4 comments/ 47094 views/ 24 favorites Falling Through the Ice By: Wifetheif Angela loved her job. The photography bug had bit her hard in high school. Now twelve years later what had begun as a hobby had become a nice way to augment the family income. It was her newest and most favorite paying job. Angela had been through a string of jobs but she was sure that this one would stick. Even in this digital age, the right image could bring a nice price from the right website. Angela felt fortunate that her husband, Daniel, generally supported her endeavors. True, he was usually too busy at his job to accompany Angela on her excursions, but Angela told her self that lots of couples had different hobbies. She did wish that Daniel would not spend so much time at the office. Angela wondered what Daniel could find at his office that was more compelling than her trim blonde self. The visage of her husband's raven haired young assistant came to her mind but Angela pushed it away, "I'm imagining things." she told herself for the thousandth time. Angela specialized in landscapes. Sometimes to capture just the right picture, Angela would drive far into the country. Daniel said that he worried about her, that he knew that his wife was a smart woman who would not do anything dangerous. He helped her in his own fashion, packing Angela a lunch and a dinner and kissed her goodbye. To Angela's complete delight, what had begun as a trip to capture the late autumnal landscape, became a winter wonderland when an unexpected snow storm blew in. While it had been cold the last few days, the snow had not been predicted. Angela marveled at the snow dusted vistas as she delightedly hiked through the deep woods. As she walked it became bitterly cold. Angela raised her collar about her ears. Angela was acutely aware that she was not entirely adequately dressed to repel the cutting wind. Seeking to capture one last photo, Angela stepped into a hollow to minimize the wind. Angela was too caught up in capturing just the right angle to notice that she was actually walking upon an ice sheet until the sudden crack and the frozen plane beneath her feet parted.. The cold was numbing and painful in ways that she had not believed possible. As the water closed above her head Angela realized that this is the way she would die. She thought about Daniel and fought for life. Somehow Angela managed to crawl back upon the ice sheet she had tumbled through. In the numbing air, Angela rapidly lost consciousness, her last thought was a profound wish for a second chance. Almost beyond her comprehension Angela returned to the living. Her naked body was swathed in blankets. The smell of cooking food hung deliciously in the air. She was supine on a couch in what appeared to be a cabin. Eyes wide, Angela drank in her surroundings. She was not alone. "Good morning Angela!" The owner of the voice was tall and broad, with a neatly trimmed beard and mustache, his large brown eyes were luminous and full of concern. He was rather handsome Angela thought, before a thousand questions assailed her mind. "Where am I? Who are you? What happened to my clothes?" The man smiled and sat in a chair next to the couch close to Angela's head. And replied, "You are in my cabin. It is some fifteen miles away from that pond you fell in. You can call me John, that name is as good as any. As to your clothes, obviously I had to remove them to prevent your death from exposure. You have been feverish and very sick for more than two weeks. I nearly lost you more than once, fortunately, I'm a rather competent nurse." Angela stared at the man. At last she processed his words. "I'm going to bring you some soup now. When you finish that its into the tub with you for a hot bath, after that if you would like to talk I will be all ears." Angela continued to sit dumbly when the man returned with a bowl of soup on a tray. Angela sat up on the couch to make a lap for the soup. The blanket covering her fell away, exposing Angela's fine breasts. Angela flushed with embarrassment and quickly restored the cover. Ordinarily she was shy. The only man she had been completely comfortable exposing her body to was Daniel. Angela had thick, honey colored hair that fell to her shoulders, her brilliant blue eyes often reminded men of sapphires, her tummy was flat and toned and her modest sided bust and trim figure drew envious stares from other woman as well as most red blooded men. She noticed the familiar gleam in John's eyes and tried to ignore it. Angela realized that she was famished. The soup tasted like manna as it slid warmly down her throat. "Eat slowly, I have not been able to get much solid food into you since you have been here. If you eat too quickly you will get nasty cramps. After your bath I will give you some more substantial food." Angela thought it strange that this man had not summoned and ambulance and sent her to a hospital. She did not like what those omissions implied. "Who knows that I am here?" She asked between spoonfuls of soup. "Well Angela, I know and now you know. It doesn't really have to go beyond the two of us." "People are looking for me!" stated Angela. "Not anymore. The search was called off after they figured out that you ended up in the bottom of that pond you tumbled into. Last I heard they were planning on dredging the pond for your body in the spring. They did not even find your car until three days after you turned up missing, so even when they WERE searching, you already were under my care." "But my husband, my life." "Are irrelevant at this juncture. That snow storm turned into a blizzard. There are several feet of snow in every direction. It is amazing I was able to get you here before even the deer trails became impassible. I already know you intimately. You were delirious for the better part of a week, you told me ALL about yourself during that time. I have a feeling that deep down your life was not entirely happy. You complained for example that your husband ALWAYS found some excuse to avoid accompanying you on your excursions. You like to tell yourself that it doesn't bother you but it does. Why would you want to go back to a life that was making you miserable? The amazing good fortune I had in stumbling across you was a sign that the little oasis of my cabin is the new beginning you need." Angela looked at the man. He did not look dangerous but she did not like the direction this conversation was taking. "Look Mister, I don't know what you are expecting but I have no intention of staying here. That Daniel may be avoiding sharing my passion does NOT mean that my life is 'miserable'" "I'm SURE you believe that Angela. You also claimed to not care that he takes business trips with his young and pretty assistant. I know that you WANT to believe him when he tells you that they always pay for separate rooms. Of course you have NO way of knowing if that is true. For something that doesn't bother you, it sure is on your mind a great deal. I'm sure that after a few months under my roof, you will see the wisdom of a new life for both of you.." "Months!" gasped Angela. "Of course, this snow is unlikely to melt enough for us to travel until March at the earliest. The National Weather Service is predicting a very severe winter for this area so I assume there will be far more snow before there is a thaw. John faced Angela, a leer that she did not like briefly darted across his countenance before he continued. "Now finish your soup, I am going to start filling the tub." he said, this time with much warmth, before he left the room. A stunned Angela performed an accounting of herself and the cabin. Angela noticed that she had lost a lot of weight and that her unshaven legs and armpits were virtual jungles. Two weeks, at least of growth. Angela noted that her earrings and wedding band and engagement ring had been removed as well. Suddenly she had profound pangs from missing Daniel. Even with his faults she was sure that her husband was missing her immensely. Still she did not like the idea of Veronica, Daniel's assistant, comforting him. A nagging fear began to stir in Angela's heart. As for the cabin, a string of locks held the front door closed. Between the curtains, Angela eyes drank in a forbidding landscape of deep snow and bare trees. Icicles hung from the eaves. A large fire was burning in a lovely fireplace. The cabin was decorated with taste and flair that belied the stereotype of bad male decorators. Angela drew the covers about her and shivered, only this time not from cold. John, if that was his real name, returned to Angela's side. A towel and washcloth were in his left hand. "Bath time Angela! You will probably be unsteady on your feet for the next few days so lean against me." Angela set the tray and empty soup bowl down on the floor. She was thinking up a reply to this presumption, but before she had time to react, John pulled away the covers, shielding her nudity. Angela screamed and tried to bury her body in the couch. "Oh come on Angela! Do you really thing there is part of you that I have not already seen? I've been wiping your butt and privates for the past two weeks. You need a bath and, in your weakened state, I NEED to help you," "Please let me be!" Shouted Angela. The man grasped Angela by the scruff of her neck and pulled her to her feet. Angela's legs felt like elastic as she struggled to get her footing. The demonstration of this man's strength convinced Angela that resiting would be futile. She allowed her captor to steer her into the next room. She did in fact have to lean against him during the short trip. As she walked, Angela became aware of a pungent smell. To her horror Angela realized that the reek was emanating from her. She realized that she must have been sick and idle for some time. An old fashioned but charming bathroom greeted Angela's eyes. The tub sat on lion's feet. There was a large shower stall, a sink, and an antique looking commode. It was hardly what Angela expected to find in a rustic cabin. The blonde wife of another man offered no resistance when John assisted her into the tub. Despite the circumstances the warm water felt heavenly to her tired muscles. Angela knew better than to protest when John began to rinse and lather her body. After the initial embarrassment, shame, and shock wore off, Angela realized that John's touch was very gentle, almost loving. She tried to relax as she watched steam rise from the tub and dissipate just above her head. Angela had no idea how to react as he kidnapper soaped every inch of her body. His fingers invaded her sex and asshole, Angela tried to slink away from the invading digits but did not have the strength. Angela saw her accumulated filth dissolve into the water. The smell of the soap and shampoo was much kinder to her nostrils. Angela was still processing things when John produced a razor and shaving cream and removed the hair under Angela's arms and on her long, sensual legs. Angela ran her hands over the aftermath of John's razor handiwork and realized that she had rarely had a closer, more thorough shave. John had Angela stand. He took a pail and rinsed her off before pulling the plug in the drain. Angela stepped out of the tub and John wrapped her in a large towel. He dried her hair and plaited it in two long braids. Silently he led Angela to a small kitchen and placed a simple yet filling meal before her. Angela realized that she was still famished. To Angela, the simple meal of rice and chicken tasted like the finest restaurant meal. Angela looked at John as he took the seat next to her. "I assume that my clothes are dry now. Can I get dressed?" "Angela its not that simple. The cold was so intense that by the time I got you back here, everything you had on was coated with ice. I had to cut your clothing off to save time. Your skin was bright blue by the time I got you in front of the fire, I'm not a medical expert, but I'm fairly sure that you had pneumonia, that is what I treated you for in any case. My cabin is warm enough that you really don't need clothes. Modesty is NOT a virtue in my house." "This is kidnapping!" replied Angela hotly. John smiled and calmly replied, "You can't kidnap the dead," Angela put down her fork and said, "You can't keep me just because you want to you pervert. I'm a free citizen of legal age!" John's smiled never wavered as he stated, "Upsetting yourself is counterproductive. We will discuss this after you have finished eating. Suffice to say that It is best for you if I make all the decisions for a while." Angela wanted to continue the conversation but John's face became sphinxlike an inscrutable. Her stomach roared with hunger and Angela realized that the path of least resistance was to continue eating. Much to he surprise, Angela found herself eating every morsel in the plate before her. Along with the dinner she drank two full glasses of fruit juice. Once she had finished eating, Angela decided on a new tact, "Look, John, I am very grateful to you for rescuing me from certain death and for nursing me back to health. When I am well enough I would like to leave. I will put in a very good word for you with the authorities. They might even give you a medal. Now I would like to use your phone to call my husband." "I have no phone. We are too remote for either a land line or a cell phone. It is only by either blind luck or divine providence that I even came across you. I was out hunting. I tried an area I had never visited before in hopes of some fresh game when I spied you diving into that pond. Your clothing had begun to freeze to your body and your core temperature was very low by the time I reached you. If I had not had the foresight to bring along an emergency blanket and sleeping bag you would have been dead in no more than five minuets I had a devil of a time getting you back to this cabin. You owe your life to me. I COULD ask for all sorts of things in exchange. What I DO want is an opportunity to reform your life and banish your sadness forever?" Angela stifled a laugh, "So you apparently are the world's greatest psychologist, slumming in the guise of a lumberjack? You had your thrills keeping me naked but I have NO intention of staying here. You have played doctor with me enough!" John frowned and said, "You don't need a psychiatrist Angela. You need an ordered, stable life. I can provide that for you. Remember you told me all about yourself, moving from job to job, unhappy in every one. Not real fulfillment in you hobbies or your marriage. I can offer you a real solution." Angela's mouth fell open in shock, everything John had told her was the truth. She was full of shame and confusion and realized that she must have revealed her every secret while laying naked on this strange man's couch. "Look, buster, I don't care what I said., it must have been the delirium talking. That is NOT how I actually feel. And I owe you NOTHING!" "Angela, let me put this to you another way. Unless I say so you DON'T leave this cabin. Your ONLY access to the outside world is through me. Not another soul on this planet knows that you're even alive. In short, you can make all the demands you want. I am under no obligation to yield to a single one. So whether you like it or not Ms. Simpson, you WILL be living to my dictates for the foreseeable future." "Why, you insolent, perverted creep! You need a shrink more than I ever did!" The sudden pain caused Angela to gasp. John was pinching a nerve in Angela's arm causing incredible pain to shoot through her entire body. "You will address your savior and liberator with proper respect, Ms. Simpson!' As quickly as the pain had come it vanished. Angela gazed up at John, his face betrayed no emotion as Angela resettled herself in the chair and tightened the towel about her body. Angela was intelligent and resourceful. "I'm sorry, John. Thank you for my life. I'll spend the next few days working on getting healthy again." "After you eat, you should do some stretching to exercise your weakened muscles. Do you know yoga?" "Yes," replied Angela, "but I doubt that I'm in shape enough to hold any positions." "I realize that. You have to begin stretching and getting your muscles working again. Sitting idle like your were is not healthy. I have a stair master for when your strength fully returns." "John," asked Angela, "I realize that the clothes I had on were ruined, but do you think you could find me something to put on? I realize that by now you have seen every inch of my body but I still feel uncomfortable naked. I'm actually quite shy." "While, you really do not need clothes, Angela. I will accede to your wishes to demonstrate that I am a compassionate guy." John disappeared into another room and returned with a black tee shirt and a pair of white silk boxers. The clothing hung off of Angela's smaller frame but the captive housewife was grateful for the coverage. Once she was dressed John had her assume some yoga poses. Angela realized the extent of her weakened state when she discovered that she could not hold any pose for more than a few seconds. Before almost any time had passed Angela found herself gasping for breath and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. Noting her distress, John had her stop and rest. "We will do a bit more each day. It may take as much as a month for you to fully recover your strength." stated John plainly. He smiled and continued, "Dinner is quite a ways away. I have some board games we can play cards, or maybe spin the bottle. I also have a few very old video games. I also have a nice selection of movies. That's all the TV is good for. I have neither cable nor satellite. If I could I'd live entirely off the grid but I'm not quite ready to give up electricity." John then paused and took a long lustful look at Angela and said, "As to what we SHOULD be doing I have several gross of prophylactics available. They have a thousand and one uses around the cabin, such as protecting my gun barrels from dirt and moisture in damp weather. You and I, of course can use them for their intended purpose. I have liquor if you need to relax yourself." Angela's jaw dropped with her captor's forthright admission of his intentions. She eyed this man. He was big and obviously strong. There was a sizable bulge in his tight jeans. The young wife realized that she could not hope to prevent this man from taking what he wanted if he so desired, especially in her weakened condition. Angela was resourceful and intelligent she decided to stall for time while her mind conceived an out. "John, let's not be hasty. After all, I barely know you. I am VERY grateful to you for saving my life but I AM another man's wife. Why don't we sit on the couch and talk a bit? Lets sip some wine and see what we have in common. Maybe I can do SOMETHING for you that allows me to remain faithful to my husband. I can promise you that that will be more satisfying than simply taking what you want will." The tall bearded man glowered at the trim blonde woman and replied, "Angela, what we have is a trade agreement. I saved your life and nursed you back to health, everything you need to survive comes from my beneficence, in exchange you give me the things that I want and enjoy. As for your husband? I have no doubt that right now his is boinking his hot assistant as he plots how best to spend your life insurance payout." "Daniel LOVES me!" "Is the lie you tell yourself every day. But, suppose that he really does. Don't you think he will forgive your infidelities IF you choose to return to him after the snow melts?" Angela knew that truth of that statement. Daniel would forgive her if he thought that she was forced or had no other choice, which was her current situation. She decided on a new tact. "But John, I'm still recovering from my illness." Falling Through the Ice Ch. 02 Chapter two picks up immediately after chapter one. Angela and John's story concludes. At least for now. ***** Angela cried into John's shoulder, lost in eddies of doubt, confusion, fatigue and a raft of other emotions she could not identify. After what seemed like an exceptionally long time, Angela returned to herself. For reasons she could not fathom she turned her lips to her abductor every time his face neared hers. She felt more naked than she ever had before as John gently yet deliberately led her to the large and very comfortable looking bed. Like an observer from Mars, or some other celestial sphere, Angela noted that John's large penis was erect once more. As one to whom English was a foreign language, Angela heard the soft, encouraging syllables of her captor enter her ears. To stunned and emotionally distraught to comprehend his enchantments, Angela still understood that her captor meant her no harm; that he had built up quite a bit of affection for her while nursing her back to health. The sheets smelled clean and were cool to the touch as Angela laid down where instructed. The mattress was indeed very comfortable. John's handsome, well built form appeared over head, smiling luminously. He kissed his way down Angela's body, taking time to tease and stimulate each nipple and suckle her breasts in a very enjoyable fashion before Angela felt his mouth, like a branding iron, emitting no smoke but impossibly hot, kissing its way down Angela's taut tummy, circling her navel and plunging into her secret place. Angela had worked hard to make her husband, Daniel provide everything she could possibly have wanted orally. All of that work seemed so much dross as John's supremely talented tongue worked its fiery magic on her clitoris. As her abductor worked upon her womanhood, Angela's mind focused like a laser upon the wondrous sensation. The young housewife could not recall a time when she had been so well pleasured. Despite her intentions being the very opposite, she soon found herself moaning with satisfaction. Dimly Angela realized that she could not remember her last orgasm. For months before she had left for her photography trip, Daniel had not been able to give her the attention she had desired. His work, he claimed, had left him too exhausted to do much more than perfunctorily seeing to his wife's needs. Oh he had been able to see to HIS needs alright, but Angela had been left hungry for more for quite a while. The image of the dark and younger Veronica, her husband's assistant, came to her mind before she angrily forced it away. Once the image of her rival vanished, the warmth and skill of her abductor seemed to fill her every atom. Like a large house cat playing with a familiar toy, John forced a string of orgasm's out of Angela before he rose up long enough to slide on a condom. Angela made no effort to pull away when John had separated from her. Spent from her time of recovery and her previous exertions, Angela was content to not move a muscle as John gently parted her legs and plunged his maleness deep into her femaleness. Angela did not understand why her legs encircled his as John rocked away with determination. It seemed to Angela that her handsome enslaver had an unusually long staying power before his strong body collapsed against her. His kisses were deep and passionate but Angela was aware of those for only a short time before her worn body drifted off into one of the deepest and most refreshing sleeps of her life. She woke with a start. It had not been a dream, she was in his bed naked, in a trashcan by the bed Angelia spied the used condom. Immediately she recalled the previous night's pleasure and was almost physically ill at her disgusting and unseemly behavior. After drinking everything in Angela's first thought echoed that of the night before, "What the fuck is wrong with me?" she stated out loud. The smell of food hung deliciously in the air. Angela pulled the covers tight around herself as John entered the room. He was shirtless, an earnest, contented expression upon his face. "Good morning, Angela!" he stated cheerily. "Breakfast is ready. After we eat, we work out. You won't be expected to do anything too strenuous, just a bit more than yesterday. After that we can do what ever you want to do, within reason." Angela gazed at her captor. That he was a kind and gentle man she could not deny. A creep or a tyrant certainly would not have been able to get THAT reaction out of her. Still, she wanted to believe that the previous evenings extracurricular activity was an aberration that must not be repeated. "John, What happened last night was a mistake. I was week emotionally and physically and I probably had too much wine. We CAN'T have a repeat of THAT!" John smiled knowingly and replied, "Angela, I will let you believe that lie you are telling yourself for present but I know when I have completely pleased a woman. When's the last time you had so many orgasms?" Angela's entire body flushed as she sputtered her answer, "That is not important! You had no business taking advantage of me." "I did NOT take advantage of you Angela, and the word 'no" seemed to be a million miles away from your tongue last night. Now come and eat." Still disgusted with herself Angela rose from the bed, found her cast off tee shirt and boxers from the night before, slid them on and glumly followed John to the kitchen. The coffee and the meal were first class. For Angela, the look of utter rapture on John's face was positively unnerving. She sought to break the tension. "John, you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know a great deal about me but I know nothing about you. Is your name really John?" The dark featured man met Angela's gaze. "John will suffice. If you prefer I can be Bruce Wayne. Like him I lost my parents to violence. My father was a professor of ecology my mother was an economist. I inherited this cabin and a very sizable sum of money after their deaths. I prefer this cabin to the outside world. It is full of nothing but happy memories. Every time I bag a buck or reel in a bass I remember the great times here with my parents. The cabin has everything I could want, and now mother nature has provided me with an alluring female. What more do I need?" Angela gazed across the table. The man in the chair opposite her wore an expression of supreme confidence. She perceived no great sadness in this man despite the severe loss he had suffered. That John had told her the truth, Angela had no doubt. The longer Angela looked at him the more she got the feeling that her abductor was not crippled with grief but was full of longing for a partner to share this world with him. Angela turned from his penetrating gaze to the ice coated window and the deep snow in all directions. Silently Angela wished that this man truly was an ogre. She could never give her heart to an ogre. ... Angela let that thought die before it reached her lips and changed the subject. "Do you have a sewing machine or something I can alter clothing with? I appreciate the tee shirt but maybe I can fashion a more extensive wardrobe out of your cast offs, my grandmother was a seamstress. One summer, I lived with her and she tried to teach me everything she knew on the topic." After breakfast, Angela found that she could hold her yoga positions for much longer than she had the previous day. Although she became winded, Angela was reassured that her full strength would soon return. John allowed Angela to shower on her own but he was waiting to wrap her in a large towel when she was finished. John provided her with a fresh tee shirt and boxers and retrieved his mother's portable sewing machine from the tiny attic of the cabin. Angela looked askance at the ancient and sewing machine. It was a tiny portable useful only for small jobs. John told her that her mother used it to make emergency repairs to their clothing while at the cabin. In a revealing detail John told her that her mother's patches lated only until they returned to the city where she had a seamstress and tailor on retainer. Still, the tool was the only one Angela had so she would find a way to make it work. John presented Angela with her ruined clothes. Angela stared at the clothing that John had cut away from her body to save her life. Her boots were untouched, aside from that, virtually nothing was salvageable. John had had to reduce her frozen clothing to ribbons to get it off of her. Angela wondered the fate of her earrings and wedding band and engagement ring but she knew instinctively that asking after them was not a good idea. While John showered Angela tried to recall what her grandmother had taught her. Two hours later, Angela had created a simple, short skirt out of what had been her jeans. Angela slid it up her long fine legs and modeled it for her captor. John applauded and Angela felt wonderful. It was as though part of her old life had been returned to her. Using the inadequate sewing machine was a tedious, tiring process, however and Angela needed a break. Taking a look at the selection of films that John owned, Angela discovered a great many classics, some Asian and western pornography and a few very off the wall options, Angela would never have associated with the buttoned down mind and demeanor that John showed her. John turned on the television. Angela had thought that it would show a blank screen, instead the end of a local news program appeared. John made a move to switch the program to the DVD player but Angela stayed his hand. Her husband Daniel was on the screen being interviewed by a local anchor! John's captive smiled at the familiar handsome features of her husband but then her blood froze. Standing next to Daniel in a slinky dress was his assistant, Veronica. Angela's draw dropped as she heard, "I am speaking with Daniel Simpson who organized this indoor 5K event at the arena to raise the funds to endow a scholarship at his late wife's high school." Angela watched, scarce believing her eyes and ears as one of her old teachers and the current principal of the school were interviewed. The reporter described how Angela was presumed dead when the search helicopter found the place where she broke through the ice. The copter crew spotted Angela's back pack and camera case frozen in place where she was assumed to have tumbled through. Inclement weather prevented the helicopter crew from investigating any further. Just as John had said the lake was scheduled to be dredged in the spring. Angela thought that her heart would melt and congeal in a puddle at her feet when she heard Daniel say, "It is only through the support of very good friends and family that I have been able to get over my loss." The camera cut back to the reporter, Daniel, believing that he was off the air, took that moment to plant an obviously romantic kiss on the lips of Veronica, his assistant! Angela did not feel like watching a movie after the report faded into another story. Angela collapsed into a paroxysm of tears and sobs. Obviously Daniel had been sleeping with his assistant for quite some time. Now everything made sense, his distance his preoccupation, his lack of concern. He did not even have the good manners to wait a respectful period of time before making his affair public. As Angela cried she became aware of the comforting embrace of John. For the second time she wept into his shoulder but for completely different reasons. It was hours before her tears finally left her. John had spent that entire time gently stroking and comforting her. Angela's sad blue eyes gazed deeply into John's concerned brown orbs. It occurred to the betrayed wife that this man, total stranger that he was, had shown her more love in the time that she was in this cabin than her husband had for a very long time. For a long moment their eyes locked, Angela could read all of John's concern, desire, and even love for her in his handsome deep brown eyes. Angela gazed about the cabin. It was a cozy universe. Angela realized that she preferred this place to the prospect of confronting her philandering husband. Suddenly her own body's betrayal under John's ministrations became positively trivial. She now accepted the fact that she would be spending months in this little world. She could either endure that time or enjoy that time. Enjoyment was the much better prospect. It occurred to Angela that she had not really thanked John for giving her her life back. She did not know what her future portended beyond the next few months but she would enjoy herself until that time. "John," she said as the last of her tears were replaced by a steady calm and an open heart, "I never properly thanked you for saving my life. Lets go to the bedroom and I will show you how grateful I can be." John wore a neutral expression that hid a great delight as he clasped Angela's hand and followed the betrayed wife. In the bedroom Angela showered John with kisses and opened his shirt. "Before I go any further, can you promise me, John that you will never betray me the way Daniel has." John looked almost hurt as he replied, "Angela, is it not obvious that I love you. Despite my threats I could never have been harsh to you. While caring for you I realized that you are a woman hungry for true affection and real devotion. I have both of those and they have been waiting for you my entire life." "Oh John." gushed Angela as she embraced him. Moments later she was on her knees, eying the member of a man she now considered her savior instead of her abductor. It really was a fine penis. It was every bit as handsome as its owner, As Angela playfully ran her tongue the length of John's shaft she realized that the next several months would be very happy ones indeed. Falling Through the Ice "You are healthy enough for sex, I will take that slow until your full strength returns. I won't ask for anything that you are incapable of giving." Angela stood up and turned her face to meet her abductor's eyes. "John, you are very kind and perhaps you DO deserve something aside from just my gratitude. I'll jerk you off as many times as you want. How does that sound?" John smiled and said, "I expect that as a matter of course. From the moment I cut your clothing off and saw the color return to your flesh, I have not been able to force the image of what it would be like to be inside you. I took no liberties with you while you were recovering. I was a regular Florence Nightingale. Every day I checked on you, fed you, wiped you, and gave your life back to you. All the time I was tending to you I was picturing the reward you would give me for saving you. That reward included a lot more than just hand jobs." Angela spied the earnest look upon John's face and replied. "John, Don't you understand that passion is not something that I can simply turn on at a whim?" "I'll settle it being simply mechanical at first. Once we really get to know each other our passions will grow to a powerful flame." stated John earnestly. "John, how can I say 'no' as politely as possible?" "Angela, I am politely telling you that you can NOT say no. I'm will to go slow and gently and be very patient with you but we ARE going to have sex." Angela's eyes clouded with fear and desperation. "How about a blow job? I'm really good at them. I can suck the chrome of a trailer hitch as they say." "Certainly, Angela. LATER. I am going to extend my hand now and you are going to take my hand and allow me to lead you to my bedroom. Once in my bedroom, you will strip, undress me and we will make love. I have slept alone long enough. If you need a couple of shots of vodka or a glass of wine to prepare yourself, tell me now, otherwise take my hand." Realizing that she was out of options Angela took a deep breath and replied, "Lets share some wine, John, you are asking a great deal of me. The only man I've ever had sex with is my husband. My boyfriends before him had to be content with hand jobs or blow jobs. I don't take infidelity lightly. If we share a drink and talk first it won't be quite so bad for me." Her captor nodded and said, "I can live with that, Angela. I prefer you willing but if you are not ..." John's voice trailed off, a menace left unspoken. He had Angela sit on the couch. The blonde woman wanted to run, she tried to still her pounding heart. There was nowhere to run and no way to stave off the inevitable. In a moment, John returned with two large glasses of red wine. "We can drink to many things." said John. "But let us toast to trade agreements." He clicked his glass against Angela's. She had not raised her glass. The wine was simultaneously sweet and bitter upon Angela's tongue. She stumbled for her words but at last asked, "When was the last time you had sex, John?" "Well over a year. I don't get away from the cabin much, the last trip into town I took a wad of cash, some of it went to hookers but I was able to get lucky a few times with bored housewives and adventurous college girls. None of them were as beautiful as you however." John met Angela's eyes with an intense look of desire and longing. Suddenly Angela realized that her captor was a profoundly lonely man. She filed that information away for future reference. She understood that her only hope of getting out of this cabin with her psyche intact was to play to this man's weaknesses. She could not over power him but she COULD, if given a chance, wrap him about her finger. Having sex with him was unavoidable, however, Angela hoped to mitigate the impact of that encounter and the , no doubt, many that would follow.. "He is obviously capable of being gentle." Angela told herself. "If I keep him happy he should remain that way." Angela took another look at the large powerful physique at the opposite end of the couch. She certainly did not want this man angry and forceful with her. Angela, thought of her husband Daniel and silently asked him to forgive her immanent infidelity. At length she spoke. "John. This wine is very good. Have you ever had a girlfriend?" "I never needed a girlfriend before, and now, I have you, Angela." John was almost shy as he stated that sentence, a fact that Angela noted. "What do you like best, John?" she asked solicitously. "Like most men, I think receiving oral sex is one of life's greatest pleasures. However, I also love to give oral, I love dining on pussy. Anal is nice when I can get it, but mostly, I like a good old fashioned fucking." Angela drained her glass, summoned up her every ounce of courage and declared, "John, I am still very weak but if you promise to be gentle and use a condom every time, I believe that I can accommodate you." John nodded assent to Angela's words, his eyes luminous with anticipation. Angela stood, waited for her captor to rise and extended her hand. John led her to a smallish, spartan room. A large bed dominated the landscape of the room. Several rifles locked in place hung above the bed. There was a single night stand and a bookshelf overflowing with nonfiction books. Two tasteful floor lamps illuminated the room. Above the dresser hung a large mirror. Reproductions of famous artwork hung on the walls. Angela could not help but notice the case of generic condoms and what she assumed was lubricant on the nightstand. Angela realized that she might be the very first woman to ever enter this aesthetic sanctuary. Angela now had a bit of a handle on John's personality. It would not be hard to make him fall in love with her, Angela felt supremely confident that once she had hooked John, he would soon be able to deny her nothing. A steel resolve crept into her spine. Angela turned and embraced John, she turned her face upwards, offering him her full red lips. John bent his head and kissed his captive. The intensity and earnestness of his kiss stunned Angela. She could not remember ever having been kissed as passionately. Not even Daniel was this enthusiastic when they had been making out hot and heavy when they were dating and Angela had considered him the best kisser she had ever encountered. Angela felt John's arms encircle her body and his hands gently stroke her body. The captive wife was unprepared for the confidence and power of the body wrapped about her. She had expected at least a bit of clumsiness or crassness but John seemed supremely confident. "He might be a lonely man," thought Angela, "but he is certainly a secure one." She was just completing that thought when she heard John whisper hotly in her ear "Now strip for me Angela. Strip for me and then undress me." Angela did not know what possessed her but once John ceased embracing her and stepped closer to the bed, she reached for the hem of her tee shirt. Angela did not understand why she she slowly removed the garment instead of simply whipping it off. She fully understood how that must look to John, Nor could she explain the obvious wiggle in her hips as she lowered and stepped out of the borrowed white boxers. Angela felt an unknown shiver through her body as she reached for the buttons of John's flannel shirt. As the fabric parted, Angela spied an impressive chest. John had proud pectoral muscles above a taught trim stomach that showed some nice definition. Angela wrote off her nibbling and kissing of John's nipples and tummy, as a by product of the wine. "It was after all a very large glass." Angela told herself. "Perhaps in my weakened condition the wine's effects have been multiplied." was another excuse Angela told herself. Even as she composed those excuses she bent to untie John's shoes as her eyes traveled to John's feet they froze upon the bulge in his jeans far longer than Angela intended. Angela could not understand why, while she was wishing her mind a million miles away, it seemed acutely focused on her captor's handsome features and intense gaze. Angela withdrew his socks. John's feet were large but well made. Angela knelt on the floor and gazed up at John, his large brown eyes seemed most sensitive. While still on her knees, eyeball level with the entrancing bulge, she unhitched John's belt and unbuttoned them. The length of time it took for John fly to descend seemed an eternity to Angela. Angela worked the tight jeans down and off John's well muscled legs. Like the mast of a ship, his large phallus pushed against the silk of his green boxers. Angela was screaming to herself, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" as she used her mouth to tug the boxers away from and over the bulge. John's uncircumcised penis was the largest Angela had ever seen outside of a pornographic movie. "Stop this!" she shouted to herself as her tongue began to tentatively explore John's manhood. To her horror Angela found herself taking in all of John's maleness and sliding her head back and forth. John's head tilted back in bliss as he smiled ear to ear. Angela heard his words of encouragement. For some reason she amplified her endeavors. Angela found herself responding to some inner rhythm as she worked her way over ever millimeter of John's manhood before settling in and applying herself to the task at hand. For Angela it was like all of the men before Daniel, but somehow far more intense. Never before had she been as caught up in giving head, a fact that bewildered her. Gently, John held Angela's head fast as a tidal wave of cum filled Angela's throat. The wife of another man sat dazed for a moment before old reflexes kicked in and she choked down the load. Dumbly she gazed up at John as his penis rapidly deflated. John extended his hand and helped Angela to her feet. "Excellent, Angela, excellent." Angela found herself in John's arms, their naked flesh melding, and returning his ardent kiss. Angela felt John's rough skinned but gentle hands gently stroke her body. It reminded her of the tongue of a giant kitten. He held her close and whispered in Angela's ear, "We are going to have so much fun together Angela, so much fun." Angela met John's penetrating gaze. "That's just what I am afraid of!" she told herself as she collapsed into his arms and buried her face in his strong handsome chest.