Chapter 26: Finishing the Assignment

On the morning of the twenty-sixth, I leant my Suburban to Mom and Dad, loaded them and my sisters in it and waved goodbye to them. They were going to spend a few days at my Aspen house.

Mary and Andy knew I had eight more women to fuck in Vail to complete my assignment from Uncle Bert. Only nonkittens counted. As we discussed strategy, I wondered if Uncle Bert’s assignment of finding and fucking women was some sort of test, part of my training or simply just his own wild, sexual nature at its best. Remember, Uncle Bert did not say I had to seduce them. He just said I had to fuck them. In Aspen, we had found a sorority planning an orgy and joined in.

I had all eight by midnight, four for money, two I swapped Mary for the wife or girlfriend, two I seduced on my own. Two of them were standouts. The other six qualified for Uncle Bert’s criteria which is all I really expected or needed. You know sex is not worthy of writing about every time. Well, except with Andy and Mary or Eve or Cathy, but I think you have the flavor of them.

The two standouts you need to hear about.

His name was George and he was an asshole. There really is no better way to describe him. A lawyer about forty-five, full of shit and himself, he fell into Mary’s snare. He wanted Mary so badly he would have traded his law license.

Her name was Alicia. She was a twenty-six-year-old mother of a seven-year-old girl. From listening to their heated conversation, I gathered they had discussed mate swapping but had never actually done it. Now, George was pushing it with all his rhetorical skills. Alicia argued someone needed to look after the daughter, an argument which was swaying her husband to her point of view. Had I been nice, I would have kept silent. Instead, I offered Andy as a babysitter. Her face crumbled as George leapt to accept and renewed his onslaught to swap.

Her face was a study in sorrow when she relented, agreeing to come with me to my house while George and Mary went to another room together. I could tell from Mary’s face she had something planned, but that was George’s problem.

Alicia was dressed in standard cold weather skiing garb: black ski pants with stirrups in her faux-fur lined boots, a bright blue sweater of medium tightness, a ski parka in multicolors, primarily blue and red, and a wool hat in red with a tam. Her cheeks were red and burned from the wind and the sun. She wore blue gloves and a bright red muffler.

Alicia was pretty, with a flattish face, Slavic looking. Her hair was a deep blonde, or maybe a honey brown, with hints of red. It came down her back almost to her waist. Her eyes were the blue-gray combination of a postal uniform, a most unusual color.

I stepped aside, letting her enter the house first. Without speaking, she declined the offer of a drink and turned to let me remove her parka. I took her hand to lead her into the bedroom. She stood looking at the huge bed. I expected her to break into tears, but she fought to control herself, taking a few deep breaths.

“I am Ukrainian. My husband married me only three years ago and brought me to this country. George is a good man. He had provided well for me and my daughter. He loves me is his way and I love him in mine. George expects me to be the perfect little wife and I am.”

She turned to me, her eyes pleading. “Please, don’t ask me to do this. I know he is with your wife, but I, I have never been unfaithful.”

“Are you also obedient to your husband?”

“Yes.”

“He has told you to pleasure me.”

She shook her head, not being able to comprehend why this man she called husband had told her to have sex with another man. When I took her head in my head to raise her eyes to mine, she flinched but did not pull away.

“You must do this, Alicia. Now, undress for me.”

A tear formed. A single tear, in her right eye, the liquid growing until it overflowed and ran down her cheek. She nodded, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off her boots, sitting them neatly together at the foot of the bed. She continued undressing, removing layer after layer. When she got to her panties, she blushed, momentarily covering herself before slipping the panties down her shapely legs.

“Please. Aren’t you going to undress?”

I am a fast undresser. As I stripped, I looked at her. She had a lean body, small, high breasts with smallish nipples. Her hips were firm and wide, good for bearing children. Her bush was black and trimmed in a Mohawk, probably at George’s request for bikini wearing. Her stomach had a little Mound of Venus which I was aching to feel against me.

We kissed, starting the tender exploration of each other’s body. My cock, hard now, was trapped between her belly and mine as we stood together, my hands on her ass holding her into me.

“How do you like it?”

“What do you mean?” she replied, wide eyed.

“Do you want it fast or slow, rough or gentle?”

“I am the woman.” She acted confused, as if no man had ever considered her pleasure before and that she could not believe one was asking now. I explained I wanted her to have what she wanted. For only an instant, her eyes flashed sexual desire, before the look of sadness returned.

“As you please,” she said. For the first time, she did not turn away from me as she spoke.

What I pleased was to please her. I started by lifting her to the bed and laying her down, spreading her long hair like hay beneath her. Her expression was one of awe as I began to kiss her breasts and stomach before working my way down between her legs.