11 comments/ 109190 views/ 12 favorites Cost of Forbidden Fruit Ch. 01 By: bucksilver Ted Canfield, winning high school basketball coach, watched as Christine, his wife of 20 years and teacher at the same high school, was lifted onto her "throne". It was set upon a stage overlooking a fraternity's Halloween party. She was impaled on a dildo mounted on the seat of a toilet, wearing only a regal red robe, a queens crown and black high heels. At 5'10" her beautiful, long legs were spread wide and there was a sign on the front of the toilet, "White Queen." Next to her, Ted recognized another high school teacher, Nicole Williams. Wearing the same robe, crown and white high heals, she was also impaled on the same type toilet "throne" with a sign that stated "Black Queen." With the position of their spread legs the dildo in their pussys were easy to see and they were unable to leave their "throne" without being lifted off. There were five coed "princesses" spread across the stage, on their knees in front of the queen's thrones. The queens and their court were there for the frat brother's and their guest's sexual use and pleasure. It did not take long for a couple of his former players to recognize the coach. "Coach Canfield?? What, ah, what are you doing here?" ask one of the players, Jason Struthers. The coach knew that these were two of the three recent graduates that had been banging his wife all summer and into their freshman year at the university. At 38 years old, Christine was an attractive woman with 36D chest, 26" waist and 38" hips that included a nice ass. Ted had checked out the frat house before he entered the party that was just beginning. In his gruffest voice, he responded with a command, "Bring the white queen up to the room at the top of the stairs. And assholes, don't you dare tell her who's there, waiting." As he expected, the two young men went to the one who orchestrated the slutting of Christine, Darren James. A rich brat and captain of the high school basket ball team for two seasons. He looked at his two cohorts, then gave them a arrogant smile, "Give her to him. It's all over the high school now, anyway. What the hell, he could shut us down with one phone call. Shit, and ta think we almost had that bitch fully slutted. Ah well, I know one thing for sure, I got her ass cherry... Alright, go get the almost slut and take her to her husband." When they brought the "queen" into the room, Ted was nude with his back to them. He commanded in his roughest tone of voice, a tone the students had grown to know indicated that someone was in deep shit trouble. "Remove her robe and crown, push her down to her hands and knees, then leave us." He spoke in a harsh tone of voice his wife had never heard him use. When the two boys had left the room, Ted approached his wife from her side. Christine wore her thick dark red hair a few inches beyond her shoulders. On her hands and knees, her hair covered her side vision. Thinking he was a college coach that they wanted to keep quiet, she waited obediently for his orders. The 230 pound high school coach sat on her hips, pushed her hair out of the way and attached a thick dog collar to her neck. Then, she heard the click of a leash being attached to the collar. He then slapped her on the butt and barked, "To the bed, bitch!!" Once at the bed, he stood up and barked, "Set, bitch." Like a female hunting dog, she set back on her feet about a foot from the bed. Becoming a little frightened, she waited for the next order from this man that had already begun on an abusive note. Leash still in hand, he sat down on the bed with one leg on each side of her and barked, "Suck it up bitch. Like the whore that you are!!" His words stung, nobody had ever talked to her like that.. So, Christine looked up to see who it was that seemed so abusive toward her, "TED!?! I...I ah. Ted I can explain... Ted please." She found herself on her knees, collared and leashed before her hurt, humiliated and extremely angry husband. "Please Ted." The tears flowed, she was caught! Ted barked back at her, cold and nasty as he could, "Shut up, bitch. I told you, suck it up. I'm gonna fuck that slutty whore right outta you. Then, I'm gonna fuck ya some more, just ta make sure. You wanta act the whore, I'll damn well fuck you like a whore." She had never heard her husband use the word "fuck" before. Making his threats pound into her brain like a sledge hammer. Christine knew that her husband was considerably longer and wider the all the boys she had been fucking sense June and that she had never allowed him all the way up inside of her. His commands sent a shiver of dread though out her body. But, his glare and the leash in his hand told her that she had no other choice. So, she took the familiar cock in her month and began to suck it up. As his cock became hard, Ted threw his head back and ran his fingers into her hair, "Ohh yeah, bitch, you are one fantastic cocksucker. They've made a damn good cocksuckin' slut outta you. Ahhh yeah bitch, suck that thing, suck it good. Maybe I should dump my first load down your throat. Would ya like that slut., huh? I can't hear you. Oh yeah, can't say much, can ya, bitch? 'Cause ya got my cock deep down your throat!" Bringing him up and hard, with her hand still moving up and down on his shaft, she removed her month, "Please Ted, let's do it once and then take me home, please." With the same bark he commanded, "Shut up bitch. You suck my cock until I tell you to stop! Yeah, I'll take ya home after I've fucked the shit outta ya, here. It oughta take a couple of hours, at least. I don't know though, they've made you into such a damn good cocksucker that I'm sure you'll get it back up sooner than most." Her husband's every command and comment cut like a knife into her very being. With a painful moan, she returned to sucking on his cock. After a few minutes he barked, "OK bitch, get your slutty ass up on the bed. It's time for the ol' coach ta start fucking his little ol'whore." "Please Ted, don't do this to mee.." she pleaded crawling onto the bed. On her back he placed a doubled pillow under her hips, "I'm not going to tell you again with out a back hand first, SHUT UP BITCH!! For twenty years you refused to suck my cock and you never let it up all the way inside of you. And, your ass was always off limits. Now, you let a bunch o' high school and college brats fuck the krap outta you anywhere they want. Well now, it's your husband's turn." With that, he rammed his nine inch cock past her cervix, about three inches into her womb. She screamed, but he ignored her and just started pounding that pussy. After about ten minutes of pounding her with long, hard strokes, he slowed down and whispered into her ear, "I've now gone where no man or boy has ever gone before, huh bitch? No man or boy will ever get into your pussy, again. Now it's a custom fit for my cock only. Remember that, bitch, remember it well." Then he chuckled, "Lay back and enjoy, slut. We've just got started." Resuming the long, fast strokes, she moaned through her tears. After about five minutes of hard fucking, he finished deep inside her. The coach sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed her by the hair and the leash, pulling her over to him. With her abdomen in his lap, legs and arms dangling off each side, he gave his unfaithful wife a hard spanking. Ten brutal swats with his large right hand. Christine screamed and wailed, her arms and legs flailing. "Now you slutty bitch, it's time to get back ta knocking that slut/whore right outta you and get my wife back.. Know this bitch, I will have my wife back!" After about an hour, much longer than any one session the boys had with Christine, the three players that were turning her into a slut approached the door to the room and cracked it open. They heard the unmistakable sounds of male hips slapping up against a female butt and upper thighs. They also heard her cry, moan, then beg, "Uh, Uh, Ted your hurting mee!! Oh Ted..Please stop this.. Uh, Uh, Oow, you're doing it too hard. Pleeease stop, I, I can't take much more of this..." Then they heard their former coach bark, "I told you bitch..., Shut.. Up! They loosened you up real good and you've got enough of both our juices up in there to keep your sloppy cunt lubed up all night long." as he kept pounding her pussy with long, fast strokes. The players cracked the door far enough to see Ted and his wife on the bed in the "doggie" position. His hands firmly gripping her shoulders, his cock slamming her pussy hard. Hard enough to make tears bounce off her face. Jason turned to Darren and whispered, "Damn man, he's huge... Bigger than any of us. An' wow, we never fucked her like that. He's hurting her, Darren.. Hurting her bad." Darren, who seemed to be enjoying the scene in the bedroom, stepped them back and closed the door. "That red ass looks like the coach gave her a spanking. So, what can I say, she's his wife. The coach can do what he wants with her. Let's go back to the party. There's a little girl down there in a cat's costume that I wanta fuck tonight". With that, the three left the coach to continue to abuse his now personnel whore/slut/wife. After more than two hours of abusive fucking, Ted grabbed the leash, "Let's go drain you and clean up a little. Then we'll go home and fuck some more." With a groan, Christine rolled off the bed. After dressing himself, he led her down the hall to the bathrooms, on her hands and knees. After they had cleaned themselves, Ted guided his little bitch down to the bottom of the stairs where Darren had stationed Jason. Ted allowed her up on her feet to walk down the stairs. Once at the bottom of the stairs, she was back down on all fours, "Heal bitch." Christine sat on her feet and leaned against Ted's leg, slightly, like a hunting dog at heal. Jason stammered, "Ahh coach? I don't know what to say. We just didn't intended for it to go this far." "Ah shut up, asshole." He responded, then barked, "Go get her clothes." Jason asked the coach not to hurt Christine anymore. Ted's response was "I said, asshole, go get her damn clothes!" As he waited, Ted watched the scene up on the stage. A white student in a King Henry the Eighth costume, with the build of a football lineman, announced that he was taking a "queen." He had removed Nicole from her "throne" and she was enthusiastically sucking him up. Then on her hands and knees the student went around behind her. To the cheers of the crowd of college students, he shoved his white cock to the hilt, in the waiting black pussy. Ted heard Nicole shout, "Yeah boy, shove that white meat in that black pussy. Fuck it good, fuck it hard! Yeah, that's it, thump that pussy! And hey boy, don't forget that ass. My black ass needs some of that white meat, too." Jason, who had been bird hunting with Ted, brought Christine's clothes thinking to himself how the color of her hair matched the color of Ted's red Irish setter hunting dog, Lucky. As he approached them, Ted barked, "Stand up, bitch." Handing Christine her clothes, Jason remarked, "You treat Lucky better than you're treating your wife." Ted glared at him, then barked, "Shut up asshole. You're one of them that made her the slut/whore that she is!" Then turning to Christine, he barked, "Get yer clothes on, slut. No underwear." As the man and boy waited for the slut to dress, three dark figures breezed by them. It was Ed Williams carrying an envelope, his son Ron, carrying a camcorder and his daughter Jenil, carrying a digital camera. Approaching the stage, Ron moved to the left of the still fucking pair, camcorder rolling. Jenil moved to her mother's right, camera flashing. The large black father stepped up to face his wife. He looked at the student who's cock was in his wife's pussy, "Is that a good fuckin' pussy, boy?" The student stammered "Ah yes sir, I guess." An angry, humiliated Ed looked down at his wife, "Well, I haven't had it for quite awhile and never like that. So, I wouldn't know." Nicole's lawyer husband shoved the envelope into the black queen's crown. "Divorce time, slut. You are served." Then he turned to the crowd, "Line up boys. Time ta fuck your black queen of sluts. She's all yours, now." With that, Ted yanked Christine's chain, "Let's go, bitch." Husband and wife sat silent in the car until they were on the freeway. Husband still very angry. Wife in a state of shock over the fucking her husband had just given her, realizing that there was more to come. He broke the silence with, "I talked to Don Gibbs today, your former principal. He's just sick over losing two of his most effective and well liked teachers. I told him that I would most likely take the position at that J.C. in California.. He wasn't happy about that, either." Her head shot around to look his way, "Oh no, Ted. I'll do anything, give anything to fix this mess.. I..I.. anything.., Ted please. Don't leave the team, pleease!" Out of puffy eyes from crying during her fucking, more tears began to flow. "I'll do anything Ted. I ah, I'm a lot to blame her. I let them do it. I just got carried away with it all...I, I , Oh Ted, honey... I lost control of myself. It consumed me, I don't know how it happened, I just... Oh no..." He barked at her like he did in the room at the frat house, "What bitch? You think I can take a team to a state championships again with this kinda shit goin' down? Dumb ass slut, you shoulda thought about that when you first spread your legs, let them in your pussy, up your ass and down your throat. Yes Christine, I've been on the website and watched them do things to you that you never let me do. That's gonna change, Well, it already has." He paused as the impact of the cost of her actions finally hit her. Then the tears really flowed. He continued, "I love my wife. I've loved her since the first day I met her. If I didn't, I woulda taken the same route as Ed. I've decided that I'm gonna fuck that slut right outta you, Christine, and get my wife back." He paused again as she sobbed. He then continued, "By the way, we have an appointment Monday at Ten with Don, in his office. You will turn in your resignation with a copy of your letter to the state giving up your teaching credentials." Christine sobbed, "Oh, God help me." "Yeah, God help ya, Christine. 'Cause we gotta a lotta fuckin' ta do between now an' Monday. But, ya know? I Find it really hard to believe what I witnessed back there. Two really gifted teachers turned into frat house whores, what a waste. I'm sure some immature jerk or jerks thought it would be a fun thing ta do, what a waste." Her sobbing now caused her whole body to shake. Ted turned the car into their driveway and clicked the garage door open and parked the car. He went around and opened her door. Yanking on his still sobbing wife's chain, he barked, "Git outta the car, bitch." In the house she begged between sobs, "Please Ted, let's not do it anymore tonight, please. No more tonight... I hurt down there. Ted, pleeease" He yanked on her chain and led her through the door into the house. "Boy, some whore you are, can't take a little hard fuckin'. Maybe I should just ram my cock up your slutty ass a couplea times, tonight? Balls deep. Would ya like that instead, bitch?" Christine looked at him through swollen, teary eyes thinking "A high school or college boys six or seven inch by one inch or so cock up my ass wasn't that bad. In fact it felt good and they never rammed it in there like he did my pussy, tonight. But, Ted's nine by two and a half or three inch monster that he would ram into me in his current anger would really hurt." She dropped to her knees and pleaded softly, "No, please..." Then in a resigned tone after seeing the seething anger still in his eyes, she gave in, "OK Ted, alright, ram that thing in my pussy some more. Do what you want... " He yanked on her chain "I fully intend too, slut, I fully intend, too. Let's go." Then she asked "Where's Amy?" "I sent her to your parents." "Does she know?" "Sure, she told me all about it on Thursday. Donna filled in the blanks. Seems everybody knew. They were the only two people with the guts to come and tell me. Donna's the one that told me about the frat party tonight and the queens that would be there." "Do you think Amy will tell my parents?" "Oh yeah, she's gonna take them on the website." Christine buried her face in her hands. Bringing her face and hands down to her knees she wailed, "No, no, no, please God no, no, no, please noooo." Then she fell over on her side and assumed the fetal position and just sobbed. It hurt him deep in his heart to see his wife like this. He wished so much that he could wave a magic wand and it would be alright, again. It would all go away. But, that's not the way it works. He had chosen a path to knock the demon whore out of her and he couldn't stop now. Ted tried to bark an order to get her up, "Stand up, bit..." But, it just wouldn't come out like it did earlier. So, he scooped her up, threw her over his shoulder and carried her up to their bedroom. He threw her on the bed and found his rough side again. But, not quite as harsh a tone as earlier. "Git yer clothes off, slut. We'll do it one more time. Then we'll get some sleep and get back at it tomorrow." As she unbuttoned her blouse, she asked in a soft voice, "Did you haveta tell them?" "They woulda heard it from someone else. Maybe in the form of blackmail. It worked on you." She finished removing her clothes in silence. Then assumed her position on her knees facing the bed, ready to suck him up. He sat on the bed with legs on each side of her and in a less harsh tone, "OK, super cock sucking slut, do your thing." When she had him up and hard, he barked, "On the bed, on your hands and knees." She groaned because this was the position that he used to fuck her so unmercifully. He looked at her beet red, raw pussy lips. This was still his wife that he so loved dearly. So, he said "Stay there bitch." He brought out some Vaseline and coated the raw lips. Then he just eased his cock in and fucked her slowly to his finish. He removed her leash and hung it on the bedpost. "OK bitch, let's clean up and go to bed." -------------------------------------------- Saturday morning he woke up before her. Propping his head up on one elbow, he watched her sleep. His mind ran over the last twenty good years and how he loved the woman laying beside him. His thoughts returned to the events of the night before. About how he fucked her like he never had in their twenty years of marriage. How he had gone up inside of her where no man or boy had gone before. How he had established her as a custom fit, for his cock only. This morning he would fuck her into hypnotism, like he had read in a fiction story on the website, Literotica. He had searched out the words to use on the internet. Under hypnosis, he would take possession of everything she had of value. Her body, mind, heart and soul. Only her spirit belonged to God. Ted was going to make sure that this would never happen again. She stirred, rolled over on her back and checked the see if the collar was still in place, it was. She laid there and looked at him for a while. Blinking her eyes, she said softly, "The nightmare is still going on, isn't it?" "Yep, you ready ta fuck some more.?" "Ohh Ted, pleease, I'm still so sore down there. But, if you wanta do it some more, have at it. Pound on me all you want. I certainly deserve it." She spread her long legs, thinking, "Once up on a time we made love, then had loving sex. I have certainly messed that up. Now, it's just raw, hard fucking." He now had her where he wanted her. "Then suck it up, bitch." He laid back, "Do it right here." As she sucked on his cock he reached over and grabbed the jar of Vaseline and coated her still red pussy lips. When he told her she had sucked enough, she rose up and said ever so softly, "Thank you for the Vaseline on my vagina." He didn't respond. He just leaned up against the head board like he was going to read in bed. Then he barked, "Come over here and mount this cock. And bitch? Get to like it. It's the only one your gonna have up inside you for the rest of your life." Cost of Forbidden Fruit Ch. 01 Crawling over to him she thought, "Good thing that sucking cock turns me on." She mounted him and slid down the shaft, thinking, "Boy, am I loose. He really stretched me out last night. Calls it a custom fit, I guess so." "OK slut, you're doin' good. Now, put your feet behind me, souls together and your hands on my shoulders." He gripped her breasts with his large hands. He looked her over and decided that she was totally fucked and impaled on his cock, ready for hypnosis. Eye to eye contact and with just a few of the words he knew, she slipped right under and he found himself speaking directly to her subconscious that does not know the difference between truth and fiction. He promptly established a password and instructed her on what is required to get her under hypnosis again. He then went about taking full possession of her body, mind, heart and soul. He also informed her that the feeling of the grip on her breasts would always be there. He went on to instruct her that when they were alone she would address him as my lord or master. Taking her out of hypnosis, he rolled them over and began fucking her deep, with long, slow strokes. She gripped the bed covers and wrapped her legs around him, then moaned, "Oh, Oh! Ohhh yes. Oh that's good, Ohhh yes." As her orgasm subsided he erupted inside of her. She gave him a slight smile, "Thank you, m'lord." He had to admit that it was the best sex action that they have had in ten or fifteen years. Rolling off her, he said, "Go cleanup, then make us some breakfast." As Christine finished cooking breakfast, Ted checked messages on the answering machine. The usual for an off season Saturday morning was one maybe two messages. Today there were fifteen. He decided to deal with them on later. After retrieving a pregnancy detection kit, he took a seat at the breakfast table Christine set a cup of coffee down before him and noticed the kit. She gasped. As he opened the package, he said, "Thanks for the coffee. Oh, by the way. Were you missing something when you got there last night?" Christine did not take her contraceptive pill on Friday morning. Deciding to take it when she arrived at the frat house. But, when she arrived, the pills were not in her purse. "No pill all day yesterday, none this morning, either. And slut, after twenty years I know your monthly cycle. I also know that you are as regular as clock work. No pill all day and at the top of your cycle. There you were settin' on your throne, ovulating. Yet, you still let them mount you on that throne, white queen of sluts. Waiting for any or all of them to stick it anywhere they wanted too, bareback. So, any one of those college boys coulda knocked ya up. But, lucky for you, I got there first. Our computer hacking daughter, Amy hacked into your medical records and found that you were on the pill since June. How about that? I decided to find out just how firm a grip they had on you. Gettin' up on your throne with no protection. I'd say that they had quite a hold on your ass. Open your dress and spread your legs a little bit." Crying again, she complied and he handed her the device. "Check it out, bitch." She inserted it, then removed it. The results were immediate, pregnant. She gasped again. "Considering how much I pumped into you last night and this morning, and it's a good chance ya had two eggs down there... I'd say there should be more than one. Really for a litter?" They had gone natural child birth in her first two pregnancies, with Ted as her coach. He had studied the process well beyond the class work. So Christine, well aware of the truth in what he said, gripped the arm of his chair and went down on her knees and whined, "Oh my lord, I'm thirty eight, almost thirty nine years old. We have grown children. I can't..." He placed two fingers over her lips and said, "Sure ya can. Women do it all the time. Just think, you'll be a teacher again, home schooling our second family." He laughed, glanced at his watch, look at her and flicked her on the nose, "It's all gonna work out. Besides, it seems like you were the happiest when the kids were little, so we do it again, why not? Get breakfast on the table, we got some branding and banding to do this morning." Christine stood up, the first part of the erotic story "Jaycee and the Nerd High School Teacher" he had given her to read this morning came to mind. So, in total obedience, she said ever so softly, "As you wish, m'lord.." She would get a tattoo on her hip, a gold band on her right forefinger and bear the children resulting from her indiscretion. Fortunately, her husband would be the father. ---------------------------------- Ted and Christine returned home from the tattoo parlor where she was "branded" as totally his woman. They had also been to a jewelry store where she was "banded" to remind her of the "branding" tattooed on her right hip. After hanging up their coats, Ted reattached the collar to her neck, and asked, "Feel much like the white queen of the frat house whores, now slut?" Christine answered meekly, "No m'lord, no I don't." "Was five months of fucking around with those boys worth it?" "No, m'lord. The cost is running way to high." Glancing at his watch and reattaching the leash, he said in a matter of fact tone, "You're my own personal slut now and I think we have about enough time for one good solid fuck before lunch. Is my super cock sucker ready ta git it up?" She bowed her head and moaned. Then asked softly, "Oh m'lord, can I just suck it off?" A still angry look in his eyes, he barked, "Oh, they taught you how ta do that too, huh? Well, not on your life bitch, you still need some more fucking! Now, git down!" With that he turned, yanked her chain and lead her upstairs to their bedroom where he ordered her to remove her clothes. He removed his clothes and sat, spread legged on the edge of the bed, "OK super cocksucker, do your thing." She obediently complied, dropping to her knees before him. Taking his limp cock in her hands it reminded her of the night before. As in the frat house room, she glance up at him. His anger was not quite as intense. But, there she was again, nude, collared and leashed, on her knees before her angry husband. "When will this nightmare ever end?" she thought, as she stuffed his cock into her month. He allowed her to suck on it for awhile after it was up and hard because what she was doing felt, Oh so good. Then he barked, "OK bitch, up on the bed, doggie position." Once she was on the bed, he spread her legs, "Let's take a look at that pussy. Humm, still purdy red. I'll get the Vaseline." He coated her pussy lips, then rammed his cock deep into her ravished pussy. "So slut, you want me to take my time, or get it over as soon as possible?" Christine moaned, then replied, "Do what ever you want, m'lord. Take as much time as you wish." "Right answer, slut. Now, it looks like we getting somewhere. I'll fuck you where I want, when I want, for as long as I want." he proclaimed as he stroked deep into her, trying to be as easy as he could on her raw pussy lips. He reminded himself again, that this was his wife and he loved her deeply. It had and still did cut deep into his heart every time he hurt her. He wished so much that there was some other way. But, the plan seemed to be working. It appeared that he would soon have his loving wife back, the whore fucked out of her. Then there was the little bit of an upside. She had become one hell of a cocksucker. He made up his mind right then to become as good with his tongue and fingers on her pussy as she was with her month and hands on his cock.. He rolled her onto her back and with a pillow under her hips and went on to finish. As in the night before, he was totally unconcerned whether or not she had any kind of orgasm. But, orgasm she did. She gave him a little, satisfied smile, thinking, "Today isn't half as bad as it was last night." Rolling off her, he said, "Good fuck, bitch. Now, go clean up, then make us some lunch." She rose up off the bed and in almost a whisper, "Yes, m'lord." With the leash in hand she, went off to the bathroom to clean up. She returned a few minutes later and as he pulled on a terry cloth robe, she clean him. Then she asked, "Roast beef sandwiches, m'lord?" Ted drew the cord on his robe up tight and tied off the cord, "Yeah, that sounds good." She returned the wash cloth to the bathroom, then asked, "May I wear a house dress, m'lord?" He looked at her for a moment, "Yeah sure, as long as it buttons up the front. I'm going into the study to check some of the calls that have come in." "Thank you, m'lord." After lunch, Ted stripped off Christine's house dress and had her place her hands flat on the table. He kicked her legs apart and rammed his cock to the hilt in her still wet, fucked raw pussy. She squealed, "Oh no, m'lord. Please don't do it to me any more... Pleease?" He ignored her pleas and leaned toward her right ear. Using short strokes, he whispered "Look at your left hand, slut. What do you see?" Her meek reply was, "My wedding rings, m'lord." "What do they mean to you, slut?" Again, meekly, "That I'm still your wife, m'lord." "My wife, yeah, that's right. Those rings musta been hard to see when you were fucking those boys, huh slut? What's that band on your right forefinger mean, slut?" "It reminds me of the branding on my right hip, m'lord." "That's right.. Lot harder ta miss, isn't it, slut?" "Yes, m'lord." Fucking her to finish, he clicked the leash back in place, then barked, "Get down, bitch. we're gonna go up stairs and fuck some more." She groaned, then dropped down to her hands and knees. He retied the cord around his robe, then yanked her chain toward the stairs. In a drill sergeant's tone, "Who owns your body now, slut?" Her answers came soft and meek. "You do m'lord." "Your mind?" "You do, m'lord." "Heart and soul?" "You do, m'lord." "And, who's cock is that pussy a custom fit for?" "Yours, m'lord." "Anybody else's?" "No m'lord, never." "You've become a fantastic cocksucker. Gonna suck on anybody else's cock?" "No never, m'lord." "And, your ass?" "For my discipline, m'lord." "What can get my cock up that nicely made ass?" "My disobedience of you, m'lord." "Good Slut. Looks like I've almost got the whore fucked right outta you." He proclaimed. She just moaned. As they passed the entry, the door chimes rang. He guided her to the door. Checking the peep hole, he found it to be five or six students. All appeared to be basketball players. He opened the door, backing her up to allow them entry. He barked, "Heal, bitch." Lead by Darren, Doug and Jason, the six players filed into the entry area.. They all gazed down at the nude Christine, head bowed, arms covering her breasts. Ted asked in a harsh voice, "What do you assholes want now?" Jason was the first to speak, "Can I cover your wife, sir?" Ted glanced down at Christine, "Yeah sure, her house dress is on the table." As Jason went to get the dress, Darren spoke up. He didn't have the usual cocky, overconfident look about himself. It was more like that of a scared little boy, "Ah, coach, we didn't mean for it to get this far... Ah, we didn't treat her badly or hurt her. And coach, she seemed to like it." Doug added, "Jason wouldn't let us do anything that might hurt her." Ted knew that Jason had a crush on Christine since he joined the varsity team. It didn't stop the anger that flared up in Ted, "Oh, bullshit, assholes. Ya made her into a slut/whore and that's who liked getting fucked in every hole. The white queen of frat house whores and sluts." Jason had returned with Christine's dress and covered her nude body. Standing up he said, "We're really sorry coach. We didn't know it would get like this.." Still in an angry posture, Ted growled, "My ass, spare me the bull shit. All three of ya knew full well what you were doin'." Then turning to the other three and recognizing one, he asked the player, "Did you fuck her, too." The young man stammered, "No, no coach. I wouldn't think o' doin' that ta Missus Cee." Darren injected, "The rest of the team didn't know what was goin' on with her.." Ted would find out later that he was lying. That Darren had called each member of the varsity team and invited them to come to his house and fuck Christine anywhere they wanted. Each player declined. Ted turned to the other two, "Who are you two?" One of the two young men thrust out his right hand, "Chuck Meyers, sir." After Ted finished shaking Chuck's hand, the other boy thrust out his, "Stuart Johansson, sir." Ted asked, "You all three on the varsity team?" "Yes sir." the three boys chimed together. 'So, what brings you to my house tonight?" "We heard that you might leave the team, sir." replied Chuck, "Stuart an I, ah well, both our parents sold their homes and moved us into this high school district so we could play varsity on your team." It wasn't the first time parents had moved their family just so their son could play on his team. Three state championships in six years makes a difference. But, it still stirred something in him each time he heard it. "Yeah well, I'm gonna fly out ta California the end of next week and check out a J.C." Ted heard a softly spoken plea from his wife to not leave the team. He apparently chose to ignore her plea and continued, "How the hell do you expect me ta git a team to the championships with this kinda shit goin' on with my wife?" The three perpetrators went on to apologize profusely and the three players asked the coach to stay with the team. Ted sent them away with the promise that he would seriously consider their request. When they had gone, he yanked Christine's chain, pulled her dress off her shoulders and barked, "Come on slut, let's go fuck some more." ----------------------------------------------- Ted descended the stairs after a shower and heard one of the cellphones ringing. Christine, in the kitchen preparing dinner, answered it. "Hello." "Hi, precious." said her father. She turned and leaned up against the kitchen counter and cried and whined, "Oh daddy, daddy...Oh daddy, I screwed up, big time. Now Ted has me living in hell on earth. I've acted so irresponsibly and self centered. He has me wearing a dog collar and, and daddeee, he leads me around on my hands and knees with a dog leash." "Well, Christine? How should one be treated that has been acting the way you have?" her father asked. When Ted realized who she was talking too, he remained just out of her sight. "Oh daddy, I know.. There's only one word to describe what he's been doing to me since last night. He's been fucking me, daddy. Just fucking the krap outta, Oh daddy.." she whimpered. "You know you deserve it, Christine." "I know, daddeee, I know, but... Oh daddeee, last night he spanked me..., hard. My butt still hurts." "You deserved it." "I know, daddy. I was so selfish. Here I am a thirty eight year old wife and mother of grown children and I let boys half my age stick it anywhere they want too. In my lust, I have hurt everybody I love and that loves me. I'm losing my teaching credentials and now Ted wants ta move to California. I guess all I can say right now is that my husband does still love me and didn't file for divorce, most would have." "You are right there, Christine. You are very right about that. Everything he is doing is because he loves you so much." "I know, daddy. All I long for right now is that he call me Chris or sweetheart. Not bitch, whore or slut like he has since last night." Waiting a few seconds after she stopped talking, Ted walked into the kitchen area. Christine asked her dad, "Oh daddy, did you tell mom?" Within a minute, she began to slide down the counter to the floor, then whined, "Oh no, no, no. daddy, I'm so sorry." Looking up at Ted, she whimpered, "Here's Ted, tell him." As she rose to her feet, with tears rolling down her checks and neck, handing the phone to Ted she whispered painfully, "I gave my mother a heart attack..." "Hey, dad." Ted began the conversation with his father. "How ya doin', Ted?" He walked out into the living room. "Well, dad, I think we have Christine back. It would appear that my wife, your daughter is back with us. I think I've fucked the whore outta her. Pardon my french. But, that's the only way I can put it." "Well Ted, that's an improvement. You've brought her down as low as you can. Now ya need a plan ta build her back up." "Yeah, I'm working on that right now. Dad? How's her mother?" "Well, like I was telling Chris, Amy and I were checking out the website last night, thinking Chris' mom was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. We went onto Christine's page and we got into some rough spots that even Amy and I were having trouble with what we were seeing and hearing, when we heard from behind us. 'That's our daughter!' It was Chris' mom. When we turned around toward her, she collapsed into a chair and had a mild heart attack. We had to call the paramedics. She has now convinced herself that we have lost a daughter. That once a whore, always a whore. We just brought her back from the hospital a few minutes ago. Ted, I don't know how we are going to change her mind about Chris." "Oh man, wow dad. Well, let's see if we can get our heads together and see what we can do to get them both past this mess. How's Amy?" "Oh, ya know, she's dealing with it. She just hopes that your plan works and she gets her mother back." "Good, why don't you come over to the school about eleven thirty on Tuesday. We'll get some lunch. I need your fatherly advice to clean up this mess." "OK Ted, I'll see you there." Ted closed the phone and laid it on the counter. "How's dinner coming?" Christine turned to him and said, "It'll be on the table in a few minutes, m'lord. She paused, then in a whimper, "I gave my mother a heart attack." More tears rolled down her cheeks. He wanted so much to hold her and comfort her. Instead, he turned toward the dining table and said, "She's home now and gonna be alright. Your dad and I are gonna get together and work this all out." After dinner Ted made a fire in the fire place. Then went out to get more firewood. When he returned, he found that Christine had finished washing the dinner dishes, something he usually help her do. Now, she was sitting on the hearth, gazing into the fire. He sat the firewood by the door and went into the kitchen. He popped a bottle of wine. Pouring two glasses, he joined her by the fire. He thrust one glass toward her and using a pet name from early in there marriage, asked, "Glass of wine, Chrissy?" Without looking at him, she replied, "Pardon me, m'lord." A little louder, he asked, "Glass o' wine, Chrissy?" Her head snapped up to look at him. She asked in a little girl's tone, "Teddy bear?" her pet name for him, early in their marriage. "Yes Chrissy, your Teddy Bear is here. Welcome back, my precious wife." Christine took a sip of wine. Then set the glass down. "Hold me, Teddy Bear. Just hold me." Coach and Mrs. Canfield sat silently by the fire for almost a half hour. His big strong arms wrapped lovingly around his repossessed wife. "She's mine now." he thought, "and I will never let her get that far away from me, ever again. I will always keep her close." "How so very good it feels," she thought, "to be back in my husband's big strong arms. How good it feels to have him call me Chrissy. Not slut, whore or bitch." Her pussy still hurt. Her butt was still red and stung from her spanking. She still had to face her son, daughter and family. Not to mention the principal of the high school and anyone that might be in the office on Monday. At least she would have her husband by her side. Christine broke the silence with, "I love you m'lord Teddy Bear." Cost of Forbidden Fruit Ch. 01 Ted chuckled, "I love you too m'lady, my wife." She sat up and in little more than an intense whisper, "M'lord Ted, I realized something today, I couldn't live separated from you. If you would have divorced me like Ed did Nicole, I would just curl up and die...I could never be like her. I must be yours, totally yours, or life isn't worth living." Ted smiled at her and gave her a kiss, "I realized Thursday, when Amy and Donna came to me with the whole story that I couldn't bear to live without you here with me. It's death do us part, Chris. So, Donna and I worked out a plan to get you back.." She ran her fingers of one hand over his cheeks and chin, "The plan worked my love..., m'lord." A quick glance at his watch, noticing that it was almost seven forty five, he said, "Speaking of Donna, I talked to her earlier today. She's coming over about eight tonight to help plan your recovery." "Oh OK, great." she said, coming to life. Even giving him a short smile, "I like Donna. She and I have pulled off neat events together. She'll want a glass of wine." She started to rise up, "I'll go get her a glass and bring in the bottle." "Don't worry about it right now, Chris." he whispered, handing her a glass of wine, "A toast. To Ted and Chris Canfield, acting as one, inseparable." As the glasses came together, she gave him big beautiful smile. Holding her forefinger away from the glass, the gold band glowed from the light of the fire. She said softly, but with resolve, "Like one of your arms or legs, separated from you, I would just wither up and die..., m'lord." The door bell rang. "I'll get it." said Ted, turning on some lights as he went to the door to find his "coach's right hand woman," Donna Hanson. Not at all a detail person himself, he relied on Donna entirely to cover them. She stepped into the entry and allowed Ted to remove her coat. "So, we have our Chris back, thank God." Ted smiled, "Yeah Donna, we have Chris back. Come on, she's out by the fire." The 52 year old coach's assistant followed Ted into the living room. At 5' 6" she had a middle-aged European woman's body covered by a very conservative dress. Donna had large breasts, most likely "E" cup, wide hips and ass. She always reminded him of Aunt Dee in the Andy Griffith Show reruns he watched as a child on T.V. Motioning to where Chris was sitting, Ted asked, "Glass of wine, Donna?" "I'd love one, Ted. thank you." As the three sat by the fire, sipping wine, Christine gave Donna a "blow by blow" description of the events of Friday evening, night and on into Saturday. How her butt still smarted from the spanking and her pussy still burned and ached from the pounding of Ted's cock. That she still didn't know where he got the stamina, but that she deserved everything he did to her. Christine then reached over and covered the wrists of Ted and Donna, "I'm so happy that your plan worked." Ted sat his wine glass down, "Sweetheart, that's one of the things I wanted Donna over here tonight to talk about. What exactly happened last night and today stays between the three of us. And ladies, so does knowing how the plan developed and how I was able to pull it off." Ted went on to tell Chris how he and Donna started planning about two PM on Friday. That Donna had brought some pills that her late husband used to get it up when he started having trouble getting an erection. That Ted took a couple of them and practiced on Donna. Three times she sucked it up and three times he fucked her. Just as Donna said it would most likely happen, each time he went off in her it took longer to get it back up and longer to get it off. Donna placed her hand on Christine's wrist, "Chris dear, we felt it was the only way to get Ted to do it in a detached manner. On the third time I told him to pound me like some whore. And, boy did he. I have to admit that I had the wildest orgasm I have ever had. But Chris, when you said he rammed that monster cock in you on the first stroke, Oh my, that had ta hurt. It wasn't until the second time that he got it all up inside o' me. Chris gave them a big smile and almost laughed. Then turned to Donna, "You played the whore so Ted could make the plan work? And, get me back? I love you Donna. You've gotta be my best friend." Donna smiled, "I love you too, Chris. But, I gotta tellya, that was the most cocksucking I've ever done in my life." They all laughed, "So, on the third time I'm telling this guy as I'm getting into position, Oh by the way, something else I had ta teach this guy, the doggie position, anyway, I told him to fuck me like a whore. The first stroke comes sliding, gently into my pussy. So, I turned and told him, 'Ted, your mad at this whore.' Boy, then he started thumping me with long, hard, body shaking strokes. I got a sample, just a sample of what he did to you." Ted spread what wine remained in the bottle between the three glasses. Then he rose and said, "I'll get another bottle." When he was out of ear shot, Christine leaned over closer to Donna, "He wants ta leave the team and the school. He wants ta take a position at a J.C. in California. " Donna responded, "Oh Chris, I know. I booked the flight, the car, motel, and the appointments with everybody out there." Christine gripped Donna's shoulder, "We can't let that happen. We gotta get a plan together while he's gone and spring it on him when he gets back." Noticing that Ted was on his way back, Donna whispered, "OK, call me Monday afternoon, or at home in the evening." The three talked into the evening close to midnight. As they talked they felt a different, even tighter bond had developed between the three of them. When Ted invited Donna over, he told her to plan on spending the night so they could talk well into the night and more on the following day. Calling it a night, Christine led Donna into the maid/guest quarters and checked to make sure the bed was ready, "Chris? I had an idea breeze by me tonight of what we can do. We'd haveta get Don Gibbs involved." "Oh Donna, I think he'd jump on anything that would keep us here." "Well it seems to me that most every body wants both of you to stay. So, what if we got everybody to sign a petition asking him to stay. Every student, teacher and staff." "Yeah Donna, that's a fantastic idea. We could present it to him at the airport when he comes back." "There ya go, Chris. Let's sleep on it. Ted gets up around nine on Sundays, doesn't he? I'll be in the kitchen around seven or seven thirty. Meet me there, we'll have a cup o' coffee and discuss strategies to make it happen." Donna said ending with a chuckle. "You're on, I'll see you in the morning. G'night Donna." "G'night Chris... Oh Chris? I love you." "I love you too, Donna. And, thank you for your help in bringing me back." Christine closed the door thinking how much she loved Donna like an older sister. The first born in her family, Christine was always the responsible one. How could she have let all of this mess happen? How could she let them get such a hold on her." Christine joined her husband in bed. Laying on his side, she lay next to him on her back. He ran his hand up her legs to find her pussy uncovered. As he ran his fingers over the top of her bush, he whispered, "Shorty nighty and no panties on my sexy wife." She smiled and purred, "After last night and this morning, panties bother me. My loving husband found it necessary to fuck my pussy raw a couple of times over. So, I'm letting it rest and get some air..., m'lord." "Hummm, good idea." he said as his fingers moved over the top of her clitoris. Christine's red pussy lips spread open and her clitoris rose to meet his touch, "Ohh m'lord, Teddy Bear... Oh, that feels so good. Oh, Ohhh, Ohhh..." As she writhed with pleasure, Ted thought, "No time like the present to reciprocate in giving my wife some oral pleasure." It was something he had never done to her in there twenty years of marriage. He replaced his fingers with his tongue. Christine reacted immediately, "Oh, Oh, Ohhhh my lord... Teddy, Oh, Oh, Ohh yes, yesss. Oh my lord, so good." She took a deep breath and letting it out, squealed, "Yessss, Oh yess." Gripping the bed sheets, legs spread wide, she moaned in her orgasm, "Oh sooo good." When her orgasm subsided, he lay down beside her and rolled her over onto her left side. He took a firm grip on her left breast with his right hand and drifted off to sleep thinking, "My wife is back, our children have their mother back and her parents have their daughter back...." With her husband's strong arm around her, holding her close, Christine drifted off to sleep thinking, "My husband called me Chrissy..." * Look for Chapter 2 Recovery and Repair Coming soon. Also, look for more on Nicole Williams and Darren James in Ch. 03 Cost of Forbidden Fruit Ch. 02 This chapter is set in the Canfield residence on the Sunday after The Friday night and Saturday of Ch. 01. Chapter 03 will pick up when the Canfield's leave the frat house and go through Sunday afternoon. * As usual, Six AM, Christine Canfield woke up. Sunday morning was coming down. She realized that she had just logged her first restful night's sleep in months. The nausea she felt verified that she was in fact pregnant. Never experiencing real morning sickness, during her first two pregnancies she did wake up almost every morning with a nauseous feeling that would fade away after a couple of hours. So, she recognized it as a definite sign that she was with child, or two, or maybe more. Her fingers moved to her neck area to check if the dog collar was still there, it was gone. She brought up her hands up to eye level. On her left hand she found that her wedding rings remained in place. She was still Ted Canfield's wife and that was a good thing. On her right forefinger was the band of possession that her husband had installed the day before. She stared at it for almost a full minute, considering everything it represented. She concluded that it was also a good thing. In the coming weeks and months Christine would come to fully realize that she was completely possessed by her husband, but not dominated. Giving her a certain sense of freedom that not many wives could claim. She would never again fall into a trap like she fell into in early June. Because she was no longer able to give them what they wanted. Christine would simply refer them to her husband, no matter what they claimed to have on her. She no longer had the latitude or authority over her body, mind or heart to go much beyond a hand shake with any male or female. She ran her fingers of one hand down her husband's arm that lay across her chest and thought, "That's the way it was going to be if I expect to stay married to Ted Canfield and I definitely intend to stay married to him for the rest of my life, at least." Cuddled tightly with Ted, Christine thought about getting up in a few minutes, taking a shower, dressing, then meeting Donna for the strategy session they had planned the night before. Her thoughts then turned to her parents. At least her dad was talking to her, but she had caused her mother to have a heart attack. Then she asked herself, "When will the total cost of her actions over the last five months be truly known? In weeks? Months? Years? How much more punishment would she have to endure? Was it over, or would there be more?". Being honest with herself, she thought that there should be more. But, that was entirely up to her husband. She decided that she would leave it all up to Ted and her father to sort it all out. She was confident that they would work it out with her mother and get them both past this whole mess. She could not help but wonder what it was going to take to convince her mother that Ted had knocked the whore/slut out of her daughter. That he had taken steps to make sure that it would never happen again. Christine began to unwind herself from Ted's arms and legs, waking her husband. He asked, "What time is it?" "About 6 am?" she replied. "It's Sunday, why are you getting up now?" he asked, rolling over on his side, facing her. She smiled and gave him a little kiss, then answered, "Oh, ya know, m'lord, force of habit. Donna and I wanted to get together this morning and talk over what I can do to help her from here. Since I will no longer be employed at the high school. You can go back to sleep and I'll wake you up around eight or eight thirty." He moved one hand in between her legs and began gently stroking her pussy, "OK, angel eyes. I'd really like to get it on with you, m'lady. But, I think your still a little tender down there." Something else he had not called her since early in their marriage, "angel eyes." Christine dropped her hand down to his cock and began fondling it. It reacted similar to the way her pussy was responding to his fingers. "Last night was very good, m'lord teddy bear. Umm, well m'lord, the boys taught me how to do sixty nine..." "Humm, OK m'lady." As he rolled onto his back, he said, "It appears that there is an emerging upside to this whole thing, in our sex life at least." Straddling him, she lowered her pussy to make contact with his tongue. He gripped her hips and pulled her pussy onto his month, she gasped, "Oh yes, m'lord. You tongue on my clit... Oh, it feels so good." She held her self up with one arm and gripped his semi-erect cock with her other hand. She then pushed the head of his cock to the back of her month and as far down her throat as she could. As she sucked on his cock, she pushed it a little further into her throat. Since her husband's cock was almost twice as wide and much longer than any of the boys, she knew she would not get as much of him in her month as she did the theirs. She certainly could not get as much in as she did Friday night, because then she was operating entirely on fear and total submission. But, what she did get in her month and what she was doing with it, prompted her husband to withdraw from her pussy enough to exclaim, "Ohhh Chrissy, you are one hellova cock sucker! That feels so damn good. Oh yeeah!" With that and what he had been doing and continued to do to her pussy, she went into a intense orgasm like she had never felt before. A promise never fulfilled by the boys. A wild orgasm that caused her to move up and down on his cock, furiously. The boys had taught her how to suck and swallow, but she wasn't quite ready for the load he blew down her throat. With some oozing out both sides of her mouth, she was pleased to know that her oral action drove her husband right up the wall with pleasure. Reflecting on how many times he had gone off in her during Friday night and Saturday, his orgasm substantiated in her mind that she would produce a litter like he mentioned the day before. "That was fantastic, m'lady. Better than fantastic, it was magnificent. Thank you." he said when he had caught his breath. Up on her feet, she drew the covers up to his shoulders, smiled and said, "It was very good for me, too. It makes me feel good to know that I have sexually brought so much pleasure to my husband." She gave him a kiss, "I'll wake you up in a couple of hours." He smiled back at her and drifted off to sleep. She made her way into the shower. As she soaped her body, she found that her pussy lips were still swollen and very tender. While gently cleaning it, she fondly recalled the orgasm Ted had given her the night before, without penetration and their recent venture into sex number sixty nine. It all would come in handy during her third trimester and two months after delivery, when her ODGYN doctor would suspend vaginal sex. ----------------------------------- As the two women wrapped up their plans to prove to Ted that he had the support to take the basketball team to a state championship, Christine stepped into the kitchen to gather what she needed to prepare breakfast. Donna gathered up all their notes and took them into her room that was off the kitchen as Ted entered the area. After a good morning greeting to both women, he sat down at the breakfast table, "Hey Chris, I've started a list of those we need to call about all of this. It's gonna be a short list. I think there are those that need to hear it from us, not the rumor mill. It starts with the Struthers, then your parents and family when your dad thinks it is right." From the kitchen, Christine commented, "Yeah Ted, that sounds good. When you and my dad think it's right we'll talk to my family, especially my mother. I know I can't talk to her right now, let alone face her." As Donna re-entered the kitchen, Ted responded to Christine, "Yeah, right after we talk to the Struthers. They go to church until about noon. So, I thought I'd call about one or two. Your dad and I are getting together to discuss your family, specifically your mother on Tuesday." Ted glanced back at his list as his cellphone rang. The phone was on the breakfast counter. So, he asked Donna to answer it. Donna brought the phone over to him, "It's Tom Struthers." Ted took the phone, "Hey Tom, you're on the top of our list to call. But, I assumed you'd be in church . So, I thought I'd call about one or two this afternoon." "Yeah well Ted, Jason came clean about this whole mess last night around five or six. We called our pastor over and didn't get in bed until almost midnight. Wow Ted, we hadta call his girlfriend down from college ta open him up. Mary and I thought he was off on drugs or booze or something like that. He's been acting strange since just after graduation and his first quarter grades are so poor, he may not make the frosh basketball team. Anyway Ted, we thought we'd grab a couple o' buckets o' chicken with all the sides and come over there about one or one thirty." "OK Tom, we'll have some sodas in the fridge and the coffee will be on." "Good. Oh Ted? Jason wants ta know how Christine's doing?" "She's doin' good, Tom. Tell Jason that she's dressed, standing upright and the dog collar and leash are gone. We have Chris back among us." "That's great, Ted. He really will like hearing that. I guess that collar and leash on Chris started the whole process of getting him to come clean with it all. He showed up here around midnight Friday. I was still up going over some family finances. He stuck his head in my study and said 'hi' then went on to bed. It was a different Jason. Then yesterday, he and three seniors from varsity basketball got together over here and called Darren. Then they all went to see you. Jason came back alone, visibly shaken, almost in tears and went right straight to his room. That's when we called his girlfriend up at the university. They've become very close. She was able to talk him into coming down for dinner. Then, he just sat there, wouldn't eat or talk to us. His girlfriend, Michelle told him that he had to tell us. He started to cry. Ted, I haven't seen Jason cry in ten maybe twelve years. Then it all came out. He started with telling us how you had Christine on a dog collar and leash and down on all fours. That when they were over there yesterday afternoon, and on Friday evening you called her a bitch and told her to heal, like your hunting dog. That he had to ask your permission to cover her nudity. Then we got it all. Ted, Mary was white as a sheet. Anyway, we'll talk about it more this afternoon." "OK Tom, tell Jason that Christine and I have talked it over enough, so I can't be mad at him. It's a good thing that he was there, looking out for her. Tell him that I find that he and I are members of an exclusive fraternity with a closed membership of two. I'll explain it to him when you all get here this afternoon." "OK Ted, we'll see you later. Oh, and Ted? Tell Chris that Mary and I forgive her and that we still love her, Okay?" Ted hung up the phone and went into the kitchen to tell Christine about the plans for the Struthers coming over for lunch that afternoon. Her body straightened up and grew rigid. She turned to him and exclaimed, "This afternoon!?! They're coming here!?!" She stepped closer to Ted, voice fading into a whisper. "Oh no, Ted , no. It's too early for me, I...I can't, no, I .. I can't face Mary Struthers. Oh no, please Ted... I, ah, I spent the whole summer having sex with her son. Oh no, they are some of our closest friends. Next to Donna, Mary's my best friend. I just can't face them right now. No, please, no!" Ted placed two fingers over the lips of his crying wife, "Shhhh Chris, Shhhh. Mary sent a message through Tom that she forgives you and she still loves you. Tom does too." Through her tears she looked right into the eyes of her husband. He had never given her reason not to believe him. She was the one that had broken the trust. Christine uttered a weak "You're sure about that?" Donna came into the kitchen and Christine reached out and drew her close. She wrapped her free arm around her husband, "Only with you two standing by me can I do this....I'd much rather hide in our bedroom." "Ah Chris, relax." said Ted, drawing both women closer to himself, "These are people that want to help in your recovery..." Still a little tense and rigid, Christine asked, "You're really sure about that?" "Trust me, Chris." Ted said, "Tom and Mary are only interested in helping you and Jason recover and get past this mess... they still love you, Chris." He felt her body relax, but the tears still flowed. Christine shook her head side to side, "How could I have been so selfish and uncaring, so caught up in my own lust and sexual gratification that I would ignore the pain I was inflecting on my family, our friends and the school. The people who trusted me to educate their children, I failed them miserably. I failed them..." Donna patted Christine on the back, "It's time to heal, Chris. Time to recover and repair and we are all here to help. Mary, you and I have done a lot of good things together. It would appear that she hasn't forgotten that." In a whimper, Christine finally agreed, "OK you guys, Okeh, alright..." It was a chilly autumn afternoon. So, Christine and Donna were enjoying a cup of coffee by the fireplace. Ted, the one who made coffee in the Canfield household, was in the kitchen making another 12 cups. When the front door chimes sounded they heard Ted say that he would get it. Christine glanced at her watch, "One twenty. That's the Struthers. Donna? Are you sure I can't I just go hide some place. You can talk to Mary..." "No Chris, Ted's right." whispered Donna softly, "It is important that your recovery and repair start with the Struthers and we start right now." They heard Ted say, "Let me have your coats, then put the food on the dining room table. Chris and Donna are out in the living room by the fireplace." Not allowed to hide, Christine stood up and prepared herself to meet Tom, Mary and Jason Struthers, asking herself if this was part of her punishment. Jason and what appeared to be his girlfriend, Michelle, carried the food into the dining room. Christine felt a little better with Donna standing by her side and Ted coming in behind them. Christine was pleasantly surprised that they did not bring any tension with them. Tom and Ted stopped to talk at the entrance to the livingroom. Mary continued toward the fireplace and Christine. Standing rigidly, Christine was terrified at what Mary might say or do and fumbling for words, all she could get out was, "I'm so sorry Mary, I'm so very, very sorry." Mary, a slender woman about the same height as Christine, opened her arms wide, "Tom and I know you're sorry and we forgive you. Chris, you are too good of a friend and we also feel that you and Jason may be more victims here than just an affair." Christine fell into Mary's arms and the others watched as the two women hugged and cried. Mary pulled back enough to look into Christine's eyes, "We love you Chris. What you and Jason have done is well beyond just not right, it was totally wrong. But, it is done and we can't change what is done, as much as we would like too. Now, it is time to forgive, recover and repair. Both of you have to much of a future to destroy it over a mistake like this. We want to help both of you past all of this mess. So, come on Chris, I want you to meet Jason's girlfriend. She's just as cute as she can be." Jason could not bear to meet Christine's eyes. But, he did appreciate the fact that she was standing erect, fully clothed and that the dog collar and leash were gone. It would not be until later in the day when he would notice that the "Missus Cee" sparkle was returning to Christine's eyes. Donna spoke up, "Hey, the fried chicken smells too good to let it sit here and get cold. Take a seat, I'll get some plates." Christine sat at one end of the table and Ted sat at the other end. Donna sat to Christine's right with Michelle next to Donna. Jason sat between Michelle and Ted. Mary sat to Christine's left and Tom sat next to his wife. Tom asked Ted, "According to Jason, you were really abusive to your wife when you caught her up there at that frat party." Christine answered for Ted, "Tom, I deserved everything my husband did to me and more. That includes the spanking. To use a word we have never had the occasion to use around here, he fucked the slut right outta me." Mary gasped, "He spanked you?" "Oh yeah." replied Christine, "and very hard at that. My butt still aches and burns from it. But Mary, you and I both know that I deserved it. I still ache and burn from the fucking he gave me, which I also deserved. My husband and I have come to the conclusion that I'm not built to be a prostitute or porn star. My body just can't take it, at least what my husband was dishing out Friday night and on into Saturday." Everybody chuckled. Then Ted said, "I'm sure Jason would agree that Nicole Williams would have taken it all and asked for more." Jason, who had not said a word since he arrived, shook his head up and down "yes." Christine's cellphone rang. She stood up found it on the kitchen counter and answered it, "Oh Brian, how are you today?" He told her that he was "fine" then went on to give her a coded message that told her where and when they wanted her to present herself for another session. Her usual response of the last five months would be to give him a submissive, affirmative response and do what she had to do to be there. Today it would be different. Walking toward Ted as she listened to Brian, she responded to his message with, "Well Brian, things have changed a bit around here. My husband has taken full possession of my body, mind, heart and soul. So, you see I would need his permission to join you and the others today, or and time in the future. Why don't you asked him..." With that she handed the phone to her husband. Ted handed the phone back to her, "He hung up." Christine returned to her seat with a satisfied grin, giving her husband a wink. Jason glanced Christine's direction. She gave him a wink, too, generating a blush from him. Donna beamed and then stated, "Now, there's our Chris back with that self confident smile we've come to expect from Missus Cee." Yes, Christine did feel much better about herself. She also felt wet and hot between her legs. Horny for that man at the other end of the table. Even with her pussy as tender as it was, she would like to have that nine by three inch monster cock buried up inside of her right now, if she didn't think it would be rude of them to leave their guests for a few minutes, maybe an hour, or so. Mary commented, "Jason came home yesterday afternoon almost catatonic over how Ted was treating you." Then she asked, "What did he do to you yesterday?" Christine gave her a half smile, "He actually started around eight PM on Friday. But Mary, for about 24 hours he had me in hell on earth. He called me a slut, whore, bitch not just once or twice, many times. No body ever talked to me like that. He had me nude on a dog collar and leash, treating me like a bitch dog. But, you know something? Now that it is over, I love him more and we are closer than last Friday morning." Tom asked "So, Jason was right, Ted did have you on your hands and knees yesterday, nude, still wearing only a dog collar and a leash?" "Yeah Tom, that's right. He treated me like a bitch dog, because I had been acting like a bitch in heat. He let me wear a house dress while I was in the kitchen, cooking a meal. When the boys came by yesterday, he had removed my dress and was leading me up stairs after lunch to do it to me some more. But, I can't stress the point enough here. I deserved everything I got from my husband, maybe more, much more. He could have very well divorced me and kicked me out on the street like Ed Williams did Nicole. He proved to me that he really loves me by reaching into a deep dark pit that I was digging for myself and yanked me out. Then he thrashed the crap outta me for about twenty four hours.., I still hurt from it. But, he set me free of it all. Nicole is still caught up in it and as far as I know, she's digging in deeper. " Then making eye contact with Ted she said, "I know one thing for sure now, my husband really loves me and cherishes me as his wife. I know too, that he will always keep me close to him. That I can take to my grave." Ted gave her a smile and she blew him a kiss. "Oh, Oh you guys should be some of the first to know this... So, I guess you will be the first ta know... Sometime between eight pm Friday and yesterday afternoon my husband knocked me up higher than a kite." Cost of Forbidden Fruit Ch. 02 "Oh how exciting. Something good is coming out of this." exclaimed Mary. Then she asked, "You are going to keep it, aren't you?" Christine beamed, "Of course we will. But, according to my husband, it maybe them, or a litter as he put it." As they continued to discuss Christine's ordeal and pregnancy, Ted leaned toward Jason and said, "Let's you and I go into the living room and have a meeting of our exclusive fraternity." Jason followed Ted into the living room. Ted threw two more logs on the fire and Jason took a seat in one of the chairs by the fireplace. As soon as the two men were out of ear shot, the conversation at the table turned to what it was going to take to prevent Ted from moving his family to California or anywhere else. They even drew Michelle into their conspiracy. After Ted had stroked up the fire he sat down in a chair next to Jason, "What I mean by a closed fraternity here is that you and I are the only two men on the face of the earth that have had loving sex with Christine. How was it?" Jason, elbows on his knees, hands holding his head, peering into the fire, sat up straight in his chair, "Ah coach? What do you mean?" "I mean, was she good or what?" "Oh coach, once she taught me how to do it right, ah.. Wow, ah... You know better than anyone, it was heaven on earth. I knew all along that I shouldn't be there with her. She's your wife, ah, I had no right... But, oh her touch, just being there with her. I don't think that there's any better. I mean, Oh coach, I love Michelle. But, Missus Cee will always be the most beautiful woman I have ever met and touched." Ted smiled, "Yeah, I know and I doubt there's any better than the total woman that she is. But, ya know something? I think I may have set her up for this mess by taking her for granted... I'll never do that again. I came way to close to losing her and I couldn't handle that." Ted leaned toward the young man and put his hand on Jason shoulder, "It would appear that if you had not been there, it would have been much harder to get her back, if at all. That's another fact that makes us frat brothers. So anyway, dream come true, huh?" "Well coach, I never dreamed I would ever get that far with her. I just never ever dreamed I would get that close, physically that is. But ya know coach? I don't think we ever had the whole Missus Cee there with us." "What do you mean by that?" "Where Missus Williams, Nikki as she wanted us to call her, was totally into it all, completely there. She enjoyed every bit of it. With Missus Cee, well it seems to me that she left something out in her car. She just wasn't the same person and she didn't stop us from calling her Missus Cee. I mean, ah... I just don't know how to explain it. Just that, well, she wasn't the real Missus Cee until I got her back into her car. She always seemed to be there looking for something that she never found. I don't know, maybe it wasn't there to be found." Ted sat back in his chair and stared at the fire, "Yeah Jason, I think I know what you're saying. The woman that looked up at me in the room at the frat house Friday night... Well, she was my wife alright. But, she just had a real vacant look about her. I guess that's what takes over when a woman falls off the deep end. I think that's part of the whore that I fucked out of her. We didn't notice it at the time, but since graduation, she hasn't been completely here with us either, really preoccupied. I don't know how I let that get by me. It won't happen again. Anyway Jason, I'm really sorry about calling you an asshole Friday night and Saturday." "That's alright coach. It was some really tight times." "Yeah, it was. Anyway, for me to tell you to stop loving Chris, and you can call her Chris now, wouldn't do either one of you any good. I've never functioned on ego. So, it would do me much good, either. The fact is Jason, I don't want you to stop loving Chris, because she needs all the love she can get right now, so do you. I told her and I'll tell you to take the relationship back to the way it was in May. I think Ryan and I will haveta sit down and talk about maintaining a closer relationship with his mom, my wife.." "Ah, coach? How about Ryan. I mean, have I mess up our friendship? We've been friends since what, the second or third grade." "Oh ya know, he'd like ta come back here and kill somebody. He's mad as hell. But, don't worry about it right now. His mom and I will fix it between you and him. Um Jason? Chris is very fond of you. The way you looked out for her in the whole thing, I can tell from the look in her eyes that she enjoyed the time you two spent together. It can't ever happen again and she knows that. But, like your mom said, it did happen and we can't change it. I'm sure not gonna hold it against either of you. So, savor the memories. Use the experience in your relationship with Michelle. Shoot, she could be Amy's sister, she looks so much like Chris. .. What's your intentions with her?" "Oh coach, I wanta marry her. I want her as my wife... I want with her what my parents have, what you and Mis, ah... Chris have. I want to be able to get in and out of something like this and stay together like you and Chris." "Well, get a ring on her finger. You guys gettin' it on?" "Ah, no coach. She's a virgin and wants ta get married a virgin. Her parents are divorced and her mother is a part time whore. Her sister lost her virginity when she was thirteen and joins with her mother in prostitution. "Well, it's nice to hear when a woman does put a value on it. I know there are those that would argue the point with me. But, that certainly is a woman's choice. Chris was a virgin when I married her, I certainly wasn't...How'd ya meet her?" "Ah, we were assigned the same table in Biology Lab. Two of us to each table. It's a freshman science class for non-science majors. I'm majoring in accounting and she is an English major with emphasis in Creative Writing. She wants to be a novelist. We didn't say much during class, but when it was over, we stood up and faced each other. I knew right then that I had to get to know this girl. So, I asked her to lunch. We realized later that we both fell in love at that lunch..." Ted sat silent for a bit after Jason stopped talking. Then commented "She looks a lot like Chris did when we first met. I fell in love with her so hard and so fast, I would have married her that night if her father would have let me... Damn Jason, I can't believe I came so close to losing her... So, what'd your pastor have to say?" "Oh man, he had a lot to say, a whole lot. I've known him all my life. To say the least he was , like my mom, very disappointed." Jason paused for a drink of his soda, "But, two things he said cut like a knife and stuck right in my heart. He said that Christianity is all about Jesus Christ and our personal relationship with Him. That it really doesn't matter how often we get to church. That if I were the Christian I was suppose to be, on the first day Darren called me over to his house I would have I would have got Chris into her clothes and brought her to you. Then told you what was going on. You coulda nipped it all in the bud, as my dad says. I've grown up around Christian teaching and shoulda known what to do. Instead I let my lust for Chris take over and the more we did it the less I wanted it to stop. I'm really sorry coach, really sorry that I didn't do the right thing. I caused Chris a lot of pain and I know it hurt you to haveta hurt her. So, I'm really sorry coach." "You're nineteen and your hormones are running high. Also, we don't know the whole story yet. But, anyway, I forgive you. A man once said hindsight is twenty-twenty. Right now I just wanta get things back in order. I think one way to do that is to forgive even before a person asks and to be ready to forgive when they do ask. Your parents taught me that earlier today." The two men heard the front door open a close. It was Amy coming home. Entering the livingroom she greeted her father, then noticed Jason, "Oh Jason, ah, what are you doing here?" Her father answered her with, "Amy, The Struthers' are over here to clear the air and get the whole story straight between the families." "Okeh daddy, I guess. How's mom?" "Check her out. She's in the dinning room with Jason's parents, his girl friend and Donna." Ted replied. "There's fried chicken and all the sides in there, too." Amy turned to go into the dining room, only to find her mother coming toward her, "Mom?" Christine opened her arms as Mary had done for her, "Yes Amy, your father has brought me back and it's very permanent." Amy threw herself into her mothers arms. After some tears, Christine said, "Come on in to the dinning room and I'll introduce you to Jason's girlfriend, Michelle." --------------------------------------------- After helping Christine write her letter of resignation and letter to the state, Donna went home to prepare for work the next day. Amy had gone to bed. Ted and Christine danced a slow dance in front of the fireplace to the music of their wedding day. Then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her off to bed.. Ted stripped Christine waist down and spread her legs, "Time for a pussy check to see if it can handle some cock." Removing her shirt and bra, she purred, "It's your body, m'lord. Do with it as you wish. And m'lord, my husband, any cock is welcome as long as it is yours." "You got that right, m'lady. You always were a quick learner." He went on to examine her vagina, "Hummm, I think it needs more oral stimulation to effect total recovery." With a breast in each hand, he began to flick his wife's clitoris with his tongue. Her pussy lips peeled open and he brought one hand down and ran his fingers gently over them. Writhing with pleasure, she moaned, "Ohhh yess m'lord teddy bear, that feels sooo goood." He went on to again, bring her to another orgasm, without penetration.. Ted stood up and she immediately dropped to her knees before him, "Your turn, m'lord.." Taking his limp cock in one hand, she ran her tongue around the head. Then she buried almost half the semi-erect member in her mouth and began to suck. Bringing him up to a solid erection, she gave his shaft some nice long licks. "Oh Chris... That feels so good." he moaned as he ran fingers through her hair. Taking a little more of his cock down her throat, she returned to her sucking action. This time she was ready for the load he shot into her throat and she sucked down every drop. When he recovered he exclaimed "Damn you've become so very good at that." Christine stood up, kiss her husband and purred, "I really like what you do to my pussy with your tongue and fingers. It's a pleasantly different orgasm." Mister and Missus Canfield took a shower together. Then cuddled up in bed for the night, "I love you my lord Theodore Canfield, Good night." "Good night my lady Christine Canfield and I do love you too." Cost of Forbidden Fruit Ch. 03 This chapter begins when Ted Canfield removes his wife, the white queen, from the frat house and ends that following Sunday afternoon. It runs parallel to chapter 2. * Brian Cunningham, president of the fraternity, stood at the back of the room with Darren James and Doug Reilly, watching Coach Ted Canfield remove his wife from the fraternity's Halloween party using a leash attached to a dog collar around her neck. A few minutes later, the Canfield's were followed by Ed Williams, his son and daughter. Ed had just served divorce documents on his wife, Nicole, the black queen, as she was being fucked on stage by a member of the fraternity. There was to be a black and a white queen available for the fraternity members and their guests through-out the evening. Christine Canfield was to be the white queen. Now she was gone. Brian turned to Darren and Doug, "Gentlemen, we waived the pledging process for the three of you because we were promised two queens. Now, we only have one. Do we reinstate 50% of the pledging process?" Usually quiet Doug spoke up, "President Brian, sir, I think I have that covered." A surprised Darren said, "Douggie? You've been holding out on me!" Brian held up his hand, "Darren! Let the man speak." At six foot four inches tall, Douglas Reilly was an exceptional basketball player, very possibly pro quality. He also was a man of very few words and quite the follower. What Darren said was fun and cool to do, Doug did. He went on to explain, "Well, end of last summer a friend from high school, Rick Walker, told me that his parents were gettin' a divorce. That his mother had caught his dad cheating on her. And, that she was comin' out real good on the property settlement and alimony. So then, about a month ago, I spotted his mom going into a house that wasn't hers with some guy I knew wasn't Rick's dad. I was driving my mom's car and I knew she kept a digital camera in the glove box. So, I went around back and found the bedroom where they were. I watched from a corner of the window until he was really fucking her and got some pictures. Then I went over ta Rick's house while his mom was there alone. I showed her copies of my pictures, knowin' they could really mess up her divorce. She asked me what I wanted . I told her I wanted to fuck her. So, we spent the rest of the day in her bedroom. She sucks and fucks real good. Damn good lookin' woman, too." Darren slapped Doug on the shoulder, "Taught him everything he knows." Brian smiled a patronizing almost condescending smile, "Okeh, so what does that do for us?" Doug replied, "Her name is Rita. I got a hold of her about forty five minutes ago. She should be here in about ten to fifteen minutes. I told her about the queens. She is coming up to fill in for Missus Cee. And, I don't think that we will haveta worry about any pissed off husbands." Brian gave Doug a soft punch to the shoulder, "Alright, my man. Very good. You got right on top o' that, I'm impressed. OK, listen you guys, as a budding psychologist, I can tell you that our black queen is at a point that is the most vulnerable in any woman's life. Her soon to be ex-husband has stacked what appears to be everything she owns at our back door. She has no place to go tonight. She has been kicked out of her nest and I'm sure by Monday she'll have no means of support. According to Doctor Maslow, unless we take care of her, she has none of her basic needs fulfilled. She belongs to us now, completely. I'm going up to my room at about eleven. Bring her up at about eleven fifteen. I have a proposition for her that I think will prove beneficial to us all. So, after I fuck her a couple of times, I'll talk to her about it. Since I nailed that cunt about two years ago she is still one of my favorite fucks, pussy and ass. At eleven fifteen sharp there was a knock at Brian's door, "Enter." called the fraternity president. As he had instructed, two frat brothers entered with the black queen. "Thank you, gentlemen. Now, leave us." When the two young men had gone, Brian removed Nicole's crown and robe. Then told her to step out her high heal shoes. Kissing her on the neck from behind, he asked, "How's it going my queen?" "The sucking and fucking's fantastic, master. But, I didn't need those three showing up here tonight, my now ex-husband and our kids..., with cameras. And master, even more disturbing, I'm told that neanderthal Ted Canfield came and took his prima donna wife outta here..." He was now nibbling on her ear, she tilted her head to give him more room. "That tickles, master." she giggled. Then continued her rant about the Canfields, "I had it all set up for her to get a couple of gang bangs tonight. One was gonna happen right there on stage. Almost had that prissy bitch off her pedestal, almost." Brian, still standing behind Nicole, cupped her breasts, whispered in her ear, "Can't win'em all, my pet. I told you and Darren early last summer that slutting Christine Canfield was a long shot at best, near impossible. She has too many around her that care too much and I knew her husband would do something about it. I'll bet that woman, Donna, the coach's assistant, helped him pull off what he did tonight. I hear that he fucked the krap outta Christine in a room up here for about two hours before he took her home." He chuckled, "I'll bet he fucked her some more once he got her home... and could be he's still fucking her. Hard too, I'll bet." Nicole pressed herself into Brian's body and tipped her head onto his shoulder, "Ummm master, I love it when you get a tight grip my big floppy tits... But yes master, you are right as always. And, I'm sure you are right about that old bitch, Donna. That not so little prick, Jason, didn't help us either." Brian tightened his grip on her breasts and nipples squashed between two fingers, she moaned. "Yes master, it's your body, use it, abuse it..." Brian kissed her on the shoulder, "I fully intend too, my pet. But yes, I fully agree with you and I guess I over did it a bit with Darren. I had programed him to bring down both Christine and Jason. I told him not to bring in Jason until we had Christine. But, he thought he could get them both at the same time." He dropped his left hand down to her pussy and inserted two fingers. Then he brought his right forearm up under her right breast and took a hold of her left breast. He then lifted her off the floor and walked them to the bed. At the bed he lowered her back to the floor. Nicole turned around in his arms to face him, "Yes master, that's what Darren told me, that he wanted to get them at the same time. He planned to get them to bring each other down. Make it a sensational affair between the coach's wife and one of the graduated players. But that bastard Jason only got in the way of really do it to her. I mean, Oh master, I wanted to see her really fucked by six or eight big cock types, a couple of times at least. Like they've done me, a big ol' cock in every hole at the same time. Then, post it on the web for all to see. I also wanted ta get Jason up my ass and get that out on the web. But, do you know what that prick would do? After about forty five minutes to an hour, he would decide that Christine was tired and had enough. So, he would gather her up in his arms and take her into the bathroom, draw her a bath and clean her up. Dress her, walk her to her car and send her home to that neanderthal husband of her's." Brian crawled onto the bed and lay on his back, "Yeah, I heard about that. I also heard that he would get her on her back and take his time fucking her pussy so Darren, Doug or the others couldn't get in her ass." Nicole moved into position to suck him up, "Yeah, he did and that wasn't all..." she said just before she went down on Brian's limp cock. Brian propped his head up with one arm and watched the black beauty suck on his white cock. He totally enjoyed using his conquest, the former high school teacher, now exwife, mother, Nicole Williams. She would fuck anybody he told her too and as often as he wanted, then ask for more. He thought back to the first time he fucked her. It was two days before his graduation from high school. Brian had found Nicole still in her classroom after school. He had been working on her for the whole school year before he finally was able to fuck her on her desk in the classroom. Then he spent the summer enslaving her. The following school year he brought his protege, Darren James in as her handler. As she came up to mount him, he thought, "It's all working out good. Dear little Nicole is all mine now. My woman, my property. Nobody's wife, she's mine. I have full dominion over her. She wouldn't be the only one, he would have more women like her. Then there was the unique research material that Nicole and Darren had developed for him. Just getting Christine Canfield to spread her legs for someone other than her husband was a study in itself. Taking more than a year to accomplish, her blackmail and subsequent seduction added to the others would make for some interesting essays and reports through out his college days. Also, the information would be helpful in his future practice. As she moved up and down on his cock, he moaned, "Oh yeah Nikki, you're just as good a fuck as you were the first time on your desk." Nicole smiled, "I like sucking you up, master. I really like it when you use my pussy and ass. So, fuck me, master. Use and abuse your little black bitch." So, he did by rolling them over ramming his cock up inside her and pounding that pussy. She moaned "Oh yes, master fuck me. Abuse that pussy, fuck it deep and hard. Oh yeah, fuck me master, fuck me good." After punishing her pussy with long, hard strokes, he then pulled out, rolled her over on her tummy and rammed his cock up her ass, balls deep. She went off again, "Oh yeah, master. Fuck that black ass, fuck it good. Oh yeah, ram that white meat into that black ass. Pound it master, pound it. Yesss, I'm cumming, Oh yesss." He hammered her black ass unmercifully and went on to finish himself. ----------------------------------------- Back at the party, Darren and Doug watched as the new white queen was returned to her throne after her first session. Darren turned to Doug, "Nikki's with Brian?" "Yeah, I got a couple o' guys ta take her up there right at eleven fifteen." The white queen now properly reinstalled on her throne, Darren said, "Good, So, our new white queen is a really good fuck.? Right?" "Oh yeah buddy, and she really likes gettin' it on with guys our age." "Good, I'm gonna take a turn with her." Darren said, then proceeded up on the stage and removed the 41 year old Rita Walker from her throne. He led her up to his room. As he passed Doug he said, "Knock on the door when my time's up. Or, if someone wants ta join me it'll extend it one session." --------------------------------------- Saturday, midmorning found Brian, Nicole, several of the frat brothers and a couple of the princesses joined for breakfast by Darren. Grabbing a cup of coffee, Darren said to Brian and Nicole, "I just talked to Jason Struthers. He says Coach Canfield is considering taking a job at a J.C. in California. Jason wants me to come down there and go with him and three other varsity players and talk to the coach. Last guy I want to talk to right now is Coach Canfield, especially the way he treated his wife last night." Darren took a sip of coffee, then continued, "Jason wants Doug there too, where is he?" Brian answered, "They'll be down in a few minutes. He slept with Rita last night." "Oh, that's who was in bed with him, she's a good fuck and comes with no baggage. Well anyway, ladies and gentlemen." Darren said as he sat down, "I have a strange feeling that we are going to wish we had never messed around with Christine Canfield and/or Jason Struthers. My grandmother, the matriarch of our family called me earlier this morning. I let it go to voice mail. She wanted me to come home today, latest tomorrow. I have the chilling feeling that my family knows about Christine. As my father would say, I think the shit is about to hit the fan." Brian leaned back in his chair, arrogantly, "Hey Darren, don't worry about a thing. I got it all under control." Darren, slowly coming to his senses, said "We'll see, Brian. We'll see soon enough." Raising from his seat, he continued, "I'm gonna get something to eat, then head out. If Doug's not up by time I'm ready to leave, tell him to get his ass down there. If he needs a ride..., get Rita to drive him. Have him call me when he is on his way." As Darren moved through the breakfast buffet Nicole had prepared, Brian said, "Jason emailed his resignation from the fraternity. Tell him it is accepted. When are you comin' back?" Darren took his seat at the table with Brian and Nicole, and answered Brian, "I should be back later in the day. Then, I'll go see what's up at home tomorrow. I told that little girl dressed like Catwoman last night to come back early in the afternoon, today. She's one hellova fuck. So, if she comes around and I'm not here, get her phone number and tell her I'll call when I get in." "Will do, Darren. OK now, you know the codes to get to Christine. Use them if it will help to control the situation." said Brian. Darren wolfed down his breakfast, pausing for a quick response to Brian's comments, "We'll see, Brian. Jason said the coach brought his wife downstairs nude, on a dog collar and leash. When Jason brought them her clothes, he had her dress without underwear. Then he hauled her outta here still on the leash. So, I really don't know what to expect at the Canfield place." With that he went on to finish his breakfast, "Okeh, I'm outta here. I'll call when I'm on the road back here." A few miles down the highway to his home town, Darren received another call from his grandmother. Failing to return her earlier call, he thought he had better answer it, "Hello, Gramma." "Where the hell have you been? Why didn't you answer my earlier call?" "We had a blow out party last night, Gramma." "Yeah Darren, we heard all about it. That's why we want your ass here, now!" "OK Gramma. But, I haveta go with Jason Struthers and talk to Coach Canfield. He wants ta move to California." "That's part of what we want ta talk to you about. OK, you take care o' that. Then you get your sorry ass home!" Click. ----------- Sunday Morning coming Down at the Frat House --------------------- About eleven thirty, after Sunday brunch, Brian rose to address his frat brothers and Nicole. Before he began, he turned to Nicole and asked, "Did Darren ever get back last night?" Nicole replied, "Not that I know of..." Doug seconded her reply, "He's not in our room. I expected him to get back late and go for a piece of Rita. But, he never showed." Brian said, "OK, so where's Rita?" Doug replied, "She's most likely in the shower right now." "It's all OK, I guess. We'll most likely hear from Darren a little later today. Anyway ladies and gentlemen, today around one thirty or two we have four coaches and the athletic director coming to hear about my proposal to tutor athletes who's grades have them at risk of getting thrown off the team. Also, we will help them in the areas of enrollment, scholarships and majors. I think we can give them the individual help our university cannot offer. The advantage to the coaches is that they won't haveta go around begging the profs. to go easy on their star players. For that we get coverage for our parties like last Friday night. Coverage that includes our queens and their court. Nikki and I will do the negotiating. Rita will be there so they can meet our queens, because they will be available to the coaches and athletic director. I will expect all of you to be available in areas where you excel. We can do research and editing. But, we will not write anything for them. That's a quick way to piss off the profs. Nikki, who will run the program, will develop a rapport with the profs so she can determine what we have to do to get an individual's grade back up to where it needs to be." One frat brother asked, "Is this open to us, too?" Brian quickly answered him, "Oh yeah, we'll get help from Nikki herself. Then I'm sure she'll provide us with a good Nikki style fuck when each session is over." They all chuckled, Nicole just smiled. Brian continued with, "OK gentlemen, any other questions, just hang around and ask. Other than that, meeting adjourned." ----------------------------------------- About one thirty, just before the coaches and athletic director arrived, Doug asked Brian if he thought they had lost Christine. Brian replied as he drew out his cellphone, "I'll bet I can call and give her the code to be here at five today and she'll do it. I think I got deep enough into her mind that she'll do what I tell her to do. Just listen for your selves..." He punched in Christine's cellphone and switched his phone to speaker. Knowing who was calling, Christine answered her phone in a very cheerful tone. Brian promptly gave her the coded message. Her answer stunned them all, "Well Brian, things have changed a bit around here. My husband has taken full possession of my body, mind, heart and soul. So you see, I would need his permission to join you and the others, today, or any time in the future. Why don't you ask him..." Before Ted Canfield came on the line, Brian closed the folding cellphone. "Well, it would appear that we grossly underestimated her husband." A few minutes later, two of the coaches arrived, followed shortly by two more coaches and the athletic director, Art Hamilton, who sat down next to Rita. He looked her up and down, then proclaimed , "Lovely, just the way I like'em." With negotiations complete, Art leaned back in his chair and asked, "Well, Nicole, did you get all that?" Nicole smiled, "Yes sir, I'll have it typed up and emailed to each of you gentlemen by tomorrow morning. Do I have everybody's email address?" "Everybody make sure she has it before you leave." said Art. He then turned to Brian and nodding toward Rita said, "I'll tellya what, Brian. Give me this lovely young lady for an hour or two and that should seal the deal." Brian turned to Rita and asked her, "You up for that?" Rita had been admiring Art all through the negotiations. A bit younger than herself, he was better than six foot tall, athletic build and Oh so good looking. Wondering how she could get Art into bed, her response could not have been quicker, "Oh sure, I mean, I'd love too, Brian. If that makes the deal. Who's room should we use?" Brian replied, "Use the one you've been sleeping in the last two nights. That cool with you Doug?" Doug just waived his hand and nodded his head, "OK." He stood up with Art and Rita and said, "I'll go up there with you. I need ta get my book bag. I have some stuff ta get done for a class tomorrow." When Doug had gathered what he needed and left the room, Art and Rita were almost undressed. When Art was down to his boxers and Rita down to her panties, he took one of her ample breasts in his hand, gripped her ass with the other hand and drew the 5' 4" woman up off her feet for a deep kiss. Unlocking their lips, he allowed her to slip back down onto her feet, "Oh my gawd, I've never had a man do that to me... Oh wow, you can do that again, if you want..." He promptly obliged her with another deep, lingering kiss. This time she not only wrapped her arms around him, she also wrapped her legs around his thighs. Without releasing their lip lock, he then walked them to the bed and tumbled them into it. She removed his boxers and he removed her panties. She was hot, wet and ready. He was up and prepared for action. Rita whispered in his ear, "Fuck me big boy, fuck my lights out." Pinned down under him, he again obliged her by ramming his cock deep inside her waiting pussy. She drew in a deep breath and let it out, "Ahhhhh, yes... Fuck me!" she breathed, meeting each of his down strokes with the rise of her hips. He rolled them over to bring her on top and played with her massive breasts while she moved up and down on his cock. Cost of Forbidden Fruit Ch. 03 "You like that cock, baby?' he asked. She gave him an approving smile. "Better than those college boys you've been fuckin'?" She laughed, but didn't stop moving up and down in his cock, "I like those young bodies. But, believe it or not, you are the first real man I've ever had. You seem ta know what you're doin' with what ya got. I've never been swept off my feet and kissed like that. I've never ridden a real man's cock while he gripped my breasts with his big hands, like you are right now..." He smiled up at her, "Oh baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet. Give me about another hour or so, then we'll talk about it." With that, Art rolled her onto her side, holding up one leg, he entered her from behind. Reaching over her shoulder he took hold of one of breasts. She moaned, "Oh yeah, that's different. Fuck me Art, fuck me good. As he brought her to a gentle orgasm, he whispered in her ear, "Ever had a cock in your ass?" Rita giggled, "No, but you can put yours there, if you want..." He went on to finish, then asked her, "You Married?" "Divorced." "How long have you been fucking these boys?" "Oh, about a month or so, since Doug got into me. Friday was my first queen experience." "Your ex never wanted in your ass?" "No, you're the first ta ask for it.. I guess everybody else has been satisfied with my month and pussy. I didn't mess around on my husband until the divorce was filed. He messed around on me. I suppose he was getting enough of other women's asses and didn't need his wife's. These college boys all seemed to be thrilled with that fact that they're getting into someone else's mother. So, they take what I give them. Like I said, no one's ever ask..."" Laying on their sides facing each other, she had one leg up between his. He ran his hand over her bountiful buttocks and whispered, "Suck it up and I'll fuck you some more. Then I'm gonna open up that fine ass of yours. I'm gonna pop your ass cherry." She rose up and on her feet she spun him around to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Dropping to her knees before him, she took his limp cock in her mouth and in no time at all had him up and ready. He then pulled out of her month, stepped around behind her, told her to grip the side of the bed. With her in a semi-doggie position, he went on to ram his cock back up into her pussy. She squealed, "Yeah lover, fuck that pussy, fuck it hard. Take me... Break me, make me yours. Fuck me where you want, when you want, as often as you want. Fuck meee." After about five minutes of long, hard, fast strokes, he pulled out. He spread her cheeks, laid the head of his hard cock up against her puckered asshole and growled, "Now, I get that ass cherry. Push toward me, Rita." he demanded as he pushed his cock into her. She screamed "Oowww, that hurts, Pleeease, nooo. Oowww, it hurts. Oowww." "Only for a little while baby, then it'll feel great." he assured her as he pushed in until his hips met her broad, pillow soft ass cheeks. He began long deep strokes, then asked "That feeling better now?" She let out a couple of groans, then began meeting his strokes by pushing toward him. "Oh yesss, lover. That feels great now, so good. Fuck that ass, fuck it hard. I love it, Oh yess, I'm cummming!" As her orgasm began to subside, he kept stroking her ass and said, "Just my cock in your ass from now on. Isn't that right, Rita? Nobody else, just mine, right Rita?" Her hands gripping the edge of the bed, she cried out, "Yes lover, it's all yours. Only your cock in my ass and pussy. Only yours..." He pounded her ass until he finished. When he had pulled out, she turned around to face him. Sitting on the floor, she rested one arm on the bed. Looking up at him, she said in a raspy tone, trying to catch her breath, "I've never been totally fucked like that... Oh my gawd, I've never been fucked by a real man before either, I guess...Wow, you're good." He stood up, towering over her and said, "You're good too, but not completely broken in yet. When I'm done with you, you'll be a complete woman, my woman! My concubine!" Rita smiled, struggled up and sat on the bed, "Sounds good ta me. Why don't we get a shower, go down ta my place and I'll cook us some supper. Then you can finish the task of making me your woman, your concubine." Both still nude, he drew her up into his arms and said, "Rita my little doll, that sounds good." Kissing her, he continued, "There are three things I want from you that I am not getting from my wife. First item is sex, second is conversation and the third is home cooking. I love my wife and I know she loves me. But, she is so caught up in caring for our kids, university society and the on-campus charity that she runs... There is just no time for us." Rita smiled and ran her fingers up and down his chest, "I can do that for you. It would seem that I've passed the test for the first item. Now, follow me down to my place and I show you some real good cooking and conversation. Plus, some more of the first item." As Doug led Art and Rita up to his room, two of the coaches stood up and said there good byes. The two other coaches agreed that they wanted to check out the black queen. Nicole smiled, directed them to her quarters and purred, "Let me put away my notes and I will join you guys in a minute or so." Finding himself alone, Brian called Magdalene Johnson. A friend and co-worker of his mother's, he had enslaved Magdalene much as he had Nicole. When the 42 year old woman answered the phone, he said, "Hi my sweets, how's the apartment?" "Oh master, I'm so glad you called. The apartment's just right, thank you. We came to a property settlement last week. Oh master, I'll be so glad when this whole divorce thing is over.." "Hang in there Maddie and I'm glad you like the apartment." said Brian, thinking, "I've been fucking you and messing with your mind for more than three years and your asshole of a husband just found out a few months ago. Then, the only answer he has is throw you and a twenty two year marriage away with a divorce." Glancing at his watch, he said, "It's about three. I thought I'd come down there and spend the night with you." "Oh yeah, that would be fantastic, master. I'll cook your favorite meal... Oh, Master?" "Yes, Maddie." She asked softly, "Will you fuck me? Fuck my pussy and my ass..?, several times?" "If you are a good girl, Maddie. Now listen carefully. I will be there in about and hour and a half. I want you to meet me at the door wearing nothing. No clothes or jewelry. Only the stud earrings that I bought for you." "Yes master, as you wish, always as you wish...And master? I'm always your good little girl." Snapping his phone shut, Brian walked toward the stairs and his room, thinking, "Submissives like Magdalene and Nicole are just to easy." Then he thought about their husbands, "Jerks, didn't know what they had, couple of fine women. Oh well, I've got'em now, totally." Climbing the stairs, he thought about Ted Canfield, "Now, there's a guy who knew what he had and wasn't about to let her go. My hat's off to you Coach Canfield. You have the guts to be one of a few." One thing Brian found interesting was how long it took for the coach to find out about it. But, then again, wasn't the coach's apparent lack of concern one of the hooks he had used to draw Christine deeper into the whole thing? Could he call it a "spell" that he had her under, or light hypnosis? Oh well, they came a lot closer than he thought they would in nailing the high flying bitch. He turned it all over in his mind and came to the conclusion that one good hour long gangbang would have done it. Then in Christine's totally fucked condition, he could have taken her into deep hypnotism. Then she would have been well on her way to joining Nicole and Magdalene as one of his possessions. Brian entered his room and posted his computer with his negotiations earlier in the afternoon. He updated Magdalene's file, changed clothes and headed out to her apartment. As he started back down the stairs he found it interesting what some people would risk losing for the just the promise of sexual satisfaction and/or some attention from the opposite sex. Cost of Forbidden Fruit Ch. 04 After returning from the Canfield's, bidding goodbye to Jason and Michelle as they returned to school, Mary asked Tom what he wanted to do. She did a half turn toward the kitchen and he pinched her on the butt. "Hey!?!" she squealed, grabbed her butt and spun around to face him, "Tom!?!" He had never done anything like that to her, before. Tom smiled big, then said, "Get that lovely ass of yours upstairs. I wanta mess around with you, stick my shaft up your love tunnel..." He stepped toward her and continued, "I'm gonna fuck the krap outta you tonight, Mary. I'm gonna fuck you before anybody else does. Then, I'm gonna make you immune, just like Ted did Chris..." Mary turned and started moving toward the stairs. Just before she reached the first stair, he pinch her on the other buttock. She squealed again, grabbed her ass and spin around to face him, "Tommieee!! What has gotten into you?!?" "I told you what I wanted to do, my love and you are just moving to slow." Mary ran up the stairs and down the hall to their bedroom, followed closely by Tom. They rolled onto the bed together and he began tickling her where he knew she was the most ticklish. Giggling and laughing to tears, she squealed "Tommieee, stop that, pleeease. Oh stop ple...Oh Tommie!!" Tom pinned his wife down on the bed, "I love you Mary, more than I can find the words to tell you." "I love you to Tom and I will until I die." "Oh my sweet Mary, I could not bear to lose you. But, I don't know if I could do to you what Ted did to bring back Chris... We just can't risk it... Let's get naked, then I'm gonna do things to your body that I've never done before. Annd, you are gonna do things to me that you've never done before." As they rose from the bed and began stripping, he asked, "Mary? How's our sex life?" "Alright, I guess... I ah... Well, maybe we could do it more often. An', ah... Ummm, we've used the same position since we've been married. Ya know, me on the bottom, you on top... But, Tommie... I love you..." she said in almost a whisper, now standing before her husband, nude. Now naked himself, Tom took his wife in his arms and pulled her close, "Alright isn't good enough any more, Mary. That's about all I can say about it. And Mary my love, that's about all Ted and Chris could say about their sex life last May. That's just not good enough. We both gotta find our sex life satisfying in its frequency and intensity. Its gotta radiate the desire we have for one another. After I've fucked the Krap outta you, I'm gonna take full possession of your mind and body. I already share your heart with our God..." Mary smiled softly, "I've never heard you use that word before." She kissed him and said ever so softly, "Are you gonna put that gold band on my finger like Chris has?" "It's the only word that describes what I'm gonna do to you, tonight. Then tomorrow, I'll take morning off and get you banded as mine. We could pass on the tattoo right now, if you don't want it..." Mary ran her fingers down her husband's cheeks and neck, "OK, my love. Do whatever you want to me, take everything you want ... I know that whatever you do to me, it's because you love me" She kissed him, then purred, "I'll take the branding, too... If you want..." Tom drew her even closer, "The world's based on sex and money now days, babe. So, OK. Ted gave me the addresses of both the jeweler and the tattoo shop where he took Chris. Ya know? I might just get a band for my right hand just to remind myself of my commitment to you." Mary sat up in the bed smiled and purred, "OK husband, if that's what you want, then fuck me... Fuck me hard and good. Take full possession of everything you want of me." She had never used the word "fuck" before, it just was not in her vocabulary. But, she was becoming very excited by the way her husband was talking and acting. So, fuck her, he did. Tom shoved a doubled pillow under Mary's hips, as Ted had instructed. Then he went on to hammer her into the wildest orgasm she had ever experienced. He then rolled them over and with her on top, a new position for them, he told her, "Ride that shaft, cowgirl. Ride it for all it's worth." After a few minutes of bouncing up and down on his a little larger than average cock, Mary squealed, "Oh yeah, Tommie. That's so good. Oh yeah, Oh, Oh, here it comes again. Ohhh yessss, Tommieee!" As she went into her orgasm, so did he. Another first for the Struthers. She rolled off to his side and they lay quietly for a few minutes. Recovering from the best sex of their marriage. Still breathing hard, she asked, "What's next?" Tom said, "Go clean yourself, then come and clean me . I'm gonna show you how to get it up and we'll do it again." When she returned, he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He motioned with his finger for her to come and get on her knees before him. When she was in place, he ordered her, "Clean it up, then suck it up!" Cleaning his limp cock, she looked up at him, wide eyed, "Tommie, I..I , you know that I've, well, I've never done that to you before... Or, anybody for that matter. I can't... I don't know how." Tom smiled at his wife, knelling before him, "I know, but you're gonna do it tonight and for now on. I've never licked your pussy, either, But after you suck it up, I'm gonna get down there and work that pussy real good..." When Mary had Tom sucked up hard and ready, he slipped his hands under her arms and lift her up. He laid her on the bed on her back, spreading her legs as far as he could. Then pushed her knees up even with her breasts. Never having done this before, He began licking her pussy everywhere until he arrived at the top and the growing lump. As soon as his tongue made contact with her clit, he heard her making sounds that he never heard from his wife as she pushed her pussy against his mouth. Her body writhed, she cried out and squealed in delight from what her husband was doing to her pussy. Mary grabbed handfuls of Tom's hair and pulled him in even tighter into her. He added two fingers, working each side of her pussy as his tongue worked the top. She screamed, "Tommieee! Oh, Oh, Ohhhh, here it comes. Oh so good. Oh, Tommie that feels so good." Both Tom and Mary were from homes that taught that oral sex was dirty and perverted. So, they never tried it. Tonight, they both found that it was fantastic foreplay and just knew that they would get better at it with practice. Tom rose up from Mary's pussy, grabbed the pillow and returned it to its proper position. He then thrust his cock into her, balls slapping her ass. She squealed and moaned, again making sounds he never heard from his wife. Not quite a "D" cup, Mary was never a large breasted woman. 34B when he married her, they were now a forty year old mother's breasts. Just enough for her husband to get a firm grip on one. As he continued to slam himself deep into her, he wrapped his left arm around her right leg and slipped his left hand under her neck. Taking a grip on her left shoulder. He then wrapped his right arm around her left leg and gripped her left breast with his right hand. Tom held her firmly in place while he pounded her pussy with fast, deep penetrating motion. Mary continued to make sounds he had never heard from her and was rocking her body up to meet his strokes. Like Christine Canfield, she was usually a quiet orgasmic and some times she didn't even get it off before he finished. However, tonight was not the usual Struthers' sex action. She whispered, "Yess Tom, fuck me, fuck your woman." and a few seconds later she went into a screaming orgasm. He finished a few minutes later. They lay facing each other, fingers roaming over each other's bodies. After about ten minutes, he said, "Let's do it again." Mary lay there looking at him thinking, "We've never done it twice in one evening, let alone three times..." The third time Tom started them in the "doggie" position, another first for them. After several minutes of long, hard strokes, Tom pulled out and leaned against the head board. Then he told Mary to mount his cock and showed her how to take a Tantric sex position. Impaled upon his cock, her feet together behind him, hands grasping his shoulders, she felt one with her husband. He took a grip on each breast and, using the words Ted gave him, he slipped her into deep hypnotism. Tom then passworded her so that no one could ever hypnotize her again and he would have easy access. He then went on to take possession of her body and mind, knowing that he already shared her heart with their God. As Ted did with Christine, Tom established two way communication between them. He fully intended to take every precaution he could to prevent Mary from falling into any trap similar to what caught Christine. After Tom and Mary had taken a shower together, they went to bed. She cuddled up close to him, lay her head on his chest and drifted off to sleep. Tom was still wide awake, thinking, "Tonight I took full possession, made my wife a cock sucker and found that her pussy tastes great. Next, I get it up her ass. Then I will definitely have it all. Nobody else will ever have a chance with her. My wife, my only lover." ------------------------------------------ A few minutes before ten, Monday morning found Ted and Christine Canfield, hand in hand, entering the high school administration building. Christine hoped that very few of the office staff would be present. They were all there and she was surprised at how many smiled then greeted her and Ted. Still, she was relieved when they were immediately ushered into the principal's office. Before she sat down, Christine handed Don Gibbs, the principal, her resignation and a copy of the letter to the state. After they were all seated, Don leaned back in his chair and read the letter of resignation. Then he read the letter to the state. He laid both letters on his desk and asked, "Did you mail the letter to the state, yet?" Ted answered him, "No Don, I have right here, stamped and ready to go." Don leaned forward in his chair, "Jason Struthers said he never let you have sex with any student under eighteen years old. That's one of the big items here. I guess the parents and the school district will be filing the charges. There's a question about where the alcohol came from. Most everything's starting to point to Nicole Williams and Darren James. So, why don't you let me have that letter to the state. I'll hold it until we get things sorted out here." A contrite Christine mentioned, "Brian Cunningham seemed to be behind it all. Then, they told me that the alcohol came from the James' liquor cabinet. That's where we went most of the time. It's where I got hooked into it." Don said, "I think we will know a whole lot more by the end of this week. So, why don't we just wait and see. The thing is Chris, we all know that you are the most well liked teacher on this campus. I mean Chris, they all love you around here. But I do agree with you Ted, I don't think it would be appropriate to allow Chris back into the classroom, right now, anyway." As Christine sat there in the principal's office, she could not help but think that things were happening fast, almost too fast. Last week she was a classroom teacher, wife, mother that was involved in sex with students. Then, Friday night she found herself offered up to a fraternity for unprotected, bareback sex. Her husband got there first and put her through twenty four hours of sexual hell doing what he called, "fucking the slut out of her." All during the ordeal, he called her a slut, whore and bitch. Treating her like a bitch in heat, to include a dog collar and leash. Then he informed her that at thirty eight years old, he had knocked her up higher than a kite. That since she was at the top of her menstrual cycle, like any bitch, she would most likely have a litter. At least two, maybe more. She felt she could not be brought much lower until her husband, with her nude, on her hands and knees, collar and leash in place, made her heel before six eighteen and nineteen year old boys. Three of which had seen her nude, but not brought to such a low point and treated so poorly. Now she found herself resigning her teaching position and prepared to give up her credentials. The cost of anything she might have derived from her sexual escapades of the last five months was already way to high. Maybe it was not too high for Nicole Williams. But, it certainly was for Christine Canfield. Nicole Williams might not mind being called a slut, whore and/or bitch, but Christine Canfield most certainly did. The Canfield's rode home in silence, with Christine thinking, "I enjoyed teaching, I love my husband and children. Why, Oh why did I get involved with them. What drew me to go when called." ----------------------------------------- As Ted held the door open for his wife to enter their car in the high school parking lot, Mary Struthers dropped her pants and panties and prepared to accept the tattooed "branding" on her right hip/buttock area . She gazed down at the fingers of both her hands spread out on the bench. On her left hand were the wedding rings that had been there for twenty four years. On her right hand was the gold band that Tom had installed that very morning. A band of possession, it was there to remind her of what was being tattooed on her hip. ----------------------------------------- Ted had taken off the whole day. So, when they returned home, as he hung up their coats in the entry closet, Christine said softly, "Fuck me, master, fuck me hard. My pussy can handle more hard fucking and I really deserve it. Ram that big thing up my ass, if you want, too. Oh m'lord, I have really messed things up. This dumb ass slut needs more fucking, hard fucking. Maybe, even another spanking." He drew her close to him and whispered, "Chrissy, you're not a dumb ass slut anymore." Then he took her by the hand and led her upstairs to their bedroom. In a stern tone, he commanded her, "Peel off those clothes!" Unbuttoning her blouse, she responded in a submissive posture, "Yes, m'lord." With their clothes off, he pushed her backward, onto the bed, placing a doubled pillow under her hips. Running his fingers over her pussy lips, he realized that his wife was wet, hot and really to be fucked. He pushed her legs as far apart as he could and before he attacked her pussy with his tongue, he said in a harsh whisper, "If there's any slut left in you, she belongs to me, my personal slut. And, yah know what, woman? I kinda like her." Christine smiled and laid back, "OK master, fuck your personal slut, like only you can." With that Ted slammed himself balls deep into her and whispered in her ear, "Maybe you do need some more hard fucking by your master." He then went on to pound his wife almost as hard as he did Friday night. After about ten minutes of hard, long, fast strokes and a wild orgasm for her, he rolled them over, "OK woman, it's time for you to do some of the work, here." He grabbed her hips and helped her bounce up and down the full length of his cock. He enjoyed watching her "D" cup mother's tits shake around on her chest. A usually quiet orgasmic, Christine squealed and moaned, then screamed, "Yes m'lord, fuck me, yesss, yesss, fuck that pussy. Fuck it hard and deep. Ohhh yessss master, fuck your woman." He exploded in her and she clasped on his chest. After they had both caught their breath, she looked up at him and purred, "I need more of that, m'lord. I've been a very naughty little girl. Maybe, you should ram that monster up my ass." With that, she slid down and sucked him up, ready for more action. "Damn, you're a fantastic cock sucker," Ted exclaimed as he again rammed his oversized cock deep into her pregnant womb. After about five minutes of full length strokes, he rolled her over on her stomach. He then drew her hips up, bringing her ass up into position to fuck. "Wait right there!" he commanded. "Oh my gawd, he's actually gonna fuck me in the ass." she thought, "He so much bigger than the boys, it will most certainly hurt a whole bunch." But, Christine remained in position as he commanded, her ass up and her head resting on her hands. Ted returned with the Vaseline and as he worked two fingers into her ass he said, "Those boys opened you up. Now, let's see if you can handle your masters cock up that well formed ass." With that he rammed his almost three inch wide cock into her ass about two inches passed the head. Christine screamed as loud as she could, "Oooww, it hurts, ooowww. Ted, it hurts so bad... Ooow, take it out, pleeease. Oh master, it hurts Ahhhhh... Pleeeease take it out...it hurrrts!! Oh master it hurts so bad, ahhhh m'lord, take it out, pleeease!!!" Ted pulled out with a "pop" sound. She rolled over onto her back. Still on his knees in the bed, he looked her over, "I'm not going to hurt your anymore over this, Christine. I can't bear to hear you scream, anymore." Eyes still glistening from the tears, she gave him that little smile he fell in love with the instant they met. She purred, "Thank you, m'lord, teddy bear." Ted ran his fingers of one hand over her body, then in a loving tone, "Chris? I would not be the man I am today if you had not been here with me all along the way. But listen to me carefully, because I am only going to say this once. If you ever let any man or boy get passed a hand shake again, I will take you some place where no one can hear you scream and ram my cock balls deep up your ass.. And Chris, if you get anymore blackmail attempts, you will bring them to me, immediately. That clear enough?" "Yes m'lord, master, it will never happen again. It is just that , Oh m'lord, my husband... I have just given up my teaching position an' I love to teach. I hurt so many people, especially you. An', an' Oh m'lord, our income is cut in half... I don't know if my family will ever forgive me... I don't know, maybe I deserve another spanking. Oh m'lord, my husband please forgive me, pleease..." The tone of her voice and the look in her eyes told him that she was a humbled woman. She had nothing else to surrender and made it clear that she would take more punishment, if he thought it was needed. For the first time in the ordeal, she had ask her husband directly to forgive her. He had learned a lot about forgiveness the day before. So, he gently ran his fingers through her hair and lovingly said, "Yes Chrissy, I forgive you. Your dad and I will fix it with your family. As for the income... Don't worry about that right now. What I want you to do is this... Go get something to clean me. Then suck it back up and we will make love to each other like we've never done it before." Christine rose up onto her knees on the bed next to him and submissively purred, "I love you m'lord, husband... I will never ever do anything to hurt you again. Thank you m'lord for loving me and doing what it took to bring me back into your loving arms. I am all yours..., until the day I die. Only you passed a hand shake, including up that nice ass as you call it, it is all yours." No matter how often she told him that she loved him, that he was the only one allowed in her anywhere, he still enjoyed hearing it. Ted lay on his back with his hands behind his head, "I love you too, Chrissy and I will until I die. You are worth much more to me than all the effort I put out to reclaim you." She smiled, gave his cock a squeeze and purred, "I'll be right back." After they had pleasured each other into complete orgasms in several positions, he rolled off her with one leg over her hips and one hand gripping one of her tits, he said, "Listen to me carefully, Chris. From this time on, we will either go out to dinner or have it here on Friday or Saturday nights. We will share with each other everything that happened in the week before, everything, Okeh? You are my best friend, Chris and I am yours. We will share everything that happens. This will be the time to discuss anything that doesn't seem right or is at all bothering either of us." Cost of Forbidden Fruit Ch. 04 "Yes m'lord. Let's begin this week..." ---------------------------- Five O'clock Wednesday afternoon found Ted in California and Christine hosting a ad hoc committee to generate enough support to keep the Canfield's at the high school. The group consisted of Donna, Don Gibbs, Tom and Mary, and Amy, Ted and Christine's daughter. They decided to on a strategy to place Donna and Christine's plan into action. It was a plan to get all the students, teachers and staff to sign a petition asking Ted to stay and pledging support for the basketball team all the way to the way to the state championship. It was decided that Don would call an assembly in the gym Thursday morning to kick off the petition drive. Tom turned to Christine and said, "Chris, you should present the plan to the students and staff." Christine's response was quick, "Oh no, not me. No, no, no, no! I couldn't do that, I can't face them. Not now, maybe later, much later. No, not now, not after what I have done..." Amy injected, "Mom? They already miss you and would like to see you back on campus. They love you and dad, too. They'll all sign if you ask them. They love you mom, you gotta be the one to ask them to sign the petition." Don added, "Chris, I've received quite a bit of phone calls, letters and emails over this issue and they are mostly in your favor and nobody wants the Canfield's to move way. Amy and Tom are right, you are the one to get this project going. Use it as an opportunity to apologize, ask their forgiveness." Donna added, "You can do this Chris. We know you can and you know you can. Remember how you handled Brian's call on Sunday." She reached over and touched Christine wrist, "You can do it, Christine." Mary in her soft gentle manner said, "We'll be there with you, Chris." Christine shook her head, "I don't know, Ted said I was to stay home until he got back." Don consoled her with, "We'll cover for you with Ted." Thursday Morning Christine, Mary and Donna stood next to a portable platform that had been assembled in the middle of the gym floor. Christine was wearing one of her "teacher's" dresses. Hemline eight inches below her knees, short sleeves, lapels, showing no cleavage. She turned to Mary and Donna, "You guys, I can't do this...They, ah... I let them down. Everything I ever held up to them as good, I've trampled. They, ahm, they don't wanta hear from me, now. Ted was right, I should have stayed home." Donna wrapped her arms around Christine, "Yes they do want to hear from you Chris. Yes they do.." Knowing what the students had planned, she said, "Just wait and see." When the gym was full, Don stepped up onto the platform, picked up the microphone and said "Good morning." The crowd roared back, "Good morning, Mister Gibbs." Don continued, "I have brought you all here this morning because we have a big problem here. Our head basketball coach, Ted Canfield is in California meeting with a Junior College, talking about leaving us. He thinks that due to this problem with his wife and Missus Williams, he doesn't have the support to take a team to the state championships. Do you want the Canfield's to leave us?" The crowd responded with a roar of, "No we don't, no we don't." Don smiled and said, "I didn't think so. That being the case, I have brought here today our local expert on Coach Canfield to explain our plan to keep him here, his wife Christine." As Christine stepped up onto the platform, the cheer leaders burst in from the side doors, followed by the varsity basketball team, dribbling basketballs. The crowd was wildly clapping and cheering for Christine. Then the cheerleaders and players brought the crowd into a chant, "Missus Cee, Missus Cee, we still love you. Missus Cee, Missus Cee, we still love you." Christine walked toward Don and raised her arms. The crowd's roar grew louder. She lowered her arms and a hush descended over the gym. Don handed the microphone to Christine. With tears running down her cheeks, she opened with "I love all of you, too. And, Oh how I love this school. But.., I went off and did something really stupid, just so stupid. I fell into one of life's traps every bit as bad as drugs or alcohol. I let you all down. Now, I paying a huge price. I was very fortunate that I have a loving husband who was not about to let me go. He reached into the deep dark pit that I was digging for myself and yanked me out of it." The crowd screamed "Yeah, Coach Canfield." When they had settled down again, Christine continued, "But, like I said before, I am paying a big price for my actions. As well I should, as very well I should. Let me tell you one thing right now, the price I am paying is way beyond anything I imagined it would be. Isn't that the way it always works. So, I have to say to all of you right now... I am so very sorry for what I have done to you and this great school. I have let all of you down and I am so profoundly sorry. From the bottom of my heart, I am so very sorry..." The cheer leaders led another chant, "We forgive you Missus Cee, and we still love you..." Bradley Dornan, a history and civics teacher strolled into the gym to join another group of teachers near the gym door, "How's it going?" Brad was a large well strung man who had played defensive line in high school and college football. Corrine Mathers, a math teacher, answered him, "Oh, she's saying she's sorry and look at them... They're buying it hook line and sinker." Corrine was not much of a looker. At 31 years old, she had never been married and personified the image of an old maid school teacher. Five foot tall, she was flat chested and had a boyish figure. However, those close to her, like Brad, knew her as one hot fucking and sucking machine. She was blessed with a tongue that, when it came in contact with a hot pussy, gave the woman one of the best orgasms of her life. Another teacher in the group commented, "Chris should be in politics." "Black queen, white queen, all B.S. That up there right now is the Teflon Queen." said an English teacher, Marilyn Winters. She continued, "I just know that none of this is going to stick to her. Look around us, they are eating up her apology like ice cream. Give it a few months and nobody will even remember that she was ever involved. It will be the Nicole Williams scandal." "Yeah and they are going to do exactly what she's asking them to do." said Corrine, "I don't know if I would believe it if I didn't see it happening myself. I think you are very right Marilyn. Come September, I bet she could walk right back into the classroom like nothing ever happened." Brad said, "I'm sure you're right, Corrine. But, I would still like to get my cock up inside that pussy after she sucked it up nice and hard. I hear her husband caught her doing that white queen bit and fucked the shit outta her right there at the frat house for two or three hours." Marilyn added, "Yeah, then I hear he brought her home and fucked her some more." Corrine, the unofficial leader of the group, turned to them, "Listen you guys, we gotta keep a low profile at least through the rest of the school year. This whole thing hits a little too close to home." Brad asked, "We are going to have our after Thanksgiving fling, aren't we?" Corrine answered, "Oh yeah, our head football coach takes off with four of his buddies for their annual hunting trip. So, his lovely wife is hosting it just like last year. It'll be held in their spacious basement, so it won't look like much is going on. All five wives will be there. We have about six couples and nine singles coming this year. It'll start at about ten on Friday and go through Sunday about four. There will be a whole lot of fucking, sucking and pussy eating going in that place. But, like I said, we have to do it quietly. Play it cool." When the crowd settled down, Christine continued, "This school has already paid part of the price for my actions by the loss of me as a classroom teacher. I don't think you need to pay anymore. The loss of my husband as your basketball coach is way to much to pay." She paused while they clapped, ""So, here's what we are going to do. We want each one of you, students, teachers, staff to sign the scrolled petitions. Then we will present them to them to him at the airport tomorrow. You can take the remaining half hour of this class period to sign the petitions. There is one for teachers and one for staff. Student petitions are broken up by the first letter of your last name. They will be here throughout the day so everybody can sign them." Christine raised one arm, "I love you all, I really do. And, thank you so very much, especially for your forgiveness." With that she handed the microphone back to Don. The cheerleaders led the crowd in another chant, "Missus Cee, Missus Cee, we love you, too." Christine stepped off the platform, into the arms of Mary then Donna and said "I couldn't have done that without knowing you two were here backing me up. Along with my husband, you two are my best friends. I promise the both of you, if you ever fall into one of life's traps like I did, I will be there for you. I will forgive you and support you in your recovery as you have helped me. I promise you I will never forget..." Friday morning at the airport. As Ted made his way to the baggage claim area, he noticed five or six large yellow school buses in front of the building. Wondering what was going on, he continued to his flight's baggage claim area, thinking, "It was just a domestic flight. Why are there so many people at the baggage claim?" Then he spotted the blue and white uniforms of his school's band, cheerleaders and basketball team. They were surrounded by other students, some teachers and other adults. As he approached them, they spotted him. The band became alive and the cheerleaders stoked up the crowd. A banner went up, "Welcome home Coach Canfield. Home to stay, we hope!" Ted allowed his carry-on bag to slip down to the floor. Looking at the spectacle in disbelief, he thought, "This has my wife, Donna and Mary written all over it. My daughter, like her mother, was most likely involved somewhere." Don stepped out to meet Ted "What's this all about, Don?" "Well Ted, Chris said that you didn't think you had the support you needed to take a team to a state championship. So, we came up with something that might just change your mind." Wrapping an arm around Ted's Shoulders, Don said, "Come on over here, Ted." As the two men walked toward the petitions, Ted asked, "Who's idea was this?" Don looked at Ted, "Who do you think?" Ted smiled and said, "The three musketeers, Chris, Donna and Mary. I'd bet anything on it." Don laughed, "Yep, it was Donna's idea, Chris gave it shape, then Mary gave it life and action. Amy was the student advisor. They got me involved more for consent than anything else. I talked to the superintendent. Her brother runs the airport. So, he got us in here." "I'm not surprised about that Don. God, I love my wife. So? What do we have here?" "Ted, we have scrolled petitions asking you to stay and pledging support for the basketball program. They are signed by purdy much the whole student body, all the teachers and staff. Even the staff at the district headquarters signed them." Astonished, Ted ran his fingers through his hair, "You're kidding." "No Ted, he's not." came a voice from behind them. It was Janice Harper, the superintendent, "I would say that you have ninety nine percent of the students and one hundred percent of the teachers and staff." she added holding out her hand for a handshake from Ted. Five cheerleaders, with one end of a petition in their hand, walked out about fifty or sixty feet to show Ted the length of the petitions. Ted reached into his briefcase and pulled out the contract from the California college and handed it to Janice. After she looked it over, she handed it to Don, and said, "Well, Ted, we sure can't match that. But, I talked to the board. We are going to bring in two recent credentialed teachers. So, we can up your salary about 40%." Don handed the contract back to Ted. He looked at it, then out at the crowd, "You know? That will have to do. I can't leave you guys." Then holding up the contract for the crowd to see, he tore it in half. The crowd went wild. Ted stepped out toward them and picked up a microphone, "OK, OK, I get the message. Let's go kick some basketball ass right up through the state championship!" The band started back up and the crowd roared. As the event wound down, three people approached the coach, "Coach Canfield?" asked the only male of the three. Ted turned to face them, "Yes... Oh, you're Mark James, Darren's father!" "Yes coach, I am. This is my wife, Sonya, Darren's mother and this is my mother, Elizabeth." Ted shook hands with them and said, "You can call me Ted." "OK Ted." Mark continued, "We would like to take you and your lovely wife out to dinner tonight. We have a car here waiting and we could swing by and pick up Missus Canfield. It would appear that we have quite a bit too talk about...." Ted looked at the three very well dressed people, then glanced out in front of the airport to see a waiting limo. "Yes Mark, we do have a lot to talk about. I'll call my wife so she'll be ready." As he brought uip Christine's cellphone number, Ted turned to Don, "Is Donna still here?" "Yes, Ted, I'm sure she is, she said she was to drive you home." Replied Don. As Christine's cellphone rang, Ted asked Don, "Could you bring her here, please?" "Sure." Don replied, then turned to find Donna. Christine answered, "Ted, m' lord, love of my life. Are you off the plane yet?" "Oh yeah, went to baggage claim and guess what I found?" Christine was laughing, "What was that, dear? They didn't loose your luggage, did they?" "Nothing that mundane, Chris and you know it. It had your name, Mary and Donna's written all over it. Then I find out that you guys got Amy involved, too." "Oh, what happened, m'lord?" "Suffice to say my dear wife, we'll be staying here. We can talk more about it tonight. Anyway my love, the James family has asked us out to dinner, tonight. So, dress in something nice and we will be by to pick you up." Christine said in a surprised almost astonished tone, "You mean Darren's parent's?" "And grandmother." replied Ted. "Oh, wow... Ummm, OK Ted. As long as you are there with me, I guess, Ahh... Ted? Things are moving a little fast for me here. Darren's parents, wow ah. They'll take us to a nice place, so I'll dress well. OK, m'lord teddy bear, I'll be ready, but I would rather hide in our bedroom. I do love you, m'lord." Christine hung up the phone feeling unprepared for anything like this. However, for a person who was usually in charge of things, she was unprepared for everything that happened since the previous Friday. With the exception of the event at the airport. "I know you do, Chrissy and I love you, too." Ted said, then closed his cellphone. Turning around he found Donna standing right behind him. "Donna, my dear. The James family has invited Chris and I out to dinner, tonight. Ah, I'd like to talk to you about something Chris said you talked to her about. .. So, why don't you go on over to the house tonight and plan to spend the weekend?" "OK Ted, I'll have the home fires burning when you and Chris get home, tonight." "OK, good. And, Donna? Thank you for standing with Chris and I through this whole mess. I really don't know if I could have done it with out you." "Thank you, Ted." Donna responded with an even greater sparkle in her eyes, "I love you both and I'm glad I could be there for you. I'll see you guys later tonight." ---------------------------------------------------- "It makes a difference, I guess..." Ted thought as they were seated immediately in one of the best restaurants in town, "...When you show up in a limo with people who are known here." He turned to his wife and held out his arm so they could follow the others together. With Christine's arm in his, he said in a low tone, "You look beautiful tonight... just radiate elegance and I personally think you have more class than any other woman in this place." Christine whispered her response, "Oh m'lord, thank you. But, aren't you spreading it in a little thick. Remember, I'm the slut wife you had to come and get at the frat house party just last Friday. The one that has been screwing a bunch o' boys for almost five months." "I love you Chris and a that mess is getting further and further behind us. Soon, it won't matter anymore. You watch..." Ted whispered as they neared the table reserved for their party. "Oh, I hope so m'lord teddy bear, I do hope so." she whispered as he pulled out a chair for her. As Christine sat down, her husband looked her over again. He was proud of his lady, his wife and was convinced that she was worth any cost of retrieval." They were seated at a large six place table with the grandmother taking one of the end seats. The two couples sat on each side of the table. After drink orders were taken, Elizabeth opened the conversation with, "I want to start off tonight by extending our family's sincere apology for what my grandson, Mark and Sonya's eldest son has done to your family, especially you, Christine. However, I want to make it clear to both of you that Darren will come to each of you in the near future with his own apology and ask for your forgiveness. You must understand that Darren as the first born male is being groomed to take over our family and its assets, which are considerable. He is the heir apparent to take over for his father, my son Mark." She paused as drinks were served. When the servers had left the table, she resumed, "It is our family's tradition that the heir apparent attend this particular university for his bachelor's degree. Then on to a more prestigious school for his M.B.A. Last week we found that Darren, after two months in college was not even doing Cee work. So, we sent in the man that runs our company that does all of our investigations, back ground checks and what have you. Saturday morning he gave us a full report on what has been happening, including the frat party last Friday night." Mark injected, "I was livid. All I could see was a possible fatal character flaw that could prevent Darren from becoming what my mother has described. Since Sunday, we have been assembling a team of twelve experts, headed by our man, John Haskins, who gave us the initial report." Elizabeth added, "These people are the best money can buy in the areas of psychology, behavior science, P.R. and intelligence. One of their goals, Christine, will be to restore your good name, your integrity. There will be some scar tissue. However, first they will separate you from the whole issue. Then, you should see about ninety eight percent restoral." She paused to take a sip of wine, "We called Darren home on Saturday and now have him on a very short leash. He is out of the fraternity, staying home. Driving to and from school. We have tutors helping get his grades back up to where they belong. A four point oh student doing one point nine work. I cannot believe it." Sonya leaned forward directly across the table, toward Christine, "When he got home Saturday, she physically kicked him in the ass. Not once, twice." she said holding up two fingers. Elizabeth smiled, "You betcha I did. The dumb ass. I cannot believe he did what he did to you or any of those other women, especially you, Christine. Then we hear that he bragged about it." Christine said, pointing a thumb at her husband, "That's right in there with him spanking me. Not that I didn't deserve it. I most certainly did." Sonya sat back and smiled, "He spanked you?!?" Christine chuckled, "Oh yeah, ten hard swats with that big ol' hand of his on my bare butt. It's been a week and my butt still aches." Cost of Forbidden Fruit Ch. 04 Ted gave them a little grin. Elizabeth leaned forward and toward Christine. Then in almost a whisper, "We hear he screwed the krap outta you too, last Friday night." Christine smiled, and in a matter of fact tone, "Oh yeah. My dear husband, whom I love so very much, put me through almost twenty four hours of pure hell on earth. To use a word we have never used in our household before this happened, he fucked the slut right outta me. But, you know what? We're both feeling much better, now." Elizabeth roared with laughter, Sonya gave Christine and Ted a big smile and Mark said, "Well, I'm glad the two of you are feeling better about this sordid affair." He leaned forward, "OK now, I'm going to tell you something that must stay between us here at this table and the members of our team. But, first let me say this, John came to the conclusion on Sunday that the master mind behind all of this is a student at the university named Brian Cunningham." The waiter came to take their order. When he had finished Mark continued, "Now, what I'm going to say must definitely stay between us., OK?" With an affirmative response from the others, Mark continued, "Monday, while Brian was in class, three members of our team entered his room. They took his computer, back up disks and hand written notes. They also found a hand written diary." Ted sat back in his chair to absorb what he had just heard. Christine said, "That's got to be some interesting stuff." "So far, very interesting," said Mark, "The team hasn't fully digested all of it yet. However, enough that we wanted to get together with the two of you and tell you what we have found. At this time it is very clear that this guy is no dummy. He carried a four point two grade average in high school and up to now he his maintained a four point oh in college. Also, we find that our Mister Cunningham got much of his general education requirements at the Junior college while he was in high school. So, now he might graduate with a bachelor's degree next June, after only three years at the university." Christine injected, "He was valedictorian of his high school class. One thing he used quite often was that we were all above reproach. Sports stars that carried high grade point averages like Darren. Or myself, a well thought of teacher who's husband is a winning coach. He kept telling us that if we did get caught nothing much would happen. He didn't know my husband..." "Yes you are right there. He mentions that premise quite a bit in his notes.." said Mark, "He wrote that to him this was all a series of psychological and behavioral experiments using real people who had a lot to lose." Christine shook her head side to side, "I should have seen through it all. I was the one that should have said to at least to Jason, 'let's get outta here and never come back.' Wow, you know, I've had mixed feelings about it all. I've been made to feel like a whore, slut and bitch because I acted like one. Then I've laid awake at night thinking that I also felt like a damsel in distress that was rescued by my husband, my white knight on his white stead. He came and snatched me away from the evil villain." That drew smiles from both Elizabeth and Sonya. Christine continued, "But, from what you have said, Mark and what I know already, well.., now I can't help but feel like a lab rat. If he doesn't already, I'll bet Darren will feel that way too, soon enough." Elizabeth spoke up, "Oh, I'm sure he will, like I said before, we have him on a short leash. I'm sure that very realization has come to him. Then, very shortly, he will feel very much like a caged lab animal of some sort. Anyhow, during the later part of next week you two will be contacted to set up a meeting with three members of our team. At that time they will go over every thing we know. Annd Christine, they will be able to tell you exactly how you were sucked into the whole thing and why you didn't do anything about it." She sat back in her chair and brought her glass of wine up in toast style toward Christine, "So, on a lighter note, the P.R. man that will be in charge of restoring your reputation was there in the gym Thursday. He said that you have really made it easy on him. He told us that what you said was short, sweet and yielded maximum results. That it was a P.R. man's dream. He felt that the cheerleaders and basketball players were a nice touch." Christine smiled, "That was Donna Hansen's doing, with help from Mary Struthers. So, what will happen to Darren, now?" Elizabeth gave Christine a devious smile, "Oh, let me tell you something about that. My dear grandson has one mighty long role to hoe by himself. What your husband did to you in twenty four hours, our team will take months. However, there is always an up side to these things. I am quite sure that Darren will come out of it the much stronger leader. Also, he will learn how to be the user in a positive manner, not the used in a negative manner." ------------------------------------ Ted, Christine, Amy and Donna sat by the fireplace at the Canfield home talking about the last seven days. After thirty or forty minutes of discussion, Donna changed the subject, "Ted? I have something I want to talk to you about. Ummm, I've already talked to Chris and Amy about it and got a positive response. Ahm, I well... Ted, you awakened something in me last Friday. Ummm, like I said last Saturday evening, it was some of the best sex I've ever had..." She paused, Ted just listened, making no comment. Donna continued, "I'm going to retire at the end of the spring semester. But, ahhh, ummm, I would like to move in here where I am staying now. That way I could help Chris in her pregnancy and after the birth. I ahhh, wow, how do I put this... Ted, I would like to get it on with you, I ah, I don't know, maybe three or four times a month. You are the only man I know that I would even consider asking.. I mean, in many ways you have been like a stand in husband for me since Brad's death and my children are spread all over the world... Ahhh, I could help with the expenses... Ah Ted? What ah, what do you think?" Ted sat looking at Donna a little stunned and somewhat flattered. In a certain way, he loved this woman and wanted her to be happy. She was always there when he needed her. Whether it be some friendly advice, or just a bottle of Gaterade when a game wasn't going very well. He turned to his wife, "Chris?" Christine looked right at her husband, "Well, I haven't been pregnant for a long time, I'm sure I could use the help. As for Donna and you getting it on together... Well, I just don't think that I'm in much of a position, at this time, to say yes or no." Ted turned to his daughter, "Amy?" Amy thought about it for a few moments, "Ummm, well dad, I like Donna. So, I see no problem. I know you love mom and she loves you. Your love for one another has been tested over this last week and found to hold strong. So, I'm for it. Besides, I'm off to M.I.T. next August." Donna said, "There are several good websites on polygamy. Chris and I looked over a couple of them. I ordered a novel titled Collector of Broken Wives. One reviewer said it reads like a how to book on polygamy." Ted chuckled, "That's interesting, a manual on how to do polygamy. Well, tell ya what, let's sleep on it. Tomorrow at breakfast we'll talk... Ahhh, Donna? Listen, you are the only woman on the face of this earth with whom I would even consider doing something like this..." As they stood up to make their way to bed, Donna said, "I know Ted and thank you for even considering it. Also Ted, Chris told me what she has given up, totally given up to you and what that band on her right hand means. I would give you the same and to the same extent. I'll take the banding and branding, too." In the master bedroom, Ted asked Christine again, "Are you alright with Donna's proposal?" "Ted m'lord, my husband, my master, today I have a much greater respect for you and trust in your judgement than ever before. I love you more than I ever thought a woman could love a man. I am now your woman, one hundred percent. If you wish to add another woman, then that is entirely your decision to make. I can only say that I am very happy that the other woman is one of my very best friends... Annd m'lord, I am so very happy that you have chosen to keep me as your wife!" Cost of Forbidden Fruit Ch. 05 Sorry this last chapter has been so long in coming. Keeping the family business going in Mr. Obama's economy has not been easy. * Monday morning after the infamous Halloween party, Brian Cunningham left his last class of the morning and headed toward the frat house for lunch. Walking across the quad, he heard a mature female voice from behind. Turning toward her, he found a well dressed thirty something woman who asked "Brian Cunningham?" He recognized her from the Registrar's office. "Yes ma'am. What can I do for you?" "Well, Brian, can I call you Brian?" Looking her over, he thought, "Cute, hot bod. You can call me anything if it'll get me somewhere with you." But, he just answered, "Sure." "Good, my name is Constance Wheeler. You can call me Connie. I'm the current leader of a totally unauthorized group here on campus we call the Hot University Women. We are part of what has become a nationwide, unrecognized sorority, better known as the Campus Cougars." "OK, that sounds like an intriguing organization. What do you want with me?" "Well, one of our members is the wife of one of the coaches that met with you yesterday. So, we know all about your deal with the coaches and the athletic director. We think that we could develop some mutual benefit from some kind of joint venture between your fraternity and our organization." "Ah yeah, it's possible. What did you have in mind?" "Well one of our affiliates on a campus in California held an MILF auction. It was a joint venture with one of the fraternities. They each made enough to pay for a half dozen parties like you had on Halloween." "Oh OK, now you are really beginning to intrigue me. Would you like to get together and talk more about it?" "Yes Brian, we would like that. Tonight OK? About eight at that Denny's out on the Interstate." "Yeah, that'll work. I'll even bring our resident MILF, Nicole Williams." "Oh, your black queen. We hear that Art Hamilton has laid claim to your white queen. We may have a couple of candidates for her replacement. Anyway, we'll see you at eight, Denny's." Brian walked back to the frat house with a spring in his step. He could not believe his luck. He had been anxious to get into the psychology of these two areas of his "Womens Studies," the cougar phenomena and the MILFs "Mom's I'd Like to Fuck." The first thirty something woman he ever had was a cougar. Very much the neophyte himself, it was hard to tell who was seducing who. Although, he did learn quite a bit from their encounters. Upon entering the frat house, Brian thought about Darren James. "I hope he'll get a hold of me today and let me know what's going on," he thought as he bounded up the stairs and down the hall toward his room. He wanted to book the meeting with Connie Wheeler and open a computer file on the Campus Cougars. As he approached his room he noticed that the door was ajar. Slowly, he pushed it open, finding his room a mess. Stepping inside, he noticed immediately that although the keyboard, monitor and mouse were still in place, his computer was gone. He went to where he thought was a secure hiding place for his back up disks and videos, CD's, DVDs and some three and a half inch floppy disks full of text. They were also gone. With panic beginning to set-in, he went to the large, locked desk drawer that held his diary and extensive, hand written notes. He found the drawer unlocked and empty. "Nooo." he screamed, "Nooo, this can't be happening, Nooo... Nicole!!! Nicole!!!" he shouted, running down the hall, almost stumbling on the stairs. Running toward her office, he continued to scream "Nicole?!? "Who's been here this morning? Nicole??" Not finding her in his office, Brian called Nick Chambers, the coach that had been helping Brian bring it all together. "Hey Nick, Brian here. Hey ah, you would know anything about somebody taking my computer would you?" "No Brian, I don't. Have you called the campus cops?" "No, not yet. Ah Nick? They only took my computer and back-up disks. Ah, they left the monitor, keyboard, mouse and other peripherals. So, I don't think it was a simple theft." "Yeah, that sounds like there is certainly more to it. Look Brian, I'll call a friend of mine in the campus cops and make some other calls to see if I can find out what's going on here. I'll talk to you later today, or in the morning." "I really appreciate it, Nick. Oh, another thing. What do you know about the Campus Cougars?" Nick chuckled, "I guess Connie spoke to you, huh?" "Yep, she wants to get together with Nicole and I, tonight." "Well, I'm sure she told you that they are totally unauthorized. But, as far as I know, they're a straight up group. They're just some mature women that wanta get it on with younger guys, simple as that. I can tell ya this about'em, they do like ta fuck and they prefer jocks. That includes us coaches. Also Brian, keep this in mind, there are a couple of the members that are bi-sexual. I know they would really like to get it on with either or both of your queens and the princesses." "Oh, OK, nice to know Nick, thank you. Anyway, the loss of that stuff is a major disaster for me. I'd like to get it back, or at least know why they took it." "I'll see what I can do for you, Brian. Talk to you later." "Thanks Nick.." A couple of minutes after Brian ended the call, Nicole entered her office, "Nikki, where ya been?" "Oh, hi Brian. A man and his son came in to talk about transferring the son's membership from another chapter. He will be registering here for the spring semester. I looked up the national policy on transfers, downloaded the forms they need, then took them over to the Admin. Building. Then I ran into a lady that works in scholarships that Coach Chambers has spoken to about our deal. She and I are meeting for breakfast tomorrow. Isn't that great?" "Yeah it is... Ah, Nikki? Were you in your office this morning until you took them to the admin. building?" "Yes, they called first. So, I had them come to the back door. Because, I can't hear anyone knocking on the front door, Why?" Suspecting that the man and his son were connected to the theft, an agitated Brian said, "Somebody stole my computer, back up and video disks!" Nobody knew about his handwritten notes. So, he was not about to mention them, even to Nicole. "Oh my gawd, when?" asked a stunned Nicole. She had watched most all of his videos, seeing herself willingly taken by high school students as young as sixteen. "It had ta be this morning, sometime. It was there when I left for class.. Damn, I shoulda kept those disks somewhere else. Those video disks have all you women getting done in every hole by students. That asshole Jason kept anybody underage outta Christine. But, you and Maddie, shit..." Then it dawned on him that his notes had names and ages of all the students and adults that participated through out last summer and the summer before. His notes also had his formula for spiking the wine to its max without significantly changing the taste. A major factor in the attempt to make a slut of Christine. They also contained the method used to re-cork the bottle and make it look like it had never been opened. So, not to further upset Nicole, he changed the subject to the meeting that evening with the Campus Cougars. Still, in the back of his mind, he was trying to think of who it might be that took what they did. Just when it all seemed to be coming together, the very foundation had been yanked out from under him. It crossed his mind that Darren had copies of the videos. Then he realized that the same people that took his set most likely already have Darren's. However, for Brian, the worst was yet to come. He would soon find out the who and the why of the theft. It would hit him like a wet rag up side the head and he would be forced to give up Magdalene and Nicole. As he mulled it all over in his mind, he thought about the website. He was preparing it to be offered out to an exclusive clientele as a rare and exciting amateur porn site. He anticipated that it would pay for his graduate studies. He realized that he could remake all his videos from the site, "Nikki? Open your computer and get online. Then go to the website.." Into Firefox, Nicole clicked on the site in the tool bar, it didn't come up. she immediately tried placing its location in the address bar. It still did not come up. "Oh shit... What the hell is going on? What the hell is going on here? I can't believe this. Try it again..." Nicole tried it again, "Brian? It's just not there anymore." "Shit, damn it, this can't be happening. Wait a minute... Darren might still have copies of the videos." Brian brought up Darren's phone number on his cellphone speed dial and hit the send button. It rang once, then went to voice mail. He left a message, "Hey buddy, Brian here. Give me a call." Friday - Late morning. Brian arrived at the frat house a little after eleven for lunch. Nicole was the only person there when he arrived. She had prepared sandwiches for them. "Thanks Nikki, this sandwich is very good. Just the way I like it. Did you hear anymore about that whole thing with Christine, yesterday?" "Oh yeah, I talked to Marilyn Winters again, today. She calls Christine the Teflon queen. She said that just like she thought, none of this is gonna stick. She told me that they were about to start filling buses with anybody that wanted to go to the airport and be part of the presentation of the scrolled petitions to Ted Canfield, asking him to stay. She reiterated how they all ate up Christine's speech yesterday, fully accepting her apology. She also said that someone is turning the whole thing into the Brian Cunningham, Nicole Williams scandal. That Darren, Doug and Jason are being dropped, too." "Damn it." Brian exclaimed. "I wish I could figure out what's happening here." Taking the last bite of his sandwich, he washed it down with the remainder of the beer in his glass. "Just when I thought we had it all together... Damn, just so frustrating..." "Yes, I know, master. and I know you'll find a solution... Would you like your ebony queen to siphon off some of your frustration..?" Brian looked into the eyes of Nicole. He virtually owned everything there was to possess about this woman. However, he had to admit that she held his heart, Brian loved Nicole. More than any other woman or girl that he had ever known. He glanced at his watch, "I'll be a little late to my next class, but that's something only you can do, Nikki. I'll lock the front door and meet you in your room." Entering Nicole's room, Brian found that she had shed all her clothes and was on her knees waiting to suck him up, ready for action. He kicked off his shoes and stood in front of her. As he pulled off his sweat shirt, she pulled down his pants and underwear. He then watched a site that in itself turned him on, his white cock parting her black lips and disappearing into her month. He moaned, "Oh Nikki, Nikki, you sure do know how to make my cock stand up and salute..." Allowing Nicole to work his cock for a few more minutes, Brian then lifted her up and onto the bed, facing the ceiling. He doubled a pillow and shoved it under her hips, then plunged into her, balls deep. Resting his upper body on his elbows, they french kissed. Ending their kiss, he began long, slow, deep strokes and whispered in her ear, "I love you, Nicole and I always will love you." Sixteen years older than Brian, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and whispered, "I love you too, Brian, my master, my everything." During their brief period of deep sexual intercourse, the world outside of her room did not exist for Brian or Nicole. However, that world was in fact still there and would soon come crashing down upon them. With Nicole remaining sprawled out naked on the bed, Brian emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. He gave one of her breasts a gentle squeeze and running his fingers of one hand over her tummy toward her legs said, "That was fantastic and very relaxing. My last class has been canceled. So, I should be back here by three or shortly thereafter. Meet me in my room and we'll do it again." Nicole blew him a kiss, "Ummm, yes master." Unbeknownst to either Nicole or Brian, the Marc James' team had bugged the frat house. Therefore, they were well aware of Brian and Nicole's conversations, their goings and comings. At two fifty in that afternoon, Brian entered the frat house and found Nicole still in her office. A few minutes later two men and a woman entered the frat house. They were John Haskins, the James' team leader and two of the team's psychologists. The three people entered Nicole's office almost on the heels of Brian. John opened with, "Nicole Williams and Brian Cunningham. Just the two people we are here to see. And, it looks like we are here before any other of your fraternity brothers have arrived." Nicole started to say something, recognizing John as the man who brought his son in Monday. John held up one finger toward her, "Nicole knows me as John Sinclair. Let me introduce myself for real. I'm John Haskins, leader of the team that Marc James, Darren's father, has assembled to get to the bottom of this whole mess you've created." Turning to the two others with him, John continued, "This is Doctor Rebecca Malloy and Doctor Herbert Meyers. Both are psychologist and members of the team." Brian shock hands with the two men, then turned to the woman, "Doctor Malloy, I am very please to meet you. I have read quite a bit of your work." Dr. Malloy smiled and responded, "I thought you had read some of my work. I have read all of your work and watched all of your videos. Considering your age and education, I'm impressed." "Thank you doctor..." Brian replied. John said, "The first reason we are here is to inform you that charges of statutory rape have been filed against you, Nicole. Magdalene Johnson was arrested at home this morning, before she left for work. She has taken it very hard. They tell me she was quite hysterical. That her estranged husband had to come to settle her down and get her to stop crying. He promised to suspend their divorce and get her an attorney. She could get prison time, so could you, Nicole." Nicole shot up out of her desk chair, a panicked look on her face, "Your saying that there is a warrant for my arrest and I could go to prison!?!" "Yes ma'am, that's exactly what I am saying." replied John, "You are not as fortunate as Missus Johnson, your estranged husband is cooperating fully with the police, down there. He told them where he thought you were living, right here. The only question is, will the police there come here to arrest you, send the warrant to the police in this town, or have the campus police arrest and hold you for them? However it does go down, it will happen later today, tonight or tomorrow..." Nicole threw herself into Brian's arms. "Brian! I don't want to go to jail. You said that if anybody ever found out, we would just get a slap on the wrist. Brian, pleease help me. It wasn't supposed to be like this..." Brian wrapped his arms around his "Black Beauty," and said, "I didn't plan on anybody getting ahold of my computer videos or my notes... I'm sorry, my love, I didn't intend for any of this to happen. I love you, Nikki." Tears rolled down Nicole's cheeks, "I love you too..." John Haskins had grown up in an ethnically mixed, lower middle class neighborhood in Los Angeles, California. A white kid with reddish blond hair, he learned self preservation very quickly. Also, he learned that if he really wanted something, he had to be prepared to take it away from someone else. John wanted Nicole. He wanted her to the same extent Brian had described his hold on her in his notes. John knew he had both of them in a position where they had no choice but to give him what he wanted. According to Nicole, prison was not an option. John took a step toward Brian and Nicole, "Nicole? They have charged you with eight counts, right now. There will be more after they talk to more of the parents of the underage boys involved. If arrested, you will definitely get prison time... Five, maybe ten years, or more.." Then turning to Brian, "And you, my boy. That puts the ball in your court. You can keep Nicole here where they know she is staying. Where she will be arrested and sent to prison. Or, you can send her away with me. You'll never see her again, but I promise I will keep her out of prison. Also, I will take good care of her." John was not about to let such a prime example of exquisite ebony beauty go to prison. She would only be wasted by the guards and inmates. "Brian, Nicole, don't even think about running. There's no place to hide and it would be all down hill." Nicole still in Brian's arms, asked, "What do you want me to do..." John cracked a little "victory" smile, then answered, "Pack every thing you really want to keep into your car. Then Brian? I want you to convey Nicole entirely over to me. Whatever you have to do, I want her to the same extent that you describe in your notes and on your computer." Nicole went to her room and started packing. Most everything she owned was still in boxes, so it would not take much effort. Brian asked John, "What will you do with her?" "She will become my housekeeper and in-house assistant. Her body will be available to my son and I anytime we want it. I will expect to possess her total loyalty, devotion and yes, her undying love." Brian paced around, nervously, then said, "OK well, sounds like she'll be OK with you. I want you to know that I love that woman and it hurts to let her go. But, it would appear to be the right thing to do... Ah, what about me?" John cracked another little smile, "That Mister Cunningham is why our two doctors are here. I'll go help Nicole pack, while they let you know what Mr. James has in store for you." "OK, ah, can I have Nicole one more time, sexually. It'll make it a lot easier to take her under hypnosis so I can make the transfer. I've never done this before, didn't think I would ever have too, but anyway, I think I can do it in one session." Dr. Malloy injected, "Give me any passwords or key words you have embedded and I'll make any adjustments needed. I will be in charge of installing her new identity." "OK ah, all those are in my notes." Brian stammered nervously, "She will be alright? Won't she?" Dr. Meyers answered Brian, "Oh yes, she'll be fine. Mister Haskins was quite taken with her on Monday. Then after watching her videos, commented and I quote, 'Good looking woman and a real charmer. But man, can she suck and fuck. I gotta have her.' Then when he heard about the warrant for her arrest this morning, he told us that he was coming up here with us. That he wanted to get Nicole before she was arrested. She is to be his for the remainder of her life. Rest assured Mister Cunningham, he will take good care of her." "Well, OK, what do you want with me?" Dr. Malloy replied to Brian's question, "Apparently there are some criminal and civil issues within your material incriminating you. At the very least, creating substantial civil liabilities for you. Mister James has caused the particular material to be withheld until he has had a chance to talk to you. It would appear that he has an offer that will keep you in school and out of prison. So, we are to accompany you to the James estate. Mister James would like us to bring you up there today. Do you have a vice president that can take over for you until Sunday, at the latest?" "Yes ma'am, we do. He should be in class right now. I'll text him and explain what he needs to do in my absence." "Good, Mister Cunningham." responded Dr. Malloy. Brian drew out his cellphone and opened it into text mode, "Ah, tell me something, Doctor Malloy... Ah, what one thing do you think I did wrong to bring this all down around us?" Cost of Forbidden Fruit Ch. 05 Dr. Malloy sat back in her chair. It flattered her a bit that he would ask such a question of her, "After reviewing your material, including the videos, watching what happened in the high school gym yesterday, then at the airport today, I'd say that you should have never, in any way, involved Christine Canfield in what you were doing. Annd Mister Cunningham, certainly not up on that stage in that queen thing. At least what I've been told about it. Granted Mister James has hired all of us. However, the high school is now leading the charge, with their district's support. Christine is their all around favorite." As Brian completed his text message, Dr. Meyers injected, "Darren James was another that you should have left alone. Do you realize, Mister Cunningham, that the James family is worth just short of a half billion dollars. That Darren is being groomed top take his father's place in about fifteen or twenty years from now. However, that is not an awfully long time to prepare to assume the top leadership position in a family empire like theirs." Dr. Malloy continued, "I agree, however, as far as the adults on that high school campus are concerned, Christine was the last one you should have chosen. Dr. Meyers and I are meeting with both Mister and Missus Canfield next Wednesday afternoon. I think I will be able to verify all of my conclusions and confirm all my suppositions at that time. You should know that three members of our team are seasoned experts in P.R. and damage control. That the elder Missus James has them, as we speak, sparing no expense to do what is necessary to withdraw Christine from this scandal and restore her integrity, her good name. It will very soon become the Brian Cunningham, Nicole Williams scandal. Mister James, Mister Reilly and Mister Struthers will be deleted also. I would not be surprised if by early summer, Christine is asked to return to the classroom in September. I fully agree with your conclusions about Magdalene Johnson and Nicole being submissive and you drew that out of them very skillfully. However Mister Cunningham, I do not agree with your conclusion that Christine is also a submissive. I believe that next Wednesday we will verify what we already surmise, that she is a form of passive aggressive. You did draw out a dark side of her that allowed her to passively cooperate. However, we have now seen how little time and effort it took to push that dark side back latent. That is considering how much time you, Nicole and Darren put in trying to make her a slut." Dr. Malloy noticed that John and Nicole were returning. So, she wrapped up her comments with, "A couple of things to bear in mind, Mister Cunningham. When she and I meet one on one, I'm sure I will find that at this point, she blames you and Nicole for everything that has happened to her over these last five months. To include the discipline she endured from her husband. What I have found about this type of passive-aggressive is that they can be quite vindictive. Subconsciously, she will want to get even and I doubt anyone will blame her if and when she does. May I ask why you choose Christine?" Brian thought about her question for a few moments, "Doctor? If there was a beauty contest of the adult females held on that campus last year, Christine would win, no doubt about it. Nicole would come in second. When they chose as Teacher of the Year, Nicole was her runner-up. They have placed Christine on a pedestal and we, well Nicole wanted to pull her down off of it. Additionally, I saw the potential for some fantastic research material." Dr. Malloy shook her head side to side, then said, "Jealousy and envy is what brought the two of you down. Also, for your part, not having the skills to properly read your target." As John and Nicole approached their table, a defeated Brian conceded, "OK, I understand. As far as her passive aggressive nature is concerned. I guess it is best that Nicole goes with Mister Haskins..." Thinking that he might make a deal with Marc James to keep Christine away from him. John took a seat and said, "OK Brian, Nicole's car is packed and ready. It's time to make the transfer of ownership." With her eyes cast down to the floor, Nicole shuck her head, "I'm sorry you guys... I know you all must think I'm some slutty bitch... But, ah, this all still hurts. I feel like some item being bought and sold. Like a used car... Ummm..." Brian Jumped up to his feet and wrapped his arms around Nicole, "No Nikki, it's not like that at all, I love you and I see this as all my fault... I'm doing this to keep you outta jail. I love you Nikki and I feel so responsible... But ah, well this is the only way..." He turned to John with one arm still around Nicole and said, "Here's my cellphone. Let me have yours. When I have her ready to transfer, I will call you." With John's cellphone on one hand, Brian took one of Nicole's hands in his free hand and led her back into her room. Removing his clothes, Brian said, "This is our last time together. Let's make it good. Better than good, let's make it great." ---------------------- The following Monday morning at the Canfield residence Christine watched as both her husband and daughter, in separate cars, backed out of the driveway and headed of to school. The same high school where Christine, until the previous Monday, was a teacher. She slowly closed the door and sauntered up to the master bedroom. As she climbed the stairs, she thought, "Well, there appears to be some up side to this whole mess, our sex life is fantastic." Her thoughts then turned back to how they both had awaken before five this morning and spent this next half hour making love, ending in some great sex. Entering her bedroom, just the thought of their early morning encounter brought a smile to her face. Hanging up her robe, she decided that instead of a shower, she had the time now, it would be a bath, a bubble bath. Drawing her bath, she remembered that a hot bath was just the thing for that nauseous feeling she had almost forgotten, morning sickness. Almost an hour later, Christine descended the stairs wearing a simple house dress with three quarter sleeves, hemline about six inches off the floor, she felt like a housewife of another era. At the bottom of the stairs, she said to herself, out loud, "Well Chris, you are now a stay home mom, a housewife. Nothing wrong with that. It's just that, well, what do housewives do on Mondays? Maybe I should call Mary Struthers." Then she remembered, "Mary cleans house on Mondays." She looked around, "It does seem to need it, but I guess I'll clean it anyway." A little after three in the afternoon, Amy returned home from school, "Hey mom, How ya doin'?" "Hi Amy, how am I doing? I really don't know... Not the slightest idea. I started the day with a bubble bath, then cleaned the house. It didn't seem to need it, but I remember Mary Struthers telling me that on Mondays, she clean her house. So, then I made some lunch and watched a couple of soap operas. After that, I took a nap, just woke up about ten minutes ago." An amused Amy asked, "You gonna call Mary and ask her what she does for the rest of the week?" "Don't push it young lady. But well, thinking about it, yeah, I might just call Mary. Maybe we can get together for lunch and I can learn all about being a stay home mom and housewife. Maybe I'll talk to your father about allowing Donna to join us for a long lunch." "Sounds like a good idea to me. Do it weekly on Wednesdays. That way you'll break up the week. Ah, mom? We have a science project that has to be presented on Friday. My group wants to get together over at Don Taylor's house today for a couple of hours. We need to tie up a couple of loose ends. I'll be back by supper, it's around seven, right?" Christine sat twirling her coffee cup as she heard Amy say, "Bye mom." and the front door close. She continued twirling her cup, thinking, "I'd sure like to be sucking on my husband's cock right now so he could shove the monster deep inside of me. Wrap his big hands around my tits and just fuck the crap outta his slut... Oh God, why am I thinking like this? I never did before I became involved with those boys. Did I develop some sort of addiction messing around with them? Well, if I did, I am now addicted to my husband's cock and right now, once a day just doesn't seem like enough." Then, she remembered that the two psychologists were coming on Wednesday afternoon. She would bring it up to them. Glancing at her watch, Christine realized that her husband would be home in about an hour. She decided that she would greet him today, not as a housewife, maybe tomorrow for that, today, she would greet him as his personal slut. She dashed upstairs, stripped and jumped into the shower. As the water beat on her back and ran over her shoulders, she held up both hands. Gazing at her left hand she said emphatically, "Yes, m'lord teddy bear, I'm your wife. Annd m'lord, you have made sure I will never again forget it!" Turning to her right hand and again stating emphatically, "Yes Master Theodore, I am your total possession. One hundred percent possession until I die!" Out of the shower, dry and feeling great, Christine slipped on only her sexiest robe. One that barely covered her butt. After liberally applying his favorite perfume, she wrapped the robe's cord around her waist and hustled, barefoot, downstairs to the entry closet. Reaching into the left front corner, her fingers grasp exactly what she was seeking. The collar and leash that her husband had placed on her at the frat house. With the collar in place, she snapped the leash on the collar's ring. Then, went to the door out to the garage and waited. A few minutes later, she heard the garage door open, her husband car enter and stop. Pushing her robe off her shoulders, she took the grip end of the leash in her right hand. Ted stepped into the house, she handed him the leash and purred as silky as a kitten, "Good afternoon, master. Your slut is so very happy to have you home." Ted looked over his wife. Sat his briefcase down and laid his coat over it. Straightening up, he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a deep kiss. When their lips parted, he whispered "You've gotta be the sexiest woman I've ever seen. You smell good, too. I want you to know, madam, that you have been on my mind all day long." She smiled and purred, "Ooh? Pray tell m'lord, why?" He took the leash from her and said, "After I have ravished that beautiful, sexy body, I'll tell you why. Where's Amy?" Her arms still wrapped around him, she replied in almost a whisper, "She came home and told me that she was meeting with a group to finish a science project. She'll be back for supper around seven." "Hummm, that's great. We have a lot of time to enjoy each other's body." With that he led her upstairs. As they reached the top, he asked, "How 'bout we start with some sixty nine?" Ted's wife of twenty years answered him with, "As you wish m'lord. As my branding dictates, I am all yours to do with as you wish." After pleasuring each other, Ted shoved a doubled pillow under Christine's hips, spread her legs and rammed his nine inch cock, balls deep, into her wet and waiting pussy. Resting his upper body on his elbows, he laced his fingers into the hair on top of her head. He then pulled about half way out and began slow, gentle, consistent strokes. Christine looked up at her husband and purred, "Humm m'lord teddy bear, that feels so good, so very good. Fuck your slut, m'lord. Fuck her good." Ted smiled down at her and gave her a kiss, "Your not a slut anymore Chris... You are and always will be my oh so beautiful, sexy wife, mother of our children. We all love you, Chrissy..." Tightening her vaginal muscles around Ted's thrusting cock, Christine smiled, "Annd, I love you guys, to include those cooking inside me right now." With Ted stroking her deeply, she floated up to the pinnacle of an orgasm. Then, when she had glided back down to earth, he rolled them over, placing her on top. She drew her body up until he almost popped out, then she slid down slowly, to the base of his shaft. Rocking between a kiss and bottoming out on her husband's cock, it didn't take Christine long to enter into another orgasm and Ted to blow his load. Christine collapsed onto Ted's chest. Both breathing heavy, he ran his fingers up and down her back. Once they had caught their breath he whispered, "Annd, what m'lady prompted such a grand welcome home?" Bringing her hands up onto his chest, she made fists and stacked one on top of the other. Resting her chin on her hands she purred, Oh m'lord, I cleaned the house today, even where it didn't need it. Then I caught a couple of soap operas on TV and then took a nap. I woke up and made a pot of coffee just before Amy got home. After she came and went, I sat there at the kitchen table realizing that in about an hour you'd be home. That thought really turned me on. Sooo, I hustled upstairs into the shower. Then I made myself smell good for you. Threw on my robe and found the collar and leash." Continuing to run his fingers up and down her back, he said in little more than a whisper, "Chris? I don't think we need that collar and leash anymore. Like I said earlier, you are not a slut or bitch any longer." Christine gave her husband a kiss, "You're most likely right about that, thank you, m'lord." She paused for a few moments to enjoy his fingers on her back and the last few moments of his retracting cock in her pussy, "However m'lord, I do think that those boys were leading me down an additive path that I have warned my students about so very often. Now today, there's not a chance I would even consider doing what I did with them. But m'lord, the addiction is still there. I hope and pray that we can come to the point soon where you m'lord are the only person on the face of this earth that can satisfy my addiction. I love you, m'lord Theodore Canfield." "I love you too, my lady Christine Canfield. Now, I'll tell you why you were on my mind all day today. When I sat down at my desk this morning, I was still thinking about our roll in the sack earlier this morning. Then the first call and ninety five percent of the remaining calls of the day were parents and a couple of teachers asking how you were holding up and when you would be back. Or, asking if they could expect you back for the spring semester. The teachers seem to feel that you are Teflon coated and none of this will stick to you. The parent seem to see you as a victim in the whole thing." Christine rose up onto her elbows, "What do you think, m'lord?" Ted took her breasts in his hands and gently squeezed, "I think I have my wife back and in some ways, she's an improved version. When should you go back into the classroom? I really don't know, yet. But know this Chris, I love you and I am only thinking about what is best for you." "Humm, thank you and I love you too, m'lord teddy bear." He tightened his grip on her breasts and rolled them over onto her back. Glancing at the clock on the night stand he whispered, "I think we have time for one more round. Then you can get supper together." After their shower, Christine entered the kitchen to prepare the evening meal thinking, "Somebody will pay for all my pain and heartache... Somebody will pay..." ------------------------ Wednesday - Still at the Canfield's After her husband had left for school, Christine breezed through the house collecting dirty laundry. It was laundry day at the Struthers and that was good enough for Christine. As she moved through the bedrooms picking up clothes, she thought about the conversation she had with her husband concerning her meeting today with Mary Struthers and Donna Hansen. "It's OK with me, Chris." conceded Ted, "Donna can leave early, eleven thirty or so. Today, I need her back by one thirty because we have those shrinks coming over at two." "OK, Ted, that should work, Thank you. Anmd Ted? They are psychologists, not shrinks." He smiled at her, "OK, ah Chris? I want you to have the meeting here... At least for the foreseeable future... Do you have what you need? I can have Donna bring something." "I have what I need, a coffee cake mix and plenty of coffee. And, your woman understands having it here. I love you, m'lord teddy bear." As she picked up his dirty laundry, she smiled to herself, thinking about earlier that morning when he wrestled her onto the bed and tickled her into a giggling, laughing frenzy. With the second load of wash in the dryer, Christine glanced at her watch and said out load, "Ten thirty five. They will be here between eleven thirty and noon. I'd better get that coffee cake in the oven and make some sandwiches." Walking to the kitchen she thought, "I wonder if all housewives talk to themselves and do they answer themselves?" Then she wondered, what am I gonna do on the weekends, since I've done all this during the week. Oh well, I'm sure my loving husband will figure that out." Donna picked up Mary and they arrived at about eleven forty. "Hey Chris, how's it going?" Donna bellowed as they came through the front door. Mary smiled and gave Chris a hug. Donna continued as they walked into the kitchen and onto the table, "Your husband gave me a two hour lunch. Then he said that he told you that he thought it was a good idea to get together once a week for lunch. But, that it would be held here for the foreseeable future, as he put it." Mary glanced at Donna then to Christine, "Is that right?" Christine shook her head, "Yes" then said, "He wants me to stay at home and lay low at least through the holidays. If I do go out, he wants to be with me, or be where I am going and he's going to control my alcohol intake. Like one glass of wine for dinner. When a woman disrespects and violates the trust of her husband, as I did, she should expect give up her autonomy, if she expects to stay married to him. Anyway, have a seat you guys, I'll get the coffee." As Christine poured coffee, Mary asked, "Was Ted upset over what you did last Thursday?" Christine smiled as she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. She took a sip of coffee, then said, "Ya know? Ted saw the big picture. But, that night he told me that I could have called him and said that I had a chance to apologize to the whole student body. He would have allowed me to do that. So, I got one swat on the same bare bottom that he gave ten swats a week before. It still smarts. But, ya know what? I really don't think I would love and respect him as much as I do today if he had done anything less. I wouldn't wish it on anyone, but he sure let me know that he loves me and is not about to give me up..." Mary sat back in her chair, "He gave you another spanking?" "Yep, just one swat, but he got his point across. Then, after he made love to me, he told me how proud he was to hear that his wife had the guts to stand before the whole school and say she was sorry. Gawd, I love that man..." Mary leaned forward, taking a sip of coffee, said, "Yeah, he's a keeper, alright." Donna placed her hand on Christine's wrist, "They all would like to see you back in the class room, Chris. Students, teachers, staff and parents. They'd like to see you back on Monday, next semester would be none to soon." Mary seconded Donna's assessment, "Last Sunday afternoon Tom and I joined Jason up at the University to meet with the two psychologists that you and Ted will meet this afternoon. They told us that Nicole and Brian were intent on bringing you down off your pedestal. I told them that everybody seems to be trying to rebuild your pedestal, even higher. Then put you back on it." Christine's gaze moved from Mary to Donna, then back to Mary. As tears welded up, she mustered a little smile and said in almost a whisper, "Well ah, I guess that's all up to Don and my loving husband..." Cost of Forbidden Fruit Ch. 05 --------------------------- After Ted and Christine spoke to the two psychologists together for more than an hour, the two men went into the study. Leaving Christine and Dr. Malloy in the living room. The doctor started the conversation with, "Well Chris? I find that you were second place for the state's Teacher of the Year Award." Christine smiled, "That was last year." "So, you don't think you have a chance this year?" "You're kidding, right? Same chance as the preverbial snowball in hell. This would all come out somewhere along the line. I'm surprised that the media hasn't picked up on it already." "You can thank the James family for that. Marc pulled stings and called in some markers. They have locked the media out of the whole thing, even the university's news staff. I was there last Thursday in the high school gym, standing next to one of the guys working to restore your image. He and I agreed that they all still love you at that high school and want to believe that you were just a victim here. That you were sucked into something that was beyond your control. I spent the remainder of Thursday and Friday morning talking to students and staff. Everybody knows you and Ted. They all like you both, most love the two of you, especially you. They say you are always upbeat and a giving person. The major reason that the James family brought me here is to not only get passed all of this, but also help you to return to being the person you were last May. I intend to help you push all this latent and get it behind both of you. Dr. Meyers and I hope to work with you and Ted to develop a strong enough relationship that this cannot happen again to either one of you. Ah Chris? Do you love your husband more than you did last May?" "Oh yes, Oooh yes, absolutely... Also, I respect him more today than ever before. I know that now I wouldn't hesitate to come to him with something like this right at the gitgo." "Why?" "Because he has proven that he loves me more than I thought a man could love a woman. I was in a dip dark pit, digging myself in deeper. He could have simply divorced me like Ed Williams did Nicole and let me dig in deeper, well passed any point of no return. My loving husband reached in and yanked me out. It hurt a lot getting out. But, in doing so, he proved to me that he loves me and will never let me go. That he will always be there for me. The fact that he didn't do anything violent to anybody, that he for gave Jason adds to my love for him. I'm sure he will forgive Doug and Darren if they ask. But ah, my love and respect for him has just mushroomed. He is a big man, all man in my eyes and the eyes of our children." Christine paused and smiled, "Annd, our sex life is fantastic!" "Ohh?" "Ohh yeah! Before all of this we would get it together about once a month or so and never during basketball season. When we did have sex, it was about five minutes of foreplay. Then we would roll into the missionary position, the only one we knew. He would stroke me until he went off. Sometimes I would get it off and other times, I wouldn't. Then, we would cuddle an' kiss awhile, go clean up, come back to bed and go to sleep." "And now?" Christine smiled big, "And now, well the boys taught me a lot. I learned several new positions. We did it orally, anal, and of course, vaginal. Ted learned a lot on the internet, like how to use his tongue and fingers in foreplay. Drives me up the wall. We do it more than once in the evenings and we even get each other off orally. Sometimes we do it sixty nine. You know what that is don't you doctor?" "Oh yes, any anal sex?" "Ah, no doctor. I did it with the boys a few times, not often. But, they all had boys sized cocks. Except for Doug and he never stuck it there. He did it there with Nicole and Maddie." "Chris? You can call me Becky, OK?" "OK Becky." "So why not with your husband?" "Oh Becky, we tried. But, my husband is quite long and wide in that area of his anatomy. " The doctor smiled but also gasped. Christine continued, "Umm, after two hours at the frat house, some more here, then picking it up first thing Saturday morning, ah well, by late afternoon I was begging him to stick it anywhere but my vagina. He stuck it in about three inches into my already aching ass. Becky? I cannot describe the pain of him in there. All I remember is screaming for him to take it out. It hurt more going out then it did going in... Oh Becky, by that time everything hurt so bad. My body, my mind, and ohh my heart just ached." "I see. Ah Chris? Believe me when I say, I understand. Ah, you said something about your already aching anus. What did you mean by that?" "Ah well, after he made me suck him up, he placed me on my hands and knees, on the bed. Then in one stroke, he shoved that thing all the way up inside of me. Ah we ah, we never ah well, he never stuck the whole thing inside of me before that night. We just ah, well we just never seemed to need it in any further than about half way or so. Then after he finished, he sat on the edge of the bed. Grabbed the leash, pulled me over his lap and gave me a spanking." "He did what to you?" "Ten hard, bare handed swats on my bare behind. By the time we got home, my vagina and ass ached and stung. My mind hurt, not a headache so much as it just hurt. And my heart, Oh Becky, as I said before, my heart ached beyond anything I ever want to feel again. My husband is a patient man. He has never shown anger toward a player and he gets the most that anybody can get out of them. He never disciplined our children in anger. He and I have had heated discussions, but never showed anger toward each other. That night he was seething with anger, hurt and humiliation. It wounded my heart to know that I had brought him to that extreme. That's something I'll carry with me for the rest of my life. So then, I woke up Sunday morning hurting everywhere. The only good thing about it was that he had removed the dog collar. It was over..." "Woow, quite an ordeal. Ah Chris? Do you want somebody to pay for all of this? Get even with those responsible?" Christine gazed at the doctor for several moments before answering her, "This will stay between you and I, Becky. But, yes, when all the facts are on the table, yes, you bet I want someone or two or three to pay. And, pay they will... Yes, I want to get even, more than even... I sure don't appreciate being treated like a lab rat on top of all the rest of it... There are those that I cannot even think of forgiving right now, even if they were to ask. Maybe when I feel that we are somehow even, maybe then I will consider forgiveness..." The doctor placed her pen on her pad, looked up at Christine, "When I watched you in action last Thursday, I thought then what I know for sure, now. Chris? You are what I call a form of passive aggressive. Not in the standard personality disorder that we learn about in Psych. 101. More in the way you keep order in your life. Brian Cunningham drew out a dark side from within you. Something we all have. Just that most women are able to keep it latent. You passively went along with them because it felt good and Brian convinced you that nobody would get hurt. Last Thursday I watched the aggressive side of Chris Canfield take her first step toward an offensive position. You have now reserved the passive Chris for your family and friends. The aggressive Chris will always be on the alert for every opportunity to take a position where you can preside over the destruction of those you find responsible for all of this." Again, Christine gazed at the doctor for a few moments, collecting her thoughts. Then said, "Becky? I have never done any thing that hurt others like I have recently. My mother had a heart attack over what I have done. So, I have never had the feelings and vicious thoughts I have had in the last few days. Especially since we had dinner with Darren's parents and grandmother..." She paused, shifted in her seat, "You are right, you know. Like I said, in my thirty eight years I've never hurt or even wanted to hurt anyone. But, I do now... Or, at least I want to know it was done to them." "Ah Chris? Promise me this.. You will keep me posted on your thoughts and talk to me before you take any action, OK?" "Yes Becky, you and my husband will be the only ones I will talk to about it. I can tell you this, it won't be next week, next month, or next year. It might take many years. But, I promise you, I will get even or better. I could have lost my marriage over this, then really fallen off a cliff into being a total slut. I will get even, you can bet on that." "I don't doubt you, not one bit. So? Where do you want to start in all of this?" "Well Becky, it's been what, ten or twelve days since this all blew up and yes the slut's gone. But, I still wake up at two in the morning with cravings." "Cravings? For what?" "For young bodies close to mine. Young cocks inside of me. For young men to tell me that I have a hot bod, that I am pretty. For their touch, so gentle, so thoughtful. And ah, Becky? I had more orgasms then I want to admit. I am totally terrified by the thought that I might someday fall back into the pit and in so deep that my husband cannot reach me. I feel like I have acquired an addiction every bit as bad as drugs or alcohol. Granted my husband has as he puts it, fucked the slut right out of me and has satisfied most of my cravings. But, the addiction must be defeated before we can go much further." "I fully agree Chris. I would like to meet with you on another day of the week say through January, just to handle your addiction. In the beginning we will also deal with it in our one on one during Wednesday sessions. I can tell you this Chris, sexual addiction is very real. However, I am one of the few in the nation who has had full success in dealing with it." "OK Becky, sounds good to me. Tuesdays I could make lunch for us. How's that work for you.?" "Good, that will work. I am a certified hypnotist and I will want to use it in your therapy. It is interesting that Brian tried to hypnotize you with limited success. Especially after he was so successful with Nicole and Maddie. But, as I mentioned before, they are totally submissive, you are not. Your husband's success with you fascinates me. I will have to talk to him more about that before I proceed with you." "Would you like to see a couple of graphic examples of how effective he was with me?" "Yes, I would." said the doctor, adjusting herself in her seat. "My husband calls it banding and branding. He feels that my wedding s rings must have become obscured. So, he had this gold band of possession installed on my right forefinger." Christine held up her right hand. Then continued, "This gold band is to remind me of the branding on my right hip." She stood up and revealed the tattoo. The doctor gasped. "Well Chris, that's a new one on me. Banding and branding., you call it. Wow, I have read about men doing that to their slaves and concubines through out history, Biblical times, Dark Ages, medieval times, etcetera, etcetera. But, not in modern times." "It might be a little antiquated, but it seems to work, on me at least. He told me he would have it done while he had me under hypnosis the first time. So, when he brought me into the tattoo shop, I felt that what was happening to me just needed to be done. I was so subdued, so whipped when he hypnotized me the first time that I consented to anything I thought would help save our marriage. I could just feel it slipping through my fingers and it was all my fault. Then he took me to the mall. We went through all the jewelry shops until we found a band that made the proper statement on my long finger. He had it sized right then. While we waited, he asked what the band meant to me. It rolled out as natural as you please,.. He possesses me body, mind and heart, until I die. When the jeweler came back with the re-sized band, Ted handed him a credit card to pay for it. As they processed the purchase, he slipped the band onto my forefinger. Then he crimped it down some, so it will never pass my knuckle, even with soap." The doctor sat back in her chair, "Wow, ah OK well, I have quite a few more questions of you, Chris. But, hear come the guys. Ah well, expect me over hear on Tuesday between eleven thirty and twelve. We can have a leisure lunch, expound on some of the points we hit on today, then begin to deal with your addiction." "Ah, one more then to think about, Becky. I'm pregnant and it is most definitely Ted's. No doubt about it." Christine said with a big smile. As the two psychologists, Ted Christine and Amy sat down to dinner, Amy, holding a letter, appeared excited. "I have some great news to announce. You know mom, dad, that I applied at both Cal Tech and M.I.T." "Yes, dear." replied her mother. Ted turned to their two guests, "Our daughter wants to be a full blown nuclear physicist." Amy held up the letter, "And, I will too. I have been accepted at M.I.T." As they all congratulated Amy and began their meal, a private jet landed at an airport to the north of them. The former Nicole Williams stepped out of the plane and was met by John Haskins chauffeur. After a complete make-over, the thirty seven year old Nicole looked every bit the twenty seven year old pictured on the California driver's license and passport she carried in her purse. She was now Susan Diane Evans. The lack of rings on her left hand, outfit and purse that just screamed Rodeo Drive, Beverly Hills identified her as a kept woman. Which fairly well described her current situation. That of an attractive black woman possessed completely by a rich white man. In the limo, she found there to meet her was also the psychologist/hypnotist that had been assigned to complete the change in her identity. Susan Evans would spend the remainder of her life as the housekeeper, party hostess, and personal slut of John Haskins and his son. Living at, and seldom leaving their estate. ---------------------------------------------- On the first Friday in December found coach Canfield and his varsity team locked in a tight game with a team they knew they had to defeat if they were to go to the state play-offs and expect to win. The last period was about to begin and they were only up four points. The coach and the senior players knew that they needed a much larger spread than that. Their opponents were were known to be strong in the last minutes of a game. A team that could take a potential four to six point loss and turn it into a three or four point win. That was the situation that Darren found as he entered the arena. Having captained the team for two seasons, he fully appreciated the gravity of the it all. There to ask the coach about a time when he could come and ask for forgiveness for what he had done to Christine, he realized that he would not be able to talk to the coach until the game was over. He brushed off she season's first snow while he stood at the sidelines for awhile, watching two superior high school teams duke it out on the basketball court. He fondly remembered leading the team to victories against this particular school both years that he was on the varsity team. Looking for a seat, he found none. Darren then walked up to the back and leaned against the wall. Before he left the sidelines, he noticed Donna on her cellphone. Now he noticed that she was talking to the coach who gave her a one armed hug and nodded "Yes." A few minutes later, Darren watched as his high school alma mater held on to their slim lead. He also noticed the figure of a woman in an ankle length coat enter the arena. Even with the heavy coat's collar turned up, the thick, dark auburn hair and erect posture told him that this was Christine Canfield. The cheerleaders were the first to notice her presence. They went into a chant, "Missus Cee, Missus Cee, it's so good to see you..." When she removed her coat the players on the bench noticed and began to clap. The crowd catching on to her presence, began clapping and cheering, many raising to their feet. Christine raised her arms, then lowered them. Within seconds of the five players on the court noticing her presence, there was the swish of a three point shot. When the opposing team attempted to return the ball into play, it was intercepted and a quick lay-up gave them a nine point lead. The opposing coach called a time out. Christine moved in among the players, "Gentlemen?!? Does it take my presence to get you to play like state champions?" "I guess so, ma'am," the team captain answered, "You are our queen and we have a lot more respect for our queen than some others do theirs." Christine looked around at the young men, "OK, Okeh, if it take my presence to get you guys to play like the champions that you are, then OK, I'll be here for every game. Right on through the state play-offs." They heard the referee's whistle to resume play and Christine said, "Now, go out there and win it. Show them how champions win games." And, win it they did with an eighteen point margin. Ted sent the team into the showers. Then with Christine and Donna at his sides her congratulated the offensive and defensive coaches for doing their part very well. As the two coaches went on to collect the equipment, Donna tugged on Ted's sleeve and pointed behind him. Turning one hundred and eighty degrees, the coach found himself looking at a contrite Darren James, about three or four paces away, "Darren? What a surprise to see you here..." "Ah yeah, well, ah, coach? I, ah well, I would like to talk to you and ahh Missus Cee, if I could... Ah, anytime that's convenient..." In the positive tune of a coach of a winning team, Ted said, "Tonight's good. Give us about a half hour, forty five minutes... Have you had supper yet?" Darren looked at the floor, shuffled his feet and said, "Ah no, ah I ah, I'm not really hungry, coach, ah..." Ted smiled "Ya gotta eat. According to your grandmother, you've got a long row to hoe. So, we'll set a place ya." A little taken aback by the coaches positive attitude, Darren was still quick with his response, "Ah, OK coach, OK. I ah, I'll be there. Half hour or forty five minutes." He glanced at his watch, "OK coach, I ah, I'll see ya at your house..." "Oh, Darren?" "Yes sir." "You won't mind if Donna is there, will you?" Darren glanced at Donna, thinking, "I should apologize to her, too. She is purdy much the team mother..."He answered the coach, "Ah, no coach. What I have to say, I should say to Missus Hanson, too." With that he turned and left the arena, to find a coffee shop and spend the next half hour perfecting what he was going to say. Ted went in to say a few words to the team, leaving the women at the sidelines, talking to some of the spectators. Five or ten minutes later, The team captain and two other players came out of the showers and approached Christine. Rick Hudson, the team captain asked, "Ah, Missus Cee, ma'am?" "Yes, Rick. What can I do for you?" Rick step out from the others and rattled off quite quickly, "Ah ma'am, the team got t'gether here a few minutes ago, after the coach talked to us and ah, we would like to know if you would except the trophies for us when we win the league and state championships?" The reception she received tonight surprised her, but this request caught her completely off guard. It was a little over a month since she was caught having sex with boys twenty years her junior. Tears welled up in her eyes, "Rick? You tell the team I would be extremely honored to except those trophies for them. Yes, I would be very, very honored to do so. Also, I appreciate the attitude that it is inevitable. I'll see you guys at the next game." --------------------------------------------- Darren and Christine said very little during the meal, with Darren making a couple of comments about the latter part of tonight's game. Ted and Donna discussed the significance of winning the game. It could not be said that there was any tension in the room. But, it certainly was not a relaxed atmosphere, either.