- First person to start the story: Darren

There was a knock at the door. Adam’s room was closest to the front door and he ended up answering it most of the time. Opening the door revealed a lovely woman smiling with a tripod in one arm and a carry bag in her other hand. “Can I help you?” Adam asked.

“Hi, I’m Leal. Here to see Divinia and Darren,” Leal greeted cheerily.

“Come on in, Leal,” Darren welcomed. “Thanks, dude,” Darren gestured to Adam. “We good for a couple hours, like we talked about?”

“Sure, man. I forgot today was the day. We talked about it two weeks ago," Adam replied.

“Cool.” And with that, Darren closed the drape to the living area.

While Leal set up equipment, Darren made espresso shots for everyone. Divinia came out of the bathroom wearing only a robe. No longer nervous about doing these shoots anymore, she has had Leal film her before.

Leal mentioned that she was ready and talked about what she planned with Divinia asking her if there’s anything she would like to change or add.

Divinia asked if it was okay if Darren watched this time, and Leal was okay with it.

Darren turned the stereo on to sultry music while Leal moved around Divinia to get an idea about lighting.

“Okay, ready when you are, Divinia,” Leal motioned to her erotic subject. She was just as excited to see Divinia disrobe as Darren was, and with a swift motion it came off.

Leal immediately began filming while Darren moved to the edge of the room, sitting in the recliner pushed out of the way for this occasion.

Divinia was a natural tease and all her features were driving Darren wild. Divinia began pouring oil over her back in one scene. Darren couldn’t help himself and started stroking his little guy. Hoping this wouldn’t offend Leal, he tried to keep his activities concealed.

After the oil scene, Divinia walked sultrily towards Darren and back again. Her lips hung below, beckoning to be licked. On the third pass, Leal said that she needed to take a break as there was an issue with one of the cameras.

With these few minutes, Divinia walked over to Darren and pulled back his recliner to prone position, then sat back, hovering over Darren’s mouth, inviting a lick. While Darren savored her exquisite lips, Divinia let out a moan.

- The story switches now to Adam’s point of view...

Adam, who had peeked in from behind the curtain, had come over ever since the music started. He was blown away by all unfolding and hoped he would get a chance to see the finished product for multiple viewings. While watching through the slit in the curtain, he entertained the thought of savoring those lips too.

He could see Darren reach over the side of the recliner, pressing one of the buttons raising the back. Divinia began sliding down onto Darren's lap where her lips found his eager cock. She slid back and forth several times. Somehow Darren's cock found his way into her pussy, and it didn’t take long for him to explode into her in all the excitement.

Leal called out, “I’m ready. It turns out the shutter cable was jammed and drained one of the batteries by taking multiple photos."

Divinia got up off of Darren with many dribbles coming out of her. Leal giggled and said, "We can work with this. Let's have you sitting on the coffee table and glide your lips back and forth."

With that, Adam couldn’t take it anymore and decided to head down to the local cafe. After about ten minutes scrolling through his phone in the sunlit window and enjoying his cappuccino, he heard a “Hello there, remember me?”

Marriam looked down from over her coffee. “Can I join you?” she asked. Marriam dated Adam for several years -- up to about two years ago -- when she left him for Lenard.

“It’s good to see you after all this time,” Adam expressed. “I can use the distraction to clear my head.”

“Oh, a lot going on?” she asked.

“Darren has taken to using the apartment as a film studio,” Adam shared.

“I heard about this. He’s hooked up with a model, I hear,” Marriam acknowledged.

“The most delectable model I’ve ever seen... err, yes she is quite something. They don’t call her divine for nothing,” Adam mused.

“I have a way to distract you further,” Marriam suggested. “Let me make lunch for you.”

Adam felt a twitch in his pants over this proposal. Blood had already been flowing through his main vein only half an hour ago from his voyeur experience. “Yes, I will gladly accept lunch from you. I thought you were with Lenard, though. I don’t want to cause problems for you.”

“Oh, we are on a break, so to speak,” Marriam revealed. “Still in the relationship, but...” Marriam wondered how much she should share. “Now is a good time for lunch, let's just say.”

At the apartment, it was pretty much how Adam remembered it. A few more plants and three cats now compared to the two before. “You aren’t becoming a crazy cat lady, are you? There seems to be a flock now.”

“The word you’re looking for is clowder,” Marriam corrected. “They are such great lounge masters I barely notice there are three now. It isn’t like having dogs, each eager for attention.”

Adam rolled his eyes at this comment as two cats tried to nudge his hands for petting.

“Why don’t you come in the kitchen to help me,” Marriam called out.

Adam walked into the kitchen and his eyes nearly fell out of his head. Marriam was cutting vegetables for a salad and had her skirt brought up and tucked under a thin belt. Two ass cheeks begging to have hands on them. As Marriam was leaning forward slightly Adam could see her labia lips enticingly hanging below. Without wasting any time, Adam came up behind her, pulled down his pants and began stroking her lips with his penis.

Marriam’s lips were well moistened as she thought about Adam since the coffee shop. “Mmm,” she moaned. “You can enter me now,” she called out with urgency.

Adam slid into her love tunnel. Marriam was one of his favorites, and if it was his choice, they would never have parted.

Marriam attempted to keep cutting vegetables while Adam slid in and out of her again. The velvety sensations were too distracting and she ended up pushing the cutting board forward and lying flat on the island, inviting Adam to really give it to her now. Adam picked up the pace and even leaned over her while pumping into her. He surprised himself and began kissing her shoulder.

- The shift of focus moves to Marriam now continuing the story...

Marriam loved Adam’s cock. His girth gave a wonderful stretch to her inner walls. She wondered how she was going to manage this no-strings-attached fun. It had been too long without a cock in her. For today this is exactly what she needed. The rhythm picked up now, and she could feel her edging to a climax. Adam was always so good at reading her, often anticipating correctly when to pick up the pace.

“Oh yes, yes, give it to me,” Marriam pleaded.

They both collapsed at the same time onto the island as the final waves flowed through them.

“Let's eat. I have an appointment this afternoon and I’d like to savor you one more time before I go,” Marriam prompted.

After their lunch of leftover salmon and salad with homemade dressing, Marriam got up, grabbed a hold of Adam’s hand and led him to the bedroom. “So are you forgetting about your flat mate troubles?” she asked.

Adam joked the last two weeks of his memory had just been wiped.

Marriam sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Adam's pants down. Before putting his dick into her mouth, she asked if he can handle no strings attached fun and if it was okay to continue.

Adam, no longer in control of his head, began nodding...his little guy had sent the message up to his brain. “We’ll deal with this later... Say yes to any questions!” came the request from his now growing member in her hand.

Marriam leaned forward, licking the head, around the helmet and began gliding her tongue along its underside. A few drops of precum dribbled out onto the helmet where she eagerly sucked it off.

“Okay, I think you’re ready,” She looked up with a smile, and with that scooted back on the bed, lifting her skirt up again.

Adam crawled up the bed and over her, lowering himself onto her. Hoping to get a kiss, Marriam reciprocated. Adam still had feelings for her and needed this to encourage him, not wanting to play into pure no strings attached fun. His little guy easily found her entrance and slid all the way into her, having been filled earlier with his love juices. Slowly he worked himself in and out of her while she moaned deliciously.

“I’m liking it slow this time,” Marriam encouraged.

Adam was able to last much longer after having had an orgasm before lunch and could bring Marriam to several orgasms before his arrived. They held each other on the bed for twenty minutes without saying much while relaxing. Suddenly her phone began playing a gentle chime.

Marriam got up right away and said, "It’s time. I have to go to my appointment now. Feel free to hang out with the cats for a while before you go. Thank you, Adam. That was lovely.”

Marriam had been driving for almost two hours out to the country and finally saw the sign. ‘Regional Correctional Facility --- turn right’. Marriam approached the gate and was greeted by the guard saying it was good to see her again. After waiting fifteen minutes in the front foyer with about twenty other people. Doors opened, inviting everyone in.

-It is Lenard's turn to take on the story...

Lenard walked into the glassed meeting room and could see Marriam at one of the booths. After each inmate was given the rules of conduct, they approached their visitors. Marriam was the only one to visit in the past year, almost weekly. It was always good to see her. Her lively spirit and sense of humor infused him for the week of loneliness and of course her energy had a way of stimulating him even through the glass. She was pure eye candy.

The usual updates were given about friends and family and how she missed him. Two things that caught Lenard's ear was when she teased him about fooling around in here yet. Secondly, she said she wanted to start coming every two weeks as it was such a bummer of a drive all the time. They parted with both hands on the glass. It was usually harder for Marriam to say goodbye. This time Lenard felt an ache knowing something had changed.

Lenard walked back to his cell with his bunk mate Tony. Tony was gay and had two male visitors that day. Tony was the head chef and managed to pull strings in many ways in his favor. Evening meal was called, and the halls filled with footsteps to the mess hall. Lenard ate but couldn’t put his finger on the feeling he was having. Not wanting to watch TV, he retired early to his cell. Tony soon followed and also began reading in the lower bunk.

Tony whispered up that if he ever wanted to take him anytime, he would be grateful.

Lenard declined. “Ah, thanks, dude---not my thing. Plus I just saw Marriam so my solo activities will be well fueled.”

After half an hour, Tony got up to use the loo and took a dump. “All empty if you change your mind,” he called out.

“Ahhh, still no,” Lenard affirmed.

Lenard finally fell asleep with book in hand, becoming aware of his dream. He was on a long couch with his legs up talking with his psychotherapist. She happened to be wearing a short black skirt in the dream with stunning legs dreamily crossed and a notepad in her hand. She shifted back in her chair and recrossed her legs. So erotic.

“So the signs to look for in cheating are many. From what you’ve told me it sounds like projection is going on. She is accusing you of fooling around while doing it herself. And also distancing herself from you by changing the meeting cycle to two weeks,” his therapist revealed.

Lenard shot up in bed in a sweat realizing where he was again. The time was three in the morning looking at his watch. He looked over the edge and saw Tony sleeping.

“Tony, psst, Tony,” Lenard whispered. Nothing happened, so Lenard giggled, stirring the bed and waking Tony. “Shh...I’m ready. If anyone finds out about this, I’ll throttle you.”

Tony excitedly got up and said, "Don’t come down yet." One of the favors he asked for from head office was to have a desk in the room. Behind the bunk, Tony pulled a sheet so it hung down, blocking any view of the desk from out in the hall. He lay a towel over the desk and pulled out a small canister out of one of the drawers, which had coconut oil in it from the kitchen.

Okay, I’m ready,” he whispered up.

After climbing down, Lenard asked, “How do you want me?”

“Well, I’d prefer to be on my back, but I know that will be too much for you, so I’ll take it from behind,” Tony said.

Both inmates pulled their pajamas down. Tony quickly reached forward with lube in his hand, coating Lenard's cock, trying not to make it too enticing that he would change his mind and only want a hand job. Next, he dipped his finger in the oil and reached behind him, easily coating his loose little sphincter.

Tony leaned over the desk and lay on the towel. With a moment's hesitation Lenard approached, grabbed his cock and edged it towards Tony’s now gaping little love bud. He pushed it in and wondered what he was getting himself into. He had to do this. The realization Marriam was seeing someone was too great a pain for him to deal with.

After a few gentle pushes he was balls deep into Tony. Slowly, in and out, he began working up a rhythm. Tony, who still had some oil on his hand, began pulling his own dick, stroking it as he imagined his lover giving it to him.

The fact that Tony was splayed over the desk similarly to Marriam on her kitchen island at home was not lost on Lenard. He imagined Marriam gripping the edge of the island, moaning...one of her favorite places to be taken. Lenard really started letting loose now and began pumping into Tony. Tony could hardly contain himself, fighting to not let out a sound. Finally it happened. Tony’s stroking of his cock and having his own love tunnel so completely filled caused him to shoot several loads into the side of the desk.

Lenard felt Tony’s sphincter tighten down on him and pushed him over the edge as he unloaded several gobs of cum into Tony. He backed up, murmuring, “Thanks." He wiped his dick on the hanging sheet and climbed back up into his bunk and fell asleep.

Tony, thrilled by what had happened, tidied things up and crawled back into bed.

The next morning, Lenard had overslept and got up to go to the mess hall, hoping to grab any remaining breakfast. Heading down the hall, he met Janine, one of the guards.

“Oh my God, he finally talked you into it,” she giggled

--The story switches to Janine’s point of view, the final character in the story.

Lenard passed by. “Shh, no one can know this. How did you even know?”

“Believe me, I know all about yearning. My husband has been deployed for two years now,” Janine confessed. She watched Lenard walk down the hall, wondering if he was truly innocent as he once shared with her. She made her way back to her office to fill out the final report of the day.

While typing up a few notes at the desk on the communal laptop, a door opened in the corner of the room and Jade came out of the bathroom.

“You know, every time you are in there, the internet gets slower,” Janine teased.
Jade’s face started to go red and then redder still, and he decided to confess...own up to the situation. “It’s true, I’ve found a new film producer I love watching on Lush," he said.

“I was teasing you about the internet. The building is on cable, so there wouldn’t ever be a drop in service,” Janine playfully remarked.

“You’re good! You caught me in the act. Well, the content provider I watch is ‘iamtherealleal’. Probably not your thing, but I’m sure you can find stories to suit you."

Janine closed her locker to get ready to leave and asked, “What did you say the site was called again, Lush?”

“Lushstories.com... Lush for short,” Jade answered.

Janine was looking forward to checking out this site. With her husband Ray overseas, she had gotten into erotic fiction and lots of online photos to take up her evening activities. She surprised herself that lately she was only into female-on-female stories. She felt safe exploring this side of herself...that somehow it didn’t feel like she was crossing a line. As a teenager, she had encounters that were mainly kissing and tweaking each other’s nipples...so not really anything to write home about.

Her drive home was short as she decided to rent out her house in the city over two hours away. She then rented a quaint cottage only twenty minutes from work. The shower was the essential first step to getting home, as it effectively rid herself of the graveyard shift energy and allowed her to get into the playtime ahead. Grabbing the head of the shower, she pulled it down to her puss and sighed as it quickly put her in a relaxed, tingly, delightful space. A small shiver came over her as a tiny orgasm moved through her.

Stepping out of the shower now, towelling off, she headed to the living room. Her laptop on the coffee table and tv on the wall she powered everything up, quickly typing Lush’s website. Fascinated and also curious about Leal's movies, she typed in iamtherealleal and was instantly enamoured with a beautiful woman writing stories and producing videos.

Scrolling through the list, Janine randomly pointed at the screen. “Let’s go with this one. I like beetles.”

Janine was immediately drawn in by the music, the sensuality and the cinematography was stunning. Putting her finger down in her nether regions, she could feel that she was still slippery from after the shower...and then a slow realization washed through her.

“Oh...my...God! That is Divinia. Darren’s girlfriend.” Janine bellowed out, horrified but still aroused.

Divinia moved into the caravan now. Janine couldn’t take her eyes off of her and began stroking herself a little more aggressively now. Everything was so delectable about this woman. Her breasts were begging to be fondled, her lips and eyes almost asking, "When are you planning on kissing me?" and her labia could be slurped on for hours.

Janine reached into the side of the couch and pulled out one of Ray’s drumsticks she found the other day in one of the packed boxes. Reaching on the table, she squeezed some fresh lube on the drumstick’s tip and began recoating it with a slippery layer.

The film began honing in on Divinia's labia and her enticing smile. Janine couldn’t handle it anymore and slid the drumstick into her enough to begin rubbing her G-spot while she stroked her lips and clit. Her lips slid between her fingers in each upward stroke. She moved the drumstick further in until she felt it touch her cervix, then put pressure down on the bottom of her pussy, causing the stick to move up above the cervix, stimulating another area she loved having rubbed.

Darren’s girlfriend was blowing Janine’s mind. Sooo sexy. The first wave hit, then a second. Janine rubbed and rubbed while continuing to push the stick down on her pussy while her anterior spot got stimulated. Two more waves hit while she called out, “Fuck me!”

It must have been two minutes after this mind-blowing experience when the bleep came in. The messenger app on the computer prompted a message. “Hey sista, how's it going?”

It was Darren. “Now isn’t a good time,” Janine replied.

“Divinia and I haven’t seen you in a while, and we're wondering if you’d like to visit this weekend is all,” Darren asked.

“Oh sure, that would be nice. Ah, Darren...” she almost asked.

Darren questioned, “Yes?”

“Oh, never mind. I’ll see you Saturday,” said Janine.