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Trophy Wife Ch. 01

By: johngalt47



Ann had known Kari for half-dozen years. They met when their daughters started attending the two-year-old Sunday School class. Now, six years later, Ann and Kari taught the Third Grade Girl’s Sunday School class together. 

Although Ann was ten years older than Kari, Ann and Kari had become good if not close friends over the years. The previous fall, when Ann had been promoted to Director of Finance at her non-profit about the same time that her husband, Ted, had become VP of Engineering at his firm, they had invited Kari and her husband, Bob, to the joint celebration party.

This weekend Ann and Kari were shepherding their 12 third-grade charges at a church camp retreat. Friday was an elementary school holiday so the group had arrived at camp in time for lunch and a hike through the hills around the camp. The fresh air and exercise had done in the girls and they were asleep shortly after lights out.

Ann and Kari had retreated to the Counselor’s Cabin and their shared bedroom. To mutual amusement, they discovered that each had brought a bottle of wine for each night of the retreat. Ann popped a cork as they both began to get ready for bed.

Ann showered first, changing into her standard long tee and panties. Kari went in to shower when Ann came out. Ann was enjoying her second glass of wine when she heard Kari return.

As Kari approached the other bed, Ann looked up from her book. She was momentarily stunned. Kari was wearing a long yellow silk nightgown. The slit up one leg of the gown revealed enough tanned (already/still in April?) leg and hip that Ann knew that Kari was probably wearing nothing underneath. The waist was elasticized but the bust was full. The gown was backless with wide shoulder straps. Ann saw this as Kari bent over to pull down the bed covers. As Kari stood momentarily before sitting down, the light behind her made the gown translucent and Ann could appreciate both slender well-formed legs.

If the sight of Kari standing in front of the light had transfixed Ann, Kari sitting was even more revealing. As she swung her legs onto the bed, the slit in the skirt was towards Ann. If any more leg had been showing, Ann was sure that Kari would have demonstrated the difference between Adam and Eve. The light was now profiling Kari. Ann could see Kari’s breasts and nipples as if the gown were transparent.

“What are you reading?”

The sound of Kari’s voice snapped Ann out of her appreciation of her roommate’s form. Ann whipped her eyes up to Kari’s face, feeling guilty for looking at her friend that way.

“White Noise by DeLillo,” Ann replied.

“You read a lot of modern fiction?” Kari asked.

It turned out that they both read a lot of fiction. Of course Oprah’s book of the month was a must for both of them. But they also had read a surprising number of the same books from other current writers. They discussed everything from Carmac McCarthy’s symbolism to Proulx’s philosophy of life. The conversation was lively and continued until they finished the bottle of wine.

“My husband thinks I’m foolish for reading all these books,” Kari commented as she finished the last drops in her glass.

“Kari, how can it be foolish to exercise your mind like this,” Ann replied. “Even though Ted doesn’t read a lot of fiction, he always is interested in what I’m reading. He says it stimulates him just to listen to me talk about my current book.”

“Not much of what I do stimulates Bob,” Kari stated bitterly.

“Kari, I can’t believe that,” Ann said. “A smart, beautiful woman like you with your bright, good-mannered children? You’ve got a lot to stimulate Bob with.”

Kari stood up and stepped over to Ann’s bed. “Thanks for being a good friend,” she said as she leaned over and put her arms around Ann to hug her. “Good night.”

When Kari had moved towards Ann’s bed, Ann had been treated to another shot of Kari’s form back lighted from the lamp on the other side of Kari’s bed. Then when Kari had given Ann a hug, two pairs of nipples had rubbed briefly before their breasts had mashed together. When Kari sat back down on her bed and swung her legs up, Ann had gotten a flash of golden curls behind the slit skirt. To top it all off when Kari leaned across the bed to switch off the far lamp, her two smooth cheeks had inadvertently mooned Ann through the shifting slit.

Ann quickly switched off her light. She felt a flush and arousal from the sights and touches that she had just experienced. She had experienced the delights of woman-to-woman lovemaking before, but then she had been seduced. A younger woman had enticed her and she had surrendered. This time she was the one feeling lust toward another woman. She couldn’t allow herself to follow through with her friend and certainly not on a church retreat.

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Saturday morning found both women scurrying around in their undies, as they got ready. Kari noticed Ann staring at her nipples, which were partially visible through the lacy bra that she wore. The second time that Kari caught Ann staring, Kari felt her nipples erect. She had not had a woman look at her nipples since PE her freshman year in college. Kari felt a blush spread across her cheeks as her nipples began to tent the soft material. She turned quickly to the mirror and began applying her lipstick. Glancing in the mirror at her friend, she could tell that Ann was now looking at the globes of her ass, which were exposed by her T-backed panties. Kari also checked out Ann. She saw the outline of her friend’s nipples and areolas through the thin sports bra that she had donned. Kari could see the red curls of Ann’s bush behind the semi-transparent nylon panties. Kari’s blush deepened as she forced her attention back to her lipstick. Kari hadn’t looked so closely at a female since her senior year in high school. 

When Kari looked for Ann again, she could see her hurriedly tucking in her blouse as she exited the room. “I’ll go check on the Girly Dozen. Meet you in the camp mess hall,” Ann called as she almost ran out of the room.

The camp staff had planned the activities for the day. Play-acting a Bible story in the morning was followed by crafts after lunch and some vigorous games in the late afternoon. Again the girls were tired out and went down easily. 9:30 found Kari and Ann back in their room opening a bottle of wine.

This time Kari showered first. As soon as Kari came out Ann went in to shower. Kari was in bed and modestly covered when Ann came back out.

This night’s conversation flitted around various topics from church activities to college high jinks. The two tongues got looser as a second bottle of wine was opened. The discussion moved to how old were you when you first did it and into raunchier areas.

“Where was the riskiest place you ever did it,” Kari asked.

“One night at Six Flags Ted and I were in the last car on the roller coaster. I managed to give him a blowjob before the ride finished. What about you?”

“My sophomore year in college my boyfriend came to visit me after Christmas through New Year’s. My parents put him in the guest bedroom. One night while watching TV I claimed a headache and went to my room. I took off my clothes and put on a robe. I waited until I heard my boyfriend go to the bathroom. I followed him in and hopped up on the sink offering him everything.” Kari changed the subject again. “Now, as an old married woman how often do you make it?”

Kari blushed hotly, not believing what she had asked, as Ann’s head whipped around to look at her in shock. But Kari could see that Ann’s nipples were hard points under her sleep tee. Kari could feel that her own nipples were responding to the conversation and a moist puddle was forming between her thighs. 

After a brief pause Ann giggled. “Do you mean how often do Ted and I screw or how often do I get to the Big Bang?” 

“Both.” Kari was curious and had decided that the alcohol would cover her actions if Ann seemed offended.

“Well, Ted and I get together about three or four times a week. But he almost always gives me an orgasm by, uh, going down on me and then again inside me. Say six or seven bangs from the buck.” She laughed at her own joke and Kari joined in. “How often does Bob do you?”

Kari’s chuckles abruptly stopped. Her face turned into a grimace and she began to sob. “He hasn’t touched me in over four months!” Her tears flowed freely as she thought of the past and imagined what lay ahead.

Kari had met Bob Waters as she began her junior year in college. He was just finishing his residency as a cardio vascular surgeon. Although there was a twelve-year difference in their ages, Kari was swept away by the suave, handsome doctor who seemed to be able to spend money freely on nice dinners and exotic vacations. They had married right after she graduated. The daughter who had introduced her to Ann had come the following year.

Ann got out of bed and went over to console Kari. “It’s probably nothing. Maybe he’s been working too hard or he’s a little depressed.”

Kari put her arms around Ann trying to bury her sobs in Ann’s shoulder. Ann in turn put one arm around Kari’s back and the other under Kari’s arm and joined her hands at Kari’s side.

“At first I thought that it was the fact that I had gained four pounds at Thanksgiving, so I worked out harder and lost them. But then, oh, Ann!” Kari exclaimed. “He told me Thursday night that he’s moving out next week. He’s going to divorce me and marry that bitch! That Barbara Streeter!” Her sobs resumed. “Please be a friend and just hold me,” pleaded Kari. 

Ann remembered meeting Barbara at church last summer. She was a petite, curvy brunette, fresh out of nursing school and new in Bob’s office. Ann had thought at the time that there were vibes between the young nurse and the doctor who was twenty years older, but Ann had dismissed the feeling. Woman’s intuition had just been confirmed again.

Kari slumped over in Ann’s lap, her face outward and her legs stretched out to the side. Kari held tight onto Ann’s arm during this maneuver. Kari just wanted to touch and connect with another human being. When Kari finished squirming, she found that she had positioned Ann’s hand to cup one of her breasts. 

Although Ann wanted just to console her friend, Kari’s breast in her hand coupled with the memory of what they looked like last night and this morning plus the just ended conversation was exciting Ann. The view of Kari’s legs was not helping either. When Kari had slumped down and stretched out her legs, the slit had bunched up to her waist. Now her leg was completely exposed and the way she had twisted around had moved the slit over her firm ass. Kari continued to cry.

Ann suppressed the heat between her legs. Kari needed comfort, not a shocking sexual advance from a female. Ann began to stroke Kari gently from her shoulder down her back to her waist. After about five minutes, the sobs began to subside.

“That feels nice,” Kari breathed. She wiggled around a little, pulling her near arm out and reaching around Ann’s waist with it. She began to draw patterns on Ann’s hip. Her other hand continued to trap Ann’s hand under her breast and began an almost imperceptible rhythm of pressing the hand against her breast and then releasing it. Kari felt so safe in the arms of the older woman. She also thought back to the pleasure that she had gotten from one of her girlfriends in high school at a sleepover. Just a little fooling around and petting, but she remembered the tenderness of that encounter now.

When Ann realized that Kari wanted/needed more than just sympathy tonight, the fire between her legs that she had almost smothered roared back to life. Kari wanted involvement with another human and Ann was the human in the room. Ann wasn’t sure how far Kari wanted to go or if Kari would admit to herself how far she wanted to go.

Ann lengthened her caresses down to the bare skin of Kari’s hip. Kari sighed. The next time Ann’s hand visited that soft skin Kari rolled onto her side so that her back was against Ann’s tummy. This caused Ann’s hand to slip forward across Kari’s tummy. Ann’s fingertips grazed the curls there.

Kari didn’t flinch or move. Ann also noticed that Kari continued to clutch Ann’s other hand to her breast. Ann began circular caresses on Kari’s abdomen.

Ann leaned down and kissed Kari’s cheek. “It’s OK. I’ll take care of you,” Ann murmured. She started little kisses across Kari’s cheek and neck. Then moving up to Kari’s ear, Ann swirled her tongue around the earlobe and began whispering.

“Such a beautiful person, gorgeous on the outside, wonderful on the inside.”

Ann was caressing the breast that she had been holding. The nipple hardened in her palm as the pads of her fingers used the satiny gown material to glide almost effortlessly across the underside of that globe. 

She briefly tickled Kari’s southern curls with her other hand and then brushed her fingertips down the inside of that golden thigh. Kari’s top leg slid backward and Ann moved her hand to the inside of the other thigh. She teased her fingernails from Kari’s knee up to just below the juncture of the thighs then back down, slowly repeating this several times.

Ann resumed nibbling around Kari’s ear interspersed with whispered endearments.

“Your skin is so soft, so smooth.” Gentle kisses along Kari’s jawbone. 

“I can’t believe that you would choose me to be close to. I am so lucky.” Light licks on the side of her neck. 

“That you would allow me access to your femininity, your wonderful body.” Rubbing her cheek against the golden hair. 

“Such firm, graceful curves.” Soft nibbles across her cheek to the corner of her mouth. 

“Your perfume is intoxicating and the freshness of your warm breath sends waves of desire through me.” Ann nudged Kari’s face upward with her arm and kissed her.

Kari surged up hungrily opening her mouth to thrust her tongue into Ann’s mouth. Kari struggled around to rearrange her arms to grasp Ann tightly as if afraid that Ann would leave her. In the same movement Kari flattened her hips allowing her legs to splay open inviting more intimate caresses from Ann’s fingers which were simultaneously soothing and inflaming her.

Ann broke the kiss. “You taste so sweet and you feel so good to hold.” She resumed the kiss, playing with Kari’s tongue. Meanwhile Ann’s fingers had accepted the invitation and were lightly stroking from Kari’s mons down between her legs. Kari lifted her hips in an effort to increase the contact. Ann acceded to Kari’s desire and pushed a finger between the wet, pouting nether lips, lightly tracing upward.

“You are so hot, wet and desirable. Every time I touch you I feel a vitality and sensuousness.”

“Ann, ooohhh Ann. I need this soooo much! Hold me. Love me.”

The kisses and tantalizing touches resumed. Kari moved one hand and began caressing Ann’s breast in an effort to repay the pleasure she was receiving.

Ann broke the string of kisses to nuzzle down Kari’s neck to her collarbone. “Pull down your strap,” she commanded.

Kari shrugged the strap off her shoulder and then tugged the gown below her breast.

Ann gazed at the pink tip reaching up towards her. She lowered her head and began to spiral her tongue from the outer edges of the mound slowly inward. When she reached the areola, she feathered her tongue around it carefully avoiding the nipple. Then opening her mouth wide, she took as much flesh in as possible and began lightly flicking the center. Kari groaned.

“Let’s lie down,” Ann suggested.

Kari rolled up into a sitting position as Ann put a foot on the floor and her other knee on the bed. But then Kari grabbed her gown and pulled it off, tossing it to the other bed. She posed briefly in a demure posture. One leg was drawn up under her and the other was stretched out to the side. Her hands were clasped shyly in her lap. “Let me see you, too,” she requested looking up.

Ann threw her tee to one side and stepped out of her panties. She stood by Kari in the classic pose, a hand on one hip and the other leg turned out behind the front one. Kari reached up and ran her hand lightly down Ann’s side.

“Such wonderful breasts,” she said caressing the side of one. “And such long beautiful legs,” her hand trailing from hip down to knee.

Ann leaned down and kissed her again as they both fell back to the bed. Ann rose up on one elbow to look at Kari again as she lay on her back. “Your breasts are as firm as a teenager’s.” Ann drew the back of her hand between the two mounds. “Your tummy is flat and firm.” She bent down and grasped an ankle between both hands and smoothed upward like she would putting on a stocking. “Even your legs have sinuous curves that would attract any person still breathing.”

Ann kissed Kari again, continuing to run her fingers over all the exposed flesh. Then she began a wet trail down Kari’s body.

“Ann, you are making me so hot. You’re so wonderful to me. Ooohh, god.” Kari started to moan.

Ann reached the object of her desire. She opened Kari’s center with her fingers feeling the hot oil and her nose smelling the fragrance of an aroused woman. She began to lap from the bottom of the cleft and swirled around the clitoris before descending again. Thrusting her tongue as far inside as possible she gathered the honey in her mouth. “Oh, Kari, so sweet.”

Kari pulled Ann’s head upward. “Do me, Ann. I can’t wait any longer.”

Ann returned to the clitoris with a light flutter then began to slowly increase the pressure. In a few minutes Kari bucked her hips rapidly.

“Oh Ann! Oh Ann! Ooooohhhh myyyiiii.” Kari came in long shudders arching herself against Ann’s mouth and then collapsed.

Ann reached over and shut off the light. She cradled Kari in her arms and settled down waiting for sleep.

Kari wasn’t ready for sleep yet. She wanted, no needed, to show this wonderful person how much she meant to her. After resting for a minute or two Kari stretched then put her arms around Ann’s neck pulling her into a kiss. “Lie back and let me take care of you.” Kari kissed Ann again as they both rolled to their side.

Kari moved her mouth to Ann’s breast and began flicking the nipple with her tongue. “I love your boobs,” she said.

“They’re not big and firm like yours,” Ann replied.

“They’re slender and stylish like you are. I can push them together and get both nips at once.” Fitting action to words, Kari sucked in both nipples.

“Oh, damn,” Ann moaned as a wave of desire coursed through her.

As Kari nibbled she insinuated a hand between Ann’s legs. Ann trapped Kari’s hand there briefly. Then Ann rolled flat on her back, her legs parting slightly. Kari pressed one finger down into the top of Ann’s slit. She rubbed gently.

Ann was already slick from the excitement of playing with Kari. Now she felt the moisture begin to weep between her legs and trickle down her thighs. Involuntarily she drew her knees up and out. Her lower lips separated as they began to swell at the same time. “Oooohhh, so good. Just right.”

Ann felt her nipples slide from Kari’s mouth as Kari twisted around. Kari’s cheek rested on Ann’s mons and then a tongue snaked out and flicked her clit from the top. Because of the angle it was just grazing the hood. Ann’s hips bucked involuntarily trying to get more of that delightful contact.

Kari moved between Ann’s legs. Ann felt Kari’s hot breath all over between. Then Kari inserted her tongue deep into Ann’s hole. Dragging back out, the tongue traveled slowly up and around her clit and back down deep inside.

“So hot, so wet, so wonderful,” Kari’s voice was like pouring liquid fire over Ann’s nerve endings. The tongue returned to its lazy circling up the furrow around the clit and back down.

Ann grabbed Kari’s hair and pulled the mouth back up to her clit. The tongue flicked out rapidly and Ann felt the pressure begin to build. But Ann didn’t want this to end yet. She held the head steady but rotated her hips to move the tongue to her wet cave. 


Trophy Wife Ch. 01



Victoria Wellingford attempted to calm herself while she waited for the starter's gun to sound. She took several deep breaths, shook her arms and legs, and then settled into a relaxed crouch. This was her fifth Great Hunt, and she knew there was a genuine possibility that it could be her last. Not that she would miss it--the Hunt was a grueling six hour ordeal under extreme conditions. At least the northern Michigan terrain was softer and the temperature was fifteen degrees cooler than she endured the previous year. That Hunt--hosted by the Atlanta Chapter of the Young Hellions Club in a wooded area of central Georgia--sent three hunters to the hospital. Two suffered severe dehydration; the third fell from a ledge and broke an arm.

It goes without saying that the Hunt was even harder on the prey.

Victoria checked her watch just before glancing one more time in the starter's direction. She took a final deep breath as she waited for the report of the pistol. She exhaled slowly, checked the laces on her brand new, baby blue sneakers, and then gazed at her target.

Crack!

At the sound of the gun, forty nude women sprinted from the starting line and raced across the meadow in the direction of the trees. Wearing only sneakers and a bicycle helmet with a tinted visor, the women soon formed loose clusters organized by body size. The thinner, more physically fit women at the head of the pack crossed the two hundred yards in a matter of seconds before disappearing into the woods. The less athletic clusters lagging behind reached the tree line a few moments later, while the more buxom women bounced across the field a full minute behind their lesser endowed sisters.

Victoria was the first to reach the forest. She crashed through some low hanging branches, dodged a tree trunk as she adjusted to the diminished light beneath the arboreal canopy, and then sped up a low hill while she gained her bearings. She had trained hard for this Hunt. Last year, she survived until the final hour of the Hunt. This year, she was determined to claim the elusive prize as The One Not Taken.

She sprinted at full speed to the top of the hill, and then just managed to pull up and stop her momentum before bursting into a clearing on the other side of the rise. That would have been a serious mistake, akin to sending up a flare marking her position. Instead, she jogged to the left, skirting the perimeter of the field. Still running at full speed, she darted her eyes from side to side in search of a path.

She found a deer trail that ringed the clearing for several dozen yards before veering over the hill. As soon as her sneakers hit the worn path, she accelerated to the top of the ridge. When she reached the peak, she saw that the trail continued for another hundred yards or so, before disappearing around a copse of small trees. Running downhill was her best opportunity to put some distance between herself and the pursuers, who would be following fifteen minutes behind the prey.

Victoria reached the thicket of birch trees and paused to catch her breath. She took a sip from her sole water bottle--prey were permitted as many as they could carry, but she learned in her first Hunt that being overburdened with supplies was the surest route to an early capture. For this reason she brought no food and carried a single plastic bottle. Experience taught her that there were always water sources in the wilderness. She just had to be resourceful enough to find them.

Just as Victoria stepped back onto the path a body slammed into her, knocking her to the ground. She fell face first, hitting the dirt and grass with a dull thud. Her knees and elbows were scraped from breaking her fall, but the pain in the middle of her back was the most troublesome.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't see you." A beautiful young Hispanic woman with pink sneakers and a matching pink helmet reached down to help Victoria to her feet. "I rounded the corner, and you were right there. I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine," Victoria answered as she grasped the other woman's proffered hand. Standing toe to toe, Victoria judged the younger woman to be the same height as herself--five foot six inches-- and within five pounds of her 124 pound weight. Victoria's blond hair was cut just above her shoulders, while the Hispanic woman's long black hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail that emerged from the bottom of her helmet. Neither woman was endowed with much in the chest area, although Victoria instantly recognized that her B cup sized breasts were just a little bit fuller than the other woman's, although not as perky. And my ass isn't fat like hers--that's where those extra five pounds are located. You need to lay off the rice, sister. Carbs are not your friend.

"Just some scrapes on my knees and elbows. I suffered worse than that bursting through the tree branches just past the clearing. I'm Victoria, by the way."

"I'm Belkys."

"Belkys. That's an unusual name. I can't say that I've heard that one before."

"It's an old Spanish name. I was named after my great aunt."

"Well, Belkys, I'd like to stay and chat, but I need to get going. You're welcome to run with me, if you'd like."

"Thanks, I think I will. You seem to know what you're doing out here. Some of those other women back there are going to get taken down as soon as the pursuit begins."

"That's why the first thing I did was searched for a trail. You can cover more territory and put more space between yourself and the pursuers when you're running on smooth ground. It's important to make the fifteen minute head start mean something. Once the second gun sounds, I'll get off the path and go cross-country."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go."

Victoria retrieved her water bottle, brushed the dirt and twigs from her arms and legs, and set off down the path. Their nude bodies glistening with sweat, the two women sped off into the woods at a brisk pace just short of a full-blown sprint. Despite giving away five years or so, Victoria matched the younger Belkys stride for stride. Their long, lean legs churning the soil while their arms pumped in unison, the two women left the thirty-eight others in their dust.

Crack! Crack!

"That's the signal for the pursuit to begin," Victoria said. "Follow me."

"Lead the way," Belkys responded.

Victoria turned off the trail and headed into denser woods. Belkys followed, just a few paces behind her. Neither woman was breathing hard. Victoria had trained for months, and she knew that her endurance would carry her through the entire Hunt. She didn't know anything about Belkys, but she was starting to suspect that the younger woman's fitness level was equal to her own.

"Let's see what's on the other side of that rise," Victoria said. "If we can put a hill between us and the pursuit, that will muffle our footsteps. If they can't hear us, we gain a huge advantage."

"I can see this isn't your first Hunt," Belkys answered.

"No, it's not. It's my fifth, actually."

"Five times. Wow. I'll be happy if I survive this one."

"Enough talking. We need to move it."

Belkys accelerated past Victoria, beating her to the top of the hill. Victoria felt a burning in her thighs as the gradient increased. Still, she matched the younger woman's pace and refused to allow her to put any distance between the two of them.

The ground leveled off, and then a hundred yards further it started to slope downward. Victoria spotted a fallen tree--most likely a white pine--off in the distance.

"Head for that fallen tree," Victoria said. "We can stop and catch our breath."

The two women sprinted for the tree. Reaching it, they scrambled around the thick trunk to find shelter in the gorge left by the uprooted base. Squatting in the dirt, they opened their water bottles in unison and took long swallows of refreshment.

"Can I ask you something?" Belkys inquired.

"Sure," Victoria shrugged. "What is it?"

"How do you do it? How do you come out here and allow yourself to be pursued and most likely taken? Especially when you know that your husband is chasing down other women back in Florida?"

"We've agreed not to talk about it. He does what he needs to do, and I do what I'm required to do. I don't ask him any questions, and he doesn't ask any of me. He knows it's not my choice, and I know he doesn't have much choice, either. We accepted this deal when he was invited to join the Young Hellions Club."

"Is it really worth it? Is being in the Young Hellions that big of a deal?"

"Absolutely. It was probably the smartest thing we ever did. Their motto, 'Where millionaires become billionaires' isn't just bullshit. Our net worth has tripled in the five years since we joined. Last year we saved over $300,000 just in interest through preferred membership discounts. We reinvested that money with member-managed mutual funds and earned an additional $175,000. The stock options we exercised in 2009 netted over $400,000 this year when the shares split. And I can't tell you how much new business the Club drives toward my husband's firm. If we had to make the choice all over again, we'd do it in a heartbeat--without question."

"I'm not so sure. This Hunt is all my husband and I have talked about for weeks. He gets so tense and can't even look at me. He stares out the window with blank eyes, like he's imagining what will be done to me out here. His eyes water up, he pours himself another drink, and ends up sleeping on the couch. We haven't made love in over a month. The thought of what might happen to me drives him crazy. That's why I've trained so hard the past four months. I have to make it to the end."

"If it upsets him so much, why did he join?"

"The same reason everyone else does--he wants to be wealthy. He's heard stories like yours of how membership in the Young Hellions Club is the fastest way to become super rich. I tell him we have enough money, but he's never satisfied. He keeps worrying that we're going to lose it all like his parents did in 2008."

"How do you feel about it?"

"My opinion, evidently, isn't important. As soon as he got the invitation to join, he accepted without discussing it with me. The first I heard was the night of the induction ceremony. I was told to go buy a fancy, sexy dress and be ready for the limo to pick me up at eight o'clock."

"That must have been quite a shock. The Induction Ball is the second biggest event of the year--right after the Huntsman's Ball. When did you find out about the Hunt?

"A week after the induction. Of course, it took him an entire month to fill me in on all the gory details. There are probably still some things I won't find out until this evening."

"If I were you, I would worry less about the Ball and more about the Hunt. The men display much better manners at the Ball. Out here in the woods, it's practically anything goes."

"You're not making me feel any better."

"I'm not trying to. It's survival of the fittest out here. Fortunately, you look pretty fit."

"Thanks. I do cross-fit training four times a week."

"Then you should look good in your dress. I hope it's sexy enough. I've seen men cut up dresses--with the women still in them--when they were too demure. For this event, the sluttier the better."

"That won't be a problem," Belkys blushed.

Victoria stood up, stretched her arms over her head, and peered into the woods. Figures, damn it. Young, beautiful, sexy, and superbly athletic. She's going to be my biggest competition.

"Get up, rookie, rest time is over. You were smart to only bring one water bottle, but that means we need to find a water source before the hunters do. The last thing you want to do is pass out from dehydration. Let's get going."

"I'm right behind you, mama. Lead the way."

Mama? Fuck you, bitch. This Mama's going to spank your little brown ass before this day is over. Only one of us can earn the title of The One Not Taken.

Victoria sprinted across a glade, zig-zagging around tree trunks and scrub brush while putting as much space between herself and the pursuers as possible. She saw what looked like a depression about three hundred yards away, and headed for it. She knew that water flowed downhill, so their best bet was to head in the direction that gravity compelled.

Her instincts were correct. There was a pool of still, clear water at the bottom of the depression. Belkys squatted at the edge and uncapped her water bottle, but Victoria grabbed her arm before she could dip it into the pool.

"I thought you said..."

"I did, but that water looks stagnant. See those gnats buzzing around the surface? We need to find moving water. Still water can make you sick."

"I'm almost empty. One liter doesn't last long when you're running at this pace."

"I know, but a bacterial infection would be just about as bad as dehydration. Either way, you're going to the hospital for the night."

"You're right, I suppose. Let's go."

Before either of them could move, they heard a woman's startled scream, followed a second later by a higher pitched scream. It was impossible to judge the distance with any certainty, but Victoria estimated they originated from a point at least three hundred yards away.

"Was that...?" Belkys asked.

"Precisely. Two down, at least. There's no telling how many more were taken before them that we didn't hear. The hunters are closer than I thought. We've got to move."

"Which way?"

Victoria looked to her left and then to her right. Neither direction looked like it would lead to a viable water source, so she pointed toward the densest cover.

"Over there."

Belkys sprinted out ahead of Victoria, who lagged two steps behind. Despite sporting a curvier figure, Belkys ran with the ease and fluidity of a natural-born athlete. There was an economy to her movement that could be neither taught nor learned; a person simply had it or not, and it was obvious almost from birth. Victoria was in the best shape of her life, and had worked hard to reach that level of fitness. But even at her absolute best, she knew the younger woman could outrun and outlast her, even though she still had not reached her full potential.

She might be able to outrun me, but she'll never out scheme me.

Victoria settled in two paces behind Belkys, and when they reached a part of the woods that was littered with rotting branches, she fell back another two paces. Better to let her find the uneven ground first and risk twisting her ankle.

The sound of another woman crying out in pain pierced the stillness of the forest. Victoria pulled up alongside Belkys and nudged her with an elbow to get her attention.

"Did you hear that?" Victoria asked.

Belkys nodded.

"There's a stream up ahead," Victoria said between breaths. "We'll stop just long enough to fill our water bottles, then sprint up the embankment on the other side. When we get over the next rise we can look for a place to rest."

"Are you sure? Will it be safe?"

"I think we're pulling away from everyone else. That last scream sounded more distant than the one before it."

"I think I recognized that voice--Marjorie Abernathy. She sat next to me on the plane. We walked to baggage claim together, and she got into a shouting match with another passenger who grabbed one of her bags. I thought she was going to be arrested."

"It's a good thing she wasn't. Missing the Hunt for any reason would get her husband expelled from the Young Hellions. They closed that loophole a long time ago."

The two women reached the bottom of the slope and paused at the edge of the stream. The clear, cool water was moving along at a brisk rate. The streambed was sandy and dotted with smooth black stones.

"There must be a spring nearby," Victoria said. "This water looks safe."

They both opened their bottles and immersed them in the stream. Thirty seconds later they replaced the caps and scanned their surroundings.

"Which way?" Belkys asked.

"Up the hill. The more distance we can put between ourselves and the pursuers, the safer we'll be. They're going to run out of easy meat within the next hour, and then the real hunt will begin. We want to be as far from here as possible when that time arrives."

"But if we follow this stream, we won't have to search for water again. We might not find another safe water source."

"Belkys, use your head. Where do predators always hunt? Around the watering hole. Once they reach this stream, they'll fan out in both directions. We have to keep going and hope we make it to the next water source before they find us."

"I see your point. Let's go."

Victoria jumped over the stream, then sped off up the hill. Belkys lagged behind until the top of the hill was in sight. As they neared the crest, Belkys accelerated past Victoria and beat her to the top.

"C'mon, mama, you can do it," Belkys teased. "Just a few more steps."

Keep it up, honey, keep it up. We'll see who's crying for her mama when that final gun goes off.

Victoria reached the top and looked around. The trees were thinner, and there was no apparent shelter in any direction.

"Where to next?" Belkys asked.

"We've got a problem."

"Oh?"

"There's no shelter in sight." Victoria scanned from east to west. "We're on higher ground, but the vegetation is thinner and I don't see anywhere that we can stop where we won't be exposed. We're going to have to keep running."

"I knew we should have stayed by the stream." The brunette glanced back over her shoulder.

"You can always go back, if you think that's a better choice."

Belkys looked down at her watch.

"It's too late for that. Backtracking isn't a viable option."

Victoria took a quick gulp of water before replacing the cap.

"Then let's go. We're wasting time."

"I'm right behind you."

Until they close in on us, and then I'm sure you'll try to leave me in the dust.

Victoria pointed toward a clump of brush about three hundred yards away and started running. Belkys followed, two steps behind. The women sprinted past the smaller trees and zigzagged around the larger ones, doing their best to remain in the shadows and to avoid stepping on dried underbrush. We should be far enough ahead that they can't hear our footsteps, but why take the chance?

The women rounded the brush, only to find another clearing. Victoria made a sweeping motion with her arm, and then pointed to the denser forest almost a half mile away. They were stopped just long enough to take long pulls on their water bottles when they heard a scream coming from the direction they had fled.

"No! No! Please! No!" a woman's voice cried. "Please! No!"

"That sounds like it's coming from the stream," Belkys said, looking in the direction from which they had just come. "She was probably caught while filling her bottle."

"I think it's a little further up the hill. We left everyone else so far behind, no one could be that close. Her screams would have crossed that valley rather easily, making them sound closer than they actually are."

"I wonder what he's doing to her." Belkys had a concerned look on her face. "I don't think those are cries of pleasure."

"They're not. Most likely, he's taking her in the ass, and not being too gentle about it. That's their favorite thing to do out here."

"Has that happened to you before?"

"Yes--more than once. That's why I squirted some Vaseline in my asshole before we left the hotel. You can't count on them to bring any lube, even if they are planning on enjoying some woodland butt sex. The only person watching out for you, is you. Never forget that."

Belkys looked down and shook her head.

"I hadn't thought of that. My husband..."

"Forget about your husband. He's not here to protect you. And no matter what he may have told you, they're all savages once they get out in the woods. That's why Lincoln and I don't talk about what happens. I don't want to know what he's doing, and he really doesn't want to know what's being done to me. As long as he makes a kill so his membership isn't revoked, I don't care. I mean, I do care--but I don't want to know."




Trophy Wife Ch. 01



Victoria reached under her visor and wiped her eyes.

"I don't want to know," she whispered.

"No! Stop! You're hurting me!"

The two women looked at each another.

"That's getting closer," Belkys said through trembling teeth.

"Let's go. Now."

Victoria sprinted around the edge of the clearing, with Belkys fast on her heels. They were no longer running away from the shouts, but instead in a broader arc that took them parallel to the stream before curving away from it. They stayed in the shadows at all times, even when it meant running through a clump of briar vines.

"Ouch! Fuck!" Belkys cried. "God damn it! I didn't see that shit. I'm all scratched up."

"Just keep running. I'll look at it when we've put some more distance between us and the hunters."

"Unless you have a first aid kit shoved up your ass, it isn't going to matter. Don't even think about stopping."

The two women continued running for the next thirty minutes. They circumnavigated the clearing until they reached the point furthest from the stream, then they turned in and set off deep into the woods. When Victoria felt that they had put sufficient distance between themselves and the hunters, she held up her and slowed to a brisk walk.

"What are you doing?" Belkys implored. "We have to keep running!"

"We can't continue at this pace. We're almost out of water, and I don't see any sign of another watering hole within sight. We'll walk for ten minutes and then run for ten minutes until we find more water."

"And then what?"

"I don't know. I'm playing it by ear."

"That's your plan?" Belkys stared at Victoria, her eyes blazing in anger.

"Do you have a better one?"

"Yes. We run. And run. And never stop running. They're carrying their rifles, ammo, water bottles, lunches, and whatever additional supplies they could stuff into their kit bags. They can't catch us if we just keep running. There's no way any of them are in better condition than us. We should be running circles around them."

"What did you just say?"

"We keep running."

"No. About running in circles?"

"I said we should be running circles around them."

"That's it! We'll circle back--get behind them."

"Why? That sounds risky. We should just outrun them. I know we can do it."

"Listen to me, Belkys. They won't be expecting it. We need water. We aren't going to survive another three hours out here without it. We lead them another half mile in that direction, and then circle back to the stream. They'll spend the rest of the afternoon going off in that direction looking for us, and we can just hide out in one of those big trees back there. They'll never find us. It's perfect."

"I'd rather keep running."

"You'll end up in the hospital with an IV in your arm and some hunter's cum leaking out of your violated ass. Is that what you want? Now come on."

"Alright. But this better work."

"Don't worry. They'll never expect us to show up behind them."

The two women ran for a half mile, then turned to the north. Using the sun as a guide, Victoria led them in a long, wide arc that took them first north and then east, until they eventually reached the stream they had crossed over an hour earlier. On at least three occasions they heard the screams of women being taken down or simply being taken, but in each case the sounds were coming from the west. And in each case, the screams originated further and further from their isolated location.

When they reached the stream, Victoria waded into the knee-deep water and stood still for several seconds while she caught her breath. She dipped her empty bottle into the gently flowing water and filled it; Belkys did the same a few feet downstream. The two women drank thirstily from their bottles, and then bent over to refill them again. Belkys stood up, but Victoria crouched over the water and let loose a stream of piss.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Belkys stared at Victoria with her jaw hanging open.

"Sorry--I've been holding this for two hours."

"You couldn't go behind a tree or something?"

"What's the big deal? And anyway, this will wash the scent away."

"Whatever."

"Hey, if you've got to go, now is the time."

"No thank you. I'll wait."

Splat!

A paintball whizzed over Victoria's head and exploded against a tree trunk next to the river bank.

"Run!" Belkys yelled.

The two women splashed across the stream and ducked behind a row of trees lining the river.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

Three more paintballs exploded against the tree trunks. Victoria glanced down to examine the paint stains on either side of the trunk. Orange, orange, and orange--just one hunter, so far. There might still be a way out of here.

"I knew it was a mistake coming back here," Belkys whispered through clenched teeth. "We're fucked."

"Maybe not," Victoria whispered. "These trees run at least a hundred yards along the river bank. If we stay low and move silently, we might be able to get out of this."

"You go first," Belkys responded. She bent over to check her shoelaces, then looked up at Victoria. "I'll follow."

Victoria looked back at Belkys, crouched low to the ground, and then sped off along the tree line. Moving silently over the pine needles blanketing the ground, Victoria reached the first tree and paused. She looked over her shoulder to see Belkys catching up, and then sped off toward the next tree. The two women repeated their start and stop movements until they reached the last tree lining the stream.

Crouching behind a pine tree, Victoria held her finger to her lips and then pointed at a large tree twenty yards away. Belkys peered in the direction indicated by Victoria's finger and shook her head from side to side.

"It's too far," she whispered. "We'll never make it."

"It's our only choice," Victoria replied. "If we stay here, we're done. We have to keep moving."

"There's no cover for twenty yards. They'll pick us off one at a time."

"We're harder to hit when we're moving. We're sitting ducks right here."

"I know. Damn it. Go. I'll be right behind you."

Victoria took a quick drink of water and then took off at a full sprint. Belkys followed, five seconds behind. Just as Belkys reached the cover of the tree, a flurry of paintballs exploded against the trunk.

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

"Fuck!" Belkys snarled. "Now what? We're pinned."

"Hold on a second. Give me a minute to figure something out."

Victoria stood up straight so as to reduce her profile and make as small a target as possible.

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

Another flurry of paintballs sprayed the tree trunk. Belkys turned to peer around the tree trunk, while mimicking Victoria's upright, erect stance.

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

Belkys stepped backward, pressing her torso against Victoria's body in an attempt to minimize her exposure to the shooter. Victoria sucked air between her teeth as she felt Belkys' sweaty, bulbous ass cheeks pressed against her crotch. She felt her body flush and her nipples stiffen. She knew it was only a matter of time before the two of them were taken, and somehow that thought--combined with the proximity of Belkys' nubile flesh pressing against her skin--sent a shiver down her spine.

Victoria was aware of her warm breath caressing Belkys' neck every time she exhaled. She inhaled the younger woman's warm, moist aroma. She pressed her body against Belkys' smooth, slick skin, marveling at her feminine curves and firm muscle tone. She's quite a specimen--curvy yet athletic, firm but feminine. Victoria raised an arm and wrapped it around Belkys' waist. She flattened her palm, spread her fingers, and traced a circle over Belkys' flat, tight stomach. The younger woman sucked in a gulp of hot, moist air and stiffened her body in response.

"Victoria," Belkys whispered, "what are you doing?"

"Shhhhhhh," Victoria responded. "I have a plan."

Victoria glided her hand over Belky's tummy, tracing a circle in an ever-widening arc. She brushed her palm over the brunette's shaved mound, pausing for a fraction of second while her index finger lingered over her clit. Victoria raised her arm and cupped Belkys' breast just long enough to provoke a reaction from her tan-colored nipple.

"So what's your plan?" Belkys hissed. "Put on a girl-girl show and distract the hunters into dropping their weapons? I didn't figure you for a lady licker."

"I can't tell you the plan, yet," Victoria nuzzled Belkys' neck as she pinched her nipple. "But I'm afraid you're not going to like it."

"Why do you say that? I'm enjoying it so far." Belkys eased her stance and released the tension from her muscles. She shifted her weight on the balls of her feet, and then leaned back into Victoria.

"Belkys."

"Yes."

"I'm really sorry."

Victoria pushed Belkys with all of her strength. The younger woman emerged from the cover of the tree and stumbled to the ground. She was immediately struck by a flurry of paintballs splattering orange paint all over her legs, stomach, and helmet.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Belkys screamed. "You bitch! You fucking bitch!"

Victoria took off running at full speed.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Please forgive me!" she called back in Belkys' direction.

Belkys laid on the ground in stunned silence as Victoria disappeared into a thicket of trees. Her perfect body was covered by a mosaic of bright red welts and florescent orange paint. A moment later, her hunter arrived to claim his prize. Belkys looked up at her captor. He was a large man dressed in camouflage fatigues, with a matching hat, a backpack, and a paintball gun slung over his shoulder. He reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of cold water which he offered to Belkys. A flood of tears streamed down her cheeks.

* * * *

Victoria collapsed against a tree trunk. The rough bark scratched her tender skin, but the discomfort didn't faze her in the slightest. The burning in her throat and lungs, and the pain in her calves far exceeded the minimal inconvenience of tree bark scratching her already scratched, chafed, and sun burned skin. Thin trickles of dried blood streaked her torso, forearms and thighs as a result of trampling through brush interspersed with thorny vines. Sweat, dust and grime covered every square inch of skin.

She was out of water, and had no idea where to find another a fresh source. She had been running and brisk walking for almost two hours. Two hours since I betrayed Belkys. Two hours of her captor subjecting her to who knows what kind of abuse. I hope he's treating her with kindness. I hope he's treating her better than I was treated my first time. I hope--hell, I know it's not at all likely.

It had been over an hour since she heard a woman's cries. Odds were pretty good that she was the last surviving prey. Still, Victoria was being pursued, and she knew it. A single hunter--probably the only one in the area--had her in his sights. No matter how hard she pushed herself and no matter how silently she glided through the woods, her pursuer continued to close the distance. Three times in the last half hour he managed to squeeze off a shot, the last of which missed her by mere inches. He continues to shoot a single shot instead peppering me with a flurry. Either he's running out of ammo, or he's taunting me. One of us is in serious trouble.

She glanced at her watch. Just over one more hour to go. One more hour, and I will have earned the title of The One Not Taken. One more hour, and I'll never have to do this again. One more hour, and Lincoln is guaranteed membership until he graduates to senior status at age 40.

Victoria took a deep breath, glanced to her left and right, and jumped out from behind the tree. A paint ball struck the tree trunk; an explosion of yellow paint marked the precise spot where she had been standing one second earlier. That was too fucking close! He's almost on me. She forced her legs to work despite the pain stabbing her calves with every step. A branch snapped against her wrist, causing her grip to falter as her water bottle fell to the ground. She didn't have time to stop and retrieve it, so she continued running. God damn it! Now I'm fucked.

She spotted a fallen tree trunk forty yards ahead and sprinted for it. She didn't really have a plan, but guessed that the broad trunk would give her a few seconds of cover and the opportunity to formulate something. The only sound she heard as she scampered through the woods was the sound of her feet rustling the dead leaves and her own labored breathing. If her pursuer was making any noise, it was not as loud as the ruckus she was creating.

As she rounded the base of the tree trunk, she fell into a pit littered with dried leaves and broken branches. The pit had been formed when the tree was uprooted. Had she not been looking over her shoulder, she might have seen it and avoided falling into it. But in her panic she forgot to look down, causing her to fall with a thud that almost knocked the wind from her lungs. Fuck! That hurt. At least I didn't break any bones.

She scrambled out of the pit and crouched behind the immense tree trunk. She strained to hear any sign of her pursuer, but the only sounds reaching her ears were those of the birds singing in the tree branches overhead. Did I lose him? Yes? Maybe?

A paintball smacked against the tree trunk, leaving a yellow stain on the ancient, rotting bark. Victoria flattened herself against the ground and looked for her next destination. Again, one shot. He keeps firing single shots. She spotted a pile of rocks about twenty yards behind the tree. It's not much, but it's something. I have to keep moving. I have to make him expend all his ammo. That means he has to keep firing--and I have to give him something to fire at.

Naked and prone, Victoria crawled across the forest floor commando-style in the direction of the rock pile. She calculated that the thickness of the tree trunk would provide her sufficient cover until she was within ten feet of the rocks. After that, I better get damn lucky.

Much to her surprise, Victoria reached the rocks without her pursuer firing a shot. She scrambled behind the largest rock and flattened her back against it. Her heart was pounding with as much fury as it had any time throughout the day. Why isn't he shooting? He had to see me. Did I lose him? No, not possible. Did something happen to him? Or is he finally out of ammo?

Victoria forced herself to contain the enthusiasm that last thought engendered. The rules of the Great Hunt allowed only one method of taking down prey: paintball. A single shot to the head or torso, or three shots to the legs or arms were required. Each hunter was allowed as much ammo as he could carry, but he was limited to a single color of his own choosing. The fact that she was seeing only yellow paint meant that she was most likely being pursued by a single hunter. If there's only one hunter left, then I'm the last target.

She caught her breath and then looked around for her next destination. There was nothing in any direction that looked promising. The rocks shielding her from the hunter had also shielded her view as she was crawling toward them. She hadn't seen that behind the rocks was fifty yards of open field I can't go that way. Left or right are the only options.

Victoria picked up a fist-sized rock and threw it into a clump of trees to her left. Nothing happened. She waited five minutes and then threw another rock to the right. Again, there was no response. Maybe I did lose him.

Victoria eased her head over the rock, one inch at a time. Her eyes darted from side to side as she searched for any sign of movement. Nothing.

Splat! An explosion of yellow paint covered her visor. She stood up as a second paintball struck her thigh and a third hit her left breast.

"Ow! Fuck! You got me, alright! Stop shooting!" she screamed.

A tear ran down her cheek as she waited for her captor to show himself. I was so close. Just like last year, so fucking close. And now? Fuck!

Victoria collapsed against the rocks and felt all the energy drain from her body. For the first time all day she became fully aware of all the pain and injuries she suffered. The burning, cramping pain in her calves was the worst, but there were so many others, including the dull ache in her lower back; the scrapes on her knees and elbows; the multitude of scratches and small cuts that could be found just about anywhere she cared to look; insect bites; and the one that annoyed her the most, her sunburned skin. Really? Sunburn in northern Michigan? In the woods? All of that was nothing compared to the abuse she knew was forthcoming. At least I'll only have to endure it for an hour. Poor Belkys is well into her third hour. And those flabby women taken at the very start of the Hunt--they're getting almost six hours of torment. Is it really worth it?

She stood in place and waited for the hunter to come and claim her, but no one appeared. After five minutes of waiting, she grew impatient.

"You can come out now," she called into the forest. "You don't have to hide any more. You got me."

The only response was a bird singing in the distance.

Just as she was about to turn around and start walking back to the starting point, a hand tapped her on the shoulder.

"Ah!" she screamed. "Where did you come from?"

"Sorry to startle you, ma'am," answered a tall, handsome man wearing a green tank top, camouflage pants, and a matching hat. "I had to go back a ways to retrieve my gear. Here's some water."

Victoria eyes widened as she reached for the condensation-covered bottle, opened it, and chugged it down without pausing. In the first moments following her capture in past Hunts she attempted to cover her nudity with her hands and arms, but experience taught her that was an exercise in futility. She didn't cringe when her captor's eyes roamed over her naked body--not even when they paused to stare at her pubic mound.

"How did you," she gasped between gulps, "keep it so cold?"

"I have a small cooler. There's more in there, so drink as much as you need."

"Thank you. I'm so thirsty. I ran out of water an hour ago."

"I know. That's why I had to hurry up and take you down. I knew you were going to be suffering dehydration if I let you go much longer."

"Let me go?"

"I could have taken you down several times, but I enjoy the chase too much. Now, if you'll follow me, I'll take you to my camp."

"Camp? When did you have time to set up a camp?"

"About three hours ago. Once your friend went down and I knew that you were going to be the final target, I set up a campsite and spent the rest of the afternoon herding you toward it. You covered close to nine miles on foot, but you were never more than a mile from my camp. Any time you were close to breaking free of my perimeter, I fired off a shot and made you change your direction."

"So, you were toying with me like a cat with a mouse?"

"You could say that. But don't feel bad, I always take down the final target. That's my job--I'm the goalie, you could say. I'm John, by the way."

"Victoria. Pleased to meet you, John."

"Likewise, Victoria. Now, if you'll come with me?"

John tugged Victoria by the elbow and led her in the direction of the fallen tree. Just before reaching the spot where she had fallen, he turned her to the left and led her over a rise. They walked another hundred yards before stopping in a small clearing with a massive oak tree in the center. A backpack, a small cooler, and several coils of rope were hidden in the tall grass beneath the oak. John reached into the backpack and pulled out a small video camera and a telescoping tri-pod. He set the camera on the tri-pod, pointed the camera in Victoria's direction, and switched it on.




Trophy Wife Ch. 01



"What's that for?" Victoria asked.

"I'm going to videotape the next part."

"So you can show the other Club members?"

"No. This is for my wife."

"Your wife?" Victoria nearly choked between gulps of water.

"Yes. I imagine that you and your husband won't discuss what goes on this weekend. He's back home doing his own thing, hunting down some wife from another part of the country, while you're up running from the Chicago Chapter, and whatever happens during that twenty-four hour period will remain secret."

"Of course."

"My wife and I are a little different. We like to share our experiences. She'll tell me everything that happened to her, and then I'll tell her all about my weekend. Last year she surprised me with a video camera and asked me to record what happens so we can watch it together. We had the best sex ever when I showed her the video."

"I don't think that's allowed."

"There's no rule against it. You can have your husband check on it, but that would mean telling him what you did. To tell you the truth, I was surprised to find out that videotaping isn't prohibited, but that's probably because no one else has thought of it--yet."

Victoria started to respond, but John cut her off.

"Enough talk. Time to get started. First, this is for you." John reached into his backpack and pulled out a small package, which he handed to Victoria.

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

"You know what to do with it. Don't tell me you've never seen a butt plug before."

Victoria's face flushed. Good thing I lubed up my asshole before coming out here. She struggled with the wrapper, but managed to find a nick in the plastic clamshell packaging and ripped it open. She removed the small vinyl butt plug, poured some water over it to rinse it off, and then bent over and pushed it into her asshole.

"Wow, that sure went in easily. I guess you have some experience with backdoor deliveries."

"Let's just say that I have a self-lubricating asshole. Don't ask me what I use for a lubricant. You really don't want to know."

She didn't know if the butt plug was the entirety of John's intentions toward her ass, or merely the precursor for what was to come. Either way, she hoped that her false bravado would temper his aggression. Note to self--squirting Vaseline up my ass is a necessary preparation for future Hunts.

John reached a second time into his backpack and pulled out two plastic strips. He snapped one snugly around Victoria's left wrist, spun her around, and then slipped the second one through the loop before snapping it around her right wrist. Her arms securely bound behind her back, he put his hands on her head and pushed her to her knees.

"This isn't necessary," she said with a note of anxiety in her voice. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

"Oh, I know that," John replied. "There's nowhere you could go that I wouldn't catch you. Chasing you down a second time would be an annoyance--an annoyance we don't have time for."

Victoria gulped.

"Let's get a good look at you," he said as he reached for the chin strap securing her helmet. He unbuckled the strap, removed the helmet, and tossed it to the ground. Victoria's first instinct was to shake her head and tousle her hair, but the matted, sweaty, natural blond mane barely moved.

"Mmm-mmm. You are a pretty little thing, aren't you?"

Uncertain as to whether her bravado had the desired effect, Victoria tried a different tack by adopting a submissive tone.

"I'm glad you think so. I'll look much better for you tonight once I'm all cleaned up and dressed in my gown."

"You're already a looker. A pretty gown isn't going to improve your appearance all that much. The only thing that could make a woman as beautiful as you look even better is a hard cock in her mouth."

John unzipped his pants, pulled out his manhood, grabbed a fistful of Victoria's hair, and shoved his semi-erect cock down her throat. With his hand tightly clutching a knot of hair on the back of her head, the thickening shaft swelled in Victoria's mouth. She strained to open her jaws enough so that her teeth were not scraping the hardening flesh expanding her oral cavity. Saliva oozed out from the corners of her mouth as the rigid shaft poked the back of her throat. John did not move--nor did he permit Victoria to move--until his cock was fully erect.

Once his cock had swollen to it's full length and girth, John guided Victoria's head back and forth across his shaft. The massive hand gripping her hair pushed her head forward and then pulled it backward in a relentless series of repetitive motions. Streams of saliva dripped from his cock and ran from her chin to her belly every time John pulled her face from his groin. Bound, on her knees, and held by his powerful hand, Victoria felt more helpless than at any other time in her life.

This is my reward? I lasted longer than any of those other bitches, and this is what I get? I would have been better off going down when Belkys went out.

Her jaws were straining to contain the thick shaft stabbing in and out of her mouth. The pain in her lower back was getting worse, and she didn't know how much longer she could maintain her position. What will he do to me if I pass out?

Victoria never learned the answer to that question. John grunted, held her head against his groin, and pumped his seed into her mouth. Five spurts filled her cheeks with his thick, salty cream. Her first instinct was to swallow the entire load, but a nagging voice in the back of her mind convinced her to wait for further instructions.

John relaxed his grip on her hair, pulled her head from his groin, and smiled.

"What are you waiting for? Swallow it."

She gulped once as the entire load slid down her throat. John opened a bottle of water and held it to her lips.

"Go ahead and wash it down," he said.

He poured a trickle of ice cold water into mouth. If his intention was for Victoria to rinse her mouth, she ignored him. Victoria swallowed several gulps of the cool, clean liquid before closing her mouth and turning her head. John capped the bottle, returned it to the cooler, and then retrieved his backpack once again. Now what?

"Stand up," he commanded.

Victoria struggled to her feet, desperate to stand without falling over.

John opened a pocket knife and cut one of the plastic straps holding her wrists behind her back. Victoria flexed her arms, thankful for the opportunity to relieve the pain in her shoulders. Before the feeling entirely returned to her arms, however, John snapped on a new strap. This time, her arms were bound in the front. That's some improvement, I guess.

John reached over her head and pulled a nylon rope that she had not noticed before. The rope was looped over a branch ten feet above her head. He tied the hanging rope to her wrist straps, and then walked to where the remaining rope was coiled in the grass. He pulled on the rope until her arms were fully extended above her head, and then tied the rope to a tree branch behind her.

"Why are you doing this?" Victoria cried. "It isn't necessary. I won't run off. I promise."

"I'll be right back," John replied. "Try to stay out of trouble."

John disappeared into the forest, but returned two minutes later. He was carrying a supple green tree branch covered in green leaves. He opened his knife and trimmed the leaves and smaller branches from it, leaving a thin switch approximately four feet in length.

"No, no, no," Victoria moaned, her eyes widening in terror. "You can't do this. It's against the rules of the Hunt. You'll be discharged from the club."

"The rules state that I can't mark you or damage you, and that your safety is my responsibility. I'm required to treat any minor injuries, and request evacuation if you need medical assistance."

"You can't..."

"You're safe with me, Victoria. I promise."

"No, please John, don't do this. I'm begging you. Please."

"Enough discussion. Time to play."

Smack!

With deliberate slowness, John walked around the bound Victoria. He completed two revolutions, and then snapped the switch across Victoria's ass when he was out of her field of vision.

"Ow! Stop!"

Smack!

The switch struck her left thigh.

"Ow! Enough!"

"Spread your legs."

"No! Stop it, asshole!"

Smack!

The switch struck her right thigh.

"Spread your legs."

"Fuck you!"

Smack!

The switch struck her left thigh.

"God damn it! Stop hitting me!"

"Or what?"

"Excuse me?"

"If I don't stop whipping you, what are you going to do?"

Victoria's eyes blazed and her nostrils flared. A drop of perspiration dripped off her face and landed on her breast. John stopped circling and stood in front of her.

"I'll..." She spat out the words.

"Go on. This should be good."

"I'll...I..."

A half smirk formed on the right side of John's face.

"Just as I thought. There's nothing you can do. You're helpless, and you know it. I know it, and now you know I know it, so you can stop the nonsense."

Victoria took a step forward and then launched herself with all of her strength in John's direction. The rope gave a few inches before snapping taut, but not before she raised both feet and thrust them into John's crotch. The plastic straps dug into her wrists as the rope strained against her full suspended weight.

"Aghhhhh!" She cried.

John doubled over for just a second, then straightened his torso first and his neck last. Victoria saw the top of his head and then his face. With his eyes aflame, he glared at Victoria.

John's upper lip quivered, and then he burst into laughter.

"Not bad, my little prey, not bad," John chuckled. "You surprised me. I didn't think you had it in you."

"There's plenty more where that came from."

"Oh, I'm sure there is."

"Just try me."

"Don't worry. I intend to."

Smack!

The switch struck her right breast.

"Owww!" Victoria screamed. "Is that the best you can do?"

Smack!

The switch struck her left breast.

"Oww! Enough! You're such a prick!"

Smack!

The switch struck her right calve.

"Asshole!"

Smack!

The switch struck her abdomen.

"Ow! Are you finished?"

"Hardly."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The switch struck Victoria's right foot, right forearm, and left shoulder.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she refused to cry.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The switch struck Victoria's lower back, upper thigh, and her left butt cheek.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! No more! Stop! You're hurting me, you dick! God, you're such an asshole."

John threw the switch down and turned again to his backpack. He withdrew a box of baby wipes, opened it, and began cleaning the dirt and grime from Victoria. With unexpected gentleness he wiped her face, washed her neck and shoulders, and then cleaned her back. He cleaned her chest, her stomach, her crotch, and her ass. He cleaned both legs, from her hips to her ankles. When he was done he cut the rope, cut the plastic straps, and washed her arms and hands.

"Don't move."

Victoria stood in silence. John removed a jar of aloe cream from his backpack and applied it to Victoria's skin. With the same gentle touch he used to bathe her, John applied the cooling balm to every inch of her skin. When he was finished, he returned the jar to the backpack and removed a folded plastic sheet. He opened it and spread it on the ground.

"Lie here," he commanded.

"No."

"Victoria," John implored.

"Fuck you. I'm not going to lie down so you can beat me some more. I'm heading back to the hotel."

"That's not up to you."

"I'm through, John. I didn't sign up for this."

"What you believe you did or didn't sign up for is of no interest to me. None whatsoever. What you need to consider is that if I radio in a report, your husband will be removed from the Hunt and his membership will be instantly revoked. I don't know how important that is to him, but that isn't my concern. Consider your next action very carefully."

Victoria glared at John with eyes that would stop a grizzly bear in its tracks.

"Hand me another bottle of water," she ordered with a tinge of iron in her voice. "If I'm going to be your prisoner, then you are going to take care of me properly."

"Oh, I intend to take care of you, lady. You can count on that."

John reached into the cooler and removed another bottle of water. He twisted it open and then handed it to Victoria. Victoria took the bottle and drained it in two long gulps.

"Can I have another?" she asked, handing the empty bottle to John.

"Of course, but you might want to slow down a little. I'm running low."

John retrieved another bottle which Victoria also drained in a matter of seconds.

"Another?" he asked.

"No thanks. I'm good." Now it's just a matter of time.

John pointed to the plastic sheet and made a sweeping motion with his arm. Victoria stepped to the center of the sheet and then lowered herself to the ground.

What John did next shocked Victoria even more than being switched. He knelt between her legs, pushed her thighs apart, and nibbled all over her mound. He kissed the inner thighs, her outer lips, and everywhere else from the edges of her slit to her belly button. He kissed her bikini area with an unexpected tenderness that belied both his size and the lashing she received just a few minutes earlier.

Victoria knew that her pussy was already wet--the long naked chase, the capture, and even the switching had caused her body to generate a considerable amount of moisture between her thighs. The rather strong aroma tickling her nostrils made tactile confirmation unnecessary. But John's gentle oral assault was causing copious quantities of her juices to flow inside her already slushy pussy. No need to worry about him tearing me. That big cock is going to slip into me like a runner sliding into home.

With that thought, Victoria realized for the first time that she was looking forward to penetration with more eagerness than trepidation. The butt plug stretching her anus was filling a void, but she was accustomed to the sensation. She needed something more. No. I won't allow myself to enjoy it. I won't give him the satisfaction.

John continued kissing all over her crotch, yet it was apparent to Victoria that his failure to kiss or lick the area where she most needed to be kissed and licked had to be intentional. John moved in a pattern that brought his mouth closer and closer to her pink parts, yet somehow never touched her slit before returning his attention to her inner thighs. God damn, he's driving me crazy.

Victoria's desire grew at the same pace as her frustration. She wiggled her butt and lifted her hips in a fruitless effort to create contact between John's tongue and her slit. Each time John simply pulled his head back, and then resumed licking where he had left off before the interruption.

"Lick me, damn it! Eat my pussy!"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing. Shut up."

John ignored her. Instead, he lifted her ass off the plastic sheet, placed her knees over his shoulders, and resumed kissing her everywhere except where she most needed to be kissed.

Lick me! Please! I want to cum! No! I don't. I won't. God damn it.

John lifted his mouth from her thigh.

"Before we leave the hotel tomorrow morning, you will experience sexual ecstacy unlike anything you have known before. But that won't happen until you learn how to beg."

"Beg? Ha. Never, bitch. This mama don't beg." Please! Please lick my pussy!

John resumed kissing her inner thighs.

"You can...stop...now. You're...wasting...your time." Lick me, asshole!

John continued kissing her mound.

"Are you...finished?" Oh god, I want to cum. Please, god damn it, please!

John paused. He looked up and locked eyes with her.

"Victoria, women like you are used to getting whatever you want in life, no matter the cost. You see it, you ask for it, and it's yours. If someone tells you 'no,' you have a fit and get it anyway. You have no concept of what it means to earn something. Tonight, you're going to learn. Tonight, you're going to do things my way, or you are going to do without."

"I'll tell you what I could do without, and that's hearing any more of the shit coming out of your mouth." Oh fuck, why did I say that?

"The more you talk and curse and refuse to acknowledge your predicament, the longer your needs will go unfulfilled."

"What needs? The only thing I need right now is a hot shower and a meal. If you can't provide either of those, then what use do I have for you?" Shut up, damn it. Just shut up.

"Victoria, tonight you will be surrounded by women giving and receiving pleasure in every way imaginable. All of them will be enjoying a cock or two or three, and all of them will experience orgasms of one sort or another. Some of them multiple times. All of them, that is, except you. They're all going to wonder why it is that your hunter has no desire to fuck you. And when they ask, I'll just tell them that I've had week old fish that was less rancid than you."

"Fine by me. I'd rather fuck a homeless bum than have your dick in me."

Time for my little surprise, asshole. Victoria tried to relax her bladder, but nothing happened. She shifted her hips and fidgeted, but still nothing. Why can't I pee? Am I that dehydrated? Fuck, I drank all that water for nothing.

John pursed his lips and blew a stream of cool air over Victoria's clit. He moved his face to within inches of her slit, but passed over it and licked her belly button.

"Ungh!"

"What was that?" he asked.

"Nothing!" Lick me, mother fucker!

With his lips still pressed against her belly button, John reached for the butt plug. He grabbed it by the base and gently tugged at it--not enough to pull it out, but just enough to create pressure on Victoria's anus from the inside. He tugged on it several times, as though he were testing her grip on the vinyl apparatus.

"What are you doing?"

John's tongue in her belly button and the tugging on her asshole created a range of sensations that Victoria had never before experienced. It was several seconds before she even knew if she liked the feeling. She felt a curious mixture of sexual pleasure and mild nausea, with both stimuli competing to assert control. Just as the sexual pleasure was becoming predominant, John pulled the butt plug from her ass. A wave of pleasure tore through her body, and then disappeared.

"Unhhh! What did you do?"

John didn't answer her. Instead, he curled his tongue into a spear and stabbed Victoria's warm wet tunnel. His tongue was neither long enough nor wide enough to do what she needed done, but it sent her light years closer to her goal.

"Mmmmm!" That's it. Lick me.

John flattened his tongue and slid it up and down her slit. Victoria knew her pussy was far from fresh, but the strong aroma arising from her crotch was like an afterburner when coupled with the wet tongue between her lips. She felt her senses rocketing skyward, as she rose on a wave of heat and fire.

Ding ding! Ding ding! Ding ding!

"Time's up," John said as he disengaged his mouth from Victoria's sopping pussy.

"What do mean?" Not now! I'm almost there.

"Six hours are up. They'll be looking for us if I don't radio in."

"You bastard. You did this on purpose." Finish me, first! God damn it, John, you made me wait this long. Finish me!

"Base, this is J-T-1-5, I repeat, J-T-1-5, calling to request a pick-up," John barked into a hand-held radio, "do you copy?"





Trophy Wife Ch. 01



"J-T-1-5, this is Base," a metallic voice blared from the small speaker. "We read your request for pick-up. We're pulling up your location on the GPS, give us one minute. Location confirmed. How many in your party?"

"Myself and one. Total is two."

"Two for pickup. We're dispatching a helicopter now. We'll be at your location in ten minutes. Do you copy?"

"Confirmed. See you in ten minutes. J-T-1-5 out."

"Why did you do that? You're such a prick."

"Time's up."

"Fuck that. We've got ten minutes before they'll be here." That's plenty of time.

"Ten minutes is about how long it'll take me to pack up."

"I hate you."

"No you don't. Anyway, you won't be saying that in the morning."

"Fuck you, John. Fuck you."

John walked around the campsite gathering supplies and packing them inside his bag. The last items he put away were the video camera and tri-pod.

"I hope your wife enjoys the video," Victoria snarled. "She must be a real piece of work to sit with you and watch that."

"Who says she'll be sitting? Maybe sitting on my cock. I'm sure she would get more out of it if it were longer. It's barely an hour."

"I can't believe the two of you tell each other everything."

"Why is that so hard to understand?"

"Because crazy shit happens out in these woods. People do stuff that they would never do back home."

"Tell me about it. Last year the Chicago wives were sent to South Florida. Trina--my wife--was hit by two shots at the same time. When both hunters showed up to claim her, they couldn't tell who hit her first. One was a big black guy--looked like a football player or something--and an average sized white guy with a skull tattooed on his back. They both took turns fucking her for over an hour before the white guy decided to let the black guy have her. The white guy nailed another target, and after the Ball the four of them shared one room where they fucked until dawn. She almost missed the transportation to the airport. One of the best nights of her life, she said. She's hoping to top it this year."

Victoria choked back a tear. Lincoln and Antoine. The bastard fucked two women last year. I wonder how many he's fucking this year?

A helicopter roared overhead before landing in a clearing twenty yards away. John helped Victoria into the cockpit, then climbed in and closed the door.

"Is everybody OK?" the pilot shouted over the engine.

"We're good," John answered. "Any more stops?"

"Nope. You two were the only stragglers. Everyone else made it in under their own power."

"Alright then. Take us in."

The helicopter rose into the sky and carried them to the hotel. The pilot set down on a landing pad behind the parking garage. John reached into his bag and pulled out a yellow smock.

"Here's your cover-up. I'll be by your room around eight o'clock to pick you up. Don't be late."

"I can't believe you still haven't fucked me."

"Maybe tonight. We'll see how the evening goes."

"Fuck off."

John jumped out of the chopper, and then helped Victoria to the ground. He kissed her on the cheek, and then whispered into her ear.

"Don't pleasure yourself. I'll know if you do, and I'll be very upset with you. You won't like me if I'm angry."

"Who are you supposed to be? The Incredible Hulk? Get over yourself."

"Don't test me, Victoria."

"Listen up--I may be yours until tomorrow morning, but my private time is my own. That's what is meant by the term 'private time.'"

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Don't say I didn't tell you to go fuck yourself."

John put his arm around Victoria's waist, pulled her body against his, and planted a kiss on her mouth. With his other hand he reached for Victoria's nipple and gave it a firm twist.

"Oww!"

"Eight o'clock. Don't be late."

* * * *

I would like to thank my beta reader, Etaski, for her input on this story.



Trophy Wife Ch. 01



Ann felt a groan of disappointment from Kari but then the tongue cooperated and formed itself into a little prick that pistonned in and out of Ann’s channel. Ann moved her hips again and the tongue lapped alternately at each of the two lips. Then Ann rotated her hips back down and moved the tongue to its reward. Two hands snaked upward to massage Ann’s breasts. 

The pressure built in Ann’s hips. Suddenly the wave of warmth lashed out from Ann’s clit to her breasts to her fingertips and toenails.

“Oh, Kari, Kari, Kari. Oh! My! Lord!” Ann’s whole body went rigid and then let go. She felt as if all her joints had fallen apart, then blackness.



Trophy Wife Ch. 02



"Can you take the kids to lunch after soccer?" Ann queried Ted as they were getting ready to leave the house Saturday morning.

"Sure, babe. What's up?" 

"Kari asked me to go to lunch with her. It's her first weekend with Bob having the kids and she's down in the dumps." Ann had told Ted about Kari and Bob's pending divorce on the evening of her return from the Sunday School retreat. She had not found it necessary to tell him about her intimate involvement with Kari.

In truth Ann was conflicted about that night. She never told Ted about her other time with a woman. That had occurred a couple of years earlier and had been a one-time fling induced by much alcohol and an aggressive seducer. With Kari she felt a deeper connection. She felt guilt almost as if she had betrayed Ted with another man. She had tried to make it up to him that Sunday night by giving him a blowjob in front of the TV after the kids were in bed and later on sucking his nipples and riding him in bed until he exploded inside her.

However, by now the guilt was lessening. She and Kari had lunched together weekly since the retreat and talked many times on the phone. In the three outings and dozen phone calls, neither had mentioned the Saturday night lovemaking.

Ann drove to Kari's in her Mercedes 'M' Class. Kari had been watching and bounced out the front door before Ann rolled to a stop in the driveway. Kari was wearing a halter-type silk sundress whose flowery print was perfect for the sunny day in late spring. When she jumped into the front seat the hem that ended several inches above her knees rode up even further. Ann saw a flash of the firm thigh. When Kari greeted Ann with a kiss on the cheek, Kari's breasts rubbed across Ann's arm.

"Where to," asked Ann.

"I've made reservations at Chequers. First, we'll have salmon en papillote with Pol Roger champagne. Then, Bananas Foster for dessert. My treat." Kari named an upscale restaurant that catered to business lunches. On an early Saturday afternoon it would be almost empty.

"No! I will pay," Ann stated forcefully. "You can't afford to spend money until things are straightened out." Bob had agreed to keep making the house payments but the amount of child support and alimony was still being haggled over. "But your menu sounds divine."

"I wanted to do something for you! You've been so supportive and you've given me a shoulder to cry on. I want to pay you back."

"When Bob gives you the money you're due will be plenty of time. Are we agreed?" Kari acquiesced and they continued on to the restaurant, catching up on the last few days of children's adventures and everyday life.

When they entered the restaurant, Kari mentioned the reservations. The hostess spoke to the waiter in passing. The restaurant was almost empty as Ann had expected, but they were seated in a booth in the far back corner. The waiter materialized with a bottle of Pol Roger and opened it with a small but satisfying pop. After Kari approvingly tasted it, he poured their first glasses.

The delicious liquid swirled in Ann's mouth and coated her throat. "You really planned this out."

"Well, I wanted something special since I was so blue. Here - we're so far apart. Let's slide around." Kari moved to the back wall of the booth, the silk in her dress making a feminine shhhhh. Ann moved around also, her cotton walking shorts making almost no sound. Instead of being on opposite sides of the table, they were now only about two feet apart. "No one will hear us now."

Ann glanced around the room. All she could see were long, spotless white tablecloths set with wine and water glasses beside gleaming silverware, waiting for new customers. "I don't think that would have been a problem anyway. We can't even see the waiter."

Kari looked around the room and leaned outward slightly. "I can see him when we need him," she said. "A toast: to being rid of a no-good, two-timing husband. Drink up."

They clinked glasses. All of a sudden Kari's glass was empty and she was pouring a refill. "That is a problem. With the waiter so far away we'll have to keep the wine flowing ourselves. Hey, you're not keeping up."

"I've got to drive, remember," Ann stated.

"We just got here and we're not in any hurry are we?"

Ann gave in and emptied her glass. Kari promptly refilled it.

"That big-titted slut was with him today when he picked up the kids."

Ann listened but didn't say anything about Kari's boobs, which were a large C cup and stood proudly begging to be kissed. "Now where did that thought come from," she wondered

"'We're taking them for a weekend in the mountains,'" Kari mimicked a simpering nasally voice. "Well, slut, why don't you cram one of those mountains where the sun don't shine."

Ann had heard a lot of complaints and tears during the last few weeks, but she had never heard Kari's voice with such a hard edge nor using such coarse terms. "You've got to be strong for the kids. Show them there's one adult that they can count on."

"I know. But it's so hard not to just punch that vapid little bitch right in her face, and kick him in the balls. Not necessarily in that order. Now I've still got to rattle around that big house all by myself until late tomorrow night. I bet they're up at Highlands Inn with a suite and she'll let him do her ass while the kids are sleeping in the other bedroom." Kari was definitely feeling the effects of the champagne. "Maybe if I'd let him do that he'd still be at home. Do you let Ted?"

The fact that Ann had now followed Kari into a third glass of bubbly and the waiter had delivered a second bottle influenced her truthfulness. "Well, once or twice a year I might get hot enough to let him do me that way, but often he'll use a finger or his tongue."

Conversation stopped while the waiter placed the sumptuous looking salmon dishes in front of them. "Anything else I can get you?"

"No thanks, Jack. We'll probably have dessert later but give us plenty of time with this," Kari replied.

As they began eating, Kari's imagination created a scene of Ann's revelation. She saw Ann's long slender body on all fours, her hanging breasts grazing the bedspread with her nipples, her knees at the edge of the bed. Ted's strong hands were separating her nether cheeks as he knelt on the floor and thrust his face between them. She could hear the slurps as his tongue washed that warm brown space. Kari gobbled another bite as she imagined Ted rising to begin thrusting his meat into that winking eye. First she imagined a cock about the size of Bob's; then Ted had seven inches to insert; finally, she upped it to eight inches long. What would she do to actually see that! She imagined Ted pounding into Ann until the redhead collapsed in orgasm, pulling off Ted's rod as semen spurted onto her back. Kari felt wetness between her legs as the actions and sounds repeated on an endless loop in her mind.

The conversation restarted, shifting back to innocuous topics. Although Kari continued to interject complaints about her soon-to-be-ex, bedroom activities were avoided.

"Are you ladies ready for dessert, now?" Jack was clearing the plates away.

"Yes, please," Kari replied.

"Jack, I'll have a cup of coffee, also" Ann requested. After four and a half glasses of champagne, she wanted to sober up some before driving.

"And you, ma'am," Jack looked at Kari.

"Oh no. There's still some Pol Roger left and I'm not driving."

The Bananas Foster with its alcohol-flamed sauce and ice cream made a great ending to over two hours of decadence at the table. It did not improve Kari's sobriety.

After Ann scooped up the last bit of ice cream, she saw a dribble of sauce on Kari's chin. "Kari," Ann motioned with her napkin.

Kari dabbed at the wrong corner of her mouth. After several tries Ann reached out and gathered the syrup with the tip of her finger. She giggled as she showed Kari the sticky sauce.

Kari suddenly grabbed Ann's wrist and extended her tongue, while looking directly into Ann's eyes. What happened next was at once lewd and the sexiest thing Ann had ever seen. The world contracted to Kari's mouth and Ann's hand. The red tongue delicately dabbed at the sweet drops. Then it extended even further and gently curled and swirled around the first two joints. Kari pulled the finger into her mouth. Ann could feel the tongue rapidly flick just the very tip of her finger. Finally, Kari pulled the finger back out with just a slight popping sound.

The little pop returned an almost hypnotized Ann back to reality. She immediately realized two things: Kari's other hand was inside the leg of her shorts and her panties were soaked. 

As Kari stroked the nylon between her legs, Ann felt her pussy lips separate and her clitoris reach for contact with those wonderful digits. "Kari, not here," she hissed. What if someone sees?"

"There's no one around to see."

Ann's legs fell apart as heat radiated up her body to her breasts and mind. Suddenly Kari's fingers were underneath the nylon slickly spreading the wetness over her clit. "Oh god, Kari," she moaned. Her hips began to pulse against Kari's hand. She felt Kari push two then three fingers inside while continuing to caress her clit with her thumb. The slight sucking sound of the fingers moving in and out made Ann feel slutty and hot at the same time.

Kari moved her other hand to the knot behind her neck. Ann watched as if in slow motion while Kari pulled one end of the knot. The bow contracted and then disappeared. When Kari dropped the end, the material slid down her chest and caught on her nipples. A brief shimmy and the deep red nipples were right in front of Ann's face.

"Suck them," Kari pleaded.

Now it was Ann's tongue that bonded the two women. As the red spear extended Kari moved forward. Ann gently washed the nearest nipple then swirled around the tip and ended with a hard flick to the center. As her head moved so Kari rotated her body to bring the other breast over for attention. This time Ann sucked in the breast and rapidly but lightly vibrated the nipple. 
While this continued Kari mimicked the action on Ann's clit. Suddenly, a white-hot bolt flashed from Ann's pussy to her head. She moaned in release but the flesh in her mouth muffled the noise. She slumped back in the booth.

Kari still had her hand between Ann's legs but then she shivered and shivered again before she fell back against the bolster as her hand pulled wetly away from Ann.

"She had an orgasm just from her nipples," thought Ann before she closed her eyes. She rested briefly. When Ann opened her eyes again, she reached out and pulled Kari's halter back up and gently tied it behind her neck.

Ann was touching up her lipstick when Jack appeared with the check.

"Thank you for visiting us today, Mrs. Waters," the hostess spoke to Kari on the way out. "You look so gorgeous in that dress today."

Kari beamed and Ann thought "How lucky I am to be out with her today."

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ 

There were just enough clouds to keep the day from being too hot. Maybe a dozen children chased around the lawn like a grounded flock of birds. The adults lounged in the shade, the lionesses supervising the offspring over the rim of wineglasses and the lions regally sipping scotch as they discussed baseball and other weighty matters. Ann's annual Memorial Day cookout would be a hit again. 

The salads, baked beans and desserts were arrayed on the tables, waiting to be plundered. The coals had been lit and soon the lions would toss on slabs of kill (which had been hunted by the lionesses, of course) for the adults and hot dogs and hamburgers for the tasteless youngsters. 

"That blouse matches your eyes perfectly." Beth touched Kari gently on the side of the sleeveless knit shirt. "And the shorts: just tight enough to mold that sexy butt but loose enough to complete the innocent-virgin look." Her hand slipped to the top of Kari's hip.

"Do you really think so, Beth?" Kari looked over her shoulder and rotated her hips as if looking to see whether Beth was right. In reality she gave Beth an excuse to brush her hand over Kari's ass. When Kari turned back, her breast rubbed against Beth.

Ann heard and saw this as she approached the pair. "She just met Kari today," Ann thought. "What is she doing caressing her here in front of all our friends? And Kari warming up to her! Don't make a scene." Ann seethed internally at Beth's actions and Kari's response.

"Kari, can you help me with the lemonade?"

"Why don't you let Kari and I get it," Beth suggested.

"NO!" Ann amazed herself at the forcefulness of her reply. "I mean I just need one helper and Kari had volunteered earlier." Ann pulled Kari away by the arm.

Once inside Kari grinned. "I think you're jealous. Did you think Beth was trying to get into my panties?"

"Why would I think that?"

"Because she was. She was hitting on me as soon as she learned I was in the midst of a divorce. You saw her touching me and complimenting me."

"Beth's been married longer than I have. She's probably just being playful."

Kari sidled up beside Ann. "You seem to like my playfulness." Her voice was husky with a hint of desire. "I certainly like yours." She caressed the inside of Ann's thigh. Since the luncheon at Chequers, every personal encounter between the two had prompted some sexual activities.

"I'll show you playfulness." Ann growled with the heat of anger. She roughly pushed the shorter woman against the kitchen island as she vented her emotions physically. "Watch for anyone coming in."

Ann thrust two fingers up the leg of Kari's shorts. She didn't even try to slowly warm Kari up but immediately began massaging her clit. In a few seconds she could feel the wetness spread along Kari's slit. "You like it rough sometimes, huh? Did Beth cock your trigger and now you want me to get you off? Is that it?"

"Unnnhhh, Ann do my clit hard. Pinch it." Kari ground the hand between her hips and the edge of the counter.

Ann slipped another finger inside Kari's panties. It was awkward with the slim leg opening and the angle but Ann didn't want Kari to know there was any problem. Two fingers now trapped the sensitive nubbin while the third continued to stroke the hot, wet velvet.

"You want to act like a slut for another woman? I also saw you rub your body against her like a bitch in heat." Ann's voice had a hard edge and she was pinching Kari's clit repeatedly.

Ann took a chance and slid her other hand under Kari's blouse and grasped her nipple. Then simultaneously, she pinched and pulled the nipple while pinching the clit hard.

"Oooooh god," Kari slumped over the counter. She only managed to keep standing because Ann had trapped her there. Her pussy and ass spasmed rapidly for almost a minute. She lay across the island for another 30 seconds. "Let's get the lemonade out," she said shakily.

In a few minutes they were placing two jugs on a side table for the kids.

"Did you have a problem? It seemed like you two were gone for a while," Beth remarked.

"We just needed to stir things up," Ann replied. She motioned in the air with her hand. It swished close to Beth's nose.

Beth's eyes widened with recognition of the odor on Ann's fingers.



Trophy Wife Ch. 02



The narrator is an innkeeper who has invited his friend Elizabeth to dine with his only guests for the weekend. The guests are Jack and Jane Norwood. Jack is a rich, older man, and Jane is his young, beautiful, and submissive "trophy wife". In the first chapter Jack delights in humiliating Jane and sharing her with his hosts.

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I had never seen Elizabeth so turned on. Jane's beauty and submissiveness in combination with Jack's strength had her on fire. Elizabeth and I had played together many times, but I don't think I was ever tough enough on her. My concern with her feelings always made me tentative. With Jack she seemed to sense that he was going to do what he wanted, regardless of how she felt, and that excited her more than I ever did. I don't think she knew I was in the room, or for that matter what room she was in. The way she was looking at Jane I thought she might climb right over the table to get at her.

For her part Jane knew the effect she was having and she reveled in it. Between bites of my delicious casserole she stuck out her sauce-covered tongue and aimed it at Elizabeth.

Jack had been standing behind Elizabeth's chair with his hands down the front of her dress. "Now girls," said Jack, releasing Elizabeth's tits and returning to his seat. "Let's not get carried away...at least not before we have had desert. How about it Mr. Innkeeper? Surely you have some treat for us."

"Of course," I said. "It will just take a minute."

Jane continued to eat as I went to the kitchen to prepare the strawberries and ice cream. She seemed grateful to have been given the time to finish her dinner before the next ordeal. I heard Jack addressing Elizabeth.

"Do you think Jane has been punished enough for tonight?" he asked.

"Hardly," said Elizabeth. "Did you notice her bad manners in the way she let her tongue hang out with food on it?"

Jack laughed. "Yes, that was very bad. What do you think would be a suitable punishment"?"

Elizabeth was quick to respond. "Since she used her tongue to insult us, I think her tongue should have to make amends."

At that moment I returned with the tray of deserts and saw the horrified expression on Jane's face. It was clear that she was afraid of what Elizabeth might make her do with her tongue. Jack just smiled and winked at Elizabeth.

I began to distribute the desert plates. "Home grown strawberries and ice cream. And if you wish you can add a little of this chocolate sauce."

"Don't give Jane any," said Jack. "She's going to have to work for her desert."

The rest of us slurped down our strawberries and ice cream. Elizabeth made a big point of licking her lips while looking at Jane, who just sat there waiting for what she must have known was to come.

When we had finished Jack looked at me. "Please clear the table. I need to use it as a platform. Elizabeth will help you."

Elizabeth jumped up and together we took all the dishes into the kitchen. Jack kept his wife's bowl of strawberries and ice cream off to the side. 

"What are you going to do to me?" asked Jane, a lot of apprehension in her voice.

"Whatever I want, as usual," was his reply. Slowly he got up and approached Elizabeth, who was standing at the end of the cleared table. She was taking deep breaths and her eyes were hot.

He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, inviting him to kiss her. But instead he put his mouth near her ear and whispered to her. The room was dead quiet and we could all hear what he said.

"I want you to get up on the table and lie on your back with your legs hanging over the end. Our host is going to serve Jane her strawberries one at time as part of a strawberry hair pie. Maybe he will give her a little ice cream as well. Her sassy little tongue is going to be busy."

Elizabeth's body shivered like she had just stepped from a warm house into a snow storm. Without a word she turned and sat on the end of the table and squirmed her cute ass backward. When the backs of her knees hit the table she lay down. Her head was almost to the other end of the table.

Jack took a hold of the hem of her sun dress and pulled it up. Jane and I watched as her bare legs were gradually exposed. Higher and higher went the dress and still there was no sign of any other clothing. Finally the dress was bunched up over waist and her curly haired pussy was on full display.

"No panties?" comment Jack. "You are a naughty girl coming here to dinner like that."

"Ohhhhhh...." Elizabeth was too excited to say anything.

Actually I was not surprised. Elizabeth had come to my inn that way before. She knew that it really turned me on when I felt her ass through her dress and found no panty line. It was a message that she wanted action.

"Come here," he said to me. "I'll show you what I want you to do."

I watched as he took a big strawberry and dipped it into the still cold ice cream. Then he stood between Elizabeth's legs and leaned over. He use the fingers of his left hand to part the hairs on her pussy and uncover her slit. Then, holding the dripping strawberry by its stem he dragged it up and down the valley before lodging it inside her.

Elizabeth's hips bucked up at him and she moaned. I could imagine how the cold ice cream must have felt. All the while her head was turned looking at Jane, who was still seated at the table. They both knew what was coming and their eyes told each other they were ready.

Jack and I stood back. Jane got up without being asked and took Jack's place between Elizabeth's legs. Gallantly I brought up a chair for her to sit on. I thought it was going to take her quite a while to fish out that strawberry with her tongue.

"Good girl," said Jack to his wife. He turned to look at me and saw how I was admiring the profile of his beautiful wife. This seemed to give him an idea.

"Come here," he said. "I will prepare her so that you can use the fly swatter to encourage her to eat lots of strawberries." With that he pulled at a few critical points on the front of her dress and the flap over her breasts same away completely. It must have been secured by some hidden Velcro. Her glorious tits were now bare and hanging down as she bent over to reach the strawberry inside Elizabeth.

It was obvious what he wanted me to do, and I didn't hesitate. Taking the fly swatter in my hand I pulled over a chair so that I was in the right position to be able to bring the swatter up against Jane's hanging melons.

Swat.....swat.... One on each tit got her attention. She bent to her work.

"Ohhhhh....", came from Elizabeth. Her hips began to undulate.

"When she finishes that strawberry, put in another," Jack instructed me. "I will be busy elsewhere."

Elsewhere turned out to be up at the other end of the table, where he could position his cock and balls over Elizabeth's mouth. It seemed she was going to have to do some work with her tongue also. And he was in a position to encourage her by sliding his hands down inside the front of her dress and squeezing her tits. He dropped his pants and shorts and presented a very stiff cock to Elizabeth's eager mouth.

The scene before me was arousing me to a hardness I had not experienced for many months. Jane's tits bounced as I continued to slap them with the fly swatter. I could see her working her lips and tongue on Elizabeth, trying in vain to get her teeth on the stem of the strawberry. Both Elizabeth and Jack were moaning and breathing heavily. 

It was a good thing Jane had taken care of me that afternoon, or I would have lost it right there. Elizabeth's ass was bucking up and down as Jane worked on the strawberry. Just as I thought she was about to cum Jane raised her head and displayed the strawberry dangling from her mouth, her teeth around the stem.

Elizabeth groaned as she was denied the last few nibbles that would have taken her over the top. She stopped licking Jack's balls and screamed at Jane.

"Don't stop now you little slut. Finish me..."

"Tut, tut," scolded Jack. "Who are you to be making such demands of my wife and calling her names? Plus you stopped licking me without my permission. You are going to be sorry."

Jane sensed her husband's quick change of attitude toward Elizabeth. Standing up she turned to her husband so he could see as she picked a few hairs from her teeth. "The bitch is so hairy I could hardly find the strawberry," she complained.

Jack smiled. "We can take care of that. Bring me those cuffs and straps from Elizabeth's bag of goodies." Then turning to me he said, "Hold her ankles until we can get her tied down."

"Oh no you don't," exclaimed Elizabeth as she tried to get up off the table. But Jack quickly grabbed her hair and pulled her head back down, while I took hold of her ankles. She thrashed around but couldn't get any leverage to get off of her back. Jane returned with the cuffs and soon had her arms bent back with her wrists strapped to the table legs. At that point Jack let go of her hair and came to the other end of the table to help me spread her legs and secure her ankles. She was then totally helpless and she knew it.

"Okay...okay....you've had your fun...now let me go. I don't like being on the bottom."

I knew from experience that Elizabeth was a switch who enjoyed both the top and the bottom, and I could see from the hot look in her eyes that she was still turned on. "Me thinks she doth protest too much," I said to Jack and Jane. "Would you like me to bring some hair cutting tools?"

"Absolutely," said Jack. "And while you're at it, fill up that enema bag. She is going to get what's coming to her. Jane, get her ready."

As I left to go to my bathroom to get what Jack wanted I saw Jane pulling at Elizabeth's dress to bunch it up higher around her waist and expose her ass. Jack was in the process of doing the same to the top of the dress to bare her breasts.

It took me a few minutes to get everything together, but no innkeeper could have provided better service. I arranged a tray containing two sizes of scissors, an old-fashioned straight razor (very sharp), a mug of shaving cream, and a bowl of hot water. The enema bag was filled with warm, soapy water and hung from a cord over my shoulder.

When I returned to the dining room with my supplies I was greeted by a scene out of a BDSM movie. Jack had removed the flap that had covered Jane's ass, so that now his gorgeous trophy was on display in a most inviting way. Her perfectly shaped round little ass and her firm pointy tits were exaggerated by the frame of her tight dress. She was standing at the end of the table flicking one of Elizabeth's little floggers up between her victim's spread legs. Jack had applied nipple clamps to Elizabeth's stiff points and was tormenting her by knocking the clamps from side to side with the fly swatter. Elizabeth was twisting and jerking and moaning loudly.

"Ah, the innkeeper returns with the tools," said Jack.

"Please nooooo....." sobbed Elizabeth. "You can shave me, but not the enemaaaaa..."

Jack slapped her sharply across the face. "Be quiet woman. You will submit to whatever I want."

He nodded at Jane, who had taken the tray and put it between Elizabeth's spread legs. After being on the receiving end of her husband's sadistic treatments, she was happy to be the one administering the punishment. It excited her to see Elizabeth squirming and pleading. And she knew first hand how sensitive Elizabeth's pussy was going to be after being shaved smooth.

She began with the scissors and pulled the hair upward in clumps as she snipped it off. From the noises coming from Elizabeth's mouth I suspected that Jane was pulling harder than necessary.

"Ouch.....take it easy you bitch.....you don't have to.......ohhhhhhhh....."

Jane laughed. "If you would stop squirming so much I wouldn't have to pull so hard." 

Elizabeth responded by clutching her ass muscles and trying to hold still. Jane took the last big batch of hair between her thumb and fingers and jerked it so hard that Elizabeth's hips came off the table. She screamed so loudly that I was afraid the neighbors would hear.

"Whoops.....sorry.....," said Jane as she cut off the hair.

Jack was laughing as he complimented Jane. "I have taught you well. Doing the unexpected is the best way to keep the victim off balance. Elizabeth now knows she can expect no mercy from you."

"She has only begun to suffer," sneered Jane. "In fact I think at this point shaving her is the wrong thing. It won't hurt much and it leaves a stubble. Let me go get my hot wax machine so I can make her silky smooth and super sensitive for whatever you gentlemen have in mind."

"OH NO," cried Elizabeth. "I was waxed once and it nearly killed me. Anything but that....please....."

It was obvious from Jack's expression that he was enjoying Elizabeth's cries. He waited a minute for her to plead her case. "Jack, don't let her do this, please, I'll do anything you want....."

He stroked her forehead and smoothed the tears on her cheek. "Of course you will, Elizabeth," he said knowingly. "Jane, go get the machine."

"NOOOOO..."

"Elizabeth, don't be such a baby. Women do this all the time. I do it to Jane once a month. You will like it afterwards when I spread cold ice cream on you and have Jane lick it up. Now I need to trim your hairs to just the right length for the wax to do its job."

I think Elizabeth expected me to speak up for her, but I was too caught up in the excitement of the scene. Also from past sessions with Elizabeth I knew that she liked to scream "no" when she meant "yes". I had seen her have incredible orgasms right after feeling sharp pain. It seemed to help her let go.

Jack went to work on her pussy hairs with the little scissors and trimmed them down to about an eighth of an inch. He seemed to know what he was doing. As he worked he let his finger tip trace little lines in her folds, spreading the moisture and keeping her aroused.

"Ohhhh.....godddddd......I don't believe thissssss......"

In a few minutes Jane returned with a little electric hot plate and a ceramic beaker. A lump of hard red wax was in the beaker ready to be melted, along with a strip of cloth. I had never witnessed this procedure before, but I knew that the molten wax would be used to fuse the cloth with the hairs, and then the whole strip would be jerked away like a band aid.

"This is a high temperature wax," said Jane as she plugged in the heater. "It hurts a little more going on, but it does a super job. Her skin will be as smooth as a baby's behind afterwards."

With a final snip Jack finished his work and stood up and looked at me. "There. She is ready. Better bring out a big dish of cold ice cream. She is going to need some soothing."

I went to get some fresh ice cream, and when I returned I saw the wax bubbling in the beaker. Elizabeth was twisting on the table and taking deep breaths. She was trying to prepare herself.

Jack picked up the beaker and touched the wax with his finger. 'Oh, that's really hot!" he exclaimed. He walked up to the side of the table. "I will pour the wax and Jane you handle the cloth."

The first drops of wax feel on Elizabeth's stomach, part of Jack's technique of doing the unexpected. She cried out and thrust her hips upward like she was trying to throw off the burning ember. Then a drop hit on her left breast, near the nipple. But before she had time to react, he poured the whole contents of the beaker in a circular motion over her pussy.

"OHHHHHHHH........SHIIIIIIIIT........AHHHHHHHHHHHHH......" Elizabeth yelled out her pain and humiliation. Jane quickly laid the cloth on top of the wax and held it down. The wax began to harden.

Elizabeth's eyes were tightly shut, her body tense. Jane sensed the wax was ready and warned her. "Bite your tongue bitch. One, two, three.....".

"Whooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..........."

Jane held the hair covered cloth like an Indian warrior displaying a scalp. I looked at my friend's pussy and admired the pink, smooth skin, with every detail revealed.

"Quick, the ice cream," said Jack, his voice almost drowned out by Elizabeth's continuing screams. I ladled huge scoops on her pussy and spread it around with the back of the spoon. She was twitching and groaning but seemed to welcome the soothing coolness.

"Now lick her clean," he said to Jane. "She will be very sensitive and respond well to your talented tongue. I want you to give her a mind blowing orgasm before I fuck her."

"Yes sir," responded Jane. She pulled up a chair between Elizabeth's legs and prepared to sit.

"No," said Jack. "I want you to stay on your feet and bend over. Our friendly innkeeper deserves a crack at your ass. No pun intended."

Jane smiled at me and did as instructed. I can't tell you how sexy she looked in her high heels bent over with that bare perfect hemisphere protruding from her dress. As her tongue went to work on Elizabeth I dropped my pants and got into position. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jack, naked from the waist down, climbing onto the table near Elizabeth's head.



Trophy Wife Ch. 02



Victoria found her room, opened the door, and collapsed on the bed. A lingering horniness permeated her body; she was determined to address that issue despite John's stern warning otherwise. I'll rest for five minutes--then I'll buzz off. In my present state that shouldn't take more than a minute or two. He'll never know.

Sleep overtook Victoria, depriving her of an opportunity to act on her urges. When she awoke she checked her watch and found that she had just enough time to rinse the sweat and grime off her body before her massage, hair, and nails appointments in the hotel spa. I could skip the massage. That would give me an extra hour. Fuck that! There's no way I'm missing my massage after the hell I've gone through today.

Four hours later, Victoria returned to her room coiffed, made up, and fully refreshed. All I have to do now is to slip into my dress--and I've got almost an hour to do it. Hmm, should I?

Victoria dropped her robe on a chair, applied her perfume, and then removed a small vibrator from her suitcase. She propped some pillows against the headboard and then sat on the bed with her knees up and her legs spread apart. She dipped a finger into her slit, and then caressed her clit with two fingers. Within seconds her juices were flowing. She dipped a finger inside her warm tunnel a second time, and then reached for the vibrator. Just as she switched it on, there was a knock at the door.

God damn it!

She was tempted to ignore the knocking, but she was afraid that John may have arrived early. The person knocked a second time.

"Who is it?" Victoria called.

"It's the concierge," a voice answered. "I have a delivery for Mrs. Wellingford."

"I'll be right there," she answered. What the hell could that be?

Victoria put on robe and opened the door. A hotel employee was standing in the hallway with a vase containing two dozen orange roses.

"Mrs. Wellingford?" the concierge asked.

"Yes."

"These are for you."

"How lovely."

Victoria stepped back so the concierge could enter the room. He set the vase on a table in front of the window, then turned toward the door. He paused for a second when he saw the vibrator on the bed sitting next to the stack of pillows.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," the concierge smirked as he reached for the door handle. "And enjoy your evening, Mrs. Wellingford. If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know. I'm happy to be of service."

"Thank you." Victoria blushed as she closed the door behind him.

So much for that idea. I had best finish getting ready before John arrives.

Victoria located the small envelope attached to the bouquet of roses. She opened it and pulled out the card.

"Be amazing."

Aww, Lincoln is so sweet. He must be planning to be really bad tonight, if he's encouraging me to have a good time. Wait a second, this can't be from Lincoln. He doesn't know where I am. He won't know until I get home tomorrow and I tell him. But if not Lincoln, then who? John?

Victoria put on dress, stepped into her shoes, touched up her make-up, and then sat in a chair near the flowers. She sat for twenty minutes, checking and rechecking her make up while she counted down the time. At 7:58 she felt her heartbeat getting louder. At 7:59 it felt like a bass drum was beating in her chest. At 8:00 her mouth was dry and she was having trouble breathing. She stood up, walked to the door and peered through the peephole. Nothing. She paced back and forth, her anxiety rising with every second.

At five after eight there was a knock. Victoria hurried to the door and threw it open. John was standing in the hallway wearing a black tuxedo and carrying a wrapped package. He whistled his approval when he saw Victoria standing in her black gown. The floor-length dress was slit to her hips on both sides. The sheer bodice was practically see-through, revealing her breasts and nipples to anyone who looked for more than a second.

"Come in," Victoria said. "I've been waiting."

John stepped through the doorway, kissed Victoria on the forehead, and then handed her the package.

"This is for you."

"First flowers, and now a present," Victoria said as she took the package. "Aren't you the gentleman?"

"You might want to reserve judgement until you've seen what's inside."

Victoria untied the ribbon and tore off the paper. She lifted the lid from the box and looked inside. Her brow creased and her face flushed as she removed the contents of the package.

"What the hell is this for?" she asked, holding up a clamshell package similar to the one she opened in the woods earlier.

"That, my dear, is the final piece of your wardrobe. Let's put that in you."

John took the contents from her and tore open the plastic packaging. He went to the bathroom, ran some water, and returned a few seconds later.

"Bend over," he commanded.

Resigned to her fate, Victoria walked to the bed, spread her feet, and bent at the waist.

"Nice," John said as he flipped the sheer skirt over her waist. "You aren't wearing panties."

"In prior years I found that it's a waste of time. They don't stay with me very long, and I usually end up losing them. Why bother?"

"Good point."

John pulled a tube of silicon lube from his pocket, squirted some into the crack of Victoria's ass, and then smeared some more onto the surface of the butt plug. He placed the tip against Victoria's asshole and pushed.

Victoria felt a familiar pressure in her backside. She relaxed and allowed the tip to enter her. She soon felt her asshole stretching to accommodate the invading presence. Fullness gave way to discomfort as the plug continued to push the limits of her anus.

"Ungh. Hey! That feels..."

"Bigger? The smaller one was just to loosen you up a little without making you too uncomfortable. You're going to be aware of this one."

Great. That's all I need--my asshole stretched so wide I can't even fart.

John twisted and pushed. Victoria took a deep breath and then let it out slowly as the fat end of the plug reshaped her rectum. She put her head down and willed her sphincter to relax while the last inch of soft plastic stretched her open more than she had ever been stretched before. She gasped when the notched end slid into place.

"Whew. That's...there. Can you help me up?"

John helped Victoria to her feet, and then led her to the door.

"Got your card key?" he asked.

"It's right here," she answered. "Do you want to hold it for me? We're probably going to end up back here before the night is over."

John took the card key from her and placed it inside his jacket pocket. He closed the door, held out his arm, and escorted Victoria to the elevator.

"You're going to have to walk a little slower," Victoria said. "Between these heels and that thing you put in my ass, I can't move too quickly."

"As you wish, my lady."

John and Victoria took the elevator to the Mezzanine level where they found the ballroom. Upon entering the room, they were greeted by a regiment of club officers, senior members, invited guests, and the other Hunters. Each year the forty newest members participated in the Great Hunt, but the entire Chapter membership attended the Huntsman's Ball. It was easy enough to tell which were the Hunters and which were the senior members--the senior members were escorting women dressed in elegant ball gowns, while each Hunter wore on his arm the scantily clad trophy he bagged that morning. The honored guests were advised to leave their wives at home and to bring a date; some attended with their mistresses, others used the services of an escort agency. The Huntsman's Ball was no place to bring an uninitiated wife.

This was Victoria's fifth Huntsman's Ball, and she had grown accustomed to the affair. She surveyed the room, admiring the dresses of the other women, and noting with surprise the rugged handsomeness of the Chicago men. They don't seem to be quite as well-mannered as the Atlanta or Dallas men, nor as smooth and sophisticated as the Florida or New York men, but they are every bit as good looking. We could be in for quite an evening.

An orchestra in the front of the room played swing music while the guests mingled. John guided Victoria to one of two bars set up at opposite ends of the room. Before they reached it, however, a waiter came by with a bottle of champagne and a tray of flutes.

"I'll have champagne, if you don't mind," Victoria said.

"By all means," John replied.

John stopped the waiter and removed two flutes from the tray. He held them while the waiter poured from a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon.

"What shall we drink to, mighty hunter?" Victoria asked.

"To a night of surprises," John answered.

"That certainly sounds ominous."

"This is going to be a night that neither of us will ever forget."

"I don't know whether I should be excited or afraid." Victoria looked up into John's dark eyes.

"I would say...both."

John tilted his head and smirked. He touched his glass against Victoria's, then drained it in one long swallow. Victoria took a sip from her glass, paused to savor the taste, and then took another small sip.

John led Victoria around the room, introducing her to the club officers and some of the honored guests. After the second circuit they took a seat at one of the round tables ringing the dance floor. They were soon joined by another Hunter and his scantily-clad trophy.

"Is anyone sitting here?" the man asked.

"Just the two of you," John answered. "Calvin, I want you to meet my trophy, Victoria. Victoria, this is Calvin."

"Pleased to meet you," Calvin said as he took Victoria's hand and gave it a kiss.

"I'm charmed," Victoria replied.

"John, this sexy little slut is Rochelle. Rochelle, this is my good friend, John."

"My pleasure," John said as he bent in a deep bow.

"Well, well," Rochelle giggled. "The two of you are such dashing gentlemen."

"We're trying our best," John said. "We know that you Southern ladies are always so proper."

"You must have us confused with the Atlanta wives," Rochelle laughed. "Us South Florida women are a little more spicy. We've got that hot Caribbean blood flowing through our veins."

"Good to know," Calvin grinned. "Good to know."

Victoria did not know Rochelle well, but she did know her husband. Carl Jackson was a former professional football player who was forced to retire due to injuries. He got a large signing bonus the year before his retirement, and he invested the money in an auto dealership. He and Rochelle were all over television, blanketing the local programming with their commercials. One dealership became two, and then two became four. The last time Victoria counted, they had six locations between Homestead and West Palm Beach. Not too bad for a girl who illegally entered the country on a raft almost 20 years ago. Not bad at all.

The banter and small tank continued as the guests took their seats at the tables. Victoria looked around the room and took note of her friends. Maya Garcia, a short chubby Cubana with huge breasts spilling out of her dress was seated at the next table. She spotted her best friend, Elaine Covington-Bridgeford, seated with a large black man two tables away. His hands were all over her, but she sat stoically and endured his pawing. On the other side of the room she saw Belkys in a pink strapless and backless dress that wasn't going to last long once the dancing started. Her Hunter was a large, handsome man with a broad chest, long golden hair, and a perfect smile. You owe me for that one, Belkys. I better not hear you complaining on the flight back to Miami.

The orchestra continued playing while the servers delivered bread and salads to the tables. Victoria was buttering a roll when she heard a disturbance behind her. She turned in her seat and saw Maya on the floor, naked, kneeling on her dress. Tears were streaming down her face as the hunter used Maya's lipstick to write a message on her forehead.

Pig.

"That's terrible," Victoria said to John. "Why is he doing that to her?"

John and Calvin exchanged glances.

"Everyone knows Terry hates fat chicks," Calvin explained. "His wife is stunning--Lena's five foot ten, weighs one hundred eighteen pounds. Fitness instructor...former swimsuit model...not an ounce of fat. He thinks all women should look like her, and any who don't are worthless pigs with no self-control."

"Most women don't look anything like that," Victoria bristled.

"That's not Terry's fault," Calvin chuckled. He and John high fived one another.

"That's terrible," Rochelle said.

"Hey, you ladies know the rules," John replied. "They're stuck with each other until morning. If she didn't want to be treated that way, she should have run a little faster. It's not Terry's fault she couldn't get her fat ass out of the way of his paintball."

"That one couldn't get out of the way of a box of doughnuts," Calvin smirked.

Victoria started to respond, but John glared at her. The words froze in her mouth. Why am I letting him silence me? Not even my husband does that.

"Victoria," Rochelle asked, "would you like to join me in the ladies room?"

"Of course," Victoria answered, "I was just getting ready to go myself."

The two women pushed their chairs backward and started to stand.

"Not so fast, Victoria," John said. "There's something I need to get from you, first."

"Oh?" a wide-eyed Victoria asked. "What would that be?"

"Bend over," he said as he rose to his feet. "I'll get it."

John pushed Victoria's salad plate to the side and then pushed her face-down against the table. He lifted her skirt above her waist, gripped the base of her butt plug, and pulled. Rochelle gasped at the sight of the large plastic toy emerging from Victoria's butt. Calvin cackled with laughter while all around heads turned in his direction to see what was causing the commotion.

"Ungh," Victoria groaned. Her face flushed and moisture collected in the corners of her eyes. "Do we have to do this now? Really?"

Instead of removing the toy in one quick tug, John pulled it with a slow and deliberate motion. The pressure on Victoria's anal ring exceeded any feeling she had ever experienced. The lead surface of the toy was gently sloped--almost like a torpedo--for relative ease of insertion. That slope was almost non-existent on the back side--there, it was almost flat, like the underside of a mushroom cap.

"Uhnnnnnn--just pull it out," Victoria moaned. "Please."

More heads turned as the guests investigated the commotion. John took his time pulling the base of the plug. He seemed to be enjoying Victoria's physical discomfort almost as much as he enjoyed her emotional distress. Victoria felt as though she were being turned inside out; the pressure the flat side of the plug placed on her anus was far more intense than the pressure it caused during insertion. The sensation was not entirely painful; there was an undercurrent of pleasure existing alongside the pain--not enough that she would ever wish to do it again, but just enough so that the experience was not entirely unbearable.

When John noticed that all eyes in the vicinity were focused on Victoria's ass, he slipped his free hand under her leg and moved it toward her crotch. He extended his middle finger and wiggled it in the direction of Victoria's clit. Victoria felt a new sensation wash over her as John's fingertip flicked her seed while he continued to tug against her anus with the butt plug.

"Enough," Victoria hissed behind clenched teeth. "Just take it out."

"And deprive this crowd of an opportunity to watch you squirm? I don't think so."

John slipped his thumb into Victoria's pussy. Her slit was flooded.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're enjoying this."

"You would be wrong." Victoria hissed. I am, actually.

John removed his thumb and finger, and returned his attention to the butt plug.

"I almost forgot." He gripped the plug and pulled. It made a popping noise as it exited Victoria's asshole.

"Uhnnnn!" Victoria groaned.

Victoria stood up and straightened her dress. She used her napkin to dab the tears from her eyes.

"I'm ready, Rochelle," she said. "Let's go."

"Wait," John said. "One more thing."

"What now?" Victoria glared.

"Throw this away."

John tossed the butt plug to Victoria. She caught it, and then the two ladies walked away from the table.

The servers cleared the salad plates, and returned a few minutes later with the main course. Victoria and Rochelle returned just as the servers finished refilling their wine glasses. Victoria pulled her chair from the table and noticed another wrapped package in her seat.

"What's this?" she asked, casting a wary eye toward John.

"Just a little something to look forward to later," John answered. "Go ahead and open it."

Victoria unwrapped the present and removed the contents. It was another clamshell package, containing a plug much larger than the two previous instruments.

"'Bear Plug?'" she read the label aloud. "Is this for you? Do you need help getting it in?"

"That's for you, honey."

"John, don't be ridiculous. That last one barely fit inside me, and this one is twice as big. There's no way I could ever get that inside me."

"Don't underestimate yourself," John said. "I think you can do anything you set your mind to doing."

"It's enormous--there's no way," she said, pushing the package toward John. "Put it away."

"Victoria," John said in a slow, deliberate manner. "You can do it. I know you can. With the proper motivation, you can do anything."

"So, that's your plan for the evening? You're going to keep giving me bigger and bigger things to stick up my ass until something won't fit, and then you're going to file a complaint against me for refusing to cooperate? "

"Don't be silly. I'm starting to wonder if you suffered a head injury out in the woods. Did you have your helmet on at all times?"

"So, I'm crazy. Is that it?"

"You're acting crazy."

John reached into his pocket and pulled out the tube of lube.

"Here," he said as he handed it to her. "You're going to need this."

Victoria stood up, bent at the waist, pulled her dress over her hips, and exposed her ass to the entire room. She squeezed some lube onto her hand and rubbed it into the crack of her ass. When she was finished, she tossed the tube back to John.

"OK. Do it. Get it over with."

"Cool your jets," John replied. "I'm busy."

John slowly and deliberately cut a piece of his steak. He brought the fork to his mouth, bit into the meat, and chewed. He swallowed, took a sip of wine, and then repeated the procedure. He continued until he had finished his meal. He set his knife and fork on the table and then finished his wine.

"Aren't you going to eat?" John asked.

"I thought you were going to shred my asshole with that plug."

"I will, if I find it necessary. Somehow, I think your ass can take it. In any event, I never said I was going to insert that into you right now."

"But you said, 'you're going to need this,' when you gave me the lube."

"I'm sure you will need it, unless you think you can take that without lubrication. But not yet. Enjoy your steak. It's delicious."

John leaned over and whispered into Victoria's ear.

"What I do need, is for you to reach over, pull down my zipper, and liberate my cock. Get it hard and keep it hard. If it goes soft, I'm going to shove that butt plug up your ass and out your mouth. If I cum, I'm going to go in from the other side--down your throat and out your ass. Are we clear?"

"Yes," Victoria hissed. "Crystal clear."

Victoria reached over with her right hand, unzipped John's pants, and pulled out his cock. It was already in a semi-aroused state, so it only took a few strokes for her to coax him to a full erection.




Trophy Wife Ch. 02



"Good girl," John cooed. He planted the butt plug on the table next to Victoria's plate. "That should serve as an incentive."

"As if I needed one," Victoria bristled. "By the way, how am I supposed to eat?"

"I don't know. How do you normally eat?"

"With a knife and fork."

"Interesting. Just like everyone else."

"How am I supposed to cut my meat if I only have the use of one hand."

"All you have to do is ask."

"Will you help me?"

"It would be a pleasure."

John leaned toward Victoria and cut her petite filet mignon into bite sized pieces.

"Should I feed you, also?" he asked.

"That won't be necessary."

Victoria stabbed a piece of steak with her fork and lifted it to her mouth. It was impossible for her to savor the flavor while her mind was focused on the job at hand. Despite her hunger, the meat in her hand was commanding more of her attention than the meat in her mouth.

"John?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"What do you do for a living?"

"I paint."

"You're an artist?"

"No. I'm a painter."

"So you're an artist."

"No. I paint. Houses."

"You're a builder? A contractor?"

"No, I'm a laborer."

"Then... how...are you? I'm... confused."

"I won the lottery. Literally. I won the god damned lottery. Three hundred and twenty-seven million, six hundred forty-one thousand, two hundred and eleven dollars. I had the sole winning ticket in the fucking Powerball lottery. Now, I get a check for sixteen million, three hundred eighty-two thousand and sixty dollars a year for twenty years."

"I see."

"I'm worth more than all but three or four of these bastards. Mother fuckers who wouldn't have dreamed of talking to me six years ago were suddenly inviting me to join their private club and schmoozing me so I might throw some business their way."

"Do you?"

"Not if I have a choice."

"Why are you so bitter? You're one of them now, no matter how you got here. This club is all about upward mobility."

"I'll never be one of them--not that I would want to be. They'll rub elbows with me and shake my hand and try to solicit my business, but as soon as I turn my back they're snickering and laughing at me. No matter how much I'm worth, I'm still the poor slob married to the stripper."

"Your wife is a stripper?"

"She used to be, before we were married. That's how we met. I was a customer at the club."

"Interesting. That explains her taste in videos."

"To an extent, but not in the way you're thinking."

"Oh?"

"Trina has...issues."

"We all have issues. No one's life is genuinely easy. We just try very hard to make them appear that way."

"Tell me, Victoria, when you're at the supermarket, do other women stuff dollar bills down your shirt and ask you for a lap dance? Has the loan officer at the bank ever told you that the only thing he needed to close a loan for you was a lap dance and a blow job?"

"No."

"I didn't think so. But that's what my wife has to put up with from men and women just like you, your husband, and the other members of your club."

"It's your club, too."

"Don't remind me."

"So let me get this straight. You avenge your wife's honor by flogging naked women in the woods?"

John shook his head and looked away.

"No." He turned and settled his gaze on Victoria. "Its not like that."

"Then what is it?"

"You wouldn't understand. You're too vanilla."

"I run around in the woods with no clothes dodging forty men firing paintballs at me and I'm vanilla? Please."

"I'm getting soft. You need to concentrate on your assignment."

Victoria became aware of the fatigue and pain spreading up her arm. She realized that her pace had slowed and her concentration had slackened. She released her grip on John's cock, turned her chair toward him, and replaced her left hand with her right.

"Better?" she asked.

"Adequate," he answered. "Don't let your attention drift again."

"Getting back to what we were discussing," Victoria said.

"That discussion is finished. Let's talk about you and your husband."

Victoria gulped.

"I'd rather not."

John lifted an eyebrow.

"I'm not here to discuss my personal business," Victoria added. "I'm yours for the night, and then tomorrow I go home to my husband. Whatever happens here stays here, and whatever happens at home, stays at home."

"You sound like a commercial for Las Vegas."

"I have boundaries. I won't cross them. I don't care what you do to me."

"Have it your way."

John reached across the table and grabbed the enormous butt plug. He lifted Victoria from her chair, bent her over the table, and pushed her dress above her waist.

"Is this what you want?" he demanded.

"Go ahead. You're going to do it to me at some point. I might as well get it out of the way."

John slammed the butt plug on the table, released Victoria's arm, and stormed off toward the exit. Victoria remained motionless, bent over the table with her naked ass facing the room.

"Whooee!" Calvin bellowed. "I've never seen John so frustrated. You really pushed his buttons."

"I wasn't trying to."

"There are a three things he's sensitive about. You managed to bring up two of them."

"I didn't know...what's the third?"

"His mother."

"Of course. I'll be sure to avoid that subject. Thanks for the heads up, Calvin."

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart, and don't worry about John, either. He'll cool off in a few minutes."

"And then what?"

"I really don't know. You're the first trophy who has ever shown him that kind of spirit. All the other wives he's bagged were more, oh, how can I say it without being offensive? Compliant. They were more compliant. You, well, you're something entirely different."

"I don't know whether I should be pleased or concerned."

"I don't know either, sweetheart. This is new territory. All I know is the rest of the evening should be highly entertaining."

"Victoria, honey," Rochelle interrupted.

"Yes?"

"You can sit down now. The entire room doesn't need to see your naked ass."

Victoria blushed. She pulled her dress down and returned to her chair.

"Thank you," she said. "I..."

"Don't worry about it," Rochelle answered.

"I'm just..."

"Frustrated?"

"Yes. That man--he's so...so..."

"Unpredictable?"

"Exactly."

"He's getting to you."

"I don't think so. The only man who 'gets to me' is my husband."

"Oh, really? Then why are you so flustered?"

"I'm not flustered. This champagne has impaired my thinking, a little."

"I don't believe you. You haven't had that much to drink. I think you're in over your head, and you don't know how to handle the situation."

"Check yourself, Rochelle. John is a means to an end. That's all."

"I don't believe that crap, and neither do you."

"Ladies," John bellowed. He stepped toward the table, bowed toward Victoria, and then bowed once again in Rochelle's direction.

"Calvin." John tipped his head in Calvin's direction and then took his seat.

"What did I miss?"

"Well, dear," Victoria said, "Calvin was just explaining to us..."

"Soo-soo-sooey! Sooey! Soo-soo-sooey!" Terry bellowed from the next table. He held a dessert plate in front of the sobbing Maya as she crawled naked across the floor. Terry punctuated his pig calls with smacks of his enormous hand on Maya's quivering ass.

Victoria's gaze darted from the commotion at the next table to John, who sat to her left with a look of placid indifference on his face.

"John!" Victoria tugged on his sleeve. "Do something. Please."

"What would you like me to do?"

"Stop that! It's not right. She doesn't deserve to be treated like that."

"You know I can't interfere."

"That," Victoria pointed a shaking finger toward the other table, "isn't what this is supposed to be about!"

"Victoria..."

"You know I'm right." A tear rolled down her cheek.

"Victoria..."

"Be a man, John. Step up to the plate and be a man."

John clenched his jaw and glared at Victoria. He raised his arm, flattened his hand, and held it in a menacing pose. Victoria shivered, and then sat upright. She met John's glower with her own watery stare.

John's steely gaze bored into Victoria's eyes. He lowered his hand and stood up.

"Terry," he called. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure, Johnny boy," Terry answered. "What can I do for you?"

"Let's go get a drink."

"Alright. Just give me a second to finish feeding my little piggy."

Terry pushed the dessert plate into Maya's face, smearing chocolate and whipped cream all over her nose and mouth. He dropped the plate, smacked her ass, and then stood up and joined John at the bar.

Rochelle bent over and wiped Maya's face with her napkin.

"It's OK, sweetie, it's OK," Rochelle said as she stroked Maya's hair.

Maya wrapped her arms around Rochelle's waist and sobbed.

"Calvin," Victoria asked, "what do you think is John doing?"

"I'm afraid I have no idea. You've steered us into more uncharted territory. I don't know how this is going to work out. I will say one thing--I would be surprised if either John or your husband is still a club member when this weekend is over."

Victoria gulped. "I hadn't thought of that."

"What do you mean, 'you hadn't thought of that'? There aren't many rules here. It's pretty much an 'anything goes' event. You know that."

"But..."

"But nothing. Sure, Terry was making an ass of himself, but he's entitled to be an ass--he took her down. She's his trophy until morning."

"Would you want your wife to be treated like that?"

Calvin sat upright. He reached for his glass and drained it.

"What my wife does--so long as it is within the rules--is her business. End of story."

Calvin looked away.

"So, if a hunter in New York or Las Vegas takes down your wife next year and tells her..."

"End. Of. Story. This conversation is over."

"Hold on, Calvin. Let me get this straight. You're saying, so long as no rules are broken, it doesn't matter what happens to your wife. No matter how badly she is humiliated, you're OK with it. Is that what you're saying?"

"Listen to me, Victoria. I'm not going to discuss anything pertaining to my wife. I'm not going to talk about it. Now drop it."

"Drop what?" John's voice boomed.

Victoria turned to see John and Terry approaching the table.

"We were just wondering when the staff is going to serve our desserts," Victoria lied. "Nothing important."

"I see," John said. "Well, I do have something important to discuss. Or, rather, Terry and I have an announcement to make."

John turned and looked down at Maya.

"Maya, honey, get off the floor. Go to the restroom and clean yourself up. Put your dress on, and then come back out and join us."

Maya stood and beamed a smile toward John and Victoria. She avoided making eye contact with Terry.

"Oh, John, thank you," Victoria gushed. She stood and embraced John; she pressed her face into his chest as tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Let me finish," John said as he lifted Victoria's arms from his chest and nudged her back a step. "You might not be thanking me once you've heard the rest of what we have to say.

"Maya is going to be spending the rest of the evening with me," John announced.

Victoria's face broke into a wide smile.

"And that means that you will be spending the remainder of the night with me," Terry added. A feral grin spread across his chiseled face.

Victoria's smile disappeared. Her eyes blazed as she looked from John to Terry, and back to John.

"How? Why? You can't...I won't...I...no...no...," Victoria stammered while shaking her head from side to side.

"You begged me to help her," John explained. "This was the best I could do. This is the only way the matter could be resolved without creating problems for you, for your husband, for Maya and her husband, and for me. It had to be this way."

"But..."

"Good night, Victoria. I'm going to find Maya and take her to my room. Have a pleasant evening."

Victoria glimpsed a tear forming in the corner of John's eye before he walked away. She felt a lump forming in her throat as he turned and disappeared around the corner nearest the restrooms.

"My dear," Terry said. He extended his arm and grazed the back of his hand across Victoria's cheek. "Dry your eyes. We're going to have so much fun this evening."

Terry ran his finger across the plunging neckline of Victoria's sheer dress. Victoria shivered. Terry grasped the edge of the dress and ripped it to the floor.

"Well, let's see what we have here. Toned, nice tan, longer legs. A little fat for my taste. What do you weigh, around one twenty-five? One thirty? Tits could be bigger--have you thought of getting implants? No matter--even with those mosquito bites you're much easier on the eyes than that little pig I captured this morning. Definitely an upgrade. I won this deal. Of course, Johnny

Power Balls could never get the best of me in a deal. He's just not man enough."

Victoria stood rigid. Standing in only her high heels, she straightened her back, raised her chin, and thrust her breasts outward. She felt her face flush, but she clenched her jaw and refused to be humiliated despite the fact that she was being displayed and evaluated like livestock. A piece of meat. At least I'm leaner meat. I hope he sees that and treats me better than he did poor Maya.

"Bend over."

Victoria bent at the waist and leaned forward until her face rested on the tablecloth.

"Nice form. Do you take yoga classes?"

"I used to be an instructor."

"Excellent. I'm going to have some fun tonight after all."

That makes one of us.

"Let's see what we have here. Spread your legs."

Victoria moved her feet a few inches.

"More. I want to be able to point a flashlight at your cunt and see light shooting out your eyes like a power point projector."

Victoria felt her face flush once again as she moved her feet several inches in either direction.

"That's better."

Terry felt her upper thighs and then smacked her ass with an open palm. He placed his hand on her crotch and shoved two fingers in her pussy. He sawed them back and forth for several seconds, and then pulled them out when Victoria's pussy became moist.

"Fifteen seconds. Not a bad response time. I've enjoyed tighter spaces, but you'll do alright."

"Are you about finished with the evaluation?" Victoria snapped. "My gynecologist doesn't take this long."

"Let me remind you who is doing the favor for whom. You're mine now. I'll do with you as I wish. If you don't want to end up eating slop off the floor like my last little piggy, you would do well to remember that."

"Just get on with it." Twelve hours until check-out time. He has to give me an hour to get cleaned up and packed. That means eleven more hours of this asshole.

Victoria heard a faint buzzing noise, and then a second later she felt a hard, vibrating cylinder pressed against her clit. A mini vibrator? I won't object to that.

"That's...nice," she said.

Terry didn't respond.

The buzzing was barely detectable over the background noise in the room. After two minutes the noise became lost as a tingling sensation spread from Victoria's crotch. She fidgeted back and forth, shifting her weight from one high heeled foot to the other.

I'm going to cum.

Victoria tilted her hips, thereby increasing the pressure of the vibrator on her clit.

Just a little more.

All sound in the room disappeared. Victoria closed her eyes and pressed her clit against the tip of the vibrator.

"Mmmmm."

Fuck! I didn't mean to moan out loud. He's probably going to make me beg for it now.

Victoria was surprised when Terry did not pull the vibrator away. Instead, he slipped two fingers into her slick pussy and twisted them from side to side.

"Oh!"

Shut up, damn it! So close. So close.

Terry pulled his fingers out and then slipped them back inside of her.

"Mmmmm. Oh! Mmmm!"

Victoria's body shook as her orgasm spread out in all directions. Her hips rocked back and forth as she ground her clit against the vibrator.

"Ungh! Ahhh! Oh!"

She continued rocking while the waves of pleasure crested and then diminished in their intensity.

That was good. I needed the relief. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

Terry removed his fingers from Victoria's pussy. He switched off the vibrator and dropped it into his pocket.

"It seems that your friends have abandoned you."

Victoria glanced around the room. She saw Calvin and Rochelle on the dance floor in the midst of several other couples, but she couldn't find John or Maya anywhere.

"Now, what do we have here?" Terry reached across the table for the butt plug. He turned it over in his hands a few times and laughed. "This looks like something Johnny borrowed from his wife. I just wonder what he was planning to do with it."

Fuck. I forgot about that. Could this night get any worse?

"This looks rather large for such a small hole." Terry held the plug in front of Victoria. He turned it over and then handed it to her. "Feel that."

Victoria handled the object and then handed it back to Terry. She glanced around the room, feigning disinterest in Terry's veiled threat. She saw several couples on the dance floor, a few more scattered around the bar, and the rest engaged in various stages of sexual activity throughout the ballroom. Two tables over a naked woman she did not recognize was bouncing up and down on a man's lap. To her right a woman was laying on her back with her ankles over a man's shoulders as he thrust into her. To her left two seated men leaned back in their chairs with their eyes closed, as though they were experiencing a blissful dream. No doubt the two cocksucking women beneath the table are the explanation for their stupid glazed looks .

"What would you say that is, about three inches across at the widest point?" Terry asked. "Four, maybe?"

"I guess," Veronica answered in a low, even tone.

"That would have to do some damage, don't you think? I mean...I suppose if someone were used to getting something the size of a beer can shoved up their ass it wouldn't be too much of a problem. I know I wouldn't let anyone violate my ass like that. Have you ever had anything that big up your ass?"

"No," Victoria whispered.

"What do you think it might do to you?" Terry set the butt plug on the table a few inches from Victoria's face. "How do you think it would feel?"

Victoria gulped. I can't let him see that I'm afraid, damn it.

"Pain."

"Pain? Is that the best you can do? Of course you'll feel pain. An imbecile could tell me that it would be painful. I want to know what it would do to your muscles, to your tissues, to your psyche. I want to know what it will do to you." 

Careful. Don't provoke him. There may be a way out of this. Just give him what he wants. Let him assert his dominance.

"I honestly don't know," Victoria whispered. "It would be traumatic, I'm sure."

"You don't know? To tell you the truth, I don't know either. I guess there's only one way to find out."

Terry picked up the butt plug, pressed the tip against Victoria's asshole, and pushed.

"Oww! Stop! No!"

Terry ignored her cries and pushed harder. Her asshole was already lubricated, so the tip slid through the opening and penetrated an inch deep before meeting resistance. Victoria clenched her ass cheeks and tried to squeeze the invader out, but Terry was too strong. He forced another two inches of the conical plastic plug into her ass before her anus was stretched to the limit.

"Stop! Damn it! You're hurting me!" Victoria sobbed.

Pain seared her backside. She felt as though her flesh were being split into two. With her hands gripping the table cloth, Victoria squeezed and pushed and fought with all of her strength. Despite her efforts, the plug penetrated another inch.




Trophy Wife Ch. 02



"No more! You're ripping me! Please!"

Ignoring Victoria's pleas, Terry pressed her face against the table with one hand and pushed the butt plug into her ass with the other. His progress stalled with two inches remaining. He redoubled his efforts and added a rotating motion to the forward thrust, as though he were attempting to drive a six-by-three inch screw into her backside. That effort also failed.

"It would appear," Terry said, "that we have reached an impasse."

"Take that damn thing out of my ass," Victoria growled.

"As you wish."

Terry removed the butt plug and threw it on the floor. Victoria attempted to stand, but Terry held her down. He reached for his zipper, pulled out his erect cock, and thrust it into Victoria's gaping asshole.

"Ungh!"

There it is. Why am I not surprised?

Terry grabbed a fistful of Victoria's hair and pulled, forcing her to look up into his snarling face.

"That toy was too much for your fat ass. Do you think you can handle my cock, whore?"

Shouldn't be a problem--I've spent the past month preparing for this eventuality. Having butt plugs shoved up my ass all day wasn't really a bad thing, either. Except for the last one.

"Sure," Victoria sneered. "Just let me know when it's in. I wouldn't want to miss it."

Terry's arm snapped forward. He slapped Victoria with his open palm, leaving a red mark on her cheek.

"Ouch!"

Fuck! I deserved that for being stupid. I must remember to hold my tongue around this jackass.

Terry pushed Victoria's face into the table, leaned forward, and pushed his cock deep into her ass. He pulled all the way out, and then thrust forward again.

"Do you feel it now, bitch?"

"Ungh."

Terry withdrew his cock, paused, and then thrust forward again.

"I said, 'do you feel it now?'"

Just tell him what he wants to hear.

"Yes." Victoria groaned. "Your cock is enormous. You're ripping me in two."

Terry released Victoria's hair. He leaned forward, gripped her chin in both hands, and pulled her face upward until she was looking up at the ceiling.

"Don't," Terry growled, "patronize me."

Touchy much? Most men love to hear they're huge, even though they're unremarkably average.

Terry pushed Victoria's face into the table, drew his hips back, and then thrust forward, pinning her against the table.

"Ungh! Careful! You're hurting me."

I'm going to have bruises all over my thighs.

"I thought you liked it rough."

"What...ungh...gave you that...ungh...idea?"

"You were with John," Terry said, "but you asked for me."

Terry swatted both of Victoria's butt cheeks, leaving angry crimson palm prints on each side.

God damn it! This is a fucking disaster. You owe me, Maya.

"Fuck me...ungh. Just...ungh...fuck me." Just get it over.

"That's it, whore. Beg for it."

"Ungh!"

"Beg for it! Beg me to fuck your whore ass!"

"Give it to me! Ungh! Give it to me!"

"Give you what?"

"Ungh! Your cock...your big...ungh...hard cock."

"You want it?"

"Ungh! Yes!"

"Yes what?"

"Yes I...ungh...want your...ungh...cock. Give me your...ungh...hard cock."

"Where do you want it?"

"In my...ungh...ass."

"Where?"

"In...ungh...my ass."

Terry smacked Victoria's butt cheeks again.

"Oww!"

Mother fucker!

"Try again, whore. Pay attention this time. What do you want?"

"Ungh! I want...ungh...your cock!"

Terry grabbed her hair and pulled her head off the table, and then pushed it down against the hard surface.

"Oww!"

Just do that again and see what happens.

"One more time. What do you want?"

"I want...ungh...your cock...in my...ass?"

"Make me believe it."

Self esteem issues? My god this guy is a nut case. Here goes.

"Fuck me! Ungh! Give it...ungh...to me! Fuck my ass! Ungh! Give me...ungh...your big...cock!"

"That's it, whore."

"Ungh! Yes! Give me your cock! Ungh! Fuck my ass! Fuck my whore ass!"

"I knew you were a whore. Do you like that cock, whore?"

"Yes! Ungh! Yes! Fuck my ass! Give me that cock!"

"Take it whore! Take it!"

"That's it baby! Ungh! That's it. Fuck my whore ass! Fuck my ass, baby!"

Shut up and fuck me.

"Here it cums, whore! Here it cums!"

Almost there. Just a little more.

Victoria reached between her legs with one hand and found Terry's ball sack. She gave it a slight squeeze and then released.

"Mmm! Yes, whore, just like that. Stroke my balls. Stroke my balls."

"Harder, baby, fuck me harder!"

"Yes! Oh yes! Just like that!"

"Harder, baby, harder!"

"Shit! Fuck! Yes! I'm...I'm...cum..."

Victoria waited until Terry was ready to spurt. At the precise moment when she felt his cock twitch and his body go rigid, Victoria squeezed with all of her strength.

"Ahhh! Fuck! Oh! God damn! You bitch! You god damn fucking bitch!"

Terry's rapidly shrinking cock slipped from her ass, shooting cum all over her thighs. Victoria spun around, aimed, and delivered a vicious knee to Terry's balls, crushing them with every ounce of force she could generate.

"Ungh! Oh!"

Tears streamed down Terry's cheeks. He cupped his wounded ball sack, leaned forward, and collapsed on the table.

"For the record, my ass is not fat!" Victoria kicked off her shoes, picked up her dress and purse, and ran for the door. No one seemed to notice her as she knifed her way between the tables. Everyone was lost in their own lust, too preoccupied to be interrupted by a naked woman fleeing.

After she made it to the exit, Victoria stopped to put on her dress. She opened her purse and pulled out her phone.

Pick up. Please pick up.

No answer. She hit the redial button.

"Hello?"

"John, what's your room number?'

"Who is this?"

"Victoria. What's your room number?"

"Seven twenty. Why?"

"I don't have time to explain. I'll be there in a second."

Victoria switched off the phone and ran for the elevator. The door opened and she stepped inside. She punched the 'close door' button, then found the button for the seventh floor. When the car stopped she burst through the door and raced down the hallway. She found the door marked '720' and knocked, but it opened as soon as she touched it. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She turned the dead bolt and set the safety lock.

"Do you mind telling me what all this is about?" John asked.

The room smelled of sex. Maya was curled up beneath the blankets, her dress and shoes piled on the floor. John was sitting up against the headboard with a sheet over his legs. His clothes formed a crumpled heap next to the television.

"You have to hide me."

"From whom?"

"Terry."

"What did you do?"

"What do you mean, 'what did I do?'" Victoria snapped. "How about, 'what did he do?'"

"Calm down, Victoria. Get to the point."

"I smashed his balls."

"What?" John stood up and approached Victoria.

"You heard me. I smashed his balls. He deserved it."

"I believe her," Maya said. "He's terrible."

"Start at the beginning," John said, turning from Victoria to Maya and back to Victoria.

"That asshole was out of control. He tried to shove that giant butt plug up my ass, and when he couldn't get it in he slapped me around and beat my head against the table."

"Did he hurt you?"

"Yes!"

"Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No." Victoria lowered her eyes to the floor, and then looked up at John. "I got out before it reached that point. I would have ended up in the ER if I had stayed."

"It's true," Maya said. "I had to go to the hospital and get checked out after the Hunt. I was hoping to be admitted so I wouldn't have to come back for the Ball."

"Are you OK?" Victoria asked.

"Physically, yes. Mentally, I'm not so sure. This has been the worst day of my life."

"I see," John said.

"No--I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. You saved me from him and I'm grateful. But the things he did to me in the woods...I've done this hunt twice before, and I've never suffered anything like the abuse I experienced today. He's awful."

"And you thought I was bad," John said to Victoria. "In any event, the two of you are safe now. You can relax."

"Maya might be safe, but he's going to come looking for me. You have to get me out of here."

"I wouldn't worry about Terry," John responded. "You hurt him and humiliated him. He's not going to show his face again tonight. I wouldn't be surprised if he packs up and leaves the hotel without saying good bye to anyone."

"Are you sure?"

"Terry is...complicated. It drives him crazy that some guy in a hotel a thousand miles from here is screwing the shit out of his perfect wife. Neither of you resemble her type in the slightest, and he just doesn't find either of you attractive. If his trophy isn't as hot as his wife, then he has a difficult time coping. I'm sorry, but that's just Terry. To tell you the truth, Maya, I'm surprised he even took a shot at you."

"He didn't," Maya answered. "I was running with Alicia Cardona, but she tripped over an exposed root just as he was shooting. The shot hit me, instead."

"That explains everything," Victoria said. "Blonde, tall, slender, athletic--Alicia played volleyball at the U. She's his type precisely."

"Now it all makes sense," John said. "I wouldn't worry. If he can walk, he's probably packing his bags right now."

"Don't make me leave," Victoria pleaded. "I won't get in the way, I promise. I'll sleep in the other room."

"No--you're staying in here, with me."

"So I'm being thrown to the wolves?" Maya's eyes watered.

"You can stay, Maya, but I need for you to go to the other room and watch some TV for a while. I have some unfinished business with Victoria."

"Works for me," Maya's face softened and her body relaxed. "I've had a long enough day already."

Maya turned and headed for the sitting room. She stopped to grab a blanket and pillow before leaving.

"Close the door behind you," John said.

"No problem," she responded.

The door closed. John looked in Victoria's direction and then nodded toward the door.

"Nobody's twisting your arm, Victoria." John grinned. "You're free to go to your room. But if you choose to stay, you play. Understand?"

"I guess I don't have a choice. Just leave my ass alone, alright? It's had a rough day already."

"Not a problem. I've always preferred pussy to ass, anyway. Now get out of that dress."

Victoria pulled the zipper downward and let the dress slide to the floor. A sly smile creased John's face. He walked to the foot of the bed, stopped, and reached for the video camera that was mounted on a tripod. He switched off the camera and climbed onto the bed.

"Why did you do that? Won't your wife want to see what happens next?"

"I've got enough footage for her. She'll just have to imagine the rest."

"Will she be upset?"

"Maybe. Probably. But this isn't about her, anymore. This is about me and you."

John swung his legs around so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He dropped a pillow onto the floor which landed between his feet.

"Get over here," he said. "On your knees."

Victoria rushed to comply. She knelt between John's thighs, took his cock and balls in her hands, and lowered her face to his crotch. John's manhood smelled of sweat and sex. Maya. Who could have imagined that I would be getting her sloppy seconds twice in same day. Victoria extended her tongue and licked the underside of John's limp cock. There was no reaction, so she opened her mouth and swallowed the head. She swirled her tongue around the underside, over the crown, and back again. There was still no response.

"Hey," she said, removing the flaccid organ from her mouth. "Is this thing awake? Do you want to rest for a while?"

John stood up, placed his hand on the back of Victoria's head, and pushed her face into his groin.

"You, my dear, are going to have to work for your reward."

John grabbed a fistful of Victoria's blond hair, pulled her head back, and then rubbed his cock and balls all over her face.

"Open your mouth."

Victoria parted her lips just enough for John's manhood to slip past her teeth. John pushed her face into his belly, filling her mouth with his cock. Holding her head in place, John moved his hips back and forth. He face fucked her with his soft organ as a wolfish grin crept across his face.

So this is how it's going to be. I guess if I'm being honest with myself, I'd have to admit that it would have been disappointed if he had behaved any other way. He is what he is, and that's still a million times more tolerable than Terry. At least I know John won't hurt me.

John's cock swelled in her mouth. His thrusts slowed as it grew thicker and longer, and in a matter of minutes it was pushing against the back of her throat.

"Swallow it," John commanded.

Victoria stretched her jaws to the maximum. She tilted her head so that her neck extended forward, thereby opening her throat another centimeter. John pushed until the last inch of his stiff cock penetrated Victoria's mouth and her nose was pressed against his belly. He held her head in place until she choked. Victoria's eyes bulged and her face turned red, but John continued holding her. Victoria felt her gag reflex trying to expel the meaty intruder from her throat. She squeezed John's butt cheeks in an attempt to get his attention. John continued holding her in place for several more seconds. He counted to ten and then relented, pulling her head away from his groin as a long string of saliva ran out of Victoria's mouth and slid down her chest.

"Again."

John pushed his cock into Victoria's mouth a second time. He held her head for nearly thirty seconds before withdrawing. For the next five minutes he repeated the process over and over. The strain caused tears to flow down Victoria's face. Her make up was smeared and her mascara formed raccoon eyes before dissolving into black streaks on her cheeks. Streams of saliva flowed from her mouth, dribbled down her chin, and pooled on her breasts and belly. John withdrew his erect cock and waved it in front of Victoria's face.

"Now we're ready. Hop up on the bed."

Finally. I can't count the number of times I nearly puked.

Victoria crawled onto the bed. She moved to the center, crossed her legs, and looked in John's direction. John went to the closet, fished around in his bag, and returned with several lengths of rope.

"Give me your hands."

Victoria extended her arms. John wrapped the rope around her wrists and tied off several knots in a manner that bound her together and left one long piece hanging to the floor. He tied that end to the headboard. He tied another rope to Victoria's right ankle, wrapped the length around the two posts at the foot of the bed, and then finished by tying the rope to her left ankle. Victoria was bound to the bed with her legs spread and her arms extended over her head in a manner that resembled an upside down "Y."

John climbed onto the bed and placed his hands on the headboard. His feet were on either side of the bound woman's head. He lowered himself into a squatting position until his balls rested on Victoria's chin.

"Really?" she asked. "You're tea bagging me? Is that the best you can do?"

"I want you to savor the taste of my salty nuts."

"Isn't this kind of juvenile?"

"Maybe. I've waited a year to say that line. It sounded better in my head than it does in my ears."

Men. They're never fully grown.

John shifted on the balls of his feet.

"Whatever."

"When you look back on this night, you'll realize that this is the moment when your life changed. This is when you began a journey from which you will never return. This is when you realized that your entire life is lie."

Spare me. I thought you were different, but you're just another man who thinks his junk is made of gold.

John rocked backward, smothering Victoria's face with his ass. He leaned forward, shifted his weight to his elbows and knees, and buried his face in Victoria's pussy. He licked from bottom to top, top to bottom, and side to side. He ran his tongue up and down her inner lips, and then flattened it and licked down the center slit. He licked up the juices flowing from her channel. He sucked her swollen labia between his lips, pulling and stretching them with his mouth.

Victoria wasn't ready for John's oral assault, but it was exactly what she needed. He does know how to eat a pussy. I wonder if I have his wife to thank for that? She felt an orgasm creeping into her brain, and prayed that John wouldn't stop licking before it arrived. He promised me I would beg for it. If that's what he wants, I suppose I can handle it.

John licked and sucked and slurped the pungent feminine juices. Victoria felt her orgasm approaching. Her legs flexed and twisted as she pulled against the restraints. Her butt cheeks clenched and then released. She tried to tilt her hips, but the ropes were too tight. She was immobilized.

"Lick it! Lick it!" Victoria cried. "Yes! I'm cumming."

The orgasm exploded in her brain. Her body went rigid, her legs flexed and her toes pointed.

"Ungh! Yes!"

John lifted his mouth, took a huge gasp of air, and then resumed his attack. He narrowed his tongue to a point and sent it in search of Victoria's clit. He found the rigid nub peeking from its hood and concentrated his efforts on the tiny piece of pink flesh. He flicked his tongue back and forth and side to side, attacking it from all angles.

Victoria felt another explosion growing in her brain. A wave of heat washed over her skin, singeing every nerve ending in its path. The wave reached her brain and ignited a fuse that erupted in the back of her head. She felt her awareness expand and collapse at the same time. Her world was a white hot blackness that consumed the oxygen in the room and blinded her in an explosion of heat and color.

"Yes! Ungh! Yes! Oh! Yes!"

Victoria's body jerked and twitched in response to the wave of sexual pleasure wracking her overloaded nervous system. The ropes cut into her wrists and ankles as she flailed her limbs against the unrelenting bindings. She did not notice the pain in her extremities, and she would not notice her blood on the sheets until the next morning.

I've never cum that hard before. Never. I've never come back to back like that before, either. Now I understand why women crave multiple orgasms. They get more intense.

John didn't stop licking, and Victoria found herself racing toward a third orgasm before her second had fully subsided. She tugged against the ropes, but they refused to give. Her head was the only appendage capable of movement, and it was thrashing against the mattress in a furious rhythm.

"Mmmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmmm! Ohhhh!"

Victoria's body was on fire. Every nerve felt as though it were plugged into an electrical socket. The slightest touch caused a cascading ripple of pain and pleasure to wash over and through her.

"No more! No more! Stop! No more!"

John ignored her. He continued flicking Victoria's swollen clit, focusing his attention on that raw, fleshy center of tingling nerves.

"Please. Stop. No more. No more. I can't ...no more."

John lifted his face from her pussy.

"Had enough?"

"Yes!" Veronica gasped.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please."

"Sorry."

John lowered his face and resumed licking. Victoria's body convulsed as another spasm rippled through her. This is like being held down and tickled, but a thousand times more intense. John sucked and licked, prodding Victoria to another mind-shattering orgasm.

"Stop! Please!"

John refused.

"Oh! Ahhhhh! Mmmm!"





Trophy Wife Ch. 03



In the first two chapters the innkeeper, Stephen, enjoys playing with his guests for the weekend, Jack and Jane. Jack has offered his trophy wife Jane for Stephen's pleasure. Unselfishly Stephen invites Elizabeth, a bisexual friend, to come for dinner. Both women are forced to submit in ways that drive them crazy with lust. Chapter 3 tells what happens starting the next day.

Chapter 3

It was a long night for my friend Elizabeth. She had come over expecting to have a nice dinner and meet some interesting people, and instead found herself in the middle of an orgy directed by a sadistic old man. At about midnight Jack said he was going to turn in, and that I should take both women with me to my bed. I guess he didn't want to hear them whine about how sore they were.

I enjoyed the feel of those soft bodies on either side of me, but all of us were too sexually spent to play anymore. In the morning Elizabeth got up early and took a long shower. I was still half asleep when she kissed me on the cheek and whispered that she was going home and would call me later.

The sun was well up by the time I finally got up and staggered to the bathroom. When I returned Jane rolled over on her back and opened her eyes. The sheet covered her only from the waist down, and she made no attempt to pull it up. God she was beautiful. I stood naked by the bed, proud of the fact that my cock was rising like I was a teenager seeing his first naked woman.

She smiled and reached out a hand to tease my balls. "O goodie," she crooned. "I like starting the day with a good screwing. Old Jack won't be up to it for hours yet. What happened to your friend Elizabeth? I could have sworn she was in bed with us."

My dick was now at full attention, and I knelt on the bed so that she could touch it, or lick it, or do whatever she wanted. Her invitation to fuck had taken over my brain. "Elizabeth went home to nurse her wounds," I said. "You and your husband worked her over pretty good."

"She's not wounded. Did you see how she reacted to the enema when Jack made her hold it and chased her around the room? She loved every minute of it. Well, maybe not the wax treatment, but she will be glad of that in the future. In fact if you were to call her in a couple of days and tell her how much you liked licking her smooth pussy, she would be over here in a flash."

"What about you?" I asked, loving the way she was diddling her fingertips. "Do you like having your hairless cunny kissed and licked?"

"Umm, but right now I want this stiff dick up inside me. I get plenty of sex with Jack, but he's never this hard."

I yanked the sheet away and extended my legs to lie down beside her. Her hand never left my cock. She pulled me into position by tugging on it like it was some kind of handle, and I honestly think she would have pulled it off if I hadn't followed as she directed me.

Her eyes radiated a playful lust as she brushed my now slippery tip in and around her well lathered slit. "Are you ready for this, big boy?" she teased.

"Oh god..."

"Get on your back," she ordered, and when I twisted my body she threw a leg over me and rose up so that she was sitting on my thighs. Her hand moved, her hips shifted, and suddenly I felt like my whole body had been sucked into a tunnel of ecstasy. The expression on my face must have been something, because Jane grinned at me like the proverbial cat who had cornered the canary.

"Don't move," she murmured. "Let me set the pace and do the work. I can make it last longer."

That was fine with me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the warm, slithering sensations that were sending electric charges up and down my body. So focused was I on capturing every erotic tingle that I did not hear Jack come into the room. His voice snapped me back to reality.

"Well, I see my faithful wife is up to her usual tricks early today. It's a good thing I took my Viagra. Faster, Jane. You need to pump him faster. Maybe this flogger will help you pick up the pace."

At the mention of the word 'flogger' I felt Jane's pussy spasm on my cock. She moaned and leaned down over my body with her forearms against my chest, deliberately presenting her naked back to be whipped by her husband. Jack lashed her back and forth with the lightweight flogger, hard enough to sting but not do any real damage. It was a definite turn on for Jane.

"You love this don't you sweetheart," he taunted. "Move on him! Grind him!"

"Ohh goddd... yes... yes...", she gasped, bouncing her ass up and down and skewering herself on me. If it hadn't been for all the action the previous night I would never have been able to hold up under that onslot.

Jack moved around the end of the bed, picking his targets on her ass and the backs of her thighs. Between slaps of the whip he would drag the thongs over her skin, sensitizing the surface and making her squirm in anticipation.

"You couldn't wait to screw the young innkeeper again, could you?" he jeered. "Didn't you get enough last night? It's really a challenge to keep a hot wife like you satisfied. I have to keep finding studs like Stephen for you. Go ahead, fuck him good."

"YES Jack.. I love his hard cock. Go ahead and whip me. I don't care..."

"HA... You love the whip."

"And you love that I love it.. ahhh Stephen... that's it.... Yeaaa....."

Suddenly the noise of the flogging stopped, and I felt another weight on the bed. Jack was between his wife's legs, straddling mine, and positioning himself to give it to her in the ass.

She tried to protest. "Jack no, not that, not now...."

"Now sweetheart, no complaining. I know you too well. Push that nice ass up for me. That's it. Here we go..."

"WHHAAA..."

Being mildly homophobic, I was not thrilled being part of that kind of threesome, but my cock didn't seem to mind. And after that initial penetration, neither did Jane.

"Oh god, Stephen. He's buried in me... I can feel both of you... it's... it's... it's..."

"It's what?" I gasped.

"It's INCREDIBLE!! FUCK ME, STEPHEN... FUCK ME!!"

**********

A good B and B always serves a complete breakfast to its guests. My specialty was eggs benedict with fresh fruit and gourmet coffee. Jack and Jane sat down at the table on the patio and enjoyed the warm morning sun as I served them. They were conservatively dressed, and aside from the occasional knowing grin, you would never have suspected they were anything other than normal guests of the inn.

"Delicious eggs," Jack commented as I took away his empty plate. "Didn't you think so Jane?"

She smiled at me. "Yes indeed. Stephen runs a first class establishment. Good food and great service."

"Well, it's another beautiful day," I said. "Will you be doing some sightseeing in the area?"

"No, I think we will just relax in the sun, and do some reading. I have a bit of business to transact, so I will be on my cell phone quite a lot today."

It was amazing how quickly we had switched from sex partners to guests and host. But I took my cue from them. "Very good," I said as I backed away carrying the dirty dishes. "Let me know if you need anything."

Jane raised an eyebrow at that, but said nothing. I retreated into the kitchen. By the time I finished cleaning up and returned to the patio they had gone to their room. I needed to go to town to replenish my food supply, and that seemed to be a good time to do it.

At about eleven o'clock I returned and found Jane reading under the shade of the big tree, while Jack was pacing around the pool talking into his cell phone. Much to my disappointment neither had changed into bathing suits. I left them alone and busied myself in the kitchen and office. I was paying bills when Jack tapped on the door and stuck his head in.

"Can I speak with you Stephen?" he asked. "I have a proposition."

"Sure. Come in."

He sat in the chair by my desk. "I have learned this morning that an important business deal is going to require my presence in England right away. In fact I have booked a flight out of your local airport this afternoon. I may be gone several weeks."

"Will your wife be accompanying you?"

"No, she would be a distraction on a mission like this. That's what I wanted to talk with you about. She could drive the Jaguar back to New York, but it's a long trip for a woman by herself, and I'm not sure I want her waiting for me in New York anyway. There are too many young men with lots of money in that city, and one of them might offer her a better deal."

"So..."

"Here's the thing, Stephen. She likes you. She likes this place. We have discussed her staying here until I get back. I would rent one of your suites for her."

I thought about my rental calendar. "I don't see how I can do that Jack. Other customers have reservations. There are periods during the next month when I am completely booked."

He smiled broadly. "Well, during those periods she could stay in your quarters with you."

"Oh.."

"Or maybe Elizabeth could put her up for a night or two."

"I see.."

"She is quite a good companion. And she does, shall we say, 'decorate' her surroundings, rather like a handsome trophy."

"And how does your trophy feel about this arrangement?"

"As I said, she likes you. You could even say she has the hots for you. But you will have to work to keep her satisfied. You see, she has an almost insatiable sexual appetite. You must have noticed that."

My palms were sweating. To have that glamorous, sexy, exciting woman under my roof and desiring my attentions was almost more than I could comprehend. In fact, it was a little scary. I had already been called on to fuck her three times in less than twenty four hours, and I needed time to recover. I wasn't as young as I used to be.

"She would have to obey me the way she obeys you," I blurted out, hardly thinking about what was coming out of my mouth.

"That goes without saying," he replied. "She needs to be dominated. I will make sure she understands that I am temporally transferring my power to you, and that for her to maintain our financial deal, she must do as you say. One email from you to me complaining about her disobedience will result in no money going into her account this month."

"You pay her monthly?"

"Neither of us likes to think of it as payments. I am sharing a part of my fortune with her. It's just that the sharing takes place monthly, so that we are always clear where things stand in case either of us wants to call it off."

My mind was racing. There was no problem in renting her a room; after all, I run a public inn. But half the time she would be living with me in my room, and the word would get around town that I had a very young and very beautiful girlfriend. I had my reputation to consider.

Okay, I considered it. "Mister Norwood, I would be pleased to take care of your trophy while you are gone. Do you need me to drive you to the airport?"

*********

One of the unstated side benefits of my arrangement with Jack was that I got the use of his Jaguar as well as of his trophy wife. An hour after our conversation I was driving him the five miles to the airport. Jane elected to stay at the inn. I could imagine what probably happened in their room during their last hour together.

Jack was very talkative. "I really appreciate this Stephen. This deal in England is important, and knowing I have a safe place to leave Jane makes it easy for me to go."

"She's a big girl," I said. "Surely she could have taken care of herself while you are gone."

"Oh yeah. But I might not have been able to find her when I got back. She's got a wild streak and tends to do dangerous things. Men lose their heads over her, and she lets them. Twice she's been almost killed by jealous lovers. That's one of the reasons she hooked up with me. I indulge her passions and keep her safe. One of these days she will meet the right man, who is the right age, and grandpa Jack will be history. In the meantime she's building her nest egg, and I'm having the time of my life."

"How long have you been together?"

"It's been over two years."

"And you've kept her satisfied?"

"Ha. I could never have done that without help. Guys like you, and gals like Elizabeth, carefully chosen and monitored by me, have kept it exciting for her. On some of my business deals she has been quite an asset."

"What about the BDSM element? Is that your thing, or hers?"

"I discovered early on that it turns her on to be bossed around and dominated. We have theorized that her need to be controlled and humiliated is the flip side of the fact that her beauty gives her power over men. All her life men have tended to be in awe of her, and have treated her gingerly. I caught her at the right moment when she was sick of that, and using my money I assumed a power position that pushed her buttons. It works for me too."

"From what I observed she gets off on more than just being bossed around. You stung her pretty severly with that fly swatter."

"It's a game we play. She defies or disobeys me in some small way, and I punish her lightly with a paddle or a whip, usually after she's been restrained. It makes her hot and bothered and ready to do anything, as you saw last night. You can treat her this way while I'm gone. But don't hurt her."

"I won't. In fact, I'll probably be too easy on her."

Jack turned in his seat and put his hand on my shoulder. "I've learned a lot about women and kinky sex in the past few years. Our culture tells us that women should be treated as equals and not pushed to do anything, and that leads to vanilla sex that tends to be bland and monotonous. In order to generate real excitement both men and women resort to finding new partners. Alternatively they can get all the excitement they want and grower closer emotionally if they are willing to let go of the cultural taboos and experiment. For a significant percentage of women the demonstration of power and rough sex of some variety is the ultimate turn on. Jane is one of them."

"Interesting. How did you find this out about her?"

"Ha. At my age I don't have the time for subtle courtship. As a famous statesman once said, 'power is a strong aphrodisiac'. My money gives me power. My lack of concern about what other people think gives me the freedom to act without inhibition. I was direct with Miss Jane, and she responded."

"You certainly have a more exciting life than most older men," I said. "Usually they are resigned to their sex lives being pretty much over. What else can you tell me about your gorgeous wife?"

"She loves to dress up and be admired. You will find lots of clothes in the trunk of this car. Some are costumes that she looks really good in. Make her dress up and parade herself for you and your special guests. Then punish her for being such a tease. That always drives her crazy."

All kinds of images were running around in my overheated brain. I pictured a formal dinner with Jane dressed as a French maid serving the guests and being forced to endure being felt up by both men and women. I saw myself putting her over my lap in front of everyone and spanking her bare ass while she cried and kicked her long legs. The possibilities were endless.

"I can see it's going to be an interesting few weeks," I sighed.

"For sure," he said. "You won the sex lottery when we pulled into your parking lot."

"Yes, well, here we are. It looks like your plane is at the gate. Call or email me to let me know when you will be returning."

"I'll do that. Take care of her, Stephen. You can have parties with other people, but don't let her leave the inn unless you are with her. She knows she's not supposed to do that, but you need to watch her."

"You're putting a lot of responsibility on someone you hardly know," I said.

"I'm a good judge of people. Good bye. See you in a few weeks."

***************

When I got back to the inn Jane was reading on the patio. The tan skin on her shoulders contrasted nicely with the low cut yellow sundress. She put down her book and gave me a big smile.

"Well Stephen, it looks like you are stuck with me for a while. What awful things did my husband tell you about me on the way to the airport?"

"Nothing awful at all. He stressed that he wanted me to take care of you and entertain you until he returns."

"Entertain me?" she grinned. "How do you propose to do that, Mr. Innkeeper?"

I sat down beside her and put my hand on her knee. "I'll think of something," I said casually.

She let her leg flop to one side under the pressure of my hand. "You and your friend Elizabeth have done a pretty good job of making my stay interesting so far. You are a very sexy innkeeper. I encouraged Jack to let me stay here and wait for him."

"I'm glad you did. You are unlike any woman I've ever met, and I don't mean just in appearance. I want to get to know you."

"You're sweet. Most men just want to get their hands on my body. Not that I mind, usually."

"What do you mean, 'usually'?"

"I like sex, but not with just anybody. Some men are gross. The reason I'm not going with Jack on this trip is that I can't stand the man he is meeting. Jack knows that and made excuses for me."

"So he is considerate after all."

"Oh yes. All that ordering me around and humiliating me is part of the game we play. He picks up on whether I am enjoying it and stops if I'm not."

"You mean all that resisting when he had me rub the suntan lotion on you was fake?"

"Of course it was. I loved it. You should know that from the response you got."

"I thought it was because my skilled hands overcame your reluctance."

She smiled. "Some reluctance. The warm sun, your strong hands, the erotic coconut aroma of the lotion...yum."

"I think you are a genuine hedonist. Have you always been this way?"

"Since I was fourteen. Even before that I liked playing doctor. It has gotten me in a world of trouble."

"I'll bet. How did you get hooked up with Jack? Where did you meet him?"

"I was modeling in a fashion show. He was in the audience and sent me a note."

"What did it say?"

"It said that he would pay me five thousand dollars to have dinner with him, no strings attached."

"How did you react to that?"

"I was intrigued. All I knew was his name. I checked him out with the show manager and was told that he was super wealthy and that he was too old for me. The age thing didn't bother me. I am attracted to older men. And like most women I had a bit of the 'gold digger' in me. So I met him for dinner at my hotel."

"And?"

"He was different. He didn't try to flatter me. I saw a super confident, successful man who knew what he wanted and was unconventional. At the end of the meal he gave me an envelope containing a hundred one hundred dollar bills--$10,000, twice as much as he had promised."

"I'll bet that got your attention."

"No kidding. He said that he was willing to pay five thousand dollars just to enjoy looking at me during dinner, but that when he found he was enjoying the conversation just as much, he felt he had to double the payment."

I grinned. "I thought you said he didn't try to flatter you."

"Well, maybe just a little. But we did have a lively conversation."

"What happened next?"

"I thanked him, picked up the envelope, and left. But as I was waiting for the elevator I had second thoughts about taking his money without giving him anything except my company for dinner. I really liked the guy. So I went back to the restaurant. He was still sitting at the table."

"Was he surprised to see you?"

"Not particularly. I think he knew he had not seen the last of me. I sat down and asked him what he was planning to do the rest of the evening. He smiled and showed me a flier he had been reading. It was an advertisement for a BDSM club."

"Wow, the plot thickens!"




Trophy Wife Ch. 03



"He said he was going to check it out and invited me to come along. It was a night that changed my life. I had fantasized about being forced to submit sexually, but I had no idea about how powerfully I would be aroused by the actual experience."

"You participated that night?"

"Participate? I was led straight to a dungeon room by a bitch in leather boots and strung up with my hands in manacles dangling from a beam in the ceiling. Jack must have called ahead and arranged it. He watched as the dominatrix took her time disrobing and tormenting me. When I protested he told me to shut up and go with it, and that he would protect me. Then he joined in on the action, exploring my body and holding me still while that overheated woman whipped me with a flogger. In the end they draped me over a padded bench and Jack took me from the rear. Other people were crowded in the doorway watching."

"My god. I never knew such clubs existed."

"Oh they exist all right. Every big city has at least one. Jack has taken me to more than I can count. The sexual atmosphere in those places is so thick it smothers any inhibitions you still have left."

"So after that night you and Jack made your deal?"

"Yeah. He laid it out at breakfast, and I took it. I have had no regrets."

"He's never ordered you to do something too drastic? Pushed you too far?"

"Never. Although this is the first time he has turned me over to a strange man and left me alone with him, and for an extended period. He gave you complete power over me. How do I know that you will not push me too far?"

"Ha. I think it may be the other way around. You have already pushed me beyond my most ambitions fantasies, and drained my potency in the process."

She grinned and parted her legs further. "There are lots of ways to make love that don't require potency. It's ninety nine percent in the head anyway."

"Yes, well why don't you continue with your reading while I take care of some chores. I'll grill us some steaks tonight."

"Okay," she said. "How do you want me to dress for dinner? I have lots of costumes. Reach into your libido and turn me into an object of your secret desires."

"I always liked the 'French maid' image."

"You mean the innocent girl who has no choice but to obey her patron? The girl who is forced to submit and in the process discovers her kinky nature?"

"That's the one."

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I had just put the steaks on the grill when Jane appeared in her French maid costume. The sizzle from the meat on the grill was drowned out by the sizzle emanating from her outfit. The short black dress was trimmed in white along the hem and the cuffs of the abbreviated sleeves. A white lace apron hung from a tie around her waist. Black suede gloves extended halfway to her elbow and ended in bands of white with cord-like loops that looked like they were intended at attachment points for some kind of restraining device.

The deeply scooped neck revealed a creamy white valley below a black collar studded with silver rings. Her legs were bare and tensioned by open-toed shoes that had heels at least four inches tall. But the most striking feature was the way the skirt was cut in the back. An upside down 'V' with the point at her waist exposed almost all of the deliciously round hemispheres of her ass. There was no evidence of a thong or any other kind of panty.

She posed and spun around so that I could admire her from all angles. "Oh master, I am so embarrassed in this uniform you gave me to wear. How can I possibly clean and dust and serve you dressed like this? What if guests were to arrive?"

She was into the role and I was delighted to play my part. "You will wear what I tell you to wear, and do what I tell you to do. Or would you rather quit before you have even received you first paycheck? With no money how will you care for your ailing mother?"

"Oh sir, you know that my mother is counting on me to support her. But she would never approve of my appearing in public like this."

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her. Now get busy and sweep the patio. I have to tend to these steaks."

It was hard to watch the grill with Jane prancing around. She made sure I saw all of her best features as she pretended to sweep nonexistent leaves from the terrace. The flashes of bare ass accentuated by the black fabric were driving me crazy. I had to get my hands on her.

"Jane, I have dropped my spatula. Come here and pick it up for me.'

"Yes sir," she said.

I tossed the spatula far enough away from the grill to allow her to stand between me and the object she had to retrieve. She took the hint and positioned herself so her ass would be almost touching me when she bent over. Of course she could have squatted down, but the unwritten rules of our game meant that she had to keep her legs straight and offer her ass. I took full advantage of the opportunity to explore every curve and crevice.

"Oh sir, what are you doing?" she whined under my touch. You shouldn't be doing that!"

"Hold your position girl! I can do whatever I want. Now move your legs apart."

"Ohhhh.."

"Now look what you've done," I complained. "You have distracted me and made me overcook the steaks. You will pay a price for this!"

She wiggled her ass and stood up. "I am sorry sir. But I only did what you ordered."

"That's no excuse. Go get the bread and salad. Because I am such a generous boss I will let you eat with me."

The steaks were surprisingly good, in spite of being more well done than I like. As I savored the food I studied the beautiful woman sitting across from me. Obviously she enjoyed displaying herself for me in the sexy costume. There was nothing subtle in the way she was taunting me by sticking out her tongue between bites. She was daring the master of the house to discipline and ravish her. I thought about how I could use the spatula on her ass while she washed the dishes.

We had barely finished eating when the phone rang. I tried to ignore it, but after fifteen rings I figured someone really needed to talk with me.

"Hello, Hideway Inn," I said.

A man's voice responded. "Oh I'm so glad you finally answered."

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

"My wife and I have been driving all day. We didn't think there would be a problem finding a room for the night, but we've tried everywhere. Every place is full. Your inn is our last hope. I will pay you double your normal rate. Otherwise our weekend is going to be ruined."

He sounded desperate and truly worried. I suspected they were city folk counting on a great weekend in the country. My first impulse was to turn him down and continue playing with Jane, but then I thought it might be interesting to involve some other people. It seemed that Jane was going to be around for quite a while, and I would have plenty of time alone with her.

"All right," I said. "I do have an open room. Where are you now?"

"Only ten minutes away."

"Have you had dinner?"

The reply was pained. "Unfortunately no. And my wife is not happy. I felt we had to find a place to say first."

"I've got some good steaks, and the grill is still hot. If you want I could serve you dinner and save you from going out again."

"That would be great!"

"Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes. What are your names?"

"John and Carol."

"I'm Stephen, the owner of the inn."

"Thanks, Stephen. You are a life saver," he said and hung up.

"We are going to have company," I said to Jane. "Let's get clear these dishes. And we need to heat up some more potatoes and asparagus."

"Should I change into something decent?" she asked.

"We'll play it by ear. You stay out of sight in the kitchen until I can size up these people. If I think they can take it, I'll have you come out in your maid costume and serve us. It could be fun. Otherwise, I'll let you know so you can go change and join us if you want."

"I like the way you think," she said. "You have imagination and an adventurous spirit. I can see why Jack likes you."

"And it's not hard to see why he likes you," I added. "Hey, I hear a car pulling up. You'd better go hide. And while you're at it, act like a real maid and clean up the kitchen."

"Yes sir."

I hurried outside to open the gate for my new guests. They pulled into the parking area in a no-nonsense, late model Volvo, a marked contrast to the sleek Jaguar parked to one side. A man bounded out of the driver's side door and rushed up to shake my hand.

"Hello," he said enthusiastically. "I'm John, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate your accommodating us. I had no idea we were going to run into an antiques auction that would suck up all the hotel rooms at the last minute."

He was a nice-looking guy with lots of dark curly hair and a trim, six foot physique. I placed him in his mid-thirties, and figured him to be a professional of some type. "No problem," I said, taking his hand. "I'm Stephen and there is a nice room waiting for you with a king bed. I hope that will be okay."

"Oh yes, that's perfect. My wife and I are getting away for a romantic weekend." He punctuated his last remark with a sly wink. This could get interesting, I thought.

The passenger side door opened, and out came a striking looking blonde wearing black slacks and a red silk shirt. In her high heels she was almost as tall as her husband. She did not look happy.

"Hello, I'm Carol," she said. "I was beginning to think we were going to be sleeping in the car. John promised me a memorable weekend but neglected to make any reservations."

"Now Carol, everything's okay. Stephen has some steaks waiting for us, and I have that good wine we bought."

"Yes indeed," I said. "Welcome Carol. The grill is hot. Grab your bags and come on in. You must be hungry."

I had them leave their luggage in the room and led them to the patio. John brought along two wine bottles in a fancy carrier. It was apparent that he intended to push ahead with his romantic weekend. Looking at his wife, I didn't blame him. She was a classy lady and her slender figure looked very good in her four inch heels and snug-fitting pants. Her big blue eyes radiated mischievousness and seemed to take in everything.

"You have a charming place here," she said.

"Thank you. I've worked hard to make it attractive and romantic."

She beamed me a thousand watt smile. "You've succeeded."

"Have a seat here at the table," I said. "I will bring you some wine glasses and an opener."

"Great," John said. "Will you join us? This is very good wine."

"I'll be happy to, but I should put the steaks on soon while the fire is hot."

The wine was a superb Merlot. Carol and John downed their first glass almost before I got mine to my lips."

"Ah, that's better," sighed John. "The last hour has been rather stressful."

"Yes," agreed Carol. "You see, Stephen, our marriage needs a little pick-me-up after ten years, and we have both been looking forward to this trip. We needed to get out of our humdrum life and have some fun. I'm afraid I got a little cross with my husband when he didn't plan better."

"I understand," I said quickly, before John felt he had to defend himself. "We specialize in having fun here at The Hideway Inn. In fact if you're really feeling adventurous there is a DVD player in your room and some special movies in the cabinet in my office."

John's eyes lit up. "Really?" he said, looking at his wife. She smiled coyly.

Their reaction to my deliberately provocative revelation told me what I needed to know. They were at least open-minded when it came to sex. It was enough for me to risk bringing Jane out in her revealing costume.

"I'm going to have the maid bring out the place settings," I announced. "Then I'll put the steaks on."

Jane was waiting for me in the kitchen. She had opened her own bottle of red wine. "Well?" she asked.

"They say they are looking for adventure. Let's give them a taste and see what happens. I want you to bring out place mats and silverware, but don't let them see your backside. From the front you are sexy but decent; from the back you are ultra-sexy and indecent."

"That's going to take some tricky maneuvering," she said.

"You can do it. I'll give you a signal when I think they are ready for the full show. After that, who knows what may happen."

"And you said you were sexually worn out."

"It's amazing what a middle-aged man is capable of," I joked. "Give me a minute and then come out."

When I returned Carol and John were on their third glass of wine and had opened the second bottle. That was a good sign. Their inhibitions would be suppressed when the French maid appeared. I gulped a mouthful of wine and went to the grill.

Jane knew how to make a dramatic entrance. She emerged from the kitchen and paused under the porch light. The white accents on her costume shown brightly and drew your eyes to her bare shoulders and legs. Carol was facing the door and sucked in her breath.

"Uh oh," she murmured. "This is no ordinary maid."

John looked quizzical. "What do you mean... oh my god.. look at that!"

I spoke to Jane. "Well, don't just stand there. Give our guests their utensils. And then bring out the other food. The steaks will be ready in a couple of minutes."

"Yes sir," said my dutiful maid. She approached Carol first and carefully positioned the placemat, knife, and fork. Then she shuffled sideways toward John and repeated the process, but this time she leaned forward to give a good look down her cleavage.

John was speechless. "You have a very beautiful maid," Carol said to me.

"She's okay," I replied. "I'm still training her. I can see that she has forgotten the napkins. It's hard to get good help these days."

"Oh sir, I'm sorry about the napkins," Jane blubbered. "Please don't punish me. I'll get them straight away." She backed away from the table and shuffled to the kitchen door, her eyes darting from John to Carol and back again, enjoying the effect she was having on them.

"You actually punish her?" John asked.

"It's sometimes necessary," I said. "It's the only way they learn."

Carol was more direct. "Exactly what are her duties?"

"What you would expect; she cooks and cleans and makes beds. Oh, and I like to take sponge baths. Sometimes she helps me with that."

GULP... John let a mouthful of wine go back into his glass. Carol just grinned. "John, honey, we have stumbled onto a really interesting inn," she said. "I'm glad you didn't make reservations at some stodgy old bed and breakfast."

"The steaks are ready," I intoned. "Now where is that lazy maid with the potatoes and vegetables?"

Jane appeared with the serving bowls of potatoes and asparagus just as I was placing the sizzling steaks in front of them. She still did not have the napkins. I spoke to her crossly. "Where prey tell are the napkins?"

"Oh.." she murmured. "I forgot."

"Well go get them!" I barked. At the same time I made a twirling motion with my finger, indicating that she should turn around this time. Three sets of eyes zeroed in on her naked ass as she hustled toward the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about that," I said apologetically as I sat down at the table. "I hope you don't spill anything on you before we finally get some napkins."

"Not a problem," said John.

"I'll bet you think it's not a problem," kidded Carol. "What an outfit! Stephen, aren't you afraid of embarrassing your guests having a maid dressed like that?"

I smiled. "Are you embarrassed?"

She smiled back. "What do you think?"

"I think not. Of course, I don't let her come out like that with all my guests. I am pretty good at determining which ones are open minded and game for some excitement."

"Good call in our case," she said. "John and I have been too conservative for too long. I for one am ready for some excitement. What about you John?"

"Well...."

"Ah, here she comes with the napkin," I said. "Finally. Jane, please spread the napkins on the laps of our diners."

"This should be interesting," smirked Carol.

"Here you are madam," Jane said, laying the cloth covering over Carol's thighs. "And here's yours sir... oh my... I may need a larger one."

John's face was red. Carol and I chuckled. We could imagine the way the napkin must be tenting in his lap.

"That's enough Jane," I laughed. "Let the man eat his steak dinner in peace."

"Yes sir. Will there be anything else?"

"Not at the moment. On second thought, why don't you turn off the grill and clean the grate."

We all watched as Jane fussed around the grill, turning this way and that and giving us a good view of her assets. Twice she dropped the scrapper and had to bend over to pick it up. John was having trouble placing his knife in the right place to cut his steak. About a third of it was still left when he speared it the wrong way and it slid off of his plate onto his lap. The juices quickly soaked through the napkin and onto his pants.

"Whoops," he said.

"Oh John," wailed his wife. "Those are your good slacks. They're going to be ruined!"

"Not necessarily," I said. "Jane bring a bowl of soapy water and a sponge. Finish eating John, and then we'll have Jane clean you off."

"Ummm..." said Carol. "This is really good steak. Don't waste that last piece John."

Her casual attitude toward what we all knew was about to happen gave John the permission he needed to relax and go with the flow. He took the still tasty morsel of prime beef from his lap and put it back on his plate to finish eating it. Carol was already finished and admonished him. "Now John, I want those pants cleaned well. You let Jane do what she has to, you hear me?"

His response came out as a kind of croak. "I hear you loud and clear."

Jane was waiting with a bowl and small sponge. She looked at John and smiled. "You'll have to push back from the table sir so I can work on the problem."

John gripped the arms of the chair and scooted backward. Carol and I adjusted our positions so we could watch. For an instant Jane stood still, her eyes moving from John's lap to his eyes and back again, communicating her interest in the growing ridge in his pants. The stain from the steak ran along the crest like a road on a mountain range. Finally she knelt down and squeezed most of the water out of the sponge.

"This is quite a bad spill, Mr. John sir. It will take a bit of rubbing to get it out. Please open your legs so I can get in closer.

After a last inquiring look at his wife, John spread his legs and took a deep breath. Jane walked her knees into the gap and rested her arms on his thighs. She was prolonging the moment of actual touching and adding to the eroticism of the scene. My sexy French maid was showing herself to be an expert at teasing and seduction. I was imagining myself in John's place, and getting harder by the second.

She began by dribbling a little water from the sponge. Every group of drops that hit the crease produced a twitch in John's trousers and a moan in his throat. He was squeezing the arms of the chair like he was holding on to a bucking horse. His head was back and his eyes closed.

"I'm going to begin by skimming the surface to collect the juices that have pooled there," Jane purred.

"AHHH...."

"Um, there seems to be quite a bit along here... and also in this area.."

"OHH.. GOD.."

"Mr. John, you are going to have to stop jerking around so..."

"I.... CAN'T.... HELP.... IT!!"

"Then I'm just going to have to rub harder..."

The sponge dipped into the bowl and came back saturated with soapy water. Jane mushed it onto his pants in an agitated circular motion that I was sure was massaging the full length of his rigid cock. The poor man was sure to cum in under a minute. I stole a look at Carol and observed that she was taking short breaths with lust radiating in her countenance. I had an idea on how to drag out the scene and increase John's pleasure.




Trophy Wife Ch. 03



"Jane," I said. "I don't think that hard rubbing is going to do it. You need some kind of brush with bristles to work into the fabric. "I'm going to bring you an old toothbrush."

"Good idea," she said. "In the meantime I'll just sponge up some of this water."

"Ohhhh... "

"Just put your head back and relax. My goodness you are hard under here. Where does this thing end? Oh, here it is. Right where there is a big spot that needs cleaning.

"Ahhh.... Ooo...."

I handed the toothbrush to Jane and pulled my chair up closer. Carol did the same. I wondered if she was going to be able to imagine how good that brush was going to feel moving up and down her husband's cock through his slacks.

"This is something new," Jane said. "I've never cleaned a gentleman's crotch with a toothbrush before. I guess you just drag the bristles back and forth like this..."

"OH MY GODDD..." John moaned and twisted his body in the chair.

"And then on the end of this long bulge I'll just pretend I'm brushing a tooth."

"JESUS...."

Carol leaned over to get a good look and pretended she was concerned about getting the stain out of the pants. "This is never going to work. The pants have to be put in a washing machine, and the sooner the better."

"I agree," I said. "Jane, take off his pants and go wash them." As I said this I put my hand on Carol's thigh, about halfway up. She tensed momentarily and then relaxed, letting her legs fall open. She kept her eyes on John and what Jane was doing to him.

"I'm going to undo your belt, Mr. John. There.. Now the button.. and the zipper.. Oh my.."

My hand slid up Carol's leg and down to the inside of her thigh. My finger tips touched her pussy through her loose slacks. She was hot and damp. Meanwhile Jane continued to work on getting John's pants down over his hips.

"Please Mr. John, if you will just raise your butt... that's it... off they come.."

John's erection seemed to be fighting his boxers to get free. His pants were now down around his ankles, and Jane began pulling off his shoes.

"John, you naughty boy," chided Carol. "What is this poor maid to think with you waving that hard-on in her face."

"Oh it's quite all right madam," Jane said as she pulled John's pants completely off. "The poor man needs some relief from the stress of all this. I think his stiffy looks quite nice. In fact I'd like to take a bit of it."

So saying she nuzzled her face between his legs and seized the hard rod through his shorts with her teeth. She held it loosely, much like a dog holding a stick in his mouth, waiting for his master to retrieve it. John was going nuts and making all kinds of strange noises. My fingers pressed harder against Carol's pussy, causing her to spread her legs more and squirm in her chair.

"For God's sake, don't bite it off," Carol said to my busy maid. "I may have use for it later."

Jane raised her head. "I'm afraid his shorts are stained as badly as his trousers," she said with mock seriousness. "There seem to be more juices coming from someplace."

"Off with his shorts then," Carol cried. "Those go in the wash too."

With a final nip at the tip of John's cloth-covered cock, Jane put her hands on the waistband of his shorts and leaned back. "You heard her, big boy. Lift your ass and I'll see if I can get these boxers up over this long stick."

Eagerly John complied, and his engorged dick soon was waving in the air for us all to admire.

"Beautiful," Jane exclaimed. "That's so nice. You are a lucky woman, Carol."

I noticed that Jane's persona had changed suddenly from being the meek and innocent maid to being a leading participant in what was developing into an orgy. Carol stared at her husband's cock like she had never seen it before, her breath coming in short gasps. My fingers continue to diddle her pussy through her pants, which were getting noticeably wetter.

"Come help me," Jane said to Carol. "I'll show you some tricks."

As if in a trance Carol dropped to the floor beside Jane. The younger woman took hold of the base of the stiff cock in front of her and licked it slowly from bottom to top. John moaned and pushed his hips toward her face.

"Oh no you don't," Jane admonished. "I'm not ready to take you in my mouth." Then, turning to Carol, she spoke to her like she was a medical student learning a procedure. "You see, Carol, it is important to tease him lightly first, using just the tip of your tongue. I like to hold the cock like a popsicle and lick all around and over the top, like this...."

"OHHH GODDD..." John groaned.

"Licking under here is good too... a man's balls are super sensitive. If he was fresh from the shower, I would lick around his ass."

I was spellbound by Jane's demonstration, and so was Carol. "Where did you learn all this?" she asked. "The few times I've given him this kind of treat I've just put it in my mouth and sucked."

Jane laughed. "Men have been hitting on me since I was fourteen. I like sex and I've learned what they like. When you have hold of a man's excited cock like this you have him completely in your power. You want to prolong it. It will make his orgasm more powerful and get you worked up more as well."

"Let me try."

"Okay, take hold here.. that's it... it will jump all over the place if you don't hold it."

"Yumm.."

"Lick the precum off the end; that will drive him nuts."

"OHH SHIITTT... GOD CAROL... THAT FEELS SOOO GOOOD."

"See what I mean?"

"Yea, but I don't really like the taste."

"You have to accept it. Men want you to swallow their cum. It makes them feel powerful."

Carol laughed. "I've never done that! I don't want all those millions of sperms running around in my stomach searching for eggs."

"You can take it on your face if you want. They like that too. But I prefer to just swallow it and be done. Now lift it by the tip and flutter your tongue on the underside down low. Good... go lower... onto his balls..."

"OHHHHH..."

Jane smiled and reached into a little pocket built into the apron of her uniform. Her hand emerged with a short plastic tube in the shape of a bullet. "This little devil does amazing things to both men and women," she said, showing me her toy. "Turn it on and it vibrates. The size and shape allow you to put it in places that will tingle your brain. On men I find that holding it against the perineum while stimulating the cock works wonders. Like this..."

She flicked the switch and wormed the bullet vibrator under John's thighs and up behind his scrotum. Carol followed with her tongue. The erotic hum of the vibrator melded with the whimpering noises coming from John's open mouth.

Suddenly I saw his legs go stiff and his head fall back. Jane noticed the same thing.

"He's about ready. Put the whole enchilada in your mouth and try to take the end back against your throat. That's a girl.."

"GAGHH...."

"Now pump it with your hand and suck."

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Afterward John slumped in the chair as Carol sat back looking very satisfied with herself. Jane handed her a glass of wine.

"You did great. This will cut the salty taste."

The two women were in a world of their own. I had been ignored during the whole affair. Somehow I knew that I should hang back and not push things with Carol. She was obviously still turned on, but I would leave her to Jane, or to John if he showed any signs of life. Whatever happened with these new guests, I would have Jane in my bed later. Carol was okay, but in terms of beauty, sexiness, and imagination, she couldn't hold a candle to Jane.

Carol sipped the wine and eyed Jane's body. "You have the most incredible figure I've ever seen," she said softly. "I've never had sex with a woman, but you look so good, I'm so hot, and John is gonzo, for a while at least."

"That's a nice complement, but I don't want to take your husband's rightful place. He may be droopy, but he's got hands and a mouth. He owes you the same thing you gave him."

"He's not much good at doing that."

Jane raised her eyebrows. "How about I show him?" she asked innocently.

That comment made me almost fall out of my chair. My on-loan trophy wife had come up with yet another spicy and incredibly exciting scenario. I could picture her coaching John as he lay between Carol's long legs and nuzzled her to orgasm. "Great idea!" I cried. "What do you say John?"

He jumped to his feet. "Let's go. Come on Carol; let me pay you back."

"Okay, but do you want Stephen in on it?"

"Up to you babe..."

Carol looked at me. I shrugged like it didn't matter. Apparently she took that as a challenge, because she said, "Why not. It will make it more exciting. This weekend has already broken the sound barrier. Let's go for broke."

"Good decision," Jane said. "I'll think of some role for Stephen, even if he is an over the hill dude who is already pooped from dealing with me."

"I'm going to make you eat those words," I said.

She laughed. "We'll see who eats what."

Meanwhile John had managed to put on his shorts and was emptying the second wine bottle into his glass. "Got anymore wine?" he asked me.

"Sure, I'll bring a bottle," I said. "Meet you in your room."

"While you're at it, bring the small duffle from my room," Jane said. "It contains some things that will be useful."

I watched as Jane led the way to our guests' bedroom. John and Carol looked at each other and shook their heads as they followed her bouncing cheeks. I hurried to get the wine and Jane's bag; I didn't want to miss anything.

A minute later I stood in the doorway of the bedroom. John was sitting on the bed, while Jane was guiding his wife to pose in front of him. It was like a decorator was adjusting a mannequin in a store window to show off a sexy outfit.

"Now bend over and look back at him," Jane coaxed. "That's it. Good. What do you think John? Doesn't her ass look great in those tight pants?"

"Yea..."

"She knows it too," Jane continued as she sat on the bed next to John." "It's turning her on to have us admire her. Arousal comes from the brain, John. When your wife said you were not so good at oral sex, I suspect the reason was poor preparation. Between you, Stephen, and me, we are going to heat her up to the point where your mouth will feel like cool water after three days in the hot desert. Ah, here comes Stephen now. Give me the duffle, Stephen."

I liked the way Jane was directing the show, and apparently so did Carol, because she held her bent over position and wiggled her ass provocatively. Jane opened her duffle and retrieved a long silk scarf.

"Stand up Carol," she ordered. "Now back up toward the bed and put your hands behind you."

"Oh no you don't!" cried Carol, turning toward Jane. "I'm not going to let you tie me up."

John spoke up quickly. "Come on, honey. We've said we need to spice things up. Look what we've done already! What's the harm? Let's see where this lovely girl is going to take us."

"I don't know John. We barely know these people. How can I let them tie me up and trust my helpless body to them?"

"You can trust me," he answered. "I won't be tied up, and I'll watch out for you."

"Oh John... it's so unlike me..."

"That's the point," he argued. "Are you afraid you might be forced to let go of inhibitions and enjoy it too much?"

"I don't know... I don't know..."

We could all see that Carol wanted to keep going. Her socially conditioned resistance to acknowledge her need to be sexually dominated was paper thin. As usual, Jane was the one to push things over the edge. "Do her John," she said with authority. "She's ready for her husband to take charge."

There was no way that in front of the two women John was going to back down from that challenge. He stood and spun his wife around by her shoulders. "Hands behind your back, NOW!" he barked.

"Oh John.." Taking a deep breath, Carol did as ordered. Jane quickly twirled the scarf into a silken rope and wrapped two loops around the 'X' made by the crossed wrists. Then she expertly frapped the sash around the junction to tighten the grip before tying the ends together in a big bow knot.

"There...that should do it. She won't wiggle out of that, and it will be easy to undo if we want to position her arms some other way. Pull her pants down, John."

"NOO...", Carol protested. "I'm not ready for this!"

She tried to pull away, but Jane reached up and grabbed and handful of her hair. John put his hands on her waist and positioned her so that the backs of her legs were up against the bed beside where Jane was sitting, and then he sat down on her other side. I pulled a chair to a place directly in front of her and eased myself down. It was the perfect spot to be able to observe the changing expressions on her face as her husband went to work loosening the buttons on the side of her slacks.

"Please John," she moaned. "Not in front of this leering man.."

"Be quiet," Jane said. "You will soon be feeling the consequences of resistance. Having Stephen look at your pussy is just what you need to get over the hump. That's it, John. Now all the way down..."

Her slacks were drawn over her hips and slithered down her long legs. The tails of her silk blouse hung halfway down her ass, covering her too much for Jane's taste, and my sexy maid raised the fabric to reveal Carol's lower body, now clad only in tight bikini panties. I feasted on the eroticism of her slender thighs, swelling hips, and protruding ass.

"Not bad for a middle-aged bitch," Jane said. "Stephen, would you please get these pants off her feet. Leave the high heels on."

I got down on one knee and eased the pants over her shoes. She did not object when I had to raise her feet one at a time to complete the process. When I finished I found myself staring straight at the pouch her pussy was making in the sheer panties. Wisps of honey-colored hair emerged from the tight bands on her thighs. The distinctive aroma of aroused female permeated the air.

"Is she wet?" Jane asked.

"Hard to tell," I replied, hoping I would be asked to check.

"Put the tip of one finger on her and see if you feel moisture. But don't fondle her."

"Oh god....", Carol whimpered.

Very gently I pushed the tip of one index finger against the swollen patch. "It's damp, but not soaking," I announced.

"We'll soon fix that," Jane said. "John, put your hand up between your wife's legs. Carol, open your legs."

"No, please....."

SMACK ...Jane's hand made solid contact with Carol's panty-covered ass. Almost instantly the bound woman moved her feet to the side to spread her thighs and welcome the strong fingers that wormed their way onto her pussy from behind.

"OH John...."

"Hold still dear," he said. "I need to get my fingers under here. Oh yes... Umm.. so soft... so slippery... god you feel good..."

"AAAHHH....."

"Check her now, Stephen," Jane said.

By that point I was breathing hard and lusting after this statuesque woman. No longer content to barely touch her, I used one hand to pull the waistband of her panties toward me so I could get my other hand down inside. John kept his hand on the lower part of her pussy in order to let my fingers roam around the upper part. She was dripping wet, and I could feel her clit rising out of its nest.

"Ohh shit... oh my god.... yes..... god..... yes...."

"That's enough!" cried Jane. "Control yourself, Stephen. I'm surprised at you, attacking this nice man's wife that way. Now get your hand out of there. We don't want her to cum at this early stage. But you can pull off her panties if you want."

I wanted all right. I wanted to see that aroused pussy. I wanted to bury my face in it. Seizing her panties high on the sides I yanked downward. John withdrew his hand and helped by pulling the back of the flimsy garment down over her ass. We soon had it over her feet and thrown aside. Her blouse was still bunched up under her tied hands, with the result that she was naked from her stomach to the tops of her high heels. God, she looked and smelled delicious!

Jane was watching me closely. "Stephen, get your face away from that temptation and stand up. I want you to remove her blouse so we can assess her tits."

"Please NO...", Carol protested. "I can't take much more. John, please just take me to bed and fuck me!"

"Oh no, my dear," Jane said. "You're not going to get away with just an ordinary orgasm. By the time we're finished with you the word sex will have a whole new meaning."

I got to my feet and looked into Carol's eyes. She was a tall woman, and in her heels she had to tilt her head only slightly for her face to line up with mine. Sexual anticipation radiated from her like she was a vestal virgin waiting for her morning absolution from the high priest. Her eyes held my gaze as if she were daring me to fondle her tits.

Jane looked up at me from where she was sitting next to John. "Talk to her as you strip her," she said. "Tell her what you're going to do to her. Get into her head. John, put your hand back where it was. Spread your thighs honey."

There was an audible gasp as John slid his hand down over her ass and up between her parted thighs. My fingers went to work on her shirt buttons, and I began talking to her in a low voice.

"Your tits are not big, Carol. But I'll bet they are as firm as little green apples. Soon I will have them in my hands and then I will know for sure."

"Ooo.."

"There, only a few more buttons to go. Ahh... My what a skimpy bra. You don't really need it, do you?"

"Ohhh..."

I pulled open her shirt and eased it back over her shoulders. Her conical breasts pushed against the loose half bra like the noses of two puppies under a thin sheet. They nestled into my hands with their hard points poking into my palms.

"Very nice," I crooned. "They say that more than a handful is wasted, and you have two full handfuls. And such nice stiff nips. If I were to rotate my wrists a little, I'll bet they would drill a hole in my palms."

She threw her head back and sighed as I used the friction with my hands to twist her buds one way, then the other. "You like this don't you Carol? Tell me how hot you are."

"What do you expect? ... your hands and John's fingers... OHH GODD..."

I teased her some more. "Your bare tits haven't even been touched yet. Do you want me to remove your bra?"

"Noo... yes .. no.. I don't know... do I have a choice?.. John what can I do?"

Her husband started to say something, but Jane put her fingers across his lips. "You don't have a choice," she said to Carol. "Your hands are tied and you're already half naked with your husband offering your body to his new friend. There's no use fighting it. Let go completely. Go ahead, Stephen. Let's see those tits. Her bra fastens in the front."

Taking time to feel the exposed inside slopes of her breasts I sought out the hidden clasp. "Nice of you to be wearing a bra that opens in the front," I said. "Maybe you anticipated this happening on your romantic weekend. Only you probably thought it would be John's familiar hands and not those of the innkeeper. Here we go..."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jane leaning forward to get a good view of the unveiling. "Shoulders back, Carol," she said. "You want to make this moment a memorable one for your new friends. You are blessed with a sexy body; you should display it proudly."

I have always been a fan of firm, perky tits with big nipples. Shape and texture stir my juices more than size. Carol's boobs were classics. The flesh around the nipples seemed to pucker out to make the peaks stretch an extra half inch. A man could run his tongue around those babies and suck on them for hours at a time. I stared at them in awe.

Jane laughed. "Earth to Stephen.. earth to Stephen.. don't just gawk. Play with them. Tweak those sassy points."




Trophy Wife Ch. 03



"Like this?"

"Ahhhh.."

"Maybe a little harder?"

"UUUHHH.."

"A few flicks with my finger nail?"

"BRbbb

"And now with my mouth..."

"Ummm..."

I have often wondered about men's sexual attraction to the female breast. Sure, it's different from our anatomy, and it can have a pleasing artistic shape, but I doubt we would be so interested if it were not such a powerful erogenous area for most women. It is the woman's reactions that turn me on; if there is no positive feedback, I quickly move on to another area. In Carol's case, her moaning and squirming were confirmation of her extraordinary mammary sensitivity. With wanton abandon she thrust her tits at my face, twisting and shimmying to drag her stiff nipples across the stubble on my chin.

Jane was enthralled. "Look at that Stephen," she said. "I believe we have one of those rare females who can cum from tit stimulation alone. Keep working her. John, tell us how she is responding under there."

"I've never felt her this wet," John said. "My finger is moving in and out with no resistance."

"Fortunately your cock is thicker than you finger," laughed Jane. "Let's see if we can tell what she likes the best by monitoring her juices. When Stephen does something new to her tits you holler if you feel a surge. But keep your fingers away from her clit. I don't want her to cum yet."

I got into the spirit of the game by announcing my next move. "Ok, now I'm going to take one of these engorged buds in my mouth and suck it, first gently and then harder."

"No special reaction yet," John reported. "....Oh yea, there it comes."

"She likes it rough," observed Jane. "Use your teeth Stephen."

"My god," cried John. "When you said that my finger was drenched!"

Knowing I had to be careful, I teased her with the just the edges of my upper teeth. Her nipple was as long and fat as the last knuckle on my little finger, and it was pulsating with the thrust of the increased hormone driven blood. It was like a fully erect miniature phallus. I first licked all around pretending I was getting a taste before taking a bite, and then seized it between my teeth.

"OH GODD... OH SHIT... OHHHHHH...."

John's amazed voice cut through her cries. "She's off the charts! The surge almost pushed me completely out! I had no idea my wife was like this."

"It's the combination of being bound and vulnerable, sexy talking, and skillful sensory stimulation," Jane explained like she was teaching school. "You would probably find out lots more about her true nature if you took more risks. A little nipple pain is a common turn on. Now that we know she gets off on it, we can apply some nipple clamps and move on to other things. She still hasn't cum."

"How do you know?" John asked.

"Can't you tell?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe she never has then. Because you would know."

"Never?"

"Some women think they have, but until they experience the real, mind-blowing release, they never have. Your wife is highly sexed, but the fact that she still hasn't cum in spite of all we've done may mean that she has a problem breaking through. There are ways of dealing with this issue."

All this rational talk was going on in the background as I continued to nibble on Carol's boobs, first one and then the other. She shook them at me like she could never get enough. Finally Jane got off the bed and came around to join me.

"You've fed enough for now, Stephen," she chided playfully. "Get your mouth away so I can attach these clamps. They will keep her on edge as we proceed to the next event. I want to see this bitch cum, and I want her husband to be the one to make it happen."

The nipple clams were like spring-loaded paper binders and were connected with a light chain. Carol gasped when they were attached, but then her cry settled into a low whimpering sound. Her eyes were tightly closed as she stood there in a posture of acquiescence.

"Get up John," instructed Jane. "I want to lie her across the bed on her back. Stephen, you go around to the other side so you can pull her legs back. We are going to spread this bitch like an open-faced sandwich, and I'm going to teach John how to drive her over the top."

John and I followed instructions like star-struck schoolboys. My erection was almost painful, and from the bulge in his shorts it was obvious that John's potency had been fully restored. Jane took Carol's face in her hands and spoke softly to her. "Don't try to fight it, honey. You can trust us. A lifetime of new pleasures awaits you. Now relax and give me a kiss."

After lightly kissing her on the lips Jane placed her hands on Carol's shoulders and pushed her backward until she sat on the bed. Then in one smooth rapid motion she scooped her hands under Carol's thighs and raised her legs until her knee caps were pointed at the ceiling.

"Help me John. Grab her ankles and raise her legs straight up so that Stephen can get them."

"OOOooo...," whooped Carol as her private parts were put on display. I seized her ankles and drew her legs toward me. Her lower body was now completely exposed from her lower stomach to the top of her buttocks.

"Move her ankles apart," Jane said. "That's it. Now John has full access to do whatever he wants. Her hands are bound and pinned under her and as long as you hold her feet she is helpless. You realize that, don't you Carol?"

"Ohh god.... yes.... I feel so vulnerable... John, what's happening?"

"Good things are happening, sweetheart," he replied soothingly. "I feel like we are going together into a new realm. You look so sexy."

"That's the way," Jane said. "It's important to keep talking to her. Always remember that arousal comes from the brain. Now get on your knees so you can put your mouth to work. I'll fix it so you can talk in her ear at the same time you are licking her pussy."

That seemed a physical impossibility to me, but I had not figured on modern technology or Jane's ingenuity. She reached into a side pocket on her duffle and came out with a disc-shaped device that looked like a fat poker chip. Peeling a piece of cellophane off the back, she activated an adhesive pad that enabled her to stick the mysterious piece on Carol's lower stomach.

"That's a miniature microphone and transmitter," Jane explained as she produced another item from her bag. "When I slip this earpiece on her she will be able to hear every sound that John makes."

"Amazing!" I said.

John seemed not to notice. He was enthralled with the sights and smells inches from his face. From my position I couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but when he dipped his head I felt Carol's legs go stiff."

"AAHHH...."

Jane knelt on the floor beside John. "Lick slowly and lightly," she said. "Don't rush it. And talk to her."

"Carol, darling, I love you. I love giving you pleasure. There... I could tell you liked that... do you want some more in that area?"

"OHH JESUS John... that's soo good.."

"More tongue?"

"OHHHHHH..."

Like a good coach, Jane watched and made suggestions. "Use your fingers too. Pinch the lips.. good... keep moving around... no more than a few seconds in any one place."

In spite of the fact that I could not see what John was doing, from the noises and Jane's words I had a mental picture that would be rated triple X. Carol was tossing her head from side to side and humping her hips like she couldn't get enough. She had to be on the verge. But diabolical Jane was not ready to let her go.

"That's sufficient for now John," she said. "Raise your head and let her calm down a little. The more peaks and valleys, the more mind blowing that last summit will be. And I've got another trick in my bag that I know she's going to like. Talk to her while I get it."

John dutifully lifted his head. Briefly we looked each other in the eye and exchanged wry smiles. I could see shiny moisture around his lips and chin. He put his mouth near the device on her stomach.

"My sexy wife," he whispered. "Are you mine to play with, to do whatever I want?"

"God, John.."

"Including putting my finger here?"

"NO JOHN... we've talked about this... NOT THERE!"

Jane raised her eyebrows. "Well, well," she mused. "Our lady is protective of her rear area. That will not do. No sir, it will not do at all. She must be taught not to hold back anything."

"No please... not that.. it's... it's... DIRTY."

"Nonsense," Jane said. "Unless I miss my guess, you are the type who will like it very much. You just have to get past your prissiness. But it doesn't matter what you think. If your husband wants you that way, you are going to submit."

"No.. I don't want to..."

"Come on sweetheart," pleaded John. "I've always wanted to try you this way. Now is the time."

Again Jane put her fingers over John's mouth. "Not that way John. Stop asking permission and take charge. Show her that she has no alternative. A wife who resists her husband deserves a good spanking. In her aroused state it will make her very compliant. I have just the right implement here in my bag."

So saying she produced a wicked-looking wooden paddle in the shape of an oversized ping pong racket. It was full of little holes to cut down on air resistance. John took it and held it up against his wife's rounded flesh.

Jane looked back at me. "Stephen, put her ankles together and pull back a little more so John has a better angle. Good... embrace your helplessness honey..."

"Ohhh.."

John rubbed the smooth surface of the paddle over the mounded target. "The maid is right, sweetheart; you must learn to submit totally. This will sting, but it's for your own good."

"Stop apologizing, John," Jane ordered.

He took a breath and raised the paddle.

"NOOO....," she cried.

But John was too excited to hold back. "YES BY GOD... YOU WILL SUBMIT..," he cried.

He slapped her three times, each one a little harder than the last. The cracking sounds reverberated through the room, and I felt vicarious sexual pings.

"OOOWWWW..." she screeched. "OHHHhhhh..."

"Well? Do you need more?"

"Ahhhh...."

"Give her three more John," Jane commanded. "It's having the desired effect."

WHAP WHAP WHAP

Tears clouded Carol's eyes. She was breathing hard and whimpering, and I knew that the fight had gone out of her. I wondered whether she was still sexually aroused. Her ass had to be burning.

John knelt on the bed beside her and put his mouth up to her ear. "I know it hurts honey. And I'll do more if I have to."

"NOO.. please.. I'm yours... I always was... do whatever you want.."

Jane gave John and me a knowing grin. "She just needed to be broken in. All that nice girl upbringing about the kind of sex that is acceptable had to be swept away. She's ready now to experience some new things. Aren't you my dear?"

"Uummm.."

"Here John, take this lotion and sooth it over her sore bottom. Make sure you get it everywhere, if you know what I mean. Stephen, spread her legs again."

He was gentle with his hands as he applied the lotion liberally over her ass and the backs of her thighs. The creamy solution must have been palliative, because she was soon making little mewing noises. Those noises became noticeably louder when his fingers began working the slippery solution up between her legs.

"She's still very wet," he announced. "If anything the spanking has made her hotter."

"I'm not surprised," Jane chuckled. "Pleasure and pain often go together. That special lotion pushes the pain into the background and highlights the pleasure."

"Ohh John... that does feel sooo gooodd."

"I'm glad, honey," he said. "Now I'm going to dribble an extra amount in the area.. starting on your tummy and moving all the way through the canyon... ah.. what have we here?"

"AAHHH..."

"My, my, it's like a deep cave that beckons me. I'll just explore a bit with my fingertip.

"Oh... oh... oh..."

"Relax honey. Open the door for your husband. I'm coming in no matter what."

Once again Carol's legs went stiff. I heard a great whoosh as she blew all the air out of her lungs. Although I couldn't see it, I knew that John had pushed his finger up into her ass. She remained tense, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Good girl," he said. "Now you are completely mine."

"Yes... yes...", Carol moaned.

Jane's voice cut through the whimpering sounds. "You have control of her now, John. Use it to devour her. It's time. Stephen, release her legs so she can grip her husband's head with her thighs. She will be wanting to hold on."

I did as instructed and watched as John buried his face in the welcoming grotto. At the same time he seemed to be pushing upward with his hand, forcing her hips to thrust to meet him. In a few seconds her demeanor went from passive acceptance to wild abandon.

"OH MY GOD... OH MY GOD.. YESSS. DON'T STOP.. PLEASE DON'T STOP.."

Her hips churned and bounced as she urged him on. The little chain connecting the nipple clamps danced on her chest like an out of control garden hose. Jane sat on the bed and grasped it in the middle, raising it and putting tension on the clamps so that every sway of her breasts pulled sensuously on her nipples.

"On her clit now John," Jane instructed like a surgeon directing an operation. "Grip it with your lips and rub it with your tongue... hard."

That did it for Carol. She gave voice to her orgasm in a scream of pleasure so loud that for once I was glad I had no other guests. It went on and on, seemingly for a full minute, but probably only ten or twenty seconds.

"We should leave them now," Jane said. "They will want to celebrate this new dimension of their love."

I took Jane by the hand and led her out of the bedroom. Needless to say, the scene had me hard as the proverbial rock. Jane was also highly aroused and grabbed my crotch as soon as we entered the lounge area.

"Well, what did you think of that?' she asked teasingly.

"Hot as a witch's cauldron on full boil," I said.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to fuck your brains out."

"Big talker..."

My response was to take her by her shoulders and twist her around so I could push her over the back of the couch. I lusted after that wondrously erotic ass, made so appealing by the way it was framed. Each hemisphere filled one of my hands as I maneuvered her into the position I wanted. Then I had to let go long enough to drop my pants and shorts.

"Don't you move," I ordered

"Oh Stephen... give it to me.. I want it NOW!"

Her feet were barely touching the floor. I kicked them apart and gripped her hips. My lizard brain took over, steering me to the station where with a strong thrust I would be engulfed in her. I paused, savoring the feeling of her-ass cheeks pressing on my stomach. The crown of my rigid cock titillated her hot, wet opening, making her moan and wiggle in a vain attempt to impale herself.

"YOU BASTARD... SHOVE IT IN!!" she wailed.

Exercising all my will power, I tormented her as long as I could. "You are good at prolonging the ecstasy of others, but not so good at taking it yourself. Beg me, you hot bitch.."

"Please sir.. don't torture your faithful maid so. Sink your wonderful cock in my pussy and I will squeeze and caress it in ways you won't believe!"

Those words overwhelmed my stoicism, and I plunged deeply into her.

"Ummphh...," she groaned at the sudden onslot. Her head dropped onto the seat cushion of the couch and she used her arms to push her hips back and up to meet me. Then, true to word, some inner muscles began to contract and massage the thing that had invaded her. She was warm, and tight, and loose—accepting and repelling—all at the same time. Her ass twitched and wiggled, delivering sensation on top of sensation. My orgasm exploded like a fourth of July rocket.

"JESSSSSUUSSS....," I screamed.

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That night I slept like I had been drugged. In a sense I had been; drugged on sex. I had cum more times in a short period than since I was sixteen and kept a hole in my pants pocket. It had been all I could do to carry Jane to my room and dump her on the bed. Somehow I managed to strip down to my shorts and climb in with her. She slept in my arms, still in her French maid costume.

When I awoke I was in that delightful haze where dream-like fantasies float in and out of consciousness, and as usual for me in the morning, in spite of all that had happened, I came awake with a hard on. I opened one eye and there was Jane's beautiful face, inches away and studying me. Her naked body was only partially covered by the sheet. Sometime during the night she must have removed her scanty clothing.

"Don't move," she said. "Pretend you are still asleep and let me wake you slowly."

Her hand moved under the covers. Ever so lightly her fingertips brushed across the thin fabric of my shorts. She was searching for something, and when she found it her thumb and forefinger squeezed gently.

"Ummmm...," I moaned and closed my eyes.

"Be still. You are suspended in a cloud. A fairy princess is caressing you. You are not expected to do anything." Her fingers moved more forcefully, exploring and teasing, finally arriving at the sensitive tip and rolling the crown first one way, then the other.

"Ahhh, Jane...."

"Shhh... I'm now going to work my hand up under the edge of your shorts. Open your legs a little for me."

"Ohhh..."

Her soft fingers cupped my balls and held them like they were new born chicks. Then they proceeded up the shaft until she was gripping my stiffening phallus like it was the handle of a fishing pole. Her body shifted on the bed, bringing her mouth up to my ear.

"A woman should pleasure her man at every opportunity," she whispered. "She should not wait to be romanced. And she should not make any demands on him. Then he will want to do the same for her."

Her lips grazed the skin around my neck and ear. I felt her eager, wet tongue dabbing at me, working its way toward my ear canal. For some people the ear is a highly erogenous area, and I am one of them. When her tongue finally slithered into the opening I gasped with the pleasure of it. At the same time her hand continued to massage my cock, squeezing in time with the thrusts of her tongue.

Finally she pulled back. "Does it feel good, Stephen?" she asked softly. "Do you like waking up with me playing with your cock?"

"OHH GODDD..."

"You're not going to cum Stephen. You need more time to build up your juices."

"Ummm..."

"I loved it last night when you fucked me over the back of the couch."

"Ahh.."

"Did you know I was rubbing my clit on the ribbing of the upholstery? That couch of yours should be featured in a sex shop. You didn't last long, but it was long enough." She tongued my ear again before murmuring, "I rode that roller coaster with you, right over the top."

A shiver ran through my body. It was like her voice had direct communication with that part of my brain where primitive lust boiled and bubbled, unrestrained by thought. She sensed her control and pressed on.

"My body is here for you anytime you want it. You know that, don't you Stephen."

"ghh.."

Emphasizing her words she threw a naked leg over my hips and wiggled her lower body closer. Her hand retreated from under the leg of my shorts and reentered down from the waistband, giving her easy access to continue my exquisite torment. With her other hand she turned my head so she could plaster my face with little kisses. My dick was at full attention and thrusting in and out of the tunnel made by her palm and fingers."

"I think you are waking up," she purred. "I feel something that wants to be encompassed in a warm, moist place. Let's get these shorts down and off. There we go..."

She used her foot to help me out of my shorts and then straddled me. I came out of my stupor and put both hands on her ass to pull her onto my straining erection. A long sigh came from both of us as I effortlessly entered her. Knowing that I was going to last a long time, I shifted our bodies so that we were lying side by side in comfortable positions, while at the same time giving me the ability to piston in and out of her as I wished. I was ready to take charge.




Trophy Wife Ch. 03



"Now, you sexy wench, I'm going to fuck you slowly while you continue to whisper those naughty things in my ear. The sound of your voice and your explicit words drive me crazy."

"UMMM... I'm so glad. I like to talk about what's happening, while it's happening. Oooo that feels good... move like that again.."

"Like this?"

"AAHHH... YESSS..."

"And what if I pinch this hard little nipple at the same time...."

"GOD YES..."

"What am I doing to you Jane?'

"You are slowly thrusting your hard cock in and out of my pussy, and you are squeezing my tit. I am so very wet and hot. Umm.... I am also perfectly content to be naked in your bed with you for as long as you like. Ohh god that feels good..."

"It feels good to me too. I am going to make this last for a long time. I want you to tell me a story that will make me hot."

"Goodie. I like to tell stories, especially when I'm being fucked. My over sexed brain can come up with some wild ideas. Give me a theme. OHHHH.. you are in sooo deep..."

"If I pull back and then thrust hard... like this... I can go even deeper!"

"AHHHH...."

"Tell me about the loving wife who makes sure her husband gets all the sex he wants."

"Umm.. well, once upon a time there was an older woman who had lost most of her sex drive. She just didn't want it much anymore. But her husband still liked a lot of sex, and she knew he was looking at younger women. So she decided to arrange for him to have all the sex he wanted with a hot babe, as long as it was under her control."

"Interesting..."

"And it turns out that this woman liked to control other people, and was even a bit of a sadist. She enjoyed humiliating other women, especially young, pretty ones."

My heart pulsed and sent more blood rushing to my cock. I saw where this story was going, and I liked it. "Tell me more," I said as I humped slowly forward and back to keep us both on edge.

"This creative and resourceful loving wife went on the internet and found a young woman who was submissive and destitute, and who was looking for a dominant man or woman to take care of her. The girl was attractive and had a very good figure. Our heroine hired her to be a live-in maid, and paid her very well."

"Let me guess," I moaned.. "The new maid required training and discipline, and the wife enlisted her husband's help in doing this."

"You are a good guesser, Mr. Innkeeper. Ahhh... that's it... a little harder... right there.. yes..."

Jane was using those special muscles on me again, and I had to stop moving to keep from losing it. I wanted to hear more of her story first. "What did the wife tell her husband?" I murmured.

"The wife told her husband that she was going to hire a special kind of maid, and hinted to him that she would not mind if he used the maid to take care of his sexual needs, and in fact, might even help him do it."

"Oh, so the wife is having a sexual awakening, howbeit a somewhat kinky one?"

"Very much so. The wife was surprised at how her libido had been stimulated by making the arrangements. And she felt good about herself because she was doing such a loving thing for her husband."

I pumped a few times to keep things going and pressed Jane to tell me more. "So what happened?"

"For the first few days they let the maid do her work without interference, although the wife insisted that the girl wear a special outfit that she bought for her."

"A French maid costume like yours?"

"No.. no.. not that provocative. But tight fitting, and revealing enough to hold the husband's attention. He bided his time and waited for his wife to take the lead."

"And?

"On the third day, the poor girl broke a vase, and the wife told her that she would have to submit to a spanking by her husband if she wanted to keep the job."

"Ah so..."

"Oh my Stephen, I just felt an extra hardening. You must be liking my story."

"Don't keep me in suspense. Did the girl agree to be spanked?"

"Of course. She needed the job, and she was turned on by the thought of it, although she did not admit that to herself."

I began a slow, regular humping motion as I waited for Jane to continue.

"The wife had her husband sit in an armless chair, and then led the girl over to him. He motioned for her to lie across his lap. When she did so, the wife pulled up the young woman's skirt and exposed her panty-covered ass. Then, looking her husband in the eye, she slowly drew down the panties and pulled them off. The husband immediately gripped the girl's small, plump cheeks and squeezed, telling her to open her legs in preparation for the spanking. The wife knelt on the floor and put her hand up between the girl's legs to feel her pussy as she was being spanked."

"GGGAAaaa...." I couldn't stop myself. The image being etched in my brain by Jane's story touched off a powerful orgasm, and my hips pounded my cock in and out at a furious pace. Jane must have been just as excited by her own story, because she came with me with a howl that I'm sure was heard by Carol and John.

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An hour later we were showered and dressed and working together in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for our guests, and ourselves. Instead of the super sexy maid costume, Jane was wearing normal summer clothes: short pants and a T shirt. Carol and John were stirring in their room, but had not yet come into the dining area.

"Let's talk about last night before they come," Jane said as she was turning the bacon in the frying pan. "How do you feel about it this morning?"

"Watching them release all that passion was incredibly exciting," I said. "The buildup of sexual tension when we were tying Carol's hands in spite of her half-hearted resistance was amazing."

"You liked that, uh?" she chortled. "It's sad that most people miss out on so much sexual pleasure because they are so conservative."

"You should be a sex therapist," I said. "The world needs you."

She gave me a funny look. "I've actually thought about that," she said. "It gives me a lot of satisfaction to help couples like Carol and John let go and discover their sexual depths."

"So you've done this before? I should have known, the way you expertly guided the action."

She laughed. "Yea, I've done group work a few times. But just for fun, not as a sex therapist, as you call it. It might be interesting to offer a service."

"My Hideway Inn would be a good laboratory," I mused. "People come here all the time looking for romance and excitement. Some even come alone."

"You are a bad boy," she scolded. "I'll bet you take advantage of those lonely, sex-starved women."

"It's been known to happen," I admitted. "But this is the first time I've been involved with a couple... that is if I don't count you and Jack."

"Couples are more of a challenge," Jane noted seriously. "You have to convince two people to let down their protective walls. When it works, however, you have created something lasting. They go away happier and wiser. When you or I ball a lonely person in an exciting way, they may savor the experience, but they don't have a way to make it last."

"You sound like you have done a lot of group sex."

"Yea. Since I have been with Jack, there are frequently other people involved. He is a man unafraid and driven to try new things. Plus he is intensely interested in people and how they react to new situations. I think one of the reasons he was willing to pay me so much was that he could use me as bait to engage other people, men and women."

"Like he did with me," I said, recalling the afternoon in the pool.

"Exactly. You have to admit it was interesting and fun -- for all of us."

I nodded. "That's the understatement of the year. But, seriously, are you interested in making a kind of career in sexual counseling and therapy?"

"Why not? I like sex and I like helping people. But here come your guests. Let's see what they have to say about last night."

Carol and John came into the dining area holding hands. They looked happy, if a bit sheepish.

"Good morning," John said. "We slept like babies."

"Yea," agreed his wife, "when we finally went to sleep." She grinned at Jane. "Who is your new friend? What happened to the French maid?"

I laughed. "The French maid has metamorphosed into my girlfriend Jane. Surely you see some resemblance."

John let his eyes move up and down Jane's body. "Yes indeed," he said.

"Steady big boy," Carol chided. "But after last night we do feel that we know you both very well. It was a fantastic experience that John and I will never forget."

"I hope you build on that experience," Jane said. "You have so much to give to each other if you will continue to let go and explore."

"Ahem...", I coughed. "Please sit down for breakfast. I'm going to make sure you embark on your new lives with full stomachs. There's coffee on the table."

They took their seats and Jane and I brought out the eggs, bacon, and toast before joining them. "Tell me," said Jane as she picked up her napkin, "what most impressed you about last night."

Carol put down her coffee cup. "I will be honest with you. I have always resisted any anal activity. Something inside me made me think it was dirty and perverted. John tried several times to stimulate me there, and I felt a strange excitement, but then I was compelled to block it. Last night you forced me over that hump, and I loved it."

"Including the spanking?" I asked.

"Oh yes. The spanking diverted my mind from all those old nice girl teachings. It hurt just enough to make me submit. Now that I know how turned on it makes me, I'm looking forward to whatever John wants to do to me, including whipping or spanking me if he feels like it."

I was surprised and delighted at Carol's frankness. Jane looked pleased and took the opportunity to test her idea about becoming a therapist. "It sounds like you two are very satisfied customers of the Hideway Inn and its services. Do you think others might like it as well?"

John and Carol exchanged looks. John shrugged as if he were giving his wife permission to reveal a secret. "As a matter fact," Carol said, "we have some good friends whose marriage is on the rocks, and we think sex is a big issue. But I can't picture them coming here and letting their hair down like John and I did last night."

"I wouldn't be so sure," John mused. "If Bob got a look at Jane in her French maid costume he would be game. It's Mary who would have to be convinced. She's the one with the hang-ups."

Carol was thoughtful. "There's no question that their having an experience like we had would be good for their marriage. Mary likes sex just as much as Bob; they are just not tuning in to each other. Maybe if I talked to her..."

"Here's my crazy idea," Jane explained. "Stephen and I could offer what we would describe as a second honeymoon package at the Hideway Inn. Couples could come and be completely anonymous. They could give made up names and pay in cash. Structured individual and group discussions about sex would be included in the package. We would stress the low pressure atmosphere and confidential nature of the conversations and activities."

"I'm intrigued," Carol said. "Do you envision having group sex like we did last night?"

"Only if it leads to that naturally. We would not push it."

"Interesting," said John. "How much would you charge for something like that?"

Jane held up her hand. "Nothing. I would not be doing this to make money."

"Sign me up!" declared John. "I want to come once a month!"

"No you don't," laughed Carol. "I'm not going to let this bombshell beauty talk sex with you anymore. We got what we needed after one session. From now on you are stuck with only me. But, Jane, I am curious about how you would structure a counseling session about sex."

"I've thought about that," Jane said. "The first thing would be to establish rapport and trust. Again I would emphasize that they have nothing to fear or lose by talking freely. If they like to drink or use mild drugs, I would encourage them to do so to help them relax. I would begin the discussion by talking in general terms about the most common sources of sexual discontent."

"What are those?" asked John. "I'm curious."

"For the woman it's usually a lack of foreplay and the man's concern for her satisfaction. For the man it's having the woman just lie there and expecting him to take all the responsibility for a successful outcome."

"I don't think Carol and I have either of those problems," John said with relief.

"Neither do I," agreed Jane. "Your problem was on the next level and had to do with letting go and taking risks. But you made rapid progress last night."

"Did we ever!" exclaimed Carol. "But I don't think we are your typical, straight-laced couple. You could not do what you did with us to the average walk-in."

"No, you were special. I would have to make an assessment of how fast I could go, but as soon as I could I would meet with each person privately and try to get them to discuss their sexual fantasies and frustrations."

"It will be hard to get people to admit to kinky fantasies," said John.

Jane's eyes lit up. "That's why I would use props. I would show them pictures and ask them to grade the scene A,B, or C, depending on their reaction to the activity shown. An 'A' would mean you are excited by it; a 'B' would mean you are okay with it; and a 'C' would mean you think it's gross."

"Wow, that would be interesting," Carol exclaimed. "What kind of scenes do you have in mind?"

"A very broad range, including punishment, homosexual, and group sex scenes. It is critical in a couple's sex life for them to be honest with each other about what turns them on. I will try to get them to reveal their proclivities, and then either match them with each other, or convince them to show their love by indulging the other's needs."

This whole idea was moving much too fast for me. Jane was talking about using my inn as a kind of Fantasy Island. I could see possible legal problems.

"Hold on a minute, Jane. You don't have a license to do this kind of counseling. I can see some prude calling the cops."

She was ready for that objection. "I would not be representing myself as a professional, only a friend. Any sex would be between consenting adults."

I was still worried. "As soon as you advertised in any way you would be offering a service to the public, and it would not be a legal service."

"No advertising. It would all be by word of mouth.

"It could take a long time to get clients that way," I said.

"Don't be so sure," Carol said. "Sexual problems are at the root of a lot of dysfunctional marriages, and if someone feels they got a lot of help, they will want to tell their close friends. I can't wait to tell Mary."

Jane took my hand. "What have we got to lose, Stephen? Let's try it for a month. Carol and John will be our first ambassadors. We could do a lot of good and have fun in the process."

"All right," I said. "I suppose there's no harm in accepting reservations from people referred by our new friends here.

John's eyes were glowing. "What should I tell Bob to say when he calls for the reservation?"

"Tell him to ask for the second honeymoon package," Jane said with a grin.

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It has now been six months since that fateful conversation with Carol and John. Several times a month Jane and I entertain couples who come for their 'second honeymoon'. Jane took a leave of absence from her relationship with Jack, who seemed glad to have a chance to play with other women. In fact one weekend he came with a new girlfriend, who he thought needed some instruction from Jane. I marvel at how Jack and Jane get along so well without any feelings of jealousy.

As for me I am having the time of my life. In most cases the counseling is just that; Jane talks with the people and gets them to open up. I'm not involved. But sometimes she really gets them going, like she did with Carol and John, and then I get to participate. I find that even if the clients are older and not super attractive physically, I really enjoy seeing the sexual fire in their eyes and sharing the experience with them.

But I'm afraid like all good things, it is coming to an end. Jane has had her fun and seems ready to move on. Jack called last night to say that he was coming next week to get his Jaguar, and that Jane would have to decide whether or not she was going to leave with him. If she does not, she will not be getting any more big deposits into her bank account. The writing's on the wall...