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Susan Ch. 01

By: K.K.



Chapter 1: Picture Perfect

My wife Susan is a beautiful woman. She is five feet six inches tall and weighs 115 pounds. Her legs are a cross between a model's and those of an athlete. They are shapely and not large while appearing to be strong and agile. The beautiful legs come together in the most wonderful Mound of Venus I have ever seen. Her ass is firm and nicely rounded and makes her look sexy in anything she wears. Susan's hips and waist create a very nice smooth curve. Susan wears a 36C bra but her breasts are of such fine shape and firmness that she can go without a bra anytime she pleases. He short dark brown hair and her beautiful blue eyes sometimes make me think of a young Liz Taylor. Susan's near flawless beauty is what I love most about her because frankly, the rest of the package can be hard to deal with. 

Susan and I have been married for seven years and during that time Susan has been demanding, overbearing, selfish, dominating, jealous, and sometimes just plain nasty. The problem for me is that when Susan isn't exhibiting one of these annoying traits she can be very loving and she is so beautiful I just can't stay made at her.

I think that part of Susan's problem is that she knows that she's beautiful. How could she not know when people have been telling her that all her life. She's used getting her way because people fall over her to give her what she wants just so that she will smile at them. Don't get me wrong, Susan is not a terrible person. Inside of her there is a very loving decent person that comes out sometimes but doesn't know how to stay out. I know that Susan loves me because I am about the only person that gets to see the sweet Susan. Unfortunately, I only get that privilege on rare occasions. In the main Susan tries to totally control me. She tells me what to wear, what kind of car I should drive, what clubs I should join, what charities I should do volunteer work for, and who my friends should be. I don't really mind most of these things except that her choices for me are always based on how they can help her. Susan is also very jealous. Anytime she sees me talking to another woman or if I get a call from a woman Susan wants to know who I was talking to and what we were talking about. Then she asks questions like, "Do you think she is prettier than me?" or "Is there something going on between you two?" I have always been a faithful husband to my Susan so I find all these questions very bothersome.

Now after seven years of marriage I realized that Susan was not going to change into the loving person she keeps hidden inside and although I am still almost mesmerized by her beauty lately I often think I may have to leave her so that I can get back control of my life.

Now with all that as background I can begin to tell you about recent events that have changed my life. A few months ago Susan started telling me about a friend of hers at work. It started out as comments like "This friend of mine at work is so funny" or "My friend told me a great story the other day." This went on for a couple of weeks before she mentioned that her friend was a man and his name was Bob. I was getting the feeling that this whole 'Bob' thing was just a game she was playing to make me jealous but it didn't work, at least not right away. Susan continued to tell me stories about how great Bob was; how funny, how smart, how good an athlete, etc. I was beginning to get tired of hearing about Bob and finally I told Susan that I really didn't care to hear any more stories about her great friend Bob. Susan accused me of being jealous and that I had no reason to be. Bob was just a friend and would continue to be and she wouldn't discuss it with me any further. The next day Susan came home from work and started telling me another tail of Bob's greatness. I was absolutely sure that Susan was not up to anything with Bob other than to make me jealous but in spite of that it was beginning to get to me. I didn't know if it was jealously or if I was just mad at Susan for playing games. 

The following Friday we made plans to meet some friends for drinks after work. As we all lived in different parts of the city or the suburbs but all worked in the city we always got together at Clancy's Pub. It is a nice Irish pub in the city not to far from where any of us worked. That night when Susan arrived there was a guy with her that I didn't recognize. Susan introduced him as her friend Bob. Bob was an average looking guy about 6 feet tall maybe 175 pounds nicely dressed. Bob joined right in our conversations but as he talked I failed to see any of the great sense of humor or intellect that Susan had ascribed to him. Maybe I wasn't being unbiased in my judgment but I didn't think he was anything special. As the evening went on I kept an eye on Bob to see if I could figure out what it is about him that Susan liked. It didn't take long to figure it out. Every time he got a chance to complement her he did. "You're so smart, you're so funny, you have great taste in clothes, etc.. I noticed when he spoke with other women in the pub he used the same complements. I think it was obvious to all of the guys and most of the women in the place that this guy was on the make. The complements were his come on. He sounded like a 70's lounge lizard. It was also obvious to me that when he looked at Susan it was with pure lust. He didn't want to be her good friend, he wanted to fuck her. I couldn't blame him for wanting that but I sure as hell wasn't going to allow it to happen.

On the ride home that evening Susan asked me what I thought of her friend Bob. Well she asked so I told her. I said, "He is no more a friend to you than a stud horse is to a mare. He doesn't want to be your friend he just wants to fuck you. He is just a guy on the make. He hit on every woman in the pub tonight using the same lines he's been trying on you for the last month or so. But I could see in his eyes that the main object of his sexual lust is you."

Susan got really pissed. "You're just saying that cause you're jealous. You feel threatened by any guy that speaks to me. It really bothers you to think that I have a male friend." The rest of the trip home was filled with Susan telling me about all of my short comings and that she didn't know if she could continue to put up with my petty jealousies. I knew from the tone of her voice that it was the alcohol talking. Generally Susan didn't get that nasty in her attacks on me unless she had too much to drink. Whenever Susan has more than four glasses of wine she turns nasty on me. Susan knows this about herself and seldom has more than three drinks. One good thing about Susan, whenever she has been nasty to me because of drinking too much she makes up to me in the morning by making love to me. It always amazes me that she can wake up early in the morning after a night of drinking and feel good. Most people would have a hangover if they had been as drunk as Susan had been.

Now we jump forward two weeks to another Friday. It's my birthday and Susan told me that morning that she had called some of our friends and asked them to meet us at Clancey's that evening for a little celebration. I asked who was coming and she named off a list of everyone we normally socialize with. Then Susan asked if I would mind if she invited Bob along. I said, "Yes I would mind." 

Susan said, "Why can't I have my friends at the party as well as yours?"

I responded "All of our friends are your friends. You knew these people before I did. As for Bob, I think I made it clear a couple of weeks ago that I don't like him and seeing as this is my birthday I would think that you would go along with me on this, at least for tonight."

Susan gave me a hurt look and said, "All right, but I don't think you're being fair."

As we left the house to drive into the city Susan said that she would need the car to pick up my gift and the birthday cake and asked if I could get a ride over to Clancey's. I told her that it wouldn't be a problem. Even if I had to walk it was only three blocks.

After work I got a ride with a friend who was coming to the party and we were at Clancey's by 6:15. Susan showed up with my gift and my cake about fifteen minutes later. Along with the cake and the gift she brought a surprise. Bob was with her. I took her aside and asked what he was doing there and Susan said that he had asked if he could come along and she didn't know how to say no. I told her that if he started fawning over her the way he was the last time saw him I would punch his lights out. Susan gave me a stern look and said, "You will do nothing of the sort. I will keep him away from you so there won't be any trouble." 

I mumbled, "This is my birthday, why should I have to put up this?"

Susan turned to me and said, "You are being a child. If you continue to act this way I won't speak to you." Then she went over to where Bob was standing and smiled at him and they headed for the bar.

I tried to act as if none of this was bothering me, but I was on fire inside. I kept an eye on Susan and Bob all evening. I noticed that Susan slipped past her three drink limit and after five drinks I could see that trouble was coming. She and Bob began to dance to all of the slow songs being played. Bob was putting his hands on her ass and pulling her close to him. Susan kept looking over at me to see what I was going to do. I tried to stay cool because I didn't want to make a scene in front of our friends. I knew if I tried to say anything to her she would turn nasty on me and embarrass us both in front of our friends. So I put up with her behavior until most of our friends had left for home. Then as Susan came over to the table to get her drink I told her it was time to leave. She said, "I'm not ready to leave yet."

I said, "Listen, you have had too much to drink and you know if we don't leave now this will turn ugly". As soon as I said it I knew I was in trouble. You can't tell Susan she's had too much to drink when she's had too much to drink. 

Susan said, "You just don't want me to have fun cause you're jealous that I have a friend and you don't have any friends. Don't worry, Bob's just a friend, he's not going to fuck me. To prove it I am going home with him and he won't fuck me. So leave me alone."

Now she was getting loud and I knew I had to get her out of there quick. I had to pee real bad so I said, "Wait right here for me, when I get back from the men's room we'll go home."

When I got back from the men's room she was gone. I looked around the bar quickly but she was nowhere in sight. I quickly headed outside. As I was coming out the front door of Clancey's I saw Susan leaving in a car and it looked like Bob was driving. I ran after the car calling Susan and she turned to look at me but they didn't stop. I ran back to our car thinking that I could catch up and follow them to find out where they were going. When I got to my car I realized that I didn't have the keys. Susan hadn't given them back to me when she got to the party. Now I was in a panic. I didn't know where she was going and I had no idea where Bob lived. I only knew that in spite of what Susan might think, Bob was going to try to fuck her if he could and in her condition she might let him.

I felt defeated. I went into the pub and asked them to call me a cab. I waited 15 minutes for the cab to arrive and then we started on the 20 minute ride home. As I sat in the cab I thought about the events of the evening and thought that they didn't amount to much as long as Susan doesn't let Bob get in here pants. But then I thought about our whole marriage and how Susan always manipulated me and got her way. I decided that I had had enough. When I got home I was going to pack some things and get a cab back into town, pick up my car and go away for the weekend. I thought giving myself some distance from Susan might help me think more clearly.

When we pulled up in front of my house Bob's car was there. I paid the cabby and went up to the door. I look through the window in the door. I could hear music coming from the family room in the back of the house but I couldn't see Susan. I opened the door as quietly as possible and crept in. I tiptoed into the kitchen. From there I could see into the family room. The two of them were on the sofa. Bob was all over Susan, kissing her and trying to open her blouse. Susan was kissing back but she wasn't letting Bob open her blouse. They stopped for a few minutes to finish the drinks they had made. While Susan was draining her glass I could hear Bob giving her reasons why she should give in and have sex with him. Susan just kept saying I don't know if that's such a good idea. I found myself watching these two very drunk people, not caring if they fucked each other or not. 

Bob started kissing Susan again and this time she let him open her blouse and unhook her bra. Bob began sucking on her nipples while at the same time he was trying to push his hand up under her skirt. Susan was trying to keep her legs together then suddenly her legs separated. Bob pushed his hand all the way up to her panties. I think that Bob and I both noticed at the same time, although I think I recognized the meaning quicker, that the reason Susan had open her legs was because she had passed out. I was debating what to do. Should I go in there and physically throw Bob out of my house? Should I wait to see if he would be a gentleman and cover Susan up or would he take advantage of her condition. I watched as he looked at Susan's face then her breasts, then he looked up her skirt at her panties. He picked up his drink and finished it. Then he sat back and laid his head back. I could now see how very drunk he was. He couldn't lift his head now. He looked like he wanted to get up but he couldn't. Then Bob joined Susan among the unconscious. 

I though to myself, 'Great now the show is over and I have two unconscious drunks to deal with.' I went into the room and tried to wake them. There was no way I was going to wake them, so I sat down and looked at my beautiful wife laying there with her breasts exposed, and her legs spread revealing her panty covered pussy. The scene gave me an erection and an idea. I decided to teach Susan a lesson she would never forget. First I got a blanket and pillows out of the closet and spread them on the floor. Next I lifted Susan off the sofa and put her on the blanket. I removed her panties then I went down on her pussy and licked and sucked on her until her pussy was good and wet. Then I dropped my pants and fucked my wife. The thoughts of what I was doing and planing to do had me so excited that I reached orgasm much quicker than I would have expected given that I was fucking an unconscious woman. After I had released my load inside Susan's pussy I wiped my still dripping cock across her mouth and in her hair.

Next I dragged Bob off the sofa and removed his pants, shoes, socks, and boxer shorts. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled him onto the blanket next to Susan. I took Susan's panties and stuffed them into Bob's shirt pocket. After that I went and got my Polaroid camera. As I was framing the picture I saw some of my cum starting to slowly leak out of Susan's pussy and run down between her ass cheeks. For some reason this site got me aroused again and also got my mind working on being even more devious. I set the camera down and went over and moved Susan down the blanket and rolled her onto her side and placed her head on Bob's hip just inches from his cock. Next I took Susan's hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock and started jerking my self off with her hand. Once again the image of what I was trying to do had me so hot that it didn't take me nearly as long to climax as I would have expected. When I felt myself starting to cum I moved Susan's hand so that most of my cum shot into her hand. I also let some land on her face and in her hair. Next I took her cum filled hand and put it around Bob's penis. I jerked Susan's hand up and down so that Bob's penis was covered with my cum. In spite of his condition Bob's penis became partially erect. Finally I positioned the two of them such that I was able to insert the end of Bob's cock into Susan's mouth. What a scene. It looked for all the world like Susan was sucking Bob off and he just blew his load in her mouth, on her face and in her hair.

I got the camera and took several pictures then put the camera away. I quickly packed a few things in a suit case and went to get my car keys out of Susan's hand bag. There next to the keys was the birthday card Susan had forgotten to give me. It was a very nice card and the words Susan wrote were even more special. They told how much I meant to her and how much she loved me and how she wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. Unfortunately this note was written by that sweet Susan hidden deep inside my wife, not by the overbaring bitch now drunk and unconscious on the floor. I got a piece of paper and wrote Susan a note. I said, "I can't forgive you for what you did to me last night or for all the little things you have done over the last seven years to make me less of a man. But if you should ever decide to become the Susan who wrote this card I would be yours forever, because I could forgive her anything."

I left the note with the card and one of the pictures I had just taken. Then I called a cab. As I waited for the cab I looked at the scene I had created in the floor in the other room. Knowing Susan as I do, she will wake up early, maybe 5:30 or 6:00 am to go to the bathroom. She'll find Bob's penis stuck in her hand from the dried semen and she won't remember what happened. She'll go into the bathroom and see herself in the mirror and upon further examination she will realize that she not only had oral sex but also intercourse and won't be able to remember any of it. Then later she will find my note and the picture and think that I came home and found her like that and that I have left her. What happens next will be up to her.

The cab arrived and I left.

Susan Ch. 01



After all doing errands, Susan Dewitt couldn’t wait to finally get home. But even after she gets home, she still has to make dinner, do the laundry, help her daughter with her math homework, proofread her son’s research paper, and take care of her newborn baby. She wanted her husband, Daniel, to help her out, but his excuse was that there was a game on tonight that he couldn’t miss. All she wanted him to do was to just watch the kids for just a few hours but he couldn’t even do that. He has been calling her cell phone nearly every fifteen minutes before she finally shut the damn thing off. It was 7pm and already dark.

She suddenly had the urge to go to the bathroom, and with the house being another fifteen minutes away she couldn’t hold it in. She drove into the first gas station her and got the key from the gas attendant. The gas station bathroom was not like she imagined, it was cleaner than most other gas station bathrooms. It was still a little dirty and messed up, but still better than most.

After she finished her business and washed her hands she looked at herself in the spotty mirror above the sink and smiled at herself. She was 38 years old, but still had the body of a 30 year old despite having three kids, four if you count her husband. She had long dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, 5’5” a great smile that everyone always comments on, and a body that she always keeps in good shape through her heavy workload at home, and attending the gym three days a week.

Her favorite asset about her body was her 32dd breasts. They are still as firm and plump as they were when she was a teenager. She liked the way that some men would try not to look at her chest, especially when she wears something low-cut and bends down to pick something up. She even likes the way her 18 year old son tries to sneak a peak at her cleavage or when she breast feeds the baby. She knows it’s wrong to tease her son this way, but she can’t help having fun by playing with his mind.

Susan loves her life, her kids, and despite how arrogant and stubborn her husband is, she loves him too. But the only problem she has is that she is incredibly sexually frustrated. The sex between her and her husband has become less and less frequent in the last few years. She hadn’t had an orgasm by him in 10 months, and she was getting tire of faking her orgasms for her husband and giving herself real ones in the shower. She even tried to spice things up in bed with her husband with trashier lingerie, sex games, roll playing, but he wasn’t into a lot of that. Basically it was him on top of her humping for fifteen minutes. And she was the only one doing the oral sex between them; he refused to do the same for her. Sometimes she wonders why she married him in the first place. She has suspected him of having an affair, but can’t see any real proof.

She picked up her purse and bathroom key that she placed on the floor and opened the door to leave. But as soon as she opened the door it flew right into her face and knocked her down. A large man with a gun was standing above her. He was about 6 feet tall, wore jeans, a black sweater and a black ski mask.

“Don’t say a word,” he said. “Now give me your purse.”

She did as he ordered. He took her purse and emptied the contents into the sink and rifled through them.

“Where’s you money?” He yelled at her.

“I don’t have anymore,” she said while whimpering on the floor. Tears where now forming on her face. “I did a lot of errands today.”

“That’s bullshit, you’ve got to have something.”

“I’d don’t have anymore money, I swear.” He looked at her up and down. Her skirt ripped when she hit the ground, exposing her smooth slender legs. He can also tell how big her breasts were under her blouse and it got him excited.

“Stand up,” he ordered and she did as he told her. “Now take off your clothes.”

“Please don’t rape me,” she cried. “I have a husband and three children. One’s a newborn—“

“Shut Up!” He yelled. “I’m not going to rape you. But because you have no money, I might as well get a free peek show out of you. Now Strip!”

Susan did as he told her. She first took off her blouse revealing her white, lacy, push-up bra that extenuated her breast size. Then she took off her skirt to reveal a matching pair of panties. She can see the sinister smile and dirty look that the mugger is giving her from behind the ski mask. She took off her bra but unclasping it from the front. Her breasts fell down a couple inches and slightly spread apart. Her nipples were the sized of half-dollar coins and were sticking up from the cold weather in the bathroom. She then took off her panties revealing her shaved pussy and her well-toned ass.

“Nice,” the Mugger said. “You have a very nice body.”

“You looked; can you please let me go now?” Susan begged.

“Not just yet,” he replied.

He started to undo his belt buck and pants zipper.

”You said you weren’t going to rape me.”

”That’s right, but you are still going to suck my dick.”

”NO!” she yelled.

The Mugger grabbed her by the throat held her up against the wall and put the gun to her temple.

“You are going to suck my cock and swallow every drop that comes out of it, or your children will no longer have a mother. Is that understood?”

Susan nodded and he let her go. She got on her knees and pulled down his pants and underwear. His erection popped out, and to her surprise it was incredibly huge. She guessed that it must have been at least 8 inches long and 2inches thick.

”Yeah, I know it’s impressive. Now get to work.”

She was very apprehensive at first. She started stroking the cock at first with her hand. She closed her eyes and prepared to take it in her mouth. First she put the head of it to her lips, and then slowly took it into her mouth. Because she was scared and nervous, she wasn’t doing a good a job as she normally would on her husband. She pumped the cock in and out of her mouth very slowly with much trepidation.

“Yeah, that’s it you little slut,” said the mugger. “You like that don’t know. Now you could do better than that, I know you can.”

He put the gun to her head again. She trembled at first from the cold steal pressing against her skull. She did her best to forget about the gun, the fact that she might die, and pretend that it was her husbands cock to do a better job. She sealed her lips around the shaft and worked her tongue around it as she rapidly pumped it into her mouth. She had to admit that she was beginning to enjoy this. His cock tasted much better than her husbands. After fifteen minutes of this, the Mugger shot his load right into her mouth and she swallowed every drop as he ordered her to do.

“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t even show that she actually liked it near the end to give him the satisfaction. She grabbed her clothes and stood up.

”What are you doing?” the Mugger asked.

“I’m getting dressed,” she said.

“Why?”

”Because I did as you wanted, I thought—“

”You thought wrong bitch.”

He grabbed her and threw her to the ground on her back. He got on top of her between her legs.

”No, please don’t do this.”

”Shut up,” he said. Again he put the gun to her head. “I’m going to fuck you whether you like it or not. And if you scream, I’ll shoot you, you understand me?”

She nodded. He positioned the head of his cock against the lips of her pussy and shoved it in without warning. Susan felt a large searing pain as he entered her. She has never had one that big in her. As he rapidly pumped himself inside her, Susan had to close her eyes tight and clench her teeth to keep herself from screaming from the incredible pain that she was feeling. She hadn’t felt pain down there so badly since she gave birth to her newborn baby three months earlier. Despite his threat of shooting her, she still struggled to get him off of her but he was too big and strong for her.

But as she was getting used to the pain, she was also feeling the stimulated. The Mugger fucked her the way she wanted to be fucked for months now. She began to embrace the thrusts and grinding of his massive cock in much smaller body. She liked the way he massaged her breast and was licking her ear. Finally she achieved the orgasm that she’s been wanting for several months now. And it was more intense and powerful than all of her previous ones.

Soon after, the Mugger got off of her, went to the toilet and shot his load there. He zipped up his pants and opened the door to leave.

“Now, we are done,” he said and closed the door.

Susan layed there for a while catching her breath. She felt violated, and very much disgusted with herself. But at the same time she enjoyed everything that had happened her. She stood up, got dressed, cleaned herself up, and left the bathroom. When she returned the key, the gas attendant looked at the clock and wondered what was took her so long in there.

Back home, she saw two pizza boxes on the kitchen table. Her kids were upstairs in there room doing there homework, and her husband was surprising in the laundry room doing the laundry.

”Hi, honey,” he said with a smile. “What took you so long?”

She gave him the excuse that she cooked up in the car on the way over.

”I was helping somebody jumpstart her car, but neither one of us knew how to use the jumper cables.”

“Really,” her husband chuckled. “You could’ve called me to ask how.”

”I didn’t realize that until I was driving back home. Are you doing the laundry?”

”Yeah, I felt stupid before for bothering on the phone so many times today. So I got the kids pizza for dinner, helped them with their homework and am now doing the laundry.”

”Thanks honey,” she said with a smile. Just when she thought she had him figured out, he does this to her.

She heard the baby crying. She went upstairs to breastfeed him. As she was doing that she thought of what happened at the gas station bathroom. She felt something that she never felt before, and she knew that she wanted more or it.

To be continued... 



Susan Ch. 01



Saturday morning, Susan lay still on her back with her legs apart, still panting and out of breath from the hour-long love making session she had just enjoyed with Dan. The night before they had agreed to get married. Dan hadn't proposed, they had just discussed it and agreed this was what they both wanted. The two lovers had sat up most of Friday evening, talking and making plans and then decided they would spend Saturday looking for an engagement ring. When Saturday morning came round they stayed in bed an extra hour and made love. Dan and Susan had been a couple for three years when they decided to get married. To cut a long story short, Susan had lost both her elderly parents and at only 24, the security Dan provided her meant a great deal.

Dan had worried a great deal about the ring he was to buy for her. He had explained to her that he couldn't even consider the prospect of buying a ring she didn't like. In the end she took pity on the man she loved and decided to help him choose. His lack of decisiveness was something Susan found frustrating at times but there were many other wonderful qualities that made this stable and honourable man such a suitable life partner. Susan felt the happiest she had been in years as she lay there, 24 years old with a full head of dark brown (almost black) hair and a body that although not overly sexy was well put together. Her tits were very big but the rest of her was quite slim and in nice proportions. Everything about her was understated and low key in a very attractive way. Susan also blushed easily and this was also quite attractive as she usually smiled nervously at the same time. She lacked assertiveness but her slightly shy nature complemented Dan perfectly and he loved her with all his heart. Other people might have found the two of them boring but to each other they were sweethearts through and through.

The sex that morning had been spontaneous and wonderful. Neither of them displayed too much passion during their lovemaking but this particular morning had been special and they both seemed to step up due to their new engagement plans. She lay there on her back, just smiling as she watched Dan climb off the bed and make his way to the shower. She reached between her legs to check out how much cum there was leaking out but this time most of it was inside her. Dan didn't even look back at Susan as he pulled the chord on the light switch and turned the shower on.

There was a secret side of Susan's personality that didn't come out very often. At that exact moment, she felt a little wild and a need to do something. Inside her there was a nervous energy that she felt urged to exercise. Susan had no idea what to do though. She thought about following Dan into the shower but knew he hated to share such a tight confined space. Then she thought about food and decided to eat. Without getting dressed she slid off the bed and walked completely naked into the kitchen of their Manhattan apartment. Dan's inheritance from his dotty old aunt Betty had been a two-bedroom place near Greenwich Village. If it wasn't for the old dear there is no way the two of them could have afforded anything in their block. It was expensive, full of character and a dream home for a young couple that both worked in the city. Life was pretty good. 

The kettle boiled and Susan prepared her toast and cereal breakfast. Standing at the kitchen counter preparing her food, there was a perfect view of her through the window. For some unknown reason, she found herself casting a glance to her left, across to the neighbouring apartment block that was about 20 yards away. Sure enough there was a light on in one of the apartments and she could clearly see a man seated in his kitchen starting at her. She quickly moved so she was no longer in the window. Her first reaction was to blush and breath quicker but then a strange urge took over her. She wasn't in control of the urge and the nervous energy she had felt on the bed came flooding back. With almost no pause for thought, Susan stepped back into view and continued to prepare breakfast. The thought of the stranger staring at her turned her on and her nipples hardened. It was a feeling that she liked. This modest and shy young woman rarely did anything in the least bit wild but the buzz she got from being watched completely naked was intoxicating to her. 

Its impossible to say what was going through her mind as she didn't understand it herself but one could argue that this small but out of character act was a subconscious reaction to the previous nights agreement to spend the rest of her life with Dan. There was a part of her that needed its freedom and it was coming to the surface now. Susan grew tired of the little peep show she was putting on for her neighbour so she pulled the blind to block out the neighbourhood voyeur and sat down to eat at the small table. Dan entered the room fully dressed following his shower and was surprised to see Susan naked eating her breakfast. Susan never sat around the house naked. Most men would welcome the sight of a pretty young woman who was completely naked sitting at the breakfast table but Dan didn't think like that. "Don't you want to put some clothes on honey?" he asked.

"I will," she said, "I just felt too hungry and had to eat something." She sat up and smiled. As she did, her magnificent tits took centre stage and almost lit up the room. Dan hardly noticed.

"We're nearly out of milk, I'll go down to the store and get some." Dan was the perfect provider, never expecting his beloved girl to do anything if he could do it for her.

With Dan gone for 5 minutes, Susan was left alone and the nervous energy returned. Maybe it hadn't ever left but she could surely feel it now. She stood up and walked to the blind. Peering through a small gap she made with her finger and thumb, Susan could see that her neighbour had left his window and there was no one there. She pulled the blind chord again and the entire blind lifted. If anyone had been watching they would have seen Susan's enormous tits in all their nakedness. Susan stretched her hands above her head and seemed to revel in the wild uninhibited feeling that exposing her breasts at the window gave her. She had never felt like this in her life before.

When Dan returned with the milk, Susan was in the shower and cleaning away all the sweat from their sex session. She ran her hands over her tits and soaped them. Her nipples still felt sensitive and she thought about the stranger in the window. Susan felt a little self-conscious rubbing her own breasts too much and her mood suddenly changed from a pleasant daydream to reality check. She was a little shocked with herself and after jumping to her senses; she finished her shower and got dried. This was a strange morning for Susan. Rubbing her tits in the shower and exposing herself at the window were completely out of character. By the time she had put on some underwear, jeans and t-shirt, she was almost ashamed to think of what she had done. The real Susan returned and blushed at the thought of her actions. 

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Three hours later the newly committed lovebirds were strolling along one of the prime shopping streets in New York looking in a jewellery store window. Arm in arm they admired the rings together and Dan constantly looked for signals from Susan that there maybe one she liked. He was hopeless at guessing what her choice might be and even more hopeless at taking a risk and just picking one. Dan's only intention was to play it safe and let his true love pick her own. At least then she would be happy with it for the rest of her life. Susan might have agreed with that idea in theory but there was an unexpected feeling inside her that was niggling away at her. What she really wanted was for Dan to surprise her with a ring she loved, one that she had never seen before and that he had chosen. She looked forward to showing it off to her friends and cousins and boasting about how her perfect husband-to-be had chosen it for her. Instead she would have to settle for choosing one together and knowing for sure she was going to like it. For some reason this niggling feeling was winning the day and she couldn't care for any of the rings in the window. It was not that she didn't like them, it was just that she didn't want to choose her own ring.

"I don't want to look any longer," she sighed. "Why don't you come back later and choose one for me?"

"But what if you don't like it honey?" he said, concerned only for her happiness but oblivious or too stupid to work out what she wanted. "You will have to wear this ring for the rest of our lives, surely you want to choose it as well?"

"I suppose you're right," she conceded, hoping to settle this and bury the niggles inside her.

There was another man looking in the window at the same time. Susan had not noticed him until he coughed a little and then spoke to both of them, "Can't find anything you like?" he asked with a smile.

"No," said Dan stepping in. Dan was a little surprised by the unsolicited approach from the stranger and he certainly didn't want Susan speaking to him. The man smiled at them and stepped back a little, signalling that he was not trying to intrude or interrupt.

He introduced himself as Peter and explained that he was a jeweller and knew how hard it was to choose an engagement ring. As he and Dan spoke with Susan listening, Dan started to relax. Peter had a friendly manner and was quite likeable. He was a little too "street" for Dan but not in any sort of threatening way. Susan thought Peter was very charming. There was something of a roguishness about him that was in complete contrast to Dan and she felt her nipples sensitise under her clothes. She blushed but could not stop her arousal. Peter instinctively recognised the blush but focused on Dan as he kept talking. Dan never could have known that he was talking to a career criminal and one of the most prolific jewel thieves in New York.

Peter "Stones" was the only name most people ever new this stranger by. It wasn't his real name but associates of his had given him this name. These associates knew they could rely on Peter to provide consistently high quality precious gems at prices far lower than any store could provide. He was a skilled jeweller but he operated in some very shady establishments and certainly didn't run his own store. Peter hadn't planned to bump into Dan and Susan but the chance meeting had presented an opportunity for one of his schemes and men like Peter Stones were always on the look out.

Peter continued to charm the young lovers. Dan found his knowledge of diamonds to be very interesting and Susan was just drawn in by his magnetic personality. Peter also had an old fashioned way with her that Susan really liked. He mostly spoke to Dan in a way that signalled his respect that she was Dan's girl. When he did make eye contact or speak Susan, there was attentiveness and politeness and his whole demeanour was very charming. Before long they were in a coffee shop and Peter was discussing their predicament with them. His solution was for him and Dan to design a ring that he would then make at a price well below any of the stores. To Dan this sounded fantastic and when Peter explained that with the same money they would be able to buy far better quality stones, he was completely sold on the idea. Peter told them that he would not ask for any money up front and that they could change their minds at any time. What did they have to loose. Susan couldn't help thinking that Peter had worked out in less than ten minutes exactly that she wanted a ring chose for her and didn't want any part in the selection process. Dan had known her 3 years and couldn't see this important detail. She thought nothing of the fact she was comparing Peter to Dan. The bait was set. 

Over the next couple of weeks, Dan and Peter did indeed design a fantastic ring. They met several times in the coffee shop without Susan and on their third meeting, Peter presented Dan with the final ring. This was working out so well. Although Dan had never been to any premises of Peter's or even been given a contact address, the fact that he was about to buy a $7,000 diamond ring for only $3,000 was diminishing his usual cautious nature. Dan was surprised when Peter said he could take the ring and not pay any money until he was sure Susan loved it. "I will call round to collect the money in a couple of weeks," Peter said. Dan didn't agree immediately and his honourable nature wanted to pay at least something. Peter wouldn't take a cent and insisted he take the ring. Dan handed his home address on a business card and left with the ring, immediately planning when he might find the right moment to present it to his beloved Susan. He held the ring in his pocked all the way home without letting go for a second.

When he arrived home he fell to one knee as soon as he saw Susan and proposed marriage to her. She flung her arms around him and accepted. The ring was beautiful and Susan adored it. The solitaire diamond was a perfectly cut classic diamond and more importantly the colour and clarity of the stone was near flawless. Peter had been more than helpful and Dan felt nothing but gratitude to him. Susan also wanted to thank Peter for his help. Dan went off to read. He normally read a lot of books and Susan loved the peace and quiet in the house as the TV was rarely switched on. Today was different and she really wanted his attention. They had finally sorted the ring out and she just wanted to be with him and do things together. She felt like making love again wearing just the ring and also wanted to go out to a restaurant with Dan and see if anyone noticed her beautiful sparkler. Instead, Dan chose a book and immersed himself in it, content in the knowledge that the ring issue was now solved and he could stop worrying about it.

Susan went out by herself. She thought she could pick up some groceries and just wander around. What she really wanted was to show off her ring. She wanted people to notice it and know that she was engaged. Browsing along the street looking into all the shop windows in Greenwich Village as she had done so many times before, Susan didn't have a care in the world. Then she came across a jeweller's window and it was impossible not to check out the rings and compare to hers. None of them compared to hers. She felt so happy.

"Hi Susan," said a slightly familiar voice. She turned away from the window to see Peter standing there with his charming smile on his face. She blushed a little and looked surprised to see him. Overcoming her shyness, she managed a small hello back but felt uncomfortable talking to Peter without her husband present. There was an energy about him that affected her. She could feel it inside her and her nipples became sensitive as he spoke to her. His charm was natural and Peter instinctively knew not to intrude too much on this shy young woman. 

"Still looking for rings?" he asked. Susan was worried that Peter was offended. Despite receiving the ring from Dan, she was still looking. Perhaps Peter thought she was unhappy with it.

"No no no," she said blushing even more. "Dan gave me this today and its more than I could ever dream of." She showed him the ring.

"Ahhhhh. Congratulations," said Peter, "I wasn't sure whether Dan had found the perfect moment to give it to you yet? A beautiful ring for an even more beautiful woman! You really are Dan's girl now." Peter smiled as he spoke but Susan hated what he had said. She wasn't someone else's at all. Although she knew it was just an expression, the thought of a man possessing a woman was old fashioned and she felt her partnership with Dan was on completely equal terms. Peter's choice of words matched his whole personality around her. He was respectful and completely attentive but not in anyway that would seem improper. Susan estimated Peter was about 35 years old. His features were strong and he had the odd scar. He clearly looked after himself and took pride in his appearance. It wasn't the way his hair was perfectly styled or his clothes fit perfectly but there was something about him that was totally masculine and also well groomed. Susan talked easily with him in the street and he soon had her laughing at his jokes and enjoying his charming line in chitchat.

When he suggested they go for a coffee, her immediate reaction was to refuse but she found herself saying yes after he persuaded her with a double dose of charm. She was increasingly drawn to him and couldn't take her eyes off his. As they sat and drank coffee she displayed her ring proudly and hoped everyone would see it. He very subtly let her know that although both he and Dan had spent time designing the ring, it was 99% his ideas that had produced the end result. Peter in no way disrespected Dan but Susan couldn't help but notice how different they both were. She loved the attention Peter gave her and really felt like the only woman in the world as they spoke. Her breasts remained sensitive the whole time they were talking and she also felt aroused all over her body as their conversation deepened and his attention focused even more on her. In no way did Peter cross the line. If he had it would have scared her off but all the time he was gaining her trust and confidence as well as charming her like no one had ever done before. Susan was sorry when her coffee ran out but they quickly ordered refills and she rather liked the idea of spending another half an hour talking. 

Susan plucked up the courage to ask Peter about his life and without any hesitation he happily went into details about the large family he came from. He had grown up in Queens and spent most of his life after school working for people who knew his father. Without appearing to hold back on any of the facts, Susan actually learned very little about him. She didn't even notice that he could talk about himself or indeed about anything and give nothing away.

It was time to leave and Peter quickly paid for the coffee's with two bills from a large roll in his pocket. Susan thought nothing of a jeweller having so much money. The way he handled the money was casual but not flash. When he left the change as a tip, she also thought that Dan would never be so generous and would always collect some change. Again she was comparing Dan to Peter and as they stood on the pavement outside, she couldn't help saying what an enjoyable time she had just had. Peter thanked her for the complement and stepped forward to place a kiss on her cheek. It was completely respectful and done with all due etiquette but it hit Susan like a lightning bolt and she blushed. Damn her blushing she thought. She felt such a fool. Peter was quick to recognise the effect he had on her and with a joke and change of subject, he quickly diffused the embarrassment and again she felt relaxed. He didn't apologise for the kiss that embarrassed her. In fact he was so confident, she couldn't imagine him apologising for anything. They said their goodbyes and walked in different directions. Susan stopped to look in a shop window. There was nothing of interest but she couldn't help a glance back down the street to see Peter on last time. He was gone and she felt disappointed.

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When she returned home, she told Dan she had bumped into Peter and they had chatted for a while. Dan seemed surprised and a little on edge by this. When he found that they had stopped for coffee he was very unhappy. He didn't like the thought of his precious sweetheart spending any time around Peter. Even though Peter had been nothing but helpful, he was different in so many ways to the young couple and he didn't want Susan exposed to someone with so much charm and street smarts.

Susan had other thoughts. That night she lay in bed as Dan snored next to her. Her thoughts were not of the ring or her engagement or indeed of anything other than Peter. She couldn't help thinking about him. She didn't blush or feel ashamed, as this was her private time to think about whatever she wanted. Instead she thought about the attention Peter gave her and how much she enjoyed his company. She wondered about if he was married and where he lived. She replayed the conversations they had shared and tried to re-word some of her answers or questions in her head. Most of all, she hoped to see him again. Her body was aroused as she thought about him. Susan shuffled her legs as she felt the heat grow between them. Her hand stroked her breasts slightly and tingles shot through her nipples. She couldn't help fantasizing about Peter, wishing she could feel more than his just one kiss on her cheek. It was more than two hours before she finally fell to sleep that night.




Susan Ch. 01



In the morning she was already awake when Dan stirred. She cuddled up to him and he slowly came round. Within minutes they were making love. Susan couldn't focus on Dan though and she just let him do all the work as she lay there looking at the ceiling. Her thoughts turned to Peter and she completely blocked out her fiancée as he fucked away in a steady rhythm without really paying any attention to whether she was enjoying it. They didn't kiss but instead he buried his face in her neck and just pumped his cock into her. She was extremely aroused but it wasn't Dan's cock that was arousing her, it was her thoughts of Peter and the little peck on the cheek he had given her the day before. She wanted to cum but Dan beat her to it and soon slid off her. Susan felt frustrated but even the lack of a climax didn't matter as all she could think about was Peter. About ten minutes later in the shower, she was able to solve problem herself and by stoking her breasts and using a soapy finger on her clit, she brought herself to a shuddering orgasm thinking about Peter.

Dan was back in his books so Susan decided to go for another walk. She was hoping to see Peter again and decided to head for the coffee shop. She only got 50 yards down the street when she heard her name called out.

"Susan," she heard and turned around.

It was Dan. He was chasing after her putting on his coat as he ran. "Honey, wait. I'm coming with you," he said and with that linked arms with her. He smiled lovingly but she didn't return the smile. She didn't want him there. What if she ran into Peter now? They wouldn't be able to chat or spend time together. Dan was in the way. What a difference a couple of days can make. Susan had changed from devoted fiancée to a woman besotted by a stranger who she hardly knew. 

Dan and Susan browsed a few windows and then they came across the coffee shop but they didn't stop. Susan looked inside but Peter was not there. They kept walking and the next shop was a 2nd hand bookstore. One of Dan's favourite shops and Susan knew if he went in there they could be at least an hour. She was pleased when Dan stepped in. He immediately found a corner to the back of the store and began browsing the dusty titles. Susan headed straight for the exit and onto the street. She was looking for Peter. Something inside her told her he was there.

"I knew you'd come" said a voice from behind her. Susan was sure even before she turned round that it was Peter. A sudden nervousness washed over her. Peter had said it as if it was an agreed meeting. This startled her as it wasn't and she couldn't in a million years admit that she was there looking for him. It was one thing to lie awake in bed with private thoughts or to masturbate in the shower but to actually confess she was looking for Peter was a step to far. Before she could offer any sort of denial he spoke, "Don't say a word. We don't have much time, follow me." He took her hand and started to lead her away along the street.

This was insane but she didn't want Dan to see her with Peter so she went along with it. It all happened so quickly. If she had thought about what she was doing she never would have done it but within 30 seconds Peter had opened a door between two shops and lead her up a steep flight of stairs to another door. Inside was an untidy single room apartment. Once inside he turned on the light and turned to face her. He was stood too close but she couldn't step back. He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her on the lips. Caught up in the moment, Susan returned the kiss and his arms moved around her. Her mind was a blur and all she could do was allow herself to be swept along by the moment. Thoughts came and went in her head. Dan was in the bookstore. Her nipples felt electric. His kiss was pure bliss. What if he wouldn't let her leave? What if Dan missed her? Peter's cock was pressing against her. She just wanted to kiss. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her legs felt like jelly. Her pussy was swelling. Her nipples were hard. His kiss felt so good. The thoughts kept coming and going.

Susan will never know how long the first kiss lasted but the second was only a few seconds long when she broke off, "We can't do this!" Susan was almost pleading with him. 

"I wanted to kiss you the moment I first saw you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Peter knew how to land a complement on someone. She didn't believe it but she wanted to. "I knew you would come back today. I have been waiting for hours. When I saw Dan, my heart sank but when you came out to find me just now I knew we were meant to be together." Susan couldn't believe what he was saying. Peter was so sure of himself and it felt so right listening to him. 

"I have to get back to Dan. He will notice I have gone." She turned and slipped back down the stairs. Without even thinking about her appearance she went straight back to the bookstore. Dan was still in the same place with his head in a book. Susan walked over and he asked her if she was OK. Her explanation that she was just browsing too was almost shrugged off by Dan and she knew she had got away with her secret liaison with Peter. The only way to collect her thoughts was coffee so after letting Dan know, she went next door to the coffee shop and sat in total silence wrapped up in the whirlwind of emotions that Peter had just created in her.

Her first emotions were amazement that she could do something so unfaithful and impromptu. Then she was just turned on. She knew Peter felt the same way she did. She knew he was thinking about her at that very moment. She wanted to go back to the apartment and see him but Susan could never take a risk like that. She had never been a risk taker. Finding herself climbing the same flight of stairs a few moments later, Susan had no idea what she was doing or why she was doing it. Three gentle taps and she could hear footsteps. Peter opened the door and let her back inside. This time it was he who was lost for words. He waited for her to make a move. She then did something that was so out of character that even many years later she couldn't believe she did it.

Susan dropped to her knees and unzipped Peter's trousers. Her hand slipped inside his gaping zip and felt for his cock. After a small fumble she grasped his hardening member and pulled it out of his trousers. The diamond ring sparkled on her finger as she gripped his swelling tool. Then she slipped his entire cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked with such energy and intent that Peter was left in no doubt that all this woman wanted was his cum. Susan went at him for several minutes, stroking the shaft, feeling his balls and sucking his swollen cock head. Lost in her own little world, this previously faithful, shy young woman was on some sort or autopilot. She had never sucked a cock with such vigour. Her desire for all of it to be insider her was so great that she sucked it into the back of her throat. Susan was doing things she had never done with anyone. When Peter could hold back no longer and did explode, she sucked and swallowed every drop. As soon as he had finished, Susan slowly stood to face him but she couldn't look him in the eye. She was too frightened to look and confirm she was possessed by lust for him. Instead she was soon chasing back down the stairs and into the bookstore. Dan was still there and she sat in another aisle with a book in her hand unable to think about anything other than Peter's cock and her lust for him. It was too soon after to feel any shame or guilt. Susan could only dream of what might have been with just a little more time. Her pussy was wet and her whole body ached for that cock to fuck her. Susan resolved at that moment that it wouldn't be long before she gave herself fully to Peter Stones.



Susan Ch. 01



Chapter One

London, England

The present

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Susan was dressed in her best suit and heels for she had been called to headquarters for an interview by a Mr. S Blake. She was 36 and stood at five foot ten in bare feet. Her straight black hair was tied into a bun and framed a beautiful face. She was supposed to be at Heathrow and on the way to Paris but Mr. Blake's secretary had told her that she was expected at 0900 and had hung up before she could reply. As it was headquarters, she went. For such a large pharmaceutical corporation, they had a small headquarters she had always thought. It was like they didn't want to be noticed.

Susan caught the lift to the third floor and found her way to Mr. Blake's office. She was not kept waiting and was ushered into the office and offered a chair and found Mr. Blake intimidated her from the out set. It was the way he looked at her. Susan hadn't got to senior executive by being intimidated but there was something animal about this man that made her afraid.

He hadn't spoken since she had entered and sat down. She wasn't going to play this stupid game.

"Mr. Blake, you asked to see me. I am supposed to be on the way to Paris. May we start."

"Ms. Fellowes, I didn't ask to see you I was told to be here and solve a problem for the corporation and that problem is you."

"Mr. Blake I don...," she was cut off like she didn't exist. She flushed.

"Look at this picture ; do you recognise it?"

She angrily took the photo and saw that it was taken yesterday evening at the wine bar. Her best friend Veronica was passing her a package.

"What's in the package."

"I don't know... I mean Ms. Clarke asked asked me to hold it for her as...," 

she was cut of again.

"Where is the package?"

"At my apartment. Look what..."

"Lets go get it."

"Enough," she yelled "I don't..." It was like once again like she hadn't spoken.

"Ms. Fellowes there is a phone. Please us it. Call anyone you want. You have one minute. If you

choose not to use the phone I am going to call for my car and we are going to get that package or I am going to call Scotland Yard and they are going to get the package. Your choice."

"There are no choices are there Mr. Blake.?"

"Lets go," he said.

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Susan was very confused and angry and it was a silent drive to the underground car park of her apartment. She used her remote to get the doors opening. Mr. Blake seemed to know where he was going as he drove straight to her park. They got out of the car and she used her card to call the lift. You could cut the air with a knife. 

Susan carded her door and led the way into the reception area and turned.Mr. Blake just stared at her. She walked to her bedroom and felt the his presence follow her. She knew what he wanted but it was in her panties drawer and she didn't want him to see that. She tried to shield the contents with her body but he was right beside her. His hand moved amongst her panties until he found the package, he turned and went to her office and computer and booted it up.

"Password?"

It was the first time he had spoken. Susan was very scared now and starting to be frightened with this man in her apartment. She watched as he opened the package, removed a disk and inserted into the hard drive. He started to scroll through the disk and gave a grunt of satisfaction. He left the chair and moved to her lounge bar.

"Have a look Ms. Fellowes. Have a good look."

Susan sat and froze in fear, this was "Project Blue" her company's most secret and lucrative research project. It was in her possession. She couldn't focus, her mind was a blank. After what seemed an eternity she heard her self being called from the lounge. She seemed to move as in a trance. He beckoned her to stand in front of the chair he was sitting in.

"Two choices Ms. Fellowes. Your choices. Scotland Yard or this is fixed internally within the corporation."

"There are no choices are there Mr. Blake."

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Mr. Blake's assistant had arrived and she was a stunning grey eyed blond in a suit and heels. They were sitting at the table in the dinning room and being a man of very few words the deal was laid out. Susan Fellowes was to commit herself to the Sun Institute ; have Mr. Blake appointed her legal guardian,would work from home until her personal and corporate affairs were tided up, and would have her life from now till arrival at the institute strictly supervised by a 24 hour live in nurse. The nurse was the blond sitting at the table. The papers were laid out before her, awaiting a signature.

"Ms Fellowes do you understand the matter laid out. This is your last chance because when you sign those papers there is no going back?"

She signed the commitment papers and the the papers of guardian ship. Simon Blake and Virginia Steel witnessed them.

"Some times there are no choices Mr. Blake," but Mr. Blake and the papers were gone. She was alone with her new nurse.

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Virginia Steel actually was a nurse ; and she had played this game before. She knew the moves and it was unfair but she also knew the endings. "Stern Nurse"sounded like a good opening for this one.

"Ms. Fellowes you are under my care and you are very much my responsibility. It is one I take very seriously and as I don't know the state of your mental health I have been instructed to keep you closely confined."

It was to much for Susan and she burst into tears. Good start thought Virginia.

"Please follow me Ms. Fellowes," and Nurse led the way to the kitchen fridge. She got out a large bottle of water and filled a glass with ice and poured. Her employer had been in earlier and put it in the fridge. It was a very special bottle of water. 

"Please drink this down now."

Susan's mind was in turmoil, to much had happened and she obediently drank the glass. It was refilled.

"Drink again Ms. Fellowes."

Susan drank again.The glass was refilled and more ice added.

"Drink again Ms. Fellowes."

"No thank you I have had quite enough."

"Ms. Fellowes I am the nurse and you are in my care. I think another glass water is needed. Please drink."

Susan was to tired to argue and drank.

"Follow me Ms. Fellowes."

Susan followed her to the bathroom and wondered how she knew where it was. The nurse went straight to the shower and looked at a very strong shelf bolted to the tiles. She turned to Susan.

"Ms. Fellowes I can't have you wandering around until I get a handle on your situation. Now this will be very hard for you but you must obey. I want you to step into the shower and present your wrists so that I can confine them to the shelf." 

Susan couldn't believe her ears. She was stunned and in shock for a few moments. That was all it took for in the next instant there were two clicks and she was chained to the shelf. At that point two things happened. The nurse left the room and closed the door. Ms. Fellowes totally lost it and started screaming and trying to free herself from the hand cuffs.

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Virginia put her ear to the door but it was pretty soundproof. She turned and made her way to the bedroom and lay down for a quick nap.

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When she awoke an hour and a half had gone by and she was feeling very refreshed, so made her way to the bathroom to see how refreshed Ms. Fellowes was. She passed two large boxes in the living room that her employer had arranged delivery of.

Ms. Fellowes was not refreshed in the least. To cut straight to the heart of the matter Ms. Fellowes had pissed her self. Her face was streaked with running make up, her long hair had come loose and she had torn the buttons on her suit coat. That paled into insignificance to what had happened below. She had broken the strap on one of her heels and it lay on its own in the shower. The other one had a broken heel. The stockings were torn and soaked and the same with the ruined skirt which had ended up around her waist totally exposing the panties. The panties were still dripping and Ms. Fellowes face had gone totally blank ; her once bright eyes now dulled.

The nurse backed out of the room and shut the door.

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... to be continued. 



Susan Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Next One To Speak Loses

As I left the house that night I had no idea of where I was going or when I would see or talk to Susan again. The cab dropped me off at Clancy's Pub. I thought about going in for a drink but decided that wouldn't help anything so I got in my car and headed out to find a motel for the night. I drove out near the airport where there are several hotels and motels and after three tries was able to find a vacancy. 

Once in my room I sat in the only chair in the room for about two hours trying to decide on a plan of action. How long should I wait before I call Susan? What should I say to her? As I sat mulling these things over in my head I began to feel a little guilty. After all, Susan didn't really have sex with Bob, although she might have if she hadn't passed out, and I am sure she was much too drunk to be responsible for her actions. Maybe none of this would have happened if I had just told Susan she could invite Bob to the party. 

All of these thoughts spun around in my head until I began to get a headache and my stomach began to churn. I wasn't getting anywhere so I went to bed thinking it would be better to face things in the morning. 

When I woke up Saturday morning I felt marginally better. My head was clear and my stomach was no longer upset. I showered, dressed and went across the street to a Waffle House for breakfast. 

When I had finished eating and was drinking my second cup of coffee I reviewed my actions of the night before. My assessment was that what I had done to Susan was nearly unforgivable but what Susan had done to me over the last seven years was worse. This revelation allowed me to forgive myself for what I had done even though I knew Susan would never be able to forgive me if she found out that I had set her up. 

Once I put my guilt aside I was able to start thinking about a long term plan. I decide that I would not make any attempt to contact Susan for a few days, then on Wednesday I would call her and say that I wanted to stop by the house and pick up a few more of my things. My plan was that I would not show Susan any desire on my part to discuss the events of Friday night or any inclination to forgive her for what she had done, or thought she had done. 

When I got back to my motel room I opened my brief case to get something to read and found the pictures I had taken of Susan with Bob. As I looked at the picture of Susan laying there with Bob's cock in her hand and cum all over her face I felt a little pang of guilt which was quickly replaced by a feeling of lust when I looked at the picture that showed my semen leaking from Susan's pussy. As I felt an erection beginning to build I thought about calling Susan and asking her to forgive me. 

Luckily sanity barged into my room in the form of the chamber maid. I grabbed my jacket and sunglasses went for a long walk. As I walked, I thought about the call I had almost made. I was going to ask Susan to forgive me? What the hell was the matter with me? I caught myself saying, half out loud, "I have to stay with my plan." What ever was going to happen now was up to Susan. I couldn't go back to her and continue in our marriage unless Susan made some changes. I strengthened my resolve and pledged to myself that I would not go back to Susan unless she changed. A promise of change wouldn't be good enough. Susan had made promises before and never kept them. This time she would have to demonstrate to me that she has changed. I knew there was a possibility that she would never change and in that case, as painful as it would be, I would have to divorce her. 

The walk did me good. When I got back to my room I knew what I had to do and I now had the resolve I needed to get through this ordeal. 

Getting through Monday and Tuesday was difficult. During that time I didn't answer my phone, I just let voice mail pick up. Susan called once on Tuesday and demanded that I call her. I didn't. 

On Wednesday afternoon I called Susan at her office. When she recognized my voice on the phone she said, "Jamie, where are you? I've been trying to get a hold of you all week." 

"I'm at work. I am going to come by the house tonight to...." 

Before I could complete the sentence Susan interrupted and said, "Good. It's about time you came to your senses and came home." 

As usual Susan was fighting to get the upper hand. I repeated myself, "I'm at work. I am going to come by the house tonight to pick up some of my things. I am going to look for an apartment. When I find one I'll get the rest of my stuff." 

Susan was silent on the other end of the line. I waited for a few seconds for her to respond and when she didn't I said, "I'll be there around 6:00. It's not necessary for you to be there, it'll only take me a few minutes to get what I need. " 

I heard Susan faintly say, "Okay" then I hung up. 

When I got to the house I was a little nervous. I didn't know what was going to happen when I went in, I didn't even know if Susan would be home. I was determined that no matter what Susan said or did I was going to remain calm and stay with my plan. 

I knocked first then let myself in with my key. Susan was sitting in the family room dressed in a short red skirt and a white silk blouse. This was an outfit I bought for here on her birthday and was one of my favorites because she looked so sexy in that red skirt. I told her that every time she wore that outfit. She seldom wore that skirt and blouse because it was something I liked. 

When Susan looked up at me her eyes were red as thought she had been crying. I thought to myself 'Stay strong.' 

Susan spoke first. "How are you?" 

"Fine." 

"Are you really leaving me for good?" 

"I don't know. That will be up to you. Some things have to change." 

"You have to give me another chance. I am sorry about what happened. I have never done anything like that before. I don't know what came over me." 

I said, "I do. You were drunk." 

Up till this point I was seeing the sweet Susan. The one I still loved, but she changed quickly. 

"Yes I was drunk, but that was your fault. You should never have let me drink that much. You know I can't handle more than three drinks. You did nothing to stop me now we have this thing to deal with." 

I said, "What thing is that?" 

"What happened after the party. Here, with Bob." 

"What happened here with Bob after the party? Remember, I wasn't here because you took off and left me at Clancy's with no car keys?" 

"You know what happened. You took those awful pictures." 

"I thought the pictures were quite good. They seemed to capture the moment accurately wouldn't you say?" 

"I have no idea. I don't remember any of it. I woke up with Bob's.... Well I woke up and found Bob on the floor half naked and then that horrible picture. But I don't remember any of it. You have to believe me." 

"Why do I have to believe you?" 

"You can't leave me because of something that was beyond my power to control. You know I would never have done that if I were sober." 

I said, You're right. I can't leave you because of something beyond your control. And it just might be that you couldn't control what happened here Friday night. So I am not leaving you just because I have pictures of you with Bob's cock in your mouth and semen all over your face. I am leaving you because almost everything you have done during our seven years together lead up to this happening. You have been a mean, nasty, selfish person who on rare occasions could be the sweetest most loving person I ever met. I have become convinced that there are two people locked inside that beautiful body of yours. Ever since I've known you the bitch has been the dominant personality. You will have to change that if you hope to salvage our marriage. Otherwise it's over." 

Susan began to cry. "I'll change. I'll do what ever you want. Please don't leave me." 

I felt myself weaken for a moment but I didn't bend. "I have to get my things. I'll be just a few minutes." 

I quickly gathered up some of my CDs and my portable player, a few books, and some more clothes. When I came back into the family room Susan came over to me and put her arms around my neck. Because my arms were full of books, CDs and clothes I couldn't push her away and I wasn't sure I wanted to. Susan leaned into me and kissed me then stepped back and said, "I'll change, I promise. You'll see, but if you leave you'll never know and I'll find someone else. If you leave now I might have to call Bob and ask him to come over. He has been after me for a repeat of Friday night. He said I was a fantastic lover." 

I laughed and said, "At least he remembers what happened." 

"What's so funny?" 

"Nothing, just an image I had in my head." 

In the brief time I had been in the house Susan had gone from being the Susan I love to the Susan I hate so quickly I wasn't sure anymore who Susan was. 

I smiled at Susan and said, "You do whatever you have to do. But if you do fuck Bob again or anyone else for that matter we will never get back together." Then I turned and left the house. 

There is an expression in contract negotiations that goes something like "The next one to speak loses." As I left the house I knew that whichever one of us initiated contact next would be the loser. If I called Susan it would mean that I had weakened and was ready to give in to her, but if she contacted me I would have the upper hand. 

It was two weeks before Susan finally caved. She called me at work and left a message asking me to come by the house after work. I returned her call and told her I would stop by at six o'clock that evening. 

I wondered if she was really ready to work things out or if she still thought she could win. 

As I approached the house that evening I debated whether I should ring the door bell and wait for Susan to answer the door or should I just walk in. I decided ring the door bell. I felt that would send the message that I didn't consider this to be my home anymore. 

I rang the bell but Susan didn't come to the door right away. I rang the bell again and waited twenty seconds. I was guessing that Susan wanted me to just walk in but I was determined that I wouldn't do that so I turned and headed back to my car. Just as I got to the car Susan opened the door and asked why I was leaving. I lied and said, "When you didn't answer the door I thought you weren't home." 

"I'm sorry, I was upstairs when the bell rang and couldn't get downstairs immediately." 

I guessed we were even now. One lie each. 

As I walked into the house I asked, "What is it you needed to see me about?" 

Susan said, "I miss you and I want you to come home. I need you with me. I know we can work things out if you'll just give me a chance." 

I was surprised. Susan was more conciliatory than I expected. "What do you have in mind?" I sat down on the sofa and waited to hear her answer. 

Susan came over and sat next to me. She took my hand in her small hand and said, "I want you to come home. I'll make it up to you for what I did on your birthday. I can't stand not having you with me." Then she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. She kissed me several times then said, "I will never do anything like that again. Please forgive me." 

Well this was the Susan I still loved and I couldn't resist her kisses. As our kisses got more passionate Susan put her hand in my lap and started massaging my cock through my pants. She quickly got me erect then she opened my pants and released my cock. Then Susan did something she didn't normally do until after a great deal of foreplay. She bent down and took my cock into her mouth and began licking and sucking it in a very loving and sensuous manor. She had me ready to climax in only a very few minutes. She stopped just before I exploded and suggested that we move up to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom I stripped Susan and lifted her onto the bed and then I got undressed. I was so horny that I couldn't wait to taste her so I went straight to her pussy. As I ran my tongue up and down over her vulva and teased her labia Susan mewed and put her hands behind my head and pulled me into her pussy. Susan was very wet. She must have been wet before I even got to the house. It excited me to think that she had been that aroused by the idea of having sex with me. It was only a couple of minutes after that Susan had a big orgasm. 

As soon as Susan calmed I moved up on top of her and pushed my steel hard cock inside her hot, wet pussy. I began stroking slowly because I didn't want to climax to soon. As we got into a slow rhythm together I kissed Susan and asked her why she was so horny. 

Susan laughed and said, "I was hoping all day that we would make love tonight." 

That was good to hear. I asked, "How sure were you that we would end up in bed?" 

"I was pretty sure. I knew that if you still loved me I would be able to seduce you, and I was right. I am so happy now. Tomorrow you can get your stuff and bring it all back home. In a couple of weeks everything will be back to normal." 

I asked, "What do you mean back to normal?" 

"Well, just that by then our friends will know that we are back together and that I forgave you so they will too. Then we can start going out with them again." 

"You forgive me? Your friends forgive me?" As I mulled that over in my head I quickened my stroke and had my climax. As soon as my cock stopped spewing semen into Susan I pulled out and got off the bed. 

As I quickly dressed Susan asked me what was wrong. I said, "Did I ask you to forgive me? Do you think I give a fuck if your friends forgive me? The important question here is if I forgive you, And I don't." 

When I had me shirt and pants on, I picked up my socks and shoes and headed down stairs. Susan followed. When we got down stairs she said, "What this? You come over, fuck me and just leave? What kind of rotten bastard are you?" 

"The kind that doesn't fall for your bullshit anymore. When you are really ready to work things out give me a call." As I finished putting my shoes and socks on I was thinking 'Next one to speak.' 

As I headed to the door Susan said, "You know, you aren't really that good in bed. Bob is a much better lover." 

I said, "Oh, did you fuck him again?" 

"No. But now I remember your birthday and how great it was making it with as good a lover as Bob." 

"Ah... Now you remember. That's very interesting." I wanted to say more but I let it go. I decided it was time to keep my mouth shut. As I opened the door to leave I turned to Susan and said, "Susan, I still love you but I can't be with you anymore. If I stay with you, you'll ruin my life. Get help before you ruin your own life." It was hard but I didn't look back as I walked down the sidewalk to my car. 

As I drove away I wasn't sure how I felt but I knew that I would not contact Susan again. I didn't know if I wanted to get divorced or not so I decided to leave that up to Susan.



Susan Ch. 02



Susan picked the shopping cart that had the baby seat attached on the front. Not the one where kids put there legs through, but a seat like the one in her car where she has to put a newborn baby in. She pushed through the many isles of the women's clothing section, trying to pick out some new clothes for herself as well as her daughter who would most likely not where anything that she picks out for her; but she will still try anyway.

She was wearing a yellow dress with little red flowers on them. As soon as her husband left to work that morning, she undid the top three buttons on her dress to show a small but noticeable cleavage that she hoped would get her some attention. But as it was in the middle of the day, in the women's section of the department store, she wasn't finding that much attention except from the disapproving eyes of some of the older women shopping there that day.

As luck would have it for her, a stock boy who was passing by pushing a cart stacked with boxes was passing by. Instantly he took a notice to her as she slightly flipped blonde hair. She gave him a subtle smile and a seductive look with her blue eyes. And of course, it didn't take him long to get a look at her cleavage that stuck out like a sore thumb. He kept looking at her as he kept on going before she was out of sight.

Susan was finally happy, all she wanted was to be noticed a little by a man today and she got it. It has been three weeks since that incident at the gas station bathroom, and it's all she's been thinking about since then. She kept wondering when and how she will be able to get to experience the joy and excitement that she felt that day.

After she paid for her items, she went back to her car. She placed her purchased items in the trunk and put the baby in the safety seat in the back. She was already to go except for one minor detail, her car wouldn't start. She popped the hood of the engine and looked inside. It was then that she remembered that she knew nothing about car engines and had no idea of what she was supposed to be looking for.

"May I help you miss?" A voice said.

Susan turned around and saw the stock boy that she saw earlier out of his uniform and into his casual clothes. He was a good looking man, about 25 or 26 years of age. He stood at least 5'8, medium build, and had brown hair and eyes.

"Oh yes, can you?" Susan replied.

He turned the key in the ignition first and then checked the engine.

"Well I don't know miss, I'm guessing it's the battery but I'm not completely sure."

"Damn," she said. "I have laundry to take out of the washer. The timer is busted and I don't want to ruin my clothes."

"Well," he began to say. "I could drive you home if you want. You could call your mechanic to pick it up later.

"Oh, could you really?" She said, pretending like she was a woman in desperate need of a man's help.

She didn't really have laundry to do. But while he was checking her car engine and she was checking his ass, she got an idea. After they put her items in the trunk and the baby, who was sound asleep, in the back seat they were off.

"Thank you again for doing this," she said.

"It's not a problem miss," he replied.

"Please, call me Susan."

"Ok, you can call me Mick."

During the drive Susan hiked up her skirt a bit to show off her well toned legs. She can tell that Mick was trying to drive and take a few glimpses at he legs, and a few times trying to get a look at her cleavage again. She knew what he was after as soon as he came up to her to ask if she needed help. But what she didn't let on is that she wanted the same thing. And she was intent on playing that game just to tease him and then give him a big surprise.

When they got to her house she pulled out the spare garage door opener that she had in her purse and told him to drive right in. He took her bags into the house and she brought in the baby.

"I guess I'll be going now," he said.

"No," she said. "Just wait there one minute I'll be right back."

She took the baby upstairs to the nursery room and placed in his crib. She looked at herself in the mirror hanging on the wall. She fixed her hair a bit, and undid two more buttons on her dress to make a bigger cleavage line.

"Now I'm ready," she said.

But before she could leave the room, the baby began to cry. By the pitch of his cry, she knew he was hungry.

"Shoot," she said.

She undid the last two buttons on the front of her dress and pulled down the bra cup covering her left breast. She picked up the baby and began to feed him. She rocked him back and forth and sang him a song as he suckled on her breast. As she turned around she came face to face with Mick. His face was in shock with seeing her breastfeeding her baby. At first he couldn't get his eye off of her naked breast, but then he covered them to make it look like he wasn't trying to be perverted.

"Oh, gees," he said. "I am so sorry. I just wanted to say goodbye."

"No, it's Ok. I'm the one that should be sorry; I forgot that I had a guest. Can you please wait for me in the kitchen? I'll be right down in a minute, I promise."

He left and went back down to the kitchen. Susan chuckled at this incident, she knew he wasn't shy about seeing her breast but wanted to be modest about it. After she was done feeding her son, she placed him back in his crib to sleep, redid her dress with that extra cleavage that she wanted and went back downstairs to the kitchen where Mick was waiting with a smile. She still wanted to have fun and tease him some more.

"I'm sorry about that," she said.

"Oh, it's Ok," he said while trying not to look at her cleavage.

"I'm glad you didn't leave," she said as she slowly walked up to him with a seductive smile.

"Oh really," Mick said. He was smiling even more; she can see that he thinks that she's coming on to him.

"Yes," she said. "What kind of person would I be without offering you a drink for all you help?"

And with that she walked away from him and to the refrigerator. Mick's smile turned into a disappointed frown. He then realized that Susan wasn't coming on to him for sex, just as she hoped he would feel.

"What would you like?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing really, but thanks anyway."

"Are you sure? I got some apple cider here."

"No, that's Ok, thank you. But I really got to be going."

"Oh, Ok then. Thanks again for all your help."

"It's cool; I always like to help people as much as I can."

He went back to the garage and got into his car. He was about to turn the key into the ignition but then he saw Susan yelling for him to stop, and ran into the front drivers side of the car. She bent over as she went in showing off even more cleavage then before. At that moment he thought that he was going to get lucky.

"I forgot my purse," she said and picked up the purse she purposely left in the car.

And again, Mick regained his disappointment.

"Oh," he said.

"Plus, I think I know a better way to thank you for your help than to offer you just a drink."

And with that she placed her hand on his cock and grabbed it. Mick looked at her hand and then at her face, and gave her the biggest smile of his life. There, in the car she undid his pants and pulled out his cock that quickly erected at her touch. She balanced herself in the car and pulled the parking brake back down for comfort. She first stroked his cock gently and slowly sped up the pace. She then started to lick around the shaft and kissing the head of it. Finally she took it all into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. She began to rapidly pump his cock into her mouth making loud sucking noises as she did this.

She pulled the cock out of her mouth and sat up. She pulled off her panties and threw it in his face. She then pulled down the top half of her dress to reveal the sexy, lingerie like bra that lifted up and pushed together her 32dd tits. She then pulled down that bra to reveal the actual size of her tits. Mick's mouth dropped in awe at the sight of best pair of tits that he has ever laid his eyes on. She then moved in closer to him and sat on his legs. They were face to face, with her back resting on the steering wheel.

They started to kiss first, sucking in each others tongue. She then guided his cock to the tip of her pussy and took it all in. They both moaned in unison at the first penetration.

Susan had her hands on Mick's shoulders. Mick had his hands on Susan's tits and massaged them gently as she rocked herself back and forth on his cock. She grinded him slowly at first and then suddenly, without warning, started to hump him very fast and wildly. He had his hands on her ass and thrust his pelvis upward each time she thrusted hers. Before she knew what hit her, Susan began to come over and over again.

After fifteen minutes of this animal like passion he gave one last thrust before firing his load right into her and they stopped. Susan can feel the sperm swimming its way into her body. It's a good thing she's on the pill, she thought. Mick rested his head on her chest, he could hear her heartbeat slowing down. And without asking for permission first, he took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked on it and drank the milk that came out. She liked the feel of a grown man milking her tits with his mouth.

She got off of him after a few minutes and dressed herself back up in her car. She made him promise not to mention this to anyone, because she liked going to the department store he worked at and didn't want to be pointed at by other employees or possibly have it getting back to her husband. He promised and he was true to his word. She also told him that this would be the only time, and he didn't mind that at all.

She gave him one last kiss, got out of the car and he drove off. She went back into the house to hear the baby crying to get changed. She walked upstairs with a smile on her face, thinking about what just happened. She couldn't wait for the next guy that comes along.

To be continued...



Susan Ch. 02



This is part two of a story about an unfaithful young woman. If you don't like women being unfaithful, don't read this story. I was surprised at the hate for Susan in the feedback given to the first story. It is only a story and I'm not trying to anger people or upset the "self righteous moral indignation" crowd. It is written for people's enjoyment and to develop ideas. I have an idea where I want to take this story and would welcome any constructive feedback from those who read it. Susan is a flawed character and future chapters will describe her descent from a stable loving relationship to a life she could never imagine



Susan walked home from the bookstore with Dan. They held hands but she didn't want to be anywhere near him. Her head was filled with so many thoughts. Her own introverted nature had always resulted in her thinking things through in her mind over and over but this was different. Not only was her head filled with thoughts but also her heart was racing and her body felt electric. She couldn't stop thinking about the feeling of the hard cock in her mouth and how she had sucked it. The cum she had swallowed had such a strong taste but she didn't care. Never had Susan enjoyed the taste of cum or indeed sucking cock but for some reason she had felt an overwhelming compulsion at that particular moment.

"Your quiet honey," said Dan trying to make small talk. Susan never answered so Dan continued. "Don't be mad at me because I spent so much time in there. You know what I am like when I have my head in a book."

Susan had always loved Dan's thirst for knowledge and passion for reading but right now it annoyed her. Right now, Dan annoyed her. She didn't want to be with him. In fact, she just wanted to be alone. There was a lot of thinking to do and by the time they got home, Susan couldn't even remember all Dan's feeble attempts at small talk.

As soon as they got home, Susan excused herself so she could run a bath. She wanted to be alone. Soaking under a pile of bubbles seemed like a safe bet for some space. Dan left her to it and settled down with a book. As Susan undressed in the bedroom, she thought about Peter. She thought about his body and how she would like to actually undress in front of him. Susan thought about his cock and how it would grow if he could see her undress the way she was doing at that moment. The feeling of his hard cock in her mouth was all too memorable and she became aroused thinking about it. Before getting in the bath she decided to get a drink of water and made her way to the kitchen. 

Susan was completely naked. Dan didn't notice her walk past; he was enjoying his book too much. Susan made herself a drink and then once again stood naked in the kitchen exposed to the world outside the window. She looked again and could see her neighbour once again looking at her. This time she didn't blush. She didn't move. Instead, Susan gave him a long lingering view of her magnificent naked tits. There was no eye contact or anything to suggest she knew he was looking at her but she enjoyed this dark side to her character. She enjoyed the even darker side that had come out earlier that day when she had fallen to her knees and sucked the cock of a man she hardly knew. Susan was lost in a daydream of the events from earlier in the day. Standing naked in her kitchen on full display to her neighbour, she finished her drink and made her way back to the bath.

Again Dan never even looked up as Susan streaked past him. She sunk into the bath and lay there lost in her own thoughts. All those thoughts were about Peter Stones. Despite doing something totally out of character for herself, she wasn't interested in questioning why she had done it. Her only interest was Peter and her body and mind were full of feelings and thoughts for him. Never in her life had she felt this way.

There was no sense of regret or anything like that. No guilt or confusion. Just a mind of thoughts about how to take things further, when she would see Peter again and what would happen. Susan enjoyed being naked in the water. Her body needed to feel Peter's body next to her and she enjoyed the immeasurable lust she felt. Lying there in the bath, she decided to take the following day off work and go to find Peter. She couldn't wait to see him again.

Suddenly, the silence of the moment was broken by the sound of a knock at the door.

"I'll get it honey," called Dan. Susan listened and could hear Dan talking. It sounded like whoever had knocked had stepped into the house. Then she recognised the voice. It was Peter. Electricity shot through her body. Susan quickly sat up in the bath trying to listen more closely. The soap and bubbles ran from her tits and as her nipples rose just above the water level. They were hard. She stood up and the soapy water ran from her skin. Her pussy retained a few soapy bubbles as she stepped out of the bath and quickly towelled herself dry. Although not completely dry, she wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out of the bathroom. The towel barely covered her ass and she knew it.

Dan looked shocked to see her approach.

"Oh, I didn't know we had company," she said. " Hello Peter. Excuse me, I just stepped out of the bath." Peter greeted her politely and made as little eye contact as possible so as not to upset Dan. His cock twitched in his trousers and Susan seemed to know it.

"Why don't you finish getting dressed Honey while I talk with Peter," said Dan.

"Darling you are forgetting your manners. Can I get you a drink Peter?" asked Susan. She knew this was pissing off her fiancé but she was not in control of herself. Peter politely refused the drink and Susan had no choice but to leave them and get dressed.

When she returned a few minutes later she was clothed and entered the living room where Peter and Dan were joking and deep in conversation. Dan stopped laughing when she returned. There was a sort of unspoken unease about Susan being in Peter's company. Dan couldn't understand it but he didn't like the idea of his beautiful fiancé being anywhere near Peter.

Susan sat down next to Dan and held his hand. All the time she was looking at Peter and lusting after him. The closer she sat to Dan, the harder it was for him to see her looking at Peter.

Peter got up to leave. He had agreed with Dan to collect payment for the ring the following evening and shook Dan's hand as he prepared to leave. Peter was all charm and politeness as he turned to Susan again and congratulated her saying how pleased he was that she liked the ring. He offered Susan a hand to shake and she shook it. His touch aroused her but it was deliberately short lived so Dan couldn't suspect anything.

As Peter left the house and Dan closed the door behind him, the tension left Susan and she could relax. She felt a high from having seen him again and knew that she would find him again the following day.

That night, Dan had tried to initiate some sexual contact but Susan rejected him using tiredness as an excuse. Dan lay awake reading a book as Susan lay next to him, facing away from him with her eyes wide open and her head full of thoughts for Peter. Dan tried his luck again. He snuggled up behind her and almost out of habit she snuggled back against him. Dan's hand slipped down and raised her nightgown exposing her naked ass. His cock was hard and he pressed it against her. She was still aroused and decided to accept his advances without turning round. Dan continued to probe with his fully hard cock but was struggling to penetrate. It took a guiding hand and a shuffle of her naked ass to position herself correctly so his cock was ready to enter her. Then Susan raised her leg slightly to allow access and she closed her eyes as Dan's cock slid into her.

Dan's hands moved round to embrace her and he started a steady rhythmic fuck as he held her tight. She pushed back against him to increase her pleasure but what was really turning her one was her thoughts of Peter. It was him she wanted and it was only by blocking out Dan's moans and murmurs that she could really enjoy what was happening. As Dan came deep inside her she thought about how she had sucked Peter's cock and swallowed his cum earlier that day. Susan had almost failed to notice Peter was finished and she didn't even turn round to kiss him. Dan rolled over and was soon asleep. Susan couldn't even remember if he had said good night. All her thoughts were elsewhere.

The next morning was a Monday, Susan kissed Dan as he left for work and stood by the window so she could watch him walk off down the street. Susan was focussed only on her plan for the day. That was to go and find Peter and satisfy her lustful cravings for him. There was no long term plan. Susan had made no attempt to work out where this might lead or what might become of her and Dan. All she could think about was Peter.

By half past nine she was walking past the bookstore expecting to see Peter at any moment. She had chosen a light summer dress that just about held her tits in place. Her legs looked fine beneath the thin material and her shoe heels tightened her calves making her look totally sexy. There was a confidence to her walk that she had never felt in her life. Peter was having a very positive effect on her. Several passers by checked her out as she walked passed but she didn't mind. In fact Susan for the first time ever, liked the fact that she turned heads. All her life her shyness had got the better of her but a new Susan was emerging that was confident and ready to take what she wanted.

Peter was waiting on the pavement by his door. He smiled as she approached and she slowed her walk. Suddenly this was real and she felt butterflies in her stomach. Susan was expecting to feel aroused but instead it was almost like nerves or fear. They said nothing to each other as he held the door open and she walked up the stairs. He followed her from behind and she knew his eyes were fixed on her ass. It was well rounded and swayed with each step. She slowed her stride and her ass swayed slower. Peter was consumed with lust. 

When they got to the top of the stairs, the second door was closed. She stood and waited for him. He reached out a hand with the key and Susan leaned back slightly to allow him access to the lock. Both of them were silent but smiling at each other. Susan turned to watch him position the key over the lock. Peter didn't push it in but instead waited. Susan raised her hand to his and helped him push the key in the lock. It slowly slipped in with her pushing it and him not resisting. Eventually it was fully in the lock and she let go of his hand. It was symbolic of what they were both thinking. They were both breathing slowly and standing so close, it was impossible to not be aware of this. She was pinned to the wall as he stood so close to her. His body was against hers and brushed against one of her nipples. The door opened and they both stepped inside together.

Still without speaking, Peter walked to the bedroom and Susan followed. He put the key on the bedside table and turned to look at her. They were stood five feet apart and Susan made the first move. It was a bold move. She reached down and pulled up her dress and lifted it over her head. Peter stood there mesmerised. She didn't stop there though and unhooked her bra releasing her massive tits. They were young and firm and didn't drop too much as her bra fell away. Peter started to undress too and they just stared at each other. Next she removed her panties stepping out of them one leg at a time. 

Susan was completely naked and fully aroused. She climbed into the bed and waited under the sheets for him. Peter finished undressing and removed the last of his clothes. His cock was swollen but not hard. She smiled and stared at it swinging between his legs as he approached. As he climbed into bed it got harder and by the time he shuffled over to her it was fully hard.

They kissed and she spread her legs. He rolled over on top of her body and was soon between her legs with his cock pressing against her pussy. They embraced and kissed and ground their bodies together. Soon Peter's cock was probing the entrance to her pussy and she moved to accept it. With a mutual thrust in the right direction for both of them, he penetrated Susan. Her pussy was wet, not soaking but within a couple of thrusts it was fully lubricated and he fucked her. Her legs wrapped round him and she raised them up so he could fuck even deeper. It wasn't long before her first orgasm approached and he seemed to instinctively sense this and slowed down to make the moment last longer. Susan soon came. It built from a mild orgasm to something far greater than she expected and her legs and arms felt week in the afterglow of the moment.

Peter hadn't cum but he didn't have to wait long. Susan moved her head down under the covers and took his cock in her mouth. For the first time in her life she sucked a cock after fucking it. She had never tasted herself on a man. It didn't make one bit of difference. All she wanted was Peter's cum and he soon delivered. His cock exploded in her mouth and she swallowed all of it. They still hadn't spoken to each other since she arrived but it didn't matter. Susan had got what she came for. She lay there completely naked in his arms with a feeling of total well-being and satisfaction.

Soon they started to talk. Peter paid her complements and she responded with appropriate modesty. Just as their conversation had started instantaneously, so it ended. Peter pushed Susan over onto her front and she raised herself onto her hands and knees. She offered her rear to him and he positioned himself behind her. This was a moment to savour and he held his cock and aimed it straight into her freshly fucked pussy. She pushed back and then gyrated herself back against him. It was almost as if she was chewing at his cock with her ass. It felt fantastic and he didn't have to thrust as she made all the movements needed. Eventually she collapsed her arms and her butt stuck even further into the air. Susan held still as Peter thrust into her. He held her hips and slammed himself deeper. She started to moan as he raced to a climax. No climax came though and he showed greater stamina than she was used to. Susan slipped forward off his cock and turned round. 

Peter took in the sight of her lying on her back. Her pussy lips were wide open but it was her tits that took his attention. She knew this and pushed them together with both hands. Within moments he was straddling her and sliding his cock between her tits. She pushed her nipples around his cock and he fucked her tits. Susan craned her neck so the tip of his cock could reach her mouth and she took the head in as he continued to slide between her tits. Eventually, Peter gave up on the tits and just concentrated on sliding slowly into her mouth. Susan took as much as she could and sucked him all the way in. He pulled out and then slid back in. The sight of her lips around him was too much and Peter pulled out again as he came over her face. She tried to get him back in her mouth but he shot again and his cum flew into her approaching mouth. Her lips closed over his cock and she swallowed his third and forth spurts as his cock head pulsed inside her throat.

Peter collapsed onto the bed with Susan still holding his cock in her mouth. She moved her head so she could keep it in his mouth as he lay on his side. Moaning as she sucked, she waited for it to soften. Then Susan let it slip out. For the next hour they just stayed on the bed idling away the time, fondling each other and talking. Susan was besotted with Peter and he was revelling in her attention.

The peace of the moment was broken by a knock at the door. Susan instinctively wrapped herself in the bedsheet, she was naked and the noise made her feel vulnerable. Peter whispered to her to keep quiet. He put on a robe and went to the the small table by the bed. He opened the single drawer hanging beneath the table and took out a gun. Susan was stunned into silence. She had never seen a real gun before.

"Peter, its me!" said a mans voice from behind the door.

"Shit you scared me," said Peter. "Wait a second."

Susan couldn't see the visitor as the door opened and they both spoke in whispers. After about a minute, the visitor left and Peter returned to the bedroom. Susan was scared and afraid.

"Who was that?" she asked.

"A business partner," answered Peter.

"Is that a real gun?" Susan asked naively. Peter laughed at the question and put the gun away. He told her not to worry and that he had to be careful sometimes because there were a lot of bad people out there who like to rob jewellers. He lay next to her on the bed and removed the bedsheets that were covering her. They embraced and kissed passionately. Susan became aroused by the kissing and was just preparing herself for another round of love making when Peter broke off the kiss.

"You gotta go. I gotta go too. I have somethings to attend to," Peter said.

"Can't it wait?" she asked, hoping to enjoy Peter between her legs just one more time.

"Not today it can't."

"Are you coming round for the money tonight?" she asked.

"That's the plan. Does he have my money?" asked Peter.

"I guess. Why wouldn't he?" Susan was full of questions.

"I'm just used to people not paying on time. Occupational hazard." Peter was dressing as he was talking. He seemed in a rush to leave. Susan started to hunt for her clothes. Her naked body was a feast for any mans eyes as she gathered up her clothes but Peter was only interested in getting himself ready. He gave her a kiss on the lips and said, "Let yourself out but don't touch anything in here."

With that Peter left the room and the apartment. Susan was confused. Peter had turned from attentive charmer to someone who couldn't wait to leave. She felt used and surprised that after their love making, he no longer seemed to have the manners and charms that she had found so appealing. In fact, there was an edge to him she wasn't sure about and the gun was a little frightening. Susan should have spotted all the signals but she was besotted. She tried to excuse all the unanswered questions in her mind and could only think of when she would see Peter again.

Although she considered having a look round the apartment, she left without touching anything and made her way home. Back in her bath, soaking in the hot soapy water, she reflected on the day's events. She felt no guilt for cheating on Dan. 

She couldn't wait for later that day when Peter was coming to collect his money.



Susan Ch. 02



London , England
Ms. Fellowes apartment
The present

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 Virginia loved her job because she had no scruples and loved money. For the next short while she had the use of a most sort after London apartment and a new new toy to play with. She had no idea where Simon got them but, hey ; here was another one that was to get her mind rewired, willing or not.

  The first day was a real bummer with all the mess so she might as well get started. She had changed into her nurses uniform which was white thigh boots, a short mini skirt with a very tight shirt and cap. They were the like the ones you bought at any good sex shop in Soho. She retrieved a collar, locks and chain from her box of tricks and went back to Ms. Fellowes and her problems. She also took her phone with it's camera. Ms Fellowes hadn't moved.

FLASH!!!

" Ms. Fellowes, Ms. Fellowes; I see you have had an accident. I'm a silly girl as I didn't know you were incontinent . Ms. Fellowes shouldn't we get you cleaned up?"

 Susan was humiliated, degraded and confused which was just what the nurse wanted in fact. Clean ; some one had mentioned clean , wanted to be clean, yes she wanted to be clean.

"Yes clean ... clean."

" Ms. Fellowes, would you like to let me help you to be clean?"

The drug she had unknowingly ingested had confused her, she couldn't think. Her mind would start off on a thought but she couldn't hold it; work on it,develop it. Her thoughts kept returning to her humiliating state and the soaking mess between her legs.

". . . yes."

It took her a few moments to get that out. Virginia made another suggestion to her knowing that what little thinking capacity she had would be on the word " clean " rather then the fact she was about to be collared.

"First thing is first then, I'm going to put a collar and chain on your neck because if I don't do that I can't get you clean . Do you want to be clean Ms. Fellowes?"

". . . . clean."

 Virginia didn't know the name of the drug as it was too long . She just called it confusion. It certainly worked.

" Do you want me to put the collar on then so we can start to be clean?"

" . . . yes ,clean."

  Virginia moved across to Ms. Fellowes and locked the collar and then the end of the long chain to the shelf. She released the chained wrists and dropped the hand cuffs to the floor. She moved out of the shower . It was just step by step now. Suggest a reasonable course, add the word " clean " and Ms. Fellowes no longer had enough thought power to question any thing that might stop her from being clean.

" Ms Fellowes to be clean we must get that shoe off, can you do that do you think?"

" . . . clean ."

" To be clean let go of the rail and sit. Good. Turn around and bring your knees up. We have to get that shoe off to be clean."

Susan flopped to the floor; sitting in her own mess and turned and bought up her knees. She had no conception of dignity or modesty left. She had her knees up and spread and had racked her skirt into her lap. Her head was slumped forward and long hair hung over face. Long strands of pubic hair spilled between her thighs from the wet panties.

  Ms. Fellowes struggled with the buckle but gave up and just pushed the strap down to free the shoe.

" Very good; what should we do next? What about your suit coat, remove your suit coat Ms. Fellowes to be clean. Cross your legs and remove the coat."

  Ms. Fellowes struggled with the last remaining button on the coat but gave up and ripped the front open.

" Now the shirt.Tear the front of the shirt open to be clean and slip out of it."

  Ms. Fellowes ripped the shirt open , buttons went every where; and bent forward to free her arms from the shirt. Her hair now lay on the wet dress between her gaping thighs and started soaking up her urine.

FLASH!!!

" Your slip is next, break those straps on your shoulders and then get that bra off. Soon you will be clean."

 The straps broke easily and she bent forward further to get to the catches on the back of the bra. As the breasts swung free they hung, covering the belly. They were very large and welled formed . 

" Soon you will be clean. Undo your belt and lets get the dress and slip off. Don't stand as we don't want you slipping over, we want you clean."

  Ms. Fellowes struggled out of the ruined clothes and pushed the wreckage away from her feet. She was down to panties, garter belt and stockings. Virginia wondered what she was thinking? Could she think?

" Lets get the rest off now and I'll get the bath going so you will be clean."

  The bathroom was large and had a Jacuzzi and big bath tub. She started to run some warm water in to the bath. She turned to check her new toy. The women's skin was flawless and the hair spilling off her head was thick with a healthy sheen; well the bits not wet with her urine. Large tufts of body hair peeked out from the armpits, the thick wet pubic patch hide the secrets beneath it well.

Her last stocking came off and she was naked.

FLASH!!!

" Ms. Fellowes would you like a bath? A bath will make you clean."

".. yes. Bath."

" Crawl over and get in the bath, be careful you don't slip."

  Her breasts swung beautifully under her chest and Virginia got an eyeful between the legs as she raised them to get into the bath.

" Clean your self and then the bathroom Ms. Fellowes."

  Virginia got a garbage bag and gingerly picked up the ruined clothes and took them to the garbage chute.



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  Ms. Fellowes had been busy, in fact she still was . She had clean on the brain after all and was busy scrubbing the bathroom floor for the third time when Virginia returned some time latter.

" Enough Ms. Fellowes, you have done so well. Now you stand over here and let me adjust your chain. Smile."

FLASH!!!

"Now let's go into the living room where I can be comfortable and we can set you up a bit."

She unlocked the collar chain and led a naked Ms Fellows into her living room and placed her on the floor . Getting a belt out of the box she got it around her waist and locked it on. Ringed leather cuffs went on Ms. Fellowes wrists and ankles. She then arranged Ms. Fellowes in a most photogenic position.

FLASH!!!

Ms. Fellowes had her ankles pulled back to her bum and her knees spread wide. Her hands were put behind her neck and there was another flash. It was enough thought Virginia as she looked at the time. In about 15 minutes minutes the drug would be wearing off and Virginia wanted Ms. Fellowes in much less dignified position. She grabbed her left wrist and got it under the left knee and locked the inside of the wrist to the outside of the left ankle. Doing the same with the other wrist and ankle left Ms. Fellowes with her legs gaping very wide indeed and totally unable to close them. There was one more little touch and Virginia got out an adult version of a child's potty. It had a seat and everything and Ms. Fellowes looked such a picture on her potty when she had been lifted onto it.

FLASH!!!

Virginia went to pour another special water from a different bottle for her patient and then got her to drink it. She then got a ball gag into her mouth and locked it around her head. It was time for Act II.

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Susan felt the confusion in her brain clearing only to find her self naked, gagged, her legs spread, wrists locked to ankles and sitting on what looked like a potty. Just to cap it off she was having a wee wee. She burst into tears.

Virginia noticed and was quite content to leave her there for a while. She went into the bedroom for another nap.

Susan mind had cleared somewhat and she couldn't think how she had got into this night mare. The police were after her, she had committed her self and signed over her legal guardianship and she was sitting on a fucking potty naked . She wished she could scream. Here came that crazy prattling nurse again.

"Ms. Fellowes back with us I see, feeling better after your accident are you?"

Susan nodded as there was little else she could do.

" Had enough from the restraints,can I let you up now and you promise to be a good girl?"

Susan nodded and Virginia came over and released the legs from the ankles. She snapped a chain on from the collar to a heavy chair.

" What about this nasty gag. Are you going to be a good girl if a take it out?"

Susan gave a resigned nod and felt relief and tried to get some saliva into her mouth.

" Lets check on you, up you get and touch your toes. Spread the legs, that's it."

Susan had the indignity of being wiped dry . 

" Now you can stay up for a while . Oh look your pottys a bit full. Put the lid on and and go and empty and clean it then we will powder you and get you in a nice clean nappy. "

She freed the chain from the chair and took her to the bathroom and locked the chain onto the shower shelf. Susan found her self surprised to find no argument in her as she followed obediently to empty her potty. Virginia was well pleased and loved the drugs they gave her to work with. Just so cool. She had a video link shortly and needed Susan dressed and ready to go for that but first needed to get her hair shampooed. When she had finished cleaning the potty her wrist cuffs and belt were removed and she was ordered back into the shower to shampoo her hair.

Susan found her self naked in the same room as another women but couldn't seem to articulate any complaint. She was collared and had leather cuffs on her ankles and was obediently washing her hair. Why? Now she was being told to comb and dry it with a hand dryer. Was she some sort of robot?

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Susan now looked like she was back in her element, she was back behind her desk, in her suit with nicely brushed hair and fresh make up. Her rings and wrist watch were on and she was wearing a beautiful broach on her breast. She looked good. She was facing the computer screen and camera and ready to go. Below the desktop,out of site of the camera it was a different story. Susan was back in her belt and two chains held her in the chair. She was in her nappy and had bare feet. She was waiting for first contact with the Sun Institute.

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.............to be continued



Susan Ch. 03



SUSAN Chapter 3 MOVING ON 

For the next couple of weeks Susan called my office everyday after I had left for the day and she would leave nasty messages for me. When I didn't respond to them Susan stopped calling. 

When I hadn't heard from Susan in a month I began to wonder what she was doing. Had she given up on us? For that matter had I given up? I needed to find out but I couldn't call her so I started spying on her. 

I began driving by the house in the evening to see if she was home. Occasionally I waited outside her office till she left work and I would follow her to see where she would go. I continued this until one Wednesday night I followed her from her office to a bar that I often frequented. I guessed that she was hoping I would be there. I waited twenty minutes before I went in so that when she saw me she wouldn't know I was following her. 

As I entered the bar I tried to spot her without appearing to be looking for anyone. I spotted her before she saw me. That's because she was busy at the time. Susan was sitting in a booth with a man I didn't know. He had his arm around her and they were sitting with there heads very close together as they talked. This did not appear to be a casual meeting. 

I wondered if this was a plan to make me jealous, but how would she know that I would come in on this particular night. Wednesday night was not a night I usually went out for drinks. 

I didn't know what to do. I was trying to decided if I should stand around until Susan noticed me or should I leave and not let her know I saw her. The one thing I knew I wouldn't do was go over to the table and speak to her. I had just decided to leave and had started toward the door when Susan looked over and saw me. I could tell by the expression on her face that she had not wanted me to see her. We made eye contact. I continued to stare at her until she looked down at the floor. After that I quickly left. I didn't want to make either of us any more uncomfortable than I already had. 

When I got back to my apartment I fixed myself a strong drink and sat down to think about what had happened. Had Susan given up on us and decided to move on with her life. I was the one who left her. I'm the one who should be moving on. I decided right then that I was going to start dating again. In spite of my decision I felt like I had just lost something important to me. I figured that this was at least partly my fault. I was the one who decided that I needed to trick Susan into changing and now I guessed that my plan didn't work. 

All day that Thursday I felt sick. I don't know if the drinks I had the night before were part of the problem or not but I was sure that I was feeling the loss of Susan more that I thought I would. All this time I had thought that I had the upper hand but I was wrong. 

Some how I managed to get through the day and was in the process of clearing off my desk and getting ready to go home when the phone rang. To my shock it was Susan. When I answered the phone she just said, "It's me." 

I didn't know how to react so I kept as calm as I could and said, "Hi." 

"About last night." 

"What about last nigh?" I tried to sound like it wasn't important to me to know anything about last night. 

"I didn't want that to happen... I mean, I didn't want you to see me with him." 

"You wanted to keep it a secret? If you had hoped to save our marriage by sneaking out with other men behind my back... that is not the way to do it." 

"Well it's just that we haven't talked in so long, well, I was beginning to think we would never get back together. Then I met Kevin at work and he asked me out. He seemed nice so I accepted. I guess I just don't want to be alone anymore." 

"Did you have sex with him?" 

"No. And if I did, why would that be any of your business?" 

"I am just trying to understand where I stand." 

Susan said, "I'd like to know where you stand too." 

"Are you going out with him again?" 

"Yes. He is taking me out to dinner Saturday." 

"Are you going to sleep with him?" 

"I don't know. I am not thinking that far ahead. I just thought I owed it to you to tell you what's going on." 

I said, "Maybe this is the right thing to do. I am going to start dating again. I guess it might be time for us to move on with our lives." 

"You're just saying that to try and make me jealous?" 

"Now why do you have to get like that? We are having a good conversation and you start getting nasty. Am I the only person that brings that trait out in you?" 

"I'm sorry, you're right that was uncalled for and I apologize. So now what do we do?" 

"I guess we move on and see what happens." 

"Can I call you again?" 

"Sure.' 

There was a moment of silence then Susan said, "I love you." Then she hung up before I could respond. 

I sat starring at the phone for a few minutes while I digested our conservation. Then I began making a mental list of the women I knew that I would like to go out with, then I eliminated those that were married, attached or that I knew wouldn't go out with me and ended up with a rather short list with Susan's name on the top. 

All that Saturday I could think of nothing else except that Susan was going out with this Kevin person that night and that she could end up having sex with him. I thought about calling her and asking her not to go out with him, but if I did that I would be a loser. It wouldn't be any good if it wasn't her choice. 

At seven o'clock that evening I couldn't stand it any longer so I got in the car and drove over to the house. I got there at 7:30, just in time to see Susan and her date getting into his car and pulling away from the curb. Unfortunately they were headed in the opposite direction so I couldn't get turned around in time to follow them. I drove around to all of the restaurants that I knew Susan liked but didn't spot the silver Corvette that Kevin was driving at any of these places. 

Feeling defeated the only thing I could think of to do was go back to the house and wait to see if Susan would come home and if she did would she invite Kevin into the house. I parked the car around the corner and walked back and went into the back yard. I used my keys to unlock the back porch and went in and sat. From the porch I could see out into the street so I'd be able to see Kevin's car when it pulled into the driveway. I looked at my watch. It was just after nine o'clock. I had been driving around for an hour and a half. It was dark on the porch so I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. 

I must have fallen asleep because the next sound I heard was a car door closing. I looked out to the street and there was the silver Corvette. It was now eleven o'clock. I got up close to the window and looked into the house. I saw Susan and Kevin come into the living room and Kevin sat on the sofa. Susan disappeared in the direction of the kitchen. While she was gone I took a good look at Kevin. When he entered the room he appeared to be about six feet five inches tall with a very athletic body. He had dark brown hair, which was cut short. He had the good looks of a movie star and the body of a professional athlete and his clothes and car said that he had a lot of money. I couldn't compete with this guy. 

When Susan came back into the room she was carrying two glasses of wine. I sat and suffered while I watched the two of them talking and drinking there wine. It must have been at least a half hour before Kevin leaned over and kissed Susan. Right then I wanted to rush in and stop them but I couldn't. 

Kevin took his time. He spent a lot of time just kissing Susan before he began to move his hands to her breasts. When he did Susan made no attempt to stop him. Kevin massaged her breast from outside her clothes for a short time then as he was kissing her, he began to unbutton Susan's blouse. Kevin soon had Susan's blouse open and he was kissing the tops of her breasts. When Kevin reached around behind Susan's back to unhook her bra, Susan leaned forward to make it easier for him. 

As I watched Kevin take Susan's nipple in his mouth I felt an actual pain in my heart. I didn't feel angry, just hurt. I guessed that when I had decided I couldn't be with Susan unless she changed I knew that this could happen. I could lose her to another man. I didn't want to watch her make love to Kevin but I couldn't turn away. As I continued to watch, Susan slid down on the sofa and Kevin went down with her. He was still sucking on her breasts as he began sliding his hand up Susan's leg. When he got to the hem of her skirt Susan reached down and stopped him. My heart literally jumped. Maybe she wasn't going to make love to him. Kevin removed his hand from her leg and continued loving her breasts and kissing her face and neck. 

After one particularly long kiss Kevin again began to run his hand up Susan's leg again, only this time when he reached the hem of Susan's skirt she didn't stop him. As a mater of fact, as his hand disappeared under her skirt Susan spread her legs farther apart. I could now see the white strip of cotton between Susan's legs. As Kevin's hand move up her leg Susan's skirt began to rise up also and soon her panties were completely exposed. When Kevin slipped his hand inside Susan's panties I wanted to cry while at the same time I had a tremendous erection. I couldn't understand how I could be both upset and sexually aroused  watching another man make love to my wife. 

After fingering Susan for what seemed like an eternity to me Kevin sat up and began to pull Susan's panties off. As soon as he had them off Kevin put his head between Susan's legs and began giving her oral pleasure. I could tell by the way Susan was laying with her head back that she was enjoying Kevin's attention. I think I saw her have an orgasm then shortly after that she pulled Kevin up. He quickly removed his clothes. As he turned toward Susan I got a look at his erection. I was relieved to see that he wasn't any better endowed then me. Once his clothes were off Kevin wasted no time getting his cock inside Susan's pussy. As I watched this man's ass bouncing up and down between my wife's legs a strange thing occurred to me. Rather than feeling resentment about Susan fucking this guy I was feeling relief that I didn't have to watch her suck his cock. I watched them go at it until I saw Kevin make several quick hard strokes into Susan then he stopped and they just held on to each other. At that point I decided that I had seen enough and I slipped quietly out of the porch and headed back to my car. 

When I got home I felt numb. I poured myself a drink and sat down in front of the television. The next thing I knew I was crying. 

After that night I stopped following Susan. 

The next time I saw Susan was five weeks later. She showed up at my apartment one night unexpectedly. She said she needed to talk to me. I let her in and fixed us both a drink and we sat down in the living room. Susan was on my sofa and I sat across from her in a kitchen chair (I didn't have much furniture). I asked her how she was and she said she was fine then I asked about Kevin. 

Susan replied, "That's what I want to talk to you about. Kevin went out of town on business two weeks ago and wont be back for another two weeks. Before he left he ask me if I would move in with him when he got back." 

I could feel the pain in my chest. "What did you tell him?" 

"I said that I needed time to think it over and he suggested that I could make my decision while he was away." 

I said, "I guess you're here because you made your decision, is that right?" 

"Yes. I've decided to tell him yes." 

"Well, I guess that's it then, we need to start divorce proceedings then don't we? I had hoped that you would make the effort to stay with me." 

"I'm sorry. I just can't be the person you want me to be." When she said this Susan began to cry. "Shit. I didn't want to break down." Now her whole body was shaking. 

I went to her and sat down and hugged her and said, "It's all right. I guess I saw this coming a long time ago. Even though we couldn't work things out a part of me will always love you." 

When I said that Susan turned her face up and looked me straight in the eye and said, "I will always love you too." Then she kissed me gently on the lips. I don't know what came over us but the next thing I knew we were kissing each other passionately. Our tongues were probing each others mouths and I was running my hands up and down her back. 

When it struck me what was happening I pulled back and said, "We shouldn't be doing this, it will just make things more difficult." 

Susan just looked at me and said, "Make love to me. I need you tonight."

I couldn't say no to that invitation. My need was great and I wasn't in a mood to be gentle. I immediately began opening the buttons on Susan's blouse as I tongue kissed her. As soon as I had her breasts exposed I started on her pants. When I opened her pants and began to pull them down I pulled her panties down with them. Once I had Susan naked I quickly stripped and sat on the sofa next to her again. Then I pulled her head down to my cock. I wanted her to suck my cock because she didn't suck Kevin's cock the night I watched them. I don't know why this was important to me. Susan didn't object. She had me ready to climax in just a few minutes. I pulled out because I didn't want to cum in her mouth. I waited a minute to calm down before I push my cock inside her pussy. When I was finally inside her we both started banging together as hard as we could. We had never had sex this violently before. I guess because of the circumstance we both wanted this to be about sex not about making love. 

After ten minutes of slamming into each other Susan had an orgasm and when she did she flexed her vagina mussels in such a way that it triggered my orgasm and I spewed my load in her. 

When we were done neither of us could look the other in the eye. Susan said, "I think I had better leave" and I agreed. 

When she was dressed and on her way out of the door she turned to say something but didn't. I could see the tears starting again. Then she turned and left. 

After she left I didn't know how I felt. I though over everything that happened then said out loud "If she wants a fuckin divorce, she'll have to come ask for it." I had to put Susan out of my mind and get on with my life. 

Another six weeks went by with out hearing from Susan. 

It was a Friday afternoon and I was returning to my office from a meeting. As I walked by my secretary she said, "There's a delivery for you in your office." 

When I walked into my office I was surprised to see a courier envelope on my desk. The note in the envelope read: "Dear Jamie, I need to talk to you. Would you please have dinner with me tonight? I will be waiting for you at Marie's at seven o'clock. I would understand if you don't want to see me but this is very important. Hope to see you tonight. Love Susan." 

I wasn't sure what to make her note. I decided to have dinner with her to find out she was up to. 

When I arrived I found Susan sitting at a table for two situated in the quietest part of the restaurant. She smiled brightly when she saw me. I guessed that was a good sign. When I sat down Susan said, "Thank you for coming. I was thinking that we should have dinner first and then we can talk. Is that all right with you?" 

"That's fine." 

Before I could say another word the waiter appeared and started telling us about the specials and then took our drink orders. When he left Susan asked how I had been. I told her I was fine and ask her how she was and she said, "I'm good." Then Susan started chatting about work and some funny things that had happened recently and I told her some of the things that had been going on in my life over the last several weeks. 

As we talked it struck me that up until this moment Susan and I had never had just a simple conversation about what was going on in our lives. I found that I was really enjoying her company. Maybe Kevin was good for her. 

After a wonderful dinner we sat drinking our wine, still talking and laughing and enjoying ourselves. Then it occurred to me that I didn't ask her about Kevin. So I asked, "How is Kevin?' 

Susan said, "That's over." 

"I'm sorry." 

"Don't be. Anyway, I think it's time I get to what I wanted to talk to you about." 

I had been thinking that she was going to ask for the divorce but now with Kevin out of the picture I wasn't sure what she wanted from me. 

Susan said, "I guess the best thing to do is say this straight out. I'm pregnant." 

I said, "Your what?" 

"I'm pregnant." 

"Your kidding." 

"I'm not." 

"How far along are you?" 

"About a month and a half. I am so scared I don't know what to do. I don't want a baby but I don't think I could handle going through an abortion by myself." 

"You want to have an abortion and you want me to help you get through it, is that the idea?" "Yes. I need you to help me." 

I asked, "Why isn't Kevin going through this with you. You did tell him didn't you?" 

"Why should I tell him?" 

I said, "Because he's the father isn't he? You should talk to him before you abort his baby." 

"I know I should talk to the father before I abort this baby. That's why I am talking to you." 

I said, "You want me to go with you to talk to the father?" 

"No stupid. You are the father." 

"I'm the father? How the hell could I be the father?" 

Susan said, "Have you forgotten the night I came to you apartment when Kevin was away?" 

"Okay, so we spent one night together, how can you be sure that it was me that got you pregnant?" 

Susan took a deep breath and said, "Let me explain. After Kevin left to go on that trip I ran out of my birth control pills. I didn't refill my prescription right away because Kevin was going to be gone all month and I didn't think I would need them. I was planning on refilling the prescription before he came home. I never planned for what happened when I came to your apartment that night." 

"Are you sure you didn't get pregnant when Kevin got back to town?" 

"I never saw Kevin again. After that night in your apartment I knew I couldn't be with Kevin. I could never love him the way I loved you." 

"Is this some trick of yours? What are you trying to pull here?" 

Susan broke down and began to cry as she spoke, "Over the last sever weeks I have learned a lot about myself. You are right. I have been a shrew. I realized how selfish I am and that's one reason I can't have this baby. I could never take proper care of a baby it would interfere with my life to much. I am not lying to you about this. I would never lie about something this important." 

I sat quietly for a few minutes thinking about everything Susan had just said. I didn't know why but I believed her. I though about what I should do and made a decision. I said, "Susan, I am going to help you. I'll help because I believe that I am the father of your baby and because a part of me still loves you. I am going to move back into the house with you. We can sleep in separate rooms but I will be there to help you through this pregnancy." 

Susan said, "I told you I can't go though this pregnancy. I can't take care of a baby." 

I said, "You can and will have this baby and I will be there to help raise this child because it is my baby too. I will not let you end this pregnancy." 

Susan said, "I'm too scared." 

"I'll be with you." 

It's funny, I moved back into the house into the guest bedroom and within a month I began to notice two things about Susan. First her belly was getting larger and second and more important the nice Susan was around more and more as time went on. It was shortly after that that I came home from work one evening to find that Susan had removed all of my clothes from my bedroom. When I asked her what she did with them she said , "I put them in your old closet in our bedroom. You have to move in with me so we can fix the other bedroom into a nursery. 




Susan Ch. 03



It's been nearly three days since Susan had her car towed away from the department store and taken to the mechanics. He said it was an easy job; it shouldn't more than a day. But she was in serious need of her car. She was behind in all her errands, she was tired of borrowing her son's car and having to hear him complain, and she was getting exhausted being cooped up in the house all day. While her two oldest kids were at school she left the baby with a neighbor and borrowed her car to go to see Jay, the mechanic her family usually goes to.

"I'm finished miss," Jay told her. "But it was much more serious than I originally thought it was going to be."

"How is that?" she asked.

"Well, I had to replace a couple of parts, and put in a lot of overtime."

"So how much is this going to cost me?" she asked with a disapproving look on her face.

"It will be about $1,500."

"WHAT!?" she yelled. "That's bullshit. There is no way my husband is paying that."

"You don't get you car back if you don't pay me."

"But that's too much. You don't know my husband like I do. He will keep this car here for the next year if he wanted to. Do you know how that will affect me? I have a house to take care of and three children. I need this car to do my errands."

"Sorry miss," he said while chewing his gum. "But I can't do anything for you about that. Either I get paid, or you don't get your car back."

Jay left the office and went to the garage to get back to work. Susan followed him and stopped at the entrance. There was nobody around, the other employees left to lunch as soon as she came. She looked at Jay, he was a handsome man in a rugged sort of way and if you clean the grease off of his hands. She noticed the way he was checking out her body, he was obviously interested. She decided to take a chance and make him her next target for her sexual adventures that she's wanted to continue. But this time she will get something more out of it than sex. Plus she knows that Jay is married to, so he wouldn't risk losing his wife by blabbing about they are about to do.

She walked in to the garage, there were two cars there parked side by side. Jay was working on one parked further from, he didn't notice her come in. Susan jumped up and sat on the trunk of the car closest to her. She crossed her legs and hiked up her skirt. She then laid back holding herself up with her arms. Jay looked at her as she did this; she was giving him that seductive look that he has seen on women many times.

"Jay," she began to say in a soft voice. "My family likes coming to you, we don't want to find us another mechanic. Is there any thing I could do to make the price drop by at least half? My husband will surely pay that."

"Drop it to $750?" he said as he walked closer to her. "I don't know. What can you do to make me drop it that low?"

"Oh, let's not beat around the bush, shall we. You know what I'm offering."

He placed his hand on her leg and slowly moved it up to her crotch and held it there for a while massaging her with his hand. She began to moan slightly at his touch.

"Ok, I'll do it. But you can't tell anyone about this, I don't want it to be getting back to my wife."

"No problem, just don't let it get back to my husband."

She grabbed his head and pulled it towards hers. They immediately locked there lips in a passionate embrace. He started kissing and nibbling on her neck and then moved down to her chest. He undid the buttons on the top of her dress and stuck his face deep into her cleavage area, kissing and sucking on her tits. At the same time he reached up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Susan was unbuckling his pants as he did this.

She got his pants and underwear down and his erection shot straight up at her. She was leaning on the edge of the car trunk trying to guide that monster cock into her.

"No," he said. "Not like that."

"What do you mean?"

"Turn around," he ordered.

"Why?"

"Your are going to take it up the ass."

Susan had the look of shock in her face. She never got it up the ass before, she suggested it to her husband once but he dismissed it as disgusting and said that only sexual perverts would do something like that. But being a sexual pervert is what she was striving to be.

She smiled at him and got off the car. She turned around and bent over. Jay lifted up her skirt over her ass. He massaged her ass cheeks first, alternating gentle touches and hard squeezing. He got on to his knees and was face to face with Susan's ass. He started licking, kissing, biting and sucking on her ass cheeks. Susan thought that this was incredibly weird, but still exciting none the less. But it didn't really get weird until he spread her ass cheeks apart and started to lick around the rim of her asshole. Susan's eyes shot wide opened and her mouth dropped in awe. That was the weirdest feeling that she has ever had around that region. She felt a huge tingle coming from her ass all the way up to her body.

After a few minutes he stood up and told her to brace herself. He guided the tip of his cock to the entrance of Susan's asshole, then shoved it right in. Susan gulped and her body heaved upward at the sudden pain. Jay started pumping his cock into her faster and faster, ramming into her harder with every thrust. Susan began to moan every time he pumped himself into her. She was beginning to like, it was better than she thought it would be. Jay started to grind his cock into her with a circular motion and lifting her body up until her feet kept getting off the ground. Susan was moaning much more and louder now, she was at the brink of an orgasm. Finally the both came together, it was the first time that either of them has fucked somebody and they both came at once. Jay didn't let go until every ounce of his cum shot up into Susan's ass.

Jay slowly pulled out of her and Susan felt a huge sigh of relief from the pain. They both got dressed and walked back to Jay's office. She had trouble walking though because of the pain she was still feeling in her ass. Jay was true to his word, and slashed his bill in half. He even let Susan take the car and have her husband pay him later or the next day.

That night her husband was surprised that the price was so low, he was sure to lose an arm and a leg over it.

"That Jay is something," he said in bed. "I was sure he was going to overcharge me but I guess I was wrong about him."

"There is a lot we don't know about the people we know, she said. "Just as you have them figured out, there's always something else that they are hiding.

"Whatever," he said and turned off the lamp on his night stand and got ready to sleep.

She reached over to her husband and began to rub his chest, she wanted to make love to him tonight. But he said that he was tired and maybe tomorrow night would be better. At that Susan turned off the lamp on her nightstand and went to bed angry, and planning on who she might want to fuck next.

To be continued...



Susan Ch. 03



London , England

Ms. Fellowes apartment

The present

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Susan was in video conference with a psychiatrist and was being asked the most intimate and personal questions and giving full replies. She would never answer such questions normally and was stunned by her replies. The most strange thing was there were a lot of questions about her daughter. What had her daughter to do with any thing?

The psychiatrist had her put on head phones and the screen changed . 

Virginia watched her patient start her mind rewire . Her eyes reflected the the quick changing colours from the screen. There was a background of pulsing music with the subliminal message, daughter/danger/drugs/police/save/commitment. Over and over the pulsating light and sound started reinforcing the message .

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Caroline was in a interrogation room at Heathrow having a hard time explaining two full suit cases of hard drugs. Caroline was Susan's 18 year old daughter.

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One hour latter

Susan was finished with what she thought was a funny TV programme. The psychiatrist was asking her questions again. When he was satisfied he had her shut down the computer. Virginia came over and released her. It was time to put her in mummy clothes and remove all her restraints.. When she was dressed and sitting on her sofa in the living room , Virginia made a quick call on her cell. Act III was about to begin.

The apartments house phone rang and Virginia had Susan answer it. It was a long conversation and the women returned crying and hysterical .What a surprise, her daughter was in police custody at Heathrow ; there was a small matter about a large amount of drugs. Life in a max security wing of a women's prison. Oh how terrible, how unfortunate and then bingo; Susan wanted to call Mr. Blake for help. Look we couldn't do that, look at the time, he would have gone home by now. No impossible , but he wouldn't be pleased. She slowly allowed her self to be persuaded and let her call Mr. Blake. Oh what joy, what happiness as it seems Mr. Blake can help. Susan seemed happy that her idea of getting her daughter committed seemed to move the problem towards a solution and her spirits had picked up remarkably. It seemed that Mr. Blake would bring her daughter to the apartment as soon as possible. Virginia just sat back and shook her had . She was constantly surprised with what the drug and sub subliminals could do in such a short time.

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The daughters arrival was suitably dramatic. She was wearing what had been a beautiful frock which was now torn leaving her bra cupped left breast exposed. There was a tear and piece missing leaving the right leg and the top of stockings and suspenders were on view. Obviously didn't like strip searches it seemed. Her mother rushed to her and started hugging and kissing but is was hard for Caroline to respond as her wrists were handcuffed behind her back and her arms were held by two large female police constables. Mr. Blake bought up the rear. Caroline had been given her special drink of water on the way in and needed to be locked up in the shower pretty shortly for her "accident". The girl was crying and totally confused and needed little encouragement from her mother to sign away her life. Mr. Blake was pleased, problem solved; Virginia was pleased, another new toy; the two women police officers were pleased as they had just picked up 8 hours at triple time for impersonating police officers . Were Susan and Caroline happy ; did any one care?

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The " police " had left Caroline chained up in the shower and had closed the door , Susan had been taken back to the sofa, Virginia was seated in the lounge chair.

" Ms. Fellowes I'm going to have to strip search your daughter and then ring the institute to have her taken away. Two patients are two much for one nurse ."

"No, please don't take her away from me. I'll help ; I'll do anything but please don't take her away."

Do any thing, I'll help, don't take her away and all these suggestions coming from Susan. Three more bingos, things were just going so well. She noticed Susan seemed to need to go .

" Ms. Fellowes do you need your potty?"

Susan flushed and nodded. She was dressed in a conservative pants suit which was Virginia's idea of mummy clothes.

" Bring your potty over here in front of me and take off your shoes, pants and panties and sit and use it. Now your daughter ; you are under mental health care yourself, you were very violent in the shower , you are obviously incontinent and your crying seems to suggest an instability. How could you help me with your daughter?"

" I'll do anything you want, please let her stay."

" How? She is a drug user and needs to be confined under lock and key, she must be supervised. I can't supervise her all day and night and I only have collars and chains here?"

" Please, I could help you look after her and the collar and that funny looking belt; we could use them for restraining her. Please."

Bingo again.

" I don't know . What about you, you were violent before, I don't like yelling and screaming."

" I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please let her stay."

" Hmm, I suppose we could try it for to night and see how we go. Are you finished yet?"

"Yes."

" Ms. Fellowes I think we are now going to have to be a little less formal if I have you and your daughter to deal with. What was your and Caroline names as children?"

" Susie and Cara."

" When you address me from now on I think you should address me as Mistress and I'll use Susie. Is that okay wit you.?"

" Yes Mistress."

" When you finish some thing Susie or have something to say, use a finger and point to your lips; don't speak. Now up you get and bend over. You need to be wiped and then we will go see Cara."

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Susan was dressed again and followed Virginia into the bathroom with her potty. The site that greeted her eyes shocked her as her beautiful daughter was on her knees,crying into her chained wrists. The semi ruined frock was now ready for the dumpster as it was sopping wet with urine.

The girl looked miserable and her mother had to be stopped from rushing forward. Virginia had requested the drugs altered to leave more active and was glad to see this had been accepted.

" Cara , what a mess; I guess it must run in the family. What have you done to yourself," said Virginia.

" Mummy help me , I'm sorry I couldn't help it, I couldn't get to the toilet," sobbed the girl.

" Cara, mummy can't help you; I think I'm going to have to have you picked up after all and taken away and locked up."

The girl wailed, the mother wailed .

"Please, please no; I'll clean her, let me clean her," said Susan .

" Cara , I should have you taken away and locked up but your mother says she can look after you. Do you want mummy to help me look after you?"

" Yes please Nurse, mummy can look after me. Please let mummy look after me."

" You will have to let mummy put a collar and chain on you. Your days of freedom are over. Can mummy chain you Cara?"

With out the slightest hesitation Cara gratefully nodded.

" Are you going to be okay with chaining Cara, Susie?"

There was another grateful nod from Susan so Virginia went and got a long chain and another collar from her box and then showed Susie how to collar and chain her daughter. She got Cara free of the wrist cuffs and ordered her to start getting out of her clothes which she did without any trouble. If she was embarrassed about stripping in front of her mother and a complete stranger she didn't show it.

A very beautiful girl now stood naked in the shower a mirror image of her mother. She was about five foot ten with beautiful black hair that now that it had been fully released streamed down to her waist. There was not an ounce of fat on her and the slim waist flowed nicely to boyish hips. With the removal of her 36 DD bra two perfect breasts finished a lovely body. Like her mother she was well endowed with arm and pubic hair. Virginia was very pleased with her new toy.

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" Now Cara, it is no trouble for me to make a call and have you taken away to be locked up."

Two shaking heads.

" Because the institute says that there should be two nurses in attendance when the patient is in the bath and the only thing I can think of is that mummy is in the bath as well to wash you."

Two nodding heads.

" You will have to have mummy put some more chains on you."

Nods all round, so she left to get ankle and wrist cuffs then showed Susan how to fit them to secure the ankles and wrists. Cara ended up with her wrists chained to her collar and with about a foot of chain on each cuff and the same with her ankles. Virginia had run a foot of water into the bath and got Cara sitting between Susan legs. She poured a hair tonic on Cara's pubes and started Susan on "working it in". The two faces were scarlet and Cara started to cry.

" Caro, I'm sorry honey it not right for mummy's hands to be down there is it? I'll make the call and they can do that for you when you are locked up alone in your padded room in the institute."

" No nurse, please, I'm sorry; it's just...."

" I know but it's got to done. We don't know what germs you have down there do we and what about you Susan; this is what I mean. It's a terrible thing that you are being asked to do, I think I might ring them and have your daughter taken away to be locked up alone in the lonely padded cell. You you aren't doing it right. You have to get your fingers right in there amongst all that hair and skin folds."

" No Mistress please, I can do it," and she set too with new vigour. Susan started on the arm pits next and then used a shampoo for her daughters head hair. Virginia gave a secret smile and figured that she hadn't over done it with two of " lonely padded cell " "locked up " and " terrible thing". She went to get her camera.

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...to be continued



Susan Ch. 03



That night Susan and I made love for the first time since the night I got her pregnant. We made love quite frequently after that. Six months later we had a beautiful baby girl. The minute that baby was born Susan's change over was complete. She became the woman I always thought she could be but was afraid she never would be. Susan took to motherhood like a duck to water. She was the perfect loving kind and generous mother and this carried into our married life. 

It has been five years since all of that happened and we now have three children. Susan and I are very happy together. 

I was reminded of all that we have been through last week when I found the pictures of Susan with Bob's cock in her hand and my semen all over her. I took the pictures out behind the garage and burned them.



Susan Ch. 04



London , England
Ms. Fellowes apartment
2 Hours latter

Her two charges sat on commodes that had been delivered a half an hour ago. Potties with a couple of sensors had been placed under them and as they dribbled their urine over them, the results were recorded, logged and then downloaded to a computer every five minutes. The women's ankles had been fitted with soft leather bands to which a couple of tiny rings were fitted and these were in use securing there ankles to the chair legs. A wide leather band had been passed over the stomachs to hold them over their potties, and there was a band for the neck and another across the brow to hold the head within the head rest. There arms remained free.

Virginia always felt a bit of pride when she looked down on the breast support; it was her own design and Simon himself had complemented her on it. When the subject was seated and strapped in, two half shells were swung in under the breasts and locked into place. The shells were available in different sizes and this allowed the breast to be held and supported and still retain a perfect shape; give access to the nipple and aureole, and allow 180 degree access for needles. It was usually enough.

A round computer screen hung from the side of the commode and had been placed in front of each face. It was a very special screen with four tiny gimballed cameras and lasers. Virginia stood behind Susan and her hands moved over the woman's scalp with an acupuncture needle. Touching the needle to the scalp and being in the right location bought an intense green to the computer screen. Virginia found the location of the last spot she needed and inserted the needle.

Slowly Virginia went over the hair and the now hidden needles and stated to braid the hair around each one and its associated wire to form the hair in to two pigtails. It was a very slow job and she allowed her mind to wander. She was twenty five, blond, five foot ten, 36 24 36 and there wasn't an ounce of spare fat on her body. She had been clever in school and had been attracted to the nursing profession on winning a study scholarship. The years had been long and the study hard. She had thought about giving it up at one stage but had been approached by Simon who had offered her some after hours work of a very lucrative nature. Confidential my dear he had said, never to be spoken about. £ 1000 for a few hours work, a hire car there and back; but the job was never ever to be spoken about, the job was simply to be forgotten about. 

£ 1000! Well that hadn't been hard to agree to and after all wasn't everything confidential these days.

The first night had been an eye opener and had started when the driver had asked her to put a hood over her head to keep the destination secret. The car had stopped in an underground car park and a guard had escorted her to a lift that had whisked her down to a lower level where she was escorted to an ultra modern medical facility.

A doctor had greeted her and lead her in to a long room with ten beds and four occupants. The task was simple, each was to be given a bed bath, all hair was to be removed, an anal plug and catheter was to be inserted and a set of medical monitors were to be attached to each unconscious female body. It was simple and for a young lady with little or no moral values as there were no questions that she had wanted answered. Asking no questions had paid off, as she was given an extra £ 250 on the way out.

Easy, easy and just the way she liked it!

The braided pig tails continued to form under her skillful fingers, locking the needles in place over the woman's scalp. There was movement in the background as furniture went and other things came. No one would dare to disturb her. Susan's bottle was nearly empty so she changed it and checked that she was still dribbling urine over the sensor. All was well. She continued with the braid and her reflections.

She loved money and Simon had provided. After she had done a few special night jobs they had meet for lunch in a very good restaurant. It is really all about the utmost discretion and silence old girl, can you accept that he asked? No problem she said and so a very highly paid secret medical world had opened to her.

It hadn't really been to hard for her to put it together. White female slave trade, but so what, none of her business. After she received her RN ( registered nurse ) qualifications she had been flown to Bulgaria for some further some what advanced nurse training and then back to England and Simon.

Simon and she had worked together for some years now but she knew just as little now about him now as when she had first started. It was the way it was and it mattered not in the least to her. If the money kept coming she was happy.

She now worked only four months a year, earned £ 540,000 a year tax free and had the use of a lovely beach house on the island of St. Thomas overlooking the Caribbean. 

The daughter Caroline had finished her bottle and was dry sucking now so she removed it. The young girl had been needled and braided earlier and was staring blankly at the computer screen. With her mother now ready it was time to get them hooked up. She moved behind the commode that Caroline was sitting on and picked up the first black box from the floor and hooked it on to the back rest and started to hook the cable jacks falling away from the end of the braids into the waiting jacks on the box. There were quite a few and when finished she powered it up and moved to the girls mother where she repeated the process. They were both ready now; it was time to begin, the code was entered and she pressed execute.

Virginia moved around the two chairs and pulled a hassock up and sat where she could see the eyes of her charges. The eyes started to reflect the different colors as the tiny lasers hit the pupils. As they moved slightly the cameras recorded it and the aiming point was tracked for the next perfect hit for the next firing pattern. There was a third computer on a table, this one facing her, she tapped some keys and bought young Caroline's program up.

There really wasn't much to see, just two columns of numbers that kept rapidly changing. She hit F10 and bought up Susan's screen. It was a swirling cloud of color but sometimes, just for a moment an image appeared, and was just as quickly gone.

F9 and it was back to the numbers, the column on the right being negative while the ones on the right were in the positive. The ones on the left rose towards zero the right hand column fell towards that same point. The eyes were dancing now as the lasers quickened and the pupils followed them. She flicked over programs and monitored the mother for a while. It was good. It had started and it was time for a break.

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Virginia had bathed and washed and dried her hair and was wearing a bath robe that she hadn't bothered tying. She stood with a glass of wine and looked over the mother and daughter which she thought of now as her girls. The program had finished, the numbers had meet at zero and the columns had stopped moving, the lasers and tracking camera's were still while the screen was blank as were the two female faces. Most importantly they had both stopped dribbling.

"Susan, how are you feeling my dear?" 

A little life entered the face and the eyes cleared some what. She giggled.

" I ..... I ...... feel strange nurse, thirsty . . ." she said with another little giggle and squeak.

" Okay, give your self a wipe and we'll get these straps off you so you can stand, eh?. What about you Caroline, how do you feel?" she asked and received another giggle as some life returned to the girl.

" . . . . good," she squeaked with a little laugh.

" How about the same as mummy, we'll get the straps off and get you standing."

She moved to the back of the chairs and started releasing the straps until they could stand free of there special chairs.

"Now I have a lovely belt for you both, so lets get them on shall we."

She got the belt harnessed around their waists and that gave the black boxes something to hang on. First one then the other were taken across to a walking machine and the speed set to a lite jog. She sat her self down so she could see them and allowed her mind to wander again.

No one ever told her anything but she was a very smart girl so had put her mind to work on what she knew and didn't know. The needles into the skull obviously monitored the electrical activity of the brain at the very least. Probably and more likely they could even control the brains activity. 

The formula the girls sucked on each session changed quite often as delivery people were always putting new bottles in the fridge during the day. She had a feeling that the formula was quickly assimilated into the blood which was then carried to the brain. The girls dribbled into their potties during each session and there flow was over some sort of a sensor so this had something to do with the formula changes for their bottles. 

Then there was the "goo" which she would use late in the day. That could only be nano tech. That was the frightening part bit as far as she was concerned. There was certainly drugs in the formula but just lately she was coming to the conclusion that it was full of nano as well. Her girls would be soon be experiencing huge changes in there bodys so one would assume that there were externally applied nanos which were in the "goo" as well as an internal acting nano that must come from the ever changing formula. 

Sounds good she thought. So that bought her back to the needles and the light show. Mind control didn't really cut it. Mind altering she thought was not quite right either.

It seemed that bits of the mind were moved and blocked off, then reprogrammed and maybe even stuff was some how downloaded into the empty space that was no longer in use. Higher reasoning was the first to go and this was followed by logic. Speech centers were the next to be altered and this seemed to effect the process of bringing an idea from the mind too forming it into a spoken thought. Quite soon her girls were not only going to have a bubble butt, but a bubble brain to go with it.

Her phone chirped the emergency tone. She snatched it up and answered as it could only be Simon.

"Sorry old girl, you and the lady's, on the street in 30 minutes. You need to get out now! Move!"

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. . . . . to be continued.

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My apologies reader, it has been so long. Total writers block on chapter 4. In chapter 5 we move in a different direction. Coming soon :)