6 comments/ 44134 views/ 15 favorites Bizarre Yard Sale By: 49greg Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. This work of fiction is a product of the author's imagination and the characters, incidents or dialog are not to be construed as real. This story includes scenes of graphic sex and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth. No one should publish or post this story anywhere else without the author's written permission. The length of this story is around 13,000 words and takes up 4 pages on Lit. Tags used on this story are: mind control, gang bang, cum, cum eating, forced, control, hypnosis, blond, breasts, nipples xxxxx It's been a year since that day and I still have difficulty believing what happened. I'm writing it down to see if it sounds any more believable in black and white than it does in my head. Sometimes I wonder if it really happened. I tried to forget it and succeeded in not thinking about it for months at a time. Then a year later, it all came back like a kick to the nuts. It was Sunday, and we slept in late, I got up and put the coffee on, and went out to get the paper. I've started being more attentive to Annie since that time, acting more like I did when we were newlyweds. Not just in bed, but in all the little things I used to do for her. Opening doors, helping with the housework, helping with the meals, getting flowers, things like that. I've been trying to treat her like the lady she is. I want to show her that I still love her, love her with all my heart. So I was going to fry up some bacon and scramble some eggs for her, bring it all up on a tray, bacon and eggs, orange juice and coffee. And of course, the Sunday paper. I thought we could lounge in bed and read the paper like we used to on Sunday mornings. Hopefully we would put the paper down at some point and ... enjoy each other. So I headed out to get the paper, having made sure the door wouldn't lock behind me. It only takes once to be stuck out in your pajamas without a cell phone to take precautions for the rest of your life. I headed back and when I got closer to the door, noticed a piece of paper hanging from the knob. A door hanger. My first thought that there was no election for some time, that some eager beaver politician was starting his campaign early. I picked it and intended to toss it in the recycle bin when I got inside. I didn't pay attention to it, and just lay on the newspaper, only noticing some sort of map. You know the kind, just lines showing roads and highways, tiny lettering giving the names and route numbers of the roads, with a star showing where "IT" was. I never tossed it into the recycle bin. My mind lazily just assumed it was a sale of some sort, perhaps a farm sale since it appeared to show rural county roads turning off of some Interstate. I do remember now, in retrospect, that before I went back inside, I looked out across the street, looking at all the front doors that I could see. I didn't see any door hangers on any of the other doors, and again my mind lazily assumed they had gotten up earlier than I had and had taken them down. After all who puts a door hanger on a single door, I mean why do that, it would be crazy or something. Wouldn't it? So, bacon, eggs, orange juice, coffee, tray, paper, the single rose I picked up on the way home yesterday. Napkins, forks, spoons, sugar, salt, pepper. Then upstairs to see my beautiful sexy wife. It was wonderful, she was just coming out of the bathroom, had put on a nightgown, (We had fun last night and she fell asleep without one), and was belting her short robe over it. A good breakfast in bed and I picked up all the detritus and put the tray on the chair by the door, then got back into bed as she pulled the Sunday paper towards her. "What's this Carl? Did it come with the paper?" Annie asked, picking up the door hanger and handing it to me. "Oh, I was going to toss it, just a door hanger, some sale or something," I said as I sat down on the bed, my pillows fluffed behind me so I could lean on the headboard. Then I turned it over and looked at it. Annie was dissecting the paper, finding the sections she wanted to peruse. I was frozen, staring at the hanger. My mind gibbering in terror. How? How did they know? How did they find me? Find Us. Oh god oh god oh god! All in silence, I couldn't talk, I was frozen and numb just staring at the flier. It advertised the "Annual Kurt, Kasim and Lorena yard sale" thousands of items new and old, something for everybody, explore our maze of thousands of items in the back, peruse the wonderful kitsch items in front. Come one come all. See map for location on back. On the back, under the map, in bold letters, "YOU cannot miss this." "YOU." What did they mean by "YOU"? Surely they didn't mean us, did they? My hand started shaking, Annie looked over and took it from my hand. "Oh wonderful, a yard sale, how innovative to advertise it like that. Look behind the writing they've got a shadow image of that old house. Oh Carl, we've got to go, we simply must, I had such a good time last year!" Yes, a wonderful time I thought. You haven't thought of it or mentioned it since the day after we got back. Except the one time you saw pictures of it and were horrified before you went into denial, or worse. It made me start to think about that day again. Annie had put the flier on her nightstand and was looking through the paper. I went back to that day last year, when we found that yard sale. I let out a sigh and my my mind drifted back to how it all started. It all started with a funeral. Annie insisted we go and I was off for the summer and had done most of the maintenance around the house that needed doing for the summer, so I figured why not. All summer off is one of the perks of being a professor in a small liberal arts college. Not that I enjoyed visiting her relatives, but this time we were staying in a motel, and not at her sister's place. Her sister's house has lots of bedrooms. But one and a half bathrooms with two kids plus her sister and brother plus us did not make for fun in the mornings. Her sister Tina is nice enough, and Clyde, Tina's husband is OK, and the kids were normal kids, but I like my privacy and their house had none. Oh yeah, the funeral was for Clyde's ex cousin. Let see if I can get this straight. Clyde has a cousin. He married Kelly, then divorced her. But Tina, Annie's sister, liked Kelly a lot, so Tina and Kelly stayed in touch and remained fast friends. I think Clyde's cousin moved out West, Montana or Wyoming or some such. Kelly remarried and that husband died of cancer. We hardly knew Kelly and had only met her husband once. But Annie was always looking for the chance to get together with Tina. So we went to the funeral. I got out my dark blue suit and off we went in Big Blue, our old custom van, an outdated gas guzzler but great on the highway, and roomy. Annie didn't have to tell me that she hoped to stop at a few antique places on the way back to see what there was she could buy. Just in case I took out the rear bench seat, to make room for whatever. Annie had been talking about a new coffee table for the den we had downstairs. The den wasn't fancy, but a good place to retreat to for the few days or week or so when it was hot and sticky in the late summer. And why not be comfortable when we had to go down there for a tornado warning. And a nice place to put visiting relatives, there was a bedroom and bathroom down there too. The funeral was OK, it drizzled but we had umbrellas and didn't take to long. It seems like a grey drizzly day is fitting for a funeral. Afterwords everyone sat around and ate, I mean that's what you do don't you? Tina even brought her spaghetti mac casserole, she claims she's famous for it and I always say she's infamous for it. She pretends to slap me and everyone laughs. But hey, it was all gone and I didn't see any of it in the garbage can. So once it was over we had a long drive, about sixteen hours to get home. We had made it in two days going out to Madison on the interstate. But Annie wanted to take three or four going back leisurely like, taking two lane blacktops and going through all the quaint little towns. Those were her words. So way stayed another day in Madison and headed back. I let Annie navigate, she had the GPS and I went where she said. All I did was keep my eye on the fuel gauge and start looking for gas stations when it started getting low. We had a good time for a while. Stopped at one so called antique mall, browsed for ever, then back on the road. She had me turn onto one county road after another. Then I saw her starting to get out the paper maps, but didn't think anything of it for a while until we came to an intersection and she didn't say anything about which way to turn. "So Annie, there's this intersection here, so which way do you want me to turn babe?" I said in a calm detached voice She just rustled her map and tapped on the GPS. I didn't want to stop and just kept on straight ahead on the road we had been on. Annie still didn't say anything. I could see her looking out the window this way and that, and looking at the map and the GPS. The road started getting a little worse for wear, lots of patches and the occasional little pot hole. Nothing serious. The land was flat as a pancake, empty fields with bunches of trees around the occasional farm houses, and planted windbreaks of trees extending off here and there. Not too many of either. Lots of fallow fields and wetlands with cattails, tall native grasses and scrub. We got to a stretch of land that was low lying, with wetlands stretching off on either side, lots of open ponds and small lakes and tall grasses in between. Red wing blackbirds perched on fence posts or low bushes, and the occasional waterfowl paddling around. I stopped for a big snapping turtle a couple of feet around as it crossed the road. That prehistoric looking monster barely even looked at the car. And it eventually got past us. I just watched it get across the road and slide into the marsh on that side. I wouldn't want to be wading anywhere near that guy. "Well hon, where are we now?" I asked Annie gently. It was a sore spot for her, getting lost, so I tried not to sound like I really cared. But the gas gauge was barely above a quarter tank. "Um dear, I think you took the wrong road back there see. I can't tell just exactly where this place is." Annie answered, looking at her map. I noticed that I was now responsible for being where we were, but I didn't say anything, not wanting to stress her overly much. She hated being lost and went into denial whenever it happened, even though she usually wanted to be the navigator when we started out on a trip. I love my wife dearly, but we all have our strengths, and navigating wasn't hers, no matter what she thought. And I didn't want her to bust out in tears, or get into or a blame match, so I kept quiet and stayed calm. I mean, what's the worst that would happen, we might run out of gas, but this was the mid-west, we could walk up to any farm house and get a ride, and there was bound to be a highway with a town and gas station near by anyway. "Well, love of my life, are we still in Wisconsin, or have we made it into Minnesota yet?" I very carefully and neutrally inquired. Annie let the map flop down on her lap and gave a sigh. She had a strange look on her face. She sighed again. "The GPS thing you got here, well, it's not working. It keeps saying it's recalculating." She sounded like she was going to cry, and I didn't want that. We had great sex the night before we left and again this morning. It was a great start for the day. I was hoping for more fun in the blankets tonight. There was something about Motels that turned Annie on and I didn't want her to lose the mood. I found out last night that she had packed some very erotic lingerie, and she wore it, for a short time. So I kept a smile on my face and headed on. Pretty soon the land started to rise and we appeared to be approaching a small town. As we drove into the town it seemed smaller than it looked from a distance. There wasn't a gas station. Then Annie saw a sign. "Look Carl, there's a yard sale, a huge yard sale." Annie was alive and happy again. So I turned in the direction of the sign that said, 'Kurt, Kasim, and Lorena's Huge Summer Yard Sale', and turned down another street following the arrows. The streets in this place it were lined by huge trees in front of old Victorian or American Foursquare style houses, nearly every one needed paint. Some looked abandoned. I turned another corner following the signs, and there it was, a yard sale in front of a large house with an old carriage house behind it. There seemed to be lots of plantings and hedges in back. I parked between a couple of cars and noticed that there were only a few other cars parked along the street in front of the sale. And it was a huge sale, a dozen large tables were were arranged in the front along with shelves full of everything from old tools to used clothes. There were foot lockers opened up full of stuff, and even a few old oak tables and round top trunks for sale. There was a perky blond woman who seemed to be the one selling the stuff. She wore shorts and a neat dress shirt. She had short hair and was about five feet eight inches tall. She seemed to have a helper, he was an older balding middle aged man who was taking the money and making change. He seemed a little spaced out and kept walking back and forth and mumbling to himself in between the infrequent sales. Blond haired perky walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder and seemed to give him a short pep talk. Annie and I walked up and started looking around. There were a lot of old tools, used modern pliers wrenches and such like, and old wooden planes and chisels and squares. It was an interesting mix and I was quickly browsing the tables. I heard Annie asking about furniture and clothes, then she came over to me. "Honey, I'm going to the back area, she said there was a lot of clothing and some antique furniture." Annie said. "Sure thing honey," I answered looking at an old set of gimlets, still in its well made oak box. "Wait a second honey, I may need to take some pictures, in case I want to come back later? Your new phone does a much better job than mine, can I borrow it?" Annie asked. "OK, here," I said and handed it to her. It wasn't until she had gone around the corner that I thought I should have taken her phone in case she wanted me to come carry something for her. I kept up browsing and about when I finished perusing every table and shelf I noticed a middle aged woman coming around the side of the house, from the direction that Annie had gone. She seemed to be in trouble or exhausted. But had a good figure and her long auburn hair was attractive, even if it was a loose and frazzled looking. A tall dark haired woman with a severe face was helping her, and two tall, thin and fit looking dark haired men were following them carrying an end table and some bags that were full of clothing. The balding man put his box of change down on the table, glanced at me, then went to help the woman who I took for his wife. They went to one of the parked cars. The men put the table into the trunk and the wife just flopped into the back and stretched out. They drove off. It all looked a bit odd, and I was the only one of the few browsers that seemed to have noticed it. The other thing I noticed as the woman passed near me was the scent of sex. Musky, with overtones of bleach. And I could have sworn I saw something glinting, like liquid, on the inside of her leg below her knee length dress. I was a little uneasy and dithered a bit. Oddly I seemed not to be able to think clearly. My mind seemed foggy and I only now noticed it. I tried something that usually brightened up a tired mind, say when I was grading paper after paper. I tried to go through the family tree of the Saxon House of Wessex, I got as far as Cynegils King of Wessex, but for the life of me I couldn't go further. I tried, but it was all blank until Alfred the Great some two hundred odd years later. That bothered me. Usually the rote recital got me going. Come on, I told myself, you're a history teacher and that is the era your doctoral thesis was on. I went through it again and again. I couldn't concentrate. I kept thinking about the night before, the love making that Annie and I had, how joyful she sounded and the little gurgling sound she would make when she was just falling asleep afterwords. I thought about that sexy lavender baby-doll gown she put on. It barely covered anything, and what it covered was visible through the sheer material. She had this matching pair of satin panties, not see through, but a delight anyway. She came out of the bathroom, her hair done up in two thick braids that hung past her shoulders, her deep blue eyes smoldering at me. I saw she had made them up, and the bright red lipstick that I love. The lavender chase-me-fuck-me stiletto heels had her standing on her toes they were so tall. She slunk toward me, her hips sinuously moving side to side with each step, a lascivious smile on her lips. Oh those red lips. I got up from the chair I had been sitting in since I had gotten out of the shower. I had been watching a weather report on the TV and snapped it off, tossing the controller away. She slid toward me, every part of her moving and jiggling and twisting. I swear I could smell her musk. By the time she got to me she had somehow lost her panties. I didn't know how she did, but she never fell out of step with her erotic slink toward me. She pushed herself against me. My cock was erect as she pushed into it with her body, her breasts pressing against me and her mouth tilted up, inviting me to kiss her. I put my arms around her and slid my hands down to cup her wonderful bottom. Oh how did I love her bottom, she could walk away from you in ways that would drive a blind monk crazy when she wanted to. I pulled her to me and kissed her, deeply. Her tongue was the aggressor tonight, weaving into my mouth, sliding around mine, exploring, searching, while her hands slid between us and pressed against my cock. She pushed me back until I fell to the bed, then she crawled on top of me. She didn't stop until I was flat on the bed and she was crouched over me, holding on to the headboard she looked down at me, past her breasts, past her tummy, deep into my eyes. "Make me cum professor husband, make me cum." She lowered her pussy and I tasted her, I explored her and I couldn't keep my hands off her bottom, sliding, caressing pulling and pushing, until finally I crept between her cheeks, teasing her taint, and flirting with her little rosebud. One hand kept busy thrusting fingers, one, two and then three of them into her slick wet pussy, while my tongue teased her clit. Her erect clit, her sensitive clit that by now was sticking out of her slit a good quarter inch, I love it and sucked it into my mouth, my tongue circling it, licking it, flicking it. I pushed my other hand into her pussy, wetting it, lubricating it, I pulled more of her dripping wetness along her taint. I felt her shiver as I did that, and I pushed into her bottom. I pushed in to one knuckle and felt her pussy clench, another knuckle and her hips spasmed and I heard her breath draw in. My face was drenched and now her hips were grinding into my face, I kept my mouth closed so my teeth wouldn't hit her, then she lifted and I was able to go back to her clit. And thrust again into her pussy, my finger in her ass pulled out and then I pushed back in with two fingers. I tried to feel the fingers of the hand in her pussy with the fingers in her ass, and felt movement. I flirted with the thought of my cock pushing into her pussy only to feel another cock pumping her ass, I was hard and erect and I knew she was near to cumming. Bizarre Yard Sale I pushed my tongue into her slit from back to front, finding her clit I sucked it into my mouth again and sucked hard as I pushed three fingers into her pussy and curled them as I rubbed and thrust. I heard her wordless wail as she clenched down at me. I opened my eyes and saw her tummy pulse as the muscles rippled I could see that her face was tilted up to the ceiling and she gasped and pushed against me. I couldn't breath and didn't try. She pulled up off of me, turned and flopped back, ending up backwards on the bed, her feet splayed one knee raised and her pussy exposed. I saw the wetness there before I realized that my face, my neck and my T-shirt were drenched with her fluids. I pulled myself up, I knelt above her and tried to pull one leg closer so I could get between them. She resisted. Her eyes half open, she leered at me. "No honey, jack off for me, jack off on me, I want to see you do yourself for me. Look at me and jack off," she commanded. We'd never done that before, but I was on fire, too aroused to feel embarrassed. I knelt with my legs spread, one knee touching her hip, my cock pointed at her, thrusting out of my boxers. I pulled my underwear down past my balls, and held my cock. Then I let go, inched closer, reached between her legs and got more of her fluids onto my hand. Now wet and slippery my hand started to pump back and forth over my cock. I cupped the head, smearing her fluids over it and tickled under it. I squeezed old lady five fingers around my cock and pumped back and forth. I kept it up, thrusting my hips back and forth, she stared into my eyes, silent as she played with a nipple with one hand, and the other lay on her mound, one finger probing down into the top of her slit, against the side of her clit. Barely moving that finger she watched me. I was close, close, I could feel it coming, I watched her pull a nipple out, hard, stretching it to the limit, no shadow of pain in her face she stared at me, straight into my eyes. "Carl, my love," She said. Her voice barely whispered yet so forceful. My lovely, my beautiful, my wife, so quiet, so pure and scrubbed looking most of the time, her mid-west corn-fed good looks so in contrast to the sensual being that lay before me. My love, my everything, my Annie, I adored her with ever part of me, I was surprised at what she said next. "Cum, cum on me, cum all over me. Cum." And I did, buckets and buckets it seem to stream out in forceful pulses. Jets of cum shot to her tummy, her mound, her pussy, her tits. I couldn't remember when I had cum so much. I squeezed the last few drops out of me, they fell onto her thigh. I was exhausted. This evening was far more exciting than I ever expected. "Carl, Carl my love, do you love your dirty little Annie?" She cooed in a little girl voice. "Of course Annie, you know that." "Then would you clean me up, I don't know if I can bring myself to move." I started to get up, to get a towel. "No darling, clean me up, clean up your cum, clean it while it's still warm, still burning my skin, clean me with your tongue darling, do this for me, won't you darling?" Oh my god I though, where did this come from. I was excited and repulsed, it seemed so wrong, so sexy, I suddenly had a burning desire to do just that. And I did. "Oh darling, you make me so happy, you are such a dirty man, a dirty boy, yes, get it all." Annie was in a rare mood and I wasn't going to break it. I licked, I sucked. The taste wasn't bad, bland, I thought almost a hint of cinnamon. I recalled the cinnamon toast we had for breakfast that morning. No, the last two mornings at the motel. I liked it. Now I was tasting it again, just a hint of it in the otherwise bland taste of my bland gooey slimy cum. It seemed to coat the inside of my mouth. I licked her tummy first, I delved into her belly-button, she giggled lazily, then I trailed my tongue to up to her tits and got the splatter that hit there, and of course had to pay attention to her wonderful nipples. I felt myself getting erect again. Something that hadn't happened in years, two erections in one night. A red letter day for me. I thought I'd gotten too old for that. I'd do this every night if I could get up twice a night again, I told myself. I worked my way past her tummy again, making sure she was clean there. I idly wondered when she had taken off her nearly nothing baby-doll. Then I went down to her pussy. I licked through her wispy hair, back and forth, getting everything. Then down to her labia, down, down past her opening, she lifted her hips, yes, some had dribbled, I sucked more from her taint. Wow I had cum a lot. I finally finished there, making sure I got everything in and around her pussy, and was rewarded with a quickening of her breath. The last bit was on her thigh. I kissed, licked and sucked it clean. I looked up. I saw desire in her eyes, she held her arms out for me and I clambered up her body, settling between her legs. We kissed, she scoured the inside of my mouth. I saw that her head had been hanging over the bed, she had been holding it up all this time. I felt her relax, her head fell away from me, a smile curled her lips as I felt her hand worm it's way between us to find my cock, she pulled me closer, and fed my rejuvenated cock into her pussy. Her hips thrust up capturing my cock. I felt lazy by now. The after effect of my earlier cum. I pumped slowly. I heard her hiss with each thrust into her, she was thrusting back at me, we went at a slow pace for some time, she was close to the edge of the bed and I saw what one of her legs had fallen to the floor, her foot resting flat, the other was flat on the bed, her knee crooked. I kept my thrusting, it sounds more awkward than it was as I pushed into her, in and out. The leg still on the bed flopped outward. The tendon high up on her inner thigh raised and clearly visible. I leaned toward that side as she pulled that leg up, her knee opened, pointing the toe at the ceiling. She was completely open to me. I tucked my shoulder under that knee and pushed into her, she dropped her calf onto my back. I pushed and thrust harder, faster, picking up time. She kept up an "Uh, uh, uh uh" as I kept fucking into her. The erotic events earlier spurred me on. I had eaten her for who knows how long to who knows how many cums, I had jacked off in front of her and spewed onto her then eaten my own cum. Now I was fucking. Gone was the gentle lovemaking of earlier, gone was the sophisticated, decadent sexual abandonment of earlier. Now I was a boar, she was my sow, I took her, I thrust and she moved. More and more of her shoulders were pushed over the edge of the bed, a centimeter with each thrust further over the edge. I kept pushing. Her arms lay outspread over her head. Now one hand was actually laying on the floor. I pushed more. Her "Uh Uh Uh" kept time with my grunts every time I thrust. My breathing was in time with my hammer blows to her pussy. In with the good air, Grunt out the bad. Grunt, Uh, grunt, uh. On and on. My cock seemed to be harder than it had been since my teen years, I couldn't stop, I saw her pushed further and further over the edge of the bed, her back arched, she tilted, she held herself from falling with her arms, The leg that had been on the floor was splayed out far to the side to keep us from falling. Now her shoulders were on the floor, her head now tilted to look down her body, I could see her eyes, on fire, wide open, I had been thinking of her as comatose, but she wasn't. I Was bending over her. Her pelvis tilted up and I had to lean over the bed and hold my arms straight down to hold myself up, and thrust down. I saw both of her legs now splayed out sideways, both in the air, her lower torso was almost vertical leaning against the bed and her groin barely above the level of the bed. My groin was leaning heavily into hers, my arms planted straight down to hold me up above her. My knees and thighs took the strain to pull my cock up, then drop me down on her. We were still making the same noises. I am not an athletic man. I keep in shape by walking on the treadmill in the winter and around the neighborhood and campus during the warm months. I stretch in the mornings, and that's it. I was tired. My lower back, my shoulders, my thighs were screaming at me. My cock was screaming at my lower back, my thighs and my shoulders to stick it out. My brain was releasing endorphins and I could feel an orgasm finally coming. I was really hitting her hard, and she was pushing back at me. Then she screamed. "Ahhhhhhhhrrrrrrrgggghhhh!" Lound and deep, a throaty yell. She pushed against me and held it there. I could see the tendons in her throat straining. I came suddenly, hard, my body stopped feeling pain at all. I slumped, rolled do the side, taking one of her splayed thighs with me and ended up on the floor with it under me. I scootched up to her. Held her, kissed her gently. "Oh Carl, that was intense. I'm too tired to clean up, just get me in bed." I did. She isn't a lightweight woman. She's perfect for me, medium height, medium boobs, a little extra padding, and beautiful. But not lightweight. Even so, I don't remember straining to lift her up. It seems like I just put my hands under her neck and knees and lifted her without a care, I pulled back the covers, somehow, and lay her on the bed and covered her up. Her face was flushed with a sheen of sweat, her hair a mess, one braid had come undone and half it was tangled. I kissed her. "I love you my brave darling," she said weakly and closed her eyes, her whole body twitched then just melted into relaxation. She slept. I really had to pee, so I went into the bathroom. Afterwords I washed my hands and splashed water on my face. Leaning on the sink I stared into the mirror. My face was still red, and my shoulders and lower back ached. "I'm getting too old for this kind of thing," I told the mirror. The mirror didn't answer. "That's not to say I won't try it again tomorrow night," I told the silent mirror. I had already showered before Annie had, but decided to do it again. When I was done I walked back into the room naked. It reeked of sex, I could almost taste it. I liked it. Clean and tired I crawled into bed, Annie was on her side and I spooned up behind her. I heard a satisfied sign come from my sleeping wife as I put one hand over her waist and cupped it over her tummy. I woke in the night, I had been deep asleep, but then I had gotten on the night-mare. And she took me for a ride. I was running from something, don't know what, but I remember Annie was ahead of me, running with another man, tall dark, young, and handsome, she was laughing as she looked up at him and I felt so sad, so absolutely sad. And then the morning. I was laying there, dozing in an out, and she came out of the bathroom completely naked. That was when I saw that she had just trimmed her pubic hair, her nipples were erect and sticking out. She grinned when she saw I was awake and still had morning wood. She seemed to slink up to me and slowly pulled the covers off of me, I saw her pussy glint at me as she spread her legs when she straddled me. She slid down on me slowly but smoothly, and waited when she rested with me completely inside her. Then she started moving up and down in opposition to my thrusts. I loved the way her breasts would be bouncing just a half a beat off her her up and down thrusts, her nipples so hard and erect. She had a wicked grin plastered to her face, knowing that I probably wouldn't be able to cum until I got up and peed. It was evil and fun and joyous all together. I loved watching her enjoy her self, the absolute joy in her face, and the faces she made when she came, and came and came. She finally had enough and let me up to go to the bathroom and when I came back she was waiting for me, lust in her eyes. I hope we didn't disturb anyone else in neighboring rooms. I just don't know what had gotten in to us. We had always had fun in motel rooms, Annie always loved them, got excited and sexy when we were away from home, but nothing like this had happened before. As we cleaned up and got ready to hit the road, I asked Annie why she chose to trim her pubic hair just them. Annie mentioned an odd dream she had the night before, she told me that for some reason when it was over she thought she ought to. I didn't think anything of it at the time, only later did I wonder if it tied in with my ride on the night-mare. I forgot all about the Anglo Saxons and started to get horny. That made me think of Annie. My beautiful Annie, we had been married a year after we both got out PhDs. That was twelve years ago and now we both taught in the same college, but she was the Math genius. I decided to go back and find her. It was an odd journey. When I got behind the house I saw that the back yard was huge. It was partitioned by hedges and fences. I went down an alley between two tall hedges and passed an antique side table stacked with some very sexy panties. Further down was a rack holding dresses on hangers. I wandered back and forth, the alleys and paths weren't laid out in a grid, but twisted and turned, then led back at odd angles. There were a lot of tall mature trees, oaks and maples, with heavy foliage and spreading branches. I had sort of given up and thought I was alone back there when I saw another guy. He seemed to be looking as well, I passed him, and gave the shoulder shrug and raised eyebrow signal that I was at a loss. He smiled and stopped. "You seen anybody else back here?" he asked. "No, you're the first. I'm looking for my wife." "Yeah, me too, I mean my wife." We chuckled. He moved on and so did I. I turned and he was gone. I hadn't noticed but the sun didn't seem to be on back here. I thought it was sunny when I was up front. But now it seemed overcast, almost misty. I could look directly at the sun now, it was just a bright disc in the grey sky, that is when I could actually see the sky between the tall trees that abounded. There seemed to be plenty of light. The overcast or mist or whatever seemed to take the what sunlight got through and spread it around. But I couldn't see very far. It was curious. Then I heard a laugh, a feminine laugh. Then a squeal, not a frightened one, a happy one. I heard it and thought of my sister when we were teenagers and she had a slumber party in her room. That kind of squeal came from her room. I thought I heard another laugh, and it sounded like Annie. I tried to go in that direction but I was all turned around in this maze. I couldn't even see the house. I turned a corner, right at a very tall and full maple tree. There was a wooden fence that looked like it had been there forever, or made of old barn siding. Shelves stuck out from it here and there, some held pots of plants, other held nick-nacks others held clothing, folded shirts, some had hangers hanging from them with more clothing on them. There were a few small tables with lamps or books on them, a dresser. The other side was some kind of hedge, but this one was a little threadbare, and I caught glimpses of another alley behind it. I heard voices. I heard a woman's voice, with an Eastern European accent. "I think it will look very lovely on you my dear," The Easter European accent said. "Oh, I don't know, right here? In the open?" I heard Annie say. That made me listen. "Of course deary, it will be fine, let me help you," Said the other woman. I heard Annie giggle. "Oh, all they way?" Annie said. I was stock still, this was weird, disturbing, yet completely captivating, I was getting erect, and couldn't stop listening. "Oh yes, you need to try on this bra and these panties as well, they go so well with you skin and hair. Oh, how beautiful, so perky, can I feel? Oh yes, see, they stand out so well, oh, so sweet," The other woman said. I couldn't imagine what was going on, or actually, I could. I was astounded, is this want went on in the fitting rooms of a woman's store? Surely not, I was imagining things, I told myself. "Oh, you shouldn't, oh yes. Oh. I see." I hear Annie say, her voice less light and less animated. "You shouldn't be ashamed of your beautiful sexy body, so wonderful, so ripe, so luscious, yes, so luscious," the other woman cooed. "Oh, I don't, oh oh yes, oh, oh, ohhhhh." Annie said, very quietly, very slowly, very subdued, yet she sounded aroused. We'd been married twelve years, her voice took on a subtle change when she was turned on, it sounded like she was. I heard murmurs from the other woman, I heard or made out only a few words, you will love it, enjoy, enjoy, live, enjoy, were the ones I remember. Then normal speech. "Oh, it's so lovely, I feel so wicked out here like this." It was Annie again, and she was back to being perky, I didn't know what happened, how could I have misunderstood before. She was fine. I briefly thought about what if that other husband saw her, however it was that the other woman had dressed or undressed her. I wanted to see my Annie, in some twisted way I was turned on by her being naked or nearly naked in a public place. "Yes, you are lovely dear Annie, so lovely, you see how it holds them up, as if on a tray for men to see and admire. Now put on the panties dear, you will love how they feel, how they make you feel," the other woman said. I heard some running steps recede and then come back. I looked for a thiner spot in the hedge and walked a few yards down the alley. I spotted an opening where I could see, through some branches and leaves, the ground on the other side. Suddenly I saw some bare legs run past, bare legs and bare feet. I heard Annie giggle as she passed. Then I saw her legs come back and twirled, then ran off again. I tried to speak but couldn't, my head was fuzzy and it seemed more like a dream. Then legs with a dark skirt, the tall woman, the one I had seen earlier whispering in the ear of the tired and disheveled woman with something running down her inner leg. The wife of the bald man who had been selling things up front. That tall woman who had helped that poor lady was with my wife right then, right there on the other side of the hedge. I heard more giggles and running feet and Annie's voice laughing as she came nearer. "Oh, I'm so naughty, I saw another man, he was looking for his wife, but he couldn't keep his eyes off of me, off of this thing, off of these." She laughed again. "Didn't it make you feel so good, so wonderful to show yourself to a strange man, isn't it a thrill, you liked it I can tell, such a pity that I made you put the panties on, still it's better than those things you were wearing." The woman said. "Oh, yes, I love these they are so wonderful. So open, so free. So ready. I wouldn't have needed to take them off he wanted me, I could just bend over, so exciting. Thank you Lorena, thank you for showing me," Annie said. This was a different Annie, talking about bending over in crotchless panties so a stranger could, could, what? Fuck her? I should have been disgusted, I was, but I was also excited. What was the matter with me, I was getting hard again. "Oh yes, you feel so good, so excited don't you," The woman called Lorena said, then whispers, moans from Annie as the woman whispered in her ears, it sounded like a chant, a monotonous chant. I tried to say something, to yell, to shout, nothing happened, my voice still wasn't working. Then Lorena spoke again. "Now I must go help others, you be a good girl and put these on, yes, over your nice new panties, just put your clothes on over your new things, I"ll take your old things and put them out, you don't want these plain things ever again do. You will see others in here and you will know the time to take it all off again, you will be open to new experiences." said Lorena. Bizarre Yard Sale "Yes, new experiences, I must do as I'm told, I must be the best," intoned Annie in a monotone. I saw Annie's legs appear, I saw her reach down and pull on her cargo shorts, she had her wedding and engagement rings on, the ones I got her, Well she picked them out, but they matched my wedding band. Simple, plain gold bands, one with a diamond, the other plain like mine. Our initials on the inside with our wedding date and the word "forever." And she wore those while talking about other men bending her over and fucking her, and I couldn't say anything, something held me quiet. I was hard, hard as a rock. How could I? They both walked in different directions, Annie humming happily. I tried to keep pace with Annie, my god she was humming the wedding march! I still couldn't say anything, and then my way was blocked by a hedge running out at right angles. I heard Annie's humming fade away as I jogged away from her, following my path in this infernal maze. I didn't know where I was, but I had made several turns, always trying to go to the right, the direction I last saw Annie. But I had to turn left several times, forced by the maze. I really didn't know where I was, everything seemed foggy and I was having a hard time thinking clearly and I tried to be alarmed that I wasn't feeling so worried about, about, something about Annie. I heard steps and remembered it all, Adrenaline coursed through my veins like a shot of fire. I was awake, I was alert, I was worried about Annie, something was going on here and she was acting wanton. The woman called Lorena was convincing her to do things, terrible things. I rounded a corner and there was a naked woman holding some clothing in a plastic shopping bag, and what looked like a satin gown over her other arm. She had short dark hair, lots of makeup and red red lips, her eyes were a dark color, maybe brown. She had huge breasts, huge, they sloped down naturally, the nipples at the end distended hugely, and pointing just a little bit downward due to the sloping of her wonderfully huge breasts. She had a rounded tummy that shadowed her pubis, but didn't conceal it a bit. She had a bikini wax, trimmed down to a narrow wedge shape pointing to her slit. On her feet were open toed chunky heeled backless black shoes, and she wore thigh high hold up stockings. "Oh, hello," She said in a high squeaky voice. "I'm looking for my husband, have you seen him, he's tall and brown hair, a little bald spot?" She continued. She had no shame, no worries about being naked, or even more naked than if she didn't have stockings on, she smiled and looked at me waiting for an answer. "I think I saw him, or I saw a man that looks like that. But I can't be sure where it was, somewhere in that direction, I think." I said pointing to where I thought I had seen him, trying not to stare. "Oh, he'll be around, you must be Carl, Annie thinks you're in front looking at stuff," "You saw her? Where did you see her? I'm looking for her," I asked excitedly. "Oh she's around, she says she saw my Timmy, so it's only fair you see me, isn't it?" She said as she twirled around. She stopped and smiled at me. Looked around and put her things on a table nearby, then came back. I was hard again, this was a strange woman, not as pretty, I thought, as Annie, but she seemed so self possessed. "Would you like to fuck me? I think it's proper that I ask, I'm just being friendly like, wouldn't you like to? I'm ready, I've never been so horny as I have since I've been here, Please?" She looked expectantly at me, holding her magnificent breasts up in her hands, coming closer, grabbing one of my hands and holding it on one of her breasts. "Please, please, I'm so horny, please, I'll just bend over, here," She went to the table with her things and just bent over spreading her legs far apart, I could see her pussy, it was wet, it was dripping. I took a step forward, but then stopped. "No, thank you, not now, I mustn't. I think Annie needs me, I really want to find her and go home, please, please, tell me where you saw her," I begged her, I was starting at her pussy, I craved it, but I couldn't. "Oh, all right, I understand," she said, so casually, with such aplomb, then continued. "I don't know where she is now, but I saw her in that clearing, just go down here, take the first left, then two rights, it's longer than you'd think, then there's a wide alley and go down and to your left is a large opening, to the right is another small alley, to the left is the clearing. Are you sure you don't want to fuck, or a blowjob, Timmy says I'm the best," she offered again. I was already turning to go after Annie, I said no thanks and kept on. I wanted to call her, and regretted loaning my phone to Annie without getting hers in return. How could I have done that! I followed directions, I passed another lady, older than I was, as tall as I was, with long grey hair that hung in a single braid down her back, she was completely naked and bare footed, I ogled her perk little breasts. She too offered sex but I didn't stop. Something was happening to women here and I had to find Annie, as I hurried away between two hedges I hear the second woman calling after me. "Oh please sir, please, I'm so ready, I know how to fuck, you won't be disappointed, it's just that they've chosen another woman, and she may be the last of the day, I don't know if I can stay another day, we're supposed to be at my sister's house tomorrow." "They chose another, oh god oh god." I thought to myself, I turned one last right and came to a wide alley between two more hedges, I could hear several people talking to my left, I jogged along, getting a bit out of breath, and came to the opening. I went in and stopped dead. There was Annie. Annie was across the clearing, shaded by a large tree. She was completley naked and on her knees on what looked like a padded coffee table. Her breasts pointed out, her nipples erect, it seemed like I could smell her arousal from here. I was sure the men around her could. Her head was turned and was kissing a man to her side. Their heads made those small movements people make when they're kissing in passion. I could see her toes curl as he reached and cupped her breast, then pulled on her nipple. She arched her back and thrust her breasts into his hand. Three other men were looking on, one was Tim, and there were two men that looked identical, talk, dark, handsome, they looked about with a bored, almost disdainful attitude. I hated them on sight. One stood behind Annie, with a hand placed lightly on the small of her back, then slid down to cup her bottom, which pushed back to him. He smiled. She was in the middle of the clearing I saw, with the edges of the clearing lined with chairs, cabinets, end tables, and shelves, all presumably for sale. There were four women that looked at Annie with either envy or jealousy. They were all naked, or in revealing lingerie. I saw a pile of clothing to one side of the table and as I watched one woman picked some things from there and walked on past me as she pulled on a blouse. I saw red, suddenly the mist was gone from my eyes, I was in a rage, Annie wouldn't do this, they did something, they did something to my Annie. I started forward, I would kill them, rip them apart. Both dark men looked at me, the disdain gone, surprise on one face, a trace of fear on the other. I charged, I opened my mouth to scream in rage. And stopped. I felt like I ran into a wall of completely clear Jello. I could barely push against it, it held me. I tried to move back so I could go around, still in a rage and I was trapped. I bellowed, and couldn't hear a sound. The supercilious smiles were back, hell they were grinning at me, at each other. The hand was back on Annie's butt, squeezing, while another went to her free breast and massaged it, looking at me with a smile. The coaxed her down onto all fours. I was helpless and tried to scream her name again and nothing came out. Then I felt a presence beside me, hands on my temples. An hour, two hours, I don't know how long, but later, much later I was in front, I was helping to sell things on the yard sale in front. I had a box with change, I smiled at people, I chatted when I had to, I knew I had to do a good job. There was a lull in business and mine was the only vehicle parked on the curb. I thought about getting into it and leaving. Leaving and not coming back. I replayed the scene over and over in my head, her naked body on the table, on all fours, her bottom thrusting back toward the man behind her, her head turned so she could see him, the pleasure on her face. The way his cock jutted out as held her butt cheeks apart and devoured her private parts with his eyes. The way her mouth opened in a huge 'Oh' of joy, as his cock first penetrated her, sliding in with an audible squelch, as she thrust back at him. The rippling of the flesh of her bottom as he hammered in each stroke, the swaying of her hanging breasts, the nipples extending downward, pointing and measuring the distance of each arc of motion as the invading cock plunging into her and set her body into motion and her breasts into counter motion. It was erotic, even now thinking about I couldn't help get hard, and disgusted myself at the shame of reacting that way to seeing my wife getting fucked. If I had seen that scene in a porno, back in my single days when I still watched porn, I would have beat off watching it. The motion was at least half hers though, she pushed back as hard as he pushed forward, then the second brother came around to her front, his cock just as big, just as huge, just as impressive as the first brother's. She welcomed it into her mouth, smiling with joy as she opened up for this second invader, looking into his eyes with wide open eyes. The grunting and squelching sounds of their coupling rang in my ears, I couldn't tell if it was memory or if I could I still hear it going on. Once more I ran over the scene, seeing her eyes open even wider as the cock in her mouth spewed out its cream. She pulled away just enough to keep the head in her mouth as he shot stream after stream into her. She stared into his eyes the entire time. She had never taken me so deep, she had never relaxed her throat for me, she never took my cock into her throat, she never, she never. Where did she learn that? Did they teach her that? Then balancing on one hand she took the cock in her other hand and pumped more into her mouth. She pulled the cock out before it finished spewing, giggling as several spurts hit her face, laughing in joy, then taking it back in and sucking the rest, licking his cock and balls, reaching for them with her tongue as he pulled away. Then the betrayal, she looked over at me, looked and recognized me, saw me clearly, saw me and smiled, grinned. Grinned as her tongue slid out of her smiling betraying lips and slurped some cum from her face, taking it into her mouth to savor. My mind went blank after that, I know the tall woman was there, she said her name was Lorena, talking about her brothers, Kurt and Kasim, how they loved my wife, what an honor it was for me, for Annie, for them bless her with their sacred essence. She told me that I had too much rage, that I must be controlled and I wasn't allowed to be there. Only husbands with no rage, who could accept the gifts being bestowed on their wives could partake of the ceremony. I couldn't resist her. She walked me to the front. The next thing I knew I was at the table, the change box in my hand, making change for an old wooden plane, not so old I saw as I handed it over, a modern remake of an old classic, made to deceive, I turned and looked at this house of deception, until another customer, a woman came over, she was tall, small breasted in a thin cotton blouse and cargo shorts and sandals. Not too differently from Annie's garb when we started the day. How soon would this woman be on all fours while the brothers took her, while Lorena calmed and befuddled her husband. The rage came again and I turned and took a step back, but I hit the invisible jello wall. Lorena was nearby, she looked. Her face was a mask. Her eyes dark hollows with no iris. A flick of her hand and I took money from the lady, perhaps they'll let Annie go when this one goes back there. I distinctly remember looking at the woman and telling her that there was furniture and clothing behind the house. She smiled, thanked me and headed back, her eyes already seemed glazed. Had Lorena given me some sort of power, some influence? I turned again to look at my jailer and she smiled. That smile should have revolted me, instead I felt peace and comfort flood through my body. I honestly didn't even think of or miss Annie after that look. She wiped all tension out of me with a smile. I shudder when I think of that now. I don't know how long I worked for this family, There was the other woman, blond and pretty, not looking at all like the others Her name was Betty, she was helping with the tables of goods in the front, she was smiling and quick and efficient. We didn't talk much, just snippets here and there, she wore a ring and I asked about her husband. She told me that he had left her, and the only place for her was here. I asked where she was from, where her family was from, Her face took on a far away look, she stared into the distance. "MY family is from Woodston, in Iowa, in the North. I don't know where THIS family is from." She said slowly, her eyes focused on nothing. "But your sister, Lorena," I said. Her mouth twisted into a sneer. "Yes my SISTER, the wonderful Lorena," she said with disdain. Just then Lorena came up to us, she stared daggers at me, the put a hand on Betty's blond head. "Come little sister, come, you shouldn't think to much, it will only make you sad, come, come, relax yourself." Betty's face went blank, I thought about the woman that had been helped to her car when I saw that face. As they walked past me, Betty's hand swayed over me, I felt something touch me and flutter to the ground. Just then a fat man and his plump wife came up to with an old music box and I had to tend to them. Business seemed brisk for a while, then I had a breathing space, just for a second, and I picked the paper up, but before I could read it I saw Lorena approaching and I stuffed it into my pocket. I tried to go to the back, but couldn't seem to force my feet to move. I almost couldn't think of anything except taking money in exchange for the odds and ends. Every once in a while someone would come up from the back, a few women with clothing, a few men with them. None looked as disheveled as the woman I had seen earlier. I forgot about the piece of paper in my pocket and I kept working at the yard sale in front for another hour or two, I couldn't tell really how long, the sun seemed not to move, and I couldn't bring myself to look at my watch. There seemed to be a misty ground fog all around us and the sun itself was still a bright disc in the grey sky. Then Betty came back up, but not the bright and bubbly young woman that I had known before. She was calm, and seemed not to know me, she just came up and with blank face stared at me for a minute. "You should help your wife, she wants to leave. There's a table and some clothing she wants to buy, it's two hundred dollars, you should pay me," all spoken in a monotone and without inflection. I had just barely that amount in my pocket, I paid, glad to have my wife back. It left me with a five and a few ones. I walked back around the house and saw Lorena heading toward me, with an arm around Annie, supporting and helping her along, all the time speaking into her ear. Annie was blank faced as she stumbled forward, this morning's pony tail let out, her hair a twisted matted tangle. Behind her were two men, I had seen one earlier, walking around the maze, we had joked about looking for our wives. He was Tim, with the big breasted wife, there she was with him, clothed now, quiet. The other was a man I had seen more recently, going towards the back with his tall wife. Now they were carrying the table I had seen Annie kneeling on, getting fucked. A few plastic bags full of clothing sat on the table, with some clothing on hangers as well. I came up to Annie and Lorena, and Annie didn't seem to recognize me. Lorena spoke. "Have you paid?" Lorena asked. I nodded. "Good, lead us to your car, Your wife is very tired and wants to lay down." I turned away, I couldn't stand to look at Annie, I could clearly see cum on her face, drying in her hair, running down her chin and neck, and down the inside of her legs. Her cargo shorts had a huge wet spot in her groin. Even from a few feet away she reeked of sex, her scent and the bleachy scent of cum. I started to gag and headed to the car. "Stay with your wife, she will hardly remember, don't blame her for what happened today. Don't leave her, please don't leave her," Betty was there beside me talking to me. Her face still blank, no inflection in her voice. "Betty!" Lorena barked. Betty left. I continued on to the car. I keyed open the back and the doors, Lorena helped Betty into the middle set of seats She just flopped down, her pussy queefed with a splatting sound and she never looked up, she was always embarrassed when that happened, and this was loud, and another. "I'm not sure where we are." I said, to no-one in particular. Tim and the other man loaded the table into the back of my Van. I wished I had sold it years ago, and now I would, why did it have to fit THAT table in it. "Just down this road in the direction you are pointing. Turn right when the road comes to a T, keep going and pass two roads going to the left, and take the third left turn. It will lead to the highway. Your GPS will work from then on." Lorena was standing beside me. I got in, took a look at Annie, Lorena was at the window, she looked straight at me, I lowered the window. "Your wife is strong, she will forget much of the details and in time only remember that she had a wonderful time. Here is your cell phone, and hers. One of the other men had them. He said he took it from her clothes, but no-one is allowed to steal from this place, it is bad for business." She turned and walked away, a dark specter in her somber clothing, a specter I never wanted to see. She went and gathered Betty in her arms and the two of them went into the house. I followed the directions and the further I went from that hell-hole, the clearer my mind was, and the clearer the day was, by the time the GPS stopped re-calculating and showed our position, the sun was out and there were only a few small puffy clouds in a huge blue sky, in every direction. I made it the interstate, and ten miles exactly from where I got on the highway was an intersection with a couple of gas stations, a drive through restaurant and a rest area. There was the usual tables set around, green grass, a flag pole with the State and US flags. I noticed that it was the Wisconsin flag. I could have sworn we had gone far enough to get to Minnesota. I got a cup of coffee to keep me awake and filled up with gas. I figured I easily had enough to get to Rochester, we could spend the night and then on towards home in the morning. The motel was surreal. Annie was awake and she walked with just my arm helping her a little. I had taken our bags in before I got her, and I steered her into the bathroom. She stopped me and for the first time since that grin as she licked another man's cum from her lip, she looked me in the eye. Her face looked thin, haunted with bags under her eyes, it looked like she had lost twenty pounds, and it looked sad. I thought I could help her undress, and into the shower, not from prurient reasons, but from concern, she seemed weak and exhausted. Bizarre Yard Sale But she stopped me. She put a hand on my chest, then opened the door, went in and closed it. As the door was closing her face followed it, as if she wanted to keep her eyes on me as long as she could. Just before it closed she croaked out, "I'm sorry," then the door closed. She spent a lot time in there and I unpacked the clothes I wanted to wear the next day, hung up a shirt for me, a blouse for her. Took out a pair of panties and a bra, the normal, plain white cotton things she usually wore. Another pair of cargo shorts and some socks. I sat in the chair there by the table and noticed a bulge in my pocket. Two cell phones. I took mine and turned it on, It came up to the picture screen, as if the last thing it had done before it was shut off was to take pictures. And there it was in pictures and videos with full sound, my wife, getting fucked. There were pictures of some of the other women as well, one of Tim's wife and Annie standing together naked with arms around each other. Another of Annie and a woman I hadn't seen, maybe one of the ones that were standing around naked in the clearing, I couldn't remember. The two of them were kissing, naked with Annie's hand pinching the nipple of the other woman's, her hand had fingers in Annie's pussy. Another must have been under Annie as she was fucked doggie style. Then a short video of the same thing. Then a video of Annie getting Dped. Both brothers, one in her ass, one in her pussy. She had never let me do more than put a finger there, I had asked, but no. Now with a stranger. But a stranger with some sort of power I told myself. This wasn't Annie was it? Wasn't it some one else controlling Annie's body, her mind. Some of the pictures where highly erotic. Two other women in a sixty nine on that same table. A line of four or five women, kneeling while the brothers and several other men seemed to be working down the line getting blow jobs. It went on and on. I hooked my laptop up and downloaded them to the laptop, I didn't want Annie to find them on my phone. She might think I took them. Then I remembered the scrap of Paper that Betty dropped. I fished it from my pocket. It had a few words on it that seemed blurred, but I was finally able to read them after concentrating on them for a few minutes. "Don't leave your wife, she loves you, she isn't the one doing those things, it's them, especially Lorena, she makes" It was unclear there. Then: "Don't come back, and don't abandon your wife." Huh, I thought to myself. There's something going on there, I knew that, but I was away from it now. But I couldn't bring my mind to think about it. It kept sliding off to the side. I don't know how but I remember that piece of paper in the waste basket, in my memory that basket is hundreds of feet deep and I can see the paper, but not the writing. There's not much more to tell. We got home. Annie was sore and by the time we got home was telling me what a cave man I had been, that I had pounded her sore. She completely forgot what had happened. She saw the table, and thankfully she didn't put it in the living room, but it did go to the basement den area we had. I used to like going down there in the hot days of summer, to use it as a living room when it was so hot upstairs. Now it's down there. And Annie seems to have a fascination for it. Nothing weird, but I would see her starting at it, sometimes bending to touch it and almost caress the leather top. It is sturdy, and well worth the money. It is solid oak. There's a few odd stains on it that I don't think about. So within a few days she was normal. She really didn't talk about the yard sale, or what she got. I rarely saw any of the clothing she got. It's there in the closet and her dresser. Some really sexy outfits, but not suitable for a college professor. Some of the lingerie though ... Then, a week before school started up again, she looked at the picture albums in her phone, I kicked myself for not checking that at the motel. It had many similar pics to what was on mine. She showed me. Glared at me for taking porno. Denying that was her in them. Saying I had somehow taken them. Until I spotted several shots where either Tim and sometimes another man, in one case either Kurt of Kasim, was holding my camera, I could tell because of the case with our college's logo on it. That chilled her. "Did I do those things?" she asked in tiny voice, a tiny frightened voice. "No, you didn't, it was someone controlling you, controlling me. You didn't know what you were doing." Some of the ones on her phone showed her fucking, sucking and being sucked by other men and women. In one case the grey haired lady was trying to get her fist into Annie. That was on the phone when I tried to take it from her hand. Annie held on her phone for a while, just staring at it with wide open eyes and an odd expression on her face, almost a curious look. I got the pics off her phone and onto my laptop, and then onto a flash drive that I keep safe, where no-one else can see them. I couldn't bear to delete them. I tried to tell myself that it was in case we tried to get the police involved. But that was kidding myself. Something kept me from deleting them. A year later things were going well, she worked her way out of the funk from seeing the pics on her phone, and we went on. Sex was actually getting more frequent and more inventive, and just between the two of us. And a few toys she and I have gotten since then. And then the flier came. Annie stared and stared at that thing. Finally she put it down, but didn't put it away. I saw it on her nightstand. She was insatiable for sex after that. Every time we were alone she needed something. I was just as insatiable. It was crazy. I was afraid what it meant. I felt worried, terrified, I also felt a hunger, a desire. I looked at the pictures several times during those next weeks. I was confused and forgetful. It was agony. And I found that I couldn't satisfy Annie on my own, several times I found her alone in bed, or more chillingly, laying on that table, with toys in at least two holes every time. The last time I found her, she was still dressed, barely, in one of the satin lingerie outfits she got that day a year ago, she was kneeling on the floor beside that coffee table, leaning over it, with her pussy pushing into one of it's leather clad rounded corners. She was moving her pelvis steadily and insistently against that corner, her neck stretched out starting into nothing, sweating from the effort. The sight was so erotic that I couldn't look away. So I watched, and I took out my phone, set it to movie and filmed for some time, I left after her next orgasm. Finally the date got close to the sale date. It was one weekend away. And oddly, I knew where it was. When we first got back last year I had tried to find it on google earth, on state maps, on old and new road maps, and nothing. Now I knew just how to drive there. It was clear in my mind. The Sunday before the weekend of the Annual Kurt, Kasim and Lorena Yard sale, we were getting ready for bed. We had both showered, and both of us seemed satisfied with the lovemaking we had done that day, she read a book for a while, then turned to me when I put my book on the nightstand. "Honey, do you have any plans for next weekend?" Annie asked me. "No, nothing planned, why?" I answered. "Will you be up for a road trip?"