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   Ain't Dead Yet

   The story is fiction, but it is based on a real life experience.  The
names, locations and any references used in the telling of this story are
all fictional.

   My name is Henry and I own several rental properties (apartment
buildings) that cater to retirees and snowbirds as some are called.  Three
years ago I rented a place to the Burks who spent their first winter here,
then decided to renew for each year thereafter.

   They understood that they were just renting for the season and that if I
wanted could rent out their place after they were gone, or before they
arrived.  When they were getting ready to depart this past year, Mr.  Burk
asked if they could leave some things and suggested that if I was to rent
the place "off season" he would reimburse me for whatever it cost to have
the items moved out and stored.

   I didn't see anything wrong with this arrangement, so agreed to it. 
When it was time to leave, the Burks waved good-bye saying they'd be back
in so many months and were gone.

   After the majority of the snowbirds leave I get going with the cleaning,
painting and fixing that just can't be done while they are here.  One day I
received an inquiry about renting a place for twelve weeks and for no good
reason pulled the keys to The Burks.

   After showing the family around, they said they would take it, as it was
furnished and in move in condition.  I said okay, and just needed a day or
two to remove some of The Burks personal effects that were left.  The new
renters said, no problems as they wouldn't want to move in till the
weekend.

   The next day, boxes and tape in hand I entered the apartment. 
Nick-knacks and little things were left there, which I wrapped and secured
in the boxes.  Then in a final inspection I found towards the rear of the
top closet shelf a small envelope.  When I finally reached it with a small
broom and opened it I nearly fell from the ladder.

   Inside were some, would you believe Polaroid photos of Mrs.  Burk.  The
photos weren't taken here, but did show a residence and a smiling Mrs. 
Burk from years gone by.  When I finished staring at the photos I put them
back into the envelope and carried them along with the boxes back to my
place for safe keeping.

   That evening, when I knew I wouldn't be bothered, I opened the envelope
again and looked at the photos.  You could tell that they were in order to
tell a story.  In the first Mrs.  Burk was smiling for the camera while
pulling her skirt up.  Leafing through the photos they showed her shedding
her cloths until finally the last photo showed her naked with her legs
spread and pointing her tits at the camera.

   Over the next few weeks I explored the other items from the Burks place
and discovered 2 porn films as part of their movie collection, which I
looked at.  The first tape was just the usual huffing and puffing and
nothing more.  The 2nd started out the same way, but towards the end it
suddenly switched from the movie and I was watching Mrs.  Burk sucking on a
cock.  Then the screen went blank.

   Needless to say, I made copies of the tape and the photos in the
envelope.

   I repacked everything and got busy with finishing the many repair items
before the renters returned.  Soon the twelve weeks were up and the family
who rented the Burks place moved on.  I quickly cleaned up the place and
put the boxes back into the space, taking special care to replace the
envelope at the rear of the closet where I found it.  That way when the
Burks arrived and found the boxes they would know that their apartment had
been used while they were gone.

   One by one the families began arriving.  As the weather got colder the
influx was greater and then The Burks arrived.

   After a few minutes Mr.  Burk came by having seen the boxes inside his
door and I informed him that the place was used for twelve weeks, but had
since been cleaned and he should find everything in order.  He asked me if
he owed anything for the packing and storage and I assured him that he did
not and it was nice to see them back with us.  But I kept thinking about
Mrs.  Burk, Martha.

   Let me tell you about Mrs.  Burk.  She's in her late 50's, maybe early
60's, about 5'8" tall, glasses, an easy to manage hairdo, and a twinkle in
her smile that just lights up her face an personality.  She wasn't a
Barbie, and I wouldn't say she's fat, just lets say a little mature, but
with a smile that you just wanted to be around.  She had big tits, liked to
show cleavage, and I'm certain, sure could certainly raise lots of blood
pressures.  Also, just standing there I kept seeing some of her photos,
though probably taken years ago when she was younger, her figure hadn't
changed that much.

   So Mr.  Burk, back ready for another season, I ask.  Yes, yes, but
please call me Paul, everyone else does.  Okay, Paul it is.  And, now if
you'll excuse me, I've got things to attend to.  Yes, said Paul, but there
is something......I'll....I'll catch up with you later, if you can spare me
a minute.  My pleasure, I said.

   The following morning as I was out and about Paul Burk called my name
and caught up with me.  What can I do for you, I inquired?  Well, I'm a
little embarrassed, but well someone was saying last year that there were
some, uh lets see, hmmmm extra activities here in the complex and you were
the man to ask.

   Extra activities, I asked?  Yes, you know, adult stuff.  Oh, yes, that,
I said.  What about it?  Well, was wondering what it was about and well
could I attend?  It's rather simple, yet complicated I said, and am not
sure.  Please, he cut me off, what's the harm in telling me about it.  If
it's all that bad, then I could always say thanks, but no thanks.  Come on,
let me in on it, he asked.

   Well, okay I guess so, I said.  There are about 175 rental units here
and there are a number of us who get together for as you said adult
entertainment.  What kind of adult entertainment, Paul asked?

   Fucking, what else is there, I asked?  So you have girls coming in,
I'm...  he started to say.  No, doesn't work like that, I said.  The girls
are already here.  You mean the women living here.  Yes, not everyone, but
a few of them.  And they charge, he began.

   Yes, but not exactly, I said.  You see, we're all at that age where
we're either facing sex limitations without the pill, other medical issues,
and in some cases, just tension because of finances.  Pills cost a lot of
money these days.

   So, I still don't understand.  How does it work?  Lets say a nice
looking lady, still a good figure, is having some problems paying.  I
approach her and offer her the opportunity to reduce her rent.  And, how do
you make up your loss, he asked.

   I've long term tenants, everything you see about you is paid for, so
I've no debt other than the utilities and upkeep, so even without there
full rents, I'm still doing okay, and well, they like the excitement too.

   I'll be damned, said Paul.  But, wait a minute, what's to prevent some
guy from fucking her outside the place, he asked?  Nothing, I replied. 
And, lets say she's been there a few times and stops.  What happens when
people who where there see her at the grocery or here abouts?

   That is not my problem.  I solved the problem of her finances, offered
entertainment to my tenants and that is that.  I'm not a church or a
redemption center.

   So, how can I attend, he asked?  You can't, I said.  Why not, he asked?
Because, you have no reason to be there.  You have a wife at home who seems
okay and your finances are seemingly excellent, so why do you need to
attend?

   The question went unanswered and Burk went on his way deep in thought.
Meanwhile that afternoon as I was out picking up some scattered newspapers
Mrs.  Burk saw me and thanked me for cleaning the place so well and said
she was looking forward to the coming season.  Me too, I thought to myself.


   Over the next week I must admit I was lusting for Mrs.  Burk.  I'd see
her using the different facilities, participating in activities and always
imagined her naked before me.

   Then she suddenly was knocking at my door wanting to reserve the "game
room" for a private party.  Just what kind of a party, I asked.  Just
family and friends coming in for a visit, she said.

   Didn't know you had family in the area, I said.  Oh yes, my sister and
her husband live nearby, she replied.  So everyone going to be here for the
party, I said.  They sure are, we've been planning it for about a month
now, just decided we needed a larger room, so if we could use the game
room, that would be great.  It won't be a problem, I said.

   As the party date got closer, I planned on bumping into Mrs.  Burk one
morning and having done so, after confirming that her husband was out
playing golf for the day, suggested that she come by the office in about 30
minutes.

   Entering the office she asked if everything was okay.  Yes, I assured
her, I was just wondering if your party guests would like to have some
party treats like this, and I opened a file folder with copies of the
photos.

   Silence would be loud if there could be a way of measuring whatever it
was that was happening that instant, then OMG, where did you get these? 
Doesn't matter, I said, adding, oh, what do you think of this?  I clicked
the remote and the TV came to life showing guess who.  Turn it off!,
please, turn it off!!

   I clicked the remote and waited.  What, what do you want, she managed to
say her lower lip quivering?  Nothing that I can think of right now I said.


   I can buy the pictures from you, then you can find some young girl with
a perfect figure and I'm sure she'll make you very happy.  Not a chance, I
said.

   So when was this picture taken, pointing to the nude of her holding her
tits.  7 years ago.  Husband take the picture?  Yes.  And the others too?
Yes, all of them.  And the video?  Yes, he said he thought it would be
something we could watch and remember in our old age.  Hummmmm, I began,
but if he took the video and he's in it with you who's moving the camera
around?

   I clicked the TV remote again.  Please don't, someone might see.  Well
we certainly wouldn't want that to happen, I said, as I clicked the power
off to the TV and turned and walked into the rear of my apartment/office.

   Please, she said, we need to resolve this like adults.  I'll give it
some thought, I replied questioning, you going to tell your husband about
this?  No Want me to tell him?  No, please, please don't.

   About 3 or 4 days later, as I recall, I saw Paul Burk down by the pool,
so I pulled up a chair along side asking if I could join him.  Sure sure,
he said, asking what was going on.

   Well you recall what you were asking about, I began.  Yea, you going to
let me attend, he asked.  Good possibility, I said, we just have to iron
out a few details.  Such as, he asked?  You bringing your wife and
introducing her to the group, I said.

   What, he almost shouted?  Are you crazy?  No, I said, keep your voice
down and I'm far from being crazy.  Really, he said, and just what the fuck
makes you think that I'd even be interested in what you proposed or for
that matter that Martha would be interested.

   This I said and passed him a small photocase.  He opened it and didn't
say a word, but flipped through the pictures.  Where did you get these, he
asked?  They were left it in the apartment and oh, meant to say, the video
was quite nice also.

   How much, he asked?  Money, you haven't enough, I said.  Oh, by the way,
who was taking the video?  No one, he said.  Oh come on, I said, you don't
expect me to believe that, do you.  I mean the camera was moving all around
the room for Christ's sake.  I said no one, he replied in an angry voice.

   Okay, I said, calm down, you don't need to burst a blood vessel, but now
you listen to me, I said.

   I've the photos and the video.  I've no problem, lets say, helping them
find their way out of hiding, I continued.  I, he began, but I held up my
hand for him to be quiet.

   Now, truth be known, I think you are a guy who likes to watch.  You so
much as told me so when you asked about the entertainment.  And, I went on,
I think your secret fantasy would be to watch your wife as you've probably
already done with the mystery person who wasn't there moving the camera.

   So, I think you should have a very honest talk with your wife and in the
end the two of you will decide to join us for an evenings entertainment. 
How many people will be there, he asked in a whisper.  Don't know, usually
6 to 8, all depends.

   And Martha, she'll have to......all of them, he asked?  No, just two and
herself, I said.  But the others, he said.  You let me take care of things,
I said.  Now I'll give you till the end of the week to let me know what you
want to do, I said as I got up, took the photo album and walked off.

   The phone rang the following morning and after saying hello was
listening to Burk swearing and calling me names.  I didn't say a word, but
just hung up the phone.  Minutes later it rang again and when the answering
machine cut in, he left a message sayin he wasn't happy that I had already
spoken to his wife, so on and so forth.

   I didn't return the call and that afternoon, Burk was out looking all
over for me.  I was able to see him as we have security video installed in
the public areas and I'd see him enter an area, look around, turn and head
to the next.

   Finally after about 30 minutes I saw he was headed to the tennis courts,
so I left and made my way over there.  Hey Henry, he called and fast
approached me.  Been looking all over for you, he said.

   Well, here I am, I said, what can I do for you.  I'd, I'd like to first
apologize for this morning, he began, but I was...  I just held up my hand
cutting him off.

   Anyway, look this isn't easy for us, but okay he said, you've got a
deal. And the Mrs., I asked.  She understands, and she's agreed he said,
then added 2 guys.  Being with 2 guys, means she's going to fuck 2 guys,
but she'll be expected to play some with anyone who wants to be considered
for being chosen, I said.  Okay, okay, he said.

   Now tell me, I said, who took the video.  My brother-in-law, he said. 
Yours or her sisters husband.  Her sisters husband, he said.  And is there
something going on that I'm not aware of, I asked.

   Obviously, he said.  We every so often swap the sisters.  And the
sisters, they okay with this, I asked.  Yes, we've been doing it for years
now.  They bi, I asked.  No, I don't think so, he replied.

   Do we have an agreement, he asked.  Yes, I said, but your uncalled for
outburst, I began.  I apologize for that, he said.  And I heard you, but
you can't undo what's been done, I said.  So, to make amends, the sisters
will entertain me and me alone, I said.

   What, he asked?  You heard me, I said.  I can't speak for Joyce, he
said. Then have your wife speak to her and we'll go from there.  And if
Joyce won't or Martha doesn't want to speak to her, he asked.

   Then I'll just figure out something for Martha, I said before turning
and saying, I'll be in touch and walking off.

   Two days later I slipped an envelope under the Burk's apartment door
containing instructions for the both of them.  Also included was a reminder
and a deadline for a decision on Martha and her sister Joyce.

   Late that afternoon, a message was left on the answering machine from
Martha.  She said she spoke to her sister and her sister agreed to help her
out when she got back in 2 weeks.

   I in the meantime sent an email to "the group" reminding them that we
would be meeting and looking forward to seeing them there at 7:45PM.

   The following evening at 8PM my office bell rang and I opened the door
to Paul and Martha Burk.  You look very nice tonight, I said as I ushered
them in, then asked them to follow me towards the back of my place.

   In the rear connected to another building I had broken through a wall
and created somewhat of a stage for this type activity.  The only way in
was through my quarters.  I added sand to the walls to make it soundproof
and build a little platform to act sort of like a stage.  I also added some
strong lights to illuminate the stage area.

   I held up my hand to have the Burk's stop shy of the stage and told them
to wait for a minute as I proceeded onto the stage.

   Hi everyone, I said.  Tonight is something different and certainly
special.  I won't go into any details, but in a few minutes you will be
meeting a married couple.  Some of you may or may not know them, it doesn't
matter.

   The twist tonight is that the husband wants to watch his wife with the 2
lucky men she chooses.  As usual, you each have the right to be included or
excluded from the ladies decision making process.  So, if you think she's
too hot to handle and you're not man enough, then don't embarrass yourself.
However, as is our custom, each of you will be the luck of the draw be able
to check the lady out.

   So, if everyone is ready, let me introduce our guests Martha and Paul
Burk.  They walked slowly from the shadows into the light and nervously
stood by my side.

   Now as I said, tonight will be a bit different.  Paul will show and tell
us about Martha before he takes his seat.  Paul will not be able to
participate as one of the two lucky guys.  So, I said, Paul why don't you
take over and just follow the guidelines as provided.  Okay, he said, as I
moved away and took a seat.

   Well everyone, this is my wife Martha and we're quite nervous, but I
expect glad to be here.  I don't know if you've seen either of us around
the complex, but this is our 3rd or 4th year here, so I expect you have. 
Anyway, he continued, I'm sure you don't want to listen to me, he said.

   So Paul stepped behind Martha and unzipped her dress and then pushed it
off her shoulders and continued to guide it over her hips and to the floor.
He then bent and lifted her leg pulling the dress free, then the other
leaving Martha standing in just her bra and panties.

   Someone said, turn around please.  Paul looked puzzled for a second and
then took Martha's shoulders and turned her around.  Someone else then
said, Martha unhook your bra.

   Martha brought her arms back and in a few seconds her bra was unhooked.
Paul, someone said, pull her panty down so we can see her butt.

   Paul worked the panty down revealing Martha's ass as another voice said,
turn her back around please.

   Martha turned around to face the audience bra straps dangling behind her
arms.  Give Paul your bra a voice said.  Martha reached and pulled the
shoulder straps free and as the bra came away she handed it to Paul.

   Read the label Paul was told.  38D he said.  Now help Martha out of her
panties the voice continued.  Paul stepped to Martha and pulled her panties
down and then guided them over her heels leaving her naked except for the
heels.

   I came into the light and told Paul to take a seat then turned to Martha
and grabbed one of her tits.  They're real I announced, now lets have a
good look at your pussy.  I moved to the side and grabbed a wooden chair
which I put next to Martha and instructed her to have a seat.

   Martha sat down and I had her open her legs and then hooked the heel
from each shoe over the support rail of the chair opening her pussy even
further.  I stepped behind her, reached over her shoulders and began
playing with here tits as I asked, gentlemen, who's interested in a chance
to fuck this lady?

   Within a minute 4 naked guys were on the platform and all saying hello
to Martha.  2 of the men, Harry and Marvin caused the blood to drain from
Martha's face as she realized who they were.

   Harry lived in right next door and their apartments shared a common wall
while Marvin spent his time on the tennis courts and in fact helped Martha
just a few days earlier with her swing.

   One at a time they approached Martha and began to finger fuck her and
eat her pussy followed by playing with her tits while she examined and
sucked their cocks.

   Martha, I asked, who do you choose?  I wasn't at all surprised when she
chose Harry.  Well guys, I said, looks like you've been voted off this
reality show, so in the tradition of the show, you've each in turn have one
minute to express yourselves to Martha.

   Each of the losers stepped to Martha and played with he tits, and
fingered or tasted her pussy before going back to their seats, leaving her
with Harry.

   I meanwhile moved out and took a seat next to Paul.  You doing okay, I
asked.  Yes, yes, he said.  You like what you see, I asked.  Oh yes, very
much and I'm sure Martha is having a good time too.

   We'll see, I said, but I want check in before things continue, I said
adding, and I'm certain that you'll enjoy watching.

   Meanwhile Harry had Martha stand and took first one hand, then the other
and strapped and secured her wrists to nylon straps hanging down from the
ceiling.

   He then moved to her feet and did the same with each ankle, then using a
remote control used the winch to surprise her as it pulled her up.  He next
stepped behind her and without a word of explanation attached a back
support between the straps and fastened it around her mid-section.

   Martha tried to say something, but he held up my hand to silence her. 
She made some comment and called for Paul.  Sorry, I said, he doesn't have
any authority here.  He's a guest as long as he sits quietly.  He can watch
or not, that is up to him.

   Harry, I said, clock starts now.  Harry worked the controls and in a
minute Martha was lifted off the floor by a few inches and rotated onto her
back.  Next the ankle straps pulled her legs wide open and stopped.

   Harry stepped between her spread legs and started to run his hand over
her wet hole.  Martha, he began, your now in what is called a sling or
swing.  Nice thing about it is that you have no leverage.  You can't brace
yourself against the floor, push away or even easily hump.  In short, you
now belong to me for the next 30 minutes, unless of course we work a deal
to shorten your time.

   So before I begin, I want to add some extra comfort for you, so your
head gets some support.  At that, he stepped to her head and placed a strap
around her forehead and affixed it to the nylon straps as well.  There, now
that should be better, he said.

   Please said Martha, let me down.  Harry ignored her as he said.  Now I'm
going to flip you over, so don't be concerned you won't fall.

   At that he used the controls to close her legs and then flipped her so
she was now face down.  Yes, that's so much better.  I do like your tits
hanging down.  Now I'm going to raise you some so you can suck my cock, if
I let you, he said.

   Martha tried to move, but was going nowhere except to add a bit of
movement to the swing as Harry continued to work the controls that began to
position Martha.

   Few more taps of a button and Harry was happy.  Martha was chair high
off the floor with her ass raised about 6 inches higher and her legs spread
wide.  Harry stepped between her spread legs and began to finger her pussy
with his left hand and with his right began to rim her asshole.

   No no begged Martha as she felt his finger at her rear entrance, but
Harry wasn't stopping.  If anything he was holding her in place by her
pussy as she pushed the 1st digit of his finger into her.

   Martha tried to move, but there was nothing to hold onto or push
against, except Harry's finger in her ass.  But he then clicked on the
remote and the cords raised her ass higher as her tits fell towards her
shoulders.  Now, that's about right, commented Harry as he withdrew his
finger.

   Harry then went to the side of the platform and pulled something which
everyone applauded onto the stage.  This was a small table on which was
mounted the Stallion Fucking Machine which he positioned between Martha's
legs, adjusted the height and then slipped the dildo into her open pussy.

   Ohhhhhhh Martha responded as she hung suspended and her pussy was
stuffed.  Harry eased the dildo out some and then spun the flywheel as the
piston drove the dildo back and forth in her hole.

   Sensing that he was aligned properly, he flipped the switch to slow and
the machine began its constant of Martha's pussy.  Martha tried to react to
the play, but was unable to as she hung suspended.

   Harry moved forward and worked his way beneath her trying to catch her
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   However, she would come back when her husband was away or playing golf
for the day.  Also, since she was so prim and proper she should know that
if she objected to anything I wanted of her, or if she didn't come back,
then the photos that I had would somehow make it out of my safe to maybe
some of the neighbors, or maybe even suddenly show up on the activities
bulletin board.

   Do you understand me?  Yes, can I go now?  I pulled my hand from under
her skirt and held it partly up.  Clean my finger.  Tears started to form
around her eyes, but she leaned forward and began to lick my finger.

   With my free hand and her leaning over, I grabbed one of her tits,
seeking the nipple and I squeezed and made my way to the front of her tit.
Nice tits, how big are they?  40D

   Finding the nipple and pinching it emitted a low groan as I let go and
Martha stood up.  Go on, get out of here........and in a flash she was out
the door and gone back to her place.

   The following day, Tuesday, I saw the Burks and waved hello.  Mr.  Burk
returned the wave, but Martha just stared at me then gave a half hearted
hello.  As they moved away I shouted, Mr.  Burk question.  Yes.  Was
thinking about your golf, when is it that you play.  Oh, down here I play
every Monday, Thursday, Saturday and sometimes on Sunday if Martha here
will let me sneak out of the house, why?  Oh, was just wondering as I
sometime play and maybe if one of your group can't make it.  Sure, will
keep you in mind.  Thanks, see ya.

   Wednesday was just another day, till Mr.  Burk located me and asked if I
wanted to join him tomorrow morning.  Love to, but can't as I've got some
appointments.  Okay, just came up and thought I'd ask.  Appreciate it,
maybe another time.

   Oh, by the way, he continued, any possibility about that adult stuff we
spoke of.  No, not really, I said then asked with a big grin, why do you
think Mrs.  Burk would go for it?

   No, I doubt it, but between you and I, must admit the idea of seeing her
with another guy has crossed my mind from time to time.  Better be careful,
she'll kill you for telling me this.  Nah, I've already told her any number
of times, he said.

   So wait a minute, let me understand this.  You'd have no objections to
your wife being fucked by someone else, do I understand you correctly.  You
got it, no problem.  Matter of fact would personally love to see it, but
the wife doing it is another story.  Okay, if you say so, I replied.

   Anyway, sorry I can't join you for golf, just have things to attend to.
Okay and remember, if you can see your way clear on those adult things, I'd
be interested in attending.  Okay, will keep it in mind, I replied.

   Thursday started out as usual and then turn sour as Martha failed to
show up or call me.  Slightly pissed, I headed to the Burks apartment and
used my passkey to enter after a slight knock.  Inside the place was empty,
nobody home.

   I locked the door and left returning to my place.  A few hours later
there was a knock and I opened the door to find Martha Burk standing there.
Well well well, where have you been?  I had to take care of groceries and a
few other things that we needed in the apartment.  Can I come in and just
talk with you?

   Inside Martha took a seat across from me and began with I want to talk
with you about what happened the other day.  What about it?  Well, it can't
happen again, so I'm prepared to pay you from my savings so you can forget
about me and have money to do whatever you want.  And, just how much do you
think you're worth?  I don't know, but I've got $1700 in my purse if you'll
take it.

   $1700 huh, that the best you can do?  I could probably get a little
more, do we have a deal?  No, I'm afraid not, now spread your legs so I can
see what color panties you are wearing.  No, please....  No, you want me to
advertise some?  No, no, I'm sorry.  Is this okay, as she spread her legs
pulling her dress up a little.

   It's a start and you've given me an idea.  Idea?  Yes, unzip your dress
and slide it down.  Please don't....  Unzip it and slide it down!

   Martha leaned forward in the seat and reached behind her to undo the
zipper on the back of her dress.  Unzipped, she slowly slid the top from
her shoulders and down her arms revealing her bra.  I moved to her and
cupped one of her tits squeezing it as I slid the strap from her shoulder,
then moved my hand into the bra and began feeling her tits.  Shortly her
nipples began to harden and she looked a little glassy eyed.

   What size are you again, I asked?  40D, she again told me.  Like it when
your tits are played with?  Yes.  Pussy getting a little moist?  Yes. 
Think you'd like to feel my cock?  Yes, please.  Lift your skirt.  Okay.

   As Martha pulled the skirt up I was able to see more and more of her
legs, until finally the triangle of her panties came into view.  Can I see
your pussy?  Yes, if you like.  Yes, I would like very much.

   Martha, pulled her panties to the side revealing her moist pussy to my
eyes.  As I reached to touch her she in turn began to pull the zipper on my
fly down and shortly was stroking my cock with her hand.

   It wasn't long after that that both of us were naked on the floor in the
living room and I was pounding away at her pussy and feeling her muscles
flex and grab my cock pulling me further into her.  It wasn't too long
afterwards that I felt the beginning of a surge from my balls and was
emptying them into her pussy.

   As I came out of Martha, she was crying, then began to sob as she cried
for me to not tell her husband or anyone about this.  Maybe, I said, but
you'll have to be extra nice to me, I said with a sneer on my face as I
pinched and pulled a little on one of her nipples.

   Think you should let the old man play golf this Saturday, I said, and I
want you here at noon.  Oh, please, said Martha once again, won't you
please just forget about me?  Nope, I said, you're just too nice, I said,
and besides I haven't fucked your ass yet.  A look of shock, surprise, fear
all washed over her face and then without saying a word, Martha began to
gather her cloths and dress herself as I watched.

   Saturday Noon I said again as she walked out the door.

   I had some arrangement to make before Saturday, so I immediately got
busy.

   Noon on Saturday, like clockwork, produced a ring of the doorbell.  I
opened the door and ushered Martha in, then showed her back to my apartment
behind the office.  At first she didn't notice, but then realized that the
rear wall of my apartment was moved open and she was standing with me on a
raised platform somewhat blinded by stage lights turned on us.

   What's this, she asked.  Oh nothing I said, just wanting to have some
fun in setting the mood so to speak.  And what's the mood suppose to be,
she asked.

   Thought it would be fun to have you on a stage.  Use to have a band and
we used this for shows sometimes.  Oh, didn't know you played an
instrument. Do and doesn't matter, now lets get started before the golf
game is over with.  Please, she reverted back to that.  Stop it, I said,
now take off your dress.

   Martha reached behind herself and began to work the zipper down her back
then pushed the thin straps from the sundress from her shoulders.  As the
dress slid down her bra and panties came into view.  Nice, I said, new
outfit.

   No, she replied, just something I had.  Turn around so I can see your
ass, I said.  Martha turned around asking if this was okay.  Yes, I said
adding, now unhook your bra.

   She reached her arms back and unfastened the hooks freeing the straps to
gather beneath her arms.  Now, slide your panties down over your ass, I
said.

   Martha did as she was told bearing her ass as the panties bunched like a
small pile of cloths just under her butt.  Nice ass, I said, now turn
around.

   Martha turned towards me clutching her bra and with her panties half way
down over her navel.  Toss me your bra, I said.

   She hesitated a moment, then pulled the bra off and tossed it in my
direction causing her tits to giggle some.  Now take those panties off and
stay bent over so I can see those big titties hang under you.

   Without a word, Martha bent forward and slid her panties the remainder
of the way down her legs and then placed her hands on her thighs to support
herself as her tits hung beneath her.

   Turn around I said.  Hobbling a little with the panties around her
ankles, she turned around still bent over.  Get rid of the panties I said,
and he managed to step from them and kick them aside.

   Now bent over with her ass facing me, I told her to spread her cheeks.
She reached behind herself and pulled apart her butt cheeks exposing her
asshole and pussy.

   Very nice I said.  Think hubby would like to see you doing this for me,
I asked?  Martha didn't reply, but I knew her mind was thinking.  Now turn
around I said.

   Martha straightened and turned to face me, naked except for her heels. I
went and pulled a chair from the corner and put it along side her as I felt
her tit and had her take a seat.  Every play with yourself and let your
hubby watch, I asked.  No, she whispered her response.

   Well, since I'm not your hubby, I want you to play with your tits and
open your pussy so I can watch you play with yourself.  Please, this is too
embarrassing, she replied.  Nah, I won't be embarrassed, I said.  And,
besides, it isn't like I haven't seen your pussy before is it, I asked? 
So, go ahead, I said, spread your legs so I can see your pretty pussy.

   Martha spread her legs and then slowly began rubbing her tits and
pulling on her nipples.  Like your tits, I asked.  Yes, she whispered and
moaned slightly as she touched herself.

   Like other women's tits, I asked.  No, she snapped back.  Oh, I said, so
you mean that if another lady was here you wouldn't want to maybe feel her
tits or maybe suck on the nipples.  No, she replied.  So, what about if she
wanted to feel your tits, I asked?  No, Martha sternly replied.  I pushed
on saying, then I guess it's out of the question about you showing her your
pussy, isn't it, but Martha didn't' reply or acknowledge my words.

   I moved closer to Martha and began to stroke her pussy and rub my thumb
over her clit.  Keep playing with your tits, I whispered as I pushed my
fingers deeper trying to twist my wrist to toy with her G-spot.  Like that,
I asked?  Yes, she moaned as I reached her target spot.

   Want to suck my cock, I asked.  Please, Martha replied.  Okay, I said,
but I want you to put this on and not take it off, handing her a blindfold.
What the......  she questioned, but put the blindfold on.  I checked it was
secure and in place, then took her hand and said come with me.

   I walked her to the side of the lit area and helped her onto a modified
exam table I purchased years previously from a retiring doctor.  I made it
a bit more plush with new cushions and lowered it so you didn't have to
step up.  Added also were the rails so you couldn't fall off.

   The one other change was the top where I shortened it some and added a
adjustable headrest.  The lady could be in the stirrups and I could lower
her head so she could suck on a cock at the same time.

   As I helped Martha position herself I kept her distracted by licking and
fingering her pussy along with pulling on her nipples as I rubbed her tits.
Finally, I moved to her head and lowered the support and rubbed my cock
over her lips.

   Martha immediately opened her mouth and started sucking on my swollen
cock and I was able to reach and play with her tits, then stretch some and
rub her clit.  What she was unable to see and also didn't hear was the
quiet hum of the video camera, which had been recording everything from the
time we entered the room.

   In short order I managed to finger fuck her, open her pussy nice and
wide and catch her not only playing with her pussy and tits, but sucking
and licking my cock as well.

   After I fucked her good, I looked at my watch and suggested that she
dress and return home.

   The next few days were tense as I viewed the video and some still photos
putting them together in some kind of a story vs.  just say nothing photos.
Finishing, I double checked everything and waited for Martha to arrive.

   When she arrived the following afternoon, she was a little excited and
yet nervous for some reason which was unknown to me.

   What's wrong, I asked.  Nothing, just the usual, she replied.  You know,
some people I think managed to locate us and now they are making demands
for money, but we don't have any, so I guess I just can't worry about it.
That's right, I said, and besides we've more important things to go over
and perhaps there's a money light at the end of the tunnel, I added.

   Now come with me, I said, motioning her to the back area.  Once we were
there I had her take off her top and bra, which I in turn walked out of the
room and put in safe keeping.

   Why'd you do that, asked Martha.  Because I don't want you leaving in a
huff and this just might give you some needed restraint.  Oh, she responded
and you could see the wheels turning in deep thought.

   I took my remote and clicked.  The screen flickered and there was
Martha, dressed, then undressing, playing with her tits, her pussy and
finally doing justice to my cock before not only fucking me, but a nice
dildo also.

   As the screen show the activity, I glanced at Martha and saw that she
was intently watching, and also was feeling the underside of her tit and
sometimes pulling a bit on her nipple.

   When the end came, I turned to Martha and before she could say anything
began by saying, Paul wants to see you with other men.  No, please don't,
she began.

   Yes, I'm not lying to you.  I've no reason to.  I can play with your
tits and pussy, fuck you, get blow jobs so I've nothing to gain, I said. 
Then why tell me, she asked.

   Because those same people who have been worrying you have also
approached me asking for information, I said.  But we've nothing anymore,
said Martha.

   You do, I said.  Your car, clothing, personal effects, golf clubs; all
these little things which you really ignore because they are there will be
gone if these guys get their hands on them.

   So, what are you suggesting, asked Martha totally forgetting her topless
state.