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 Dangerous Obsession By Reavan A seemingly innocent interest by a woman
about the welfare of stock boys in a supermarket is transformed with a new
boy to an obsession.  Due to his home situation, she invites him to share
her home much to the chagrin of her husband of twenty five-years.  After
finding evidence that the boy is masturbating with the help of the
internet, her strict religious conviction's leads to an irrational attempt
to cure him.

   Part I

   Saturday mornings had been our grocery day for years.  Like a good
husband I patiently navigate the shopping cart, waiting for Doris to make
her selections.  She always has questions for the stock boys about their
schoolwork, grades and teasing them good naturedly about girl friends.

   They usually humor her, treating like a favorite aunt.  Although I have
noticed some of them taking long leering looks her curvaceous five foot ten
figure from a distance.  She has gained about twenty pounds since our
wedding day but in all the right places.

   Those long stealthy glances always make me chuckle, pride of ownership I
suppose.  Most boys that age fantasize about older women and there's
nothing wrong with that Doris of course does not see it that way and I
never mention it; to her they're just nice young boys being friendly.



   Whenever a new boy arrived, it never takes her long to reach beyond the
nametag and ferret out all his business: what school, what grades, future
plans, girl friends etc.

   Everything took a different turn when a boy named Trevor was hired; a
more than handsome Latino type, about five foot-six, with curly black hair
and brooding dark eyes.  It took a couple of Saturdays for Doris to break
the ice with this extremely timid boy.

   Once they became acquainted however, a strange bond developed between
them and Doris began talking about him constantly.  She found out through
her gossip network that his parents had broken up the previous winter and
simply left the city.  He had been taken in temporarily by an older sister
who didn't really have the financial means to support him; therefore he
worked part time in the store.  He was eighteen in his last high school
year for the second time due to his parent's constant battles.

   With no children of our own, me in my fifties and Doris in her mid
forties; adoption had never been considered, mostly because of our careers.
Now, due to downsizing we had both accepted severance packages.  I had
plenty of hobbies around the house but Doris was restless and now she came
up with the insane idea that we should open our home to this young man. 
She wanted to give him a good home until he finished school and could look
after himself.  I told her that it was a crazy idea, he was not our
responsibility.

   But when Doris gets something into her head and assumes that far away
trance-like look in her eyes; heaven and earth better move, or else..

   She visited the sister - how she found the address was a mystery to me.
To a single mother of two tiny tots in a one-bedroom apartment, my wife
appeared as an angel from above.  Strangely the woman did not see a problem
with her kid brother going to live with total strangers.

   Doris picked him up two days later and had him settled in one of our
guest rooms.  Trevor was polite and quiet and didn't seem at all phased by
his new situation.  Among his few possessions was a computer and he asked
Doris if we had an Internet connection.  We had never entered the cyber age
ourselves but Doris immediately sent me out to arrange for a hookup.  How
else, would the boy do his homework she argued?

   Once connected he rarely came out of his room.  Doris fussed over him at
meal times, wanting to know whether he wanted this or that to eat and then
gradually changed our usual diet accordingly.  After twenty-five years of
marriage with no one else in the house I began to feel like a fifth wheel.

   Doris could think of nothing else but her dear boy Trevor.  She even
began to great him with a hug when he came home which seemed peculiar to
me; after all he was a star border not a relative but Trevor ate it all up.
Those hugs gradually became lengthy mutual squeezes; I reasoned that he was
lonely for the affection of a close knit family.

   Her appearance changed as well, always a neat and well dressed woman but
usually wearing loose fitting clothing around the house; although she
didn't own a pair of jeans or other casual.  Now I noticed a little more
makeup, hair more immaculate, closer fitting shorter dresses or skirts
accentuating and revealing her hourglass figure, particularly the form and
cleavage of her generous bosom.  If I didn't know better she was becoming
more than infatuated with the boy and perhaps innocently leading him on.

   I became envious, almost resentful of him, and Doris eventually became
jealous of the computer, where he was spending more and more time.

   One afternoon, after she'd been snooping in his room; she rushed down to
my workshop with a crumpled towel.  "What is the boy doing with this" she
blustered.  "Look, there are hard patches all over making it sick together"
I chuckled at her, shaking my head.

   "He's been playing with himself dear.  He's a teenager; it's natural at
that age.  Put it in the wash and don't worry about it."

   "Don't worry about it!  Masturbation involves sinful sexual fantasies!
You know that is wicked behavior!  We must talk to him about it.  He
shouldn't be doing that; it's harmful and unnatural.  Do you think he's
looking at those awful ladies on that web thing?"

   "He's a teen, they gets urges; it's better than him getting some young
girl in trouble."

   "Sandy I'm surprised at you.  I'm going to talk to him when he gets home
from school." I shook my head again but didn't argue with her, thinking
that maybe the boy would be embarrassed enough to leave.

   I was shocked that night when she very delicately told him about it
after we ate.  He wasn't embarrassed at all but strangely, almost pleased
she brought it up.

   "It's impossible for me not to do it ma'am...Mrs.  Cooper.  I get these
feelings and it drives me crazy.  If I don't...I get terrible head aches."
He spoke in a pained voice looking, for all the world like a sick puppy. 
That was a new twist on that old headache standard that I'd never heard
before.

   "Oh you poor boy," Doris reached across the table taking his hand in
both of hers, her fingers gently padding his hand and stroking his wrist.
"Oh Trevor my dear boy what can we do to help?" He just shook his head,
shrugging his shoulders and looked back at her with an actual tear running
down his cheek.

   "It's impossible for me not to do it Doris." That startled me, up until
now it had been Mrs.  Cooper or ma'am.  "Oh Doris, the head aches they're
terrible."

   "But Trevor there must be some way to make you well; we'll do anything
to help you.  Won't we Sandy?  I nodded, feigning sympathy, knowing full
well as a man that there was no cure for his problem that we could help him
with

   "Well Doris ... well there is something but ... but no, that's
impossible!"

   "Oh Trevor, dear boy, nothing is impossible; isn't that so Sandy?" I
nodded again thinking that maybe he would ask us to pay for a whore.  That
would get Doris going, with her religious hang-ups.



   "OK, but I know you'll be angry with me."

   "Oh Trevor dear I could never feel that way about you." He looked
straight at her with those big dreamy eyes.  Then he lowered his head
hunching his shoulders.  "Trevor dear please tell me, you can tell Doris
anything, you know that." He looked up at her again and then spoke in a
halting pitiful voice.

   "Maybe ... you could have ... sex with me.  You know, show ... me how."
My mouth fell open.  Never in a million year did I expect to hear that but
never in an even longer span of time did I think my puritanical wife would
say what she did.

   "Oh Trevor my dear boy, I'll do anything for you but are you sure; after
all I'm not a desirable and slender young woman anymore."

   "Oh but you're beautiful and shapely...with nice big...I mean ... "he
stared intensely at her breasts and then turned his head.  "I...I think
about you when I ... when I, you know?" I was in shock.  My straight-laced
wife, who had never let me get beyond the missionary position or had to my
knowledge never experienced an orgasm, was agreeing to commit adultery and
with a boy at that.  Well, he was eighteen but....  I sat at the end of the
table, staring at both of them in turn while she continued to caress his
hand.

   I got up and yelled at both of them, "Over my dead body!  You're not
going to have sex with my wife!  Get out of my house" He jumped up, looking
scared out of his wits and ran up to his room.

   Doris stared at me with eyes that could kill.  "You scared that dear
boy; how could you!" She was screaming on top of her lungs.  "Shame on you,
now go up there and apologize to him, right now!" I'd never heard my wife
scream before; her personality had suddenly been transformed, in a `Dr. 
Jekyll and Mister Hyde' scenario

   "Doris have you lost you mind.  We're married, how many times have you
told me that marriage is sacred and adultery is a grave sin?"

   "Yes it is adultery Sandy, but this boy needs my help.  I wouldn't be
doing it behind you back, so I'm not cheating.  That makes it all right I'm
sure of that.  Now, we're both going up there and you will apologize to
that dear boy." She rose and marched to the stairs.  She stopped at five or
six steps and turned gesturing with her hands, her eyes burning fire and
brimstone.  "Come on!  The boy is suffering, probably crying and it's your
fault!" I got up feeling and walking like a zombie following her, up the
stairs to his door.  She knocked on it.  "Can we come in Trevor please? 
Sandy wants to apologize."

   "No, go away!  I'm going to kill myself!" First the headache ruse I
thought and now suicide; this boy is cunningly clever.

   "See, what you done to the boy.  Now get in there and say sorry!" She
opened the door slightly and peered in.  He was on the bed curled up in the
fetal position crying.  Doris looked at me hard.  "Now we're going in and
you will apologize you hear!"

   I pinched myself to make sure that I was awake.  This was more than
unbelievable; it was surreal, this couldn't be happening.  My wife an
intelligent woman, university graduate, former manager of a large branch
bank, was being bamboozled by a horny teen.  She opened the door fully and
sat down on the edge of the bed stroking his curly hair.  I couldn't have
moved if I'd wanted to.  My whole being was frozen in disbelief as I
watched her comforting him.

   "Now Trevor you stop crying, everything is going to be alright.  Doris
will look after all your needs and Sandy will say he's sorry for being so
rude to my sweet boy.  There now, you can stop crying, sit up and let Doris
put her arms around you.  " He sat up, swinging his feet down on the floor
and she drew his face into her neck with one arm while patting his cheek
and stroking his hair.  She kissed his forehead and then lifted his chin
with her fingers giving him an adoring look.  "Give Doris a nice kiss now
Trevor that comes first doesn't it." He nodded and they kissed gingerly but
warmly.  "There that's better isn't it dear?" He nodded again and then
looked my way with a fearful expression.

   "But Doris ... your husband; he's very angry with me." She drew his face
into her neck again and stared at me accusingly, her lips moving.  I was
beginning to think that the boy was an alien from another planet.  Nothing
on earth would have made my wife act like this.  I opened my mouth to speak
but nothing came out.  Her yes flashed thunder and lightning, while her
lips, which had never before let out an expletive, swore at me silently.

   I heard my self, say that I was sorry and his tearful face turned my
way. You mean that sir, I ... You let me do ... it with, your... your
wife?" My head nodded; again I was positive now that he was an alien,
somehow controlling our minds.

   "There that's better Sandy; I knew you would come to your senses.  Now
go downstairs and I will look after Trevor's needs." I turned to go as he
whispered something in her ear.  "You are so right dear Trevor, he should
stay and watch.  You tell him why yourself dear Trevor."

   "Sir I ... I don't think it would be fair to have sex with your wife
behind your back.  Please stay?" Doris pointed sternly at a chair by the
computer and then proceeded to undress the boy.  I sat down like a robot
and watched her undressing him completely.  His cock was hard as a rock and
it began to throb when Doris undressed herself, exposing her rubenesque
body.  His mouth fell open and his eyes widened with excitement as he drank
in her amble curves.  She embraced him drawing his face into her
cleavage... "Oh Trevor," she said and then let him go looking down at her
thighs.  "What happened?"

   "I'm sorry Doris, I did it already." She looked at me.

   "Well Sandy, make yourself useful get a towel, it's all down my legs!" I
got up and rushed to the bathroom not believing what I was doing.  I was
now a towel boy for my wife's boy toy.  They were kissing passionately,
when I returned and I just stood there like the proverbial pillar of salt.
He was fondling her heavy hangers and Doris just looked at me nodding at
her thighs as she turned her lower body away from Trevor.  In other words I
had to clean Trevor's cum of her body.  I got on my knees and wiped the
gobs off her thighs and feet and then returned to my seat.

   "Now Trevor the first thing you have to learn is that a woman must be
prepared for sex, or penetration can be very painful.  You don't want to
hurt Doris; do you Trevor?"

   He shook his head.  She took his hand placing it in her vagina.  "There
you must finger it gently until it becomes moist.  That's good just finger
everything, oh that feels good Trevor oh you're so gentle." She kissed him
again as he explored her bush.  "There that's it Trevor my dear you found
the spot.  Gently now work you finger in there.  Good oooh, good Trevor.  I
think I'm ready now" He began to shake.  "Don't be afraid Trevor Doris will
be gentle and guide you." I shook my head mentally; he wasn't afraid just
aroused and excited knowing where his cock was going.

   Doris got down on the bed spreading her thick thighs invitingly and
reached for her stripling.  He got on top of her and she held his penis to
her vagina.  He pushed it in, groaning with pleasure and shot his second
load almost immediately.  "There Trevor dear wasn't that better?  You feel
better now?  Maybe tomorrow we can do it again."

   He squeezed her tight and then lifted one of her breasts so he could
suck on the nipple near her neck.  She rubbed his curly hair encouraging
him to continue.  She had never understood my fascination with her mammary
glands and had many times told me to stop that nonsense.  "Oh Doris," he
panted.  I need more or I'll get a headache.  Please let me do it some more
now?  Can I, please?"

   "Of course Trevor as much as you need.  Doris is here to help you with
your problem." She kissed his forehead and he continued to suck her nipple
while bouncing his ass.  In about a minute he came again and then he rested
for a minute or two asking her to please do it some more.  About twenty
minutes later he came for the fifth time and then rolled of her completely
drained.

   Doris waved me over with the towel and spread her thighs while stroking
and kissing her boy toy.  I stood there with the towel and she looked at me
as if I was a dummy.  "Well wipe my vagina can't you see I'm busy with
Trevor." I did as she asked while she continued to fuss over him, kissing
him and running her fingers through his hair.  I stood up when finished and
walked back to my chair.

   "Oh Sandy, wipe my penis; it's kind of wet." I stopped in my tracks; it
was Sandy now, not sir.  I stared at him in disbelief, well why not I had
agreed for him to screw my wife.  He brought one hand to his forehead and
moaned.

   "Sandy!  Clean the boy that's the least you can do.  You're giving him a
headache." Touching a penis other than my own was the last thing in the
world on my list of things to do but I did it rather that have Doris scream
at me.  You can go now dear, I want to have a few minute alone with
Trevor." I went downstairs, walking in a trance, still carrying the towel,
trying to make sense of an unbelievable situation.  I rarely did the dishes
unless Doris was busy but this time I did them, forgetting about the
dishwasher without even knowing what I was doing.  After finishing I sat
down and turned on the TV until Doris came down.

   "He's asleep now," she said sweetly.  "Oh I know what you're going to
say Sandy.  I have committed adultery but I know heaven will forgive me. 
Sometimes sins can be forgiven if there is a higher purpose and I am saving
Trevor from a life time of self abuse." She smiled at me and picked up her
knitting.

   "What about us now Doris we haven't done any thing for a couple of weeks
now."

   "Oh, is that all you can think about Sandy; Trevor needs me right now.
Maybe in a week or so after he is cured we can think about that again." I
didn't say any more, she had become totally irrational.  The more sex that
boy got the more he'd want.  I got up and headed down to my workshop,
trying to find peace of mind with my carvings.

   "Sandy," it was Doris on the intercom.  I looked at the clock I'd been
here for more then two hours.  "Come up here right now." She sounded upset,
maybe the boy was leaving.  That would be wishful thinking on my part, why
should he leave a woman who was that easy.  "I want you in Trevor's
bedroom, hurry." They were both naked when I arrived.

   "What took you long Sandy, the boy is getting a headache?"

   "The little bastard" I thought.  "He screwing my wife and I've been put
on hold." They got on the bed and this time he came three times.  I did my
thing with the towel and then turned to leave.

   "Oh Sandy, I just want to thank you for being so understanding about
your wife helping me out." I turned and stared as he hugged and relished my
wife...

   "Well, Trevor I wouldn't mind getting a little myself." I turned to
leave again.

   "Sandy, how can you say that to the boy; he's the one with the problem?"

   "Oh no Doris," he said.  "That is unfair to Sandy; I know how bad I want
it so I know how he must feel.  I want you to do it with your husband right
now."

   "Oh Trevor you don't mean that.  I must spend all my time curing you of
those headaches.  My husband can wait." Trevor held his head and moaned
pitifully.  "What is it dear should we do it again?"

   "No, no Doris I feel so bad for Sandy you must do it with him right
now."

   "Very well my dear, we'll go to our bedroom." She kissed him and got up.


   "No Doris I can't stand being without you.  You must do it here but I
want you to kiss me while he does it."

   "But Trevor how?  He'll be on top of me."

   "No he won't, you stand on the floor and bend over me." She actually
followed his suggestion or by the tone of his voice, his order.  I wasn't
long getting my pants down and ramming her doggie style, while they necked.


   I had never been allowed to mount her this way before and it was like a
completely different vagina.  Her ass was churning as if she enjoyed it. 
Her excitement was obviously for him but I was getting the benefit.  I held
out as long as I could but finally succumbed to the inevitable and blew my
load groaning with satisfaction.  I pulled out and got up finding the towel
to wipe my cock.  He was already penetrating her in another position she
had never experienced, with her on top.  "Oh but Trevor," she said.  I'm
too heavy for you this way."

   "Shut up and fuck, woman.  I'll tell you if I don't like it." I stared
at him in disbelief and waited for her reply.

   "Sorry Trevor dear, I'm really sorry." He pulled her head down kissing
her.

   "Alright then woman, I forgive you but move your ass faster." He looked
my way; "you can go now Sandy.  I'll call if you're needed." I got up and
headed for the door.  "What do you say Sandy?" I looked back at him totally
confused and Doris mouthed a silent thank you to me.

   "Oh thank you Trevor," he nodded at me with a satisfied expression
before puckering up his lips for Doris's, while closing his eyes and
digging his fingers into her fleshy hips.

   I went to the bathroom feeling oddly satisfied, thinking that maybe
Trevor would get me more sex and certainly more variety than I ever had
before.

   He was now the king of the hill.  After a few more days he began
treating us both like we were his slaves.  I found it incredible that Doris
didn't catch on.  She doted on him constantly, submitting to every sexual
demand he made with a religious fervor.  This was no longer about curing
him from sinning; she was his devoted sex slave.

   The next day he was a little late for the school bus because he had
decided to screw Doris in the kitchen during breakfast.  He had ordered her
to be nearly naked whenever he was in the house, a flimsy short housecoat
or chemise but no bra or panties.  He had her leaning over the table
banging her doggie style.  "Listen Sandy," he said while stroking her. 
"I'm going to be late for the bus; get the car ready." I was sitting still
eating my cereal watching them, my towel at the ready.

   "Do as Trevor says now Sandy, ooh, ooh that feels good Trevor." I left
and got the car out of the garage, he got in five minutes later.  When we
got to the school he told me to pick him up for the lunch break.  I didn't
dare incur Doris's wrath by arguing with him and told Doris when I got
home.

   "Oh yes dear he did say he was getting head aches in the cafeteria
yesterday.  It's probably better if I look after him at home.  I don't
think the food is that healthy there either?" I descended to my carvings;
reasoning with Doris at this point was fruitless.

   An hour later I got a call on the intercom.  She wanted me in the
bedroom immediately.  When I entered she was on the bed naked on all fours.


   "Get undressed Sandy, don't just stand there I got things to do." I
didn't have to be told twice and soon had my pants off.

   "Couldn't we do it the regular way dear?  I would like that better."

   "No Sandy, Trevor want you to do it with me once today while he's in
school and this is the only way you are allowed to have me."

   "OK dear but how would he know?"

   "Sandy!  Have you ever known me to be a liar?  I am trying to help the
dear boy and he is being very nice to you, letting you have sex much more
often than is reasonable.  Now get on with it dear, I told you I have other
things to do!

   Trying to help him my foot but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth
I got on with it, trying deliberately to take my time but she began to
wiggle her ass, while panting and moaning like she was really horny.  This
was incredible I grasped her by those full shapely hips, relished this view
of her chunky ass and that small waist.  It didn't take long for me to blow
my load.  "That was very nice dear I like the way you moved your rear end."

   "Comments are unnecessary Sandy, there is a wet towel in the en-suit ...
Get it and clean my vagina.  Trevor wants you to do that and he's the one
who told me to move my body like that when we have intercourse.  So when he
asks, you can tell that I performed the way he told me to."

   I got the towel and carried out Trevor's orders.  Maybe this boy was a
godsend after all.  She got up and dressed herself looking at the clock. 
"I want you to help me prepare Trevor's lunch."

   I picked him up at the appointed time and he asked me if I was satisfied
with Doris's performance that morning.  I actually thanked him saying that
I was very satisfied.  He apologized about the doggie position but he just
couldn't cope with it in any other manner the way his head aches came and
went.  I told him that I understood fully and that I appreciated him being
so thoughtful.

   He ate his lunch with Doris hovering over him and then screwed her three
times before I drove him back to school.  Before he got out of the car, he
told me that Doris would need sex at around two o'clock.  I thanked him
again and he apologized again for it just being doggie style.  He just
couldn't cope with us doing it face to face and told me not to kiss her or
touch her breasts.

   When I was called to the bedroom that afternoon, I said yes dear and she
got undressed and leaned over the bed wiggling her ass invitingly.  She
didn't want to do it on the bed because it was done.  I dropped my pants
and screwed my wife for the second time in one day.  That was a first for
our marriage.

   That night after I had sat and watched them screw three times, he turned
on the computer and showed us a video of a couple having oral sex.  Doris
was horrified and I thought that she would finally kick him out of the
house.

   "But Trevor my dear you shouldn't watch such things, people don't really
do that, they're actors not people loving each other it's not real life on
there." He covered his head with his hands and shook spasmodically.  "Oh
Trevor I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that but it is a terrible sin to do
oral things like that." He got up and threw himself on the bed weeping. 
She got down next to him kissing and caressing his face.  "Alright Trevor
I'll try to do it, please stop crying." He sat up with a determined look on
his face.

   "Doris lie on you back and spread your thighs.  Take hold of your legs
and bring your knees up as far as you can." Her crotch was now wide open at
the edge of the bed.  He leaned over her kissing her and then looked at me.
Sandy, get over here and eat out your wife's cunt!" He pointed at the floor
in front of her crotch.

   A life long dream, something I had never had the nerve to dream about,
let alone ask for.  All there was missing now was a blow-job.  "That
darling boy;" I thought.  My mouth met her labia and my tongue explored
every little crevice, then finding her hole I licked her insides.  She
screamed at that point, muffled I knew by Trevor's kisses.  Her legs
embraced me gently at first.  Then her heels began pounding my back in time
with her moaning.  When she slowed Trevor sat up and ordered me to sit next
to him.  I couldn't believe it my sterile wife had actually reached a
climax.

   "Doris, get on your knees and suck your husband's cock."

   "But Trevor my dear Trevor," she sat up next to him her eyes pleading
for mercy.  "A lady doesn't do that kind of thing." His face became
strained and one hand moved to his forehead.

   "Why are you doing this to me Doris, I can't stand it." He was near
tears again.

   "Alright Trevor ... I ... I will try," she swallowed and took several
deep breaths.  "I will do anything for you my dear you know that." She
moved off the bed and slowly got on her knees between my knees.  My cock
now resembled an iron rod, my knob swollen to twice its normal size; I had
never been so turned on ever.  She was extremely upset her body trembling;
somehow that made it even more exciting for me.

   He reached a hand to the back of her head and moved it closer to my
knob. "Open your mouth now Doris." She obeyed staring at it, like a monster
ready to gobble her up.  "Come on now Doris this is very important for my
well being." She made eye contact with him with a pathetic half smile.

   Alright Trevor, alright I'll do whatever you need to get better."

   "Good Doris, now take it in one hand and finger his balls like the woman
in the video." I was so turned by all this that I had to fight not to blow
my load right away.  She did as he said and then looked at him again as if
waiting for instructions.  "Give it a nice kiss now," she closed her eyes,
swallowing while taking a deep breath and then kissed my knob lightly. 
"Now play your tongue around it just like the woman did." Again she
followed his instructions but gingerly.  "Doris if you can't be serious
about this, I'm going to pack my bags and leave this house!" Suddenly she
became a blow-job professional, gobbling up my cock, jerking the shaft,
tickling my balls and sucking while rocking her head back and forth like
there was no tomorrow.

   I strained hard to make it last but to no avail.  I exploded like never
before in my life, filling her mouth, gagging her.  "Swallow it Doris," he
ordered harshly.  She looked up at him with tearful eyes; desperately
trying not to gag and then after making several swallowing motions managed
to get some of it down.  "Suck it some more, there's still some there." She
obediently put my knob in her mouth and sucked.  "Stroke it out with your
hand." Again she followed his order and drained me completely.

   She looked up at him smiling almost proudly.  "Does my dear Trevor feel
better now?"

   He looked at her hard and pointed at his penis.  "I'll let you know as
soon as I blow my load in your fuck'n mouth." She moved quickly and eagerly
began to suck him.  She had never cursed in her life and hated people who
did but she didn't complain It didn't take him long to blow his load partly
in her mouth and partly all over her face.  "All right Doris what did that
women do with those gobs on her face?  "

   "She wiped the semen of her face with a finger and swallowed it,
Trevor."

   "Well, get on with it slut; you can fuck off now Sandy," he snapped as
he drew her head onto his cock to suck the last drops.

   I got up and left, remembering to thank him and this time I meant it
from the bottom of my heart.

   I was in our bedroom ready to go to bed when they came in and entered
the bathroom where I watched Doris wash Trevor in the shower stall.  After
she washed herself and dried him and herself they came back in the bedroom
where I was just getting under the covers.  "Oh Sandy," Trevor said in a
distant manner.  "You will sleep in the other guest bedroom until further
notice.  I feel more comfortable in here." I got up as they crawled under
the covers.  "And Sandy, shut off the lights when you go but leave the
doors open, in case I should need your services.  Oh, and you will refer to
me as Sir from now on, is that clear?"

   "Oh yes Sir, Thank you sir.  Good night sir"

   "Good night Sandy." I would have called him my lord and master or god if
he'd asked.  I'd had my wife's pussy twice in one day; I eat her pussy and
then came in her mouth.  I was in heaven, even though I had to sleep alone.
I got in to bed and was reflecting on the today's developments, when he
called me again.  I hurried to their bedroom.  "I forgot Sandy I'll have
breakfast in bed at seven thirty.  See to it that you're on time.  You're
dismissed."

   "Yes sir, seven thirty on the dot.  Thank you so much sir"

   To be continued

   Reavan