0 comments/ 8239 views/ 0 favorites Speechless By: Native Alien I have a Sunday morning lover. He comes by after he works out at the gym. He is fifty and in really good shape. We get along really well and we talk alot about a lot of things. He is very intelligent and well spoken, genuine and real. No falsehoods with this one. He has very blue eyes that twinkle when he is passionate about something, like economics. Which he teaches in a local high school. He likes his job, he likes most of his life. He has a very good body and is excellent at sex. He knows what he wants, and he is not usually afraid to speak about it to me. But then, every once in a while, I surprise him with something that I say or do. He was here on a Monday morning (first day of deer season and the schools here close, because noone will be in class anyway). Usually Sunday mornings are his but I had to reschedule last Sunday because I had a female friend here over Saturday night. I should let you know that while I am hetero, I do have a strong bi tendency. No, I don’t hate men. I might tell a man that I am a lesbian. But I only do that when I really don’t want to deal with an ass. I know that some men make the assumption that bi women don’t like men. That flat out isn’t true with me. I love men. I love everything about men. I just don’t deal well with idiots and it shows, they automatically assume that I hate all men. Anyway, back to the story. We had some excellent sex and he was getting dressed to go do lunch with someone. “Why did you cancel yesterday on me?” he asked. I was standing about 10 feet away from him at the time. I told him that it was because a friend had come down and that I was going to do that from time to time. Personally, I think that I also do it to keep him on his toes. He looked at me kind funny and asked if I had another lover. “Yes, I have a few other lovers,” I told him. He asked me if the guy was built like him. I told him at that point that it wasn’t a guy. He looked at me and said huh. I repeated the words and he stared at me. “What do you mean, that it wasn’t a guy?” he asked. The conversation got really funny from that point on. I told him that it was a woman and he just looked at me and turned this really funny shade of a purple-red. I was standing thinking that he was going to have a heart attack or something. “You never told me that you do women”. “You didn’t ask and it never came up in conversation,” was my reply. He stood there, a really strange shade purplish-red and with his mouth hanging open, for what seemed like ten minutes. “Are you alright there?” I asked him finally. He just shook his head up and down. He turned his back and mumbled something. I said huh, and he mumbled it again. I walked over to him and lifted his face up and told him that I didn’t hear him. He repeated it again. I laughed until my sides hurt. He looked at me and said that it wasn’t funny. I looked at him and saw the serious look on his face. I told him that it was and then I asked him why he had never said anything about it before. He said that he didn’t know and if he had he would have said something sooner. I told him that it was a doable thing and that he just needed to give me time to do what I do best in this case. He looked at me again and said okay. He put on his coat and walked over to me and the hug that he gave me felt like he was breaking me in half. I got one of the most remarkable kisses that I have ever had from him. I walked to the door with him, he grabbed me and kissed me again. He went out the door shaking his head. Wanna know what he said? Ask me and I will tell you. My email is in my profile. Speechless After the epic success of my adventure hiring a male stripper for my reluctant wife (see The Final Kiss) it seemed only fair that she would return the favor by hiring a female stripper for me. But when I pitched the suggestion during a playful moment of foreplay, she didn't really warm to the idea. I am generally the one who pushes the envelope when it comes to sexual experimentation, but I'm not going to make a bold move like that without getting her to agree beforehand. A few weeks later, we were hanging out watching television when the program aired that open mouth kiss between Britney Spears and Madonna. My wife turned to me with one of those looks of curious condescension. "Why do men get so hot about two women kissing?" she asked. "I honestly can't answer that question, but like the vast majority of men I will have to admit that watching two girls kiss is a bigtime turn on," I said. "I don't even know why, it just is." "That's such a man answer," she replied. "Do you think it would be hot to watch two men kissing?" I thought about that (or pretended to) for a few seconds, then said "I would if they looked like Britney Spears and Madonna." For my humor I got a sofa pillow to the midsection and we had a good laugh. Little did I know, but a seed had been planted in the mind of my mischievous, beautiful wife, and between the bed talk, the celebrity kiss and her own fantasies, a plan was afoot. The fourth factor working in my favor was that I was coming up on my 40th birthday, and my wife had wanted to do something special for me. I had strongly requested that we not have a big party, and had told her that my idea of a perfect birthday evening would be a night of passion. So Saturday night rolls around, and the kids are spending the night out, and it looks like my birthday wish was coming true—a night of passion with my lovely wife. So when late afternoon rolls around, I take a long hot jacuzzi and then start setting up candles around in the bedroom. I'm just about ready to pick the wife out some hot lingerie to wear when she strolls in with a sexy red silk blouse, a short black skirt and black high heels. A dream come true. "Hang on there tiger, we're not ready for the bedroom just yet," she said. "I've got a little surprise set up for your birthday." My heart sank slowly down as my mind reached the conclusion that she had set up a damn surprise party. I tried to act surprised and excited, as I pointed to my bathrobe and asked her if this would pass the dress code for my surprise party. "Actually, yes, it will be fine," she said with a smile, "but you have to wear this too." "This" was a blindfold, and I realized that the plan was for me to walk down the stairs in my robe, wearing a blindfold, and when I walked downstairs into the den I would have a bunch of friends yelling "surprise". My plan for a night of passion was rapidly evaporating, but I couldn't show my disappointment to my wife. After all, she had not only planned the whole thing out, she had figured out how to get a group of people into the den without me even hearing. They must've snuck in during my jacuzzi. So I put on the blindfold and dutifully take my wife's arm down the stairs and into the den. The whole time, I'm preparing myself for a bunch of my drunken friends yelling surprise right when I take off my blindfold. Yee haw. My wife walks me over to the couch and sets me down in the middle, and then she steps away and says, "ok, you can take it off now." So I prepare my look of surprise and then slowly remove my blindfold. But there's no big crowd. No loud roar. There's just one woman, standing directly in front of me, gently leaning on a chair, dressed in a low cut, short black dress with spike heels. And when I say she was cool, friends, she was red hot. I mean she was steamin'. She smiled, winked, and in a sweet, soft voice, she said "Surprise." Every vein in my body froze up, because my heart completely stopped. My brain grew three sizes with the volume of wild thoughts flinging around inside my head. Luckily my mouth was hanging open, so it had room to move. The room was silent for a full twenty seconds, which gave me the opportunity to collect my senses. And close my mouth. "Take it easy big guy," said my wife. "This is Amber. You don't get to keep her, she's just here to put on a show." My wife had hired a stripper for me for my birthday. "Wow," I said. That was all I could think of to say. My wife brought me over a glass of red wine, sat down beside me and said "What do you think?" "Wow," I said. My wife picked up the remote control for the stereo, popped on some smooth, sexy jazz music and said with a sly smile, "I think you're going to enjoy this." "Yes," I said, and I can remember how proud I was of my composure to be so eloquent with my one word answers. Meanwhile, Amber had begun to slowly move with the music, moving her hands seductively over her body while slowing swaying from side to side. As I followed her erotic dance movements, my wide-open eyes traced her sultry body from head to toe. She was tall, well-tanned and perfectly proportioned. Her long dark hair draped down over wide shoulders and hung down beyond her shapely breasts, coming just short of her thin waist. But what really got my attention were her legs—long, smooth, tan and athletic. As she moved to the music she pulled up the bottom of her body-clinging skirt to gradually reveal more and more of those divine legs, until I had concluded she had the longest thighs of any woman I'd ever seen. I guessed she was in her mid to late 20s. In many ways she reminded me of my own wife, who at just over 40 could still turn heads with her shapely form. Like Amber, her best attribute was her dynamite legs, and I expect that she hired Amber with the knowledge that I had always been a leg man. Amber's hands had worked their way back up to her neck, and she slowly pulled them down to cup her breasts. With the ends of her long fingers she slowly pulled her dress open wider, revealing all she could of her breasts without actually showing nipple. At this point I became conscious of the fact that my wife was pouring me another glass of wine, because apparently I had finished the first. To this day I don't remember drinking a sip. I was preoccupied. I also became acutely aware that I was very tense, and for the first time since my surprise had arrived I took a deep breath and eased back onto the couch a little. I turned my head slightly to the side to see my wife, and took note that she was attentively watching Amber's seductive dance. My wife had never expressed any sexual interest in women, but its always been my theory that the female body is so beautiful that while women may not want to have sex with another woman, they still find other women attractive. This would explain why so many ads, for both male and female markets, feature beautiful women. Amber continued her erotic dance, giving us a side view of her hands running down the length of her right leg, stopping at the ankle to give us a pose of her shapely form bent over at the waist. Without missing a beat, she then walked over in front of me, got down on her knees and then ran her hands through her hair, arching her back, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. Then she moved sideways to me and got down on all fours, giving us a good look at that hot pose, before she rolled over on her back and pointed one leg straight up and other partly bent, giving us a great view of her fabulous legs. Two thoughts permeated my brain—first, this girl could dance; and second, this was the best damn birthday party I'd ever had. Amber had moved back to a standing position just in front of me, with her legs just slightly apart. She barely touched something on her dress, and it slipped off her like silk on glass and hit the floor. While I didn't think anything could improve on how hot she looked in that tight black dress, I immediately became aware that she had done one better. Under the dress was a lacy black teddy, cut high on those magnificent legs with a deep v-cut going down the middle of her chest to her belly button. The sudden, dramatic way she dropped off the dress and the impact of what she had on underneath was too much for even my wife to suppress, and she let out an inadvertent "MMMM" of appreciation before she realized her inner thoughts had been vocalized. She immediately blushed and sipped her wine. Initially I was too stunned by this hotty in a teddy to even breathe, but eventually I gathered enough brain cells to inject yet another "Wow" into the conversation. Amber continued her fabulous show, giving us a variety of new poses with her new outfit, which pretty much completely revealed her ass, which as you might imagine, was perfect. You could tell she was very comfortable with her body, and I sensed that she knew both of us were quite impressed. After a little more dancing and posing, she stopped just in front of me again and reached behind her to the back of the teddy. In the next second my birthday present was in her birthday suit, except for a skin-tight black thong. Once again, my firm belief that nothing could look better than Amber in a teddy was ended when I saw Amber in a thong. Her lean, tan torso led up to perfectly shaped breasts, and seeing the whole package made me realize how she looked so good dressed. Amber got down on her knees just in front of me and placed her long arms on either side of my legs. She moved her head up so that it was just above my thighs before she looked down at my crotch. "You know, you better let that fellow out before you tear a hole in your robe," she said. I looked down and noted that the tent in the front of my robe was indeed threatening damage. When I looked over at my wife to make sure she was cool with that, she was already smiling her consent. Slowly I loosened the tie on the robe and pulled the robe open, to reveal what I am pretty sure is the hardest hard-on I've ever had. I hadn't even realized my previous constraint, but it sure felt good to have my guy out in the open. Amber gave me a look-over and her own "MMM" of approval, before gathering all her hair up in her hands. Then she tossed her head over my stomach and dropped her hair over my aching cock. The intoxicatingly wonderful smell of her hair hit me at about the same time as the light sensation of her hair draped over my loins, and I was overwhelmed. Then, slowly, she dragged her long black hair over my rock hard cock and down my thighs. "Ah," I said, so stunned with erotic energy that I was now down to one two-letter word. Amber then brought her luscious red lips up to the tip of my cock, and for a moment I thought my wife may have approved a blow job for my birthday. But then she pursed her lips up into a faux kiss, just inches from my waiting cock. She held that pose, with her lips just inches from my cock, her eyes looking up at mine, then she winked and sat back. "What do you think of your birthday present," Amber said with a smile. "Wow," I said, having graduated again to a three letter word. "Well guess what," said my wife, and without waiting for an answer, she said, "its not over yet." Amber smiled, and it was apparent that my wife had worked out some details in advance. She stood up slowly, making me simultaneously regret her being further away and being happy to look again on her fabulous body in that tight black thong. Then my wife stood up and walked over to Amber in and they stood face to face, just a few feet apart. My wife looked over at me and said "I thought about letting you do this, but I didn't want things to get out of control." Comrades, what happened next went several levels beyond the hall of fame of erotic nirvanas. Amber and my wife slowly leaned into each other, their arms coming up in an embrace, and ever so gradually their lips moved closer and closer, until they were just an inch apart. Then they were kissing, softly at first, then moving into a partially open mouth phase, before graduating to a full-on french kiss, just a few feet away from my exposed erection. If my wife wasn't completely enjoying it she was doing a very good job of pretending. As their lips met their hands moved carefully over each other's bodies, and while I couldn't take my eyes off their kiss I became aware that their legs were also becoming entwined and subconsciously moving to the music. My sexy wife was slow dancing with a smokin' half-naked stripper. Watching them together made me recognize how hot my wife's body was, and her short blond hair was the perfect complement to Amber's long black hair. I had long since dropped my empty wine glass, and as I sat watching this erotic show my hands had instinctively moved to my crotch, where they instinctively began stroking my erection. Amber and my wife stopped kissing for a moment, turning their heads cheek to cheek to look at me, all the while continuing to embrace and run their hands over each other's bodies. "I think he likes this," said Amber with a smile. I was unable to speak, but I became aware that my brain was still working enough to slowly nod my head yes. Amber brought her hand up to my wife's chest, and slowly traced the outline of her breast with the back off her elegant hand. She expertly worked her hand over the top button on my wife's red silk blouse. The blouse was already fairly low-cut, but when Amber released the top button it exposed a significant amount of my wife's attractive breasts. Amber's hand slipped inside my wife's blouse and she began caressing the skin on the top of her breast, tantalizingly close to the nipple. For the first time, I noticed that my wife was not wearing a bra. At the same time, I realized that she had become very aroused by this show "she was putting on for me." It wasn't just that her nipples were fully erect and shining through the silk blouse, it was the way her hands were caressing Amber's lower back and exposed ass. The way her eyes had gotten a faraway look while at the same time focusing on the beautiful woman in front of her. The way her breathing had increased with the passion, and the erotic glow that had overtaken her skin. As they moved together again for another long, passionate kiss, I became aware that my wife had gotten so caught up she may have forgot I was there. Not that I was complaining. Amber's lips parted from my wife's, and they slowly worked their way down to her neck, where she delicately worked her way on down to her chest. As Amber's lips expertly worked my wife's body, she arched her back and closed her eyes, completely wrapped up in the passion of the moment. As her lips worked their way back up my wife's neck, she brought them up close to her ear and whispered something to her. My wife nodded her assent. Their lips moved back together for another passionate kiss, and then my wife became the active lover, slowly working her lips over Amber's neck and moving down to her chest. Her eyes were closed and her kisses went back and forth across Amber's broad, beautiful chest, getting lower with each new pass. As her lips neared Amber's nipples, I struggled with the desire to not ejaculate all over myself, because I was getting very close. As you might imagine. So there I was, cock in hand, and my wife's lips had finally worked their way down to the nipples of Amber's fabulous breasts, while Amber arched her magnificent body back and enjoyed the attention. And then she was there, first one side, a quick kiss, then the other, a longer kiss, and then back again to both sides again for a longer, open-mouth kiss. As she came over to the side nearest me, she softly caressed the nipple with her tongue before latching on with her whole mouth, and whatever she did that I couldn't see must've been effective, because Amber's eyes closed and she let out a moan. "Wow," I said, and later I regretted it, because my voice seemed to break the hypnotic state she was in and she opened her eyes and moved her lips back up to Amber's cheek. She had been so completely enraptured that she had forgotten I was even there. And she was worried about me getting out of control! For the first time in the 45 minutes since I had removed the blindfold, we had hit an awkward silence. Both Amber and my wife were still in an embrace, cheek to cheek, looking at me sitting on the couch, cock in hand, a cock that had been hard enough to break rocks for the entire 45 minutes. Then Amber leaned over to my wife's ear and whispered something else, and my blood pressure rose again in the anticipation of more girl on girl action. But this time they had something else in mind. They walked over to where I was sitting and kneeled down, one on either side of me. "I think its time we really blew your mind," said Amber. My wife just smiled. Amber put her hand on my thigh, my wife put her hand on my other thigh. Amber slowly moved her hand up my thigh, and my wife did the same. Then Amber moved her long fingers around my cock and pulled it straight up, and my wife's hand moved into a similar position. Then they moved their heads to a position just above my aching cock, and both of them looked up at me. Then they looked back to each other, and amazingly, they did exactly what I wanted them to do. They started french kissing each other, just above my throbbing cock. It was torture and ultimate pleasure at the same time, and my mind was beyond blown. I was so hot I wasn't sure I was going to survive it. And then it got better. Their kissing slowly began moving closer to my cock, and despite the fact that my cock was harder than it had ever been, I think my cock got even bigger, and before long their french kissing was being done at, around, and through my pulsating cock. Then they were kissing and licking the sides of my dick, going up and down the length, and then meeting back at the top for another meeting of the tongues. I really can't explain why I didn't come immediately, because I had every reason to. I am eternally grateful that I was able to last a few minutes, because having your wife and another hot babe giving you a blow job is not something you want to end. When I finally did unload, it was perfect timing, as both Amber and my wife were working the top of my dick with their tongues like it was a chocolate lollipop. My cock got bigger than it has ever been, and the first blast shot half a foot in the air, followed by an endless stream, that as you can imagine, went everywhere. At the time, I was so completely aroused that I wouldn't have been able to stop myself if I'd wanted to, but by the time I was through my wife and Amber were pretty thoroughly gooed. Both girls laid their head down on my torso and lightly caressed my thighs, and slowly my vision returned and my body stopped convulsing. Then my wife lifted up her head and looked up into my eyes. "So, happy birthday to you," she said with a smile. "Wow," I said. Then Amber looked up. "You know, for a 40-year old, you sure have a way with words," she said. "That was fun, but I think I'm going to need to get cleaned up." "Me too," said my wife, laughing. At that point, we all decided that it was probably best that we all just jump in the jacuzzi. But that's a whole other story. Speechless Mindy just turned 22 years old and was close to graduating from college. She had never been with a man nor had a boyfriend. A low almost non-existing self-esteem followed her around and made the majority of the decisions in her life. She was told on several occasions that she was fat and undesirable. A size 22 with 44DD breasts, long auburn hair and deep green eyes she was fat yes but, surely not undesirable. One night in a needy mood she sat down at her computer and started searching for personal ad sites. Yahoo personals were the first to appear she decided to give it a try. Filling out the boxes and describing her self was the hardest part. Not having anything good to say Mindy stuck to the facts. A virgin that wanted to get rid of the label that people could see on her some how. After about a month a message arrived in her inbox. It was from the man that would eventually share a life long connection with her. His name was John or so he said it was. He was close to six feet tall with red hair and blue-green eyes. They e-mailed each other several times each time ending in a sexual manner. He made her hot and wet with the smallest effort on his part. She was his for the taking and he knew it. Mindy allowed John to take the lead not knowing what to do in a relationship. His intentions were clear from the beginning, He wanted to teach her how to fuck. Amazed at the thought that a man would want her they agreed to meet at the college she attended. John drove a blue Chevrolet Lumina and arrived on time at the location. After a brief introduction to each other they walked to the student center to have a small chat. Thinking it was for her benefit. Mindy was nervous, scared, and John saw it. After a short talk they went back to the parking lot. She retrieved John's card from her purple Dodge Ram truck. Than moved to his car to continue their conversation. Like a gentleman he opened the car door to let her in. after starting the car and turning the heat on he opened the card and placed it on the dash. It was windy that day and her eyes were watering from the previous walk to the lot. "Are you crying or is it from the wind?" he asked in an almost fatherly concern. "It's the wind." managed to squeak out. "Mindy you have a birthday wish coming, what would you like me to give you?" speaking in a firm confident way that she envied. She wanted to scream out "kiss me" but could not answer at all. "I am going to run my hands though your hair than kiss you," he commanded after a long silence. She could not speak her breath was held, stomach in knots. A number of thoughts racing through her head too many to recall. He leaned over the armrest and put his hand on her head. His fingers entwined in her hair. His lips got closer and closer until they met with her tear filled eye. Mindy let out the smallest of moans in his ear than tilted her head so that their lips wear at the same level. John kissed her hard on the lips. Lost in the excitement of her first kiss she could not defend her self from the invasion of his tongue. Shrinking away from him in shock but with his hand still on the back of her head her attempt was going no where, not that she was really trying to get away. His left hand moved up her thigh and worked its way up to cup her now hot, wet pussy. "You are so hot and ready aren't you," he almost cooed in her ear. "Yes" she managed to say. John's hands continued to roam Mindy's ample body. Unzipping her coat and squeezing a breast. Never stopping from kissing her. He could have done anything that he wanted; she was his for the taking. "We have an audience," John grinned. Mindy could not reply able only to smile still reeling from the previous assault on her body. "We should move," in a whisper he spoke. Putting the car in drive he maneuvered to a less travailed area of the parking lot. He than took his coat off and tossed it in the back seat. "Tilt the seat back, the lever is in the front" another soft spoken command. Mindy fumbled for the lever. Finally finding it the seat reclined. John again leaned over and started kissing her. His hands once again started their exploration of her body. He made his way under her top, lifting it to revile Mindy's black-bra clad DD breasts. Leaning on one hand he worked at the zipper of her jeans finally employing the help of his teeth to get them undone. She could fell his hand slide in the front of her jeans. John's fingers worked their way under the crotch of her soaked panties. His fingers traced a line up and down her slit, till one slipped in to her hole. She reached for his arm wanting to pull his fingers deeper inside. He obliged the request by pushing one more in. "Your so tight"; John's breathless voice called. Mindy could do nothing but moan at him in response. He lifted a breast from its hiding place and sucked a hard nipple in his mouth. Her hand eagerly reached for the back of his head. Mindy thought, "This could not be happening" "Would you touch me," John demanded more than questioned. "Yes" He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his half erect cock. She reaches to rap a hand around him. "Grasp it firmly. But not that firm," the instructions flowed from him in a calm town. Mindy followed John's instructions. So this was a mans cock. "I want you to suck me," again more of a demand than a question. Leaning forward Mindy placed the tip of his cock against her lips. She had read the directions for a good blowjob on the web some place, with them running through her mind she slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. Working her tong on the tip in a circular fashion like she read. Gaining confidence from the groans that came from deep with in John Mindy stroked and bobbed faster and deeper till he was at the point of climax. "Stop, I am going to cum," raspy this time She pulls her mouth from his member. "Are you sure this is your first time" "Yes" "You are so good," "lean back, let me hold you" Mindy's head rested on John's shoulder. His hand folded over hers. Their fingers laced together. "I want you," Mindy stated surprised at how easy it came from her. "I think we need more of this first," referring to the foreplay. "I want you so bad," Mindy stated more demanding. "We could if you slipped out of those pants"; John coaxed lusting for her as much as she did for him. She moves away from his chest and start to undress her lower half in the confines of the car. Leaning back on the reclined seat she put one foot on the dash and one on the seat. "Are you sure you want this" "Yes" John moved his body on top of Mindy's and pulled his pants down. She could feel the head of his still hard cock brush the inside of her thigh. His mouth working on a nipple he held his cock and positioned it at her hole. He slides into her slowly. "Oh yes John," Mindy manage to whisper. In response to her lustful acceptance John began to thrust in and out of her hole. "Are you all right" "Yes" His rhythm gets faster. Each stroke harder than the first. She grasps his shoulder to hang on as he ravishes her body. A part squeak part cry escapes her. John stops, "I am sorry I got carried away" "That's OK," Mindy states hoping to encourage him to continue. He starts again with a gentler pace. Stroking in and out of her hole as before. "I am going to cum! in or out?" She does not answer "I know it is a doubled edged sward, but in or out" "You cant cum in me" "I can't," a forceful challenging reply. "I don't want to get pregnant and what about STD's" "I'm fixed and clean" After a long silent pause, John pulls his cock out of Mindy's tight hole anyway and moves back to his side of the front seat. After putting his pants back on he looks over at her. Her shirt still up over the top of her bra and naked from the waist down. "You are so tempting"; he reaches over to cover her exposed breasts. "Let's put you back together." "Ok" "Mindy your are a very special woman," John's statement meant to reassure. He helped her put he panties and jeans back on. After she was dressed he put the car in drive and took her back to her truck. "I hope we see each other again" he states. Mindy opened the door and exited his car then gets into her truck and drives away. Speechless Many thanks to bythewx for first editing and improving this story. Grateful thanks to Dowageroftwo, who edited, corrected, questioned and inspired until the story became far better. * Roger rubbed his eyes as he opened them. He heard Mary's voice in the next room and another woman's voice. After a while, he recognized the voice of Alice, Mary's best friend. The voices were low, but he focused, and soon he was hearing every syllable clearly. It was remarkable how good his hearing had become since the accident. It was almost like he had grown new ears to make up for what had been taken from him. "You are so patient," Alice was saying. "I don't know if I could ever do what you've been doing." He heard the emotion in his wife's response. "Not that it's done a damn bit of good." she said. "I did everything Dr. Roth said to do. I've been soothing, tender, encouraging, affectionate, hopeful and always positive. I keep on talking until I have no voice left. But it's still like talking to a wall." "But you think he's starting to hear you." "Dr. Roth told me that would happen." said Mary. "He's recovering, and I can see it every day. He's less confused now. I can tell in his eyes. And sometimes when I'm talking to him I'm sure understands me. Dr. Roth says he'll probably be asking for paper and pen soon. But he hasn't even tried to talk, at least as far as I can tell." "What does Dr. Roth say about that?" "He says there's nothing wrong with his vocal cords or anything else. He could be talking just like you and me if he wanted to." "Then why doesn't he?" asked Alice. "Dr. Roth said they finally diagnosed him. It's hysterical mutism. It's rare and it's the first case that he has seen personally. Roger's brain wasn't injured in the accident, but it was so traumatized by what happened to him that something disconnected the desire to talk. He wants to talk. But at the same time, on a deeper level, he never wants to talk again, and that deeper level is in control." "But he will talk eventually," said Alice. Roger heard Mary choking back tears. "We don't know." she said. "Dr. Roth said in some cases the hysterical mutism lasts the rest of the patient's life. He was starting to tell me the percentages, but I stopped him and told him that I didn't want to know. "I told him I would do everything he told me, that I would keep on doing it until Roger talked again, and I would never give up. But he said that if there was no progress after a certain point, I would have to change my attitude or it could destroy my life. "I'm so scared, Alice. Each time we go in Dr. Roth asks me what I've been doing and how Roger reacted. I can tell he's not hopeful. If he tells me I have to live with the fact that Roger will never speak again, I think I'll go insane." "No you won't," said Alice. "You're a strong woman, and I know you'll pull yourself together and learn to deal with it." Roger heard Mary crying and Alice calming her down. "It sounds crazy," said Mary, "but if something had happened to Roger's throat and he was physically unable to speak, I think I could have handled that. But knowing that he can talk to me but doesn't want to makes me fall apart. Yes, I know he really does want to talk on a certain level. But that doesn't help." Roger closed his eyes. All his concentration on the conversation in the next room had made him tired and he soon drifted off again. There was a smile on his face as he thought of Mary's words. He would soon tell her how much he loved her and how he was going to make it up to her for all the worry and unhappiness she was going through. If the doctor said he could talk, there was nothing that was going to stop him from talking. "It's so strange talking about Roger with him sitting right here with us." said Alice. "It doesn't seem right." "Dr. Roth said it's fine." said Mary. "He said there was no reason for me to keep anything a secret. The sooner Roger adjusts, the sooner we can move on. I'm pretty sure he can hear everything we're saying. Watch his eyes. You can see him reacting. He's still weak and it's going to take a lot longer until he's strong enough to take care of himself. But Dr. Roth is sure that eventually he will recover completely, except for his voice." "You're a lot calmer about it now than you were a few weeks ago." "You're right." said Mary. "Dr. Roth finally convinced me that I was acting like a martyr. He said I needed to heal as much as Roger did, that I needed to think of myself more than I had been doing. "At first, I resisted, but then I tried it. And you know what? It worked. I feel better now than I've felt since the accident. I realize that I had started resenting Roger because he can talk but he won't. Because of him, my life is going to be a lot more difficult from now on. "I was trying to deny these thoughts, but now I can think them without feeling guilty. And I love you so much for letting me express my anger and bitterness without judging me and looking at me like I'm a monster. You are the best friend anyone could ever have, and I'm so grateful to you. "I'm thinking all sorts of things now that I probably was suppressing before, like he's suppressing his speaking. I'm not even ashamed to tell you that there are times when I actually hate Roger for what he's doing to me." "But it's not his fault." said Alice. "The drunk driver in the other car slammed into his door without warning. There is nothing he could have done." "I know," said Mary, "but that's not what I'm talking about. He's not responsible for the accident, but Roger is no innocent. For instance, I know he's been screwing someone at his office." "Shut up! Roger would never cheat on you." "Did you see how he just jumped?" said Mary. "He even told me about her. She's a spitfire named Celia." Roger tried to say, "No, no, Mary, you're wrong," but his lips didn't move. "He said she had gone after five or six married men at work and had affairs with all of them," said Mary, "and she had told him he was next. He laughed about it and told me I didn't have anything to worry about because he wasn't attracted to sluts. I was in denial and pretended to believe him, but deep down I know that he was only telling me to protect himself in case someone mentioned anything about her to me." "I can't believe it." said Alice. "Do you think he's still seeing her?" No, no, no, no, Roger thought. I never touched her. I've always been faithful, Mary. You have to believe that. "He won't anymore." said Mary. "One of these days, he's going to be strong enough to have sex again, but he'll screw like an animal. Maybe he'll grunt. But he'll never tell me that he loves me ever again. I'm realizing just how much I needed his lies, and I'll never hear them again." "I can't believe what you're saying," said Alice. "I've never heard you like this." "I think I've been putting up with a lot because of the children." said Mary. "I'm starting to adjust to the future. Roger is not going to be making a living anymore. We can live on our savings and the settlement. It will be enough to be comfortable. Once he can take care of himself, maybe I'll go back to work. That's all I can look forward to. This is the way it's going to be. What can he do now? It's all on me. "You know, I was thinking about sneaking out to find a man who could talk to me as well as make love to me, but then I thought, why should I? I can invite him over here. Roger won't be strong enough to do anything about it for a while." "That's sick." said Alice. "I've thought of something even sicker." said Mary. "I'm going to put the restraints on Roger that keep him from falling out of the hospital bed at night, and then I'm going to screw the guy on the couch in the bedroom while he watches." Roger began shaking. They both looked at him. "He's hearing everything." said Alice. "Look what you're doing to him." "Maybe he'll shake like that while he watches." said Mary. "I'll be watching him the whole time if he does, because it will really turn me on to see him humiliated and agitated. I'll probably have the best orgasms of my life." "You actually sound serious." said Alice. "I'm dead serious." said Mary. "Have you ever had an affair, Alice?" "I almost did once, when I was really angry at Jim. Now I can't even remember why. It was the same kind of thing -- revenge. Some sales guy at a store started flirting with me, and I stopped myself at the last moment." "Do you know any single studs who are looking for something purely physical?" said Mary. "No married men. I wouldn't do to their wives what Roger did to me." Alice laughed. "Maybe I do." she said. "You're starting to get me aroused with this kind of talk. And you made me think of something else. Let's go to your computer. This is really sick, but I want to show you something. This has got me so hot, I'm going to attack Jim the minute he comes in the door. He won't know what hit him. But he won't complain." "Let's get Roger back to bed, and then we can go to the computer." said Mary. Roger tried to struggle as they led him to the bedroom, but he didn't resist much. He suddenly felt weak. After Mary gently tucked him in, he tossed and turned for a while and then fell into an exhausted sleep. "I think he's stirring," said Alice. "Yes," said Mary as she sat down next to the bed and leant over to look at Roger's face. She was smiling but also twitching nervously. "You really are excited." said Alice. "Why won't you tell me what's going on?" "He has to be awake first," she said. "Since that's the most exciting part. He's blinking and looking up at me now. I'm going to give him a big kiss. There. You see. He's wide awake now." "Look how he's trying to move away from you." said Alice. She moved a step closer to the bed. "His eyes are crazy. What have you done to him?" "Hardly anything yet," said Mary, "but he knows what I'm going to do now, because I tried it out yesterday. He's going to put on a show for you. And you are the producer." "What do you mean?" "I mean, without you, none of this would be possible." said Mary. "When you showed me those stories, I thought it was just amusing that you were reading that trash and imagining yourself doing those horrible things to your husband." "I told you, Mary," said Alice. "My husband never comes into my mind when I read those. It's like he's in a different life. And it hasn't affected us at all. The only thing that's changed is that now I never get upset when he's not as horny as I am. If he's not home or comes home late and tired, I have something to satisfy me." "I forgot you told me that. But it's different for me. The more I read the stories, the less I was amused and the more I was aroused. But not like you. I really imagined myself in those stories, and I imagined Roger as the husband that the wife was doing those things to. And then I started to realize that I could actually live out a lot of the things in those stories. "Today is just the first step. I put together some ideas from the stories into a show. You're the producer, I'm the director and Roger's the star. Look at him squirming. Even though he's not at full strength, I think he would probably find a way to get away if I didn't have those restraints on him." "They don't look very strong." "They're just the ones that came with the bed from the medical supply store." said Mary. "They're good enough for now, but I've already bought better ones, because in a month, he might be strong enough to break these." "So he's really recovering. Just not his voice." "Dr. Roth said he doesn't need to see him anymore." said Mary. "He doesn't think Roger will ever speak again, and I guess I've accepted it. At least, I'm not thinking about that because I'm too busy making plans for Roger and me." "What kind of plans?" "I'll tell you later, but let me do this first. It will give you a little idea. First, I'm going to get up and pull off Roger's pajama bottoms. Do you see how he's trying to move and prevent me? He's embarrassed by being humiliated in front of you. "Does that turn you on like it does me? Look at him go. But you can't stop me, Roger. I don't hear you objecting. Ha ha!" She pulled off Roger's pajama pants. He struggled and twisted to try to hide his genitals, but the restraints wouldn't let him move much. "There," said Mary. "Pretty impressive, isn't it, Alice? When I find the right man to screw while Roger watches, he's got to have one at least that big. "Now, I'm going to adjust the hospital bed so I can sit down here and work on Roger comfortably. You can sit in that chair, but I think you may want to stand up, so you can move around and see everything. "Now let me introduce you to Mr. Happiness. What do you think?" Roger had stopped moving and was just staring at Mary, but as soon as he saw the large lifelike flesh=colored dildo, he began twisting again, even more wildly. "It's pretty thick and long," said Alice. "Can you take all that --?" "Not me. This is Roger's new friend. Yes, it's big, but there was no problem yesterday. There's a little resistance at first, but eventually it goes in. This time I'm squirting more lube inside him with this nozzle. Look at him hold his breath and wrinkle his forehead when I start pressing Mr. Happiness there. "He's tightening up to try and keep it out. He's really working hard, but the grease is doing its job, and I feel it starting to slide in. He's trying to move away from it now, but I'm following him. Look at him move. I'm so hot already. "There. It's all the way in. But if I let go, he can push it right out again, so I'm putting a belt around it that attaches to the belt I put around his waist. Now it's locked in place." Roger was blowing out air rapidly trying to deal with the huge dildo stuffed into him. For a while the only sound in the room was him blowing and the bed creaking as his body jerked. Mary pointed to his cock and said, "Look! Even though he's uncomfortable and humiliated, the dildo is stimulating him. He can't help himself. He's scared and mortified -- but he's also aroused. "Say something, Roger. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is tell me. Haha! No, you're never going to say anything to me again, are you? Even though there's nothing wrong with your voice. Dr. Roth said you'd probably make sounds sometimes, but they would be unpredictable and not verbal. Let's see if I can make you grunt for Alice like you did for me yesterday. "Do you like the feeling of the lube on my left hand as I'm pumping your cock, Roger? You can't move far enough away to stop me, but it's fun watching you try. Let's start nice and slow and get a regular rhythm going. "Now let's add the right hand playing with your balls. You always loved that when we made love, didn't you, Roger? Look at that! Your cock is big and firm, and you're breathing hard. Look at Alice, Roger. She's getting all red watching you. When she goes home, I bet she does the same thing I'll do after she leaves. She'll think about what she's looking at now, and then she'll help herself to a great big orgasm or two. "But you're going to get to go first, Roger. I think you're ready now. Watch this, Alice! I'm pressing the button on the end of the dildo. It's pretty quiet, but I'm sure you can hear that hum above Roger's breathing. Look at him now. I think if we waited a while, he'd come all by himself, just from the vibration, but why wait. "I'll help you, Roger, with both hands. Look at you move now. You're trying to hold back, aren't you, but it's not going to happen. I hear you panting, and there, did you hear that, Alice? It's very soft, but I think that's how he moans now. He's about to come, so watch very closely what I'm doing. I saw this on one of the videos. Timing is everything. "That's it! He's about to spurt. So I quickly take my hands off his penis and grab his testicles with both hands and squeeze as hard as I can. Then I let go and squeeze again. And again. Look at that penis move back and forth as the come keeps spurting and he twists and makes that sound. He's in tremendous pain because I'm crushing his balls, but he can't keep from releasing his come. I'm squeezing it out, but he's not enjoying it at all. Did you see how he looked at you just now? I think the pain of his humiliation as you watch him is almost as much as the pain in his balls, but not quite. Ha ha! "There. It looks like I've squeezed it all out. I'm letting go, Roger. We're done. You can relax now while I wash my hands. Alice will keep an eye on you." When Mary came back into the bedroom, she said, "Well, what do you think, Alice? Say something. Or has this made you speechless, too?" Alice was staring at the limp penis and the puddles of come on Roger's stomach. "I, I don't know what to say." she said. "I had no idea seeing something like this would affect me the way it does. I mean, I've seen similar stuff on the Internet, but either it's acting or the husband is really getting off on it. Roger hated what you were doing, that's for sure. For some reason, that made it a hundred times more exciting." "This is just the beginning," said Mary. "I've got exciting plans." "Shouldn't we speak in the other room?" said Alice, looking at Roger, whose eyes were wide and staring at Mary. "No." said Mary. "I thought about keeping things secret and surprising Roger. But I decided it's even more exciting if he knows everything. Watching the fear on his face and his body trembling as he anticipates what's going to happen to him almost gives me an orgasm, even before I do anything. Let's watch him while I tell you some of the things I'm thinking about, because he's hearing this for the first time, too. "I'm still looking for the right man or men to have sex with while Roger watches and becomes a cuckold. Thanks to the phone numbers you gave me I've got a couple of dates already scheduled and they sound good so far. You understood that I'm looking only for men who want women just for sex. I'm not interested in any relationships." "Are you sure, Mary? As long as I've known you, most of your life has been devoted to Roger. If you can't love him anymore, I think you need someone else to love. You're going against your nature." "I thought of that," said Mary. "How can I do what I'm going to do? How can I even think of these things? But when I look at Roger now, I don't have any of the feelings I used to have. "I now realize a large part of our relationship was sharing everything. We talked every day about him, about me, about the children, about the future. When I finally accepted that this was gone forever, all of my feelings toward him began to change. You know, at our final appointment, Dr. Roth said that we could start having sex again if we were careful. But I have zero desire for Roger now. When I look at him staring at me, there is no feeling at all. "Well, there is some feeling. I guess it's disgust and anger. You know how there are certain things that irritate you about anyone - your best friend, even the man you love. You just automatically forgive those things. "But now, all I think of when I look at him are the things that bothered me. And of course, the biggest one is that affair with the tramp at the office. I can't believe how much I hate him for that. I think maybe my mind is making a big thing out of it so I can justify what I'm doing to him, but right now, I'm so furious that I can't wait until the day he's watching me make love to some stud and realizing that's as close as he'll get to having sex with me for the rest of his life. "And that won't even be the worst humiliation. I'm going to watch him having sex, too, and that's why I'm looking for another man." Speechless "What do you mean? Roger's not gay." "Of course, he's not." said Mary. "That's why I'm going to find a huge, muscular giant with a cock to match. I can't wait to see him do Roger. Can you imagine the pain and humiliation? Would you like to come over and watch? I'm going to video them, so I can watch whenever I want." "That could be dangerous," said Alice. "There's AIDS, and Roger could get torn down there. I don't think you want that." "Everything will be planned carefully. I want to hurt and humiliate Roger but nothing permanent. Before I introduce Roger to his lover I'm going to prepare him. Watch this." Roger was listening to the conversation and looking mostly at Mary, with occasional glances at Alice. His mind was reeling. This couldn't be his wife, who loved him passionately and had been breaking his heart after the accident with her loving attentiveness and attempts to coax him to speak again, the wife who broke down in tears when he couldn't respond. This couldn't be the loving mother of his two children. This couldn't be the woman he was planning to travel the world with him now that the children were away at State . He knew it was her concern for him that was driving her into temporary insanity. He wished he could tell her that he understood and would forget what he had just heard. But what was he thinking? It would be a long time before he was strong enough to prevent Mary from doing the crazy things she was talking about. Alice didn't seem to be much help. After her initial shock she even seemed to be encouraging Mary's wild schemes. Mary was going to destroy their marriage unless he could find a way to escape and get help. He watched as Mary picked up some things from the dresser and walked over to the bed. "I watched some bondage videos, but I realized I'm not into all the hardware." said Mary. "I want as little restraint as possible, just what's necessary. Watch how simple this is. Mary put a cloth belt around Roger's waist and connected the buckle. There were small metal rings all around it. She attached restraints to his wrists and ankles. Straps connected the restraints and were pulled through some of the rings on the belt. His knees were pulled tightly into his chest and his wrists were connected to his ankles. "Look what I've done, Alice," she said when she had finished. "I've made him helpless and I've also totally exposed his butt so it's ready for me to prepare him for his lover. "I'm not going to use dildos, because I've been watching those videos where the women stick their fists into the man's ass. I like the ones where they pretend the man doesn't like it and he's restrained, a bit like Roger is right now. With Roger, it won't be pretending. His emotions will be totally real. There just won't be any sound, except those soft grunts, but many of those videos don't have sound anyway. "I'm going to be careful and use a lot of lube and open him up to three and four fingers before I put my whole hand in. I'm also going to try something else I've seen. I'll pump his penis with my left hand while my right hand moves in and out of his ass until he comes. I may have to use Viagra but I'm going to do it. I'll squeeze his balls at the end like I did just now. He'll have pain in his ass and in his balls and still spurt. That will be amazing. "You're really red in the face, Alice. You could watch me do everything if you agree to video it. I would give you a copy of all the videos." "I can't believe you're going to do that." said Alice. "You're going to turn Roger into a babbling idiot." "That's right," said Mary, "except he won't babble. All he can do is make those little whispery sounds like you heard before. Even though he can't talk it would be great if he would at least be able to moan or scream, but all I can expect are those little sounds or maybe a quiet grunt if we're lucky. I've been thinking about talking while I do those things. Maybe I can humiliate him verbally at the same time I'm doing it physically. What do you think?" "I don't know what to think, Mary. I still can't believe what you're saying. I've just thought of something. What happens when Roger gets all his strength back?" "Oh, I thought of that a while ago. When we were still seeing Dr. Roth I told him that Roger was sometimes getting so agitated about his voice that he was losing control and even getting violent and that I could handle it but I was worried about my safety when he got stronger. I said I didn't want to institutionalize Roger, so he wrote me some prescriptions for various strength sedatives. "I'm going to start experimenting with them. Some of them will turn Roger into a helpless vegetable for hours at a time. Others just make his muscles relax and his mind foggy so he can't really do much without my help. I'm going to figure out what I need to do to keep him from getting out of hand when he's not restrained. Of course, when I'm working on him I don't want him to be doped up. So I'll restrain him while he's medicated and wait until he's fully alert before I start." "I don't know." said Alice. "You better be careful. If you make even the slightest mistake when you're drugging him and he escapes, he could be dangerous. After what you're going to do to him, he might kill you without even thinking." "Don't worry, I've thought of everything. And I'll be testing my ideas next weekend when Nancy and Phillip are home from college." "Oh my god! I forgot about your kids. What are you going to do?" "I'll tell you next week after they leave." said Mary. "There's the camera," said Mary. "Have you decided whether you're going to be my videographer?" "Well, after the last time I was here, I had trouble sleeping a couple of nights," Alice said, "but I realized that it wasn't because I was feeling bad about what you are going to do to Roger. It was because I was incredibly excited. So I guess I'm going to get involved. I just hope you're careful, because I don't want anybody hurt, and I don't want to go to jail." "Don't worry. Everything's going to be great and the fun starts today. Look at Roger. Now watch his face as I open this drawer and take out these pieces of paper." "Wow!" said Alice. "He really looks like he's seen a ghost. What's on the papers?" "When the kids were home last weekend, he managed to get me out of his bedroom and using hand gestures, he got them to give him a pen and some paper. Look what he wrote." "Oh!" said Alice. "What did the kids do?" "They brought it straight to me because each time they called in the last few weeks, I've been telling them that Roger is becoming unstable and that he has strange paranoid fantasies. They asked me what they were and I told them I hoped they would never have to find out. When they read what he wrote, they were shocked, but they comforted me and told me that maybe I should get some help with him. I told them I was handling it, but if it got out of hand, I wouldn't hesitate to bring in someone." "I never would have imagined that your mind could be so devious," said Alice. "I wouldn't have either, but like other people in extreme situations I've learned to adapt. I was thinking about what you said last time, Alice, and I decided that you made a good point. I can't be too careful. "Watch what I'm doing now. See how I'm grabbing Roger's balls and pulling them slowly straight up. His sack is stretching as far as it can. See now it's starting to hurt him, so he's trying to lift his butt even though the restraint holding his legs back makes it so that he can only roll back. "Look at the position of his body and his testicles? Do you think you can do what I'm doing now, Alice?" "I guess so." she said with some reluctance in her voice. "I thought you only wanted me to do the videos and that you were the only one who would touch Roger." "This is the only time you're going to touch him. But I need your help to emasculate him." Alice screamed, and Roger lifted off the bed, fell back and began struggling against his restraints. Mary let go of his testicles, and he began moving sideways as much as he could. He also tried to move back, but all he could do was roll and raise his buttocks higher in the air for a moment and then roll forward again. "You can't be serious!" said Alice after catching her breath. "Yes." said Mary. "After you warned me last time about how dangerous Roger could be if I made a mistake with his meds, I did some research, and I think I found the solution. I was hesitant at first, but then I realized that I had no desire to ever make love with him again, so it didn't matter. It really works together. His vocal cords won't produce any words, and soon his testicles won't produce any testosterone. "That will change his body a little. He will lose muscle mass and become softer and weaker. It also affects his mind. He'll be more docile and accepting of our new reality. His personality won't be strong and forceful anymore. He won't be the take-charge guy I fell in love with. He'll be the guy who likes to be told what to do, who likes to please. "It will actually be better for him, because I'll be able to reduce the drug doses, and everyone will be safe. Do you see how this makes sense?" "So I'm going to hold them up and stretch them out like that while you cut them off? I'm sorry, Mary, but I don't think I can do that. Oh, look!" Roger's bed was moving as he threw himself violently to the right and left. They watched him quietly. "This is good." said Mary finally. Her voice was steely and calm. "He's going to tire himself out, and that will make it a lot easier for us." "No, Mary, I can't!" said Alice. "Don't be silly, Alice, I'm not going to cut anything. While you stretch his ball sack, I'm going to tie some string around it, right where it connects to his body. I've read all about this. I'll tie the string really tight and then make a knot. That's all there is to it. "Nothing is going to happen today, but the string will reduce the circulation to his testicles, and gradually, they will begin to change color. I'll be able to tell in a couple of days if the string is tight enough. If not, I'll tie some more strings and make them even tighter. Eventually, the testicles will get dark because no blood is getting to them, and they'll begin to wither away. Sometimes, they just become little flaps of skin, and sometimes, I heard, they actually drop off like a scab. Either way, they'll be gone and so will his resistance." "Well, I'll try." said Alice, looking at Roger. "But the way he's going, I don't think we'll be able to do it today. I've never seen him this upset since the first time you started talking about your plans. Look at how far the bed has moved. I think he's as strong as he ever was. Are you sure that restraint is going to hold?" "Absolutely." said Mary, never taking her eyes off of him. "This is amazing. He knows he can't stop me, but he's going on pure adrenalin and fear - and all that testosterone he's soon going to lose. He's magnificent, like a wild animal. Let's just watch him. I want to enjoy this moment to the maximum. There's never been anything as exciting as this before in my life, and there probably never will be again. In a few minutes, he's going to be exhausted, and then we can get to work." "I don't know about that. He seems to be moving more violently than before. Listen to the bed scraping." "He can't keep it up forever. I wonder what he's thinking." Roger wasn't thinking much when Mary and Alice had started talking. He was feeling numb. When Mary pulled out the message he had scribbled for his children, he had felt the air being sucked out of him. He knew he was doomed, and as he realized that, his mind left his body. He was no longer connected to the body lying in that grotesque position on the hospital bed He watched the body move with curiosity. The thing was like a chicken with its head chopped off. It was already as good as dead, but it didn't know it, and it kept going in a crazy imitation of life. Roger heard it inside his head. That thing on the bed was talking right into his brain, saying crazy words, a flood of words that repeated themselves. "Bitch!" the dying body was telling him. "Evil bitch! Evil bitch. Bitch. Kill you! Kill you! Kill! Destroy you bitch! Destroy! No! Stop! No! Bitch! Help! Kill! Bitch! Destroy! No! Help! No! Help! Help! Help! Help!" The dying body was moving wildly now. "Help! Help! Help!" it kept repeating. Roger listened and knew the end was near. The body's voice was getting louder and more desperate as it repeated the word over and over and moved the bed violently. And then Roger noticed that each time the body screamed the word out, there was a pulling sensation. The body was pulling him back to die inside it. Roger tried to close his ears, so he couldn't hear the screams of "Help!," but it was no good. The screams got louder, and they were pulling him back inside that grotesque thing on the bed. He was going to die inside it. He tried to resist, but the body took over and all he could hear was the body screaming into his mind. "Help! Help! Help!" The two women watched the Roger's movements and heard the sound of the bed scraping the floor. "What was that?" said Alice. "Did the bed hit something?" "I didn't hear anything." said Mary, staring at Roger. "There it is again." said Alice. "Maybe it's something that can hurt him. Should I look?" "No, I think you're imagining things." "I'm not imagining it." said Alice. "That was louder. You must have heard that." She looked at Mary, whose eyes were riveted on her husband. The sound was now repeating in a strange rhythm with Roger's movements and the bed's scraping. And it was getting louder. Mary jumped up, and Alice jumped up a second later. The sound was still barely audible, but it was definitely getting louder, and the women heard it as they stood staring at Roger. Then they both began screaming at the same time and they kept screaming as the sound got louder. They ran at each other and put their arms around the other. They continued to scream as they held each other. Then they began to jump up and down, still holding each other. The sound was getting louder, and it was a scream, too. A horrible scream, an almost unintelligible scream. It was coming from Roger, forming into a word, a word that repeated over and over. "Help!" Alice stopped screaming first. She was still holding Mary tight as she began yelling. "You did it! You did it!" she yelled. "You did it, Mary! It worked!" Tears were running down her face and down Mary's face, too. But Mary kept screaming and so did Roger. Then Mary let go of Alice, who almost fell over. Mary spoke calmly to Alice. "Call Dr. Roth and see how soon he can get here." she said. "And then call Nancy and Phillip. I have their cell phone numbers by the phone in the kitchen." "They told me they wouldn't leave my house until they heard from me so I'll just call home." "Go." said Mary, wiping the tears away from her face with her hands. She turned to her husband, who was still screaming. Now he was screaming other words at her. "Bitch, kill, stop, no, help!" he screamed. "Roger..." said Mary but he didn't hear her. She began yelling as loud as she could, trying to be heard over his screams. "Roger, Roger, Roger, I love you so much!" she yelled as she threw a sheet over his naked body. "Keep screaming. Yes, Roger, you want to kill me. Tell me how much you want to kill the bitch. Tell me again. I'm leaving right now but I'll be right back. Yes, keep screaming while I'm gone. "See how fast I came back, Roger. I love to hear you screaming. It's music to my ears. I can't let you loose yet, Roger, because you might hurt me, but I'm going to bring your legs down. It might be dangerous to free your legs or arms now, but I'm going to put some more sheets over you so you're not naked when Dr. Roth and the kids get here. "I don't think you can hear me yet, but I have to tell you anyway. I'll tell you again later. The kids never went back to school last weekend. They've been waiting for this. They've been waiting to hear you. They know everything, Roger, and they helped me. "Dr. Roth told us that when love and encouragement don't work with patients who have hysterical mutism, there is only one other thing to try, and that usually doesn't work. It's called 'scaring back,' and he said it has to be more frightening than the scariest horror film. The patient has to be so frightened that the expression of fear becomes the highest priority for the disturbed mind, more important than the mutism. The patient has to be scared insane before the mind can become healthy again. "I'm sorry about what I did to you in front of Alice, Roger, but I had to make you believe I was a monster. When you've finished screaming and begin talking again, you have to thank Dr. Roth and the children, but most of all you have to thank Alice. She is the one who helped me think of all the horrible things I've been telling you, and I couldn't have played my role the way I did without her. I almost went out of my mind, but she held me together. I have to thank her for the rest of my life because she gave me back my husband. "Can you hear me, Roger? You're back. You're complete again. You're well. Dr. Roth will give you something for you to take at night. He said if this worked, it would give you nightmares for a while and I have to expect you to sometimes act strangely toward me when you are awake. But I don't care how long it takes, and I don't care what terrible things you say to me. All that matters is that you are well and this treatment worked. "Yes, keep screaming, Roger. I love you so much, and I'm so happy, I'm going to scream with you. Bitch! Kill, help! Stop, bitch! Kill, help!"