First, I must thank Miss Bella Mariposa for editing this latest round of chapters to my Beetlesmith's saga. She has done a superlative job as always, and has saved me much embarrassment highlighting many of my more egregious grammatical errors. I have met few people, outside my own sweet lovely, who have exhibited a sharper mind and keener wit, nor anyone who possessed a more kind and gentle spirit than she does. Any errors that remain in syntax, characterization, or plotting are clearly the fault of the author, and no other. Thank you again, Bella. You are the greatest!
I should make note that barring something out of the ordinary, and unless stated otherwise, Bella will be editing all subsequent chapters until I finish this damnable tale. Those screams you may be hearing are most likely Bella trying to slit her wrists with a dull butter knife at this news.
For you readers, thanks so much for sticking with this story! I know I've been slow posting additional chapters, but I have a day job, and sometimes I don't have the time or wherewithal to write. As of now, I do have a considerable backlog of finished chapters, and will be releasing a new one every two to three weeks from now on. So, come back often to check on my Member's Page, and please leave a comment—I love reading your comments.
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I was in a darkened space. I assumed it was a large room, although I had no sense of walls, only of a ceiling that supported two bright lamps shining down from above, illuminating Karen and Gloria. Both were blindfolded, expertly and sensuously bound to high-backed chairs that were facing each other. I could hear no sound except for the rapid breathing of my two captives. They squirmed weakly against their bonds, trying vainly to gain any amount of slack to exact some type of escape, or, at least, to gain some level of comfort from the tightness of their restraints. Their breasts were flushed scarlet as they protruded through gaps in their binding cords. Their nipples were hard and erect, belying their soft whimpers of protest at their maltreatment. They were, in fact, aroused.
I attended to Karen first, rubbing the underside of my swollen cock along her hardened nipples until a small bead of pre-ejaculate emerged. Putting the end of my cock close to her mouth, I could her feel warm breath enveloping and caressing me as she panted in sexual anticipation. No words were spoken, but as if by command, she touched the clear bead with her tongue, capturing it, and drew it back into her mouth. For a moment, a clear strand, consisting of a mixture of my fluid and her saliva formed a connecting bridge between my cock and her tongue. When the strand finally snapped back into her mouth, I plunged my member after it, allowing Karen to suck. Suck on it she did, with a greed and fervor she's rarely displayed in our married life. I pulled out of her before I neared climax, causing her to whine in disappointment.
I preformed the same ritual on Gloria. She too sucked on me with the same voracious hunger. I stopped again as I neared climax.
Just as I was turning my attention back to Karen, out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a figure that had been watching us from the shadows. When I turned to confront the figure, he stepped into the light, compelling me back into the darkness. The figure was a man, but the specific features of his face eluded me as if some dark, impenetrable veil shrouded them. He walked stiffly and with a limp. His body was similar to mine, all except for his massive organ, the end of which swung limply around mid-thigh whenever he moved.
Karen's bonds and blindfold fell away as the man limped toward her. The light from above shadowed her face, giving it the appearance of a grotesque, macabre mask, with deep, cavernous eyes, the depths of which were augmented all the more by the corpse-like paleness of her skin.
The man stood in front of Karen, and without word or sound, she applied hand and mouth to his flaccid organ until it stood out fully erect.
The veiled man then turned his attention to Gloria, who was still bound to her chair. His massive erection, slathered heavily with Karen's saliva, slid easily between her legs. Gloria began screaming in obvious delight...
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My eyes snapped open. The dreams started the day after Gloria flew back to Colorado, the same recurring dream, unvarying each night.
What day did that make it? It was four days past, with four dreams. It was Wednesday morning.
Also, for the fourth straight morning, I felt my dear, sweet wife fondling me with mouth and hands under the covers. I'm still not sure what actually wakes me, Gloria's screams of pleasure, or feeling Karen going down on me. No matter, both seem to occur simultaneously.
As I watched Karen's head bob under the covers, I replayed the whole somnambular episode in my mind. I thought the whole thing strange, but in a good way. Not just the scenario playing out in my dream, but that I still recall it upon waking. I rarely remember my dreams, but this one stays with me, and remains vividly etched in my memory. I wonder if the elixir is somehow affecting me in this way, and whether Karen is experiencing the same phenomena. One thing I knew, the elixir had caused an incredible rejuvenation in our marriage. Karen and I hadn't played together like this, and with such intensity and frequency, for many years.
"You're really going to spoil me if you keep giving me wake-up calls like this."
Karen poked her head out from under the covers, "It's about time. How long have you been awake?"
"Couple of minutes."
She shifted forward, and neat as you please, slid my cock into her already saturated pussy with one smooth motion. As with the other night with the group, and subsequent mornings, Karen's pussy felt snug about my cock. It was an unusual, but pleasant sensation that I still hadn't gotten used to, nor could explain.
She began rocking her hips back and forth, same as Jackie had done the other night, keeping her clitoris always in contact with my body, while using a supple shifting of her hips to create stimulation for the both of us.
"God, I can't get enough of your cock," she murmured with closed eyes, while falling further into a self-induced, sexual trance.
That was a phrase she used a lot over these past few days, and said repeatedly during any number of situations. I particularly liked it when she mumbled it around a mouthful of my cock, but when said while we were fucking, it told me she was nearing climax.
She leaned backwards, clamping her hands onto my knees for support. This new position fully exposed her swollen labia and clitoris to my deft attentions. I started by sliding my thumb up alongside my cock, while placing pressure against her vaginal wall.
She let out a loud moan, then said in a dreamy voice, "That's the spot, baby." She paused for a moment, as if savoring the waves of euphoria like an oenophile may savor a fine wine by rolling it around their tongue. A large, opened-mouth grin erupted on her face, before she chanted that sweet phrase again, "I can't get enough of your cock," with the word 'cock' spoken almost as a high-pitched, gleeful squeal.
She increased the frequency and force of her pelvic gyrations, which pushed my cock and thumb even further into her. When I gently tapped on her clitoris with a finger, it was all over but for the shouting.
She lay on my chest, panting, but she wasn't finished with me yet. Shifting her hips up and forward, she positioned my still hard cock firmly between her buttocks, while gently sliding her ass up and down along my shaft. This was a prelude to another of Karen's recent sexual discoveries, what she lovingly called a 'twofer.' After a quick and intense fucking of her pussy, she wanted a slower, more thoughtful poke in her rear.
As she got her breathing under control, she kissed my chest, and said while accentuating the wiggle of her ass, "I think it's time you put that fat cock up there as well."
