42 comments/ 32567 views/ 14 favorites Journey to Hell Ch. 01 By: Redhood She had always hated hospitals. The last time there was an old uncle who had died did not even know. She was only ten years old, but that smell pungent and slightly sweet was left in the nostrils for weeks, as well as had remained in his ears the words and the tears of relatives, close the pain of loss. But now everything was different. She was 26 years old, was a grown woman and married her. Yet she felt the same feeling of disorientation and fear she had felt all those years ago. Squeezed in a red dress that made them more prosperous breasts and legs left uncovered so dangerously close to the groin, precariously balanced on the heels of those shoes black Prada who had made crazy the first time she had them put the eyes on them, she kept her eyes on the bed on the other side of the glass, without even noticing glances naughty nurses and doctors on duty on the throwing. Her whole world was on the other side of that glass, attached to a respirator and other machines that kept him anchored to life. Rick was motionless, his face disfigured, and she could feel the pain even in a state of coma in which he found himself. But it was another terrible pain she perceived: the awareness that this was all her fault. 1. Rick and Tamara had met at a party. One of those summer organized on the beach, simple and exciting at the same time. Music, beer, and the sea breeze. She had just broken up with longtime boyfriend in college, he was there with a girl known to work, and of which he had forgotten the name just arrived at the beach. He had always had a thing for blondes: when he saw Tamara dancing on the beach with her face so innocent and full lips with a thin layer of makeup, he felt the ground beneath his feet fail him. He did not know how he did even find the courage to approach her, usually so shy as to verge on social anxiety. But that night the gods must have looked benevolently from heaven, that Rick was able to walk from her, looking at her as if he had another reason for which to live, and ask if he could offer her something to drink. "But here the beer is free!", she had replied, with a smile so bright to light the entire coast, in a mocking way, but not bad. He was heard to sink, he began to stammer something unintelligible, and she had melted seeing him so helpless and cute trying to find the right words to get out of the impasse. The men who had known her, including ex-boyfriend, had been mostly arrogant and full of themselves, and she could not take any more of that kind. They spent the whole evening talking. And also the next two. Then came the first kiss. They were married exactly ten months later, with parents and friends are convinced that they were doing a complete madness. Yet, almost two years later, they were more in love than ever. Immediately after the marriage had rented a small apartment with a large window that looked out on the beach of their first meeting. He had a promotion that allowed them to live without too many worries about money, because in early Tamara threw herself headlong into the studio to finish her studies. But in the end, she obtained the highest marks and was called for six-month internship at one of the major law firms in the city. Her task was only to legal assistant, but she had the opportunity to follow and learn from some of the best criminal lawyers of the State. Only one thing seemed to overshadow their happiness, better, happiness of Tam: their sex life. Sex with Rick was nice and pleasant, and the love she felt was so intense that she would spend the whole day in bed with him. But she could not quite get to orgasm. She felt like it, but he could not come. She pretended most of the time , then she did a small shower and masturbated to cum, burying her mouth in one hand to prevent Rick hearing her pleasure. She hated herself for the fact that so blatantly lying to the love of his life. But she did not want him to feel a failure, she did not want such a small thing could make him feel less loved or less wanted from her. Tamara hoped that with the passage of time things would get better, but the months went by and things were always the same. And she always felt a bit more painful deep frustration, a sense of emptiness that was growing larger in his soul. She hated herself for it. Rick had a normal cock, not small or huge, he could have satisfactory erections, and over time, although at the beginning it was obvious his lack of experience with women, had become more skilled and more engaging. She was the problem. She got very wet, but she was never able to get excited until the end. She missed what she had always found so objectionable in men: the feeling of being used as a sex object , to be able to excite the man not for the love he felt for her, but simply for her body, her tits, her vagina. Rick was too sweet, too protective, treated her like a queen, and she loved him deeply for that. For this she felt dissociated: her heart and her head were happy and satisfied, her body was constantly dissatisfied, constantly waiting for a change. When it finally arrived, the inexorable descent into hell began . 2. The incident was not particularly traumatic. An incident banal and common, one would have said. A car did not respect the stop, and went straight on to Rick, breaking through the right door of his car. So scared, but no physical consequence for the two drivers. The woman behind the wheel of the station wagon which had caused the collision continued to apologize for two whole days, the insurance paid in a reasonable time after all and were thus able to fix the car without further hitches. But things have not returned to their place as everyone had hoped. Rick began having panic attacks. Before very little, especially when he was driving, then bigger and bigger and disabling, almost to force him home. Thus he began a psychotherapy, and in a few weeks he could take back his life. Or rather, a part of it. Because he could no longer have any erection. According to doctors there were no physical causes, the problem was essentially psychological: he could no longer let go, too frightened by his own physical sensations. Tamara, as optimistic as she was, decided not to worry too much: she knew Rick and she knew that he would be able to fix things, as he always did. It was her guide, her rock, he could not fall, ever. An autumn afternoon, Rick came home from his weekly session. He looked at Tam, and then said: "Honey, we need to talk." Tamara felt the growing anxiety in the pit of the stomach, suddenly frightened. She followed him into the living room, where they sat on the couch , remaining silent for a few seconds. Then Rick looked up, and took her hands, holding them tight in hers. "What's up, Rick?" "Tam, today Dr. Steven and I have talked again of my ... er .. problem ..." "I know that we 're working with commitment, love, you must not be in a hurry, you know!" "It's two months now!" "The head and body are often two planets away, you know!", Tamara said with force, knowing what this meant for her. Rick did not answer right away, just looked at her . Then, turning away, he said: "According to Dr. Steven, I have to learn again to live my physical sensations, and my emotions without trying to control them. And to do this, I need to explore my fantasies, to dive into them, to use his words." "W. . What that means?" "It means ... I need your help Tam. I need you to help me live out my sexual fantasies without judgment, without limits." He paused a moment, the fatigue in his voice. Then he resumed: "I'm so sorry honey. I know I'm asking a lot, maybe too much. You are free to refuse, I'd understand. I feel so stupid, so wrong!" Tamara ran to him, hugging him tightly. "Do not say that! It is not true! You .. you, you're the love of my life! Do you understand? And I'll help you, always! I'm not afraid of anything if you're with me!" "Are you sure you want to hear the rest?" In response, Tamara gave him a gentle kiss on his lips, though she felt the fear grow inside. "Me and Dr. Steven talked about my sexual fantasies in recent meetings. They were things that I did not think even more that I did not believe they were still there in my head. Things that I am deeply ashamed..." She looked at him, just listening to his words, hearing his voice trembling with embarrassment. "The doctor has called these as cuckolding fantasies ... fantasies of watching your girl with another man..." Tamara looked at him, shocked by what she had just heard, unable to say anything that made sense. He felt the discomfort and surprise in his wife, and he continued, his voice broken by tears: "Yes, you married a man disgusting. A man so useless and little to get excited thinking about his wife fuck with another man!" Then he started to get up from the couch, but she hugged him even stronger in his arms and began to kiss him on the face, lips, feeling her tears solcargli cheeks, trembling with rage and shame. They stayed so long. Eventually, when she heard that Rick had calmed down, she spoke: "What do you want me to do?" He looked at her with tired and swollen eyes, almost bewildered by the love that she felt even after hearing such a confession. "Honey, you do not have to do anything, okay? I did not want even talk about it, I was persuaded by the psychologist from overwork! The problem is mine, and I know I can face it alone!" She looked at him still, as if he had not even heard. She was his wife, his love and would have helped without even doubting for a moment this thing. "What should I do?", she asked again. Rick felt his mouth dry. He tried to moisten his lips, but he could not. "W... we should not do anything that we can not handle both. W...we have to put sum rules, sum stakes. Our relationship is the most important thing in my life, and we must protect it!" "What rules?" "S. . .Should be a known person, but a friend of course. Someone you trust, who can ... do this thing without suspicion. I do not want anyone to know what you're doing for me. Prefer someone that think you want to have fun behind me, rather you are forced to do this for my sick imagination!" "Alright, but stop saying that! You 're not sick!", Tamara was discovered herself almost screaming. "And then ... we'll start with something simple, right? Maybe just a little petting , but nothing too exciting, like oral sex ... or else.", He emphasized the word another in a voice choked with emotion. There was a heavy silence in the room. "What do you say?" "I say that I love you, Rick. And I will do everything you need for you, because you're the most important person in my life." He felt his heart tighten in his chest and his cock moving in his pants. He hated himself for it. "We'll have to find the right person." "I think I know him already", said Tamara. 3. Dan did not believe in luck. The people are the only ones responsible for their fate. He had always been a practical man, maybe that's why he had never married. He was a lawyer for nearly thirty years , and was one of the best in its field. It was not a handsome man, at least not according to the standards of male beauty: chubby, with glasses, but still had all his hair, now graying, and facial features were delicate. When he was young he had a lot of women, but none had been with him for more than a couple of months. For one thing, that one of his ex had brilliantly summarize in a few words: it was a misogynist asshole. It was not capable of loving women. Used them to his sexual fantasies, to his desire that seemed inexhaustible. And even today, even though he had long passed the age of fifty, and the body could not follow more faithfully as a time, constantly felt the urge to fuck beautiful women. Young. Better if married, because from his point of view were the best. But it is not Richard Gere, and with a reputation so heavy on his behalf, in the last three years, no woman had gone out with him. He was only job opportunities, and now there had become scorched earth around. So just prostitutes quality. Satisfactory yes, but nothing exceptional. They were used to being use, there was no taste. He liked to subjugate women who had been accustomed to love, to discover the hidden side and dirty, enjoying their surprise and their fear of having to understand the shadows so dark soul. When Tamara was coming to work for them had tried almost immediately. A young blonde wife with big hazel eyes, busty, face soap and water: there was something better among the creatures of God? He began to flirt with her, making jokes, sometimes quite naughty, and then began to bombard her invitations to lunch, to dinner, to the party. But it seemed that there was nothing to do. She had always been adamant. Dear, smiling, but adamant. He knew when it was just a no no, or there was something else underneath. And those were just no. So, when the week before, that smiling little face had looked at the nth invitation to lunch, telling him, "but yes, why not?", for the first time in his life Dan thought that the good fortune, somehow, there was. They had come out two more times, always at lunch. She was even more beautiful now that he had taken the time to look at it closely. Her lips were meaty without being vulgar, and those big eyes, although not blue, gave her a look sweet and innocent as if they were now no more. It was found that, in addition to being beautiful, she was also smart and funny. Tamara hated Dan; she had immediately recognized the male type to which he belonged: alpha male. But she knew he did not want any connection, which was not married and that was unrestrained by a court when he started working in his office. In short, he was perfect. In the first meetings she had tried to appear calm and relaxed, a nice girl to talk to. But this time she knew that everything would be different. They repeated the plan a dozen times, she and Rick. They had wondered if it was the right thing, if they were safe. If she was secure. Was she? No, not at all. But she wanted to help her husband more than anything in the world. And, even if she does not want to admit it to herself, in addition to anxiety, at that moment she felt an inexplicable sense of excitement between her legs. Rick wanted to see what would happen. A part of him wanted to try to console himself that he did it to have everything under control, if anything Tamara had been in danger. But the truth was different: he just wanted to watch, because that was the thing that would have excited him more. The previous week had rented a small studio in which Rick had placed 3 wifi webcam that would have been connected to his laptop. Then they had decorated it with a few simple furniture, a table, a small fridge, a sofa bed: everything had to be understood to Dan that this was a small shelter that Tamara kept for herself when she wanted to get away from everything and everyone. When they entered the room, Rick felt his heart stop for a moment, and then suddenly accelerate . "So this is your refuge from the boring married life, baby?", he growled with that guttural voice that she hated so much already. "Yes, a kind! In short, sometimes a girl needs her space, do not you think?", she replied, her voice more flirtatious than she had wanted. He looked at her with a wry smile, then walked, and without giving her time to say anything, he kissed her on the mouth. She was overwhelmed at first, shocked at the temerity of the man, and for a moment she did nothing, letting his tongue entered in the mouth, hot and humid. Rick stopped breathing for a moment: - No, no , it is not what we had decided! - She pushed him away. "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?", she shouted, trying to sound convincing. "You do what the fuck are you doing, baby doll! But how, go out to lunch with me, bring me here telling me that you want me to see something, and then make a cloistered nun with me?" Tamara felt the anger in his voice. She had to remember whom she was dealing with. "Look, Dan, I do not know what ideas you made about me, but if you think I'm a bitch, there's the door!", she spat angrily, without looking away . The man looked at her, then smiled to defuse the tension. Another thing he learned in life, is that the few times where luck appears, better not to play with it. "Okay, okay, Tammy, I'm sorry, I did not want to disrespect! " "Um, okay, but do not take more such steps, okay? Remember that I 'm married!" Those words caused a tremor inside the cock of Dan and Rick in the same time. It was working, for the first time after so many days, Rick felt his cock growing hard again. "Okay, okay, I apologize .. But still, I hope you will forgive me Tammy, I do not understand why we are here!" -Do not call her that, asshole-, Rick closed his fists involuntarily excited and angry with the man to the same extent. Tamara looked at him for a moment, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, heart leaped in his chest. It was the moment of truth. She would not have gone back there. "Well, you're here because I wanted to give you a small prize. You have been my suitor more patient and more tough, you know? Girls like these things, even if they are married!" Dan smiled devilishly . "Really? a prize? Oh, that's great, I love the prizes! And tell me, darling, what would be my reward?" "Do you remember one of the first things you said to me when we first met? If one day I should be able to see your naked body, I can die in peace! Here, well, today is that day! " Holding her breath, face down the zipper of her dress, letting it fall to the ground. Dan opened his mouth to say something, but did not come out in one breath: Tamara was there in front of him, no bra, breasts bigger than he had imagined, slightly displaced to the sides, with large, dark nipples pointed toward him. She had a navel piercing, a small ring with a blue pendant , a tattoo just above her right thigh and a pair of pink thong. A Greek Goddess. "My God, you're a breathless cunt!", Dan babbles, licking his lips with his tongue. Tamara smiled, feeling incredibly proud of her body, excited by the sense of power that seemed to have about the man so much older than her. "I love my husband, Dan ... Sumtimes I come here, just to distract myself, you can understand?" "Distract?" "Yeah ... see ...", she said, almost in a whisper, moving closer to him, "I like to be watched, and to watch too ... Take off your clothes .. " Dan looked at her, licked her lips again, her eyes on the perfect body in front of him. As in a dream he unbuttoned his shirt, opened the expensive velvet pants, driving them pell-mell on the floor. Tamara felt her vagina contract when he saw the boxer bulged by the erection. She had an insane desire to see his dick. "Let me see it." He smiled, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. That wife was a constant surprise. He pushed his boxers down, causing them to fall to the ground. Tamara groaned in surprise, a shudder down the spine. Dan 's cock was not huge or too long, at least not more than Rick. But it was incredibly swollen, bent upwards, with long blue veins along the shaft and a chapel red, swollen, pointed at her. "What do you say, kiddo? It seems to me you like what you see!", he said scornfully. Tamara tried to find a convincing answer, but did not, hating herself for her lack of spirit. "It's your turn now", said Dan. Tamara put her fingers along the waistband of her thong, and pushed it gently down her thighs , down to the feet . " Shit ... ", the man muttered. Rick winced. Tamara had cut the tuft of blond hair in such a way that they become a little thin strip just above the labia, shaved perfectly, pink and swollen. He could not understand the reason for that gesture, his wife had never wanted to shave down there. A doubt crept into the mind of Rick : - Did she make it for Dan? This situation is a lot more exciting for her than that she's told me?- Journey to Hell Ch. 01 On the screen in front of him, Dan licked his lips again, his cock quivered with excitement. He had never seen a natural blonde pussy before. He did not believe it really existed . He leaned toward her, putting her hands on her hips. The polished tip touched her thigh, leaving her puzzled. She was afraid that the man had lost control. She stiffened. But he lifted her gently, making her sit on the table in the middle of the open space . "Open your legs, Tamara ... I want to watch your pussy close up ... " He sat down in front of her, a few inches from his body, his right hand around the rod as hard as stone, stroking it slowly . Tamara moved her legs, opening them in front of the man. She felt her labia hatch, allowing Dan to see the inner folders just below them, and the short swollen clitoris harden, pushing out of the vaginal folds. Dan felt the heat emanating from her sex, and saw the clitoris swell as the woman slid the fingers of her right hand between the outern lips, rubbing them, opening them more, leaving a glimpse of the entrance of her pussy. Dan 's hand, almost involuntarily, started to stroke his cock faster, a large drop of clear precum slipped out from the peeslit, glistening the mushroom cockhead. Watching Dan stroking his thick cock, Tamara felt shivers down her spine, and her pussy moisting with her juices. Without thinking, she began to move her fingers along the vaginal lips, rubbing her clit with his index finger, feeling it tremble and harden under his gentle touch. The head jumped out of its hood, making her moan. Dan felt his heart to burst in his chest. A part of his brain screamed at him to get up and slide the shaft into her pussy open before him, but Tamara had not even wanted to kiss him, he doubted if he had gone too far, he would have ruined everything. And after seeing the goddess body of his young wife, he knew he wanted to fuck her, that this would be his life goal in the near future. If he played his cards right, he would have used the sexual desire of Tamara to suit your own. But he had to have patience. Suddenly, the woman groaned louder. She was letting it go. Her fingers moved faster on her swollen clit now. Dan decided that even if he could not fuck her, he would at least have to touch it. He got up from the chair, the cock tight in his right hand, Tamara not able to see his motion, her eyes closed enjoying the pleasure that she was giving to herself. But when she felt his left hand touched her pussy the married girl opened her eyes, looking at him with horror. It was a matter of seconds. She knew she should not allow him to take initiatives, these were the terms with Rick. But when she looked into his eyes and he saw the big red chapel wet with precum, she could not say anything. He smiled devilishly, and slid his fingers along the lips of the vagina, wet and throbbing. "Oh god .. ", she moaned Dan began to move his fingers along her lips, slipping the average between the hot inner lips, moving his thumb on sensitive clithead, making her moan with pleasure. "N ... nooohhh ... " "I know you like that, baby girl ... I know you like your pussy to be touched like that ...", he muttered, his voice breaking with excitement. Tamara bit his lower lip, she felt her head went blank. Then she yelled. "Oohhh .. fuckkkk!" Dan had moved the middle, sticking it in the hole of her pussy. For the first time he was able to penetrate the body of the wife. He felt the hot hole wet and so tight, that it looked like that of a virgin. He thought of the incredible feeling that he would give him when he shoved his cock inside. Tamara moved her hand down, grabbing his wrist. Dan believed that she would try to push him away, but amazingly she did not. Now overwhelmed by lust, Tamara began to move the wrist of man, so started to finger fucking her vagina. "Please, please, goddddddddd!! " Dan began to move his finger in and out of her, observing kidnapped small and red lips of the vagina tighten around his finger, wet of her juices. As he finger fucked her with greater ardor, he used his thumb to rub her clit, at that point now hard and totally out of the pussy folders. "Y ... yesss ... yesss ... fuck me like thattttttt..!!" Tamara was holding her other hand behind her back, onto the small table for leverage, slightly curved back, rolling her head back, eyes closed, lost in the sensations of pleasure. Dan was stroking his hardon with the same speed with which he finger fucked the blonde bride, feeling that orgasm was growing rapidly inside him. Rick, on the other side of town, behind the screen of his laptop, he was overwhelmed by so many emotions. He felt jealous, betrayed: Tamara had gone much further than they had agreed. He would not have to even touch her. But he was masturbating her wife instead! His fingers were touching and fucking her pussy. His wife's pussy! Yet he had never felt more excited at that time. His cock was so hard that he could feel his heart beating beneath the flesh. He had pulled out of his pants almost without realizing it, then started to masturbate slowly, not wanting to cum that way. But now he was masturbating himself like a damned man, feeling overwhelmed with excitement and desire. Tamara felt that she was about to come. A part of her brain screamed that it was not possible, it was wrong, that it could not be so, with another man who masturbated her married cunt. But she knew that, at that point, could not help it. And she tried to console herself by saying that she was doing it for Rick, for the love of his life. Dan felt the vaginal walls begin to contract around his finger. Tamara was breathing more heavily. He knew what was going to happen. Although he was close to orgasm, he decided that despite everything would test a bit ' of his fortune' . He wanted to make it clear who was really in charge in that room. Abrutly he stopped his movement inside the girl's pussy, releasing his finger, wet and shivering, from her opened hole. Tamara looked at him, surprised and angry. "No. . No. .. no ... Why do u stop? .. I'm going to come ... " "Oh, poor baby ... and tell me, do you want me to finish u, right? Do you want to cum, do you?", he teased, touching the clithead with the tip of his fingers. "P. . Please ...", she moaned, startling Rick, who could barely recognize his own wife in the woman inside the computer screen. "Uhhh ... quid pro quo, baby ... if you want me to make you cum, putting an end to your suffering, you must do something for me ..." "W... What?" Dan smiled devilishly. "I want to cum on your pretty and innocent face ... and keep your mouth open, because I want you to drink it all the sperm that i will shoot in your mouth!" - Son of a bitch! -, Rick shouted to the empty room, hand tight around his erection. Tamara felt die. He had never allowed any man, not even her husband to do such a thing. She hated the taste of semen, and she thought let a man cumming on her face was a degrading thing. He knew that Rick was watching them, and she did not want to do anything that could make him feel humiliated. But her pussy quivered and pulsated to hurt her. She had to cum. She had never felt so excited as now . "O. . Okay ... but make me cum, pleaseeeeeeee!!" Dan smiled. Rick felt as if someone had hit him in the stomach. The man put his middle finger in the hot vagina and began to fuck her furiously, almost violently, while his thumb rubbed her clit with strength. Tamara groaned. Eventually, after a few seconds he heard her coming. She pushed back her head. The body suddenly stiffened, her ass rose from the table. Then she yelled. " Oohhh ... yesssss ... I'm cummingg... ggggggggggggg!! " Tamara began to shake and move her pelvis with an incredible strength, bucking on the table. Dan felt his finger squeezed by the woman's vaginal walls, using all his strength to remain inside her, holding her body on the table without dropping it. When the orgasm was over, Tamara felt as empty. But Dan did not give her time to recover. Grabbing her by the hips pushed her off the table with force, making her sit on the chair in front of him . Finally, grabbing his cock with his trembling right hand, began to masturbate furiously in front of the face of the young woman "P. . Pays off your debt, Tammy ... come oonnnn ... ohh ... open your mouthhhhhh!!" Tamara head felt empty, her body still trembling to one of the most intense orgasms she'd had in recent months. She felt her body move as if in a dream, doing exactly what the man standing in front of her had ordered. She opened her mouth, the tongue just outside, watching the old man, waiting for the inevitable . Dan could not resist. The yield complacent of the young wife sent him over the edge. "F ... fuck ... i'm cumming...take it allllllllll...argggghhhh..." The hand stopped suddenly. The first spurt was so powerful that it made an arc over the head of Tamara, almost frightened by the strength of the spurt, to go and settle on the table behind her. The second hit her on the forehead and hair, and the third on the nose and right eye, giving her a terrible burning sensation. "Oh...fuckkk..yessss...i'm cumming sooo harddd!!" Dan moved his hand back on the rod, slowly, and other warm and white spurts came from the chapel trembling violently, ending up into the girl's mouth, on the teeth and tongue. At the end he felt his legs give way, and had to sit on the couch behind him, panting. Tamara looked at him, her face streaked by splashing cum, her mouth still open to show a small lake white on the tongue. "Come on, honey, swallow my baby juice ...", he said in a trembling voice . Tamara felt her pussy throbbing, even though she had just had an orgasm. She closed his eyes. She swallowed. At the very moment he heard the loathsome sperm of Dan slipping down her throat, Rick, shocked by jealousy and anger, began to cum, shooting his hot sperm all over the table and the laptop in front of him. Then he began to cry. To be continued ...