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Lost Wife

By: murphy621



I didn't know when it started or even how it did because I missed the early signs but I now had the feeling that I was loosing my wife. I first noticed the guy the night I had arranged to meet her at a new trendy restaurant for dinner after work. Her office is only a few blocks from mine and the restaurant is conveniently close to both of us. We had planned for each of us to stay at work a little later and meet at six, I got delayed just before I was ready to leave and when I called to tell her I would be a few minutes late she had already gone.

I was about fifteen minutes late when I walked into the restaurant and I saw her seated at the bar holding a glass of white wine. She was talking to a guy and when she saw me, she waved and said something to him. He turned and looked at me, replied to her, and he then he walked away. 

"Who was that," I asked?

"I don't know," she replied.

"Really, the way you two were talking, it looked like you knew each other."

"No, he was hitting on me, offering to buy me another drink. I was just trying to discourage him."

I passed off the incident with a shrug. We had dinner and a lovely romp in bed later when we got home. I never thought about the guy again until about a month later when we were grocery shopping on a Saturday afternoon. Usually she goes without me since I would be watching football or basketball or baseball or what ever sport is in season. But nothing of interest was on that day. So just to get out of the house I told her I would accompany her. I noticed a little flicker cross her eyes but it meant nothing to me at the time.

We walked the aisles together until she said to me, "Why don't you go to the bakery section and pick out something sinful for dessert while I go to the produce section and get some tomatoes. I'll meet you by the registers."

It took me a while to pick out a pie that looked like it had thousand calories per portion and when I got to the check out, she wasn't there. I waited a bit and then I started looking for her. I looked in the produce section and then I walked across the front of the store, looking down each aisle. When I got to the end I walked to the back of the store and started across the back aisle and I saw her way at the other end talking to a man. He looked familiar but I couldn't place him and as I walked towards them he left and she started for the registers.

When I caught up to her at the cashier's stand I asked, "Who was that guy?"

"What guy?"

"The one you were talking to behind the produce section."

"Oh him, I don't know who he is. He was just asking me where the canned soup is."

Again I just passed it off. It wasn't until Alice's wedding that I began to put two and two together. It was Alice's second marriage. She was a childhood friend of my wife and her best friend. She had been Lana's maid of honor when we wed five years ago and she was a bit of a slut. Her first husband had divorced her when he caught her fucking an old boy friend.

We were seated at a table with four other couples, all the women were friends of Lana's from way back. After a while there was nothing in the conversation to interest me so I left to go to the rest room, leaving her to reminisce about old times. But when I got back her seat was empty. 

"Where's Lana?" I asked, interrupting the conversation of the woman seated next to me.

"Greg asked her to dance," was the reply as she turned back to continue her conversation.

Greg, I said to myself, who the hell is Greg? We don't know any Greg but the woman obviously expected that I did. Lana never mentioned him to me. My eyes were searching the dance floor and there was no sign of Lana. When the band stopped playing and took a break there was still no sign of her so I got up and started looking for her. I was out in the lobby when the music started again so I went back inside the reception hall and there she was, seated at the table, yakking away with her friends. 

"There you are," she said as I approached, "come on we've hardly danced at all since we got here." With that she rose from her seat and taking my hand led me out to the dance floor. It was a slow number and when she came into my arms she molded herself to me. As always, it was a perfect fit. I could feel every inch of her body against mine. She was actually purring as we moved together. 

"Who is Greg?" I asked.

"Mmmmmm, Greg," she was still purring as she parried my question?

"Yes, Greg, the guy you were dancing with."

"It was only one dance, one song; don't spoil my mood with questions."

"Who is he? You were gone a long time for only one dance."

She leaned back in my arms and looked up at me. "He's a guy I knew a long time ago, before we were married. We dated a few times back then. My, my, is my hubby jealous? Good, now I know you love me."

That's all I got out of her. Any other questions I asked were deflected or ignored. I had no other reasons to suspect any infidelities or misbehavior so I let the matter drop; until the night I could no longer ignore it.

We were watching TV together; one of the news channels and the door bell rang just as the sports section came on. Lana knew I wanted to watch this part so she got up to answer the door. I heard voices in the entry hall for a few minutes, and then I thought I heard her say, "No," then more talk and then "OK" and then I heard the door close.

It was a few minutes before I realized that she had not returned and I thought perhaps she had gone to the bathroom or the kitchen, but the program ended and she had not yet returned. I looked around the house and I couldn't find her and when I returned to the entry hallway I saw her purse and cell phone on the table where she always leaves them but there were no keys next to her purse. She had gone out without a word to me and I had no means to contact her. I looked, and her car was still in the garage, so she must have left with our visitor. What the hell, who had she gone off with and with no word to me about where she was going and with whom? 

Midnight came and she was still not home. Call the police? No, that would not do. She left on her own, she wasn't screaming for help when she left. Some time between one and two in the morning I fell asleep. I leave for work early and when I woke at five she was asleep next to me and as usual I left before she was awake. I called her at her work during the day and I was informed that she was unavailable. She works a much shorter day than I do and she gets home before me, she is usually making dinner when I get home and tonight was no different. 

Her back was to me when I entered the kitchen. She did not turn to kiss me as is her usual custom instead she just stood there waiting. 

"Lana."

No answer.

"Lana, turn around."

No answer, no movement. I reached out and took her by her shoulders and turned her to me. "Where were you last night?"

She was crying but she remained silent. "Answer me, god damn it! Where did you go without telling me you were leaving? Who was at the door? Who did you leave with?"

Silence, just more tears.

"Lana, who was that? Who did you leave with?"

No answer. It went on like that for fifteen or twenty minutes and I got nowhere. She just refused to answer me. I was angry but how do you argue with someone who will not argue back or even answer your questions. I left her crying in the kitchen and went to watch TV as I let my anger abate. When I went up to bed she was there, already asleep, and as usual I left in the morning before she was awake. 

It went on like that for three days, until Friday night. Every time I tried to question her about that night all I got was just more tears. I had started my inquisition again when I got got home and was interrupted just before dinner time when the door bell rang. She was in no condition to answer the bell and when it rang again I went to open the door. It was a big guy, six two or three, half a head taller than me and maybe fifty pounds heavier and when he pushed past me it was so unexpected that I couldn't stop him. I trailed after him as he walked back to the kitchen shaking off all my efforts to stop him.

"Hello Lana," he said.

She was still crying. She didn't answer him, she just stood there, head bowed, tears dripping off of her cheeks. As I looked at him I realized that he was also the guy I had seen at the bar and in the supermarket. I also realized that he was a good ten years older than me. 

At this point I finally found my tongue. "Who the hell are you? Where do you come off barging into my house? How do you know my wife?"

"All in good time my friend, sit down and we will talk." he said as gestured for me to sit at my own kitchen table. "Lana, did you make enough for three as I told you."

"Yes Greg," she replied speaking for the first time in three days for me to hear her voice when she wasn't crying. 

My temper was up and I said, "What the hell was going on, in my house, in my kitchen and with my wife? Where do you come off giving orders around here?"

"I give orders to your wife because when I do I will be obeyed. She will do exactly what I tell her to do, even if she doesn't want to do it. She also needs my permission for what she does; she needed it when she wanted to marry you."

"What are you talking about?" I was incredulous.

"Just what I said, she will always obey me. She didn't want to leave with me the other night but when I insisted, she came with me."

"Did you fuck her too?"

"Of course I did, just like I did when I was training her before you married her. She is a great piece of ass."

"Training her?"

"All through high school and college and until you married her, turning her into a perfect submissive, dedicated to my personal satisfaction. How about you, haven't you been happy with her? No arguments, no whining, no bitchiness? Could you have asked for a better wife?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your wife. Has she ever given you a hard time? Argued with you? Refused you sex? Been bitchy or obstinate? Refused you anything? Simple, has she kept you happy? Could she have been a better wife?"

I sat there just staring at him, I was flummoxed. He was right, she was the perfect wife. We really have never had an argument, never had angry words and our sex was the best I ever had. I could not have been happier, at least up until the other night. 

"What has that got to do with you?"

"I made her that way."

"You what?"

"I made her that way. From just before she turned twelve years old until she married you she belonged to me. I trained her, molded her into a compliant woman who only wanted to please her man. I was that man until I got married and my wife would not let me keep her. It was then she found you and you, unknowingly, gave her the guidance she needed and when she asked for permission to marry you, I wished her well."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He gave her permission to marry me? He wished her well? I looked at Lana, she had stopped crying. She was looking at me hopefully, even smiling a bit as she listened to us discussing her as if she was a prize pet.

"So why are you here now," I asked? We have been happily married for five years and so have you. What do you want?"

"My wife died, I want Lana back."

Whoa, there it was a big fat elephant in the room. "You what?"

"I want her back. I want her for my own."

"So what's stopping you? You took her away the other night. You fucked her. Why did you bring her back? Why are we even discussing this?"

"Because she doesn't want to come with me. She loves you and wants to stay with you."

I looked at Lana, she was nodding her head vigorously, telling me yes, she wanted to stay with me. Yet she had spent the other night fucking this prick who was telling me he wanted her for himself.

"You're telling me she loves me yet she went off and fucked you when you took her away."

"Yes, she can't refuse me, but there is no enthusiasm there, no love. When she left me to marry you I wished her well. I want you to do the same for me."

"So let me get this straight, my wife loves me but she will fuck you any time you want her. But you don't enjoy her unless I give my blessings."

"That's right."

"And you will keep fucking her any time you want anyway."

"That's right."

What the hell is this? I love this woman she is the perfect wife but she can't resist him, can't refuse fucking him. She loves me but has to fuck him whenever he wants her. I don't want to lose her but I can't keep her under these conditions. Why should I give her up and let him have her just for the asking. I don't want to lose her but I can't stand the idea of sharing her.

"Fuck you," I said, "I'm not giving her up and I am not sharing her."

"Look," he said, "I thought we could talk this over at the dinner table and come to an agreement but your attitude is going to make it too difficult. I'm just going to have take her away with me now. I tried to do this the easy way but now you will have to see the hold I have on her."

"Just like that, you think I will let her waltz out with you?"

"Watch me, there's nothing you can do about it."

Lana, who had been standing silently listening to our verbal exchange, began to cry again. "Please Greg, don't do this. Please don't take me away, I love him, he is my husband."

Greg stood up and in a quiet commanding voice said, "Lana come here now!"

Like a robot she moved to his side and leaned against him. He tilted her tilted her head up and he kissed her on her lips. Then his arm went around her waist and they walked out the door. I just sat there with my mouth agape too astonished with what I had witnessed to act or even utter a sound. 

********

I don't know how long it was before I came to my senses but the dinner burning in the pots on the stove woke me out of my paralysis. That was OK, I had no appetite anyway. I had just seen my wife surrender herself to another man even though she seemed reluctant to do so. What was this hold her had over her?

I went to bed late that night and she never came home before I fell asleep and when I woke up early in the morning she still wasn't home nor did I hear from her. As the morning progressed to about ten o'clock the door bell rang and when I answered it, there stood Lana looking very contrite.

We stood staring at one another for a few moments until I said, "Are you finished fucking him for now?"

"Please Harry; don't talk to me like that."

"Why not, he fucked you all night, didn't he?"

She at least had the decency to look down at the floor before she murmured, "Yes."

"Then why did you come back this morning?"

"He sent me back to get some clothes."

"So you are moving in with him? You are going to live with him?"

"Yes."

"What's the address there?"

"Why do you want that?"

"So I will know where to send the divorce papers."

"But I don't want a divorce, I love you."

"You love me? You're fucking him and moving in with him and you love me? Sorry that doesn't make sense to me."

"You heard him tell you I don't love him, that I love you and it's true. I love you with all my heart."

"Then why are you going back to him?" 

"I have to, because that is what he wants."

"What he wants? What about what you want, what I want?'

"He told you, I always have to obey him. It's the way he trained me."

"I know what he said," I replied, "I just don't understand it."

"I told you my parents had died when I was young and I was brought up by relatives. Greg was that relative."

"What, how could that be? He is only about ten years older than you."

"Twelve years older. My birth mother died when I was born and for the first year of my life I was in a foster home. My Dad remarried and reclaimed me and raised me with my stepmother until they both died in an auto accident when I was twelve. Greg, who was my step mother's brother, had been married just the year before they died and he was my only living relative. So he and his wife took me in. What no one knew was that he and his wife had a unique relationship. She was his submissive sex slave and from the moment I moved in, I was trained to his slave too."

"His wife was complicit in my training also; she delighted in having a companion in submission and in her enjoyment of sex. As much as Greg used me, so did she. I began my menses only few months after I moved in with them and not only did she explain what was happening to my body but she showed me how to delight in it. By the time I was fifteen I was an accomplished courtesan."

"Greg, meanwhile, taught me the joy of submission. The freedom it bestows on the submissive, the rewards for being obedient, the desire to be compliant and the release by being disciplined. For ten years I lived with them and probably would still be serving them both for I was very happy in the relationships. But two things happened, I met you and his wife died from breast cancer."

"If you remember when we first met, I was very cool to you. I had my lover and Master and I had no need for anyone to court me. Greg on the other hand, met Mona and fell in love with her. She would have no use for my submission to him and made it a condition of her marriage that he would have no relationship with me. So he cut me loose just when you got serious with me. When I told him of your proposal he wished me well."

"I wasn't in love with you when we got married, I didn't know what love was. I had only known Greg for all of my adult life. I never dated and except for work I never had any relationship with any man other than Greg until I met you. I had grown up completely dependent on him and obedient to him. When we married I just transferred my obedience to you. You are not a dominant although you are a strong personality and I grew to accept your guidance without your even knowing it and without the discipline that had been a part of my training. I grew to love you. You are my reason for being. You are my husband and my lover. I want no other man."

"For five years I have been a loving faithful wife. I have done everything in my power to make you happy and I think I have succeeded. I have had no contact or even thoughts about Greg until about three months ago when he came back into my life, Mona had left him. He told us she died, but he lied, she left because he began trying to dominate her and she would have none of it. Now he wants me back because he knows I will submit to him."

"And I do, I do submit to him. Not my heart, not my soul, not my love, he only gets my body and that's not enough for him. That's why he was here last night; he feels that if you gave me to him I would transfer my love. I wouldn't ever love him, not like I love you so I hope you never give me to him but I can't help myself, when he wants me I have to go to him. He gets no love, no enthusiasm, no passion. He might as well use a blowup doll. He has my body, now he wants the rest of me the way he once had me."

The elephant in the room had just gotten bigger and fatter.

**********

We had been standing in the entrance foyer for the beginning of our conversation and as she told me her story we had moved into the kitchen. I sat in my usual chair and she moved to sit in hers. 

"Did I say you could sit down," I demanded.

"No," she replied, "I just thought......."

"You just thought.... what," I interrupted? That after the way you have behaved that you could just walk in here and do as he says. That I would let you pack up some clothes and return to him to be fucked. Do you think that I am that much of a wimp?"

"No, I......."

"Take off your jeans," I commanded, "panties too."

She looked at me, astonished by my tone of voice, and then as she realized what was happening a small smile appeared on her face and her hands opened the waist band on her pants and down they went along with her panties. I stood and bent her, chest down, onto the table and then I took both of her arms and folded them behind her back. Holding both her wrists with my left hand I came down on her ass cheek with my right hand, as hard as I could. 


Lost Wife Ch. 02



I looked at Lana in amazement. If she had grown another head I couldn't have been more surprised. 

"You have been living with Greg for nine months and fucking him all that time and you expect me to believe that you love me and that this baby is mine? Come on Lana, I wasn't born yesterday, I'm not stupid."

"I know you are not Harry, but this baby is yours, I know it in my bones and you can do a DNA test on her to verify it. I have no family, no place to go, no one to help me. Please, let us stay with you until you have the proof one way or the other."

She had been the perfect wife to me for three years before Greg took her away from me and she did explain why it happened. I didn't believe her, yet I wanted too. What made up my mind was the little hand clutching my finger. Harriet wouldn't let me go.

"Alright, come in, you and Harriet can bed down in the spare room. You may still be my wife legally but you are not my wife in my heart and she is not my daughter, no matter what her birth certificate says. Not until I have proof that she is."

DNA processing is much faster now but in those days it took weeks and some times longer to get accurate results. It took Lana only four days to worm her way back into my bed. It took Harriet even less time to own my heart. If you have never seen your wife nursing your baby those first few days after the birth, you will never know what true love is for your family. The love of the mother for her child and the love the father feels for both is the cement that bonds the human race together. When the envelope came from the DNA lab, I put it away, unopened. I just told Lana that Harriet was mine.

We were a family and we were a happy one. Lana was once again the perfect wife. Within that first year after her return, my career began to blossom. With that promotion came a transfer to another city and a year and a half after another child, a son was born to us. Lana, by her choice, with my agreement after a difficult delivery, had her tubes tied. We had our complete family.

Life was perfect. When Danny, our son started school Lana went back to work. She had been a bookkeeper when we got married and while the kids were growing up, she took accounting courses part time at the local community college. By the time the kids were in middle school she was certified and I was the director of marketing. Because of that promotion, we were transferred back to our home town.

I was traveling a few days a month and so was she, doing monthly audits. Most of them were out of town and they each sometimes took several days to complete. We were in the twelfth year of our marriage when she brought Ronnie home for dinner. Ronnie was actually Veronica, a blonde, petite, pretty twenty something, at least ten years younger that either of us. She was a file clerk that Lana had met and befriended some time ago.

It was a Friday evening; the kids were away for a two week summer camp. We had finished off two bottles of wine with a light salad dinner and were having coffee on our small patio. We had a two seat glider chair that Lana and Ronnie were occupying and I was seated on an adjustable lounge chair facing them. Dinner had been delightful and the conversation with the two beautiful women very entertaining. We were all feeling very mellow when Lana said to me, "I want to give Ronnie to you."

"That's a thoughtful gift." I said, "What have I done to deserve her and what am I to do with her?"

"Anything you want." Lana replied.

"Anything, covers a lot of territory."

"I know it does," she answered as both of them stood, Lana behind Ronnie. "Isn't she pretty and she is so talented, almost as much as I am." 

As Lana was speaking her hands were removing Ronnie's blouse and skirt. There were no bra or panties; she stood there in just her high heels. She made no movement to hide her nakedness. Lana moved her forward until she was standing almost touching my elbow. Lana's hands were moving over Ronnie's body, teasing her nipples, rubbing her mound. 

"I'd love to see you fuck her." my wife said as she pinched the little slut's nipple, making her gasp. "I want to see you make her cum. Tell her what you want her to do, she'll do anything you want."

Lana was pressing down on Ronnie's shoulders and she was soon kneeling beside me. Ronnie was opening my belt and my pants and she took out my rock hard cock. She sucked me as my wife kissed me and when I came I sprayed all over both of them. I watched the two women lick each other clean and then kiss. Their hands and lips played over each others body and the sounds that came out of each of them made them each sound like different musical instruments.

Lana lowered the back of the chaise that I was sitting on and had Ronnie straddle my chest. "Look at that pussy Harry. Look how it gaps open for you. Touch it. She wants you inside of her. She is your gift from me, your personal whore. I want you to fuck her for me. I'm going to hold your cock as she moves to sit on it. Watch, see it disappear onto her. It feels so good doesn't it, Harry? Tell me; tell me how good it feels."

I groaned as Ronnie sank down on my cock and slowly undulated. I could see her belly ripple and could feel her cunt massaging me. Lana straddled my head and lowered her pussy to my face; she was so wet I almost drowned. I could hear Lana egging Ronnie on, "Fuck him baby, and make him cum in you. He's the best husband in the world and I love him. Fuck him hard and cum with him when he does."

I couldn't see anything but Lana's ass and could hardly hear what she was saying what with her legs against my ears but I could feel everything they were doing to me. I knew they were kissing and rubbing each others tits and then I felt my balls tighten up and I came. Then Ronnie came with a high pitched wail and Lana let go with a flood on my face.

I had to push her off of me. I was coughing and sputtering as I came up for air. Both women were laughing as they released their hold on to each other to lie on each side of me. I had to hold both of them to keep them from rolling on to the floor. We moved to the bedroom after that and spent the night with the two of them trying to fuck me to death.

When I woke late the next morning; I was alone in the bed. When I went down for breakfast Lana was sitting, drinking her coffee. I said, "What was last night all about?"

"Us." she answered.

"Us? With another woman? What has she got to do with us?"

"Because she is like I was. Like I still am. I had to show you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Greg."

"Greg? What has he got to do with us? I thought we were finished with him."

"I did too, until about a couple of months ago."

"Don't tell me you fucked him?"

At least she had the good grace to be embarrassed. "Yes, I just can't help it."

"Damn it Lana, I thought we were through with that."

"I thought I was too so I made a deal with him."

"A deal with the devil."

"Yes, I guess so."

"OK, so what's the deal?"

"I have to get him two women a year to be like I was."

"So that makes you his procurer."

"No, more like his recruiter."

"And Ronnie is?"

"The first."

"Who trained her?" I asked.

"He did."

"But you helped?"

"Yes." Lana blushed at that one too. 

"When? On your so called audits?"

"Yes."

"So you fucked her too. More than once?"

"Yes." She was nervous now. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. You just hit me with a lot. I'm not happy with this. Give me some time to think about it. I'm not happy that you are mixed up with him again."

"Neither am I," she replied, "but I'm pretty sure he won't want me if I can keep him supplied with younger and fresher bodies."

"You did this behind my back. I didn't know what was going on, so why did you bring her to me?"

"Because I feel so guilty about what I have to do for him. I hate lying to you and I hated watching you fuck her. It's my punishment for what I did to you. I wanted you to know what's going on and last night you seemed to enjoy it."

"I did then, but I didn't know that you and Greg were involved again. I've got to think this thing through."

Think I did, long and hard. If only I didn't love the kids so much, if only she wasn't such a good wife. She truly was that perfect. If only she didn't have this submissive flaw. My life was so good except for Greg. I took the coward's way out; I took a demotion and a transfer to the west coast.

California living wasn't hard to take and soon Lana and I ironed out our problems and life was good again. At least it was for years, until they offered me the job as VP for Marketing with a huge raise in salary and the chance for big bonuses. The only drawback was that it meant that we would have to move back home again. 

Harriet was eighteen now and leaving for college in the fall. Danny sixteen, soon to follow her and that meant the extra money would go a long way to cover the costs. Lana and I talked it over and we decided to go back and see if we could beat Greg somehow and save her from him. We were going back and we were going to tough it out. We were not going to stint on our children's future because of his hold on her. I found out that she couldn't resist him on the warm September evening right after Harriett left for college. 

We were having to a pre-dinner drink on our patio. Lana was in the kitchen preparing some canapés when the door bell rang. After a while I was beginning to wonder who was there, I knew she had answered the door. Just as I was about to get up and investigate I got my answer, it didn't make me happy. Lana walked out of the kitchen, followed by Greg. I had a sense of déjà vu.

"Put the canapés down dear," he said to her, "and stand in front of Harry. She complied with his instructions.

"What the hell do you want Greg? Haven't you fucked up our lives enough? Why can't you just leave us alone?" I asked.

He had moved directly behind her, her head barely reached his chin. He was still a big guy, still in good shape, still looking like he could beat the shit out of me. His hair had gone sliver now, looking more distinguished than handsome, more confident and sure of himself.

"This is why," he said to me as his hands went around her waist and pulled her to lean back against him.

"Put your arms up Lana, hands behind your head and on my neck." She did just what she was told.

She was pulled up almost up on her toes, her body stretched as long as it could go. Her breasts jutted out and her belly stretched flat. Her eyes were closed. Every inch of her body was open and available to him and she just stood there.

He traced a finger up from her belly. Up between her breasts, up through the hollow in her throat above her breast bone and then along her jaw line and back to her ear. She never moved, but her breathing got ragged. The finger continued from her ear to her upraised arm and down through her armpit to her breast and then around her nipple. She let out a soft sigh.

"She's mine Harry, whenever I want her. You've known that ever since the beginning." His hands were unbuttoning her blouse and then opened her bra. Both his hands now rolling her nipples, stretching them.

"Yet you always took her back into your bed when I let her go. Why is that Harry? Twice you ran away to another city and then you brought her back here? Was it the money this time or was this what you wanted? Do you like the idea that I can fuck her whenever I want or were you waiting until I let you watch me do it?"

I sat paralyzed, frozen by the sight of my wife writhing against him. Her breathing was heavier now, an expression on her face I could not fathom. It was a grimace, somewhere between pain and passion. One of his hands had left her tit and was now cupping her mound. She began humping it. Her hips grinding out her desire, reflecting her response to his manipulations.

He raised her skirt; the hem line was now around her waist. The panties she was wearing were so wet that they were transparent. She was rubbing her thighs together, she wanted to cum. 

"She needs some help Harry; she can't put her arms down. She needs you to help her. Reach out and pull her panties down. I want you to see how she trimmed herself for me."

Trimmed it for him? When did she do that? She had a full bush the other night when we made love. And why did I have a hard-on now? Why am I pulling down her panties?

There it was, right in front of me, the delta narrowed about an inch on each side and the fur shortened to about a quarter inch. Her cunt lips were shaved. I was tempted to kiss it but for some intuitive reason I had a feeling I wasn't allowed to. 

"Bend from the waist Lana, rest your elbows on his thighs. That's right; now take his cock out of his pants it looks like it needs more room. Hold it in both your hands but don't stroke it. I don't want him to cum yet. Open your eyes now and look into his face; I want you to watch him as you tell him what's going through your mind now."

"He's going to fuck me Harry," she said, "and I want him to do it. I'm so hot now, I'm leaking down my leg. I'm always like this for him and I guess I always will be. He's teasing me by rubbing his cock head up and down my pussy lips. He likes to make me beg him to fuck me. I want him Harry, I want him to jam it into me and make me scream. But he won't do what I want, he'll keep me wanting, he likes to feel me shoving my cunt back against him, trying to get him deeper into me.

He's sliding all the way in now, so slowly, I want it all the way. He's so big, so much bigger than you. Oh, he just touched my cervix, something you never did. Oh Harry, it feels so good. I want him to go in and out so I can cum, I want to cum for him. Harry please, ask him to fuck me hard, ask him to make me cum."

I sat there, held prisoner by my wife's two hands, one over the other, gripping my hard cock so tightly the head was turning blue. This was surreal. Greg was standing behind her, his cock obviously buried to the hilt in her cunt and she was asking me to beg him to fuck her harder. Her tits were hanging down, her nipples swaying against my thighs and both of them were waiting for me to ask.

I looked up at him and the smirk on his face told it all. This was the moment that he wanted, the moment that I willingly gave up any pretense of her relationship to him. No more running away from him, no more pretending that we could break his hold on her. If I gave in to them I would be admitting that I wanted to be a willing cuckold. Something I never thought I would be, something I never wanted to be, Or did I?

"Fuck her." I said, "Make her cum the way she wants to. I'll never know how many times you've done it before, but make this the best one she ever had from you. I want to see the way she cums for you."

I felt him thrust once and her head bumped against my belly. Then again and that's all it took and she came and so did I when her head bumped my belly again. I sprayed all over her face; she would have collapsed if his arm was not wrapped around her waist. She was convulsing, her legs could not hold her up. 

She finally collapsed with her torso on my thighs, her face turned to the side. I could hear her murmuring, "Thank you, Harry. Thank you." Thanking me for asking him to fuck her. I never said, "You're welcome." How much weirder can this get? 

When she finally regained her composure she looked up at me and I thought I could see a hint of sorrow in her eyes but then she turned to look at Greg and he beckoned her to come to him. I watched her obey his unspoken demand as she padded the few steps across the deck. Her nearly forty year old body sensuously moving with each step. She was so beautiful and I still wanted her, but could I still live with her........and him?

For the next hour and a half I was treated to the most erotic display of sex that I have ever seen. She made love to him. In most porno films you see the men fucking the women in every position possible. I watched Lana fuck him, he hardly moved. She used every part of her body to keep him or make him hard. She used her tits, her cunt, her thighs, her hands, her ass and even her feet. If one part of her couldn't reach the part of him she wanted to touch, she used another part until she finally exhausted him. He just had no more cum left. He left her lying naked on the chaise that had been the stage for their performance, lying in a pool of his cum and hers, she and the cushion equally coated.

I used the time I spent watching them to have a couple of more drinks and finish the canapés. I also took the opportunity to jerk off a few times myself. I couldn't help it; it was the sexiest show I ever saw.

She lay there for a while, her forearm across her eyes; she didn't want to look at me. She finally spoke, "You're going to have to hose off the chaise, honey. I'll put the cover in the washing machine."

"I would have thought you wanted to keep it as it is, as a souvenir of tonight." I said.

"Don't be nasty. I had to do this tonight, I had no choice."

"No choice?" was my testy response, "You sure looked like you were enjoying it."

"Oh, I enjoyed it alright, that's part of my problem with him, but I really had no choice."

"You'll have to explain that better to me."

"Do you remember Ronnie?"

"Ronnie?"

"Yes, the girl I gave to you because I felt so guilty about helping Greg train her. The one we had a threesome with before we moved away the first time."

"What about her?' I asked, I hadn't thought about her in years.

"He wants me to do the same thing with Harriet."

"Harriett? Our daughter, Harriett? Oh shit!"

"Yes. He told me I had a choice, either bring her to him like I brought Ronnie or bring my submission to him out in your face. I didn't want to humiliate you like that but I didn't want Harriet to be like me either."

"Well neither do I,"

"So can you forgive me for tonight and help me find a way for us to get past tonight? We have to figure out a way for me to get out of his clutches. You sat there watching and you did nothing to stop it. I saw you cum several times while you were watching. You were jerking off."

She had moved from the cum covered chaise she was on and sat down on mine, next to me. She was still crusted from his dried cum. Her hand was playing with my cock and it responded. She dipped her head and took me into her mouth and washed the tip with her tongue. 

"Jesus Lana, haven't you had enough sex for tonight?"

"Not from you," was her denial. "You're the one I love."

And not releasing my cock from her mouth she swung around and presented her rear to my face. She said, "I could see it made you hot to see me fuck him. He didn't have to do a thing, I did it to him. I made him cum. I was the one who was in charge for a change. . Would you like me to be in charge of you once in a while? Make you do things for me like he makes me do for him? Eat me lover; show me that you love me after all that happened. Make me cum better than he did."

"But that's his cum," I protested before she smothered my objections with her pussy. 

I came when she did, but I wasn't sure that her climax was better than when she came for him.

We made love three or four times more the following week and each time she brought up how she saw me flogging my dick when I watched her fuck Greg. She wouldn't leave the subject alone; she couldn't leave well enough alone. It was a week later when she threw the deal breaker at me. 

When she thought she do anything she wanted to do with Greg and do ir in front of me and that I would accept it, she told me that Greg was coming over. She said she knew that I had such a good time watching last time that she was going to do a repeat performance for me.

"Tell me what you liked the best last week, Honey; we'll do it again for you. Was it when he fucked me from behind and I described how good it felt while it was happing? Or when I used my body to make him hard? Oh, I know; maybe when you sucked his cum out of me. Or better yet, helped me get undressed for him."




Lost Wife Ch. 02



"I don't think any of the above, Lana."

"You don't think so?"

"Nope, I know so. I'm not going to take any more of your shit."

"My shit? What shit are you talking about?"

"You're trying to humiliate me, to turn me into a wimpy cuckold."

"You already are. You knew he was fucking me from the day you met me."

"No, only from the day we went to Alice's wedding."

"What's the difference, it's still almost twenty years ago."

"The difference is I don't need you anymore."

"Need me? I thought you loved me. When did you ever need me."

"When you brought his baby to me and told me it was mine. That was when I realized I wanted a family, children. I knew I couldn't have any of my own."

"What are you talking about, both the kids are yours."

No, Lana, they may be mine emotionally but not biologically, I can't have kids, I'm sterile. I have been since I was fifteen when I had the mumps. Evidently my vaccination didn't take. I had myself retested, just to be sure, when I took her DNA sample to the lab. Oh and by the way, if you ever recruit Harriett for his harem, which I don't think she would go for, make sure you tell him that it's his daughter he wants to fuck and that Danny is his son."

"You knew and you never said a word? About them, about him?"

"Not a word, I had my family and a perfect wife. Well, except that you went to him a few times a month when you told me you were going on your 'audits'. When we lived away from here, I had you all to myself. You're a great fuck Lana, a good cook, housekeeper and mother. Why would I give that up and have to go out and find another woman and take a chance on a pig in the poke. I could handle your having a lover as long as you kept it discreet. But now, for some reason you don't seem to want to."

Just then the doorbell rang, interrupting my accusation. "Good timing Greg." I called out, "Be right there." 

I grabbed Lana by the arm and frog marched her to the door. On the way I grabbed her purse and when I opened the door I literally threw her and the purse at Greg, almost knocking him down as I slammed the door on her ass. Then I called the cops. The pounding on the door rattled the whole house. It stopped when I told them the cops were on the way.

I could hear Lana crying as she called out, "Please Harry, I need my keys."

"What for Lana? You don't live here any more, go live with him."

"My clothes, my car?"

"Your clothes will be in garbage bags in front of the garage door tomorrow morning. You can pick them up then. Your car is leased in my name and I'll be returning it to the dealer tomorrow."

"Come on Harry; let her in to get some clothes." Greg chipped in.

"Sure Greg and then you come in with her and beat the shit out of me again. Just like last time. No thanks, I learned that lesson years ago."

"You little shit. When get my hands on you I'll break your fucking............" 

"What's going on here Mister? Are you threatening someone with bodily harm?" 

Thank God, the Marines have landed, the cops are here. 

"I'm Officer Muldoon, Mr. ......Harrison? Harry Harrison?"

"Yeah, that's me. My parents had a sense of humor."

"The lady out here claims she's your wife and her driver's license says this is her address."

"She did live here officer, until she broke the terms of her contract. My name is the only one on the lease."

I heard murmuring, some pauses, some murmuring again and then, "She says she doesn't know if she is on the lease or not. Can she at least come in and get some clothes ."

"Nope, I told her, tomorrow. I'll have I her stuff all packed and ready. She can pick it up after nine o'clock."

More murmuring and then, "Look lady, this is a domestic dispute. I can't settle it. All I can do is keep the peace and if I hear your boy friend making anymore threats I'll have to arrest him. Get your self a lawyer; this is a matter for a judge, not me. Now get him to take you away from here or I'll have to arrest you."

After a few minutes, everybody left and I got busy. I had everything packed in garbage bags and out in front of the garage door before midnight. I wasn't going to be outside if she brought Greg back in the morning. I never knew she had so much stuff, it filled ten bags. Some of it I had never seen, especially some of the lingerie, I would have remembered that underwear.

She was back in the morning, about a quarter after nine. Greg was with her and it was a good thing because he had a big SUV and she couldn't have handled the heaver bags by herself. At nine thirty a patrol car pulled up and parked across the street. When the last bag was loaded she knocked on the door, Greg was standing by her side.

"What do you want Lana?"

"Please Harry; can we talk before this goes too far?"

"It's gone too far already, but yes, we can talk. Just tell Asshole to wait in the car. The minute he steps back out of it, the talk is over."

Again murmuring, "He's afraid you will hurt me if I am in there alone with you."

"You know me better than that Lana."

More murmuring and then "OK, he's going to the car."

I watched from the picture window in the living room as he walked back to the car. Before he got in he turned and saw me there and he gave me the finger. I just smiled at him. I pulled two dining room chairs in front of the window and we sat, facing each other, where everyone on the street could see us.

"Why are you being such a dick, Harry?"

"Hmmmmm, maybe because my wife of twenty years is looking for a payoff."

"Payoff? What are you talking about Harry?"

"About the half million a year my new job as a VP will be paying me."

I saw a flicker cross her eyes. I had touched a nerve.

"He wanted to push me," I continued, "to force me to divorce you. Think of it, half our assets, alimony, child support, and whatever else your lawyer could think up, all based on a half million dollar income. He could move in with you and live like a king while I worked my ass off to support you and him. How much did he figure I was worth?"

She looked away; she was too embarrassed to answer. "How much Lana?" I insisted

"About two or three million."

"And what did you tell l him I was worth?"

"I told him I didn't know. You never told me anything. Look this wasn't my idea, I was happy the way things were but he figured he could have me and your money too. I wasn't in love with you when we got married but the longer we were together and I saw what a great guy and father you are, the more I cared about you. I meant it when I said I loved you. He was the one who wanted to rub your nose in it, not me"

"But you went along with it. That's the irony of it all, Lana."

"Irony? How?"

"The day I saw you nursing your baby was the day I realized I could have a family. That was the day I felt I could live with you and Harriett. That was the day I knew I wanted you with me, that I could even love you. But you kept chipping away at that love. Every time you went to him, you broke another piece off. I knew you were fucking him."

"Then why didn't stop me?"

"Stop you. How could I stop you? I couldn't watch you twenty four hours a day. You were infatuated with him. You still are. You always did what he wanted, just like you did last week. Do you think I believed those bullshit stories you told me about his domination?"

"Then why did you keep me?"

"I needed you if I wanted to keep the kids, to keep them here with me. But that need is gone now. Harriett's away at college and Danny will follow soon. That need is gone and with it so is my love, now it's time for you to go too. Bad timing for you and Greg"

"Bad Timing? What does that mean?"

"It means that all you will take out of this marriage is what's in his car now. I saw this day coming years ago and you gave me plenty of time to prepare. Whatever assets we had are now are in irrevocable trusts, administered in foreign countries, benefiting only me and the kids. It would take you years and a small fortune hiring lawyers, to try to break them. That is, if you could afford the investigators to find them. Meanwhile, anything I make, while you are spending money on lawyers that you can't afford either, will end up in numbered Swiss accounts that you will never find. And the best part yet, will be watching Greg spending whatever money he has, defending himself from the paternity suit I will institute against him for repayment of the costs, incurred by me for raising his children."

She was speechless as I took her by the same arm as before and led her out the door. She and Greg sat in the car for a while talking, and then it looked like arguing, before finally driving away. I never heard from her again, not a word, not even from a lawyer. Not even years later, when Harriet got married and invited her to the wedding. For all I know, I might still be married to her. 

Sometimes I even miss her. Good cooks and good housekeepers are hard to find and she really was a great piece of ass. She made the best apple pie I ever ate.



Lost Wife in Poker Game



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This is the story of the first time that my good buddy got to fuck my wife under the idea of winning her in a card game

For those of you that don't like the lifestyle of wife sharing, don't waste your time and mine reading the following events.

******

It all started with a game of cards between a friend of mine and I. We where at his house drinking and playing poker for small change and he was winning almost every hand. Tony loved it as he hates losing. 

The trouble started when I was down to my last $30 and the game was up to $100. Tony would not let it go and insisted on upping the bets but as I had no money left, Tony said to put my wife Tracy down as my part of the missing money. Tracy, who was there overheard what was going on and was so pissed off she split.

Low and behold I lost the hand and Tony cleaned up the chips that were on the table. I didn't take the part about my wife seriously and he didn't mention it so we finished the night drinking. Tracy came home two hours later having spent the evening with a girlfriend and inquired about the stupid game. When I said I'd lost she grunted and went to bed.

******

This next part of the story is from Tony's point of view told to me. 

******

The next day was a Sunday and I was home alone just kicking back on my own when the doorbell rang. What do you know it was Tracy, my buddy's wife. She was dressed up as if she was going to a club with a knee length skirt and cotton rap around black top that rapped around each breast, showing exactly how big they were. When I say big, I mean big. Her skirt was stuck to her figure showing her big round ass. Her cotton top was not really the kind of thing big girls wear, as it did nothing to hide her true size but she seemed ok with it. 

I invited her in giving her a big smile and asking where Stormin' was? 

She informed me that the prick was asleep from the drinking of last night. Once in my sitting room she got right down to business.

"So how do you want to do this?" she asked. "You won the game so I'm yours for now," she continued staring at me with a straight face.

"Hey Tracy we where just kidding around you know that," I said laughing and trying to make her relax.

"That asshole used me as a bet and he's going to pay, I'm not here to argue," she continued sounding a little pissed off.

"I'm not sure what to say Tracy I'm sure Stormin never intended to make you do anything."

She walked around the room as we spoke and I couldn't help notice her legs and ass as she was wearing high heel shoes making her legs look mouth watering to me. Her ass was crammed into the skirt and I could make out the exact shape of each ass check. Not having been a tit man before, her tits were always standing out in my mind as her most pronounced feature, sure as heaven turning me into a tit lover.

"Don't you find me attractive?" she asked looking at me when she said it.

What was I to say; I could already feel my cock twitch. "Of course I find you sexy, but you're my buddy's wife."

She stopped where she was and in one swift movement she pulled her tight skirt up to her waist facing me. "Not right now, I'm not. Right now I'm yours if you want me."

Holy shit, she was wearing black stockings and suspenders and the tiniest pair of panties that showed her pussy lips.

She stood her ground looking me right in the eye. I must have looked dumb, as I couldn't manage a word. She then opened the button on her top letting it fall open revealing a black lacy bra that was having trouble containing her massive bust. Her two breasts where spilling out over the top making the bra look two sizes too small.

"Tracy you don't have to do this," I stammered. She reached around her back and unfastened the clasp of her bra. I knew her breasts where heavy, but they stood out in clear view. They had almost no sag as if they were fake, but I knew they were true tit's with large dark brown nipples. She then walked right up to me standing in front of me so close I could smell her perfume. 

"Don't you like big tits?" she almost purred at me.

"Listen Tracy you're my buddy's wife and I don't want any trouble," I tried but she just smiled and fell to her knees before me. Oh shit, I thought. I'm not going to be able to stop, if she gets my cock out.

And what do you know -- she reached over unzipping my pants. My cock was of course rock hard in my shorts and it sprang up in front of her face like a flagpole. She peeled back my foreskin exposing my knob that was leaking pre-come already and engulfed my cock whole into her hot mouth. 

Man this lady knew how to suck cock I could have come on the spot as she bobbed her head up and down my hard shaft. She stopped sucking looking up at me with a filthy grin on her face and said, "Your cock is beautiful," and then continued giving me one of the best blowjobs I've ever had.

Looking down at her I could see her huge breasts swaying back and forth as she bobbed her head. 

"Be careful or I'll come in your mouth," I warned breathing hard.

"Not before you give my pussy a good seeing to," she replied stopping and getting to her feet. 

This was one sexy lady, in all the time I'd known her I never looked at her in this way and I found myself envying stormin's sex goddess. She removed her skirt and went over to my sofa sitting down perched on the edge. Not losing eye contact she opened her legs spreading them wide.

She still had on her panties which where jammed into the folds of her pussy lips and with her right hand she pulled the fabric to one side. I could now see her meaty pussy for the first time and it had me almost coming on the spot, it was shaved completely bald showing the two lips open and glistening with juice. She then ran her hand across her pussy opening it more letting me see the pink interior before moving up to her clitoris and rolling it with her fingers.

"I thought you might want to rip my panties off so I left them on," she said grinning up at me. 

I was between her legs in a flash kneeling in front of her my cock in hand transfixed as she masturbated right there in front of me. 

"My pussy is so wet I think I'm going to come," she moaned and arched her back pushing her massive breasts out at me, she was making herself come not one foot from me. 

I reached up taking both tits in my hands, and digging my fingers into the soft flesh. 

"Ram your cock into me quick I'm coming," she almost shouted at me pulling me to her by my cock and pressing it up to her open pussy.

It slid in to the hilt and she let out a loud moan not stopping the work on her clitoris her hand a blur. Her pussy was on fire soaking wet, the muscle from her pussy sucking my cock deeper into her. I started pounding her hard right from the beginning slamming my cock into her hungry cunt.

"Yes! Don't stop, fuck me hard fuck me!!" she cried out going into convulsions totally impaled on my cock. 

She stopped playing with her pussy grabbing her own breasts with both hands mauling them and pinching her nipples as I rammed my cock into her as hard as I could really pounding her. 

I have never had a woman come so much and I couldn't even take the credit as she did most of the work.

"Take me like a dog!!" she cried out pushing me off her hard and rolling her great mass over onto her knees. Her ass was wide and huge already soaking wet between the crack from her leaking pussy.

I shuffled up behind her inserting my cock back into her pussy, slamming it in hard. With each trust into her I pulled her back onto me with such force causing her ass checks to shake and wobble about. I grabbed her panties and yanked them hard tearing them off her in one swift movement.

"Fuck my ass your bastard give me your big cock," she was having trouble breathing as she panted away below me. 

She straightened up freeing her breasts letting them flop wildly back and forth. She buried her head into the fabric of the sofa and began screaming obscenities into the cushions, the half of which I couldn't understand.

A couple of minutes more and she raised her head, her hair stuck to her head from sweet and growled at me, "Give me your cock up my asshole, I want you to fill my tight ass with your meat!"

I wanted to marry this lady. This was the total sex goddess that every man dreamed of having. I pulled my cock out of her dripping cunt and pressed it up to her asshole.

"Ram it in hard!" she ordered pushing back at me.

Holding her hips hard I shoved my cock into her tight puckered ass going half way in before pulling out only to repeat the process this time going all the way.

All she said over and over again was, "Oh yes fuck my ass, fuck it hard please I want to come!" 

She was already coming ramming her ass back onto my cock with such force I had trouble hanging on. 

"Don't come in me, I want it in my mouth," she panted not slowing down.

I was just about there now my cock felt like it would burst, "Take it all you filthy whore," I managed slamming into her.

"Yes! Fuck me like a whore, I'm your fuck slut do me!!" she was shouting at this stage.

I whipped my cock out from her ass on the verge of coming, she understood what was about to happen and spun around and sat on the sofa in front of me. She grabbed my cock like she hadn't had one in years and began to suck me like a wild animal, she'd suck me then pull out jacking my cock hard at her face. 

Within seconds of this treatment I shot a massive wad of spunk that hit her square on the forehead dribbling down her face. The second wad hit her nose and lips where by she once again engulfed my cock sucking what was left down her throat. I was cumming so much, that there was spunk leaking out each side of her lips and she let it run down her chin onto her sweaty tits. 

My knees buckled and I fell to the floor completely spent. She too fell back onto the sofa also spent breathing hard smiling at me. "Shit that was a good fuck!"

At this point, Tracy filled me in on their new lifestyle and how I was setup at the poker game the night before.

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That was close to sixteen years ago now, and Tony to this day still talks about the first time with my wife, as probably the most memorable. Tony didn't stop there. They fucked almost the whole afternoon away that day until I came calling on my wife. The two of them have been fucking ever since.



Lost Wife



I swear I could see the ripple go from her ass down her thigh and up her back. Then I did the other cheek just as hard. She let out a scream of pain.

"Did he ever spank you that hard," I demanded?"

"No," she sobbed.

"Has he ever used his belt on you?" I asked as I pulled my belt loose and struck the first blow.

"Oh god, never like that," she groaned as the welts rose angry and red after four more followed.

"Now get down on your knees, "I said as I stood next to her and dropped my pants. She complied and dutifully licked and sucked me until I came in her mouth. There was no love, I just fucked her face. 

After we finished I sat back down, she stayed on her knees. She was probably too sore to sit even if I gave her permission to do so. "Is this what you want Lana, is this what you need?"

"No.....yes....I don't know anymore." was her confused answer. "It's not what I want from you. I want your strength and love; I don't need the discipline from you. I love you."

"Then what is it that makes you go to him?"

She was crying now. "I don't know. I think it so ingrained on me now I can't stop myself." 

Her sobs grew louder and she moved on her knees closer to me. My hands stroked her hair, I loved his woman but she wasn't completely mine and I didn't know what I could do to keep her for myself. She offered up her lips and I leaned to kiss her. The sweetness of the kiss changed to passion and she rose to straddle my thighs. Her hand guided my cock to her pussy and she gingerly sank down on it, her thighs barely touching mine. 

She kept repeating, "I love you, I love you, I love you." as she slow fucked me using her vaginal muscles instead of bouncing up and down on me. It was one of the tenderest moments of out marriage. It was then my telephone rang, rousing us out of our bliss, it was Greg.

"Is she still there? I sent her for some clothes; it shouldn't have taken her so long. Where is she?"

"She is not going back to you. She's my wife and she is staying here with me. She loves me not you."

"Then I'll just have to go over there and take her back with me," he threatened.

"If you do it will be over my dead body," was my brave rejoinder.

And that's what it was, over my almost dead body. He came to get her, bursting through my door like some mad cave man. All he was missing was a club, which he obviously didn't need. Physically, I was no match for him and he beat me to a pulp and he left me unconscious on the kitchen floor. Besides the loose teeth and cracked ribs my body was a mass of bruises but the biggest pain was when I woke up. Lana was gone.

I was in the hospital for three days and when I came home all her clothes and personal effects were gone. It was as if she had never lived here and had never been my wife. I did all the usual things, cancelled the joint accounts, the credit cards, even, on the advice of my lawyer, ran an ad in the local paper that I was no longer responsible for her debts. But I never started divorce proceedings and strangely enough, neither did her. 

I didn't because I would be damned if I would give her half of my assets and pay her alimony while she was living with him. I didn't know why she didn't try to divorce me and I didn't care any more. At least that's what I said when our friends asked me what happened when it became obvious that she was with him and not me. I just said, "Her choice."

We lived not too far apart and it was impossible not to run into one another once in a while. She was always with him, she was never alone and I never spoke to her because of that. Seven months after she left me I was in a restaurant with some friends when just after we sat down, the guy next to me nudged me and said, "Isn't that Lana."

I looked over and sure enough it was, Greg and Lana and another couple. Three of them were laughing and joking but Lana was sitting there quiet and subdued. I watched her answer if addressed but otherwise she was silent, she was more an observer than a participant. She never turned or looked around and I don't think she ever knew that I was there. But I saw her when she got up to leave and I felt the pain of my beating all over again.

She was pregnant. She was beautiful. Damn it, I still loved her. She was still my wife but she was carrying his child. It was a crushing blow and I felt an infinite sadness that must have been reflected on my face. As luck would have it, that's when Greg noticed me. 

The son of a bitch had to do it, he had to come over to lord it over me and say, "You were married to her for five years and you couldn't knock her up. Well I did it in the first week we were together." 

I looked from him to her and I saw the tears running down her cheeks, I didn't think she was any happier than I was.

"Good for you," I replied, "I hope you are happier than she is. You can keep her and your bastard child for all I care." It's a good thing my friends were holding on to me because I would have attacked him and probably gotten the shit kicked out of me again.

Two months later, on a Sunday morning, my doorbell rang, When I answered it I amazed to see Lana standing there holding a pink blanketed bundle. The bundle was squirming. 

"Can I come in," Lana asked?

"Why," was my rejoinder?

"I want to show you our baby."

"Why would I be interested in seeing Greg's baby?"

"I didn't say it was Greg's, I said it was ours."

"OK, so it is yours and Greg's, so what."

"No silly, ours, as in yours and mine," she said as she placed the bundle in my arms.

"Lana, you left me nine months ago and you have been fucking him exclusively the whole time. How can this baby be mine?"

"First of all, I never fucked him, he fucked me. I told you I could have been a blow up doll. I couldn't stop letting him do it but I never responded to him and I never had an orgasm for him. Second, you never filed for a divorce and the one thing I could refuse him was that I would not do it either. And third, remember that morning when I came to get my clothes, the morning he came to get me, the morning he beat you senseless. Remember the beautiful love you made to me. That was the morning that this baby was made."

"Come on Lana, do you really think you can make me believe that?"

"What color are my eyes," she asked?

"Brown," I replied. I didn't even have to look at Lana to know the answer to that.

"Greg's are brown too, Now look at your daughter's eyes, just as blue as yours."

As I gazed into the bluest, most beautiful eyes in the world and as I did her little fingers grasped my pinky and I knew she would never let me go and I didn't want her too. She was mine.

"When I named her Harriet, after you, Greg threw me out. He told me he never wanted to see me again and that broke the hold he had over me. I will never have to go to him again. I love you Harry, I really do. Please let us stay with you. We are still married and your name is on her birth certificate as her father."

That big fat elephant was sitting there laughing at me. What was I going to do now?

Authors note:

This story could go either way at this point; it will be interesting to hear the reader's viewpoint. 

Don't hesitate to let me know how you would end it.



Lost Within



Scene I: The Confrontation and The Transformation

Enter from behind curtain, Kira, a raven-haired woman, aged 23, wearing a purple leather mini-skirt and a long sleeved, black mesh shirt over a purple tank top. She is wet from the thunderstorm outside. The lounge is dimly lit, except for a little lamp by a mirror. She stops, looks into full-length mirror on stage right. She shakes her head in disappointment. Rummages threw purse and grabs lipstick. Reapplies lipstick, tugs at and straightens skirt, runs fingers through hair. Nod in self approvement. Takes deep breath.



Kira: Jeeze, the rain is coming down hard. Did you hear that last thunder boom? Midori? Babe? Are you home? Walks downstage, and hears crashing sound. Lighting cracks and thunder shakes the house.

Midori: Screams between sobs

Kira: Where are you? Midori? Runs stage left, towards bedroom, panicked. Sees Midori throwing things and crying hysterically.



Midori, long blonde hair, is wearing a black silk robe, loosely tied, the hem hanging just above her knees.



Midori: Flushed, and having trouble breathing. Make-up is smeared and running down her cheeks WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!?!?! 

Kira: taken aback but the furiousness of Midori’s voice Answers with uncertainty Went… to… visit… Mom. Rapidly Baby, are you okay? What’s wrong? Did something happen? 

Midori: Breaks out into more sobs, throws a vase at the door

Kira: pleading Please, Babe, talk to me. What’s wrong?????

Midori: pissed and confused Went to visit your Mom? YOU WENT TO SEE MOM!!!!! She called an hour ago, wondering if you had left yet. YOU BLEW HER OFF!!!!! YOU NEVER WENT TO THE RESTURANT!!!!!

Kira: unconvincingly The traffic… was heavy. She had already left when I got there.

Midori: Why didn’t you call?

Kira: Something else is bothering you. Softly and tenderly Kitten- why are you crying?

Midori: points to the bed There’s a box on the bed for you.

Kira: excited Really? Glances at bed, walks downstage toward it 

Midori: choking down sobs, broken voice, shaking uncontrollablly, very quietly Who’s Cheyane?

Kira: Picks up the box, shakes it lightly Hmmmmmm… Wonder what’s in it?

Midori: Angrily Kira- who is Cheyane? Who is she?? 

Kira: Just a girlfriend from school, in my Psychology class.

Midori: Anxiously laughing Just a friend is she? Walks over to small table by bed, presses play on answering machine.

Voice of Cheyane: Hi, Kira. Its Cheyane, hope you enjoyed lunch. Dinner and dessert will be better I promise. Open the box. I thought that dress would look stunning on you tonight. See you at eight, Kitten. Love you.

Midori puts hands to temples collapes onto floor and howls. The thunder booms louder than before and you can hear the rain clash against the windows. Kira backs away, frightened.

Midori: Lifts herself from floor, her lips curl into evil smile She still just a friend? She called you Kitten. Kitten is the name you gave me! HOW DARE SHE!! HOW DARE YOU!!

Kira: Baby-

Midori: -Don’t “Baby” me, you wench.

Kira: It’s really not what you think, Kitten-

Midori: -Don’t call me Kitten, either. You won’t get away with hurting me again. Walks toward Kira slowly, Stiffly without feeling.

Kira: scared Babe, you’re scaring me. Please, we can talk this out. Drops to knees, begging I promise, she’s nothing to me. Kit-bab- Midori, you’re the one I love. 

Scene II: The Reunion

Midori: extreme emotion, scoffing at Kira Love means nothing to you. If it did we would not be here, doing this right now.

Kira: I mean it, Midori. Please give me another chance. Just one. I promise I’ll stay true to you. 

Midori: Laughing You can’t be trusted, the phone message proves that. How do I know otherwise?

Kira: Runs and grabs purse, fumbles thru it. Hmmmm… wait a minute, gotta go to the lounge. Runs out of bedroom.



Alone, Midori is furious and picks up the dress. Throws it into the box, and launches it into the fireplace. Laughs loudly and evilly. 



Kira: Returns with a bouquet of light pink orchids, and a little black pouch. Midori, I bought these on the way home this afternoon. Hands her flowers I know they don’t mean much now, but I still want you to have them. This is for you too. Hands her pouch.

Midori: Accepts pouch with caution and suspicion. Slowly opens drawstring and tips contents into hand. Places one hand on left temple and winces and lets out small cry. Soft roll of thunder and rain calms downs down. It- It’s beautiful. Kira- you didn’t have to.

Kira: Yes I did. I was wrong and had to make it up to you. It’s a Gold promise ring. Slips ring onto Midori’s left hand. From here on my love is only for you.



Midori collapses into Kira’s arms and they embrace as tears flood Midori’s eyes.

Kira: sweetly Shhhhhhh…… Everything is all right, Kitten. Picks up her Chin We are together and that is what counts. Shhhhhhhh…Quiet, Baby. Wiping tears from Midori’s cheeks

Midori: Confused Why am I crying? Why is everything broken? Kira, what happened? 

Kira: equally confused It’s okay. To herself Oh, God. What is happening to her? Returns attention to Midori Let’s get some rest, Baby.

Midori: Nodding yeah, that sounds good. Owwww…… Thunder rolls over house and lightning cracks. Grabs her head and lets out a sharp cry. Low voice with grin Yes, lets. Let us get some rest. 

Kira: Playfully with a hint of seduction I know what will make my Kitten feel better. Leads her to the bed. 

Scene III Revenge

The only light is a dim spotlight over the bed you watch Midori grab a flower from the vase and trace Kiras body with it. 

Kira: giggling Hey… Achoo… that tickles

Midori: Grinning Just relax.

The light dims out and muffled sounds can be heard. The light eases back on and Midori is rising from the bed with flower in her hand.

Midori: Grabs both temples and shakes head furiously, still clutching flower AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH………. Please, please stop! Runs from bedroom

Scene IV The realization

Midori enters from stage left into a half lit room seeming to be a lounge. The dim lighting reveals a sheer black teddy and pair of marabou trimmed bedroom heels. Midori stumbles to center stage and drops the brightly colored flower from her hand. She slides a golden ring off her left hand, laughing maliciously. Outside the thunderstorm rumbles and a quick flash of light enters the room. Midori collapses.

The sun floods the room exposing the exquisitely decorated room. One half is in shadow and is dark and gothic filled with gargoyles and griffons. The walls are a bleak gray and hanging upon them are paintings depicting torture and death. The other half is bright white decorated with flowers. These walls are covered in framed photographs of two attractive women, one of whom resembles Midori the other Kira. The motionless figure on the floor begins to stir. The lights are dimmed.

Midori: sits up slowly with hand to temple Wha- How’d I- what happened. Kira?

Looking around cautiously and in a state of confusion. She sees her ring lying next to the wilting orchid. Crawling toward it she notices a speckling of blood on its sagging petals

Midori: An Orchid? Blood? Oh, God! What happened??

Midori grabs her head suddenly and lets out a deafening howl

Midori: frightened Hello? Who’s there? 

Again she howls. Abruptly it stops. 

Midori: realizing it’s her voice she has been hearing. Oh, no. NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! This cant be real. C’mon Midori, Wake up! Wake up!

She violently grabs her head and shakes it until she collapses with exhaustion. Looking at the flower sly smile graces her pale fabricated face. Grabbing the ring and flower, Midori stands up and walks to the adjoined bedroom.

Midori: in a content purr, almost as if she had forgotten Oh, yes I remember. 

On the bed is Kira, lifeless and nude peppered with tiny dots of dried blood, Midori looks at her with a grimace of distain and spits on her former lover.

Midori: I did promise you that you would never hurt me again.

A continuous snicker escapes Midori lips. A horrible thunder boom invades the house. Again Midori faints.

Midori rises from the lavender carpet grabs the wrought iron footboard to pull herself up. Hoisting herself to the edge of the bed. She smiles sweetly as she notes Kira still sleeping. Shaking her proves otherwise as Midori falls backward off the bed.

Midori: shrieking out in an unintelligible manner in a kneeling position OHMYGOD! KIRA! PLEASE, PLEASE WAKE UP!! 

Sobbing uncontrollably, a sudden peacefulness overbears her and that same grin is visible

Midori: smoothly and calmly Yes. Yes, Kira you deserved it. 

Scene V The Circle

Cheyane, enters dripping wet from the rainstorm. She is wearing a white blouse and dark blue denim jeans. She shakes out the umbrella, and places it in the stand to dry. Looks in the mirror and fixes her ponytail. 

Cheyane: Kira?? Are you home? It’s me. Walks around the lounge, picking up photos and placing them face down. 

Midori: Smiling grimly You must be Cheyane. Kira has, did, say so much about you. Taunting But you know, that dress wasn’t her color after all.

Cheyane: steps back Where’s Kira?

Midori: Laughs to herself. She is lying down, if you’ll follow me please… Leads her off to bedroom

Cheyane: OHMYGOD!! SHE’S- SHE’S DEAD!!

Midori: And so are you.

The lighting cracks and the lights go out.



Lost Without You



***I apologize in advance for the build up on this story. I like the tension in stories so I tend to write those. Please let me know if I should continue this. I wrote it some time ago and it really is about my life years ago. ***



She wasn't the kind of woman who made men stop and stare, but as she made her way into the Central Bank and Trust, one was openly gawking. Her hair was a nondescript brown to most but that one. Her eyes, brown also, wouldn't have written any sonnets anytime soon, but in just the right light it sparkled. Her body wasn't the average pinups, but she was just like every other woman in the world. She carried more weight than was socially accepted in modern times, but ages ago she would have been considered a prize. 

To the one staring, she was a ghost he thought he'd put to rest. Nothing could keep his gaze from her as she pulled open the double doors and walked across the tiled floor. Just like he remembered she gazed at the ground as she walked, still afraid to face life head on. The shock of her was surprising. He'd thought he had put her behind him, closing the door to a side of him that had at times scared the hell out of him as much as it aroused him. 

He stared openly as she waited for the clerk in front of her finished with another customer. This gave him time to look for any changes that might have come over her. There weren't many. From the chair in his glassed-in office he could only see perfection. Yes, she was overweight, but that didn't matter to him. He loved a woman who could support him as he sank deep into her. At 6'5 and 275lbs he was no lightweight himself so he didn't share most men's fascination with skinny bitches. In his opinion, God had done the right thing giving women curves. Nothing sucked more than pulling a woman against you and feeling bone. 

His gaze started at the top of her head and went downward. Her hair was longer, almost to the middle of her back now. He could still feel how soft and silky that hair had felt sliding through his fingers. It was a lovely caramel brown and he could see that she'd been outside in the sun by the streaks of blond that were in. She'd told him once that she'd actually been blond until her early teens. Not long after she turning 13 her hair had changed, along with the rest of her body. 

With her back to him, he couldn't see the one asset she had that had drawn him to her like a moth to a flame. Her breasts were amazing. Even years later, he knew for a fact that could still be said. They were bigger than a handful for most men but his hands, large and worn, had cupped them as if God had made her especially for him. 40DDs and they were one thing she had actually liked about her. He could still hear the grin in her voice as she told him that men didn't think she had too many endearing assets other than those puppies. He'd disagreed with her then and still did.

She was dressed like most women who were her age: jeans and a short T-shirt that ended just above her other best asset. Her ass was a thing of beauty in his own slightly bias opinion. She liked to complain that it wasn't big, just broad but he loved it. Her hips flared out so loving, giving her the ultimate hourglass figure. And yes, there was more to it, but that just meant she wouldn't break when he bent her over his desk. 

She'd finally made it up to the counter and he could almost hear her sweet southern voice again. Just like that it was 2003 and he was sitting at work, looking for possible dates online. Their relationship had been like so many others out there. He had found her profile on an internet dating site and it had been lust at first sight. Her picture had drawn him first to her. She was gorgeous and he couldn't wait to tell her just that. Within seconds of seeing her photo, he was already imagining her naked, underneath him. 

He had been almost scared to Instant Message her, afraid she would be nothing like her profile proclaimed. And he was afraid his age might bother her also. She was 21 according to her profile but he was almost 30. Some chicks had a problem with an age difference like that.

So needless to say, he had held his breath after he instant message Abigail Renee Thomas. He sent his oh so clever message of Hi, what's up and then just stared at the screen, begging it silently to reload. It had seemed to take forever before he'd gotten her hesitant reply that she wasn't doing anything and did she know him. And with those few sentences the love affair that was theirs had started. 

At first all they'd done was chat back and forth online. He knew he wasn't the only person she chatted with but it hadn't bothered him. Usually she was the one who instigated their conversations anyway. He was happy just to sit back and take any spare word she had to say to him. He'd let her know he had gotten her name from her personal and she'd been intrigued with him. Seems she hadn't gotten too much of a response from it. 

One night as they talked, she had worked up the courage to ask him what he had liked about her profile. At first he'd said she had seemed nice and that the details she had included about herself had drawn him to her. But before long she was asking him for his truthful answer and he had to tell her it was her beautiful body. After he sent that message she hadn't sent anything back. They'd sat there for almost 10 minutes until he had asked her what the matter was. He'd gotten a terse reply of, "There was no reason to lie and I don't like liars."

Now being the guy he was, he's actually had to scroll back up to see what it was that offended her so. He couldn't for the life of him figure out what he had said that had bothered her so much and he told her just that.

Abby had said that she knew she wasn't beautiful and she didn't appreciate being used as soon kind of cruel joke. Cameron sat there and stared at the screen for a few minutes. Wasn't beautiful? Did this chick not have a mirror or something? She was smoking hot and he couldn't believe that she didn't see that.

This had bothered him so he continued to bug her by IM'ing her even though she begged him to stop. He had sung her praises, commented her on her hair as well as her beautiful eyes. Then unable to help himself, he'd told her just how much he found her lips desirable. Plump and juicy, they made a man think of long morning blowjobs before work. In fact, his favorite fantasy of her was of her on her knees, gazing up at him with those gorgeous eyes as her lips parted on his cock.

He had told her that her lips had just been one of her features he loved, but what had really drawn him were her large breasts filling out the white tank top she'd had on in her profile picture. The amount of creamy white skin had left almost breathless and he just imagine leaving love marks on her silky looking skin. None of this he actually told her, just that he, of course, thought that she was gorgeous and he would never lie about that. 

For some reason she had believed him and had continued to speak to him. Before long she was asking him to view her webcam and the first time he got a chance to see her in real time was one that still had the power to leave him speechless and drooling. 

He had been enjoying a regular night at the paper mill where he worked as a floor manager when she'd popped onto his screen. Just her screen name coming online was enough to make his heart beat faster. It was less than a second before Abby_angel was saying howdy to him. 

That night she had seemed happier and looser with him and maybe that was the reason she let him see her. Whatever the reason, he couldn't deny her request and for the first time since he'd seen her picture on her profile, he was looking at her. 

Her hair had been pulled into a complicated top knot that only women knew how to do. That night she'd been wearing her glasses, an occasion that didn't happen too often, he soon found out. He liked to tease her that she was too vain to wear her glasses in front of people. Sure, they'd been kind of thick but that hadn't changed her sex appeal in one bit. They had in fact turned him on, putting images of him pulling them from her face before leaning into kiss her. 

He had watched for hours that first night, each second seeming better than the one before. He'd learned that when she was flirting, her cheeks turned such a becoming red that he had to wonder if it didn't cover other places as well. However he had discovered his favorite thing about her was her smile. When she smiled she went from ordinary to stunning. The sad thing in his eyes though seemed to be the fact she seemed to have no idea just how beautiful she really was. He would make a comment concerning some random part of her body and her usual response was yeah right. She had no self-esteem at all and that worried his incessantly. He wasn't sure if he should continue pursing her for fear she would not know the power her body had on him.

To discover just how innocent she really was, he spent hours asking leading questions concerning her sexuality. He quickly learned that she might have appeared all sweetness and light, but underneath that Hello Kitty nightshirt lived the heart and soul of a Grade A slut. She told him stories of sexual threesomes and about seducing one of her dad's best friends when she was only 16. She was into bondage, loved to be spanked and had a thing for the rough shit. Hearing this, he knew she was just the one for him.

Within a week of talking online, he suggested talking on the phone. She quickly agreed. She still lived with her parents so they had to be careful but she could talk for a little while. Knowing that they had to sneak around made it seem all that more taboo. He knew he needed to leave this little girl alone but he couldn't. 

That night, as he left work to head home to talk to her, once again his stomach was full of butterflies. He was frightened that she'd hate his voice. He had a thick southern accent, even deeper than hers and it made him slightly self-conscious at times. Plus he was afraid that he would say something stupid and she would know that he was a giant loser. 

All the way home, during the 10 minute drive to his apartment, he tried to talk himself out of calling but as soon as he got in the door, he grabbed up the phone to call her. A thousand thoughts went through his head, and none were tangent enough to grab a hold to. He was so screwed if this chick didn't like him. He was half obsessed with her now and he was afraid that if she didn't like him, he might cry or even beg her to give him another chance. 

Almost on autopilot he undressed by his bed before slipping between the sheet wearing nothing but his tighty-whiteys. One of the best things about working second shift was that he got a chance to see a different part of the day than most people. Worse part was that he didn't have too many people to talk to 'cause they were already headed to bed. 

One of the greatest things about Abby was that as a college student she didn't have to be to bed with the chickens so he could call as late as he wanted. 

Once he was comfortable in his bed, he dialed the number that he'd already memorized. It rang only twice before a soft, husky voice said hello. 

Cam stammered, "Can I speak to Abigail, please?"

She had giggled at him and he'd known he was talking to her. That night had been one of many firsts for him. It was the first time he'd ever talked on the phone for 4 hours about nothing and everything. It was also the first time called her sugar britches. She, of course, had wanted to know why he called her that. He'd answered swiftly and honestly that he thought she was sweet enough to eat. 

The line had gone quiet and for a second he thought he had said something wrong. However it wasn't long before she was back on the line giggling and telling him how he was so full of shit. 

He'd gotten off the phone that night only 'cause she had finally needed to go to sleep before classes the next day. He truthfully could have talked all night long. 

The night after that had been much the same as well as the night after that. A routine had quickly emerged and neither one of them seemed to mind. He would come online when he got to work and hang around until she'd pop onto his screen around 9 o'clock. They would then arrange a time for him to call her and then he would go do his job. 

Their talks had been mildly innocent with a little naughtiness thrown in here and there. That is until the first time he got a full, open view of her bare breasts. The night had started like every other. They'd been speaking of nothing and he'd been itching for her to ask him to view her. She'd been kind of hesitant for some reason and that had sort of worried him, but after him repeatedly asking, she had finally let him see her. 

When her box had filled his screen there had been nothing out of the ordinary. She'd been wearing a red tank top that had shown the twins quite nicely. Her hair had been down that time and he'd gotten a chance to see her fiddle with it like little girls do.

She'd asked him how the night was going and just before he looked down to type his response, she had flashed him. This had been more than a quick flash however. Her large round tits had seem to float in front of the camera for a good 2 minutes before she'd stuffed them back into the tank, but not before thumbing her tight rosy nipples.

He'd almost fallen out his chair at work. As it was, he'd dropped the mouse and had to quickly grab it off the floor before looking to make sure no one was watching. Thankfully he was alone in the office or he could have lost his job.

Not sure he should say anything, he'd sent her his original response and just sorta left it at that. She hadn't said anything about the show and he decided to just let the matter lie where it was.

He tried to go back to work once he was finished talking to her but the picture of her unbound breasts kept running through his head. His cock was rock hard and he was finding it very hard to concentrate so he decided to do the only thing he could do: jerk off. He called his next in command and told him he was going on break. Then knowing it wouldn't take that long considering just how fucking hot her tits had made him, he hightailed it to the bathroom.

After making sure he was alone in the room, he selected a stall and closed the door. Unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans, he sat down on the toilet and closed his eyes. Being a healthy male this wasn't the first time he'd masturbated at work and he was ashamed to realize that since contacting Abby, he had jerked off every night since. 

He cycled through different scenarios before settling on his personal favorite. Abby was lying on his bed tied down, her legs spread wide. She was wearing a pair of wrist straps and a small white thong. This being his favorite fantasy, he knew that she's been tied to the bed for a while he did errands around town. She'd been unhappy when he'd left her there with only a few words. 

When he reentered the room, her eye would brighten and a sweet smile would come over her face. Once again he'd been shocked by the change that had overtaken her. Gone was the slightly bookish girl with too much acne and big teeth to be replaced with a mysterious lush woman whose smiles held more secrets than the Mona Lisa's.

Her nipples would tighten as he approached her on the bed. Since it was his fantasy, he could smell her arousal for him and it was a heady thing. To know he could make her wild for him, when so many other's had tried, made him feel like a hundred bucks. He knew that he wasn't the only one she could be with, hell he'd have to be delusional to think that, but he loved the fact that he could make her smile, make her wet and KNOW without a shadow of a doubt that she was creaming just for him. 

As he made his way across his fantasy bedroom, his clothing disappeared, leaving him standing naked in front of her. He was a man, which fact was made evident by the large erection that seemed to point toward her parted lips. He was tall, 6'5, and weighed a whopping 275 lbs, a fact that she told him she loved. She had confided in him once that she liked her men tall, because it made her feel dainty. She had laughed as she said this; before going on to say that there weren't too many times she had the opportunity to feel small. His eyes, fixed firmly on her large tits, were a chocolate brown that made most women sink into, or at least that's what they like to tell him. He was bald-headed but if he'd let his hair grow it would be a strawberry blonde, hence the reason he shaved it. He was covered in tattoos, a misguided attempt to make him appear cooler than he actually was. He liked to joke that if he'd know that it would turn most of the ladies away, he never would have done it. 

Just like in every fantasy he had that involved her, her eyes would widen and throat would work for a gasp that wouldn't come as he made his way to the bed. 

"What's the matter, sugar britches," he asked knowing what had put that look into her eyes. 

Her eyes would jerk to his and a beautiful blush would flood her face before traveling down her neck to her breasts. As if on a string, his hand would move to her cheek, following the blush's path before ending on her large breast. She'd moan and arch into his hand. Abby's beautiful ass would rub against the mattress as she enjoyed the feel of his hands on her tits. 

Her back arched into his hand as his thumb and forefinger pinched her bountiful nipple. Her breath became short and the arousal was evident in her face. 

"You're so big. I don't think you're going to fit," she'd say after a few minutes of nipple pulling. 

Now Cam knew he was a large man, that goes without saying. He was tall and wide and if he hadn't been a good size then something would have been wrong. He knew that she'd be surprise by the size but knew that with some hard work, they fit together like a hand and glove. In fact, even though he appeared large to himself in his fantasy, he was actually smaller than what he was in real life. Seeing how distressed she was becoming as she watched his dick bob and jerk in front of her face bothered him so he tried to reassure her. 

"We would take it nice and slow, sugar britches. I would never just shove it into your mouth before I made sure you knew just what you were getting into." He paused for effect. "You were talking about your mouth, weren't you?"

Abby once again blushed and squirmed. Cam had no idea why he made her more innocent than she claimed. However it excited him to think of training her, showing her patiently what he liked and didn't like. 

Her voice was hesitant and barely above a whisper as she replied, "I was actually NOT talking about my mouth. I was talking about you fucking me hard and long with your gigantic cock until I cream over and over again. Don't you want to fuck me?" she said in that little girl voice that he'd come to know and love. 

That's all it ever took to send him over the edge. His cum filled the palm of his hand and the only sound that could be heard was a quiet UHH as he released the pressure that had built up in just a few minutes. 

After that first night, it became his mission in life to catch another glimpse of the elusive breasts that were hers. And thankfully she didn't disappoint. The words were never said but somehow she knew that he was foaming at the mouth with the thought of those gorgeous breasts. 

She would come online in hardly anything and he would just know that that night he would see them and perhaps more. Abby didn't show every night; maybe she thought she'd seem cheap or whorish. So every chance he got to see her body was precious and breathtaking. 

Every show was a little different. After the first one, she seemed to gain confidence and before long she was showing her partly covered ass, and mound. He especially loved it when she wore her costume. Abby and Cam had both grown up in the south and while Catholic school uniform weren't unheard of, they were really just for bedroom play here. Well, like almost every other woman in the US, Abby had the outfit and damn if she didn't fill that thing out.




Lost Without You



When she wore her outfit, she went all out. Her hair would be in pigtails and her cute black square glasses would be perched on her nose. A plain white button-down shirt would be pulled tight over her tits and he could clearly see she wasn't wearing a bra. The skirt was SHORT. It barely covered her large ass, a fact she was very aware of. She'd flint around her bedroom; not really doing anything, just giving him and lord knew how many other men a chance to see her in all her glory.

At first, the thought of her having other guys watching had been fine with him. He didn't own her and all that other feminist shit that filled women's heads nowadays. However, the more he watched her and the more they spoke, the more he'd begun to resent the way her eyes sparkled and laughed at something someone else said. Being a smart man, he never said this to her though. He however decided that they should meet and went full force into getting her to agree to it.

She'd been surprisingly easy to convince to take that next step. He'd ask only once and she'd loved the idea. Sure, they'd only been talking for a few weeks but he knew that he needed to do something before someone else grabbed her up and he didn't get the chance to see her naked flesh in person.

Cameron came back to himself in his office with just enough time to see her leave the bank. He still continued to stare for a long while afterwards though. His mind kept rerunning the scene, pausing when she'd looked at him as if she didn't know him. The look in her eyes, that gorgeous caramel brown with flecks of green, had been unmistakable. She'd known who he was and wasn't happy they'd seen each other. 

It was true they'd left things short between them yet he harbored no hard feelings at all toward her. The same couldn't be said for her apparently. Unbidden his mind filtered back to the last time he'd seen her, the only time he'd seen her. She'd pulled into the parking lot of the Burger King and literally skipped to his truck. Even then he'd known the beauty on the outside was unmatched by the fire and passion on the inside of her. 

She had strolled up to his truck and playfully knocked on the passenger side door before asking in her sweet southern voice, "Can I come in?"

Her voice had sent shivers down his spine. Sure he'd talked to her on the phone but being that close to her, hearing her words and being able to watch her full lips form the words had almost sent him into convulsions. 

If he remembered correctly, he thought he'd sat there for a few seconds, staring at her stupidly before leaning over and opening the door. "Sure," he'd whispered," That's why we're here, remember?"

She had grinned at him before opening the door and hopping into the large truck. As she sat down, she pulled the mini skirt she was wearing down. This gave him an excuse to openly ogle her legs. They were chunky, no doubt about it, but that was one of the reasons he liked her. She had more than enough meat on her bones to support him. 

"So," she said softly, "what brings you to a place like this?"

"I--" Suddenly his mind was pulled back from the past as Jennifer entered his office. "Sorry, sir, I knocked but didn't get an answer. I just need to get you to sign off on this large account."

She walked across his office and laid the papers she was carrying on his desk. Normally at the bank the assistant manager signed off on all the large accounts but today he'd called in sick. 

"It's ok, Jenn. Whatcha got?"

"The lady I just had at my window, the plump one, she just put 6 million dollars in a checking account and 17 million in savings," she continued to talk but his attention had flown to the papers in front of him at the mention of Abby.

They were her papers. With her private information on them. Such as her address. He could track her down, ask himself in and...what? She would open the door with open arms, beg him to fuck her in every room of her house and then ask him to marry her? Yeah, maybe if he grew a new face and could change the last five years. He knew the likelihood of her even agreeing to open the door for him was slim with almost no chance in hell of happening. 

"... and I had to get a copy of her divorce decree because she hadn't had a chance to get her driver license changed yet. She said she was on her way to do that as soon as she left the bank," Jennifer continued.

Divorce? She'd gotten divorced? He remembered she had mentioned she was getting married the last time he had spoken to her. Unconsciously an image of her in white making her way down the aisle entered his mind. She would be smiling, happy to finally be his wife. He would be smiling back at her, unable to contain his excitement of their life together. 

"Sir?"

Jennifer pulled him once again from his thoughts. "Yes?" he asked huskily. 

"Should I have not taken the money? She seemed like a nice person. Plus none of the bills came back stolen," she said, staring at him with confusion and fear on her face. 

"No, it's fine. It's just amazing that someone that young," THAT BEAUTIFUL, "could be that rich," he said with obvious mirth in his voice. 

"Yeah, I know. I was gonna ask her how she got the money but I figured that wasn't any of my business. And I wouldn't want to know if she'd married some old geezer just for a his money," she said with a giggle. 

He smiled and a plan began to formulate in his head. "Jennifer, you've already entered her in our computer system, right?"

"Yes, sir. She's already set up. Mr. Kent," his assistant bank manager,"has told me time and again to set up the account and then call him."

"Ok, that's fine. I'm just gonna finish up some paperwork and then I'll get these to you to get scanned at the end of the day." All branch paperwork was scanned and indexed into a super computer so the original then could be shredded. This made it nearly impossible to steal the information if you didn't work at the bank itself. 

"Ok, I leave at 5:30, ok?" she said, reminding him of a puppy begging for table scraps. At one time, not long after she started working there, he'd thought about asking her out. She had a cuteness that was universal. Nothing dramatic but she was always seemed happy and made others happy to be around her. He had never asked because he knew she wouldn't be prepared for someone like him. She had an innocence about her that suggested she was only use to one kind of man. He liked his women with an air of knowledge. He didn't want to spend precious time teaching some sweet young thing what was fun and what wasn't. 

Abby had had that knowledge or so he'd thought. She'd told him of past flings with men and led him to think she knew the score. She'd lied. Just seconds after seeing her, seeing her innocent smile, he had known she'd pulled a fast one on him. Still he hadn't left, hadn't sent her running back to her mother's loving arms. Instead he'd pulled her into his own.

CHAPTER 2

Abby stepped from the bank into the stifling summer heat and sighed. The whole point of moving two hours away from her family was the chance of a cooler summer. However in the wonderful state of South Carolina, two hours away wasn't far enough to escape the heat. 

She hustled to her car which she'd had the misfortune of having to park two blocks away from the bank. By the time she reached her car door, she was covered in sweat. 

Still once she reached her car, she didn't do the sensible thing and get in with the AC blowing. No, instead she took a minute to gaze in wonder at her new car, an Acura TL. It had been her first major purchase after the divorce, other than her condo and she didn't regret it for a second. It was a sedate gray, with antilock brakes, cruise control, and air bags. It was the car that testified to the new life she was trying to prefect. Safe, trustworthy, modest and classy. All the things that she herself wanted to show the world she could be. 

Abby had been a bit of a wild child in her late teens/early 20s. She had done a lot of things she was not proud of but she was turning over a new leaf. When she thought back to those times it was amazing she hadn't gotten hurt physically.

College had been an eye opening experience for her just like millions of other women. However college hadn't gotten bad until she'd bought a laptop computer and discovered the wonders of free internet service. She had gone from the quiet kid, overweight and few friends, to being like simply 'cause she carried some extra pounds. Guys has been an unknown species and she had gone after discovering their secrets like a scientist who'd ID a new kind of species.

She'd soon discovered that she excelled at flirting and she loved seeing the look of lust on men's faces. At one time there would have been nothing she wouldn't have done for the attention. In fact to some what she had done was worse than death.

She'd like to think that she never tried to hurt someone knowingly but that just wasn't true. She'd seen almost all those guys as a challenge. They were research into the human mind and she soaked up every second she could. 

Abby climbed into her car and crank it, shivering slightly as the cold air flew from the vents. She took the time to adjust the flow of the vents but it wasn't long before her mind was returning to previous thought. Being raised in a small southern town, she hasn't had a whole lot of experience with the type of guys she tended to gravitate to.

The majority of the guys were older, taller than the norm, and all of them in some ways enjoyed the same things sexually that she liked, or thought she liked. She had been a virgin until she met her husband, a feat that still had the power to shock the hell out of the people that truly knew her. 

She might have been virginal but in no way was she innocent. She'd always been a bit of a scholar, reading almost everything she got her hands on. By the time she was 12, she was reading romance novels and with a very active imagination it was never hard to imagine what the characters in the books were doing. 

By the time she was 15, she was manipulating her parents into leaving her at the local library on Saturdays while her mother worked a few blocks down. This gave her the chance to view the books that her mother would never knowing let her read. One such book was Vox by Nicholson Baker, where there was open talk of phone sex and bestiality. She learned that there were woman out there that had fantasy such as hers with chains, hair pulling, and humiliation. 

So it was only natural that when given the greatest tool to research, the internet, that she used all her smarts to discover just what was out there.

Abby pulled from the space and headed to her brand spanking new condo. All the way there she thought about her relatively quiet education into all things sexual. She'd found a website unlike any other, one that let her write those fantasies down, and purge those feelings from her psyche. Still deep inside she felt ashamed for the feelings that she carried around. For her greatest fantasy involved a taboo that most would have argued was punishable by death.

Abby was a daddy's girl. She enjoyed age play and the relationship that so-called fathers and daughters shared. Yes, it was a sexually driven fetish that she hid so becomingly behind her oversize clothing and modest ways. But it was her fetish, one that caused her hours of mental anguish nevertheless. She knew now that her feelings had stemmed from the lack of paternal care in her home life growing up. Yes, she had had a father but he had not been hands on. He had left a serious disconnect inside her that only those dirty thoughts had filled. 

Abby didn't want to have sexual relations with HER father. Actually the thought of that left a very bad taste in her mouth. However a man, someone older, experienced, who harbored paternal feelings toward her, was what she craved. So being open to a new experience and all it had to offer, she went in search of the elusive Daddy for her world. 

Abby smirked as she opened to door to her condo, thinking about all the crap she'd done to try and find him. She'd had a fling with an older couple simply because she could. That is until the wife became uncomfortable with the idea of sharing her asshole of a husband. Abby felt only the slightest twinge when she thought of them now, however. The guilt from the experience was mostly because she'd had the pleasure of meeting the couple's children and had really liked them. She had been a stopping point in that marriage. The man had given the wife an ultimatum, forcing her to share with him or he'd find someone to spend time with. 

For a while each new person she met she used as a learning experience. With the couple, she learned more than one thing. She swore she'd never have a threesome again or at least one that involved 2 women, unless the girl was really REALLY into it. She wouldn't mind though having one with 2 guys. But she'd quickly discovered that chicks were scary and thought way too much. She'd also noticed that while she might like certain things that might be considered BDSM, the majority of what she liked was roleplay, humilation, and age play. She quickly found out pain was not for her and made a fact to let people she met afterward know that. 

She took her high-heeled sandals off as she walked into her kitchen, letting them lay where she was. One of the greatest things about being divorced was that she didn't have to pick up behind herself if she didn't want to. It was great being able to answer to herself for the first time in a long time. 

After snagging an apple from her new fridge, she turned the TV to the music channel. After a long day, she need to relax and the main reason she'd gotten this apartment was the enormous garden tub that had been installed. Sure, there were other places she could have lived closer to the campus that she now worked at, but as soon as she'd seen that tub, this was the only place she'd wanted. 

After pouring bubble bath into the running tub, she pulled off her clothes. Usually Abby was the kind of no-nonsense woman who tried not to care how people saw her. Plus she saw herself as others didn't. She knew just what her flaws were but in her own mind, it was what was inside that counted. However she still had the tendancy to shy away from the bathroom mirror when she passed by it. 

Tonight however in this new house with the large tub filling nicely with hot water and the oh, so flattering florescent light she stopped and let herself look...critique.

Abby started at the top of her head and worked her way down. She pulled the tie from her hair and ran her fingers threw it. She tugged lightly, just enough to raise goose bumps on her skin. Her hair was thick and brown with natural highlights of red and blond. At 28, thankfully there weren't too many white strands mixed in. Her hair came to the bottom of her shoulder blades and complimented her chubby face.

Her eyes traced the curve of her face just seconds before her hands. Her cheeks were chubby but always had been. Her nickname when she was little was chipmunk, much to her udder distress. Her dad liked to say that as soon as he'd seen her in the hospital he'd known she was his from the cheeks they both shared. Abby joked that the name plate on the incubator had certainly helped. 

Her eyes were the same nondescript brown as millions of women but not too close together or far apart. They fit her face well and many said they were one of her best features, along with her hair. Her nose was slightly up tilted, giving her a slight "pixie-look" as her college roommate had told her once. Abby just tended to think it was large and oily. Abby had a few lines, laughter, mostly but a woman's face needed character as her wise ol' granny use to say, or no one would want to know the woman's story. Abby didn't know about all that so she made a mental note to add wrinkle cream to the grocery list. 

Her lips were one of most men's favorite things about her. They were plump, almost as large as a certain actress who would remain nameless. Her bottom lips brought to mind long summer afternoons spent kissing and blowjobs as one of her ex's had said so eloquently before. 

Her eyes wanted to skim over the rest of her body but she forced herself to look, to see herself as so many others did. High on most men's favorite body parts of women is a great set of tits. In this, Abby was in agreement. There was nothing better than looking at a nice pair of tits. Abby's tits were a nice pair of tits. Large but not to the point of grotesqueness. 40DD and still standing quite nicely if she did say so herself. With her weight that in itself was a hug accomplishment. Her nipples were pretty dusky rose surrounded by a lighter rose-colored areola. 

Abby's hands glided softly over her breasts and she sighed at the silky, hot feel of her skin underneath her fingertips. She lightly tweaked her nipples, grown hard from the hair pulling. That did it for her every time without fail. 

The rest of her body made her close her eyes and breathe deeply. She hated the way her stomach gently rolled out. Her thighs looked like tree-trunks compared to the other women she knew. Sometimes it was amazing that she'd ever attracted a man, much less gotten married. 

"Yeah, but look how well that one worked out for ya," she said to her mirrored self. 

She turned the water off and settled into the hot tub to relax. She leaned her head back and let her mind wonder back to the dark thoughts of before. 

Life certainly was strange, she pondered. Who would have thought she, Abigail Renee Thomas, would be sitting in this expensive condo, gearing up to start her new job as a teacher at a prestigious university. Things sure did get weird for small town girls' from South Carolina. 

Her childhood had been much like others down south. She'd grown up in a two-parent household with 2 older siblings. Money was never able to stretch far enough and most of the time the wolf was directly in the kitchen instead of the door. Her parents had loved her and her two older sisters but loved didn't always count. Especially when all your friends are getting new clothes and you're getting your sister's 80's cast offs. Still she'd had more in life than others and those early years had been good. 

It wasn't until she'd been older that she'd really notice how much she had never really lived. Abby had been a quiet child, never gotten into too much trouble. She'd left that to her older siblings. Maybe that's why her ordeal in her late teens had actually happened. 

Life didn't seem at times to want to give her a chance at goodness. She liked to joke that a person couldn't be happy 100% of the time. Hell, even 70 % was pushing it and that summed up her life in a nut shell. Her happiness was usually contingent on the people around her. If they were happy then thus she was content. Abby was a people pleasure, she always had been and perhaps that's what made her a great submissive. She would do whatever her man wanted her to without question. Ok, well maybe she questioned everyone in a while but usually she was good. 

Abby had quickly rebelled in college, but unlike a normal rebellion, she'd kept hers a secret and in a way that had made it seem all that much worse. To her parents, she'd still been that bookish, quiet little girl they'd raised. But online, she...well, she'd become a goddess.

Abby's life had quickly become a routine. She'd wake, and head straight to her computer. Depending on her class schedule, she'd surf the 'net until someone she chatted with came online. Being the shy girl she had never just went straight to flirting with a man. Instead she had built the tension by bantering with her audience. She'd become a bit of a celebrity over only a few short months. It had quickly gotten around certain web chatrooms that if you wanted, Abby would take her clothes off for you.




Lost Without You



Her main reason for doing it the first time was a dare. But it had quickly become an arousing way to meet men. In her peak, she would have up to 150 men looking at her naked online. Once she started getting naked online, it seemed logical to start offering more to the masses of men who took the time out of their days to look at her rose-tipped nipples. She invested in various appendages that she used to provide a level of excitement to her clientele. 

What had started as a perversion, something taboo, quickly became a way to make money. Abby, being one of the lucky children of today, had the skills to set up a website that charged the people watching for a small fee. It wasn't long before she had over 500 members and was offering two shows a day: one in the morning and the other late in the evening.

For a fat virgin with a bad body image, the idea that people, AKA men, wanted to see her naked AND would pay to do so, was mindblowing. 

Her clients were her main thought. While she was away from the computer, her thoughts were always on what she would do for the next show. She needed to keep it fresh was the mantra that was her business plan. She incorporated live shows, as well as provided taped segments that gave those unable to wait a chance to enjoy her. Abby provided a chat session that allowed her watchers a chance to praise, order, or woo her. She would dress in costumes occasionally for a change of venue. But always for more of her shows the objective was on her body.

She would masturbate on camera, insert dildos into her mouth, pull her nipples and generally use her body as if the men were in the room with her. But always in the back of her mind, it was a business, a way to make the money for school. Her orgasms were engineered, the sounds faked for those listening. Abby had at first been aroused by the level of want that her members felt but that had quickly worn off. It had quickly become a job, and like the porn star she pretended to be, she made a large part of her act up. She would simulate actual sex with a dildo but was never penetrated. She never actually played with her clit like she manufactured. Instead she would just rub her mound and ungulate for a few minutes. 

This went on for about 2 years. Clients came and went and over more time her business continued to grow. She was listed on one of the biggest adult websites and had in fact been nominated for a Woodie. The newness had long since left the rose, however, when HIS name had appeared on her computer screen.

The words from the song on the TV interrupted her thoughts. 

On the balcony gripping the rails 

slowly I'm pulling you near 

sayin shhhh babe dont make too much noise 

there's a lot of peoples who live around here

emotions running high 

my hands planted on your thighs

you feel me going up and down

and round and round and round

Girl when we make love all night

when we make good love all night

when we make love all night

we really make love

girl when we make love all night

when we make good love all night

when we make love all night

we really make love(come to daddy baby)

The song had the power to arouse her and along with the walk down memory lane, she let her hands roam over her body. Abby slid her hands down her neck to rest full on her soapy tits. With very little prodding her nipples began to respond to the song mixed with a vision of him.

She pulled her nipples harshly, arching and hissing into her hands before her soft hand continued down her rounded stomach to rest lightly on her clit. She rubbed the heel of her hand against the top of her mound, enjoying the feel of stubble. She shaved every once in a while but wasn't too fond of the bumps that came with the smooth feeling. Plus the feel sort of reminded her of a man's chin when the slight hair rubbed the palm of her hand. 

She caressed her clit as the image of Cam doing the things the song said. The feel of his hands on her was so real she opened her eyes to make sure they were still her own. When she discovered they were in fact her own, she felt a little bereft.

CHAPTER 3

Cam let himself out of his car and stared at the building in front of him. Like many buildings near the university it catered to professors and students alike. It had a bit of an industrial look and a slight neglected look to it. 

"You'd think as much as she spent on this place, it wouldn't be a total dump," he muttered as he started up the walk to her apartment door. 

The shock of seeing her earlier still made him stop and take a deep breathe. She was a ghost he had thought he'd put to rest. For a time he had thought they were going to be more than the insignificant players in each other's stories. They had some great times but fate sometimes doesn't listen to what you want. Instead it took a deep breath and kicked you squarely in the nuts, laughing the whole time. 

Cam made it to the door of her apartment and located the doorbell. Not for the first time since he'd gotten in his car at work, did he wonder if he was making a HUGE mistake. It had been 5 years and while he still felt that electricity run through him at the thought of her, apparently the same couldn't be said about her, as clearly witness by her reaction to merely glancing at him. 

The look on her face and the way she'd turned her nose up at him still had the ability to make his blood boil. And that more than anything made him stab the doorbell viciously. He paused, listening for the bell but as he leaned closer to the door, all he could hear were...moans?

Cameron jerked closer, laying his head against the door. He listened closely through the door and it wasn't long before the unmistakable sound of female moans and music filled his ears. The moans seemed to be in time with the music as if the person inside was responding to the song. 

Cam couldn't believe his ears. Did she have another man in there? Or a woman? Shit, she wasn't bisexual for nothing and while the thought of her licking, caressing, fucking some faceless woman was one he'd had before, he didn't want her moaning for anyone but him.

She'd only been in town for 2 damn days. How in the hell had she found someone else that fucking fast? He could just picture some random dude coming up to her on the street, asking her if she wanted to fuck and her saying sure. They would come back here where she would suck and fuck the dude into submission. The image of her on her knees filled his head, not unlike it often had, but this time his hands weren't the ones tangled in her hair, his cock wasn't sliding smoothly through those full lips of hers. The image was more than he could take and Cam jerked away from the door, heading back to the car. He couldn't do anything tonight if she was in there with some asshole. Again an image of her filled his head, it was one of the many that had haunted him since that fateful day in August all those years ago. She was naked, on all fours, with her ass raised for him to slide his cock into her. Again he wasn't the one grabbing her long brown tresses and slamming forward, wasn't experiencing the tight wonder of her cunt contracting around his cock.

His feet began to move again only this time he didn't continue down the concrete walkway to his car. Instead he walked around the side of the building. He wasn't sure what he was doing but suddenly he had to see. If she was with someone he just wanted a few seconds, a small glimpse of her naked body rising with each stroke. He knew it was crazy but he couldn't make his feet stop moving. 

Cam traveled around the side of the duplex and came to the first window. Thankfully her building was next to a similar one giving a small alleyway between the buildings, providing him cover from prying eyes. He didn't want people seeing him and thinking he was a peeping tom. Uh, which he guessed he technically want but it was for a great cause, he would like to think. If he didn't see her, he would go insane, and as an important person in the community that wouldn't do whatsoever. 

He snorted softly in amusement as he looked in the window. It was the bedroom of the house and he could clearly see that there wasn't anyone in the room. The large king size four-poster sat alone and he could imagine her tied down as he teased her clit with his cock. He would slide it up and down, up and down her clit until she begged him to fuck her cunt. 

His breath uneven, Cam continued down the side of the building to the next window. This one was slightly higher than the other, and at first he couldn't see things anything. Everything was fuzzy, making him think that his eye-sight was going but then he realized he was looking into the steam-filled mirror of the bathroom. The image was distorted but he could just make out the reflection of Abby in the bathtub. She was leaning back against the back of the tub and she was....alone! He looked harder, almost straining his eyes, searching for the person who had caused her to moan and groan. There was no one in the room however. He hadn't heard the door open. If there hadn't been anyone in the room with her, then why was she moaning uncontrollably?

He looked at her in the mirror, amazed by her beauty. Her hair was gathered off her neck, clipped to the back of her head. Her neck was arched graceful, giving him a perfect view of a bead of sweat that ran down her long neck. He watched it slide down her neck to her partially visible breast that rose and fell from the water. He looked harder and as he watched he could see that her hand was beneath the water between her thighs. She was masturbating. He couldn't believe his luck. 

Cam could only watch as she played with herself. He remembered how that cunt had felt around his finger and just like that he was back in his truck gazing at her. She was pattering on about something but he wasn't paying any attention. His gaze was locked fully on her tits through her sleeveless shirt. With every intake of breath they rose and called to him. 

He interrupted her words by tersely asking her if she wanted to go somewhere private. She blushed prettily before nodding eagerly. He cranked his truck and headed around the building to the back of a Super 8 motel. He backed his truck in before turning the engine back off. He turned to her, motioning her closer to him. She came when he called. 

"You are so beautiful, little girl. Can I kiss you?," he begged lightly.

She grinned before leaning into him, her small hands resting lightly on his large shoulders. He could smell strawberries and it made his mouth water. She paused, her lips just inches from his and whispered, "Kiss me."

He couldn't resist that pull and before she could draw another breath, his mouth slammed down to cover hers. The taste of her was intoxicating. She moaned beneath his mouth as his tongue sneaked into her mouth. His hands went to her hips, pulling her into his lap. She twined her arms around his neck, sinking her hands into his hair, pulling his head this way and that until her tongue had been in every section of his mouth. 

Cam allowed his hands to have free rein of her, sliding underneath her shirt to rub the smooth skin of her back and stomach. He knew that she had to feel his erection pressing into her. In fact her hips were moving against his, grinding her skirt-covered mound into the front of his jeans. She was making the most arousing noises and before he could stop himself, he had pulled her skirt up, palming her ass in his hands. 

With a gasp Abby pulled back and looked down at him. The look in her eyes made his cock jump. She flicked her nails over his nipples before leaning in to latch her mouth onto his neck. He could only groan, closing his eyes behind his sunglasses. Her mouth was hot and slick as she licked his pulse. He whispered into her ear, "You are such a little slut, aren't you?"

At first she didn't say anything and he worried that he had offended her, but when he pulled back he could see that she was grinning at him. "Well I told you I was. You didn't believe me though did you?" She said, speaking about one of the many things they had discussed in their talks. 

He smiled before pulling her back to him to kiss her again. "I didn't, but I love the fact that you are. I bet you're soaking wet right now aren't you?"

"I've been wet since I got in the car this morning to come here," she admitted ruefully. "That's why I was a little late. I had to run home really quick and change panties. The other one's I had on were soaking wet." She hummed as she said that, shimming her hips again his. 

"Let me feel," he asked huskily. Without waiting on an answer he ran a hand up her butt, pulling the string that slid between her cheeks. "How did you know I loved thongs by the way?"

"Lucky guess, what with you being male and all that," she quipped. 

He laughed softly, smacking her ass lightly. Abby started, moaning lightly as she continued to rub her cunt all over the front of his pants. His hand made its way underneath the tiny black string and he discovered that she hadn't been exaggerating. She was soaking wet. He had a quick guess that if he touched her too much she'd come all over his hand. The thought of that made his cock even harder than it already was. 

Cam knew that things were going way too fast but could not stop himself from caressing her clit. She groaned, shoving her cunt into his fingers. "Please," she whispered softly. 

"Please what little girl? Tell me what you need from me."

"Finger fuck me Cam, please," she begged.

"What do I get if I do," he asked, delaying what they both knew was coming. 

Abby looked his right in the eye before grabbing his hand from between her thighs. At first he thought that they were stopping but she simply raised his fingers to her lips, sucking them between. "I'll use my mouth to do more than just suck your fingers."

That was all that Cam needed. His other hand found the delta between her thighs, sliding up and down to collect all her juices. His eyes never left hers as he slid first one finger, then two inside her. "God," they both said at the feel of his fingers buried inside her. She was so tight! The feel of her was amazing and he couldn't wait until he could feel that tight vise trapping his cock inside. Her hips began a ride that was fast and hard. He wanted to tell her to slow down but he could tell that she was so close. Her eyes closed as she begged him to fuck her faster. He could watch as she slammed her body down on his fingers. 

Cam knew that it wouldn't take long and he was right. In just a few seconds, she was screaming. "Look at me," he ordered. She didn't respond at first so he repeated it, louder this time. She opened her eyes, seeing the arouse swirl in her eyes. "Who are you fucking, slut?"

The confusion was clear on her face. "Whaa-" she began only to stop when he curled his fingers into her G-spot. "I asked who are you fucking?"

"You," she said breathlessly trying her hardest to slam his fingers deeper into her body.

"And who am I?"

Abby opened her eyes and breathed, "Dadddyyy" With that one word she came in his hand. He felt her cunt contract on his fingers, saw the goosebumps that rose to her skin. After what seemed like hours she slumped forward into his waiting arms. She curled into his, laying her head on his shoulder for a few minutes before pulling back to kiss him softly on the lips. 

"Thank you," she whispered huskily.

"Oh you are very very welcome, little slut." 

She pulled back with a smile before climbing off his lap. He moved to grab her but she shook her head. "No, I promised," she said, her hand going to the zipper of his jeans. He sucked in a breath at the slight touch of her hand. 

"You are so big," she muttered as she slipped her hand into his jeans. "I knew you would be. I mean, you're so tall, I just knew the rest of you would be."

Cam couldn't think straight when she had his hand on his cock and told her so. She laughed a husky laugh as she stroked him; soft at first but slowly began applying more pressure. She watched his face as she slowly milked his cock. He could begin to feel as if he would blow in any second. He told her this and she pulled back suddenly. He groaned, grabbing for her hand to pull her back to him.

"Uh, uh uh," she teased. "I told you that I would suck your cock if you fucked me. And I never ever go back on my word."

Abby slithered down until her mouth was perched above his hard, purple veined cock. She looked up at his as she slid her tongue up one side and down another. Cam groaned, his hips jerking in response of her soft wet tongue against him. Precum had begun to gather on the tip, and without taking her eyes from him, she capped her mouth over just the head of him and sucked the cum into her mouth. 

"FUCK!!" he said. This girl was like a Hoover vacuum. 

She simply smiled and continued to suck just the tip. 

"Take me all the way into your mouth, slut," he order. Being the perfect submissive she did so. Her mouth slid up and down his cock slowly allowing him to control the speed by the hand on the back of her head. It wasn't long before he was slamming his cock faster and faster into her hot mouth. She didn't seem to mind when he pulled her hair harder than most would have liked. She simply hummed around his cock. 

"Look at me," he said, after her eyes had dropped to the task at hand. She pulled her brown eyes back to him and that was all that it took. Cam bellowed that he was gonna come. Abby continued to suck, increasing the suction. The first shot filled her mouth, causing her to gag a little. The second, third and fourth quickly followed. "Oh, fuck," he said.

She grinned up at him before climbing back into her seat beside him. Abby cuddled up against him, petting his chest until his heartbeat returned to normal. The rest of the time was spent talking of nothing and everything before he took her back to her car. They stopped at the restaurant where he bought her a drink when she said she needed something to cleanse her mouth with. 

With a small kiss on the side of her mouth, he watched her slip from his truck. She walked back to her car, pausing to wave slightly before climbing in. That was the last they'd seen each other until today 5 years later. 

Cam returned to himself in time to watch as Abby once again found her completion. Just as that day, her face turned slightly red and her breath accelerated. She mouthed something but in the mirror he couldn't tell what it was. She slumped down in the tub, her breast falling under the water and he knew that the show was over. Not taking the time to see her leave the tub for fear that she would see him as she got out the tub, he went back to his car. 

After seeing what he'd just seen there was no way that he couldn't go through with his plan to make her HIS for all time.