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                              BlkMldWf.zip - 9/17

                              The Blackmailed Wife
                                   Chapter 9

      Ann's eyes were still on the stage her breath coming in gasps as
the
curtain closed.  She had never been so excited, sexually by anything and
it
frightened her.  To actually see a beautiful young girl subjugated by an
animal
was far beyond the scope of her imagination -- and for the girl to enjoy
it the
way she did with the St. Bernard was beyond anyone's imagination.  Ann
was a
nervous wreck when Ramon announced that the lights would be turned on in
three
minutes.  There was a bustle of clothing being straightened and she
guiltily
pulled down her own dress under which Carlos' hand had been probing into
her
moments before.  She felt the wet between her thighs as she lifted
herself
slightly off the seat and smoothed her dress beneath her buttocks.

      She saw, out of the corner of her eye, Julia reluctantly forcing
Pete's
hand out of the front of her panties and pulling her dress down as the
lights
Licked on.  Ann was crimson at having to face all these people after the
lewd
exhibition on stage, but there was nothing she could do but look as
nonchalant
as possible under the circumstances.

      "Boy," Pete said, wiping his perspiring forehead with a
handkerchief.
"That was some hot little bitch up there.  Did you see the way she gave
that
hound a ride?  Bet he'll never be happy with another she St. Bernard
again."

      Julia and Carlos laughed at the joke and Ann forced a smile.  He
knew she
had been on the verge of losing control of herself and for this reason,
she
could not look at him.  She had never felt so humiliated and ashamed in
her
life and could not understand how Julia could sit here so calmly after
letting
Pete do the things he did to her while the lights were down.  She just
did not
understand it and a sudden wave of revulsion came over her when she
remembered
her own behavior and how she had allowed Carlos to take so many
liberties with
her own body.

      God, what had come over them?  They were both married women and
had
husbands away at sea and here they had acted like two whores picked up
on the
street -- which is just what had happened!  They had been picked up!

      "Well, let's have a drink everyone," Pete said, wiping his flushed
face
with a handkerchief.  "I need it after that exhibition of bedroom
gymnastics.
Come on, I've arranged a private room for us to cool off in; then we can
continue where we left off, eh baby?"  He patted Julia playfully on the
buttocks as she rose from the couch.  Ann was shocked and the sudden
impact of
what he was suggesting caught her unaware.  She refused to move when the
others
got up.

      "Well come on, Ann," Julia smiled down at her.  "I think you need
a drink
too."  She directed a knowing smile at Carlos who had also risen and was
waiting with the others.

      "I-I'm not going.  I want to go home now," she stammered, looking
at the
floor.  Tears of humiliation were forming in the corners of her downcast
eyes.

      "Oh, for God's sake, baby, don't keep giving us that innocent
act," Pete
blurted suddenly.  "I saw you rubbing against that seat like you had a
short
fuse under you, who do you think you're kidding?"

      Ann gasped at the realization that Pete had been watching her
shameless
submission to Carlos' probing hand.  She dropped her head into her hands
sobbing, unable to believe it.  They were watching her all the time!

      "Pete," Julia admonished, "leave the poor girl alone.  I'll handle
this.
She's my guest down here."

      "Well, hell, who does she think she is, Miss Untouchable?"

      "Now you be quiet.  Ann, darling, let's go freshen up, shall we?
We'll
meet you gentlemen in the room for a drink in a couple of minutes."

      "Well make it fast, baby, I'm hot as a firecracker,"  Pete cracked
as he
and Carlos headed toward the stairway.  Julia took Ann's hand, and
pulled her
gently from the couch, leading her out of the room and down the hall to
the
ladies room.  Her arm was draped sympathetically over Ann's shoulder
consoling
the sobbing girl.  Other couples eyed them curiously on their way
upstairs to
the various bedrooms.

      In the bathroom, she took a cold wash cloth and pressed it
tenderly to
Ann's forehead.

      "There dear, does that feel better?"

      "Oh yes, it does, Julia," Ann groaned in self pity.  "I -- I feel
like
such a fool for behaving this way but I just can't take much more of
this. I
love Dave so much and I just can't do anything that might make me sorry
for the
rest of my life.  I just can't."

      "There, now.  No one's asking you to do anything you don't want
to. I
just can't understand why such a lovely girl wouldn't like to enjoy
herself a
little on the side.  After all, no one would ever know."

      "I don't care.  I would know and that would be enough," Ann
protested. "I
could never face my husband again if I went any farther. I've done
enough as it
is."

      "Ann darling, this is the twentieth century you know and women do
have
some rights.  Must I remind you that Dave -- like all the other pilots
-- has
probably got his own little girl tucked away in an apartment in Hong
Kong and
may be shacked up with her right this minute.  I know that no-good
husband of
mine has and I don't intend to let him get away with it. I'm going to
get my
kicks too."

      "Julia!" Ann suddenly rebuked her, anger in her voice.  "You don't
mean
you're going to bed with that horrible man!"

      "Of course I am, dear.  What's sauce for the goose is sauce for
the
gander.  Remember that."

      "Well, you can do what you want, but I'm not going to let anyone
touch
me.  It's not right and you should be ashamed thinking about such a
thing.  I
want to go home right now."

      "Now, now, Ann darling.  Don't give up your precious morals for my
sake.
You can sit quietly with Carlos and have a nice drink while Pete and I
go play
naked games.  The way I feel now, it won't take too long."

      "But you can't leave me alone with Carlos," Ann wailed.  "He might
try to
do something horrible to me."

      "What's horrible?" contempt in her voice.  "Who are you afraid of
Ann --
Carlos or yourself?"

      "That's not funny," Ann defended, straightening to reassert her
composure.  "I can take care of myself."

      "All right then show me," Julia chided.  "You're a big girl now.
Momma
can't watch over you all the time."

      Julia started toward the door, leaving Ann still standing in front
of the
mirror.  She hesitated for a moment, and then followed, angry now. Julia
was
back on the kid routine and Ann had had enough of it.  She was a grown
woman
and could take care of herself.  She didn't need a nurse maid.

      Her courage wavered as she followed Julia upstairs to a door at
the end
of a long corridor.  Ann knew she shouldn't go in and flushed again at
the
thought of having to face Carlos after the things she let him do in the
darkness downstairs.  But it was too late now, Julia had opened the door
and
entered and Ann couldn't just stand here in the corridor like a fool.

      "Well, little Miss Virtue has decided to have a drink with us
after all,
huh?  I figured she'd have run with her tail between her legs by now." 
Pete
chuckled as Ann followed Julia into the room.  A lewd, half-drunken
smile
covered the better part of his ruddy, heavy-jowled face. "Has she given
the
royal consent to play 'pussy' with your friend Carlos here, too?" he
continued,
laughing at his own obscene cleverness.

      Ann gave him a cold stare in answer and sat stiffly on a chair in
the
corner of the room, ignoring the empty seat on the couch by Carlos.  Her
eyes
assessed the furnishings apprehensively.  It certainly was designed for
an
orgy.  There was an over-sized double bed against one wall and two
couches with
matching chairs scattered about.  A small dressing table with a large
gold-framed mirror over it intimated it was a bedroom.  Ann nodded a
reluctant
thanks when Carlos put a tall Scotch in her hands.  She appreciated that
he was
being a gentleman about the whole thing and not acting like a complete
idiot as
Pete was doing.  One would never have known by Carlos' demeanor that he
had
been touching her so intimately a few short minutes ago.  Ann closed her
thighs
in automatic reaction to the thought as it flickered through her mind
momentarily.  A deep sense of shame still pervaded her entire being and
she had
no desire to defend herself against Pete's remarks.  She just hoped he
and
Julia and had their little fun and returned quickly so she could get out
of
this evil place back to her own world that she could understand.

      Pete poured himself another quickly and handed one to Julia whose
eyes
were shining in expectation.  Ann had never seen her this way before. It
must
be the combination of the exhibition (that Ann had to admit left warm
tingles
in her body), and the hashish cigarettes earlier.  They still hadn't
worn off
and Ann's mind still felt a fuzzy and her body sensitive even to the
touch of
the chair when she sat down.

      "Come on, sweety," Pete said, reaching over and patting Julia's
thigh,
"bring that drink along and let's go play games.  My pecker's so hard
it's
gonna break off in a minute."

      "Pete, you don't have to be so crude.  After all, we do have a
guest,"
Julia admonished him, watching Ann's face crimsoned under her needling. 
"I'm
tempted to take both of you on.  Carlos looks like an excellent lover. 
That
would solve all our problems."

      Carlos remained silent under the compliment, but it was apparent
he was
pleased with the reference to his masculinity.

      "Baby, you won't be able to take on a tom cat when I'm finished
with
you," Pete laughed.  "Now come on that big bed's waiting."

      He rose and took Julia's hand, pulling her to her feet.

      "I wish you a lot of luck, Carlos my friend, I think she might be
a hot
little piece once she gets going.  I'll leave these and you two can see
what
you're missing."

      Pete pulled an envelope from his inside coat pocket and opened it,
drawing out a stack of black and white photographs.  He shoved them
brusquely
under Ann's face and when she refused to take them, let them fall to her
lap.
She caught a glimpse of the top one and almost dropped her drink.  It
was
woman's face; her mouth in a strained circle around a man's hardened
penis. Ann
froze as Pete laughed aloud at her shocked reaction and led Julia
through the
door into the adjoining bedroom.

      "Have fun, kids.  Them dirty pictures oughta loosen her up
Carlos." Pete
laughed as he closed the door behind them, his hand already loosening
his tie,
a lewd, expectant smile on his face.

      Ann and Carlos sat in silence for a moment.  She gazed straight
ahead
afraid the sight of the obscene photographs lying on her lap might
nauseate her
and force her to run for the bathroom.  She took a big swallow of the
drink,
feeling her composure returning as the warm liquid hit her stomach.  She
still
had not looked Carlos in the eye since she had entered the room but the
drink
gave her a little more courage.

      "Carlos, please don't think I have anything against you.  It's
just that
I'm a happily married woman and wouldn't think of doing anything like
this with
anyone other than my husband."

      "I understand, Ann.  Don't pay any attention to Pete.  He is just
a loud
Gringo who doesn't know when he should keep quiet," Carlos answered,
understandingly.

      "I-I apologize for letting myself get out of hand downstairs. 
That's the
first time any other man has ever touched me.  I-I don't know what
happened."

      "That was pretty exciting, down there.  It would be difficult not
to be
affected by it.  Besides," he joked, "it shows you are human in spite of
what
Pete says."

      Ann laughed in spite of her guilt.  It was nice talking to Carlos.
He
seemed to understand her more than the others and she began to relax for
the
first time since they entered this place.  Carlos was so pleasant, he
seemed
almost like a brother rather than someone she had to fear.  He fixed
them more
drinks and returned to his seat on the couch, making no move toward
her.  This
increased her confidence in him and her fears diminished.  They talked
at
random for a few minutes and then Carlos excused himself for a moment to
make a
phone call.  As soon as he closed the door, Ann's curiosity got the
better of
her.  She had never seen two people making love before and her hand went
to the
pictures still lying in a heap on her lap.

      She studied the one of the woman sucking the man's penis
carefully. She
had heard of women who did this and when she had been in high school she
had
heard some of the other girls joking in the toilet about it but she had
never
expected to see anyone doing it.  The woman's mouth was stretched so
wide she
wondered how she kept from choking on the enormous shaft.  It was huge,
and her
lips were locked on it as though they would never let go.  A ripple of
sensation coursed through her as she pondered its size.  It was much
bigger
than Dave's and she clasped her legs tighter together as she wondered
what it
would be like to have something that big shoved between her thighs.  She
flipped guiltily to the next one and gasped as it proved to be just the
opposite.  The same woman was sitting on a couch with her feet flat on
the
floor and her legs spread wide apart. A man was kneeling between her
thighs and
Ann could see clearly his tongue curling into the spread lips of her
open
vagina.  Her mouth gaped at the obscene sight.  She had also heard about
men
doing this to women but never thought the sight of such a depraved act
could
excite her against her will as this photograph was doing.  She could
feel a
slight moistness again between her tightly pressed thighs.  She reached
for her
drink on the table by the chair and took a long sip of it.  It burned
going
down and she could feel her hand holding the pictures begin to shake as
the
emotions reflecting on the girl's face in the picture transmitted
themselves to
her own body.

      She jumped as Carlos entered the room unexpectedly.  She did not
hear him
coming and her face flushed again.  It was too late to hide the fact she
had
been looking at the pictures and she could see the amused expression on
his
face as he looked at her.

      "Caught with a hand in the cookie jar, eh?" he laughed
good-naturedly.

      "Well," Ann's lips curved into a pout.  "I was curious.  Anyone
would be
that has never seen things like this before."

      "Yes, I think you are right," he agreed, filling both their
glasses
again.  "Even I enjoy sometimes, it's good way to learn."

      "You don't mean you do the things these people are doing, do you
Carlos?"
Ann asked incredulously.

      "Who can tell, Ann.  Even you be surprised some times at some
things you
do in passion.  It's a very -- how you say? -- strong thing."

      "Well, I don't think I would.  It's like an animal, some of the
things
they're doing."

      "What things," Carlos asked unexpectedly, a slight smile crossing
his
lips.

      "Well-ah-ah," Ann stuttered for a moment and suddenly burst into
laughter
when she saw the amused look on Carlos's face.  "Why, you -- you did
that on
purpose.  You can just look at them yourself.  I'm not going to sit here
and
explain the details."

      Carlos picked up his drink and moved to the arm of Ann's chair,
resting
one arm lightly across the back.

      "Alright brave girl, let's see these things you talk about."

      Ann's courage faded with Carlos sitting so close to her.  She took
another swallow of the Scotch to bolster her strength.

      "This one for example," she blurted, "how could any
self-respecting woman
make love to a man like that.  I think it's disgusting."

      "Your husband is a young man is he not?" Carlos questioned.

      "Why, yes, he is, but what brought that on?  Dave is very good at
making
love and he doesn't have to resort to these horrible things to make me
happy."

      "Yes but do you make him happy?" Carlos answered.  "Making love is
two
people, not one."

      "Of course, I do.  I'm not frigid.  I like it too."

      "Yes," Carlos reminded softly, "I know you do.  I've felt you,
remember?"

      "Yes, I know you have," Ann answered slowly, reflecting on what
took
place on the couch downstairs a few minutes ago.  "But please don't
remind me
of that Carlos.  I want to forget it ever happened, if I can."

      "But not something you think to forget," Carlos objected softly. 
"It was
thing you needed, Ann.  I could feel when I touched you.  That's why I
not stop
when put hand on mine to hold back."

      "Carlos," Ann said.  "Please don't.  I know, I know I may have
felt like
it.  But that gives me no right to go around acting like a common street
walker.  I do have my husband to think about."

      "Of course," he agreed.  "But perhaps it better if you learn a few
things.  Someone may take him away..."

      "You mean like this," Ann said grimly, holding up the picture of
the
woman sucking the enormous cock.

      "Well, I think she make this man very happy."

      Ann was becoming confused again.  She knew she shouldn't have had
that
last drink.  She felt she was right and shouldn't even be discussing
these
obscene things but the correct arguments weren't coming to mince She
blinked,
heavily, trying to clear her vision that had blurred slightly. Thoughts
from
the first days of her marriage flickered hazily through her mind.  She
did
remember Dave putting gentle pressure on her head several times trying
to push
her down his body, but she had not responded.  She had not even been
aware of
what he had wanted.  He had done it so subtly. Was this why the letters
weren't
coming now?  Did he have someone else over there who would do these
awful
things for him?  He had always seemed happy with her, at least
outwardly, but
she did have to admit that she was a prude in certain respects.  Did it
take
these things to hold a man?

      Another time fluttered into her mind when Dave had trailed his
kisses
down her body to the soft flesh of her stomach and kneeling between her
open
thighs had begun planting moist kisses on the soft flesh and hair
surrounding
her vagina.  She had almost screamed for him to stop and sobbed that it
was
evil and had pulled him up over her again.  He had taken her in the
normal way
but without the fire he had had before and she had wondered why.  Was
this it?
Was it because she didn't really know what a man wanted or what sex
really was?
Was it really the animal thing she had seen on the stage downstairs? 
She had
never -- in the year of her marriage to Dave -- experienced it like the
girl
with the dog nor had she ever been worked up to the peak that Carlos's
hand
brought her to -- perhaps she was frigid and Dave's almost casual
attitude in
making love to her was the result of this.  Had she been kidding herself
--
what should it be like when two people make love?  The thought raced
through
her mind -- what should it be like what should it be like?  Carlos put
her
glass into her hand and she drank deeply again.  She felt the lewd
stirrings
that had churned her body to such a fever pitch on the couch downstairs,
return.

      "I can teach about love, Ann," Carlos said softly, dropping his
hand
slightly from the back of the chair to her bare shoulder.

      "No, I don't need it," Ann said, squirming away from the brushing
fingers.  "I've told you I can't and I won't.  It -- it's just not
right."

      She could feel the moisture begin again between her tightly
pressed
thighs and she involuntarily moved her buttocks against the seat to
quiet the
lascivious tingle.

      "Look on this girl's face," Carlos said, pulling another picture
from the
packet.  "She's enjoy it.  Don't you think?"

      "Yes, yes she is," Ann breathed, as her eyes locked on the
photograph of
a girl on a bed with her legs wide apart and a man between them, his
enormous
cock sunk all the way between her up-lifted legs.  The camera angle
showed
clearly his white thick member disappearing into the soft, hair-fringed
folds
of her vagina.  It was almost to the hilt; only a tiny stretch of it was
left
showing, wet and glistening.  The girl's face was contorted into the
most
depraved picture of ecstasy Ann had ever seen.

      God, how she must feel, she thought.  And I've never felt that
way.

      Ann had never seen a picture of two people making love before and
it
looked so strange -- almost crab-like with two long tentacles of the
girl's
legs waving wide apart in the air above them -- she wondered if this was
the
way she and Dave looked -- and the thought caused her to squirm slightly
and
press her thighs together to hold down the fire mounting against her
will deep
in her loins.

      Carlos had dropped his hand to her shoulder again but she hardly
noticed
it as she concentrated on the lewd position of the couple in the
photograph.
The now-familiar aching hunger inside her was beginning to grow and
spread from
her stomach upwards to the nipples of her hardening breasts.  She
shuddered as
Carlos's fingers teased down again toward the vee of her dress and
sliding
beneath her bra, cupped her bare left globule and massaged it gently
into
greater hardness -- she could feel her breath coming in short, labored
gasps
now and she twisted against the seat again and again attempting to
extinguish
the fire that was again growing mercilessly between her legs.

      Carlos shuffled the photographs one after another teasingly before
her
face with his free hand, describing in lewd, lust-inciting terms, the
actions
each of she couples were performing.  His lips had dropped to her ear
and he
was whispering moist entreaties into it -- using words she had not heard
since
she was a school girl, but now suddenly strangely exciting.  Ann pressed
her
thighs tightly together in one last determined effort to overcome the
temptation building within her.  In her passion-and alcohol-distorted
mind, she
knew she had to go right this minute or she would not have the strength
to
fight off again the lust that was tugging at the very core of her
quivering
belly.

      "Carlos!" she whispered almost hysterically, pulling his hand from
inside
her dress.  "Where is Julia?  We must go, we must... right now!" she
pleaded.
"I can't stand it, please -- please help me!"

      "We should not interrupt," Carlos answered.  "They be very angry."

      "I don't care?  I don't care, we're going to leave.  I can't stay
in this
awful place another minute!" she quavered, tears suddenly filling her
eyes.

      "We can look what they do," he said slowly, letting the thought
sink into
Ann's tortured mind.

      "You-you mean watch them," Ann gasped.  "Wh-what if they're still
doing
something."

      "They not know," he laughed softly.  "Besides, you learn, maybe
and hurt
nothing."

      Ann's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion.  It was different
looking
at pictures but actually seeing two people tangled in intercourse was
another
thing.  Even the exhibition downstairs had been different -- more
obscene --
but different.  This would be like peeking in a window into the privacy
of a
home.  In spite of her revulsion to the idea she felt her curiosity
rising.
That did it look like?  Was it as she imagined it would look?

      Carlos gave her time for no further thought.  He placed the stack
of
photos on the table by the chair and taking Ann's hand, pulled her after
him.

      "We're not going in that room, Carlos!  We can't."

      "No, we watch here in special way," he said, his eyes twinkling
mischievously as he led her to the dressing table.  "Just here before
mirror. I
turn out light.  Better take big drink too, before see what amiga Julia
really
like."

      Ann lifted her glass in obedience and took a few swallows.  She
needed
courage now, her heart was beating like a runaway express in almost
terrified
anticipation.  Her will to flee faded and she stared at her image in the
mirror
seeing a girl with a puzzled, yet frightening look staring back.  A
shudder of
alarm flickered momentarily through in thoughts but animal curiosity
glued her
feet to the floor as the lights suddenly went out and she was left in
darkness.


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