Chapter 16: Truth or Dare. The Conclusion

Hi there, readers. Well, we’re on the front straight, heading towards the end of my stories. I have only a few more tales to tell before you’ve caught up with where my life is now, and we both will have to wait and see what happens next.

If you remember, my last story finished when Freddy took me home after we’d spent the night fucking a young brother and sister couple we’d met at the Home Free concert. Freddy and I shared coffee with my housemates, and when they left for work or uni, Freddy did, too, leaving me home alone. That’s where I take up my story.

After my extended family had left, and because I hadn’t showered at Freddy’s, I went to my en suite to wash the previous night’s excesses from my luscious body. I luxuriated in the almost stingingly hot water as I carefully washed all traces of cum and pussy juice from my face, lips, breasts, body, pussy, and bottom.

I’d started doing my Kegel exercises as soon as I’d woken up, so my tight, delicious pussy and ass remained so. Readers, you must remember that one of my primary roles is to adorn my husband’s arm as he hosts or attends events that will advance his business. Having an adornment with a saggy ass, pussy, and/or tits will not do! So far, as my thirty-ninth birthday neared and my fortieth approached, my breasts, stomach, bottom, arms and legs have remained delectably firm. However, I am not above having someone surgically intervene to keep me that way if it becomes needed.

I work hard to maintain my looks and figure, and although I don’t always mention Patrick’s visits, I work out with my personal trainer at least five times per fortnight. I also use my treadmill or ride my exercise bike every day. My beauty regime includes using face scrubs, exfoliants, collagen, and moisturiser and doing various exercises to keep the skin on my face and décolletage firm, supple, and unwrinkled.

My makeup is of the highest quality and free of any harsh chemicals that could damage or occlude my skin. I will admit to a few grey hairs that I have carefully died out when necessary, but they are still quite sparsely spread across my scalp.

My delightful 183 cm (6-foot), 75 kg (165 lbs), 36-25-36 figure with my deliciously rounded and firm 16 Double-D breasts shames women half my age and compares favourably with most film or TV stars. I’ve been mainly compared to Mariska Hargitay, but my larger, fuller breasts has also had me compared to Terri Hatcher. I take those comments for what they are: Compliments. But I also know I’m beautiful enough on my own not to need those comparisons.

I delight in my ability to seduce and entice men and women equally. However, my sudden emergence into bisexuality is only a recent event. Before my first adventure at The Fontaine Clinic, the only same-sex experience that I’d had was some teenage playing with my best friend, Kath Loughlin. However, my friends have commented that I am impossible to resist when I set out to seduce someone, and I do love my sexual power over others.

I guess, readers, that I’m feeling a little maudlin because it seems my adventures are ending. Plus, there are fewer of you reading them every time I release another chapter, and the ratings have gone down as the number of negative comments has increased. But, anyway, enough of that.

I finished my shower and spent the time needed to blow dry and style my long, luxuriant black locks. For a change, I used my heating iron to straighten my typically wavy hair. Then I tied it in a simple ponytail, did my makeup, and got dressed. Because I felt a little down, I dressed in my three-piece black skirt suit. It was an item I wore to formal events where my usual revealing outfits were disrespectful or inappropriate.

However, it wasn’t without its palette tantalising charms. The skirt has a long split along my left leg with several concealed buttons that can be closed or opened according to modesty. Of course, I opened all of them today except for the one on my left hip joint. Now, every time I took a step, my long, shapely leg peered sexily through my skirt. Underneath my skirt, I wore black suspenders attached to sheer silk black stockings. The suspender straps and my stocking top showed as I walked, too.

On my upper body, I started with a lacy black camisole top with a built-in half-cup bra that lifted my deliciously full breasts even higher and presented them delectably to the eye. Next, I put on a sheer mauve deep-vee, ruffle front blouse that left my camisole top and delicious breast inner mounds displayed. Then came my black waistcoat. The waistcoat has darts that mould it to my sexily rounded globes. With it done up beneath my ample bosom, it further emphasised my extensive rack. The final item was the suit jacket, of course. The jacket, when done up, also clung to my breasts, but when undone, it covered them and was quite modest.

Satisfied with how I looked, I crossed to our office and went through the typical start-of-day procedures to ensure I was ready for any customers who walked in the door. However, our business is only new and not the type that attracts much walk-in traffic anyway. So, my day was spent answering the occasional phone call, and most of them were seeking finance rather than wanting to invest, which was what our consultancy firm did. I did manage to complete all the preparation work for my latest Masters unit, so my day wasn’t entirely wasted. All I had to do tomorrow was write up my project’s findings, email them to my professor and then sit the end of unit test.

Disappointed with my day and wondering why I’d bothered making the effort to dress so well, I wandered back to my kitchen and listlessly began preparing dinner. In the end, I couldn’t be bothered and decided to order pizza. Then, I thought I’d change my clothes and clean my house. I’ve mentioned before that I feel a calm sense of pride and accomplishment when my house is spotless from top to bottom.

My home is enormous. Upstairs, there are six bedrooms, three bathrooms and the four-room flatlet that Charmaine and Jennifer share. There’s also mine and Sean’s en suite, a shared bathroom between Johnny’s and Kristy’s rooms, and a main guest bathroom.

Downstairs, we have the front room that ironically looks out at our back lawn and garden but beautifully captures the late afternoon sun. Then, there’s the games room with our various games platforms, including an X-Box and PlayStation, and our full-sized pool table. Next is the lounge, and beside that is the formal entertaining room. Finally, there is the dining room, which is open-planned with my kitchen, breakfast bar, and food preparation area. If we’re entertaining guests, my dining room can be sealed from the kitchen with a folding door.

We have two bathrooms downstairs, a smaller one with an extra commode and a larger one with a separate toilet.

My lounge exits onto our massive patio that fills the inside of the ‘L’ formed by my kitchen/dining room and the lounge.

Beyond the patio is our solar-heated pool. The pool is twenty metres long and eight metres wide—long enough for us to swim laps and wide enough to play pool volleyball or host up to twenty playful swimmers.

I have flower gardens around the outside fences and rose gardens against the house. My lawn is so immaculate that a golf course’s greenkeeper would be proud of his work.

Before Charmaine and Jennifer came to live with me, the only thing that I didn’t keep pristine and immaculately presented was the lawns. Either Sean or my son mowed those. Lately, Jennifer has taken over that chore. Now, my two young charges take care of almost all of my chores, leaving me with only the simple day-to-day tidying and cleaning to do, and I have to say that it bothered me.

The problem is that without these chores to do, I feel like I’m in limbo. Most of the time I spend in our office is redundant because we’re yet to establish a broad enough customer base for me to be busy. In addition, I haven’t learned Sean’s prediction algorithms well enough to be competent enough to make the changes myself. I had no problems following the changes he sent to me to make, and the predictions I’d made regarding what I thought he’d do next were mostly correct. Still, I was unwilling to instigate those changes until Sean sent them through in case I destroyed a client’s portfolio and fortune.

Plus, I could no longer work off my irritation by attacking my housework with a vengeance because my girls’ work rendered doing that redundant, too.

Conversely, I was also worried that my behaviour was becoming increasingly sluttish and hedonistic. What’s more, it seems like Johnny, as my protector, is encouraging my whorish ways instead of guiding me into less promiscuous areas. I needed my husband home and his firm hand to descend stingingly onto my lush posterior to correct my path. But he is in The Netherlands with my daughter, building our consultancy firm’s future and simultaneously teaching her how to serve a sexually dominant man. Therefore, I didn’t want to burden him further with my fears and insecurities.

At a loss as to what to do, I went to my bedroom’s en suite and showered. Then I changed from my glamorous outfit and put on a casual skirt and top. I didn’t feel sexy or desirable, so I wore a bra and bikini briefs, too.

I was worried about how I felt, but then I pulled out my phone and checked my planner. ‘That’d be why,’ I thought, realising my monthly visitor was due. However, knowing why I was blue didn’t stop me from being so. Also, typically, I was as horny as heck in the few days before my period began. Today, I only felt bloated and undesirable. Worse, I’d have to phone James and tell him my ‘lower parts’ would be closed for play on Saturday.

I returned to the kitchen, determined to shake my funk and make my family dinner. However, only Jennifer sat in there. She had her laptop open and was working on her course. I asked where Patty and Charmaine were, and when Jennifer informed me that they’d ducked out to the shops to buy something for dinner because no one had thought to get something out, I felt guilty and useless—like I’d failed my job and family, and I burst into tears.

“Whatever is the matter, Momma?” Jennifer concernedly asked as she encouraged me onto a bar stool.

I sobbingly told her my small, ridiculous tale of woe that only seemed like a mountain to climb because of the hormones racing through my body. Jennifer immediately intuited the real problem, and she hugged me lovingly.

“What you need, Momma, is a sweet, intense orgasm,” she informed me. “You’ll feel much better afterwards. I always do.” Jennifer spun my stool and knelt between my shapely thighs. “Panties?” She giggled. “You must be feeling bad!”

Jennifer wriggled them off my firm but curvy ass and tossed them over her shoulder. Then she pushed my thighs apart and flattened her tongue against my freshly cleaned entrance. Pulsing it there had the heat and moisture in pussy swiftly rising. Maintaining her forceful pushing, Jennifer slid her tongue along my slit and onto my love button. Then, circling that delightful cum switch with her soft lips, Jennifer sucked as she battered it with her tongue. Almost immediately, my neediness crashed over me, and I had a soft but intense orgasm on her pretty face.

“Can I get some of that?” Johnny teasingly asked as he entered the kitchen from the foyer.

“What about us?” Patty and Charmaine asked as they followed my son into the room.

“Me, too,” Gina added.

Jennifer suddenly turned into a military martinet, “Johnny,” she instructed. “You’re on dinner. I’m sure even you can successfully burn steaks, boil potatoes and empty a premix salad bag into a bowl. Girls, come with me. We need to ensure Momma feels good.

The girls surrounded me as Jennifer and Gina held my hands and dragged me back to my bedroom. They had me naked and on the bed only a short time later. A few moments later, Patty was nursing and nipping my puffy nipples as Charmaine feasted on the juices pouring from my sweltering pussy. I wasn’t aware that Jennifer and Gina had left my room, but I certainly noticed when they returned naked, wearing only matching strap-ons.

I was on my back, and the girls helped to lift me high enough for Gina to slide beneath me. Fingers spread some lubricating gel on my tight, dark star as hands smeared gel across Gina’s cock. Gina positioned her strap-on on my little rosebud, and then the girls lowered me onto it. I grunted as Gina’s cock parted my knot, but I accepted it inside my tightly gripping ass without a problem.

Charmaine immediately dove back between my lewdly spread thighs and encircled my engorged clit with her mouth. After battering my cum switch momentarily, she slid her middle finger into me, curled it back, and then tapped on my G-Spot. Simultaneously, Patty cupped my left breast and gently kneaded it as she suckled my right nipple. My nipples get sensitive when my visitor is due. But Patty’s solution was to ignore my slight whimper and suck harder as she firmly pinched and twisted my other nipple. It worked because I immediately climaxed and screamed my orgasm to the ceiling.

Charmaine giggled happily and moved aside, then Jennifer moved between my quivering legs. Charmaine helped position Jennifer’s ‘cock’, and when it was in place, Jennifer pushed gently into me. When Jennifer was fully seated, Charmaine moved to suckle on the breast that Patty held.

With the dual attention on my luscious breasts and the twin ‘cock’s thrusting into my slutty nether regions, I started repeatedly cresting. Each minor climax lifted me higher as the intensity of my orgasm increased. Finally, I could feel that I was on the crest of an enormous climactic wave that would lift me higher than Everest and dash me against the cliff of my aching need.

The girls recognised my impending explosion, and the ones with cocks, drove as deeply into me as possible and held still as the other two bit down on my nipples and sucked voraciously.

It felt as if my entire being and world contracted to a bright pinprick and then exploded outward, taking all my tension and self-doubt with it. I howled my orgasm so hard and for so long that I was quite hoarse the next day. The eruptions continued as my girls sucked on my nipples or pumped their ‘cocks’ into me. My breath expired before my climax did, and the world turned grey as I temporarily passed from this world.

I woke with my head resting on Patty’s naked pussy, Gina and Jennifer pressed to my sides, and petite Charmaine lying between my lasciviously spread thighs and her head on my abdomen.

“Hi, girls,” I giggled, feeling much better than I had earlier.

My girls all smiled before Jennifer concernedly asked, “Do you feel better, Momma? Are you ready to eat? Or do you need us to make you feel good some more?”

Smiling, I turned so I could kiss her and replied, “I feel really good now. Thank you, my loves. And, yes. I’m starving!”

“You’re welcome, Momma,” they said in unison.

“I’ll ‘Momma’ you!” I threatened Patty, but all she did was giggle and get off the bed to dress.

I didn’t bother dressing and just slung a long silk robe over my shapely shoulders before accompanying the girls to my kitchen. Johnny was emptying the water out of the spuds’ pot as we entered the room.

He mock saluted Jennifer and jokingly said, “As commanded, Ma’am, your lackey has sufficiently burnt enough steaks for everyone, boiled potatoes without burning them, and emptied a bag of premix salad into a bowl without spilling any. Is there anything else you require your servant to do?”

“Yes!” Jennifer threateningly growled. “Carry your Momma to her bedroom, hug her, tell her that you love her, and ask what is wrong.”

Johnny laughed before casually throwing me over his shoulder. But he didn’t carry me to my room. Instead, he walked us into the lounge before sitting on a sofa chair with me in his lap.

“What’s up, Mom?” He asked, genuinely concerned.

“I’m just a little blue,” I told him. “But it’s probably more that it’s that time of month than anything else. Plus, I know it’s been more than a month since Kristy and your dad left, so it’s less than a month before they come back, but I’m missing your father, you know?”

“Yeah, I get you,” Johnny said lovingly. “Being your protector is an honour, but it’s also more work than I appreciated. Don’t get me wrong, Mom, I adore being your man while Dad is away, but I’ve found it difficult to know when to discipline you and correct your behaviour and when to let the reins loose and let you run free. I’m not sure I’ve got the balance right very often.”

“Well,” I admitted. “It’s good practice for when it’s just you and Gina. And I’m not the easiest person to control. I sometimes wish I’d never started my journeys into sexual exploration. Before Edgar damned Fontaine and his cursed clinic, controlling my behaviour was easy because I would never have stepped out behind your father’s back.”

“Not even with me, Mom?” Johnny asked, perhaps a little hurt. “You were flirting with me before you first went to the clinic.”

I snuggled in a little closer and pressed my face against his broad chest so he would feel me smile, and said, “I wanted to be your lover, Johnny,” I told him. “In my family, it’s the parents’ job to introduce their offspring to sex and love. I had no brothers, so Mom didn’t get to do that for her sons. But I felt it was my task to teach you how to be the man of a sexually submissive woman.”

“You’ve done a wonderful job, Mom,” Johnny assured me. “You can see that by how deeply Gina loves me and how Charmaine and Jennifer act around me. I’m what you and Dad taught me to be: Calm, responsive, and dominant. Mom, I could have fucked hundreds of girls and women, but you taught me to have more respect than that.” Johnny thought for a bit before adding, “What do I need to change so you are getting what you need, Mom?”

“I need you to talk to me every day, Johnny,” I told him. “Too often, things begin spiralling out of control, and you’re not here to help me choose the best option. I’m vulnerable around people who are similar to you and your father. It’s part of my social conditioning to react submissively to someone who is emotionally calm and dominant. That leads me to respond to them sexually when they demand it of me. I can’t help it, Johnny. If someone uses a command voice to tell me to do something, I do it before I even think about whether I should be.”

Johnny agreed to spend part of each day talking with me, and after we hugged and kissed, we returned to the kitchen to eat before our dinner got cold.

The following morning, I phoned James and explained that I needed a week’s rain check. James seemed to intuit why and didn’t ask any awkward questions I didn’t want to answer. After finishing my call with James, I phoned Kath and got Caoimhe’s number. Then, I phoned Courtney and asked for her daughter’s. I invited them both for dinner tomorrow night, knowing my visitor would probably show up tomorrow.

Maddie was coming with her mother to stay for a few days anyway, so she immediately accepted. Caoimhe, who had, in one of my earlier adventures, admitted that I was her favourite crush and she longed for us to be a permanent couple, also quickly accepted my invitation.

I told my extended family, including Patty, that I expected them to be absent that night so I could entertain Caoimhe and the McKenzie women. Of course, I didn’t need Johnny’s permission to play because all three women are current or former lovers.

Friday was another unproductive day for me, although I did manage to finish the two current units for my courses. I did the end-of-unit tests for both since they were available online, receiving perfect scores for both. Then I emailed my course advisor and told her I was out of units to do despite it being less than two-thirds of the way through the semester. I was already on an accelerated plan, but I hoped she would agree to send more units for me to do.

I received a return mail complaining that I hadn’t attended any of the online lectures and threatening to hold releasing my pass/fail mark until I had. Well, that got my gander up, and since she’d been foolish enough to include her mobile number in the email, I called her.

After a brief, intense argument with her assistant, I was put through to Hannah Chainey, my course coordinator. When she answered my call, Ms Chainey immediately went on the attack, accusing me of plagiarism, using Google to find my answers, and paying a graduate student to do my projects and answer the test questions. She challenged me to a Zoom meeting with her and my professor, during which she’d ask the professor to give me a pop quiz on the subjects I’d already passed.

I was so furious at her that I almost swore. However, I managed to control my temper. I stated that my lawyer would call her back to challenge her assertions and that she’d better have proof of her accusations, or I’d raise the issue with the University’s board.

Disconnecting the call, I thought for a moment, unsure who I could call to sort this mess out. Shrugging, I rang the only person I could think of who could help. James answered on the second ring, and after I explained what the woman had said and accused me of, he told me to relax, make myself a cup of tea, and he’d be over in less than an hour with someone who would fix this for me.

About an hour later, James arrived with his son, Jimmy and another older but very handsome man. James introduced his friend as Brian Haddin KC (King’s Counsel). Brian was probably about James’ age and matched his diminutive stature. However, Brian’s piercing blue eyes indicated a shrewd intellect and an intense awareness of his surroundings. James explained that Brian was probably Queensland’s top lawyer and certainly one of the best in the country.

Brian smiled deprecatingly and said, “That may have been true before I retired, but these days, I only come out of retirement for cases that I find especially interesting. Of course, when my good friend James called and told me of your plight, I immediately agreed to come and help. So, Katie, tell me as accurately as you can about your conversation with this, Hannah Chainey, was it?”

I sat on the sofa with James and Jimmy on either side of me, holding my hands. Brian pulled up one of the chairs, and I told him everything I could remember about the conversation and how incensed I was that she accused me of cheating. Brian assured me he had enough information to begin. He reminded me that my conversation with Ms Chainey was most likely recorded for ‘training and quality’ purposes and that he would subpoena that recording if necessary.

Brian told me to call Ms Chainey again, and once her assistant had passed me through, I immediately told Ms Chainey that I had her on speaker phone, that my lawyer was with me, and that he wanted to talk to her. Brian took over smoothly and refused to answer any of Ms Chainey’s questions. Instead, he patiently explained to her that she needed to get in touch with the university’s in-house lawyer and make a time for a conference call. He continued to refuse to answer her questions and reiterated that he expected a call from the uni’s lawyer within the hour, or he would instigate a claim against her and the uni for slander.

Brian hung up, and I nervously asked, ‘What happens now?”

“Unless I miss my guess, their lawyer will play games and wait until the hour is just about up. Then he’ll call and try to bluff and bluster me into agreeing to that Zoom meeting your advisor demanded. Next, he’ll point out that I’m going up against the whole university apparatus. At that point, I’ll rudely interrupt him, suggest he check who I am, and tell him he has another hour to make some calls and do some research. Then I’ll hang up. He’ll do his research and, within five minutes, call back and ask how this can be quietly resolved.”

Brian chuckled and stretched his legs out, amused by his suggested scenario. The shift tightened his pants across his groin, outlining a solid cock that was at least a match to James’. My ingrained, instinctual reaction to emotionally calm, dominant men had my libido racing, and I quickly grabbed my right wrist lest I reached for that meaty treat.

Standing and moving away from the sofa where my thigh had been unconsciously pressed against James, I offered refreshments. James asked for a cup of Earl Grey, which Jimmy and Brian wanted, too.

For me, I’d worn a reasonably conservative outfit to work today. It did, however, cling seductively to my taut, curvy ass and long, shapely legs, so I added a little hip sway as I sashayed across to the sink to make a pot of tea. I checked when I got to the kitchenette, and sure enough, all three men’s eyes were glued to my sexily swinging ass.

James saw I was watching, so he cleared his throat and turned to Brian. They were conversing quietly, and I couldn’t hear what they were talking about. However, their eyes kept flicking to me, so I guessed that I was probably the subject of their discussion. I made the pot and added milk, honey, cups and saucers, along with a packet of Griffins Gingernut Biscuits, to a tray and took them to the coffee table before the sofa.

I purposefully kept my knees straight so that I had to exaggerate my waist bend to place the tray down. I’d worn a lacy white half-cup bra beneath my opaque white blouse. Bending over so deeply meant my generous globes strained against my blouse’s buttons, and they threatened to fall from my bra. I looked up and smiled, catching all three men overtly ogling my lush, barely constrained bosom.

After pouring the tea for everyone, I sat back between James and his son. Because James had been talking about me, I decided to see if I could wind him up by ignoring him and concentrating my attention on the other two. The first thing I did was to turn my sexily curved bottom so that it pushed against James’ hip. In turn, this caused the puffy nipples on my full, firm breasts to drag across Jimmy’s upper arm. As he and Brian watched, I casually undid another button, exposing more of the deep vee of my cleavage.

Then, lifting my shoulders up and back, I let them drop, making my luscious bosom bounce delectably. Of course, their eyes riveted to my décolletage as my breasts bounced, but I ignored that and throatily hummed, “So, Jimmy, you’ve taken over most of your father’s interests and only go to him when you need help or advice? How is that going? Have you managed to step out from your father’s shadow?”

“I believe so,” Jimmy urbanely said, flashing a grin at his father. “Squire Holdings is growing steadily at a little less than eleven per cent per annum, which is slightly ahead of our growth during Dad’s full-time reign.”

James chuckled and put his hand familiarly on my hip, aware that I was teasing him and maybe guessing I was miffed about him talking about me beyond my hearing. He rubbed his thumb in small, tantalising circles over my ass cheek, igniting my libido and sending that delicious tingle I’ve often described onto my thick clit.

Leaning my heavy breasts against Jimmy’s upper arm, I turned and battered my eyelashes at Brian as I smiled seductively. “So, Mister Haddin QC. Oh, I guess it should be KC with the Queen’s passing?”

“KC is correct,” Brian assured me as he unawarely adjusted his trousers to reduce the tension on his straining cock.

“So, Mister Haddin KC,” I repeated. “Tell me about yourself.”

Acting casually and keeping my eyes on Brian, I put my hand on Jimmy’s hip, close to the front of his tented pants. Brian began his answer by saying that he and James had attended high school and university together. They even shared a dorm room for most of their time at James Cook University in Townsville. After they graduated, they began working in Townsville, but they both quickly realised that to reach the pinnacle of their careers, they’d have to transfer to one of the state capitals.

The young men tried Melbourne first, but it was too cold for a pair of North Queenslanders to handle. Next, they tried Sydney but found the crush and bustle of that city too much. Finally, they moved to Brisbane and began their paths to the pinnacles of their chosen professions.

By then, James had married his beloved Annie, but Brian continued to play the field, cutting a swathe through Brisbane’s social circles, at least according to him, although James smilingly agreed.

While James concentrated on generating wealth for himself, his family, and his clients, Brian became one of Australia’s most accomplished lawyers. The government recognised his skills, and he was awarded the title of Queen’s Counsel in time to join the team assembled to see through the handing back of Singapore to Chinese control.

During his time in Singapore, he met a Thai national named Apinya Tong and fell head over heels in love. When the handover was complete, Brian asked Apinya to marry him, and they moved back to Brisbane. Three children followed in quick succession. But then, some years later, a drunk driver crashed into Apinya’s car when she was bringing hers and Brian’s three boys home from a soccer game, killing his entire family.