The Space Freighter Libereco - Kurigo is Called to the Core - Part 1

 

“Shit. What’s this?” you ask as you see a message pop up on your minividi. Your ship, the independent space freighter Libereco, pulled into a supply point after months of supply runs. As ship’s doctor, you have had a pretty easy time of it. A few scrapes and busted knuckles, and even the occasional STD to treat, but all in all a pretty easy time, as a ship’s doctor. As a member of the crew, that’s a different thing. You have helped negotiate and deliver more than a few supply runs, and of course, once a colony or settlement heard that you are a doctor, they come out of the woodwork to get looked at.

It’s ironic, if the colonists stayed in the Core systems, medicine would be free and available. All preventive medicine and treatments are overseen by the Union of Medical Professionals, or UMP, (you always hated how that sounded. “Ump” which rhymes with “hump”, “thump”, and “chump”). In the Core systems, the costs of medical treatments are paid by the taxes and duties paid by everyone. It’s a good system, but you know there are those who don’t agree with it, which is why they moved out to the Rim.

Your minividi is blinking that there is a message for you and it appeared when you connected to the stations network, so you could check for news and updates. But this message isn’t from the ship or Skipper but from the Core.

Everyone on the ship just calls you Kurgio or Doc, but this message is addressed to your given name, something you haven’t used in jaros. You download it and disconnect from the system and set the minividi for “stand alone” mode. You use the minividi’s shield program to check and see if it is a fake or a scam. It says that there’s nothing harmful on it, and by disconnecting from everything, there’s no way to “back door” something onto it. You open the message. It’s text. You expected a video or something, but it is just written message. A letter.

“Son, there is no easy way to say this, but your father is dead. The funeral will be next week, but I doubt you will get this in time. I don’t know how long it will be until you open this. I know your father and you disagreed about your choices. But he is dead now. Just come home. Your loving Mother.” At the bottom of the message are your parents’ official UMP codes. You could scan them to verify their authenticity, but you recognize them.

“Shit” you say out loud.

Meko comes up behind you, “Anything wrong?”

You turn and look at the ship’s mechanic, a young wiry guy, who sometimes irritates you. But this time the look of concern on his face is genuine.

“I need to talk to Skipper. I need to go home.” You say blinking back tears in your eyes.

You walk through the ship and knock at the Captain’s Quarters. “Come on in.” you hear her say.

“Skipper, I need to go home. I got a message calling me back to the Core.” You tell her, trying to keep a steady tone to your voice.

“Are you sure it’s legit? We aren’t registered with the SG, so I don’t think your name is connected to us.” She says with a slightly defensive tone.

“Skipper, I don’t think it was directed at the Libereco. If it would have been, Oficiro Lee or someone official would have sent us a link. I think it was set for me.” You explain the best you can.

She is silent for a moment. “Ok. We have to deliver these supplies to the client. Then we can go to the Core systems.”

“Thanks, Skipper.” You say and turn to leave.

“Kurgio, have Cookie check the message. She’s good at spotting fakes. If it is legit, she should be able to tell you.” She says in a softer tone.

You nod and head for the cargo bay.

Cookie is doing an inventory of the supplies as Helm and Navs unload the intraship transport. “How is it going?” you ask.

She doesn’t look up from her minividi, “I think we are good. Everything seems to be here. Do you need something Doc?”

For some reason a nervous feeling moves into your throat and you swallow it down. “I got a strange message. Skipper suggested you check it when you have time.”

She quickly glances up at you, “Head for the galley. I’ll look at it when I’m done.”

“Can we do it in the Med Bay?” You ask in a slightly serious tone.

She nods. “See you there, once I’m done.”

You connect your minividi to the ship and put the message on the Med Bay’s main vidi. As you reread it, you can almost hear your mother’s voice. “Damn it.” You say to yourself, as you lie in the reclining med couch.

A little while later Cookie knocks at the open hatchway. “Doc, you need me to check something?” In her hand she is carrying two steaming mugs. “Here, I made a cup of your herbal tea. You sounded like you need a little something to help relax.”

You sit up and take it from her. You breathe in the warm aroma and then take a sip. It is hot but tasty.

She looks at the main vidi. “Oh damn, Doc. Your dad’s dead?”

You take a deeper sip and swallow. The hot tea burns the back of your throat a bit as it goes down, but the pain makes it all seem more real. “Yeah, it looks like it. Skipper wanted you to verify the UMP signature stamps.”

She touches the screen and pulls up a toolbar and clicks on a tool near the Stamp Verification tool you could have used. “Do you have any doubts?” she asks.

You take another sip and slowly shake your head.

She taps the screen a couple of times, reading the results. “This was a month ago. The dates and data check out. If it’s a fake it’s better than what I can make. It’s got not only UMP code, medical license number, but the verification of the hospital they were assigned to. Even in retirement that doesn’t leave your code.”

“What’s that?” you ask as you stand up and look closely at the screen.

She taps the verification tool again and shows you the codes. As you read it, their names, status: retired, then you nod and say “Yes, that is the hospital they both worked at.”

“Your mom is a doctor?” Cookie asks in surprise.

You shake your head, “No, she worked in hospital administration, so part of the UMP.”

Cookie nods. “That makes sense. Good to know.” She takes a sip of her tea. “Did Skipper say when we are going?”

“Right after this run. When the client pays, we’ll head to the Core.” You say as you close the letter. You pull up a blank document and put your UMP stamp on it. Without the tool it looks like a digital UMP Stamp. But by using the tool she had opened, you read the data. It has your real name, your license number, title of Ship’s Doctor, assigned to Freighter Libereco.

“Cookie, Can you remove data from a stamp?” You ask.

“Doc, I can do a lot of things, but that’s your Medical Stamp. That authorizes meds, treatment, hospital access, and everything that the system will allow. If I alter it, it could damage your permissions.”

“But as it is, it could be used to trace me.” You say, tapping the screen.

“You aren’t on the run. You are a ship’s doctor, and a member of the Libereco crew. What’s the issue?” She says with a tone of confusion.

“I’m probably just being silly but, I didn’t think I could be tracked. I thought I disappeared from the system.” You respond.

“No, Doc. As much as we try to tell ourselves we are ‘free holders’ living on the rim, we are in reality, plugged in. We skirt the law, keep our heads down and don’t attract attention. ‘To live outside the law, you must be honest’. That’s what we do.” She says tapping off the tool and closing your blank document. “You said this went directly to your minividi when you connected to the station. If it was looking for our ship, it would have loaded when we landed. This message was waiting for you and you alone. Probably on all the supply stations’ networks.”

“One last question. Who can read the Stamps the way you just did?” You ask genuinely curious.

“Anyone with a code verification and scanning program. Maristos, Cargo Chiefs, Admins, and anyone who needs to verify that a Stamp is legit at a deeper level than just a surface verification. Out on the rim, it’s not done much, but…”

“But back at the Core, it’s done all the time. Got it.” You say now that you understand.

Now it makes sense that your mother would place both her’s and your father’s Stamps on the message so you could verify it is real.

You finish your mug. “Thanks Cookie, and thanks for the tea.”

She takes the empty mug from you. “I’m heading back to the galley, so I’ll take it. Is there anything else you need?”

“No, nothing you can help with.” You say.

Over the next couple of days, You spend as much time exercising as you do anything else. Between using the treadmill, lifting weights, and the resistance machine, you work out to remove stress and tension, as much as you do to maintain muscle mass and bone density.

Helm comes by as you are on the treadmill, wearing a pair of tight shorts and a form fitting shirt. “Kurgio, are you doing okay?” he asks as he gets on the resistance machine.

“Yeah, Helm. I’m just trying to relax a bit. It’s been jaros since I was back at the Core.” You say, as you jog at a steady pace, wearing a similar exercise outfit, good for wicking sweat from the body.

“I’m sorry to hear about your farther. Were you close?” Helm asks.

“Not really.” You say in an almost distracted tone.

He adjusts the tension on the machine and then starts doing arm repetitions.

“How about you?” you ask to try to shift your focus.

Helm switches arms. “My father was a Komandanto on one of the big Ataka Sipos during ‘Unification and Civilization’, so I didn’t really see him much.”

“Damn” you say as you wipe some sweat off of your forehead with your towel, still jogging. “So your father glassed colonies and relocated them? That must be tough.”

He switches the machine so he can do crunches. “I didn’t really know much about that until I was at the Academy. I just knew he was away, and working for ‘the greater good’.”

You slow down your pace to a walk. “Wait a second, you graduated from the Stela Floto Academy? Why aren’t you piloting an Ataka, Armea Transporto, or a Krozipo?”

“Kurgio, I never said I graduated. I said I was at. So was Navs.” He says as he starts doing crunches.

You continue walking to cool down as he does a couple of sets. Then he switches it to work his legs.

“Are you deserters?” you ask in a low tone.

He laughs. “Nothing so exciting. We fell in love, and both decided to fail out together. We heard that independent freighters didn’t ask questions so we took a risk, and lucked out.”

“So why didn’t you just finish and graduate?” you ask genuinely curious.

“We both came from military families. We knew the life, and what would be asked of us. When our families enrolled us in the Academy, we believed in the cause. “Unity and Civilization”, but as we learned more and got closer to finishing, we just stopped trying. We both knew we had the skills and knowledge to make it on the Rim, so we both washed out.” He starts working his leg muscles. “What about you?”

You have learned more about Helm and Navs in the past 20 minutes than you had in the past couple of jaros.

You step off the treadmill and stretch your legs. “My parents wanted me to work at one of the Research Hospitals. I was slated to work at the Emergency Trauma facility on Sankta Espero, but I turned it down.”

“Holy Shit Kurgio, when you said Core, you really meant Core. Hell I thought we were going to Luma Vojo or Ciela Ripozo. Does Skipper know we have to go to Sankta Espero?”

You wipe the sweat off of you, and sit down for a moment. “Actually my home was Sankta Koro. So, we will have to go there when we finish this delivery.”

“Damn. We might as well be visiting Brila Monteto too. Hell, Navs’ parents would probably love to hear that she isn’t working as a whore in a Pleasuredome.” He says in a darkly sarcastic tone.

“Who’s a whore at a Pleasuredome.” A familiar female voice asks. Navs is wearing a tight exercise suit. She sees both of you, sweating and she gives a wolf whistle. “You both look so sexy all hot and sweaty.”

You know she is just being playful as she goes over to the treadmill and starts with a warmup walk.

“On that note, I’m heading back to Med Bay. You two have fun.” You say.

“Not too much fun. Skipper threatened to strand one of us on the next planet if she caught us having sex on these machines again.” Helm says.

“But the showers are still okay, my love.” Navs says with a wink and an exaggerated shake of her hips before she speeds up.

You shake your head chuckling to yourself as you leave. “They really are just horny kids.” You think to yourself.

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Roadside Assistance

You are an auto mechanic working for a roadside assistance company.

For years, you worked at various garages, always one of the few female mechanics. But you had gotten tired of working for someone else, so you tried to start your own repair shop, but it was harder than you thought and closed it.

You heard that some roadside assistance companies were looking for experienced mechanics and offered to pay more than you had been earning in a shop. The other thing you like is that you get to drive around.

You offered to take the late shift. You really aren’t a morning person, and you don’t mind being on the road at night. The company issued you a truck with their logo on the side, compartments for all your tools, and extra floodlights mounted on the top.

It’s a sweet truck.

Because you are one of the few female mechanics, some guys refer to your truck as “the Candy Machine”.

At first you thought it was a dumb nickname, compared to “Breaker Bar”, “Jack Stand”, or “Power Driver”. But after a while, you appreciated hearing, “‘Candy Machine’ we have a stranded motorist off the highway.”

Especially when it was a new driver that needed a tire changed or stuck in a ditch. Whether it was a guy or girl, they were grateful that you were a bright light in the darkness, putting a smile on their face, and sending them on their way.

After a while, you even enjoyed calling in, “This is Candy Machine; we are done here. The customer is satisfied.”

Tonight, you got the call that a driver has a flat tire on a country road, away from the highway. After plugging the signal into your tracker, you call in. “This is Candy Machine. I’m on my way. I should be there in about 20 minutes.”

Turning off the highway, you get on to a narrow-paved road, flanked by fenced off farmers’ fields. In the darkness, you aren’t sure what they are growing, but you have a feeling you wouldn’t want to be stranded out here.

A dark country road with only car headlight providing light.

Even though you are only minutes from the highway, without any lights along the road, the whole area feels unnerving and spooky. You are glad you’re in your truck. You turn on the fog lamps to help push back the darkness.

It helps, but you still want to find the driver, help them, and get back to where there are lights and people.

You keep glancing at your icon on the map. You have a good signal, which you are thankful for, but the whole thing reminds you of a bad horror movie.

As you get closer, you look ahead and see red hazard flashers. You slow down and pull up behind the car. You put it into park, but leave the engine on.

Flipping on your floodlights, you bathe the whole area in bright light, but that just makes the fences on the side of the road look that much more imposing.

You see the silhouette of someone in the driver’s seat. The left rear tire of the car is obviously flat.

You get out, go to the tool box on the side of your truck, and pull out a tire iron. It feels cold, and heavy in your hand.

Even with the floodlights on, the whole area looks spooky. You slowly walk up to the driver’s door and knock softly with your knuckles.

“Driver’s Assistance. You called for help?” You say in a polite but slightly nervous voice.

The driver’s side widow rolls down. “Thank you.” Says a young woman. “I was driving, made a wrong turn, got lost, and then I had a flat tire.” You hear the fear in her voice, but she also seems to relax a bit seeing that you’re a woman.

You smile at her, “I understand. I’ll get that tire changed and we’ll get back to the highway. Can you find your way from there?” you ask in a friendly tone.

“Oh, Thank You! Yes.” She says as she breathes a sigh of relief. You notice her hands had been gripping the steering wheel tightly, but she is now relaxing a bit.

“No problem. That is what I am here for. Do you know where your spare tire is on your car?” you ask as you step back a bit, relaxing the grip on your tire iron. You hadn’t realized you were scared too.

She pops the release on the back of the car, unbuckles her safety belt, and gets out. The floodlights of your truck shine through the thin material of her light cotton dress. She has a nice figure, but you are here to do a job and focus on it.

“I think it is here.” She says as she lifts the back and the floorboard.

You look in and see never used spare tire. “Good. Let me grab a few things, and we will get you on your way.”

You grab your jack, the long air hose, your air wrench, and the correct size socket. After connecting one end of the hose to your air compressor, you unroll it to the back of her car. You connect your air wrench and set it on the ground.

You pull out the spare tire, and the woman helps a bit. “You don’t need to do that. I am here to help you.” You say as you roll it and lay it down.

“I know. But it feels so dark and spooky out here, and I feel better being near you and in the light.” She says.

“Okay, then just keep back.” You say as you put the jack under the axle and start pumping it up. You raise it just a bit, and then use the air wrench to loosen the nuts.

Then, you raise it higher so that the tire is fully off of the pavement, and pull it off.

She stands the spare up and rolls it to you. “Thanks.” You say and then put it into place. Quickly, you hand tighten the nuts and then release the pressure on the jack. Once the car is down, you use the air wrench to fully tighten the nuts. “You did that so quickly.” She says in a tone of awe and admiration.

“It's what I do.” You respond in a light tone. “Here, let’s put that old tire in your car. There’s a truck stop on the highway. If we time it right, we might have the night mechanic look at it. They can tell you if you need a new one or just need it patched.”

“Ok, I like the sound of that. At the truck stop, can I get you a cup of coffee or something?” she offers.

You smile, “That sounds good about now.” You say as you put away your tools.

She closes up the back and gets into the car. You walk up. “Follow me. I’ll get us out of here.” She smiles and nods.

You pull ahead, your truck’s floodlights still on, helping blaze the way down the dark road. On your map app, you see where there is a crossroad ahead. If you get on it, even though the road will be twisty, it will lead back to the main roads, and from there to the highway.

You keep your speed slow, and keep her headlights in your rear-view mirror. In places where the road dips, there are light patches of fog, which adds to the spookiness. You try to relax your grip on the steering wheel, but sometimes the floodlights make strange shadows. “It must be scarecrows or something.” You tell yourself.

You call the shop. “This is Candy Machine. I helped the motorist and am leading her back to the highway. We will stop at the truck stop to have her tire checked.”

“This is Driver Assistance Home-base, we read you loud and clear. Call if the situation changes.”

You hit the button and focus on the road. You feel a bit better, knowing that Home-base knows your status. But you still want to get to where there are lights and people. “It must be worse for her.” You think to yourself about the driver behind you.

It took longer to get back to the main roads using the twisty farm road than the road you came in on, but once you see the street lights, you slowly exhale.

Turning onto the main road, you turn off the flood lamps, but keep the fog lights on, allowing you to see a bit more into the darkness. You keep your speed slow, just under the speed limit, so she doesn’t lose you.

After a bit, you merge onto the highway. She is still on your tail. A few minutes later, you turn into the Truck Stop. The bright lights of the fuel pumps, garage, and café are welcome.

You park, and she parks next to you. “Follow me.” You call to her as you head for the garage. “Hey, Big Mike? Are you still on?” you yell as you enter the garage.

A deep voice booms back. “Yeah, who wants to know?” You see your old mechanic friend. “Oh, it’s the Candy Machine.” He says in a playful tone. “What can I do for you tonight, darlin’?” he asks as he wipes grease from his hands.

You point to the lady. “This nice lady had a flat tire. If we bring it in, can you see if it needs patched or if she needs a new one?”

“Sure, just roll it to the side door. I’ll look at it after I finish what I’m doing. It’ll take about half an hour.” “Okay, we will be in the café.” You say.

Quickly, both of you return to her car, take the old tire and roll it to the side door. The bright fluorescent lights of the truck stop make everything seem more comfortable and friendly.

“How do you take your coffee?” she asks. You tell her, and she orders two coffees. You find a table and sit down. She hands you your cup and you take a sip. The strong smell alone is what you need, but the hot liquid feels so good as it goes down. She sits across from you. “By the way, I’m Ann.” She says, extending her hand. You softly shake it and tell her yours.

“But he called you ‘Candy Machine’?” she asks with a puzzled look on her pretty face.

“That is the name of my truck, because it is sweet and leaves a smile on their faces, when I am done.” You respond.

“Oh. But I was so glad to see you when you knocked on my window.” She says. “It was so spooky out there. I felt like…”

“Like you were in a bad horror movie.” You finish her sentence.

She reaches out her hand and places it on yours. “I kept having thoughts of getting attacked by some “hillbilly” cruising the back roads looking for helpless women.”

You set your cup down and place your other hand over top of hers. “I know what you mean. If you noticed, I walked up carrying my tire iron, but I never used it to change the tire.”

She thinks about it for a second. “Oh. Oh, wow. So, I wasn’t the only one thinking like that?” says as she places her other hand over top of yours. You hold each other’s hands, helping to reassure yourselves that you are safe.

She releases yours and takes her coffee cup in both hands. “So, how long have you been a mechanic?” she asks, trying to change the subject.

You tell her an abbreviated version of your story. “So, what do you do Ann?” you ask.

“I am a college nursing student. I never thought about being a mechanic. Most of the women I knew growing up were moms, teachers, secretaries, cashiers, or in the medical field. I really hadn’t noticed any working as a tradesman. It sounds exciting.”

“I enjoy it.” You say taking another sip.

After a while, while you are chatting, she gets another round of coffees. Returning to her seat, she asks, “So with a “butch” job like a mechanic, are you into women?” You take the cup from her hand.

“Not really.” You respond with a slight pause. “Are you?”

“I have dated both guys and girls. Many of us in the nursing program have guys who want to be doctors, asking us out all the time, but I hate to admit it. I find more pleasure and comfort in the skilled hands of my class mates than with the guys.”

She takes a drink from her cup and sighs.

“Do you know what I was imagining when I watched you fix my tire?”

You shake your head. “No, what?”

“I pictured you, on your knees, licking me and then using a dildo attachment on your air wrench.”

You laugh at that. “Oh Honey, the torque on that wrench would tear a body up. I would never use something like that on someone as pretty and cute as you.”

She smiles, “You think I am pretty?” she asks in a soft voice.

You nod “Though I prefer guys, you are a pretty little thing. If we had some time, I’d enjoy learning what you and your classmates are doing. I tell ya’, I still feel a tingle left over from being scared out there.”

She stands up, and takes your hand. “Leave your coffee and follow me.” She guides you to the Ladies room and takes you into a stall.

Kissing you, softly you feel her warm lips on yours. “Would you like to see what I have learned?” she asks you. You nod and kiss her back.

Her skin is soft and smooth compared with your rough calloused hands.

As you stand there, she unbuttons your shirt and kisses your upper chest. You place a hand on her head. Her hair feels soft. Everything about her is soft and pretty.

“I’m lucky tonight.” She says as she opens the clasp at the front of your bra. Your full breasts are freed, as the empty cups hang to each side. She grabs each tit and then licks around each nipple. Her tongue is so wet and smooth. Then she sucks your right nipple, as she reaches down and opens your pants.

It feels so good, your panties are getting damp, and you press down on her shoulders. She moves down to her knees.

You feel the thick denim of your pants against your skin as she slides them down your ass and hips, then hit the floor around your ankles.

You grip the top of the stall to steady yourself as you feel her gentle fingertips move the crotch of your panties to the side.

Looking down you, you see her smiling face looking up as she slowly licks your wet pussy lips. She licks up and down, then you feel her tongue on your clit.

You bite your lower lip to stifle a moan as she licks and sucks it.

“You taste so good. You are a Candy Machine.” She says as she licks and sucks your clit harder. You feel her fingers slide into your pussy, thrusting and twisting. Going deeper and harder.

You grip the stall with one hand and grab her hair with the other. Bracing yourself, you feel pleasure building and moving through you.

“Yes! Cum for me. Let me taste you, my Candy Machine.” You hear her say in a soft tone.

You grip her hair tightly as you press her face into your pussy and cum. You bite your lower lip harder as you hear a low moan echo in the bathroom.

It takes a second to realize that moan is coming from you.

Ann stands up and kisses your mouth. Her lips are wet, and you taste yourself.

“I think we should get back to our table. I think “Big Mike” might be done with my tire.” She says as she opens the stall and washes her face in the sink.

You exhale for a moment and get dressed.

Washing your hands in the sink next to her, “I have never felt something like that. I mean, I’ve had guys eat me, but that felt great.” You say in a low tone.

She kisses your cheek. “Maybe on your day off, we can get together and teach you what I did. We learn a lot at college.” She says with a wink.

Going back to your table, you see the coffee cups have been cleared away, so you get a fresh cup. In a “to go” cup this time.

“There you are.” You hear a familiar voice say. “I was looking for you ladies. The tire is patched. It had picked up a nail. It is as good as new. Pull your car into Bay 3 and I’ll change it for you.”

“Thanks, Big Mike. Do we owe you anything?” you ask.

“Just the cost of the plug and my time.” He hands you a quickly scrawled estimate. You look it over. “That’s fair, and covered under the service plan. I got it.”

Taking the company card from your wallet, you head for the cashier.

“Are you sure?” Ann asks.

You nod. “It is all part of the service package. Go move your car to Bay 3, it will be the one with the garage door open.”

She kisses your cheek, “Thank you.”

After paying the cashier and getting the receipt, you head back to your truck, sipping your coffee. You call into the shop, “This is Candy Machine. We are done here and everyone is satisfied.” You say with a smile.

(This was the second story of the female mechanic, if you want more, tell me. If you enjoyed this; leave a comment. If you enjoy my stories, follow and subscribe.)

The Mechanic

 

You are a mechanic at a local garage. Part of why you love your job is that you enjoy the way your nipples rub against your t-shirt in your coveralls, when you wear a t-shirt. There are times when you pull it off, and the rough cotton rubs against your sensitive nipples at you reach, stretch, and work. Today is a warm day, so you remove your t-shirt and bra. Every time you need to get under a car or reach over a engine, you feel the warmth of the cooling metal through your jumpsuit.

I bring my car in for a maintenance check-up. I’m surprised the main mechanic is you, a beautiful woman, but I trust you will do what needs to be done and charge me fairly. I wait in the “break area” as you and your other mechanics do what needs to be done.

I see you working and think how sexy you are under your coveralls. From time to time, I swear I see your hard nipples visible through your thick coveralls. I imagine how beautiful they are, and how they would feel in my mouth. I watch you stretch and see how the curves of your body look. I imagine how sexy you would be naked. I am sitting on the couch, lost in my erotic fantasies.

“Sir, you have a problem. We need to replace the control module. Here is the write up, and here is the cost.”

“Oh Wow. That is more than I thought. Is there any way to reduce the cost of that?”

You look down at the bulge in my pants. You smile, “If you pay me cash for the part, and come back at the end of the day, I will see what we can do.”

I leave out and head for the bank. It is a few blocks away, and I walk to it. It is warm out, but I am not passing up on saving money.

You go back to work. You finish up my car, and then concentrate on doing a few others. Oil changes, lubricating bearings, changing tires, etc. You and your team spend the day finishing up all the cars in the bay.

The sun is going down. The doors are open to ensure the heat goes out as the evening slowly cools down. Your crew is a mix of guys and gals (some of whom date each other), they ask if there is anything else that needs done. One of them nods towards me, sitting in the waiting area. “What about that guy. I thought we did his car hours ago?”

“Yeah, he had to get me the money. I will take care of it. You go. I’ll lock up.” You tell them as they all head out. You close up the large doors, make your way securing up the building. Then you come to me. I am sitting on the couch, I had been sweating, my polo shirt and slacks are damp from earlier.

I stand up, reach into my pocket and hand you a large wad of $20’s “There you go. The cash you asked for. Is there anything else you need, before I get my car?”

You pocket the cash. You unbutton your coveralls and free your breasts. You reach into my pants and grab my soft cock. “You will satisfy me. And if you do a good enough job, I will give you your car. If you do a poor job, then you owe me the cost of labor on the bill.” As you say, you firmly squeeze my dick. It hardens a bit with that. “Yes. Ma’am.” I say. I slowly caress your lovely breasts. You feel my hand slowly move across them, around them, and cupping them. I bend my head a bit and slowly lick around your left nipple. You feel the slick smooth texture of my tongue slowly moving around your nipple. My fingers slowly caress your right nipple at the same time.

You release my dick and put your hands on my head. Your skin smells of sweat, oil, grease, and GoJo cleaner. I slowly but firmly suck your left nipple. You feel the suction of my mouth pull on it. At the same time, my fingers firmly grasp your right nipple, and I smoothly pull with a similar pressure. You grab my hair. “Mmmm that feels pretty good,” you tell me. “Thank you, I try my best.” And I slowly lick my way across your chest to your right nipple. You feel my warm breath and my cool saliva as slowly lick across.

I lick around your right nipple, as my other hand caresses your left nipple. I continue licking and caressing until I suck firmly and pull both nipples simultaneously.

It feels so good, your pussy is tingling, and you know it’s getting wet.

You let go of my head and finish unbuttoning your coveralls. “I want you to lick my pussy next. If you can do that, we might have a deal.” You strip them off, and all you have on is your cotton panties. You sit on the couch and lean back against the arm rest. Your legs are spread wide, and your panties visibly damp, but that could be from sweat too, I think.

I get on my knees, I slowly kiss the inner thigh of your right leg. You feel my soft lips with gentle angel kisses on your skin. Soft and warm. I occasionally use the tip of my tongue and lick your smooth skin for a second, creating a pattern, kiss, lick, kiss, lick, as I move close to your panty covered pussy.

You feel the tip of my tongue slowly lick across the fabric of your panties. My tongue licking the outline of your pussy through your damp panties. Licking up… across… down…and…around. You feel the texture of the wet cotton fabric slowly moving on your sensitive pussy lips.

I slowly pull the crotch of your panties to the side and lick between your pussy lips. You feel the tip of my tongue going up. I lick around your clit. My fingers gently push back the hood, exposing your lovely clit. I slowly lick around it.

Then you feel my warm wet mouth clamp down on it as I suck it firmly. The pressure feels so good. You grab handfuls of my hair as I suck it.

I gently work a finger into your wet pussy. Your lips are open as I suck harder. You feel my finger slowly going in and out, twisting as I continue sucking. Then I stop sucking and lick around it. “Is this good enough for my car, or do I need you to cum first?” I ask.

“Help me cum first,” you say as you pull my hair bit. You feel two fingers going in and out of your pussy as I lick your clit some more. Thrusting and twisting. Going deeper each trust. You grab my head and hump my face. Your pussy is so wet with pleasure.

I move my mouth down, and you feel my tongue deep in your pussy. I use my two slick fingers to rub your clit. Slowly, in tight circles at first, but then faster and harder.

You tighten your thighs around my head. “Oh God, this feels so good.” You pull my face tight against your pussy. I feel it pulse and throb against my mouth. “Yes cum, on my face.” I say. I rub your clit harder and faster until you cum.

You are breathing hard, and your body is tinging a bit. You see lights come on in the business office. “Shit, I forgot to finish locking up. That is the manager probably checking to see why the alarms weren’t set.” I help you up and help you into your coveralls. “Your keys are in the office. Wash your face off first. I will tell the manager that you were late getting here with your full payment.”

I go to the restroom and you go to the office. “I’m sorry about not setting the alarms, but we had a client who was late getting back here with his payment.” I hear you explain as I wash your tasty juices from my face, and wish we had more time to properly finish. Maybe next time I need my car serviced.

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Saturday with the Family and Music

It is just another Saturday morning. Before you start running errands and go shopping with the family, its “Saturday Morning Chores”. Something you and your wife agreed to when you first got married, during the week keep the place clean and orderly, and on Saturdays, do the hard cleaning; bathrooms, floors, laundry, and anything that you don’t need to do daily. When you were first married, the little apartment you shared was easy to clean, and you put on music to help keep the mood up.

That was a decade ago. Two kids later and a house in the suburbs, you still start off Saturday morning doing chores. The kids are getting to a point where they can help a bit now. So as they are putting their cereal bowls in the sink, you start cleaning the bathroom. Your wife puts a load of laundry in the washer and then cleans the kitchen. As you are bleaching the toilet and wiping down the faucets you hear her turn on music. The kids cheer and you hear them putting away toys and books as they sing along.

Before the kids were born, your wife might have picked something a little sultrier and more sensuous, but she picked one of the Postmodern Jukebox albums. You laugh to yourself at that. They kids love them because the tempos are “so old time”, and they like to dance as they clean. The lyrics of some of the songs are very sexy, but the kids never notice.

As you scrub the sink you hear “Listen Girl, I’m not like all these other fella’s” as Wayne Brady sings his version of “Thriller”. A Cab Calloway style take on the old MJ hit. Your kids are clapping and singing with it. As you finish the sink and move to the tub, you are moving your hips in tempo and singing.

Soon the song switches to “Bad At Love” performed by Amber Eyes. A “runaway bride Jazz”-style cover. You go to the kitchen to get the mop, and see your wife swaying back and forth as she wipes down the cupboards. You place your hands on her hips for a moment and sing along and then whisper in her ear, “You’re not bad at anything my love.” Then you kiss her cheek and take the mop into the bathroom.

“Daddy, can I vacuum?” your son asks. “All our toys are up. I’m big enough to do it.” You set the mop down and look at the living room. Everything is off the floor.

“Ok, do you know how to do it?” you ask as he plugs it in. He pushes the handle release and then the power button.

“Yep. Mommy showed me.” He says with a grin.

“Ok, ask if you need help.” You say as you go back to do the bathroom floor.

“Daddy, can I help mop?” your daughter asks, standing by the bathroom door.

“No baby, but have you dusted in the living room?”

“I’ll get the swizzer and do a good job.” She says heading for the mop closet. You hear “Crazy Train” by Jennie Lena and think “Yes this place is a crazy train.”

When you finish the bathroom, you rinse the mop and bring it back to the kitchen for your wife to use. 

You hear yelling from the living room. “Daddy told me to use the swizzer to dust!”

“I got to finish vacuuming first. It’s a Swiffer not a swizzer, dummy.”

“Mommy said don’t call names.”

“Don’t be a dummy and I won’t.”

“That’s enough! What’s going on?” you yell.

They both stop, as the music “Million Reasons” keeps playing.

“He started it.” Your daughter says angrily pointing the dust mop at your son.

“Uh-uh. You started it. I was vacuuming and you started dusting where I vacuumed.” He says defensively.

“He called me a dummy.” She starts to respond.

“Stop! Both of you.” You sigh for a second, and then look at your son. “You are the older one. You know better than calling your sister names. Are you done in here?”

He lowers his head, “Yes, Daddy I am.”

“Ok. Apologize to your sister and put the vacuum away.” Then you turn to your daughter. “Did you finish dusting?”

“Uh-uh Daddy, he wouldn’t let me.” She says, her head bouncing in tempo to “Despacito”.

“Ok, Baby, finish dusting and then go to your room.” You say, without realizing that you are also moving in tempo with the song.

You look in the kitchen and all that is left is for you to mop it. Your wife must be down in the laundry room. You mop slowly swaying in tempo to Kenton Chen singing a torch song version of “Look What You Made Me Do”.

As you finish you hear a wolf whistle from behind you. “Yeah, Shake your money maker.” You hear your wife say. She has the laundry basket in her hands. You move in an exaggerated motion, using the mop like a dance pole, for a second.

“Do you need help folding those?” you ask.

“Sure. Finish up and join me in the bedroom.” She says with a smile.

After hanging up the mop, you wipe your hands clean and go the bedroom. “And… We… Can’t… Stop…” you hear the opening strains of the acapella version of “We Can’t Stop”. Your wife is singing along as she sits on the bed folding clothing. 

“And…We….Won’t…Stop.” you respond as you help fold. Both of you are happily singing along as you get to “This is our house….this is our room…”

The kids quietly walk in, humming as you both are singing loudly. They take clothes from the basket. Your son folds his socks and underwear. Your daughter hands you one of your wife’s bras, which you take still singing “We own the night…” and hand it to your wife. When the song ends the basket is empty and there are four piles of clothes.

The kids take theirs and put them away.

Your wife leans in and kisses you. “If they weren’t here right now, I would show how much I want you right now.”

You hug and kiss her. “Maybe later, Love.”

With all of the chores done, you all load up and run errands. There are a couple of stores you have to stop at and get things for the week. Your wife reminds you to go to the craft store for things the kids need for their end of the school year projects. You nod, thinking “Glitter, glue, construction paper, crayons, markers, and everything that makes a mess.”

Then to the grocery store to stock up for the week. Juice boxes, pounds of ground beef, macaroni, and of course more of those stupid frozen nuggets. The kids point and squeal, “Daddy, the dino shaped ones!”

But you grab the family sized bag of the regular ones, because they are on sale. The kids make an “Awwww” sound, but your wife says, “Maybe next time, if you are really good.” Which brightens them up.

As you fill up the back of the car, your son points out that the Ice cream shop at the end of the block opened up. You look where he is pointing and see waving flags reading “Season Opening” and “Welcome Back”.

Your daughter grabs your pants leg, “Daddy, Please. We helped real good today. Ice cream.”

Your wife smiles as she closes the back of the car and grabs the empty cart. “Take them and I’ll follow in a minute.”

You take your son in one hand and your daughter in the other and walk down the block. “I scream….You scream…. We all scream… for Ice Cream.” You all laugh and sing.

Inside, it is just like last year, lots of bright colors and a dozen or so flavors. Your son begs for a bowl, but you tell him that you are just getting cones for everyone today. He nods and quickly says “Chocolate” Your daughter says “Cookie Dough”, your wife walks up behind you, placing a hand on your ass. “I think I want Rum Raisin.” You look at the list of flavors, “I don’t see it, Dear, You’ll have to pick something else.” You think back for a minute, something about when your daughter was conceived, both of you were eating rum raisin on the living room couch and you went from eating ice cream to eating each other. “They have Black Cherry, or Mint Chocolate chip” you comment.

“If I get the Black Cherry, will you get the mint? Then we can have a lick of each other’s.” She winks and smiles. Yes, she is in one of those moods.

On the drive home, the kids happily lick their cones and drip ice cream all over the back seat. You knew it would happen, which is why you will wipe it all up when you get home.

Your wife holds both cones as you drive. She puts one to your mouth to lick, and then the other. At a stop light, you look over at her as she is seductively licking around the tip of each one.

“Are you enjoying them?” you ask playfully.

“That’s not fair, Mommy is eating Daddy’s ice cream.”

“It’s okay. We are sharing. See.” Your wife says as she holds a cone to your mouth again.

“There are times I am glad I don’t have a ‘vanilla’ wife.” You say in a soft tone.

“If I can get the kids down for a nap, I’ll show you.” She responds.

Once you are home, everyone helps carry in groceries, then you wipe down the back seat and the kids’ car seats, to keep things from getting sticky.

When you walk in, your wife is washing the kids’ hands and telling them to put a movie on in the living room. You head straight for the living room and pick a Disney film. You know that if you let them pick, they will fight and argue but if you have one already selected, they will sit quietly and watch. They sit down on their cushions. You hear microwave popcorn popping and then your wife comes out with two small bowls and two juice boxes.

“Thank you, Mommy,” your daughter says. “Yes, Thanks Mommy” your son replies, never taking his eyes off of the animated characters.

Quietly you both head out of the room and creep to your bedroom. Silently you close the door and lock it. She kisses you. You taste both flavors of ice cream on her.

“I thought we were going to wait until bedtime?” you ask.

She takes off her t-shirt and bra. “Maybe you want to wait, but I want you now.”

Her nipples are so beautiful and perky. Perfect for sucking on, but she isn’t waiting for that as she strips off her jeans and panties. She backs up onto the bed, pulling you along.

“We are going to have to be quiet.” You say as she sits on the edge of the bed, her legs spread open.

“I think I have a better use for your mouth, than listening to you talk.” She says as she pushes you onto your knees and pulls your face between her legs. You smell her excitement. Gripping her hips, you slowly kiss the inside of her right thigh. Slowly, softly, kissing your way inside her thigh, moving closer to her damp pussy.

“You are teasing me.” She whispers, “That’s not fair.”

“I’m being quiet.” You respond and use the tip of your tongue around her damp lips. Then you have a wicked idea. You put your mouth over her clit, and hum “We Can’t Stop”.

She grabs handfuls of your hair. “Damn that feels good.”

You shift your hands so you grip her ass and alternate humming and licking. She starts quietly singing along, but she changes some of the words, “It’s my body, we can do what we want…. It’s my body we can say what we want….It’s my body, we can love who we want……we can kiss who we want, we can live how we want.”

You stop licking for a second and whisper. “I like that.”

She is so wet and tasty. She was probably distracting herself to keep from cuming too quickly. “Stand up…I want to see how hard you are.” She whispers back.

You do, unbuttoning your jeans, pulling out your mostly hard dick. “Is that good enough for you?” you whisper.

She leans forward, licks the tip and then takes it in her mouth. She starts humming where she left off with the song. The vibrations move through you and you put your hands on her head. “La da di daddy..I like to party…We’ll do whatever we want….This is our house, this is our room…” You try to quietly sing. She grips your shaft and balls. She sucks you firmly for a moment. “Damn, do you want me to cum in your mouth or your sweet cunt?”

She stops sucking. “Fuck me now.” She says in a low growl.

She lies back as you lift her bent legs and rub your tip along her very wet and open lips. You thrust into her, gliding in so easily. Between her excitement and saliva on your cock, she is ready for you. Normally you would take your time, but you remember that the kids are only watching a movie, so you go fast, hard, and deep. She bites her lower lip as she grips a nipple with one hand and uses the other to rub her clit.

“She won’t last long.” You think as you grip her tighter and fuck her harder. You are breathing harder, but you keep your mouth closed tightly to try not to make noises.

You feel her pussy tighten around you as she orgasms, stifling her noises by putting a hand to her mouth.

“Yes, cum for me my love.” You say in a loud whisper, as you thrust and hold it. Your cock spasms inside of her, filling her with your hot jizz. You are both sweating a bit.

“Join me in a quick shower.” She says as you slide your softening member from her.

“Good idea, It gives an excuse why we are naked.” You respond as you grab bathrobes for both of you from the hooks on the back of the door.

Barefoot, you both quietly leave the bedroom and peek in on the kids. They are still watching the movie, but it is close to the end.

“Mommy and I are going to shower. You enjoy the movie.”

They both make a distracted “Uh-hu” sound.

Your wife starts the water. “We better make this quick.”

“I agree. Just washing, no shower sex.” You nod.

“This time” she says with a mischievous grin.

“I love Saturday’s like this”. You say as you hand her a washcloth.

(Thank you to Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox for inspiring this story. This was taken from the songs on ‘Jazz Me Outside, Pt. 2’. If you haven’t heard their versions of the songs I described, you really should. If you enjoyed this, leave a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you next week.)

Return to the Estate - Part 5

 

The Lounge, is still set up as you remember it last time, with a number of sofas, couches, and chairs. She leads you to an L-shaped couch, and stands at the inside corner. You notice Mr. Emerald follows along and sits down on a recliner which is placed opposite from it, giving him a perfect view.

“As the winner, you do as I say.” She says it in a soft but commanding tone. It is strange to hear it coming from a woman that you are so much taller than even in her heels.

You both nod.

“Good, then undress me.” She says.

You and your lover both go for the buttons on the side of her dress. At first you both reach for the top button, but he quickly moves to the bottom one instead.

You slowly unbutton each one, meeting in the middle. When you unfasten the middle one, the wrap around dress falls open. She is completely naked underneath.

Her small breasts are so firm and her dark nipples are so hard. She allows the dress to slide off and land on the floor. She steps out of her heels, then sits and spreads her legs. Her nicely trimmed black strip accents her pussy so beautifully. She looks at both of you. “Mr. Ruby, get on your knees and work your way up. Ms. Ruby, Kiss me and work your way down.”

Without a word, you lean forward and kiss her lips. They are soft and warm. Softer than Mr. Ruby’s. You kiss her neck, then slowly work your way down her small chest. You feel a small hand delicately moving up, under your skirt. She softly rubs the fabric of your panties against your pussy.

“Mmmmm your panties are damp. Have you been waiting for this?” She asks in a seductive tone.

As you kiss the top of her right breast you hum “Mmm Hmm”.

You hear a soft kissing and licking sound below you. “And how hard are you, Mr. Ruby? Should I see or let you continue?” She asks in an almost purr.

You look down and watch your lover lick her pussy lips with the tip of his tongue. You adjust yourself to give her fingers better access to you as you lick around and suck her hard nipple. Her fingers rub you harder and you move your hips back and forth.

She stops and lifts your head. “Let me see you.” She says to both of you. “Strip.”

She leans back into the corner of the couch and watches as both of you get naked. She gasps a bit when she sees your hard pink nipples. “Such lovely breasts. And you have a very nice cock.” She says turning to your lover. “Which do I want first? Mmmmm”

You hear a voice behind you. “Honey, Why don’t you suck his prick, as she licks your pussy.”

Glancing back, you see Mr. Emerald’s pants are off, but his shirt is still on. His short but thick member is in his hand, as he slowly strokes it.

“An excellent suggestion my love.” She responds, getting on all fours on the couch. She motions for your lover to sit on the armrest and for you to get behind her.

“She definitely has a swimmer’s body”, you think, feeling her firm ass and thighs. You slowly lick up and down, tasting her. She is so wet, you don’t know if it is all her or also your lover’s saliva. You don’t care, as you reach around and rub her clit and thrust your tongue into her. She is moaning as her mouth is full. Your lover grabs handfuls of her long black hair as he thrusts into her open mouth. She is enjoying it. Soon she moans and you feel her cunt pulse against your mouth. Her taste is different but pleasant.

She pulls your lover from her mouth. “Get the condom on it. I want to ride you now.”

You noticed that on the small end table there is, just as last time, a bowl with condoms in it, like a candy dish. You grab one, open it and roll it on Mr. Ruby’s hard cock.

She then has him sit in the corner, as she straddles him and lowers herself. Her pussy looks so open and ready as she fills it and rides him. “Come here.” She says to you in a gasping tone. You move closer, and she grabs your round breasts. She clamps her mouth on the left one and sucks firmly. You feel the vibrations of her moans move through your body. You rub your clit. You want to cum too.

“Yes…Play with yourself… as he fucks her…..Yes… I want all of you to cum.” You hear and see him stroking himself faster. The dark purple head is so shiny from precum you almost want to lick it. You feel her fingers thrust into your pussy, as you are still rubbing your clit in small fast circles. “Yes…that’s it.” You aren’t sure if you said it alone or if everyone said it, as a wave of pleasure moves through each of you. The air is almost electric as you all orgasm in quick succession.

She hops off your lover and pushes you down on the couch. “I must taste you.” She says as she licks you to another quick orgasm.

For the rest of the hour, you each rotate who is the center of attention. At one point you are being fucked by your lover as you are licking her pussy. Mr. Emerald stays in the chair the whole time, stroking and cumming a few times.

Soon you are all satisfied and tired. The used condoms are in the small waste cans under the end tables. The staff silently set out bottles of water and towels. You wipe yourself off and dress. Mr. Emerald helps Ms. Emerald with her dress and then kisses her passionately. “You were sexy and erotic as always, Honey.”

She hugs him tightly, though with her heels back on she stands taller than him again. “And you my love, enjoyed watching. I was waiting for you to break our deal and join in.”

You take a sip from a water bottle and then ask, “What deal?”

Mr. Emerald smiles and answers, “I made a bet with my Honey, that I would be able to watch her make love to two people and not join in.”

“He could masturbate, but he had to stay in his chair.” She finishes.

“And what was the prize?” your lover asks as he stands, wrapping his arms around you.

“It was a small friendly wager. When we go home, she has to cook for a week, wearing only what I allow.” He says with a lecherous grin.

“Which is better than what I would have had him wearing if I had won.” She says and kisses him again.

“I enjoyed this but remind me to not gamble against you again. You two do it a lot more than we do.” You say placing your hands on your lover’s.

“Of course. But you were an excellent prize. Don’t you agree?” she asks.

“Yes, but next time, just ask.” You respond with a wink.

When you get to your room, you kiss your lover again. “They are an interesting couple.”

“I agree. Maybe tomorrow we see if Mr. Emerald want’s to play before we leave. Would you like to switch and swap with both of them?”

You nod, and put your arms around his neck. “So, what are you thinking? Me swallowing his short fat schlong, or him fucking me doggie style?”

“I was thinking more of a square formation, making sure that everyone was properly filled.”

He says with a playful smile.

You look into his eyes, noticing that he looks more relaxed and pleased. “Babe, do you feel better? After all of the stress of the week?”

He nods. “This was a wonderful idea Dear. If you want, I can ask Mistress to keep our room reserved for weekends. Not every weekend but say one weekend a month or so?”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” You say as you lead him to bed and sleep in each other’s arms.

(That was the final part of Return to the Estate. I hope you fully enjoyed it. Please leave a comment. If you enjoy my writings, please follow and subscribe. See you next week with a new story.)

Return to the Estate - Part 4

 After lunch, you both walk around the grounds. You are so impressed by everything you see.

When you get back to the main house, your lover grabs your hand and asks, “Want to go for swim?”

“Sure. That sounds like fun.” You respond.

You put on the bikini, because you might lay out later, and enjoy the sunlight pouring in through the glass patio surrounding the pool. Your lover has on a pair of mid-thigh shorts, but once you set your towels down on lounge chairs, he pulls the shorts off, revealing a dark red and white speedo.

“Wow! I didn’t know you had those.” You say looking at how well it looks on him.

He winks at you, “I thought you would like them.” And then dives into the pool. You move to the edge of the pool and notice that there is a lifeguard sitting in an elevated chair. What catches your eye is he’s wearing a blue and white striped one piece that looks like it’s straight from a museum. “Not quite 18th century, but they probably didn’t have swimsuits back then.” You think.

The cool water feels good on your skin as you dive in and swim down and back.

“Shall we race?” You hear a voice ask from above you. A woman with a green and white striped one-piece, that is snug against your thin frame, along with a deep green colored swim cap. She dives in over top of you, swims down to the bottom and then breaks the surface. She slowly swims to the edge where you are watching. Your lover swims over too.

“Hi, you mentioned something about racing?” you ask.

“Yes, Down and back.” She answers.

“What’s that?”

You turn to your lover and say, “Ms. Um..”

“Ms. Emerald. I just asked your wife, Ms. Ruby. If she wanted to race down and back.”

He extends his hand. “Hi. I’m Mr. Ruby, and we’re not married, yet.” He says with an easy tone.

“It doesn’t matter, you are together, regardless.” She says with a smile, shaking his hand.

“Ok, Ms. Emerald. Down and back.”

“I’ll say when.” Your lover says. You put your feet against the side of the pool and hear “Go” and push off.

You never really competed, but you have always enjoyed swimming, so you kick and pull yourself though the water at a quick but steady pace. When you touch the far side, you notice you are ahead by only a little, so you push off hard and swim faster. When you touch the starting side, you dunk your head to help cool off, and realize you are breathing hard like just finished a good hard fucking.

“The winner!” you hear your lover say as he takes your hand and holds it above your head.

Ms. Emerald touches the end, dunks, and smiles as she comes up.

“You swim well. Would you like to go again and this time make it more interesting?”

Her dark eyes almost twinkle as she asks.

“Make it interesting, how?” you ask, as you lean against the side of the pool.

“If you win, you get Mr. Emerald, after dinner.”

“And?”

“And if I win, I get you both, and Mr. Emerald gets to watch. Mr. Ruby, how does that sound?” She winks at him.

You try to remember if you saw Mr. Emerald last time. You think he was a short, fat man, but you remember that Ms. Topaz enjoying him. Or maybe it was Ms. Garnet. But either way he is probably talented at giving pleasure. You look over to your lover, “So, do you want to spend time tonight with Ms. Emerald after dinner? If I win, you can, while I’m busy with Mr. Emerald and….”

“And if you lose, then we’ll both be busy with her. It’s your call, Dear. I’m up for anything.” He says with a sly grin.

Looking over at her, you take a moment to imagine what she look like beneath that one-piece. You “swung both ways” in college, but until you came here, you really hadn’t fantasized about being with a woman. You shake your head to clear the thoughts and extend your hand. “Deal”

She shakes it, then places her feet against the wall, and grabs the edge.

You do likewise and your lover yells “Go!”

This time you push yourself a bit harder, focusing on getting to the end.

When you touch the side, you turn and notice she has already started back.

You push off as hard as you can, and try to get a fast rhythm with your arms.

As you get close to the end you hear a voice yell. “Winner”

Then you touch the edge and look up. Your lover is standing out of the water, with the lifeguard next to him. They both reach down and help both of you out of the water. 
 “Ms. Emerald is the winner.” The lifeguard says, as if he is the official judge.

Your lover wraps a towel around you. “You did great, but apparently she is a regular in the pool.”

Ms. Emerald also dries off. “Then I will see both of you at dinner…..And afterwards.” She says in a sultry tone. “By the way, It’s hard to glide through the water, with breasts like yours. I can’t wait to feel and taste them.”

She then leaves, removing her swim cap and shaking out her long glossy black hair.

“I feel like I was conned.” You say, though not in a disappointed way.

“Let’s go shower and clean up. Dinner will be in an hour or so, Ms. Ruby.” Your lover says, kissing you and leading you back to the main house.

After showering together, and playing so as to arouse but not climax, you both dress in something casual. You lay out the dark red flared midi-skirt, and a white blouse on the bed. “Babe, should I go ‘commando’ or wear something to accent my features?”

He has on a pair of dark red briefs, before he pulls on a pair of black jeans. “Dear, I love when you wear a thong that cover your sweet pussy but still shows your sexy ass. That top will show how excited you are if you don’t wear a bra. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

You think it over and grab the black thong. The last time you were here your thong was lost. You don’t care if you lose the black one.

He pulls on a polo shirt that matches your skirt. “There, I think we are ready.”

You hear a knock at the door, a member of the staff announcing that “Dinner is ready, please come down to the dining room.”

As you close the door to your room, you see Mr. and Ms. Emerald leaving their room too.

She is wearing a green, silky dress with white flowers, and a high slit. Her long back hair hangs down her back, accenting her Asian features. Mr. Emerald is wearing a Hawaiian shirt, dark green with green, and a pair of khaki slacks. In her heels, Ms. Emerald is a little taller than him, making her look long and lean to his short and wide. They are an attractive couple.

You politely wave at them, and she waves back. Your lover grasps your other hand and leads you down to the dining room.

Instead of the one long table last time, the room has a number of smaller round tables set up. Each has two chairs. You notice Mistress sitting by herself at a table, sipping a glass of sparkling wine. You notice that her table only has one chair, as she stands up.

“Bonsoir, Mesdames et Messieurs, Pick whatever table you wish. Tonight we have roasted duck or salmon, along with potatoes or rice, and your choice of steamed vegetables. It is a simple meal, but one that I hope you will enjoy. Bon Appetit.”

As you sit you notice that tonight the Rubys and the Emeralds appear to be the only guests. You are a little disappointed by that. You were hoping the Mr. and Ms. Sapphire were here. Even though you will be with Ms. Emerald tonight, you would enjoy spending time with the Sapphires too.

Before the staff takes your order, you have an idea. “Babe, how about I get the duck, with rice, and you get the salmon with potatoes. We can sample a bit of each.”

“Good idea.” He says as he takes your hand.

The dinner was amazing. The food was so delicious. You had some sparkling wine, and some water. You didn’t want your head spinning when you went to the “playroom”. From time to time, while you were eating, you glanced over to the Emeralds. Each of them would wink or smile at you. Ms. Emerald licks a spoonful of cream from her potato, in a slow and seductive way. You aren’t sure if that is for you or your lover. Either way, you are a little turned on, and you feel your lover slide his hand under your shirt and caress your thigh. This goes on for the entire meal, building your excitement and anticipation.

When your plates are taken away, you hear Mistress tapping her glass with a fork.

“It has been brought to my attention that there was a friendly wager in the pool today? And that Ms. Emerald won the bet? Is all of that correct?”

You hold up your water glass, “Oui Mistress. You are correct.”

Ms. Emerald is holding up her wine glass too. “Oui Mistress, I won, and they agreed.”

“Messieurs, you also agree?” She asks the men still holding her glass.

Both of them stand and hold up their glasses. “Oui Mistress” they say together.

“Bien. I normally do not involve myself in such matters, but I wanted to ensure there was no coercion.”

“No, Mistress, even though I didn’t know that Ms. Emerald was a better swimmer than she led me to believe, I was not cheated.”

“Bien, then let us toast to an enjoyable night and you may move to the playroom.”

“Cheers!” Everyone says and empties their glasses.

You step away from the table, and before you can grab your lover’s hand, Ms. Emerald grabs each of you.

“Shall we enjoy ourselves in the Lounge?” She says squeezing your hand and leading the way.

(I hope you enjoyed this. Please return for the final part tomorrow. I apologize for the delay, but I hope that you enjoy it and find that it was worth the wait.)

Return to the Estate - Part 3

 

It’s Friday and you are filled with anticipation for tomorrow. Even though you are at work and trying to focus, your ass is a little sore from last night and your mind keeps going to the Estate. Just before lunch you get a text from your lover. “Dear, I attached a link from Mistress. Please open and respond when you can. Tonight we can go shopping for what we need for the weekend.” He closes it with a heart emoji and a clasped hands emoji.

You are intrigued but you wait until lunch, because everyone is on their phone in the break-room.

When you sit down and open your salad container, you click on the link. A webpage opens with a Notice in front. You quickly read “Welcome, honored Guest to The Estate. You and your partner are encouraged to enjoy your time here.” You scroll down, past the usual “travel brochure” kind of information, until you read in bold “Only Couples May Stay. You arrive together and you leave together. Any disagreements or arguments will be taken off the grounds.” You scroll down a bit further. “All outfits will be color coordinated with your assigned gemstone color. If in future visits, you both wish to change to a different color, that can happen if one is available. For Weekend Guests, all outfits and clothing will be either black or white, with gem color accents, or the gem color predominantly. All clothing will be modern. Historic Period Clothing is worn by the staff only.” You find some of this a bit odd, but you know that it is an exclusive place so they are allowed to have a few odd rules. At the bottom of the form you see the digital signature of your lover and a place for yours next to it. “Please sign and submit. By signing you both agree to all of the rules of the house, and are subject to penalties for violation of those rules.”

You digitally sign and submit.

You quickly get a text back from your lover, “Thanks Dear. I appreciate you finishing that. I’ll meet you at your place tonight and we can go shopping.”

“Shopping for what?” you text back.

“Clothing that is Ruby colored or Black & White with Ruby accents.” He types.

“Were they serious about that? Those are the only colors we are allowed tomorrow?”

“Yes. See you tonight. Gotta go”. And he closes again with a Heart emoji and a clasped hands emoji.

When you are back at your condo, you quickly look through your closet and drawers. Black bra and panties, and of course white ones too, but you don’t have any that are ruby red, aside from the half cup bra and matching garter belt that goes with your Ruby dress. You still have no idea where your G-string went. But aside from that dress and matching lingerie, you have nothing that is “ruby” colored.

You hear your front door open. “Hi, Dear. Ready to go shopping?” He calls.

“I guess so.” You respond as he walks into the bedroom, looking at the dresser drawers you have left open.

He walks closer and hugs you tightly. “Don’t worry. Let’s go, and I will buy you everything we need for the weekend.”

He takes you to various stores and boutiques. He buys you a few different dresses, and even a pantsuit that you can use for work. Both a bikini and a one-piece. The bikini is ruby red color but the one piece is striped black and white. He also takes you to a jewelry store where he gets you a ring, and matching bracelet and anklet. “These are your accents for when you are wearing very little or only black or white.” You nod but also convince him to get you a choker with a large ruby in the center and a broach you can wear if needed.

He kisses you after he pays. “That color looks so good on you.”

“Where are your accents?” you ask. He pulls up his sleeve and you see a red faced watch and a bracelet that looks similar to yours. “I got these earlier today, when I came down to see what they had for you.”

“No ring?” you ask playfully.

He kisses you again, with the store clerk watching. “Not yet. Maybe if we become regulars there, we’ll get matching ones.”

As you glance around the jewelry store, you realize that the make custom items. “Babe, is this where you got my…um..?”

He smiles broadly, and nods to the clerk, who nods back and steps away to give you a bit more privacy. “Yes. They have a special catalog for custom items such as that. This is one of the few places that caters to guests of the Estate.”

You look around at the shelves, and on the upper shelves, tucked behind statuettes, you notice small erotic castings, rings, and plugs. You would have to be looking up to see them, but in a store like this most clients are looking down at the display cases.

Before you can ask anything else, he takes your hand. “Dear, I know you have lots of questions but let’s do it on a day when we can request a ‘one on one’ with the jeweler. I would hate to have our discussions of custom items disturbed by people walking in off the street.”

You raise his hand and kiss the back of it, like he does to you sometimes. “Okay, Babe, and we should hit a few more stores before it gets late.”

After getting new lingerie and shoes, and a few other items, he drives you back to your place. “Are you staying the night?” you ask as you start removing the tags.

“No, Dear, I’m going to head home and pack my bags. I got a few items to add to.”

He kisses you and you hug him. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay a bit longer. I could model some of the new lingerie, and we could properly ‘break them in’.” You feel his crotch press against yours and his stirrings of excitement, but he sighs and steps back. “Save it for tomorrow. The anticipation will probably be good for both of us.” He says as turns and leaves.

You enjoy the feeling of the beautiful sunlight on you as it shines through the trees, wearing your black jeans and ruby top. He is driving at a leisurely pace, so you can enjoy the scenery. The first time, it was evening, and by the time the limo delivered you there, it was dark. This time you notice the mansions and manor homes back away for the road. Thick patches of forest divide the homes. Though as large as some of these look to be, they might as well be hotels instead of houses. You can almost smell the money.

He pulls up to the gate and buzzes it. “Mr. and Ms. Ruby, arriving for the weekend.”

The gate opens and he goes up the driveway. The lawn looks huge. And you see what looks to be tennis courts, and a pool. “Babe, you were right about this being like a mini-vacation.” You comment.

He pulls into a parking spot by the garage, and you both grab your bags. A member of the staff, dressed as a colonial farm hand, greets you. “Mr. and Ms. Ruby. Welcome and please come this way.”

He leads you up the wide stairway to the second floor. You notice small signs set with gemstones on the doors. All are closed except for one, which says ‘Ruby’ on it. You enter and the door is closed behind you.

You start unpacking, and hang things up as you notice how much of the room is painted dark red with white and black accents. The furniture is white with red accents. It all looks so beautiful.

There is a knock at the door and your lover opens it. “Yes?”

“If you would accompany me, Mistress would like you to have lunch with her.”

“Of course, let’s go Dear.” He says extending his hand towards you.

You take it and follow the man.

He leads both of you to a ‘breakfast nook’ where you see Mistress, wearing a peasant dress, sitting at a round table with dishes of sliced fruits, vegetables, smoked fish, and grilled meats. All with serving spoons or forks, and a few empty plates for guests.

“Ah, Monsieur et Madame Ruby, welcome to the Estate. Please sit and join me for a light lunch.” She says staying seated and motioning to the empty chairs at the table.

“Thank you, Mistress, we are happy to be here.” You quickly say as you sit down.

She looks at your dark red shirt. “I am so happy to see that you took our guidelines seriously. You look good like that.” The smile on her face has almost a hungry look to it, which you find a little exciting.

“Yes, Mistress, we are so happy to be here for the weekend.” Your lover says sitting down and putting some of the sliced meat on his plate. “Things have been busy and stressful for us, and this place is so beautiful and relaxing.”

“Oui, it is. My staff works very hard to keep things just so.” She says pouring a glass of iced tea from a pitcher on the table. “What do you know about the rules here?” she asks as she leans back in her chair.

“You come together, and you leave together.” You respond. “It was what you stressed during the party, and was mentioned multiple times on the website.”

“Do you know why that is?” she asks in a serious tone.

“Because couples are important?” You guess.

“Oui. When my husband was still alive, we enjoyed being together all the time. Traveling, dining, living, and loving. That included having sex with others, but always returning to each other.” She says taking a sip from her glass.

“But if you had sex with others, didn’t that lead to stress in the marriage?” your lover asks.

“Non, because we were open about it. It wasn’t about ‘power’ or ‘control’. It was about sampling different things.” She points to the variety of foods at the table. “We knew we wanted each other, but from time to time we wanted to sample, and share other people. It made our marriage stronger.”

You scoop some fruit onto your plate and take a spoon full of cubed melon. As you taste the sweet flavor, you think about what she said. “So you wanted to share this philosophy with your friends?” You opine.

“Exactement!” she says with a smile. “We saw too many of our friends and colleagues who engaged in affairs, divorces, and vies ruinees. We started with a small group whom we trusted. Came masked, with the only thing that marked our partners were our colored gemstones. Then we switched and swapped, then returned to our partners.”

“Of course!” exclaims your lover. “You all agree to keep things as anonymous as possible, and agree to return to your spouse. Everything is open. Unconventional but honest.”

“Oui” she says sipping her tea and taking a bite of fruit.

“So as time went on you expanded your group? But only bringing in new couples?”

“Bien sur. We established hard rules that only couples could participate. They come together and leave together.”

You watch how beautiful her lips look as she sucks on a slice of melon, then focus on your question, “What if only one half of the couple wanted to participate, but not the other?”

“C’est interdit. It is forbidden. If someone wishes to ‘step out’ of their marriage, they cannot do it here. If only one of you were to show up at our gates, we would deny you entrance. Comprendes?”

You nod and extend your hand to your lover, who takes it and squeezes it.

“Mistress, thank you so much for explaining everything.”

She gets up, straightens her dress, and extends her hand. “Enjoy the rest of lunch. When you are done, inform the staff and they will clear it away. If you wish to partake of any of the relaxing activities on the grounds, feel free. The pool, courts, ranges, and gym are available for your use. Ask the staff if you have any needs.” She then looks directly at you. “My staff is mostly male. They are not on the menu. The only exception to that rule is if you and Monsieur Ruby both are to be serviced by a member of the staff, and it has been approved by me. Comprendes?”

There is a cold look in her eyes for a moment. “Yes, Mistress. I understand. And thank you again.”

Your lover stands up and extends his hand. “Yes Mistress. Thank you for this. Will we see you again later?”

“Oui. I forgot to tell you, tonight there will be an informal dinner for all guests, and then ‘playtime’ for those who want. The staff will keep you informed.” She then turns and leaves, gracefully moving as if she is dancing to music only she hears.

“What do we do first?” you ask.

He smiles, kisses you, and says, “Enjoy this tasty lunch.”

(I hope you enjoyed Part 3. Please return tomorrow for Part 4. For my long time fans (or even new readers), I apologize for the lack of sex in this part, but I wanted Mistress and her rules to be fully explained. If you disagree, or agree, tell me in the comments. If you enjoy my writings, share and subscribe.)