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I Will Do Anything

It had been months since Mary Ellen and Lorenzo had played with anyone else. And, as the parents of teenage children, oftentimes, they have too much on their plates to go out. But when there are no conflicts standing in their way, they really enjoy shaking the dust off. To accomplish this takes a lot of planning: babysitters lined up, dinners arranged, sexy clothing, “prep-ing” the swinger bag, and signing up for the event on SLS.

About a month ago, an opportunity arose and they managed to get away one sweltering Saturday evening. Mary Ellen ordered sexy clothing from Spicy Lingerie and put on those high heels that she doesn’t get to wear very often. At five feet seven and one hundred twenty pounds of curvy Zumba muscle, she loves it when she’s dancing and receiving sexy compliments. She enjoys being asked for permission to touch her STFU butt. The secret of getting to his wife, Lorenzo learned long ago, is if the man (or woman) has the proper touch when fondling her derriere. If so, she will literally become putty in their hands. Even those who come up, however awkwardly, and whisper the right things, might get a flushed smile and a nod, yes.

Half way into the night at Pleasure Gardens they had already done a fair amount of people watching, had sexy conversations with others, and exchanged partners for body-rubbing dancing. Then they decided to walk around and peek into the tiny cabanas where some sexy couples and single males had retreated to get intimately acquainted. They stopped and watched the action in one cabana where three women and two men were starting to get down to it. A very well endowed Hispanic man stood while two curvy women appeared to be in some sort of friendly competition to see who could swallow the most of his jumbo salami. The other female on the far side of the bed rose up and then joined the competition as a crowd of about ten people quietly observed that there were three gorgeous women taking turns sucking one dick. Unfair? Maybe. His cock was so enormous though that you could see how he could easily handle the attention.

Mary Ellen and and her husband were part of that group that stood there entranced, watching and were a little bit startled when a dark, alluring woman of about forty-seven stood on tip toes, leaned in between them from behind, and said in a throaty voice, "That's certainly hot isn't it?” She flashed each of them a bright, white smile as they turned their heads in unison and then caught their breath as they first viewed her beautiful, natural looking face. Lorenzo stared too long and felt her sensuous hand on the small of his back easily slide up and then playfully tug his long ponytail that his wife had entreated him to grow out four years ago. Lorenzo looked her in the eye again and she had a calm but puzzling look that he should have thought about more as she introduced herself as Kathleen. Because of her stunning looks, they both nervously answered her probing questions about the action that was happening in front of them.

“I’m betting on the blonde to suck it the deepest. How about you?” she asked.

Always the lighthearted one, Lorenzo replied quickly. “That’s not her real hair color do you think?”

Eventually their nervousness ebbed and things seemed to be going well when she patted them both on the back and said, "See ya!"

“Wow!” they both uttered simultaneously, gawking, while she sashayed away.

Somewhat dumbfounded, they both meandered on to each of the separate cabanas, wondering if that highly charged experience with Kathleen could be topped. “I have to visit the potty.” Mary Ellen said to Lorenzo. She left him there and disappeared into the crowd. He felt uncomfortable with thoughts that others might perceive him as a single guy perving as he observed. Upon her return, they peeked in here and there at a couple more places. Not finding that magnetic connection with another couple that night, they said goodbye to the hosts and left shortly after one o’clock for the hour long trip home.

In the car, they fell into their usual routine. Always the same questions get asked. “Who was HE the most attracted to?” He waited for it. “Was it the woman in the pink lingerie that he had danced with?” He continued to wait for it. “Was it the woman in the gold chemise who danced with her tits out on the dance floor?” She’s got to know.... “Who would you have picked out to fuck first?........ Was it Kathleen?”

“Kathleen.” he blurted out immediately, Then it was his turn to ask her who she would have played with if she had the opportunity. “Was it tribal tattoo guy? Was it the tall black guy? How about big ol’ dick Hispanic dude?”

She stated without hesitation and in a steady voice, “I would have LOVED to fuck Kathleen.” She held up her right hand to “high-five” him and they slapped hands. Mary Ellen identifies as not really bi but bi-friendly and she has had less than a handful of women lovers in her past. When she goes there though, she falls for the woman’s soft, fluffy, moist lips. Her own will positively linger forever on soft, smooth titties too. She also hides a hair fetish and loves when long hair rebelliously dangles down a woman’s face. Using her hand, she loves to part that hair back before diving in to embrace her lips. "Oh yes, I would have licked her for hours! Gosh, my pussy got so wet as we were talking with her.” she moaned. Lorenzo recognized that this was a strong statement from her.

He thought about it for a moment and let it sink in. Then he said, “Well, unless you can find her profile on SLS, there’s one that got away.” She didn’t immediately respond but then slowly turned and smiled at him like the cat that swallowed the canary. She reached in her purse and pulled out her iPhone as to physically show him evidence.

“I got her number when I was standing in line for the bathroom.” He held up his hand and they high-fived again.

The next morning was a regular Sunday morning. Pancakes for the kids and afterward, he went in the yard to pretend to do some outside chores. In reality, he was still trying to fully awaken and shake off his clinging slumber. His beautiful wife appeared from around the corner of the house and approached him for a private word. Not directly but she soon got to the point of her seeking him out. She asked him his thoughts about Kathleen. She really wanted to set up a date soon with her. He laughed when she finally came out with it. “Okay, let’s set it up.” Mary Ellen then hesitated a second and told him that as part of her short conversation in line for the bathroom, Kathleen had revealed that she was a feminist and “Dominant Fem.”.

“I know that you are uneasy with the word feminist and that you may feel uncomfortable with her political stances. Even her attitude toward you, you may find rubs you the wrong way.” At this point Mary Ellen placed both hands to the side of his face, looked him straight in the eyes and said,” But, I REALLY, REALLY want to make this happen. I have never, ever felt so strongly a physical attraction for another woman. The idea of kissing her makes my hair stand up and my pussy tingle.” She then gave him a soft kiss on his lips and they kissed each other in the sunshine tenderly, back and forth. “I want to kiss her like that.”

Pausing he asked, “Is she a lesbian? Is that what you are trying to say to me?” Her line of communication was firing off questions in his brain. Was this something that was going to lead to discomfort for him? They had always had a rule that they only played together in the same room; so he didn’t know where this was going exactly. It was his turn to face her directly. “Is this attraction is so strong that it could come between us? Should I worry?” he asked as his eyes implored her for complete honesty.

She paused and swallowed and then chose her words carefully. Returning his gaze, she said, “This would never come between us but I would do just about ANYTHING to have the opportunity to play with her.” Was his own attraction for Kathleen off base? Had he read the signals wrong? His wife and soulmate, Mary Ellen, the woman he’d known forever, seem to be bowled over by this Kathleen. “I’m going to text her.” she said as she walked back toward the house. Under his breath he mumbled, “Well if it's something that you really want to pursue then you'd better go for it.”

Lorenzo could hear his wife’s phone buzzing frequently the remainder of the day. Kathleen had responded back almost immediately and it continued to vibrate over the next few weeks. He felt as if he was falling further and further out of the loop. His direct questions received somewhat vague answers. He was feeling “off kilter.”

When Mary Ellen decides to get something done, she's like many other women, wives, and moms; it gets done! She set up a date for the Saturday after next. Later, it had to be extended to the third weekend because of unforeseen changes in Kathleen’s schedule. She then made arrangements for their children to stay that weekend at their grandparents’ house. Mysterious packages arrived via the UPS, FedEx, and USPS.

Saturday night, when everything had been ironed out, he entered the master bedroom to shower and saw that his clothes were already laid out on the bed that she wanted him to wear. Her hair and nails had been done earlier in the day at the beauty salon. Mary Ellen spent longer than usual, applying her makeup and getting it just right. An unusual thing: she slid into the passenger seat dressed in her new play lingerie and her fuck-me pumps. Usually, she wore her semi-vanilla clothes (in case of a traffic stop or something) and then changed in the car, at their destination. Not tonight. The privacy tint on the windows wouldn’t hide her. Neighbors, SUV drivers,and truck drivers could all see that he was driving this fuckable slut someplace special tonight. Why were the usual signs all different?

Kathleen lived in a fairly nondescript two-story brick house near the city center. They parked nearby, walked up the concrete path, and rang the doorbell. In the back of his mind, it struck him odd how Mary Ellen knew exactly everything to do and was so methodical in doing it. Standing there waiting, Lorenzo eyed his wife in her full super-sexy outfit. Inside his head he thought, “Wow, she’s smoking hot and whatever this night brings, I know I can’t wait to fuck her brains out.” He whispered in her ear, “You are so sexy tonight. I loved you baby.”

She turned and said, “Ahh, I love you too honey. Do I look all right?” Kathleen opened the door and it was quite a visual juxtaposition in the appearances of the two women. Mary Ellen was dressed to kill; Kathleen appeared almost ... (Lorenzo racked his brain for the word) ….frumpy! She opened the door but then turned on her heel and led them in with no more than three words. She instructed Mary Ellen to open the wine that was chilling on the table. Mary Ellen then whispered low to Lorenzo, “Open the wine and whatever you do, DO NOT blow it tonight!” He made a face about receiving orders down along the chain of command and mockingly mouthed them silently. Then to him again, she said in a whisper through clenched teeth, “DO NOT FUCK ANY OF THIS UP TONIGHT!”

Kathleen emerged from a back bedroom about ten to fifteen minutes later. Wow! What a transformation. She was dressed in a black dominatrix outfit. She had on hose attached to a garter belt stuffed into knee-high leather boots, a sheer lace corset, braided smooth shiny hair, and impeccably done makeup. She stood six inches taller than before and strode commandingly to the couch and sat all by herself. She then nodded at Mary Ellen and said, “I’m thirsty.” Mary Ellen turned to Lorenzo and indicated for him to serve Kathleen some wine. Kathleen informed Mary Ellen, “From now on I’m to be called Mistress or Mistress K.”

Mary Ellen responded immediately, “Yes Mistress.” She then looked at her husband and he smiled a subtle, absolutely phony smile and scoffed. Daggers appeared in his wife’s eyes as she shot him a glaring look to shut him up. Then he nodded in acceptance and he said flatly, “Yes Mistress K.”

“Follow me.” Through the house they went and down a flight of stairs into a basement where she flicked on mood lighting. “Have him sit here on this bench.” Mary Ellen looked at the large bench, snapped her fingers, and pointed for him to comply. Mistress K switched the receiver on to heavy metal and increased the volume.

The bench obviously was for immobilizing a submissive and had many places for attaching restraints. He had been tied up before and knew that it could be fun, so he sat. Mistress K demonstrated what was to be done and handed leather bindings to his wife. When the straps were on and solidly secure, some shears appeared and in no time at all, his clothes were shredded, removed, and he was bound leaning back, stark naked. “There goes some clothes with a couple of years wear still in them.” he thought to himself. Overall though, he was impressed with the quickness to get down to business and to get this party started.

Immediately he heard a buzzing noise and he thought to himself, “Here comes the Hitachi!” Instead it turned out to be grooming shears, much like the kind you’d find in a drugstore for sculpting beards. Mistress K told Mary Ellen, “It all has to come off. All of it! Chest hair, under arm hair, leg hair, pubic hair, back hair: it all needs to come off.” She carefully took her time and he was left with short stubble all over his body except for his long ponytail. “SPOOSH,” was the sound of shaving cream coming out of the can. An orange razor deftly appeared “SWWIIIIISH, SWWIIIIISH” marking his body like a farmer plowing a field. The only hair remaining on his body was the long pony tail that his wife so desires. A wet washcloth rinsed him all over and then the faint scent of warm, burnt hair entered his nostrils and he found that his long hair was being wetted, styled with a straightening iron, and then gelled, perfumed, and the “PISSSH- PISSSH” of a hairspray bottle as mist fell on him..

“This is thorough.” he thought. He was being feminized and he got a little aroused by all the attention that his wife and the commanding Kathleen, uh Mistress K, were lavishing upon him. “Nope!” Mistress K opened a drawer and quickly attached a cock cage to his awakening dick and locked it down.

Next, Mistress K systematically applied make-up to his face. The restraints were rearranged or replaced with different ones, tightened, and then he was told to comply in putting on new clothes. Female clothes? Short Catholic girl skirt, bra, sheer lace top, garter belt, and open-crotch fishnet hose. Then “Come-Fuck-Me-Heels” were slipped on which strangely fit his foot perfectly? “Huh?” He looked at his wife questioningly but she didn’t return his gaze. He’s wasn’t really worried at this point because of their unspoken trust. Internally he reminded himself that Mary Ellen really must want this all to happen if she's willing to subject him to this. She nodded her head at every stage as if assuring him to surrender and go along. Through his increasing uncomfort, he complied so that he wouldn’t “blow-it’ for her. His head was turned by Mistress K’s hands to a huge mirror and she then stated how lovely he now looks. Lorenzo looked into it to observe but all he saw was a homely, caricature of a woman. Mistress K observed his consternation, threw back her head and giggled mockingly.

"You've earned your reward slave, come to me now.” Mistress K relaxed back upon a black leather chaise and Mary Ellen moved to join her. Mistress K then began to caress her and pet her. She kissed her tenderly. What were nibbles on the lips led to snail like tongues intertwining deeper and deeper. “Ah yes, this is going to be good.” She leaned back, kissed Mary Ellen’s fingers and guided her head slowly down to her chest. Ultimately, she pushed her down to her knees to be kissed. Then later, she pulled her firmly by the hair, which she held wadded into her hand. Mary Ellen was guided back on up to Mistress K’s bare snatch; which looked open-for-business.

Now, Mary Ellen moves in so slowly and relishes what she has been desiring for the last three weeks. Like a savory French meal, she spends much time kissing and tracing wet designs on Mistress’ inner thighs amid oohs and aahs. She gently pushes Mistress’s knees back up near her ears and aims the tip of her tongue, like a cruise missile on route to her perineum. From the bottom up to the top. A barely audible “Umm!” can be heard above the rhythm of the music. Slowly, very slowly, Mary Ellen maneuvers her love weapon to the labia on each side, mixing in some caressing sucks and soft bites until she eventually reaches Mistress’s eagerly awaiting clitorus. Mistress K scoots her hips forward and tugs on Mary Ellen’s hair and utters, “There!” Minutes pass. Mistress K jerks. Mary Ellen changes what she’s doing while Mistress K remarks astonishingly, “Oh, I like that too!” She stretches out her bucking wobbly legs in front of her. She spasms frequently and breathes erratically. Lorenzo recognizes the signs of what is unfolding before his eyes. It has happened to him many times too.

He knows the dreamlike trance that begins where you seemingly are setting out for an easy Sunday stroll on a bright warm day with an amiable friend. The conversation flows, and there are many shared jokes and laughs. Then suddenly, and you don’t know how it has happened, you become aware that you are vaguely witnessing yourself getting out of a gondola that has arrived at the top on a mountain peak in the Swiss Alps. You question why you are suited up in a wingsuit? You find you are holding hands with Mary Ellen and she firmly positions you on the cliff’s edge and pulls you off with her. After the shock of free-falling, you are flying with her in tandem to the valley below.

Sometime afterward, Mary Ellen shifts her position perpendicular to Mistress K, licks the two middle fingers of her right hand and slides them in a very gobbulish vagina, and then proceeds to work her fingers, thumb, and her tongue in a slow easy pumping syncopation. Mistress K’s eyes open wide, then shut and then she curses, “FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh FUCK, no! Oh FUCK no! FUUUCCCKKK!” She’s not in control anymore and she won’t be for quite a long time. Lorenzo smiles satisfied.

Slowing down, Mary Ellen guides her mistress back down to where each can catch their breath for a moment. Then she is back at it. Again, they have waited in line? Seemingly purchased another ticket? Back on that on gondola being lifted up and up again? This time, Mary Ellen plays her like a fisherman that has the hook sunk in deep and is playing the line. Letting it out and then bringing it back in. Letting it out and then bringing it back in. Will Mary Ellen have Mistress wrapped around her two little fingers when all is said and done tonight? “Ahhhhhh. FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!” There they go off that cliff again.

Mary Ellen and Mistress K lay there together in the afterglow for quite some time. Lorenzo rests his head back against the bench and waits for them to recover. She stirs eventually and this awakens Mistress K who exhales and looks over with stars still in her eyes. “Is that everything that you wished for Mistress?”

“Ugh.” she exhales deeply, “You can call me Kathleen from now on.”

“ May I still call you mistress when I have something important to ask of you?”

“Yes, yes if you like.”

“ I do have something important to ask of you Mistress. My husband has been very patient don't you think?”

“ I think that YOU should be rewarded. What do you have in mind?”

“ Mistress. You said that you were going to fuck me with your strap on, I'd like you to do that while my husband licks my pussy.”

“ Will that satisfy you like I’m satisfied right now?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Mary Ellen arises and adjusts the bench. She lowers the end that supports Lorenzo’s head and then straddles his face backward. He starts to speak but she shushes him and places her runny pussy onto his painted pink lips. Instinctively he sticks out his tongue and her soaking pussy juices bathe his entire face in warm goo. Her copious love honey runs down and smears the make-up on his face. Slippery labia cover his lips and tongue. He locates her clit and she slides back and forth, back and forth on his tongue.

Meanwhile, Mistress K has slipped into her strap-on harness and she’s inserted a six inch, curved, smooth, purple dildo. She steps up to side stirrups, grabs Mary Ellen by the butt cheeks, pushes her forward on the back and pulls her hips up momentarily. Using her right hand she forces the dildo deep into Lorenzo’s semi-resistant mouth. She pulls out slowly and shoves it back deep in his throat. Holding it there several seconds, he chokes and gags. She pulls out again, and smoothly inserts her purple cock into his wife's sopping hole. She cooes approvingly in time with each slowly moving thrust which glides further and deeper. Mary Ellen groans insatiably and grunts with each slow thrust hitting her willing G-spot. The back and forth motion becomes more rhythmic. Mary Ellen then gains some control and is able again to place her lubricated clit in contact with her husband’s protruding tongue and lips. The stimulation becomes too much for her at one point and she yells, “Stop!” She tries to shut down the wave that she knows is approaching too quickly, and strongly. She wants to relish the thought that she is right now at the point where she had let her imagination take her over the last three weeks. Below, her husband is showing his total commitment to her. Behind her is this gorgeous, commanding, sexy, seductive woman whom she has been fantasizing about. Mistress K grabs a handful of Mary Ellen’s hair like the reins of a horse and pulls her head back. This is the signal to giddyup and all three labor feverishly until a scream works its way from her toes up to the tip of her tongue and she shouts like a woman who’s received the Holy Ghost at a tented religious festival.

He tolerated the dead weight on his body as long as he could; until his neck ached in a stiff pain. He had to shift Mary Ellen off of his face. This stirred her and she turned and said “Mistress, I'd like to have his cock in my mouth now.” Kathleen slipped a keychain from around her wrist and unlocked the cock cage. Finally freed, Lorenzo’s dick started to stir slightly. Mary Ellen kissed it from the base to the tip and it grew. She lovingly enveloped his stiffening member and sucked a gentle suction that hardened him. She moaned and the vibration went from her throat into his fully engorged and throbbing cock. Mistress K resumed her long gentle thrusts in and out of Mary Ellen’s dripping pussy and white foam bubbles appeared around the base of the harness ring. The sounds of air being pushed in and sucked out of her sloppy pussy mingled with the thumping music and other sounds of sex in the room. Lorenzo matched the pleasure that his wife was giving his cock by applying more pressure to her swollen clit. She felt the male strength of his tongue protrude out of the slick surface of his mouth and glide up against her swollen mons and tickle her clit. Her G-spot was being love punched by the pounding dildo. She surfed over another giant orgasmic wave and and the tide delivered her to sensation shore.

Mistress K smiled and withdrew old reliable from this new lesbian slut that was now owned by her. Then grabbed a wet towelette and perfunctorily wiped it. She reached and handed over a harness fitted with a brown dildo to Mary Ellen. She unlocked Lorenzo’s restraints and refastened them on the bench so that now he was on his hands and knees. When Mary Ellen was ready, Kathleen guided her to the his front. She commanded, “Suck her brown cock you whore!” His wife politely inserted it between his hesitant pink lips until it fit comfortably in the front of his mouth. She looked into his eyes and he looked back and she thrilled in this satisfaction. This “switched” picture of power: how often had he gazed at her with his cock in her mouth? Mary Ellen started to rock back and forth; shoving the dildo in deeper. Saliva beaded from the corners of his mouth. Tears appeared at the edges of his eyes as she continued to rock back and forth. He choked. She shivered and another powerful orgasm swept across her body as Mistress stood behind pulling on her nipples. He gagged a couple of times more and she backed out a little but didn’t remove her eyes. She didn’t want to miss any of this.

Then Mistress K moved to the rear of Lorenzo. “SLUUUUUPPPPPPT!!” came a long sound as she pumped from a container of anal lube into her hand and pasted it to his bottom. She found a glob with her finger and pushed it inside his butthole. She pulled side to side against the muscles of his sphincter, opening him up with less and less resistance. With practiced expertise, there were now two fingers in and she was rubbing and drawing him open, wider and wider. With the extra lube that remained in her hand she greased her purple dildo and pushed it slowly in about an inch. He groaned and bucked. She grabbed him by the hips and pushed ahead undeterred until she was now in him; fully up to the hilt. “Ughhh! Oh gawd!” he protested to no avail. He realized to do so further was useless. Mistress K now owned him completely and she reassured him in a cooing voice that she was enjoying his total submission as she began pegging him. “What a sweet, submissive bitch you are!”

The two truly worked him over. They searched and together found the pace that they wanted. In past MFM play sessions, his wife had been on the spit several times and she had found the way to enjoying it. He had never imagined himself being there and he was finding it an odd situation: a little painful, a little pleasurable, and yet so demasculinizing. It was a complete turnabout. The realization fully hit: he had been made over into a sissy and his wife was agreeably complacent. His erection disappeared as he was pounded. Upon noticing this, Mistress K reached around and began stroking him with what seemed a well practiced lubricated hand. He didn’t think that his hard-on would return but it reappeared with the oral sensations he was receiving in his mouth, Mistress K’s pounding his P-spot and her stroking him. He felt it building until he grunted, “SPURT! SPURT!” Cum shot like a whaler’s harpoon out of his over-stimulated body. A second gigantic “SPURT” followed and splattered just short of the first, all over the top of the black bench. A puddle of jism ran over the edge, dangled down the side, and fell to the carpet below. He opened his mouth, turned his head, and used his tongue to push the brown cock out. He cried out when the purple one withdrew out of his anus with a “SWOOOSH,” like a subway train in a tunnel. Both women saw that for the time being, he was done. He collapsed into the pool of cum on the bench and lay spent.

He became vaguely aware that they had dimmed the lights, unharnessed themselves, and had climbed the stairs up to the level above. The world disappeared and Lorenzo faded into the ether. A while later, Lorenzo thought he could hear the faint sounds of a microwave and the smell of pizza. The aroma pulled him out of his slumber and to consciousness. In the dim reddish light he found the keys had been left on the bench. The restraints had been unlocked and he struggled to stand up. He staggered around until he found a doorway to the left that led into a small bathroom. He searched with his hand for the lights and they blinked on in three bursts until they were on steady. He found a toilet and relieved himself. He shed his new, dainty clothes on the floor before climbing into a corner shower. He located soap and vigorously scoured, with sudsy hands, his face. He gently soaped his bunghole and it burned. Satisfied that he’d done his best to scr*pe off his feeling of humiliation, he rinsed with extra hot water and then toweled off. His clothes had been cut off earlier, so what was he to wear? He had no choice but to climb the stairs naked.

He heard voices on the far side of the house. The light from the kitchen was bright as he approached and he heard “happy, giggly talk” coming from the dining room. He stepped into the brightness, blinked, and spotted his wife, who was still radiant from her sexual encounter, eating pizza, and enjoying having her back muscles rubbed from behind. Kathleen smiled and covered her silent laugh with her hand. That reaction triggered a total physical reaction in Lorenzo. Mary Ellen saw it immediately and the realization struck her like a speeding delivery truck on a one way street. In that momentary silence it dawned on her that she had seen that face a couple of times before in their life together. This was not the time for friendly joking. She jumped up and ran wordlessly into the living room. Kathleen must have not been able to read his signs. “Have some pizza. You’re probably hungry after being fucked like a rag doll.”

For someone who was supposed to intuitively pick up on the every thought of her submissives and be responsive to them, she was clearly missing out on the storm that was beginning to boil dangerously inside of him. His wife returned with his trousers on her arm and the swinger bag with clothes she had packed earlier for him to put on after play. She silently helped her husband into them. Without another word spoken, Mary Ellen and Lorenzo headed for the front door and their parked car.

Mistress K followed and called after them. ”Wait! I’m missing out on something here, aren’t I?”

“You sure the fuck are!” spit out Lorenzo.

Mary Ellen continued to pull her husband toward the front door.

“Don’t go yet!”

“If you are going to say something, say it now and make it real good or we’re outta here for good!” Lorenzo stated forcefully and not caring if at this point be “blew it.”

“I’m not a cunt, okay?”

He realized that he’d not had much interaction with Kathleen to know the accuracy of this statement. All he knew was HIS feelings. His feelings were telling him that things were not right. He was mulling over many options in his mind. Should I throw a punch in this bitch’s face or just get the heck out of here? Mary Ellen was pretty good at reading his mind and pulled steadily on his arm toward the door again.

“Wait!” A long silence followed. “Would you believe that I got too caught up? I guess that I didn’t think I would wind up in this head-space. I guess I’ve crossed a line. I’m sorry. I, I, I didn’t pay attention…. Tonight’s play made me lose myself. Usually that doesn’t happen. Right now I don’t know exactly where I fucked up but I’m willing to say that I did.”

Mary Ellen spoke up, “Kathleen, earlier I told my husband to not fuck up this experience for me and he didn’t. He did all of this for me. I can see he’s upset. I know that he would do ANYTHING for me. He did his part tonight. It’s, it’s my fault...” She opened the door and they were down the walk to the car with their minds trailing far behind.

“VBBBB! VBBBB!” On the floor of the car and through her bag the phone lite up and vibrated. It was a text message. “I’m sorry! Let me make it up to him. I don’t want this to end this way. Please!!! I will do ANYTHING to make this up to both of you!” Mary Ellen read the message and clicked the phone off.

“VBBBB! VBBBB!” “I’m sorry! PLEASE come back!” appeared next on the screen of the iPhone.

“VBBBB! VBBBB!” “Please tell Lorenzo I will do ANYTHING to make this up to him.”

“VBBBB! VBBBB!” A picture selfie showed: Kathleen, with prayer hands, was on her knees. “Please! I will do ANYTHING! Please!”

Mary Ellen read the messages, silently turned in her seat, and flashed “those eyes” at Lorenzo.

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