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(Note: I am not the author, I am only the decoder.

There are two separate stories called "Blackmailed Wife".  I am
reposting
both of them, as BM1 and BM2.

If you are the author of this piece, I would like to get your name
connected
to your work in our archives, so you get the credit you deserve in all
future
reposts.  Please email me.

The following story deals with strong and explicit sexual themes.  If
you're
not old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it.  Scram.)




                              BlkMldWf.zip - 6/17

                              The Blackmailed Wife
                                   Chapter 6

      "Mmmmm," Ann smiled, "This Martini is heavenly.  I'm glad you
talked me
into having one."

      The two girls were sitting at the Patio Lounge out by the pool. 
The cool
breeze blowing through the garden was refreshing after the hot, dusty
afternoon
in the Plaza de Toros.  Ann felt absolutely in heaven.  It had been a
perfect
day.  She was ravenously hungry, which was a good indication of the
elation she
felt.

      "Roberto mixes the best Martini this side of the border," Julia
said.

      "They're a bit stronger than Daiquiris, I must say," Ann said,
grimacing
in jest after a sip.  "I think I might get to like them, they make my
toes
tingle," she giggled.

      "Well, don't let them tingle too much just yet," Julia said
suddenly,
looking over behind Ann's shoulder.  "I think we may have a heavy date
for the
evening."

      Ann looked around at the two men who had just entered the lounge.
They
appeared to be in their late thirties or early forties and not too
bad-looking.

      "Julia, you don't mean you're going to pick them up?" Ann said,
shocked
at the thought.

      "Don't be silly, Ann," Julia chided.  "I know one of them.  We can
get
them to take us out to dinner and dancing.  You know we don't dare go
anywhere
in this town alone at night."

      "But we're both married women.  We can't do that!" she protested,
"what
if we see someone we know?"

      "Oh for heavens sakes, Ann, no one we know is down here," Julia
admonished.  "Pete's a nice guy I've known for years and the best
protection we
can have.  Remember, we're here to see the sights and we can't sitting
in this
dead hotel."

      Before Ann could protest further, Julia waved the two men over to
the
table.

      "Well, hello Doll, what are you doing here?" the ruddy-faced man
of about
forty bubbled to Julia.

      "Same as you, Pete, trying to relax for a weekend," Julia
answered,
smiling and extending her hand.  "Sit down and join us."

      "Sure thing, we'd love to," Pete said elated.  "I'd like you to
meet my
friend Carlos.  He handles my business here in Tijuana."

      "How do you do, Carlos," Julia said and introduced Ann to them.

      From a distance both had looked rather nice, but up closer, Ann
had her
doubts.  The one Julia called Pete, appeared a type likely to be in some
illegal business.  Carlos was too good looking, in fact, almost
perfectly so.
He wore heavy cologne that didn't seem quite masculine to Ann. 
Something about
him was not trustworthy though Ann couldn't spot it. She supposed if
Julia knew
them, it was all right.  Ann thought she'd probably been seeing too many
old
gangster movies on television lately.

      Carlos sat by Ann and his heavy cologne surrounded her --
obviously he
spoke little English which made her uneasy.

      "Hey there buddy," Pete said, thickly, "I think you've hit the
jackpot
tonight.  Where'd you come from honey?"

      "Don't mind Pete," Julia broke in, "he's always popping off.  You
be easy
on Ann, Pete, she's a lonely navy wife too, and it's hands off."

      "I was just being friendly," Pete feigned mock indignation.  "I
wouldn't
want to scare the little girl."

      "Don't worry," Ann said bravely, not wanting to embarrass Julia
with her
innocence, "I've been around a bit."

      Pete's remark irked her.  She was tired of being treated as a babe
in
arms.  She knew Julia was older and a great deal more experienced but
this
didn't justify what she was doing.  She could take care of herself.

      "Well, Carlos and I have been invited to a party tonight that is a
party
and no kids allowed.  Are you chicks game?"

      "Well, I'm for good, clean fun, but Ann likes to go to bed early,"
Julia
chided.

      Ann was infuriated at this.  The third martini had gone to her
head a
bit.  Julia was treating her like a three year old and she was sick of
it.

      "Why, I'd love to go," she said decisively.  "We're here for a
good time
aren't we?"

      Underneath, she felt perhaps she shouldn't have spoken so soon,
but it
was too late now.  She had committed herself and couldn't back down.

      "Okay, let's move it then, I'm hungry," Pete said.  "We're late
already."

      They had a delicious dinner at a lovely Spanish restaurant outside
Tijuana that served the most wonderful lobster Ann had ever tasted. 
More
Martinis had preceded dinner, and then two bottles of Chablis with the
meal
that was delightful.

      By the time the after-dinner coffee arrived with black Russians,
Ann was
feeling absolutely in heaven.  It gave her a wicked and worldly feeling
to be
out with another man -- even though it wasn't really a date. They were
friends
of Julia.  Maybe she would even write Dave about it, she mused, it might
make
him jealous and write more often.

      Pete turned out to be all right.  He was funny and kept them
laughing at
his off-color jokes.  Ann found herself blushing at some of them. She'd
never
heard such language in mixed company before, but laughed as hard as any
to be a
good sport.

      Carlos was nice also.  He danced divinely, though he held her a
little
tight and several times the slight pressure of his hand was where it
shouldn't
be -- but this just added to the wickedness.  She knew it couldn't go
farther
if she didn't let him get her into a compromising position.

      If Dave didn't think enough of her to return her daily reminders
of her
love, then perhaps she deserved an innocent diversion like this. Julia
had said
the boys had always had a good time when they were fighting a war and
not to
think that Dave was lying around, moping on the carrier when they went
into
Hong Kong or Manila.

      "Why, he's probably balling everything he can, like all the others
do,"
Julia had teased.

      Ann had scoffed at first, until the time began to grow between his
writing, and she happened to remember his trips across the border before
they
were married.  If he could be unfaithful while they were engaged, why
not while
they were married?

      The suspicion had begun during the last several weeks.  Well, she
would
have herself a time this weekend and worry about it again Monday morning
back
in San Diego.

      "You girls are really going to get a treat tonight," Pete was
saying as
she returned to the conversation, "we're taking you out to the circus."

      "To the circus!" Ann blurted in surprise.  "Don't tell me they
keep them
open this late?"

      The men burst into laughter and she blushed as she realized she
had
committed some kind of "faux pas" but didn't have an idea what it was.
Julia
looked amused but didn't laugh with them.  "You boys leave Ann alone, I
told
you she was innocent and I don't think it's fair for you to make fun of
her."

      "Haven't you ever seen a strip show, honey?" Pete asked, laughing
under
his breath.

      "Why, of course I have," Ann answered defensively.  She remembered
seeing
one with Dave in Los Angeles before they were married but had thought
them
disgusting.  "I enjoy a good one," she lied to make up for her prior
error.

      "Good girl," Pete said.  "We wouldn't want to sit through one of
those
things without some good female company.  Would we Carlos?"

      Carlos nodded in agreement, and after the men paid the bill, they
left
and headed back to the city.

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