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Porn Pickup

							            By Oral Pleasure 4 U

Chapter 1

Being semi-retired – and bored – I was in the local video store last Friday, around 11:00 AM. Skipping the general video rentals, I entered the Adult section, which was clearly marked and beyond a door with those plastic strips hanging down.

The Adult section was small, but did have four aisles of adult movies available for rent on DVD – & the shelves were more than head high.

Not being on a time schedule, I was taking my sweet time perusing the titles. Being a normal, red-blooded American male, I had grown a semi-hard just reading the titles and looking at the cover pics. In addition, as I was planning on taking a few movies home by myself, I was wearing just the legal outer clothes – a polo, sweat shorts (elastic waistband), with nothing underneath, & flip-flops.

After spending about 20 minutes in the Adult section, I heard the plastic strips swoosh as someone entered. I caught a young lady – quite gorgeous, I might add – walking up the side aisle quickly, looking to see if anyone was in the room. She very soon came back down the other side aisle and turned into my area. She stopped, facing me. I will have to admit that she was bold. Smiling to me, she grabbed my crotch, gently massaging my semi-hard, which reacted as it should – by growing harder as the masseuse was definitely female and definitely gorgeous.

“Interested?” she asked.

“I dunno. You tell me,” I replied, as I circled an arm behind her, drawing her closer, and massaging a bun.

She quickly looked in both directions to ensure that we were alone, then smiled, and grew even bolder. She slipped her hand down my shorts and grabbed my tool. She gasped – apparently at my size, which was slightly larger than normal. “Oh, god! I definitely think that you are!” she sighed. I think, at that point, that she no longer gived a damn if we were completely alone or not.

Hell – that was a gimme. She appeared to be about 25, standing about 5’4”, and about 120. Her hair was long, reaching to the small of her back, light, shiney brown, & flowing freely. Eyes also were brown, but speckled with green & dancing. A pert nose, a sweet mouth – which sprang to an easy smile.

She held her shoulders back – proud of her 36C breasts – which didn’t need encouragement, but she did hold them out prominently. Hell, I didn’t blame her, as I melted right then and there! Jeeze! How much can a man – a real man! – stand that much of a gorgeous woman?

Her waist slimmed to wasp-like – then flared to her hips – and then slimmed to a gorgeous pair of legs that led up to a wonderful, full ass. And those legs reached ALL the way to the ground!

I swear, I would bite her and pray for lockjaw!

“Lead the way,” I said, as I put my selections back on the shelf – I didn’t think that I would need them on this trip…

She smiled to me as she led me outside – passing the clerk, who asked if we had found everything that we wanted.

“Definitely!” I responded, with a smile of my own…

“I live right around the corner, in those apartments. I walked here…” she said.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll drive my truck there and park on the street. I don’t want to leave the truck here and risk it being towed later…”

She smiled again as I opened the passenger door, holding it open for her. She rewarded me with a sneak preview as she slid in, her short skirt rising to the occasion. She didn’t bother to compensate…

OMYGAWD! Her beaver was clean – and it was glistening with her juices!

Oh, Jeeze – did I already mention that I would bite her and pray for lockjaw?

* * * * *

By the time she closed and locked the door to her apartment, we were both completely nude.

She grabbed my manhood, saying, “Please follow me.”

Like I had a choice? And, hell, I’d eat a mile of her shit just to see where it came from…

She led me into her bedroom, where she sank to her knees. She buried her nose in my pubic hair, looking up at me with her eyes smiling. She had one hand behind me, pressing me to her, while the other was gently holding my nut sack, rolling my balls around.

I had one hand intertwined in her silky hair, holding her to me.

“Oh! God! Jeeze!” I exclaimed, recognizing the beginning of a familiar boil. “I’m gonna cum!” I screamed – and did just that.

She backed off just a bit – so that she could taste. I fed her – and fed her, and continued to feed her. She took everything I had to offer, and then stood, smiling.

Chapter 2

“My turn,” I said, smiling, as I pushed her down on the bed, leaving her legs dangling. I gave her a passionate kiss – still tasting my cum in her mouth. I then nibbled a bit on her ears, and then proceeded to the small of her throat. She started making low moaning sounds.

I traveled a bit southward, spending some time in her Valley of Delights before side excursions both east and west. She arched when I gently bit each peak, trying to shove even more into my mouth – while her moans turned guttural.

Giving her a break, I traveled down to her Navel Station, where I spent some time, giving her a chance to cool down a bit…

As soon as I restarted my travels, her legs went wide open. She began whimpering in anticipation – she knew where I was going – that it would be my final stop on this particular oral trip, and that I was booked for some time…

I primed her – as if she needed priming! – by raking my tongue the entire length of her slit, from bottom to top, stopping to circle the shroud hiding her jewel.

She shoved her sweet pussy in my mouth, shrieking!

I then began an earnest workout of that general area, cleaning, causing more messes, and re-cleaning. I delved my tongue deep into her love canal, lapping at her sweet nectar. I succeeded in bringing rise to her sensitive clit, where I gently suckled – causing her to arch and completely soak my face!

I smiled to myself as I had accomplished what I wanted on this mission, and happily cleaned, causing even more messes and squealings.

Finally, I rose, kissing each nipple on my way up, showing my appreciation for a perfect tour. I stopped with my rigid cock pressed lightly against her entry.

She gasped, and encircled me with her legs, urging me on. I smiled at her, and teased just a bit as I slid my cock up and down her slit a few times.

“Damn you!” she exclaimed, shoving herself up at me, burying my cock half way. “Fuck me! And fuck me hard!” she commanded.

And that’s just what I did, slamming my cock to her, and, when she slammed back, our pelvic areas met with a ‘wet skin’ slap!

She moaned, she whimpered, she squealed. I lost count of her squeals as my head rolled back. I thrust harder and harder. Finally, I thrust, burying my cock and left it there as I spurted and spurted and spurted white-hot cum as deep as I could, completely soaking her pussy walls and filling her. I lightly pumped a few more times, driving my sperm deeper, and causing squishing noises. I could barely hear them over her moaning.

I collapsed on top of her and rolled to my side. She re-wrapped her legs around me, and, this time, wrapped her arms around my head – kissing me passionately. When she came up for air, she begged, “Please don’t leave! Please don’t leave me!”

“Surely you don’t think that I’m anywhere near being done, do you?” I inquired.

She gasped and her eyes widened as I gently disengaged, and turned so that we would be in the 69 position. I rolled her on top and began an earnest cleaning. She got the hint real fast as my cock swiped her lips a few times and she devoured me.

As she cleaned my cock, I cleaned her. I would clean, she would squeal. I would clean again, she would squeal. Again and again. She finally shuddered, her pussy spasming against my tongue. I erupted, sending more of my seed down her throat.

She collapsed. We turned so that we can cuddle. She gave a sigh of contentment, a real smile on her face as she held me tight.

We held each other a few moments, recuperating. She sighed again, settling even closer to me.

“As I didn’t get an answer to my question, I’m going to repeat it,” I said.

“Huh?”

“Surely you don’t think that I’m anywhere near being done, do you?” I inquired.

“Oh, god!”

This was repeated over the next several hours – over the back of the couch, over the hassock, draped on the stairs, leaning on the kitchen counter, on the kitchen floor (!), and, finally, back in the bed where I positioned her on her stomach.

“OK,” I said. “Ass up, face in the pillows.”

She complied. “KY’s in the drawer in that nightstand,” she said, pointing to the one on the left.

“Not yet,” I grunted. “I’m still interested in the sweetest twat I have ever encountered,” I said, lining up to that very same sweet pussy.

Chapter 3

We woke the next morning, completely intertwined with each other.

“Oh! Jeeze! You must think that I am a terrible hostess! We completely skipped both lunch and dinner!”

“Heh-heh. Hell, no. You served the most exquisite 7-course desert that I have ever encountered. And you had indicated that more courses were available – I got the impression that those were just for me.”

She smiled and assumed the ‘ass up – face down’ position. She started to point to the proper nightstand containing the KY when I held it up for her to see.

She stopped and smiled. “This I like slow and gentle…”

“And that’s what you are going to get. When we finish, it’s shower, and then I’m going to take you out for a high-class breakfast – at one of the downtown hotels. Please, dress accordingly.”

* * * * *

She sighed contentedly as we exited the parking structure in my Porsche, having left my truck at home. “What the hell did I ever do to warrant you?” she asked.

I smiled and pulled her to me. “You allowed me to fall in love with you. And then you said ‘YES!’ when I asked you to marry me,” I said.

Chapter 4

The following morning, I was sitting in my easy chair reading the morning paper, wearing just my robe. She approached me.

“Hon?” she said.

I glanced up, noting that my gorgeous wife was completely nude. I immediately put my paper down, and encouraged her to climb into my lap.

She did so. “Hon,” she started, “I have a new fantasy – by the way, you were correct when you told me that once a fantasy has been successfully fulfilled, that another would take its place.”

“Go on,” I said.

She smiled. “My new fantasy is to make love with you – and another female. In short, I want a threesome.”

“I see,” as I nodded. “And you have never been with another female?” I asked.

“No. Never. And I would want the other female to also have never been with a female. Or part of a threesome, for that matter.”

“Give me a moment to think,” I requested.

I lost myself in thought for a few minutes. After a bit, I asked, “You realize that this may take me a while to find a female that would meet your standards. It will most likely be a hit-and-miss situation. Think that you could handle that?”

“I’m the one asking,” she replied. “Yes, I can handle that situation.”

I nodded. “How about we resume our roles that we established day before yesterday, when you picked me up in the adult section of the video store. I go out and attempt to pick up a female meeting your requirements. I ask if she would be interested. You would be here, at home, waiting for my call. On her affirmative answer, I check into a motel, and then call you, giving you the motel information and the room number. You arrive…”

“Yes!” she exclaimed.

I smiled. “I’ll start this evening. Meanwhile…”

She settled even closer to me, driving her hand between the folds of my robe and grabbing the tool that gives her so much pleasure. I sighed as she untied my robe and completely inhaled my cock. She, so far in my life, has been the only one that could completely take my length from the very beginning.

The day was unfolding…

* * * * *

That evening, I walked into our neighborhood watering hole – it was within walking distance of our apartment, but tonight I drove here. I just may need the transportation…

I stopped just inside to allow my eyes to adjust to the low light. I spotted a young lady sitting by herself at the bar – holding her face in her hands and starting morosely at the remnants of her drink in front of her. None of the other men at the bar were sitting within three stools from her.

I smiled to myself, and perched on the stool beside her. The bartender came over, where I ordered vodka over ice for me, and whatever she was drinking.

“No, please,” she started. I shushed her, looking to the bartender and nodding my head for her to continue.

I swiveled the young lady to me, looking directly into her eyes, which were red-rimmed with tears. “I’m one of the few males on this planet that make for a good listener,” I stated.

Her eyes widened just a bit. I could tell that she would be gorgeous if she could just generate a smile – or even laughter! She is an African-American, with short, dark hair. Her eyes, as I mentioned were wide – most likely with surprise at my comment. A cute, button nose, and lips that I could tell were used to smiling.

She was wearing short-shorts, with a top to match. Sexy as hell, but I knew that she wasn’t feeling sexy at the moment. Long, flawless legs leading from a very shapely ass and reaching all the way to the floor.

The bartender delivered our drinks, which I paid for with a twenty, motioning her to put the change in the tip jar. She smiled as she did so, clanging the bell several times.

I picked up my drink and held it in front of us, encouraging her to take her own drink and accept a cheer. As she picked up her drink, she said, “I don’t think that I would be very good company tonight.”

We clinked glasses, and sipped. “Let me be the judge of that,” I replied, looking her square in the eye.

“Why?” she asked. I knew exactly what she was asking – not why was I attempting to pick her up, but why would I be interested in her troubles.

“Simple,” I replied. “I can tell from your face that this is not normal – that normally you are a very happy individual. You need to get whatever is troubling you out – and, as I mentioned, I’m a very good listener.

“Come,” I said, as I picked up our glasses and napkins. “Let’s go to a table – it will be more private.”

I led her to a table in the rear of the establishment, where I sat her down, facing the door. I pulled my chair around the table so that I can sit close – very close! – to her. She looked at me with a bit of apprehension.

I smiled. “Please, you have nothing to fear from me.” I picked up her hand and gave it a gentle kiss. She responded with a smile and placed both of our hands on her thigh.

“See? Already I have made you produce a smile. I knew that it wouldn’t be hard…

“Now, please tell me what it is that is troubling you so…”

She looked at me, and, again, her eyes were wide.

“Sam,” I said as I gave her thigh a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

“Clare,” she responded.

“Now that we are no longer strangers…”

“But I don’t know anything about you!”

I looked at her. “Yes, you do. Trust you feelings – your gut instinct. You know that you are safe – that I won’t harm you in any way. You also know that I will stop if I get even close to your boundaries.”

I picked up her hand and, again, gave her another gentle kiss. “You know that you trust me.”

She stared at me. I smiled in return.

“It’s – it’s my ex-boyfriend. We got into an argument this morning – I don’t even remember over what. But he slapped me. I booted – “

“Did you call the police?”

She shook her head. “But I made him pack his things and leave.

“We had been together for almost six months. I had given the relationship my all – hell, he never even had a job! I realized this afternoon, after crying my eyes out, that he had been taking advantage of me, and that he was controlling. That…” and she sobbed. “That I was nothing more than his whore!”

I released her hand and held her tight as she buried her face in my shoulder, racking with sobs. I said nothing, I just held her until she subsided.

The bartender came over with a stack of napkins. She smiled at me. “Thanks,” she said, before returning to her duties.

I continued holding Clare. She needed to be held. She needed the reassurance.

After a few moments, she rose, sniffling. “You’re still here?”

I picked up a napkin and dried her tears. “Why would I be anywhere else?”

“You’re white. I’m just a dumb nigger…”

I gasped as I grabbed her head with both of my hands, drawing her to me, forcing her to look into my eyes. “I don’t EVER – and I mean EVER! – want to hear those words from you again! You are far from being dumb! And – and that ‘n’ word – I HATE that word! It shows nothing but disrespect!

“I have nothing but respect for you. You have been through hell for the past six months. I recognize your intelligence, your persona – I recognize YOU! You for being you!

“Don’t you see? I’m not here to pick up a chick that’s down. I’m here because I saw a young lady who needed a pick-me-up…hmmm. Bad choice of words, not what I meant…”

She smiled.

“I – I – I,” I stammered.

Still smiling, she rubbed my face with her hand. “Shhh! I know what you meant. And I accept. I now know all that I really need to know about you. Still interested?”

“Yes. Oh, god, yes!”

“Ummm…I know that you know that my place would be convenient. But, I would like to keep that private – I’m sure that you can figure out why. Do you have a place?”

“My truck is parked outside. Let’s continue this conversation there – for privacy reasons.”

* * * * *

We finished our drinks, and rose. As I led Clare out of the bar, I waved my thanks to the bartender. She waved in response.

Clare smiled as I opened and held the passenger door of my truck for her. She slid in and I handed her the seatbelt, smiling.

“A little front end damage,” she observed.

I chuckled. “Yes – I call it a fender rearrangement party. Occurred a few years ago. Where I would normally have had it fixed immediately, I had noticed a strange phenomenon.  I noticed that the yo-yo’s that normally pull out in front of you – seemingly without a glance – would stop on noticing the damage. They figured that I wouldn’t hesitate – and rightfully so.

“I breeze along the expressways and freeways almost at my own leisure now.”

She laughed. “See?” I said. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She stared at me, and then reached her hand out. I took it. “You’re a god-send,” she stated.

I had inserted my keys into the ignition, but I hadn’t started the motor. Clare noticed.

My head was down, but I rose. “Clare,” I started, “I have a girlfriend – “

She stiffened, and started to reach for the seatbelt release.

“Please, Clare – hear me out,” I said, looking directly into her eyes. She stopped.

“My girlfriend has never been part of a threesome, nor has she ever been with another female. She really wants to do this. However, she wants the other female to also have never participated in a threesome, nor to have ever been with another female.

“I’m betting that you fit her requirements. True?”

“Yes.”

“Clare, I’m also betting that this is a fantasy that you have had for several years.”

“Also true.

“However, I don’t want to lose that fantasy. I have brought so much joy to myself…”

I grinned. “Clare, you won’t lose the fantasy. You will live it. And, in addition, once a fantasy has been successfully fulfilled, another will take its place.”

I turned to her. “Clare, I promise…”

She stared at me. “Describe her.”

“White. Your age. Fucking gorgeous. Open – very open. A beautiful, shaved pussy. Color blind – just as I am…”

“Stop,” she said, as she held up her hand in the classic stop sign.

She stared at me. “She’s more than a girlfriend, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” I sighed. Turning to look her in the eye, I said, “She’s my wife.”

“My age. Hell, you’re old enough to be my father.”

“A position that I would hold with honor.

“Still interested?” I finished.

“Hell, yeah…”

Chapter 5

I checked in, and opened the door with my pass-card. I let her explore the room while I flipped open my cell and called my wife. After giving her the motel info and room number, she said, “I’ll be there in ten.” I closed my cell, disconnecting.

I placed the phone on the nightstand, failing to return it to status. Clare noticed. “We will not be disturbed tonight,” I explained.

She sat on the edge of the bed. I approached, stopping just in front of her. She reached for me, but I stepped back a bit. She looked at me, a questioning look on her face.

“Allow me,” I said, smiling. I stripped for her, keeping myself just out of her reach. She gasped. “You’re the first white male I have ever seen this close. Y’all grow to that size?”

I laughed. “Myths abound with every ethnic race. What no one really realizes is that it’s not the size that counts – it’s what’s done with the tool!”

“Size does help,” she murmured.

I chuckled. “I’ll show you more than size…”

There was a light knock at the door, and then it opened. Beth walked in, closing and locking the door.

She walked to the bed, stopping just in front of Clare. “I see that you’ve met my husband.”

Clare stared at her. “Sam didn’t lie – you are fucking gorgeous!”

Beth smiled. She raised Clare’s face, and gave her a passionate kiss. “Sam did good,” she whispered. “You’re fucking gorgeous, too!

“Stand,” Beth said. “I want to remove your clothes…”

Clare complied.

And Beth did remove her clothes, caressing as she went. She sank to her knees and gave Clare the most passionate kiss exactly where that kiss would be remembered.

“Oh! God!” Clare melted. “Jeeze…”

Clare stood Beth up. “My turn,” she said, smiling.

She removed Beth’s clothes. Clare turned her around and pushed her down on the bed. She dove in. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Beth squealed.

As Clare’s pussy was up and waving at me, I entered, slowly, allowing her to lubricate my cock. I then began a slow fucking motion, one that soon went to a hard hammer as she responded against me.

Beth was moaning in ecstasy, while Clare was whimpering in time with my thrusts.

I buried my cock in her sweet, wet pussy and erupted. Clare squealed, and caused Beth to arch and soak her face.

“Oh, god!” Clare exclaimed.

Beth smiled, holding Clare. “He’s fantastic, isn’t he? And, surely, you don’t think that he is anywhere near being done, do you?”

Two hours later, Clare was nothing more than a jellyfish, gasping – her breasts heaving with desire.

“Damn!”  she exclaimed. “He said that he would show me more than just size!”

Beth chuckled. “Will…”

My wife calling me by my given name signified that her fantasy had been fulfilled.

I looked at her – she mouthed, “We need to talk…”

I nodded.

“Let’s shower and clean up,” I suggested. “Beth, you can then go home – I want to take Clare to her home – and ensure that she gets in OK.”

Damn! An hour long shower! The three of us in the tub – Beth with a lip-lock on Clare’s breast, and Clare’s hand was almost buried in Beth’s pussy! I had my tongue working feverishly in Clare’s sweet twat.

I had to carry her to my truck…

* * * * *

Cops were swarming all over Clare’s apartment building – worse than ants! Clare’s hand went to her mouth. “They’re in my apartment!” she exclaimed.

I pulled in to the curb, parking in a red zone. I took her hand. “Trust me, follow my lead,” I said. “I have experience with this.” She looked me in the eye – she nodded. “If you are asked a question, answer truthfully – OK?”

She nodded again, but her eyes were wide with fear. She was visibly nervous, so I gave her a squeeze of reassurance. She smiled to me, and then nodded that she was OK, knowing that she had my support.

I flipped my cell open and pressed my wife’s speed number.

“Yes?”

“Hon? It’s me. We’ve just arrived at Clare’s apartment. The place is swarming with cops. We’re going to find out what’s up, and then go from there. But, judging from the number of cops, don’t expect me home real soon…

“Ok?”

A moment’s hesitation. “Ok,” she said.

We approached a man wearing a suit, writing on a clipboard.

“Detective?” I asked, alerting him to our approach.

He looked up. “Detective Sergeant Frank, Homicide,” he identified himself. “And you are…?”

I handed him my ID folder – which identified me as Captain William, with the FBI, retired. He whistled. “Why would the big boys…” he started, and stopped as he looked at me shaking my head. He handed my ID back to me. “Ok.”

He turned to Clare. “And you must be…” he consulted his notes. “Naomi.”

“Yes,” she said, looking to me – looking for understanding. I kissed my finger and brushed it against her lips. “You have nothing to fear,” was what I was trying to get across to her.

She smiled, and relaxed. We returned our attention to the detective.

“Naomi, do you own a gun?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.”

“Will you please describe it?”

“A .32 caliber Smith and Wesson automatic…”

“Legal?”

“Why, yes, it is – and I am legal. I have a license, and it is registered in my name with the county sheriff’s office.”

He smiled. “We have recovered such a weapon – and the serial number does trace back to you, complete with proper license and registration….”

“Detective,” I interrupted, “Why the questions in regards to a firearm?”

“Oh! I’m sorry!” he exclaimed. “Apparently you haven’t been informed as to what has occurred here.

“Naomi, neighbors heard and reported a single gunshot not more than an hour ago. We forcibly entered your apartment to find a young male deceased in your bathtub – apparently by a self-inflicted gunshot wound. The firearm – your gun – was in his hand…”

Clare – Naomi? – staggered, reaching for me. I held her tight. She gathered courage from me, saying, “Please describe him…”

The detective again consulted his notes. “Black male, approximately 28 years of age, a two-day beard, otherwise clean-cut…”

Clare leaned into my shoulder, and burst into tears. I held her, and, as the detective was looking distraught, I motioned for him to wait it out. He nodded.

“My ex-boyfriend,” she said, finally, sniffling.

“Naomi, I have to ask this. Can you prove where you have been for the past few hours?”

She looked to me. “Yes, Detective, she can,” I answered for her. “She has been with me. And my wife. At a motel. And I have the receipts to prove it.

“Now, Detective, I ask that any further questions that you have for her be held until tomorrow. She is, quite naturally, upset.”

He nodded, asking for my contact info, which I gave him. “Detective, we won’t skip.”

“Thought never entered my mind, Capt…” when he stopped suddenly, remembering my no-no.

Detective Sergeant Frank gave me his card, and also the name of a bio-chemical hazardous waste cleanup company to clean her apartment. I nodded my thanks, and on leaving, we were interrupted by an older male. I surmised – correctly – that he was the apartment manager.

“Naomi,” he started.

“Please,” I interrupted. “Tomorrow, Ok? And please change the locks to her apartment in the morning?”

He nodded Ok.

“And we will ask that the bio-chemical hazard waste techs be here as soon as the police investigation is completed. Please give them access…”

He nodded OK again.

Chapter 6

I parked at my apartment. She looked to me as I exited and went around the truck to open the door for her. “Naomi?” I said.

She nodded. “You’re not mad, are you?”

“No, sweets. My wife and I understand. Please come in – we’ll explain our involvement, which will probably match why you gave us a false name…

“And we will explain why we stopped when we did…”

She looked to me and smiled. “I don’t know why, but I trust you…”

I took her hand, guiding her out of my truck. Holding her, I locked it and then led her to 
my apartment.

Eve had risen from the couch as she heard my key in the lock. I opened the door, and started to usher Naomi in. She stopped, as Eve had also stopped. Then Naomi rushed to her, burying her face into Eve’s shoulder. Eve enveloped her in her arms.

“Clare…”

She shook her head. “Naomi,” she said.

Eve smiled to her. “Come to our bedroom – we have much to confess and to discuss.” She led Naomi to our bedroom. I did my customary check of the apartment, ensuring that it was secure and then prepared the coffee pot for the morning.

I entered our bedroom to find Naomi in one of Eve’s slip of a nightie. She was sitting up in the middle of our bed while Eve was holding her tight.

“Y’all aren’t mad that I gave you a false name?” Naomi asked.

Eve shook her head, while I answered verbally. “Naomi, we, too gave false names – probably, at base value, for the same reasons that you did. However, our reasons go a step further.

“Naomi, my real name is William, Will for short. My wife’s real name is Eve. The names that we gave you – Sam and Beth – were for both security reasons and they are the names we use when role playing…”

“Role playing?” Naomi asked.

“Yes. I am a retired agent with the FBI. I worked with them as a psychiatrist. I specialized in fantasies – as most serial and mass murderers, along with serial rapists were trying to fulfill a fantasy. I was a profiler, if you will – and damned good at what I did. I’m proud to say that I helped ID several murderers and rapists – and have never lost a case in court.

“Naomi – this may be hard for you – I was playing a role when I picked you up in the bar. I was fulfilling one on my wife’s fantasies. She, too, was role playing.”

“But I fell in love with both of you!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, you did – something that I hadn’t counted on. In addition, both of us fell in love with you. That is the reason that we stopped the role play. I was to take you home and then Eve and I meant to discuss what occurred and what to do. We never wanted to hurt anyone in our role playing.”

“You both fell in love with me?” she asked.

“Yes. Can’t you feel our love? We feel yours…”

Naomi nodded. “Yes, now that you have pointed it out – yes. I was distraught over what had occurred at my apartment. It blinded me…”

“I understand, Naomi.

“Naomi, I figure that you won’t want to return to your apartment. As it turns out, Eve and I didn’t need to discuss anything – it worked itself out naturally. We want you to move in with us…”

Naomi’s eyes widened again. She stared at me – at Eve. Eve gave her a reassuring squeeze. I took her hand, giving it another gentle kiss as I looked her in the eye.

She burst into tears. Eve and I both took her into our arms. She knew…

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