Author:  OneIdleHand
Title:  The Trust Me Pill
Summary:  Perhaps it’s the ultimate sexual gift a woman could give to her 
husband… Hayley gives Steven the keys to the kingdom, a pill that makes her 
comply with whatever fantasies he is willing to attempt, and at the same time, 
trust his judgment completely, because she won’t remember a thing afterwards.  
Keywords: mc, MF, MMF, M+F, exhib 

Note:  This story is somewhat lengthy, and it is broken into several “pills” as 
a reference for places to stop and come back, if needed.

“The Trust Me Pill”



Prologue:

It felt good to be “on stage” again!  Hayley had taken a year off from the 
convention circuit, and the home life with the new baby was all she had expected 
and more.  She had expected changes in her life, but detaching herself from her 
career had come more slowly than she would have thought.  Her agency persisted 
in calling from time to time, but she just hadn’t wanted to travel and leave her 
daughter at home.  And with the hours the job required, there was no chance that 
she could take the baby with her.  

But even while telling the agency a polite “no,” she had known that the remains 
of an addiction to being the center of attention would eventually win out.  She 
liked her work. So, while telling herself that her workout regimen had been 
necessary for her general health, the prospect of returning to work had often 
provided the incentive to make it to the gym.

Although her life as a stay-at-home mom was something she was appreciating more 
with each day, she hadn’t been fully domesticated when they had asked her to go 
to Chicago for a pharmaceutical convention.  The facts were plain.  It was an 
easy flight from Charlotte, and it would only be for four and a half days.  Add 
the daily grind of her daughter’s cries, the throw-up, and diaper duty, and the 
prospect of a break from maternal “bliss” had certainly appealed.   Thankfully, 
even though she and Steven had agreed that she would be an “at home” mom, he had 
supported her in this “break” from her new routine.  

And here she was, in Chicago, at a behemoth of a convention hall, with huge open 
spaces filled to the brim with various vendor exhibit booths lined up in rows 
and columns.  It was amazing to think that in just a few days it would be 
emptied and set up again for whoever was next in town.  Set-up, fortunately, was 
not her job.

She had presented pharmaceuticals before, and she liked it.  It was a 
straightforward topic with an educated audience of physicians, nurse 
practitioners, and pharmacists.  This was quite different from the prepared 
foods show at which she had represented Busker’s Hot Sauce from Hell, or the 
Kubota tractor show, or, the worst, data correction software for computer 
servers.  What a bunch of geeks!  Nevertheless, give her a crowd, or even a 
small group, and there was an electric feel to being the presenter.  She had to 
admit she had an addiction to being the center of attention at these things… 
even if it was while directing a PowerPoint presentation, giving the sales 
pitch, and trying her best to draw the passers-by to the seats and those in the 
seats to the product at hand.

The irony of this drug, however, was that, of all possible drugs, she would be 
asked to present Levitra.   It was a major compliment from her agency to trust 
her with the assignment, because the product was certain to draw crowds and 
there were certain to be a wide variety of in-depth questions.  More 
importantly, on the visual side, the product, indeed Bayer itself, demanded both 
a seductive body and a suggestive voice as their spokesperson…  It wasn’t like 
she was actually selling Levitra, but image is, often, everything…at least in 
advertising.  Bayer also provided a M.D. who was able to handle the minute 
details of questions asked by an informed audience, but she had researched the 
product trials, side effects, and testimonials and was prepared to handle most 
questions.  And it still nagged at her… was a four hour erection a benefit or a 
side-effect?   

It was nice to earn a little spending money too.   Steven had an ample income 
for their needs, but a little discretionary spending fund was always a good 
thing for a woman to have…  And, the agency had graciously given her the money 
for a new wardrobe.  That wasn’t their usual deal for their contractors, but she 
could tell that the gesture was targeted towards motivating her return to the 
fold for a longer commitment.  She’d see about that.  But, shopping to find four 
dresses at once had certainly made the buying decisions easier.  It was always 
the shoes that were the pain…they had to look good, but she also had to stand in 
them for hours at a time.

Each presentation lasted about 30 minutes with a Q/A afterwards, and after four 
sessions she was thankful for a mid-afternoon “lunch” break.  She found a small 
café with “open air” seating in one of the main hallways and ordered a grilled 
chicken salad and ice water with lemon.  It was interesting to people-watch from 
this vantage point.  When she was “on stage,” she was always focused on the 
topic, even while making eye contact and making it a point to ask questions of 
individuals.  Despite that, she could hardly remember anyone who had attended so 
far, especially with this rather sedately dressed bunch.

But now as she watched physicians and various medical trades people of all sorts 
walk by, it made for an interesting comparison to other trade show groups she 
had seen... these attendees were professional, appeared generally in pretty good 
physical condition, represented a wide variety of ages, and were well-groomed 
and intelligent looking… as doctors should be!  No Dilbert T-shirts with this 
crowd.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a hand on her shoulder.  She looked up to see… 
Carolyn?!  It was indeed, and they hugged even as she encouraged Carolyn to sit 
and eat with her.  This was a surprise!

Hayley asked, “It’s been what?  Five years since I’ve seen you?” 

Carolyn had gained a little weight and had discernibly aged, but it was always 
great to find a friend at these shows, especially a friend so extroverted and 
fun.

Carolyn replied, “Probably about that, yes.  I can’t image what you possibly did 
for entertainment without me around!”  Carolyn was one of those free spirits 
that never let an idle moment pass.  She hadn’t changed.

“It was difficult, but I found that I tended towards room service and T.V.  Some 
might say it’s boring…”

“Like me!”

“Yes, but, in the wake of your absence, you know, I forced myself to believe it 
was a coming to maturity.  I pretty much gave up the bar scenes without you.”

Carolyn laughed.  “That’s so sad!  Well, we need to get you out then!  I’ve been 
back in the U.S. for about 6 months, but I’ve been wondering if you were still 
around.  The international shows finally took their toll.  I needed a home to go 
to rather than another motel.  Hey, I see a pretty nice ring on the finger.  Do 
tell!”

Hayley saw that Carolyn did not yet have a ring.  “Well, I got married not too 
long after you left.  I met Steven through a friend of a friend.  We had a 
whirlwind romance, and off to the altar we went.  I didn’t quit the biz until 
last year when I had my daughter, and I’ve been off up until this assignment.”

They caught up on old times and newer ones, including baby facts and the latest 
on their friends in the business.  Carolyn, as expected, did most of the 
talking, but she was a good listener too.

Carolyn was quiet for a moment and had a curious look about her. 

The silence wasn’t yet uncomfortable, so she spoke to move this mystery out of 
the way.  “Okay, what?”

“Well, first, you look absolutely gorgeous.  I know you’ve had a baby, and I 
don’t mean this in a negative way, but you look…fulfilled for one.  Content.”  
Carolyn looked at Hayley’s breasts.  “And you look more filled.  As in, a new 
bust line.  I don’t remember you having cleavage.”

“Well, Steven calls it a blessing of motherhood.  I went from a 34B to a 36C.  
In fact, I was quite larger, but I seem to have settled there.  They’re kind of 
fun, if you know what I mean… like a new toy.  A couple of small stretch marks 
for wear if I look for them, but I came out pretty well.  Plus, I had to buy new 
clothes.  You know how I hate that.”

Carolyn laughed.  “Wow!  Well, don’t tell anybody or the plastic surgeons will 
go out of business!   I can only hope to look so good should I ever have a kid.  
But I guess I should get married first!”

“Well, you know…we didn’t have any problems getting our drinks paid for when we 
used to pal around… I guess we could do so again.  Maybe you’ll find Mr. Right.”

Carolyn brightened at this.  “Well, I’d have to see if I brought a dress that 
presents my assets so nicely as yours, but yes, that would be fun!  I hope you 
don’t pop a seam…you might spill out.”

“Oh, hush.  It’s not that tight.”

“I wasn’t looking for an argument.  If you got the cleavage, you may as well use 
it!”

“Exactly.  The agency suggested that I be ‘alluring, but not trashy. Sexy, but 
not tacky.  Sophisticated, but available.’  It was fun to work with, and I still 
can’t believe I got the Levitra assignment.”  As she said this, she knew she 
shouldn’t have, as the notoriety of the product made for stiff competition 
between her peers, but Carolyn would have found out anyway.

Carolyn looked somewhat surprised.  “Oh!  Well… that’s you then!  I hadn’t made 
it around, but I heard from… well, I heard that some doctors were taken with 
you.  One said that the Viagra rep was, and I quote, ‘but a scrawny girl 
compared to that wondrous woman at the Levitra booth.’”

Hayley laughed.  “Well, today’s scrawny girl may develop into tomorrow’s 
wondrous woman!”  

“Yeah, like you.  I can’t believe it.  You always had a great figure anyway.”

This was good feedback, Hayley admitted to herself.  She wouldn’t expect to hear 
complaints from management, if Viagra didn’t show as…favorably.  

“Well, I guess I bought the right stuff then.  It feels great to know that sex 
appeal is alive and well as I start the countdown to 40. Plus, I admit I’ve 
become kind of evil in my way already.  Whenever the questions get irrelevant or 
boring to most of the audience, I just drop my pen.  And then, oh my!  I’ve got 
to bend over and pick it up!  I get them right back on track.  I’ve had to do it 
twice already.  I’ve got improved assets, so I figure I might as well use them.”

Carolyn laughed.  “That’s a good tip.  I’ll try to remember it…”

It was time to move on.  Carolyn sounded a bit jealous, and that wasn’t healthy 
for either of them.  “Speaking of falling out of my dress, I heard from Jenn, 
who is in the booth behind me, that someone fell out of her dress last night at 
my hotel.”

Carolyn looked… guilty?  “Which hotel are you at?”

“The Hyatt, down by the river.  The hotel here was sold out by the time I made 
my reservation.”

“Yeah, nice view there of the river.  I’m there, too.  Why don’t you tell me 
what you heard?”

“She said that, and keep in mind she was out pretty late, I gather… though she 
seemed to be alert this morning…I’m sure someone here has a drug for that!  But 
anyway, she said that she was coming off the elevator and several of the hotel 
staff were assisting a woman in the hallway, near a stairwell.  She said she 
only caught a glimpse, but that the girl or woman was messed up – clothes half 
off, hardly able to stand.  She was certain she saw one of the employees fondle 
her boob as they were straightening her up.  Like I’m sure that was an 
accident…”

“Well, that could just be the effects of liquor and a bad date.”

“Jenn wasn’t so sure.  She thinks a guest found her on the floor, then called 
for help.”

“Exactly.  But actually, it wasn’t a bad date.  It was the result of a good 
one.”

“What do you mean?”

Carolyn gave her a look clearly conveying, “Duh!”  

“You?”

“Yes.  Don’t look so surprised.  You’ve always known I like to party.”

“Yes, but I would never have thought you would be in that situation.  You’re 
always in control.”

“Yep, always.  Mostly.  Maybe.  Look, chick, it wasn’t a bad situation, even 
though it may have looked that way.   I look at it as unexpected consequence of 
the ‘Trust Me’ pill.”

“I know lots about Levitra.  But I never heard of that one.”

“Trust me, I know lots about Levitra too.  Those doctors you’ve been handing 
them out to aren’t exactly going home with them all.”

“I just started handing them out last night.”  Something clicked, and then she 
wondered about it.  “Wait a minute.  Doctors?  As in, plural?”

“You were always one to make connections quickly.  But yes, plural.”

“And at the same time?”

“Right again.”

Hayley grinned.  “Well, there’s no one right around us.  Tell me more.  Don’t be 
embarrassed.  You tell me your story, then I’ll tell you mine.”

Carolyn seemed intrigued.  “Oooooo.  Well, you know me… I’m never embarrassed 
about a good story.   I’ll tell you a bit about it, but I have to back up.  Many 
of the shows I did were in Asia, from Singapore to Hong Kong, even to Shenzhen 
in China.  And there I encountered this little pill that an acquaintance 
introduced me to.”

“The Trust Me pill?”

“Yes, and trust me, it’s quite a pill.  But suffice it to say I was in the wrong 
place to find Mr. Right.  There were too many Mr. Wongs.”

“Bad pun.”  Hayley said, as she laughed anyway.

“I know, but seriously, I just got tired of looking for the right guy, but I 
wasn’t willing to give up sex.  So rather than settle for the one guy, the pill 
sort of helped me find several.”

“At once?”

“Yep.  And I’ve been hooked on it ever since, although I plan to date 
legitimately again.  It’s just hard coming back to the real world.”

“So, last night was a…”

“Group thing? Gang bang?   Yes, your honor.  Guilty as charged.  And I literally 
couldn’t make it to my room.  My legs were too wobbly after… well, you know.  I 
really didn’t need their help.  I just needed to sit a couple minutes.  So 
that’s my story.  Now I want to hear yours.  I can’t believe there was a story 
you didn’t tell me all those years ago!”

“Okay, but I expect you to tell me more about the Trust Me pill later.”

“Sure.  Over dinner?”  

Hayley nodded.  

“But first you have to tell me your story, now.”

“Well, what I remember was great.”  Hayley laughed.  “It was in college, and I 
drank too much, and one thing led to another.  There were three guys, all of 
them were friends, though we never dated.  It was just before final exams, and 
they were seniors.  I was a sophomore.  We went to a bar, danced, then went to 
one of their rooms and played a drinking game.  It seemed like one dare after 
the other came and passed.  You know, a dare on how close you can come without 
touching, a kiss, a pet here or there, a piece of clothing… pretty soon we were 
really getting to know each other, in the biblical sense.  I don’t remember it 
all, because I passed out, or at least, I think so, because I didn’t remember 
going to sleep.”  

“But I remember waking up and seeing the digital clock read 2:45…in the morning.  
I was in a strange room with a guy nestled behind me and a hand on my breast.  I 
got a little panicked, found my clothes and left.  I was really startled because 
I had never done anything like that before… I had sex with only my steady 
boyfriend until we split earlier that school year.  But what got me was that I 
realized the hand on my breast wasn’t from the guy who was nestled behind me and 
wasn’t even one of the three I had gone out with.  I don’t really know what 
happened.  I would love to know what happened after I fell asleep.  Well, I’d be 
interested to know, anyway.  I’m just glad video cameras and digital pictures 
weren’t common then.”

“You weren’t drugged?”

“No, just the alcohol.”

“That you’re aware, anyway.  No harm done?”

“No, fortunately.  I was a little worried, but I stayed on birth control even 
after I broke up with my boyfriend.  I finally got to the point where I could 
laugh at myself, at least, after my period came.”

“Actually, you weren’t too far off from the Trust Me pill.  It’s so good to talk 
to someone who knows what it’s like to do several guys at once!” Carolyn paused, 
and carefully asked, “Is it something that you ever wanted to do again?”

Hayley thought about it.  “I haven’t dwelled on it.  It’s very useful, though, 
when Steven is going at it a bit slow.  I just whisper a few words about that 
night and he… well, he picks up the pace, let’s say.  Actually, maybe I do dwell 
on it.  I realized much later that even going to that room, aside from being a 
mistake in judgment, still meant that I was more open to that than I would have 
thought.  It was the drinking, I’m sure. I don’t think having sex with them was 
a conscious thing, but that doesn’t change what happened.”

“I’m not judgmental at all.  Like all things, in sex, you don’t know if you like 
something until you try it.  But you told Steven about it?  I can’t believe 
that!  Do you tell each other everything?”

“Well, we’re married now.  It’s not like we’re swingers or anything.  I’m the 
only woman he’s been with, so he lives vicariously through the boyfriends I 
had.”

Carolyn said, “You mean to say he’s turned on by your affairs.”

“My past affairs.  But, sure.  We both are.”

“Hayley, if you had the opportunity to do it again, under your own rules, would 
you?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Are you sure?  You and Steven haven’t talked about it when you’re in bed?”

“Well, sure.  But it’s just fantasy.  It’s a subject that only comes up when 
we’re horny, and it disappears after the climax.  Even if I did want to, it’s 
different now.  I’m married.”

“Okay, I’ll let the issue drop, for now.  I hope I haven’t upset you.  You look 
a bit…off.”

“Oh, please, Carolyn!  All you’ve done is made me wet, thank you very much.  And 
now I have to go back and promote Levitra!”

Carolyn laughed.  “I would think it’s a full time job just handing out the 
samples.”

“Yes, funny thing.  They all come to me for the samples rather than the company 
doctor.  
I’m sure it’s just because I’ve been so informative.”

“Yeah, right, Ms. Hot ta ta’s.”

“I’ll make you a deal.  Give me your room number and I’ll tell them where the 
clinical trials are taking place.”

Carolyn laughed.  “I’ve missed you and your sense of humor.  What time tonight?”

“Gosh.  I’ll have to forego the room service and my T.V. plans.  But for you… 
Lobby at 7:00?”  

And it was a date.



Carolyn arrived dressed for what they used to call “a little naughty and a 
little nice.”  A low cut white blouse with a hint of satin black bra topped a 
tight, knee length black skirt.  Hayley hadn’t planned on going out when she 
packed, and her casual wardrobe was limited to sweat pants and a T-shirt.  So, 
she wore the dress that she’d had on all day.  Alluring, after all…

Carolyn had an Italian restaurant in mind, and before long they were dining on 
cannelloni and chicken marsala.  Tried but very true.   

Not surprisingly, conversation quickly reverted to where they had left off in 
the afternoon.  Carolyn, in fact, was quite candid.

“So, the question I asked earlier.  If you could do it again,” she lowered her 
voice, “a gang-bang, under your own rules, would you do it?”

“And like I said, I’d have to talk to St…”  

Carolyn cut her off with a palm raised in the air.  “No, I don’t want to hear 
‘ifs,’ ‘ands’ or ‘buts.’  This is a simple question about desire.  Assume all 
your contingencies are satisfied.  There’s only the question of desire.  If you 
could… would you?”   

Hayley didn’t respond immediately.  

“I’ll make it simpler.  This is a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question.”

“If..”

“Ack!”

“Okay, okay.  Yes.  The answer is yes.  It was a lot of fun, and it makes me 
horny to think about to this day.”

“Fun?  That’s not a word I’d use.  ‘Passionate,’ maybe.  ‘Hard-core,’ 
definitely.  ‘Extremely pleasurable and satisfying.’  But ‘fun?”

“Well, yes.  It felt great, but it was just… fun!  It wasn’t like making love.  
But I say fun because it was like a sloppy, wet playtime.  Everyone got to do 
what they wanted to do.  You know…”

“Okay, we’re just made a little different then.  Why don’t you call Steven on 
your cell phone and ask him if you can have… ‘fun!’ while you’re here?”

“What!  How could I…  Who with?  I don’t think so.  And I don’t think he would 
want it either.  I answered your question without the “if,” but in reality there 
is an “if.”

“I know; I know.  I knew it would…”

“And really, how could you expect me to just call my husband and ask him 
something like that?  And why are you so interested in me doing it again?”

“Okay, you’ve got a point.  Besides, it might be even better if you wait until 
tomorrow and send him a text message while he’s at work.  I can see it now.  
He’s in a meeting, his cell phone vibrates.  He looks down to read, ‘yes or no?  
Can I gang bang 5 or 7 guys tonight?’”

Hayley was amused, but, appropriately, acted mortified.

“Oh stop it with that look!  I’m just kidding, of course.”   

“Oh, I know.  Just giving you a hard time.”

“Okay, let’s mix this up a bit then.  I’m trying to give you a hard time, if you 
know what I mean.  I think it will have to wait though.  It might require...”  
Carolyn made a dramatic expression and held her arms out like she was Atlas 
holding the world… “the ‘Trust Me’ pill.”

“Oh, there you go with that again.”

“Let me try it this way.  Tell me what you think are Steven’s… say, three top 
fantasies involving you are.”

“Well, let’s see.  He always wants me to ride around at night without a top on.  
Scares the willies out of me, but I’ll probably do it sometime when he does 
something especially sweet.”

“In the car, like on the highway?”

“Yeah.  What were you thinking, a bicycle?”

“No, no!  The car…been there, done that.  It’s safe anyway, that is if he’s a 
good driver.”  Carolyn laughed, perhaps at some private memory.  “Okay, that’s 
one.  What else?”

“I’m not real sure.”

“Well, I think you know, I just have to ask the right questions.  What turns him 
on in bed, or for that matter, maybe out of the bed?  Anything going on in other 
rooms?”

“Well, he really likes to tie me up in our den and ‘have his way with me,’ as he 
puts it.  Again, it’s more his thing…  I get all the attention, but it lacks 
something when I can’t move.”

“I agree.  Been there and done that, too.  Although Steven is sounding a lot 
more interesting than he did earlier.  By the way, I had an interesting… lesson, 
let’s say, when I was in Singapore.  I don’t think the country matters; men are 
the same everywhere.  But eventually, I think you’ll find that his bondage 
fantasy may work from a different direction.  Some men like to tie the woman up, 
but my experience is that they like to find you tied up already even more.  
You’re sort of like a present, that way.”

“Well, you’re right there.  He hasn’t said anything about being tied up, but he 
has told me it would turn him on if he came home and found me in lingerie, or 
saran wrap, waiting for him just inside the door, doing who knows what.”

“Yes, that’s it exactly.  Just put the two together and he would go nuts.”

“I suppose so.  The plastic wrap has been in the back of my mind, but I’ve never 
quite gotten around to doing it.”

“You and 99.9% of other women, I’d guess, which is why they all fantasize about 
it.  Okay, that’s two.  Let’s step it up a notch.  If he were to imagine you 
having sex with another man, who would it be?”

“Easy.  Tim.  A co-worker.  His office had a pool party at his boss’s house.  
Tim couldn’t take his eyes off me…”

Carolyn interrupted.  “Was this before or after the baby?”

“After, why?”  

“I told you, you jumped a notch on the babe meter.  Continue.”

“Oh, well, and then Tim couldn’t, or rather, can’t keep from talking about me at 
the office, apparently.  It annoyed Steven at first, but then he took it as a 
compliment.  Steven knows he has a huge crush on me.  He’s about 24.  He needs a 
girlfriend, I keep telling Steven.”

“Good looking?”

“Sure, he’s cute.  Why?”

“One more question.  Do you trust Steven?”

“Sure, he’s my husband.”

“No, I mean, do you really trust him?”

“I think so, but the way you ask that scares me a little.”

“It’s because of the drug.”

“Yes, the drug.  By the way, I did a Google search and couldn’t find anything 
about it.”

“Well, as clever as you may be, you wouldn’t.  Maybe you will someday.  Do you 
remember the story you told me about college?  You fell asleep and couldn’t 
remember everything that happened?”

“As if I could forget…  And I’m real curious here about your line of 
questioning….Steven’s fantasies, trust, drugs, orgy…  hmmm.”

“Like I said, you were quick to connect dots.  So, remember?”

“Yes, Ms. Bossy.”

“Okay.  Well, someone somewhere made up that terrible drug, the date rape drug.  
Familiar with it?”

Hayley was.  “Sure, mix it with a drink.  The girl goes to sleep.  The guy takes 
advantage of her and she has no recollection of what happened.  Lots of girls 
have been victimized by it.”

“I agree, except I would say it’s the guy that used the drug that is to blame, 
not the drug itself.”

“Kind of like guns…”

“We’re off topic.   Here’s the next evolution…”  Carolyn handed over a pill.  
Gelcap variety.  No manufacturer indication. 

“First, what does this do? And second, why would you have it?  Although, I can 
probably guess a bit at both.”

Carolyn grinned.  And then she explained.




Hayley arrived home Sunday night.  Steven helped her carry her bags in from the 
car, and once they reached their room, she began emptying the trade show goodies 
she had collected from other vendors’ booths.  Notepads, pens, stress squeeze 
balls, a goofy hat with a rotor blade, T-shirts, rulers, cups…   For herself, 
she began unwrapping the plastic film around a nice polo shirt she had received 
from “an admirer” at Pfizer.  

“Here, Steven, see what else you can find in there.”  He had always enjoyed 
getting the odds and ends.  He certainly would this time.

He quickly came to his first prize.  “Is this what it says it is?”

“Yes, I thought you might be curious.”

“Should I be insulted that you thought I might be curious 100 times?  Or are you 
saying I need this?”

“Well, honey.  It does say that you can maintain an erection up to four hours.”

“Four!  I’d heard that, but really?”

“How would I know?”

“Perhaps you’ll find out!”

“Duh!  I hope to!  I think it’s important for me to research beyond the formal 
testing that’s been done, don’t you think?  They probably should have given me 
some of those in advance of the convention.  I’ll be right back.  Gonna check on 
Samantha.”

“She’s sleeping soundly.”

“I’m sure you took care of her just fine.”  And the baby was fine, sleeping on 
her stomach.  She couldn’t help but adjust the covers, even though they didn’t 
need it.  She felt like she had to do something…  she had missed her over the 
past few days, and it was a comfort just to watch the little bundle rise and 
fall with her breaths.

After a few minutes, she returned to the bedroom doorway, where she watched 
Steven sift through her suitcase.  She was glad to see him, too.  At 6’1”, she 
had to look up at just the right angle to kiss him, and she could easily lose 
herself in his blue eyes, well, when he was in the mood anyway.  She hoped he 
would be soon.  

He sorted through a magnetic paper clip holder and a nice pen and pencil set.  
“What are these?”  He was holding up three pills in a small baggie.  

“Well, dang.  You weren’t supposed to find those.  There’s some used condoms in 
there somewhere too, if you look hard enough…”

“Yeah, you wish.  Now what are these?”

“Oh.  I don’t know if those actually work.  But they come highly recommended.  
As I understand it, they only work on women.  I think it’s somehow activated by 
estrogen.”

“Okay, but what does it do?  Give you a hard on for four hours!”

“Of course not, you goof.  I think they’re good for six or more.”  Hayley then 
looked at him seriously; he detected the difference.  “As I understand it, if I 
were to take one of those pills, it would take about one hour to have its 
effect, at which point I would become very, very suggestible to anything you 
would ask me to do...for maybe… I wasn’t kidding…four, six hours, maybe longer…”  
She saw Steven smile, considering its implications.  She would help him. “It 
affects a female in several ways, apparently.   She gets extremely turned on.  
And you know how it’s said that guys think with their dicks when they’re turned 
on?”

“It’s true.”

“Well, it’s kind of the same for the woman.  The conscience is blocked and even 
reluctance, for the most part, disappears.  Or so I’ve been told.”

“Perfect!”

“Almost.  It has two notable side effects.    After the high comes an 
irresistible urge to sleep.”

“After four hours that’s okay!”  Steven was about as excited as she had ever 
seen him.  This was going to be interesting.

“I’m not done yet, Steven.”  

“It gets better?”

“You might think so.  In my opinion, it gets tricky.  When you, or should I say, 
I, wake up, I’m not likely to remember much of anything other than possibly 
taking the pill and a bit of time afterwards.”

Steven was quiet.  She could see the gears turning in his eyes.  “One other 
thing.  It can’t be mixed with an alcoholic drink, or it won’t work.”

“Sounds like the fraternity guys wouldn’t like that.”

“Probably not.  Maybe it works that way as a safety consideration.  I don’t 
know.”

“Yes, but it’s still potentially very dangerous.”

“Yes.  But between us, like I said, it’s more tricky than dangerous.”

“Is it safe?  Any medical side effects?”

“I’m assured it’s safe to take.  But understand that I got these from a woman, 
and she doesn’t remember much about taking them except what her partner tells 
her.”

Steven looked at her, considering.  “You would be willing to do that?”

“Yeah.  Of course.  I trust you.”

“You know this opens all the doors to my fantasies…  What if  I…”  Steven 
stepped behind her, reaching around to brush the side of her breasts.  “…had you 
ride in the car completely naked?”

“You’re so predictable, honestly!  I can’t imagine myself doing that.  But then, 
apparently the inhibitions go and I wouldn’t remember it later.  Oh, and you 
better not have a wreck or I’d kill you.”

“I see.  What if we were at a pool party, and I suggested you ‘accidentally’ 
lose your top in the pool.”

“The same.  I’d have to trust that you wouldn’t embarrass me in front of a 
crowd.  And, of course, when someone told me later what happened, I’d kill you.”

“It sounds like there are medical side effects, after all.  For me.”

“Possibly.  You never know with drugs.”

“Moving on.  An amateur wet T-shirt contest then?”

Hayley just grinned at him and shrugged her shoulders.

“That’s a response I like!  I don’t die!  So I get three wishes?”

“Yes, but keep in mind that there may be only three.  The supply is tightly 
controlled.  I won’t be able to get them for your friends, I know.  And if you 
waste them suggesting that I clean the kitchen or vacuum the house, that’s your 
own fault.”

Steven laughed.  “So it’s kind of a hypnotism pill then?”

“I think it’s better than that, but maybe similar in a lot of ways, as if there 
were such things.”

Steven went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water.  He popped one of 
the Levitras loose and swallowed it.  “I shouldn’t have done that.  I’m not 
going to need it.  So I get three wishes?”

“So it seems.”

“I’ll have to think about that, but my current wish is for, as you put it, a 
non-clinical trial of the product I just sampled.”

She fondled his cock through his pants.  Hard.  As expected.  “I was hoping you 
just might!”



Pill One:

It was the following Friday.  She had swallowed the pill.  She didn’t detect any 
changes, but then, she didn’t expect to.  Steven had called her at 4:00 telling 
her take the pill at 7:00 and to make baby sitting arrangements.  Fortunately, 
her parents stepped in to take her angel for a sleepover.  Steven arrived 
shortly after 7:00, beer on his breath.  That was definitely not a good sign.  
One of them without caution was plenty, and by default, that role should be 
strictly hers.  She could only guess that he was as nervous about this as she 
was.  In any case, he wasn’t drunk.  And the beer breath was… kinda sexy.

“Tell me you love me,” Steven said.

“I do.”  

Steven wasn’t satisfied.  “No, I want to hear you say the words.”

“I love you.”

He smiled at that.  “I’m going to go to the bedroom and pick out what I want you 
to wear tonight.”

“Take your time.  I don’t think it’s kicked in yet.”  

“You did take the pill, right?”

“Of course!”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

What was he going to pick out!  She laid on the living room couch.  It wasn’t 
long before she realized her hand had sneaked its way between her legs.  Not 
enough to get anything started, but she knew she was turned on.  What had he 
dreamed up?

He came back quite a bit later, very excitedly.  “It took me a while to dig 
through all your shoes.   Okay, please stand by the glass doors.”  She did.  
“Okay, now open the curtains.., good.  Now, turn around and look out the door.”  
She did.  It was dark outside, but she could just make out Steven’s reflection 
in the glass, as well as the lamp shades at each end of the couch behind him.  
She could still make out the lights of the house behind theirs through the 
reflection.  The Conners might be home, or they might not.  They seemed to leave 
their lights on all the time.  She flushed a little, guessing what she was about 
to do.

“Has the pill… started yet?  Are you turned on?”

“Yes, surprisingly, as you haven’t done anything to help.  You haven’t even 
given me a kiss.”

“I’ll make that up to you.  Take off your sweat shirt.”  

She guessed correctly.  Undressing in front of whoever is out there.  Did she 
have a choice here?  Maybe she did.  Still, she took off her top.  The odds were 
favorable that no one was looking, though she would be more at ease during 
spring or summer when leaves had sprouted on the trees behind the house.  She 
started to turn towards Steven.

“No, stand there.  Just toss your sweat shirt on the floor.  That’s a hideous 
bra.  I wish I could get you to destroy all the plain ones.  Anyway, take it 
off.”  

She reached behind her.  Snap. Snap. And Snap.  It used to only take two to hold 
her boobs in place.  She pulled it over her arms, and dropped it on the floor.  

“That’s great.  I can only see the back of you, and you look awesome.  Okay, now 
the sweat pants.”  And her panties soon followed.  He came closer and placed her 
spaghetti strapped high heeled shoes, with the silver sequins, on the floor 
beside her.  

“Okay, step into those.”  She did.  “Okay, very nice.  I love how heels make 
your legs look.  Now, spread your legs about a foot apart.  A little bit more.  
Lean forward just a bit.  There.”  She heard the clicking of his Nikon SLR.  
Digital all the way.  She had known when he bought it that he would be using it 
to photograph her.  But it was better than dropping film at the drug store!

“Are you wet?”

“Yes!”

“Place your hands high on the door.”  She did, and he took pictures of her from 
several angles before retreating to the area behind her.

“I can see your cunt lips perfectly.  They look wet.  Turn around.”  

She did, to a series of fill flashes and clicks.

“You are beautiful.”

“Thank you.  It must be the shoes.”

Steven laughed.  “They do like very nice… I’ll admit.  But it’s the rest of you 
I’m interested in.  Now put these on.”  He placed her clothes on the coffee 
table.  

“Any particular order?”

“Yes, the tank top first.”

She pulled it on, nestling her breasts inside, barely.  Clearly, he hadn’t 
“forgotten” the bra.  It was an intentional “oversight.”  And just as clearly, 
he had chosen a shirt that fit her before she was pregnant.  It had been 
slightly big, and now it was noticeably small.

“I’m amazed you got your stomach back in shape.  You were so big!  And now 
you’re as sexy as ever.”    

Sexier, to hear Carolyn say it.  But yes, she was proud of the work she had put 
into it, and she was glad she could still wear a midriff and get away with it.

“Those nipples are killing me.”  He took a few pictures.  While her breasts had 
settled in to the current size, she hadn’t grown accustomed to her nipples.  
After nursing, they seemed to maintain a puffier shape, breaking the natural 
slope of her breasts.  She wondered if their darker tint would show through the 
yellow fabric.  And they seemed to harden at the slightest provocation.

“Now the skirt.”  She put it on.  It was a black leather skirt she had bought 
mostly as a tease intended for the bedroom.  It was open sided, showing her 
hips, with laces connecting the pieces.  It was advertised as a micro-mini, and 
it wasn’t false advertising.  It covered her buns, at least.  It did, in any 
case, complement nicely the golden yellow of her top.

“Okay, smile for a few pics.”  She gave him more than that, with some cheesy 
cupcake poses she and her friends used to make fun of back in school.



They went to dinner at Le Craze, a funky, mixed grill restaurant in the artsy 
community, thankfully on the opposite side of town.  Charlotte was a large city, 
but she had a lot of friends, and she always seemed to bump into one of them 
when eating out or shopping.  It was late enough to be past the family dining 
crowd, if families actually ate there.   Her outfit didn’t stand out as much as 
it would at, say, Ryan’s Steakhouse, but she was still conspicuous in a place 
where everyone came to stand out.  She got her share of lustful stares, even 
without all the piercings and tattoos that otherwise seemed to be the fashion 
with clientele.

The lack of any private booths kept a degree of attention on her throughout the 
meal, that was for sure.  The difference, she realized, was that she was the 
only one dressed provocatively, whereas almost everyone else was dressed, 
amusingly enough, to not conform.  

There were better tables available, but Steven seemed quite pleased with the one 
near the middle that the hostess had led them to. There wasn’t a man or woman 
within eyeshot, including the kitchen help, she noticed, who hadn’t give her the 
once over.  Or twice over…quite a compliment, really, considering the younger 
girls there.  And Steven noticed too.  He had a gloating, maybe boastful, look 
in his eye, which was not, she realized, the most endearing.  

“Hayley,” he said in a soft voice, “your breasts look wonderful in that top.”

What to say to that?  “Thank you.”

“Do you know that your nipples show through the fabric?”

“Yes.  I noticed.  They are darker now than they used to be.”

“I didn’t think you would wear it out of the house.”

“It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

He didn’t answer, but his continued to dart left and right, observing.  
Admiring?  She hoped so.  It was a show for him, after all.

Aside from the indiscrete nature of her top, a further distraction was that 
there were no tablecloths, and the tables were glass.  She had to carefully mind 
her legs…  Or did she?  Hmmm.   Should she flash him?  She was definitely turned 
on.

She slipped her foot out of her shoe, and rubbed the outside of Steven’s leg 
with it.  If he paid attention, he would see that she had to stretch her leg 
quite a bit...  Yes. There.  He had to move his placemat to the side slightly to 
see, but now he was looking right at her snatch, as he ought.

“Okay, while you’re sitting there, so openly, I want a taste of you.”

Whoa!  What did he mean by that?  Was he going to lick her from under the table?  
“Umm, what do you mean?”

“Use your finger.”

“Here?  Right now?”

“Yes.”

She was dieing inside, even as she smiled and held up her index finger.  “Will 
this one do?”

“Yes, that would be perfect.”

It was rather simple really.  She could see the challenge in his eyes.  Maybe he 
thought it was a test of some sort.  She locked her eyes with his and moved her 
finger to her cunt, keeping her hand in a fist with her finger outstretched the 
entire way.   Ahh, the drama.  She loved hooking a man’s attention, even in this 
environment.  

Her skirt was… no obstacle.  She spread her legs even farther apart for effect, 
and smiled at him as her finger rubbed her clit several times before dipping 
just below.  He surprised her by keeping eye contact.  She thought for sure that 
he would look towards her cunt.  Her finger emerged amazingly wet and sticky.  
She held it so he could see the wetness, then held it out to him across the 
table.  

He sucked her finger rather quickly, as if he didn’t want to be watched.  
Perhaps he was more uncomfortable than she was.  She wasn’t daring enough to 
look around, but she felt like all eyes were on them.  Maybe he was 
uncomfortable with the attention.   Although she felt like she had stepped from 
a portal from domesticated housewife to, well, something else, she was certain 
this was new to him too.

“Mmmm.  Nice.  Bill Clinton was right about something after all, never mind the 
cigar.”  He was making fun, but his face still held a look of amazement at what 
she had just done in the middle of a room full of people.  It quickly faded into 
a measure of resolve.  Desire?  Control.  Before she could come to terms with 
his change in demeanor, he spoke again.

“Okay.”  He paused, nodding, at her, perhaps, or some thought.  “Okay, then.  
Spread your legs again.  I want to see this time.”  She did, and he didn’t look 
at her covertly, if was even possible in the middle of a dining area, but stared 
through the table top at her sex.

Hayley felt like she should be blushing, but she wasn’t.  What was going on 
here?  Aside from her own behavior, she considered the effect the pill was 
having on Steven.  This was so different from the man she married.  There was no 
idle chit chat.  There was nothing considerate in his manner, especially at the 
moment.  And so much for his shyness.

This was a possibility Carolyn had prepared her for, however, and in Carolyn’s 
opinion, the best of his possible responses.  She had become a sex object, a toy 
to him.  But it was an incredible change in him that she had just witnessed, as 
if it was he that had taken a pill to effect such a change.  She knew he loved 
her, but she also saw in his face that he no longer doubted the pill.  Maybe he 
was just beginning to truly consider the possibilities, and that was exciting, 
wasn’t it?  Wasn’t it?  

She was aware that he had said something while she had been reflecting.  “With 
your tongue, so I can see,” he added.  Or maybe repeated.  Yes, that was it.  He 
watched intently as she dabbled her finger again in her juices, then she stuck 
out her tongue to lick her finger slowly.  She wasn’t accustomed to her own 
taste, but it wasn’t bad, and she slowly pressed her fingertip against her lower 
lip, slowly adding moisture as if she was applying lipstick.  

Her reward was that he had to adjust his cock in his pants.  It was good to know 
he wasn’t just being clinical about this.

The meal came and went, with no general conversation, but focused solely on the 
way she looked and acted so far, and his excitement about the remainder of the 
evening.  And, of course, the only desert he wanted was between her legs, which 
he again sampled from her finger.  

The waitress that had served them had been remarkably non-intrusive, but when 
Steven had paid the bill, Hayley laughed at the irony of the 22ish year old 
saying, “Ya’ll have fun, kids!”



Steven had backed into a parking spot at the restaurant when they had arrived, 
which wasn’t his normal habit.  It made sense to her as they left, in the 
context of his next request.  To that end, she stood behind the trunk, with the 
lid raised, and then stripped, which didn’t take long at all.  

While the trunk lid hid her to a great extent from the general parking area, the 
illumination of the trunk light shown against her skin.  Steven, of course, was 
there with his camera, and the flashes gave away any hopes of remaining 
inconspicuous.

In that vein, he loudly shut the trunk, all but inviting the world to look their 
way, where she was standing in high heels and, otherwise, all her naked glory.  
There didn’t seem to be anyone around, that she could see through the spots in 
her eyes.  But, she knew, if there were, the cab light became a proverbial 
spotlight as she stepped into the passenger seat.  Steven was there to close the 
door for her, the perfect gentleman.  That is, if he hadn’t taken more pictures 
before closing it.

She was preparing herself for the inevitable trucker flashes as they drove 
towards the interstate, Steven having already told her that he would turn the 
cab light on and snap more pictures.  And this was fine…  She had known full 
well that one, if not more, of his three wishes would involve this.  But the 
good part was that she really didn’t have an apprehension now.  The show in the 
restaurant had put her in the mood, perhaps.  Or maybe the relative safety of 
the car would be easier.  She was getting too analytical.  She was ready to do 
whatever he wanted, and it made her feel good that she was so willing.  

Thus prepared, she was as quickly made uncomfortable again as Steven pulled into 
a Philips 66 gas station, just before the interstate ramp.  She didn’t know that 
they were still in business.   It was an older area of the city, and most of the 
nearby stores were out-of- business.  The station had not been remodeled in some 
time, and it included only two fuelling islands, between which he stopped.  It 
even had an attached service garage which didn’t appear to be used any longer.

“Get out and pump.”

She had a choice, didn’t she?  Call the whole thing off, or… 

“Get out and pump,” he repeated.

And it was what he wanted.  There were no other cars fuelling, at least.  
Somehow the station’s lights seemed brighter as she exited the car.  She had to 
walk around the back to the driver side, where she took the nozzle and began.  
Fortunately, it wasn’t a slow pump.  

There were several honks from people who realized what was going on just after 
passed the entrance to the station and took the ramp, too late to stop and pull 
in, thankfully.  And the pump itself provided some cover between her and the 
street.  So.. all in all, it was kind of safe.   Steven got out to take several 
pictures, and as a result of the camera flashes, several more vehicles honked as 
they passed.  Steven got back in the car, just as the attendant came out.  This 
took her aback.  She was nervous now.  She replaced the pump handle and looked 
at the meter.

“Miss, will that be cash or credit?”

Yeah.  Good question.  “You know what?  I completely forgot my purse.”  Looking 
at his young face, she knew she was guilty of contributing to the delinquency of 
a minor, not that he seemed to mind.  

“You know, I thought the very same thing when you got out of your car, but I 
turned your pump on anyway.”  He took a full minute, it seemed, crisscrossing 
her privates in amazement.  She felt like she should cover herself, but it 
wasn’t really possible.  And her nipples were annoyingly hard.  Where was 
Steven?  Wasn’t he going to give her some cash?  

He finally stepped out, but only with one foot, enough to take a picture of her 
standing naked with this guy literally within arms reach.  She was trying to 
decide between going to Steven’s window or just jump back into the car and let 
him deal with it, when she noticed that the attendant had finally managed to 
look her in the eyes.  

“I usually require customers to pay before pumping at night.  But, Ma’am.  
You’re paid in full.”

Good!  An end to this!  “Thank you very much.”  

She walked rather quickly to the passenger door, but as she opened it and was 
about to hurriedly step in, she heard Steven say, “Wait.  Step out of your 
shoes, then bend over to pick them up.  Give him a show.”  

Hayley looked over her shoulder to see that the attendant was still standing 
there watching, of course…  And another car was entering the station.  Time to 
move!  She stepped out of both shoes, which was easy enough as they basically 
consisted of the heel sole, with a few thin strands to hold them in place.  It 
was a strange thought, but it came nevertheless.  She was nude at a gas station, 
and she felt relief to get out of her shoes because they were hurting her feet!

She did as Steven said, or, as she knew he wanted, bending only at the waist, 
keeping her legs straight, just as Steven had requested her to pose tens of 
times in the privacy of their home.  

She swiftly scooped up her shoes with her left hand, and then between her legs 
with her right index finger, rubbing herself slightly.  It felt good, the 
situation was too forced for any emotion.  Besides, the doors opening from the 
other car made it too uncomfortable.  “Time to go, Steven!”   She climbed in 
quickly, and off they went.

After her pulse settled, she realized that they still had a drive ahead of them.  
An advantage for Steven about eating across town was that it made for a very 
long drive home.  He didn’t drive very fast, and she began to wonder if he had 
chosen the restaurant as an unlikely place to see anyone they knew or whether it 
was solely because of the distance.  After he had pulled aside three truckers 
and a couple SUV’s, during all of which she was told to fondle herself, the 
thought of a terrible ending to the night emerged.  So, she went ahead and 
asked, “You are going to fuck me, aren’t you?  I want you to fuck me.”

Steven just smiled.  Damn him.

If the neighbors hadn’t seen her earlier, perhaps they would hear her as she and 
Steven spent the night on the back deck, lights out, with a foam pad and 
unzipped sleeping bags as bedding.  She was too hot to need cover.  And it 
seemed Steven had perhaps taken another Levitra at dinner.  More foam would have 
been helpful for her knees, but the penetration was deep and she hungered for 
it.  And Levitra should get an award, she decided, because she was able to 
continue satisfying herself long after Steven finished, riding atop him.  He was 
a rock, and it was just what she needed to orgasm twice.  And just after that, 
she was spent.  It was time for a system shutdown.  If he had anything else 
planned, it was too bad.  His rock was his problem.


She awoke with a nudge.  Steven said, “Hey, we should probably go inside before 
Chris and Toni come out.  They usually have coffee on their deck Saturday 
mornings.”

She was not pleased to be awake, but he was right about that!  It was a little 
cool out, and the sky was about to brighten quickly as the sun was just coming 
up.  She gathered a sleeping bag around her and quickly dashed inside.

Steven followed, saying, “Wait, you weren’t that shy last night!”  He embraced 
her in a hug; and the warmth of his body felt good to clear her chill.  “What 
did you think?”

Hayley searched for an answer.  “I don’t know.  I feel… satisfied.  My feet hurt 
a bit.”

“High heels.  Maybe if you wore them more often you would get used to them!  
What do you remember?”

He had no understanding of high heels.  She looked at the couch, where her 
clothes were.  “Well, I remember the tank top.  But, I don’t remember the skirt.  
The skirt!  Where did you find that?  I haven’t seen it in… what, a year and a 
half?”

“Maybe more, actually.  Possibly the night you conceived.”

Hayley laughed.  “Well, it is kind of fun.  Does it still fit?”

Steven looked honestly surprised.  “You don’t remember?”

“No.”

“Anything?”

“No.  There’s a taste of mushrooms.  Maybe some garlic.  Did I have chicken?”

“You’re putting me on…”

“No, but it kind of turns me on.  I can figure out the back deck.  Was your wish 
everything you wanted it be?  You have to tell me about it.”

“I might sometime.  But let’s just say it was the best date I’ve ever had or 
could ever imagine, and it was with the woman I love.”

Perfect!  “What could I possibly hear that could be any better than that?  Come, 
make love to me.”  She took him by the hand and led him to their bedroom, 
adding, “after I brush my teeth.  Mushrooms, garlic, and morning breath.  Bad 
combination.”


Pill Two:

Hayley waited for wish #2.  As it turned out, it was a month later, when one of 
Steven’s coworkers loaned them a mountain cabin for the weekend near Gatlinburg, 
TN, an A-frame that made up for its lack of size with perfect coziness.  They 
had stayed there once before, and she was glad to have the opportunity to go 
again.  The best feature was that although all the mountains seemed littered 
with cabins, this one had privacy, at least in the direction the windows and 
porch faced.  

They arrived Friday night, somewhat tired.   They both had had a hectic day.  
After unloading their luggage and food, they went out onto the porch only 
briefly before going to bed, where they snuggled and quickly fell asleep.  The 
fresh mountain air was welcome.  

As they were getting dressed to go to breakfast, Steven surprised her by asking 
her to take the pill.  She would have guessed that he would have waited until 
late afternoon or evening, but…   Again, he chose her outfit for the day, which 
included a stretch mini, not as short as the other, coming to mid-thigh.  
Another vintage skirt pulled for the drawer.  But, of course, she had kept them 
intentionally, as motivation to be able to wear them again post-Sam.  And he 
gave her the same tank top.  He had rounded it out with a g-string and a 
strapless bra.  And her white sneakers.  It was already autumn, and the 
temperatures in the mountains were probably 10 degrees cooler than at home.  
But, the forecast was for an unseasonably warm day, which was no help early as 
the morning chill hardened her nipples.  She definitely wasn’t turned on.  It 
was too early.

As they walked down the main street of Gatlinburg, she knew she was quite a 
vision, but Gatlinburg seemed to attract skimpily clad people.  And that wasn’t 
a good thing for the vast majority of them.  She and Steven had agreed upon that 
during their last visit, so it wasn’t a sexist thing.  Bikini tops shouldn’t be 
worn when they rest on folds of flab.  Tattoos were making a comeback, she saw.

But aside from a few shakes of the head from the senior citizen crowd, she 
didn’t feel too conspicuous. This wasn’t true, as much as she would have liked 
to believe it.  She did feel conspicuous.  Tight clothes and a good figure 
could, and should, do that.

They made their way to the Original Pancake House for breakfast, along with all 
the other vacationers, it seemed.  It took a half hour just to be seated, but 
the wait was worth it.  The strawberry pancakes were good, and the fruit was 
fresh.  

She and Steven enjoyed general conversation, at least.  She liked chatting with 
him.  In fact, it was one of the main things she liked about him.  It was quite 
the opposite from the last time she had taken a pill, when he was very direct.  
Not knowing his intentions, however, proved annoying as well.  So…   

“Obviously when you told me to bring the pill, I knew I would take it.  But I 
expected it maybe later tonight.”  Would he comment?    

“Well, I thought about that.  But I want you to remember some of this trip, and 
besides, why should I have to wait?”  

“No reason at all.  Okay then, what’s up for wish #2?”

“Well, I’m not going to tell you all at once.  Do you feel the effects of the 
pill?”

“Not that I can tell.  I don’t remember one from last time, either.  I guess 
you’ll have to try me.”

“Okay, go to the restroom.”  He lowered his voice as the tables were close.  
“I’ll meet you at the entrance.  Bring me the string.”  

She understood, and she needed to go to the restroom anyway.  “Is this the way 
it works?  I just obey whatever you say?”

Steven smiled.  “Yes, perfectly.  You might pause for a few seconds, then off 
you go.  Now, off you go.”

The net result was that she felt only very slightly more ventilated down there.  
She wasn’t turned on, but it was a fun thought to wonder “if they knew,” all 
those people that glanced her way as they walked up the street.  If they looked, 
they wouldn’t see panty lines…  Of course, they wouldn’t before, either.

Steven turned to a side street and entered a shoe store.  Hayley knew that this 
wasn’t an accident; Steven had planned it.  She should have guessed it, 
actually.  No underwear, short skirt.  A shoe store, of course!  She had 
forgotten about this one.  Steven had told her long ago that this was the first 
“Penthouse Letters” story he had read, about a woman flashing a shoe salesman.  
At least she knew what was ahead.

The store had a variety of shoes, for men and women.  Most of the shoes appeared 
hiking related, although they had a variety of sandals and sneakers as well.

“Good morning!  May I help you?”  The salesman behind the counter looked 
surprised that anyone would be there that soon after opening.  He didn’t set his 
paper down.

“We’re just looking for now,” said Steven.  

“Okay, my name is Keith.  Just let me know if you need me.”

“Okay, thanks.  We probably will in a bit.  Hayley, pick out a pair you like.”

“Does it matter what type?”

“No, not really.  But you might look at a hiking boot or something comfortable 
to walk in.”

She looked over the wall displays and found a Timberland model which seemed 
pretty nice.  The salesman came over to help.  “Do you have this in size 8?”

He went behind the curtain to the stockroom.  “Steven, do you think he’s the 
only black person in all of Gatlinburg?”

Steven hastily made a “shssssh!” gesture with his finger over his mouth, just as 
Keith, she remembered his name, returned with a box.

“Have a seat while I lace these up.”

Steven’s eyes sparkled, and he was grinning.  So she sat, knowing that only 
Keith was left to figure this out.  She slipped off her right sneaker as he 
finished lacing the boot, kneeling to put it on her foot.

He was clearly at a loss of words.  She guessed this wasn’t in the sales 
training manual, but it was probably something they would talk about at the 
coffee pot for weeks to come, if they had one.  The mini had slid up an inch or 
more on her thigh when she sat, and that, really, was all it took, she imagined.

Keith managed to fit the boot and tie it without looking at his work, which was 
commendable.  His concentration was clearly on her.  She had thought he might be 
shy, stealing glances, but this one was confident.  No fumbling at all.

“Well, why don’t you walk around a bit and see how that fits.”

She did so, finding it a bit tight, pressing against her toes, and she let Keith 
know.  

“I think there’s another shoe that might interest you, if hiking is your 
interest.”

He returned shortly with a box with “Keen” on the label.  She had never heard of 
it.

He opened it up to reveal a webbed sandal with a rubber toe at the front.  “I 
thought you might like this.  They’re selling like hot cakes.  People hike in 
them and they’re great in the water.  The toe structure makes it less likely 
you’ll trip, as some people do with the regular open sandals.  Obviously, 
there’s good ventilation…something I think that might be a personal preference.”  
He winked at her.  “Let me try this on your other foot.”  

Maybe he did have a training class on this, after all.    She sat down in the 
seat again.  Keith was enjoying the view, as was Steven, who was behind Keith at 
the opposite wall.  She knew Keith could now see her cunt without having to look 
up her skirt into shadowed areas.  After all, that’s what happens when you sit 
at the back of a seat and slide forward a bit…

“Allow me,” he said.

She stretched out her left foot to him, and he supported her leg by holding her 
calf…with his long, dark fingers…  She was getting moist.  She imagined he was 
watching the dew form on her lips, as she knew it must be, as he watched her 
intently.  With his other hand, he slowly untied her sneaker and removed her 
shoe from her foot.  Again, he hadn’t had to watch what he was doing.    

He managed to draw his hand down her calf as he began to reach for the sandal 
with his other hand.  Goose bumps.  Then she watched his long dark fingers work 
about her foot as he slipped the sandal on her.  It was a visual contrast 
that…made her horny.  He tightened the sandal by pulling a string behind her 
heel.  It felt wonderful.  “Try that out.”  She noticed Steven had moved even 
closer, his pocket digital camera silently recording over Keith’s shoulder.  
Keith did what she thought to be an amazing thing.  He set her foot on the 
floor, first by bending her knee and spreading her leg.  In doing so, she could 
swear he did it in a way that made her lips part.  Damn!

She walked around the store briefly, her mind already made up.  The rugged, 
sweaty, uncomfortable boot?  Or the comfortable sandal?

Or, more importantly… look longer and drive herself nuts? …or buy the shoes and 
go have sex!

“I’ll take the sandals.  They’re great.”  She sat down again, over-doing it even 
more, surprised at that point that even she couldn’t see her privates.  “I’d 
like to wear them, would you help?”

“Certainly, just let me take this boot off.”  He began slowly untying her boot.  
“Please pardon me if I seem rude, but I’ve got to say ma’am, that something as 
pretty as that shouldn’t be kept in hiding.”

She winked at Steven, noting the pole in his pants.  “Is it hiding?”  She slid 
just a bit more, exposing herself fully, trimmed triangle and all.

“Oh yes.  That’s nice, real nice.”  She could see Keith had a larger pole in his 
pants than Steven.  To give him credit, he had finished putting on her sandal 
and had tightened it very comfortably.  “Thank you, but what I mean is, they’re 
so pretty when they’re spread ever so slightly, like a flower opening up.”

This man would some day be a poet!  She reached down, looking at Steven, “like 
this?”  She spread her labia slightly with two fingers, revealing, gradually, 
her opening.  

“That’s it exactly.  Can I have a taste?”

She looked at Steven.  He wiggled his middle finger in a wicked curve, as if it 
was inside her, teasing her.  “Sure, but only once and using your finger.”  She 
could tell he had planned on licking her, by the slight disappointment on his 
face.  

“Sir, would you lock the door and flip the sign?”  

He was sensible, too.  She wondered if cock size were related to finger size, 
because his fingers were long.  He slid the middle one up and down over her 
opening several times.  She was going to cum if this went on!  He had hardly 
touched her, and she was dying to finish.  She didn’t even bother looking at 
Steven…she had to express her need.  “I think you’ll find the tastiest 
bit…inside.”

He grinned and inserted his finger slowly, curving it upwards towards her G-
spot.  
She was breathing hard now.  “That’s it.  It’s right around there, somewhere.”  

“I think I just keep missing it.  Maybe…there.”

He felt wonderful inside her.  “No, I don’t think so.  Keep searching.”

After several minutes, she felt she was going to explode.  “Maybe there.   Now 
taste me.”  He withdrew and sucked on his finger.  

“Oh, man…  Oh, man…  That’s good.  Please, how about one more taste?”

“Keith, I think you know how to use that finger.   Would you make me cum?”

He grinned and actually looked her in the eyes.  “I was hoping!”   

He inserted his finger fully, withdrew, and then inserted a second as he started 
thrusting into her, rubbing her special place.  He reached up with his second 
hand to grasp her breast, squeezing it towards her nipple gently.

The feeling…the experience… was so delicious that she had to fight her orgasm.  
But Keith was a fierce competitor.  It was, fortunately and unfortunately, only 
several minutes before she came, orgasming loudly.   Keith licked his fingers 
and started to undo his belt, when Steven stopped him.  “No, that’s as far as it 
goes.  Sorry.”

Keith answered, “Well, don’t blame me for trying.  It’s hard to be so close to 
that and not finish the job.”

Hayley excused herself and made her way to the employee bathroom in the rear. 
She could overhear Steven at the register, but she couldn’t make out what they 
were talking about.  She didn’t really need to know.  That had been a first for 
her, and it was…fun, though there was still the mystery of what was in Keith’s 
pants.  She had no doubt he would be taking care of his own problem as soon as 
they left.



They drove about 45 minutes to a parking area near Cade’s Cove.  A trail led up 
the mountain, and there were several other cars parked nearby.

“Hiking?”

“Yes, and I have a belt with a water bottle on it for you, and a couple of trail 
bars.”  Thus equipped, they headed up the trail.  It was surprisingly busy.  
There were markers indicating the distance to the peak, about 1 mile, a popular 
distance for vacationers, but not serious hikers, such as them.  They caught up 
to another couple and decided to rest, rather than passing them by.  After they 
had climbed from sight, Steven said, “Actually, let’s go this way.”  There were 
two boards crossing a side path, with a “trail closed” sign.  “But first, let me 
get your picture next to that sign.”  Easily done.

“Do you know where this goes?”

“Yes, Mark told me about it when he gave me the keys to the cabin.  This used to 
be the main trail, but there was a rock slide higher up on the new path, and the 
Park Service supported it, as it made for a shorter and easier walk to a 
different bluff near the peak, with a better view.  They don’t maintain this 
trail.  It’s apparently been abandoned for about five years.  It’s a little 
longer and there’s a more limited view at the bluff.  He said the trail should 
be easily recognizable this time of year before all the growth comes in, 
although there may be a few trees fallen across it.”

They had walked about 10 minutes when Steven asked, “What would you say if I 
asked you to remove your top?”

“You’re crazy.”

“Perhaps.  Good thing you’re on the pill!”

She laughed.

“Okay then, take it off.”  

She considered refusing, even as her hands removed her shirt.  Steven reached to 
take it from her, and she gave it to him.

“Your bra, too.”  

Of course.  She gave him that as well.  “It’s a good thing the bugs aren’t out 
yet.”

“Yep.  You’re right about that.  Let’s go on up.  I’ll ask you to pose at 
different places.”

They had walked perhaps a half hour, and there had been no hint of other people.  
The reality is that they were just hiking, in an area where it was unlikely 
someone would come along.  She tried to focus on that, but her nakedness 
couldn’t be ignored.

As they climbed, the temperature dropped, and she got goose bumps on her skin 
and her nipples hardened.  “Steven, you want a picture of this?”

He was very excited, taking pictures from a number of angles before closing in 
for some macro shots of her breasts.  She was glad he was excited, but she was 
getting horny, too.   “How much farther?”

“I’m not sure, probably another half hour.  You’re not getting blisters from the 
new shoes are you?”

“No, they’re great.  Thank you.”

“Hayley, what would you say if I asked you to remove your skirt?”  She had been 
dwelling on this thought, knowing he would ask it at some point.

She took it off, folded it once and handed it to him to put in his pack.  She 
was now naked except for her shoes and her water belt.  She was sure it was an 
odd picture, pictures, she corrected herself…  Naked in the mountains with only 
sandals and a water bottle.  The basics of survival gear?  She started on up the 
mountain.  She was ready to reach the peak, in more ways than one.

Steven had quietly followed behind her, admiring her, she felt certain.  
“Hayley, tell me.  Is your mind saying ‘no’ and your body saying ‘yes?’”

“Steven, all I’ve been thinking about is ripping your shorts off and sucking 
your cock.”  Not quite true, but it would lead to the end she wanted.

“Oh, okay.  You don’t feel awkward walking around naked?”

“You better fuck me when we get to the top.”

“Damn.  Only one pill left.”

She laughed, and, turning, she could see he was amazed.

When they finally arrived, she was a contradiction, cold on the outside; hot as 
hell on the inside.  The bluff was protected by an overhang, and another 
mountain cut into the view of the valley below.  Some of the trees had grown 
from below the bluff, further reducing the visibility.  She saw that there were 
signs of others having been there recently.  Maybe it was not as forgotten as it 
had seemed.

“What would you like me to do?”

“First, I want to take pictures, and then I’ll have a question.”

He took several photos of her, but in what were becoming standard poses.   

“Hayley, tell me, now that you’ve been here a bit, what situation can you 
imagine that would turn you on the most if it happened right here?”

“Situation?  Like a fantasy?”

“Yes, exactly.”

She looked around.  She thought about it a bit.  A memory surfaced from her 
conversation with Carolyn.  She pressed against the railing, which was up to her 
torso, high enough to prevent accidental falls.  It seemed stable enough.  

She pointed to the path.  “Imagine that you’re climbing up the trail.  You see a 
nude woman at this railing.  She’s bent over, so her breasts dangle, her nipples 
hard, like this.”  She spread her arms on the top of the railing, and backed her 
feet up a bit.  

“Her hips are raised, her legs are spread.  It’s like a dream come true for you.  
You approach her, quietly, from the rear.  You’re almost certain that she hears 
you, but strangely, she doesn’t turn her head, which is resting on the railing. 
She doesn’t even make a sound.”  She altered her position slightly, mimicking 
her story.

“You can’t see her face, because her hair is hiding her.  You introduce yourself 
by running your fingers over her cunt, then you rub her nipples with the back of 
your hand.  You hear her moan.  It’s only then that you realize that her hands 
are tied to the railing.  What brought her to this place?  She hasn’t once 
called for help.  You have a choice.  Do you rescue her from her captivity?  Or 
do you enjoy her as she is?”

“Go on!”

“That’s the end of my story.  You write the ending.”

A soft rope appeared as if from nowhere.  Her hands were fastened.  Her 
breathing quickened as she realized this was really happening.

“How?”

“How did I know to bring rope?  It’s my wish, after all.  I had no idea that you 
would suggest it.”

“It’s too bad I couldn’t tie myself up for you, then you’d really be surprised.”

“This will do, trust me.  I’m going to take pictures now.  Then I’m going to go 
down the trail a little ways.  I’ll be back…sometime.”

Hayley heard the clicking of the camera, then the sound of a zipping bag.  She 
was blindfolded.   That wasn’t part of what she said!  Then she felt him place, 
was it her shirt?  He placed it under her face, softening the hard edge of the 
wooden fence rail.  Then she heard nothing but the sounds of nature.  A cool 
breeze rustled through the leafless trees, and she was acutely aware of creaking 
of their trunks behind her, and some below.  There was a bird somewhere far 
below.  She was colder now, too.  Her juices were flowing between her thighs, 
and the cool wind gave an icy feel to her skin where the moisture touched her 
lips.  What if Steven fell and hurt himself badly?  Then what would she do?  
What if someone else…?  Well, that was the perhaps her main anxiety, but also 
the turn on as well.  Oh, what was the point, her juices flowed.  She needed a 
cock.

Time passed.  He was taking too long.  Her desire for a cock was being 
challenged by the cold and a stiffness in her muscles.  She hoped he would come 
soon.  Her thoughts drifted into a group of college kids, just guys, climbing 
the path to her.  That warmed her a bit, as she convinced herself that she 
didn’t need “a cock,” she needed “cock.”  Lots of it.  Maybe that conversation 
Steven had with Keith had been about him following them here!   Probably not.  
Her thoughts turned to that night in college… a cock…here… and another… here…and 
another…

She was startled by the touch.  Steven’s hand didn’t just rub at her cunt, it 
slid right in the crease, to maximum effect, gliding on her lubrication.  She 
whimpered.  He stayed with that a while, before toying with her nipples.  His 
hands traced her arms down to the ropes, to the knots.  He didn’t untie her.  
But then, she didn’t expect him to.  Her confidence that it was truly Steven, 
and not some stranger, was surprising.

She felt a hand on her waist.  She could feel the back of his other hand briefly 
against her leg, guiding his shaft to her cunt.  Contact.  Partial penetration.  
She spread easily, sensing the warmth and hardness of his shaft.  But he 
stopped, his head not fully in.  It needed to be in.  She felt his other hand on 
her waist.  She pushed back to receive him, only to find that he backed with 
her, teasing her with his cock.  She adjusted her feet slightly, but her range 
of motion was limited.  She wiggled against him best she could, just as he 
plunged deeply into her with a single thrust, holding it, filling her.  She 
wasn’t cold now.  It felt good to have him inside; it felt good to be 
touched…there…finally.

He backed up, just to the edge, then plunged again.   He reached around with one 
hand, squeezing her nipple tightly, then pulling down on it, stretching it.  All 
systems were connected.  She moaned in release, then became frustrated.  He held 
still within her, and she wanted thrusts.  She wiggled again, but he moved with 
her, preventing any pleasure.

After what was probably only several seconds of this aggravation that seemed to 
stretch interminably, Steven finally spoke up.  “You look all tied up.  I 
thought about your story.  But you’re going to finish it.  Do you want me to 
untie you? Or…”

“Fuck me!”

“It’s a story that deserves to be heard.  The people in the valley couldn’t hear 
you.  I know you mean it, but mean it a little louder.”

“Fuck MEEEEEEEE!”   She hadn’t needed to scream since she didn’t know when, and 
it surprised her that she could scream so loudly.

It became an odd sense of timing.  Steven would thrust into her, and she would 
hear “MEEEEEEEE!  echo in the mountains as a response.  The people in valley 
might be able to hear after all, but she didn’t care.  She met each thrust as 
hard as she could muster, and soon she climaxed, coming in gasps.  Steven kept 
pounding away at her, his shaft hard, amazingly hard.   His rhythm picked up 
even faster, and she could feel his balls swing amazingly fast, back and forth, 
slapping against her thighs and cunt.  She continued to groan, and pant… it felt 
so good!  Then she felt that familiar sense of emerging heat within her as he 
finished.  

After he regained his breath, he released her left wrist.  “Okay, now, stay in 
that position, but like you did for Keith at the store.  Show me your stuff.”

“You want to see me all wet?”

“Yes, every bit of you.”

She spread her legs again and arched her back, then used her two fingers to 
spread her cunt lips.  “Is that good?  Can you see how wet I am?  Are you taking 
pictures?”

“Yes, perfect!”

“Try this, then.”  It was difficult with one hand still tied, but she raised her 
left leg to the top of the railing.  “Can you see me even better now?  

“Every bit.  I’m just watching the cum drip from your pussy.”

I wish you could tie my leg to the rail and fuck me again, but I might fall.” 

“Well I can handle the second part again.”  He freed her right hand.

“Can I see too?”

“Yes.”  He removed her blindfold.  “But stay in this position.”

And he resumed fucking her, recovering amazingly quickly, if he had lost his 
size at all.  He fucked her for what seemed like forever, but it was nice that 
she could thrust to meet him now.  He came again, this type spraying her hips 
with his cum, and again taking pictures before letting her move from the 
railing.

As they walked back, she felt particularly naked.  It was strange to remain 
naked when the habit was to put on a robe or get under the sheets after sex.  
Doubly so, being outside.  She could feel his dried cum on her hip as it stuck 
in a peculiar way, but she didn’t care.

“Tell me, Hayley, why haven’t I seen this side of you before?”

“Dunno.  Open your eyes I guess.  That’s my back,” she whirled around, “and this 
is my front.  Now you’ve seen all of me.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t know.  I’m in the mood, that’s for sure.  But it’s a different kind of 
mood.”

“Did you like being tied up?  I was surprised you suggested it.”

“I liked it there.  It was better than at home.”

“Why?”

She had thought this out already.  “There, it was like I was offering a present.  
Captive.  Take me.  That turns me on.  At home, it’s kind of like I’m all 
packaged up.  You have to tie me up, then I can’t move or do anything.  It’s 
nice receiving all the attention, but there’s no context.  Up there was 
different.”

“That’s good to know.  I’ll keep it in mind.  Here, you better put these on.”  
He handed her her clothes, taking pictures as she dressed, which took only a 
minute.

She napped in the car on the way back to the cabin, then relaxed in the tub as 
she worked the kinks from her muscles.  Then, she found her way to the bed for a 
more satisfying late afternoon nap.  

“Wake up sleepyhead!”  Steven presented a steak, broccoli, and wild rice to her 
in bed, with a side salad even.

“Wow!  This is wonderful!  Thank you!”  She cut a piece of steak, tasting it and 
finding that her appetite was raging.  She thought of the times Steven had 
brought breakfast in bed to her.  “What did I do to deserve this?”

“Everything and more.  What do you remember?”

“I remember the pancakes.  And I remember taking off the g-string.  And then 
there’s steak.  I’m starved!  Oh, and my legs and arms are a bit stiff.”

“Sorry to hear that, I’ll rub them in a bit.  I don’t want you to have a medical 
excuse not to make love to me on the porch tonight.”

“No excuses coming, dear.  It’s private here.  Perfect.  I’ll even let you take 
a few pictures if you brought your camera.”



Pill Three:

Over a month passed.  Their sex life had been great, and the love talk had been 
exciting in bed.   
 
Hayley’s head was nestled on Steven’s chest, rising slightly with each of his 
breaths.  She could hear the rhythm of his heart slowly return to normal.  
“Steven, last night, it was hard sex.  Play.  Tonight was making love.  
Intimate.  Which was your favorite?”

Steven thought about it.  “I can’t say one or the other.  I like both.  Last 
night, we relived your college fuck with those three guys.  That’s not intimate.  
When I’m fucking you, I’m thinking… ‘I can’t believe my own wife actually did 
that.  And she’s telling me about it.  And she enjoyed it so much.’  It makes me 
feel very lucky to have you, but I just want to stroke you as hard and as fast 
as I can.  I like hearing you pant and cry out.”

“And tonight?”

“Tonight was all about sensitive touch, appreciating you for the person you are, 
watching the emotions on your face with each slow stroke, loving you.”

“You don’t think that it’s a function of the position?”

“What do you mean?” asked Steven.

“Well, the missionary position involves kissing and seeing each other close face 
to face.  It’s usually very intimate.”  Hayley smiled at him.

“And the others?”

“Oh, well, when I’m on top, that’s more about teasing.  It can lead to other 
things.  But I feel you so deep inside, and it’s fun lowering my breasts to your 
face, or letting you fondle them.”

“Right, playful.”

“Exactly.  From behind…That’s different.  You can move more easily, so you 
thrust harder, and I can bend to meet you at whatever angle I want.  But there’s 
an anonymity to it.  With my face buried in the pillow, you could be anybody.”

“So, you’re imagining other guys?”

“No, don’t be silly.”

“I’m not so sure.  How about when you play with your vibrator?  You usually end 
up in that same position, or at least lying flat on your stomach.  Who are you 
thinking about?  Those guys from college?”

“Well, that’s different.  But, yeah, sometimes.  I can barely remember their 
faces, but when I’m playing, I’m not even thinking about their faces anyway.”

“I can tell!  But what, exactly, do you think about?”

“Just the way it makes me feel…mentally…emotionally… combined with the vibrator.  
It works.”

“Anyone else then?  Or is that the only memory?”

“Memory, yes.  But there’s still the fantasies.  Movie stars.  Musicians, 
sometimes Sting.  He’s sexy.  Athletes maybe.  But usually it’s some odd event 
during the day, seeing someone who looks a certain way.”

“Like who? Anyone recently?”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s a good looking guy at the store who never looks my 
way, or maybe sometimes he does.  Maybe it’s at a pool and someone has a hard-on 
in their swim trunks.”

“Usually at pools, the water has the opposite effect, so there has to be… so, 
wait, what made them hard?  Is that what you think about?  Hey, the only pool 
you’ve been to lately was at my boss’s house.  Who was it?”

“I don’t have to wonder what makes them hard.  It’s usually pretty easy to 
figure out.  It just makes me wonder how big he is…it’s not fair guys get to 
wear such baggy swimsuits.  And you don’t need me to answer that last, silly.”

“Sure I…Tim!  He had a …  And you fantasized about him?”

“Well, I wondered about his size, sure.   But it’s my fault he…had his problem.”  
Hayley knew the question was coming.

“And why’s that?”

“Because, dear, I dove into the pool, and one of my straps came off my shoulder, 
and he saw a good bit of my boob when I came up.  I acted as if I didn’t notice 
that he saw anything, but he was adjusting himself the rest of the afternoon.  
He needs a girlfriend, I think.”

“So that’s why he asks about you all the time!  He can’t get a dirty thought out 
of his head!”  She could see the wheels turning in his head.  “And neither, 
apparently, can you!  Why is that?”

“I didn’t mean to make you jealous…”

“I’m not jealous!  Now answer the question.”

“He was just… you know.”

“Hayley…”

“Big, okay?  He looked like he was big.  Forgive a girl from noticing.”



Their relationship was a bit off the next week, partly due to Steven putting in 
long hours at work.  So it was somewhat of a surprise when Steven called on 
Friday at 4:30, telling her to take her pill at 5:30 and that her parents were 
going to stop by for their daughter.    

She had expected Steven to arrive about that time, but instead, it was 6:30 when 
he called.  

“Did you take your pill?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, is it working yet?”

“I don’t feel different, really.  You tell me.  How should I know?”

“Okay, good point.  This is what I want you to do.”

And she was off to the toy box, that stash of adult toys they pulled out from 
time to time.  There really weren’t that many toys, however, all things 
considered.  She had to hurry though, as Steven had told her to be prepared in 
no more than 45 minutes, which she knew was about the time of his commute from 
the office.  

She grabbed what she needed, and hurried to the dining room.  She moved the 
chairs away from the table and placed them along the wall.  Then she went to the 
linen closet and found some blankets, which she placed on the table for padding.  
She found a cheap table cloth and put it by the table, in case he was thinking 
of fun with food.  That kind of made sense, with the dining table being 
involved.  But he hadn’t said anything about it.

Then she went to the computer, inserted some card stock into the printer, and 
typed quickly.  This was going to have to be fast.  He had said to write 
instructions for all the toys and to be as graphic as possible.  He didn’t say, 
how exactly, but she printed them all so that she could fold the cards in half, 
making table tents.  He also had mentioned that her erogenous zones were to be 
considered toys also, and she had no problem writing instructions for those 
either, as short or as blunt as they may be.  She wished she had more time.  

She arranged everything on the table…  Vibrators, love paint, handcuffs, digital 
camera, Polaroid camera, ice bucket with ice and tongs… She shuddered at that.  
Blindfold, ear muffs…if he only knew…, a feather, and bondage straps.  Then she 
placed the tent cards, rather like seating placement cards around the table, 
just behind each toy.  Why not?

She did a quick wardrobe change, letting her hair loose, putting on her thigh 
high stockings…black she decided.  And the corset.  She chose the simple one, as 
she would have needed help with the other to tighten it.  This one covered her 
midriff only, a bit tightly, which was expected.  It provided an underwire shelf 
for her breasts and ended abruptly at her hips.  It had taken a fair amount of 
shopping to find one that fit just right, she remembered, but this one cupped 
her breasts just right, and, as importantly, without discomfort.  Shoes weren’t 
going to be practical to wear, so she placed those on the table also, and ran to 
the computer to make another sign for those, as she hadn’t considered that 
before.  

Looking at what was before her, it was a good thing that both leaves were in the 
table, or it would not have all fit.  And then for the tricky part…



It was only five minutes later when she knew that Steven was home.  He would 
have been surprised that she knew that, but the ear muffs were her little 
secret.   Several years before, he had wanted her to get a blindfold and ear 
plugs.  The blindfold had been no problem, as she could sew.  For the ear plugs, 
well…she didn’t like inserts, and the muffs at the department store had been 
very uncomfortable.  So she had gone to a safety supply store for industrial 
customers.  

The salesman had asked her what she wanted, and she said she wanted the muffs 
because the plugs hurt her ears.  He had brought out several versions, all 
relatively inexpensive, though she had no idea what he meant by noise reduction 
ratings.  She tried them each on, all somewhat uncomfortable, and all making her 
feel like she was trapped inside a seashell, which she told him.    

“Well, then we have this…”  Figuring he was just upgrading the item to a more 
expensive item, it turned out much better than she had expected.  The muffs she 
had bought, were, indeed, more expensive, but for good cause.  They were battery 
operated, and they muted both the low rumbling and high piercing sounds found in 
an industrial environment.  But in that type of environment, he said, it let you 
hear the noise range in which people spoke acceptably well.  The practical 
result was that even though she truly was wearing hearing protection, she could 
clearly hear Steven talk to himself, talk to her boobs, grunt or whatever other 
noise he might make.  It was kind of fun, and he didn’t really need to know.

So, although she had blindfolded herself and was wearing the muffs, she could 
hear the garage door open with certainty, which meant he was home.

She didn’t hear anything else, though, until she heard what she thought was the 
Polaroid camera, and then she felt the vibration in the table of it being set 
down, perhaps abruptly, the padding muting the effect, she believed. 


“Glad I checked the dog… his dish was out of water.”  Umm, okay.  Why was Steven 
in the kitchen?

“Oh….  No.”  That was Steven again, at the doorway to the dining room she 
thought!  Yeah, like he was surprised.  She kept her face straight.

“You said for me to go on in.  So I went in and…there she was.”  It was Tim’s 
voice!

“I don’t get it.  She knew I had invited you to supper, and there’s not even 
anything  cooking.  She must have marked the wrong day on the calendar.”

Yeah right!  Steven had told her specifically to write Tim on the calendar for 
the following Friday!  This meant the instructions that she had so descriptively 
typed out were for Tim.   Tim was being played… and so was she!  And play was 
coming, she knew…of a different variety.  She never expected this of Steven, but 
maybe she had hoped a little.  More than a little.  Why else return to her 
college fling so regularly?  She was getting ahead of herself… she had to play 
this cool.  She was in the dark, after all.  For now, at least.  

“Aww, man…  Your wife is awesome!  Does she do this all the time?”

Her heart was racing already.  She hoped her skin wasn’t flushing!  Staying cool 
was going to be very hard.  

“Eh, no.  Sometimes, though nothing like this.  Usually it’s what she calls the 
Gumby Game.  I find a Gumby in the garage.   You know what a Gumby is – the 
little stick guy you can bend and shape?  She leaves it on the doormat, and it 
just means that she’s ready to pose.  I usually find her inside, naked with 
the…blindfold, ear muffs, and a camera nearby.   I…uhhh…I wonder if there was a 
Gumby I didn’t see.”  Steven paused, apparently gathering his thoughts.

Gumby Game?  He’s playing you Tim!  I’ve never heard of it!

“Umm.”  Steven’s voice tailed off.  What was he thinking?  Regrets?  Plan of 
attack?  She was getting caught up in this.  He was acting at this point she was 
almost certain, just as she was, unbeknownst to them both.

“Look, Tim, I…”  Steven was interrupted.  

“I’m looking; I’m looking!  I can’t help it.  I’m about to have a heart attack.”

“No, look...  Uh, wrong word.  You can’t mention this at the office, okay?  
Promise?”

“Sure, no one would believe me anyway.”

“How did she tie herself to the table legs like that?  She’s amazing.”

“Look, I really think you should go.”

“I’m still looking!  And tell me you’re kidding.  She’s incredible!  Can I at 
least read the little signs?  I can’t get over this.  I didn’t know women did 
this kind of thing.  This is like, out of some great porno movie that no one has 
been creative enough to make!”

Hayley smiled inwardly to herself.  She may be bound, but she felt like a spider 
watching her prey moving closer to the web, even though she couldn’t see a 
thing.  She was turned on anyway, but the thought of Tim seeing her practially 
nude… well, the corset didn’t actually cover anything.  It was more than just 
being nude, or even naked…  Her sex was exposed to him, her legs spread apart 
and tied in place.  This was delicious!  A man that she knew, besides her 
husband or a doctor, was staring at her…exposed!  She liked that word.  She 
needed to be touched.  The possum act was wearing thin.  

“Which sign is that?”  Good boy, Steven!  Encourage to stay, not to leave!

“All of them!  But like the handcuffs!   ‘Use these to fasten my hands behind my 
back.  Don’t let me loose after you spurt in my mouth.  Make me swallow your 
spunk and lick you clean without using my hands.’  See, it’s that porno thing 
again!  Do real women do this stuff?”

“And this.  ‘I didn’t even know they still made Polaroids.  Take as many as you 
want, and keep them in your drawer at work.  Imagine how horny I’ll be if 
someone stumbles across them.’  I just…  I mean… does that turn her on?”

Not so much, Hayley thought.  But it turns Steven on, and that was enough.

“Yes, it does.  The possibility of being discovered, anyway, though she makes me 
swear to keep them in a locked drawer.”

“She even has a note for her shoes.  ‘Not only do they make my legs look great, 
they make it easier for you to fuck me from behind.  You will, won’t you?’  
She’s like the centerfold for Penthouse and the letters all rolled up in one!  
Does she know we’re here?”

“I’m not sure.  She hasn’t moved.  And she would only be expecting me, anyway.”

“Wow.  This one says, ‘Here’s my mouth. It looks even better with your cock in 
it.  Just fill me up.’”

Tim continued excitedly.  “Tickle me.  I’m bound to love it.”  “Color me in or 
write on me.  Tell me what a good fuck I am.”  “You know how to use these.  But 
do you watch?  Look closely as you push these in and watch my cunt clamp the 
shaft.”  “Save all the cold for my nipples and cunt.  Use the tongs!”   “And 
what’s this card by her head?...”  

Hayley wondered, did she know this was going to happen?  Or was it just luck?”

“Keep these on as long as you like.  I know it’s you, but I’ll be pretending you 
invited a bunch of work buddies to play poker.  They’re going to play all right, 
but not with cards!”

“Man, I’m going to cum in my pants!  You’ve got to be the luckiest man alive.  I 
know this is unexpected, and friendship only goes so far, but… can I touch her?”

Yes, of course you can, Tim.  Steven’s only trying to think of a sly way to say 
that, okay?

“I mean, as long as it’s only one of us touching her, she’ll never know.  
Right?”

Right!  Even though you’re wrong.  Steven?

“Of all the nights for her to pull this…  But yeah, you’re right.  And I’m 
turned on myself.”

“How could you not be?  Oh!  You mean me touching her.  I won’t tell anyone.  I 
promise!”

“Well, she won’t know.  And hopefully she’ll never find the pictures I’m going 
to take.”

“So I can?”

“Yes, but, take it slow.  If you jump right to the good stuff she’ll know it’s 
not me.”

Hayley didn’t know what he would choose.  She was surprised, and mildly 
disappointed, when she felt the chill of an ice cube touch her nipples.  
Although bound, blindfolded and deaf… Not!... she could still speak.

“Good, you’re here at last.  I’ve been waiting to taste your cock.  We haven’t 
had sex in days, so you should have lots of cum for me.”

She felt the ice at her cunt.  “Oh yeah, and I want to feel you down there, too.  
I’m so hot for you.  I hope you took one of those pills to keep you hard for 
hours… That way I won’t know if it’s you or a bunch of you fucking me.  And 
besides, I took my special pill.  I won’t remember any of this anyway.”

She heard Steven.  “Crud, I need to get that.  I’ll bring one for you too, if 
you like.   Be right back.”

“Wait, what did she mean about a special pill?”

“It’s something she picked up at a pharmaceutical convention.  It makes her 
horny, and also very forgetful.  Let me go get the Levitra.”

Hayley waited a few seconds for Steven to depart.  Time to have fun.

“Let’s see, who would you have brought with you?  Your boss, definitely.  He 
doesn’t look like much, but this should be worth a promotion, right?  Your co-
worker.  Alex, isn’t it?  I doubt his wife would let him out on a Friday night 
though.  Oh, of course, that stud you hired a year ago.  I wonder if he knows I 
flashed him on purpose just to tease him.  He was staring at my chest, and he’s 
so cute I thought I’d tease him just a bit.  Did I tell you I did that at the 
pool party?  He’s got something packed away in those shorts, I know.  So you 
better take your pill, Steven.  You’ve got a tall order to fill.  And I think 
fat and long as well.  Now let me feel your breath on my cunt.”

She felt a soft blowing.  “My cunt has been running all day long planning this.  
You can do whatever you like to me, but I would like to feel your tongue on me.  
Taste me.”

Tim did.  Several rapid licks.  He was probably hurrying before Steven returned.  
Not satisfying at all!

“Okay, I got two.”  Steven was back.  “With some water.  You want one?”

“I’ve never taken one.  I may have seen an ad.  What does it do?”

“For you, maybe nothing.  For me, it keeps me hard for hours.”

“Looking at her, I can’t imagine needing it.  But I’ll take it if it’s okay with 
you, just to be sure.”

“That’s why I brought it.”

“I don’t want to cross whatever line might still be there.  Are you saying it’s 
going to be okay for me to…?”

Steven laughed.  “Have sex with her?  I’ve never done anything like this before 
Tim.  So don’t go getting any ideas.  And she, of course, doesn’t know.  But 
yes.  I think so, if it doesn’t bother you that I’ll watch.  And besides, she 
probably won’t remember anything.”

“Nothing at all?”

“We’ve only used the pill twice, and no.  Nothing.”

“Cool.  She just asked me, well…you… to lick her.  Can I?”

“You can do anything you want.”

Tim’s tongue returned to her cunt, in much better form this time.  It was her 
turn.  “That feels so good.  Lick me inside a little.  Ooh.  That’s it.  Flicker 
a bit.  Good, so good.  Deeper.  Use your gums to pull at my lips.   Ahh.  Good.  
Eat me out, harder, faster.”

Assuming it was Tim, he was obviously not reluctant, and perhaps not 
inexperienced.

He withdrew, and she shuddered as his hands felt her all over, from her legs to 
her face.  She needed more.

Steven was talking.  “Okay, the vibrator, set it on low, and…”  She didn’t hear 
the hum of the vibrator, but she felt it as it entered her.  It was what she 
wanted, almost.  Latex never satisfied like the real thing.  She imagined both 
of them watching it spread her lips.   “Yesssss….”

Then she heard Steven, “Pull it out just slightly… there.  Leave it there.  Let 
me take a picture.  Macro settings can be fun sometimes.”

“Not nearly as fun as tasting her.”

“Do you want to play with my nipple?”

“I’m glad she asked, because I do.”

Steven said, “Have at it.  She likes circles with your tongue, and sucking, but 
be careful not to bite.  She hates that.”

Hayley felt a tongue at her nipple, then hands on her breasts, raising them and 
bringing her nipple more fully into his mouth.  “More vibrator please.”

“You know, Tim.  Maybe she shouldn’t talk so much.”

“You want me to…?”

“Yes.”

Hayley expected the gag she had placed on the table, which would be frustrating.  
In a very short time, she instead was surprised how fast Tim’s cock found its 
way to her mouth.  She had angled herself on the table so that her head was near 
the edge, just as Steven had specified.  And it worked to good advantage now.

“Damn, you’ve got size working for you!”

Hayley was, well, not quite in heaven.  Wrong orifice. But his cock was 
different, and even if she couldn’t hear, she would have known it was someone 
else’s.  She licked at whatever was presented.  She was tempted to compliment 
“Steven” on the pill’s effect, but that would just waste time better spent with 
this cock.  A different size shaft, thicker, longer to lick, and a different 
smell.  And taste.  His pre-cum tasted just fine.  Based on what he said 
earlier, he probably wasn’t far from coming.  She angled her head slightly to 
take him more deeply.  The oval table was preventing her from getting all of him 
she wanted, but it was enough.  

“Incredible.  She’s incredible.”

She could feel Tim pick up the pace, with further evidence of his balls brushing 
against her face.

“Steven, I don’t know if you want a picture, but if you do…”

He was close.  And then he was over it.   She felt her mouth fill far too 
quickly.  He probably sensed this, because he withdrew.  Her mouth was still 
full, and then she felt his hot cum spray on her lips, nose, and forehead.  She 
could imagine him there, stroking himself, because she continued to feel drops 
land on her cheek.  

The scent of his spunk sent her mind reeling, it was so strong.  She started to 
swallow.  It was a lot, and it took a while before she could breathe through her 
mouth.  She found she needed lots of air.  She licked her lips, smiling as she 
did so, aware that the show must go on even though she wanted nothing less than 
to be filled with cock.  The vibrator she had forgotten, but it was annoying 
now.  She was about to comment when she felt his cock at her mouth.  She licked 
him some more, putting on a show, happily eating his cum, which, after all, she 
was. 

She could feel his cum begin to run down her face.  She imagined it must have 
been white globs, finally turning clear and making its way down her cheeks and 
neck.  She must be a mess.

“Let’s get her down from there.  Push the vibrator in a bit to keep it there.”

Hayley felt her straps being loosened.  The legs had been easy, but her hands 
had been difficult, slipknots notwithstanding.  She felt Steven, she was sure by 
the feel of his hand in hers, leading her to the den.  

“Before we do anything else, can I take some pictures of her?  And feel her 
breasts while she’s standing?”

“Sure, and I’ll do the same.  Let’s get her in the heels first.”

“Wow, that was a load.  I can’t believe she swallowed it.  I thought… well, I 
wouldn’t have imagined she would do that.  I mean, I always thought she was sexy 
as hell, but she’s sophisticated too.  Not at all…”

“Tim, it’s not just sluts that do that.”

“Yeah.  Lesson learned.”

She stepped into the shoes, and became Gumby a bit.  Keeping a sense of balance 
was tricky, but they helped her with each pose, from pinching her own nipples, 
to bending over…  

Tim marveled at her, complimenting her on about every feature of her anatomy, 
giving special emphasis to her shaved cunt.  

“This has to be a dream.  Every guy dreams of being a Playboy photographer, and 
your wife does it all for you.  Unbelievable!”

“She hasn’t always, but I know what you mean.  I’d guess it’s the one fantasy 
most guys have that their wives or girlfriends never even consider.”

“I mean, how do you bring something like that up?”

“Gradually, I guess.  But it’s not the same if you have to ask; it’s better when 
she offers, because you know it’s really okay with her.”

“Yeah.  I’ve got enough pictures now.  Can we…?”

“Yep.  My thought exactly.”

Hayley felt Tim’s hands on her breasts, testing their weight, then sucking on 
her nipples as he cupped them.  She found herself leaning back against a 
doorframe for support.  She remained incredibly horny, but she felt suddenly 
empty when the vibrator slid from her cunt, falling to the floor.

“Umm, I like it when you suck my nipple that way.  It makes my pussy tingle.  
But I’d also like to feel you inside me.”  

No comment from Steven.  Or Tim.  She was led from the door, then lowered to the 
floor, with her head resting on the couch, her knees on a pillow.  

“Looks like you need a minute, Tim.  I want to suck on her a bit too.”

She felt Steven slide underneath her, sucking her breasts the way he loved to, 
stretching them, tweaking her nipples then nibbling at them slightly.  

He moved away, and she was backed away from the couch, resting on her knees and 
hands now.  She raised her rear end and spread her legs a bit.  

Steven asked, “You ready?”

She was, but he wasn’t asking her…

Tim responded, “How can I not be!”

She felt his fingers at her opening, then initial pressure from his cock.  She 
was certain he wouldn’t have any trouble slipping in, and she was right.   From 
that brief touch he went straight to balls deep.  She cried out a bit.  Too far.

“Careful there.  I don’t think she can take all of you.”

“Okay, got it.  Quick question though.  Birth control?”

“She’s safe.”

“Please invite me over for dinner again.”

Hayley tried not to laugh, which suddenly would have been hard to do as she felt 
Steven’s cock at her lips.  Two at once!  Tim started fucking her, and it felt…   
good, better, best.   Good to be filled, better than Steven, and best for the 
mental picture of Steven, now fucking her mouth and watching.  She would climax 
easily, but not yet.  There was too much to enjoy.  She felt Tim slow slightly, 
then lean forward to grab her tits, pinching her nipples and pulling them back 
towards him slightly.

She couldn’t say a word, with Steven’s cock in her mouth.  The only way she 
could respond was to push back at Tim and suck at Steven even harder.

“I was wondering how she would take this.  She wouldn’t know until now that 
there’s two of us…but I think she likes this,” Steven said.  “Keep going at it.  
I want to see what she says.”

Hayley realized she had to play act at the mystery of “the other party 
involved,” when really, all she wanted to do was enjoy them.  Still, the fact 
that her husband was allowing another man to fuck her would make it easy enough!  
Steven withdrew his cock from her mouth.  A little misdirection  might be best.

“Steven!  Who?  I can’t believe you…  No, don’t slow down Steven, fuck me 
faster, harder!  I’m cumming… I’m cumming…”  Words departed as her body seemed 
to tighten and contract as she built up to her climax.  Pants, gasps, and 
screams emerged.  And she felt who she knew to be Tim cumming once again, his 
jism hot inside her.

“She is a workout!  She’s awesome.”

“Thanks, and yes she is.”

“You going to take a turn?”

“Yes!”

Actually, it was all her turn.  “More!  I want more!  I never imagined you would 
do this.  I’m so turned on!  Are you going to let him fuck me!”  It wasn’t a 
question, after all.

She felt Steven slip into her.  

“Who is this Steven?  Oh, I don’t want to know.  Just fuck me.  And Steven, I’m 
guessing you’re soft.  Let me lick you hard again.”

She could smell him before she felt him.  Tim wasn’t entirely soft, as it turned 
out.  It was difficult to lick him as Steven thrust into her, so she took him in 
her mouth and sucked as she was able.  She felt Steven’s urgency, and finally 
gave into her own climax, silent as it was with her mouth full of Tim’s cock.  
Still, her body tensed and air didn’t come quickly enough.  She began to see the 
little lights that she sometimes saw when she stood up too fast, but the smell 
of Tim’s cock, covered with their juices, kept her in the present.  Steven came 
inside her, with lots of spurts as best she could tell.

That left Tim’s cock in her mouth, hard again.  That wouldn’t do.

She pushed herself up on her knees, and said, “Stand up.”  Tim did, she 
supposed, as his cock was once again in her mouth.  With her hands now free, she 
took the opportunity to feel “Steven’s” cock.  “Wow, Steven, you recovered fast.  
So big.  Those pills do more than I thought.”  With that ploy, she fondled his 
balls with one hand, while using her other to hold him at the base of the shaft, 
constricting it so his head would grow.  “Unless this is someone else…”  Then 
she started licking, lightly all around it, before taking him in her mouth 
again.   She could only imagine where Steven was, watching her give Tim a 
blowjob.

She sucked for a bit, then pulled his head out just to meet her lips, where she 
could flick her tongue against his head.  She could sense he was primed, and she 
began pumping his shaft with her hand.  She felt his body tremble a bit; he was 
about to blow.  She tilted her head slightly back and opened her mouth, giving 
him a target.  Steven had cum in her mouth once, but never like this, and Tim 
was getting to do it twice in a night!   Poor Steven, he had to watch!  
Delicious!

Then he came, disappointing in quantity, but still with good force, followed by 
what she imagined to be oozing drops of cum dripped onto her lips and into her 
mouth.  She licked, swallowed, and… was content!  And a bit tired, too.

“Wow.  I think she sucked me dry!”

“Yeah, with a little help from her cunt.”

“Well, that sort of sucked me in, too.”

She could hear Steven laugh.

“Now what?” Tim asked.

“Well, she tends to get sleepy fast, so you should go ahead and get dressed.  
I’ll take her back to the bedroom and stay with her until she goes to sleep.”

“And after that?”

“Well, if it works like it has before, she’ll wake up without any recollection.”

“Cool.   Can we do it again sometime?”

“I… I don’t know.  She only had three of these pills, and this was the last.”

“You did the same with the other two?”

“No, I pretty much kept her to myself.  If I do get another pill, I’ll let you 
know.”  She heard Tim’s belt buckle; he had been getting dressed.

Their voices were more distant.  “I don’t suppose you’re going to send me a copy 
of those pictures?”

“Uh, probably not.  But I might let you see them sometime.  Remember, not a word 
of this to anybody.”

“Who would believe me?   Thanks, Steven.  I can’t thank you enough.  I just hope 
you get a bulk pack of those pills.”

“That is the task before me, isn’t it?”

Why, yes dear, it is, Hayley thought.  What a time!

“Oh, and you’re still invited for dinner next Friday, I guess, if you can play 
it straight.  It’ll be awkward for you, but she won’t know.”

“She’s a beautiful woman with clothes on too, Steven.  I’d be happy to come.  
Though I have to say, however she sets the table, it won’t compare to tonight.  
And we didn’t even get to use half that stuff.”  

Hayley heard his voice trail away as he left, making out, she thought, 
“handcuffs…”   Sorry, Tim.  Maybe another time.  And speaking of the table toys, 
she had a nagging suspicion that the Polaroids would turn out to be one picture 
short of a full cartridge.  She would bet the house that the first noise she had 
heard was Tim taking a picture of her, probably pocketing it before Steven had 
shown up.  Well…

Soon, she felt Steven take her hand, and he led her to the bedroom.  After a 
couple minutes, he began to take off her “ear muffs.”  She helped him so he 
wouldn’t look too closely, placing them on the far side from him.  Then he 
removed her blindfold.  He looked at her curiously, expecting… something.  She 
didn’t say anything, but went to the bathroom, cleaned up, slid under the 
covers, snuggled closer and whispered softly, “I want to know who it was, and I 
don’t want to know who it was.  But, thank you.  That was a turn-on and really, 
really fun,” and she surrendered to her sleep.



Steven looked at her strangely.  They were reading the paper, he with his coffee 
and she with her Coke.  She returned his look, thinking she knew what was on his 
mind.  Still, the silence didn’t speak volumes.   She raised an eyebrow, 
inviting him to ask whatever was on his mind.  …waiting… waiting… hooked!

“How do you feel this morning?”  

She thought about that.  “Content.  A little sore between the legs.  I haven’t 
been sore like that in quite a while, you devil.  Did you have fun?  Was your 
third wish all that you hoped for?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did, and it was.  What do you remember?”

“I remember you asking that every time I wake up after taking a pill!”

“Seriously, what do you remember?”

“Good grief.   Okay, the toy chest.  I remember getting ready for you, the notes 
and stuff…  Did I do it well?  Was I fun?”

“You can’t imagine.  You don’t remember?”

“I told you, I remember getting ready.  Is there something in particular that I 
should remember?  You haven’t said anything about how you’ve enjoyed… well, I 
was going to say yourself, but it’s me, really, isn’t it?  So how have you 
enjoyed me?  Can you tell me your fantasies came true?  Was I adequate?  Did I 
really do whatever you wanted?  Was it missionary sex in our bed?  That was your 
big fantasy, right?”  Steven grinned, but didn’t say anything.  “How about doggy 
style?  I’m real curious what it is, that there could possibly be, that we 
haven’t done already.”

She could tell Steven was considering how to answer this.  “Hayley, you have 
been… perfect!  You’ve always been my best friend and lover.   But with these 
pills, I stay horny all the time just thinking of ways I can enjoy you.  It’s 
like every fantasy can be made real, and you probably won’t understand this, but 
it completely blows my mind that my wife can also be my personal Playboy bunny.”

“Uh huh, a bunny.  Hippity hoppity.  I would have thought you might have made me 
your personal porn star.  That was one of your fantasies a while back…” she 
said, teasing.

“Well, now there’s a thing.  We don’t have a digital video camera, do we?”

“No, but Santa’s sleigh isn’t too far off.”

“You’d let me tape you?”

“Depends what you want, I guess.  I don’t have anything you haven’t seen 
before.”

“You’re not worried somebody might find it?  Or that I would post in on the 
net?”

“And have your wife downloaded by thousands?  No, I don’t think you would.  It 
could be embarrassing for both of us.”

Steven grinned.  “What if I never included your face?”

“I… I am beginning to wonder what you’ve been doing with me.  But I told you 
before we began, I trust you.”

“I’m glad.  Now my question is this, can we get some more pills?”

“Why do we need to?  If you want me to be a Playboy bunny, get me a bunny 
outfit, and I’ll serve you a drink.  Just tell me what you want.”

Steven was a bit frustrated, she could tell.  “It’s not the same.  We have 
plenty of opportunities for making love in a meaningful and fun way.  But what 
the pill does is… it takes away ‘real life’ from the equation.  I don’t have to 
worry about whether you will say ‘yes’ or ‘no.’  The pill has proven that you do 
say ‘yes’ every time, but it’s… the thing that’s great is that I don’t have to 
worry what you’ll think about me.”

“In other words, you’re too embarrassed to ask me to do something?”

“Yes, exactly.  And at the same time, do something that I think you wouldn’t 
ordinarily do, at least without reservations…”

“…That might make you feel guilty?  Well, I don’t see any signs of an orgy last 
night.  You wouldn’t sell me on the streets, would you?”

“You trust me, remember?”

“Yes.  But, I have no real understanding how far will you go before you do 
something that you think might cross that line.”

“What limits are there?  Let’s see. I wouldn’t sell you on the street.”  He 
laughed.

“That’s a comfort.  I won’t even ask about the orgy.”

“See, here it is again.  I can’t really answer without getting into…awkward… 
topics.”

“Well, let me think a bit…  hmmm, fantasies we’ve shared, things that I would 
enjoy but might be better off not knowing.  Well, there’s still that orgy thing.  
Bunches of guys and gals around the house…  No.  I didn’t get the pill so you 
can go fuck other women.  So, let’s see.  Just the guys then?  Is that why I’m 
sore?  Cool!  How many?”

“Hayley, I don’t think a Coke in the morning is a good thing for you.”

“Ah.  Well then. A single Coke isn’t a problem.  Was it a 6 pack?”

She saw him looking at her like she was being ridiculous.

“No, then.  A 12 pack?”

Steven grinned a bit.  

“Well, damn then!  And no video?  That’s no fun!  But was I good, sweetie?”

“The best.”  He paused, then added, “Everyone left happy.”

“I know you’re joking… but I’m beginning to wonder about you and what you won’t 
tell me.”

“Hey, I’m not the one that did three guys in college… or was it more?  Oh yea, 
you don’t really know, do you?  You fell asleep.  And now it’s not so different.  
Well here’s a truthful hint… You satisfied at least one person last night.”

“Hey, mister.  Don’t go messing with a gang bang.  That’s my fantasy; not 
yours!”

“Pills, missy.  Get some more pills.”

Hayley gave him a wicked grin.  “I’ve survived so far.  I’ll see what I can do.”  

She slid off her chair and crawled under the table to his chair.  There, she 
thought, seeing the erection in his shorts, was something she could do.  


Pill Four

New Orleans...  Not her favorite venue, but colorful just the same.  And easy 
money.  Pharmacists needed to know about drugs too, beyond what there local 
company rep, and experience, she supposed, told them. Or maybe they didn’t need 
to know more than that, but like every other professional group looked for a tax 
deductible vacation.  In any case, this was an easy repeat of the Levitra show.

She had turned down other offers of shows since her previous outing, for various 
reasons.  Sick kids, Steven’s travel, a great sex life…  And it had been great.  
No pills for three months, but Steven remained fully energized about sex…no 
doubt dreaming up stuff to do with her.

In any case, she wouldn’t miss out on the sex this week…Steven was in town for a 
sales presentation Thursday, and he was staying over through the weekend with 
her.  A paid vacation of sorts... well, if he didn’t blow it at Harrah’s while 
she was working.  And then there was the matter of…

“Carolyn!”

“Hiya, chick.  Good to see you again, finally.  And before you ask, I’ve got the 
stuff in my room.”

“Good, I think.  Steven will be thrilled, anyway.”

“But you’re not?  You sound reluctant for some reason.  Yet on the phone you 
said your sex life was, and I quote, “fucking great.’”

“Well…it is.  Exactly like you said it would be, too.  He’s so turned on by it… 
I really don’t know where he’s going next with it, or where it might end.  It’s 
kind of scary.”

There was a pause as Carolyn stared at her, reading her eyes.  Dang it.

“Bullshit.  You’re having a great time.  Glad to help.  So when do I get to meet 
him?”

Hayley stuck her tongue out at her friend.  “Yeah, okay. You’re right.”  She 
laughed.  “Well, we’re doing a private thing tonight…  Table for two at 
Commanders.”

“I’ve heard about that place.  Pricey.”

“I think everyone has.  We haven’t been there before, but we booked it as soon 
as we saw that we would both be here.”

“Tomorrow then?  Lunch?”

“My thoughts exactly.  Hopefully I won’t be too busy.”



The plan had been to meet at Tortorichi’s on Royal.  Her instincts had proven 
right, and she had been too busy and had to cancel.  She could barely imagine 
what Steven and Carolyn might talk about in her absence, but work called.    



After her tour of duty ended, it was late in the afternoon, and she had decided 
to take a nap.  Waking more than an hour later, Steven was still not to be 
found.  So, she relaxed in the tub, her feet still aching from standing in the 
heeled shoes.  A bubble bath...  What a nice amenity!  How long had it been 
since…  

The phone startled her, its ringing amplified within the bathroom.  At least she 
could reach it from the tub.  It would probably be Steven.  She didn’t 
particularly care for a phone while she was on the toilet… but having a phone in 
the bathroom suddenly made sense when you were enjoying the bubbles.  

“Hello?”  

“Hey, it’s me.  Carolyn”

“Oh, hi there.  Thought it might be Steven.”  She blew over a little tower of 
bubbles standing on her nipple.  Mistake!  The chill seemed to shake her all 
over.  Carolyn had said something.  “Sorry, Carolyn.  What was that?”

“I said, freshen up, doll.  It’s Saturday night in New Orleans, and it’s time to 
party.”

“Umm, what about supper?  What about Steven?”

“Taken care of.  You’ve got an hour to get ready.”

“Okay… What are we doing?  How should I dress?”

“Dress like you want to be noticed.”

She knew what Carolyn meant, but couldn’t help it.  “Well, Steven notices me in 
sweat pants…”

“But he’d notice you more without a stitch on.  Even though it’s New Orleans, 
I’d suggest at least two stitches, okay?”

Hayley laughed.  “Got it.  Where?”

“The Lafitte room.  Second floor.”



Aside from being a figure of speech, “two stitches” was a term Carolyn and she 
had used back in their wilder days, having eventually “double dog dared” each 
other into going out with as few clothes as possible.  Carolyn had won that 
competition on the thinnest of grounds.  They had each worn a dress and a g-
string, but Hayley had worn thigh high stockings as well…  Four stitches to 
Carolyn’s two.  Shoes didn’t count.  This time, she would go four stitches 
again, she decided.  Style points counted in her book, and, more importantly, 
Steven’s.

And she had brought the perfect dress.  It was a black thin cotton-poly blend, 
not at all notable for its material, as such.  It was its effect that she liked.  
It was a backless dress, held in place by a simple tie behind her neck.  It 
clung to her breasts nicely, covering them fully with its black material, before 
gathering at the waist.  At this point, it flared out again to cover her hips 
and down most of her thighs.  If she were younger, she might have tried a mini-
skirt, but no matter how many she had tried, they made her look like a tart.  
This was infinitely better – she was all grown up now, and it showed in every 
way desirable. 

Now, hair up, down, or pulled back?    Up she decided, figuring it would come 
down later anyway.

Finally, the shoes.  Had she known?  Guessed?  She certainly would not have worn 
these on the exhibit floor, but she had packed them nevertheless.  The 3” heels 
were not comfortable, but her feet were secured by thin strings which wrapped 
around her ankle.  It was amazing what heels did for thighs and posture.  
Naughty.

She entered the Lafitte Room.   It was rather anti-climatic.  It was a 
relatively small room, with five or six tables and a private bar, at which 
Carolyn and Steven were seated having drinks.  She supposed others would be 
arriving soon to justify the bartender’s presence.  Steven was dressed in light 
tan chinos and a dark blue polo, standard attire for him.  Carolyn, on the other 
hand, wore a red satiny v-neck blouse, her breasts as remarkable as Hayley’s, 
only much more exposed.  And she had gone the mini route.  The tart!  

Carolyn stepped up.  “Here, girl.”  She was handed a pill and a small glass of 
water.   “Bottom’s up!”

To her surprise, Carolyn swallowed a pill at the same time.  Hmm.  

“Okay, so what’s up?”

“Well, we’re a little bit early,” said Carolyn.  “The pills need their time.  
Want something to drink?”

Steven had approached also, a welcoming grin on his face.  “I thought you said 
alcohol didn’t mix.”

“Not too much, and it’s okay.  I hear they make a great Fuzzy Navel here,” 
Carolyn said.

“I’m not sure what that is, but I’ll try it.”

“And you better have some of these appetizers now.”  Because she wouldn’t have 
time later, it seemed.  After a bit of chit chat, others started showing up.  
All men.  Ten, she counted.  This looked incredibly promising, and her pulse 
raced as she faced what the evening was likely to include.

There were introductions.  Carl… Ely…Roger… there were too many to remember.  
She had seen a couple of them, she thought, at her booth.  They talked idly 
amongst themselves, some stealing glances at her and Carolyn, while two were 
much more direct, drinking with their eyes as much as with their mouths.  They 
all seemed nice, though, and became very attentive to her and Carolyn.  They 
seemed familiar with each other.  She had another Fuzzy Navel…quite good, she 
decided.  Then Steven stepped up and pulled her away from…Matt, she thought it 
was.  

“Can you feel any affect of the pill?”

“Don’t know that I ever can.  But I can already feel the alcohol.”

“After two drinks?”

“Well, I don’t drink much, now do I?”  

Steven grinned at that.  “Point taken.”

“So what’s the deal?  Am I going to dance naked on the parquet floor over there?  
Is that it?”  She cringed inside.  That was a bad idea to even suggest!  
Alcohol!

“And if you did, what do you think would happen?”

“I think the room would fill up with more men, and I’d be a very popular girl.”

“I think so too.  But there’s enough men here already, all chosen by Carolyn.  
And you’re going to fuck half of them.”

“Half?  You sound pretty certain.  Are you saying you don’t think I can handle 
them all?”  Stop.  Restraint!  “Steven, we talked about this as fantasy…”

“For our entire relationship, you’ve been teasing me with your college 
experience.  I want that for myself, and I think you want it too.  Besides, 
you’ve already taken the pill, haven’t you?”  He gave her a wink and pulled her 
close, his hands cupping her butt tightly as he gave her a passionate kiss.  He 
broke away, whispering… “It’s my fantasy to watch.  And now you will do this for 
me.”

She hated short, passionate kisses.  “Kiss me again.”  She needed it.  And from 
just him.  She was surprised how important it suddenly felt to be reminded of 
the bond between them.

As they embraced, she reached down to his pants and felt his cock through his 
pants.  He was hard, the poor thing.  He really did want this, and, of course, 
so did she.  Now to make doubly sure.  She looked into his eyes.  They sparkled, 
with a strong sense of hunger and no evidence of any indecision.  Damn!  He was 
making her hot.  It was time to share the fire.

She held his right hand, and drew it to her, placing it over her breast and 
covering it with her hand, adding substance to what they were agreeing to share.  
“Okay.”  The moment was as intimate as any she had ever shared.

Steven broke away first, reaching over to a table.  “Here, take this.  Go with 
Carolyn, and she’ll explain.”

She looked at the bag.  It was fairly heavy, but before she could look inside, 
Carolyn grabbed her elbow and sped her away.  Was it really true that women 
always went to the bathroom in pairs?  Here she went again…

Inside, Carolyn explained.  These have numbers on them, see?  Five of them.  And 
here’s five slips of paper with the numbers on them.  And then here’s more 
pieces of paper with other numbers; keep them separate.

“I know what this is…but why the numbers?”

“Don’t you see?  It’s ‘random.’”

“Maybe I’m slow.”

“There’s ten men out there, plus your husband.  You get six; I get five.”

“What!”

“Hey, it’s not my idea!  Well, maybe it is.  But it’s really your husband’s 
idea, just as it should be.  It just happens that I’ve…experienced these guys 
before.  They’re quite open to a little fun, as long as I, ah, we, that is, take 
the little pills, which we’ve done.”

“This came up at lunch?”

“Hey, it’s not as if you haven’t been suggesting it to Steven… it’s all he 
talked about… how you had this experience once and kept sharing the fantasy…”

“He brought that up or did you?”

“Well, he started off by asking how far the pill would go…  Could he literally 
get you to do anything he said.”

“I haven’t failed him so far,” said Hayley.

“Exactly what I asked him.  I think he’s fairly amazed at the things you’ve 
done.  From the bits he told me, you’ve been a naughty girl.  And then I asked 
how far did he want to go?”

“You’ll have to fill me in later.  But that’s when he mentioned a bunch of 
guys?”

“Yes, your college experience.  He talked about that a little bit, but more 
about how it kept coming up all the time.  At the same time, he was worried 
about sharing you with strangers, and was just generally concerned it might be a 
mistake.”

“Was he worried at all that I might object?”

“Oh, of course he was.  Until I told him something I guess I didn’t tell you 
last time.”

“What’s that?”

“It pleased him no end.  It seemed to take pounds off of him, or years of worry, 
or something.”

“Carolyn… what?”

“Oh, I told him that the pill didn’t just make you a robot, which is true 
enough.  The ‘incredibly suggestive’ doesn’t mean complete control after all.  
He didn’t understand, I think, that you still have the subconscious ability to 
make decisions.  Anyway, the short of it is that I explained that if you really, 
really objected to doing something deep inside, then you probably wouldn’t do 
it.  He seemed so relieved.”

“I’ll just bet.  It means that everything I’ve done…”

Carolyn laughed.  “Yes, it takes him off the hook to a degree knowing, 
basically,  on some root level, it’s okay with you, even if it’s not something 
that would otherwise ever happen.”

“Okay, nice little fact.  But then why bother with the pill?”

“Because it still leaves him free to enjoy his fantasies, knowing that you enjoy 
it if you go through with it, yet not having to worry about how it might change 
your relationship.”

“I see.  Because I can’t remember it… ”

“Yep.”

“So… tonight?”

“Here’s your gangbang.”

“And I’m excited about it, but how willing was he?  I didn’t think he would ever 
cross that line.”

“He was turned on, I could tell, just talking about it.  It sounded almost like 
it was a goal he had been working towards, but he didn’t elaborate.”

“But he was still worried about who.   He felt he couldn’t ask friends, 
neighbors, coworkers…”

“Um, no.  And that’s when you told him…”

“That I could arrange it with ‘safe’ men.”

“And what is a ‘safe’ man?”

“I know these guys...  There’s no complications.  They know about my pill, and 
they just think I like to party without guilt.  They like it even better with 
you, because you really have no idea who they are.   And besides that, if there 
was a wet dream award for the convention, apparently you would be the 
inspiration for many.  I try not to take it personally, but I’d wager not 
everyone at your booth has been interested in Levitra.  Dropped any pens lately?   
But each of them just wants some action – no commitments.  And they’re not going 
to try to call you afterwards…they just want to have fun.”

“And I’ll be forgetting anyway.”

“Exactly.”

“So, what do I do with these numbers you gave me?”



She made her way back to the room, to a much more appreciative, and, she 
thought, loosened up group of guys.  Alcohol will do that.

Carolyn said, “Alright guys, it’s time.”

The closest person to her said, “Hi again, Hayley, I hope to get to know you… 
better.” He emphasized the “better” impishly.

“I’ll just bet.”  She was feeling quite friendly herself.  It was time for play!  
“We’ll just have to see how it turns out.  Either way, you get lucky today.”  
She held out her left hand, and he withdrew a piece of paper.  

“Oh, yeah, lucky 7.”

She moved on to the next guy, Brock.  Friendly, well built, wide shoulders.  
Young.  But old enough, apparently, to be a pharmacist.  Not smug like the last 
guy.  Cute dimple, too.  She held out her right hand, and he withdrew a paper.

Carl almost seemed like a used car salesman, except somehow she knew he was 
authentic, a good conversationalist.  He was taller than Steven by about five 
inches…would the rest be also?  He was on the border of having a receding 
hairline and going bald.  But it worked for him. Nice eyes.  She held out her 
right hand.

She worked through several others, allowing them to choose a paper from a hand.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease…. Give me that winning number, please.  You look so 
hot!”  Jeff, she recalled his name to be.  A whiner, perhaps.  She held out her 
left hand.

The last was Daniel, perhaps a weightlifter, but not all out like a body 
builder.  Muscles were evident at his shoulders that made her think of the cover 
of a romantic novel…sculpted… and what pharmacist would have long locks like 
his?  Maybe he was a Californian surfer pharmacist, definitely aging gracefully 
into his 30’s.  She gave him the last paper in her right hand.

Carolyn spoke.  “Okay, gentlemen.  Here’s how it will work.  I’m going to have 
to share you this time, and I don’t think you’ll be minding it.  I’ve explained 
the rules… you’ve each randomly drawn a number.  If your number matches, you go 
with her.  If it doesn’t, you’ll have to settle for me.”

There was laughter around the room, except for Steven, who though smiling, sat 
on a bar stool and looked petrified.  Pleasantly petrified, at least.  Second 
thoughts?  No, absolute fixation.

It was her turn.  “Steven!”  He looked at her.  “Over here.  C’mon.  You know I 
don’t bite…hard anyway.” The men laughed again.  

“Down on your knees, there.  Do this right or I’ll get someone else to do it.”

“Like me!” said Carl.

“Yes, like you, Carl.  You ready Steven?”

He nodded.

She sat on the barstool, and leaned back against the edge of the bar.  “I need 
some help here… you and… you.”

Jeff and Brock came forward, each on Steven’s side.  “Down, that’s it.”  She 
kicked off her shoes, and placed a foot on each’s head.  Oh, the drama of it!  
She could tell Carolyn was impressed… this was completely unrehearsed.

“Steven…”

“I’m on it!”  Finally out of his stupor, Steven pulled her dress up over her 
legs, and she raised her hips by bracing her forearms on the bar so that he 
could push her dress up to her waist.    

“Down in the front!” said someone.

Steven kneeled again, and she knew that the men could now see her cunt, just 
barely covered by her violet satin thong.  

“Hun, if you want these men to see my pussy, you’re going to have to move that a 
bit.”

Steven reached, plucking the narrow fabric from her slit and pulling it to the 
side as much as possible.  There now.

“Plucked clean, with a racing stripe up the top!  Woohoo!”  It was Carl again.

“Okay guys, he’ll need plenty of room so you can all see, so move over a bit.”  
Jeff and Brock moved farther apart, spreading her legs further.  Both of them 
moved her feet to their shoulders, on the far side of their necks.  This locked 
her in place, spread as wide as she could comfortably manage, and it gave them 
the clearest view possible.  

“I don’t see it,” said Steven.

“Neither do I, but it’s right in front of you, Steven.  It’s someone else’s 
turn.  Carl?”

Carl wasn’t far away enough to run, but it seemed only a second before she felt 
his tongue on her labia.  Presumptuous, but clever just the same.  “I don’t see 
it either, but I’m sure I can find it.”  He wasn’t gentle, and he wasn’t 
forceful.. he was just right.  She could feel him separate her lips with his 
tongue and then feel him probe more deeply.  She felt movement within her, 
strange yet teasing…  She was beginning to wonder if he was genuinely searching 
or just taking advantage.

“Got it!  I found the string.”

“And no hands!  Nicely done, Carl.”

He backed away from her slightly, then used his fingers to fold back her lips 
slightly… he was a showman!  “They’re just like the most perfect petals I ever 
saw…”

“What’s your number, Carl?”

“Eleven.”

“Okay, give the string a tug.”

“I can’t do that.  This is something I… well… I think this is something we need 
to see you do for yourself!”

“Okay, Carl.  But you’ll keep a close eye on it, won’t you?”

“I’m not planning on moving.”

“You like what you see?”

“You smell sweet and taste...  I’m having a hard time not jumping back in.”  

“I’ll just bet you are.  Okay, read the numbers for me.  Everyone close enough 
to see?”  It was a moot point.  Everyone, including Carolyn, had gathered as 
close as possible.

She reached down, snaking her hand over her mons, paused to press slightly on 
her clit… mistake!...she thought, as the sensations bounced through her.  Her 
finger slowly probed the wetness of her slit, before finding the string that 
Carl had extracted.  Her fingers were wet with her juices…perhaps too wet.

Carl had good intuition, meeting her fingers with his lips, sucking her fingers, 
well, almost, dry. 

She slowly wrapped the string around her index finger, then pulled.   She could 
feel it coming within her, feeling sensations quite more desirable than when she 
had put it in earlier…  It was building… building….

“Twenty six!  Who’s got 26?”  Carl said.

“Oh yeah!”  said Ely.

Brock asked, “Is that a ben-wa ball?”

“A variety of it, yeah,” someone answered.

Carolyn said, “Now don’t get too excited about matching numbers, guys.  There’s 
going to be plenty over here!”

All the guys made the right noises to her, but they all knew, Carolyn included, 
that the winners got Hayley.  After all, they had planned it that way, hadn’t 
they?   If you want him, you let him choose from the ones in your right hand… If 
you don’t, give him your left…  Good thinking Carolyn!

She felt the stirring as she pulled the second one through..  “Eleven!  That’s 
me!  I’m in!”

“Well, Carl, you’re not in yet, but I’m looking forward to it.”

The guys expressed their approval.

The next two balls came easily, if tingling the whole way.    Roger and Daniel 
were in.  One left…

Going in, the four balls had been relatively easy, as their 1” diameter paled to 
the 2.5” ball that was the final anchor, but had been the first one in.  The 
guys had no idea what was coming… Carolyn hadn’t used it before, and they had 
swapped it out with a smaller one.

“You guys enjoying the show?”

There was all around approval, including the bartender she noted.  Ooooh.  A 
black guy looking at her… too bad he wasn’t in the group.  That would have been 
interesting.

“Well let’s just see what this cunt can handle, guys.”

She felt the ball within her, filling the space, easily climbing within her as 
she pulled on the string, until it met quite a resistance.  She worked it a bit, 
before she could finally feel it at her opening, burning, tingling…  The guys 
knew something was up.

“Carl… I need your help.  While he took a grip on the string, she saw that no 
one was looking at her eyes.  They were all staring at her cunt, and, no doubt, 
the baby blue colored ball that was stretching her wet and flushed opening.

“It’s bigger, I see. How do you want it?” asked Carl.  Amazingly considerate.

“Carl, I want you to pull it the way you want to see it come out.”

“Well strap yourself in.”

Indeed.  The men braced her ankles with a hand, and came closer to her, bending 
her knees.  She leaned back as far as she could, and began to push against their 
shoulders as Carl pulled on the string.  But she didn’t pull too much, keeping 
the tension as even as she could.  And Carl knew what she was up to…playing with 
it.

“That’s it, ride it, feel it.  Stretch it just a little bit more for us.  Okay, 
relax, back it up…  Now again!”

He was like an expert driver moving a truck with tires stuck in the mud…a 
distracting thought, but back and forth they went…until…

“Oh man, look at that stretch… there’s no going back now.”

Hayley grimaced… the feeling was exquisite… she moaned loudly, and then, it was 
gone!

“Look at that!”  Jeff was actually pointing…  she knew her cunt had to be open, 
even as  she could tell it was constricting.

“Tell me I’ve got the number, Carl.”  It was Brock.

“Depends, is your number 21?”

“Yes!”  Brock exclaimed, even as the others made sounds of disappointment.

“Damn, she was just my size, too!” said Jeff.

“Well, come show me your stuff, stud,” said Carolyn.  “It’s time to head 
upstairs!”



By the time they reached the suite, and she had no idea whose it was, her head 
had cleared and then gotten muddled all over again with what she had just done.  
She couldn’t believe it!  A group of men had just watched her pull balls from 
her cunt, and now she was going to have a gang bang with her husband and five 
other men!

But, where to begin?  There wasn’t room to dance…  And she didn’t want to wait 
that long anyway.  First things first…

“Here’s the deal…  the best kisser gets to undress me.  Eric, you’re first.”

“No, it’s never good to go first!”

“I’ll be fair.  Besides, I want you first!”  With that, she wrapped her arms 
around him, a bit thicker than Steven and more muscled.  He was just a big boned 
man.  She tilted her head up to meet his lips…  Confident, experienced, but 
surprisingly without passion…maybe he kept that for his wife or…no, no ring… 
maybe his girlfriend then.

From muscles to more muscles, and, she imagined, tanned yummy ones… Daniel 
radiated passion.  Her lips met his.  The passion was there, but sloppy.  But 
not bad either.  And wandering hands!  Bad boy!

Roger was… why did she choose Roger?... he was kind of plain, except for the 
tent in his pants… which, of course, was as good a reason as any to choose him.  
It was a large tent...  How big was he?  Carolyn had only hinted.  As they 
kissed, she nestled closer to feel the size of him.  Yes, he was big, alright.  
The kiss was forgettable, alas.  It was a shame he didn’t work out a little bit, 
but the lack of muscle tone didn’t mean she wouldn’t have a good time. 

Ely was most like Steven… same age, same build, same twinkle in the eye…  The 
idea of two Stevens is what appealed to her…  Yes, he was a good kisser, 
definitely good, with a playful tongue.  A contender.  And another with sneaky 
hands, which she shed from her buns.

That left Brock.  Brock ventured where others had not for some reason, actively 
using one hand on her back and the other about her neck and chin…  There wasn’t 
just passion in his kiss, there was a desire, not just to take, but to please.   
Hmmm.  It was a difficult kiss to break from.

She backed away from him, almost reluctantly.  Eric said, “Well, I see who got 
that one, but what about Steven?”

“Steven’s good, no doubt about it.  He’s got the lips that take a girl home.  
But we’re not going home tonight… are we Brock?”

“No way!”

“It’s your show.  You can undress me any way you please.”

“Well, I don’t see but one way to do it.”

He moved her by the window.  It was dark outside, but the lights within the room 
made a clear reflection in the window which she could watch.  She could feel his 
fingers at her neck, unfastening the bow that held it together.  But he was 
wise.  He didn’t just let go and expect it to fall…  First, he pulled the fabric 
away from her chest, and as a result had a private view of her breasts by 
looking down at them, over her shoulder.   Then he looked at the reflection with 
her, his face against hers, as he slowly guided the material down her breasts…  
Just as the fabric cleared her nipples, he teased them with soft fingertips.  
She ached for more. 

He then released the top part of her dress, and it fell away, at least to the 
waist where her hips now held it.

“Oh come on, kid!  Let us see!”

“No,” said Brock, “this one is mine.  It won’t be long at all.”

She hoped not.  Still, he took his time admiring her naked breasts, before 
kissing his way down her back until he was kneeling behind her.  She felt his 
hands at her hips, and then felt the fabric being pulled down slowly as he 
trailed it with his kisses.  Then, suddenly, her dress fell to the floor, to the 
vocal support of all the others.  

Brock rose behind her, caressing both her sides with his hands, again pausing at 
her breasts.  She couldn’t blame him, even as anxious as she was to move on.  It 
wasn’t her husband doing this, and that thought kind of amazed her.  He then 
pulled her arms above her head, then twirled her in place so that she was facing 
him.  He was still blocking the view of most of the others, and she watched how 
carefully he was taking in the sight of her breasts…  Maybe it was the first 
time he’d seen a mature set…  She was certainly looking forward to seeing his 
young cock.

In any case, he stepped around behind her, so that all could see.  She hadn’t 
heard “oh, baby!” as much since she had walked by a construction site many years 
ago.  She looked at Steven for his reaction…he didn’t seem to even see her.  He 
was watching the men look at her breasts.  Well, if that was how he was going to 
be…  Well, okay, he looked at her breasts too.  

She could feel Brock begin to slowly shimmy her thong over her hips and down her 
legs.  As he was no longer holding her arms, she tweaked her nipples to tease 
the others.  It went for naught…all eyes were once again on her cunt.  She 
stepped out of the thong, which Brock picked up and inhaled deeply.

“Is anyone going to remove that bedspread?”

She reached to Brock’s arm, guiding his hand between her legs, where she wiped 
some of her juices on the thong.  “A souvenir for you…”

She noticed the bedspread had been roughly yanked and tossed to the side.  She 
crawled onto the bed, giving quite a view, she was sure, before rolling over 
onto her back.  She raised her legs vertically, crossed them, spread them 
slowly, and crossed them again.  A Playboy bunny might do that, right?  This, 
she would have told Carolyn, is why you wear stockings.

Eric said, “You’re entirely too good at this.  I feel like I could explode, and 
I haven’t even touched you yet!”

“Well, I’m thinking it’s about that time...  First one that gets undressed gets 
to lick my cunt!”

“Done,” said Brock, amazingly fast. “The smell isn’t enough.”  Even though she 
had just wiped herself, she knew she was juicy inside, and it was only a few 
moments before Brock’s tongue penetrated to her honey pot.  He was feasting on 
her, not necessarily in the right place at the right time, but he kept her 
interested.  He came up for air, and in a lecherous voice said, “pussy, pussy, 
pussy!” before going back in.  It brought laughs, but his tone surprised her.

She felt…into it, yet nowhere near an orgasm.  How strange, because he was quite 
good.  Maybe it was having all these guys watch her while…  This wouldn’t do.  
It was too slow, and it wasn’t like she was going to be patient enough to give 
everybody a turn, at least at first.

She looked down at Brock, still dining between her legs, his face wet with her 
juices…
“Hey, Brock, was that about seven inches I saw?”  He looked up at her as he 
continued to lick and suck, now concentrating on her clit.   She detected a nod, 
or at least, thought she did.  “Hey, well fuck me with it, won’t you?”

“Hey, no fair!” said Carl.  “He’s getting all the good stuff!”

“Carl, I promise, whatever good stuff you want you’re going to get tonight.  But 
you’re right.  Brock step aside.”

“Oh, man!  Carl, you blew it for me!”

“Hey, I’m looking after my own best interests here!”

Rolling over again, she raised her cunt and looked over her shoulder at them, 
all standing naked or practically so, hands on their hard cocks…  “Daniel, 
you’re up!”  And boy was he.

She buried her face in a pillow.  Her foot was suddenly jolted.

“Man, everyone watch out!  It’s like a golf course, with hazards on the side.”  

Ah, her heels.  “Daniel, I don’t want to hurt you.  Just take them off.”  Her 
cunt was thoroughly lubricated inside and out, and she just waited for the 
penetration.  She didn’t have to wait long.  He was hard, hot, and pounding.  
And it was easier for her to curl her toes.  It felt… great.  This was what she 
needed, and what she wanted more of.  She responded, thrusting her hips back at 
the pace he had set.  He wasn’t huge, but he was long enough to do the job, and 
to tickle a couple spots that Steven never quite managed to reach.  

She was thinking too much, she knew, but this was an experience like any other.  
And it wasn’t a problem that lasted, because she had much more important stuff 
to concentrate on, like getting as much of him into her as possible…and remain 
breathing!

She felt his balls slap against her, going in a steady rhythm, but too suddenly, 
she felt him pull away, followed by the feeling of hot drops of cum landing on 
her butt and back.  Well, that was too fast!  She voiced her reaction.  “Nooo!”  

The men laughed, even as she exclaimed, “Next!”

It was the strangest thing to not even care who it was that was fucking her.   
He was steady… appreciably thicker, but failing to hit the right spots, dammit.  
She couldn’t help but look… it was Daniel, a shame his package wasn’t as good as 
the rest of the body.  She tightened her grip on his cock and picked up the 
pace…  It didn’t take but a minute before she felt him, too, shoot on her ass.    
The scent of sex was in the air…

She rolled back over onto her back, aware of but not caring about the wet spot 
she now lay in.  Carl approached.  “Nice one, Carl!”  Kinda thick, kinda long, 
just like the rest of him…  It felt awkward briefly as he pushed his way in, but 
she made room for him easily enough.   He had been a teaser.  Time to switch the 
tables.  “Are you going to make me cum?”   

He laughed… “I’m not leaving until I do.”

“Right answer.   Now do me.”

He let a hand roam from her abdomen up to her breasts.  His hands were rough, 
calloused.  He moved forward to take her in the missionary position, but stayed 
above her, locking his elbows.  She wanted to watch his cock, but as he entered 
her, they locked their eyes… His pace increased gradually, careful to feel her 
out in his way, exploring her depths.  She could tell she was getting to him 
though…  He broke eye contact, watching her tits jiggle with each thrust he 
made.  His speed was picking up, and he wouldn’t be able to hold it forever, but 
would he be able to fuck her long enough?  

Her breath became uneven, and it was a struggle to keep her eyes open.  It was 
apparent he was up to the job.  Her breaths became shorter and she felt the 
pleasure intensify.  “That’s it… don’t stop… don’t cum yet… I’m 
clooooossssssse…”  She had shrieked the last, as her orgasm finally came, 
tightening her into a ball of nerves before giving her release that came and 
went in waves.

Just as she was getting her breath back, Carl pulled out, pumped his swollen 
shaft twice, and shot a huge load onto her stomach and between her tits.  
Impressive.  She liked watching him coax the last drops of cum from his cock…it 
was so swollen, wet and purplish red.

In fact, it made her want more.

And who would it be? Brock? Or Roger?  Wait!  Better check in with hubby.  
Steven was leaning against the wall next to the bed, stroking himself.  He 
didn’t look dazed, and he didn’t look all there, either.  He gave her a quick 
nod, and the green light was all the reassurance she needed.

She wanted Roger, just to try his out and see what his thick cock would be like.  
But it was smarter to go with Brock first.

“Okay, Brock.  How do you want me?”

“If you’re able, I’d like you to stand by the window again.”

“I can do that, yeah.  Yeah.”

She moved to the window… This wasn’t an exhibitionist thing for those “out 
there.”  The hotel floor, 18th, she remembered, was too high, and by the time 
she braced herself on the window sill, she was bent at the waist anyway.

She felt the head of his cock between her legs, trying to find its way in…  A 
little help was needed, so she reached between her legs to grasp him, guiding 
him to her.  Once he found his target, he knew exactly what to do, finding 
exactly the right pace she wanted.    The other guys had just rocked into her, 
and as pleasing as it was, he was pleasuring her the way she wanted it… He would 
make some woman happy for the rest of her life.  She hoped he could last a long, 
long time, because even past her orgasm, she was ready for a long ride.  

The others had gathered on each side.  She realized her breasts were swinging 
with each thrust… she imagined it was quite a show, especially with Carl’s cum 
beginning to drip.  A little attention on her nipples would be good, but now 
wasn’t quite the right moment.

And as good as he was, perhaps the moment was too much for him… She felt him 
back off slightly to prevent from cumming… Now why had he done that?

“Brock?”

“I’m just wondering, is it okay if I cum inside you?”

It was sweet to ask.  She didn’t need sweet right now.   “Brock, you can cum 
wherever you like…but I’d just love to feel your hot cum inside me.”

“Oh yeah!…”

He got serious.  Wow.  Something about the way he had responded let her know 
what his “thing” was, even if he knew it or not.  A bit of dirty talk.

“That’s it Brock, fuck me good.  I know you’ve got a load of cum saved up for 
me…  I want to feel it spurt inside of me, all of it.  I like it hot… shoot it 
in there as far as you can.  Let me feel you cum…”

Even as she debated what to say next, he made it easy, as the heat from his cum 
spread inside her.  That made it easy… “That’s it, cum inside me… it’s so hot in 
there… it’s just what my pussy needed… keep it cumming….I can still feel you 
throb.”

And really, she wasn’t exaggerating at all.  It made her feel…nasty… to have him 
cum in her.  It was a greater level of intimacy than the icing on the cake the 
others had added.  

A few deep breaths, and her mind returned to the present.  Roger.  She looked at 
him.  He knew it was his turn, and she knew how she wanted him.  She felt Brock 
slip from between her legs… he would recover soon enough, she knew.

But Roger…  She walked up to him and pressed him backwards so that he fell on 
the bed.  It was time for her ride.  Steven knew it, too.  He held her hand as 
she stepped onto the bed, above Roger, who had a “died and gone to heaven” smile 
on his face.  How appropriate!  He was getting an eyeful of her wet, swollen 
cunt, and he was about to get so much more.

She straddled him.  His cock was stiff and straight, and she found the head of 
his cock at her opening without any hands being needed…  The question now was to 
take him slow, or…  She dropped her weight onto him, taking him fully into her.  
He was almost the size of the larger Ben-wa ball, and fleshy hard and hot.  She 
began rotating her hips, making him touch the places she wanted him to touch.  
He was so thick that she didn’t have to worry about him slipping out at all.

“And you, sir, since you’ve waited until last… get the booby treat!”  She 
lowered her breasts to his mouth, which, in turn, he sucked deeply into his 
mouth.  If the sensations in her cunt had seemed somehow overtaxed, the fresh 
stimulus from his sucking awakened her all over.  She was breathing in his ear, 
she may as well whisper…  “Nice cock, Roger.  You’re so thick.  I don’t think 
I’ve ever had one that thick.”

“It’s yours as long as you want it.  I can go forever.”

“Is that so?”  She didn’t give him the chance to respond, and he didn’t seem to 
mind with his mouth full of her tit.  She became aware of Steven at the side of 
the bed, jerking off.  She tucked her right arm behind her back so he could have 
a clear view of Roger sucking and licking her nipple.  She continued her 
grinding movement, riding Roger for all he was worth.  The bed tilted slightly 
as Steven kneeled on it.  

It wasn’t fair to Roger to take her breasts away, but she knew what Steven 
wanted.  She raised herself slightly, and Steven presented his cock at her 
mouth.  She stuck out her tongue to give him a lick before taking him in her 
mouth, but was shocked when he came… hard.  She hadn’t been ready for it.  The 
stream struck her on her forehead, before descending to her right eye and her 
nose.   She went ahead and sucked him, and when he was mostly dry, she returned 
a breast to Roger’s mouth.  

She tried to maintain the rhythm they shared, but Steven’s cum was distracting, 
to say the least.  She felt especially slutty with cum on her face, and the 
smell of his cum was just a bit too powerful.  She decided to finish Roger, and 
put an end to his little bravado about going on forever.  She raised herself off 
her knees and onto her feet, squatting on top of him.  She placed her hands on 
his shoulders and began to piston herself on his cock.  It usually felt almost 
painful when she did this with Steven, but she was so lubricated that it didn’t 
give any twinges at all, except the good kind.

“You vixen!” 

She smiled at him, as innocently as possible.  “But Rog, you can go on forever!  
You said so!  Now you’re not going to shoot your cum into me, are you?”

He was easy.  She could feel him ejaculate even as she asked him.  What goes up 
must fall, and bigger things fall harder.  He had hardly finished ejaculating 
when his shrunken member slipped from her cunt.

She was planning on taking a break before restarting, but she saw that everyone, 
Steven included, was hard again.  She wondered if they had been talking 
throughout, because they were all talking now and she hadn’t noticed.  She had, 
after all, been preoccupied.

“…so no, she’s not usually like this in bed, although maybe I should change my 
expectations!”  

“Well I hope I can only find a girl that does half this stuff,” said Brock.

“I hate to break this conversation up,” said Ely, “but it looks like Steven 
started something we should all finish.  You game, Hayley?”

It took her a second to realize what he was talking about, mostly because the 
cum in her eye stung a little bit.  Then she realized what he meant.  “Oh.  Oh!  
Yes, sure.  How do you want to do it?  Do you want me to suck each of you?”

“Sounds good to me!” said Ely.

So much for not feeling slutty.

“Or,” said Daniel, should we get her to spread out and cum all over her.

“Cum bath sounds like fun, I think,” said Eric.  “Steven, you care?”

“Fine with me!   But not on the bed… Too hard to get to her.  How about if she 
spreads out on the recliner?”

There was general agreement.

She got off the bed and walked over to the chair… slightly dizzy, but she was 
okay.  She sat in the recliner and found the control, lifting the foot rest and 
reclining the back.  They all gathered around her; she was looking forward to 
watching.  She tilted her head to give Ely’s cock a lick…

“Hey, now, that’s not fair.”  It was Carl.  “I think it might help us if you 
played with your tits and that hot little pussy of yours.”

Which was just the thing she wanted to do.  She slid her left hand down to her 
clit… It was a shame that no guy had ever, or probably would ever, touch her 
just the way she wanted, but then…she tended to like it a bit different each 
time she took matters into her own hand.  And this was different, too, using her 
fingers to spread her lips for show.  How wet she was!  Steven was probably 
going to freak; it always annoyed him that her preference was to masturbate 
while on her stomach.  A treat for the hubby, then.

Oh, yeah.  Her breast.  She fondled her right breast, lifting it, then began to 
rub her nipple between her fingers.  She pulled on it too, stretching it, quite 
far really, giving them a show.

But that was for the guys.   They were putting on a show of their own, and she 
didn’t want to miss a drop.  They all used only one hand…she might have thought 
they would have used two, working their balls a bit.

Even from her vantage point, it was amazing to see the difference in the way 
they looked, the way they held themselves, and the pace at which they stroked.  
But the common factor was that the cock heads were all so big, the skin 
stretched taught, and so red…deep red, with a bluish tint even…

Precum.  She saw it on Roger and Brock’s cocks.  They were close.  She looked up 
to see Steven’s cock above her head, standing behind the recliner.   This was 
his fantasy after all, right?  Time to add a bit to it.

She began rubbing her clit with both hands, really putting on a show.  “You like 
that Steven?  You like all these guys looking at my pussy?  Did you like it when 
they fucked me?”

He was incapable of speaking, she saw.  He was breathing deeply, and pre-cum was 
covering the head of his cock.

“You like it when they cum in me?  I do, Steven.  I do.  And I like it when you 
do, too.  Yours is for keeps.  But I want them to fuck me some more.  Steven.  
Cum on me. Now.”

And he did, landing his cum on her neck and chin before dribbling on her cheek 
and forehead.  And then the others came, wonderful shots of arching sticky cum, 
landing on her breasts and abdomen, mostly, with bits on her hands, her 
shoulder, and a dribble on her lips, which she licked off.

“Hayley, I haven’t finished yet, but would you ride me like you did Roger?”   It 
was Carl…  She had planned on rinsing off before another round, but…  yeah, 
wait, no! 

“Carl, come rinse me off in the shower.  And then I’ll fuck you and whoever 
wants to stay as long as you like.”


Epilogue:

Steven woke her at noon.  “I’ve called for a late checkout.  We still have 
plenty of time to catch our plane.  How you feeling?”

“I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck, right between my legs.  This is 
worse than the last time… I don’t think I’ll be giving you any more pills.”

Steven looked alarmed.

“Kidding… just kidding, but sheesh.  You’re quite the stud.”  Steven didn’t look 
like he was going to respond.  “Or, is there a giant vibrator you’re hiding 
somewhere?”

Steven replied, “You don’t…”

“Here we go again.  I get tired of starting the day after with that.  Why don’t 
you tell me what happened?”

“And spoil all the fun?”



They were waiting in the registration lobby for Carolyn, who was going to share 
a cab with them.  She showed a few minutes late.

“Excuse me,” said Steven.  His cell phone had just rung, and he stepped away to 
a quieter spot.



Carolyn handed her two bags, a small one and a big one.  “Okay, here.   These 
three are ready to go.  And this bag has the empties.  Hide them in a safe 
place.”

“So, where did you get gelcaps?”

“Trade secret.”

“Okay, I won’t push.  So I just fill them with sugar?”

“Or saccharine, whatever.  Works like a charm.”

“I’ve never tasted anything anyway.”

“Yeah, but they need something for weight,” Carolyn added.  “Are you ever going 
to tell him?”

“Probably.  Maybe.  Someday.  If I’m not mistaken he’s inviting Tim over to 
dinner again… I told you about him.  That’s probably who just called him.  I 
think it might be easier to just accidentally forget to take the pill than to 
explain the ruse.”

“Yeah, I like that!  It would clear it all up without implicating me!”

Hayley laughed.  “We’ll see.  Honestly, I get a kick letting him think he can 
get away with anything.  If I changed the deal, he might not be as creative.”

“Yes, but you could talk about it afterwards.”

“We’ll see.  I’m sure we will someday.  I can’t thank you enough.”

“Hey, you wanted a gang bang.  It took a bit of time, some careful hinting on 
your part, and a few bogus pills, but all I asked was that you trust me.”

“And I did!”


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