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Fall From Grace

By: curious2c



How a wife failed to understand her husband.

My husband worked hard to provide for us. We had no children yet, and since he was only twenty?eight, and I was only twenty?five, we had decided to wait until we were in our early thirties. Our thinking was that we would be more 'set' in life and able to better take care of our kids then.

Well then I messed up my marriage in a very real, painful, and probably unforgivable way. It all started one afternoon. Cleaning my husband's home office, I stumbled across a magazine. It had letters from people. They were very erotic. Mostly they were about the more private aspects of their marriages.

I couldn't believe what some of these people had supposedly done. I read stories about wives having sex with one, two or even larger numbers of strangers. How some husbands had encouraged and even watched or participated in their sexual depravities. I was shocked at first, never realizing that MY husband would have such 'reading' material in his possession.

I found myself reading most of the letters and I guess, trying to understand my husband's motivation for liking this stuff. I also had a curiosity about these people and their relationships. How could a man watch his wife have sex with another man? Why would a woman do such a thing?

After reading most of the stories, I put the magazine back exactly where I had found it. I never mentioned it to my husband. I tried to put those words out of my mind. How some of the women had been so sexually gratified and fulfilled in their slutty behavior was beyond me.

A week later cleaning the den again, I dug out that magazine only to find three more sitting underneath it. His 'collection' was growing. In my curious state of mind, reading them didn't seem like such a bad thing. Perusing through them thoughts came to mind, unbidden, but very stimulating. Soon I was in a very serious way, horny, as I had ever been. 

Breaking away from my reading, thinking about the whorish and slutty ways these wives enjoyed themselves had put me into the mood to do something that I hadn't done since High School, that being to masturbate. Which became a great release for the fire inside me.

From that day on, while my husband was at work, his wife read and masturbated. His collection grew to ten magazines. Some of the stories had definite marks of wear and tear. They involved the wife having a group of black men taking her and using her as their personal slut.

My thoughts soon became, after days of reading and fantasizing, that I was one of those women. I was the slut; I was the plaything of all of those huge big blacks. They would use me in so many ways. They took my anal virginity, made me swallow their cum, and they would fuck me in two's and three's for hours on end. They were demanding of me and treated me like their personal whore.

After several weeks the 'need for read' as I thought of it, became an overpowering addiction. Spending as much as two or three hours of my day masturbating, reading, and dreaming of how I could be a good slut too.



There were some benefits to my being addicted to these stories. My husband got sex almost every night, and even though it was only vaginal, well... he was happier than I had seen him. I still wouldn't go down on him, although he had tried to get me to, I would however let him, on occasion, go down on me. He seemed to really like licking and sucking on my pussy even if I was reluctant to let him.

I had been brought up in a very strict and religious house. My father had been a minister and therefore I had a pretty sheltered life. Ted, my husband, took my virginity on our wedding night. I found it to be a 'nice' feeling and even had an orgasm. The pain had been pretty hard for a bit, but by the third night, well, I looked forward to having sex with Ted a lot. I couldn't bring myself to show him how much I liked it though, being so inhibited by my bringing up. I didn't want Ted, my new husband, to think that his wife was a wanton slut.

One night, after dinner, I hinted about his 'collection'. Ted became upset and even a little mad at me.

"Jane, why would you snoop through my desk? You should know that is my private spot. I never go through your vanity or your purse, or even God forbid, your diary. Why would you invade my privacy like this?"

I knew that I had really hurt him. On the other hand, I was miffed that he thought to sneak around and use magazines for sexual relief. Wasn't I, his wife, attractive enough for him? Didn't I turn him on enough? I finally blurted that out.

"Ted, I am your wife. You should be getting turned on by me not some porno magazine. Those stories are, are, well, I can't believe that you would read trash like that."

I had realized towards the end of my barrage at him, that I had been reading that 'trash', I had been masturbating over those stories, I had been fantasizing about those men, I wanted to deep down experience something like that in my life.

"Jane, have you been reading those magazines? Tell me you haven't been reading them too."

Embarrassed, I could only silently look at the floor. Ted took my silence as a positive answer.

"Jane, you don't understand at all. Those magazines are not mine, they are...well who's they are is not important. What is important is the fact that I don't read them and you shouldn't even know about them."

"What do you mean you don't read them Ted? I have seen those parts that are almost worn through the pages where you have been obviously reading them over and over."

My indignance at his claim of those magazines not being his inflamed my temper. How dare he accuse me of doing something bad when HE was the one who had brought them into my house to begin with.

"You just don't understand Jane. I can't tell you any more than that. They...are...not...mine...just drop it. Please?"

We went to bed mad at each other, and for the first time in several weeks we had no sex. My anger was stuck in my head for days afterwards. I still read and masturbated. Ted tried to get me to have sex and I refused. 

"You tell me the truth about those magazines and I will think about letting you have a little Ted."  I was being very stubborn. Ted, for his part still refused to talk about them. 

One day when I went to the desk, I found that they were all gone. He had gotten rid of them or moved them somewhere else. I tore the house apart looking for them, never finding them. When Ted got home the mess the house was in stunned him. I was in our bedroom frantically masturbating, just having an orgasm when he walked in.

"Jane! What on earth have you been doing?"

"I have been masturbating Ted. Haven't you ever heard of masturbating? Oh yeah, sure you have because those women in 'those' magazines masturbated a quite a bit for their lovers."

I was horny, mad, frustrated, and tired of Ted's refusal to tell me about those damn magazines. I also needed to get him off balance so that he wouldn't get the upper hand with me.

"What have you done to the house? It looks like a tornado hit the place."

"Fuck you Ted. You are always on my case about the most stupid things. You won't even admit that you like those magazines.  You know what Ted? I LIKE those magazines. I have read them, and I liked what I read." I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. The chasm between us deepened even more after that.

We went for a month with just per functionary words between us. Words like, 'How much milk do we have?' or "Did you get the mail?" We said nothing personal or loving at all. I had refused Ted sex for this whole time and he was getting very uptight about the situation.

One night he gently pushed me into our recliner. 

"Jane, we can't go on like this. Why are you being so stubborn? Can't you just forget this? Look, I am sorry about those magazines. I wasn't reading them, you have to trust me on that."

For the first time in weeks I wavered. I finally knew that he must be very embarrassed about my finding them like I had. I decided that if we were going to stay married I had better get over it, and now seemed like the perfect time to relent.

"I'm sorry Ted. It's just those magazines disturbed me. The thought of you reading them instead of coming to me for your thrills hurt. I love you and don't want to lose you Ted. I am sorry."

He swept me onto my feet and hugged my tightly. His lips were dancing all over my face and neck. I was horny too. I knew that we were going to have some great sex tonight for sure.

"Jane honey, I love you too, and I am glad that you apologized to me. I have always only wanted you sweetie, and you have been the only one I have thought about sexually. Just you and me only, no one else. I am glad that you understand that they were not mine and that is the important thing now."

I decided to let Ted think that I believed him. I knew deep down he did love me even if he couldn't bring himself to tell me why he had gotten those magazines. For the first time in a month we had very intimate sex.

He held me tightly in his arms, kissing me. I became active too. I rubbed against him, feeling his hardness. His cock was so nice and hard. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. I stroked it, outside his pants. I could still feel it throb and move as I ran my hand over it. His desire was inflaming me.

His hands were on my back and they started down, grasping the cheeks of my bottom. I could feel them pulling on my dress, lifting it oh so slowly upwards. The cool evening air wafting through our open window brushed lightly over my bottom causing shivers to run through me.

I unzipped his pants, and then unbuttoned them. They fell to the floor. I pushed his underwear down and bent a bit to get them to fall down over his knees. When they were in a puddle on the floor around his ankles, he worked off his shoes, and then stepped out of the clothes at his feet.

I fought an irresistible urge to reach out with my tongue and lick his cock. I wanted to. I was still too inhibibited to let him know that his wife was fast becoming a real slut.

Meanwhile, I had unbuttoned his shirt and had it off of his shoulders. Naked, he hugged my body tightly to his. Holding me, then lifting me, he carried me into our bedroom. As he set me down on the floor to stand before him, he pulled my dress up and over my head, leaving me in bra and panties. I was so wet my panties had a huge spot almost dripping as I stood before my loving husband. He removed my bra with a practiced hand, baring my breasts to his view. I shuddered as I realized that I loved him looking at my body. I could see his need in his eyes. My nipples hardened, begging for a touch of his tongue. My panties followed my bra, tossed over to the side of the room. 

My hands were holding his hard, hot, shaft. I wanted him like never before. I wanted him to 'take' me like one of those sluts in his magazines. I wanted to be used, and used hard. I wanted him to force my submission to his will. I wanted to be his slut. His whore. I was so on fire with desire and need that I was almost ready to cry.

His hands were fondling my breasts. Pinching my nipples he rolled them and pulled gently on them. I wanted him to be rougher. I needed him to be more forceful. He was being too gentle with me. Insanely, I pushed him down onto the bed. I followed his body, landing on top of him. My pussy was dripping wet and I wanted his hardness deep in me NOW.

He looked into my eyes and started to say something. I kissed him hard and deep, preventing him from saying anything to ruin my mood at this point. My pussy lips opened up and once I got in the right position, I enveloped his penis, his hard hot cock, deep into my wet, needful pussy. I was telling myself, cock, Jane, cock! I wanted to act or rather, be the slut for Ted that I thought he wanted me to be.

We made love for hours. Ted was drained when I finally got too tired to go on. I had fucked him royally. I had been the most active fuck bunny tonight. I let him eat me out twice. I even gave his cock a little lick with my tongue at one point, but couldn't bring myself to go any farther.

Ted was curious about my new persona. I never gave him a chance to ask, I went to the bathroom and showered. When I got out he was asleep. Lying in bed next to him I watched his face for a long time that night. I just wanted to look at him, study his face. I guess I was trying to 'see' those stories in his head and get a feel for what he was thinking when he read them.

We got a long much better for the next months. I really got sexed up and kept Ted busy in bed almost every night. He even mentioned that he liked the 'new' me. Our anniversary was coming up so we made plans to go out of town and have a week in Las Vegas. Kind of like a second honeymoon. 

Ted took me downtown and we went on a shopping spree, buying me new clothes. I decided to get some really daring dresses, the kind that I hadn't until now had the nerve to wear. I was blessed with a great body, but I had never felt 'right' exposing it in anyway. I had been lucky to get fairly large breasts, but with them had come my parents drilling me to keep them covered in bland, almost ugly clothes. Baggy sweatshirts, loose high?necked dresses.

With my new outlook on life, I wanted to get racy, and be sexy in dress and actions. Ted didn't know what to think about my new dress code, but I could tell he loved it. He was proud to be walking by such a sexy, desirable 'babe' as he put it. Especially since that 'babe' was his wife.

I got some real sexy lingerie, some short, very short, low?cut dresses; one dress was silk, a one piece in black, with a plunging neckline front and back. My belly button was just about exposed, as well as the swell at the top of my butt. In the mirror in the changing booth I could see the very start of the 'crack' of my butt. There was no way that I could wear a bra, or for that matter panties with it. My breasts were visible on both sides, and the material barely covered my nipples. It made me feel so wanton. So, well, slutty. I didn't let Ted see this one. I wanted to surprise him in Vegas one night. 

To complement my new dresses, I got some spike high heels. They had about six?inch heels, and I practiced walking in them at home. Ted didn't know about them either. This one particular look was going to knock his socks off. (More than that I hoped!)

On the day we flew out to Vegas, Ted was quiet. He had something on his mind. Arriving at the hotel, he left me standing at the front desk while he made a quick phone call to someone. Later, on our way to our room, he told me some bad news.

"I have to go to work on Monday. The boss has scheduled an important meeting that I have to attend. I will try to get a red?eye flight Monday night so that I can be back to spend the rest of our week together."

"Ted, you promised that we would be here for the whole six days."

I was extremely disappointed. He could tell that this was going to upset me; it was probably what had preoccupied him on the way out here.

"Jane, I promise that I will do my best. Please don't be mad, we still have most of the week ahead of us honey, we can still have a lot of fun. Besides, I really do not have a choice in the matter, it involves my department in particular."

I knew that there was no way around this. His overbearing boss was always doing things like this to him. Stay late, work the weekend, take your vacation later, it was most aggravating to me. Actually to both of us, I really wasn't being fair to Ted at the moment.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I know that you are not doing this on purpose. I will be all right. It will be fun. Let's go to our room, and maybe we can get an early start on our fun."

Our room was very nice. The bed was huge, and we also had a Jacuzzi in the bathroom. We put away our things, then settled in. Getting undressed, I tried to be as sexy and seductive as I could. The effect was not lost on Ted. By the time I was naked, he was in bed with a nice hard erection. 

"Is that all for me?"

"Who else is here Jane? Who else would I have something like this for? Only one person in the world, you Jane." I knelt on the bed and prowled up to him on my hands and knees. As I straddled his body, I stuck my tongue out and started to lick my way up his chest to his mouth. Hands intertwined, we began to grind against each other. Soon I had his cock in my pussy, and I was literally bouncing on my husband. It didn't take long and we both went over the edge. As I felt his hot spray of his love hitting the sides and back of my pussy, I went into a big orgasm. It seemed to go for a long time. 

Lying together later, I had an urge to play with his cock. As I fondled him, he began to move around. Soon, Ted had his head at my wet, sloppy pussy. His tongue sent little shocks through me. He had gone down on me after having fucked me only once before, that being just a week ago. I was so into the moment, I didn't even think to try and stop him. In almost no time at all I was rolling through several small but very satisfying orgasms. 

In the morning, we went out and gambled for a bit. Then we took in a couple of shows. That evening we were in the hotel lounge having some after dinner drinks. A live band was playing and being in a dancing mood I pried Ted out of our seats and began to dance with him.

"Honey, can we go up to our room and change? I don't' know about you, but I would like to have a shower. Afterwards, we could come down and dance to your hearts content."

"O.K. Ted, but no sex until after we have had some dance time in. I have a surprise for you, and believe me I think you will go crazy about it after we get back."

I had an idea that this would be a good time for that black silk dress and those sexy high heels. I figured that I could slip off the heels to dance, and then putting them on to leave, well, I could really put on a show for my horny husband.

As Ted was showering, I got to thinking about those magazines. I also thought back to the two times he had licked me after cumming in my pussy. That was something new in our love life, and I was sure at that moment that Ted was imagining licking the cum of other men out of me. The cum of other BLACK men.

I then decided that maybe, since we were going a bit wild here, I could dance with some black guy's and really get Ted worked up. Maybe, if I liked the situation, and I thought that Ted was into it, I would even go a little bit farther than dance. I was feeling so wicked, and slutty at that point. I wouldn't have sex with any of them, just some flirting and possibly some light petting. Make Ted a little jealous in order to get him on edge for some wild sex.

When Ted got out of the shower, I was dressed and had a coat over my sexy new dress. He saw the heels and looked up to my face with such a lustful stare that I almost took off the coat. I didn't want to go and have sex now and miss the live dance though, so I just got him to get dressed and we went down to the lounge.

Arriving at the lounge, there was a fair crowd. I saw quite a few black men hanging around and dancing. Ted got us a table in the back of the place. It was darker there, and the table had enclosed booth on both sides so it was very private. In the mood I was in this was even better.

As Ted removed my coat, I heard a ripple of gasps and other comments go throughout the bar. Ted stood frozen by my side as my new dress and most of his wife's body came into view. He was just standing there, gawking at me. Tickled by his response, I teased him a bit by leaning towards the table and putting my purse clear across to the other side, at the back. This move caused my dress to slink away from my breasts and gave a good show to him and several other men in the vicinity. Most of those other men being strong looking and black.


Fall From Grace



The sun beat down on the gardens of the D’Amissi Convent’s gardens and baked the soil as Catherine Nerina knelt to the ground with her basket of ripened tomatoes to pick the next handful of small, luscious fruits. The vines were generous this season and she had plenty to gather for sale at the market in the village of Ambra. The Convent was nestled on a hillside looking over Ambra, a small sun drenched village outside of Florence. Catherine looked around her bare feet at the rich soil and glanced up to where she believed Heaven might be in the sky, and gave thanks for the season’s good fortune. Lifting up the now heavy basket against her hip, she made her way to the stone staircase at the back of the convent and started down the long narrow hallway to the kitchen. Sister Maria Alconisoni and Sister Francesca Montenera were already in the kitchen, tending to the large pot that boiled over the hearth, filled with a thin soup and a strong oder that tantalized her senses and made her stomach grumble a little with the thought of having dinner after the long day’s work. Catherine was not a nun, not yet, and it would likely be several more years before she was truly ready for the responsibility and amount of devotion needed to call herself a Sister of the cloth. Catherine understood this and respected the infinite wisdom of the Mother Abbess and the mysterious Father Hellarti, who was a spiritual advisor to the convent’s beloved Mother Abbess Lucia Magdelena. The mysterious priest only came to D’Amissi on several occasions, and none of them were very public or available to allow the sisters to meet the great man, but all knew him to be a very respected and powerful man. It was always a thing of great gossip when the priest visited D’Amissi. 

Catherine knew that the respected priest would be at D’Amissi this day, and she vowed to help her Mother Abbess to properly welcome the convent’s guest. She would prepare the table with the good linens, pick only the ripest, most succulent tomatoes for the soup and she would make sure the brass mantle, the silver candlesticks and the wood planks of the floor shined with polish. She had worked all day, and accepted the smile and nod of Mother Abbess as a nod of approval which was good enough reward for her. Catherine was grateful to the Abbess for taking her in as a small child when she had no options in life, poor, an orphan with no hope in the world. She had been raised in these walls, on this glorious hillside and she had rarely left it’s grounds. She sold tomatoes and spices at the market in Ambra but her instructions had always been clear; to simply sell the fruits and herbs to the regular buyers which took no longer than the half part of an hour and then to return to D’Amissi, never to dally about or cause mischeif. She was to remain quiet and courteous, never to bother anyone, and in her conventional modesty, she had kept her head down on her long walk to Ambra. In those walks she had memorized the trail she had watched so many times as her feet made small imprints on the soil.

As she rounded the corner of the hallway, she glimpsed the library and the dark man’s cloak that lay neatly folded over a high backed chair. So he was here! The Mother Abbess would be surely informing him of the convent’s latest workings. Very important things that she had no business disturbing them from. Quickly she stepped closer to the kitchen again to see to the soup. Yes, it was finished. She went about preparing dinner and setting the table for the guest. 

At dinner, Catherine served the Mother Abbess and her guest, Father Hellarti. This evening, the sisters took their meals in their chambers or in the small anteroom near the chapel. Catherine felt honored to be the only other who was able to see the priest. Mother Abbess spoke to Father Hellarti of the progress the sisters had made with the town and how more and more villagers were attending council in the chapel to worship. The priest, a stately and elegantly graying man of perhaps near 50 years of age, listened quietly and nodded his approval. He tasted the soup and bread Catherine had prepared and lifted an eyebrow in praise of her cooking talents. 

‘And who is this young beauty?’ the Father asked with a tilt of his head. 

‘This is Catherine, our ward. She is an orphan, sadly, but we could not let her simply starve. We have practically raised her here in these walls.’

Catherine stepped forward with a tiny step and properly curtsied modestly, her white shift brushing the polished floor. Father Hellarti looked her over. Surely the priest was studying her for any sign of impertinence or impropriety. Catherine hoped she would not disappoint the Mother Abbess. The priest seemed satisfied though, and he even complimented her,

‘You are a skilled cook, child. Perhaps you are also the one who has worked so hard to polish these walls to a shine, perhaps in honor of my arrival?’

Catherine found herself blushing, but she only nodded.

‘Speak, child.’

‘Yes, Father.’

‘Ah, lovely voice, as a silvery bell. Quite a beautiful girl you are. Do you plan to take your vows?’

‘Yes, Father. It is my path in life.’

‘Yes, well that may be a shame, dear.’

Catherine was not sure what Father Hellarti meant. She decided it was not good to question such a man. She remained quiet. She heard the Mother Abbess whisper to the Father,

‘This is the one I wrote you about.’

For a moment, Catherine was nervous. Had Mother Lucia written to the priest to complain about her perhaps? Maybe she was a burden to them after all. But the priest smiled then, dismissing her fears.

‘Oh, I see.’ He said, his voice hissing like a snake. ‘Very lovely indeed. Lucia has told me much about you, child. You are fascinating, you know.’

Catherine felt strange hearing the Mother Abbess called by her first name, and she felt stranger being called ‘fascinating.’ She simply tilted her head to the side, not sure how to respond. ‘Come here, girl.’

She moved closer to the priest, and he took her arms and held them out, as if he were measuring how she had grown since childhood, though he had never known her. His eyes moved over her. She felt his stare burn into her. 

‘I would like to speak with you, child, when dinner is done and I have properly rested from my journey. This night, come to the Abbess’s chamber at midnight. T’is late, I know dear, but I have not other time to devote to our chat. The Abbess has informed me of your history and I would like to offer my council to you.’

Catherine was not sure what to think. She was nervous about speaking with Father Hellarti but wanted to please them both.  She nodded and curtsied before being dismissed. Before she reached the door, Mother Lucia stood and spoke,

‘Catherine, I would like you to go to the chapel, and in honor of our guest, I would like you to pray. Spend one hour there, and then you are free to do as you will.’

‘Yes, Mother Abbess.’

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Lucia turned away from the window where she watched Catherine walk quickly to the chapel, the girl’s supple form shadowed beneath the thin white shift in the sunlight. The nun could see the curve of the girl’s plump breast and the arch at the small of her back. Breathtaking really, though the little dolt had no idea of what charms she possessed. The girl was easily malleable. That is why she had chosen her for them, for their pleasure. It had been so long. The last girl had taken a vow of silence in Florence and was now too wise in her age of twenty-six to play with. This girl, this one was special. She had known Giovanni would love her. Sighed and smiled at Giovanni, 

‘It is time then. The game begins.’

Giovanni smiled and moved close to her, dangerously close,

‘She is my taste you know.’

‘Yes, I know. Young, sweet, faithful.’

‘And you are my taste.’ He said, his voice dropping to a low growl.

As Lucia smiled, he pulled the nun’s habit from her hair and let her long hair fall around her shoulders. He kissed her full on the mouth, tasting her tongue, her salty lips, her fervor. He had not kissed her in 12 years. It felt good to be with her again, at the old game they shared and loved so much. She was his partner in this, an advocate to his devil. This simple girl, Catherine would be their Pygmalion, molded as they wished. The corruption would be sweet, the intricate steps of developing her would be so sensuous, the game would be perfect. 

With a second kiss finished, and his erection raging, he followed Lucia to the girl Catherine’s tiny cell of a chamber.

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The hour had been spent well in glorious praise of God, but she admitted to herself that she had been distracted, by the flowers blooming, by the prettiness of the sky, and by the thought of what the priest might want to speak with her about. She asked God in all his great wisdom and kindness to forgive her for her distractions. The sun was going down when she made her way back to the convent, and toward her room, but in that hallway, she was intersected by Mother Lucia, and by the priest, Father Hellarti. The mother abbess glared at her with a stare that could only be anger. Catherine’s heart raced and her stomach tightened in fear. What had gone wrong? Then she saw what the Abbess held in her hands; several ripe red tomatoes and a bit of lace that Catherine had fashioned into a ribbon for her hair. The tomatoes she had sneaked into her chamber to eat later that evening, and the bit of lace she had purchased with the little coins she sometimes received from merchants who called her ‘pretty’ and pressed a coin in her hand to buy candies with. 

‘Child, my sweet Catherine. I have suspected your activities were worsening, and this proves me right. I am saddened, really I am. You have stolen from us, from the very people who shelter you! And this lace? Blue lace? A ribbon for that hair of yours you brush obsessively? Vanity, child, vanity! Don’t you know? This is where it begins, the sin, the fall into sin. I have suspected we must stop this. I have worried about you.’

Catherine’s heart sank into an abyss and she felt herself become dizzy.

Father Hellarti interjected,

‘That is why I am here, Catherine. Mother Lucia wrote me a letter about you. She is very concerned. She tells me you have had lustful thoughts as well. You confessed this to her, Catherine.’

Catherine’s cheeks flared red. This was a nightmare!

‘Child, lovely girl, understand that we want to help you. It begins here, the sin, as Mother Lucia said, but it doesn’t have to continue. We will help to save you. We will not allow you to fall into the hands of the devil so easily. No. We will teach you penance, teach you about what evils lust and gluttony bring. You will be purged of this sin. You will no longer want it. Trust me, dear.’

Catherine was crying now, hot tears streaking her cheeks and falling salty onto her lips. 

‘I am so sorry, so very sorry, I know I was wrong?’

‘Shh,’ The Abbess held a finger to her lips. ‘Just do as we ask, dear.’

‘Go to the Abbess’s chamber, girl, and wait for us there. You shall receive a spanking for your deeds. We shall council you further. Undress and wait there, bent over the Abbess’s writing desk chair. You must wait for your punishment. Think over what you have done. Do not move from that place.’

Frightened and horribly embarrassed, Catherine nodded and once dismissed, rushed to obey their orders. The Abbess’s chamber was cool and pleasant, but it seemed as welcoming as a guillotine now. The Abbess’s four poster bed sat high up on a dias, and was intimidating really, as if the woman slept closer to God. The writing desk, a rather simple piece in Mahogany and brass, stood in the corner and a hard wooden chair in front of it. Tasting tears on her cheek, she began to unlace her shift, realizing with a terrible revelation that she would be completely naked! She would be bent over this chair, exposed! But she must. They had ordered her punishment and she was guilty of the crimes. Stepping out of the shift, she neatly folded the white cloth and placed on the clean floor in the corner of the room, not feeling it was fit to place on any of the Abbess’s furnishings. She bowed her head, letting her long black hair fall over her face, and she knelt down. She was bent over the chair, her arms held to her breasts and her face buried in her hands. She hoped her punishment would be swift, but then again, she had been a wicked girl, and deserved what punishment would come to her. 

It was the greater part of an hour before the door opened. Catherine stiffened instantly, but she didn’t dare move. Footsteps came near her, behind her. She heard the familiar sound of the abbess’s shift swaying with her movements. She heard Father Hellarti clear his throat. It horrified her that her backside was exposed to them. The door closed. She dared to look up. She could see the abbess retrieving a paddle from her bedside, a dark black thing with a wooden handle. 

‘Catherine,’ The abbess said. ‘I will punish you for your theft against the convent of D’Amissi, and Father Hellarti will punish you for your sin of vanity. Your sins of lust are a greater matter and will have to be handled with a more non-traditional manner.’ 

The first blow came without warning, almost a split second after the abbess stopped speaking. The paddle struck Catherine’s backside and she bit back a yelp. Her backside stung with the blow of the paddle and her face burned red with the heat of her tears and embarrassment. The second, third and fourth blows stung fiercely, making her want to cover her bottom with her hands, and press her legs together. The fifth blow began to numb her and she felt only a dull ache with the sixth, seventh and eighth. By the ninth, her legs were tight together and this must have upset the Abbess, for she pointed her cloth booted foot between Catherine’s thighs and kicked open her legs. Catherine now knelt over the chair with her legs wide spread, and her most private parts completely exposed to the Priest and the Abbess. 

Finally she was given a moment and spared the paddle. Catherine could hear the Abbess breathing very hard and she suddenly felt very bad that she had made the Abbess work herself so much in the proper punishment of Catherine’s sins. Mother Abbess was trying so hard to help her, she thought. How terrible to see the beloved mother distressed. It was Father Hellarti who broke the silence.

‘Now, come to me, girl.’

Standing slowly on trembling legs, she went to the priest, who sat at the edge of the Mother Abbess’s grand bed. It seemed to her an inappropriate place for any man to sit, but then, she reminded herself, he had no other place in the room to sit. The priest looked at her with eyes the color of smoldering coals. He gestured to his lap,

‘Lay across my lap.’ He said calmly.

She obeyed, feeling more than strange when her breasts touched the soft cloth of his robes and her nipples rubbed against the tiny buttons that made a long vertical line down the front of his cassock. She lay across his lap, hoping he would be swift. She lay flat, but he shocked her when he gripped her thigh and pushed her rear end up in the air, so that she was tilted up at the backside. At this ankle and her precarious position on the bed, she had no choice but to part her legs to balance, and this exposed that secret place to the Abbess. Hellarti’s hand remained firmly on her rump and this brought a new shade of scarlet to her face. His hand caressed her there, soothing the pain from the bite of the paddle, but she felt that in his effort to soothe her wounds, he had not realized he was touching the thatch of nether hair there, shadowing the thin lips that lead to the little entry she had several times touched at night alone in her bed. She hated to admit that despite the priest’s innocent intentions of soothing her, she was arousing something strange inside her, and she felt a moisture between her thighs. She was sure he could feel the wetness there. She tucked her face into the crook of her arm and waited for the punishment.

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He could see Lucia looking at the girl’s sweet backside and he wondered what the pink little slit must look like, tight and just a little wet, yes, the girl was wet and hot and he could feel those lips quiver. It made his cock hard. He felt his cock strain under her, pushing up at her, against her soft belly. He wanted to make the little tart take his cock in her mouth and suck him down, swallow his cock to the root and feel her tongue work him...but no, old man, he thought. There is time for that soon. Take time. She must be properly worked in first. He took the paddle from Lucia then and started the spanking slowly, softer than Lucia had, but then she had always been the passionate impatient one. He struck her once, felt her twitch under the paddle, and then again, and again. Her hips were moving in little circles, quite nice over his knee, and he set down the paddle and used his hand on her plump backside, then he had a fantastic idea.

‘Be very still and this will not hurt you, dear one.’ He said. ‘I want to make sure of your purity. It is in question.’

Catherine’s face blanched as the priest’s fingers moved over her moistened nether-lips and began to push open the little lips inside, to reveal the passage there. It was a dull ache, a painful but bearable thing to be stretched open like this. Father Hellarti called to the Abbess,

‘A woman’s hands are more gentle than a man’s. Catherine my child, bear this with dignity.’

Catherine felt cool, long fingers push into that passage that Father Hellarti stretched open with his thumbs. The Abbess’s fingers. Catherine was humiliated, but she would bear this as they asked, and she would make no more trouble for these people who loved her. Rump pushed into the air, and her head low to the bed over Father hellarti’s lap, she could see nothing but the bed linens, but she felt the invasive fingers of the Abbess, probing inside her, first one finger, working in small circles inside her, pushing into the tightness. It was painful, and Catherine repressed tears. She felt an even riper shame that somewhere within her, an aching pleasure was pulsing through her loins at the sensation of the Abbess’s finger inside her.

Lucia worked her finger there inside the tightest, warmest pussy she had encountered. The girls they had as playthings before were not as sweet as this. The nun entered a second finger, pushing the contracting muscles of the girl’s vagina even more. Catherine was wet, juices pumping, and Lucia knew they could take her to the next step.

‘She is chaste.’ The Abbess announced as she slowly removed her fingers from the girl. Father Hellarti removed his hands as well. Catherine impulsively began to move from Hellarti’s lap, but he stopped her by gently taking her hair in hand and saying,

‘Catherine, the Abbess has not given you permission to get up yet. While we have solved the matter of your virginity, we have not even began your council.’

Catherine stilled herself on the priest’s lap. 

‘We fear for your mortal soul, Catherine. The sins of lust have been possessing you, and we must act before it is too late. I know you have had impure thoughts. You have confessed a great deal of things to me. I believe, Catherine, that the best way to teach you of the sinful ways of lust is to show you the results of that lust. The evils that men can do. The burdens a woman must bear in the court of lust. I will teach you to reject these things. To do so, I must lower myself to act in a common fashion. Our gracious father Hellarti is kind enough to lend his council. You must trust in us, Catherine. For we will lead you to God.’

Catherine began to cry. Hot tears streaking her cheeks.

‘There there my dear,’ the Priest wiped away her tears and set her upright. ‘No need to cry.’




Fall From Grace



The priest shifted in his position and said,

‘The evils of men are great, Catherine, and they will expect things of you. They will expect to be allowed access to your body. To touch your skin, to kiss your lips. Have you kissed a man, Catherine?’

The girl shook her head no.

‘I thought as much. Then you do not know the disgrace of it, the wickedness of a man’s brutal kiss.’ Catherine was shocked when Father Hellarti took her face in hand and kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue roughly parting her lips and darting into her mouth. ‘It is this kind of brutality we must educate you of, Catherine.’

Then the Abbess spoke,

‘You will bear these lessons, Catherine. Bear them in silence. Continue, Father Hellarti.’

Hellarti said nothing. He took Catherine’s plump breast in hand and pushed it up to meet his lips. With a painful pressure, he suckled the rose colored nipple and bit at the hardened little peak. His erection grew painfully hard and he could wait no more. He had not gotten his fill of toying with this girl, but more lessons would come soon enough. She was theirs. He opened his cassock and revealed his naked body underneath. He was a well built man of lean and slender muscle, some might say wiry or defined. His cock jutted upward and curved slightly, a moist pearl of milk white fluid glistening at it’s tip. Catherine looked terrified, but the girl remained silent as instructed. He took her knees and made her straddle him, so that her legs were open over his lap, and her back was against his chest. Her legs were spread open shamefully and Father Hellarti thought this was the sweetest sight he had ever seen. With a guiding hand, he pressed his cock to the entry of her sweet pussy and felt her writhe, he knew from pleasure though the daft girl would never admit it. With a merciless thrust, he pushed up and brought her down on his cock, pounding into her, and hearing her cry. He had broken her maidenhead the first thrust. Lucia came near to them, and kneeled down between Catherine’s open legs, where Hellarti’s cock was pushing up inside of the girl, and Lucia began to lick her pussy, long strokes of her tongue over Hellarti’s balls and Catherine’s sopping vagina. 

Catherine moaned, despite the horror the sound made in her. This was wrong, so sinful and wrong. They were trying to teach her a lesson, to teach her how painful lust can be, but with that pain, Catherine was feeling an odd, double edged pleasure. She felt Mother Abbess’s tongue move over the hardened nub of that pleasure, and Catherine could not help herself. It seemed her hips undulated on the priest’s lap, no matter how hard she tried to stop doing so. Now the Abbess was licking so fast there against that nub and Father Hellarti was pushing into her, giving her sinful pleasure, she felt a wave of liquid heat flush over her skin and she shook, sweat breaking out over her naked flesh. 

The sight of Catherine’s orgasm was perfect. Just what they had wanted. Make the girl think she is sinful because she enjoys these tortures. There was much in store for her. Father Hellarti felt his cock burst just as Catherine began to orgasm. He pushed the girl up and off him, roughly tossing her to the floor. She lay naked on the floor, a tossed rag doll. With his twitching cock in his hand, he sprayed the milk white fluid of his come on her, hitting her breasts with it in one spray. The girl seemed horrified, disgusted and intrigued at once. Father Hellarti simply hoped he had not come inside her enough to make the little idiot with child.

Nothing was said by the girl. She had no idea what to say. The Abbess said something instead,
‘Catherine, you have done well. I am proud of you. Now, take the wash basin to clean yourself and return to your bed. I shall want to council you again tomorrow night at this time. Do not disappoint us Catherine.’

Lamely, Catherine nodded and went to the wash basin, quickly washing the evidence of her shame from her skin, then slipping her shift over her body and almost running from the Abbess’s chamber.

Lucia found herself laughing and Father Hellarti out of breath. The priest took Lucia's face in his hands and kissed her full and hard on the lips, feeling her laugh against his mouth and he joined with her then. The girl Catherine was deliciously naive and they would surely have much more fun with her in days to come. 

Catherine felt ashamed, strangely excited and ultimately sinful. Curling under the wool blanket of her cot, she braved to reach her hand between her legs and feel her swollen sex. Eyes closed, she began to dream of hands touching her, breasts moving against her, stiff cocks jutting out into her hand, her mouth... and that moment she knew withought a shadow of wonder that she was exactly as her councellors had warned. She was a girl under the influence of some dark force. She would trust what her guardians decided was the proper, if non-traditional, way of saving her from such a fall from grace.



Fall from Grace



I never meant to cheat. It was never who I was or who I wanted to be. I was raised to believe the Bible and try to follow what it said. I was always a good girl raised in a Southern Baptist church. I married a preacher and had two children. We were the perfect southern family. We were perfect until Clay joined our church. Clay was the type of man who could tear a woman down by looking at her. Undress her and turn her into a whore with his crooked smile. When I first saw him, I admit I felt the tug of temptation. He wasn't tall but he was very fit. His shirts seemed to cling to his hard muscles. He had such a cocky smug look and he made me tingle in places that usually stay behaved. 

Clay liked to look at me. I frequently caught him staring at me and he never looked away. My face always turned red and I was the one who looked away. I was used to getting looks from men. I always felt that I was attractive. I have long dark brown hair and blue eyes. I am on the shorter side around 5'1 and I would run everyday except Sunday. I kept myself in shape and I worked hard. I could not say the same for my husband. Everywhere Clay was firm, my husband was soft. I caught myself looking at him more and Clay caught me looking too. 

He taught at my son's school and he worked the car rider line in the mornings. I would drop my son off and Clay would smile that cocky half smile and joke around with me and the kids. He used the same gym I went to and started showing up when I would work out. He worked out near me and we constantly caught each other looking. Soon he began to come over and flirt while I was working out. That's when the touching started. He began by feeling my biceps and making a big show of how strong I was getting. Then he brushed my hair back from my face one day when the gym was empty. That made my heart pound in my chest. One day he helped me with my form when I was using the triceps machine. His hands were so strong as he grabbed my waist to move me. They lingered on my hips and then slipped back to my ass. He leaned in and whispered to me, "You are so fucking sexy. I can't take my eyes off you. You are exactly the kind of woman I love to fuck."

I was shocked. Nobody ever talked to me that way. I opened my mouth. I don't know what I planned to say but it didn't matter. He walked away. What shocked me the most was the tingling. I thought to myself, My pussy is tingling. That made it tingle more. I never allowed myself to think that dirty word. Oh it feels so good. It feels so hot. Stop it! I tried to distract myself but I couldn't. I thought about him all day and all night. Fortunately, I was good at redirecting and distracting myself. I was doing better the next day until I was out running when he pulled up next to me in his truck. He rolled his window down and said, "Hey Megan. Come here for a second, I want to tell you something."

I never should have walked over to the window. I leaned in and he reached out and grabbed my face. He pulled me to his face and I felt his lips touch mine, his whiskers scratching my face. He pressed harder, his lips against mine. He opened his mouth and his tongue touched my lips. For some reason, my mouth opened and his tongue slid into my mouth. I started sucking on his tongue and his hands found my hair and gripped it hard. I felt my pussy respond again so very hot and tingly.

Our kiss broke and I looked at him breathless. He said, "God that mouth was made to suck. MMMMM I really want you." 

I started crying and ran away. When I got home, I was sick. I told my husband I felt ill and went right to bed. I lay there crying when I got the text. I never should have even responded.

"Hey its Clay. Im sorry. Ur married. I should just leav u alone."

"Oh no how did you get my number?"

"From the school ive had it a while. Really all I do is think about u."

"Im married its wrong find another girl who isn't married."

"I don't want them ur what I want plus I scare girls."

"What do u mean?"

"Well..."

"They are scared by a part of me."

"What do u mean?"

"My cock...its too big for them a lot of them don't even want to fuck me...it scares them"

He sent me a picture that made me drop my phone. He was standing in front of a mirror naked and something that looked like my arm was sticking out where a normal penis should be. I didn't believe that it was real. My husband's cock is not big at all. It didn't compare to that picture. I didn't respond to the text. I told my husband I was sick the next day and skipped church. He texted me that night.

"I didn't see u at church. You must have been home thinking about me. Im taking tomorrow off. U no where I live. If u want it. Ill be home waiting on u."

I didn't sleep all night. I just pictured him standing there. Naked. I couldn't imagine taking him inside of me. He was so big. I was struggling. I am a good girl I don't cheat. I don't know how my car ended up in his drive the next day. I knew he lived in a trailer just out of town. His house was back in the woods so my car wouldn't be seen. I knew where he lived because my husband and I called on him before he joined the church. 

I don't know how I ended up at his door knocking. He opened the door dressed only in boxers smiling that smug smile I hated and loved at the same time. My hair was down and I was wearing a black sundress with sexy black thong panties that I bought for my husband but never had the nerve to wear and a matching black bra. He reached out and grabbed my wrist in his strong hand and pulled me inside. He stood there staring at me. I felt naked already. 

"Look..." is all I got out of my mouth.

He pushed me back against the wall hard, pressing his body against mine. His hands grabbed my wrists and his mouth was on mine again. Kissing me, slipping his tongue into my mouth, biting my lip. I was panting when he stopped. 

He growled in my ear "I knew you were a slut. I could tell by the way you looked at me. I know what you need and how you need it."

He moved my hands over my head and pinned them against the wall with one of his hands. His mouth was on my neck and I was moaning. His other hand had found my breasts. He was squeezing them and kneading them. His hand trailed down my belly and raised my skirt. His fingers brushed my pussy through my panties. 

"What a slut, so wet already." He said and he pulled my panties aside and slipped a finger between my lips across my clit to my wet married pussy. "God you're tight. I'm going to have fun with you. It'll be just like breaking a virgin."

I started cumming at that moment. As his finger slid into me I was crying out. Breathlessly I moaned his name over and over. I was helpless, pinned against the wall cumming at his touch.

He let go of me and laughed. My face turned red. I knew he was laughing at me. He was a cruel man. 

"You came already? I'm not done with you yet. Don't worry, you'll cum again."

He made me feel so ashamed of myself and he even made me feel like I deserved to be treated this way. He made me hate myself and made me want him.

He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. He told me "Go ahead, pull em down. Wait until you see what I'm going to put inside of you."

I couldn't stop. I had no control. With trembling hands I reached up and pulled his boxers down. Without warning his cock sprung right there in my face. I'd never even thought the word cock before but I did right then. No other word could describe the huge veiny thing in my face. I've never been this close to a cock before, other than my husband's only there was no comparison to this monster. His was as big around as a bottled water and long. It wasn't twice my husband's length but close. But the width was well over double my husband's size. It wasn't even all the way hard yet but it was beginning to twitch. Clay reached down with rough hands and grabbed my face squeezing my cheeks hard. He said, "Don't play dumb...you know what your mouth is for."

His hands snaked around my head grabbing my hair and pulled me close. The head of his cock touched my lips and my mouth opened. His large head slipped between my lips. It was such a hot heavy cock that began to twitch in my hot wet married mouth. My lips stretched and the corners of my mouth burned as he got so hard in my mouth. I pulled back gasping. Reaching out, I grabbed his cock and licked it from the base to the tip before taking it into my mouth again. I didn't know who this woman was who was licking his huge cock. "Fuck your mouth was made to suck cock." he growled at me. He grabbed my hair harder and yanked me forward forcing me to take him deep. I gagged and choked on his cock. Tears ran from my eyes smearing my mascara. I tried to push away, my hand on his hips but he started pumping his hips with a twisted grip on my hair. His made me take all of his cock. I felt it throbbing and pulsing while it slid down my throat cutting of my air. It was so huge and throbbing in my mouth. My lips burned as he fucked my face. I thought I was going to choke when finally he let me go. I fell back panting. He swiftly reached down and grabbed my face again.

"How much do you love sucking my cock slut?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

"I...I...I love it." I had no choice but to give that answer. It was the truth. I loved how huge it was and how intimidating it was and I wanted it inside of me. He laughed at me and slapped my face over and over with his heavy cock. I heard each smack as it struck my cheeks and my nose. It was heavy and hard. He then rubbed the head all over my face. Smacking the head on my lips I knew he had broken me. What kind of woman let a man who wasn't her husband hit her in the face with his cock? I knew that answer a broken whore let men do those things to them.

"Suck my balls." He commanded.

I raised his thick heavy cock up and ran my tongue down his shaft. He gave a throaty moan. My tongue hit the heavy line on his scrotum and I licked down to his ass. "God you're a slut." I'm not sure if he said those words or if they were just in my head now. My lips found his right ball and I opened my mouth, it was heavy and full. I sucked on it while my hand stroked his cock. I noticed my hand couldn't close all the way around his shaft so I put both hands on his cock and stroked it back and forth. It was slick with my spit. I swallowed his whole nut tasting the salt of his sac in my married mouth.

"Look at this shit. Your diamond looks so good against my cock."

My face burned red again but for some reason I was sucking his nut harder and I switched to the other. I was sucking on his balls while his hands jerked my neckline down stretching the material of my dress. His rough hands slid under my bra and cruelly pulled at my nipples. His rough hands made me moan. "Oh god" I whimpered. He slapped my breasts first the right then the left, leaving them red. He pulled me up by hair and led me to the bedroom. He lay down on the bed on his back and told me to get back to work. Like an obedient slut I got into bed and resumed sucking on his balls. I found myself getting into the role of a cock sucking whore. I licked and sucked on his left nut and traced my tongue over to his right taking that one into my wet mouth sucking it all the while stroking his huge cock. My tongue ran up the right side of his shaft, along his head, and down the left side. 

"Fuck you lick cock like a pro. Come back up and swallow my cock again. Take it slow and relax. See if you can get all of it down on your own." he said. 

I wanted to be called a good cocksucker for some reason. I craved it. I licked up his shaft right up the middle to the head. I opened my mouth wide and relaxed my throat. I felt his salty skin hit my tongue as his cock head entered my mouth. I swallowed slowly but it was no use I gagged before even half of his huge cock was in my throat. He laughed and grabbed my head forcing me deeper. I continued to gag but he was easier on me, letting my head bob up and down on his cock.

I started to enjoy myself as he moaned and arched his back. I would run my tongue up and down his cock and circled my tongue all around his head. I love to hear his moans and feeling him tug on my hair. I would open my mouth so wide that my lips hurt and cracked swallowing as much of his cock as I could. My hands were slowly stroking his cock and rubbing his balls the entire time. I began trying to make him cum by sucking him hard and stroking his cock fast my saliva giving my hands lubricant on his cock. 

"God, you are suck a good little cock sucker. I almost want to let your pretty little mouth to taste my cum." He grabbed my hair and lifted my face off his cock. "Its time for me to ruin that pussy though."

I began to protest but he never gave me a real chance. Next thing I knew, I was on my back and his body was between my spread legs. He pulled baby oil from the bedside table and began to massage it into my hot and already wet pussy. He put a generous amount on his big throbbing pole too. I felt the huge head of his cock rubbing up and down on my labia. I looked huge against my little slit. I whimpered as he pushed slightly against me. 

No way I thought. It will never fit.

"Oh bitch this is going to change your life. This may not feel good at first..." He leaned forward putting his weight against me. He slid his cock up spreading my lips slightly. I felt the pressure build. His eyes were closed in effort and concentration. He growled low and menacing as he pushed harder. I felt my little pussy stretch. Nothing close to this size has ever been inside of me.. My pussy resisted but it was stretching and he did not ease up giving my married pussy constant pressure with minimal penetration. Not even all the head had entered me. I thought I was going to be torn apart. 

"Fuck you are so fucking tight."

He grunted and jerked his hips forward. Something in me tore. Something gave way. A deep burn filled my entire pelvis and his hot throbbing monster cock forced its way into my tender little pussy. A split second ago the tip of his cock was barely entering me and all of a sudden his head has forced my pussy open. I screamed a high pitch painful noise. Tears came to my eyes again. His growls gave way to grunts as he pushed his hips forward again. He pushed deeper as my pussy stretched. I reached up and pushed against his belly wanting him out of me and he complied until he was almost out. I tried to push him the rest of the way out and he grabbed my hands and pinned them at my side. With a laugh he thrust back into me. Deeper this time. I screamed again as his cock hit places never before touched. He held my hands down so I couldn't stop him from thrusting into me. Each thrust touched me deeper and deeper. Each thrust brought another scream and more tears. Eventually he let go of my wrists and his hands found my throat and he choked me. Squeezing the air from my already sore throat. He was vicious as he growled in my ear. All I could do is whimper as my lungs burned. During the pounding he gave me, his hands found my breasts and pulled my nipples and slapped my breasts over and over. My face still reddens when I think about how wonderful the abuse felt and how his cock felt inside of me. My hands found his ass and I squeezed his cheeks as his cock rocked in and out of my pussy.

His cock punished me thrusting deeper. Eventually I felt his cock hit my cervix and I came again moaning and squirming against his cock. His balls began slapping my ass as he called me his slut, his whore, his bitch. He said I was a cheating married cunt who deserved to have her pussy beat. I came 2 more times while he fucked me even though I was torn and sore. Shortly after I came on his cock the second time his body stiffened and he came inside of my unprotected pussy. He pushed his cock all the way in stretched wide so deep and nearly screamed as his cock jerked in me. I felt his hot cum fill my pussy so full it was running out of me. He pulled out and rolled over breathless. "Get the fuck out, I'll call you when I want you to come back."

In a daze on unsteady legs, I stood up and limped over to my clothes. I picked them up and put them on. My pussy ached and was so sore. I limped to my truck and got in. My husband had called while I was cheating. I started to cry. Then my cell phone bleeped. I started getting pictures of me sucking cock and my pussy stretched by his huge cock. I never noticed he was taking pictures of me. A note accompanied the pictures. "If u think u can stop seeing me, just imagine these ending up on your preacher husbands phone...Ill give you a day or 2 to recover but I want 2 fuck u from behind like you were a worthless dog slut." 

I cried for days. My husband asked what was wrong but what could I say...? What killed me the most was that I would let him do anything he wanted to me even if he didn't have the pictures. That day I learned what I deserved and I that I now had a man who would treat me that way.



Fall From Grace



I vaguely remember straddling a big black cock and another one behind me. He was buried in my ass. A third man had his cock in my mouth and I remember swallowing something. It was kind of slimy and salty, but I liked the taste of it. Hands were touching me all over and cocks were in me. I had orgasm after orgasm.

In this dream like state I was sucking cocks, BIG BLACK COCKS. I swallowed cum, I begged for more when they would stop for more than a few seconds. My orgasm's steadily washed over me, growing and growing until I passed out.

When I came to the sun was pouring through the window. I could see some men standing in the hallway outside the door of the room, looking in at my naked, used, abused body. I was sore all over. The maid had let herself in and was standing in front of the bed I was on. She had a stunned look on her. Her mouth open wide and a hand over it. She crossed herself in a prayer.

I looked around and saw that I was not tied. Everything was gone from the night before. I was alone, save for the maid. There were six videos on the desk and they had folded what was left of my silk dress sitting it next to those tapes. A note was on top of them.  The maid left, saying she would be back later. I went to take a shower. As I stood in front of the mirror, naked, I saw writing all over my body. Turning I saw some on my back too. They had written on my body in black marker.

'Black cock whore' 'this slut likes black cock only' 'insert black cock here'

The last one had an arrow pointing down my back to my gaping open bottom. My GOD! They had taken me anally! I had hickies, bruises and red marks all over me. There was even an angry red handprint on one of my ass cheeks.

I stood in the shower for a long time, scrubbing and scrubbing. Cum continuously ran out of both of my very tender, sore holes. I got most of the marker off of my front, but the back wouldn't come off so well. You could still make out what had been written on me there. I got dressed and took the videos with me. I couldn't let anyone see them. See what a whore I must have looked like.

I stumbled down to our room. I knocked on the door twice before Ted opened it. Crying I fell into the room. Ted took the videos out of my hands and closed the door behind us. I stood there crying and Ted just walked away. He put those damning tapes in his suitcase that was lying on the bed open.

"Well I see that the proverbial slut whore wife is back from her evening of wanton sex. How does it feel to cut your husbands heart out and feed it to him? Did you have great fun at my expense last night? Did those black bastards 'do' it for you?"

Sobbing, I tried to come up with the right thing to say, anything to get Ted to forgive me for my behavior. I came up dry. I had no excuse, no reason good enough. Even though I had been repeatedly raped all night, he had only seen me naked, in an elevator, sucking on that black man's cock. His last view of his formerly loving and chaste wife had been of her acting like a slut. What could I have said that would have let him forgive me?

"I suggest that you get changed out of that dress and into something more presentable for the flight home. I don't want it known that I have a fucking slut for a wife!"

His words burned my heart. He was angrier than I had ever seen him before. I had destroyed our marriage in one foul night. He was at least taking me home, which was a good sign. Maybe he would forgive me yet. I could only hope.

"I am sorry Ted. I didn't mean for it to go this far. If you only hadn't gotten those magazines to read I would still have been a happy wife."

"DON'T EVEN TRY TO BLAME ME FOR THIS YOU SLUT! YOU went with those men. YOU were naked sucking on that man in the elevator. YOU 'danced' with them and let them touch you all over, even strip you naked in a crowded bar. I told you those were not my magazines, and they weren't. You just wouldn't listen. Your own husband tells you the truth as far as he could, and you just couldn't hear me. WHORE!"

His words stabbed my heart. They were true! Why hadn't I been able to just take his word for it? He had never given me a reason to not believe him. I had ruined my marriage and myself because of my own stupid desires. Desires that I hadn't even known I had. I hated myself so much right now. I had torn my husband's love, ripped it out of his heart, and thrown it in the gutter with my actions. Not only that, but I had stomped on it and kicked it away.

"Those magazines were not mine, they were Jim's, my bosses son. He is working in my department and since I am the department head, he works for me. I am responsible for everything in my department. Jim had been bringing them in and reading them out loud to different people. The women in my department were offended, and after several of them came to me in a small group, I knew that I had to put a stop to it. At first I just confiscated them, but he just brought in more of them. After a bit I had to really get tough on him. Do you understand the position I was in? I had to take the bosses son to task for his behavior. I had to lean on him and hope that the boss would understand. I probably mishandled the whole thing. That is the reason I had to go into work on Monday. My boss is probably going to fire me for 'being mean to his only son'. I couldn't tell you, anybody, for that matter. I tried to keep it as quiet as I could. His harassment of those women will have a very high cost I fear."

OH GOD! I hadn't really understood at all! Ted hadn't gotten those magazines. He had been trying to keep his job while punishing the boss's son for harassing coworkers. I had been so wrong, so terribly awfully wrong. If I had thought I had felt bad enough, this was even more than I could bear. 

Arriving back home, Ted wouldn't talk to me. He moved his things into our guest bedroom and stayed away from me, his whore wife. I cleaned the house and stayed out of his way, hoping that he would come around. Days became weeks, weeks became months. During the third month after 'our weekend', I realized that I hadn't had my period at all. I was feeling sick in the mornings, and started to gain weight.

Going to the doctor I got the worst news I could have ever had.

"Your pregnant Jane, congratulations!"

I burst out in tears. The doctor was stunned. I had been given what should have been happy news, and I was crying.

"I'm sorry, didn't you want to be pregnant? I can send you to some people who will help you, if you need to make a decision about this pregnancy. You only have a short time to decide though Jane. You will need to talk it over with the father of the baby also, since he might have something to say about it too."

How could I talk it over with the father of the baby when there was no possible way that I could know who it was? I had watched one of the tapes from that horrible night and saw that over eight black men had used me. I had a need to know what I had been forced to do. Eight big black men had taken me in every way for hours. All of that cum, no wonder I had gotten pregnant. I had been in a sea of it for hours. 

I left the doctors office and walked aimlessly for hours. Eventually I went home. Ted was already home and had a concerned look on his face when I walked in.

"Where have you been Jane? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Ted, I just found out that I am... pregnant. I have a black man's baby in me right now. I don't know what to do. I am against abortion, but a black child? I don't know what to do about this at all. I have lost you and now this. I don't want to bring a child into this world that I may not like. A child that reminds me of that night, that horrible awful night. But to kill it, it isn't its fault that I got knocked up. OH GOD! What am I going to do Ted?"

Ted was white as a ghost as he turned and walked away from me. I was standing alone, so very alone, crying. I had screwed up my life so bad. I couldn't believe that this wasn't all a bad dream. When my parents, family and friends found out about this, well, I would be truly alone and on my own.

I went to our bedroom, (I still thought of it as OUR bedroom) and threw myself on the bed, sobbing for what turned out to be several hours. Ted had disappeared and I didn't know where he had gone. When I finally got up I was drained. I had no emotion left at all. Numbly I set to work and made supper. Setting the table with two places out of habit, even though I had been eating in our bedroom since 'that' weekend.

Ted came in and sat down at the table. Where he had been I didn't know. I could plainly see that he had something on his mind.

"They arrested two men in Vegas yesterday. Two black men. It appears that they were filming a rape of a white married woman, and her husband managed to get help. Here are their pictures. The Vegas police would like a statement from you Jane, if you want. They would also like the tapes and the note they left. I told them it was up to you. It's your body, your life. Here is the number to call. You are supposed to ask for Detective Sergeant Johnson. He is in charge of the case."

I held myself still. Was it true, had they caught my rapists? How did Ted feel about that? What did this all mean to me now? Shaking, I looked down at the pictures of those two men who had used and abused me in a most sickening way. Even though it was only a picture, I had a fearful feeling strike me to the bone as I realized that it was them in those pictures. My rapists had been caught.

What would Ted do now? How could I explain this to him so he would understand? I had been raped; even though it had appeared to him that I was a willing partner in their lustful drive. I sat down at the table, Ted sitting across from me just staring at me. I could not tell what he was thinking. His face was inscrutable and distant.

"Ted, what are we doing? Have I lost you as my husband? Are you no longer my best friend, or lover? I mean, can I, or is there, a way to fix this mess I have caused? Is there any hope of you loving me again?"

This was the first time I had brought up the subject. Ted hadn't talked to me at all about that weekend since getting home. His silence had been a terrible price for me to pay. My tears were hot on my cheeks. I felt my heart thudding waiting for the axe to fall on my life as I knew it. What would Ted say now? What had he been feeling and thinking all of this time?

I looked over the table at him. Tears! He was crying silently. He had been crying for a bit because his shirt had dark spots where tears had been hitting and falling down his chest. I put my hand out, reaching out for him. He sat there, unmoving, and just cried. My heart was burning, I wanted so much for him to take me back and love me like he had before all of this had happened.

"The Detective said that they had used a 'mixer' drug on her drinks. As they drank and danced she never felt the effects of it. It was a new and different type of drug, to be used for treating certain types of clinical depression. Afterwards, they shot her up with a harder drug and used her. They filmed everything so that it appeared she enjoyed what was happening to her, even though she had no idea what was going on around her. GOD! I didn't see it Jane. They must have done the same thing to you. I should have seen it, I should have done something more to stop you. This hasn't been your fault, it was all MINE."

"Ted, you couldn't have known, I didn't know. I was the one who was drinking and dancing, all you saw was your loving wife becoming a slut in the hands of two black men. You couldn't have known that they had drugged me already."

"I should have known when I saw you in the elevator giving him that blowjob. You have never, ever done that for me, how could I have not seen that you had to have been under the influence of some kind of drug?"

"Ted, even I didn't know that I had been drugged. I was willingly doing that to him when you saw me. I tried to go to you when I got up, but you had gone into our room and they forced me with them. You had no way of knowing. When did the police call you? That is how you found out about the drugs isn't it? Wait a minute, how did they know to call us? I hadn't reported it at all, and I don't think you did either, did you?"

Ted jumped up and turned his back to me. I saw his shoulders shaking and heard him sob for a moment. His voice, when it came to me, was so distant, and soft, I almost couldn't hear him.

"I knew the day we got home. I called the Vegas police Department and reported it. They weren't too enthused with it until this other lady came forward last week. They knew that they had a serial rapist on their hands at that point. Or rather, two or more rapists."

"How could you have known the day we got home? You haven't talked to me about it at all in all of this time. You couldn't possibly have known that they drugged me at any point."

"I...I...watched the video's Jane. I saw them drug you on the first video. I don't think that they knew the camera had caught them sticking those needles in your arm. Either that or they just didn't care. From their talking back and forth I was able to find out that the first shot was a drug to get you high and more 'cooperative' to their use of you. The second drug was...it was a..."

"What Ted? What was the second drug? What haven't you told me? WHAT WAS THE SECOND DRUG TED?"

"Fertility, it was a fertility drug Jane. I knew from the second day home that you were probably pregnant. I knew that you had been drugged and raped and given another drug to make sure you got pregnant, all on the second day we were home. I knew it all this time and I didn't tell you, my wife, my only true friend in the world, what I knew. I couldn't bring myself to talk to you about this at all. My feelings were so fucked up. I wanted you to have been the slut, the whore, and the cheating wife. I couldn't live with the fact that you had willingly gone with them to their room. That you had let them use you on the dance floor and sucked them in the elevator like a two?bit whore. My pride had been shot through and through. I had to have a reason to hate you for what I thought you had done to me, to us. I didn't know about them drugging your drink in the bar. I thought that you had done all of those slutty things on your own up until they had you on the bed in the room. I didn't find out about them drugging your drink until last week. Even then I had bad feelings about it. I should have let you know right away instead of waiting like this. I...I...GOD, I am so sorry Jane. Please forgive me. Can you forgive me for being such an ass?"

His voice broke up and he took his head into his hands. My husband was sobbing hard. My heart went out to him in his pain. I understood what he must have thought, seeing me seemingly wantonly chasing after those two black men in the bar that night. It must have been so painful for him, not knowing that I was drugged and had just acted out against my true love.

Standing I went to him and took him into my arms. Hugging his strong body, shaking like it was from his crying, was painful to me. I had caused this by my mistrust of his word on those magazines. Those fucking magazines. I had actually been the 'slut?wife' of some other mans dream, not my husbands. Together we cried for a long time. 

Days later, after having talked to the detective in Vegas, I flew there to testify to a court recorder and several witnesses. The judge was very calm and direct, but nice in his own way. The detective ended up apologizing to me and left a note for my husband about that also. He really had felt bad about hearing my Ted's story, and not believing him at first. I am sure at that time he thought that I was crying rape because I had been caught by my husband fucking around.

Flying back I had some time to think long and hard about Ted and our marriage. I came to a decision just as the plane landed at the airport at home. I was going to do everything possible to be Ted's best friend again. I was going to try and put this whole thing behind me, and go on.

I had also decided to carry the baby to full term and then give it up for adoption. My feelings on this were mixed. I would have a constant reminder of that night in Vegas as long as I was pregnant. It would be hard on Ted and myself too. I just couldn't bring myself to terminate a child's life because I didn't want a child from a rape. Two wrongs didn't make a right to my way of thinking.

That was and is my choice though. What others would do in my circumstances is their own choice. Ted supported my decision, since he too felt similarly. We have gone to counseling now for three months. I am really starting to show. I should have the baby in about another three months.

We have lined up two sets of adoptive parents for the baby. They are great couples. The choice of who gets the baby will be left up to Ted and I, simply because we have so far, managed to keep the social services out of the loop. We will try to be as fair and even minded as we can. Both couples are interracially mixed, so this child will at least have somewhat of a chance to be free of taunts about his heritage.

Ted and I are also sleeping in the same bedroom again, together, although our sex life is nonexistent. I think it will come back some day soon though, since I have felt Ted getting erections at night. Constantly, it seems. Soon he will have to 'take' me and I am patiently waiting for that moment. I will give him all of me. Anything he wants and more. No more will I resist any kind of sexual favor for my husband. Ever. I have a long road ahead of me to 'make?up' for my mistakes of the past months. I just have to wait patiently until he makes that move. 

If, by the time I have had the baby, Ted hasn't made his 'move', I guess I will have to 'take' him. I am planning on getting into shape as soon as possible after birthing and hopefully, Ted will still want me. I got rid of 'that' dress. I kept the others, since they are not really connected to that night. I plan on being a real slut for Ted in the privacy of our home, but public exhibitions will never again occur with me. I have learned a hard, very harsh lesson and the only person who will ever see me in a slut outfit will be my husband, Ted.

The one thing that I will say here is, if you are thinking about some 'fun' or extra?marital 'activities' be very, very careful. If you both think you want it, be even more cautious. Make sure that you have tried everything in your power to work out any possible problems and miscommunications. Don't be like me and assume anything about your spouse. After all, look what a mess I made of my marriage by what I thought my husband wanted. You need to be aware of each other's wants, desires, and needs, before you go 'outside' for fun or excitement.  I will never go 'outside' of my marriage again. I will never assume anything about my husband either. I will talk and question, and most importantly, LISTEN to my husband. My love and trust are for Ted, and Ted only from now on.