TITLE: Artist 12 - Amanda's Fall Copyright (C) 2015, w1drng. ALL Rights Reserved STORY CODES: MF, cheat, voyeur, coersion SUMMARY: Danny was married to Amanda, a woman 12 years his senior. He was stepfather to Amanda's three daughters, Natalie, Donna, and Patty. Amanda carries on the story from her point of view. ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction. It is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely coincidental. I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children in sexual oriented acts with adults. "I keep telling you Amanda, you should just confront him, ask him what's going on," Dr Henry Grimes blurted out. "I've been coming to you for six months and you keep giving me the same damn advice. Just shut the fuck up, Hank," I spat back at him, "and keep fucking me." With each thrust I fell deeper in thought, my memories carrying me back over the past year. It really didn't seem that long ago that Tisha and her baby were living with us. Danny had insisted that we take care of her, since Tisha's parents were being sent back to their African country. Her father was some sort of diplomat or royalty or some damn thing. Tisha was only 13 and pregnant. She wanted to have her baby here in the United States. Sponsoring her was our way of helping her. Then nearly a year later, Danny was gone somewhere with Donna and her friend Maryanne. Two men and a woman came to the house. They were government people. They just came in and took her, took Tisha and the baby, saying that her parents wanted her back, some kind of national security issue. When Danny found out he was furious, at the government for taking them and at me for not stopping them. I was to blame he said for losing Tisha and the baby. What could I do? But things got worse. Donna's friend Maryanne and her family moved away, across the country type of away. It put Danny in some sort of depression. He wouldn't explain why and I couldn't figure it out. I started seeing a therapist, Dr Henry Grimes, for my own depression. Danny and I weren't having sex anymore. He just seemed so distant. I needed some help. That help led me to Dr Henry Grimes and eventually us becoming sexual partners. For me it was just sex, that intimate body contact that I wasn't getting from my husband. Here I was, 39 years old, married to a 27-year-old man that wouldn't hardly touch me anymore. We used to be so wonderful in bed together. But now I get my sexual fix from Hank. "Oh God I'm cumming Amanda," Hank announced. I sure wasn't. I didn't cum much anymore. I wondered if Danny did. Was he cheating on me too? How were his sexual needs being met? That day I made up my mind what I was going to do. I called my friend Susan. She is the mother of one of my daughter Natalie's friend Ginger. Ginger used to come over a lot to see Natalie when they were in high school. I remember thinking she had a crush on Danny. He sure seemed to perk up when she came over, giving her what I thought might have been just a little too much attention. As long as it wasn't his dick that was coming to attention I guess it didn't matter. Anyway it led to me becoming friends with her mother Susan. It was time now for me to give her a call. She always did get along well with Danny too. She would be perfect for what I needed done. "You're crazy Amanda, I can't do that," Susan objected. "Seduce your husband? It's ridiculous. I won't do it. What kind of friend would I be then?" "The kind that helps a friend in need," I replied. "I need to know. He doesn't fuck me anymore. I want to know if he fucks anyone. I know you won't take him away from me. I just want you to see if you can seduce him, see if he has any fire left inside of him. Is it me he hates or sex itself. If you can seduce him then I'll know it's me and can let him go. I need to know, Susan. Please." "I just don't know, Amanda," she verbally objected. "You're my friend. I don't want to ruin that." "Well maybe you could talk to your daughter, Ginger. Maybe she would do it," I suggested, hoping that would scare Susan into doing it. If I was right Susan had noticed Ginger and Danny's chemistry together just like I had. She wouldn't want to risk having her daughter be successful. "You know if I do this," Susan said, "I could really be fucking Danny, your Danny, your husband." "If you succeed," I inserted. "Yes, of course, if I succeed," she agreed. "The thing is, I'm afraid I will and like I said, I don't want to lose you as a friend. How will you be able to look at me knowing that I fucked your husband. And if you two break up it will be because of me. You'll hate me Amanda." "I swear to you now Susan that if you do seduce him, I will not hold any of it against you," I promised her. It was an easy promise because in my heart I knew she would fail. "It will not change our relationship at all. I will never let him know I put you up to it. It will stay our secret forever and you guys can pretend that it was a one-time mistake to be kept as a secret between the two of you as well. Please Susan, do this for me." "OK, fine. I know it's a mistake but I'll do it," Susan reluctantly agreed. "I'll do it for you. God it sounds so strange. I will fuck your husband for you." "Just one last thing," I added. "I want to be there. I want to watch, to see for myself. I have to know if it really happened. If you succeed I have to see it with my own eyes." "Then it will probably have to be in your bedroom, in your own bed," Susan said. "Are you OK with that, me fucking Danny in your bed and you watching the whole thing? He's going to make me cum, Amanda. I'm going to have an orgasm and Danny is going to climax inside of me. I'm going to scream in pleasure and you're going to watch every second of it. Do you still really want to do this, to have me fuck your husband?" "Yes and I'm fine with all of it, you fucking him in front of me in my bed," I told her. I really wasn't fine with it. In fact I wasn't fine with her fucking my husband at all. But I had to find out. I had to know if it was just me he didn't want or he just wasn't interested in sex with anyone. And knowing that Susan would be the one made me feel like I was still in control of it all. It wasn't someone I didn't know fucking my husband whenever she wanted. It was fairly easy to arrange the whole thing. The kids were all away at school as I left for work one Monday morning. I drove only a short distance away, out of view from the house. I walked back home and hid near some bushes until I saw the light come on in my husband's basement art studio. Then I sneaked back into the house and into our bedroom closet. The closet doors had those louver slats such that you could clearly see out into the room but no one could see in. When I was sufficiently hidden I texted Susan that I was ready. It wasn't long before the doorbell rang. Danny answered the door but I couldn't understand any of their conversation, just knew the plan was for her to say that she was here to visit me. It was a long half hour before I heard any real commotion. I don't know how Susan did it but in they came kissing and groping each other. My 27-year-old husband was in a passionate embrace with my 47-year-old girlfriend. God how I wanted to be her right then. But all I could do was watch as they quickly undressed each other while trying to maintain that kiss. Once they had their clothes off Danny yanked the covers down to the end of the bed and Susan got on it, on her back, her legs spread wide and ready. But Danny had something else in mind as he told her, "Get on your knees. I'm taking you from behind." She rolled over onto her hands and knees, Danny spread her legs apart as he mounted her from behind. He didn't waste any time as a moment later he was thrusting hard and deep into Susan. She grunted with each thrust, his hands gripping her sides. Then he took one hand and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he continued to ram his hard cock into her. Susan was well endowed and her tits swayed with each thrust. "This is why you really came over here wasn't it Susan?" he asked. "This is what you really wanted, to be fucked, to be taken hard and fast." "Oh yes Danny, yes," she screamed. "Fuck me like the whore that I am. I'm your bitch to be fucked however you want me." "You are my bitch aren't you and I want you cumming on my cock, right now," he ordered her. "Oh God in heaven I am cumming," she yelled. "Fuck me Danny, fuck me...oh shit I'm cumming so hard. Fuck your bitch Danny, fuck your bitch." Then Danny pushed in and held himself there for a moment, pulled out and in again, holding himself once more. Several more times he did this. I knew that each time he was shooting his cum deep inside of Susan. I totally forgot to check about birth control with her. She is divorced and may not be on any thing. Too late now. When Danny was done he had her get onto her back, legs spread wide while he started eating her out. "Yes Danny, that's feels so good," Susan said. "Eat my pussy, eat me alive. Yes, that's it, suck your own cum out of my pussy." He did too, to the tune of 20 minutes of Susan having one orgasm after another. It had been a couple years since Danny ever did that with me. Finally Danny started working his way up her body, spending some time on her tits, sucking in one hard nipple while he massaged the other. He then moved up her chest and neck to her face where they again engaged in heavy kissing. I hadn't even noticed when he started but I suddenly realized he was fucking her again, missionary style. This time his strokes were much slower, more controlled, much smoother. She wasn't rushing to climaxes anymore, just moaning and kissing him as much as she could. "Danny oh Danny," she cried. "I love fucking you so much." She then wrapped her heels around his legs, locking herself to him as he continued pushing himself slowly in and out of her with deep long strokes. "I could fuck you like this forever Susan," he told her. "Oh please do," she replied. "Fuck me as much as you want as often as you want whenever you want. Just promise me you'll never stop fucking me." How could she be saying that to him. This was just a test, one that he failed, or one that I failed I guess. It was clear that he still liked sex, just not with me. Or was it just with Susan? Did she have something special that allowed her to seduce my Danny? Would he have fallen prey to anyone else? Susan's cries brought me out of my thoughts. "Danny I'm cumming again, oh Christ it feels so, so strong this time. My whole body is on fire." Danny suddenly began thrusting hard and fast inside of her like he did before, I believe in an attempt to cum with her. His sudden speed quickly brought her to a climax. All she could do was scream the same thing over and over, "Yes, yes, yes." Then Danny yelled back, "Oh Susan, you're making me cum again. It feels so god-damned good. You feel so god-damned good Susan." He pushed in and held himself there, his back arched upwards as he let out a guttural sound. Then he collapsed on top of her. It was a minute before he rolled off to one side, puling his deflated dick out of her sopping cunt. That's when I realized I was crying. I had just watched my husband make love to a woman with a passion I don't ever recall receiving. If I had, it is lost to my memory now. Eventually they cleaned up, dressed and Susan left. I was able to sneak out unnoticed a while later. I met Susan at her house. "You saw it all?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. I had long since exhausted my tears. I had spent time with my thoughts. "It has been a long time since he made love with anyone. He just needed to get it out of his system. He won't need to do that again. He wouldn't do that again, I'm sure of it. I want to prove it to you. Tomorrow I want you to go to him again when you get my text." "Amanda, you don't need to do this," Susan pleaded with me. "You don't need to prove anything to anyone. Yes, I agree with you completely. He was sex starved. He won't do it again. You certainly don't need to prove it." "But I want to," I countered. "I need to show you that he can be strong. One moment of weakness does not define him. When you get my text, then you go to him." "What's to keep me from just telling you that I tried to seduce him but not really trying," Susan asked. "I don't want to do this again." "We have become close friends, you and I, over the past couple of years," I told her. "At first I just thought you liked being around Danny. But we really did become friends, didn't we? That's how I know you will do as I ask. I trust you more than I trust anyone else. I need this to happen and I don't want to go to someone else like your daughter Ginger. I trust you more than anyone else." I knew mentioning Ginger would get her to do it. As with the day before, Susan arrived shortly after I alerted her to come over. I watched as she backed into the bedroom, pulling Danny after her. They kissed, more passionate than yesterday, not as frantic. Susan was wearing a dress today. Danny backed her up against a wall, his kisses pinning her against it. He reached up under her dress and pulled her panties down her legs, tossing them onto the bed. He undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. Then lifting up one of Susan's legs he pushed his hard cock inside of her pussy, shoving upward again and again. Susan came quickly. As she climaxed Danny pulled out of her and spun her around and spread her legs apart. With her body still in convulsions he pressed his iron rod right up her ass. She screamed as he began to fuck her from behind with hard upward thrusts. Susan had her hands above her head, her palms pressed against the wall as my husband took her in the ass. "Oh fuck Susan, you're like a furnace in there. And you're so tight. Your ass feels like a preteen's pussy, gripping my cock so tight. I don't know if I can last very long in there." "Make me cum again, Danny," she begged. "Make me cum with you. Fuck my ass hard. Make me cum with you in my ass." "I'm cumming in your ass now my sweet bitch," Danny told her. "You always make me cum so hard baby. I've never fucked anyone like you before." Then he held her there while he emptied his cum deep inside her bowels, Susan crying out as her own orgasm swept through her. This just couldn't be happening. How could he do this to me? I wanted to be Susan right then. She was 20 years older than him. How could he want her like this and not me? OK, I admit it. I've cheated on him. But I've never enjoyed it, not like this, and him with my girlfriend. It just couldn't be true. He hasn't had sex in so long. He is just getting it all out of his system. It isn't Susan at all. She is just a piece of meat to him. It's like masturbating for him. She is nothing. He just used her, that's all. By the time I got out of there I had totally rationalized the whole thing away. When I got to Susan's later that day she was so apologetic. "I'm so sorry Amanda," she cried. I told her what I thought and she agreed, Danny just needed to get it out of his system. Now that he has done that he would be able to think rationally, to make right choices. "I want you to go there tomorrow," I told her. "Go one more time for me. I want to prove to you what I say is true. He would never cheat on me. We haven't been together sexually for so long his body just needed to get back to normal. He will think clearly now. He won't continue this." "Please Amanda," she begged, tears forming in her eyes. "Can't we stop now? What you say is true. He will send me away tomorrow. I'm sure of it. Let's stop this now." "No," I demanded. "Go to him again, just as before. Try to seduce him one more time. He will rebuff you, I know it." The next day I found myself watching my husband and my girlfriend stand at the end of our bed, slowly undressing each other. When they were completely nude he laid Susan back on the bed with her legs bent at the knees, feet still touching the floor. He slowly licked and sucked her until she called out as her orgasm swept through her as I had seen it happen time and again the past two days. He then leaned forward and pushed his hard cock up into her pussy. Ten minutes later they climaxed together, crying out both of them. Then Susan said it, "Oh Danny I love you so much." I froze as I listened to his response. "And I love fucking you too Susan," he said. "I love kissing you and sucking on your wonderful full breasts. I love making love to you, love making you climax, love filling you with my cum, day after day. I love it when your pussy grips my cock and squeezes it senseless. I love the feeling of my cum shooting up my shaft, of knowing that in a moment I could be creating a new life, creating a baby with you. Thank God you're past that stage of your life." What Danny didn't know was that she wasn't past that stage. Susan assured me after that first day that she was in the safe time of her period. They kissed some more then climbed up fully on the bed. I couldn't do anything but watch Susan ride my husband first forward and then reverse cowgirl as she fucked him two more times. Then the bastards fell asleep for an hour. When they woke up I had to stand there and watch as he fucked her again. They just laid there together in each other's arms for half an hour. It was Susan that spoke first. "Danny, do you love me?" He paused a moment and then responded, "I told her how much I love making love to you." "I know but I mean really love me," she explained her question. "Susan, please don't be mad," Danny said. "But I love my wife Amanda." "Then why are you fucking me?" she asked. "It's complicated," he replied. "Well, plus the fact that sex with you is the best that I have ever had in my life." I watched my best friend smile at my husband telling her she was the best fuck he had ever had. I hated Susan right then. Susan lowered her voice as if to keep me from hearing, but I could still understand her. "I am close to my daughter Ginger, very close. We have always shared everything. She has told me about things that have happened over the past three or four years. I know things, things about you and others, not just with Ginger either. Yes I know you have fucked my daughter. She told me the very next day and I kept it a secret all these years. But I know about lots of others too and you know what I mean. When you say I'm the best sex you have ever had, do you really mean it?" "Ginger has told you?" Danny whispered back. "Yes, about herself, and the other girls, about all three of your stepdaughters and their friends, about my friend Linda," Susan told him. "I even know about her new baby girl and her daughter's baby girl. I know who the father is Danny. I even know all about Tisha and her daughter. I know everything. So when you tell me I'm the best sex ever, do you really mean it? Or is that just bedside bullshit?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The answer to all my questions had just been given to me and Susan knew all along. She knew why Danny was depressed. When Tisha left she took her baby and Danny was the father. When Linda took her daughter Maryann and both of their new born girls they took Danny's girls. And he had made love to all of my daughters, all three of them. And he didn't stop there. He had been fucking everyone. How long had this been going on? Lucy, the youngest, was 15 now. When did he first fuck her. Was he fucking my daughters now, behind my back? "Yes Susan," Danny replied, "you are the best fuck I have ever had." "Better than Amanda?" she pressed. I didn't give Danny time to answer. "You son-of-a-bitch," I yelled as I opened up the closet, revealing myself. Both Danny and Susan turned towards me, their jaws dropped in astonishment. Though Susan knew I was there, she didn't know I would come out. "Susan, get the fuck out of my house," I yelled at her, "and don't ever come back." She grabbed her clothes and ran out of the bedroom. Danny started to get up but I suddenly had an idea. "Don't you fucking move you bastard," I told him. "You fucked our children?" I stood there in disbelief. Danny just shook his head yes. "You god-damned fucking bastard. I should have you sent to prison for the rest of your life," I continued. "And Susan is the best fuck you've ever had? How is that possible? How can you say that? Hell if you fucked all our girls, any of them would be a better fuck than Susan" I could tell Danny wanted to speak but was waiting for me to give him permission. "Say something you shit-faced son-of-a-bitch." "When I'm with someone, sexually I mean," Danny began to explain, "it doesn't seem to matter who it is, but at that time it feels to me that I would rather be with them than anyone else in the world. I give myself completely to that person and at that moment feel like they are the best that I have ever had or ever will have. Now it never is really true. I just think it is. So when I told Susan that she was the best, she was for me at that moment. I realize now, after she has gone, that it's not true, that it was just the emotion of that moment talking. Every person I have ever fucked has been the best I ever had at that moment." "Have you been fucking our girls the whole time we've been married?" I asked him. "I haven't touched them in nearly two years," Danny confessed, "though I have been getting a lot of pressure from Patty of late. And Donna has been trying to connect me up with some twin girlfriends of hers." "You're not going to stop are you?" I asked him. "You're going to keep cheating on me aren't you?" "I have been pretty good lately until Susan," he told me. As I was talking I realized I was also undressing. "Were you like this before we got married?" "No," he simply stated. "Then who did you fuck first?" I asked, "Other than me of course." He paused a moment before answering but finally said, "Natalie." "I knew it," I exclaimed. "I knew there was something off back then. But you were fucking me so good, I didn't press it." I finished undressing and got on the bed. "You've had time to recover. You're going to fuck me now, nice and slow. You're going to give me an orgasm like I haven't had in years. And while you're fucking me you are going to tell me every last detail about how you ended up fucking Natalie." Danny went through the whole story, about how Natalie wanted Danny to paint her in the nude and how she got more and more bold each day until he couldn't take it any longer. I got so caught up in the story that when he got to the point of telling how he took her from behind at the table in his studio, well I couldn't take it any longer. I had my first orgasm in years from my husband. It was as if I had been saving it up all this time and just exploded with emotion. I couldn't remember having an orgasm like it ever. It took me several minutes to come back down from my high. "OK, here's the deal," I said, laying out my plan. "I will keep your secret under the following conditions." "Anything," he interjected. "If we are home together, then we sleep together," I said. "No more sleeping down in the studio. And if we sleep together, we fuck together. No exceptions." Danny quickly agreed. "Each time we fuck you will tell me in detail about another one of your sexual encounters you have had over the years," I told him. "A story a night, like a thousand and one nights." "What?" Danny said, looking puzzled. He clearly didn't know the story reference. "Uh, yes of course. I'll tell you about every one of them." "I won't pretend to think that you can keep it in your pants when I'm not around," I continued. "So you will promise me this, if you fuck someone else, especially if it's our daughters, you will tell me, in detail, what you did, how you did it, everything about it. And you will tell it to me right away. No more hiding anything from me. Agreed?" "Yes, absolutely, agreed," he said. "Another thing," I added, "is that you will never fuck Susan again, ever, never, never never. Do you understand? Never!" "OK, I get it," he smiled. "I'll never fuck Susan again, ever." "Danny," I said. "Yes Amanda," he said smiling at me. "You're still hard," I pointed out the obvious. "That's because you are the best fuck I have ever had," he said. "You're god damned right I am," I laughed. "Right now it's time for another story," I stated, "and another fuck. Tell me about Donna." The end (until Danny's next encounter)