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Recession

By: Bella_Seni



A sound outside her office window caused Cindy to jerk her head up. She had been staring blindly at her fingers resting on the black computer keyboard. They weren't moving, but her mind was a blur of thoughts…mostly bad ones. Cindy was temporarily relieved to be back in the real world instead of the illusory place in her head.

She wasn't even sure how long she had been lost in her thoughts. She was only glad that her fears of unemployment, relocation and financial suffering were still just fears and not reality. Not yet, anyway.

Cindy's office was a reflection of herself—conservative and practical. Nothing was out of place; everything had a purpose. The pictures on the walls were not personal, yet Cindy could have been in each nature scene and looked perfectly at home. Her desk was neat and organized.

Friends who visited Cindy at work always told her it didn't look like the office of a young marketing coordinator. They expected ideas and plans splattered on the walls in the form of post-it notes and flip chart paper. They expected mayhem. Instead, they got introspection.

On this day, Cindy was contemplating the company's future and, thus, her own future. Things weren't looking good. Like most employees she only heard rumors. Most of the rumors were typically of the doomsday variety. She tried to convince herself things couldn't be as bad as most people in the company seemed to believe. But, how did she know?

The chime of Cindy's Outlook calendar reminder once again brought her back to the present. She had a meeting with the Vice President of Public Relations in fifteen minutes. Tom Cline was her boss' boss. She didn't meet with him often, especially alone. Cindy wasn't necessarily afraid of the meeting, just curious. The only agenda item listed was Department Goals.

She figured she had just enough time to get to the rest room, fix her hair and get ready for the meeting. She grabbed her purse on the way out and spent the next five minutes brushing her short blonde hair, applying simple makeup and checking the lines of her blouse and skirt. Cindy had remembered the appointment in the morning when she dressed and purposely selected an outfit that was somewhat professional, yet feminine. The blouse hung a little farther open than most and the skirt was perhaps a little tighter and shorter than she liked. But this was a VP.

Cindy was still single at 28, a fact that astonished her coworkers who all agreed she was pretty—bordering on gorgeous—with a great body. She never flaunted her looks and that made her popular even among the other women in the company. Guys stumbled over each other for dates with her, but she rarely gave in. When she did, she made it clear she was not in favor of long-term relationships at work. Cindy was mature beyond her years in many things…very naïve in others.

After returning to her office to pick up her briefcase, Cindy headed for Mr. Cline's office. She was as much curious as she was nervous about the meeting. She was glad that soon her anxiety would be over and she'd have an answer.

Cindy paused for a second outside Tom Cline's office, then gently knocked on the door.

"Come on in," Cindy heard Mr. Cline say in his deep, pleasant voice.

She opened the door and walked in with a nervous smile on her face. Immediately, she noticed her boss Paul Richards sitting on a couch at one end of the office.

"Hi, Cindy," he said.

"Hi, Paul." She turned towards the huge desk at the opposite side of the office. "Hello, Mr. Cline."

"Come in, Cindy. Close the door," he replied. "And how many times have I told you it's OK to call me Tom?"

After pushing the door closed and facing the VP again, Cindy blushed and said, "OK. Tom."

"Sit down." Tom was standing behind his desk and motioned to a plush chair between his desk and the couch. It was situated in such a way that Cindy could easily see both Tom and Paul with a slight turn of her head when seated.

"Thank you," she said. Cindy crossed her legs and pulled down on her skirt as inconspicuously as possible. It didn't prevent both men from taking a good, long look at her well-sculptured legs.

"Cindy, no one probably needs to tell you that financial times are tough," Tom began while sitting down. "This company is no different. We are just now beginning to see the signs of reduced sales, revenue and profits."

Cindy looked at him earnestly and nodded.

Tom fiddled with a pen on the desk, spinning it between his fingers. "Nobody sees an end in sight. So…everybody…all companies are being forced to look at their organizations to see where costs can be cut. The last thing we want to do is lose any of our fine staff members. Especially in the marketing area, which will eventually be so important in regaining the customers we might lose in this recession."

Cindy didn't like the way the conversation was starting. She tried not to look nervous or weak in front of her bosses, but Tom's words were beginning to scare her.

"A small group of VP's and Directors have studied the organizational chart and are in the process of preparing a report to the CEO on our recommendations for cost-cutting," Tom said. "Obviously, Paul and I will be the ones looking at Marketing. Now, as you know Cindy, it's not a huge department to begin with. So the options are fairly limited."

Cindy nodded.

"It would be simple to recommend that the newest employees be considered for layoffs. But I don't think that's how you should run a company," Tom said, staring directly at Cindy. He leaned forward in his chair slightly. "I believe the best employees should be retained no matter when they were hired."

All Cindy could think of was the word 'layoff' she heard a second ago. 'Damn,' she thought to herself.

"Commitment to the company and a willingness to go the extra mile are imperative in these tight times. We're all going to have to make some sacrifices," Tom said, relaxing a little and leaning back into his chair.

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes," Cindy said during the pause, not sure if it was the right time to jump in or not.

"Great. Perfect," Tom said. "Paul and I don't take our task lightly and we want to make absolutely certain that we make the right decision in the end."

He paused for several seconds, which seemed like minutes to Cindy. Tom looked down at the pen, twirled it on the desktop, then looked back at Cindy.

"Cindy, we don't want to have to lay you off. Paul and I want you to have every possible opportunity to show us that you want to stay with the company and be a valuable contributor," Tom said.

"Like I said, I'm willing to do whatever it takes," Cindy repeated.

Tom tried not to stare at her, certain that a persistent gaze would give away his thoughts. "We may very well have to decide between you and another staff member, Cindy. We will need to be absolutely confident that your dedication to the company is steadfast."

"OK," she replied, not wanting to say again, for the third time, how she felt. She crossed her legs in the opposite direction, more out of nervousness than discomfort. She saw Tom and Paul exchange a quick glance, as if Tom was looking for Paul's reaction to something.

"Cindy, stand up for me please," Tom said.

The words took the young woman by surprise, but she obeyed. Cindy smoothed out her skirt as soon as she was on her feet. She saw Tom's tongue barely slide across his lips as he gazed at her. Then he said, "Take off your blouse."

Cindy's eyes widened. "Hey. That's not…I don't…"

Tom sat emotionless in his chair. Paul slouched in the corner of the couch as if watching TV at home. Cindy's mind spun from the myriad of thoughts going through her head. Should I just leave? Is it the end of my career with the company if I do? What happens if I stay?

"I really don't think this is necessary," Cindy managed to say in an unsteady voice.

"You can make this a very easy decision for us, Cindy…one way or another," Tom said.

That answered her questions, Cindy decided. She now knew keeping her job most likely hinged on her staying. But where would this lead?

She surprised herself by slowly raising her hands to the top button of her blouse. Cindy looked directly at Tom while she opened it. That one was easy. The next one was directly in line with the bottom of her breasts and she knew it would expose a good portion of them. She gradually got it open without any change, whatsoever, in Tom's expression. Cindy was too nervous to look at Paul.

One more button brought her to the point where she'd have to untuck the blouse to fully open it. Cindy glanced down, pulled the blouse up until she could see another button, then slowly undid it. There was one more. She decided to finish the job and then reconsider her options.

Cindy stood with the blouse completely untucked and hanging open. Her full breasts peeked out from under the sheer material, the center of her lacy black bra clearly visible. When she hesitated, Tom said, "Take it off, Cindy."

The tone of his voice was almost comforting, as if removing the blouse was inevitable and everything was going to be alright. In the back of her mind, Cindy played with the thought that this was all he wanted.

The young woman lightly pulled on the blouse, slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall down her arms. A second later she held it in one hand. The men's eyes were instantly all over her upper body, from the smooth curve of her shoulders to the gentle rise of her breasts and down to her flat stomach.

"Put it down, Cindy," Tom told her. "And turn around."

Cindy laid the blouse on her chair, then deliberately turned to face Paul. Her look was one of confidence, but underneath fear was swelling. She swiveled back around to face Tom.

"Your very beautiful, Cindy. Now the skirt," Tom said.

Cindy's heart sank and she felt a knot in her stomach. If she continued there would likely be no turning back. If she put a stop to it there would likely be no more paychecks.

Cindy instinctively reached down and pushed off one shoe, then the other. After a deep breath and a slight pause, she pulled down the zipper at the side of her skirt. When she was unbuttoning her blouse, Cindy had time to think—even compose herself. Now, she was one motion away from undressing down to her underwear in front of her two bosses.

Maybe it was good, then, that all she had to do was let go of the skirt and let it fall to the floor.

Cindy defiantly kicked the garment aside and stood in the middle of the room. Tom and Paul stared at the little black panties that hid Cindy's pussy and ass from their view. Only now did they fully appreciate the beauty of her body.

Paul fidgeted on the couch, attempting to discreetly relieve the pressure around his hardening cock. Tom also felt the familiar ache. And he was the only one among them who knew what was coming.

"These are extraordinary times we are facing, Cindy. They will call for extraordinary measures," Tom said, his eyes scanning her entire body. "We need total commitment from everybody in the company."

Damn it. He wants me naked, Cindy thought to herself. Just get it over with and move on.

"Are you ready to show that dedication, Cindy?"

Oh, fuck..

Cindy reached behind her back and nervously managed to unhook her bra in the first attempt. At the same time, Paul lifted the front of his pants and let his cock finally stretch up towards his belt, not caring who might see him. Cindy pressed the bra against her breasts for a moment, then tugged on the straps and let the bra fall forward.

She stood with the bra hanging at her side, making no attempt to hide her firm breasts. Her upturned nipples swelled in the cool air and, perhaps, from the inevitable stimulation she felt being so exposed to the two men.

Cindy tossed the bra onto the chair. She knew it was useless to wait for Tom to say anything else. All three people in the room knew what had to happen next.

She turned to face Tom, her ass pointed at Paul. Cindy put her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and began to push them down. She bent over at the waist to take the panties off her legs…as quickly as she possibly could without losing her balance.

Tom gazed at her luscious breasts as they hung in front of him. Paul repositioned his cock as he stared at her ass and pussy. Then Cindy was standing up again, her legs tightly held together.

"Turn around. Slowly," Tom said.

The men made no attempts to hide their fascination with Cindy's incredible, young, naked body. There were no flaws to be found. And they looked everywhere.

When Cindy completed her unhurried circle, Tom pushed his chair back and stood up. He began walking around his desk towards her and Cindy could not fail to notice the bulge in his pants. Tom stopped just inches in front of her.

"Very well done, Cindy. Your commitment so far has been exemplary," he said, running his fingers down her blonde hair and onto her bare shoulder.

So far?

"But I think you've made Paul a little uncomfortable."

Tom and Cindy glanced over at Paul. Like Tom, Paul's pants could not conceal his erection.

Tom continued: "I think one last act of loyalty would convince us that you are too valuable to let go. Don't you agree, Paul?"

"I don't think that's too much to ask," he replied.

Cindy couldn't hold back any more. "This is unfair, demeaning, and…and probably illegal," she stated, fighting back tears as she spoke.

Tom ran his fingers over the top of Cindy's left breast, letting them slide down to her bright pink nipple. "Paul, how valuable is Stephanie Rogers to you?"

"Oh, it would be a major loss if we let her go," Paul said of the other young marketing specialist he supervised.

Tom squeezed Cindy's nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Cindy cringed at the reaction it caused between her legs. She also winced at the mere name of her least favorite co-worker, a woman who she knew would do anything to make her bosses happy. Yet, here was Cindy, naked before them and submitting to every demand…so far.

"So, it might come down to those two," Tom said.

"I'm afraid so," Paul agreed.

They HAVE to know how I feel about her, Cindy thought. Damn it.

The men watched Cindy as she processed the situation. Both nipples now stood out prominently from Tom's ministrations. She looked like a goddess in her nudity.

"What do you want?" Cindy finally asked.

"I think you should take out Paul's cock and give him some relief. You can decide for yourself how to relieve him," Tom said.

Fine. I'll give him the quickest blowjob he ever had and get out of here, she said to herself.

Cindy walked over to the couch and looked down at her boss. Paul sat with his legs slightly parted, waiting for her next move. Cindy sank to her knees and unbuckled his belt. It only took her a few seconds to get the pants open and the zipper down. Paul's erection was plainly visible inside his boxers. Cindy reached for the opening in front, found the stiff shaft and pulled it out.

Tom watched from behind Cindy as she handled Paul's cock. He looked at her small, round ass as she kneeled by the couch. His own erection grew even harder at the sight.

Cindy pushed down on Paul's boxers, put her right hand around the base of his cock and began to lower her head. Paul watched her blonde hair fall into his lap and her breasts hang freely in front of him. Then her lips parted and the head of his cock disappeared into her mouth.

Cindy licked pre-cum from the tip before allowing herself to take in the rest of him. Her tongue slid up and down the shaft as Paul's cock made its first trip between her lips. Paul sat back on the couch and prepared himself for the most pleasurable few moments of his life.

Cindy wasted no time getting to work. Her head frantically bobbed up and down on the cock. It wasn't exactly the most romantic blowjob he'd ever had, but Paul was definitely not going to complain. Cindy's mouth was warm and wet and tight.

Tom watched quietly at first, then gave in to temptation and moved directly behind Cindy. She didn't even know he was there until she felt his hands on her ass. Tom was on his knees feeling the soft skin of her thighs. Then his fingers slid back up along the crack of her ass and around her hips.

Paul watched as Tom moved his hands along Cindy's side until they reached her breasts. Tom cupped the two hanging tits in his palms before concentrating, once again, on Cindy's nipples. She couldn't suppress a moan as Tom pinched and pulled the nipples. Paul felt the pressure of her lips on his cock increase.

Cindy felt her breasts being kneaded by Tom's big hands, sending jolts clear to her pussy. She scolded herself for allowing the erect cock in her mouth and the hands on her breasts to arouse her. Then the hands were gone and her mind returned to Paul's cock.

Cindy heard rustling behind her, but paid little attention until Tom's hands were back on her waist. A second later she felt the undeniable presence of a hard cock on top of her ass. Now, for the first time, she felt totally vulnerable. The situation was out of control, with no going back.

Tom moved his hand under Cindy's ass and directly onto her pussy. Instantly, he found the entrance he was looking for. She felt a finger enter her. It leisurely probed her, reaching deep inside and along the wet walls.

"Cindy! You're soaking wet," Tom said derisively. "Are you enjoying this?"

She lifted her head just long enough to mutter, "No!"

But Tom put his free hand back on her breast and squeezed the nipple. She immediately stiffened and Tom felt her pussy tighten around his finger. After a couple more strokes, he withdrew the finger and ran it over her clit. A shudder rolled through Cindy's entire body and she could not stifle another moan.

"Ahhh, I think you're lying to me. Your body is saying something else," Tom said as he moved so that his cock could slide down Cindy's ass and closer to her pussy.

Tom took his cock in one hand and guided it over Cindy's clit, using it as a real-life dildo. He applied more pressure, at the same time squeezing Cindy's entire tit in his other hand.

Cindy raised her hips trying to avoid the indisputable pleasure she felt. Tom's weight didn't allow her to escape entirely, however. He continued to rub her clit with his cock, feeling the cool flesh of her exposed ass against his stomach.

Cindy clamped down harder on Paul's cock in an attempt to keep her moans to herself. She was no longer holding the cock with one hand, at some point deciding she wanted the entire thing available for sucking. Cindy realized with each passing minute that she was losing her willingness to fight.

"What is it you want, Cindy? Tell me," Tom said.

Don't answer. Don't give in, she told herself.

"C'mon, Cindy. Tell me. What do you want?"

Don't do it.

Tom's cock was rock hard. The head was huge from stimulation and he had it right at the entrance to her pussy. Cindy felt it separate the skin as it prepared to enter her.

"Say it, Cindy!"

Tom's hand rubbed her clit. Cindy thought she was going to explode as her nipple rolled between his fingers. She pulled her head back.

"OK. Yes. Yes, please," she whimpered.

"Say it!"

"Please fuck me! Please!"

Tom drove his cock into her in one swift, sudden movement. Cindy's head fell back down onto Paul's cock as she cried out in pain and pleasure. She sucked it harder to hold back the remaining squeals of delight that were inside her. Tom was as hard and thick as any man she'd ever had. And with the attention he had paid to her body beforehand, it wouldn't be long before she knew she'd have to cum.


Recession



He smiled as he dropped the five envelopes into the mailbox and kept walking. That was the last piece of the nasty business he had to handle. Briefly he wondered how long it would take for the explosions to start.

He knew when they would finish; August thirty first. That was the date they would sit down in the lawyer's office and go over all the financial records and discuss division of property. Right now, she also thought they'd be discussing child support payments, but four of those five envelopes would negate those talks.

She also thought that she held all of the cards, but his lawyer assured him, she held half, and he held the other half. Georgia is a 'No-Fault' state, which means a divorce, no matter what the reason, gives equal division of all marital assets to each person.

----

When Jonathon and Lori met, he had been a very successful financial planner, with a large office in Buckhead. She had been a manager of a catering company that had catered the Christmas party of Devon & Associates.

Jonathon was one of the Associates and was slated to take over their out of state accounts when Bill Tisdale retired. He smiled, shook hands, slapped backs, and made sure that everyone's glass of champagne was kept full.

"Hey, any more of that shrimp stuff?" he smiled as Lori popped out of the kitchen to check the buffet table.

"Uh, yeah, um, I mean, yes, sir," she stammered.

Jonathon was the handsomest man she'd ever seen and he smiled at her, his blue eyes never letting her go.

He continued to circulate among his coworkers, but every time he saw her, he made a point of smiling at her, nodding his head, letting her know he was aware of her presence.

Lori Pruitta wasn't used to men showing her any attention; she was short and fat. The two other females on her staff, however, barely elicited any response from 'the tall, good looking guy with the curly hair.'

"Um, hey, suppose I want you to cater an intimate dinner for two?" Jonathon asked her as she and Debbie and Angie were tearing down the equipment.

She almost felt like crying; obviously this guy had a girlfriend or wife and had only been interested in her for her services, not her for herself.

"That would be fine, I can send one of my girls..." she began to say.

"No, no, I'd really like it if you would do it," he smiled.

----

She showed up at his Buckhead condominium and quickly set up in his kitchen and agreed with him that the balcony would be the most romantic place; as it was unseasonably warm that evening.

"So, um, when is your date going to be here?" she asked, wanting to kick herself for asking.

"She just got here," he smiled and took her hand and led her to the small table on the balcony.

----

She wanted to turn off the bedside lamps, but he insisted on seeing her nude body. She shrugged out of the industrial strength bra and he groaned in appreciation as her heavy breasts spilled out. He groaned again when she eased her large panties, 'grandma undies,' her friend Monica laughingly called them, and her very profuse bush of dark pubic hair came into view.

She looked on in fascination as his nearly perfect body was exposed to her and she actually felt light-headed when he pulled her onto the bed and sucked wet, noisy kisses from her lips.

"No, don't!" she protested when his wandering mouth came close to her pussy. "That's dirty!"

"You wash it, right?" he asked her and she nodded her head yes.

"Then it ain't dirty," he argued and put his mouth directly onto her wet slit.

----

She began to watch her diet and actually went with Monica to the gym on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. When she saw that Monica was only going to the gym to flirt with Matt, the personal trainer, she switched to Monday and Wednesday.

"But, why?" Jonathon asked. "You're perfect.

----

The following Christmas, he proposed marriage to her. He took her to a trendy restaurant, and then took her to the Omni, which overlooked all of downtown Atlanta, quite beautiful in the nighttime. In the very center of the king sized bed was a small jewelry box, it's red velvet quite visible against the white comforter.

"Is that what I think it is?" she barely dared to ask.

"I don't know," he said easily. "If you think it's 'I'm going to get down on my knees and beg you to marry me and promise to spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy and love you forever,' then yes, that's what it is."

----

Even with catering her lavish wedding, and the few other contacts supplied to them by Devon & Associates, Catherine's Caterers had to close its business. When it had been in Catherine's hands, it had been a successful business, but Terri, Catherine's daughter, had a bit of cocaine habit and spent the money faster than they could make it.

Lori was stricken with fear but bravely went looking for work. Like most people that had struggled with a weight problem for much of their lives, Lori still saw herself as the fat little kid and had very low self-esteem.

----

Jackson's, an automobile parts supplier, saw themselves as very lucky to acquire such an attractive young woman with such a wealth of experience. Bob and Ben Jackson, sons of the original Mr. Jackson, and Larry Knolles, the warehouse supervisor, fawned attention and praise to the befuddled and pleased Lori.

Jonathon, at first, encouraged his wife to go out and have drinks with the guys, get to know them, enjoy herself. He had no reason to be jealous or wary; she was his wife, after all.

----

The economy overseas was beginning to slip and he began to warn his supervisors, colleagues, and his own clients. He sent out many memos and went so far as to withdraw his own portfolio from several key accounts.

So, when the shit hit the fan, Devon & Associates stepped aside and let it hit Jonathon.

"You lost your job?" Lori asked, the contempt evident in her voice.

She was different. The changes had been subtle at first, but when he stopped and took inventory of their marriage, the changes had become most noticeable after her business trip to Chicago. 

She had her cell phone with her, but had never answered it the entire week she was there. She hadn't told her what hotel she was staying at, so he couldn't call the hotel and ask for her room. The automobile parts convention was being held at a convention center and there were eighteen hotels within easy walking distance of the center.

When he tried to talk with her about the convention, when he expressed concern that he'd not heard from her the entire week, nor been able to contact her, she blew up and they spent her first night home night sleeping in separate bedrooms.

She continued to make advances in her job, and soon convinced him to leave his cozy Buckhead condominium and move into a townhouse that was close to her place of employment. The sale of his condo netted him much less than he'd hoped for, and the proceeds were swallowed up by the six hundred and eighty thousand dollar sales price of the townhouse. When he lost his job and her paycheck had to pay all expenses, her contempt of him grew by leaps and bounds.

----

"Guess what, Honey?" she excitedly told him one night over dinner.

"I don't know," he said, missing the fact that she'd called him 'Honey.'

"I'm pregnant!" she crowed. "We're having a baby!"

He knew their marriage was over.

The last time he'd made love to her was nearly four months ago. She'd not noticed the lack of intimacy, so caught up in her job.

The baby was born on a cold November morning and Jonathon smiled and accepted the congratulations of Ben, Bob, and Larry. She named the boy Francis, after her father and Jonathon agreed that this was a fine name for the boy.

----

He swabbed the baby's mouth and put the swab into a plastic bag. He used a second swab in his own mouth and sealed it in a separate plastic bag. The ad on the Internet promised quick, accurate DNA test results, and he watched the mailbox diligently.

He made five copies of the results and hid them in the top of the closet in the second bedroom.

Lori was to have six weeks off for maternity leave, but Jonathon wasn't surprised when she went back to work after only three weeks.

"At least we don't have to get a day-care center, since you're out of a job," she said glibly.

----

His buddy, Shane, had also been let go from Devon & Associates, but not for any financial reasons. He'd been let go for 'dipping his pen into Clark Devon's ink-well,' or more appropriately, into Mandy Devon, Clark's wife. 

Shane had to laugh at how easily he'd been caught and after settling up and squaring away all of his debts and obligations, decided to open his own surveillance business.

"Not a problem," he smiled and assured Jonathon. "Kind of a shame, though, I remember how much you two were in love."

"Yeah, kind of wish she would remember that," Jonathon agreed and shifted Francis from one arm to the other.

----

The OSHA Inspector was certainly thorough in his job, even got a ladder and checked their air-conditioner ventilation. Finally, he seemed satisfied and filled out the forms and promised them they'd be getting the results in the mail.

----

The pictures were very clear and left no question; his wife was in her office, on her knees, sucking Ben's cock.

She was perched on the edge of her desk, Bob's cock plowing her hairy pussy.

She was bent over her desk, Larry drilling her from behind.

She was on her back, Ben's cock in her pussy, and Larry's cock in her mouth.

----

"Hey, Sara, hate to do this, but could you watch Francis?" he cheerfully asked his mother.

"But of course, got a job interview?" she asked.

"Yeah, something like that," he agreed.

Lori was livid with rage when she arrived home and there was no sign of husband or child. She read and reread the note, and snorted with derision. She gave no information to her mother or father when she came to pick up the baby, just sullenly collected the baby and left.

----

Carol Jackson happily opened the thick envelope. The pictures turned her blood cold, though.

Dianne Jackson sobbed bitterly, the contents of the envelope on the table in front of her.

Natalie Knolles very calmly withdrew every last penny from their savings accounts, cashed in their IRAs and Money-Market accounts, gathered up all of his possessions and dumped them into their swimming pool.

Sara and Francis Pruitta felt sick to their stomachs, but after reading the DNA laboratory test results, set their jaws firmly and promised one another that they would stay out of their daughter's business.

-----

It had started with light verbal banter, a few innuendos here and there.

At the bar after work, a few 'accidental' touches, a few warm embraces, a few comments.

A few disparaging remarks about 'men that would let their wives go out with the boys,' a few comments about how beautiful she was and what they'd do if she were their wife.

A couple of off-handed remarks about what a failure Jonathon was when he lost his job and was unable to find gainful employment.

By the time the plane touched down in Chicago, Lori was primed and ready to be the company slut.

She had no respect for Jonathon, had long ago ceased caring about his feelings or opinions or point of view.

She absolutely idolized the three men of Jackson's and would do anything at all to please them.

The fact that they were staying to two adjoining suites was of no importance to her; she knew that all four of them would be staying in the one suite.

When she discovered she was pregnant, none of the men at Jackson's were happy to hear this, so she tried to warm up to Jonathon again, but the damage had been done, on her end and on his.

"Fucking dumb ass," she heard one of the men tell the other. "He fucking thinks the kid's his."

----

"Fucking shame," Jonathon cheerfully said when Lori dourly told him she was unemployed.

Jackson's had been sold; one half of the profits went to Carol and Dianne and Larry's wife was suing Ben and Bob for compensation. Larry was still trying to get half of his money back from Natalie.

"Find out who the daddy is," Jonathon laughed when Lori's lawyer approached the subject of child support. Jonathon's lawyer cheerfully slid the DNA test results across the table to her lawyer.

"You are fucking joking," Lori spat when she was told that she would have to give Jonathon half of their marital assets.

In the recession, both Jonathon and Lori are unemployed, and both are finding it hard to find gainful employment.

Fucking shame, as Jonathon says.



Recession



Mary awoke with a start lying on her back in bed with a heavy weight pinning her down. She opened her eyes to see the familiar face of Jason, her friend Jessica's husband. 

"Jason - what are you doing?" she gasped.

"Shush Mary - just let me dump my load in you and I'll let you go back to sleep". As he spoke his knees pushed between the sleepy girls legs.

"Jason no - let me up."

"They'll be something going up in a moment, but it won't be you. Be a good girl Mary and just take it," Jason replied.

He pulled the girls nightdress up and pushed with his knees to spread her legs further apart. She could feel his cock pressing at the entrance of her pussy. He smiled at her and then in one sharp movement forced his erect member into the girl's dry vagina. Mary gasped in anguish and tried fruitlessly to pull her legs together. 

"Tight little cunt you've got there - have to see what I can do about that!"

"Stop it - I'll scream!"

"And you'll be heard by who? We're alone in the house - Jessica and the baby are at her parents. Now shut up and take it you little bitch."

Jason thrust deeper into the girl who gasped in pain. He held her shoulders down while thrusting deeper and deeper. Mary began to pant under Jason's exertion as he built his rhythm. He thrust deeper and deeper bringing Mary to increasing levels of excitement. 

"Getting a bit more interested aren't you, you little slut?" he sneered. 

Then in a flash, he halted, gripped her shoulders even harder and started pumping his seed into her. He pumped for what seemed to the girl an eternity.

"There - that's better. I'm all empty now." 

He leaned forward and kissed Mary's forehead. Then he pulled out his now flaccid member in one quick gesture and jumped out of the bed.

"You're not much of a fuck but it's better than carrying all that cum around in me," he said unkindly. "Jessica is back tomorrow so I'll have a proper fuck. She may not be as tight since the birth but she knows how to service a man." 

As he spoke he stepped over to Mary's dresser opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of her panties. He slowly wiped his cock with the panties and then tossed them back into the drawer.

Mary looked at him with tears in her eyes - unable to believe what had just happened.

"Don't cry honey - I'm sure you'll do better next time," he smirked. "Here - buy yourself something nice with this!" he said tossing a $20 note onto her dresser.

"I'm telling Jessica about this," she replied tearfully.

"Great - maybe she'll give you a few pointers!" he answered cruelly. "Just remember whose roof you live under."

Thirty minutes later, Mary sat at her dressing table drying her long blonde hair. She had showered at length but still felt dirty and used. She thought about the circumstances that had reduced her to this position. Three months ago she had a good job as an analyst in a leading Wall Street company. A Wall Street Company so leading that no one had anticipated its collapse - leaving her jobless and unable to make the rent payments on her New Jersey apartment. The offer to live with Jessica, her oldest friend, and Jason, had seemed like a godsend. She could stay with them rent free, all included - even food. Jessica told her that she could "help" with the baby to earn her keep (Jessica had given birth some six months earlier). The arrangement had seemed ideal; she had her own room with bathroom and ate her meals with the family. This arrangement had worked fine for the first 3 weeks. Now Mary had the dilemma of whether to tell Jessica or to stay quiet. She was still jobless and certainly couldn't afford to move out but she surely owed it to her friend to tell her what sort of lowlife she was married to.

Mary kept to her room for the rest of the day and didn't see any more of Jason. Hopefully he was wracked with guilt over what he'd done. Mary resolved to speak to Jessica the next day - she'd be back some time around lunchtime and Jason would be safely at work. In the meantime she'd put a chair up against her bedroom door. Also she now had a pair of dirty panties to wash.

Jessica came home the next day at midday, clutching a load of baby equipment. She called out to Mary to help her. Mary came to the front door to help. She looked at her friend. 

Jessica was 25 years old, 5 foot 10 inches, slim (allowing for a little post pregnancy extra pounds) with shoulder length black hair. She exuded a confidence that Mary found quite intimidating. Jessica was beautiful, confident, articulate and driven. By comparison Mary (younger at 23) at only 5 foot 5 with her long blonde hair and timid manner always stayed in Jessica's shadow. Mary was pretty in a girl next door way - her not inconsiderable 40DD bust line attached to her slim frame always gave the look that she was maybe carrying a few extra pounds. Jessica with her long legs and her more proportional 38C bust line oozed sex appeal. Currently her breasts were swollen with milk, expanding her close to Mary's size but on her the bulkier breasts looked provocative and inviting.

Having safely unpacked and placed the sleeping baby into her cot, Jessica and Mary went into the kitchen to have a drink and talk. Jessica clearly knew that her friend had something to tell her and sat waiting for the smaller girl to start. Mary looked at her friend - a girl she'd known since high school, perhaps her only real friend in the world and prepared to destroy her world. Her eyes filled with tears as she blurted out "Jason raped me last night". She then burst into tears. Jessica immediately stood up and took the younger girl into her arms, hugging her close to her.

"There, there honey. Be brave and tell Jessica all about it."

Through floods of tears, Mary recounted the story of last night. Jessica listened with out commenting. As soon as it was clear that Mary had finished, Jessica stood, stepped across to the kitchen worktop and took a tissue from a box on the side. She dabbed the tissue on Mary's cheeks - mopping up her tears. Then she held it to Mary's nose and ordered her to blow. Mary did as she was told and surprisingly felt a little better.

Jessica looked at her friend pityingly. "Mary darling, you really haven't been raped. There isn't a mark on you - you didn't make any sort of struggle. You led there like a good little girl and took your fucking - just like you always have. You're so submissive."

Mary looked at her friend in shock - she couldn't believe her brutality and her eyes filled with tears again.

There, there darling. Don't start that again," Jessica cooed, dabbing at the younger girls cheeks again. "It's my fault really. Since the baby I haven't been able to service Jason as well as usual. I should have guessed he'd be looking elsewhere - it's lucky you were here so we kept it in the family."

Mary couldn't believe her friends callous attitude - some sort of defence mechanism?

"Well I guess I'd better sort out the mess you've gotten yourself into - again," Jessica stated. "First things first - I know you're not on the pill so you'd better take this."

She handed Mary a small white pill she'd taken out of her purse.

"What is this?" Mary asked.

"Just take it - here's some water. Wash it down in one."

Mary obediently did as she was told.

"The morning after pill - a godsend to silly girls like you! Now I guess I'd better have a look at you and make sure there's no damage. Come upstairs."

Mary followed her friend upstairs into her bedroom. Jessica stopped on the way to take a towel out of the cupboard. She opened the towel and placed it onto Mary's bed. 

"Okay - take your panties off and jump up."

Mary pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She sat on the towel on the bed.

Jessica first picked up Mary's discarded panties and examined them. 

"No blood - that's good. You should try being more careful how you wipe that little ass of yours though," she informed Mary.

"Lie down on your back and spread yourself," Jessica instructed.

Mary did as she was told. Her friend pushed her skirt up, eased her legs further apart and moved in closer to examine Mary's pussy.

"Now let's have a look done here," she said bending to examine her friend's most private places. "My, you're hairy down here. Next time I go to the beauty parlor you're coming with me to sort that out."

Jessica eased her friend's pussy lips apart and gently pushed a finger into the younger girl. "I just need to get inside," she said gently parting her friend's pussy lips and forcing a finger inside her. Mary let out a little sigh as she felt her friends probing finger. She flushed scarlet at her friend's intrusions.

"Everything looks okay down here - apart from being a bit smelly. Brace yourself I'm going to put another finger in."

The insertion of a second finger, with considerably less gentleness, produced a deeper sigh from Mary. Noticing this, Jessica moved her fingers around inside her friend. This produced a little pant and also Jessica could now feel some wetness inside her friend. She let her thumb flick Mary's clit resulting in a deep gasp.

"Okay darling - I think I know what you need," Jessica said pulling herself up onto the bed next to her friend.

She slipped in a third finger and flicked the clit harder.

"No - don't do that," Mary said.

"Shush - make you feel better," said Jessica pulling her fingers out and thrusting them quickly back in. Mary gasped and made an effort to sit up but Jessica easily held her down with her left hand wile starting a thrusting action with her right hand. As she pushed her fingers in, her thumb gave Mary's clit a hard flick. Jessica began to build up a rhythm - thrusting and flicking. By now Mary was panting out load, each sound louder than the last. Jessica increased the tempo, thrusting harder and harder producing a squelching noise as she pushed in ad out of the wetter and wetter pussy. Finally she sensed her friend was on the verge of coming and thrust hard inside one last time while simultaneously pushing her thumb hard into the clit. Mary came very, very hard, crying out, tears running down her face. At her moment of orgasm she wet herself - the stench of her urine adding to her embarrassment as she came and urinated over her friends hand simultaneously.

"Well I didn't expect that - but I think you probably needed it," Jessica said, wiping her hand on Mary's already sodden skirt. Stay here - I'll get something to clean you up with.

Jessica disappeared into the bathroom and came back a couple of minutes later with a small bowl of soapy water, a sponge and a clean towel. 

"Take off your skirt and give it to me."

Mary did as she was told - Jessica took the skirt and tossed it into the laundry basket. 

"Mrs Jenkins can sort that out."

Mary colored at the though of Jessica's middle aged cleaner washing her piss stained skirt.

"I'll just give you a little wash down here - make you all fresh and clean"

Jessica took the sponge, dipped it into the soapy water and set to washing her friend's private parts. When finished she picked up the towel and rubbed her friends fanny and ass dry - turning her round to get at her ass more easily. As a final gesture she produced a large tube of cream from the pocket of her dress and started to rub it into Mary's ass.

"Just some nappy rash cream - don't want you getting a sore booty do we?" 

When she finished, she patted Mary's ass and let her get up from the bed.

Jason returned home from work a few hours later. As was their normal routine, Jessica fed and bathed the baby, put her to bed and then the three adults ate their evening meal together. The atmosphere was quiet and strained. At the end of the meal, Jessica led Jason into the lounge, while Mary loaded the dishwasher. "Just give us a few moments please, Mary," she asked her friend. 

Mary finished her chores and then sat at the breakfast bar reading a magazine. A few minutes later Jessica put her head round the door "Come into the lounge Mary, we want to talk to you," she said.

Mary entered the lounge to find Jason stood in the middle of the room with Jessica next to him. With his short dark hair, and tall handsome features she was struck once again by what a great couple they made. He was also almost as clever as his wife.

"Jason has something to say to you," Jessica told her.

"Mary, I'm sorry if I was rough with you last night," he said seemingly contritely.

"Good. Now Mary, are you going to apologize for the silly way you reacted last night?" Jessica asked.

On an intellectual level Mary couldn't believe what she was hearing. Jason had apologised merely for being rough with her and now she was meant to apologise for having complained about being raped! However a lifetime of deference to Jessica, her friend, sister and mother rolled into one made her take the easy way out. "I'm sorry for the way I acted," she said quietly.

"Good girl" Jessica said. "Now come here." She indicated a position directly in front of Jason. Mary walked forward and stood where indicated. "On your knees please" - again Mary complied. Jason stepped forward immediately in front of Mary. In one swift move, Jessica unzipped his trousers, pulled his erect cock out and grabbing Mary by her hair pulled her head forward so that she took Jason's tool into her mouth. "Now suck hard" she ordered. Jason took Mary's head and started to thrust in and out of her mouth. 

The taste and smell of Jason's cock made Mary want to hurl but she was held too tight to do anything but submit to the assault.

"Don't deep throat her - she's not used to it and I don't want her choking," Jessica ordered. 

In a remarkably short amount of time - only about a dozen thrusts - Jason announced that he was about to come. Between Jason and Jessica they held Marys head and he pumped his semen into her mouth. Jason pulled his cock out of the girl, Jessica closed her mouth. 

"Now swallow" she ordered. Mary did as ordered - it was either that or choke anyway.

"Apology accepted!" Jason said with a big grin. He patted Mary on the head and pulled his cock back into his pants. He zipped up and stepped away.

"Go to your room now Mary. I'll come to see you in a bit," Jessica ordered.

A numb and humiliated Mary ran from the room.

Jason looked at his wife in awe. "Your power over that girl is amazing. Yesterday I raped her and today she gives me a blow job to apologise for what I did!"

"Actually Jason, yesterday wasn't rape because I'd given you permission to do her".

"I think a court of law might have a different interpretation but I'm not complaining," he replied. "Although she's a very average fuck."

"All three of her previous sexual partners would agree with you there. I should know - I've arranged every sexual encounter she's 

had," Jessica stated.

"Wow - you could really do that?"

"Of course I can - her first boy fucked her as a favor to me. Actually he wasn't strictly the first - I took her cherry with a dildo on her eighteenth birthday. I slipped a little something into her drink before I did it. She thinks that she did it with a banana in a drunken stupor!"

"I'm betting you encourage that mistake"

"Encouraged and in fact staged. I've still got the bloodstained sheets. I make her sleep in them every now and then."

"Jessica my darling - I think I'd like to fuck you stupid," Jason said.

"I'm a very clever woman, that's going to take a lot of work" she replied.

"I'm up for the challenge," he responded.

"Just give me 5 minutes to sort out Mary and I'm al yours - see you in the bedroom". She gave him a long lingering kiss and ran her fingers over his now recovered equipment. She left the room.

Mary lay on the bed - still sobbing from her ill use by her friends. Jessica entered the room and sat on the side of the bed. She pulled a tissue from her pocket and expertly mopped her friend's tears up. She stated to gently stroke her friends face while utterly soothing noises as one would a distressed child.

"Don't cry little one - it's all over now. Jason isn't going to touch you again. I'll make sure of that"

Jessica pulled Mary to her and patted her gently still uttering soothing noises. "Ii tell you what - I'll look after you from now on - would you like that?"

"Yes please Jessica," Mary sobbed.

"Good - that's settled then. Now let's get you into bed and off to sleep."

With a mothers practised ease, Jessica slipped off Mary's dress over her head. Next she stood her up, spun her round and undid the clasp on her bra. She pulled the big white bra off with ease. Next she reached around the girl to quickly rub her large nipples. As a final flourish she pulled down her panties. She looked the girl up and down. "A few extra pounds on you but you're still quite a pretty girl. Come on - get your nightie on and into bed before you catch a cold."

Mary did as she was instructed. Jessica reached over and stroked the girls face. "Go to sleep little one - Jessica will look after you" Mary's eyes closed and she started to drift off to sleep.

Jessica looked down one last time at the girl.

"I'm going to have some real fucking enjoyment out of you girl," she thought. "Oh well - tomorrow's job. I have a cock to go and sit on" She smiled to herself and walked out of the room. 



Recession



Many thanks to HMAuthor for first editing and improving this story.

Enormous gratitude to Arabic_Beauty22, whose sharp eye and sensitivity to how words help or hurt the flow of a story were dazzling. Even more unforgettable was the way this editor embraced the story and totally committed to making it better than it had any right to be. 

*

As the recession plunged the economy into chaos, it did the same thing to our sex life. My marriage turned into a crazy financial graph, moving insanely in all directions.

Lily and I had been married for six years when I was downsized. I think we were happy, and there wasn't anything unusual about our union. I worked as an accountant in the local office of a large national company, and she worked as an executive assistant for a bank officer.

We had some savings and a mortgage. Lily's salary would cover the mortgage, but not much more. Even if we did cut our expenses down to the basics, we'd still run out of money within a year.

For the first week, I spent every waking minute making phone calls and sending out resumes. That covered everything locally. Because of the recession, we knew that we couldn't expect money for relocation, so I didn't pursue anything outside our area.

Lily said she would ask for a raise but was turned down. I could see she was disappointed when she came home. The next morning was the first time I saw a different side to her.

"If they won't give me more money, I'll find someone who will," she said at breakfast and then stormed out of the house. Within a week, she had a new job that paid more than double what she had been making previously. It turned out she was well known to the other local bank executives, and as soon as a competing vice president heard she was available, he hired her right away.

She told me he was divorced and had a questionable reputation, but overall the interview had been professional, and so she accepted the job. 

After a few days on the job, she came home and told me how her boss had dumped a huge amount of work on her and was amazed at how adeptly she handled it. We were both relieved that our financial situation seemed to be stable for now.

I continued to check online and read the newspapers for any possible job leads, and whenever I met someone new, whether in line at the grocery or at a coffee house, my conversation was always directed to whether that person might know someone who could use a hard-working, experienced CPA. Otherwise, I focused on our home and supporting Lily. 

I took on all the household responsibilities that were once shared. I didn't mind the shopping, cleaning and cooking. I loved my wife, and it was the least I could do since she was working long hours.

Lily came home exhausted every night and spent most of the weekend resting for the following work week. It began to take a toll on our relationship. 

Neither of us had been highly active sexually before we were married, and I guess the best word to describe our sex life was compatible. 

Lily had a pretty face, but her best asset was her body. She dressed in standard business attire, so few people noticed what I saw when we went to bed.

I was the more enthusiastic one when making love, and she was always responsive. Except on rare occasions, we stuck to one position, with me on top. I always achieved satisfaction, and I think she usually did, too, although sometimes I wondered. She never said anything and seemed content to give me my pleasure without complaint.

Now, when I tried to make advances, I saw she was so tired that she could barely go through the motions, so I didn't approach her often. After a few weeks of frustration, I brought it up at dinner.

"I know it's not your fault," I said, "but do you have any ideas? I don't think it's good for our marriage the way things are right now."

"I don't know," Lily replied. "I think I'm so worn out that it just seems like another job to satisfy you in bed. I'm sorry. I know it's my duty as your wife."

"Don't talk like that," I said. "What about you? Don't you miss your own satisfaction?"

"I enjoyed it when I had an orgasm," she said, "but it didn't always happen. Before I didn't mind it all that much, but now I think that I would resent it if I put in all the effort and didn't get anything out of it."

"Isn't there anything we can do?" I asked.

She paused for a moment. I could see that she wanted to say something, but she wasn't sure whether she should. "What about trying some new approaches?" she finally said in a calm voice. "I was thinking about this a while ago. Maybe instead of trying to finish together, we could work on one person at a time."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She got up from the table and began unbuttoning her blouse as she walked to the stairs. "Follow me," she said, "and don't worry about the dishes. You can do them tomorrow." She began walking up the stairs to the bedroom.

Lily was already naked and sprawled on the bed while I was still taking my clothes off. When I joined her, I started stroking her breasts. Usually from there, I went to her thighs and then worked my way up to her generous bush, getting deep into the thicket until my fingers touched her opening and felt the moisture. That's how I knew she was ready.

She stopped my hands on her breasts and pushed my shoulders back. Taking my head gently in her hands she pushed it down, at the same time shifting her legs so they were on either side of my head.

I looked up at her. "Is that what you want?" I asked. "I'm not very good at this."

"Just try," she said as she opened her legs and pulled my head forward so my mouth was filled with her hair. "Listen to me and try to do what I say."

I began following her instructions about where to kiss, where to lick, where to insert my tongue and how to move it. Her talk was getting me going. I felt and smelled the evidence of what my tongue was doing to her. I began to move up for insertion. "Wait," she said, panting a bit. "Not yet."

I continued working on her, and she continued to respond. Her breath came out heavily, and her body was writhing against my tongue. She pushed herself into my mouth, and then I felt her entire body shake as little high-pitched cries came from her. They lasted almost a minute.

When her cries of pleasure stopped, her body sank back. I heard a long sigh and looked up to see her drenched in sweat with a contented smile on her face.

"That was great!," she finally gasped out. "Give me a minute and then let me see what I can do."

Recovered, she said, "Turn over." I rolled onto my back, and she got up on all fours and moved over me, facing my feet. I looked up and saw her mass of glistening pubic hair at the same time I felt her mouth take me in. I was now fully erect as she continued to work on me with her mouth while her hands played with my testicles.

Eventually she settled down on me, and her bush was on my face while she was getting me more excited. She moved her body on me as she stimulated me with her mouth. Then she lifted her head.

"Do you have any strength left in your tongue?" she asked, and then went back to sucking, licking and touching.

I took my hands and parted her damp hair until I saw the swollen lips framing her open vagina. It looked all slimy and red, and it wasn't inviting to me, but I stuck my tongue into her anyway and began doing the same things she had told me to do earlier.

This seemed to invigorate Lily's efforts and soon she had me on the verge of release. As she felt my body squirming beneath her, she sped up, and at the same time began rubbing herself all over my face as I worked on her. As I spurted into her mouth, I felt her shake again and heard those soft cries.

She got up and went to the bathroom. I lay on the bed exhausted but completely satisfied.

Lily and I continued to make love this way. Each time, I would begin with my mouth between her legs, bringing her to orgasm, often more than one. After that, she sometimes would get on top of me and use her mouth on me while I did the same to her. Other times, she would mount me and move around on top of me in various ways, eventually slamming her body hard against mine. Each technique would bring us both satisfaction. One time, I attempted to move into the old position where I was on top, but she stopped me and said, "We know a better way now." I didn't try to get on top again after that.

One night, she came home and almost fell into her easy chair. At dinner, it seemed like she could barely lift her fork. Afterward, I said, "Why don't you go to bed. I'll clean up."

"No," she said. "Leave the dishes. I really need you tonight."

It seemed like only seconds after we entered the bedroom that she was lying back on the pillows with her legs spread. I went to work with my mouth between her legs and brought her to satisfaction. After I finished, she lay there lifeless. I waited.

She looked up at me. "Do you think we could just go to sleep tonight?" she asked. "I don't have any energy." I didn't respond right away, probably because I was aroused and frustrated.

Then she quickly said, "Oh all right. Lie down. I'll be right back." She sounded irritated.

She got up and went into the bathroom and opened a drawer and then came back and got on top of me with my face in her bush. I could barely hear her as she said, "I'm too tired to use my mouth, but I'll make sure you are satisfied." Then I felt her start to stroke me with fast motions. Her hands were covered with some kind of oily stuff as she worked urgently, and soon I was spurting into her hands. She got up quickly, went to the bathroom and was soon in bed next to me sleeping soundly. I lay awake a long time.

The next time we made love, she used her mouth again, but as time went by, she did it less frequently, and finally she used her hands almost all the time. Sometimes she thanked me for being so understanding because she was so tired.

The first time Lily really shocked me was when she came home one day and collapsed into her easy chair. She did that often, but this time as she sat there and I looked at her sympathetically, a strange look came over her face and she said, "I could really use some of your magic right now."

As she said this, she got up and pulled off her panties. Then she pulled up her dress, lay back in the large chair and spread her legs over the arms. I looked at her exposed pussy and the expression on her face and was turned off. She continued to look at me expectantly until I got up and went to the kitchen to finish working on dinner.

Dinner was silent. So was the rest of the evening and the next morning. When she came home the following afternoon, I noticed she had the same fierce look on her face as the day she went out to get a better job.

"Sit down," she said. "I need to talk to you."

I sat down in the living room facing her. "I know you are trying to find a job and you are taking care of all the household chores," she continued, "and I appreciate it. But I'm working hard, and I come home exhausted. If it's too much for you to do something simple to lift my spirits, maybe we need to think about separating.

"You will get half of what we have, which isn't much, because we owe a lot on the house and in this recession, it's not going to be easy to sell it. I'm making enough to afford a decent apartment, but since all you have is your unemployment, you're going to have to move into a tiny hole in a bad part of town. If that's what you want, tell me, and I'll see a lawyer tomorrow."

I was stunned at her words. I felt like each one was a dagger she had just stuck into me. It took me a minute to gather my wits and answer, "You know I don't want that, Lily. I want to be with you. I love you."

Lily didn't reply, but instead, she got up out of her easy chair, pulled down her panties and lifted each leg until the panties were lying on the floor, all the time looking at me. Then she pulled up her dress, sat back down in the chair, lifted her legs and spread them wide over the arms.

I slowly walked over and knelt down in front of her on the carpet and moved between her legs. I pushed my mouth through her bush until I found her lips. I was surprised that they were open and the sap was already running. Her humiliating speech to me had excited her so much that she was halfway to an orgasm.

Every work day from then on I was expected to satisfy her with my mouth as soon as she got home. It did perk her up for dinner, but after dinner, she watched TV for an hour and then went to bed and immediately fell asleep.

The only days that our sex life was different were on the weekends when we did the other ritual, with me first satisfying her orally and then being pleasured by her hands while I satisfied her a second time. I wasn't happy, but because I wasn't contributing a cent to our household, I didn't feel I had any right to complain.

One day, Lily came home from work highly agitated. She looked like she had been crying. "I have to tell you something," she said and then related to me how her boss finally showed his disgusting side and had come on to her. She had resisted, but he had threatened to let her go and warned her that the recession had gotten worse and she wouldn't find it easy to get another job. Then after he had hit her with the stick, he offered her the carrot. He would give her a raise.

"I gave in," she said, shaking. "I need this job, because you still have no prospects and we'd be out on the street without my income. Do you understand?"

I understood, but it didn't make the agony of knowing she was sleeping with her boss any less. I tried not to show her how crushed I was. I reasoned that she was suffering more than me because, after all, she had to do it, and I only had to think about it.

She got up and went into the bathroom without saying another word. I heard the water running as she spent the next five minutes in there. When she came back, she pulled up her skirt, sat in the chair and lay back. Her panties were already off. When I moved my face to her bush, I smelled the soap on her freshly washed pussy, I realized she had tried to wash away the traces of what she had done earlier.

Her boss was as demanding sexually as he was with her work duties. Every day when she came home, she went right into the bathroom and washed herself before coming to me. This went on for three weeks, but by the end of the third week, I could see something was bothering her, although she didn't say anything until she came home the following Monday. 

"I'm so exhausted today," she said, after sitting down in her easy chair. "I just can't get up." She stared at me as if she was waiting for me to do something. I looked at her and felt queasy. I made an involuntary sound of disgust and walked out of the room.

Again, dinner was silent and so was the rest of the evening.

The next afternoon, when she walked in, she said we had to talk. It was the same talk as before. I listened in silence as she spoke. When she finished, I asked her, "How can you ask me to do something so disgusting?"

"Disgusting?" she yelled. "What do you think I do every day at the office for you? It's just a few minutes of helping me to unwind and get some energy back. So, you can't do that for me? Is that what you're saying? Are we finished?"

"No, Lily," I said quietly. "We're not finished, but you certainly don't think much of me to make me do that?" 

"I think you're a wonderful husband for being so understanding," she said, but it sounded like she was reciting a speech without emotion. "I know these are hard times, and we have to work together." She leaned back in her chair and didn't say another word.

After a minute of silence, I got up and went to her. I lifted her legs in the air and pulled off her panties. She spread her legs onto the arms of the chair.

As I crawled between her legs, I almost threw up as I saw traces of thick white slime on her hair. It smelled awful, and I tried to keep from gagging as I began working with my tongue. As she approached her orgasm, I almost lost it again. She pushed against me and a flood of foul-smelling white stuff came out. I tried to keep it from going into my mouth, but some of it went in anyway. It tasted vile. Worse, some went up my nose and I couldn't get the smell out of there for the rest of the night, even though I rushed to the bathroom as soon as she had her orgasm and washed my mouth and nose out.

How could I do this every workday? I thought. It was going to drive me insane.

But I did do it, and when I came out of the bathroom sputtering each day, after trying in vain to wash away all the traces of the awful degradation, she gave me a smile. I never got used to it, and each day was an ordeal. As the days went by, I could swear she was getting more and more aroused by my distaste. What was happening to us? I wondered. 

Lily and I had never talked much at home about our work, and she never said a word about what went on at her office until one day at dinner when she seemed to be particularly satisfied after I had serviced her. "My boss said he'd love to come over and watch you make me come," she said nonchalantly.

My food flew out of my mouth. "What did you just say?" I asked. My astonishment quickly gave way to anger.

She told me she had decided her boss wasn't all that bad, and their relationship had changed. At first she had sex with him unwillingly, but he had been complimenting her on her work and on her looks. He caressed her in ways he knew she liked when they made love. He even allowed her to be on top most of the time.

Although he wanted anal intercourse, he accepted that she thought it was disgusting and backed off. They had become intimate in conversation, and he told her about sex with his wife. Then she told him about us. Lily related all this as a matter of fact without a hint that she felt any of it was wrong.

"How could you do that?" I asked. "How could you tell him about what we do? Don't you have any consideration for me at all anymore?"

"It's no big deal," was her response. "Don't get all worked up about it."

"Well, I'm not going to perform in front of your boss," I said firmly, "and don't give me your lecture again, because I'm not going to change my mind. Before that happens, I'll live in a cardboard box on Skid Row. If that's what you want, Lily, tell me and I'll move out tomorrow."

"Calm down," was her reply. She tried to brush it off as just conversation. "I told him you would never agree to him watching." I looked at her and couldn't tell whether she was telling the truth.

She had changed a lot in the last few months. She was now more interested in sex than she had ever been. I noticed her sometimes standing naked in front of a mirror and preening. She experimented with her facial expressions while posing, and her face would go from pretty and innocent to seductive to lascivious. I had to admit, it turned me on even as it disconcerted me.

Once on a Sunday, as she was manipulating me to orgasm, she caused my body to jerk. "What was that?" I heard her ask more to herself than to me. Her voice was muffled because my ears were partly covered by her thighs as my face was buried in her bush.

I didn't tell her she had touched a sensitive area below my ball sack, but she soon discovered it for herself. She began stroking me there, at first just to finish me faster.

Then she got interested in experimenting on me. She would find ways to caress me that would quickly bring me to the edge, and she would stop and leave me frustrated. She'd repeat the cycle a few times before finally allowing me to get my satisfaction. I had a feeling she was using me as a laboratory to try out things to use on her boss, but I didn't say anything.

One time, she felt further below my testicles with a finger and ended up sliding the tip into my rear. Even though she pulled it out quickly, my strong reaction told her that she had found another sensitive spot. I figured she wouldn't do much with this knowledge, because anything anal had always turned her off, and she had made it clear when we were married that anal sex was out of the question.




Recession



But the following weekend, I knew that had changed when she asked, "Are you clean inside your rear?"

"Yes," I responded, amazed at the question.

"Well, why don't you go into the bathroom and wash it out a little anyway," she suggested.

As I was washing myself with warm water and soap, I felt as though both of us had become two different people and I didn't like either of them.

She seemed eager to get to her first orgasm from my tongue and then immediately jumped on top of me and began using her assortment of caresses and arousal techniques as I licked her from beneath. After a while, I felt a finger tentatively enter me and quickly withdraw. Then it was back, and it stayed inside as she stroked me. After she satisfied me and we separated, she said in an excited voice, "Boy, you really clutched my finger as you came."

Her explorations continued. She began moving her finger in and out as she stroked me. Sometimes it was slow and gentle, other times rough. She added a second finger. The fingering became part of her cocktail of techniques that she would use to first frustrate me and then bring me to earthshaking orgasms. I again guessed she was using me as a laboratory.

When she stuck a third finger in me, it was no longer pleasurable, and I asked her not to do that again. Her response was strange. "You know, I think I could eventually open you up enough to stick my whole hand inside," she said. But after that, she mostly stuck to two fingers. Every once in a while, when things were heating up, she forgot and put in three. I wasn't happy, but it didn't stop me from having an orgasm.

What bothered me more was when she began experimenting with her own rear. At first I thought it was by accident when she was rubbing herself on me and she sometimes moved so far forward that her ass was on my mouth. When she did that, I noticed that it smelled of soap. She had washed it before we went to bed.

One Sunday, when she had me on the brink of a climax, she leaned forward so my head was out of her hair and said, "I want to try something new." She got up and found a small pillow and placed it under my head. Then she was back on top of me, but this time she positioned herself so that her ass was at my mouth instead of her bush. I looked straight into it. There was some hair around the small, puckered hole. It wasn't exciting to me at all.

Lily began working on me, and with two fingers going rhythmically in and out of my ass and her other hand pumping my tool, she soon had me on the brink again. Then she stopped. She didn't say anything and she didn't do anything. She was waiting.

Finally, I stuck my tongue out and licked tentatively across her asshole. Her body jerked up. She took a breath and then settled down on me again. She waited once more. I began slowly licking as I felt her shift her weight around in response. She went back to working on me and her rhythm was the same as the rhythm of my tongue. I went faster and she went faster. I exploded and stopped licking.

As I came back to earth, I heard her say in a breathy voice, "Keep going." I hesitated. She shifted around and I felt her release my cock and move her hand between her legs. Her fingers began moving and I could feel her knuckles occasionally rubbing my chin as they worked inside her vagina. I was amazed. She had never touched herself before -- at least when I was around.

"Keep going," she said again, but I was too caught up in thinking about her fingers to respond. She left off touching herself and put both hands behind her. She pulled her cheeks wide apart and then pushed back onto my face with her ass pressed against my closed mouth. I smelled the soap smell, but then I couldn't breathe and began trying to move my head back. But the pillow was pushing me up, and I couldn't get my mouth out of her cheeks. I began kicking my legs in desperation, and when I did, she lifted off of me.

"Keep going," she said again, and this time I responded. Her asshole was now slightly open. I began licking across it and around it. I felt her fingers go back between her legs, and as she worked on herself, she began rocking. Her ass would press against my tongue sometimes and I couldn't move it. Then she would rock back and free my tongue to resume licking again

As the rocking and my tongue and her fingers continued, I saw her asshole start to wink. As it opened and shut, I felt contractions around my tongue getting faster, and then she gave a loud groan. Her body shook for almost minute, and then she fell forward. Her head landed on the bed between my knees.

She didn't say a word as she got up and went to the bathroom, but she gave me a lascivious look that I had never seen before. She looked positively depraved, without a hint of shame.

From then on, we followed a new pattern on the weekend. First I would lie between her legs and fulfill her with my mouth. Then she would get on top of me and I would perform oral as she played with me until I had an orgasm. Finally, I would eat out her ass while she used her fingers to bring herself off again.

After a while, she no longer cleaned herself before we went to bed. Often the smell made me feel like heaving, but I didn't say anything. I sometimes wondered if she was telling her boss about what we were doing.

One day, Lily came home sobbing. "What is it?" I asked, but she didn't respond. She just sat down and looked at me while she continued to cry. It looked like she was thinking about what she should say. After a few minutes, she got up and, still crying, took my hand and led me upstairs.

This time she didn't want me to put my head between her legs. She got on top of me in our usual 69 position, but she didn't move to touch me. Instead, she immediately positioned her ass over my mouth and brought her fingers down to pleasure herself. I was bewildered, but I began to lick. Then I stopped.

It was her boss's disgusting white mucous. I felt it on my tongue. But it was coming out of her ass this time. I couldn't go on. I heard Lily sobbing louder above me.

"Please," she said between sobs and then kept pleading, "Please, please, please, please." She wasn't ordering me, she was begging, and her voice sounded desperate.

I don't know why, but finally I gave in. I tongued her while her fingers played in her vagina. Her asshole spasmed and her boss's horrible mess got pushed out into my mouth and all over my face and hair. I wondered how long I could keep from throwing up when her body shook as she gave a short scream and then collapsed.

When she got up, she went to the bathroom and came back with a wet, warm wash cloth. She gently washed my face off, leaned over and kissed me lightly.

"Thank you," she said. "You are never going to have to do that again. I'll quit before I let him put it into my ass again. It was the most disgusting, degrading thing that's ever happened to me.

"I kept telling him that my fingering him and his licking me there were just for stimulation. But he kept trying and telling me I would learn to enjoy it. Today he was sneaky and found a way to get a little of himself inside. I couldn't scream because we were in his office, but I screamed in a whisper for him to get out of there. He didn't listen and kept on pushing in, and then he went wild. He actually raped me in my ass.

"When it was over, I was almost hysterical from the pain and the humiliation. That's why I needed your help just now. I wasn't sure I could still orgasm with your tongue in my rear. Now I know I can get over this. But I'm going to tell him if he ever tries it again, I'm going straight to his wife to tell her everything. I will never let anyone put his cock in there again."

Her boss evidently didn't try to get into her ass again, and we went back to our regular pattern. Each weekday she would come home full of the boss's stuff, and I would force myself to eat her to a climax. On weekends, our sessions followed the same pattern, always ending with her bringing herself off while I tongued her ass.

She would sometimes do things that were uncomfortable for me, such as pulling my cock and balls roughly while she worked on me, but it didn't happen often. Sometimes, after we made love and were lying in bed, she would talk about even kinkier things we could do. Putting her fist inside me particularly intrigued her. Sometimes she would talk about getting others involved. Her imagination seemed to be running wild. One thing I noticed about every scene that she imagined is that she was always in command, and I was always humiliated and degraded.

I never responded to her ravings. None of her scenarios interested me in the slightest. But she didn't care. She was talking to herself, and it seemed to get her excited. She never seriously suggested that we actually do any of the things she talked about, but it bothered me nonetheless.

Our arrangement seemed to be a happy one for her. It wasn't happy for me, but I managed to endure it. Whenever and wherever I could, I networked and tried everything I could think of to get work, but the recession continued, and so did the arrangement.

One Sunday, Lily said something strange when we had finished making love. "You haven't been on top for a long time," she said, "but next Sunday, I'm going to let you be on top."

"What do you mean?" I asked, but she looked away and didn't explain.

Lily didn't mention anything about Sunday for the entire week. I was puzzled. What could she mean about me being on top? I had never complained about her preference for being on top during sex, because I really didn't care. Maybe she was thinking that it was now almost a year since I lost my job and felt the symbolism of her being on top of me, which I did. Was she feeling sorry for me?

Sunday morning around 10 a.m., the doorbell rang. I opened the door in my robe expecting to send away a salesman, but it was a beautiful saleswoman instead. At least that was the first thing I thought of when I saw her.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Audrey." She stuck out her right hand. As I shook it, I saw that she was carrying a case of some kind in her left hand. I figured she wanted to come in and show me what she was selling. But she didn't ask me anything.

"Let me put this down and then I'll go and get the rest of the equipment," she said. "Is it all right if I park in your driveway?"

"Sure," said Lily. She had come up behind me. She seemed to know Audrey. I suddenly felt uneasy.

"What's going on?" I asked as Audrey sashayed to the foot of the stairs, deposited the case and went back out. I watched her cute rear moving in an enticing way as she went quickly back and forth with more equipment. Lily watched her with her back to me for a second and then began speaking. She still had her back to me, so I couldn't see her face. She's hiding something, I thought.

"Audrey is a videographer," Lily said, "and one of her specialties is making erotic home movies. Couples hire her to shoot sexy videos of them making love. My boss used her, and he showed me the videos she had made with him and his wife, but don't tell Audrey that's how I found out about her, because the boss's wife doesn't know anyone else has seen the videos.

"Audrey's really good. She knows how to make the men and the women look really hot, and she edits the movies so you almost have an orgasm just watching them."

"And then she sells them on the Internet," I exclaimed, angrily.

"No I don't," said Audrey who had just come up again. "At least not without permission. Some of my customers are real exhibitionists, and they ask me to post their videos so they can go online and see themselves as stars.

"Most of my customers want total discretion, and I never show their videos to anyone. In fact, I give them a copy of the final video and all the raw recordings and then I destroy my copy." She smiled at me, and I melted. I don't know why, but I trusted her. She seemed as sweet as she was beautiful.

She started up the stairs with some of her equipment, and Lily grabbed some and followed behind. "Don't come up the stairs yet," Lily told me, still with her back to me.

I heard them talking, but their voices were too low for me to hear what they were saying. They came back down the stairs a couple of times to get more equipment. During their conversations, I thought I heard Audrey ask Lily several times, "Are you sure?"

I was getting more and more nervous when Lily suddenly yelled from the top of the stairs, "OK, you can come up now."

I barely recognized our bedroom. There was lighting equipment all around it and several cameras on tripods aimed at the bed from various parts of the room, some high and some low. I saw a rolling stand like you'd find in a hospital room behind one of the lights and there was something hanging from it, but I couldn't make it out.

"Please lie down on the bed in your usual position," said Audrey in a business-like tone of voice. Her face looked different than before. It was no longer friendly and open. She had a kind of quizzical, wondering expression, as if I were some kind of strange animal that she was observing.

I shifted nervously in my robe and didn't follow her instructions. Her friendly voice came back. "Don't worry," she said. "I've seen everything." She didn't sound convincing, and it unsettled me even more.

"What Lily and you like to do is none of my business," she continued. "I'm just here to make you look good and create the most exciting film I can, so you and she can enjoy it whenever you want. Lily has told me about your role-playing, and I know what you're doing today for the video is your private fantasy. People enjoy sex in many different ways. That doesn't mean they aren't wonderful people in everyday life."

By the end of her speech, she sounded more like she meant it. I started to get on the bed.

"Oh, please take off all your clothes first," Audrey said. I took off the robe and my pajamas and lay down in the middle of the bed.

I heard her moving around the room making adjustments as I looked straight at the ceiling. I wasn't even slightly excited, and I almost felt embarrassed that Audrey could see how soft I was. 

After about 10 minutes of moving and adjusting things, she said, "OK, Lily, I'm ready." Lily was already naked when she came to the bed. She went right to her hands and knees on top of me, facing my feet.

"Wait a minute?" I said, "I thought --"

She quickly interrupted me. "You'll be on top today, don't worry, but I want to start off by showing a little of what else we do," she said and then turned to Audrey. "Audrey, I want you to come behind me with your hand-held camera and get in close, so you can see him going into my pubic hair and opening me up with his tongue. I'm really excited about seeing him do this for the first time when we watch the video.

"Then I'm going to shift and spread my cheeks as wide as I can while his tongue starts massaging inside my rear. He's going to stick his tongue deep inside my ass as I play with myself until I come. I want to see all of that in really sharp close-ups as well from a distance."

Lily began playing with me, and I began eating her out. I saw Audrey's face come up next to mine and it felt strange, but she was concentrating on capturing the action so after a while I didn't think about her.

Everything proceeded as usual for a while as I ate Lily out to an orgasm in front, and then began working on her ass while her fingers fluttered in her vagina. She reached down with her other hand and inserted a couple of greased-up fingers into my rear, moved them around a little and pulled them out.

Then I heard the sound of wheels and something knocking against the bed. She began to push something else inside me slowly. It was thin and rubbery, and it kept going deeper and deeper. Finally, it stopped. All this time, her other hand was strumming away inside of her bush while my tongue was working between her cheeks.

Then I felt it. Liquid was running into my bowels. She had pushed some kind of tube into me, and I felt like my entire intestinal tract was being flooded while my face was trapped between her cheeks. Now I understood what I had seen hanging from the hospital pole -- an enema bag. Her fingers inside her bush never stopped, and she began breathing heavily. At last, the liquid stopped flowing into me and I felt her carefully pulling the tubing out.

Now with an effort, she rose off of me and spoke between pants. "I want you to lick my ass as fast as you can," she instructed. "The faster you get me off, the sooner you can get up and go to the bathroom. I'm sure Audrey doesn't want to film an ugly accident all over our bed." I heard a gasp from Audrey, but she didn't say a word and just kept aiming at my head and tongue.

Whether it was Lily's words or what she had put inside me, I started feeling uncomfortable and, second by second, I felt a greater urgency. I wasn't going to be able to hold it in long, I thought, and my tongue raced across and into and out of Lily's hole faster than I thought possible. I felt her fingers flying over her clitoris.

Finally, with a cry, she let go, and her body lurched in violent jerks. I had never seen her move as wildly in having an orgasm as she did in that moment. When she slowed down and I could pull my head out of her rear, I pushed her off of me so I could jump out of bed and run to the bathroom. 

I just made it.

I stayed in there for almost 10 minutes trying to decide whether I should come out or not. After a final inspection to make sure I was clean, I opened the door and saw that Lily was glowing and smiling as she stood by the bed. Audrey's face was a mask that showed no expression.

"That was fantastic," Lily said, and then she turned away from me again. "Now, it's time for you to get on top." She lay down on her back in the middle of the bed. Her chest, breasts and face were still a little rosy, and she was drenched in sweat as she slowly spread her legs wide. I looked at her, and though my erection had disappeared once the enema was running into me, I now became aroused again.

"Wait a second," requested Audrey, and she moved slowly around Lily with the camera, capturing every inch of her sweaty body and her flushed skin.

By the time Audrey said, "Go ahead," I was at full mast. I moved forward on top of Lily. She pulled me down into her, and I was quickly inside up to the hilt. Then she put my head over her shoulder and held it there with both hands, while she lifted her legs into the air and wrapped them around my body. She began pulling her legs tight against my back in time to my thrusts, pushing me deeper inside of her, then loosening her legs when I was going up. 

I heard some noises behind me. One was the rolling noise of the enema stand, and the other was someone moving around. I thought it was Audrey, but she had just been in front of me a second before. All I could see was a pillow, because Lily's hands were holding my head down over her shoulder, while her legs were pulling me in and releasing me.

As I moved in time with her legs, she let go of my head and moved her hands to my butt. With each hand, she grabbed one of my cheeks and began pulling them apart and releasing them at the same pace as my body and her legs were moving. That felt good. Then I felt one hand leave my cheeks and reach out. Then the nozzle was being pushed back inside of me.

"No," I said, but then her mouth covered mine, and she was giving me a deep soul kiss while one hand came back around my head and pulled my face into hers. She had pulled me tight against her with her legs, and I could barely move. Her other hand kept pushing the nozzle higher inside of me.

Then stuff started flowing into me again, but this time, it felt thick and oily. I felt slimy inside and even fuller than before when she slowly pulled the nozzle out. Her legs were still pressing me tightly to her. I struggled to get free, but I felt weak. Maybe it was the enema or the vigorous sexual exercise, but I couldn't get loose. I wondered for a moment what the video would look if Lily didn't let me get to the bathroom and the grease began spurting out of my rear. As if she read my mind, she began pulling my cheeks apart again.




Recession



Then my blood ran cold. I felt something touching my asshole as she held my cheeks open. It began pushing, and it was huge. I tried to shift, but it shifted with me and kept on pushing, slowly and relentlessly. Finally, it pushed inside me. I felt a horrible stretching pain as the thing entered my bowels. I could hear the oil squirting out around it and felt it running down between my cheeks and onto the bed.

Lily began sliding around on the oil that came out of me. She was trying to get me moving into her again, but I stayed completely still as I held my breath. The huge thing continued to slowly work its way into me. She stopped moving and spoke.

"Do you like it?" she asked. "When my two hands wouldn't go around it, I knew it was perfect for you." She laughed a strange laugh. It was a wicked laugh, I thought to myself. She's turned into a witch.

The thing was not all the way in, but it had stopped. By this time, I realized there was a body connected to it. He leaned forward and put his long arms on both sides of me. He began slowly lifting and lowering himself, pushing his huge dick in and out of me. It was so tight in me that even with all the grease, it didn't move smoothly at first. Instead, it seemed to be lifting my entire body off Lily. Then my weight pulled me loose, and I dropped back onto her. And then it pushed inside again. The pain was excruciating.

When I fell on top of Lily and pushed her into the bedsprings, she tried to bounce back at me. Each time she did, the huge monster was shoved in further. I was frantic. I tried to get off of her and escape, but I couldn't get free. I saw Audrey's face as she moved her close-up camera from the front to behind me, and I felt humiliated and disgusted as I was blowing air out fast to deal with the pain.

Finally, Lily stopped bumping me. "It's no use," she finally said to the man. "He's shriveled down to nothing." She slid around on the greasy bed and extricated herself from me. I lay flat on the grease with the giant pole pushed deep inside me. Now, I could really feel the body of the man on top of me.

"He's supposed to be on top, I promised him," Lily said. She was now sitting on a chair next to the bed, watching us. When the man heard this, he put his sweaty arms around me and rolled to the side and then onto his back, pulling me with him.

He began sliding across the grease on the bed. We were both on our backs, and I was sitting impaled on top of him. He managed to slide us to the headboard, where there were some pillows stacked up. He lifted his body and me with it and got onto the pillows and then leaned back until he was at a 45-degree angle. He brought his legs back as he pulled my legs up.

We were both facing Audrey's camera. In all the maneuvering, his dick never got soft. He began to rock me back and forth, pushing it in and out. The feeling was horrible.

"Stop," said Lily. "He still isn't on top. He needs to be on top."

The man made a sound of exasperation and stopped rocking me. He reached forward and grasped me around the thighs, right behind my knees. He pulled back and my knees were lifted off the bed and my rear was now in the air. Lily came over and adjusted the pillows until he was lower than a 45-degree angle. 

As he held my legs open, he began to bounce his rear on the bed. With each bounce, he went deeper into me, squeezing out more grease. He began bouncing faster, hitting the bed with his bottom and my ass with his pelvis. Finally, I lost it and screamed in agony.

What came next was even worse. He stopped bouncing me, grabbed me behind my knees and pulled hard. As he pulled my body back, his thick cock ripped out of me and made a noise like a loud pop. I felt more lubricating liquid run out of me.

For a second, time seemed to stop, and then he lowered my body straight back onto his pole. He pushed quickly in and out of me a few times and then pulled me back even more quickly. This time the pop was louder, and I felt as if my body was being pulled inside out. Lily suddenly got up from her chair and moved onto the bed next to me.

I saw her head move close to where he was devastating my rear. He popped out loudly again and she bent down further as he pulled my cheeks apart and held me open. I saw only the top of her head as she shifted position, sloshing the oil around the bed as she moved.

Once again, he lowered me onto his pole, and this time, as he sped up, he pushed it so deep inside that his balls bounced against my ass cheeks. He then pulled out so fast that there was a hissing sound from the lubricant squirting out after the loud pop.

As he pulled my cheeks wide, I felt something else entering me. At first I didn't comprehend what it was, but as the thing pushed further into me, I realized it was Lily's five fingers. They were stopped as she pushed up to the knuckles, but then she applied more pressure and with a quick stab of pain, I felt her entire hand inside me up to the wrist. I felt like my guts were being smashed into mush. She moved her fingers inside of me for a few seconds, and I groaned loudly. She stopped and slowly pulled her hand out. When her hand got up to the opening again and she pulled it through, the pain was double from when she inserted it. When it was out, the mortification of what she had just done to me was overwhelming, and I began sobbing.

The man lowered me onto his pole again and resumed his fast thrusting as I writhed in pain. Meanwhile Lily held her slimy arm in front of my face. She had a triumphant look on her face, but she got no reaction from me except grimaces that I couldn't control. After a few minutes, she yelled out, "Stop!" Her voice sounded high and breathy, like it did when she was on the verge of an orgasm.

"Wait," she told the man. "He's not enjoying himself. Let me work on him while he's on top." At that moment, I hated her more for saying that than for anything else she was doing to me. The cruelty of her mocking words burned into me.

She came over and started to use her hands on me, but I remained limp and unresponsive. "Wait a minute," she said to the man, and I saw her get up and wheel something up to the side of the bed. It wasn't the enema stand this time, but a platform with a small device on it that was plugged in.

She flipped a switch, but I didn't hear a sound. Then she brought what looked like a little suction cup down to the tip of my shriveled cock. As she held it there, I thought it was some kind of joke because I couldn't feel a thing.

The small device was gently sucking me in and then releasing me. It was as if I was being sucked by a butterfly. It almost tickled. But as if I was watching a movie, I saw myself responding and slowly growing.

Gradually, I began to feel urgency in my loins, mixing with the discomfort inside my rear. Lily pulled the device away and nodded to the man, who began assaulting my insides again as her hands went to my cock. The horrible feeling of his invasion was too much, and soon I was losing my erection again.

She lifted a hand and the man stopped while she brought the little pump back into play. This time she left it on longer until she felt my body pushing to meet it and then she took it away again, and resumed pumping me with a fist on my cock while her other hand played with my balls. I couldn't control a cry as the man resumed his thrusts, but this time I stayed hard and again felt the urgency building.

Lily slowed down, as she knew how to do, and brought me to the edge and back a couple of times. Finally, she said to the man, "Tell me when you're ready." He was going in and out faster than a bullet now, and I couldn't help blowing out faster as I sobbed.

I felt him start to move around behind me. "I'm coming," he shouted and as I felt him explode inside me, Lily brought me over the top, and I erupted in huge streams that she directed high into the air. She began laughing and giggling.

I was not laughing or enjoying the release at all because I was hurting inside so much. Everything was still for a minute, and then I heard Audrey's voice speaking quietly. "Will that be all?" she asked, and Lily replied, "Yes." 

As the man's cylinder finally collapsed and came out of me, I saw Audrey packing up her equipment. She tried to keep her poker face, but every once in a while, I saw her look at me sitting on the bed, and her expression seemed a mixture of sadness and wonder. For some reason, her expressions made me feel even more humiliated because I was sure she thought I was the most disgusting pervert she had ever filmed.

The man dressed and Lily walked out of the room and went downstairs with him. As soon as she disappeared, Audrey came over to me and quickly whispered, "Did you plan all this together?"

"No," I said with a sob. "I had no idea --"

"Shhh," she said, soothingly. "I thought so. She lied to me. I have to finish the work that I contracted, but I promise you I would have never agreed to this if I didn't think you both wanted it. Here's my card. If I can ever make it up to you, please call me." She gave me a peck on the cheek and was back to her packing when Lily returned.

About a week after the worst day in my life, the sun came through the clouds. Out of the blue, I got a call from a nice woman I had met at Denny's three months earlier. There was an opening in the finance division of her company, and she asked me to send her my resume. I emailed it within the hour.

Lily and I had returned to the same pattern as before that horrible Sunday, but any kind of human feeling for her was now impossible for me. She didn't seem to care, and when a package arrived from Audrey, she was beside herself with excitement.

After dinner, she went to the DVD player and inserted the disk. I went upstairs to the bedroom and lay in the dark with the radio on so I couldn't hear anything. After an hour, she came up with her face beet red and wearing a lascivious leer that made her look like a rabid animal in heat. She quickly ripped off her clothes, jumped into bed and tried to get me excited.

She began sucking me and manipulating me until she got me hard, and then she pushed me down and inserted me into her wet vagina and started riding me hard. I couldn't help myself and was soon meeting her thrusts. For some reason, we finished together, both screaming and flailing. Then we both were silent. I felt as degraded as I did on that horrible Sunday. We went to sleep without exchanging another word.

The next day I was called for the job interview. I didn't say anything to Lily, even when she came home with a long face. I was surprised when I went to eat her out, because there was no deposit there. At dinner she morosely explained why. "My boss is being transferred to Mobile," she said. "He wants to take me with him, but there's no way I can go. The person replacing him already has an executive assistant, so I'm being let go in two weeks. What are we going to do?"

She didn't say anything else, but I knew that after her boss had anally raped her, she had no longer had sex with him willingly. Today she had apparently cut her boss off because he was no good to her anymore. I didn't say anything.

My interview took place the next day, and it was a breeze. When it was over, I was taken directly to HR and spent the afternoon taking a drug test and filling out papers so I could start the next Monday. I walked out of the building calmly, in case anyone was watching me, but once I drove out of the parking lot, I yelled at the top of my lungs.

That night when Lily came home, I told her the good news. She seemed both happy and shocked. She was leaning back in her easy chair expectantly, but I didn't approach her. After a while, she got up, and we ate dinner while I told her more about my new job.

She tried to entice me into making love when we went to bed, but I didn't respond. Finally, she got up and went downstairs. I heard the sound from the video Audrey had made, but this time it didn't bother me, and I soon fell fast asleep.

Through the weekend, I didn't touch her, even though she tried several approaches. Once, she even did a little naked erotic dance before she got into bed. I was tempted because she still had that amazing body despite the look of desperation on her face. But I was proud of myself for not giving in.

Monday was the first day of my first week of work and the first day of her last. I came home just minutes before she did, and when she walked in, I was sitting back in the easy chair where she usually sat, with my legs spread wide apart.

I didn't say anything, but I looked intently at her. She looked me in the eye and then looked at my sprawled-out body. Then she silently went into the kitchen.

The same thing happened the next two days. On Thursday, I again said nothing as she walked by me into the kitchen, but at dinner, I said, "Lily, I need to talk to you, but I don't want to do it tonight. We'll do it after work tomorrow." Not much was said after that, and she went to bed silently. During our usual hurried breakfast, she was deep in thought, and I saw her gazing at me several times out of the corner of my eye.

That evening, I was sprawled across the chair again when she came in the door. She looked down at me and for a moment she seemed to be shaking. But then a determined look came over her face.

She put down her purse and without even taking off her shoes or her jacket, she knelt between my legs and began unbuckling my belt and unzipping me. She slowly pulled my pants down, and then I lifted my rear for her to pull off my underwear.

After that she took me into her mouth while her fingers went to my testicles. She was enthusiastic and proficient, and within five minutes, she had me moaning and pouring myself into her mouth. She got up, looked down at my pole waving in the air and then went upstairs. After about 10 minutes, she came back down in her robe and we had dinner. The conversation was pleasant, although she seemed a little on edge.

This became our pattern every weekday. She took over all the household duties once her job ended, and she greeted me with an enthusiastic mouth and hands when I came home.

In bed, she sometimes initiated sex by going between my legs again, and sometimes I did the same to her. But after we were aroused, I quickly moved on top of her and that's how we always finished. I kept waiting for her to complain or try to get me to do something else, but she never did. She seemed satisfied. 

I wasn't. There was still a lot of baggage to deal with from the previous year.

"Would you get that," I asked when the doorbell rang one Sunday morning, a couple of months after I had started my new job. We were both in our robes at the breakfast table with the newspaper.

She got up and didn't see me follow her to the front door. It was Audrey. "What are you doing here?" Lily asked her in surprise.

"I hired her for today," I answered from behind Lily, startling her. "Let's sit down in the living room while she sets up upstairs and I'll explain."

When we sat down, I looked at her. Her face had a worried look as she listened to me intently. I was speaking in a low, calm voice, and she was leaning forward so she wouldn't miss a single word.

"I thought about the previous video shoot that you enjoy watching," I began, "and I decided that I'd like one for myself. This time you can be on top.

"I called up Audrey, and she told me she was so upset after our job that she stopped doing any erotic assignments, but I talked her into this one last job because she is so angry at what you made her do and feels so sorry for me.

"You deceived me, and you lied to Audrey when you told her that we had planned everything together and that I enjoyed being humiliated. But I'm not going to do the same thing to you. I'm going to tell you right now what will happen upstairs, and unlike me, you'll have the choice of not participating.

"The first part will be similar to what you used to like. You will lie down under me in a sixty-nine and I will eat you out. Meanwhile, you will do what I did for you: lick and push your tongue deep into my ass.

"Then you'll give yourself an enema, and once you are clean inside, I'll lie down, and you'll get to be on top and ride me hard, like you enjoy doing. Then I'm going to pull your cheeks wide apart and stick the enema nozzle inside of you to fill you up with lube, just like you did to me.

"After you're nice and full, I'll grab your butt cheeks and pull them apart again for someone to enter your ass. I also selected him carefully, just like you did. I made sure I couldn't close one hand around him rather than two, like you did. Of course, my hands are bigger than yours."

"After he is all the way inside your ass, you'll experience your first double penetration, as we both go in and out of you. I'm not excited about being in bed with another man, but I was told that it's an incredible sensation when a man's cock is inside a woman's pussy and then the pussy gets even tighter because of another man moving inside her ass. Supposedly it makes you come fast, but I'll try to hold out as long as I can so you can enjoy the experience.

"When I've finished, the man will keep on going in your rear. He's a professional and can control himself better than me. Once I'm out of you, he'll pull you back to the same position as I was in your video. Then, just like you did with me, I'll have him go faster.

"While he does that with your ass, I'm going to get my fingers into your pussy and eventually my whole hand. When I'm in as deep as I can get, I'll work in rhythm with him for a while to give you a completely full experience.

"After I pull my hand out, he'll see if he can pop your ass a few times like you did to me, and then he'll hold your ass open and I'll see if I can get my hand in. We'll finish with another sandwich. While he's under you and inside your ass, I'll be on top of you in your pussy. This way we'll both be on top. You'll be on top of him, and I'll be on top of you.

"When we both come inside of you, Audrey will get some close-ups of our sperm coming out of you, and that will end the video and today's activities. But there's more.

"For the next two months -- unless I decide to stop before that - when I come home from work, before you suck me off, you'll spread my butt cheeks with your hands and eat out my rear. We'll alternate with me lying on my back while you face me and with me on my hands and knees while you put your face in from behind.

"That should get me hard enough that you'll be able to get me to come in your mouth quickly. You'll do the same thing when we make love on the weekend. After that, I will take you in the ass in various positions. I know that you hate anything being put inside your ass, but it's no more disgusting for you than eating another man's semen was for me.

"But I won't be selfish, like you were. After you do that for me, I'll be ready to do anything you want that excites you and me both, which is the way it should have been from the beginning of our marriage. I realize I'm partly to blame for not being as sensitive to your needs as I should have been.

"That's about it. I'm hoping it won't take longer than a couple of months to work out all the horrible thoughts about you that are in my mind, and then we can begin building a life together based on love, without any more shame. That's because -- believe it or not - I still love you.

"But I realize you may not feel the same way, so you can ask me to leave the house right now, and I will. You won't have to live in a slum when we divorce. With your share of the house and my alimony, you'll have enough for a nice one-bedroom apartment in an older high-rise. Someday the recession will end and you'll get a job again and be able to afford a better place.

"Audrey and I have talked a lot on the phone the last few days. She's a wonderful girl, and if you think we should split, I'm going to ask her out. She should be ready upstairs soon, and I need a decision. I'm going to go up while you stay here and think about it. When you come up in 15 minutes, you'll get into bed and lie there while Audrey adjusts all her cameras and lights. If you don't come up, I'll pay Audrey and send her home. While she's breaking down her equipment, I'll start packing, and the next time I see you will be in court."