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 7:12 am.

 

“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 Baltimore for training in a couple of months.  She knew Chris may be with him and had fully loaded the pistol for that contingency.  “Killing her was just a bonus” she mused to herself. 

 

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 Baltimore city detective she would soon learn to hate as he broke down her story and learned the truth. But for now she played the part of a surprised wife and even pretended to cry though no tears were shed.

 

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.