FIRST HOUR

I’d been lusting after Cloe Simmonds ever since I figured out all the amazing things the package in my pants can do. But she only had eyes for her handball coach. It was damn painful to watch. Luckily, he eventually decided that she wasn’t worth his career. Fool. As soon as he was out of the picture, I swooped in and swept her off her feet with a little help from my dad’s Jag and credit card. It was all worth it. Losing myself in her scent, kissing her whole delicious body from her forehead to her toes is heaven on earth.

“Is it ok if we do this for the whole night?” she giggles. She isn’t being serious, of course, but I hold her to her words. And she loves it. She loves it so much, that it secures me another date... And a few more.

SECOND HOUR

We watch a late-night movie and I walk Cloe home. “Let’s cut through the park,” she suggests with a glint of mischief in her dark eyes. I can barely keep up with her frisky, skipping steps as she pulls me towards the hill, where someone put a makeshift swing on the old oak tree. I know she loves that swing, so I make nothing of it ‘till she bends down stepping out of her knickers, rolls them into a ball and hands them to me.

Even the moon comes out of its curtain of thick clouds to take delight in this playful scene. Her skirt lifts up as she swings back and forth giving me a peek of her naked mound.

“Push me,” her lips probably say but I hear something completely different and I bury my head between her legs tasting the best after-cinema-snack of my life. I stand up and push her backwards on the long ropes. Her legs are wide open, inviting.

“The breeze tickles and turns me on,” she giggles.

“Oh, the breeze does?” I scold her. Unbuttoning my jeans, I revengefully take what’s mine.

THIRD HOUR

The end of a week-long bushcraft summer camp. It’s hot and everyone is knackered, sleeping on the bus ride home. Except Cloe. She had rushed to have the last seat for a reason. Her eyes are wide open and wild. She props her knees up against the seat in front and her skirt rolls down her bare thighs and hips.

“You are such a naughty little minx,” I tease following an invisible line from her knee down her inner thigh with my finger.

“I want you on the floor,” she commands, her voice’s grown quite assertive lately.

Oh, I am game but I don’t think she thought this through. She wanted to be naughty, but probably didn’t mean to offer her tight little star on the menu, which I’ll be licking and fingering for the one-hour journey. Mmmm.

FOURTH HOUR

When I fell in love with her tomboy playfulness, I had no idea just how kinky of a path we were to walk down. That bus ride gave her other ideas and after a night out, I find myself on an almost empty night bus. The opening and closing of doors in every stop, and the driver’s eyes on the mirror don’t stop her exploring lips and fingers. I will never be able to cover up these love bites and my dripping, aching cock can’t bear this torture much longer. Two stops away from her house another tipsy couple hops on. Apparently, she knows the girl and between drunken laughter they decide, it would be a good idea if they joined us for a few more drinks.

FIFTH HOUR

Cloe’s parents are out and the girls raid the drinks cabinet tasting the various spirits on each other’s lips. I pretend to be drunk and be okay with it. Truth is, I’m more than okay with it and my hard on is raging to teach both of those naughty girls a lesson, but it’s a bit awkward with the other lad there and being unsure what boundaries we want crossed, we shamelessly wank away, while the girls are having fun. Luckily, not quite satisfied with fingering and licking sweet sticky Curaçao off each other’s pussies, they soon rip off our clothes and getting off on watching the other couple, they ride us into a drunken cowboy paradise. I fall asleep thinking, if my whole life will be anything like this, I’ll be a happy camper.

***

While I re-live these memories as if they were happening to me now, somewhere deep inside the real-life, real-time me secretly knows, that actually it will get much better.

SIXTH HOUR

Just not with Cloe. The five hundred miles distance eventually separates us.

Her name is Angelique. Sitting opposite of me at French seminar. Black hair, like Cleopatra, eyes full of murky mysteries. She doesn’t often take them off me.

We’re not even into the second week and I’m on her bed, naked.

“I like to be on top,” she declares with her thick foreign accent. As if it was blatantly obvious what she really meant, she handcuffs me to the old wooden bedframe.

At this point all I know about bondage is from ‘Basic instinct’, so I’m half expecting worse than the red marks of her talons and a cock that only cums on her command.

I’m hooked.

SEVENTH HOUR

It’s Angelique again, her hair is longer, her grin more sinister and my cock is harder than ever.

“Are you ready?”

“I’m never quite ready for you, Angelique.” You just never know what you get with her.

She darkens my world with a pair of blindfolds and tortures me with ice cubes, drawing lines on my stomach, always near, but never quite reaching my painfully throbbing, precum-seeping cock, crying milky tears for her mercy. My nipples are frozen numb, but I still feel the bite of metal clamps. I involuntarily try to pull my legs up, but they’re shackled to the bed too. Damn. This girl is an inquisitor reborn. Still fucking hooked.

EIGHTH HOUR

“I want to try something new,” she smirks leading me into her spine-tingling domain yet again. It gives me an instant hard-on and an avalanche-potent snow-ball in my chest.

“Is there anything we have not tried?” I question, slightly terrified.

She grins back at me. “Oh, Nate, mon Cherie, we haven’t even started.”

Again,  I'm cuffed, blindfolded, wondering how her memory foam has surely saved the imprint of my ass, but nothing else. She straddles my chest and starts playing with my lips purring into my ear, telling me how much she likes my tongue in her pussy. How she likes tasting herself on my lips. “If you’ll be a good boy and make me cum with your tongue, I’ll have a nice surprise for you.”

She doesn’t have to promise anything, I love savouring the nectar of her power games. She gets really worked up and wet just by tying me up. I tease her with soft waves of butterfly flutter licks and then dwelve deeper. She grinds herself on my face holding her body up by the squeaky headboard.

I get startled by a sudden sensation on my cock. Either she’s deviantly flexible or...

Fuck.

NINTH HOUR

“Don’t fucking dare to cum, we’re not finished with you yet!”

Whoever thinks that this is every men’s wet dream hasn’t met these two nimphomaniacs.

They ruthlessly ride my cock taking turns, giggling, teasing each other, stroking each other into multiple orgasms. At some point they even make a joke of using me as ‘the perfect suction-cup dildo’ and how they’re going to ‘feed me some Viagras and invite another few friends over next time’. This is going on for hours and I’ve been ripped back from the brink of orgasm as least a dozen times.

On a good day, when they’re spent, they make me beg to be finished by hand. Today is not a good day. When they fuck themselves silly on my poor cock, they simply collapse on top of me, Angelique on my chest, Dominique on my thigh. I try nudging Dominique awake with my knee to have mercy on me. She moans and gurgles in her sleep, but eventually rubs my cock to release without looking up. I make a pitiful mess on my stomach as I drift to sleep too.

***

In my vivid dream I hear a female voice “Such a naughty boy!” and I think that one of the girls woken up.

I open my eyes and to my surprise, I’m in a hospital bed with a sexy brunette looking over me wearing pristine white hospital scrub, clipboard in hand. I try to open my mouth, but I can’t move my lips. I must be still sleeping.

She strokes my forehead, “It’s okay Nathan, go back to your sweet dreams.”

TENTH HOUR

It’s New Year’s Eve. The girls dragged me to a house party, where I don’t know anyone and they seem to have disappeared somewhere with the hosts. I find myself sitting next to a cute brunette with a fringe and big anime eyes.

“What is a guy like you doing with those bitches?”

The question is more like what they’re doing to me. But I’m not ready to talk dirty laundry with this cutie, especially not on a night when I’ve just stopped short of letting those two put a collar and a lead on me for this party. I just gulp my beer in silence and shrug.

“They’re obviously using you,” she presses on.

“And what if I like to be used?” I blurt out without thinking.

She mumbles something like “So what’s there to stop me using you too?” and the next thing I know, we’re in a room with a pile of teddies on the bed, which we promptly sweep off.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it feels great having carefree sex without ruined orgasms and being told when, where and how I can cum.

ELEVENTH HOUR

The girls know about each other and don’t seem to care. Angelique teases the shit out of me for having a ‘vanilla’ girlfriend but I think she secretly enjoys the competition. Liv sometimes gets in a ‘funny’ mood and asks very specific questions about Angelique, pressing for more and more intricate details. She has a fetish of digging into my mind. Then she brings stuff up right in the middle of our love-making. I’m pounding her soft pussy, taking it nice and slow savouring every move, every second when she whispers into my ear,

“I’ve read up on BDSM and you don’t come across as submissive to me. Have you ever thought about being at the other end?”

She seems so fragile, so vulnerable underneath me.

No, never, but the way she’s looking at me..

TWELFTH HOUR

Liv comes home with a pair of leopard print handcuffs, a very demanding attitude and soaked panties.

“I want to be tied up and used,” she demands.

The fire in her chestnut eyes draws me in. I guess we can try.

My ‘master’ voice and act is very coarse and I’m just using words borrowed from Angelique. Liv  respond completely differently than I used to. She really, truly enjoys being used and degraded. I suddenly realise just how unhealthy my relationship with Angelique used to be. This is completely different. We’re feeding off each other. I love this woman and I want to fuck her senseless 'till the end of times.

THIRTEENTH HOUR

Wow, so hey, it seems I’m more dominant than I thought. At least it explains, why I felt so out of place with Angelique and Dominique, when I should have been having the time of my life according to the stereotypical male fantasy. You are fed ideas about sexuality, but at the end of the day you have to find your own ways, own kink.

This is definitely mine. My beautiful wife tied in shibari bondage in front of me, the red ropes enhancing her soft curves as she looks at me with those captured deer eyes and her parted lips pleading without words.

FOURTEENTH HOUR

If there was one image, one feeling I could take to the afterlife with me, it would be this one: We’re on holiday and Liv’s sitting across the little stream that’s so crystal clear that you can see little silver fish swimming in it. She looks like a hippie cutie in her sleeveless summer dress. Her dirty blonde locks loosely cascade down her shoulders, damp and a bit frizzy from the humid forest air, a thin black headband wrapped around her forehead. I lecture her about the fish when she stands up, rolls down her knickers and throws them across the river to me.

“If you can catch me, you can have me!” she giggles and runs up the muddy hill.

I catch up with her in no time and I twist her hands behind her back.

“Such a naughty girl, running away from daddy like that. Now, I have to punish you.”

“Here? Please, no, anybody can see us.”

“You should have thought of that before teasing me, young lady.”

Sitting on a large rock, bending her over my lap I spank her bare bottom so red, that she has to sit on the edge of her seat at dinner. But her grin is bigger than the crescent moon as she squirms on her chair.

FIFTEENTH HOUR

Her alarm rings in the morning and she walks back from the bathroom with an ovulation test proudly showing off the smiley face on it.

“We have a project for later,” she beams.

Some men hate the stick, they feel they have to perform, but I love it. Another month, another opportunity to create something miraculous that will tie us together for ever.

The red morning sun seeps through the blinds and she basks in it like an irresistible goddess of desire and my morning erection argues,that I can’t let her leave after that revelation. I pull her back to bed and convince her to throw a sickie. Not only she gets breakfast in bed... this is how our daughter conceives.

SEXTEENTH HOUR

I had no idea just how much of a stormy ride parenthood is. Aren’t babies meant to sleep like, well, babies? This girl never sleeps. Liv walks around the house like a zombie. Sex? Absolutely, out of the question.

I treat her to spa afternoons and minibreaks and try to help as much as possible. Anything to get that sparkle back in her eyes. One day the minibeast is surprisingly sound asleep in the evening and Liv tells me, how much she’s missing sex and our old life. I kiss her whole body as she relaxes, drifting off to sleep. Even her scent is different, now that she’s a mother, a sweet, warm cozy smell. As I reach her breasts she moans loudly and doesn’t stop me like every time before. I lap up the tiny milk droplets forming on her nipple with tender curiosity.

“How does it taste?” she smiles, her eyes still closed. It tastes different than I expected, less milky, much sweeter. She encourages me to suckle her breast, another amazing bond tying us.

SEVENTEENTH HOUR

She’s posing in front of the mirror in her bridesmaid dress before her little sister’s wedding.

“My body’s changed so much, I don’t recognise myself.”

“I think you’re even more beautiful than before. Look at those full breasts.” I playfully squeeze them bursting out of her tight dress.

“I’m 36. My prime years will soon be over. I sometimes think we should live a bit more.

I raise an eyebrow, slightly suspicious where this is going.

“I have a new co-worker, an Italian girl, I kind of have the hots for her.”

I have to sit down for this.

Then she starts talking about Angelique. How my stories used to turn her on. She briefly describes a fantasy where she’d invite this girl over and we’d seduce her. All this while crawling on top of me, unzipping my tux trousers, forgetting just how delicate and tight her own cocktail dress is. What can I say, I’m fucking sold.

EIGHTEENTH HOUR

Somehow, I’m not surprised that this girl is the spitting image of Angelique.

“What kind of twisted, dark rabbit hole are you leading me down again, woman?” I ask her when Sonia is out of earshot. Her smile is wicked and whimsical. By the time I return from the kitchen with another round of drinks, my wife’s tongue is between Sonia’s lips as she catches my eyes provocatively.

“Oh, don’t mind me ladies” I say a bit awkwardly setting the drinks on the table, then I sit down. Sonia takes off her top and crawls towards me looking at Liv for permission. Liv walks over to me and kisses me hard and rough.

Sonia kneels between my legs as my wife opens my zip and holds my cock for her.

“You’re one lucky girl,” Sonia comments on my size.

“Lucky for you, I’m a good girl and I share.”

***

I surely died and gone to heaven.

“Not quite.” Oh, that voice again..

NINETEENTH HOUR

I was just getting blissfully settled into this new reality, being used by two women again, when they have another bombshell for me; Sonia is a swinger and they want to go to a party as two couples, Sonia bringing her FWB.

“It’s an exclusive club, very laid back, we can always just have a drink and have a look around.”

Of course, that’s not what happens.

Liv ends up being lured into the dungeon by a mistress, who whips her on the cross in front of a small crowd.

Fuck me, I married the devil!

TWENTIETH HOUR

We feed off that experience for months. I invest in a few equipment. Happy wife, happy life, amazing sex life.

The paddle is her favourite. We have to keep it for nights when the kid is at my parents’, because it’s noisy, she’s noisy. Just the way I like it. A detached or even a farmhouse would probably be a good idea.

TWENTY-FIRST HOUR

Sonia and Rob are not playing as they are trying for a baby, but Liv convinces me to visit the club again. It’s Valentine’s day and her gift to me is, that I take total control of the night. We’ll do what and whom I choose.

I choose two well hung stud for her not only because I know, that secretly that’s what she fantasizes about but because I like to see her fucked into absolute ecstasy. Another tick on our sexual bucket list. One, that we’ll likely to repeat to be honest.

TWENTY-SECOND HOUR

Another great idea, that leads us down another interesting path comes from another twisted female mastermind. My daughter suggests we should holiday together with Sonia, Rob, who is her ex FWB, now husband, and Ronnie, who is Rob’s daughter from a previous relationship and happens to be the same age as our daughter.

Sonia is pregnant but it doesn’t stop her having some holiday fun with my wife when the offsprings are in bed.

“At least her sex drive is back,” Rob raises his whisky glass as we watch them, “the first trimeser all she’s done was throw up and complain.”

***

I’m not quite sure why this scene made the best twenty-four hours of my sex life…

Oh, I remember; in a few days Liv will start throwing up in the morning so technically, I have just witnessed two pregnant women have some hot lesbian sex. Yes, it totally happened.

TWENTY-THIRD HOUR

And they don’t stop there. They decide to have a midnight skinny dip in the balmy Mediterranean sea.

Rob volunteers to keep an eye on the kids and nurse his whisky.

The girls encourage me to join them in the water as they play under the full moon and the sparkling blanket of stars.

***

My wife’s voice, “Choose wisely, you only have one left.”

Her voice brings me back to reality.

The accident. I’m in a coma.

TWENTY-FOURTH HOUR

I open my eyes and I see Liv and the doctor kissing. Then I hear the doctor’s voice, confusion and slight amusement in her voice, “That has never happened.”

I force my eyes open, look at the two women in front of me and I sit up in bed.

“I guess we can call the first ever sexual anamnesis therapy a success.” Then she points at the monitor with confusion, “I still don’t know how you did that.”

“Maybe I can see the future,” I chuckle pulling Liv in for a kiss. “You ladies didn't think that you can get away with making me re-live all that and not have consequences. You’ve woken a monster.”

“Well, have to admit, just watching it made me quite horny,” the doc says joining in our kiss.