Callies Journey Ch 01

Let me introduce myself and set the scene for this story: I'm Bob and my lifetime best friend is Don. I'm 40 whilst Don is 38. We've known each other since our parents located to adjoining properties just outside a place no-one's ever heard of; Pelican Island, Texas some thirty-five years ago.

We've pretty much grown up together, through school, college, university. We've ended up doing similar jobs and are now working together. You might think that's a bit sad, but from the first day I met Don, it's been like having a twin brother. We have similar characters, similar interests, similar values and senses of humour to the point where we can and sometimes do finish each other's sentences.

For as long as I can remember, we've been inseparable, through joy and tragedy and as our parents passed away, we both inherited the properties we lived in and made them our own.

Both Don and I adore the female form; we're both alpha hot-blooded males and whilst both of us are heterosexual, we've loved together and occasionally over the years, shared girlfriends together. With our years of chasing girls receding, and after a long courtship, I married Sarah on my thirtieth birthday and Don married Callie six months later and for several years we were the perfect four-some friendship, constantly in each other's houses, the girls shopping together, Don and I working together and having similar interests and hobbies.

Then tragedy struck and Sarah was diagnosed with stage-4 incurable cancer. She passed away six-months later, and my world was destroyed. Don and Callie were there for me, through the most difficult time of my life. They supported me and in my darkest days, they lifted me up, and for that I will be forever grateful.

My life with Sarah had been truly erotic; hot, dirty, sweaty, and full of sexual excitement. Our lives centred around sex and if we didn't fuck at least twice a day, it was only due to either party being away from home or ill. Neither of us ever declined the others advances and we had a constant stream of new ideas to spice up our sex lives, from bondage to three and foursome's, from watching porn together to voyeurism, from lingerie to abstinence and teasing.

I have to say at this point that I've been blessed by God; I am very well endowed and over the years, have developed the staying power of a Rhino, where four or five hour fucking sessions have become normal. I've also been blessed with what I can only call fully functional balls, and when I do eventually cum, I've been told that I resemble Niagara Falls, a capability I'm particularly proud of, although on occasion, it's been a capability that has shocked previous girlfriends.

Sarah was the epitome of beauty, tall, statuesque, gorgeous body and without doubt, the hottest woman I had ever met. Her ability to switch from normal everyday wife to depraved dirty slutty whore was unparallel and her ability to take my rough fucking, in all her holes, and always want more made me love her all the more.

Whilst Sarah was and will always be the love of my life, I had always admired Callie from a distance. Although the best of friends, neither of us would ever cross that line of her being my best friend's wife. That said, Callie is one of the most erotic, classy, sexual creatures ever created, with never-ending legs, a butt to die for, large firm tits and the face of a Penthouse model, Callie turned heads wherever she went. She is also super-sexual with her regularly joking about the marathon sex sessions she and Don enjoyed. Sarah and I used to joke that we wanted to set-up a girl/girl relationship for her and Callie where Don and I would just position a cooler between us, dip in for regular cold beers, and sit back and watch the fun, but we never did; we were scared that it would ruin the perfect friendship we had.

For several years after Sarah passed, I pretty much lost interest in women and lost my sex drive. I had the occasional fling but none of them could come close to my Sarah. It took five years and the joining of a new intern at our office to re-awaken me. Becky was twenty something, and I watched as she strutted round the office in her tight-fitting business suite, seemed stockings, high heels with that perky arse wiggling, far more wiggle I'm sure for show, than was ever needed.

We struck up a friendship which progressed quickly to being lovers. At twenty years my junior she had the shock of her life the first time we were intimate. I skewered her with my weapon and after pounding her mercilessly for hour after hour, she had, so she told me, her first true orgasm of her life. For my part, I like rough sex, so I held her down, fucked all her holes until I was sully sated, leaving her a quivering wreck unable to move. I finished, after fucking her senseless by spraying her with my very hot cum. My job for that night at least was done!

It took Becky days to recover after which she attached herself to me and we ended up becoming an item; a fuck friends only item but she didn't seem to have a problem with that. My sex drive returned, and I took to staying over at her place regularly. We didn't eat much or socialise, we just fucked; in every room, in every position, I fucked her senseless night after night after night. I came in her, on her and over her and she came and came and came. She couldn't get enough of my hot hard cock, and I couldn't get enough of her young, firm lithe juicy body.

Just as my life started returning to something like normal, another tragedy struck, Don was involved in a motorcycle accident. We both ride Harley's and although good riders, Don was wiped out by some jerk more interested in texting than looking where he was going. The result was two broken legs, a broken arm, three cracked ribs, a collapsed lung and a fractured spine, in two places. Don was in a bad way and doctors said his recovery would be long and painful. That recovery was made much worse by him contracting sepsis in hospital which turned to gangrene in both legs; Don had no choice but to have both of his lower legs amputated and was clearly set for a long and very painful recovery and a complete change of lifestyle.

It was then my turn to support Don and Callie, and I did in every way I could. From shopping to doing jobs around the house, to giving them both emotional support, I was always there, as they had both been for me. After six months of operations and recuperation, Don was ready to return home. Due to his disabilities, Callie had their downstairs games room converted into a bedroom, together with a small gym to aid in Don's recuperation and an ensuite bathroom/ shower room. At least for the foreseeable future, that was Don's world.

Don returned home and we settled into a new life; Callie spending her time supporting and looking after him. Me working and supporting both of them and in the background keeping my little fuck friend Becky satisfied. Working and supporting Don and Callie were my obligations; Becky was my release and fun and I made sure to have as much release as possible. I made it my mission to destroy her every time we fucked; for her part Becky relished it and always encouraged me to 'fuck me harder' and 'fuck me deeper', instructions to which I felt obliged to honour.

I could see Callie struggling. It was hard supporting Don, her world had changed overnight, and although she undertook it with love and energy, I could see it taking its toll on her. Her struggles culminated four months after Don's return in her breaking down and sobbing on my shoulder. She held onto me tightly and I reciprocated, being the friend, she needed. The tears flowed and flowed.

"I'm sorry Bob" she confessed between the sniffles. I held her close comforting her.

"Look Bob, there's something I need to talk to you about, it's a serious problem."

"Go on" I replied, wondering what could be more serious that the medical issues we'd already been dealing with.

"I need help Bob, but before I go into detail, I want you to know that Don and I have discussed this and he's in complete agreement." I must have looked puzzled.

"Don't worry" she continued; "I'll explain."

"So, look Bob, we both know where Don is and that he's going to need constant care, probably for years and possibly for the rest of his life. I love him so much and I want to give him that care, but I need attention too Bob. I have needs."

"You have needs" I repeat questioningly.

"Yes Bob, I have needs. "I've discussed this with Don and we both agree. We both trust you implicitly and we want an arrangement with you."

"You want an arrangement?" I repeated.

"Yes Bob, an arrangement."

I just looked at Callie, not really know what she was talking about.

"Look Bob, I'm just going to come out with it; I need regular raw dirty fucking." She said it as if asking for a coffee. "Don can't do that anymore and probably will never be able to give me that again. I don't want to go behind his back. I love him too much for that. You are our closest friend, and I want an arrangement where you provide me that service. I will pay you a nominal amount, so we make it transactional, and you fuck my brains out regularly. I don't just want that Bob, I need it."

"Are you serious Callie?" I spluttered.

"I most certainly am" she replied. We are in agreement but there is one condition; Don is fully supportive of this, but should he ask, he wants to watch."

I coughed and swallowed at the same time, not really knowing what to say.

"I need this Bob. It's been eleven months since I've had any sex and I'm climbing the walls; I will be with Don until the day he dies but I can't be sexless, I need a man to use me like Don used to and Bob, you are the one we both want."

I was shocked but also intrigued. Callie was super-hot, and I could see the stress she was under. I just hadn't realised it also included sexual stress.

"We can discuss the detail, but I need you to say you'll think about it, if not, I'm not sure how Don and I will survive. Tell me you'll consider it Bob, please."

I thought for a few seconds, "I'll think about it Callie, of course I will."

"Thank you, thank you" she crowed, seeming to relax a bit.

"So, if we did this, how would it work?" I asked.

"Well Don is pretty immobilised in the basement for what I would guess will be at least the next six to twelve months, so I was thinking that we agree date nights, we meet either here or at your house, after all, your only fifty yards away, we do what we need, and don't forget Bob, I know of your history with women and your insatiable appetite, I want all of that and more, and when we're done, I return satisfied to Don, and give him the love and support he needs and deserves.

I thought, the ideas growing in my head. In addition to Becky, I had the opportunity here to fuck one of the hottest girls I knew, and with her husband's blessing. Was she being serious? The more I thought, the more it made sense. I knew Don and Callie so well; I trusted them, and they trusted me, and I wasn't going to fall in love with Callie and get all emotional. Maybe this was just another way I could support by best friend.

"So, the deal is, just to be clear Bob, I will pay you to use my body. I propose a price of $100 per session. I get to choose when, we both agree on where and you get to choose what we do. I will follow your instructions to the letter. You know I trust you implicitly Bob. You can use me as you see fit, in fact I need and expect you to use me as you see fit. I can deal with all the medical shit, but this is the only way I can get the release I need without deceiving Don and the only way I see Don and I surviving. Help me please."

"Well Callie, this is unexpected, but I must confess, and you know, I've always found you supper attractive, I'm intrigued and very interested. Are you sure Don's OK with this?"

"He is, in fact, he's the one that proposed it, I just can't survive with no sex Bob; its purgatory."

"OK, I replied, I'll do it" wanting to close the deal before she had second thoughts.

Callie's eyes widened in what I assumed was excitement.

"So look, I'm staying at Becky's tonight but we could do a first date tomorrow night if you like." How about I think about the detail, and I'll text you. I think for the first few times, we should do it at my place. Once we get comfortable, we can use yours. The idea of Don listening to whatever we do is a bit weird; I need to get used to that."

"Thank you, Bob you don't know what this means to me."

Being thanked for agreeing to fuck a very hot married lady felt a bit bizarre but, in the circumstances, I understood and after all, I was lined up for hot dirty sex with a very hot dirty woman, and after eleven months abstinence, I intended to make Callie's re-entry into sexual life memorable.

As I drove over to Becky's I couldn't help thinking of all the dirty things I'd fantasised about Callie over the years, and now was my opportunity to experience them all and support my best friend at the same time. I arrived at Becky's with the biggest hard-on I'd ever had and proceeded to spend nearly six hours fucking her senseless. Whilst I was buried balls deep in her hot wet pussy, I couldn't stop thinking of Callie. After a couple of hours, Becky wanted a break, but I wasn't interested. I kept fucking and she kept cumming. After another half an hour she all but passed out and I took the opportunity to spin her over and force my rock-hard cock into her tight arsehole. Drenching her in lube, I forced myself inside, still thinking of Callie. I was in balls deep in her stretched arsehole as she started coming around.

"Fuck Bob, what's gotten into you tonight" she groaned, another orgasm washing over her.

"Nothing special babe, I'm just in need of a good workout" I grunted, fucking her even deeper and harder.

At four in the morning, I finally rolled her over and dumped my massive load of cum over her hair, face and tits. She was exhausted, having cum repeatedly for the last six hours. I was physically exhausted but mentally, I was preparing for the night to come and my future adventures with Callie.

The next day was a Saturday, so no work. I got home from Becky's around ten in the morning, my head still spinning with ideas of what I wanted to do to Callie. I was planning my text message instructions to her in the shower and even after the extended delights of Becky's body, my cock was hard just thinking of Callie. I sat at the computer and drafted the text:

Hi Callie - before we do this, I want you to know and never forget how much I love, and I respect you. I mean that sincerely and that will never change.

For tonight, I want you to feed and settle Don for the night. It might be worth upping his morphine level just in case he wakes, alone in the night thinking of what I'll be doing to you.

When you've done that, you will shower and wash yourself thoroughly all over, inside and out, do your hair and apply makeup. You will shave your pussy; I want no hairs down there. You will dress in black sheer seemed stockings and suspenders, you will wear those black studded Louboutin heels you have, and a black G-string and bra. You will apply perfume, of your choice, and wear earrings, and that gold pendant necklace you like. You will, and this is important, keep your wedding ring on. You will wear nothing else, and when you come to me, you will leave your phone at home.

At 8:00pm precisely tonight, you will leave your house, make sure all doors and windows are locked and walk over to me. When you get here, you will first pay me the $100 cash and you will then be my property, to do with as I wish until I release you. Be aware, that once initiated, there will be no backing out of this arrangement. I need you to reply to this text confirming that you are doing this of your own free will and that you submit, without question, to be my sex slave for the night. I hit Send and waited; a minute later I received a response:

Hi Bob - I understand all your instructions and confirm that I am doing this of my own free will and that I agree to be your sex slave; do with me as you wish Bob, I am yours to fulfil your wildest fantasies and pleasures. I will be there at 8:00pm prompt.

So, it was really going to happen. I spent a few hours cleaning and tidying the house. I had wine in the fridge and various other alcohol in the bar. At 7:00pm I showered and dressed in brand new boxers and a casual shirt and trousers, they wouldn't be on long, so I wasn't too concerned with clothing. I'd had a hard-on pretty much all day looking forward to tonight and as 8:00pm drew closer, I got increasingly harder still. If I tucked myself tightly into the corner of my living room window, I could just about see Don and Callie's front door, and sure enough, at 8:00pm to the second, the door opened, and a vision of the hottest woman I'd ever seen stepped out. Dressed exactly as I had instructed, she locked the door behind her, put her keys into a small clutch and proceeded towards me seemingly oblivious of her state of dress.

Her walk was the sexiest ever. The heels accentuated her legs and curves. She shimmied and the waning sun shone between her never-ending legs; in truth, she was gorgeous. She approached my front door, and I heard a gentle knock. I opened the door, and her perfume wafted over me; everything was perfect. I opened the door wider and stood aside, she entered a couple of steps, and I closed and locked the door behind her, making a point to lock the deadlock and the second Schlarge multipoint lock. Not only was the world now locked out but more importantly, Callie, was very definitely locked in.

"Last chance Callie, are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"I've never been more sure of anything" she responded. "$100 is the charge I believe" she said, almost crooning as she pulled five crisp new $20 notes from her clutch and handed them to me.

"Thank you. Put your clutch over there girl" I motioned her to a side table. She complied.

On the bar I kept several whisky's that I knew she liked. I poured two shots of Redbreast 12 and handed her one.

"Drink" I instructed as I downed mine. She downed the shot with a mischievous smile.

"I haven't eaten all day, Bob. I never eat when I have a hot sex session planned, a few of these and I'll be anybody's."

"Well Callie, you're mine now, so turn around and let me inspect you girl." She complied spinning slowly and elegantly. She was indeed one of the finest specimens of womanhood I had ever seen, and she was mine, to be used and abused for as long as I wanted. He legs, long and shapely, her butt perfectly curved, as if designed by a mathematical formula, a tight narrow waste and perfectly formed soft but prominent breasts topped with what were already hard nipples. I had seen many glimpses of her before over the years, but never in a situation where I was lusting after her like this.

We gazed at each other intently, she had the slightest hint of a grin, both of us knowing and excited for what was about to happen.

"Is Don comfortable?" I asked.

"He is, he's fed, watered, medicated and sleeping. He asked me to tell you Bob not to forget about 'the girl in Mobile'. What does that mean Bob?" What did it mean? Don was referring to a spring-break we'd taken to Mobile fifteen years ago where I'd met a girl, Tammy I believe; we'd spent a night non-stop fucking with her trying to out-fuck me; ultimately, she failed and ended up in Emergency, apparently, she needed several operations to repair damage to her vagina and internal organs. It had been a standing joke between Don and I for years. I grinned maybe with misplaced pride as a recounted the story.

"Get on your knees girl." I instructed. Callie dropped gracefully to her knees. I approached a step closer, my crotch level with her face. I held her head gently and pulled it up against my now rampant cock inside my trousers. She shivered visibly and I could see the tops of those lovely tits jiggle and her skin quivering.