4 comments/ 23415 views/ 4 favorites And One Day It All Changed By: trevanian Mark had it all, all any man could ever want: a beautiful, sexy wife, a successful business, two beautiful daughters, a large 3-story home built on twelve secluded acres. And, one day it all changed. Mark met his wife in college. Bobbie was gorgeous, and he fell for her the first time they met. He fell in love with her long dark auburn hair, with her wide-set green eyes, and he loved her freckled skin that was perpetually tanned. Bobbie's breasts were on the small side and her hips were narrow, but no one could doubt Bobbie's greatest features were her long thin legs, and the finest up-turned butt on campus. In those days, Bobbie could best be described as adventuresome, and she was never more thrill-seeking than when it came to sex. Mark and Bobbie dated for two years in college and they had sex in every imaginable place on campus. Cars, elevators, movie theaters, a restaurant bathroom, an airplane bathroom, a telephone booth, her parent's laundry room, one time balanced on a tree limb. Once they brought each other off under a blanket in the bleachers at a football game. Another time they did it in a closet while spying through the spaced wooden slats on Bobbie's blonde-headed roommate, CJ, fucking her boyfriend. Most memorable, and this totally blew Mark's mind, was the time they watched CJ give a massage to Alicia, a long-thin well-built girl who was a star on the college's girls basketball team. CJ was a wild and impulsive blonde-headed vixen from Alabama who had a southern accent that was often thick as molasses; an accent that sometimes disappeared all together. CJ's natural-born audacity and her Miss Alabama body and good-looks made her unpredictable as well as very, very desirable. The seduction of Alicia lasted about an hour and a half, but it could have been over in half that time if CJ and Alicia had settled for half the orgasms. These days Mark plays that day over and over in his head. Mark and Bobbie hid in that same closet and made out as CJ worked on Alicia's shoulders. "My god, girl, you're so fucking tight we could make music on these muscles." CJ dug deep into her shoulders and Alicia moaned in pain. "What the hell you been all stressed up about, Honey Pot" "Things," Alicia said, rolling her neck. "Things? Baby, fuck things." CJ dug her fingers in Alicia's neck. "That boyfriend of yours been fuckin with you?" "A little, he's always after me, you know. And then I've got Physics, which I don't get at all." Alicia turned her head around toward CJ. "Why we got to study Physics anyway?" "I don't know, baby. You feel this here? Goes all the way down your back. Take this little thing off and let me get at it. Come on. Take that bra off, too. Don't be getting all shy on me, now. That's a girl. Oh my god, just look at those titties. Alicia, honey, I'd kill for a set of titties like that. They're perfect, baby." "Hell, CJ, they're half the size a yours." CJ slipped off her t-shirt and stood bare-breasted. She gazed down at her own breasts. "I don't know, Alicia, I think they're too big." CJ lowered her eyes, her face dropped with sadness. "Lot of guys, they look at me, that's all they see, big boobs. You know what I'm saying?" CJ reached out and massaged one of Alicia's tits. "I'd give anything to have a pair like these." CJ rubbed her thumb over Alicia's nipple. "Now, don't talk like that, CJ, you got great titties." "You're not just saying that?" CJ used her thumb and forefinger to pull lightly, absently, on Alicia's nipple which had obviously grown hard and sensitive. CJ grabbed one of Alicia's hands and lifted it to one of her breasts. "You don't think they're too big? You really like em?" CJ held Alicia's hand against her breast, pressing it closer so her palm cupped her nipple. "Alright," CJ said suddenly. "Stop trying to feel me up and let me get these knots smoothed outta those muscles. Might as well slip outta those jeans. too. I'll give you a real good massage." Alicia hesitated for a moment. "Go on," CJ insisted, "don't be shy. You got a great body, you should be proud of that body." Alicia unbuckled her jeans, sliding them down her long legs. Dressed only in her panties she lay face-down on CJ's bed. CJ dropped her jean-shorts and, unknown to Alicia, was suddenly naked. She hopped on the bed, straddling Alicia's ass and began working on her back. In the closet Mark had his hand down Bobbie's pants and a finger in her sopping wet pussy. After about five minutes, CJ moved down and straddled Alicia's legs. She applied more oil and began working on Alicia's lower back. Ever so gradual CJ worked her hands lower, slowly sliding Alicia's panties down her hips, working her hands on that delicious ass. "Alicia, baby, I love your skin, like cocoa butter and a cup of hot chocolate, makes you want to drink it up. Does this feel good for you, honey? Those muscle relaxing?" "Huh mmm," Alicia said dreamily. "I'm going to work on your legs a little, you just stay relaxed." CJ moved down, straddling Alicia's calves, and began working her hands up and down those brown thighs, kneading the muscles in Alicia's upper legs. Finally, when CJ thought Alicia was ready, she grabbed the panties by the waistband and pulled them down over Alicia's ass. "Raise your hips, baby, let me get rid of these things." Alicia elevated her hips to allow CJ to slide her panties down those long legs. And then CJ really went to work. Her oiled hands slid up and down Alicia's body, from the thighs to her ass. "My god, baby, you got a great ass," CJ said softly. "Why do all you beautiful black girls get these great asses?" With every stroke, CJ would force Alicia's legs open, pressuring her butt cheeks wider and wider. Meanwhile, Bobbie was bent over a stack of boxes in the closest, her own hand between her legs as she watched those two beautiful girls. After a time, Alicia's began to moan. Her legs were spread wide, and her hips had risen off the bed, giving CJ open access. But CJ took her time, teasing the long black girl, never coming in contact with her open pussy, but gradually moving closer and closer. Alicia was acting the passive, innocent, relaxed recipient of a great massage, until CJ hopped off the bed and suddenly smacked Alicia on the ass. Then she quickly flipped Alicia on her back. CJ was quick as a cat, straddling Alicia's stomach, facing her feet and she began again, running her hands down Alicia's long legs. "Hey, girl," Alicia protested, her voice husky. "I don't know we should be doing this." "You hush now, Honey Pot, CJ's goin take care of you, make you feel real good." CJ glided her oiled hands up and down that beautiful cocoa-butter body, her fingers moving around Alicia's visibly moist cunt. CJ spread Alica's legs wide open, until they lay flat on the bed to each side, Alicia's moist pussy fully exposed. CJ then rolled her oiled hands inside the thighs, along her pussy, and then down the crack of her ass. "Ah, girl, you sure got me going," Alicia said, her hips coming up from the bed trying to make contact with CJ's hands. "You feeling good, baby?" CJ moved her palm over Alicia's stomach, down over her cunt lips, across her pussy until her fingers slid down the crack of her ass, slowly pressuring sensitive spot of her butt. "Oh yeah, girl, I'm feeling real good." Alicia committed herself, finally, wrapping her arms around CJ and letting her hands wander down between CJ's thighs. In the closet, Bobbie was bare-ass naked, bent over a stack of boxes, her fingers pumping in and out of her own pussy as she watched CJ and Alicia finger fuck one another. Finally, CJ leaned her face down between Alicia's spread legs, and, with Alicia's help, she repositioned her knees on either side Alicia's head. When the two girls curled up on the bed in a 69 position and buried their faces in each other's pussy, Mark slipped his cock into Bobbie from behind. They made so much noise, it was only because CJ and Alicia had their legs wrapped around each other's ears, and moaning loudly themselves, that Mark and Bobbie weren't discovered. Later, however, Mark learned that Bobbie and CJ had arranged the whole thing, CJ confident she could seduce the gorgeous Alicia. This knowledge led Mark to ask Bobbie if her roommate had ever spied on them having sex, and, more to the point, had she ever had sex with CJ; which Bobbie always denied with a suspiciously shit-eating grin. And then, the summer after they both graduated, Bobbie turned up pregnant. Both Bobbie and Mark decided they would marry. Money was never a problem as his father owned a rather large trucking company back east, and the plan had always been for Mark to expand the business into the west after he graduated. A year later Bobbie got pregnant again and they had their second daughter. So they had a family, a large home, two cars, a successful business, the club membership; pretty much everything a person would want to attain in life. But now, their ninth year of marriage, it all changed. Maybe the switch from college to having a family happened too fast, Mark thought. One day Bobbie's in the closet bent over at the waist, and he's fucking her from behind while they watch two beautiful girls eat each other to climax, and the next thing you know, the owner of that beautiful butt he'd been fucking is his wife and the mother of his children. Mark believed the transition probably affected Bobbie more than himself. What Bobbie did was throw herself into becoming the world's greatest mother. What she didn't do is fuck Mark much anymore. Oh they had sex after marriage, just less and less sex as the years went by. And most terminal; the sex was predictable. Maybe it was his fault, Mark thought. Maybe he was hooked on the excitement and the experimentation they'd had before. Maybe Bobbie saw herself differently now that she was a mother and didn't come on to Mark the right way. Whatever the reason, somewhere around their eighth year of marriage, Mark found Susan. It was about this time, too, that Mark's father passed away, leaving the multi-million dollar company in Mark's hands. Mark looked for help. Susan came to work for Mark's company highly recommended. Though Susan was young, only twenty-four, she had Marketing Degree from a major university and had graduated at the top of her class with an MBA from a very prestigious institution. And Susan quickly proved how valuable she was. In three months she was personally responsible for expanding the sales by 6%, which was huge. And she showed Mark ways of cutting cost by 7%. Susan was also a quick learner, causing Mark to comment often that Susan could probably run the company herself, and maybe do a better job than he could. Four months after she'd started working for him, Mark and Susan were wrapping up a meeting in Salt Lake City. They had a few drinks to celebrate closing the sale, and, though neither one suggested it, they were soon fucking themselves into a steamy sweat at the Four Season Hotel. After that, they were fucking each other at least two times a week, sometimes more. Strangely, Susan reminded Mark of the way Bobbie used to affect him. Not only could Susan take charge of the business, but, like Bobbie, she had a take-charge ability to satisfy herself sexually. And Mark couldn't help but draw comparisons between Susan and Bobbie. Bobbie was a thin 5'7", Susan was a thin 5'10". Both Susan and Bobbie had the same body-type; small breasts, narrow hips, and a great ass. Susan's hair was dirty-blonde and she wore it to her shoulders, while Bobbie had cut her auburn hair to just below her ears. But what reminded him most of Bobbie was that Susan did all those little things that Mark used to enjoy with Bobbie. Susan would pull his cock out under the table in a restaurant, and then slide under the tablecloth and bring him off with her mouth. Or they'd sit in the conference room opposite the long open window, and behind the cover of the desk, pretend to go over reports while she would spread her legs and, already panty-less, begin to play with herself, slowly slipping her fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, fingering herself to orgasm and then licking her fingers clean. Once, when the two of them were entertaining clients at an expensive restaurant, Susan handed Mark a remote control which, she said controlled the vibration of the Ben Wa balls she'd inserted inside her cunt. All through the salads Mark kept the level on very low. "I think you'll find our level of professionalism," Susan said to the client, taking a sudden gasp of breath. "......to be vastly....ah....vastly superior than what you've been accustom to." Mark increased the level during the entrées, and a fine sheen of sweat broke out over Susan's upper lip. "And you said you enjoy the...ohhhhh......the snow... in Colorado?" Susan asked the client's wife. Just before desert was served, Susan excused herself. "I'm terribly sorry....my ggg. I'm sorry, but please excuse me while I goooo to the little girls room." Susan returned a little flushed, but more composed. If the clients noticed, they didn't say anything. During our after-dinner drinks Mark was merciless, increasing the intensity for a minute or two until Susan was almost coming out of her chair, and then decreasing the level for a minute or so, and then repeating the sequence. When they walked the clients outside the restaurant, and while they were saying their good byes, he let Susan have it with full intensity until she was all but crying. Susan didn't wait to get back to their hotel room. She didn't even wait to get to the car. She pulled Mark around the corner and fucked him standing up in the shadows. Mark's relationship with Bobbie had not changed during this period. When she indicated she was ready for sex, which had decreased to about twice a month by this time, he performed, often trying to drawl Bobbie out to her former self by trying to nudge her head down to suck his cock, or sticking his finger up her ass during sex. Nothing he tried changed his situation. But the situation did change one Saturday night in San Francisco. Susan and Mark had an appointment with a large client in San Francisco that weekend. They met and had dinner with two couples who had flown in from Phoenix. After dinner Susan and Mark took a cab to the Hotel Mayflower where they had reserved a two bedroom suite for that evening. Susan looked magnificent. Her dirty-blonde hair was pinned up off her neck, and she wore a long, tight, black evening dress. Mark walked behind her to the elevators and her sleek hips and long slim legs had him hard by the time the elevator doors closed. She grabbed his cock through his pants and squeezed as she leaned into him, opening her mouth, kissing him with a lot of tongue. They hurried to the room and quickly undressed. Wasting no time, they threw back the sheets and jumped into bed, naked, embracing, settling into a familiar position where he entered her slowly. Mark stared into her eyes as, ever so slowly, he inserted his cock deeper into her pussy. "My god, Mark, you fucker, go slow. Oh god." Mark held her right leg up in the crook of his elbow as he slid ever deeper into her. Susan locked her eyes onto his, not moving, waiting until he was fully entered before she shifted her hips ever so slightly. And, slowly, they teased themselves into a gradual build to the level of pleasure that would carry them both over the edge of orgasm. "Oh fuck, Mark, was that good." Susan lay panting, little spasms still running through her body. When she had caught her breath she reached for him. "Come on, get down there and lick my pussy, hurry." They soon settled into a 69 position, both lying on their sides, both teasing each other toward another orgasm. Mark kissed his way around her legs and inner thigh, wrapping his arms around her small butt and spreading her pussy lips open. He would lick the inside of her pussy, pushing his tongue inside as deep as he could. Then he would concentrate on her clit, nudging it with his tongue, then sucking it between his lips. He spread her butt cheeks and slowly penetrate her ass with one, then two fingers. Then with his other hand he'd penetrate her pussy until he was pumping into both holes while sucking on her clit. "Do you want me to fuck you in the ass or the cunt, baby? "Bofff" Susan said, her mouth full of his cock. Susan worked on his cock, using her tongue, bobbing her head while using her hands to slide up and down the shaft. Then she would begin to squeeze his balls, squeezing hard enough to balance between pain and pleasure. Then she would hold her mouth on his cock and suck, which she had somehow become expert at. Although it was never spoken, Mark felt it was a contest as to who could bring the other to orgasm first. And then the lights came on. Mark was disoriented at first. He was ready to cum, and he knew Susan was on the edge, so when the lights came on he, at first, refused to acknowledge it. As Mark was facing the door, he was the first to raise his head. There, standing by the bed, was Bobbie, a video camera held up to her face. "Very nice," Bobbie said. She was dressed in a long coat, a skirt and a sweater. At the sound of her voice Susan pulled her mouth from Mark's cock. Because his legs were wrapped around her head, she could not quickly turn to see who spoke. Of course Bobbie knew who Mark was with. Susan and Bobbie had met on several occasions. Susan had even been to their house once for an outdoor barbeque Mark had held for the company. Bobbie lowered the camera and met Mark's eyes. Then she reached back and swung, smacking Susan on her bare ass. The smack sounded like a shot. "Owwww,." Susan squealed. "Mother fuck." She squirmed to disentangle herself from Mark's arms and legs. "Let me up." "There's no hurry, Susan," Bobbie said. She walked over to a chair near the bed and sat down. "There's plenty of time." Gradually, Susan and Mark disentangle themselves and sat up in the bed. And by this time Bobbie had opened the folder she'd been carrying. One by one she began flipping 8 x 10 glossy photos onto the bed. All the photos were of Mark and Susan in different positions, their faces quite recognizable, all quite revealing. "There's video tape, too," Bobbie added. "With sound." Susan flipped her way through several photos, then she backed onto the middle of the bed, trying to pull the bedsheet around her. "Don't," Bobbie warned her. "I don't want you covered up." The two women glared one another, both judging their dominance of the situation. Susan's eyes fell away first and she released the edge of the sheet. Bobbie smiled for the first time. She stood and looked down at the two of them. Susan's hair, was a mess, and she seemed to slump slightly into herself. "What are you doing here?" Mark asked, finding his voice. "What am I doing here?" Bobbie repeated rhetorically. Bobbie removed her coat and then she hiked one leg up on the edge of the bed. She was wearing calf-high black boots with long heels. She pulled her skirt up over her knee revealing the inside of her bare thigh. "Well, darling, I might ask you the same question. Except, of course, the answer is fairly obvious. I must say, the two of you looked on the verge of cumming." Bobbie looked at Susan. "Is that true, sweety, were you about to cum?" "I'm leaving," Susan declared. She shifted to rise from the bed. "No," Bobbie declared. "No you're not." And she shoved Susan on the top of her head, catching her off balance so that she fell back onto the bed. Mark looked around at the photos on the bed. "You said something about video tape. So I will assume you've known about this for some time." "Yes, Mark, I have. I've had you followed in several cities. A quite professional and rather efficient private agency collected mountains of tape of you two. I've got mountains of evidence of infidelity that, by California law, would give me a large portion of your business." And One Day It All Changed "Is that what you want, a divorce?" "Look," Susan broke in. "This is a family matter between you two. I'm leaving." But Susan did not rise up from the bed. "No," Bobbie responded. "No, Susan, this involves you, I'm afraid." Bobbie grabbed a handful of photos, laying them one by one on the bed for Susan to look at. "Sucking cock, taking it from behind, licking his balls, from behind, again, see that smile. I don't know what you're doing here; are you licking his ass?" Bobbie looked into Susan's eyes. "You really are a slut, aren't you?" Bobbie stood over Susan at the end of the bed. "You see, Susan, I know about your father who works in a very sensitive position for the government. I know about your mother, and your conservative grandmother with all that money you hope to one-day inherit. You are counting on that inheritance, aren't you? Do you think that old religious battle-ax would leave you any money if she knew what a slut you are? "What do you want from me?" "We'll get to that." Bobbie moved over and sat on the dressing table. She lifted one leg on top the dresser, letting her skirt slide down to her thighs. Her one tan leg was bare from the top of her boot to deep down her inner thigh. She seemed not to notice. "So, Mark, it would seem you are at a distinct disadvantage. You're married to a wonderful woman, with two wonderful kids, and for the last six months you've been out fucking this slut. If we were to divorce I would get half of your business, the kids, the house, and probably most of your money." Mark said nothing. There was nothing to say. Bobbie was right, he was fucked. And, evidently, Susan was as vulnerable has he was. Mark waited for Bobbie to get to the point. He knew she had a point. "Would you both agree I have you by the balls, or the cunt hairs in your case, Susan." Bobbie absently scratched the inside of her bare thigh. After a moment she raised her voice. "I said, wouldn't you both agree?" Bobbie looked at Mark and he nodded his head. She looked to Susan. "Fuck you," Susan retorted. "Maybe I don't give a shit what you do. I have a degree, I'm smart. Maybe I don't need grandma's money. Don't blame me if you're too fucking old to fuck your man like I can." Bobbie smiled. "I like your spunk, this will be fun. Look, Susan, sweety, I'm a very rich woman. I can make the rest of your life, miserable. I will show these pictures to your father, mother, and grandmother. And I'll show them to every serious relationship you ever have. I'll send them video tapes, a different action video every week. Where ever you go for a job, they will receive the same packages. I'll post your image on porn web sites from A to Z; pictures, tapes, lots and lots of creative video. You'll be a star, recognized where ever you go, masturbated to by millions of viewers. The only job you'll ever get is in fuck-films. If you want to buy nice clothes, drive a nice car, or even if you have to pay your rent, or eat, you'll have to lay back while three guys take turns fucking you in the ass, all the while you're sucking on an albino midget's cock. And then, not too long from now, when you get older and your looks go, you can turn tricks down in Mexico and do shows with a donkey. Think about it real hard, sweety, and ask yourself; do you believe I will do that, and do you think you can survive that?" Susan was sitting cross-legged on the bed. She glared at Bobbie. Bobbie stood above her, waiting, smiling. "You......" Susan began. Bobbie quickly raised her hand to cut her off. Bobbie leaned toward the bed and repeated quietly, "Fuck films." Susan's eyes drifted away. Her head dropped down over her chest, her arms wrapped protectively around her breast. Mark couldn't help but notice the contrast between this girl on the bed and the confident girl he'd been fucking the last six months. "Susan," Bobbie said. "I need to hear you. Do I have you by the cunt hairs?" "Yes," Susan mumbled after a moment. But Bobbie wouldn't let her off. "Yes what? Say my name." Susan raised her head slightly, her eyes coming up to meet Bobbie. "Yes, Bobbie, you have me by the cunt hairs." "And I can pretty much do what I want with those nicely trimmed, bleached cunt hairs, don't you agree?" Bobbie didn't wait for a response. "Don't you agree, Susan?" She repeated louder. "Yes." Bobbie raised her head, raised her eyebrows, glaring at Susan, waiting. "Yes, Bobbie, you have me by the cunt hairs and you can do what you want." "Now, Mark, do you have anything to say?" Bobbie asked. "I think we should talk about this, alone." Bobbie chuckled to herself. She slid off the dresser and walked back to the door. There was a leather bag setting on the floor. Bobbie picked up the bag and came back to the bed. She placed the bag on the foot of the bed. "Now, I asked a question earlier. I asked you, Susan, if you were about to cum when I walked in. I didn't hear your answer." "Yes, I suppose." Bobbie stopped, looked at Susan and raised one eyebrow. "Yes, Bobbie, I was about to cum." Bobbie unzipped the leather bag and reached inside. "Susan, I want you to hop up here on the bed on your hands and knees." "Why?" Susan was on the verge of crying. "Why are you doing this to me?" Bobbie stopped and looked seriously at Susan. "I'm going to call you Suzie from now on. Suzie, I don't want to ever repeat myself to you again, do you understand?" "Yes.....Yes, Bobbie I understand." Susan waited five counts before she slowly unwound her arms and legs and lifted herself onto her hands and knees. "Turn your ass around toward the end of the bed" Bobbie instructed. "What are you going to do?" Susan asked, as she slowly complied, shifting herself around so her ass was facing Bobbie. Bobbie reared back and slapped her on the ass. Susan cried out but she didn't move. "You've got a nice ass, Suzie. Now, never mind what I'm going to do, you just stay like you are. Mark, you get up and come around here." Mark walked around to the end of the bed as Bobbie removed a long black dildo from the bag. Susan peer nervously over her shoulder and watched Bobbie hand the dildo to Mark. Then Bobbie grabbed the leather bag by the handles and walked to the head of the bed. She sat the bag on the bed and then climbed onto the bed with her back against the headboard. "Okay, guys, here's what we're going to do." Bobbie reached in the bag and pulled out the small video camera. "We're going to make home movies. Now, remember, I don't really need these movies for evidence, but I think the fact that you know you're going to be filmed this time might improve your performance. Now, first, Mark, you're going to hold that black dildo up to Susie's cunt, and Susie, you're going to back up on it until you got that thing deep inside you. Understand?" Bobbie reached up and pulled a strand of hair from Susan's face. "Relax, sweety, I think you'll enjoy this when it's all said and done. Okay, let's get to it. Lights, camera, action. Hold that big cock up there for our girl. Suzie, start backing up into it. Go on." Susan turned and looked over her shoulder at Mark. There were tears in her eyes. "Mark?" she pleaded. "Suzie," Bobbie said. "Suzie, turn around here. Look at me. Mark is not going to help you. I've got his balls in a vise. Besides, if I know Mark, he's probably enjoying this far too much to help you. So, let's get that big black cock inside you, okay?" Mark held the dildo in place while Susan slowly worked her way back. She was still slightly moist from the workout only moments before. The dildo slid in a few inches but the thickness was more than Susan was used to. "Go on, sweety," Bobbie purred. She reached out and stroked Susan's cheek. Susan's face grimaced in pain and effort. "It's too big." "No, it will fit just fine. Mark, don't you dare help her. Suzie, baby, get that cock inside you. Go on." And slowly the big black dildo disappeared inside Susan's cunt. The dildo was about nine inches long and there was only the last two inches showing. "That's a good girl," Bobbie purred. She stroked Susan's cheek. Bobbie then reached into her bag and brought out another dildo; this one smaller and pink. She handed the pink dildo to Mark. "Okay, Suzie, you're doing very good. Now we're going to put this little pink one in your ass." "No." Susan cried. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, smearing her mascara. "Please, Bobbie, no. It's too much. I'm a good girl." Bobbie held Susan's face in her hands. She leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I'm not a slut," Susan sobbed. Bobbie brushed her Susan's lips, flicking her nose across Susan's nose. Bobbie looked her in the eyes. "I know you're not. I had to say that to get your attention. Now, you're going to do this, baby. Go on, make me proud." Bobbie nodded to Mark who then placed the pink dildo up to Susan's asshole where she could feel the tip at the entrance. Bobbie gentle pushed Susan's shoulders, helping her to shift her weight back. As she felt the dildo slip into her she cried out. "Oh, god. Oh, it hurts." Bobbie leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, forcing her back farther. "Owwwmmmmmm" Susan moaned into Bobbie's lips. "Is it all in?" Bobbie asked Susan as she took a breath. "I think so." "Turn around and let me see." Susan swung her ass around toward Bobbie. "Okay, sweety, they're in there. Good job. Now turn back around and move up here closer to me." Once Bobby was leaning back against the headboard and Susan had situated herself so that she was again facing Bobbie, Bobbie reached out and stroked her tear-stained cheek. "Suzie, baby, you really do have a nice ass. I mean that." "Thank you," Susan said, not thinking. "Does it feel better, now?" "Yes, a little." "That's good. Now, I'm going to turn this little gizmo on." Bobbie reached inside the leather bag and pulled out a remote control. She turned the dial and instantly Susan perked up. Her ass rose up into the air, and she came up high on her hands and knees. "Suzie, sweety, move in close here, I'm going to start filming your close up." Susan automatically shuffled up the bed closer to Bobbie. "Suzie, do you feel that buzz?" Susan nodded. "This little control here makes both those dildo vibrate at what ever speed I set it to. Does the vibration feel good? Susan nodded her head up and down, quickly darting her tongue out to lick her lips. "Good, now, sweety, you're going to start telling me how you got started with Mark, and you're going to explain, in depth, what all you've been doing. Don't leave any cock sucking, pussy eating thing out, do you understand?" Susan nodded. "And Mark, I want you to stand there. Don't touch her, don't touch yourself. But when I tell you I want you to swat her ass as hard as you can." Bobbie leaned her face closer to Susan. "I'll only do that, sweety, if you lose your concentration, or if I feel you've purposefully left out something important. Now speak up loud for the microphone, Suzie." And Susan began to tell Bobbie how she first went to bed with Mark. "It was nobody's fault, really." Susan listed the cities where they had met. She told of the times they'd got together around the office, after hours, or in Mark's office while people were working just outside the door? Bobbie adjusted the intensity on the vibrating dildo several times, searching for the optimum level for the greatest satisfaction without the finality of orgasm. After Susan had listed all the locations of her and Mark's trysts, Bobbie asked her what exactly they had done at each of these places. Susan told her of the fucking, the positions, the oral sex, the toys, the fiddling and manipulations. Once there had been bondage, another time a blindfold. Bobbie recorded it all. Susan talked until her voice grew strained, and there were more starts and stops, and then Bobbie would nod to Mark who would smack her hard on her up-lifted ass. "And did you enjoy all of this, Suzie?" "Wha...?" Susan's eyes were unfocused. She was leaning on her elbows, her head dropping down to the bed. Her body rocked back and forth seeking friction, desiring release. "Suzie," Bobbie, repeated. "Look up here." Susan slowly raised her head. Her ass dropped to rest on her calves, her body insistently rocking back and forth. Bobbie turned the vibration off. "What?" Susan shook her head. "No. Please." "I need you to pay attention, Suzie, okay?" Susan nodded. "Now raise your ass up off the bed." Susan immediately raised her butt. "Get back on your hands. That's a good girl. Now move up here closer to me." Susan moved closer. Bobbie reached for her chin and raised her head until they were eye to eye. "Do you want me to turn the vibration back on?" Susan nodded vigorously. "Tell me what you enjoyed the most. Was it the fucking?" Susan nodded her head. Her dirty-blonde hair fell down over her face so that she began to look more like a hungry animal than a marketing & sales exec. "Did you enjoy the oral sex?" Susan nodded again with equal vigor. "I enjoyed it all." Susan's voice was raspy and dry." Bobbie switched on the vibrator and Susan's body instantly reacted. Her head came up and she rolled her head on her shoulders. Her body began again to rock back and forth, as though trying to fuck the need inside her. "Mark," Bobbie said. "Go sit in that chair. I don't believe will be needing you for a while." Mark, was transfixed by this transition in Bobbie. And he was deeply excited in the transition in Susan. In twenty minutes, Bobbie had managed to turn her into to a quivering, needful fuck machine. Mark slid into the chair and watched expectantly. Bobbie rested at the top of the bed. She had placed the camera back in the leather bag. Her knees were bent, her legs open, her boots dug into the bed sheet. Bobbie's skirt had fallen down her thighs, her legs bare and open. She wore no panties. Susan was situated immediately in front of Bobbie, and when Susan would drop her head, her long dirty-blonde hair fell over Bobbie's upper thighs. "Suzie," Bobbie said plainly. "Did you ever have other partners?" Susan didn't understand. Her body rocked insistently back and forth. She closed her eyes and ran her tongue around her lips. Bobbie reached up, raised her head, and slapped her lightly across the cheek. "Did you hear me, Suzie? Did you have other partners?" "Oh.....god. P....artners? Whaaaa?" Susan's fell to her elbows, her head dipped down, her highlighted hair washed over her face. All the while Susan's body was in a constant back and forth motion seeking the release Bobbie had so far denied her. Bobbie turned the vibrator off. Susan moaned loudly. Her face fell into Bobbie's lap. "Please......please." "Please what, Suzie?" "Please.....let me cum. Bobbie......Please." "Do you want me to turn the vibration on?" "Oh god.....I can't.......I want to cum." Susan crept closer, her arms sliding beneath Bobbie's knees. Her face was buried in the skirt bunched around Bobbie's waist. "Go on, Suzie, do what you need to do," Bobbie coaxed. She ran her hands through Susan's hair. "Go on. And then I will let you cum." Susan's arms were now wrapped around Bobbie's legs and she began to pull through the layers of Bobbie's skirt, folding it back to reveal Bobbie's pussy. Bobbie stroked her head like she would a child's. "Go on, Baby. Do what you need to do." "But, I'm not......" "Go on, Suzie. You need to do this for yourself." Bobbie stroked her hair lightly as Susan slowly dropped her face onto Bobbie's pussy. Her lips found its target and she tentatively extended her tongue, tasting. Bobbie was already wet and open. "Go on, sweety, when you make me feel good I will turn the vibration on." And with that Susan buried her face into Bobbie's crotch. Her tongue began to lap deeply into the center of Bobbie's cunt. Susan thought the taste foreign and strange, but not totally unpleasant. And, strangely, she felt the need to please Bobbie, she wanted Bobbie to feel good. Susan swirled her tongue into the opening wetness. When Susan's tongue brushed over her clit, Bobbie jerked her hips, then slid forward, her legs closing on Susan's head. The move inspired Susan to move her mouth faster, her tongue deeper. She had found a way to please Bobbie. Susan wrapped her arms around Bobbie's hips, pulling her pussy closer. At one point Susan felt Bobbie's cunt had opened so wide that her whole face was slowly diving deep inside. Slowly, Bobbie's hips began to move. Bobbie placed both her hands around Susan's head, pulling her deeper inside, as her hips pushed upwards toward the pleasure of Susan's tongue. When the time was right, Bobbie reached for the controls and turned the power as high as it would go. Susan was shocked by the sensation. She clamped on tighter to her embrace of Bobbie, moaning, burying her face deeper, her tongue moved faster. Bobbie felt she could feel the vibration from Susan's cunt moving up through her own body. Susan's body stiffened, but her tongue and mouth never stopped moving against Bobbie's cunt. Susan's orgasm came first, sending an electric spasm throughout her body, her whole body quivering, rippling from head to toe. Then Bobbie yelled-out as her own orgasm exploded. She held Susan's head tightly against her pussy, stroking her until Susan's body stopped convulsing and the waves of pleasure subsided. It was the most powerful orgasm Susan had ever experienced. Bobby reached for the remote and turned it off before Susan began to build toward another orgasm. Bobbie buried her fingers in Susan's hair, stroking her, calming her as you would a horse exhausted from a race. Susan's face lay buried in Bobbie's cunt, she didn't try to move. "You did good, baby, you rest now." Bobbie looked toward Mark, still sitting naked in the chair. "Bobbie," Mark said, "You amaze me." "Do I?" Bobbie nodded, leaning her head against the headboard. She sat like that, looking at Mark, softly stroking Susan's head still lying in her lap. "What do you think we should do, Mark?" Bobbie asked sleepily. "We move on, we get past this." Bobbie said nothing. Susan lifted her head and laid her cheek atop Bobbie's stomach. Bobbie cleared stray strands of hair from Susan's face, then continued stroking her head. Bobbie shifted her left hand to Susan's head, leaning to her right to reach for the hotel phone. She pulled the phone to the bed and began punching buttons. Ignoring Mark, Bobbie spoke softly into the phone. The conversation was short, and Bobbie replaced the receiver. "Bobbie, you know I love you, I've always loved you," Mark said. He stood and moved to the bed, sitting on the foot. "I'm sorry, for deceiving you. I was just looking for sex. Susan and I were never emotionally involved." Bobbie stared at Mark, her hand still stroking Susan's head. Several moments passed. Then Mark opened his mouth to speak. But Bobbie beat him to it. "Mark." Mark scooted along the bed to move closer to Bobbie. "Mark," Bobbie repeated. "Go to the door and open it." Mark looked confused. He looked to the door and back to Bobbie. "Go on," Bobbie repeated. Mark walked to the door and twisted the knob. While hiding behind the door, he swung it open to peek outside. Suddenly he backed up quickly as someone swept inside the room. "CJ?" Mark stammered. "Where did you come from?" "Hey, Slick," CJ said, eyeing Mark's nakedness. "How's it hanging?" He'd only seen CJ twice since he and Bobbie had married. The last Mark had heard, CJ was living somewhere on the east coast. CJ still wore her blonde hair long. Her dress was long and black, her boots were white. CJ moved over to the bed and scooted in next to Bobbie. CJ leaned in to Bobbie and they kissed affectionately, holding each other's cheeks. And One Day It All Changed Mark closed the door, puzzled at what he was seeing. Susan stirred and raised her head. "What's going on, Bobbie." Susan's eyes were open wide, her dirty-blonde hair askew atop her head, her face still wet from Bobbie's juices. "Nothing, baby, here, move up here." Susan scooted up between Bobbie's legs, into her arms. Bobbie wrapped her arms around her, and Susan's cheek fell against Bobbie's breasts. Susan looked at CJ. "Who are you?" she asked, hugging herself into Bobbie. "I'm your new best friend, gorgeous." CJ answered. "Now ain't you the most delicious looking thing I've seen all day long." CJ reached over and stroked Susan's cheek, leaning down to kiss her lips. "Okay, Mark," Bobbie began. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to make Suzie the CEO of your company. You can remain as president, if you want, but you'll have no power. Suzie will run everything. And Suzie will answer only to me." Bobbie turned Susan's head up to look into her eyes. "How does that sound to you, Suzie?" "If that's what you want, Bobbie." "Bobbie..." Mark began. "You want me to pull those dildos out for you, Baby?" CJ asked Susan. Susan sat up, "Are we done, Bobbie?" "For now, sweety." "No," Susan offered. "It's okay if you want to do more." Bobbie looked to CJ and handed her the remote. CJ rolled onto Susan's back. She nuzzled her neck then whispered into her ear. Susan's head came up and she smiled as she listened to what CJ was telling her. Susan looked to Bobbie and Bobbie nodded. CJ rolled off the bed and Susan squealed with excitement, rolling off the bed, chasing after CJ into the other room. Mark watched them until the door closed behind them. "Bobbie," Mark said, turning to his wife. "You know I can't go along with all this." "Mark, come here and sit down beside me." She patted the bed and Mark sat on the edge of the mattress. "Mark, you've got a choice to make. If you defy me, I will proceed with the divorce. After the tapes become public, my attorney will see that I get most everything. You can keep the business, but I will get the money, the house, the kids, most everything you hold dear. And you'll pay me an exorbitant sum of money every month to support your family in the style to which we've grown accustom." "You already have an attorney?" "CJ's my attorney. She's been practicing law for five years now. She's good, Mark, and I think you know how ruthless she can be. Now, I want you to listen very closely to this next part, Mark. After our divorce I will send these fuck tapes to every person who you ever do business with. I will send tapes to any bank you try to do business with. I will crush your business." "But, if you run me out of business, I can't pay you that exorbitant sum of money every month." "I don't really need your money, Mark, I'm already quite wealthy. Never mind how." Bobbie paused. "Now here's your other option. You can do what I say. You'll be taken care of financially. You'll have access to your children. And you probably get laid every once in a while. But, you will not get laid by anyone I don't first approve of. You can beat off all you want." "Why are you doing this to me?" The door opened from the adjoining bedroom and CJ walked back into the room. She wore only a brief pair of black panties. CJ walked by Mark and tussled his hair, and then she reached into the leather bag sitting on the bed. "CJ," Susan called from the other room. "I'm ready." CJ pulled a large red double dildo from the bag. She winked at Bobbie and blew her a kiss, and then scurried across the room to the adjoining bedroom. Mark's eyes followed the buxom blonde girl until she disappeared into the other room and closed the door. "Mark." Bobbie said. Mark swung his attention back to Bobbie. "You will do as I say, and your life will be good. We will not have an emotional relationship. We will not have this conversation. Ever again. Live with it." Bobbie climbed off the bed. She did not look at Mark as she walked toward the adjoining bedroom. "Bobbie," Mark called out. Bobbie stopped and turned. "I want to ask you if you planned all this. And I want to ask you how far back you began planning this." Bobbie and Mark stared at one another and Mark saw in her the girl he'd fallen in love with ten years ago. "But if I asked, you probably wouldn't tell me, would you?" "Doesn't matter how we got here, Mark. It is what it is. Smile. Enjoy life. Get dressed, go home." Bobbie opened the door and disappeared inside the bedroom with CJ and Susan. She closed the door behind her.