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How I Created a Monster Ch. 01

By: FrederickJones



Chapter 1

My wife's 38th birthday was coming, and I planned a nice celebration fortwo. She wasn't at all happy, though. 

"Honey, what's wrong?" 

"I'm being silly, Don, but I feel old. I've got some new wrinkles. A couple of grey hairs. I used to feel pretty and felt good about myself, I still remember how all the men used to look at me when I entered a room. I guess I'm feeling bad because those days are gone now. Yep, they're gone, long gone. And they ain't a-coming back, either. I'm just 38 and old and ugly and it's only going to get worse." 

"Sam, (her name's Samatha) we're all getting old, but you're still a ten- or at least a high nine - in anyone's book, and you know that" 

"Aww, you gotta say that, you're my husband. It's in your contract or something. But, thanks, anyway, Honey." 

This usually happy woman was really depressed. There was no way I could convince her that aging had'nt affected her looks. Sam IS a tall, willowy, beautiful woman. I'll admit her figure is more that of a dancer than of a Playboy Bunny, true, but in most men's eyes, she's an easy 9 or 9.5. 

A month or so later, we were having dinner with a good friend of both ofours, sort of a "most eligible bachelor" type - 30 something, handsome, successful: all the right stuff. You know, 'Mr. Lucky'. Really pisses me off, sometimes.

Now Sam had arranged more blind dates for this guy than you can imagine. "He's too good to let loose, Don", was her explanation. 

Sam and Fred are very good friends. They say their relationship's like having a brother or sister who's also a best friend. Uh-huh. Yeah. They say it proves that a guy and woman can be friendly without sexual pressure screwing things up. Right. Sure.

But Fred let slip a bit of an indiscretion. He had been on a west coast business trip for a couple of weeks. He mentioned in passing that it was a lonely trip, and by the end of it the nights alone in the hotel room were pretty unbearable. I tried to feel sorry for him, I really did.

"I know that feeling, Fred,"I said. 

"Yeah, I had to take some action, or I'd have gone crazy." 

Sam picked up on that: "What kind of action are you talking about, Fred?" 

After some probing, Fred revealed that "I have a way with women. It's a little expensive, but it is a way." 

"What do you mean?" 

Finally it came out. 

"Look, there were some girls at the bar, okay? One picked me up, that's all." 

"Fred, you mean you hired a hooker?" 

"well, if you're going to be blunt about it, yes. I did." 

"Tell me more", from Sam. 

"Look, she was very pretty, almost as nice as you, Sam." 

"What happened? What did she do? What did you do?" 

"She provided me a couple of hours of, um, entertainment." 

"Would that be 'sexual' entertainment?" 

"Of course. Can we get off this subject?" 

"Com'on, 'fess up. I want to know just what went on." 

"Look, she came to my room. Gave me a massage. We had sex. OK?" 

"What about safe sex?" 

"No, I took a chance." 

"Well, that was dumb. So, how much did it cost you, Fred?" 

"She was pretty, you know." 

"Com'on, how much?" 

"$500." 

"Wow." 

"Sam", I said, "I think you've embarrassed Fred enough for tonight." 

Fred agreed, and the subject was finally dropped. 

That night, in bed, Sam was especially turned on. And by the strangest thing.

"Wow, $500! Would you pay that much?" 

"Honey, I'm married to you, I don't want or need anyone else for sex." 

"But if you did, would you?" 

"I don't need a hooker, thanks."

"Com'on, com'on. Just 'what if'. How 'bout if the hooker was me?"

"For you, more! Millions, maybe!" 

The next night Sam came to the bedroom wearing one of my shirts (always a sexy look)- "Roll over, Bub, you're getting a massage." 

There was warm oil and hot hands on my back, then my buttocks, then my legs. Her hands moved up again: "Roll over!" 

I did. It's no surprise that 'Little Don' was standing up. Tall and Proud! Gotta love that little guy! Always answers the call.

"Oh, my, look at that. It looks like it wants some attention." Well, I got it, from hands, mouth, and titties. 

Later (not too much later, it turned into a quickie) Sam asked "Is that the kind of performance that would get me $500?" 

"Sam, it doesn't work that way. You negotiate the fee and collect it in advance. Otherwise, the guy may never pay." 

"Oh. Sorry, this is new to me." 

"OK. 

"Um. Two things, Don. You said 'You'. Does that mean me? And, how come you know so much about it?" 

"'You', was just the way I said it. And, yeah, I did screw around sometimes back when I was traveling, too." 

A couple of weeks later, Sam was on me, in bed. I could tell this was going to be intercourse for sex, not love making. She was kissing my neck, and talking. . . 

"Is this what a 'professional' would do?" 

"I'm afraid I wouldn't know, but don't let that stop you!" 

Now she moved down lower, and her mouth was working on my chest, then nibbling my navel. My cock had sprung free, and was twitching in time with my pulse. twitching,hell, it could have been directing a marching band! 

"I wonder if anyone would think I was worth $500, like that woman Fred was with." 

"Honey, you're worth a lot more." 

"You really think anyone would offer a 38 year old nag like me that much?" 

I decided answering that question could only lead to trouble, no matter what I said.

She was moving lower, and I could feel her mouth take in my penis. One hand began pumping my shaft, while her tongue and lips were busy exciting me more than I could stand. 

A pause: "Well? What do you think?" then she continued. 

"I like it! I like it!" 

"No, stupid, about someone paying." 

"I'll pay, I'll pay - don't stop!" 

She didn't stop for a few minutes, but then there was another pause - and just as well, I grabbed the head of my cock and squeezed it, in the classical 'do this to stop a premature ejaculation' maneuver. 

"Honey, I'd really wonder if other guys would think I'm attractive enough to pay big bucks for an evening like this with me." 

Okay, that was it. Now I was definitely past the point of no return. Both the physical pleasure, and the idea Sam was playing with made me lose control. God, it was good, even if we never made it to intercourse. 

A few nights later, again in bed, Sam advanced her idea further. 

"Um, do you think I'm marketable, honey?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"You know, an evening of fooling around for fun and profit. . ." 

"Sam, I don't think I like where this idea is going. Let's just keep it in reserve, and maybe some day the circumstances will be right and we'll see." 

"Does that mean you really don't like it, or do you just think no one will pay that kind of money for my saggy 38 year old body?" 

Now, guys, we ALL know that there is *absolutely* no good answer to that question, but I tried. Oh, how I tried.

How I Created a Monster Ch. 02



"Your body is fine, dammit." 

I was getting into trouble, but I wasn't *about* to pimp out my wife, even if she thought it would prove that she was still beautiful. I told her that I didn't think having her whore around was the way to prove that, although, when I told her that, she said that it would be de facto proof she was still OK in the body department. This was really not going anywhere good and I asked her to just drop it.

But somehow, circumstances seem to conspire, sometimes, don't they? 

Yeah, they do.

A month ago I attended an American Management Association one week workshop on Hilton Head Island. Although they strongly suggested attendees come alone, I arranged for Sam to join me on Thursday. I figured, after the thing ended Friday at noon we could have some fun there, or in Savannah. 

The workshop was hard work. It was just one of three similiar workshops going on at the same time. Wednesday night, after a team dinner, I went to the lounge for some time alone, and a quiet drink. 

Tomorrow Sam would be here, so things were looking up. 

A guy about my age sits down next to me. "Hi, I'm Bill." 

"Don". 

A hand shake, a word or two about the seminars, and the talk continued on about other things. 

Later that evening I told him "I have find a computer and get on line soon, need to check my e-mail." 

"Hell, come to my room. I'm all hooked up." 

His room was on the first floor. We walked in, and I saw the glass door to the patio open, but the screened part was shut. His room faced the beach. On the upper floors, like mine, what was his patio was our balcony. I asked him about the open door.

"It's pretty safe here, and I like to hear the waves coming in," he explained. 

After getting on line, collecting my mail, and responding, he invited me outside for a beer. 

The patio had a gated waist high fence, with a lot of shrubbery along it. It was private, and at this time of night, very dark. "I can just walk through there" - he pointed to a path thru the bushes - "to get to the beach. I go for a run every morning." 

Talk turned to personal matters, with the usual bullshitting. "Married?" I asked. "No, but I sure like to go thru the motions. Except the pickings are pretty slim around here, aren't they?" 

I was horny, thinking of Sam, and about her sex-for-fun not sex-for-love talk and maybe feeling a little perverted, too. And this guy seemed like he knew how to enjoy himself. He looked fit, was bigger and broader than me. Well, let's try something. See what happens.

"Uh, not true. I met a gal here from Cleveland last night. She's on vacation, but she was willing to, um, earn part of her vacation costs back." 

"Really? Was she any good?" 

Now I was really getting into it. 

"Very good." 

"How much did you pay?" 

Would he bite? 

"$600". 

"Wow. Was she in the lounge tonight? I sure didn't see anyone who looked worth that kind of money". 

"She was worth a lot more, but I didn't see her tonight either, if I had I probably wouldn't be here with you!" 

"Introduce me to her if you see her again. I reeeeally do need myself a good time." 

He reeeeally did bite! 

An hour later - by then it was nearly eleven - I excused myself. Tomorrow's session would be another one of 'personal discovery', and those got to be severly mind numbing after a while. 

But back in my room I called Sam. 

"Honey, I can't wait to get there" was how she responded when she heard my voice. I miss you, and - well, you know, MISS YOU!" 

Now we find out, does she really want to play? 

"Well, Sam, you still want to see if you've got what it takes?" 

"I've got all you can handle, big boy. Don, you sound funny. Have you been drinking?" 

"Yep. Been doing some pimping, too." 

"I don't believe you. You can't talk to someone without trying to sell something. OK, so what were you 'pimping' tonight?" 

"You." 

"You what? You're lyin'. I don't believe you'd do that." 

"Wait till you get here before you say that, shug. I just did a little selling, and if you're up to it, you'll have a $600 payday for a couple of hour's 'work' tomorrow night." 

"Shugah, you don't have to pay me $600. Fo you, 50 yankee dollahs will get you mo than you can evah handle." 

I just love it when she talks dirty, especially with that southern drawl. 

"No, you don't get it. There's a guy here who's willing to pay that kind of money for the right beautiful, uninhibited woman." 

"I still don't believe you. You don't have the guts. I'm not sure I do, for that matter." 

I guess she won't play. 

I'll press a little. 

"Tell you what, Sam. I'll bet you $300 that I have someone who will pay you $600 for a couple of hour's fun. I think that's about the correct commission for arranging an escort." 

"You're so full of it. It's a bet, fellah. I'll see you tomorrow evening, oh, and bring the cash." 

I guess she will play! 

"OK. I'll leave a key card in an envelope at the desk for you, I'm supposed to be alone in the room for another couple of nights while this stupid seminar runs, so lay low, ok? I'll be there about 7, after dinner. And be prepared, kid. I'm feelin' raunchy, and you're in for a real adventure if I can keep my hands and cock off you for a couple of hours." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You, sir, are all talk." 

Now the die, if not already cast, was certainly out of the container.



How I Created a Monster Ch. 03



Good thing I slept with a box of tissues next to the bed, because I woke up often that night, and every time I woke up I was horny, and had to do something about it. I wasn't thinking about the morality of all this, you kidding? It was lust, pure lust, premium grade. I wouldn't even let myself think of Sam as my wife, but my mind was firmly locked on the image of her delicious body spread wide on a bed, with some stranger pounding his hard cock into her over and over as she screamed out in ecstasy, and, let me tell you, folks, it just excited_the_HELL out of me. Must have used up half the box.

The next day just dragged on. I could hardly keep still. I could hardly keep soft. Then dinner with my class mates, more being 'open and honest' and more 'really communicating'. Big deal. It was probably great, but I was greatly distracted, big time. 

6:30 came, and I ran to the room. Sam was waiting, in bed, wearing just one of my ties like Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman". "Come here, big boy. Tell me all about this hooker fantasy of yours." 

It looked like she had the same frame of mind I did. I wasted no time getting into bed. We banged into each other, grunting like animals. I wasn't being fair, though. I knew her too well, and I knew how to bring her to the edge of organism, hold her there, but not offer that last instant of release. Finally she asked what got into me. 

"Here's the deal, Sam. I'm going to see if Bill, this guy I met, is around. I'll have a drink with him in the lounge. You come in, and I'll introduce you as this woman I met from Ohio, and after a while, I'll leave. He thinks you sometimes get off on vacation by picking up someone.Oh, and he thinks you are very uninhibited, too. I really built you up. You, Little Ms Hooker, will then be on your own. Let's see just how much the open market will pay for your twitching, bewitching body." 

"Don, I know you're making this up. You're making all of this up as you go along. I thought the sex we just had would have settled you down. If you're joking, you lose the bet. That's 300 bucks, pal. Wanna call it off, now? Okay, buddy, I'll play your little game, I'll give you a half hour head start before I come down. I want to shower and change clothes, anyway. Oh, and, hundreds are ok, but I prefer twenties." 

I placed a room to room call. "Bill, it's Don. Glad I caught you in. If you are up to it, I think I owe you a drink. Want to meet me downstairs in a couple of minutes? Great, see you there!" 

Sam, listening, was laughing. "I think you were just talking to a dial tone, cowboy! Com'on, 'fess up!" 

"See you soon, baby, and for the next couple of hours I won't be thinking of you as my wife, but as what we managers call a 'performing asset', . . oh, with emphasis on the 'ass' part!" 

I saw Bill at the bar, signaled for a martini, and a refill for him, and we started talking about the differences in the seminars we were attending. Bill seemed a little distracted, though. 

"Hey Bill, I'm here, among other things, to learn to be 'a perceptive, good listener'. So, what's bothering you?" 

"Ah, the usual. Lackanooky. No cure in sight, either." 

"Well, you'll be home soon." 

And that, boys and girls, is what we professional salespeople call a put-away close. A slam-dunk.

"Not soon enough. I can't even roll over at night, my cock's been like a damn kick stand lately." 

A few minutes later Bill excused himself - "Need to find the head". 

I watched him leave, and saw Sam standing at the doorway. She waited for him to pass, then walked over to me. She looked great: a dark, fairly long, full skirt that outlined her legs as she walked, short sleeved cotton blouse. Fairly high heels.

And, yes, she did still turn heads, not that she noticed. 

She'd have turned a lot more if anyone had any idea of what we had been talking about and planning. 

"Is that the guy you were telling me about - and think fast, Don, because if it is, why did he just leave?" 

"Yes, he's the one. He's gone to the men's room, but he'll be back in a couple of minutes. God, you look great. How much for a night's fun, baby? What's the going rate?" 

"Well, sailor, for you, $2, and then $298 because you'd lose the bet, too." 

"What do you think of old Bill?" 

"'Old Bill' looks ok, but I still don't believe you are going to introduce me as anyone but your wife." 

"We'll see." 

Sam got a drink, and Bill walked back. 

"Hi there", he said. I looked at my wife, and - damn it, I couldn't resist - said "Bill, I'd like you to meet Samantha. She's the woman I told you about." 

I saw Sam blush, then smile, and start to shake Bill's hand. Instead, he leaned forward, and kissed her cheek. "It's great to meet you. Don told me you were lovely, but that's an understatement." 

"Hey, just what she wants to hear," I thought. 

He continued: "I hope I'm not too late." 

"Too late? What do you mean?" 

"Well, you were talking to Don. . ." 

"Yes, that's true", Sam said, sudden understanding on her face. "So, Don, were you going to ask me for a date tonight?" 

God, she's fast: I didn't even think of what Bill was inferring. I blame the testosterone overdose.

I took a quick sip of my drink. Then I continued down what I knew to be a bad, dangerous, treacherous and irresistably exotic path.

And just as fast as I could, too. 

"Uh, I can't tonight, Sam. I gotta get to my room, I have to wait for an important message tonight. But I'll bet Bill here would like to talk with you for a while." 

Let's see her worm her way out of that. The 'bet' word I used was very deliberate. 

Sam looked at me for a couple of heart beats. There was something in her expression: anger (I deserved it!); a challenge to me, or maybe to herself; an I'll show you attitude?; an 'are you really daring me to pick up this guy' expression? 

And then, finally what I'd hoped for/against, and feared - "Why, I'd love to spend some quality time with Bill, Don." 

I couldn't quite get the deep breath I needed. I'd just set my wife up as a whore! 

Hey, it was a first for me, ok? Kind of a momentous occasion, you might say.

What I said was, "Well, it's time for me to leave. Goodnight children. I hope I see you again tomorrow." 

I saw Sam's eyes flash - she really didn't really expect me to leave her with this guy. 

I heard a couple of "Goodnights", and left. 

From outside the lounge I stopped, and stood in the hotel hall where I could see into the lounge. I also stopped because my knees were weak, I was shaking, and I was having trouble walking. Bill had his arm around Sam's shoulder, and the barman was getting them a couple more drinks. Their heads were together, and from time to time I could see one or the other laugh.

I really hadn't planned on her enjoying him quite that much.

At one point she looked toward the door, noticing me, while Bill was dealing with the bartender. She stuck her tongue out at me! 

I went to our room, and found a note on the bed. "I hope you were just kidding about setting me up. If you are reading this, you better either rescue me, or expect me to return with someone else's protein where you like to put yours. Love, S" 

"Oh oh." Suddenly this wasn't funny anymore. Suddenly I had some serious doubts about this whole scheme.

But I also had this giant throbbing erection, too. 

Was I one of those guys who got off thinking about his wife fucking someone else? Was I THAT pitiful? Well, my cock was sure reporting that I was! 

What was I going to do? Well, since I'd already unzipped my fly, and was grabbing at an already well masterbated and fucked 'Little Don', apparently I was going to jerk off thinking about it, but then  - the idea came - 

he leaves his patio door open.

Would I dare? 

I was wearing dark pants and a white shirt. 

The shirt came off, a dark turtle neck on. 

Shoes off, dark sneakers on. 

A black golf hat. Grab the cam corder. Put a bandaid over the "Recording" LED. 

I was ready - 

IF I dared. 

Down the stairwell. A quick glance in the lounge. They were still at the bar. Good.

Out the door, around to the beach side, to Bill's patio path and onto the patio. I sat down, so I was shielded from being outlined against the moonless night sky by the bushes behind me. 

Bill left his bathroom light on, I could see in through the first set of curtains. Good, he left the drapes partly open. "God, don't let him look out here, or come out here with Sam. . ." 

I set the cam corder on manual focus, since I wanted sharp images inside, and not just of the curtain. 

Second thoughts, now, thinking about compounding one very stupid idea with another, then thinking about retreating. That was the only sane thing to do. How would I ever explain myselfif Sam just talked with Bill, and then went back to our room and found me gone? I started to stand up, when I heard a noise in the room, and another light came on. 

I squatted again. 

Scared? Yeah.

Weak? Yeah.

Horny? OOOOOH, yeah!



How I Created a Monster Ch. 04



I saw Bill leading Sam into his room. 

Now I was good and trapped. This was becoming some very serious shit.

You need to know the room layout. The bed's headboard was to my right, there was a couple of feet between the foot of the bed and a dresser with a big mirror. That was to my left. There was a small table between the bed and the patio, to the right. The bathroom was off a hallway, between the bedroom itself and the room's door. 

"I'm glad I met you," he was saying, "it's a chance to try something I've always wanted, and with a beautiful woman, too." 

"I did promise you an 'entertaining' evening, Bill,", she said, moving close to him. One of her hands went to the back of his neck, drawing his face down so she could kiss him. The other took one of his hands, moved it towards her breast. 

Either she's really thought this through, or she has the best instincts in the world! 

I raised the camera to my eye and pressed record. I could do that with one hand. Good thing, 'cause I was busy stroking my erection with the other. I thought, almost out loud "Oh, this is going to be so good! Please, please let this battery hold out." 

"Well, would you like to talk a while, or. . ." 

"No, let's start. I think this is going to be fantastic!" 

"Uh-uh, business before pleasure. Let's get that out of the way, first, so we can just enjoy ourselves later." 

I watched thru the viewfinder. 

Zoomed in on his hand holding his wallet. 

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. There's another one here for you if you've very good." 

She'd boosted her price, the little tramp! I was so proud! In a sick, perverted kind of way, that is. 

I hoped the camera was picking up the audio over the sound of the ocean at my back. 

She took the money, put it in her purse. 

"Let's start by getting you comfortable," Sam said, unbuttoning Bill's shirt. 

Soon it was off. She pushed him to a sitting position on the foot of the bed, bent over, pulled his shoes and socks off. Then she pushed him onto his back and went for his belt. 

I could see, poking though his pants, his erection, something he intended to use on. . .but, no, I wasn't going to think of her as my wife for a couple of hours. 

"Not so fast", he said,"slow down." 

"Not fast at all. I'd like to start by giving you a massage. We have a lot of time, and I want it to be 'special' for you." 

He finished opening his slacks and slid them off. Now he was only in briefs, and now his erection was very obvious. Not bad. Seen bigger. Not on me, maybe, but I seen 'em.

"Sam, I think your outfit is hiding a sexy body, and I want to see it." 

She stood up, and I focused on her face, where I could see her "I'm going to like this" expression on her face. 

"Well, a little right now just to keep your 'interest' up." 

Her hand went to her hip - I want to believe it was shaking a bit - but she managed, after a couple of trys, to unhook the clasp on her skirt, and zip it down. I watched as she slowly guided it down over her hips. 

And she stepped out of it. Her blouse was cut something like a man's dress shirt, long in front and back, somewhat shorter on the sides. I could see that she was wearing skimpy bikini style high cut panties under the white blouse. They were a tan color, and if they were the ones I was thinking of, they were sheer enough so that her darker pubic hair would show thru. And her wonderful legs were exposed. Her heels - they were still on, completed a very sexy picture, a very sexy picture shot through the white haze of the curtains of another man's room. 

I could feel my own cock throbbing, ready to come. 

"That's a good start, Sam. Keep going." 

Where did she learn this stuff?

Very slowly she began unbuttoning her blouse. "I want you to know I don't do this very often" she said. 

I thought, "Yeah. And ain't THAT a cryin' shame!"

"I only know that Don said you were worth every penny." 

By now her blouse was fully open and hanging from her shoulders, bra visible. 

It was a strapless bra, she just unhooked it, and off it came, from under her blouse. The cleavage was exposed, there was a flash of breast:wonderful, and I could tell her nipples were erect, too. I could see them poking at the blouse's material. What a picture! 

I saw Bill reach into his shorts, and squeeze the head of his cock. He was ready to come already. I was sure Sam was enjoying displaying herself, and being admired. I've got to say that I liked seeing her there, dressed in panties and blouse, in front of this guy, too. Bill, he didn't have any complaints, either.

"Over on your belly now, Bill." 

He obeyed. 

Sam reached into her purse, brought out a plastic bottle of Jergen's Baby oil. Some went onto her hands, then her hands went to his back. She straddled him on the bed, and I saw her lean into the massage. She arranged his arms over his head, moved up on his body so she was kneeling astride his upper back, and she worked each arm, hard. 

Then she worked on his back. 

She moved further toward the foot of the bed, now sitting astride his knees, and worked his lower back. 

Now Sam was kneeling so that his feet were under her hips, and she worked his upper thighs. 

She paused for a minute. Then she sat upright, he blouse now fully open. I could see her breasts, but Bill still was facing the wrong way. Too bad, it was a helluva show.

"Bill, lift up a bit." 

He did, and she leaned forward, running her hands from his outer thighs, up over his hips, to his waist. I saw her grasp the material of his shorts, and begin moving her hands downward, again. 

The material slid easily over his buttocks, exposing his ass. It hung up, I guess his cock was pointing forward. 

Mine sure was.

He reached between his legs, releasing the shorts. 

Sam pulled them down, slid off the bed, pulled them off his feet, and then got back on, her knees beside his, straddling him again. 

I watched as she let her fingers lightly trace down over his ass, as he wiggled with excitement. 

Then they were on his buttocks, kneeding, spreading them. 

I saw her lean forward, towards his ass. 

Saw her tongue extend, touch him. She started tounging his ass.

I saw him quiver with excitement. 

"Slow down, I'm going to come!" 

She sat back. "Yeah", she purred, "I *thought* you'd like that." 

I saw her pour some oil into the small off his back, and begin working that puddle down, toward his ass and balls. 

By now Bill was twitching, and his hips and pelvis were thrusting as though he was fucking the bed. The head of his cock had to be getting sore from all of the squeezing he was giving it.

Mine sure was. 

By now my own shorts were wet with cum, but I couldn't stop looking. I watched as Sam lifted one of her legs, and moved Bill's to the outside ofher knee. She did the same thing on the other side. Now he was laying on his belly, with this wonderful woman between his legs, at about knee level. 

Some oil on her hands and her breasts, then I watched her lean forward again, I saw her breasts caressing his back, then his ass as she nibbled along his spine. 

I thought "That looks good!" 

"Oh, that feels good," he said. 

"Mmmmm. It sure does" came from Sam. 

A few minutes later: "Sam, I can't take much more of this." 

"No? Poor baby. Well, maybe it's time for this, then?"



How I Created a Monster Ch. 05



She slid down a bit, and put a hand on each ass cheek, seemed to be spreading them, then relaxing, then spreading again. . Her left hand released one cheek, moved between his legs, and began stroking, I think, his cock. The right one seemed to be fingering his anus. Then I was sure of that, both because her hand changed position and I could see an extended finger moving up and down, and Bill's reaction. He muttered something about getting fucked in the ass. 

Only a minute went by before he got on his knees, then rolled over, cock bobbling in the air. 

Sam, seeing what he was doing, slithered off and stood at the foot of the bed, her blouse covering her breasts again, as Bill sat up. She was standing pretty much between his knees, now, stroking his thighs. 

He reached up to the collar of her blouse, began spreading it. 

Sam's hands went behind her to the front edge of the dresser, and she held it. I could see she was almost shaking. Fright? Lust? Both? I wasn't sure. But my side view of this nude man sitting, reaching to my wife's blouse, to open it and expose her, was an absolute new high in erotic sights. My pulse was pounding in my neck. . . and other places.

Then, the blouse opened, and first one breast, then the other, was exposed. Nipples erect, I could almost taste 'em. Her face was blushing. Her own hips, I could see, were making those small motions, the way I knew they did when she was very excited. She was posing for him. 

"What nice tits you have, Sam. I keep forgetting to appreciate them," I thought. 

"What perfect tits!", Bill said. 

"Turn around. Face the mirror." 

She did. 

Bill, again grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed. 

Then sitting, he put his hands on her hips, under the blouse, hooked his fingers, and pulled my wife's panties down, over her hips, past her knees, to the floor. Her blouse was long enough to still cover her ass, which was pretty much right in front of Bill's face. 

This was making a wonderful video! I really couldn't wait to get home and watch it.

"Okay, now step out of them." 

She did. 

He stood behind her, I saw his cock poking at her back. 

He bent his knees a little, then stood upright again, and his cock picked up the back of the blouse. It had to be sandwiched between her ass cheeks. Wonderful!! 

His hands reached around her, under her arms, since she was once again holding onto the edge of the dresser, watching them both in the 

mirror. 

They cupped her breasts. They were both looking in the mirror as this guy played with my wife's tits! Oh, yeah! I knew how they felt and how she loved to have them rubbed and caressed.

"I love looking at your body. It's beautiful. (Just what she needed to hear.) And I can't wait to use it!" 

Sam's back arched, breasts pushing forward, into his hands, and her ass, backwards, towards his cock. And my own cock was throbbing, too. 

He left one breast go, and that hand, again, squeezed his cock, hard. 

"He's never gonna last long enough to get it into her" I thought and hoped and hoped against. 

"Sam?" 

"Mmmm?" 

"Sam, can I look at your, uh. . ." 

She looked at him in the mirror, saw that he was looking at her crotch, and said "Well, Bill, I don't see why not. It's already paid for." 

She turned to face him. 

He put his hands on her waist, sort of lifted her, until she was sitting on the dresser. 

He sat in front of her, on the edge of the bed. 

She had her knees together, was sitting upright. 

"Please lean back a bit." 

She did, resting on her elbows, head back. 

He put a hand on each knee, slowly moved them apart. 

Now I had a side view, but Bill had the best seat in the house. 

I watched his hand move up her leg, until it reached her crotch. I saw a familiar motion. He was finger fucking my wife! 

"Ooooh, that's nice" she said. 

Sam was doing a lot of twitching now, too. 

A moment later she was off the dresser, and turned her back to him, again. 

His hand reached around her hip, slid over her pubic mound to her thigh. The other went to her other thigh. And he pulled at her legs. She acccomodated him, so that she was standing with her feet a couple of feet apart. 

Then one hand returned to her breast, the other came up, it looked like it was tracing up the inside of her thigh, until I saw the expression on her face as she looked over her shoulder at him. 

"Oh" was all she said, I had zoomed in on her face, then let the camera's view fall, and I could see his wrist moving up and down. He confirmed my suspicion when he said "You sure feel like you're ready to fuck right now". 

I knew that was true. If I played and teased Sam her vagina would be all 

wet and dilated by the time my cock got to it. It's wonderful. And this 

stranger was finding that out, too. Of course, two hours ago my own cock was spreading that cunt, and, I realised now, getting it ready for his. 

I zoomed back to a full body view. 

The hand that was working her breast stopped. 

It went to her back, just below her neck. 

The other flattened against her pubic mound. 

He pushed with the upper, pulled with the lower, while her hands slid apart along the dresser edge until her head was almost touching it. Her head was up, looking at him, and at herself, in the mirror. She was in the classic "getting-myself-fucked-from-behind" position. 

The hand he had on her back grabbed the shirt tail end of her blouse, 

which was draped on his cock, and pulled it up, onto her back. She was bent over, ass exposed now, with a throbbing cock pretty much in her ass's crack. 

The same hand that moved the blouse grabbed his cock. I thought he was about to squeeze its head again, but no! He moved closer, with his 

hand on its shaft. He was probing! I didn't know if I could watch, I had 

sudden misgivings as he guided his cock where only mine had been for a lot of years.

Yeah, I know, a little late now.

He moved his cock lower, and his hand in front seemed to lift my wife's ass higher - unless she did that on her own to make it easier for him, would she do that? 

The answer was "yes". She would and did.

She was still wearing her heels, but I saw her tip her ass back and up, 

'presenting' her pussy for this stranger's cock. 

He moved the head of his cock around, and I watched as she put her 

forehead on the dresser to support herself, and reach to spread herself, 

until he moved in in one long stroke, and my wife's face took on a 

surprised, shocked, excited expression. 

Well, there it was! 

No doubt about it.He was fucking my wife and she was loving it! The sad thing is that I was even more excited than when I fucked her!

Now he moved his hands to her hips, and was driving her back onto his 

cock, making her meet his thrusts. I saw inches of oily, wet cock exposed, then buried in her, again and again and heard her urging him on. Begging for more cock and harder fucking! I never knew she had such a dirty mouth. Hmmm. 

My free hand was stroking my own cock in time with him. We were both having a great time.

But he fucked her for only a few minutes before he stopped. 

"Now?" he asked. 

"I kind of hoped you forgot." 

What was going on? 

"No, and it's something I always wanted to try." 

"OK." 

She stood up, faced him, all flushed and breathing hard. 

Took the bottle of oil, got some on her hands. 

They weren't quite body to body, his cock was beside her hip, and she was 

rubbing it with oil, while kissing him. 

Why the oil? I mean, they were both already soaking with her juices. 

In a moment, she turned back, and I could see he had his fingers back in her cunt, while the kiss continued over her shoulder. 

Then when she turned too far, he was kissing or biting her neck. Great! Hickeys, even. That'll cost me later.

And then she bent away from him. 

He took the oil, poured some on her back. 

Began rubbing it on her asshole. Then his fingers were in it! 

OH! MY! GOD! He was going to fuck her up the goddamn ass!!!!!! She HATES that! 

I knew when this was over, I was a dead man.



How I Created a Monster Ch. 06



Conclusion

I couldn't believe it! 

I had set my own wife up to get ass-fucked.

RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!

Dear God, take me now. . . . no, wait a little. I want to watch this first

"Umph. Go easy" she said, as the head of his cock began pressing against her anus. 

Then, with a push, he started in! I nearly nutted right then and there! 

I could hear Sam gasping and saw her biting her lower lip.

In and out, back and forth, over and over. All I had was my hand but I was making damn good use of it!

"Oh, it's so tight - like a ring around my cock!" 

In just a few more strokes his timing changed - I knew he was shooting his cum into my wife's ass! 

He was grunting, and Sam was making little shuddering "oh" noises with each stroke. When she turned her face towards me I hardly recognised this sultry, sweaty, sexy woman as my everyday wife. Damn, she looked hot!

But "Good ol' Bill" was a real stud. He kept that hard-on and kept it planted balls deep in my wife's upturned ass. I imagined his nuts pressing against her buttcheeks as his hands slid back up to pinch and rub Sam's nipples.

That's when she began those low, soft moans.

And I saw *her* hips begin rocking back and forth, moving her asshole back and forth on Bill's cock.

It didn't take much of that before Bill was back to giving her those long, fast strokes again.

By now, my own hand was just a blur.

I saw her move her hand between her legs, probably giving herself more pleasure. He accidently pulled out once, taking too big a stroke, in his excitement. I saw a spurt of cum as he rammed forward again, missing, then finding his target. Ow, that had to hurt. Both of his hands were on her hips as he pushed it back in! I loved it! 

He stroked, she wiped some cum off her hand onto her blouse. In a few moments he pulled out, sat down. There was cum dripping from his cock, and I think from Sam's ass. She wiped herself with the tail of the blouse, turned to face him. As luck would have it, she turned away from the window. I zoomed the lens, dropping my sight to her ass. I could see white drippings, which she still was unconsciously wiping with her blouse's tail. 

"Well, you feeling more 'relaxed', now, Bill?" 

"Oh god yes. I needed that." Some minutes passed, with him sitting, puffing on the bed. Sam, facing him, was leaning back against the dresser, legs apart, pelvis tipped upward so her vagina was open to him, blouse draped from her shoulders, covering nothing, just drawing attention to her panting breasts. I was thinking,"Fuck her again, you idiot! Can't you see she wants it?" Then I remembered she was my wife. Oh, well. Someone ought to fuck her. I'm not likely to get the chance again anytime soon.

"Hand me my wallet." 

It was on the dresser. Sam handed it to him. 

"Here's a $100 tip for a great night. Don was right. I'm gonna remember this for a long time, but now I've got to get some sleep." 

Sam looked a little shocked because she was being dismissed like that. After we fuck, we cuddle in each other's arms. But she understood, this was sex, not love. 

Nothing personal, just business.

"Thanks, Bill. I had a good time." 

She began buttoning the blouse, and reaching for her skirt. 

I made my way down Bill's beach path, to the lobby, and up to the room. The camcorder got quickly put away, I stripped, turned on the tv, got into bed. 

A few minutes later the room door opened, and in came my wife, looking flushed, excited, and worried. 

"I thought you'd be asleep." 

"Not a chance. Tell me all about it." 

"Just a minute." 

She retreated to the bath room for a couple of minutes. I heard the shower run a bit. 

When she came out I found myself very excited to be looking at this woman who had just been fucked. 

"Well, wise guy, you won your bet, and I made $800. Here's half." 

"Tell me". 

"Well, we talked in the bar for a while. I made up some story about liking to pick up handsome strangers for excitement when I travel. He asked me if I was free tonight. 'Not free, but available', I told him. He said that's what he meant. 

"Anyhow, honey, we went to his room. He was so horny he had to keep squeezing his penis so he wouldn't come too soon." 

"That means you really excited him. See, you're still a 10". 

"Yeah, yeah. Anyhow, I took off my skirt, so I was just wearing my blouse and panties." 

"And then?" 

"Well, I got him undressed to his shorts, and began giving him a baby lotion back rub. He kept squeezing himself. Finally he turned over, and his penis came out of his shorts. I was sitting right beside him, and hebegan squirting all over my blouse. Look!" 

She showed me the stains, they were consistent with her story, but I knew it was a lie, or at least, not the complete truth. 

Still, I couldn't bring myself to tell her I was a Peeping Tom, and had her getting ass-fucked on tape. 

"And that's all that happened?" 

"Yeah, pretty much." 

"You sure?" 

"Yeah, of course." 

"Damn, I wish I could have seen that." 

"Really? And just why is that? You're not one of those weird guys who wants to watch his wife get it on with another guy, are you?" 

"No! I mean, maybe. Aw hell, I don't know what I mean. Come to bed. I want some of what you were offering him. And then you can tell me all about it again." 

Anyhow, there I was. I knew her story wasn't true, and I had just lost the opportunity to tell her I knew what really happened. 

Turns out that was another big screwup on my part. Just one of many, I guess.

But it may get worse. 

Next month I'm going to a major convention in my industry. Sam would like to go - it's in Atlanta, a city we both like. But the problem is this. 

Sometimes late at night, I go down and watch the video I made. I copied it onto the final hour of movie I taped - there's a half hour of blank tape between the end of the movie and my "Sam does Hilton Head" video, soit's safe, and it makes me very horny. 

Hell, I can get a hardon just from looking at the box. 

We came home from a party two nights ago, Sam had to drive, I'd had too many cocktails, way over my limit. 

But it didn't affect my sex drive, just my judgement. 

We went to bed, both too horny to sleep. The bad news is I was feeling sexy, on the verge of perverted, I thinking about Hilton Head, and, as it turns out, so was Sam. 

"Remember how you said you'd have liked to have been there with me on Hilton Head," Sam said, playing her fingers on my crotch.

"Yeah, it's turned into a real turn on for me, I'm ashamed to say." 

"Well, what would you want to do if you were there? Just sit and watch?" 

It was the drink talking. I was sure.

"No, I'd want to be part of it next time." 

"You mean, a threesome - two girls and you?" 

"No, I mean a threesome - two guys and you." 

"Oooh. Interesting." 

Sam moved down in the bed, I could feel her hot breath on my belly. 

"Just exactly what did you have in mind? You know I'm not sure I could satisfy two men at the same time." 

You'll notice she didn't say 'I don't want to', just 'I'm not sure I could'. 

"For the sake of argument, honey, let's suppose I was willing. Tell me, what is thy fantasy, oh master?" 

I couldn't keep my mouth shut. Sometimes I don't talk when I should, other times, like now, I talk when I shouldn't. 

"Well, it has a couple of parts." 

I pushed her off me, onto her back. Moved along side her. Kissed her, while my hand found its way to her cunt. 

"I'd like to kiss you, like this, and have you kiss me, like you are doing, and I'd like the other guy to have his cock poised right at the lips of your vagina, like my fingers are, now, and I'd like him to slowly start going into you, like my fingers are now, while I'm kissing you, because I want to know if I could tell, from kissing you, just when someone else's cock is going in for the first time." 

Sam began heaving against my fingers, I felt her dilate, get wetter, and she came - in seconds. Not a record, but damned near.

"Oh, you are an evil man" she said later, after we both calmed down. I agreed.

I felt her fingers, and her breath, again, working on my body. 

"What are the other parts, you wonderful pervert?" 

I rolled her on her back, and half sat up in bed. I pulled the covers off both of us. "Get on your back. That's good, now sit with your head against my belly. 

"Good. Now spread your legs a little, knees up a bit. 

"That looks just like I imagined it. 

"I'd like to sit here like this, with you, like this, while the other guy moves up between your legs. I'd like you to open them a little wider, just like - that -, and rotate your pelvis up, just like you are doing now, and we'd both watch while his cock sinks into your cunt." Sam started quivering, rolled me onto her. "Fuck me, you bastard!" 

I did. She came, again. Me too.

Afterwards: "You have an exquisitely dirty mind, sir. I really admire that in my men." 

A little later still.. . 

"What else lurks in that twisted mind of yours?" she asked. 

I thought I was physically spent, but the booze and the boner once again responded. 

Not bright, but reliable.

"Nothing too exciting. I think the classic threesome has one guy - that would be me - on my back, like this." 

"Yeah?" 

"You'd be kneeling at the foot of the bed, sort of - yes, just like that." 

Yeah?" 

"And sucking me off, while the other guy does you doggy style." 

She sucked me, but not for long, before I moved behind her. I reached around, and she sucked my fingers while I fucked her from behind. 

It didn't take long before we both exploded again that night. 

Later she asked "Anything else?" 

"No". 

"What about, you know. . .?" 

"What?" 

"Well, one cock in my cunt, and the other in my, uh. ." 

"Ass?" 

"Yes. You know, sometimes when we're screwing, you get get a finger in there, too, and you said you can feel your cock. I thought maybe. . . ,well, . . . maybe you might like to feel someone else's. . .?" 

Yep, that was definitely provoctative enough for us to have sex again. 

Twice more, in fact.

I was dead, wasted.

I went to work early the next day, that was yesterday, before Sam was out of the shower. I was a bit hung over, and upset all day, over what happened the night before. I thought I might have gone too far.

Last night we met for dinner at a favorite restaurant. 

"Sam, if I was out of line with all that stuff last night. I'm sorry." 

You can never go wrong with I'm sorry.

"Don't be. It was really exciting for me." 

"Well, it was just the drinks talking." 

"Honey, sometimes we all get these weird urges. That's ok. In fact, I have one, too" 

"Oh, really? Well, you have two choices. You can tell me now, or show me later." 

"I'm not ready to show you yet and I may not even have the nerve to tell you. Oh, what the hell. Since you were so understanding about how upset I was about my birthday, and you let me - well, you know - I want to do something extra-special for you." 

"Sam, you don't have to do ANYthing." 

"I want to. I want to go to your convention."

"And. . . . " 

"And. . . . . I want to find a guy there who will let me act out all of our fantasies for us. There, I said it. Now you don't say another word. Just think about my offer for a while, ok?" 

"Sam, I. . ." 

"Not another word for a while. I mean it. I think it's a real turn on. I've been thinking about it. A lot." 

That was yesterday. The convention's next month, 

So what the hell do I do now? I mean I really don't want it to happen. At least I don't think so. But how do I head it off?

Tell her I know what happened at Hilton Head? 

Tell her I made up the story about the threesome? 

I really don't want the threesome to happen, but if she's there, and we get excited, it could happen anyway. My dick sometimes acts on its own!

What the hell should I do?