Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 01

Lisa giggled as she looked down at him, "I guess if we're gonna fuck we should probably know each other's names. I'm Lisa and I'm sooo glad to meet you."

Logan couldn't help but grin at the vivacious little blonde, "I'm Logan and I very much want to fuck you. I'm a bit big for you so, why don't you decide how much you can take?"

Lisa nodded her head rapidly, raised up, and reached down to grip his cock. She pointed him upward and lowered her dripping pussy onto his glans. A fraction of an inch at a time her pussy enveloped his cockhead until it was fully inside. Sliding farther now, a full inch, and a wiggle of the hips to adjust. Another inch, and another, and then she slid nearly off before reclaiming those precious inches. Deeper now, she's never been this full, and she wants more. Another rise to the tip, and the slide back down until he's as deep as she can take. She dwells there for a while, just feeling his immense cock filling her, pulsing within her, and it's all too much. She's never had an orgasm like this in her life and it's more amazing than she could have imagined.

Her quivering gradually subsided and she was positively glowing. She looked at Logan mischievously, "It's time for me to move baby."

Lisa leaned forward and braced herself on his chest. Then she began to move her hips, swirling her pussy around his cock, and pressing it deeper. Her clit could now rub against his groin and she began to do so. Soon she was sliding inches of him in and out while grinding against him. Her passion grew, her pussy stretched, and she began thrusting her hips up and down. She let his cock nearly come out and with perfect timing drove her pussy back down his shaft. Logan lay there in awe of her sexual acrobatics. Not to mention the fact that she was fucking him like no one ever had before. Her pussy was amazing. It seemed to have muscles that other pussies didn't have. Lisa's pussy was rippling along his cock as she rode him, and the sensation was driving him wild.

Sweat beaded Lisa's forehead and she was breathing hard. Logan decided it was time for him to take charge. He rolled them again and was soon looking down on the petite beauty with his cock halfway inside her. Lisa's hands came up and ran over his chest, up his neck, and across his face, "You are magnificent. So big, so strong, you could crush me, but you never would. You'd prefer to kill me by fucking me to death, and I'm thinking that's the way I want to go."

Logan felt something rush over him as he looked at Lisa. He was suddenly feeling things he'd never felt with a woman before. She was looking at him with adoration and he began to move in her. He watched her face clench in pleasure as he slid deep and her wonderful pussy held him in a loving embrace. Their passion, and their pace, grew until he was fucking her long and deep.

Lisa was experiencing a continuous orgasm and her senses were overwhelmed with pleasure. She had never felt such ecstasy. His thrusts grew rapid and deep, his balls drew up against his body, and his cock swelled. His suddenly larger cockhead and the hot cum shooting deep into her pussy sent Lisa over the edge into the most mind blowing orgasm of her young life.

Logan held her close in his arms and they kissed as they lay in the afterglow. After a while Logan stood, picked Lisa up, and walked into the house carrying her in his arms. He took her to his room, shut the door, and locked it. The couple made love until the drugs, drink, and exhaustion got the best of them. They fell asleep without a thought about what waking would bring.

Lisa didn't have too much to worry about, all things considered. Her husband was spooning her sister, in her sister's bed. They'd made their escape to the bedroom shortly after getting into the pool and had fucked each other until they hit their own wall. The new day would be interesting for them as well.

Emily, Noah, and Daniel had been in the pool cooling off when the two couples snuck off. They went inside long enough to make a new round of margaritas before moving back to the pool. They hung out in the water, drank, and laughed their asses off about just about everything. Emily gradually stopped laughing. The euphoria had left her and now she was drunk, tired, and sore. She gulped down her drink and climbed out of the pool, "It's been fun guys, but I'm going to bed. I'm done."

Emily managed to brush her teeth before collapsing onto the bed and falling deep asleep. Ken had been watching and he knew that he didn't want Emily waking up alone in the morning. When reality hit she could easily turn into a basket case, and he needed to be there for her. He grabbed his bag on the way out of the video room and went upstairs to his wife. She barely moved when he pulled the covers down and slipped her nude body onto the sheets. He pulled the covers up under her chin, then undressed for bed. He climbed in next to her and pulled her into his arms. Her nostrils flared and she smiled, "Mmm, it's you."

Ken felt uplifted. After all that had happened, she hadn't forgotten his smell, and it still made her happy to be close to him. He relaxed, content for the moment, and soon drifted off to sleep.

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Ken was the first awake in the house for obvious reasons. He showered as Emily slept on. He watched her sleep for a while and grew bored waiting. A trip to the kitchen, coffee, and a nice breakfast later, he returned to the bedroom and his still sleeping wife. She'd been asleep for ten hours now and he was beginning to wonder if she was going to wake up before bedtime. The rest of the house was still silent, so he wandered around straightening and collecting trash. He killed another two hours and the house was back to pre-party state when he noticed Emily beginning to stir.

He sat down on the bed next to her, and when he saw that she was coming awake, began to stroke her hair. A soft smile lit her face as she took comfort in his caress and gradually returned from dreamland. Ken knew immediately when she came fully awake. Her body stiffened and her eyes moved rapidly, telling Ken that she was remembering last night. Her face turned deep red in shame and the tears began to fall. Ken immediately enveloped her in his arms, "Shh baby, it's all right. It wasn't your fault. Someone put drugs in the tequila. I love you and it's all right. It's going to be ok."

She cried in silence, unable to speak, or even form a coherent sentence. Ken held her and let her cry until the worst of it passed. He decided to come clean with her in the hope that she would open up to him, "I setup this week with Ava because I wanted you to open up sexually. I faked the work thing and had planned to watch in hiding while three hot studs tempted you. I wanted you to have fun opening up with those guys and I set this whole thing up so that could happen. I had no idea that the tequila would be spiked with drugs. I strongly suspect that Brandon is responsible for drugging the tequila and all of us in the house need to talk about that, but right now I need you to talk to me. Tell me what you're thinking, what you're feeling."

She started and stopped several times before speaking, "I fucked three virtual strangers and your sister. That's not me. I would never do something like that, and I hate myself for doing it. What I really hate is the fact that I loved it. I loved every second of it, and now I'm a cheating whore who doesn't deserve to be married. Most of that is the drug's fault, but some of it is yours. It enrages me that you set me up to be a fuck toy for three men. Did you really think that I would go from a properly reserved wife to wanton slut just because I saw some hot men?"

She paused for breath, "You didn't stop and think for one minute about the consequences, or what this would do to our marriage. You used me like an object, and I should hate you for that. So, why am I grief stricken at the thought of losing you? I love you, you fucking bastard, and now I don't know what to do!"

Ken gently stroked her arm, "I am a bastard and none of this is your fault. It's all on me and you will

never lose me unless you want me to go. Just say the word and I'll never bother you again. It will break my heart, but I made my bed, and I'll have to sleep in it. I tried to get more from you than you were ready to give, and now I could lose my everything."

Emily hugged him hard, "I don't want you to leave, but I'm not getting over what you did anytime soon. I don't know that I'll ever get over what I did."

Ken's relief was palpable, "Do you want to go home or stay?"

"Stay."

Ken was a bit surprised, "How do you see the rest of the week going?"

Emily pulled back and looked him in the eye, "You started this and I'm going to go with it. I'll fuck who I want to fuck, when I want to fuck them, and that may, or may not, include you. You do what you want with whoever you want, as long as it's here. This isn't a hall pass for you to go pick up some strange pussy. That would end us in a second."

Ken nodded, "So, what you're saying is I can fuck you if you decide you want it, or I can fuck my sisters, while you can fuck every man here?"

"You got it in one." Emily was torn. She needed to make a strong statement to her husband and scare him enough that he'd stop manipulating her. Yes, the sex last night had been awesome, but she didn't need that temptation in her life. She wanted Ken to tell her they were going home, or at the minimum, make his own rules to counter hers.

Ken never wavered, "If that's what you want, then that's the way it will be. I've lost the right to say shit about it."

In any marriage there are moments when husband and wife reach a solution based on the total misunderstanding of their spouse's thoughts on the subject. He thought she was thinking this, and she thought he was thinking that, when in reality, both were thinking something else entirely. Ken couldn't be blamed too much for not getting the nuances of his wife's statements. He was out of his comfort zone just dealing with his wife's unhappiness with him. He was desperate to save his marriage and would have done pretty much anything she asked in order to do that. Then of course, there is the normal male obliviousness that you can never discount.

Emily felt the need to fight against her raging libido. A libido that had been set free last night, and that had been so all consuming and erotic that it scared her. She wanted Ken to reel her in before bad things happened. Instead, he'd set her lose to do anything she wanted. The temptation toward what she had considered the dark side gained all the power when he did that. She accepted his answer without argument. He wants me to play. Well then, I'll fucking play. This is a great playground and the toys are awesome.

Emily wanted to reconnect with her husband, to push back her anger and feel the love between them, but she was too sore, hungover, and depressed to follow through. For his part, Ken wanted to make love to his wife, but was afraid to make a move until she had time to forgive him. Ken watched his wife walk into the bathroom and close the door, and soon he heard the water running.

Emily stood in the shower hoping that Ken would join her and show her that he still loved her, and that he didn't think she was a used whore. As each second passed she came closer and closer to tears, convinced that he didn't love her anymore and their marriage would soon be over.

Ken sat for a moment in deep thought, then stood and undressed. He walked into the bathroom and joined his wife in the shower. Maybe she doesn't want sex right now, but I am going to show her I love her. The shower raining down hid his wife's tears and her gasp of relief when his hand touched her shoulder. He washed her body tenderly, then washed and rinsed her hair. When they left the shower, he dried her off and left her to dry her hair while he dressed. She gave him a sweet smile and a soft kiss on the lips before he left the bathroom.

The couple were soon dressed comfortably and headed to the kitchen to start dinner. It was late in the day now, and Ken was the only one that had eaten that day. The house was stirring and movement could be heard from upstairs. It wasn't long before people started trickling into the kitchen, freshly showered, and showing signs of burnout.

Owen walked into the room and looked around anxiously. His face fell when he didn't see Lisa. He sat down on one of the island barstools and Ken set a cup of coffee in front of him. A few minutes later Lisa shyly entered the room and slowly walked toward her husband. She was afraid to look at him and stood in front of him with her head bowed.

Owen reached out and caressed her face gently with his hand, "I love you Lisa."

Her eyes came up in surprise, "You do? You still do?"

"Yes, I do."

She flew into his arms and they kissed deeply. Both started talking at once, "I don't know what came over me." "I don't know what happened." "I fucked Logan." "I fucked your sister."

Ken walked over and interrupted, "Please guys. I'll explain what happened and it's not your fault, but let's wait until everyone is in the room."

Over the next twenty minutes everyone made it into the room. Ken had taken over the kitchen and had dinner prepared by the time everyone was seated. He served everyone, then stood near the table, "Let me explain what happened last night...."

Ken brought everyone up to date, then asked the group, "What do we do about the drugged tequila? I'm of a mind to let the police deal with it. I don't think Brandon should get away with what he did. He could have killed you all. As high as you all were considering how much tequila you drank, you were all heading for an overdose of whatever that shit is."

Daniel raised his hand, "It's Ecstasy, I'm sure of it. I did it a few times in college. I've read about it since and in normal doses it lasts a few hours unless you boost it. Overdose a little and the side effects can be relatively mild. Overdose a lot and you can die. The concentration in the tequila must be very high considering how wasted we all got. "

Ken nodded, "Thanks Daniel. Look folks, the day is a wash anyway. You all look like you want to go back to bed and sleep. I suggest we get the cops over here now and get this over with before it gets too late. If we are going to do something we can't put it off any longer.

"I'll be telling them most of the truth, leaving out the sex side of things. I'm going downstairs and delete any video from last night. The cops will be pissed, but they don't need to see what happened here to catch the bad guy. I'll look for video of whoever spiked the tequila while I'm at it. They can have that for free. What do you all think? It has to be unanimous. I don't want anyone feeling like their being forced."

The only hesitancy was because they were all tired and really didn't want to hassle with the police. They quickly got past that and agreed to make the call. What started out as one squad car with one cop, turned into a driveway and yard full of cars, and cops wandering all over the house. Ken showed the cops the tequila bottles and a test kit was all they needed to confirm the presence of MDMA. Then Ken showed them the video of Brandon pouring the vials into the tequila. The police captain took a step back, "Holy shit! I recognize those vials. The gang bangers are using those blue tinted glass ones for the concentrate. That stuff is supposed to be cut before it's distributed. You all are lucky you're not dead."

Leave it to a cop to use delicate wording, so reassuring. Ken continued to hang around, eavesdropping his ass off. The captain continued without noticing the civilian still in his audience, "Along with a bunch of lesser charges we have attempted murder. One thing I find odd. There is no way this Brandon guy knew what he was pouring into those tequila bottles. He probably knew it was MDMA, but I bet he didn't know the concentration. There was a lot of money poured into those tequila bottles and I'd be willing to bet someone is going to be really pissed about it.

"I think we need to make a splash on the news about this. Make sure we mention how much MDMA was involved, then see who crawls out of the woodwork looking for this Brandon character. We're not looking just for Brandon; we're looking for the suppliers as well. Get the lab guys finished up and let's get this thing rolling. I want it in the nightly news cycle."

Ken wandered out of the room behind the cops and held his tongue until they left. He gathered everyone together and brought them up to date with what he had learned. Ava chose not to call her older sister. She knew that her sister would tell Brandon the police were after him and he'd run. Everyone supported her in the decision.

Ken decided to bring up the big issue, "We all know what happened last night. I want to be sure that you all know I am not upset with anyone here. I tricked my wife into a position that she didn't want to be in, and bad things almost happened to her. That's on me. For the rest of the week Emily will decide who she wants to be with and when. You'll not get any grief or interference from me. That doesn't mean I want abuse. At the end of the week my only wish is to have my wife come home with me. I don't want to lose her over this."

Logan stood and seemed to make the room look smaller, "Noah, Daniel and I are here to have fun with our friends. We don't want to hurt anyone or mess with anyone's relationship. You guys need to tell us what the rules are, and we'll follow them."

Ava stood, "It's really easy and only one rule. Do what the women in the house say!"

Four men groaned in unison. Ava chuckled, "I will let Lisa and Owen speak for themselves. As far as I'm concerned you can try and I'll let you know if I'm game. I'm usually game."

Lisa and Owen had apparently talked about the previous night and had reached an understanding. Lisa stood as Ava sat back down, "Our rule is the same as Ava's. Ask me. I just might say yes. Owen has a pass with anyone in this house that may be interested."

Finally, Emily stood, "I've never experienced anything like this in my life. I reserve the right to back out at any time but for now, I want more. I want to orgasm over and over on hard cocks, I want to eat pussy, and I want to spend the rest of the week in erotic bliss.

"But right now? Right now, I want to go to bed. I'm so tired and still sore from the amazing fucking last night. I'll see you all in the morning."

She walked over to Ken and looked down at him. He stood without a word and followed her to their room. Soon they were snuggling in bed and she kissed him deeply. When their lips parted she checked one more time, "Are you sure you're ok with this Ken?"

Ken understood that she was giving him an out. He gave zero thought to how hot it would be to watch his wife fucking. He focused on her. This would be a chance for her to experience something life changing with trustworthy people, and he wouldn't deny her the opportunity, "I love you with all my heart and I want you to be happy. If fucking those guys makes you happy, then I want you to fuck those guys. This is no longer about me and what I want. What I want has been made crystal clear to me, and it's you. Now this is about what you want. It's about you, exploring your sexuality."

She kissed him hard, "I'm not going to forget what you did, but I can't stay angry with you. We have some trust issues to work through, but you need to know that I do love you and want to spend my life with you. You've woken my sexual beast and I want to play. Can we have fun with this and live with each other when we're done?"

Ken nodded, "I can as long as you don't humiliate me, and you don't start a relationship with one of them."

Emily looked at her husband in shock, "We may have our issues, but they are our issues. I'm not going to punish you by humiliating you in front of our friends, and I'm definitely not going to start an affair. I wouldn't do that to you. I may be pissed at you, but I still love you. Now, let's go to sleep. I'm so fucking tired."