25 comments/ 50311 views/ 12 favorites The Devil Inside By: The_Dolphin Today is Saturday and it is the 28th birthday of my very good friend and colleague, Melanie. We've arranged a surprise party for her on her best friend, Dana's farm. Mel lives around the corner from me and, seeing that we work for the same company, I offered her a regular ride to work and back, an offer which she and her husband gladly accepted. The 'arrangement' by the staff for today is that I extend our ride back home after work out of town onto the farm roads where I would give her a bit of a 'scare'. Afterwards I'm supposed to take her to Dana's place for the surprise party. Mel is a beautiful woman in all respects. She has shoulder length auburn hair, complemented by her striking emerald green eyes. The fine spray of freckles on her nose is the final proof that her hair color does not come from a bottle. This is a redhead in the true sense of the word! She is reasonably tall with legs that seem to go on for ever. Her regular visits to the gym are reflected in her flat tummy and firm butt and boobs. Her boobs are perfect. Not too big, I'd say about a 34C. For a married woman with two kids she is in exceptionally good shape. The cherry on top of this fine package is her bubbly personality. She is always full of energy, always ready with a joke, albeit somewhat below the belt most of the time. She is by far the most popular member of our staff and not only among the men. Our offices close at noon on Saturdays and as we drive home, I decide to make the first move. 'What are you going to do when you get home?' I ask. 'Oh, not much. John won't be home for lunch. He's working in his lunch hour. He says he's got a surprise planned for me for this evening.' she replies. 'Great! Then you won't object if I kidnap you for a while?' 'Kidnap...? What do you mean?' she asks. 'Oh, it's such a beautiful day and I have some time to kill. I was thinking of going for a drive along the river. Care to join me?' I invite her. 'Sounds great! I might as well. John's mom is at home looking after the kids, so that won't be a problem. As long as we don't get back too late.' she accepts. 'We won't be long.' I promise. Mel and I have been good friends for years, but there is a mutual attraction that reaches way beyond mere friendship. We have kept it reasonably under control. A hug here and a kiss there was nothing out of the ordinary, although the kisses were never really more than a quick peck on the lips. But then there were the exceptions where the hugs and kisses led to a situation where my hand ended up inside her blouse or bra without her protesting too much. I never tried to go further than that, mainly because I did not want to jeopardize our friendship. Whether she would ever allow me to go further is another question. Women can be strange beings. For some a squeeze of a boob is regarded as the equivalent of a pat on the butt, but it does not necessary mean she's ready to hop into the sack with you. Others just about cry rape if you dare touch their boobs on the first date! Mel has a thing for sexy bra's and has a wide collection, from half cups to the sheerest see-thru ones. I get to see them almost on a daily basis. She has no problem with me sneaking a peek or even copping a feel now and then. In fact, I have explored every square inch of those boobs on several occasions, yet I have never seen them in their naked glory. That is the only remaining no-no as far as her boobs are concerned. Regrettably, other than feeling up that firm sexy behind of hers, nothing much has happened. I have never even had a glimpse of her panties. Mel always insists that John, her husband, was her first sexual experience and that she has never been with another man. When I tease her about her inexperience, she assures me that he satisfies her every need and that she never felt the need to be with another man. I am always quick to tell her that this makes no sense to me at all. Let us say you have ice cream for the first time in you life and it is strawberry flavor. Can you possibly enjoy it so much that you are quite happy to have strawberry ice cream for the rest of your life without wondering what chocolate or vanilla tastes like? I think not! How can she be so sure that her husband is the perfect lover without having anything to compare him to? We drive out of town, chatting about this and that. She appears very relaxed and I decide it is time for the next move. 'Do you know how long I've waited for an opportunity to be alone with you?' I ask and place my hand on her thigh. 'Yeah, right...' she replies with a smile. I get the impression that she thinks that we are headed for Dana's farm. One thing I can say for this woman -- she's not stupid! I keep teasing her without much success until we reach the turn-off to Dana. I drive past it. For the first time there is a reaction. She becomes quieter, a tinge of uncertainty showing in those green eyes. 'Where are you going..?' she asks. 'Like I said -- today is our day!' I tease. "I have discovered this very private spot. You'll love it. Nobody will ever know we're there. So you're all mine for the rest of the afternoon!' 'Tell you what. Let's go and visit Dana, OK?' she tries to save the situation. She is now visibly worried. 'And allow this great opportunity to pass me by? You must be joking!' I lay it on quite thick. The idea is, after all, to scare her, not to seduce her. 'Please... I'm dying for a cup of coffee.' she pleads 'Maybe on the way back, if you're good. Now just relax. Don't look so worried. You're going to love it. I promise.' I deliberately say all the wrong things and it has the desired effect. She is now really worried and for the first time since I've known her, she looks flustered. I can tell that she has no idea how to handle the situation. Then I notice an abandoned quarry along the side of the road. Perfect! I turn off and drive into the crater left by the road workers. 'What do you think? All the privacy in the world! Isn't it just perfect?' I tease. She stares blankly at the heap of gravel in front of the car. 'Great view! Very romantic setting. I must admit, you've got style!' she mumbles and moves as far away from me as possible. 'Well, what are we waiting for? Come and give me a hug.' I say. She glares at me. 'No!' she says firmly 'Come on. Don't be difficult now!' I say and start to take off my shirt. 'Oh, and don't be such a prude! Feel free to take off your top.' She stares at me in disbelief. I lean towards her and pull her towards me. She pulls away, not saying anything. I kiss her on the cheek. No reaction. I fumble with the top button of her blouse. She grabs my hand and pushes me away. 'Never mind. No rush. We've got time. Let's have a couple of toots. I'm sure that will loosen you up!' I say as I draw a bottle of cheap brandy and some Coke with two glasses from underneath the seat. All part of the plan, of course. I open the brandy and pour some into a glass. 'Say when.' I say. She looks at me in absolute horror! 'Have you lost your bloody mind?! And I thought I knew you! Is this what you really think of me?' She is very upset, her lower lip trembling and tears in her eyes. I decide that she's had enough. I start to laugh. 'OK, OK! You can relax. I'm just teasing you. My 'birthday present' to you.' I toss the brandy out the window. She looks at me, not knowing what to make of the situation. Then she realizes that I was just joking. Her eyes light up. 'You little shit! I should have known. This is just not you. I was wondering what had gotten into you...' She throws her arms around me and gives me a peck on the cheek. 'Damn you!' she says as she playfully hits me with her fist on the shoulder. 'As far as I know you don't even drink brandy. Come, let's get out of this horrible place!' 'Yeah, let's go. But I do have something to show you, not far from here. That is if you are not too scared to come with me.' I say. 'Nothing can be worse than what I have just been through. Come show me. I'd love to see it.' she replies. I drive further down the road and then take a hardly noticeable turn-off into a pine forest. We drive for about two kilometers. I can see that Mel is her old self again. All is forgiven! We suddenly reach a clearing the middle of the forest next to the river. A waterfall of about eight meters high falls into a deep, crystal clear pool of water. 'Incredible...!' she says. I park the car. We get out and walk to the side of the pool. There we sit on a huge flat rock and enjoy the view. The fine spray of water feels cool against my skin. 'Now I really feel like a swim. Do you mind?' I ask 'Of course not! Enjoy it.' she replies. 'What about you?' I ask. 'I'd love to, but you never told me to bring swimming gear, dear...' she explains. 'Well, I haven't brought swimming gear either, so my undies will just have to do.' She gives me a suspicious look. 'Getting up to our tricks again, are we?' she asks. 'On the contrary!' I reply. 'Just think of your undies as a bikini and of mine as a Speedo. In any case, it's not like I've never seen your bra before... But please. No pressure. It's just a suggestion. If you'd rather not, I'll understand.' I can see that she's very tempted. 'Well, here goes! If the sight of my undies is a bit much for you, I suggest you wait in the car. I won't be long.' I say. 'I'm a big girl. I'm sure I'll survive it.' she says. I get up and take off my shoes and clothes while she looks at me. Wearing only my undies, I turn to her. 'See? How is this different to a Speedo? It's just the name!' I say. 'I guess you're right.' she says. 'I'm just being silly.' 'Does that mean that you'll be swimming with me?' I ask hopefully. 'Maybe. But not unconditionally. First of all, no more tricks. Secondly, you stay behind me until I'm in the water. Your undies are not exactly the same as mine, remember...' 'No need for conditions.' I say. 'As I said -- no pressure. Your choice.' 'OK. You stay right there.' she instructs. She takes about three steps forward in the direction of the pool, her back towards me. She puts her bag down and kicks off her shoes. She starts undoing the buttons of her blouse. I wonder what bra she has on today. She pulls the blouse over her shoulders, folds it up and puts it on her bag. No half cup today. The thin white straps of her sheer bra cause a stirring in my underpants. She has a fine sexy spray of tiny freckles on her shoulders. I wish she would turn around. Her hands drop to the front of her jeans. She undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. She slowly wriggles out of the tight jeans, pulling her white panties down with it until the crack of her fine ass starts to show. She pulls the jeans down to her knees and then lets go to pull up the sexy, high cut panties. The sheer, white material stretches over her ass. Then she bends forward and takes off the jeans. I am now shamelessly staring at her with a raging hard-on! I fold my hands over the bulging monster, hoping that she won't notice. She does not look back at me. Instead she walks into the water with a lazy, sexy sway of her hips. I sheepishly follow her into the water, my eyes riveted to that sexy butt. She slides down into the water and glides forward through the pool with long, easy strokes. I feel an intense desire to follow her and take her into my arms, but I fight it. I swim into the pool, keeping my distance. I want to give her enough space to get comfortable with the situation. 'Gee, this place is absolutely fantastic!' she says, treading water a few yards from me. 'Consider it another of your birthday gifts.' I reply. 'Why, thank you, my dear man! It is very much appreciated.' she says. 'I was hoping that you'd show your appreciation better than that.' I tease. 'Well, all right then... Just don't feel too sorry for yourself!' She swims up to me and stands in front of me, the water up to her neck. She takes my head between her hands and kisses me gently on the mouth. 'Thank you.' she says and swims away while I'm still pondering whether to take her in my arms or not. I look at her, swimming away from me. The tables are turned. The shoe is on the other foot. As I was in control on the way here, she is in control now. A complete role reversal. I am her slave but I'll be damned if I'd let her know that! There is no way she cannot realize what she is doing to me! I'm sure she is playing with me. I hate to admit it, but I have no idea how to handle the situation. I want her so badly, but I how on earth do I approach her? I decide to get out of the water before I make a fool of myself. Besides, if I am out of the water first, nothing is going to stop me from getting an eyeful of her wet body when she comes out. A consolation prize, but way better than nothing! I get out and sit on the rock, leaning against the tree. 'How now, big boy..?' she calls, somewhat surprised. 'I thought you wanted to swim? Had enough already?' 'You enjoy yourself. I'll be back in a minute. I just want to enjoy the sun for a while.' I lie. From where I sit I have an unspoilt view of her frolicking in the water. With me out of the water she appears even more relaxed. She is floating on her back in the water. Her wet undies are now totally transparent, but she is too far for me to make out any detail. She swims to the waterfall on the other side of the pool. She gets out of the water and walks along the rocky ledge until she is standing under the falling water. She is far from me, but I am sure I can see her nipples and pubic hair through the wet undies. She showers and plays under the water as if complete unaware of my existence. How I wish I could capture all this on video... But wait! Why not! I brought my digital video camera along to videotape the surprise party. I rush to the car. I get in and take the camera from the cubby hole. She will not see me from here. I zoom in on her through the front window. I am 100% correct! She might as well have been standing naked under the water! Her hard nipples are pushing against the wet, transparent material of her bra and the bronze triangle of her pubic hair is clearly visible through the front of her sexy panties. I take a few minutes of footage of her. I have an erection that is so hard that it aches! Then the devil inside me takes over. Who knows what might still happen here today? I get into the back of the car and set up my camera behind the back seat next to the rear speakers so that it points through the small rear side window in the direction of the tree. I zoom in on the area on the grass in front of the tree and press the record button. I cover the camera with a T-shirt that was lying on the floor, making sure that the lens is not obstructed. Perfect! I take a picnic blanket and cooler bag with drinks from the trunk of the car. I spread the blanket on the grass in front of the tree. I lie down with my back against the tree. I look at Mel, just in time to see her diving into the water and swimming towards me. The moment of truth has arrived! She has to come out of the water now. She walks out of the water, holding her arms in front of her breasts in a half-hearted attempt to maintain some degree of decency. She walks slightly huddled forward. I'm not sure if it is because of the cold or whether she is trying to hide her see-thru panties. The wet bra is not lending her much support and it is awesome to see those firm boobs bobbing and swaying as she walks. Hard-on time again! She stands in front of me, arms still crossed in front of her boobs. 'Now that was awesome!' she says. 'But now I'm sopping wet and I'm sure you did not think of bringing towels, right?' 'Sorry, no towels.' I reply. 'So that means I will have to bake dry in the sun before I can get dressed.' she says. She kneels beside her bag and takes out a brush. She might as well have been topless! Every detail of those magnificent boobs is clearly visible. I wonder if she is aware of it. My hard-on is straining against the top elastic of my undies. She turns her back to me and starts to brush her hair. Perfect! She is now looking straight at the camera. I stare at her firm buttocks. The thin, wet material of her panties leaves nothing to the imagination. I cannot resist the temptation and place my hand on her buttock. No response. She just continues to brush her hair. I stroke her butt over the wet panties. It does not seem to worry her at all. I slip my hand into the side of her panties and squeeze her naked butt. Still she ignores me. I take the undersides of her panties and pull it upwards into the crack of her ass, giving her the perfect wedgie. It looks like she is now wearing a G-string. I stroke her naked butt again. She looks back at me with a mischievous smile. 'Having fun..?' 'VERY much so!' I reply, giving her butt a friendly squeeze. 'Well, I'm sorry to ruin your party, but I have to sit down now.' she says, putting the brush back into the bag. She stands in front of me, her bronze haired pussy straining against the front of her panties, inches from my face. 'Where can I sit?' she asks I pull up my knees, only too glad to have an excuse to hide my raging hard-on. 'There... An instant recliner for you.' I offer, gesturing to my knees. 'Why, thank you! Very considerate of you. What a gentleman!' she teases and leans back against my drawn-up knees. I open the cooler bag next to me and take out two cold drinks for us. 'Wow! Now that is just what the doctor ordered! You thought of everything!' she says, gladly accepting the drink. We make small talk while we finish our drinks. I suddenly part my knees and she falls back with her head against my chest. I put my arm around her and my hand lands on her left boob. 'You evil man! You gave me a fright!' she scolds and places her hand on top of mine. As I have mentioned before, her boobs are not really unexplored territory to me, so it does not surprise me that she is not making an effort to remove my hand. She seems pretty comfortable with it. She leans back with her head against my chest and relaxes. Her hand falls from mine into her lap. I slip my hand into her bra and my fingers fold around her naked flesh. No objection. I gently tug on her nipple. She sighs softly. Although I have played with her boobs more times than I can remember, I have never seen them in all their naked splendor. I decide that now is the time to do something about that. I push the bra to the side and lift her left boob out of its confinement. She reacts by putting her hand over mine, thus covering her boob. I keep my hand still, giving her time to get used to the new boundaries we're crossing. Then I start to play with her nipple under her hand. Slowly she relaxes and her hand falls back into her lap. Her naked breast is lily white, her nipple light pink as only a true redhead's can be. I watch my fingers gently tugging on her hard nipple. I slip my hand under the bra of her right boob and pop it out. Again no objection. I lie back and play with her tits while gently nibbling on her ear. She moans softly. Surely she must be aware of my monster hard-on pressing against her back! Then I let go of her tits and push her slightly forward. I start to undo her bra. 'Please... Don't...' she says softly. 'Shhh... It's not going to make any difference, is it?' She does not reply. I unhook the bra and slip it over her shoulders. She holds it hesitantly over her boobs as if she is having second thoughts. Then she slips it over her arms and places it next to us on the blanket. I pull her down next to me and take her into my arms. I push my knee through her thighs and pull her leg over me. Her plump pussy is now resting on my thigh, her naked breasts pushing soft and warm against my chest. Heaven! The Devil Inside Jane I first met my wife Jane on the day I came home from college for the Christmas holidays. I hadn’t felt homesick but when I was back I realised how much I had missed the place. When I came across Jane sitting in the park as I strolled around the town, my heart almost stopped. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I walked around the park for a while until eventually I built up the courage to go and talk to her. She was new in town, lived with her parents and didn’t know anybody. I asked her for a date that evening and I was overjoyed when she said yes. We saw each other almost every day for the next three weeks. We would drive around, go the cinema, park in a driveway and fool around a little. But whenever I tried to go further with her she told me it was bad, that we shouldn’t do those things. I come from a very religious background and I respected her values, even though I felt this incredible lust for her body. On the day I had to go back to college we met one last time. Both of us cried as we said our goodbyes and I knew that I had to see her again, that it was more than just a brief fling. We wrote to each other three or four times a week over the coming months and I couldn’t wait for the spring break so I could return home. When I saw her again she was more beautiful than ever. I had had sex with a few girls before but I didn’t try to pressure Jane to go all the way with me. She was my little angel. Whenever another guy so much as looked at her I would get all eaten up inside, and sometimes I would lash out at my perceived rivals. Jane would get very upset at this and tell me not to act so crazy. She constantly reassured me that she loved me and that she wasn’t interested in anyone else, but I was permanently on edge. To get a little extra money I was working the late shift at my Uncle’s store at the weekend, but I always made sure I saw Jane every night during the week. When the time came for me to go back to college I was very unhappy. I wanted to spend all my time with Jane. The next few months were the longest of my life and I knew that I couldn’t go on this way, not being able to see her during term time. She was the most beautiful girl in the world and I loved her with all my heart. In the summer we picked up where we had left off. I now had three months in which I could see her every day, but I knew it would never be enough. One day, six weeks into the summer break I drove her to the top of a hill looking over our town. This was the spot where we had first made out. I helped her out of the car and walked with her towards a clearing in the bushes. Then I got down on one knee, and asked her to marry me. She looked at me, tears brimming in her eyes, and for a second or two I felt that my heart was going to shatter. Then she took me in her arms, held me tightly and said, “Yes. Oh Nick. Yes, I’ll marry you.” I pulled the jewellery box from my pocket, opened it up and took out the ring then slipped it on her finger. When I told my parents that I had decided to quit college and marry Jane they were very angry but eventually they saw that it was my own decision to make and I lived with them while I began working full time at my Uncle Alfred’s store. In October we were married. It was a small ceremony. Nobody from her side of the family came to the wedding. Her father had died when she was seventeen and her mother had refused to bless our union, saying that it was a damn stupid idea getting married so young, that the pair of us should be out sowing our wild oats, not settling down like some boring middle-aged couple. I had already heard that when Jane’s father was alive, her mother had had a long succession of lovers, many of whom she would let in the house when he was out working. Jane could often hear her mother fucking them in the bedroom. The neighbours knew all about her shenanigans and it wasn’t long before Jane’s father cottoned on. He did nothing to curb his wife’s behaviour however. He simply let things carry on as they were, although he did start to drink heavily, very heavily. According to Jane, he drank himself to death. Later on I came to realise that this must have been the reason my wife so abhorred adultery and wanton behaviour. She blamed it for her father’s death. She also had no time for drunks and she abstained from alcohol completely. I had thought beforehand that her strong moral values were because she was religious, like my parents, but she never went to church, even at Christmas. We didn’t have too much money, only my earnings from the store and Jane’s pay from the restaurant she worked at as a waitress, but we soon had enough to rent a small one bed-roomed apartment. It wasn’t much, but I knew that Jane was just happy to get out of her mother’s house. She hadn’t changed any since her husband died, and some of the more unkind neighbours had taken to calling her house ‘the Bordello’. Things were going pretty well at home. We made love almost every night. I wanted to try to get her to try new things, new positions, all sorts of things, but I couldn’t build up the courage to ask her. I thought she might find the idea disgusting. We always made love silently, at night, with the lights off. I won’t say I was bored or unhappy with our sex life, but I used to wonder if it would be this way for the whole of our lives together. After a couple of years I had managed to turn my Uncle’s business around, so much so that he had doubled my wages. With the money coming in from Jane’s job at the restaurant we now had enough to put a down payment on a two bed-roomed house. My Uncle persuaded me that we should have a house warming party. I liked the idea, but Jane wasn’t so sure. We had never had guests at the apartment and she was a little nervous about acting as hostess. Eventually she agreed to it, saying that it would make her feel that it was really her home. On the night of the party, Jane wore a fabulous red dress, accentuating her lovely curves. She looked simply stunning, and I told her so. She began to voice concerns that it was too tight and might make the wrong impression, but I told her to just stop worrying and enjoy herself. She was my little angel and she looked wonderful. We had invited most of our friends as well as many of our new neighbours. The party was going really well and I had seen to it that everybody’s drink was always filled up. To my surprise Jane seemed to be drinking as much as everyone else, maybe more. This was the first time I had seen her drink anything alcoholic at all. I told her a number of times that she should be careful not to have too much, but she told me she was so nervous that she needed it. Once or twice I saw her stumble but one guy or another would be there to give her a hand. A couple of times I saw hands reach around her hips, ostensibly to steady her, but I was sure they were trying to cop a feel at the same time. Soon it became apparent that Jane was flirting with all the men at the party. I had never seen my wife act this way before. I was getting a little worried about her, but I thought if it would be best if I didn’t cause a scene. We had the new neighbours around, as well as some of my family. I didn’t want to act like some domineering husband, keeping his wife in check. During the party we had both been acting the good hosts, and most of the time we were separated from each other. Around midnight the people started getting ready to leave and wanted to say goodbye to both of us. I looked around for Jane but I couldn’t see her anywhere. I thought back and realised that I hadn’t seen her for at least twenty minutes. After searching around upstairs, I quickly went out to the garden to look around for her, worried that she might have been sick from all the alcohol she had drunk. When I passed the garage I heard noises coming from inside. I looked through the dusty window at the side and saw my wife standing there with Mike Cochran. He was a guy I went to high school with who always caused trouble wherever he went. I hadn’t even invited him to the party. He had just turned up with two of my other friends and there was no way I couldn’t have let him in, much as I disliked him. One of his hands was pressing against her ass while his face was buried in her neck and I knew he was kissing her. “Stop it,” she said, pushing him away. Her voice was slurred and she could hardly stand up straight. “You’re bad.” Suddenly she giggled and almost fell back against the work desk. Cochran grabbed hold of her by the hips and drew her to him. “Come on baby. I know you want it,” he said, pawing at her breast. He undid the top two buttons of her dress and put his hand inside. “Umm. You…you shouldn’t be in here. Doing naughty things. You’re so bad.” She giggled again and stepped back from him, until her ass rested against the desk. Cochran approached her and lifted her dress up from the front, up around her waist, exposing her red, silk panties. “Let’s not waste any more time,” he said. Jane looked at him from under her eyelashes then suddenly she leant back, raising her knees up high to lay her feet on the edge of the desk. Her legs were open, spread before him. A raging torrent of emotions flooded through me. Ever since I had been at the window I hadn’t been able to fully grasp what I was seeing. It just didn’t seem possible. My wife would never do anything like this, never allow someone to do this to her. Now, as I saw him grip her panties by the sides, ready to pull them down so he could have access to her pussy, it was as if I had suddenly woken from a dream. I wanted to rush in there, grab Cochran and beat the shit out of him. Then I thought about the scandal it might cause. All our new neighbours were here. It would be the talk of the town. My wife would get a reputation, just like her mother, and I knew she wasn’t really like this. She was just drunk and this man was taking advantage of her. I decided that I would be better off getting my revenge on him another time, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him carry on. I quickly ran to the back door and called my wife’s name. “Jane! Are you out here? Our guests are leaving now,” I shouted, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible. “Jane! Are you in the garage?” For a few moments there was no answer and I wondered whether they were doing it, whether he had stuck his cock in my wife and was fucking her right now. I called her name again, louder this time. I suddenly heard frantic voices inside. Cochran was telling her to go outside. I could hear Jane arguing with him. A few moments later Jane’s face peered out. When she saw that I was standing by the house she quickly came out of the garage, shutting the door behind her. She could hardly walk, but she made the effort to come towards me. I figured that she didn’t want me going anywhere near where she had just come from in case I saw that Cochran had been in there with her. “Where’ve you been?” I asked, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. I didn’t want her to know what I had just seen. “In there,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “I was…” “Never mind,” I interrupted. I would get to the bottom of this later. “Let’s go and say goodbye to our guests.” By now, most people had their coats on and were ready to leave. Jane and I stood by the door sending them all on their way. Cochran was one of the last to leave. He smiled at Jane and kissed her on the cheek. “Great party, man,” he said to me. “You got to do it again sometime.” I resisted the urge to knock his teeth out and wished him a good weekend. I would deal with him later. When everyone had gone we walked through into the front room. Jane turned to face me, a strange look in her eyes. I thought she was about to confess everything that had happened in the garage, but she didn’t. She placed her hands on my chest and felt along my body, her hands moving down until they had reached my crotch. She had never been this forward with me before, had never initiated lovemaking. Conflicting emotions tore through me. Should I tell her that I saw what she and Cochran had done? Try to force a confession out of her? Or should I wait until the morning? She was standing here in front of me, acting hornier than I had ever known her. I put my arms around her. My hand trailed along her hip and I suddenly noticed that she wasn’t wearing her panties underneath the dress. Cochran must have managed to take them off before Jane had come out of the garage. I wondered if he had taken his dick out, if she had seen it. My cock grew erect at the thought and I pressed myself against her belly. She noticed immediately. “Well, hello,” she said. “Looks like you’re primed and ready for action. Are you going to give me some of that, or are you going to make me beg for it?” I had never heard her talk that way before. I dragged her over to the couch and lay her down before me as I pulled down my jeans. I lifted her dress up around her hips and gazed at her naked pussy. I pushed my cock deep inside her, feeling it go in all the way. She was very wet. I began to wonder how much could have happened in the time I had been away from the window before she came out of the garage. Would Cochran have had time to stick his prick inside her? “Oh, Nick. I love you,” Jane whispered as her hips rose to meet my thrusts. “I love feeling you inside me.” I pounded into her hard, harder than usual, imagining all the time that I was Cochran, that it was another man fucking my wife. “Oh yes. Harder, baby. Oh God. That feels so good.” As I thrust in and out of her she began to moan, louder than I’d ever heard her. She began a litany of four letter words, something she had never done before. “Yes, fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Oh, baby. I love your cock. Do it to me. Oh you’re bad, you’re so bad.” I remembered her saying the same thing to Cochran and I instantly came, exploding inside her as her body writhed beneath mine, moaning ecstatically as she felt my sperm fill her up. After I had pulled out of her, she sat up and kissed me deeply, telling me how much she loved me. Then she bent down and took my limp cock in her mouth. She began sucking on it, gently at first, then harder and harder until it was fully erect. She stood up, taking hold of my prick and led me up the stairs to the bedroom, where we spent the night making love for hours. She was insatiable. The following day was a Saturday and I had to go in early to open up the store, so I left Jane to sleep while I got ready to leave. The instant I had woken up the image had come into my mind of what I had seen in the window the night before. I was to see that same image all day as I wondered how to broach the subject with Jane that evening. I kept giving customers at the store the wrong change all the time. I couldn’t concentrate at all and I had to blame it on a hangover and lack of sleep, whenever anyone asked me what was up with me. That night Jane had dinner waiting on the table when I returned. She wore an apron, tied around her waist, but quickly took it off after I walked in the door. She had looked just like my mother used to when I was small. Suddenly I couldn’t confront her at all. I didn’t want her to tell me what had happened, or why. I just wanted us to carry on as we were. I loved her too much to want to rock the boat in any way. Jane must have had a bad hangover in the morning, but she seemed to be in good spirits now, although I had the feeling she was waiting for something, perhaps for me to talk about last night. Even if she didn’t know what I had seen, she must have wondered how I would react to the way she had behaved with me. Fucking all night, using dirty words, sucking my cock, all the things that she had never done before. I finally decided that the best thing to do would be to pretend that none of it ever happened, to brush it all under the carpet. That night we made love in the usual way, in the missionary position, with the lights off. The difference this time was that as I mounted her I began to fantasise about what I had seen in the garage. I even found myself wishing that I had let them go further before I interrupted. I began to picture what it would have looked like, Cochran fucking my wife on the desk in my garage, as I watched through the window. I soon came deep inside her, imagining that it was him that was doing it to her, not me. Afterwards I felt very guilty, as if I had been committing adultery myself, but the next few nights I found myself doing the same thing every time we made love. About a week after the party I was walking with Jane in the town shopping centre when I suddenly saw Mike Cochran in the distance heading towards us. I quickly turned to my wife and told her that I had left my wallet in the car and that she should carry on and meet me at the bookstore later. When she had walked on a little I doubled back and hid behind a large ornament in the centre of the precinct. I wanted to see how she’d react when Cochran came across her and I wasn’t around. I saw him grin broadly when he saw her. As he approached he began talking to her. I couldn’t hear what he said but it was clear that my wife had cut him dead, ignoring him completely as she walked on. I don’t think she even recognised him. I knew then that she wasn’t interested in him, that it really had been just the alcohol, and that it was unlikely to ever happen again. That night, when we made love, I found myself fantasising again. Not about Cochran fucking my wife this time, but other men. Other men at the party, people I met at the store, anyone. For weeks it was the same story, I would pump my cock inside her, pretending to myself that I was the postman or a neighbour, anyone at all. It was becoming an obsession. At the store, whenever anyone asked me how Jane was I imagined they were smirking at me, that the whole town knew she was a slut, and that they all hid it from me. It got so I almost believed my fantasies. Sometimes I thought I had imagined overhearing people talking about her, the way she behaved. Gradually over the next few years these fantasies became less frequent. I put it to the back of my mind. It was just a drunken, youthful indiscretion that I had blown out of all proportion. As for our sex lives, well, it was okay. I still loved doing it to her. She was gorgeous, with a great figure. Money-wise, things were going well. My Uncle had made me General Manager of his store, Jane was doing a secretarial course at night school and had a job lined up in the local car showroom. We were settling down to a life of married bliss. We even began talking about having children sometime in the future. Everything was going very smoothly, if a little dull, until one night in May. I usually gave Jane a lift home from her night school, picking her up outside the college at 10pm. On the last day of the course Jane called home to tell me that they were all going for a celebratory drink at Koala’s, a bar nearby. She said she wasn’t going to have a drink herself, but she thought she ought to go along anyway. I asked her what she wanted me to do and she told me that her friend Lily would give her a lift home and that she’d be back by midnight. By about 11pm I was bored waiting at home for her, so I decided I would go there myself to pick her up and save Lily the extra journey, as she lived in the opposite direction. I wouldn’t embarrass her by going into the bar. I didn’t want to make it look like I was keeping tabs on her. I would just wait outside until I saw her come out. It was a twenty-minute drive and I had only been sitting in the car in the street outside the bar for ten minutes when I saw Jane walk outside. She looked a little unsteady on her feet and I knew instantly that she was drunk. I was very surprised to see this, but I know how hard it is to not drink when everyone around you is. I figured that they must have persuaded her to let her hair down. I was surprised that Lily wasn’t with her, but I thought she might have only gone outside to get some air. The Devil Inside Jane I opened the car door and was about to get out to cross the road to see if she was okay, when I saw a man follow her out of the bar. He called her by name and I figured he must have been someone from the college who knew her. He was in his late thirties, with a week’s stubble on his chin, and looked like he might be a teacher. They tend to look pretty down at heel these days. They stood talking for a minute or so, the man’s hand on my wife’s shoulder, steadying her as she swayed in the evening breeze. He put his arm around her and led her down the side alley next to the bar. I got out of my car and shouted her name, but they didn’t seem to hear me. I crossed the road, heading for the alley. I figured that he was walking her to his car to drive her home. Perhaps Lily had left early. Jane was obviously in no fit state to make it home on her own. The alley was very darkly lit, but I knew that it led directly onto the college car park so I walked swiftly along, hoping to catch them up. Suddenly I felt myself tread on something and a cat screeched loudly. I jumped back against a narrow doorway not knowing what had happened for a second. All I could see were a pair of cat’s eyes staring at me. Then it hissed at me fiercely and scrambled off into the night. I must have stamped on its tail. “What was that?” I heard a voice whisper further down the alley. I stayed where I was in the shadows, looking towards the end of the alley. It was very dark but I could see two figures quite clearly. A woman was standing, her back against the wall, one leg raised high and with her skirt up around her waist. Her panties were hanging from the ankle of her outstretched leg. The man was pressed up against her, one hand holding up her leg while he used the other to guide his cock inside her. The woman cried out when she felt him enter her. It wasn’t until that moment that I realised it was my wife. I quickly ran towards them, as fast as I could. When the man saw me he coming he ran off, leaving Jane standing there against the wall. I thought about chasing after him, but I wanted to make sure my wife was all right first. I stepped closer towards her and suddenly she grabbed hold of me. “Where’d he go?” She asked, her voice slurred. “Never mind. You’ll do.” She reached out to my groin and grabbed my balls. “Come on,” she said. “Take it out. Take it out and fuck me.” I couldn’t believe the way my wife was acting like such a whore. I felt myself get an erection as she unzipped my jeans and ran her fingers down my shaft. I was about to speak when I suddenly realised that she had no idea who I was. In her drunken state and the dark of the alleyway I was a complete stranger to her. She just wanted me to fuck her, anyone to fuck her. She pulled my cock out from my jeans then raised one leg high up over my hip. “Go on stick it in me. I want to feel your cock inside me.” My cock felt bigger than it ever had before, I was so aroused. I pushed it against her pussy lips and found that her entrance was sopping wet. I entered her quickly, slamming her against the wall. “That’s it. Fuck me hard. Come on.” I wasted no time thrusting in and out of her as fast as I could. My hands reached around to grab the cheeks of her ass as she pulled up both her legs and wrapped them round my back. She wanted me deeper inside her, as deep as I could go. She opened up her blouse to free her tits to the open air then began squeezing them, playing with her nipples, until I leaned my head down and began licking and sucking them, one after the other. “Mmmm, yeah… Suck my tits… Come on… Treat me like a filthy whore…oooh…yes …harder…oooooh, God…You’re going to come inside me, aren’t you?” A few moments later I felt my whole body stiffen as my cock started to pump inside her while she screamed with pleasure. When I had finished I quickly put my limp penis away as I watched my wife pull her panties back on and adjust her blouse. “Thanks,” she said. “See you around.” I watched her walk back up the alley the way we had came. I leaned back against the wall, unable to believe what had just happened. It was incredible, unbelievable. If I didn’t know better I would have sworn that that woman wasn’t my wife. The things she had said, the way she had acted. I followed her from a distance and watched her walk back into the bar. I ran across the street, back into my car and sat there. I looked at my watch. It was ten minutes to midnight. I placed my hands on the steering wheel. They were shaking uncontrollably with the excitement. I waited there for a few minutes, trying to calm down, until I saw Lily and Jane step out of the bar and walk along the street. They must have been heading for their car. As soon as they were out of sight I turned on the ignition and drove home as fast as I could. I wanted to make sure I was back before them. I heard Lily’s car in the driveway a few minutes after I had got inside. I looked out the window, unsure how I would act when I saw my wife. I just didn’t know how I could face her. Amazingly I felt guilty at what I had done, as if I was the one who had done something wrong. To my surprise, Lily got out of her car and rang my doorbell. “Hi, Nick. Listen, I’m afraid Jane had too much to drink tonight. She’s passed out in my car. You’d best give me a hand bringing her inside.” I followed her out and opened the passenger door. I shook her awake and she smiled at me then laughed. “Hey, Nicky. What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice slurred. “Jesus. You really are drunk, aren’t you? We’re home, honey. Let’s get you inside. Come on.” Jane pulled one of her legs out of the car on to the pavement. Her skirt rose up high as she lifted her leg and the image of her standing up against the alley wall flashed through my mind. I lifted her under the arms and dragged her up to the bedroom with Lily’s help. I lay her down on the bed and she promptly went back to sleep. “What happened?” I asked Lily as we went back downstairs. “Oh, you know. Just one too many. She’s not used to the hard stuff. God, she was really wild,” Lily started to laugh. “She should drink more often. But not that much, obviously.” “What do you mean, really wild?” “Oh, you know,” she said nervously. “Singing, dancing, that kind of thing.” I wanted to ask her to be more specific. I wanted to know if she knew what Jane had got up to in the alley, but she would never have told me so I let it go. “Anyway, I’d better make a move. I hope she feels okay in the morning. See you later, Nick.” I went back to the bedroom and looked down at my wife, sleeping innocently. I undid her skirt and blouse and pulled them off then I did the same with her bra and panties, until she was naked before me. I spent the whole night sleeping beside her, reliving in my mind what I had seen in the alley and what I had done to her myself, hearing the way she talked, seeing the way she acted. The next morning I asked Jane exactly what had happened the night before. She looked at me curiously and I wondered whether she had in fact known it was me that had fucked her in the alleyway. She said nothing for a few moments then eventually told me that she couldn’t remember anything after entering the bar. She knew she had drunk some cocktails. She had protested at first but eventually gave in as everyone was drinking from the same pitcher and she didn’t want the others to feel that she was being left out. “Lily says you were really wild last night,” I told her. “Yeah? What did I do?” “I don’t know. You’d better ask her. She wouldn’t tell me. She did say you should have a drink more often though.” “Oh I don’t know if I should do that. It makes me go a bit out of control, I think. What do you reckon? Do you think it’s bad if I drink like that?” I didn’t know what to say. It was obvious to me now. Whenever my wife had a drink she turned from a prim and proper lady into a complete slut. The complete personality change was unbelievable. I guess that most men might have forced their wives to see a psychiatrist or a doctor of some kind, but I figured that it might be better not to make a big deal out of it. She didn’t seem aware of what she had done and as long as I could keep her away from alcohol there was no reason to think she would be anything but faithful for the rest of our lives. I decided to keep a close eye on her in future. Six months later our anniversary came around and I had booked a table at a fancy restaurant out in the city. During the week, Jane’s mother, Alice called and asked us to stop over at her house at the weekend, saying that she had a gift for us. Jane sometimes spoke to her mother on the phone, but she never allowed her into our house. I didn’t know if this was for my benefit, but I wasn’t bothered either way. I had known from an early age, via television, thats were to be avoided at all costs. I had only seen her two or three times since the wedding, and that was okay by me. We arrived at Alice’s house late in the afternoon on Saturday. We planned on heading straight for the restaurant from there. Jane’s mother opened the door for us, kissed us both on the cheek and invited us in. She sat us down on the couch and told us to make ourselves comfortable. She wore a very short skirt and a tight sweater, which accentuated her large chest. The clothes were too young for her, but she wore them well. She was still only in her early forties and I couldn’t deny that she was a fine looking woman. I hoped that Jane would look as good in twenty years time. Jane wore a knee length, low cut black dress. It was the most figure hugging and revealing outfit she had and I knew she only wore it as a treat for me. Shortly after we had sat down a man came in from the kitchen, dressed only in his shorts and a T-shirt. He was dirty, dishevelled and obviously drunk. “Hey, Randy,” Alice said. “Come join the party.” “Who’s this?” Jane asked sarcastically. “Your latest beau?” “You remember Randy. He’s been a long time visitor to the Parlour of Love,” Alice laughed. “Or the Bordello as the neighbours like to call it.” “Yeah,” Randy leered at my wife. “You remember your Uncle Randall, don’t ya? I used to sit you on my knee when you was a little girl. Only you were never that little. Not when I knew ya.” “Yeah?” Jane answered, an edge to her voice, as she looked at him in disgust. “Well, I had a lot of uncles in those days. Didn’t I, Mother?” Alice snorted. “You could say that. Randy, honey, it’s my daughter’s wedding anniversary today.” “Is that right? Well, that calls for a drink,” he said, walking over to the drinks cabinet and pouring himself a large glass of whiskey. He drank it down in one gulp then poured another. “Randy,” Alice said. “How about offering a drink to our guests?” “Sure thing,” he said. He took three glasses from the cabinet and filled them all to the brim with cheap scotch. He put one glass each on the table in front of Jane and myself then gave one to Alice, nibbling on her ear as he leaned over her. “Come on then,” Alice said. “Drink up.” “No, Mother,” my wife said in a low voice. “You know I don’t drink.” “Aw, come on. It’s a celebration. Three years and you’re still together.” “Don’t be so surprised Mother. Some of us are capable of making a marriage work.” “Ouch. I guess I had that coming. Nicky boy, you’ll join us in a little toast, won’t you?” she asked, gesturing me to lift up my glass, which I did so automatically. “You see,” Alice pointed to me. “He’ll drink a toast to your anniversary, but not you. Maybe you take after me more than you know.” I could see that Jane was getting angry and upset. Suddenly she stood up and walked out of there. I quickly got up but Alice told me to sit down. “Let me speak to her, Nick. Please. It’s Mother-Daughter stuff, you know? Randy, look after our guest.” I looked out of the window and saw Jane sitting in the car. Her mother followed her out there and began talking to her through the window. Eventually Jane opened up the driver’s side door and let her mother in to sit next to her, where they began talking. I could see that they were having a heavy discussion and I wondered how long it would take. Randy stumbled over towards me and sat down on the couch. “So, what’s yer name, son?” “I’m Nick,” I said, looking into his bleary eyes. “Right, right. Nick. Yeah. You a friend of Janey, huh?” “No,” I said. “I’m… “Ah, that Janey,” he interrupted. “She always was something special. Kinda messed up, if you know what I mean, but man, she had the sweetest pussy I ever tasted. You know? Yeah, course you do. You ever meet her husband? He must be the sorriest son-of-a-bitch in the world. You hear what Alice said? It’s their anniversary today and she brings you along instead. She always used to bring her men round here. You know the neighbours. They called this place the Bordello, all these guys coming and going all the time. They always thought it was Alice’s men, but she never had more than two or three on the go at any one time. She’s always been a good woman, faithful and true. In her own way, of course. Janey, though. Man, that’s a different story. She could never get enough of men. I ain’t complaining, mind. I had my fill in that bowl of plenty, mark my words. Yeah. Never had no pussy quite like hers. It would just take a hold of you and grip you real tight, and all you could do was hang on and enjoy the ride. Yes sir, she was the best. Don’t worry though. I ain’t just talking about when she was a fresh young thing. She gave me a quick taste of her honey pot just a while ago. Couple of years ago it was, and let me tell you, it was as good and tight as it always was. Yeah. You just buy her a couple a drinks and she’ll drop her panties and spread her legs faster than you can say Abracadabra. Say, what’s your name again, boy.” Throughout his drunken monologue I kept trying to interrupt him, to set him straight, to slap him around, if need be, but he wasn’t listening. He barely seemed aware that I was there. Most of the time he appeared to be talking to himself, in a reverie of memory. At first I wanted him to shut the hell up, but after a while I was desperate to know more. Could it really be true, what he was saying? “So when did she used to bring men around here?” I asked. “Before or after she got married.” “Before. After. What’s the difference? When’d she get married anyways?” “Five years ago. Five years today.” “Hey, that’s right. It’s her wedding anniversary. Did you know that? Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. Well, I known Alice for about eight or nine years and Janey was always on the wild side even then. Everybody knew that she’d open up after a shot of whiskey. At first it was boys her own age, then she graduated to the more mature man, if you get my drift, “ he cackled, pointing to himself. “The funny thing was, whenever she was sober, she wouldn’t let me anywhere near her, nor anyone else neither. She’d act like the idea was disgusting. It was weird, man. She’d have a dry spell for a few weeks and she wouldn’t even let you feel up her tits, but then she’d be back drinking for a few months and you could have her any which way you wanted, you know. She just couldn’t get enough cock. Ah, she just loved to fuck, I’m telling you. Alice didn’t like it none when she found out I’d been screwing the pair of ‘em, but there you go. That’s life. When the old man started up drinking, little Janey used to be at the bottle all day. The old man was so out of it he never realised that she drank more of his whiskey than he did. “I remember one afternoon. I’d been sleeping it off in the bedroom. Me ‘n’ Alice had had a morning quickie and she left me there while she went down to the store. The old man was out at work or in a bar. By this time he knew to avoid the house in daylight hours. Anyways, I hear the doorbell ring and it wakes me up, so I start cursing, thinking Alice has forgot her key. I walk out and look down the stairs and I see Janey’s there, answering the door. She’s standing there holding a bottle of whiskey in her hand like it’s a lifejacket and she’s about to drown. And let me tell you, she ain’t got a stitch on. She opens the door in broad daylight; naked as the day she was born. Man, she had a sweet ass in those days. What a peach. I don’t know, maybe she still has. You’d know better than me. So anyway, she opens the door a little, pokes her head outside and there’s three guys there. I couldn’t see them, I just heard them talking. They ask her if her parents are home and she says no. Then they tell her they’re doing some maintenance work in a house down the road and they want to know if there’s anything in her house that needs doing. Well Janey just pulls the door wide open so they can see her in all her glory, and she says, ‘Yeah, me.’ Huh huh. Oh man. That was great. Huh huh huh.” Randy broke off as his laughter turned into a loud, rattling cough. “Oh, shit. I need to cut down on the tobacco. Where was I?” “Jane was at the door naked,” I said. I couldn’t believe I was listening to this. I had no idea if any of it was true but I was spellbound at the thought. “Yeah? Oh yeah, that’s right. So the guys come in and screw the ass off her. She was screaming and hollering so loud. Man, she loved it. One of them was fucking her in the ass and it must have been her first time. Jesus, she went wild. She didn’t want them to leave, but they did anyway. I could see she wanted more so I came down the stairs and she sees me, and she don’t say a word. She just spreads her legs apart and waits for me. So I’m on top of her on the couch giving it to her and then her mama walks in the door. Hey, it was this same damn couch, what do you know about that?” I looked down at my seat, picturing him doing it to her, picturing the other three men, all fucking her at once. “Yeah, so Alice walks in the door and sees me on top of the girl and she goes crazy. All hell broke loose and Alice threw me out. I didn’t see the problem. She weren’t no damn virgin that was for sure. Shit, she’d probably had as many men as her mother has in her whole life by the time she was eighteen. Anyway, Alice lets me come back a while after the old man dies, but I didn’t see her for some time. Didn’t know which one I missed most, the mother or the daughter, know what I mean? So all that time the only times I see the girl are outside the house. “So, one time I see her in the street and say hello, and she acts like she don’t know me, which I take to be real unfriendly like. But I’m a nice guy and I offer her a drink. She says no at first, but I knew she wanted it really so I tell her that her mother’s sitting in the bar across the street and that she’d be real happy to see her. The girl must have been married by now and living with her hubby and I don’t think she and Alice had seen each other for a while. So she comes in the bar with me and starts looking around and of course Alice ain’t nowhere to be seen, right? So I tip the wink to Joe, he’s the bartender, and I say, ‘Where’s Alice? She was here just a minute ago.’ Joe’s a good egg and he says that she just stepped out for a minute and he was keeping a drink warm for her. So Jane decides to stay, and Joe puts a drink in front of her, and I can see she wants to turn it down, but she can’t. So she has it, then another and another and twenty minutes later she’s drunk as a skunk. Boy oh boy. She jumps off her bar stool, kneels down in front of me and takes out my cock. Best blow job I ever had. Then she wipes her mouth clean and calls out, ‘Who’s next?’ Shit, she blew every man in there. It’s like my mama used to say. A leopard don’t change its spots. Know what I’m saying? What was it you was asking me about anyway?” Before I could reply I heard Jane and her mother walking back into the house. The Devil Inside Jane “Randy?” Alice called as she came in. “You been keeping our guest entertained?” “He’s probably been telling some of his tall tales,” Jane said. “The lying old reprobate.” Randy looked sheepishly at me. Had he been lying throughout? He was a damn good liar if that was the case. Everything fit in. Her sexual inhibitions when she was sober, the way she acted when she got drunk. These dry spells he referred to might have been when I was down from college for a few weeks at a time. It all added up. But what about the times he mentioned after we were married? Surely I would have known if she had come home drunk? It was too much to believe. And if his story was true, she must have had many men before consenting to have sex with me. I tried to think back to our wedding night. I remembered asking her if it had hurt. I had never had a virgin before, but I always figured that she was, the way she used to act with me. She had said something along the lines of that it did hurt a little, but that it didn’t matter because she loved me so much. I don’t remember if there had been any bleeding though. “Nick?” Jane’s voice tore me away from my thoughts. “I think we should be going. We don’t want to be late for our reservations.” “Wait,” Alice said, bringing a wrapped parcel up from under the table at the corner of the room. “Don’t forget your anniversary gift. Here. Don’t open it now.” “Thanks, Mother,” Jane said, taking the parcel and kissing her on the cheek as we left. At least things seemed to be a little better between them. As I drove us to the restaurant I couldn’t stop thinking about the things Randy had said. I asked Jane to tell me about him. “Oh, he’s just a drunken old fool,” she said belligerently. “What did he say to you? I bet he told you loads of lies about all the money he made and all the women he had. He lives in a fantasy world. I can’t see what my mother sees in him. He used to be one of her fancy men when my father was alive. God I hated him. He was always looking at me, trying to peer up my skirt. Once he came into the bathroom while I was taking a shower and he wouldn’t leave. He was waiting until I opened the shower cabinet so he could see me naked. He kept pressing his face against the frosted glass, trying to see inside, but I don’t think he could see anything because of all the steam. Anyway, I had to wait in there until Mother came home, and then he rushed off. My skin was all shrivelled up from the hot water. So I told Mother what had happened and she never let him come back while I was living there. She must have still been seeing him though. I think she let him move in as soon as you and I got married.” Well, I thought, that would explain why he would make up those foul stories about her. He must have blamed her for lousing things up with Alice. I still thought that there must have been some element of truth in what he had said, but how was I to find out? I couldn’t see Jane admitting it to me even if it was true. I drove ten miles out of town into the city. The restaurant had only recently opened but had received rave reviews. It had a large seating area with a bar to the side and upstairs was a nightclub. Neither of us had been there before. The maitre ‘d ushered us to a cosy, intimate table at the far end of the dining area. Soon after we were seated a waiter came along asking us if we wanted anything to drink and I ordered a bottle of champagne. “Why did you ask for that?” Jane asked when he had gone. “Well, it’s a celebration, isn’t it?” I replied. “Yes, but you can’t drink it all. You’re driving.” “Well, you’ll have to help me,” I said. The thought had struck me suddenly that if she had a couple of drinks she might open up a little about her past. I wouldn’t let her get drunk. I would just get her to loosen up a little. “Oh, Nick, you know I can’t drink. I just get…I don’t know…out of control.” “One glass won’t do you any harm,” I said. “And I’m here to make sure you’re okay. Come on Jane, let’s drink to our anniversary. It’s a special day, after all.” Just then the champagne arrived and I asked the waiter to pour out two glasses. We ordered our food and when he had gone I raised my glass to Jane and said, “To us.” She didn’t look too sure about it, but went ahead and drank anyway. “Well,” she said. “If you’re here to keep an eye on me, I guess there’s no harm in celebrating.” By the time we had finished our food we had polished off the whole bottle of champagne. I hadn’t been able to turn the conversation to Randy and her past yet, so when the waiter picked up the dirty plates I asked him for another bottle. I knew that I would be over the limit but I thought we could get a cab home if necessary. Jane made no objections when the waiter returned and poured her another glass. She laughed saying, “I could get used to this. I’ve never had champagne before.” “What did you used to drink?” I asked her. “When?” “I don’t know. Whenever. When you were young. Did you ever drink at all?” “Did Randy tell you something about me?” she asked and instantly I knew that he had been telling the truth. I nodded, not sure whether to tell her exactly what he had said. “I suppose he told you I used to get drunk and act like a slut.” “More or less,” I said, waiting for her to tell me whether it was true or not. Would she admit it? She smiled mischievously at me then lifted her glass to her lips and quickly drained the remaining wine. “What would you say if I had done?” “So it’s true then?” “Yes,” she said finally. “Yes, it’s true. I used to get drunk and let Randy fuck me, Randy, or anyone else who was around. I would have a couple of drinks and start acting like a whore, just like my mother. Satisfied now? Is that what you wanted to hear?” “How many…?” I began to ask, but couldn’t finish. “How many men? I don’t know. Dozens, hundreds, I can’t remember. One time I was at a party. All the guys from high school were there. They used to hate me, called me a stuck up bitch because I wouldn’t let them get past first base with me. Then, at the party, I had a few beers. I took off all my clothes then opened the door of an empty bedroom. I turned to the room and said ‘Whoever wants it, come and get it.’ Of course they all wanted it. They all filed in, three or four at a time, and every one of them fucked me, in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. And I loved it Nick. I loved every minute of it.” I looked into her eyes. They were gleaming. She wanted to tell me all this. It was as if she had been waiting all our married life so that she could make this confession to me. She wasn’t tearful, ashamed or apologetic. Her attitude said, “This is the way I am, deep inside. Take it or leave it.” Conflicting emotions ran through me. I was glad that she was admitting the truth. I was well aware by now that the thought of her acting like such a slut turned me on, but I think a lot of that was because she was usually so prim and proper. I wanted to help her, to make her see that drinking like that, acting that way when she was drunk, it was dangerous. I began telling her so and she burst out laughing. “Do you want to know a secret, Nick?” she interrupted me. “I used to hear my mother having sex every day, usually with different guys, sometimes more than one a day. I could hear her moaning with pleasure. I knew she loved it. I wanted to try it myself, to see what it felt like. The trouble was I was afraid, scared of what people would think of me, that they would think I was a slut and a whore, like my mother. I wanted to be out of control, irresponsible, so people would think that I didn’t know what I was doing, that I was being taken advantage of. So I pretended I was drunk. I would go to a party or a bar and I would take a sip of a drink then throw the rest away, or switch glasses with something non-alcoholic. I always wanted to be in control, but not let others know I was.” “What are you telling me?” I asked, confused by it all. “You never got drunk at all, really?” “No,” she said. “Never. I can drink as much as I like. It never makes me drunk. Even the first time I tried it, I had three or four glasses of whiskey and it didn’t affect me at all.” “Wait, wait. I’ve seen you totally out of it. I’ve seen you myself. Twice.” “Let’s see. One of those times was when you fucked me in the alleyway, yes?” she asked, grinning at me when she saw the shocked look on my face. “What? You didn’t think I knew about that? Tried to keep that one to yourself didn’t you?” “But you were…” “Drunk? Paralytic? No. I’d had a couple of glasses of some weak cocktail. That’s all. I just wanted someone to fuck me. I wanted some stranger in a dark alley. I wanted something wild, something dirty. I was in the bar and I got up from where the girls were sitting. I was staggering everywhere, pretending that I was out of my head. I deliberately stumbled into this guy’s lap as he sat down and I started laughing and chatting with him, telling him my name, what I was doing there. I began rubbing my ass against his crotch and I could feel it. I could feel his cock getting hard. Then he whispered in my ear, telling me that I probably needed some air. I knew what he was after. I slurred my voice, saying that was a good idea, and I went outside. He followed me out and led me down the alley. I heard you call me, Nick. I turned round and I saw you crossing the road. I knew that you would catch up with us. I pretended that I was out of control completely. I think he wanted to take me back to his car but I stopped by the wall. I pulled down my panties and put his hands between my legs. I told him to fuck me, to fuck me right away. I wanted you to catch us. I wanted you to know what a filthy little slut I was.” “But why?” I asked. “Why? I don’t know. I was fed up with it. The way you always treated me, like some kind of princess. Your precious little angel. I wanted you to know what I was really like, deep inside. When the guy heard you running towards us he got scared. Maybe he thought you were a cop, I don’t know. I had wanted you to see him fuck me, close up. I wanted you to walk up to us, close enough so you could see his cock driving in and out of my pussy. Then, when he ran off I decided to pretend that I didn’t know you, that you were a complete stranger, but that I wanted you inside me anyway. I wanted you to think that I was nothing but a cock hungry whore. And you did, didn’t you?” I looked into her eyes, not knowing what to say. “Yes, I guess I did,” I said eventually. “But I thought it was just the alcohol. Like at our house warming party. You and Mike Cochran...” “So you did see us together then?” “Yes.” “I wasn’t drunk then either,” she said. “But you…I saw you…flirting with all the guys, falling all over the place. I saw you with Cochran…in the garage. You were going to let him fuck you.” “Yes. Yes I was. But I wasn’t drunk. I was pretending.” “But why?” “Oh Nick, I don’t know. It was the way you were introducing me to everyone at the party, to your friends, to the new neighbours. I felt like I was just some kind of trophy wife. I wanted you to know what I was really like, and the rest of them too. I wanted everyone to know what a slut I was. I’d been hiding from myself for so long, I couldn’t stand it any more. At the party, something had just come over me. It was like I was possessed. You know, it wasn’t only Mike Cochran. I went out in the garage with a couple of other guys as well during the evening. I was sure that you would catch me eventually. Everyone could see the way I was acting. Some of the wives were keeping their husbands away from me. They all saw me as a drunken slut, all of them but you.” “You went in the garage with other men too?” “Yeah. Don’t ask who they were. It doesn’t matter.” “What did you do in there?” “What do you think?” “You let them fuck you? Both of them?” “Yes. Yes, I did. And there were more than two. There must have been five altogether including Cochran. He was the only one who didn’t get the chance to fuck me. When I heard you calling me I told him to do it. I told him to stick his prick inside me. But he was scared that you’d catch us so he made me go outside alone.” “That night,” I said, faltering my words, still trying to come to terms with what she was telling me. “After the party we…we made love for hours. You were…insatiable. Why…?” “I was sure you knew something. I could sense it, the way you were acting. I thought someone might have told you what I had been doing or you might have even seen something yourself. It really turned me on, thinking that you knew that about me, that you finally realised what I was really like. That you finally saw that I wasn’t your little angel, that I was actually a devil…a horny little devil. And then, the next day, you acted as if nothing had happened. I began to doubt that you had known anything after all.” “But the sex that night…between us…it was incredible.” “I know. I wish it was always like that, but…the next day…it was as if nothing had changed. I thought you wanted your sweet little innocent wife back. I love you Nick, I’ve always loved you. Ever since the first day, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I wasn’t a virgin when we met. I had had so many men I had lost count and I knew none of them had any respect for me. I wanted you to be different. I wanted you to love me and respect me and I thought the only way to do that was to pretend I was prim, proper, respectable, all that crap. “The next day, after the party, I wanted you to confront me. I wanted you to tell me you loved me being so dirty with you, but you didn’t. You acted as if nothing had happened. I decided that the most important thing was that you were happy, content, and I didn’t think you wanted me acting like a slut, even just with you.” “But I did,” I said reaching over to touch her hand. “I do. I loved it that night, and in the alley too. Having sex with you like that, it was amazing. I wish you were always that way with me.” “Acting like a slut?” “Yes. If you were like that whenever we were alone together, I would love it.” “Oh, Nick. I’m sorry,” she said, pulling her hand away from mine. “You just don’t get it. You don’t understand what I’m like. I couldn’t just do it with you. I want other men as well. I always have. I can’t help myself. Whenever a man so much as looks at me I get this feeling inside and I just want to…to tear off my clothes and have him ravish me. A couple of times last month I went to the park in the afternoon. I spent about four hours there, pretending I was drunk. I would sit down on a bench, my skirt hiked up high on my thighs, stockings showing, my blouse unbuttoned and no bra on. Whenever a man approached me I would spread my legs in front of him so he could see I had no panties on. Then we’d go into the bushes and he’d fuck me there. They all thought I was just some drunken whore, too far gone to even ask for money. But I didn’t care, Nick. I just wanted their cocks inside me. “I know I shouldn’t have told you any of this, but I can’t stand it anymore. It’s not fair, what I’ve been doing to you. I want you to know the truth. I’ve wanted to tell you for ages. I’ve tried to show you how I am, but now I…I’m laying all my cards on the table. I know it’s bad timing, our anniversary, and all that, but when I saw my mother and Randy, all those memories…I just had to tell you. We can’t go on together. I’m sorry. It’s over. It has to be.” “No,” I said. “It’s not over. I love you. It doesn’t matter what you do.” “You say that now, but…” “No, I’ll prove it to you.” “How?” “How drunk are you now?” I asked. “Not very. Why?” “Let’s go upstairs to the nightclub. I want you to pretend that you’re really drunk. I want you to act like you always do when you’re like that. Like you’re a slut. I want to watch you fuck another man, to prove that I can handle it. Will you do that for me?” Jane looked down, swallowed the remainder of the wine in her glass and turned her head back up to face me. Her eyes looked suddenly glassy. “Yeah, I can do that,” she said with a lascivious smile. Her voice was slurred now. It wasn’t hard to believe that she was really drunk. She was a good actor, an experienced one. I paid the bill for our meal and the wine then we went upstairs to the nightclub. There was no one on the stairs and halfway up Jane turned to me and asked her to unzip her dress. “That’s going a bit far, don’t you think? If you go up there naked, we’ll just get thrown out.” “No, stupid,” she said laughing. “I just want to take my bra off. Men always like a girl with no bra, you know.” I unzipped the dress down to the waist then she unhooked her bra and pulled it off through the arms of the dress. It looked like she had had plenty of practice doing it. I let Jane go ahead then followed closely behind, so it looked like we weren’t actually together. It was now around ten o’clock and the place wasn’t too crowded. There were about twenty men and women on the dance floor and another twenty or so sitting in booths or standing at the bar. Jane spotted a group of three men propped up by the bar and immediately walked over, swaying slightly, as she pretended to be drunk. “Hello boys,” she greeted them, placing her hands on the shoulders of two of the men. “Care to buy a lady a drink.” Again her voice was slurred. “You alone?” asked one of them. “Well, I hope not. I always enjoy the company of strangers.” I stood at the bar a few feet away from them as they plied her with drinks. Their eyes were drawn to her cleavage and her nipples, which were rock hard and pointing out through the material of her flimsy dress. Their hands were all over her ass and sometimes they would brush their arms across her tits. My wife kept looking over at me, checking that I could handle seeing all this, and I did nothing but nod encouragingly. After a while one of them asked her to dance and I watched him caressing my wife’s behind, his hand gripping the cheek of her ass while he pressed his groin against her. Soon his other hand reached up to feel her tits and she did nothing to stop him groping her. The other two men were watching them, laughing to themselves about how easy it was going to be to fuck her. “Who gets her first then?” one of them asked. “Hell, she’ll probably take us all on together. She looks the sort.” When Jane and her partner came back to join the others, one of them commented on how they looked as though they enjoyed themselves. “Yeah,” Jane said, looking over at me. “He’s some dancer. He’s got me all wet. Feel it.” Jane grabbed the man’s hand and pulled it up her dress, right between her legs. Suddenly the other two men crowded round her, blocking my view, blocking everyone’s view, and I was sure that they were all groping her tits and her ass and her pussy. No one could see exactly what the guys were doing to her, but I could guess, and I was sure that my wife would be enjoying it. After a minute or so, I heard one of them ask her if she wanted to go somewhere more private. “Where’ve you got in mind?” she asked. “Well, my car’s downstairs.” “Oh, I don’t know,” she looked at me. I wouldn’t be able to see her fuck them if they drove her somewhere. “I don’t really feel like going for a drive anywhere.” “Well, how about we go up to the roof garden? It’s always deserted this time of night.” “Okay. That sounds nice. Just give me a couple of minutes,” Jane said then walked over behind the dance floor towards the toilet, gesturing me with her eyes to follow her. When we were out of sight, Jane grabbed me, kissing me frantically. “Are you ready for this?” she asked. “I thought it was only going to be one guy,” I said. “But yes, I’m ready. God, yes. I can’t wait.” The Devil Inside Jane “You go up there and try to find somewhere to hide. I want you to see it all, baby.” She kissed me again and I made my way up to the roof garden. The stairs led on to the middle of the roof and I looked around. Opposite the stairs there was a small section of tables and chairs. There was nothing else around but hard concrete. I quickly saw that it wasn’t completely deserted. A young man and woman, both in their teens, were making out, as they sat on one of the tables. Twenty feet away a couple of guys were standing up by the edge of the roof. They were smoking dope and taking surreptitious glances at the couple. I lit a cigarette and stood around waiting, not knowing what to do. There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to stop myself being seen, and with these other people around what were Jane and the three guys going to do anyway? A minute later the door to the stairs opened and my wife and her new found friends came on to the roof. They all saw me instantly, but said nothing and went over to where the tables were, sitting down not far away from the young couple. “Hmm,” my wife said, nodding over to the girl who was kissing her boyfriend, while he felt up her tits. “Looks like she’s enjoying herself.” “You fancy a bit of that then?” one of the guys asked her, but didn’t bother waiting for a reply as he pulled her up from the chair and began kissing her, forcing his tongue down her throat. Suddenly the other two sprang up and began running their hands up and down her body while their friend kissed Jane passionately. They obviously didn’t care who saw them, and neither did my wife. One of the men pulled down at the front of Jane’s dress until he had released her naked tits for everyone to see. He leaned down and began licking her erect nipple then he started sucking it. The man who was kissing her broke off and leaned down to do the same with her other breast. I heard her moan when she felt his tongue on her breast. Seconds later the third man had pulled her dress up above her waist and began pulling down her panties. I looked over at the couple. They had stopped making out and were now watching my wife, this slut who was letting three men grope her at once. The girl stood up and dragged her boyfriend away and down the stairs. I guessed she was worried that he might get ideas. The two dope smokers were watching avidly and stepped closer to see what would happen. I joined them, pretending to be just an onlooker. The men lifted Jane up onto the table and lay her down in front of them. Her dress was now bunched up around her belly, exposing her tits and her pussy to everyone. “Come on then,” she said. “Get your cocks out, all of you. I want you all to fuck me. Come on.” The three men did as she asked, unzipping their jeans and pulling out their cocks. They were all hard, hard and ready for her. They spread her legs apart as the first one entered her roughly, making her moan. She took the other men’s erections in her hands, rubbing their shafts as they played with her tits. “Oh God. That’s it. Fuck me. You’ve all got such lovely cocks. I want to feel them all inside me.” I stood ten feet away watching her act the slut for me, for her, for both of us. I pulled out my own erection and began to jerk off at the sight of it. The two teenagers looking on did the same thing as the first man began pumping inside her. “Oh yeah, I’m coming you dirty bitch…you sexy fucking whore,” he groaned as he shot his load inside her. The other two followed in quick succession, pounding into her, as she cried out, calling herself all kinds of filthy names while she orgasmed. When all three had come inside her they stepped back, leaving her lying there all but naked on the table. She saw the two dope smokers and I as we stood watching her, our cocks in our hands. She grinned at me then called them over. “What about you guys? You want to come in my pussy? Come on… Do it… The more the merrier. I love big cocks in my pussy… Fuck me…” The two kids wasted no time coming forward. One pushed the other out the way so he could get at her first. He lined up his cock with her gaping hole and shoved it deep inside her as she moaned. It didn’t take him long to come and then his friend took his place, squeezing her tits as he mounted her. When he had finished he climbed off of her and went over to his friend who was back by the roof’s edge, lighting up another joint. Jane beckoned me over, grabbing hold of my cock. “How about you? You want some?” she asked, smirking at me. I climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply as I guided my cock inside her. “Oh Jane,” I whispered. “I really love you.” “I love you too, baby,” she said as she reached her hands around my ass to push me deeper inside her. “That was the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen.” “Yeah? Good. Maybe we should go out for a drink tomorrow and celebrate. What do you think?” I smiled at her and began to imagine what she would do next as I continued to thrust in and out of her pussy while she lay there on the table. The Devil Inside Me Lara had everything, an engaging smile, a fabulous outlook on life, a killer body, and, unfortunately, a boyfriend. She had come to work at our company 3 months ago, and instantly won everybody over. All the single men were vying for her attention despite her unavailability, as were many of the married men too. She was a bit of a walking dichotomy in that she was as sweet as a person could be, but her body made you think about doing naughty things to her. Luckily, I had 2 advantages over everyone else when it came to getting to know her better -- her cubicle was next to mine, and, so was her apartment building. We spent many evenings together, walking home, jogging, and one time, after a few too many glasses of wine, kissing. (She said it would not happen again -- despite our mutual interest.) Oh, the boyfriend?... well, he's still on the West coast -- 3000 miles away, and they're figuring out the 'long distance relationship' thing, and I'm determined to help it come to it's rightful conclusion. Since that night we spent kissing, and playing 'what if' -- we had actually grown a bit closer. She shared more intimate thoughts with me (rarely mentioning Carl) -- and was always quick to laugh, or lightly touch my arm when talking to me. The fact that we had almost crossed 'the line' hadn't made her pull away at all -- in some ways, I think she trusted me more because I didn't push the issue. But, that was all weeks ago, and now I fast forward to this past Halloween. Our Company Party. -- It was, for the most part, a boring event. The sole exception was seeing what Lara dressed up as! Everyone's jaw dropped when she arrived as a French Maid...complete with plunging neckline, and stockings. She was still our sweet Lara, but in a Sexy outfit. I dressed as a Devil with Darth Maul overtones (painted face, black and red). I had the distinct pleasure of driving together with Lara -- the two of us complimenting each other on our outfits. Lara is about 5'4 116 lbs, with beautifully dark overtones present in her eyes, her hair, and her skin. These, contrasted with the Black and White maid's outfit made everyone's pulse beat just a bit faster. At times she 'played the role' of the maid... bringing me wine, and winking at me when she called me 'master' -- making everyone laugh, and I'm certain bringing other scenarios to mind as well. I made a few attempts at playing my role as the devil... bringing her many glasses to drink... telling her it was my job to 'tempt her' -- and she always did that wonderful laugh, and would lightly place her hand on my forearm, something I never saw her do with anyone else. I could sense that she was feeling the wine, as she spent more time by my side, sometimes our arms locked together. One friend of hers commented on how she should dump her West Coast guy, given the fact that I was right here! She just laughed, and gave me a peck on the cheek, saying 'He is such a yummy devil isn't he?' -- where upon I pinched her butt causing her to make a cute little 'Oh, Mon Cherie!' at me in a faux French accent. We spent the requisite time at the party, and both felt the need to get home -- wanting the quiet of our own apartments, and, I hoped, the company of each other. As we drove home, I asked her about Carl and their future together. She said things were going just fine, but still, it was a long distance relationship, and at this point neither one had worked out exactly who was going to relocate for the other. 'But I'd rather not talk about him right now,' -- she said. We parked -- and I offered to walk her to her door since she was in such a revealing outfit. I told her that any man who saw her wouldn't be able to control himself! She laughed... touching my arm -- and we walked in silence. At her door, she invited me in for one last glass of wine! I followed her into her kitchen, and took a deep breath when she bent over to find the bottle she wanted -- her skirt riding high enough to muddle my senses. She turned...handed me my glass, and... The Phone rang. 'Hi Hon,' she said. I could only hear her side of the conversation from this distance. 'Oh,,, sorry, it was the company's Halloween party tonight, and I just got home!' I closed the open cabinet, and it slammed too loudly. 'No, I'm just here by myself.' She pressed her finger to her lips making a 'shhh' sound to me. I looked over at her... She mouthed to me 'He wouldn't understand.' Lara turned to face the cabinet above the sink, still talking to Carl, and I walked up to her, standing directly behind her. My pulse was pounding, here in her apartment, - that damn short skirt, that cleavage. I placed my hands on her hips, leaned forward, and kissed her neck. She turned her head to face me, and I quickly kissed her lips before she could stop me (She couldn't say anything to me -- since she was here all 'alone'...). The mirror above her sink allowed me to see her face while she talked with him. 'What? Hon,,, I didn't hear what you said.' 'Oh... I wore that maid's outfit that Lucy gave me as a joke last year.' I kissed her neck harder, and worked my way up to her ear,,, nibbling it gently. Lightly pushing my body against hers. 'Uhm, yep, the one with the plunging neckline.' My right hand left her hip, and my finger traced the object of discussion, her cleavage,,, lightly. She tried to turn to look at me (the alarm a bit evident in her face) -- her free hand grasped mine -- and held it stationary on her chest so that I couldn't follow that line to her beautiful breasts. I whispered in her other ear 'I've always wanted to touch you like this -- it feels so right!' 'Mm, yesss! Yes, hon, I agree,' she said on the phone. Reality was getting a bit blurred. My other hand was still free, and I reach around and placed it flat on her tummy, lightly pulling her back against me. The warmth of her body on my hand, and also against my hips. My cock was hard (it had been for a LONG time) There was no way she was not aware of it against her back side. 'Really? Not until April? -- Hon that's 5 more months!' My hand slid lower down her stomach, reaching, reaching father down, almost to where I would be able to feel her pussy through her skirt. In alarm she released my upper hand and grabbed my lower one -- keeping it just an inch from touching her. 'I want you so bad,' -- I whispered in her other ear, nibbling it, tasting it. (fingers to her lips -- warning me) 'But I thought you'd be able to come out for the holidays,' -- she said. My free hand now slid down her bodice unhindered -- following that warm line of cleavage, and I could feel her breast. A moan escaped from me -- quickly, she gave me another look of warning. 'Yes, it's so hard being away from you for so long.' I could faintly hear his voice 'I would love to see you in that outfit again -- your breasts look amazing in it.' 'I wish you were here now to see them,' -- she said, her voice faltering just a bit as I toyed with her nipple, and in a frantic urge of desire, I pulled the front down, completely freeing her breasts. Lara bit her lower lip,,, 'Mmm, I want that too.' By now, I was pushing against her, as if I were already inside of her, needing her so bad. My lips left her ear, and kissed the sides of her breast, teasing and tempting each of them. My free hand moved around to her thigh, and slowly, ever so slowly, lifted her short maid's skirt so that my palm was cupping her ass. 'I miss seeing you naked, making love with you... can't you come visit me?' he pleaded with her. 'I miss that too,' she murmured with her head slightly tipped backwards. Slowly she released her grip on my hand allowing it to slide down to her pussy. I cupped it lightly through her underwear -- one hand on her ass, one on her pussy, my lips, now tugging on her nipple. Her free hand reached behind her and began to trace the outline of my cock, sliding a finger along it, and then holding it, lightly pumping it. 'I so miss the feeling of you inside of me,' she said.... Pumping me hard as she said those words...her hand searching for skin contact, finding my stomach, and tugging lightly on the top of my pants-- telling me she wanted to feel me. I undid my pants, and let them fall down, and placed her hand on my cock. In the mirror I could see my 'devil' self sucking on her nipples, teeth playing with them lightly, and me, quivering just a bit as she played with my hard cock. The image of a devil sucking her breasts, her head tilted slightly back, her lips parted, while she listened to her boyfriend on the phone will always stay imprinted on my mind. Her maid's outfit was, by now, in a state of disarray. Her top, pulled down below her stunning breasts, and her skirt lifted up while my hands teased and tempted her. 'What would you do to me right now?' she moaned. I pushed her underwear to the side, I had to feel her pussy,,, I wanted to feel her wetness. 'Mmmm, yesss,' she whispered into the phone. My fingers teased her open, she was pumping my cock hard. 'I would have my fingers wrapped around you, pumping you hard,' she said almost in a whisper to him. My lips left her breasts, I stood behind her watching her 'hand fuck' my cock -- and I pushed her forwards. I guided her hand with my cock towards her pussy, and together we teased the lips of her pussy. 'Yes hon... I want you to cum for me!' she said to Carl. 'Do it now, I want to hear you!' I could hear him on the phone... a strangled moan... and then he chuckled: 'Babe, you have such a naughty side to you.' With just the head of my cock in her she said: 'I've always had a little bit of the Devil in me.' - and then I plunged hard deep into her, my hips fully against her ass, and roughly said in her ear: 'More than just a little bit!' She gasped, and dropped the phone in the sink... The Devil Inside 'We are playing with fire...' she whispers. I ignore her remark, realizing that she's right. My hand glides over her bare buttocks, her panties still wedged between her ass cheeks. I rake her buns lightly with my fingernails. She shudders and pushes her pussy firmer against my thigh. I lower my head en look into her green eyes. I kiss her gently on the mouth. For the first time it is more than a mere peck on the lips. She returns my kiss and her mouth opens to receive my tongue. I roll her onto her back, keeping my thigh between her legs. I move my head down over her breast and my lips close around her nipple. This she has never allowed me before. Now her hand clutches the back of my head, encouraging me. Still nibbling on her nipple, I roll on top of her. I force her legs open with mine until I lie between her legs in the missionary position. She does not protest too much. I suspect it is because of the false sense of security provided by the fact that she is still wearing her panties. I move my right hand between us and cup her pussy in my hand. I can feel the heat through her panties. She stiffens. 'Please! Don't! Let's go home. Before it's too late...' she pleads. But there's no stopping me now! I'm beyond the point of no return! The monster is loose! I push my hand under her ass and pull her panties to the side over her one buttock. Her pussy is lying exposed and vulnerable under me. I push my undies down. My hard cock enjoys the sudden freedom and lodges itself against her slit. She jumps as she feels my hard cock touching her cunt. Reality sets in and she tries to push me away. I lie with my full weight on top of her, holding her arms. 'Please! Don't do this to me! I have never been with another... No!! I can't do this to John!' she pleads. I try to kiss her again, but she turns her head away. 'Don't! It is going to ruin our friendship.' she warns. I hump her juicy pussy in search of the entrance, but without success. Then my dickhead lodges in her sopping wet slit. I push forward, but she jerks her hips away. I feel my dickhead slipping through her slit and coming to rest on top of her bronze triangle of pubic hair. She tries to roll away. I take her arms and put them together above her head. I hold both her wrists with my left hand while lining up my dick with her pussy. I draw my dickhead through her slit a couple of times, getting it nice and wet. 'Please... I beg you!' I look into her eyes and see a mixture of panic and lust. I put my dickhead against the entrance of her vagina. She realizes that she is not going to be able to stop me. 'Please...' she whispers, her eyes wide. I push forward gently. I can feel her plump pussy lips parting under the pressure of my dickhead. The wet, warm, velvety folds of her cunt slowly engulf my dickhead. She closes her eyes. Her mouth opens. She gasps. I push forward and feel my shaft sliding ever so slowly down her sopping wet cunt. Then I feel her pelvic bone against mine. I'm all the way inside her. I lie still on top of her. Then it hits me and I come to my senses! What the fuck am I doing?! Have I lost my mind? I am forcing myself onto my best female friend! How can I do this to her? Ashamed of myself, I release her hands. I lie motionless on top of her, my dick still buried to the hilt in her cunt. I wait for her to make the next move. After a few seconds she starts moving. She puts her arms around me. I kiss her. Her tongue darts into my mouth. She raises her knees and wraps her legs around me. She's OK with it. She wants it as bad as I do! I start to fuck her with slow, deep strokes. Her hips rock as she enthusiastically meets my every stroke. She moans and I can feel her nails biting into the flesh of my back. I raise my upper body and look down. It is an awesome site to see my dick disappearing all the way into the folds of her cunt only to reappear, wet and shiny with her love juice. I fuck her slowly for a while until I feel the pressure begin to build up in my balls. The last thing I want to do now is come. I withdraw my dick from her slick hole and lie down next to her. Her hand moves down and her fingers close around my hard, wet dick. She starts to wank me. I remove her hand and move down. I take her panties off. She lifts her buttocks to assist me. Suddenly I remember the camera! Great! Now we can really put on a show! I position myself on top of her in the 69 position, her spread legs facing the camera. For the first time I get to see that pink pussy in all its splendor. The bronze pubic hair forms a neatly trimmed triangle. Her puffy outer lips are clean shaven. The bright pink inner lips are glistening wet. I spread her inner lips and pull back the small sheath of her clit. Her clit appears like a pink pearl in an equally pink oyster. I stick out my tongue and tickle it lightly. A tiny tremor goes through her lower body every time the tip of my tongue comes into contact with her clit. She cannot keep her hips still. I lower my head and stick my tongue all the way into her pussy. She squirms and moans, her juices flowing freely. She tastes great! I fuck her pussy with my tongue. I feel an unbelievably soft, wet, warm sensation on my dickhead. She is blowing me. I fuck her mouth slowly with long, deep strokes while eating her pussy. I'm surprised at how much of my dick take she can take into her mouth. I roll off her and lie beside her. I pull her onto me. She gets the message and kneels over my lower body. She lifts my hard dick and lines it up with her wet pussy. With a groan, she lowers herself onto my dick, which disappears into her warm, slippery tunnel of flesh. I have, of course, positioned myself so that the camera has a perfect view of the action. She leans forward and starts to fuck me slowly. I am amazed at how firm and perfectly shaped her tits are for a mother of two. I cup her tits and play with her rosy nipples while she continues to fuck me. She fucks me harder and faster with increasing urgency, totally unaware that her every move is being captured on video. On the one hand I feel like a dog doing this to her, but on the other hand, it is so exciting and naughty that I almost come just thinking about it. I have to put my hands on her hips to slow her down to prolong the moment. Then I push her off me and stand up. She is kneeling in front of me, my cock hovering hard and intimidating in front of her face. I turn so that the camera can have a perfect view. She takes my dick in her hand. Her head drops and my dick, still wet with her juices, disappears into her mouth. Her head starts its bobbing motion. 'Does it taste good?' I whisper. 'Mmmm...' she replies without interrupting the action. I hold her head between my hands and fuck her mouth with deep, slow strokes. Her hand cups my balls. I pull her to her feet. I turn her around so that she faces the camera and move in behind her. My left hand closes over her breast while my right hand slides down her tummy over her furry bronze mound to her wet slit. She opens her legs to allow me better access. I effortlessly slip two fingers into her slick vagina. I finger fuck her for a while and then lift her right leg. It brings her pussy about level with my dick. She stretches to hold onto a branch of the tree to keep her balance. I support her with my left arm while guiding my rock hard dick into her juicy cunt. She moans as I begin to fuck her. She seems to be enjoying this new position with her standing on one leg hanging onto a branch very much. I fuck her hard and fast. After a while I notice that her leg is getting tired. I withdraw my dick from her and lower her other leg to the ground. She lets go of the branch. I kneel and pull her down with me, positioning her on all fours with her right side facing the camera. I take up position behind her and slip my dick into her slick love tunnel. I fuck her hard and fast. In this position the camera will capture the full penetration of my dick as well as the bobbing and swaying of her hanging tits. I can't wait to see the video! I lean forward and take her two tits in my hands. I fuck her deep and slowly while I play with her nipples. We are already ages late for the surprise party, but I couldn't care less! I let go of her breasts and put my hands on her hips. I fuck her deep and hard, making a point of letting my balls slap against her clit with every thrust. Experience has taught me that many women find this quite pleasurable. Mel is no exception! She moans and jumps slightly every time my balls hit that sensitive button. Her hands are frantically clutching the blanket. She is close to orgasm! I slip my hand between her legs from the front and part her pussy lips with my fingers, exposing that pink pearl. Hopefully it will heighten the sensation of my balls slapping against it. It seems to do the trick. After a few more thrusts I notice the light tremors in her lower body. I fuck harder. She cries out and starts bucking like a wild horse! I battle to keep my dick inside her. She falls forward onto her arms, her buttocks still in the air. Her lower body contracts rhythmically in the throes of an intense orgasm. I keep my dick inside her, pull her back against me. I wait for the spasms to subside. She is now lying still on her arms, breathing heavily. I give her a little time to recover and then turn her onto her back. I spread her legs and slip my dick into her again. She wraps her arms and legs around me. I fuck her hard and fast. I feel that tell-tale tingling in my balls. I fuck her even harder. My head begins to spin and I literally see stars as my dick erupts. I shoot stream after stream of pearly white cum down her pussy. I feel like I am never going to finish. It is one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced! Then I am finished. I lie tired and spent on top of her, motionless, my half limp dick still inside her pussy. We lie like that for a moment in a warm embrace. I roll off her. 'Wow! That was fantastic..!' is all I call say. 'Incredible...' she whispers. 'Better than strawberry ice cream?' I tease. 'Let's not go there, OK?' she replies with a smile. She leans forward and kisses me. I realize that it is getting very late. 'Come. We have to go. I have another surprise for you.' I get up and put my clothes on. She gets up and puts on her bra. Suddenly she looks down at the inside of her thigh. A stream of pale white cum runs from her pussy down the inside of it. 'Oops... How now?' she says and looks around. I offer the corner of the blanket. She wipes herself clean and proceeds to get dressed. I fold up the blanket and pick up the cooler bag. I rush to the car, eager to get the camera out of the way. I put the blanket and cooler bag in the trunk and get into the back of the car. I switch off the camera and as I am about to get out, I notice Mel about ten yards from the car. I quickly shove the camera under the front seat, before she can notice. I get out and open the passenger door for her. We head back in awkward silence. Then guilt sets in. 'I cannot believe what I've just done! John will kill me if he finds out! How could I do this to him?' she says. I take her hand in mine. 'What John doesn't know cannot possibly hurt him. And I promise you, he will never, never know.' I reassure her. She does not reply, but still looks very worried. We reach the turn-off to Dana's farm. 'Still feel like coffee?' I ask. 'More than ever!' she replies. 'Can we pop in there quickly?' 'Sure.' I say and take the turn-off. We reach Dana's house. Quite a few familiar cars are parked around the farmhouse. Mel immediately puts two and two together. 'You evil man! You knew all along! THIS is where we were headed in the first place, right?' she shrieks. Everyone is sitting outside on the patio, enjoying drinks and snacks. Dana walks up to us. 'Glad to see you two lovebirds finally made it here!' she teases. 'What on earth took you guys so long?' Mel blushes. 'You won't believe how this man tortured me! He is evil!' she says, giving me a sharp elbow in the ribs. 'So, did she put out?' ask Joe, one of our crude colleagues. 'Come on! What do you think? What woman can resist me?' I tease. Mel glares at me. 'In your dreams, mister!' she hisses. Everybody wishes Mel a happy birthday and we all have more drinks. Then another familiar car drives through the gate. It is John, Mel's husband, his mother and the two kids. Mel gets up. She looks very nervous. 'But that's John! What is he doing here? We're supposed to go out for dinner later...' she says. 'Relax, Mel! It's all part of your surprise. I invited John over.' Dana explains. 'But look at me! I have to bath and get dressed. There's no way I'm prepared for something like this?' she says. 'Now will you relax, woman?' Dana replies, gesturing to John who is taking an overnight bag from the trunk of his car. 'We thought of everything!' 'Shit! Just what I need!' I think to myself. How can I sit and chat to a guy over a few drinks moments after I've screwed his wife? My turn for a guilt trip... I will simply have to avoid him like the plague. Later that evening I am standing beside the barbeque fire, chatting to a friend when John and Mel walk up to us. They look like the perfect couple. John has his arm around her. Mel is wearing a stunning dress. Her hair is done. She looks awesome! 'Hey, what is this I hear about you and my wife?' he asks out of the blue. I almost choke in my beer. Mel comes to the rescue. 'Dana told him about the stunt you pulled on me.' she explains with a smile. 'Oh, that?! My friend, you are one lucky man. This wife of yours is as safe as houses. You have no reason to ever suspect her of anything untoward. We planned to scare the daylights out of her. I came on as strong as I could, but she did not even bat an eyelid! She must love you very much.' I tell him. 'Can you blame her?' he asks with mock vanity. He winks at me, flexing his biceps and pulling in his tummy. 'Can I use your car keys for a moment, please?' Mel asks. 'I forgot to take out my bag.' 'Sure.' I reply and hand her the keys. 'John, won't you be a darling and get it for me, please?' She hands him the key. 'Sure. But only because it's your birthday, OK?' He kisses her on the cheek and disappears into the direction of the car. I look at Mel. We don't speak. The silence is deafening. 'Are you OK?' I ask eventually. 'I suppose as OK as one can be under the circumstances.' she replies, not looking at me. 'I would just like to get this day behind me. And you..?' 'Same here. It is a very awkward situation.' I reply. 'What on earth were we thinking? How could we allow it to happen?' she asks, looking very troubled. 'Any regrets?' I ask. I immediately realize that it is an unfair question. 'To be honest, I really don't know. It has not hit home yet. I still can't believe that it actually happened. I feel like I am going to wake up any minute and it all was just a bad dream.' she replies. 'BAD dream??' I ask, pretending to be offended. 'Come, come, you two! Smile for the camera!' I look up and almost get a heart attack! There is John, aiming my video camera at us! I'm horrified! He laughs and lowers the camera. He hands it to me. 'Here. You shouldn't leave such an expensive thing lying on the floor of your car. I accidentally kicked it when I got in to get the bag. I may have broken it. I can't get it to come on. Will you check it, please?' I look at the camera. My hands are shaking. I notice that the battery became a little unstuck. What luck! Thank God for small mercies! If this man knew what he was holding in his hands... I shudder to think of it. 'See if you can get it going.' he says. 'I am thinking of getting one for myself. That one looks quite impressive. I'd really like to check it out.' 'Don't worry. It's not broken. The battery is dead. Unfortunately I didn't bring the charger, so the demo will have to wait for another day.' I lie. 'All right, then. I'm just relieved that it's not broken.' They move on to the next group of people. Shortly after dinner, I thank the hostess and excuse myself. I drive home, my mind a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions. I do not feel particularly good about myself. It was amongst the best and most exciting sex that I've ever had, but something feels very wrong. Mel is not the first married woman that I have made love to, but the others were not very close friends of mine. How is all this going to affect our relationship? Was she right when she said that it was going to ruin our friendship? Where do we go from here? Time will tell... And the video... It was a very exciting thing to do at the spur of the moment, but in retrospect I think it was a big mistake. I've never done anything like that before and feel that I have betrayed her trust. She does not deserve it. She will certainly never forgive me if she has to find out about it. It is not too late to do something about it, though. I can trash the video and pretend it never happened. But am I going to do it? Do I WANT to do it? Time will tell... Am I ever going to watch the video? You bet! I can't wait to get home! Am I going to destroy it afterwards? Not sure. I'll decide after I have watched it. Somebody once said that this type of material, be it videos or photos, always have the tendency to surface when you least want it to or can least afford it to. This, I believe, is according to the laws of a certain Mr. Murphy. This would be a catastrophe! It would certainly be the end of a happy marriage. It will without doubt destroy the family. Is it worth the risk? Well, like I said -- time will tell... Maybe I shouldn't have let the devil inside loose.