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

There are two seperate stories titled "Blackmailed Wife".  I will be
posting
them both as BM1 and BM2.

The name of the author has become detached from this work.  If you are
the
author, please email me, and I will see you get credit for your work in
all future repostings from this archive.


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 - 2/17

                              The Blackmailed Wife
                                   Chapter 2

      Ann listened dejectedly to the ringing on the other end of the
line. It
had been ringing for about ten minutes this time.  It was the fifth time
she
had tried to call since arriving home four or five hours ago.  It was
nearly
dark outside and Julia still didn't answer.  The longer she waited, the
more
worried Ann became.

      She went to the kitchen cabinet and reluctantly got down a
three-quarter
full bottle of Scotch.  She had promised herself this morning that there
would
be no more of this -- but she was so nervous now from the waiting that
she just
had to have something to soothe her frayed nerves. She poured half a
glass, put
the bottle back up in the shelf and returned to the living room.

      Though it was now dark outside, she didn't bother to turn on the
light.
The streetlight in front of the house gave her enough light to move
around in
without falling over the furniture.  Somehow, she didn't feel like
facing the
brightness just this moment.  She had to come to an understanding with
Julia on
the phone before she wanted to see anything again.  She picked up the
phone by
the couch and dialed again -- she had done this so often, she could do
it in
the dark without a mistake.  She let it ring for what seemed an almost
eternity
-- no answer.

      Damn it, she muttered under her breath as she took a long drink
from the
straight Scotch in her glass and felt the soothing warm liquid hit
bottom.  She
had eaten nothing all day and the impact was immediate.

      The warmth crept through her body, causing a slight tingling
sensation to
ripple across her skin -- she raised the glass again and finished it. 
It felt
good -- she could see the smoke in the dim light from her cigarette
curling
slowly up to the ceiling -- it was funny to watch -- almost seemed to
have a
purpose -- it knew where it was going for a moment -- up -- and then it
seemed
to waver and diffuse into funny little wisps in all directions --
finally
disappearing into nothingness.  She giggled from the alcohol.  I might
just
disappear into nothingness, she thought.

      She returned to the kitchen and filled her glass again.  And after
reaching up to put the bottle back she changed her mind, carried it with
her
back to the living room and placed it on the coffee table in front of
her.

      She started to call Julia again but decided against it for awhile.
It had
only been a few minutes since the last attempt.  She drained another
glass of
Scotch instead and then leaned back on the couch, lighting another
cigarette.
The alcohol had a soothing effect on her.

      It was rather warm and she opened the housecoat she was wearing to
expose
her body to the slight breeze that came in through the open window. She
could
see its contours stretching down in front of her.  It was beautiful, she
had to
admit.  The rounded peaks of her firm breasts stood up defiantly and she
could
look through the canyon between them down to the soft golden triangle
that
proved she was really a natural blonde.  She was proud of it -- and yet,
she
mused, it was the reason for all of her troubles now.  If she had just
been a
plain-Jane none of the sordid things that had been forced on her in the
last
few months would ever have occurred.  On the other hand, she probably
would
never have gotten Dave either -- if she hadn't been beautiful she
thought as
she took another drink of the stinging liquor

      She wondered if there couldn't be a middle-ground somewhere --
something
in between -- that must be where real happiness lies.

      So many of her almost, but not quite plain, girl friends from
school were
settled down and happily married with children.  They would never be
bothered
by the curse of being wanted just for their striking beauty, they had to
give
something else to attract -- something that came from within them.  How
she
wished that had been true for her -- but it would be now, she vowed. 
The hazy
effect the liquor was producing seemed to simplify things.  She pondered
the
plus points of having a beauty like this...

                                  *    *    *

      She had been elected campus queen of her high school when she was
eighteen.  Of course, she had been chased by all the young cocky males
in her
class but they had all seemed so immature and had not really appealed to
her.
Nevertheless, she had gone out with several of them and had engaged in
the
usual back seat petting with some who appealed to her a little more than
the
others.

      She had even on occasions let them brush their hands over her full
ripe
breasts, but despite their pleadings she had never let it go farther. It
had
aroused her somewhat, she admitted to herself, but she had always
overcome this
by strict concentration on the moral values her mother had drilled into
her.

      Her mother was extremely religious and had made Ann attend church
with
her without fail each Sunday when most of her other friends had been
running
off to the beach on picnics.  Her mother also gave persistent warnings
on the
evils of petting and had instilled into her the idea that a girl should
at all
costs save herself for her wedding night.  Ann had accepted this and
deported
herself accordingly.

      She had met Dave at the Rose Bowl ceremonies in Pasadena.  He had
been a
junior at UCLA and in charge of arranging the float processions for the
Rose
Parade.  As delegate of her school, she was to be assigned to one of
them.  He
had given her one of the best positions on the most beautiful float in
the
procession.  He had called her several weeks later for a date and they
had gone
to his annual fraternity dance at the University.  She had caused quite
a stir
among his fraternity brothers and more than one had tried to get her off
into
the corner and get her phone number or a quick kiss.  She had detected
also the
envious looks she had received from the other girls.

      Dave had been considered to be one of the best catches on campus. 
He was
tall and handsome and very wealthy.  His grandfather had left him a
trust
estate of several million dollars which he would get on his thirtieth
birthday.
He had done this, according to the will, in order that his grandson
would learn
to support himself before being spoiled by the money.  He was a wise old
man
and Dave had admired him very much.  Ann had learned all of this long
after she
had fallen in love with Dave so it had not even been a factor in their
relationship.

      She had never gone all the way with him during their courtship,
but
several times it had been close.  On more than one occasion, it had been
all
she could do to hold herself back.

      Often, in compromise, she had let him reach under her sweater,
unfasten
her bra, and massage her exposed breasts while they were petting in the
back
seat of his car.  Once they had gone to one of the fraternity dances and
she
drank too much.  Afterwards, when they were parked at the beach and he
had
massaged her breasts into maddening hardness with his fingers, he had
taken one
of the nipples in his mouth.  The gentle playing of his tongue around it
had
driven her to near madness and she had hardly noticed when his hand had
slipped
under her skirt and begun caressing be tween her creamy white thighs.

      "No Dave, No!" she had gasped, sensing that she might not be able
to hold
him back this time.

      But his hands had kept on stroking her, roving the full length of
her
body, over her flat white stomach and on down to the nylon covered
softness of
her pubic hair.  He stroked her there slowly, insinuating his middle
finger
under her soft nylon panties into the moist virginal split of her
vagina.  It
started a tingling sensation that she had never known before and she
squirmed
around on the car seat beneath his hand.  Their heavy breathing in the
car
fogged the windows.

      "Dave, not now, darling, not now," she had gasped into his ear.

      He had paid no attention to her and she had heard the metallic
sound of
his zipper opening -- and suddenly -- a blunt fleshy pressure against
the top
of her thigh.  It was his prick!  She had never felt one before and the
muscles
of her body contracted involuntarily at the strange touch.

      She had been ready to pull away when suddenly his finger between
her legs
had probed into her wet vagina.  It had sent an electric shock of
rippling
pleasure up through her that froze her to the seat.  She could not move
for the
moment as the pleasure raced around inside her and he had taken this to
mean
she had succumbed.

      He moved her hand over his cock and with his own fingers wrapped
hers
around it.  She clenched them tight, hearing his answering groan of
pleasure
through her own gasping breath.  She had never expected it would be so
enormous.  It seemed her fingers could barely go around it.  Without
thinking,
she began to massage the thick outer skin back and forth up and down the
hard
shaft.  Nothing else in the world had ever felt so good or so complete. 
He was
digging his single finger deep into her cunt that was wet from the
juices
excitedly seeping from its lips.  It was stretching the tiny ring of her
still
intact hymen and she was afraid it would split and end her virginity on
the
spot but there was nothing she could do about it.  The thrills he was
giving
her were racing too wildly through her to resist and she relaxed her
inner
thighs to give him greater access to her and at the same time increased
the
speed of her own strokings.  With each gentle push she could feel Dave's
prick
jerking into greater hardness though a moment ago she would hot have
dreamed
that possible.

      He had suddenly tried to roll over on top of her and, at the last
minute
she had clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping is rockhard penis
between
them.  Dave had struggled like a madman to lift it up and get the tip
into the
opening of her wet, throbbing vagina but she knew she must wait even
though she
wanted it as badly as he did.  She struggled with all her strength
against him
and inadvertently her grip tightened around his straining cock.  Just as
he had
forced the head under the legband of her panties, and the throbbing nose
was
poised between the splayed open lips of her cunt, she felt it begin to
jerk out
of control. Dave gasped and she felt a hot, thick stream of liquid spurt
from
it, until her pubic hair was drenched with the warm, sticky sperm.  It
covered
the insides of her thighs wetly and dripped down between her legs to
moisten
the car seat beneath her buttocks.

      Dave emitted a final groan and collapsed over her body.  He was
mumbling
abject apologies into her ear for his failure, seemingly unaware that
she had
resisted.  He must have thought he had let her down.  She stroked the
back of
his neck tenderly, consoling him with soft whispers of love while he
continued
gasping for several long minutes.  Finally, he had sat up on the seat,
helping
her to rise beside him.  He had held her hand silently for a few moments
and
then fixed his clothes, acting sheepish.

      She had scolded him afterwards when she was smoothing down her
skirt and
had made him promise never to do that again -- she reminded him that she
was
just flesh and blood also and that it was just as much his
responsibility as
hers to not let themselves go too far before they were married.  He had
apologized and had never made any real attempt on her virginity after
that.

      Upon graduation from UCLA, he had gone to Pensacola to take his
flight
training and afterwards, they were married.  It had been a wonderful
wedding
night and she felt a complete woman to be able to give herself freely to
him.
He had been an accomplished lover and Ann had suspected that he had not
come to
their marital bed as pure as she, but it didn't really matter as long as
he was
faithful after they were married. Besides, it was a man's place to teach
the
woman in the arts of love and how else could he learn?  She had heard
the boys
laughing sometimes together in the fraternity house about their trips
over the
border to Tijuana on holidays and suspected that this was where they
were all
gaining their experience.

      They had moved to San Diego to set up house-keeping after Dave had
received his orders stationing him there and had joined the social life
with
all the other officers and wives.  The Friday night dances at the
officer's
club was about the extent of their going out other than bridge games at
friends' houses and they settled down into the routine of married life. 
It had
been wonderful and Ann had never been happier any time in her life.

      Dave had proven to be the perfect husband in almost everyway. 
There were
rumors about most of the other couples on the base but Ann and Dave had
been
able to stay aloof from this.  It would have been difficult to even
fabricate
gossip about these two devoted young lovers.  Ann remembered Mrs. Leary
saying
once they certainly typified her vision of what the Adam and Eve
relationship
must have been.  That was before the serpent entered the garden, Ann
thought,
bitterly, and sipped more of her glass of Scotch.

                                  *    *    *

      Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone.  How
long had
she been lying here thinking?  She swung her legs over the edge of the
couch
and reached for the phone on the table next to it.  She could feel the
Scotch
now and almost knocked over the lamp trying to turn on the light.  She
finally
reached it and flooded the room with brightness.  She looked at the
clock on
the mantle as she picked up the phone.  It was almost midnight, she had
been
lying here for over five hours.

      "Hello?" she said into the phone.

      "Hello, Ann," a familiar feminine voice answered at the other end,
"this
is Julia."

      Ann's heart skipped a beat and she said quickly, "Oh, Julia, I've
been
trying to reach you all day, I have the most wonderful news..."

      "Yes, you sound like you've been celebrating, how much have you
had to
drink?"

      "Not much," Ann answered guiltily, "I've just had a few shots
while I've
been lying here thinking."

      "Well, don't think too much," Julia told her, "I called to remind
you
about the party out at Max's house tomorrow night."

      "That's why I was trying to call you," Ann answered quickly, "I
can't go,
I got a cable from Dave this morning and he's coming home in ten days." 
She
paused for a moment and then said, almost pleading, "Remember what you
promised
when he came home?"

      There was a long pause at the other end of the line Ann held her
breath
silently praying.  Those pictures could destroy hers and Dave's
happiness, for
the rest of their lives.

      Finally Julia spoke, "Now, dear, he won't be home for ten days, we
can
talk about it tomorrow night at the party."

      "Oh, please, Julia, please," Ann pleaded, "I can't go again!  Not
just
before Dave comes home.  I just can't!"

      "Nonsense, dear, it won't hurt, what does one more time matter?
He'll
never know.  Remember, I've always told you that what they don't know
doesn't
hurt them."

      "I know what you said," Ann replied, "but I just can't do it to
him, I've
done too much already.  Please -- please, Julia.  You promised."

      "That's enough, Ann," the voice became harsh on the other end of
the
line.  "I told you we would discuss it tomorrow night after the party --
you
wouldn't want those pictures to be waiting for Dave at the base when he
returns, would you?  Particularly not the one of you and that fat
Mexican. You
remember that one, don't you, my dear?"  There a mocking tone to Julia's
voice
now.

      "Julia, please, please!" Ann was whimpering into the phone and
tears were
streaming down her cheeks.  "I'll do anything you say, just please,
please give
me those awful pictures before Dave comes home."

      "See you tomorrow night, dear, and then we can make some
arrangement.
Don't you be all messy from crying, either.  We have some important
people down
from Hollywood and Max wants to impress them -- he's counting on you and
if
you're nice to his friends you may get them back."

      There was a click at the other end of the line.  Julia had hung
up. Ann
sobbed softly into the dead line for several minutes before she dropped
the
phone back into its cradle.

      She fell limply back on the couch, reached for the half-full glass
of
Scotch and drained it straight down.  Droplets ran loosely down the edge
of her
mouth.  The burning sensation dulled her senses and she poured herself
another... and later another... trying to forget she would have to go
tomorrow
night for Dave's sake if nothing else.

      She couldn't bear for him to know the depths to which she had sunk
and
the degradation she had been forced to endure while he was gone.  It
would
destroy his love for her.

      She poured the last of the Scotch, drained her glass and slumped
over on
the couch.  Her loose robe fell open to expose the lush, ripe beauty
that was
the cause of all her troubles.  Unconsciousness swept over her, blocking
out
the horrible memories.  But, it was not long until the dreams came --
dreams
she had endured for what seemed an eternity and yet had been only a few
short
months... even in her sleep she suffered from the curse of beauty...


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