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

There are two separate stories titled "Blackmailed Wife".  I will be
posting
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.)




WARNING:
     This story is fiction and should be treated as such.
     The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you're not an adult or reading descriptive sex stories upsets you,
don't
read any further.


                              The Blackmailed Wife
                                   Chapter 1

      The brilliant California morning sun streamed in through the large
open
window.  A slight, cooling breeze was blowing outside, rustling the rose
bush
that sprouted up over the hill.  Its leaves cast small, dancing shadows
against
the far wall of the room.

      Ann Morrow turned on the bed, squinting and shielding her eyes
from the
brightness that played over her face.  Her long, satiny blonde hair
cascaded
over the pillow, forming a soft cushion for her head that lay heavily
back
against it.  A thin sheet shielded her body from the breeze that blew
gently in
from the open window.

      She had the body of a lush young Venus which an invisible observer
hovering over the bed, could have traced in detail through the clinging
sheet.
It barely hid the high-set, round, widely spaced breasts whose
rose-tipped
nipples clearly showed through the thin fabric.  The sheet tapered down
over a
slender, girlish waist to round, luscious hips, a flat, smooth stomach
and long
full-swelling thighs; breath-taking curved calves tapered down to thin,
well
formed ankles.  It was a body that would attract admiring attention from
the
most discriminating men -- and envy from women.

      The honey-blonde hair on the pillow framed a heart-shaped face
that would
cause any male to turn his head when she passed.  Her hazel eyes were
set
slightly apart, she had a dainty, almost classical Greek nose, a full
ripe
mouth with the lower lip protruding slightly in an almost perpetual
little-girl
pout, a round dimpled chin, and a soft slightly tanned ivory complexion.

      But her eyes were perceptibly puffed around the lids and tiny
lines had
begun to thread out from the outer corners reaching toward the temples. 
The
thick, pancake makeup, to cover these tell-tale signs of premature wear,
was
smeared and had rubbed off on the pillow during the night.  Her hazel
eyes
blinked painfully at the sunlight.  She had a bad hangover.

      A bell was ringing in the distance, reverberating down the hallway
from
the living room.  It had awakened her, but in her heavy stupor, it
seemed to be
a great distance away and not part of reality at all. Suddenly she
realized it
was the doorbell and after several moments of waiting and hoping whoever
it was
would go away, she resignedly arose, threw on a robe carelessly,
forgetting to
tie the belt, and walked down the hallway to open the door.

      "Express telegram for you, Mrs. Morrow," a smiling Western Union
boy
said, with a slight smirk at her condition.

      His eyes blatantly traced the contour of her throat down to the
cleavage
between her full breasts under the thin negligee.

      Ann drew her robe around her tighter, grabbed the envelope, and
closed
the door abruptly without a word or even tipping the boy.  But the bell
immediately began to ring again.

      Oh, damn, she thought, I forgot to sign for it!  She opened the
door
again and the boy arrogantly pushed his book at her.  He held out his
pencil
and when Ann reached for it, flicked it slightly with his thumb so that
it
flipped down the front of her robe and lodged between her breasts.

      "Get it for ya, Mrs. Morrow," he said cockily.

      "You get out of her, you little beast!" she scolded, "or I'm going
to
report you to your company!"  She slammed the door shut, not bothering
to
return the pencil, which had fallen to the floor.

      Ann slumped down on the couch and held her head in her hands.  My
God,
she thought, have I gone so far down that a delivery boy doesn't even
respect
me in my own home?  Recently the remarks and looks she got were not just
innocent flirtations, they were outright lewd offers to go to bed.  She
had
been almost manhandled in the street several times in the last week. 
Had she
really come to look that easy?  Too much was being demanded of her and
she had
vowed she was going to see Julia and put a stop to it.

      She suddenly remembered the cable she had wadded up in her hand. 
She
opened it and read it slowly.

      "War's over for me darling I'll be home in ten days -- can't wait
to get
at my neglected wife!

      Love, Dave"

      Ann's eyes were welling with tears.  This was what she had been
waiting
and praying for, so long.  He had been gone over a year now, flying in
Vietnam
and each day had been a new dread that she would receive notice from the
Department of the Navy that he was a casualty.  She had not even been
able to
read the newspapers because there was always news about the number of
planes
shot down.

      "Oh, thank God, he's safe and coming home!" she kept mumbling over
and
over to herself between sobs, "thank God!"

      This would end all of her problems.  She would be free of Julia
and could
become her old self again.  She knew she could never recover the
self-respect
she had lost but she would be a good wife to Dave and they could have
their
children now as they had planned before he left.  She would try so hard,
she
would love him almost to death.  He would like that -- he wrote about it
all
the time in his letter what their life would be like when his tour of
duty was
over and he was out of the Navy.  Now it was all coming true, Julia had
promised to return those awful pictures of her as soon as she knew Dave
was
coming home.  This would release her hold on her and she would be free.

      She felt like calling Julia right this minute and telling her but
it was
only nine o'clock in the morning and she knew Julia would be angry with
her for
waking her.  Ann hummed all the way through her shower, and stood nude
in front
of the mirror to admire her voluptuous body.  She placed her palms under
her
full, well rounded breasts and lifted them slightly until they stood out
in
full bloom.  She held the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers,
tweaking
them gently into erection.  It was exciting to know that soon Dave would
possess these again and that his love would wash from her the
degradations she
had been forced to submit to in the last few months.  The very thought
of
Dave's love excited her and her hands moved down from her breasts to her
smooth
stomach, through the soft golden down at the vee and across her full,
well
rounded thighs.

      She felt like a kitten, rubbing herself this way and she could
notice in
the mirror that some color had returned to her cheeks already.  She knew
it
would be good for her to get Dave back.  If just the thought of him
coming home
did this to her, his real arrival should be absolute heaven.

      She shuddered from the movements of her hands across her body and
forced
herself suddenly to stop the warm stroking.  I must save all my feelings
for
Dave now, she thought happily to herself.

      She toweled herself dry and went to the closet to choose her dress
for
the day.  After rummaging through several, she chose one of the new
orange
color.  It was the latest mini-thing and she had just bought it only a
few days
before.  It made no pretense of hiding her charms and she almost thought
it too
daring, but she remembered that Dave had always told her not to be
ashamed of
the gifts that God had given her.

      "Just don't show too much of it to these lechers around here while
I'm
gone," he had added jokingly, "they'll eat you alive in this Navy town."

      She had intended to save it for his first day home but felt so gay
today
that she convinced herself it needed breaking in.  She left off most of
the
make-up she had been resorting to lately to hide the results of her late
evening dissipations with Julia and her crowd.  It seemed that just the
news of
Dave's coming had taken away the puffiness from her eyes, her facial
lines had
softened -- and her youthful freshness had returned.

      Later, on her way to the market, she noticed the looks she was
getting.
They had changed to reverent admiration.  She could always tell when a
man felt
something was unattainable.  The spring in her walk helped, they knew
when a
woman was confident of herself, and they could tell when she belonged to
someone else.

      "Good morning, Mrs. Morrow," Pete, the grocer said beaming.  "My,
don't
we look pretty and fresh today."

      "Thank you Pete," Ann blushed slightly.  It had been a long time
since he
had complimented her.

      "It's a mighty fine day," he said, "and maybe a little tiny bit of
special too," he added with a twinkle.  "Seems I detect a little rainbow
curving over your head."

      "Seems you're right, Pete," she answered.  "You seem to read me,
pardon
the old expression, like a book.  Are you psychic by any chance?"

      "Naw, nuthin' like that, Mrs. Morrow, just been in this Navy town
a long
time and can spot your disease a mile away.  A look like that can only
mean two
things, either HCH or PFT."

      "HCH or PFT!  What on earth can those be?" Ann laughed.

      "Hubby comin' home, or pregnant first time," Pete quipped
philosophically, "and I know yours can't be PFT, Dave's been away too
long."

      "Why you're marvelous, Pete!" Ann clapped her hands together in
surprised
amusement.  "I just received his cable this morning.  He'll be here in
ten more
days.  I just can't believe it," she said excitedly, glad to have
someone else
share in her happiness.

      "I'm glad Mrs. Morrow!  He's a mighty fine boy!  I don't think
I've ever
seen two people so happy together as you two were before he left.  My
wife used
to say she had never seen two people so made for each other. She'll be
happy to
hear he's made it through.  I sometimes think she worries as much as the
wives
do."

                                  *    *    *

      "What's all this laughin' I hear out here?"  A small, round-faced
Irish
woman of about fifty-five was coming out of the back of the store.

      "Hello, Mrs. Leary," Ann said shyly.  She had been trying to avoid
Mrs.
Leary who could sometimes be too blunt.  Ann could sense she knew
something was
wrong.

      "Well, hello, Ann," Mrs. Leary said.  "We haven't seen you for
awhile.
Where have you been, child?"

      "Well," Ann stuttered, not knowing really what excuse to use, "I
-- I
haven't been feeling too well."

      "Poppycock," the old woman snorted, "you've been drinking too much
of
that rotten whiskey.  That's what's wrong.  I've seen it happen a
thousand
times in this town.  Husband goes away to sea and the wife gets to
frettin'
about his not coming home and the next thing you know -- she's on the
bottle.
Happens to all the women."

      "Now, Mary, you just stop that," Pete cut in.  "Let the poor girl
alone!"

      "You don't tell me to shut up, Peter Leary," the old woman snapped
at
him.  "I ain't sayin' anything Ann don't know -- she's like a daughter
to me
they all are here -- besides, I heard you say Dave was comin' home --
she'll be
alright now."

      Mrs. Leary came over and put her arm warmly around Ann, who seemed
on the
verge of tears.

      "Don't you take what I'm sayin' to heart, child.  It's just the
truth and
what I mean is, don't feel bad about it now.  It happens to all of us --
Lord,
I know! -- Pete was in the Navy for thirty years before we opened this
store.
He would have stayed in forty if I hadn't made him leave.  I was
downright
alcoholic when he was away but when he came home, everything was fine. 
It's
those that don't snap out of it and feel guilty when their man comes
home that
I worry about.  The way you look today tells me you'll make it.  Don't
be
ashamed of a few drinks you had when he was gone, honey, that's what it
takes
sometimes to keep a woman whose worryin' about her man from becoming a
bloomin'
maniac."

      "Thank you, Mrs. Leary," was all Ann could say.  "I guess you know
what
I've been through."

      "Of course I do, honey!" the old woman said softly.  "When your
man gets
home just act like nothing happened and take up just where you left
off."

      Ann pondered these thoughts on the way home and decided Mrs. Leary
was
right.  Ann hadn't changed in her love for Dave and she was still the
same
person but it wasn't as simple as Mr. Leary thought -- not just a case
of
giving up drinking.  It was breaking with Julia and her crowd.  She
would call
as soon as she got home and tell her about Dave's coming home and make
her keep
her promise to give Ann those pictures to destroy.

      It had all seemed so simple this morning.  Julia had promised
faithfully
she would give Ann the pictures if Ann helped her while Dave was gone. 
But,
then, Julia had promised before, and had always had some excuse to delay
it.
But this time she simply had to give them back.  Ann vowed she would
make her
live up to her promise this time -- she had to... she just had to...

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