1 comments/ 24122 views/ 3 favorites Sight & Sound Ch. 02 By: murray99 To all the readers who sent me feedback for Sight and Sound, THANK YOU! If you haven’t read Chapter 1, this story will make a whole lot more sense if you start at the beginning. The past 24 hours had altered our lives. Annie and I drove out of our wooded suburb towards the theater complex to see a movie. We hadn’t really chosen anything specific; we were going to pick a movie when we got there. I was only partly listening as Annie continued her animated conversation with me. She was jumping excitedly from topic to topic, speaking about our future, remembering our past, occasionally hinting at other sexual practices she had fantasized about. I was in two places. Part of me was worried, in fact, deeply frightened. The business card in my pocket that I had picked up at our doorway fifteen minutes earlier was a lead weight – it represented everything dangerous and unknown about the wild sex that had been inflicted on us. Another part of me was incredibly excited. My formerly dull and suburban life was shattered. True, my introduction to Experiences, Inc. had been painful and humiliating, but every one of my senses was sharpened and a new thirst for excitement and life was pounding in me. I glanced at my wife and lover of 15 years and saw someone different. She was more beautiful than yesterday. Her black hair framed her face perfectly. As she spoke to me, she rested her hand on my thigh - I thought I could feel love and lust reaching to me through her fingertips. For the first time in years, I noticed the details that had attracted me to her - the mystery in her dark brown eyes, the engaging and inviting smile, the elegance of her cheekbones and the full lips that I had kissed thousands of times but too often without passion. Her lips were her best feature, perfectly shaped. They danced intimacy as she spoke, allowing the whiteness of her teeth to attract more attention. I now clearly understood why men paid such careful attention to Annie at parties. Her lips were her beacon and few could resist the effect. “Are you paying attention to me, Dan?” she quizzed me with a broad smile. “Paying attention? If I was paying any more attention, we’d have a car accident.” I said to cover up my distraction. “Well, we can’t have that. Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel, lover boy.” Annie turned slightly towards me and started to stroke my thigh as she continued to talk. “Do you remember when we were first married, and we went wilderness camping. We made love outdoors every morning. Then we’d jump in the cold lake. We were hooting and your dick just about disappeared inside you, the water was so cold. “ “I plead shrinkage!” I answered trying to get into the conversation. It was a struggle to put my fear and worry aside but Annie was unknowingly helping with that. She continued to stroke my thigh occasionally sliding her hand towards my bulge. I noticed her skirt for the first time since we left the house. It was a short black cotton skirt that she hadn’t worn in a long time. Annie, as one of the top small animal doctors in the area, tended to dress conservatively. In her line of work, flat shoes and pant suits were the norm, usually covered with a white medical jacket. When we socialized, she dressed elegantly reflecting her professional status in the community. On the rare vacations we had taken to the Caribbean, Annie had dressed more provocatively, and then only with my insistent suggestions. This skirt, hemmed high above her knee, was one of the ‘vacation’ skirts we had bought in St. Lucia several years ago. She had put on her strappy black high-heeled sandals – something that she usually only wore to Christmas parties and weddings. “Well, I know that is true. When you stuck it up my ass last night, it felt like it was a foot long”, she laughed at her own coarse language and I couldn’t help but join in. Her happiness was infectious. Her hand was infecting me in a different way – it was now on the bulge in my pants patiently encouraging my cock to grow. I took a deep breath. “What are you doing? We’re almost at the movie plaza.” It was getting dark but traffic on the mall strip avenue was heavy for a Saturday night. “I know. I know.” she said. But she didn’t stop her slow stroking of my now fully erect cock. We were only two or three blocks from the complex when she unbuckled her seat belt and turned fully toward me, kneeling on her seat. I glanced at her beside me as I changed lanes to make the right turn into the parking lot. Her nipples had stiffened under her white t-shirt and I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra – Annie always wore a bra. Annie leaned forward and quickly unzipped my pants. Her hands reached in and rapidly worked their way through the opening of my boxers and pulled out my cock. “Hey! We’re here you know. “, I lamely protested. Her mouth engulfed my cock, sucking hard. Her right hand was stroking the shaft and her left was supporting her on my seat. Moaning sounds of enjoyment came from Annie – she was usually a quiet lover - and then she began noisily slurping at my cock letting it drop from her mouth then sucking it back in to take it deeply. The feeling was incredible. I turned right into the parking lot. Cars were all around us and lots of people were hurrying by us to their cars as I tried to concentrate on finding a parking spot. Annie’s head was bobbing rapidly up and down my shaft and I could feel pressure building as she increased the tempo of the stroking. I signaled with my blinker as a sedan pulled away, pulled in and with a sigh of relief, put the Explorer in park. Annie continued her passionate blow job and I knew I was only moments away from coming in her mouth. “My god, Annie, that’s good. I’m going to come… just keeping sucking like that”, I encouraged her. “Well, then I’d better stop”, she sat up quickly letting my cock drop from her mouth. She was grinning from ear to ear. She leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth gliding her tongue over my lips in a sensuous circle. “Let’s go see a movie”, and with that, she turned, opened the door and stepped out of the truck. I was left sitting, seat belt still on, behind the wheel, my cock pulsing expectantly in the air as if it was looking for Annie’s mouth. I looked at my wife standing in the parking lot for a few more seconds before I slowly crammed my erection back into my pants and stepped out of the Explorer. We must be quite the sight, I thought to myself. Me, flushed and with an obvious erection tenting my khaki’s and Annie in a short skirt and a tight t-shirt with her nipples poking out. We walked hand in hand to the busy lobby of the theatre, smiles wide on both our faces. Her heels clicking on the pavement were announcing us to everyone and I began to notice how both men and women were watching Annie walk. Ten minutes later we were walking into one of the theatres to see the latest action flick. Annie’s hand was resting playfully on my ass and she was ‘steering’ me as we entered the darkened room. The relentless commercials were playing as people found seats. Annie pushed me up the stairs and suggested we sit near the back. I was literally in her hands so I complied without question and marched up to the top row. Annie chose seats in the left corner. An older grey-haired man occupied the aisle seat but the remaining 7 seats were open. I noticed as Annie stepped in front of him how he stared at her nipples – they were very visible in the air-conditioned coolness of the theatre. We settled down for the movie with me sitting in the corner seat against the wall. Annie raised the arm rest between us and cuddled into me, my right arm around her shoulder, hand resting on her hip. The movie was loud and violent with lots of explosions, gunfire, and vehicles crashing in impossible ways. It became obvious within minutes that Annie wasn’t interested in the movie. She had once again freed my cock from its confines and was slowly stroking it erect. I was nervous about sex in public like this but not surprisingly, my worries quickly evaporated as her hands worked magic on my dick. By the time the movie heroine had miraculously survived her first encounter with a dozen heavily armed thugs; my hips were involuntarily responding to Annie’s vigorous hand job. Anne looked at me as her left hand guided my hand from her hip to her breast. I immediately began a gentle massage of her nipple and aureole, feeling it immediately respond to my touch. The movie had shifted to a peaceful, daytime scene and I was acutely aware of the silence as the heroine met a supporter in a park. Glancing to my right, I noticed that the man sitting in our aisle had moved closer towards us leaving one empty seat between himself and Annie. Annie glanced up when I started to cover myself up in response to this intrusion. She looked at the man who had invaded our intimate space, noticing that he was older, perhaps in his sixties. She sat up but did not remove her hand from my cock. For some foolish reason, I was pretending to watch the movie but I noticed, peripherally, that the man was looking at Annie and smiling. She leaned over towards him and I saw a quick exchange of whispers following by Annie nodding. The scene shifted in the movie again and the theater darkened but I was sure that the man had winked at Annie as she returned to lean against me. I was confused by this and whispered, “What was that about?” Annie’s only response was “Shhhh… watch the movie.”, as she returned to stroking my cock while resting her head on my chest. With her body between us, I was pretty sure that the old man couldn’t see what Annie was doing so I slowly relaxed back into her hand job. As the next action scene developed, Annie would increase both the pressure and the tempo of her right hand as if she was following the build up of the suspense. My own right hand had returned to her breast and I could hear Annie’s breathing increase as her excitement grew. Her hand left my cock and went to her mouth. The next stroke was lubricated with her saliva and it was exquisite – I could feel the tension of the orgasm beginning to build within me. I looked down and noticed that her left hand was buried under her skirt and her fingers were busy pumping in and out of her own pussy. Annie was silent as her own excitement grew but an involuntary moan escaped from me just as a moment of silent high-tension played on the screen in front of us. I looked around to see if we had been detected. The old man to Annie’s right was staring at us or more specifically, at Annie’s ass. I followed his gaze and discovered the source of this attention. At some point Annie’s skirt had ridden up and was no longer covering her wonderful rear. But even more shockingly, Annie was naked under her skirt. Her ass cheeks were completely exposed to this stranger. My balls were tightening as my orgasm approached and I looked back towards the old man. He smiled back at me with a full set of perfect teeth, (probably false teeth, I thought) and I finally noticed his own activity. He was jerking himself off quickly. His own dick shone in the reflected light as his fist pumped up and down in a blur. I looked back to him and he gave me a big ‘thumbs up’ sign with his other hand. Glancing down, in a strange and confused combination of anger, lust and shame, I could see that Annie’s head was lowering to my cock. I looked up at the movie just as the token sex scene was climaxing, the leather-bound heroine experiencing the ultimate ‘Hollywood’ sex act in the arms of a dispensable and soon-to-be-dead lover. I looked over at the old man, and his eyes were closed as he reached his lonely climax. And then I looked down at my wife of fifteen years. She was silently coming on her own hand as her other hand caused my surging cock to come for the third time today. I closed my eyes as I came, groaning at the same time that the onscreen couple moaned. In those few seconds, as my cock spurted come onto Annie’s face and mouth, I replayed the earlier orgasm that had been forced out of me by our mystery rapists. The final twitches of my cock were encouraged by Annie’s lips and tongue. My head relaxed back into the seats headrest and I felt contentment course through my body. Annie sat up beside me. She had quickly tucked my softening cock back into my pants. I glanced to my right – the old man had vanished. “So, what’s the movie about?” she asked giggling like a teenager. She was quietly licking the little come that had escaped her from her fingers. Another jolt of eroticism when through me as my memory snapped another permanent picture of Annie. “Shhhh, watch the movie”, I cleverly answered. Annie sat back and we held hands watching the fantasy heroine survive several more assaults before winning a bloody victory over some evil genius. We kissed frequently letting our lips and tongues touch gently and when the movie ended, we waited for a few minutes while the crowd filed out. We joined the exiting queue and enjoyed the shared secret of our public intimacy by walking together, our bodies as close as we could manage. The crowd grew as we got closer to the lobby doors and a murmur passed through the crowd. It was raining, in fact, there was a downpour underway. We worked our way through the crowd to the doorway. Annie looked at me for just a moment and then slowly and gracefully stepped through. She was almost instantly drenched. Her t-shirt became transparent exposing her breasts to the crowd standing inside the glass front of the lobby. I was aware of the stir that went through the dozens of people that could see her. If she had simply turned and ran for the car, it would have been simply memorable for the onlookers. But instead, she turned and faced me. She stood upright, arms relaxed and by her sides, one foot slightly in front of the other. There was no indication of any kind that she was even aware of the rain pelting down on her. As her cotton skirt soaked through it started to stick to her thighs and still she stood there relaxed. She raised her hand to me and beckoned that I join her. I walked outside to the rain, fully aware that a hundred pairs of eyes were watching us. When I reached her, she took my hand in hers then she turned slowly, as if she was on a model’s runway and we strolled slowly to the Explorer. The drive home was quiet. I think Annie had shocked herself with her exhibitionist act, but I frequently stole glances at her to admire her breasts. By the time we were home we were both cold and shivering despite running the Explorer’s heater – we stripped in the hallway and walked naked to the shower adjoining our bedroom. A tremor ran through me when I entered our bedroom. I involuntarily looked around expecting to see some kind of evidence of the sexual predators who had bound and raped us the previous night. Nothing was out of place. Annie, not noticing my anxiety, had walked into our bathroom and turned on the shower - I could see the first wisps of steam coming from the bathroom. I stood surveying our bedroom. My newly heightened senses caused me to see details I hadn’t noticed in years – the lush, satin material on the pillow in our overstuffed stair; a tiny crack in the stippled ceiling. It was the same bedroom where Annie and I had slept together for the past five years. It was the same bedroom in which we had made comfortable, routine love every week. But last night, it had changed to a place of dangerous excitement, invaded by the unknown strangers who had drugged and raped us. In my mind, I saw the four-poster bed and the chair as bondage racks that promised new explorations of pain and pleasure. Annie called to me. “Hey Dan, I’m lonely. Come and wash my hair.” We didn’t shower or bath together frequently – that was a pleasure that we usually reserved for our vacations. Despite an emerging sense of exhaustion, I felt the stirrings of anticipation as I stood in the bathroom admiring my naked Annie through the glass of the shower door. She was indeed a beautiful woman, and as the steam clouded my view, I watched the water run over her body, rivulets dropping from her breasts. I opened the door and joined her, embracing under the water. The heat and steam drained me of any remaining energy. We washed each other while embracing, sliding soap sensuously over our chests and backs. Annie washed my ass carefully and ran her fingers deeply between the cheeks. Her fingers rubbed gently over my anus and I shuddered at the reminder of the pleasure and pain I had felt the previous night. We kissed deeply and tenderly, our lips open and our tongues gliding together. As she washed my genitals, I felt mild arousal but no building urgency. Annie smiled but had no expectation of me – she thought that I had already come a half-dozen times in the past 24 hours. Annie showed the same contentment when I cleaned her pussy. We continued to hold each other as the hot water ran over us. She took my face in her hands and I held her hips tightly to me as she kissed me deeply. We toweled off quickly, and slipped under the covers of our bed. We were asleep almost instantly, naked, legs and arms entwined, our lips not quite touching. Annie sleepily whispered “I love you” as her breathing eased into a relaxed rhythm. The last conscious thing I remember was how odd a feeling it was to be without any hair ‘down there’…. Sight & Sound Ch. 03 To all the readers who sent me feedback for Sight and Sound, THANK YOU! If you haven’t read Chapter 1, this story will make a whole lot more sense if you start at the beginning. As every reader at Lit knows, we writers are complete sluts for feedback – so please read, comment, vote, and PM me. During the night I had The Dream for the first time. It’s a funny thing about dreams – there is so much clarity but only in spots. It’s like you’re watching a movie through a pinhole. I’ve had The Dream so many times since that Saturday night that I can script it. There isn’t really any background or setting in The Dream. There isn’t any smoke or mist. There are no buildings or castles or corridors. There is no sky or temperature. At the beginning of The Dream there is just me and Annie and the pulsing beat of a soundless vibration – some unknown deep bass drum that is relentlessly repeating but without the detail of the sound itself. Annie is in front of me, running fast. I’m running too but I can’t catch her. We’re not going anywhere because there are no features in this place – we’re just running aimlessly – out of FEAR. That first realization hits me hard and I double my efforts to catch up to Annie. I can see her clearly, the muscles of her legs flexing to lift each stride from the ground. She’s not wearing much – I can see her perfect cheeks bouncing. It’s then that I become aware of how much effort it is to run – I’m using all of my energy and I can’t go any faster. The FEAR grows as I realize that I won’t be able to escape and I shout at Annie to run faster. She doesn’t turn around, doesn’t acknowledge my futile attempt to help her in any way – she just keeps running. The first pursuer touches my shoulder, a second hand grabs my leg, and I suddenly can’t move at all. Hands envelop me from behind and I’m held fast, my heart pounding in perfect beat with the bass drum that is still relentlessly repeating. I scream for Annie to run. She stops and turns towards me and in an instant she is in front me, seductively smiling and brushing the hair away from her eyes. She is naked and her glistening breasts are heaving, reaching out towards me. She is staring at me with the intensity of a tiger, scanning my body, sizing me up for whatever will come next. And in a blink, she is on me swallowing my cock to its base. In The Dream, I feel everything – the hotness of her mouth, the tight suction of her throat, and rapid strokes of her tongue as she rides my cock with her mouth. But I am strangely detached from the pleasure; it’s there but without the excitement and the growing urge. I’m on my back now, held down by my unseen captors and she is sucking me at an impossible speed – I can see her lips surrounding my cock, gripping the shaft and exposing almost every swollen inch on each stroke. I know there will be no eruption, no orgasm from this impossible stimulation and in an instant, she has changed position. She is on top me, and my huge cock is now totally inserted in her pussy. Our eyes are locked and as Annie pounds up and down on me, her face is twisted in a strange blend of anger and anticipation. Sometimes in the Dream, she screams at me while she is hammering herself onto my cock – “FUCK ME, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! FUCK ME HARDER. MAKE ME CUM, YOU STUPID DICK!”. Other times, there is no sound at all in The Dream. I have the feeling that this goes on for hours with her coming on me over and over without tiring or stopping. I always notice that the rhythm of her fucking is perfectly timed with the bass drum beat in the background. And then the Horror happens. I finally look down between us and see her for what she really is. She has a cock, an impossibly huge cock and it’s as hard as steel and pointing right at me. As she bounces up and down on me the cock grows larger and slaps against my stomach. My unseen captors are holding me roughly now for Annie’s assault, spreading my legs for her entry. She enters my ass completely and violently on the first stroke, driving this massive phallus deep inside me. As her face comes down to meet me, she bites my lip, pulling and twisting on the sensitive flesh. I can feel the pain rolling through me and as I scream silently, the insane laughter surrounds me. I know a crowd is watching and although I can’t make them out, I feel their familiarity. The shame combines with my fear and as this ass-fucking continues, Annie becomes a muscular, unrecognizable hulking man-thing. I finally start struggling but it’s futile because I start shrinking in size, surrounded by wild, undefined creatures that are sexually devouring me. I’ve had The Dream so often that at this point I feel relief because this is how the Dream ends in a sort of “fade to grey” effect. Sometimes, I start right into another dream – a ‘regular’ dream but the first time I had The Dream that didn’t happen. That Sunday morning, I awoke suddenly, my feet thrashing under the sheet. Annie was sleeping soundly beside me, her face a portrait of beautiful serenity. I was breathing heavily and my heart was racing. I was fully alert, searching the room for the intruders. I sat up quickly and as I calmed down and saw that the sun was rising with no trace of last night’s rainstorm, I checked the time – 6:05 A.M. The Dream was fresh in my memory and unlike many dreams, it wasn’t dissolving back to my subconscious mind. I had slept naked, as had Annie, and as she rolled to her back and stretched, the sheet slid off her shoulders exposing her breasts. Her nipples were hard and right then, I realized that so was I. In fact, it felt like a fucking steel beam was sprouting from my groin. My cock was completely engorged, the head a pulsing purple colour – it was pointing directly at my face, as if it wanted to repeat Friday’s experience. I noticed again that every one of my senses was sharpened. I saw the colours and the textures of every object in the bedroom as I glanced around. I noticed the reflection of sunlight on our balcony window. I could smell Annie stirring next to me, her natural scent dominating the faded sweetness of the perfume she had worn last night. The clock was ticking ; three different birds were singing outside, and in the far distance, a low rumble of a truck faded away. My view of the world had permanently changed after Friday night. My mind was trying to compose how I would tell Annie what had really happened to her that night. I felt intense guilt for not telling Annie the truth the previous day. But some twisted feeling of stoic protectiveness balanced the guilt. I knew the truth was my burden to carry. I knew that revealing it would irreparably harm Annie. I knew that it was inevitable that the truth would come out. “Good morning”, Annie smiled radiantly – I instantly focused on her beauty. “I can’t remember when I’ve felt this good.” Her eyes locked on mine and then as she looked down from my face, she saw my cock. “My God, look at that! What a wonderful surprise to wake up to.” She sat up and reached for it with both hands, her lips coming to within an inch of mine. “I am the luckiest woman in the world. We are going to spend the rest of our lives making love and I promise you that we will experience everything, every pleasure that we can imagine. Friday night, you brought me to a new place, Dan. I know things have gotten a little boring for us in the past few years but that ended Friday. From now on, it’s going to be an adventure – a sort of continual orgasm for both of us. God, I love you – I love you so very much.” Annie was gently stroking my cock with both hands. I wanted to tell her. I really wanted to tell her the truth. But the only thing that I said was… “I love you, Annie. I love you.” My mind had synchronized with my cock and I centred on the throbbing in my balls. Annie was increasing the tempo of her hand job and then she kissed me, her tongue sliding over my lips in a slow circle before teasingly touching the tip of mine. Her lips slid across mine – not pressing with the urgency that I use but carefully and sensuously touching every part of my mouth. Her hands stroked my cock with more pressure and I gave myself up to Annie’s lust. She pulled away, smiling that incredible smile. “I’ve got to have your cock inside me. Right now!” As I sat up to roll on top of her, she surprised me by pushing me down onto the bed. In a second, she was straddling me, flashing me a momentary glimpse of her naked pussy. She was sitting on my stomach and as she grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed, a wave of panic raced through me. I resisted instinctively but Annie leaned forward above me and guided one hardened nipple to my mouth. “Suck my tits, Dan. Bite them and don’t be gentle. I want a little of what you gave me Friday night.” Her pussy was sliding in tight circles on my belly and her tits were lightly slapping my face and mouth. She was breathing hard with the slightest of moans and I as I sucked her nipple, she groaned – “Oh that’s good, we’re going to spend the rest of our lives fucking and sucking like this. Do that again. Harder!” I bit down gently on the nipple unsure of how much pressure to use. “Harder!” As my teeth slowly grasped the swollen flesh of her nipple, she raised up over me, stretching her breast. “Yes. That’s good! Now the other one!” Her hips were rocking now and my cock was bobbing expectantly in between the cheeks of her ass. She released one of my wrists, reached down and guided my cock to her pussy. “Put that in me! Get that hard cock inside me, NOW!” , she ordered. She raised her hips and with the head poised between the lips of her pussy, she paused for a second and then drove herself down onto my erection. “OHHHH…” she wailed. “ OH FUCK. THAT’S GOOD. You’re filling me up with that cock, Danny. I’m going to come all over your dick…..” She didn’t pause for a moment, Annie started an intense fucking – bouncing up and down and rolling her hips to make sure her clit pressed against my public bone. We were both shaved and as Annie’s juice spread between us, the intensity of the sensation grew. We slid up and down against each other experiencing an incredibly slippery fuck. “OHHH FUCK… OH FUCK….” she groaned. As the pressure built deep at the base of my balls, I finally joined in the discussion. “Fuck me, Annie. You are so fucking wet. Fuck me harder, Baby!” “Grab my tits! Pull on them!!!.... Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck!!!!” Annie’s head was thrown back as she rode me, her eyes closed. I pinched both nipples with my fingers and began to roughly pull on them, pulling them in circles, faster and faster. “OH DANNY!!! OH GOD!!! I’m COMING!!!! OH Fuuuuccccckkkk!!!!”, Annie yelled as her body jerked in rapid spasms. She came in a wrenching orgasm that passed through her into me as a series of waves, her pussy contracting in pulses around my cock. That triggered me and I felt the come explode through my cock back into her. I bucked up into her on each eruption, my hands grasping her ass desperately trying to press us even closer together. I couldn’t speak – the only sound that I could make was a guttural, primitive grunt. Her moaning mixed with mine as the third and fourth stream of juice shot into her. She rocked up one last time until only the tip of my cock was resting against her pussy lips, held that position for a few seconds and then collapsed down on me with a huge sigh. I was buried as deep in her as I had ever been. I could sense every breath and pulse of her body. As the sexual tension drained away from us, we seemed to mould to each other, completely satiated for the time being. My hands were holding Anne’s ass cheeks, her arms were wrapped around my neck and she was breathing softly against my neck. I noticed the smell of sex around us… something that I had never before noticed. As my eyes drifted to the alarm clock, I was surprised that it wasn’t quite 6:30. Quickies weren’t our style, at least not for the past 10 years, but we had just experienced one of the truly memorable fucks of our lives together. Annie shifted her weight on top of me. “Are you taking some kind of new pill that I don’t know about?”, she grinned. “That was incredible. I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you as long as we’re doing things like that.” I sleepily responded, “It was nothing Babe, you did all the hard work this time.” “The only thing hard about this was your cock, Danny boy”. And with that she lifted off me, slid down my body and engulfed my softening cock noisily. I jumped again as her tongue started cleaning my balls. Annie had never really enjoyed tasting my come or even her own for that matter but since Friday night, she had acquired a serious taste for sexual juices. In a few moments, she had licked and sucked me clean and climbed on top of me once more. “We taste incredible! Do you want some?” and without waiting for a response she kissed me wetly, her tongue thrusting deep into my mouth. She was right, we did taste incredible. She sat upright and stretched her arms above her head. She watched me as I stared at her beautiful full breasts, still flushed with an orgasmic rash. “Well as I see it we have an important choice to make right now.” she pronounced with all seriousness. “Do we continue this in bed here, right now, until we fuck ourselves to death? Or do you get up and cook us breakfast?” “Do you want omelets or French Toast?” I answered back. Annie chose omelets as she rolled off me and headed to the bathroom. I noticed that she was rubbing her pussy as she was walked away, massaging our juice around the outside lips. As I got up, it occurred to me that Annie was going to give herself another orgasm as I was preparing our breakfast. I smiled, threw on some shorts and a t-shirt and happily headed to the sunny kitchen to complete my husbandly duties. In minutes, the omelet was cooking up nicely and I had a few strips of bacon sizzling in another pan. Coffee was brewing and I had sliced up a grapefruit to complete the morning menu. That’s when I noticed the patio door was unlocked. Anxiety flooded back into me and a physical wave of fear tore through me. I had the presence of mind to turn down the burners before grabbing one of the carving knives. I walked towards the patio door scanning the rest of the living/dining room area for the threat. Anger, nearly rage, grew in me and I hoped that I would find them this time. In moments, I had locked the door, checked the front door, and visited the basement, the den and the guest bedroom. There were no intruders and there would be no valiant fight to protect my wife from further harm. I walked down the hall towards our bedroom and as I neared the door, I heard Annie moaning quietly. As I peered around the door frame, I could see her in the shower reflected in the bathroom mirror. She was leaning against the far shower wall, her back to the mirror. Her legs were spread wide and her knees were slightly bent but what brought my cock back to life was the black dildo that she was stroking in and out of her pussy. Annie was somewhere else, groaning quietly and flexing her legs slowly up and down as she twisted the silicon cock in and out of her pussy. I could hear her take a sharp breath as she pushed the dildo up into her body and a quiet ‘uuhhhhhh’ sound as she squeezed the cock downwards out of her pussy. With the shower set to gentle and the water directed into the corner of the shower, I could see her clearly in the mirror. Her ass was exposed and bright pink from the hot water. It reminded me of how she looked when I untied her on Friday night. As her tempo slowly increased, so did the wiggling of her ass. It had only been about 15 minutes since I had erupted inside her but my cock was rock hard again, straining against my shorts. I took a step towards her to join her in the shower but suddenly stopped when I remembered the carving knife in my hand. That would have been hard to explain, I thought, as I quickly returned to kitchen and put the knife away. I strode back to the bathroom stripping off my t-shirt and shorts as I walked, once again enflamed with lust. Entering the bathroom naked with my erection leading the way, I stopped at the shower and watched Annie continue her own assault on her pussy. She was standing upright now still facing the wall, one hand alternating between her tits and her clit, the other hand quickly pumping the dildo in and out. The only sound other than running water, was a quiet but rapid “uh, uh, uh” as she worked towards her orgasm. I was stroking my cock aggressively, squeezing and twisting as I worked myself into a sexual frenzy. Annie bent at the waist again as she worked the dildo deeper into her pussy. She was moaning continuously, a low groan of passion punctuated by short, sharp intakes of air. I knew she was getting close to coming and that’s when I moved towards her. She screamed a little when I grabbed her tits from behind but relaxed quickly as my two hands grabbed and twisted her slippery nipples. My cock found its way naturally between her legs where I could feel her hand pumping the dildo in and out. I let go of one tit and placed my thumb between her cheeks directly on the bud of her ass. “Yessssssss”, she groaned as I pushed my thumb into her ass. There was only a little resistance, with Annie continuing to pump herself towards orgasm, every part of her body was open to receiving something hard. Her left hand encircled my cock and I almost came as she began lubricating me with some lotion. I pulled back and Annie bent her knees slightly to lower her ass a few inches… I positioned my cock at her ass and began to slowly push through the muscular ring. Annie had other plans. She braced her legs a little wider and pushed back quickly, slamming my cock into her ass. “Goddddddddd”, she screamed. But she didn’t stop. She began rocking herself on my cock. She wasn’t talking very clearly but I made out something about pulling her tits. I reached around her and start pinching both nipples, twisting and pulling them roughly. The feeling of being inside her ass was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was hot and so very, very tight. I looked down between us and watched as half of my engorged cock became exposed before Annie rocked towards me, burying it back into her ass. It was her rhythm that I remember most clearly. Each downward push was punctuated with a moaning grunt and as she pulled away more slowly she inhaled deeply anticipating the next stroke. I could feel everything but I wasn’t aware of anything. I was a pounding rod, hammering into my woman’s ass. Perhaps it was adrenaline still coursing through me from the patio door scare or perhaps this sex act had tapped into all the primitive aggression that was hidden deep within me. Whatever it was, it exploded out of me. I grabbed Annie’s hips and bellowed something unintelligible. I started fucking her – this wasn’t love making. I had no interest in her pleasure. I needed to possess this woman with my cock. I was thrusting with such force that Annie had to protect her head by resting it on her hands. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head roughly back towards me. And my speed increased I leaned towards her ear… “You’re mine. I am going to fuck you whenever I want. I am going to fuck you in the ass, in your cunt and in your mouth, whenever I want. You’re mine.”, I growled. Annie was moaning pretty much continually. She had moved one hand between her legs and was fingering her clit roughly. “SAY IT!” I ordered. “I’m yours. I’ll do everything you want. I’m your fuck toy. Do it! Fuck me harder!”, Annie whispered back. “Please. Please. Please make me come. Fuck my ass and make me come!” Something snapped deep inside me right then. The rage took over and I lost all sense of myself, I bellowed some deep animal roar as I continued to thrust into her ass. I began slapping her ass on each stroke – hard biting slaps that echoed in the confines of the bathroom. She punctuated each slap with an answering cry of pain and pleasure. I was taking this woman, this fuck toy, violently. I yelled in triumph again as I came burying my cock as deep as I could into her ass. The final couple of slaps took Annie over the edge and she came in a crying groan. Perhaps she was calling for help as she came, I wasn’t sure and I didn’t care. Her knees buckled and I grabbed her waist, holding her to me as my cock spasmed again. Annie was moaning and panting trying to gather air into her lungs. As my ‘normal’ self regained control of my mind, I felt an overwhelming sense of grief, shame, and remorse. I knew in my heart that I had just assaulted Annie with the same enthusiasm that the intruders had on Friday night. I knew I would never ever be able to hold her in my arms again without remembering this moment. I stepped back and slowly pulled out. A last, evil thrill coursed through me as her stretched anal ring released my cock. Sight & Sound Ch. 04 Its been a while but to the readers who recently read Sight and Sound and PM'd me, thank you for the inspiration to pick up story again. To any new readers, I selfishly recommend that you start at the beginning of Sight and Sound. Really. Don't read a single word of Chapter 4 – Go Directly to Chapter 1. Right now. Please. Now that you're caught up, Dan is continuing his story about the events of many years ago that altered his life. _________________________________________ Annie and I slowly regained the ability to stand. My mind was racing, trying to focus on understanding the changes that just happened within me. Annie stood and leaned backwards against me, her naked body warm and pink from both the shower and the unbelievable fucking we had just experienced. She turned towards me, looked up and kissed me softly on the mouth. We held that position for a while – perhaps as long as 30 seconds. "I need to eat breakfast," she whispered as she reluctantly turned away from me. "Give me 10 minutes," I stepped to the bathroom doorway, struggled into my shorts and t-shirt that were laying on the hall floor and headed to the kitchen to rescue the omelets. Thoughts and images were tumbling around in my head as I worked to get breakfast ready. The image from Saturday afternoon, when I had first freed my eyes from the blindfold and discovered my Annie, tied and sexually assaulted in our bedroom, flashed over and over like a strobing slide show. Annie still didn't know that I was not the one responsible for the dildo that was left in her ass, or the nipple clamps, or the spanking that had left her cheeks flaming red. She didn't know that I hadn't drugged her. She didn't know that it wasn't my cock that had fucked her or my come that she had swallowed. She didn't know that I had been bound and expertly ass-fucked as well and that I had exploded with an orgasm that filled my mouth with my own come. Annie didn't know that I had enjoyed every second of the assault thinking it was her dominating, teasing and finally fucking me. All that Annie knew was that I had given her the most glorious and exciting sexual experience of her life on Friday night. When I had awoken and freed her on Saturday, she had overwhelmed me with love and gratitude before I could say a word. She had sucked me with a newfound enthusiasm, mounted me and ridden me hard until we both came. In the next 24 hours, she had gone down on me while we were driving to the local movie complex. While the movie played she had sucked me dry while a stranger watched from a few seats away. And Annie had put on an uncharacteristic show of exhibitionism by walking slowly through a downpour, drenched to the skin in what had become transparent clothing. Sunday morning we had made love with intense passion when we had woken up early and only 20 minutes later, I had become a brutal animal and fucked her ass, once again bringing Annie to a numbing, intense, mind-blowing orgasm. I hadn't told Annie the truth. I couldn't tell Annie the truth. These memories of our sexual frenzy during the weekend were intermingled with the anger and fear of the unknown people who had taken us so completely. The only clue that I had was a plain business card that had been left at our front door sometime on Saturday. I wasn't even sure if the person who had left the card had anything to do with our assault. Who were these people? How had they managed to do this to us? Why? How could I find them? What could I do when I did find them? So many questions – continually racing through my mind. Annie joined me in the kitchen just as I began serving the breakfast. She had slipped into a short summer dress and she smiled radiantly as she looked over the breakfast table. Her eyes sparkled with life drawing my attention away from her legs. "That is wonderful! First a couple of great fucks and now great food. I don't deserve this type of treatment, Dan,", she said as she sat down and eagerly started eating. As I poured the coffee, I could see down the low neckline of Annie's dress at those amazing breasts and I knew that she deserved this treatment and more. I was a lucky, lucky man. Small talk punctuated by smiles and a couple of intimate laughs dominated breakfast and eased my mind. It was a sunny Sunday and we made plans to picnic in the hills close to our suburb. We sat together not across from each other in our usual places. It struck me once again that another of our routine habits had changed. Annie speared a final piece of grapefruit with a fork and slowly raised it to her mouth. Her right hand rested lightly on mine and she was staring at me intently as I told her what type of wine we should bring on the picnic. As I went on about cheese, crackers, and melons, she slowly sucked the juice from the grapefruit, opened her lips slightly and let the juice run down her chin. My eyes following the line of the juice as it gathered on her chin. She looked up and allowed the liquid to continue downwards along her neck and onto her chest. My conversation had tailed off as the juice finally disappeared under the neckline of her dress between her breasts. "Oops," she grinned, "How sloppy of me. Can you help me get cleaned up?" Annie turned on her chair towards me and in a second, her foot was on the table in front of me. I looked down examining a part of her that I hadn't ever found sexy before. Her toes were smooth and perfect, each highlighted with red polish. She raised her foot to me and I cradled it with my hands. As I lowered my mouth to her toes, I looked down the beautiful leg. Her dress had ridden up to her thigh and I had a clear view of her pussy. The lips were swelling again and there was already a hint of glistening moisture. I sucked and licked her toes gently and was rewarded with a deep sigh and a quiet moan. I made love to her feet that Sunday morning for the first time in our lives. I sucked on her big toe and twirled my tongue around it a few times, and then my lips and tongue slid between the toes before surrounding the next one. I remember clearly, how surprised I was as I thought, She really likes this. Annie had slouched down in the chair a little and her arms were raised over her head. She was squirming a little and moaning a lot as I continued this foot worship. My hands were gently massaging her ankle and calf, slowing sliding with gentle pressure up her leg towards her knee. Every time I glanced up from her foot, I had a wonderful view of her pussy. The lips were swelling rapidly and I could see the obvious glistening of her juice as her excitement grew. "That feels wonderful, Dan. Why haven't you done this before?" she murmured. Her eyes were closed and her head rested on the padded back of the chair. I could sense that her squirming was taking on an urgent purpose – she was rolling her hips slightly. As I completed my exploration of her toes, I let go of her foot and quickly grabbed the other one. Her left leg remained resting on the kitchen table as I began to suck, kiss, and lick the right foot. I stood up this time and bent over to better explore her leg. I remember how her skin felt, the smoothness and the warmth delighted me. I began to suck her big toe in the same way she had sucked my cock earlier and Annie responded immediately. "Oh god. I can't believe that I'm getting this horny again. What have you done to me?" she moaned loudly and began caressing her breasts. Her hands were gently rubbing each breast in a circle not touching nipples. Her dress had fallen "up" around her hips now and I had a clear view. Her naked pussy was wet, a droplet was forming at the base of her opening and I knew right then that I could do anything to her that I wanted. She had shifted on the chair again and her legs had opened – the smell of her excitement and our previous rounds of sex hit me as once again, as my senses tuned in. I could hear her breathing taking on a sharper and stronger rhythm. I began working my way up her leg, first licking then a light suck and finally a gentle bite. When I reached her knee, I dropped to my knees. I gently lifted her leg above me and kissed her on the back of her knee, running my tongue in small circles around the area. This brought an instant gasp and a quiet "ohhhhh" from my wife. And then I had reached her perfect thighs I held one leg in my hand and she grasped her other behind the knee as I first licked, then kissed this smoothest of all areas on her body. She shuddered as I ran my lips in long strokes up the inside of her thigh. Each stroke ended closer to her swelling pussy. I switched to her other leg and repeated the stimulation by licking lightly up towards her pussy. Annie was moaning again and squirming continuously on the cushioned chair. She slouched further down towards me trying to bring her open pussy lips to my mouth. I continued to tease her with sucking kisses and the rapid flicking of my tongue on her thigh. "Oh god... please, please lick me. Please lick my clit. I need your tongue on me. Pleaasse.", she begged. Annie was pulling on her nipples now and it startled me how rough she handled them. She twisted each nipple and stretched them upwards in circles. It struck me that I hadn't ever come anywhere near to stimulating her nipples the way she wanted. I was only a few inches from obeying her but I continued to tease her. I licked the outside of her larger lips, following by soft blowing. Annie rested her right calf on my shoulder and her left leg was spread wide but remained on the kitchen table. Every inch of her pussy was a gaping, open invitation for sex and I could see the remnants of our last fuck in the shower oozing from her ass. I trailed my tongue over her mound just an inch above her clit. She rolled her hips to bring me on top of her button but I continued down the other side of her pussy, this time sucking her lips into my mouth and flicking my tongue quickly over the soft flesh. Her entire sex had taken on a very dark pink hue - almost a brown; her juices were flowing freely and coating my face as I licked the sensitive flesh between her pussy and her ass. She groaned in sexual agony, a pleading groan. She slid down even more in the chair, the top of her hips supporting her weight in the chair. Suddenly, she grabbed my head with both hands winding her fingers around my hair. "FINISH ME OFF, DANNY. MAKE ME COME.", she yelled. Rather than doing what she wanted, I held my face only an inch above her clit. It was swollen, pink and throbbing totally exposed for any kind of stimulation. She was pulling my head down, trying to force me onto her clit. Instead I slid two fingers of my right hand into her gaping hole. I will always remember the sound of my fingers squishing into my wife's engorged pussy. She jerked upwards with a scream and I began a rapid and hard massage of the swollen area a couple of inches inside her. Annie started a rhythmic grunting, "Uhhh, Uhhh, Uhhh" as I pumped my fingers in and around her g-spot. She was completely tensed up, leaning forward towards me, eyes closed, hands still gripping my hair and head. I stopped the pumping, began a heavy circular massage and lowered my mouth onto her clit. The effect was explosive. "Commminnnnnngggg! I'm coming!" she screamed. Her legs stiffened straight, her feet and toes pointed to the ceiling and she held onto to my head tightly with both hands. She literally rocked on my face as I drove my tongue up and down along her clit. She began ejaculating and stream after stream sprayed on my face. I glanced up at her as I continued to stroke her with my tongue. Her face was a mask of intense pleasure, teeth clenched, eyes closed. There was a hint of relaxation but I continued the double stimulation of my fingers and my tongue and she came again, her whole body rippling in my hands. I actually felt her pussy walls contract in pulses on my fingers. "More, more, more" were the only other words – not a demand from Annie but a description of what was happening to her. She relaxed a second time and I gently removed my fingers from her pussy. My tongue continued a gentle stroking of her clit. Suddenly, she spasmed again, this time rolling forward out of the chair and towards me. We landed on the kitchen floor, me on my back, with my face still firmly planted on her pussy. I was drenched, literally dripping from her juices. Annie was lying on top of me legs spread out around my chest. She was completely limp, her breathing coming in long, noisy inhalations. Neither of us moved. We simply lay where we had landed, completely disconnected from the outside world. I pictured the image from the doorway – a man lying on this back on the kitchen floor and a woman, legs spread and prone over him lying face down – and laughed. It was contagious and Annie laughed with me. She slowly crawled off me and we sat cross-legged on the floor facing each other. "This is isn't normal," Annie grinned. "It's not even 9am and you've done me three times." "I can stop if you want me to," I grinned back. Annie's pager bleeped from the other room. She looked towards the alert and back at me. "I'm on call today. I'll have to go check with the answering service." She stood, pivoted away me and with legs spread, bent down and looked at me from between her legs. As she smiled and waved a mock good bye, her other hand flipped up her dress exposing her ass and pussy to me for one last viewing. I grinned from ear to ear in response as Annie stood and in an exaggerated model walk, gracefully walked out the kitchen entrance and turned down the hall out of sight. I began the after-breakfast clean up with a smile on my face. Twenty minutes later as I relaxed on the deck reading the paper, Annie reappeared. She had transformed from my new partner in sex into the area's leading small-animal doctor. She was wearing khaki's, sensible shoes and a conservative black blouse. Her hair was tied back and she was carrying her bag. "Honey, we'll have to postpone the picnic. Sounds like surgery. A German Shepard has swallowed something he shouldn't have. I'll probably be gone until mid to late afternoon." She leaned down to me, kissed me with her open and warm mouth, whispered softly, "I love you" and walked towards the garage. One more chance to admire her ass as she walked away from me. After Annie left, I briefly returned to the paper but it wasn't long before I was totally focused on Friday night. I spent the next hour keeping busy with housework. Eventually, my cleaning efforts led me to our bedroom and before long I was looking at the instruments that had been used to restrain us. Neatly arranged in a dresser drawer were the cuffs for ankles and wrists. Nipple clamps, blindfolds, and the ear protectors completed the bondage kit. And right beside these in the drawer were the two dildos I had first pulled from my wife only yesterday. An involuntary shudder went through me as I handled the larger black silicon cock. I wondered if this was the object that had thrust into my ass triggering my enormous ejaculation. It repulsed me to realize that my own cock was hardening as I recalled the intensity of that fucking. The ringing of our doorbell brought me back to real life, and I quickly placed the silicon cock back in the drawer. In less than half a minute I was opening the door. Whoever had rung the bell was already gone. A courier package was placed on the doorstep. I picked it up while looking around suspiciously for the deliverer. With no sign of anyone, I closed and locked the door and examined the package. It was addressed to me with no indication of the origin. I removed the outer courier package and found a white box without labeling of any kind. It took a knife to remove the sealing tape and inside was a clear case and CD also without labels or markings. I was both curious and nervous as I walked to my office. Years ago, I was a software professional and at that time, I was making a pretty good living building secure applications for corporations. It was technical work and I had a pretty good command of the rapidly emerging Internet. Viruses hadn't really caught on yet but anyone who was a heavy user of the Internet was already wary. I loaded the CD and examined it carefully with a couple of utilities. Nothing obvious could be detected. With a little trepidation, I ran the .exe file on the CD. The program accessed my Internet connection and automatically logged onto a website with a scrambled address that was a very basic text website. Quickly, this website redirected to another and better designed page where a masked username and password was loaded into a logon page. I sat stunned, my stomach starting to churn, and my pulse racing. On my monitor were photographs of Annie and myself; Annie was bound over the armchair, blindfolded and deafened with ear protectors; I was tied spread-eagled to our bed with the identical equipment. The cursor was blinking on a hyperlink that read: Want to see more, Dan? The simple black and white logo for Experiences Inc., identical to the business card that was left at my front door sometime Saturday evening, was the only other image on the web page.