This story is fiction but really
happened in my mind. MF, MFF, bd, ds, Fdom,
Mdom, humil, toys. There is a total of 4 Chapters
The Mutual Seduction of Ryan and Chris
Chapter 4 Lovers Leap
Ryan woke first again and this time the
room was bathed in soft dim light. He
smiled and let out a long sigh. He could
not remember a more comfortable location than being nestled beside Chris’s
naked body. His mind started asking
questions in search of the outcome he desired most.
He started conversing with himself
silently while staring at the wrinkled texture of the ceiling. “The only real reasons why Chris and I don’t make
our feelings known to the whole world is the possible effect on our kids and
our jobs. The latter issue is not that
big a deal. I have accomplished
everything I set out to do so why not take a different position with a
different company. Change can be
stressful but, in retrospect, usually results in a more fulfilling experience.”
These thoughts led Ryan to the biggest
issue and that was the kids. The worst
thing he could imagine for them was growing up with divorced parents. But that was assuming the kids had parents
that really loved one another like his parents had. He thought further to himself, “What kind of
example are I and Cindy setting for our kids?
How would my children learn to truly and deeply love another when there
was no example of it in their house?
What effect would separating from Cindy really have? If my kids witnessed me expressing love for
Chris in the normal ways a man who is in love with his wife should, wouldn’t
that provide an invaluable life lesson about what being in love was all
about? Don’t I have a responsibility to
raise my kid’s in a manner that prepares them to enjoy the most satisfying
married life possible?”
It then struck Ryan that he was
thinking about himself as being married to Chris. It was not intentional; it just seemed right
and natural. He loved her more deeply
than he had ever loved Cindy. They had
not only experienced fantastic sex but had merged into a single entity. That thought reminded Ryan of his
wedding. It was something the priest had
said about marriage being the merging of two individuals into a beautiful
inseparable energy.
“Energy was not the noun the priest had
used but the word I had envisioned when standing at the alter.” Ryan thought.
“Chris and I share a selflessness, kindness, playfulness, and a penchant
for the erotic that would not exist to the extent it does were we not
together. Our relationship has developed
into something beautiful and I must nurture it with all my resources to extend
and enhance it. I’m going to do it. I’m going to go public with our love and damn
the consequences!”
Just as Ryan reached this epiphany,
Chris stirred and rolled over to face Ryan.
Her arm dropped tenderly across Ryan’s chest. She then instinctually let her fingers slowly
roam over his cheek and neck. Before she
opened her eyes, her ears registered Ryan’s sweet greeting of “Good Morning
Honey”.
Chris was in that totally relaxed state
that comes before one is completely awake.
She kept her eyes mostly shut and responded, “Good Morning Stud.”
“Even this early in the day she pays me
a compliment she knows I love to hear.”
Ryan thought.
“You look absolutely radiant this
morning.” Ryan replied very
sincerely. “I’ve been doing a lot of
thinking this morning and have decided that I want to wake up to you every
morning.” He watched Chris’ face and
suddenly started to feel very anxious.
Chris opened her eyes hearing that
statement. “What are you trying to say
Honey?” She replied. She was waking up very quickly now and Ryan’s
anxiety became quickly contagious.
“I mean…well I think…well what I am
trying to say…” Ryan fumbled his words badly, fearing Chris would not come to
the same conclusion he had. Finally he
just blurted it out. “I think we should
go public with our relationship.”
Chris did not say anything for several
moments, which only added to Ryan’s anxiety.
He noticed that his hand had moved on its own to Chris’ hip and was now
rubbing her skin softly.
Chris finally moved and propped her
head up with her free hand. She looked
directly into Ryan’s green eyes. Slowly
a smile widened across her lips. “That
is quite a pronouncement this morning.
You know you are not my slave right now; you do have free will.” Chris used sexual innuendo like Ryan used
humor when put in a stressful situation.
She was playing catch up to Ryan in thinking about their future. She did not want to make a mistake and she
was cautious about taking on the public with her heretofore private love.
“You realize the drastic changes our
lives will undergo if we decide to go public.”
She probed.
“You realize the limitations we will
continue to experience if we do not.”
Ryan responded, his confidence expanding.
“But what about the effect on our
kids?” Chris followed, sitting up a
little more.
“What kind of environment are we
providing them now? Growing up in a home
where their parents hardly can stand one another much less love one
another.” Ryan countered.
Chris sat up completely and swung her
leg over Ryan’s waist. She then placed
both her hands on Ryan’s pillow on either side of his head and lowered her face
closer to his. “What about our
jobs?” She asked, already feeling the
warmth of the idea spreading throughout her being.
“I decided to take on new challenges
with a new company. Besides, who wants
to work with their wife.” Ryan said,
suddenly realizing the term wife had unexpectedly rolled off his tongue.
Chris wasted no time responding to the
“wife” slip. “Why Ryan, are you
proposing to me?” She said smiling,
knowing she had him this time.
At first Ryan wanted to chuckle but
something in his heart stopped him. He
knew he loved her but his mind was still functioning and reason dictated that
the relationship would need to pass public and time testing before he would
ever enter into that commitment again.
Still, wasn’t that the main reason for an engagement period. “Will you marry me? I would be proud to call
you my wife. You are already my best
friend and lover.” Ryan said softly.
Chris could read his mind nearly as well
as he could and knew Ryan was being very serious and thoughtful. She also knew she felt the same way. She relayed this message wordlessly with her
eyes and Ryan received the message without any distortion.
“Make love to me.” Chris said in a breathy voice.
Ryan smiled. “I’d love to” he said simply.
Chris reached for the strap-on dildo
that was left on the nightstand. “I would have you go down on me but I need a
good shower after last night. However,
feel free to warm me up with your fingers while I fasten the equipment.” Chris
offered while she spun her body in a raised sixty nine position to pull up the
dildo armed belt.
“Way ahead of you honey.” Ryan responded, cupping the palm of his hand
over Chris’ pubic mound. Chris signed
when he made contact. She purposely
slowed down her work to enjoy the manual stimulation. Ryan used his middle finger to find her
clit. He than massaged it in a soft
circular motion. Chris arched her back
in response and Ryan admired her beautiful round ass. He used his other hand to rub her soft cheek.
After spending several minutes making
Chris’ clit hard, Ryan slipped his pointer and middle finger between the lips
of Chris’ pussy. Chris stopped the
pretense of fastening the strap on dildo and planted both of her hands flat on
the bed. She started to breathe
heavier. When Ryan started to slowly
pump his hand, the knuckle of his ring finger started knocking on her clit. Chris now started moaning softly. “Oh yes Ryan that feels so good. You are
making me so wet.” Ryan smiled. Pleasuring Chris made him feel very
masculine. He concentrated on
maintaining a rhythm so Chris could prepare her pleasure nerve endings to
maximize the stimulus.
“Fuck me faster!” Chris begged.
Ryan said nothing but picked up the pace being careful her clit was not
getting neglected.
Ryan’s fingers were curved slightly and
his finger tips found Chris’ G spot. He
could feel the subtle change in texture of her inner flesh. He kept pressure there and now twisted his
hand so his thumb could manipulate her clit.
He thought about making a joke about this being the real reason human
beings had evolved with this opposable digit but thought it might be a
distraction to the orgasm Chris was nearing.
He cleared his mind and concentrated back on the goal.
“I am going to cum.” Chris announced after several minutes of this
treatment. She pressed her pelvis
against Ryan’s large strong hand. She
was now providing the back in forth motion while Ryan used his fingertips for
the detail work. It took about another
30 seconds and Chris cried out with her hips bucking wildly. When the pleasure started to subside, she
stopped bucking and squeezed her legs together tightly with Ryan’s fingers
still inside.
Chris rotated off Ryan and lay back
next to him. She was still breathing
heavily but smiling. She gave Ryan a
kiss and searched for his tongue. Ryan
met her tongue with his and they both danced around a little. When Chris withdrew she spoke again. “That was great but now I want that thick
eight inches inside of me.”
“You are an insatiable horny bitch and
I love it.” Ryan responded. “Now mount my cock and ride me till you cum
again.” Ryan ordered, turned on yet
again by Chris’ sex drive.
Chris swung over Ryan’s torso again but
this time she was facing him. She locked
eyes with him as she slowly mounted his fake cock. Ryan grinned with pleasure and his heart was
pumping with excitement. When she had
enveloped all but the last couple of inches, Chris leaned over and started
licking and kissing Ryan’s neck. He
tasted a little salty but this was a turn on for Chris. She used her skillful mouth to work on his
ear lobes and Ryan started to quickly loose his composure. “Oh yes, that feels so good!” He moaned. Chris didn’t let up and employed her hands to
play with his nipples. She was now fully
educated on how to manipulate the sensitive areas on Ryan’s body. The treatment was starting to cause Ryan to
have the paraplegic orgasm that Ryan could neither describe and Chris could not
fully understand. After Ryan reached
that point, he could not take any more stimulation. Finally he pushed her away and pleaded,
“Please I can’t take it anymore”
“I was just started to have fun.” Chris responded. She felt good that she had pushed Ryan’s body
past its pleasure threshold. It made her
even hornier and she instinctively started to slowly pump up and down on the
dildo.
Ryan started to recover from his
pleasurable ordeal and read the cue to start messaging Chris’ breasts. Chris laid her head back and closed her
eyes. Her pussy was still soaked from
the masturbation treatment Ryan had given her.
Now her pussy was filled completely with the thick eight inch dildo
attached to Ryan’s waist. Logically she
knew it was fake but in her mind she blurred the distinction. Making love to a paraplegic certainly had its
advantages. The thought made her smile
and she opened her eyes and bent her body towards Ryan. She wrapped both hands around Ryan’s neck for
leverage and arched her back. She then
started grinding hard and deep. The
sensation felt wonderful and pure animal lust took her over.
Ryan could tell Chris was deeply
engaged in her pleasure. She was riding
him like a bucking bronco and guttural noises were coming from deep inside
her. All Ryan could do was hold on to
the top of her back because her pelvis was now pumping almost violently. He watched in awe as she let out a scream
while her whole body went tense. She
spasmed several times before collapsing atop of Ryan. Her body was hot and sweaty and Ryan could
feel her breathing heavily from the morning workout. He held her tenderly.
“God that was fucking great.” Chris said.
“If we could do that every morning I would be in fantastic shape.”
“So all I am to you is an exercise
machine?” Ryan asked smiling all over
himself.
“No, you are my man and I love you very
much.” Chris said sweetly. “That’s why I will marry you.”
Ryan felt an immense feeling of
excitement overcome him. “Do you mean it, you really will marry me?”
“Until I met you, I didn’t know love
could be this complete. You fulfill me
on every level. It is like we are
already of one mind and heart. I think
we should get married, it would be a sin not to.” Chris replied, letting her feelings be
completely exposed. She was happier now
than she could ever remember.
They kissed one another softly and then
embraced as if to usher in this new era in their lives. The moment was rudely interrupted by a knock
on the door followed by the sound of a woman’s voice announcing room
service. Ryan looked over at the clock
which showed
“Somebody must know it is our last
morning at the hotel and ordered an early breakfast for us.” Ryan said smiling.
Chris took Ryan’s words to mean he had
ordered breakfast. Ryan took Chris’
smile to mean she had. It was an error
they soon would regret.
Chris jumped out of bed to get the door
and Ryan covered up his pelvis to hide the strap on and his own nudity. After Chris had cinched her bathrobe, she
opened the door.
“Good morning.” Chris said paying more attention to the tray
than the person pushing it into the room.
She did not understand why there was a pillow on top the covered serving
tray. “Just leave that anywhere, we are
just waking up.” Chris requested.
“As you wish, Madame” the server
replied with no discernable accent at all.
She could see a man’s feet under the blanket on the end of the bed and a
wheelchair she instantly recognized. She
then moved quickly to pick up the pillow with her left hand and a gun hidden
under the tray cover with her right. She
aimed the gun with the pillow covering the barrel at Chris’ back and pulled the
trigger.
Chris heard the loud pop and felt a
twinge in her chest. She looked down to
see crimson liquid overtaking the pure white terrycloth of her bathrobe. “Ryan!” she said in a last moment of shock
and then collapsed dead on the carpeted floor.
Ryan could not believe what he was
witnessing. As Chris fell out of sight
beyond the end of the bed he looked at the server who was now moving towards
him. It was Cindy with a black wig on
clad in the hotels uniform. He then
noticed his own pistol that should have been locked in his gun cabinet at
home. He simply could not form any
words.
“I can not believe you were fucking her
you piece of shit.” Cindy said.
Ryan attempted to roll out of the way
but Cindy fired the pistol once more which blasted a hole in his shoulder. She thought to herself that the gun was still
loud despite the pillow but hopefully would be interpreted as something other
than a gun shot by any hotel guests in adjoining rooms. At any rate, she thought she had better hurry
to finish the job. When Ryan rolled back
over clutching his wounded right shoulder with his left hand, Cindy saw the
strap on dildo for the first time. “You
disgusting pervert!” She said in
reaction.
Ryan could only moan in response. Cindy than placed the pillow and gun
combination closer to Ryan’s head and pulled the trigger for the last
time. Ryan’s blood and pieces of brain
spattered all over the white sheets making the kind of visual contrast that he
would have found fascinating.
Cindy took a few seconds to gather her
thoughts. She knew Ryan was dead but she
wanted to make sure the little slut she recognized from a company picnic and
the private eye’s photo’s was truly deceased.
She checked for a pulse and found none.
She then remembered to put on the plastic gloves so no fingerprints
would be left behind.
Cindy pulled out the two zip lock
baggies full of crack she had meticulously purchased over the last month. After pressing them against her dead
husband’s fingertips, she threw one on the bed and the other on the floor next
to Chris’ body. She had made sure not to
taint them with any of her own fingerprints or hair. She then took a $400 roll of twenties out of
their protective plastic baggy and simply threw them up in the air. They all flittered haphazardly over the bed,
floor and Chris’s body. “How fitting for
a whore like you.” Cindy whispered.
She looked over at the body of her
perverted husband and thought about spitting on it but that would leave behind
traceable DNA. “I always hated you for
ruining my life.” She said as if he were
alive. She then straitened her stolen
uniform and placed the gun and shredded pillow back under the serving tray
lid. As she left she placed the do not
disturb placard on the outside handle of the door and headed for the elevator.
Once Cindy reached the exit door near the
hotel kitchen, she made sure no other workers were around. She then placed the shredded pillow and the
gun in a black plastic bag and went out the door. She made herself not rush as she walked to
the car. A few other workers were coming
in but none paid her any attention. She
opened the door to the car, tossed the bag in and started the engine. She took one deep breath and then started to
drive away.
As she exited on the city street, she
started to tremble. The vision of her
dead husband and his dead lover flashed in her mind. She had to concentrate and just maybe she
would get away clean. She picked up
speed as she got on the highway that led to her home. Even though she had kept her kids up late the
night before, there was no guarantee they would still be asleep by the time she
got home. The note she left advising
them she had gone to the store was a contingency she hoped would not be
necessary.
“I should have taken their
wallets.” She whispered to herself. “That would have bought me some more
time.” It did not matter because Cindy
had returned the company car to the office complex that was a couple of hundred
yards through the woods from her back yard before the bodies had been found.
Using a vehicle that was not her own
was the smartest part of her plan.
Surely there were cameras around the hotel and on the city streets that
recorded her visit. But when a neighbor
had commented that the business in the industrial park behind her house had a
fleet of vehicles and they kept a spare key hidden under the chassis for their
absent minded salespeople, she knew her plan may just work. That neighbor who worked at the business also
stated that anyone could steal the cars because they were not fenced in.
Cindy parked the car back in the spot
she had “borrowed” it from early in the morning. She put her dead husbands hunting jacket on
and locked the car back up after returning the key to its hiding place. She carried the plastic bag containing the
gun and the pillow and started making her way into the woods towards her
house. When she reached the stream that
ran through the middle of the main ravine, she picked up a large rock and
dropped the gun and what was left of the pillow under it. The water and mud started to hide the
evidence immediately. She then continued
on to her home.
Coincidentally, it was the same
neighbor’s spouse who had given Cindy the info necessary to use the company
vehicle that was twenty feet up in a tree watching Cindy dump some items in the
stream. Jim had learned from both his
wife and Ryan that the woods between his neighbor’s home and the industrial
park teemed with deer. Since the
business was closed on Saturdays and obviously Ryan could not hunt the steep
terrain he figured no one would mind if he hunted there with his bow and
arrow. He thought about shouting out to
say hello to Cindy but she was acting so strangely that he decided against
it. It would be a week before he relayed
what he saw to the police detective; several months later he would repeat the
story in a courtroom.
Cindy entered the back door to her home
quietly. Luckily, the kids were still
asleep so she destroyed the note she had left behind. She then went to her bedroom and lay down even
though she was wide awake. She smiled
and moved her hand between her thighs as she thought about her dead husband and
his lover. She then thought back to the
beginning. She knew her husband was
seeing someone because he had stopped annoying her with requests for sex. That is why she had hired the private
detective to watch him. She paid extra
for someone out of state because she knew the guy would not be watching local
news casts if she decided to exact some revenge. The detective had taken pictures of Ryan and
Chris at lunch but could not say whether they were lovers or just really good
friends. That’s when Cindy decided to
take the vacation at the beach with the children and leave Ryan alone. The private eye’s report from that weekend
confirmed her suspicion.
Cindy’s masturbation intensified as she
remembered it was at that point that she had decided to kill Ryan. She paid off the detective and hoped he would
forget or would not see the news coverage when she finally finished Ryan
off. As she attempted to put the plan
together, Ryan gave her opportunity to finalize it when he announced his
company was sending him to
The ringing phone interrupted her
thoughts and her masturbation.
”Masturbating was dirty and evil anyway” Cindy thought and she picked up
the phone. It was a
Six months later Cindy had had sex many
times even though she had only been in prison for 3 weeks. A big dyke had selected her and even forced
her to get a prison tattoo on her ass.
The woman was much stronger than Cindy and raped her on a daily
basis. Cindy, who was a meticulous
planner, was finishing the details for her final scheme. It would end with her swinging from a
makeshift noose constructed with her own hands.
A fitting end for someone who killed something so beautiful.