So I had scheduled my wife for a shocking experience in an effort to shake up her complacency. It seemed like it would help me gain, if not the upper hand, at the very least a sense of parity.
But that's not what happened.
I'd figured that I'd be one-up on her and that I'd get to gloat while she went through whatever ordeal the shrinks had planned.
So I got a bit cocky and smug. We went to dinner at a restaurant the Studio had recommended and I don't recall us ever leaving.
You can imagine my surprise when I awakened the following morning, stark naked, lying on a beach, with some strange woman's right ankle chained to my left one.
A strange woman? Yes.
I looked carefully...
Good, it wasn't Nina. I didn't have to worry about finding any of my entrails spread in front of me on this beach.
This strange woman was small.
Tiny, in fact. Short hair.
Her skin was a rich dark brown. I've never been bothered by race before but her delicate appearance was enhanced by the rich color of her skin contrasting against the bright sand.
Paying attention to myself again, I found we each has a note on an elastic band attached to our wrists; on reading it, mine explained that this was my Wakeup Call . It went on to tell me that we were being taped and that I'd have to make the best of things for the next week. It told me nothing about my companion.
My companion, however... Wow.
I wondered, now, if this was anything like my wife's own awakening. I wouldn't know anything about her for over a week, which bothered me a little bit.
It looked like my intent to gloat over the situation had been dealt a heavy blow.
It was soon time to pay more attention to my fellow victim, so I smiled at her as she looked up at me once we'd finished reading our notes. She smiled back at me, her smile making a beautiful contrast in her dark-skinned face.
For the longest time I've believed that a smile can make any woman's face far more beautiful. This small woman's face started out as beautiful and her smile just amplified the effect for me way off the scale. Just looking and her and watching the smile form, I could feel my heart melt, just ahead of the rest of me.
All right, not all of me melted. One specific part of me did it's best to reverse the trend toward liquidity. I think it sucked out the rigidity from the rest of my body as it hardened. I'm sure you can guess what part of me that was with a good assurance that you'd be right.
I had no idea of where this week would lead.
I figured that, naked or not, introductions were in order. "Hi, I'm Joel. I ...", waving at the chain, then our sunny surroundings, "... wasn't expecting this. You OK?"
Her eyes settled on my member as she answered with one of the most heart-stopping voices I'd ever heard in my life: "My name is Jasmine. This note tells me that my mom signed me up for this, whatever it is. It's funny ... but I'm all right."
Her voice had an odd accent that I didn't recognize at first having been treated to a voice who's beauty matched the real woman's appearance. If anything, as I sat there facing her, having heard her melodious voice, I got harder.
I did manage to avoid laughing given that she'd addressed my member, her eyes never leaving my erection. As she continued to stare at it, she waved at it, saying "Is that normal? Doesn't it hurt? Is it supposed to be that big?"
I looked down at my member. It wasn't any bigger looking to me than I remembered. Being that it was only about five and a half inches long it didn't seem like she should find it as intimidating as her face seemed to imply. I know I'm not big.
All right, granted, she was a tiny little thing. I shrugged as part of my answer, not that she could see it given the focus of her attention, adding "It isn't really all that big, Jaz. In fact, based on my reading, it's actually a bit smaller than average."
At my use of a shortened form of her name, her eyes snapped up to look at my face, then into my eyes, a look of curiosity crossing her delicately beautiful face. "Jaz?"
"Sorry, Jasmine. It wasn't exactly polite of me to shorten your name like that."
She smiled again. "You know, I think I could like that."
It was funny, in a way. Her voice purred and strengthened the steel in my lap. She pointed back to it "Is that really normal? Is it supposed to pulse like that?"
At this point it seemed she was far too naive. "How old are you, Jasmine?"
"I'm twenty-eight. Why do you ask?"
I sighed. "Haven't you seen one of these before?"
She shook her head. "Not like this. I remember seeing my baby brother and my cousin, when we were young, but they were small. I think they were also soft, too. Isn't it uncomfortable to walk around like that?"
This seemed impossible. I had to ask. "By any chance, are you a lesbian?"
She looked startled and suddenly sad. "I'm not sure, but I think I am. My girlfriend gets all bent out of shape though if I look over any guys..."
Oh.
Oh, shit.
I had to sigh again, this time moving my whole chest and then groaning. "I wish your folks knew that just because you haven't had sex with a man that no one can really change a lesbian to a heterosexual just through a good fuck . And even if it was possible, I don't think I'd be that good an introduction; I doubt I'd make that good an impression." I sighed again. "I can't believe this, I'm chained to a lesbian. I don't know who this practical joke is really on, you or me."
Her eyes again snapped up to my face and seemed to get a lot bigger as she said "Oh!"
This was going to be a weird week.
"Joel, I've never really sure about it, though. I've sometimes been, well, not interested in sex anyway, but at other times... I've enjoyed looking at men."
Maybe there was some hope that I wouldn't be tortured for this week.
I nodded, looking at her. I looked around a bit more and said "Can we move to where there's more shade? Unless we find some sun-block right away I'll get pretty badly burned staying in the sun much longer."
We got up but it was awkward at first adapting to the chain as we found a large shadowed area.
I'm not a large man, all right? I'm only 5'9", but I felt like a giant next to this woman. She wasn't just little, she was tiny . And with the sand sticking to her buttocks and legs, she looked even more exotic to me than I was prepared for. My dick, which had deflated with the news that she was a lesbian (I didn't put much stock in her being "uncertain") snapped back to attention.
Damn. This was going to be a hard week. In all senses of the word.
I asked, as we made to sit in the new shade, "How tall are you, anyway?"
"I'm five feet even."
I nodded. I still have no idea why women so much smaller than myself seemed so sexy to me. It figures that I didn't marry a woman that fit one of my images of "sex"; Nina was more my size than Jasmine's.
I had to ask, pointing to the note on her wrist, "Any idea why you're here?"
She nodded and her face darkened a bit. "My mom somehow signed me up. Ever since my brother died she's been all hot over me getting married and having children. I've been pretty annoyed by how much pressure she's put on me."
I stared at her and groaned, closing my eyes, building up anger. "I can't believe this! What the hell do they want from me? I signed up my wife for this kind of treatment and now I am in the thick of things! And damn near anything I do will likely mess up your life!"
She looked at me again, startled. "What? You signed up your wife? But ... what are we doing together?"
That brought me down. "Jasmine, yes, I signed up my wife." I pointed to the note. "I suspect that part of this whole process is that turnabout is fair play. In some ways this is my comeuppance for being so arrogant to believe that I was in the right, so," I deflated a bit, "I guess I deserve some reminder that I'm not a good or as innocent as I'd like to think I am." I paused, an odd thought striking me, "Uhh, If this plays out true to form, your mother is going through something like this."
Her facial expression started out startled, transitioned to thoughtful and finally her smile returned. "So she got a surprise, too, huh? Hey, this could be fun, then!"
I nodded. "I think we need to examine our prison for the next week and see what we'll need to do in the way of food. I don't think we'll be expected to chase it down, especially given the lack of weapons and" pointing to the chain "our interesting encumbrance."
She looked over my body, a fairly complete scan. My dick was still hard and already rather uncomfortable. She didn't look particularly repelled despite my non-godlike body. I was twelve years her senior and I didn't exercise enough to render my body anywhere near hers in perfection. My only saving grace was that I wasn't a potato. She shocked me by saying "Well... you're not entirely un-armed, are you?"
I blushed. It's funny now but the thought flitted through my head that her hard nipples were dangerous to my sanity. I remember this only because I started to giggle. It took a few seconds to re-assert control, not wanting her too pissed off at me.
This did provide an opportunity for me to make a much more complete visual inventory of my companion. She was thin except for a small roll in her lower abdomen, small (well, tiny) breasts (perfectly formed, but then, there was very little for gravity to grab on to) with the hardest nipples I've ever seen in my life surrounded by a very dark zone of wrinkles (something about those wrinkles made my mouth start to water). Her hips were wide enough to make it hard to think of her as a boy. Her pubic hair looked odd; it took more than a few seconds to realize that it was wet. She didn't look like she'd sweat enough already to make it look that way so soon.
We stood again and I finally recognized one of the reasons for my erection to hurt me: my bladder. I said "Excuse me, please" before turning my back to her and managed to start peeing (not an easy process when you're packing serious wood like I was), the stream curving up and away from me to wet the sand.
When I was done I sighed my relief as my erection started to fade. I turned back toward Jasmine who told me to follow her to a spot on the beach in the sun, finally adding, "Turn around, please?"
With my back turned I heard the sand get wet as she relieved herself. It was a strange thing, thinking of her peeing, so once it stopped I turned...
She was squatting, her whole slit wide open over a wet spot on the sand. She noticed me, looked up to my face, and smiled at me. I felt warm, my penis re-awakening from its all too short slumber.
She was trying to straighten up so I put out a hand for her.
Our first contact was my steadying hand for her to get up from a squat. I'd never felt anything that could match the "thrill" of her touch as the shiver ran through my whole being, ending with my erection reaching full hardness almost instantly. On top of all that she seemed weightless to me.
She wasn't looking closely at me, but I could swear I saw goosebumps on her arms. She finally looked up at me and met my eyes which gave me another jolt, right in the heart.
I'd put out my left hand, she'd taken it with her right.
She didn't let go of it. In fact, she worked her hand around so we could entwine our fingers.
It was my turn to feel goosebumps all up my arm and down my legs. My dick, of course, stayed quite hard, throbbing and wasn't completely comfortable.
"So, Joel, let's look for food."
We started exploring the beach.
This was a small island.
This was a very small island.
We found a path toward the interior of the island; following it we found a large crate in a clearing, took note of where it was, and proceeded to the other side of the island, working to stay in the shade.
I counted my paces. This island wasn't much more than a mile wide. When we returned to the crate we were hungry enough, so we finally, working together, got it open. It had obviously been designed to require both of us working together-- some handles were inside of holes that only Jasmine's hands could reach-- and we worked up a bit of a sweat. I even lost my erection even though we kept brushing past each other following the directions on the crate.
There was a single door along a wall inside the crate near the bottom. I reached for the handle and it didn't budge. It was fairly easy to figure out what this was about-- it was a given that they weren't expecting us to hunt our food.
In a panel above the door was a small slot that had a card sticking out of it; I recognized a camera lens next to it. Jasmine moved first and pulled out the card to read it. I saw her face darken again but her nipples went from flat to hard... and then crinkled. My own body responded to this.
"We have an audience, it appears. And, if we expect to eat or drink, we've been given a choice of three things we have to do in front of this camera."
I suddenly felt my stomach drop. "So we're being pressed on this, right?"
She nodded. "Yes, but there are three levels and, according to this, there are rewards based on difficulty. So it's a matter of dealing with some challenges."
I sighed, letting her lead.
"All right, Jasmine, what are our choices?"
"Joel, the minimum is for me to sit on your lap here facing you for five minutes, looking into each other's faces."
"Jasmine, I'm sorry, but that's not much of a challenge for me; that could become one of my favorite activities during this coming week. What's the next step up?"
I saw her smile look more like a smirk for a moment before she looked back at the card, announcing "Hugging and kissing for fifteen minutes."
I shrugged. I might like to do that for a lot longer. She looked good, she sounded good, her hand had felt fantastic in mine and her body had felt good as we'd worked opening the crate. Add to that how good she smelled. It would be a bit awkward to announce this to her, of course, given that I was concerned that her response would be less than positive. So I tried to maintain a poker face when I responded with a simple "Only fifteen minutes? I'm not sure that I'd want to be interrupted after only half and hour. Anyway, Jas, what's the third challenge? Or is it more like a dare?"
"Uh... look," as she sheepishly held out the card for me to take and read.
I read the card she handed to me. It read "Simultaneously masturbate yourselves in full view of each other to orgasm".
Well, that certainly explained her nipples. It was also quite a bit further than I really wanted to go, afraid of really repelling her like my wife had been, but my dick was trying to convince me to go for it.
I shrugged. "Your call, Jasmine. It's gotta be limited to what you're comfortable with."
She looked at me funny. "OK, let's start with the cuddling on your lap. If I like it, we'll move up to kissing. If we really like it, hell, I'm hot enough to play with myself right now. Are you all right with this?"
Not only was I "all right" with it, I was very all right. I held in any expression of enthusiasm as I sat down in a "marked spot" of grass front of the crate, my legs crossed. The downside of this was that my penis was sticking up, looking for Jasmine to sit on it.
As if.
Well, she wasn't about to insert it, so that was all right. But she sat on my lap, seemingly weightless, and put her hands on my shoulders.
I put my hands on the backs of her shoulders to help support her and she suddenly slid forward, against my body.
No, I did not get inserted. I also didn't get hurt. We did find my penis rubbing against her labia. This put us chest to chest, my arms gathered her in, and we kissed.
Jasmine was a perfect size for me; neither of us had to stretch much to get our mouths to meet.
Initially our kisses were chaste, just our lips rubbing each other's, but I forgot my normal restrictions and touched my tongue to her lips.
I forgot that I was playing with dynamite. It was a high risk game, and, by rights, my head should have gotten taken off by her.
The dynamite did explode in my face; her lips opened up and a tongue met mine, taking me by surprise.
She was tiny, really quite harmless. I'd not felt like she could threaten me, at least subconsciously.
Nitroglycerin packs a lot of explosive power in a very small space. Jasmine packed a lot of woman in a small package.
First she sucked my tongue into her mouth.
That was startling.
Then her tongue danced all over mine. I felt like I was out of my league. I was over-loading. Her body was moving against mine.
Even stunned by the explosive woman on my lap, I maintained just enough presence to continue rubbing her back. I recall this but cannot explain how I continued to give her this attention.
Her legs, which had straddled my lap, suddenly took on a life of their own. My legs had made a seat for her, hers fought the chain but managed to wrap around me, holding us together as we kissed.
We'd backed off the intensity of our kissing, turning it into a little game of tease, hide, tease, hide, each of us taking turns being the aggressor and then playing hard to get. I learned a lot as this went on.
I'd never kissed like that before. Never.
I have no idea of when the fifteen minute mark had ended; we finally stopped, breathless and panting. Sure, we'd had the sense to stop here and there to catch our breath, but each time the lure of her lips had pulled me back in.
I will admit that it wasn't until much later that I could recognize that she found my lips as alluring.
This time, though, was a little different: Our stomachs rumbled. It was funny because it seemed we were in sync this way, too.
Over on the big box a light was blinking by the door which was accompanied by a beeping to get our attention. We disengaged from each other... reluctantly. I could see my own reluctance to part from her mirrored in her face. It was strange how good to see her feeling of desire felt to me. We smiled at each other again.
As we pulled apart we was surprised: I didn't remember reaching orgasm.
I'd certainly done so, however. My semen laid down in multiple tracks, almost up to her small breasts. It was also on my own stomach where we'd rubbed together. She spotted it on me and I watched her check herself.
I have no idea what it was with this woman; her smile almost turned me inside out. I couldn't help but smile back at her. She acted happy that I'd hosed her down. Seeing her happiness felt good to me, too.
We turned to the "crate" and pulled the door open to shut up the beeper, finding that there was food and drink for us. The door, by the way, was like a mailbox or bank slot; it was heavy and rolled open to expose a hole in a drum. It was obvious that we couldn't hold this open to get more food from the machine. It was also heavily built enough that there was no way for us, without advanced tools, to open it up. The whole damn thing was built like a safe.
The food was in odd packages but was obviously made to not require any refrigeration. The water was delivered warm in bottles. A small screen lit up with "NEXT MEAL OPPORTUNITY: 04:15:47" and started to count down.
I'm bad, I tend to snack. It looked like that wasn't going to be much of an option.
It's funny to think about now, after the fact. A lot of little habits got changed.
Jasmine and I sat facing each other on the little patch of grass as we ate. I'd made sure we'd divvied up the meal so that she had her fair share, as evenly as possible.
When we finished eating and had drained our water bottles, a light flashed by the door, so we brought the packaging back and placed it in the door/drawer, which clicked several times before the lights went out, leaving only the countdown timer.
I turned to her and she to me. "Jasmine, perhaps we should take a closer look at our home for the next week."
In our explorations we found some interesting items; I did suspect a lot of engineering to set up this small island for us (and whoever was likely to be next).
For instance, we found a small spring providing fresh water. It's outflow filled a larger pool before that poured out to the sea around us. The small pool was a reasonable place to drink from, the larger pool seemed well-sized for washing ourselves. Finding a bottle of soap on the stones wasn't even needed as encouragement; we slid into the cool water and started to wash ourselves.
I was startled when Jasmine backed up to me, looked at me with half-closed eyes and said "Joel, will you... ooooohh... wash my back?"
I'd interrupted her when my dick sprang to full erection and had slapped her in the vulva; she slid forward (which did nothing to reduce my excitement) before continuing her request.
I'm not stupid, you know. We stood up at that point so we were only up to our knees in the water before I started rubbing the soap into her back. I could not resist making it more of a massage for her shoulders and working down her back.
She sighed and the next thing I knew was my chest was getting soapy from her back as she brought them together and rubbed up and down.
I didn't know what to do with my soapy hands, but she did; they were relocated to her small (but nicely formed) breasts so I soaped them up and made sure her hard nipples got as much attention as possible. I was soon directed to soap up her navel and her mons. My slick hands followed her voiced directions as my dick slid against her lower back.
It was amazing how quickly she reached orgasm and how loud she was; her cry of completion, pretty much the first I had ever heard in person, brought me off and I painted her back (and my front, again).
I was certainly not silent.
And that's when it hit me: What was I doing ?
I was a married man. I had a wife and two step-children. I had responsibilities! I was supposed to be faithful!
I felt the weight of duty settling on my shoulders, bringing a wave of guilt that threatened to submerge me. Fear of wronging Nina, my wife, ran through me.
But... if I'd wronged her now, it was because I'd wronged her in setting this whole process in motion. I wondered, just for a moment, what she was going through.
The flash of "duty" faded again and I could pay attention to the current moment. Again. And it was a very pleasant moment to be in.
I was in love again. I'd wondered if I could still love. I'd carried too much anger and resentment against Nina for too long. Jasmine, in looking back at me over my shoulder, smiling and meeting my eyes, brought it all back. Her eyes seemed to sparkle.
This was insane. My arms wrapped themselves around her body, rotating and cradling her to me, our faces moved together and our lips met.
I was lost.
Now I'll tell you, I'm not at all happy with my husband. Mind you, I didn't think he'd be the kind of prick it looked like he was but I was going to have to get even with him somehow. I didn't deserve what I woke up to.
Waking up in this small room with three other people was a shock to me. Discovering that my husband, who I'd figured I could trust not to hurt me, had signed me up for a Wakeup Call as shock treatment, was an incredible shock all by itself.
It was bad enough that that I couldn't immediately wrap my hands around his neck but, Geez! These people I was stuck with!
First off, I was naked. I was chained with two other women and a large man. This did not look like something I could think of as fun. Admittedly being naked was not as great a burden given that none of my companions were any better dressed than I was.
It wasn't the environment, it was the situation. I was not in control, I was not able to escape, I was trapped. The note told me that my husband didn't know the details ahead of time but had signed me up for this.
The big brute of a man didn't look like he was going to take "no" for an answer.
Each of us had a cable running from our ankles to a hole in the floor, which seemed to take up slack. We each had very limited freedom and it would take time and effort to avoid tangling our cables. I climbed off the bed to look around, angry with Joel (my husband) and wanted to see what kind of space we were in.
This was not a big place; it was actually pretty small. My cable let me move over to the counter along one wall which was the right height to stand and eat at, with a small door near the middle with a display. The other side of the bed was against a glass wall which separated the room into two parts, the other holding a sink, commode and shower heads.
No privacy at all.
All right, it was well lit, it had a big bed.
The size of the bed, however, was suggestive.
All right, so the cables that secured us to the room made sure the idea of privacy was impossible.
Meanwhile I listened to the conversations around me, as the other women talked to the man we were trapped with.
Trapped. I didn't like the taste of that.
Trapped. It reminded me of my first marriage. Joel was not going to like what he was going to get for this.
Harry was our male companion. I already thought of him as "Hairy Harry" and he must have been well over 6 feet tall and solidly built. I was sure that he wouldn't take no for an answer from any of us. I could tell that he wasn't far from being pushy, either.
I noticed that his eyes didn't leave me much except when he was looking over the other two women, Allison and Charlene. Despite my age, his eyes did tend to land on me more often. His dick wasn't bigger than my husband's but the rest of him was. I did worry about what he could do to me.
And, despite our anxiety of being trapped together, I had to use the commode. I even showered, just to try to "feel" clean. The soap and shampoo we were provided were actually pretty nice.
Each of the others followed my example and took their turn using the commode. Harry's stream was, well, impressive. I had never thought to watch Joel take a piss.
I felt the first twinge of concern: was it right to watch him pee?
I already saw that my husband Joel was more of a gentleman than Harry; Harry didn't lift the toilet seat until we growled at him. He did not look happy to stop to raise the seat before draining his bladder.
We went hunting for food and discovered the little slot by the door at the counter. It had directions for us to "earn" our lunch. We were directed into two pairs, me with Allison and Charlene with Harry and given our choice of three acts to perform.
I learned that my anxiety over how pushy Harry might be was completely mistaken. I should have worried more about Allison, instead. Allison was a tall black woman whose muscles weren't obvious but her skeleton was built well enough for her to bench-press a truck. She had the muscles to back that up, too. Sure, she had breasts and the like, but she wasn't decorative by any stretch of the imagination.
All right, none of us women were particularly decorative.
But the challenge for lunch!
Or was it more of a dare?
All right, we had a choice of three tasks.
Minimum was for me to kiss and make out with Allison while Charlene did the same with Harry. Next harder was for me to masturbate Allison to orgasm while Harry masturbated Charlene (with no reciprocity allowed).
I wasn't interested in the "preferred" activity; I was expected to go down on Allison. Hey, I learned with my first husband that giving oral sex was demeaning; if my husband wasn't going to get it from me, why should I do that for anyone else? I wasn't about to put myself down like that for anybody.
Well, Allison didn't give me much choice and she wouldn't take no for an answer. I soon found myself flat on my back with her lower lips brushing my own lips. She was rather forceful and I got slapped when I said no again and got a face full of her fur pressed against my mouth.
I wasn't enthusiastic about this; I had never been this close to a woman's crotch before with my face and I was surprised at how repulsive it wasn't. My own crotch was getting a little bit itchy and I hoped that I wasn't getting wet down there from this whole situation.
I assumed that Harry would go down on Charlene even though she wasn't supposed to give anything back to him. In the back of my mind I figured that he'd be pretty unhappy.
I didn't work real hard on Allison at first; getting slapped again by Allison (I'm no slouch but she was tougher than I was) hurt enough that, with the snarls, I realized the need to do better in getting her off.
I thought about how Joel did when he went down on me and how he didn't hit the spots that I wanted him to.
Allison was apparently a slow woman to bring to boil; I distinctly heard Charlene go off three times while I was trying to bring Allison off.
I ended up pretty frustrated; Allie was very quiet and the only notice that I'd done a good job was her saying "thank you" as she climbed off my face. She hadn't even grunted when she came; I'd felt the twitches with my tongue but not a peep came out of her.
When we'd finished with each other we got up and went to the little door in the wall; opening it we found food packages. I was underwhelmed by the quantity of food. Harry tried to claim all of it but we three women managed to stare him down. I don't think he liked that we could gang up on him. When he started to back off, it was an attempt at being divisive by offering food to Charlene, excluding Allison and I.
We could see Charlene acting unsure but she maintained her solidarity with us when we stared her down and growled. We all got to eat and drink, placing the used wrappers and the empty water bottles back in the little door as directed. A countdown to dinner was displayed on a small panel by the door.
This room wasn't all that small but there was no escape, no entertainment and the only view of the outside was a skylight showing a blue sky.
There was nothing to distract us from each other, so we finally started to talk, sharing our situations. I found that Charlene had entered her husband and was upset to be here with us and I suddenly realized...
My husband had trapped himself as well!
Maybe he was being punished too?
Jasmine and I cuddled a bit on washing and then went for yet another "exploratory" walk around our little island.
I've had a sedentary job for quite a while and I really did not exercise enough; it was sheer luck (or fortunate genes) that kept me from just turning into a blimp. I was not very trim, of course, but I could use to lose more than just a "few" pounds.
The walk wasn't all that fast and we held hands (while also holding up the chain, which was just long enough for this to be comfortable) as we looked around and talked. I finally noticed the wind blowing through the trees and how it felt on my bare skin.
It is funnier, now, how we walked around the island more than once, fortunately staying mostly under the trees. They didn't provide a lot of coverage but provided enough to keep me from being burned through and through. The other aspect was our comfort with each other when dealing with the call of nature. I was reassured that I hadn't needed to take a dump yet but knew that eventually we'd both get to witness that.
We were rather run down when we returned for food, finally noticing thirst and hunger. (Thirst was easy to deal with at the "spring" where we'd washed, but it just reminded us of how hungry we were getting.)
We faced another card; this time we heard the clicking that sounded like printing before we were given a chance to read it.
Dinner, it seemed, was going to be more of a challenge for us. Since Jasmine was the victim here and hadn't chosen the situation in any way I suggested she handle the card and choose what we'd do.
We still had our choice of three "dares":
Lowest level was mutual masturbation; we looked at each other and smiled after she read it off. This time she added "That's not much of a challenge. I'd like to try that." My erection had formed and hardened with her comment.
Next level up was mutual oral sex, i.e. "69". She smiled at me and I got shaky when she licked her lips.
I asked her what the top tier of the challenges was.
"Full intercourse," she answered. Then my goosebumps popped up all at once when she said "Yum...". She looked at the hardest part of me at that moment and commented "I think he approves," and looked me in the eye adding "right? And so do you?"
All I could do was gape at this woman as she handed me the card. "Joel, according to this... I get to be on top."
I looked. Yes, it specified a position... "CowGirl". All I could do in my stunned state was nod, shakily.
Somehow, and don't ask me to explain it, I was laying flat on the grassy section and Jasmine straddling me. Further surprise was called for when she slid down onto me with no further attention, my aching member wrapped within her wet depths.
Between the heat and the humidity I wasn't going to last long at all, and the final straw came when we looked into each other's eyes.
I've read a lot, all right? I've read, many times, about the phrase "seeing love in another's eyes" and thought the phrase trite and to be bullshit.
It was bullshit until today. The looks in our eyes as we gazed into each other brought us both off, simultaneously.
Orgasms may come and orgasms may go but this one seemed to linger, our eyes locked on each other for a moment that, even feeling like it had lasted a week, ended before either of us was ready for it to end.
Cuddling this woman who laid down on top of me was one of the warmest feelings I'd ever had; we laid there, like dead things, my partially softened penis still held by her sex, for a time that seemed like it should last forever. We did spend some of the time kissing and touching each other as we slowly recovered from our exertions.
When we finally shifted position so that she could cuddle to my side, her head on my shoulder, we heard some clicks and thumps from the "food safe" and the beeper kicked in.
We lounged again on the grass as we ate and drank, sitting as close as we could together. We teased each other as we worked through the food, touching and kissing each other. I felt like I was in love for the first time.
We disposed of the trash and went for another walk.
This was quieter than before as we walked and made quite a few stops to hug and kiss some more.
I really need to be more careful around nitroglycerin like this; when my erection returned she sat me down on a patch of grass and straddled me.
Unlike this morning we "came together" as she slid down on me... and, after the first kiss on her reaching bottom, she told me "I like this. I don't think I'm a lesbian. It does feel funny, though... I've got some strange visions in my head, though... I'm not willing to give up girls completely either." She watched my face for my reaction. I was too happy with where she was, so I held her and kissed her as tenderly as I could.
Our climb this time was slow and gentle as we rocked each other, kissing, hugging, talking and looking in each other's eyes. I wasn't sure but it seemed we were breathing in sync with each other... and then we reached climax together.
This wasn't the hard drive to a sudden bang; this time we got caught by surprise as our bodies spasmed together.
I did my best to cuddle her as she lay her head on my shoulder, resting.
"I can't believe I've put this off for so long", I finally spoke up, "But I love you. I just couldn't admit it before now... and I'm sorry. You deserve someone who doesn't hesitate to tell you." I squeezed her again.
This time I heard her voice from inside the circle of my arms start with a sigh "And I've held off telling you how nice I think you are. Especially when you admitted to signing up your wife for this treatment. I love you, too."
This was an occasion for more hugs and we were soon crying happy tears as the sun was setting.
I have no idea why but we laid down and fell asleep almost instantly.
Today has been a revelation. My fellow prisoners were far more interesting people than I expected; Harry was gay and so was Allison, Charlene and I the only hets.
Dinner brought a different challenge and it was my turn to be under Allison's tongue. She was better at this than my husband since she seemed to hit many of the "right spots" and I did finally reach orgasm, despite Charlene's blow-job of Harry.
Watching a woman orally service a man was not something I wanted to watch. All the mirrors in the room made it more difficult to avoid seeing her bobbing head. It bothered me that she'd do that... until I realized that we needed to do this for dinner. Harry's animistic grunts and moans certainly didn't help me think of him as a considerate lover and I was especially appalled as he directed her in what to do.
Harry came long before I did, but it was a relief when I did finally feel myself go over.
Allison and I nodded at each other. We were fairly even now in terms of sex. That's when Charlene asked me "Aren't you going to thank her? It looked like a lot of work she did, just to bring you off."
At first I was ready to snarl at her... and then it struck me.
I'd never thanked Joel for his tongue, especially when he'd just roll over and go to sleep after bringing me off; it seemed like it was natural to accept that treatment.
So I turned to Allison and said "Thank you. It was good of you to do that for me, even if it was so we could get some food."
She nodded. I saw a look of irritation on Charlene's face.
She could sit on it and spin; I wasn't an animal, I was a human. I'm civilized.
We told each other stories and soon, with the light levels dropping, we found places to sleep on the bed. Charlene chose to sleep next to Harry.
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Author: Jack C Lipton Title: Wakeup Call - Day 1 Part: (01/07 Universe: Wakeup Call Summary: Unhappy spouses can nominate the happy ones for a "Wakeup Call" Keywords: bond slow interr oral FF MF Revision: $Revision: 1.7 $ Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/CupaSoup/www/ Mailing List: FAQ: RCS: $Id: wakeup01.x,v 1.7 2004/06/27 03:27:46 jcl Exp $