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Dark Redemption Ch. 01

By: BarbraNovac



Chapter One

Thanks god it is raining.

The rain is an appropriate response to my state of mind. And because of the rain I am able to stay undetected. If the sun was shinning I would be obvious from the other side of the street. But now I am hidden. I am hidden and humiliated. The rain pours down my face, down my soaked clothes and forms puddles around my feet. But I can only be glad for the rain. It's a kind of shield. The rain is so heavy; maybe I am not really seeing what I am seeing? Maybe I am not feeling what I am feeling? The numbness has started in the pit of my stomach and spread. It has the tingling feeling of love, combined with the grinding sickness of betrayal.

Standing under the awning of the restaurant, I look across the road to the scene being played out before me. I am ashamed of myself, but I have been following him all day. I followed him from the office, as he ran his errands, till he arrived at this pub. And it was here I was 'rewarded' for my efforts. She was waiting out the front but she held no significance for me till my husband kissed her on the cheek and escorted her inside. And now I am standing across the road, the rain for company, watching him flirt with a woman I do not know. A stranger. He is whispering in her ear, the way he does with me when he plays at a light intimacy. I know his little gestures so well and I can see her responding to them differently to the way I would have. Is that exciting? That she responds differently?

He is so familiar to me; it is like we are one. She is a stranger. Yet, looking from across the road it is almost like I am she and she is me. She is in the place that is rightfully mine, and I am the stranger. Witness to their flirting.

But that is not entirely so, because a stranger wouldn't be torn in two. A stranger wouldn't care. A stranger would dash to get out of the rain and think more of themselves and their discomfort after baring witness. Instead I forget my own discomfort and stare mindlessly into my worst nightmare come true. I am not a stranger. Like it or not, I am an integral part of what is being played out before me. And even though I do not know her, and I have never met her, so is she. Suddenly she feels like an important part of my life.

As my husband leans in to whisper to her she giggles and turns her head away. I have the feeling that they are not sleeping together. Just flirting in a pub. Perhaps it would not be a cause of alarm for some women. She may be an old friend. A client. But the distance I had sensed between my husband and I recently, coupled with this scene before me have my intuition aroused. And I feel the twisted urgent sickness of fear and rage.

Soon I can see he is ready to leave. There have been no kisses on lips, no arms linked and no touching of a sexual nature. Nothing to show anyone they are a couple. It is only because I can see them that anyone even knows they share an illicit intimacy.

It is not till I know that he is leaving that I feel able to turn away, even though I can't stand to watch. Walking back to my car, I wonder what I am going to do about this now. I'm filled with jealousy. It is a burning, destructive jealousy. Part of me would have loved to walk in on them. To see them horrified when I approached, shuffle apart and feign innocence. I could have challenged him immediately. But that's never been my way. I am too secretive. Too calculating. I am a true Scorpio. Instead I think of myself as having an advantage over him because of what I have seen. I know something that he is trying to keep from me.

Climbing into the driver's seat of my car, my mind is flooded with little inconsistencies in his behaviour lately. Little mood changes, moving a little too fast to the cell when he receives a text, things like that. As I start the car I am aware that over the next few hours lots of little realisations will occur to me that I will read or misread in light of this new development. How am I going to handle this? How will I endure the pain and the hurt? How will I face him? I suddenly remember I have to pick up our children. 

Fortunately the flow of traffic is slow and cumbersome because I am in no state to drive as my entire being is consumed with my problem. I have quite a long trip, half way across town to get to the children. I am partly glad for this because I need the time and the task to get my head straight. It helps distract me from the occasional flashes that remind me of what I just witnessed.

I can't make any sense of this. This is my husband. My Peter. The great love of my life. This man chose me. He singled me out from so many women and claimed me as his wife. This has to be a mistake of some kind. It's not in his nature to be unfaithful. He's always told me infidelity is a pathetic weakness, only for those with no self-awareness. And more than that, we love each other. We have the kind of love that people crave. At least we did.

At the same time that I reach the school, the rain stops and I notice that the windows are fogging up in the car. I feel abandoned by the rain even. I have a few minutes before the children are out, so I use the heater in the car to try to dry off. I must look terrible. My heart is not in fixing up my appearance, but I don't want to worry my children. Somehow I am going to have to get myself together for them and then keep myself together when Peter gets home tonight. I'll have to act as though everything is normal.

As the bell rings for the end of school, I work my way across the road knowing I must look a sight in my still damp clothes. Maybe people can tell I have just experienced a kind of disaster. I can see the children walking together across the playground and I feel a warmth flood through me that I always get when I see my kids. They've not noticed me yet, and I am enjoying my little moment to just watch them holding hands and helping each other with their bags.

"Mummy!" they cry in unison as they see me. They both run together toward me, Jane outstripping Thomas who is a year younger. When you are seven and six that year is worth about five adult years. Thomas almost trips on his shoelace, as he wrestles with the large school bag on his back. Jane flings her arms about me and Thomas is right on her heels, hugging his small arms around both of us. They feel good. Here is a solid foundation for me to hold on to. I can forget the fears whirling around my head and concentrate on the children.

"Hello my darlings. Off to the car now, holding hands, that's right. I want to hear all about your days at school. Do either of you have any homework?"

"I do Mummy, but Thomas doesn't." Jane declares. "I had better have the study desk at home. Thomas is not going to need it."

"I do need it. I have homework."

"No you don't. First class never get homework."

We're walking back to the car and I am thinking I am just not up to this tonight. I love them, and I love their sweetness, but tonight I keep coming back to my own confusion. My own muddled thinking, and I don't know how to concentrate properly on their little day-to-day silliness. At this moment I feel shamefully weak. I know that is giving into a shallow part of myself, and I know that my husband has not actually cheated on me, but I still felt terribly alone. I feel like the foundation that I have built my life on is shaking. I have built my house on sand when I had always thought it was built on rock.

"That's enough little angels." Speaking in my soft voice was a trick I could still use on them to get them to calm down. "Please don't fight. Let's just go home and Jane can do her assignment homework, and if Thomas feels like he needs to do homework, I can give him a small page of words. But Mummy is terribly tired tonight, and I need you both to be a little quiet for me."

As they fire all the "what's wrong?" style questions at me I can see that this was a silly strategy to get some peace. While we are all climbing into the car, I confess my exhaustion to be because of work, and they are satisfied with this explanation. At least I think they are satisfied because they are fighting over which seats to sit in and emptying their bags into the car.

Driving home, the children playing and bickering in the back, I am struck again by my situation. If my husband has not actually cheated on me, what do I accuse him of? Why do I feel so deeply betrayed? Could he really be interested in another woman? Is there some other problem and this is a symptom? If Peter were any other kind of man I would dismiss all of this and simply tell him my feelings were a little hurt. But the connection between us is so profound, that to go out of his way to flirt with another woman at a pub and hide it from me was a deep betrayal. It rocked me at the core of what I felt I could rely upon. And he was going to be home in just a few hours. How am I going to react to him?

I feel so relieved to see my own driveway. I want to be in my bed. I feel like I want to sulk and ferret myself away from everyone. I want a bath and to feel clean and warm and dry. 

"Hop out now. Everyone grab his or her bags. Keep quiet daddy has clients. Run upstairs quick sticks and we will get you guys sorted out."

Somehow by asking them to be quiet more noise seems to be emerging. But they are nice and quick in getting themselves upstairs. At the front door it is an immediate race to the homework table and when Jane beats Thomas he sulks and reaches for his 'Gameboy'. I don't argue with him. I know that we have a rule about electronic toys, but tonight I am feeling petulant myself. He can play it if he likes. He might as well have a little fun.

Speaking of a little fun, I pour myself a glass of wine from an open bottle of white in the fridge and then move into the bathroom to run myself a bath. 

"Kid's, mummy is going to have a bath because I feel so tired and I have a headache as well. You both may, as a very special treat, watch some television this afternoon, when Jane's homework is finished."

While I am running the bath I can hear tip toes down the hall toward the television room and I am sure Jane is trying to hide that she has not completed her homework. But tonight I don't care. 

With a full bubble bath at my disposal, I almost feel better again. There is something about the luxury of a bubble bath that works wonders. I peel off my clothes realising that they are still wet and reminding myself with a punch to my already unsettled gut, that I have no idea what to do about my circumstances. I feel so much that I want to be alone. Maybe that is all I have to do tonight. Work out a way that I can be alone.

Finally in the bath, warm, and with half a glass of wine inside me I can cry to myself. Just a little cry. I can't cry too much because Peter and the children will get suspicious. But I need to let some of this horrible sadness out of me. This great yawning ache in me for the warmth and the security of my husband. The water feels comforting around me and it laps at my body, causing a light feeling in my head. I am just not going to be able to face him tonight. I will have to get into bed and come up with a good reason to stay there. I have to give myself time to settle down and get my thoughts together so I know the best way to handle this situation.

I had to stop crying now though. If I cried for much longer, I don't think I will be able to stop.

Dark Redemption Ch. 02



Peter and I met at my first job. He's a lawyer and I was tax accountant appointed to his case by my firm.

His office back in those days was huge and sophisticated, unusually but tastefully decorated. Peter was an enigma. Everyone knew about him. Young Brilliant no want for clients. Everone clamoured to get hold of him. He was successful,. Ruthless divorce lawyer. "Getting rich of others peoples misery" I used to chide him. "Setting them free" he used to counter argue. He was a loner, isolated and sort of weird if keeping to yourself even though you are rich and good-looking is weird.

The day I walked into his office, I later found out, was the day he decided we'd be married. I was terribly impressed with his beautiful office. I was entranced but the idea of working for Peter. But being very professional it was important to me that I retain the account. Despite his reclusive lifestyle, Peter Adams was a high profile client. It was a great show of faith in me that my firm had sent me to speak with him. I was only thinking of his accounts and doing the best job I knew how to do.

Walking in, I informed his secretary of my arrival and sat down in the waiting room. I glanced rather nervously around the room as she walked up the long corridor to his office. I spotted a camera hidden behind a dark dome in the corner of the room opposite me and wondered if he were watching me through it. Something told me he was. Something told me that he was deliberately watching me.

His secretary came back down the hall and informed me he would be happy to see me. Glancing into the camera's I straightened my skirt and walked up the olive green hall. On the walls were rimed gilt pictures done in a shiny gold. There were stands with lush green maidenhair ferns beneath each light. It was a strange and comforting kind of energy.

When I walked into the deep red lush office with its mahogany furniture for the first time a kind of thrill went through me. The room was so beautiful bit also disquieting. There was darkness behind all of this good taste and the effect was unsettling. And unearned intimacy. Peter was sitting behind his desk, which was to my left but facing the centre of the room. He was upright in his chair with his hands laced together at the fingers resting n the table.

"Anna Preston!" he stood up and came around to the front of the desk. "Excellent! Just excellent to finally meet you." He took my hand and gave it a hearty shake.

"Peter Adams! Yes it is good to meet. I am glad you have no problem with me being allocated by my firm to take care of your taxation concerns."

"Problem? Why would I have any problems? I specifically asked for you."

And he turned his back directly to me and walked around to the other side of his desk sitting down in exactly the same position he was in when I walked into the room. "Tell me Anna. How are you going to help me?"

I had no time to puzzle over his strange remark. Instead I got straight to his taxes.

Peter, not surprisingly, turned out to be very knowledgeable, which was good for me because he could tell I was good at my job and very well prepared. We worked for four hours straight on his file and came up with he basics for his annual budget as well as the skeleton for the end of year return. I felt tired. I had been concentrating hard making sure I got it right.

When we were done, I quietly began to pack my papers away. I was strangely disappointed that the day was over and that I would have to leave this nice office and this unusual man. For some reason, I thought we'd hit it off.

Peter Clearly had the same idea. He watched me as I packed away with a smooth still stare that I could feel like a breath on my skin.

"Anna, it's five thirty. I think your done for the day. I want you to have dinner with me."

I could not believe he had asked me out for dinner, but accepted the invitation without hesitation, despite the potential unprofessional consequences. He picked up the phone in the desk. "I want you to ring the office and tell them, I've asked you to stay longer and that you will be going straight home tonight."

I took the receiver from him, turned the phone to face me and did exactly has he suggested. When I hung up, a kind of triumphant look on my face he said, "I will be ordering us Chinese food. Will you eat it here with me?"

"Yes Peter." I said simply. The way he was taking control of the situation was leaving me weak at the knees. Now that the taxes were done and I was able to take a moment to notice how handsome he was, I began to feel swept away. I sensed a strange yawning bond between us.

"Anna, I have two very good Pinot gris in my bar fridge. Would you get us one and two glasses from the shelf in the kitchenette? I will order us deep fried chilli squid. I hope that is acceptable to you. The Kitchenette is off the front room to the right."

I stood immediately keen to make him happy. I felt as though I were in a kind of dream. I knew I was not thinking straight but I did not care. I was swept away by something. Something larger than me that still seemed to come from within me. It was strange and familiar at the same time. I went down the green corridor to the front room. His secretary had left and we were the only one's there now. I moved into the kitchenette which was painted entirely blue -- ceiling to floor -- took one of the bottles of white wine out of the fridge and two glasses and headed back into the office.

Peter had moved to standing across the room from the door when I walked in. he looked magnificent. Immediately I found it hard to breathe. If I had been able to think for even a moment, I would have checked myself, but a supernatural thing had taken me over. I felt divorced from reality.

Peter strode forward toward me, took the wine and the glasses out of my hand and set them on the table and turned back to face me. My heart was racing uncontrollably now. He stepped forward so that he was almost touching me and in one movement placed his hand on the back of my head, pulled me toward him and kissed me.

This was not the first time nervous kiss of the unsure suitor. This was a claiming. Peter was claiming me. Claiming what was rightfully his. It was that simple. I responded to his probing tongue with my wide open accepting mouth and he pulled me harder to his face with the hand on the back of my heads that was not tangled in my hair.

While he kissed me he pulled the clip from my hair and it fell to my shoulders. He stroked my hair with his other hand and ran it down past my shoulder to my left breast. The nipple leapt and hardened under his touch. My body was completely betraying me. He pinched at my nipple over my clothes and I felt his smile into my kisses when I groaned.

He suddenly pulled away from me and straightened up to look down at me. I stared straight into his eyes, unable to look away.

"Anna, I'm going to make love to you several times this evening, and I am afraid this first time will not be terribly gentle. But the passion is demanding I take you, and I want our first time to feel like capture for you. I want you to feel that you've been found and taken. I insist on having you. And you need to know, with your body, that the decision has been made already."

I did not know what to say. I felt incredibly aroused, filled with longing. My nipples were rock hard and the opening to my vagina ached, throbbed. I could feel the wetness beginning to seep down my vulva and into my underwear.

Peter sat down in a heavy sofa opposite. He still looked immaculate in his suit and tie. I stook stock-still. I did not know what to do.

"Take your shirt and bra off Anna. Don't be slow. This is not a strip tease. I will get you to do that for me another time. Right now, I just need to see you naked."

Mechanically, standing in front of him, my mind glazed over with a fog, I unbuttoned my white silk bowse at the front. I pulled it free from the waistband of my skirt and slid it down my arms behind me. I let it drop to the floor. Then, I raised my arms behind me and unhooked the clasp of my bra. My breasts are large and I suddenly felt self conscious of their sag. Peter sensed my pause.

"Anna, I need to see your breasts. I have picked you out of so many women. Watched you. And watched you. Your breasts will be claimed by me tonight, and I want to see my prize. Show them to me."

So I slipped the straps off my shoulders self-consciously holding the cups over the fleshiness of my breasts. Then, taking a deep breath, I let my bra fall to my feet. My breasts felt cool in the exposure but the hardness of my nipples and the goose bumps on my flesh were not from feeling cool.

Peter leapt to his feet and sprang toward me. He mashed his lips against mine, but this time his hands were all over my breasts, rubbing them, pinching the nipples.

"Ohhh... yesss... " he was whispering in my ear. "Oh they feel so good. One day we'll put gentle little clamps on these, but tonight I just want them to know they are mine." He moaned then moved back to my mouth to kiss me.

I was too stunned by all of this to move, but I was achingly wet. His kisses were driving me mad. My pussey was throbbing and all I could think of was getting his penis into me. But I felt so disoriented, so surprised but it all that could not move anyway.

Peter pulled away suddenly, and turned me to bend over the armchair of the couch. He roughly lifted my skirt from behind and yanked down my soaked panties. I felt two fingers plunge directly into my hot aching vagina, as I herd his fly coming down. I pushed back against his fingers trying to get them deeper into me, but he pulled them out, and I hungry and empty again.

Then I felt what could only be his penis rubbing against the opening of my vagina. He put it in place then leaned into me with a deft movement filling me with the enormity of his arousal all at once. He collapsed over me, whispering "spread your legs wider" as he brought one hand around the front of my thighs, toward my clitoris, and plunged two fingers, slick with my juices, into my mouth. I greedily sucked on them as I pumped back into his hips.

He pulled his fingers out of my moth and moved them between my legs, from the front and massaged my clitoris. I groaned and he moved his other hand to my mouth. I sucked like a wild woman on his fingers as he pumped into me.

I could feel the heat first at the top of my womb and I knew I was going to cum. I was grinding hard against his penis and his fingers were strumming across my clitoris fast. I started to cum and I cried out against the hand in my mouth. As my vagina convulsed and spassemed around his penis he cried "god yes!" and then I felt him explode inside of me.

As he softened and began to slide out of me, I felt him straighten and reach for a box of tissues to his left. He took a handful and held them against me as he withdrew himself, and whipped his penis with the with the tissues in his other hand. He spread my legs even wider apart and dabbed at my vagina with the dry tissues.

When it had stopped running so freely out of me, he must have put his penis back into his suit trousers because I could hear the zip of his fly go back up again. He got more tissues and while I was still bent over the couch, knelt behind me and washed around all the folds and creases of my damp, open, willing vagina.

"You can stand up now,." He said to me.

I stood up and crouching before me he helped me step into the legs of my panties then pulled up till they were in place. Around my ass and my sex. On his knees still in front of me, he cupped the round full globes of my ass and planted a light playful kiss on my slit at the front. Then he pulled my skirt down, and straightened it.

He picked my bra up off the floor and handed it to me and watched as I expertly put it over my breasts and hooked it up at the back. Then he took my shirt and wrapped it about my shoulders. I put my arms into my sleeves, and then stood there as he loving buttoned up each button kissing my lips with small kisses.

"Anna, how do you feel?" he asked as I tucked my shirt into my skirt.

"Like I am home for the first time in my life." I replied.

He grinned a boyish thrilled grin and leaned in and kissed me.



Dark Redemption Ch. 03



The next morning I resigned.

When my boss questioned my decision, I told him I had been offered a job at Peter's firm. They were opening up an accounting section. It was the truth. I guess my boss was disappointed because he had lost an accountant as well as a client, but I didn't care. Some weird magic was at work inside me. I had given myself over to Peter. What I did not tell my boss was that I was going to marry Peter.

That first night was without any doubt, the greatest night of my life.

After I was dressed we ordered the Chinese food. Peter asked me to relax on the couch and he poured me a glass of wine. Then, sitting by me on the couch, and with the occasional stroking of my hair, he told me the story of how I'd come to be there.

About six months earlier he had seen me in the office of another client. The way Peter always told it, he recognised me right away. He had a talent for intuition. All his life he believed that one day he would see 'his' woman and instantly 'recognise' her. He trusted his intuition and lived by it. But man does not live by intuition alone. To solidify the intuition and ground it, he had an old fashioned investigation taken out on me.

I suppose many women would be offended by this approach, but I found it strangely beautiful and comforting, in a weird way. Somehow, Peter was right. There was darkness in both of us. It took us on this strange path and I could only feel grateful that Peter seemed to know so much about all of this. I didn't understand at that time what the cost of this intuition was. Women are allowed to be intuitive as long as we don't compromise the world by imposing it. Men are allowed to be intuitive as long as they call it reason or logic. Peter was as sophisticated a man as you will find, and he was an adept at justifying his intuition. There was no question that he was disciplined. It was much later that I found out how disciplined he really was.

As he was starting to tell me what was revealed by the research, the doorbell rang and our food arrived. Peter handed me a file then moved to the door to attend the food. Two waiters from a local restaurant came in as I looked through the file. One waiter set up table for us with a tablecloth, cutlery and crockery while the other one prepared our food in the kitchenette.

As Peter was busy giving instructions I went through the file that was basically a day by day analysis of my last six months. There were pictures of me running in the mornings and on my way to yoga classes. There were photos of the weekend I spent with my parents as well as coming and going from work. There were the four dates I had gone on in that time, (all unsuccessful) as well as pictures of my light on late at night at home as I learnt about and studied up on clients files. There were lists of books I'd borrowed from libraries, DVD's borrowed, films I had attended, plays, restaurants I'd eaten in. There were even shots of my family, best friends and my pet dog 'Paris'. It was nothing more than a catalogue of my previous six months.

I felt as though I were in another world. But as I said previously, for some reason it worked. I felt comforted. Peter already knew so many things about me. And he chose me still. He wanted me so much. I did feel as though I belonged to him, and I guess that is not a desirable situation. However it was not like possession. At least not a possession that rendered me without my independent self. It was more like we were an inseparable team. For some reason, Peter even seemed to know that I would not be offended when I read this file.

Peter dismissed the two waiters with a smile and a substantial tip, and called me to join him. I ate the food with relish only then realising how hungry I was. We talked over food and wine and wondered about his oddities and what I was to make of it all. 

"You must think me so strange."

"No, I only think I am strange for being flattered and feeling safe. Do you tap into strength in me or a weakness?"

After our meal, he reached over and took my hand. I felt so good. I felt as though I had known him for years and I felt deeply known by him. There was a dire potency to our connection and everything we did operated on a difference plane. 

He looked me deep in the eye and said:

"Anna, I know this is strange, but I want you to promise to marry me tonight. I have done everything in my power to be sure of you, and I feel ready. I know I called you in only at the last possible moment, but I needed to know I could trust you with my darkness. It is a beautiful kind of darkness really, but not everyone can appreciate it. 

I know that not only can you meet it, but also you can match it. I felt it when I first saw you and there were corresponding vibrations in our souls. I know I can tell you I love you. I loved you before I knew what you looked like. I just knew that this is how it would be. So now, we are here. I want you to quit your job and set up practise with me – and I want you to marry me."

"Yes Peter, of course I will marry you." Was all I could say.

I can't explain that moment. I know it seems foolish. I have gone over it a hundred times wondering what it was that made me agree to be this man's wife under those circumstances. Even after years of a happy marriage, when we tell new friends of how we met, it sounds incredulous. It was just all there was to do. Peter and I were made for each other. It was that simple.

After I told him I would marry him, he stood and walked over to me. He lifted my hand and gently kissed the back of it, and rubbed it against his cheek, where I felt two stray tears had fallen. He pulled gently on my hand so that I was raised to my feet, and kissed me. He kissed away all my loneliness, all my fears. He drew me into him with his lips and his tongue, and from that moment on I lived inside of him.

Kissing me like that, he ran his hands down my sides and around my back to clasp my buttocks. Our kisses became more heated and fervent. I felt the urgency drive me again. Sitting with Peter through dinner had been arousing enough, but now that he had his hands intimately on my body, the warm heat was turning into a burning intensity.

"Let's go into my bedroom my love. It is time for our real love affair to begin. As husband and wife."

Holding my hand, he led me through the door far across the room from his study into a little outdoor courtyard. I hobbled across the uneven path till we came to the door of a small cottage that could not be seen from the road, nor from the office. Peter unlocked the door, and let me walk into a tastefully decorated studio apartment. In the middle was a large bed, draped with deep red velvet.

I did not get long to look around. Peter was kissing me again, and gently pushing me toward the large bed in the middle of the room. Once there, he sat me down on the end and started to unbutton my shirt again. I was fumbling with his belt. There was a fever in us, but it did not have the recklessness of our earlier lovemaking.

"Take off your clothes and get into bed darling," he said to me.

I stood and moved to one side of the bed. I removed my clothes fairly quickly and climbed in. Peter was undressing as he watched me. He moved over to the other side of the bed. He smiled at me as he slipped off his suit pants and his underpants with them. I could not help myself. My eyes dropped so that I could get a look at his long, thick penis.

"Is it to your liking Anna?" He smiled at me without a hint of shyness. I blurted and stammered that it would do very well indeed.

He slid into bed and we were both naked under the cool cotton sheets. We lay chest to chest, his erect penis pressing against my belly, my breasts mashed to his upper body. I lifted my leg and hooked it over his hip. He kissed me, and kissed me, and pressed up against me. We lay like this for some time. Kissing each other, getting familiar with each others smells and tastes. This was my new husband. Our souls knew each other, our auras were comfortable mingling, and it was just our bodies that needed to get to know the other.

Soon the heat overtook us and Peter placed his hand between my legs. He slid his middle finger up and it effortlessly moved inside of me as if my vagina was sucking it in. He massaged the walls inside me till he found my g-spot then groaning into our kisses, he massaged and applied pressure.

The feeling was incredible. An overpowering lust consumed me and I wantonly spread my legs farther apart. I slid my hand down till it covered his, and pressed his finger into me further. We stopped kissing and just lay in the intimacy, panting into each other's face.

I started to buck my hips against our two hands. I could feel an orgasm approaching. My vagina felt like it was going to swallow him whole, starting with his hand.

He suddenly pulled his hand away and moved his entire body on top of me. He raised himself up over me, supporting himself on either side of me on his elbows, with my legs still lewdly spread, he slid his penis up into me in one stroke.

The feeling was indescribable. Here we were, woman and man, striving for a kind of completeness. A unity. Our bodies yearning, our minds reaching. Peter had it first but that night in his bed I saw what went on between us also. I saw it and I dived right in. No second thoughts.

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With a deep breath, I noticed out my bedroom window, that the rain had started again. I was enjoying my moment but reality came like a mighty blow. I had seen Peter with another woman today. And he was behaving with his characteristic intimacy that always belonged to me.

Life was so different these days. We had two children now and I no longer worked full time. But in this moment, I could not think of what had been lost or what had been gained over the last nine years. I could not think about his flirting with this woman in a pub betraying those reckless promises of forever that we'd always been so proud of.

All I could think was that Peter was due home in thirty minutes, and I was filled with such a consuming hatred for him at this moment that I doubted my ability to survive it.

But I had to do something other than wallow. Over the depths of our time together, Peter had taught me his kind of strength, and at this moment in my deepest suffering, I could feel it there, cold, steely and reliable. More than ever before, I had to be strong, because I had to find out what it was that I wanted from this situation. I did not want Peter to know he'd been seen, and Peter was a difficult man to fool. He probably already sensed that things were not quite right at home tonight. Somehow I had to invent a reason for my being out of sorts if I were to protect my own interests. I needed time to lick my wounds and defend my pride.

I longed for escape, but I could not suddenly pack up and run to a friend's house, or anywhere else. Peter would find that odd. I would have to deal with him face to face tonight, and somehow hide my distress and give the performance of my life.

The help came in the form of Thomas. He walked into the bedroom and saw me lying on the bed.

"Mummy? Do you have a work headache?"

Thomas called my infrequent migraines "work headaches" because I often got them at the end of a workday. But it was the perfect idea. I would feign a desperate headache. Peter would get the kids sorted and bring me in the occasional tea, but he would probably even sleep on the fold out bed to give me the space I needed to heal. 

This was the answer.

"Yes my baby. Mummy has a rather bad work headache." 

Thomas was looking at me with a puzzled sadness in his eyes, when he heard a key in the lock and in walked his father.

"Daddy!" Thomas yelled and threw himself at Peter.

"Oh... hey there big guy. How was school today?" Said Peter swinging little Thomas into the air. 

I looked at my husband with different eyes. I kept seeing the woman that he had been nuzzling in to. He wore the clothes that he was wearing at lunch today, so I found it all too easy to remember. He was so good-looking. That was always Peter's problem. Although I had never known him to give in to advances from women before (and there were always many). I'd always seen him as sort of immune. At least I thought he was.

Peter carried Thomas into the lounge room and put him down next to his Sister. He kissed her, then said "where's your mum?"

"She has a work headache!" said Thomas thrilled to be the barer of the bad tidings.

Peter turned in the direction of our bedroom, the open door showing me lying on the bed. I wanted to cry then. To see him, so beautiful, so reliable, so connected to me, and to know that now he wanted another woman at night when I was in the bed next to him.

"Hey honey. What's up? Headache?"

"Yes." Was the best I could come out with.

He looked a little startled at the quiver in my voice.

"Is it quite bad? Do you want something? Have you taken anything for it? Can I get you something?"

And that was when I hated him so much I wanted to kill him. I wanted him to feel hurt. Badly hurt. I wanted him to suffer as I was suffering and as I knew I would suffer over the next few weeks.

"No. I think I just need some time. I need to sleep."

"Don't worry about a thing." Did I detect that he was relieved, or was I making it up? "I will get the kids sorted. How about I take them out for burgers and then when we come back I will get their homework up to date, and then they can have baths and hop into bed. Will you be ok alone for an hour or so while I take them out?"

"Yes." I said. "I will be fine."



Dark Redemption Ch. 04



The sound of the car pulling out of the driveway with Peter and the kids in it confirmed I was in the house alone. I immediately burst into tears. 

The tears slowed only when I realized I had an hour or so before they would be back in the house.

In a vain attempt to comfort myself I ran a hot bath with oils and scented powders. As the musky scents of sandalwood and cinnamon climbed up into my brain and wrapped themselves around me, I almost did feel better. I tried to stop my mind running in circles. A strength tickled at the periphery of my consciousness, trying to wake me up to some sort of possibility.

But it was short lived. 

My mind, like my husband turned on me, making the hell I created worse than the hell I had witnessed. As I took off my clothes, I turned to see myself in the mirror. My body was not what it used to be, and I was not in the mood to be kind. I felt so low I was ready to wallow in my own self-hatred. All I wanted to do was discover reasons why the perfect man for me didn't want me any more. I looked at the extra ring of fat that I had around my belly. My inner thighs had started to sag a little. The lose skin at the top of my arms. My sagging breasts. I knew intuitively that I was doing this to myself, but I wanted it. I wanted to feed off self-loathing. In my mind, it made my husband a better man.

Plus, this way I can control fixing it all. I can somehow make this about me, instead of the reality, which was it had nothing to do with me. By making it somehow my fault that my husband didn't want me, I could avoid the truth. The truth I couldn't bare. I had been shut out of the romance in my husband's life.

Somehow I had to get myself out of that dark place.

I hopped in the bath and shook my head to knock some common sense into me. It was entirely unacceptable for me to go there. If my husband did not want me any more because I was no longer young, and my body showed the transformation baring our children had forced, then I didn't want him. 

And it didn't make any sense. Peter wasn't like that. 

But then I didn't think it was like him to take a lover either. And a younger lover!

I was glad to be in the hot bath. The water floating about me was sensual and soothing. My mind started to clear. With a Socratic precision I decided to go through the facts. I had not actually seen Peter sleep with this woman. But, I had seen him kiss her, and kiss her like a lover. And I had seen him nuzzle her neck. And I saw him receive advances from her. I left them before they left the pub. Who knows where they went after they had been there? No. That sort of thinking will take me from my purpose. It was very important to focus on what I actually knew and not muddle it all with different ideas about what he gets up to when I am not looking. I had to stick to what's so.

What I knew for sure was that Peter was having some sort of a relationship with a younger woman that had an intimate sexual content and that he was keeping it from me.

That was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

I started to feel angry again, and I glanced at the clock worried I was running out of time. I realized they had been gone for about forty minutes and that it would not be too long and they would be back.

I got out of the bath and let the water run out. I toweled myself off and put my silk pajamas on, all the time trying to keep it straight in my head about what I knew was so. Letting myself move into any other area while this was fresh would be destructive to my ability to remain lucid. And that felt like the most important thing in the world at the moment.

The next crucial question here was how did I feel about all of this? Did I still love my husband? Had he wiped out years of marriage in just one afternoon? Could I ever come back from this place?

I didn't know much that night, but I did know that I wouldn't be logical enough to make that decision. The desire to inflict pain on him was the strongest feeling I had at the moment. I wanted him to be hurt as I was. I wanted him to feel what it was like to love and then lose in one swift moment, just as I had to endure that day. I wanted it to hurt him deeply.

Something in me clicked over. I took comfort in that thought. It was like a smooth balm on my aching soul. I hurt so much; I had loved Peter so terribly much. And now I couldn't be sure of it anymore. 

The only person who could actually take it away had stolen it from me. 

And I wanted him to suffer for it. I wanted him to know what it was like to lose me. To be sure of me one minute and unexpectedly wrong about me the next.

I hung up my towel again and I snuggled back down into my bed. I was so warm and I should have felt so comfortable where I was. It was one of my favorite things to hop out of a hot bath and snuggle into a cool bed. But not tonight. Tonight I had a sickness in the pit of my stomach that wouldn't go away. And if I let it, it would spread over my whole body. There was no comfort and no escape from what I knew. 

I closed my eyes, and felt the beginnings of a headache coming on. I would probably get a migraine out of this, and then I would be telling the truth. 

At least one of us would.

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After that first night together, when Peter had proposed to me, we were almost never apart. At my insistence I didn't move in with him right away. I was still marginally sensible and I feared drowning in him. Never before had I felt such a connection, such an intuitive, intimate way of being known. And a piece of me was afraid. It was not a fear of losing Peter; it was a fear of finding myself. He spoke to a dark place in me that I knew existed but felt I was keeping successfully under control.

Besides the immediacy and the unusualness of our connection there was no evidence for this except what was happening to me. I seemed to be opening up like a flower. Ripe fruit. Our lovemaking had stayed fairly tame. None of the commanding presence that I had experienced on the first night came up again for quite a few weeks. 

We separated out one of the spare rooms and Peter decorated it in gold and maroon, with lush carpeting and patterned wallpaper. There were magnificent indoor trees and a corner green house with thriving orchids. It was the most beautiful room I had ever seen, and it was given to me with love and respect.

Immediately, most of Peter's clients took me on as their accountant. I was terribly busy all the time, and organized another accountant to come in to help me a few days a week. Peter had a paralegal and we arranged for them both to come in on the same day, so that the days when they were not there we were both alone. I was making more money than I had ever made in my life before, with my own practice. The work was challenging, but I was up to it, and soon developed a reputation as an excellent accountant.

Word spread fast that Peter had taken me on. At first it was gossip but Peter taught me how to handle that. It didn't take me long to realize why he lived such a reclusive lifestyle. It wasn't that he was in the public eye; it was just that he was very heavily sought after in his own profession. Not just by clients. Law firms and other professional institutions trolled him constantly. As well as professionals, women and men who wanted him to be their lover pursued him. I had no idea that a life like that existed. But it soon came my way, when I came out of my home one day to find a person I did not know going through my letterbox. I was appalled and threatened to call the police, but Peter taught me how to understand these things, and manage them so that they didn't interfere with our life.

Peter taught me, as we went along, how to handle all of it. Life for him was like being a non-famous celebrity. I soon found that if I got anything at work wrong there was someone somewhere to come down on me in an industry journal or an e-mail circulation. Peter taught me how to make sure that errors didn't happen anymore, and how to account for the way people would be. We worked on our intuition, and he taught me how to trust it, how to feel it, and how to let things flow through me. This helped me make excellent judgments in my work, but it also helped me work out whom I could trust. 

Then, one Friday, I hadn't seen Peter for the first few hours of the morning. It was not like him to not be at the office, although he had no clients that day in the morning. I stopped by at the cottage, but it was characteristically pristine and the bed looked like he hadn't slept in it, which was how Peter left his bed every morning. I called his mobile but it was off. It was hard to know what was going on.

He turned up at work at about eleven in the morning, and came directly to my office. I was alone, and he came over to me behind my desk, and leaned down to where I sat and kissed me hard on the mouth.

"Do you love me?" He asked?

"Yes darling. Of course. More than anything." I was puzzled about where he had been all morning, but I wanted to hear what he had to say before I asked him what was going on.

"I have a surprise for you tonight. It will be the beginning of an important part of our new life together. But I want to know that you trust me and that you will go through this with me, so that I can take you to the place I want to take you."

I was puzzled; this strange crawling feeling started up in the pit of my stomach. I looked up from my chair into his beautiful eyes. Fear mingled with anxiety spread through me, but I was wet between my legs. Something in him was waking that part of me up again. I think it was what he was asking of me, but it was hard to be sure. He wanted to go to that place inside of me, but I needed to trust him. Did I trust him? I had no idea what he was going to. What if it was something I feared? Did I trust him?

"Yes Peter. I trust you. You can take me anywhere that you want."

The look in his eye at that moment surprised me greatly. I expected pride, or triumph, or even a cheeky wicked grin, but he looked at me with such overwhelming love that tears sprang into my eyes. He knelt before me, and buried his face into my lap. Into my lap he mumbled, "I won't let you down. I promise you, I won't let you down."

He stayed there for another minute then stood up in front of me. The look in his eye had gone and it was replaced with the cheeky one I had expected.

"Anna, I will come and get you at five this afternoon, and I want us to have a drink together at the cottage. Friday night you sleep with me, so I expect you have your belongings with you. At four I want you to get them from the boot of your car and take them to the cottage so that there is no reason for you to be distracted from five. Do you understand everything that I have told you?"

"Yes Peter." I replied which was not exactly the truth because there were things I still didn't understand. However, in terms of the instruction, it was clear enough.

He smiled at me warmly, then turned around and left the room.

I looked down at my work, but it was swimming in front of me. I was terribly excited, but it was sort of appalling. Filled with all kinds of questions and I was wondering how in earth I was going to be able to get successfully all the way through to 4pm without completely falling apart.

What did Peter have planned for me?

I walked to the kitchenette to get coffee. Peter was in his office with the door shut, because he had a client with him. I walked past our secretary and smiled vaguely at her. In the kitchen, I poured myself a coffee from the percolator and added milk methodically. Putting the coffee down on the bench, I smoothed my skirt. "Two can play this game." I thought. "The idea is that I am not going to be able to concentrate. I'm supposed to fall apart with anticipation. Well, I won't. I will prove to him that I am just as disciplined and creative as him, and I will use my time wisely to get my work done." 

I picked up my coffee and headed back to my little office, walking taller and straighter than I had before. In my office, the Chalmers file was glaring at me from the desk, the figures of their annual investments floating around the page like little dancing voodoo dolls, giggling and pointing at my futile efforts of control. My vagina was aching. With each throb I remembered that at five this afternoon something terribly exciting was going to happen to me, and I had no idea what it was. Then I would banish the thought and look down again at the figures, which seemed to know more about what was going on than I did.

I knew better than to run to the bathroom for some light relief. That would never work. I looked over at my yawning laptop and decided it would be suicide to get on to the net. I would end up looking at something I was not supposed to and lose almost all the day. I should really go for a walk, I could hardly charge a client for this state of mind, but just the thought of the look on his face as he heard me sneak out the door was enough to keep me where I sat. No! I was going to beat this... somehow.

Giving my head a good shake, I took a deep breath, glanced at the clock on the wall that screamed mid day, and got to the work in front of me.



Dark Redemption Ch. 05



Four finally came around. Exhausted, I'd dissolved into a big ball of compliance. Wrestling with myself for four hours solid had proven more difficult than I thought and I'd virtually caved in. The disorienting ache between my legs hadn't subsided through the day. The inner civil war raging inside spent every defense I had available. My sex was winning. It was that simple. Reduced to a lust filled fiend of some sort, the foolishness wasn't lost on me. 

I'd conceded defeat emotionally to Peter over an hour ago. It didn't matter any more. His hands on me formed my only desire. I wanted his penis inside of me. Not gently. No, I was way past that point. I wanted him to ravage me. To take me mercilessly, and use me in every way he needed. No gentle approach, no sweet words, no soft understanding. I had been reduced to something beyond that. I had become the thing I feared. I had become a slut. I was such a slave to my desire, that I even took comfort in the filthy names of wanton women. Even my complacency didn't frighten me.

Even through this, I managed to work. I'd abandoned the Chalmers research about one-thirty and had moved to some "in tray" work that had been turning itself into a mound over the last few days. In this state of mind, I was only trustworthy with admin. It meant replacing the hours on Saturday, but Saturday was aright. I will have experienced release and can return to my obligations.

Watching the clock as it almost ticked backwards, somehow it finally made its way to four. Leaping like a fool, I toppled over an empty glass in my enthusiasm. A vague self-consciousness whispered in my ear and was dismissed when I realized he probably heard the glass fall. No longer worried about playing the fool, I was beyond caring about my own humiliation. Peter was right. He did reach to a dark place in side of me. I'd become a vortex trying to get his tendrils in that place.

I walked directly to my car, and opened the boot. My little round carry bag, innocently packed this morning, smiled up at me. It held clothes for tomorrow, and now I realized I'd work in my civvies. I had not thought about a business suit for Saturday. But the foreign demon called from my body was unknown to me this morning. I didn't even know this beast lived within me.

Thank god I had my black lace suspenders and matching bra and panties that Peter had bought me a few weeks ago. It was a gorgeous outfit, and I looked like a goddess in it. If he needed it, I'd wear that. For me, all I wanted was my skirt hiked and his thrusting. Everything else was a distraction.

I walked to the cottage and using the gold colored key on the maroon key ring Peter had given me, I opened the door. No Peter, but a note on the bed. I walked over to it.

"Hello Anna. You are a good girl to do exactly as you were told. And right on four too? You must feel anxious by now, if anxious is the word for what is going on between your legs. Put the bag at the foot of the bed. After that I want you to turn around and go to your office. 

Wait for me.

Peter."

His recognition, although unsurprising, made me weak with desire. He was dragging this hidden creature into the moonlight. He'd planned it all. He knew I'd be putty in his hands at this point. 

I put my bag on the floor, and with a heavy heart turned away from the beautiful bed and walked through the door. Locking it behind me, I walked into the main foyer of our office. Our secretary was gone. Peter must have dismissed her early today. I walked past her empty desk to my office door. Pushing it open, I jumped to see Peter siting at my desk. Smiling.

"Hello Anna. I am not officially coming for you till five, but I wanted to check on you first. Is it uncomfortable? I want you to tell me how it feels."

As he spoke I was flooded with desire. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. My vagina was dripping and my nipples ached from the hardness. I was hot and flushed, fever descending like a fog. I blinked through the haze of my own lust, faint with desire. I couldn't speak. But I didn't want to disappoint him for fear of not getting what I needed so very badly.

"I feel desperate. I want you. I want you so badly I am not even sure that having you inside of me is enough."

"Good. That is perfect. However, maybe I'm not enough. Maybe you do need more. After all, you are the most sexually intense woman I've ever known. But you hide so much of it. I want you to teach me how to handle all of you. I am all you will ever need, but I want all of you here to tell me that."

"You are all I will ever need."

"No, that is not enough my love. You don't really know that. I want to set the darkest part of you free, but I have to know that you and I belong to each other. That no one will ever come between us. I need your free, alive sexual darkness to tell me that I am all you will ever need."

Even though I listened comprehension was out of reach. It made no sense to me. Of course he was all I ever want. What was he talking about?

Peter stood behind my desk. "Walk over here to me Anna."

I walked over to him, and leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away. In stead he moved to my side. The heat of his body licked at me through his clothes he was standing so close to me. He was close but he didn't reach for me. The tension was making my body throb. He leaned in and whispered in my ear:

"You want me so much don't you? You want me to bend you over and just fuck you like a whore. But I am not going to Anna. You are not my whore. You are my future wife. And I need to know that the slut whore inside of you loves me too. That she is faithful to me. I need to give you everything so that I am sure you will always choose me."

He placed the flat of his hand on my backside, and gently squeezed one cheek of my ass. Oh god, the release of finally having his hand on me. I slightly pressed into it, and he took it away. 

"Not yet my beautiful bride. Soon though. Sit in the chair Anna."

I sat as he'd directed, and he walked behind me. He stood for a few minutes. 

"Anna, I have sent the secretary home early. I want you to know that the doors are locked and that you are very safe. I'm here, and everything is working according to a plan that I have in mind. You are free to let yourself have every experience I am bringing to you. I want you to just let yourself go."

I was slightly confused, but the arousal veiled any desire for clarification. The strongest sensation was the need for some kind of release. 

Standing behind me, Peter leaned forward with a black silk scarf in his hand. He pulled it tight in front of me and placed it gently over my eyes. He ran it around my head and tied it with a sharp tug, jerking my head. It sat on me very heavily, almost pulling my eyes into my skull. Even though it didn't hurt, I couldn't open my eyes. Immediately I knew they were forced shut, I wanted to open them.

"Leave the scarf Anna. I know it is tight and that may feel a little awkward, but you are safe and you are with me, so trust me."

My heart was racing. I'd never done anything like this before, and had always been a little scared to give it a go. It sent my pulse through the roof. The world hid itself behind the scarf from me, as if in conspiracy with him.

"Stand Anna." Peter told me.

I stood, and heard my chair moved away. From behind, Peter turned me so that I was facing my desk, and bent me over it. The thrill trembled through me. This was what I wanted. What I needed. I wanted him inside me so much. He pulled my tight pencil skirt so that it was hunched around my hips. I wore a beige suspender belt, and matching beige panties and bra that day. It was pure delight knowing that the sight must excite Peter, and I was getting hot thinking about what that must look like for him from behind. 

Peter slid his hands on to my ass, and ran his fingers under the suspender belt and gripped my panties at the top of the elastic. He pulled them curling over my buttock, tugging lightly as they peeled away from my dripping vagina. He dragged them toward my feet. The wet panties licked their way thigh to ankle as he removed them. Crouching behind me, he lifted each leg to get them off me. I heard them land to my left. He must have tossed them aside.

"Spread your legs wide my little Anna.'' He said.

I did what he asked. Spreading my legs wide, I imagined what it must look like to him, squatting behind me on the floor, his face directly at my vagina. The cool air whispered and swirled between my legs and floated off, filling the room with the scent of my arousal. It was like the smell of the rich dark earth after a rainstorm. My dripping, aching vagina, the center of the universe. I heard Peter give a slight gasp, but he didn't touch me. 

He stood abruptly. "It is four -- forty five Anna. I told you we'd start at five. I am going to leave you here for just a few minutes, while I prepare the rest of our evening."

He leaned over me, and guiding me by my shoulders, pulled me into standing position. My tight skirt did not fall, but stayed hunched over my hips. My vagina was a little dryer now, because of the cool air and because I had something to focus on hunched over the desk. Peter sat me in the chair. He positioned it carefully in front of the desk, putting the breaks on, preventing movement. He lifted my left leg, and placed my high heel against the flat of the desk. He moved my right leg, spread apart from the left, and placed the heel against the flat of the desk. The vision in my minds eye had me starring in my own porn flick, my legs spread behind my desk, and my skirt hiked high on my hips, blindfolded. Like the slut he had let escape. A lust filled woman who needed fucking so badly that she had no more inhibitions, no more moral goodness, and no more powers of lucid decision. Just the ever-present aching wetness between her legs.

Peter took my hands and pulled them gently behind the chair, and clasped them together. They fit comfortably, if a little awkward. Tape was pulled roughly from its role, and I knew what was going to happen. He wrapped the tape around my hands. It pulled on little hairs, but mostly it just held my clasped hands together behind me. It was not entirely unpleasant, but it did not feel great either. I just stayed still. Wondering what was going to happen.

I heard some fumbling at the desk, and soon ropes slithered around my left ankle. This was unsettling, because I did not want to twist into some strange position making me uncomfortable. I shuffled nervously in my seat.

"Anna, I am here and I know what I am doing. You don't need to worry my little plaything. You are very safe and I am not going to hurt you. I just need you to stay in the position that I put you in."

A rope was tied around my right ankle and pulled very tight. My feet pulled hard against the desk, preventing escape. My high heels were flat against the desk draws supporting me into relaxation. I thought again of how I must look as the sap rose from deep in my trunk.

"There. That's how I want you little one. You look beautiful. You look like you want me to fuck you... hard so that you will never forget it. And I will my darling. I will. As soon as we have had our fun, I will."

I heard the door close, and he was gone. 



Dark Redemption Ch. 06



Lying in bed I heard the front door open as the family came rushing in. 

"Shhh, quiet little ones. Mummy may still be asleep." Peter's voice sounded overly concerned.

My heart lurched at the sound of his voice. That voice that had taught me so much. That voice that had taken me to places that doubted I would ever be able to get to again. 

I loved him so much. In just a few hours that love was a twisted dark thing. As soon as the love entered me, it gave way to that raging hatred that comforted and hurt at the same time. 

I wanted to find a way to make him suffer for doing this to me. I would find a way to make him pay.

I heard him take the kids into the kitchen, preparing them hot chocolates. They must be tired. The hot chocolate trick came out when they were drowsy. It helped get them to sleep. The warm bath worked well also. Just as I loved my hot baths, my children loved theirs. Sure enough I heard the water in the bathroom running, and I knew that Peter worked our strategies to get them to bed. Our strategies we'd devised together. 

It could only have been about eight at night, at the latest. Peter must be tired, I thought sarcastically. It must be such a trial for him to have the burden of family these days.

Soon I heard a tiptoe into the dark room. I held my breath.

"Anna. Anna? I saw that you had a bath while we were out. How are you feeling honey?"

"Sore. I am really sore. And I feel sick." Without throwing up, that reply was the best I could manage.

"Do you need anything love? Can I take you to a doctor or something?"

"Just leave me alone." I said more unkindly than I intended. 

I remembered that I had to behave myself till I knew more. I rolled over to my back so that he could see a little of my face in the reflected light.

"I'm sorry darling. I'm just so tired. So very tired and sore. I'm not thinking straight. I don't want to go. I think I'll be ok. I really need to sleep."

Peter smiled and moved over to me. He gently tucked the sheets in around me and leaned in and kissed my forehead.

"Darling, I'll sleep on the fold out tonight. I won't open the door again. If you need me, just call my name and I'll come running for you. I'll get the kids into bed. They're exhausted anyway. I'll watch a film or something. I could use an early night myself. Love you."

And with that the door closed and I was alone with my thoughts again. At first the bitterness overwhelmed me. Of course he didn't want to sleep with me tonight. The guilt alone must be paralyzing. 

In my minds eyes I saw him with her again, in the window of that pub, kissing her, the same look of lust in his eyes that had always been reserved for me. This image kept the anger high and I lost any creeping warmth that might have moved over me. I had to remember who he was now. Who he'd become to me. Like I'm in some sort of training. I had to stay focussed on what he'd done to me, but in a way that didn't paralyze me or send me crashing in on myself. I'd never been as strong as Peter and now was the time to use all the training he had given me against him. I had to be the stronger one.

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I'd sat for what seemed like hours but I am sure was only fifteen minutes or so. The way I sat had me lewd and disgusting. I had bizarre fantasies that Peter went for some supplies and left the door unlocked and our secretary or a client would come in. They'd walk in on me. Exposed. My inner darkness revealed. Wantonly tied and spread, my vagina on display for anyone to see, dripping like a bitch on heat. Imagine how THAT would look in the trade journals!

These images alternatively sent fear into me, and also an excitement that shot little electrical currents between my vagina, the top of my womb and my nipples. They crashed into me like waves. I swung from these ideas to a growing discomfort in the time that Peter remained absent. I still wanted him to fuck me mercilessly, but now other feelings came into play. A kind of acceptance of the situation. Similar to the resignation that grew earlier. I had to wait. And I wanted to do that very well.

Soon I heard footsteps in the hall, and the door opened. I knew intuitively it was Peter, but the state I was in told me it might be anyone. This idea appalled me intellectually, but my body thrilled to it. As had happened countless times that day, my body took over from my mind and I became its slave.

The footsteps arrived beside me, and I smelt Peter's cologne. He put a hand on my shoulder and bent to whisper in my ear.

"Trust me my little dark angel. I am reaching inside of you and claiming every piece of you tonight. Especially the parts of you that you fear, that you don't know, that you don't understand. I want and need all of them."

He leaned across and kissed me hard on the mouth. He slid his hands behind me and tilted me further forward on the chair. My pussy pushed higher and more open, and my anus well exposed.

Peter moved his hands again to my shoulders as he kissed me again. I ached for him. The exposure aroused me and my obsession rested with of one of his fingers sliding in and out of me. He took one hand away and moved the other to unbutton my blouse at the front. Soon what I'd wanted all day came to be. He slid his finger into me, in one go. Straight into my vagina. And slowly, as he kissed me, his finger pumped.

"How does it feel, little tramp? Is it good?'

"Ohhhh.. yes...." I gasped at him. With my legs spread so wide and my knees bent I tried to buck against his finger, but the angle prevented me. I was forced to passively receive his ministrations.

Peter leaned in to kiss me again, and placed both hands hard on either side of my head. He thrust his tongue hard into me, and held my head hard between his hands. 

Then I realized why. 

If Peters hands here holding my head, whose finger pumped my hungry pussy?

Just at that moment, a mouth covered my vagina completely. I jumped, but Peter held me and kissed me. The realization horrified me, but the lightning pouring through me took away any feeling of danger, or being compromised. 

The expert mouth on my lower lips kissed me like my vagina was a hot wet mouth. The tongue deeply exploring, the lips meeting my vaginal lips and pushing me wider open. All of this time Peter matched it with his kisses, hard, forcing my mouth wider open, his tongue pressing deep into me, matching the deep kissing in my nether mouth. Sensations swept me up over the storm, and I came, hard and unapologetically.

Peter tore my shirt open at the front, all the while kissing me. In the languid aftermath of my orgasm, the mouth between my legs sucked and lapped all the juice dripping from me. The very long tongue snaked into me hungry for all the thick slimy wetness it found.

I moaned. Another orgasm approached. Relentless, this had the momentum of an oncoming train. The mouth over my vagina pulled away slightly, so that the tongue slithered its way over my clitoris. It ran small circles, dripping saliva all over me, so that I could feel it run down my parted lips to pool at the indent of my anus, and below it into the chair.

Peter still kissed me, and had my breasts exposed now. He pulled away for a second, saying in a hoarse voice "make her cum again" then returned, pushing his face on to mine and kissing me hard. He yanked roughly on my nipples. The pain bolted through me but left me undisturbed. Somehow it connected deep in my womb as if pain and pleasure became one inside me.

As the slithery tongue suctioned on my clitoris it sucked my orgasm out from my depths. The cum built and I groaned inwardly. The expert mouth lapped big wet gulps at the upper part of my vagina as the tongue slipped over and over my clitoris. Two fingers slid into my vagina, twisting themselves around. One found my g-spot and pressed gently into the little rough patch. The fingers pulled out for just a second, and plunged back, this time one stretching into my anus.

I jumped hard. I had never had anything in my ass before, and it caught me by surprise. Lewdly, because of my state, it brought on my orgasm, the fingers pumping hard as the tongue lolled over my clit.

"Oh yes my beautiful Anna, " whispered Peter in my ear. "Look at you. You are cumming everywhere again; with some person you don't know sucking your clit and jamming fingers into your vagina and ass. You are wild. You need it so bad don't you my baby. Cum for me Anna. Cum all over this person for me. I want to see you writhe and scream. I want every dark unearthly part of you."

I couldn't hold it any longer, and I exploded again, all over the face of the person between my legs. The fingers pulled out and the tongue left my clit to explore deep into my vagina again. Two fingers spread my vaginal lips apart so that the tongue moved deeper into me to draw the clear hot spending's from my insides. It sucked and sucked while I lay, panting. It collected all of it. 

The mouth and the fingers moved away. "Prrrrrrrrrrrrr..." I heard a woman's voice purring softly like a cat. Then nothing.

I heard Peter get up and close the door.

He returned to me. He lifted the blindfold off me, to look deep into my post orgasmic eyes. He leaned in and kissed me gently. We were alone in the room.

"Anna, that was a very intense experience, and I don't think you will be in a very strong state of mind just now. I don't want you to speak. I am going to take care of you. We can talk about what happened to you a little later. Right now I want to look after you."

I stared at him from the other side of the fog that surrounded me. He was right. Disorientation affected my vision. I was so far away from lucid. Lost in a tangle of feelings and eroticism that I did not know what to do with yet.

Peter kissed me gently and untied the very complicated rope around my high heels and my legs. He carefully planted each of my legs on the ground, and sat on the floor and took my heels off me. He stood and moved around the chair and with a pair of scissors cut the tape on my hands. 

"This may hurt just a little darling," he said as he pulled hard on the tape and it tore away from my skin in a stinging rush. My hands tingled where the tape had been, and I let my arms just flop. Exhaustion crept over me.

He stood in front of me. With my skirt still raised, I slumped forward in the chair. My hands hung loosely on either side.

"Darling, I'm going to carry you to the cottage, but I need to ask you to stand first." 

His voice came from a long way so I could hardly hear him. He took my arms and pulled me to my feet. giddiness swelled as though I was going to fall backwards, but Peter took control and lifted me effortlessly off my feet. I nuzzled into him, as he carried me out of the office, down the corridor, through his office, past the little alcove that connected the cottage, and into the cottage. 

We headed straight for the bathroom where he shut the door. A large deep bath filled with steamy hot water waited for me. I didn't ask how this happened; I just wanted to be in it. My vagina ached and wetness dripped all over the tops of my thighs. My nipples hurt. The overwhelming nature of the situation had me lost and confused.

But deeply content also.

Peter unzipped my skirt as I stood and pushed it down. He unclipped my stockings from their belt, and unhooked the belt. He took off his suit coat and his tie, and put them on the chair over my clothes. He lifted each of my legs and stepped me out of each stocking and my skirt. He pulled my blouse off my shoulders and unhooked my bra.

Holding my hand he told me to stand in the bath. It's heat licked at me. I put my first toe into the steamy water. It's temperature stood just on the edge of bearable. He pushed my foot into the water, and helped me with my balance as I lifted my other leg in. Foamy bubbles popped all over the place and it smelled strongly of hot Moroccan spices, and warm sand. I relaxed. 

Peter rolled his shirtsleeves, and took a large sponge. He filled it with water and ran it over my shoulders, letting all the water run over my body in ripples across my skin. He washed me this way very carefully, dabbing at my breasts, and running the sponge full of hot water between my legs. When I was clean, he told me to sit. As I did, the water came above my breasts. It comforted with its warmth, and smelled so good, I found myself deeply relaxed.

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I jolted awake to hear a small series of beeps. The dreams occurred as so happy and remembering the early days with Peter, for a small second I forgot where I was. I could see by the clock on the bedside table how late in the evening it was, and true to his promise, Peter had not come to bed. I couldn't work out what had woken me, until I heard it again. Two shrill beeps breaking the night air. I recognized that noise. At twelve thirty at night, Peter was in the other room receiving text messages.



Dark Redemption Ch. 07



I woke realizing I'd overslept.

Peter's side of the bed remained in tact. He'd stayed in the other room all night. The grinding in my belly told me I was right. The truth loves me. It finds me and whispers in my ears.

A glance at the clock told me it was ten thirty. Shit! Work, kids to school... I bolted only to see a note next to me on Peter's side of the bed.

"Darling, I thought you needed the sleep in. I'm taking the kids to school and have rung downstairs to tell them you are sick and I've left you in bed. Take the day and sleep! You'll feel better for it.

P."

That was nice I thought ironically. Cheating on me seems to suit Peter. It makes him such a nice husband.

All the feeling came crashing in on me. Not twenty-four hours had gone by since my world completely turned upside down. And it was not even twenty-four hours since it was perfect.

Well, sort of perfect...

The days of wild sex and untamed discoveries were past. Peter and I settled into the domestic life when we discovered I was pregnant with Jane. It wasn't a planned pregnancy and it wasn't even something that we had talked about strangely. Pregnancy wasn't our style. 

Our lives filled to the brim with each other. So concerned with the business of getting deeper and deeper into each other were we, that another person hadn't occurred to us at all. Not our own family, nor a new one that we could potentially start together. We visited with our own families a little, but they lived far away, which was convenient. We only had to include the love of others in our world at Christmas time. Peter and I were obsessed with each other. And that was just fine for us.

I was so out of touch with the idea of us having a family that pregnancy came as a complete shock to me. That trip to the doctor because I felt 'strange', not sick but weird, was meant to be routine, and because my period was two weeks late. Even with those tell tale signs I had nothing in my mind that told me pregnancy. 

But there it was. I had fallen pregnant to Peter.

When I came home and told Peter, he was euphoric. I wasn't sure about keeping the baby, but he said that it had been given to us and we must care for it. I agreed, although hesitant. I was uncomfortable about doing it without planning, but when I sat and gave it some thought there wasn't much to do. In retrospect I think I feared losing the world that meant so much to me.

We'd been married now for three years and we lived together in the cottage. We had plenty of money and because I ran my own practice, I'd easily hire a small team of accountants and therefore keep my job and keep earning. Together we saw me in the office one day a week for the morning meetings at first and slowly blend my way back in, as the child grew.

My distress started when I noticed the cottage was too small, and other premises needed to be found. The best solution was a large warehouse that was for sale in our street. The lower floor could easily be converted into our offices, with room for our little home on the upper floors. Even though the space was perfect for our art and collectibles the foreboding cloud never left me.

Peter was thrilled. He loved the idea of decorating the warehouse. He had such a passion for interior design I'd become roped into it long ago. Now, together we threw ourselves into the project of designing our new house. I found that I was five weeks pregnant, and seeing as the baby was due in just under eight months time, we had to get going on the whole idea. We purchased the building, and prepared the other one for sale.

If Peter leapt into this with disoriented enthusiasm, I did it with quiet resolve. I looked at our little love nest and I was horrified at the thought of someone else living in that space. That space where so much happened to me. Where one of the greatest love affairs of all time (as far as I was concerned) was being played out day by day, through lust, passion, hard work, personal challenge and deep committed love. I wasn't so excited about the idea of letting go of that and moving on to the next stage. Strangely, I felt resentful of the little soul in side of me. I didn't want it to disrupt my precious life.

I talked with Peter about my fears. He laughed them off, telling me that my hormones will play all kinds of tricks on me over the next few months. This wasn't like Peter at all and I wondered if my hormones would be playing tricks with him as well. Hurt at first at the fact that he couldn't share my concerns, after a few months, I grew to ignore my instinctive feelings and just played along with him.

We busied ourselves building our nest together. But lots of things were changing. It was not just that we had a new house now. Peter changed his decorating habits as well. Before we had lush tapestries on the walls, thick carpets in different shades of red, and huge fat green indoor plants that threatened to take over everything, as if they were sucking a thrilling life force out of the air. Now Peter wanted cool ceramic tile, and soft colored walls. He wanted gentle clear down lights and sensible furniture with no hard corners. I loved our lush fabrics, our shadowy corners, our working order antiques. Stoically I helped Peter, and together we packed away the trinkets of our erotic life and embraced the sensible family one.

What really frightened me was that over the months, our love life changed dramatically. Before I was pregnant, we were equals in our sex life. Peter played the dominant with me, but it was my beast that set us both on fire. My darkness was crucial to our love affair, it being the inspiration that fed the love and lust. As my belly grew, Peter became gentler with me. Warmer. I tried one night to excite him into erotic play with my pregnancy and he lost his erection. The person growing inside of me was turning me into a wife.

At this point, I stopped him.

"Peter. We have to talk."

He was lying on his back, clearly troubled by the whole situation.

"I know what you're going to say."

"You are turning me into a mother! Soon you won't be able to have sex with me at all. What are we going to do about this?"

"I can't treat you like a sex object when our baby is growing in you. Can you understand that?" 

"Yes. But it doesn't mean I accept it. I'm not this baby. I'm your wife. I'm separate from the baby. I know that it's in me, but even at this stage, our child has to leave the room and give us time alone together."

"But my Anna, can you see? It hasn't left the room. It can't. It's in your belly."

"It may be in my belly, but our problem is in your head, and you can't get it out. I'm becoming the mother of our child, but I don't want to stop being your desirable wife."

I could feel the distress rising in me. I wanted to cry. Why was this so hard? Was he right? What was wrong with me?

"Anna, the people that we were have to step aside for a while. We can get them some other day, but just for now, I have to learn how to be a good 'Daddy', and you have to learn how to be a good 'Mummy'. We have got to do it. I know that it's hard, but we have to make this work for our child."

That was the moment that I realized he struggled also. I knew Peter so well, and I should've seen that his enthusiasm was hiding his own deep fear. Neither of us was ready for this, and my wailing was tapping into the very thing that we were both trying to confront. That night, Peter convinced me that I had to let go of the woman he'd called forth in me, and I had to be someone different. I had to put away the selfish life, and put another person ahead of me for the first time.

Five months after that night, I gave birth to Jane. I spent three nights in the hospital, and Peter, fussing and braying over us both, brought us home to the huge converted warehouse that we had almost completed. 

As we rode the elevator to the second floor, Peter leaned over the little baby I was holding and kissed me on the lips. He leaned back and smiled into my eyes, tears welling in his own. I smiled as he leaned down and kissed the forehead of the sleeping infant in my arms. I looked at Peter, but the doors of the elevator opened and he'd stepped out. I ignored the soft ache between my legs.

That night Jane slept well in her cot and every night from then on. She was a wonderful baby, thank god, because Peter and I suddenly knew nothing about anything. We stumbled through our first few months in fear and trepidation. Jane only woke a few times in the night and I breast-fed her, sitting up in the bed next to Peter. 

I found that breast-feeding was arousing, but I never told Peter that. We had stopped communicating about those kinds of things, because we had no answers and it had become frustrating that we didn't know what to do. I got embarrassed like I used to so many years ago of the way that my body inappropriately responded to the strangest stimuli. Breast-feeding my girl child was not the time to want sex with my husband. I knew, because I had evidence, that it would have freaked Peter entirely.

When Jane was nine months old, exactly four weeks after my birthday (the night I had sex with Peter) I found that I was pregnant with Thomas. 

This time was completely different to the last. This time it was planned. We decided that two, close together was what we wanted. That way I could get to work for good when they were in school and they'd have each other for comfort also. I was four months into this pregnancy when we found out at the doctors together, with little Jane in Peter's arms, that we were going to have a boy. It was perfect. It was all just as perfect as could be. Peter was ecstatic, and we decided to put some walls in the open plan house to create separate little spaces for the children, by way of a nesting project for Thomas' arrival.

By this stage, so much had happened that I was not living in the throws of denial or even of disappointment. I just worked hard with Peter on the house and on making our lives wonderful for our children. Even little Jane helped us with some painting and plastering, and it all seemed so nice.

Thomas was born with a little more trouble than my first pregnancy and so we stayed in the hospital for a few more days than I had with Jane. Peter and Jane visited us each night, and went home again. Peter closed the practice for six weeks while we got ourselves sorted. But it was all going very well, and he was only working downstairs anyway. We were so happy and I was coping so well that we opened the practice after just three weeks, and Peter went to work. At the six weeks point, I got the accountants in, and Peter took Monday's off, so that I could go down for my meetings with my little staff and see how my practice was doing.

I almost never felt the ache between my legs anymore. Peter didn't even have an erection in the mornings, a thing I thought I could rely upon forever. Sex between us was warm, comforting and rare and usually ended in a loving kiss and an exhausted slumber. But we had each other and we had our kids. And that was what mattered now. As far as I was concerned that is what he had wanted when we first found that I was pregnant. That was the state we were aiming for.

And that was pretty much how it floated along for the last six years. The kids now in school, and Peter and I domesticated and happy.

Oh, except for that small detail about his having a taken a lover behind my back. 

I guess officially I couldn't call him happy anymore.



Dark Redemption Ch. 08



I knew enough to realize I'd used my memories of Peter and I to shield myself from the horrible truth. I had the day to myself, accompanied only by the listlessness of a kind of depression seeping in over me, and I saw the day speeding away. I wanted comfort so badly. 

I wanted to buy a big packet of chocolate and go and see a film. Get away from everything.

But, I had a great deal of self control these days. I'm not the bumbling little "package of automated response" Peter first got to know. I had learned about myself in the years I spent with Peter, and I had developed my intuition. 

A lot of that switched off while we had the children. Now I saw the mistake. Peter and I had no way of associating the kind of people we are, with raising a family and rather than finding a way to make it work, we tried to change ourselves into the kind of people who can raise a family. At least the kind we thought ought to raise a family.

I saw, with the starkest of all realities, it didn't work. I had no idea why Peter considered cheating on me, but this betrayal went deep. It spat on all my efforts to close off the erotic woman. He'd asked me to shut down the potent side of myself for the sake of the children. I suspected also because he couldn't handle that side of me while we had the kids. When I do shut her down, he took stimulus elsewhere.

This is the biggest betrayal. 

And it filled me with rage. A rage wanting revenge.

I know I need my inner potent woman again. Besides my fear she may be dead all together, I needed her for myself. I so badly want to sink into depression, it's going to take everything I have in me to avoid that indulgence. I ached for the stronger part of me to emerge and protect me.

And Peter? I no longer cared he might be concerned about that part of me. He had betrayed what we'd built and I no longer trusted his advice on how to manage the situation. 

Instead, I wanted him to have the experience of betrayal. I wanted him to know what it's like to lose a thing he loved.

However, he appeared unmoved by the threat of the loss of me – he already risked everything. I knew he be keeping the affair from me so he did not lose his wife and kids, but risking it all didn't bother him. So he playing with fire and his subconscious took him to places he wouldn't normally go.

And of course in all of this my children had to be protected. I don't want a situation where they might suffer. I didn't want them to see their parents get divorced. I wanted to be sure of no painful moments for them as I got all of this sorted for myself. My kids were not going to partake of the pain I am determined to inflict upon my husband.

Even amidst the rambling chaotic fury in my mind, I knew I wouldn't hurt Peter. Perhaps that was at the base of the pain. That he wouldn't have to experience this. I wanted the safety I felt a few days ago. I wanted his maturity back again and my peace of mind.

Then my mind retaliated against itself, curing my perceived weaknesses. Revenge felt good when nothing else did. 

I slowly began to see I have to win Peter back if I were to inflict the kind of pain on him I wanted him to experience. It felt good inside to be thinking of how to hurt him. How fast we go from love to hate. I surprised myself at the violence of my feelings – the relative ease with which they rose to the surface, even though I knew I used them to mask my pain. 

My life as I knew it was over and things will never be the same again. And the man who had given it to me had taken it away. I knew compassion for him could only return if I saw him suffer also. And at the moment I am the woman scorned. I had too much pain to be anything else.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. And my revenge had to be brilliantly conceived and well executed. I rely on it as a project so I pour myself into it. 

I seduce Peter to me and reveal what I know when I have him again. My triumphant moment will be when I have him entirely inside myself. To do with him what I will.

And it's the only way to rectify the problem anyway.

Yes! A perfect plan. Seduce him to a willing fidelity, and hurt him with his knowledge. 

And it balances up the universe! Perhaps I could cheat on him as well?

Oh it felt so good. To see him have his moment, when his gut clenched and his heart tore in two as I lived every waking moment today.

I only had to think of how to seduce him. I was not entirely sure of how I had lost him in the first place. I didn't know what about me he rejected. But the project boiling inside me is like poison spreading throughout my soul. 

The desire to inflict pain on him had its own kind of arousal. A heat grew in me. The beast that had lain dormant reached into deep separate parts of me and it felt good. Not sunshine good. Strong good. Potent.

Slowly, as I made these plans, the gnarled fingers of fate wrapped themselves around my heart and gave me comfort. For Peter to feel my pain through his own gave me the temporary comfort my pain needed.  I got out of bed and concentrated on some domestic chores for a while – made the bed, made the children's bed's swept and cleaned in the kitchen. This beautiful home had none of the subversive charm of the cottage. Our offices were more tastefully decorated though we used most of the furniture from the old place. 

The couch had been packed away immaculately – no sign Peter had ever slept, nor were any signs he'd been receiving text messages at night. "One day soon" I thought, "he'll ignore those messages out of desire for me."

I got into the shower pushing those thoughts out of my mind. I paid special attention to myself, making sure every detail attended to. It gave me a feeling of strength – a kind of power to be working on making myself beautiful. From now on my beauty was a weapon, and I wanted my weapon at the height of its power.

I dressed in a simple dress and grabbed my bag and went down stairs. Peter heard me walking and came to see me. I jumped when I saw him. So much between us had changed.

"Hey sweetie. Feeling better?"

"Yes. Much. I think you were right. A day off will do the trick. But darling, there's not enough for dinner, so I am headed for supplies. Can I get you anything?"

"No I'm headed out for lunch today. Gilmour client again. I'll be back about 2."

My stomach lurched. I took a deep breath. I moved forward so my face rested close to his without touching him.

"Lucky Gilmour client." I said in a seductive whisper. "But I'll get you tonight wonderful man." And I planted the lightest kiss on his lips, the turned and walked toward the car without looking back. By the time I had the car driving of the drive and I look in the rear view mirror he gone.

Gilmour client my ass! 



Dark Redemption Ch. 09



Heading out of the driveway, I only got as far as four blocks before I started to cry. I pulled over in a side street taking deep breaths to calm myself. It was only eleven-thirty, and I didn't want to cry too much. But the thought of Peter with that woman was driving me mad.

I composed myself enough to drive deciding I had to find a way to survive the next few hours. One day I will follow them, and find out all about her. The idea of gaining the upper hand in this way, torturing myself mercilessly comforted me, but today was not that day.

I decided that while I was down the street a massage was the best way to distract myself from what was going on the other side of town. Driving straight to my favorite spa had my spirits lift for the briefest moment. I sent Peter a text telling him I'd be a little longer as I was stopping for a massage. 

There was no immediate reply and I shuddered to think how he might be distracted. The pain mounted inside me. As I walked into the spa I tripped over the doorstep. I grabbed at a display of oils and sent them crashing all over the floor, as if I were a clumsy foolish child.

However the distraction was useful. Suddenly I was clamoring over the floor picking up the little vials murmuring apologies; for being stupid, for being in the way, for being alive. Nothing broke, mercifully, and soon I had the small tower assembled again. The woman behind the counter came running around to help me, sprouting her own apologies about the stupid place to set them and how people were always bumping into them.

When we'd both brought some order to the situation she moved to the other side of the counter and asked me what she could do for me.

"I really need a massage. A full hour, if you have it."

"Certainly. I think Ezie is free at the moment. I'll check."

She was out of the room for a few moments when she re-entered with a European looking man. His sandy blond hair off set his creamy golden skin, set as a background for the fine features of an almost androgynous quality. His beauty was what the doctor ordered. He smiled and introduced himself and told me he was free immediately for an hour.

I agreed to the appointment and followed Ezie upstairs. He took me into a small room that had a chair in a corner and a large massage table in the middle. He gave me some forms to fill in. We exchanged warm smiles with direct eye contact as we chatted, each clearly very attracted to the other. I sensed the sexual tension, even as I batted it away, more by habit than by any kind of loyalty to Peter. While I knew he was with another woman, my vulnerability heightened, especially to a gorgeous young man like Ezie, and that was definitely not what I was looking for.

Once my forms were filled in, Ezie left the room and I got undressed. Removing my clothes in a foreign room had its own sensuality. I tried to take advantage of the moment, and distract myself from my fear and the other negative tricks of my mind.

I lay on the table on my belly with a towel over me. Ezie knocked on the door and I told him to come in. He started to play some soft music, rubbed oils into his hands and slid the towel slowly, sensuously down my back to my backside, so that the flesh of my back was exposed. Waves crashed in the room, and the oil used filled the room with the scent of salty sea spray.

He rested his hands on the small of my back, applied pressure and slid his oiled hands up my back. My large breasts mashed against the padded surface of the massage table and the soft flesh pressed out either side of me. More than once as my back was rubbed, Ezie's hands brushed against the curve of my breasts as if they were begging him to fondle them.

As this very beautiful young man was running his hands all over my body, my mind freely wandered back to the start of Peter and my intense lovemaking days.

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By the time I had finished the bath, lucidity returned and my body had the orgasm it yearned for all day. My freedom to concentrate on what had happened between Peter and I surfaced. As soon as I was out, Peter dried me with a big fluffy towel, and handed me a silk robe.

"Do you want to talk Anna?"

"Yes Peter. You introduced another person into our lovemaking without asking me."

"How do you feel about that?" he asked.

As I walked into the main room of the cottage, I noticed my bag was gone. I guessed it was packed away by Peter or someone else.

Peter followed me. I sat on the bed, and crawled my way to the pillows, and lay there. Peter crawled up next to me, still in his shirtsleeves and suit pants.

"How do you feel about what happened to you?" He asked again.

"I feel wonderful. I feel brave and exciting and womanly. But I don't understand. We had another person with us. I don't understand how that fits in with your concept of fidelity. I prefer that our connection stay between us. I don't want anyone else Peter. I only want you. I thought that was what you wanted"

"Used that woman. I don't know her name. She's a prostitute. I got her through "Special Events" a brothel that I found in the directory. I've never met her before and I'll never meet her again. I specifically asked for someone who was excellent at oral sex, and for a woman."

"But why?"

"Because we couldn't have that experience without her."

"Do you want to include other people in our lovemaking?"

"Not always, and not intimately. But I do feel that to break into you, we will have to use some people as playthings for us. I don't want any kind of a relationship with them; I want the thrill of the sexual moment. And when we think that you have emerged from this shell that you hide behind, we can dismiss it all together. But in the early stages of training, I think it is very exciting for you to be exposed to others. Sometimes blindfolded, sometimes not."

"What about you? Did you get the feeling that you wanted to fuck that woman?"

"Not in the slightest. She wasn't attractive to me. Even more than that, I was completely aroused by what was happening to you. Do you realize that you came twice? And the second time she had both her fingers in you. This was all exactly according to my instruction. You were so hot. You were filled with confusion and fear, but you let your incredible body came anyway."

This was all true. And it had been phenomenal. So exciting, so arousing.

Peter reached out and ran his hand over my shoulder. He slid it to my waist, and let it fall to the place where my legs were resting on each other. He gently brushed his hand up my legs, pulling the silk material of my robe away as he felt my skin.

"Do you know how exciting it is for me to watch you emerge? I know what you have hidden deep in there." 

His hand rested on the folds of my vagina, and I got wet again. He slid his hand further, across my belly, and cupped my left breast. "But I want everything that you have in here as well. I don't just want your beast, I want the woman, and I want your soul. I want all of you to belong to me, just as every piece of me belongs to you."

He leaned in and kissed me. I rolled over on to my back, and he moved over the top of me. His kisses became fevered and hard. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and pulled it out again. His mouth; wet, hot and insistent. 

"I want to suck you now. I want to make you cum again." And with that he slid his face to my breasts sucking on my nipple, pulling on it, making it stand tall like a tiny pencil. He moved to the other nipple, and sucked hard on that directly affecting the ache between my legs. He trailed his face swirling around my navel, moving into position.

"Did that woman lick you like this?" he asked before he spread me apart so my legs were lewdly spread before him. Plunging his face between my legs, he dug his tongue deep into my vagina. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face as hard into my spread legs as our bodies allowed. I writhed and ground myself on his face, as he pressed himself into me.

He pulled his face away and smoothed apart my labia with his fingers and swirled his tongue around my clitoris exactly as the woman had done to me earlier. He plunged two fingers into me and swam them around the gaping spongy mess of my pussy, pulling them apart to spread me open further. 

He removed the fingers, and while his tongue continued its blissful ministrations on my clitoris, he jammed his two fingers into my cunt and my ass at the same time, causing me to buck and writhe more heavily against his face. I came immediately squirting juice out of the gaping hole into his hungry gulping face. 

He pulled his fingers out and in one move climbed hard on top of me and kissed my face, rubbing my juices all over me. It smelled wonderful and I kissed and licked him sucking and sucking on his face. "Oh... my beautiful Anna, my beautiful wild woman. You are made for me, perfect for me. I love you and I want every piece of you."

He leapt off me and off the bed, and took his suit trousers off with his underwear. He bent over and took his socks off, stood and removed his shirt. As fast as he had gotten up to remove his own clothes, he was on top of me, and his penis rammed hard into me. I spread my legs willingly curling them up and over his back and hooking my feet each on the other so as to get myself as wide and as open as I could for him. He pumped into me hard over and over again, until in a burst he came deep inside me, screaming my name into the night.

Peter rolled off me and lay on the top covers of the bed next to me. I looked over at him. Only then I realized he'd not touched the woman who was with us in any sexual way at all.

"Peter, did you touch her? Did you want her? Did it excite you watching a woman performing oral sex on me?"

"I did not want her. I barely noticed her. Getting my monies worth was my interest there."

He rolled over on his side. His penis' hung down, the tip of it curing on to the bed, as he kept talking to me.

"I wanted you to realize I didn't want her. When she's there, when she is in the room, performing the most sexual of acts, I didn't want her. Do you understand? I want you to see my love for you is complete. No one can take me from you."

"I think we will devour each other with this kind of passion. Its darkness is too big for us. We will somehow destroy each other." 

I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"Then the universe can take me that way. That is the way I'll die!"

We laughed and rolled into each other, kissing like lovers. We lay like that for some time; I even managed to get a small sleep in his arms. We sucking in each other's breath and held our bodies close and tight. I smelled him, his seed, my earthly lust on his face, and it gave me a deep peace and a comfort I had never known before. 

I was his.  Truly and completely his. 

Somehow I knew this was the beginning.

"Peter? Are you going to include others in our lovemaking again?"

"Yes darling. Does it bother you?"

"Will I always be safe?"

"Yes. I promise you. You will always be safe."

"And will I ever have to deal with you and someone else?"

"Never. I promise you Anna, I have no interest in that. I don't want anyone else. Any other person is only included for experimental reasons in the development of you." He smiled a cheeky smile at me. "After all my love, I have had my share of times with others as I prepared myself for you."

"Can you tell me about some of those?"

"Yes. Of course. Any time you want. Do you want to hear about the Moroccan model first or the Swedish flight attendant."

"Ewe! Neither of those!" A hurt feeling stabbed in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want to know about the beautiful hoards of women before me that somehow in Peters mind I measured up to. One thing was for sure, I'd never feel I was as good as them and did not need that sort of insecurity.

I looked at Peter and saw a cheeky glint in his eye.

"No one before you was able to be what you are my love. You are all the things I had searched for and everything I will ever want. That is more than a promise Anna. That is the truth now and it will always be the truth." 



Dark Redemption Ch. 10



Heading out of the driveway, I only got as far as four blocks before tears flowed. Pulling over in a side street, it took a while before I could see my way to calming myself and getting my thoughts together. It was only eleven-thirty in the morning. Walking around looking as though I'd been crying all morning didn't appeal to me. However the thought of Peter, my Peter, with that woman was driving me mad.

Composing myself enough to drive, I decided I had to find a way to survive the next few hours. One day I will follow them, and find out all about her. The idea of gaining the upper hand in this way, torturing myself mercilessly comforted me, but today was not that day.

I decided that while I was down the street a massage was the best way to distract myself from what was going on the other side of town. Driving straight to my favorite spa had my spirits lift for the briefest moment. I sent Peter a text telling him I'd be a little longer as I was stopping for a massage. 

There was no immediate reply and I shuddered to think how he might be distracted. The pain mounted inside me. As I walked into the spa I tripped over the doorstep. I grabbed at a display of oils and sent them crashing all over the floor, as if I were a clumsy foolish child.

However the distraction was useful. Suddenly I was clamoring over the floor picking up the little vials murmuring apologies; for being stupid, for being in the way, for being alive. Nothing broke, mercifully, and soon I had the small tower assembled again. The woman behind the counter came running around to help me, sprouting her own apologies about the stupid place to set them and how people were always bumping into them.

When we'd both brought some order to the situation she moved to the other side of the counter and asked me what she could do for me.

"I really need a massage. A full hour, if you have it."

"Certainly. I think Ezie is free at the moment. I'll check."

She was out of the room for a few moments when she re-entered with a European looking man. His sandy blond hair off set his creamy golden skin, set as a background for the fine features of an almost androgynous quality. His feline beauty was what the doctor ordered. He smiled and introduced himself and told me he was free immediately for an hour.

I agreed to the appointment and followed Ezie upstairs. He took me into a small room that had a chair in a corner and a large massage table in the middle. He gave me some forms to fill in. We exchanged warm smiles with direct eye contact as we chatted, each clearly very attracted to the other. I sensed the sexual tension, even as I batted it away, more by habit than by any kind of loyalty to Peter. While I knew he was with another woman, my vulnerability heightened. Vulnerable especially to a gorgeous young man like Ezie, and that was definitely not what I was looking for.

Once my forms were filled in, Ezie left the room and I got undressed. Removing my clothes in a foreign room had its own sensuality. I tried to take advantage of the moment, and distract myself from my fear and the other negative tricks of my mind.

I lay on the table on my belly with a towel over me. Ezie knocked on the door and I told him to come in. He started to play some soft music, rubbed oils into his hands and slid the towel slowly, sensuously down my back to my backside, so that the flesh of my back lay exposed. Waves crashed in the room from the stereo, and the oil used filled the room with the scent of salty sea spray.

He rested his hands on the small of my back, applied pressure and slid his oiled hands up my back. My large breasts mashed against the padded surface of the massage table and the soft flesh pressed out either side of me. More than once as my back was rubbed, Ezie's hands brushed against the curve of my breasts as if they were begging him to fondle them.

As this very beautiful young man was running his hands all over my body, my mind freely wandered back to the start of Peter and my intense lovemaking days.

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By the time I had finished the bath, lucidity returned and my body had the orgasm it yearned for all day. My freedom to concentrate on what had happened between Peter and I surfaced. As soon as I was out, Peter dried me with a big fluffy towel, and handed me a silk robe.

"Do you want to talk Anna?"

"Yes Peter. You introduced another person into our lovemaking without asking me."

"How do you feel about that?" he asked.

As I walked into the main room of the cottage, I noticed my bag was gone. I guessed it was packed away by Peter or someone else.

Peter followed me. I sat on the bed, and crawled my way to the pillows, and lay there. Peter edged up next to me, still in his shirtsleeves and suit pants.

"How do you feel about what happened to you?" He asked again.

"I feel wonderful. I feel brave and exciting and womanly. But I don't understand. We had another person with us. I don't get how that fits in with your concept of fidelity. I prefer that our connection stay between us. I don't want anyone else Peter. I only want you. I thought that was what you wanted"

"Used that woman. I don't know her name. She's a prostitute. I got her through "Special Events" a brothel that I found in the directory. I've never met her before and I'll never meet her again. I specifically asked for someone who was excellent at oral sex, and for a woman."

"But why?"

"Because we couldn't have that experience without her."

"Do you want to include other people in our lovemaking?"

"Not always, and not intimately. But I do feel that to break into you, we will have to use some people as playthings for us. I don't want any kind of a relationship with them; I want the thrill of the sexual moment. And when we think that you have emerged from this shell that you hide behind, we can dismiss it all together. But in the early stages of training, I think it is very exciting for you to be exposed to others. Sometimes blindfolded, sometimes not."

"What about you? Did you get the feeling that you wanted to fuck that woman?"

"Not in the slightest. She wasn't attractive to me. Even more than that, I was completely aroused by what was happening to you. Do you realize that you came twice? And the second time she had both her fingers in you. This was all exactly according to my instruction. You were so hot. You were filled with confusion and fear, but you let your incredible body came anyway."

This was all true. And it had been phenomenal. So exciting, so arousing.

Peter reached out and ran his hand over my shoulder. He slid it to my waist, and let it fall to the place where my legs were resting on each other. He gently brushed his hand up my legs, pulling the silk material of my robe away as he felt my skin.

"Do you know how exciting it is for me to watch you emerge? I know what you have hidden deep in there." 

His hand rested on the folds of my vagina, and I got wet again. He slid his hand further, across my belly, and cupped my left breast. "But I want everything that you have in here as well. I don't just want your beast, I want the woman, and I want your soul. I want all of you to belong to me, just as every piece of me belongs to you."

He leaned in and kissed me. I rolled over on to my back, and he moved over the top of me. His kisses became fevered and hard. He stuck his tongue into my mouth and pulled it out again. His mouth; wet, hot and insistent. 

"I want to suck you now. I want to make you cum again." And with that he slid his face to my breasts sucking on my nipple, pulling on it, making it stand tall like a tiny pencil. He moved to the other nipple, and sucked hard on that directly affecting the ache between my legs. He trailed his face swirling around my navel, moving into position.

"Did that woman lick you like this?" he asked before he spread me apart so my legs were lewdly spread before him. Plunging his face between my legs, he dug his tongue deep into my vagina. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face as hard into my spread legs as our bodies allowed. I writhed and ground myself on his face, as he pressed himself into me.

He pulled his face away and smoothed apart my labia with his fingers and swirled his tongue around my clitoris exactly as the woman had done to me earlier. He plunged two fingers into me and swam them around the gaping spongy mess of my pussy, pulling them apart to spread me open further. 

He removed the fingers, and while his tongue continued its blissful ministrations on my clitoris, he jammed his two fingers into my cunt and my ass at the same time, causing me to buck and writhe more heavily against his face. I came immediately squirting juice out of the gaping hole into his hungry gulping face. 

He pulled his fingers out and in one move climbed hard on top of me and kissed my face, rubbing my juices all over me. It smelled wonderful and I kissed and licked him sucking and sucking on his face. "Oh... my beautiful Anna, my beautiful wild woman. You are made for me, perfect for me. I love you and I want every piece of you."

He leapt off me and off the bed, and took his suit trousers off with his underwear. He bent over and took his socks off, stood and removed his shirt. As fast as he had gotten up to remove his own clothes, he was on top of me, and his penis rammed hard into me. I spread my legs willingly curling them up and over his back and hooking my feet each on the other so as to get myself as wide and as open as I could for him. He pumped into me hard over and over again, until in a burst he came deep inside me, screaming my name into the night.

Peter rolled off me and lay on the top covers of the bed next to me. I looked over at him. Only then I realized he'd not touched the woman who was with us in any sexual way at all.

"Peter, did you touch her? Did you want her? Did it excite you watching a woman performing oral sex on me?"

"I didn't want her. I barely noticed her. Getting my monies worth was my interest there."

He rolled over on his side. His penis' hung down, the tip of it curing on to the bed, as he kept talking to me.

"I wanted you to realize I didn't want her. When she's there, when she is in the room, performing the most sexual of acts, I didn't want her. Do you understand? I want you to see my love for you is complete. No one can take me from you."

"I think we will devour each other with this kind of passion. Its darkness is too big for us. We will somehow destroy each other." 

I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"Then the universe can take me that way. That is the way I'll die!"

We laughed and rolled into each other, kissing like lovers kiss. We lay like that for some time; I even managed to get a small sleep in his arms. We sucking in each other's breath and held our bodies close and tight. I smelled him, his seed, my earthly lust on his face, and it gave me a deep peace and a comfort I had never known before. 

I was his. Truly and completely his. 

Somehow I knew this was the beginning.

"Peter? Are you going to include others in our lovemaking again?"

"Yes darling. Does it bother you?"

"Will I always be safe?"

"Yes. I promise you. You will always be safe."

"And will I ever have to deal with you and someone else?"

"Never. I promise you Anna, I have no interest in that. I don't want anyone else. Any other person is only included for experimental reasons in the development of you." He smiled a cheeky smile at me. "After all my love, I have had my share of times with others as I prepared myself for you."

"Can you tell me about some of those?"

"Yes. Of course. Any time you want. Do you want to hear about the Moroccan model first or the Swedish flight attendant."

"Ewe! Neither of those!" A hurt feeling stabbed in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want to know about the beautiful hoards of women before me that somehow in Peters mind I measured up to. One thing was for sure, I'd never feel I was as good as them and did not need that sort of insecurity.

I looked at Peter and saw a cheeky glint in his eye.

"No one before you was able to be what you are my love. You are all the things I had searched for and everything I will ever want. That is more than a promise Anna. That is the truth now and it will always be the truth."

*****

The feel of Ezie's hands on my body as I thought about my life with Peter and what had gone on between us in those early days was sending me off into my own little world. I was transported.

"Are you okay Anna?"

Ezie's voice in my ear brought me back to earth with a jolt.

"Um, yes. Why?"

"Because we are at the end. If I had time I would offer you another thirty minutes but the next person waits.

I had completely drifted off.

"Oh, god, sorry! I will get up."

"Please move slow. Anna, can I ask you? I think you are very tight in the lower back. Is there some stress in your life?"

"Well, yes, some. Perhaps I will come back next week?"

"Yes. This is I think, a good idea. Now, I will leave. You can dress alone."

And alone I was.

It was one in the afternoon. I would have to pay for this and then get the groceries I needed, candles and then get back home. I would have to let Peter know that I was going to pick up the kids and that he can stay at work.

The massage had worked wonders. I still had this dull ache in the back of my head but nothing like I felt before. Not only did my back actually fell better, but the very slight flirt with Ezie had worked a treat. I felt desirable. Attractive even. There was no jolt as I realized Peter had spent time with the other woman. I felt more in control. Maybe not entirely ready to be happy, but I did not have the crushing weight of realization burdening my shoulders.

Once I was dressed, I went downstairs and booked in for next week with Ezie at the same time. I was thinking I might take a day a week off as a special time for me. The time I would need to rejuvenate and re-focus so that I was able to do what I felt really needed to be done.

I hovered in the supermarket for a little longer than was necessary as I started to float off into the negatives of my situation again. The time with Ezie had been great but the euphoria did not last long and within the hour I was feeling bitter again. But I would still continue with my Friday plan. I could rely on it as a sanctuary day.

With groceries and lots of candles I headed back for home. I stopped in at the office and spoke to Peter's secretary. It was two and Peter was not yet back from his lunch. I was seething, but I asked her to tell him I was home. I sent him a brief text saying I would pick up the kids. No need to add any questions about where he was. My text would do its magic alone.

I went upstairs and got the dinner semi prepared. I would have to go and get the kinds in a few minutes. Then the next evening would begin and life would just go on.

Driving off to get the kids I realized it had now been a full twenty-four hour day since I found out that Peter was being unfaithful to me. By the time I was parked outside the school I had sunk low and it was as if all the good work of the morning had faded. I had fifteen minutes before the school closed and rang its bell, and I sat back fighting off tears, thinking of Peter.

*****

I read the note again.

"Be at the Great Western Hotel at 4.30pm Sharp Tuesday 3rd.

-Wear your long black coat.

-Wear your black highest heels.

-Wear your seamed stockings

-Wear your black lace garter belt and nothing else.

Trust me."

This was a request to go out in public in the middle of summer with my thick English Burberry coat wearing only the lower half of my sexiest underwear -- no knickers -- at a very busy time of the afternoon, in a very busy place.

I was thrilled, but also a little scared. What could Peter possibly have in mind for me? Tuesday third was exactly two weeks away so I had time to reschedule all my clients for that afternoon. The hotel he had asked me to be at was quite a long way away and to be there at that time I would have to leave the office by three -- thirty. So I would shut down from three. Just to be sure.

On the day again I was very excited. I knew what the last encounter Peter had created for me was like and my mind raced over the possibilities this time. Peter was not in all day. He told me the night before he would be out.

We had not discussed the note. Something in me knew not to talk to him about it, and a week earlier I had seen in the diary that he would be out on the afternoon of the Tuesday, which I took as a confirmation. I had scheduled Wednesday off as well so that whatever happened to me on the Tuesday, I was able to deal with it.

Three pm finally came and our secretary left for the afternoon. I was thrilled and excited, my heart raced. I was not in exactly the same state as I was the first time because I had a better idea of how the scenario played itself out. I was nervous because we had said we would engage other people as playthings. And I believed him when he'd said that to me. Perhaps this was a day we'd be doing something like that?

The drive over in the car felt endless. It was a very hot day and I was glad for the air-conditioning. Then it was difficult to park. But I was able to do this and able to still get there a little early. It was four twenty. I still had ten minutes before I was due. I knew being early was almost as bad as being late. I was not allowed to drink any alcohol on these little adventures. Those rules had already been established.

I went to the ladies for a freshen up. On my way there I spotted Peter, sitting at a table out the front. I attracted strange looks in my long winter coat in the middle of summer, and Peter watched the others watching me.

I checked my makeup and then strolled through the already crowded pub, and headed out to Peters table. There was only one chair and Peter was sitting in it. I wondered if I would have to get my own. I approached and stood in front of Peter.

"Hello Peter. I am here."

"Hello Anna. We will be leaving here right away. Are you hot?" He had a very cheeky glint in his eye.

"Yes I am."

"Here you go." As I stood before him he handed me a glass of water. I drank it down fast. He took the empty glasses from me, and set it on the table again.

"Anna, do you trust me?"

"Yes Peter." I said. People were starting to glance in our direction. We must have looked like an odd pair.

"Then kneel in front of me. I have a gift for you."

Automatically I did as he asked. In front of other patrons of the hotel, I kneeled before Peter. He undid the top buttons of my coat and pulled the coat collar down till it was sliding down the tops of my shoulders. I was not exposed, but any observer could tell that I had nothing on under my coat.

Peter took a long velvet collar out of his pocket and leaned forward wrapping it around my neck. It was beautiful. About four centimeters thick, and done in a rich black velvet. It had an enormous "D" ring at the front. He buckled it tight into my neck. People were openly staring now. I would not look at them. I just stared straight at Peter.

Then Peter took out a dog lead. He clipped one end of the chain to the "d" ring at the front of my collar, and held the other end, which was a leather strap at the end of the chain.

"How do you feel Anna?"

"Nervous and self conscious" I replied.

"But ready. I think you are ready. I will leave the leash hanging in the front of you but I will use it when we get to the place I am taking you. It will be a little dangerous but I am with you. You will be safe. I can guarantee it."

The he stood up and took me by the hand, and stood me up also. While everyone stared at the strange couple we made, we worked our way through the crowd and down the street. Peter held my hand, but my coat was still cut dangerously low and the large velvet collar stood out from my white skin.




Dark Redemption Ch. 10



We only walked half a block and Peter turned into a sex shop called The Pleasure chest. My belly started to churn as I realized I was going into a pornography store. I had been a few times to tamer ones, or to gay ones with girlfriends to buy vibrators, but I'd never been with a lover, or any man for that matter.

We walked up shadowy stairs with sticky shredded carpet to a brightly lit room at the top. There was hard rap music playing. Peter still holding my hand went to the front counter and asked for two tokens to the show we would be attending. I looked around the room at the posters of naked women fingering themselves or women licking each other. There were rows and rows of films on DVD and video. Everywhere I looked were images of sex. I started to get wet between my legs. I wanted Peter so much.

The man behind the counter didn't give me so much as a second glance and I wondered how many women in collars came through the place. There were about five other men besides Peter and the attendant.

Peter walked me around for a while to get me comfortable. He would stop me in front of a pornographic film and whisper "See what those men are doing to that girl? That is how I see you in my fantasies."

Or

"Look at those women. So hungry for sex they've turned in on each other. Imagine how crazed with lust you could make them."

... till I was dripping wet. I wanted Peter. Somehow, in this dirty, naughty place, I wanted him. I needed him inside of me.

We walked around together till we came to a small corner. The other men had moved to different parts of the room. Peter moved in front of me, between me and the DVD's we were looking at together. Standing back a little way he moved his right hand forward and slipped it into the break between my buttons on my coat at the level of my vagina. He took his long middle finger and stroked it in one movement from the back of my slit to the front, then pulled it out. Just from the light touch on the outside of my vagina, his finger was slick with my juice. He stuck his finger in my mouth and I sucked it clean; hungrily.

"I think he's watching you in the security camera. Imagine what he thinks." Peter leaned in to whisper. I glanced up and saw the security camera pointed directly at me. But I didn't care. Peter was with me. I was safe. I could relax and just enjoy being aroused.

Peter leaned in. "Darling, I'm about to take you on the ride of your life. Are you ready?"

But he already knew that I was.



Dark Redemption Ch. 11



Peter picked up the end of my leash and tugged gently on it. Turning away from me, he pulled me along behind. A few people in shop looked over at me, and I flushed. The collar was visible despite the heaviness of my coat, and Peter kept the chain taut. Though conscious of the stares, my pussy dampened. My heart raced as I wondered what people must think of me. This was definitely an act of dominance, but my willingness to submit made us partners in the game. I began to feel wild and dirty, as though I wore the symbol of my sexual courage around my neck. I imagined these people beating off that night in their beds, thinking of fucking me while Peter held me still with the chain.

We approached a door at the back of the shop. Peter placed the two tokens in the small meter on the entrance and it clicked open. I walked in behind him, my leash tight between us.

The room was dimly lit. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling had been painted blue and it gave everything a bruising tone and a dark concealing energy. As my eyes adjusted I saw rows of chairs, about ten deep with two lots of chairs in each row, facing toward a large old television screen. The television was playing hard-core porn and the blue grey room was filled with the sounds of women cumming.

To our right I noticed a series of booths with closed doors, small secret rooms hiding I did not know what. No doubt their wicked little job was too conceal. To our left were a series of open rooms, no door, and just little benches with a padded vinyl over the top.

There were men in the room, watching the porn. Probably eight or ten. They had their backs to us, and no one turned to look when we came in. Many of them had busy arms, their hands which I could not see working ferociously in their laps.

Peter pulled me forward, and then undid the buttons of my coat. When it was free, he walked behind me and slid my coat off my shoulders. I was naked except for my black lace suspender belt, my seamed stockings and my black heels. And of course, the velvet collar around my neck and my leash, which hung loose between my breasts down to my thighs.

Picking up the leash from in front of me again, Peter walked forward with me behind him. As we walked across the back of the room no one noticed anything, their eyes glued to the screen, the gasping women in their ears. But as Peter walked me down toward the front of the room, men from the back rows forward turned their lustful gaze toward me. One man, as soon as he saw me, leapt up and ran out of the room.

By the time we'd made half way down the room, the men had turned their full attention on me. I was acting on instinct. I had no idea what was going to happen. I wondered how much of this had been set up by Peter. I presumed most of it. Peter had told me to trust him. One thing I knew was that I would never have a chance like this again. If I wanted this experience, now was the time.

I was still wet from being in the sex shop, but the shock of what had happened in walking into the blue room had almost dried me up. In the corner, with the porn going next to us, Peter turned my back to the men who were gathering around us, looking.

"Spread your legs." Peter commanded. I noticed he did not use my name and I assumed it was for my safety. I spread my legs.

"Now show these hungry men your pussy. No one here is allowed to fuck you or touch you, but they want to cum. You have to help them with that little problem."

Peter bent me forward at the waist so that my backside was soon very high in the air. I leaned forward on to a chair that was placed in front of me to give me balance. I felt so wild with my genitals exposed like that to these dirty sleazy men who wanted to get off. A few of them were mumbling and I could hear appreciation.

"Gentlemen," said Peter. "Take a good long hard look at this vagina,' and he stood next to me and placed his hands on my buttock. "Let me spread the lips for you, so she is properly exposed for your eyes. See the wetness glistening? She must be getting off, on showing you her pussy at such close range. And what do you make of her tight little hole up here? Watch it quiver when I touch it."

Peter took his middle finger and pumped it into my vagina.

"Oh yeah man, do her." Said one man

"Give her what she needs," goaded another.

I felt so hot. I thought I might cum if he kept this up. In my ears were porn sounds as well as the noises the men where making beating off to my naked, exposed pussy.

"Let's really make her cum, for your viewing pleasure gentlemen." Peter announced.

He pulled his fingers our and turned and placed two in my mouth. I sucked and sucked my own wet juice off them. Then he turned back and stuck both fingers into my vagina. Separating the fingers slightly he exposed the damp pink wetness deep inside me.

I could hear the men groaning now, and grunting as Peter pumped his fingers in and out of me. Then he moved his other hand to my clitoris and began strumming it. I knew what was coming. This had become a favorite trick of Peters and it worked well every time. As he worked me more and more into frenzy her pulled the two fingers out and plunged one back into my vagina and one directly into my ass.

This made me cry out in lust, my face pressed into the chair, drooling, as I pumped hard back on to his fingers. I was cumming hard and groaning loudly into the chair. I could hear the men saying, "fuck! She's cumming." Or "Oh yeah, give her what she needs" or "spill out of that hot slit baby" as I writhed and squirmed in to Peters fingers, all the while being pumped harder and harder into me. The men in the room started to cum and I could hear moans and cries of "oh yeah" or "baby, you made me cum too' as spurts and splashes landed on the floor next to my feet.

An offering to the goddess.

Peter stood me up and wrapped me in my coat, and sat me in the chair. One by one the men came up and thanked me and told me how beautiful and desirable I was. I was half crazed with lust, but that was when I knew for sure Peter must have set it all up. I didn't know of many porn shops where men behaved like that.

Soon all the men had left and we were alone in the blue room with the film still playing loudly.

"I want you." Peter said simply.

He stood me up and sat down facing the screen. He undid his fly and his large erect penis jumped out, grateful for release.

"Come here" he said.

My coat fell away and he pulled it off and let it fall on the ground. I spread my legs, the cum connecting my thighs like slivery spider webs, and sat on his penis facing him, my legs wrapped around the back of that dirty little chair in that sleazy place. I rocked to and fro on his penis, feeling the throws of orgasm rising in me again.

"Just us" said Peter as he bucked his hips into me. "It's just us. Our love for each other can even make this place beautiful. This sleazy ugly place has been consecrated by your beautiful juices and our unholy love."

Crying into him and bucking wildly on his penis, his words started to make me cum.

"Oh yes my princess. Cum all over me" he cried as he could feel my vagina clutching and sucking on his penis. I could tell by his breathing he was starting to cum. Soon his penis spasmed and shot up deep inside of me.

And then we were spent. Me half naked. Peter dressed. Both of us kissing deep long wet loving kisses ion the sleaziest place in the world, made beautiful by our love.

Peter dressed me into my coat again and took some time to wipe clean my face. He put his suit back into place, and except for what we had both just been through and what was going on between us, we looked almost like any other couple. My collar was removed and Peter folded it up carefully and placed it back in his suit breast pocket. He kissed me and looking down into my eyes said "I want to take you home and bath you. I want to rub oil into your body and worship you just a little. You were so brave and so exciting tonight. I want to savor you."

We walked out of the blue room, and thankfully the sex shop seemed to be empty. We walked past the man at the counter who did not look at up and went down the stairs and out into the street again. We walked to where I had parked the car, Peter had cleverly made his way in a taxi, so that he could then drive me home.

Once we had gotten back to the cottage, I was feeling very sleepy. Peter opened my side of the car for me, and held my hand, walking me to the front door. Inside there were fresh Lilly's in vases all over the cottage. It looked like a beautiful garden and smelt strongly of the flowers. Peter sat me in a chair and poured me a glass of white wine from the fridge. Then he went to the bathroom, as he had before and ran me a hot deep bath.

When I came into the bathroom, it was full of candles and smelled like the Lilly's. He slipped the coat off me. It was a relief to get it off. It was heavy and so hot in the mid summer night. I slumped slightly in my shoulders, I was so tired and felt emotionally exhausted as well. What had happened to me was draining. I had come up against the darkest part of me, and I had made it out the other side, still beautiful. I took the underwear off while Peter tended the bath, then I stepped in, and sunk myself deep into it.

Peter brought me my wine and then ordered us Mexican Tapas from an excellent little restaurant up the road. He stepped out twenty minutes later to get our takeaway order. While he was gone I completed my bath, and stepped out, drying myself in the huge white fluffy towel that Peter had laid out for me.

When Peter returned, he put our food on a slow warmer, and took me to the bedroom. He lay me on my belly and rubbed some smooth oil into my back and legs. It smelt like the Lilly's as well.

"Anna, do you know why I have Lilly's tonight?"

"No" I had replied.

"Because we are celebrating the death of an old Anna, and the birth of a beautiful new woman. You crossed a line tonight my love." He ran his hands hard over my back, kneading and relaxing my taught muscle. "You have gone into the darkest place in your could and you have come out of it the other side. You are Innocent now. Can you feel it? You are pure. You have embraced your darkness and that makes you a sublime perfection."

I knew what he meant. I felt as though I had done something very dirty, but I also felt liberated from guilt or self-loathing. I had no shame about what I had done tonight. It was there inside me anyway. I had fallen in love with that Anna tonight, and I wanted to have her with me always.

"I love you. There will never be another woman for me Anna. Never. You are grace and beauty and darkness combined and am enthralled by you. You are everything I have ever dreamed of."

*****

The bell ringing woke me from my daydream. I was very wet between my legs. That time with Peter never failed to arouse me. He was the sexiest, most exciting man I had ever known.

I saw my children walking across the playground together holding hands, and I had my overwhelming experience of love. I always had it when I saw them. My little angels; another example of Peter and my love.

My heart ached. It hurt so much. There they were and their father was out betraying all of us. I still couldn't believe it. I could not believe Peter; my Peter would do this to me. After all that we'd been through together. After all that we'd done together. Despair sat over my mind like a heavy cloud and I felt wracked with misery.

I jumped out of the car and ran over to my kids. They brightened up and ran towards me.

"Mummy, Mummy" they both cried.

I remembered the promise I had made to myself and I was very happy and thrilled to see them. This was still only a problem between Peter and I. It was not their problem.

We made the trip home and once in our drive I noticed Peter was back from his "lunch" and in the office. Again my heart fell and I wondered how he could do this to me. To the two of us. To the four of us?

I bundled the children upstairs and got hem started on their homework. Peter would be home in a couple of hours and I had to begin my plan to seduce him back.

While the children worked, I lit candles. I lit lots all over the house so that it smelt of musk and sandalwood. I took a nice bath and rubbed scented oil into my body. I kept my face make up free, did my hair long, free and beautiful, and slipped a pretty cotton sun dress over my naked body. I got the kids bathed and organized a nice lasagna for dinner.

I was ready. I was going to woo Peter back to me and then I was going to see him suffer.

It took all my energy to forget where Peter had been that afternoon, but I was determined. I had everything ready by six thirty, the house looked warm and sensuous. The musky aromas combined with the dusk had made the children drowsy. They were in their pajamas, looking through books quietly. I had smooth jazz on in the background. The entire atmosphere was one of warmth and delight. Peter would work till six-thirty tonight and we were ready for him, but it was not till I heard the familiar thump of his footsteps on the stairs from his office that my heart started to race.

"He is not in control," I thought. "I am."

Then I heard the familiar sound of the door opening to the lounge and the children jumped up.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Peter picked each up in their turn and gave them kisses. I emerged from my safe place, ready for battle. To my observations he looked pale and worn. Perhaps it is taking its toll on him, I thought hopefully.

I moved toward him. He had set the children down and was looking around him at the beauty of our home.

"Wow! It looks like you guys have been having a party."

"Mummy did candles without needing a birthday" explained Thomas.

I walked over to Peter as casually as I could and gave him a kiss.

"We have lasagna for tea!" Shouted Jane.

"Well, I'd better freshen up then." Peter said smiling at me. He was definitely nervous. He looked terribly uncomfortable.

Peter headed off to the bathroom and soon I heard the shower running. Keeping my focus, I told the kids to get ready for dinner.

"Will you be long darling?" I shouted at the door of the bathroom.

"Nope! Start sitting up. I'll be right there."

I got the kids organized to set up at the table, then brought the meal I had prepared and set it down to be shared out by all of us. It was a beautiful dinner table and a wonderful diner. Not Peter's favorite -- that would have been overkill -- but it was a meal that we all loved.

Peter emerged from the bedroom to minutes later clearly looking distressed. I guess the room and his children and our life was incompatible with his affair. It was nice to see his discomfort.

"Well, this looks good." He claimed as he took his place at the other end of the table from me. "Lasagna huh? One of our favorites. Can I serve vegies while Mummy does the Lasagna?"

The kids cheered a yes, and I stood to serve my family the Lasagna. Peter looked up at me and I smiled a warm smile back. He smiled at me, but looked away at Thomas abruptly, and questioned him about his day.

The meal went forward fairly uneventful after that. We ate a leisurely long dinner together. It was seven thirty by the time it was over. I asked the kids to take their plates in, then while we were alone, thanked Peter for looking after me so well today. I told him that I felt much better. He grinned and claimed he was happy to help; in a robust way, but I could see he was avoiding intimacy with me. I had no idea Peter would be this bad at being unfaithful to me. It made him look like a fool.

We did the washing up while the kids drew in their books at the table. The evening was flawless. I could not have planned it better in any way. While we washed up I chatted about my day, about the massage and the tension I had in my back. I told him about my idea to take a day a week off for a while. He was overenthusiastic about that and that hurt, but I took a brief moment to go to the bedroom. I took deep breaths and remembered I was going to win this game.

Once the washing up was done, Peter took the kids into Thomas' bedroom to read to them. I went into our bedroom with a book. A new book to contribute to my plan. It was a biography about a woman's wildest sexual years of her youth.

Peter came in to tell me the kids were ready for bed and needed our goodnights. I went with him to kiss them and felt him freeze when I put my arm around him. I didn't realize how little we did this kind of thing anymore. I didn't know the intimacy had left our life. How long had it been since we had made love, that was not automated, or perfunctory? It took seeing him giving it to someone else for me to realize I didn't have it anymore.

Instinct told me he'd had enough tonight. If I used my book as an excuse and tried to get close to him tonight in a sexual way, I think it would be too much. I wanted to seduce Peter. I wanted him to choose me over her. Not just out of obligation. Out of love and lust.

By the time the kids were asleep, it was nine and I told Peter I wanted to go to bed and read. He said he had some things to do, some paperwork and some reading and that he would not be in bed for a while.

I trusted the wheels I had set in motion. I took comfort in the looks on his face early in the night. I knew that, knowing when to leave it be, would be a crucial part of this plan working.

I missed Peter terribly. I was lying in our marital bed wanting his arms around me. I could not work out exactly where it had happened but somewhere alone the way we'd lost touch with each other. I had not even noticed it. I guess Peter had and had some kind of a longing deep inside of him. For some reason he felt he couldn't come to me to talk about it but instead went to the arms of another woman to find it.

I lay there, holding the book in front of me, but not reading. Instead I was remembering.

*****

Just a few days after the incident in the sex shop, Peter took me out for dinner to a fancy restaurant. The last couple of days had been a dream. I was filled with ecstasy. Peter was wild with desire. We were making love all the time. Everything was colliding for us.

I wore a very backless rather sheer evening dress out that night with no underwear. Peter had threatened to stop on our way home and take me in a public toilet. I was at my most beautiful and he looked at me with love and kind of greedy lust.

Our dinner was superb. We'd spared no expense and enjoyed an excellent bottle of wine. We'd been flirting and playing all evening. It was exciting knowing you could flirt like that with someone then go home and spend night in bed together. Peter wore black and with his dark hair and blue eyes, he looked breathtaking.

We were talking together about the night at the porn store, in hushed tones of course. This was our secret life and not to be shared with waitresses in fancy restaurants.

"Peter, is there any way we can observe others together rather than me being used experimentally each time we include the observation of the other?"

"What do you mean?" Peter's eyes sparkled. We both loved our sex talk together.

"Well, you've used me twice now, in an extreme way. You told me this was to wake my inner wild woman. You see the demon in my eye now just as I see the demon in yours. What if we were, together, able to direct our gaze outward?"

"You mean watch others? I'm not sure Anna. Other people don't interest me at all. I need to include you for it to be stimulating."

"We are both very aroused tonight. We are in an excellent restaurant near the red light district. It would be very easy to find something we both find stimulating. As for including me, I'd like to take control. Choose a scenario, direct it myself, and invite you to watch it with me."




Dark Redemption Ch. 11



"So, you don't get involved, but it is your idea? You direct the action? And I can watch you do all this?"

"Yes. I will fulfill a fantasy of mine, and ask you to watch it with me."

"Marvelous! I love that idea! What did you have in mind?"

"There is a place across the road and down the street a little that I have looked at in the past for this very reason. Why don't you pay the bill, and I will go down and set it up. You follow and I'll meet you in the front door." I handed him a box of matches with a naked woman on the front and an address on the back. "Here's the place. Give me ten minutes. I'll text you when it's time to follow me."

I stepped out into the cool night air and pulled my light wrap around me. I was filled with a wildness that came from not only fulfilling a fantasy, but by directing peter and taking control. I wanted to drive him wild tonight.

A block down the street I turned into a very well known brothel. In the foyer a woman dressed in black lingerie met me. She looked me up and down with approval.

"Oh I do home you are here alone tonight! Our girls will fight hard over you." She had a thick French accent of very dubious authenticity.

"No Madame. My husband will be joining me soon. I wish -- we will wish -- to watch tribadic play. We do not want to get involved but I want to have real lesbians if I can and I need them both to have real orgasms before us."

"Oh... very sophisticated. It is better with no men no?" She held out a large black book. "Here is the list. Choose from the front section only. And we are all lesbian here." With this last comment her eyes settled on my breasts. "Will you be joining the women?"

"No. My husband and I just want to watch." I looked through the book. I found a woman that looked a little like me, and a beautiful woman with smaller breasts and dark hair. "These two."

"Oh, Madame has excellent taste. I will tell them to prepare themselves. How long?"

"An hour. How much?"

"Two hundred dollars each, four hundred dollars all together. Two women, after all."

I handed her the four hundred dollars. Money well spent as far as I was concerned. But I guess that was still to be established.

I sent peter a text to tell him to join me and five minutes later he was there. He'd been here before, he explained, on bucks nights and certain nights out with clients. My vagina tingled at the thought of Peter, before he knew me, coming here for satisfaction with these breathtaking elegant women. If a man wasn't addicted to the woman he was with, it was a sophisticated place to get release.

The woman appeared again and gave Peter a sly look.

"Lucky man. Your beautiful wife has made arrangements for you. Both, please to follow me."

"Where the hell is THAT accent from?" Peter whispered in my ear. I ignored him and climbed the stairs behind the woman. I held his hand and guided him up the narrow stairs behind me.

The woman brought us to room 202; second floor, second room I guessed. I handed her a fifty-dollar note for her trouble and she thanked me. She told me everything was arranged, and that the women were waiting for me.

Peter and I walked into an old room with dark rosewood furniture. There was a small love seat against one wall with a tapestry cover. Only a meter or so away in the small room was a large four-poster bed. It had heavy red velvet curtains with cold tasseled ties around it. There were smoky mirrors all around the walls of the bedroom. The bed and anything on it could be clearly seen from all angles.

On the bed were two beautiful women. A very busty blond woman with sensuous round hips, and a small round belly. She had round thighs and her skin was alabaster white. She introduced herself as Rosa. There was the brunette next to her. Her breasts were large but smaller than ample bosom of Rosa. She had a flat belly and a muscular figure. She was older than Rosa, and introduced herself as Marguerite.

Holding Peter's hand I took our place on the love seat. Peter was looking at the naked women and the room in his stride, but sat next to me and immediately began to nuzzle my ear.

I took a deep breath and got my courage up. I would be giving the directions tonight.

"I want you both to kiss each other and encourage arousal, but no penetration as yet. You may rub between each others legs, but you are not to stick any fingers in no matter how wet your lover becomes, or how much she begs for it with her wetness. I will tell you when you may use your tongues n each other. We just want to watch you both excite each other and get your wetness flowing."

The women turned to each other and began sensuously kissing as Peter and I watched. Peter leaned into my ear and whispered:

"Wow. This should be something else."

I grinned. 



Dark Redemption Ch. 12



I knew we only had an hour and I wanted something exciting to happen in front of Peter and I. It was thrilling to cause the direction and to insist these two women make love to each other. But I wanted this to be very female. This was not just pornography. This was eroticism. I wanted to seem, and for Peter to see, how women excite each other.

The women were aroused now. The small room was getting hot and there was the intense smell of fertile female genitals in the air. The women were moaning into each other's mouths and rubbing themselves against each other's hands.

"Suck on each others nipples." I commanded.

The blond lay on her back and Peter and I directed our eyes to the mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed. She had her legs spread and her arousal had her labia laying open as if her vagina were a vacuum, seeking to suck something into it. We could see the wetness.

The Brunette got on to all fours next to her and curled her spine, so that her genitals were spread and exposed I our direction. We could see her fleshy fat wetness as well. Her vagina was so pulpy and flowing with life, I was tempted to stick my face in there. But instead I turned my face towards Peter to find his willing lips. We both kissed each other hungrily.

The woman on top was sucking and pulling hard on the nipples of the woman beneath her. The blond had her legs spread and was bucking softly into the air. I took compassion on her and said:

"You suck her breasts so well. Travel down now and kiss her between the legs, but no penetration. Make her body writhe; make her cum, with nothing inside her. Give her a woman's orgasm."

This was driving Peter crazy. He turned my head after I gave instruction and ran his hands on to my breasts. We were kissing passionately both of us aroused beyond description.

The brunette looked up at me, as she was slowly moving down the body of the delicious blond woman beneath her.

"Would you like to come here?" She said to me. 

I shook my head "no" and she continued her ministrations upon the woman beneath her.

"I love you!" Peter whispered in my ear. "You belong to me and only to me."

"Yes my darling," I whispered back. Then we both shifted our gaze to the women before us.

The brunette was busy between the spread thighs of the other woman now. She pressed the younger woman's legs to the bed so that we could see the steamy vagina before her, and she sunk her long snake like tongue into the soft swollen flesh. She spread the labia apart and lapped at the small clitoris. The blond woman started to buck her hips, and thrust herself into the faced of the woman performing oral sex on her. She reached her hand down to the brunette's head, just as the woman pointed her tongue and prepared it to plunge in. Grabbing at her hair with her free hand, the blond woman plunged the stiff tongue deep into her and grinds her hips against the face of the woman licking her.

They had broken my rule. I had said no penetration, but the sight was so sensual I could not resist it. Peter had his arm around me and his hand cupping my breast. He was fondling my stiff nipple. The air was thick with the smell of female arousal, my own adding to the mix.

Soon the brunette woman had stretched the labia open with both hands and was sucking softly on the clitoris again as the woman beneath her started to cry out in orgasm. Her legs were rigid and stretched out either side of the woman eating her out. She cried out hard and started to buck and sway to the onset of orgasm. Peter and I held our breath as we watched her rise and rise to her peak, and then sighed heavily as we saw her roll deliciously down the other side. It was very sexy.

"Even though you penetrated her against my instruction," I said, "you can still have her juice. Let us watch as you scoop it out with your tongue."

She leaned into the hot feast before her and dug that long thin tongue into the vagina and brought it out covered in the cum of her little friend in front of her.

"Mmmmmm..." she sighed.

"You must be in great need of your own orgasm by now," I said. "Crawl on to your friend and let her make you cum while you drink the love juice out of her." Then I turned to the blond woman. "She just made you cum. You owe her an orgasm also. Suck her and push your fingers in her to make her cum. But, tell us what you feel. Describe it to us on your way."

Peter squeezed my breast, and turned me to him again and started to kiss me hard. As we kissed the brunette parted her legs and rested her knees either side of the blond girl. We could see perfectly from the tilted mirror at the back of the bed what the blond girl was doing, but while Peter kissed me I could think of nothing but him and his ministrations.

"I can see into her vagina" the blond woman started. The other woman was over the top of her, with her face buried deep between her legs. The blond was panting hard, but she was still able to give us a running commentary.

"She is so wet that when I pull her lips apart I can see her juice running in small drops out of her." She leaned up and licked long from the clitoris right up to the ass. "Oh, she tastes good. We all love licking her pussy all the time because she tastes the best of all of us." She stuck her tongue in again and the brunette moaned into the vagina in front of her. The younger woman slowly eased her middle finger into the pulsing vagina. "Oh she is so hot in her tunnel. It is throbbing. Gripping on to my finger. It wants to." She eased the finger out and slowly put two fingers in. 

"No! That just won't satisfy this hungry pussy. She needs three."

She eased the two fingers out and put three back in. She twisted the fingers and stretched the vagina further apart to accommodate them all. The brunette lifted her head moaning and pumped herself back hard on the three fingers inside her.

"We know she likes three. When the clients are gone and we suck each other, Marguerite always gets three fingers."

Peter grabbed my chin and turned me to face him and started to kiss me ferociously. I was moaning. He slid his hand up my inner thigh and out of the corner of my eye I saw Marguerite watching us, those three fingers pumping in and out of her.

Oblivious to all but the passion between us, Peter slid his hand up my inner thighs till he reached my hot slick slit. He pulled my leg away with his other hand, and stuck two fingers into my dripping hole with one thrust. As I gasped in my kiss, I pushed back on his fingers, spreading my legs further apart. I could see Marguerite pumping harder on the fingers that were inside of her as she watched my vagina writhing in ecstasy on Peter's fingers. She started to cry out as she was cumming.

"Oh... she's cumming. Her pussy is sucking my fingers in. She is going to pull my arm in-oh she loves it. She is cumming all over my fingers."

The blond woman pulled her fingers out and thrust her tongue into the pulsing vagina in front of her. Marguerite was crying out and I saw, despite the best efforts of the woman sucking on her, a couple of drops of juice roll down her thigh.

Peter and I had stopped to watch but we were still pumping; his fingers into me, my hips on to his fingers. He took his fingers out and gave them to me to suck. The he kissed me hard. "Lets get out of here" he said to me. "I need you."

Our time wasn't up yet, but Peter and I had had enough of other people.

"Thank you ladies, you were marvelous," I said as Peter whisked me hard out of the room.

Laughing we bounded down the stairs. I waved goodbye to the woman at the front desk in the lingerie, and we burst out on to the street. Peter grabbed me and kissed me hard. "You are the most exciting, marvelous woman I could ever hope to imagine." He said to me. "I want to fuck you mercilessly, and then I want to take you home and make love to you!"

I grinned! "Where will we go?" I said looking around.

"No fancy hotels for you tonight. I am going to fuck you like a hot little tramp."

I giggled as he dragged me around the streets of the red light district. We walked for a block or so in the direction of where I knew the whores were to buy, when he took me off the beaten path, and down into a park.

I knew the park to be a well-known place to buy sex. Everything was there. Young men, transsexuals, women, whatever you were looking for that you did not want to spend too much money on. These were not the expensive women that we just saw in the brothel. These were the real whores. The real prostitutes. The sleazy back streets.

We noticed that there were people in the park with us, but they were mostly keeping to themselves. They would notice us, but I guessed that when they saw we were playfully together, they lost interest or moved away. Occasionally a woman or a young man would shout out an offer of company to us, but it was clear soon that we were not interested in any company.

At the back of the park was a brick toilet block. The lights had been smashed and there was only total darkness as one looked into either the men's or the women's. But it was busy with traffic. There were people coming in and out of the toilets and loud sounds of sex and laughter coming form within.

We walked around the back. No one was there, but you could clearly hear the sounds form inside the block. Peter stopped. He pushed my back to the wall, and started to kiss me heavily. We could hear everything that was going on inside.

"Oh baby, it has to be a twenty. Don't you have more than that?'

"Give me your cock honey. Get it in there."

"Mmm.. nice to have a chick with a dick? Suck it baby. Suck my titties and my dick."

The conversation behind us was lewd and left nothing to the imagination. These were dirty people doing dirty things and Peter and I were with them.

Peter turned me around to face the brick wall, and pressed my face into it. Then he lifted my skirt. He took his penis out of his fly, and stuck it into me without warning. I was totally ready of course. All I wanted was his penis in me all evening. He slid it in and out of me, and then he moved his body close to mine, and felt around in front for my breasts. As he pumped into me, we were a part of the whirlwind of dirty sex that was around us

"It'll cost you $50 for a blow job. C'mon honey, it's worth it."

"I can blow all your friends, and you while you all watch."

"Oh baby, kiss me honey. Make me cum on your dick."

"You married baby? You cheatin' on anyone? You got to wear a condom sweetie."

I could hear Peter's heavy breathing in my ear as he pushed in and out of me, and we listened to the evil sounds of the oldest profession. Soon, I could feel that I was cumming, and I cried out. As I did, there was a cheer from the toilet block on both sides.

"That's it honey. Cum for your daddy."

"Oh yeah baby, make it happen for all of us."

This was too much for Peter and he burst inside of me. It was the feel of his sperm flooding me that made me explode all over his penis. I groaned loud, and there were more comments from the toilet block when I did. We stood still for about five minutes when we were finished. We were both exhausted through the intense arousal of the entire evening

Peter whispered in my ear "Let me take you home my love."

He took my hand, and carefully stepped me away from the hard brick wall that I had been leaning against. He pulled my dress down and helped me make myself look presentable again. But he did not lead me back up the way that we had come down. He took me down on to the street. He took off his suit coat and put it over me.

"Come on my beautiful Queen. I want to get you into a safe place and make love to you. No more games for tonight."

We walked on the streets to where we had parked the car, tired but happy. We barely said anything to each other. It had been such a wild bad evening, but we were both so safe. We were both with each other and we were both deeply in love. Everything was as it should be.

We got to the car and hopped in. Peter drove us back to his place, back to our little shared cottage. We chatted a little about highlights of the evening, about the gorgeous women we had witnessed, and about the naughty bad sex we had had in the ugliest part of town. We laughed at the way they cheered when I came. Breathlessly we whispered into each other's ears that our lives are forever entwined.

By the time we had gotten home, I was exhausted. Peter ran me a bath, and I stepped into it and lay warm and nestled as he made us herbal teas. I got out of the bath and hopped straight into bed with my tea. Peter had a fast bath after me, and then came into bed with his tea also.

"I think we have scraped all the ugliness of the world off us in that bath" I said with a contented smile.

"Yes my beautiful one. And now I want to take you as a husband take a wife, and I want to remind you of how rare and precious you are."

And he put his tea down, and took mine from me, and lay on top of me and made love to me. And I was about the happiest that I had ever been because everything was right with the world.

*****

Peter was awake further into the night and I was too tired to stay awake waiting for him so I fell asleep to fitful and confused dreams.

My mind was all over the place. I would look at Peter and I would feel overwhelming love for him and I had always felt when I looked at him. I had come to rely on that feeling. I had come to think that nothing could ever take it away. I had lost any feelings of wondering or desire or any kind of willful longings about other men. I had just imagined that I would always love Peter and that he would always love me.

I still had my initial confidence in love, when I thought if him and especially when I could see him. It was still my first response. But now there was a sick tightness in my belly that immediately followed it. That feeling only dissipated when I indulged in feeling of revenge. The only way I could cope with my pain was to see Peter experience it also. I felt as though I needed to see him in pain.

My dreams were weird and crazy. Peter was there sometimes; sometimes he was not. The woman I had seen him with was sometimes there and sometimes not. Images floating in and out of my mind leaving me with the overwhelming feeling that Peter didn't love me anymore. And that he would never want me again.

I woke at about two-ish. I could not see the entire clock besides Peter's bed, but I could see the hour was two. Peter was next to me. I his body rose and fell, sleeping in the shadows, right next to me.

He looked beautiful. He was there; I could reach out and touch him. I had an overwhelming sense of infinity, as if everything rested upon this moment. Would he respond with love if I touched him? Would my touch push him away and plunge me further into this misery? If I did nothing, would he sense it and respond building more clear bricks in the wall between us? Bricks I could see through, but for some reason I could not break down.

I was so confused, but even in that state I knew I could not approach him out of desperation. I would not be able to do that, and it is not appealing in your lover. My fears and my torments were my own. I could only bring them to Peter when he was open to talking about them, open to receiving them. Before then they were my own problem.

And, looking at him next to me in our marital bed, I did not want my problems anyway. I wanted a break from the horrible feeling in my stomach. Both of us were naked, both of us were in bed together, and we are married to each other. If ever there were a moment I should be able to reach out for a man, this was it.

Out of the darkest place in my life, I extended my hand and rested it on Peter's chest. He didn't move, and I knew he must be very deeply asleep. But in this dark moment, from this man who I loved more than I loved my children, I was relieved, because I feared a flinch away from me. As I felt the warmth of Peter's body on my hand it tingled with the realization that he did not subconsciously reject my advances. It was comforting to know that getting rid of me had not sunk in deep below the surface.

I ran my hand over his chest, savoring the wonder of his body, and thinking of how many more times I would get to do this to Peter. This man, this body that I loved so much. I was in a desperate kind of sadness, the most hideous misery of my life. Under all of my anger, my hatred, my fear lay a desperate naked vulnerable love for him, that I did not know how to quench. In our bed, under the watchful eye of the moon, my ache turned to a fiery lust that I only ever knew in the presence of Peter. A lust that hungered beyond the possibility of any kind of satisfaction.

Moving over closer to him, I was aware that if he woke it could be the end of the possibility of touching him, so I was careful not. My vagina ached and my skin wanted his touch, but nothing would be as bad as him pulling away. My heart raced. I felt as though I were dismantling an atomic bomb.

He was still on his back, not snoring but breathing heavily into the night air. My hand was moving lightly over his chest, and I ran it down the line of hair that parted his belly till it became the nest of hair at the base of his loins. I was surprised to find that his penis was half erect. Still soft and warm, but up to meet my hand has it moved down further. I did not want to touch it for fear of disturbing him, but it gave me a hope I did not entertain before.

I moved my hand sensuously now, back up his chest again, and placed it over his heart. I squeezed gently on his left nipple and felt it slightly harden to my touch. Leaning out, very slowly, I licked the very tip of it. My hair had fallen over Peter's chest now and I wondered how he could not have woken. I raised myself up on my arms so I was not too heavy on his chest, but my breasts fell into his side, flesh on flesh, and I felt electricity surge through my body. I lapped at his left nipple, hungry for Peter, hungry for the comfort of sex, till I heard him expel the softest moan.

I froze. There was a suspended moment in time when I was not sure what was going to happen. But as each second dissolved, the likelihood of Peter pushing me away became less and less. After what seemed like an hour, I lowered my mouth to perform its ministrations again, and still Peter did not move.

Encouraged by this now, I kept licking and nibbling on his nipple, and moved my other hand to the other one. It flicked and pulled at his right nipple just a little, then slowly, with a more determined pressure, worked its way down his torso. Both Peter's nipples were hard now, and when my hand moved to the nest of hair at the base of Peter's belly, his penis was there hard to meet me. The foreskin was stretched across the top of his penis, and it felt like iron.

With overwhelming desire, I kissed hot, wet, liquid kisses down his left breast, across his ribs to the center line traveling down his belly, slurping into the whirl of his navel, to the head of penis, tapping me on the chin for recognition. I moved my kiss to the tip of the stretched foreskin, and slid my tongue into the protective cover, running it around his penis under the foreskin. I could taste pre-cum on the tip of Peter's penis, and now I knew he must be in some state akin to awake, but was hoping for this moment also.

I got on to my knees, and moved down the other end of my marital bed. I spread Peter's legs wide, and crouched between them, a high priestess ready to perform the ablutions. 

I leaned forward and my breasts rubbed sensuously against Peter's testicles. I heard him gasp, and I moved my breasts back and forth, at first only brushing the sensitive skin of his sack, and then moving my chest harder into the area between his legs. My hair fell about my shoulders and I leaned down so that it was spilling over his thighs. His Penis was just millimeters away from my face, and I breathed on it as I rubbed my breasts between his legs.




Dark Redemption Ch. 12



Pulling back a little, I stuck out my tongue and moved my face into his ass. Just above the hole of his ass, I licked hard up the perineum, to his scrotum, hard over his balls, to the base of his penis. I licked in one long stroke till I got to the tip of his penis, then I closed my hot mouth over the swell of the head and licked and sucked with all the built up lust inside of me. I was still hunched in between his legs, and I could feel his wiry pubic hair on my large swinging breasts, my nipples hard grazing his crawling, moving sack. 

I started to stroke Peter's penis with one hand and I snaked the other between my own legs to find that I was dripping wet. Peter started to moan softly, not waking up entirely, but slowly thrusting his hips into my mouth. I felt a hand on the back of my head apply gentle pressure and then I knew that I was making love with my husband.

A feeling of indescribable joy flooded through me. The hand was gentle but wholly encouraging and my body responded with a flowing river of intense wetness. I wanted Peter inside me, but I was aware that he was still partially asleep, and that this was an erotic moment, even though I was experiencing intense lust.

I pulled my head off his penis, and his hand slipped away. I could hear his panting in the dark, but I could not really make out his face. Leaving my face close to his loins, I swiveled about till I had twisted my body in the opposite direction. I spread my legs, and the scent of female arousal filled the room immediately. Encouraged by this, I placed a knee both side of his chest, and leaned forward again to take Peter into my mouth. Once he was safely in there, I pushed pack and lowered my sex on to his face.

There was no response at first. He lay passively. All the while still sucking him, I gyrated my hips so that the soft labia rubbed against his mouth. It was very exciting. The softness of Peters closed mouth, against the wetness of my open vagina. I let Peter's penis fall from my mouth, and I concentrated on my own pleasure for just a few minutes. 

I Leaned back on my knees, and bending them up and down for leverage, I rubbed my soaking wet vagina all over Peter's face, letting my wetness cover all of him. I heard his moaning first and I knew he must be aroused to distraction. Then I felt the very tip of his tongue snake its way out of his closed lips, on my labia. I moved my clitoris directly over it immediately, and felt a surge of erotic tingle into the base of my spine. 

Leaning slightly forward with my hands on his chest, I moved off my knees, to my feet so that I had more leverage over Peter's face. I slid my clitoris over his protruding tongue exactly as felt the best for me. I knew that the wetness bust be dripping out of me on to his face, but I wanted to cum. I just wanted that release, the safety of sexual desire. 

I felt my orgasm approaching from a long way away. Peter wasn't moving; his tongue stuck right out now. I was just running my clit over it, sloshing my pussy back and forth every now and then, but mostly just keeping that hot tongue busy on my clitoris. When I did cum, it was explosive, all the pent up fears and high emotions of the last couple of days falling and pumping out of me in a passionate release. I cried out and thrust hard against his face, pressing my dripping vagina into him. He grabbed at my bucking hips and pushed his tongue deep into me as hard as he could, moaning into my soaking slit.

As soon as my orgasm has subsided, Peter still holding me by the hips, slid me off his face, and pushed me off his body. I fell to his left. He grabbed me again by my hips and rolled me on to my back. He fell over the top of me, thrusting his penis into me in one go. He was grunting and groaning and plunging his penis in and out of me hard. I knew that he was going to cum. I knew Peter so well. I knew his body, I knew what he loved, and I knew how to please him, how to tap into his deepest desires. 

I closed my legs over his back and locked my feet together to give him complete access. He had a hand on my breast and the other one behind my back holding hard to my hair. He held my body like it was a rag doll, thrusting and thrusting into it with all the rising of his passion. He kissed my face and the smell of my fresh orgasm all over his face, drove me crazy, as I sucked at his mouth.

Soon I could feel his orgasm approaching. He was facing his own moment. I bucked my hips up to meet each of his thrusts, wanting him deeper and deeper inside of me. I felt his legs go stiff and I knew he would be cumming soon. I thrust his penis into me when I knew he was on the verge of tipping over, and I felt his penis spasm and spurt its seed deep into my willing hungry body.

He lay on top of me letting his euphoria pass, and I lay still savoring what had just gone on between us. I still had my legs locked about his body, and his face was pressed into my hair. He stayed there for longer than usual. Breathing hard, drinking me in.

"My beautiful Anna. My perfect Anna." He whispered into my hair.

He rolled off my body, and as he had always done for as long as I have known him, he cared for me. He helped me back into my place in the bed next to him, and he lay close to my body, as he stroked my hair and kissed my face. We did not speak. There was just too much to say, and I guessed that neither of us felt safe enough to open up the well of emotions that were passing between us.

After he could see that I was relaxed and happy, he lay next to me, with an arm about my shoulders and a hand across to my left breast. I rolled over so that my face was so close to his our breath mingled into each other's lungs. The wetness was trickling out of me and pooling in the fold of my thigh, dripping in slow motion down to the mattress between us. He damp penis hung slack pressed into the pooling wetness of my thigh.

I had my eyes closed and I could smell the strong scent of Peter's semen, my arousal and the unmistakable smell of Peter, my beloved, my man. It was a smell that I had grown to love and that could arouse me when Peter was out and I touched a shirt, or lay my head n his pillow.

I didn't know what tomorrow would bring. Soon I heard the familiar heavy breathing of Peter's sleepiness. He hadn't moved. We were still laying, arms about each other, bodies facing each other, our aura's mingling, our souls reaching out in the darkness of the night. In that feint moment I felt that we would find each other again. That we were meant to be and that some how our connection would withstand any onslaught.

We slept like that all that night. Like lost lovers trying to find each other. The night making anything possible. The moon concealing and revealing the truth.



Dark Redemption Ch. 13



I vaguely felt Peter leave my arms in the morning, but I was so filled with contentment, I barely stirred. I had dreamed in the night, and they were still strange dreams, but more along the lines of Peter and I reaching out for each other across deep chasms and raging rivers. Always in my various dreams, we touched our hands, but we were still left with the dilemma of how to get to each other.

And that was what I woke to, about half an hour after Peter had gotten out of bed. 

Somehow, we'd reached each other in the night, but what to do now? 

It was Saturday. The fourth day after, I'd followed Peter, suspicious for the first time in my entire life, and saw him kissing the woman in the window of the pub. I felt as though I had been through every kind of emotion since then, every roller coaster of the mind. The days leading up to when I followed him had their own kind of misery. I had this grumbling churning feeling in my belly as I realized over several days and several odd moments that Peter may be having an affair with another woman. I was too proud to snoop through his things. I just followed him one day when my intuition was sure. And my suspicions were confirmed.

I felt good about what had gone on between us in the night. I had felt Peter tender, but also wild. The passion was between us again. But I wanted this to be the grounding for something. The place to start from. This wasn't a goodbye between Peter and I. I needed this to be something new.

I still had feelings in me to see Peter suffer, but the feelings that I had for him while we made love, the strength of that moment out weighed what I could see in myself when I ached for his pain. It was confusing. I could not really tell what I wanted. No wonder I was puzzled about what Peter wanted. I imagined he must be very perplexed himself. Nothing about Peter and I, and our connection, was prepared for another person taking either of our bodies, let alone feelings. I had been so sure of him. So sure. A little too sure perhaps.

I could hear the shower going and I saw Peter in my minds eye, lathered, soapy, confused. I glanced over at the clock. Seven-thirty in the morning. Saturday. He was going to do a half-day then the rest of the afternoon was for the kids and us. I thought it might be best if I organized something for all of us to do together. I could plan a great afternoon, and perhaps wear the kids out a little. Peter and I might actually get a nice Saturday night together at home.

I was musing over these ideas when I heard Peter's mobile go off. At seven-thirty in the morning? I glanced over at it by his bed. I always thought twice before I picked up Peter's mobile. We had an unwritten rule that we respected each other's privacy, like diaries and mobiles and e-mails. I loved that rule. For me it showed the depth of trust I placed in him. I had thought a couple of times recently that it would be easy for me to snoop, I had developed such a strong reputation for not snooping. But I did not want to. I loved not being the kind of wife that went through things looking for clues. And I did not want to stop being that wife.

But a phone call on his mobile at seven-thirty was unusual, and I thought I should lean over and just look at the number. I did, and it was the client that he had booked in for nine. I picked up the phone and ran naked to the bathroom, telling Peter that Hanson was on the phone for him. Peter stuck his head out of the shower and grabbed the phone off me. He answered it and had a brief conversation.

I stood there, waiting for the phone like a secretary. When he finished he handed the phone to me.

"God. He is in an emergency. I will get into the office by eight now, and then he wants me at his offices at ten, instead of Monday. I might be a little later darling. He's being stalked by his wife. We have to get on to this, because she's stolen company records."

I looked at him, holding his phone in my hand. Peter had hung up, but in his haste, and being in the shower he had pressed the wrong button, and his in box had come up. The first message in the in box was from someone called "Katrina". I was looking at him, as he stuck his head back into the shower. 

"Just leave the phone with my briefcase darling. I will be out in a sec."

It was only three steps to where his briefcase was, with his clothes just outside the bathroom. But by the time I had crossed the floor, I had read the message from Katrina.

"Darling. Sorry we could not do it Thursday. I want our first time to be special anyway. Can do next Friday. Take a half-day. We will need it."

My mind whirled. The shower stopped and I locked the phone on its normal screen and put it on Peter's clothes. I felt so sick. I moved back into the bedroom and climbed into bed. I heard Peter hop out of the shower and start dressing.

"This divorce is awful honey. My client and his ex are giving each other such a hard time. I guess in the long run they both still have feelings for each other and you just can't wipe out that kind of history in a short while. But this is a mess. I only agreed to take him on a week ago and now I am deep into all this. I want to go out with you and the kids this afternoon, so I think this will all be over by one or so. I will text or phone and let you know."

I was hearing everything he was saying, but I was frozen.

Peter walked into the bedroom. "Did you hear me babe? I will be back early still. I want to have our afternoon with you and the kids. Are you ok?"

I must have looked like a saw a ghost. I could not think. I wanted him to go again. To just get out. Again, I had to gather my wits and take control of the situation.

"I'm ok honey. Just feeling lazy. Are the kids watching Saturday morning cartoons? I might take advantage and read in bed a little."

Peter looked hard at me. "Is that all?"

"Yes darling. I'm fine. God, I hope this thing goes well for you, and that you are able to deal with it ok. It could just be the early days for them. I am sure when the settle into the divorce they will get control of themselves."

Peter walked over to me in the bed. He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. "I had a wonderful time last night. It felt so special. I love you Anna."

I kissed him back and smiled faintly. "I love you too Peter."

He stood up and walked out of the room. I heard him potter about and collect things and then he stood at the door, looking dashing in his suit, and blew me a kiss. "See you later beautiful woman." And he was out in the world beyond us.

As soon as I heard him leave, I started to cry. The reality was too much for me. We had this incredible experience in the night and now I am seeing these messages from this horrible woman who was trying to create intimacy with my husband. 

I knew that the kids would be happy and busy in front of Saturday cartoons for a couple of hours yet. I got myself up out of bed and made them some breakfast simply to break the cycle of tears. I did not need clouded thinking in this matter, and I had to be more logical.

One of the great things about the text that I had seen was that Peter had not yet slept with this woman. That was positive. Also, I did not know when the text was sent, but Peter had made love to me last night since, so I had that score in my favor. But here I was talking about the situation as if she were my enemy, when it had to be faced, that in this situation Peter was betraying me. Not her. She had made me no promises, nor any to my children. It was Peter who had made those promises and those commitments. She owed me nothing.

And why did I want a man who could do this to me? But maybe, I was with a man who couldn't do this to me. Peter hadn't slept with her yet. But the message had clearly stated that they had a plan to do it next Friday.

I jumped out of bed and raced for the shower. I wanted to get downstairs and check the appointments book. It felt as thought my very life depended upon it. I just felt that if I saw in the appointment book that Peter had scheduled to be out all next Friday that would be a confirmation that he was going to make love with Katrina. She now had a name. Katrina! 

I showered fast, but still cleaned and preened my body. All I knew to do was to be ready for anything and my plan was still to hurt Peter. Even though I had challenged that notion, the text message had put me back comfortably into rage. I was doing everything in my power to not get wildly furious with Peter. And I couldn't really tell why I was resisting that either.

I put on a pretty dress that Peter loved and some flat shoes. Then I heard the sound that I was waiting for. Peter pulled out of the driveway in his car. I told the kids that I had to just check on the diary in the office and that I would be back in a second. They barely took their eyes off the television, their little mouths full of toast. I ducked down the main stairs, and ran to the secretary's desk. There was the large diary that she worked the appointments out of. I turned to the next page, which was Sunday, and then the following. Monday. There was my team meeting, scheduled and all the attendees had been confirmed. I flicked through the pages, and then my heart stopped beating. Friday! The day had been blocked out for Peter, and I was scheduled to have the day off. And Under Peter it said:

"All day Hanson client. No mobile access."

It was in Peter's handwriting. He had written that in himself. He did intend to go and sleep with this woman. And he intended for his mobile to be turned off all day as well.

Today was Saturday. My husband was planning to be unfaithful to me in seven days time. And somehow I was a silent witness to the whole thing. As if I were watching my life unfold before me on a stage, everything is happening but I am not actually being a part of it all. It felt surreal. I was flooded with memories of last night and the new cold realisation that dawn had brought.

So he had not slept with her yet, but he intended to still. In the hour he was in the office this morning before he left he had not changed the book. What had happened between us last night had not caused him to rush to make any major changes. I realized all of this was speculation, but I could not help the way that I felt. My feelings were going crazy.

A part of me was tempted to search Peter's computer while he was out, or go through the files to search out who this Katrina woman is. But I still wanted to be the wife that does not snoop. Even though I had seen the text message, even though I had followed my husband earlier in the week, I still felt defined as good because of all the things that I had not done that I could have done. But it was more than goodness. I was proud also. I was too proud to snoop through Peters things like a jealous obsessive wife. Whatever Peter may be able to do to me, he could not reduce me to that.

With a heavy heart I walked back up the stairs to my children. They were still sitting happily in front of the television. And I glanced at the clock. Nine o clock. The time was flying. Peter was due back at around midday or one. I wanted to get us ready to go out then, and I was going to think of us doing something that would wear the children out. Those plans seemed foolish now. Infantile.

But I had to stay focussed. I remembered, I am in control, Peter is not. A lot has happened since Peter received that text message, of that I was sure. And I knew that I had a date. I date to check to see when Peter would be unfaithful to me. I knew that I had a week to win him back. Thoughts of wanting to see him suffer came flying in on me again and thrilled me. I did want to see him suffer. I wanted him to suffer as I am suffering now.

I got myself into action. I phoned our cleaner and asked her if she would come in this afternoon to do the house. It was out of schedule, but she said that she would be happy to. Then I called the marina, and asked if we could hire a boat for the afternoon. I booked it all, as well as a driver, and had the boat stocked with fishing poles. Peter loved to fish, and an afternoon with the kids on a nice big boat, with me prancing about in my bikini would put Peter in an excellent mood. The boat would be ready at two, and we had it till six pm.

I packed the kids up to much wailing and objection and got them into the car. We went down to the supermarket where I bought them a packet of chips each to pay off being taken away from cartoons and I bought lots of nice foods for our hamper. I spoke to the local Japanese restaurant and ordered a dinner for Peter and I at eight, and hired an erotic film that I had always wanted to share with Peter for the night. The kids, god bless them, ran about behind me like little troupers and I felt glad that I had such a great afternoon planned for them. I told them that as soon as Daddy had gotten home we were going out on a very special fun afternoon.

Back home, I got the kids ready for their treat, and did a brief tidy up so that the cleaner would be able to get around the house and do her job without having to move over the top of our stuff. The idea was that we would have a wonderful afternoon on the boat, and that the kids would be worn out. Then we would come home to a clean home and after the kids were in bed, Peter and I would have a romantic dinner, watch a nice film together and then make love. 

It all sounded perfect.

Peter sent me a text as he said he would that agreed to meet me at home at one in the afternoon. I told him that I had something special scheduled for two, and that if he were home by one that would be fine. I gave the kids some lunch and let them place their electronic games for an hour.

That was my moment to sit. I had a full hour before Peter was due home and the kids were happy. Our hamper was packed for our late afternoon tea and we were all ready to go.

I escaped quickly into the bedroom, and sat down for just a minute to catch my breath. Tears started to well in my eyes. That was how I felt. Pathetic. Even in all the excitement of the potential of the afternoon.

Peter arrived and the children, keen to know what their big surprise was, jumped up and ran to him, happily leaving electronic games, completely out of character. Peter looked much happier today, and he picked the kids up and hugged them both. 

"What is the surprise Daddy?" asked Thomas.

"I don't know. It is Mummy's surprise."

I pulled my spirit high and entered into the spirit of the game I had created as best I could. "Now, I have not told anyone. It is a very special surprise. Daddy has to go and get changed into his shorts and shirt and then we can all go. I will let you know just before we get there what we are doing this afternoon."

Peter rushed into the bedroom with the kids on his heels telling him to hurry. He came out laughing with them, looking dashing and about five years younger than her had the night before when he came home.

With considerable effort I got them all into my car, and off we went with the children badgering me all the way to let them know what was going on.

It felt good to have Peter by my side, looking handsome and relaxed. I wanted to make love to him again. A piece of me gained renewed hope at his mood and I fancied that somehow it meant that he was moving back towards his little family again rather than into the arms of his new lover. He looked me in the eye several times, a little like he used to before I was a mother, and grinned his boyish thrilled grin.

As we came around the corner of the hill, and wound our way down to the town's bay the children saw the marina and started to yell. 

"Are we going on a boat Mummy?" Asked Jane breathlessly.

"Yes! We are all fishing this afternoon on the boat. Does that sound like fun?"

There were great cheers went up from everyone in the car, and I was almost happy there in the throws of the pleasure of family life. Almost.

*****

The afternoon was as close to pure bliss as was possible for me on that day. The sun shone high and the children -- all three of them that afternoon -- caught fish. Peter's catch was so large that we all declared it would be Sunday lunch. Thomas and Jane caught little swimmers that we placed in a bucket till it was time to go home and with much ceremony they were tipped back into the ocean with promises and threats of our return.

Peter looked so happy; it was impossible for me to imagine he was actually going to go through with his affair. He played with the children and laughed and made advances toward me in my bikini all afternoon. We had real family time. 

But family time was not the thing that I knew would seduce Peter back to me. It was our connection in the darker places inside us. Because we both played our roles as dutiful parents, we were focussed on another kind of link. However, it was not this that made me special for Peter. Peter could have found a loving wife in many women, and he could have raised babies and had a lovely home. I was not essential for that. The thing that made me special, to myself that Peter loved in me, was my darkness. And that was not a thing to be paraded before our children.

With exhausted arms and tired legs, we packed up at the end of the day. We thanked our driver and gave him a tip, and took our belongings back to the marina. Jane and Thomas carried the large fish in a basket between them, and Peter and I staggered behind them with all the belongings that we had taken with us. It was fortunate the trip home in the car was a short one, because the children, still and very quiet, almost fell asleep on the way.

At home I took the kids into the bath while peter made them boiled eggs and toast for dinner. They munched down their light snack of a tea, almost falling asleep in their food. I had them into bed by seven even though they were probably asleep by a quarter to.

I came out into the lounge. The house was immaculate. Peter had cleared away the children's things, and was opening a bottle of wine that I had set aside in the fridge.

"I might be joining them fairly early myself tonight. I didn't realize how tired I was." He jollied as I walked into the room.

"Oh no you don't." I walked toward him looking him directly in the eye. "I have something special planned for us tonight. Our dinner arrives at eight."

"What a day! What are we having?"

"Japanese."

Peter poured me a glass of chilled wine. "Well Madame, you had better get yourself into the bath for a wind down, because our food will be here in an hour and I am keen to relax with my lovely wife."

While I was his lovely wife, I wanted to be more that night.

"I'll take a bath. And I rented us a film. I thought that might be a nice way for us to relax tonight."

"Sounds good my darling." Peter was already moving toward the Saturday paper. I guessed I had my work cut out for me if I was going to get him into the place that I wanted him.

"Darling, why don't you have a little rest?" I suggested. I thought if he took a small sleep, I would have better chance of enjoying a night with him if he woke up. 

"Oh, I will. I am exhausted. Come and wake me when the food arrives."

Peter went directly to our bedroom and in just five minutes I could hear him snoring. 

I went and lay in the hot bath keeping my mind focussed on the evening before me. To be honest, I didn't feel much like creating an erotic atmosphere myself. I was tired and I was hurt. I wanted to confront Peter and cause a huge fight. Mostly because I wanted him to say to me that I was a mad housewife and that I had invented the whole thing. It would fix nothing but my mood, but I just wanted to cause it. Anything, other than this agonizing mind circling. But I only had a week, and I wanted my husband to choose me again. To choose me over every other woman. I had to stay focussed and I had to get him back.




Dark Redemption Ch. 13



I washed myself carefully and prepared myself for a wonderful night of sex with my husband. I paid special attention to every detail. I shaved what needed to be shaved, plucked what needed to be plucked and scrubbed what needed to be scrubbed. As I was stepping out the phone rang, and I ran to pick it up so as not to wake my children.

"Dinner ready. In ten minutes."

Okay. So the food was on its way.

I made up a small picnic in the lounge room. I took a night thick blanket from the cupboard and placed it on the floor. I lit candles and circled them around the rug. I put the film in the DVD player ready to go, and took lots of cushions off all the lounges to lie back on. I heard a slight scuffle behind me, and I turned to see Peter coming out of the bedroom.

"Thanks, that was just what I needed. Hey! What is all this?"

"I thought we would have a little picnic with our food while we watch this nice film that I got for us." I showed him the cover of the film. 

Whistling a slow low whistle, Peter looked with approval at the blurb on the back cover. "An erotic French thriller, in the film noir tradition. A woman in search of her real identity takes many lovers to uncover her past. Wow. This sounds great honey."

I was only wearing my thick black robe. "Why don't you go and hop into the shower for a sec, then come back here and eat and enjoy this little flick with me?"

Peter grinned and raced off. In a few seconds I could hear the shower running. I slipped into the bedroom and took out my black lace underwear. The same set that I had worn the day we went to the sex shop. I almost never wore it anymore, but I knew that it was Peter's favorite. It was not just that it suited me so well. It was also that it had such special memories for us.

By the time Peter was out of the shower, the dinner had arrived and was laid out before us. He had his black robe on also, and his dark hair was swept back off his face. I always thought he looked gorgeous. He had that way with me. Even before we were married, before we were even lovers, I thought he was gorgeous.

He sat down next to me in our small erotic love nest and leaned in to give me a kiss. I handed him a fresh glass of wine and clinked glasses with him. "To us" I said. Peter looked immediately nervous, and said "To us." Then he looked away

"Wow. This food looks great!"

He started to help himself to the various dishes and sushi before him while I put the film on. We both settled back.

It did not take long for the film to produce some dark erotic images. The first person that the woman took for her lover in her journey to find herself was another woman, and so we watched as women kissed sensually on the screen and rubbed each other between the legs. 

I looked over at Peter and he was watching intently. It was not like a pornographic film. It was real. The people playing these roles were professional actors, so it was almost like eavesdropping on people's lives. There was an intimacy that you don't get from skin flicks. I glance down and saw that there was a bulge in Peters' robe. His penis was obviously starting to thicken.

I slid over a little closer to him, and without taking his eyes off the screen, he moved to accommodate me. I noticed that he was still eating some teriyaki chicken, but that he was stuck with his fork half way to his mouth. The thing that had his attention was the two women were giving each other head. 

I took the chicken off his fork and with my fingers, moved it to his lips. He ate out of my hand while still looking at the screen. It was sexy watching him eat food out of my fingers. I took another piece of chicken while he was still chewing on the first piece, and I rubbed it gently along his lips as he finished the piece in his mouth. But this point the story had moved on from that sex scene and he turned his gaze toward me. I took the piece of chicken in my own mouth, and moved close to him. He leaned forward and closed his mouth over the other end of the food and sucked on it, till he pulled it softly from my mouth, staring me in the eye as he did it.

My vagina immediately responded to this sexual awakening in him. But I wanted to go slow. I needed to keep control of the situation. It had to be enticing. Peter loved me as the mother of his children, but I needed him to see me as a woman tonight. A woman who was separate from her children. I needed him to need me; the human being, the woman of his dreams.

We watched a little more of the film. Soon there was another intense scene, when the woman was making love to a much older man. He was performing light bondage on her and paying attention to her erotically rather than to his own desire and his own body. It was not stimulating in a sexual way, but it was erotically challenging. I licked at peters ears as he watched, fascinated. I licked his neck. I turned my head to my glass of wine, and filled my mouth, then I turned back toward him as he turned toward me to kiss me. In our kiss, I gently released the wine into his mouth so that he drank from me. Our kiss was wet and cool.

We went back to watching for a little while longer. Soon, the man was moving the woman about like a doll. Her breasts were tied and she had a beautiful silk scarf about her mouth like a gag. It was not titillating, but it was erotic.

I slid down the floor a little and opened Peters robe just partially where his penis was. I took it out, keeping his testicals and the rest of his genitals hidden. I moved my mouth over it, giving him slow sensual licks as he watched the film. He sighed heavily and lay back into the couch. I opened the front of my robe, and lay over his legs, my lace underwear and stockings rubbing luxuriously against his legs. As he watched the end of the film, I licked and sucked slowly and sensuously on his hard penis.

When the film was done, Peter reached down for me. I moved up his body and sat astride him, and we kissed passionately. He was responding very powerfully. He started to moan into my mouth.

"Anna, oh Anna"

I kissed and kissed him. We clung to each other, kissing, my panties rubbing hard against his erect penis, as I thrust against him. I felt alive with passion for him, for my husband, father of my children, and man of my dreams. He was holding me and rocking against me. Suddenly, against my cheek, I could feel tears.

I pulled back and saw that Peter was crying.

"Darling. Are you okay?" I was genuinely horrified. I hadn't expected this.

"Yes. It's just that I have missed this so much. I missed the wild side of you. And I have wanted it. I just felt responsible for turning it away in the first place. It is the thing I love about you the most. This delicious wickedness inside you."

"Come to bed with me. Let me make love to you the way we should be."

"Yes my love, my beautiful love." Peter still looked sad, but we stood up together and automatically wrapped up our robes. We packed away food that could not be left out, and made our way into the bedroom.

As soon as we walked in, I shut the door behind Peter.

"What about the kids?" He asked.

"It is time we took our space Peter." I said. "They can come and find us if they need us."

He moved in closer to me and started to kiss me hard. 

"Oh god, how I've missed you. I am such a fool. Tell me that I have not completely destroyed everything that I love."

Peter had said nothing of the affair, only that he had buried my bad girl. I was not going to confront him. Not now that things were going well. I still wanted him seduced, but when he was like this, when I felt that I had him, it was difficult for me to want his pain. I craved his love so much that when he was giving it to me I did not want anything to take it away again.

"Darling, my bad woman was gone for a while, but you know the nature of these things. She can't be buried forever. Sooner or later she asserts her rightful place."

"We have some time tonight, and we have had such a good day. Let's do something wicked. But I want you to suggest. I am too out of practice, and," he gave me a very slight look, "we know how exciting it is when you make suggestions and give directions."

I thought for a moment. I was not ready for this. I had not expected Peter to talk so freely at this stage, and I also did not think he would raise another issue before we got a chance to confront his infidelity. Men were smart and Peter was smarter than all that I had ever known. I had to stay ahead of the game here. I had to think of something that we could do that would be wild enough to bring Peter too me but tame enough that we could do it while the children were in the house with us. Then I had a great idea!

"Darling, hop into bed. I will be right back."

As Peter took off his robe and climbed into bed, I went into the study and got my laptop. I bought it back into the bedroom. Peter was sitting up against pillows naked. He had a fairly slight smile on his face, but I could sense that he was conflicted. He loved me. I could see that, but he had buried me as well and he knew that he had done that. The real me had to be retrieved and he had left me to do that for myself. He would know that he had made this mistake and he would be grappling with it himself.

I took off my robe, and stood before him in my black lace underwear. He looked me over in the way that I remembered from long ago. A kind of approving lust, and folded the sheets of my side of the bed back in order to make room for me. I walked over and climbed in the bed next to him. From there I leaned forward and turned the laptop on. Peter hated Internet porn because of all the pop ups and the general stupidity and the lack of sophistication. But I had something in mind that I had found many months ago, that I had never told Peter about. I knew that it would be exciting for us.

Peter was watching with dubious interest. I knew that he trusted me, and therefore he would not criticize without knowing what I was up to, but at the same time I knew that he would not at all be impressed if the best I could do was Internet porn.

I came to a website that had a black background and a long series of stories. Just words. Peter's interest peaked and he moved his head close to mine.

"What's this?" He asked reaching out for my breast casually.

"Stories my love. I am going to read to you while you masturbate."

Peter and I had masturbated in front of each other before, but purely as foreplay, not really to reach orgasm. Often we would show each other how we liked to be touched but this was all just part of our play together. Now, I was asking Peter to listen to my voice and my voice alone as it told him the wicked things and to bring himself off.

"But I don't want to cum that way. Can't we have the story and then have sex?"

"Yes, but I want you to pump yourself while I read these things to you. In my beautiful sweet voice I will be saying the vilest things. I want you to keep yourself aroused so that you get used to seeing me in the deepest of sexual intensity."

Peter's eyes shone, and he slid further down into the bed, under the covers.

"Uncover yourself. I want to see you. And I want you to see me."

He took the covers off the bed. I lay facing him, and he was on his side facing me. He could easily see my body. I took my panties off and left the stockings and suspenders and my bra on. That way I could rub between my legs as I was reading.

I found the most lurid of stories that I knew existed. I figured if I was going to do this, that I would go for broke. It was a story about a woman who had sex with another woman in front of her husband and two of his friends. It was filled with filthy words and all of the men sleep with the two women as they sleep with each other and after. 

As I read, I snaked my hand down to my clitoris and rubbed it, strumming away to make myself cum. I could see peter pulling hard on his very erect penis as I rolled my tongue around all the filthy words, saying the straight without pretension or fear. I said them straight and clear, and made sure that my voice was sexy and alluring.

When I got to the dirtiest part, I could hear Peter groaning. Suddenly he said;

"Stop Anna. I'm going to cum and I want to cum in you. How close are you?"

"I am almost there as well" I told him. "But I'll need just a little more."

"Then keep reading for another paragraph or two."

As I started to read, Peter moved around the bed and planted himself between my legs. I read more about all the dirty things that these women were doing and having done to them and Peter had his face between my legs and was licking and sucking on my clitoris. 

I could only stand a minute of this, and I said, "I'm going to cum in a second."

I put the laptop aside and Peter crawled on top of me. He kissed me and slid his hard penis straight into me as he sunk himself on to my body. He thrust only a few times as he kissed me hard, and I could feel myself starting to cum. As my vagina sucked and gulped on his penis, he started to cum himself and sprayed his seed deep into my body.

Peter stayed there for a few minutes, drinking in my smells and panting into my hair. He rolled off me eventually, and looked into my eyes.

"I love you Anna." He said to me. "I love you more tonight than I think I have ever loved you."

I burst into tears and buried my face into his chest.



Dark Redemption Ch. 14



I woke the next morning to sunshine pouring in through the window in my bedroom.

And I was alone. Peter was up. With the kids I hoped.

I actually felt good for the first time in a week. The worst week of my life. I did not know what the future was going to bring yet, but this morning I felt good and it was so great to have that feeling, I did not want any planning or theories or ideas to interrupt it.

I heard the children in the kitchen, with Peter making them food and hushing them to keep quiet for fear of waking Mummy. They were whispering so loud that I could hear them better than if they'd used their normal voices.

The bed was warm and I felt relaxed. So I faked still being asleep for a little tiny while longer, savoring the moment of being nestled and being loved by Peter. Then I heard the espresso coffee machine going, and I knew that Peter and the children were making me breakfast in bed.

Thomas whispered louder than he could yell that he was going to check if I were awake yet. I thought I had better let them know that I was up, so I bunched my pillows up behind me and sat upright just in time for little chubby fingers to curl around the door and his face to follow. It lit up to see that I was awake and sitting up in bed.

"Mummy, mummy, you are awake! Daddy has made you breakfast in bed," suddenly his face fell, "but don't tell daddy that I told you because it is a surprise."

He ran out of the room as soon as he had come in, dying to be the first to announce that I was awake.

Soon Jane holding a mug of hot coffee as if it were a cup of liquid gold came through the door, closely followed by Thomas who had a plate with two pieces of Vegemite toast on it. Peter followed up behind, smiling at me and keeping a close eye on the children. Jane rested my coffee on the bedside table, and Thomas complained that now there was no room for his toast. Jane jumped on to the bed, in one leap. Thomas, wanting to be a part of that fun, carefully put the toast down on the floor next to the bed, and then jumped up as well.

"Mummy, we made you breakfast that you can eat in bed and it is not your birthday or Mother's day. It is just for loving." Jane was keen to explain.

I hugged my kids and looked up at Peter, who smiled at me and said, "Yes, just for loving." 

But, I wanted to know what was up for this Sunday as a little family. "What are we going to do today?"

"Grandma!" Shouted the two children together.

I shot Peter a questioning glance. 

"Mum is in town. She called an hour ago." He explained. "She wants to take the kids for the day, and the come here for dinner to see all of us tonight. Is all that okay with you?"

"Fine! I don't know about you kids though. Are you going to have a good time with grandma all day?"

"Yay". they said together again. They started to jump harder on the bed.

"Okay you two, that's enough. I guess if grandma is coming you had better think about getting dressed so that you are ready for her."

The two of them leapt off the bed and ran out of the room in the direction of their bedrooms. Peter picked the plate of toast off the floor and came to the edge of the bed, and sat next to me. 

"Well lovely lady. That means it is just you and me for the day." He grinned that grin that I love so much. "Any suggestions of what WE might get up to today?"

"What about a picnic? Something romantic. We could head down to the marina again and then go out to the little island in the bay. Neither of us has been before, and it is such a great day. We can be lazy and read books and lay about on each other. Maybe even find a little spot for some slap and tickle. What do you think?"

"Perfect perfect perfect.! The only problem with that plan is that we have to get going. I think the ferry leaves hourly from the marina and it is ten now. You had a nice big sleep in. Mum will be here in thirty minutes. Why don't I see that the kids are ready, while you have your coffee and toast, then we can get ready and be down there by eleven. What do you say? Can we pack a picnic basket that fast?"

"We have leftovers from yesterday. We have to come back by about four to get that huge fish cooked for dinner tonight. Is your Dad here too?"

"Yes. He's speaking at a convention. It was a last minute thing, he is replacing someone who was sick. Mum isn't going, so she wants the kids for the day. But they both want to come here for tea."

"Then fish it will be. Done on the barbie!"

Peter smiled at me again, warming my heart to its very core, then left the room. I grabbed a magazine by my bed and flicked through fashion as I nibbled on my very cold toast and drank my, still warm and just the way I like it, coffee. I could not relax for long however. Once we had established an agenda for the day, I wanted to get into it with my family.

It was not till I was in the shower that I thought again of the situation that had been plaguing me for the last seven days. The thing that I was waiting for now was to speak to Peter about what I knew, or to wait for him to speak to me. I also wanted evidence that he wasn't going out the following Friday. 

So much had changed between Peter and I over the last twenty-four hours, I felt sure that It would make a difference to his situation, but I had to remind myself that officially I knew nothing about that and that everything depended on how Peter was going to act. I could imagine what he was going to do and I could wonder about it, but in the end, I had to wait and see.

I didn't spend long in the shower, because of the big day that we had planned. I was out and getting dressed when Peter popped his head around the door and told me that his Mother had left with the kids already. 

"We're alone." He smiled.

"Well mister, you'll have to wait for any fun from me if we are going to catch the ferry. Have your shower and I'll start work on the picnic basket."

I packed in a hurry while Peter was in the shower. I glanced over at his phone while I was packing and noticed that it was turned off. At first I smiled a sly little half smile. "If she thought she'd get in touch with him today, she'll be surprised." I thought.

Then my heart started to race. Unless it was just to keep me from his phone. No. There was no way. Not after what was going on between us. I had to banish these thoughts from my mind. Peter was not going to cheat on me, not next Friday or any other day. I am not sure where his head had been in the past few weeks, but one thing is for sure, I knew where it is now.

I knew then that we would have to discuss this in some way and try to get past it. I was still really hurt. As soon as anything reminded me of what was going on behind my back made me feel so sick, and it was a taint on our relationship. It was better that I knew he was not unfaithful to me, but I still hated the thought of that shared intimacy with the other woman that I had seen that day.

And I needed to revert just a little to my plan again. I did not want Peter to suffer, but I did want him to have the experience of fear that losing me would inflict. I wanted him to know how bad it felt, so that there was no chance of it ever happening again in any way. And an essential part of this plan was to unleash my darker side.

I glanced down quickly at the sweet little shirt and shorts that I had on, and decided that I needed to change. I ran to the bedroom as I heard the shower turn off. We would have to leave very soon.

I took the clothes that I was wearing off, and wrapped a sarong over the top of my skimpy bikini. It was an entire matching set, and even though I would have preferred the 'baby sags" to have not been there and my breasts proving that gravity is our master, I still looked really good in it. Peter loved this outfit. That was what was important. I would just have to be brave. I put on some very nice sandals in the same color and put my hair high up in a ponytail.

"Phew!" I heard a low whistle behind me, and turned to see my husbands approving stares. "God you are a beautiful woman." He said.

I wanted to cry out "What about my sags? What about my wrinkles?" but I knew that my courage and my confidence were essential now. I had to get this man to belong to me entirely again. And insecure mates are not attractive.

I walked toward Peter who was naked, his penis looking thick between his legs. I grabbed his penis with my left hand and gave it a nice stroke. As I did, I stood on tiptoe and leaned into his ear, whispering, "None of this naughty man till we get there. Hold that thought, and keep your eyes glued to my ass." And I let go of his penis and walked past him out of the room.

Mmmm... that felt great!

I grabbed just another couple of things from the kitchen and was holding it ready to go when Peter came out of the bedroom in his t-shirt and shorts. My heart still leapt every time I saw him. He was so good-looking. He leaned in to kiss me, and then in unison we walked to the door of our apartment, ready for a day in the wild together.

Peter drove his car to the marina and he took the top down. I took advantage and let my hair fly loose and I undid the sarong, so that I was only wearing my bikini. We did not have far to go, so I wanted to act fast. I wanted Peter turned on, so that he could not wait to have me. I spread my legs and with my head back, and my hair wild in the breeze, I reached down between my legs and started to rub my vagina. Just slowly at first, and over the top of my bikini bottoms. I had my eyes closed, but I knew that Peter was watching me. I felt the car slow down and so I took my hand away and wrapped the sarong about me again. By the time we were stopped at the lights, I looked as respectable as a middle class housewife.

I looked over at Peter as his gaze sunk into mine with that intense lust that I knew so well. No one around us at the lights suspected a thing, which is exactly how Peter would like it. It was our little secret.

As soon as the car started again, I waited till all the other cars were well away from us, and I leaned my face into Peter's lap and bit around the huge bulge in his shorts. I would have taken his penis out there and then and given it a good suck except that we were too close to the marina. So I had to be content with this kind of a promise.

We shuffled out of the car and Peter put the top on, so that we could lock it up for the day. We had to scuttle, but we did make the ferry in time, Peter reaching out for my ass the whole way down the boardwalk. When we were standing in line to get on to the ferry, Peter leaned his bugling erection into my backside, and whispered into my ear "You are one damn fine piece of woman."

On the boat, Peter and I sat outside on a small wooden bench that was made just for two. We looked directly over the side of the boat to the beautiful calm ocean. We both put our bags on our laps and conveniently this meant that we were almost covered over by our bags. People could walk around us on their way to their seats, but no one could really see anything from any angle.

Which was good, because while he was pretending to stare out to sea, Peter had an arm around my shoulders and just one long finger sliding in and out of my bikini bra, feeling my breast and my very erect nipple. I looked out the opposite direction to the ocean, my hand in Peters lap squeezing and kneading his penis over the top of his shorts. We were very careful. It was not the idea of this game to get caught.

When we got to the small island in the middle of the bay with all the other families and couples, we searched immediately for a small part of the park that we could call our own. Peter found a beautiful big tree over the other side of the very small island that looked over the ocean and had a small beach. There was a family picnicking on the beach, but the tree was up the hill away from them and very secluded. 

"Perfect!" Peter declared.

I smiled and set out the little pic nic rug. I say down on it noticing that as I did so, I could no linger been seen by the little family having their picnic.

"No, THAT"S perfect!" I thought.

As soon as Peter lay down and realized he was out of view of everyone, he turned and kissed me hard. He lay me down on my back, kissing me all the while, and lay on his side, almost on top of me. In one deft movement, he slid his hand up the inside of my right leg, and cupped my vagina on the outside of my bikini bottoms. 

"These will have to go." He growled into my mouth. Then he pulled his mouth away and held his face close to me, so that I could feel his breath. His fingers were sliding in the crease between my vaginal lips. "But I think we should have something to eat first."

I smiled up and him, and he lifted himself up on to his elbow. He looked down at the ocean. "What a view!"

"Yeah." I signed starting straight at him.

He looked back and smiled softly at me. "I have brought a little wine in my pack. Let me pour you a glass of an excellent white."

Peter sat up and rummaged about in his bag while I looked out at the ocean. We were nicely under the shade of the tree but it was still hot, and I casually undid my sarong, and let it fall to the sides of me. I let one leg fall to the side and bent the other so that my foot was flat against the slope of the grass. From where he sat, Peter could see right up between my legs. He glanced up, almost shyly looking between my legs, as he fumbled about with a corkscrew and the bottle of wine.

"Mmm, it's so warm!" I said stretching back on the blanket. "Oh, it makes me feel so sexy." I brought my hands to my breasts and overtly began to massage them. It was sort of wild being in the park. No one was near, but I guess in theory someone could happen upon us at any minute. It was a little confronting, but also rather untamed.

Suddenly I felt cool glass against my right breast. "How does that feel?" said Peter hoarsely. He had the glass full of chilled white wine against the fleshy part of my breast that was falling out of the side of my bikini.

"It feels good. I want more." I said. I took the material of my bikini and slid it toward the center of my chest, so that the entire right breast fell softly to the right of my chest as I lay down. Peter brought the glass up higher and rubbed it over the nipple. He could not do it properly for fear of spilling the wine, so he rubbed the base of the glass against my nipple, and the cool swell of the bowl against the fleshy side of my breast.

I arched my back so that I thrust my breasts up into the air, one covered and one bare. Peter leaned over me and took my exposed nipple in his mouth and sucked hard on it. Soon it was standing up straight and I was getting very turned on. 

He lifted his mouth, and said "have some wine sexy woman". I lay back down and then rolled to my side to face Peter. I took the glass that he offered me and we both took a sip as we stared into each other eyes. 

As I took a second sip, Peter stretched out on the blanket as well, and lay on his left side so that each of us were facing each other as we enjoyed our wine. Peter reached out with his right hand, reached behind me and tugged on the bow of my bikini top at the neck. It came undone in one move, and the weight of my breast pulled it down so that both of my breasts were exposed in the park. Moving only to drink from my wine I lay there smiling at him.

I started to tell him about the book that I was reading. I went into some detail about the woman in the book, and all the lovers she took. How she loved to fuck outside and often had her lover set her up with many different men who would just shove their penis' into her and cum hard in her then leave her ready fro the next man. As I told Peter about the book, he played with my expose breasts, and drank his wine.

Soon we had both finished our wine and I could feel it going to my head in the heat of the day. I suggested to Peter that we head down to the secluded part of the beach for a quick swim. He agreed. We semi packed away our things into our backpacks and then stood up. By now there were two more families on the beach, but to our right, were some rocks and I was sure there was no one around there.

I put my bikini back on and we headed down the gentle slope, away from the tree to the rocks. The water was very still and blue, and almost warm as we made our way past the first large rocks that were right at the waters edge, till we were almost waist deep in the water. The gentle little waves lapped around my very wet vagina, and I felt so good I did not want to go in any deeper. 

Glancing over at the families, Peter took me back to the rock, and patted the top of it, suggesting that I sit up there. I did that, with my back the people on the beach. The rock was quite tall, and although I was plainly visible from the back by everyone, there was no way that they could see Peter who was standing in front of me.

He took my legs and parted them. Bending each in it s turn at the knee, he placed my feet firmly on solid parts of the rock so that my feet had a firm foothold to keep my balance but my knees were bent and my legs spread wide. From the back it just looked as though I were sunning myself on the rock. But from the front, Peter's face was exactly at the height of my vagina.

Keeping himself hidden from view, he reached up and slid the wet bikini panties to the side of my very wet vagina. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue down the salty slit, and back up again, causing me to throw my head back and thrust my bikini covered breasts toward the sun. Pressing his chest hard into the rock, he pushed his face further into me, so that his tongue now dug deep into the soppy folds of my hole and kissed me and kissed me keeping his tongue swirling around the inside of my opening. I was far enough away that I could moan without being heard, but I knew that everyone on the beach could see me from the back. 

Peter pulled his tongue out and moved his deep wet fleshy kiss to my clitoris. He sucked gently on it, almost making me cum then and there. He pulled his head back slightly and stuck the longest finger of his right hand into his own mouth, no doubt to suck any sand off it, then slid it into my vagina, and put his hot mouth over my clitoris again. With my head thrown back and my legs lewdly spread on that rock in the sun, I came hard in Peter's mouth.

When I had gained some sense, Peter stepped back and I hopped off the rock and splashed into the knee-deep water next to him. He immediately turned me to face the rock, and sliding my bikini bottoms to one side again, ran the same finger up into my now very slippery tunnel. I put my folded arms at my forehead so that I could lean against the rock, and heard Peter pull apart the Velcro of his board shorts as he pumped that finger in and out of me. Leaning in, and pulling his finger out with one hard movement, he thrust his rock hard penis into my vagina in one move. He moved his hands to either side of my head on the rock, and shoved harder and harder into me.

We were both so hot that Peter came almost as fast as I did. Then we both stood there, leaning into the rock, panting in the hot sun, the cool water lapping around our knees.

When I could sense that Peter was ready to move, I turned and suggested we have a little swim to "freshen up" and he smiled. Holding my hand, he escorted me into the water where it was waist deep again and we both squatted in the ocean and chatted happily about how pretty the island is. Soon Peter declared that he was hungry, and so we both hopped out and headed up the small slope to the little blanket that was our space for the afternoon.

"God. I am exhausted," laughed Peter. "What on earth have I been up to?" We laughed and I suggested he have a little rest as I put something together for us to eat. He agreed, took his board shorts off and laid them in the sun so that he was only in his Speedos and lay down on his back in the shade of the tree. Within a few minutes he was fast asleep.




Dark Redemption Ch. 14



After I put some food out for us, I looked down at Peter who was so happily asleep that I almost thought I could hear him snoring. It was one-thirty in the afternoon and we would have to catch the three o'clock ferry. I would have to wake him up to have something to eat, and then perhaps he can have another little rest as I pack away but then we would have to go. His swimming costume was almost dry the air was so hot, and I glanced down at the bulge in the front of his trunks. 

Sliding over to the far side of him, I got down on my elbow, so that my face was level with his penis. He was fast asleep still. Leaning over his swimming suit, I bit very softly at the material covered penis. It started to thicken under my ministrations, even though Peter was still asleep. Rather than pull them down, a movement I felt might wake him up, I moved the right leg hole over the top of his penis and his testicles exposing them to my view. His penis had started to harden and stretch itself out of its foreskin. 

Getting comfortable, I gently took his penis in my hand, and pointed the end of it toward my mouth. Leaning in, I flicked my tongue over the tip of it, and slid it into the foreskin to the eye of his penis. I licked at the small amount of pre cum that was oozing from the top.

Peter grunted and moved slightly in his sleep, but did not roll away from me, so my work could continue uninterrupted. Using just my tongue, I peeled his foreskin back down his penis, and watched as it grew to its full length, with a lazy gentle kind of hardness.

"I'm awake you know, you bad bad girl." Peter said suddenly. "Couldn't help yourself huh? Had to have a taste while you thought I was not looking?"

I lifted my head but my mouth was too full of his penis for me to say anything.

Peter gently pulled his penis out of my mouth. "You know, naughty girls that do not ask permission need to be punished." My eyes grew round and I felt a slight tingling in between my legs. "I think you will need a spanking. Out here, under the tree, where anyone could come past and see you being punished for being naughty."

With that, he sat upright, and pulled me by the hand across his lap. I could not believe he was serious. Here in a public park, he was going to spank me.

He ran his hands sensuously over my bikini-clad bottom. "I will need you to count. I think twenty is a good number in a public place for what you have done. If you lose count, I will start again."

Then there was a sharp sting and a large 'smack' as he slapped the right cheek of my bottom.

"One" I said.

'Smack smack' in exactly the same spot. It started to sting.

"Two, three" I said with a slight tremble in my voice. I was genuinely worried that someone might come up the hill, but at the same time I was thrilled to think that we could get caught doing this.

"Four five six." I said as three more stinging slaps hit me in the same spot. Peter then rubbed the flat of his hand over my hot tingling buttock. He moved his hand between my legs and cupped my vagina. 

"You will need to spread your legs more, wicked girl. Such a naughty girl who likes to suck my cock while I am sleeping." He slipped the material away from my vagina and stroked his finger up and down my hot slit. "Spread your legs so we can all see how bad you really are."

I spread my legs further, and Peter slapped me three times hard on the other cheek of my ass.

"Seven, eight nine." I said, my voice starting to get choked with lust. Peter rubbed the cheek he had just slapped with the flat of his hand, and then slapped hard another three times.

"Ten, eleven twelve."

Peter tugged at the bow at the side of my bikini and it came undone easily. He pulled the material back from my bottom so that it was completely exposed now. He took his middle finger and plunged it deep into my wetness, and pulled it out then plunged it back in again. "The whole world can see your naughty girl little bottom now, and how much you love being taught such a nasty lesson."

Then he slapped hard four times in a row, one on each cheek, but without the comfort of the material between his hand and my flesh. It really stung that time and I jumped.

"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen."

Peter slid his hand between my legs cupping my vagina. He massaged my clitoris at the top. It was so exciting I thought that I was going to cum. I could feel his penis as hard as iron pressing against my belly.

Then he hit my backside hard four more times. He was panting heavily now and I knew he was deeply aroused.

"Seventeen, eighteen nineteen twenty." I said breathless with lust.

Peter lifted me off his knees, and pulled his penis out of the top of his swimming costume. It was harder than I could ever remember it being. 

He pulled me on to his lap again, and I sat on him hard, spreading my legs either side, as I felt his penis slide up into me. I clamped down hard on it and rocked back and forth wild with my own desire. 

"God. Yes... make me cum my beautiful Anna" yelled Peter and I started to cum on him, milking him, my vaginal sucking and sucking on his hard rod. He cried out and then I felt it spurting up inside of me, all the time Peter bucking and pushing to try to get it harder into me.



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After we'd cum, I sat on his penis for a little while then when it started to slacken and fall out of me, I lifted myself up and hopped off. Time was really moving on and we had to eat a little before we packed ourselves up and started to head back to the boat.

Peter was playful all the way back. Our marvelous unfettered sex had put him in the best possible mood and, I loved the way that he was mischievously flirtatious. On the boat however, I chided him.

"Darling, you will have to get control of yourself. We are on our way back and it is already three-thirty. Your mother will be in the house soon, not to mention our children. You can't be this particular man in front of them. You have to be the good father."

"I made a terrible mistake, and I have almost made an even worse one thinking that the father was not consistent with the man. But I've learned my lesson Anna. You are now and have always been the perfect mate for me, and I had no business trying to turn you into anything less just for the sake of my comfort. I am a good father, and I will be well behaved, but never think that your lover is far away. I am never hiding him again."

I thought that this might have been my chance.

"What do you mean you have made a big mistake and almost made a bigger one?"

Peter grinned. "Now is not the time for that serious talk. I will tell you some time in the near future. Just know, in every piece of you, Anna, that you have every piece of me."

He leaned in and kissed me and I kissed him passionately back, but I was concerned by this remark. At some point I would have to tell him that I know all about this. I couldn't have him saying things like that when he didn't know how much I actually knew. It wasn't fair on me to have to carry all of that knowledge alone and keep saying the right things to buoy him up.

But there wasn't much time for this kind of thinking. We reached the shore and grabbed our bags and headed for the car. The important thing was that Peter had told me that he belonged to me in every way. That was what I wanted to hear.

The night continued smoothly, without any more reference by Peter to a potential seedy carrying on, nor any break in the love that he was showing me. It was a wonderful night, with the children still thrilled to be with their grandmother, and mys being warm and obliging. I had some of the problems that women can have with the mother's of their husbands, but on the whole my relationship with her was an excellent one. They were sophisticated independent people and simply did not want to fuss too much in our lives.

Peter's parents had a fairly early start, and they had both had a very big day. They stayed to put the children to bed with us and cuddled with them a little, then had some more wine and talked shop with Peter and I about the business and then they left with a promise from us that we would go and see them soon for a vacation. When the door was shut on them, Peter leapt toward me and swooped me up in his arms.

"Does Anita come tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yes"

"So she'll be cleaning. How about we simply go to bed? The kids have to be shuffled off to school in the morning and you are cursed with a day of work just like me. But tonight," he leaned down and kissed me passionately. "Tonight is for us."

I let him take me to bed. I was too tired to think. The day, in fact the entire weekend had been huge and I was really ready for a sleep. After whatever Peter had in mind for me of course.

The next few days were like a dream. The children were no better or worse than usual, but my mood was so good that I handled them well and minimized their little problems that way. Peter and I had great clients at work, and my team had commissioned two new clients that we had been trying to get for quite a while. Except for my brief moments, I almost forgot about the other woman and the rendezvous Peter had planned with her.

Then, on the Wednesday, I rang the massage place to confirm my massage with Ezie, when I noticed that in the book Peter still had the day blocked out. I felt sick in my stomach immediately. Why? Why was he still going to see her? Surely everything that was going on between us wasn't a lie. What was the meaning of all of this? Could it be that he was not seeing her then? But I remembered the text message and I wanted to be sick immediately. 

What I did not expect however, in the seduction of Peter was that I would seduce myself. It didn't realize that in making Peter love me again, I had fallen back deeper in love with him. The thought of him and that woman no longer made me angry, it just made me sad and sick and filled with fear. I loved Peter so much and I did not want to share him. Was that too much to ask? I may even be able to forgive him if I could be sure that he was mine again and that we would never have to deal with this problem again.

Mulling over these thoughts, Peter wandered past and saw me looking at the appointment book. 

"Are you going out?" he asked.

"Yes. I wanted to make an appointment for a massage Friday afternoon." I said, my head still bowed over the appointment book. He stood right next to me. I could feel him, smell him, and sense him with every piece of me. He leaned over the book, and for a brief second we were both staring at the blacked out Friday. 

"You can't do it Friday afternoon. Look. You have an appointment."

Then I saw a small wriggle next to my times. Someone had taken up all my Friday. My heart started to race. I knew the words I wanted to hear, what I'd hoped for ever since I saw that page blacked out, were coming.

"Anna, I want you in my office Friday morning at nine o'clock. And you'll be required all day."



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Thanks everyone, for all your feedback during this series. I am starting a new one, and I will take all the suggestions on board. 

Warm regards

Barbra



Dark Redemption - Final

Exactly as he asked me to, I am standing outside the door of Peter's office, at the precise time appointed. I am nervous and excited as I always am when I meet with Peter under these circumstances, but perhaps a little more so this time, because of all that has gone on between us in the past week or so.

I knock on the door.

"Come in Anna." Peter's words are simple but there is the same strength in his tone that I love.

As I walk in I remember that day, so many years ago when I first walked in and saw Peter in his office. I was a different woman then, and I had none of the depth of feeling or passion that I have today. Even in the few seconds I have to think like this it seems like an eternity since that woman existed. 

Peter stands from behind his desk, and as he is walking toward me my heartbeat starts to race. He takes my hand, and guides me to the couch in his office and sits me down.

"I know that usually under these circumstances Anna, we have special games that we play. I know that part of you" here he glances down at my lap "will be excited about what it means when I send you a note like I did today. And we will play that game my beautiful Anna, my dark queen. But first I have to tell you something about myself, and I need you to listen and then to talk to me about how you feel. If you still want to, after that we can play our games."

Intuitively I started to squirm in my belly. I had a feeling I knew what might be coming. I have longed to speak with Peter about this ever since it happened and yet now that I feel he is going to confess to me, I feel like I don't want to hear it. I want our lovemaking and I just want it all to go away.

"Anna, I know that you have felt a distance between us. I know that you have worked hard and brought us a lot of pleasure in the last few days to bring us close together again." He started to look more like a boy and less like a man. "I have to tell you, my love, that I failed you. I have failed you in a moment of crises."

As he speaks to me, Peter is holding my hand and the warmth and the building distress in his voice have me hold it tight and stroke it to give him some comfort and security. Part of me knows what he is going to say, and that I will have my own confessional, but I need to let him speak. Telling me this is essential to rebuilding between us.

"Anna, A few weeks ago I drifted in the intimacy between us. I did not cheat on you physically, but I have flirted with another woman. I sent and received text messages with her and I met her once, in a pub, a week ago. I have not seen her since and had so much trouble with my own integrity over that moment that I have ended it with her and clearly told her that I felt I was acting beneath my own standards. But that is not all. I have been searching for something. Something that was in bed next to me, but for a moment I thought had been lost to me. I was looking for the darkness between us. That darkness that has always been my salvation. For some reason Anna, I could not find it. And I am ashamed to say that instead of talking with you and working a way to bring it into our lives again, I escaped into other worlds and took an easy path with a difficult problem."

I feel so sorry for him at this moment. So sorry for the pain he must be feeling. I know that he must feel foolish and troubled. But I also know this moment is so important for us. He has to face what he has been and how close he came to destroying the most precious thing that we both have. God knows I love Peter but I do him no favors rescuing him from this.

"Now I am here, with you. We have a few hours before we have to get our children, and then life will just go on. I need to talk with you, and I need to find a way to re connect with who we really are."

He is looking at me expectantly and I know that I have to come up with my own confession now. I will have to tell him what has been happening to me.

"Peter, I know that you met with that woman. I followed you that day. I am as ashamed of myself today as I was that day, but there was something in me crying out for you and I wanted to know why I couldn't reach you. I stood in the rain across the road from you, and I witnessed every moment you had with her."

The look of horror on Peter's face was all the confirmation that I needed to see he could understand all the pain that I had been going through. This was my moment. The courage, the rage, the fear, the sadness, all the horrible little moments I had inflicted on myself were at crises point. And this was the minute in time when everything was going to change for Peter and I. Change again, and change for the better, I just knew it.

"Anna, my god. You have endured this whole, what is it, a little over a week now, with this pain? You said nothing? You did not confront me? You did not fight with me? How could you be this patient with me? How could you make love to me, reach out for me, feed me your dark side when I had done this in front of you?"

I suddenly felt enveloped with a ferocious protectiveness that compared with nothing I had experienced before. 

"Because you are mine. I don't have or want anyone else. You understand me, and you call me forth; but most of all Peter, you know my darkness. You know the place where I am strong, and you don't fear it. You may be weak, and you may lapse in your judgment, but I ache for you in the darkest of places, and my torment is I am chained to that place and to you forever. There is no redemption for me but us and our dark love."

I can feel the tears streaming down my face and coupled with my intensity I know I make a desperate looking figure. But that is who I am. I am desperate. This man, this life, this is everything to me, and I will fight like a lioness to defend it and I will use everything in my power to protect it.

"You Peter, you woke up this part of me. And you tried to put it to bed out of fear, as if it can be turned on and off like a tap. You thought it would make us better parents to become ordinary folk for the first time in our lives. What do you think now? That one act almost cost us our marriage. Our Marriage. The most important precious thing in the world to me."

"My god Anna! You are right. I stole it from you, and I stole it from us. I was so scared I could not be a good father; I had to stifle you in the process of taking a kind of control. And then when I can't feed off you in the night anymore, I turn on you."

The intensity of the situation causes us both to stop and to reflect for just a moment. Everything is pouring out of me. Every feeling I've had, every frustration and all my pent up lost love. I want him so much, but I want him my way. Our way. I never want to compromise for or with Peter again.

"Peter, I won't accept your guilt just as I would not accept your wandering mind. Now is the time to be a man. Now is the time to be my man." Turning to him, I stare straight into his eyes. "Promise me that I have you for a second time and that you will never try to limit us or close down what is precious between us again."

Moved by the profound moment, Peter stands in front of me and takes my hand. He lifts me to my feet. 

"Anna, my beautiful queen, my most perfect Anna. I apologize once only, here and now for my behavior. I promise you, once only, here and now, it will never happen again. I declare in this moment that you are my wife, my dream come true and everything I have ever wanted. Indeed Anna, you are more than I knew how to want. I promise you with everything inside me that I will never again let fear dominate our life in any way. Tell me you have forgiven me, accept me again as I am, and let me make love to you."

Smiling, I am so happy. So completely thrilled to be here with this man that I love and sharing this moment together. Everything inside me wants to burst open with thankfulness that I had the courage to be who I was and not let this glorious man control us when he was at his weakest point. I am proud of myself and very happy with the result of my efforts. No more sadness and no more misery.

"Peter, I do forgive you and I believe you when you say to me that you will not let this happen to us again. We met when the earth was forged at the birth of its days, and we belong together. We always have, and we always will."

He leans in without a word and kisses me. The passion between us is a fireball stretching from heaven using us as a conduit running through to the core of the earth. There is endlessness about our kisses, an eternity that speaks more than our words could, and connects us again in the place where our souls meet.

Peter made love to me that afternoon and I had never known such bliss. We have never had a problem since and I do not expect that we ever will. Our children are happy and emotionally healthy and seem to have no apparent scars from having closet wild parents. 

But inside myself, I never forgot that week. I still say that to some it may appear to be such a small problem, but when one stands for a certain thing, the devil is in the detail. It was my strength of character that got Peter and I through that moment and brought us back stronger than ever. And it was Peter's strength of character that had him see the error of his ways and correct himself, rather than defend a foolishness that was robbing him of everything he had. Who knows how much worse it could have been if it were not for the power of the darkness in side of us, and our own commitment to a kind of redemption.