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Uncomfortable
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

Winnie's husband Bert has a new female boss. Margie 
his boss is attracted to Winnie and to help her 
husband get a promotion she decides to go along with 
an indecent proposal from Margie. (FF, 1st-esbian-
expr, wife, reluc, v, huml, d/s, voy)

***

"You know Margie, that hot new woman in my 
department?" said Bert.

"The one who's your boss?" said Winnie.

"Not exactly," said Bert. "She reports to my boss, 
too, but at a higher level, and sometimes I have to 
work for her on a project. But that's the one. I have 
been lusting for her for six months, and I found out 
yesterday she was a lesbian."

If Winnie didn't already know, she could have told 
from the tone of his voice that this excited him much 
more than if Margie had actually come on to him.

His crude observation didn't bother her at all. When 
it came to other women, he was all talk but no action. 
After they started going out together, she was 
dismayed the first time he started talking about one 
of her girlfriends in lurid detail. She was amazed at 
how he could describe every body part and fill in what 
he didn't see with his imagination. And then he'd go 
into detail about what he'd like to do with all those 
glands and openings. She was too shocked to say 
anything, although she knew she should have slapped 
him. And when she told her friend, the friend soon 
became an ex-friend, because not only was she 
flattered, but she tried to steal Bert away.

That's when Winnie found out about Bert. He told her 
how her friend had approached him and how upset he had 
been. "But you told me what you wanted to do with 
her?" said Winnie. "Why didn't you jump her right 
then?"

"Oh, that was just my testosterone talking," he said. 
"When I'm with you, I feel I can say whatever is on my 
mind, no matter how stupid. That's one of the reasons 
I love you. I'd never say anything like that to her or 
any other woman. You know, you're so far above all of 
them in looks and everything else. By the way, I ran 
across something today that I thought you might like. 
I had them gift wrap it in this little box. If you 
don't like it, just exchange it." It was an engagement 
ring.

She managed to tone Bert down a little while they were 
engaged by telling him that even if he didn't have any 
inclinations to cheat, just hearing his ravings made 
her uncomfortable and got her wondering if she was 
doing the right thing in marrying him. But she knew it 
was an idle threat. She loved him as much as he loved 
her, and he was so perfect in almost every other way 
that she realized she would have been stupid to dump 
him over this.

Since he never brought up his animal lusts except when 
they were alone, she tried to shut her ears when he'd 
start one of his depraved streams of consciousness, 
but he was so primal and brutally honest that she 
somehow always got sucked into his lust and felt 
uncomfortable and demeaned. Sometimes it got so bad 
that she began crying and ran out of the room. Then 
Bert was all apologies and tried hard to control 
himself for a few weeks.

After a while, she heard familiar themes. One of them 
was anal sex, which really excited Bert. She had tried 
it with him a couple of times, but it was extremely 
uncomfortable for her, if not downright painful, so 
she told him it was out. To make up for his 
disappointment, she gave him lots of oral, even though 
that also turned her off, especially when he came in 
her mouth, which he tried not to do. But at least it 
was only uncomfortable, not painful, and he really 
appreciated it.

It also confirmed for her that his ravings had nothing 
to do with him not being happy with their sex life, 
because oral sex was another of his constant themes, 
even though he was getting all he wanted.

His biggest turn-on was lesbians. He loved to think 
about what they did to each other, and sometimes he'd 
even tell her about what he imagined when he saw two 
good-looking women talking, even if he didn't know 
whether they were straight or gay. If he actually came 
across a beautiful lesbian, he was in heaven. He 
imagined her participating in some of the videos he 
watched on the Internet.

He loved the ones where they were tender and teasing 
and drove each other to ecstatic multiple orgasms. But 
even more, he liked the ones where one was dominant, 
and her partner was a little reluctant. And if it got 
a little extreme, with some bondage or fake forced 
analingus, that was even better. He didn't go for 
torture, but if the lesbian video ended up in vaginal 
fisting or, best of all, anal fisting, he liked those 
the best.

One time, she agreed to watch one of the extreme 
lesbian videos. "Can't you see the little one is very 
unhappy," she said to Bert. "Look how her makeup is 
starting to get smeared. She was obviously crying when 
her friend started fisting her, but they stopped the 
shooting to wipe away her tears. And did you see those 
horrible looks on her face when her friend stuck her 
hand in her anus. She doesn't enjoy it. She's in 
agony. Probably, she and her friend just need the 
money for drugs."

"But look how they're kissing and hugging at the end," 
he said. "Maybe it was hard for her, but I don't think 
her partner would have done it to her if they didn't 
get off on it."

"I think you're wrong," said Winnie, and that was the 
last time she watched a video with him. Even though 
she was disgusted by what he watched on the Internet, 
she didn't discourage him, because she had made a 
connection. When he came to bed, she knew right away 
whether he had looked at some porn on his computer 
earlier. When he did, he would do anything she wanted 
just to have sex with her.

Winnie took advantage of him those nights and 
sometimes used him for things he didn't care for. But 
she wasn't selfish. After she had so many orgasms that 
she was worn out, she always mustered the energy to 
give him a really great one that exhausted him and 
sent him quickly to sleep.

***

"Margie asked about you today?" he said one night.

"Why?" said Winnie.

"Well, I'm working for her for the next few weeks on 
an important project," he said, "and we had lunch 
together, so we talked a little about ourselves," he 
said. "You know me. I raved about your beauty and your 
brains.

"She came out and told me about her orientation for 
the first time. I know you won't believe me, but I 
didn't bring up sex or ask her anything about being a 
lesbian. But she went into detail on what she does 
with her girlfriends and the kinds of girls she 
likes."

"Are you sure you're not imagining things now," said 
Winnie.

"No," said Bert. "I couldn't make this stuff up." And 
she believed him after he told her how Margie liked to 
seduce straight women, some of the tricks she used to 
get to them, how she would stop at nothing once she 
had set her sights on someone, how she had never 
failed, how she made love to them, how she enjoyed 
humiliating them and making them submit to some of the 
extreme things that Bert watched on the videos. This 
woman sounded scary, Winnie decided, when he was 
finished.

"Wow!" she said. "She sounds like a monster. I'll bet 
she liked that you were eating up every word."

"I'm going up to bed," he said. "Are you coming?" She 
saw he was so excited, he could barely stand still.

For some reason, that night, she made him do all the 
things he hated the most, including licking her anus 
and sticking his tongue deep inside it and making love 
to her colon. This always made him gag, and when she 
heard him, it excited her into multiple orgasms.

There was no special treat for Bert this night after 
she had finished using him. She brought him off 
quickly by using a trick she had learned. He came 
almost instantly whenever she put a finger into his 
anus and massaged his prostate. She could tell he was 
frustrated after he came so fast, and it made her feel 
good. As she fell asleep, she realized she had taken 
out her anger on him because of his story about 
Margie. She felt guilty and resolved to make it up to 
him the next day.

***

"What were you talking about with Margie," Bert asked 
Winnie when they got in the car. "You were at the 
other end of the table, and it seemed like the two of 
you were in a world of your own."

"I didn't say much," said Winnie. "She kept asking me 
questions, but I kept the answers polite and brief. 
You didn't tell me how big she was. I think she's as 
tall as you are. And what a body! She sure knew how to 
display it, too. Every guy in the room was sneaking 
glances at her. I wonder how many of them know which 
way she goes.

"She made me feel like her little sister the way she 
was talking to me. And don't ask me for any sex 
stories. She was smart enough to not bring stuff like 
that up at a company dinner. But she did seem to take 
every opportunity to touch me on a hand, on an arm and 
once on a leg."

"Uh-oh," said Bert, and he laughed. "I hope you aren't 
her next conquest. I can see myself coming home one 
night and hearing strange sounds coming from the 
bedroom. I walk up the stairs and..."

"Stop right there, Bertram," Winnie said. "If you want 
to fantasize about watching me and Margie making 
lesbian love, keep it to yourself. This is one that I 
can't handle. She spooks me."

"Spoilsport!" he said. "If you look down, you'll see 
that what I'm thinking about is so hot that I'm about 
to bust my pants."

"Then hold that thought until we get home," she said. 
"Just don't say it."

***

The next day when Bert came home from work, the first 
thing he said to Winnie was, "You're it."

"What?" she said.

"Margie told me she wants you," he said, and Winnie 
could see his eyes were sparkling with excitement. 
"She said you're her next goal, and she wants me to 
help her. We were pretty busy today, but she whispered 
that into my ear when we were alone for 30 seconds. 
She said she'll talk to me more as soon as she has the 
chance."

"What did you tell her?" Winnie said.

"I didn't have a chance to say anything," Bert said.

"I hope you know what to say when she brings it up 
again," said Winnie.

"Yes, I'm not taking any chances," Bert said. "I won't 
joke around. I'll tell her that you don't go that way 
and to forget it. I hope this isn't going to interfere 
with work."

***

It wasn't until the following week that Bert reported 
anything further. In the meantime, he had stopped all 
his sex fantasy talk. Winnie appreciated the quiet, 
but at the same time she knew that this was not 
normal, that something was bothering him.

It was Thursday afternoon, and the minute he walked in 
the door, she could tell that something had happened. 
He was in a highly agitated state.

"What did she say?" asked Winnie.

"We had a working lunch today," he said, "and she 
picked a place that was nearly deserted and a table in 
corner with nobody nearby. She didn't talk much about 
work."

"Tell me everything," said Winnie.

"Well, she didn't beat around the bush, so to speak," 
said Bert. "She started by telling me how much she had 
been thinking about you, about how you were one of the 
most beautiful women she had ever met, how you were so 
smart, how you had controlled your conversation with 
her and told her very little while reading her like an 
open book, how usually it was the opposite with her, 
how she imagined you looked under your clothes and how 
excited it got her. 

"She said she was soaking her panties just talking 
about you, and then -- you won't believe this --- she 
grabbed my hand and pulled it under the table between 
her legs and pushed it into her crotch. She said that 
now I had to believe her. I did. It was wet.

"The next thing she did is start making plans with me, 
the same way she does when we are working on a project 
goal. It was like she assumed I wanted her to have you 
as much as she did.

"I stopped her then and told her to forget it, that 
you would never go for it and that we needed to get 
back to talking about work.

"That's when she really got going. First, she told me 
that I wanted it to happen as much as she did, that 
she could tell from the first time she talked about 
her sex life that I was one of those men who got 
aroused by lesbians. She said the reason I would help 
her is that she would let me watch. 

"She said, she might even agree to a threesome, as 
long as I didn't touch her. But she preferred being 
with you alone and me only watching. She said she had 
all sorts of cameras and lighting equipment at her 
place, and she had lots of experience making videos of 
her having sex. She said that when you and she made 
love, it would be filmed from different angles, and 
she would put together the hottest porn video I had 
ever seen and give a copy to us."

"I'm sure that was what finally convinced you to go 
along with her," said Winnie.

"That's not fair," said Bert. "You know me. I was 
ready to come into my pants, and I'm sure she saw 
that. But I tried my best to calm her down.

"Then she went into detail about what I'd get to see 
the two of you do. She'd eat you out, you'd eat her 
out, you'd do a lot of kissing and a lot of fingering. 
The two of you would rub crotches. There would be anal 
play with the fingers. I didn't realize how much 
lesbians can do to each other without a penis. She 
said she doesn't use any dildos or vibrators or 
anything artificial. She promised me you would have 
more orgasms per minute than you've ever had in your 
life.

"She finally stopped, and I saw her face was red. I 
felt that mine was, too. She looked at me expectantly, 
but I took some time to calm down, and then repeated 
what I told her before. That was when she began to 
worry me.

"She said that even though she wasn't my supervisor, 
she was always talking about me to my boss, and up to 
now I had been one of the most cooperative and capable 
people she had ever worked with. She enjoyed giving 
excellent reports about me, and she was sure that it 
was helping my career at the company. She said she 
wouldn't be surprised if I was a candidate for 
promotion soon. She said I probably would already have 
been promoted if it hadn't been that the company had 
to scale back temporarily. She said that she doubted I 
would be part of the next layoffs, which everybody is 
guessing will come at the end of the year.

"Then she said that she looked forward to working 
closely with me on many future projects, and that she 
was sure that we would continue to work together well 
and she could continue giving me good reviews and 
there would be no problems to report. Then she stopped 
and looked at me and didn't say another word. That's 
when my stomach told me I better get to the bathroom 
fast.

"When I cleaned up and came back to the table, I said 
that I had no appetite, and I would like to get back 
to the office. She said that was fine, but she'd stay 
there a while. She was still pretty rosy looking when 
I looked back at her as I walked out the door, and she 
was staring in my direction. That's all there is to 
tell."

"Bert," said Winnie, as she pulled him to her, "you 
did a lot better than I expected. For that, you get a 
big kiss, and there's another reward waiting for you 
at bedtime.

"I'm sure we see this the same way. She knows you're 
excited by the idea of us having sex, so she thinks 
that puts you on her side. But she also knows that's 
the last thing I want to do, and so she's throwing in 
the blackmail. Tell me, is she right? Can she ruin 
your career at the office?

"I know times are tough, but can you get another job, 
even if it pays a little less? I'll support you a 
hundred per cent and promise you I will never complain 
about the money. You know I never have."

"There are too many people I've worked with for her to 
be able to destroy my reputation," said Bert. "But if 
she started reporting everything I ever did that could 
be even slightly misinterpreted, it could affect my 
momentum. She's smart, and she'd know how to do it 
without anyone getting suspicious of her motives.

"What I'm most worried about is that when upper 
management makes its list for the end of the year, 
they'll be looking at every bad mark on every 
evaluation, no matter how small, trying to pick out 
the weakest players on the team for the layoffs. A few 
bad marks could make the difference.

"Starting tomorrow, I'll be looking for another job. I 
have to do it discreetly, though, because there are a 
lot of people on the street and not much hiring. And 
if the company thought I was ready to jump ship, I 
would definitely go on the layoff list or even get cut 
loose sooner."

"No, Bert," said Winnie. "I don't want you to do that 
yet. For now, I want you to go to work with Margie 
like this never happened. There must be some way to 
stop her. We need time to think of one. I want you to 
tell me what happens every day."

***

For the next couple of weeks, Bert had nothing to 
report. It was business as usual, and he had finished 
his project with Margie and was now working on 
something with another senior executive and often 
didn't even see Margie. But then one day, she came 
over to his desk. "I'm getting impatient, Bert," she 
said in a low voice and then in a normal voice said, 
"Hi Bert. I just found out we've been assigned to work 
on a new three-week project together. I'm looking 
forward to it. Let's meet in my office first thing 
Monday morning." Then she walked away.

On the Thursday before the Monday that his project 
with Margie would start, Bert walked in the door and 
saw that Winnie was about to explode. "Sit down, 
Bert," she said, and after she made them both a drink, 
they sat in the living room. He could see she was 
trying to calm herself and keep from crying.

"What is it, Winnie?" he finally said. "Is it Margie?"

"Yes," she said, trying to control her voice. "She 
called me today."

"She what? Why that bitch!"

"Stop, Bert," said Winnie. "I have some questions to 
ask you. First, is there a guy named Jasper who works 
at your office?"

"Yes, he's a senior on the same level as Margie. I've 
worked with him a lot. He's a great guy."

"Do you know he's leaving?"

"No. Margie told you that? I know his wife doesn't 
like it here, and she's been pressuring him to move 
back to where her parents live, but jobs are tight in 
that city."

"Well, Margie told me he got one. If he leaves, are 
you in line for his job?"

"There are several people that they would consider," 
said Bert, "but I'd definitely be one of them."

"Margie said that she could make sure that you got the 
promotion," said Winnie. "She said that she could use 
the project you're starting on Monday to make some 
glowing reports on you and time them for maximum 
impact. Is that true?"

"Well, she can't guarantee I would get the promotion," 
said Bert, "because other people will make that call. 
But she's right that if they get certain input from 
her, it would definitely help my chances. Winnie, I 
don't care about this promotion. I know what you're 
thinking, and you're not going to do it. She's an evil 
bitch, and I wish she'd go straight to hell."

"Shut up, Bert," said Winnie. "I'm not going to do 
anything right now, but you know, I always want to be 
sure that I understand everything. Let's not talk 
about this anymore. I'm sick of it."

"Me, too," said Bert, but that didn't cheer either of 
them up, and neither of them was in the mood for sex 
that night.

The next day, he saw Margie coming to his desk just 
before quitting time. There was a bounce in her step 
and a broad smile on her face. She leaned over, and he 
got a good look down her loose top. "I'm really 
looking forward to writing my first report about you 
on Monday," she said.

"So help me, Margie," he said in an angry growl that 
made a couple of heads near him turn, "if you dare..."

"Hush," she said softly as she put a finger on his 
lips. "They're going to be great reports. And I bet 
soon I'll be congratulating you on a promotion. Winnie 
just called me." She bounced away from his desk.

He sat there stunned. Winnie had agreed to do what 
Margie wanted. He felt terrible for Winnie, and he 
felt ashamed that he felt a stirring in his pants as 
he thought about it.

***

It took place the following Friday night, and Winnie 
and Bert both tried to pretend everything was normal 
in the week leading up to it, but they both knew it 
wasn't. Each day, Winnie seemed more distant. Bert was 
concerned about her, but he couldn't help getting 
excited thinking about it at times, and then he felt 
even worse for Winnie.

When they arrived at Margie's brightly lit apartment, 
Margie was the gracious host, greeting them warmly and 
offering them drinks. "Show me your setup," Winnie 
replied in a matter of fact voice. Margie led them to 
the bedroom and began talking about the placement of 
the lights and the four video cameras mounted on 
tripods behind each corner of the bed. She 
demonstrated the sensitive microphones hidden near and 
even on the bed so they wouldn't be seen by the 
cameras. 

They would capture every sigh and whisper and 
especially the squishy sounds of bodies and fluids 
being stirred up by tongues and fingers. She showed 
how everything would start at the same time when she 
threw a master switch and explained how she would take 
the video from each camera and edit everything into a 
professionally finished product, with some music 
added, but never covering up those wonderful sounds of 
animals in heat.

"What about the close-up cameras?" asked Winnie.

"It sounds like you're a video aficionado, too," said 
Margie. "They're hidden around the bed like the 
microphones so they aren't caught by the overhead 
cameras. There are four of them. Every facial 
expression we make will be larger than life size and 
in full high definition. And one camera will be 
focused on each of our genital areas, so every ripple 
of flesh and every follicle of hair that moves will be 
recorded."

Winnie asked Margie to show her where the four hidden 
close-up cameras were positioned. Margie showed her 
and then reassured her. "Don't worry, Winnie," she 
said. "I've done this before. I'll be moving you 
around into the right positions so everything will be 
wide open for the close-ups and brightly illuminated. 
I think you're going to love my video when I give you 
the finished version in a couple of weeks."

Bert was surprised by the whole exchange. He didn't 
know Winnie had any interest in videography, and the 
idea of her watching the video had never occurred to 
him. He started to feel aroused.

Once Winnie had checked everything out, she started to 
take off her clothes mechanically. She wants to get 
this over with, thought Bert, but he couldn't help 
getting more excited as Margie took her cue and 
started to undress, too. There were two amazingly 
beautiful women disrobing in front of him. One was 
petite and the other was an Amazon, and he couldn't 
decide which one aroused him the most.

"You have to take your clothes off, too, Bert," said 
Margie. Winnie didn't look pleased.

"No, you're not getting in on the action," said 
Margie, pulling an easy chair next to the bed for him. 
"But I want to look over and watch you masturbating 
while we make love. It's going to make it even more 
exciting." The look Winnie gave him told him he better 
do no such thing, so he stood there.

"Our deal is that he would be naked," said Margie to 
Winnie. "What he does with his penis is up to him. 
Tell him to take his clothes off."

Winnie said nothing, but she nodded to him, and then 
she crawled onto the bed and lay down with her head on 
a pillow and her knees up and spread apart.

"I'm so glad you're natural," said Margie. "Your bush 
is almost as big as mine, and for such a tiny girl, 
that drives me wild. I'm going to explore every square 
inch of that beauty."

Bert undressed and sat in the chair. He watched as 
Margie crawled on the bed and moved between Winnie's 
legs. Winnie had not said one word to him about what 
she agreed to do with Margie. He could tell that she 
wasn't required to respond, because when Margie began 
stroking Winnie's legs and running her tongue up and 
down Winnie's thighs, Margie lay there like a log, 
breathing normally and showing no signs of arousal.

For a while, it was silent in the room. He thought he 
could hear Margie's tongue sometimes, but he wasn't 
sure. The mikes might be recording, but there was no 
amplification in the room. He was focusing on where 
Margie's tongue was flickering in the dense 
undergrowth between Winnie's legs. Margie had moved 
Winnie slightly around so that his view was 
unobstructed. He was looking for the patch of red in 
the midst of that black hair, but he still didn't see 
anything. Then he heard a noise.

He looked up to see a horrible expression on Winnie's 
face. She was holding her breath and clenching her 
teeth. It looked like she was in terrible pain, but 
Bert knew better. She was trying to hold back the 
feelings that she was beginning to feel. She hates it, 
thought Bert, but she can't control how her body is 
responding.

Then there was a huge explosion of breath, and Winnie 
began to gasp and cry and moan, all at the same time. 
Her body began twitching, too, and Bert looked back 
down between her legs and saw that her vagina was wide 
open and bright red, and her juices were flowing so 
hard they were dripping onto the bed. Margie's tongue 
was flicking so fast he could barely see it move.

He heard the sound Winnie sometimes makes when she 
comes hard, and he saw her body bounce in the air. 
That's one, he thought. He continued to count and he 
peered between Winnie's legs and tried to see what 
Margie was doing. It was hard, because she went from 
one thing to another so fast. Some of it was slower, 
like when she was lapping up Winnie's sap like she was 
licking an ice cream cone. But most of it was 
frenetic, moving all around the area where he legs 
met.

Then it all stopped for a second. Margie lifted her 
face up and looked at Bert. She was covered from 
forehead to chin with Winnie's juices, and she was 
smiling triumphantly. "Here comes the earthquake," she 
said to him and then ducked back down between Winnie's 
legs. He tried to see what she was doing, but he 
couldn't tell much because Margie's mouth was locked 
into Winnie's vagina in a kind of soul kiss. But then 
he heard Winnie take some deep breaths and start 
panting like a dog.

Her whole body began moving from side to side and then 
it began lifting off the bed and pounding back down 
harder and harder. He heard a small high-pitched 
sound, and then it got gradually louder and turned 
into a blood-curdling scream. With a final tremendous 
slam of her body into the bed, the scream stopped a 
second and then burst out one more time. And then all 
he heard was panting and crying.

Margie got up with a strange expression on her face. 
She didn't speak for a second. Finally, she said, 
"Winnie, I know you hate me and I'll never get to do 
this again. But it was worth it. You're the most 
amazing woman I've ever had. Your whole body is fine-
tuned for lesbian sex. I wish I could respond like you 
just did, but at least I had a couple of orgasms just 
from watching you in ecstasy and knowing I was the one 
who created that for you. Right now, I'm insanely 
jealous, because I know that after today, some other 
lucky woman -- or probably a lot of them -- are going 
to have all the benefits of me taking your virginity."

There was no response from Winnie other than the 
crying. After a while, the crying stopped, and Winnie 
quietly sat up and moved to the side of the bed. 
Margie took her place and spread her legs the same way 
as Winnie had. "I don't expect you to be as good as I 
was, because this is your first time," said Margie, 
"but you know the agreement is that you have to give 
me as many orgasms as I gave you.

"No, I'm not going to hold you to that. I never 
intended to. There's no way you're going to get me off 
as many times as I just made you come. So you'll just 
keep going until I tell you I'm satisfied. And I'll 
even combine this part with the next part, where we do 
69. I'll tell you when to change positions."

As Winnie went to work, Margie was silent at first, 
but then she began talking and never stopped, even 
when she was out of breath and gulping for air.

"Are you sure you've never done this before, Winnie," 
she said. "I know you're imitating what I did, but I 
don't think I did that little thing you did just now, 
where you played tic-tac-toe with your tongue on my 
clitoris. It was brilliant.

"Oh, that was good. I think I'm -- that was three 
right there. Winnie, I think you are a natural lesbian 
sex master. What most of us have to learn, you know by 
intuition. Oh! How many was that? Maybe you'll match 
me after all. How did you do that with your finger and 
tongue so I couldn't tell which was which. It drove me 
insane for a second and I couldn't stop coming. Are 
you stroking me with your hair now? What an amazing 
idea. It feels so --- oh no, here I go again. I'm 
getting exhausted. We need to get to the 69 right now, 
or I won't have any energy left.

"That's it. You go underneath first. We probably won't 
get to you being on top, because I'm nearly exhausted. 
There are only a couple of things I still want to do 
to you. OK, good, you're starting to work away at my 
vagina, and it feels good, but I'm looking at your 
husband, and I'm going to lift up for a second, so you 
can see him, too. He's in tremendous pain. Look at his 
face. Please tell him it's OK to whack himself off or 
you're going to have to take him to a doctor, because 
I think he's going to burst an appendix."

Bert saw Winnie's gleaming face turn to him. She was 
covered with Margie's secretions and looked as if she 
had just stepped out of a swimming pool. She stared at 
him a moment and then nodded. He put his hands to 
work.

"That's looks great, Bert," said Margie. "Watching you 
is getting me even hotter. Now let's see what this 
does to you. See how I just lifted up and spread my 
ass cheeks wide and moved back and then down on top of 
Margie. See, she doesn't like it at all, because she's 
twisting her body and pushing at me to try to get 
free.

"See how almost her whole face is buried in my ass, 
but her ears aren't, so she can hear me. She needs to 
start digging into my asshole with her mouth and 
especially her tongue. If she does, I'll lift up a 
little so she can breathe with her nose through my ass 
hair. If she doesn't, she'll start getting short of 
breath and eventually pass out. But I've got some 
smelling salts, so I'll bring her back quickly.

"I'm not going to stop doing this until she gets to 
work inside my ass. I want her to remember me, and 
when she eats out my ass, she's going to taste and 
smell things she'll never forget. She's starting to 
get weaker. I can tell. I've got the smelling salts 
ready. Oh, I just felt her tongue. I'm lifting up now 
so she can get some air."

Margie stopped talking for a minute. All Bert could 
hear was the sound of Winnie gasping for air. He 
couldn't see her face, which was still inside of 
Margie's cheeks. Finally, her breathing started to 
become more regular, and he heard a muffled sound.

"No talking now, Winnie," said Margie as she pulled 
her cheeks wide again and lowered herself. "Save your 
energy for your work. That's it. Lick all around, 
harder, harder. I'm putting my fingers between my legs 
and starting to work on myself at the same time. As 
soon as you help me get off again, I'll let you up. 
You should see Bert. He's going wild watching you 
inside my ass.

"Now, I'm pressing my anal muscles like I'm ready to 
push something out. Don't worry, there's nothing in 
there, but you can now stick that amazing tongue deep 
inside. That's it. Now you push hard and I'm going to 
ride on your tongue so it goes in and out. I'll do it 
slowly because I don't want to hurt your head. Your 
tongue feels silky smooth inside my ass. My fingers 
are flying on my clitoris. I'm coming soon.

"Oh, wow! No, that wasn't me. Your husband just blew 
his top and sprayed us both with an incredible amount 
of sperm. I think the sight of that is bringing me 
over the edge. There, there, there, there. Oh, I can't 
stop. Do you feel me spasming around your tongue. I 
feel like I'm grabbing it with my anus and twisting 
it. I think that was the last one. No, here's one 
more.

"I've got to catch my breath, Margie. Stop twisting 
around. I'll get my ass off you in a second. I need 
some strength for one more thing. Aha, you're starting 
to respond. Your beautiful vagina is right in front of 
my eyes, and this time I'm using only my fingers. Do 
you feel them inside you? Your husband is pretty 
large, so you're used to being stretched, I can tell. 
Would you believe I've got three fingers going into 
you, and the juices are coming out like a waterfall.

"Now I'm going dip my other hand into some of the 
slush and do this. You don't like that, I see. Just 
relax. It's only two fingers in your ass. Let me get 
some more of your natural lubricant. There. Isn't that 
better. Oh, you noticed I snuck a third finger into 
your ass. You're really responding now. And you should 
see your husband. He's hard as a rock again and 
starting to work on himself.

"Now here go four fingers inside the ass. Wait, I need 
more lube. Good thing the fingers in your vagina are 
still keeping your juices flowing. I just stuck a 
bunch more lube inside your ass, and now here come the 
fingers. Four in the vagina now and four in the ass, 
and they're both moving in sync. Now, you know what's 
coming next.

"I'm tucking my thumb behind the four fingers in your 
vagina and pushing slowly. Just relax. I'm not going 
to shove it in. Just this little pressure will do the 
job. Eventually, you're going to open to let me in. 
You should see your husband's face. It's as red as a 
fire engine, Winnie. I feel you've stopped struggling, 
but I hear you moaning. I know it's painful the first 
time, and some women never get into it.

"There, I think I felt something. Steady. Oh my. You 
suddenly opened up and I went in up to the wrist. That 
loud sound was your husband. I think he's out of 
control. OK, I'm moving it around a little inside you. 
Yes, I can tell you feel it by your moaning. It's a 
good thing my asshole is dampening the sound, so to 
speak. Keep breathing through your nose. We're almost 
done.

"Now, it's time for the asshole to stretch. It's 
harder than the vagina, especially since you're such a 
small girl, and I have such large hands. But I've got 
my thumb tucked in now and am starting to push gently. 
I'm patient, but if you want to finish this sooner, 
you can try to relax your ass muscles as much as 
possible and don't fight me. You're still resisting. 
It's going to hurt even more if you keep that up.

"OK, I see you've stopped tensing up. I think I feel 
something start to give. Yes, I'm into you just a 
fraction more. Now there's some spasming I can feel. 
Wheee! There I go! What a jolt your body gave when I 
went through. And your husband sounded like he was 
strangling as he came. What a night!

"OK, let's all calm down for a few minutes as I slowly 
pull my hands out. OK, there goes the hand in your 
vagina. Now try to relax your muscles as much as you 
can, Winnie, while I get the other out of your anus. 
Slow, slow. There it goes. Bert, please go to the 
bathroom and grab a big towel and also a little cloth 
and some soap. When I get off Winnie, her face isn't 
going to look pretty, but I'll clean it up."

Winnie lay silently without moving a muscle as Margie 
washed off her face and softly kissed her. As soon as 
Margie got off of her, Winnie took a couple of deep 
breaths, and then she jumped out of the bed. As she 
did, she screamed in pain and put one hand between her 
legs. But she stopped only a second before running to 
a chair where her purse was and reaching into it.

When she turned around, Bert saw she had a large 
hunting knife in her hand. She started walking toward 
the bed. He was frozen as she saw Margie quickly jump 
off and run to the far side of the room.

"That's it, you bitch," said Margie, going after her. 
"Get over in that corner way over there. You told me 
there would be no rough stuff, you lying piece of 
crap. I should cut you into little pieces. Bert!"

He was sitting in the chair looking at Margie and 
Winnie in a daze. Winnie was facing Margie, so he 
didn't realize she was talking to him until she said 
"Bert!" again in a louder voice.

"What?" he said.

"I'm going to move over here," said Winnie, taking a 
few steps, "so I can see Margie and you at the same 
time. You're going to go to each tripod and remove the 
camera and place it on the bed. Come on, let's go."

Bert had no idea what was coming next, but with that 
knife and that wild look in her eyes, Winnie didn't 
seem ready for any discussion. He got the cameras and 
put them side by side on the bed.

"Now, I'm going to tell you where each of the hidden 
cameras are," she said, "and I want you to put them on 
the bed, too. I remember each location. If I find out 
that Margie didn't tell me about one, I'm going to 
visit her with this knife, no matter where she runs 
to. You like excitement, Margie. Well, you'll be 
looking behind yourself for the rest of your life 
waiting for me to find you. If you'd rather live a 
calmer life, tell me right now whether there are any 
cameras you didn't tell me about."

"No, I showed them all to you," said a little voice in 
the corner.

"Good," said Winnie.

After all the cameras were on the bed, Winnie walked 
over and began picking them up one by one and 
examining them until she found where the recording 
drive was. Then she removed it.

"No!" screamed the voice from the corner, and Margie 
began walking toward the bed.

Winnie stopped and turned around. She picked up her 
knife from the bed, where she had dropped it. "Get 
back in that corner, Margie." she said quietly. "Or do 
you think you can take this from me before I cut off 
one of your breasts and throw it down the disposal?"

There was a shocked gasp from Margie as she moved back 
to the corner. Winnie finished removing all the 
recordings and stuck them into her purse. "Let's get 
dressed, Bert," she said. She put the knife on a chair 
in front of her as she dressed and talked to Margie.

"You've had your fun today, Margie," she said, "but 
you lied and violated our agreement, so the videos are 
mine. You might see them one more time in your life. 
If Bert gets that promotion, I'll invite you over for 
a celebration, and we can spend the whole evening 
watching the show."

"You better hope Bert gets the job, because if he 
doesn't, I might show them to some people at the 
office and explain what happened. You've mortified me 
so completely tonight that I have no shame left. I 
won't care who sees them if it helps destroy you."

***

Bert did get the promotion a month later, and now he 
was leading his own teams, so he never saw Margie 
except at larger group meetings. They didn't exchange 
many words.

Margie came over to their house the day his promotion 
was announced and watched every minute of each video 
on their flat screen in the living room. Mostly, she 
just stared at the screen. Sometimes she cried. When 
it was over, she got up and silently left.

A few months later, she resigned. Bert told Winnie 
that a woman working under her had complained that 
Margie had spoken inappropriately to her, and that 
Margie had chosen not to fight the allegations but 
take the generous severance package that was offered 
her. She left town, and later they heard that she had 
joined a successful competitor whose partners were all 
women.

For a week after the night at Margie's, Winnie spent 
each night in a hot bath, and she couldn't take a step 
without grimacing. Bert watched her, and he winced 
when she winced. He tried a few times to bring up what 
happened and how sorry he was and how it was all his 
fault and would she ever forgive him, but he only got 
a few words out before she would shush him. "Not yet," 
she would say in a steely voice.

The second week, Bert noticed that Winnie was starting 
to walk less tentatively, and she grimaced less often. 
One night after dinner, she said, "Bert, I'm thinking 
some strange thoughts, and I need time to sort them 
out. I think it will take a few weeks. I'm still too 
sore for sex, but I can satisfy you orally if you 
want."

"What about you?" he said.

"I don't know," she answered. "You can try, but very 
gently."

***

After the third week, they were both enjoying each 
other again. She finally listened to him as he 
groveled and apologized but didn't reply. He got 
worried and tried again a few days later, but she 
stopped him after a couple of words. "Bert," she said, 
"I'd appreciate it if you dropped this for now. I've 
done a lot of thinking about what happened, but I 
still need to do more. When I'm ready to talk, I'll 
let you know."

That scared Bert even more. As the weeks went by 
without her saying anything, he became increasingly 
concerned and imagined all the different things she 
might tell him, none of them good. After two months, 
she said to him one morning, "Tonight we can talk if 
it's OK with you." He didn't get much work done that 
day, and several colleagues asked him if he was 
feeling well.

She was at the kitchen table when he got home. "Take 
off your jacket and sit down," she said as she put a 
piece of pizza on a plate and handed it to him. While 
he ate mechanically, she began talking.

"Bert, you need to forget about apologizing to me, 
because it makes me sick," she began. "I hated you for 
being excited while you were watching Margie and me, 
but what happened was not your fault. You never tried 
to talk me into it, and I made the decision without 
consulting you. Every time you bring up how sorry you 
are, it reminds me of how mortified I was, and my 
stomach starts turning somersaults. I can't stop you 
from feeling guilty, and I know you're used to 
blurting out whatever's on your mind. But in this 
case, I would really appreciate it if you would just 
shut up."

"But that's not what's taken me so long to process. Do 
you remember what Margie said to me that night? I 
thought it was just part of provoking me for her 
excitement, but I'm sorry to tell you she was 
partially right. I've been tormented and confused, and 
I've done a lot of research.

"I'm not a real lesbian. I'm what they call a 
bisexual. Just saying that makes me nauseous, because 
there's only one person in the world I love, and 
that's you. I never want to lose you, but I can't deny 
what she brought out in me, and not just when she was 
pleasuring me. When I had to go down on her, at first, 
I hated it, but in a few minutes, I found myself doing 
things that I couldn't believe. It seemed to come from 
inside me. I just knew what to do, and my body wanted 
to do it.

"You wouldn't believe the things that have been going 
around in my mind. For a while, I was thinking that I 
would seduce beautiful young women. I would never do 
what Margie does, but I know that I have something 
special to offer them, and I'm sure I could get them 
lining up for a chance at me. In my mind, you would be 
a part of this, and not just watching. They would have 
to agree to a threesome, and they would have to allow 
you to use their bodies as well as mine. That would be 
your compensation, and I think you wouldn't mind that 
kind of thing -- at least for a while.

"But the more I thought about it, the more I realized 
that I would not only be using them, I would also be 
using you. We would be having sex like animals, 
without love, and maybe you don't need the love, but I 
do.

"No, don't say anything. That was unfair. I'm sorry I 
said that. I know you love me the way I love you, and 
sex is only part of it. I'm really sorry. I didn't 
mean that. I'm going to kiss the tears from your eyes 
right now. Now I need a handkerchief. I'm so stupid.

"OK. I think I'm over that. Anyway, I realized that 
while I desired lesbian love, I didn't desire any 
other lover in my life except you. So another solution 
would be to suppress all thoughts of lesbian love and 
pretend like what happened never happened and go back 
to where we were before. I think I'm strong enough to 
do that, but I'm also worried that these strange new 
feelings could get shaken up like a warm bottle of 
soda and just explode someday and destroy us. I 
thought of Margie and how her lack of control affected 
her career, but she just went to another job. There is 
no other you for me to go to.

"If you want, I'm willing to try that solution. 
Because the other thing I thought of is completely 
unfair and demeaning to you, and you shouldn't accept 
it. It's totally bizarre, and at times, I think I must 
be the biggest pervert in the world to even think of 
it. I don't expect you to go for it, but I have a 
strange feeling that it would work if you did. So I'm 
frustrated.

"I thought of it a few weeks ago, but it's taken me 
all this time to gather the courage to tell you. So 
I'm asking your forgiveness in advance if it makes you 
as uncomfortable as it makes me.

"The third solution would be to not deny my lesbian 
side, but also to never go outside our marriage. How 
is that possible? you're thinking. Let me take a 
breath. OK. What I'm suggesting is that I make you 
into a lesbian.

"No, I'm not talking about surgery or hormone 
injections or anything like that. My heterosexual side 
wants you to be just the type of lusty male you are 
right now. But I think I can teach you to be a woman 
lover and to pleasure me as much as Margie did, and 
then I think I can take you further because I believe 
there are things that I know intuitively that she 
doesn't have a clue about. I think I can make you into 
the most erotic lesbian in the world.

"I'm not sure yet how far I want you to go in 
appearance. I know for sure that I will never ask you 
to do anything that can't be covered up when you're at 
work and or would let others discover what you're 
doing for me. When the summer swimming season is over, 
I would remove every hair from your body -- except of 
course that big bush around your gigantic clitoris. I 
want to shave you, I want to rub creams on you, I want 
to wax you.

"I'll be as gentle as possible, but even though I'll 
be careful, some of it may hurt. If it does, I will 
comfort you in a special way. With my fingers and my 
mouth, and I want to turn the pain into pleasure and 
make you so aroused that your juices squirt wildly 
into my mouth as I bring you to orgasm.

"I may ask you to wear some sexy women's lingerie. 
I'll find special makeup and learn how to be your 
beautician. I think I can turn my he-man into a woman 
that would arouse any man who saw her -- as well as 
any lesbian. When we do this --and it would only be 
here in the house -- I will teach you to assume a 
totally different personality and take me to places 
that I can't even imagine.

"I can't promise you anything equal to that in return, 
because you can only come a few times a night on your 
best nights. But I will try my best to give you almost 
as much pleasure as you give me.

"And right here and now, I promise that for every time 
you are a lesbian for me, I will offer my ass to you. 
I will even enthusiastically make love to your ass 
with my mouth and my tongue and my fingers. You can't 
hurt me or nauseate me more than Margie did, and it 
will make me feel better about what I'm asking you to 
do.

"So there it is. I'm sure you're as disgusted hearing 
it as I am telling it to you. Please do me one more 
favor, Bert. Don't say no right away. Pretend like you 
have to think it over and give me your answer in a few 
days."

Bert didn't say anything. His mind was spinning. That 
night, she jumped through hoops for him, and when they 
were done, he was lying in a lifeless pile on the bed. 
She was also exhausted and taking deep breaths. She 
struggled to speak. Finally, she said in a soft voice, 
"Bert, that was my greatest hits, at least so far. As 
long as we're together, I'm going to give you that, 
maybe not all on one night, because I don't want to 
kill you. But I promise you that if you can find a way 
to accept Plan No. 3, that is just the starting 
point."

For the next three days, they didn't talk about 
anything involving sex. The fourth morning at 
breakfast, Bert smiled at Winnie. "I get off early 
tonight, so we can go shopping at Victoria's Secret," 
he said. "I wonder what size I am. I'm really excited 
about screwing your ass this weekend."

"Oh Bert," she said with a laugh. "You're so 
romantic." 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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