"I'm sorry, Hamish. My condolences to you and your family." Mia replied.
"It’s ok, my lady. She has been gone many years now. We all die someday, unfortunately. At any rate, I think you guys would be comfortable in these." Hamish came out of the huge walk in closet next to his mother’s picture holding a pair of satin pink panties and a matching robe to cover along with a pair of white boxers and tee-shirt for Darryl.
"Thank you, Hamish. We truly appreciate it." Darryl replied.
Mia was shocked when she saw the skimpiness of the clothes he gave them. Not only did she not know this man more than maybe twenty minutes if that, she was about to put on an outfit that not only made her look whorish but implied she was a freak. Dressing this way for your husband with him and you was one thing, she thought, but it was completely different with a stranger.
"I am sorry, I don't have anything more accommodating, my lady. Unfortunately, when my last wife left me three years ago she took all her nice clothes with her. This is what was left. Not having many visitors, I don't normally keep a large collection here." Hamish must have seen the stunned look on her face, she thought, astonished that he would expect someone he just met to wear such a thing.
Knowing she didn't have much of a choice with an innocent look from Darryl, his baby blues enough to melt any woman’s heart, she quietly took the outfit while Hamish proceeded back to the other part of the home. Suddenly, stories of crazies doing unexplainable terrible things flooded Mia's mind. You heard about this stuff all the time on the nightly news or those special investigation shows. An avid fan of these show types, Mia recalled one story where a lonely old man who never had company took in a young girl who was lost. Not even days later her mangled body was found in the river.
"Sweetie, it will be ok. Trust me, I know you're shitting your pants but we have no choice. We're lost here in the woods and I am sorry for that. I should have brought a map. Next time I promise I will. I just thought growing up here I should know these paths and valleys. I am sorry." Darryl whispered.
"You better be," Mia smiled. How could she hold him responsible, she thought to herself? How many times had she got lost herself?
"Hey guys not to interrupt your little squabble but dinner is ready." Hamish appeared in the doorway, his raised eyebrows showing concern probably hearing every word they said.
Embarrassed Mia didn't want the poor man to think poorly of her. After all, he was kind enough to let them in and take care of them. They easily could still be out there in this barren forest, prey to the countless species that hunted these parts.
"Here we come Hamish," Mia replied.
Hamish not only was a decent homemaker but his cooking wasn't far off either. He had set three places on the Formica table, the pearly white plates with gold plated silverware had an array of delicious food on them. In the center was a succulent brown meatloaf topped off with thick gravy, mile high mashed potatoes smothered in butter the warm smell of the condiments salty aroma pleasing to Mia's senses. Off to the right of each plate were a hefty amount of asparagus, their leafy foliage glistening underneath the dining room tables chandelier light. In the center of the table in a barn-red wooden basket was a stack of homemade garlic rolls.
"Shall we have a drink?" Hamish asked pulling up a bottle of whiskey in his right hand.
"Sure." Not wanting to be rude even though she didn't drink Mia handed him her glass listening to the murky brown alcohol splashing around.
"Me too. Sounds good, man." Darryl replied. Darryl an avid drinker, though not as much in the past few years, he still liked his drink now and then.
"So the story of the grizzly bear. Ah, how shall I begin this?" Hamish smelled the brim of his glass appearing to relish the aroma of his freshly poured beverage.
Darryl sat up his eyes fixed on Hamish as if he were a boy in the scouts listening to the leader tell a ghost story for the first time. Truly, Darryl was in his element when he was home here in the wilderness. It was a side of him that Mia loved seeing. The excitement and vigor he presented while here was absolutely amazing and quite erotic to Mia.
"Well, I was on the top of the North Mountain Hill taking a walk. I frequently do that these days now that I am retired from my corporate career. Anyways, there it was this huge Grizzly Bear staring at me grinding its white razor sharp teeth. Its paws had claws that could cut any man's throat in two. There was anger in that bastard's little black beady eyes. He was ready to have me for dinner. Little did that fuck know I too grew up in these parts. I knew how to hunt and always came prepared. Right next to me was my car. Slowly, I walked there and grabbed my rifle. One, two, three. Poof! He was down for the count." Hamish motioned as if his hands were the rifle and the walls were the bear.
Drinking another glass, Mia who wasn't accustomed to even drinking a glass of beer felt the room spin a bit as if she were on an endless carousel. Her breasts poking through the sheer material of the robe, she felt a connection never experienced before. Not entirely digesting her food, she desired to have Darryl's hard dick deep in her pussy. Strangely enough, she was desiring Hamish as well his manhood his masculinity a true turn on for her.
"Man, that is amazing. My pops and I never encountered one when living here but we sure would have loved to, that is for sure." Darryl's words began to slur as the alcohol worked its way through him.
"I'll tell you what is really amazing -- your wife. She has a gorgeous body and she looks as though she could use some loving. You can use my room if you'd like. Maybe I can watch, if its ok." Hamish proposed winking his eyes as he proceeded to pour another glass of whiskey.
"Ah, I see. Well, now I have to ask her." Darryl smirked pointing to Mia.
"Actually, baby, listening to Hamish and watching you be so excited about it like a little schoolboy has excited me so much. I want to feel you both inside of me. My pussy wants it bad."
"Now there is a proposal I can't refuse can I, Hamish?" Darryl asked, his rosy cheeks lightening up like a couple of Christmas lights on a tree.
"I say we take the fun into the other room. Don't you?" Hamish winked directing them both back to the bedroom.
"I think so. Come on, honey. We are really going to have some fun now." Darryl grabbed Mia off her seat holding her in his arms sucking on her perky brown nipples.
"Ahhhhh. Yes. I want all of you in me, baby." Mia moaned.
Though slightly intoxicated, Mia felt every touch and sensation that each man gave her. Placing her on satin sheet bed, pulling off her silky panties, Darryl began to run his tongue within her pussy lips. Standing above her, Hamish still holding his glass of whiskey in his hand pulled down his pants with his other hand. She thought Darryl's penis was big but his was more like that of a tree bark. Its length and girth were so thick that it closely resembled a Coca-Cola can. Hanging loosely like a couple of chestnuts hanging from the tree his balls swung back and forth enticing her to taste his man scent.
"Now, this is what I call fun." Hamish smiled, gulping the remainder of his drink and putting it down on the coffee table next to the bed.
Every tickle of Darryl's tongue sent a shivering chill through Mia's body. Her muscles tightened up as his lips worked on her clit massaging it preparing it for a complete workout. Grabbing Hamish's half erect penis tasting his manhood was so delicious and yet enticing her to beg for more. Feeling those huge balls slap on her lips, her wet tight breasts craving to be suckled and cuddled were quickly taken cared of by Hamish's firm yet soft hands. Positioning himself on top of her as she gulped deeper on his enlarged dick, dribbles of his precum moistening her lips as if it was a lip moisturizer, he rubbed on her breasts. It felt like he had never seen such a woman with a ravishing beauty as she. Looking up his pale blue eyes staring deep into hers, Darryl continued making love to her pussy as he put all three fingers into her. She could see his contagious smile spread wanting her to feel every bit of pleasure he was giving her.
"I love you, baby. I really love you an
d will always love youuuuuuuuu." Mia moaned and it wasn't just the sex -- it was a union of their love --that was connecting with Darryl on a higher level.
"Me too, baby. Me too. Together till the end. Ah, your pussy tastes so good. You going to squirt for me, baby." Darryl loved when Mia's cum splashed his face.
Provoking the inevitable as Hamish plunged his dick deep down her throat, her sweaty body began to tighten up in the first of a series of orgasmic waves, her muscles clenched in a tight grip. Digging her nails into the back of Hamish's ass cheeks, upset that she might hurt him but unable to control herself as the spasms of pleasure ravaged through her body with the steadfast pace of an approaching storm. Appearing to enjoy every moment of the pleasure himself his eyes rolled in the back of his head his chiseled chest heaving in and out as he moaned in ecstasy.
"Shit!!!! You fucking suck a mean dick!! Damn!! Hey, Darryl, you want some of this? I need some of that pussy of hers." Hamish yelled, sweat dripping off his face.
"Sure man. She has a nice pussy too. She's nice and wet for you." Darryl responded trading places with Hamish but not before touching Mia on her lips, French kissing her for about a good minute or two.
Slowly, Hamish put his hard prick into Mia's wetness. Already soaked from the first orgasm, her cum moistening Hamish's enlarged dick, the pleasure he brought to her was unlike she had ever felt. Probing her inner womanhood, his balls slapped quickly against her lips while Darryl filled her other hole with his hardness. It was like living a life utopia.
Sucking on Darryl's dick, his wet face tightening up as he was getting close to cumming all over her, Mia's skin hot to the touch was getting ready for the second orgasm. A warm tingling sensation ebbed from the tip of her fingers to her toes. Spinning around in a cyclonic light headed effect the room around her spun endlessly as every internal organ inside of her flooded itself. A sweltering pulse surged through her. This endless faucet of sexual energy flowed through Mia shooting out a spray of cum on Hamish's dick just as he came inside of her. Feeling his man seed flow in her at the same time as she climaxed was a sensation she would never forget.
"Ahhhhhhh." Splashing her face with his warm cum, Darryl moaned as he painted her face with the thick gooey substance.
"Damn, that was fucking hot. I needed that." Hamish said still inside of Mia his limp penis reluctant to give up.
"Yeah, me too. Boys this was totally awesome." Mia smiled.
Collapsing next to her, each on either side of her, both men still panting and sweaty from an intense workout one that would give Mia something to write home about for a good while. Hamish had such gorgeous legs too in addition to the rest of his body -- they were so firm and yet so hairy at the same time. They were like looking at legs of an athlete.
"I will always remember this, Darryl."
"Me too Mia. Me too. It was fucking awesome."
Chapter 8
Hours had passed since their hot rendezvous when Hamish appeared at their bedside with juice, eggs, and ham on a silver platter. Dressed in a cream-colored robe and fluffy white slippers he had a glowing smile on his tanned cheeks. It was as if he had found a new happiness in his life.
"Hey, guys. I just wanted to fix you some breakfast. It is beautiful out. I know you're not sure where you parked but I am pretty certain we can find where you are. I even have a map." Pulling out a white paper from his left breast pocket, Mia supposed he must have listened in on their conversation last night.
"Awesome, Hamish. I just want to say we really had a great time. I mean, I know it got a little out of hand but it was an experience I don't think either one of us will forget. How about you honey?" Darryl asked.
Mia's head felt as though someone had dumped a pile of bricks in her and started hammering away. That endless thumping was something she hoped would go away soon. She anticipated a much needed extra day off.
"You know, though I am feeling what I guess you would say is my first hangover I really enjoyed myself. I couldn't agree with you more, honey." Mia replied kissing Darryl on the lips.
"Me too, guys. I feel like a new man. You two gave me a new lease on life I thought was gone forever. Thank you for making me realize I still had it." Placing the platters down on the top of the bed, he quickly walked out whistling some tune as he danced away.
"Well, I must say this was an experience. You know what you have to do now, don't you?" Mia asked knowing there was one thing they had to do before leaving the Poconos.
"Yes, ma ‘mm. I will call as soon as I get some connection." Grabbing his phone from the back of the bed he pointed at the "no signal" symbol on the display. Finally, he felt ready to talk thing out with Cory.
"That's my man. I love you, darling. Now and always," Mia kissed him again this time on his chest admiring the heart of gold he had since the day she met him.
***
With Hamish's help, it didn't take long to get back to the car for the young lovers. Sun shining on a once again crystal clear sky, birds singing in the treetops and for a second Mia wondered whether the events of yesterday really happened.
She let a deep breath of fresh air into her lungs and turned around ready to remind her man his deed. But Darryl only smiled, shaking Cory's card in one hand- he has already dialed the number.
"Hey, Cory. Yeah man, it's me, Darryl Crawford. Me and Mia, my wife, will be by this afternoon, say, an hour or two. Hey man, we need to talk, ok? I mean really talk."
Mia sat up waiting anxiously hoping that what happened years ago could finally be done away for good. There was no need to have two grown men ruin a friendship over a silly misunderstanding.
"Done. He understands and he wants to bury the hatchet. Thanks, Mia. I honestly don't know what I would do without you. I love you."
"Me too." Mia replied knowing that soon this nightmare would stop haunting Darryl.
THE END
Secret Confession
Chapter 1
A howling wind roared outside as Kristy sat inside her quaint three-bedroom apartment, her windows shaking viciously. She hated this time of year when the weather was so bitterly cold. It snowed constantly and reminded her all too well of her current pathetic situation. At twenty-five, she still had no boyfriend or even a possibility of one and the prospect of finding potential love interest seemed dimmer each passing day. She was shuffling along her bare floors, hugging her coffee cup trying to desperately get herself together for another monotonous day at Parker Brothers store where just about every strange individual that roamed the earth seemed to cling. She couldn’t help but wonder if this would be her fate for the rest of her uneventful life.
Sprays of hail and ice pelted her kitchen window as the towering oak trees, that were full of life in the spring and summer, now void of anything scraped tirelessly against the monstrous winds. A chill went through her as she watched in awe how violent and malicious mother nature can be.
That is really sort of how her own life had become. A nerd since high school the brunt of one vicious joke after another and not accepted by her own peers, she knew all too well how evil people really could be. A stabbing pain swelled deep in her chest. Suddenly she felt empty cold as if she was just some carcass being prepared for her final moments.
Just as she became drowned in her own sorrows and the pathetic world, off in the distance, it was the John and Hank show -- her favorite talk show of all time. Those two guys were hunks, to say the least. She met them once at a public event in town. John had rippling muscles, deep bronze skin and vivid sable eyes that could melt any woman’s heart. Hank not so bad himself with his basketball player build, youthful contagious smile and raspy voice that turned her on in ways she never thought possible -- she practically had orgasms just listening to him.
If only she could get the two of them alone and show them how gorgeous and intelligent she was she could rock their worlds in ways, they never thought possible.
Laughing to herself, her feline friend Sophia stared at her
with those wide turquoise eyes, fluffy white fur reminding her a blanket of fleece. She could sense Sophia’s judging eyes silently telling her to get real --those guys aren’t interested in you, girl.
Tossing her head back cackling as she roamed through to the bedroom practically running into the chipped oak table in the hallway. One day that thing is going to cause me a major injury, Kristy thought.
Just as she was about to close the door it was time for the game of fortune contest. Each day the pair would ask a trivia question and the lucky winner would either win cool hard cash or a luxurious trip. The idea of winning anything was next to impossible, especially when it came to Kristy’s luck. One time she won a few dollars off one of those cheesy lottery scratch offs and she thought she was a millionaire till she saw it was a meager twenty dollars. Despite this, she loved games of chance or the opportunity to possibly win something even though deep down she knew she probably would win zilch.
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