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The Book

By: EuropaSpins



Emily hadn’t really thought about anyone being there. It was too late at night and no one roamed the back of the bookshelves like she did. Peering around in the dust for a first edition or signed copy missed by Sharon, the bookstore owner. Sharon was patient with her long shopping expeditions. She was an odd woman with a glimmer in her eye that said she knew more about Emily living in a world of fantasy than Emily herself did. But then that’s the way it had always been.

It was nearly after 10:00 when Emily stumbled on the translated mythology, with drawn pictures full of satyrs, centaurs and other half human half man creatures she’d forgotten about from her days in college courses where the dull professor had droned on and on bringing no life to the subject. She studied the pages carefully, pushing her glasses back up on her nose and adjusting her long braid back over her shoulder. Sharon called out to her “Em, I’m just going to lock up, will you close the back door behind you as you go out?” 

“Sure, Sharon, I found one I think I want, can I take it home?” The owner called out her agreement and Emily bolted out the back door, the book clutched under her coat. 

She made it to her apartment in record time, fixing a quick cup of tea and then grabbing the book again. While she’d changed into her favorite silk kimono she’d found it opened up by her dresser. Puzzled she’d looked at it again, it was turned to an illustration of centaur, half horse half man. He’d been holding a woman in front of him, hand under her arms while she struggled, a minotaur bent over her nakedness grazing her breasts with a long tongue while several smaller satyrs watched the scene, their faces masks of lust. 

Emily had been shocked at the turn of the pictures. It was obviously some kind of mythological erotica. She hadn’t planned to read it but...now that she had it home she wondered what else could be there. She looked at the picture again as she picked the book up and moved to her bed. The woman’s face was an image of fear and something else, maybe arousal.

Emily’s own experience with sex had been haphazard and not very interesting. She found masturbation cured her needs for the moment. The men that surrounded her at work were pasty-faced, whining geeks. Then there was her boss, Tom, who was like one of the minotaurs in the pages...leering and overtly masculine with a face like a bull and the body of a weightlifter. He scared her in a way she couldn’t put her finger on. His son was his second in command, Robert had a longer, slimmer build but still carried the same broad chest. She thought he must look like his mother, with a long refined nose and dark compelling eyes. Amazing that Tom could have brought anyone with Roberts’s good looks into the world. They were opposites but then they were both the same, exuding dark sexuality that made Emily tremble.

The illustration called to her again, she hadn’t noticed the woman’s hair, it was long, as long as Emily kept her own...and straight and thick. The woman’s head was thrown back and she looked oddly familiar. A tickle of urgency ran down her spine. She brushed it away. What was the matter with her. Laughing at herself, she looked at the minatour and the horse-like centaur. They reminded her vaguely of Tom and Robert. The Bull and The Horse. Yes that seemed to apply

Emily turned the pages in fascination. The game with the woman continued, at one point the centaur had pulled the woman under him, intent on burying his long rod into her. The size of the creatures cock made Emily clench her thighs together. The woman’s face was stretched in pain. The minotaur looked on, stroking his own long weapon as he watched. Emily blinked and looked at the text under the drawing, the words were some Latin scramble she could make no sense of. When she looked back to the picture the minotaur seemed to have moved. He stared out of the framed picture now. Directly at her, lust in his eyes, his cock in his hand. She looked in fascination and the hand that stroked that weapon. It was huge for man. But not for a minotaur she wondered? Round and thick, nearly purple in the artists rendering and uncircumcised, something she had never seen before. Of course not, she thought. No centaur would be circumcised! It was enough to split a woman too small to accept the thickness. She felt a trickle of moisture run down her legs. Gasping, she slammed the booked shut and adjusted herself in the bed. This was too much. Her imagination was running away with her.

Emily rolled over in bed, knocking the book to the floor. Open again to another panel, another page. She reached up, thinking to turn off the reading lamp and forget about what she’d seen. She felt slightly guilty for finding it so erotic. Glancing down, she saw the drawing. It was as if it was calling to her, to pick up the book. To see what fate held for the woman with hair like hers. This time the picture was beyond anything she’d ever seen. The woman lay full length on top of the minotaur. Her face turned in a perfect 69 on top of him. Her mouth was attempting to take in the huge cock. Her thigh lift slightly to show his tongue flattened out wide, covering her from mons, nearly to her small anal entry. She stared in fascination. The woman’s eyes were closed. The minotaurs hand clenched one breast while the other attempted to bury three fingers in her tiny ass. A single tear was falling from her eye. It was the only sign of struggle. In the background the centaur watched, his own cock pulled from its sheath. He smiled a wide gleaming grin, as if he would be next. Emily turned the page, with a shaking hand. By now her legs were like lead weights. There was a burning in her belly. She wanted to touch herself but couldn’t move her hands from the pages of the book. Shifting in bed, she rocked her hips down against the mattress to ease the pressure.

In the following page the scene had changed. Emily was confused. The picture was a jumble of legs and arms. Finally she sorted out the scene. The centaur held the woman under him, belly to the ground, a look of satisfaction on his dark face while his own cock bore into her from behind. It made no sense to Emily, seeing the minotaur on the ground under the two, flat on his back on a bed of ferns, his long tongue wrapped around one nipple as he raised up under the naked victim. But his bull-size cock was disappearing into the woman's’ stretched cunt. It was obvious, the labia parted around him, the clitoris, wet and glittering like a pearl. Then Emily realized that the horse like centaur was buried in the woman’s ass. She was taking them both. Both of them into her, with those huge very human-like cocks breaking her apart. Emily looked at the woman’s face...it was a contrast of pain and pleasure. She looked again where the minotaur buried himself to the hilt, his hips raised up. Fingers slipping toward the woman’s sex to rub her. Emily blinked again and rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t seen that before. He hadn’t been touching her...frantic she flipped the page back to see if the other picture was there. Was it a new drawing? But no, THIS time the minotaurs tongue was curled around the nipple on the other side. His fingers obviously were pulling hard on his victim’s clitoris. The centaur was pulled nearly out of her ass, his cock longer and more full and round than before. Emily turned the page quickly. Thinking she was dreaming, or sleepy or slowly losing her mind. Pictures didn’t change like this, something was wrong. She tried to ignore the ready wetness that was between her thighs, still wanting to touch but needing to see the rest of the story.

New players entered the next scene, a group of fawns, smaller than the centaur, there were three of them surrounding the woman, one held her up onto his gleaming cock while another attempted to drive into her cunt from in front of him. The other stood to the side, stroking himself, prepared to take her mouth. Emily slapped her hand against the page, ready to toss the book across the room. When she saw the centaur and minataur looking at her from the page, their eyes full of malice and lust, both laughing, cocks in their human hands. Taunting her.

She turned the page slowly, thinking on the resemblance to humans. She often saw a similar look in Roberts’s eye when she asked him a question; as if he were assessing her and finding her lacking. 

She turned the page wincing, expecting more carnage of the female. But this time the scene had changed. Once again the centaur held the woman up, nearly above his head, her legs spread wide, his own tongue lapping at her sex, but the minotaur stood behind her, helping to support her weight, spreading her ass open and driving his tongue into it, obviously easing her from the earlier pain. Each man/animals eyes were closed, concentrating on his task. The woman’s hair fell back and her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as she moaned. This she was enjoying, Emily could tell. How could she not, tongues the size of small cocks and long finger sliding into her. She looked again. She had not seen their fingers before. They were penetrating the woman’s sex and ass with not two but three fingers each, spreading her open. Emily started slightly in horror. She closed her eyes slowly and opening them. The centaur stared up at her from the woman’s cunt, his eyes dancing. Four fingers now pushed in from his large hand, his tongue flattened out to press against the woman’s clit. He seemed to be saying to her “There is always more.”

Emily slapped the page down, pushing to the far back of the heavy book. Thinking to find something else, anything else. The burning in her cunt was continuing. She was caught between wanted to be THAT woman. To be split apart by those two cocks and hands and tongues and wanting to hide from what she wanted. The last page fell open on the bed, her hands shaking she reached out to touch it, her fingers sliding along the page. 

The fawns watched from the background as the centaur and minotaur plowed into the woman’s cunt and mouth. She was on her knees half under the centaur, his cock distended holding her open, dripping while the minatar plowed into her mouth, holding her by her hair pushing past her lips. Semen dripped from her chin and her throat appeared to be moving, trying to gulp. Emily moaned slightly and moved. When she studied the centaur closely she could see he too pumped his fluid into the woman, it ran down her parted thighs. Both of the creatures’ heads were thrown back, reveling in the feeling. Male mating triumph on their faces. 

Emily’s hand slipped between her legs, feeling the slick wetness there. She shivered, bringing her finger back to taste. She had never been that wet before. No lover had ever brought her to that state. She looked at the page again. The picture had again changed. Now they both stood cocks enraged, full of blood and straining from their animal bodies. The centaurs’ hand extended toward her, his eyes full of invitation and gleaming with lust. The minotar stared at her, even white teeth smiled out of the page, his hand also reaching out. It was as if they wanted her. As if they knew. Emily pulled her finger from her lips in a daze, her skin was on fire. Not thinking, just following instinct she touched that finger to page, where those two hands nearly met. It was warm, her other fingertips began to tingle and she rested them on the page, covering both the creatures beckoning gestures. She felt heat emanating and then pulsing...like human skin. Her ears began to ring and then she felt herself tumbling forward, falling...

The Book



I was attending a soiree with my wife, Clare (soiree: a fancy term for a late happy hour amongst the intelligentsia and I was happy because I had a very nice scotch, neat, in my hand). Anyway, I was sitting quietly in a corner watching my wife and others in the room. She was talking animatedly with her mentor and friend, Professor Randy Holcomb. Her hand motions were subdued by the fact she had a martini in one hand but I could tell she was trying to get some point across to the professor. To me he was a smarmy type and a womanizer but I'd never mentioned my personal dislike of the man to her because I knew I'd just get a lot of flack back in return. She thought the professor could do no wrong. 

Clare was a wanna-be best selling author. She had written a couple of short romance stories, that had been published, and she's received good reviews on them. For the last two years she had been concentrating on a historical romance novel and had been doing extensive research into the time period for the setting of her story line including political, social, economic and geographical facts and issues. She had commenced the actual writing of her book about three months ago as a full time author and I'd been supportive of her efforts, both financially and emotionally. She thought she'd have enough done of her book to submit to a publisher for review in the next month or so.

She still did some research on the book; going to the library a couple of days a week and meeting weekly with the professor. I wasn't happy with the time she was away, especially with him, but I felt I had to trust her without confrontation.

My name is Jim Mitchell, I'm 36 and work for a consulting engineering firm in the area. I'm not the greatest looking guy; slightly balding but I work out and run so I'm in pretty good shape physically. I was reasonably well paid and had my professional engineers ticket so I had no job security issues. 

Clare is 34, fairly tall, slim and reasonably attractive, certainly not voluptuous. I thought her picture on the fly leaf of the book dust cover would certainly aid its sale, but I could be prejudiced. She had all the attributes I'd always wanted in a wife: nice to look at smart, confident and loving. Although the loving had fallen off a bit of late and I attributed it to the long hours she put in on her novel. She had never offered it to me to read, she'd been giving it to her 'mentor' to read instead. As a professor of English Literature I figured he was a better judge of its worthiness than me but it still rankled nevertheless. 

Clare and I had discussed having children and she had agreed that she wanted them some day but she wanted to be established as an author first so I was patiently waiting for the novel to be finished but I was beginning to have misgivings about time marching on and no end in sight. I hoped that when this novel was done she'd be ready to start as, obviously, her biological clock was ticking down. We were both only children and our parents were getting anxious because there were no grandchildren in sight yet. If it took another two or three years before she's ready to have children they may never be grand parents I thought.

The event this evening was being hosted by the dean of the school of arts and I was here strictly for Clare. I didn't mind these things but they weren't my favorite events. I'd had to take English Lit. as an elective in freshman college, but pre-engineering subjects had taken priority over that subject and I'm afraid I hadn't absorbed much; just enough to get a C. The talk here, as usual, centered around the latest book and the hottest new author which weren't high on my list for personal entertainment. I knew enough from listening to Clare but I was way out of my depth in these surroundings.

When we'd first arrived I'd made the rounds with Clare and shaken hands with most of the twenty or so people here. As I said before, I was now sitting quietly in a corner with my scotch watching the activity in the room and enjoying the sight of my wife amongst her peers and thinking, what a glorious thing it would be if her novel became a best seller. Whereas, she had two small books to her credit she could meet and converse with the people here as an almost equal, but a best seller would put her far above them and she could revel in their envy and jealousy. She was not normally a very forward person but she was human and admiration from her peers would go a long way to give her confidence in herself and her abilities. I grinned to myself as I thought of all the work she'd put into it and all the possibilities and scenarios that could arise if her novel went all the way.

Just then I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Mrs. Holcomb, the professor's wife bearing down on me. I inwardly groaned as I'd hoped I could sit quietly without interacting with anyone but it appeared that was not to be. Mrs. Holcomb was a matronly type whom I'd talked to briefly a few times but I didn't know her well.

"Jim, I noticed you sitting here by yourself and I told myself that this would never do to have a man enjoy himself at one of these get-togethers. It would give these affairs a bad name." she joked as she sat down in a chair next to mine.

"You caught me Mrs. Holcomb. Can I get you a drink?"

"Call me Jean and I can't take alcohol but I see you're enjoying yours."

"A little scotch keeps the flies away Jean, I always say."

"So what do you think about your wife's book. Randy says he thinks its going to be a best seller for sure. I think he's a little jealous."

"It hasn't been offered to me for reading so I guess I can't comment on quality of the writing or its content."

"Well, I haven't read it either but Randy is impressed." Doesn't your wife even discuss the book with you?"

"Nary a word. I'm beginning to think she doesn't think I'd have anything to say about it that she wants to hear about. However, I'm very proud of her for tackling a novel and by what you tell me doing very well at it."

All this time I'd been watching Clare and the professor still talking on the other side of the room. They'd been talking together for some time now. As I continued to watch; they seemed to reach an agreement and Clare looked around the room; I assumed looking for me, and when she spotted me she started to wave and then she must have spotted Jean next to me. With what I could interpret as an alarmed look she turned back to the professor and said something to him. He looked in our direction and he too looked strangely at us then they both hurried our way without a word between them. As they neared us I was wondering what they might be alarmed about.

Jean must have been watching them too because she commented on their actions.

"It seems we must have done something our spouses are concerned about."

"It appears that way. Jokingly I added, "Maybe they think we're planning an affair."

Jean smiled weakly at my inept comment.

Reaching us our spouses immediately began a nervous dialog with us.

"Hey you two, what are you planning?"

"See, I told you." I laughed at Jean.

"Told her what?" Clare asked.

"I told her that I bet you two thought we were planning an affair." I grinned at them.

Both Randy and my wife seemed to turn a little pale but Randy recovered first.

"Well, it did look a little suspicious over here and we wanted to make sure you two behaved yourselves." he chuckled with a grimace.

Jean asked, "Have you solved all the problems with Clare's book? It looked like you must have talked it to death over there."

"Oh yes." Randy responded. "However, Clare's book doesn't have too many problems. She's on the right tract with it and should get a good response when its published. We're done talking about it now." We chatted together nervously for a few more minutes and then the professor said to Jean "I suggest we circulate for a little while dear and leave these two to themselves. I have a busy day tomorrow." 

As she rose, Jean turned to me and said, "Thanks for the conversation, Jim, we'll do it again sometime."

"Fine Jean, it was a pleasure." I responded as I turned to Clare who was still standing quietly.

"Would you like to circulate too or are you ready to go?" I asked.

"I guess we can go now. Its been a long day and I'm tired."

I got up and after saying goodbye to the host and hostess, we headed home.

On the way home Clare was quiet as I drove and it gave me time to reflect on the reaction she and the professor had shown when they saw Jean and I talking together. Normally, it would never have crossed my mind that I couldn't trust Clare but something didn't seem right and I wondered if further conversation with Jean might turn up something. I decided to follow up on it the following week.

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It was Wednesday morning before I was able to get through a bunch of problems at work and call Jean to make an appointment for lunch. She seemed to feel that there was something that was odd about our spouses reaction to our encounter the other evening and readily agreed to meet me for lunch the next day to talk about it. 

We met at O'Charlie's out by the interstate as a place we would less likely run into our spouses or anyone knowing us. We had lunch first and then began talking:

"You must have some concerns to have called for this meeting." she told me.

"I guess I do, but I'm not sure how to proceed."

"Well, I have some concerns also and they are stronger than yours. That's why I agreed to this meeting."

She went on to explain, "I caught my husband in an affair with a graduate student a couple of years ago and he swore that he would never do it again. I think he'd been involved with other students before that but I had no proof. This time I will get proof if he's involved with your wife and I'll take him to the cleaners. What I'd like to suggest is that we hire a private investigator and share the cost. I've checked and it can be terribly expensive and by sharing we can find out whether anything is going on. I further suggest that we have the investigator monitor my husband only. If he's not having an affair with your wife but someone else or not at all I will pay the cost myself. If your wife is involved we share the cost. Does that sound fair?"

I thought for a moment.

"Yes, I can go along with that. When do you want to do it?"

"Right away. Do you have time this afternoon at three? I have an appointment with an investigator who was recommended by a friend who had a similar problem."

"OK, give me the address and I'll meet you. I need to get back to work now."

That afternoon at three we met at the investigators office, explained to him what we wanted, gave him the necessary details on our spouses and Jean left him a deposit to start. He told us he would report to Jean on a weekly basis unless he needed to contact her sooner. As we left his office we both took a deep breathe sighed. We were committed and now we had to sit back and wait. That was going to be the second hardest thing we would be doing. The hardest would be acting normal around our spouses.

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The week dragged on and I waited to hear from Jean, knowing that it would most likely take the full week before we heard anything as I tried to keep from confronting Clare with my suspicions. She acted her as normal, loving wife except our sex life continued at a low frequency. As before, when she appeared to be ready for sex, I had a hard time building up the passion and libido that was required to perform.

Finally, Jean called on the following Wednesday and invited me to go down to the investigators office for his first report. On entering his office he waved us to a seat and pulled a report from a stack of others on his desk.

"I know you're anxious to hear what we've been able to determine about Professor Holcomb's activities and I'm sorry to report that your suspicions are correct. Professor Holcomb is having an affair with another woman. We followed him to the Best Western motel in Ginsberg on Thursday and again yesterday and met a young woman there. They entered a different room each time but it was the same woman both times. I have pictures here of them going into and out of the rooms."

He slid the photos across his desk to us and I picked up one with a shaking hand. Looking at it I saw the professor coming out of a motel room behind a woman who was turned looking back at him. I couldn't make out her face but her height and hair color and styling were similar to Clare's. Grabbing another photo the woman was looking in the direction of the camera and I realized it wasn't Clare but looked like a younger woman. With a sigh of relief I leaned back in my chair. I must have been extremely tense because my body just seem to sag in repose and my head hung down momentarily in release from the anxiety I'd been carrying for over a week.

Lifting my head I looked at Jean as she was going through the photos one at a time in a determined, grim silence. When she had finished perusing them all she turned to the investigator.

"Can you get proof that they're actually fornicating in that room?"

"Well, we could probably get pictures but you couldn't use them as proof of adultery in a court of law since it would be violating their privacy. If they did it in your home you could use pictures taken there. You husband may realize that and avoid taking her there. Why don't you talk to a lawyer who specializes in divorce and get his recommendations."

"I think I'll do that. Please keep up the surveillance until I ask you to stop." Jean said as she gathered up the pictures and stood up to leave.

We exited the investigators office and headed toward our cars without talking for a few minutes. "I'm going to send you a check for half this weeks surveillance." I told her.

"You don't have to do that."

"I'm so very sorry for what you found that your husband was probably being unfaithful but I discovered that he wasn't doing it with my wife. That is worth a lot to me and helping pay for it is cheap at any price. So, I'll cut a check and mail it to you."

"Well, thank you very much. I appreciate it."

We parted then and I headed home. It was only after I'd been driving for a few minutes that it came to me: Why did the professor and Clare find it so disconcerting at the soiree that Jean and I were talking together? We still haven't solved that puzzle and there must still be something that we don't know about. Maybe Clare could be having an affair with the professor but a weeks surveillance hadn't caught them yet. I was suddenly glad Jean had instructed the investigator to continue his surveillance. I'd better give her a call and let her know what I was thinking so she doesn't terminate the effort without telling me. It was strange that in all my conversations with Jean we had never stumbled on anything that would remotely indicate a common factor that would show any indiscretions on the part of Clare.

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Another week went by and we were meeting with the investigator again. This time there there were essentially the same pictures again with the same girl. The investigator had found out she was another graduate student and Jean decided to go ahead and pursue a divorce based on irreconcilable difference as her lawyer told her we lived in a no-fault state so finding proof of adultery wouldn't influence the outcome of the court action. There would be a 50/50 split of marital assets, he would pay alimony since Jean didn't work but no child support since their children we adults. I wrote her a check for half the cost of the surveillance and we parted. I still hadn't determined why our spouses had acted so upset at the soiree but I was satisfied now that Clare wasn't having an affair with the professor, but what was going on. I had tio find out and hiring investigators to monitor a spouse was expensive. So, maybe I should do some surveillance of my own. I'd have to think about it.

Our sex life had slowed down considerably of late and I thought if things were normal and I didn't suspect she was playing around I'd have commented on it to her. I decided to say something that would not get her suspicious that I was having trust issues with her but may expand a guilty conscience, if she had one. That evening after dinner I brought up my concerns.

"Honey, are you having a problem? Are you feeling alright?" I asked her.

"I feel fine. Why do you ask." she responded with a frown of mild annoyance.

"Since you have been giving me a lot of excuses for not wanting to make love for the last while and I was thinking you might not be feeling well. Should you be seeing a doctor?" She turned a little pale for a second and I felt a little elation that I was getting to her conscience.

"No, I feel fine I told you. I hadn't noticed that I was avoiding you. I'll try to do better about being there for you but I put so much effort into the book to get something ready to send to the publisher that I just can't concentrate on anything else lately."

"I understand honey, you know how much I love you and am so proud of you that I worry about you. Love making is supposed to be good for relaxation and I'm always ready to help you relax." I grinned at her. 

She smiled slightly back at me as she responded, "We'll see." and then came over and kissed me lightly on the lips. Taking my hand she led me into our bedroom and proceeded to get undressed.

I watched her for a minute and began to get undressed also. It was surreal in that my libido was certainly aroused but I didn't get the feeling that her heart was in it as we made love. She just seemed to be doing this to please me or more precisely to keep me quiet and to assuage her conscience. I may have given her an orgasm but I wasn't sure. She made all the correct responses as though I had but when we were through I didn't get the feeling that she had been satisfied. It left a hollow feeling in my chest. After I got off her she went into the bathroom to clean herself and then she came back, said, "Good night honey." and laid down with her back to me. There was no cuddling like we used to do after sex and I knew that things had changed.

The next morning I left the house for work at the normal time with Clare still in bed. Once away from the house I stopped the car and called my office on my cell to let them know I wouldn't be in that day and then headed to a rental car agency nearby. This was the day that Clare usually went to the library to continue her research. Picking up a rental I went back to our street and parked where I could watch our house from a distance. About 9 o'clock I saw Clare back out of the garage and head away from me in the direction of the university library. I fell in at a discrete distance behind her.

She drove straight to the library and as I was parking she'd left her car and entered the building. I was a few minutes behind her but I knew where she did most of her research and I found her there setting up for a review of some microfiche material. Staying hidden behind a nearby stack I could keep an eye on her as I pretended to be interested in a large reference book. It was half an hour later that Clare was joined by another woman and when Clare saw her she stood up and they embraced. What surprised me; they kissed lightly on the lips in greeting. I was now totally confused but I continued watching. As Clare resumed her seat at the microfiche machine and the other woman got a book out of her carry-all bag and began reading as though she were just biding her time.

Clare kept working for another hour before she started to make signs she was finished for the day and began gathering up het notes and personal items. I'd had to go to the toilet once, fearful they'd leave while I was gone, but the timing was right and I didn't miss anything. As she got up in preparation to leave the other woman was getting ready to go too. Before leaving they kissed again and holding hands they left the building. When they reached the parking lot they split up and went to their respective cars. I lingered at the back of the lot until they began to move and then I slipped in behind them as they both headed in the same direction which was opposite to heading for our home. They didn't seem to notice me as I followed them since I kept a respectful distance behind them. Traffic was light and there were few stop lights but we were not going in the direction of our home. It was about twenty minutes later that they pulled into an apartment complex and parked. After exiting their cars they headed into one of the buildings and I settled down to wait.




The Book



It was about two hours later that I saw Clare come out of the apartment, get back into her car and leave the parking lot. I followed her again until I was sure she was headed home then I went to get something to eat and think about what I'd seen.

What was going on? Who was that woman? Was Clare having a lesbian affair with her? Finally, how do I get the answers to my questions? My thinking was a little confused as I ate but it came down to, should I hire the investigator to get the answers or do it myself? Finally, I decided I would try and get some information myself so after finishing my lunch I went to a nearby Radio Shack and bought three battery operated, sound activated micro audio recorders. They were fairly expensive but I figured cheaper then an investigator. By the time I had my purchases it was close to my normal time to get home from work so I headed for the rental car lot and retrieved my own car.

Getting home Clare was there to greet me with a seeming loving kiss and a hug.

"Honey, get cleaned up and make your drink. Dinner will be ready in about half an hour." she told me as she headed back into the kitchen.

After making my drink I went into the kitchen.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"It was fine. I got quite a bit of work done at the library this morning and I worked on the book this afternoon. Just the usual I guess."

"Hear from anyone? Did you hear from your mother about them coming down for a visit?" 

"No, it was a quiet day. Didn't talk with anyone."

If I didn't know better I would have accepted what she told me without question. She never blinked when talking and telling me the lies. I thought how I would trust her with my life in the past but now that trust may be gone. Our whole marriage now seemed to be built on lies and possible adultery, even if it was with a woman. I went back out into the living room before I said something. When I confronted her I wanted all my facts in place.

"How was your day?" She asked coming into the living room.

"Just the usual. I was out of the office most of the day working on a project."

I mentioned that in case she'd called the office looking for me.

"Dinner is ready now if you care to sit down."

While we were eating she informed me she would be meeting with Professor Holcomb in his office the next day to discuss the latest chapter in her book. She was almost ready to send off the package to the publisher and she was getting excited. I just nodded and mentioned that I was keeping my fingers crossed for her.

After dinner I cleared up the dishes and the kitchen while she went into her den to work on her book. When I finished I took one of the mini audio recorders out to the garage and installed it under the drivers seat of her car. I made sure it was hidden but easy to get at. Then I took another recorder and installed it in the lining of her purse. The held back the third recorder to install it in her den in case she made calls from there. I watched TV after that until about ten and knocked on hthe door of her den.

"Honey, I'm going to bed to read awhile. Are you coming soon?"

"I'd like to finish this chapter so I have it to take to Professor Holcomb tomorrow so I may be awhile. I'll join you as soon as I can."

"OK." I responded and went to bed. I read for awhile but couldn't stay awake as I drifted off into dreamland. I don't know what time she got in the bed as I was sound asleep. 

The next morning when I left the house for work she was still sleeping soundly. I was going to let the recorders do the surveillance for me now so I didn't have to take time away from my job for awhile. 

When I got home that evening I waited until after dinner and she had gone into her den before I went out to the garage and checked the recorder in her car. I wasn't surprised that it was essentially blank as far as conversation was concerned. Next, I found her purse and checked the recorder I'd hidden inside with the help of some earphones. Again, nothing of any consequence as I listened to her conversation with Professor Holcomb about her book. There didn't seem to be any interest of anything else between them. So I reset it and replaced it. I would have to wait to check the recorder in her den. That evening was a repeat of the previous evening and I ended it by going to bed by myself again.

The following morning I was awake early and slipped into her den to retrieve the last recorder in her den. This one did have an interesting but brief one-sided conversation to listen to:

First, I heard dialing, which meant Clare was calling out.

"Hi, its me." I heard my wife say. "Are we still go for tomorrow"

I couldn't hear the voice on the other end very well but it sounded like a woman. "Yes, I'm looking forward to it also. I'm getting a little worried though. Jim is acting a little funny. I'm wondering if he suspects something."

"No. I'm not going to leave him yet, thanks for the offer though. I need to get this part of the book into a publisher and get a commitment from them before I do anything about leaving him. I need his support a little while longer. I'll be glad when we can be together full time. These twice a week trysts are barely adequate to hold me. I'm glad I'll be able to see you tomorrow for a few hours. Its been hard trying to be intimate with Jim just to keep him satisfied a little longer. I really don't enjoy it as much as being with you.

"Ok, I love you too. See you tomorrow at the library."

I was stunned. Here it was all laid out for me what she was doing and what her plans were. I thought I'd loved this woman and she loved me in return. Now it appears she's just using me to feed, clothe and house her while she writes her book and indulges in a lesbian affair. How little I knew this woman after all the years we'd been married. I hurriedly reset the recorder and hid it again then left for work quite shaken with the revelations of her treachery.

At work I was in a fog for about an hour and then decided I needed to seek some unbiased advice on how to proceed with my marriage. Obviously, it was doomed to the divorce court but I needed to protect myself financially before it occurred. I got the name of a divorce lawyer from a friend who'd just been through a hard fought divorce and called and made an appointment for the next morning. I wanted to listen to the recorders again and see if I could pick up more data to give to the lawyer.

That evening I found out that the recorder from her purse provided the ultimate reason for divorce. The tape started briefly at the library it seemed.

"All right I'm almost done here. I just have to pack uop and we can head for your apartment. God, I need you so much!" I heard Clare say.

Another woman's voice answered. 

"Let's hurry; its getting late and you want to be home on time."

It was quiet then until it started again. They must have been at the other woman's apartment.

"Hurry, get those cloths off. I need your tongue in me really bad." It sounded like Clare.

It was quiet again then suddemly.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum. Don't stop! Don't stop! OOOooooo."

"Let me do you now, then you can fuck me with the strap-on."

It went on this way for quite awhile, then stopped as they were obviously getting dressed and then silence. I figured I had enough information so I didn't rehide the recorders. Instead I made three copies of the appropriate contents. Two sets I hid in my briefcase and the third I packaged to take to the lawyer.

I went up to bed without notifying Clare that I was doing so. This was not my usual practice and it might alert her that there was a problem, but I didn't care anymore. I would wait until I talked with the lawyer tomorrow before confronting Clare. I didn't get to sleep right away and as I lay there I wondered how Jean Holcomb was doing toward getting her divorce. That episode at the soiree has certainly been eye opening, but I was still confused as to why an affair between Clare and the professor hasn't been discovered. I fell asleep again before Clare came to bed.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The next morning I checked in at work and after talking with my boss I took off for the lawyers. His secretary ushered me into his office immediately on arrival and I spent about fifteen minutes outlining the situation with my wife. I also let him listen to my tapes of her conversations with her lover. When I was finished he asked me a few questions:

"This book you're wife has been working on; do you know whether it will sell?"

"I have never read it but my wife has been collaborating with Professor Holcomb in the English department at the university on it and I understand that he is quite enthused about it. She is in the process of sending off a few of her early chapters and an outline of the story line to a publisher and I guess that will give her an idea whether she will have a book that will sell."

"Have you been her sole support while she's been working on it?"

"Yes, she gave up a good job a couple of years back to work on the book full time and I've been providing 100% of her support, financially, and I thought emotionally until now, during that time.

"What do you want out of this? Are you seeking a divorce, separation or do you see a reconciliation after some time of counseling?"

"I'm going for a divorce and I'd like to make it as difficult for her as possible after listening to what she told her lover. I've thought about destroying her book by trashing her PC and all her research notes."

"I would recommend against that. In my mind it could give you a good feeling when you're done but you could be missing out on an opportunity to extract a greater revenge."

What do you mean?" I asked.

"If the book has a good chance of selling, even being a best seller, you could be in a position to claim half of her earnings from its sale in a divorce. I think that would provide a considerable amount of revenge and be highly profitable to you. If you destroyed her work to date she could replace it all in a few months and you wouldn't get anything out of it."

"That is certainly worth thinking about but maybe not as fulfilling for a revenge."

"Well, you have to consider that this could be worth several hundreds of thousands of dollars to you. Whereas, she could recoup her position in the novel in less than six months and you could end up with very little from it."

"What do you suggest?"

"I would recommend you wait and see what the reaction is to her book from the publisher. If she asks for and receives an advance from the publisher it's a sign they see that the book has a big potential. If the advance is sizeable she may move in with her lover right away. If she does you can proceed with the divorce action then. This is a no-fault state so we will use irreconcilable differences as grounds and we will sue for a share of the book's return. You can use adultery as cause but it won't affect the outcome and will probably be a lot more expensive." If sale of the book provides her with an income, you probably won't have to pay alimony. Also, you say she had a good-paying job before she quit to work on her book. That will work in your favor also in regards to alimony."

"It seems that I have a lot to think about. Can you give me a day to mull it over and then get back to you?"

"No problem. Just give me a call and let me know."

I left the lawyer's office and went back to work. I didn't get much done the rest of the day thinking about my options. I really wanted to stick it to her somehow that would really hurt her for using me, but I didn't want to jeopardize getting a financial share of her book sales. Then I remembered something about Clare's parents. They were fundamental Christians and wouldn't take kindly to their daughter having a lesbian affair and committing adultery. If there were someway to capitalize on that for revenge it could give me a great deal of satisfaction after this was all done. An idea was forming in my mind. On the way home from work I stopped at Radio Shack again and purchased another item for surveillance.

Back home Clare and I had the dinner she'd prepared. She told me she would be mailing off the package for the publisher the next day but didn't expect a response for at least a month. She also mentioned that she'd heard that Professor Holcomb's wife was divorcing him because she'd caught him with another woman and it was going to be very costly for him. I smiled to myself and made a comment that I could see Clare didn't like.

"That's what happens when you play around. I know I'd want to get some pay-back if that happened to me."

She paled and quickly regrouped.

"Why do you think it would happen to you? Do you think I might play around on you?" she boldly asked.

"Now honey, I know you're as faithful as any wife can be. Its just that spouses cheating on one another get my goat and I get all riled up. You know I'm sure you'd never do that to me and I'd never do it to you."

She quickly changed the subject. 

"Don't forget this is garbage night and there are a couple of bags of stuff in the garage that need to be sorted for recycling."

"OK, I'll take care of it."

She then disappeared in her study and I didn't see her again that night.

While she was in her study I installed the motion activated mini cam and a recorder with a large memory capacity I'd bought at Radio Shack that day in our bedroom. I tied it into the house wiring so I wouldn't have to worry about changing batteries. It also had audio capability. It worked fine when I checked it out but left it turned off until a could put the second part of my plan in motion.

The next morning I was up and away before she woke and had breakfast at Denny's. When I got to work I called the lawyer and told him to hold off on the divorce until we found out whether the book was going to be published. He told me that was the smart thing to do.

That evening I told Clare that I was leaving on a three day business trip the following week. Later when I listened to the voice recorders I heard her tell her lover, whose name was Eileen Carter and she was a divorcee I'd found out, about my business trip. She suggested that Eileen should plan to come over and spend the three days at our house and they could live together while she continued to work on her book. Eileen agreed and the second part of my plan fell into place.

The following week I packed my bags and took off for my business trip but it was just a short drive to a town forty miles away where I holed up in a motel with a good restaurant. Before I'd left I'd talked to my boss and secretary about being away a few days and if my wife called just tell her I was out of town. They seemed to know something was wrong in my marriage but agreed to go along with me. I called Clare every night on my cell to keep her from getting suspicious and just hung close to my hotel room as I didn't want to take a chance, though remote, that I'd run into someone who knew me. It was a boring three days.

At the end of the three days I went home and acted as though I'd just been on the other side of the country. Clare was there waiting with dinner ready when I got home. After a sisterly kiss from her I asked about her book.

"Have you heard anything about your book?"

"Oh no, its much too early. They've just barely received it. I would think another two to four weeks at least before I hear anything."

"Are you excited?"

"Heavens yes. I can barely sleep at night wondering how its going to be received. I've tried to get in touch with Professor Holcomb but he isn't taking any calls. I wanted to talk with him about some questions I have but I guess between his wife and the university, he must have a lot of things on his mind."

"What's the university after him for?" I asked.

"I heard it was because the other woman he was seeing was an undergraduate and the university has a very strict policy about staff fraternizing with undergraduates. He might get fired and I'd hate to see that."

"I think he deserves everything he gets." I told her.

"Aren't you being a little cruel?" she asked with a pout.

"I've told you my position on cheaters. There's no compassion in me when it comes to adultery." I told her with a hard stare.

She looked a little shaken but continued never-the-less.

"Well, if one partner can't provide for the other partner's needs I think he or she should have the right to fill those needs elsewhere."

"Do you really believe that? What about the marriage vows to forsake all others? What about talking with the other partner to see if something can be done? What about counseling before running off to someone else? As long as we're on the subject, can you tell me whether I'm filling your needs?"

Before responding she hesitated before responding with a sad expression.

"Jim, you satisfy me more than any man can."

Then she turned and walked into her study and shut the door. I didn't want to push her further as I wasn't ready to confront her yet so I didn't say anything more. I may have gotten to her, I didn't know. I didn't think it made any difference now anyway.

I checked the recorder for the mini-cam and sure enough I'd caught them in our bed as I'd hoped. The talk was similar to the previous conversations I'd heard so now I could sit back and wait.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

For the next three weeks we entered a period of wait and see. Everything was hanging waiting for word on the book. We just seemed to co-exist together; each doing there own thing. We had sex a couple of times but I got the feeling it was just a mercy-fuck and it was hard to perform with that thought in mind.

Finally, I got home from work one day and Clare was all excited.

"Guess what? I got a call from the publishers today. They really like my book and they're sending me an advance of $25,000. I'm so excited. They also recommended I get an agent and gave me the names of a couple that they'd worked with before. I've been on the phone all afternoon talking to them and I think I found one I like."

"That's good honey. I'm real happy for you. You've worked hard on it and you deserve some pay-back. Do you want to go out to dinner tonight to celebrate?"

"I was going to suggest that. Let me go get changed."

We went out to one of the better restaurants in town and then went back home and had sex. She seemed to be into it a little more than normal and I was pleasantly exhausted when we finished by spooning and falling asleep together. My last waking thought was to call the lawyer in the morning and getting the ball rolling on the divorce. When she got that advance check in her hand I knew I'd be history.

The next morning at work I placed a call to the lawyer and he said he'd have the papers ready that day and file the next day. She'd be served the day after that. Before leaving the house that morning I ran a few DVDs of Clare and her lover in our bed and sent one over to the lawyer. I was going to wait a little before doing anything else with the others.

A couple of days later I took the day off to make the necessary adjustments to our mutual bank accounts, credit cards, finances, insurance, retirement and my will and retirement plans. Clare was still sleeping after another late night on her book when I left the house. She was supposed to be home all day and would be served there sometime in the morning. The papers were for a divorce based on irreconcilable differences and a 50/50 split of all assets, including future earnings from her book. At my request the package of papers included a photo taken from the DVD of her in bed with her lover. I wanted her to understand why I was seeking a divorce when she received it.

It was about 11:00AM that I received a call from her. She sounded very calm.

"I see you found me out. Your package arrived Jim and I'm sorry our marriage had to end like this. I'll be seeing a lawyer and I'm going to fight you on having a share of my book. I'll also be moved out of here by the time you get home from work."




The Book



"My lawyer tells me I have a very good chance of getting a share of the book, but you can talk to your lawyer about it. Goodbye Clare, I guess all future contacts should be with our lawyers so have a good life."

I hung up before she could respond. Now, I had one more thing to do and that would be after the divorce was granted. That would be to send a copy of the DVD to her parents. It was just a little token of a revenge in addition to any monetary gain I hoped to realize from her book.

EPILOGUE

It took about six months for our divorce to be finalized. There was much negotiation between the lawyers but I finally got 40% of her book earnings since I had financed and supported her during much of her research and writing. Eventually, I received over a quarter million dollars for my share since the book went to the best seller list and was even rated top seller for a month.

Professor Holcomb was taken to the cleaners by his wife and even though he was tenured the university made him resign or they would make his indiscretion public. He acquiesced and resigned.

It was a year after the divorce and he was having lunch by myself in a local restaurant when heard a familiar voice.

"Can I join you?"

I looked up to see Clare standing there looking at me expectantly. She looked very attractive and well dressed. Just as I would expect a best selling artist to look. Standing up I invited her to sit down.

"How are you doing Clare? Its been awhile and you look very nice."

"I'm doing quite well. I'm working on a new novel." and she added with a smirk. "And I don't plan to share any of it with you this time."

Laughing, I responded, "I'm sure it will be a great success."

It was funny that I could be relaxed with my ex-wife now that the emotional turmoil that had been part of our divorce was long past.

"So how have you been doing? Anyone new that has a romantic interest in your life?"

"No, just the occasional date but nothing serious. I'm in no hurry to jump back into the fire again. How about yourself?"

She paled a little at my remark but continued with a smile.

"I'm alone, like you, no romantic interests."

"What happened to Eileen? I thought she and homosexuality were your thing."

She seemed a little reluctant to answer me but after a pause she acknowledged something to me. "My affair with Eileen only lasted a few months and the newness and excitement seemed to wear off and we split up. I haven't been with another woman since. I'll have to admit that when I look back on it I realize what I'd given up when we split and I'm really sorry about the whole thing."

"I guess I've had my regrets to but trust is so easily lost and so hard to regain."

"I think I'm still mad at you for sending that DVD to my parents though. They are just coming around now to talking to me again."

I guess I just wanted some revenge for the way you were playing me."

"I've often wondered." she said. "How did you discover my indiscretion with Eileen? Its bothered me quite a bit because I tried to keep you from finding out until after the book was a reality."

I thought back a moment to recall that moment when I first suspected something and I still felt puzzled about it as I responded.

"Do you remember that soiree at the dean's home? I believe it was during the Christmas holidays a couple of years ago."

"Yes, I remember, but I don't recall anything that I did there that involved Eileen."

I then went on to tell her about my feelings about the professor being a womanizer, talking with the professors wife, Jean, and her and the professor's reaction to seeing us talking together. This reaction coupled with fact that Jean had already caught the professor in an earlier affair had raised our suspicions that something of a more sexual nature than mentoring for a book was involved in their reaction at seeing us together. How we had thought that you didn't want us talking together for some reason.

Clare looked aghast before responding.

"As I recall we reacted that way because Randy and I been talking for some time and we'd forgotten about you two. It was because we suddenly had a very guilty conscience about neglecting you. We weren't involved together and certainly not worried about your talking together."

"Anyway," I told her, "Because we misinterpreted that reaction, we went and hired an investigator who discovered the professor's affair with the student, but never found that you and he were involved. Subsequently, because I was still suspicious, I hid some mini audio recorders around and caught your dalliance with Eileen. So it was your and the professor's innocent response at seeing Jean and I talking together that led to the discovery of two affairs and the dissolution of two marriages. How very strange."

THE END



The Book



Adam had been showing his wife off online for a few years. It started slow, with just some bikini shots with her face blurred, or faceless nudes, but over time he began to show more and more. He found groups and chatrooms that specialized in that sort of thing; guys who liked to show off their wife. And she was worth showing off. Even now, in her 30's, she was still pretty and she had a body that many a younger woman would have given anything for. Her breasts weren't huge, but they had a fantastic shape and had remained perky longer than many of her friends'. She was slender but managed to have a fantastic ass, just enough curve to know she was all woman. That was probably what his online "friends" commented on the most. That and her smile put her several levels above most of the other unaware wives and girlfriends that appeared in the chatrooms.

And she was unaware. Maybe that was part of the thrill for Adam, the risk of showing her, but he also knew he'd love it if she were openly slutty. But that wasn't her; yes, she had played around with other guys, but she was actually quite a private woman and would not at all have been pleased that so many had seen her pictures. No, it wasn't like some cheesy dirty movie, where she would get off on being exposed on the web if she knew; in fact, it would be exactly the opposite.

Things had gotten a little out of hand at times, with the on-line exposing, and several guys had managed to work out her identity over the years. This made him nervous, but most of them were pretty cool about it. They just liked the idea of knowing who this hottie was in real life. A few got more into it and would try to find "normal" photos of her online, or more info about her. She was pretty careful about who she added as a friend on f-book though, and as far as he knew, despite a couple of attempts, nobody had managed to become friends with her there.

There was one particular guy that Adam had been chatting with for a while online. He had collected a huge number of her pictures from Adam over time, and he had found out an awful lot about her...and him. When they'd bump into each other in the chatroom they both frequented, Adam never knew what would happen: sometimes the guy would just whisper-chat to Adam with pictures, questions, and discussion of what he'd like to do; sometimes he'd delight in making Adam squirm by showing off the photos he'd collected and discussing her body while encouraging others to do the same. These times made Adam nervous but were also very exciting. He knew from his conversations over time that the guy was cool and wouldn't ever really cause him any trouble, but the fact that he knew so much about his wife turned him on enormously.

The guy had also heard enough from Adam about his fantasies to know what made him tick. Adam was a cuckold. There's nothing he wanted more than for his wife to have a real boyfriend. He didn't want her to leave him, certainly not. But he couldn't help his intense desire for her to take a long-term lover. And his fantasies didn't stop there. He was into tease and denial. He wanted her to be exclusive with her lover...he wanted his wife to tease him and get him as horny as possible talking about how much she loved being with her boyfriend, getting him as close as she could to blissful orgasm with her fabulous hand jobs and then deny him that release. He wanted her to stop all stimulation, to squeeze his balls so tight that they ached for days, to do whatever she needed to in order to prevent him cumming. He wanted her to lock him up in a cage and tease him, to tell him how she always allowed her lover to cum with her, as much as he wanted, wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, but that her own husband wasn't going to get to fuck her, or feel her mouth on him, or cum at all, until she decided it was time. He wanted her to go out with her lover at night, or text Adam while he was at work, telling him that she was on her way to see her lover and not to expect her home until late (if at all). He wanted to be desperate for her, to be hornier than he ever imagined he could be, and to be teased and denied for days, weeks, maybe even months.

And in his denial, he wanted to also be a source of pleasure for her. He loved going down on her, loved the smell, taste, and feel of her, especially when she'd recently been "naughty" with someone else and she was all warm, wet, and loosened up. He had loved it the few times she had come home full of a boyfriend's cum. He loved being told to lick her clean, removing all of the cum that had been left, as a reminder that her pussy was off limits to her husband, only her boyfriend could have her whenever he wanted.

In his deepest fantasies he wanted to be pushed further. He wanted the ultimate humiliation: to be made to suck her boyfriend's cock, having to get him hard before he fucked her or having to clean him off afterwards or both. He wanted his sexuality to be totally controlled by his wife...and by her boyfriend. He wanted the boyfriend to bring other guys along, guys who would make Adam suck their cocks while they watched his wife fucking her lover. He wanted to be used as a vessel for pleasure, all while becoming more and more horny as his orgasm was denied and his humiliation deepend.

It wasn't the guys themselves that he wanted—maybe he was a bit curious, but he'd never really been that turned on by the idea of messing around with another guy. It was more about the humiliation, the knowledge that everyone was getting pleasure but him and that all would know about him...that he was useful only as a mouth. He had thought about going out on his own to find a cock to suck, but the idea didn't appeal...no, he knew that if it were ever to happen, it would have to be because he was "made to" by his wife or her lover, for their enjoyment rather than his.

All this, his online friend knew. From chats and intuition, he'd figured Adam out pretty well. And, he happened to be a bit of a bull. He got off on everything about a hot married woman, particularly if she came with a submissive husband. He enjoyed seeing wives exposed online, but even more than that he loved turning them and their husbands out. He liked making them his, and he was good at it. It had so far only been online, but he hoped someday to do it in real life. What he really wanted was a husband who he could turn into his online slave, and then use that to get the husband to help him seduce the wife and ultimately turn them both into his real-life subs. He wondered if Adam and his wife might be the right ones.

Adam suspected this might be his friend's goal. They'd chatted enough that Adam knew that this stranger who knew so much about his wife would jump at the chance to fuck her. Adam also knew that if it were in his power, he would help this man seduce his wife. Adam wondered whether this would be the guy to take control of him and his wife, and fantasized frequently about the possibilities of the guy enjoying his wife, maybe even taking his own photos of her to show in the chatroom, and making Adam watch online as he posted them, humiliating Adam as he described what it was like to fuck Adam's wife. Eventually, maybe Adam would be turned into the teased, denied, and cocksucking husband he fantasized about becoming.

But it had never gotten very far, mostly because they were never online for very long at the same time. They caught each other for a few minutes at a time, or maybe half-an-hour on a good day, but then one of them or the other would have to log off in a hurry when their wife entered the room. Until...

One day, they ran into each other in the chatroom. Adam's friend told him that he had an idea that he was pretty sure Adam would like, but that it would take some time. He asked about Adam's work schedule for the upcoming weeks, whether he could arrange to have a day off. Adam happened to have a day off the following week, and they arranged to meet in the chatroom at 9am, after their wives were safely off at work. When the day arrived, Adam was nervous but excited at what might happen, and logged on a few minutes early. At 9, he saw the notice that his friend had entered the room and his heart started to pound.

Only moments later, he saw a photo of his wife pop up in the chatroom, posted by his friend. It was a beautiful shot that Adam had taken of her from behind wearing a tiny light blue thong bikini that left almost nothing to the imagination. It immediately drew comments from others "great bikini", "hot slut", "who is she?" That kind of thing. The next thing to pop up was a whisper from his friend "How are you today?" Adam typed back "Fine, how are you?" "I'm great! Are you ready for today?" asked his friend. "I hope so! ;)" wrote back Adam. "Me too" wrote his friend.

Next was another photo, this time of Adam's wife from the front, wearing a radiant smile and the miniscule black crocheted bikini that she wore one day out on the boat. Again, the guys in the room expressed their appreciation, to Adam's delight and concern.

"Ok," his friend whispered, "go here..." And then came a vyew web address. Adam stared for a little while; he'd heard of this vyew thing that enabled one to watch another's desktop, but he'd never tried it before. He was curious what his friend had in mind, so he clicked on it, and a few seconds later he was staring at a duplicate of his friend's desktop. He saw a few open windows including the chatroom, and watched as his friend's cursor moved over the screen.

The first thing he saw was his friend clicking on "upload image" in the chatroom window. Up popped a folder of images, all of his wife. Oh man, this guy had a lot of pictures of her! He idly scrolled through them...dressed shots, bikini shots, face shots, nudes, a number of photos of her with Adam's cock in her mouth or pussy, and even a few of her reaching orgasm as she rode on top of him. Then, he opened another folder of images, this one containing her personal information: first, a scan of her driver's license, then one of her passport, that Adam had shared in a moment of extreme horniness. Next a screenshot of her f-book page and one of her work website. There was a screenshot of a g-maps page showing the location of their house and a photo of the front of their house from g-street view. It was quite the stalker collection.

His friend selected first one, than another, then another of these images, each time acting like he was about to post them before changing his mind. Adam's heart was in his throat watching this. Finally he switched to a closeup of her smiling face, the one where she was wearing her red sweatshirt, and posted that one along with "I'm trying to decide what to post of this slut next...maybe drivers license, or f-book?" and sent it to the room. As suggestions poured in, Adam pleaded with him not to and he whispered back "LOL, don't worry, I won't mess things up for you...but I do have a few tasks for you today, and hopefully now you won't complain about them! :)"

Adam then watched as his friend opened a new browser window and went to the Walmart Photocenter website and clicked on "start a new photo book". Adam's eyes widened as his friend selected the same photo of her in the red sweatshirt to be the cover photo of this photo book, and typed out "Alyson and Her Very Very Very Small Bikinis" which appeared over the photo as the title on the screen rendition of the book cover.

Over the next fifteen minutes, Adam could barely breathe as he watched his friend select photo after photo of his wife wearing bikinis small enough to be arrested for wearing in public, and inserting them into page after page of the book that he was designing. In one, at the very end, she was topless, wearing only a small black crocheted miniskirt, and laughing directly into the camera. The book looked great, and it excited Adam tremendously, even though it existed only on-screen. But she was also 100% recognizable, and that made him nervous. Finally, his friend typed out some text for the inside back cover: "Alyson is a real wife, living in . She wants a boyfriend, and her husband wants her to have one, so if you see her, feel free to try to seduce her...just don't let her know about this book because it's our little secret! Oh, and if you do see her somewhere, or especially if you manage to seduce her, please let us know by emailing to the address below. Any new photos you can provide will, of course, be much appreciated!"

"What do you think?" asked his friend.

"It's amazingly hot," replied Adam.

"I'm glad you like it," came the reply, "now watch this."

He then watched as his friend took some screenshots of the book design and posted them to the chatroom. Predictably, there was a raucous response and much discussion of what a great idea it was. Several guys even asked how they could get their own copies. Then, his friend posted in the room "I'm thinking of ordering a few for her hubby to pick up at his local Walmart, and then having him leave them around town showing her off...what do you guys think?"

They loved the idea, and began to contribute their own ideas of what he should do with the books. Adam watched, somewhere between horrified and fascinated, but definitely very turned on, as his friend clicked on "Order Now," selected Adam's local Walmart, changed the quantity to 3, and clicked on "Pay at Pickup." He entered a fake name and finalized the order. Adam saw the confirmation screen, saying the books would be ready by noon.

"Ok," said his friend, "grab your laptop and your cellphone. You have until 12:30pm to let me know that you've picked up the books. I'll expect a photo of the books being held up in front of a Walmart sign in my email by then. When I get that email, I'll let you know what to do next."

*****

Adam's heart was pounding as he walked into Walmart at 12 sharp. He went over to the photo counter and gave the name that his friend had ordered the books under. The young guy behind the counter flipped through some envelopes, not finding what he was looking for, and asked Adam "What was it you ordered?" 

"Uh, some photo books?" said Adam nervously.

"Oh YES," said the guy, "I've got those right here." He reached below the counter and pulled out a large envelope. 

As he was ringing up Adam's purchase, the guy said "I hope you don't mind me saying it, but that woman is incredibly hot...is she your wife?"

"Yes," said Adam, blushing furiously as he paid. After all, this was the place where they had always gotten all their photos printed. This guy might recognize her one day!

He escaped the store as quickly as he could. Outside, he took the required photo and emailed it to the address his friend had given. A few moments later came the reply: "Well done! They look great! I want you to go to the nearest bookstore and put a copy on their magazine shelf near the Maxim's and GQ's, and take a few pics of it sitting there. I want you to leave it there and watch for about 15 minutes. If anyone notices it, try to get a pic of them looking at it, then I want you to leave the book there and send me all the pics you took in the bookstore. Next, find a coffee shop with wifi, get something to drink, and find a seat where you can log into the chatroom without getting caught."

Adam drove to the Barnes & Noble and walked in holding a copy of the book tightly. He acted like he was browsing the magazines until he saw the latest issue of Maxim. He tried to be nonchalant as he flipped through some magazines, and then returned them to the shelves, along with the book. His wife's face smiled back at him from amidst the bikini-clad models pictured in the adjacent magazines. He stepped back a few feet and fiddled with his phone, managing to get a decent pic of the book in place, then walked to the next aisle where he lingered, looking at various magazines, while watching to see what would happen.

There were a few guys cruising the magazines, but the cover photo of the book was pretty tame and didn't stand out among the bright magazines. Eventually, however, one guy in his 50s stopped in front of the book. He must have noticed the title because he picked it up, turned it around, and started flipping through it. Adam was terrified but also instantly hard. He took a few phone pics as the guy looked slowly and carefully through the book, doing a bit of a double take when he got to the text on the last page. When he was done, he put the book back in its place on the shelf and strolled away, adjusting the bulge in his pants as he did so.

Adam left the store and emailed the pics to his friend. The ten minutes it took him to get to a local café he frequented seemed like an eternity, but eventually he found a spot on a sofa in the corner with his back to a wall so nobody could see his screen. He logged in to the chatroom and saw that his friend was already there. As soon as he saw that Adam had logged in, he posted the pic that Adam had sent him of the books outside the Walmart. "Look what hubby just picked up from his local Wal-Mart! Ok, hubby, show us where you are now, and I want to see a book in the pic...put it out on a table in front of you or somewhere where it's close enough for you to see it but far enough away that it doesn't look like it's yours." 

Adam looked around nervously, then tried to act casual as he pulled the book out of his bag and placed it on the opposite corner of the low, newspaper-strewn coffee table between him and the empty couch across from him. Grateful once again that the cover photo was so tame, Adam then took a couple of snaps that included the book, the couch across from him, and part of the coffee shop. While he was resizing them for the chatroom, his friend reposted a few of the screenshots he had taken that morning while designing the book, much to the enjoyment of those in the room who hadn't been there earlier. 

By the time Adam posted the pics of his book on coffee shop's table, everyone in the chatroom knew that Adam was on a series of tasks today, and if things went well that he would become the newest online sub to his friend and soon-to-be master. The guys in the chatroom thought this was wonderful, and were glad to share their advice about what Adam should do next.

It turned out there were several guys online at that point who had collected pictures of his wife, and they started to post their favorites to the room, adding to Adam's growing excitement as he watched the online exposure in parallel with this new, potential real-world exposure. He kept his laptop on his lap in an attempt to hide his almost painful erection as his cock strained more and more with each new photo that appeared on his screen.

During this time, another guy walked into the coffee shop's seating area and asked if anyone was sitting on the other couch and, when Adam said "no" had sat down across from him, put his coffee down next to the book with Alyson's smiling face, and started reading a magazine. If he'd noticed the book, he hadn't indicated it, but Adam became even more turned on wondering if he would.

Just then, his friend whispered him another vyew address. Adam clicked on it and was once again viewing his friend's screen. Adam watched as he opened a new browser window and went, once again, to Walmart's photo center. This time there were two books listed in the account: the one with the cover photo of Alyson smiling and wearing the red sweatshirt and another one that Adam hadn't seen before. The new one's cover was a recent photo he had taken of his wife, a full-body nude shot from the front, her tits and pussy obscured by the title text overlaying the picture: "Local Wife Alyson Exposed!" But she was obviously naked and her smiling face was very clearly visible. There was nothing subtle about it. His friend clicked through the pages and Adam's mouth dried, his cock hardened, and he was almost panting as he saw the array of very revealing nudes of his wife that were in this newer book.




The Book



"You like it?" his friend whispered, "I designed it while you were picking up the first one. :)"

"It's very hot," replied Adam, "but it's too much, she's too exposed, too naked."

"Really? You think so? Well, I was thinking about making a few changes..."

Adam watched as his friend clicked on the "Edit" button for the cover photo and added his last name after "Alyson".

"No!" typed Adam, "That's too much. Too dangerous. Seriously."

"Relax," came the reply, "I'm just messing with you. Although I do like the idea of printing one and having you pick it up. Or offering to print copies for the guys in the room. But I'll take her last name off first...probably. ;) Anyway, forget that for now, just think of it as just a little extra incentive to follow through on your next task. Not that you need extra incentive. I know deep down inside it's what you want, but think of it like you're doing it for me, like you're doing it just because I want you to...and doing it for your wife, because she wants you to, also."

Despite himself, Adam was incredibly turned on. Terrified and excited, he asked "What's the task?"

His answer came in the open chatroom in the form of a screenshot of a Craigslist ad posted by his friend. The ad was dated several days before and read:

"Looking for first cock to suck (m4m). I'm a clean MWM in his 30s with a longstanding curiosity about sucking a stranger's cock. I've never done it before. Can you help? Looking to do this Wednesday afternoon at the Capitol Boulevard Adult Bookstore."

Under it, his friend wrote to the chatroom: "I put this ad in for Adam a few days ago. What do you guys think?"

Adam was frozen to the spot as he realized what his friend had in mind for him. The others in the chatroom chimed in about what a great idea it was and how cuck hubbies should all be made to suck cock.

On the vyew window, Adam then saw his friend pull up a series of replies to the ad, and emails that he had been exchanging, all the while pretending to be Adam, in which "Adam" talked about "his desires" including the strong desire to be made to suck the cocks of several strangers while they looked at sexy pictures of his wife. The latest emails were from that very day, and the final email was then posted as a screenshot in the open chatroom confirming that Adam would be at the Capitol Boulevard Bookstore at 2:30pm with a book of pictures of his wife in skimpy bikinis, "ready to suck you and any other guys you want to bring or that happen to be there, unless they'd rather just jerk over my face, which is cool too."

The color drained from Adam's face as the room exploded with excitement at this new level of humiliation for the cuck hubby of one of their favorite wives. Could he do this? Was this really what he wanted? He knew it was what he'd been fantasizing about for so long, and here was his chance, but could he go through with it? His cock answered the question for him as it grew even harder as he thought about it. At that very moment, he noticed that the guy across from him had put down his magazine and was looking at the book cover, obviously interested in what might lie inside.

"Is this yours?" he asked Adam.

Adam shook his head no, his throat too dry to risk speaking, and watched mesmerized as his neighbor picked up the book, opened it, and started to look inside, obviously enjoying what he found.

His mind swirling, Adam finally looked back down at the screen, and saw the latest open post from his friend: "Well, hubby? Are you ready to do it? Are you ready to suck another man's cock and swallow his cum? To allow his friends to fuck your mouth or jerk off over your face? You know it's what you want. You know it's what you're meant to do. You know at heart that you're a cock-sucking sissy cuck and this is your role in life. What do you say?"

"Ok." Adam whispered back.

"In public, and tell me you'll do it" came the open reply.

"Ok. I'll do it. I'll suck his cock." posted Adam in the open chatroom.

"That's a good cuck," wrote his friend in the room, "now you should have one book left. Make sure you get a pic of it in front of the sign outside the place before you go in, as well as some pics of the book with guys stroking to it, and some pics of you sucking cock. I already cleared the pics with your new friend in the emails and promised him he could keep the book. Oh, and he even offered to take some pics of you sucking cock on his cellphone and promised to email them to "you". Of course I took him up on it and can't wait to get them! :)"

As Adam tried to catch his breath, he was only dimly aware of the postings in the chatroom from guys begging for the resultant photos to be shared in the room and offering to be the next to give Adam their cum, and of the guy sitting across from him on the coffee shop smiling and studying the book closely. 

Instead, his mind swirled as he realized that he was about to cross a threshold he'd only dreamed of. He didn't know where it would end, but he knew there was only one way for him to find out. Almost in a trance, he gathered up his things, walked out to the car, and headed toward the Capital Boulevard Bookstore.



The Book



My very first story, written for a Friend. No sex but a sequel is in the works. Please vote and comment whether positive or negative. Enjoy! 

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I enter the library to pick up The Book. It had arrived on loan from another library and delaying its retrieval was not an option. I take a deep breath before ascending the stairs to the circulation desk. I can almost feel condensation sprout between the librarian's cool aura and my approaching warmth. I'm grinning from ear to ear, something I usually have the self control to avoid in public. I thrust my card into her palm just as a child might on their first visit. She gives me a strange look as she turns to get the book, my cue to try and suppress my apparently unnerving excitement. I fail. She returns and hands me the book in it's little white sleeve. There's a glimmer of amused curiosity softening her voice and her face when she reminds me that there are no renewals.

I walk away from the desk with my eyes on The Book. It really isn't anything special: brown with black binding with the title stamped in a simple typeface on the cover and spine. The contents of it isn't even particularly exciting, to me at least. It is, however, huge: with the covers about eighteen inches wide, I can't just stuff this into my purse as usual. I'll have to carry it in front of my chest, arms crossed over it. That's how He would want it. For weeks since our last talk I've waited for The Book to arrive. Only with it in hand am I allowed the privilege of His presence.

Weeks of fantasizing about having it in my hands ... The Book, that is. For some reason, I'd imagined something small, thick, novel-sized. Something that would allow me to fan the pages with my thumb. A disrespectful act, I know, but thinking of the difference between my expectation and reality only brought the realisation of just how well He knows me. I'll read anything in the library, but what comes home with me is subject to the test of portability and the privacy that affords me. I use public transportation and prefer to keep the openings for smalltalk to a minimum.

This book, His Book, is a different kind of shield than my usual aloof expression. It keeps Him in the front of my thoughts and blocks the many places my mind usually wanders. For once, I'm not worried about what I'm wearing, whether anyone's giving me strange looks, or about the inevitable awkward moment in the past or future. Well, maybe I should worry about that last one, considering I'm now walking around the library without aim. I can't go home, not yet. The library will close in only a few hours, but going home now means encountering my roommate who will almost certainly ask more questions than I'm in the mood to answer.

I step into an elevator and head up into the stacks. There, I find a corner study booth that feels private enough to and begin to examine His Book. I trace my fingers along the edges of each cover as if searching for a secret button on an ancient rune. I'm looking for another lesson in His choice. This book is so large, so visible, that I actually dread leaving with it "strapped" across my chest. The thought reminds me of childhood, when everything was big for me and people seemed all too pleased to point it out.

Resentment coats my body and I'm looking without seeing when a soft thump brings me crashing back to the present. Someone is sitting on the other side of my booth. Seriously, there's a whole floor of empty ones! I will never understand some peoples' propensity towards being right up under strangers instead of giving them space. Don't they watch TV? Don't they realize how dangerous people can be? Having thoroughly ejected the previous moment's feelings onto the intruder, I start packing up to find another spot. 

"Sit." The word cuts like a knife, softened as it is by the partition's muffling effect. My neck end eyes instantly roll in unbridled incredulity. I'm about to give this guy the what-for when the fact dawns on me: it's Him. The anger leaves with a whoosh and threatens to show itself in tears of unexpected release.

I sit as quickly as possible and grasp for words to let him know that it's done. 

"Yes, Sir." It comes out somewhat strangled but hopefully acceptable.

"Good girl." I can hear the stillness, and the smile, in his voice.

I try but fail to suppress my grin as his face rises like a sun over the partition. My sun. The center of my universe in this moment.

"Hello, pet."

"Hello, Sir." 



The Book



She watched him, wondering what he was reading. The kids screamed, the birds squawked, and still he didn't look up. Going up to him, she asked him if it's alright if she sat with him. Looking up from the book he told her to go ahead.

"What are you reading, if you don't mind my asking?"

"It's a book on 50 positions for women to have great sex," he answered

"Wow! Have you tried any of them?" she asked.

"No, just learning so when I do, I'll know how to give her more pleasure," he said.

She sat there quietly composing her next question. When he turned the page she saw pictures of some the positions.

She gasped.

"Is that really possible?" she questioned.

"Don't know, but it would be fun trying," he said.

"Your girlfriend is one lucky lady. My ex, he'd never do anything like that.

"It was wam, bam, and no thanks honey for the great sex, then he was gone," she said.

"Have no girl, she left me for someone richer."

The next day she saw him again, sitting on the rock reading.

Walking over to him, she greeted him with a happy "Hi, I see you've come back, Are you still reading the same book?"

"Hi," he answered, "I was wondering if I'd run into you again. My name is Cory, and I have something for you." He pulled out a brown paper bag and handed it to her. Taking it, she sat down next to him on the rock. Opening it she found it was a book just like his. "My name is Grace"

"Oh, Thank you, but I don't know when I'll be able to use it," she told him and got up when she felt his hand on her arm.

"Don't go, I thought we could go over to the spot by the boat over there and look together," he said.

"Let me go get some sandwiches and drinks and I'll be right back."

"Good, and I'll get some stuff to sit on," he said. He went up to his house, and grabbed pillows and a blanket, putting them in a chair he took off his deck, went back down to the beach to wait for Grace to come back.

Grace ran into her house, which was two doors down from his, and found the picnic basket. Opening the ice box she pulled out all kinds of food and grabbed a bottle of wine. Putting everything in the basket she ran into her room and put her bikini on and went outside. She saw him, and saw that he had brought out pillows and a huge blanket for them to lay on. Standing at the edge of the blanket she saw him rubbing the bulge in his pants.

"This is alot of food, but I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got a little of everything," she said as she sat the hamper down at the side of the blanket. Looking up he motioned for her to sit next to him on the blanket.

"Look what I found! This sounds like fun and look easiest to do. It's call the Hunched Goblin, She is in doggy position, he stands on both feet in back of her, then he crouches behind her, and he enters her from behind. Sounds like fun, I'd like to try that," he said as he showed her the picture.

"Oh I think this is interesting," she quickly spoke, "The Lap Dance, he sits in a chair, and she moves toward him with her back to him and sits on his hard cock. Oh and this one too, same as the Lap Dance but she faces him!" she showed him the picture.

They spent the rest of the afternoon looking thru their books, taking breaks for eating, talking and some swimming. At one point in the afternoon she put the book down and told him she was going to take a nap.

Putting his book down between them they lay side by side, facing each other. With the cool winds blowing around them they fell asleep, waking once to find they had move closer to each other. They awoke again as the sun was sitting, he asked her if she had any plans for tonight. She told him she didn't.

"Would you like to spend the evening out here on the beach, and have a cookout?" he asked her.

"Yes I'd love to!" she told him.

" I'll just be a minute have to run up and get theee grill, be right back," he said, then leaned in and placed a kiss on her mouth, and was gone that quick.

She watched him get the grill going and put on the meat. His hands were so big, yet they seemed to be very gentle at the same time.

"Foods done, would you grab the plates for me?" he asked.

Grabbing the plates she took them to him and he put everything on the two plates. He went to the cooler and grabbed a bottle of wine, and opened the bottle, gave her a glass.

they had three glasses with dinner, and then spent the rest of the evening talking and drinking.

By the time the bottle was empty, an hour, or so had passed, they were both tipsy, and feeling very good.

"You know Cory we spent the whole day going over the book and not once did either one of us say that it made us horny, it did me. How about you Cory did the book make you horny?"

"Oh God Grace, did it ever. I kept thinking about you and I doing the things we were reading about.

"It was you who was giving that lap dance."

He paused a long time and then slowly and quietly asked,

"Would you give me a lap dance Grace?"

She stood up and undid her bikini bottoms, dropping them to the blanket.

"Front lap dance or back?" she asked him. She straddled his legs and lowered her body to his.

Grabbing her hip he guided her onto his waiting big rock hard cock.

"OH SWEET BABY, YES, GOD YES, RIDE ME BABY, RIDE MY HARD COCK!" he groaned in her ear as he pulled her closer, getting his cock in deeper. She felt his cock throbbing, and knew he was getting ready to cum. So she squeezed her pussy muscles onto him harder, making her pussy even tighter preventing him from pulling out.

Only that made him plunge into her harder and his cum exploded deep inside her pussy.

"OH GOD I'M CUMMMMINGGGG!!!" he screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" she screamed.

When the world came to a stand still for both of them he took her into his arms and kissing her, melting the last of her inhibitions. They spend the rest of the night fucking in all the positions they could, even some that they didn't think they could. As the sun came up over the water Cory turned to her and asked her to come up to his house where they could continue trying out the things in the book. She nodded her head yes and followed him up the steps leading to his home.

Once inside he pulled her into his arms kissing her, giving her his tongue. Taking it she sucked on his tongue, swirling her tongue around his, as her hands explored his body, and his hers. With his back against the door she knelt before him and pulled down his trunks. His cock sprang out at her, taking it in her hands, she stroked him, running her hands up and down his cock shaft.

Looking down at her kneeling before him, he couldn't believe his luck at finding a beautiful lady willing to do, or try anything with him. He watch as she licked his cockhead, felt her tongue slide down his shaft to his balls. Then she put both of his balls in their sac into her mouth, he grabbed her shoulders.

"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH, GOOOOOOODDDD!!!!" he cried out, with a groan. His hands went for her head, pulling her closer. She licked and sucked on his balls for a long time; he didn't think he'd be able to take any more.

Slowly she took his balls out of her mouth, and licked her way up his cock. She could feel it throbbing very hot. Licking the head, she got it nice and wet then she closed her mouth on his cockhead. Her tongue explored the single eye at the tip of his cock, thrusting in and wiggling around in its pee hole.

Taking his cock deep into her throat she felt his cock swell, then he exploded. She kept swallowing his cum; he must have cum at least three times, but she drank every drop he gave her.

He watched as she licked every drop of cum off him. She licked him clean and hard again.

Pulling her up to stand before him, he wrapped her in his arms and carried her into his room.

Sitting her on his bed, he whispered "Never has a lady, ever given me what you just gave me Grace."

"You make it sound like you've never had a lady give you a blow job before," she said.

"I've had them before, but never that way, or the feelings you've given to me while I watched you. You made me harder, bigger, and hotter than any lady ever has."

"Well I've never wanted to do what I just did before, I don't know if you can understand, but with you I wanted to do it, and I wanted it to be the best," she said.

"I understand what you're saying Grace, now it's my turn to give to you just what you gave to me. Lay back, and keep your ass at the edge of the bed," he told her.

Grabbing some pillows he knelt on the floor in front of her and gently guided her legs wide, really wide open.

"You're all wet, and juicy baby, you love sucking cocks don't you?" he asked.

"Only yours Cory, only YOUUUUUUUURRRSSS!" she cried out, as she felt his big middlefinger slide into her wet, ready, and wanting vagina. He leaned over and licked her clit, up and down slowly, making her cry out again, and again. Reaching into his night stand drawer he pulled out a huge 12 inch life like dildo, flipped a switch and slid it in her pussy. Her hands grabbed his head pushed her hips up into his face.

"OH GOD CORY, YES SUCK ME, FUCK ME, GOOOOOOODDD MAKE ME CUM!!!" she screamed.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and sucked hard while he moved the dildo in and out faster.

She moved so much that he had to grab her and force his weight down on her to hold her still. Lifting her legs he placed them over his shoulders and moved in closer still, this put his whole mouth over her pussy and moved the dildo up into her asshole. He knew she was close because her muscle were tightening up on his tongue and fingers.

"HO GOD CORY I'M GOING TO CUM!" she cried out, and threw her hips forward into his mouth, sinking the dildo deeper into her ass. He grabbed on harder and held onto her hips, and slipped another finger inside her pussy.

"AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!, I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!" she screamed.

She stayed with him for the next two weeks, till a phone call put the brakes on it.

"I'm sorry for leaving so quickly Grace, but I have a meeting I can't put off any longer. I'll be back please believe me," he said, then kissed her good bye.

She stood by her door watching him leaving in the cab. She went into her bedroom and cried herself to sleep that night. For the next month, she went to work came home to a lonely house and spend the evening looking at the book he'd given her, wishing he would come back. The next morning she was late getting to work. Her Boss told her she had to stay late, she missed eating lunch, because she had to type up the contract he needed for signing that afternoon.

Some where around 4 or 5 pm she stood up to get the file for Mr. Peterman, her boss, when she felt light headed, then passed out on the floor.

The next thing she remembered was waking up in the hospital, the Doctors telling her she was going to have a baby. She fainted.

"So how is she Doc.?" he asked.

"She'll be fine once she gets over the shock of me telling her she's going to be a new mommy," Doc told his best friend.

"You know Cory if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're in love with this lady, and she was having your baby."

"I am, and she is." Cory told him.

"Well congrats old friend, and good luck," Doc said.

"When can I take her home?" Cory asked.

"In a few hours after all the tests come back, I think you better go in and see her, she's been calling for you, from what the nurses tell me," Doc told him.

"Call me before you tell her she's going home, I have to finish the contract then I'm hers forever," Cory told his friend.

"Will do, Cory, but hurry, you can't keep your lady waiting forever."

Cory dialed on his cell phone. "Hello? yes, have the contract waiting, I'll be there in 10 minutes to sign. Have someone pack Grace's things and wait for me to pick them up too." He paused for words from the other end.

"Peterman have it ready or I go to someone else," Cory said into the phone as he got into the limo.

It took all of 15 minutes to sign and collect the check for the company he just sold. He had Grace's things in the trunk of the limo, and was on his way back to the hospital, when his cell phone rang again.]

"Hello, yes, am on my way now will be there in about 5 minutes. Have her downstairs and waiting," he said into the phone.

"Come on Grace your ride's going to be here shortly, and we have to get you down stairs to wait for him,' the nurse said. She didn't know who was coming, but at the moment she didn't care, all she wanted to do was go home.

Waiting outside in the shade, she watched as a limo pulled up. A man got out. When he turned toward her she saw it was Cory, she ran into his arms.

Lifting her, he said to the driver, "Put her things in the trunk Fred, and let's go home." Getting into the limo, he waited for Fred to come back in. Fred activated the private screen and drove them home. Cory turned to her, and pulled her onto his lap.

"Oh baby, I've missed you," he said kissing her. Her hands moved to his pants, found him hard, and wanting.

"Go ahead baby, take him out, we have all the time in the world," he whispered in her ear.

Unzipping his pants, she pulled out his hard cock, rubbing her hand up and down his man meat.

"MMMMMMMMM, feels so good to be in your hands again baby," he whispered in her ear as he licked and tickled on her earlobe.

He slid his hand down her body to rest between her legs, slowly drawing circles on her thighs, inching forward little by little till he found she had on no undies, just her wet pussy greeting his fingers, and wanting the same thing he wanted.

"Put him inside you, Grace," he urged.

She pulled his excited member down and pushed his cock into her pussy.

He grabed her ass, and pulled her hard to him, burying his cock deeply in her. He knows it will be a quick one, because they been away from each other for long time. The limo came to a stop, but Fred just got out and took the boxes and bags into the house, and waited there till Cory told him he could go home. He may not have been able to see what was happing but he could hear it, and he wanted to get home to fuck his wife.

"Thanks Fred, and tell your wife thank you for getting everything ready on such short notice" Cory told Fred.

Once the door closed after Fred left he turned to find Grace had taken off her clothes and was standing there, looking in the mirror and holding her tummy. Walking up behind her he wrapped his arms around her.

"MMMMMM, I see a beautiful, sexy lady, who's going to be my babies mommy!" he said.

"How did you know?" she asked in shock.

"I was in your Boss's office when you passed out and heard him scream. You know he screams like a girl? He whispered, while licking her neck.

"MMMMMM, thought you weren't coming back," she confessed.

"I know, after I signed the papers I was going to come out and surprise you, but I was surprised with the wonderful news, of being a daddy!" he said.

Picking her up he carried her into the livingroom, sitting her down on the couch, he stood, as she watched him undress.

"Cory I want to try the pile driver!"

"Then you better beat me to the bedroom baby, cause I want the rail splitter," he told her. He followed her up the stairs and into what was to be their room from now on.

"Beat you, now I get what I want!" she laughed.

"Yes baby you get what you want, then I get my turn," he gently told her.



The Book



I watched as Raylene's horse picture returned to the desktop after I closed down Internet Explorer. I looked at the screen for a moment then glanced around the house noticing how quiet it seemed. I reached out and pushed the power button on her monitor and the horse instantly disappeared to be replaced by a black dead screen. I swiveled in her leather chair and then rose to my feet gabbing my bottle of water as I did so. With one hand rubbing over the beard trying to grow on my face, I decided that I needed a shave. I walked through the kitchen and glanced at Raylene as she sat at the table a little over halfway through a Harlequin novel she had picked up that afternoon.

"Whatcha doin?" she asked me as I strolled by.

"Going to the bathroom." I replied crossing into the bedroom.

"Oh. Well tell me before you go to bed." I hard her call back to me as she picked re-focused on her book again.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and picked my Remington shaver off of the counter. I watched as the light brown hairs quickly began to disappear exposing my cheeks and chin. I fussed with the razor trying to get the pesky hairs off of my neck and chin until I felt that I had accomplished my goal. I noticed the bright redness on the sides of my neck and wondered how it is that I could get razor burn from an electric shaver. I pushed some skin lotion onto my hand and rubbed it into my cheeks and neck feeling its soothing coolness attacking the sensitive skin. 

I walked out of the bathroom and kicked my shoes off and then moved over to my desk. I picked up a small stack of three photographs and turned them over in my hand. With only the small lamp on in the bedroom, I was unable to see the photos clearly. With a glance toward the kitchen to make sure that Raylene was still at the table reading, I moved back into the bathroom and closed the door. The light seemed incredibly bright in there, but my eyes quickly adjusted as I gazed at the photos in my hand. Two were photos of her taken when she was sixteen wearing a yellow bikini and the last one when she was eighteen in a one-piece swimming suit. I looked over each picture slowly, my eyes tracing the already memorized lines of her body. I felt my cock grow stiff within my blue Dockers and shifted it with one hand. I considered unzipping my pants, but decided against it as I was saving those photos for a video recording I planned to make for her whenever I got the opportunity. I turned off the bathroom light and returned the photos face down to my desk.

I went back out by Raylene and closed the front door, making sure that it was securely locked. Turning around I glanced at the thermostat to see that it was set right, but it was too dark to tell for sure and I decided not to worry about it. I thought for a few moments trying to decide what to do with myself. I knew that for the most part I had not been going to sleep before one in the morning every night for a couple of weeks and decided that maybe I'd just try going to bed early for a change.

"I don't think I'm up to any sexual escapades tonight, so you can go ahead and finish your book." I told her as I reached the kitchen.

"I wasn't going to ask you to, I just wanted to make sure you didn't have any needs." She replied looking up from her book. I pondered for a moment wondering what needs I might have other than sexual as she usually used that to refer to sexual things.

"No, I'm ok, you can finish it." I said standing next to her as a new thought entered my head.

"You don't want me to come back and snuggle for awhile?" she asked after I had kissed her good night.

"Nah." I called over my shoulder and returned to our room. I removed my Dockers and saw the tent standing out from my boxers; I smiled at it and shook my head. I shrugged my silk shirt off of my shoulders and sat down on the edge of the bed. I checked the alarm setting then turned the light off and slipped under the covers. I could feel the coolness of the sheets against my warm skin and stared wide eyed at the ceiling as I finally allowed my thoughts free range.

Well, she probably won't, I thought to myself, but at least I can write about it tomorrow. I had opened up to her some of my deepest fantasies just a couple of weeks ago and since then we had been having sex nearly every night. I could not remember any other time during our relationship when we were that consistent. However, I still had a few fantasies that I had not told her about, primarily due to not having figured out exactly how to phrase them. The one that currently swam through my head I had implied but had not explained extremely well. The conversations that we had been having over the past week kept this particular idea fresh in my head. She knew that I enjoyed watching her masturbate, though oddly enough she had only masturbated with her vibrator since finding out. Not that I had any complaints about that, I had just realized it and smiled at the oddness of it. What I most wanted, though, was to be able to witness her masturbating purely for herself. I had always assumed that she masturbated from time to time as I knew that I was not always a very attentive husband, however I had not discovered that she had in fact done many of the things that I fantasized about until recently. During our past couple of weeks, though, I was fairly certain that she would not be uncontrollably horny, although I thought that perhaps the Harlequin novel might have such an effect on her. I longed to catch her pleasing herself without any regard to whether or not she was pleasing me, I figured it would be easiest to do that by catching her at I time that she knew I was not around, which was an essential impossibility. But, this evening I had come up with a new idea that just might prove fruitful.

I grabbed my black shirt and positioned it over my eyes so that I would be able to see from about chest down on her side and she should not be able to see if my eyes were open or not. It took close to forty-five minutes of testing and adjusting before I had the shirt the way I wanted and it did not cover any of my ears. I knew that if she came to bed desperately horny, there would not be much movement or noise so I would have to be able to capture everything that I could. I settled down to wait as she quickly turned pages in the kitchen. I could hear her fidget from time to time and as much as I tried to focus on the VCR to note the passage of time, I could not see more than a green blur.

Eventually I heard the chair slide on the linoleum floor, and Raylene rose to her feet, she flipped off the kitchen light and the house became surprisingly dark. Hmm, I thought, had not considered that. As she entered into the bedroom, I suddenly felt as though my body temperature had risen ten degrees and large drops of sweat burst out all over my body. I became desperate to slip out from under the blankets into the cool night air but I forced myself to lay still, my breathing steady as I pretended to be asleep watching her through the slits of my eyes. She removed her clothes and sat down on the edge of the bed, she let out a slow sigh and I wondered if perhaps I had waited in vain. Slowly she slipped her naked body beneath the blankets and she lay still for a few minutes. She always slept on her back, so I knew that if she rolled over onto one of her sides I would be out of luck, though at least it might make for a humorous story.

I could not see her face; actually I could not see much of anything, as the room had gotten darker than I had anticipated. I heard her sigh again, it was a slow sigh filled with longing and I felt my cock jump beneath the covers at the sound. Perhaps, I allowed myself to dream for a moment. A long couple of minutes passed and I felt both of my knees itching terribly but knew that I could not scratch them without her knowing that I was awake.

I felt the bed move a little bit, heard an arm sliding beneath the blankets and saw the silhouette of a blanket covered knee rise into the air. There was a slow exhalation of breath and then I heard Raylene lick her lips, or could it have been her fingers? I could not tell for sure and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears was making it difficult to know. I could not believe that she could not feel my heart pounding against the bed beneath her, but if she could she acted as though she were oblivious. I heard a new sound and this one was unmistakable. It was the sound of her fingers rubbing against her wet pussy. She's gonna do it, I nearly screamed as my whole body tingled in excitement. My cock jumped again and I wanted to reach down and stroke it but new that such an action would make her realize that I was indeed fully awake. The silhouette of her knee shifted and sank onto the bed, I imagined that she must have had her legs spread beneath the sheets and could not believe that my hot wife was actually going to get herself off right next to me. She had done it before, of course, but those times I had had a certain degree of involvement, and the times I had not I was to wrapped up in my own co-dependence to have enjoyed her pleasuring herself with that being her sole purpose and intent.

I listened to her breathing the subtle change in it, as she must have been rubbing a finger over her clit. I imagined that she must have had one hand spreading her pussy open and using the fingers of the other one to rub her exposed clit. I wondered absently if she ever pushed any of her fingers into the tightness of her hot pussy, and then decided that she probably did not which was too bad. Her arm shifted and I heard her lick her fingers, it was a sound that I knew well from our phone sex conversations when I had been going to university. Her hand seemed to hesitate back down her body near her breasts and then continued back to finger her pussy some more. I could feel the bed moving ever so slightly as she worked herself at alternating speeds. Occasionally her breath would catch in her throat for a moment and I would think that she must have been desperate to let out a moan but used all of her strength to keep it suppressed. Eventually the motions fell into a steady pattern and I knew that she was going to town. She was so horny that she did not want to mess around for too long. I forced myself to lie still as I felt the precum from my cock on my stomach I thought that I was in heaven and at the same time made mental notes for how it could possibly be better if I ever got lucky enough to witness a repeat performance. She sucked in a deep breath that must have been to loud to her, as she seemed to hesitate for a moment before resuming her activities. About a minute later, I could feel her whole body tense, she struggled to keep herself still, her breathing steady, her throat closed as her fingers worked her clit and her pussy spasmed in her orgasm. It was a short one, but it must have been hard, as her head rolled from one side to the other for a moment, her arm's motion coming in ragged bursts as it seemed as thought she were struggling to keep her fingers moving the way she wanted to. Her pace slowed down and I felt her adjust the blankets over her body then roll over onto her side with a contended sigh that could only be caused by a good orgasm.

I rolled over onto my side and felt the hardness of my cock flop onto the bed; I closed my eyes with a broad smile that I was glad no one could see. As I made mental notes of how to increase the experience if it ever happened again, I began to drift off to sleep. I knew that I would hate myself when the alarm went in a few hours, but damn, I thought gleefully, it was worth it. Oh man, that was cool, was my last conscious thought and I feel into oblivion until the alarm broke the stillness of the morning with it harsh buzzing.

"Was your book good?" I asked my wife with a knowing smile as I got out of bed and she rolled over, probably regretting having let herself stay up so late the night before.

"Yeah, I guess so, it was ok." She said still sleepily but I could see her eyes focus on my grin and could almost hear her mind wondering what the gin was all about. I wondered to myself, as I drove to work, if she would ever know that I knew what she did last night.



The Book



He looked up from his novel, feeling . . . something. From his seat on the bench facing the façade of the train station, he had a clear view of the block, left and right, but could find nothing out of place. He bent back to the words and lost himself once again.

A warm breeze blew over him, ruffling the pages, which he smoothed back into place. At the next wind, he again felt the invisible something, carried to him. Not warm now; chilled and crawling into him. Gooseflesh erupted on his arms. He looked up the block; nothing. Turning to his left, he saw her.

She was 20 yards or so from him, propped against the streetlight. It seemed that was all that was holding her upright. She was young, perhaps 20, with long, dirty brown hair, and he swore he could smell her. She smelled like rain and sex and pollution. He could not take his eyes off her. He sat, staring, until he realized she was staring back at him. Blushing at being caught, he turned away. 

She moved closer to him, walking on the edge of the concrete, sidling up to him like a cat. He felt her moving and could not help but watch her. He felt himself beginning to harden, heard his breath quicken. She reached him and held out her hand. He made no move to take it. She growled, low in her throat, and reached down, grabbing his hand, pulling him up. She was strong for a small thing, he thought as he followed her mindlessly.

With her leading him by the hand, as a child would be pulled along, he watched the back of her head as they across the street and through the herds of people gathered in the station. She moved deliberately, forcefully, with no thought to the person tethered to her by a tenuous grip of skin. As he plodded behind her, hypnotized by the sway of her hair, her smell hit him again. A wedge of want sped through him, causing him to pause. Their hands broke from the bond; she stopped and turned on him, spearing him with her eyes. She hissed slowly, pushing the air between her teeth, letting him hear and feel her disapproval. He stared at her for a second or two, reached down and took her hand again. Her eyes narrowed to slits and she smiled a woman’s smile; a hard one, slashing across her face.

Walking more quickly now, she lead him into a protected alcove, pushed him into the cold, tiled wall, and dropped to her knees. He struggled to breathe, feeling her hands on him. Now he was the one being supported, by the hardness of the wall behind him. Her hands went busy, parting his belt, unbuttoning his trousers, pulling the tab on his zipper. He sucked in a breath with the touch of her hands on his secret flesh as she parted his pants and released him. He was hard, thick already, with precum pooling on the head of his cock. She bent to her task, wasting no time, sheathing him in her mouth, circling his hardness with her tongue. Up and down she moved, perfecting the rhythm and sucking him deep, wrapping her left hand around the base of his shaft to hold him off as long as possible. With her free hand, she reached between his legs and scratched the skin of his balls, nipping with her nails, tugging the hairs there.

The sensations overwhelmed him. He dropped his book and reached down to take her hair in his hands; he wanted to see. She shook him off, hair falling back into place around her mouth surrounding him, and returned to his cock, sucking more hungrily than before. The force of her mouth and tongue hit him, and he felt himself begin to seize and thrust at her. His hips pumped, needing to fuck something; her mouth, her hand, it didn’t matter. 

She reached behind him and scratched her way down his ass. That was all it took. He was caught. His blood moved faster, burning through him, and his balls tightened. He pushed back against the wall, hitting his head on the tiles, and he let out a painful moan. She didn’t care. She knew he was close and continued to suck and slide him up and down, finally stopping with him completely filling her mouth. His cock rested on her tongue, arcing down into her throat. She began to caress his flesh, undulating her throat muscles, pulling him deeper inside. He started to cum. 

When it came, he shoved back against the wall again, just as the first stream hit her throat. She swallowed and the sensation of being eaten forced his head back and into the tiles.

Later, he came to, groggy, and still in the alcove, but alone. His book was gone. 



The Book



"Alexis?"

"Huh, what," I answer distractedly from across the bedroom.

"What time is it?"

"3am, go back to sleep Johnny."

"Alexis, the book isn't going to disappear over night, you can finish it in the morning."

"Shh, I need to find out what happens."

"C'mon sweetie, it's lonely here in this big ol' bed," you coax. "I mean really, who's a better lover, me or Dickens?

"Johnny, Dickens is dead, you win by default. I'm reeeeading, now shhh," I mutter.

"Gonna ruin your eyes reading in the dark Lexi," you continue on.

"Haven't you got something better to do than pretend to be my mother, like maybe go back to sleep?" I ask, glaring at you.

"Fine, but you'll be tired in the morning," you reply, once again trying to get the last word in as you roll over.

I turn my attention back to "David Copperfield" and settle into the comfortable wing chair, feet up, my pale peach nightie tucked over my toes to keep warm. David is about to graduate from Doctor Strong's and I have to find out what happens to him next. Flipping the thin pages, my face buried in the book, I feel a warm hand stroking my thigh.

"Johnny, I thought you were goin' back to sleep," I sigh at you.

"You just keep reading, I'll be quiet," you promise, fingers running down my long legs, massaging my smooth calves.

"No funny business Mister, I'm reading," I warn you as you kneel in front of the chair.

"Right, no funny business, gotcha," you grin, kissing my knee.

You continue rubbing the my calves, working the muscles with your strong fingers. Gradually you move your hands up my thighs, pressing and kneading, easing out the tension.

Once again I'm lost in the book as you look up at me and then down at my pussy, barely visible through the negligee. Ever so slowly you slide your hand beneath the silk fabric and lightly stroke the soft hair.

"Don't even think about it pal," I tell you, not bothering to look up.

"Think about what?" you ask coyly, running your finger between my lips.

"What did I say about no funny business, Mr. Short Term Memory Loss?".

"Lexi, this isn't funny business, this is very serious business," you reply, slipping a long finger inside my wet warmth.

"Johnny, I'm reading," I say, trying to move further back into the chair.

"So read, I never said you had to stop," you smile.

"Good, that's exactly what I'm going to do then," I respond, turning the page.

You push back my gown and tenderly part my tender lips, your thumb running over my clit. You rub tiny little circles until you feel it begin to stiffen beneath your finger then lower your head and tug at it gently with your warm lips. You hear a soft thunk as my book hits the floor.

"Oh God baby," I moan, spreading my legs further apart.

You run your tongue up and down my slit, at the same time pulling your stiff cock from your boxers. Slowly you begin to stroke yourself, your fingers teasing the tip, spreading the pre-cum. I watch you, so turned on by the sight of you touching yourself, my heart beating faster.

"Johnny, yes baby yes," I gasp, "touch yourself, make it hard, play with it baby, I wanna watch you do it."

I feel your tongue slide inside me as your hand moves faster on your prick, my eyes glued to your every move, my cunt throbbing with excitement.

"That's right sweetie, just fuck yourself," I murmur, staring at the hard dick in your hand as I run my tongue over my lips, "make yourself feel good honey, does that feel good baby, do you like it like that, like feelin' how hard you are, such a beautiful cock my lover."

You pull your face away from my sopping cunt and thrust two fingers inside me, still stroking yourself.

"Wanna get fucked too Lexi?" you ask smugly, "wanna come too baby, hmm, need me to get you off?"

"Please baby, please make me cum," I whisper, my slender hips beginning to move on the seat.

"But hon, thought you said you were busy," you answer, fingers pressing my spot then stopping.

"No baby, no, sweet Jesus don't stop Johnny, please baby, please," I moan, trying desperately to fuck myself against your hand.

"Need your book... or need this more?" you taunt, slowly moving your fingers inside me.

"Oh God Johnny, I'm sorry, I need you so bad, please give it to me Johnny, please," I plead, my fingers pulling on my swollen nipples.

"That's much better Alexis," you smile, working your fingers deeper inside my wet hole, the pace quickening as you fuck me hard with your hand.

I grind my hips against your fingers, wanting to cum so badly, my back arched, hands gripping the arms of the chair, my juice covering the seat.

"Better now Lexi? Like it when I fuck you like this bitch?" you whisper, your breath short as you feel your balls tighten.

"Yes Johnny, yes, so close, so fuckin' close," I cry, "harder baby, fuck me Johnny, so good with you, feels so good."

The first wave starts just as I feel you press your throbbing dick against my cunt.

"Lexi, oh baby, gonna cum all over you, so sweet, all over your cunt," you scream, head thrown back as you shoot your hot load all over my pussy.

"Johnny, cumming lover, oh yeah, so good, all for you baby, it's all for you, cumming so hard," I gasp harshly, feeling the hot stickiness of your cum run down my pussy.

"Oh baby," I murmur, reaching up and pulling you close, needing to feel your lips on mine, wanting you close as the orgasm slows.

We kiss deeply, my breasts rubbing against your chest, your arms wrapped around me.

"Ready for bed now my love?" you ask, smiling down at me as you pull me out of the chair.

"But what about David..." I ask, reaching for my book.

"Lexi..."

"Oh very well," I pout as you tuck me into the warm bed, drawing the down comforter up to my chin.

"Sleep. Now," you order, sliding in beside me and snuggling close.

"I love you Johnny," I smile in the darkness.

"I love you too Angel."



The Book



Ylise woke early dreading the coming inventory that she simply must get done today. At 22 her friends had joked that her becoming a librarian was as normal as a stripper becoming a nun. With her body she should have been a movie star they said. 5'8" tall with a 30D bust and a creamy complexion that contrasted nicely with her dark auburn hair and shimmering emerald eyes she sometimes wondered herself at her love of books. However they were her first love so her choice of work was only natural to her. With a sigh she headed for the shower needing the cool water to fully awaken her for the long day ahead. Dressed in a black skirt that came just above her knees with a royal blue silk shirt that barely contained her ample bust she slipped into a pair of black flats and grabbed a quick cup of coffee to take with her on her way to the library. 

It was only a block and a half from her apartment to the library, but by the time she had unlocked the door she was so cold that her nipples twinged from being so hard. Locking the door behind her she noticed an odd looking book laying on the floor. Picking it up she walked into her office, it would be 3 hours before anyone else showed up, placed her keys and coffee on her desk while she stared intently at the book wondering where it had come from. The only thing apparent about the book, it's title had been erased with she presumed age, was that it was not anything that belonged to in this library. Curiosity getting the best of her she flipped open the cover her eyes immediately falling on an envelope addressed to herself. Tearing it open she quickly read over the letter wondering who sent her this strange book.

Ylise, 

Books are not all there is to life but knowing they are your first love I think you will appreciate this special one. You can call this my parting gift to yourself as when you read this I will be embarking on a new chapter in my life with my new bride Keaira. I hope you find fulfillment in the pages of your books as I have with her. 

Davon

A bitter smile played on her lips as she thought back to how nice and thoughtful he had been to her. What did she repay him with but shutting him out of her life and devoting even more of her time to her work and her ever precious books. At least he was happy now she thought, and he's still so sweet even sending her a present the last she'd ever hear from him. He had tried over and over these past 6 months to break down her wall but she had been too blind to budge until it was too late. Flipping a few more pages in the book revealed that it was entirely in Latin. Frowning at her lack of knowledge of the dead language she simply flipped pages until she was at the exact center of the book. Surrounded by eyes and various swirling vines and flowers were 3 words that she in error spoke aloud...ACTUM ET DILIGO!

Immediately the world around her began to darken and swim in a blur about her. Fearing she would be sick she closed her eyes and clasped the book tightly in both hands. After a few minutes she opened her eyes intent on studying the picture in every detail. The picture was gone the page blank save for a single Latin word... CAPTUS!

Fear caught her as she looked up from the book as she noticed she was no longer in the library. Surrounded by trees she couldn't see the figures that were slipping up behind her slowly. Where was she how did she get here all these questions and more ran through her head at once making her dizzy. Suddenly one of the two figures grabbed her arms and spun her around to face it. With a scream she fainted into its large arms. 

She awoke an hour later to find herself upon an enormous tree stump that was almost as long as she was tall. She tried to sit up to get her bearings thinking the face she had seen earlier was just a dream but found herself bound to the stump by unearthly strong vines. Turning her head to the side she spotted the figure for she could not truly call it a man standing a short way from her talking in hushed tones to his companion. They noticed her movement and murmured quickly to one another than approached. Ylise could not believe what she was seeing, each of the figures were large in build standing well over 7' tall. They were covered in blueish scales, their eyes were black as coal, their fore fingers appeared to have suckers on the tips that each had it's own little tongue and perhaps the scariest part was the huge bulges poking out from their pants. The figure she had first seen bent down near her ear and spoke fairly well English. 

"We trapped in book only to live when woman closed to other humans says our words and if woman is strong enough we live forever and not have to wait for another." Stopping a moment he looked to his fellow as if to get permission to go on. "We demons I am Treb and he is Darld we take you as ours now no more you see human world." At this she started to sob wondering just what was to happen to her in this strange place. Her wondering mind didn't have to wait long for an answer. 

With one quick movement Treb had her shirt and bra torn from her body. Darld had walked over while Treb was explaining things to her and now took a moment to rip her skirt in half. Ylise knew she forgot something that morning, panties, now she was completely exposed to these demons. They both looked her up and down savoring her fear as much as they did her well formed figure. Darld uttered a few words in a tongue she could not name but recognized them as a command. Her legs were spread wide as the vines moved to obey and her arms lifted over her head. Shutting her eyes against what she knew was coming she tried to brace herself as much as possible knowing there was no way she could escape. Treb withdrew to watch and wait until his turn came.

Darld ran his fingers over Ylises' plump breasts stopping to allow the sucker tips to attach themselves to her nipples. A slight whimper escaped her lips as the little tongues flicked her nipples over and over. Another set of arms appeared from behind him removing his clothing and stroking his semi-hard cock. He moved his head between her legs and began to tease her clit with his fingers as he opened his mouth to reveal a penis shaped tongue. After attaching another sucker to her clit and anus he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and looked up to see her watching him with pleading eyes. At this he smirked and showed her his 7" cock shaped tongue, she cried out and nearly fainted again but Darld took that time to show her the suckers had teeth as well and had the ones on her nipples bite down which brought her back from the edge of darkness. Shoving his tongue deep in side her, he worked it in and out relentlessly until she shuddered and sobbed at being brought to her first orgasm. With a growl of pleasure he climbed on top of her shoving his now fully erect 15" cock into her already abused pussy. Uttering another word into her ear she screamed again as she felt the sucker on her anus transform into another cock slimmer but just as long as the one that was pounding inside her cunt. His eyes shimmered as he shoved his cock-tongue down her throat making her gag with each thrust. The intense pressure on her clit and nipples brought her over the edge again and her body shuddered with the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had. With a muted growl he came thrusting his true cock deep into her womb to fill it with his hot seed, as his cock-tongue filled her stomach and his finger cock filled her bowels. Panting for breath as he climbed off of her she knew it wasn't over Treb hadn't had his turn yet. 

Crying and trying to get as much air into her lungs as she can she begs them to let her go. They just laugh and tell her that is not possible. They say if only she had been open to human love she would not be their mate now. If she survived this first mating and the subsequent birthing of the offspring she would forever be theirs to do with as they pleased. 

Treb removed his clothes then and showed her why he always went last. Not only did his cock dwarf Darlds'(18 inches easily and as big around as a 20 ounce coke bottle)... he had TWO of them and a thin vine like sucker squirming around them. Again he spoke his broken English. "Me breed you good not have as many arms as he does but have more and bigger cocks for you". Laughing he flipped her over and mounted her like a bitch each cock perfectly aimed at her openings. The sucker squirmed a moment before finding and locking onto her clit, it bit down once sending its highly potent aphrodisiac into her already hot body. She instantly bucked back against his cocks and impaled herself on both of them. Wailing she was quickly quieted by Darld shoving his massive member into her throat as he leaned over her to throat fuck Treb with that great cock-tongue of his. Sawing in and out of her body as hard as they could she was forced to gulp breaths each split second that a cock was not shoved into her mouth. She never heard the rustling as an odd looking male came out of the tree line to rest under her breasts. Two headed it opened it's mouths wide enough to engulf each massive mammary and allow it's second inner mouth bite and harshly suckle her nipples. Giving up any reservations she gave herself up to the pleasure and to her fate as mate to these demons. Moaning around Darlds cock she came once more and milked their cocks as she did. 

Laying back unrestrained on the stump she caressed each cock that she came in contact with no longer wishing to go anywhere, content to stay where she was forever. She knew she was pregnant and with more than just one offspring. She also knew somehow she would be the one to finally be strong enough to be their forever mate. Smiling she fell asleep with a cock wedged deep in her cunt and ass, and a strange little leech that was quite attached to her breasts. 

The book which had fallen onto the floor shimmered and vanished, it also knew it had finally found the one.



The Book



It was Saturday night, and Tom and Karen were sitting on the couch in their family room while Tom endlessly flipped through channels of uninteresting programs trying in vain to find a program that would appeal to both of them. Karen had just finished twelve hours of homework for her latest class and was in a rather unpleasant mood since the paper she was writing wasn't coming together as she had hoped. Tom's incessant flipping through the channels was doing nothing to lighten her mood. 

Tom was in an equally bad mood. It was Saturday night and he was ready to cut loose after a particularly brutal week in the office, but just a few minutes earlier Karen had informed him that she was just too emotionally drained from the day to do anything but vegetate. Adding to his ill mood was the fact that over week ago Tom had presented his wife a copy of Miss Francy's latest book "How to Spank Your Man" hoping that Karen would take the hint (and more than a few tips) from the book and continue their experimentation with spanking play. Karen hadn't mentioned a word about the book or spanking since Tom gave it to her and the more Tom thought about Karen's apparent lack of interest, the more frustrated and irritable he became. 

"Are you going to continue flipping through the channels all night, or do you think you can find something and stay with it for more than five seconds?" Karen said without any attempt to hide the frustration building inside her. 

"It's Saturday night and there ain't shit on -- you know that," Tom shot back at her with a hint of contempt in his voice. 

An uneasy silence filled the room. The tension between them grew with each passing second and each new channel Tom clicked through. 

After what seemed like eternity, but in reality was less than a minute, Karen's better sense returned. She looked over at Tom and said in a very calm voice, "Look, it's Saturday night, there is nothing on the TV, what would you like to do?" 

Expecting Karen to have come back with another verbal barb, Tom was caught off guard by Karen's civil tone of voice and question. Sensing an opportunity, Tom stopped his channel surfing and gave careful thought about how to respond. Karen had put in a full day and she it made it clear she was not interested in stepping out. What could a couple do on a Saturday night home all alone? Hmmm. Tom decided there was no better time than the present to make his needs known. 

"Well, since you asked, I would really like you to take me over your knee, and put some those wonderful techniques in that book I gave last week to good use," Tom said with all due sincerity. 

"I'm sorry dear, I have been very busy all week trying to get this tern paper done and I haven't had time to read it." 

That was definitely NOT the response Tom wanted to hear. Tom could feel his blood pressure beginning to rise and was just about ready to tear Karen a new one, when inspiration stuck. 

Miss Francy's book was a how-to guide for women on how to spank their man, and the last chapter in the book had questions intended to open a dialog between couples. Since they had already had a dialog going on the subject, and Karen had agreed to spank Tom on previous occasions, maybe he could back into a spanking by having Karen just read a few select chapters. As far as Tom was concerned, the only chapter Karen really needed to read was chapter explaining how to spank. 

"That's OK dear, I understand, it's been a long week for both of us," Tom replied with as much understanding in his voice as he was capable of mustering. "I'd really like to play this evening, and I feel like I'd really enjoy a good paddling to set me right. I've already read the book and there is one chapter which I think you would find most enlightening and beneficial". Would you be interested in reading just that one chapter, and trying to put some of the things you read to use?" 

Indulging her husband's spanking fantasies was not what Karen had on her mind when she asked the question, BUT, she did ask and he responded in an uncharacteristically adult way. Although she felt her frustration level rise a bit, Karen heard herself reply "Sure Tom, I'll at least read a chapter, but I'm not making any guarantees of what will follow." 

Disappointed, but sensing that opportunity was still there, Tom jumped up to his feet and ran into their home office to retrieve the book from the desk where Karen had left it. Tom quickly returned with the book, opened it to chapter nine -- Swatting for Beginners, (the most important chapter in the book as far as Tom was concerned), and placed it in Karen's lap. 

"This chapter will provide the most illumination" Tom said with a slight smirk on his face, which did nothing to alleviate Karen's frustration with him. 

Ignoring Tom, Karen set off reading and quickly became engrossed in the text. Tom watched with rapt attention trying to read the changes in his wife's facial expressions in hopes of discerning whether a spanking was in his immediate future or bitter disappointment of having to wait for the opportunity on some yet-to-be decided day. 

Karen could not believe what she was reading. Guys really do want hard spankings --just like Tom had said before some of their previous spanking attempts. Going to have to work on that one she thought to herself. In their previous attempts at spanking, Karen always felt inhibited, worried that she could really injure Tom. Tom always insisted she could spank much harder. Karen read on. 

Find your inner boss and get into a bossy mood. That one brought an unconscious smirk to her face. Tom had really pushed her buttons with his channel surfing earlier, and she was still quite annoyed with him about it. I won't need any of these suggestions to find my inner boss tonight, Karen thought. And it was at that very moment that Karen knew Tom was going over her knee, and he was going to find out just how hard a spanking she could dish out and he could take! 

Karen set the book down on her lap and gave Tom a long hard look. She allowed herself to feel the frustration of the day and her annoyance with his channel surfing to build within her. She could almost feel the strength in her arm increase with every passing second in sharp contrast to her reservations of causing Tom any pain or discomfort which were quickly fading away. Oh, was he going to learn what a real spanking was all about. I'm going to make damn sure he thinks twice the next time he picks up that remote control and starts flipping through the channels. After the long day I put in, the least he could do is have a little bit of consideration. I'll teach him a thing or two about consideration. He'll be considering his ass for the next couple of days EVERY time he sits down. Yes, she was tapping into her inner boss just fine, now to channel it. 

Tom was perplexed by the way his wife was staring at him without saying anything. Was she mad at him? Did the book weird her out? Did he somehow cross a line by asking her to read it? Why is she looking at me like that? 

"Tom, you know, I've had a really hard day...," Karen began to say and paused. 

Tom could feel the disappointment building within him, and his frustration with Karen building right along with it. 

"... and I just wanted to come down here, relax, and vegetate for a while". 

Yep, he was right, here comes the big blow off. Looks like another night with rosy palm and her five sisters. Tom frustration with Karen was starting to turn the corner toward anger. 

"And rather than allow me some time to unwind and relax, you have to go and be inconsiderate with your channel surfing and self centered attitude," Karen said with an exasperated air about her. 

Tom could listen to no more, and rudely interrupted her with -- "look you were the one who asked ME what I wanted to do. SO I TOLD YOU!"

Karen just glared at him. She allowed this most recent example of rudeness to incite her even more. Oh, he is REALLY going to learn a lesson tonight she thought to herself. 

After a few more moments of tense silence had passed, Karen said in a very calm and measured voice, "Tom, I would like you to go upstairs, get the hairbrush my aunt left me from the drawer in my dressing table, and bring it back here to me.". 

Tom was dumbfounded. His mouth instantaneously went dry and shiver went down the back of his spine. Something in the tone of Karen's voice told him she wasn't playing around. Her voice had that edge about it. 

"NOW MISTER," Karen barked out at him. "The longer you keep me waiting, the worse it will be for you!" 

And with that last statement, Tom jumped up from the couch and sprinted up the stairs to find the antique wooden hair brush Karen's aunt had left her after she passed away. He riffled through the dressing table drawer and located the hairbrush. It felt peculiarly heavy in his hand. Absent mindedly he tapped the side of his leg with it and his stomach did a summersault as the suspicion that his wife intended to use it on his ass hit his consciousness. What did he just get himself into? Then another thought shot through his mind, Did Karen's aunt use this brush on her husband? The thought of Uncle Ray over Aunt Mary's lap made him smirk -- but only for the fraction of a second as that thought was pushed out of his mind by the thought that Aunt Mary willed that brush to Karen for use on HIS ass! Embarrassment flooded through him as he considered Aunt Mary imagining him over Karen's knee, whacking his bare ass with her brush. He shuddered at the thought and headed back to the family room where Karen was waiting. 

As he came down the stairs to the family room he found Karen had re-positioned herself in the middle of the sofa to presumably facilitate the up coming activity. Seeing Karen sitting in the center of the couch like that pegged his worry meter. He could feel his face start to blush and the hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand on end. Karen didn't say a word as she dramatically held out her hand, and he handed her the brush. 

"Tom, tonight you have been an inconsiderate, self absorbed, ass. So I've decided to take a page or two out of the book, and teach you a lesson or two about consideration and manners -- via your backside". Do you understand? 

"Yes dear," Tom said sarcastically. 

"That last remark will cost you big time Mister," Karen shot back as her frustration with Tom climbed even higher. 

Tom started to have second thoughts. "Can't we talk about this honey?" Tom offered. 

"The time for talk has long passed Mister. It's time for you to go to school". 

And without another word, Karen motioned for him to come stand next to her by tapping the brush to the side of her thigh. Reluctantly he walked over to her, his heart racing from the surge of adrenalin that shot through him upon hearing Karen's reply. On one hand, the anticipation of what was about to happen had him turned on as never before, especially given Karen's uncharacteristically commanding manner. On another hand, he felt a slight twinge of terror because something deep down in his brain told him that Karen was serious about this and she might actually spank him. He knew he had asked for it, even deserved it tonight, but now that the moment of truth was upon him, he was having serious second thoughts. 

Tom looked down at Karen as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. In one tug, she pulled them down to his ankles, leaving his briefs up. She grabbed his arm and pulled him across her left leg, head down and his butt pointing up. She slid his shirt up a bit, grabbing a hold of his left hand holding it against his back while she hooked her right leg around his legs pinning him into position. 

He was enjoying the contemplation of what he must look like in that position, that was until Karen began to lecture him yet again. "So you want a spanking -- eh? Well Mister, you really earned one tonight. I don't think you have any idea what's in store for you, but believe me, by the time we're done here, you won't be able to sit down for a week!" 

And with that, Karen slid down his briefs exposing his ass to her. He suddenly had a picture of what he must look like, a grown man draped over his wife's knee, with his naked ass presented for all the word to see. What would anyone think if they came in and found him in this position? He couldn't think of a more intimate position to be caught in than the one he was in at precisely that moment. He also felt embarrassed as all hell, and very apprehensive about what was about to --

WHACK!

A small yelp escaped his throat from both pain and surprise as Karen landed a really hard slap on his right ass cheek. Yeee -- OWW! In all their previous attempts at spanking play, Karen had never landed a swat that hard before. 

"We'll see how long you enjoy this --" 

WHACK!! 

as the second swat landed equally hard on the left ass cheek. 

WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!

Karen was alternating the swats between his cheeks and with each swat of the brush she decreased the time between them until she found a rhythm that suited her. Tom started to squirm so she clamped her right leg down tighter over his legs so there was no escaping the assault on his now stinging butt.

"Oooww! OW! Please ..., I'm —" WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! 

Karen landed those last half dozen swats on Tom's left ass cheek. 

"Too late, Mister." WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! And as not to show favoritism to the right, she landed six successive swats on his left cheek. 

"You wanted to know what a real spanking was all about," WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! 

"And you want me to improve my technique." WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! 

"So how's this?" Karen said sarcastically as she came down even harder with the brush. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!

"OOOWWW!" He hated yelling out but at this point, but with each landing of the brush, the fire in his backside was increasing. As hard as he tried to take it like a man, Karen's swats were starting to really hurt. It was obvious that the book had changed Karen's attitude. She was spanking with purpose and an intensity that was not present in any of their previous spanking sessions. His wife REALLY meant business this time. 

"Please, honey -- wait -- I've learned--" WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!

"You've learned nothing yet. School's just started...." WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! 

"...and this is Spanking One-oh-One." WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! 

By this time Tom was squirming around on her lap trying in vain to avoid the sting blows of the brush. This was annoying Karen even more and she slowed the pace but increased the intensity of her swats. 

"You -- WHACK -- wanted -- WHACK -- to -- WHACK -- know -- WHACK -- what -- WHACK -- a -- WHACK -- real -- WHACK -- spanking -- WHACK -- feels --- WHACK -- like -- WHACK."

"YEEEEE-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!" The pain seared through him like a desert wild fire and his eyes were stinging from tears which were starting to well up in them. 

"Alright," Karen said as she ceased the assault on his backside. 

Relieved, Tom thought the spanking had come to an end, and just in the nick of time. Karen's whacks were really stinging and he was having trouble staying in position. 

"I'm sorry...," Tom started to say, but Karen cut him off before he could get out another word. 

"Sorry? Oh no, I don't think you have even begun to comprehend sorry." Karen response cut through his mind like a knife. 

"You haven't even begun to know what SORRY feels like". "Now stand up!" Karen commanded. 

Tom immediately sprang to his feet and began to rub his burning backside. 

"Don't you ruin my hard work, especially since I am not finished yet," Karen scolded. 

Not finished? Tom's heart skipped a beat at hearing those words. 

"But dear, my ass really hurts". Tom stammered. 

"You don't know the meaning of hurt. But you WILL," Karen said with a tone that renewed the terror in Tom's gut. 

And with that Karen stood up, grabbed Tom by the front of his shirt, and led him around to the side of the couch. The whole time Tom struggled to remain upright, shuffling along because his jeans were down around his ankles and his briefs were pulled down just above his knees. 

"Alright Mister, bend over the arm of this couch," Karen commanded. 

Tom really wanted things to end right there and then. He started to argue, "But Karen, I've...."

WHACK

Tom didn't even see that coming. Karen had reached around and landed a solid strike on his right ass cheek. 

"Yeoooowwwww. That REALLY HURT" Tom croaked as his eyes started to sting from the tears that were returning. 

"Tom, you will do what I say and take your spanking like a man. DO I need to remind you that you asked for this and most rightly deserve it after the way you acted tonight?"

Tom wasn't sure if that was a rhetorical question or whether to attempt an answer. The sting of the previous whack had yet to subside and he didn't want to tempt fate. 

"Now, bend, over, this, couch, and quit trying my patience," Karen said with commanding authority as she held the brush just a couple of inches from his nose. "This lesson is not over yet". 

Tom didn't even hesitate this time, lowering himself into position over the arm of the couch, resigned to his fate. 

Feeling empowered by what had transpired thus far, Karen found renewed confidence and inspiration in Tom's compliance with her demand to bend over the end of the couch. 

"Tom, I want you to concentrate really hard on this next part, because it is what you wanted and I wouldn't want you to miss it." And with that, she resumed spanking his already tender ass non-stop with strong deliberate strokes-- WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! 

Tom was beside himself. It felt like she was spanking him with pure fire. The pain in his ass had become so bad that he didn't care how he looked or sounded, and he renewed his pleas for Karen to stop. 

But Karen would have none of it. She was now completely in touch with her bossy side and felt completely empowered to fulfill Tom's desire for a real bare butt spanking. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!

This new position provided her a much more comfortable position from which to wield the brush, and a much more uncomfortable position for Tom, who had already abandoned any pretense of taking it like a man. 

"You -- WHACK -- had -- WHACK -- better -- WHACK -- think -- WHACK -- twice -- WHACK -- about -- WHACK -- asking -- WHACK -- for -- WHACK -- another --- WHACK -- spanking -- WHACK."

And after a dramatic pause, Karen put all she had into one final 

- WHACK!!

It was obvious at this point in time her husband understood what a real bare butt spanking was all about. His backside was a fire engine red in color and he had been bucking and crying and pleading for her to stop from the moment she had resumed the spanking.

She allowed Tom to remain in that position for a few minutes until he had started to compose himself. 

When it appeared to her that Tom had more or less regained his composure, she helped him up and turned him around so that he was facing her. 




The Book



"So, did that meet your expectations?" she asked. 

"More than I could have imagined," Tom said with a horse voice. 

"Good. Because the next time you ask me to do this again it will be even longer and harder than this one was. I'm sure I haven't even scratched the surface of all the wonderful suggestions that book has to offer."

"Have I made myself clear?" Karen asked with authority.

"Perfectly." Tom managed to say in a very contrite voice. 

"And now that we have tended to your needs, would you like to come upstairs and tend to mine," she asked? 

"Whatever your heart desires, my Beloved," Tom replied. 

The End