8 comments/ 56965 views/ 18 favorites Buyer Beware By: Many Feathers I was a bit early. Forty-five minutes to be exact. But I'd done that on purpose. The listing I was interested in was clear across town from where I currently lived. Not only was I unfamiliar with the area, as far as ever having gone there to see it, I wanted to get a look at the place from the outside myself first. If I didn't like the way it looked from the outside, there was still plenty of time to call the realtor and cancel my appointment. I'd recently been published, my first novel. My advance had been enough to lift my eyebrows and paint a smile on my face that felt permanent. Things were looking up, my old apartment, shabby disheveled, and now woefully inadequate for my new status, had spurred me into looking for a new place to live. Not just any place either. I wanted something reclusive, a nice quiet place where I could write, away from the sounds of the city, honking horns, barking dog's...sirens. It had been so long since I'd heard a bird singing, I'd almost forgotten what that sounded like. I'd been looking at listings for over a week now, found two I thought sounded interesting and called the respective realtor's setting up appointments. The first was an open-house that I was told would be going on all weekend. It was important that I get there today as I was assured the place wouldn't be on the market very long. It had just appeared for one, listed well below the home's value from what I was told, though the reason for that would be explained later, after I'd had a chance to look at the place. "Yeah sure," I thought to myself wondering. Though the price was indeed within the range I was considering. But I couldn't help but wonder why the owners were in such a hurry to let it go for one, if it in fact promised everything the ad said it had. Still, the agent I spoke to assured me that it would no doubt be gone before the weekend was up. I couldn't help but wonder if that was a typical ploy in trying to get people to jump at a preconceived bargain, not knowing all the facts. Arriving early would at least give me a chance to see it for myself before subjecting myself to the long drawn out sales pitch I was anticipating. I stopped checking directions, a stone paved driveway stood in front of me, the address I was looking at carved in the stump of what was once an enormous pine tree from the looks of it. Along the drive, several more pines, each one towering majestically towards the sky, giving the long drive way an almost tunnel like feel to it as I turned in. "So far so good," I thought to myself. The closest neighbor from what I could tell was a quarter of a mile away on either side. The house itself tucked back well within the property, one side shielded against the North winds by a sizeable hill that gave the place an air of rustic, comfy, seclusion, just what I was looking for. I pulled up into the circular driveway just in front of the house, though noticing a three-car garage connected to it as I pulled in. "Perhaps in a couple of years, a few more books, I could actually afford to fill up the garage," I mused to myself stepping out of the car. I looked up noticed the door was open, a sign with balloons attached to it planted in the ground nearby. I read, "Open house" walking up the carved stone stairway towards the door. With the door open I knocked. Even though the realtor I was expecting to show me the place wasn't expected for another forty minutes or so yet, I knew there might be others there who would be, showing the same place to their clients. "Hello?" I said stepping in through the door, though no one answered, and no one appeared there to greet me. I wasn't too surprised the place wasn't locked to be honest about it, it was far out and away from a lot of things, including crime from what the statistics had showed when I Googled the area I was considering. Another plus...and a big one! The place was nicely furnished, very much so. Nothing too elaborate or fancy...more comfortable, again rustic. Just the way I liked it. There had been a proviso in the sale of the house, much of the furniture could and would be included if the prospective buyer wanted it for a considerable discount. That too was within my range, and certainly an option. I stood fingering the soft leather upholstery of a particular chair, envisioning myself sitting in front of it by the fire, smoking a pipe. I didn't smoke, but the image fit. "Hello." I jumped, not expecting to hear the sound of a female voice. Turning, I saw a beautiful young woman having just come through the door. She wore her dark hair comfortably resting about her shoulders, thick wavy and lustrous, just like her eyes. Her legs were long, disappearing beneath a modestly hemmed skirt, yet hinting at the elegance of their shape. Her breasts full, pressing against the material of her white sheer blouse, the lacy pattern of her bra peeking through it, likewise hinting at the treasures concealed there beneath it. "Hi, I'm Steve," I said holding out my hand in greeting. "I'm a bit early," I said a little sheepishly. "Yeah, me too," she smiled back introducing herself. "Darlene," she smiled flashing me the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen, lighting up the deep-set blue eyes I found myself swimming in as I stood there looking at her. "Nice place," I quickly added, "though to be honest, I've only seen this much of it," I said looking about as I stood there. "Shall we take a tour of the rest of it?" she then asked. I grinned at her feeling like a teenage kid again, though I quickly followed her into an adjoining room, which was obviously the kitchen area. She briefly pointed out all the obvious amenities, along with a very large fully stocked pantry off to one side. "That's nice," I said upon seeing it. If I was smart and bought things well enough ahead of time, I'd only have to take the drive back into the city to do my main grocery shopping once a month rather than weekly the way I'd been doing. I soon after followed her up the stairs to what was obviously the bedroom, watching the tightness of her firm ass struggling within the confines of the tight skirt she was wearing. She looked back catching me doing that, at least I thought so anyway, though she smiled. She stood in the doorway of what was obviously the master bedroom. It was spacious, a bit feminine in décor, but I could easily fix that. I followed her out to what was obviously a spacious deck through a pair of French doors, delighted to see a small, yet cozy patio table and two chairs. The view beyond looking down into a spacious meadow, happenstance perhaps, fate...whatever you want to call it, as a huge Bull Moose stood in the middle of it grazing as we stood there leaning against the railing looking at it. "That come with the house?" I asked jokingly. It was after all on my property. "Hmm, my property!" I silently mused speaking to myself. Already I was thinking of it in those terms. "Beautiful isn't it?" she asked looking out, though I stood back slightly behind her, looking at her as I answered. "Very." Though I was in fact once again seeing myself sitting here out on the deck early morning, cup of coffee, my lap top, bird song...the sound of her voice speaking to me as she stepped out onto the deck from the bedroom. Wearing nothing more than a simple terry cloth robe. I sighed, chasing away the fantasy and the image, though still looking at her as she turned. Once again she smiled as though aware of my thoughts. "Peaceful isn't it?" "Yes, I said grinning once again. "Very." "Romantic too." That one surprised me, but I nodded my head in agreement. "Married?" she asked. "Ah...no, not since the last time I checked anyway," I said trying to keep the mood light. Now it was her turn to nod her head. "No doubt you'd use one of the other two bedrooms as some sort of study, work room then," she questioned. "What do you do for a living anyway?" she asked curiously. It was nice, a bit of a self ego boost when I answered. "I'm a writer," I responded, "An author," I amended, liking the sound of that a lot better. Certainly better than my previous profession anyway. "I'm a shoe salesman. Or was..." I said answering myself. She smiled at that, a twinkle in her eye of curious interest. "What kind of books do you write?" she then asked. "Book," I thought silently, quickly if I'd wanted to be honest and correct her. But I didn't. "Oh, fantasy mostly...but not the typical variety of a lot of authors," I told her already sensing that Fantasy wasn't obviously part of the genre she was used to reading. "The difference being, my Elves, Gnomes and Dwarves have intimate relations." She laughed at that, once again her smile lighting up her face, her eyes sparkling in the morning sun back lighting her where she stood, just like an angel. Or a beautiful Elf. And I nearly told her that. She looked like a beautiful sexy elf, all she needed was a pair of pointed ears peaking through the thick main of her dark hair to complete the fantasy. "I guess I never thought of that," she said still grinning. "Makes sense though, I guess Elves, Gnomes, and what was it? Dwarves? Have sex just like everyone else otherwise they wouldn't exist now would they?" I didn't have the heart to say the obvious. Fantasy creatures all cavorting about having sex. My own fantasy traveling at light speed here right now as I envisioned taking her while bending her over the railing. Which is about the time I felt the hard press of my rapidly stiffening cock against my jeans. It was time to talk about something else, think about something else before things got any worse than they already were. Her eyes told me as she glanced briefly down however, that was possibly already too late. "What's the name of the book?" She then asked. "Dragon's Breath," I said smiling proudly. I watched as she made a mental note of it. Though realizing she had herself corrected my earlier omission. "What else have you written?" she asked, though turning back to face the meadow beyond, our moose...my moose, only then nonchalantly walking back into the trees out of sight. Turning her back gave me a bit more courage to answer that one. At least I didn't have to see the initial response in her face as I answered that, which I did, surprising myself. "Erotica," I said simply, though not wanting it to sound like I wrote nothing more than pornographic books or stories, trying to soften it to some degree. "You know... bedtime stories for adults, that sort of thing." "Hmm, that's interesting," she said her back towards me, giving me a moment to once again admire her shapely legs, ass, seeing her turn a moment later while doing that. Her movement forced my eyes to look up as she did so. But they were not expecting to see what I then saw as she did. She had opened her blouse entirely, every single button now undone, her lacy bra clearly revealed, the soft pink skin hidden beneath it now even more clearly defining the sexy lace of her bra. I know my mouth was open, because I closed it, swallowing, only then looking into her eyes, forcing my stare away from her nearly exposed tits. "So I take it you write about fantasies? Or from real experiences?" she asked, her hand suddenly reaching down off to one side on her skirt, the sound of her fingers slowly undoing the zipper on it as she stood there. I swallowed again forgetting what I was going to say, then remembering. "Ah mostly...just my own vivid imagination," I replied, my cock once again lurching, reminding me this wasn't my imagination that was happening here. Certainly no fantasy either. I watched her skirt fall down around her ankles as she stepped out of it, now wearing nothing more than a pair of high-heels, pantyhose and her bra as she slipped out of her white blouse, now adding it to the rapidly growing pile. Words failed me. "Cat got your tongue?" she asked. "For a writer, you sure don't have much to say," she then added, pausing as her bra came undone, catching it with her hands, still holding it against her breasts concealing them momentarily. "Oh, I'm saying plenty," I finally allowed. "But like any writer, it's mostly inside my head at the moment, I'm writing about a hundred words a minute in fact," I said grinning at her. "And they're all dirty words too," I now confessed, once again hearing her laugh. "So how would you describe me now? If you were writing the story," she said still shielding herself. "You want the long drawn out flowery version? Or the short condensed one?" I asked. Once again she laughed, tossing her head back. I half expected to see pointed ears. I loved hearing her laugh. Better than bird song even. "Give me the shorter version," she answered. "She had great tits," I said simply. "How do you know? You haven't even seen them yet," she asked. "I skipped ahead, I'm already past the part where you let the bra fall away," which it then did, confirming my earlier assumption. "Like I said..." Darlene stood in front of me, two beautiful twin orbs, heavy against her chest, a tear drop shape, each one capped with dollar sized nipples, light brown in color with hard little protruding extensions that begged to be played with. Once again, she surprised me as she began doing so herself. "Go on..." she grinned lustfully. "What else? How would you write yourself into the story line now?" She asked. "Same vein? Or we back to flowery?" I asked. "Don't change the flow..." she grinned back, fingering her nipples. "Hard and horny," I responded her eyes once again traveling down towards my crotch, likewise confirming the fact I was. "So you are," she spoke stepping towards me. "Is this where the female character reaches down and removes his cock from his pants?" "Yeah, pretty much," I said as she began doing just that. Seconds later releasing my rock hard cock, holding it in her hand as she stood there examining it. "Now what?" she asked. "What happens next?" "Next, the male character in the story takes off her pantyhose, then has her lift one leg, placing it on the second railing as she stands next to it," I tell her. She smiled at that, taking instruction, and soon stood, just as I imagined her doing. Now totally naked, save for the heels as she supported herself on the rail, legs spread slightly. I grabbed a cushion off one of the chairs, tossing it down and then knelt on it between her legs. "What happens now?" she asked, her breath coming in a whisper. "This is the part where he licks her cunt, makes her come while she stands there," I said leaning forward. "Oh yeah...I like that part, very much," she moaned as my tongue just then began to run up the deliciously wet slit between her legs. ## Finding her clit, I lapped at it lightly, though furiously in the beginning. Darlene rested one hand on the railing for support, the other on my head, pressing my face even more fully against her as I alternated between tongue flicks, to clit sucks as I gathered her tiny nubbin between my lips, gently working it. "Oh fuck!" she moaned, shaking, her body telling me in the process just how good it was she was feeling, once again moaning softly, mashing my head against her cunt as I continued tickling her clit with my tongue, now adding a finger. "Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!" she exclaimed as I now added a second sensation to her pleasures. It wasn't long before I felt her fingers literally pulling my hair, she was quaking and shivering uncontrollably, thrashing wildly now, screaming actually, which was music to my ears. But the sudden warm flow of her juices filling my mouth as I latched onto, sucking her clit, told me what I already knew anyway. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she cried out over and over again. Barely able to even breathe the words moments later when she simply said, "Fuck me!" I don't think there's a single time when I stripped out of my jeans, along with my shoes, faster than I did now. In seconds, they were all off, and I was stepping behind her as she leaned against the railing, half bending over it just as I'd earlier imagined her doing. "Fuck me!" she now actually screamed. "Stick it in! Shove that hard fucking cock into my cunt!" I couldn't have written the dialogue any better. It fit the mood and passion of the moment perfectly. She was still dripping wet after her recent spending as I placed the head of my prick at her opening and shoved. Within a millisecond of time, I was buried balls deep inside that heavenly passage, no words of encouragement now needed as I began thrusting in and out of her. Darlene ground back against me, meeting each powerful lunge, flesh slapping against flesh. I looked up just in time to see the Moose reappear, his head lifted looking in our direction. Darlene's cry of pleasure easily heard, the lusty sounds of our frenzied coupling filling the air as with piston-like strokes I pummeled the recess of that slick wet cunt, fucking it for all I was worth. She must have been multiorgasmic, it hadn't been any more than a minute since she'd actually climaxed, and suddenly she was doing so again. I felt the additional release of her warm female fluids bathing my cock, surrounding it. The sudden additional squishy sounds emanating from her pussy as I thrust in and out of her, feeling my own surge of needful release tightening my balls. Coincidentally perhaps, she reached down between her legs, finding them. "Cum in me!" She screamed out. "Squirt that fucking juice inside my cunt!" Following direction, I did. Surge after delicious surge of my spunk leapt from the head of my dick, bathing the inside of her fuck-tunnel as I continued slamming into it, feeling her release even more of her own female nectar as I did so, coming once again. It felt like an eternity as the two of us stood there trying to collect ourselves. My cock finally softening just enough that it fell out of her slick, almost too sloppy pussy all on its own. Remnants of both spending's running down her legs, a few cum-puddles dripping out of her with an erotic, decadent "splat" on the redwood deck beneath her. "Fuck!" Was all I could say as I staggered back, half collapsing down into one of the chairs. "You can say that again," she grinned with a contented sigh, which is about the time we both heard the doorbell ring. I looked up towards her quizzically. She was already scrambling for her clothes, laughing hysterically. "That's got to be Marsha!" she exclaimed still laughing, still trying to collect her breath. "Marsha?" "Yeah...the realtor?" I'd managed to get my pants back on, stepping into my shoes. Thank god they were loafers. "But I thought...I thought you were the realtor!" I half stammered. "Me?" she burst out laughing even harder, the sound of which we now realized had drawn Marsha towards us as she began making her way up the stairs. "I'm...I'm the owner!" she said literally wiping the tears away from her eyes now, she'd barely gotten her skirt back on, realizing there wasn't enough time for the bra, tossing it over the railing instead as she hurriedly slipped back into her shirt, buttoning it. Even then I knew full well that her breasts, particularly her nipples would be easily seen through the almost too sheer material. Bad enough she was standing there with her wrinkled shirt tail still hanging out in back as the actual realtor stepped into the bedroom, seeing us and came our way. Once again I was at a loss for words as Marsha joined us. Though she smiled, her eyes took in everything. My hair was a mess as was Darlene's, no amount of straightening could have hidden the fact we looked like we'd just crawled out of bed. Marsha even turned, looking back into the bedroom as though checking to see if the sheets were indeed neatly tucked as they'd appeared to be upon entering. "I see you've already met Steven," she said speaking to Darlene. Buyer Beware "You might could say that...yes," Darlene grinned back at her, only then reaching behind herself to finish tucking in her blouse. Though all that did was further define her bare breasts as they pressed forwards against the fabric, her dark hardened nipples clearly poking against the material, which Marsha didn't fail in seeing. "So, Steven..." "Steve," I said correcting her, holding out my hand in greeting, only then realizing it smelled like pussy as I offered it. "Steve," she said taking my hand, looking down at it...though she smiled as she held it. "So, Steve..." she said repeating herself. "How much of the house have you seen?" "Only about a third of it," Darlene answered for me as she ran her fingers through her hair combing it back into place. I was content to let might sit wildly. Perhaps Marsha would think I actually wore it like that in the first place, though the truth was, no one was fooling anyone at this point, and we all knew it. "I see," Marsha smiled back. "In that case, should we finish the tour?" "Well, we can...but it's not really necessary," I then stated. "I've already decided. I'll take it!" Marsha was grinning from ear to ear, as was Darlene, though she suddenly frowned. "There is one small little matter we need to discuss before you actually decide that," she then said. "One of the reasons I'm letting the place go so cheaply, is because I come with it," she then said. "Excuse me?" "Didn't Marsha tell you before you came here?" She asked turning towards her. "Sorry...no, I was planning on doing that after I'd had a chance to show him around first," she said looking embarrassed. I looked back and forth between the two, still waiting for an explanation, and still wondering if I had heard her right in the second place. "You see...the reason I'm letting it go for far less than it's actually worth, is because I need a place to stay for a while myself, while I look for another place. I'll be in one of the other rooms, whichever one you don't need to use for a while, while I'm looking. But I didn't want to rush into getting into anything either, not until I've found something I like and can afford. So...that's why," she said looking at me expectantly. I know by the look she must have seen in my face she thought I was reconsidering my offer. "I guess I can lower the price a little bit," she then added, though I caught the sudden stern look of disapproval given her by Marsha upon hearing her say that. "Glad you said that first..." I stated grinning from ear to ear. "What? Why?" they both asked almost simultaneously. "Because I was prepared to say I'd be willing to go a little higher if I had to...even knowing that." Now they were both smiling, well...Darlene was anyway. "Why are you selling it in the first place?" I found myself asking her. "This place is beautiful! It's perfect!" "Yes it is," Darlene said sadly. "This was...my parent's place. But a year ago, my father died, and recently my mother. Couldn't afford to live up here and maintain the place all by myself, so....had no other choice but to sell it until I could find another place to live myself. Hence the clause about my living here for a while until I do." I stood there trying to look serious, considering what she'd said. Once again Marsha looked worried and wanted to show me the rest of the place. "Downstairs, out back there's a nice large hot-tub. There is also a small gym, game room, sauna, along with a full bath." She turned intending to lead me out. This was getting better and better. "Like I said earlier, I'll take it," I announced, stopping her in her tracks. Once again she turned back around towards me. "Really?" Darlene said beaming excitedly. "You will? And I can stay here for a while? Until I find a place?" "As far as I'm concerned, you can stay here indefinitely. And as far as you needing to sleep in another room? That's not necessary either. This one's plenty big for the two of us! But yes...I would like to see the rest of the place too," I announced. Once again Marsha nearly turned, her eyes suddenly going wide before she did so. I glanced over towards Darlene, her hands had already undone the button's on her blouse once again, her magnificent tits fully exposed. "I'll show him around myself Marsha," she told the woman. "Room by room." We heard Marsha giggling to herself all the way down the stairs. The last sound, the door closing as she left. Even as Darlene came into my arms, I thought silently. "God...I hope she took the sign down!" Buyer Beware The shop was in a dusty back alley. I had to stoop to enter the wooden doorway which led into a gloomy interior. As my eyes adjusted I could see shelves of carvings, very common in Bali, but these were all erotic: women, men, animals and monsters in a breathtaking assortment of positions and combinations. Fascinated and aroused, I made my way deeper into the shop. The carvings further back seemed more sinuous, torturous and powerful. The subjects were twisted, their faces contorted with pain and pleasure. Some of the carvings almost seemed to writhe with actual movement. As I bent to look more closely, an ancient man emerged from the deepest shadows of the shop. Like most Balinese he was short, his brown face laced with wrinkles, his beard long and white but his eyes were intense, dark and so alert they almost flashed. "How I help you Sir?" His voice was surprisingly deep. He spoke slowly and although his accent was strong I could understand him easily. "Ah... I was looking for a present for my wife..." I faltered under his penetrating stare. "Something to her pleasure." He nodded to himself. Although it wasn't a question I answered. "Yes... exactly." Talking mostly to himself the old man continued. "But there is more. Your wife... she no longer gives you pleasure of her body." My mouth was dry. "Well I wouldn't say that exactly... I mean we both still enjoy sex... it's just lately... she doesn't seem that keen..." I couldn't believe I was telling this old shopkeeper the details of my sex life. He just nodded again, his expression unchanged. "You want grow her desire... make her fires burn hot down below." This time I just nodded. I couldn't trust myself to speak. He moved closer. I would have stepped back but the shelf, loaded with wooden erotica, was right behind me. "How hot? Hot like good wife should be or hot like she-monkey in mating time? Does she spread legs only for you or like street whore open for every stray dog who come sniffing her holes." My heart was pounding. Somehow this old man had discerned my deepest, darkest fantasy, my secret desire to have my darling, faithful, gorgeous wife give herself willingly to other men. Before I could speak the old man gave one more solemn nod and made a strange gesture with his hand. "Be it so." was all he said. He moved back into the shadows at the back of the shop. I heard the creak of a door opening and waited several long minutes. Finally he re emerged and handed me a long rectangular wooden box. "This," he said, his voice sounding even deeper, "will do all you desire. If you certain, you use on your unfortunate wife at night but you warned... no toy, no trick, carving hold strong spirit, always hunger for body and mind. If you use you cannot go back." This was getting way too weird. The old guy was clearly crazy. I should have handed back the box but it seemed easier just to pay and get the hell out. Also, in my defense, I was still feeling disoriented by the whole sexual impact of the place. "How... " I had to clear my throat. "How much do I owe you?" The old man named a sum. It was a high price... especially in Bali where everything is so cheap. He also announced the price in such a firm way that I somehow knew the usual haggling was out of the question. I paid over the money, which was every note in my wallet, in fact exactly the sum I had in my wallet. Again that was weird. I thanked him, half bowed and quickly exited the shop. My guide was waiting by his taxi at the end of the alley. He looked nervous. I managed a reassuring grin. The shop was all he had promised and more. I even bought him a beer before we wound our way back to the hotel. I arrived at the hotel before Katy and the kids. Of course the first thing I did was open the box. Inside was a wooden dildo. It was large, long and thick, without being enormous. It was beautifully carved from a wood so dark it had an almost oily appearance. It was superbly realistic, but I felt a bit disappointed. What was I expecting? Certainly something more exotic and erotic than a plain wooden dildo. I took it out of the box. The texture was pleasant... a little knobbly with carved veins but satin smooth. No splinters here. I found myself stroking it with my hand as though I was pleasuring my own penis. It felt good... exciting. There was a sound of people on the stairs. My family. Hurriedly I put it back in the box and hid it at the bottom of my bag just as they walked in. They'd enjoyed a great time at the water park. Katy asked about my day and I told her most of it, but for some reason I left out my visit to the dark little shop. We had dinner at a restaurant on the beach then went for a walk as the night fell quickly. Even at this hour there were still lots of vendors trying to sell cheap junk. It was quite late when we got back to our little hotel. The kids went off to their room. They were still excited to have a room to themselves with their own bathroom, television and minibar. When we first arrived in Bali I ordered them not to buy anything from the minibar but having seen the prices I told them they could buy as many sodas and snack bars as they liked. In our room next door, I had a quick shower, ever hopeful of some holiday sex. We'd been here several days but it hadn't happened yet and from the look of it, wasn't going to happen tonight. Katy had already gone to bed with her novel. As I climbed in beside her and gave her a kiss on the cheek she smiled vaguely and gave me an ""mmmm" but didn't stop reading. I lay back, frustrated. The air con made our room bearable but it was still hot. I was only wearing boxers. Katy was wearing a plain cotton nightie which completely covered her firm, smallish breasts. No sign of her delicious long nipples. The nightie was quite short and I imagined it creeping up over her shapely thighs. Was she wearing panties I wondered. I felt my penis stirring so I rolled over, facing away from Katy. A large tent in my boxers would be very obvious under the sheet that covered us. Katy took this as a signal. Bookmarking her place she lent over, kissed me on the cheek, rolled back, turned off her light and as usual fell asleep remarkably fast. My Katy is an excellent sleeper. She drops off quickly and sleeps so soundly I have sometimes joked that a horde of Mongol cavalry could ride through the room and she wouldn't wake. The combination of heat and my semi arousal meant that for me, sleep was far away. I lay there listening to Katy's steady breathing and contemplated whether I should go for another swim in the pool, even though it was after hours. I carefully slid out of bed, very quietly and gently, although I didn't need to bother. I could have leaped up and it wouldn't have disturbed my sleeping beauty. Opening the fridge to get a water, the light fell on my bag and I remembered the dildo. My stomach gave a little flutter of excitement. What was it the old man had said... "use it on your wife at night"... something like that. A moment's search and the box was open, the dildo a dark shape in my hand. It did feel very sleek and sexy. I could almost imagine a tingle in my palm. "Use it on your wife." It was too tempting. I crossed to the bed and looked down at Katy. The room was far from dark. A courtyard light shone softly through our thin curtains. I could see Katy's face, peaceful and ever so cute. The subtle swell of her breasts under the sheet...the shape of her legs. Maybe if she'd been on her side I would have left her alone. Maybe if her legs had been together I wouldn't have gone ahead. But she was lying on her back with her legs slightly spread, so open and inviting I couldn't resist. With one quick movement I pulled the sheet off her legs, over to my side of the bed. Taking the hem of her nightie between finger and thumb I eased it up as far as could, far enough so that the darkness of her pussy was completely exposed, far enough to see that she was definitely not wearing panties. My excitement doubled and I fought to control my breathing. As I moved the dildo close to Katy's pussy I nearly dropped it and only just manage to suppress a gasp of surprise. The dildo had given a definite jerk in my hand. I shook my head. I must be imagining things. Again I moved the dildo close to my sleeping wife's sex and again it gave an unmistakable wriggle. For a moment it felt alive, more like an eel than a piece of carved wood. This was impossible. The dildo was solid, heavy wood. There was no battery compartment, no moving parts. Incredulously I reached forward and let the dildo rest on her skin of her right leg. Sure enough it came to life in my hand with vibrating, squirming movement. There was no sound. Fascinated I slid the dildo up her thigh towards her pussy. The movement increased. The dildo gave several sharp tugs as if it were impatient to get closer. My brain was reeling. This couldn't be happening. Maybe I was dreaming, an amazingly sexy dream. I let the dildo pull my hand forward until it was right on Katy's pussy lips. The vibrations became more intense, along with shuddering movements. Katy murmured something in her sleep. I looked closely at her face. She was still deeply asleep. I felt the dildo pull in my hand and looked down. To my surprise the dildo had worked itself into my wife's vagina. The whole large head and about an inch of the shaft were buried inside her. With some difficulty I pulled the dildo out. There was definite resistance but it emerged shining with her juices, wriggling frantically. I moved it further from her body and the movement diminished then stopped. OK. I didn't know how this could be happening but at least I could control it. Katy was still happily asleep. The penetration of this big wooden dick hadn't hurt her or even disturbed her and her pussy was obviously wet. It was having the desired effect. I moved it back to her pussy and once again the dildo came to life. The movements in my hand were bigger, stronger, somehow more insistent. I placed the dildo right on Katy's pussy lips. With a vigorous motion the dildo surged forward, almost out of my grasp. A moment later it had forced half its length inside her. At this stage maybe I should admit that I'm pretty average in the penis department, around five and half inches on a good day. The dildo I'd say was around ten inches and at least twice as thick as mine but there it was, as deeply into Katy as I could go and still going deeper. I could feel it making plunging movements, working its way into my slim little wife, still wriggling and vibrating but now it felt warm to the touch and much more like skin than timber. Katy gave a deep moan. I looked up in alarm. She was still asleep but obviously sexually aroused. Her lips were open and she was breathing deeply. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly and even in the low light I could see her erect nipples straining against the fabric of her nightie. Katy moaned again and moved her hips in such a sensual way, opening her legs wider. The dildo, which already had three quarters of its length inside her, needed no more encouragement and gave a powerful surge which took it right out of my grip and all the way inside her. Katy gave a shuddering cry and her body shook as a splendid orgasm swept over her. Her climax seemed to go on for ages. Surely this would wake her up. It didn't. As her spasms diminished Katy slipped back into quiet sleep. Dazed by what I had just witnessed I reached forward to remove the dildo. It was almost completely inside her and slick with her juices. I couldn't get a decent grip. As I reached inside Katy's pussy to get a better hold the dildo squirmed in my fingers and wouldn't budge. After several unsuccessful attempts I heard Katy sigh. I stopped. I didn't want to wake her... not with ten inches of dildo jammed inside her vagina. How could I explain that? Katy sighed again, loudly this time and moved her head from side to side. She wasn't waking but was in the grip of a powerful dream. I had no doubt that it was a sex dream and that the dildo was causing it. I could hear the dildo moving vigorously inside her, making loud squishing sounds. As I watched Katy licked her lips, her mouth opened and she began threshing about in a much more violent orgasm than before. I just hoped her cries of passion wouldn't wake the kids. Again Katy relaxed without waking but the dildo was far from finished. Over the next six hours the dildo brought my beloved wife to orgasm after orgasm, some gentle and intimate, others seismic, body shaking, but even these didn't wake her. I lost count of how many times she came. I brought myself off three times over the course of the long night then dozed a bit. As the first daylight filtered through the curtains I got up and went to the bed. Katy was lying peacefully asleep. The dildo was lying motionless between her legs. I picked it up gingerly but it once again felt like carved wood. I quickly put it back in the box and hid the box at the bottom of my bag. I went back to check on Katy. Her pussy looked a little puffy and pink but otherwise normal. After last night's workout I was surprised it wasn't stretched wide and gaping. I climbed back into bed beside her. She rolled towards me and threw her over my chest then slept on. Once again I dozed. I woke to Katy stroking my hair affectionately. "Morning mister." She seemed fine. She bent down and kissed me with a smile. "You know my poor little puss is telling me that someone got naughty with her last night. Very naughty. Do you know who that someone might be?" I must have looked so guilty and alarmed that Katy laughed. "Don't worry Jimbo, just wake me next time OK?" Jimbo is her pet name for me which she wouldn't use if she were upset. I reached up, pulled her face towards me and we started a serious kiss which might have led to much more if the kids hadn't arrived at the door. That day it was my turn to look after the kids while Katy had a turn at being free to shop and explore. The kids and I had a great day. We visited the monkey temple where a large male macaque stole my whole bag of bananas, much to the kids' delight. We spent most of the day at the reptile park where the kids were thrilled and horrified to hold a live python and various lizards. Holding the squirming python, with it's smooth powerful body, reminded me a lot of holding the dildo. Luckily the kids couldn't read my mind as I thought about the previous night. Katy also had an enjoyable day. She visited a spa, which is something she had never done before. She bought new sexy clothes including a swimsuit, more revealing than any I've ever seen her wear and a new nightie which left nothing to the imagination. I had to wait impatiently until after the kids were asleep for her to model it. She looked stunning. The nightie hid nothing but rather presented her body to be enjoyed. Katy had another surprise. The full bush between her legs was gone. All that remained was a thin, sparse strip apart from which her luscious pussy was completely bald. Our love making that night was the longest and best for a very long time. Katy's body was superbly responsive and she entered into oral, manual and adventurous positions with passionate enthusiasm. As I drifted off to sleep, Katy already asleep in my arms, I silently thanked the old shopkeeper and his amazing, magical toy. It had obviously worked and awoken Katy's sexuality like never before. I was wakened some time later by Katy's groan. She was lying beside me uncovered, naked, her knees up and her thighs wide apart. Her eyes were closed but moving rapidly under her eyelids. Her breathing was ragged and one of her hands was clawing at her left breast. Her other hand was rubbing her clit. Masturbating in her sleep? Had the dildo got to her that much? My heart jumped into my throat as I imagined an awful impossibility. I reached down and touched her soaking pussy. To my horror I felt something large and hard, moving rapidly. At that moment Katy was wracked by a massive orgasm, far more intense than the one she had enjoyed with me. I leaped up. This couldn't be happening. I rummaged in my bag where I found the empty dildo box. Taking a risk I turned on the bedside light. Now I could see the dildo more clearly, slamming into my wife. It was pulling seven or eight inches out of her then driving itself back in, hard and fast, over and over, like a piston. My wife's body was bathed in sweat, her nipples hard as bullets, her back arching in uncontrollable ecstasy as she came with another shattering climax. Abruptly I felt a wave of jealous anger. That was my wife's lovely body being fucked hard and driven wild. I had already made love to her but this big, dark, brutal thing had stolen my place and was plundering my Katy, deeper and more vigorously than I ever could. I was being cuckolded by a piece of wood, which was forcing my wife to climax after climax. It was too much. I hadn't asked for this. How the hell did it get to my wife's cunt in the first place? I didn't put it there. As the dildo pulled back I grabbed it. The slickness and the strength of the thrust surprised me as it slid through my grasp and plunged deep into my wife's stretched and dripping cunt. The dildo withdrew for its next thrust. I grabbed it much more firmly but let go with a grunt of pain. It felt as though I had received an intense electric shock. My fingers were tingling with a burning sensation that extended up my arm. The dildo punched back into my wife, more savagely and deeper than ever before. Katy whimpered in her sleep. The message was clear. If I tried to remove the dildo it would hurt me and hurt Katy. All I could do was sit back, watch and wait, but this time with no pleasure, as the dildo relentlessly plowed my wife's squirting cunt. As the hours ticked by, punctuated by Katy's enforced orgasms, I struggled to remember the exact words the old shopkeeper had said. "use it on your unfortunate wife..." Yes that was it. Looking at Katy, cumming uncontrollably for the umpteenth time I could see that "unfortunate" was a mild word. Helpless victim would be more accurate. "Be warned... the carving holds an insatiable spirit..." I could easily believe that now. Only two days ago it seemed like the crazy talk of a mad man but that was before I had witnessed it come to life and do the impossible. "If you use it, you cannot go back." What had I done? I woke to the kids pounding on the door. Katy was still asleep. There was no sign of the dildo. I covered up Katy, pulled on shorts and a Tee (imitation Billabong) and took Danny and Anna down to breakfast by the pool. Danny decided he wanted a swim. It was a bit early for me but the two of them raced off to get their swimsuits. As I was drinking my coffee Katy joined me. She was wearing a tiny sundress that showed off her figure to perfection and she seemed fine... a little distracted maybe, but she gave the waiter a radiant smile when he brought her eggs Benedict, just the way she liked them. That day we took a small taxi van up the mountain and enjoyed a sumptuous buffet lunch at a restaurant overlooking the lake. It was a lengthy drive through paddy fields, then winding up through forest. Katy sat next to the driver and was chatting with him brightly throughout the trip. On the return journey I noticed it had gone beyond friendly chatting and was definitely flirting. Katy was laughing too much, touching the driver's arm, even his leg. I just hoped that all the cleavage she was showing and her sundress creeping up over her thighs wouldn't distract him and cause a crash. It was late when we got back to our hotel. We ate dinner and the tired kids went off to bed quite early. After two nights without much sleep I felt exhausted but Katy was restless. She paced about the room then announced that she wanted to go clubbing... something she never did at home. I protested that I was too tired. "Could it wait for another night?" Buyer Beware "No but it's OK. It'll be good if you stay for the kids and get some rest. I'll be fine on my own. Honestly. I really have to get out." Katy selected some clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom. The lady of the night who emerged twenty minutes later was a whole new version of my wife, one I had never seen before. She was wearing a black skirt, very tight and very short plus a dark red top that left me stunned. It was loose fitting and plunged almost to her waist. It revealed half of both breasts, top, side and bottom. I could see the outline of her nipples only just inside the top. Any sudden movement or even a gust of wind would leave her succulent breasts completely exposed. She was wearing lots of make up and hair product. Strapped stilettos completed the picture. I couldn't believe that this sexy, sophisticated creature was my little Katy or that my wife was catching a cab to go to a night club on her own, looking like an expensive call girl. Any plans I had to wait up for her were soon overcome by fatigue and I fell asleep before midnight. I was awoken nearly three hours later by Katy staggering through the door. She was drunk and disheveled, her hair and makeup a mess. I hurried over to help her. She reeked of cigarette smoke, alcohol, sweat and to my horror... sperm. Mumbling something incoherent she reeled into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later. Unsteadily she pulled off her skimpy top and wriggled out of her stained skirt. If she had gone out wearing panties there was no sign of them now. Katy collapsed on to the bed and was immediately asleep or unconscious. I stared at her naked body sprawled on the bed. There were red marks on her breasts... bite marks?... especially around her nipples. Her pussy was red and puffy, its lips glistened wet and sticky. I had no doubt that my sweet wife had been taken by strange men that night, how many I couldn't guess but from the look of her I'd say it was quite a few. I felt sick. My previously faithful wife had been fucked by many men. This was my fantasy come true but now it didn't seem sexy or satisfying... it was just wrong and extremely distressing. At that moment a movement caught my eye. Incredibly the dildo was emerging like a huge black slug from my open bag. It balanced on my clothes and seemed to contract then expand, leaping all the way on to the foot of the bed. Now I knew how it got to her last night. For a moment it lay still, looking much bigger than before, bloated, bulging and utterly evil. It looked at least a foot long now and as thick as my wrist. I couldn't let that monstrosity ruin my wife forever. As it started to wriggle its way towards Katy's abused pussy I moved fast across the room. Even so it was almost at her wet cunt before I grabbed it hard. I knew if it got into her I wouldn't be able to remove it. The dildo bucked and writhed in my hands. The pain was vicious but somehow I held on and flung the dreadful thing to the other side of the room where it lay, twitching feebly. Sucking my stinging fingers I went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. Cautiously I picked up the dildo with the towel but there was no movement or sudden agony. I dumped it still wrapped in the towel into the bath. Katy was moving towards me as I went back into the bedroom. Her eyes were open but unfocused, her face blank. She was clearly sleep walking but sleep walking towards the bathroom, towards the dildo. I blocked her way. She made a strange keening sound and tried to get past. Holding her shoulders, I guided her back to the bed. Thankfully she didn't turn into a wildcat and fight me tooth and claw but rather let herself be led, while constantly trying to turn back. I gently pushed her back onto the bed and forced her to lie down. She whimpered and tried to sit up. I climbed on top of her naked, shivering body, stroking her hair, kissing her face. Katy responded to me opening her legs, lifting her hips towards me. Her actions were automatic. She could have no idea it was me and undoubted would have given herself like this to any man. After all that had happened I couldn't believe it, but I was hard. My stiff cock slid inside her with no resistance whatsoever. Katy's cunt felt like a cave, a very large and water logged cavern. I had to press hard to sense any friction at all. Images of the dildo driving into her again and again, stretching her poor little pussy, filled my mind. Then I thought of all the men that had fucked her that night, filled her with their hot cum, some of which was still inside her. These dark thoughts fueled my passion and I fucked my unfortunate, debauched Katy as hard as I could, squeezing her breasts, biting her nipples, grunting and thrusting until I finally exploded in the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, adding my load to the mess already inside her. I lay beside my wife my arms around her, breathing hard and feeling enormously guilty. At least Katy had stopped shivering and now seemed to be sleeping soundly. My mind was racing. What should I to do? In just two nights this demonic dildo had turned my loving, faithful, conservative wife into an over sexed slut... someone who could just go out and fuck strange men. If the dildo ravished her body and mind again what would it do? What couldn't it do??? It clearly already had a hold on her sleeping brain. If it had another night or two with Katy would it turn her into a complete nymphomaniac... a mindless sex slave? Was it already too late? The old man had said there was no going back. Clearly I had to keep the dildo away from Katy. I couldn't let it damage her further. My first instinct was to destroy it, chop it into tiny pieces, throw it in a fire. But something warned me that this could be a very bad idea. If the dildo was destroyed, the powerful, evil spirit trapped inside might be set free. It already had its hooks in my wife's mind. If it were freed it might possess her entirely. Couldn't I just throw it away, deposit it some distance rubbish tip or maybe hurl it into an outgoing tide and let it be washed out to sea? No. The dildo would surface somewhere, maybe take control of another innocent victim, maybe somehow find its way back to Katy. It was magic and I had no idea what powers it had. For a moment I had a horrible vision of waking up in our bed at home to find the dildo, grown to size of a baseball bat, raping my naked, helpless wife, her mind totally under its control. There was only one solution. I had to take the dildo back to the old man. I had no idea of how to find his shop but I did know how to find my taxi driver from that day. It was almost dawn. I took the box out of my bag along with a roll of wide strong tape that I had used to seal our luggage (to deter drug smugglers). In the bathroom I removed the towel. To my gut twisting horror there was no sign of the dildo. I spun around . Katy was awake and holding the wretched thing in her hand. She was staring at it, stroking it, fascinated, captivated. As I sprinted across the room Katy opened her legs widely and moved the foul, writhing thing towards her hungry cunt. There was no time to explain or be gentle. I slapped the dildo from her hand and pushed her back roughly on to the bed then pounced on the squirming object before it could slither away, clamping the box over it, whipping it over then slamming the lid on top. I hurried back to the bathroom and wrapped it in tape until there was nothing left of the roll. I returned to the bedroom, stuck it in my bag, zipped it up and locked it. Katy was sitting on the bed crying a little, holding her slapped hand. She was very confused. Hugging and kissing her, I reassured her as best I could. "Honey, I'm so sorry but that thing was dangerous." "What was it Jimmy?" "A sort of snake. It must have crawled in through the drains. I'm going to get rid of it. " "But it seemed so... nice." "I'll take the kids. You take a shower. Get some more sleep. You'll feel better soon." "Jimmy... last night... " "We'll talk about that when I get back. Don't worry. I love you. I love you so much." I kissed Katy, picked up the bag and headed for the door. Katy was staring at my bag, a ravenous expression on her face. I made a quick exit. The kids were up and with the promise of breakfast at McDonald's, which for some reason they considered a treat, I hurried them out of the hotel. For once I was lucky. My friendly taxi driver was waiting in his usual place, maybe because it was still so early. He greeted me like a long lost brother. I was his first lucky fare of the day. He looked less happy when I asked him to take me back to the alley but he agreed. On the way he chattered with the kids. When we arrived I slipped him a Balinese 10,000 rupiah note. Although he seemed like a lovely guy I was reluctant to leave the kids but I had no choice. Hopefully my mission would be quick. I almost sprinted down the alley. The old man was waiting at the door of his shop as if he was expecting me. He held out his hand. I held out the box. He ignored it, his face grim, his hand still extended. I pulled money out of my wallet. A lot of money. He counted out the amount that I had paid for the dildo and handed back the rest, then thankfully he took the box, shaking his head. "So it returns... used. " "Yes." I miserably answered his non question. "So foolish... but wise to bring it back. Harm is done but not so bad. She will remember little. Time, distance do some healing. One more night... harm too bad. No hope, no heal. You not come back to Bali. You come back it will find her. Take her. Very bad." He turned abruptly and vanished back into the gloom of his shop. I left with a vast sense of relief which grew even greater when I saw my kids happily admiring the taxi driver's kite collection. Even the McDonald's tasted good. Would Tracey be OK? Would she remain a slut and screw around with other men? Of course I didn't know but I swore to myself that whatever happened I would stand beside her, give her all the love and support I could muster and never, never put her at risk again. Post Script (for those who like closure). Nearly three years after our trip Bali trip, Katy and I are still together and doing well. She remembers very little of the last few days and has concluded that she came down with some sort of fever. I, of course have fostered that idea. However there have been permanent effects. Her sexuality, which received such a massive boost, has remained molten, and is much more than I can satisfy. Katy does screw other guys on a regular basis, two or three every week, but they are guys we've checked out and chosen together. I don't feel that this is cheating and I must admit it still gives me a thrill, when she comes back well used and contented. The only risk is that some day she'll fall completely in love with some nice guy with a massive cock and leave me for him but so far that hasn't happened. Katy never complains but I know she fancies guys with penises which fill her large, hungry pussy. She's also collected an extensive range of dildos and vibrators, some of them very large indeed, but for some reason none of these completely satisfies her cravings.