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Doctor's Orders
By OneIdleHand (oneidlehand@hotmail.com)

***

A wife's mid-life crisis turns into the couple's new 
way of life. (M+/F, wife, voy, exh, mild-bd, mc, intr, 
cream-pie, cuck)

***

The steam hung in the bathroom, but the hot water from 
the shower had long since cooled to lukewarm. Steven's 
thoughts were elsewhere, as he tightened the grip on 
his cock, bringing it to its full 6-inch length. He had 
that sense of energy that follows the tiredness from 
hard work, and the sweat and dirt from mowing the lawn 
had long since been washed from his body.

The bathing forgotten, it was the hardness of his cock 
in his hand that captured his complete attention, as he 
soaped and lathered it, stroking repeatedly. His balls 
hung loosely as they swayed back and forth, 
occasionally hitting against his hand.

He wasn't thinking of anything particular, but just 
enjoying the time alone, comfortable with the thoughts 
of how satisfying sex had been lately with his wife. He 
felt the familiar stirrings within balls, and slowed 
his pace somewhat, enjoying the ride along the edge 
that precedes orgasm. He replaced the bar of soap in 
the tray, and tried using his right hand to stroke 
himself. Steven was right handed, but for whatever 
reason, his left hand did that particular job the best. 

It wasn't long before he was coming down from his 
sensual high, and, really, he hadn't planned on cumming 
in the shower, anyway. He didn't want to have to clean 
it up or explain any sticky remains to his wife. 
Hayley. His wife! 

Thoughts of her quickly restored his cock to its full 
size. Brunette, blue eyes, 37 years old, maybe 125 lbs. 
Perfect tits. They hung only a little lower than when 
they had first married 15 years earlier, and they had 
grown two inches to 38-C's. Perfect. 

Looking down, there was one sizeable drop of pre-cum 
perched on the slit of his cock, and he cleaned it off 
with the tip of his finger before the shower could wash 
it away. The drop of pre-cum he savored on his tongue. 
Why? Because he liked it. As he did this, he caught 
himself on the edge of cumming, and abruptly stopped 
the furious stroking of his cock... just in time.

Knowing that dinner would soon be ready, he turned off 
the water and opened the shower curtain. He had just an 
instant to recognize that his wife, clothed, was 
kneeling on the floor at the edge of the tub. Her hands 
shot out and grabbed his cock, pulling him into her 
mouth. His wife had never particularly enjoyed giving 
blowjobs, and as far as he could remember, hadn't let 
him cum in her mouth since before they were married. 
That was likely to change. 

She devoured his cock, sucking it so fiercely that he 
had to step out of the wet tub to keep his balance. She 
moved with him, using one hand to pull the skin of his 
cock toward the base, with the tightest of grips. The 
head of his cock swelled purple and massive as her 
mouth again descended on it, her head bobbing furiously 
as she alternately sucked and licked it. Her eyes never 
left his as she ravished his cock, the picture of pure 
submission.

Just as he knew she had to be surprised to find him 
with a hard cock just after a shower, he was also sure 
she didn't know that he had a load of cum "cocked and 
locked" before she even touched him. His body tightened 
as he fought to control his orgasm, but she sensed it, 
too. Both of her hands reached around and clenched his 
ass, pulling his balls deep into her mouth. 

After less than a minute of what was otherwise the 
perfect blowjob, he unloaded. Spurt after spurt kept 
shooting the short distance to the back of her mouth. 
And still her blue eyes looked up at him, pleading to 
please in their way.

He could see cum escape her lips, dripping down her 
chin and onto her blouse as the last of his orgasm 
subsided. As she pulled her mouth away, she licked her 
lips before extending her tongue to wipe the cum off 
the head of his cock. Steven could see the gooey 
whiteness of his cum on her tongue and teeth as she 
continued to bathe his cock. She licked her fingers, 
wiped her chin, and then licked them again. 

Then, she stood, and, in a casual manner, as if she was 
telling him the forecast had a 30% chance of rain, she 
said, "Dinner's ready." Her breath carried the powerful 
scent of his cum, making his senses reel. She turned 
and let herself out of the bathroom, closing the door 
behind her. Unreal.

What was going on? And who was this stranger that 
looked like his wife?

***

When Hayley returned to the kitchen, she decided that 
battling herself was pointless. She had a need to cum 
and, therefore, would. Steven would be at least a few 
minutes, anyway. She moved quickly to their den and 
sank into their couch. She raised her skirt, and she 
felt the heat of her body quickly remove the coolness 
of the leather couch. 

She felt... wanton. And she had been. She reached 
between her legs and began rubbing her clit. If Steven 
came down the steps and saw her, he would find his wife 
giving him a perfect view of her cunt. She didn't 
really want Steven to find her this way, but the 
naughtiness of it, and of what she had just done with 
Steven, gave her all the imaginative fantasy... But it 
wasn't fantasy. She had actually done it. 

Remembering the sight of his swollen cock, and the 
velvety feel of his cock in her hand, against her 
tongue, in her cheeks, and finally filling her mouth to 
her throat, she gave herself over to her climax, 
cumming with loud moans. Her desires hoped he would 
hear her, find her spread and fuck her; her shyness 
hoped that the orgasm would quickly diminish in time 
for her to straighten herself up.

She managed to stifle her moans as her orgasm finished 
its convulsing, and, catching her breath, she climbed 
off the couch. She went to the kitchen to grab a paper 
towel to wipe up the wetness she had left behind. So 
much wetness for so short a time. She returned to the 
kitchen and was about to use the ladle to scoop out 
stew that had been cooking in the crock-pot all day, 
when she realized that she hadn't really cleaned her 
hand. She wiped her gooey hand and fingers on the edge 
of a bowl. That would be Steven's bowl. She couldn't 
help but grin.

And now that she was returning to her senses, the 
wetness of her cunt was giving her chills because of 
the air-conditioning. She wasn't wearing panties, but 
for the life of her, she couldn't think why not. She 
had planned on the blowjob, and Steven wouldn't recover 
fast enough to give her a good fuck. What had she been 
thinking? She raised her skirt slightly and raked a 
couple of fingers across her cunt, scooping her fluids. 
She wiped her fingers on Steven's bowl. Damn! She was 
wet. She scooped again, and again, until she was more 
or less dry.

Most of her juices had gathered in a small pool at the 
bottom of the bowl, but were otherwise stuck on the 
down-slope of the bowl. She emptied a ladle of stew 
into it, obscuring what she knew was mixing with his 
dinner. Screw him if he can't take a joke, she thought. 
He'll probably never taste it anyway. She placed their 
bowls and drinks on the table and went to the bathroom 
to check herself.

Some of Steven's cum had dried on her chin, and she saw 
that some was on her blouse. She was about to wash up 
when she felt a sense of wrongness about it. What 
seemed right was to leave it as it was, tantalizing 
Steven through dinner and beyond. A grin again spread 
across her lips, and a wonderful sense of fulfillment 
washed over her.

Although she felt good physically of late, she had 
developed a concern that she wasn't pleasing Steven 
sexually. She fairly frequently had assorted sinus 
infections, back and neck pain, and just general aches 
that seemed to reduce her interest in physical 
intimacy. But for the last few months, she only had 
some minor neck or back pains, and even that occurred 
on rare days. She loved Steven, and with her body 
feeling good, he had to know that she loved him. To 
have and to hold, that was the vow.

The love was there. The commitment was there. But 
something nagged at her, telling her that she needed to 
prove herself sexually to him, to be the aggressor, the 
experimenter, the temptress. She wondered where all 
these ideas for sex had been hiding, because for the 
past 15 years, love-making just occurred... 
naturally... in its own time. 

It was rare that she fantasized about anything. She did 
enjoy romance novels, but she never actually fantasized 
about Steven. Anything other than watching his cock 
spurt cum onto her breasts. That was still her 
favorite. Oh yes. She heard Steven descending the 
stairs, so she quickly rubbed yet more fluids from her 
cunt, then hurriedly wiped it off on her napkin, except 
just a little "bit" on Steven's spoon. She gave him a 
nice smile as he entered.

***

Steven was driving to work the following morning, a 
grin his face, where it had been stuck for weeks, it 
seemed. The visual images of the perfect blowjob the 
previous evening and of his cum leaking from Hayley's 
lips, which were wrapped around his cock... He had to 
stop thinking about that. It was unsafe to drive with 
one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing his rock 
hard cock through his slacks. Still, he marveled at it, 
now certain that, yes, that was only the second 
"complete" blowjob she had ever given him. And then to 
have to eat dinner seeing small globs of white cum 
drying on her black blouse... and those bits on her 
cheek and chin... It was more than he could take. 

Still, it didn't limit his shock when, after finishing 
dinner, she had stood up, dropped her skirt, bent over 
the dinner table, spread her legs and said, "Don't ask. 
I just need to be fucked, right here, right now!" As he 
stood behind her, removing his shorts, she had reached 
between her legs, parting her cunt lips, moist, no, 
wet, forming the perfect invitation. He couldn't think 
of Hayley ever having offered her cunt so brazenly. His 
cock had been kind to both of them, and he was able to 
watch for what seemed like forever as he slid in and 
out of his wife's cunt, before shooting whatever jism 
remained into her.

Dammit! He felt his balls tighten, and he came in his 
pants. At the next light, he looked for napkins in the 
glove compartment and couldn't find any. And, it was 
still a 30-minute commute to the office. He thought 
that surely there couldn't be much cum left over after 
last night, but the wetness in his pants didn't 
reassure him.

What WAS going on? Only a couple of months ago, he was 
happy to get a nice feel of one of her tits without 
getting snarled at. Why couldn't he just jump into this 
slice of heaven that she was presenting him? Everything 
felt right... but something felt wrong. It didn't make 
any sense. Anything other than vanilla "making love" 
had always been left to him to initiate, and always 
with the possibility that she wouldn't be interested. 
Why the change? He had to think.

For the past 6 weeks or so, her desires had been more 
frequent and much more imaginative. It had begun with 
little changes. Sex on the couch. Sex on the floor. A 
slow grind of his cock with her hand under a restaurant 
table, a night out without a bra. She had been willing 
to do these things before, but it was never her idea to 
it. But it was more than that; she was getting clever 
about it.

As he thought back, he hadn't even noticed that she 
wasn't wearing the bra that evening, because it had 
always been safe to assume that she was, particularly 
if wearing dresses or anything at all that revealed her 
form. She was always so shy about revealing her figure, 
and particularly wearing anything tight on her chest. 
She had let him know that she wasn't wearing a bra as 
she was getting into their van, after dinner, in a 
crowded parking lot. 

For once, he had acted the gentleman and opened the 
door for her. She had sat, with her feet on the door 
well, and making a pained face and twisting in some 
sort of discomfort said, "There's something in my 
shirt." With the door still open, she raised her 
blouse, slowly, to expose one of her 38 C's, the nipple 
hardening quickly. She grasped under her breast raising 
it, looking down at it, and then pinched her nipple, 
rolling it briefly between her fingers. 

"Oh, that's all it is." She had winked at him, turned 
forward in her seat, fastened her seat belt, and only 
then did she lower her blouse back into place. 

He was faced with walking around the car with an 
obviously stiff cock in his pants, capturing the eye of 
a lady who had just parked her car. This type of 
exhibition just didn't happen with his wife and 
especially in daylight in an area with people around. 
His previous requests for quick flashes were always 
greeted by a deep sigh, followed by a "if I have to" 
roll of the eyes and the briefest of glimpses of a 
breast. He loved her breasts. He wouldn't stop asking.

Before they were married, Hayley had a spirit of 
adventure, or at least, a nympho's desire for a cock 
within her cunt at every available chance, which was 
still limited due to a long distance weekend romance. 
He could remember sex on the roof of a dorm in college, 
in a lobby of a locked building that they had sneaked 
into, on her parent's den floor while her parents were 
asleep, in a car on the side of a road, on the roof of 
a downtown hotel, in a motel room when four friends 
were sleeping, on the beach in the afternoon, in a golf 
fairway at night... 

It didn't surprise him that sex in married life would 
become less frequent, or that their likes and dislikes 
would settle into more or less a permanent, less 
exciting, compromise. But it did surprise him now that, 
after all these years, she seemed to be getting 
spontaneity back. Again, why? He arrived at the office, 
and after a brief detour to the restroom, began 
thinking on other matters.

***

It seemed to Hayley that since mid-morning, all she 
could think about was "5:30." That was when Steven 
would be home from work. It had been about a week since 
her last surprise, and although they had made love once 
during the weekend, her doubts about her sexual 
inadequacy were rising again. At 4:30, she took a bath. 
A long, luxurious one. Scented bath oil. A candle on 
the edge of the tub. "5:30" crossed her mind. She 
checked the clock. No, not yet. 

She re-read her favorite Romance novel, a wickedly 
sensuous story in which a young woman is captured by a 
muscular pirating Viking, who rapes her for weeks 
following his conquest, then falls in love with her 
battling spirit. And she for him. She fingered her 
clit. She imagined how horrible it would be to be 
captured, and taken like that. The thought of "5:30" 
awakened her from her dreamy masturbations. It was now 
5:10, and the water had cooled. She got out of the tub, 
toweled herself dry, brushed her hair, and sprayed 
herself with just a hint of perfume on her neck.

She went downstairs, removed the vacuum cleaner from 
its closet, plugged it in, and waited by the window to 
watch for Steven returning home. She was sure this 
would please him.

***

He entered the house, admittedly thinking about sex. 
Steven was thinking all had returned to normal, as the 
weekend's sex had been "ordinary," in their bed, but 
very loving, very satisfying. He parked the car in the 
garage, entered the kitchen and heard vacuuming from 
the Den. He turned the corner and found Hayley 
vacuuming the den, naked. Only once before had she done 
housework naked, and that was just topless. The air-
conditioner had broken and it had been hot in the 
house. The air-conditioner was working now... And yet, 
here she was... 

The noise from the vacuum meant that she probably 
hadn't heard either the garage door opener or the 
kitchen door, and he was able to watch from behind as 
her breasts gently swung with the sweeping motions that 
she made. Her back was slightly bent so that the 
fullness of her breasts jiggled in a way that made his 
cock instantly hard and uncomfortable in his pants. She 
leaned over to pick something off the floor, and he 
could see her wispy cunt hair between her legs, visible 
clearly against the light coming in from the den 
window.

He retreated into the kitchen slightly, so that she 
wouldn't see him. After he quickly shed his clothes, he 
raced to her from behind. With his left hand, he seized 
her dangling breast, rolling her nipple between his 
fingers, finding the nipple already stiff. At the same 
time, his right hand reached around her waist and found 
her cunt with his fingers. She was wet. She gave a 
startled jump, dropped the vacuum cleaner, and leaned 
forward, placing her hands on the window sill, arching 
her ass in invitation. She hadn't even looked to make 
sure it was him. As he placed his hands on her pelvis, 
he saw that she had written, somehow, the words "FUCK 
ME" on her ass in red ink. 

He rammed his cock home, his hands still on her pelvis, 
pulling her against him with each thrust. And even as 
the pleasure within his cock fought coherent thought, 
he wondered what had made her so wet. Vacuuming in the 
nude? No. Being nude in front of the window where 
others could see? Maybe. Probably not. It would be 
unlikely that anyone would see her. Her panting turned 
into moans, becoming short screams, her whole body 
bucking against him, crying out a desire for passion. 

With the smacking sounds of his balls slapping against 
her ass and a slight reflection in the window of her 
breasts swinging savagely in time with each thrust, he 
felt his cock swell to a rare fullness. It was a 
fullness that he knew she had to feel stretching her 
cunt lips, because the tightness and the furnace that 
was her cunt gave him no choice but to shoot his load.

She wasn't done with him. She pushed him onto the 
floor, and somehow his cock remained stiff enough for 
her to sit atop him and grind her cunt into him. She 
tantalized him with her breasts, lowering them to his 
lips and then pulling away just as he was about to 
capture them with his mouth. She knew her breasts were 
the tools that could keep him hard as a rock. She 
finally raised herself on her legs, squatted over him, 
slamming herself down on his cock repeatedly, which 
gave him a great view of his cock piercing his lovely 
wife. 

As she began her orgasm, he could feel their fluids run 
down his cock and between his legs. She finally placed 
her fingers at her clit and brought herself off to a 
climax that ended with a throaty "YES!" that sounded 
like it had waited ages to emerge. He came again, just 
as her leg strength gave out and she fell across his 
chest. His cock slipped from between her legs, and 
after no more than a minute, she rose to turn the 
vacuum cleaner off, and she went up the stairs. It was 
the best way possible to come home from work, but he 
hoped, maybe, they could actually share a kiss later.

***

In the bathroom, Hayley felt that she was, truly, the 
best wife in the world. How could any woman please her 
man more? She had been provocative and surprising, and 
it was downright fun! It had seemed that she was out of 
her mind, unable to think, as her body responded to 
Steven's cock spreading her sensitive areas, pistoning 
within her as she was "taken" by "her" unseen man. Her 
body was sated her mind satisfied that "5:30" had been 
worth the wait. 

She was absently staring at herself in the bathroom 
mirror, when she began to focus on her body. Maybe her 
right breast hung a little lower than the other, but 
she was pleased with her luminous skin. She marveled at 
all the pink flushes in her skin, the redness of her 
swollen cunt lips. She turned, watching, and... What? 
How - WHEN - had Steven managed to write THAT there?

***

He was thankful, yes. But now the suspicions wouldn't 
go away. He couldn't admit to himself that she was 
having an affair, but the seemingly weekly regularity 
of this sexual lioness invited all kinds of unsettling 
thoughts.

A few days later, Hayley went off to run some errands, 
so he used the time to search around the house for any 
clues as to what might have ignited her libido. He 
searched under the bathroom sink, through her closet, 
her desk, and her bedside table. He booted her computer 
and checked her e-mails, documents and any other place 
that might provide a clue. He didn't know what he was 
looking for, and he didn't find it. X-rated videotapes, 
letters from an admirer, appointments on her 
calendar... nothing. He decided to start recording 
these "events" on his own calendar, hoping they would 
continue, but fearing a pattern would emerge.

One night, after watching baseball on TV, all was quiet 
in the house, and he wondered where she was. It was 
time to go to bed, and they usually went together. He 
found her already in their bed, eyes closed, legs 
spread wide, with a huge black vibrator humming noisily 
as she cycled it in and out of her cunt. A welcome 
sight, yes, but where did she get the vibrator? She 
already had a couple of others. Why that one? It was 
certainly fatter, thicker than his cock, by far. And 
black. It contrasted nicely against her flushed skin, 
but why black? What part of town had she been in to buy 
it? 

Despite being disturbed, his cock throbbed at the 
sight, and he was in need of release. He didn't know if 
she knew he was there or not, but with the TV off 
downstairs, she probably did. He found his release on 
her breasts. Hot cum splashed across her tits, and she 
didn't even open an eye. That was one of her favorite 
turn-ons. Just what was the fantasy she was into?

He recorded the date on his calendar. It was curious, 
but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to talk 
to Hayley about their sex life. With her being so 
aggressive, it seemed like she would bring it up, but 
she didn't. In fact, she seemed to avoid the subject, 
and had avoided the subject over the past months, 
almost as if it had never happened. He brooded with 
suspicion.

The "events," as he recorded them, he realized were 
very easy to identify. The next event happened while 
shopping at the mall. When clothes shopping, he was in 
the habit of finding a seat, or more often, standing 
near the women's dressing room in those stores that 
didn't provide seats, a pet peeve. Hayley would step 
out periodically to see how he liked the outfits she 
was trying on. At Macy's, on an obviously slow night, 
after trying on several evening dresses that hadn't 
quite worked, she stepped into the dressing room entry 
area naked, except her heeled leather shoes.

She had taken a chance that nobody would be around, and 
he hadn't paid any attention to where the security 
cameras were. She struck a pose, reflected on all sides 
by the mirrors placed there. She stretched out a hand 
and curled a finger in invitation. He accepted. He 
couldn't help but wonder if others didn't notice the 
smell of sex that went with them as they left the store 
ten minutes later. He later recorded the date on his 
calendar.

***

Hayley had been horny for over a day. She had seen the 
chiropractor the day before, and her back felt great. 
It had been giving her problems lately, but the 
adjustments seemed to work. She had really wanted to 
jump Steven's bones when he returned home the day 
before, but she had an idea that required more time, 
and she put it to work. She had written a note to 
Steven and placed it on his passenger seat late the 
night before, so that he would find it on his way to 
work. It said, "When you come home, I'll be cumming 
too. On the deck." 

That would give him something to think about. And it 
had given her something to do. She looked down at her 
cunt. It was a little sensitive, but it looked 
remarkably different without the curls of her brunette 
hair. She replaced the razor on the soap dish and 
rinsed herself with water. He would like this. She 
better follow through with some wax to make sure all 
the hair was gone. 

Once this was done, she abated the stinging with some 
lotion. She inspected herself in the mirror, covering 
her face with her hands, embarrassed at the sight of 
her own clit, sticking out, asking for attention. She 
gave it a little rub, which sent jolts of pleasure 
through her. She stopped, feeling it was wrong to 
pleasure herself, as if it might somehow stop her from 
giving her all to her husband. Besides, she had some 
painting to do.

***

It had been another week since our clothes shopping 
expedition and the note Steven found in his car said it 
was time for another "event." A few newspapers were on 
their neighbor's driveway, so he assumed they were 
away. Besides, their deck was relatively private when 
leaves were on the trees. That was good, as he had no 
doubt that whatever she had planned on the deck would 
have to include sex and nudity. In fact, he recorded it 
on the calendar before he arrived home. 

There wasn't much risk involved with the neighbors 
away, but exhibiting herself in any way on the deck was 
still completely out of character for her, at least, 
until recently. He hadn't gotten much accomplished at 
work, his thoughts always drifting to what he might 
find at home. He had called, but there was no answer. 
The thought of her having an affair kept recurring, and 
he had decided that he might follow her around the next 
week. It would be easy enough to appear "out on sales 
calls." He parked the car in the garage. Although he 
had suspicions, it didn't stop him from being excited 
about the prospects awaiting him.

He found her, as the note had said, on the back deck, 
with her hands pumping the black vibrator in and out of 
her cunt. She was reclining in one of their swivel deck 
chairs, with an unusual looking bikini. He approached 
her. Ahhh, she was wearing paint. She had used 
fluorescent body paint that they had purchased years 
ago at a gag store and never used. She had painted her 
nipples orange, one breast "cup" blue and the other 
green. Pink "strings" completed the bikini top. The 
"bottoms" were also pink, and he realized, happily, 
that her cunt was shaved to allow for the paint. She 
had shaved herself once a couple of years earlier, with 
the comment afterwards that she would never do it 
again, due to the itching that followed. Well, she had 
lied.

No shorts, T-shirt, or even a towel could be seen 
anywhere on the deck. Her head was leaned back against 
the chair, her eyes were closed, her legs were wide 
open, and her feet were propped up on a couple of 
upside down flowerpots. It was a new standard for 
brazen exhibition of her sex. He removed her hands, 
kneeling between her legs, and worked the vibrator 
himself. She never opened her eyes, but gave herself to 
the sensations, both vocally and by rocking her hips 
into the vibrator. 

After several minutes, having increased the speed of 
the penetrations, she came loudly. He sure hoped the 
neighbors weren't home. He helped her up and led her to 
the deck railing. In a rare instance of self-control, 
he enjoyed her slick, hot, cunt for half an hour, with 
her leaning over the handrail, her breasts swaying in 
time with the pace of his slow thrusts, before he went 
over edge and came in her.

Steven was not at all pleased when he soon afterwards 
walked to the mailbox to get the mail, and saw their 
neighbor, a married man, mouth the words "THANK YOU" 
while picking up his newspapers from the driveway, 40 
yards away. Steven's face turned red as he heard a 
chuckle, and he only hoped that this was the first, and 
last, time his neighbor had seen Hayley naked. 

Hayley had never said anything about him, and they had 
remained only acquaintances despite having lived beside 
each other for over 5 years. He was a computer techie 
of some sort, Steven couldn't recall. They didn't have 
much in common. Still, Steven couldn't help but put him 
on his imaginary "possible affair partner" list. It was 
now a list of one. On the other hand, he realized how 
awkward it was going to be around him at the 
neighborhood party that weekend. And, presumably, 
awkward around his wife, assuming he told her. Or was 
she home, too? Oh, man...

A week later was "that time of the month." Nothing was 
likely to happen in "event" terms, and... nothing 
happened. A week afterwards, however, he decided that 
the time was right to follow Hayley around a bit. He 
parked the car near the entrance to their neighborhood. 
He had no good place to "hide" as far as watching 
wherever she might go on foot, such as their neighbor's 
house. Their neighbor didn't really seem her type, but 
he was becoming less sure now of what her "type" might 
be. He didn't have to wait in the car too long, 
however. Shortly after 8:00, her van left the 
neighborhood, and he followed a discrete two or three 
cars behind.

She stopped at an ATM machine, then continued on. This 
was pretty cool. Steven, Private Investigator. He 
admitted to himself that he didn't expect to find 
anything unusual, so he approached this day with a 
certain amount of humor. Her second stop was the 
chiropractor. That lasted about 30 minutes. Another $30 
gone. 

After that, she went to Wal-Mart. This took her about 
an hour, coming out with two plastic bags of what 
looked like cosmetics and some hardware. He wondered 
what PI's listen to in their cars. Steven, PI, was 
having a tough time of it. Talk radio seemed to be 
saying the same thing 20 different ways. FM music was 
pretty much the same old stuff he already had at home, 
if he liked it. He should have gotten a book-on-tape or 
something.

Hayley pulled into Home Depot. So did he. Maybe Wal-
Mart didn't have everything she needed. For what? He 
didn't know. She had never really repaired anything 
before, but she could get very motivated in her 
hobbies. Another sack accompanied her return to the 
van. She drove maybe half an hour to another part of 
town, where she pulled into a small restaurant. That 
was good. He was getting hungry too. She sat at the 
window of the restaurant, obviously waiting for 
someone. He'd wait, too.

After a few more minutes, her friend Denise entered the 
restaurant. That made sense. Denise worked in this part 
of town. He drove off to a Wendy's drive-thru before 
resuming his watch. There wasn't much to watch. After 
an hour or so, Hayley drove home. And he figured he 
better make at least one sales call, so he called it a 
day for his PI job. Steven checked his voice mail and 
found that another customer needed to see him in the 
late afternoon. He called Hayley on the cell phone and 
let her know he'd be returning, he thought, around 7:30 
or so and not to cook for him. He'd get a free dinner, 
at least.

***

Hayley's pulse raced. She had so much to do, to try. 
She unloaded her bags from the van, left them in the 
garage, and went into the kitchen. The phone ring 
startled her. It was Steven. The short of it was that 
he would be home late and she knew when. Good. This 
gave her even more time to do something she had never 
even thought about before. She fixed herself a Coke, 
found an old comforter they sometimes used as a picnic 
blanket and returned to the garage. She opened the 
first sack. Cosmetics. She put that by the door to the 
kitchen. The second sack. What WAS she doing? She felt 
she HAD to do this. The thought terrified her, but at 
the same time, her cunt was becoming wet. What had 
happened to her?

She enjoyed making love, but even more enjoyed the 
unexpected hug. Flowers. A passionate kiss in a setting 
where sex was not expected. Holding hands while 
walking. Good conversation over a dinner out. Just a 
look that says, "I love you." And making love that 
included a comfortable bed, sheets, background 
lighting, or perhaps a fire in the fireplace. 

And here she was, her thoughts captive to what she 
assumed were Steven's sexual desires... the love was 
there, but it was focused more on the sexual act, not 
the sensuality. A rough fuck... nudity in the 
house...nudity out of the house... displaying her cunt 
to him like a slut... sucking his cock... swallowing 
his cum. 

Avoiding these things had come naturally to her. It 
just wasn't romantic. These things she did only rarely, 
on special occasions, and only if he had been meeting 
her needs. Recently, however, it seemed she couldn't 
orgasm unless she was breaking her own standards for 
what she regarded as appropriate in marital lovemaking. 
Were her needs changing?

Hayley looked at the items she had purchased, and 
realized with a start that her hands had been fingering 
her clit and that she was about to cum. She stopped. 
She couldn't do that until later. She had to give 
Steven all of her love, her body, her sex, and if she 
came now, she would be "less" later. Or, she might 
chicken out. But she knew she wouldn't. She had to 
fulfill him. She needed to be had, to be taken, just 
like the heroine in the romance novel she had read. Who 
had she talked to about that book? Her thoughts became 
confused, and she went in search of Steven's tools.

***

As the garage door opened, Steven began pulling the car 
inside and was astonished by what was in the sight of 
the headlights. He had to brake, rather hard, and pull 
the car back out. He stared at Hayley from within his 
car. His wife was in the garage, kneeling on a blanket 
in the floor. She was facing the garage door, naked 
except for panties, which apparently held a vibrator in 
her cunt. The panties were soaked. Across her chest she 
had written "fuck me" in large letters with a black 
magic marker. 

Her hands were behind her back, and ropes were tied 
around her arms, each connected to eyebolts mounted on 
the ceiling. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold. Her 
lips had the glossiest, bright red lipstick he had ever 
seen. He turned off the car, went inside the garage and 
closed the garage door, thankful that their neighbors 
were not outside.

After the garage door opener stopped, all he could hear 
was the muted rumbling from the vibrator within her, 
and rather quick breaths from his wife. He found that 
her hands were tied behind her back. She couldn't 
separate her wrists. She could stand or sit, and that 
was about it. He didn't see any possible way that she 
could get herself free. He didn't see any way possible 
that she could tie herself up like that, either. Who 
helped her? Then he saw the slipknots, and it appeared 
to make a little sense how she could have bound 
herself.

He knew he had told her what time he would be home, and 
he was perhaps an hour later than that. How long had 
she been like this? Then he noticed her kneepads. She 
had thought about this, prepared for it. Her trip to 
Home Depot made sense. This chick needed to be fucked.

Steven stripped out of his clothes and began to lightly 
touch her - her chin, her cheeks, her ears, her 
shoulders, the side of a breast, her thigh. He didn't 
say anything. If she wanted the blindfold, then she 
obviously wanted some mystery. She hadn't said a word 
either. Whatever fantasy this was, he was willing to 
step right into it. In fact, he had dreamed something 
close to it himself. He untied the ropes to the 
ceiling, but left her hands tied behind her. He gently 
leaned her forward, so that her head was on the 
blanket. She still hadn't said a word. 

As he went behind her, he lowered her panties, and 
removed the vibrator that, judging by her soaking 
panties, had been inside her for a long time. He moved 
forward, and placed the vibrator at her lips, catching 
her by surprise. Still, she managed to lick some of it 
as he spiraled it past her mouth. He turned it off, and 
squeezed her nipple, slightly, then harder, as she 
remained bent over. He was afraid he might have 
squeezed it to roughly when a small squeak emerged from 
her. He moved behind her.

Her ass now raised, her cunt visible, he saw that she 
had written, not to neatly, but in small block letters, 
"H A R D" across her butt, in red ink. Of course. A two 
sided message, "fuck me, HARD." The light on the garage 
door opener turned off, and it was almost black in the 
garage. He slid a finger between her legs, probing the 
slick wetness of her cunt. The heat she was generating 
took him by surprise. His fingers followed the trail of 
her juices, finding both of her thighs soaked. 

An hour like this? Longer probably. He inserted two 
fingers straight into her cunt. She shuddered. He found 
her special little spot, not her G-spot, but a ripple 
slightly larger than others in her vaginal canal, and 
pressed it with his fingertips. Her moans filled the 
garage. He alternated pressing her spot and retreating, 
until she seemed too tired to moan any longer. Her body 
began convulsing, forcing her cunt against his finger. 
The feelings this spot produced she had always said 
were "too intense." Apparently not this time.

Enjoying her vulnerability, he inserted a third finger, 
pushing them in as far as he could go, then spreading 
them as much as possible. His fingers didn't seem to 
stretch her as much as he expected, probably because of 
the size of the vibrator. He fucked her, not to 
carefully, with his fingers, enjoying the feel of her 
clit and bare pubic mound with his other two fingers. 
He removed his fingers and smelled them. Her juices 
smelled good... fresh, if that was possible. In fact, 
she smelled good all over. She had prepared herself 
well.

He lowered his head carefully, and without any warning, 
gave her cunt a wide lick with his tongue. She jerked 
in surprise. He did it again, because he could. She 
couldn't do anything about it. Hayley, for whatever 
reason, hated oral sex on her. She had never explained 
it, but now she was hardly in a position to refuse. He 
wanted to do this some more, but the position was 
uncomfortable, and to roll her over would mean that he 
would have to untie her hands.

So, he fucked her, hard. Just like the sign said... He 
relished the power of fucking a bound woman, a helpless 
woman, and loved it that it was his wife offering 
herself to him in this way. She apparently shared this 
excitement. The garage was unfinished, and her shrieks 
seemed to echo through the room, and he worried that 
the neighbors might hear. Then, caught in his own 
passion, he decided, so what?

***

The sex had been fantastic. After Steven came in her, 
she hadn't counted on him extending his opportunity for 
playing with her body. It shouldn't have surprised her, 
though. That's just the way it was in her story. The 
man tied the girl up, raped her, and then played with 
her body until he tired of it. Steven had untied her 
hands, and she thought that was the end of it. Then he 
rolled her over and tied her hands to the ropes 
connected to the ceiling. 

Then, after a brief absence, during which he apparently 
found more rope, he somehow tied her legs open. He had 
feasted on her pussy. He had called it that, knowing 
that she didn't like the term, saying that her pussy 
tasted so good. She didn't particularly agree, but had 
no choice in that position but to kiss him, her juices 
on his breath. And certainly he had his content of 
groping her breasts. It seemed like he had played with 
them for hours. Maybe he had. Then he had fucked her 
again. He lasted so long when he was able to fuck her a 
second time. That, she hadn't wanted to stop. Secure in 
her own house, but tied up and at the mercy of a man. 
Her body shivered again. He left her down there alone 
for a while, still with the blindfold on.

She could tell by the plumbing sounds that he had taken 
a shower. She had heard him descend the steps, then 
whisper her name, "Hayleyyyy..." A smile had formed on 
her lips, then faded abruptly as she realized he had 
taken a Polaroid picture of her. What a mess she must 
have looked. Why would he want a picture? That reminded 
her of something, but she couldn't put her finger on 
it.

When he had freed her, she went to take a shower, 
noticing that he had again written "FUCK ME" on her, 
this time with a black magic marker. She didn't 
remember him doing this. She felt confused, and a part 
of her wondered if she was losing her mind. Still, she 
felt like she had a purpose, and even though she didn't 
know what it was, it had been met. Hayley cried a 
little that night. It wasn't Steven's fault. She was 
frustrated because she didn't understand herself. After 
a couple hours of tossing and turning, her body fell 
into a sound, needed, sleep.

***

Another week, another "event." Steven was paying bills 
and balancing the checkbook on the computer, when he 
heard Hayley make some noises in the kitchen. The 
freezer door, perhaps. He went back to what he was 
doing, when he heard her say behind him, "You will 
kneel before me." He turned around, and he was stunned. 
Besides the vibrator, Hayley had made another purchase. 
She had purchased leather boots that went to her knees, 
and the boots had at least 3" heels. This drew her leg 
muscles wonderfully taught, but his eyes couldn't 
linger there. He couldn't stare at her bare cunt or her 
exposed breasts either. Both of her arms were covered 
with leather gloves, which extended almost up to her 
shoulder.

One hand was placed on her hip, fist clenched, with her 
elbow out, in the manner of angry parent, perhaps. The 
other was held like a waiter's, with the palm open, 
holding a bowl of chocolate ice cream. This struck him 
as curious, but he didn't say anything because of the 
serious look in her face. She wore a black mask over 
her eyes, with holes cut out so that she could see. It 
wasn't a cheap Halloween mask, either, but a leather 
one that obviously cost some money.

She repeated, "You will kneel before me... now!" Last 
week Jekyll, this week Hyde? He knelt. She stepped 
closer, so that her pubic mound brushed against his 
nose. He could smell her wonderful scent, her juices 
adhering to his nose. She stepped back and placed the 
bowl of ice cream in front of him. "Look down." He did. 
"That is where you will cum." Hmmm. "Pull down your 
shorts and underwear, and begin stroking yourself!" He 
did. "Do not cum until I return." Huh? She was back 
rather quickly, with a video camera. Great. He finally 
came, and it seemed like the semen factory must have 
been doing its job lately. It was hard maintaining his 
balance and aiming his jism, and the ice cream began to 
look like a photo negative of vanilla ice cream with 
chocolate syrup. Sort of. "Sit against the wall!" He 
did.

She put the recorder down, and picked up the bowl of 
ice cream. She took a spoon and slowly shaved a small 
amount of ice cream, with a lot of cum. She moved it to 
her mouth, then stopped. She passed it several times 
under her nose, smelling it, and then she replaced the 
spoon in the bowl and handed it to him. She picked up 
the camcorder, used her boot to spread his legs, and 
then leaned forward with one foot, the sole against his 
cock, the heel threatening his balls as she slowly 
twisted her foot.

"Eat... the... ice... CREAM!" His cock raged to life, 
and he didn't even want to think of the reasons. 
Despite liking the taste of pre-cum, he had told her 
some months ago that he didn't really want to eat his 
cum anymore, despite the turn-on that it was for her. 
He realized the lie. And Hayley knew it, playfully 
grinding his cock as he took the first bite. 

With the camera, the feel of her boot on his cock, the 
heady sense of eating cum (with chocolate ice cream, of 
all things...), and the sight of his dominating, naked 
wife standing above him, with a finger rubbing her 
clit, he ate the ice cream, and the cum, greedily. She 
somehow made herself climax, standing, which he had 
never seen before. When he had finished the "cream," 
she stopped the camcorder, turned and walked away, 
without saying anything. That was beginning to be her 
trademark...

He recorded this on the calendar. An "event" almost 
every week, but on different weekdays, Tuesday, 
Wednesday, or Thursday. Something was wrong here, but 
at least now he had a place to start looking.

While she was asleep, Steven removed her checkbook from 
her purse to see where she had been writing checks. 
Gardening store, dry cleaners, Wal-Mart, drug store, 
grocery store. They didn't sell boots and gloves like 
that at Wal-Mart. He went to her desk and removed her 
credit card bills. The most recent bill she had just 
received, and he quickly found two charges to x-
items.com. He booted the computer, logged onto the net, 
and checked the site. Adult novelties. At least she 
wasn't going into seedy stores around town. He couldn't 
help but give a thorough look into their products, just 
for fun.

He began to wonder how she had found that site. It 
wouldn't be too hard to type in a few keywords in a 
search engine and find it, he supposed, but there was a 
part of him, a jealous part, he admitted, that wondered 
if wasn't someone else behind her recent change. The 
irregular regularity of her sexual throes had started 
much sooner than the purchases, so he looked at the 
previous month's bill for anything unusual. Clothes 
stores, a few restaurants, chiropractor visits. The two 
preceding months were much the same. The chiropractor 
seemed to be doing pretty well, with several visits per 
month. Their insurance didn't cover the visits, and he 
more or less had given her the responsibility of paying 
for her visits. She hadn't been complaining about her 
back lately, so he had guessed it was working.

A thought occurred to him. Without having to pay the 
bills for her visits, he hadn't realized how often she 
had been going to the chiropractor. He carried her 
receipts to his desk, found his calendar in which he 
had been taking notes, and started comparing the dates.

He was sure that checking each number in a winning 
lottery ticket would be more thrilling, but the 
succession of dates matching perfectly at first seemed 
coincidence, then an exciting discovery, then shocked 
realization. She had been to the chiropractor on each 
of the dates he had recorded, or the day before. He 
feared the worst. An affair seemed the only possible 
answer to explain Hayley's heightened sexuality.

The following days were a torment. Each appointment had 
been on a weekday, when he was at work. It was 
impossible for him to follow her around every day, and 
she didn't write her appointments on the calendar. He 
tried to ask what she was doing each day, without 
sounding pushy or mistrustful, but he didn't hear a 
word about the chiropractor. Her part-time job included 
working half days several days each week, and it was 
before or after her job, likely, that she would find it 
most convenient to go to the doctor.

He cursed his stupidity. After she went to bed, he 
ransacked her purse, and unearthed what he was looking 
for, in the change pouch. An appointment reminder. He 
should have thought about this sooner, and avoided the 
anguish. Her next appointment was in 5 days, on 
Tuesday, at 8:00 in the morning, at Dr. Richard 
Gilliam's. He had seen his name on the credit card 
bill, but finally he was forced to name his apparent 
enemy, and it twisted in his thoughts like a black 
downward spiral into which he vented all his rage. Dr. 
Gilliam. 

As the days came closer to her appointment, he became 
frustrated as to how he was to find out what was going 
on. Challenge her? Accuse her? Of what? If Dr. 
Gilliam... The name escaped his lips as would an 
expletive that he didn't want anyone to hear... was 
behind this, the result, from his perspective, was that 
he was receiving a tremendous benefit, but he couldn't 
enjoy it if it meant that she was having sex with him. 
A troubling thought flashed through his head that, 
perhaps, he could still enjoy her. He didn't pursue the 
thought.

At work on Monday, in his search for a yellow 
highlighter in the office supply cabinet, his eye 
caught hold of a small box, and then he found the 
proverbial light bulb flashing above his head. Tuesday 
morning, he remained around the house later than usual, 
with the lie that he had an appointment away from the 
office. Hayley left the house at 7:30, and he only 
hoped that his plan would work.

When he returned home that afternoon, his wife was 
napping, which wasn't unusual for those days she 
worked. Or, maybe she wasn't napping. Maybe she was 
masturbating with the memory of her visit with Dr. 
Gilliam. That sour thought led him to her purse, where 
he retrieved a small Dictaphone from an outside pocket 
that she apparently didn't use except for stuffing 
trash papers. He was happy to find it. 

It had occurred to him that the tape probably made an 
audible "click" when it reached its end. If she heard 
it, and found the unit, he would have some explaining 
to do. Which maybe wouldn't be a bad thing, anyway. 
Still, he preferred it this way. He took the Dictaphone 
to the garage, where he could play it without being 
heard. If she woke up, he would hear her steps on the 
floor above, where their bedroom was located.

He had been frustrated all day by the fact that a 
simple, good plan could easily unravel. He had waited 
around the house in the morning so that he could start 
the tape as close as possible to when she left. He 
caught a break when she went to the bathroom just 
before she was to leave, and he had quickly inserted 
the recorder in the pouch. It would record for two 
hours, so giving her a half hour of travel, the 
inevitable doctor's office wait, the wait in whatever 
type of room he used, and the actual appointment, he 
had felt he had a good chance to record her entire 
appointment. 

After all, how long does a chiropractic appointment 
take? No more than 30 minutes when he followed her. But 
he didn't know. He'd never been. It might take longer 
if she was screwing...He stopped that thought. He 
rewound the tape approximately 75%, figuring he would 
avoid the car ride portion. He hit the "play" button, 
with the hope that it had been able to record decently 
through the fabric of her purse.

The car radio. He had rewound too far, but at least it 
sounded clear. Fast forward. "...one appointment ahead 
of you." Good, the tape should be long enough. Fast 
forward. The sound of magazine pages. Fast forward. The 
sound of laughing, then, "the doctor will be with you 
in just a few minutes."

It started very professionally.

"Good morning, Hayley. How are you?"

"Fine, thanks, I've had a good week. And you?"

"Sometimes I think that my days are too long, but it's 
a good problem to have. There's a lot of starving 
chiropractors out there. Not that they're bad, of 
course, but there's just too many for the area. How's 
the back, getting better?"

"Yes, I think so, but after 4-6 days after my visits 
with you, my neck and back still gets stiff, and, 
usually in the mornings, I have that stabbing pain 
between my shoulder blades that goes away after a 
couple of hours."

"Same old story. Well, let me take another look at your 
x-rays to make sure that the Atlas adjustments I've 
been making are proper. For most people, 3 months of 
treatment is the maximum before I've done all that I 
can do, and they almost always don't need any more 
adjustments unless they're in an accident or exert 
themselves unusually. You've been coming here pretty 
regularly, for a little longer than that. Have you seen 
this video?"

"Uh, no."

"Okay, why don't you watch this while I go check the 
film. It gives some history on Chiropractic, problems 
with the spine and some of the things we do to correct 
it."

Steven heard the tape being pushed into the player, the 
sound of the TV being turned on, and the door being 
closed. Good, he thought to himself, no affair. But the 
dates matching perfectly were beyond matters of chance. 
He continued listening as the tape explained 
Chiropractic. He heard most of it very clearly and even 
learned a few things. The videotape concluded and 
rewound. Dr. Gilliam, the name no longer a metaphor of 
evil, re-entered the room.

"How was the tape?"

"What tape?"

What Steven heard afterwards chilled him.

When he entered the kitchen, the surprise that greeted 
him didn't surprise him. His wife was standing in the 
informal dining area, which had a glass door built into 
a bay window, which leads to the rear deck. She was 
wearing a short T-shirt that was pulled above her 
breasts, and her breasts were pressed against the 
glass. She was working a dildo in her cunt, a wide and 
long dildo, but made of ice. He had been in the garage 
maybe 45 minutes, replaying the tape, and based on the 
water dripping from the dildo and pooling on the floor, 
she had apparently been at this a while. What's a 
husband to do?

He fucked her standing up, her hands against the 
doorframe, feeling a biting mix of cold and heat as he 
plunged within her. As he fucked her, he noticed they 
were being watched. Their neighbor, again, on his deck, 
staring through the trees. He apparently there to water 
his plants, but, instead, he was rubbing his crotch. 
Steven guided Hayley's head to the right, and he could 
tell she was confused. 

He tightened his grip on her pelvis, and thrust hard 
and fast within her, cumming just as she recognized 
their voyeur. She made an unusual squeaking sound 
before sliding his cock out of her cunt and all but 
running from the door, then upstairs. Steven picked up 
what remained of the ice dildo from the floor and 
quickly walked it to the sink. Like Hayley, he didn't 
want to see their neighbor, either.

Two days later, he had a chiropractic appointment. 
Without the least bit of surprise, Dr. Gilliam was good 
looking, with soap opera type looks - tan, graying at 
the temples, not a real doctor, just playing one on 
TV... Steven fought to continue the role of patient. He 
told him that he had woken up several days earlier with 
a "crick" in his neck, but unlike others, it didn't 
seem to go away. The doctor asked a standard variety of 
questions, marking a checklist on his clipboard. Steven 
almost missed it, but Dr. Gilliam was using a red ink 
pen. So Hayley probably hadn't written the messages on 
herself, after all. It made some sort of perverted 
sense.

Dr. Gilliam indicated that he would need x-rays to 
provide the proper adjustments, and they proceeded with 
that. The doctor then had Steven sit in the examination 
room, including little more than a padded table, a 
chair, a small counter space, some posters, and a 
TV/VCR. The doctor then suggested he watch a video 
about Chiropractic while the x-rays were developed and 
he saw another patient. Uh-huh. Sure.

He inserted the video, and Steven closed his eyes. He 
already had heard the video, thanks, and he had no 
intention of watching it. After it was over, the door 
was closed, and he quickly looked in the cabinet below 
the VCR to see what other movies were there. There was 
only one, about spinal construction. The label was very 
similar to the one in the VCR, so he swapped it and 
placed the video the doctor had shown him in his inside 
jacket pocket, which was hanging from a chair.

More than a few minutes later, the doctor returned and 
invited him to a viewing room to review his x-rays. Dr. 
Gilliam pointed out how his neck was unusually straight 
and that, as he aged, how the vertebrae were likely to 
become fused to a degree and painful. Steven actually 
hadn't made up the neck story; it just didn't hurt now. 
Maybe a couple of months ago. The doctor explained how 
several months of adjustments, moving this vertebrae 
this way and another that way, should work well to keep 
everything the way it was meant to be.

He took Steven to another room, which had a strange 
device with an arm that stood by a padded table. He 
asked if Steven had understood the video.

"Video?" He looked confused. There was an uncomfortable 
pause.

Hopefully, this would work.

"Tell me, how has your sex life been lately?" Steven 
looked straight ahead, with minimal movement, not sure 
how he was to play this part. He tried to copy his 
wife's tone. "It's been great. My wife has been acting 
like a nympho the past several months. She's never 
acted like this before." "Really, tell me about the 
last time."

Steven told him about the ice cube dildo and the show 
by the back door.

Dr. Gilliam chuckled, seeming quite pleased with 
himself. "Excellent. At our next appointment, you will 
bring me the videotape your wife recently made while 
you were eating ice cream. You will not remember 
anything I've said in this room when you hear me count 
'3.' One, two, three."

When he finished counting, Steven looked at him. Dr. 
Gilliam resumed, "you need to lie down on the table 
with your head at the far end, so I can make the first 
adjustment. You'll need to be..."

Steven cut him off. "I don't think so."

"Excuse me?"

Steven removed the Dictaphone from his pants pocket, 
and hit the PLAY button.

The doctor's voice sounded. "So tell me, what type of 
outfit did you choose?"

Hayley answered, "What I knew he would like. Black 
leather boots, black leather gloves, black leather 
mask."

"And you wore nothing else?"

"No."

"That would be quite a sight. Okay, two things. First, 
this is what I want you to do tonight. First, when you 
get home, take a plastic coke bottle, the 20 oz. size, 
and fill it about 2/3 full of water. Lay it on its side 
in the freezer. Tonight, sometime after your husband 
comes home, cut the plastic bottle away from the ice, 
then run water over the ice to shape a dildo, a nice 
fat one, maybe as thick as your wrist. Pick out a room 
in the house and let him find you using the dildo, with 
your legs spread. Do it by a window or door so that 
there's a chance someone will see you. 

"I think maybe you should just wear a T-shirt this 
time, but pull it above your breasts. No bra. Let him 
fuck you. After that, you'll be embarrassed about your 
little exhibition, and leave to another room. After you 
dress, you will feel satisfied, and personally 
rewarded, that you were able to offer yourself to your 
husband this way. Then it will occur to you that sex 
really felt so much better after a visit to the 
chiropractor.

"Secondly, when we begin talking again, you will tell 
me that you continue to be concerned that your breasts 
hang unevenly. You will then ask me if an adjustment 
can be made to make them level. My seeing, touching, 
and taking pictures of your breasts will seem a very 
appropriate part of my job. While I am doing this, you 
will only feel some guilt about how surprisingly good 
it makes you feel that someone besides your husband is 
touching your breasts. When I count '3,' you will not 
recall this conversation.

"One, two, three."

"Oh, I guess I forgot to get the videotape for you. So 
tell me, where does it hurt today?"

"Well, I'm really embarrassed to say this, but, I think 
my breasts are hanging unevenly. Is there an adjustment 
that can fix that?"

"That's not something I can capture on x-ray..."

"I know. Here, let me show you. I want your opinion." A 
few faint noises, obviously the sound of her blouse and 
bra being removed, then, "What do you think?"

"Well, I don't want to jump to conclusions. Which 
breast do you think is hanging lower?"

"The right one."

"Are you sitting up straight? Ah, that's better. Okay, 
lift your hands and touch the top of your head. A 
little higher. That's it, yes. Hold that position. Let 
me take some measurements for my file." The sound of a 
drawer opening and closing. "Let's see, that's just 
over a 38" chest. That's not unusually large, so the 
weight by itself is not likely to be a factor. Let's 
see. I'm afraid my fingers are a little cold. Hopefully 
you won't find this uncomfortable." There was a long 
silence, as presumably, he felt her breasts. "Okay, 
perhaps some small alterations in your spine can adjust 
this over time. For comparison, I'm going to need to 
take some photos, which we'll probably have to update 
every several weeks."

Steven stopped the tape. Throughout the tape, Dr. 
Gilliam had been having a very difficult time making 
eye contact, no doubt trying to think of a way out of 
this. He backed away a little. Maybe Steven looked 
dangerous. The doctor stammered for words, then began 
in earnest. "I must admit, you are quite the Sherlock 
for figuring this out. But let me explain." Yeah sure. 
"I have a successful practice. I paid a lot of money to 
purchase an existing practice after working with my 
predecessor for several years. He had a number of other 
hobbies, one of which was hypnotism. I don't understand 
it at all."

"There's a lot of chiropractors out there. You see 
their offices everywhere - in run down shopping 
centers, in older homes that have been commercialized 
because 4 lane roads run where their front yards used 
to be. Very few do you find that are in medical 
complexes or in newly constructed, stand-alone 
buildings like this one. There's a lot of reasons for 
that, but buying this practice seemed the best way of 
avoiding becoming one of the 'have nots.' My wife, you 
know, she spends as much as I can make. And I can spend 
pretty well myself. Club memberships, clothes, cars, 
the loan to pay for this place. That's where the video 
comes in."

"The video was made by my predecessor. The hypnotic 
part comes during the first couple of minutes, when 
people will pay the most attention. I'm a doctor, you 
understand. I've been to college, learned the skills, 
and devoted my life to Chiropractic. I believe in what 
I do, and that it also helps people lead more 
comfortable lives. At the same time, it's a challenge. 
Many health insurers don't pay for visits, so it's left 
to my customers to foot the bill. At $30, we charge a 
reasonable rate. 

"The problem is, when it's their money, they only come 
long enough to feel better, then they skip the 
remaining appointments that our science says they need 
to help reduce symptoms now and recurrences later. 
Someone may need eight visits over three months. If 
they come twice and can resume their normal activities, 
they don't come back.

"The idea behind the video was for them to feel good 
about their lives, and then relate those feelings to 
the benefits of my service. That way, they come back. 
They're better off for the visits, and I rarely have 
any openings in the appointment calendar. It's a win-
win situation."

"I can see that," Steven said. "But then you got 
greedy."

The doctor gave a slow nod. "My predecessor didn't give 
me much instruction on the limitations of the video. He 
said I couldn't force people to do things they didn't 
want to do, and I haven't really pushed the envelope, 
so to speak. But I first became tempted with a quite 
attractive blonde several years ago. Let's just say 
that it's worked every time so far. But I can only go 
so far. There's too much disease out there, and, 
really, I'm quite happy at home. Also, after a 
patient's first appointment, I usually only schedule 
fifteen minutes per appointment, so there's no time to 
use the video."

"But in certain situations, you do."

"Well, yes. The good looking women are a weakness."

"And what do you do with them?"

"I really don't want to go into that."

Steven raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? I have your 
medical license hanging by a thread." He dangled the 
Dictaphone in front of him. "Tell me, what have you 
done with my wife?"

"I've never had sex with her, if that's what you mean. 
I've never even had her remove her pants. There just 
isn't enough time, for one thing, plus I have two 
female assistants who are always about. There's too 
great a chance I'd get caught. I've seen your wife's 
breasts, yes, and taken some pictures. I've done that 
with a lot of women. And rather than make them just 
feel good about their backs, I've expanded the benefits 
of Chiropractic to fulfilling sex. They're happy. You 
should be happy. They feel better. I get to satisfy my 
libido while filling my bank account. And that's really 
about it."

Steven gave him a skeptical look. "That all sounds very 
reasonable, but I have my doubts. You could use your 
video so that patients forget that they had to wait an 
extra half hour for their appointment, and you could 
use it to make your patients think their appointment 
started late, when in fact, you had liberty with them 
for as long as you wanted. And as for your staff, you 
could easily have them watch the video and have them 
forget what they've seen you do. I can only think of 
one solution here."

He looked at me, emotions mixed between panic and hope. 
What hope did he have? "Your office, does it have a 
VCR?"

"Yes."

"The only way I'll let you out of this is for you to 
watch your video, and then answer the questions for me. 
That's your only option, short of being exposed."

The doctor gave a somewhat defeated look. He said, "I 
know what you're thinking, but the film won't work on 
me. We've got to find some other terms. I'll be happy 
to give you your wife's pictures back, and the 
videotapes she's brought me. This has the potential of 
too much trouble. How about this? There's two more 
copies of the videotape in my safe. We can destroy them 
together. Just to give you some reassurance, I'll give 
you a few pictures of my wife." He reached into his 
desk drawer and removed several pictures. I looked. If 
he was a graying Ken, she was a nude 30ish Barbie. Wow. 
The face in the picture matched a photo on his desk, a 
portrait that pictured them together. It seemed legit.

"Keep those under wraps. If she finds out, I've had it. 
I can't afford a divorce." Dr. Gilliam opened the safe 
and removed the videotapes. He had a hammer in another 
desk drawer, and offered it to Steven. They stepped 
outside through his private door to the rear of the 
building, and Steven smashed the tapes, pulling the 
film from them. He then threw them in a dumpster.

Dr. Gilliam looked worried, and he had reason to be. 
His business was likely to go on the decline. "I'd 
appreciate it if you left that little tape with me," he 
said.

"No, I don't think so," Steven said. "I have no way of 
knowing whether you have more tapes, or more pictures 
of Hayley and me. We'll call it a draw."

He nodded, reluctantly accepting the terms. "Okay. A 
draw. Anything else?"

"Yes, this visit was free." He nodded again and 
escorted Steven to the lobby before taking his next 
patient, an absolutely gorgeous 20 or so year old that 
Steven couldn't imagine had any problem with her back. 
The things he could do with that tape.

Steven figured it was probably best not to tell Hayley 
about what had happened. No doubt her Chiropractic 
visits would soon end, without the hypnotic suggestions 
that it was working so well. He thought about telling 
her to see another doctor, but that would just arouse 
suspicion. With any justice, the doctor's practice 
would be meeting its end in the next several months.

***

Dr. Gilliam seethed. Steven was smart to figure him 
out. But he was also gullible. He removed the master 
copy of his videotape from an unlocked file cabinet... 
the best place to keep your valuables. He amused 
himself and laughed shortly. Steven's audiotape was too 
incriminating, and many of his clients were too 
distinguished to hear about the "privileges" he allowed 
himself. If they found out, he'd be in jail. Worse, two 
were wives of pro football players. He'd be dead.

In a way, Steven had answered a question that he'd been 
tantalizing himself with. As a recent widower, the 
prospect of using his tape to get more than a titty 
grab HAD occurred to him, and Hayley was a fine piece 
of ass. It was finding an opportunity that he had been 
careful with, and with Hayley, he now had an 
opportunity and a purpose. Sweet.

If Steven had just made him watch the tape, he would 
have revealed everything. Sucker. He had no idea how 
the thing worked, but if he could suggest to a woman 
that she couldn't see "Fuck Me" written on her body, 
his personal signature of sorts, it seemed like the 
tape could be used for about anything. It was time to 
push the envelope.

***

Hayley arrived on time for her Chiropractic appointment 
the following Tuesday, after her part-time work. Dr. 
Gilliam's assistant had called and asked if a later 
afternoon appointment would be okay, as something had 
come up, and she found that she was the last 
appointment for the day.

When she got to the patient room, Dr. Gilliam held up a 
video and asked if she had seen it. It looked familiar, 
but for the life of her, she couldn't remember anything 
about it. The doctor started the tape and left the room 
while she watched.

They chatted a bit, he made an adjustment to her back, 
and she headed home. Her van clock said 7:00. She 
looked at her watch. 7:00. What? Where had the time 
gone? The video must have been longer than she thought, 
although, thinking about it, she didn't seem to 
remember much about it. She wondered if she was having 
a problem with her memory. She hurried as best she 
could through traffic to get home. She was surprisingly 
tired, so she fixed sandwiches, ate and then went 
upstairs to shower. Steven seemed to accept that she 
got hung up in traffic.

She felt unusually sticky. In the bathroom, she started 
the shower water, undressed, then looked in the mirror 
and saw what she recognized as cum, dried on her cunt, 
and a trail of small dried drops leading up to her 
breasts as well. This panicked her. She looked again in 
the mirror. She had what Steven referred to as her 
"just fucked look," red splotches on her skin with a 
healthy glow. But she hadn't had sex with Steven in a 
couple of days, and she had showered since then, at 
least twice, and just this morning, in fact! The time 
lapse occurred to her. She couldn't remember anything, 
but the only possible answer was that Dr. Gilliam 
had...

Just then, Steven opened the bathroom door, naked, with 
a raging hard-on, and pushed her into the shower. She 
was being taken, all over again, just like her Viking 
story. How many times had she been taken lately? Dr. 
Gilliam! She didn't remember telling him about her 
favorite book, but somehow she knew she had! Steven 
engulfed a breast with his mouth, then sucked her 
nipple fiercely, just short of biting it with his 
teeth. The pleasure almost became pain when he lowered 
himself to her cunt, and horrified thoughts of "NO! NO! 
NOOOOOO!" raged through her mind. 

He didn't stop the licking. Couldn't he taste...? Maybe 
the shower water would wash it away in time... The 
pressure of his tongue on her clit and the thought of 
her husband slurping another man's cum from her cunt 
sent her pulse racing. And the realization that she had 
been fucked without knowing it was a taboo far beyond a 
rape by a conquering Viking. She screamed in her 
orgasm. Loud.

The following week, Hayley received another call from 
the Chiropractor, requesting another appointment 
change, and again, it was for the last appointment of 
the day. Fine. While she had shared in a fantasy she 
didn't even know she had, a confrontation was at hand.

***

Dr. Gilliam almost couldn't concentrate on his patients 
through the day. Hayley had been a great fuck, and he 
would fuck her again, but he had a purpose to achieve. 
And while Hayley had been quite a willing participant 
under his spell, the next time, and from now on, he 
would have her of her own will. Sweet.

He finished with his last patient, and told his 
receptionist she could go ahead and leave, for which 
she gave him a disapproving look. Time for her to watch 
a video... It wouldn't do to have his receptionist 
suspect he was getting intimate with a married patient. 
He locked up.

He opened the door to the room in which his forthcoming 
fuck awaited, and, ...what a mixed signal! Hayley 
stood, fury on her face, but her nipples were rock 
hard, poking through the fabric of her blouse, 
apparently without the restriction of a bra. As he 
stared at her breasts, she raced forward, slapped him 
hard across the face and yelled "Bastard! You bastard!" 
Yeah, he thought, I am. But you're turned on. 
Otherwise, why no bra? And a skirt? She always wore 
slacks or shorts. How much did she know?

She slapped him again. He apparently wasn't paying 
enough attention. "How could you? You fucked me! I 
found your cum all over me when I got home!" Huh? Hell. 
He had forgotten to make her oblivious to any signs of 
sex. He had only made her forget about having sex and 
to suspect the video for being longer than she 
remembered. Well, it really didn't matter if she knew. 
He was about to tell her anyway. But something about it 
turned her on...of, course! Her rape fantasy. Her 
favorite book. He had drawn that out from her about two 
months ago, and he had used it subtly in his 
suggestions. Subtlety was at an end.

"Hayley, we need to talk. Step into my office and I'll 
show you a couple things."

She followed him in, and sat in one of his chairs. He 
opened his safe and retrieved a video. The best lies 
are mixed with truth.

"Your husband is a smart man, Hayley. He visited me a 
couple of weeks ago and confronted me with an audio 
tape, from a recorder he had placed in your purse." 
Hayley looked intrigued. This likely wasn't at all the 
conversation she had been expecting.

"The tape proves that I use a videotape about 
Chiropractic terms to hypnotize some of my patients, in 
this case, you." He could see that Hayley seemed to 
register understanding about how she had been fucked, 
as well as the loss of an hour and a half or so. He 
explained how the particular audiotape suggested that 
she make an ice dildo, and exhibit herself to whatever 
world was beyond the door or window she had stood by. 
"The tape also, I might add, unfortunately, included me 
suggesting that your breasts were uneven and that you 
should display them to me in hope of an adjustment." 
Hayley looked down at her breasts briefly, again 
understanding. "That's right, they're perfectly 
matched."

"Bastard," Hayley snarled in a low voice.

"Steven asked me if I had done anything further than 
that. I told him 'no.' There wasn't time during normal 
appointment schedules for anything beyond, basically, 
teenage petting. I gave him all the photographs of your 
breasts I had taken. As he thought about it, I think 
the potential power of the videotape got to his head. 
He demanded a copy. I refused, for which you should be 
grateful. And I'll show you why."

He placed his video in the VCR and hit 'play.' He saw 
the mistrust on her eyes.

"Don't watch the video until you're confident that it's 
not the hypnotic one. Go ahead. Look away." He started 
the movie. He stifled a chuckle as Hayley's voice 
filled the room, from the TV. It was soft. Submissive. 
"Fuck me. Please? I've been admiring...wanting you for 
weeks."

Hayley's eyes opened wide and turned her head to watch, 
so Dr. Gilliam, knowing his fish was hooked and all but 
pulled on board, watched with her. It showed her 
walking on her knees, to his crotch, unfastening his 
belt, unfastening his pants, reaching in his underwear 
to pull out his cock. My 8" cock, Dr. Gilliam thought. 
Bigger than your husband, aren't I? You aren't used to 
that, are you? He had to control another chuckle. He 
had watched the video repeatedly the night before, but 
now, he was enjoying watching Hayley, shock on her 
face, her mouth open, paralyzed in stunned silence. Her 
face was a magnificent glowing red. Her nipples hard. 
Sweet. He would enjoy her. He let the video continue. 
There wouldn't be any more dialogue in the video, he 
knew. He started talking after the movie showed his 
first orgasm, into HER pussy.

"It goes on for another 30 minutes or so. You sucked my 
cock back to life, and we had another go. I had mixed 
feelings about doing this, Hayley, and here's why." She 
looked at him, skepticism mixed with fury, fury mixed 
with passion. Or so he hoped. Soon now...

"That audio tape threatens my business, you understand. 
Steven threatened my medical license, newspaper 
exposure, that kind of thing. Although I had given him 
pictures of my wife, naked..." He sounded downcast. 
"You know she died several months ago." Hayley was 
watching the video, which showed her sucking his cock 
like a porn star. "So he took those pictures of my 
wife, and I gave him the pictures I had taken of you. 
He wins, you know? I asked him what it would take for 
me to get the tape back from him. You're not going to 
like his answer." Hayley turned to look at him. Her 
nipples were still hard nubs. Sweet. Worth lying for. 
He tried what he hoped was his most sincere voice. "He 
said he would trade it for a video of me fucking you."

With that, the color draining from her face. "He 
didn't!" She looked distant, her thoughts unfathomable.

"He did. And I don't know if I can trust a man who 
would have his wife fucked by another man. I have a 
business and my reputation to protect. Unfortunately, 
that's going to make things more difficult for you." He 
could tell Hayley was sensing an impending doom. "Step 
over to my computer." This was going to be fun. Hayley 
sat in a rolling chair, still showing some spirit in 
that she wasn't afraid to look. He logged onto the 
internet, and went to his own website, 
www.boughtandpaidfor.com. Tears formed in Hayley's 
eyes. In bold capital yellow letters across the screen 
was her name. "H A Y L E Y." 

And underneath, in slightly smaller print, "Slut wife." 
As he scrolled down the screen, he revealed that the 
website included the photos of her breasts he had 
taken, stills from the video she had just been 
watching, and stills from a video of her fucking 
Steven. He clicked on a thumbnail picture. A picture of 
Steven's cock in her cunt filled the screen. He hit the 
"back" button, and then clicked on a link for effect. A 
small square appeared on the screen and a video began 
of Steven cumming on her face, audio included, with her 
giggling after he was done.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you about those. I had you bring 
me all your sex tapes and nude photos a couple months 
or so ago. Steven took them back, but not before I 
digitized them. See? Here's a Polaroid of you posing 
naked. I believe you said that was 12 years ago. Look 
how young you look. It's too bad the color is fading. 

"But I digress. Here's the point. Your sister is a 
client. She even sent me a joke e-mail that went out to 
all her friends, including their e-mail addresses. She 
told me who your friends are. Who your pastor is. I 
have clients that go to your church. I know where your 
husband works. All of them are going to get an 
anonymous note that lists this website." He let that 
sink in. Hayley hunched over in her seat, placing her 
hands over her face. "UNLESS, you do what I want." 
Hayley looked frozen, probably just beginning to 
imagine what things he would do with her. "Hey, look, 
the counter shows 18 people have been to the site 
already, and I haven't even registered it with the 
search engines."

***

Hayley had searched all over the damn house before 
finding the cursed audiotape, hidden in one of Steven's 
jacket pockets in his closet. She had searched his 
closet first, but hadn't thought of checking the 
pockets until she came up empty everywhere else. She 
had played it, and it said exactly what the good Doctor 
had said it did. Damn him! She didn't have the means to 
copy a micro-cassette, so she played it next to an old 
cassette recorder, and got a poor copy as a backup, at 
least, if things didn't work out the way she hoped. And 
it was only hope. She had no plan. She could try 
blackmailing him with the audio, but he could likely 
hypnotize her all over again and make her forget she 
even had it. She was stuck.

The good doctor had known that Steven was away on a 
fishing trip this weekend, which she somewhat 
remembered telling him a few weeks earlier. As she 
approached his house, she felt, simply, ruined. The 
website would be disastrous. She didn't think that the 
video had been Steven's idea, but she couldn't be sure, 
especially the way he had charged in on her before she 
showered, just after she had been fucked by the doctor. 
He hadn't been at all curious or upset that she was so 
late. Did he know? In any case, the video didn't show 
the doctor's face, but the body was obviously not her 
husbands. If her friends or family saw it, they would 
have to move. Or worse, even if it was his idea, Steven 
could divorce her, blaming her for cheating on him. The 
evidence would show it. But he loved her. She knew he 
did.

And she loved him. Yet, here she was, at the Doctor's 
house, knowing that she would have sex with some number 
of guys. She had no bags, although she knew she would 
be there two nights until midday Sunday, so that she 
would be home in time for Steven's return. She parked 
the van, noticing that others' cars were already there. 
She walked to the front door, feeling a mild, cool 
breeze blow through her blouse and hair, across her 
flesh. Which, in contrast to the ruin that lay beyond 
the door, made her feel surprisingly sensuous. She rang 
the doorbell.

Dr. Gilliam opened the door, all smiles. "Super! You're 
here, right on time. I knew you would be. You look 
fantastic." She smiled at the compliment; she had 
worked on her looks all day it seemed, in a dreamy 
nightmare of sensual pleasures and utter humiliation. 
But here she was, and she would go through with it. She 
didn't have a choice. 

Her hair was placed perfectly, well brushed and pulled 
back to fall below her shoulders. Steven liked it loose 
during sex. She wore high heeled spaghetti strap 
sandals, an olive skirt, and a very light beige sweater 
vest, which hinted at a lacy bra beneath. It was 
something she had worn on a night out with Steven. 
Alluring, but not trampy. "Do you have the...?" She cut 
his question short by handing him the audiotape. He 
looked delighted.

She followed Dr. Gilliam to his entertainment room. It 
included a pool table, a card table, a wide screen TV, 
two recliners, and a couch. There were two men seated 
at the card table, both good looking, which, frankly, 
disappointed her. She was hoping they would be ugly so 
that she could just hate them and the entire 
experience, rather than herself. They looked at her 
quizzically, however. Not the eyes of sex-starved 
maniacs. Late 30's, early 40's. Marriage rings.

"Gentlemen, this is the surprise I promised. Her name 
is Hayley." At least he didn't say my last name, she 
thought. "Remember the convention we went to in the 
Bahamas a few years ago?" They looked at her with more 
interest. "Hayley's not a hooker for the evening, 
though. She's married, and she's a patient. But she's 
also mine to fuck. And tonight, Hayley will perform 
just about anything we want her to." He grabbed her ass 
as he said this, giving her a good squeeze. At this, 
their eyes did turn to hunger, and she was surprised as 
a baritone emerged from the kitchen. "Well, hello 
there!" A black man, well... chocolate brown, maybe 
even a dark bronze, walked in. He, too, was good 
looking. Muscular. Big. She was going to hate herself. 
Why was she doing this? She knew the answer before she 
even asked the question.

Dr. Gilliam led her to the kitchen, where he showed her 
around. Her first duties of the night would be to serve 
as a waitress to them as they played cards and watched 
a pre-season Friday night football game. She carried in 
a tray of beers and set them on the table, which had 
cutouts for holding drinks. She expected to be groped, 
and she was. As she leaned over placing the last beer, 
a man introduced himself as Mac, held her left tit 
between his hand and didn't let go. He said, "Richard, 
I seem to remember in Nassau that our... waitress... 
was topless. How does this work, do you tell her what 
to do or can we?"

"Hayley will only obey me, but I'll tell her do 
anything you want. She knows what this is about, and 
she came of her own free will. Didn't you Hayley?"

The Doctor had given her specific instructions on how 
she was to play her role. She died inside as she 
answered, but in a surprisingly eager voice. "You know 
I'm yours," she winked, and after a pause concluded, 
"to do with... whatever... you... want."

"Hayley, remove your top." Her face turned red as the 
men turned to watch. "And the bra." Dr. Gilliam had 
said that she was to perform, actually, to happily 
perform whatever he said. He had actually driven the 
role home when he had said that she should consider 
herself his tamed captive. Just like the book. And this 
was why she would hate herself, and had been hating 
herself all day. She could still hate him for what he 
was making her do, but she feared the guilt of enjoying 
herself even more. Her guilt began with the breeze 
tantalizing her skin when she arrived on his porch, 
when she realized she was already excited, already wet, 
already willing to fuck, without even putting up a 
fight.

So she turned her back to them, humiliation burning 
within, removed her bra, and then turned to give them a 
look at her tits. The excitement quenched her 
humiliation with an even stronger fire. They were 
staring at her breasts, the breasts of a captive slave 
who, truly, had no choice in the matter.

Dr. Gilliam soon took control as they began to move 
towards her. "Wait guys. Remember Nassau. Winner of the 
hand gets to suck her tits for a minute. Hayley, go get 
the Readi Whip." The term "whip" startled her, before 
she understood what he was asking. Whatever game they 
were playing was some variation of Poker. Mac won. She 
stood in front of him as he left his chair to get a 
better angle of attacking her tits. The good doctor 
handed Mac the can of Readi Whip, which Mac sprayed 
onto each of her nipples. Her nipples were already 
hard. The Readi Whip was just... cold. Mac licked 
around her breast before closing in on her nipple. She 
saw the desire in the men's eyes, and then her cunt 
went crazy on her as Mac seemed to swallow the front 
half of her other breast at once. Her juices were 
flowing.

Dr. Gilliam took control again. "That's good, Mac. I 
think she's hot already. Hayley, there's a jar of 
cherries in the refrigerator. Bring them here, and 
return, let's see... how was it? Oh, yes. Return only 
wearing your shoes." The other men had grins, obviously 
having done this before. "You guys know what the next 
hand wins." There was a tense laughter that followed 
her.

Safe in the kitchen, she stopped a moment to catch her 
breath. This was it. She was about to be gang-banged. 
From a steady diet of her husband the past 15 years or 
so, to two trysts with the Doctor, one unbeknownst to 
her and the other a quickie after he confronted her 
with the web site. He had enjoyed it, not just 
physically, she knew, but due to the power of breaking 
her will, making her decide, or rather admit, then and 
there that she was trapped. His to use. Yes, he had 
enjoyed the power, the power of stripping her as she 
trembled before him, the power of making her beg to 
fuck him, the power of making her get on her knees, 
spread her cunt lips, and guide his shaft within her. 
The power of making her a slut. Of her own will.

Did it really matter in the great scheme of things that 
she would be fucked yet again? Not if Steven never 
found out. That was her goal. Steven must never find 
out. She found the cherries. She saw chocolate syrup on 
the same shelf. She hoped that wouldn't be next. What a 
mess that would make. She closed the refrigerator door.

She looked down. Her naked breasts hung there, as they 
always had. The sight of her breasts had never meant 
anything to her sexually, but the fact that another 
man, a stranger, had sucked them, that others would, 
turned her on. She removed her skirt and then her 
panties. Soaked. They would find her... wet... so, wet.

She returned to the entertainment room, all eyes on 
her. Why was the football game still on? She would be 
the entertainment. She felt wetness trickle down her 
thigh as she walked. She hadn't thought about the 
effect her hairless cunt would have on them. Catcalls. 
The doctor waved for her to stand beside him. He took 
the jar of cherries from her, and gave them to the 
black man, whose name she didn't know. The men stood, 
and the Doctor placed a heavy cover that fit over the 
card table. The card game, she knew, was over.

Dr. Gilliam said, "Anyone done this since Nassau?" They 
all shook their heads, no. "I liked it so much I put 
that portrait with the hooker on my desk at work for 
the fond memory." They all laughed.

The black man had apparently won the round. He came 
around the table, put the cherries down, and grabbed 
her pelvis with both massive hands. He lifted her up 
onto the table, where she quickly understood she was to 
spread her legs. He reached for the cherries. Long 
stems.

"Man, she's wet! Did you see how that slid in there?" 
Hayley felt two more pushed in, the last of which he 
apparently controlled by holding the stem. He lowered 
his face, biting the stem, and pulled the cherry out of 
her cunt. He ate it. The doctor said what she hoped the 
black man was thinking, "Sweet." A black man hardly 
touching her, and she was ready to be fucked.

The man inserted a finger, then another, easily into 
her cunt. He found her G-spot, but she was distracted 
by the remaining two cherries being moved about within 
her. He removed his hand, holding the two stems. She 
was certain the other two cherries were crushed inside 
her cunt. He lowered his head, this time using his 
tongue.

It felt so different. He wasn't trying at all to turn 
her on, but concentrated on lapping her juices to his 
content. And the cherry juices... of, course. He 
emerged from between her legs with a huge smile on his 
face. "Man, two years. That was good." A short 
conversation indicated that no one had been able to 
talk their wives into doing that, and Hayley settled 
herself in for turns. The bottle of cherries gradually 
became empty. She smelled the cherry juice as much as 
the smell of her sex. Mac was last and seemed to take 
breaks from his snack to actually give her a little 
pleasure, more than a little. In return, she responded 
by moving her hips, guiding his tongue, his face, to 
maximize her pleasure.

Her bucking was misunderstood. The fourth man, Keith, 
said "Look at her, she wants to get fucked! Richard, 
how did you find this slut? And she's married?" Hayley 
knew Steven wasn't the only married man whose sex life 
had settled down. And the word, "slut." She didn't want 
to think about a proper definition, but yes, she felt 
it. She was a slut, for the weekend, at least. And he 
was right. She did want to be fucked. She even enjoyed 
the idea of besting his wife, a woman she would never 
meet, in giving him a thrill.

Following the last instruction the Doctor had given her 
role for the evening, for just this moment, when sex 
was inevitable, Hayley said, "Please, Doctor, would you 
let them fuck me now?"

The words reminded her that she was HIS captive, and it 
reminded the men that she was HIS sex slave. Her 
fantasy again. She wanted to be filled with cock. What 
was he waiting for?

The doctor responded by removing his pants. He was the 
last to do so. The others had been stroking themselves, 
although she hadn't been able to watch. She didn't 
remember actually seeing the doctor's cock, other than 
watching the video in his office. It had seemed large 
then, and it had felt large within her, but as she saw 
him approach, she marveled at its size. Maybe two 
inches longer than Steven, and just as thick. He slid 
the head in, her lips spreading to accommodate him. He 
felt wonderful. He backed up slightly, then thrust 
forward, filling her. The words "ooohhh, yessss" 
escaped from her lips before she could even think of 
controlling herself. The doctor thrust in again, 
staring into her eyes, knowing he had her. And he would 
be right. The bastard.

A marvelously dark cock slapped onto her cheek. She 
turned her head, and took it in. The pre-cum was 
quickly devoured, and she quickly adapted to the 
novelty of a new cock, a new shape, a new texture, a 
new taste. Her hand grabbed at his balls, so large, 
hanging from his shaft. His cock was about the same 
size as her husband, and just as she was realizing a 
little disappointment from the stereotype of a black 
man's cock, the Doctor's pace picked up in her cunt, 
and she could feel his hot jism shooting within her. 

She returned her attentions to the sucking the cock at 
her mouth when Mac began to fuck her, building up 
speed. She wanted to have him cum with another man's 
cock in her mouth. Two at once... She grasped the black 
shaft with her hand, stroking it while she sucked and 
licked the head of his cock. The shaft felt smaller 
than Steven's did, but the head was so big. Just as Mac 
blasted within her, she could feel the cock in her hand 
pulse, then cum shot in her mouth and on her face. It 
didn't seem to end. 
She reached to her face to unclog her nose, and felt 
his cum just...everywhere.

He stepped back, a dominating presence, a masterful 
expression. "Man, that white bitch can suck!" He 
returned to stroking his cock, preparing to give her 
more. Mac stepped up with his limp cock, which she 
sucked, tasting the mixture of juices. She didn't 
particularly like it, but she liked the idea of what it 
was. She felt Keith slip within her, not much of a 
presence to whatever cock he had, but it felt good for 
her cunt to be filled. 

Mac recovered surprisingly quickly, as she felt the 
hardness of his shaft with her hand, the velvety 
mushroom head between her lips. She heard Keith say, 
"Hayley, you are one... hot... slut!" She felt him 
shoot, but less so as he pulled out to spray her 
hairless pubic area. Perhaps at the sight of this man 
cumming on her, Mac orgasmed again, pulling out of her 
mouth and cumming on her face. Her eyes were covered 
with cum. She was afraid to open them, and began to 
move the globs of jism from her face with her fingers.

The Doctor surprised her by placing a couch pillow 
under her head, giving her a view just as the black man 
penetrated her. The doctor's head was somewhat in the 
way as he too watched, while fondling and licking a 
breast. The black man's cock was pitch black, so much 
darker than the rest of his skin, and the sight of it 
going in and out of her white, cum covered cunt would 
be a memory to relive. She felt kind of stretched, and 
his cock didn't feel as good as it might another time, 
but she felt his huge balls slapping against her ass.

She reached down with a hand to work her clit. Catcalls 
again. Her body tensed. She heard voices, "what a hot 
bitch... who's married to that? ...who cares? She fucks 
better than that pro in Nassau... better looking, 
too... I'd like to have that piece of ass every night" 
It all went somehow to her head. She closed her eyes, 
concentrating on the moment. 

The cock within her, the balls slapping against her, 
the doctor's manipulation of her nipple, the pleasure 
she was giving her clit. The satisfaction of satisfying 
4 men, who appreciated her for nothing other than the 
sex she was giving. The fact that she was conquered, 
and the thrill of enjoying it. Her body shook as the 
orgasms washed over her, wave after wave. She had 
never, ever, experienced such an orgasm.

She opened her eyes as the black man withdrew from her 
cunt. He came just as her orgasm was subsiding. His cum 
shot a long steady stream, over her stomach, onto the 
Doctor's face, who was still licking her tit. The 
bastard deserved it, and he obviously wasn't pleased. 
Fuck him.

There seemed to be a break in the action - the men 
putting on their pants, at least, and talking about 
what they had just done. She laid there, resting a 
while, before the Doctor said, "The rule is you're not 
allowed to clean yourself off until we're all done. Now 
go get us some beers. She passed a mirror on the way to 
the kitchen. "Slut" was the word that came to mind. 
"Whore" might have fit, but this wasn't for money.

She thought that might be it for the night. Hoped it 
would be. Hoped it wouldn't be. Her cunt would be sore 
if they fucked her much more, but she hoped they would. 
Her nipple was sore where the good doctor had sucked at 
it and pinched it with his teeth. She knew that the 
next day would be more of the same, and possibly much 
of Sunday. She tried to imagine the life ahead of her, 
married by night, slut by day. She didn't trust the 
doctor to use her wisely, either. 

If these men liked having their picture taken with a 
hooker in Nassau, she couldn't help but suspect the 
good Doctor would give them digital pictures of her. 
She felt sad for herself, as she thought of the unknown 
number of men that the Doctor would share her with. 
Over what? Weeks? Months? Years? Until he tired of her 
and ruined her? She had no way out. None. Murder? 

She couldn't see herself doing it. Plus there was too 
much evidence against her. The captured damsel in her 
novel got out of captivity by falling in love with her 
captor, and making fall in love with her. She didn't 
see that happening here. She was captured. And useful 
for fucking. She hadn't imagined this particular end. 
The story always ended happily. She felt a tear form in 
her eye as she realized that she had been happy, just 
moments before, being useful for fucking.

The beer seemed to flow, particularly for the Doctor. 
They watched football while she laid across their laps, 
pawing at her, sucking at her. They used her cunt for 
"flavoring" each long neck bottle they opened. They all 
but drank beer from her cunt. She lost count of the 
blowjobs she gave. They seemed to run out of cum, but 
they enjoyed having her to look at while she sucked 
them anyway. She tired of it, but the variety in sizes, 
tastes, responses to her touch, somehow continued to 
keep her...wet.

Near the end of the football game, the Doctor had put 
on the radio and told her to dance. It might have been 
better if she could have done a strip tease, but all 
she had was her heeled shoes. She had danced well, and, 
she thought, provocatively. She had never seen a 
stripper, but she couldn't imagine anyone could provide 
a more explicit show. Some of it had been at the 
Doctor's direction, such as removing cum from her cunt 
and licking it off her finger. She did it. Some was at 
her own initiative. After bending over and giving them 
a few of her ass, someone had said, "There's still cum 
dripping out of there." She fixed that by scooping it 
out with her hands and spreading it on her tits. Then 
she licked it off her tits, cum, with a flavor of 
Molson. There was no shyness, if there ever had been.

The game ended, and the Doctor's guests had to head 
home soon. Their wives expected them. He led her to his 
couch, and had her bend over. Each of the men fucked 
her a last time. By the third, it began to hurt. By the 
fourth, it did. The Doctor whispered an instruction, 
and she escorted them to the door, inviting them back 
Saturday at any time, if they could make it. They all 
would. Of course. There might be other friends who 
would come, too. She was scared of the physical toll on 
her body that would bring, but the praise they had 
given her would make it worthwhile. She was known as a 
great fuck, and would be known by others. They each 
took a farewell grope, except for Mac, who gave her a 
kiss on the cheek. Her first kiss of the night.

She was now alone with the Doctor, which scared her. 
They hadn't been mean or cruel to her, but she knew he 
would be. While the men were watching football, and she 
was sucking Mr. Anonymous' cock, the men had asked the 
Doctor how he had found Hayley. He didn't really 
answer, but just said it was a power he had over women. 
He concluded with the thought that he might even send 
her home on Sunday full of cum, just after her husband 
returned from his weekend trip. Hayley had almost 
slipped into guilt, but someone had found her G-spot, 
and she had found it easier to suck and enjoy.

But now the guilt was sinking in. With the men gone, so 
had the main attraction of this reality. Only the 
bastard remained. The Doctor changed the channel to the 
news, and she sucked his cock while he finished his 
beer. He wasn't soft. He wasn't hard. His cock was worn 
out. But still, she licked and sucked, thinking, 
hoping, that some sort of opportunity might present 
itself.

The news ended, and the Doctor led her to the bedroom, 
where he used handcuffs to secure one wrist to one of 
the front corner feet on his bed. He showered, then 
returned and crawled into bed. The lack of civility in 
not even allowing her to shower infuriated her. And why 
had he handcuffed her? He knew she would stay for the 
weekend. He had her. She was his slut.

But there had to be a reason... and the only reason 
that she could think of was not that she would leave, 
but that she would find something! He had given her a 
pillow and a blanket, at least, but with her hand 
cuffed it was too awkward to lie comfortably. She 
looked at the cuffs. There was no way of breaking them, 
or getting her hands out. She had no idea where the key 
was. She assessed the situation.

It finally came to her. The Doctor was indeed drunk. 
Had any picked any of the rails of the footboard, she 
would trapped. Maybe he thought that the other rails 
would be too high for her to be comfortable enough to 
sleep. What a kind bastard.

She heard the doctor snore. She decided that if this 
idea worked, she would need to see a Chiropractor. That 
almost made her laugh. She snaked her body under the 
bed, and managed to move the pillow between her back 
and the bed frame. Using her elbows and back, she tried 
to lift the bed frame, and, specifically, the foot of 
the bed, off the floor. The bed was king size and 
terribly heavy, but it didn't take too long before she 
found the right position that she thought would make it 
work. The Doctor was still snoring, and she hoped this 
last effort wouldn't wake him. She raised her back, and 
the bed lifted. The handcuff slipped off the bottom of 
the post.

Now, to use the opportunity. If it failed, she was 
probably ruined for life. But there was hope. She hoped 
he was a heavy sleeper, because she felt her best odds 
were to start in his bedroom. He had left the bathroom 
light on, which gave enough light for her to see, but 
barely. There was also a small nightlight on a wall 
receptacle. Maybe the bastard had nightmares in the 
dark... She found the handcuff key first, on top of the 
bedside table. That helped. She found a pistol in a 
drawer. She knew a little about revolvers and saw that 
it was loaded. She figured out where the safety device 
was. It was on. She turned it off. She didn't plan to 
use it, but it might just be helpful...

She was searching for this famed hypnotic video, 
figuring he would be a fool not to keep one at home. 
Had he used it on his wife? She didn't pursue the train 
of thought. She didn't find it in his bedroom. She went 
to the entertainment room, as it had a VCR. Maybe he 
kept it handy for dates, the bastard. She opened the 
cabinet door, and there it was. At least, she hoped 
that was it. The title seemed familiar. Watching it 
would get her into a mess, so she just trusted that it 
was the right one. If it wasn't, maybe the gun would be 
an adequate persuasion tool. And she did have the 
handcuffs... 

She saw that another video was in the VCR. It had her 
name on it. She turned the TV on, muted it, and played 
the video. It was the video the doctor had taken of her 
being fucked in his office. Since he was such a camera 
freak, she looked around the entertainment room to make 
sure her new life as a slut hadn't been recorded. She 
didn't see anything that looked like a camera.

She disappointed to find that her blouse and bra seemed 
to have disappeared. Maybe someone took it as a 
souvenir. She found her skirt on the kitchen floor. The 
panties were gone. Something was better than nothing.

She returned to his bedroom, turned the VCR on, and 
inserted the tape. She quickly hit "stop" before it 
would automatically play. Then she turned the TV on. 
This hypnotic thing apparently worked visually, since 
the audiotape didn't seem to have an effect. She turned 
the volume down. The TV cast a blue glow over the room 
and his sleeping form. She thought briefly about how 
she was going to manage this. Then, it was time for 
sleepy boy to wake up.

She went to the bathroom, poured a cup of water, 
returned, and dumped it on his face. He became somewhat 
alert, and then alarmed as she turned the bedside lamp 
on. He found himself staring at the barrel of his own 
.357 magnum, being held by the otherwise enticing 
topless form of what had been his willing sex kitten 
hours earlier. He started to raise himself and say 
something, but she drew back the hammer. He retreated 
to his pillow.

"You, bastard, are going to watch a video. If I have to 
shoot you, I'll be embarrassed when the police find 
pictures and videos of me naked. But there's enough 
evidence that the police will believe my story about 
the pervert quack doctor, especially since I'll be 
telling them the truth. So it's your choice. Die, or 
watch the screen." 

He nodded toward the screen. She stepped back so that 
she was aside the TV, where she could make sure he kept 
his eyes glued to the screen. The TV was less than 10' 
from the bed, and there was no way she could miss if 
she had to shoot. With six shots, anyway. She started 
the VCR, and he watched.

Hayley did what her idiot, but loving, husband should 
have done. She found out everything. After a few 
commands, they started taking care of things. All the 
hypnotic videos in the house were found. All the photos 
of his patients in the house were found. He logged onto 
the internet and destroyed the website he had created. 
The counter had read 1,880. Damn. He must have 
registered it, but there was nothing to be done about 
the files people may have copied. They went to the 
computer where the files were stored. She reformatted 
the entire drive. There were no other copies except at 
the office.

So, they would have to drive to the office. She had to 
wear one of his shirts, and found her shoes. Sleepy boy 
would have to stay in his pajamas. At the office 
another hard drive was re-formatted, photos were handed 
over, and videos were gathered. She piled it all into a 
suitcase she had brought from his house. There were no 
other copies of anything related to his hypnotic 
controls that she didn't possess. IF he was telling the 
truth. He seemed to be giving her all she had asked 
for. But Steven had been satisfied too.

They returned to his house, where all was quiet, as it 
should be at 4:00 a.m. She gave him a final suggestion, 
that she had very much enjoyed plotting during the 
return drive, tucked him into bed, and counted him to 
sleep, "one, two, three."

Her drive home was one of self-congratulations and, she 
admitted, fulfillment. It had been fun. Not her choice, 
but it had been fun. The men had had their fun, too, 
but it had been about as gentlemanly as a gang-bang 
could get, she supposed. Her reverie was interrupted 
when she was pulled over by a police car. Speeding 12 
miles over.

The officer looked her over, probing her face and body 
with his flashlight, then the interior of the van. She 
was glad he didn't look too far down her legs. She 
hadn't cleaned those up, and she was a sticky mess. She 
realized that the man's shirt she was wearing and the 
suitcase would tell him all he needed to know - that 
she had slept with a man and was returning home. It was 
unlikely he would suspect her of anything else, driving 
in a family van as she was. The man, whose face she 
could never make out, let her off with a warning.

***

Saturday, she made a fire in the backyard. Her romance 
novel was first. She had lived that and beyond. The 
photos the Doctor took were interesting. She was 
comforted that her sister was not among them. Some of 
the people she knew; most she didn't. She burned them 
all. The videos she also threw in. The noxious fumes of 
burning plastic drove her away from the fire, but she 
had to return to dump in one other tape.

The video of the Doctor fucking her really turned her 
on. She had watched it several times that afternoon, 
cumming each time she watched it. If the video had 
included all four men, she would have kept it, 
somewhere. But the video was too dangerous to keep 
around the house. Steven must never know.

During the evening, she deprogrammed herself. She had 
to, before Steven's return on Sunday. Her emotions 
competed with her logic, which competed with her cunt. 
She imagined the men showing up at the Doctors house, 
ready to fuck her. Her motions told her to feel guilty 
for having enjoyed it. Her cunt told her to go back, 
live a little more, and conclude the night with a 
commemorative video. Her logic said, simply, "No." 

Too much potential for disease, pregnancy, physical 
harm. It was safe now. The men would have asked for 
Hayley, and the Doctor wouldn't remember who she was. 
IF the video had worked. She would know by a few days. 
Her cunt hadn't given up the fight easily, though. She 
had never before masturbated so much in a single day.

Sunday was good. Sex with her husband would be her 
focus for the day. She worked on her tan, wearing a 
small white bikini. She had never worn it except when 
modeling it for Steven, who had bought it. It became 
transparent when wet. She thought of a special party 
for Steven's return, and settled on a rather simple 
greeting. He had enjoyed the garage scene so much, she 
decided to welcome him there. Nude. Covered with baby 
oil, everywhere except her tits and her cunt. She 
imagined a bucket of confetti emptying on her as he 
drove in... Her cunt said maybe he would bring friends. 
Stop it!

She heard a noise to her side, and through the edge of 
her dark sunglasses, became aware that her neighbor was 
watching her. She didn't move her head, but she was 
quite hot, and perspiring. And she could only imagine 
that her bikini was now see-thru. Minor amounts of 
appreciation were good, she thought. Steven could, and 
would, appreciate her more. How different she was...

***

Steven returned from his fishing trip to find all well 
at home. The garage surprise made him fearful the 
Doctor was still a problem, but Hayley truly lived the 
moment. A messy moment. Talking, hugging, appreciating 
him, encouraging him. Somehow, he knew it was all 
"her." No mind games. Hayley seemed in good spirits, 
and she grilled a steak to celebrate his return. He 
enjoyed the trip away, but had been worried whether his 
dealings with the Dr. Gilliam were truly over. He 
thought he had handled it pretty well. And while the 
photos of Dr. Gilliam's wife were great, it was the 
pictures of his wife's tits that he had looked at while 
he jerked off in the cabin.

Two days later, his worries went away. He showed the 
newspaper article to Hayley, who had the most unusual 
grin on her face. Humored? Sickened? Not surprised, at 
the least. Maybe her instincts had told her something 
wasn't right with the man. She was very insightful 
about people. In any case, the doctor had been arrested 
for multiple counts of public indecency. Maybe taking 
his videos away had caused the doctor to go nuts. Going 
to retirement homes and exposing himself to old ladies. 
Imagine that.

All seemed right with the world. He poured himself a 
Coke and headed for the den, where Hayley was waiting 
to show him some movie she had gotten over the weekend.


PART TWO


How long had it been? Too long time since she had felt 
her lover's touch. It was just the two of them, this 
time. She spread her legs, watching his face as a smile 
spread across his lips. Her own lips responded with a 
tingle between her legs. He hadn't even touched her 
yet, and she found herself holding her breath until he 
did. He approached her slowly, too slowly. She bent her 
knees, pulling her legs back, leaning back on an elbow. 
She closed her eyes, waiting.

He wouldn't fuck her. Not yet. This wasn't an 
invitation for that. She knew that he enjoyed getting 
personal with her sex. He would smell her, grazing her 
clit with his nose. Then he would taste her juices and 
probe her with his tongue. He was getting nearer; she 
could feel his breath. She reached down with a hand and 
spread her lips into a little bud, a little flower all 
wet with her juices.

It felt cold as it entered her, sending shivers through 
her. And again. Three more. She opened her eyes as he 
raised his index finger, teasing her with just the 
sight of it. It seemed massive. It felt... long. 
Another finger, and she felt full. She could feel her 
cunt leaking freely now, opened by his fingers, which 
were pressing inside of her at angles she had never 
felt before. He licked around her sex while his fingers 
were mashing within. She fell backwards, closing her 
eyes again, her sex gifted to him for his pleasure.

He withdrew his fingers. His face descended to her 
crotch, and his tongue began to extend, it seemed 
everything he had was long. She felt him tease her 
clit, now sliding up and down her opening, gathering 
her juices. Then, his tongue parted her, and she could 
feel him inside, his mouth pressed against her cunt. 
She knew he would withdraw and begin the tease all over 
again. It was his style. And then, he did. It wasn't a 
feeling that would drive her to orgasm; it would just 
drive her crazy from frustration. She leaned her head 
forward, and opened eyes to see him once more. The 
darkness of his skin contrasted with the whiteness of 
her shaved pussy, he called it. His dark hands slid 
down her inner thighs before stretching her lips open 
and again entering her with his tongue.

His eyes opened and looked directly into hers, his 
white eyes peering at her just above her cunt. The 
contrast of his skin with hers made her fearful for 
some reason... maybe society had put a wall in the 
possibility that she could do this. And maybe that was 
why it turned her on so fiercely that she was giving 
herself to a black man.

But for now, it was more of a black and white world 
than she could have ever imagined, and she was ready to 
move ahead to his big black cock thrusting in her cunt. 
He raised his head, and her black and white vision 
exploded into color! He backed away from her cunt, 
smiling with a red cherry between his teeth. He shifted 
slightly forward, biting on the cherry, its juices 
dribbling onto her untanned cunt. She didn't think any 
of the cherries would have lasted in there the way his 
fingers had been searching and squeezing within her.

He left the juices there. Was it staining her skin? He 
moved so fast. His cock, had it grown? She didn't 
remember it being so big, or him quite so dark. But his 
balls she remembered, huge, hanging in a giant sac from 
his groin, and as he thrust inside her, they slapped 
against her ass. She.

Woke up. "Hayley. Are you alright?"

"Huh, what?" Her heart was racing. Where was he? Had 
she been caught?

"It looked like you were having a nightmare. The bed 
was shaking so hard you woke me up."

A glance at the clock.3:00 a.m. Great. She always had 
problems getting back to sleep if she woke up at night. 
She realized that she was soaked between her legs, and 
that her husband was expecting her to say something.

"Steven, I must have been dreaming about something, but 
I can't remember what." He rolled over. She knew he 
would be asleep within a minute. Her bladder was full, 
so she got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She 
felt bad for the lie. It was that dream. It was back. 
She couldn't recall having the same dream over and over 
again except perhaps a dream about a haunted house back 
when she was in grade school, and now what? The mystery 
man, four, five times in the past two months?

She flushed the toilet, and looked at herself in the 
mirror which covered the wall behind the sinks. The 
nightlight was enough. Her hair was a mess. She was 
hot, almost to the point of being sweaty. Her skin was 
flushed in red splotches, and her cunt was... needy. 
She reached a hand between her legs. She remembered her 
dream in a haze and entered it gently. 

Her body was on the bed, and his cock spread her wide 
as it entered. She was aware of her image in the 
mirror, like another person, leaning with one hand 
against the countertop for support. Her tits began to 
jiggle slightly, and her nipples had hardened... if 
they weren't hard already. She looked up to see her 
face. As orgasm approached, she opened her mouth. Why? 
She didn't know, but she always did. She closed it 
quickly hoping to not make any noise. And she came.

Hayley woke up several hours after Steven had left for 
work. She welcomed the morning and then felt the guilt. 
Her dream returned to her, and she recognized it for 
what it was. Desire. But she loved Steven. She never 
wanted to do anything to hurt him. And that was why she 
felt guilty. It was the curse of Dr. Gilliam.

Despite the hell of the experience, the threat of being 
controlled, of being used sexually by another person. 
She couldn't understand it, but it was if she had never 
felt more alive. She didn't like being forced into 
things. But she had never been challenged like that 
before, challenged to give herself to others challenged 
to find a way out. And she had. From one of the least 
likely and strangest turns in life, she felt a certain 
charge. And it had changed her in a way. She knew that 
she was capable of so much more than life as a wife and 
mother required. It was like she was ready to lead a 
corporation, but there was no place she could get the 
same job.

She wasn't certain why it was the black man who had 
recurred in her dreams. She had enjoyed them all. And 
if she were to choose her favorite, but most hated, 
moment, it was when she let Dr. Gilliam fuck her in his 
office. Just the two of them. The other men had fucked 
her, but Dr. Gilliam had fucked with her head, and she 
didn't know if she would ever forget the feeling the 
realization of that first time when she had stripped 
let another man have her. He had raped her mind, and 
sex would never be the same. If she hadn't burned the 
tape, she could have had Steven repeat the scene. This 
was pointless.

Steven had been great, and she couldn't ask for more 
from a husband. She wondered sometimes if she was 
wearing him out. They used to have sex two or three 
times a month, and now it was several times a week for 
three weeks of the month. And she wanted it during the 
fourth. She had to give the doctor credit. He had been 
imaginative. It had become difficult for her to imagine 
new sexy ways for her husband to find her when she came 
home. There had been a few good ones, of course, but 
after today, she didn't know what she would do to 
surprise and entice her husband. There was something 
about her now that fought against the idea of retiring 
to the bedroom and making love. She wanted excitement.

At 4:30, Hayley returned to the house with her friend, 
Sandy, a lady who lived in an adjacent neighborhood and 
who Hayley paid as a personal trainer. It wasn't that 
exercise was so difficult; it was just hard to make 
herself do it sometimes. And her friend had helped that 
by making her feel guilty if she didn't show. Over the 
months, they had shared a bit about each other, and the 
subject had turned to sex in rather vague ways, mostly 
jokes at their husbands' expense. Until Hayley had 
asked her for a favor.

She went upstairs, showered, and returned to the den 
where her friend Sandy was waiting. Sandy's eyes went 
wide at the sight of Hayley, but there was no avoiding 
it for this to work. She was naked, and she was more 
than a little uncomfortable about being seen by her 
friend. She wasn't interested in "girls," and she hoped 
that this would be something to laugh about later in 
their workouts, rather than an obstacle. Still, an itch 
was an itch.

"You're really going through with this, then?" Sandy 
asked.

"Yeah. You doubted?"

"As a matter of fact, I didn't think you would. But, 
here you are in the buff, so it looks like you will. 
And, I suppose it's good to see that the exercises are 
working. You're nicely toned."

Hayley had been looking at the cardboard box sitting on 
the floor, but looked up at this compliment. "Thanks. 
Steven's noticed, too. And that's helped my motivation. 
Look, I hope you're not too embarrassed, because I know 
I am. But I couldn't wear a robe. Clothing doesn't 
quite fit the scene. And it will add to the mystery 
after he opens the box."

"So, how do you want to do this?"

"I've only thought about it; I hadn't really tried it 
out. But we need to now. He should be home at any 
moment."

With that, Hayley stepped into the box. She crouched on 
her knees while Sandy closed the box over her to make 
sure she would fit. She did, barely.

Sandy said, "So, when he opens it, you're going to pop 
out?"

"Yeah." Hayley popped up, but not quite with the 
enthusiasm she would later.

Sandy's lips began to smirk. "Would you take a 
suggestion? It's kind of risqué."

"Sure."

"Get back in the box. Let me get you a couch pillow. 
Now lay on your back and pull your legs up. Will you 
fit?"

Hayley was surprised by Sandy's indirect forwardness, 
but she understood the pose. When Steven opened the 
box, her legs my come out slightly, but the first thing 
he would see is her cunt. "Will the flaps close?"

They did. Sandy opened it, and quickly turned her head, 
laughing. "Yeah, that, uh... works. You know, since 
you're going that far, I don't suppose you would have a 
vibrator? It would sort of be the icing on the cake, I 
guess."

Hayley grinned, noticing that it "worked" for Sandy, 
too. Her nipples were sticking up behind the thick 
material of her workout tights. She ran upstairs to get 
one of her vibrators. When she returned, she saw that 
Sandy had found a magic marker and had been writing on 
the box flaps. She couldn't see what. She was about to 
ask when she heard the garage door begin to open.

Her heart raced as she and Sandy made eye contact for a 
moment, and then she quickly stepped into the box. She 
was too shy to insert the vibrator with Sandy watching, 
but she found that she could reach around her legs and 
would be able to. The box flaps closed over her. 
"Hurry!" She inserted the vibrator, which had no 
problem with lubrication. She didn't realize she had 
been turned on while naked in front of her friend and 
she didn't want to pursue that avenue. She was hetero, 
all the way. She could hear Sandy taping over the seam. 
once, twice. Then she heard the car door slam and the 
garage door open begin to descend. "Go!"

"Good luck! Maybe we'll try this at my house." It took 
Hayley a moment to realize she meant putting Sandy in a 
box.

Hayley heard Sandy shut the front door just as the 
garage door finished closing. Good. Steven shouldn't 
have heard anything. Hopefully, he would hurry. She 
hadn't thought of cutting air holes.

***

Steven had the usual afternoon tiredness he always felt 
coming home from work. It always seemed to take an hour 
to recharge before he would be up to whatever Hayley 
wanted to do or talk about. That is, unless the sexpot 
was waiting for him. Her desires were more often after 
dinner now, which suited him fine. He rounded the last 
corner on the way to his house and slowed as he 
approached the mailbox. It was a thick stack of bills 
and junk mail, and he put it on his seat. He pressed 
the garage door opener and eased the car up the 
driveway.

Entering the kitchen, he tossed the mail onto the 
counter, but saw that he had a note, folded like a 
table tent. The writing wasn't Hayley's and it looked 
written hastily. "Strip completely. Then proceed to the 
den." Aha. She's up to something. It had been a while 
since one of her "events," and he was beginning to miss 
them. He quickly removed his clothes, his cock already 
fully hard without touching it. He entered the den 
expecting, he hoped it wasn't guests and stopped. A 
cardboard box was between him and the stairs, and it 
had writing on it. Feminine writing, but not by his 
wife's hand.

"FRAGILE! BUT HANDLE ROUGHLY. OPEN IMMEDIATELY." Of 
course he would. He knew his wife was inside. He found 
some scissors in the kitchen and began cutting along 
the tape seam. The box flaps more or less sprouted open 
as his wife's feet emerged. Had his eyes been closed, 
he still would have been able to guess what he would 
find, because the smell of Hayley's sex wafted into his 
nose. One hand was slowly working the vibrator in and 
out of her cunt, and the other was rubbing and pulling 
one of her cunt lips.

As was usual in these games, her eyes were closed. 
Maybe she liked to imagine it was a stranger... 
whatever worked for her. The problem was that there was 
no easy way to fuck her. And she looked "into" whatever 
she was fantasizing.

***

Hayley was relieved to hear the box flaps open, and the 
sudden rush of cooler air was welcomed. But Steven 
wasn't saying anything. She expected him to say 
something. That meant he was looking at her, or maybe 
he was getting undressed. No, she didn't hear anything. 
He was watching her, then. Her original plan had been 
to pop out of the box, strip his pants down just 
enough, send him to floor and screw him. But she 
couldn't quite do that from this position. A 
mischievous grin crossed her thoughts, and she hoped it 
didn't reach her face. So she decided she would just 
give him a show, and the thoughts that were leapt to 
her mind didn't surprise her at all.

She began imagining herself speaking aloud to Steven. 
"Hey, honey. You know I love you, but there's something 
you need to know. Can you see my cunt? Are my lips 
swollen and red? Is it wet all over my smooth skin? 
Well, for all these years, this cunt has been yours to 
enjoy. But guess what I'm thinking about? You don't 
know it, but other men have had the exact same view. 
Well, almost. I wasn't using the vibrator. I was 
spreading my legs so they could fuck me. And guess 
what? It wasn't just one on one. It was a gang bang. 
And see this vibrator? I'm not thinking about your 
cock. 

"I'm thinking about the black guy whose name I never 
learned. His cock was the same size as this vibrator, 
which is larger than yours, by the way. And his balls! 
They were huge! Everybody watched as he fucked me good. 
He was hard for me to watch because I had so much cum 
on my face from the other guys. My eyelids were sticky. 
He fucked me hard and, did I mention how big he was? He 
stretched me, even after the other guys had fucked me, 
he still stretched me. And it felt so good. Then he 
pulled out and shot a stream of cum all the way up to 
my head. And that was a shame, because I wanted to feel 
him cum inside me. "In fact, I dream about it." 

She was working the vibrator faster now, the edge of 
her hand slamming against her sensitive skin. Her 
orgasm came quickly, as did her groans, which sounded 
foreign from the bottom of the box. She opened her 
eyes, just as Steven began shooting cum on her, most of 
it on her cunt, but some of it shooting beyond to her 
tits and, eyes. Ick, how ironic.

The payoff over, she realized how uncomfortable she was 
in the box and rolled it over to its side. She ended up 
on all fours, where she caught a brief but certain 
glance of Sandy's blonde hair disappearing from the 
edge of the window. Had she stayed to make sure Steven 
opened the box? Maybe at first, but. The next workout 
was going to be very awkward. And wait a minute, she 
had seen Steven! Well, that. Nasty thoughts filled her 
head, but the word she was stuck with was "friend." 
Human nature. Curiosity and an invited cat. What was 
done was done.

"Okay, who did it?"

"Huh?" Hayley turned to face Steven.

"Who taped you inside the box? Somebody saw you naked. 
I'd like to know who it was."

Hayley considered her answer. She had anticipated it, 
but Steven's commanding tone deserved another response. 
"A few guys who showed up wanting landscaping work. I 
didn't pay them, but they left happy." She threw Steven 
an evil smile, gave his cock a quick squeeze, and 
headed to the kitchen to get a paper towel to clean up 
a little. Ahhhh. She saw a note. Sandy was clever, the 
wench. She probably had planned to watch.

Steven followed Hayley into the kitchen, admiring her 
ass and watching as she wiped herself clean. She went 
upstairs to get dressed, and he picked up his clothes, 
intending to change into something more comfortable. 
Then he saw the mail. He picked it up and carried it to 
his computer desk.

He unfolded the bundled mail, finding a letter 
addressed to himself on top. It was unusual, because 
there was no stamp, no markings from the post office, 
no return address, and his name was typed. Who had a 
typewriter these days? Underneath was "Personal and 
Confidential."

He opened the envelope, half expecting it to be a joke 
from Hayley, possibly a set-up for what he had found in 
the den. It was a picture, printed from a color 
printer, of his cock cumming on Hayley's face. He 
recognized it from their videotape. It was somewhat 
grainy, but what was confusing was that they didn't 
have a video capture card. How had she imported the 
image? Well, who had sealed her in the box? Hayley was 
playing some kind of game, again, and it wasn't like HE 
was showing somebody their tapes. He tucked it away in 
a folder in his desk drawer and out of his mind.

Until the next day. There was another envelope. Good! 
If this was going to be a habit, it was something to 
look forward to. He parked in the garage and opened the 
envelope while still in the car. It was three folded 
pages with different pictures of Hayley, and it was 
clearly her, removing her bra, pulling her panties 
down, and kneeling on the floor, spreading her cunt 
lips. 

These weren't from video; they were pictures. And he 
hadn't taken them. The background looked somewhat 
familiar, a chart that pictured be a spinal column, 
that was it! It was Dr. Gilliam's office. But he was 
off to the nut house or to jail. Who would have this? 
And know where to send it? His first impulse was to 
confront Hayley with it. But there was obviously more 
to the story. And he was about certain that Hayley was 
not behind this. He would give it another day.

Through the next day, Steven's thoughts were consumed 
with anger, jealousy, and mistrust. And he didn't 
particularly like that he was turned on by the 
pictures. But he was. It seemed the longest day before 
he began the drive home.

He opened the mailbox, expecting it to be there. It 
was, and he opened it. A website address. There were no 
pictures in the envelope, but he knew to dread the 
worst. Hayley wasn't home, probably on an errand. He 
booted his computer and went to the website. "H A Y L E 
Y" appeared in bright yellow flashing letters. Below it 
were a variety of thumbnail images. Some he recognized 
from their videos. Some were old Polaroids he had taken 
of her. The rest. He had expected another chapter to 
the mystery letters, and this confirmed his suspicions. 

Looking at the pictures, he presumed it was the doctor 
that was fucking her. His face wasn't shown, but the 
room almost had to be his. Scrolling down the screen, 
he found several video clips. The segments were short, 
but they were clear enough to show that while Hayley's 
face wasn't particularly encouraging, there was no 
denying that she was turned on. And some of his own 
video was there. Who would have had access to all of 
this except Hayley? How had she gotten copies of the 
doctor's pictures?

He had taken the doctor's photos of Hayley's breasts 
during his confrontation. He was certain that the 
doctor had turned them all over to him, yet here they 
were. The doctor could have scanned them before he took 
them though. So, the doctor had forced Hayley to fuck 
him. He had lied. It was the only thing that made 
sense. Steven didn't feel any pity for the man in his 
current state. But if the doctor fucked her, did Hayley 
even know about it?

But here was evidence. The survival of the pictures, 
the creation of a website, it was a question that had 
to be answered. Hayley would have to find out. Who was 
behind the pictures? He left the web site showing on 
his computer screen until Hayley returned. Maybe she 
could explain. He looked again at the screen. Wow. He 
grabbed some tissues, lowered his pants, and began 
stroking himself as he restarted the doctor's video 
sequence. He came twice before she returned home.

When Steven guided her into the study, Hayley's spirits 
collapsed on seeing the image on the computer. It was 
the same page the doctor had shown her when he had made 
her beg him to fuck her. She should have been 
embarrassed with her husband obviously wanting an 
explanation, or angry at the unfairness of it all, 
or... something. But the only feeling that came over 
her was disappointment. In some ways, the conclusion to 
her problem had been her finest hour, despite the 
voices in her head that suggested living her fantasy 
had been pretty darn good. But the doctor had been 
firmly in her grip at the end. 

He had told her everything, and she had destroyed 
everything. At his house, in his office, on his 
computer, the videos, his files, anything and 
everything. But, here it was. It was a mystery. And the 
events that led up to it, she decided she had to 
explain to Steven. some of them anyway. And the events 
that followed. There were no pictures of her with the 
men at the doctor's house, she saw. It was best that 
she explain only the single infidelity forced upon her, 
and blended the later facts.

It was a long talk, and both of them were nervous about 
what awaited them both. It was obvious that somebody 
wanted something.

The next day, Saturday, as soon as the mail came, 
Hayley retrieved it. No envelope. They had both been 
hoping for a hint as to who was sending them. Steven 
had said that there weren't any stamps, and they had 
talked for over an hour about who it could be that put 
the letter in their mailbox. 

If it didn't come in the mail, then someone besides the 
postman had placed it there. And that meant that 
whoever it was took chances. They could catch him. And 
Hayley felt certain it was a "he", rather than a "she." 
Even as she thought it, the name "Sandy" came into 
mind, but, it couldn't be. Or anyone else. It wasn't 
like she had kept copies in the house that someone 
might find, like neighbors who fed their pets when they 
were away. And they were pretty good about hiding their 
adult toys and videos from prying eyes. So who?

As she walked back to the front door, she saw it. It 
was taped to the wall. She pulled it off and yelled for 
Steven as she entered the house. Typed envelope. Typed 
letter. "Check the website again."

They did. It looked the same. Only, this time, there 
were two changes. The title said, "Hayley, Slut 
Neighbor," and there were a few new pictures at the 
bottom of the page. It was no great relief to have 
figured out who was behind it.

The pictures were again in splendid color, only, 
neither Hayley nor Steven had seen them before. Hayley 
on the deck naked except her "painted" swimsuit. Steven 
fucking her while she leaned over the deck rail. A hazy 
image of Hayley's breasts pressed against the glass 
door. Hayley sun tanning nude. The answer was obvious 
just from the pictures.

They were all taken from their next door neighbor's 
deck.

He had known they would figure it out, though. The 
message across the bottom of the screen had a form 
field for visitors to leave messages. The explanation 
for the form was what made them nervous. "Hayley and 
Steven are my next door neighbors. Hayley is a slut who 
is pretty brazen about showing her body. They know that 
I've seen them. They didn't know that I had a camera. 
And these other pictures. They're probably pretty 
embarrassed about them. So much so, in fact, that I 
think they'll do whatever I want, unless, that is, they 
want their friends and family to see these. And that's 
why I want your suggestions, because I think they're 
ours to command."

There was silence. She could tell Steven was getting 
angry, and then defeated. Over and over again. Much 
like herself. The first time had been a fantasy that 
grew to a nightmare that had to go away. This was just 
a nightmare.

She typed in the form-field, "F U C K O F F!" and was 
about to send it when Steven stopped her.

"No, let's talk about it. With him."

They disconnected their internet service, and the phone 
rang. Steven answered it.

"So, you tried my site. I've been waiting for a hit, 
figuring it would be you." It was Jack. The neighbor.

"Uh-huh. Why don't we talk. Can you come over?"

***

Jack was feeling his oats. His wife was oblivious to 
the goings on next door, which was surprising. The odds 
would suggest that at some point she would notice the 
slut doing her thing on the deck or that she would 
notice him peering over there all the time. He had 
waited long enough, though. He was getting tired of the 
distant, leaf blocked view.

Upon entering their house, he didn't notice any 
outright hostility. Maybe they would try to be nice and 
persuade him to give it up. But he held the cards. 
Certainly they knew that. He knew what their first 
question would be.

"What do you want?" Steven asked.

And he knew the second.

"How did you get the pictures?" Hayley asked.

Good. Good. "Don't you know what I do? I own and manage 
an internet service provider. The same ISP that a 
certain Dr. Richard Gilliam used. I pretty much mind my 
own business there, but when a site starts taking on 
bandwidth, it slows the server and we get unhappy 
customers. So, a site spiked. I checked it, only to 
find that the," he looked wolfishly at Hayley, "prime 
piece of wife meat next door not only flashes her 
neighbors but fucks around, too."

"So I kept checking the site for updates, but there 
weren't any. And then, as luck would have it, I had 
just finished handling a small emergency in the middle 
of the night, and I thought I would check out his site 
yet again. After all, if he kept up the volume, we were 
going to have to charge him extra or encourage him to 
move elsewhere. So I noticed the files were being 
deleted. Quickly. We have a backup server, though, and 
it was quite easy to copy the contents safely into my 
own hard drive space."

At this, Hayley just looked down at the floor, sinking 
her face into her hands. It was curious how she didn't 
seem to defend the material, or even be embarrassed 
about it. She only seemed miffed that he possessed it. 
"Slut" had been a pet term, in his own desirous way, 
but maybe it was right. Steven was speaking, "I'll 
repeat the question, what do you want?"

"A lot. I've thought about it. But first, here's what 
you'll get. I'll smudge or black out her face so she 
won't be recognized. Some of the shots will be free, 
and I'll post them across the web to draw business to 
the site. And then I'll charge for full access. And 
what people will be paying for is my," he reconsidered, 
"our. little plaything here. A customer wants to see 
Hayley a certain way, in a certain place, doing a 
certain thing, then she'll act it out, and you'll 
record it for me."

"What makes you think we'll do that?" asked Steven.

He grinned, and gave them a piece of paper. "This is 
why I waited so long. I had to research both of you. 
Parents, friends, employer, it's all there. And it 
would take mere moments to post your names and address 
right there on the web page. Don't cooperate, and the 
world will know. You figure the results."

Steven looked angry, but his features settled as he 
seemed to realize he had been outplayed before the game 
began. Hayley only had a glazed look on her face. Was 
she thinking about what would happen if all her friends 
and family knew, or was she thinking about what he was 
going to make her do? "How far is this going to go?" 
asked Hayley. Good. It was the latter.

"As far as what you'll be doing? I don't know. I guess 
it will be a test of the free enterprise system. What 
do they want? What will they pay? I can't place 
restrictions on what they suggest, but it will be in my 
interest to make sure you don't get harmed or 
arrested." He reached into his pocket. "This is a 
loaner. It's a digital camera. It will also take video 
for about a minute. Steven, come here and I'll show you 
how to work this thing."

Steven came over slowly, obviously distrustful and his 
face expressing more than a little distaste at his 
neighbor. That was fine. "And tell your wife to take 
off her shirt. I've been dying to see those tits up 
close." He watched as Steven thought for a moment, 
looked at his wife and nodded to her. Jack could see a 
moment of astonishment on Hayley's face as her husband 
was giving her the signal to bare her breasts to 
another man. He hadn't planned on seeing her naked so 
early, but... why not? He HAD been waiting to seem them 
up close. "And the bra, too!"

The shirt came swiftly over her head. She reached 
behind her back, and he about came in his pants. This 
was better than a strip club. She wasn't used to 
exhibiting herself, and he didn't have to pay. And 
those breasts were perfect. Her nipples were hard 
points, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was 
turned on. He reviewed the instructions with Steven 
while taking pictures. "Hey, that's good. Now raise 
your arms over your head." This was too easy. After he 
had taken about 30 pictures, he removed the data 
cartridge and handed Steven a blank. "I'll just keep 
this one for now. It will make for good intro shots, 
especially with a narrative about your agreement to do 
anything." He laughed.

He moved closer to his neighbor, looked her in the eyes 
and reached for her breasts, feeling her nipples tickle 
the palm of his hands before he closed in on them, 
feeling their weight, their warmth. To see them was one 
thing, to feel them. She closed her eyes at his touch. 
He stepped behind her, cupping them both, while Steven 
watched, getting angrier. "Don't worry Steven. I won't 
fuck your wife, I'm afraid of disease." Hayley began to 
protest but he put his hand up to silence her. "I have 
no idea how many others she's fucked. I'm just looking 
forward to the pictures of who she fucks in the future. 
I'll be in touch."

Hayley kept a watch on the website. Within hours, Jack 
had posted the pictures of her tits, but, true to his 
word, he had either cropped her face from the picture 
of blanked it so that she wasn't recognizable. The 
walls behind her would be, but that was just a risk she 
had to accept.

She and Steven had debated means of getting out of 
this. Confronting Jack's wife had been the obvious 
solution. It would get him in trouble, but it wouldn't 
stop Jack from contacting their friends and posting 
their names and address on the site. In fact, it would 
seem to guarantee it.

Murder and arson weren't feasible alternatives. Jail 
didn't seem like a good option, and they weren't sure 
if being blackmailed would be an adequate cause. 
Besides, then the press would investigate and publish 
the whole sordid story.

Faced with no workable options, their conversation had 
turned towards what Jack might require that they do. 
The speculation didn't help matters. It made them both 
mad, and it proved to be a pointless speculation. After 
a fast, furious fuck, each had admitted that the perils 
ahead turned them on to a degree, but that it was just 
too dangerous. She told herself that she could make the 
best of a bad situation. She had before.

It was Wednesday that the website changed. Highlighted 
by a flashing arrow, it said, "Our first challenge has 
been received. Within three days, Hayley will stand in 
the parking lot of a Wal-Mart without a shirt or bra 
on. And she will hold a calendar pointing to the 
current day to prove that this slut is for real."

Hayley felt anxious, of all things. Not embarrassed. 
Relief, perhaps, on such a simple assignment. But there 
was an excitement to it. She called Steven in. After 
reading, he, too, looked relieved.

"Hayley, are you sure you can do this?"

"You know I can. I went through worse with the doctor, 
didn't I? If it weren't for that damned Jack forcing 
us, it might even be fun." She had a glimmer in her 
eye. Yes, it would be fun.

They waited until day three to do it, only to spite 
Jack and to avoid seeming eager. They went in the 
morning, when the sun was shining but the customers 
few. They drove around the parking lot several times 
and finally picked a spot where the store would be 
visible behind her, along with some parked cars. But 
the camera wouldn't show their van blocking her from 
the view of the majority of the parking area. Steven 
stood outside, and after making sure there was no one 
in the vicinity, he signaled Hayley and readied the 
camera.

Hayley stepped out of the sliding van door, wearing 
nothing but her sneakers and blue jean shorts. Steven 
was already clicking away before she opened the 
calendar and pointed to July 14th. Hayley couldn't help 
but smile at the obvious hard-on in Steven's pants. He 
continued to click away. When he finished with the 
camera, she gave her nipple a tweak just to tease him 
and quickly hopped back into the van, which was 
fortunate, because a traffic light must have signaled 
and cars were approaching fast.

Steven quickly entered the driver's seat and looked 
back at her half-naked body. "I don't suppose you want 
to tease me some more?"

Hayley didn't say anything. The van was air-
conditioned, and it had dark tinted windows except on 
the front window. Her silence caused him to look into 
her eyes, and then she grinned and reclined the seat, 
unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping just a twinge. 
Steven didn't seem to understand that it wasn't just a 
tease. She lifted her hips, unzipped fully, and began 
sliding her shorts down her legs...

"You can't mean." But she did. And he accepted the 
invitation.

The photos were quickly posted by Jack, along with 
their next mission:

"Sure, the parking lot was easy. But let's see those 
bare tits where other people are more likely to see 
them! Pictures will arrive in three more days from a 
carpet golf course, one picture from each hole, in the 
evening when the course is full."

Hayley sighed, but her pulse quickened. It would be 
fun, but then, it wouldn't. A flash here or there was 
one thing, but using a camera at each hole would 
immediately draw attention to the subject of the 
photograph. She decided that bending over, bra-less, 
would meet the definition of "bare tits," and avoid 
public derision. However, her clothing didn't help.

Her assortment of tops was limited. A tank top didn't 
work because the neck was too high for a "bending over" 
shot. A string tied top worked great for the shot, but 
her tits stretched the fabric and would draw too much 
attention. In fact, any blouse she wore bra-less seemed 
inadequate as her 38 C's, in their unsupported state, 
seemed very conspicuous. Finally, they opted for the 
obvious, a bikini top. She would just have to flash the 
camera instead of letting Steven take a picture each 
time she bent over to pick up or place a ball. There 
just wasn't a way of doing this without making a scene.

So they went, but when most people were eating dinner. 
Three to four holes ahead of them were empty, and 
Hayley found it relatively easy to pose for the 
pictures. She would pretend to hug a plastic lion, and 
Steven would pretend to take a picture until he was 
sure no one was looking. Then she would flash a tit and 
move on to some other silly pose. This worked well for 
the first 9 holes, and the tenth hole was the easiest 
as they played through a tunnel. 

She pulled her bikini up over both breasts for the 
first time, and with a cheesecake posture, gave a wink 
and a smile. This was fun! And Steven enjoyed it, too. 
At the 12th hole, they noticed that a noisy group of 
teenage boys was playing several holes behind them, and 
not seriously. That meant they would either play very 
slow, or very fast. After flashing Steven while 
standing behind a fake waterfall, Hayley realized they 
were gaining, quickly.

At the 14th hole, they had caught up. Steven played his 
ball first, and when Hayley sank her putt, she crouched 
with her back to the boys, exposed her left nipple, and 
Steven quickly got the shot. It was at the end of the 
15th hole as Hayley tried to nonchalantly repeat this 
flash that she realized the boys, well... late teens. 
had been suddenly quieted and were speaking in hushed 
tones. They were on to her.

She pulled Steven aside, and they agreed to let the 
boys "play through." The boys quickly finished the hole 
they had just played, and although they agreed to go 
on, each stole more than an idle glance at her breasts. 
She didn't mind it so much, but her nipples 
involuntarily hardened beneath the bikini fabric, which 
made them stare the more. They continued to play after 
the boys went ahead, but they were aware of at least 
two of the boys watching at all times. 

When she picked up the ball, she turned her back to 
them once again and flashed Steven, aware of the 
giggling behind her. At the 17th hole, there were still 
no good concealed places, so she was forced to do the 
same thing. The boys had not left the tee area of the 
18th, and as she began raising the fabric of her bikini 
top for Steven, their whispering was almost in her ear. 
"Oh man, she is hot! You know he's getting an eyeful!" 
With this, Hayley looked back over her shoulder and 
smiled at the boys, and she was certain that Steven had 
the shot with them i
n the background.

The 18th hole was a problem. The problem was that she 
sunk her putt for a hole-in-one, and the boys now 
surrounded the area. There was no way she was going to 
be able to flash for the camera without one of them 
seeing her. In addition, the area beyond was full of 
teens and others paying for their games and waiting to 
start on the nearby first hole.

Steven apparently recognized the problem, and his 
solution was unexpected.

"Hey guys, I need your help. Would you stand next to my 
wife there at the hole. That's it. Two on each side." 
Hayley realized he had formed a wall of sorts between 
her and the crowd. "Hayley, put your arms around their 
shoulders. Good. Okay, you two closest to her. I think 
you know what I want you to do." He smiled, and nodded 
while looking at her breasts.

Hayley heard "oh, man!" and "yes!" on either side of 
her as she felt two hands lift her bikini. The boys 
made no pretense at posing for the camera, grabbing a 
quick feel of her breasts as they stared at them in 
disbelief. The boys on either end, not wanting to be 
left out, also grabbed her roughly, giving her a 
squeeze. Steven snapped the pictures, and it was a long 
moment before she realized that one of them had untied 
her bikini string at the back and another had pulled it 
away!

"Guys!"

As she reached for it, they pulled away, and she was 
aware that a few others nearby were now looking. She 
covered her breasts with her arms, and Steven quickly 
removed his shirt and placed it around her shoulders. 
She and Steven quickly headed to the van, followed by 
the boys. She spoke over her shoulder to them, saying 
"That's it guys. Show's over."

At the van, Hayley turned to make sure the boys weren't 
following them, and, although she wouldn't have minded 
another fuck in the van, she felt it was best to leave 
the area. As they drove past the course, Hayley saw 
that there were a number of faces were looking at them, 
some laughing and some, possibly hostile. What the 
hell. She didn't know any of them.

The following day, she leaned against the computer desk 
with Steven taking her from behind as they both gazed 
at the pictures on the website. She felt somewhat 
guilty for contributing to the delinquency of minors, 
but what Steven was doing to her made her forget about 
all that.

Jack was quite satisfied. The parking lot had been his 
idea and the golf was from someone at the site. Now he 
was getting all kinds of requests. How much could he 
get her to do? Those teens grabbing her tits had been a 
great surprise, and it hinted that she would comply 
with a lot of the requests on the site. And as Hayley 
appeared to be such a willing slut, he began asking 
himself why shouldn't he fuck her? A little safe sex... 
his wife would never know, but he wasn't sure yet. 

It was time to take someone's request and amend it 
slightly. If she would do this, maybe she really was 
his to do anything he wanted. He hadn't imagined that 
the possibilities would be so open. He had expected 
compromises, like limiting pictures to their bedroom, 
but they seemed almost familiar with this sort of 
blackmail.

Steven awoke and checked the web site early. "Our slut 
has been very cooperative. And your requests have been 
entertaining. But she doesn't know about them yet, 
because I do them one at a time. Next, Hayley will 
expose both her breasts and her cunt in a crowded bar. 
And just so she doesn't blend in for a quick flash, 
she'll wear a red dress, high heels, and bright red 
lipstick."

Hayley thought long and hard about this. And Steven 
did, too. They debated the time of day, the particular 
bar, possibly getting a pool table where it might be 
less crowded... the options went on and on. Finally, 
they decided just to get it over with and drove around, 
looking for the right place. Neither of them was in the 
habit of going to bars, even occasionally. After over 
an hour of driving, Hayley said, "That's it. This one."

Steven looked at the old metal building, painted blue 
and white, with the obligatory neon beer signs in the 
windows. There were a good number of cars parked out 
front, more than at some of the others they had seen. 
"Why this one?"

"Because it's nowhere near where we live and I want to 
get it over with. Here's the plan."

Steven entered the bar alone. He was surprised to find 
the bar counter so near the front. There were booths 
and pool tables around the side. The place was smoky, 
which he hated, and the bar was about half full. He sat 
at a table near the door, which was across a small 
aisle from the bar, opposite several empty stools. He 
noticed there weren't any women around. It was all guys 
- 20's, 30's, 40's. Not a rough bunch, but maybe an 
after work crowd. He hoped it wasn't a gay bar, then 
decided that it would probably be easier if it was. For 
Hayley, anyway.

She entered. It wasn't like a western movie when 
everything halts as someone enters the saloon. Only the 
guys at the bar noticed, but the conversation did stop. 
Hayley's red dress had a halter top, and the hem ended 
about mid-thigh. She had found some red high heeled 
shoes at a thrift store, and they made her look as 
expensive as they cost. No stockings. And the lipstick. 
Glossy.

Hayley walked up to a bar stool and sat down. Without a 
purse, it was sort of obvious she wasn't there to buy 
anything. A guy on the nearest stool, looking her up 
and down, asked, "Hey, lady, can I buy you a drink?"

Hayley spun her stool so that her back was to the bar, 
looked over her shoulder at him and said, "No. I'm just 
here to have my picture taken." The guy looked confused 
as she spread her legs on the stool and pulled the hem 
up. She pulled the top of her dress down and heard 
Steven clicking away. She had planned on about 3 
seconds, but the first 2 seemed to last an hour. 

She abruptly hopped off the seat, kicked off her shoes 
and ran towards the door, pulling her dress back up in 
the process. Steven just beat her to the door to open 
it for her and followed behind. A drawn out 
"Daaaammmmmnnation!" echoed in her ears. Their van was 
parked just outside the door, illegally, but it had 
seemed appropriate, somehow. Within seconds, they were 
off as several men opened the bar door, watching them 
leave.

On the way home, Hayley took the camera to look at the 
pictures. Steven had taken nine, some of them including 
the quick strip and one of her hopping off the stool. 
She didn't realize until she saw the pictures that she 
had looked at the men at the bar the whole time she had 
adjusted her clothes, and a couple of the pictures 
showed that they weren't keeping eye contact. 

They were definitely checking her out. She had wanted 
to make certain that they didn't make any moves towards 
her, but the pictures suggested she was tempting them. 
It might have been easier to try to sneak some pictures 
in the bar, but she felt certain that the "show and go" 
was the better option. And the pictures did show.

***

The next challenge was a step backwards, thankfully. 
She enjoyed going to outdoor concerts, and the 
amphitheater was perfect for the shot Jack, or whoever, 
wanted. She wore a summer dress and no bra. Before the 
concert began, Steven left the seats and was a good 
number of rows back when she stood, turned around and 
bent over to look through her purse. 

The difficult part was Steven's, trying to take 
pictures of her and not have the camera swiped by 
security. But then, it wasn't their camera, so what the 
hell. She knew some people in the nearby seats could 
see her tits clearly, but she just pretended like she 
was completely oblivious and returned to her seat. 
Steven went several rows beyond her, and she repeated 
the scene, this time spreading her legs and discretely 
pulling her dress above her knees. By comparison, this 
was innocent fun.

After getting her picture taken topless at a restaurant 
drive through and flashing her cunt while leaning on a 
police car, Hayley had fallen into sort of a 
comfortable routine. The exhibitionist pictures were 
somewhat difficult, but Jack kept his word about 
distorting her face when he posted them. And the sex 
with Steven was hot and frequent. She couldn't 
complain, she just wished the neighbor wasn't a part of 
it. But at least he wasn't asking for more intimate 
pictures. Yet she knew, in time, he would.

Their next assignment was an elevator scene in a 
downtown hotel. The catch was that it was to be a glass 
elevator, with her riding naked. Completely without 
clothes. They only had several choices of hotels, and 
they finally found one that seemed like it could work. 
Steven went to the third floor of the atrium, where he 
stood along the rail, with a good angle toward the 
elevator. Hayley waited below for the opportunity to 
ride an elevator with no one in it, and no one in the 
area that was in sight of it. Fortunately, the elevator 
faced away from the registration desk, but it made her 
more conspicuous as she had to linger in the lobby area 
waiting for her moment.

Finally, the opportunity arose, and she stepped in, 
pressing the "10" button. She quickly moved to the 
glass wall, and as the elevator made it past the first 
floor, she dropped her dress and waved at Steven. The 
problem was at the fifth floor, when she felt the 
elevator begin to slow to a stop. Eyes wide, she 
dropped to the floor to gather her dress, which she had 
unfortunately stepped out of. 

As the doors opened, she picked it up, turned, saw that 
it was two men, and tried to keep a smile. "Excuse me" 
somehow escaped her lips, and she leaned over to press 
the "close door" button. But as she did so, she had 
stepped on the hem of her dress, and she lost her grip, 
exposing herself completely. They were at least 
gentlemen of a sort, in that they didn't rush the 
elevator.

She dressed quickly, pressed "8" and decided to take 
the stairs down to the third floor to find Steven. She 
had approached this as a game, almost. But it would not 
have taken much for those two men to. And Steven would 
not have been around to help. Stupid.

Jack had been doing his own research. He had been 
driving around town for hours, looking for the right 
place. And he didn't mind the time away from home. 
Hayley's pictures were causing him to rub his cock raw, 
and he was sore. On top of that, his wife seemed to 
notice that he preferred to be alone in his office than 
with her, and she was becoming quite a grouch. So even 
if the drive proved fruitless, it was good to be out, 
mixing business and pleasure.

***

The next challenge moved what Steven and Hayley had 
started calling "the game" to another level. The 
website read: "This time our horny housewife is going 
to a motel, with her husband. And they'll have sex 
there. Will anybody watch through the open window?"

"Huh?" was Steven's response. He hadn't anticipated 
being part of the scene. A short time later, Jack rang 
at the door. "Here's the key to the room and the 
address. Don't park in front of your room. Be there 
tonight at 10:00 sharp. Keep the lights on. You can 
leave at midnight. It had better be a good show, by the 
way." He turned and left, laughing to himself.

There hadn't been any mention of taking pictures, which 
meant that Jack, or someone else, would be doing that.

***

The motel was an old motor court and charged $29.99 per 
night. The neon "vacancy" sign was burnt out, and there 
were only several cars there, all parked near the 
office, which was dark. In fact, the whole motel was 
dark. There weren't even any streetlights or porch 
lights. It was a strange and creepy place. One of the 
cars was an El Camino, which seemed appropriate for 
this particular motel. There had been a swimming pool 
at some point, which was filled with dirt but still 
marked by a dilapidated fence overgrown by high weeds. 
The motel court was in three sections, made of concrete 
block, with chipping paint. It was a dump.

They arrived at 9:55, and parked. Steven walked to the 
room and unlocked it. He checked the closet and the 
bathroom to make sure that it was all clear. Then he 
waved Hayley in. The first thing they noticed was that 
the window would have to be "open," because the drapes 
had been removed. They wouldn't be having sex beneath 
the sheets, either, because all but the bottom sheet 
had been removed.

Just as the clock changed to 10:00, a vehicle 
approached, its headlights filling the room. The lights 
went off, back on, and off. "I guess that's our 
signal," said Steven.

Hayley leaned into him, giving him a kiss, her hand 
pressing against his cock. He didn't understand why he 
should be so turned on, especially as he had feared 
that he wouldn't be able to perform. But even had 
Hayley not seemed so cooperative, he found himself 
looking forward to what amounted to having sex on 
stage.

He turned with Hayley, so that he faced the window with 
her back to it. With the lights on inside the room, he 
couldn't see anything outside the window. But the sound 
of the vehicle was heavy, and he figured it was a large 
van or sport utility. That helped, because it likely 
blocked the view for anyone else at the road.

He had insisted that Hayley not dress sexy, just to 
tweak Jack and his "good show" instructions. He lifted 
her T-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. 
Then he reached behind her for her bra clasp, which 
secured her plainest white bra, which fell away 
shortly. Hayley responded by unbuttoning his knit shirt 
and pulling it over his head, and then squatting to 
undo his shorts. She pulled the belt away, undid the 
button, and lowered his zipper. His pants fell to his 
ankles, and his underwear soon followed.

Hayley remained squatted, and began licking his cock. 
He didn't look into the van, but knew that all they 
could see was her back and his chest. Ha! And what 
Hayley was doing was really starting to feel good. His 
attention was broken by a quick flash of the 
headlights, and he knew what they wanted. All they had 
seen was Hayley's back, and they couldn't see any of 
the "action." 

He told Hayley to stand and then slowly turned her with 
his hands on her shoulders. As she turned, he was 
imagining more and more of her breasts being revealed 
to whoever was out there. Let them look. He was proud. 
He then reached around and felt for the button on 
Hayley's jean shorts. He then pulled the zipper down, 
and squatted, slowly removing her pants down her legs.

He reached between her legs and caught the front edge 
of her white panties with his fingers, and these he 
pulled down, too. He stood again, letting his hands 
trail over the curve of her hips, across her abdomen, 
cupping her breasts and then giving her nipples a 
gentle squeeze. He leaned in to kiss her neck. He 
became aware that there was a slight reflection of her 
in the glass, and he watched as his hands trailed down 
to her hairless cunt, where a finger found her clit. 
Found her wet clit.

She turned, moving him sideways for the benefit of the 
watchers, and she started sucking his cock. It was rare 
for her to do this, but this time, she seemed eager. 
And it was the show that he had always wanted. She 
looked up into his eyes, gave his cock long licks with 
her tongue, teased the head of his cock with her teeth, 
then sucked him in. It didn't take that long for those 
familiar feelings to start. "Whoa, Hayley. Stop. If I 
cum now, the show will be over until I recover."

At this, Hayley said, "Awwwww. I haven't finished you 
with my mouth since college. This was your only 
chance." Then she hopped up to the bed, laying down, 
and more or less obscenely spread her legs.

"Hayley, how can you be so forward with someone 
watching?"

"Because," she thought, remembering she hadn't told him 
about the group at the doctor's house, "I'm turned on! 
Now suck me!"

Steven more or less dove in, as this was another rare 
offering from his wife. She enjoyed the tease and she 
loved the sex, but the oral stuff had never been a 
favorite. Flickering lights and a tug on his hair by 
Hayley caused him to lean his head to one side, so that 
whoever could see him lick his wife's cunt. While he 
was sure it made for a nice view, it was hard on his 
tongue to stay extended far enough to do the job but to 
keep his face from blocking the view.

He decided to let his fingers do the walking, laying 
next to her on the bed. He had admired her cunt ever 
since she had shaved it. Without the hair, it was a 
much more appealing place to play. He used both hands 
briefly, each pulling her labia apart. She was soaked, 
and he watched closely as he moved her lips to fashion 
a flower of sorts. 

Then he began rubbing his finger along her clit, 
slowly, delighting in the wiggling that it created in 
her. Then he slid a finger in, then two. And he headed 
for her G-spot. This caused Hayley to thrash somewhat 
on the bed and begin to moan. He could drive her to 
frustration this way, but he had never finished her 
off. It seemed like a good way to pass the time, 
though, and she certainly enjoyed it.

After five minutes, his hand was becoming cramped, so 
he withdrew his fingers, which were coated with her 
juices. He sucked his fingers, because she tasted good, 
and then felt a nudge to roll over. It was Hayley's 
show from this point.

***

Hayley was frustrated from the fingers within her. As 
always, he either couldn't stick with the rhythm or 
didn't stay in the right place, or... whatever. It just 
never worked. She had Steven turn so that his head was 
toward the door, but at angle to the window. Then she 
straddled him, grabbing his erection and lowering onto 
him in one sure stroke. As much as she liked foreplay 
and hated sex without it, there was nothing she liked 
better than the feel of a cock inside her when she was 
all warmed up and ready to go.

She leaned over, placing a breast at Steven's lips. She 
would have to make sure he didn't cum too quickly. He 
always did in this position, for some reason. She began 
grinding herself on his cock, making slow circles with 
hips and giving his cock a squeeze when it suited her. 
She lowered her breasts to his lips, alternating them, 
toying with him. He reached for a nipple and pulled it 
downward in a rhythm with her hips, sending shivers 
through her. And then he would bite slightly on her 
other nipple with his teeth, and she moaned. 

She looked up and out the window as she continued 
circling her hips. She couldn't see the car, but she 
could make out her own reflection. It was a show she 
that was putting on, she could see it in the window. 
And somewhere beyond that window was... who was it? Was 
it Jack? Probably not. He didn't have a truck. Was it a 
man and his wife? A group of guys? Were they looking 
into her eyes, or at her breasts? Were they filming 
her, too? Would the blackmail ever end?

She could feel Steven tensing. Not yet, dear, she 
thought. She straightened and squatted on her feet, her 
hands on his pelvis. She began a slow, very slow 
descent on his cock, enjoying the feel within her as he 
penetrated within her. When she bottomed out, she 
slowly raised herself, taking joy in the pleasure that 
she saw in Steven's face. She was going much too slow 
to make him cum, but the feeling remained exquisite. 
She realized that she and Steven had never had sex in 
front of a mirror, and she returned her attention to 
the reflection in the window. She could see almost the 
full length of Steven's six inches, and watched as it 
slowly disappeared within her. And back up. And down. 
And back up. Her legs tired. Enough. She climbed off, 
getting on her hands and knees.

"Steven, fuck me now." She felt a hand on her hip and 
the other feel its way to her cunt. Then, suddenly, she 
was full. "Oh, yes. That's it, fuck me hard!"

Steven slowly retracted his cock, and she backed into 
him to re-state her desire. "Fuck me, dammit! Fuck me 
hard!"

It didn't take much verbal encouragement to get what 
she wanted out of Steven. He began pounding her, his 
cock filling her, his balls slapping against her. Her 
breasts swung with each thrust, her nipples grazing the 
bed sheet. She hated that she was doing this because of 
Jack, but this was so much more enjoyable than it had 
been with the doctor or his friends. It was just the 
two of them, except they were being watched. And it 
turned her on. "That's it! That's it! Harder! Fuck me! 
I want to feel you cum inside me. Her heart was racing, 
and she could tell Steven was about to cum. Then he 
pulled out, and just as she was about to express her 
anger, she felt a stream of cum land across her back, 
then another. Then she felt his hands rubbing his jism 
into her back.

She didn't want that! She rolled over onto her back and 
spread her legs, inserting two fingers, working her 
clit furiously. "Come here and kiss me!" Steven did, 
but then he moved to her breasts, which he cupped and 
began sucking. Then she heard him speak, and it 
surprised her. "That's it Hayley, fuck yourself with 
those fingers. Spread your legs wide, show them your 
pussy. Show them how hot a wife you are." She felt his 
mouth again at her nipples, and she wasn't going to be 
deprived of her climax. She bucked, causing Steven to 
bite her nipple slightly, but she continued through the 
pain as the orgasm hit and washed through her body. She 
remained there, aware of Steven petting her body, 
tracing the surface of her skin with the softest touch.

***

When she awoke, the lights were off. The window was 
open, and she was pretty sure that the vehicle was no 
longer outside the window. Steven was rubbing her back, 
her hips, and her legs, with a light touch. "What time 
is it?"

"It's a little after midnight. You've been asleep for 
about 15 minutes.

"When did the truck leave?"

"Soon after you climaxed and they realized that the 
show was over. I got up and turned the lights off, and 
away they went. But I saw them just before they turned 
on their headlights. It was a man and a woman. I didn't 
recognize them, but it wasn't Jack. There was no sign 
of a video camera, either. I was worried about that. 
You okay?"

"Yeah, at some point I'm going to have to sort out my 
feelings about all this. There's one part of me that 
says this has all been great fun, aside from the guys 
at the elevator. But then there's another part of me 
that wants to crush Jack."

Steven replied, "I know how you feel. In a way, it's 
like a gift that Dr. Gilliam gave us. Our sex life was 
rather stale before all this happened, and now."

"And now, there has to be a point when all of this 
comes to an end. I don't trust Jack, and eventually 
something bad is going to happen." It dawned on Hayley 
that her fantasy, being controlled sexually by another 
man, had changed. The sex was, she had to admit, an 
enjoyable context, but the feeling that she craved was 
to defeat her captor. She had beaten Dr. Gilliam. She 
could do it to Jack. Her romance novels had it all 
wrong, falling in love with the captor. In her favorite 
book, and in all of them it seemed, the heroine was 
captured and raped, then overcame her captive by making 
him love her. How silly she had been. If the historical 
fictions were written in a current setting, the same 
author would have people picketing her home. And be 
deserving of it.

She looked at her husband for several long moments, 
seeing the man who had captured her heart. He raised 
his eyebrows in question. "Steven, make love to me."

***

The website was again updated. There were a few 
pictures posted of Hayley sucking Steven's cock and of 
him fondling her breasts. But apparently, their 
audience was too distracted to take any other pictures. 
"I'll bet Jack is disappointed," said Hayley. "What's 
with the next mission?"

Steven read over her shoulder. ""Next, my slut neighbor 
will. well, just imagine. But I'll post the pictures 
afterward."

"I guess he'll let us know." Steven noticed that Jack 
was now accepting American Express and Discover, 
whereas before it was Visa and MasterCard. Business 
must be on the rise. It was a compliment. Of sorts.

***

Jack was feeling his oats. Hayley, he was now 
confident, would do whatever was needed. But it 
surprised him that Steven seemed just as willing. And 
they wouldn't know it, but he had them to thank for his 
newest, and largest, client. It had been accidental 
that it had worked out, but. Who would have known that 
when he was showing the prospect his computer server 
system, that this person would recognize the ongoing 
monitor on bandwidth, and then have the curiosity to 
ask what website was drawing so much traffic? Jack 
hadn't claimed that the website was his, but when his 
customer said that he would like to see Hayley in 
action, he couldn't help but add, "What if I could 
arrange it?"

And so he had. In the motel room. And it was nice and 
anonymous for his client, who had now signed on the 
dotted line, with the understanding that it was a "one 
time only" negotiating perk. And if he wanted to 
renegotiate later, then... Hayley would just have to 
accommodate him. It was amazing how everything was 
coming together. Coming together. Yes, it was time for 
Jack to give himself a reward.

Then the phone rang.

After hanging up the phone, he decided he better take 
his reward now, rather than later. He drove home, 
knowing that his wife would be out. Then he walked 
across the yard to Hayley's house and rang the 
doorbell.

Hayley opened the door with a curt, "What do you want?" 
Jack just smiled and stepped inside the house.

"Well, it's about your next mission. When was the last 
time you and Steven had sex?"

Hayley tried to think about why this was important to 
know, but decided that it couldn't hurt anything. "This 
morning, before he went to work."

"Perfect. You asked what I want. It's you."

Hayley didn't understand the line of questioning, but 
she understood that Jack now wanted to fuck her. "I 
thought you were afraid of disease."

"Yeah, I'm going to risk it."

"What about your wife? Isn't she home?"

"She went to her mom's house for a week, and I didn't 
do anything to discourage her." Jack held her by the 
wrist and led her up the stairs to her bedroom, which 
he had never scene before except on videotape. "Where 
do you keep your sex toys, and where is the camera?"

Hayley went to the bathroom and pulled out a black bag 
which contained her vibrators, blindfold, and bondage 
straps. She found the camera downstairs and returned 
with it.

As turned on as she had been at Dr. Gilliam's house, or 
with Dr. Gilliam for that matter, Hayley felt nothing 
but violated as Jack removed her clothes. His manner 
was somewhat rough, and he pawed at her breasts, 
pinching them and sucking on them as if he didn't care 
what it felt like to her. But then, he probably didn't. 
Then he had her lay on the bed while he used the straps 
to secure her to the four corners. Hayley felt like she 
could cry, but she didn't want to give in to him. She 
wished Steven was home. A steely hostility took over as 
he felt her body with his hands, leisurely but roughly. 
She felt sorry for his wife.

He undressed, and she was sorry to see that his cock 
was slightly larger than Steven's. She had enjoyed the 
notion that he was blessed with a 3" nub. When he 
entered her, she wasn't wet, and he forced his way in. 
It hurt before it began to feel better. And even after 
it began to feel good, she wouldn't allow herself to 
participate by moving her body. She didn't want him to 
enjoy it. Hayley's mind started to wander to dinner. 
What would she cook? Hayley couldn't imagine why he 
chose now as the time to take her. Was it his intention 
to be fucking her when Steven returned? She ducked a 
kiss to look at her clock. 5:10. Steven would be home 
in 20 minutes.

Without her help, it seemed that Jack was quite content 
to just to thrust within her. He was in no particular 
hurry, apparently, and he continued to grab at her tits 
as best he could while maintaining his balance. It made 
sense, in a way, that he handled her tits so much. His 
wife was almost flat-chested. Ha. 'You can't have 
everything,' came to mind, but then she realized that, 
yes, he could, and he did. She could probably expect 
him to fuck her any day he wanted to.

Something had to be done.

For fifteen minutes he fucked her, removing his cock 
apparently when he was close to cumming, making it 
last. Steven would be here in about five minutes, she 
thought. Murder could happen. Jack started increasing 
his rhythm and thrusting harder. She didn't encourage 
him, and it was all she could do not to move with him. 
Finally, she just closed her eyes as she felt him cum 
within her, a faint heat source within her, fading 
away. She felt him withdraw, but kept her eyes closed. 
She didn't want to see his face, and particularly any 
sign of gloating.

She felt a shift in movement on the bed, and then 
realized he was placing a blindfold on her. Then she 
felt a towel between her legs, apparently cleaning her 
up. Then, ear muffs. She had forgotten those were in 
the bag. What was he up to? And finally, a gag. She 
wasn't sure what cloth he was using. She knew there 
weren't any of those in the bags... Steven would never 
use one.

Then she felt something on her abdomen. It tickled. 
Writing. What was he writing? Why did men seem to like 
to write on her body? Maybe he saw one of Dr. Gilliam's 
pictures. She heard a faint low toned murmur, and she 
hoped it was the garage door. Good. Get this guy out of 
the house. Or maybe it was the air-conditioner turning 
on, as she felt cold air blow against her skin.

***

Steven returned home from work, tired. Tired from 
working, tired of the reality of what his sex life had 
become. Hayley's "events" were a thing of the past. Now 
it was all about Jack. Whereas he had taken so much joy 
in the sexual acts that Hayley had put on while 
controlled by Dr. Gilliam, even with his suspicions, 
and while he could admit that what Jack had made them 
do was fun, it was interesting that their last several 
times together, he and Hayley had enjoyed just making 
love... holding each other, caressing each other, 
kissing lightly and passionately... or just feeling the 
other's hands during the afterglow.

"Hayley?" No answer. Her car was in the garage.

She wasn't downstairs, so he headed upstairs. He found 
his wife spread-eagled on the bed. Tied. Earmuffs even. 
He didn't really want her this way, some other time, 
yes. But he didn't want to disappoint her after she 
managed to get herself laid out like this. He saw there 
was a message on her abdomen. Written in lipstick. 
"I've been saving it all day. Eat me."

Steven didn't know what to make of this. She usually 
emptied herself shortly after they made love. And he 
was no stranger to the taste of his cum, he had licked 
it from her breasts many times. But, he couldn't recall 
sucking it from her cunt. But if that's what she 
wanted. He undressed and got up on the bed and 
approached her cunt. She was hot. She must have played 
with a vibrator before she tied herself up.

He extended his tongue, lightly tracing her labia. She 
didn't move. She was playing it cool. We'll see about 
that. He blew against her sex. Nothing. He found her 
clit and pressed against it, slowly with more pressure. 
Nothing. He used his fingers to spread her lips 
slightly, they remained open easily. He began licking 
the outside of her cunt in wet, wide strokes, enjoying 
the smoothness of her hairless skin. He saw that she 
shivered slightly. He then inserted his tongue into her 
hole, amazed at the wetness inside. She must have 
played with herself a lot to be so lubricated. And as 
his tongue withdrew, he not only tasted his cum, but 
smelled it. 

He liked the smell of it and pressed his nose against 
her pussy, then rubbed her clit with it. Then he went 
inside with his tongue again, licking her juices, and 
his. He didn't realize it would stay so moist or so... 
pungent... through a day. She began raising her hips to 
meet his face, and he licked again, sucking in his cum. 
Well, she was into it now. He backed away from her cunt 
to blow against it again, softly. He was amazed to see 
some cum dribble from her open hole. He licked it up 
with the tip of his tongue, removing it from her flesh 
with the lightest pressure possible. He heard her moan. 
Just as he thrust his tongue inside her, he became 
aware that he was being watched.

It was Jack. He had been in the closet, and he was 
holding the camera. Jack said, "See you later." He 
heard his laugh, short little "heh's," trail off down 
the stairs. Whatever. Oral sex must be the theme for 
the website. Steven was still turned on, and he moved 
up Hayley's body. His cock slid within her easily and 
he began to fuck her. She moved her head slightly, and 
he assumed she wanted the gag off. It looked 
uncomfortable. He wasn't sure where the cloth had come 
from. Slowly grinding within her and resting on an 
elbow, he managed to untie the cloth and remove it. He 
knew the earmuffs would hurt after a while and removed 
those as well. Then the blindfold.

Hayley's eyes adjusted momentarily, then looked 
astonished, then horrified. "What?" Steven asked.

"Nothing. Just fuck me."

Steven leaned forward to give her a kiss, and he was 
surprised that she kept her eyes wide open, as she 
normally closed them during sex. Her mouth parted, 
taking in gasps of air as he began thrusting within 
her, her jaw quivering with sexual tension, and he 
could tell that she was approaching orgasm. But there 
was a look about her face that suggested he was a 
stranger to her. Or something. It was odd. Maybe it was 
because she remained tied to the bed. Finally, her 
eyelids snapped shut and she buckled in orgasm. He came 
within her, and, exhausted, all but collapsed on her.

Her eyes opened, and the strange look remained on her 
face. "Is something wrong?"

She didn't answer. So he kissed her, hoping, if 
anything, to close her eyes again. And it was then that 
her body began to tremble. Her eyes were open, staring 
at him in a way, but she was into the kiss.

She broke away for a moment. "Steven. Untie me, please. 
And then eat me again? Please?"

***

Several hours later, Hayley called Steven into the 
library, where they kept their computer. "I want to do 
something first, before you see the website." She began 
taking his clothes off. His cock was limp, having 
fucked Hayley twice since arriving home. "I love seeing 
it when it's soft." Okay, sure. She reached over, and 
turned on the power to the computer monitor.

Steven looked at the screen, which, not surprisingly, 
was showing Jack's website. The picture was scrolled 
down a bit, and he saw pictures from the afternoon. He 
wasn't surprised to see pictures of his blurred face, 
licking at his wife's cunt. He was aware that Hayley 
kept checking out his cock, which remained soft. His 
only thought was that he wished he had kept un-blurred 
copies of all the pictures, but he wouldn't tell Hayley 
that. He reached over to the mouse and scrolled the 
picture upwards.

"CREAM PIE" No big deal; he enjoyed it. There was 
smaller text. "These pictures were taken when the 
slut's husband returned home from work. He ate her out, 
but good. It was strange for me really. Not to watch 
and take pictures of them. That was great. The strange 
part was that he didn't know that I had just finished 
fucking her, and that he was eating my cum out of her 
cunt! And, of course, that was the challenge that had 
to be kept secret. And he didn't suspect a thing! Come 
back in a couple days to see the slut's biggest 
challenge yet!"

Steven was dumbfounded. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Hayley let a short silence linger, then answered, "I 
was gagged.

Remember?"

"Why did you let him fuck you?"

"For the same reason we've been his little sex puppets. 
He surprised me. He told us he wouldn't fuck me, 
remember? Well, he changed his mind."

"So, what then? He can fuck you anytime?" Jealousy. He 
had never really known the feeling. His neighbor 
fucking his wife?

"Look at yourself. Ever since you learned he fucked me, 
you're cock has been huge. So maybe you can tell me 
what turns you on about it. My guess is that he'll fuck 
me until we can figure a way out of this. I was 
resigned when the doctor forced me to have sex. I can 
do it again." There was a long silence. "Look, we both 
new this was going to happen, if not him, then it would 
be somebody else. 'Absolute power corrupts absolutely,' 
right?"

"It almost sounds like you enjoyed it."

"What, am I supposed to hate sex? He tied me up and 
fucked me. I did my best just to lay there, and I can't 
imagine that he had much fun. He was rough the way he 
grabbed at me, too."

"Well, you didn't seem to be stone cold when I..." 
Steven faltered.

Hayley was quiet, clearly trying to think of what to 
say. "Jack fucked me, and it wasn't great. It wasn't 
even good. I just wanted him to leave. He came inside 
me about three minutes before you showed up. I heard a 
faint noise through the ear muffs, and I thought it was 
the air-conditioning. I knew you would be home anytime, 
but it didn't seem like any time at all before he, that 
is, you, started licking me. I started imagining that 
it was you doing it, because I hated that he was 
licking my sex. Anyway, the fantasy took over, and I 
didn't know that it would turn me on."

"Thinking of me licking your cunt? No. You mean 
thinking of me licking his cum! I can't believe that."

"Well, believe it. When you kissed me afterwards, I 
smelled his cum on your breath. That's why I wanted you 
to fuck me. I liked the smell."

"You liked the smell? When I've licked my cum off your 
tits, you don't want me to get near your face."

"I know, Steven. It surprised me, too."

"So when you told me to eat you again, what was it to 
you? That I was eating my cum, or his again?"

Hayley didn't answer, directly, anyway. "Look at you. 
You're leaking pre-cum. What can I do to make it up to 
you?"

***

The doorbell rang early the next morning. Steven had 
just left for work. It was Jack. "I was surprised I 
didn't hear anything from Steven. He must have enjoyed 
it." Jack came inside and removed Hayley's robe, 
leaving her naked in the foyer. It was too early for 
this.

Hayley didn't say anything.

"So, I figure he liked it. And I decided to leave him 
another surprise." Jack pushed her toward the steps. 
Jack wasn't much for words that morning, either. Hayley 
again tried her "lame" posture, then he told her to get 
on top and ride him. She did. She didn't feel guilty 
about it. It was more a sadness that she was being used 
by so worthless a person. She at least had respect, of 
a sort, for the doctor. But Jack just made her feel 
cheap. He came quickly inside her.

"I can guess that you would probably like me to leave. 
But not today. I've wondered how many times I could 
fuck a woman in a single day."

It became painful in the late afternoon. Hayley knew 
how many times Jack had fucked her, because he was 
counting. And it was during the eighth that he seemed 
to go on forever. He seemed to be having a harder and 
harder time getting to orgasm. The second and third 
times she admitted to herself that she had enjoyed, and 
she was mad at herself after orgasming after both. Jack 
knew that she was becoming responsive and reveled 
verbally in "fucking his neighbor's slut wife good." 

Despite his verbal antics, it felt good, and it was 
impossible for her to stay still. And she was at least 
rewarded by Jack not being so rough with her. He wasn't 
good, but he wasn't bad. But after seven times, her 
cunt and her tits were sore. She was tired of kissing a 
man that was not her husband, and she was tired on 
sucking on his cock between rounds. He finally came 
within her, and they both knew that Steven was due home 
at any minute. Just like yesterday.

"Well, I guess the number is going to stay at 8. Even 
if I had the rest of the evening, I don't think my back 
could take any more. I'm not that out of shape, but 
man, it hurts."

Hayley couldn't resist a small joke. "Well, stop 
fucking around and see a doctor."

Steven looked at her, grinned slightly while holding 
her gaze for a few seconds, then said, "Get your 
bondage ropes."

Hayley replied, "Not again."

"Oh yes. Again. There's something I like about letting 
it be clearly known that I fucked you." He tied her up. 
"And, I want you to be available tomorrow at 4:30." He 
began to leave.

"Jack, can I ask a favor?" That stopped him.

***

Hayley heard Jack leave through the front door. At 
least, she hoped he was gone and wasn't playing a 
trick. It was another 20 minutes before Steven arrived 
home and found her upstairs. She wasn't blindfolded or 
gagged this time, just spread eagled as before.

She said, "Don't worry, he's gone, I'm pretty sure." 
Steven looked her over. She knew she was a mess. The 
sheets were soaked. She had hoped to take a shower in 
the morning. Obviously, that had never happened. She 
knew that her cunt lips were red and swollen, that 
there was dried cum all around her sex, and that a 
little bit of Jack's cum dribbled out now and then. 
"Eat my cum. J!" was written on her shaved mons. And he 
had written with a Sharpie pen in thick block letters. 
She didn't know how long it would take to wash it off.

Steven untied her legs, then her hands. He looked 
worried. He was about to climb next to her on the bed. 
"I'm okay, Steven, but I want you to take your clothes 
off, first." He shook his head, not sure if he should. 
"Go ahead. I want you to." He did, and climbed next to 
her on the bed. He leaned next to her face to give her 
a kiss. It was a short one. She was sure he could smell 
Jack's sweaty cock on her breath. She could.

She traced his cheek with a finger. "Honey, you know I 
love you." She nudged him and pulled him atop her.

"Hayley, I..." She put a finger to his mouth.

"Ssshhhhhhhh," she couldn't explain, but she began 
pushing him on his shoulders, down her body.

"Hayley."

"Ssshhhhhhhh," a tear formed in her eye, surprising 
her. She put her hands on the sides of his head. Her 
vision of this moment was what had gotten her through 
the day. "I'm so sorry." She spread her legs wide and 
pushed his head in to her sex, then closed her legs 
around him.

She felt him pierce her cunt tentatively with his 
tongue and begin lapping her juices... mingled... 
with... another man's... cum. It wasn't that his tongue 
felt that good. She could hardly feel him. Still it was 
the thought, the anticipation, and the sight of him, 
she screamed out in orgasm. Her body convulsed for the 
next five minutes as she held Steven in place. She 
finally relaxed her leg muscles, and he withdrew. Cum 
was on his face. And her juices, too, she knew. But 
mostly cum. She couldn't help but look. "Did you get it 
all?"

Steven replied with a relatively muted, "yeah."

She sat up and traced the ridge of his nose, and a 
cheek. She placed the cum that gathered on her fingers 
at his lips and said, "No. No you didn't." It took 
three more passes with her finger, before she turned 
over onto her knees. It would be like yesterday, she 
decided, as she felt him enter her. One more time.

***

"Just stay here and give me about five minutes. And use 
this."

Jack hurried next door. This was his big opportunity. 
With his newest client came this business contact, and 
it was unexpected in its scope. To run an internet 
service provider was simple enough, and, once you had 
enough business subscribers and began hosting and 
maintaining sites, you could earn a decent living. But 
he wasn't in it for that. He liked what he did, sure, 
but he had started it with the hope of one day selling 
it to a larger company, reaping a cash windfall. ISP's 
weren't the hot commodity lately, but Henry appeared to 
have the cash and the history to make a good offer.

Hayley answered the door. He was really quite happy 
with himself, although he realized that this was 
probably the last time he would fuck her. After all, he 
really was afraid of disease.

"Go get your blindfold," he said. She returned with it, 
along with a very unhappy look on her face. "Cheer up, 
this is probably the last time I'll fuck you," he said.

"Promise? Please?"

"No, I won't, come to think of it." He led her through 
her kitchen and, after a brief resistance, pushed her 
almost forcibly onto her back deck. He turned her 
around and started undoing her blouse, then tossed it 
near the door. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he 
couldn't resist a squeeze of her nipples. They were 
surprisingly cool to his touch. He wished his wife's 
tits were at least half the size of Hayley's, he 
enjoyed having something to grasp.

"Don't do this. Please. You never know when 
neighborhood kids will cut through the yard."

He said, "You're right about that," and then he put the 
blindfold on.

"But somebody might see me!"

"You're right. Somebody might. In fact, it seems like 
I've seen you out here plenty of times. One more time 
won't hurt."

He then undid her shorts and pulled them down, followed 
by her panties. Both of these were thrown near the 
door, as well. Jack took the time to smell her hair, 
and gently pass his hands over her breasts, waist, and 
hips. "Well, you clean up well. You were a mess 
yesterday.." He moved his hand down to her cunt, which, 
as expected, was wet. But wet was only halfway with 
Hayley. She had responded to him yesterday, but he 
didn't want her to be dead as a stone with his client 
watching. He had to get her into it, then she would be 
fun. He thought for a moment, then he began rubbing her 
slit. "Tell me, did he eat my cum?"

A "yes" escaped her lips, almost a whisper, but he 
heard it. She probably hadn't meant to say it. He 
leaned closer to her ear, "And did it turn you on?" She 
shivered in response. "I knew you were a slut. I just 
didn't realize how much. And it seems like you chose 
the perfect mate. Put your hand on the rail. Good. More 
of a bend. That's it."

He reached around her to feel her hanging tits, giving 
her nipples short tugs that prompted little noises from 
her. "I think I'll fuck you like this today." With 
that, he pulled down his shorts and underwear, stepping 
out of them. His cock was hard, and although there 
wasn't the romance or intimacy he was accustomed to 
with his wife, he found that Hayley, for the sheer 
sexual ride, was awesome.

This was one lady that liked to be fucked, and she had 
proven it yesterday. Sex with his wife would never be 
the same again. He felt between her legs and found her 
opening, then guided his shaft within her. His cock was 
relatively numb from the previous day, not to mention 
the jacking off he had done during the night replaying 
it in his mind. The result was that he wasn't going to 
cum anytime soon. And that was good, especially when 
you were being watched.

He gradually increased his rhythm, wishing he had a 
better view of her tits which he knew were swinging in 
time with his thrusts. And while she was meeting his 
thrusts, he decided that this wasn't enough for a show. 
"Hayley, that was quite a lot of cum I left in you 
yesterday. Did you see Steven lap it up? Did you watch 
him suck my jism from your pussy?" He could hear her 
pant. "I don't know how much I have left to shoot in 
you, but will he lick it out, too? You are some kind of 
slut. Just imagine those gooey strands of cum melting 
inside you, mixing with your juices, and then your 
husband, sticking his tongue in there and slurping them 
up, tasting my jism. Who do you think is turned on 
more? Him? Or you?"

Hayley's self-control gave away, and he heard her say, 
"Just fuck me. Fuck me."

"Oh, you want some more cum in there for him, huh? Say 
it louder."

"Fuck me!"

That WAS loud. "What do you want in you?"

"Cum in me! Fuck me hard! I want your cum!"

That, he was sure, was heard next door. This sale 
should be over.

He happily pounded against her cunt as hard as he 
possibly could, and with her continued, but quieter 
demands of being fucked and cumming in her, he reached 
orgasm surprisingly quickly, but feeling precious 
little shoot into her.

She was still breathing hard, her heart racing as he 
turned her so that she faced his house. "There is 
somebody watching, by the way. He's on my deck, and 
he's checking you out. He is also your next challenge, 
but you'll learn more about that later. But for now, I 
promised him a glimpse of what he'll be getting."

Jack cupped Hayley's magnificent breasts with his 
hands, noting how hot and sweaty they now were, giving 
them a squeeze, then pulling on her nipples. Then he 
reached around her waist, told her to spread her legs 
slightly, and pulled her cunt lips apart, hopefully 
exposing her pink flesh to his guest. Although it 
spoiled her look somewhat, it pleased him somewhat that 
his last message didn't appear to be removed at all. 
Perhaps she had bathed around it. He never would have 
guessed that a woman would get turned on by her husband 
eating someone else's cum from her cunt. Or for that 
matter, that a husband would do it. He wouldn't.

Here, hold onto the deck again. He signaled to his 
client to go inside, then put his clothes back on and 
went back into Hayley's house, carrying her clothes and 
locking the door behind him. He made sure that the 
garage and front doors were locked, too, before he 
left.

Henry, his client, was impressed. They watched from a 
window as a naked Hayley scampered from window to 
window, seeing if one was unlocked. One wasn't. She sat 
in a deck chair and turned her back to them, apparently 
waiting for Steven to come home.

"Well, that's her. You've seen the website. I've just 
proven she'll do what I tell her to do. Do we have a 
deal?"

"Yeah, yeah, we have a deal."

***

Hayley didn't have to say anything. With her standing 
on the deck, naked, Steven knew pretty much what had 
happened. He unlocked the door and let her in. "I'm 
going to go shower," she said.

It just wasn't right when another man was fucking your 
wife while you were at work. Steven had to catch 
himself. How far had he slipped in his sexual mores? It 
wasn't right for another man to fuck his wife, period. 
What kind of marriage was this, when you were being 
blackmailed? And Hayley was a mix of emotions. She 
hated what was happening to her, to them. and he knew 
she wanted out from under Jack's thumb. But she was 
randy in a way he had never known. Check that. He had. 
She was a nympho when they were dating, but cooled 
quickly after marriage. But she had been randy, too, 
when under the doctor's control. And he had loved every 
minute of it.

And now, well, he wasn't loving every minute of it. She 
had apologized probably ten times about, what she had 
wanted him to do yesterday. He didn't want to think 
about it. He didn't even want to think about not 
thinking about it. And he couldn't explain his own 
feelings. Why did it turn him on that she had fucked 
other men? The doctor, and now Jack? He hadn't watched 
her being fucked, but the image kept recurring in his 
mind and he couldn't deny his arousal. Would he feel 
the same if he watched? And he could have said no to 
that thing he didn't want to think about. Did he do it 
just to please her? Yes. But he knew that wasn't wholly 
true.

He left his speculations and went to the computer, 
starting it up. He could hear the water run through the 
pipes from the upstairs shower. He knew she had just 
been fucked. The red splotches, the swollen lips 
between her legs. Why hadn't she asked for him to. Stop 
it! He logged on to the net, and went to the one web 
page that at the same time excited and frightened him.

The new challenge was posted. It wasn't anger that 
followed, but resolve.

He called Jack. He was home, of course. He would hardly 
have had time to leave... since fucking Hayley! "We 
won't do it, Jack."

"Yes, you will."

"No, I mean it. Some of the stuff was kind of fun, I'll 
admit. But fucking her, that has got to stop. And this 
next challenge, forget it."

"Did your wife tell you that she actually asked me to 
write that message on her? Have you noticed that she 
hasn't washed it off? And then, today, on your deck, as 
I'm FUCKING HER! Do you know what she says? She says 
you enjoyed eating my cum. Glad to hear it, guy. But I 
don't think you're family and friends will be so 
appreciative."

"Forget it, Jack. It's over. We're done." He hung up. 
And he turned the computer off.

***

Hayley settled in at the computer. Steven was being 
eerily quiet, but he had reason to be. She had no 
choice but to let Jack fuck her. Steven knew that. They 
had talked about it. So she didn't feel particularly 
guilty. She just wish she could understand herself 
better. Why had those silly romance novels turned her 
on in the first place? Could she have resisted the 
doctor, in his office? Could she have stood up to his 
blackmail, let Steven know the score and take the 
consequences? Maybe. Probably not. But she wasn't sure 
of herself, now. 

Being screwed by Jack, she didn't like. But she did, 
sort of. It had turned her on to a whole turn-on that 
she never suspected. She had washed the note from her 
skin as best she could. It would have to remain a 
memory. Of course, Jack's pictures of the first time 
helped. Agh. She had to think of something else. She 
was getting moist.

She decided that she better go ahead and check out the 
site to see if there was another message. It didn't 
take her long to comprehend what had changed on the web 
page, but it took several minutes before she could 
digest the pictures and summon the courage to call 
Steven.

"You're pale."

"Look."

The site headline was: "Hayley Scott, slut neighbor, 
reveals all!" Jack had split the screen into sections, 
so that "Hayley fucks her chiropractor" introduced the 
scenes the doctor had recorded. "Hayley exhibits 
herself around town" preceded their more recent 
pictures. "Her husband Steven sucks my cum out of her 
cunt." More pictures. "I fuck her while my friend 
watches." And all of them showed their faces, clearly.

And a concluding comment was: "Today, they decided they 
didn't want to take me up on my next challenge. I'm 
sorry about that. But maybe they'll respond to your 
requests directly. Their address and phone number is."

"He did it."

"Why?" Hailey asked.

"I told him we were through."

"What? Why? I mean, I can understand, but, why now?"

"His latest challenge, Hayley. I'm to deliver you to a 
hotel room and leave you until morning. He didn't say 
what would happen. He just said that like that strip 
club in Atlanta that provided sex for athletes, you 
were being given to a VIP."

Hayley didn't say anything. Steven still didn't know 
about the doctor's house, and it wouldn't make him feel 
any better to find out now. She had faced it once, and 
she could face it again. She had to find some way of 
comforting him, but at the same time appear frightful 
of what could happen. "Steven, I..."

He laid on the floor and closed his eyes. He had an 
erection in his shorts. And as she felt a shiver of 
pleasure at her remembrance when she first crossed the 
steps to the doctor's house, she as soon felt the 
accompanying despair about being trapped.

"Steven, I have to. We can't let this site stay up like 
this. Somebody could show up at the door. I just hope 
he hasn't contacted anyone yet. Call him."

Steven remained on the floor, his hands rubbing his 
temples.

She picked up the portable phone and dialed. "Jack. 
It's me. I'll do it. Now change the site." She hung up. 
She didn't want to talk to the creep.

After refreshing her screen about 100 times, the site 
returned to its former, anonymous display. She scrolled 
down to the challenge area.

Steven hadn't mentioned that part. She would have to go 
shopping.

***

Hayley hated Frederick's of Hollywood. She didn't like 
their lingerie.

It made her feel cheap. She didn't like their sales 
staff, either. They looked like ex-whores forced to 
find a job. And she didn't like their customers, who 
were either teens into things way too early or women in 
no physical shape to be trying on such slutty outfits. 
Steven always asked for her to dress up, but if he 
couldn't get turned on by seeing her naked, what was 
the point? Besides, she didn't like the idea of 
spending money on something she would wear two minutes 
every six months.

Feeling hostile towards the whole place, and the reason 
for coming, for that matter, she more or less took the 
place by storm, asking direct questions about where, 
picking a g-string that was her size, paying, and 
exiting without any unnecessary conversation. It was 
strange that she would feel so grimy going to a store 
in the mall. But she didn't want to go to Victoria's 
Secret. They might not have g-strings. Plus, she might 
actually bump into someone she knew. Not a chance of 
that at Frederick's. At least she wouldn't have to wear 
the thing after tonight. Whoever it was, she'd give 
him, or them, a souvenir.

It was on the way home that her back started aching. It 
had been building ever since spending that day in the 
bed with Jack. She passed Dr. Gilliam's old office, and 
saw that it was now occupied by another doctor. There 
were only three cars in the parking lot, so they 
weren't busy. She turned the car around and went back. 
Maybe the new doctor kept all the old information, 
which would save a bundle for x-rays.

Dr. Mareshi? She would have preferred an American 
doctor, but then she couldn't justify to herself why. 
And this would save money if they had the old records. 
The secretary was the same one as before. Good. "Hi. 
I'm Hayley. I used to see Dr. Gilliam."

"Oh, yes. Sure, how are you?"

"Well, I haven't had my back adjusted since before he 
went."

"That was such a surprise. I never saw it coming. But 
fortunately for me, Dr. Mareshi came around while we 
were still sorting out the billings, and he decided to 
purchase the practice."

"How long has he been a chiropractor?"

"About 10 years, now. His father used to own the 
practice before Dr. Gilliam."

Hayley's attention was riveted. "Is that so? Is there 
any chance he could see me today?"

After waiting the obligatory 20 minutes in the waiting 
room, Dr. Mareshi entered. She had expected a short, 
Indian looking gentlemen, but the man who entered 
looked European, was probably 6'2", looked to be in his 
30's, and spoke with an Americanized British accent. 
Hayley didn't think that her expectation would be 
improper to share, so she told him.

"Oh, yes. Well, that's funny, isn't it? Go ahead and 
get on the table. My grandfather was a British diplomat 
in India, and he married one of the "natives," he 
actually called them. His daughter, my mom, also 
married a "native," and I carry his name. When my 
mother died, my father decided he wanted to move to 
America, so I've been here since my teens. Enough about 
me. Now, tell me. What is the problem?"

"It's my back. I used to see Dr. Gilliam every month or 
so, and he would twist my neck a certain way and give 
my cervical area a pop with the vibrating gizmo." 
Hayley had no idea what it was called, but Dr. Mareshi 
seemed to understand.

"Oh, yes. I have your chart, but I hadn't looked at it. 
Tell me, have you ever been to Madras?"

Hayley couldn't answer, but shook her head.

"I see that Dr. Gilliam played this tape for you." 
Hayley was incredulous. She understood everything he 
said and could contemplate those things, but she 
couldn't speak. It was quite different from the tape. 
She lost all awareness during that, she thought. "Now 
tell me, Hayley, what did Dr. Gilliam do?"

She found herself telling him everything. His questions 
were gentle, but probing. Just as it occurred to her 
that she shouldn't tell him about that, then she did. 
And not only about it, but all about it. It was 
perplexing. She told him the whole sordid story... the 
pictures... the blackmail... the sex... even her 
feelings about being used, her fantasy, her sexual 
resolve on Dr. Gilliam's porch, and her triumph over 
him.

And after she had said it all, she became fearful that 
he would use her, too. Would she ever be free of this 
mess?

"Hayley, you've told me your fantasy, about being a 
captive. Now I have a question for you. Do you really 
want me to tell you to remove your shirt?"

"Yes." It surprised her, but even as she heard her own 
voice, she recognized it was true. She felt ashamed of 
herself.

"You've been truthful. And now I'm going to be 
truthful. I'm not going to do that. In fact, I want you 
to say 'Madras, Delhi." She repeated the names of the 
cities. And suddenly the spell was gone.

"What? How?"

It is a subliminal remnant of the tape that makes you 
susceptible to hypnotism. My father new about it. 
Gilliam didn't. It was a short-cut so that he wouldn't 
have to replay the tape each time a patient came in. It 
cut into his appointment times, you see. You're the 
fifth female client I've had that used to see Gilliam. 
They were photographed, but I left them without a 
memory of it since it would do them no good. But I've 
known that someone got to Gilliam. There was no other 
way to explain his current behavior. I had thoughts of 
helping him, but... I see that he deserved it. I'm so 
sorry for the pain that this has caused you and your 
husband, despite the pleasures which you obviously 
remember fondly."

Hayley blushed. It felt good to blush. "So, you don't 
use the videotape?"

"I wish that I could say no. But I try to use it as 
ethically as I can. My trade has a habit of trying to 
hook people into continued services up to months at a 
time, but for most problems, if they can't be improved 
within a month, then Chiropractic is not the solution. 
Yours is slightly different, and not uncommon, that you 
need adjustments when you feel the need. But there are 
many who approach our services with more than a healthy 
skepticism, and in certain cases, I know they will not 
come back as long as they need to. So, I suggest to 
those clients, that they return for a reasonable number 
of visits, always less than a month, to give them the 
best opportunity of not needing my services again. It 
was with this intent that my father started using the 
tape."

"I need it." And she said it so that he believed her.

"Why?"

Hayley told him about the repercussions of the doctor's 
actions, skipping the embarrassing parts, but getting 
to the point that the mess she was in was still, 
ultimately, due to that tape.

"Hayley, I can't give you a copy. You've seen what it 
can do. You shouldn't think yourself above it just 
because of your need. In fact, look at Gilliam now. 
That bordered on the power corrupting you, as well."

"Then, can you help me?"

***

Hayley drove home with a mission. The mission for that 
evening couldn't be avoided, but perhaps future ones 
could. When she pulled into her driveway, she was happy 
to see that Jack's car was in his driveway. He was 
fortunate to have a job where he could work from his 
house much of the time. She wished Steven could do the 
same.

She didn't know if Jack was going to help himself to 
her again. But she needed him to. She couldn't just 
call him and set him up. It wouldn't be obvious, but it 
would be suspicious given their current "relationship."

She went upstairs and undressed. If she managed to get 
this done now, she could still bathe and nap before 
Steven returned home. She found a bottle of tanning 
oil. It was old, but it should work. She preferred high 
protection factors in sunscreen to the baking lotion 
she had used in college. Was this that old?

She grabbed a towel and went downstairs. She turned the 
music on to a radio station so that it would play 
through the outdoor speakers on the deck. She unlocked 
the front door, then she walked onto the back deck, 
laid her towel down in a lounge chair, adjusting it so 
that it faced Jack's house, and reclined.

She poured some of the oil onto her leg, and she began 
smoothing it over her skin. Her skin began to shimmer 
from the oil. She did this slowly, almost erotically, 
imagining that she was with a lover who wanted to take 
his time feeling every inch of her. She wasn't turned 
on in the least, but she hoped that Jack would catch 
the sound of the music and give a look her way. The 
rest she could leave to his baser instincts.

It was about four minutes later that she had worked her 
way up to her breasts, pouring oil on her left one, 
when Jack came through the door onto the deck.

"Hayley, I must say, you surprise me. Here I am 
thinking that my wife is coming home in a couple of 
days and generally feeling sorry for myself that I have 
to go back to ground beef after dining on a filet. I 
hadn't planned on fucking you today, but I started 
thinking of that tight bald pussy and your luscious 
tits, just waiting for me over here. And all I have to 
do is go over. And no sooner do I think this than I see 
that you're home. And not just that, but you're giving 
me a show. So, I'm over my shock. Now, let me help you 
with that oil." He began massaging the oil into her 
breasts, somewhat roughly. He wasn't the lover that she 
had been imagining. He interrupted her thoughts. "So, 
I'm curious, why did you want me? I was clearly 
invited. You like my cock? Or did you want some more of 
my jism for that cum licking husband of yours?"

Hayley hadn't considered that particular kink, but 
decided that it was a good basis for getting this over 
with, and perhaps enjoying it, just a little, she told 
herself, too.

"Yeah, Jack, that's a lot of it. I've been thinking all 
morning about whatever you have in store for me tonight 
at the hotel. And it turned me on. You see how wet I 
am."

Jack looked down at the bare skin where her legs met 
and placed a finger against her slit. Slopping wet. 
"Damn."

"So, when I get turned on, there's certain fantasies 
that I like. So, I decided, yes, I wanted your cum. I 
want my husband to have a little fun before I go away 
tonight. It didn't seem right that I should just ask 
you, given that you're the prick that you are. But I 
didn't want to miss out, either."

Jack stood. "Well, you're not going to miss out on a 
thing, you little slut." He pulled his knit shirt over 
his head. "Why don't you do the rest?"

Hayley leaned up and sat at the end of the lounger. She 
could play the slut. She ran her fingers across his 
cock, feeling it tremble slightly under his shorts. She 
looked up into his eyes, giving him the fantasy of 
whatever he wanted her to be, as she undid his shorts 
and pulled them to the ground with his underwear.

"Suck me. You haven't done that before."

She just grinned at him, and began licking his cock. He 
was clean, at least, but she was annoyed by the hairs 
that caught in her mouth. She concentrated on the head 
of his cock, licking it and slurping at it, noisily. 
Then she grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, 
causing the head of his cock to grow massively. She 
couldn't help but be impressed and gave him a couple 
more licks. With her other hand she grabbed his 
scrotum, just above his balls, squeezing them into 
their sac. Time for more acting. "Ooooh, Jack. Your 
balls feel so large and... heavy. I hope you're just 
full of cum."

Jack started moving his pelvis, causing her hand to 
stroke his cock. "Now, now, big Jack. I don't want your 
cum out here. I want you to cum in my pussy. I want to 
feel this thick shaft inside me. I want you to fuck 
me," she licked her lips, ".HARD."

She leaned back and spread her legs. She gripped her 
cunt lips with both hands and spread them so he could 
see her most private parts. Then she stared at his cock 
and added in a throaty whisper, "Fuck me Jack."

Jack went over to the deck chairs and removed two seat 
cushions. He threw them on the ground next to the 
lounger and said, "get on your hands and knees, slut."

She did, and looking coyly back over her shoulder, she 
settled on her elbows and raised her hips, giving him a 
clear view of her sex. It wasn't a second before she 
felt him thrust into her.

Her playacting worked extremely well. His cockhead felt 
huge as he pushed his way in. In fact, his whole cock 
seemed larger. She didn't have to act now. "Ooooh. That 
feels so good. So good. You're so big. Oh! Oh! 
OOOhhhhhhh! Fuck me! That's it, fuck me! I want to feel 
you cum in me, that's it!" Her breath gave out, at 
least to speak, as she was just keeping up with sucking 
in air. She could feel his balls slap against her, all 
the way on her mound, as if they were wrapping around 
each thrust. She was spread so wide, and he was 
stretching her, and it felt so good. Finally, he shot 
within her, three spurts that she could feel, and then 
she could only feel his convulsions. "Yes, that's it, 
cum in me! I want every little drop."

She rolled over, looking at him. He was holding his 
back, trying to straighten in a way that didn't hurt. 
"Come here. I'll suck you. I want you one more time."

"Ahhh. No. I think I'm shot. Besides my back is killing 
me, and I've got to make a couple of arrangements for 
tonight."

She didn't know what that would bring, but decided to 
stay in character. "Well, I'm sure there will be some 
more cum for my cunt, won't there?"

He shook his head and stood. "Count on it. I need to 
get going." He began to dress, but still rubbed his 
back from time to time.

She waited a few moments, lying on the cushions. She 
kept her legs spread, so he could see his work. This 
caught his eye. Then she stood up, almost abruptly. 
"Hang on. I went to the quack doctor today. I'm feeling 
fine. You ought to give him a call; maybe you could 
last for two rounds then. I'll get his card."

She went into the kitchen and retrieved it from her 
purse. She hoped that would do it. Give him a solution 
to his pain and challenge his masculinity to make him 
go. If it didn't work today, then it would the next 
time. It was her only hope.

Jack looked at her crotch. "Look, you and Steven have 
fun with that. But when you go to the motel tonight, 
you need to be all cleaned up. VIP, remember?"

"Gotcha. No hints?"

He walked to the front door, turned and smiled. "None."

***

By the time Steven was home from work, Hayley was 
cleaned up. Steven would be going through enough that 
night, she was sure, that she didn't need to possibly 
make matters worse by having him lick her cunt. 
Although she had debated it.

They shared a rather quiet meal together. Salad, 
chicken, broccoli, some bread. They didn't stock 
alcohol in the house, or that would have been included 
on this night.

Had it been raining, her choice of wardrobe would be 
easier. But it wasn't. So she selected her black dress. 
It more or less clung to her body. She wore a bra, and 
overall, it looked good. The absence of a panty-line 
was obvious, Steven mentioned. But she could tell he 
liked it.

They parked at the hotel, a few minutes early. "Are you 
sure you can do this?"

"Yeah, it's just one night. I'll get by."

"Hayley, if somebody should hurt you."

"I know. I'll handle it. It'll be okay, Steven."

There wasn't much to say that hadn't been said.

They left the car in the garage, and walked through the 
lobby to the registration desk.

"Scott, Steven."

"Ah yes, we have you in room 911."

"That will be fine." And just the way he had requested. 
If Hayley needed help, it was an easy room number to 
remember.

They finished sorting the registration details and went 
to the elevator, where Hayley pushed "9."

"This is sort of different from the last time I rode an 
elevator in here. How ironic that it would be the same 
hotel."

The elevator opened, and they found their room and 
entered. Hayley was happy to know that Steven would be 
nearby, and that she had a suitcase of clothes waiting. 
They sat on the bed, holding hands, not talking.

"It's time."

"It's quiet over there," Hayley said, standing. "Help 
me a bit."

Steven unzipped his wife's dress and unclasped her bra. 
She removed it, and he zipped her back up. Then she 
removed a shoe, and he slid a passkey to their room in 
it, in case she had the need and opportunity to bolt. 
She put her foot back in. The card was concealed well 
enough. "And here's the key for that room."

He opened the door for her. The elevators were a short 
distance to the left of the room, and her appointment 
was in 913. Steven had hoped that there would be a 
connecting door between the rooms, so that he could at 
least listen for signs of trouble, but there wasn't.

He held her hands in his and slowly embraced her, 
pushing her against the corridor wall, next to the 
room. They kissed, and he let go. Steven said, "I've 
got my room key. I'll be through these doors at 9:00, 
on the dime." Hayley nodded. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she said. Steven rubbed her hips for 
a few moments, feeling his wife's body, before letting 
her go.

Hayley nodded, and Steven unzipped the back of her 
dress. It fell to the ground, and she stepped out of 
it. He quickly picked it up and hurried the 20' or so 
to his room door, which was recessed in the hallway. He 
heard Hayley slip the pass-key into the slot. By the 
time he looked, he saw just a peek of Hayley, wearing 
just the black g-string and high heeled, black 
spaghetti-strap shoes, entering the room. Steven went 
in and fell on the bed. Leaving your wife practically 
naked to enter a hotel room, was not a good thing to 
do. He just hadn't seen any options.

***

The first thing Hayley noticed was the cold. The 
temperature was really low. Her nipples were already 
hard, but the air made them almost painful, never mind 
the goosebumps. She quickly closed the door behind her.

There was no one to be seen or heard. She had expected 
the opposite. She had expected... some number of 
people, just waiting to fuck a party slut. Why else 
would she have to show up without any clothes on? She 
stepped past the closet and the bathroom, peaking 
around the corner to where the bed was. Only, it wasn't 
a bed. It was a living area. She was in a suite. The TV 
wasn't even on.

She stepped a little further and found a tray of cheese 
and crackers. Wine. Grapes. Strawberries. She wasn't 
hungry. She turned a corner to find the bedroom.

A king size bed lay in the middle. It was fully made, 
but the sheets were turned down. There were no video 
cameras that were apparent. The window shades were 
open, but an inner curtain covered the window. She was 
relieved, just cold. It wasn't the first impression she 
had been expecting.

"You look like you need to be warmed." It was a deep 
voice, a bass. She turned and looked. "My name is 
Henry." He was leaning against a doorframe to a second 
bathroom. She couldn't help but look him over from head 
to toe. He was perhaps 6' 6", huge. He had the build of 
Dolph Lungren. His face was handsome, almost European 
looking. His body rippled with muscle, his abdomen 
pronounced. He was hairless from the shoulders down, 
and his body glistened. He could be Superman without a 
uniform. And he was without.

And it was obvious what he wanted with her. Everything 
about him spoke of strength. Long fingers, big hands. A 
wide chest tapering to a small waist, set high above 
long legs. And a cock that that just hung from his 
crotch. She had never scene anything like it. It wasn't 
erect, it was just... huge... hanging... and 
marvelously black. It swung with his steps as he 
approached her. She tried, but she couldn't look away.

"I saw you with Jack, and I knew you would be a special 
treat." And with that, he grabbed her long brown hair 
and pulled her head back, to begin with a kiss. After a 
few brushes of the lips, she realized that he had a 
long tongue, too. But she could make do with hers, and 
she could tell he appreciated her fighting spirit. He 
broke off their kiss and smiled at her. Just as her 
romance novel fantasy had come true in a fashion, it 
appeared her recurring dreams were about to do so. It 
was as if her body had been waiting for this. This 
wasn't at all what she had expected. She looked up at 
him and reached for his cock. Then she had to look down 
again, to see what she was handling.

He grinned at her. "So, you're warming to your task." 
He wasn't hard, but he was hardening. Her fist was in 
the middle of his shaft, and she had room for hands on 
either side. 10 inches? 11? "It's 11 inches long... in 
case you were wondering." She just stared at the 
monster in her hand. She couldn't reach around it with 
her fingers. "And it's seven inches around at the 
thickest point. I'll bet that you've never had a black 
man before, have you?"

Hayley found her voice. "Yes. Once. Not as big." It was 
all she could say.

"I'm surprised. But that's good. There's something 
about a white woman that I just love. Your hair, for 
one. It's nice. I like the way it feels, the way it 
sifts through my fingers. And I like the way your 
breasts look. Don't get me wrong. Black women look 
fine. But I like the pink nipples. It makes white women 
look more, feminine, and it makes your breasts look 
like they're asking to be sucked. And I like to see the 
color of my hand against your skin." He placed his hand 
on her abdomen. It seemed to cover her entire mid-
section. He rubbed his hand around, as if he was 
feeling a baby inside. "But mostly, I like to." He was 
interrupted.

"Come on. Show me." Hayley was still looking at his 
cock as she put her fingers through the side of her 
thong, sending it quickly to her feet. She removed her 
feet from her shoes a little more carefully, not 
wanting the passkey to be obvious. She leaned back on 
the bed, her knees at its edge. She reached for his 
cock again, and began stroking it. The monster seemed 
to leap to life. As his cock began to rise, the view 
opened to his massive ball sac. It had to hang over six 
inches, longer than Steven's cock. And the size of his 
balls were... huge. She gave a silent laugh remembering 
the lies she had complimented Jack with. But this.

The head of his cock frightened her. As he neared her 
cunt, it seemed to grow. There was no way it was going 
to fit. He dipped just the tip into her slit, and the 
sensation of heat was overpowering. He backed away 
slightly. The tip of his cock was wet with her juices. 
He reached his long black fingers towards her sex and 
parted her cunt, holding her open as he reinserted his 
cock. It was hard and straight. He didn't even have to 
use his hands for something so... massive. The feeling 
was... exquisite. The head of his cock just seemed to 
keep opening and opening her tight passage. Just when 
she felt like she couldn't take any more, her muscles 
collapsed around the thickness of his shaft. He was in, 
and she felt full already. But he wasn't moving, so 
there was little satisfaction in it. But she just 
felt... full. She couldn't imagine how this was going 
to work.

A "No!" came from somewhere inside her as he slowly 
retracted the head of his cock, completely exiting her, 
the sensation feeling like he was almost tearing her, 
yet it was still pleasure that washed through her. Even 
the slit on his cock was huge. He pressed inward again. 
It was... intense. It would never bring her to orgasm, 
it just tightened every muscle in her body. She felt 
the head pass her inner muscles again before they 
constricted around his shaft once more, and she still 
felt stretched. He pushed probably an inch, and her 
body began to shake. It was hard to breathe. He removed 
himself slowly, once more. Even after withdrawing, her 
body continued to shake. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

She shook her head, but she couldn't seem to stop the 
shaking. He gave a light laugh, and began again. "It's 
always like this. It's why I need all night, sort of. 
It takes a while just to get you ready." He went deeper 
this time. She was still shaking, and he kept pushing 
until she gave a slight wince, then withdrew, but not 
all the way out this time. He pushed again and, seemed 
to find a different path. Maybe her organs moved. It 
felt better, and it felt new. She had never been 
touched there. He began to withdraw. She decided to 
distract herself from the shaking by doing some quick 
math. Let's see, about 2" for just the head, and maybe 
5" farther. Four to go. There was no way.

She felt him push again, gently yet firmly, well past 
the point where Steven usually "hit." He had always 
seemed like a perfect fit, and now. She could feel the 
mass within her pull back again, then forward. She was 
breathing heavily now, searching for oxygen, her 
muscles throughout her body screaming due to the 
tension. He was pushing again, and she saw stars. He 
had found a place, somewhere, where he just fit. She 
looked up to see him smile.

"There's always a way. Patience." He withdrew again, 
then pushed back into her, finding the same place 
twice. And again. Then faster. It felt like he was in 
her abdomen. He was, she realized. His cock was where 
his hand was earlier. It was as he picked up speed and 
force that she began to feel his balls. She loved the 
feel of a man's balls slapping against her sensitive 
areas. With his cock so deep in her, it was like two 
time zones of sensation.

He held her tightly, and somehow, managed to turn her 
over, moving her leg across while still keeping part of 
his cock inside her. Incredible. She was on her hands 
and knees when he gave his next thrust. The sensation 
caused her arms to collapse. His giant hands remained 
on her hips, keeping her cunt in position for his next 
thrust. And he had control. Her head was spinning. If 
she had decided to count his strokes, it would have 
been impossible. 

Maybe she couldn't count that high, and she couldn't 
keep a thought in her head anyway. He thrust into her 
again, the length of his tool giving so much continuous 
sensations. She started seeing colors through her 
eyelids, dancing, swirling... sparking. Then she 
started feeling warm inside. It took her a few moments 
to realize he was cumming. It was so different. She 
felt the twitching within her, but there weren't 
streams of jism. There just wasn't enough room. It was 
more of a flood, a hot one. He was just filling her up.

Finally, he withdrew. She rolled over to see his cock, 
still massive, still stiff, coated with shiny fluids. 
His balls still hung loosely. He had much more cum to 
give her.

"Watch," he said. He inserted a finger into her cunt. 
She didn't even feel him. "You're not watching."

She looked at his hand, and he reentered his finger. A 
wave of cum oozed from her opening. It made her dizzy 
thinking about it. He withdrew his finger so that only 
his fingertip was in her. And just like that, he found 
her sensitive spot, a slight ridge in her opening wall, 
well before her g-spot. He rubbed at it, pressing 
against the ridge along its length. She came hard. And 
noisily.

While she was recovering her breath, he moved up her 
body, squatting at the side of her head. He placed his 
warm cock across her lips. She normally didn't like 
sucking Steven's cock, at least beyond some playful 
licks, but this... this was deserving. She slid her 
mouth along its length, slowly, but still, it took so 
long to reach the base. She was amazed at the texture 
of his shaft, the different sizes of veins, some of 
which were just huge. 

Then she worked her way back up. She didn't know how he 
managed to keep it so smooth, but it was like a treat. 
She tried scraping his cock with her teeth. She 
couldn't even fit the girth of his shaft between her 
lips. And she tasted their juices that she picked up 
along the way, but she didn't care. Maybe this was how 
Steven. The shock of the thought stunned her, that it 
could possibly turn him on. Steven! She had forgotten 
that he was just a room away from this.

His balls. They were huge, and like the rest of him, 
hairless. They were so low in his sac, she could grip 
her full hand around it, making his balls swell as they 
emerged at the bottom of her hand. She licked at them, 
and began sucking on them, amazed at how smooth the 
skin became around them. Henry shifted so that the tip 
of his cock was at her mouth. "I can't," she said. 
There was no way. She couldn't decently suck her 
husband's cock without an unpleasant urge. Henry 
nodded, and said, "Do what you can." So, she continued 
to lick the head, finding it hard to believe it took so 
long just to circle the head with her tongue, and 
enjoying the velvety smoothness of it.

She stopped suddenly. "I want to sit on it."

Henry laughed. "Alright woman, but I haven't recovered 
yet. It could be a long ride."

"Promise?" And she meant it.

He laid out on the bed and rolled onto his back. He 
held his cock in position, a black tower. She thought 
she had a vibrator by that name, and here was the real 
thing. She had to squat from her feet. She couldn't 
just sit on her knees and get him to fit. It blew her 
mind. She lowered herself onto it, her hands on Henry's 
chest for balance. 

She watched his cock as she lowered herself, and she 
was amazed to see the cum pour from her cunt as he 
displaced it. She finally worked her way to the bottom, 
where she sat in a wet pool of his cum. She shifted to 
her knees, knowing that she would need his help to get 
off later. Unreal. It made her feel very earthy, very 
sexy, very... alive.

She decided to take a stroke, and raised up about six 
inches before coming down hard. The feelings within her 
were too powerful. She tried again. And lost her 
breath. Again. She stopped herself. She might pass out. 
So she grounded herself again and decided to grind on 
top of him. That felt fine.

She felt his hands on her breasts, so she watched. He 
stretched her areole with two fingers, pulling the skin 
tight across her nipple. Then he leaned up and gave it 
a flick with his tongue. It felt good. Ohhh, did it 
feel good. He felt the rhythm that she had with her 
cunt, and he was sending jolts at just the right time.

She closed her eyes. There was no dream to see anymore. 
The dream was nothing to compare with the feeling that 
she had within her. She opened her eyes, and saw his 
black torso lying underneath her pale pubic area. It 
was beautiful. And she could feel the hot stiffness of 
his cock... all through her, so deep within her. And it 
made her cum.

As she recovered, she saw him reach over to the phone 
and dial. "Yeah. Hey, it ain't gonna work out. You go 
on. Yeah, I know. I'll see you then."

Hayley was still convulsing slightly, but trying to 
settle down and understand what he had been talking 
about.

The concern on her face prompted an answer. "That was 
Jack. He had rounded up some guys and wanted to set up 
a gang bang." Hayley shivered involuntarily. She didn't 
want anything to do with Jack, but she had sort of 
expected a crowd, and... she was only momentarily 
disappointed until the feeling of Henry within her 
reminded her that she was fully satisfied. "I think he 
wanted to be a roving cameraman. But I decided that I 
want you just to myself."

Hayley grinned, and said, "Thank you. I want you, too, 
Henry. I've never." She couldn't express herself.

"Few women have...?"

This time she understood the look on his face, 
surprised he didn't know. She answered, "Hayley." She 
could tell that he didn't trust that it was her real 
name, but it didn't really matter.

She leaned over as best she could with his stiff cock 
inside her. Her breasts were met by his gigantic hands 
as she placed a kiss on his lips.

"Hey, I promised you a long ride." With that he wrapped 
an arm around her and stood, easily lifting her with 
him, still impaled on his shaft. She wrapped her arms 
around his neck, catching site of her white body 
against his chocolate chest in the mirror. He carried 
her to the window, where he parted the curtains. He 
leaned her against the glass, which was cool to her 
back. 

She hoped the window was secure, it was a long way 
down. She held on tightly to his neck and shoulders. He 
held her under her thighs, lifting her slightly, 
spreading her, holding her in place. Then he started 
fucking her. Being held off the floor so easily, the 
sounds of the city behind her, the possibility that 
someone could see her. She came many times in her long 
ride. He came once, much later. Then the next ride 
began.

***

Steven was frustrated. He couldn't sleep. It had been 
over three hours. He had put a glass against the wall 
and couldn't hear any sounds from the next room. He 
stayed by the door for the longest time, to see if 
anyone came or left. Nothing. Just quiet. He thought he 
could handle it better if just knew what they were 
doing. His imagination was making it all the worse. He 
knew his wife was getting fucked. He just had a great 
need to know who. How many? Were they being kind? Were 
they being rough? He couldn't wait any longer.

He closed his room door quietly, then inserted his key 
and reopened it. Good. There was hardly a noise. He 
went to 913 and inserted the key for their room. He 
turned the handle, peered inside, saw no one, and 
entered. He carefully shut the door behind him. He 
didn't see anyone. He moved forward, and very carefully 
peeked around the corner. No one. It was den furniture. 
A suite. He saw the connecting door ahead, which was 
shut. He moved closer, and listened through the door.

He heard Hayley giggle, then a deep voice. They were 
talking, or playing, or he didn't know what. And he 
couldn't possibly open the door without being noticed. 
He heard her squeal. Were they tickling? He heard what 
he thought was a, "I'll shut you up," followed by what 
he knew to be one of Hayley's grunts. The kind she made 
when a cock entered her. This wasn't helping. 

He didn't particularly like that she was having a good 
time; he had expected that he would somehow save her 
from a terrible situation. He listened longer, just to 
make sure. Yes, she was getting fucked. And it went on. 
And on. It sounded like she had orgasmed at least three 
times, minutes apart each. He couldn't take it anymore.

Back in his room, Steven laid on the bed, looking out 
at the night sky which shone through the window. He 
played with himself casually. He wanted to cum, but he 
just felt guilty, dirty.

It was a night to remember. They slept a few hours, 
then the light entering the room woke Henry. And then 
he woke her as he ever so gently tried to probe her 
cunt with his cock. Hayley was exhausted, but she was 
ready for one more ride. But she made him wait. Her 
bladder was full. And her cunt, too, as it would turn 
out. Some of Henry's cum leaked, but she decided not to 
clean herself up since he was about to fuck her again. 
Or was it that she was going to fuck him again? It had 
been a night of surprises. She hurried back.

When she returned, she found Henry stroking his cock. 
It was another memory to keep. His cock reached about 
four inches above his belly button. She would have to 
see Steven do that and compare, not that she would tell 
him.

She found that their last go didn't start as a 
comfortable ride. She was very sore, but as he picked 
up the pace, her passion overruled the discomfort. 
Surprisingly, Henry came rather quickly, but she was 
amazed to feel yet more cum fill within her. Steven 
would have been empty long ago.

He withdrew and petted her nicely as she regained her 
composure. She asked him to sit up in the bed, then she 
rolled over onto her stomach and placed both hands at 
her clit. She stared at the black tower, still erect at 
his crotch, remembering the feel of it, and she quickly 
brought herself to orgasm.

Henry stood and went into the closet, returning dressed 
in a suit and holding a small bag. "Just so you know, 
I'm going to buy Jack's company. You've been a great 
pleasure, but I'm actually sorry to say that you were 
part of the deal. He had a few conditions attached. One 
of them was these two video cameras. I'm keeping one, 
he's taking the other. But you'll know where I'll be. 
If you ever want a copy, just let me know."

"He'll blackmail you, like he's been blackmailing me."

"Nah, I'm not married, and I'm new to the area. I'll 
handle it if he does. But listen, I've always had a 
fantasy of riding in a limousine around town, a naked 
white chick in the backseat and more than a little sex. 
If you ever want to make it happen, look me up. Your 
husband can come along, too. To watch, that is. Tell 
you what, you do the limo ride, I'll give you the 
video. I won't make any copies." It was a tempting 
proposition.

He opened the bag, spilling the contents on the bed. 
Hayley felt a wave of anxiety replace what had been a 
wonderful afterglow. He pulled the bedcovers off the 
bed, which were already hanging on the sides. "This is 
one of those terms." Hayley tried to relax as he 
restrained her arms and legs. "I think this was so you 
don't beat him up when he gets here."

"Jack's coming?"

"Yes, in about 5 minutes. Say, can I keep this?"

He was holding the g-string. "Sure, hang it in your 
office so I can see it when I stop by." She gave him a 
wink. "And Henry?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for last night. I was really scared about what 
could have happened."

"Ah. Thank you, Hayley. Thank you." And he left.

Like clockwork, Jack entered minutes later. "Well, look 
at you."

Hayley hadn't really had the chance. There was dried 
cum on her breasts and stomach. She could feel 
something dried and crinkly on her neck and between her 
legs, plus the full feeling she had of the warm cum 
inside her.

"Well, it was one guy, but it looks like you fucked an 
army!" She didn't rise to his bait. He tested the knots 
that Henry had tied, then reached in his pockets and 
pulled out a small metal key. "Steven is going to need 
this." He looked at her cunt. "Well, it's a good thing 
I came prepared." He pulled out a toothbrush and placed 
the key ring in the bristles. Then he approached her 
cunt.

"What are you doing?"

"Like I said, Steven will need the key, so I'm putting 
it where he can find it."

Hayley's head sunk back into the pillow, and she let 
out a large breath. Poor Steven.

He inserted the toothbrush into her cunt. She assumed 
that she must be stretched still because she hardly 
felt it. She saw him turn the toothbrush and give it a 
shake, and she felt the key settle inside her.

He pulled the toothbrush out and made an unpleasant 
face. "Damn! I've never seen so much cum." She saw some 
ooze from the toothbrush, and could feel some dripping 
from her cunt. "I hate to waste so much, though." He 
flung the toothbrush at her cunt, so the cum hanging 
from it struck the inside of her thigh.

He then took off his pants and underwear, sporting what 
was, for him, a large erection. Her scales had changed, 
she realized. "Surely you're not going to fuck me?" she 
asked.

"I wouldn't think of it." He began stroking himself, 
and grinning as he did so. "A little more for that 
honey pot of yours, you know. Now he can eat cum from 
two people at the same time. If Henry hadn't changed 
the plan, it would have been from five guys. But this 
will do." He stroked himself very fast, and pointed his 
cock at her pussy just as he ejaculated. A few spurts 
of cum, then some drops. "There, that looks better. I 
can hardly see your pussy through all that. Hey, and 
Steven should be here any minute."

He bent over to pick up his clothes, a short grimace of 
pain as he straightened. Please, thought Hayley.

Jack left the bedroom and went to the other side, 
apparently waiting by the door for Steven. She heard 
him enter, and looked at the clock. 8:55. She was glad 
he didn't wait. She was ready to be done with this.

It took a few moments before Steven appeared in the 
door. Jack had apparently made him strip first. "Are 
you okay?" She could see that he hadn't slept much, but 
then, neither had she.

"Yeah, honey. I'm fine. I'll tell you later, but I'm 
fine." Jack followed him in.

"Good, alright, we're reacquainted. Steven, I want you 
to get between her legs and cum on her cunt." Jack got 
his camera, ready to take pictures.

Hayley watched as Steven started stroking himself, but 
he looked too tense to do what he had to do. "I'm okay, 
really. Go ahead, I want to see you finish." It was her 
pet word she used with him.

It took him a few uncomfortable minutes, obviously 
affected by Jack watching, before he came. Hayley was 
pleased to see that he shot more than Jack, but she was 
surprised he didn't empty himself during the night.

"Good. Good. All right, Steven, put your hands behind 
your back." Steven looked worried, but Hayley knew what 
Jack was going to do. She couldn't see it, but she 
heard the handcuffs click into place.

"All right, let's see." He pushed Steven forward, so 
that his face landed between Hayley's thighs. "I want 
one more picture, then I'm gone. Steven, take one good 
lick at that slut's pussy, and I want you to hold your 
tongue out so I can see all the cum you lick up."

Hayley heard Steven sigh, then he moved enough so that 
he could do what Jack wanted. He looked her in the 
eyes, and she shrugged her shoulders and gave him a 
wink. Then he lowered his face to her slit. She 
couldn't see how much cum was on his tongue when Jack 
took the picture. Then Jack said, in an unbelieving 
tone, "swallow it."

Steven lifted slightly, so she could see lots... and he 
did.

Jack just shook his head. "Alright. Steven, I'll leave 
your clothes on the front porch. Hayley, you tell him 
about the next step. I'll put the 'do not disturb' sign 
on the door." Then he left.

She hoped he put the right sign out, not the "send in 
the maid" sign. It would take over an hour before 
Steven found the key, and another 20 minutes before he 
could maneuver it out of her cunt. While he worked at 
it, she told him about the night, and by the time he 
had retrieved the key, they were laughing, of all 
things, somehow.

Hayley found her passkey, went to the next room, and 
changed. She drove home, got a change of clothes for 
Steven, and returned to the hotel. On the way home, she 
went to a drive through for a burger. Steven wasn't 
hungry.

***

She and Steven checked the website regularly, and Jack 
was quick about updating the site. The video was 
converted to still shots, showing Henry's gigantic cock 
making its way into her.

Steven's head dropped. "You? That?"

"Yeah, I told you he was big."

"It fit?"

Hayley grinned and pointed to the picture of her 
sitting on top of Henry, nestled on the base of his 
cock.

Steven threw up his hand in exasperation. "I can't 
compete with that!"

Hayley saw that he need a little reassurance, and 
rubbed his crotch.

"Honey, you don't have to."

***

It was three days later when the phone rang. "Hi, I was 
checking my appointments today, and I thought you 
should know I'm receiving a new patient."

The voice, and its purpose, were unmistakable. "Thanks, 
doc."

"Ah, if things work out, I hope you'll return the 
favor, as we discussed."

Hayley assured him that she would. Then she called 
Steven to tell him the good news, and the bargain that 
had accompanied it.

***

It was late that night when Jack knocked on the door. 
"Hi, sorry to bother you. I wanted to give you this. I 
don't remember what all is in here, but I know it's 
yours. I think you left it at our house."

"Thanks, Jack," said Steven. "We appreciate it. Good 
night, now."

Jack left, and Steven opened the box. They were amazed 
at the number of diskettes, CD's and videotapes that 
Jack had collected. If the doctor was right, then this 
was everything. They had to trust that the computer was 
wiped clean. They had checked the website earlier. It 
was blank.

The doctor had suggested Jack's punishment. For the 
next six months, Jack would have a little problem 
whenever he saw an attractive female. He would pee in 
his pants. But Jack would believe that chiropractic 
would help solve the problem. It wouldn't, but the 
chiropractor would cure him at a later time, when they 
were sure that everything that could be used to 
blackmail was either recovered or destroyed. Unless the 
doctor had his own designs, then it appeared likely 
that it was over. And they were about certain that the 
doctor was trustworthy.

It was worth a celebration. They went out to dinner 
that night. Evening dress. Suit and tie. And underwear. 
The evening ended with a long snuggle on the couch, 
with candles and light jazz.

Sandy asked, "How did you know about this trail?" It 
wasn't much of a trail, probably made from animals 
going to the water, but it was marked with red pieces 
of tape every 100 yards or so.

"Well, the property belongs to my chiropractor. He 
asked about my exercising, which helps my back, and he 
suggested I hike out here, if I was interested. He and 
his wife hope to build on the property someday, 
although the commute would be difficult." It was full 
of half-truths, but it would do.

"Well, it's beautiful here. How many acres?"

"I don't know. I think a couple of hundred, but it 
seems like more than that since it borders the National 
Forest. He said there's a small waterfall, too." Sandy 
didn't know it, but that was the reason she was here. 
She wanted to make sure she could find the waterfall 
later with Steven.

At last they came to it. The waterfall was narrow, with 
a drop of about 15', but it landed in a large pool, 
perfect for swimming.

It was Sandy's thought, too. "Oooh. If I were here with 
my husband, we might go for a skinny dip. Look, there's 
no trash around. That means that this is relatively 
undiscovered."

It was no surprise to Hayley that Sandy's thoughts were 
somewhat randy. They had talked about "the box" on the 
trip, and Sandy wanted a reciprocal favor. Hayley had 
remembered what had transpired, and she couldn't help 
but fire back, "Sure, but do I get to watch too?" 
Sandy's face turned red. Hayley didn't really mind, 
though. All things considered, lately, Sandy's 
voyeurism didn't even register as an issue.

They slipped off their shoes and socks, and waded in. 
In felt good after the hike, despite the cold 
temperature typical of mountain water. The hike had 
been about three miles, starting in the Park, but the 
doctor had given good directions on how to navigate to 
his property. It certainly wouldn't occur to anyone on 
the public trail.

The stones in the pool were smooth, but there were 
enough of them packed in that they weren't slippery. 
Aside from a few jutting pieces of larger rocks, it was 
almost like it was planned. Hayley looked at the rocks 
overhead. It would be over to the right from here, he 
had said. There. A large piece of rock with a flat 
surface, sloped gently towards the pool.

Sandy followed her eyes, and said, "And that looks like 
the perfect place to dry off!" There was a break in the 
trees that let the sun shine on a good portion of it, 
for several hours each day, Hayley guessed. To one side 
the hill rose with a high cover, but little underbrush. 
To the other, where they had hiked, there were lots of 
smaller trees and bushes. It was pretty dense. She knew 
that the doctor had invested some time and energy here, 
clearing out his view on the one side.

Sandy went ahead of her, climbing to the rock. "This is 
awesome! Look there." She pointed. It was the initials 
of two people scratched into the rock, with male and 
female symbols beside each. "I can guess what they 
did." Hayley could, too. Sandy paused. "Do you think it 
would be okay if I came back later?"

Hayley knew what she meant, but she couldn't really 
say. It wasn't her property, and the doctor's house was 
on the other side of the hill. But Sandy didn't know 
that. "Sure. I don't think he would have a problem with 
it. As a matter of fact, I think I'll come back with 
Steven, maybe tomorrow. So maybe you should wait until 
the next day, at least."

"Okay, but you know me, I might come and watch. Just 
kidding!"

They both laughed. Hayley said, under her breath, "I 
don't care."

There was a pause. "Really?" What? She didn't realize 
she had spoken out loud. Did it matter? No, not really. 
They had known each other long enough. She could trust 
her, although trust was becoming harder to place these 
days. But, no, it was just the creeps who had abused 
her.

"What, you want to?" Sandy didn't answer, but just 
looked at her, hopeful. "If you really want to, sure. 
But, no cameras."

"Awwww."

"Hey, if you want a camera, I'll bring one and take 
pictures of you!" Hayley meant it as a joke, but Sandy 
looked like she was considering the idea.

By the time they had reached home, Sandy had pried from 
Hayley that she and Steven would leave around 11:00 in 
the morning.

***

It was about 1:30 when Steven and Hayley reached the 
little pool. Hayley didn't waste any time, stripping 
her clothes and entering the pool. Steven followed and 
met her for a shivering embrace. Although they had been 
through some of the wildest experiences, they had never 
had an opportunity for this simple one. A skinny dip. 
So they splashed, and played, grabbing at each other. 
Steven knew that the doctor and his wife were watching, 
from somewhere on the hill, and that he and Hayley were 
apparently one of a small number of couples that had 
been invited here.

And for the kindness that the doctor had shown them, he 
didn't worry about being watched. And neither did 
Hayley. It was great fun, and he hoped the doctor's 
wife got a thrill from it. Steven couldn't imagine what 
married life would be like if he were impotent, but he 
had to congratulate the doctor for finding ways to keep 
his wife's sexual needs met. Let them watch.

They were both beginning to get really cold, and they 
decided to climb up to the rock to sun themselves, 
taking a heavy bedspread with them. It was the perfect 
afternoon and the perfect setting, and he was with the 
perfect mate for making love.

Hayley's thoughts turned inward as she climbed the rock 
with Steven. She had changed. She had experienced more, 
sexually, than she ever could have dreamed. And with 
the nightmare over, she was surprised that there was 
sadness. Would she ever feel randy again? A 
spontaneity? She realized that those were the things 
that Steven had desired from her, and that Dr. Gilliam 
indirectly fulfilled. Would he still feel that way?

She hoped so. And her problem was the reverse. Her 
thoughts had been too focused on reliving the night 
with Henry, the night at the doctor's house, and the 
elevator scene, of all things. But she saw the danger 
in fantasizing about that, but at the same time, she 
desired a middle ground. Would Steven eat his cum from 
her cunt anymore? Would he today? Would Sandy be 
shocked if he did, if she were out there? Could she 
ever feel him thrust into her without thinking about 
taking a limo ride?

They laid down on the comforter, and she closed her 
eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sun warming her body. 
She was aware of his kisses on her hand, and then her 
arm, and then her shoulder. This wasn't so bad. Steven 
began pushing all the right buttons, kisses on the 
neck, a breath in the ear, a lick. But it wasn't until 
he entered her that it all seemed to fit together. Only 
Steven knew what she liked, and it was only Steven that 
could look into her eyes as he made love to her and 
make her heart melt. Steven would always be enough.

They cuddled together, naked in the sun, hands on each 
other's bodies, heart rates gradually returning to 
normal. Steven whispered into her ear, "Now that we've 
made love, I thought you should know."

"What?"

"I brought body paint."

She laughed. Forget the fantasy. Forget the memories. 
Well, maybe not. But Steven wasn't just enough, he was 
all she needed.

END

E-mail to: OneIdleHand@hotmail.com (I won't respond if 
you tell me not to, but I would very much like to hear 
your thoughts).

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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