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Betrayal Ch. 03

By: CyrusMann



Chapter 3: Kelly Hits Bottom 

Kelly's visit with the boys was something she looked forward to every weekend. Brent stood by his word, and never brought up what was happening between them with the kids. He was polite, and even seemed genuinely concerned with how she was getting by. Even she could tell that he missed her. Yet when it came to any conversation about just the two of them, he grew silent and excused himself. She saw that it would take more than an apology to get back in his good graces. Kelly could only guess at the depths of his hurt. Brent was never a man to show emotions, he just didn't have it in him to be emotional. Although he had shown her nothing but love and tenderness in their relationship, when it came to putting his heart on his sleeve, Brent was a stone.

She drove back to her tiny, one bedroom apartment, wishing she could have pleaded with him, to make him see she wasn't the woman he had thrown out, anymore. She needed his caring personality, his comfortable presence, to fill her empty life again. She had been so terribly alone since that night! She remembered seeing that note, and knew she had finally been caught! What ever made her think that he wouldn't eventually find out? She wondered when he first started to realize how far gone she was?

* * * * * *

The night after Kelly had debased herself so fully, at Marcus' directions, she knew that she would never be able to tell Brent. She had to act as if nothing about her had ever changed. It was hard, seeing his face everyday, knowing what she had done. Yet, without fail, every night she found herself back online, facing Marcus; and his endless commands for her humiliation. She had given up on even thinking about denying that she enjoyed it! She waited for Brent to leave for work, kissing him good night. Then put the kids to bed, after they finished homework and baths. Kelly found it harder and harder not to just sprint for the computer. She got wet at the prospect of what Marcus might want her to do every night.

When she saw his name come up, she could already feel her juices flowing freely. She no longer felt ashamed of herself; Marcus told her that he liked her wet when he came on. She was sitting, as directed, with her feet up to either side of the camera, displaying her wet and excited slash to Marcus, (or anyone else who might turn on the connection)! She no longer cared if she was on public display. Marcus had gotten her past all that. She proudly showed herself to anyone he directed her to. Shame no longer played an unwilling role in her, online life!

As Marcus familiar script came up, she felt a shiver of excitement run through her body. Then she smiled stupidly, as he greeted her. "Hello, my little slut! You look very sweet today! I am so pleased with your appearance." Any compliment he gave her quickly heightened her arousal. She felt the beginnings of a small climax run through her! She was happy at the thought that she had pleased him.

"I have a little surprise my pet! I took the liberty of designing you a Website, so that everyone can see you in action!" he wrote. The happy grin she had had, quickly disappeared, and stark terror took its place! Her head began swimming at the thought of people she knew, finding that site. Quivers of terror locked her body immobile. She sat staring at those words, like a death sentence! 

Before Kelly had a chance to respond, Marcus sent her the link to the site. She numbly made the connection to the link, and stared in horror at what she found. There, in all their depravities, were the detailed pictures of her, with anything and everything that she could, and did use, stuck in every possible orifice! Pictures of the things he had told her to do, online, in still photo form for anyone to see. She looked at nearly one hundred pictures of herself, with dildos, vibrators, bottles, even an aluminum softball bat, in both her vagina and her ass! She had not remembered even half of these events, and yet, they were undeniably Kelly. She could barely breath at the things she saw herself doing to her own body!

She never heard Marcus talking into her headphones, until he brought her back to reality with, "So slave, what do you think? Do they do you justice?" She could only stare at the photos and feel her stomach grow violently ill, at the idea that someone might find them! Her mind grasping at any idea of what she could do, not to have them posted. Without thinking, and realizing the devastation that those pictures would cause, she lashed out at Marcus, "What in the fuck do you think your doing? How in the hell will I ever explain these?" The fury in her voice, ruled out any other response! She stared at the collection of her nights online, as if she couldn't recognize herself being the woman whom had done these things.

Marcus typed out another line, her heart nearly stopped at what it said! "Check the link marked "Lonely Slut Wife!" Then the screen went silent. She scanned the banners that littered the site until she found it. Hesitantly she hit the connection. She watched as a connection to a movie short was made. The scene of a tiled men's room came into view. On the floor, blindfolded and gagged, was the scene she had played out last night, when she had gone to meet him. She watched as she sank willingly to the floor, and she was smiling! She then watched as an old transient walked out of a stall, and smiled in her direction. She watched in horror as he pulled down his filthy pants and directed his grotesque cock towards her mouth. 

She remembered at how she had thought it was Marcus' cock, and then flushed with humiliation as she watched herself gleefully engulf the bum's grimy pole, with abandon! The movie continued as she made him finally cum, leaving a rope of his jism, between her hand and the end of his deflating cock. Then, she watched as the guy she had thought of as a kid, (he was really a nasty pimple faced guy in his thirties), take his place behind her. For the next few minutes it showed her from different angles, as she furiously fucked him as well. The scene then shifted to her being used, happily, by two construction workers, one tall muscular white guy, and another heavyset black guy. They pummeled her from both ends for a short time, with close up's of her mouth being filled with cock, and her, visibly slamming back, into the black guys thrusting hips.

As the movie continued, it showed her then being flipped to the floor, and her wantonly slamming herself down, repeatedly, on the black guy's massive rod. She only dimly remember any of this. It was the last scene that made her nearly scream. The figure of a man, no head was in the frame, with a cock so large it looked unreal, force his way into her waiting ass! From that point on, she looked as if she had lost her mind, as she wildly fucked back at the two huge shafts that skewered her. She looked to be screaming in agony, yet she continued to slam back at the two monsters.

Then the film just stopped, leaving her with the feeling of her heart pounding in her mouth. She felt her body experiencing it, as if she was there again. She stared blankly at the screen, is if stunned by her own whorish behavior. There was no possible way she could ever explain this, if it was ever found! Stunned, she sat looking at the screen, like this had to be some kind of nightmare, from which she would soon awaken. She could find no way out of this, no way in which to justify her own behavior. It took her a few moments to realize that Marcus had typed out something else.

"I will see you tonight! Be there at eleven, and be ready to do what your told!" it said. Before she could respond, he logged off, and she was left with the images of herself, glaring at her from the sites opening page. "What was she going to do? How would she ever be able to face Brent, or anyone else for that matter, if this was discovered?" she thought. She quickly deleted the site and turned off the computer. For an hour she sat there, in shock, at what she had just watched. The tears of her humiliation poured from her, the depravity of what she had done, finally sinking into her mind.

After that night, Marcus had directed her to meet him in different locations, never the same one twice. Each time he would tell her that if she did as she was told, he would give her the password to unlock the site. She could think of no other way, but to do as she was instructed. She agreed, time after time, to meet him. Her life was a cycle of fucking and sucking strangers, sometimes two and three at once. He never seemed pleased with her performances, and told her that when she finally got into it, she could have the password. She had been doing just as he directed, she was no longer enjoying any of it.

The last time she met with Marcus, he told her that if she didn't give this one her all, he would be sure that Brent got the link! As proof that he was serious, he wrote Brent's screen name on a slip of paper and showed it to her. She knew no other way out but to submit to what he wanted.

She was given instructions to meet him at an abandoned warehouse a few miles from their home. She thought that she could place the building, and agreed to meet him. Brent was working a double that night, so she knew she would have until around eight or so, to make it home. She dressed, again, in the white sleep shirt, (she had begun hating the sight of it), and drove to the address. She hoped that this night would be the last. She wanted more than anything to finally end this, and try to regain what life she could salvage. 

Marcus awaited her arrival at the door. He stood waiting as she closed the distance from her car, with a wicked smile on his face. ""Happy to see you on time tonight, slut!" he snickered at her obvious discomfort. "I hope you are ready to earn your password tonight! I am growing tired of your lack of enthusiasm. Perform tonight as if it is the last you will ever see of me, and this can all be over!" he smiled at her. She had heard that before, and put on a false, grin that looked more like a grimace, as she passed by. 

As she entered the warehouse, she could hear the sounds of a small gathering inside. There was a spotlight centered over a bed in the center of the huge room. She could only assume, that this was where she was to be used tonight! She made her way to the large, king-sized mattress, and climbed to its center. She could hear the sound of a hush come across the gathered crowd. She emotionlessly pulled the shirt and belt from her body. She stood there defiantly in her nudity. Looking around at the darkened silhouettes of approximately twenty men. She could feel her body stiffen with anticipation. 

Denied even the courtesy of an introduction, two men made their way onto the mattress and began fondling her exposed body. She let her mind separate her from what was about to happen. She could only look on, as if this was not her that was about to do these things. Her body betrayed her, yet again, as she moaned at the grasping fingers that fondled her tits, and plunged into her slick pussy.

The guys ran their hands all over her, the feelings of her bodies need built. She felt herself let go and relaxed, as brute fingers invaded her. She stepped out, to open her legs to the insistent fingers, allowing them even deeper penetration into her, now sopping wet slit. The moans that left her mouth, reminded her that she was indeed enjoying this. She felt herself sink to her knees, and then pull one of the stiff cocks greedily to her own mouth!

The guys seemed to take this as a cue, they both stood near her head, as she worked them both. She would switch back and forth between them, alternately sucking and pumping their rigid members with her hands and mouth. The slurping noises of her actions sounded loudly in the emptiness of the huge room. She felt all anxiety slip away, as she took to the task at hand. She was determined now to make them believe she was enjoying herself. She let her self-esteem and pride go, for the wanton usefulness of her whore's mentality. She moaned and grunted as she built up the tempo, hoping that, at least these two would cum quickly.

After about five minutes the first guy she had started with released his load. It shot out and spilled down her face, running down her neck and on to her swinging tits. She had no time for cleaning up, and didn't care if she was a mess! She continued her assault on the cock still present. She barely saw the face that went along with the body before her, the light was positioned so that only his shoulders were in the light. She shrugged to herself, and put even more effort into the cock in her slurping mouth. She made use of both of her hands now as she pumped him in time with her heads bobbing motions.

She had hoped that she would get a break, but as she continued to finish up with the second cock, she felt the mattress give to the weight of yet another man. It was only at the pressure of a cock at her soggy lips, that she knew she was about to be fucked, while she finished her task. The man smelled badly, but she spread her legs farther to give him complete access. She felt the hot mushroom head press against her, and then in one push, he was in. Her body knew what to do, and she began squeezing the muscle of her pussy, contracting around his reaming pole. She felt a climax building in her at the dual fucking she was receiving. That didn't slow her down, she again applied more pressure to cock in her mouth. 

Within another few minutes, the man in front of her exploded his own fountain of cum that splashed her face and ran into her hair. She continued fisting his cock until it went flaccid in her hand. He stepped back, only to be replaced by another hard cock. She dove desperately onto this as well, picking up where she had left off on the last. The man pummeling her pussy groaned and stiffened, as he to shot his load deep inside her twitching grip. As expected, yet another took his place!

For what she guessed was hours, cock after cock, found its way to her mouth, pussy and hands, in a never-ending cycle of slurping, slamming, and groaning. She lost track of how many times she service two or three guys simultaneously! Every time one shot its load, it would be just as quickly replaced with another. Her legs and arms had long since gone numb, she no longer even cared how she was being used. Somewhere during the first hour, her body had totally betrayed her unwillingness, and she was now screaming with pleasure at the abuse she was taking!

On occasion, a break in the action would be called, to allow her time to use the bathroom and rest. Yet, as soon as she began to think it might be over, a new round of fucking would begin! She had never felt so used and filled in her life. She knew her body was enjoying every minute, and she mentally cried at herself for allowing all this to happen. Yet without fail, she put her all into every act. She was so covered in sweat and cum, that it felt stiff on her skin. Crust had begun building on the places where it had dried. She didn't care, she wanted more! And that's what she got.

During what was to be the last of her night's sessions, a familiar body made it's way onto the mattress. Marcus' circus length cock hung half rigid before her mouth. She never realized just how long it actually was! He had to be every bit of twelve inches, and he wasn't even hard yet! It looked as if he had a snake hanging from his balls. This massive thing had to be as thick as her wrist or more, in circumference! Yet, without hesitation she brought it to her lips, and began sucking it's plumb sized head. If this was the finale, she was going to make it count!

She ran her tongue along the length of it's under surface, springing it to life. She watched transfixed as this monster began to rise. By now, all the other men had left the lighted area of the mattress. This final assault was Marcus', and Marcus' alone! She felt a little relief knowing that she had survived the night intact, essentially. She made herself lavish this gargantuan cock with all her talents. She knew it would take some doing to ride this thing. But when she had done it, and she knew she would get her reward, finally!

When Marcus pulled away, she felt a sudden pang of fear. What had she done wrong? How had she not lived up to his expectations tonight? She tried to pull him back to finish what she had started, when he laughed and flopped flat onto his back on the mattress. He motioned her to turn around, then guided her to sit. She watched as he directed her down, and felt her body lock in fear at where he aimed. He was going to fuck her ass with that monster!

She nearly ran for the door, knowing what he intended, yet somehow her body continued it's way toward the massive invader. A groan of anticipation sounded from the gathered collection of shadows. The head of his cock pressed at her ass like a club. She knew no way to relax enough to allow this to happen. In the back of her mind, she remembered having, somehow survived this before though. She relaxed as much as she could and let Marcus do the rest.

She nearly screamed as the huge head finally stretched her to the point of splitting. She grit her teeth and began panting in earnest, at the pain of his invasion. "Good God" she thought, "He's killing me!" She could feel every fiber of her body screaming from the agony of this monster. She felt consciousness ebbing away, her body refusing to deal with the pain! For what seemed hours, inch after inch of the mutant cock found new depths to her bowels. She knew in her mind that she could feel the tender tissue of her rectum being torn apart! Yet even more kept being forced into her.

When he finally stopped, she felt as if she had been impaled on a fireplug! She was sure she was going to die. As Marcus slowly began the long pull back, her body squeezed, trying to force this obstruction out. Marcus must have taken that as a sign of her readiness, she thought, as he began to drive back into her. Circles of pain erupted in her eyes, a howl of agony as if an animal was being tortured, erupted from her throat! Then as if to drive her further into madness, Marcus began to build speed and power at each thrust. 

She was in agony, yet somehow she drove herself on, wanting this to be the last of her torment. She put her pain aside, and drove back into him. She wanted to end this. For what seemed ten minutes, she pushed back furiously onto his bat sized cock. At some point her body, again, began enjoying the abuse. She was now slamming into him, with pleasure, and loving it. The sweat of her efforts stood out plainly for all to see. She was moaning at each complete thrust, into her sore and stretched ass. Her body was being wracked by a continuous orgasm. Her legs and lower back were numb, yet she continued to push back Finally, she felt him stiffen as he own orgasm started.

She reached back and began squeezing his huge balls, he moaned loudly at the pleasure she was giving him. Then she felt him expand, nearly ripping her ass apart from it's size. In one final, desperate thrust, she felt what could only be gallons of cum, drain deep inside her bowels. He jammed himself to the hilt and held his position, as torrent after torrent of cum continued filling her ass. Finally, she felt him start to soften and slowly slide from within her. She felt the need to defecate badly, yet did not move until with a sloppy plop, he was out! She fell face first into the mattress and passed out!

Kelly still wondered how she had gotten home that night? She had awakened the next morning to the sound of Brent entering the bedroom. She also remembered his face, when she refused his advances. How would she have explained why she felt like a canyon to him? She had quickly moved to the shower, in case any tell tale signs remained of the abuse; she had so willingly taken the night before! She hoped that she could one day make it up to him.


Betrayal Ch. 03



Rick tossed his shirt into a corner of his bedroom. It landed on a still-filled box. He really should get around to going through them all. 

Chandra stood in the sunlight slanting through the window. Long, clever fingers caressed her sun-darkened skin while she watched him slip out of his pants. "Next time, just wait for me in here instead of answering the door. Joe would let me in." She licked the tips of her fingers and circled them around her hardened nipples. "I'd like to walk in and find you all hard and ready."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said, and kicked his pants aside. He glanced at the window. Outside, a tree waved thick branches. It was possible to see into this room from there, but he couldn't see a sign of Penny. Good, he thought, and closed the blinds. The locked door wouldn't allow her to peek, either, although he wouldn't put it past her to drill a hole in the wall. 

"What's the matter?" Chandra asked, slithering her long body onto the bed. "You're jumpy today. I thought the divorce would mellow you out."

"It isn't Annie that bothers me." He sat beside her. "It's Penny."

Chandra laughed, and her breasts moved with the soft inhalations. "Your self-control with her is laudable, Rick, but I don't see why she couldn't just spy on us. It isn't like you'd be fucking her."

"It might give her more ideas." He ran a finger lazily over her breast and stretched out on the bed. "She has enough as it is."

Chandra wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking it into full hardness. "Were you hard last night because she played with herself, or were you hard because you wanted to play with her?" 

"Both."  

Chandra straddled his thighs and rubbed his erection against her pussy. "Pretend I'm her, Ricky. Pretend I came into the door and found you naked on the bed with a hard-on."

The thought made his cock twitch in her hand. 

"This is what she'd feel like. All soft and wet, and you'd slide into her pussy like this..." She sank down on his cock. "You'd be fucking your niece, and Joe would remain completely oblivious."

"Joe's more observant than that. I couldn't get away with it." But the thought remained. Fucking Penny. Or, in this case, it would be Penny fucking him. Either way, his dick felt huge.

Chandra reached between them to massage her clit. "This is so hot, Ricky. That you'd do your niece." The muscles in her thighs bunched and released as she moved up and down. 

"I didn't say I'd do her."

"You would, though, if you could get away with it." She arched her back. "Oh, God, this feels so good." 

Rick put his hands on her hips, lifted her body, and began to thrust upward. Chandra's breasts bounced. Her fingers circled her clitoris. Her pussy tightened and released around his cock. He increased the pace. Her lips opened in a soundless cry. A soft rush of liquid surrounded the head of his dick. Her cunt gripped him, but the moisture enabled him to keep pumping. 

Her fingers circled sporadically around her clit, and then she leaned forward. "Come on, Uncle Ricky, come for me." 

The soft whisper, the feel of her hair flicking his chest, and the weight of her hands on the bed beside his shoulders finished him off. He jerked his climax, pushing high inside her cunt. 

#

Rick closed the front door behind Chandra.

"You look like the cat that ate the canary," his niece said from the kitchen doorway. 

He turned. "I suppose I do."

Penny, dressed in a short skirt and her usual half-shirt, moved into the living room. "She looks a lot like me, you know." 

"I hadn't noticed." 

"Daddy says she does."

"What's for dinner?" he asked to change the subject, and moved past her toward the kitchen.

"Does sex make you hungry, too?" She flounced by him and opened the refrigerator. "Hamburger something, I suppose. Whose turn is it to cook?"

"Joe's. Where is he, anyway?"

"At the store. He'll be back soon." She turned, graced Rick with an innocent smile, and approached him before he could move away. She ran a finger over his chest. "Do you fuck Chandra because she looks like me? Or do you want me because of Chandra?"

"And who said I wanted you?" He stood his ground. His cock remained quiescent due to his recent liaison with Chandra. 

"I'm not blind, Uncle Ricky."

He made a non-committal noise and pulled away as the front door opened. Joe strode into the kitchen, ending whatever conversation Penny wanted to have. 

#

Heat beamed down with the sun on Rick's bare back. The lawn mower perched in front of his seated form like a squat monster. "Damn it," he muttered, and put the spark plug back in. It still wouldn't run, he knew, but he stood to try it once more before giving up. 

"Just as handy as ever, I see."  

Rick wiped his face with his hand and turned. "Annie." She looked the same as always; slender, graceful, and pissed off. 

"I brought your porn," she said. "I don't want it in my house."

"Fine. Leave it on the porch." He turned back to the recalcitrant mower. 

"I'm not about to haul it out of the trunk. You have too much of it." 

He sighed. "All right, I'll come and get it out." Turning again, he brushed by her and headed for the little Honda in the driveway. 

Annie followed. "You have more crap to get out of the garage."

"I'll get a truck this weekend." The trunk popped open. Three boxes sat inside. "You're right, I do have a lot of it." He picked up the first box and headed for the porch. 

"You're agreeing with me? That has to be a first."

Rick set the box down and turned to face her. "Why not just scream at me and get it over with. I'm getting tired of these sarcastic digs."

"What difference will it make if I scream at you? It won't change any of it." She pointed to the car. "Get the rest."

"It might make you feel better." Rick headed for the car. 

Annie remained on the porch, out of the sunlight. "Stabbing you with a very long knife might make me feel better, too."

The second box was just as heavy as the first. Rick placed it on the porch. "I'm glad you have enough self-control not to stab me, but yelling at me won't land you in jail."

She gazed at him for a long minute, and he was reminded of the first real argument they'd had. He'd done something stupid – he couldn't remember exactly what – and she made sarcastic comments for a week before she shouted at him. After she'd finished, he could only apologize. He remembered that, because then she kissed him, hugged him, and they'd fucked like rabbits for a month. 

"Apologizing this time won't help," she said.

Apparently, she had some memories of her own. "That's why I haven't bothered." He sighed and turned back to the car. The third box felt a little lighter. He put it on top of the others. "For what it's worth, I am sorry. I didn't mean for you to find out that way."

"You didn't mean for me to find out at all!" 

Here it comes, he thought. "No, I didn't." 

Annie's eyes gleamed with unshed tears. "Why? I just don't understand, Rick. It isn't like you weren't getting it at home. Why did you have to find someone else?"

Rick propped a foot up on the stairs and looked her straight in the eye. "I don't have any excuses. It just happened. I'm sorry if that doesn't really answer your questions, but..."

"I don't want an excuse," she snapped. "I want a reason. You ended our marriage, and I'd like to know why."

"It isn't that simple." He moved up to the porch and seated himself in one of the chairs. "And I'm not going to explain while you stand over me like some avenging Wonder Woman. Sit down."

She glared at him, and the shine of her tears dried. "Are you really going to try to explain?"

"Yes." 

The scent of her perfume wafted to him as she sat in the other chair. "Go ahead. I'm listening."

He leaned back in the chair. "I know this sounds very clichéd and trite, but it isn't really about you. You haven't done anything wrong. You haven't denied me anything, or turned me off in any way." He sighed at her scowl. "I'd still like to fuck you right now, in spite of how you're looking at me like a wad of used gum on the sidewalk."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"You wanted the truth, didn't you?" He didn't expect an answer, and went on. "I met Chandra at that conference I went to last year."

"It's been going on that long?" 

Rick held up a hand. "Just listen, for now."

She nodded, although the tightness of her mouth let him know how much she wanted to shout at this point. 

"At first, Chandra was just interested in my new novel. She offered to help with some research I needed to do. We didn't start anything until months later."

"So you seduced her because she's interested in your latest piece of drivel?"

No, he thought, she seduced me. But that fact wouldn't help him at all. "We got drunk one night and things just happened. It continued because, well..." He couldn't tell her it continued because of Penny. But he had to stick close to the truth or she'd pry at him until she wormed it all out of him. "She reminds me of someone else, someone I was attracted to when I was young." He looked at the frown in Annie's eyes and tried to keep his expression neutral. "I guess it's sort of a midlife crisis, wishing I was younger, that kind of thing."

Annie stood up, paced the porch for a while, and then turned back to him with her usual frown. "One night, I think I could forgive. This, I just can't."

So she'd bought the story. "I don't expect forgiveness, Annie."

"Then why bother to explain now?"

"To make you feel better. I don't want you to think it was because of you."

"So caring, you are."

He stood up to face her. "I do care. Fucking isn't the same as loving. You know that."

"Are you trying to tell me you still love me?" She barked out a laugh. "You're pathetic."

"Probably."

The porch door opened. "Hi, Auntie Annie!" Penny said in bright, innocent tones. "I saw Uncle Ricky hauling more boxes up to the porch and thought I should help him bring them upstairs."

"You can help him get the rest of his crap out of the garage this weekend, too," Annie said, turning to stride down the few stairs to the walk. She turned back when she reached the open trunk. "I mean it, Rick. Get the rest of your things so I don't ever have to see you again." She slammed the trunk shut, got into the car, and backed it out of the drive. 

"Frigid bitch," Penny remarked. 

"Shut up, Penny." Rick bent to pick up the top box.

#

Rick couldn't spend another night alone with Penny while Joe taught his night class. If she tried to seduce him one more time, he'd take her up on it, Joe be damned. 

A few drinks at the local bar would pass the time, so he headed there. During the middle of the week, the place seemed empty. Music echoed into the room from the cheesy juke box set up in the corner. Rick ordered a beer and sat at the bar to nurse it. Between Penny, Chandra, and Annie, he might just have to check into the nearest nut house.  

"What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" Penny slid into the chair beside him, and her little black dress hiked up her thigh. 

Rick's cock jumped at the sound of her voice. "Did you follow me?"

"Of course I did. I didn't want to watch television all by myself." She ordered a drink. "Even all that porn in your room is boring, Uncle. Does it really turn you on?"

No, it didn't, which is why it was in boxes in the garage. He'd meant to get rid of it, and never got around to it. The good stuff he had crammed in the back of his closet. "I don't think I need to answer that," he told Penny. 

"Pleading the fifth, huh?" She got her drink and used the small straw to stir it. 

The purse of her lips around the straw forced Rick to look away. 

"Annie wasn't pleasant today." Penny turned in her seat and put a hand on his knee. "I'm sorry about calling her names, but she just pisses me off." 

"At least you didn't say it to her face." The hand on his knee made him want to grab it. He wasn't sure if he would move it away or put it on his crotch, but it was going to drive him insane if it remained where it was. 

"I don't want to cause you any more trouble with her." The hand squeezed, and moved up an inch. 

"Good." He took a drink of the beer. Cold, the condensation on the bottle made the glass slippery. He held it tight, even after he'd set it down.

"You can talk about it, you know. I don't blame you for going with Chandra." The hand moved again as she leaned toward him. "I'm a sympathetic ear." 

Now the hand rested against the head of his dick. It seemed innocent until he looked at the mischievous expression on her face. He glanced around, and no one seemed to be looking at them. Go ahead, then, he thought. I'll be damned if I'm going to make a scene trying to stop you. "It isn't your ear that I'm wondering about," he said aloud. 

The hand gripped him through his jeans. She used the tips of her fingers to play with the head of his dick. "I'm not wearing anything under the dress," she whispered, leaning closer to hide her actions from anyone who might be looking. "When I get up, the stool is going to have a wet spot."

He glanced at her thigh. Half of her ass showed. "Keep this up and we'll both have a problem getting up." 

The hand kept rubbing. "I want to take this out and lick it," she said. "It feels so hard; I want it inside me." 

"Want another one?" the bartender asked. 

"No," Rick answered. "Gotta leave soon." 

"How about now?" Penny squeezed his cock and let her hand slip away as she turned to her drink.

The walk home would calm him down. He nodded, paid for both drinks, and helped her off the stool. Yes, there was a wet spot in the center. His balls began to ache as he led her outside. "That wasn't nice, you know. What if someone your dad knows was in there?"

"I know everyone Daddy knows and I didn't see anyone." She pointed to her small car. "I drove."

"Two blocks?" 

"Tiny dress and high heels. I'm not about to walk." She opened the driver's side door. "Get in."

He slid into the passenger seat. She started the car, reached over to give his cock a pat, and backed out of the parking spot. "Daddy won't be home for hours, you know. I think he has a woman he fucks after class." 

That was news. But it didn't matter. "Penny, this isn't going to happen."

She pulled out into the street and headed for home. "It's going to happen eventually. I just wish you'd figure that out." 

The bump getting into the drive seemed exaggerated somehow. Penny pulled all the way into the garage and turned off the motor and the headlights. "You can run away now, if you really think you have to." 

The darkness seemed to make sound louder, and Rick could hear her breathing. Her hand touched his thigh and moved up to his dick. He remained silent.

She pulled at the button on his jeans, and then tugged the zipper tab down. 

If he was going to stop it, he should speak up. He kept his hands clenched at his sides as she fished his cock out into the air. Wet warmth surrounded the head of it. He gasped, and his hands squeezed into fists at his sides. 

Slowly, his sight adjusted to the darkness inside the garage. Soft light filtered in through the window, illuminating the tool bench. Penny's dark hair bobbed in his lap. 

Warmth retreated up his dick. "I'd sit on it if there was room, Uncle Ricky." Then the warmth resumed. 

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Her tongue slid around his cock. Her lips slid smoothly up and down. 

Oh, God, he thought, just don't let Joe come home. 

She sucked when he jerked up toward her mouth, swallowing only to suck repeatedly until his limp dick slipped from her lips. 

"You taste good, Uncle Rick," she said. 

The garage door began to open, and the overhead light clicked on. Panic forced Rick's hands to stuff his cock back into his pants. He got out of the car just as the door opened enough to allow Joe's truck into the garage. 

Laughing, Penny climbed out of the driver's side and waved to her father. "I guess he's early tonight."

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Betrayal Ch. 03



Emma woke at noon the next day and lay there on her back, hands behind her head for several minutes, probing around inside her brain. The previous evening had been a very disturbing one for her, but thinking things through, she realized that something had shifted inside her. It felt as if a logjam had been broken and her personality was now flowing in different ways.

After a good long run and a bit of, well, breakfast, even though it was nearly 2:00 when she ate it, Emma sat at the kitchen table, mapping out the rest of her day. Peter would be phoning at 5:00, and that was the only thing she had to do. The rest was up to her.

Emma took a shower and afterwards spent 5 minutes in front of the mirror again, the first time she'd dared to do that in a month. She was pretty. She was sexy, dammit! Something inside her wanted to explore her sexuality, and was that wrong? She could admit that openly now. Why was her husband so uninterested?

Maybe Derek could give her some insight into that. Problem was she was too embarrassed to face him at the moment -- even if he hadn't been at work.

Throwing on a light robe, she went down to the computer. Once booted up, she entered the keyword "cunnilingus" in her browser. The number of hits was incredible. True, most of it was cheesy porn sites, but there was also a lot of useful information. She was envious of those women who had husbands who would do that to them!

Reading the descriptions and looking at a few photos got Emma incredibly aroused.

"I'm going to make myself cum," she said out loud.

It was very liberating.

Searching further, she found a women's website that had a sample video clip. Emma nearly forgot to breath as she watched it the first time.

A woman with short blonde hair like hers was lying back on a sofa, one leg over the back and the other hanging down. Between her legs, a man crouched. He had his hands under the woman's bottom, cupping each cheek strongly as he lifted her slightly. His tongue was licking lustily in her folds and she was writhing and moaning at every touch. It didn't appear to be faked. Just as she was going to climax, the clip ended. Typical. But it was so incredibly hot.

Emma opened her robe and restarted the clip. Her hands drifted down to her open legs and she found herself already rather wet. Before she really got into it, she had an idea.

Running upstairs, she grabbed a bottle of baby oil and quickly went back down. Slipping off her robe, she again sat at the computer.

The clip was on "loop" and as she watched it play again and again, she poured some baby oil on her hands. It felt wonderful as they glided over her glowing skin. Gradually, they drifted up to her breasts and she cupped them experimentally. They made a nice handful, but really weren't that large. She'd always felt she was lucky to not have big ones that flopped around when she ran. That looked just awful, in her opinion. 

These breasts were very nice. And her nipples...they'd get so sensitive as she heated up. She pulled and twisted, making them stiffen and swell. How nice it would be to have Peter here to suck on them. She always liked that, but he never did it long enough. How wonderful it would be to have Peter pleasure her for hours. Like Derek did with the women he made love to.

Yesterday morning, Emma would have mentally slapped her face for thinking those kinds of thoughts. But today, she was, well, different, and she let her thoughts flow where they would.

The clip again went black and restarted automatically. Emma's oily hands slid lower, caressing her stomach, the tops of her thighs, the inside of her thighs, but she stayed away from her ultimate goal, teasing herself as Derek had teased the woman two nights ago. She wanted to make herself yearn for release.

Now that she wasn't feeling guilty and ashamed, Emma reveled in the pleasure that was flowing through her. She imagined her hands were Peter's caressing her so intimately, worshipping her body. How could she get him to do this? Would he ever want to touch his wife like this? Was he, too, shy like she was? Maybe he wanted to but didn't know how to ask. Maybe Peter was ashamed like she used to be. How could she make him change?

The woman on the screen was writhing again, her head tossing back and forth. Just before the clip ended, she started to reach for her lover's head, and Emma knew why. She wanted to hold his tongue against her, not let it escape until he had driven her over the edge.

She flicked her swollen clitoris with one finger and gasped. She was oh so ready. Watching the clip from the beginning, she rubbed herself, avoiding her little hot button as the man's tongue ravaged the woman's most secret places. As the woman writhed and moaned, Emma's fingers crept closer and closer to her target and just as the woman reached out for her lover, Emma pressed down and rubbed hard.

Her orgasm overwhelmed her as her body thrashed and spasmed for what seemed like a long time, gasping and groaning. She felt lightheaded and pleasantly disoriented as she came down from her sexual high, but also incredibly good. Her sense of well-being and happiness was terrific -- now that she had gotten past the shame she used to feel.

Emma spent the rest of the afternoon, weeding her gardens as she hummed to herself contentedly.

Derek was right.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

That evening, Emma kept to herself while everything that had happened swirled in a disorganized mass in her brain. It all had to be analyzed and sorted before she'd make descisions of any kind. There was still so much to learn.

When Derek came home, he waved but kept his distance. The next move was clearly hers to make.

Peter had sounded rather distracted when he called that evening. Things at the conferences were pretty stressful. His calls often seemed to amount to no more than checking up on his wife. There was seldom any small talk, certainly no loving little endearments. He did say how much he missed her, though, and that gave her a warm feeling. At the end, she decided to tell him how much she loved him, but she wasn't sure he heard any of it, because the phone clicked barely before she'd barely got started.

She did masturbate again that night. Things were quiet in Derek's bedroom, but Emma felt it was better to use the den which didn't share the common wall. Once again she watched the video of the couple again, and found a few others that were almost as satisfactory.

This time she didn't use the baby oil but went at her private parts with both hands, using two fingers inside herself to find that special spot. Outside, she kept her clit (she found she preferred the shorter term) bubbling just below the threshold while she waited for her G spot (more research) to swell and harden.

Inside her it felt like she needed to pee and cum at the same time. Teasing herself, she drew it out, and when she couldn't stand it any more, she lifted her legs over the arms of the computer chair and drove herself to an incredible orgasm. Knowing she might squirt again, she was ready with towels on the floor and underneath her bottom. They were all soaked and Emma was left, shaking and unable to think clearly, but very, very happy.

On Friday night, Derek came home to find a note on his door: Join me for dinner? --Emma. He had plans for the evening, but felt this was more important, so he ducked in the house to tell the disappointed woman that he was stuck at work. In case she came by to check, he pulled his car into the garage.

His neighbor came to the door with a pretty apron on over her usual shorts and top. Her feet were bare and there was a fetching smudge of flour on her cheek. Interestingly, she also had on some eye make-up.

"Hi, Emma. Yes, dinner would be great. Allow me," he added as he reached out to wipe the flour away. "Would red or white be more suitable?"

"Pardon me?"

"Wine, Emma, red or white wine."

"White then. I'm making chicken."

"I'd like to take a shower. Do I have time?"

"Certainly. But be back soon. It's almost ready."

Dinner conversation was kept in safe channels, running, other sports, work, but Emma was clearly nervous. Actually, she could barely choke down a bite, but she was determined to appear normal.

Dessert was a homemade peach pie and it was delicious. They'd eaten in the house because Emma didn't want to attract any notice from the neighbors. In a complex like this, everyone watched everyone else and the gossip lines were always open. She'd also closed the curtains.

In the living room over coffee, Emma didn't know where to start, so Derek broke the ice.

"Does anything I said the other night make more sense to you now?"

Emma's face was pensive. "Yes. I have to admit I've thought of little else."

"You seem very chipper this evening. Does that mean what I think it does? I'll take your very pretty flushing to indicate a yes."

She'd masturbated twice already. Once awakened and freed from guilt, her libido was in overdrive.

The pretty woman's hands were shaking. She'd come to a decision and was determined to go through with it. With the way Peter felt about her "sexual deviations", this might be Emma's only chance.

"I've been thinking about something," she started and then ran out of courage.

"Yes," Derek answered, lounging back in his chair.

"This is just too embarrassing," Emma said and fled from the room.

Derek gave her a few minutes, then got up. He found her trembling in the dark in the kitchen. Walking up behind her, he put his arms around her waist. "You can tell me anything you need to, Emma. Anything you say is safe with me."

She broke free and walked to the sink, looking out the window over it into the darkness. "I'm frightened."

Derek kept his distance. "Don't be. Just take a deep breath and say it."

She turned and her eyes were burning. "I want you to perform cunnilingus on me."

He grinned. "Is that all? I was afraid you wanted me to rob a bank for you!"

The tension broke and Emma laughed. Derek loved to watch her do that, and this delightful woman didn't do it often enough.

"Come here, Emma." She moved forward and he wrapped his arms around her as she rested her head on his chest. She was still trembling violently. "Why do you want to do this?"

She buried her face into his shirt. "Because I'm burning up with curiosity and because I could never ask Peter to do it."

"He might surprise you."

Emma shook her head and looked up at Derek. "No, he won't. It's too filthy. If you overheard our fight, you know how definite he is."

"Let's go back to the living room and talk."

This time they sat together on the sofa. Derek spent a half-hour talking to her about it. She confessed with great embarrassment that she'd been watching that video and that's what got her started, although she'd known about cunnilingus ever since high school.

"Cunnilingus is such a formal word," Derek said. "It sounds sort of like a disease, instead of something completely indescribably wonderful. How about 'you'd like me to make love to you with my mouth'? If being a bit crude turns your crank, you could ask me to eat you."

Emma shivered at that. She clearly remembered the other night with that very vocal woman, almost describing to her what Derek was doing.

Regardless that Emma had brought it all up, it was obvious she had no idea how to get things going.

"Now, I want you to tell me what you like and don't like," Derek told her as he took her hand. "I've learned that every woman is very different about this. Don't be embarrassed. Just tell me. I want your first time to be as amazing as possible."

Emma gripped his hand back. "And you'll never tell Peter? Never tell anyone? Promise me that!"

He smiled and kissed her cheek. "I wouldn't rat on my best friend. How could I?"

Whether that was true or not about Emma being his best friend, it did reassure her.

"Where should we do this?" she asked nervously.

"Where would you like to do it?"

"Here I guess." It flashed through Emma's mind that it would be a lot like that video clip. "What should I take off?"

"Well, this is a lot easier if you have nothing on your bottom," he joked. "As for the rest of you, that's your decision. Do you want me to keep my clothes on?"

Emma nodded. Now came the hard part: taking off her shorts and panties. You've gotten yourself into this, she thought. You're going to look like a silly scaredy-cat if you chicken out now.

"Turn away, please," she said as she turned off the one lamp in the room. There was light from the hallway, but the living room felt comfortingly dark.

She quickly stripped off her shorts and panties and laid down at her end of the sofa, knees tightly together and feeling incredibly vulnerable.

Derek turned back and looked at Emma, naked from the waist down. "You look just lovely, better than I would have imagined," he told her in a soft voice. "Now would you like me to take my clothes off?"

"Do you need to?" Emma knew at once that was a silly question. Of course he didn't need to be naked. But did she want him to be?

He took her silence to mean that she wasn't comfortable. Kneeling on the floor near her waist, he put his hands on her knees.

"Emma, these really need to be apart or this won't work."

She was trembling again as she put one leg over the back of the sofa and the other over the edge with her foot on the floor, just like in the video.

Derek looked at her again, not hiding what was holding his attention. "Exquisite, Emma. You really are a beauty. Why do you hide all this lovliness under baggy, shapeless clothes?"

She almost said something about it not being right to dress like a common slut, but she realized he was partially right. She did dress to hide her body away. With a flash of courage, she sat up and pulled off her top. Her bra followed after. Laying back, she felt somewhat self-conscious but also thrilled to be naked in front of this fully-clothed man. It turned her on incredibly.

"You are so beautiful," Derek said staring at all her charms. "Magnificent!"

"What should I do now?"

"Just lie there and enjoy."

Derek began at her ankles, rubbing and stroking her skin lightly and she shivered delightedly. His hands felt wonderful. Closing her eyes, she let herself drift.

It took him several minutes for him to just reach her knees and she found her breath catch as his hands first touched the lower part of her inner thighs. One hand began stroking behind her knee and that felt erotically delicious. She sighed contentedly.

As Derek's hands drifted closer and closer to her most private place, Emma's breathing quickened and she could smell her own arrousal in the confined room. While that was sort of embarrassing, it also turned her on even more for some reason.

"Why don't you touch your breasts?" Derek breathed as he leaned down to kiss her right thigh.

She did as he suggested, with a bit of embarrassment, tweaking first one nipple, then the other as Derek's hot kisses moved closer and closer. He adjusted his position and she could feel his breath on her sparse pubic hairs.

"I'm going to kiss it now," he whispered. "Just enjoy."

Even though she knew what was coming, Emma gasped as his lips touch her lower ones. His tongue snaked out and pressed in, moving upwards through the now sopping gap between them. She could feel them opening out as they swelled even more, inviting him in, she felt.

The next several minutes were a revelation as Derek nibbled, slithered and sucked Emma's genitals.

No, she chided herself, tonight it's my pussy. Derek is sucking my pussy. Dear God, his tongue is in my pussy!

Thinking such wicked things made her shiver delightedly, or was that caused only by his tongue slithering over her clit?

"Like that?" Derek asked.

"Oh yes! Please don't stop."

This man definitely knew what he was doing. He brought her very close several times over the next half hour, always backing off to let her cool down.

The fourth time he did this, she let out a groan of disappointment.

"Getting frustrated, my dove?" he asked in a soft voice.

"Why won't you let me finish?"

"Because some of the greatest pleasure is in the build-up. Some of the women I've been with like me to tie them up so they're completely helpless to stop my exquisite torture."

With that he put his head down. She felt his hands cupping her bottom just like in the movie, as he partially lifted her up to expose even more of her pussy. 

This time he seemed more determined in his approach and Emma began to move around, unable to keep her body still, gasping, moaning, telling him how good it was. She knew she was acting like a wanton slut, a bitch in heat -- but it felt liberating. Emma was finally in touch with her inner self.

She tightened and loosened the strong muscles in her rear end because she liked to feel Derek gripping her so tightly. It also dramatically increased her arousal.

"Let me cum, Derek, let me cum!" she moaned.

He gave her no response except the loving of his tongue as it slithered momentarily into her opening.

Emma's hips were now thrashing almost uncontrollably in his hands as he began to assault her throbbing clit in earnest.

"Almost there," she cried out. "Don't stop!" But he did and she cried out in frustration. "You bastard! Let me cum!"

Derek started again almost immediately, and this time he took her breath away when he sucked her hard clit into his mouth. She felt his tongue tickling the end. Then he clamped down.

Emma's world seemed to explode and she saw flashes of light behind her closed eyes as electrical bolts shot all over her body. She was gasping, moaning, thrashing about, totally out of control as Derek's mouth stayed fastened to her most tender place. He let go for a moment or two, then sucked hard again and Emma's back arched as another orgasm shot through her.

Finally after two more equally strong ones, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Derek, please. Please stop."

He sat up. "Anything for you, my dear sweet, Emma."

Later her eyes opened and the room was empty. She must have fallen asleep where she lay, still spread open on the sofa. Derek had cover her with a large silk scarf she had decorating the back of it, but he was nowhere to be seen.

She padded off to the powder room and found a note taped to the mirror: Emma, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. You are a revelation. We'll talk in the morning.--Derek.

Looking at the bedroom clock when she got upstairs, she was shocked to see it was nearly 2:00. Had he done her that long or was she asleep that long?

It doesn't matter, she thought as she fell into bed.

Emma slept naked that night for the first time in her life.

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Peeking over her covers the next morning, Emma saw that it was already rather light. Nearly 8:30. That was late for her. Laying there, she probed in her head to see if she felt guilty at all.

Not really, she was surprised to find, even though she'd completely broken her wedding vows. Now she knew, even more than the day after her wedding night, what it felt like to be a woman. Derek was right. Oral sex was more intimate than intercourse.

She was rather sticky "down there" so she took a long, steamy shower and after toweling herself off rather roughly, she felt like her skin was glowing.

Downstairs, she made coffee, toast and cut up some fruit to dump on her yogurt. The day was glorious, so she went out on the deck.

Derek was there, dressed only in some shorts, feet bare, hair sleep-touseled, reading the paper with a cup of coffee by his hand.

"Sleep well?" he asked as Emma looked around the privacy fence.

"What do you think?" she grinned. "I slept wonderfully!"

"Do you have time for a run this morning?"




Betrayal Ch. 03



She took a bite of her toast. "Yup. Just let me eat a little something first. I'm famished."

While out on their run, Emma peppered Derek with questions. She seemed like a child in a candy shop to him. The world was suddenly alive with delicious surprises.

At the far end of the conservation area, they stopped at the fountain for a break. It was a hot day and both were drenched in sweat. Emma seemed to absolutely glow as they silently lay on the grass for a few minutes.

Emma rolled over onto her tummy and propped herself on her elbows. "Do you think any less of me this morning, Derek?"

He shook his head. "How can you even think that?"

"It's just that... It's just that I did something that even two months ago I would have been ashamed of. And I did it with a man who isn't even my husband. My family would disown me if they knew."

"Well, they won't find out from me. I think our bigger problem at the moment is to figure out a way to get your husband to do what I did."

She frowned. "That's going to be a tough one."

Emma really was quite a delightful female when she let her guard fall. She was almost childlike in her enthusiasm, yet their was nothing childlike about her intellect. Her hair style and lithe, slender body made her look more like 24 than 34, and she had the best derriere that Derek had ever seen -- or held. Thinking about those muscles flexing in his hands as he'd held her up while she'd cum the night before started to make him hard.

Today, with a smile on her face and her eyes twinkling in good humor, she was just about the most desirable woman he'd ever had the honor to be around.

Having only thin nylon jogging shorts on, it was immediately apparent, and Emma's fast eyes caught it.

Her face colored delightfully when she realized Derek knew she'd been checking him out and she immediately got up to cover her embarrassment by getting another drink of water. 

Watching her move made Derek's erection swell even further. He was definitely an ass man, and Emma had put on tight, lycra shorts that day, something he'd never seen before. Partway through the run, she'd also stripped off her light running top, leaving only her sports bra. Man! Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?

She came back and stood very close, looking down at him, openly this time. Derek looked up, starting at her crotch where he could see a bit of camel toe. Was she also a bit wet down there? As his eyes rose over her flat tummy to her breasts, he could detect two little bumps where her nipples were pushing hard against the tightness of her sports bra.

"Derek..."

His eyes looked into hers. Emma's gaze was steady although her face was very flushed.

"Derek, would you teach me about how to pleasure a man?"



Betrayal Ch. 03



Oh my god - please do not yell at me for taking so long to update or I swear to Bob I will track you down and I will cry in-your-face!

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From his viewpoint hidden in a shadowed corner on the deck Artemous watched the inhabitants of the city with growing unease. They were a dark race, with coffee coloured skin and hair as black as night. There was no variation. Each and everyone of them had the same colouring and no matter how much he searched he could not see anyone with the familiar blonde or red hues of his countrymen. He had never felt more alone. 

He tipped his head over the side of the boat and eyed the churning water warily. He briefly considered throwing himself overboard in a desperate and stupid escape attempt. True, he didn't have the slightest idea how to swim but after looking out at the dock and seeing the hundreds of unfamiliar faces the idea was beginning to look inviting.

"Calm." he told himself, flinching almost immediately when he saw a woman out on the dock in a pair of tight red trousers and an equally tight blue shirt pull out a knife and brandish it at a small child. He was so surprised at seeing a woman in trousers that it took him a moment to really notice the blade, but when he did he could barely believe his eyes. The woman grabbed the boys hand and forced it against a wooden block. People walked around the pair, not even sparing them a look as the child started sobbing desperately. The blade was raised -

"No need to see that little brother." Jostlin said, a moment before an arm wrapped around the mages waist and he was spun him away from the dock.

"Wait!" Artemous sputtered, squirming in the sailors grasp as he tried to turn back to see if the poor child was hurt. "That woman was about to chop off that boys hand!"

"That's what happens when you get caught stealing." Jostlin said without his usual cheerfulness. "One handed beggars in the city are hardly a rare occurrence." The easterner looked back over his shoulder before giving his head a quick shake. "Handless beggars even less so. Now come, the captain wants to talk to you."

The knowledge that a child could be maimed for so little was outweighed by the sudden dread the sailors word invoked. "Why?" He asked, not ashamed to admit to himself that he was utterly terrified of the man and had no desire to be trapped in close quarters with him.

"He asked me to collect you."

"But why?" Artemous asked insistently, digging his heels in and resolutely refusing to take another step. If Jostlin wanted him to go into that room he would have to carry him. 

The younger man hesitated, allowing his grip to loosen enough that Tate was able to pull free. He managed less than three steps before a forceful weight knocked him down onto the deck.

"Dires Tits boy, he's a slave, not an honoured guest." Galerias said in common. Artemous barely had time to tense before a big arm hooked over his chest and he was being pulled towards the cabin. He looked up at Galerias and gave an involuntary yelp of distress as he was literally dragged to the captains door. "If you need him to move them move him. If you come across one too big to move yourself then you hurt them. That soon has them obeying" He grinned down at Artemous's paltry attempts to push him off, displaying a mouth full of blackened teeth "Isn't that right little mage. Now come, the captain wants you prepared."

"Prepared for what?" He asked, pulling back now with all of his weight, little good it did him. He was yanked forward, stumbling and unable to catch himself. Galerias kept him upright with the firm hand he had wrapped around the mages bicep, pulling him closer towards the captain's cabin. "Galerias, prepared for what?"

"The necromancer of course, he's the one to own you. Captain thinks he'll want you prettied up before we disembark so that's where we're headed." The repugnant soldier pulled a thoughtful expression. "Piece of advice little brother, don't antagonise him. He's got a fearful temper on him today."

The captain was sat as his desk, his expression as hard as ever as he watched the mage's feeble attempts to escape the sailors hold.

"El ibackn shiran." He said in their own language, resting his dark eyes intently on Jostlin. "Was he too much for you?" He asked in common.

Jostlin ducked his head, blushing furiously. "He was frightened."

"He has reason to be." The captain said, striding purposefully forward until he was towering over the mage. He reached out and pulled off Artemous's ridiculously oversized hat, ignoring the way the smaller man shied away from him. "The travel has not damaged him." His dark eyes swept the length of the younger man, considering him thoughtfully before he gripped Artemous's chin in his big hand and twisted his face to the side. "The sun has not damaged him either. He'll make an excellent addition to the little queens court."

"They said you were gifting me to a necromancer." Artemous said, unable to contain the burning desire to know what was going to happen to him. He flinched when the captain turned back to him, frowning so deeply that Artemous could count the lines in his broad face.

"You will learn to be silent. To only speak when addressed."

"Please, I can't -"

The captain raised his big hand, open palmed but still capable of serious damage. Artemous tried to flinch away but he was still firmly held in Galerias's hold. "I told you to be silent. Speak again and you will be struck. Am I understood?"

Artemous nodded his head quickly, too frightened to speak but afraid he would be punished for not answering a direct order. The captain watched him for a long moment before eventually lowering his hand. "You will bathe and you will change into the clothes laid out for you." He gestured behind him to a crude tub and brightly coloured clothes folded neatly beside it. "Quickly now, mage." He said, turning away to address the two sailors in their own language.

Artemous looked at the bath and back at the soldiers with a feeling of dread. Surely they didn't expect him to strip naked when they were all stood in the bloody room with him. He noticed how Galerias's eyes kept flickering over to him and realised with a twist of distaste that it was exactly what they expected. 

He turned his back, stripping off and jumping into the bath with as much speed as he could manage. He felt shame burn in his stomach as he scrubbed at himself, trying not to think about the eyes he could feel watching him. Soon, the two sailors left the room and he was alone with the captain. He didn't know if he felt better or worse. The captain clearly hated him but at the same time he was showing very little interest it what Artemous was doing. The mage dried himself and changed into the clothes provided, desperate to be covered and giving little thought to what he had been given. 

He realised as soon as he had covered his nakedness that they had dressed him in a dark midnight blue silk, a material no one in the north would ever consider wearing given the poor protection it provided against the cold. The trousers were loose and billowy whereas the shirt was tight and showed off an indecent amount of his chest. The shoes were embroidered and curled at the end. He felt like he should be wearing another layer of clothing, or at the very least be readying for bed. 

"The hair." The captains said, walking towards him. Despite himself Artemous stepped back. "Brush you hair."

Artemous accepted the comb and quickly set about working out the many knots in his long locks. Once he was satisfied he braided the hair and settled it over his shoulder. 

"You clean up nicely mage." The captain said, his expression hard. "You will no doubt please our queen."

"I - may I speak?"

The captain walked up to him, grabbing his arm before dragging him outside the cabin. "No, you may not." He was pulled towards the gangplank, panicking as they neared the edge. The captain seemed to recognise his reluctance because suddenly an arm was wrapped around his waist and he was being half dragged and half carried onto the dock. He barely had a moment to adjust to the changes beneath his footing before the captain was dragging him into the crowd.

The noise, the smells, it was all too much. Artemous looked back and was met by Jostlin's sorrowful gaze a moment before the crowd swallowed him. 

It seemed that all of the market people were screaming at them, or more likely at the captain. They raised their wares to him, shaking them as they tried to be heard above everyone else. People watched him, staring openly and speaking words to him he couldn't understand.

They stopped beside a stall, bigger than the others but partitioned off. Artemous was pulled inside and had a sudden coughing fit from the thick smell of smoke within. He instinctively tried to pull back and the captain cuffed him painfully around the head. "Be still." He hissed. 

A man emerged, his dark eyes locking immediately onto Artemous before falling on the captain. He spoke words the mage couldn't understand before slapping the captain hartley on the shoulder. He turned to the mage and grabbed his forearm, lifting his wrists and examining the manacles with interest. The hand quickly moved to Artemous's hair, tugging on the braid until Artemous was forced to meet his gaze. "Hello little one." He said in broken common. 

"What is happening?" Artemous asked, looking at the captain, more afraid of the unknown that what the easterner might do to him. 

"This man is going to take you to your new mistress." He said before grabbing Artemous's ear and tugging painfully. "And now you will be silent."

And with that the captain turned on his heels and he left.

********

Damen pulled his new acquisition out of the carriage, eyeing him carefully to ensure he didn't cause another scene with his hysterics. The boy was behaving for now, his large blue eyes open in wonderment as he eyed the palace before he remembered to drop them.

"This is him then" Bradey, the little queens caretaker asked, meeting him at the gate as she looked the new slave over. "Her royal highness has been incredibly excitable all day." She stepped closer, no doubt drawn to the boys prettiness. "The northerner is lovely, is he not? His skin is so pale it reminds me of milk."

"Aye he's fair but then all northerners usually are."

"They're also usually huge towering brutes. This one is slighter and finely boned. Is he from a different region?"

"We usually capture their warriors or soldiers." Damen caught the northerner by his manacled wrist and lifted it to eye level. "This one is a mage and would have been kept far from the heat of battle. They're quite rare. This is the first we've ever owned."

"What is his name?" Bradey asked as she reached out to grip the fair man's chin. Shockingly vivid blue eyes met her own for a brief moment before flickering away.

"I believe he is called Artemous. Ah yes, that caught his attention. Is that your name boy, is it Artemous?"

"Artemous." Bradey repeated, increasing her hold slightly. "Do you understand anything we're saying?"

The slave raised his eyes and blinked owlishly at them before sobbing some sort of plea in his own tongue. He tried to pull away abruptly and Damen quickly caught him by the root of his thick braid. "He is skittish." He explained as he gave the slight man a vicious shake. "He usually calms down after a bit of discipline though."

"What sort of discipline?"

"Nothing too severe. I slapped him a few days ago and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I don't think he's used to being manhandled. Here, watch." Damen raised his hand as though he meant to strike the slave and Artemous flinched violently. They held the pose a moment before Damen released a slightly chuckle. "That was cruel of me. The poor things thinks he's being punished and we won't know why." He reached out and gently patted the northern on his head. "Here now, he's trembling." He said, somewhat shamefaced.

"He's safe though. You're sure of it?"

"He's shown no hint of violence. I left him alone with my own little ones and he didn't so much as raise a finger to any of them. Not the sort I'd say."

"That was risky of you, to use your own children."

"Not so risky. I see desperate men every single day and like I said, he's not the sort to hurt anyone, especially not a child. He doesn't have it in him."

"As you say." She said, looking thoughtfully at the slave. "Artemous." She said, gently. The slave looked at her, forgetting again that he was not supposed to meet the eyes of his betters. She held out her hand. "It's time to come with me."

The slave very hesitantly placed his hands in hers and when she led him away he obediently followed.



Betrayal Ch. 03



That night she went online and waited for Marcus, as always she sat nude, yet this time she knew it would be the last! As he signed on the connection to her camera never lit. A message came across that she could not believe, "This is the password you hoped for. As promised, there is no other. I wish you all the best in your chosen life. It has been a pleasure knowing you Kelly. Live well!" It was signed "Marcus". She brought up the site and entered the password. Then waited as every picture, every banner, and every second of the movie clip was expunged. She felt her heart ready to explode in happiness, she was at last free of him! When the screen was finally done, she deleted her Recycle bin as well! She hoped that no one could ever be able to blackmail her with its contents again!

She shut down the computer and headed out to watch T.V. That's when she ran squarely into Brent! He was home early from work. She took his invitation to go out, with a hopeful grin, and wondered what had made him take the night off early?

That had been two moths ago! Since that night, Brent had moved in with his sister, and the house sat empty. The "For Sale" sign reminded her of everything she had lost! She thought of all the fun they had had putting the home together. She remembered the sign swinging in the wind, almost laughing at her when she had left.

This was going to be just another long and lonely weekend. She rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head to block out the sounds of the day. Hopefully the silence would let her sleep, although her dreams were no better! 



Betrayal Ch. 04



The Betrayal; Kelly gets retribution!

Kelly looked around the new apartment she had recently leased. Although it wasn’t the home she had shared with Brent and the boys, it was a start. The one floor condo was nicely decorated, simple with modest furnishings. The second bedroom had allowed her to see the boys on weekends. Brent had finally relented, and she now had weekend visitation privileges. Brent even seemed to be softening a bit in his attitude towards her. They could almost talk to each other in a civil manner, for the times he was around. He never brought up the situation that had driven them apart, and at times even made attempts at humor with her.

She knew that he still carried a look of disinterest when she tried talking about what had happened, it seemed he was still not ready to cross that bridge with her yet. If she tried to bring it up, he would just get quiet and change the subject. She really wanted to explain her side to him, make him understand how she had been deceived. Yet, how could she explain to the man she had once shared a life with that, she needed more than he was willing to give? Not that he had ever really left her wanting! Just that she needed him to be more open, more willing to look at the world, and them in a different way.

Kelly knew that the road back to a normal life would take time, and a lot of patience. Every time she looked at Brent, she saw in his face only the life she had had, and was now shattered. He had every right to not trust her. She had lied, and hidden things from him for far to long, to gain back his trust this quickly. Yet, she could see that even Brent still had feelings for her, even if at the moment they were stretched beyond recognition. She still held hope, and for now, that would have to do.

Brent had told her about a birthday party that was being thrown for his sister Shannon. He extended the invitation to include her, if she wasn’t busy. She felt a small rush of hope trickle it’s way into her mind. Maybe, just maybe, if she played her cards right, she could get back on friendlier terms with him! She accepted the invitation with a gracious smile. Brent she noticed had also seemed to relax when she accepted the invitation.

The party was held at a restaurant that Brent and her had gone to frequently. She knew it well. The little Italian place was one of her favorites, and a popular place for couples to frequent. She could remember all the times Brent had spent his money and time, trying to gain her favors by taking her there. She wondered if it still held the same memories for him that it did for her? She hoped this didn’t get to uncomfortable for either of them.

The boys were waiting for her when she came in the door. She hugged them tightly and waved back, as Shannon motioned her in. Brent was even in a good mood, and pulled out the chair beside his for her to sit in. She quietly accepted the offer and sat down, the boys sitting across from her, sat grinning at them being together. She felt a little awkward at the way he just seemed to accepted her being there. It did feel good to not feel the ice that he had shown towards her for the past few months!

The evening went along great, everyone seemed to be in a good mood, and the conversations even bubbled with jokes and fun. Brent was the wise-ass he had always been, and even poked fun at Kelly a few times. She joked back, breaking the ice of her own silence, for the first time in a long time. It felt good to finally be on somewhat equal footing again. The tension they had lived with until now seemed to be temporarily alleviated. She wished that it could continue, even after they left the party!

She was just about to go for another round of drinks, Brent insisted on buying them, when she saw him! She was sure of it. The sight of Marcus, in this restaurant, on this particular night, was more than she could deal with. With badly shaking hands, she dropped back in her seat, horrified by his presence there! She felt her world begin to spin suddenly out of control. She felt her pulse race, and the nerves that so recently had been calm, now become worse than ever. She felt like throwing up.

He sat four tables down, in a booth with a stunning young brunette. The woman looked like she was trapped, like she wanted to be anywhere at the moment, but where she now was. Kelly could remember that trapped feeling with Marcus all to well! It seemed that he had found himself a new “slave”. She felt some pity for the woman, a kindred understanding for her suffering. No one deserved what that man had planned for her. She almost ran over to warn her!

She was so panicked that he might see her, that he might recognize his once prized “slut”, that she didn’t hear as Shannon asked, “Kelly, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost! Are you OK sweetie?” Only as Shannon’s voice became urgent, did she realize she was slinking down in her chair to hide herself from him? She looked at Brent, and Shannon, and didn’t know what to say. The fear she felt was to overpowering. She needed to run!

Kelly forced herself to sit up, calm herself enough to say, “I’m sorry, really, but I have to go! I just remembered that I have a report that needs to be finished by tomorrow. I really need to get home. I am really sorry Shannon, please forgive me?” She tried to sound natural, not as if the devil himself was in the room. Brent stared at her with a questioning look. He saw the stark fear that was in her eyes.

Brent got up and walked her to the door, his eyes scanning the room for any kind of trouble. He didn’t know what Marcus looked like, so she was relieved as his gaze passed over the man. Marcus also didn’t seem to have noticed her either. She quickly made her way out, before he did see her. Brent followed closely behind her, even blocking Marcus’ view of her, unknowingly. Shannon was also hot on their heals, as she made her way out to her car.

She fumbled for the keys in her purse, nearly dropping them as she tried unlocking the door. Shannon and Brent quickly caught up to her, just as she opened the door. Shannon asked in a concerned voice, “What the hell was that all about? I know you don’t have any work to get home to tonight, so what’s going on?” Her knowing look caused Kelly to glance at Brent, and then back again to Shannon. She knew that she had to tell someone, and now!

Kelly slid in behind the drivers seat, and then reached across, unlocking the passenger side. She sat staring numbly at her hands as Shannon slid into the empty seat beside her. Brent stood outside of her window, waiting for her to explain herself. Kelly simply said, “He’s in there!” She sat waiting, as the realization of who “He” was, sank in to both Shannon and Brent.

Shannon looked like she was doing her best not to scream. Brent, however, had a look of pure murder written into his, now furious eyes. “So, your “Master” is in there huh?” Brent sneered at her, dragging out the sound of the title. “What’s the matter, afraid we won’t like the son of a bitch?” The acid in Brent’s voice stung her like a slap in the face. After all she had put up with, this was too much.

“You would think that, you self-righteous bastard!” she screamed back at him. “You have no idea what the piece of shit did to me! You never once gave me the chance to tell you my side. You just stand there making judgments, like you were the only one that was hurt in all of this! How dare you think I could just throw away sixteen years of my life, and not regret every single second of what I did?” The tears were streaming down her face, as she finally let out the emotions that had been building up since that night. Brent moved back as if staggering from a blow.

Shannon was the first to bring the situation under control. “OK, lets all just calm down. This isn’t going to do either of you any good, and the boys do not need to see either of you at each others necks, again!” she hissed at them both. “Brent, go tell Carl to take the boys to Moms for the night, and you two meet us at Kelly’s. Do it!” she pointed at Brent, who stood staring at Kelly, clenching his fists in fury. Without a second thought, he turned and headed back for the entrance of the restaurant.

“OK, now just who is this “person” that is causing all this trouble, and why should either of us take your side in this Kelly?” Shannon asked more calmly. “I will not watch you, and my baby-brother throw away a lifetime of happiness without some kind of an explanation!” Shannon’s insistence on Kelly telling the truth, was more than she could refuse.

“Please, can we just leave? I want to get as far away from here as I can. I don’t want to ever see that man’s face again. Please?” Kelly begged Shannon. Shannon’s eyes focused and she could see the strain of holding on to her sanity slowly slipping from Kelly’s grasp.

“Move, I’ll drive!” Shannon said getting out and pulling her over to the passenger side. 

Just as she was getting back into the car, she saw Kelly stiffen and her eyes go wide. She turned to see what had caused the reaction. Out of the door to the restaurant, came a group of people, led by a rather handsome man, who held a stunning looking woman tightly. She recognized the man, and instantly knew that he was the cause of Kelly’s torment.

She got behind the wheel, closing the door to extinguish the interior light. “How do you know Marcus Fields?” Shannon asked. “That is who you’re looking at right? Is that who your so afraid of Kelly?” She looked at her with real concern now.

Kelly numbly responded, “That’s the man w-who ruined m-my life! Please Shannon, can’t we just leave? I’ll tell you everything, just get me out of here, please!” Kelly began sobbing uncontrollably, and sank back in to the seat shaking horribly. Shannon shot one last look at the group moving towards the limo, and put the car into gear. She drove to Kelly’s in silence, respecting her privacy until she got her to a place she felt safe. 

Within twenty minutes of arriving at her condo, Kelly heard the knock at the door. She tensed at the thought of what she knew she had to tell Brent! Brent was still smoldering mad, as he walked into the apartment. But a quick glare from Shannon, put Brent into silence. Shannon was a strong woman, stronger even than Brent. She and her, on again off again, fiancé Carl, were a compliment to each other. 

Shannon worked at the Magistrates office, as a fact finder/background investigator. Carl was a guard at the State prison! They had been together, since Kelly could remember. She watched as they made their way in and sat down. Now, they sat waiting as Kelly steeled herself for what she knew was to come.

“OK Kelly, now tell us how you know Marcus Fields!” Shannon said with a slight edge to her voice.

“Marcus Fields?” Carl rang in, “He’s the fucking chief of Police! What the hell has any of this got to do with him?” Now all three of them looked at Kelly with growing interest!

“Kelly what’s going on? If there’s something you need to tell us, then now’s the time!” Brent said, as emotionless as a void.

Kelly looked up from her hands and began. For then next two hours she laid out to them in detail, the events of the past two years. She recounted every detail of how she had met Marcus, the things he had made her do, even the way she had felt, when she thought that he was her friend. She described the way he had manipulated her, and her feelings, and how he had forced her to perform the acts of depravity, that had led to the inevitable destruction of Brent and Kelly’s marriage. She left nothing out, knowing that if she held back anything that they would all know it.

Brent sat listening to her recite what she had done, the absolute stone cold in his stare, at times made her feel sick. But, she continued telling what she had been through, until at last she came to tonight’s shock at seeing him there. When she finished telling them everything, Kelly slumped back in the chair in tears. She couldn’t look at Brent’s eyes; she didn’t want to see the hurt she had caused in them. She buried her face in her hands, and wept uncontrollably.

Shannon was the first one to speak out. “That snake! That fucking piece of shit! Who the hell does he think he is?” The vicious look that Shannon wore told everyone in the room that she was beyond mad! “Brent you fucking idiot, do still think that she” she said pointing to Kelly, “was the only one to blame here? Wake the fuck up! This guy is an asshole, and one that needs to be dealt with!”

Brent looked up at Kelly; the look in his eyes wasn’t one of forgiveness, but one of sufferable understanding. Kelly could almost see the man she had fallen in love with, trying to break out. Yet there was still a solid stone wall when he got up and spoke. “Why should I give a fuck about any of this? She let this happen, she was the one who let this go on. She could have stopped this at any time, by JUST SHUTTING OFF the damn computer!” Brent screamed at her.

Shannon rounded on Brent, slapping him hard across the face! The slap rang out loudly in the tiny room. Kelly flinched at the ring of the stinging slap. Brent’s eyes went wide at the pain shooting through his face. Shannon stood glaring at him, as if to dare him to do something.

“Now, do I have your attention little brother?” Shannon asked, with the authority of an older sibling. Brent looked stunned for a second, then nodded yes, and moved back to take his seat again. He was holding his face as the redness of her slap spread across his cheek. He looked as if she had brought him back to his senses. Kelly stared in wonder, as Brent sat back down quietly, and listened to his big sister!

“Now we all know that Kelly was wrong! Even I wouldn’t take her side in this. But, she had no idea that this snake, would do the things he did to her! Even if” Shannon said directly in Brent’s face, “she did find it necessary to have an affair! She didn’t deserve to be treated like an animal! This bastard has to pay, and pay dearly!” Kelly began to feel hope that they indeed believed that what had happened to her, was not something she had ever had control of. She looked at Brent’s eyes, and saw for the first time, understanding of what had happened to her.

“OK Shan, what can we do about it? Just how do you plan on extracting vengeance on the Chief of Police?” Carl asked. He was a huge man, standing some six feet six, and well over three hundred pounds of solid muscle! Yet the look in his eye was one of concern, at what Shannon was thinking about doing. “You just don’t confront the Chief of Police, ya know?”

It was only after hearing his title for the third time, that Kelly finally made some connections in her mind. That was how he knew who she was! That was also how he had tracked down Brent, how he knew exactly when, and where she was at all times! She never stood a chance of getting away from him! And now, he was doing this to yet another woman! Kelly wanted to scream! She put all her guilt aside and began to get mad! She wanted vengeance on this man, even if it cost her everything she had left!

Kelly said, “I don’t care what it costs, I will do whatever it takes to take him down!” She looked at Brent, then at Shannon and said, “I know exactly how to get to him! At this point, I have already lost everything I ever had, as far as I am concerned. I want to destroy him, not just hurt him, but humiliate him like he’s done to me!” The look of determination on her face let everyone know she was serious!

“OK Kel, what did you have in mind?” Shannon asked. 

Kelly described to them the plan she had begun formulating in her head. For the first time in months, she now had clear thoughts and a plan to get even. Brent, Carl, and Shannon sat listening in awe as Kelly described her plan to regain her dignity, and Marcus’ ultimate down fall. They all began putting in they’re own ideas, adding to his punishment. Even Brent added his own ideas into the mix. Kelly knew there were still huge hurdles to cross with Brent, but at least they were now on the same team again!

For the next few weeks Kelly had a new sense of purpose, as she helped put their plan into action. Carl had an idea of how to make part of the plan work, but would need some time to get everything together. Brent made the necessary connections with the electronics shops, to get the things they needed for the final phase of their plan. Shannon would be taking the main role of trapping Marcus in their plan!

“Carl, you know that Kelly cannot be exposed to him again. He would smell a trap a mile away, if she were involved in it! It has to be me, and you know it.” Shannon argued with Carl. They had all gathered at Kelly’s to plan the night ahead. “Anyway, I am a big girl, and I know how to handle myself! You know I can handle him. I will do whatever it takes to bring this monster to his knees!” 

Shannon was not an unattractive woman. She was about Kelly’s size and general build. Shannon however had been graced with a generously full set of breasts, ones that dwarfed Kelly’s by a mile! She had flowing chestnut brown hair, large brown bedroom eyes, and soft features that were a sharp contrast to Brent’s rugged looks. Although the family resemblance was unmistakable, Shannon undeniably was, all women!

“Neither of us is exactly stupid when it comes to this kind of “action” Carl! We have both been involved in multiple partner scenarios, more than once!” Shannon said to Carl. Kelly looked on shocked, that they spoke to each other about it so easily. She had a new liking for her sister! Here was someone who knew the enjoyments she had had, of multiple partners. Kelly remembered though, that hers had not been a voluntary act! 

“So how will you go about getting his attention?” Brent asked. He seemed to be aware of his sister’s sexual indiscretions, and accepted them as part of who she was. Kelly wondered how long that little secret had been kept from her? For now, however, it might be something they could use to their advantage!

Shannon smiled back at Carl and said, “Oh my sweet, sweet man. Do you believe that I do not know how to use my assets” she was squeezing her ample tits in Carl’s face, “to the fullest extent? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve used these things to lure in a man! Hell, I have you wrapped around my finger, don’t I?” She laughed, as Carl realized that both he, and Brent had been staring at her wicked little display! They both turned beet- red at being caught, doing just what she had intended them to do. Shannon was apparently no novice at seducing a man by any means possible!

“Alright Ms. ‘O’” Carl snickered, “ He’s going to be at ‘The Trieste’ tonight. That place is usually always hopping. I can get you in, but getting to him is another story!” Carl had a look of concern, as she thought over her options.

“You just get me in, and be ready to follow when we come out!” she smiled back. “Let me worry about the how, OK?” The look of confidence in her own abilities was something she had seen all to often in Brent as well. “It must be a family trait!” she thought.

Later, as nine o’clock approached, Shannon came out of the bedroom dressed to kill! She wore her hair, teased and wild, her make-up revealed a sultry woman that even Carl whistled at approvingly! Brent shook his head and said, “Damn sis, never knew you had it in you!” He was smiling at her, as if for the first time seeing her as a woman instead of as his sister.

“Yeah little brother, big sis has a few things going for her too!” she snickered back at Brent. Kelly watched as an impossibly large bulge grew in Carl’s jeans, she had to be seeing things!

Shannon was wearing a tight black dress, with a plunging neckline. The amount of cleavage that was showing, bordered on lewdness. The form fitting dress showed every curve, every smooth line of her hourglass figure. Kelly had underestimated just how attractive Shannon had been! She even made her feel a slight tinge of jealousy, and the spiked heels she wore, set the entire outfit off as a woman on the hunt! She felt sure that Marcus would never be able to resist her.




Betrayal Ch. 04



Rick stood in front of the door to his old home, waiting for Annie to answer his knock. It was difficult to get over not being able to walk right in. "I know you don't want to see me, but I have to talk to you," he said when she stood in the open doorway. She stood aside to let him in. Her expression remained closed. 

The door shut behind him. "What is it?" she asked, sharp and crisp as a new dollar bill. 

"I don't want to start a fight, Annie, but I need some cash." 

"I was wondering when you'd get around to that." She gestured to the couch in the living room. "Sit down, and we'll talk about it."

At least she hadn't refused out of hand. He sat on the couch, exactly where she'd pointed. Follow orders and you might get what you need, he told himself. "The credit card doesn't matter. I want enough to give Joe for my upkeep, and that's all. You can have the rest." 

She raised a delicate brow and sat in her favorite chair. "How much?"

"A few hundred would help. It doesn't have to be a lot."

"That's reasonable," she said. "Too reasonable. I expected you to demand the entire thing."

Rick frowned. Why would she expect that? He'd never been all that demanding in the first place. "I think you've decided I'm a monster, Annie. I made a few mistakes, but..." He paused. "You don't really expect me to ask for it all. You want me to demand it so you can feel better about kicking me out." 

"I have ample reason to kick you out. You were fucking that slut in my bed!" She stood and began to pace. 

Rick remained seated. Her tension hadn't been apparent until now, but her body moved like a caged animal. "I didn't say you had no reason."

She turned on him. Her eyes looked too shiny. Had she been this easily moved to tears before? No, he thought, this was new. He waited.

"God, I hate you sometimes," she hissed, and turned away. "How can you be so calm? You never yell. You never get upset, even when I do scream at you. I don't think you care enough about anyone to react." 

"You want me to react badly." It was a statement, not a question. "You want something to react against, something that would justify a screaming match."

"You come in here and talk to me about money like our marriage was a business merger." She turned back. This time the tears had fallen from her lashes to slither down her cheeks. "It's like you never cared." 

The hollow feeling in his stomach returned, as if she'd just walked in on him and Chandra again. He shook his head and leaned forward. "I cared. I still do. I don't know what you want me to do, Annie. I don't want to hurt you any more than I have already." 

"You weren't even angry when I kicked you out. You just left like a whipped puppy." She sat back in her chair and wiped at her cheeks. 

"Not a pleasant image."

"It's like you don't even want to try to fight for us. You just agree to everything like it doesn't mean anything."

"Would it do me any good to fight?"

She stared at him for a long minute. "If you really loved me, you'd fight for me whether or not it would do any good."

"I don't know how to fight for you without hurting you." Truth, anyway. "I could argue with you, hit you, call you names, and rant about how I need you. Is that what you want?"

"Do you want to do any of those things?" She looked like a child, watching him with sad eyes. 

"Ranting, I could do."

"But you don't need me, Ricky. You have Chandra and anyone else you decide to have." 

He spoke without thinking. "Chandra isn't you. She's different, and I need you for other reasons." Her silence urged him on, and the hollow feeling in his belly filled with pain. "I do love you. I always have. I'm just not supposed to be married, I guess."

"Because you can't be faithful?"

"Because I always hurt the people I love."

Silence dragged on. She knew what he was talking about. He'd told her before they married, explained it like he expected her to leave. She hadn't, and he supposed that was part of the reason they'd married. She had an ability to accept his failings -- except Chandra. That was why it surprised him so much she'd just ordered him out. 

"You were only nineteen," she whispered. "Sarah should have been the one to stop that."

"I knew what I was doing, and I knew it would hurt Joe. I did it anyway. I have a history of betraying the trust of loved ones."

"So you keep trying to punish yourself for that by hurting them even more. You fucked Joe's wife. That was twenty years ago, Ricky. You can't keep punishing yourself for it. Even Joe forgave you eventually. You never forgave yourself." Annie swiped at new tears. "God, you're so pitiful."

Rick nodded, unable to argue the point without aggravating the pain in his stomach. He stood, moved to the window to avoid the angry sorrow in her gaze. Outside, his little car waited for him to leave. "I should go, Annie. Just tell me if I can get something to give Joe."

She stood and moved behind him. A soft hand touched his shoulder. "Will you stop hiding?"

He turned. She hadn't bothered to wipe the last tears from her cheeks. As he watched, another one trickled from her lashes. "I'm not hiding. I just don't want to fight with you." He touched the last tear, holding it between his fingers as if it would stop the pain that leeched from his stomach to his heart. "I'm sorry, Annie. I really am. I don't know if I could have changed it, but I wish I could." 

Soft, pliable, and so tender, she pressed her lips against his. This held more meaning than any kind of fucking. He slipped his arms around her waist and held her, forcing himself not to crush her against him, hold her until she had no breath left. It wasn't about fucking, not with this one. It was about the way she understood him, accepted him. The loss of that acceptance had turned him cold, lifeless. 

Her arms crept over his shoulders, draped him like a shroud. But he was so much more alive, so hungry for whatever she had to give him. There wasn't an immediate physical reaction, not like it was with Penny or even Chandra. It came from somewhere far deeper. Her hands in his hair stirred his senses. The press of her breasts against his chest lessened the pain in his stomach. 

I'm a rat, Rick thought. I won't stop seeing Chandra, and I'll probably fuck that little slut niece of mine silly, but I'll take what I can get from Annie. I'm going to keep hurting her until she won't have anything to do with me, and I just don't think I can change it. 

The thoughts brought his desire to the surface, urged it forward until she pulled her lips from his to look at him. "This shouldn't happen," she whispered. 

"Probably not," he said, and trapped her lips with another kiss, giving in to the urge to crush her body against his. 

Annie pushed at his shoulders, and he raised his head. "Not in front of the window," she said, breathless. 

Rick reached behind them and tugged the cord to release the blinds. They fell over the window with a clatter. The light dimmed. He could still see the tracks of tears on her cheeks, but her eyes looked intimate rather than sorrowful. Her body remained tight against his. 

He slid both straps of her dress over her shoulders. She let her arms hang free, staring up into his eyes, and the straps slipped off the tips of her fingers. She raised her hands to unbutton his shirt and leaned away, allowing the dress to slide down her body to the floor. No panties, as if she'd been expecting him. 

The slight sag of her heavy breasts made him sigh. He touched one, tracing the skin with the tip of his finger. Goosebumps appeared on her arms. She pushed his shirt back over his shoulders and kissed his chest, forcing him to move his arms back to rid himself of the shirt. Slow, she traced her tongue down his belly and dipped it into his navel. Her fingers worked on the button and zipper of his jeans. She pulled down, and his erection sprang out of hiding. 

Rick left his jeans and boxers in a pile and stepped away to kneel in front of Annie. He took her face in his cupped hands. No words would express the kind of power she had over him, so he kissed her instead. His body flowed to the floor, pulling her with him. 

Annie held him close, undulating against him in small waves. Her tongue played with his. It darted over his lips. Her body felt like a wave of desire, flowing in and out, moving with some arcane purpose. They rolled, ending with his body on top, and he rose up on his hands. 

Wide and dark, her eyes stared into his as she spread her thighs. He pushed his cock inside. Warmth surrounded it. Her lips parted, and a soft sound moved between her teeth. It isn't about the fucking, he said in his head. It's about this feeling, the need to be part of someone else -- like a mother and child, seeking and finding security and acceptance no matter what awful thing I've done. And as he thought, he stared deep into her eyes, unblinking as the pace quickened. I love you, he thought, but this isn't going to change anything. You can't keep me, and I can't stop being what I am. 

Gasps sounded from between her lips each time he thrust forward. Her breasts rolled. She grasped his forearms and held on as if afraid he'd slip away if she let go. The slap of flesh hitting flesh became a source of passion. It sounded like a fight, constant and never-ending. Friction heated the swift glide of his cock. 

"I'm coming." Annie's lips moved, but the words faded as they hit the air. Her eyes, wide and dark, stared deep into his as she climaxed. He could feel the clench and release around his cock. Her belly heaved and her legs clutched around his hips. Her breasts rolled sideways and then up and down. 

He kept pumping in and out, fast gaining the point of no return for himself. "Me too," he whispered, and rammed inside to join her. The unblinking stare continued. His lower body jerked in response to each powerful spasm. 

"Oh, God," he gasped, and finally rolled away, spent and yet still wanting to continue. He drew her into his arms and caressed her breast. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I don't want to leave you. I'd fight for you if I had a chance of winning." He kissed her lips. "I'd die for you if I thought it would make a difference." 

"Don't get carried away," she said, but her voice sounded hushed. 

He kissed her again. "I know. You can't trust me, so I can't stay." 

"Some fighter." She pushed him away, gently, but it separated them. "You're right, I can't trust you." She stood up, brushed carpet fibers from her legs, and pulled the sundress back over her head. 

Rick remained stretched out on the floor and watched. Sadly. "So I'm supposed to pretend this didn't happen." 

She shook her head and picked up his clothes. "Get dressed, Rick. It happened, but I can't let you fuck your way back." 

He dressed in silence. Shirt still open, he headed out to his car. He glanced back once. The blinds remained closed over the window. 

#

Rick walked in the kitchen door and shut it behind him. Joe shut the refrigerator door and turned to frown at him. "What's wrong?"

"Is it that apparent?" Rick slumped into a chair. He could still feel the press of Annie's body against his. 

Joe set the can of pop he'd retrieved from the fridge on the table and sat down. "Just tell me what happened."

"I went to Annie's."

Joe opened the can. "And...?"

"She'll be here sometime tomorrow with some cash."

"You argued?"

"Not exactly."

Joe raised a brow. "You fucked her?"

Rick nodded, and set his head in his hands, elbows on the table. "It doesn't change anything."

"Jesus, Ricky." 

Rick raised his head, anger beginning deep where the pain still throbbed in his belly. "What?"

"You aren't happy unless you're fucking half a dozen women."

"I'm not fucking half a dozen women. Just two."

"What about Penny?" Joe snapped.

The anger turned to cold fear. "No, I'm not fucking your daughter."

"Then you're still in the process of seducing her."

"I'm not seducing her, either. Damn it, Joe!" He stood, pacing the small area between the pantry and the table. "I have enough to deal with in Annie and Chandra. Why would I need Penny to confuse the issue even more?" He stopped pacing, and turned to face his brother. 

Joe raised the can and drank. "You aren't sane when your dick is stiff." The bottom of the can settled on the table with a controlled click. 

"I'm not about to get myself killed or kicked back on the street. I learned my lesson the last time."

"I hope you did." Calm, Joe gestured toward the chair. "Sit down."

Rick slid into the chair. "Stop accusing me. I know you have reason to be suspicious, but I swear I don't want to..."

"I know," Joe interrupted. "But she does. I'm not as blind as she thinks I am. She's precocious, but she's still inexperienced. You're right, you have enough problems with the women you have. Stick with them." 

"Point taken." After all, Rick only told him the truth. He didn't want to fuck Penny. He couldn't help what his dick wanted. 

"Keep the money Annie brings over. You need it more than I do." Joe stood. "I feel sorry for you, Ricky. You need so much and you have no idea how to get it." He leaned on the table. "I did forgive you for Sarah, you know. It wasn't completely your fault to begin with."

"I knew what I was doing. Don't blame Sarah." 

Joe stood, regarded him seriously for a minute, and then shrugged. "She had her share of blame, but I forgave her, too. I couldn't have stayed married to her if I didn't."

"I wish Annie could look at it that way."

"Forgiveness isn't won in bed." He headed for the door. "Relax, Ricky. You can't change it now." 

Rick buried his head in his hands again. 

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Rick closeted himself in his room with his laptop. The only way out of feeling this way was to write, he thought. The synopsis for his current novel explained enough to keep his mind on it. He wrote, eyes closed and entering into the world of his imagination, until a soft knock sounded on the door. He stopped typing, opened his eyes, and sighed. "What?" 

The door opened, and Penny stood in the light from the hall, carrying a tray. "You didn't come down for supper. I didn't want to interrupt you, but you need to eat." She moved into the room and set the tray on the bed in front of his crossed legs. He closed the laptop and put it beside the bed on the floor. "Daddy said you had a bad day." She closed the door and sat on the foot of the bed.

"I'm all right." He picked at the macaroni and cheese, and then set his fork aside. "I'm not very hungry, Pen. Sorry."

She frowned. No longer the temptress, she looked too serious. "Is this all my fault?"

"Is what your fault?" 

Penny waved a hand in his general direction. "You, your bad day, or whatever it is that has you closeted up here. Daddy's been guarding you like a lioness with a cub. I had to wait until he went to bed to come up here."

"No, it isn't your fault. It's mine." He stretched his legs, easing the cramped muscles. "I went to see Annie today."

Penny reached for his leg, and then stopped, returning her hand to her own thigh. "And you fought?"

"No. It's complicated. You don't need to know all of it." 

"Do you think I'm incapable of understanding?" A line of anger marred her smooth brow. 

"It isn't about understanding. It just doesn't involve you."

"Then call Chandra. You can talk with her about it. She's involved."

Yes, Chandra was involved, all right. "I don't think a marathon fuck is going to help at this point. She isn't the talking type." 

Penny frowned. "I thought you loved her." 

"Because I ruined my marriage over her? No, it isn't love -- not for her or me." 

Penny nodded thoughtfully. "You love Annie, and you ruined it because you can't keep your dick in your pants." 

"Essentially." 

"Are you sorry you started with Chandra?"

"It isn't that simple." The look on Penny's face gave him a headache. It was too concerned, too caring. If he was going to get an erection every time she walked into the room, he preferred it to be about a purely physical response. The additional draw of real emotion would complicate it even more. "Sorry is the wrong word. I wish I didn't want her, but I don't want to stop, either." 

"I'm sorry, Ricky. I guess I haven't helped the situation." She sighed. "But I like you, and I wish I didn't." 

Rick watched her eyes, dark and too thoughtful, turn to look around the room. Déjà vu made him sigh. She didn't look that much like her mother, but she had the same eyes. Dark green, tilted slightly, and her expression looked too familiar. The conversation was familiar as well. Sarah had said the same words years ago. Had anyone told Penny what happened then? Or did Joe think it was too personal to tell his daughter how her mother had fucked around on him? She'd been too young to know anything at the time, and her mother's death happened when she was only six. Surely, though, she remembered some of the turmoil surrounding the car accident that caused it. 

"Do you remember when I moved back in after Sarah died?" he asked softly. 

She nodded, turning her gaze back to him. "I remember the cops on the front lawn, stopping you and Daddy from killing each other."

"Do you know why we fought?"

"Not really. I know you did something that made him very angry, and you weren't allowed over here when Mama was alive. She told me that. And I remember her being very sad about it." She put her hand on his thigh and leaned toward him. "I just remembered that. What did happen? What could you have done to make Daddy that angry?" She gazed into his face as if she could read the answer in his expression. 

"Joe never told you, then." 

"Daddy doesn't talk much about Mama. It makes him ornery." 

"I can imagine." The pressure of her hand on his thigh reminded him of his attraction, and his cock tingled. He moved her hand with firm fingers to the bed. 

She glanced down, as if surprised where her hand was, and sat straight. 

"I think you should know, Penny, but I don't want to step on your dad's toes."

"I won't tell him." 

Such a simple concept, to keep a secret. It was far more difficult to do than it sounded. But it didn't matter if Joe knew he'd told Penny, he thought. Joe had things all worked out in his head, and nothing would change that now. "Your dad caught your mother and me together."

Her eyes widened. "You were fucking my mother?" 

"And Joe caught us. It was all very dramatic."

"You aren't...? I mean, I'm not...?"

"It happened after you were born, Penny. I'm just your uncle, not your father." Funny, how that was the first question she had, and how he understood it without a clear question. Had he wished? Perhaps. "I left that night. Lived for a while on the streets. Your mother got some money to me, but your father found out what she was doing and all hell broke loose again. If Dad hadn't stepped in, given me enough to get an apartment, I might have died for all Joe cared. Then Dad died, and Joe kicked me out of the funeral parlor." Memory made his tone harsh. 

"I don't believe Daddy would have been so mean." Penny's long fingers clenched into fists. "You must have hated him."

"For a while. Sarah tried to patch things up between us, but he blamed me too much back then. He didn't know what really happened, just assumed I'd seduced his wife under his nose. It hurt him, so he stayed angry for a long time."

"What did happen? I mean, did you seduce her?" The question sounded tight, tense. 

How could he tell her the truth without making her mother seem like a slut? She wasn't, not exactly. "She seduced me. I didn't require a lot of seduction, but I didn't start it." 

Silence made him uneasy. Penny's eyes looked too serious, too concerned. Finally, she spoke. "And I'm following in her footsteps." 




Betrayal Ch. 04



There, it was out in the open at last. "Yes, you are." 

"And you really are afraid of Daddy."

"Very." 

"I won't let him hurt you." 

"You wouldn't have a choice."

"I still won't let him." She looked stubborn now. "He listens to me."

Rick sighed. "Just stop trying to tempt me, Penny. I have enough to worry about without Joe brandishing guns in my direction. Understand?"

"He wouldn't really kill you, Ricky. He loves you." She patted his leg. "You know that." 

Rick knew nothing of the sort, but he couldn't tell Penny that her father was a homicidal maniac when he got that angry. She'd never believe him, anyway. But Rick still remembered the feel of a cold gun barrel pressed against his temple. Even if he deserved it, he didn't want to go out that way. "Go on to bed, now, Penny. I'm fine, and I'll have breakfast in the morning." 

She shook her head. "You can't tell me all this and then send me to bed like a child." 

"Penny..."

"No, damn it!" She put the tray on his dresser, and then sat close to him on the bed. "Daddy doesn't know anything yet, and I can..."

"He knows."

"You're just paranoid."

"He asked if I'd been fucking you." 

She put a hand to her lips. "He did not."

"I told him I wasn't."

"Did he believe you?"

"I think so, but it doesn't matter. You have to stop." 

She stared into his eyes for a long minute. "I can't," she whispered. Her pupils looked huge, surrounded by a thin line of dark green. Her lashes curled dark against her skin. 

Rick held his breath, understanding completely. If she couldn't stop, he was damned.

Penny set one hand on the other side of his legs, and the other one moved to his shoulder. Her kiss sent a rush of sensation through his body. 

He put an arm around her waist. The heat of her skin bled through the thin nightgown. Her tongue felt hot against his lips. Stop it, he thought, devouring her mouth. Just push her away and make her leave. What kind of a man are you? 

A doomed one, he answered himself, but he managed to free his mouth. "Go to bed, Penny."

She pulled away, and he thought she just might do it, but she kneeled on the bed and tossed one leg over his thighs. 

He let his head fall back against the headboard. "Damn it." 

"Did you ever think this might stop the problem? Just do it, get it over with, and it won't seem so..."

"Hot?" he suggested. "That seems to be the word of choice between you and Chandra."

"Did she tell you we kissed?" She ran a hand down his bare chest. "Your nipples are as hard as mine."

They aren't the only thing, he thought. "She told me." He glanced at the door. Closed, but not locked. Joe could walk in at any time, find them together, and... "Lock the door. Joe might think he needs to check up on you."

She rocked forward, rubbing against his erection through his sweat pants. "I didn't tell him I was coming up here."

"Lock the door, anyway." I'm going to do this, he thought. I'm going to fuck Penny until she can't stand it. His cock lurched as she stood up.

At the door, she turned the lock and looked back over her shoulder. Her dark hair fanned out, covering one eye. The image caught in his mind, branded there because he didn't know what would happen from this point forward. One more chance, he thought. "I'll give you one more chance to leave," he said. 

Slowly, she walked toward him. Her fingers grasped the hem of her nightgown and she lifted it over her head. It fluttered to the corner. Dressed only in a pair of light blue panties, she stopped next to the bed. The panties, edges clasped between her fingers, slid down her thighs and dropped to the floor, where she kicked them backward. 

Sorry, Joe. I can't help it. Really. 

Rick slid down until his head rested on the pillow. His cock stood up inside his sweat pants, tenting them outrageously. Snakes of lust rambled through his stomach. 

Penny put her hands on either side of his hips, grasped the elastic band of his sweats and pulled them down. He lifted his ass so she could pull his pants off, and his cock waved at the ceiling. She stared. Her tongue appeared briefly, swiping over her upper lip. She dropped his pants to the floor and crawled onto the end of the bed. Her breasts swung as she continued to crawl up his body, aiming for his waving erection. Once she reached it, she licked the end, forcing it to bob in a slow circle before she licked it again. 

Rick grabbed her arms and pulled her upward with a single move. She fell over him, stretched out so her breasts squished against his chest. He rolled, pulling her beneath him. Sliding down, he licked a nipple. He clasped it between his teeth, rolling it, before moving to the other side. She arched her back, pushing against him with a low moan. 

He trailed kisses down her stomach, ending at the soft thatch of fur that covered her pussy. She spread her legs, urging him on with her hands in his hair. "Lick me, Uncle Ricky! Like that. Yes, there!"

He raised his head. "Your dad isn't deaf." The door remained shut, and no noises announced an approaching madman. 

"Sorry." 

"Hush," he whispered, and used his tongue to search out her clit. Rolling it in circles, he grabbed her hips to stop them from gyrating. Muffled gasps came from above him. He stuffed his tongue inside her cunt. She pushed against his face, trying to get her clit back in range. He circled it again. Before she could come, he slid it back down. Her fingers wound through his hair, pulling and tugging to get him back to her clit. 

No, he thought, not yet. It's my turn to make you crazy. 

Her thighs covered his ears. They squeezed his cheeks. He kept alternating between her pussy and her clit, refusing to stimulate either one enough to allow her any release. His head began to throb from the way she pulled his hair. Her thighs dropped away and she pushed upward again. "Oh, God," he heard. "Let me come, Rick! I need to come!" 

Too loud. Unless Joe was sleeping like a rock, he had to hear this. Swift, Rick climbed from the bed and listened at the door. No sounds. "Get dressed," he hissed. "Go to your room. Now. If he finds you here..."

She nodded, obviously aware of his fright and feeling it herself. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "Honest." 

"Sorry won't do any good if he has proof. Go." 

She slipped out the door and down the hall into her room. 

Rick closed the door, headed back to the bed, and turned on his laptop. Thank God for a decent connection, he thought as he searched for something that would explain the noise. 

But Joe never appeared at the door. Rick closed the laptop, pulled his sweats on, and headed for Joe's room. The closed door opened to reveal an empty, dark room. "Where the hell is he?" Rick muttered, and closed the door again. He searched the house, ending the search by opening the door to Penny's room. She was on the bed, legs stretched wide open, rubbing her clit for all she was worth. "Where's your dad?" 

"He isn't here?" She sat up and licked her fingers. 

"No, and that worries me. His truck's gone." 

"I told you he's been fucking someone. He thinks I don't know, but I heard him on the phone with her." She giggled. "He had a hard-on." 

"I'm surprised you didn't offer to take care of it for him." 

She smiled and crawled off the bed. "I'll get around to him when I think he can handle it." 

"I don't think he'll ever be able to handle it." The thought, though, made Rick a little dizzy with lust. She's such a slut. "He could be back any time. I don't want to start anything now." 

But Penny had different ideas. "I still haven't come, Uncle Ricky." She rubbed his dick through his pants. "Feels like you haven't either." 

"Not here," he said in a choked whisper. A poster of a rock star leered at him from the wall. An old teddy bear he remembered from her childhood perched on a shelf above the dresser. 

She closed the door behind him and tugged him by the dick toward her bed. "Fuck me, Uncle Ricky. Make me come all over your hard cock." She sat on the bed, and leaned back to rest on her elbows. Her feet remained on the floor, and her legs spread wide. 

Make it quick, he thought. Joe won't come back this soon if he's out fucking. He always takes his time. Rick fished his dick out and leaned over her body. One hand supported him on the bed beside her, and the other he used to help shove his aching cock into his niece's waiting cunt. 

Penny's head dropped back on her shoulders as she looked at the ceiling. "God, yes. Finally."

He captured her mouth with his, absorbing the sounds as they burst from her throat. He rocked her, pumping in and out in quick cadence. She fell back, unable to keep supporting herself on her elbows, and used her hands to drag him down on top of her. Still thrusting, he curled his hands under her shoulders and held on with his fingers. He pulled down on shoulders with each lunge of his cock, and made sure his mouth kept hers too busy for too much noise. 

"Coming," Penny sputtered against Rick's lips. "Hard cock!" he thought he heard. "Fucking coming!" The last sentence came out clear and loud as she pulled her mouth away from his. 

He jabbed his cock in and out, frantic, searching for his own climax. It hit just as her cunt clamped down hard and refused to let him move. He jerked against her, shooting until her pussy overflowed and it ran down his balls. He knew he was making noise, but couldn't stop. Panic and pleasure ripped through him, and he held on until the pleasure passed. 

He pulled out and stood up straight, feeling slightly dizzy. 

She remained on her back. Her fingers swirled into her cunt and drew shining lines over her belly. "You aren't that bad, Uncle Ricky. We'll have to do it again." 

"Not tonight," he muttered. He pulled his sweats up to cover his shining dick and headed back to his own room. Damn it, he thought. I'll have to move out.

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Author note -- Thanks for reading! Keep those comments coming, and thanks for your vote!

Dee 



Betrayal Ch. 04



Talk about a sea change. Emma is a completely different woman this morning, Derek thought. Gone was the waffling insecurity, the doubting, the overwhelming shyness. Standing over him was a female who knew what she wanted. Derek's brain let out a warning signal: Emma might be falling in love with him and that would never do. She was another man's wife, and even though what they were playing with was completely wrong in many people's eyes, that was something they both needed to remember at all times. Derek's ultimate job was to get Peter and Emma both on the same path -- together. But from here on in, he would have to be ultra careful with her.

"So will you teach me how to pleasure a man?" she repeated.

"Of course, if that's what you really want."

A devilish smile lit up Emma's face. "Judging by the state of your shorts, young man, it's something you want, too."

The two remained silent most of the way back to the complex. Derek didn't know what Emma was thinking, but the person on his mind was Peter. Perhaps he should get him out on the golf course tomorrow, begin talking, scope out the lay of the land.

The word "lay" made Derek's cock twitch. Was that part of what Emma had asked him back at the fountain? He had to admit he would like nothing better than to watch -- and feel -- his throbbing erection disappear inside her slender body.

The trip back was far faster than the trip out.

On their mutual front porch, they both looked at each other, silently appraising.

"Peter's plane doesn't get in until 3:30," Emma said with a question mark implied.

"My place or yours?"

"Yours, I think, but I don't want anyone to see me going in." Emma grinned suddenly. "They might get the right idea."

"Why don't we each take showers? I'll unlock the sliding door in back and you can come around anytime you're ready."

It was barely 11:30 when Emma looked carefully at the surrounding town houses, then grabbed the edge of the privacy fence and easily swung herself over. Now that she'd made the decision, she felt much less nervous.

Slipping into Derek's house, she called out, "Derek?"

"I'm upstairs!"

Emma went up, seeing a house that had a mirror image layout to her own, so similar yet so different, like something you experience in a dream. Maybe this was all a dream. But it was a good dream.

Derek was in the bedroom, just coming out of the shower, rubbing his hair vigorously with a towel, another one wrapped around his waist. Looking around at the well-made bed and clean dresser tops, she got the feeling he'd spent most of his time since they parted at their doors dashing around and straightening things up. That was sweet of him.

Emma had thrown on another pair of running shorts and a loose fitting tee-shirt, but she was barefoot and naked underneath.

Derek looked at her long and hard, obviously savoring what he saw. It made Emma feel all tingly, but vulnerable, too. Here was the male animal looking at his prey. Why did Peter never look at her hungrily like this?

"So you want me to show you how to pleasure a man?" he asked. "Are you absolutely sure, because if you're not this stops right here and we go back to being running buddies."

She looked at him, unblinking. "Yes."

Derek smiled as he looked her over again. 

Emma could feel herself getting wet. "What should I do first?"

"I would really like to undress you."

"Okay."

Derek stepped up to her and put his hand under Emma's chin. "May I kiss you?"

Their first kiss was a revelation, soft and sweet but with passion simmering just below the surface. She sighed as Derek pulled away.

Reaching down, he took the hem of her tee-shirt and pulled it upward slowly. It caught for a moment on Emma's hard nipples, tickling her slightly but also sending jolts of electricity shooting down to her pussy.

Derek bent over and sucked her left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue deliciously as he moved his lips in a sawing motion. She almost swooned.

Looking up at her, he said, "These would please a man very, very much."

Now he knelt and Emma felt weak in her knees as he slowly slid the shorts down her legs. Leaning forward he kissed the bit of hair over her slit. "And we already know how much this pleases a man."

As Derek rose to his feet, the front of the towel bulged obscenely, but down much lower than she would have expected. She found out why as he flicked the towel away.

Derek's manhood had been unable to rise very far because of the tightness of the bath towel around his waist. Now free of restriction it bobbed up towards his stomach.

Oh my gosh, that thing is huge! Emma thought.

She was mesmerized by his penis. At full staff, it looked downright dangerous. The head was easily the size of a plum and the shaft was nearly as big around as Emma's slender wrists.

"How long is it?" she gasped.

"Just short of 10 inches. Touch it. It doesn't bite."

Emma reached out hesitantly. She had rather long fingers, but they barely touched when she took him in her hand. The skin of Derek's penis was hot and smooth, and she could feel his steady heartbeat as she gripped him.

"Would you like your lesson to begin?" Derek asked softly.

Emma's gaze shifted up. "Yes."

Derek took her by the shoulders and sat her down on the edge of the bed. From the bedside table he brought out a plastic bottle of something.

"This is lubricant. It makes everything all slippery and nice. Squirt some on your hands."

With Derek's erection now at eye level, Emma noticed that he'd shaved off all his pubic hair. It made the thing in front of her seem even bigger, more threatening -- if that were possible.

"Now, I'll show you how to pleasure a man with your hands. First, get lubricant all over everything."

"Even your, um, balls?"

"Everything. Use more lubricant if you need to. It will also get sticky after a while. Just use more."

Emma did as requested and was amazed at how large and heavy Derek's balls were. When it was completely hard, his penis stuck up at a 45-degree angle. She sat back and just stared at it.

"What should I do?"

"Don't you ever stroke Peter?"

She made a face. "Not really. Sometimes he lets me, but we've never used anything like this lubricant. And it's never for long."

Derek shook his head. "His loss. There's nothing like having a beautiful woman stroking your cock."

Emma jumped a bit at the coarse term, but Derek was right. The name fit what was in front of her, large, menacing and completely male. Cock it was, then.

"Just do what comes naturally, Emma. I'll let you know what works and what doesn't. Just like last night. I simply read your sighs and how your body moved when I did certain things. Pay attention to those things, and you won't go wrong."

She took a deep breath and reached out again. Everything was a bit sticky, so remembering what Derek had told her, she squirted out some more lubricant.

"Can I bend it down?" she asked. "It's sort of at a funny angle."

"Just don't do it too much. When it's hard like this, that can hurt a bit and a hurt cock is soon a soft cock."

She looked up. "Do I make it hard?"

"Oh, yes, Emma. Yes, you do."

Good! she thought as she took him in both hands.

For several minutes Emma just experimented. Derek seemed to really like it when she rolled a hand over the head of his cock. It was fun to elicit groans of enjoyment from him -- empowering too.

He also seemed to like when she slid one hand after another up from the base to the tip. It was pretty amazing to think it would take almost four of her hands to cover him up completely. How could any woman take something that size inside her, unless she was some sort of Amazon? But yet, the woman at the swimming pool, although wider in the hips than Emma, was a good 3 inches shorter.

"I like when you tug on it, Emma," Derek told her as he moved a little closer. "And don't forget my balls. Oh yes! That's very nice."

"I'm afraid to hurt you."

"I'll let you know if you pull too hard, or my cock will because it will start to shrink."

If anything, Derek's cock was getting harder and if she let it go, it would throb with every beat of his heart.

"The end is getting so purple!"

"That's because I'm getting very close, sweet Emma."

"You're going to cum?"

"Oh yes, if you keep doing that I will."

Emma was running her hands up and down his shaft gripping tighter and tighter. Every few strokes, she'd run her palm up and over the large head. It felt spongy soft yet hard at the same time. Very curious.

Derek's legs were trembling. "I'm getting very close, Emma. Where do you want my semen to go?"

Emma had been enjoying herself so much that she hadn't thought about that. If the size of Derek's balls were any indication, there would be a lot of it.

"Where do you want to shoot?" she asked with a little giggle.

"Some women like it on themselves," he gasped.

That idea was a bit shocking. "They do?" Then she thought for a moment. "That's what you want to do to me?"

"If you'll let me."

She shrugged. "Okay. Just warn me when it's coming."

Paying more attention once again, she stroked him the way that elicited the loudest groans and the most trembling. Derek's cock began to swell and throb even more.

"Swirl one hand around the head. Yes! Just like that. Oh Christ, I'm going to cum! Get ready, Emma! You're going to make me cum. YEEEEESSSSSS..."

Derek's whole cock began pulsing. She quickly moved one hand down his shaft so she could control where the semen went and with the other, she gripped his balls snugly. Derek put his hands on her head to steady himself.

Rope after rope of thick, white semen pumped from the fat head. The first few Emma aimed down at her breasts, but then she let his cock rise a bit and some caught part of her chin. A stronger one came out and it streamed across the lower part of her face. Right at the end, she leaned forward, opened her mouth as wide as she could and just managed to fit the head in. She wanted to see if he tasted different than Peter had.

Finally, it was over as Derek sagged. His cock popped out of Emma's mouth.

"Oh my God, that was wonderful," Derek said as he flopped down next to her. "After I left you last night, I didn't, um, 'relieve myself' when I came home, and believe me, you had me pretty horny. I don't know if it was that, or just watching you play with me, or a combination, but I haven't cum that hard in a long time."

Emma felt quite proud of herself. An experienced male, the most experienced she knew had told her she was good. And it was only her first time!

She became aware that Derek's semen was beginning to drip. "I should go clean myself up a bit. I'm a gooey mess." 

In the bathroom, she looked at herself. It was really quite a mess indeed, an obscene mess.

Derek had a brush, so after she'd washed away the semen, Emma straightened her hair and came out again, pausing in the doorway. It suddenly struck her that she was standing naked in the bedroom of a man not her husband, that she'd let him lick her to multiple orgasms the night before and now she'd let him -- what was the term? -- cream all over her face. Every single person she knew would be appalled, but Emma really didn't care.

Derek was flat on his back, one arm over his eyes. She thought for a moment that he might be asleep. When she cleared her throat, he stirred and stuck up his head.

"Everything all right now?"

She came over and sat down next to him, then fell back, turning her head to face him.

"Derek?"

"Yes?"

"I'd like to see what your monster feels like inside of me."

He reached out and stroked her cheek. "I would, too, but I'm afraid that's impossible."

She instantly felt deflated. "Why?"

"Because your husband will be home in a few hours, and if he's anything like me, coming home to a gorgeous witch like you, he'll want to make love. I'm afraid he'd notice a bit of difference if I'd been inside you a few hours earlier."

That made sense. "Right. Good thinking."

"Sorry to disappoint you."

She nodded then grinned. "Would you use your mouth on me again?"

Derek did not disappoint Emma on that score and she allowed herself make as much noise as his other women did.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Peter looked pretty tired as he met Emma in the arrivals area. After a perfunctory kiss, they headed for the car. He was dragging his heels as well as his suitcase on wheels. Emma had his shoulder bag. They were quickly out of the airport.

"Tough trip?" she asked.

"Frankly, yes," he sighed. "And tonight, I'd like to think about nothing."

Emma tried not to feel disappointed, but since she'd already enjoyed a few massive orgasms that afternoon, it was more disappointment for Peter. Derek had suggested a few things she might try with him.

"I went out for a run with Derek this morning, and he wants to know if you'd like a round of golf tomorrow. There's a course north of town he's been itching to try."

Peter perked up at that. "The Pines, I'll bet. I'll stop in and speak to him when we get home."

"I've missed you this week and I'm making one of your favorite pasta dishes for dinner. There's also a fresh peach pie."

He patted her thigh. "You're a good little wife."

Emma didn't know whether to feel happy, sad, angry, guilty or all for at once. Why did Peter always make her feel like an employee?

The golf game was quickly set up and Peter headed for the hammock where he listened to the ball game and dozed. Emma made sure he was kept supplied with cold beers and some munchies.

Dinner was out on the deck and Emma had a chilled bottle of white wine. It being rather warm, she'd taken off her bra and had on only a tee-shirt. Underneath her shorts, Emma's genitals were still sending out occasional little throbs as they recovered from the onslaught of Derek's tongue.

That afternoon, he'd suggested when he had her really revved up that she might like to try sitting on his face. "That way you have some control over what I'm doing."

"I don't get what you mean."

"Just straddle my head and lower yourself onto my tongue. Then let instinct take over."

Like everything else, Derek had been right. Emma loved doing this. It felt so incredibly good and so incredibly naughty. She rode his face like a champ, letting his nose rub on her clit while his tongue slithered around inside of her. She also loved the feeling of his big strong hands holding her buttocks.

"Emma, did you hear a thing I was saying?" Peter asked, clearly annoyed.

Her brain snapped back to the present. She was having dinner with her husband, not getting eaten by the man next door.

"I'm sorry, honey, I was just thinking about a book I'm reading."

Peter started in again, complaining about work and all he was required to do to earn their living. Emma felt like saying, "Excuse me, but even though I have summers off, I work darn hard during the year and bring home my fair share of our income."

After dinner, they watched some TV and Emma cuddled up to Peter.

"I missed you a lot while you were gone. I've also been so darn fidgety I can hardly stand it."

"Fidgety?"

Emma put her arms around him and kissed his cheek, providing a broad hint about what she meant.

"Can we head up to bed early tonight?"

Peter looked at her. "Yes, that would probably be a good idea. As I've said, I'm pretty beat, and Derek and I are heading out early in the morning."

"I'm going up to take a shower, then." Emma got up on her knees and kissed the tip of her husband's nose. "Don't be long!"

She put an extra wiggle in her step as she left the living room, but couldn't watch whether he noticed without being too obvious about it. Emma was following Derek's suggestion of acting more sexy around Peter.

By the time her husband came up, she was out of the shower, dried off and in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. She'd reluctantly put on the long tee-shirt she wore to bed, not wanting to start anything with Peter if he'd come up and found her naked. But she couldn't help feeling that finding her naked would have been so much more fun.

Regardless, Emma really wanted to make love. Peter took his time and came out with his usual sleeping shorts on.


"I'm going to turn up the air conditioning a bit. It's awfully hot in here."

"Can we wait until we're ready to go to bed?"

"I thought that's what we're doing."

Emma put on what she hoped was a fetching pout. "I was hoping we could cuddle a bit."

She realized from Peter's expression that it had finally sunk in what she'd meant when she'd told him she felt "fidgety". As he turned off the light and slipped into bed, she scooted over and pressed herself into him, holding his arm and kissing his neck. He did have a nice neck.

Soon they were kissing and Peter turned to hold her better. She could feel his erection poking her in the abdomen as his had slipped down to her right breast. Emma gave a big moan as his fingers caressed her, wanting him to know how good it felt.

"Let me take this off," she said, rising up to remove her tee. "There that's better."

Snuggling in again, she casually rested her hand on Peter's hip. When he moved down a bit to take one nipple into his mouth, she made sure her hand unintentionally moved closer to his erection. ("Take it slow," Derek had told her. "Sneak up on him and take your cues from his responses.")

"Oh, Peter, that feels so good!" she moaned appreciatively.

It wasn't that great, actually, not after experiencing Derek's magic tongue, but Peter's technique did hold promise.

"Mmmm, yes. That's nice," Emma whispered a few minutes later. "You're making me so hot."

Peter stiffened and his mouth stopped moving. Oops. That was a little too forward. She quieted down after that, keeping it to small moans and sighs.

She moved, settling onto her back and opening her legs a bit. She longed to fling them wide and order Peter to suck on her. In moving, she made the back of her hand lightly graze his erection through his shorts. When he didn't flinch, Emma moved it again, this time grabbing his length and tugging.

"Emma!"

"I just want my friend to know how much I missed him," she said in the little girl voice she sometimes used to delight Peter.

"Part of being 'fidgety'?"

"Mmmm, yes," she sighed, and opened her legs a little more, hoping he'd take the cue and slide his hand down.

Why won't he take his darned shorts off? Emma thought. I want to touch him!

To be fair, Peter paid more attention to his wife's sweet breasts than he had in a long time and she could feel herself getting very wet. Finally Peter was ready and slipped off his shorts. His wife would be nice and primed for him to enter her.

Emma surprised him though and flipped herself on top of him, making sure she trapped his penis between her legs.

"What are you doing, Emma?"

She looked down at him. "You said you were tired, dear. I thought you might like it if I did the work tonight."

Peter really didn't know what to say, and during his confused silence, she pulled up her knees, reached down between her legs and inserted Peter's erection into her "honey pot". She smiled inwardly using that term.

Sinking down, she had his length inside of her. He was looking at her strangely as she bent down to kiss him. Rising up, she leaned forward so that her breasts would be readily available to Peter's mouth. Sinking down again more forcefully, she began to make love to him.

Things were going along fine until Emma got a little too frisky. She'd found that if she tilted her hips on the in stroke, Peter's erection would hit that "nice spot" inside of her. Unfortunately, the movement was pretty obscene-looking and the light was strong enough from the balcony doors that Peter could see it. By then, the sheets had been kicked off them as well.




Betrayal Ch. 04



Right in the middle of this beginning to feel really good for her, Peter said, "Emma, stop this! It's not proper!"

Annoyed, she didn't stop moving. "But doesn't it feel good?"

"That's not the point."

"Aren't we doing this because we love each other and because it feels good?"

"Regardless, you moving like that isn't proper." His voice softened just a little. "Why don't we finish with me on top?"

Emma knew it was a losing battle and she didn't have the stomach for another big fight, so she rolled off onto her back.

Peter had been pretty worked up during her time in the saddle, and within two minutes he was shooting his seed into her.

As he rolled off onto his back, he sighed, "That was quite nice. You should get 'fidgety' more often." With that he turned away and within a few minutes was snoring.

Emma lay there frustrated and fuming for quite some time. Eventually, she slid out of bed, went downstairs and brought herself off twice as she watched her favorite video again.



Betrayal Ch. 04



At nine thirty, Carl dropped off Shannon at the club as planned. Kelly took up her place outside, in Shannon’s car. She hoped that Marcus didn’t recognize it, or her as he went into the club. Shannon waited, and winked at her as she walked in, closely following Marcus. She took a quick breath as Shannon disappeared into the club. Now all she had to do was wait, and pray that he fell for the trap! She leaned back and switched on the radio, to kill the time until the rest of the plan came into focus.

At around twelve-thirty, Kelly’s cell phone rang. It was Shannon! “OK Kel, the traps set. He took the bait.” She told Kelly. “I am going to be acting drunk, to get him to take me home. Be sure to let Carl and Brent know that I’m on my way, OK? And no matter what you see, no matter what! Don’t interfere until I give you the signal we discussed, got it?” Kelly remembered that until Shannon took out a tissue and sneezed, that she would be fine! She agreed to let Shannon do what was necessary, to close the trap on Marcus.

About twenty minutes later, Kelly saw the door to the club open, and Marcus walk out holding an apparently drunk Shannon, up by holding her around the shoulders. His hand was firmly placed on her huge tit. Three other guys were right behind them, as they made their way into the limo, which had pulled around for him. The all had smiles and were leering evilly at Shannon’s curvy body. As the door to the limo closed, Kelly could see them pushing her to the floor, she hoped that Shannon really did know how to handle herself!

Kelly put her car into drive and quickly slid in behind the limo, a few cars behind. She knew where Shannon had planned on taking him, and hoped he went along with it. She followed the limo as it took the exact route that they had planned out. She was a little relieved that at least this much had gone right so far! The limo pulled up to the motel that they had prepared for tonight’s “show”. 

As the door to the limo opened, Kelly noticed that all of the guys getting out were in all stages of un-dress! When Shannon got out, it was apparent that she too, was redressing, and had been pulling her dress down, covering herself. Kelly grimaced at what she could only guess; Shannon had had to do to get them this far. Her hair was a mess, and Shannon was licking her lips as if she had just given someone a blowjob. She looked briefly in Kelly’s direction, then smiled at her, winked, and went with the four men into the room.

Kelly sat there with a tinge of jealousy, as they all began fondling her, before someone closed the door shutting the view off from outside. Kelly quickly picked up her cell phone dialing Brent’s new number. “Yeah, she’s in and the trap is set. I hope you guys know what your doing? Oh, by the way, there are four of them in there with her, keep an ear out for any sign she needs help! I only hope she can handle all of them.” she said nervously.

Carl responded, “Don’t worry Kel” Carl snickered, “Shannon’s been in this situation a few times before, she’ll be fine. If I hear anything, we’re right next-door! I’ll personally break his fucking neck for him!” Somehow she hoped that he would try to do something, just so she could see Carl do just that! Yet, being able to humiliate him publicly would be far more satisfying and they had too much to lose by acting rashly now.

Kelly sat and waited for over four hours, waiting for any sign of trouble. Brent and Carl never called back, so she knew things were going along as they had planned. Carl had set up a camera and microphone in the room earlier that day. They were taping the entire “event” that was now happening inside, along with the audio that went along with it. For Shannon’s part, she was going to act as if she was drunk, and being unwillingly assaulted, yet not so much so as to cause any alarm, or scare off Marcus. Her being “drunk” would be enough, to any jury, that she was not in control of what was going on in there. Kelly smiled at how easily he had been caught.

Around four in the morning, the three other guys made their way out, each laughing loudly enough to be heard, and jumped in separate cabs. Shannon and Marcus were still inside. Kelly could not wait any longer, and slowly made her way towards the motel door. She was concerned about Shannon. She could hear moaning coming from within, and saw that the shade was open enough for her to see inside. She crept up and peered in the window.

Inside, Shannon was on her knees in front of Marcus, her head buried in the cushion of the small couch inside. Her ass pointed back towards Marcus. Marcus was furiously fucking her doggy-style, a malicious grin on his face. Shannon was holding her ass open, as he pounded away mercilessly into her body. From the look of total pleasure on her face, Kelly assumed that Shannon was enjoying at least this much of what was happening! The sweat of effort and the long hours of endless abuse were evident on Shannon’s body. She wore rivers of cum, drying in her hair and on her face, and small welts in the shape of hands, were all over her back and ass. She seemed to be enjoying what he was doing to her!

Kelly wasn’t sure how much longer, Shannon could hold out, or if she was even able to tell the difference between acting and pleasure anymore. She watched as Marcus plowed that ramrod of his into Shannon’s quivering body again and again. Shannon howled in total abandon as a massive orgasm rocked her body. She could see the pure sensations of lust written clearly on her face. Kelly remembered all to well the times she had been on the receiving end of this very feeling! Marcus seemed to be enjoying his apparent torment of her, and smiled even wider at her screams.

After about ten minutes of watching his furious fucking of Shannon, Kelly felt someone pull her away from the window. She looked back and saw Carl pulling her by the shoulder, whispering, and “What the hell are you doing, do you want us all to get caught? She’s a big girl Kel, and she knows what she’s doing, let her handle him! Now get the fuck outta here!” She looked at Carl, then once again at the action inside, then shook her head, and moved quietly back towards the car. She saw Carl grimace at the door briefly, then quietly re-enter the room next-door. She felt embarrassed at her actions; she had been totally lost watching Shannon enjoying the fuck, Marcus was so maliciously trying to give.

About an hour passed, and then Kelly watched as Marcus’ limo pulled up outside the motel room. She watched as Marcus came out of the room, apparently finished for the night, and hand Shannon a slip of paper. She could make out Shannon nod her head as if agreeing to something, then he got in the car and it drove away. Kelly waited a few minutes to be sure that the limo was out of sight, and quickly went back into the room. Shannon was inside just coming from the steamy bathroom. 

Kelly looked at her and asked, “Well, do you think he fell for it?” She could see that Shannon was exhausted, but ready to talk. A smile that she could not explain covered Shannon’s face. She wasn’t sure what to say.

Shannon looked at the vent that held the camera and microphone, she said in a tired voice, “You guys take the film and head home! I’ll catch a ride with Kelly in a few minutes. I’m fine Carl, just do as I ask, OK?” She then looked Kelly in the eyes, and nodded for her to sit down. She leaned back letting out a sigh of someone totally spent! Yet somehow Shannon seemed even more full of energy than was possible.

Kelly sat down and waited for her to say something. Finally, after a moment of awkward silence, Shannon opened her eyes and said, “I feel so fucking used! I never imagined I could feel so dirty! How could you have taken that for so long?” She looked at Kelly with emotion filled eyes, then pulled Kelly in to hug her tightly. “I promise you Kel, we’ll nail this bastard. He will never be able to do this to another woman again when we get through with him! And all his fucking henchmen too!” They held each other for a long time, until Shannon had regained her composure.

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As they predicted, Marcus started to e-mail Shannon’s computer with blackmailing photo’s of the night she had been used by him and his friends. It also came with times and dates for her to start to appear at places, to perform “shows” as he directed. Luckily, Shannon had the presence of mind to agree to dates ahead of time, so as to give Carl and Brent time to set up the surveillance equipment. They collected a series of “encounters”, which they filed with dates and times. On each occasion they also got pictures of the cars that showed up, and the license plates, along with the person that drove to the event. 

For her part Shannon went to every “date” determined to bury Marcus with what they were collecting. Brent had set up a file on Kelly’s computer that captured and dated every conversation, every IM or E-mail that the computer got. She wondered if this was how Brent had finally caught her? “When had he become so computer savvy?” she wondered. She was both proud of him for his knowledge, and ashamed of herself for never seeing it happening. In a way, Brent had really come a long way! “No more ‘Fred Flintstone’ anymore!” she thought admiring his new abilities.

Carl was collecting miles of film, of Marcus debasing Shannon in every way he could conceive. How Shannon continued to accept the abuse was beyond her. She had tried time and again to get Shannon to stop, saying they had more than enough to bury him. Yet without fail Shannon replied, “I want them all! Nobodies getting out of this!” Then she would smile, as if what she was doing was of no consequence to her. Kelly was confused at how she could continually keep doing this?

Finally, after several months of Marcus’ little meetings, the night they had waited for came. Shannon had “agreed” to meet him at a warehouse. Kelly new what that meant, Marcus was getting ready to cut her loose! It also meant that she was to be the center of another mass gangbang, by his group of flunkies. Kelly had to warn her about what was going to happen! Shannon had to know everything that she could expect that night!

When she made it to Shannon’s place, she quickly told her everything she knew about the place and how to set up the equipment to catch it all. She also warned Shannon that these guys would be ruthless to her. Shannon laughed and told her not to worry. Kelly pleaded with her not to go through with it. Shannon only grinned and said, “Tonight we’ll have all the rats in one cage. I can’t let them get away with this. You guys just make sure you keep an eye on what’s happening, and be ready to get me out of there!” She seemed to be ready for just about anything now.

Shannon showed up, dressed, as she had been ordered to, in a long cotton nightshirt. She noted the cars that were there, and the fact that Marcus waited for her by the door. All as Kelly had told her it would be like. She swallowed down the last of her determination and headed for her appointed place inside. She knew that Kelly was a phone call away and Carl was recording the entire thing. She again hoped she had enough left to finish this!

“Well I see your ready to end our relationship tonight! Good. Inside, if you prove yourself tonight, will be the last you ever see me!” Marcus said, as if he had recited this very speech countless times. Shannon knew that, indeed, he had. With a smile that even fooled her, she made her way in, and onto the lighted mattress in the center of the room. She knew that no matter neither what they had planned, nor matter what they thought that they could do to her, she was ready!

She didn’t wait to be told, she stripped off the sleep shirt allowing her ample breasts to roll heavily around her chest. Shannon showed that she was in control now. She stood with her legs separated, daring the shadow men to advance. She was going to put on a performance to stop all others. She said aloud, “If you promise me this will be the last time you do this to me, I’ll do whatever you want! But, please, please give me back my life!” She tried to make it sound like she was pleading for her life, for the benefit of Carl’s camera.

“You’ll do what we tell you to slut, or you’ll be made to fuck us all, for the rest of your life!” Marcus’ voice boomed out from the darkness. She had to get him into the light somehow! She thought hard about being sure to get him on film, and surviving what was to come. She said, “If that’s how it has to be then, lets get on with it!” She had everything she wanted now, except all of their faces on film!

She laid flat on the mattress opening her legs, showing them all what was waiting for them, and wanting to begin. Two of the shadows approached the lighted area, and as if they had no worries of being caught, began groping and probing Shannon’s exposed body. Shannon closed he eyes and let them do what they wanted. She knew she was ready for anything, she smiled as she thought about being able to put them all away for good! Then the sensations of pleasure she knew would come, took over and she gave this task her all.

Kelly watched as the camera picked up every detail of the room. She watched as Shannon was “forced” to suck the first man’s cock, while being mounted and furiously fucked by another. Shannon became the wanton whore that Kelly had been, when she was in that room. Kelly watched, as each shadow became a face, something that she had never been able to see when she had been there. They all in turn, “forced” Shannon into acts of depravity, that she had remembered having been forced on her, not all that long ago. She could barely watch as three men entered the light, one pulling Shannon’s heaving form onto his cock, while yet another mounted her from behind. Shannon appeared to scream in agony, but refused to give the sign that would end this!

For three hours, Kelly watched as men, one, two, sometimes four at a time continued to use her sister. Without fail Shannon took them all on. She couldn’t take it anymore, how could Shannon stand it? It was only as she saw Marcus’ form enter the light that she really became terrified. She knew what was to happen next! Without preamble, the lighted area became cleared. Marcus stood there with that grotesquely massive cock bouncing in front of him like a Saber. Shannon was face first in the mattress, not realizing he was ready to ravage her ass. She could see that Shannon was out of breath, barely able to move. She just knew she just had to somehow warn her!

Before she had even moved a muscle, Carl pulled her back and forced her to sit! “She hasn’t given the signal Kel, don’t!” he said. She looked back at the screen, in time to see Marcus force the tip of his monster into Shannon’s ass. Her face held a look of total horror, as he slowly pushed into her. She looked around madly, as of trying to locate the camera. She started to raise her hand, as if to tap out, the signal they had agreed upon, when a new wave of pain ripped across her face. She put her hands back down to keep Marcus from forcing her off the mattress. She seemed to be gasping for air, yet she refused to give in. She even began to push back at him! Kelly was staggered by her ability to take this.

Finally after a few minutes, Marcus pushed in and held her ass tightly, apparently dumping his massive load. Kelly held her breath as slowly; Marcus pulled from Shannon’s limp and abused body, leaving a trail of his seed along her quivering ass. She cried into Carl’s shoulder as each man in turn, wiped his grimy prick off in her hair or on her body. Shannon seemed to be unaware of anything that happened, but Kelly at least thought, “It was over!”. Carl pulled Kelly up and said, “Get home, she’ll need you! I have everything I need to put them all away for good, and I’m gonna enjoy seeing his ass in my jail, real soon!” His demonic grin left no doubt as to what he had prepared for him. Kelly made her way to Shannon’s, and arrived just as the limo was driving out of sight.

As she ran into Shannon’s house, she saw that Shannon was walking slowly towards the phone. At hearing Kelly enter, she turned and with a huge smile said, “Think that should do it, don’t you Kel? I don’t think I could have given a better performance do you?” she laughed a little, trying to hide her obvious discomfort. “If it wasn’t for the fact that Carl was almost as big as him, I don’t think I could have faked that!” she laughed. Kelly looked at her stunned. 

“You faked all of that? But, how? He nearly killed me when he did that!” she looked incredulously at Shannon.

Shannon in turn smiled back at her and shrugged her shoulders, “Trust me Kelly, that was nothing, he’s an amateur when it comes to dealing out real pain! I’ve been in this kind of lifestyle far to long, to let a little thing like that beat me!” she giggled.

“Yeah, Carl is almost as big as your Marcus, and we’ve been doing these group things for years! What did you think, I kept him around the house because I like him?” she roared out in laughter. “Carl is a sweetheart Kelly, but I am only interested in keeping him around for the sex. He is a Master at giving me what I need. He feels the same way, so don’t look so shocked!” she continued. Kelly just looked at her and began to smile; Shannon’s mood was contagious. They both had a good laugh as Kelly watched her get into the shower.

Over the next few days, some newspapers got wind of “A corrupt cop, which was abusing his office!” The headlines read, “The police have no idea how the story had surfaced but they were looking into it!” “Yes, it seemed that there were photographs of a woman being raped by several high ranking officers, but no one knew who had taken them or how they had been sent to the newspaper.” “Confidential sources said that as many as twenty women were ready to come forward to testify!” “Files had been found documenting years of abuse by both, the Chief of Police, and others and they were being investigated for blackmail, rape, and other charges!”

Kelly read the headlines smiling. Marcus had been arrested for multiple counts of blackmail, false imprisonment, kidnapping, and a total of thirty-five separate rapes! She herself had been a key witness, along with Shannon and the tapes documenting her “rape”! They had all been there as he was led from the courtroom, in handcuffs. She had made sure that Marcus knew that it was she, which had helped bring him down, with a wink as the Judge read the juries verdict.

Kelly walked from the courtroom with a new sense of pride. Shannon walked beside her holding her arm and talking excitedly about their future. She also informed Kelly that Carl was waiting to receive his new inmate. They were bubbling with joy as they made their way down into the bright sunlight of the new day! She nearly stopped dead, as she saw Brent waiting for her at the bottom of the steps with the boys. She moved to stand in front of him; he reached out his hands grasping hers gently within his firm grip. 

“I’m proud of you Kel. You did a good thing today, you finally put those bastards where they belong!” he grinned at them. He seemed to be on the verge of saying something else but stopped. He turned and walked down the steps towards the street. At the bottom he turned and looked back at her “ Maybe, we can, um go see a m-movie sometime?” he said studying his feet.

Kelly saw that there was still a long way to go with Brent, but this was a start! “Sure, I’d love to, but no Drama’s OK? We could use a little comedy!” she said with a smile so that he could see it clearly. Then she waved back, and smiled. “Today, was a new day, anything else could wait!” she thought. She smiled at the possibilities!



Betrayal Ch. 05



On Sunday, Emma really was fidgety. Peter and Derek left before 8:00 since they had an early tee time. As he was getting into his car, Derek had winked at her, and she hoped that he could draw her husband out and help her make sense of the mess her life was in.

Peter was getting her increasingly upset. Why couldn't he just loosen up? I mean from what she'd read on the Internet and heard around, it was usually the wives who were uptight about sex. Didn't he want to have a wife who was adventurous and willing to do nearly anything to please him? Wasn't that every man's wet dream?

Maybe Derek could coax him into a little boy talk on the golf course.

Giving up the day as lost, she went to the movies that afternoon to watch a something that Peter, or Derek, for that matter, wouldn't want to see in a million years. At least it might take her mind off her current problems.

When she returned, she found Peter and Derek on the back deck, thick as thieves. Emma's heart leaped that maybe some progress had been made. Now that her libido had been unlocked, she was unwilling to put it back in its little box where it had been relegated for so many years. The pretty 34-year-old had never felt so alive.

As she joined the men, they greeted her enthusiastically, both probably having consumed a number of beers already.

"Now isn't Emma just the most beautiful, sylph-like creature you've ever seen?" Derek said expansively.

"Yes," Peter slurred. "I have a very fine-looking wife."

"I hope you don't mind me saying it," Derek answered leaning over as if talking only to Peter, "but I'll just bet she's a real tigress in bed."

Emma couldn't help it, she almost choked on her beer. What the heck was Derek up to?

"I give her all she can handle," Peter said waving in her direction vaguely.

Only Derek's hand motioning under the table kept Emma from voicing her strenuous objections. Was this really the way Peter saw things?

"Would you like some dinner, guys?" she asked, unable to sit still.

"Sure," Peter said.

"Would you like some help?" Derek asked.

Emma was nearly beside herself as she entered the house with Derek as Peter called for more beer. "Do you want to know what happened last night?"

"From your tone, not much, but I didn't say it would be an easy, short road."

"Did you find out anything today?"

"Your husband is very confused. He had thought you were one way and now he's finding that you're another. He doesn't know how to deal with it. In his mind you're supposed to be the dutiful little wife, a decoration on his watch chain."

"Well, isn't that 17th Century!"

"We talked a lot today. It may bear fruit."

"What did you talk about?"

"I promised I wouldn't say anything, and I honor those promises. I wouldn't breach your confidences and I won't breach Peter's."

Emma scowled. "All right, be that way," she hissed. "Go outside while I'm doing the dutiful little wifey thing here, getting the men folks' dinner ready." When Derek didn't move right away she pushed him towards the door. "Leave!"

"I'm just trying to help you."

"Well, you're not doing a very good job, are you?" Emma snapped and pointedly turned her back on him.

Outside she heard her husband chuckling about "modern women".

She kept her temper in check all through dinner and went in early to read in bed. When she heard Peter coming into the house, she switched off the light and pretended to be asleep. He climbed into bed without his usual shorts and cuddled up behind her, his pecker poking into her rear end. She did nothing.

It was his turn to go to bed frustrated.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Peter was naturally in a bad mood the next morning and barely spoke as he ate his breakfast. Emma longed to sit down and have a talk with him, a real talk, about them. She really felt it was time. As he left, Peter grunted something about possibly having to work late. She didn't even get his usual peck on the cheek.

After that, she went out for a very long run, trying to work out her frustration with some punishment to her body. If anyone had asked, she wouldn't have been able to tell them the route she'd taken, her brain had been in such high gear.

In a few short weeks, her life had changed completely. In early June, she'd been a happy school teacher. Her 2nd Grade charges all loved her, and their parents did, too. She didn't have any real friends at work. That was all due pretty well due to the shyness thing. At least she still had that to go back to in a couple of weeks, and this year, she'd try her best to make some friends. Right now, it would be very good to have some female perspective on everything that was going on.

At home, Emma couldn't say that she'd been particularly happy for the past five years, but she hadn't been particularly unhappy, either. She saw now that she'd been waiting for something. Peter was basically a good man, but he was stiff, unimaginative and clearly saw himself as the boss in his marriage. Had he never heard that marriage is a partnership? She'd been too shy, too unsure of herself to be able to bring up "sticky" subjects. The few times she had begun discussions of things about their marriage that were important to her, she'd either gotten a condescending pat on the head, or Peter had yelled at her. Thinking back, that's the same exact relationship his parents had. Basically, she'd married Peter's father.

Back at home, she toyed with the idea of bringing herself off in the shower. But having a bit of edge was good for what she wanted to do next: a bit of shopping, but shopping with a difference and it would require a fair dose of her new courage.

Late in the afternoon, Emma's last stop was at the supermarket. She was there partly because she needed to pick up a few things for dinner, and partly to try an experiment.

Anyone who knew her would have done a double take. In fact, she carefully noted that a lot of people she didn't know did a double take, and they were all male.

Emma was wearing some of her new purchases. Her jeans were skin tight, the kind that take a few minutes to wiggle into. They could have been made with her body in mind. The sales woman had convinced her to buy the kind that had no back pockets because they would "accentuate your very fine assets back there". On her feet, she had sandal-like shoes with 3-inch heels. Two months ago, she would have called her top "immodest". It was white, dangerously sheer, and hugged her breasts. It also showed a fair bit of her cleavage since the front part wrapped behind her neck. Her back was almost totally exposed. Oh, and of course she couldn't wear a bra.

She'd also stopped at the hairdresser and the result was a slightly more shaggy look to her hair with some lighter blonde highlights. It was all done in a very understated way, but it required more courage than anything she'd done that day. She could always hide the clothes, but Peter would immediately see what she'd done to her hair. The finishing touch was a fair bit of make-up applied by the hairdresser.

"Honey," the hairdresser had said as Emma left the shop, "you look like a movie star."

As the seriously sexy-looking woman made her way around the supermarket, she noticed that she'd developed a following: all of them male and all of them trying to look casual about what they were doing. She even caused a three-cart pileup in the meat section.

Her nerves started kicking in as she got closer to home. Of course she couldn't be dressed like this when Peter arrived. Clothes like these and the others she'd purchased would have to be introduced slowly and would probably cause some friction. This was the most outrageous of them, though. The others were clothes she could wear on the rare occasions she went out, and most could also be worn to work without crossing any lines, but they were all sexier than anything she had in her closet.

By the time Peter got home at 7:30 (late without calling), the only evidence of Emma's makeover was her hair and a new pair of shorts, a little tighter and a little shorter. She'd chickened out on anything more.

Peter noticed her hair immediately and was not happy. "Makes you look like a tart!" he snapped. She felt as if he'd slapped her. The new style really looked terrific and it wasn't even close to making her look cheap. If anything, Emma felt it made her look more sophisticated.

That night, Derek entertained another of his women and listening to the goings on made Emma miserable. Around midnight, she couldn't take it anymore and slipped out of bed. In the bathroom, she used some hand lotion to bring herself off. It was hard and fast and really not all that satisfying, but it did allow her to get to sleep.

Next morning, Peter announced that he'd have to travel east to head office for a meeting.

"How long will you be gone?"

"Probably three days, maybe four."

"But this is my last week before school begins. Next Monday, the meetings start. I was hoping I might talk you into going off for a long weekend. You have some days off you've never used."

"This is an important meeting. I think I'm going to be offered a promotion. That means we could move to New York!"

"What about my job? I like my school!"

He patted her head. "They have lots of schools in New York, Emma, and I'm sure they need teachers. Besides, this will mean a raise. You probably won't have to work."

With that, he went upstairs to pack. When she heard Peter bumping down the stairs with his bag, she grabbed her car keys and waited by the door.

"No need for you to drive me. I have to stop by the office to pick up some things and I'll drive myself to the airport." He kissed her cheek. "Wish me luck! I'll call you when I have some news. Keep your fingers crossed, Emma."

He drove off. Emma went out on the back deck and cried.

When Derek stuck his head around the fence, she didn't notice, so he asked, "Anything I can do to help?"

Emma didn't even look up. "No. Go away!"

He swung around to the Richard's deck. "Tell me what's wrong, Emma," he said, sitting down next to her.

She ignored him for a while longer, then decided that she needed to talk to someone about it. Emma told him everything.

"So there's going to be no discussion about the possible move?" he asked.

She shook her head sadly. "He seems to think that I'm as eager to leave as he is."

"New York isn't as bad as all that."

"It's not New York that has me so upset, it's the fact that what I want doesn't matter. It's always all about him! He's not going to change -- ever. I'm just another object to him, like his car or his golf clubs."

"Will you excuse me for a moment, Emma?" Derek asked.

Taking out his cell phone, he walked down the yard, talking to someone and nodding. The call was brief, and he walked back onto the deck.

"I'm sick today," he smiled.

"What?"

"I just called in sick."

"Why?"

"Because we're going out. You need some serious cheering up, girl!"

Emma smiled, though it was sad. Why had she married Peter?

"And I want you to wear one of your new outfits. If Peter isn't interested in them, well I am."

Though she felt like running upstairs and hiding under the covers, Emma let Derek's good nature jolly her into going out.

An hour later, when she knocked on his door, she was wearing a summer dress in blues, greens and whites. It had a scoop neck and frills at the bottom where it ended well above her knees. Since the neck was so low, she had to wear a push-up bra she'd also bought, but she'd toyed with the idea of no bra at all. Her face was made up beautifully, but more restrained than it had been the previous day, highlighting the blue of her lovely eyes. She also had on her new shoes.

Derek opened the door and just stared at her. Emma began to get nervous. Did he like what he saw or did she look silly?

"You are so beautiful," he finally said, speaking each word separately.

Emma blushed furiously.

"Come on," he said, grabbing her arm. "We're taking my car."

She'd only ridden in Derek's SUV once before. It had a stick shift which impressed her because she'd never learned to drive standard, and he also drove exuberantly, fast but not stupid.

"Where are we going?"

"To a little restaurant out in the country."

"But it's only 10:00 in the morning!"

"We're going to take a walk first."

"But I'm wearing heels."

"We can walk barefoot."

They drove along silently, but companionably, each deep in their own thoughts. About 30 minutes out of town, Derek pulled onto a dirt road. A few miles farther on, it ended at a small lake. In the distance, kids were whooping it up on some sea-doos, but being a weekday, the lake wasn't bustling with people.

Derek turned to her. "May I kiss you, Emma?"

She didn't know what to say, so he leaned over and their lips met. Again, it wasn't a long kiss, but the intensity was even stronger than their first had been a few days earlier.

Emma pushed Derek's face away with both hands. "I know I shouldn't even be thinking this, let alone saying it out loud, but Derek, I want you to make love to me."

"What? Here?"

"No, silly."

"What about lunch?"

Still with her hands on his cheeks, she looked into his eyes. "I'm not hungry, except for you. I want to know what it's like to have someone really make love to me, not just use me as an inflatable doll. Peter will be gone at least two more days. He won't be able to tell what I've done by then, will he?"

"No."

Emma kissed him again, this time very aggressively. "Take me back home. Now. Before I chicken out."

Derek turned the key in the ignition. "Anything to please such a beautiful woman."

"You really think I'm beautiful? I know I look okay, but—"

"No, Emma, you're beautiful, and I so want to make love to you. I have for weeks now."

Back at the complex, Derek pulled directly into the garage of his townhouse to avoid prying eyes.

"You're going to be in my house for quite awhile. Any fool would know what's going on, dressed the way you are."

He helped her out of the SUV and into his arms. They kissed in the garage, they kissed some more in the kitchen where Derek pulled out a bottle of white wine. They kissed in the hallway, on the stairs, in the doorway of the bedroom. With every stop, with every taste of Derek's sweet kisses, the fire in Emma's body increased.

Finally, they stood in the middle of his bedroom. Emma knew the moment of truth when faced with it.

"May I undress you?" Derek asked softly, as his gaze drifted openly up and down her body.

She felt herself shiver, not from cold, but from desire. "If you want."

"Oh, I do!" he answered, stepping forward

It was infuriating how slowly Derek worked. Now that she'd made her decision, Emma wanted to get down to it. Of course he was slowed down somewhat by seemingly wanting to kiss every square inch of her body. From the front, he lifted her dress off as she stretched up her arms. From behind, he unclasped her bra, rubbing his hands across her shoulders, down her back and around to her breasts which he cupped, tweaking and twisting her nipples with his thumbs and index fingers. All the while he was showering achingly hot kisses on her neck, shoulders and ears. She could feel his erection pushing against her bottom and she wiggled back against it deliciously.

Derek came around to the front once more, knelt and slowly slid down Emma's pretty, white cotton panties and helped her step out of them. Planting a kiss on her mons, he breathed in deeply. 

"Lovely. Simply lovely," he said, almost as if to himself. 

Emma felt cherished. 

Sliding his hands lightly over her hips and up her sides, he stood and took her in his arms, kissing her passionately. She immediately opened her mouth to give his strong tongue entry. Soon, both his hands slipped down to her bottom and he pulled her into him harder. Derek's erection throbbed against her belly.

"You are loveliness itself, Emma," he breathed into her hair. "Come and lie on my bed."

He scooped her up with no effort, gently laying on her back. She shyly kept her legs together. Derek's eyes drank her in.

"What about your clothes?" she asked. "Don't I get to take them off?"

"Maybe next time. Right now I want to look at you as I get naked. You can look at me, too, if it turns you on."

Oh yes, Emma thought, watching Derek's strong muscles appear as he pulled his polo shirt over his head.

He didn't have the same amount of body hair Peter did, and of course, he shaved his pubic area. Truth be known, each liked the other for the sleek muscles of their bodies. Derek loved Emma's arms and legs, strong yet feminine, but the muscles of Emma's ass were especially fine, very little fat and each cheek made a very nice handful. She loved watching his muscles move under his skin, well-defined and powerful-looking. Such strong shoulders and arms, such strong legs, Emma thought as Derek slipped off his slacks. His boxers ballooned out obscenely.

Finally, the moment of truth as Derek slipped them off. This time the size of his cock wasn't such a shock, but it was already very hard and seemed bigger than ever.

Derek lay down next to Emma and gathered her in. They kissed long and hard, tongues dancing in each other's mouth. She finally captured his, pulling it with firm suction. He couldn't help groaning.

Soon their hands were moving around, touching, pulling, gliding, quickly increasing their arousal. When Emma grabbed Derek's erection and pulled firmly, he let out a loud sigh and his tongue went wild in her mouth.

"You are a fast learner, dear girl," he gasped after a few minutes of her handiwork as she used his precum as a lubricant.

By that point Derek's mouth had found Emma's left nipple. He sucked it in hard and she felt herself grow dizzy at the intense feeling it caused. Throwing her leg over his hip, she began rubbing herself against him. 

I'm completely out of control, she thought as she humped Derek shamelessly. What's happening to me?

It was a simple matter for Derek to slide her over onto him. 

In this position, if they kissed, his erection nestled quite alarmingly between her legs, the difference in their heights making the end of it, press into her. She toyed with the idea of pushing back to see what happened.

"Flip around, Emma. I want to lick you."

She scooted around, laying stretched out on top of Derek and found herself face-to-face with his massive cock, something she was now doubting would fit inside her. If she let it lie flat, about 3 inches would be near enough her mouth if she wanted to suck on it.

At his end, Derek was doing a very good job between her splayed legs, his tongue darting here and there, sometimes a surprising distance inside her (his cock wasn't the only thing that was long, seemingly), sometimes swirling over her clit, but always seeming to do the right thing at the right time. He soon had her squirming and panting.

Meanwhile, Emma was licking the head of his cock -- when she could tear her concentration away from what was happening between her legs. 

Every time she ran her tongue around the underneath the head of Derek's cock, he'd let out a soft moan. This was something worth pursuing. Stretched out as she was, when she finally decided she wanted his cock in her mouth, all Emma had to do was open wide and hunch forward. In this position, for some reason, it was easier to slide him in and stretched her mouth less uncomfortably. By the time a few more minutes had passed she was taking him in like a pro. Reaching down with both hands, she began to massage his balls and the lower part of his cock. Derek hummed his approval into her genitals.

Now that the lovers were in sync, each could bring the arousal of the other higher as they (relatively) silently worked for several minutes. Emma was the first to cry uncle.




Betrayal Ch. 05



"Oh my God, you're going to make me cum," she moaned as she reluctantly let Derek's cock slide out of her mouth.

He immediately stopped.

Even knowing his game, Emma couldn't help feeling disappointed and frustrated.

"Lie down with your head at the top of the bed," he told her, and she rushed to do his bidding.

Derek slid down her body, licking and sucking on both breasts, her belly button and then down her abdomen. She opened her legs wide without even thinking about it. Gone was Emma's shyness and hesitation. For the moment she was a sexual animal on the prowl for her complete satiation.

As he lay down between her legs, Derek grabbed both of Emma's wrists and held them tightly at her sides. With her legs over his shoulders and heels meeting on his back, she was wide open and helpless to his oral attack. She quickly found she enjoyed the feeling of helplessness, his for the taking.

Derek once again started a relentless attack on her sex. This time, with no hands, he had to root around in her slit with his tongue and nose, but she was now very aroused and her lips were swelling open like a flower, as if welcoming him in.

As her excitement rose, so too did her urgings, guttural sounds of Emma's enjoyment and spoken words all jumbled together -- just like the other women she'd heard him make love to.

"Oh...Derek...lick me. You lick me so good. Ungh...ungh...oh God, it's so good! I want you inside me so much. I want your cock. I have to feel it inside of me. Make lover to me -- NOW!"

But he ignored her, stopping, starting again before she could cool down too much, and then driving her arousal even higher. Held down as she was by her wrists, Emma's movements were restricted, but that didn't stop her slim hips from thrusting upwards, trying to get even more contact with her lover's tongue. Her head was thrashing uncontrollably from side to side, and her heels were digging into his back and she lifted her body to meet his assault. She began grunting from the effort to gain her release.

After seemingly endless minutes of this sweet torture, she was begging Derek to mount her, make her his.

When he heard Emma say that she felt she would die if she couldn't have him right now, he knew she was ready.

Kneeling between her legs, he reached over to open the drawer of his night table. Removing a large pump bottle of lubricant, he began to spread it on his erection, hot and red and ready for duty.

Emma was covered in sweat, her body flushed with the heat of her sexual excitement. "What are you doing? I can feel myself dripping."

Derek wiped off his hands on a small towel. "This will make your first time much easier and more enjoyable." He settled between her legs again and lay forward, supported by one arm. "Don't worry. I will go very, very slowly."

Using his free hand, he ran the head of his cock up and down Emma's slit, driving her wild, but also mixing the artificial lubricant with her natural juices. She gasped as he finally lined up with her opening and started to apply some pressure.

Her body resisted and Emma felt herself moving back without opening. Derek changed position, now supporting his body with both arms.

"You'll have to push against me, dear Emma. I need you to resist, not move away from me."

She looked anxiously into his face. "Will it hurt?"

"No. Not if you stay relaxed. It will be very tight, I'm sure, but together we can manage it. Believe me, the last thing I want is for it to hurt!"

Emma reached behind her and placed her palms against the bed's headboard. As Derek pushed carefully forward, she pushed back. For a moment longer, the ring of muscles around her opening resisted and then pop! The big head of his cock slid inside her.

The feeling of it stretching her wide left her gasping..

"It's all right, Emma. I won't move until you tell me you're ready."

"It's...so...damned...big. I won't be able to take any more of it."

"Yes, you will. It's all a matter of staying calm and relaxed."

"You expect me to stay calm?"

"Okay, calm may be out, but try to relax. Will yourself to open and let me in."

Emma reached down between them. He was barely inside her. She wouldn't be able to do this.

Derek bent his arms and began kissing her neck and throat. The sensation of that and the fact that he'd managed to fit at least some of that massive piece of muscle inside of her, made her passion blaze and gave her the courage she needed.

As he held still, keeping up gentle, steady pressure, Emma bore down again. Another inch or two slid into her hungry pussy.

"You're being very brave, Emma. How is it feeling?"

"Huge," she panted. "I feel like I'm about to split apart.

"I'm going to pull it out, then start again."

As he rose up again on his arms, she felt horribly empty as his cock was slowly withdrawn.

"Put it back in, please," she whimpered.

Derek smiled down at her. "That's my girl. Now, resist as I push forward."

This time he slid in far easier and a few more inches deeper.

"How far is it in?" she groaned. It felt like it would pop out of her mouth any minute.

Lifting up her head, she strained to see between their bodies. A lot of cock still remained outside of her. "How can I get more in? I want it all!"

"Now don't get greedy. It might not all fit in the first time. You're very, very tight and I don't want to hurt you." Derek lifted up until he was kneeling between Emma's spread legs again. "I'm going to hold your legs up. This will raise your pelvis and make you more open, but it also might mean I go too far, too fast. Let me know the moment it starts to hurt."

She smiled up at him. "Okay."

Derek simply leaned his weight forward and slid in again. While she still felt incredibly full, this time there was no pain, just a delicious pressure. He rotated his hips as he pressed forward, and a loud groan was pulled from the depths of Emma's being.

So this is what it's like to get really fucked, she thought, surprised at her naughty choice of words.

Over the next few minutes, Derek worked his cock slowly into her depths, always waiting until Emma smiled up at him and told him to continue. It wasn't until he was two thirds of the way in that her orgasms started.

The first one took her by surprise. A small one that sort of announced how good her body thought this all felt. As Derek's cock action became a little more aggressive, they started to build up and break over her in quicker succession, each one larger than the previous one.

"Stop a moment," Emma finally gasped. "I need to catch my breath."

She lay there panting, her body twitching and drenched in sweat. By contrast, Derek looked cool, calm and collected, his erection throbbing in her depths like a race car with its engine idling.

"How far are you in?" she asked.

Both of them looked down between the junction of their legs.

"Almost there. Another 2 inches maybe."

"I don't believe it."

"That I'm almost in?" he grinned.

Emma giggled. "That's it's not coming out of my mouth!"

"Are you getting too sore?"

She tried to grab his hips, but with her legs up she couldn't. "Let go of my legs and lie on me."

Derek did as she asked but propped himself up so all his weight wouldn't be on top of her slight form. Above her head, their hands intertwined. Emma's legs wrapped around Derek's, their pressure pushing him in a little farther.

"You just stay there," she said as she kissed his throat, the only thing she could reach, "and I'll do the pushing."

It was a bit awkward at first, but soon Emma's body was moving in a smooth rhythm beneath him. Inexorably, Derek's cock slid farther and farther in. Her orgasms began again within a minute or two.

Now, with better control of the depths Derek's incredible cock was able to navigate, Emma felt herself stretching to accommodate his size. Her eyes widened when she felt something against the cheeks of her ass each time she pushed forward.

Derek smiled down at her. "That's right. There's no more left, Emma. You've got it all."

She relaxed the death grip of her legs and stuck them up and out, then took Derek's hands, gripping them tightly, making it feel as if he was holding her down.

"Take me, Derek. Just take me as you want."

Pinned underneath by the weight and size of his body, her hands unable to move in his grasp, she felt deliciously helpless as Derek's cock invaded the secret depths of her body. Emma's mind was beyond words as her lust rose and died away, mounting ever higher with each orgasm.

Derek was breathing very hard now and his body was slamming into hers with more force. Emma breath came out in ragged pants as her sex swallowed the massive male organ, conquering it in a completely primeval way.

Her passion was rising again, far past where it had ever been and Emma felt that her next orgasm might very well kill her. She was gasping, moaning, almost howling as Derek plunged, and plunged and plunged again, taking her, mastering her.

"I'm going to cum soon, Emma," he finally groaned. "Where do you want it?"

They hadn't thought to stop to negotiate that beforehand. "Anywhere you want. I can't get pregnant."

"Inside you...Emma...dear?"

"Yeeessss..." she hissed.

Then, as Derek's cock swelled impossibly larger for its final assault, Emma's orgasm broke over her universe, scattering her consciousness to the winds in a shower of sparks. She screamed and thrashed beneath his body, her legs gripping him just below his ass as if to pull in the last fraction of his glorious length. She was dimly aware of his cock pulsing as consciousness slipped away.



Betrayal Ch. 06



When her eyes fluttered open, Derek was sitting next to her, wiping her forehead with a damp face cloth.

"What happened?"

"You fainted."

"I did?"

"You did."

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to."

Derek leaned down and kissed Emma's wet forehead. "Hush. It was the most wonderful thing you could have done."

"How come the bed is all wet?"

"That's you, too, I'm afraid. That last orgasm was a wet one. You squirted again. A real gusher."

Emma was completely embarrassed and hid her face behind her hands, causing him to laugh as he pulled her hands away.

"Did I ruin your mattress?"

"It will dry out. That was one of the most sexy things I've ever experienced." 

"It was?"

Derek now kissed her softly on her mouth. "Oh, yes. Women have told me I've sent them to the moon, but this is the first time I've made one swoon."

She yawned. "I feel like I could sleep for a week."

Two strong arms lifted her from the bed as if she weighed no more than a feather.

Derek carried her to his spare bedroom, shifted her weight to one arm, and opened the bed with the other, laying her gently down. The room was cool and dark.

"Sleep now."

"But I'm all sticky."

"We can shower later."

"What time is it?"

"There is no time right now."

Reality flooded back. Peter. Peter was going to call her around 6:00. What had she just done?

Emma struggled to sit up, but Derek's hands on her shoulders pushed her inexorably back.

His head came down, kissing her cheeks and around to one ear. "Emma, now is the time to sleep. What's done is done. We can figure out later where this is all going. Sleep now. Sleep," he kept whispering.

Derek's voice was almost hypnotic in its effect and she felt herself relaxing and drifting away.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Emma could see from the light leaking in around the shades that it was still broad daylight. Disoriented at first, she realized she wasn't in her own bed waking up from a very nice dream. This was Derek's house and she'd just made love to him.

Her eyes flew open and her hand went to her mouth as the reality of what had taken place, hours? moments? before sank in. She had completely dishonored her marriage vows. Tears flowed down her face. Emma was indeed now a fallen woman.

Ten minutes later, she crawled out of bed, sticky all over, but especially between her legs where Derek's semen flowed down freely now that she was standing. Clapping one hand over her pubic area, she scurried for the bathroom she knew she'd find at the end of the hall. She didn't want to use the one in the master bedroom in case Derek was there.

No matter how much she scrubbed herself in the shower, Emma could not make herself feel clean. Her head throbbed and her body "down there" ached even though she knew Derek had been gentle. She felt between her legs, checking, and discovered that her vagina was open and loose. How could she ever hide this from Peter? He would know immediately upon entering her that she'd been with someone else. Where had her brain been this morning?

She began to cry again as the shower water flowed down over her, unheeded.

The shower door opened and Derek began to step in.

"Please leave me alone, Derek. I need to be alone."

He got quickly out. "Sure. Absolutely. I'll be downstairs."

Fifteen minutes later, she had collected her clothes from Derek's room, dressed and was walking down the stairs.

"I'm in the kitchen," he called out.

Emma found him at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and staring out at the back yard. He turned to look at her, his expression unreadable.

"Feeling better now?" he asked as he got to his feet.

"A bit."

"Want some coffee?"

"Sure," she answered sitting down.

He sat down again and pushed her mug across the table. Instinctively, he knew enough not to get any closer.

"Care to tell me what you're thinking?"

She shook her head.

"Care to let me try to guess?"

Emma's voice sounded wary when she answered, "Okay."

"Is it guilt? The fact that you've sinned with me against your husband? That you're worse than worthless now? Not fit company for decent human beings?"

She kept her eye's steadily downwards. "Something like that."

"Did you not enjoy what we just did? Was it not done freely and lovingly?"

"That's beside the point. I dishonored my marriage."

"What marriage? Look deep inside. Can you honestly say that you love Peter anymore? Did you ever really love Peter, and most important, did he ever love you?"

Emma felt like clapping her hands over her ears. Her nerves felt raw and chaffed. She wanted to run away.

Derek reached out and took her hands. "Emma, please look at me." She did as he asked. "Do you think I took any advantage of you?"

She shook her head. "No. I did this to myself."

"Do you think this might be an evolution for you? That you're getting ready to move on?"

She examined her most inner feelings and couldn't decide what she felt anymore. Everything was so confused, nothing clear, nothing solid enough to hold on to.

"You once told me that you wanted to find out what sex could really be like. Now you know. Do you think it was a bad experience?"

"No."

"Are you glad you did it?"

Emma thought about that for several minutes, and the best she could come up with was, "Sort of."

"I'm going to tell you something. Part of it is really going to hurt you and for that I'm sorry."

Derek gripped her hands tighter and she looked at him again. His expression was as tight as his hands.

"I told you once I was your friend, first and foremost, and that I never lie to my friends. Do you believe that?"

Emma nodded once.

"When Peter and I were playing golf yesterday, I got him talking. I almost wish that I hadn't because he told me things."

"You said that last night, but wouldn't tell me what. Why are you changing your mind now?"

"I'll tell you after I tell you what Peter said."

"Okay." Emma felt very unsure where this was going.

"There's no easy way to say this," Derek began, "but Peter is planning on leaving you and he asked me to help him."

Emma felt as if the world had shifted sideways. Perhaps it was me, she thought hazily when the next thing she knew. Derek was holding her in his arms as he led her into the living room and lay her on the sofa.

"Be right back," he said and disappeared for a moment, returning with her second wet towel of the day. Folding it, he lay it on her forehead. The cool moistness felt very good. "You fainted, and I just barely caught you before you hit the floor." He smiled warmly. "You've had a tough day."

The words "my husband is leaving me" floated through her head and Emma started to feel things slipping away again.

Derek was sitting on the floor next to her, holding one of her hands in his.

"Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes."

"Peter has been having an affair with his executive assistant for nearly two years."

Emma felt the import of what that timeframe meant and started to cry. "That's when I found out I couldn't have babies. I lost him because we couldn't have a family."

"That's basically what he said, too. Marie is fertile. She's going to have Peter's baby."

Emma sobbed for nearly half an hour, her body wracked as the sorrow washed over her. What difference did it make now what she'd done with Derek? She was a complete and utter failure as a woman. If Derek hadn't been patiently holding her hand, saying soothing words, she had no idea what she might have done.

As her sorrow gave way to weariness, Derek said, "May I tell you something else, Emma? Something good?"

She didn't have the energy left to answer.

"Emma, as you're well aware, I've known many, many women." He shook his head. "Two called while you were asleep, wanting to know if they could have a 'consultation'. Emma please look at me."

She turned her head.

"I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever say this to a woman, but over the past month I've fallen hopelessly in love with you."

"You're just saying that because you're my friend."

He shook his head. "No. I am dead serious. Let me finish what I need to tell you, then you'll know."

Emma sat up. "Okay. I'm listening."

Derek stayed on the floor in front of her, talking for a long time. He told Emma more about her husband's "liaison" (as Peter had referred to it) with this Marie person. Each word was like a body blow to the poor woman, but as Emma herself pointed out during the conversation, she was no better than Marie.

Not only had Peter been sneaking around with Marie for 2 years (all the nights coming home late because of 'work'), they had been traveling together on all those trips. With the advancement to New York, Peter saw the possibility of starting over with his new woman. She'd follow him and they'd get married in a year or two with a ready-made family. The problem was getting rid of Emma. He needed evidence of her "moral turpitude" to be able to divorce her quickly.

"Peter asked me to try to seduce you, although he doubted it would work," Derek told her with a grin. "If I was successful, he would pay me to testify against you in court."

Emma was shocked, sad, but most of all, angry now. "And you agreed to do this for him. Is that what all this has been about?"

Derek quickly sat next to her, putting his arm around her. "Didn't I just tell you that I'm in love with you, dear sweet Emma? That is and will always remain the truth."

She nodded. "And what did you tell that rat?"

"That I would think about it."

"And did you?"

"I've spent the past 24 hours thinking of nothing else, but not about what he wants from me, but what I can do to him."

"And what have you come up with?"

"This," Derek said as he wrapped his arms around Emma and told her his plan.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Two days later, Peter pulled into driveway and noticed that his house was dark. When he got to the front door, that was locked, too. Glancing at Derek's house, he saw that the lights were on.

He hadn't heard from his neighbor since he'd left for New York, even though he'd promised to call. Now that he hadn't gotten the promotion, all of Peter's plans had changed. If Derek had somehow managed to seduce Emma, things would be really grim. How could he take back a soiled wife?

Entering the house he wondered where Emma might be. She wouldn't be out when she knew he'd be arriving home. 

Dear God! Peter suddenly thought. What if Derek has gone ahead without talking to me? What if my neighbor had somehow managed to seduce my wife? Was she next door right now?

He ran up the stairs, knowing that he would be able to hear everything from the bedroom if Derek ran true to form.

But at the top of the stairs he received a surprise. The bedroom door was shut. Not only that, he couldn't open it. Strange it hadn't had a lock when he'd left. As he paused to think about this, he clearly heard the sound of Emma's voice.

"Derek, that is just so naughty of you, touching me there. What you want is farther along... Oh yes! That is so good! Keep fucking me just like that...Ah, ah, ah. I'm going to cum again. Make me cum again!"

Emma's voice changed to moans, then a long gasping groan as she obviously came very hard.

Peter's anger boiled over. Pounding on the door, he shouted, "Let me in, you goddamned whore! You've betrayed me! I'll throw you and all your stuff out on the street and tell the world what you are!"

Someone padded over to the door and slid two bolts back. It opened and there was Emma, nude, sweaty, but her body had a glow and her face had a radiance that he'd never seen before. Behind her stood Derek, tall and threatening, his arms crossed. He too, was naked but it did not diminish him in any way. Peter's eyes dropped to take in the size of Derek's manhood and he suddenly felt like a little boy.

"There you are my dear, sweet, lying hubby," Emma said sweetly, but her eyes had a dangerous glint. "Sorry to give you a homecoming you weren't expecting. Or perhaps you were?"

"What?"

Derek said, "I told Emma everything, Peter."

Emma added, "It might interest you to know that I'd begun to fall under Derek's spell long before this week. Last week we had a wonderful evening on our sofa where he licked me to several glorious orgasms. I was desperate to find out what that felt like since you never would. This afternoon I sucked him until he came in my mouth. Actually, we've spent the day in bed fucking.

Peter's eyes dropped down and he could see that Emma's genitals were red and swollen.

"You slut! You have betrayed me." 

He took a step forward, but so did Derek, putting his arms lightly on Emma's shoulders.

"I wouldn't try anything Richards -- unless you want to go to the hospital. Now just be a good boy and listen to what your wife wants to tell you."

"Bastard!" Peter screamed at him.

His neighbor laughed. "No doubt."

Emma smiled at him. "Now listen closely, dear husband, all of your clothes are in the front bedroom. You're going to take them and leave."

"And where am I supposed to go? This is my house! You leave!"

She shook her head. "Tempting...but no. You no longer live here." Then she turned to Derek. "Wait, Derek love, I've just had the most brilliant idea. I'll just move in with you. Then little Peter wouldn't have to be out on the street."

Peter saw immediately the diabolical nature of what his wife was suggesting. He'd have to lie in bed listening to the sounds of her being fucked every night. He'd have to watch her with someone else every day. The neighbors... Oh God, the shame of it all. His shoulders slumped in defeat.

"I'll leave."

"Perhaps Marie will take you in."

Emma's words hit him like a slap to his face. That rat Derek had told her everything.

"Listen to something else, dear sweet husband. We hired a private detective to follow you in New York. We have evidence of you and Marie together."

"You what?"

"Since Monday night. We hired detectives to follow you. Now, if you're a good boy, and don't contest our divorce, I will share the proceeds from selling this house with you, and I won't show several damning photos and videos to your company, but you have to promise to leave now and never bother me again. We will only have contact through our lawyers. Is that clear?"

Peter felt as if he was going to cry, and couldn't bear the thought of anyone seeing his defeat. So he turned on his heel, went to the front room and started removing the garbage bags strewn around.

After his third trip, he found Emma at the top of the stairs. He hardly knew her as she stood there naked. Never had she looked so alluring, he thought.

"I'm sorry that things turned out this way, Peter. I really tried hard for a very long time. I guess you could say we both broke faith, each with the other. I hope you make a good life for yourself. When you're finished removing your things, be a lamb and turn off the lights and lock the door. Derek and I have some things to finish now that the interruption is over. Good night."

Despite himself, Peter watched his wife sway down the hall. He'd never really appreciated how beautiful, how sexual she was. Her slender form, her long legs, her sexy bottom.

Now, it was all too late.

The door to their bedroom shut and he was alone. He turned to continue removing the last of his clothes.

In the bedroom, Derek was lying on his back, his magnificent cock towering rampant above his body. She had to have more of it.

Bouncing onto the bed, Emma straddled him, lined his erection up with her opening and began to sink down on it.

"It's going in a lot easier now, don't you think?" she said, smiling radiantly.

Derek reached up to take Emma's luscious bottom in his large hands. "Oh yes, my dear sweet Emma, but you're still very tight and the best fuck I've ever had."

"My goodness, how you talk!" she giggled and kissed him, her tongue snaking into his mouth.

When their lips broke apart, Derek said, "That went all right, didn't it?"

Emma suddenly looked serious as she sat, impaled on his cock, hands on his chest. "I really hated myself in some respects to do it to him, but you were correct as always, my love. It was the right way to do it. Peter had that shock coming to him."

She began to move again, just slight rises and falls. Emma felt stuffed, but whole for the first time in her life, as if Derek's penis completed her by filling in this special empty area inside her. She began to roll her hips as she fucked him and immediately felt an orgasm announce its immanent arrival with little sparks shooting through her abdomen. 

She felt her love for this wonderful man flow from her. How lucky they were to have found each other.

Emma was making so much noise, they didn't hear the final slamming of the front door as Peter left, a childish attempt to get her attention. 

She wouldn't have cared even if she had heard it.