1 comments/ 73297 views/ 8 favorites Incarcerated By: CaroleS36 “Okay counsel, your witness” The judge said as he motioned to the prosecuting attorney. The prosecutor stood, straightened his suit jacket and approached me as I continued to sit on the witness stand. “Mrs. DeFrancisco, how long did you know the victim, Miss Simmons?” “Since we, I mean my husband and I moved to Arlington,” I answered. “And how long was that?” “Well we moved here in May of 2001 and I met Debbie about a week after we moved in,” I answered. That was how my cross examination began. It continued like that, without anything earth shattering for the next hour before the Judge took pity on us all and announced that we would break for the weekend and reconvene on Monday morning. That of course meant that I would be locked in an eight by twelve cell for 44 of the next 48 hours. The cell was a concrete block room with bars on one wall. On the right wall was a small steel bunk bed covered with grey blankets and white sheets. A simple vinyl covered wood chair sat in front of a steel desk on the back wall with a small desk lamp my only decorating touch. The left wall held a stainless steel toilet shielded from prying eyes by a short painted steel partition about 4 feet high. Next to the partition was a stainless steel sink with my toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. It had all the comforts of home. At lights out I laid in bed a thought back to happier times. Jim, my husband, had just been transferred to Chicago. The transfer came with a big promotion and a healthy raise and Matt, our two kids, Chelsea and Matthew, were all excited about the move. We had been in our new house, a big beautiful brick faced colonial, for a week when I first saw Debbie. The moment I saw her I knew she was gay, not that I had a problem with that but it was very apparent. She was not unattractive; in fact she was just the opposite of unattractive. She was not what I would call pretty, instead she was handsome or stunning, but in a somewhat masculine way. Her platinum blonde hair was cut strikingly short yet stylish. Her features were sharp and crisp with high cheek bones and prominent nose and a strong jaw. Her eyes were a shade of blue green that looked like the Caribbean Sea and were surrounded by the longest thickest eye lashes I have ever seen. She had broad square shoulders, full round breasts, a narrow waist and trim hips that I would have died for. Her legs were strong, tan and muscular and her smile was fantastic. Debbie introduced herself to me and I felt my heart skip a beat. I had never been attracted to a woman before that moment, and the feeling scared me. She had an aura about her, and air of confidence that was supremely attractive and in the few moments I stood there I was spellbound. If she had asked me to drop to my knees and pleasure her I am sure I would have done it, with my husband watching, but she never asked, not then, not ever. In fact Debbie never asked for anything. That wasn’t her way. She told, demanded and commanded but never asked: but I am getting ahead of myself. I avoided Debbie after that first meeting. Not because I didn’t like her or I was afraid of her, but rather because I was afraid of myself and what I might do or say if I was around her. When I wasn’t working at the library I spent a lot of time inside the house or in the back yard around the pool with the kids for the first few weeks that we lived in Arlington. Eventually I met Sara Young, a woman my age who also had two children, who lived across the street from us. Sara was an attractive woman with a pretty but somewhat plain face, shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and small round glasses. She was about 25 pounds overweight, but carried it pretty well. Overall she looked like a mom, which is exactly what she was. Sara dressed conservatively and attended church regularly and she introduced me to her friends and I began attending her church with the kids most Sundays. Sara, unlike me, was a stay at home mom and she spend most of her days observing the goings on in the neighborhood. She was the resident nosey neighbor, but she kept her findings to herself, well until we got close and then she shared her gossip with me. She told me about Susan Dresser, the woman on the corner who was having an affair and about the Johnson’s pending divorce. She also told me that Debbie my next door neighbor was a lesbian who had a different woman over nearly ever night. She of course whispered the word lesbian as though it was a dirty word and told me of Debbie’s deeds with the sound of disgust in her voice. A few months had gone by and I had only run into Debbie a few times in the yard and in the grocery store and I had regained my composure around her. Sara and I had become close friends and every day when I got home from working at the library at 3:00PM I would head over to her house to have a cup of coffee and hear about the gossip of the day. Sara’s stories about Debbie became the focus of most of our afternoon conversations, because she had a different woman over every night. They would arrive home late, after I had fallen asleep, but Sara was still up, and they left around ten in the morning. “Your sure it is a different woman every night,” I asked Sara. “Absolutely,” she replied with her Chicago accent. “The woman has a voracious appetite,” she laughed uncomfortably. “What do they look like.” “Karen, they are every type, age, shape and size, but she uses them up and spits them out. She has no soul.” “Oh really, and how do you know,” I asked jokingly and Sara turned bright red. “Oh my god, Sara. You slept with her?” “It was a few years ago,” Sara said meekly. “Todd had been, well like he always is, distant and consumed with work. She stopped over to borrow some milk one night when Todd was away on business and the kids were over their grandmothers. I don’t know how she knew to stop over that night, but she did. At first I though it was just a coincidence, but she planned it, I know she did. Anyway, I invited her in and we started talking. I really don’t know how it evolved into something so wrong, so nasty and degrading. It was really weird because it seemed like one moment we were sitting on the couch talking and the next moment we were in bed.” As she finished I could see a tear form in her eye and she sniffled. “I’m sorry Sara, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” “No, it’s alright. I’ve never told anyone about it, not even my shrink, which is kind of funny because I started seeing him right after that happened. I needed to talk about things but I couldn’t bring myself to talk about that. It was so wrong, so dirty, so disgusting and you know what the worst part about it was.” “What,” I asked cautiously. “I enjoyed it,” she said as the tears began to flow. “ actually liked being used and being treated like a play thing. That’s all I was to her. That’s all anyone is to her just some damn fuck toy.” Hearing Sara use the word fuck shocked me nearly as much as her story had. The whole thing was so out of character. I put my arm around her and let her cry. Eventually her tears subsided and we chatted some more about more light hearted topics. I went home that night and found myself staying up late to see if Debbie brought someone home. At about one in the morning I saw two cars pull into her driveway. I walked slowly to the window of our guest room, that faced Debbie’s house, and looked out from the dark room. I could see Debbie walk to the door ahead of another woman. She looked young and pretty and followed Debbie like a puppy. I walked back to my room and climbed silently into my bed. A month went by without a mention of Debbie or her antics and I thought Sara’s issue had blown over. I had gone into the spare bedroom several times during the month to watch Debbie bring in her conquests and on a few occasions I even saw them kissing and fooling around before I felt guilty and retired to bed with the visions etched in my memory. I stopped by Sara’s after work as I always did one August afternoon but this time she was visibly shaken. “What’s wrong honey,” I asked. “Look at this,” she replied while thrusting a printed invitation at me. I read the invitation and saw that it was from Debbie and was for only Sara, no guest permitted. “Why did she suddenly contact you,” I asked. “Well,” Sara sighed, “I feel terrible about keeping this from you Karen, I really do but I am just so ashamed. I’ve been over Debbie’s a few times in the last two weeks. I am sorry for not telling you, I really am. You’re not mad at me are you?” “Sara, don’t be silly, of course I’m not mad. What happened?” “Well, about two weeks ago Debbie called me. It was about 9:30 in the morning and I had just gotten home from dropping the kids off at baseball camp. Anyway she told me to come over and…” “What do you mean she told you to come over?” “I mean when Debbie tells me something I do it. I can’t explain why, but it is like she holds this power over me. So she called and told me to come over, and I did.” “But you knew what she wanted right. I mean she told you that right.” “No, she told me to come over and I went. I knew what would happen if I did, but on some level, oh heck, on a lot of levels I wanted to. I mean when she tells me to do those disgusting things. When she makes me do those terrible, wrong and degrading things, well at the time it just feels so right, like it is what I am meant to do. I am sorry I can’t explain it. I mean I feel awful afterward. I feel dirty and I know it is wrong, but when it's happening I like it…all of it, and sometimes when I think about it, it makes me feel so, I don’t know, so hot I guess, but right afterward I feel disgusting and dirty. I know what she makes me do is wrong, but it is so…I don’t know. You think I am disgusting don’t you?” “Oh god, don’t be ridiculous. I don’t think you are disgusting Sara. You are my friend and I love you.” “Thanks,” she said with a small smile. “Anyway, when I went over the first time she wasn’t alone. There was a pretty young Asian girl there. She couldn’t have been more than 20 and she was so petite and pretty and Debbie told me to please her, like I did her. So I did. It happened three more times, each time with a different woman, all of them different. One was a heavy woman, over 200 pounds, another was a black woman about my age and the last one was a redhead named Patty. That one was tough because she lives around town and is a member of my woman’s club, but I did it anyway. Like I said I can’t resist her Karen, and I don’t think I would even if I had the strength to, but I feel like I am losing control. I am afraid if I go to this party I will make a fool of myself and lose my family, but I have to go.” “Don’t go if you are that scared Sara,” I pleaded. “I have to go, but I have a favor to ask.” “Anything.” “Can you come too?” “But your invitation says no guest.” “I know, but Debbie invited you, Jim and the kids. The invitation should be in your mailbox. The party during the day will be just a normal barbeque and there will be lots of other couples with kids. A lot of Debbie’s friends are married with kids, and some of the same sex couples have kids from previous marriages or adoptions. Will you come, please.” “We will be there.” “Thank you.” The barbeque was a lot of fun and the kids had a blast playing with all of the other kids there. Since it was a pool party I wore a bikini, but to make myself feel a little more comfortable I wore a short jean skirt over the bottom. Debbie was very nice and a terrific host and I felt my trepidation melt away. Soon after dinner, most of the families left to put their kids to bed, and Jim and I sent ours home with Rebecca, the nanny around 8:30. Since the party had started so early, around 1:00, a lot of the people filtered out and by 9:30 there were only 3 men, including Jim, off in the corner of the yard by the fire pit drinking beer and talking about sports. The girls, eight of us, sat around the hot tub with our feet soaking in the tub. Sara and Patty, a striking redhead, were on my right and Debbie and a strong masculine looking woman named Nic, presumably short for Nicole, were on my left. Three other women, whose names I don’t recall, were seated across from me. I could tell that Jim was very drunk, and I expected he would go home within an hour or so and I was sure he would not remember much that occurred after dinner. Suddenly, Patty announced to all of us that she was taking Sara inside to have some fun. I looked up at Sara to see if she wanted me to intercede, but she just mouthed the words “I’m sorry” and lowered her eyes. I watched in shock as Patty led my friend off toward the French doors, directing Sara with a hand on her ample hips. Nic then stood up and said that she was getting another beer and asked if anyone wanted another drink. I asked for a refill on my wine and Nic sauntered off toward the outdoor bar. The four of us who remained at the hot tub sat in silence until Nic returned with a beer in one hand and a freshly opened bottle of Cabernet. She sat on my right, much closer than necessary and filled my wine glass to the rim. “Drink up,” Nic said as she clinked her beer bottle against my glass. I was keenly aware that Nics bare thigh was pressed against mine and I slid a little to my left to separate us. In hind sight I don’t think it would have mattered if I had stayed glued to her thigh, the result would have been the same. I was sitting very close to both Nic and Debbie and I felt Debbie’s fingers lightly tracing circles on my bare thigh. Instinctively I looked over at my husband, Jim, but he was facing away from me, and probably wouldn’t have noticed even if he had been looking since the only light around the hot tub was from beneath the water. My glance at my husband did not go unnoticed by Debbie and she whispered softly to me, “Don’t worry, Sam will keep his busy, she is very good at that.” “She,” I replied. I was sure Sam had been a man. He was about 5’10” with masculine features and was wearing a man’s pair of swim trunks and a plain blue tee shirt. I couldn’t see any hint of breasts and his legs were thick and muscular, as were his arms. In fact I had thought that he had a nice body when I first saw him. “Yes, Karen, Sam is a woman. She has all of the equipment you and I have. She is a body builder and a thoroughly sick woman, but she is all woman trust me I have seen her naked.” As Debbie was telling me about Sam, Nic had taken my right hand and placed it on her leg beneath her own hand and Debbie’s fingers had crept up to the leg of my bathing suit. “You have great tits Karen,” she whispered, her mouth less than an inch from my ear. I could feel her warm sweet breath on my neck as her finger slid inside my bikini bottom. “I wanted to see them the moment I saw you back in May. You wanted me too. You remember that day don’t you? You know how I knew Karen. You know how I knew that you wanted me. I saw lust in your eyes. You had the same look all sex starved breeders get when they realize that they want pussy…my pussy. Your friend Sara had that look once too.” Debbie’s fingers had slipped inside my wet pussy. “You’re pussy is soaked baby,” she whispered as two fingers penetrated me and her thumb toyed lightly with my swollen clit. I also realized that my right hand was now sliding along the slick elastic lips of Nic’s pussy while her hand directed me where to go. I let myself go, and enjoyed the combination of Debbie’s warm lips of the nape of my neck, Debbie’s fingers playing my sex like a violin and the deliciously wicked feeling of my own fingers inside another woman. My eyes were closed and my body was fast approaching a climax as Debbie’s thumb increased the pressure on my engorged clit. Her lips toyed with my ear lobe and she whispered into my ear “You love that finger don’t you?” It felt like the world was spinning and I felt the shudders just beginning when suddenly she stopped. “No,” I panted softly, “please don’t stop.” My eyes opened and I saw Sam standing over me, yup, definitely a woman. A panic shot through me as my head whipped around to look for my husband. “Thank god,” I thought as I saw him standing over at the gate looking away from us. “I am taking Jimmy home,” Sam said. “Jed left a few minutes ago and I don’t think Jim can make it with out a hand, he is really drunk.” “Okay, have fun,” Debbie answered and she winked at Sam. “Oh we will,” the muscular woman replied. Debbie turned her attention back to me, he hand which had never left my leg slipped back inside my bathing suit and her mouth returned to my neck. “You have dreamed about this haven’t you Karen?” She whispered. “You went back to your bed after watching me from the darkness of your spare bedroom and touched yourself dreaming of the moment that I would fuck you. Didn’t you?” My body was back on fire and I was so close to cumming. “You’ve played with yourself imagining this moment, haven’t you? How long have you known you were a pussy slut? Look at your fingers buried inside Nic like that. You didn’t even take them out when you thought your husband might be looking.” Debbie’s thumb was rubbing my clit and my legs began to tremble when she stopped again. “No,” I yelled out. “Oh god no, don’t stop. Make me cum, please.” I pleaded. “You want some pussy don’t you? That’s what breeders like you always want. You pretend to be straight, all prim and proper, but what you dream about is having your face buried in some dykes pussy. That’s what you want isn’t it slut? Tell me what you want.” “I want some pussy,” I said quietly, my face flushed with embarrassment. “I can’t hear you Karen,” she teased as her fingers slid teasingly across my wanton pussy lips. “Ask nicely.” “Can I please have some pussy, please I need to taste it.” “Sure you can have some pussy. Get you ass between Nic’s legs,” she ordered. Nic stood up and pulled her suit down letting her big breast loose and exposing a thick hairy mound of brown fur. She walked over to me and stood with her legs spread inches from my face. I could smell the pungent aroma of her arousal and my mouth watered in anticipation. My face slowly nestled in her wet pussy and I began to lick her and she tasted wonderful. My tongue began to move as if controlled by instinct, searching desperately for more of her tangy juices. Nic’s hips began to thrust and she grabbed my head fiercely. My mouth shot to her engorged clit and I sucked on it like a small cock. She let out a groan and I felt her legs shake as she climaxed on my mouth. “Fuck, this little bitch is a natural, just like her breeder friend Sara,” Nic exclaimed. I stayed knelt at Nic’s feet and looked up at her, my eyes pleading for more praise. “I did good Nicky?” “Yeah, you have a sweet mouth do you want to eat some more pussy bitch? Do you want another fresh cunt on your lips? I bet you do. Maybe Sam is finished fucking your husband and you can suck his cream out of her cunt. Would you like that? I bet you would, we can call you creamy Karen. But first I think Debbie wants a piece of your ass,” she said and pointed behind me. I turned around to see Debbie, naked except for a big black plastic cock which hung lewdly from her waist. I knew what was expected, so I crawled over to her and began sucking on the big dildo, it was at least ten inches long and so thick I could barely fit the head inside my mouth. I slobbered and licked all over the long plastic phallus like a porn star. Debbie grabbed my head and forced the cock into my mouth rocking her hips and fucking my mouth violently. Slowly my jaw stretched out and the dildo slid past my teeth and back toward my throat. Deeper and deeper it went and I gagged each time it touched the back of my throat. Debbie continued to fuck my mouth and I felt hands and fingers touching my asshole. The fingers slipped inside my ass, not just one but several, stretching me open. I had never had anything up my ass and the sensation was deliciously wicked and surprisingly enjoyable. Incarcerated Looked at in retrospect it was one hell of a risk to take for a mere £1000 but then, at the time, £1000 represented the difference between possibly keeping my house and definitely loosing it. My wife of three years, Dawn has a lovely face but this is completely outclassed by the perfection of her body. She is twenty-five, stands 5' 5" tall and has radiant, auburn shoulder length. I am only three inches taller than she and of slim build. Some people have told me that I am very good looking but others merely remark that I look young for my age (which happens to be only months older than her). Whatever the truth, we were generally regarded as an attractive couple. In terms of sexual history, Dawn admitted to three previous relationships with no one night stands where I had known five girls in the biblical sense but two of those were one time efforts. We met while I was in my final year of university when she was already working as a well paid legal secretary. We married the week after I graduated. Due to me spending time with Dawn when I should have been studying (or possibly because I have limited ability) I got only a very second class degree and was forced to accept an only average salary doing fairly mundane office work. Nevertheless, our combined wages allowed us to buy a house at what seemed a bargain price at the time. The problems started only a month after moving in when Dawn discovered she was in the family way. It was a difficult pregnancy right from the start and she was forced to give up work over four months before the baby was born. There were then a series of successive interest rate rises and you will see that, with only my mediocre salary to support us, we were soon in severe financial difficulties. It got to the point where we were well in arrears with the mortgage and I was informed that if I did not clear at least £1000 within the next three months, the building society would start procedures to take possession of the house. By this time our little daughter was approaching two and just getting nicely past the toddling stage. At 12.30 p.m. on Fridays it was the custom for everyone in the office to decamp to a nearby pub for a slightly extended lunch hour. I went along but only not to appear the odd man out. Even so I sat slightly apart from the rest. This kept me clear of buying rounds and allowed me to nurse a single pint until it was time to return to work. One such Friday a pub customer unconnected with my firm was sharing my table and unasked bought me a second pint when he replenished his own drink. This started a conversation that somehow arrived at the subject of honesty with me declaring that I considered myself a reasonably honest person. Given the hypothetical scenario of finding an old wallet containing £1000 in cash, what would I do? Almost without any thought I said that as it might easily be the life savings of a pensioner, I would hand it in to the police. My new friend nodded in agreement but then asked, "But suppose it was an expensive wallet and you actually saw it fall from the pocket of a wealthy looking guy, just before he roared off in his Porsche?" I had to admit to him that I would keep it, giving the excuse, "£1000 would be a life saver for me just at this moment and I reckon that he could easily afford it." After an apparent change of subject I found myself confiding that while I felt badly underpaid, the directors of the firm seemed to receive far higher remuneration that they deserved. This was just what he wanted to hear and, after his provision of another pint, I found myself seriously considering the scam he proposed. What broke through my resistance was the knowledge that it had already worked once, with the help of my predecessor in the job, and on that occasion everything had gone like clockwork. I would have written full details of my illicit involvement but have been advised against it. The only sticking point revolved on trust and he easily solved that by handing over my share up front at the same time I was given the identifying number of the invoice to be falsified. Fate must have been against me from the start because I did the switch on a Friday afternoon and the auditors arrived for a random check the following Tuesday. For three days I turned up at the office and tried to work normally, hoping against hope that nothing would be found but then I was called into the boss's office. Even when it became clear that the game was up I still had hope that my punishment would only be dismissal but instead I was given notice of intention to prosecute. It didn't help that the firm had been defrauded for a far greater amount than I had thought was intended. It was a fraught three months waiting for my case to come to trial but my solicitor constantly tried to reassure me that, as I was pleading guilty and it was my first offence, any sentence that I was given would almost certainly be suspended. The night before my court appearance, Dawn and I made passionate love on the basis that it might be the last for quite a while but I actually arrived at the law courts lulled into a false feeling of confidence. It was therefore a total shock when I was sentenced to two years with only half of that suspended. I almost collapsed and had to grasp the rail at the front of the dock to stop myself from falling. In the gallery I could see my wife's stricken face, showing exactly the same horror that I was feeling. With a sinking feeling in my stomach I was taken down to the cells or rather a room adjoining the cells containing several tables. There were already several newly sentenced men in there saying goodbye to loved ones. I took a seat wondering what was going to happen to me. Standing against the walls there were three males in uniform that I assumed were prison warders. One in particular caught my eye. Aged about forty he was about 6' 2" tall with a barrel chest, meaty muscular arms and a completely shaved bald head – he looked exactly like the archetypal evil bodyguard so often portrayed in films and I sincerely hoped that I had nothing to do with him. After a few minutes Dawn walked hesitantly into the room. I could tell immediately that she was deeply upset that I was really going to prison but was desperately trying to put on a brave face. There seemed so much to say before we were parted and Dawn could not seem able to drag her eyes away from my face. In contrast, to try and maintain my own composure, I kept glancing around. During these frequent scans of the room my slight fear of the large ugly guard changed into one of intense dislike because he did not take his eyes away from Dawn even for an instant. Worse he was looking at her with open lust, constantly licking his thick lips with a coarse tongue. Eventually this short interlude came to an end and all relatives had to leave, Dawn casting one loving unhappy glance back at me from the door. I slumped down in my seat fighting a wave of despairing emotion but before I had even had time to take a single breath; a voice said roughly, "On your feet prisoner – you're with me." I looked up in dread to find that I was being addressed by the big forbidding guard. He led me outside and we climbed in the back of a large prison van where I sat on one side and him on the other facing me. There were no other occupants. "I've got good news and bad news," he said. "By rights you should be going to an open prison but there are no spare places at the moment. The good news is that you are going to the nearest prison to here, so your lovely little wife will not have far to travel when she visits. The bad news is that it's a category one, high security prison holding the toughest, most dangerous prisoners in the country." "Just temporarily," I asked hopefully. He shook his head. "If you were doing longer you would be moved on quickly but as it is you'll do your whole time there. But look on the bright side, being so close, your delightful wife can bring her little ripe body and big tits for you to look at far more often." My flesh cringed. I didn't like him speaking about Dawn at all and for him to do so in such terms left a nasty taste in my mouth. "Been married long?" "Three years." I would rather not have answered but I was afraid of antagonising him." "Kids?" "A little girl – she's nearly two." I hoped that knowing Dawn was a mother would make him show more respect. It seemed to have the desired effect because he said nothing more and we rode in silence for the rest of the journey and on arrival I was relieved to be handed over to someone else. I was then caught up in the procedure of being registered, medically examined and issued with prison dress. My own clothes were then taken away together with some of the other possessions I had taken with me. Finally I was taken to where there were six adjoining cells all leading off a room containing tables and chairs. I was directed to one of these cells but I got the impression that all the others were currently vacant. I tried out the bed, (it was as hard as expected, then busied myself putting my meagre passions on a shelf affixed to the wall. While I was thus engrossed the cell door opened and I turned to see the warder I dreaded stroll in. "Settling in," he said. Now during my induction I had been told that warders had always to be addressed by rank and name and I had also gathered that this guard was called Bullrite, so I said respectfully, "Yes Officer Bullrite. He laughed, "My name's Wright – Bull is just a nickname." I repeated my previous answer, this time correctly, by which time he had made himself comfortable sitting on the edge of my bed. "Well don't get too settled," he warned, "You're only in these transit cells for a week until you are fully assessed and then you'll be joining the general prison population." I had already been given this information so I just nodded and this seemed to irritate him. "I'll say this for you – you've certainly tagged yourself a cracking piece of skirt," he sneered nodding towards the photograph of Dawn that I had lovingly placed on my shelf." As in the van I had no wish to discuss Dawn with this vile man so I set my jaw and ignored him. He laughed. "I hope you don't hope to find the same innocent loving faithful wife waiting for you when you get released. By the time you get out it's a certainty that she'll have been well fucked by at least one man – I'd bet on it." His words provoked an unintended response from me. "You'd lose I know that Dawn won't cheat on me." Again he gave an evil laugh. "You believe that and I think that at this moment she probably believes it too but can you deny that she's a hot blooded girl who likes her bedtime pleasures?" I couldn't so I said nothing and he went on triumphantly, "She's going to get lonely and she inevitably going to have problems and when that happens there is always going to be some kind guy on hand to help her out. Believe me there is nothing like a bit of kindness to a damsel in distress to get her to open her legs in gratitude. Then once she's done it one time she won't be able to stop." Bull left me to ponder this very believable scenario for a moment and then went on, "There's also another way she might fall. The security in the offices here is not very good and I'll bet that your home address is already general knowledge throughout the prison. Some are going to pass that information to their scumbag mates outside and your lovely Dawn is soon going to have men knocking on her door offering to keep her company while you're away. She'll refuse of course but then she'll be told that unless she plays ball, you'll be given an extra had time by their pals in here. You know her so how do you think she'll react in that situation? My insides seized up and I sat on the bed alongside my tormentor. His shaft had hit home because I knew that my darling wife would do almost anything if she thought it would stop me getting hurt. "On balance it would be better if she was seduced by scumbags because there's far less risk of her falling in love with any of them," Bull added, throwing salt on my wound. We sat in silence for a minute or two before he started to cheerfully talk again, "Looking on the bright side, you're going to get far more sex than she does before you get out." "What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely puzzled. "Look in a mirror," he said. "I bet there are still times that you are still asked for ID. And that pretty face of yours – you must know that dressed up with a bit of make-up you could easily pass for a girl. The men in this prison are going to love you. They're all hard men without exception and most haven't had real contact with a woman for years. Within two minutes of your first time in the showers you're going to be bent over with a fat cock down your throat, another up your arse and four other men holding you and all wanting a turn. The gym changing room will be nearly as bad and then there's your cell mate to think about. You'll have to suck him off several times a day and you can expect to spend most nights on your belly with him stuck up you. If you're really unlucky he'll earn himself some snout by hiring out your arse to his cronies." "But I'm not gay," I stammered. "Very few like you are at the start but most pick up a taste for it. Better if they do – half of the guys who top themselves in prison do it after getting a Dear John letter from their wives or girlfriends and the other half do it to escape the constant sexual abuse." With that he stood up and strolled to the door, turning before exiting to throw me a mean grin and say, "Just thought you ought to be prepared." He left me sitting where I was and trembling from head to toe. Bull had painted a nightmare that I could not get out of my mind. My guts were in a total cramp from contemplating Dawn being unfaithful to me, in either scenario, but that panic was almost totally overridden by fear of what awaited me the following week. Eventually night came but I was unable to sleep and the few moments that I did drop off I was assailed by terribly realistic dreams of what was to come. Mind you the dreams were not too different from my waking state because having a vivid imagination I was constantly conjuring up in graphic detail pictures of everything that Bull had described, with various additional permutations thrown up by my fertile mind. The whole of the following day was the same. Distressingly, I frequently found myself with a very stiff erection but strangely these were invariably prompted by mental pictures of my own sexual assault rather than those of my wife in the arms of another man. I explained this to myself by saying that this was a perverse bodily reaction to the total fear that kept me permanently in its grip. On Saturday morning I felt like a zombie but I would be seeing Dawn at visiting time in the afternoon and knew that I had to pull myself together. No matter what was going to happen to me there was no point in my wife worrying herself to death about me so I resolved to play down my anxiety and pretend that I had no worries about my impending move to the main prison. I shaved very carefully, dressed as well as I could and then killed a lot of time by pacing round and round my cell, desperately to get my mind right. With about half an hour to go I had achieved a measure of composure until the cell door opened and Bull leaned half way in. "I'm off duty now till Monday but here's something that might help a bit," he said, tossing me a jar of Vaseline. "After you get moved on Monday or Tuesday, make sure have a good shit every morning and then use plenty of that – you know where. It's still going to hurt like hell that first time but with that stuff to ease the way, the pain might not be quite so bad." Then he withdrew as quickly as he had appeared but leaving me in an abject state of panic. When the time came I was taken to a large room filled with small tables, each with a prisoner already sitting on one side. I was shown to the empty table and sat down to join the others in gazing eagerly towards the door. After a few minutes the door opened and the visitors flooded in. My heart was pounding as I searched anxiously for a first glimpse of my lovely wife. When I saw her she was scanning the tables looking for me and when our eyes met she pushed others out of the way to run towards me. I stood up and the next moment she was in my embrace, her arms tightly round my neck as she covered my face with loving kisses. I had not yet had time to find her mouth with mine when a firm hand gripped my shoulder painfully hard before a voice said, "Sit down on opposite sides of the table." We did as ordered but automatically reached out and grip each others hand, only to hear the officious screw say, "No touching and no passing of stuff without permission." Dawn started to speak but I drowned her out by asking about our little daughter and how they were managing without me. She waited patiently giving reassuring answers to my queries but eventually when my flow slowed she asked what was happening to me. I would have preferred to keep talking about her and Crystal so I told her 'nothing much' but she persevered with her questions. Again I tried to cover by describing the transit cells at length and saying that it was all rather boring. "But how long will you be staying in transit?" she asked. "Oh I think I'll be moved into the main prison on Monday or Tuesday I told her, trying to sound unconcerned but ashamed of the involuntary catch in my voice. "What then, I can imagine it will be rather rough?" she said perceptively. I put a false smile on my face and spoke in what was intended to be a light hearted tone. "They say that there's a slight chance of someone like me suffering a bit of sexual abuse," I admitted bravely but then I lost it. My face crumpled and the body trembling returned. "Oh darling, I'm terrified at what they're going to do to me," I sobbed. My wife's hand shot out to grip mine firmly and I saw a look of determination on her face as she said fiercely, "Don't you worry, I've a feeling that you are going to be alright." For some reason her voice carried absolute conviction and as a result I was able to get through the remaining visit without my tumultuous emotions again taking control. I got through the afternoon and evening on a bit of a high from the pleasure of seeing my wife – and the reassurance of her words but when trying to sleep I was again assailed by the twin spectres of my own violent rape and pictures of Dawn in the midst of passion with another man between her legs. In the middle of Sunday morning, Bull entered my cell with very welcome news. "You can put the grease away for a while because your sexual initiation has been delayed for a couple of weeks. You've been allocated to work in the library and while there you can stay in this cell. I hear that the computer catalogue system is in a bit of a mess and if you can sort it out you might work there for a bit longer." I felt profound relief but this was mixed with a feeling of foolishness at my sleepless night. On the one hand I had discounted my wife's confident assurance and on the other, it was plain from her obvious total love that she would never even consider being unfaithful to me. During visiting she had quickly put to rest my stated fear of ex-cons calling and blackmailing her into sex. "That's easy," she had told me, "I always look out of the window when there's a knock on the door and if it's someone I don't know, I just don't answer the door." I quite enjoyed work in the library. It was not especially interesting work but I was always busy enough to keep my mind occupied rather than straying to morbid thoughts. Men from the main prison came in (the kind of man you would hate to meet on a dark night), but never in great number and there was always a screw on duty. Most of the prisoners just put in their book request or collected a previous order but there were a few who tried to give me a hard time verbally. One in particular asked with apparent friendliness, "Haven't seen you before, Where y' kipping?" I said that I was still in the transit cells, to which he sneered, "Bull keeping you as his private punk is he – don't worry, we'll have you eventually, that's a promise pussy-boy." Incarcerated I was disturbed by that for a long time after he left. Not long after lunch on Wednesday, I was called to the telephone. Puzzled I picked up the handset and felt the sheer joy of hearing Dawn on the other end. After some initial words I asked how she knew where I was. "I didn't really, I rang the prison and they must have known where to find you," she stuttered sounding slightly confused but then in a stronger voice she asked "Where exactly are you? Have you moved to the main prison and are you alright – I've been ever so worried since seeing you so upset on Saturday?" I happily told her all about the library and would have gone on longer but she cut me off saying that she had to go. I was still thinking how to say goodbye in a way that would fully express my emotions but before I could speak she said desperately, "I love you David, I love you more than you will ever know and you must never doubt that." With that she was gone. Life went on. During the week, at the same time as handling book requests I dug into the computer system and found that although the problems were easy to solve it would be a time consuming process to sort everything out. Almost before I knew it was visiting day again. This time she walked straight to her chair and sat down although many others managed to grab a quick embrace before being separated by the screws – but I knew that Dawn was just avoiding me getting into trouble. When seated she glanced constantly round the room, almost as if avoiding my eyes and her face had a kind of strained look. Unlike the previous week she also seemed to have trouble finding something to say. After a bit of fairly forced conversation I had to ask if something was bothering her. She shook her head and forced a smile, "I think it's because I'm missing you so desperately. That first week I was so worried that all I could think of was you but now that I know you're are safe for the moment I'm thinking a bit more about myself." This led me to talk about what I was doing in the library and saying that sorting out the computer might keep me in the library for longer than two weeks. This news seemed to cheer her up immensely but the expression on her face was one of quiet satisfaction rather than one of pleased surprise. Anyway, by the time she left Dawn looked far more relaxed and had a cheerful happy smile on her face as she waved goodbye. On her second visit we were both more natural with each other and this was understandable. On my part I no longer had moving to the main prison hanging over me as an imminent threat and Dawn seemed to have lost some private worry that she would have failed to mention for fear of upsetting me. The following week was the complete opposite to her first visit in that for most of the time she seemed at ease but when it came to leave she just gazed at my face for a long, long moment then left quietly with a strained look in her eyes. A week later it was different again. Not only that but Dawn seemed different in herself but I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was – perhaps confidence, perhaps poise or maybe it was just that she seemed far more relaxed than on the previous visits. The conversation mainly concerned Crystal and the little endearing things that she said and done. I haven't mentioned yet how much I was missing my little daughter with awareness that there were going to be months of her growing up that I would not see. This news from home certainly helped me in that respect. On her next visit this new assurance was even more marked. For example, on entering the room, for quite a few paces, Dawn continued in conversation with another female visitor instead of as previously eagerly searching the room for a first glimpse of me. This could be explained by her falling into a routine now that the newness and strangeness was wearing off. I also felt that she was more of a woman than the girlish image I was used to but again the reason could be that the trauma of our forced separation had forced a greater maturity upon her. The next visiting day was a very special one for me but at the start I thought it was going to be the just the opposite. I was on my way to the visiting room, filled with happy anticipation when one of the prison officers beckoned to me. "You're to go to the interview room," he said. "But it's visiting," I protested. "Maybe it is but you are down for interview," he insisted. "It's the old interrogation room at the end of the corridor on the top floor. Here's a chit in case you get stopped on the way up there." Almost in tears I took the authorisation and reluctantly headed towards the stairs. Outside the designated room I paused, worried what they were going to throw at me now. My knock on the door brought no immediate response so I hesitantly pushed it open. Imagine my joyous surprise to see Dawn sitting behind the table wearing a thin summer dress. She looked a dream and there was no-one else in the room. The next moment we were in each other's arms. For almost ten minutes I was content with just passionate kissing but then became aware of Dawn's soft breasts pressing against my chest. Instinctively I started making moves to release and feel them but my wife quickly stopped me, whispering, "We're not really alone. There's a camera up there watching everything we do." The thought of authority bursting in on us effectively dampened my ardour and I quickly adopted Dawn's suggestion that we sit at the table where we could still talk, hold hands and look at each other without fear of interruption. We chatted for a while until she asked if I had noticed the scanning motion of the camera. I was initially upset that she could look around while I was content just to feast my eyes on her until she pointed out, "The camera always pauses at the end of each arc. It means that if you stood just there and bobbed down at the right moment, you could get right under the table without being seen and nobody would know you were there." "Isn't that bit risky?" I said, reluctant to damage the chance that this privilege might be repeated. Dawn shook her head, "One of the other wives told me that fucking isn't allowed but as long as we don't do anything blatantly in front of the camera, they turn a blind eye to almost anything else." Suddenly I had an attack of palpitations and felt seriously short of breath. Dawn was gazing happily at me with a big smile on her face. "What to you want to do, would you like to lick my pussy or shall I crawl under the table and suck you off?" I opted for the first option and with my mouth already watering in anticipation. I scrambled eagerly under the table. The first thing that I noticed was that her dress skirt looked very short and that she was wearing her high heel shoes. I smiled at the thought that if were in the usual visiting room she would be driving the other males mad with lust. For a moment I was rather shocked that she wasn't wearing panties but that thought was immediately blown away by the realisation that her usual muff of sparse brown hair had completely gone leaving her vagina bare. In the past I had asked her to shave her pussy but she had always refused saying that she wasn't that kind of girl. It made me feel good that she had managed to overcome her principles to make the day even more special for me. Part of me would have been content to gaze at her delightful slit for ages but that was in conflict with a driving urgency to taste her, so I plunged my head forward. I feel what then ensued to very precious so I would prefer to keep it private here, enough to say that I ejaculated in my trousers very soon after I started. These special visits turned into a monthly treat. The next time Dawn did oral on me and from then on, for the rest of my sentence, we managed to do both. Out of interest, for the blowjobs we abandoned the concealment of the table; I would stand against the wall immediately below the CCTV with my wife kneeling on the floor in front of me. From then on my sentence passed reasonably pleasantly if very slowly. During the day, with something to do, I was able to keep my mind occupied but there were times during the long evenings when I felt desperately lonely. During my time there, there were transitory occupants of the other vacant cells and it was nice to have someone to talk to but they seldom stayed longer than a couple of days. I was sustained by Dawn's regular weekly visits, those monthly specials and of course looking forward to being back home at the end of my sentence, reunited with my wife and young daughter and able to resume a normal life. On the day of my release, filled with the anticipation of seeing my little daughter again I packed my meagre possessions and sat on the end of the bed some three hours before the due time. This was a mistake because there was no-one to talk to and there was nothing to do except sit and champ at the bit so it was a kind of relief when Bull came into the cell. He started with a 'So this is your last day – bet you're glad' exchange and then said, "I have to admit that I got it wrong. Do you remember on your first day in here I forecast that both you and your lovely wife would have had a good share of large cock by today. Well I was certainly wrong, at least as far as you are concerned – have you any idea how lucky you are to get out of here with your arse-hole intact? I think you're a very lucky man altogether." I muttered an answer but cannot remember what and as I spoke Bull pulled some documents out of his pocket saying, "I've found a job for you. Don't say 'No thanks' because it's more or less compulsory. Getting a job quickly is a condition of your parole and this is the best you are likely get. It's basically a packing job and the pay isn't too hot but with your education you should quickly get on to quality control or something like that and I do know that they want someone on computer systems. It's a firm that often takes ex-cons so if you stay there and keep your nose clean for a couple of years your stay in here will disappear from your employment record. Turn up there on Monday morning, hand in the letter I've given you and don't let me down. With that he brushed aside my heartfelt thanks and disappeared. Eventually, I went through the release procedure, changed into my civilian clothes and felt a surge of relief as the prison gates clanged shut behind me. There was a taxi waiting with my wife standing outside it. I started to run towards her but although she smiled Dawn stayed where she was instead of moving in my direction. At first I was puzzled why this should be but then spotting a small head in the back explained why she had remained near the vehicle. Next moment I was crushing her to me as if my life depended upon it and for a brief moment Dawn hugged me back fiercely but then she pushed me away saying, "People are watching – go and get in the other door, we can save that until we get home." By the time I had walked round and climbed in the car Dawn was sitting with our little daughter on her knee. I knew better than to overwhelm her immediately so I just smiled. I didn't even reach out to touch her and that was hard. "Do you remember your daddy?" Dawn asked softly. Crystal gazed at me with big wide eyes but there was a puzzled look on her little face. "Knotted," she said very slowly – at least that was what it sounded like. I didn't know how well or otherwise her speech had improved over the lost eight months so I gently corrected her saying "No – Da- Di." "This is you're real daddy – he had to go away," Dawn told her and with that, to my great relief and happiness, Crystal held out her arms to me. In my dreams I had imagined that once back home I would be able to pick up as if I had never been away but it was not like that. After a few awkward moments I realised that in coping without me, my wife, as a necessary defensive mechanism, must have developed routines that did not include me and that my return now clashed with these. So in a way I withdrew and contented myself with happily squatting on the floor as my little daughter took pleasure in showing me her toys. She had some nice expensive things and it struck me how much Dawn must have scrimped to buy them. Dawn did chat to me but always on the move as she prepared an evening meal and kept making unnecessary cups of tea when I would have preferred that she just sit by my side. It was eight o'clock with Crystal finally asleep before we were finally alone and then Dawn turned on the TV – granted she snuggled up close and let me fondle her breasts but now she wanted to watch the program rather than talk. By the time we went to bed I still had not received the delayed embrace promised when standing by the taxi and I was beginning to fear that we had lost all rapport – even that evidenced during her prison visits. But once in bed she was a tiger. It was as if she was trying to make up in one night up for all that I had missed while in prison. Friday went smoothly and was all that I had hoped for, with Dawn seeming far more relaxed. It helped that I only joined in when invited and otherwise tried not interfere. Sex was good again that night if not quite as frantic as the night before but right from the start on Saturday Dawn seemed a bit on edge. Crystal also seemed a bit different, more than once abandoning me to seek out her mother. After lunch I sat and got engrossed in a book – Dawn had taken herself off to the bedroom and Crystal was over-exited and rather obnoxious, certainly not the sweet little girl she had been thus far. After one of her trips to gaze out the window she came to me to ask "Where's Unkie?" I assumed that she had lost one her toys so I said, "I don't know darling, I'll help you look for him in a minute." Giving me a look of disgust, the little madam climbed back on the chair to look out of the window. Soon after that her mother returned and the rest of the afternoon passed off fairly normally until I was sitting on the side of the bed getting Crystal off to sleep. Out our curiosity, pointing to the soft toys in an arc round her pillow, I asked "Which one of these is Unkie?" "None of them," she said clearly, looking at me as if I was retarded. Monday I started at my new job and it was all straightforward as Bull had promised. I did some packing for an hour but just to learn what was involved and then started to receive instruction on quality control. They were quite exited to hear of my computer expertise and I hoped to be upgraded fairly quickly. Not long after lunch on Wednesday, just as I had begun to work without supervision there was a grinding noise and the conveyor belts stopped moving. After a few minutes of confusion the manager appeared to say that the repair would take several hours and that everyone should go home but on half pay for the hours not worked. It seemed that this had happened before because everyone seemed to take it in their stride. I walked in the door at home to find the living room empty but almost immediately Dawn appeared from upstairs. She seemed shocked to see me and her eyes flashed to the clock. With urgency in her voice she said, "I'm taking Crystal to the park. I was just going up to wake her, can you wait for a cup of tea until we get back?" I nodded agreement as my wife went back upstairs but I was puzzled – according to my calculation Dawn should had just got our daughter to sleep not be on the point of waking her up and it was strange that she had shown no curiosity why I was home unexpectedly. These thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and my mind was still occupied as I went automatically to open it. I was surprised to see Bull standing there but this was no greater than his obvious surprise at seeing me. However he quickly recovered his composure, gave me a wide smile and said, "I was passing nearby so I called to see how you are getting on in the job I found you – how come you're not at work. He seemed completely unaware of the illogicality in his words. By this time I sensed Dawn hovering anxiously behind me, having apparently left our daughter asleep. I invited my ex warder to come in at the same time saying "Darling, this is Bull, he works at the prison and it was he who got me my job. They went through the motion of shaking hands and then we sat down while Dawn made some tea. Conversation was stilted, mostly about my job and the breakdown that brought me home early and then after a very short time Bull stood up to leave. Dawn was also on her feet quickly saying, "You stay here love, I'll show Bull out." They went down the hall but seemed to pause at the door to hold a muttered conversation. The words were largely undecipherable but I heard Bull say, 'told him yet' to which my wife said something that ended with, 'until he's settled'. As the door opened Bull said loudly, "I reckon I'll pop in the pub for an hour." When my wife returned my suspicions were on the boil. "What was Bull here for – why would he have come to talk to me if he thought I was at work?" Dawn gave me a long sad look and said, "I'm not going to lie to you, he came for sex. "His real name's Ted by the way." I was in total shock but as I stood there feeling totally numb I realised that it was not completely unexpected because suddenly a whole load of anomalies suddenly fell into place. "How long has it been going on?" I managed to ask. "A long time but it wasn't really cheating," she said but then her inherent honestly forced her to add, "At least it wasn't cheating at the start." I couldn't think of a single thing to say. There was a long pause and then Dawn took a half step towards me saying, "You've got to believe me – I love you just as much as I ever did. It was only sex. That's all it ever was, just sex." The strange thing was that I could see the love in her eyes. I don't know whether this gave me hope or whether it simply broke my paralysis but I heard myself saying calmly, "Come and sit down, I want to hear every single thing right from the start." We sat together on the settee, close together but not touching. Before starting to speak Dawn reached out as if intending to hold my hand but then thought better of it. "You went into prison on a Tuesday. That day and the next two were terrible for me; I missed you so much and was crying all the time but I tried to seem normal with Crystal. She was constantly asking where you were and I had to tell her you'd gone away for a while, without worrying her. On the Friday afternoon I had just got her off to sleep when there was a knock on the door. Peeping through the window I could see that it was a very big man who was rather ugly and I would never have opened the door if he hadn't been wearing a prison uniform. I could also vaguely remember seeing him at the court. I invited him in and he accepted my offer of a cup of tea." My wife paused for a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing, "There was a bit of polite conversation and then he said, 'I'm worried about your husband. It's a very tough prison holding lots of rather nasty men and your husband just isn't the type who should be in there. Part of the trouble is that he looks little more than a youth and then there's his rather feminine face. Most of the men in there haven't been with a woman for years and they've got past being particular. Your husband is going to be gang-raped, possibly within hours of moving into the main prison and then for the rest of his sentence he'll have no choice but to satisfy the sexual of urges of other men on a daily basis. Many wimpy men take to that fairly quickly but I don't think your husband has the resilience to cope.' I was shocked but not enough to lose my common sense. "If the authorities know this is happening, why don't they put a stop to it?" I asked him. Incarcerated "Because a prison full of sexually frustrated men would be like a powder keg and this kind of thing relieves the pressure." "But aren't there gay prisoners who would enjoy that kind of thing?" "That's just the point," he said. "Being locked up with hundreds of rampant men must be a homosexual dream. The powers that be want them to be punished not rewarded, so queers are kept separate - they get put on Rule 43 with all the nonces." It was so believable and I started shaking all over imagining what was going to happen to you. He just sat and watched me suffer for a few moments and then he said quietly, "It is in my power to keep him out of the main prison." I looked up given this sudden ray of hope. "Will you?" I asked. He shook his head. "It's not as simple as that. I can do it but it means fiddling the records. That's a big risk and I'd lose my job if it came out so I'd need to get something out of it to make it worth putting my neck on the line." All hope died. "It's no good – I've nothing to give you - I can't give you any money because we're completely broke," I said heartbrokenly. "Money's not everything," he smirked moving his eyes boldly up and down my body to leave me feeling completely naked. With his gaze still lingering on my breasts he said meaningfully, "I wouldn't say you've nothing to offer – I wouldn't say that at all." It was obvious what he wanted and the thought horrified me because I seldom met a man that I wanted to have sex with less. "You want sex from me to keep my husband safe?" "That's about it. Either you get fucked or your hubby does – you're choice." His attitude suddenly annoyed me. "How do I know you're not telling a pack of lies just to get in my pants? I'm not saying that I won't do what you want to save my husband but you're not laying a finger on me until I know if you are telling the truth." He didn't seem at all bothered by my defiance. "I didn't expect you to agree straight away," he said pleasantly. "It's visiting day tomorrow. When you see your hubby, talk round the subject and see how he feels about going into the main prison. It's my half day next Wednesday – I'll call again then to hear your decision." Next day I came to visit hoping against hope that you would be settled but you were so obviously terrified of being moved that I knew what I had to do. I knew what I had to do but right up until the Wednesday I didn't know if I could. In the end I decided that it was far better for me to suffer a couple of hour's unpleasantness than for you to have eight months of torment. The thought of being unfaithful didn't bother me because it had nothing to do with cheating. When the time got near I sat wishing I was dead. Eventually I heard his knock on the door and I let him in. He was dressed in civilian clothes but they didn't make him any less ugly. I hadn't made any effort. I had hardly any makeup, I hadn't even combed my hair and I was wearing normal old clothes – certainly nothing at all sexy. Despite that I could tell from his face that he was a man who expected sex. He smiled in what was meant to be a friendly way but I said coldly, "How do I know my husband is safe?" "I've thought of that," he said handing me a mobile phone. "Look up the prison number in the directory, ask the switchboard for extension 413 and tell the person who answers that you want to speak to your husband." So I spoke to you to find that you were safely in the library and that meant I had to fulfil my part of the deal. Handing his phone back I said, "Where do you want to do it?" and he said a bedroom would be more comfortable. So we went upstairs and I took him in the spare bedroom – I had no intention of it happening on our bed. In there I turned my back while I removed my jeans and panties, then I lay on the bed with legs open, head turned to the side and eyes tightly closed. I heard him undo his belt and a moment later I felt the bed move as he knelt between my legs. I gritted my teeth and held my breath but nothing happened. I waited but still he did nothing and in the end I just had to look to see what was happening. It was a big mistake because I was suddenly terrified. His cock was so huge that I though it might split me in half and it was certainly going to hurt terribly. He put the end against the lips of my cunt and pushed but I was so dry that it wouldn't go in. He tried a couple of times and then wet it with spit. That helped but I don't think he got it all the way in all the time he was fucking me. The pain was even worse than I had imagined but thankfully it didn't last longer than ten minutes – it might only have been five but it felt like an eternity. Then suddenly it was all over and we both got dressed straight away I didn't bother cleaning up the mess leaking out of me – that could wait until he'd gone, I certainly wasn't going to do it with him watching me. Downstairs I led him straight to the door. I thought he was going to leave without speaking but he turned and said, "You know if you tried to relax a bit it would be a lot better for both of us. Why don't you try to ease up when I call next week?" "What do you mean 'Next week'?" I asked in horror. He laughed. "Surely you didn't think that was it? The prison schedules are changed every week so I to keep your husband safe I'm going to have to take the risk and do the same fiddle every time – so I expect my reward every time." I realised immediately that I had no choice but I was angry. "Well there's no point you coming next week because my period is due then," I told him. He gave me a nice smile and for a flash I caught a glimpse of humanity in the blackmailing ogre. "Look I'm not trying to get my pound of flesh out of this – if you would prefer, what say I only call every other week?" "Please." I said. He smiled again. "Look, if I only see you once a fortnight will you take all your clothes off in future?" I nodded knowing I had got the best of the deal. Sitting listening to my wife's confession my wind was whirring. Eight months at twice per month added up to sixteen times. I exploded, "Are you telling me that he's been fucking you every other week ever since the second week I was in prison?" Dawn shook her head, "It's more than that and it gets worse. I was fairly calm for most of the next two weeks but I got more and more tense as his next visit approached. I was especially difficult leaving you in the prison visiting room knowing that I was going to let him fuck me before I saw you again. When Wednesday came I still didn't dress up but I did put on some make-up and brush my hair. I thought that as he had tried to be more reasonable I ought to reciprocate. We went straight up to the bedroom where I took off my clothes and lay on the bed as before but this time naked. I just wanted it over a quickly no matter how much it hurt but Ted had different ideas. This time instead of getting straight on top he lay alongside me and started fondling and sucking my tits – and you know how I react to that. I'm not saying that I got aroused but I certainly felt a whole lot more relaxed. After a while he suggested I should play with his penis so I did I rolled on my side and did as he asked. His cock was very hot and very hard and the skin had a kind if silky feel. It didn't feel at all unpleasant to touch and although it still looked massive, handling it like that made it seem a lot less frightening so when he asked me to put it in my mouth I did. It tasted different from yours but not nasty. At first I just went through the motions but then I suddenly thought that if I could make him cum I might get away without being fucked – so I started really working on his cock, doing all the things you like especially the things that trigger you off but he was too smart to be caught like that. Just when I thought I was about to succeed he stopped me and started licking my pussy instead. He didn't go on as long as you do and he certainly wasn't anywhere as good as you are but it made me remember the way you always make me feel with your tongue. When he did get on top of me his cock went in all the way quite easily. Almost immediately I started feeling pleasant sensations and I knew I shouldn't so to take my mind off what was happening thought of you, then Crystal and even I started trying to remember poems I had learned at school. Although he went on a long time, it worked right up to the end but the instant he started to cum I had an orgasm despite myself and it was massive. After he had gone I felt so guilty at having let him make me cum. Getting fucked by another man wasn't wrong in the circumstances but in reacting that way I felt I had betrayed you. I berated myself about it for several days but then I started to rationalise. I argued that just because I was making a sacrifice to save you didn't mean that I had to absolutely hate it every time. What was wrong with getting a bit of pleasure at the same time – the important thing was keeping you safe. Ted shouldn't have called for another two weeks but the following week he was at the door again. Remaining on the step he said, "Send me away if you want but I'm on a course next week and won't be able to get here – I thought I might be able to cash in next week early." With my new outlook, I thought 'What does it matter, this week or next' so I let him in. This time instead of going straight upstairs I made him a cup of tea and we chatted a bit first. In the bedroom the routine was the same as before but when we started fucking I let myself enjoy the sensations instead of resisting them. Almost immediately it was like continuation of the week before, I started to cum straight away and I don't think I stopped. There wasn't any single orgasm was as big as that first one he gave me but there was just one after the other – at times I was almost out of my mind with pleasure. This was when I think I first cheated on you because after we had a bit of a rest I let him fuck me again. The next Wednesday Ted was at the door again telling me that his course had been cancelled so he'd called on the off chance. I let him in – I'll be honest, I'd already been regretting that the agreement was for only every other week. After that we fucked every single Wednesday, when it was the wrong time of month I sucked him off – I got to love doing that." "The scheming devious evil fucking bastard," I swore. "He isn't really," Dawn defended him, "He's really rather kind and you've got a lot to thank him for. Would you rather I had stayed faithful and you'd spent your time in prison being a sex toy for big hairy men?" "I don't know," I said. That answer wasn't quite as simple as it sounds. During the latter part of the sentence my masturbation fantasies had often revolved round imagining that I had been moved to the main prison. Guilt at the memory made me keep quiet and my wife continued. "Ted has done a lot of kind things that he didn't have to - because I would have fucked him whether he did or not. For instance, the time he turned up when he should have been on the course he brought a bag of groceries, coffee, salmon, tinned fruit and other nice stuff. He did say he'd pinched them from the prison and not bought them himself but it was still something he didn't have to do. After that he almost always gave me a carrier bag full of something, often with a chicken or joint of meat in there. Me and Crystal couldn't have survived half as well without his help. He's also given Crystal some expensive toys that she loves playing with." "Wait a minute," I said. "I thought all this Wednesday stuff happened while Crystal was asleep. How did he come to have contact with her?" "It did but she sometimes woke up before Ted left and he played with her for a bit. Then there were the Saturdays......." "What Saturdays?" I shouted jumping to my feet. "Calm down darling," my wife said firmly, "If it wasn't for the Saturdays you wouldn't have had those times alone with me while you were in prison. You know you enjoyed them and you've got Ted to thank because he set them up." "Tell me about the Saturdays," I said resignedly flopping back down on the settee. "It was a real hassle coming to see you. I had to get Crystal ready and round to a neighbour to look after then wait for the bus. The journey took an hour with a ten minute walk up to the prison and another wait before I got in to see you. I had a precious half hour talking to you and then it was the whole thing in reverse. Well on the fourth or fifth time I was standing at the bus stop when Ted's car drew up and he told me to hop in. That got me to the prison far too early so we went in a café and talked. When I came out from seeing you he was waiting to run me home and on the way he asked if I fancied a Chinese takeaway, his treat. After we'd eaten he played with Crystal until she went to bed and then we just sat and watched TV. Nothing happened except for a bit of fondling but after supper when I went upstairs he came with me quite naturally. Up until then I had always taken him in the spare room for sex but you know that bed hasn't a duvet or pillows so I let him get in our bed. We fucked a lot and again in the morning. After breakfast he gave me fifty pounds and told me to treat myself to the hairdresser. I took the money but it made me feel a bit of a whore. When he'd gone I felt really guilty. On Wednesdays I felt I was letting him fuck me as part of the deal but this was proper cheating and I promised myself that I wouldn't let it happen again. Well the next Saturday came and he was at the door while I was still getting Crystal ready for the neighbour. I told him straight away that I was going to go on the bus so that nothing would happen but he said I couldn't do that because it would spoil everything. He said he had a pleasant surprise for me. After I had delivered Crystal, Ted looked me up and down and told me to put on a nice dress instead of jeans. This time he drove straight into the prison car park instead of stopping near the café. Then he took me through the prison until we came to a door where he said, 'Your husband's will come to you in there. When he does you'll be alone and you've got an hour. You can kiss and play as much as you like but there are CCTV cameras. If you're careful you could even give him a quick blowjob but don't try to make this into a conjugal visit.' Well you know what happened next. On the way back Ted asked if I wanted a Chinese again. I knew what that would involve but after the pleasure of being with you I could hardly refuse. After that he drove me to the prison every Saturday and stayed when I got home. I asked if I could have an hour with you every week but he said that it was difficult and risky to set up be he would do his best – and he you know that he did." "How come you weren't wearing panties if being alone with me was such a surprise – had he already fucked you?" I asked, vividly remembering that delightful oral session. Dawn shook her head, "Off course he hadn't. In the prison car-park he asked if I was wearing underwear. When I said I was he told me to take them off so I pulled up my dress and wriggled out of them – he wasn't seeing anything he hadn't seen before. I was going to put the panties in my bag but Ted held out his hand for them. It was rather embarrassing when he held them to his nose in full view then put them in his pocket. On the Sunday morning he gave me a handful of money saying it was to buy some new panties and I should be able to get a nice dress at the same time. I got that whorish feeling again but this time I didn't mind it so much." "I still think he's a bastard," I said. "Every single kindness that you say he's done worked to his own benefit in some way." "One didn't," Dawn shot back but then stopped as if regretting having spoken. There was a long pause and then she said, "I didn't mean to tell you this but you wouldn't have had a home to come back to if it wasn't for Ted. During all the time you were on remand and then waiting to be sentenced, we let the mortgage slip badly again. Well one day I got a nasty letter threatening eviction if I didn't pay off some of the arrears. As soon as Ted found out why I was upset he gave me £300 of his own money to get them off my back." There was no answer to that so I just sat looking at her as a wave of despondency washed over me. "You seem to think a hell of a lot of him and I feel I have lost you," I said sadly. Now Dawn did grab my hand and squeeze it hard. "I do like Ted a lot but I don't love him at all," she said with passion. "You're the one that I love and I love you more now than I ever have done." I didn't return the pressure of her hand and instead just stared at her with a look of disbelief on my face. "Please believe me," she begged desperately with tears pouring down her face. "I love you so much I think I'd die if I lost you." "Does that mean it's over between you and Bull?" I asked coolly. The expected immediate 'Yes' didn't come and instead Dawn sat gazing at me, her internal struggle evidenced on her face. In the end she said haltingly, "You're the one I love and I don't love Ted at all but I can't live without him either – I'm addicted to his cock." "What does that mean?" "Let me try to explain," my wife said, her eyes begging for understanding. "During the last few weeks before your release, I was counting the days until you were with me again. I wanted you with me again so much but interspersed with the yearning for you I had waves of total panic at the thought of not having sex with Ted again once you were home. I couldn't face the thought of living the rest of my life without ever again feeling the wonderful way he makes me feel. One day he asked me why I was so depressed and I had to tell him. He said there was no reason why we couldn't carry on but I said that I wasn't going to cheat any more once you were out. Ted said he wasn't talking about cheating, he said that a lot of husbands want their wives to be happy so much that they let them see other men for pleasure. He also said that he was sure that you were one of those men. We talked about it a lot and another time he told me that some men actually get pleasure from their wives having sex with other men but he wasn't sure if that would apply to you. In the end he convinced me and I agreed to keep on going with him after you were home. Ted wanted me to tell you about him as soon as you got home but I didn't want to spring it on you straight away. I thought I could see Ted while you were at work for a few weeks and then work up to telling you gradually." I need to think, so to gain time I said I was parched and suggested we have a cup of tea. Instead Dawn dived in her purse and handed me a fiver saying, "Why don't you go down to the pub for an hour love, you deserve it." I told her that I would actually prefer tea but she said, "Please go to the pub, Ted's due back any moment." I told her that in that case I was going nowhere. "Go for me please. Nothing's going to happen because Crystal is due to wake at any moment. Ted just wants to know what the situation is and I can tell him far better if you're not here." I was too emotionally shattered to argue so I took the cash and went but was unable to force myself to linger in the pub for a single minute past the hour my wife had asked for. I saw Bull leave the house as I approached but fortunately he turned the other way and didn't see me. Dawn was sitting innocently on the settee reading a story with our little girl on her knee but I could tell from both my wife's face and eyes that she had just been fucked. She looked up into my accusing face and said, "I'm sorry, he wanted to and I couldn't refuse but we only did it on the floor and it was very quick, Crystal started calling from upstairs before we'd finished." Incarcerated I said nothing, mainly due to the presence of my daughter but my non response seemed to set the tone. For the rest of the afternoon I made a big thing of playing with Crystal and Dawn busied herself with housework, I suspect finding herself unnecessary tasks. Although I appeared calm on the surface my mind was a mess. That hurried copulation had changed the situation out of all proportion to what could have been involved. Without that having taken place, I could have drawn a line, pretended that my whole prison period hadn't happened and just carry on – but with the proviso that my wife had no more contact with Ted. However, the fact that he had had his cock in her since my release killed that option because it wouldn't matter if he fucked her one more time or a hundred times. This left me with the stark option of either walking out of my marriage or accepting that Ted would be taking his turn between my wife's legs for the foreseeable future. As soon our daughter was in bed asleep, I asked about something that had been bothering me – "Has Crystal ever seen you and him in bed together?" Dawn answered unhappily, "I wish I could say not but the truth is that she has. I was always very careful to keep the bedroom door shut but a couple of times she managed to push it open on Sunday mornings and wandered in. She never actually caught us doing anything but I'm not saying we hadn't just finished. Rather than seem guilty and rush her out we took her in bed with us for a few minutes the way you and I used to do. Crystal seemed to take it in her stride but I think it did leave her a bit confused because after that she sometimes called Ted 'Dad'. I couldn't let her think that so I really hammered into her that he was her Uncle Ted. Following that disturbing revelation we watched TV sitting in separate chairs. I'm not saying that we didn't speak at all during the evening but the few exchanges were polite, neutral. When we went to bed, Dawn undressed quickly but then found excuse to walk about the bedroom naked for several minutes. I knew that she was tempting me with her body and had seldom looked so desirable. After she got in bed we lay side by side, close but not touching. Somehow I knew that she wanted to come to me and only needed a sign but I was unable to give it. After about ten minutes she tentatively reached out a hand and grasped my penis. It was more rigid than it had ever been, painfully so, and I let out an involuntary sigh at her touch. She began long, slow, soothing strokes and whispered; "You can have me if you want," but I shook my head. In prison I had often vividly fantasised putting my cock in her to find it surrounded by another man's cum but now there seemed a vast difference when it was a real situation. "Shall I suck you off," she offered next but again I declined. There was another pause and, "What would you like me do," she asked with just a hint of desperation in her voice. "Tell me about Ted," I said without having consciously intended to. "What do you want to know?" "Tell me what you like so much about him.....................and tell me what you and he do." "That's easy," Dawn said happily, giving my dick a squeeze. "I love his wonderful big cock – I wish you could see it and then you'd understand. It's eight inches long - if I measured it right. I actually expected it to be a lot more than two inches longer than yours but perhaps it being so thick gave me the wrong impression. I'm glad it isn't any thicker because then it wouldn't fit in my mouth and I do love sucking it - as it is it makes my jaw ache terribly and I have to keep switching between sucking and licking. I love running my tongue along the rim under the head and when I do that I can almost drive him crazy. My wife glanced at me to see what effect her words were having but then continued without a pause, "The best bit is sucking him off. I like the taste of your cum but his has a special effect on me – sometimes I've had an orgasm just from feeling it spurt into my mouth. When I know he's getting close I hold the tip of my tongue near his slit so I can feel the first squirt as it comes out. His cum is so thick, creamy and kind of slimy. I like the feel and taste so much that I try to put off swallowing and I especially love looking in a mirror with it in my mouth and seeing the way it coats my tongue and kind of clings to it. I'd like to kiss him with it in my mouth – beforehand he says he likes the idea as well but always turns his head away at the last moment. I've made it seem is that it's all me sucking him off but I love having it inside me too – I feel so full and stretched. It's hard to tell which is my favourite. Sometimes I wish that Ted was a twin so that I could have one cock to suck while the other was fucking me." I think I was a bit overwhelmed by this graphic description and somehow Dawn detected this. Pausing with her digital ministrations she said firmly, "Now don't you go getting jealous because you've no reason. You give me just as much pleasure in bed as he does – it's just that yours is a different kind of pleasure. Ted likes to lick me but he always does it as foreplay to get me warmed up and doesn't go on very long. I don't mind because I'd far rather have his cock inside me. The main thing is that you're far far better at licking than he is - you make me cum so easily with your tongue and he's never once got me off that way. I love the way I feel lying there with you licking me. When you hit the button I feel exquisite butterfly sensations fluttering all over my body - it seems to happen in slow motion and I can savour each second. The difference is that when I cum while Ted's fucking me it's all sensation without any thought at all. It's hard to say which is best though one thing I do know – I'd be happy for you to lick me every day of my life but I think that sex with Ted too often might be too much for me." Following my request my wife then described to me the positions they used, telling which were her favourites and why, but thinking back now I can't separate what she told me from fantasy images. She did state how many times they did it each time and point out that he recovered far more quickly than me but that wouldn't be hard as I can seldom better once a night. Oh yes, she said that she loved the way I concentrated on giving her pleasure but that he was more selfish and made her do things for him. I thought at first that this was a point in my favour until she went on to say that although women loved being ministered to, they also like to feel taken and used. By this time my concentration was almost completely centred of the delightful sensations that Dawn was generating in my cock. "So you see," she said softly, "If I kept on seeing Ted it wouldn't take anything from you. I'd be very discreet and you wouldn't have to come into contact with him because he would always be with me while you were at work and if ever you got home early like today I'd send him away. If you wanted, I could take Crystal round to a neighbour on Wednesday afternoons but she'd be rather disappointed because she does look forward to Ted calling if only for the presents he brings her. Wouldn't you like to see me totally happy and satisfied? It isn't as if I loved him at all – it's only sex. Just think how good I'll be to you if you let me have this extra bit of pleasure." By this time I was right on the point of ejaculating but somehow Dawn was preventing it happening. "Please say I can let Ted can keep on fucking me. Can I?" "Yes," I croaked and was immediately was rewarded by the most intense orgasm of my life. My whole lower body was in spasm as jet after jet of semen gushed out of me, more than a week's supply all in one go. Dawn continued milking me to the end, all the time murmuring soothingly, "There, there love, that's nice, that's better isn't it." I think I fell asleep immediately at that point because I can remember nothing more and it took some minutes of wakefulness next morning before I remembered what I had agreed to. Dawn never mentioned it all. That set the tone for a very strange period because during the next three days the agreement still hadn't been talked about, in fact neither Dawn nor I even spoke Ted's name. On surface appearances, life carried on exactly the same as it had since my release and it was as if the traumatic events and confession of that Wednesday had never happened. On my part it was never far from my thought but I did manage to put it out of my mind during long hours catching up on the time I had missed with my little daughter. Unfortunately as the day approached for my rival's next visit even Crystals happy chattering could not ease my mounting feelings of tension. At the same time my wife could not conceal her mounting excitement, especially on the critical morning before I set off for work. During that afternoon I was in a bit of a state imagining what was happening at home and almost made several very careless mistakes. When I got home Dawn had an unmistakable sexually sated look. Her eyes found and held mine for a long moment passing some message of understanding but she said nothing, either then or after Crystal had gone to bed. I desperately wanted to know and I suspect that Dawn would have been eager to tell me but for some reason neither of us could find way to broach the subject. Although in the interim we had been having sex quite normally, now as on the previous Wednesday I found myself unable to take initiative – but this time, after a slight hesitation Dawn rolled close and pressed her rounded, hot (recently fucked) body against me. Once again she masturbated me, murmuring "Let me make you feel nice, I do love you so much." The same pattern was repeated for the next two weeks and it was not until the week after that my wife again spoke Ted's name (in my presence). After our daughter was asleep, Dawn suddenly muted the TV and asked, "How would you like our telephone re-connected?" "We're barely getting by as it is – we just can't afford it," I told her giving the idea scant consideration. "Ted would pay." "Why would he do that," I snapped, disturbed that his part in our marriage had been acknowledged. "There was trouble at the prison this morning and for a time he thought he couldn't get away. He was frustrated at not being able to let me know and thought of this in case it happens again. Ted actually wanted to get me a fancy little mobile. I knew you would regard that as a present for me so I suggested he get our phone back on instead – it will cost about the same so he said OK." I knew that I was opening the door to daytime conversations between them but the fact was I would welcome the chance to contact Dawn from work myself, so I agreed." That incident seemed to break the dam because I found myself able to ask questions about her and her lover and Dawn willingly answered. In bed we fucked and I enjoyed the silky smooth feeling of sloppy seconds for the first time. From then on the presence of his cock in her earlier in the day placed no limitations on our love life – except for my favourite licking activity. It was about a month later the phone had its first real use. I arrived home on the Wednesday evening to find my wife in a very crabby mood. "Ted rang to say he couldn't make it," she said unhappily – "it seems a prisoner was found dead in his cell or something." Strangely I too felt a sense of disappointment. Late the following Saturday afternoon, just after we had eaten, as usual I was sitting on the floor playing with my daughter when there was knock on the door and my wife went to answer it. There was a delay of a couple of minutes and when she came back I was shocked to see the large figure of Ted following her. Before Dawn could speak, he strode across the room towards me with his hand outstretched and as an automatic gesture I took it. "Let me shake you hand as a free man," he said. "I want to say how much I admire you – there are very few husbands who are man enough to show your level of unselfishness." I was lost for words but need for a response was circumvented by Crystal jumping round his legs, her excitement at seeing him very obvious. On cue he produced a large fluffy teddy bear out of a carrier bag and the next moment he had replaced me squatting on the floor surrounded by her toys. While he was so distracted, Dawn beckoned me into the kitchen and once there she didn't beat about the bush. "Ted wants to fuck me," she said bluntly, "He says he can't last until next week without having me." "What about you?" I asked, my heart beating wildly with a mixture of arousal and panic. "I feel the same – since Wednesday I've nearly been going crazy wanting him inside me." I had been put on the spot and could hardly refuse but I was acutely aware that this was a drastic alteration to the status quo. Up until now my wife's low key pursuance of her affair and my lack of curiosity had allowed me the option of pretending that it wasn't happening and not think about it. Of course I did think about it but this new development brought it out into the open – right in my face so to speak. This mental activity must have taken a few moments because I came back to the moment with Dawn begging, "Please say that I can." Numbly I nodded. At that she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and turned to head happily back to the room containing our child and her lover. It was almost time for Crystal to go to bed, so with no wish to see Dawn and Ted together it was my intention to take our daughter upstairs out of the way but before I could act my wife said brightly, "I'm getting this little bundle up the wooden hill to dreamland. I'll be about half an hour so perhaps you'd like to offer Ted a drink." "A beer would do nicely," he said, not waiting for me to go through the motions. "I'm afraid it will have to be tea," I told him. "There may be a bit of coffee but I doubt it and our finances don't run to alcohol," I added, drawing a small degree of pleasure from disappointing him." "Tea will be fine, "he said with a grin. I headed towards the kitchen glad of an excuse to escape his presence, (I mean what do you say to a man who is in the house specifically to fuck your wife?) but annoyingly he got up and followed me. "How's the job going – I've had good reports from the manager but I'd really like to know how you are really finding it?" he enquired as I put the kettle on. Following on from my answer, we conversed politely both about my work and recent events at the prison and although it started out rather forced, by the time Dawn reappeared we were chatting quite easily. The strange fact is that, despite the sex thing, I found it hard to dislike the man. When Dawn came down she walked to stand in front of me and said with a touch of hesitation, "Look, I've got a bit of cash spare love if you want to pop down to the pub for an hour or so." I shook my head, "I'll stay – I think I'll catch that film we'd planned to watch." Dawn smiled and left the room, closely followed by her lover leaving me to my own devices. This was the first time I had been actually in the house while she was having sex with the other man and I didn't know how I was going to handle it. It was now 8.30 with another half hour before the film so I decided that I would read the newspaper and try to pretend that it wasn't happening. For quite a while this worked well because all was quiet but eventually sound started emanating from upstairs. Fortunately it was time for the film to start and at first the TV noise blanked out the sound of their lovemaking but I soon had to increase the volume. They were in our bedroom immediately above and I suspect that the sound travelled down the defunct chimney. Pretty soon I had to put the TV control up to full setting to hide of their carnal noises from my ears – it's ironic now to think that I went to those lengths to hide the sound of them fucking when on many subsequent occasions I was to go almost frantic trying to hear more than I could. During the commercial at the half way point of the film, I heard feet on the stairs and then Ted stuck his head into the room to see, "See you," before letting himself out the front door. A minute or two later Dawn came and snuggled up against me on the settee. "That was nice," she purred. "I love you so much – I must be the luckiest girl in the world to have an understanding husband like you. Now, what have I missed – what's happened in the film so far?" For the previous hour my mind had been so firmly centred above my head that I had only roughly followed the plot of the film but I managed to give sufficient resume to satisfy my wife. During the remaining half of the film, Dawn casually stroked my thigh. She didn't actually grasp my cock but she brushed against it so often she could have been left in no doubt about its very erect state. That Saturday created a precedent because exactly two weeks later about nine o'clock I answered the door to see Ted standing there. I think he saw from my face that I wasn't too pleased to see him so he hastened to reassure me explaining "I've come to celebrate my promotion nothing else. Some of the guys at work are a bit pissed at me being chosen so I can't celebrate with them – so I thought who better to push the boat out with than my two favourite people." As I let him in carrying two bursting carrier bags, he said, "I've also come to rectify a grievous situation – whoever heard of a house with no alcohol at all?" He had brought three four packs of lager, a bottle each of whisky and vodka, mixers and a range of snacks. Dawn quickly found glasses and set out the food on the table. She was obviously pleased to see him but I had reservations, still suspecting sex was the undeclared motive for his visit. However it seemed that I was mistaken because we had a very pleasant evening getting quietly merry and talking about every subject under the sun – and during the whole time there was no physical contact between them or even any sexual innuendo. It was well after midnight before Ted stood up saying he had to go. Dawn was quickly on her feet saying firmly, "You're not driving anywhere in that state – you can sleep here for the night. Fortunately I got a duvet and pillows for the spare bed only this week." (This was the first I had heard about new bedding and it did make me wonder how much this 'surprise' visit had been pre-planned.) Shortly afterwards Ted went upstairs while we lingered for several minutes tidying up before heading upstairs together. At the top of the stairs Dawn stepped aside and said, "You go on, I'm just going to pop my head round the door to see if he needs anything – I'll be with you in a minute or so." So I visited the bathroom and then got in bed to wait but time passed and she didn't come. Then, inevitably I heard the sound of sexual activity from next door. At first I tried to block my ears but soon my wife's cries of pleasure were too loud to and I soon stopped trying. It was not long after that that I actually started to wish the acoustics from the adjoining bedroom were as clear as they had been when I was downstairs a fortnight before. This time was a breakthrough. Almost right from the start I had gained arousal from my wife's infidelity but I had tried to fight it – now I just relaxed and let the thoughts and sensations take over. Eventually, the bedroom door opened and Dawn scampered in naked with her discarded clothes bundled under her arm. Snuggling in bed beside me she whispered, "Sorry – being alone in a bedroom with Ted I just couldn't not let him fuck me. Anyway, it's your turn now and it's going to be special – you said last time how nice it felt, putting your little dick in me after he had filled me up." I knew it was a treat I was by-passing but there was something I badly wanted to do instead. I don't actual know where the desire came from because up until that moment the thought had revolted me – I can only guess that it had something to do with the whisky I'd consumed. Without giving any warning I ducked down under the bedclothes Up until that moment I had never heard the word 'cuckold' or the term 'cream pie', (it was actually Ted who enlightened me some time later), so I've no idea where the driving force came from. I enjoy licking pussy so much that I perhaps I was just determined not to let Dawn fucking another man immediately before, restrict that pleasure for me. Incarcerated I'm not quite sure what I expected but was certainly surprised by the heat generated by her whole genital area and as my head got closer, it was to find that the bulk of it was radiating from her inflamed vulva. I regretted not having pushed the duvet back because in the partial light I couldn't see clearly what her well fucked cunt looked like. Previously when performing cunnilingus, apart from a bit of foreplay with her tits, I needed to get her aroused from scratch but now she was in the full heat of passion before I even started. Before this I had always licked her before intercourse but I decided then that in future I would do it afterwards as well. I must also mention the overwhelming smell of sex with my head enveloped within an area of concentrated pheromones. As to the taste I couldn't really tell. I will admit that there was an acrid aftertaste but in the main my wife's copious delicious juices drowned out Ted's contribution. I have to admit that I ejaculated before finishing the task so that pleasure had made me sacrifice my sloppy seconds fuck. Ted turned up again the following Saturday, on some other pretence and again spent the night with the same outcome as before. After that he just arrived every Saturday, sometimes just before bedtime but at others intending to spend the evening with us. The first three times my wife jumped in bed with me after pleasuring him but the forth time she never arrived. On the Sunday morning, after he had left, Dawn apologised saying that she had fallen asleep but she must have taken my easy acceptance of her excuse as permission because from then on she remained in his bed until morning, I was not too upset by this. When available I had a compulsive desire to do that humiliating cream pie thing but afterwards felt deeply ashamed, so it was rather a relief to be denied the opportunity. Another benefit was that they now had time for an encore and I did rather enjoy listening to them going at it. Thee only problem was that I couldn't hear very well and several times I was tempted to slip downstairs to take advantage of the acoustic benefit of the chimney. One Saturday, having enjoyed a can of beer too many, I had need to visit to visit the toilet. Passing the other bedroom door I was pleasantly surprised at how much better I could hear. Over the ensuing weeks I must have spent hours with my ear pressed against that damn door. One time I found the door ajar allowing an oblique but clear view of the bed. The light was on, both were naked and they were fucking as if their lives depended on it. In one strange way my jealousy actually went down a notch because they were very obviously not making love. It was impressive. Dawn had been correct in her prediction that if I ever saw them 'doing it' I would understand why she enjoyed sex with him so much. I had assumed that the open door had been a lucky mistake but it was open again the following Saturday and remained so thereafter. It may be hard to believe that in all the many times that I enjoyed the benefit, I never once considered that they were leaving the door open deliberately. I either got careless but one time the inevitable happened and I was caught. It was my wife who caught me. She was again in the position where she was riding his cock with her back towards him as he reclined. As she was facing in my direction I knew that I should stay hidden but it was the most evocative position and I couldn't resist taking quick peeks. Just as I popped my head out again I found she was looking directly at me. Dawn gave a shriek and covered her face with her hands but the undulated rhythm of her pelvis continued as if by reflex action. Ted had been lying with his eyes shut but now he looked past her bouncing buttocks. When he saw me his reaction was completely different. With a wide grin on his face he beckoned to me and invited, "Come in, get as close as you like," and as I walked hesitantly forward he added, "Make yourself at home, wander around as much as you like until you find the best angle." What was to follow was possibly the most emotionally powerful hour of my life. I was able to experience this close up voyeur role on another three occasions but none had quite the impact of the first time. If you are hoping for a blow by blow, in sequence account of what happened then you will be disappointed because the whole event is largely a blur with only a selection of moments and thoughts imprinted indelibly on my psyche. They had been at it for a while before my intrusion, as evidenced by the sheen of perspiration covering both of their naked bodies. Within a very short time I was sweating as profusely as they and that just from watching. They were magnificent. Their meshed bodies looked so right, as if they belonged with each and had not Dawn been my much loved wife I would have said that they represented the perfect physical match that nature intended. Watching from outside on the landing it had been impressive but inside and close up it was more so by a whole order of magnitude. The sexual odour emanating from their conjoined genitals was almost overpowering and during quieter moments I could clearly hear the murmured endearments that they exchanged, which would have been inaudible outside the door. It was like having my own personal porn show but infinitely better because there was no sense of them being professionals paid to perform. During moments when they seemed too deeply engrossed with each other, I calmed myself by saying to myself 'I'm the one that she loves' and every time she had one of her massive screaming orgasms, I had the need to mentally repeat those words, as a mantra, over and over again but with diminishing conviction. I always sleep naked but whenever I leave the bedroom, I always slip on a pair of pyjama bottoms first, even when going to the toilet in the middle of the night. I don't know if this habit comes from my upbringing or springs from an irrational fear of confronting a theoretical burglar with my tackle on display. Now I was reaping the benefit. Although I had a very stiff erection it was covered from view and I was spared the humiliation of having my very average sized cock directly compared to his prime specimen. They changed position frequently, did so with practiced smoothness and with the trigger for the switch seemingly telepathic. One time Dawn suddenly abandoned one of the cowgirls to run round to lie face down on the side of the bed with her bottom over the edge. Ted quickly moved round behind her but instead of immediately plunging home he beckoned me to join him then pointed to her gaping cunt. It looked dark pink with the dilated lips actually quivering in anticipation of his large organ sliding back in. "Isn't that just the most beautiful sight in the world?" Ted remarked but I was so short f breath at I could only nod. "Don't you wish," he said and I nodded again with heartfelt fervour. With no more ado he pushed back in, with the action causing a sigh of satisfaction from my wife. Not so much that first time but on future occasions, Ted liked to provoke me with taunting remarks. I rather liked watching either of the two alternative female on top positions. The trouble was that these allowed him to converse and ask me questions, such as, 'Is your dick long enough to do this, even if it is it must be frustrating to have it slipping out all the time.' That one in particular made me cringe because that personal information could only have come from my wife. My head contains a kaleidoscope of images captured but one wonderful lengthy sequence. Dawn was lying on her back in a missionary variation, with her legs pulled back so effectively that her knees were almost touching her ears. Ted lay above her, supporting himself with just fingers and toes, but with their bodies not actually touching except at the one contact point. His cock was totally rigid and powering into her like a well oiled piston, with her beneath him in a constant state of pleasure induced delirium. I was intensely aroused but deep deep down there was an implacable sense of hurt at the knowledge that my wife's passion had been inspired by and was directed towards someone other than myself. In fairness I must mention that they repeated this exact position every other time that I was present, so it is possible that memories of later occasions have become superimposed on the first. I know that I only disgraced myself on that first occasion. It was only after Ted had given his usual terminal bellow and rolled immediately to the side, that I realised that I had cum without even touching myself. I felt totally humiliated wondering what my wife would think of my weakness. I need not have worried because, although Dawn immediately realised what had happened, she gazed up at me happily and enthused, "This is really wonderful. Ted is crazy about my cunt, I love having his gorgeous cock inside me and now it's a massive extra thrill to know that you get off watching Ted and me fuck. All three of us win." As I left to return to my bedroom, I kind assumed that I would be able to watch again regularly but over the ensuing months it became an irregular treat with their door firmly shut against me the rest of the time. Despite my wife's apparent enthusiasm for my involvement just before I left, I think she subsequently changed her mind. Ted enjoyed playing up the cuckold angle so I can understand why he liked having me present playing voyeur but I think that Dawn decided that she would rather I didn't watch. I'm convinced that those times that I was allowed to watch were at his insistence Life went on and fell into a regular pattern. Although my highs were outnumbered by the lows I had become inured to the routine and was quite unprepared for change. However, one night, I had just started messing about when Dawn pushed me away saying, "Lie still for a bit – there's something I need to tell you – I don't want you to fuck me any more. Don't worry, everything else that we do is still fine but I just don't want your penis inside me." I was totally shocked. "But why?" "Well I've been thinking about this for a long time – it's just that I don't get any pleasure that way from you any more. Ted gives me all that I need in that kind of sensation." "It's Ted that wants this isn't it," I accused. "I'll admit it was Ted that brought it up but I can't argue with much he had to say – I really believe that it would be better all round if he did all the fucking. It's really my fault. For quite a while Ted has been a bit possessive and grumbling about the full sex I have with you. Well one day, to shut him up I told him I couldn't see what was bothering him because he was so much better at it than you – I said that got so little sensation when you were inside me that it just wasn't worth him bothering about. Unfortunately he used that as extra ammunition. I know he likes licking me when we first start so I tried a different ploy. I said that he was as inferior to you at licking as you were to him fucking. He accepted that so I said that to be fair, if I stopped you fucking me then he had to give up licking. I thought that would be the end of it but to my surprise he agreed." "Well I haven't agreed," I said, "I can't possibly survive if you stop me having you." Dawn was silent for a moment or two and then she asked, "How many times do you actually fuck me on average each week" "Three times – no make that twice," I answered. "And how long do think you last?" I honestly didn't know but I could remember quite a few fairly long sex sessions. "Quite a while," I said but then out of honest I added, "- but a couple times I was just a bit quick." "I've been keeping a diary since Ted first brought this up," Dawn told me. "During the last twenty-nine days that I was available for sex there were six nights that I spent entirely in Ted's bed without any sexual contact with you. Of the remaining twenty-three you went straight to sleep three times but I think two of those times you had masturbated too much while I was with Ted. Then there were three times that you came while you were in the middle of sucking me, after I'd spent the whole of the previous night with Ted and that's not counting the time that the same thing happened after we'd let you watch us fucking. I sucked you off twice and got you off with my hand six times. On another five occasions you looked after yourself while I played with myself and talked about Ted's cock and how good it felt inside me. In all that time you only put your dick inside me twice - both times it was all over in under two minutes and I'm not even going to mention the time you squirted all over my thigh before you'd even got it in. So you see sweetheart, neither of us feel much when you have your cock inside me so I honestly don't think you'll miss fucking me all that much – and you will have compensations." I should have stuck to my guns but curiosity made me ask, "What kind of compensations?" "Well we'd let you watch more for a start – I know how much you like that." "And?" Dawn hesitated. "I might let you fuck my bum – but not often, just special occasions like your birthday and if ever I want to be especially nice to you. I don't particularly like doing it because it hurts but it's better than cutting you off completely." I must admit that for just a moment I was tempted by that anal option but I had decided. "No," I said loudly. I think that Dawn had been prepared for further negations but she was totally surprised by my rejection of what she asked. "What do you mean?" "I mean that I'm not going to make any more concession," I said firmly. "Every time that you ask for something more you make it sound very reasonable almost trivial and perhaps it is but the cumulative change in our relationship since I got out of prison is massive. I'm just not prepared to give any more." It was very obvious that my wife had no plan B because she was floundering, starting and abandoning several sentences before deciding on, "But I thought I'd explained that you really wouldn't be giving up anything." Ignoring what she said I carried on, "I was expecting this. If I give way the next thing will be that you turn up pregnant, you won't ask my permission, it will happen, a missed birth control pill or two along the way sort of thing. I'm not saying that you would have done it deliberately but it wouldn't be totally accidental either." The flash of guilt on Dawns face told me that she and Ted had discussed impregnation, with him almost certainly broaching the topic. "I promise that I would never let that happen, you've nothing to worry about on that score," she protested urgently." "Good, because if it did we would be stuck with him in our lives for the next eighteen years or more." I thought that Dawn was thinking about my last statement but she was actually retrenching before returning to the attack. "What about all that I said to you before, especially the bit about neither of us feeling much sensation any more when we fuck each other? You seem to be ignoring that altogether." "Everything in your list of complaints has a common denominator. Your pussy is stretched due to the size of his cock and my psychological quick fire problems are caused by your relationship with him. Take Ted out of the equation and I'm sure that we can get back to how we used to be. Remember how much we loved sex with each other before he came along." "But I thought you enjoyed how things are now," Dawn protested. "I'll admit that there are moments of intense pleasure but they are always balanced by periods in the pit of despair. It's not right and it's getting me down, I can't live like this any more." "What are you saying," my wife asked but she must have already guessed. "I want you to stop having sex with him." I told her bluntly. "But I can't give him up, not just like that." "It won't be 'just like that' I said mimicking her words. "You can continue seeing him to a limited degree for a few more months. The only thing that I insist on for now is that there will be no more Saturday nights. You can continue to have sex with him on Wednesday afternoons for a while longer because I can't stop that for the moment." "But how will we manage, without all the stuff that Ted brings for us on Saturdays we won't be able to live as well as we do." Now I smiled, "That won't be a problem. I was hoping to tell you this at a better time but I've been promoted and my job has stopped being semi charity. The firm has realised that I have real value to them so they've given me a huge pay rise and a five year contract." The good news excited Diane and for the moment she forgot about the discussion and smothered my face with kisses. That amatory period lasted for several minutes before we settled down but then she asked how long she could continue her now restricted sex with her lover. I said that in four months Crystal would be old enough to start school, just in time for the new term, and that meant that Dawn would be free to take on a part time job. I told her, "At least in theory that would leave you little opportunity to cheat with anyone, so that is the time for you to stop seeing Ted." The following evening, after eating I was sitting on the floor playing with my daughter when there was knock on the door. Dawn went to answer it and quickly returned with Ted following but instead of resuming her seat she grabbed our little girl and muttered something about taking Crystal to bed, before quickly leaving the room. The moment that we were alone, Ted said angrily, "What's all this shit about? Dawn says that you don't want me round here on Saturdays any more." "That's right," I confirmed but said nothing more. "What exactly brought this on?" "Dawn asked for more than I was prepared to give so I decided to end the whole arrangement." Ted obvious knew what I was referring to because it stopped him for a moment but then he said, "I thought you enjoyed our threesome set up?" "There were parts that I enjoyed a great deal but others that I hated," I told him honestly. "When I got out of prison I found myself in a situation. I was in a vulnerable position and didn't know what to do so I put up with it but now I want it to stop." "But you're a natural cuckold, I spotted that the first time that I laid eyes on you. You won't be able to stop because it's in your genes." "I may be what you say but I'm not contented and I want to try for happiness before it's too late." "What about all the cash and effort that I have devoted to you two, are you going to throw all that back in my face?" Ted asked, trying a different tack. "I'm very grateful for all that you have done for us but you can hardly claim that you haven't been well rewarded." Ted did not dispute that point. Instead, switching to reasonable mode he spread his hands in a gesture of openness and said, "I hadn't realised that you were unhappy with our special setup but we can easily change anything that you dislike. I will admit that we have possibly pushed for too much too soon." "Changing a few details isn't going to make any difference, I just want my wife back for myself and for us to live a normal life," I told him bluntly. "Impossible! You haven't a cat in hells chance. Do you seriously think that Dawn will ever again be satisfied with your cocktail sausage when she's had almost two years enjoying the real thing?" To emphasise his words, Ted rather crudely rubbed his groin. "Maybe not," I conceded, "but I know there will be a far better chance if you're not around." "Well maybe I don't want to quietly disappear, have you considered that? Although I'm not able to come to your house, if I ring her on a Saturday night do you think she will be able to resist coming to me? Incarcerated Ch. 02 I awoke Sunday afternoon with my conscience racked with guilt. The house was quiet and I threw on some shorts and went down to the kitchen to make some coffee. On the kitchen table was a note from Jim informing me that he had taken Rebecca, the nanny, and the kids to the club so they could play with friends at the pool while he played golf. At least that would give me a few hours of solitude to get my feelings straight and calm my upset stomach. The nausea I felt was probably caused by a combination of too much wine, a restless night of sleep and the guilt I felt for my actions the night before. As the caffeine began to hit my blood stream I began to think more clearly and I knew what I had to do. I had to put last night behind me and move forward. I would avoid Debbie and try and forget that the night before had ever happened. I was feeling much better after eating breakfast and I had just stepped out of the shower when the phone rang. When I picked it up I knew that forgetting that the night before had ever happened was not going to be as easy as I had hoped. "You left your bathing suit over hear last night, come over and pick it up," she said matter-of-factly as though last night had just been a normal evening. Her calm easy manner made me feel comfortable and I told her I would be over in a few minutes. Debbie met me at the door wearing a pair of white shorts and a bikini bathing suit top and as usual she looked amazing. She stepped aside and invited me in and walked into the living room ahead of me. My pulse quickened as we entered the room, but I relaxed as I saw my suit on the table in front of her. "How are you feeling," Debbie asked with a seemingly genuine sense of concern. "I'm alright now. My head was killing me when I woke up, but once I got a little food in my stomach and a few cups of coffee I felt much better." "That's good, you had a few too many glasses of wine last night and we were afraid would wouldn't see you for weeks. Here's your suit." She handed me the damp bathing suit. "Sit down, I'll get us a few glasses of Iced Tea," she said as she motioned to he couch. I sat down and watched as she walked off toward the kitchen I watched her ass gently sway from side to side. Stop that, I thought as dirty images of the previous night danced through my mind. Debbie walked into the room with two glasses of Iced Tea. She handed me one and sat down in the chair across from me. "This is really good," I said sipping the cool liquid. "I really should be going. I have a ton of work to do today." I placed my glass on a coaster, stood and started walking toward the door. Debbie looked at me with those blue green eyes and my resolve to leave melted. "Please," she motioned back to the couch. "Stay for a while." I sat back on the couch and watched, unable to move as she crossed the floor. She sat close to me on the couch and softly brushed a few strands of my hair from my cheek. "You enjoyed last night, did you not," she inquired in a low sexy voice. "Um, yes," I said softly. "I thought your might want a little more," she teased as her fingers traced small light circles on my neck. A shiver shook lightly through my body as Debbie pulled my face to hers. "You like to kiss don't you," she queried as she pressed her lips to mine. It was the first time I had kissed her and her lips were wonderfully soft yet firm. My mouth parted, inviting her tongue inside and she didn't disappoint. We kissed deeply as she pulled my top down to expose my boobs. Her fingers expertly caressed my heaving chest as we continued to kiss passionately. "Nic is coming over soon," she whispered. "You like Nic don't you. I sensed you two had some chemistry. Why don't you lick me before she gets here, then you two can be alone for a while." I slid down between Debbie's soft thighs and pulled her shorts down baring her pretty pussy. I kissed her thighs before nuzzling into the soft downy fur. Her scent caused my pulse to quicken and I parted her lips and licked her moist center. I closed my eyes and lost myself in her delicious pussy. I teased her lips licking and nibbling them as her juices began to flow. They covered my chin and I began to move in toward her clit. I stuck my tongue deep inside her searching for more of her nectar. Debbie's hands grabbed my hair and pulled hard. My face was thrust into her grotto as her hips bucked against my mouth. I sucked her clit into my mouth rubbing my tongue on it as I did. "That's it breeder, eat my cunt," she yelled. "Oh yeah you fucking pussy slut suck it there. Her hips thrust violently against he as she fucked my face harder still. My eyes were closed tightly and I felt her juices covering my face as I continued to suck her clit. I felt her thighs quiver and shake as she came hard. "Yes, fuck, you damn pussy slut, I'm coming," she said loudly as her hips bucked wildly. Her hands held my hair tightly forcing my face into her soaking wet pussy and I could barely breathe. "Damn, you eat pussy like a pro Karen. Who'd have thought that yesterday you were a useless breading cunt. From worthless cunt to cunt eater in a less than 24 hours," she chided as the door bell rang. "Come in," she yelled, her fingers still entwined in my hair. She held me firmly between her thighs as Nicky entered the room. I thought a saw a twinkle in Nic's eyes as she looked at me and I beamed. Debbie released her grip on my hair but I continued to sit between her splayed thighs looking up at Nic. "Do you have the blank contract Nic?" Debbie asked. "Yeah, what's it for," the big butch asked. "Don't you worry; just put it on the table. Nic, I think this little breeder likes you and I know you enjoyed her last night. Why don't you two go upstairs and have a little fun together," Debbie said as she motioned to the stairs. I looked up at Nic with pleading eyes. I don't know why, but it was important that she like me. I had felt the connection the night before, like she was different than Debbie and Sam. She had said some mean things but her tone was softer, and she was a more attentive lover than the other two. Nic took my hand in hers and led me upstairs into the guest bedroom. I saw Sara's clothes from the night before on a chair in the corner of the room, but it was otherwise empty. I pressed my body against Nic and kissed her softly on the lips. "Thank you." "For what," she asked. "For bringing me up here," I replied as I kissed her neck and began to undress her. She reached for the light switch, but I placed my hand on hers. "Can we leave it on? I want to look at you." "Not much to look at honey, but if you insist." "I disagree, you are very sexy," I said in my most sincere voice. I continued to take her clothes off while planting little butterfly kisses all over her soft wide body. Her breasts were huge, easily 42dd, but despite her wide frame her body was surprisingly firm and muscular. When she was naked I pressed her back on the bed and did a slow striptease looking deep into her amber eyes the entire time. I climbed onto the bed when my clothes were off and strattled her. I bent forward and kissed her deeply. Nic's hands held me close and I felt myself floating as we continued to kiss. There was no sense of urgency, just a gentle flow and a slowly building passion. I slid down next to her and lay beside her as the passion in our soft wet kisses increased. Nic's hands touched my swollen sex and I moaned softly into her mouth. I spread my legs wide to allow her unfettered access and her fingers moved gracefully across the soft wet folds of my excited pussy. My excitement built as Nic's expert fingers brought me to a quick powerful orgasm which left me breathless. When I had recovered from the tremors I kissed Nicky deeply before leaving her mouth and kissing the nape of her neck. I kissed down to her big beautiful breasts and squeezed and kissed them softly. I continued to make love to her breasts and her moans of encouragement spurred me on. Eventually I left her tits and kissed my way down her surprisingly flat stomach to her thick furry mound. I settled between her powerful legs and licked and sucked lovingly at her grotto careful to avoid sending her over the edge. Finally when I sensed she needed to come to retain her sanity I licked and sucked her clit until she exploded in an enormous quivering orgasm. Her juices covered my face and she pushed me away from her sensitive clit. I continued to kiss and suck lovingly on her outer lips and upper thighs as she gently ran her fingers through my hair. "You are a fantastic lover Karen," Nic said lovingly as she pulled me effortlessly up by her side. We began kissing again and soon our passion was at a seemingly new high. Nicky rolled on top of me and with her right hand she spread my pussy wide. I could feel the rough fur of her pubic mound pressed enticingly against my clit as she pressed her full weight down on top of me. Our lips met in a passionate kiss as our tongues entwined. Our hips bucked together rhythmically as Nic rode me to the abyss. The orgasm started in my toes and rose like a title wave. I screamed loudly into Nic's mouth as wave after wave of orgasms wracked my body. A new tremor would begin just as the previous subsided. The room began to spin as my fingers clutched at my powerful lover's hips. I rode the storm of pleasure until my body couldn't take anymore and then the room went black. I looked up into Nic's pretty amber eyes as I awoke and I smiled. Her head was propped up on one elbow and she was looking at me with a serene smile on her face. Her face appeared much prettier than before and she had a soft glow in her cheeks. "Welcome back honey," she said lovingly and kissed my softly on the forehead. I continued to lie in Nic's warm embrace until the sun went down the glow from behind the blinds disappeared. No words were said, we just lay silently as our fingers gently caressed each other. Debbie opened the door and told me that Jim wanted me home to say good night to the kids. I slowly dressed and kissed Nicky deeply before I walked back to my house. Incarcerated Ch. 03 Jim did not say a word to me when I got home Sunday night and I felt my world was tearing apart. I slept restlessly that night and woke up several times to terrifying dreams that I could not remember. When daylight came I showered and dressed for work. I kissed the kids good bye and walked out the door. I didn’t know it at the time, but that would be the last time I saw them for a week. My day at the library passed slowly as Monday’s often do. I was preparing to leave when Sam appeared at the door. My heart sank as she walked up to my desk with a grin on her face. “You get off at three rights,” she asked. “Yes, why,” I replied. “Alright, I will be out in the parking lot. Debbie wanted me to pick you up,” she said ignoring my question. “I have my car here,” I said. “I can drive myself home and I will stop over Debbie’s house after I get home.” “We’re not going home,” she said and then turned to leave. “I am parked next to your car so I’ll see you outside.” I looked around and I was grateful that no one had seen me talking to Sam. She had been dressed in a pair of men’s pleated slacks and a silk button down shirt and surely anyone who saw her would have thought she was a man. I certainly did not want to have to explain my conversation with her to any of my coworkers most of whom were terrible gossips. Sam was waiting for me in a black Chevy Tahoe and she smiled and patted the seat as I climbed inside. Her hand reached across the car and softly caressed my left thigh as she slid my skirt up near my waist. “Take your panties off and hand them to me,” she ordered. “What? I don’t think so,” I said boldly. She flexed her arms and I saw the muscles ripple. “Look bitch; take your fucking panties off now. Got it?” “Yes,” I said meekly and I pulled my panties off and held them in my hands. “That’s better,” she said smugly as her fingers touched my bare pussy. I closed my eyes as she parted my lips and pushed her fingers roughly inside me. My nipples stiffened and my pussy moistened as she found my clit poking out of its hood. “See, I knew you wanted this.” My legs parted as I allowed Sam to finger me to a quick orgasm in the parking lot of my employer. I bit my lip to stifle a cry of pleasure as I came hard. Sam put the car in gear and drove quickly out of town. We pulled up in front of a tattoo and body piercing parlor in a bad section of the city and Sam directed me inside with a hand on the small of my back. Once in side Sam pushed me gently through a back door into a private room when a rough looking woman in her early 30’s sat. She had shoulder length dark hair and was about 40 pounds overweight with a hard weathered face. “This is the one you told me about,” the dark haired woman asked Sam. “Yeah, are you all set up,” Sam replied. “Just give me a minute, why don’t you take her dress off and lock the door; we don’t want any customers wandering in here and seeing here naked.” Sam looked at me expectantly and I lowered my head and I slipped my skirt down over my hips. I stepped out of the skirt and took off my blouse and bra and stood naked in the room. The dark haired woman motioned me over to a reclining chair and I obediently sat in it. “Do you want me to start with the piercing first?” she asked Sam. “Why don’t you play with her pussy and get her hot before you pierce her nipples. But don’t let her cum. She becomes a real firecracker if you get her blood boiling but don’t give her relief.” The dark haired woman ran her finger through my trimmed bush then reached for a pair of clippers. “I think I’ll shave her first, I bet she tastes real sweet,” she said as if I was an inanimate object. “Your call, and I don’t know how she tastes, I just fuck em, I don’t want my mouth near her fucking pussy,” Sam replied in a disgusted tone. The dark haired woman grabbed a pair of clippers. “Spread you legs nice and wide,” she said enthusiastically. I spread my legs and she carefully trimmed my pussy fur to less than a quarter inch. Then she grabbed some wax a cheese cloth and removed the remaining hair while I yelled out in pain. Her fingers slid inside my shockingly wet pussy. “You kind of enjoyed the pain didn’t you,” she teased as her fingers moved across my sensitive but aroused lips. My legs splayed and the dark haired woman lowered her mouth to my waiting pussy. I felt an orgasm begin to build deep in my abdomen and I closed my eyes. My hands went to the dark haired woman’s head as she licked my pussy. She knew what she was doing and soon my toes were curling and thy legs began to quiver but each time I got close to the point of no return she would move away from my clit and allow me to settle back. She continued with the torturous teasing until I was ready to scream. She sensed what I needed and she plunged two fingers inside me and began to assault my swollen clit. “Yeas, right there,” I moaned. Her fingers pumped into my wet hole as I closed in on ecstasy when suddenly she stopped. “No, don’t stop,” I pleaded. She reached behind her, grabbed the piercing gun and shot a hoop through my rigid nipple. I screamed out in pain and she repeated the procedure on my other nipple. Tears streamed down my face as she lowered her mouth back to my pussy. She attacked my pussy and soon had me cumming over her face. I looked down at her shiny face through glossy eyes and smiled. “Thank you. I don’t even know your name.” “I’m Lisa, friends call me Lee,” she said as she wiped my juices from her mouth. “Now lie back, I just have one more thing to do, but this might take a while.” Sam came over and placed a blindfold over my eyes and I felt the hum of a tattoo machine as Lee branded me with Debbie’s chosen tattoo. When she finished Lee handed me a mirror so I could see her handiwork. In black in and gothic letters read the word Pussy Slut where my pubic hair used to reside. The sun had set when Sam led me back into the car. She drove us to Debbie’s house and told me to go up into the guest room and get undressed. I complied wither order and when she came into the room I dropped to my knees and licked her swollen clit until she came. She degraded me the entire time, calling me a whore and various other names as she came, then she climbed into bed and went to sleep. I climbed into bed beside her and cried softly until I finally drifted off to sleep. Incarcerated “Deb, she likes it up the ass,” Nic said. “You should have brought out the smaller cock because that thing won’t fit.” “It will when I am through with her, but we will get to that later, first I am going to fuck this breeder like no man ever has,” Debbie said as she rolled me over and climbed on top of me. The big black cock slipped easily into my overheated pussy. She fucked me with long slow strokes and my hips matched her thrusts like we were one. Her tempo increased and our hips trust together in unison. She was fucking me powerfully when I felt my long overdue climax begin deep in my womb. My legs shivered and quaked and I pulled her mouth to mine to try and kiss her but she pulled away. “You stupid cunt, I decide when you get kissed, what a worthless fucking pussy licker you are? You like my big black cock don’t you whore. That’s right fuck me bitch,” she said as her hips never slowed and she continued unleashed a barrage of degrading insults while body writhed with pleasure. When my climax subsided I looked up just in time to see Sam walking over to us. “Get up bitch,” Debbie yelled and I quickly complied. Sam pulled down her bathing suit and I stared at what looked a 1” cock with a pussy around it. “Lay down on your back, sugar I am going to feed you your husbands cum,” Sam said as she lowered her pussy to my waiting mouth. The taste was tangy, a mix of pussy and cum and I licked it all like pudding. When her pussy was empty I sucked on her miniature cock until she exploded in my mouth. My jaw ached as Debbie walked me home. I had eaten seven different pussies, everyone except Sara, who I didn’t see the entire night, but I did hear her scream out in pleasure several times. It was 8:00 in the morning and I was a well fucked pussy loving breeder and I knew that this was just the beginning. ....To Be Continued