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Fourteen Day Program Ch. 02

By: toomuchinmyhead



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a fantasy, nor reality. The story contains discussions of sex outside of marriage and unprotected sex. It concerns a woman who volunteered to be conditioned to enthusiastically enjoy all things sexual for her husband. Please do not read it if you are bothered by these topics. If these subjects interest you, enjoy, and thanks for reading.

If you haven't read part one, you might need it to appreciate part two.

Part One seems to have struck a chord with a number of readers. (Thanks, all.) I am comforted to know that those who disliked part one will not be back, so I'll address some of the issues raised in the comments. Please remember that Liz VOLUNTEERED for the treatment, knowing full well what would happen to her. Tom TRUSTED Darla, they've been friends for years. And Tom will likely spend the next few parts of this saga finding out how lucky he is. I have not written the story far enough for him to be dissatisfied. Yet :-)

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"That should do it," Liz said. "Sorry, but it's the rules." 

Tom sat in the passenger seat, blindfolded again. The Organization had loaned them a car; Liz would drive to the garage where Tom's car was, they would lock the keys in the loaner, and drive home in their own car. He relaxed in his darkness, trying to be content with all that had happened this day, and eager to return home with this new, sexier and adventurous version of the woman he loved.

They were silent until he felt the car leave the long driveway and enter the road. 

"Liz?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I know you do, Tom, and I love you. More than anything."

They were silent again, for a time. Tom spoke, hesitatingly. "Back there, at the, uh, place..."

"Are you having second thoughts?" He felt the car slow. 

"No," he insisted, "not at all." His mouth was dry. Why was he nervous? "It's just... it seems so impossible. Too fantastic to be real." He paused. "Is it real?"

"Don't you believe what you saw?" The car had resumed driving speed.

"Of course, and I loved it. I loved seeing you so passionate, so open and relaxed, so willing. I loved watching you suck my dick." He considered a moment. "I loved seeing you love sucking my dick. You seemed to really be enjoying it."

"I did. It was great. It was even more exciting because you were enjoying it, and people were watching me blow you. But just having my mouth filled with hard cock is great."

"I could tell you liked it, I could see it in your face, and I felt it in the way you sucked me. It wasn't, like,..."

"Like before, like I used to. I know. I used to lick, and play with it, and caress it and kiss it. I know, I remember. I used to think that was how a good girl does it. All that sensitive caressing has it's place, of course, but I know now it's only a part of a good blow job. Now I let myself enjoy it, to like having my mouth filled with cock, what I used to think only bad girls did." She paused. "It took a lot of effort to understand that doing that doesn't make me bad, that it's not bad, that it's sexy and fun, and that I'm still the same person, a good person, even when I'm sucking cock. That liking sucking cock is okay. That I'm okay to enjoy it, when I'm really working it for maximum pleasure, to get that cum shooting into my mouth, or my face. I can't tell you how much I've learned about myself in two weeks, how my thinking has changed."

"Or your language," he laughed, and she joined him. 

"Yeah, I guess I sound a little salty, compared to before!" 

"It's kinda hot," Tom chuckled, "hearing you talk so dirty. A little shocking at first, but I think I can get used to it. Fast."

"Oh, so you like it?"

"I don't think I want to hear you use it in front of our family and friends, or at work, but with just us... yeah, I like it a lot!"

"I'll try to keep it toned down when we're not alone," she kidded, "unless you tell me different."

He paused again, and returned to his previous question. "So, back there. Seeing you so involved, so passionate. It's always been a turn-on for me to see you getting off." He was hesitant again, almost afraid to continue. "Today was the most excited I've ever seen you, I think. Watching you do those things..." 

"What things did you like?"

"Hold that thought, okay? I need to ask this." He swallowed, steeled himself, and spoke. "I've never seen you that passionate before, with me. Seeing you with Darla, and then Jason, you were so, well, so involved. So into it." He paused. "I guess I'm a little nervous. I mean, was that just with them?" He turned to her, even though he couldn't see her. "Will you be that way with me? With just the two of us? Or is that how you like it, with other people?" He heard her start speaking, and spoke over her. "I'm serious; I'm a little nervous. You said you had a lot of sex, with a lot of people, men and women. You did a lot of things you've never done. Than means 'never done with me'. You tell me you'll do them with me. Then I watch you have better, hotter sex than we've ever had together, or at least in a long time, only it's not with me, it's with Jason, and Darla for goodness sake, and it's hot to watch, sure, but it's still a little unbelievable. How could it be true?" He was rambling now, the words pouring out. "Why doesn't it piss me off to think of you fucking and sucking other men for two weeks? Why does the idea of you sucking cum out of your friend's pussy get me hot instead of making me angry? Seeing you suck Jason's cock clean, right after cumming in you." He took a breath. "You are my wife. I love you. You've always been a warm, wonderful person. Caring, and loving."

"I used to be exciting, too."

"You're still exciting to me."

"But I stopped being exciting to me."

"So you wanted to be a slut?"

"I want to be your slut." He heard passion in her voice, real yearning and emotion. "Tom, you don't know how it felt to realize that I was holding back our sex. To know that it could be great, that it had been great, and now it wasn't, and it was my fault."

"I never asked..."

"I know, and you never would, you wonderful man. You loved me too much to ask me to change. Well, I love you too much to not want to change." Silence. Then, "I am still the warm, loving caring woman you married. None of that has changed. You'll see. The only thing that has changed is my willingness to enjoy sex a little more."

There was silence. Only the hum of the tires in the background.

"It looked like a lot more," he finally commented.

"Well, okay, fair enough. A lot more. 

Another few minutes of tire noise passed before Tom resumed. "There's a lot here for me to think about. I guess that will take me a while to get my head around. In time, hopefully in short time, I'll see that it's just a sexier, more open you. I'm still wrestling with not being angry about you having sex outside of our marriage. I never cheated on you. Did you always cheat on me? I mean, I know you didn't, but it's where my brain goes. And I know that most of my blood was in my dick, not my brain, when I was watching you. And it was incredibly hot. He paused. "I feel like I am supposed to be pissed off, but I'm not. Because it was so hot. Because it was you, hot. You excited, enjoying. Letting go." Another pause. "But in the back of my mind, I feel like I'm supposed to be angry, and get all indignant about you fucking other men. And women. When you're spouse has sex with other people, you're supposed to be angry, furious, demand a divorce. If you aren't, does it mean you don't love them?"

"Oh," she cooed, "listen to you. You're so cute, you think you don't love me!" He heard the smile in her voice, started to say "I'm serious..." and she talked over him.

"I understand your confusion better than you think, honey. Granted, I had help getting through it these two weeks, but I'll help you."

"Sucking my dick helped, I guess." He grinned. 

"I'll bet it did, but hear me out first. You're worried about what you believe you are supposed to think. I felt the same way; I know how it tears you in both directions at once. 'I feel one thing' you tell yourself, 'but that's wrong, so I'll deny my personal feelings and force my thinking to the conventional way.' Right?" She paused. "Believe me, I get it. But this isn't world philosophy. This is personal. It's what I feel about me, and what you feel about you, nothing else. It's what we feel about us. There's no 'supposed to be' a certain feeling, there can't be any 'making myself feel the way I think I'm supposed to feel'. You feel what you feel. Denying your feelings just makes it worse." She paused, touched his leg. "If you like watching me sucking cum out of pussies, well, then, we can do that. But don't deny your feelings, or try to shut them out. It's dishonest, and it'll make you crazy. Believe me, I know."

Tom grunted agreement, and Liz continued. "And as for cheating. Cheating is when you are not faithful and honest to your partner. All those years I held myself back, denied my desires, denied your pleasure, that was cheating. That was cheating on us. The sex I had these two weeks was to better our marriage, not destroy it. It has nothing to do with love, with how I feel for you. I did it because I love you, not to deny our love. You'll understand that better the first time you fuck another woman for me."

"For you?"

"Well, someone's gotta fill her pussy with cum, right?"

He was stunned. "I guess..."

"Right, so after you fuck her, and I suck you clean, and then suck your cum out of her, you'll understand how it's not cheating. Because we'll be better."

Fuck, Tom thought, that might be the hottest thing I've ever heard. And she was so nonchalant about it, he added. Once more, the road noise was the only sound, as the words settled in, and they both contemplated what had been said. After a few miles, Tom spoke again.

"It seems fantastic."

"What does?"

"That you'll do whatever I want." He hesitated, then added, "Too fantastic. Like it can't be true. I know I keep saying that. But it's hard to believe."

"Well, it's true. You'll just have to wait and see."

"Anything?"

"Anything sexual. Even if it relates to sex, like dressing. There are some barriers in place, common sense stuff."

"Huh?" 

"Like, you can't tell me to say where the Organization is located, or do things that put my life in danger. Or yours. Or could create a public issue that might lead to discovery, like that; like, you can't make me fuck a dog on the front lawn. But you can tell me to fuck the dog's owner, on his front lawn, if he lives far enough away where we won't be known." She chuckled. "Discretion is important."

"But mostly anything?"

"Yep. Enthusiastically." 

"Fantastic," he whispered, admiringly. "Unreal."

"Oh, it's real. It's really, really real." He heard her grin through her words. "Hey, tell you what, Tom. We're going to get off the highway in about another five miles, then we have about ten or fifteen minutes to the garage. Why don't you tell me some of your fantasies?"

"I, uh..."

"Come on, honey. We have a few minutes. Tell me the things you haven't said for the last five years."

"Oh, I don't-"

"Better yet, why don't you ask me about them? Or ask me if I would do them? Or how would I like to do them? Then my conditioning will make me answer. And I think you'll like the answers."

"I'm not sure. Not that I won't like your answers. I'm not sure I can tell my fantasies."

"You have them, right? Things that you want to do? Things you want me to do? Right? Things that would be so exciting if we could do them? How about," she paused a second, and then spoke, slightly lower, breathy, "how about things that get you so aroused, but they're so far out you would never consider doing them? How about those?"

"Maybe I'll start off slow."

"Good. Start slow. Hey! Ask me about things we've done that you'd like to do again!"

"Like the Balcony Event?"

"Anything, baby."

"Well, then, how would you like to have sex with me on a hotel balcony, with people watching?"

"Hell yeah, spreading my legs for the crowd so they can see your big hard dick pounding my shaved pussy. Yeah, I'd love to. Watching my tits bouncing, seeing them watch me cum, screaming. M-mm, yeah."

"Nice," he smiled, "sounds even better than the first time."

"Give me another one. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to wear skirts, without underwear."

"M-mm, I like that, keeping my pussy exposed under my skirt for you. My smooth shaved pussy open and wet, and easy to get to whenever you want. Oh," she added, teasing, "what if my skirt is too short, or the wind blows it up, and everyone sees my hot pussy? Is that okay, baby?"

"I want to watch you play with yourself. With your clothes on. Just pull up your dress and finger yourself."

"O-oo, yeah baby, You want that when we get home? Or in the car on the way home? Or do you want me to do that out in public? Maybe under the table in a restaurant? You want to see my fingers in my pussy? You want me to fuck my fingers into my wet cunt, and see them come out all slippery with my girl juice?" She made a yummy sound. "I might lick my fingers, too. Suck my juice off like a cock." He heard her breathing, slightly heavy. "Tell me more. Tell me what you want."

"I want to cum in your mouth." 

"Fuck, you're making my pussy wet -- you want to shoot your nasty cum in my mouth? I want it, baby. I want to feel you pushing your hard meat into the back of my throat, I want to feel your balls tighten up, and feel your body jerk, knowing that your hot nasty cum is going to shoot into my mouth. I want to feel it shoot, feel the heat, the slick globs of slimy, nasty cum hitting my tongue, filling my mouth; I want to taste it, feel the texture, m-mm, I want to be your cum slut, taking your hot cum in my slut mouth."

"I want you to show me your mouth filled with cum, like a cum-loving slut, and then swallow it all, except for a little bit that drips down your face."

"You're nasty, baby, I fucking love it! You want to pull your dick out of my mouth, so I can look you in the eye, and open up my slut mouth and show you all the hot, nasty cum swirling around in my cum-slut mouth? You want to see my tongue playing with your nasty cum, making it spill out a little, over my lips? O-oo, yeah, I love my mouth filled with cum, all hot and nasty, and then I'll look in your eyes and swallow it down, feeling all that cum sliding down my throat, coating the inside of my mouth, and my lips, like a good slut. You like that, baby?"

"I want to cum all over your face."

"Can I play with my pussy while you do that? I want my fingers deep in my cunt and rubbing my hard clit while you explode your cock in my face. I want to feel hot globs of cum slapping into my cheeks, and my nose and lips, dripping off me, coating me; I want my face covered in your nasty cum, dripping into my open mouth, baby, a big fucking hot load of cum, all over my face. Licking it off my lips while I fuck my fingers into my pussy and make myself cum while you spray your jizz in my face."

She paused a second. "We're getting pretty close to the garage, another few minutes." She was panting excitedly. Tom wondered if she was touching herself while she drove. "Tell me another fantasy you want to do with me, I want to hear more."

"Anal. I want to fuck you in the ass."

"Oh, my God, you nasty fuck, you've never mentioned that before. You want to put your big hard dick in my tight little ass?"

"I've always wondered," he told her. "Fantasized about it. I never brought it up because, well..." He noticed a scent in the car, and recognized it. It was the smell of female arousal, the smell of sex. He heard a faint sound, and knew it was Liz fingering her wet pussy. "I want to."

"You want to lube my ass and your hard cock and push it up my back door? You want me on my hands and knees, spreading my cheeks, so you can watch my ass open and take your cock. Fuck, you dirty boy, fuck my ass, my ass wants your dick inside it. I want to feel your big cock opening me up, stuffing me, filling me up." Tom suddenly felt fingers at his mouth, and opened his lips to accept them- they were wet, slick with her juices, and he sucked them hungrily. "Oh, yeah, baby, taste my pussy, see how hot I am hearing about what you want to do with me? You got me so wet." The taste was familiar, but unusual, and it passed his mind that she'd been fucked before they left. "Is your dick hard, baby? Are you as hot as I am right now?" He wondered, briefly, remembering Jason cumming in her, just a flashing image, and then he resumed sucking her fingers. Maybe a little harder. She pulled them out.

"Okay," she said, "we're pulling up to the garage. You should take off the blindfold and sit up." She giggled, saying, "We don't want anyone reporting a kidnapping! But while you fix yourself, tell me something else you want me to do."

"I want you to tongue my ass," he blurted, pulling the wrap from his eyes.

"Nice. Nasty boy." 

Tom sat up and adjusted his seat back. "I want to lay on my back while you suck my dick, and then lick my balls." He blinked into the daylight as he opened his eyes. "I want you to suck my balls into your sexy mouth." He looked at her, saw her smoothing her skirt down. She must have had it pulled up, her fingers in her pussy. Fucking hot. "Then I want you to push my legs up, and lick down, under my balls, and then lick my ass, and stick your tongue up my ass, you nasty, sexy girl."

She pulled up to the automatic gate, took a ticket, and they drove up three levels. The third was mostly empty, and she spotted his car easily, and pulled in next to it. "Well, we're here," she said, turning it off. She put the keys up into the visor, and got out, as Tom was getting out his side. He walked to the back of the car, met her as she came around, and grabbed her waist, pulling her into him, crushing her lips with an eager, hungry kiss. She grunted passionately into his mouth as their tongues caressed each other, and her breath was short; quick gasps, broadcasting her excited state. Tom broke the kiss, held her; their faces so close he felt the heat of her skin as she angled her head up to see him, their bodies pressed together. "I love you," he whispered hoarsely, "I always have, and I always will. You have always been sexy and attractive to me. But this change in you, my God, if it's even partly true- I never thought I could love you more, but I do. And I want you, need you. In ways I never dreamed. Damn, girl, you are the hottest, sexiest, nastiest dirty girl I could ever love with all my heart." He kissed her. "And mind." He pulled her into him. "And cock!" He pressed his erection into her belly, and she pressed back. 

He broke away, and pulled her to the passenger side of their car. There were no other cars past them. He opened the door, and with his hand on her waist, escorted her into the seat. She sat, but as she lifted her feet to get all the way in, he stopped her. "Hold it," he said, standing in the open door, facing her. She sat sideways, her feet on the ground.

"Show me your pussy."

She smiled at him, and her knees came apart as she pulled her skirt up, exposing her thighs, then her swollen lips, until her legs were lewdly spread, opening her pussy. She licked her lips.

"Spread yourself open and put your fingers inside." She reached down, spreading her lips wide with one hand, and the other pushed two fingers up into her hole. "Fuck your cunt with your fingers. Show me how wet your cunt is." 

"M-mm, yeah, baby, my cunt is so fucking wet, and my clit is so hard, I'm so hot right now. Oh, that's so good having my pussy filled, I wish it was a cock instead of my fingers."

"Don't stop," he cautioned, and pulled down his fly, and wrestled his erection out of his pants. "Tell me," he asked, stroking himself in front of her, "did you like Jason's cock fucking you?


Fourteen Day Program Ch. 02



"Yeah, baby, I love being fucked by a hard cock."

"Did you like when he shot his cum in you?"

"M-mm, you know I did, feeling all that hot gooey cum filling me up..."

He leaned down to her face, his hand still holding his hard cock, pointing it at her. "Did you clean yourself up before you left?" he asked.

She grinned knowingly, her hand still pumping fingers into her wet hole while her other hand rubbed her clit. "No," she whispered, "his cum is still in there, it's all wet and nasty." He thought of the fingers in his mouth, and realized he wasn't turned off. "Suck your fingers," he told her, "lick your juice and his cum off your fingers like it's a cock."

He watched her pulled her fingers out, slick, shiny with her juice, and some white globs. A wet string stretched from her pussy to her hand as she raised it. She formed her mouth into an "o", and inserted the middle two fingers as she groaned. "Keep rubbing yourself," he told her, "while you suck his cum off your fingers. Taste your nasty fucked cunt, you dirty, sexy slut." He watched her, her eyes closed in passion, as she rubbed and sucked, one hand in her mouth, the other between her spread legs.

"Put your fingers back in your cunt, Liz. Fuck yourself. Fuck your cum-filled cunt with your hand. Put three fingers in, fill yourself up." He stepped into her, his cock aiming at her face. "Now open your dirty mouth, and suck my dick."

For the second time today Liz drove her head forward, impaling her mouth on his cock, swirling her tongue around it as she pumped her head up and down. The first time she had sucked him until she was told to stop, and their friend Darla, who had brought Liz to the Organization who transformed her, had finished sucking him until he came in Darla's mouth. 

This time Liz would finish him. 

"Look at you, you're so sexy, so wild and sexy, so fucking hot," he encouraged, "anybody who comes by will see your fingers fucking your shaved pussy with your mouth working my cock." She moaned on his cock in response, pushing her head down further, holding it there. "Fuck, you're so horny and hot," he put one hand on top of her head. He pushed her head back, so she was looking up at him. He bent over and kissed her hard, mashing his lips into hers, feeling them slick with spit from working his shaft. His tongue tasted her mouth, and he smelled and tasted the remnants of her pussy, and another one, a tangy, slick texture, and he knew it was semen, and his tongue delved further into her mouth. She responded to his passion, kissing back, gasping her excitement into his breath. 

He broke the kiss, held his face close to hers, speaking in an urgent, hoarse whisper. "My God, you're the sexiest woman in the world! You've got me so hot I'm going to explode! Suck my cock, Liz. Make yourself cum, I want you to cum with my cock in your mouth. I'm going to tell you more of my fantasies while you suck my dick and fuck yourself, I'm going to tell you the wildest, nastiest things I can imagine! Now fucking suck me off!"

He stood up, still holding her head, and pushed his hips at her, driving his stiff rod at her open mouth, burying it into the warm, wet caress of her eager lips and tongue. She started pumping her head immediately, driving it down on his cock, coating his shaft with spit, grunting with the effort, over and over.

"You hot, sexy slut, I'm going to fill your mouth with cum, and shoot it on your face. I want to see your beautiful face covered in my cum," he began. "I am gonna make you fill my wildest dreams. I want to watch you eat pussy, and suck another woman's tits. I want to see you sixty-nine with her, and I want you to lick her pussy while I fuck her." She moaned, and he felt the vibration on his dick, running up his spine. "I want you to go out to a club and find a woman to bring home, for us, so she can sit on your face while I fuck you. I want her to fuck your cunt with a strap-on while I fuck your ass. I want to watch you put your tongue in her ass, lick her ass out, while you finger her pussy."

She groaned into his cock, louder, her fingers now rubbing furiously on her clit as she jammed three fingers into herself.

"I want to bring home another couple, so you can get fucked in your pussy and ass at once, while you eat her cunt. I want to watch you suck his cock; I want my face right next to yours, to see your sexy slut mouth filled with his cock, so I can talk to you while you suck him off, tell you how hot you are, how sexy you are when he is cumming in your mouth."

Her grunts increased in pitch, became shorter, needier, repeating over and over as she neared orgasm.

"I'm going to fuck a woman you bring home; you're going to put my cock in her pussy, and finger her ass while I fuck her, and fill her with my hot cum, and then she's going to squat over your face, and drip my cum into your mouth, so you can swallow it all, and lick it out of her pussy."

Her head was jerking in short motions now, as her hand was a blur on her clit, her orgasm moments away.

"I'm going to find two studs to fuck you, so you can have cocks in your mouth, your pussy and your ass at once, you nasty, sexy beautiful slut, you want that, three cocks pounding you at once, we're all going to shoot our cum in you, in your face and ass, and then we'll do it again, and you can suck my dick after I fuck you, clean all my cum off my dick, your mouth and face covered in cum already ..."

And she came then, her mouth still sealed tightly on the head of his cock, and her eyes widened as her climax took her, and her mouth opened slightly wider; she was screaming her orgasm around his cock. Her passion triggered his own orgasm, and his balls tightened and clenched, and he felt the first blast shoot into her mouth as he bellowed his orgasm, blast after blast of cum shooting into her mouth, too much for her as she came, with her lips opened as she yelled, muffled, and it drooled out around his shaft, and still he was cumming, and the cum dripped down her face, her neck, and onto her blouse even as her orgasm was shaking her, cresting, and beginning to subside. Tom saw her face relax, cum dripping down her chin, as she brought her cum slicked hands up to stroke the remaining cum from his shaft, sucking again, pulling every drop from him. He saw her throat moving, knew she was swallowing the cum in her mouth, while she cooed sweetly, licking the remaining drops of cum from the head of his softening cock. 

He looked at her, and she looked up at him, even as she stroked his shaft with her pussy-slicked fingers, she stroked, then sucked, staring into his eyes, proud of her work, enjoying the results. He felt the admiration, the attraction for her, even stronger now, as she stared lovingly, stroking his spent cock with her fingers, her lips and tongue.

"Shit, that was unbelievable," he managed, looking down at her. Her eyes never left his, holding his cock at the base, licking the head playfully, and she smiled. 

"Nice load, baby. Do I look nasty with cum dripping on my blouse?" Tom looked down, saw her chin and neck streaked with his load, and wet spots on her white blouse where the overflow had dripped down. He took his dick back, and began putting it away. "M-mm, yeah, you look so sexy, so dirty," he grinned. Liz took one finger, scooped a glob from her chin, and sucked the finger into her mouth. 

"Should I clean up?" she asked playfully.

Tom pulled up his zipper, took his face in her hands. "You," he said, lovingly, "are the sexiest woman ever. No," he kissed her forehead, "no, leave it there, you beautiful, sexy woman. Your face can be as messy as your pussy for the rest of the ride." He kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and then their lips met in a sensuous, slow and loving kiss. 

Tom, he thought to himself, you are the luckiest man in the world.



Fourteen Day Program Ch. 03



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a fantasy story of a wife who has volunteered to have her sexual inhibitions removed for her husband. This section could have been posted to the Anal section, but I felt it really belongs here, due to the process that took them here. 

In this chapter they continue to explore her new openness, including porn and anal sex. If this isn't for you, feel free to move on to another story. If you've enjoyed the first two chapters, then welcome back. 




Chapter 3

Back on the highway, on the final leg of their trip home, Tom glanced at the dashboard clock, and saw it was past three already. He'd never had a Saturday like this, he grinned, noting for about the hundredth time the cum drying on his wife's blouse. She had wiped the drips off her chin with a finger that she licked clean, after licking what she could reach with her tongue. 

"By the time we get home," he commented, "we could start thinking about dinner."

"M-mm, yeah. What time is – whoa, I had no idea it was that late already. Yeah, I'm hungry already," she confessed, "I'll be starving by five."

"I confess I didn't make anything."

"Oh, you're kidding," she teasingly pouted. "You didn't prepare a feast before you came to get me?" She stuck out her bottom lip, but then laughed.

"Oh, yeah, this morning. Like I really had my head on straight!" he laughed with her.

"It was pretty straight in the parking garage!"

"Not that head," he grinned, and chided, "you evil temptress! Is that all you can think of?"

"Sorry, it was on my mind. And chin! And my clothes, since you asked!" She rubbed at one of the spots, but it only spread a little. 

"Maybe," he suggested, "we should take a few minutes to clean up when we get home, you know, change and all. Before we go out to eat."

"Hmm, good idea," she agreed. "What do you want to go out for?"

"Cause there's nothing at home, and I'd rather we didn't start cooking ..."

"No, I know, I agree, and thanks. What food, I meant." She touched his arm as they drove, just a nonchalant touch. "What food do you want to have?"

"Keep it simple, I guess. Maybe just pizza. Not fast food."

" 'kay," she confirmed, looking out the window. From the corner of his eye he watched her lean into the seat back, turning a little to relax. He drove on in silence for a time, reflecting. Then, "Hey, Liz?"

"Hmm?"

"What's it going to be like now?"

"What?"

"Us. Regular us. Going out for pizza us. Regular life things."

"I guess it'll be what it always was. We're the same people. You're the same, right?"

"Yeah," he agreed, "I guess".

"And I'm the same." He started to make a noise, and she shushed him with her hand. "No, not that. Clearly, that changed; that was the goal. But that's not our whole life. It's a big, important part, for sure," she smiled. "But that's the only part that changed. The rest of me is the same. We're still in love, and we still both like and dislike the same things we did before. I'll still bug you when I interrupt your stories, and you'll still bug me when you answer questions with a question." She slapped his shoulder playfully. 

"Hey, I'm driving," he pretended.

"Tough guy."

"We could've crashed."

"Stop it. But there, you see, that's just us, the same way we always are, no different. Tonight we'll go out, have some pizza, have a few laughs, you'll tell me about work and stuff."

"It sucked last week, work."

"I bet. We'll see some folks who make us laugh, we'll have a couple of chuckles at their expense, like we always do." She touched his arm again, that connected meaningful way. "You'll make fun of the way someone talks, and I'll make you do that all night." She sat back. "Like we do, usual."

He nodded, agreeing silently, driving. Thinking.

When they got home she called the shower first, and he agreed. She always needed more time after the shower, and he didn't think the last fourteen days had changed that. He picked out clothes. He walked the house, looking at the bedroom, the den, the living room. He thought about the evening ahead, and about tomorrow, about going back to work Monday. About going back to normal. When Liz got out, Tom took a slow, hot shower, and considered further. About Monday, about normal life. About the time until then. 

Would they be the same? Would the decision she had made for her, for him, really not affect the non-sexual parts of their lives? For the first time, it seemed, he considered the emotional impact of what she'd done. Sure, she would enjoy the sex, and so would he. And she'd be open to just about anything. (He reminded himself that she had already DONE just about everything, without him, and he was instantly afraid of that realization, and buried it.) She would enjoy pleasing him, no matter what he asked of her. "Your wildest dreams are about to come true." Is that what they had said? Something like that. But after sex, in between sex, there was love. Love was why they were married, why they sacrificed for each other. Sexual urges was the reason they had sex, but love was why it was special, with each other. Her love for him was the reason she'd made this decision. Was it still there? Would it still connect them in their everyday lives?

He realized he was standing in the shower motionless, lost in thought. It had been less than twenty-four hours since he'd heard the story, learned what she had done, for him, for THEM, together. He wondered how long it would take for him to get used to the idea. He finished showering.

They dressed, and talked, but Liz did most of it, as usual. Happy, cheerful, she chatted amiably as she dressed and they went out. In the car on the way to eat, Liz commented on his mood.

"You're awfully quiet," she said as they pulled into the parking lot. They had selected a Pizza restaurant not far from home. 

"I was, uhm, thinking, I guess," he said, distractedly. He looked over at her as he turned off the car. She was gazing at him, a small smile on her face, her eyes danced with mischief, allure, and playful seduction. As he had so many times in their relationship, he fell in love with her all over again. He grinned foolishly, and thought about after dinner, and tomorrow. All the time before Monday morning. 

"Well?"

"Well, what?" he asked. He took the keys and opened the door, got out. She did the same, and he found himself looking over the top of the car at her. 

"Well," she said, still smiling, "are you going to tell me what you were thinking?"

"Actually, I was thinking of what we might do after dinner, when we get home." He came around the car, took her hand. "I have some ideas. But maybe I'll just play it by ear."

"That's a good idea, I like that," she replied. They went inside.

They ate, they talked about work and home, about usual life stuff. It was uneventful, and special for them, because it righted their relationship, put their non-sexual connection back on track. He found that he could disregard the two missing weeks, could set aside his imagination, her story, and relate to her as a person, still; as a wife and partner, and not just as a sexual accomplice. 

Afterwards, they stopped in a liquor store, grabbed a couple of bottles of wine, and one of champagne. "To celebrate," he told her, "a new chapter in our lives." She smiled, and they got back in the car, but she asked him to pull into the Drugstore. They went in, and she said she had to get a few things. He looked around, picked up some vitamins, some men's supplements. When he met her at the register she was checking out, and he took a quick inventory. Intimate lube, several douches, razors and shave cream, depilatory cream, vitamin e oil, and enemas. He looked at her. She checked out as though she bought this stuff every day. 

Back in the car, he had to ask. "I understand most of it, and agree, although I don't get the razor and the hair remover-"

"Oh, it's easy to shave you pussy," she interrupted, "but the cream is easier on your ass."

"But- well, thanks for that, but what I really don't get is the enemas."

"For anal, silly. You mentioned that you want to try it. A lady has to prepare."

"Really? I just figured..."

"No, you don't 'just', unless you want a dick covered in shit. You prepare. Diet is important, cleaning is critical. They showed me how at the center."

He thought about that as they drove home.

When they got home they put away the stuff, opened the champagne, and toasted to the new 'them', and all it would bring. On a whim, thinking of their discussions of his fantasies, he asked if she might invite Darla over for some fun. Confessing them out loud made them hard to ignore.

"Not this weekend, she working an event, she won't be home till Monday," she said, matter-of-factly. 

He was silent a second, remembering his commitment. "You'll have to do that too, when they call."

"Yes." She looked at him. "Does that upset you?"

"I don't know. Maybe a little. I'm not sure how I feel about it."

"We should talk it through, then, and soon. You seemed okay seeing me today, when you picked me up."

"I was there, I participated." He thought. "Not that I have much choice. I'll get past it. Maybe if you tell me about it afterwards?"

"I could do that." She thought, then added. "We could try a practice run, see how it goes."

"A practice run?"

"Sure. You send me out, alone, or with Darla. I come back and tell you about it, see how you react."

He wondered why he wasn't angry or jealous that his wife had just suggested that he send her to fuck strangers. But he wasn't, and said so.

"Good, see? It's actually kind of hot, isn't it?" She grinned. "Should we try next weekend?"

"Maybe the one after," he replied. "Maybe next weekend Darla can come over."

"O-oo, okay, a better idea."

She came to him, and they held each other. Then they poured the end of the champagne and went up to the bedroom. They spent the rest of the night making slow love, enjoying regular sex, although he noted she was much more adventurous. At one point she got on top, facing him, and played with her nipples while she rode him, telling him how good it felt. He told her to turn around, and she did, showing him her ass as she rode his cock. He touched her ass, something he'd never done, and she squirmed.

"Maybe you want to try that tomorrow?" He came in her, just from the thought. After she climbed off, before reaching for a towel, she showed him her shaved pussy, leaking his cum, and she suckled his cock clean. 





The next morning Tom woke late to find himself in bed alone. He pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and made his way to the kitchen where he found Liz making eggs. He kissed her on the back of her neck.

"There's coffee," she said, "Good morning. I heard you getting up and started your eggs. I ate already." She turned, gave him a peck on the cheek. "Sit." He poured a coffee and had a seat. There was nothing different about his life. Nothing had changed. Except, he thought, my beautiful wife will fulfill any sexual fantasy I have. Of course, to do that, he remembered, she had sucked and fucked countless men and women, dozens of times, over the last few weeks. Not for the last time he wondered why that didn't bother him more. Or was it that he just wouldn't let it?

Liz brought his eggs and they chatted while he ate. When he was close to finishing, she asked him if he would clean up the dishes while she got in the shower. She kissed him, and said she might be a while. 

He watched some of the Sunday news shows, but lost interest after a while, and drifted to the den for his computer. Sex was on his mind, his dick kept getting hard and soft, up and down, tenting his sweats. He checked some email, but couldn't concentrate on that, either. Finally he relented. He searched for adult sex toys, and found what looked to be a few reputable sites. He settled on one, and started looking through the offerings, selecting some to his wish list. He didn't hear Liz come in.

"Well, what are you looking at?" she asked over his shoulder. He smelled her, clean and fresh, and felt her warmth at his shoulder. "Oh, nice," she commented at the oversize dildo he had on the screen. 

He felt himself grinning, a little embarrassed. "I was checking out some toys, you know," he explained, "for us."

"I see," she answered. "Are you ordering anything?"

More relaxed, since she seemed okay with it, he answered, "Not yet, I was just saving ideas in a wish list." He waited, hesitant. "Want to see so far?"

"Sure."

He clicked on the link, and pictures and descriptions came up.

"That's a lot of wishes!" she chirped.

"I'm not ordering everything," he defended, "I just wanted to compare." He felt a hand on his neck, stroking lightly. 

"So, let's look." He heard a smile as she spoke. "If you want my opinion, that is."

"You know I do."

They looked at dildos and vibrators, and picked out a few; a slim dildo, an oversized one; a small bullet vibe, a giant fancy multi-function, and g-spot vibe. There were nipple toys; Tom selected some suction toys, Liz picked the clamps. They picked out some straps and ties for light bondage, a harness and a padded positioner. Tom showed her the anal toys, and they selected a variety of plugs in different sizes, and some vibrating anal toys for men. "Trust me, you're going to like it," she told him. They added lube and a melting candle. It was expensive. 

"We get free shipping," he joked.

"And free DVD's, she added, hitting him playfully. "Oh, wait, one more thing." She grabbed the mouse, found strap-ons and harnesses, and added those. "For when we have company," she said. After ordering, she told him to go shower and come back down. "But don't get too dressed, just wear a robe. I have something for you."

Thinking it was sex, he hurried and returned to find her watching porn. "I was just getting some ideas, some stuff we can watch, you know, to stimulate our imaginations."

"Cool," he replied, and slipped his hand down the front of her shirt. "What do you have for me?"

"Not that, yet," she told him. "Let's go upstairs." She led him up, and into their bathroom, and told him to strip. 

"I just showered," he questioned.

"I know, and now we're going to groom you." She reached into the closet, and took out shaving gear. "You like my pussy shaved," she told him, "and I want your balls shaved. He was stunned, and didn't move. "Well, let's go." Still nothing. "Honey, you want me to lick your ass and suck your balls, right? And I want to do those things. But I want to lick skin, not hair."

He undressed. 

She used an electric clipper to trim, then hot towels and shave cream, and began shaving him, removing all the hair around the base of his cock, and shaving his balls. She made him turn around, and smeared lotion on his ass, then his shoulders, back and upper arms, then made him wait a few minutes, then undressed, took him into the shower, and rinsed him off. When they were done she showed him how he looked. He had to admit, it was pretty sexy.

"Good enough to eat," she told him. "Get dressed, and we'll watch some videos I selected."

Back downstairs, he found her at the computer. He pulled up a chair and sat next to her. "I found a free site, all the videos you can think of, and some you can't. Some are amazing, really."

They watched amateur couples fucking and sucking, girlfriends and wives taking facials, swallowing cum. They watched women masturbate, women having squirting orgasms. There were amateur threesomes, girls licking each others pussies, ass licking, ass fingering. Women taking all three holes, women getting cum baths, men and women eating creampies, women swapping and snowballing cum. Gang bangs, glory holes, ass fucking, bondage, spanking. 

He was hard as a rock. All the while she was saying things like, "You like that? You want me to do that? Would you like to do that to me?" At first her comments were matter-of-fact, then seductive, and later, a little breathy and heated. They sounded the way he felt. During one of the anal videos she looked at him and said, "that's what you're going to do to me in a little while." He thought his cock would explode in his pants without ever touching it.

She started another video, a woman fucking another woman with a strap-on, while a man fucked the woman's ass. He opened his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, sat back down with his cock sticking straight up from his lap. "Suck my dick," he told her. 

She grinned and moved her head into his lap, opening her mouth as she did, and wrapped her mouth around the head, licking around it, wetting the shaft, and then plunging her head down until his cock head was pressed against the back of her mouth. He heard her moaning and felt her breath on his hairless balls. She bobbed her head, and pulled up.

"M-mm, it's nice with no hair, all smooth and sexy."

Tom turned his chair, and spread his legs over the arms, grinned. "Lick my shaved balls, Liz. I want you to suck my balls into your mouth, one at a time, like that girl did in the video."

Her eyes widened and lit up, and she slipped from her chair to the floor, on her knees between his legs. She grabbed the base of his cock, stroking it upwards while she opened her mouth, flattened her tongue, and stroked it wetly up the middle of his ball sack. Holy shit, Tom thought, that's incredible. Then she was teasing and licking each one, making it dance in on her lips, rubbing her face on them. He looked at her, and she looked directly into his eyes and opened her mouth, wide, and sucked his left ball into her mouth. Holding his gaze, she swirled it inside, bathing it with warm saliva, sucking it softly, then harder, like it was a tiny round cock. She pushed her tongue up behind it then, still sucking it, and teased the back of his scrotum, then pushed her head closed to reach the sensitive spot behind his balls. 

He moaned out load, and she switched to the other one, giving it identical treatment. She stroked his cock as she sucked, then released his heavy globes and pushed her mouth down over his shaft, until it hit the back of her mouth and triggered her gag reflex. She held it there, shook her head back and forth, and pulled off. She stroked him lightly as she spoke.

"M-mm, baby, your balls are delicious. They feel so smooth and sexy in my mouth." She licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. "Yum," she smiled. 

"You're going to make me cum," he warned her.

"I want you to cum," she said, "so when you fuck my ass you'll last, and fuck me good and long." She grinned, lowered her voice to a throaty, sexy whisper. "I want you to cum in my mouth, fill my mouth with your hot cum, shoot it in me." She licked another drop. "And then I want to kiss you, and share my delicious treat as you kiss my nasty, sexy, cock-sucking mouth."

She pulled his cock forward, pointing it at her face, and opened wide to take it as far as she could, then proceeded to pump her head and hand on it, stroking him with her lips, tongue and fingers. Tom groaned, feeling the surge building; as excited as he was, he knew it would be big, and fast. He wanted to cum, but wanted the blowjob to never end. She caught his eye as she sucked, smirking with a gleam as she coaxed his climax. He was close, he could feel it, he was going to cum in her mouth, something she had disliked intently before, and now she wanted it, was eager for it. He felt something below his balls, and before he could warn her of his cum, he felt her poking a finger between his butt cheeks, finding his tight hole, pressing a fingertip inside, and he exploded.

Screaming, he shot his first blast into her mouth as she continued bobbing her head, smearing the shaft with cum as the second and third salvos fired out. His balls squeezed and pulsed and she stopped bobbing, and held him in her mouth, sucking, and his head became extra sensitive, and he tried to pull back. But she kept sucking, wrenching additional torturous delight from his cock as the last of his cum spilled into her mouth. 




Fourteen Day Program Ch. 03



Finally, she pulled off, her sealed lips slick with cum, and rose up to her feet, and leaned in to kiss him. As she approached he caught the scent of his cum, harsh and foreign, and then her lips were on his, and her tongue pushed inside. He tasted his cum, hot and slick from her mouth, and he opened, and they kissed, tongues swirling in the white hot syrup, breathing heavily as they shared his semen. The taste was unusual, but not awful, the texture wet and slick, and he swallowed, taken by the passion of the moment. She pulled back slightly, spoke into his mouth between kisses and light caresses of her tongue on his lips.

"O-oo, that was so fucking hot, sweetie, I fucking loved that," she cooed. He smelled himself on her breath, felt her lips pulpy and slick with his load. "I love your cum, I love kissing you with a mouth that was on your cock, sucking your cum."

"You," he told her, "are the sexiest woman alive. Damn, I love you."

"Did you like your cum?"

Surprisingly, he admitted he did, but more because it was her, giving it to him. She almost blushed at the compliment. "Maybe one day you'll lick it from my fucked pussy," she whispered, "make me cum with your mouth after you fill me with cum, you dirty boy."

After seeing how sexy her pussy looked last night, shaved and pretty and spilling his cum, he had to admit the thought had occurred to him. It's not like he had never tasted it, jerking off. And now, having had a half a mouthful from her kiss, well...

She went upstairs to dress, leaving him there, telling him to rest up for the afternoon. "Remember," she said, "it's back to work tomorrow. No sex all day and all night for a few days." She smiled. "Just all night until the weekend!"

He turned off the computer, wrapped himself in his robe, and went to the kitchen, got a glass of water, reflecting on the events of the past two days. He'd done things with Liz he'd only previously dreamed of, and seen her do things he'd never imagined. And he knew she'd done more than that. Now, watching the videos, wondering what else they could do. He almost laughed to himself into the glass of water, sputtering a little. I might be the luckiest man in the world. 

Liz came down, kissed him, told him she was going grocery shopping. "We need food," she teased him, "someone didn't do much shopping while I was gone!" She left, and he went upstairs to dress. 

In front of the mirror, he looked at himself. He was in good shape, he thought, and apparently still attractive to Liz. He liked the way his equipment looked, shaved and exposed, as he pulled on a t-shirt, liked the way his back felt with no hair. Same for his ass. He remembered the finger Liz poked in his ass when he came, and wondered what her tongue would feel like. His imagination took hold, and he remembered the toys they ordered, the anal toys, and an image of Liz stuffing a vibrator up his butt while she sucked his cock flashed into his head. His dick stirred, and he shook his head, smiling. How would he get any work done this week? Was he going to be walking around hard every day?

Later she came home, and they brought in the groceries. He noticed a lot of fruits and vegetables, more whole grains and fiber, and less meat than usual. He asked if they were on a diet.

"Kind of," she explained. "Fruits and vegetables are better for you, in general," she told him, "but there's a side benefit, too." She grinned, putting the salad stuff next to the sink to wash it. "It's easier to get ready for anal sex," she said, and holding a cucumber up, grinned. "Did you think about me while I was gone?"

After a light lunch, they sat and watched some television and cuddled. It wasn't long before hands started caressing and stroking, and breathing got heavier. She pulled away, and got up. "I'm going up to get ready," she announced, "I'll call you when I'm done."

"Get ready?" he asked.

"I want to clean out, so you can fuck my ass," she said coyly. He was dumbstruck. Her frank sex language was very arousing, but a little disturbing, and he wondered if he would ever get used to it. He hoped not.

He surfed channels mindlessly until he heard his cell phone announce a message. He picked it up, and opened it, it was a picture message. When he opened the picture, he saw a finger pushed inside an ass, and the words 'I am ready for you'. He assumed it was her ass, he'd never seen it enough to recognize it up close, but he was out of his seat quickly and headed up to the bedroom.

When he walked in, he was greeted by a rear view of her, standing at the foot of the bed, bent over, legs spread, her lovely soft ass cheeks spread wide open by her hands. "You got my message?" she asked.

"That's so fucking hot," he told her, standing in the doorway. "I confess I didn't know if that was your ass, though."

"Does this help?" she replied, and moved one hand, reaching a finger to her tight crinkled bud, and pressing it inside. "Recognize it now?"

"I'll never forget it, you sexy devil."

"Do you like my ass, baby? Do you like the way I put my finger inside, playing with my tight hole? Do you want to shove your cock in my ass, and fuck my tight little hole?"

"Fuck yeah!" he told her.

"Get your clothes off, and come over her so I can suck your dick, get it nice and hard for my ass." He was naked in a flash, and climbed on the bed beside her head. He pointed his half hard member at her face, and she lifted her head and took it into her mouth. She made loud sucking noises as she worked it, growing it to full steam, and then popped her mouth off. "M-mm, that' so nice, I could suck your cock all day," she told him, "but I want you in my ass, I want you to take my tight hole and fuck it with your hard cock."

She reached under herself, and gave him the bottle of lube. "Lube my ass, sweetie, get it ready to take your cock."

He moved behind her, nervous and excited. "I've never done-"

"Use your finger, go easy at first. I'll tell you what to do." He balked, and pushed aside the sudden reminder that she had done this before, with others. A lot?

He uncapped the bottle, and squirted a small amount onto her crack, drizzling it onto her sexy little rosebud. She cooed as he touched her, smearing it over the hole, seeing her muscles react, clenching, then relaxing, and then he slipped a fingertip inside, pulling the lube in, feeling the heat and the smooth, tight embrace. He dripped a little more, and slid his finger all the way in, eliciting a groan from her. He hesitated, thinking he hurt her, but she reassured him. 

"That's good, now stroke it in and out, like that," she told him. "you like having your finger in my ass, baby? O-oh, finger my ass, get my back door open and ready."

He stroked, feeling her ass react, nearly overwhelmed by the sensation, the newness of the experience. His cock was like steel, despite the amount of sex he'd had, as recently as this morning. He dripped a little more on her hole as he pulled back, saw it stay open a little.

"Add another finger now," she advised, and he did, feeling it tighter, stretching around the two digits, and he pushed, slowly, rotating them a little to spread the lube, opening her ass. He pushed past the inner ring, getting another moan from her, feeling her ass open wide, pushing out, and accepting the invasion. He pushed again, and his fingers slipped in to the base, and he dripped some lube on the ring, and twisted them. 

"Oh, that's so good, open me up for your dick, stretch my ass open." 

"You're so tight, so fucking hot, your ass is gripping my fingers, fuck, I want to shove my cock up your ass."

"Oh, yeah, baby I want your cock in me, fucking my ass, put another finger in, open me up so I'm ready."

He slid his fingers out, coated a third with lube, and pressed them at her opening, slipping it inside, feeling more resistance now as they entered her. She gave a sharp cry as he pushed, and he backed off. 

"No, keep going, stretch me, hurt me, it's so good," she encouraged, and he pushed, slowly, rotating, until his fingers were halfway inside. She was breathing heavily, making grunting noises mixed with small cries and moans. Her asshole was stretched around his fingers, buried to the second knuckle, and he felt it twitching and pushing at him. I have three fingers halfway in my wife's ass, where I've never had even one before, he thought. 

"Give me your cock now, baby, put your dick in my ass, get in there and let me feel my ass filled." He sprinkled lube onto his shaft and dropped the bottle, and smeared it all over his shaft, stroking, covering all of it, his other hand still holding his fingers in her. When he was coated, he stepped up, pulled his fingers out and watched her asshole stay open for a few second. My wife's ass is open for me, he thought, and excitedly pressed his cockhead against it as it closed, then pushed out against him. 

"That's it baby, give me your cock, press it in, nice and slow, so I feel every inch." He pushed, realigned, and pushed again, and watched her ass open and accept his cock head. It disappeared inside, and she moaned. 

"M-mm, go slow at first, ease it in, let me get used to it. He pressed slowly, then picked up the lube, dripped some on her opened ring. He felt resistance at his head.

"Here comes the good part, open me inside, open that muscle up and push in me."

He pushed, feeling her ass tighten, felt her inner ring resist, then open and give way, and he groaned with her as half his cock slipped into her tight anal canal. He paused, then pushed again, feeling another inch slip inside, and he moved back and forth slightly, fucking her a little, treated to her urging.

"Yeah, how does that feel, baby? You like your cock in my ass? It feels so good, so full, so dirty and nasty, oh, it's so fucking big in me, push it, baby, put it all the way in!"

He pulled a little back, not past the inner ring, and then shoved his cock completely inside his wife's hot, tight asshole. 

She cried out, loudly, and moaned. "Oh, that hurts so good, fuck, my ass is full of your cock, baby, it feels so tight, can you feel it? Is it good, baby? You like fucking my ass?"

"Fuck yeah!" he shouted. "Fuck, my dick is buried all the way in, fuck, your ass is so good, it's so fucking hot, and tight!"

"Fuck me now, start slow, and then give it to me hard!"

He started pumping then, watching her tiny hole stretch and take his cock as he pulled out and pushed in, listening to her grunt and moan, feeling her push back, encouraging him to push harder, faster. He spread her cheeks with his hands to expose her, to see her penetrated hole. He started stroking in a rhythm, half strokes, in and out, as she barked her encouragement.

"Yeah, fuck that ass, baby! Fuck it, I love my ass fucked, give it to me! Give it to me hard!"

He began pounding, really driving his cock into her ass, seeing her cheeks jiggling each time he drove in. He was grunting with the effort, and felt his balls, in spite of being drained earlier, begin to hint at his climax. 

"I going to cum, I can feel it, I'm gonna cum soon," he grunted.

"Yeah, baby, fill my ass with cum, shoot that hot fucking cum in your wife's ass, fill me up!"

He pumped harder, then pulled almost all the way out and back in to the base, his hands grabbing her cheeks, spreading them to force him in deeper. He took the long strokes several times, feeling the inner ring close and forcing it open as he pushed inside, her sharp barking cries firing his excitement, the long strokes bringing on his orgasm with a fierce intensity. He felt it begin, reach the point of no return, and thrust himself deep inside, howling as blast after blast erupted from his cock, filling her bowels. He felt the heat and wetness on his cock and began stroking, short hard pumps that coincided with his spasms. 

She goaded him through it. "Oh, yeah, fucking cum in my ass, fill my slut ass with cum, you cock fucker! Fuck me, shoot that load in my hot ass, fill me up!"

When he was done, he stayed inside, feeling the heat, the tight slickness, and then she squirmed, and her hands were beneath her, rubbing her clit. He heard her moaning and grunting as she approached her orgasm. He left his cock in place, moving it slowly in and out as she brought herself off.

"That's it, you nasty girl," he whispered hoarsely, still out of breath, "make yourself cum with my dick in your ass, finger your cunt with your ass full of cock. You like having your ass fucked? You like having my cum filling your ass?"

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum, keep fucking my cum-filled ass, I'm gonna cum, oh, God I'm gonnaaaa CCCUUUUUMMMMMMMM!!!" She screamed then, and he held her hips, fucking her ass through her orgasm, feeling his cum squeezing out around her tight muscle as he slid in and out. Her legs shook, and he grabbed her hips to hold her in place, never wanting to take his cock out.

When she finished, his cock was softening, and he pulled back, and slipped it out. She felt him exit, and said simply, "Watch."

He looked at her fucked ass, as it hung open for a few seconds, cum rimming the outside, and then it slowly closed, and tightened, and then pushed out, and a flood of white fluid poured out as she forced her ass to eject his cream. One of her hands reached to her ass, played with it, and pushed into her ass, emerging slick with his cum. He moved to get off the bed; their regular routine was for him to go get a towel, but she turned, grabbed his leg, and had her mouth on his cock before she knew what was happening. She was sucking his cum off his cock, straight out of her ass! Fuck! He'd seen this in a video once, but never ... Oh! That was too fucking hot and nasty!

"Yeah! Suck that ass cock, Liz! Suck all my cum off my dick! Taste your ass on my dick!" She slurped, and made yummy sounds, needing no encouragement. She pulled off when he was clean, and knelt in front of him, and rose, and kissed him, full on the lips, her tongue inside his mouth, and he kissed her back, this hot wife who had just sucked the cock that had been in her ass. They groaned, and kissed, and held each other, until they were just embracing, her head on his chest, his resting on the top of her head, like the familiar lovers they had always been. 

After they cleaned up, and got dressed, they opened the wine, and sat, and talked. She reminded him that they both had to work tomorrow. He reminded her that the toys they'd ordered would be delivered during the week. "We'll have to try at least one of them," he said. "What are we doing next weekend?" 

"I'll call Darla tomorrow," she grinned.



Fourteen Day Program Ch. 04



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the fourth chapter of the story of Tom and Liz (an imaginary couple). Liz submitted herself to a secret organization to remove her inhibitions to her husband's sexual desires, in an effort to attain what she felt was lacking in her sexual attitude. This chapter has them inviting their friend Darla, also a client of the Organization, to their house for a threesome, just a week after coming home.

If you enjoyed the first chapters, please read on, and know that chapters 5 and 6 are in the works. If you found fault with the previous chapters, then I am sure you'll find more suitable entertainment elsewhere on this fine site. 

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It was Saturday, and Darla was coming to visit. Tom and Liz had spent the week as they usually did, working, eating dinner at night, but with a few exceptions. They had sex almost every night, some their normal lovemaking, others hotter. The only night they missed was the one Tom had to work late. The next morning he told her to blow him during breakfast, and she sucked him till he came, swallowing his load, and going to work "with cum breath," she told him. The toys arrived Thursday, and they experimented with the multi-purpose vibrator, Liz giving herself multiple orgasms as Tom jerked off in her face. They tried the butt plugs Friday, Liz taking the medium size, and pushing the beginner into Tom's ass. Afterwards she gave him advice on prepping himself for anal. 

They groomed in the morning, removing any hair that had grown since last week. Liz went shopping, and returned with groceries, wine, and enemas. She advised him to do one now, and another later, right before Darla arrived. He took her advice, and spent some time alone, rinsing out his bowels. What should have been an unpleasant event had unusual arousing undertones for him, as the purpose was not far from his mind. She did the same when he was done. 

They busied themselves, pretending nothing was different as the afternoon progressed. When Tom was setting out the wineglasses, he found himself frozen in mid step, unable to remember what he was doing. He was going to have sex with his wife and another woman. A dream as far back as he could remember, but not one he had ever entertained as possible. And now it was happening. He looked up to see her staring at him. 

"I'm having a hard time concentrating," he confessed. "I'm a little preoccupied."

"I know," she replied, a little sheepishly, "me too."

"It's like we're pretending we're not going to have sex in a couple of hours."

"Hot sex," she replied.

"A threesome-"

"With our friend-"

"Our woman friend-" he reminded her.

"Two hot pussies..."

"Tits and asses..."

"A nice hard cock..."

"Toys. Dildos."

"Hot cum ..."

They were kissing suddenly, his hands were on her ass, on her tits, between her legs, feeling her heat. She was groping the front of his pants, finding his hardness. They broke suddenly, breathing hard, trying to calm down.

"We should save that," he managed. "For later."

"We're going to have a lot of fun," she said. "But I guess it's no use pretending, eh?" She smiled at him, and he laughed. 

"No, I don't suppose it is," he chuckled. "We may as well get it out in the open. We're not having a dinner party." He paused, thought, and continued. "I want to watch you lick her pussy."

"M-mm, yeah, I want you to see me, sticking my tongue inside her, licking her juices out. I want to kiss you, tasting like cunt."

"Nasty girl," he kidded, putting out the wine glasses. "I want you to put my dick in her cunt, and tell me to fuck her."

"I want to see your cock sliding into her pussy, giving her a good hard fucking. I'll suck it clean when you're done."

"I want her to fuck you with the strap-on while I fuck your ass."

"Nice," she replied, "a Liz sandwich". She was cutting vegetables and melon for later. "I want to fuck her, too."

"I'd like to see that," he told her. "What else do you want to do?" She didn't answer. He thought a second, and added, "Tell me what you want to do."

"I want to suck her tits with you, she has such beautiful breasts, tasty nipples. I want to suck your cock while she licks my pussy and you lick hers," she said, chopping. "I want to lick your asshole while she sucks your cock. I want to share your cum with her, with both of you."

They spent the rest of the afternoon talking dirty to each other. When Tom brought up that they might not have time for everything, she told him that Darla was staying the night, and probably part of Sunday. 

At six o'clock they were done preparing, and took a second enema each. "Hygiene is important," she joked. "Don't want to have a stinky mess!"

At seven, they were in robes, naked underneath, when the bell rang. "Right on time, that's Darla!" Liz said, and they both went to the door. Liz opened it, and Darla stepped in, wearing a beige raincoat, pulled tight, carrying an overnight bag. She kissed them each on the cheek, and stepped into the living room, dropped the bag and opened the coat, letting it slip from her shoulders to the floor. 

She stood and faced them with her hand on a jutting hip, one leg stretched out to the side, and flung her other arm over her head in a vampish pose. She was wearing a black and red corset that held her breasts up and out, making them look larger and fuller, although they were not small. She wore black gloves to her elbows and matching black fishnet stocking that ended four inches from her hips, held with straps to a black lace garter belt. Her legs had always been a little chunky, but the four-inch heels elongated her leg, and the pose accentuated it. She wore no panties, and her pose opened her thighs, exposing her shaved pussy, bare but for a delicate 'V' above her hooded clit. She had dyed it a bright red, in contrast to her dark, near-black hair, which fell in luxurious waves past her shoulders.

Tom drank in the sight of her. He'd known her for years, they were best friends with Darla and Dave, and until last week, when Darla had brought him to the Organization to retrieve his wife, had never seen a hint of her sex drive. He knew now that Darla had steered Liz there after listening to her complain that she felt she was too 'conventional', and that Darla had a vigorous sex life that didn't include Dave, and that Dave didn't know about. Last week she'd participated in Liz's 'release session', sucking Tom's cock while Liz licked cum from her pussy and ass and was fucked, in front to Tom. And now this, this vision of sexuality, this presentation of unadulterated female sexual desire, was standing in front of him, for him and Liz to enjoy and share. His cock grew to full mast almost instantly.

"I knew I underdressed," Liz joked, and dropped her robe, naked underneath, and approached Darla, and kissed her, full on the lips, mouths open. Darla broke her pose and embraced her, and Tom watched as they made out, seeing Darla's gloved hands reach around his naked wife, stroking her back, caressing her soft, pliant ass. Liz held Darla's face as they kissed; he saw her hips press to her friend, her leg work it's way between Darla's stockinged thighs. It was so passionate, so intimate; it was almost as hot as watching her lick Darla's pussy. Almost.

The broke the kiss, but before they separated, Darla groped Liz's breasts, fondling and hefting them, and giving the hard nipple a squeeze. She looked at Tom then, and noticed his cock tenting his robe. She motioned to it, and Liz turned to see.

"He's happy to see you," she smiled, and added, "so am I," and kissed her cheek. She casually snaked an arm around her friend's waist. 

"Tom, lose that robe, sweetie. I haven't seen your cock in a week." Tom shrugged it off, and Darla cooed. "Nice, all shaved and pretty." She turned to Liz. "Is that your work?"

"Yes, you like it?"

"I love it, you know I do." Then to Tom, "there's nothing like sucking a shaved ball sack," she grinned. "Turn around," Tom turned, and listened as they commented on his ass. "Nice and baby smooth, well done."

"He wants me to lick his ass," Liz said.

"You'll have to push me out of the way, honey." Then, "Hey, I brought toys."

"We bought some, too. Tom, go get the toy bag."

Tom retrieved the toy bag, and returned to the room to find Liz and Darla examining a double-headed dildo, at least two feet long, and fat. Darla took out a harness that held a vibrator on the inside of something that looked like panties. "It's to wear when you're getting ass fucked, so you have your pussy and clit stimulated also." 

Tom opened their bag, and spilled out the contents. They talked as they examined each item, and what they could do to each other with them. They were all kneeling and sitting on the floor, like kids on Christmas. Abruptly, Darla stopped. 

"Tom, stand up. If I don't suck your beautiful hard cock soon, I am going to bust." He dutifully stood, and stepped around the toy pile to her side. She opened her mouth and took his head inside, swirled her tongue around it, eliciting a groan from him. She hummed as she took him deeper, pushing her lips down the shaft, stroking the underside with the flat of her tongue. Her gloved hand reached up and grabbed the base; the feeling was unusual, but he was distracted by hands pushing his feet apart. Liz had gone behind him and was nudging his feet to the side. He gingerly adjusted his position, not wanting to dislodge himself from Darla's oral attention. He resettled, and focused on the sensation running up his cock, her other hand now cupping his balls, when he was distracted again. He felt hands on his ass, then a face, a nose, pressed between his cheeks. And then a tongue trailed down his crack to his sensitive rear hole, and he gasped in shock and delight. 

He felt Liz tickle his little knot, then tease it; the wet tip circled his ring as Darla slurped his cock, the sensations from front and back driving through him, jerking his hips back and forward. Then the firm wet pressure at his ass pushed harder, slipping inside, and he groaned, and his legs nearly gave out. Darla pulled off his shaft with a pop, chuckling. 

"Liz, we better move this boy to the couch before he hurts himself."

"Why don't we take it right to the bedroom?"

They gathered the toys and practically sprinted up the stairs. They immediately sat Tom on the edge of the bed, and Darla pulled his legs up, forcing him to his back, and lay down across him, her head on his stomach, and resumed her blowjob. Liz knelt on the floor between Tom's upraised and spread legs. 

"Oh, this is much better," she said, and licked his ball sack with the flat of her tongue, separating the shifting globes, before taking the left one into her mouth, sucking, pulling it away from his body. She let it go with a pop, then sucked the other, before travelling down and resumed rimming and tongue-fucking his tight back door. 

Tom, despite his awkward position, could not have been happier. His wife was licking out his ass while their best friend sucked his cock. Then suddenly he realized he could be happier, as Darla adjusted her position, swinging a leg over his head, and dropping her wet, shaved pussy onto his face. He stretched his neck up, taking a long swipe, tasting her arousal and coating his tongue with her juices. Not trying to tease or tantalize, but just to enjoy, he sucked her lips, burrowed his tongue into her hole and sucked and licked her juices out, then moved down to her clit, which was hard and emerging from it's hiding place. He felt her react to the contact, and he flicked it, then circled it, feeling her jump each time he touched her hard button. Then he latched his lips around it and sucked, tickling the tip with his tongue. She groaned onto his cock, and pressed her hips to his face even as she pressed her face to his hips, swallowing more of him, making him arch his hips up to meet her mouth.

He backed off her clit, moved to her slick hole, licking and sucking, when he felt Liz's tongue at his ass leave, to be replaced by a finger, it seemed, a slick finger. Lubed, it slipped easily into his anus, and then found and stroked his prostate. He thought he might explode from the intense sensations coursing through him. The finger slipped out then, then reentered, fatter - two fingers? He felt his hole stretch, feeling the penetration, distracting him from the pussy above his face. They swirled and slowly pumped in his ass, only to depart. He burrowed upwards, slurping Darla's pussy juice, when he felt a different penetration, firm, thin, no, wider, then wider still, and he moaned into his friend's cunt. Liz was putting a plug into his ass. The widest part reached his tight ring, paused, pressed, paused again. He felt the mouth leave his cock, heard Darla say, "I think he likes it!" and then swallow him again. He relaxed his muscles, trying to accept the bulb of the plug, and he called out sharply as he felt it push inside, his muscle gripping it, holding it in place. Fuck, getting his ass filled and his cock sucked with a wet shaved pussy bouncing on his face for him to eat! Juices ran down his cheeks, and he attacked her clit again. And when he thought he couldn't get more excited he opened his eyes to see his wife's face above his; she was kneeling over him, between Darla's legs, and she grabbed the woman's ass cheeks, squeezing and then parting them, and lowering her face to jam her tongue up her close friend's tight ass.

The penetration made Darla suck harder, and the sight drove him over the edge, his cum taking him full force, by surprise, and he bellowed into her cunt as he came, shooting body shaking blasts into her hot mouth. His head spun and he couldn't breathe, and as he almost finished he felt Darla tremble, and shake, and her cum splashed from her hot cunt, into his open mouth, drenching his face, soaking him. He lapped up every drop he could reach. As Darla finished, Liz pulled her friend's hips up, and lowered her face to kiss him, her tongue fresh from Darla's sweet butt, sharing the juices from her husband's mouth. Darla got up, and off him, and then her face was there, too, and Liz broke their kiss to kiss Darla, right above him, as his cum drooled from Darla's lips -- she hadn't swallowed - swirling as their tongues met, dripping onto his face. Impulsively he opened his mouth, caught his own dripping cum, adding it to the taste of Darla's climax. It was a lot, and he swallowed, and more fell onto his lips, his face, and then they were sucking it off him, licking his face, and kissing him, all three of them sharing Tom and Darla's hot cream. 

"Fuck, baby, that was so hot," Liz said. Tom kissed her, tasting himself, and Darla's ass. 

"YOU were so fucking hot," he corrected her, "you ass licking slut."

"M-mm, you're both hot," Darla interjected, "but Liz didn't cum yet, Tom." She held his softening cock. "Looks like I might have to fill in while you get back up to speed!"

Liz let out a squeal and lay back on the bed as Darla got off and fished in the toy bags. When she stood, she was wearing a strap-on mounted in a harness, a big, fat, angry-looking realistic cock that bounced on her as she climbed back up. Tom thought it might be at least eight inches, and certainly fatter than his own.

"I'm going to fuck that shaved pussy, baby," Darla told his wife, "and your man is going to watch you get good and fucked."

Tom rolled on to his side, as Darla crawled between Liz's legs. She rubbed the tip of her tool against Liz's open hole, wetting the tip in her juices. Tom watched her pussy open, the lips spreading wide, her hole visible, her clit poking out hard from under it's hood. Then Darla lined up, and pushed the fat head inside, and Liz groaned, and then squealed loudly as Darla pushed all the way in, one smooth stroke, burying her 'cock' into his wife. 

Darla slipped her arms under Liz's knees, pulling her thighs up and apart, spreading her wide, and began stroking in and out. Tom felt his cock coming back to life, seeing the fat cock emerge slick and wet, only to plunge back in, again and again, making Liz cry out with passion. She was beautiful like this, taken by her desire, enjoying the penetration, and he attacked her breasts, sucking hard on her sensitive left nipple as his fingers found the other, pinching and pulling. He loved her tits, so soft, yet firm; so pliant, so sensitive. He knew it was having an effect on her, and he switched, sucking the other while he roughly pinched the wet nipple he'd just sucked. Liz barked her delight at the onslaught, and Darla picked up the pace, fucking his wife as skillfully as if she'd always had a cock. 

Liz's cries picked up speed and intensity, and he knew that she was getting close to cumming. His dick was hard again, but he didn't stop Darla, he let her fuck his wife through her cum, and Liz screamed, shook, and then her mouth was open and no sound came out; she was just staring, wild-eyed, as her body was wracked by a massive orgasm. Finally she exhaled deeply, and Darla slowed, and stopped, and slowly pulled the cock from her. 

Tom was in her place in a second, and his cock slipped inside her wet pussy easily, she was soaked in cum, and stretched from the large toy. As he began pumping, Darla moved to Liz's face, feeding the wet toy to her. "Suck my cock, slut, suck your cum off me, taste your pussy on my dick!" Hearing his friend talk so dirty to his wife was enticing, and seeing his wife suck that big cock with abandon was more so. He fucked her hard, pumping furiously in long, angry strokes, smashing his pubic bone against hers, making wet slapping noises. Darla pulled her 'cock' away and lowered her large breasts to Liz's face telling her to suck her nipples. He watched his wife's mouth close around the fat nub, saw her teeth grip it, and pull, and he came again, hard, filling her pussy with his second load. He kept pumping, spurting, and then Liz came again, crying out, letting Darla's nipple drop away. He slowed, and as he pulled out her cunt hung open, filled with his sticky white cream. 

"Fuck, that looks too fucking hot," he muttered, and Darla pulled away from Liz to look. She slipped two fingers easily inside, pulling them out, and feeding them to Liz, who sucked them hungrily. In the past, after sex, it was always some version of rolling over, legs closed, and he would get a towel to clean up before she dripped on the sheets. Now this same woman, his wife of over a decade, was laying splayed wide, showing her shaved cunt, red and swollen and fucked open, spilling cum down the crack of her ass. Darla returned her fingers to the hole, inserting them into the slimy mess, and then bringing them to Liz to suck clean.

He had to admit, it was incredible to see, watching her cunt hole open and close as her pussy muscles clenched, seeing his semen oozing out, the wetness drying on her thighs and lips. It was so hot, so nasty, so ... fucked. 

"Are you going to stare at it all night," he heard Darla say, her two fingers slipping inside for third trip into the heated hole, "or are you going to do something about it?"

"It's -- I've never seen before -- so hot ..."

"Then clear out, baby," she said, and pushed him aside, crawling between Liz's legs, and cramming her face to the steaming hole, tongue already out, mouth open. He watched her tongue start low, below her pussy, swiping up, gathering the cum that had dripped out, seeing it pool on her tongue. She scooped it into her mouth, swallowed and made a yummy sound, and began licking around the outside, gathering the remnants and splashes from around Liz's pussy, flicking her clit as she passed, before settling her mouth over the opening, and making loud sucking noises as she drew the rest of the syrupy residue out. He wondered if he could ever ... could I lick her pussy after fucking her? Could I eat her creampie?




Fourteen Day Program Ch. 04



Liz was pulling his hand, and he went to her, and kissed her, but she broke it quickly, dropping her head to his lap, sucking his soft cock and cleaning their combined juices from him. He wallowed in the sensation, knowing he'd need a little more time to recharge. He watched his wonderful wife sucking his cock, marveled at her lovely face, mouth open, filled with his messy cock, tasting their mingled cum with her eyes closed, as though it were a gourmet meal. 

Maybe he could eat her after all ...

Darla stopped sucking then, and sat up on her heels. Tom lay next to his wife, stroking her breasts and stomach. He reached behind himself, and removed the plug from his ass. "Fuck, that was hot," he managed in the silence.

"A very good start," Darla grinned, and Liz laughed.

"We're gonna have a good long night," she added. "Tom, why don't you go get the wine? It looks like you need a little rest, anyway."

"If you guys don't mind, I'm taking off this costume," Darla said, climbing off the bed. Tom headed downstairs, marveling at his good luck. He gathered the wine and glasses, and gingerly brought them up the stairs. When he arrived, Darla and his wife were sorting through the toys, trying to decide what to do next. Darla was voting for the double-header, but Liz wanted a strap-on. They sat, and sipped wine, talking casually about how good the sex was, and how happy they all were with Liz's new state of mind.

"Let me tell you," Darla kidded, "I've been holding this secret in for so long, I thought I'd explode if I didn't tell someone." She explained that Dave, her husband, just didn't have the sex drive she needed, and she'd heard about the Organization from a friend. She'd balked at first, she told them, not because she didn't want to have sex outside her marriage, but because she knew that she wouldn't be able to turn it off. Her treatment wasn't quite the same as Liz's; hers was focused on allowing her to get as much as she wanted, getting past her guilt and her reservations. "I think sometimes that Dave might be gay," she chuckled. "Maybe someday he'll ask me about it, and I'll tell him everything. I asked for that in my conditioning -- if Dave ever asks, I'll tell it all. Except the protected stuff, of course." Tom had a few moments then, as the girls talked, remembering the conditions he had agreed to, and the penalties for breaking that agreement. He struggled to push those thoughts aside. Not when he was having his fantasies fulfilled!

They discussed the toys again then, as they finished their wine. Liz overruled Darla in the end, saying she wanted to fuck Darla with the strap-on. Tom settled on a chair to watch. Darla lay on her back, and spread her legs for his wife, playing with her pussy as Liz climbed into the harness. She came to Tom for help in tightening the straps. "Give it to her good, baby," he told her, fitting the harness to her hips. She waggled the cock at him, giggling. "It gets me so excited to see you like this, so hot, so sexy and hot. I want you to fuck her until she cums." She kissed him, and Tom was aware of the rubber cock bumping against his leg. He watched her climb onto the bed, her ass swaying seductively. 

Liz positioned herself between Darla's legs, and lay above her, and they kissed, humping and groping each other. Liz lifted her breasts to Darla's face, offering her nipples, and Darla sucked them in, giving each one plenty of attention. Liz cooed and sighed as her friend worked her magic on her pointy hard nubs. Then she slid down, and placed the head of her toy at Darla's gash. No fooling around now, she pressed her hips forward, and Tom could see the head slip inside. His wife was fucking another woman! Slowly, Liz worked the toy inside, talking to her friend.

"You like that, Darla? You like the way my cock feels in your hot pussy?" Darla's eyes were closed, and she pulled her own nipples, rubbed her tits. "You want my cock? You want me to fuck your wet cunt?"

"Yes," she whispered hoarsely, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me with your cock!"

Liz pushed the head inside, and Tom watched Darla's pussy open and accept the penetration. Liz adjusted her position, and then slid the entire length inside in one stroke. Darla grunted, and her eyes opened wide, her mouth hanging open, silent a few seconds, before a huge groan emerged. Liz began stroking slowly, the full length of the toy pulling out and pushing back in. A few times she pulled all the way out, and Darla's pussy stayed open, splayed and hungry for more. 

Liz started picking up the pace then, encouraged by her friend's moans and urging. "Fuck me, fuck my cunt, your cock feels so good, fucking make me cum on your cock." The more she goaded Liz, the harder Liz fucked; the harder she fucked, the more she goaded. "Is that all you've got? You fuck like a girl! Give it to me, pound me, bitch!" Tom's was enraptured by the sight of his wife frantically fucking another woman. He cock began stirring, and he moved to the bed. He moved to Liz's side, put his hand on the back of her head, and pulled her to Darla's chest. 

"Suck her tits, make her cum," he told her, and when Liz took the left one, Tom went for the right, and they sucked her nipples together. Tom felt the rubbery nub harden between his lips, and he flicked his tongue on the sensitive tip before gripping it in his teeth, biting slightly, and pulling it up and away from her chest. 

"Oh, fuck, you two, suck my tits, fuck, bite them, bitch! See how your man does it? Bite my nipples, hurt me!"

Liz went after it ferociously, biting hard, earning a scream from Darla, who bucked her hips up to meet her thrusts. Seeing her friend's reaction she bit harder, tugging the nipple with her teeth. Tom stopped, moved up, and placed his cock on Darla's face; hard now, he slapped her with it, hitting her lips, her nose. 

"Oh, yeah, beat me with your cock, bruise my lips, oh, your wife fucks me so good," and then she caught his cock in her mouth and sucked it in. Tom felt the sensations run up his shaft into his chest as Darla craned her neck to take more, bobbing her head up onto his shaft. Liz pulled back, gabbed both Darla's nipples with her hands, and pinched violently as she pounded her friend's wet hole. She caught Tom's eye and whispered, "Get the lube."

Tom leaped from the bed, grabbed the bottle, and by the time he was back Liz had flipped them; she was on her back, Darla on top, riding the thick cock in her cunt. "Oh, yeah, that cock fills me so good," she cried out, her tits bouncing on her chest as she lifted herself up and down, hands planted firmly on Liz's tits, squeezing and mauling them. Tom moved behind her, lubed his shaft, and pressed against her back, slipping his cock between her luscious ample cheeks. 

"Oh, fuck yeah, Tom, do it," she said, bending down low over Liz, lifting her ass, exposing her tight star. He could see the fat shaft of the tool stretching her cunt lips below as she arched her back. She kissed Liz hard, and Tom aimed his cockhead at the crinkled hole, and pushed the head inside. He heard Darla shouting into Liz's mouth, and grabbed her cheeks, spreading them, pressing further in, his slick shaft sliding easily into her accepting rear hole.

"He's in my ass," she told Liz, face to face, "His cock is in my ass, he's fucking my tight asshole while you fuck my cunt, bitch." Her dirty talk spurred him on, and he buried himself deep, his balls rubbing against Liz's tool below him. He groaned as he began fucking, only the second time in a woman's ass, and this time a different woman. Fuck! He could feel her cunt getting fucked as he plowed in and out, and he slapped her ass, hard.

"Yeah, slap my ass! Pound it, hurt me, fuck me till I can't walk! Give it to me hard, like your wife is fucking my cunt!" She started panting then, and he felt her about to cum; she was grunting, longer, louder, and he slapped her ass furiously, every time he pulled out, leaving large red handprints on her pale cheeks. She screamed, and shook, and came then; he felt it in her ass muscles, felt the wetness flowing from her cunt, splashing out, soaking his balls. 

"Cum for me, baby, cum on my cock," Liz barked, "Cum on my big fucking cock in your slutty cunt, Tom, can you feel her on your cock, she's cumming so hard!"

Her orgasm seemed to go forever, extended by the double penetration, and Tom felt his climax building, feeling the pulses of Darla's orgasm in her ass, hearing his wife's goading.

"Fill her ass, baby, cum in her, fill her up with your lovely hot cum, fill her ass, baby!" And then it began, and he bellowed and felt the first blast as his balls tightened and launched his hot load into her ass. He buried himself inside, deeply, jerking his hips as his cock disgorged it's hot liquid, filling her. He felt the heat, like slick wet fire around his cock, and he fucked her cum-filled ass, grunting and groaning, until his cock was too sensitive to move. 

He pulled out, sat back, and watched Darla's ass begin to spill it's take; it was open, gaping, and filled with semen, oozing out. He saw the toy below slip out, leaving her cunt open as well, red and angry and wet. Darla lifted a leg and Liz slid out, and then Darla was back on all fours, her ass in the air, and Liz was at his side, staring at it. 

"Clean her out, Liz," he told her, and she smiled, only a second, before she pushed her face between Darla's upturned ass cheeks, and he watched her tongue stick right inside Darla's filled ass, still open, filled with cum. 

"Tongue fuck that ass, baby, suck that cum out," he told his wife, and she did, with abandon. She moved her head rapidly in and out, spearing Darla's open hole, her tongue coated with cum. He could see it coating her tongue, her lips, and she was making yummy sounds, and then she placed her lips over the hole. He watched her cheeks sink in as she sucked, drawing out the hot cum. He grabbed her hair, pushed her face in harder, then pulled her back and kissed her. A mouthful of his cum spilled into his mouth, and they shared it, grunting their wet sloppy kiss, and he swallowed his cum, then pushed his wife's face back into Darla's ass. 

She sucked and licked hungrily, cleaning out all the cum she could get, and then he pulled her out and kissed her again. Her face was wet, lips slick with his slimy semen, and he inhaled, enjoying the nasty scent of his explosion on her. They panted into each other's open mouths, tongues dueling, swapping the cum back and forth, until they both swallowed. He gazed at her with admiration he had never felt before, a swelling of pride for what she had become, for him, for them. 

"I love you," he told her, "now clean off my cock."

She grinned and dove into his lap, sucking his soft dick until every drop of cum was off, then licked his balls clean of Darla's cum. 

Tom looked up to see Darla staring at them. "Wow," she said, amazed, "that slut really loves ass cock." Liz looked up at them, and grinned around his dick. 

"Yummy," she smiled. "It's doesn't taste bad," she snickered, "but I feel so bad doing it!"

They took another break, used the bathroom, and Tom fetched more wine. 

They relaxed and chatted, then took showers to start fresh. When they all returned the girls used the double-headed dildo, a two-foot-long red jelly monster. Tom, having cum three times already (a record for him going back to just after their honeymoon), watched as they fucked each other in a scissor position. He used the nipple clamps to attach Liz's nipple to Darla's. Later they switched to all fours, butts facing each other, and he was able to move from end to end, getting his dick sucked as the women fucked each other. After both women came he told Liz to get into a sixty-nine with Darla, and he moved from end to end, fucking and getting sucked. The women had several orgasms, but he just couldn't get there again. 

**

They ended up falling asleep together, Tom between the two women. When he woke, early in the morning, Darla was sucking his cock, and Liz was sitting up, watching. He told her to get a plug and stuff it up Darla's ass, and Liz bounded off the bed to complete her task. Darla hummed and groaned on his shaft as Liz penetrated her rear entry. Then before Tom came he pulled Darla's face off his cock, kissed her hard, and told her to get the big strap-on and let Liz ride it. As Liz was lowering herself onto the giant dildo, Tom lubed his cock and pressed it to Liz's ass. 

"Oh, fuck, that fucking hurts, OW!" she squealed, pushing down onto Darla, and back onto Tom as his cockhead slipped inside her tight star. "Oh, fuck my ass, baby, fuck, that hurts so good, I'm so fucking filled!" He watched her ass stretch and open, saw her pussy sliding on the fat toy, and felt Darla sliding in and out of his wife through the thin membrane. As tight as her ass had been the first time he'd had her back door, it was more so now, her body crammed by the toy in her cunt. He felt his cock squeezed by the pressure, and stimulated by the additional friction. 

Liz was howling her pleasure, kissing Darla, who was fondling her tits and squeezing her nipples. She writhed and jerked her hips, driving both of them deeper, harder. Tom tried to hold on, but felt his orgasm coming fast, and pumped her ass with deep strokes, hard, until he growled his climax, feeling his jets of cum rinsing her bowels. Her ass muscles responded by squeezing him as she grunted and came, loudly, screaming her passion with Tom. Tom pulled out, and Liz collapsed to Darla's side, panting and exhausted. 

**

Tom woke a little while later, having no idea how long he'd slept or what time it was. He was alone, and swung his feet over the side. He heard the shower. Were the girls inside? Ridiculously, his first thought at the sound of running water was Liz and Darla soaping each other up. He made his way to the dresser, grabbed some shorts, and went to the front bedroom, looked out the window. Darla's car was gone; so Liz was alone in the shower. Back to normal, he thought, and part of him was relieved. Not that he felt he HAD to have wild, kinky, fantasy sex all day, but if Darla was still here, and the girls were up for it ...

Back in the bedroom he checked the clock. Eleven already. He lay back down. Liz had always been able to switch gears immediately after sex, unlike him. Even though his sexual appetite diminished after sex, he was always remembering what they'd done, how they had done it, mentally evaluating the sex, reliving it, comparing it to other times, better or worse. On special nights, like Balcony Night, he immediately catalogued it into his mental ranking. In the last week he'd replaced almost all of his former top ten. 

Not Liz, she had always rested, then on to the next thing, at least in these past years. It felt like it might have been different when they were first married, but thoughts of the house, and cleaning, or what was on TV, or something, would always jump immediately to mind. He glanced around the room. The wine glasses were gone, the toys nowhere in sight. Looks like that aspect of her nature had not changed. 

Listening to the shower, laying still and stretching, thoughts of the aspects of Liz's personality that HAD changed came to him, unbidden, stepping on his efforts to memorize and catalogue the delightful and nearly shocking events of last night and this morning. Despite the raw pleasure, the shameless unbridled lust and passion, a fearsome thought that had haunted him suddenly found it's way into the front of his mind. She liked doing whatever he asked. When he started her going, she went, embracing his desires with enthusiasm. But try as he might to disregard the suspicion, it was there, unwelcome, and it shook him to give the thought shape and power.

Her sexual desire was manufactured.

He denied it immediately, but once thought, it could be reasoned, or rationalized, or explained away, but it could not be un-thought. It wasn't true, he told himself, she'd said it herself, she WANTED to do these things with him, FOR him, and the conditioning she'd received had only removed her resistance to them. Things she'd previously considered too kinky were now welcomed, embraced, and indulged. She wallowed in her desire where she once balked and froze. It was really her, he told himself, the INSIDE her, come out to play. It was genuine.

But the thought lingered anyway. And with it came the memory of him, promising to agree to what they said, to take her home, to never stop loving her. He remembered how much it hurt to be without her, and felt guilty then, for thinking less of her sacrifice, all that she had done, for them, for him. He remembered being seduced by her story, the willingness she'd expressed, and the easy way he had slipped into agreeing to all their conditions, lured by the promise of all his fantasies being fulfilled. 

He didn't want to seem selfish and ungrateful, and shamefully brushed those thoughts aside. He'd made his agreement, brought home the only woman he'd ever loved, and had enjoyed the benefits of her conditioning. Better, he reasoned, to concentrate on what he had gained than on the niggling doubts and downside. But try as he might to restrain it, his brain went where it would. Images of what she had done for those two weeks. Their control over her, over him, the conditions he had promised to uphold. And the pending call, that he knew would come one day. 

No, better to focus on the good parts, the benefits. He remembered again what they had told him: a sex life most men only dream of. All your fantasies fulfilled. And he was getting that, beyond his wildest fantasies. He had more things to do, to try; this last week had opened a door to his imagination. He heard the shower stop, and he sat up. He knew she'd have things to do today, cleaning, shopping, getting her regular life in order. He also knew that he could stop her, tell her to suck his cock, and she would willingly, enthusiastically, drop to her knees and do it. 

No, he thought. Not today. Let's have some reality time. 

She came in, kissed him and asked him to get off the bed, and began stripping the sheets off. This was the Liz he knew and loved, the one who liked the house clean, and the refrigerator full, chatty and happy. But now he loved another woman, too, a filthy, foul-mouthed voracious slut who took his cock in her ass and his cum on her face. He felt conflicted, and wondered if he could ever really reconcile that they were the same woman.

He went to the shower, and thought about breakfast. Later he would head out to the store, and buy a digital HD video camera. He had some videos he wanted to shoot.



Fourteen Day Program Ch. 05



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is Chapter 5 of the saga of Tom and Liz Raines. Most of it will not make sense unless you have read at least the first chapter. Thanks to all who have stuck with the story, and for the comments and encouragement.

As always, if this subject matter appeals to you, read on, and I hope you enjoy their tale. If not, please select another story by another fine author on this site. 

*

The few days after Darla's visit their lives returned to normal, working and living as they had before Liz had herself 'adjusted' (as she had taken to calling it), and their lovemaking returned to normal as well. Tom appreciated these resets, as it gave his life balance; the wild things they had done and enjoyed were so far outside of his norm, that he felt he needed to take a step back from the precipice afterwards. Their regular routines during the week reassured him and settled him, and he defaulted to pursuing his more extreme satisfaction to the weekends, when they had time to play.

Not to say that their sex on weeknights was all tame and missionary, although some of it was. He tried not to ask her to do anything, attempting to have his former life and wife back, and allowed her to enjoy the sex without his direction. But at least once during the week he'd get an urge, and tell her he wanted to fuck her ass, or cum on her face, or in her mouth, and she'd grin devilishly and do it with enthusiasm. He was starting to believe he had the best of all possible worlds.

This weekend he would indulge his newest fantasy, the video camera. Liz had given him the idea when they had looked at porn on the internet a few weeks ago, and he'd thought of how great it would be not just to remember what she'd done, but actually see it, re-live it. He'd bought the camera last weekend, and had spent some time on the controls during the weeknight evenings. On Thursday evening he prepared for Friday night and his first video. He imagined the scenario in his head, telling Liz to perform for the camera, to talk to it, to say the nastiest things in the filthiest language. He imagined her eyes lighting up with excitement, spreading her legs for the camera, fingering herself, fingering her ass, sucking her fingers, excited and thrilled to be doing it for him. He imagined his cock slipping into her shaved cunt, and watching it later, seeing her cum, hearing her call out her climax, begging for his cum. What a collection he could create! 

On Friday morning she announced that she had her period. Neither of them had ever been a fan of doing it while she was menstruating, and he had no desire to tell her to do that now. But on the way to work, he changed his plan, and decided that she could suck his cock instead. He imagined facial videos, cumming on her tongue, smearing it on her face with his cock, watching her lick it off his balls. He saw her face in his mind, looking into the camera, her mouth stuffed with his cock, telling him how much she wanted to swallow his hot cum. He was nearly giddy with excitement, and the day seemed to last forever.

During dinner it was all he could think of, anticipating the moment when he showed her the camera, seeing the thrill on her face as she agreed; no, as she leaped at the opportunity. He helped her clean up after the meal, and they settled into the den. He opened a bottle of wine, gave her a glass, and told her he'd be right back. He went to his home office to retrieve the camera, and came back to the den, grinning like a child with a new toy, hiding it behind his back. 

"What are you up to?" she asked, smiling slyly, sharing the excitement in whatever surprise he was about to spring. He loved that look, and his heart leaped a little. He loved her. "You know I have my period. Don't tell me THAT'S one of your fantasies?" she grinned.

"No, not that. I want you to suck me off." 

"You got it," she said cheerily, putting down her wine, and slipping off the chair. "How would you like it? Slow and sensual? Fast and nasty?" She got on her knees, and beckoned him to her, but he didn't move, yet. "You want me topless? You want to cum in my mouth? Tell me how you want your dick sucked, baby."

He took the camera from behind his back. "I want it on video."

Her grin disappeared, and her face went blank. "I don't think so." She said flatly. She began getting up as Tom became flustered and frantic at how this had so quickly parted from his imagined scenario. 

"But ..."

"I don't think I can do that."

"But we watched those...on the internet, the ones you showed me ..." he stammered. "I thought that..." He wondered what happened. She was supposed to agree, to do it enthusiastically. Isn't that what the 'adjustment' was all about?

"It's too dangerous," she said, "they could end up on the internet."

"Liz, honey, I'm not going to post them on the net. They're for me, for us. No one will ever see you, you don't have to worry about that."

"Too risky, I think." She looked at him with no expression. "I don't think they'll allow it."

"They-?" he began, and was jolted by her mention of Organization, and the true nature of her adjustment and his agreement. He had given 'them' no thought at all in his pursuit of his fantasies so far and he suddenly felt shamefully short-sighted. They had limits. His chest tightened, and his hands clenched. Them, their secrecy, and their control over their clients, THEY were now going to get between him and his fantasies? With his own WIFE? He cursed their meddling influence over her, at the same time he struggled to regain his goal. "This has nothing to do with them," he denied, "this is about us, about me and you, enjoying ourselves. This is about you-"

"If it gets on the net, someone could see, something could be said," she answered, "they would find out. They are protective of their identity, you know that."

"But I wouldn't do that," he pleaded. "It's only for us."

"You remember what they said, baby," she pleaded in return. "They would take me from you; I couldn't stand that. YOU couldn't stand that."

"I promise. Is that enough?" Tom watched her face, saw it soften. Maybe. "I promise to you, on my love for you, that I will never put this video, or any video, on the internet. Will that be okay then?"

She grinned a little. "It feels better. Wow, it's like the resistance is slipping away. Swear it. Swear you won't."

"I swear I would never post this video or any others of you on the internet, for fear of losing you, the only woman I love."

She smiled broadly, and pulled her shirt off, and dropped to her knees. "Then get that cock over here." She licked her lips, undid her bra. "I can't wait to see the video!"

Tom pressed record, found her in the small screen, and approached her. Fuck! This was going to be great! "Tell me what you're going to do."

He zoomed in on her face as she said, "I'm going to suck your dick until you cum, baby. I love your cock in my mouth." She reached for his pants, opened them, and pulled them down his legs with his boxer briefs. "Mm-m, yeah, that's what I want." He pulled back the zoom, and centered the image as she grasped his soft member with one hand, cupping his balls with the other. She brought her face to it, and gave the head a lick. "Your balls feel like they have a nice load for me. Are you going to cum in my mouth, dirty boy?" She opened, and took the head inside for a strong, luxurious suck, her tongue swirling the head, then pulled off noisily. "Or on my face?"

"Yeah, on your face, I'm going to shoot my hot cum all over your pretty face, just the way you like." He watched her take his shaft into her mouth again, he was half hard already. Her eyes were closed. "Open your eyes, look at me, at the camera, yeah, like that, with my cock in your mouth." She smiled around it, and moaned. Her hand stroked the base. "Tell me how much you like it."

She pulled it out, stroking him, rubbing the head on her face. "Oh, baby, I love sucking your cock! I want to feel it, all hard and hot in my mouth," she cooed to the camera, and opened wide, and lowered her head over the top, slowly pushing her face down, as far as she could take it, then pushed a little until she gagged, all the while staring into the camera at him. She pulled back when she choked herself, her eyes tearing a little. She started bouncing her head on him, taking long strokes with her mouth, using her hand on the exposed shaft. She grunted as she took it in, every downstroke of her hot mouth a passionate sound, a hungry, eager noise. 

Tom's excitement was compounded by the view of his wife in the small screen. The feel of the lips and mouth on his dick was incredible, and she was really working it. The image of her on the screen as he recorded her was tantalizing. Together they combined to amplify his pleasure, like watching a really good porn, with a favorite performer, and having really good sex at the same time. 

Liz pushed her head down, almost to her gagging point, and shook her head wildly back and forth. Tom felt her entire mouth stimulating his cock, and then she sucked, hard, and pulled back slowly. Oh, the sensation was delicious! She pulled off with a loud wet pop, and rubbed his cock on her face, looking directly into his eyes.

"I want your cum. I want to feel it pulsing through your cock and shooting in my face, come on, give me that hot cum all over my face, I want it, I need it," she intoned. 

Tom was finding out that it was harder to video sex than he'd imagined. He was trying to concentrate on the feeling in his cock, and what his wife was doing, and what the camera was capturing all at the same time. The technical aspect served to distract him, and while it was exciting to video his wife begging for his cum, it didn't push him towards his climax. Liz was going to have to work for this one.

"Suck my dick, baby, get your hot mouth on my dick and suck me till I cum," he told her, focusing the camera on her smiling face, her opening mouth, and her twinkling eyes as she enveloped his shaft. "That's it, suck my hard cock, you love to suck cock, don't you Liz?" The camera captured her eyes widening, and her head nodding up and down, her mouth stuffed with cock. "Oh, yeah, you nasty cocksucking slut, get your hand and mouth moving on that dick, work it good, make me cum." Her hand wrapped the shaft, and the slid it down to the base, her mouth following, then back up, her mouth creating suction all the way to the head, followed by her slicked hand. The camera held her, watched her bobbing slowly up and down, glancing up, then picking up speed and intensity.

He felt the result in his balls, and let her know. "Oh, sweet fucking jesus, that's it, oh, you suck my dick so good, Liz, you're going to make me cum, I feel it coming soon, you're hot mouth is going to make me shoot my cum for you." 

Liz pulled her mouth off, her eyes wild with excitement, knowing what was coming, what she was making happen. "Yeah, give your nasty wife the cum she wants, baby, cover my face with that hot cream!" She stroked his cock with both hands, eyes darting from him to his cock, eager for her reward. "Shoot that hot cum in my cock sucking face! Give it to me!" 

She opened and quickly engulfed him again, his dick instantly wrapped in wet heat, increasing his stimulation. Oh, fuck! That was incredible! He tried not to buck his hips; failed, tried harder, knowing it would jostle the camera. He felt it begin, concentrated on the impulses building behind his balls, and checked the camera.

"Here it comes, baby, here comes my cum for you, tell me how much you want it, tell me how it feels when I shoot in your face!" She pulled off, stroked him, aiming his cock at her face, just inches from the tip of her nose. She looked in the camera, and began a soft, sweet monologue as her hand caressed his slick shaft. 

"Oh, yeah," she began, "I feel your cock getting harder, it's close." She licked the tip. "I want it to shoot on me, I love it when your cum is shooting on my face. I like to see it shoot out, I like seeing my white gooey treat shooting out of your hard cock, feel it pulsing through your shaft, it makes me so hot."

And then Tom felt it; the freight train began inside his pelvis, and ran full speed up the rails, crashing through the barriers, and exploded out of him. The camera framed her face, and caught the first large blast as it shot out onto her nose, splashing to the side, and hanging off. 

"Oh! Here it is! Oh, yes, give me that hot cum, fuck, cover my face with cum!" She talked hotly through the rest of his ejaculation, moving the cock to her cheek as she spoke, taking the second and third blasts there, then aiming at her mouth, taking smaller shots on her moving lips as she continued. "Yeah, all over me, I love your cum on my face, your hot cum, on my lips, mm-m, I can taste it, fuck, it's covering me like a hot slut." 

Tom's climax settled, and receded, and finished, his cock propelling the final dribbling drips of cum up his shaft. Liz opened her mouth, flattened her tongue, and rested it under the tip of his cock, where the last of his cum pooled as she hummed her delight, then made a show of swallowing the small load, smiling. 

"Mm-m, how do I look, baby? Do I look hot and slutty with your nasty cum on my face?" Tom, his climax passed, was able to concentrate on his filming. He centered her face, tracked her finger as it smeared his cum, pushing it from her cheeks to her smiling mouth. "Oh, that was a big load for me baby, I must have done a good job sucking your cock." Her other hand rubbed the head of his cock on her face, smearing the cum, and then she opened and sucked it off. "Oh, I love to suck your cum from your cock, it's so hot." She licked her lips, then stretched her tongue to reach the drip from her nose. "Mm-m, yummy." She released his cock, and used both hands to slowly smear the cum on her face, coating herself evenly with semen, careful not to get any near her eyes. She licked her fingers.

She smiled for the camera. "Mm-m, delicious. I love cum."

Tom turned off the camera and grinned at her. "Holy shit, that was incredible!" He put the camera down, and helped Liz to her feet, then took her in his arms, squeezing her with delight. "You were fabulous! Like an experienced performer, only better, because it was all true!"

She hugged him back. "You know it is." She looked up at him. "It was fun. And you gave me a nice big load to play with!" She smiled broadly, genuinely happy.

Tom leaned in impulsively and kissed her, disregarding the smell of cum, the slight bitterness and slick coating on her lips. She kissed him back, her hands slipping to his neck, his chest, touching him as she always had, feeling the comfort of his body next to hers, his arms around her. She pulled back, looked at him.

"Would you do it again?" Tom asked.

"Right now? Are you up for that?" she joked.

He laughed, holding her. "No, later. Would you do it again? Suck my dick again?"

"You know I would!" she replied, smiling.

"And video?"

Her smile stayed full and sincere. "And video. As long as you remember your promise." She snuggled her head into his chest, then grabbed his ass, and pulled away, picking up her shirt, saying, "I'll be back, just want to clean up a little," and left him there.

And Tom stood there, pants at his feet, naked from the waist down, his spent member dangling softly between his legs. His arms hung at his sides and his heart beat rapidly, trying to fight the growing hollow feeling in his chest. "Remember your promise," she'd said. To her. For THEM. He was alone in the room, and he should have been getting dressed, but found himself immobilized. Because he didn't feel he was alone. Even as Liz left he sensed their presence; it was them, and after she left the room they were still there with him, and he stood immobile, foolishly trembling, trying and failing to ignore that they would never be far from him, they would always there. It couldn't be denied, or avoided. 

He bent for his pants, suddenly feeling like he was getting dressed in front of group of people; a group who would silently judge him and evaluate him, talking softly to each other, out of his hearing, like some sort of laboratory experiment. He zipped up hurriedly, frustrated, and a little insecure. 

How could he have failed to consider them all these days? Had he been so blinded by lust and discovery as to not remember? And now that he had them on his mind, he wished he could forget. How could he possibly adjust to this? Could he learn to ignore them? Ever? He would have to endure a constant struggle to obey their control, even as he enjoyed the breadth of their influence in the changes Liz had made. Sure, he enjoyed having his fantasies. Sure, he was thrilled at the renewed vigor and participation Liz showed, and he knew it was her, ALL her, when they had wild and kinky sex. But at the end, they would always be there. She'd never mentioned them, or their rules, until today, he realized, when he said something that approached violating their guidelines. And now they weren't hidden anymore.

He had the best of both worlds, a loving, caring and devoted wife, and a sexual partner who had a voracious sexual appetite and an enthusiasm for anything he wanted to do. And had been given this gift by people he didn't know, who had convinced him to agree to their conditions. It was a double-edged sword, he thought, walking back to his office. He hooked up the camera to his laptop and began downloading the video. He tried to disregard them, to ignore them, but they were there, in the back of his mind. And with the thought of them, was the thing he knew was coming, the thing he had begun to silently dread. The call would come, and they would take her for a time, for what purpose he did not know, and could only guess. 

He knew what he would forfeit if he defied them. He would put an end to the pleasure he had discovered with his wife. But more, he would lose her, they would call her and tell her to leave, to come to them, and never return. He couldn't risk that, remembering the pain and loneliness he'd felt for the two weeks she'd left him for her 'adjustment'. The video finished transferring, and he disconnected the camera. They had nearly stopped him from achieving this new fantasy. 

But he'd bypassed their warnings, hadn't he? He'd found a way around it. Sure, he'd promised, sworn, to never post these videos, but he really had never had any intention of doing that anyway, so he'd given up nothing. And he'd gotten around the rules. He grinned, congratulating himself on his small victory, allowing this minor achievement to discount his larger anxiety, and he felt the tension ease, slip from his knotted shoulders. 

He clicked on the downloaded file, and watched the video he'd shot. Liz was so beautiful, so sexy. And so fucking hot, he watched her, seeing her mouth stretching around his shaft, talking to him, saying all those dirty, filthy things, sucking his cock. He reveled in his victory as the image of her face was covered in his cream, splashing on her face as she delighted in the event. As the video ended, he began constructing a mental list of their next videos.

That night they shot a second video, this time on his back, as she sucked him for a longer while, licking his balls, and holding her mouth over his cock as he came, then drooling it out onto her breasts. In the following days he recorded additional blowjobs; her taking his full load in her open mouth, shooting it all on her tongue, then swallowing; another facial, this one focused on her forehead, so it dripped down her face. One morning he jerked off on her face as she lay in bed. That night she sucked his cock, and he came in a martini glass, and she drank it. Every night, and some of the mornings he shot a video of his wife sucking his dick, eating or wearing his cum. Sometimes they watched prior videos to help stimulate them; she enjoyed them as much as he did.




Fourteen Day Program Ch. 05



When her period was finished he shot a video of her shaving her pussy, telling him all the while how good his cock would feel in her cunt. He recorded himself fucking her shaved sex, and got a good shot of her creampie, his cum spilling out down her crack. The next night he had her finger her cum-filled pussy and scoop the cum from her cunt and eat it; she sucked it off her fingers like they were a cock. Then he shoved his softening cock back into her messy hole, pulled it out and told her to clean it off, and she did, sucking his cum from his cock, and licking his balls clean. 

On the weekend he took her out, and they went for a drive, and he recorded her blowing him in the car in the secluded area of a parking lot, then had her strip and finger herself to orgasm. She looked around nervously before doing it, but relaxed and gave him a good show, and had a powerful orgasm. The next day they stayed home, and she masturbated with two dildos, cumming hard. Then he got her on all fours, and filmed his cock slipping into her ass. Fuck, that one was hot! At the end he recorded his cum leaking from her tight hole, and she fingered her ass. 

Every day, sometimes twice a day, he thought of another thing to do and record. He was amassing an awesome collection of probably the hottest porn he'd ever seen. No faking, no acting, just her horny self doing whatever he asked, willingly. He had defeated her resistance to their silly restriction, and was relishing his big win. 

The middle of that week Tom was driving home from work, thinking about what they would do tonight that he could record for his collection. He considered ass to mouth, but felt he should hold off for the weekend for something like that. But he had already planned to take her out this weekend, not let her wear panties of a bra, and wear something revealing. The adventure at the park had whetted his appetite to show her off, do something public and daring, like the Balcony event, maybe flash her pussy in public, or maybe a nice beaver shot under the table at a restaurant. Maybe he could do the ass video Friday night. Then he imagined her switching his cock from her pussy to her mouth, telling him how much she liked the taste, and how she wanted to lick a pussy, and fuck it with her tongue. Yeah, he thought, that was it. Hearing her say how she wanted to lick a wet juicy cunt, while sucking her pussy juice off his cock. Energized, he drove home half hard, imagining the event.

It hadn't occurred to him in the last week and a half that his normal sex life, the regular one they'd shared before Liz's adjustment, had fallen by the wayside, nearly forgotten. Where they had at first had regular relations during the week, and had his 'adventures' on the weekend, the video project had changed his focus, making every session into a hot, nasty event. 

Pulling into the driveway, he was not thinking about the unnoticed change in their sex together, or anything else for that matter. All he could think about was pulling his cock from Liz's cunt, and slipping it into her mouth, and her sweet sexy voice saying how much she loved the taste of pussy. When he came into the house, he found his wife at the table, ready for dinner. She usually got home before him, and had prepared some chicken and rice and vegetables. He kissed her, and sat, and they started eating. She chatted about her day, happy as always. Satisfied, he thought, that's what she is. He wolfed his food down, eager to begin the night's event. Liz ate at her usual pace, talking lightly. He almost didn't hear it when she told him.

"I got a call today," she offered, and sat still, awaiting his reaction, expressionless.

In a single disheartening second Tom's plans for the evening and the weekend vanished, leaving an aching hole where his anticipation had been. His heart raced and he felt his stomach tighten, dreading to ask for any additional details, of hearing his fears realized. He'd known this day would come, he'd been told, he knew, but he'd managed to block that knowledge with the distraction of the wonderful new horizons that had opened for him and Liz. 

"A call?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice from wavering.

"Yes. From the Organization." She smiled a little. His heart fell as he digested the words, THAT call, the call from THEM. "They called my cell," she added. He looked at her, saw the small smile, felt the agreement in her, the loyalty, and fought to control his breathing. Maybe it's not absolute, maybe there was a way, like there was a way around the videos. Don't panic, he warned himself, don't rage, You knew this was coming, and you know what will happen if you resist. Why hadn't he prepared for this? Had he been so blinded by lust and discovery that he'd thought it would never come?

"When?" he managed to squeak, hating the sound of tension in his clipped speech.

"I leave Friday, after work, and come back Sunday," she said easily, and his brain heard eagerness in her voice, and he railed, silently.

"And you're going?"

"Of course," she said, and then her eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked down at his plate. "Tom, we knew this was coming, you knew from the beginning, please don't-" He stood, too quickly, and she gasped a little, startled by his movement, but he stayed, frozen to the spot. "Oh, Tom," she whispered, "please don't be that way, please." He stared at her, glaring, and sat back down, gripped his fork as if to resume eating, but just looked at his food, not seeing it. 

"You're going," he said, not a question, controlling his voice. "You're going. You want to go."

"Yes, I do. Honey, we knew-"

"You want to go," he repeated.

"Yes, of course. Tom, you knew that, it's was part of my treatment. I do what they tell me, like they told me to allow myself to love whatever you want to do, whatever you want me to do."

"Yes," he said through gritted teeth, almost snarling. "Yes, I know. Thank you for reminding me." He was unable to stop the sneering sarcasm in his voice. He saw his hand gripping the fork, and tried to relax it, and failed. His knuckles were white. "What will you do there?"

"I don't know, Tom. They never said." Her voice sounded less eager, and a little dismayed. "Honey please don't be like this, you know what they said, you remember you agreed-"

"YES!" he shouted, slamming the fork onto the table, bouncing the dish. His water glass tipped and spilled, but he ignored it. "Yes! I remember! If you don't go, I break the agreement, and they take you from me!" He was shouting, he knew, and took a few breaths. Probably she would have to tell them how he reacted, and screaming would not be tolerated, he knew. "Yes! I know. But that's all I know. All I know is what they tell me, what they let YOU tell me. I don't know what you'll be doing there, just like I didn't know when you vanished for two weeks." He felt his voice softening as he gave voice to his frustrations. "I found out later you'd had sex with countless men, and women, crazy, wild continuous sex, for two weeks, with strangers, for Christ's sake." He was staring in his dinner plate as he spoke, unable to meet her eyes. "And now they call you, and you go, and I know you have to go, but you WANT to go, and I don't know why they want you there. All I know is what you did last time, and it's all I can imagine." 

"Oh, baby," he heard, and looked up to see her face, and she looked to be holding back tears. No, he thought, no crying, no; she would tell them, they would make her tell them. "I thought...," she said in a breathy whisper, "I thought you enjoyed it ... oh, honey please don't let them keep me me." Her eyes opened wide, and a tear slid down one cheek. "Please, I couldn't stand to lose you, baby, please. I love you, I only did it for you, for us, and all this time, I thought you liked..."

He watched her lip tremble, and his hand finally released the fork, and her felt his shoulders lower, and was suddenly aware that he'd had them hunched and tight. The anger and emptiness in his chest filled with longing for her, and his instinctive urge to protect her from harm took charge. He couldn't hurt her, couldn't see her hurt, couldn't allow it. He stood, and she flinched at the movement, but he moved slowly, putting a calming hand on her arm, and dropped to a knee at her chair, turning her to face him. 

"I could never lose you," he said, "and I will not let anyone take you away from me."

"Tom, I-"

"I love you, with every part of me; I always will. Nothing that happens will ever change that." Even as he poured out his heart to her, the uncontrolled part of his brain processed images of his wife, doing still unimaginable things, and not with him. He forced his brain to close off that compartment, silencing the distraction. "Everything we've done has been wonderful, everything you've done for me, and I appreciate your desire to be more for me, for us, more than you could know." He took her hands in his own, held them as he spoke. "But you have to understand how I feel." He paused, uncertain himself, swimming in his conflicting feelings for her, for the situation, for the future. "You turn me on, so much," he began, and heard for himself how lame he sounded. "Besides loving you, I'm attracted to you. You're so pretty, so, I don't know, ALIVE, I guess, that it comes out in your face. Everyone sees it; it's why people gravitate to you, you're like a bright, beautiful flame." 

She smiled at him, bashful over this silly compliment. He didn't think she could be embarrassed anymore. "Sex has always been wonderful with you, because it was YOU, honey," he said. "Don't get me wrong, I love the way you are now, love what we've done, it's exciting, and different and forbidden and kinky. And I love that you WANT to do all those things with me." He held her hands a little tighter, not noticing the tension creeping back into his voice. "And now they called you and you have to go, I know. And I know I accepted this in advance. It bothers me that I don't know what you will do there, and that all I know is what you did last time you were there. But what really bothers me is that you WANT to go." He looked at her, and she wriggled her hands free, and he realized he'd been squeezing them. "You do want to go, don't you."

"Yes, I do. I said I would go."

"But you WANT to."

"Yes, of course I do, Tom; they made me that way, they made me want to go."

He stood then, and shook a little, inside, trying not to let his anger show again. "That's it. That's what I was afraid of. They made you want to go."

"Yes, of course, they-"

"Don't you see? All this time, all the things we've done, I've thought that you were doing those things because YOU wanted to, because you had always wanted to but couldn't allow yourself, that you went to them because you wanted to give yourself permission to enjoy your desires, and now I have to wonder; now I'm not sure. Now I have to think that they MADE you want it, just like they MADE you want to go when they called." He heard his voice rising, and then felt weak, and powerless, and the anger and rage dissipated, leaving him feeling empty, and tired and alone. He turned away from her, unable again to meet her eyes. "How can I know, now? How can I think you want to be with me, sexy and nasty and enthusiastic? How can I not think that it's a manufactured response?" He was talking to the room, softly, defeated. "How can I be certain that you love me? Is that manufactured, too? Are your feelings for me just another part of their creation?"

He looked to her, but she didn't answer. He watched her, waited, and she seemed to struggle, trying to form words. "I can't believe you said that," she finally replied. 

"What?"

"That you don't know if I love you. You stupid, ridiculous man, your fragile ego is wounded by my commitment to the people that helped me, helped me be more, for YOU, and you don't know that I love you? That I love you so much it hurts, that to be with you, to stay with you, I will do whatever I have to do? Sure, their training makes me want to go, and sure, I think the same thing you do, that I will fuck and suck all weekend, with men and women, and swallow cum and get my ass fucked and enjoy all sorts of nasty, horny sex." She stood, came to him, tried to take his hand, but he pulled away. "But that's just sex, that's not love, not like I feel it for you." She tried again, and he allowed it, and she took his one hand between hers. "I love you, and sex with you is better BECAUSE it's with you, you silly, wonderful man."

He turned his head toward her, but couldn't look in her eyes. "But you'll enjoy it."

"Yes, just like I enjoyed it when you came to get me, and you enjoyed Darla sucking your cock. Just like you enjoyed fucking her, and I enjoyed licking her pussy. It's sex." She stepped in closer to him, pressing her body against his. "But you are my husband, my man, my only man, the only one I love, will ever love. Please believe me, please understand."

"I don't know if I can. It's a lot for me to take. So much is different, so much has changed."

"Not for me, and not me. I'm still the same, I just got the woman I was on the inside brought out. For you, for us, so we can be happy."

He pulled his hand away from her. "Well, I feel pretty far from happy right now." He scowled at her, and turned and left the room, came back in, and added, "I'm going for a walk. I have to think."

Outside, he started walking aimlessly, just moving, thinking, talking to himself. In his mind he replayed the conversation, over and over, changing it slightly each time, sometimes begging, sometimes screaming, sometimes throwing things. In his mental replays he reacted differently, said different things, was cooler, more calculating and controlled. In the replays she waited for him to finish, she answered meekly, agreeing with him. Each time he felt the conversation go his way, but reality would creep in, turn the conversation, and always they ended the same; her going, wanting to go. 

He tried to regain his anger, wanted to be indignant, to gain the moral high ground. Every time he tried to muster up his rage, thinking of Liz, his Liz, going to them, he also recalled the two of them together, enjoying her, fucking like animals. He remembered how good it was, how much he had enjoyed it, lived for it, taken advantage of his good fortune, and the anger fizzled, leaving him ashamed and wounded and lonely. He'd taken all the good her change had to offer, more than he had expected; he'd enjoyed seeing her that day he picked her up, participated willingly. And he had been thrilled at the wild weekend with Liz and Darla. He taken it all, and bathed in the wonder of it. And now the other edge of the sword had appeared, and he chafed at the control they exercised, and the doubts it created in him.

Was it true? Could she love him, want him as she always had, genuinely, and still be compelled to want to obey their call? Then, in a wild moment of imagination, he wondered if maybe NONE of it was true, that there had been no program, no conditioning, that it was all bullshit, and that Liz was really just a faithless slut who fucked whoever and whenever she liked, and had concocted the story with her friends for cover, to mask a two-week debauched sexual bender. And now she was going back for more. 

The idea was too fantastic, to extreme for his poor, tortured mind to consider seriously. No, it wasn't her that bothered him.

It was them. Them, and their invasive control. Control over Liz, and himself; control given to them, willingly. But where at first he had been irritated by the leash, and later restrained by it, it now tormented him.

And he stopped walking. And remembered the night he introduced the video camera, and had nearly been stopped by the long reach of the Organization's rule.

It was dark now; he was in the middle of a residential block, not unlike his own; peaceful, serene and quiet. And he smiled a little, remembering his victory over the video barrier; how he had been clever enough to bypass her blockage. He hadn't overcome it, but he'd gotten around it. He turned, and began walking back, re-examining his situation. There was no way he could prevent her from going, he knew that, surely; not without bringing the promised outcome of losing Liz. And the images of what she might do there troubled him still, even as he admitted to himself that he'd been thrilled to see her do those things, thrilled to participate in her release performance. 

But in overcoming the video resistance, he had found a way to continue to enjoy her gift to him, to find new, dirty and wonderful nasty activities, and all he'd done is compensate slightly for their restrictions. As he walked, he resurrected his plan to take her out, video her exposing herself. She might have taken issue with that, held back, or even resisted if there were people around who might know her. But what if he took her away, far from home, for a day or two? He had some time coming to him, and she did, too. Maybe delaying his gratification would give him the opportunity to push her further, see what she would do somewhere she knew she wouldn't be recognized. 

He pondered his plans as he walked home. It wasn't a victory, but it wasn't a defeat, either, and in a contest like this, he rationalized, staying in the game was as good as winning. He could continue his pursuit of his wife's delightful new charms, see where their path would lead. It would bother him that she was going away, of course, but he had hope now, and felt less powerless.

She was in bed when he got back, and he didn't wake her. He spent some time on the computer, researching location ideas, investigating hotels and attractions, narrowing his choices down to three places, all in about three hours' drive. He tried watching some of the videos, but they didn't excite him now, her news was still too fresh, and he turned it off, and went to bed. He didn't wake her.

The next two days passed in uneasy silence for the most part. They spoke perfunctorily, although Liz tried to start conversations in a variety of ways. But Tom would have none of that, no; in his twisted reasoning of resistance and defiance of the organization, he felt that would be playing into their hands, dancing to the Master's Tune. Not him, not this time. He ignored her, answering in grunts, or keeping his answers polite and short when he had to speak, even as it pained him to ignore her. She became frustrated, and stopped trying, and as much as he wanted to avoid her, it hurt more when she stopped talking to him.

Friday came, and the morning held the same silence he had created as he left for work, but as her departure time loomed closed he weakened, and in a rash decision he left work early, after lunch, to see her off. He wanted to resist, scolded himself for being weak, for playing into their hands. He knew it would hurt to see her leave, but he had always been the one to talk their problems through; she was the one to stew and internalize. He knew he'd regret it if he let her leave without telling her he loved her. No matter what. 

She was in the living room when he came in. She had just placed an overnight bag near the hallway, and she turned at the sound of the door opening. Tom's eyes drank in the image of her, her head turning, hair fanning out, the surprised look that changed instantly to wonder and then welcome. Her body following her head, turning to him, standing. She wore a light summer dress that spun lazily above her knee as she finished the turn, and she looked at him, still now, only her breasts still moving, unrestrained inside her dress. He felt his heart mend itself, then split again, and rapidly heal, all in seconds. She was so beautiful, and he loved her so much it ached.

She was surprised to see him come in, but as their eyes met her tension seemed to melt and she smiled, and he approached her tentatively and she welcomed him into her arms, slipping hers easily under his to reach his shoulders. They held each other silently, each feeling the solid comfort of the other's familiar form. Tom listened to himself breathing, aware of his racing heart, his bitter anxiety and frustration, but above all, his love for this woman, the one who was crazy enough to love him back, despite his flaws and shortcoming, just like he loved her. She burrowed her head under his chin, pressing it into his chest, and pulled him tighter, as if she had been rescued. He returned the embrace, smelling her hair, her skin, the clean scent of her, inhaling her; a memory to hold for the weekend. 




Fourteen Day Program Ch. 05



"I missed you," Tom confessed in a whisper, "I love you, and I don't want to be angry." He felt her tighten into him at his words, then pull back her head, and angle her face up, and they kissed, briefly, lips caressing and tongues just touching, a lover's kiss.

"I love you, too," she said, her face inches from him, her eyes switching between his, too close to focus on both. "It hurt that you wouldn't talk to me. You never did that before."

"I know," he admitted, then joked, "usually it's you who won't talk." She smiled at his quip, and he added. "I couldn't stay away. I love you."

She separated herself from him. "Are you okay?"

"Not completely, no, it still bothers me," he told her, holding her hands, facing her, "but not enough to not see you."

"Thank you, baby, it means so much to me." She leaned in, kissed him again, then stepped back and picked up her bag. As she bent for the bag his eyes briefly traced the smooth contours of her wonderful ass, smooth, sculpted and tight. He realized she wasn't wearing panties. "I have to go now," she smiled. No panties, no bra, and leaving. For two days.

"I know." She smiled, a warm smile, for him, for their love together.

"I'll be back Sunday," she said, and her smile flickered, changed from the warm loving expression to something more eager, and her eyes took on a devilish crinkle at the corners, twinkling too much. He'd known it, but hated having it in his face, even so briefly. She wanted to go.

"I'll see you then," he kissed her, and she turned, and he watched the door close behind her, and stood in the hallway of his empty house, listening as the car door closed, the engine started. And then there was silence and he was alone with his thoughts and the imagined group of whispering observers, drowned out by the pounding in his ears, and the almost silent shell hardening over his heart.

Friday night and Saturday he accomplished nearly nothing. His moods varied from despondent moping and fretting to periods of intense and earnest research on the internet, for appropriate locations for next weekend. He would spend an hour online, finding a place, researching public areas, parks, waterfront, and shopping, until his imagination drove him from the computer, to pace, or sit and think, or sleep restlessly. He skipped meals, eating at odd times, but his stomach began to bother him. He wanted to drink, but knew it wouldn't help his outlook. It would just darken his imagination and make him feel sorrier for himself. 

What was she doing right now, he thought as he stared at the television. Was she being used by strangers and enjoying it, getting gang-fucked by strangers and staff, those guys with the giant cocks she'd been so enamored with, eating cum from pussies and asses, sucking used cocks, and begging for more? Was she taking cocks in her ass, telling them to pound her harder, hurting her, making her ass so sore she wouldn't be able to sit? 

Or was she chatting with the staff, getting debriefed, explaining to him how good everything was until she had to come here and upset her husband? Would she be pleading with them to release her from the restrictions that restrained her and challenged him, pleading for the love she felt, and couldn't deny or live without?

Or was she laughing with them, telling them how silly and immature he'd been, joking how their conditioning had worked, that he really thought she loved him still, it felt so genuine when she said it, that he was totally fooled, and didn't suspect that they had turned her into a wanton slut, who fucked her husband, but laughed behind his back as she fucked strangers?

His imagination ran a parade of images through his head, blocking the television, swimming before his eyes. His brain tormented him with questions he couldn't avoid. Would she tell him what she did while she was away? Would they allow it? Would she enjoy it, as she said she would? Would she enjoy it more than she enjoyed sex with him? Would she still want him? And if she said she did, was it true? Did she really want to have sex with her husband, who had given her ordinary sex for so many years, only to find out she wanted more, better, harder and hotter? Could he believe her when she said it was true? 

Could he believe her when she said she loved him?

As these ideas took hold, his emotional defenses moved in, unnoticed, protecting him from complete breakdown, creating feelings in him he did not recognize or welcome. They whispered to him that he was betrayed, that she was using him, deceiving him, and they began building a barrier around his wounded, aching heart. He did not feel it, or ask for it, or want it; he was barely aware of it as it began, slowly; starting from the hardening shell of scar tissue on his love, where it had torn, and healed, and torn again. The defenses knew what was best, to protect him from further emotional harm, and they began closing his access to that love, hiding it from him, leaving him bitter and spiteful and alone, but safe from further harm, and in control.

It was late now, past midnight, but his despair and loneliness kept him awake. He left the den, leaving the television on, ignored, and returned to his computer. By two in the morning he had found his place, a riverside tourist city. It was more than a three hour drive, but he'd gotten decent rates at a good hotel, staying Thursday through Sunday. They had a waterfront area, a large mall, and several adult stores that he wanted to bring her to, and some strip clubs that they might visit. He thought of making her watch the strippers, getting her a lap dance, and taking her back to the hotel to perform for him. 

He fell asleep still imagining his wife, dancing naked in their room, with him recording the event.

On Sunday he woke late, in the den, the television still on. He checked the cable box, saw it was almost eleven. Fuck, he thought, she'll be home in a few hours. He scrambled to his feet, went to the kitchen to make coffee, and headed for the shower. He scrubbed his sleep away, shaved his two-day beard and his pubic hair, then got busy with coffee, breakfast, dressing, and straightening up the house after his bachelor episode. Liz was due home around two, she'd said, and he finished with plenty of time to relax.

And so, tasks complete, he sat and waited for his wife to return. What would that be like? The weekend he took her home from her adjustment had been constant arousal and horny gratification, exploring her enthusiasm and her change. This felt way different. That weekend she had told him everything she'd done and experienced in the two weeks, or at least a good portion of it. Would she be allowed to tell about this weekend? Unlike the night he had introduced the video, he was fully prepared to have his questions denied. The weekend he'd gone to retrieve her with Darla she was desperate to see him, to come home to him. What about now? Was she truly happy to be home? Could he believe her if she said she was? And could he safely display his frustration without it getting back to them?

He set his mind to being glad she was home, began convincing himself it was true. When she walked in, if she looked happy to see him, he'd play along, and welcome her home. A part of him wasn't pretending, he knew; he really WAS happy to have her back. But too much of him was overly suspicious now, and protective of his feelings. But he could be convincing, just by allowing his true emotions to emerge, although he would be very cautious. 

Besides, he realized, he hadn't had sex in, what, four days? He was horny for a big release this afternoon, and maybe a second one tonight. Maybe in the heat of passion she'd confess -- no, he thought, maybe if he asked in a way that allowed her to meet her obligations, she would tell him what she'd done. If he worked it into sex, telling her he wanted her to tell him, that it would turn him on ...

He grinned, admiring his cleverness and cagey manipulation of the circumstances. 

A short time later he heard the car, and automatically rose, and went to the window. He was surprised at how nervous he was, how anxious he was to see her. He'd spent so long being suspicious that the feelings of anticipation were almost foreign; new, like a first date. He smiled to himself, and looked out the window, and saw her.

He was pleasantly surprised to see that she was the same woman she'd always been, and his heart stirred a little at seeing her, as it always did before, and he relished the sensation. She was still the woman he loved, at least now, as he watched her walk to the door, bag in hand. She was wearing a light skirt and print blouse, and she looked as fabulous to him as she ever had, her hair loose, her face made up, and a small eager smile on her lips that was reflected in her eyes. She was glad to be home, with him; he knew the look, and it touched him. They couldn't make her fake that, could they?

He went to the door as it opened, and she came in and was suddenly in his arms, holding him as if she'd been away for a long time, and not just a long distance. She made small sounds as she pressed herself against him, wriggling slightly to get closer, as if to leave no part of her without contact with him. He felt his heart stir, and noticed his member following close behind.

"I missed you," he risked, and she cooed softly, pressing her hands into his back, and he added, "even before you left."

She pulled her face back. "Oh, Tom, I missed you, too," she whispered lovingly. He heard the sincerity, but feared its origin.

"Do you love me, Liz?" he asked.

He face changed from eager reunion to surprise, to confusion, and to hurt. "Honey, why would you ask that? Of course I do. You are the only one I love." She searched his face. "Do you still love me?" There was need in her tone, a grasp for reassurance. Was she as uncertain as he was? "Baby, please tell me nothing has changed, please tell me you love me. I swear I couldn't live without you."

"I love you, Liz," he said, "so much it hurts," and he felt relief as he heard his own words. He felt the hurt then, even as he knew he still loved her, still trusted her, and sadly, still doubted her. "I don't want to be angry, or fighting, and being apart from you tears me apart. Thinking about where you were, who you were with ..." the words spilled out, unbidden. His hips pressed forward, into her, and she smiled as she responded, pressing back. "Can you tell me what you did?" He expected the answer, and got it.

"No. Not permitted."

He pulled back from her, looked into her eyes, seeing both of the women she was, then; the loving woman he loved and had married, and the horny, wanton slut she had become. "Come inside," he said, taking her hand, and leading her to the living room, and sitting together on the sofa. He angled his body to face her. "It's been a while," he said. "I don't know if you are tired, or how you feel," he told her, staring into her eyes. He kissed her, slowly, tenderly, but even as he did a thought in the back of his mind asked where her mouth had been. She tasted minty, like toothpaste, or gum. She returned his tender kiss, and their mouths opened, and their tongues dueled with practiced familiarity. He felt her breath in his mouth, while his pants swelled uncomfortably in his lap, and he sighed, and broke the kiss. "I want you," he told her, not whispering.

"Mm-m, good," she replied. "Me, too."

"I want you to suck my dick," he said, and reached to his pants, opened them, pulling them down below his knees. "Suck me, Liz. Tell me you want to." Her eyes sparkled as he had come to expect, and she smiled, and scooted her hips back, and lowered her head to his lap. He felt her tongue circle his head, lick his shaft, and he closed his eyes and his head fell back as his dick was gently wrapped in her warm, wet mouth, and he heard the mewling sounds of her taking pleasure in sucking him. He allowed her to stroke him with her mouth a few times, before pulling her head up to look at him. "Kneel down, so I can see you," he instructed, and she slipped from the couch, pushing his pants further down and spreading his legs, settling herself between them. She looked up at him, one hand wrapped at the base of his cock, now fully hard, and kissed and licked the head as they looked at each other. 

"Do you like to suck my dick?" he asked. She nodded, licking it. "When you went to them, the first time," he began, stroking her hair, "you sucked a lot of cocks, didn't you? You told me that when I came to get you."

"Yes, baby, I did."

"Did you like sucking all those cocks?"

"Yes," she smiled, "it was hot."

He thought about the next question, being sure to craft it carefully. "Without telling me when or where, not including those two weeks you were away,have you ever sucked another cock besides mine?" He watched for her reaction, and saw her pause, and think, and then smile. 

"Yes, yes I did."

"More than one?"

"Yes," she said, smiling, and took his cock into her mouth, sucking the head, then pulling off, rubbing it on her lips. "A lot of them," she added.

"Tell me about it, about what you did, about how you enjoyed their cocks in your mouth. Don't say when or where, just what you did." He saw her face brighten as he bypassed their control over her. "Suck my cock while you tell me." She pushed her head down on his shaft, swallowing all of him, to the base, and gagging a little, then stroking him with her mouth several times before pulling off.

"I was on my knees, naked, and there were three men, standing," she said, and sucked him again before resuming. "I was sucking them all, stroking them, going from one to the other, like this," and stroked her mouth down his cock several times, full long strokes with her wet lips and tongue. "They were hard, and big, and beautiful, and all for me." She sucked his head, played her tongue underneath, and bounced a few strokes. "I felt them filling my mouth with their hard cocks, felt them pushing into me, it was so hot." Her words seared his brain, and the image took form in his imagination, and he closed his eyes, seeing it as she spoke; his Liz, his wife, sucking three hard cocks, going from one to the other.

"I sucked them good, baby, I wanted their cum in my mouth and on my face," she stroked him as she spoke, then took him in her mouth again, "like this, like I'm sucking your beautiful cock," she moaned as she took him back inside her. "They were so hot, so hard for me, and I sucked them all, switching from one to the other." Another series of sucking strokes. "They told me to play with my pussy, and I did."

"Do it for me, Liz. Finger yourself. Is your pussy wet? Is your little clit nice and hard from sucking my cock?"

"Oo-o, yeah, baby, my pussy is dripping wet, sucking your cock makes me so hot," she cooed. "They called me a slut and told me to fuck my pussy while I sucked their cocks." He watched her, then closed his eyes again, seeing the scenario in his head as she knelt for three men, naked, fingering herself as she sucked their cocks. "They told me they were going to cum in my mouth and my face, I was so hot, I wanted it so bad." He felt her mouth wrap itself around him, sucking hard, and she moaned on his shaft before pulling off. She stroked him with one hand. "Are you going to cum, soon, baby?" She licked his length. "Do you like hearing this, hearing me tell you about how I sucked their cocks?"

"Did you make them cum?"

"I sucked them until I felt them getting close, baby. I felt them getting close, I wanted them all shooting on me at once, I wanted their hot cum shooting out of their big hard cocks, all for me," she oozed, and took him in her mouth again, stroking. His hips jerked upwards. "Oh, yeah, baby, I can feel you getting close, just like I felt them." She pushed her head down, making a small choking cough, pulled up. "Oh, I love having my mouth full of cock." Again. "I knew they were close baby, and they moved closer, I had one in my mouth, and I was pumping one, and the other was jerking himself, watching me fuck my cunt with my fingers, calling me a horny slut." Again, gasping as she pulled off this time. "Then the first one shot his cum on my face, while I was still sucking, it was so hot, feeling his cum covering me, with another cock in my mouth." Tom felt his cum begin to boil as the image of her, face striped with cum as he had done so many times, but not his, and her mouth stuffed with another. He groaned, and she answered. "Oh, you like that, baby." She stroked his shaft, holding the head at her lips as she licked and told her tale. 

"When he finished cumming I took the last two and tried to suck them both at once, cramming two cocks in my mouth, oh, they were so close, and I held their heads in my mouth and stroked them, and one started to cum, and I pulled back, and opened my mouth with my tongue out, and his cum was shooting in my face and my mouth, and then the last one started, and he just laid his cock on my tongue and filled my slutty cocksucking mouth with his hot load." And with those words Tom exploded, and he opened his eyes to see his cock spew it's load onto his wife's mouth and face, as she made yummy sounds and bathed her beautiful face in his creamy syrup. Her tongue tickled his cockhead as he shot his load, covering her mouth, striping her nose and cheeks. As his volleys softened she took him back in her mouth, sucking the remaining cum until he became too sensitive, and he pulled his hips back, and out of her mouth. 

He looked at her, smiling and content, satisfied with her face coated, rubbing his cockhead in the messy residue. She had sucked his cock, taken his cum on her face. But in his mind, he had watched her suck three men, just as enthusiastically, with the same drive and desire as he saw in her now, imagining her looking up at them, with their loads on her face, licking their cum from her lips. 

Thoughts of next weekend flitted through his head, as well as home videos he still wanted to shoot. Mental images of the 'adjusted' Liz doing whatever nasty thing he asked were mixed with memories of the previous Liz, loving him, having regular sex, and living their lives together. In his head the flashes merged and separated, two parts of the same woman, two sides of a coin; the one he loved, and the one had wanted. She stood, and scooped a glob of semen from her cheek with a finger, sucking it clean with a grin, then strode from the room, picking up her overnight bag as she headed for the bedroom. In his head, a third woman joined the melee of memory and imagination, a filthy horny slut who loved all kinds of sex with numerous partners, and the image of that women wedged its way into his head, forcing the other two aside, making room for itself. He forced the three images from his conscious brain, forced himself to think of other things, tucking the three facets of his wife into the darker recesses of his brain, where his involuntary processes tried to sort and separate and meld them. 

The one he loved.

The one he wanted.

And this third one, the new one. The one he despised.



Fourteen Day Program Ch. 06



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is Chapter 6 of the saga of Tom and Liz Raines. Most of it will not make sense unless you have read at least the first chapter. It feels like Chapter 7 will be the end. This story started out as a simple idea that could be used as an excuse to write hot sex scenes, but early on the situation turned into something deeper and more complex. So where the first chapters were largely sexual adventures with some mental and emotional anguish, these later ones have become the opposite. Thanks again to all who have stuck with the story, and for the comments and encouragement, and the votes. I tried not to let the suggestions steer the story. 

As always, if this subject matter appeals to you, read on, and I hope you enjoy their tale. If not, please select another story by another fine author on this site. 

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Tom loaded the last of the bags into the trunk and closed the lid, then leaned on the back of the car and waited for Liz to come out. He was anxious to get on the road, even though it would be too early to check in. He had plans for this trip, big plans for him, for Liz, for his video collection, and especially for testing the limits of the Organization that chafed and irritated him, like psoriasis on his subconscious. 

They had only had sex twice since Liz returned from her visit, not including the blowjob she'd given him that day; quiet married sex, like the good old days. He'd enjoyed it, to his surprise, and they had reconnected during their evenings together. He'd put away the camera and set aside his misgivings and suspicions and resentment of Them and their Agreement. It had been a good couple of days.

Liz had happily agreed to the days away, and had taken Thursday and Friday off work, like him, so they could enjoy the long weekend. He hadn't yet told her of his plans; that could wait until they were on the road. She was finishing dressing when he started hauling out the bags, and was probably walking the house, double checking the doors to see they were locked, turning off the coffee pot and making sure the iron was unplugged, as usual. Unless she checked, she wouldn't feel comfortable leaving. I was how she was, and it had stopped bothering him long ago. They joked about it as he carried out the bags. 

He resisted the temptation to check the contents of the 'extra' bag; he'd checked and double-checked last night -- camera, power cord, extra battery, toys, and a laptop to download the videos. He checked his watch, ten-thirty already, what the hell was she doing, he thought. But just as he moved to go in and coax her out, the door opened and she stepped out. He watched as she closed the door, locked it, and checked to make sure it was locked securely, and he drank in the vision of her as she came down the few steps to the car.

As always, she was lovely. Her hair shone and framed her beautiful face, and she smiled, a full face smile, right to her sparkling eyes. It was exhilarating to see her like this, the woman he had fallen in love with, walking towards him, radiant with the joy that shone through her, lighting her up. It drew him to her as it always had, and it was doing it again now. She wore a dark skirt to her knees, and a light tee shirt under an unbuttoned sweater. Her necklace and bracelet glittered along with her earrings, her nails and lips were polished and glistening. She was elegant and confident and made it nearly impossible to look away as she stepped into him at her door, and kissed him. Her face angled up to his, the sun lighting her cheekbones and eyes, half closed, as their lips met, briefly. 

"You look fabulous," he told her, touching her arm, and reaching for her door.

"Was it worth waiting for?" she asked, smiling, repeating one of their recurring jokes as she slid into the passenger side. Always the last one ready, she had defended it once as being worth the wait, and he used it as a compliment the next time, and now it was a regular routine for them. 

"Always," he told her, grinning, meaning it, and closed the door. Damn, she is beautiful, he told himself as he moved around the car to the driver's door. And they were on their way.

They chatted intermittently as they began the trip, as always Liz was the more perky, more chatty as they headed for the highway. Later, with about ten miles of highway behind them, Tom changed the subject. 

"Hey, Liz," he began, "remember the Balcony night?" he asked.

He heard the grin in her voice. "I don't think I'll ever forget it."

He didn't glance at her, just focused on the road. "I hear that. It was so crazy, out there where people could see..." he let the idea trail off, then added. "Pretty hot, right?"

"Definitely," she agreed. "definitely hot."

"What was hotter, being naked on the balcony, or being seen naked?"

"Being seen naked," she chirped, and added, slightly lower, "and fucking."

He murmured his agreement, then started slowly. "We're still pretty close to home," he began," but as we keep driving, we'll be further and further. Less and less chance of seeing anyone we know." He watched the road, didn't glance at her. He'd plotted this, planned the speech. Why was he nervous? "I want you," he told her, "to wait until you're comfortable that we are far enough from home," he said, "and then take off your shirt and bra."

"Oo-oo, really?" he heard, and her voice told him she was better than agreeable. 

"And then, when you feel okay, take off the skirt, too."

"And the panties?"

"Nope. Why don't you take them off now."

Watching the road, he saw her shift in her seat, and reach under her skirt and wiggle her panties off her hips and down her legs. "Check it out," she said, and he glanced, quickly, to see her skirt hiked up at her hips, exposing the shaved area between her legs. Then she leaned over, and looped her panties over the rear view mirror. "Think anyone will notice?"

"Maybe," he grinned, "but later they'll be distracted by a more exciting view."

"You want people to see me naked?"

"I want them to see what I see, a beautiful, sexy woman, with a sexy hot body," he told her. "I want them to get excited seeing you the way I do, to want you, and then drive away jealous of me and what I enjoy."

"You say the nicest things."

He glanced again, seeing motion, and saw she was taking off her sweater, folding it neatly, and turning to place it on the floor of the backseat. "Just getting prepared," she said with an anticipatory lilt. He saw movement again, and glanced to see her doing that thing, where a woman takes off her bra from under her shirt and pulls it through her sleeve. She folded that as well. Who folds a bra, he thought. 

The traffic was light and the road was not difficult, so after she turned and settled back in her seat he risked another glance at her, slightly longer. His eyes drank in her beauty and seductive sexiness in those few seconds, then he tore his eyes away, then checked her out again. The shoulder strap nestled between her breasts, amplifying the impression her braless mounds made under her tee shirt, her nipples rising and poking through the thin material. They swayed slightly with the motion of the car, and she sat, quietly smiling, her right elbow up at the base of the window. She looked a dream, an incredible, sexy dream. He felt a stirring in his crotch and focused on the road, and they drove in silence for a while. Every few minutes he glanced sideways to see if she was moving, but she didn't stir, just sat, looking out the window with a small smile.

The highway was two lanes, and he kept to the right, allowing speeders to pass on the left. It was only a few more miles before he saw movement, and he turned to see her removing her seatbelt, and cross her arms in front of her, grabbing the bottom of the tee and pulling it up over her head. She folded it, and leaned back to place it with the rest of her discarded garments, then sat back and rebuckled he seat belt, the strap laying between her breasts. She fidgeted a few minutes.

"The strap is bothering me," she said, "but I really don't want to sit in the front without a seatbelt."

"Climb in the back?" he offered, and in an instant she was climbing between the seats and into the back seat. He slowed the car to the speed limit and adjusted the rear view mirror to see her. She was sitting in the center. "That's not much safer," he observed, and she agreed, and shifted behind the passenger seat. 

"This feels so naughty," she chirped, "I like it."

He glanced in the rearview mirror as cars passed, oblivious to them. "Play with your nipples," he told her, and glanced in the mirror to see her hand, lightly caressing her pink nubs, raising them to full erections. She pinched them, and moaned lightly. 

"Why don't you move to the other side, behind me," he suggested, and she did, and resumed touching herself. Tom adjusted the mirror to see, but his view was blocked a little. He saw a car passing on the left, and increased his speed to match theirs. He wondered who might be inside. "There's a car, right next to us," he said, "sit up and show them what you're doing."

He sensed her moving, turning, and she said, "Oh my God, they're right there, shit, it's an old couple, the wife is watching me pinch my nipples!" she squealed, but he didn't sense her pulling away. Tom slowed, and they passed. The thought of her flashing herself was turning him on. He sensed movement in the back, and then saw her arm placing her folded skirt on the floor of the back seat. 

"I'm completely naked now," she joked, "don't you dare get pulled over, or into an accident." He heard the laugh in her voice, layered over her desire. He wished he could see her, despite having seen her naked for so many years. He glanced at the side mirror, saw an SUV approaching, and saw a couple inside. He couldn't tell how old, but clearly not seniors. He increased his speed a little as they came up.

"Here's another car," he called to her, "give them a nice show." 

"Oh, yeah," she said, and he heard the window going down. He couldn't see her, but he saw them pointing at the car. "Oo-oh, that's cold. I'm sticking my tits out the window!" They were closer now, and he saw they were about his own age, maybe a little younger. They slowed to match Tom's pace, slightly behind him. The woman in the passenger seat pulled her window down, and stuck a hand out, making grabbing motions. He forced himself to focus on his driving. "I think they like it!" she told him.

"Show them your ass," he answered, and felt her moving around, then heard the horn from the other car.

"I guess they like it!" she said. "I think they saw my pussy, too!"

He grinned, felt her moving around, and then slowed, allowing them to pass. They pulled up to his window, and the girl put her hand to her face, and stuck out her tongue between her fingers. The guy driving gave a thumbs up, honked his horn again, and they pulled in front, passing. 

"They really appreciated that," he told her, looking at her face in the mirror. She had the devilish grin on, the tight, wide one, and her eyes crinkled with delight. "They'll be talking about that their whole trip! She's probably jerking him off right now!"

"They looked nice," she offered lightly, "I'd do them." 

"You'd do them? Both of them?"

"Why, you didn't think they were hot?"

He looked into her eyes in the mirror. "You sex animal," he grinned. "Maybe during our weekend we should scout for a hot couple to hook up with!" At some level, he knew that teasing her with having sex with another couple and her having sex with strangers at the Organization Weekend were pretty similar, separated only by his presence, but that was enough to sway him. "Here comes another one." The car had a couple who looked seriously married. As they pulled closer, Tom thought they might not appreciate the show. Sure enough the guy driving ogled Liz, and his wife hit him, and lowered her window with an enraged expression. Tom heard something being yelled, and then the car roared past them. 

"Wow, what was that?" he asked.

"I don't know," she answered, "all I did was hang my tits out the window, and she called me a whore! A filthy whore, at that!"

"Too uptight," Tom commented, "don't pay her any mind. Believe me, you're no whore, honey." No, came the unwelcome thought, whores do it with strangers for money. He brushed it away. "You're not a whore, you're a slut."

"You think I'm a slut?" she asked with feigned indignation. He looked in the mirror, saw her grinning. 

"You're my hot, sexy, slut," he told her, "and I am your lucky husband." He felt her hand touch his head, playing in his hair, and he smiled. Nothing could ruin his mood, he thought.

Liz flashed another few cars as they passed, until Tom noticed an eighteen-wheeler approaching from the distance. 

"Hey, Liz," he called to her as she blew a kiss to an older guy, "come up here a second. I have something for you in the glove compartment." He was treated to a side view of his naked wife, climbing into the front seat, her breasts dangling from her chest as she crawled up, and bouncing as she settled into the seat. She popped the compartment open, and gave a little cry of delight as she pulled out a pink vibrator. 

"You have an evil mind," she grinned deliciously. "What do you think I should do with this?"

"There's a big truck coming up," he told her, "I want you get yourself off in the backseat. He's up high, so he can see in." She was instantly climbing back, and his eyes followed her ass as she passed him. In a few seconds she was making small passionate sounds over the sound of the vibe behind him. "That sounds like fun," he offered.

"Mm-m, it is," she agreed. He heard a sharp gasp. He felt her foot press against the back of his seat. 

"Will he be able to see you? Will he see your wet pussy?"

"Fuck, I'm spread wide, with one foot out the window, I hope so." She moaned lightly. "I'm so wet. Is he close?"

"Coming up now," Tom told her.

"Mm-m, me too," she replied in a throaty whisper. "Fuck, I'm going to cum for him to see. You like that, honey? Is your dick hard?"

"Like a rock."

"That's nice."

"Here he comes," Tom told her, and increased his speed to match the truck. The air horn startled him, and the truck slowed a little, and Tom matched the change, keeping pace with the other vehicle.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum, he's staring at my pussy, while I'm fucking myself, Tom, fuck, I feel so dirty and nasty! Oh!"

"Fuck that pussy, my little slut! Let him see what a wonderful woman you are! He's probably jerking his cock watching you!"

"Oh, yeah, jerk that cock for my hot pussy! Oh! Fuck!"

"Show him your ass, baby." He felt motion as she flipped herself, then heard the horn again, two blasts.

"Oh, Tom, I'm going to cum, I'm fucking myself and sticking my finger in my ass, fuck, oh, fuck, FUCK!" And then she screamed, and then her voice caught, and he knew she was coming, a big one, and then she let out a long, loud groan with her release. Tom heard the horn again, three long blasts, and then the truck changed gears and pulled away, ahead of them, and passed them. 

"Oh, fuck, that was good," she sighed, moving again, and then she was suddenly climbing into the front seat. He glanced at her, and she smiled and made a show of licking the juices from the vibrator. He turned back to the road, and saw her hand from the corner of his eye, and felt as she worked a finger into his mouth. He sucked it. "Yeah, that's it, suck my hot ass off my finger," she cooed to him, and he sucked harder. "Is your cock hard?"

"Uncomfortably," he grinned.

"Well, let's see if I can do something about that," she said, and leaned over the console for his crotch. With a little work she had his zipper down and his pants open, and reached into his briefs, wrapping her fingers around his stiff pole. "Oh, yeah, that's what I like, some nice hard cock." She worked it out of his pants, and stroked him firmly, slowly.

"What are you-" he began, but he never finished as she leaned over and took the head of his cock into her mouth, humming as she swirled her tongue around the head. She licked up the sides, as much as she could reach, and then pushed her head down between his stomach and the steering wheel. He groaned as he felt his shaft wrapped in the wet warmth of her loving mouth. She began bobbing up and down, humming and moaning onto his dick as he tried to focus on driving. Her head came up as he corrected the car, which had drifted slightly. 

"Don't you crash now," she grinned, stroking his wet meat. "The impact will make be bite your dick off, and the police will pull my naked body from the car with half your cock in my mouth!" 

He almost laughed, but was stopped by her mouth returning to his dick, working just the top, her hand at the base, stroking him with the motion of her lips and tongue. He tried to concentrate on his driving, allowing cars to pass him, without losing focus on the wonders her mouth was performing on him. The sensations shot through him, making his hips rise. He struggled to control his legs. 

Liz was sucking hard now, he could feel her drawing his cock into her mouth, heard slurping and sucking noises from between his legs. She was slowly lifting and lowering her head, increasing the suction as she came up, then releasing, and sucking him back in. He felt his balls stir, and begin to boil their brew, and he grunted his pleasure. He wanted desperately to put his seat back, lie down and enjoy it, and then resisted a sudden urge to force her head down with his hand, cram his cock into her face, force it into her throat, making her gag and choke. He imagined using her face like a cunt, cramming himself inside her forcefully, fucking her mouth, hearing her cry out, and the image horrified and excited him. His brain retracted from the brutal and abusive feeling even as his cock swelled, and he felt his climax begin to explode, spurred by the feeling of power. She felt him start, and pulled her mouth to the head, locked her lips around him, and stroked his cock as he pulsed, and spewed, and his semen blasted several thick shots into her waiting mouth. She moaned delightfully as he filled her, and his cock twitched the smaller remains though his shaft, into her hungry, waiting mouth.

He finished, and relaxed, and she gingerly lifted her head, lips sealed tightly around the head until she released it, and sat up, smirking. He risked a glance, and she smiled, and allowed his cream to escape her lips, dripping to her chin and into her lap, before swallowing the rest. He focused on the road, his cock softening in her hand, as he saw her in the corner of his eye, scooping the drips from her thighs and chin, and sucking her fingers clean. 

"Holy shit, that was incredible."

"Damn right," she agreed, licking her lips. "Mind if I get dressed?"

"No, I'm good," he grinned. "Did you have fun?"

"Showing off my naked body for you? Or masturbating? Or sucking your cock?" she asked. "Yes, yes and yes," she grinned, and began slipping her clothes back on. When she finished she helped him put his dick away and zipped him back up. "You have some imagination, Tom."

"You don't know the half," he joked, and told her what he'd imagined as she'd blown him, the vision that made him cum. "It was so exciting, and so scary, at the same time."

"You'd like that?" she asked softly, and he glanced at her to see those devilish crinkles at the corner of her eyes, the intent look of desire. "Do want to fuck my mouth the way you fuck my pussy, use my face like a cunt, shove your cock into my throat?" Her filthy mouth shocked him as it always did now, despite how arousing it was. It was a little intimidating. "You want to push your hard dick into my throat and choke me, make me gag?"

"Holy shit, would you let me? I don't know if I could..."




Fourteen Day Program Ch. 06



"I might throw up. But if you wanted to, I would." 

"And you'd like it, too, wouldn't you?"

"If you liked it, yes."

The silence sat with them, like a third person, and the possibility of treating her that way was frightening without the erotic stimulation accompaniment. He would have never considered something like that with his wife before. He couldn't consider doing that with the woman he loved. Could he do it with the other Liz, the willing slut she had become, the one who satisfied his every desire? 

Or that other one, the third Liz, the one he suspected and despised? The thought of her chilled him, and he drove in silence for a while, wondering which woman he was travelling with.

When they arrived at the hotel the suite wasn't ready; it was early, still, and they asked after local restaurants and shopping, got directions, and went back to the car. Tom took the video camera from the trunk before they drove off for a bite to eat. The hotel had mentioned a good lunch place about a mile down the strip, and they found it easily, and parked. The lot had some cars, but wasn't crowded. Still, Tom parked some distance from the other cars, far from the door. He picked up the camera, and pointed it at Liz who was still in the car,and started recording.

"Well, we're here, starting our little vacation," he said, and she smiled for the camera.

"Are you shooting home movies," she asked, "or will this be one of your special videos, just for us."

"Well," he explained for the camera, turning it from her, "your panties are still hanging from the mirror," he turned to the back seat, "and your bra is back there, so I think we're going to shoot some special scenes this weekend," he told her. "So before we go in, why don't you show me what you are wearing under your skirt?"

Liz turned in her seat, facing him, and lifted her left leg up onto the console, and placed her right foot on the dashboard. The movement forced her skirt up, and she pulled it the rest of the way up, spreading her legs wide. "Why, I'm completely naked under my skirt," she play-acted, smiling conspiratorially, "See? It's just my hot, wet shaved pussy." Her fingers danced lightly at her labia, spreading them open, exposing her pink insides and glistening hole. "If my skirt were to blow in the wind, anyone looking would see everything I have."

"Oh, you are so hot," he said, teasingly. "I think I want it to be very windy."

"Oh, you naughty man," she teased the camera, "you want complete strangers to see my pussy! But," she added, grinning, "what if it's not windy enough?"

"Well, then, you hot sexy woman of mine," he exaggerated, "you might have to help it out a little, like you are doing right now. Show me how wet you are." He focused the camera between her legs, as one hand pulled her labia open, and the other slipped two fingers down her slit and into her wet hole, as she moaned. The fingers emerged slick with her juices. "This makes you hot, doesn't it, the idea of people seeing your tits and ass and pussy?"

"Oh, yeah, baby," she snarled, and brought her fingers to her mouth, pausing. "it gets me all steamy," she added, and licked up her fingers, then sucked them into her mouth. Tom ended the video, and leaned to her and kissed her, and they got out and headed for the restaurant. 

Inside they requested a quiet booth, away from the other patrons, but there was nothing completely secluded. They were seated in the back, with a smattering of other patrons a few tables away. Tom put the camera on the seat next to him, and they looked at the menus, settled on salads and iced tea. They chatted normally as they attacked the bread, and then the salads. About halfway through the salad, Tom turned on the camera, and angled the view screen to he could direct it under the table, focusing it in Liz's lap. He looked up at her, and grinned.

"Liz," he whispered, "take a glance around the room. Is anyone watching us?" Her eyes darted around, and returned to look at him.

"No."

"I want you to open your legs," he said quietly, "and pull your skirt up a little." Looking down, he changed the angle, watching her knees part, and exposing her shaved slit. "Oh, that's nice. Do you feel naughty and slutty showing your pussy?"

"My God, Tom, anyone can see, there's no tablecloth on this booth." Her eyes crinkled in that devilish way as she grinned. She lowered her voice. "If anyone looks over, they'll see my pussy!"

"Touch it," he told her, "put your finger inside." The camera caught her hand between her legs, and a single digit slipping inside her, sliding in and out a few times. She brought it back up, and slipped it into her mouth, just as the waitress came by. Tom hid the camera behind his leg. 

"How is everything, folks?" she asked, "You want another iced tea?"

"The dressing is delicious," Liz chirped, pulling her finger from her mouth. "I'll have another tea, please."

"That's the house dressing. Lots of folks like it. I'll be right back." She smiled at Liz, and then looked suspiciously at Tom before departing. They giggled together when she was gone.

"Do you think she saw me?" Liz asked.

"Maybe," Tom replied, adding, "do you think she enjoyed it?"

"She seemed awful friendly." Tom reached down and turned off the camera. They finished eating, and left a decent tip. The waitress smiled as they left.

"Thanks, folks. Come back soon!" she smiled.

Outside, they walked to the car, and Tom turned the camera back on, allowing Liz to walk ahead of him. As they got near the car, he told her to show her ass. He watched her walk, her ass cheeks swaying delightfully, her hand holding up the back of her skirt. They drove to a local market, bought some food and snacks for the room, and some water. Tom had the video camera with him, and got her to spread herself while pretending to reach for something on the bottom shelf. He took her to the frozen food aisle and watched her nipples get hard under her shirt. After shopping, they drove to the riverfront area, and walked around, looking at the shops and restaurants. A couple of times, when they separated from the crowds, he had her pull up her shirt, or show her pussy quickly. Once or twice he thought he thought someone saw them, and he got some knowing smiles from a few passerby. After a while they headed back to the hotel, taking a different route, off the strip. They passed an adult toy store that he marked in his memory for tomorrow. Right now he wanted to get back to the hotel and have sex, he was horny as fuck! 

As they drove, he saw one of the local strip clubs, and the sign outside caught his eye. He pulled into the next parking lot and headed back, and pulled into the lot. "Amatuers Friday 8PM" was all it said, and the wheels in his head turned furiously. 

"What are you doing? A topless bar?" He looked at his wife, unable to hide his grin. "Are we going in there?" she asked him. 

"Just for a second," he said, "I want to see something. I want you to come in with me."

"I've never been in a place like that," she offered quietly, scanning the parking lot. When she turned to face him, she was smiling. "Okay, let's go."

She walked with him as though they were walking into the mall, completely at ease, her hand on his arm. Tom paid the cover, and they took a table in the middle, away from the stage. It was early afternoon, and the place was mostly empty. A buxom brunette waitress in a skimpy outfit took their drink order. On stage a young blond girl with small tits was swinging lazily around the pole for the few diehards sitting at the stage tables. The waitress returned with the drinks. Before she left, Tom stopped her.

"Excuse me, the sign outside said 'amateurs Friday'. Does that mean anyone?" he shouted over the thumping music.

She looked Tom over with an expression of intolerance that she quickly hid with a forced smile. "I think so, yeah." She turned her attention briefly to Liz, looking her up and down, as if evaluating her, before turning back to Tom, and pointed at the bar. "Talk to Conrad, the bartender, he'll give you the details." She smiled again, and jiggled away. Tom leaned in to Liz's ear so he didn't have to shout.

"I'm going to talk to the bartender. Do you want to wait here, or come with me?"

Liz turned her head, surveyed the room, Tom followed her gaze. Other than the waitress and dancer, Liz was the only female in sight. Beside the guys sitting stage side, there were a few others at tables, and a couple of unsavory types playing pool. Dancers' boyfriends? He turned back to Liz, who leaned into his ear "With you," she said. 

They rose, took their drinks, and Tom looked at the dancer on stage. She was completely nude, and squatting in front of a guy, her pussy open and exposed, as the man slipped a bill into her garter, his fingers lingering to stroke her thigh. He suffered a moment's hesitation, but his erotic fascination to show off his wife quickly wrestled his good sense into submission. He looked at Liz, and saw she was watching, too. They approached the bar and got the bartender's attention.

"The waitress said I should ask you," he started, "I wanted to know about the amateur night tomorrow."

"Starts at eight," he said, "ten dollar cover."

"No, not that," Tom said, "about signing up," he shouted, and in his peripheral view saw Liz's eyes open wide. "I'm Tom," he said, extending his hand, and the bartender took it, "and this is my wife, Liz. She'd like to dance tomorrow."

"Conrad," he replied, and looked Liz over, the way the waitress had, then shook her hand as well. He motioned to them to follow him, and signaled the waitress to cover the bar. They followed him to a door, into a small hallway, and into a tiny neat office adorned with photos of half naked women. Conrad went behind a small desk, and pulled some papers out of a drawer. 

"Fill this out and sign it, here, and here," he said to Liz, indicating two places for her signature. She took the offered pen and began filling it out. "Have you ever danced before?" Liz looked up, glanced at Tom, and told him no. "Okay, then, let me walk you through. I recommend you watch the girls for a while, get an idea of what they do." He paused, then added. "I'll say, and please don't take offense, that you're slightly older than most of the girls who do this, but you look like you're in good shape, otherwise I'd talk you out of it." Liz thanked him, and returned to her form. Conrad turned to Tom, but as he spoke, included Liz. Tom watched his eyes, and saw them returning to her chest, and sneaked a glance to see her nipples were hard and pushing out through her tee shirt. 

"Each girl gets three songs. The pattern for the regular girls is the top on the first song, bottoms on the second, and tips on the third, but for amateurs it's all about winning the contest, so go at your own pace. We're full nude, as you can see, but you go as far as you want. You can touch yourself, but no penetration, and no one else touches you. You keep all tips you get, first place is two hundred, second is a hundred, third is fifty. Bring your own costume, although street clothes are fine; make your decision, but it's easier to take off costumes that are made to be removed easily."Liz handed him the completed form, and he reviewed it silently, then tore off the back copy and handed it back. "Amateurs are not allowed to do table dances or private dances. There's no touching, and no soliciting. This isn't a whorehouse or a swingers club, so if you've got other things in mind, forget them. I'll be working the floor that night with another guy, Brandon, and if there's trouble, you're out, fast." He looked each of them in the eye. "Don't drink before you get here, drunks make shitty dancers, and if you have to drink to get past your nerves you shouldn't be trying this. After the show, you're welcome to stay. Got it?"

"Got it," Tom, agreed. Liz nodded, smiling. 

"Okay, then, see you tomorrow night, maybe, if you don't lose your nerve." He smiled. "Good luck."

"I'll be here," Liz offered. They stood, shook hands again, and Conrad escorted them out, and offered to freshen up their drinks. Tom took Liz back to the table. They sat as the next girl, a slightly overweight but shapely blonde, took the stage. 

"Are you excited?" he asked in her ear. She turned to him, nodded, watching the girl on stage. He watched with her, occasionally leaning into her ear to talk. 

"This is so hot, Liz," he told her. "Tomorrow night that will be you up there, teasing a bar full of strange men." She turned to him, grinning that devilish eager grin. "They're all going to see your tits, and your ass, and your pussy. Will you go all the way nude?"

"Do you want me to?" she leaned to him to ask. He felt her breath in his ear.

"Fuck, yeah!" he told her, and her grin widened to a smile. He thought of how jealous all the men would be as he left with her, thinking of how hot she was, and what it would be like to have her. "You are the hottest woman I've ever seen, and you are going to be fabulous tomorrow." He paused, then leaned in closer. "Tell me what you are thinking about."

Liz continued to watch the girl on stage, as she spread her legs for the men dropping money at her feet. She turned and leaned into Tom's ear. "I'm thinking about your cock, and how hard it will be when you see me up there, teasing all those me. I'm thinking about their cocks, too, all those strange cocks hard for me as they stare at my tits and pussy. I'm going to be completely naked," she hissed in his ear, "so they can see my wet cunt, just inches away, and I'm going the show them how hard my clit is." She licked his ear. "Then I'll show them my tight asshole, and touch it while they watch." She bit his earlobe, and turned back to the stage, wide-eyed. Tom's cock was hard in his pants. 

After a few more sets they left, and went to the hotel, checked in, and brought their bags and packages to the suite. They weren't in the room more than five minutes before they were kissing furiously, grappling at each others' bodies, pawing at each other in ferocious passion. Almost immediately he had her on the bed and was licking her wet pussy. Liz pulled his head into her cunt.

"Lick my wet cunt, Tom. All those men tomorrow will see where your tongue is right now! I'm so fucking wet thinking about showing myself off for you!"

Tom shifted, and climbed up over her, swinging his legs over her head in a sixty-nine, and lowering his hips to touch her lips. He raised himself up on his arms, and looked down at her, as she craned her neck to reach the tip of his dick, just out of her reach. "You want my hard cock in your mouth, you slut? You're going to show everyone what a hot, sexy slut I have for a wife?"

"Oh yeah, baby, they'll all know tomorrow, I'm going to make their cocks hard for me, they'll all want me they way you have me."

He lowered his hips, watching her mouth open, accepting his dick, sucking on it vigorously, swirling her tongue around the tip, and then Tom dove back into her shaved pussy, lapping up her juices, and sucking her clit. She squealed onto his cock, sucking harder, pumping her head up. Tom lowered his hips more as he licked her out; they were both going at each other frantically, exorcising the passion they had built up during the day. Liz began pushing her pelvis up into his face, and Tom enjoyed a suddenly wicked thought, and lowered his hips, and she took him further, still sucking, and made sounds that signaled her approaching orgasm. He attacked her clit, and reached behind her thigh to push two fingers into her wet hole. And he lowered his hips more, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth, pressing her head into the mattress. He reached with his other hand to wet a finger in her juices, and slipped it into her tight asshole, sucking her clit, feeling her bucking with her pending explosion. She writhed under him, grunting and straining, and as her orgasm gripped her, he dropped his hips lower, heard her gag, and then choke as his cock pushed past the back of her mouth, into her throat as she came, harder than he'd ever seen, her ass clamping on his finger, her juices gushing out of her, and then he pulled his dick out and she screamed in passion and release. The abuse of her mouth spurred his orgasm, and he came, shooting his load as she gobbled at his dangling cock head, sucking his come from him. He heard her crying out, slurping and sucking as he filled her mouth and covered her face.

Spent, he rolled off her, and she was on him immediately, driving her mouth down over his shaft, sucking him clean, keeping him hard. She licked his ball sack, then shoved her head below, pulling his legs up and tonguing his ass as she stroked his cock. She went at him like a woman possessed, licking and sucking and stroking, then she took his cock into her mouth again and slipped a finger into his ass, stroking his prostate. She pulled off his cock with a pop. 

"I want your cock in me, I want you to fuck my wet pussy," she hissed insistently. "I want my cunt filled with cock and cum, I want you to fuck that nasty slut hole I'm going to show off tomorrow. They're going to want to fuck me, to put their cock where yours is going." She lifted her leg over his body, and held his cock upright, and shoved herself down, taking his full length inside her in one stroke. "Oh, yeah, fuck my slut cunt, baby, fuck your slut good, give me the pounding I need!" She was shouting, her face glaring at him, urgent and needy and driven. She pounded herself down on him, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, groaning, then lifting to drop herself down. Tom pushed up as she came down, slamming into he with a bone-jarring impact, and she exhaled sharply.

"Ugh! Yeah! Fuck that cunt, baby, fuck it good! My pussy loves cock!" She bounced her hips up and down, and Tom met her on every stroke, slamming his hips up, wanting to hurt her, to shove his cock up into her chest, they way he had done to her mouth. He pulled her hips down onto him, watched her eyes open wide, and glaze, and her mouth opened and then she was cumming, crying out, shouting, and he felt her juices drench his balls; and still she bounced on him, still cumming, and the passion drove him to the brink, and hung there, and then pushed over and he felt his cum shooting into her, blasting her strong and hard, hips raised, elevating her on his cock, matching her cries as he filled her hungry cunt with his cream. 

He exhaled deeply, and his hips dropped, and his cock slipped out, but she stayed above him, legs open. He looked down to see his cream spilling out of her open hole, dripping onto his spent member. He looked at her to see her staring into his face, and then she pulled off him, and turned, and licked his cum off his cock, rubbing her face in it, slurping it off his flaccid meat. She pushed her face into his balls, smearing his cum all over her face, wallowing in it like a pig in slop. 

He stared at her, transfixed by her display of deviance, as close to disbelief as he had ever been. He wanted her hot, and horny, and wild. But this was so far past that. Her wanton behavior had kept him hard, gotten him to a second climax, but this was not a turn on. He watched her slobbering her face into his ball sack, and he was disgusted. And then she looked up at him; her expression almost feral, and he had a sudden memory of a vampire movie he'd once seen, when the feeding vampire is disturbed while feeding. But instead of the snarling growl of the vampire, Liz smiled proudly, drips of semen dangling from her nose and chin and eyebrows, flicking off her smeared face, and drooling from her mouth. 

"I love cum," she laughed. Tom didn't laugh back. He rolled over and settled into an uneasy sleep. 

The next morning he woke before her and jumped into the shower, turned way hot, trying to scrub the memory of the previous night away with the remnants of their lovemaking. He scorned the phrase then, knowing that the woman he saw last night was not the woman he fell in love with and married, and although she'd started out as the woman he wanted to fuck, she had ended as the third one, the one he despised, and now, was a little afraid of. Was this who she became for those two weeks away, he thought, and on her return trip? Once again, the concept of the manufactured response invaded his brain, and with it, the more insidious thought that the Organization didn't exist, that it was all a sham, perpetrated on him, to give her an excuse to have debauched sexual experiences outside their marriage, with his knowledge and unwitting permission. NO! he admonished himself, he would not believe that, it was too crazy, too much to grapple with, and his mental defenses shut the thought away, hiding it from his consciousness.




Fourteen Day Program Ch. 06



He promised himself to wait and see what this morning would bring, how she would act, which woman would spend the day with him. Every fantasy, he reminded himself, that's what they had promised. Beyond your wildest dreams. Surely last night she had surpassed his wildest dreams. He struggled to remember the woman he loved, the one he had married, for better or worse, but his emotional defenses buried her, protecting him from devastation and further injury. Don't be seduced, they whispered I his brain. She's not the one you loved, that one is gone. He shook his head under the hot spray, trying to clear his brain, chase the thoughts away, but they persisted. Protect yourself, they whispered, play her game, pretend you want her, but be wary.

And his heart hardened just a little more. Perhaps, he reasoned, the best I can hope for is to have the woman I desire, the horny one who fulfills my fantasies. He imagined her on stage, dancing, and his dick stirred. Yes, he still wanted to show her off, to see her dance for the crowd of strangers. The idea excited him, possessed him, where he would not have ever considered it a few months ago. He would take her shopping to the adult store, tease her all day, maybe have him suck his cock -- maybe someplace outdoors, where he could video it, if no one was around. 

He got out of the shower, and made his plans. 

After a light breakfast of polite conversation, he told her they would rest for a while, and then go shopping. "You'll need something to wear tonight," he told her, "I saw a few adult toy stores yesterday. I thought we could go look in there for something." Her eyes lit up. He added, "and maybe a toy while we're there." She nodded her agreement, and they drove up the strip.

They stopped in regular stores on the way; she bought vacation clothes, it was something she always did, a vacation ritual. Later they got got ice cream, and Liz chatted amiably. Tom responded in kind, wary of his answers, still uncertain of his feelings. He hadn't told her to not wear panties today, although she wore a skirt, and she clearly wore a bra under her blouse. He wasn't thinking about having her flash, not today; his mind was fixed on tonight, his wife on stage, stripping nude for strangers, and he enjoyed several erections as they shopped and drove. He had the video camera, but took only regular video of her, of the scenery. Occasionally he would lean into her, and remind her of what she would do tonight, and how hot she would look, and she would get that crinkle at her eyes and grin devilishly. 

After the last store, they returned to the car. It was past noon now, and he assumed the adult store would be open. He was half hard thinking of bringing her in there, selecting a costume, picking out a toy. He took her hand and rubbed it on his growing bulge.

"You see what you do to me?" he asked. "I've been walking around like this most of the morning." She grabbed at the solid bulk of his dick inside his shorts. "Let's go to the toy store now, and see what they have. Then you'll have to take care of this for me." 

"You got it," she smiled.

They drove up the strip, out past the strip club where the sign still advertised amateur night. They pulled into the lot of the adult store, and he was glad to see some clothes in the window. He hadn't spent a lot of time in these stores, but he knew Liz had never been in one, so he asked her if she was all right to go in. Habit made him want to protect her. But he suspected this was not his loving wife he was talking to anymore. 

"Sure," she said, "let's go."

There was a somewhat edgy character with a pierced nose and tattooed arms behind the counter who greeted them, and offered assistance. "No, just looking around," Tom said, then thought, and added, in an overly loud voice, "Actually, we're looking for a costume, something sexy and easy to remove." The man directed then to a back aisle, where they found an assortment of clothes and costumes. Liz immediately started digging through the racks and shelves, seeming to Tom as the same woman who shopped for vacation clothes earlier that day. He looked through some of the costumes, but most were complex things that, while fine for role play at home, would be obstructions when trying to remove them on stage. 

Between them they made a few selections, and showed them to each other, deciding the pros and cons. Tom liked a few, but Liz disagreed. After looking through them again, she offered an idea.

"I think," she considered thoughtfully, "that I might want to start out in easy-to-remove street clothes," she told him, "maybe give the impression of being timid and out of place, instead of dressing like a stripper."

"Interesting approach," Tom agreed. "You could act all shy, and then open up more."

"Yes, exactly what I was thinking. Not actually being shy, of course, but an overacted obvious shy, and the clothes would have to fit the part."

"You only have three songs," he reminded her, "you'd have to get un-shy quickly."

"Oh, I expect to be in my underwear by the end of the first song," she told him. "We might have to go to a regular store, find something easy to remove, but wife-ish. But I want to get some sexy stripper underwear here." She grinned. "That way, when the shy wife takes off her wife clothes, everyone knows she's a slutty stripper underneath!"

Tom had to admit he was astounded at how adeptly she grasped the showmanship aspect of her performance. The unvoiced thought in his head asked, how could she be so familiar? He didn't want to think about it. He strolled the shop as she poked through the selection of panty and bra sets, wandering near the toys. There was a wide array of dildos, and he remembered his promise to buy a toy. He glanced around the shop. There were only a few customers; all men, of course, most at the magazines and video rack. In his excited state, he had a sudden idea to see how playful she might be. He selected a dildo larger than any they had at home, and held it up and called to her over the aisle in an obviously too-loud voice.

"Hey, Liz," he beckoned, "check this out. Would this be big enough?" He was trying to embarrass her, knowing everyone could hear the question. Liz poked her head around the corner from the other end of the aisle, saw him and looked at the size of the artificial phallus. She smirked, and then unexpectedly answered him in a similar high volume.

"I don't think so, hon," and Tom glanced nervously around, seeing her voice attract the notice of the other patrons, and even the guy at the counter. "Maybe it would be okay in my ass, but I want something to really stretch my pussy. Do they have anything bigger? And a black one, they're my favorites." She gave him a satisfied smirk, and went back to her shopping leaving him dumbstruck and embarrassed, alone with a giant fake cock in his hand. He squashed the sudden urge to explain himself to the other patrons. Fine, he thought, she wants to be like that. He put it back and selected one longer, fatter and realistic black. It was heavy, with thick veins and a huge pink mushroom head. She wants to get stretched, this will do it, he reasoned, not thinking that she had only been better at the game he had started. He started to return to her, then stopped, and took the first one, too. He looked for her by the clothing, but she was gone, on her way to the counter. He followed, and met her there, standing across the counter from tattoo man.

"You folks find what you were looking for?"

"Yes, thanks," she replied easily, and placing her selections on the counter. Tom approached behind her, trying one more time to make her uneasy in this foreign environment. "I found what you wanted," he stated loudly, "A giant black one to stretch you like you said, but I got the other one too, for your ass." He smiled at the clerk, pleased with his clever antics.

She trumped him a second time. "Oo-o, yeah, double penetration for me!" She kissed him on the cheek. "You're so good to me! You know just what I like!" She pulled out her credit card and paid for their purchases. Tattoo guy gave him a grin as they left, but it was not two guys sharing a secret. It was one guy being amused at the other's situation, and Tom resented it, and his annoyance spread to the perceived cause as he followed his wife out of the store. 

They went to the car, and dropped their purchases inside, and Tom saw the camera. On an impulse, he grabbed it, took his wife by the hand and closed the car, looking around the parking lot. He spied a loading area behind the next building, and dragged his wife with him. They rounded the corner. They were hidden from the street, but there was no place to hide themselves if someone came back there. Perfect, he thought, and turned on the camera. 

"Take off your shirt," he told her, and she did, grinning, and remover her bra, too, without being told. He instructed her to fold it neatly, and kneel on it. She assumed her position, smiling in anticipation. He focused the camera on her exposed breasts, and told her to play with her nipples. As she pinched and pulled them, drawing them to full, hard points, he talked to her.

"So, you want to be double penetrated? You enjoy telling total strangers that you like having a big cock in your ass?" His dick was hard in his pants, even as his words fed his anger, the release of his hostile feeling opening a gate to his rage. "You want a giant black cock stretching your pussy while another one opens up your tight little ass?" His temperament was matching the boiling pressure in his cock and balls.

"Yeah, baby," she replied in a seductive, sultry tone, "I want to be a slut for two cocks, Filling my cunt and my ass at the same time. I want to feel so full as those big cocks split me open and fuck my slut holes." Tom reached down, opened his pants, and pulled out his hard cock. He stepped toward her. 

"Don't touch my dick," he told her, "keep playing with your tits. Open your mouth." 

She grinned. "Are you going to fuck my mouth?" She opened wide, her eyes still smiling.

He shoved his cock into her mouth, hard, filling her to the back of her mouth, his anger and horniness driving him. "You like that? You like having my cock in your mouth, fucking your pretty mouth like a cunt?" She nodded, looking up at him. He put a hand on her head, and tried to hold the camera still with the other, as he began stroking in and out, reaching the back of her mouth each time. "You like having your mouth full of cock, out here in the open where anyone can see what a slut you are? Are you thinking about getting your ass and pussy filled with cock as I fuck your face?" He heard the edge in his voice, felt the suppressed anger pouring out of him, straight from his wounded heart and ego, into his thrusting hips. He held her head still, pumping into her, then pulled out. 

"Say it," he told her, holding his cock head at her lips. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck my face like a slut cunt," she panted, lips wet and shining, staring into his face, her expression caught in the frame of the camera. Her words stroked his aggression. She pinched her nipples hard. "I want someone to see me, on my knees in an alley, getting my face fucked like a cum slut. I'm imagining a big, black cock splitting my wet cunt wide open, hurting me, while another big cock fucks my slut ass!" Her eyes were wide and wet, glistening in the camera, and her face was flushed with excitement. He felt his resentment take hold, remembered the previous night, when he had lowered his hips, driving himself past her comfort point. 

"You fucking slut," he snarled, and pushed forward, filling her mouth. "Open your shorts, put a hand in your pants and finger your slut pussy while I fuck your face!"

He pumped her mouth full of cock, hearing her gag as he hit her resistance point, and watched her hand snake into her pants, rubbing herself vigorously. The idea that she wanted two giant cocks infuriated him, and the way she was getting off on this situation pushed his anger. "You want two cocks fucking you? You want to be a slut hole for two strangers? You want your mouth fucked while you dream of getting doubled by hard cock?!" He raged at her, his voice loud in the quiet area, audible over the muffled street noise. He heard her moan, interrupted by his cock head tapping the back of her throat. He pushed harder, and she gagged, and coughed. He held her head still, pressed his cock harder, and then pulled back. Her eyes looked up at him, on fire, as a tear formed and slipped down her cheek. She breathed hard through her nose, her hand working furiously in her pants, the other tugging hard on her nipple which was distended and swollen. 

"You like this, don't you, you slut?" he head nodded slightly under his grip, and his rage took him, and he pushed his cock into her mouth without restraint, pushing past her closed throat, choking her, and he heard her gag and saw her eyes tear even as they burned hotter. He pushed his cock further into her throat, pressing his stomach all the way to her nose, before pulling back, and she gulped great breaths of air as her passageway cleared.

"Did you like that, slut? Say it! Tell me you want more!"

"Fuck my face!" she panted. There was snot bubbling at her nose, and streaks of tears striped her cheeks. "You know I want cocks in my pussy and ass, ripping me apart! And I want you to push your cock in my mouth, and fuck my slut face! Use me like a cunt! Fuck my slut mouth!" 

The camera forgotten now, he pushed back in, taking long full strokes into her mouth, pushing past her resistance with all the pent-up resentment from his suspicions and desire. He felt her throat resist, then give way, and heard her choking, and gagging, and panting her excitement as she took his cock into her throat. He fucked her slut mouth, and his rage shook him as his balls tightened, and he felt his cum begin to boil. He heard her gag, and saw her spasm as she swallowed her vomit, but still her eyes glared, excited, thrilled at the performance she was giving, and then his climax took him, and his anger mixed with his semen and he blasted his first hot volleys down her throat. She coughed, and spittle and semen sprayed out of her lips past his cock, and he pulled back slightly, filling her mouth with the next blasts, then pulled the rest of the way out, and dribbled the last of his angry, frustrated load onto her nose and lips and cheeks, mingling his seed with her tears. 

When he was done, he stood there, and suddenly remembered the camera, and focused it on her face. She was panting, deep, recovering breaths, her face flushed beneath the stains of his cum and her tears, her eyes hot and glowing with excitement. Her hand worked furiously in her shorts, and then she came, hard, crying out, pulling her nipple fiercely, and her dirty mouth called to him.

"I want cock!" she cried, "I want to be fucked by giant cocks in my pussy and my ass!" He filmed her shaking in her orgasm as she described her debauched desires. "My mouth is a cunt for you to fuck! I'm a slut, a filthy horny slut cunt!" And then she finished, and her hand stilled, rubbing lightly now, taking herself down from the edge, and the camera caught her as the breath went out of her, and her shoulders slumped, but still, the fire burned in her eyes, those devilish crinkles advertising her pleasure and desire.

Tom turned off the camera and put himself away. He was spent, and tired, and the shock of how he'd treated her gripped him. And she had had been thrilled at his loss of control, his abusive treatment! He was tormented by his actions, his feelings, and his residual hostility towards this woman, this slut who used to be the woman he loved, now smiling at him as she licked her pussy juice from her fingers.

"Get dressed," he said, "but don't clean your face. Leave it there, like your badge of honor." She grinned at him. Even this turned her on, the idea of publicly humiliating herself, walking around with his cum on her face. Her makeup was streaked from her tears, and she blinked them away as she stood and dressed, smiling. They went back to the car, and he told her to fix her makeup. "But leave the cum on your face, slut," he added with a derogatory intent. 

He glanced at her as they drove, as she repaired her eye makeup, leaving the drips of cum glistening and drying on her face. They would go to the clothing store, and select the right outfit for tonight. Something easy to remove, so she could show herself to strangers, naked, and hot and eager. This is what he wanted, he told himself. Isn't it?

At least now he was certain of which Liz was sitting next to him. And he hated her for replacing his wife.



Fourteen Day Program Ch. 07



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex, although if you've read this far you probably already know that. If you are offended by these activities, please pass over this story to something more suitable to your tastes. Reading the prior chapters is recommended. This story is not true, and the people are not real.

CHAPTER 7 - CONCLUSION

They spent the rest of the afternoon in silence, separately passing the time. At the hotel Liz worked on her timing, trying to make it look easy and natural to slip out of her clothes. Tom watched her as he pretended to watch television and napped, suspecting what she was thinking, and resenting her. At five he got into the shower and dressed, using the suite's guest bathroom as Liz prepared herself for her show. At six-thirty they headed for the club. 

By seven they were seated at a rear table, watching the girls dance, and drinking club soda. Tom stewed silently, watching his wife get excited by her upcoming contest, fidgeting in her seat. He imagined her nipples getting hard under her costume, her freshly shaved pussy dripping wet, leaking, awaiting its chance to be seen by all the men who were filling the club. Would they all want to fuck her? Would she want them to? He was pretty sure the answer was yes. 

Yesterday's confessions and the way she had reacted to his rough treatment of her had convinced him that she was not who she said she had become, not his willing wife who wanted only to please him and fulfill his every desire willingly. Oh, no, he reminded himself, she was so far past that. She had exposed herself as the woman he feared she was, a willing slut, not his slut but her own, eager for cocks and cum, and not just his. He remembered their conversation when she had answered the Organization's call to report for her weekend. She'd said she was made to want to go, and he found enough anger in him to share evenly between his despicable wife and the people who had made her this way. He bit his tongue and seethed. 

At a quarter to eight Liz stood, and kissed him, and with a smile, headed backstage to check in. Just before eight the DJ announced the Amateur contest would begin shortly, and the men crowded the stage, squeezing between the ones who had taken tables stageside earlier. It was pretty full, still leaving a decent smattering throughout the club. All these men would see his wife naked, prancing around for their attention. Yesterday this had been his plan, and he'd been excited when she'd agreed enthusiastically to do it. Now the edge had come off his thrill, and his resentment and bitterness mixed with his sexual anticipation. 

The first girl came onstage as the thumping music began, and she began dancing badly, walking awkwardly in platform shoes, missing the beat, and shaking her body in an exaggerated motion that did nothing for Tom, but excited the crowd. She untied her halter top too quickly, allowing her unclad boobs to flash from under the loose fabric. She grabbed at them under her shirt to the delight of the crowd, who began throwing money at her feet. She dropped the top before the song finished, and when the second one started she was slipping her shorts off, revealing a glittery thong. She crawled around the stage, shaking her ass unattractively, legs spread. She was all about the sex, not seduction, and Tom dismissed her. He found his attention drifting to the crowd of men, watching them watching her. He saw all different types, from business men to young college age kids, from well dressed to slobs, from groups to solo loners. Some looked like regulars, others like first-timers or occasional visitors. Many hooted and hollered obviously, others feigned indifference, while some pretended to be jaded and too cool for the room. 

The girl on stage had dropped from his sight behind the standing audience, probably lying on the floor, exposing her pussy for the crowd. Her third song ended and she stood, waving, scooping up her money and clothes. He did notice she had a pretty nice young ass as she exited, and his cock stirred a little. He had always looked at other women, admiring their bodies, and at times had flirted and felt attraction to some. But he'd never admitted desire for someone else while he was married, Liz had always been enough for him; she'd been the one he loved and wanted. Lost in thought, he watched the second girl take the stage. She was more practiced, more elegant and seductive as she moved around the crowded edges of the stage. He felt his stirring grow. Was this was Liz felt? Was this what she had opened herself to, to allow yourself to be attracted to someone else, to want them? 

The dancer was a slight brunette with small, plump tits and a lithe figure, and she moved with a sinewy grace for the crowd. Despite his anger he recognized his arousal, and wondered what she would be like in bed. Would she be responsive and giving? Cooperative and eager? Would she want loving caresses or hard, forceful fucking? For the first time since being married, he imagined sex with another woman, just sex, just for the fun, and not someone he was married to, his brain discounting the group events he'd had with Liz. The brunette bent over for the crowd and showed the thong between her bare ass cheeks, and the fantasies quickly turned from sensitive loving to debauched ass fucking, and his cock hardened, imagining driving himself into her tight ass, feeling her squirm and resist his anal penetration, crying out as he stretched her hole painfully, resisting, then accepting, then welcoming his cock. 

Was this was Liz experienced? Was this how she saw it now, thinking only of her own satisfaction, imagining cocks penetrating all her holes? Did she see other people only in sexual terms for her own satisfaction, as instruments of her pleasure, not real people, with real feelings, but just tongues and hands and cocks for her to enjoy? His own arousal shamed him, realizing that his behavior these past weeks had opened doors he had wanted closed, should have kept closed. Part of love and marriage, he told himself, is devotion to your partner, and denying the parts of you that would accept others out of selfish gratification. He felt those feelings now, watching this young thing on the stage stroking her bare cunt for the howling crowd, and felt his bile rise with his cock. His wife had removed her barriers, and with them, her regard for their marriage agreement. She had opened doors that should have stayed shut tight; accepting her arousal at physical pleasure regardless of the source, allowed herself to enjoy strangers taking what should have been his alone. She had betrayed their marriage, discarded his love in her desire for sex; wild, outrageous sex, and then she had dragged him through that open door, against his will, to leave him sitting here, lusting after the naked girl on stage, waiting to see his once-loving wife expose herself for this crowd of horny men. 

And worse, he thought, she had presented it as all for him, a gift to him, out of love for him. She had deceived and betrayed him and his love for her had soured and become a bitter gnawing pit in his stomach. He was torn by the conflict inside, his cock wanting this unknown naked girl on the stage even as he desired to have his old life back, to return to when his marriage was normal and his wife was not a wanton slut who begged for cock in her ass, and took his load on her face, smiling. 

And even as he thought of her she was suddenly there, on stage, creeping tentatively around the curtain, playing the shy, unassuming housewife she had planned. The crowd whooped for her, seeing a slightly older woman, dressed as someone who might live down the street, or a married woman they worked with. She slipped out onto the stage, acting coy, and she was instantly transformed into the hot thirty-something at the office that young men fantasized about. 

Because she WAS beautiful, and Tom's heart crashed through his protective defenses, and he longed for her as he always did, seeing her smiling face, her sparkling eyes, her familiar shapely body, now beginning to sway to the music, shedding her pretend reluctance to perform for these men. The illusion was perfect as she transformed herself before his eyes, changing from the Liz he had married to the Liz he had brought home from the Organization, a sexy, seductive and willing woman who accepted his desires and fulfilled them. Her hands caressed her clothed body, stroking herself, broadcasting her willingness and desires to a wild group of drunken men; in minutes giving them what she had once said was only for him. He stood to see better over the crowd as she worked her magic, shedding the blazer, and her hands slowly raised her skirt to expose the red panties she had bought at the adult shop. He saw now that they were crotchless, and the crowd cheered as her wet hairless pussy was flashed for a second. She twirled slowly, seducing the crowd, not dancing, and he longed for her, wanted her, and knew she was having the same effect on all of the men there. They all want to fuck her, he thought, to hear her beg for cock, they want to cum on her face, and fill her pussy and ass with their hot cum, and despite himself his cock hardened, knowing the pleasure she could give them, as she had given it to him. 

He watched her face, and her eyes crinkled as she smiled at the crowd, and peeled off her tee shirt, exposing the red bra she'd bought, and the crowd cheered again. Tom felt himself moving through the crowd, inching forward, drawn by the seduction his wife was performing. He watched her making eye contact with the various men, then reached to cup her breasts, squeezing hard, and then suddenly pulled the cups off her bra; they were removable and detached easily, leaving the red straps framing her beautiful breasts, her nipples hard and swollen with arousal. The crowd cheered again as she pinched her nipples, pulling them hard, her pleasure showing on her face. Money was being thrown on stage like a snowstorm, he saw, she was giving a great show, and true to her word, as the first song ended she dropped her skirt, unwrapping it with practiced ease, and discarding it on the pile with the rest of her garments. 

As the second song began she walked the edge, making eye contact with each man, licking her lips, winking, pulling her nipples or lightly stroking her finger between her wet pussy lips, showing swollen and wet from between the red strips of fabric. She had chosen well, he admired, the glaring red fabric looked great against her skin, and the strips of material perfectly framed her naked tits and pussy, leaving her completely exposed but better, an accented nudity that was more than naked, it was advertised. Halfway through the second song she centered herself on the stage, turned around, and bent down low, looking at the audience though straight, parted legs, and slipped a hand to her crotch, parting her pussy lips, showing her pink wetness to the cheers of the crowd. She made a show of sliding a single finger across her hole, slowly, then tapping her clit, before standing up and slipping the finger into her mouth as the crowd roared. Tom inched forward, squeezing himself into a group of younger men, well dressed and clean cut, who were enthusiastically cheering. As he inched closer, the second song ended, and Liz dropped to her knees and began crawling around the stage, her sweet ass cheeks moving up and down as she took a slow, seductive prowl around the crowd. 

Tom inched forward, accidentally bumping one of the young men, who turned to glare at him. 

"Sorry," he shouted over the music, "I wanted to see." On stage, Liz was sitting with her legs spread, showing her wet hole for the crowd's cheers.

"We all want to see, man," the young man grinned, "she's fucking hot, right?"

"She's my wife," he confessed loudly, and the guy's eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped open in gleeful shock.

"No fucking way!" he said, then got his friends' attention, and pointed to Tom, saying something Tom couldn't hear over the music. Onstage, Liz was grinning as she pulled back her pussy lips, exposing her hard clit with one finger, and tapping it lightly with another. The friends all turned to stare at him briefly, their eyes betraying their desire and jealously and wonder. They all want to fuck my wife, he thought. Their cocks are probably hard for her, and they desire her, just like I do. They returned their focus to the show, where Liz had gone to all fours, and reached behind herself to pull the string from her ass crack, exposing her crinkled hole, then spread her cheeks to give everyone a good view. Her asshole flexed and pulsed to the music as she worked her muscles, and one of the men leaned into Tom.

"Holy shit, that's really your wife? She's fucking hot as hell!"

Tom looked at him, and saw the desire in his face, recognizing it as the same feelings he had, and knowing that, given the chance, Liz would fuck this young man, simply because she could, because she wanted to, because she wanted his cock. He turned back to his wife without answering, and watched her index finger lightly caress her asshole to the delight of the crowd, then she made a come-here motion with the finger, and then pressed a little at her rosebud, stopping before it pressed in, pushing the rules without violating them. The song ended, and she rose to thunderous applause, blowing kisses to the crowd, scooping up her tips and clothes, and scooting off stage for the next dancer. 

"That was incredible, man" the young man told him, "hey, would she give us a private dance, you know, like a lap dance?"

Tom turned to him slowly, and felt himself answering, slightly disembodied and apart from himself. "No," he said unemotionally, "it's not allowed."

"Come on, we have the money, how much is a dance?"

Tom shook himself, and turned to the young man, as if suddenly waking from a trance. "The club doesn't allow the contestants to do lap dances or private dances," he shouted as the music started again. 

"Too bad, man." The guy grinned. "She's hot! You're a lucky man!"

Tom smiled politely, then turned and made his way back through the crowd, silently telling himself that the young man had no idea what Tom's luck really felt like. He sat, remembering the show, feeling his desire for Liz, angry at himself for wanting her to do this thing, and resenting her willingness, and her ability to do it so well. Lucky, he thought, I am so fortunate to have a wife who played with her pussy in front of all these men, to give them a view of her herself that should be his alone. He sat, alone in his thoughts, wallowing in his self-pity, resenting her, and denying his own participation in what she had become. He recalled the beckoning finger, inviting the crowd of hard cocks to her ass, terrified that she might really mean it, that she really wanted all those cocks to fuck her, that the idea made her wet and wanting and aroused. Images of her at the Organization, getting fucked over and over by strangers, loving it, changed suddenly to an image of her being taken by this crowd, men swarming the stage, fucking her in all her holes, over and over, and her, his once wonderful sweet wife, taking it, loving it, begging for more. 

He shuddered. His cock was hard. And then she was next to him, dressed and grabbing his arm, leaning in to kiss his cheek, and talking in his ear. 

"Did you see? Was I good? The audience was incredible, my God, I felt so sexy up there, so desired," she gushed, and he turned to her, blankly looking into her face, her beautiful, excited flushed face, and he smiled against his will. His eyes saw her, but his brain saw her on stage, being taken over and over. Cum in her mouth, on her face. 

"You were incredible," he said, and realized he meant it. She really was good, and had wowed the crowd. "I think you have a good chance of winning," he admitted. 

"You think so?" she beamed.

"Definitely," he confirmed, "they loved you." They'd love to fuck you, his brain whispered, adding, "Some young guys wanted a private dance, but I had to tell them the club wouldn't allow it."

"Too bad," she replied, and smiled devilishly.

"Yeah, that's what they said," he answered, and an idea planted itself in his mind, and took root, and began to grow.

"I was thinking of you," she said, leaning into his ear to be heard over the music as the show continued. "I was so wet, thinking of you watching me, seeing me get all those cocks hard, seeing the looks on their faces." He felt her breath, and then her tongue flicking his earlobe. "I saw you watching. Did you like it? Did it turn you on to see those men wanting me, seeing my touch my wet cunt for them?"

He turned to her, seeing her as both his wife and a complete stranger, knowing her, and having no idea who she was at once. He nodded silently, and pretended to focus on the show. They watched the rest of the contest in silence, but he occasionally glanced at her, seeing the flush of her excitement remain, her fidgeting continue, imagining her wet pussy, leaking excitement between her legs, her hard clit swollen with unfulfilled desire. 

At nine-thirty they called the contestants backstage to prepare for the judging, and Liz got up, kissed him, and said, "Wish me luck," and was gone. 

"Good luck," he told her departing form as she made her way through the crowd, drawing admiring looks and longing expressions. He watched her until she disappeared into the backstage entrance, then took his club soda and stood, searching the crowd, and making his way to the tables near the stage. He found the young man he'd spoken to earlier, when Liz was dancing. He sat with two friends, a table away from the stage, with an empty chair next to him. The young man looked up as he approached.

"Dude!" he cried, grinning, and turning to his friends. "Guys, this is that guy, the one married to the hottie!" The others greeted him, and shook his hand, congratulating him, telling him she was sure to win, although one guy thought the young blonde that followed her would win the crowd.

"Well," the young man told him, "Your wife has my vote, for sure. Sit," he offered, and Tom took the seat and introduced himself dispassionately. "I'm Randy, that's Josh and Paul," he indicated. "Marty's in the men's room."

Four of them, he thought, not caring to remember their faces or names. As the DJ brought all the contestants out on stage, Randy stood and applauded loudly. Tom stayed seated, seeing Liz come out with the other girls, all younger than her, but none, in his eyes, hotter. Randy sat back down as the DJ announced the judging, and Tom leaned into him.

"Are you still interested in a private dance?" he asked him.

Randy turned to him, incredulous. "Hell yeah, but you said-"

"Not here, keep your voice down." Tom said. He waited for applause for the first girl to die down, then said, "After the contest we'll leave. Watch for me. Wait fifteen minutes then come to our hotel." He gave Randy the name and room number. "Stop and pick up some booze on the way. A hundred each, and you'll get a great show." Beyond your wildest dreams, he added to himself. Applause for the second girl was louder, and he looked up to see Liz step forward as she was announced, and her hand lifted her skirt, exposing her pussy lips, smiling seductively as the crowd rose to its feet, applauding and cheering. She looked good, and he thought she should win, but felt unable to muster the enthusiasm to cheer for her. Randy sat back down.

"Are you serious, man? I mean-"

"You and your three friends, a hundred each, private show, you won't be disappointed." He looked at Randy's face, saw the eagerness in his eyes. "Are we good?"

"We're good."

"Tell your friends after I leave the table. I'll see you later." He stood just as the fourth young man returned, and Tom returned to his table. 




Fourteen Day Program Ch. 07



He watched the rest of the voting, and Liz took second place, first going to the young girl who Randy's friend had guessed, who was, in Tom's estimation, not as hot as his wife. He waited at the table for her to return. She was flushed with excitement, almost giddy. She opened her purse, stuffed with bills from her prize money and tips, and went on and on about how excited she was, how thrilling it was to have all those men appreciate her. The regular dancers were on stage now, and Tom waited until Liz finished crowing about her adventure. He turned to her, leaned into her ear.

"Let's go," he said. She turned to him, and made a pouty face. 

"Really?"

"Let's go. There's something I want to do back at the hotel." Her eyes lit up, and she grinned.

"Yeah, let's go!" she chirped, and collected her things, and they made their way through the crowd for the door. Over his shoulder Tom glanced back at Randy, who gave him a nod. Good, he thought, they're all in. At the door the bouncer congratulated her, giving her the once over, as if seeing her dressed was hotter than seeing her spread her pussy on stage. He gave Tom a polite smile, and Tom returned it.

As he pulled out into the street to return to the hotel, he said, not looking at her, "That was a great show, Liz. You practically outdid yourself."

She glowed under his praise. "Well, thank you, Tom. I have to admit it was so exciting and dangerous, seeing the look in their faces as they stared at me." She giggled. "I bet they all had hard cocks when I was done! What do you think?" Her voice lowered, adding, "Do you think all those men were hard for me? Were you hard for me, too?"

"I can't speak for the audience," he told her, "but yes, you made my dick hard."

"Nice," she said, adding, "and thank you for giving me the opportunity to try it."

"Well, you're going to have one more opportunity."

"You want a private show, just for you?"

He turned to her, and grinned. "Close. It'll be a private show, but not for me." She looked intrigued. "A guy wanted a private dance, and I had to tell him the club wouldn't allow it. So I offered him and his friends a private show, at our hotel." He was pulling into the lot now, killed the engine and turned to her. "I want you to give them a special show, for the four of them, without any of the club rules." He heard her intake of breath, saw the look on her face, that look that had once excited him, but now filled him with dread. "I want you to give them a really hot, nasty show, and make their dicks hard for you. They're really hot for you already, but I want to see how hot you can make them."

"No club rules?" she asked. "So I can finger myself?"

"Yes." He said, and exited the car. As he walked to the hotel she sidled up to him, took his arm. 

"There was no touching at the club," she said, tugging his arm into her chest. "What if one of them touches me?"

He kept walking, through the lobby, to the elevator. "You give them a good show," he told her, not looking at her. 

In the room, she went to the bathroom, and Tom rearranged the furniture to create a space in the suite for Liz to perform. He arranged chairs for the men, and one for himself, off to the side, and prepared his video camera, glancing nervously at his watch. He slipped out and filled the ice bucket, and unwrapped the hotel glasses. When Liz came out, she looked divine, and his heart caved in, lost in the vision of her, and the memory of who she once was to him. Her makeup was perfect, and she started removing her jewelry, taking off the necklace and bracelet, then tugging at her rings.

"Leave them on," he told her. "I want to see your wedding ring as you perform tonight. She smiled at him, and deposited her other jewelry in the bedroom, hidden in one of her jackets, no doubt, the way she did at home. He watched her pace the room, nervous and excited, as he found a music channel on the television. He had just settled on one when there was a knock at the door. He looked at Liz, who shifted her feet in anticipation. 

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," she grinned. "Are YOU ready?" 

"Let's do this thing," he replied, and turned to get the door. He opened it to see Randy in front of his friends, and stepped aside as they entered. Randy let his friends pass, and slipped Tom a handful of bills, which he stuffed into his pocket. He turned to see Liz greeting the young men, introducing himself, calling them by their names. Other than Randy, he referred to them in his head as Tall, Blonde and Big; based on how they looked. They made some drinks, and tried to make small talk, which Liz jumped right into, but Tom avoided. He slipped to the camera and turned it on. 

"Gentlemen," he announced, "please take your drink and have a seat, the show is about to begin." 

The four young men scrambled to seats facing the impromptu dance area Tom had created, and he used the remote to raise the volume of the music. Liz put down the water she was drinking, and began to sway just slightly, looking into the faces of each one of them in turn, smiling. She turned to Tom.

"Tom, could you lower the music a little. I want to be able to talk to them." Tom dutifully lowered the volume, leaving a hint of beat at the audible range. He watched Liz as she swayed her hips in front of each man, just a foot away from their knees, keeping eye contact, stroking her hands up her sides, through her hair, down her neck, or across her stomach. As she gave each one an intimate, fully dressed preview, she asked them if they enjoyed her performance. Once done with each of them, she stepped back so they could all see, and swayed lightly, removing her blazer as she spoke.

"You know, boys," she said to them from under lidded eyes, "the earlier show was exciting, and I'm thrilled you liked it," she said in a loud, hoarse whisper. "But I was trying to win a contest then, so the show went a certain way, and did certain things." She threw the jacket casually into the corner, and stood with her hands on her hip. "But this is a different show, and I think it should go a different way." She dropped her hands to the hem of her skirt and lifted, showing her shaved pussy, and stepping her legs apart and reaching between them with one hand. "I got all excited dancing at the club," she told them, "could you see that my pussy was wet when I was dancing?" He fingers played lightly at her lips, smearing her wetness as they stared and encouraged her.

"I saw your wet pussy," Blonde piped up, and she turned to him, and stepped between his legs, and put one foot onto the edge of his chair, just at his balls. She swung her knee to the side, exposing herself, and returned her hand to her pussy. 

"Did you like seeing my wet pussy? Did you want to watch me do this?" And she slipped two fingers inside herself, digging, pushing, pressing them hard into her like a cock, then fucking them in and out, before slipping them out, glistening and fresh, and bringing them to her mouth to suck clean. She popped them out of her mouth with smack, and pressed them to Blonde's lips. Liz turned to the group.

"You know, at the club, there was lots of applause to let me know when the show was good. This is a little more personal, and your friend got it right." She swayed slightly, hips shifting not to the music, but to some other pulse, another beat. "Talk to me, tell me what you like, what you want."

"I want to see that beautiful ass," Randy called, and she slinked to him, looked him in the eyes, and turned, lifting her skirt to the bottom of her cheeks. Then she repeated her onstage move, legs apart and stiff, bent at the waist, and looked up at Randy from between her spread legs and flipped her skirt off her cheeks, only inches from his face. Tom thought the young man would be able to feel the heat rising from those perfect fleshy mounds, heating his face like an open oven door. "Wow, that's incredible. It was beautiful before, but now it's fucking unbelievable!" Tom saw her hand creep up her thigh, stroke lightly across her cheek, and hook the thong string under a finger. Everyone stared as her hand pulled the string from her crack, exposing her starfish. She clenched, and it winked at the room. The four men erupted in cheers, and Liz stood, and turned, blew each one a kiss. 

The guys got into it then, asking to see her tits, or her pussy, and she took off clothes to grant their wishes, becoming obviously so much more than a private dance; in fact there was very little dancing at all. Liz showed her tits, took of the bra completely this time, and finally discarded the crotchless g-string, leaving her naked in front of them. Their requests started to become bolder then, asking her to play with her nipples, or finger herself, which she did to the delight of her audience. 

The one Tom knew as Big asked to see her ass again, and she turned and got down on all fours, spreading her cheeks, exposing her tiny rear hole. Her fingers stroked her pussy from beneath, then her other hand caressed her butt hole, drawing approval and lewd comments. She turned to look at them over her shoulder, and made a show of sucking her finger, then returning it to her ass, slipping the wet fingertip inside, and waiting for them to encourage her before pushing it all the way in, until her knuckle was pressed into her ass cheek. They cheered her antics, and then nearly fell off their chairs as she returned the finger to her mouth.

Blonde, who had started it all, asked for a lap dance then, and Liz got up, strode to him confidently, and straddled his legs, exposing her pussy to him, right in front of his face, before setting into his lap and grinding on his crotch with her bare, wet cunt. Blonde held her hips and she leaned on his shoulders, caressing his chest, rubbing him slowly up and down, practically fucking him through his pants. Her tits rubbed on his chest as she rose, almost reaching his face, then sliding back down as she stroked herself against his body.

From his seat on the side Tom zoomed the camera on her, watching as the young man took advantages that would not be permitted in a club, stroking her arms, her hips, rubbing her thighs, He filmed Liz's face, seeing it change from delighted performer to active participant in the act. She was getting off on humping this guy. The look on her face was the one he had come to know, the one that signaled her craven desires, and it didn't fail to excite him now, despite the setting. Tall, who had been quiet until now, asked for a lap dance next, and Liz kissed Blonde's forehead and stepped away, moving over to Tall, who sat between Big and Randy. 

This time she turned her back, and pressed her ass against him, leaning her back into him, her head leaning back on his shoulder. She began grinding his bulging pants with her butt, wriggling, her hands on her knees. Tom watched as Tall held her upper arms, stroking them, then reaching around her to her stomach, rubbing her bare skin. And then he made a move, and slid his hands to her breasts. Tom watched, and waited, and then her hands covered his, but instead of removing them, she caressed her own tits with his large hands, guiding his strokes, as the others went wild. Liz leaned forward, holding Tall's hands to her chest, and Tom felt his cock harden to full staff.

Then Liz almost slipped off Tall's lap; he had extended his legs, stretching his body out to full length, and Liz caught herself, and giggled. Tom looked at her, saw her face, and saw the devilish grin of passion there. 

"I need to steady myself," she announced, and looked to either side seductively. "I need something to hold on to." And she reached out her arms and grabbed the obvious bulges of Randy and Big, clutching their hard cocks through their pants as she resumed her butt grinding on Tall. 

Tom felt his erection waver, and begin to shrink. This was what he knew would happen, what he had planned to happen, but still, seeing it happen was disheartening and painful. She was a slut, and she wanted cocks, and she didn't care that they weren't his. And as he watched, he realized that it wasn't quite accurate that she didn't care that it wasn't his. She DID care. She WANTED other cocks, and she wanted them badly. His erection was gone.

In an instant, it seemed, Blonde was out of his seat, and standing in front of Liz with his pants open and his cock out, and she never hesitated, she just leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth, still sitting on Tall's lap and grabbing the hard meat in the pants on either side. But that lasted only a minute; as she began bobbing her head she let go of the other two, and slid her ass down Tall's extended legs, and landed on her knees in front of Blonde, sucking his cock sloppily, both hand wrapped at the base, stroking him as she bobbed her head. Blonde groaned.

"Oh, yeah, you sexy cunt, suck my cock!" he shouted, and the guys howled, and began loosening their pants, and removing their shirts behind Liz's back, giggling and high-fiving each other. Tom watched Liz look up at Blonde as she sucked, her mouth stretched wide around his hard meat. He saw her tongue slip out, underneath, licking the base of his shaft as he pushed into her mouth. She was moaning, and her eyes danced and shone as she pulled his cock out, and licked the shaft from the base to the tip, then took the head back in her mouth, released her hands from his cock, and pushed his pants down, giving him a chance to step out of them. She looked up at him, sucking his cock head, with a look that Tom had once thought she gave only to him. And then, to the delight of the gathering, she lifted his cock and swiped her tongue up his hairy ball sack, lifting his balls, pressing in with her tongue, before sucking one hairy globe and then the other into her sweet mouth, moaning with her efforts.

Her moans increased then, as Tall leaned down and slipped a hand below her ass, and Tom could only think that he was fingering his wife's pussy. If he had still loved her, he could have stood up, and stopped it, right there, and he considered doing just that. But he didn't. He knew she wouldn't either. Because that wasn't the woman he loved and married, on her knees in front of this blonde guy, sucking his cock while another man fingered her wet cunt. No, she still wore the ring, he had made her keep it on, but this wasn't the woman he married. This wasn't even the hot, sexy woman, the second Liz, the one who had fulfilled his fantasies. This was the third Liz, the evil, betraying, corrupted Liz, the Liz who liked going back to the Organization for debauched sex with strangers. 

Blonde was close to cumming, and signaled Liz, but she kept sucking, pausing only to turn him sideways so the other three could watch, and now he was calling out, closer, and she pulled her mouth off him, stroking him, looking into his face.

"Come on, baby, give me that cum, come on, fucking shoot your sweet hot cum in my mouth, in my face! Give it to me!"

And then he exploded, and Liz's mouth dropped open, tongue flat and extended, as Blonde's hard cock shot several large blasts across her face and in her mouth, and then she pulled her face closer, rubbing his cockhead across her nose and cheeks and lips as the rest of his ejaculate spilled from his member, coating her beautiful face. Blonde pulled back, and Liz turned to the others, who were all sitting, naked and hard. Cum dripped from her face and she smiled at them, and licked her lips.

Tall got right up and in two steps was shoving his dick in Liz's face. He tapped it on her forehead, and she craned her neck up, mouth open like a baby bird. Tall finally dropped it to her cheek, smearing it in Blonde's cum before Liz sat up on her knees and captured it, sucking the slimy residue off with a smirk. But her smile was short lived as Tall grabbed her hair at the temples and pulled her face onto his cock, making her gag as her eyes popped wide. She coughed spit out around his shaft, thick slimy strings that hung between his balls and her chin, down to her tits. She pulled back and looked up at him, and licked him from his balls to the top of his shaft.

"Yeah, baby," he called to his friends, "rough style! She likes it! Come on, baby, open up that hot mouth!" And as Tom watched she opened and held still as Tall began fucking her face, stroking his cock into her in short pulses, then holding her head as he drove in, pushing against the back of her mouth, then pulling out. Each time her mouth emptied she licked him and moaned. Her eyes were on fire, glistening bright coals of passion in her flushed and heated face. Now he pushed in, drove deeper, telling her "Take it! Swallow it!" and pushed himself in, stalling, and the pressing his belly to her nose. Tom saw her throat bulge with the mass filling her, and his stomach turned. As much as he despised this woman for replacing his wife, he was disgusted, and tried to feel sadness and pity for how she was acting, but the emotions eluded him.

The thought flashed through his mind that if he stood, now, he could stop this, put an end to her voluntary abuse, this awful play he had subjected her and him to endure. But he remained seated, unwilling to halt it, wanting in some dark corner that owned him to see it played out. He would have protected his wife with his life, but despite all the pleasure and excitement this woman had offered him recently, that he had willingly enjoyed, he owed her nothing. She wants it, he told himself, she likes it. 

Tom looked at the other three men, Randy standing now, the other two sitting. Randy and Blonde were watching the action, but Big was looking at him with a scrutinizing glare. A wave of paranoia swept through him suddenly as he thought that Big might be a member of the Organization, checking on him. He quelled it with difficulty, his twisted, damaged brain reluctant to let the thought go. But Big turned his gaze back to the action in front of him, even as Randy went for another drink, his hard cock bobbing as he walked.

His thoughts were distracted as Tall let out a groan and shot his load into Liz's open mouth, her tongue extended and flat, catching his jets as they spurted in and around her lips. She held her mouth open until he finished, then swallowed the slimy treat and smiled, and dropped to all fours. 

"Fuck, that was incredible. She loves cock," he said to his friends, then turned to Liz. He gripped her face tightly between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing her cheeks. "You do, don't you! You fucking love cock, don't you, slut?" He released her face with a push, and Liz's expression was that fearsome, feral look he'd seen yesterday. 

"You fucking know it," she hissed. "I want all of you, in all of my holes!"

Randy put his drink down and stepped up, and reaching to her chest grabbed her nipples, pinching hard, and pulling them up, almost lifting her. She cried out in pain, rising up on her knees, and still he pulled, and she struggled to her feet before he released her. 

"Oh, fuck yeah, I love that!" she told him. She grabbed at his cock, and moved toward him, lifting her leg, and aiming him at her glistening wet pussy. "Come on, baby, fuck me good with that cock! Give it to me hard!" Tom watched as the shaft disappeared inside her, and she moaned as she was filled. "Oh-hhh," she sighed, feeling her cunt filled with strange cock. Randy began pumping into her, and Liz met him push for push, driving his cock deep into her waiting hole on each thrust, and she grunted with each penetration. Then Randy pushed her away, and told her to get on all fours. Tom watched as Liz dutifully dropped to her hands and knees, facing him, and he pushed his wet cock into her mouth. Big got up and went around the back as Liz sucked her pussy juice from Randy's cock. 

In a flash Big was inside her, and he saw what was once his wife being spit roasted. And yet he could find no emotion for her, and no excitement in watching the filthy display. The two men pumped at each end, then signaled each other and switched, trading holes, commenting at how eager she was to suck her pussy from their cocks, and how wet her slutty cunt was. 




Fourteen Day Program Ch. 07



Tom thought that this might be the best moment to close out his plan, and he stood, slowly, leaving the camera to film the action. It took a few moments before everyone noticed he was standing, and the action sputtered, and slowed, and then stopped. Liz was the last one to notice, not seeing him until the thrusting stopped. 

"Easy, fellas, no trouble. I just need a word with her," he said quietly, and approached Liz tentatively, trying not to make any move that would appear sudden or threatening. He squatted down at her side and put a hand on her shoulder, and looked up at Randy and Big. "Go ahead, you don't have to stop on my account. Give her what she wants," he said in an even tone, and they each made a 'what the fuck' face, and resumed pumping their cocks in her mouth and pussy. He leaned into Liz's ear. She tried to turn her head, but he pushed her back towards the cock in her mouth. 

"Don't talk, just listen," he whispered, so that only she could hear. "I know this is what you want, it's who you are," he began softly. "I've suspected for a while. You know I'm making a video of this," he continued, and she groaned around the cock in her mouth. Amazing, he thought, that excites her. "But understand something, whoever you are. You used to be Liz Raines, and I loved you. You told me that you did all this for me, but I stopped believing that a while ago, and then I stopped loving you. But let me tell you what's going to happen." He pulled in close to her ear, and continued, even as the two men switched ends again. He was monetarily distracted but the sight of a wet, slimy pussy-soaked cock shoving into her mouth, deeply, making her gag, and hearing her grunt as she took it eagerly, accepting it past her mouth, into her throat. He waited until she stopped gagging to continue. 

"Keep sucking and fucking these boys, give them the ride of their life," he whispered, more harshly now. "Fuck them till their dicks fall off if you want, have fun. But soon I will get up and leave. I'm going home. You can find your own way home, hell, you can fuck your way home if you want, I don't care." His voice, still low, began taking on a harsher tone as bitterness crept in. "But three things will have happened when you get there. First. Your stuff will be on the lawn. Second, your key won't work, I'll have the locks changed. And third, I'm putting this video and all my other videos on the internet so the whole world can see what a filthy, vile, cock-hungry slut you are, and I'll add a description of the Organization to every one of them." His face was heated as he finished, and he felt his voice waver. Don't cry, he commanded himself, but old habit died hard, and talking to this woman like this, this imposter who so resembled his wife, stirred old memories and feelings he couldn't disown. He felt himself trembling, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself, and continued.

"Once I loved you. I thought you loved me. Now I have no idea. But I know that I never want to see you again." He sat back on his heels, and watched as she continued sucking, and had to turn his head as Big unloaded in her mouth, and she came, orgasming right there in front of him, swallowing another man's cum as after hearing he was leaving her.

He stood and returned to his seat, looking at his feet. When he looked up, she was straddling Randy, and Tall was back at her mouth, and Blonde, hard again, was shoving his finger into her ass, preparing her for his cock. He stared, but felt nothing. He was empty. 

He took a few breaths, and then stood, but no one watched as he made his way to the bedroom and packed his stuff into his suitcase and overnight bag. He left her things. He left the toys. He saw the lube, picked it up, wondered if she needed it, and heard her cry out in pain and delight. He put it back down. When he came back out she was getting fucked in all her holes, screaming around the cock in her mouth, and cumming. Tom went to the door and let himself out.

He felt nothing as he made his way to the lobby, got the car, not forgetting to tip the valet. Having your life destroyed is no reason for bad manners, he thought as he slipped behind the wheel. But by the time he reached the road, his vision was blurry, and the tears came, stinging his eyes as he headed for the highway, alone in the dark.

Once begun they flowed at will, and he cried out loud as he drove, mourning the loss of his wife, his life, his happiness, but tears of sadness and self-pity soon became tears of disillusionment and anger, as his thoughts began to turn to the source of his dismay. And as his anger grew his tears subsided, and he was soon sniffling and fighting his sobs back, and stiffening his spine. No time for that, he told himself, the clock is ticking, and the Organization has the advantage over me. He knew that if he had any hope of resolving this, of getting them back for what they had done, he would need to be both quick and in control of his emotions. 

His imagination took hold; ran wild, really, and he had visions of appearing at the Organization compound, pushing his way inside. But then what? In his mental image he brandished a weapon, killed everyone, but what then? Police? Arrest? Newspapers and a jury trial? Life in prison? No, anger would not serve him well now; this was the time for thoughtful action, careful steps, and striking them where they could not defend.

His first steps would be posting the videos, adding commentary about the Organization, describing what they do, how they accomplish it. That would attract their attention to him, he knew, but it would also distract them, forcing them to focus on getting the videos taken down. He hoped it would buy him some time, because in addition to their implied resources, he knew they had one distinct advantage over him.

They knew where to find him. So he had to level that field, and fast. 

He was not a techno geek, so unusual tracking electronics were not for him, not in this short time he had. In all the books and movies the victim always has someone he knows and can trust enforcement. He had no such connections. No cops, no brother in the FBI, not even a family lawyer. Could he go to the police? And tell them what, he thought. Oh, officer, these men, they took my wife and they made her do all sorts of evil nasty sexual things. Against her will? Well, no, she went to them, actually. And they raped her? Well, actually, no, she did those things willingly. Actually, truth be told, she liked them, and later did them with me, too. Well, Mr. Raines, just because your wife is a slut ...

No. The police would be no help. He would have to find them on his own. And that meant tracking Liz, or following her to them. She would come home to get her stuff, he knew, but then she would go to them or to Darla first, that seductive conniving bitch who had led Liz to the Organization in the first place. She pretended to be our friend, that cunt, and now his marriage was in shreds because of her. Yes, Liz would go either to Darla or directly to them, and Tom would follow. Maybe he could visit one of those spy stores, he thought, where they sell surveillance equipment. He could find one on the internet, maybe get a tracking device, hide it in Liz's things, and use it to determine their location. Just in case they spotted him, or they did one of those car switches, like when Darla brought him there. That bitch, he thought, I'll get her, too. 

It wasn't a full plan, not yet, plenty of details to work on, but once he knew where to find them, he could strike at the only weak spot he could see. Maybe they weren't as all-powerful and far-reaching as they claimed, but they did have vulnerability, and he could exploit that to his advantage. They were a secret, and they wanted, above all, to STAY a secret. And if he could find them, and expose them, then their privacy and anonymity would be destroyed. 

He controlled his urges at elation, and spent the rest of the drive going through his steps, trying to see the holes in his plan, adjusting, compensating, then running it back through his head. He would have to move fast, no time for mess-ups and second chances. Maybe their implied threats were a bluff, he thought, maybe they couldn't touch me once they were exposed to the light of day. Risky, he thought, better to assume they were very powerful and act quickly, remove their advantage, before re-assessing their ability to strike back. And so he went through the plan again, making small adjustments, covering his tracks. He was still reviewing it to himself as he pulled into the driveway of his darkened house.

His house, now. No longer the happy home he had shared with his wife. He sat, staring at the structure, wondering how his life would change. What would he say at work? Dumb short lies would be best. Oh, we're going through a rough patch, so we separated, you know. Yeah, I think she's staying with friends. He smiled wanly. The best lies were mostly true. She WOULD stay with friends, no doubt; Darla and that fucking Organization. 

But what about his family? What would he tell his parents about his storybook marriage to such a wonderful woman? And what about his kid sister, Jillian? Jill was going through a divorce now, a really bad one. She was only twenty-five, and she was devastated, taking it really hard. Liz had stepped in for her, took her under her wing like the older sister Jill never had, cried with her, supported her, listened to her. Her divorce would be final soon, couple of months, Tom reasoned. He could fill in. He'd call her, he promised himself, as soon as this other business was settled. He heaved a sigh and dragged himself out of the car. The trip and the mental and emotional warfare had exhausted him, he realized, but he dragged his bags into the house. He couldn't afford to rest. He re-ran the plan thought his head again as he trudged up the walk, and was still thinking of his revenge when he opened the door. 

As quickly as he dropped the bags hands were on him, and there was a brief struggle before he felt his mouth and nose covered, and a strong smell filled his nose, and his lungs, and his vision began to close down from the outside. In the dim light, as he slipped from consciousness he saw Darla, she was speaking. 

"Sorry, Tom. You'll see. It's better this way." Her words floated to him, but he could no longer be sure she was really there, wasn't sure of anything; he felt unsteady on his feet and he fought for consciousness, but began slipping away, and his world receded into darkness. And as he slipped into the abyss her words followed him, echoing in his brain.

"It's better this way."

"It's better this way."

**

Light.

Hazy light, and shadows. Then shapes, out of focus, and then pain as he tried to focus. His head pounded, and his mouth tasted like dried roadkill. He took a breath, closed his eyes, and forced himself to breathe deeply, full, cleansing breaths, trying to calm the pounding. When he reopened his eyes, the pain was lessened, and his vision was clearer. He scrubbed them with the heel of his hands. Looked again. 

He was lying on a bed, in a small room, empty but for the bed and a table with three chairs; on the table were a water pitcher and a plastic cup. There were two doors, at opposite ends, and a series of windows, high on one wall, the source of the muted light. Wood paneling halfway up the wall. A flatscreen mounted on one wall, and in the corner, a red light blinked from a box in a high corner. Not his room, but strangely familiar. He tried to remember falling asleep, and couldn't. Rolling to his side, he raised himself too quickly, and dizziness struck him, his vision clouding in from the edges. He moved more slowly, swung his legs carefully off the bed and sat up.

The far door opened, and a young man stepped in. He was casually dressed in khakis and a polo shirt that broadcast his fitness. He did not move past the doorway.

"Good, you're awake. Have some water, you're probably dehydrated."

"Where am I" he asked. 

"That's not for me to say. I'll let them know you're up. That's the bathroom. There's a shower, and a change of clothes. When you're done, I'll bring some food, you need to eat."

And then it hit him, like a freight train, the paneling, the table and chairs, the closed doors. He was at the Organization. And then he remembered, driving home, his plans, a hand grabbing him, and Darla. That fucking bitch Darla. As he thought of her he felt a sharp pain in his temple, and winced. Fucking bitch, he thought, I'll kill her, and the pain intensified, and he rested his head in his hands, gasping, and calmed his breathing. Fighting the pain, he lifted his head, surveyed the room. The young man blocked the door, watching him. He glanced at the windows.

"Don't," the man said. "For starters, in your condition, you'd probably not make the windowsill. But even if you did, you wouldn't get a hundred feet before you collapsed. Drink the water, and take a shower. When you've eaten, you'll start to feel better." He stepped back, and Tom heard the door lock after it closed.

Those fucks, he thought, they were in my fucking house! He felt the pain begin again, and rubbed his temples, trying to dispel it, to no avail. How did they know? And then it came to him; Liz, of course, Liz had called them, told them his plans, the fucking slut, she ratted him out to her handlers, fuck ... and then the pain was so severe he thought he might vomit, and he held his head, and took deep breaths, calming himself again. God, he thought, that fucking hurts!

When he felt better, he struggled to his feet and made his way to the table, collapsing in the chair, weak, and poured water with a shaky hand. As he drank he assessed his situation. 

Okay, he told himself, you wanted to find them, and here you are. Not the way he had planned, but here nonetheless. The water soothed his dry throat and he finished it, poured another, finished that, and then felt a sudden need to piss. He struggled to his feet and made his way to the other door, drained himself, and surveyed the room. Nothing to use as a weapon. He eyed the shower, and decided to play along, at least for now. He was powerfully hungry, he realized, and without getting his strength back he stood no chance of escape. 

Standing under the hot shower, he tried to focus, but the thoughts swirled in his head, failing to coalesce. They had drugged him, he was sure, knocked him out, and kidnapped him. Now, he thought, he had something he could take to the police. All he had to do was play along and look for his chance to escape. He struggled to imagine forcing his way out the door, knocking down anyone who tried to stop him, but the headache returned, and he stood gasping for breath under the hot spray. Calm, he told himself, stay calm, stay cool, this is not the time for an angry response. Wait for it; take the chance when it presents itself.

After drying himself, and admitting that he DID feel a little better after a hot shower, he found the clothes left for him were hospital scrubs, and he put them on and stepped back into the room. A tray of food was on the table, some toast, cereal, and fruit, and despite his desired resistance, he sat and ate ravenously. As he finished, the door opened, and the young man re-entered, followed by two others. Tom looked up s the young man took the remains of his breakfast from the table, and closed the door. And then he recognized the other two men, Robert, the friendly pseudo-doctor manager, and Will, his lackey. He felt the rage build in him unbidden, and the headache returned, piercing his skull like someone was driving an ice pick into his temple. He groaned and willed himself to calm, to breathe normally. He didn't want these two see him weak and suffering. As he relaxed, the pain subsided, and he sensed the men taking a seat at the table with him.

"Well, Mr. Raines," Robert began, not waiting for Tom to lift his head. "I'm rather disappointed to see you here like this, so soon, although I am not completely surprised." Tom raised his head to look at him. Just as he remembered, Robert was good looking, confident and well groomed, and his expression was just short of an easy, welcoming smile. More confident than welcoming. Will, the first person he'd met when Darla had brought him to get Liz, sat and looked at him without expression. 

"You fucks," Tom muttered, "what have you done to me?" He felt the anger begin to boil, and with it came the pain, and he dropped his head again, gasping. 

"Ah, I see the treatment is working, good. You'll need to learn to control that anger, Mr. Raines."

"What ... have ... you .... done ...." Tom couldn't finish, the pain drilled into him, and his vision tunneled, and he forced himself to take deep, calming breaths, relaxing, letting the anger slip. "O-oohhh, fuck, that hurts," he managed, not caring that they heard.

"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" Robert said easily. "Take deep breaths, like you're doing, that's good. It'll pass as the anger passes, let it go. It'll do you no good anyway, and now, it will hurt you," he coached. He waited until Tom raised his head again, then seemed to scrutinize his face. "Not completely gone, yet, eh? Release the anger and hostility, you'll feel much better. The anger triggers the pain."

Tom felt beaten already, unable to react to these men, forced against his will to remain calm. "What did you do to me?" he whispered.

"Why, we drugged you, of course. We couldn't very well bring you here in the state you were in. Will went to your house with Darla after Liz called us, and knocked you out, and then they gave you something to sleep, and brought you, and your car, here."

Liz called them, he thought, of course. He'd suspected that, but not so soon. She'd betrayed him again. But he choked down the anger before allowing the pain to hit him, accepting that his once-wife had turned him in. And they had kidnapped him! Taken, drugged, held against his will. He thought again of the police. If he could get away, he could go to the cops, press charges. He had to delay, get his strength back. Play along, he told himself. 

"What now?" he asked. "What are you going to do with me?"

"Why, we're going to help you." He turned to Will. "Isn't that right, Will?"

"You've made a real mess of things, Mr. Raines," Will chimed in flatly. "It's a good thing Liz called us when she did. Things could've gotten out of hand." 

Tom looked at him, disbelief overwhelming him. "A mess? You fucking bastards," he yelled," you ruined my life!" He managed to get the sentence out before the pain took him, and he bent in his chair, lowering his head to his knees.

"Ruined your life?" Robert shot back, no warm, friendly tone, now. "No, Mr. Raines, YOU ruined your life. We treated your wife at her request, and helped her to give you the greatest gift anyone could give another person – complete devotion and obedience, a total devotion to fulfilling your wishes!" Tom looked up to see Robert leaning forward, yelling at him. Will tried unsuccessfully to pull him back to his seat, but Robert shrugged his hand away. "And what did you do? You wiped your ass with it!" He sat back then, the glare from his eyes dimming, but not disappearing. "You could have had the greatest life ever, but you couldn't control yourself!" He was gesturing as he spoke, something Tom had not witnessed before. "You let your libido run wild, and you let your petty jealousies and your dick control your actions, and you nearly ruined everything!" 

"Easy, Robert, take it easy," Will said softly, and Robert sat back and turned his head, and stewed in silence. As the pain subsided, Tom sat back up in his chair. He and Will stared at each other uncomfortably, while Robert's words had time to sink in, and found traction in his brain, confirming an unacknowledged suspicion that suddenly made itself present, and undeniable. Christ, was he partially to blame? He flashed back on the things he'd done, the things he'd made Liz do, and he saw her transformation in a new light, a bitter and distasteful light. She had become what HE had made her!




Fourteen Day Program Ch. 07



"Where is Liz?" he blurted, breaking the silence. 

"She here, and she's safe," Will told him. Robert continued looking away, but then turned back, regaining his composure.

"Yes, she's here," he said softly, "and Will was right, there's no purpose to my being angry, it serves no use here. We are here to help, to try and remedy this situation." 

"Is- is she okay?" he asked quietly.

"Ah-h, so you DO care," Robert intoned. Tom winced at the jab. "Yes, she's fine. After you left, she called us to alert us of your impending threats. We called Darla, and she and Will, uhm, 'met' you at your house. You put your wife in a difficult position, there, Mr. Raines. But we assured her we had everything in hand. She was able to continue entertaining your guests at the hotel." Tom looked up. "Yes, they stayed most of the night. Called some friends, too, I understand. There may have even been some hotel staff involved. Quite a difficult position indeed." Tom's self-admission that he had pushed her into her behavior tempered his horror at the thought of his wife taking on all comers in all her holes, but only a little. Despite his desire to maintain a strong front, to try and escape, he felt his shoulders slump and shame gripped him. "Afterwards, she came directly here. She rested a while, and is just fine." Robert glanced at Will. "Wouldn't you say she was fine, Will?"

Will grinned, showing an emotion for the first time since entering the room, but it was not warm, or friendly. It looked a little sinister. "Oh, better than fine, I'd say. Excellent." Tom could only imagine what that might mean. 

"Of course, we sent people to your house to collect up your video collection. We took everything of course, the camera, the laptop, all of it. We'll return your equipment after our experts remove all traces of the videos." He chuckled lightly. "Quite a body of work you amassed in a short time, although you really are an awful cameraman. Easy to be distracted when your star is so beguiling, though, isn't that right, Mr. Raines." Tom shuddered at the thought of these two watching those videos, forgetting that he had planned to make them public. That was intended to humiliate them, expose them. Not for their amusement. Her felt his hostility rise, and tried to ignore the pain that accompanied it. 

"You bastards-" he began, but the pain sharpened, and cut him off.

"Now, now, Mr. Raines, remember what we said about getting angry. Don't be bitter. Be proud. Your wife looks great on video, and is a delight to watch. In fact," he smirked, in a condescending voice, "I think we have a video for you to watch." He saw Will motion, and the flat screen came to life, suddenly filing the room with an image of Liz, naked and on her knees, sucking a cock while stroking two others. "I believe she mentioned that you had found a way to get her to describe this to you," Robert said. "Very clever, that little trick, by the way," he added in a lower voice. "But tell me, is this how you imagined it, hearing her story?" Unable to turn away, Tom looked up, to see his wife stretch her mouth open, allowing two of the cocks to push inside her open maw, cramming inside her, as her eyes danced with desire. Then she went from one to the next, sucking them deep, stoking the other two; then one of her hands disappeared, and he knew it was between her legs, fingering her pussy. 

"She was something that night, let me tell you," Will commented. Tom seethed, but fought the pain and the embarrassment. It wounded him to have these men discuss her like this, watching her act his way. He couldn't deny that he still loved her, and seeing her like this hurt him terribly. With the anger towards her stripped away, there was only regret, and loss. He looked up to see her mouth stuffed with a two fat cocks as another cock spilled its creamy load across her pretty face, and the lust on her face cut into him. And then she sucked one, stroking the other, a look of anticipation on her pretty face, and then leaned her head back, opening her mouth as the cock she sucked pulled back and spewed on her open mouth and face. Tom looked away. Robert told Will to turn it off.

"Would you like to see more, Mr. Raines? She really is terrific, one of our best clients. Will, show him what Liz is doing right now. Tom glanced over, saw Will pressing buttons on a small remote, and the screen came back to life, and there she was, his wife, his wonderful loving wife who had given him so much of herself, who he knew now that he still loved, on her back, looking at the camera with a wild, wanton expression. Her legs were pulled up, her knees at her shoulders, and a giant fat cock pumped into her ass, stretching it beyond anything Tom had seen her take. He groaned in dismay. 

"Hard to watch?" Robert asked, teasing him, taking the role of sadistic teacher humiliating a student. "She really likes a good ass fucking, doesn't she?" Tom tried to turn away, but couldn't, and watched the cock slip out, leaving her tiny hole open and gaping, and move to her face. As it approached, her expression was eager, wanting, and she opened and accepted the tool into her mouth, fresh from her ass. "Yes, Will," Robert said, grinning, "I'd say you were right. She's much better than fine." He motioned, and Will turned it off. Robert leaned forward in his chair.

"All this was yours, Mr. Raines. This wonderful woman, who loved you so much she wanted to give you all you had ever dreamed, and you squandered her gift, and threw it away, like a spoiled child. And now we have to put the pieces back together." There was silence in the room as Robert's words hung in the air. Tom controlled his anger, and spoke, slowly.

"You destroyed my life," he said, "what more can you do to me? What now? Are you going to kill me?" Thoughts of escape had receded, and defeating the Organization was a faint memory. He looked at them, crushed, wishing only that he could have Liz back, the way she was, before. "What are you going to do with me?"

"We're not going to kill you, Mr. Raines," Will said solemnly. 

"Certainly not," Robert confirmed. "We're not barbarians. We're here to help, just like we helped Liz when she asked." He paused, then asked, quietly, leaning closer, "what do you want, Mr. Raines.?"

"I ... I ..." he began, still not wanting to appear weak in front of them, foolish male ego making him struggle with his confession. He looked up at them, hopeless and sad, and whined, "I want my old life back. I want Liz, the way she was, before..."

Robert reached out and gripped his forearm. "Good," he said, "Because that's what we are going to give you."

Tom's eyes opened wide and his head jumped up. He couldn't believe his ears. "Really?" He must have looked like a little boy on his birthday, but he no longer cared. Was it that simple? Ask them, and they do it? "Really? You'll change her back? Make her the way she was?"

Robert released his arm, and sat back in his seat, chuckling, glancing at Will, then looking back at Tom. His eyes burned with intensity. "Don't be ridiculous, of course not. We have far too much invested in Liz to release her. No, Mr. Raines, we are going to change you."

Once again the room fell into silence, and then Will spoke. "Mr. Raines, let me ask you, what did your wife's treatment cost you?"

Tom looked at him, puzzled, looking for a clue to the question. "I don't know ... it cost me everything."

"No," Will said patiently, "not what you lost. What did it cost? How much did we charge you?" Tom stared at him, blankly. "Nothing, that's what. Do you know what a treatment like that would have cost on the outside? Liz was treated here for two weeks, under some of the most advanced therapy money can buy. That's over three hundred hours of treatment. On the outside, even with two sessions a week, it would have taken three years. A decent therapist would have charged at least a hundred dollars a session, a good one twice that. Probably sixty thousand dollars over three years, with maybe a chance of success. We did it in two weeks, Mr. Raines. And we charged you nothing. Do you know why?"

Tom shook his head, and Will continued. "Because we are not funded through client services, Mr. Raines. We are funded through membership." Tom had no idea what he was talking about, and it must have been obvious, because Robert explained. 

"Mr. Raines, we told you weeks ago that we guard our privacy very carefully. That is because our members prefer to keep this organization out of the limelight." He looked at Tom, saw he still didn't get it, and continued. "Our membership consists of very wealthy, very powerful people. They pay a great deal of money to be a member. Because of their power and positions, the pursuit of entertainment can sometimes be tedious and awkward. Positions of power often create unusual appetites in people; look at your own example. Given the opportunity, you desired things you had not imagined before. Our members spend their entire lives in opportunity, and develop appetites for entertainment that exceed the general population. But the exercise of those appetites can be risky, and so this organization was formed to give them access to those appetites with total discretion and privacy."

"It is their power and connections that enable us to protect ourselves, in the unfortunate circumstance that someone like you gets off the ranch. Our members have access to financial records, police departments, banks; everything. Our privacy is key, and we protect it vigorously. Our clients serve our members needs. But all funding comes from the members. That is why we are able to provide your wife with the treatment she requested, free of charge. But make no mistake; she has commitments to fulfill. When a member requests something, we call our clients, and provide it."

Tom's head was reeling. This couldn't be true, it must be all bullshit, stuff like this doesn't happen; secret societies, powerful rich people using unwitting folks as their playtoys. It was unbelievable. 

"So," Will resumed, "you understand that we can't just turn Liz back. She has to fulfill her agreement. She will come to us when we call, and within a year, she will bring another client to us." He paused, waited for Tom to respond, then continued. "We have too much invested here, Mr. Raines. We can't change her. But we can change you. You said you wanted your old life back. We can give it to you. In fact, your treatment has already begun."

"What? What treatment? You can't manipulate me against my will! I haven't requested any treatment!"

"But your actions mandated it, Mr. Raines. As Robert said, we guard our privacy above all else. You tried to shatter that, and we cannot allow it." Tom spluttered and stuttered, and Will shook his head with finality. "I'm sure you're going to promise everything you can think of to reassure us, but we can't take that chance."

"Relax, Mr. Raines, the treatment had already begun, and it's taking well. You're not angry anymore. If you were, you'd be in terrible pain. The drug we administered on your second day here was-"

"Second day?!" Tom nearly fell off his chair. He hadn't given a thought to how long he'd been here; he just assumed it was the day after he left Liz. "What day is it? How long have I been here?"

"It's Monday, relax. Liz notified your job, and told them you'd been in a car accident over the weekend. We pulled some strings, and had your car damaged, and it's being repaired. There'll be a police report, and insurance checks, and even doctor bills." He chuckled again. "When we're done, even you will think you were in an accident. Of course, you'll have no memory of it, from hitting your head." He looked at Tom with a satisfied smile. "The treatment will erase all memory of us, of what Liz does for us, of all the things you've done with her." His grin spread, almost leering. "You will go back to your old life, blissfully unaware of the change in Liz, and when she gives you explanations for where she goes, you will accept them, because you will trust her and believe her."

He sat back, relaxing, comfortable with his authority. "You'll see, Mr. Raines. You will get your old life back, just the way it was."

SIX MONTHS LATER

Tom hammered away at his keyboard, editing the spreadsheet he'd brought home this weekend. He figured there was only another half hour before Liz got back, and he wanted to get as much of this done before she returned. He'd begun taking additional work home on the weekends, and seemed almost without fail to get it all done. Since the accident he seemed to be abnormally productive. He laughed to himself. He wondered if the knock on the head stimulated the Spreadsheet Lobe in the brain. It was a joke he liked to tell at work, and he usually got a chuckle. The truth, he thought, was that his dedication still made him regret missing the time from work, and he had some inner drive to make it up. Stupid, but that's what he suspected made him want to do these things. He found ways to make additional time on the weekends to complete the tasks, after his usual house maintenance work was done.

It helped that Liz was travelling more for her job; seminars and the like. Management had noticed her, and had placed her on a development track, enrolling her in different classes and symposiums, preparing her for the next level. Sometimes it seemed like she was away every other weekend, but he'd asked her once, and she's said no, it only felt that way. But when she was gone he had a lot of time to himself to get additional work done, and it was noticed at his job. 

His fingers stopped, as he considered his wife, all she had done for him since the accident. Damn, she seemed to have time for everything. She'd nursed him to health, keeping an eye on him and keeping close contact with his doctor, letting him know how he was doing. She'd handled the insurance company and the car repair. He'd spent the first several weeks thanking her for taking such good care of him, and apologizing for ruining their vacation. He didn't remember much of it; almost none in fact, and couldn't remember the accident, either. The doctors said it was due to the blow to the head. He'd felt listless and confused at first, but Liz had assisted him and guided him, and filled in some of the blanks from his missing memory. In fact, there were large gaps in the weeks before the accident, but Liz said not to worry about it, so he didn't.

And she hadn't just taken care of him. No, in addition to working more, and helping him, she had really been there for Jillian, who had gone through a real rough patch as her divorce was finalized. She'd made time to go to the lawyers with her, to be her emotional support, and sat up some long nights, listening to her cry and having long talks with her. She'd been a pillar of strength for his little sister, and Tom was grateful, Jill really needed an older woman's perspective, and Liz had taken her under her wing.

And on top of all that, she still found time for intimate moments with Tom. You'd think that all that rushing around and caring for others and working extra would distract her, but she still found time to devote to him, for slow, luxurious lovemaking, and she was caring and giving in her passion. Tom considered himself probably the luckiest man in the world. He often wondered if his married friends were as happy together as he and Liz, and he sometimes felt bad that they would never know the emotional reward of the quality relationship he shared with his wife. He loved her so deeply, so thoroughly, and she returned his every emotion. He smiled to himself, and returned to his spreadsheet.

He stopped when he heard the door, and the female voices chatting and giggling as they entered. He got up and went to meet them, eager to see his beautiful wife. As he walked down the hallway he saw her, dropping Jill's bags next to hers near the door. Tom's heart stirred as he saw her, and stirred again as he saw the smile on his sister's face, the excited anticipation. Liz was taking her to a spa to help her celebrate her divorce. Jill saw him first, and ran to him and threw her arms around him.

"Oh, Tom, it's so good to see you." Tom hugged her back, and gave her cheek a kiss. She pulled back. "I'll be right back, I gotta pee. Too much coffee and a long drive," she said, and pranced down the hall. Tom watched her, envious of her twenty-five years, her whole life ahead of her. He felt bad that her four-year marriage had been so terrible, but he'd known it would end badly, her husband was a jackass, and Tom had never liked him. He turned to his wife, and wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her, lovingly and deeply, and she melted into him, returning his devotion. He pulled back, but held her to him.

"You are a wonderful person, Liz Raines. Thanks for being so good to Jill. She really needs this. You see how excited she is?"

Liz looked up at him, smiling shyly, but the crinkles at her eyes betrayed her satisfaction at his comment. "It's going to be great for her to get out," she said, "she's really looking forward to this." She stared into Tom's eyes, head tilted back slightly. "She looking forward to being happy again, and there's a world of adventure waiting for her." She seemed to search Tom's face for something, a sign of something that wasn't there. "I'm glad I could be there to help her."

"You've been the big sister she never had," Tom said. "I know I've said it before, but she really looks up to you, for advice and stuff. I think she'd do anything you told her." Liz turned her head momentarily, but returned to his, smiling.

"She's a great girl," Liz told him quietly, and slipped her arms from him as Jillian returned. Liz turned to her. "And we're going to have a great time together, aren't we, girlfriend?" Tom saw a look pass between them, a connection, and he counted his blessings to himself.

"You know it," Jill replied, smiling to his wife. "I am so ready for this." She turned to Tom. "Thanks for this, Tom. I know Liz has been spending a lot of time with me, and I want you to know how much I appreciate that." Tom looked to Liz, who turned away sheepishly. Tom assumed it was embarrassment at the praise, and felt proud of his wife for being so kindhearted. 

"You girls just have a good time," he told her. "Do you need help getting the bags in the car?"

"That'd be great, Tom, thanks," Liz said, picking up her small overnight bag, and leaving the larger one on the floor. Tom hefted it and they headed out the door. 

"So, what's on the agenda for you two?" he asked as they loaded the bags into Liz's car. 

Liz glanced to Jill, then replied, "Oh, you know, the usual girly stuff. Manicures, pedicures, like that."

"Deep tissue massage," Jill chimed in, grinning at Liz. 

"Facials," Liz added, ginning back.She turned to Tom. "What are you going to do while I'm gone?"

"Miss you, of course," he joked, and they all laughed as Jillian settled herself in the passenger seat. Tom stood at the driver's door, holding Liz's hand and gazing into her pretty face, drinking it in, remembering her for the time she'd be away. "Seriously, I've got plenty of work to occupy me, and it'll give me a chance to watch all those science fiction movies you hate," he grinned, and then kissed his wife, his hand holding her face, feeling her soft lips press against his. They broke, and Liz got in the car, closed her door. Tom leaned down, his face in the open window, arms resting on the car door. "Have fun, you two," he said to both of them, then quietly, to Liz, "I really will miss you."

She kissed him lightly. "I'll be back before you know it," she said, smiling. "It's only fourteen days."

END

Thanks to everyone who stuck with this saga to the end. Sorry for the long last installment, but I couldn't see making everyone waiting for another chapter. It's been a long ride writing this, and it took some turns I never saw coming when I started. As I said, the idea began just as an excuse to write lots of hot sex, but it became something bigger. 




Fourteen Day Program Ch. 07



Thanks for all the encouraging comments, and to everyone who followed me down the river. My apologies to everyone who wanted a different ending, either happier or more vengeful, but the story went where it went. Hope you weren't too disappointed. 

TMIMH