0 comments/ 33040 views/ 3 favorites Mary Beth's Adventures In...Ch. 1 By: Capstick Mary Beth's Adventures In & Out Of Marriage Ch. 1 Hello, Jeb. You sounded so depressed in your last letter that I finally had to write back. I am pleased to hear that you have discovered God, and that you have found it within yourself to ask for forgiveness! I think back to all those nights I laid awake beside you, praying for this very thing. I look quite differently then you may remember. My face was always so puffy from your "love slaps". I don't have to wear all that thick makeup to hide the bruises any more. I threw out those big sunglasses, and even cut my hair short! I feel like I just woke up from a long sleep, and spring has just bloomed, sweet and fragrant once again! I am ashamed to admit that for the longest time after you were locked away that I was still under your spell. Day by day I recovered though, with a lot of help from the Women's Haven. You probably remember Helen sitting next to me at the table during your trial. She has been a blessing, and helped me to feel good about myself again. More about her later! I have a confession to make. I went through a period of feeling very hateful towards you. I know that's kind of silly, you being locked up and all! I decided to visit you in prison, without telling Helen. I knew she would try to talk me out of it. I got all "gussied" up, just to show what you've been missing! Remember that cute yellow sundress you would never let me wear out? Well baby, it fits better then ever! I even spent a day on the sewing machine making some minor "improvements!" The length was easy. I just hacked off an even twelve inches of material, and re-hemmed it. I went an extra step though. Remember those big white buttons up the front? I got the idea to remove the bottom two. When I walked in front of the mirror, you could see flashes of heaven if I was at the right angle! I felt so devilish that I snipped off the third button, the one just below my crotch! I can't sit down, of course. The material just slips apart, clear up to what you used to call my "Honey-hole!" The neckline was a lot trickier though. It was the first really warm day of spring, and I had celebrated by fixing myself a big margarita (you remember how I love the salty rims?). I was feeling no pain when I went at the seams with my trusty scissors, let me tell you! I had intended to cut the neckline down to the second button, but silly me! I didn't leave enough material to make the hem! The second button had to go also, and I was able to make a clean seam level with the next one down. I slipped the dress back on, and surveyed the results. I giggled when I remembered one of your pet phrases, "measure twice and cut once!" (Usually followed by a slap for something I did wrong). The dress was positively scandalous! I wonder if you would still make fun of me, if you could see the cleavage now revealed! Just then the doorbell rang, and I considered covering up with a sweater before answering it. Instead I just shrugged and bounced down the stairs to the front door. To give you an idea of just how low the neckline plunged, I had to hold my breasts as I ran down the stairs, just to keep them contained! I peeked out the door to see who it was (you will be pleased to know that I am very careful, now that you aren't around to "protect" me). It was just our cute little paperboy, Tommy. You remember Tommy, don't you honey. He has that mop of unruly brown hair that always brings out my motherly instincts! I want to pull out a comb and fix it every time he comes around. Boy, did his eyes get big when I swung the door open! His jaw dropped wide open when he saw my boobs, I tell you! He tore his gaze up to my eyes, and blushed beet red when he saw my knowing grin. "My, you're turning into a big grown-up man aren't you Tommy!" I said. "Is it collection time already?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe. "I kind of like left you'all alone for a spell, mam" he stammered. "Mom felt real bad for you. My boss Mr. Simms has been bugging me to collect though. I guess I'll be needin twenty-four dollars mam." I gave a small frown. "I may have to cancel my subscription for a while sweetie, till I can get my finances straight" (The whole town knows you're in jail by the way. Everyone I've seen since the trial tells me how sorry they feel, and what a piece of garbage you are!). Disappointment swept over his face, and he looked down at his feet. I felt so bad for him! "Come on in sweetie, and let me look. Maybe I have enough change laying around after all." Now honey, don't you be getting all upset at me again! Tommy is such a sweet little boy, I guess it was innocent at first! I went right to our (now my!) hallway cabinet. Honest, I was just looking for change! I bent over and slid open the lower drawer, and felt a draft blow gently up under my skirt as the screen door shut behind him. You see I only had panties on under the skirt! You remember those lacy white ones I liked so much, don't you? As I looked in the drawer, I wondered just how high my skirt was riding (I hadn't checked since I altered the length!). Let me tell you, I felt just like a teenager with her first crush! My heart was hammerin' away in my chest. I was surprised at just how much danged fun this was! I bent over a little further for good measure, and felt my right boob slip clean out of my top as I fiddled in the back of the drawer! Now you know what a prude I have always been (You being so jealous never helped!). Yet there I was, a thirty year-old respectable lady getting all hot and bothered by exposing herself to a teenager! Honestly, my knees were trembling and my palms were sweating, I just couldn't believe it. I pretended not to notice my boob, and moved up to the next drawer. I made sure to turn a little toward him, so that he would notice me swaying as I fished around for change. I looked back over my shoulder and asked "Are you in a hurry, Hon?" I gave him a bright smile. His gaze was absolutely fixed on my boob! He was so cute standing there with his red cheeks and shocked expression. "NNNo mam!" he stammered, looking up quickly. I shut the drawer, and straightened up. "Ooops!" I said, and pretended to just notice the "accident". I shifted back into my dress, and smoothed it down over my hips. "Put your bag down sweetie, and come into the kitchen." I sashayed through the hallway, leading the way. Honey, I was swinging my hips so much that I could feel my dress snapping back and forth! I hadn't felt this good in years. "Take a seat Tommy" I said, and pulled out a chair from the breakfast table. I got an inspiration just then, and walked over to the cupboard, pulling out a pair of glasses. You remember how I like to keep a pitcher of lemonade in the fridge, don't you hon? Well, I reached right in and grabbed it, swaying back over to the table. "You look thirsty, and I just made this fresh pitcher of lemonade! Would you like a glass?" I didn't bother waiting for an answer, but just set the glasses down and started pourin away. I knew he wouldn't care, because I bent over like a proper hostess, making sure he got an improper eyeful of cleavage! I never poured so slowly in my life! He sure didn't seem to mind though. I was looking straight down at his lap, and it was obvious that I wasn't the only one getting excited! A noticeable bulge had started in the crotch of his gray sweatpants. "There now" I said, setting the pitcher back down. "You make yourself at home, and I'll be right back." I ran up to the bedroom as a plan started to form. I snatched a pair of twenty's from your reserves, Oh, wait a minute, did I mention that I found your stash? Probably not, seeing as we haven't talked since the police dragged your sorry ass out of the house. You see, I had just finished emptying out your closet (you'll be happy to know I gave everything to Goodwill. I didn't see any reason for it to gather dust here). I started to scrub the floor clean, and that was when I discovered that loose floorboard. Imagine my surprise when I discovered all that money you had been squirreling away! I assumed it was drug money, seeing as there was so much. It's a shame you got mixed up with that crowd, isn't it. You probably would have got only probation for the wife beating, but they don't have any sympathy for dealers! Anyway, it's sure helping me to start a new life, you'll be happy to know. I stuffed the money in my purse, and gulped down the rest of my margarita, feeling kind of light headed. With a sly grin, I hiked up the dress, and slipped off my panties. They were absolutely soaked! I dried myself on a towel, adjusted my dress, and hurried back to the kitchen. "Sorry to keep you waiting, I had to search for my purse!" I explained, as I pulled my chair out from the table, and turned it to face him. I set my purse down, and lowered myself daintily onto the chair. I felt the dress gap up to the first button, but pretended to be oblivious to the exposure. I casually picked up my glass, and took a long slow drink. I knew he would remember this day for the rest of his life! I set the glass down, and picked up my purse, setting it in my lap. I swear that I heard him whimper! I pulled out the folded bills. "Here you go Tommy!" I said, giving him the cash. "This should keep me going for a while." Jeb, I'm not very proud about what happened next, but sometimes things just get carried away! I hadn't felt this good in so many years, I just had this animal urge I couldn't control, you see! I reached over with the pitcher, and started pouring. Swear to God, I didn't exactly plan it, but I poured way too fast and it splashed all over the table and into his lap! "Ohh, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed with shock, as Tommy gasped and scooted his chair back away from the table. I sprang up and rushed over to the linen drawer, yanked it open and snatched a handful of clean towels. I practically leaped back to the table, causing both breasts to heave clean out of my dress! I paid no mind though, as I slapped one of the towels down on the table to soak up the mess. "You poor dear, I'm so clumsy sometimes!" I cried, as I turned to face him. He was sitting uncomfortably in the chair. He had grasped the wet front of his gray sweatpants with both hands, and had stretched it out away from his crotch. He was staring hypnotically at my bare breasts, swaying directly in front of his face! "We can't have you going out like that!" I cried, bringing both hands up to my cheeks in feigned shock (I made sure to squeeze my boobs together with my forearms, so that they bulged out towards him!). "Stay right there!" I rushed over to the sink, and flipped the faucet on to warm, soaking one of the towels good and wet. My nipples were now at full pucker, standing out proudly at attention. I don't have to tell you how big my nipples can get, do I! (You certainly have never seen me this excited though!). Remember the hand soap I keep by the sink? I snatched it up, and rushed back to the table. Pulling my chair next to his, I scooted up close (As primly as a middle aged bare breasted housewife could!). "Stand up young man, and let's get you cleaned up." I held the damp towel in one hand, and the soap in the other. He stood, still holding the sweats away from his belly. Setting the towel and soap down, I took hold of his hands, pulling them away to hang at his sides. The material tented around his erection, sticking straight out towards my face, right at chin level! "Oh Tommy, you look so uncomfortable!" I cried, looking up into his eyes with a big pout. "It's O.K. mam, I'll be alright" he answered in a choked voice. Honestly Jeb, what was I supposed to do? I couldn't leave the boy in that condition! "Don't be silly! You'll get all sticky! I made this mess, and I intend to clean it up!" That said, I grasped the elastic waistband of his sweats, and slid them down, being careful to stretch it out away from his erection. I'm afraid I couldn't help but gasp, seeing his bulging cock thrust out towards my face! It bobbed up and down with involuntary spasm's, as I looked on in awe. I'm afraid he put you to shame Honey! I never would have guessed our little Tommy could be such a big man! He had only a mere wisp of pubic hair wrapped around the thick base of his cock, and his testicles were tight little sacks under the huge throbbing organ. The thick blue urethra stood out in sharp relief under his shaft, leading up to his pee-hole. I watched fascinated, as a pearly white drop of pre-cum formed there with the next throb of the shaft! Never taking my eyes off this new wonder, I wrapped the warm wet towel around him from underneath. He gasped out loud as I worked it between his legs, cupping his testicles. I was careful about avoiding the very tip of his penis. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to disturb that glistening drop of fluid. I could now catch a hint of his bleachy odor. I set the towel down after he was wiped down to my satisfaction. Picking up the small pump bottle of hand soap, I straightened and leaned back in the chair. My breasts were now on perfect display for him, as I slowly pumped glob after glob of creamy white soap into my left palm. I could hear his ragged breathing, but I never broke my gaze. He moaned again, and another spasm caused his cock to bob. More of my precious fluid pushed out of his puckered slit (Don't you think it's funny how possessive I was being about his sperm?). There was now enough to begin dangling down, and I delighted in watching it sway back and forth, as I spread the creamy soap over my hands to warm it (You wouldn't have wanted me to shock the little angel with cold lotion, would you?). He threw his head back with a gasp, as I embraced his organ gently with my right hand, and cupped his testicles with my left. I pressed the pad of my thumb up against the underside of his shaft, and slowly drew it up to the crown, milking whatever precious fluid was contained inside. I actually giggled Jeb, as I was rewarded by quite an impressive ooze. I fought off the urge to catch it all on my tongue (I didn't want to corrupt the sweet boy, after all!). Instead I let it trail down to fall across the top of my left breast. Now I began milking the cock slowly, in and out, with my hand forming a warm, moist cavity. I continued massaging his testicles with my left hand, and soon felt them tighten up. His shaft became iron in my grip, and I concentrated my ministrations to the underside of the crown, gazing with wonder as I saw his pee-hole dilating. I felt the spasms begin deep in his groin with my left hand, and I braced myself for his climax. I was much to accustomed to your pathetic little spurts, dear. Tommy erupted with a powerful blast, catching me right square between the eyes! I let out a squeal of delight, as I blinked against the salty fluid. I felt another powerful spasm, and his second spurt hit the bridge of my nose as I lowered his shaft, causing it to trail down across my still open mouth. Oh honey, he tasted much better then you did! You were kind of nasty. Maybe it was the drugs and booze. Tommy tasted so fresh and crisp, not tart at all! Blinking back tears, I greedily directed spurt number three directly into my mouth, not wanting to waste a drop! Savoring his taste, I let the remainder fall across my breasts, as his flow finally subsided. After swallowing, I gave him a sweet smile. "Now don't you feel all better?" I asked with a coy smile. I picked up the towel, and cleaned him up real nice. I know you'll understand Jeb, cause I decided to give him a little treat. See, I left his cum like it was, all over me. I figured with a tool like that, he deserved to be the "boss of the house!" And let me tell you, I was quite a site! Thick globs of his goo had plastered my eyes, and still clung to my lashes and eyelids. I could see them in my vision dangling down precariously. My eyes had watered, and streams of tears mixed with mascara trailed down my cheeks, along with his second and third spurt of cum. Messy trails of cum crisscrossed the tops of my breasts. I could feel a trickle trailing down my solar plexus and on to my belly. "Would you like me to throw your pants in the dryer Hon?" I asked. "Oh no mam, I better get going!" he answered, yanking the sweats up over his semi-erect cock. He turned quickly towards the door. "Tommy?" I said, stopping him in his tracks. "Yes mam?" he answered, looking sheepishly over his shoulder. I held up the money he had left on the table. "Forget something?" I asked with a smile. "Oh yeah!" he beamed with a huge grin. He stepped back and took the money, shoving it deep in his pocket. He started to back away towards the door, for the first time really noticing how I looked. I laughed as he backed right into the island! "I'll see you next time you collect, O.K.?" He flashed that hundred watt grin ear to ear. "Yes mam!" he replied, and turned and ran out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Anyway hon, that's the reason why I never got over to see you like I planned that day. I still had every intention, and I hurried upstairs to clean up. However, when I stepped out of the dress and held it up for inspection, it was soaked with cum stains. Honestly, it's just amazing how much spunk that boy deposited all over your innocent little wife! I surveyed myself in the mirror, and felt deep contractions begin in my womb as I watched the sperm trailing down my face and body. The scent of his seed surrounded me, and his aftertaste still lingered in my mouth. I was in a very filthy mood! I slid open the vanity drawer, and pulled out my trusty electric toothbrush. Returning to our bed, I laid back and got comfortable, flicking on the switch (you never knew I was so creative, did you!). Normally I build up to orgasm very slowly, teasing myself between the soft bristles and the smooth back of the brush. I was so close already, however, that I couldn't put my release off. I pressed firmly up between my tender outer lips, already feeling the waves building in intensity. With my free hand, I began to smear Tommy's cum all over my face and chest, enjoying the sticky, slimy sensations. The first wave swept over me, and I arched my back and bucked my hips up into the hard knob vibrating so intensely against my engorged clit. Wave after wave passed over me, until I finally turned off the brush, relaxing back onto the mattress. My thighs were trembling, as I felt all of my tensions drain away. Anyway, now I hope you can understand. After a shower, I just cuddled up and took a nap. I will try again soon though. Well, enough from me for now! Have as good of a day as you can! Your Wife, Mary Beth * * * * * To Be Continued... Mary Beth's Adventures In...Ch. 2 Mary Beth's Adventures In & Out Of Marriage Ch. 2 Sorry it's taken me so long to answer your last letter Jeb. It shook me up when I got that call from the prison about your little "accident" (I hope it wasn't my letter that caused it!). I always told you not to get so upset over things that you can't control. I'm glad to hear you're feeling better though, and that God is such a source of strength for you once again. Once again, the most amazing thing happened to me! One thing or another keeps coming up. A big reason I still haven't made it out to see you is that I've taken a day job, so Saturday is the only day I can make it. I really didn't need a job (what with all the money you had tucked away!). A nice man called out of the blue though, saying he was a good friend of yours (you do remember a man named Marcus, don't you hon?). He said he just lost a waitress at his nightclub, and figured I must be pretty desperate for a job, seeing as how you were locked up and all. It suddenly dawned on me that people may start wondering what I was doing for income (especially if that money of yours was stolen!). I quickly agreed to meet him the next day at his club, and thanked him for thinking of me. Jeb, you know how hard it is to find work around these parts since the auto plant shut down last year! I checked the want ads in our newspaper (which reminds me, collection day should be coming up pretty soon!). The only listings were for fast food or construction type jobs. You remember what a good waitress I used to be. I made real good money in tips, and got to meet lots of people. It sounded like a better idea the more I thought about it! I had lunch with Helen that same day. We've developed a pretty close relationship. She confessed that she had also been in an abusive relationship, and that counseling others had really helped in her recovery. When I mentioned possibly returning to work, she thought it was a great idea! She believes it is vital to make a clean break from all past routines, and start out fresh with a new life. That is part of the reason she had me file those divorce papers which you mentioned (by the way, you should start addressing your letters to my maiden name). She asked me when the interview was. "Oh good, we have time then!" she said, after I told her not till the next day. "I want you over to my house at eleven a.m. sharp!" Seeing my puzzled expression, she smiled. "I was a beautician up until my divorce. I want to treat you to the works! First, a facial..." she said, counting the fingers off on her hand. "Second, the spa....third, a mineral bath and soak..... Fourth, a hair-style..... Fifth, a manicure.... and we'll finish it off with your make-up!" I was speechless. "I don't know what to say! I'm not going to put you to all that trouble just for me" I answered. "Nonsense, I insist! Believe me, I'm going to enjoy it as much as you do. I could use the practice. I won't listen to any more arguments!" She gave me directions to her house, and reminded me to bring along whatever I had picked out for the interview, in case I ran short of time. We gave each other a big hug before leaving the restaurant. "I just don't know how to thank you, you've been such a great friend!" I said as we parted company. "Don't worry, I'll think of something!" she answered and touched my hand before leaving. I was so excited Jeb, honestly! As I worked my way home through our subdivision, I saw Tommy walking along the sidewalk with a couple of his friends. I have to admit feeling a tiny bit guilty over what had happened. I know you will understand my wanting to make it up with him! I pulled alongside, and rolled down the window. I was pleased when his face lit right up. "Hi Tommy! So when's collection day?" I said with a smile. "Two day's mam, always the first Friday of the month!" he answered, as one of his friends gave him a playful push towards the car. "If you show up around noon, there just may be some extra lunch waiting!" I said with a wink. I gave him a wave and pulled away. I smiled as I saw him exchanging high fives with his buddies in the rear view mirror. I hope you rest easier knowing things are going so well for me. Honestly, I've never been happier! I slept in Thursday, made a quick breakfast and picked out an outfit for the interview. Marcus had said that the name of the club was "Ebony and Ivory," which sounded kind of classy. It was located downtown on Third Avenue and Broadway (you probably already know that). Since I hadn't worked for the last fifteen years, I figured my best chance to get hired was going to be showing off my figure! I picked out that black spaghetti strapped number you liked me to wear on special nights. You remember how it fits like a second skin? You probably wouldn't approve of my wearing it in public these days! I tried it on, and almost changed my mind. My boobs have gotten so big! The dress really wasn't proper anymore, but guys would love it! I have to admit Jed, that the thought of going out in this outfit was starting to make me tingle you know where (I'm turning into quite an exhibitionist!). That decided it. I slipped it off and hung it up in my wardrobe bag, and opened my lingerie drawer. I never even considered wearing a bra. Really honey, it would have looked awful tacky, and besides, you weren't around to complain (I figured Marcus wasn't going to mind none!). I found some sheer black pantyhose, pumps and nice lacy underwear, and added them to the bag. Helen had provided good directions, and I arrived right at eleven in the morning. She was waiting for me at the door with a hot cup of coffee. Her house was so beautiful! I had no idea she was that well off. She was glad to see me, and made me feel right at home. You should see her bathroom. Jeb, it was as big as our family and living room put together! The floor was smooth marble, the walls were all white tiles and the ceiling was vaulted. There were big skylights, and light flooded in, making it appear even more spacious. She had me undress, and gave me a fluffy white bathrobe to wear. There was a black leather stylist's chair in a cubby off to the side, which had been set up like a studio. In no time at all she had my hair trimmed, conditioned and wrapped up in a towel. She reclined the chair, and spread some warm paste all over my face. She had me close my eyes, and told me not to disturb it as it dried. It felt very soothing, and all the tension drained away from my facial muscles. I was a little bit startled when I felt her untie my robe next, and flip it open. I was naked as a jaybird underneath! I heard her rummage around the studio for a minute of so, then a pair of electric clippers clicked on with a buzz. I jumped as I felt the cold instrument brush up against my belly. "Just lay still dear!" she said, and pressed her palm against my tummy. "I'm just going to give you a little trim down here also, it won't take but a minute or two." I felt her begin stroking the razor across my mound, pausing occasionally to brush away the trimmings with a soft barber's brush. I'm sure that my cheeks were bright red underneath the masque, as I heard a click, and felt the front of the chair drop away. Helen moved around front, and I felt her swing out something on either side of the chair, which she locked in place with a snick. She hooked her hands underneath my knees. "Almost done dear, we'll have you looking like a teenager again in no time, just relax!" It's really not like you probably think honey! I really was awfully embarrassed when she raised up my legs, and set my feet in those stirrups. Before I even knew what was going on it seems, I was full spread-eagle exposed to her! The trimmers began humming again, and she went back to work. She was very careful about it, shielding my tender inner folds with her free hand. She finished trimming my vulva in no time. "Almost done dear" she said, and I peeked down. She stood between my splayed legs, gazing directly at my exposed privates with a small grin. She squeezed out a big glob of green gel from a tube, and began working it up into lather by briskly rubbing her hands together. She smiled and began carefully spreading the foam all over my pubes! You can guess what was next honey. In no time at all I was smooth as a bowling ball all over! She pulled a towel out of a steamer on the counter when she had finished with the razor, and laid it across my belly and mound. What a delicious sensation that hot, moist towel was, as it soothed my now naked flesh! "You had very fine pubic hair, Mary Beth. There shouldn't be any irritation at all. Just to make sure though, I have some special lotion." She strolled over to the counter, and pumped a white gel from a clear glass dispenser setting on the countertop. She reached under the counter and pulled out a stool, which she slid along with her back between my spread legs. She sat down on the stool, bringing her face level with my pubes. Scooting the stool forward, she pulled off the warm towel and let it drop to the floor. I watched as she pursed her lips together, closely examining for any missed areas. Her cheeks puffed out, and she blew a gentle stream of air across my exposed pubes. I felt the fresh sensation as she blew up and down my now bare lips. My body responded to the gentle stimulation as my lips swelled a gaped open for her. I felt my clit emerge, and knew my vagina would be dilating, now wet and begging for penetration. Honestly Jeb, I have never felt these kinds of emotions with a woman before! I was very confused, because I still wasn't sure whether she was trying to get me off, or whether this was all innocent. I gasped when I felt her begin delicately spreading the lotion over my skin. Oh so slowly she worked, carefully avoiding my inner lips! It was driving me crazy Jeb, so I have to admit that I pressed the issue. When her hand was sliding down my outer lip, I slid my hips over, drawing her fingers into my tender folds. I anxiously waited for her response, praying that she wouldn't stop. My clit was throbbing, as I felt her fingers motionless between my inner lips. I was so wet that I could feel juices trickling down over my puckered ass! I moaned with delight though, as I felt the first electric caress of her fingers over my engorged flesh. She must also have been waiting for a signal, and I felt her full open mouth press up against me, as an infant would at it's own mother's breast! I moaned loudly, as her strong tongue began pulsating hungrily over my clit. I reached down with both hands, cradling her head and pressing her tightly up against my groin. Deep sounds of pleasure sounded in her throat, and I felt the tip of her tongue being directed at the very seed of my pleasure. I was suddenly over the top, and arched my back, every muscle in my body suddenly shuddering with release! I'm sorry if this admission has made you uncomfortable Jeb! This was a groundbreaking experience for me though, and I just had to share it with you! Of course, I couldn't just let it end there, you realize. I had to "return the favor!" In no time at all, I discovered that she kept a clean-shaven appearance as well, as I found myself seated in front of her sweet pussy! I would guess that she is in her mid forties, though she could pass for thirty easily with the right make-up. She has small, though perfectly shaped breasts, with fat dark purplish nipples. Her pussy had large meaty lips, which I soon discovered were delightful to mouth and gently suck on! I performed the same techniques on her that I enjoy so much, and she quickly responded. Her musky aroma filled my senses, as I plunged my tongue deeply into her moist cavity, flicking her clit with my nose as I pressed up against her sex. As she neared climax, she pushed me away and sat up, giving me a wet, open-mouthed kiss. You're probably going to think that I made this all up Jeb, but honest to God it happened just like I'm telling you! (Maybe I'll bring Helen with me, when I finally come to see you!). "I want to feel you inside me!" she said, and hopped off the chair. Reaching into a bottom drawer, she pulled out a huge black cock-shaped dildo, attached to a harness. She quickly strapped this monster around my pelvis, cinching the waist strap tightly at the small of my back. The huge phallus bobbed heavily straight out from my mound, and I could feel a smooth probe on the underside of the base rubbing against my clit. She squirted some clear gel in her right hand, and stroked it all over the glistening, life-like shaft. "I want you to fuck me like an animal!" she growled, with a smoldering expression burning across her lovely face. She walked over to a throw rug in the center of the bathroom, pulling me along behind her by the stiff phallus. She dropped down on hands and knees in the center, now illuminated by a bright shaft of light streaming through a skylight. She gave me a quick look over her shoulder, and then folded her upper body down towards the fluffy rug, her heart-shaped ass thrust back up towards me. I kneeled down behind her, and nuzzled the crown of the shaft against her parted lips. I was amazed, as the thick shaft slid in easily, and I pushed forward deep within her moist cavity. She moaned with ecstasy, and I felt her thrust back against me, driving the shaft deeper still! Spurred along by her eager cries of encouragement, in no time at all I was ramming the thick shaft forward and back, slapping her bare ass with my open palm with each thrust! Both well-rounded globes were flushed with my marks. She dug her right hand into her own mound, stroking her clit with her index finger as I maintained my rhythm. Jeb, I can understand now the power you men must feel! I reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, rearing her head back like a horse. This took her over the edge, and she came with complete abandon, grinding back up against my hips, her body locked in the throes of a powerful orgasm. What a site I was in the mirror, when I finally stood back up! My breasts were flushed and heaving with my rapid breaths, the black dildo was quivering at attention from my groin, still glistening with Helen's juices, and my face was covered with the brown facial treatment, which had dried to a plastic-like consistency! The towel had at some point fallen off my head, and my hair was plastered to my scalp with conditioner. We giggled like schoolgirls, as she helped me off with the harness and treatments. I didn't feel one darned bit guilty about what had happened between us, Jeb! After we shared a sauna and shower, she finished my makeover, with a beautiful manicure and make-up application. Swear to God you wouldn't have recognized me! I modeled the dress for her, which she loved. When I pulled out the hose and panties though, she quickly snatched them away. "We need to get you loosened up!" she said with a devilish grin, and left the room taking the underwear with her. She returned a minute later, and handed me a silky pair of thigh length hose. They had a pretty floral print woven in the sheer black fabric, and a wide elastic top to help them stay in place. "Can I at least wear my panties?" I asked, but she refused, insisting that the lines would show right through the thin dress, and look trashy. "Besides, Think how fun it will be with nothing covering that sweet little bare pussy of yours!" she finished with a wink. I was vividly aware of my nakedness, since being shaved was such a new experience for me. Maybe I'll let you know how that interview went in the next letter. Oh yes, let's not forget that collection day is fast approaching, also! Ah well, a housewife's work is never done! Who knows, maybe I will be able to make that visit this weekend. Till next time, have as good of a day as you can! Your Wife, Mary Beth * * * * * To Be Continued... Mary Beth's Adventures In...Ch. 3 Mary Beth's Adventures In & Out Of Marriage Ch. 3 First off, Jeb, I did try to see you last Saturday. Well, I didn't actually come down, but I called first thing in the morning. They told me not to bother though, cause of your being in isolation and all (that explains why you haven't written! I mean, with your not being allowed any sharp implements). Why would you have attacked your cellmate like that? Especially after I took all the time and trouble to write my last letter. I know it must be depressing to be locked up for life with no possibility for parole (the new drug "lifer laws" sure suck!). Who knows though, they were saying on the radio today that the law might be repealed, so you should try to keep a good record! They also talked about no "grandfathering" the changes, whatever that means, but it sure sounded hopeful. I don't want to bore you with mundane little day to day things about my life. I did want you to know that I am putting the house up for sale though. The more I thought about it, the more I worried about being around if some of your former "associates" tracked you down for some reason. I also seem to have taken on a celebrity status around the neighborhood with the young male population! (More on that later). Helen has asked me to move in with her. Well, back to my story. If you remember, I had left off my last letter just before my job interview. The club was in a beautiful old stone building downtown. There were no windows or signs, just an engraved brass plaque next to a pair of large, stately carved wood doors. I entered a comfortable reception room. The lighting was dim, and rich wood and leather dominated the room, with dark green walls featuring framed oil paintings of Ruebenesque women, in various states of undress. It had a very clubby feel to it. A black man stood behind a small counter. He was a huge man, and his presence dominated the small room. He wore an elegantly cut suit, but his muscular physique still seemed to threaten the stitching. His shaved head glistened as he bowed towards me with a courteous greeting (it also made me acutely aware of my naked, freshly shaved pussy underneath my thin dress!). When I gave my name, he smiled and said that I was expected. He led me through a side door, and down a hallway. We entered a small waiting room, where a beautiful girl was seated behind a small desk. She had flawless, coffee colored skin, framed with elaborately braided and jeweled hair, which sparkled as she looked up at our approach. "Ms. Francis is here to see Mr. Jones" he announced in his deep baritone, and left to return to his duties. The girl spoke briefly into her handset. "Mr. Jones will see you in just a minute" she said in a professional manner, and returned her attention to a report on her desktop. I wandered over to the far wall, which displayed framed five by seven pictures of past and present employees mounted in neat rows. The hire dates had been engraved on the frames, and it was obvious that most had been with the club for a long time. One picture caught my eye in particular, and I had to take a second, closer look. It sure looked like Helen! I was confused, but then again, I hadn't mentioned where I was interviewing to her. The date on the frame coincided with her divorce, so that made sense. The inner door opened, interrupting my train of thought. I was surprised to see that Marcus was African American also. I was puzzled, since I know full well that you are such a bigot! He was a very handsome man. He greeted me warmly, and had a kind, gentle smile. He led me into his office. I took a seat in a comfortable leather chair in front of his polished desk. He was casually dressed in a V-necked cashmere sweater, which displayed an athletic build. He wore a wafer thin gold wristwatch and several glittery rings on his fingers. A tasteful diamond stud adorned his left ear. "I'm so glad you could make it Mary Beth," he said, once we had settled in. He picked up a steaming mug of coffee and cradled it in his hands, as he leaned back in his high-backed chair. He was carefully appraising me all the while, and I could get a sense of a keen intellect behind his handsome features. "I try to operate a very high-class operation here. We cater to a very exclusive clientele." He paused and took a sip from the mug, closing his eyes as he relished the taste. "I'm sorry, would you like to share a cup with me?" The aroma smelled wonderful, and I quickly agreed. He continued speaking as he busied himself preparing a cup from an elaborate looking machine setting on his credenza. "There is something of a stigma in the black community when an African American male seeks the company of a white woman." He watched me closely for reaction, as he set the cup down in front of me. "You see, most of the black women in our culture resent this "Interference". They see many of our high profile athletes and musicians sporting trophy blondes on their arms, and their resentment grows. It can present an extremely uncomfortable situation for a high profile individual in our community, so even though they may desire to seek the company of such a lady, they must maintain a positive public persona within their culture. This is where I come in!" He was very smooth Jeb, but I could certainly see where this was leading! "Are you talking about prostitution, Mr. Jones?" I asked him directly. "I'll be frank with you Mary Beth" he answered with a probing look. "Yes, though in a very specialized and controlled fashion. Everything happens within these stone walls, my girls are safe, healthy and wealthy! I don't know your husband at all, except from what I hear, he was a low life cowardly dope smokin' wife beatin' piece of white trash! (Your reputation proceeds you!). I got your name from a dear friend of mine, and she said you were an ideal candidate." "Do you mean Helen?" He looked surprised when I mentioned her name. "I'm surprised she told you, she wasn't sure how you would react" he answered in a measured fashion. "I saw her picture on the wall, so I put two and two together. I was with her not one hour ago." He nodded his head in understanding. "Helen is a very special girl. Did you wonder how a guidance counselor could ever afford a house like she owns? Now I'm willing to take a chance based on her recommendations. You sure got the look! I can promise you safety, the potential for huge income, the best health coverage money can buy, and great people to work with. All I need from you is enthusiasm and an open mind!" What do you think I told him honey? How would you like your sweet little sheltered wife fucking a whole host of black gentlemen anonymously for money, I wonder? I really had to suffer and agonize over the decision! Two minutes later, I was checking the fit of the waitress outfits hanging in the outer office closet (Marcus insisted that I get a feel for the work first, before I started turning tricks!). The outfits resembled French-maid costumes. They were simply modified corsets, with short puffy skirting attached to the bottom, and lacy shoulder straps. I stood with my hands over my head, while the secretary checked the fit of several different sizes. It was going to be a struggle getting into the one she selected, but she assured me that I would look "Hot as Hell!" The girls wore fishnet hose and high heels with the uniform. She gave me a lace choker and hair ribbon to complete the outfit. Back in his office with costume in hand, I listened as he laid out the ground rules, salary, procedures and schedule. He suggested I have Helen "take me under her wing" and show me the ropes. "Now Mary Beth, I gotta see if Helen knows what she's talkin about!" He ambled over in front of me, and pulled out his tool just as casually as you please!" You used to tell me how smelly and dirty you thought "niggers" were, but Jeb, I beg to differ! Marcus smelled faintly of expensive cologne, and I can assure you that he tasted fresh and clean! You see, in no time at all my mouth was filled by his thick slab of meat. I'll spare you the details (though he did enjoy my ball sucking technique especially well!) except to tell you that I am going to have to work on my gagging control! This was the first hard cock I have tried to swallow since you were taken away, and I was pathetic! (Your puny dick never challenged me!). I kept choking and slobbering while he fucked my face, and lord, when he blew his load against my tonsils, it was all I could do not to puke! I drained all of his juice though. Afterward he gave me some tissues to wipe my cheeks (I never realized that having a cock shoved so far down my throat caused involuntary tears!). "You just need some mo' practice, Mary Beth! You sure do look fine though, with those sweet red lips wrapped around my dick!" he chuckled, as he tucked himself back in his trousers. "Getting practice will be the least of your worries! Now you stop by our doctor's office on your way home." Marcus handed her a business card out of his drawer, with the name of a doctor and clinic on it. "All my girls and clients get regular testing for disease. You can't be too careful! I'll call Dr. Scott and let him know you're on the way." I found out what he meant a half-hour later, when after a brief wait in an examination room, in walked the doctor. A set of perfect teeth gleamed out from his ebony face in a wide grin, as he shut the door behind him with a wink. The next thing I knew, my "sweet red lips" were bobbing up and down on yet another thick cock! When he was good and ready, he raised me up from my knees, and turned me around to face the examination table. He reached around and placed his left hand flat against my belly, and pressed against the small of my back with the other, till my shoulders and face were lying against the crisp white paper covering the surface. I felt him flip up the back of my dress, exposing my bare ass. He pressed down against the small of my back, arching my ass back up towards him. He tore open a rubber, and deftly unrolled it over his hard cock. I felt him flick his latex sheated crown up and down my moist lips, finally pressing into my vaginal cavity. I groaned as he slid in to the hilt, pressing up against my cervix at the apex of his thrust. I thought back to my encounter with Helen earlier in the day, as I fucked her in much the same way. I have to admit it's even better to be on the receiving end! (Maybe you're finding that out now!). Not long afterwards, he grasped my hips and locked up against me, lifting my feet right off the floor, and I felt his cock begin releasing his load. I flexed my vaginal muscles in rhythm with his pulsations. He stayed deep within me, allowing me to milk his organ dry, while he groaned in pleasure. He slipped out of my pussy, giving my ass a gentle pat. I started to straighten, but he gently pressed me back against the table. "Time for me to play doctor again, Mary Beth!" He said, walking over to the counter. I watched him, with my face resting on the starchy paper covered table. His huge cock swung freely, now half-erect. The transparent condom still covered it. His milky fluid had filled the tip completely, and thick trails of goo extended up mid-way over his muscular shaft. He pulled a thermometer out of a fluid filled jar, and shook it down. His cock wobbled with the motion, and I watched kind of fascinated, as the weight of his huge load started to dangle the condom down from the relaxing organ. The next part kind of disgusts even me a little Jeb, so you might want to skip ahead! See there was a knock at the door that kind of caught him by surprise, and he reached down, squeezing his cock tightly as he slid the rubber down. While he tucked himself back in his trousers with his free hand, the heavy load dangled down from his other like a pendulum, along with the thermometer. I could see him looking for a waste can, and finding none, he looked with disgust back at the swinging, cum-filled condom. He straightened me back up as a second rapping came from the door. "Say ahhh!" he says, holding up the thermometer. I opened my mouth wide, shutting my eyes out of habit. I expected him to slip the thermometer under my tongue (I was glad for the interruption, since I figured he was originally going to shove it in my ass!). To my shock, I felt something warm and soft plop against my tongue instead! He grasped my chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling my mouth shut! "Come on in!" he shouted at the door. Can you imagine what my expression must have looked like when his nurse walked in? She wheeled a stainless cart filled with supplies. "Are you ready for me doctor?" she asked, setting the tray down on the end of the table. "Sure nurse, I had just started the examination." He bent me back over the table, and flipped the back of my dress back up, exposing my naked ass once again. With the nurse watching, he slipped the thermometer deep into my ass, thank you very much! "Mmmmpp!" I mumbled quietly, but he paid me no mind. The unmistakable taste of latex rubber was in my mouth, and I could feel his salty seed as it slipped out the open end! I cupped my tongue down away from the roof of my mouth, to stop the fluid from being squeezed out. The doctor excused himself for a minute, and left the room, leaving the door wide open behind him! Seconds passed like hours, as my bare ass was on display for whoever happened to pass by. He finally returned and shut the door. He wiggled the thermometer in my ass, before pulling it out and recording the temperature on my chart. "You'll be more comfortable if you sit up on the table dear," said the nurse, as she prepared her equipment. I stayed mute as I scooted my butt up onto the table, feeling the scrunch of the paper underneath. She cradled my left arm between her waist and arm, while wrapping a strap around my upper arm. "Make a fist dear" she said. The doctor moved my head, first to the left, and then to the right as he peered through a lighted scope in each ear. My mouth was watering heavily, but somehow the thought of swallowing was making me gag, as the taste of his fresh spunk now filled my mouth. He straightened my head and positioned himself directly in front of me. I felt the nurse swabbing the inside of my arm in search of a vein. "Open wide and say ahhh!" he said, brandishing a tongue depressor. "You may feel a little prick!" said the nurse (I felt like saying "naaa iii wassssnn!"). I opened my mouth. I had to tip my head back a little, to keep the pool of goo and saliva from spilling over my lower lip. "Say ahhhh" he repeated. "Aaaaccckkk!" I blurted, as the nurse plunged the needle into my vein! An obscene bubble had formed over my mouth with my gargled complaint, which the doctor burst as he dived in with the depressor. I felt his remaining load squirt out, as he trapped the spent condom between my tongue and the flat paddle! I struggled against choking, as a trickle of liquid leaked down my throat. Now he probed with the depressor side to side in my mouth, making sure that everything was well mixed at the same time! He pushed the empty condom into my right cheek. "Everything looks fine!" he said, backing away. "What is your birth date?" asked the nurse, as she was filling out a label to go with the blood sample to the lab. When I didn't answer, she looked up at me with a puzzled expression. I looked over at the doctor, but he didn't sure didn't offer me any help! Scrunching my eyes shut, I took a big swallow, forcing the viscous, slippery goo down my throat! I retched against the slimy sensation that still filled my mouth! "December fourteenth, nineteen-seventy" I gagged out as best I could. I could feel bubbles of sperm form whenever my lips touched, so I forced myself to lick them off. Well Jeb, I left the clinic with three things; A prescription for birth control pills (I had a feeling I would be needing them pretty soon!), a promise that I could pick up the results early next week, and the bitter aftertaste of his sperm lingering in my mouth! That's all for now! Your "Wife", Mary Beth To Be Continued...