Obsession by Amanda Pierce (Seduction, Adultery, Incest, Interracial, Hetero & lesbian sex, Transsexual)


INTRODUCTION
    
The following story is an erotic fantasy. Erotic to titillate you 
sexually for temporal, harmless enjoyment and entertainment; but it is 
also fantasy, illusions created in the mind for our own private 
amusement. The world of fantasy and the real world are, and should be, 
two separate worlds altogether. In fantasy, we can create people, 
places and events which simply do not belong to, and are not 
appropriate for, the real world. In the real world, we should all 
strive for the basic human values which reality dictates: love, truth, 
dignity, responsibility, compassion, fairness and respect. These are 
the qualities by which we should strive to live. Enjoy fantasy by all 
means, but never confuse it with reality.


CHAPTER ONE

Lynn Downing sat watching the rain cascading down the window pane. It 
was on days like this that she often indulged in private reverie. The 
thirty-nine year old was not prone to melancholia, but for the last 
couple of years she found herself questioning if the quiet sedate life 
of a housewife was to be her fate -- all that life would offer. Paul, 
her son, was grown and attending a nearby college. Her husband Gary was 
a loving man, a good father and provider. They had been childhood 
sweethearts. Neither had even so much as dated anyone else and that 
too, added to her sense of unrest. They, as well as every one else, had 
always assumed they would be married which they did as soon as they 
graduated high school and Gary found a job with the local plumbing 
supply company. She had become pregnant almost immediately and her life 
had been spelled out -- wife, mother, homemaker. She had never really 
questioned her role until their high school reunion two years ago when 
they had talked with a classmate and his wife who they had not seen in 
years. 

The classmate traveled for an international conglomerate and his wife 
often accompanied him. They had related climbing the peaks of Nepal, 
scuba diving the Great Barrier Reef of Australia, shopping in Singapore 
and exploring the castles of Scotland. Lynn had marveled at the stories 
the couple related, wishing somehow she and Gary could afford to travel 
to some of those exotic locales. But it was the private conversation 
she had had with the wife, Trisha, which replayed itself in her mind as 
it had done many times since then.

"It all sounds so wonderful, Trisha. I hope someday Gary and I can do 
some traveling."

"Well, let us know and maybe we can make it a foursome."

"That would be wonderful," replied Lynn knowing deep within it would 
never happen.

"Besides, Carl and I are always looking for someone to make things more 
interesting, more exciting."

"I don't know how exciting Gary and I would be..."

"Don't underestimate yourself, Lynn. You're very attractive. Carl has 
already confided how great that lovely brown body would look in a 
bikini."

Only the chocolate brown color of her skin kept Lynn from reddening.

"As a matter of fact we both think you would make an interesting bed 
partner."

Lynn's mouth dropped open in shock.

"Are you suggesting...?"

"Of course. You don't think we travel just to experience the sights, do 
you? We have both learned some things that you just wouldn't 
believe...until you try them."

Lynn was repulsed, yet fascinated.

"I had no idea..."

"We live life to the fullest, Lynn. We see what we want, we experience 
what we want."

"But I would never..."

"Don't be so quick to make that statement," smiled the blonde, "Carl 
has unusual tastes in women. He likes women of color like yourself and 
he's quite inventive in bed."

Lynn's mouth dropped open even further but she was speechless.

"As for me," said Trisha as she stood up to leave, her fair skin a 
contrast to Lynn's as the blonde let her fingers run flirtatiously 
through the housewife's hair, "I 'd love to have your tongue in me 
anytime...and don't forget, I give pleasure every bit as well as I take 
it. Let us know if you're interested."

Lynn's eyes widened as the White woman walked back into the reunion. No 
one had ever talked this way to her before. She was outraged at the 
directness, even crudity of the woman and yet it excited her to think 
that while she and Gary were spending another usual evening at home 
watching TV, Trisha and Carl were engaging in sexual activities, 
perhaps with complete strangers, which she could not even imagine. 
Trisha had frightened her, but kindled an excitement as well. Lynn knew 
she could never agree to what the blonde had suggested, it was simply 
too extreme, too risky, too... yet when she had returned to the reunion 
festivities, after dancing with Gary and agonizing as to what to do, 
she had looked for Carl, hoping he would ask her to dance. She had no 
intention of accepting whatever proposition her might make , but she 
was flattered and intrigued to see if Trisha had been truthful or 
whether it might have been some sort of White couple playing a joke on 
the Black couple.

She felt a decided sense of disappointment, however, when she saw Carl 
and Trisha leaving with another couple. As she turned to accept the 
coat around her shoulders, Trisha caught Lynn's eye for but a moment. 
She pursed her lips slightly and as if to say, too late, then smiled as 
Carl put his hand on the rear of the other woman and squeezed. The 
woman smiled, Trisha accepted the man's arm around her waist and they 
exited.

Not knowing if her feeling was more one of relief or missed 
opportunity, Lynn had found her husband and resumed the reunion 
activities.
  
As the tiny rivulets traced erratic patterns down the window, Lynn 
looked out on the gray skies and realized her mood was as gloomy as the 
day itself. She had never heard from Trisha or Carl again and when she 
had asked Gary about them, his negative response told her it was she 
and not her husband who had been approached that evening. Gary was 
simply too conservative. He loved her dearly, of that she was sure. Yet 
his love making remained all too predictable -- a kiss or two, lights 
out, then into the missionary position where, despite his efforts, he 
inevitably climaxed too soon and she was left unfulfilled, unsatisfied 
and frustrated.

Lynn wondered what might have happened that evening two years ago if 
she had accepted Trisha's proposition. Her heart beat faster even 
thinking of the possibilities. She shook her head as if to clear such 
thoughts. After all, she and Gary had a good, if unexciting, life. They 
always had to watch their pennies but they managed and now were putting 
their son through college. 

Paul, how she missed him. Even though his college was in the next 
township, only a few minutes drive away, Lynn found herself wishing for 
his company. He had been so popular in high school, quite unlike his 
father who was so reserved, even shy, that their house had seemed at 
times like Union Station with Paul's friends coming by or staying over. 
Now the house was quiet and the patter of raindrops on the roof served 
only to accentuate the emptiness she felt.

Had she settled for too little? Always beautiful, Lynn had, from 
childhood possessed the classic beauty of her race. Her large 
expressive brown eyes sparkled when she laughed and her lips were full 
but not overly so. Her family had long acknowledged a "whitey in the 
woodpile" in their heritage which had, at first, been a source of 
embarrassment that later turned to amusement. Her short, almost 
straight black hair contributed to her features possessing 
characteristics of both races, a blending which brought out the best of 
both. Her skin was a rich, silky brown which accentuated her figure 
strikingly. If there was one thing of which Lynn could take an honest 
pride, it was her figure. Since Paul was born, she had maintained a 
regimen of diet and exercise that had not only given her back her hour 
glass figure but had kept it as well. She was a woman who men and women 
of both races would find attractive. 

Yet, as she glanced at the mirror over the fireplace she wondered if, 
despite her efforts, others could find a thirty-nine year old 
attractive. Her breasts were full but firm for a woman her age. Her 
waist was still as small as when she had first married and her hips, 
although not as small as they once had been, were still firm and 
shapely. It was her legs however, which still looked like those of a 
woman half her age. Slim and curvaceous, they gave her the appearance 
of being taller than her five foot four inch frame of one hundred five 
pounds.

Yet Lynn did not see a still attractive, even sensuous woman, staring 
back at her, but rather a woman whose life was fated for mediocrity and 
predictability, a woman whose dreams had shrunk to the confines of this 
empty house.

Again, to fight off the melancholia, she repeated to herself how lucky 
she was to have such a devoted husband and son. Yet, somehow, the 
argument rang hollow. Yes they loved her and she loved them, but what 
about the world she once had been so anxious to discover? What of her 
dreams of travel and adventure? Were these simply to be locked away, 
never to be spoken of, never to be lived?

She sighed heavily as she walked to the boom box, inserted the aerobics 
tape, and pressed the play button trying to lose herself in the music 
and physical exertion. 


CHAPTER TWO

Lynn was heartened a bit when, two days later, Gary brought home 
tickets to a concert. The group was one that Lynn especially liked and 
while she didn't feel she could afford a new dress, she did pick out a 
pretty blouse and skirt she had worn only a few times in which Gary 
said she looked sexy. Her hopes were dashed, however, when Gary called 
from work on the day of the concert and informed her he would have to 
work late getting out a rush order.

"But can't they get someone else?" 

"Honey, I tried every guy here, they all have something on for 
tonight."

"But, why you?"

"Because the boss says so. Look, I'll make it up to you, I promise! 
OK?"

Her voice was dispirited.

"Yeah, OK."

"Look," he offered, "why don't you call and see if you can get a friend 
to go with you. How about Susan? You said she likes that group as much 
as you do." 

"Maybe...I'll call you if I decide to go."

"OK. Look, I'm sorry Lynn. I know how much you were looking forward to 
our going. I will make it up to you."

"It's all right Gary. I'll see you later tonight."

The disappointment rested heavily upon her. This was the first time in 
months they had planned a real night out together. She had also hoped 
for a romantic interlude upon their return. It had been almost two 
weeks since they had made love and Lynn was again beginning to question 
her own sensuality. She spent the evening reading but her mind kept 
wandering. She found herself rereading passages because thoughts of 
Trisha and Carl kept flashing through her consciousness. Why did 
Trisha's remarks keep repeating themselves? Why did they still leave 
her a bit breathless? Was it because Trisha and Carl were so 
experienced and a bit mysterious? Was it because what Trisha had 
suggested was so unthinkable yet, deep down, so alluring? Or was it 
because they were White? Lynn realized it was a combination of all 
three. She had always heard the stereotypes of the White women who were 
attracted to Black men. Yet, she realized, the reverse was also true. 
She had to admit to herself there was an aura of mystery concerning 
differences of sexuality in the races. She told herself it made no 
sense. Human bodies are pretty much the same, no matter the race and 
Black myths notwithstanding, she had been told by a close friend who 
had dated and bedded men of several races that there were, as she put 
it, "studs and duds" of every race. Yet the image of Trisha sensuously 
running her fingers through her hair repeatedly brought chills of 
excitment to her spine and her breath quickened when she imagined what 
might have transpired that evening two years ago. Her hand dropped to 
her lap as her eyes closed and her imagination supplied the imagery. 
The book fell to the floor as Lynn's other hand slid under her sweater 
and bra and found her breast, her nipples stiffening under the erotic 
stimulation. Her breathing became more rapid as her fingers began 
squeezing her sensitive nipples while her other hand unbuttoned her 
jeans and found its way beneath her panties. She gasped slightly as the 
fingers slid into her and found her mound of joy, the mound so ignored 
by her loving but inexperienced and inept husband. The images in her 
mind now were not of her husband but of a White man and woman slowly 
and sensuously stripping her naked and taking her to bed. Her fingers 
began to work feverishly as her clitoris began shooting jolts of 
pleasure throughout her. Lynn, in her mind, lay between the legs of the 
alluring White woman, her knees under her as the White husband 
approached her from behind. She was gasping for air now as one set of 
fingers squeezed and massaged while the other dug furiously at her 
nest. She began whining aloud as the man buried himself in her while 
her tongue and lips found the pink lips of the White woman's vagina. In 
her mind she could taste the woman, feel the man's penetration deep 
within, and her body, in the chair, began a vigorous thrusting to meet 
her fingers which she drove even deeper.

"Oh God! God, YES!" she cried as the orgasm swept over her. 

As the imagery faded and her breathing began to slow, Lynn felt both 
shame for masturbating and a sense of longing, unfulfilled need. 

Determined to both banish the ilicit thoughts and achieve the physical 
intimacy with Gary which she so desperately needed, Lynn dressed in her 
most revealing lingerie and waited eagerly for her husband to return. 
But again, her hopes were dashed, when, after midnight, he trudged in 
proclaiming he was dog tired. He hardly seemed to notice her outfit as 
he grabbed a quick sandwich and they retired, Gary falling asleep 
almost immediately.

Lynn's frustration continued to build and her own dreams were filled 
with scenes of Black and White sexual decadence. 


CHAPTER THREE

The next few weeks were a slow torture for Lynn. She and Gary only made 
love twice during that time and it was no different than in the past 
despite her having talked with him about her needs. His inexperience 
simply precluded his being able to provide her with the foreplay and 
the performance she wished for and so desperately needed. His last 
attempt resulted in neither of them climaxing. Because he was trying so 
hard to please her, his lovemaking became mechanical (as if it hadn't 
already been) rather than passionate which was simply a further turn 
off for Lynn. That was three weeks ago and despite her having tried to 
entice him to bed on several occasions since, he had unwittingly 
withdrawn, afraid of another bedroom catastrophe.

Now totally frustrated, Lynn found herself masturbating more often. She 
told herself it was because of Gary's withdrawing from her, but, in 
reality, she knew her frustrations were as much about her fantasies as 
they were about Gary. After another erotic filled night of dreams, Lynn 
knew her frustrations would soon consume her, so she decided to try 
something to get her mind off her sexual problems. She scoured the 
newspaper and discovered that the planetarium would be giving a show 
that evening. Always fascinated with the stars, Lynn asked Gary to take 
her, but he begged off as it was his poker night. He did promise to 
accompany her the next time and suggested she go with a friend. After 
calling two or three friends who were unable to go, Lynn decided to go 
by herself. She could not stand the thoughts of another evening home 
alone with her frustrations and especially the fantasies which were 
beginning to occupy the majority of both her waking and sleeping 
moments.

Gary dropped her off at the planetarium on his way to the game. She 
told him she would get a taxi home not knowing how late the show would 
last and also being aware that Gary's poker games rarely broke up 
before 2:00 a.m.

Standing in the ticket office line, Lynn turned to see if there was 
anyone in line who she might know and with whom she could sit. But as 
she turned, she came face to face with a tall, ruggedly handsome White 
man standing in line directly behind her. He was dressed in blazer and 
slacks, his shirt open at the collar, a casual but cultured look.He 
smiled.

"Hello, I'm Peter Dannon," he said, extending his hand.

"Hi, Lynn Downing," she said, smiling politely. 

His hand enveloped hers and if he held it a little longer than was 
customary, Lynn would not have noticed as his eyes made contact with 
hers and the moment was electric. Her mouth actually dropped open as 
Lynn was overwhelmed by the aura of the man. His face was angular and 
lean, deeply tanned and weathered. The smile was disarming but it was 
those eyes, those eyes which spoke of intelligence, which spoke of 
experience and which spoke of promise which held her spellbound for 
several seconds. It was he who finally spoke.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing here alone?"

"My ...husband is busy tonight," she replied, expecting him to quickly 
find an excuse to move on.

"I find it hard to believe your husband would allow other things to 
interfere with his being with such a lovely lady."


Lynn blushed and averted her eyes.

"He must either be terribly busy or very sure of himself," opined the 
stranger.

"Well, actually he's at his weekly poker game," she smiled. "I guess 
I'm on my own tonight."

"Well, I've only been in town a few days. You're actually the first 
person I have met. Since neither of us really wants to be here alone 
tonight , may I have the pleasure of your company during the show? My 
treat."

"Oh, I couldn't..."

"Please," he said, again catching and holding her eyes, "you don't 
really want to wander into outer space alone, do you?"

She laughed.

"I suppose not...I guess it would be OK."

"Great! Do you come to the planetarium often?"

"Not as often as I would like. I've always been fascinated by the 
stars."

"As have I. Of course in the last few years my interest has been of a 
more practical nature."

He saw her inquisitive look.

"I own a boat, a thirty-seven footer, "The Tempest ". I bought her 
eight years ago. Did most of the renovation myself. I'm really proud of 
her. I've been sailing around the world. So you see, I not only enjoy 
looking at the stars while at sea, I use them to navigate by."

"I've often thought how exciting it would be to sail around the world," 
Lynn mused aloud.

"She's moored at Stormy Cove. It's not far. Perhaps I could show her to 
you."

"Oh, I don't think so, but thanks," Lynn replied.

"Suit yourself, but it's only a fifteen minute drive. I would find it 
very fitting that a beautiful boat should have a beautiful woman aboard 
her."

"I really don't think..."

"Just consider it. A quick tour and I'll take you home."

"I..." Lynn started again to decline, but the line began moving, Peter 
bought their tickets and they entered, finding some choice seats.
 
There was the usual introduction by the astronomer and then the lights 
went down and their trip through the Milky Way began. Lynn looked over 
to the stranger sitting next to her. They both smiled. She, of course, 
really didn't know him at all, yet she felt, well, not at ease exactly, 
his sexuality was too strong for that. But she did find him terribly 
interesting and easy to talk with. He was obviously educated, a world 
traveler ... and White. And he was showing an interest in her, a Black, 
married woman, who had had only two semesters of community college and 
had hardly been out of the state, let alone seen the world. 

The seats in the planetarium were small and closely arranged so their 
shoulders touched. She had to admit his shoulders were broad and 
strong, no doubt from the exertions of sailing his boat, and his 
presence next to her filled her with sensuous overtones which she found 
naughty but delectable, so she made no attempt to move away. They 
settled in as the images and star patterns filled the dome and the 
music and narration swept them into the far reaches of the galaxy. 

A few minutes into the presentation Lynn felt a slight touch on her 
leg. Whether it had been she or he who had moved slightly she did not 
know, but their legs were now touching. She quickly moved her leg away 
and looked over to him, but his smile was innocent and she inwardly 
chided herself for being such a prude. After all, she thought, it is 
almost totally dark in here and there was no one sitting really close 
to them, no one will ever know, we are surrounded by scores of other 
people, so nothing is really going to happen and I'll never see him 
again, why shouldn't I?

Her leg slowly moved over until she felt his leg against hers. Her 
pulse quickened. The words and images faded away as, though she 
continued looking straight ahead, her full attention was now upon the 
contact between their bodies. Ripples of sensuous excitement coursed 
through her. She chided herself again for her feelings, like those of a 
schoolgirl sitting next to the captain of the football team, yearning, 
yet knowing he is untouchable, unreachable. 

She felt the firmness of his leg against hers. She looked to him and 
this time his smile was one of sensuousness rather than innocence. Lynn 
felt his leg move firmly against hers. She turned to look forward 
again, now a bit uncertain what to do or not do next. Perhaps she 
should simply move her leg away again, but his interest and touch were 
exciting to her. She felt her pulse pounding as he began rubbing his 
leg ever so slightly against hers. Lynn was a bit frightened by the 
sudden turn of what had started so innocently into what was plainly 
becoming sensual. Again she considered withdrawing, yet again she 
allowed her leg to remain in contact with his, savoring the rush of 
emotions which accompanied his touch. 

She was startled, however, when her hand, which was in her lap, 
suddenly felt his envelop it. Their eyes met again and although she 
made a weak effort to withdraw her hand, his held hers firmly and she 
did not resist further. His touch was masculine and strong. She knew 
her eyes were revealing weakness to him, an inability to resist, while 
his showed nothing but strength and confidence. His fingers began 
exploring her hand and almost without her being aware, they were 
holding hands, fingers entwined. Lynn closed her eyes for a moment to 
savor the feelings which permeated her. She knew this was wrong. She 
was a married woman, yet his touch was electric and she was captivated 
by the thoughts and feelings of thirty-nine year old Lynn Downing 
attracting a handsome, intelligent, sexy... White man!"

His fingers slowly freed themselves from hers and rested lightly on the 
top of her thigh. Even through the material of her skirt, she felt the 
warmth and strength. Lynn, thinking this had to be the limit, put her 
hand over his as if to pull it away but he squeezed her leg slightly 
and it was as if her own sexuality, powered down for so long, had 
suddenly been revived. Lynn felt the sexual juices suddenly wet her 
panties. Here, at long last, was the foreplay, the unhurried romantic 
and sensual excitement missing from her marriage. Here was a man 
willing to appreciate her beauty and capable of arousing her as her 
husband couldn't. She knew she should push his hand away, perhaps leave 
and return home to await her husband, but she found herself paralyzed, 
unable to resist as his hand slowly traveled downward to the edge of 
her skirt. Lynn almost jumped when his hand met bare flesh and began a 
tantalizing journey up her leg and thigh. Her heart was racing now, her 
mind confused, feelings overpowering reason as his hand reached the top 
of her bare thigh and touched her panties for the first time. Lynn was 
torn, wanting this to stop, yet burning to feel him touch her even more 
intimately. His hand began pressing downward between her legs which 
were tightly pressed together, sending a clear message -- he wanted her 
to spread her legs and give him access to her nest.

Lynn again found his eyes, shaking her head negatively slightly as the 
silent "no" formed on her lips. But her eyes betrayed her. Lynn's "no" 
was weak, a beseeching, while his affirmative nod was one of strength 
and confidence.

Wanting to, yet unable to resist, Lynn's legs parted slightly to admit 
the fingers which slowly and sensuously found their way to her now 
soaking panties. Lynn could not believe her own actions as she found 
herself rising slightly off the seat and allowing him to pull down her 
bikini brief. Darting glances in every direction, Lynn was relieved to 
see that no one had seemed to take notice. She quickly spread her 
sweater over her lap to hide the sensual exploration taking place 
there. She felt the fingers draw ever closer to her nest --- knew she 
must resist --- couldn't.

Her gasp was audible but quickly stifled as his finger found her 
vaginal lips and entered her. Lynn gaped in disbelief as his finger 
found her clitoris and her labial lips tightened around it. She closed 
her eyes as he expertly began stimulating her and her hips began rising 
slightly off the seat to meet his probes. 

"Ohhhh, ohhhh," she whispered as his finger found her pleasure mound 
again and again. Lynn's body was burning up. For the first time in her 
life, she was getting the attention and satisfaction she had always 
wanted and her body was reacting accordingly. Trying to remain still so 
as not to draw attention, yet wanting to derive every bit of the 
pleasure being afforded her, Lynn"s body would simply not cooperate. 
Her nipples turned hard and her thighs and hips squirmed while 
unashamedly her legs opened wide to accept Peter's wonderfully talented 
finger which quickly became two.

She felt it begin to well up in her, that indefinable moment when the 
body can maintain control no longer and sends its release in an 
overpowering wave of pleasure. 

 Her eyes met his again.

 "I'm..." she whispered.

"I know," he whispered back, smiling.

Lynn tried to control the orgasm, to experience it quietly, but she was 
an expressive person of intense feeling and so she could not help but 
moan audibly as the climax swept over her. 

Petrified at the looks from those around them, Lynn looked quickly to 
her companion.

"Please, let's go."

"Of course," was his reply.

They exited as soon as she could discreetly pull her panties back up 
and compose herself somewhat.

"Look, I don't know what came over me in there. I've never done 
anything like that before," she stated as they walked out and onto the 
sidewalk.

"Don't apologize for being a beautiful, desirable and sensual woman, 
Lynn."

"But I..."

"Life affords us moments, Lynn. Most people pass them up and spend the 
rest of their life regretting it. We both had such a moment and instead 
of shying away we allowed it to happen."

"But I'm married...my husband..."

"Has nothing to do with what we both just shared and enjoyed. "

"I just can't believe I let that happen."

"Why not? Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes...no...yes, but..."

"No buts, Lynn. You got something you wanted...needed and no one was 
hurt.

"But my husband..."

"Will never know. Just as he'll never know if you accept my invitation 
to see my boat."

"Oh, I couldn't, especially after what we just...!"

"It's because of what we just did that you will come."

"No, I'd be afraid of what might..."

"Aren't you really more afraid of what won't happen?"

"I hardly even know you!"

"All the more reason to visit my boat. We can get better acquainted."

"But..."

"Come see my boat. We can have a drink and get to know each other. Then 
I will take you home."

Lynn was torn. What she had done in the planetarium was outrageous and 
now she was even considering going with this man to his boat. Of course 
she must refuse, go home immediately, somehow make it up to Gary for 
what she had done. Yet, this man's magnetism was overpowering. She 
wanted his company, loved the attention he showed her, craved his 
touch. 

"Promise nothing will happen?"

"I promise nothing will happen which you don't want to happen."

Lynn wondered if she could trust herself. She knew she should leave and 
yet wanted to be with this man, wanted him to want to be with her.

"I shouldn't..."

"Well, then..." he said turning as if to leave.

"No, wait! Just one drink and then you take me home," she dried out, 
forgetting reason and letting her emotions decide for her.

"If that's what you want," he replied as he turned back and looked to 
hail a cab.

************************************

Lynn marveled at "The Tempest". The sloop had magnificent lines and 
Peter had finished it expertly in teak and mahogany. She listened 
raptly as he told about buying her at auction and painstakingly 
restoring her. Lynn was spellbound, however, as he related his many 
travels and experiences. They sat on the afterdeck drinking Brandy. 
Despite her sweater, she felt a bit of a chill. He saw her shiver, came 
over and sat beside her putting his arm around her. She didn't object. 
His warm strong arm and body close to hers felt wonderful.

"Someday I'll sail around the world...Oh, who am I kidding? I'll 
probably never be on a boat again."

"Don't sell yourself short, Lynn. You're beautiful and intelligent..."

"And a housewife who's never been anywhere and never done anything 
important or interesting or exciting."

"Then perhaps it's time you started!"

"What do you mean?" she asked, a bit suspiciously.

"It's getting a bit chilly. Why don't we go below and I can show you 
the rest of her."

As they descended, Lynn was again struck by the workmanship and beauty 
of the wood used throughout.

"Why "The Tempest"," she asked.

"Two reasons really. The first and foremost was because the boat was 
originally caught in a violent storm off the Virginia coast. It was 
only because she was so badly damaged that her owner put her up for 
sale. So the storm became my good fortune. But it's also named for my 
favorite Shakespearean play which deals with the balance of wisdom and 
power with a touch of deceit thrown in for good measure."

Lynn noticed the nautical clock. There was disappointment in her voice.

"I...I should be getting home. It's almost midnight."

"If you insist," he replied. "There is one last part of her you haven't 
seen."

"Surely, and then I must go."

He opened the cabin door and Lynn found herself looking at the sleeping 
cabin, the prominent piece of furniture being a circular water bed.

She had time only to look up in surprise as his arms pulled her to him 
and she felt his lips against hers.

"No...I..." she started to object but his tongue found her lips and 
despite herself, Lynn's mouth opened to accept it. 

He pulled her closer and she felt his erection pressing into her.

"No, wait, you said..."

"That nothing would happen which you did not want. Tell me you don't 
want this," he said quietly but confidently as his hand came up to cup 
and then caress her breast.

"Oh...Oh..." she cried as he kissed her neck.

Lynn was again instantly afire with erotic longing and need.

"No...I can't," she pleaded, offering only token resistance as he 
pulled her sweater away and began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Peter, I'm married..."

"Not altogether happily," he replied, looking into her eyes.

"But that still doesn't mean..."

"It means you have needs Lynn. Needs he can't give you.

"But..."

Her response was smothered in another kiss as her blouse went flying 
across the room. The bra was next and as his mouth closed on her 
nipple, Lynn's repressed sexual tension bubbled to the surface. Her 
emotions ruled her now, her mind unable to comprehend anything except 
how much she wanted/needed this man.

The skirt fell away, she stepped out of her shoes and he laid her back 
on the bed in nothing but panties. His clothes fell swiftly away and he 
stood before her naked. He was no longer than Gary but larger in girth, 
more massive.

"No, this isn't right," she whined as he stripped her panties away. He 
passionately kissed her again, then his tongue began a decent from neck 
to breast to navel and as he approached her nest she whispered "I've 
never."

"You've never been kissed here?" he asked incredulously.

"No," was her quiet reply as she averted her eyes in embarrassment.

" Ah, then I shall be your first!" he exclaimed licking her labial lips 
and bringing a cry of surprise and intense pleasure from the nearly 
incoherent woman. His tongue found her pleasure mound driving her into 
near hysteria.

"No, I can't, I shouldn't, " she cried, tears of guilt welling in her 
eyes as her hips rose to take his tongue deeper. 

She felt the orgasm building -- could do nothing to stop it -- did not 
want to stop it.

"OH GOD! iiiiiieeeee," she screamed as the wave pounded over and 
through her.

He quickly rolled her over onto all fours.

"Look in the mirror, Lynn," he commanded.

She looked to the wall where a huge mirror reflected the image of a 
beautiful Black woman on her hands and knees being approached from 
behind by a White man applying lubricant to his phallus.

"Peter...I...Peter don't, please. I've never been taken there."

""Well, a virgin, so to speak, two times over. And you thought the life 
of a housewife was unexciting!"

"Peter, I don't think I can. You're too big!" she pleaded.

"Just relax and watch. Women love to watch themselves being 
penetrated."

"Peter, I'm scared. Peter, pleeeeeeese," she cried as the tip of his 
lance found and penetrated the outer lips of her anus. 

"Peter! It hurts! Oh God it hurts!" she screamed.

"Watch yourself, Lynn. Watch it disappear into your tight little ass."

He was taking it slowly but tears of pain now began falling as Lynn 
felt as if she were being torn apart. She cried amid the groans as inch 
by inch she watched the ramrod disappear into her, felt her sphincter 
muscles relax to admit a bit more, then tighten involuntarily to afford 
him pleasure, her pain. After several excruciating minutes she felt his 
pubic hair against her and saw him relax his relentless invasion. 

"You've got it all now Lynn. That was the pain. Now the pleasure."

He reached around and found her nest with his fingers, beginning the 
same practiced technique of stimulation he had used in the planetarium. 
Within seconds the pleasure had matched the pain and soon the two were 
indistinguishable. Lynn was his now. He could have cut her throat at 
that moment and she would not have resisted. His body was controlling 
hers, dominating it and she welcomed it. He began to thrust and she, in 
her frenzied state, began thrusting backward to take him even deeper. 
She orgasmed, grunting loudly as her spasming vagina sought even more. 
He began a new round of thrusting and clitoral stimulation.

"Come on Black girl, tell me what you want!" he shouted.

The racial reference inexplicably heightened the sensuality of the 
moment, releasing something deep within her and Lynn, who normally was 
totally quiet when she and Gary made love, found herself shouting, 
"Fuck me White man! Fuck your nigger bitch in the ass!"

Both their efforts were renewed as she shouted one racial epithet after 
another, each exciting her more than the last. At last, as she orgasmed 
for the fifth time, she shouted "That's it, ream me White man! Ream my 
black ass with your big white dick!" and collapsed forward on the bed 
in exhaustion and shame.

As he rolled her gently over, he saw the tears.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I don't know why I said all those terrible things."

"Because part of your sexuality and eroticism is racially motivated. 
It's nothing to be ashamed of. You like it with a White man and you 
like to be dominated."

"No, I..." but her voice trailed off to nothingness. She could offer no 
reply.

"I should go," she said.

"Ah, but not before the piece de resistance."

"No, I mean it Peter." I know I've gone way too far here tonight, but 
what you want now is reserved for my husband. I have to keep that for 
him alone."

"Then perhaps a goodbye kiss," he said, taking her in his arms. The 
kiss was again overwhelming but Lynn was determined. She broke the 
kiss, gasping for breath, but before she could make any move to arise 
from the bed, she found herself on the bottom of the classic sixty-nine 
position. 

"Perhaps a final good-bye kiss," he offered.

She started to resist, but realizing that he had earlier pleasured her 
orally, she felt perhaps she owed him this one last request. What she 
had not counted on was how quickly he could bring her to full sexual 
arousal with his tongue. She had barely taken the head of his penis 
into her mouth and begun to lick and suck, determined not to reveal 
that she was also totally inexperienced in this domain as well, when 
his tongue found her clit and within seconds she was writhing in 
pleasure and humping to take him. So expert was Peter at arousing her, 
that Lynn quickly and unwittingly forgot the penis in her mouth and her 
full attention was again focused on her vagina. But this time he 
brought her to the edge of climax and then eased the stimulation, 
keeping her on the brink, unable to achieve release.

"Please Peter, please!" she begged as she pulled his penis from her 
mouth.

"What do you want my Black Beauty?"

"Bring me off. Please! Bring me off!"

A few more strokes of his tongue and she was again at the edge.

"What are you willing to give me in return?" he asked.

"No... I can't," she cried, knowing what he wanted.

His tongue found its target again and she thrust, but again he would 
not allow her to find the ultimate release.

"Peter, you've got to. Please, I've got to come," she whined.

"Give me what I want, you'll get what you want," he said this time 
tracing her labial lips before allowing his tongue to dart across her 
engorged clit.

Desperately she opened her mouth and took his penis as far back as 
possible before pulling it back into her mouth and beginning to lick 
and suck as erotically as her inexperience would allow.

"Oh no, Lynn. It's obvious you're a virgin with oral delights as well. 
As delectable as you mouth is, I want what you have yet to give me."

"No, please don't make me do this," she said as he rotated his body 
while keeping his tongue in her. He was soon back to lying between her 
legs, his head buried in her nest.

"Yes, yes! Please!" she begged.

"No, Lynn! If you want to come it will be from this," he said quickly 
moving upward until his mouth covered hers and she felt his massive 
phallus lying next to her dripping nest.

"No, please, Peter, you can't do this," she cried as she felt his penis 
brush her labial lips.

"I'm begging you Peter...don't." 

The head was now pressed against her labia.

"No, Peter, nooooooooooooo," she cried as the head entered her and his 
member rubbed her swollen and exposed clit.

"Tell me what you want Lynn. Tell me!"

Lynn was mindless with need. She could not resist -- no longer wanted 
to.

"Fuck me, Peter. Fuck your Black bitch!" she cried as she thrusted with 
all her might to take him completely within her. Lynn was incoherent, 
her entire world now shrunk to the small mound within her and the 
massive rod pistoning in and out of her, driving into her deeper than 
Gary ever had or could. She screamed. She groaned. She grunted. She 
shouted every racial slur she knew and she came, again and again and 
again. She experienced multiple orgasms for the first time in her life. 
She rode him from atop, also a first and in that position, felt his 
penis reach and stimulate her G-spot. Within seconds, Lynn downing 
experienced her first ever vaginal orgasm. With each orgasm, her body 
demanded more and Peter was only too willing to oblige. Her entire body 
was covered with sweat, her heart racing to pump enough blood to allow 
her to continue and still she fucked him with total abandon. She felt 
him explode within her, the warm fluid shooting into her cervix and she 
orgasmed again. Only when her body finally could sustain no more, did 
she topple over onto the bed, totally exhausted, gasping for breath.

He dressed as she lay in a stupor -- half exhaustion, half self 
deprecation.

"Oh my God," she moaned as she looked into the mirror and saw her 
reflection, "what have I done?"

"Gotten laid, I'd say," he commented smiling.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Almost three," he replied.

"I've got to get home. Gary may already be there."

"And...?"

"And what am I going to tell him if he is?"

"Tell him you spent the night making love to a stranger, a White 
stranger."

"Don't do this," she cried.

"Do what? If you don't want to tell him the truth, then make up 
something."

"You make it sound so easy," she said pulling on her clothes.

"It is. Just tell him something plausible. He'll believe you because he 
wants to believe you."

"Please take me home," she said.

"Of course."

**************************************

She had him let her out about a block from her house. Peter got out and 
opened her door for her.

"I...I don't know what to say," she said in a barely audible voice.

"Then say nothing," he suggested, taking her in his arms and kissing 
her deeply. Despite her total resolve, she would have melted into this 
arms again if he had not ended the kiss.

"Until next time," he said.

"No, Peter, there won't be a next time."

"Yes Lynn there will be. You got something tonight you've wanted all 
your life. You can't get it at home and you know that. You know where 
my boat is."

"I won't come," she said in a voice that was not as convincing as she 
would have liked.

"Oh yes you will," he laughed, "again and again and again."

She turned and walked away.


CHAPTER FOUR

The next few days were torture for Lynn. Arriving home just minutes 
before her husband the night of her encounter with Peter, she had 
slipped into bed and pretended to be asleep when Gary arrived. As he 
slipped into bed beside her and his arms encircled her, her conscience 
began a nagging which had not allowed her to sleep at all that night. 
The following day she had shifted back and forth on a course of action. 
One minute she was determined to tell Gary everything and beg his 
forgiveness, while the next, she was convinced that telling him could 
only lead to mistrust and so, her indiscretion would become her secret, 
while she did everything within her power to become the model, loving 
wife he deserved. Of one thing she was sure, she would NOT be going 
back to Peter's boat -- ever.

The latter plan finally won out and so Lynn not only cooked Gary's 
favorite for dinner the following night, but served it to him in a see 
through Victoria's Secret negligee she had purchased for the occasion. 
Gary was more than appreciative, leading her to the bedroom where they 
made love. His lack of inventiveness and conservative nature in the 
bedroom quickly brought back the same restlessness and longing which 
Lynn hoped she could make disappear. When she suggested either oral or 
anal sex, Gary refused, finding them abnormal and a turn off. So their 
lovemaking devolved back into lights out, missionary position and three 
minutes of sex, followed by Gary's orgasm and Lynn's frustration.

On successive nights, Lynn brought up the subject of alternative sexual 
techniques, saying she had read about them or seen them mentioned on 
the internet, but Gary would have no part of them and so, once again, 
Lynn's attempts to put some excitement into their lovemaking were 
thwarted.

As her loneliness and frustration continued to grow, the lovely Black 
housewife found herself visiting sex websites on the internet, 
especially those which dealt with interracial sex. She would download 
pictures of White men penetrating Black women and masturbate while her 
mind unwittingly replayed the events of a few nights before, or she 
would log onto websites featuring stories of interracial encounters, 
stimulating herself to orgasm as she imagined herself as one of the 
characters. 

But within a few days, the stories and pictures were not enough and her 
longing returned. She tried busying herself with housework and even 
volunteered for some charity work at the hospital, but no matter how 
hard she tried, she could not escape the desires which burned within 
her.

So, despite her self denigration and against the voice of her 
conscience, it was only two days later that she found herself driving 
to Stormy Cove. Her disappointment was intense when Peter was nowhere 
to be found, but she left a note at the marina:


I MUST SEE YOU
LYNN


Her drive back to town was filled with doubt and second thoughts. Twice 
she considered returning and tearing up the note, trying to forget 
Peter, but she knew she could not. He was White and for whatever that 
meant, she wanted him and what he did to and for her. He was exciting 
and he was innovative and experienced in using his body to bring 
pleasure. She had experienced more orgasms in a single evening with 
Peter than she had with Gary in their entire marriage. Peter took her 
higher than she ever believed possible. Her body cried out for him. 
Thoughts of him quickened her pulse and her panties were soaking from 
the images of him in the mirror driving his White rod into her virgin 
rear. So she drove home as quickly as possible to await his call.

Two days passed and she heard nothing. Lynn was frantic. Having left 
the note and committed herself, the images of their tryst began 
crowding out all other thoughts and her desire to reexperience that 
first night with Peter grew to unbearable proportions. Her hand rarely 
left her nest, even while doing housework, but the feeling was hollow 
and she knew what she needed, had to have. She even found a picture on 
one of the sex websites that slightly resembled Peter. The man was 
engaged in anal sex with a beautiful Black woman. Lynn scanned a photo 
of herself and electronically pasted it over the face of the Black 
woman producing a picture of her faux Peter splitting her open from 
behind. But she wanted, needed HIM. Why didn't he call? Had he gotten 
the message? Had he moved on to other ports and conquests? Did she 
really matter to him or was she just another interracial trophy to brag 
about? Why didn't he call? Why didn't he call?

She was miserable. She could think of nothing else. She moved about the 
house like a zombie, springing to action only when the phone rang, but 
the few calls which came in were friends or telemarketers. Why didn't 
he call?

Finally, on the fifth day since leaving the note, she answered the 
ringing phone only to hear the voice she longed for utter a short 
cryptic message, "The Crescent Mall, front entrance, 4:00 O'clock 
today. No panties, no bra."

"Yes! Yes, I'll be there Peter..."

After bathing and changing into a royal purple dress she had altered 
only yesterday in hopes of wearing it for Peter, Lynn strapped on her 
highest heels and scribbled a note to Gary that a friend was ill and 
she was going to spend the evening with her, indicating she wasn't sure 
when she would return, perhaps late. 

She took just a moment to run a brush through her hair again, wanting 
it to perfect for her lover and inspecting in the mirror the hem of the 
dress which was now considerably shorter than before and showed a great 
deal of her lovely legs. 

Lynn was a bit uncomfortable as she noticed her breasts sway and her 
nipples show prominently from under the silky material and, never 
having gone without panties before, she felt the, at first, 
embarrassing but then exhilarating coolness of open air touching her 
labial lips. She was already wet in anticipation of her tryst with 
Peter, wondering why he would have had her dress this way to meet in so 
public a place. But all questions were pushed aside as her pulse 
quickened and she hurried out the door to her erotic rendezvous. 

He was sitting on a bench just inside the entrance to the mall. Lynn 
sat down beside him, unable to show the affection she wished she could. 
Truth be known, she was aching to fall into his arms, kiss passionately 
and walk arm in arm through the mall as lovers on a holiday or better 
yet, honeymooners.

"Did you dress as I asked?" he said quietly.

"Yes," she answered smiling embarrassingly.

"Do you know, "The Silky Lady"?"

"Yes, I 've shopped there once or twice," she replied, wondering why he 
would mention a women's lingerie shop only a few doors down from where 
they were sitting.

"Here's what I want you to do," he said quickly outlining what he had 
in mind for the Black housewife.

Lynn's mouth dropped open in astonishment.

"I can't do that," she whispered emphatically.

"Did you not tell me a few nights ago that you wanted more excitement, 
more adventure, more eroticism in your love life?"

"Yes, but I..."

"Here is a chance to put some of that excitement in your life, Lynn. If 
you expect to reap the benefits, you have to be willing to take some 
chances."

"But what you want..."

"Is for you to take a chance, Lynn. Go get what you want. Life won't 
come to you. You've been sitting home for nineteen years waiting for 
your sex life to improve. It hasn't. Now you have an opportunity to 
start living the kind of life you've dreamed about. You've a beautiful 
and sensuous woman. Why don't you find out just how sensuous."

"I...I haven't the nerve..."

"Which is exactly why dreaming is all you'll ever do," he said rising 
to leave.

"No, wait! I...I'll try," she whispered desperately, afraid of losing 
him.

"Don't try, Lynn. DO IT! Walk in there and get what you want."

The beautiful Black woman caught her lover's eye. Her own doubts and 
fears were offset by his strength and confidence.

"You really think I can do this?"

"I know you can."

Still a bit uncertainly, she rose, smiled to gather strength from his 
piercing eyes and walked toward "The Silky Lady". Lynn paused outside 
the shop, making sure there was no one around who she knew, took a deep 
breath and walked as confidently as possible into the store. She was 
greeted almost immediately by a pretty young salesgirl.

"May I help you?"

"I'd like Ricky to wait on me," said Lynn, noting the girl's smile 
disappear as she turned and walked to the back of the store. Lynn 
noticed the girl whisper something to the other salesgirls before 
disappearing into the back. They too gave her a disapproving look, 
obviously considering her a competitor for Ricky's attention.

In a few moments a twentyish young man, stylishly dressed, came walking 
toward her with a broad smile on his handsome Latino face. 

"I'm Ricky. May I help you?" he asked, his eyes roving over the 
attractive Black stranger's breasts and nipples which were now even 
more evident through the blouse.

Lynn turned so their conversation would not be overheard by the three 
salesgirls and the half dozen or so customers in the shop.

"I'm interested in a bra and panties," she said, a coy smile on her 
face.

"Yes Ma'am..."

"Lynn, my name's Lynn."

"Well Lynn, we've got several nice matched sets I can show you."

"No, I've got something I want to show you," she whispered in his ear.

"Oh, what's that?"

"I'm not wearing either," she smiled.

He was a bit flustered by her direct approach but recovered quickly, 
obviously a young man whose talents were often put to use.

"And just what would a beautiful, married woman like yourself want from 
me?" he asked noticing her wedding band.

Oh," she smiled again flirtatiously, "something big...and long...and 
hard!"

Lynn noted the bulge in his pants, gaining a bit of confidence and 
dispelling some of the doubts which she had felt up until this moment, 
doubts that a thirty-nine year old Black housewife could actually 
seduce a popular, handsome and obviously virile young man. Lynn could 
not believe the words which now flowed from her mouth.

"I've never been fucked by a Cuban. How would you like to be the 
first?"

He glanced quickly to make sure they were not being overheard.

"I will be more than happy to accommodate you, Lynn. I get off at six."

"Why wait that long?" she asked nodding toward the dressing rooms in 
the back of the store.

He smiled, noting the manager of the store was on a break, picked up a 
skirt and lead her toward the dressing room farthest in the back. 

"Try this," he said as she took the skirt and entered the dressing 
room. He smiled at the three salesgirls, and, when the few customers in 
the store seemed to be occupied elsewhere, put his finger silently to 
his lips, opened the door and slipped into the dressing room.

Lynn turned so he could unhook her dress which quickly fell to the 
floor. His arms were around her naked body, his lips pressed to hers, 
his hands on her breasts and his erection straining to be freed. Lynn's 
hands had his belt, pants and briefs off in seconds and she felt his 
rock hard penis press against her nest. With only a narrow bench in the 
small six by six foot dressing room and no way to lie down, she spread 
her legs to allow his entry, then he lifted her as she jumped to wrap 
her legs around his waist and lock them across each other behind him. 

"Yes! Oh God yes!" she whispered as his throbbing lance entered her 
soaking nest completely. He began pumping her like a stallion as she 
rode his rod with every bit as much vigor. Lynn felt the coolness of 
the wall of the booth against her back. With her body now planted 
firmly against the wall, his thrusts were deeper, stronger and faster. 
The flimsy walls of the changing booth began shaking as the thrusting 
inside became more enthusiastic. Customers as well as the salesgirls 
turned to look as grunts and groans of ecstasy began emanating from the 
small enclosure. Lynn was trying to make as little noise as possible, 
but if there was one thing Peter had taught her in so short a time, it 
was to allow herself to release her sexuality, so her pleadings were 
also audible.

"Yes! More! Faster! Yes! Yes! YES!"

Three older customers left in disgust at what was obviously taking 
place. The others and the young salesgirls were spellbound as the walls 
of the dressing room were now shaking furiously adding to the 
unmistakable sounds of an uncontrollable sexual orgy. The intensity 
continued to build as the two bodies threw themselves at each other in 
total abandon. Lynn tried to muffle her scream as the orgasms swept 
over her, but, matched with Ricky's grunts of release, the sounds 
permeated the small shop as his semen filled her.

There was a stunned silence. Customer's and salesgirl's mouths were 
open in astonishment as the door of the booth opened and Lynn emerged, 
her dress a bit disheveled and Ricky still fastening his belt.

Lynn's heart almost stopped as she realized she was the center of 
intense scrutiny. Burning with embarrassment she walked as quickly as 
possible from the store.

"The boat, fifteen minutes," said Peter as she approached. She shook 
her head and almost ran from the mall seeking the safety and anonymity 
of her car.

Lynn was in shock as she guided the small import from the mall parking 
lot. She simply could not believe what she had just done. Never in her 
most erotic dreams would she have thought of doing what she had just 
initiated. Sex with a complete stranger, in a public business with 
customers and clerks listening to every sound and even watching as she 
and her lover almost shook apart the walls of the dressing room.

Vowing to never frequent this mall again, Lynn tried to focus her 
thoughts on Peter and what lay ahead for her on "The Tempest".

****************************************

"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked, after he had poured her a drink and 
they sat talking in his cabin.

"I don't think I've ever been as embarrassed in my li..."

"I asked if you enjoyed it," he interrupted.

"...Yes," was her quiet reply. "Once I made those suggestive remarks to 
him and saw him respond, I couldn't help myself. And once we got in the 
booth..."

"Did you orgasm?"

"...Yes, twice before he came in me."

Lynn found herself getting wet again just talking about it.

"You're finding yourself, Lynn," he said as he took her hand and lead 
her to the bed. "You're finding out what a truly sexy woman you are and 
what's in store for you if you only allow yourself the freedom to 
experience it."

The dress fell to the floor for the second time that afternoon. Lynn 
was no longer self conscious about her body with her lover. As she 
slipped out of the heels and stood naked before him, she began to 
accept her beauty, her sexuality and her need which was again 
overpowering.

"Please, Peter," she pleaded as she lay back on the bed and spread her 
legs.

The events at the mall had been only an hors d'oeuvre compared to the 
sexual feast to which she was now treated. Her screams of ecstasy 
filled the cabin until well after midnight.


CHAPTER FIVE

In the weeks which followed, Lynn's obsession grew in scope and 
intensity. With each tryst with Peter she would share a fantasy or 
perversion. A few days would pass while Peter made the arrangements and 
then Lynn would receive location and time, at which, she would live out 
that fantasy or perversion, usually aboard "The Tempest" but sometimes 
elsewhere. Sometimes Peter would suggest ideas for Lynn's erotic 
adventures. All would end with Lynn spreading her legs for Peter who 
always found new ways to excite her and bring Lynn to more erotic and 
powerful orgasms. 

Lynn's relationship with Gary began to deteriorate. She reviled herself 
for being unfaithful and lying to her husband, yet found herself 
uncontrollably attracted to Peter and the sexual pleasures her afforded 
her. Lynn and Gary began making love less and less frequently, Lynn, 
almost always the initiator, convinced that her husband could no longer 
satisfy her -- actually convinced he had never satisfied her -- and, 
more importantly, that he never would. She did make a final effort, 
dressing provocatively and meeting him at the door one evening, but he 
simply kissed her and informed her that he had invited some of his 
friends over to watch a ball game on TV and asked if she would mind 
fixing some snacks.  Later that night, in bed, she again made advances 
but while he responded, despite her pleadings for foreplay and 
originality, it was the usual unsatisfying lovemaking which she had 
come to abhor.

The following day, Peter called to arrange yet another tryst that 
evening. She arrived to find Peter in the company of a beautiful 
redhead. It was obvious he had a threesome in mind so, after some 
drinks and some playful stripping for Peter, Lynn and the the redhead, 
Sonia, made love in front of him. Lynn, a bit repulsed at first, was 
surprised to find the White woman's kisses soft and warm, almost 
sensuously overwhelming. She found herself responding as the woman's 
hands and mouth explored her breasts and by the time Sonia scooted 
between her legs and her mouth met Lynn's labia and then clitoris, Lynn 
was helpless to resist. Her orgasms came in multiples and it wasn't 
long before her own mouth and tongue gave Sonia the same intense 
climaxes she had just experienced. Peter joined them then, enjoying 
their twin oral delights on his massive phallus before pushing Lynn on 
her back and burying himself in her while Sonia rode Lynn's mouth to 
orgasm after orgasm. Throughout the evening they changed positions 
often, one moment Lynn on her all fours, licking, sucking and kissing 
Sonia to climax as Peter took her first in anus and then nest. Next 
Peter and Lynn would engage in the classic sixty nine with Lynn on top 
while Sonia filled Lynn's rear with finger and tongue while she 
fingered herself to climax, followed by the three lying in a circle, 
Peter giving oral delight to Sonia who in turn would perform 
cunnilingus on Lynn whose mouth was filled with Peter's throbbing 
penis. Often the three would climax simultaneously, pause only long 
enough to catch their breath then find a new position to try. 

Although all three allowed their sexuality to express itself forcefully 
and loudly, twice Sonia was momentarily alarmed at Lynn's loud and 
protracted grunts, groans and screams of sexual release, thinking the 
beautiful Black must be experiencing a seizure of some kind. Lynn's 
only reservation of the evening came when Sonia started to excuse 
herself to visit the bathroom.

"I have to pee," said the redhead, smiling.

"My turn after you," said Lynn.

"Which brings up yet another possibility," smiled Peter pointing for 
them to return to bed.

Sonia knew instantly what Peter wanted and lay back on the bed, legs 
spread. Lynn, confused, looked to Peter who motioned for her to join 
Sonia in sixty nine. 

"You've already tasted each other's sweet juices, why not a little 
more?" he laughed.

"Peter I don't think..."

But the redhead's mouth was already covering her vaginal opening and as 
the pressure in her bladder increased, Lynn resisted no longer, 
allowing her own mouth to open to Sonia's nest as she relaxed and 
allowed the first few drops to flow. She was rewarded almost 
immediately with the taste of Sonia's urine and within moments both 
women were urinating into each other's mouth. Lynn swallowed quickly to 
keep up with the flow. She was not repulsed, but the sensation was not 
particularly pleasurable for her until her bladder was empty and Sonia 
again sucked her to orgasm, an act she was only too happy to 
reciprocate. Peter again joined them and the three continued their 
hedonistic excesses until the wee hours.

Four nights later, Lynn found herself once again on "The Tempest". 
Peter motioned her to precede him into the cabin. As she opened the 
door, she was suddenly pushed, sprawling headfirst into the cabin where 
three muscular White men laughed as they stripped her naked and 
proceeded to take her in all three orifices at once. One man lay on his 
back and took her vaginally as she was lifted onto him. The second 
filled her mouth while the third took her anally. Their ferocious 
pounding of her mouth, anus and nest and the sexual and racial slurs 
with which they bombarded her, excited her beyond measure. Lynn was 
living out one of her strongest and most persistent fantasies -- that 
of being raped by Whites. She actually was helpless to resist but loved 
every minute of her defilement. Although the men did not actually 
injure her, they were rough and callous, just as she had imagined in 
her dreams and so her own orgasms flowed as freely as theirs. 

To her amazement, as the three withdrew, leaving their semen in all 
parts of her body, three different men entered to begin her defilement 
anew. The first group of three exited, perhaps to smoke or drink on 
deck and to await their turn once again, for Lynn's rape was to 
continue for over four hours with each of the six men eventually 
orgasming into each of her three orifices. As soon as one group would 
finish, the other group would return. Four of the men even took her a 
fourth time leaving her exhausted, sore and barely able to move, let 
alone stand as the semen from twenty-two orgasms dripped from her 
mouth, anus and vagina.                                                              

She smiled, her perverse pleasure sated for the moment, yet she knew as 
intense as this pleasure had been, there was also something missing. 
Lynn had come to terms with herself in accepting her need for sex and 
to be dominated. Yet the element missing here was love. Yes, the rape 
was exciting and sexually fulfilling, but she also needed affection. 
She truly yearned, at this moment, to be held and caressed, to feel the 
comfort that only a loving relationship could offer.

Gary could give her love but not sexual satisfaction. Peter could offer 
all the sexual excitement she could ever dream of, yet she knew he 
didn't love her. He could easily take her away from Gary, she had to 
admit that. Yet the ideal of sexual excitement teamed with real love 
still escaped her, for Peter's own sexual drives were based on 
something other than true affection, perhaps power, perhaps something 
else.

As she cleaned herself up and began formulating another excuse for 
being late to tell Gary, she questioned the beautiful face in the 
mirror.

Would she ever find what she truly wanted, the best of both worlds?


CHAPTER SIX

"The boat. Tonight. Nine O'clock. Dress like a whore."

"Peter, I..."

But there was a telltale click from the other end and the voice was 
already gone.

Lynn had told herself she had to break it off, end this madness, yet 
the sound of Peter's voice had instantly destroyed her resolve. She 
wanted the secure, comfortable, loving life with Gary, yet Peter had 
opened the Pandora's box and Lynn felt her heart beating wildly in 
anticipation of being with him and the immense sensuality he awakened 
in her.

The rest of the afternoon she spent deciding on a story to tell Gary 
and shopping for what she would wear. She wanted to wear something 
especially revealing for Peter, but at the same time, did not want to 
arouse suspicions in Gary. She finally decided to take the outfit she 
had purchased in a bag and change at the marina. She had splurged, 
using grocery money for the outfit which, she had to admit, was more 
fitting for a twenty-five year old hooker than a thirty nine year old 
housewife, but she needed Peter desperately and wanted just as 
desperately to please him. She marveled inwardly at how her entire 
world had changed since meeting the sexy and dominant White man. She 
had gone, virtually overnight, from sedate and humdrum housewife to 
Peter''s Black ...woman? bitch? whore? She didn't care. He wanted her 
and she wanted him and that was all that mattered. She was sure now 
that only he could provide what she needed. Only he could satisfy her. 
Only he could possess her. And she would give him anything he wanted in 
return.

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"Now don't wait up. After the aerobics class a few of us girls are 
going over to Susan's for coffee and a gab session. It may be late," 
she said as she picked up the gym bag which actually contained the 
outfit she planned to wear tonight and kissed her husband good bye.

"Oh, I'll be fine. I think there's a good spooky movie on the late 
show."

"See you later," she said over her shoulder, hurrying out the door 
trying to act casual.

She hated lying to Gary. He didn't deserve to be lied to, but 
considering what she planned on doing on "The Tempest" this evening, a 
little lie hardly mattered, now did it?

She had to force herself to remain within the speed limit. The last 
thing she needed now was a speeding ticket and the inevitable questions 
which would follow. The drive seemed interminable, but at last she 
pulled into the marina parking lot, found the women's rest room, 
changed into the outfit and surveyed herself in the mirror over the 
sink.

Yes, the outfit was almost totally revealing, a black see through 
shimmering body stocking with no bra or panties. Her nipples were 
plainly visible and the tight clinging material showed every curve of 
her breasts, hips and legs. A black leather mini skirt barely hid her 
nest while the black spike heels added the final touch.

Lynn knew her body complemented such an outfit. Her breasts, while 
full, were still firm and her hips and legs were almost as curvaceous 
as any twenty five year old. But would Peter like it? Was it too much? 
She wanted to show him she could and would be whatever he wanted. 
Tonight he wanted a whore. She was determined to give him one. Of 
paramount importance to her, however, was that he wanted her body and 
she wanted his and that was enough. 
                               
                            
Too late to worry about it now, she thought, as she glanced at her 
watch and saw it was almost nine. So with as much confidence as she 
could muster, she crammed her aerobics outfit into the bag, walked to 
her car where she left the bag and hurried to her lover.

She fell into his arms and they kissed deeply, her heart racing.

"I like a beautiful woman who can do what she's told," he said stepping 
back just slightly and admiring the outfit and the body beneath, 
"especially when she's Black."

Again, for some reason buried within her psyche, Lynn felt the rush of 
erotic sensualism sweep through her and her sexual juices begin to 
flow.

"I hope you like it," she said, as coyly as possible considering the 
only thing on her mind at that moment was to shed the outfit as quickly 
as possible, spread her legs and get this handsome and virile White man 
into her. 

"Yes, I do. You have dressed very appropriately for what I have 
planned."

She looked up into his eyes quizzically.

"You said you wanted to experience the new and different and so you 
shall."

He produced a sleeping mask and placed it on her tightly, blinding her 
to everything. 

"I have a special surprise for you."

Lynn shivered with expectation. This was exactly the kind of mystery 
and excitement she longed for in her marriage. Excitement she knew she 
would never have with Gary.

Unbeknown to Lynn, Peter turned out all the lights which left the cabin 
illuminated by only two small candles. He surveyed the scene and then, 
satisfied, picked up his cell phone.

"She's waiting for you," was all he said and put down the phone.

"Who...who are you talking to?" she asked, the first trace of 
apprehension creeping into her voice.

"Your evening's entertainment," he replied.

"Peter, I can't..."

"Of course you can, Lynn. It's what whore's do, especially beautiful 
Black whores."

Despite her trepidation, her entire body tingled from the infusion of 
the racial overtone.

"He's nearby so you shouldn't have to wait long."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Pleasure him."

Her mouth dropped open.

"But..."

"We both know this is exactly the kind of experience you want. Mystery, 
excitement and a great erotic experience. Satisfy him and yourself. And 
when you do, I'll see you don't leave here without a great deal more 
satisfaction."

Still nonplused, but admittedly intrigued, Lynn replied, "But why the 
blindfold?"

"Patience, Lynn... Ah, I think our guest has arrived."

They heard footsteps on the desk above, then a slight rapping on the 
cabin door.

"Not a word," Peter commanded to them both as he opened the door and 
admitted Lynn's mystery man. Peter leaned over and, unbeknown to Lynn, 
pushed the record button on a small audio recorder sitting on the 
bedside table.

"Your surprise is here," smiled Peter as Lynn began to feel real 
discomfort sensing the presence of the other person and knowing she was 
now on display.

"First, our only rule. Absolutely no talking. This is intended to be a 
mysterious as well as erotic adventure. Not a single word from either 
of you or you both will leave this boat immediately."

Peter noted they both shook their heads in agreement. 

"Understand," he said in Lynn's ear, you can say no if you want and the 
young man will leave, but, if you say yes, there is no turning back."

Her pulse beginning to race, Lynn nodded, indicating she understood.

"Then I suggest we give this young man a better look at what he may 
get."

Lynn felt Peter's hands unzip the skirt and slid it off. Her breath 
quickened as his hands slowly and sensuously removed the heels and then 
unfastened her body suit, peeling it from her in a slow motion strip 
tease. She burned in embarrassment as the material slid from her 
breasts. She knew her breasts were attractive, yet the thoughts of 
revealing her body to a total stranger were both exciting and 
frightening. As the body stocking descended to her waist and then to 
her nest, Lynn, now a bit frightened by the unknown, wondered if she 
could actually go through with it.

Her mouth opened, poised to bring this exciting but strange episode to 
an end.

"Say nothing," she heard Peter command. If you want it to end, simply 
shake your head in a negative direction."

Lynn was torn. She truly wanted, at that moment to end this, hurry home 
to her husband and turn her back on what was becoming not only erotic 
but downright bizarre. Yet, at the same time, she was captivated, 
enthralled with the overwhelming eroticism of the moment. She fancied 
the stranger as a White man, eager to ream his Black captive and her 
body trembled in anticipation. 

There was no shake of her head as Peter again began peeling the elastic 
material from her. She felt his hands roll the material down her legs . 
Peter then unstrapped and discarded her shoes, she stepped out of the 
body suit and Lynn Downing stood naked before the two men.

Unbeknown to Lynn because of the blindfold, Peter ran one of the 
candles closely up and down her body, affording the young man a better 
view of the body he was anxious to ravish.

"The mask, unfortunately, hides her face which is indeed as lovely as 
her body. Perhaps another time that also shall be revealed to you. For 
the moment though," he said turning to Lynn, "I can tell from the bulge 
in his pants, he likes what he sees."

Peter motioned to the other man.

"You may want to get a bit more comfortable, yourself."

As the man's clothes were shed, Peter continued.

"A bit of background. The two of you shall never know the identity of 
the other, but I don't mind revealing a bit of information to heighten 
the anticipation."

"She," he said motioning to Lynn, " is a housewife who has endured a 
dull and unsatisfying marriage. She yearns for sexual excitement and 
satisfaction."

Lynn twisted a bit uncomfortably.

"Although a bit inexperienced in the varied arts of carnal pleasure, 
she is nevertheless innovative and open to experimentation. In a few 
words, she's a great piece of Black ass."

Lynn wasn't sure whether to be flustered or flattered.

"Her fantasy is be raped and dominated by a White master."

Now Lynn did twist with unease. She had revealed her intimate fantasies 
to Peter the other evening between lovemaking sessions, but never with 
the thought they would be shared with another. 

"So,this evening, she shall be your Black slave," said Peter to the 
man.

Does that mean he's White? wondered Lynn. She fervently wished it to be 
so. She tried to picture him in her mind.

"Slaves are often bound. Do you wish your slave bound?" Peter asked.

Lynn, of course heard nothing, but the answer was obvious when Peter 
pulled her arms behind her and secured them, not at the wrists, but 
pulled back up under her shoulder blades and tightly, if not unduly 
painfully, bound.

"Don't be shy, come sample the goods," implored Peter.

Lynn heard the padded footsteps and then a hand on her breast. The hand 
came under her chin, raising her head and a warm and tender mouth 
closed on hers. Their lips lingered. His kiss was so unlike Peter's 
which were strong and powerful. These lips were soft and gentle.

The moment was broken by Peter's voice.

"Show him what you have to offer."

Lynn wasn't sure what Peter wanted until she felt him turn her around 
and bend her over at the waist.

"Spread your legs," Peter commanded.

She obeyed realizing the most intimate and private parts of her body 
were now spread wide open to the stranger. 

"Isn't she nice?" asked Peter. "Have you even seen a body just begging 
to be taken like hers?

Peter brought her back upright. She again felt the tender lips on hers 
as young strong arms pulled her gently to him. She felt his strong 
erection against her. The thoughts of helplessly being taken by a White 
master were overwhelming. She yearned for him as she knew Peter wanted.

"Time for a decision," said Peter as the arms and body withdrew. " He 
obviously wants you. If your answer is no, remain standing, if your 
answer is yes, drop to your knees and open your mouth."

Lynn knew what she should do, but what she wanted at this moment , had 
to have, was simply overpowering and as she slipped to her knees and 
opened her mouth, she knew her decision was irrevocable. She didn't 
care. She was a bound Black slave, about to be taken by her master, and 
she shivered with fright and a delectable, perverse anticipation.

Lynn felt the hands grasp her behind her head as the penis entered her 
waiting mouth. She took it as far as possible, feeling his thrust in 
the back of her throat before he withdrew and began again. Her tongue 
worked feverishly and she sucked the huge rod, hoping she was affording 
her master pleasure. Her nest was dripping.

"Let me tell you a little something about your "master", said Peter as 
the thrusts began to penetrate deeper and Lynn was not sure how much 
more she could take without gagging.

"He's a twenty year old college student from Freedmont."

The fact that this young man and her son Paul were the same age and 
attended the same college struck Lynn as fascinating as well as 
coincidental.It being a fairly small college, she wondered if they 
might even know each other.

She heard his breathing grow deeper, his trusts quicken and his 
erection stiffen even further and knew he was close.

"Yes, he's pledging a fraternity. That's why he's here. You are his 
fraternity initiation. He has to take a married woman in her mouth, 
rear and nest. The lights are out Lynn, to make it a bit more romantic 
and mysterious, so video is out of the question, but we are making an 
audio recording of what transpires so he will have his proof of 
performance, so to speak."

Her master's grunts were accompanied by her mouth suddenly filling with 
semen. Lynn swallowed as fast as she could, amazed at the quantity his 
erection kept pumping into her mouth and throat.

"I think you told me your son was pledging a fraternity," said Peter as 
strong arms pulled her up and she again felt the soft lips and tongue.
`
"Now it's time to afford this young man some anal pleasure."

The arms helped her onto the bed, her face, down against the covers, 
her arms still bound tightly behind her, her rear high in the air.

She was amazed at how quickly his erection was again firm. When her 
husband climaxed, he was instantly flaccid and unable to regain his 
erection for some time.

"A reminder: no words, but I bet the fraternity brothers wouldn't mind 
hearing the sounds of a housewife as she is reamed."

She felt the lubrication on the tip of his penis but it made little 
difference. He was every bit as large as Peter and as he grabbed her 
hips and guided the head into her anal opening, Lynn whined, not for 
the recorder, but both to beg to be spared the forthcoming invasion of 
her dark hole and at the same time to invite her master to fill it with 
his massive cock and fuck her mindless.

Her grunts were quite audible as the first few inches bored into her 
and Peter smiled to think how much enjoyment that would bring back at 
the fraternity house.

"Did I mention the fraternity he's pledging?" asked Peter. "It's Alpha 
Tau Omega."

My God thought Lynn, fighting back the tears between moans, he's 
pledging Paul's fraternity. They probably even know each other.

As he reached full penetration and began thrusting powerfully, his 
grunts of ecstasy matched hers of agony. This time there were no hands 
to reach around and stimulate her clitoris and with her hands tied 
behind her, she could not even masturbate to make the pain at least 
bearable.

Peter moved the recorder a bit closer to capture Lynn's sobs as tears 
of agony rained down her face. Her grunts were long and protracted as 
each thrust was now more powerful than the last and her anal lips and 
canal stretched to the limit.

At last, mercifully, she felt his warm seed squirt deeply into her 
bowels and he withdrew leaving her breathless and exhausted.

Hardly having had time to catch her breath, she was rolled onto her 
back.

The boy/man straddled her head and she took his penis into her mouth. 
She was astounded at his recuperative powers. Within only a minute or 
so, he was again fully erect and throbbing. 

 Peter's voice again came to her.                                            

"Now my little Black housewife whore, spread your legs and give it to 
him like he's never had it before!" 

Lynn opened herself to him. She felt his massive lance poised against 
her vaginal lips.

"Before he takes you, there are just a couple of other small details 
you should know about him," said Peter in her ear. "He's Black and his 
mother's name is Lynn!"

Lynn's mouth flew open in surprise and horror.

"Pa..." she started to shout his name, but Peter stuffed the 
handkerchief in her mouth and quickly tied another around to gag her. 

"Sometimes she loves to be gagged as well," he said to the unknowing 
Paul. "Now she's ready for you!"

Lynn tried kicking him off, but her son was too heavy to dislodge. 
However, her feverish writhing and muffled screams into the 
handkerchief were enough to give him pause. He looked uncertainly to 
Peter.

"Remember, I told you her fantasy was to be raped by a White man. You 
may be the wrong color, but you've got the right equipment."

They looked down at the near hysterical woman who continued to thrash 
about in an attempt to escape as her incoherent screams continued. The 
darkness, the mask and the fact that Paul would never in his wildest 
dreams have believed his mother would consent to such an act of self 
debasement hid her identity from him.

"She loves to play the part of the helpless victim," Peter told the 
son. "She's playing her part well, now you play yours. Slap her around 
a little."

Paul hesitated. Her body was fantastic and she was, by far, the best 
lay he'd ever had, but he'd never hit a woman.

"Go ahead, slap her until she quits screaming. Make her accept her 
fate!"

Still Paul hesitated.

"Go ahead, she loves it. The harder the better!"

The first slap, although half hearted, stunned her.

"Go ahead, slap her again!"

The next blow, while still openhanded, was much stronger than the first 
and brought fresh tears to Lynn's eyes. Again she tried to scream his 
name, to tell him who she was, but Peter's gag was so tight in her 
mouth, her cries were incomprehensible. 

Another stinging slap and then another. Lynn's pain was matched only by 
her horror at what was about to take place. All fantasies aside, she 
was about to be raped by her own son. As Lynn realized she was indeed 
helpless to stop what was about to take place, her resistance melted 
into tears. Her sobs were evident even through the gag.

"See? She knows you're going to take her and there is nothing she can 
do. Give her the ride of her life!"

Paul spread the legs of the woman he was about to ravish, believing it 
was all part of an elaborate act. She was quite an actress, he thought. 
Crying incessantly and in complete surrender, she offered no 
resistance.

"She all yours!" smiled Peter.

The physical pain of his sudden entry was nothing compared to the 
mental anguish the beautiful housewife felt at that moment. She wanted 
to lie still, deny the illicit pleasure, but her body had been worked 
to a feverish pitch over the last thirty minutes and, almost 
immediately, began to betray her. His angle of entry was such that her 
clit was receiving maximum stimulation with each thrust and as they 
became stronger and deeper, her vaginal lips, despite her best efforts 
to the contrary, began contracting in rhythm with him, squeezing his 
penis and pulling it deeper within her. Her nest was soaking  making 
his penetration easier. Within a few strokes she felt the head of his 
penis meet her cervix. She was desperately trying to focus her mind, to 
send her consciousness to a far off place, to ignore the sexual urges 
building within her. He began grunting with the exertion and pleasure. 
Her own grunts began to match his as she could no longer deny what her 
body wanted, needed. She began thrusting upward to meet his powerful 
downward strokes and soon the two were mindlessly humping each other in 
total abandon. Sweat poured from them both as they neared climax. 

"We won't need this any more," said Peter, quickly pulling the slip 
knot on the leather bands which had held Lynn's arms behind her. Her 
arms came around to Paul's shoulders. She wanted to push him away, to 
stop this incestuous depravity, yet at that moment she felt him ram her 
full and then tense. She still could not see him, but she could feel 
his need to fill her and knew her need for him was just as powerful. So 
her arms went to his hips and pulled him even further into her as she 
felt his hot seed fill her and her own orgasm swept over her, so 
intense, her body was in near convulsions as her labial contractions 
milked every last drop of his semen into her. It wasn't enough for 
either of them however and so she again sucked him to rigidity and they 
were both rewarded with another mind shattering orgasm, hers coming in 
multiples.

Exhausted and finally unable to revive his overworked lance, Paul 
climbed from the bed and began to dress.

"Ever had anything like it?" asked Peter extracting the tape and 
handing it to the college student.

Her son shook his head and smiled, went to the bed, helped Lynn to 
stand, then embraced and kissed her deeply a final time. 

"You're the best," he whispered in her ear, "the very best!"

Lynn didn't know whether to rejoice or cry. She knew Paul had been 
sexually active since high school and in fact had bedded down some of 
the most attractive girls in his school, White and Black. She had no 
reason to believe he had not also shared his penal gift at college as 
well. So, the compliment was both unexpected and highly flattering. To 
think: she, Lynn Downing could outperform women half her age. She lay 
back on the bed,  filled with guilt, as Paul and Peter left the cabin. 
She basked in the afterglow of her sexual adventure, as illicit, 
illegal and immoral as it had been. She removed the gag and mask and 
waited for Peter.

He returned a few moments later.

"How could you do that to me?" she started.

"Forget the righteous indignation, Lynn. You wanted it every bit as 
much as he did, even after you knew who he was."

"How did you know?" she asked quietly.

"That you wanted to bed down your own son?" 

She winced.

"Oh, you all but told me the other night. I could see the way your eyes 
lit up when you talked about him and it wasn't just parental pride.

"But, my God, it's incest!"

"So? Did you enjoy it?

"That's not the point..."

"That's exactly the point! I could tell you wanted him, so I set it up 
so you could have him. He really is pledging that fraternity. All I had 
to do was coax the older fraternity brothers with a case or two of beer 
and they were quite willing to accept my suggestion for his initiation. 
He's quite a stud, but you're an absolute wildcat when your son's on 
top of you!"

She looked away in utter embarrassment.

"You...didn't tell him did you?"

"That it was his mother who he just raped? Why spoil the fun? He wants 
you again. I told him it would cost him five hundred dollars next time. 
He didn't even flinch, said he'd pay twice that for another chance at 
his Black housewife whore. Told me he'd never had anything like you."

"What did you tell him?" she asked anxiously.

"To give me a call when he got the money together."

"Peter, you didn't!"

"Relax. Where is he going to get that kind of money? Besides it might 
be fun."

"Peter, no!"

"Don't ever say no to me Lynn."

"I'm sorry," she said dropping her eyes in apology.

"Why are you complaining? From what I've seen tonight, he's a hell of a 
lot better in bed than your husband."

"Yes...he is..." she mused. She had to agree, Paul was ten times the 
lover his father was, rivaling Peter himself in size and endurance.

"How long have you wanted him to take him to your bed?" he asked.

"I...I'm not really sure. In fact I wasn't even sure at all until 
tonight."

"Oh you were sure all right. You may not have wanted to admit it, but 
you've desired him for a long time."

"I remember once when he was in high school. He and two of his friends 
were in his room talking. I know I shouldn't have, but I stopped and 
listened. It was the usual adolescent male bragging by the other two, 
but when Paul began, his voice was so calm and steady, I knew he was 
telling the truth. He described how he had persuaded the White captain 
of the cheerleading squad to meet him at Brenner's Lake, that's a local 
lover's lane. He told how they had kissed and she had stripped for him. 
He said when he took off his clothes, she was all over him and I didn't 
doubt it for a moment. You saw how handsome he is. Anyway, that 
cheerleader came to Brenner's Lake a virgin, but she didn't leave that 
way."

"And you wished it could have been you?"

"I never wanted to be White so badly in my life. I guess that's when 
the issue of color began to enter my sexual fantasies. His body, even 
then, was muscular and lean. I often sneaked looks at him when he 
wasn't aware.. For months afterward I would picture him stripping me 
and taking my virginity."

"So you see," observed Peter, "tonight you simply got to live out your 
long repressed fantasy. Speaking of which, do you know a fantasy I 
would like to fulfill?"

"What's that?" she asked.

"To see how many times I can bring a beautiful Black housewife to 
orgasm," he smiled grabbing her.

"Maybe I won't be the only one whose fantasy comes true this evening," 
she replied as his clothes were quickly discarded and she spread her 
legs widely to accept his massive gift.


CHAPTER SEVEN

A few mornings later found Lynn again agonizing over her dilemma. Now 
she had not only committed adultery, but incest as well. She realized 
that although Gary had said nothing, he had to suspect something was 
going on. After all, she had hardly been out at night in their entire 
marriage and now lately, she was spending at least one or two nights a 
week at Peter's boat. She felt her marriage beginning to slip away. She 
still cared very much for Gary but was no longer sure she loved him. 
Yet, he deserved better than to be cheated upon. 

She was running options over in her mind for the hundredth time when 
the phone rang. 

"The boat. Tonight at eight," the now familiar voice directed.

"Peter, I can't do this any more."

"You not only can, you will."

Even on the phone, the power of his voice was almost overwhelming.

"Peter, I don't want to disappoint you, but..."

"Then don't! Tonight. Eight O'clock."

"What makes you so sure I'll come?" she asked.

"Because I know you Lynn. Perhaps better than anyone else. Certainly 
better than your husband. I know what you want, what you need. You'll 
come because you can't stay away. You're like a moth drawn to a flame. 
You know I'll have something special planned for you and you know it 
will involve mind blowing sex. I have what you want. You'll be here."

"No...Peter, I just can't..."

"TONIGHT LYNN! EIGHT O'CLOCK!"

The voice was not loud but strong and commanding. There was again the 
click from the other end indicating he had hung up.

For the rest of the day Lynn struggled with herself. Her rational self 
told her this insanity had to stop. She was putting her marriage and 
her family in jeopardy. Ignore the call! Stay home with Gary! She 
busied herself with housework until Gary got home, they had dinner, 
then went into the living room to watch TV. The phone rang which Gary 
answered. She could tell by the laughter and good natured ribbing that 
it was Paul on the other end. The longer the father and son talked, the 
more vivid the images and sounds became in her mind of what had taken 
place only a few nights previously on "The Tempest". She felt the 
wetness permeate her panties as the feel of Paul's arms around her and 
his penis penetrating her were still fresh and, she hated to admit it, 
exciting. As the phone conversation continued Lynn felt her breathing 
become heavier and her heart pounding in her chest. She again 
experienced, in her mind, the sounds of his orgasmic moans, the smell 
of his freshly washed skin and the feel of his hot semen squirting deep 
inside her.

She could stand it no longer. The urges were again beginning to 
dominate her thoughts and actions. She arose to hurry from the room.

"Hey, it's Paul. Don't you want to talk with him?"

"Tell him I'll talk with him in a day or so. I just remembered, I 
promised Linda Warner I would come over and help with that charity fund 
raiser rehearsal tonight."

She hoped the story sounded plausible. At this point she wasn't sure 
she cared. She was burning up. Her nest was on fire .She had to have 
what Peter could give her and right now she would do almost anything to 
get it. She hurried upstairs to dress.

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Lynn boarded the boat and, finding no one topside, she went below and 
softly knocked on the cabin door.

"Come in," wafted Peter's voice from inside.

As the door opened Lynn faced Peter and perhaps the most beautiful 
woman she had ever seen. Her long blonde hair complemented the intense 
blue eyes and the soft and balanced facial features which give 
Caucasians their beauty. Her twenty-five year old body, although 
covered by a beautiful gown, was obviously that of a centerfold, her 
breasts magnificent and firm, waist an hourglass and legs curvaceous 
and flowing to trim ankles and small feet snuggled in golden spike 
heels.

"Ah, Lynn, glad you could make it," he smiled confidently, knowing she 
could not resist his offer. "There is someone I want you to meet. 
Denise, this is Lynn Downing. You can see for yourself how beautiful 
she is,but her body is also an intense source of endless pleasures."

Lynn felt embarrassed, but she was sure she detected pain in the 
beautiful blonde's eyes.

"Lynn, I want you to meet Denise...my wife!"

"Your...?" Lynn stammered. She had no idea Peter was married. He wore 
no ring and never mentioned it.

"Yes," he continued, "Denise, you see, is not only lovely, she also has 
some very special charms. Denise," he said smiling, "why don't you show 
Lynn just how special you are." 

Again Lynn detected anguish in the eyes of the beautiful wife as she 
unhooked her dress and let it fall. The shimmering hose and ebony 
garter belt accentuated the black thong and bra which barely contained 
the luscious breasts. But Lynn's attention was drawn and held to the 
bulge in the blonde's panties. Lynn was spellbound as Denise slipped 
the thong downward revealing a fully developed, semi erect penis, 
underneath which, was a normal female vagina.

"Denise is gifted to have been equipped with the means to pleasure both 
men and women," smiled Peter.

The woman immediately pulled her thong back into place and, Lynn could 
tell, was fighting back tears.

"Today is Denise's birthday," he began, "twenty-five today. I thought 
all week about what to get her. Since she, like you Lynn, has very 
special needs, I finally hit upon the answer. I would give her you. You 
are both highly sexually charged, yet pine for an emotional 
relationship as well. So...Happy Birthday darling," Peter intoned, 
kissing his wife on the cheek and nodding toward Lynn, "she's all 
yours!"

Lynn stood still as Peter prodded the blonde a bit. Denise walked to 
Lynn, gently ran her fingers thorough the black hair, then Lynn felt 
the blonde's arms enfold her and suddenly their lips met. Lynn's heart 
raced as while the lips she tasted were tender, sweet and soft, the 
kiss itself was strong and powerful possessing the best qualities of 
the kisses of both a woman and man. Lynn's eyes closed as her mouth 
opened in surrender and she was dumbfounded to realize she wasn't sure 
whether she was kissing male or female. Their tongues touched and once 
again there was the incredible softness yet strength as Denise's tongue 
pressed its way into Lynn's mouth, taking the Black woman's breath 
away. The arms pulled her closer and Lynn felt the penis, now almost 
erect, against her as it stretched the beautiful blonde's panties to 
their maximum.

"We want to be alone," Denise said to Peter.

There was a surprised look on the husband's face.

"Hmmmm, you've never asked to be alone before. Besides, you know how 
much I like to watch and then participate."

"You're right, I've never asked before, but I'm asking now. You said 
she's for my birthday. Surely this one time..."

"Of course, my dear," he said, smiling, stopping to kiss first Lynn, 
then Denise and walking to the door.

"Happy Birthday!" came his ironic wish and with that he was gone.

Denise walked over and closed and locked the door. She turned to Lynn.

"I'm sorry," she said, referring to her kissing Lynn, "he expected 
that."

"Please don't apologize," responded the Black housewife, "I enjoyed 
it."

"Did you? Did the freak excite you?"asked the blonde, hostility 
beginning to build.

"Excite me? Yes. Because you're a freak? No. I simply enjoyed kissing a 
woman whose lips were both tender and strong."

"Look, you don't have to do this," said Denise sitting in a chair. "We 
can just talk for a while and then make up some story for Peter."

"Why? Why would you do that for me?" asked Lynn, sitting on the edge of 
the bed. 

"Lynn we both have special sexual needs. Neither of us would be here if 
we didn't. And while I like being dominant with a woman, I don't want 
to simply take it from her. I want her to want me to take it."

Lynn was impressed with the sensitivity Denise was showing to a 
stranger, yet Lynn also realized she was drawn to the beautiful blonde. 
Was it purely a sexual attraction, a fascination with her physiology or 
something more? 

"And if she has fantasies of being raped?"

"I have no problem in playing sexual games. I love to play them myself. 
Being raped in a game of fantasy is one thing, actually being assaulted 
and abused is quite another."

"I like being dominated," Lynn said, not sure why she was so willing to 
open herself to this woman.

"I know, I felt you surrender when I kissed you. We all have needs 
Lynn. Yours is to be submissive, mine is to be dominant, especially of 
a woman, but the truth is we are both looking for something more."

"What do you mean?"

"I noticed your wedding band. Your marriage is not a happy one. That is 
obvious. There may be many reasons, but Peter could not have seduced 
you or, at least, could not have kept you coming back if your 
relationship with your husband was all it should be."


Lynn was a bit astonished at the observational and intuitive deductions 
of the woman seated across from her. This was no stereotypic dumb 
blonde.

"And," continued Denise, "I too need more than what I have become."

"Which is?" asked Lynn.

Peter and I have been married almost four years. He seduced me, much as 
I am sure he seduced you. I thought he truly loved me. I have come to 
realize he married me for only one reason. I am his sexual freak, his 
sideshow. He married me only for the bizarre pleasures I bring him and 
his friends. Do I enjoy the sex? Yes, without a doubt, but I see signs 
that Peter is tiring of me, that my "freak appeal" had waned. You 
aren't his first you know. In the four years we have been married he 
has taken nine women as his mistress. You are the tenth. He seduces 
them, uses them for his own amusement and then discards them when they 
no longer amuse him. He would have dumped me long ago if it were not 
for my... uniqueness. Even so, I feel he will soon divorce me. He is 
not a cruel man. He recently purchased a large house in Bimini for me 
and established a six figure bank account in my name. He said they were 
simply gifts, but I know he is establishing them to be my part of the 
divorce settlement.

Lynn dropped her eyes.

"I had no idea," she said quietly.

"I know. It's OK. I don't blame you...or the others. Peter speaks often 
of our needs, but he also has special needs as well, ones which no one 
women can ever satisfy."


"What will you do?" asked Lynn.

"Live at my estate. Perhaps travel. I still have needs, Lynn, but I 
intend to look for someone who can love me for who I am, not just the 
pleasure or excitement I can give him or her."

Denise looked into the expressive brown eyes.

"And you, Lynn, what will you do? You do know Peter will probably ask 
you to sail away with him. He almost always does."

"I...I'm not sure. Oh, I've known all along that what Peter and I had 
was purely sexual. I guess I wished it might have been more, but, deep 
down, I knew he didn't love me."

Tears began to well.

"I...I've made a mess of my life. You were right about my marriage. 
I've always needed more than Gary could or was prepared to give. I 
didn't want to admit it, but I have been unhappy for a long time. I 
don't know what to do. Should I go back and try to put things right? 
He's a good man. I just don't know, after what I've experienced with 
Peter, whether Gary can ever be enough for me."

Lynn looked to Denise with desperation in her eyes.

"And...there's...something...else."

"It's all right Lynn," said Denise coming over to sit beside her and 
putting her arm around the Black woman's shoulder.

"You...don't understand," cried Lynn, tears running down her cheeks, "I 
made love to my own son!"

"How...?"

"Peter tricked me at first, tied and blindfolded me and kept the room 
dark so Paul, my son, wouldn't recognize me. We weren't allowed to 
talk, so neither of us knew it was the other...at least not at first."

"Not at first?"

"Oh God Denise, I got so excited. I needed it, had to have it!"

"I've had moments like that myself."

"I was nearly out of my mind for sex. When it finally became clear to 
me that it was Paul, it...it just didn't matter. I let him take me. No, 
to be honest, I wanted him to take me. Denise," cried Lynn weeping 
bitterly, "I screwed my own son!"

Denise's arm tightened around Lynn's shoulder pulling the attractive 
Black woman against her as Lynn began weeping uncontrollably.

"It will be all right, Lynn. We'll get you through this."

Lynn was stunned into looking into those beautiful blue eyes.

'We?"

"I'm here for you now and I'll be here for you as long as you need me."
 
"Denise, I don't know what to say. By all rights you should hate me."

"You don't need to say anything and I don't hate you Lynn. As a matter 
of fact you're one of the sweetest, loveliest women I have ever known."

Lynn's voice was choked in supplication as she snuggled closer to this 
woman of incredible understanding, warmth, sensitivity and strength.

"Hold me Denise...please."

"Of course," responded the blonde, putting both arms around Lynn. Lynn 
cried on Denise's shoulder for over an hour as the blonde consoled her. 
Both poured out their feelings to the other and both found 
understanding and empathy in return. 

Lynn had several women with whom she was friends but none to whom she 
had opened her feelings this way, none whom she trusted like this, none 
who shared the physical need for sensual release and the intense need 
for a loving relationship.

They talked well into the night, each becoming aware of the bond 
growing between them. Finally, reluctantly, Lynn realized she had to 
leave.

"Thank you...for everything," said Lynn looking once again into the 
loving blue eyes. "You have no idea what this evening has meant ot me."

"I feel the same, Lynn. Here is my cell phone number. If you need me 
for anything..." 

There was longing in both sets of eyes as Lynn put the piece of paper 
in her purse.

"I...I..." Lynn stammered wanting to say so much yet unable to find the 
words.

"I know," Denise replied kissing the lovely lips lightly and holding 
Lynn tightly for but a moment, "I know."

As Lynn left the boat her new found feelings for Denise warmed her, yet 
, at the same time, left her more conflicted than ever. She cared for 
Gary, but was unsure she still loved him. Peter was the most exciting 
man she had ever met, yet while he offered her sexual excitement and 
physical satisfaction beyond measure, there was no love there and, Lynn 
realized, there never would be. And then there was Paul. Perhaps the 
most agonizing situation of all. She could not deny her sexual feelings 
for her son and he had proven himself a fantastic lover, but...he was 
her son! 

She stepped into the deserted marina parking lot where a single street 
light glowed near where she had parked her car. As Lynn fumbled in her 
purse for her car keys, a figure stepped out of the shadows and 
silently closed the distance until he stood only a foot or two behind 
her. He had recognized the figure of the woman who had given him such 
ecstasy, even from across the parking lot.

The voice came to her chillingly recognizable.

"I've been waiting to see you again."

Lynn froze, unsure what to do, but very sure she wanted to neither 
speak nor turn around.

"I've got the five hundred," Paul said, moving closer.

Lynn could think only to walk into the shadows, keeping her identity 
hidden, but as she started to walk away, his arms encircled her from 
behind and his kiss was hot on her neck.

"I want you. You make the other women I've made love to, seem like 
little girls."

His hands found her breasts and Lynn, despite her anxiety and 
trepidation, felt herself begin to respond as his fingers found her 
nipples which became instantly erect under his touch.

She tried to pull away, but his arms were too stong. Lynn felt his 
right hand begin a journey downward. Again she tried to wiggle away but 
the combination of his strength and her own arousal kept her back 
pressed against him as his hand slipped under the elastic waistband of 
her skirt.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted to have you again, to feel your 
lucious body..."

Again she failed to break loose, not sure now if she really wanted to. 
His left hand had undone two buttons of her blouse allowing his hand 
access to her bare breasts since she wore no bra. Discovering she wore 
no panties either, his other hand quickly found her nest and his finger 
penetrated her, finding her clit. The kisses on her neck were now more 
fervent and she felt his erection press against her buttocks. They were 
both rapidly becoming sexually excited.

"Let's go to the boat where we can be alone," he implored.

She shook her head no, but her own hands, instead of pushing his away, 
covered them pulling them more tightly to her, encouraging his 
stimulation of both breasts and nest. 

They were both beginning to gasp for air. Lynn reached behind her to 
grasp his erection.
                                                                      
"I knew you wanted it as much as I did," he gasped.

Lynn's mind was rapidly losing focus. The powerful urges within her, 
already strong, were building, despite her efforts to the contrary. She 
knew this had to stop, yet was unable to do anything except squeeze her 
vaginal lips on the finger inside her. She felt the first twinge deep 
within and knew the climax would soon follow. If she was going to put 
an end to this incestous outrage, it must be now.

With one last determined effort she broke free of his grip and started 
to run, but had taken only a single step when his arm caught her 
shoulder and swung her around. She tried to duck her head away but it 
was too late. Paul's mouth dropped open in incredulous surprise.

"MOM?"

"Paul, I..."

"Mom!.!!!!...You?????"

"Paul, please I ..."

"Oh God!" he cried out, "my own mother!"

The enormity of the ramifications hit him like a steamroller.

"I... I fucked my own mother!!!!"

"Paul, it's not like that."
                                               
"Oh? And just what is it like, Mother?" he asked angrily.

"Paul, neither of us knew. It was dark. I had on a mask..."

"To hell you didn't know. I heard Peter giving you all those hints. You 
had to know!"

"Not until..."

"Until he told you my mother's name was Lynn. Then you fucked me like a 
goddamn whore."

"Please Paul, at that point I couldn't help myself, I couldn't hold 
back."

"I'll say you couldn't hold back. Fucking your own son like there was 
no tomorrow!"

Lynn's tears matched Paul's outrage.

"Please Paul, let's talk about this."

"What's to talk about, Mother? How long have you been screwing around 
on Dad?"

"A few weeks. Paul, I have needs..."

"I bet you do! You need to get fucked and you don't care who does the 
fucking...even your own son."

"Paul, I love you..." was all she could think to say.

"Oh I love you too Mom. I love the way you bend over to show your ass 
and pussy to me. I love the way you suck me off. I love the feel of 
your ass around my dick. And you know what Mother/ Most of all I love 
the way your pussy tightens on me as we both start to come."

"Stop it!" she shouted. "You're making it into something dirty."

"Dirty? Dirty? Why no Mother, there's nothing dirty about a whore who 
screws around on her husband and fucks her son when she gets the 
chance. What could be dirty about that?"

Lynn broke down in tears. As Paul turned to walk away, she reached out 
to him, but he broke away, then turned back reaching into his pocket 
and extracting five one hundred dollar bills.

"Paul, no..."

"Here's your money, whore. I can't say you didn't earn it. You fuck 
like a snake, Mother. You're getting very good at what you do. So here, 
take it," he said throwing the bills at her, "I've had all of you ... 
and I've had all of you I can take!"

"Paul, please..." she wept helplessly as he turned and ran off into the 
darkness.


CHAPTER EIGHT

The next two days were pure hell for Lynn. It was about to get worse. 
Convinced she had lost her son forever, Lynn was in a near state of 
depression. She agonized over a course of action, wanting to see Paul, 
yet afraid any action she took would simply drive him further away. 
Gary, noticing her look of sadness and hopelessness asked on three 
occasions what was wrong. Lynn tried to hide her feelings, but with 
each successive query it became more difficult to keep her feelings in 
check.

Finally, after Gary insisted, Lynn, eaten with guilt and convinced her 
life was ruined anyway, told Gary everything with the exception of her 
tryst with Paul. She started by trying to explain her long time 
unfulfilled needs and the urges they caused. She then described her 
chance meeting with Peter at the planetarium and how she had allowed 
herself to be seduced. She admitted her adultery and sexual liaisons 
with Peter and the other indiscretions, male and female which she had 
been engaging in for the last several weeks and begged his forgiveness. 
Whatever she was expecting, the reaction she got was quite similar to 
Paul's. Gary was enraged as well as hurt. He called her every 
derogatory name he knew and finally ended the tirade by telling her she 
had twenty-four hours to pack her things and move out. With that he 
informed her he would be staying at a hotel until she was gone and 
stormed out the front door.

With her sorrows now doubled, Lynn's heart was broken, her world torn 
apart. Feeling she had little to live for, she considered suicide. She 
thought of driving her car into the ocean off a nearby scenic overlook. 
All that kept her from such a course of action was finding Denise's 
cell phone number in her purse as she looked for her car keys. 

Desperately she punched in the numbers.

"Hello."

"Denise, it's Lynn."

"What's wrong?" asked Peter's wife, having read Lynn's emotional state 
from just those three words.

Lynn explained through the sobs.

"I'll be right over. Give me the address."

Denise was there in less than fifteen minutes. Lynn fell into her arms 
and, once again, Denise was the strength Lynn needed to survive. Lynn 
related the meeting with Paul and the revelations she had made tonight 
to Gary. She also described their reactions.

"They're both shocked and hurt, Lynn. You could hardly expect them to 
react any differently. However, give them some space, some time to 
think and they may very well find it in their hearts to forgive you."

"You really think so?" sobbed Lynn.

"Up until the last few weeks you have been a loving wife and mother. 
Actually you still are. Given the time to realize that we all make 
mistakes, even big mistakes, they will also realize how much they have 
to lose. My bet is they will forgive you."

"I...I still don't know if Gary is the man I want to spend my life 
with, but I just couldn't go on lying to him, cheating on him."

"Which is another reason they will forgive you. You are an honest and 
loving person at heart, Lynn. You abhor hurting anyone. It is one of 
your endearing strengths," opined Denise as she sat next to the Black 
housewife and held her closely. They again talked into the early hours, 
Lynn's tears often falling onto Denise's shoulder. Finally, Lynn fell 
into an exhausted sleep, Denise laying her down on the couch, dimming 
the lights and then lying next to her, holding her all night, kissing 
her lightly on the cheek and whispering to her, when Lynn began sobbing 
in her sleep, that everything would be all right.


CHAPTER NINE

Lynn awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee. Denise had explored 
the kitchen and fixed bacon and eggs. 

"Feeling better?" asked Denise as they ate breakfast at the kitchen 
table.

"Yes...I guess. At least I don't feel like driving my car into the 
ocean any more."

The lovely blonde smiled.

"Would you like me to help you pack?"

"No thanks. I'm just going to get some of my clothes together. I..." 
Lynn looked over at Denise realizing for the first time she had no 
where to go. 

"I booked a room for you at the Ramada. My treat."

"Oh Denise , you've done so much already, I couldn't..."

"Hey, we girls have got to look out for each other. Besides, it's not a 
problem, I'm rich, remember?"

They both laughed and, at last, Lynn felt as if she might be able to 
put her life back together after all. They finished breakfast and 
shared the dishes, Lynn washing while Denise dried. 

"Now call me to let me know how you are, OK?" said the blue eyed beauty 
as she picked up her purse and headed for the door.

"I will...Denise?"

The blonde turned back to Lynn.

"You're the most wonderful friend I've ever had."

Tears glistened in Denise's eyes but she simply smiled, quickly turned 
and walked out the door, not wishing to reveal whose heart was aching 
now.

Lynn busied herself packing clothes and some toiletries. With overnight 
bag in hand, she turned to look at the living room a final time before 
leaving. Would she ever see it again she wondered. She considered the 
many years she and Gary has shared here, almost their entire married 
life. Paul had been born while they lived here and had never known 
another home. Was it all lost? With a sigh she turned to leave.

He stood in the open front doorway. Her surprise was complete but 
ecstatic.

"Paul!"

He closed the door and walked into the room, standing only a couple of 
feet from her.

"I've come to apologize," he said.

"No, Paul. I'm the one who needs to apologize."

"You tried doing that a couple of nights ago. I talked with Dad last 
night. I know you told him about everything...except us."

"I just couldn't. It would not only affect the way he feels about me, 
it might also affect how he feels about you as well."

"I know. He's still upset and said a lot of the same things about you 
to me that I said to you. I began to realize we were looking at this 
from only our own point of view."

"I wasn't trying to make excu..."

"I know," he said, "but when something goes wrong in a marriage there 
is usually enough blame to go around. I told Dad that. I don't know 
whether he's ready to accept it or not, but I am."

"What do you mean, Paul?"

"Just that your making love to me was the most wonderful thing that's 
ever happened to me."

"Paul..."

"No, let me finish. I've had time to think this through and I want you 
to know. I've always loved you as a mother, but that night on the boat, 
there was something more, even more than the sex. It's why I just had 
to see that mysterious woman again, why I waited in the parking lot. 
And then when we stood there in the parking lot and I touched you and 
felt you respond..."

"Paul, please..."

"It was wonderful, Mom. You are the most desirable woman I have ever 
known. I realized last night that I don't want to give you up."

"Honey, I'll always..."

"No you don't understand. I don't want to give you up as a lover."

Lynn's mouth dropped open.

"Paul, what are you saying?"

"That I want you and that you want me."

"Paul, that's ridicu..."

His quick movement caught her completely off guard. His arms were 
around her, his mouth pressed to hers.

"Paul!!!!!!" she sputtered.

"Don't fight it Mom. It happened before, it can happen again. You love 
me Mom and I love you!"

"Yes but..."

Her response was smothered by another kiss, this one more powerful, his 
tongue wanting entry into her mouth. She resisted.

"Paul, we can't..."

"Yes we can!" he said, one hand on her hip pulling her closer while the 
other sought her breast.

"Face it Mom. Dad's not enough man for you. I am! I heard the way you 
screamed when you came."

"But..."

"You wanted it and you wanted it from me , the same way I want it from 
you now."

"But..."

Again his lips found hers as his hand ripped her blouse open.

"Paul, no you musn'..."

He pulled her hands behind her and held both wrists with one hand while 
his other hand lifted her skirt.

"We can't do this Paul. Please don't..."

His mouth was again all over hers. Lynn was fighting but her body was 
again beginning to betray her. His hand felt her panties.

"You're wet Mom, wet for me !"

"Paul, we shouldn't..." but this time her mouth opened to accept his 
tongue. She sucked the sweetness from his mouth and he reciprocated as 
his fingers invaded her panties and found her soaking nest. 

"My God Paul, do you realize what you're do...?"

He felt her hands go lax and released them, his free hand again cupping 
and squeezing her breast. She slipped out of her shoes as he backed her 
against the wall. He took her bra in both hands ripping it from her and 
discarding it with the remains of her blouse. He began quickly 
undressing as Lynn in disbelief wiggled out of her skirt. Paul now 
stood nude before her. Lynn took his penis in her hands, shivering with 
expectation, her mind a blur of sensual images, her body raging with 
need.

"Paul, I just don't know."

"Tell me you don't want me as much as I want you and I'll leave."

They kissed again their tongues tasting each other hungrily.

"Oh Paullllll..." she cried as he picked her up in his strong arms and 
carried her to the bedroom. His kisses smothered her body, her gasps of 
erotic anticipation overflowing.

"My panties Paul. Get them off. Hurry!" she cried.

"Now spread them for me Mom!" he commanded gazing at her naked body, 
his erection raging.

"Yes Paul. Take me! TAKE ME!" she screamed as his massive phallus 
filled her quivering vagina.

*******************************************

They lay in bed exhausted, their naked bodies still entwined. Her son 
had brought Lynn to orgasm eight times while climaxing in her nest 
three times and depositing his hot seed in her mouth and anus twice.

"Marry me." he said quietly.

"What? Paul, do you know what you're saying?"


"Yes I know exactly what I'm saying. I'm saying you love me and I love 
you. I'm saying I can give you what you want and you can certainly give 
me what I want."

"But we can't...We're mother and son."

"We can move to a city far away. We can change our names. No one will 
ever know."

"We'll know."

"And what will we know. That we love each other and crave each other's 
body. Mom, I can give you that baby I know you've wanted for years but 
which Dad would never consent to. Go off the pill and I'll give you a 
baby whenever you want."

Lynn was astounded to hear her son talk as if it were as easy as two 
teenagers eloping.

"Look," he said, "neither of us wants to hurt Dad, so you'll have to 
let him down easy. I know divorce isn't easy but we can..."

"Paul..." she intended to stop this crazy conjecturing, but something 
in her did not want to interrupt, wanted to hear him talk about a life 
for the two of them.

"Look I'll legally change my name. We move to another state, get 
married and you can have my child."

"Oh Paul..." her heart was bursting.

"I want you to have my baby, Mom. Our baby is going to be so beautiful. 
I can't wait until the day you tell me you're pregnant. I want to watch 
your belly swell and I want to rub your back and lay my head on your 
tummy and feel it kick."

Why hadn't Gary ever felt that way, she thought? Paul had been an 
accident. Of course Gary had accepted the pregnancy and grown to love 
his son, but never had he shown the enthusiasm which Paul was showing 
now. Images of a life with Paul flashed through her mind. What would it 
be like to be his wife? They had always seemed, even from childhood, to 
have similar likes and interests which Gary rarely shared. Her eyes 
glazed as she imagined she and Paul exchanging wedding vows, he 
carrying her to a honeymoon suite and ravishing her again and again.

"You'd never have to beg for it from me," he said, their eyes meeting. 
"Oh, I've overheard a few of yours and Dad's conversations. I know he 
doesn't give you what you want, what you need."

He was already hard again and Lynn felt the urge rising in her as well. 
He slipped inside her.

"Marry me Lynn."

It was the first time he had ever used her first name, yet somehow it 
felt and sounded natural.

"You make it so tempting Paul, but we both know this just can't..."

"Don't say no. Just say you'll think about it."

"But Paul..."

"Ah, Ah," he said, beginning to thrust deeper into her, arousing fully 
her primal need.

"Oh God, Paul! Yes, deeper!" 


"I love you Lynn!"

"And I love you Paul!"

"Then say you'll at least think about it."

"All right, I'll think about it," she promised, closing her eyes as his 
arms closed round her, "but , right now, this very moment is all I want 
to think about."                        
Their lips met, her mouth opened to his probing tongue and her vagina 
began to spasm with yet another orgasm.

***************************************** 

It was another two and a half hours before Paul finally began to get 
dressed. Lynn lay in bed naked and exhausted, amazed at the sexual 
stamina of this stallion son of hers. 

"Paul, I had no idea."

"I have needs too, Lynn. We could be so good together. We can give each 
other exactly what we want. So Marry me Lynn."

"Paul, I'm so much older..."

"I knew you'd say something like that. I don't care. You're more woman 
than any of those college girls I've been to bed with."

"Paul, I won't deny you arouse and satisfy me like no one else ever 
has, but have you thought about the fact that when you are at your 
sexual peak, I will be a senior citizen."

"I don't want to hear that..."

"But Paul, it's true. Nineteen years difference can be a lifetime."

"That doesn't matter to me and, if you just give us a chance, it won't 
matter to you either. I love you and you love me...that's all that 
matters!"

"Paul, I..."

"You promised me you would think about it."

"All right," she said, I will keep my promise."

"I do love you," he whispered bending over to kiss her gently on the 
lips.

"And I love you," replied Lynn, conflicted tears of joy and pain 
glistening in her eyes.


CHAPTER TEN

Lynn checked into the motel in mid afternoon. She had just finished 
showering when the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Lynn, it's Peter. I want to see you tonight."

Despite her morning tryst with Paul and the other conflicts within her 
at the moment, not the least of which was Denise and Peter's marriage, 
Lynn' s heart still beat wildly at the sound of his voice.

"Peter, how did you...?"

"I have asked Denise for a divorce. She has consented. I want to see 
you. I have something I want to ask you."

"Peter, I'm not sure that is such a good id..."

"The Empress Restaurant, this evening at seven."

"Peter, I..."

"Seven o'clock," he pronounced and hung up.

*********************************************

The restaurant was the most exclusive in town. Lynn had not taken all 
her clothes to the motel, but she did find a dress which was suitable 
enough for the occasion. As she slipped on the wine and mauve dress, 
she felt pangs of guilt at being so excited at seeing Peter again, 
despite his pronouncement that he and Denise were divorcing. The last 
person in the world she wished to hurt right now was the beautiful 
blonde who had not once but twice been there to support and console 
her. Yet, she reasoned, it must have been Denise who had told Peter 
where to find her so surely she wouldn't mind her seeing Peter. Her 
trepidation was overcome by the intrigue she felt when she was with 
this magnetic man. His sexual experience and imagination were boundless 
and she realized her panties were wet just thinking about him.

*****************************************

"I'm glad you came," he said as he motioned to the maitre d' and they 
were seated.

"I feel guilty just for being here," Lynn confessed as the waiter left 
with their order.

"You mean because of Denise? Yes, I am aware the two of you have grown 
quite close. Actually the decision to divorce is mutual."

"I just hope I haven't been a part of that."

"Only indirectly. Denise has known of my needs for sexual variety for 
some time. I, on the other hand have accommodated her physical 
uniqueness. The time has simply come when we have grown in different 
directions. Denise finds herself desiring a more settled existence."

"A home? Family?" asked Lynn.

"Exactly. While my tastes have become more... exotic."

"Which, I have a feeling, brings us to why you have asked me to 
dinner."

"Right you are. I have become restless, ready to move on. I am sailing 
to South America next week. I want you to come with me."

Even though Denise had told her this was a distinct possibility, Lynn 
was still taken aback by the proposition.

"You want me to leave my home, my husband to sail with you to South 
America?"

"Precisely."

"Just...leave?"

"Oh, if you're so concerned with formalities, I can arrange for your 
divorce from your husband. It will probably be finalized, as will mine, 
by the time we get to Rio." 

"You think it's just that simple...?"

"That's exactly what I think. Your husband can't give you what you want 
Lynn. I can! So, yes, it is just that simple. Come with me and I'll 
show you the world. To put it bluntly, I am rich Lynn. I can give you 
anything you want. Cars, clothes, your own villa in Spain."

Lynn was speechless. The waiter brought their food, but she found 
herself just picking at the delicious selection, her stomach full of 
butterflies.

"But...why me? I'm just a housewife. There are lots of women more 
beautiful who..."

"Don't underestimate your own loveliness, Lynn, but, of course, 
beautiful women abound throughout the world, as do handsome and virile 
men and together we shall discover and explore their talents."

"You want me to..."

"I want you to unleash the natural and powerful urges within you, just 
as you have been doing for these last few weeks. Your life can become 
one sexual adventure after another. You will never go to bed alone and 
you will never go to sleep unsatisfied. I have many friends to whom I 
can introduce you, friends with tastes and talents you have never even 
dreamed of."

"You make it sound so...appealing."

"Why shouldn't it appeal to you? A life of riches, travel, luxury and 
sexual adventure. It can all be yours Lynn. Just say yes."

"I... I just don't know. It does sound wonderful and exciting, but this 
is all so sudden."

"Of course you will want to give it some thought. Just don't wait too 
long. "The Tempest" sails next Tuesday. In the meantime," he said, "I 
have arranged a little adventure for you this evening. Just to give you 
a taste of what's in store if you decide to accept my offer."

"On the boat?"

"No, at the home of a friend."

"One of those friends you were talking about?" she asked.

"Exactly," he replied smiling and motioning to the waiter for their 
check.

******************************************

The mansion was huge and located in one of the most exclusive areas of 
the city. Even if one ignored the house and grounds, the BMWs and 
Mercedes parked along the long driveway gave credence to the 
supposition that this was a gathering of very wealthy people. 

As they entered and were led into the ballroom, Lynn expressed 
reservations about the appropriateness of her dress. The women here 
were adorned with full length evening gowns, elegant and opulent, while 
the men wore tuxedos. While the dress she wore was pretty, its hemline 
was short and the material no match for the silks and satins in such 
abundance here. But Peter assured her she was fine and , in fact, led 
her to the center of the room. Lynn was startled, as the guests parted 
to make way for them, to discover two heavy ropes dangling from the 
ceiling while within a foot or two was a swing, large enough for only a 
single person and also suspended from the ceiling. Lynn observed that 
as she and Peter approached the center of the room, the conversations 
which had filled the room when they entered, died away.

"My good friends," said Peter in a voice loud enough to be heard by the 
hundred plus people now listening attentively, "this is Lynn. As you 
can see she is quite beautiful of face with a body eager to be 
pleased!"

Lynn's mouth dropped open in astonishment.

"Her fantasy is to be raped...by Whites!"

There were smiles and some laughter as Peter turned to Lynn.

"If you haven't already noticed, everyone here is White!"

"Peter, no!" she cried as two muscular young men stepped quickly 
forward and, each taking an arm, bound that arm to one of the large 
ropes via a velvet lined leather strap. Her arms were now splayed 
outward as the ropes were tightened. All eyes were on the bound woman 
standing before them.

"Peter, please don't."

"Why not Lynn?"

" For God's sake, I...I don't even know these people!"

"You didn't know those six men on the boat either," he replied.

"But...there must be at least a hundred people here."

"So, you're telling us you've never before given and received pleasure 
from a hundred people in a single evening?"

"You know I haven't."

"Then here is one of those erotic adventures I promised you."

"Peter!" she cried as he started to walk away.

"Now you aren't going to make us tie your legs to the floor and gag you 
are you Lynn?"

There was fear to match the excitement building in her, but the 
beautiful Black housewife turned unwitting provocateur, realizing her 
helplessness, shook her head negatively.

One of the men who had tied her, the blonde with the huge biceps, 
stripped her naked as the others watched in amusement. Lynn twisted in 
embarrassment as all eyes were on her breasts and nest.

"Relax Lynn...and enjoy yourself!" Peter admonished as the same man who 
had stripped her, undressed, faced her and, grabbing her buttocks and 
pulling to match his own forward thrust, entered her roughly. Lynn 
gasped as his powerful strokes filled her. She was horrified/fascinated 
to know that a hundred pairs of eyes were watching her defilement. but 
with each stroke her body began to respond, juices began to flow, her 
heart raced and her primal urges quickly took control. Within a few 
moments, Lynn's gasps were not of fright but of desire and she 
mindlessly felt her legs jump to surround his waist and give him better 
access to her treasure. Immediately another man approached from behind 
and Lynn felt the sharp pain of anal penetration and her feet again 
found the floor. She was now sandwiched between them, taking 
simultaneous thrusts in both vagina and anus. The man, filling her 
rear, reached around to cup and begin squeezing her breasts painfully, 
but to Lynn it was like oil on a fire. Her body began humping 
uncontrollably as it sought full satisfaction from the lances buried 
deep within her and she began grunting as perspiration rolled from her 
body. 

"Yes! Yes! Fuck your Black bitch!" she cried as the orgasm swept over 
her. Getting her wish, the two men continued to pound her relentlessly 
as she experienced a second climax.

As her anus received its first load of semen and was quickly filled 
again with another throbbing penis, the swing was lowered and an 
attractive brunette quickly shed her gown and was lifted in the swing 
until Lynn was staring into her glistening nest. The woman's legs went 
around Lynn's neck and Lynn opened her mouth to receive the labial 
gift. Lynn's tongue went quickly into the woman's vagina and found her 
small mound of pleasure. The woman's hands also went behind Lynn's head 
pulling her into her nest even further. 

Lynn's body was now beyond any rational control. She experienced a 
third orgasm and when the two men and the brunette reached climax 
together, Lynn's body found its ultimate release again also. 

As these three were replaced by others, the crowd went back to 
chatting, drinking and laughing just as if there was not a naked Black 
women being raped repeatedly (however willingly) in the center of the 
room, where they feasted on hors d'oeuvres and fine liquor and 
discussed the latest market fluctuation, a current art exhibit or how 
hard it is to find decent domestic help these days.

Lynn's screams of agony as her anus received an especially oversized 
gift or her racial cries of sexual release would bring only a momentary 
pause in conversations, perhaps a quick smile and then the 
conversations would resume as if nothing had happened.

During the course of the evening, several of the women abused her 
vagina and anus with strap-on dildos and several men also used the 
swing to receive oral satisfaction from the attractive Black. Lynn 
swallowed their semen, any of which, inadvertently escaped her mouth, 
was fastidiously wiped away by servants who also would visit her every 
thirty minutes or so to douche her anus and vagina to keep them fresh 
for Lynn's next "guests". 

By Eleven o'clock Lynn was exhausted. By two a.m. her body hung limply 
from the ropes, her mouth, anus and vagina now receptacles rather than 
enthusiastic instruments of pleasure and by four a.m. when the last man 
orgasmed in her rectum and withdrew, Lynn was unconscious, her body and 
mind simply having shut down from overstimulation and physical 
exhaustion.

During her seven hour ordeal, Lynn Downing's nest and rear were 
penetrated by one hundred seventeen penises, twenty seven dildos, and 
she had swallowed the climaxes of over seventy-two men and women.

Peter had left early with an attractive auburn haired woman, having 
made arrangements for Lynn to be taken to her motel after the party 
ended, but it was an attractive blonde, the only person at the party, 
other than the servants, who had not violated Lynn that evening who 
agreed to take her home. The servants helped her get the unconscious 
woman into her car, then she drove to the motel. Lynn was only 
beginning to regain consciousness when they arrived, the blonde half 
carrying the exhausted woman to her room, undressing her and putting 
her to bed. Starting to leave, she bent over and kissed Lynn gently on 
the cheek. The beautiful Black, still in only a half conscious state, 
whispered urgently, "Please stay with me. I'm so cold"

So the beautiful blonde slipped out of her own clothes, snuggled her 
body against Lynn's for warmth and held the woman in her arms. Lynn's 
body would often shake and shiver and she would cry out in her sleep, 
but the woman's arms were there to hold her, her lips to kiss her and 
her voice to reassure her and so Lynn Downing again spent the night in 
the arms of Denise Dannon.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

When Lynn finally awoke, the small table clock next to her bed read two 
p.m.

"Welcome back to earth, sleepy head," laughed Denise who had already 
been out to get coffee and croissants. 

Lynn sat up in the bed, gratefully accepting the food and coffee.

"How long..."

"I brought you home a little after four."

"You were there?"

"Yes," was Denise's quiet answer.

"Oh God Denise, I'm so ashamed!"

"Of what? That you're a highly sexually charged woman?"

"That I let all those people..."

"What? Satisfy you?"

"But it went beyond that. We both know that."

"Perhaps, but you did get what you wanted, right?"

"Did I ever," smiled Lynn, her body sore and aching in every joint, 
especially in the three overworked orifices from the night before, "and 
then some."

She looked up at the blonde and smiled.

"This is getting to be a habit, but...thank you!"

"My pleasure. It's not every night I get to sleep next to a beautiful 
naked woman."

They both laughed, but LYnn dropped her eyes.

"Why Lynn Downing I do believe you're embarrassed," smiled Denise.

"After last night I didn't think I would ever be embarrassed again." 
Lynn mused a moment. "Maybe it's because you're someone I know, someone 
I trust, someone I care about."

Denise's eyes misted

"Lynn I..."

Whatever Denise was about to say was lost to the ringing of the phone. 
The lovely blonde picked up the receiver.

"Hello. Yes...yes...yes, just a moment. It's for you...your husband," 
she said handing the phone to Lynn.

"Hello Gary..."

Denise gathered up her purse, leaned over and kissed Lynn on the cheek 
and headed for the door.

"Just a moment Gary...," said Lynn, covering the mouth piece and 
looking into the intense blue eyes of the woman who was about to leave. 
"Denise I..."

"You need some privacy right now. Call me if you need me."

"That seems to be pretty often."

"I enjoyed last night almost as much as you did. Any time you want 
someone to hold you close, I'm your gal."

"Thanks Denise, I don't know how to..."

"No need," smiled the blonde bravely, holding back the tears, "next 
time the coffee's on you."

With that, she turned and left to avoid letting Lynn see her heartache. 
Lynn's heart was filled with love and gratitude for this wonderful 
woman with whom she had grown so close. She sat staring at the closed 
door for several seconds, finally becoming aware of the phone still in 
her hand.

"Gary, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

"Lynn, I want to see you. Paul, rather reluctantly gave me your number. 
I guess he thinks I ..."

"It's OK Gary," she encouraged.

"I've been thinking and I realized I really gave you hell the other 
day. I don't care what you've done, I want us back together."

Her heart leaped into her throat.

"Oh Gary..."

"Please let me take you to dinner tonight."

"Yes, I'd love to"

"Wonderful. Shall I pick you up about seven?"

"Seven will be fine."

"See you then," he said and hung up.

Lynn's feelings were again conflicted, thrilled that her husband, the 
man with whom she had spent her entire adult life, loved her enough to 
want her back despite her adultery and, unknown to him, incest , yet 
also painfully aware of the fantasies, erotic urges which, at times, 
built unbearably and uncontrollably, able to be satiated only by the 
most passionate and sensual release.

Security and love versus passion. She had no idea which meant more to 
her at this point in her life, but she was determined to find out. She 
arose to bathe and pick out a pretty dress to wear for Gary.

****************************************

"You look beautiful," he said, as she took a bite of steak.

The restaurant was not as ritzy as that to which Peter had taken her, 
but it was nice and the booths private.

"Thank you," she said, feeling a bit awkward with her husband for the 
first time in her life. "Gary, I'm so sorr..."

"No," he interrupted, "you made your apologies the other evening. I 
refused to accept them."

"You were angry. You had a perfect right to be."

"I'm not angry any more. Hurt maybe, but I've been thinking and I've 
come to realize that you tried to tell me. There were lots of times you 
said you needed more from me, more foreplay, more variety, more...sex!"

Lynn's eyes averted his.

"No, it's OK, I realize now that you were trying to tell me you needed 
more and I just, somehow, didn't listen. Well I want you to know I'm 
listening now. Let's go home and I'll prove it to you!"

"Gary, it's so soon. Do you think we really should?"

"I want to prove to you that I can give you what you want, what you 
need."

"Oh Gary," she said as they reached across the table and their hands 
met, "Of course I'll go with you!"

****************************************

Lynn was pleasantly surprised to find candle light and soft music 
playing as they entered the front door. He kissed her lovingly and went 
to pour some wine as she sat on the sofa which now seemed different, 
almost alien to her, part of a world left behind, a world to which she 
was not sure she could return.

He returned and they sipped the wine as he, rather obviously, steered 
the conversation to old times and the happy moments in their married 
life. Although well aware of his ploy, Lynn, nevertheless, shared with 
him the happiness and contentment of those times. Only when Paul's 
birth was mentioned did her mind suddenly spring back to the present 
and the untenable situation she shared with her son and the 
complications thereof which would impact them all.

But as the evening wore on, she became aware just how hard Gary was 
trying to be romantic. She loved him for it the more because romance 
was simply not his fort. They kissed and his tongue found its way into 
her mouth, a welcome change. His hands found her breasts and although 
he was still rather clumsy in handling her bra, she found herself 
becoming excited at the prospects of being seduced by him. Her hands 
began exploring his body as well and it was not long before they found 
themselves in bed, naked.

As she held his penis, Lynn knew something was different. He was harder 
than she remembered and she felt it throbbing visibly, something she 
had never noticed before.

As he reached over to turn off the light, she gently held his arm.

"Could we leave the light on?" she asked.

"Of course," he smiled.

"I guess I have a lot to learn," he admitted as he tried kissing her 
labial lips. The sensation for Lynn was rather more pleasant than 
erotic but by now her primal urges had ignited and she didn't care.

"Fuck me Gary," she cried as he entered her.

He was shocked to hear such language which she had never uttered 
before, but he began thrusting, determined to give her all she wanted.

"That's it, fuck me Gary! Fuck my pussy!" she cried as she tried to 
instill in him the powerful urges she herself was now experiencing.

Still not at all sure what to make of his wife's exhortations, the 
Black husband continued to pump as powerfully as he could.

Lynn wanted to concentrate on only the pleasure she was feeling and the 
intensity of the orgasm she wanted him to bring to her, but deep in the 
hidden recesses of her mind lay the fearful expectation that he would 
reach climax long before she had a chance to find her own ecstasy. 

She was afraid those expectations would be realized when his body 
jerked and she felt the warm semen flood her vagina. Yet this time, he 
stayed atop her, his penis going only semi erect before again jumping 
to a full and throbbing rigidity.

She looked at him quizzically as he continued to forcefully drive his 
phallus into her. 

"Viagra," he grinned.

Lynn's worry was dissipated as she complemented his thrusts with those 
of her own and soon felt the wave build and then sweep over her. It was 
the first orgasm she had experienced with Gary since soon after they 
were married. Still he pumped her and she responded with another climax 
and then another. They paused only long enough to catch their breaths 
and then he was back in her and this time their orgasms were 
simultaneous. His hands were rough on her breasts but she didn't care. 
Her husband was fucking her as he'd never fucked her before and she was 
ecstatic. Another orgasm and another. She sucked him back to full 
erection in only moments and he mounted her again. She felt him 
straining, nearing release again. 

"Come in my ass Gary. Please, ream you Black wife's ass!" she said 
quickly going to all fours, her head on the bed and rear stuck high in 
the air. 

If there was any hesitation on the part of a husband who had never 
experienced anal sex before, it was infinitesimal, as Lynn got more 
than she bargained for. Mindlessly nearing orgasm and with no 
experience to warn him to go slowly and carefully, Gary entered Lynn's 
anus in a single powerful thrust which brought forth an agonized scream 
from his wife whose body had already been badly abused only hours 
before. But instead of withdrawing, the scream only intensified his 
thrusting and by the third stroke he was completely buried in her. 

"Yes! Fuck my ass!" she screamed, "Hurt me for what I did to you! I 
deserve it! Make this Black bitch PAY!"

He orgasmed into her, then began thrusting again and rode Lynn's anus 
through two more climaxes. Lynn herself climaxed again simply from the 
anal stimulation. As he approached his fourth orgasm in her rear, Lynn 
felt control of her bowels slipping away. 

"Oh God, Gary. I've got to go. I've got to go BAD!" she implored to his 
deaf ears as he continued to reach even deeper.

"Gary, please!" she begged, and still the assault continued.

"GARY! she screamed as she felt his warm seed again fill her rectum.

He withdrew only moments before her bowels and bladder voided 
themselves.

"Embarrassed and ashamed Lynn hid her face in the pillow."

"God that was great, Lynn!" he said as she stripped the bed of soiled 
linens and quickly went to the bathroom to clean herself.

As she emerged from the bathroom, he grabbed and threw her onto the bed 
rolling her over on all fours once again and burying his throbbing, 
Viagra induced erection in her behind.

"It's even tighter than...than..."

"My pussy?" she finished it for him. "Then take it wherever you want it 
Gary! My pussy and my ass are yours!"

The orgy lasted another three hours, both of them falling asleep from 
pure exhaustion. 

Lynn awoke as the first rays of sunlight were filtering into the room, 
their naked bodies still entangled. She was warmed by the thoughts that 
Gary would go to such lengths to save their marriage. He was still 
clumsy and completely inexperienced, but she knew, now that he was 
willing, she could teach him.

She felt him stir. Their eyes met and both smiled.

"You were fantastic," she said.

"I never knew this part of you before," he said. 

"Can you live with me this way?" she asked

"I can't use Viagra every night Lynn."

"I know, but..."

"But I will try to be more attentive and loving."

"Gary, you've always been loving. I need you to excite me, ravish me as 
you did last night."

"I promise you I'll try. You're obviously much more experienced than 
me..."

Her eyes cast downward in shame.

"...but I'll do everything I know to please you. Please stay here with 
me. Let's be a family again, you, me and Paul."

The name was like a knife through her gut. What could she do?

"Gary, I just need a day or two to think things through."

"You mean last night wasn...?"

"No, last night was wonderful. But I have so many thoughts and feelings 
running through me right now I have to have some space, some time."

He was obviously disappointed that she hadn't agreed right then to 
return to him, but he had little choice and knew it, so after fixing 
breakfast for the two of them and again rejecting his renewed 
persuading and cajoling, Lynn kissed him, promised an answer very soon 
and caught a cab back to the motel.


CHAPTER TWELVE

The more Lynn sat on her motel bed and pondered her situation, the 
further away a resolution seemed. She had thought on the ride from her 
encounter with Gary that a decision would come quickly, but each time 
she considered the three men who wanted her, and seemingly made her 
choice, doubts would creep in and the other two would begin to look 
more attractive to her.

She, at first, had thought Gary would be the obvious choice. After all, 
he was her husband and the man she had loved since childhood. They had 
made a life together, had a child together and Gary had assured her he 
forgave her and wanted to make her happy. Lynn had no doubts as to his 
sincerity. He had even satisfied her sexually. Although not the lover 
that either Peter or Paul was, he had shown a willingness, born of 
love, to try to please her. However, as he had pointed out, Viagra was 
not an every night option and despite his willingness to learn, Lynn 
had to admit he would never be the romantic or erotic lover she craved. 
Of his love and the security of home and husband he afforded her, she 
was certain. Was that enough?

The opposite extreme was Peter. Suave and sophisticated, romantic as 
well as erotic, he was everything she could want in a lover. His 
promises of travel and riches were enticing, but it was the promise of 
sexual adventure which made her shiver to think about. The trysts, 
first with him and then with another woman, then the six men followed 
by the orgy at which she was the guest of honor made her realize that 
neither of the others had the imagination nor the resources to provide 
her that kind of excitement. Marriage was, of course, out of the 
question. Peter had all but told her he was interested only in her body 
and the sexual entertainment she could provide. How long would the 
roller coaster ride last? Would she find herself, like Denise, cast 
aside when she no longer amused him? Would the riches he would bestow 
on her when that time came, even though not his wife, keep her in a 
comfortable life style? 

And then there was Paul. Were the feelings he expressed genuine or mere 
infatuation which would fade, especially as she grew older so much 
quicker than he? Although not the sophisticated lover as was Peter, 
Paul nevertheless had amazing natural stamina and that youthful 
enthusiasm as well as a willingness to learn which could provide her 
all the sexual fulfillment she could ever want. He had loved her these 
many years as a son. Could he now live with her as a lover...even a 
husband? The thought of being married to him, again made her heart 
race. Was it crazy to even consider an incestuous marriage to her son? 
Could they make it work? Could she now learn to love him as a husband, 
as the man who would penetrate her body each night and impregnate her? 
Was she too old? She wanted another child desperately. Perhaps she 
could talk Gary into it, but it had been Paul who had volunteered the 
idea. He wanted her to have his child. Was she willing to desert every 
tenet of what she had been taught about right or wrong to have that 
child with her own son?

The three arguments and variations thereof kept repeating themselves in 
her mind, taking her further from a decision as time went on. In 
desperation, she called Denise, who hurried over. Lynn laid out the 
arguments for and against each, asking Denise for advice.

"What do you want most from a relationship?" asked the blonde.

"I want to love and be loved. I want a home and marriage. I want to be 
dominated, to be taken and ravished. I want every night to be a new 
sexual adventure. "

"And..." asked Denise.

"And I want a baby."

"There are no perfect choices Lynn. You will simply have to decide who 
can best fulfill those desires. But, if you are honest with yourself, 
you know that deep within, there is one, either love or sex which is 
more important and one you are willing to sacrifice for the other. 
Choose wisely Lynn."

Again there was mist in the eyes of the blonde as she quietly left Lynn 
to her thoughts.

Being no closer to a decision, Lynn took the car and drove along the 
coast, finally stopping, taking off her shoes and walking among the 
dunes as the sun disappeared. She sat watching and listening to the 
waves break on the rocks and beach and the cries of the gulls. As the 
hours crept by, Lynn couldn't seem to focus, her mind befouled by first 
one contradiction then another. At last, she lay back and let the chill 
night air blow across her body, her mind beginning to pause and 
consider what Denise had said. A far off squall filled the horizon with 
lightening and as suddenly as those distant flashes, the combination of 
elements which had thus far escaped her suddenly came together. She 
realized what had been missing, what had eluded her all this time, what 
she had consistently failed to consider and suddenly the answer was 
obvious. Her dilemma solved, she knew now who she wanted.

Lynn phoned as soon as she got back to the motel.

"Could we have dinner together tomorrow?" she asked.

"Of course. How about the "Silver Dragon"? Eight o'clock? Suppose I 
pick you up."

"I'll be ready," she replied, her heart racing.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Lynn simply could not contain herself any longer. As soon as they were 
seated at the table, she looked into the eyes of her chosen.

"I made up my mind last night. I want to spend my life with you. I've 
already told the others."

"I'm thrilled... but surprised. Are you sure?"

"Yes, last night my best friend gave me some very good advice. When I 
finally took that advice the answer was obvious."

"What advice was that?"

"To think through what was important to me, what I really needed and 
wanted."

"And what do you want from me Lynn?"

"I want to love you and be loved by you."

"That you have already."

"I want us to go away together somewhere far away where we can make a 
new life together."

"Yes, we can do that."

"I want you to be strong for me. I want you to take me, even savagely 
and ruthlessly sometimes. I want you to rape me, to defile me, to make 
me beg. I want each night to be an erotic adventure. I want you to make 
me submit to whatever erotic pain and pleasure you can imagine and I 
want you to make me come again and again until I'm too exhausted to 
come again"

"I can be all those things for you Lynn."

"I'm sure you can, but there's more."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I want to have your baby."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, very sure."

"Then yes, I will give you the baby we both would like to have."

Lynn 's heart skipped a beat as this was the last hurdle and she wanted 
to make sure this was absolutely what they both wanted.

"And what do you want from me?" Lynn asked.

"I want a woman to come home to each night who will meet me at the door 
with open arms. I want your unconditional love and devotion. You will 
be my woman to do with as I please. I will share you, if I have to, to 
bring you the eroticism you need, but I demand absolute honesty. I will 
allow you to go to the bed of others, but not behind my back."

"Agreed," said Lynn.

"And one other thing."

"What's that?" asked the Black woman.

"Take off your panties and give them to me."

"Here? In the restaurant?"

"Yes, here, now!"

Lynn tried to be discreet as she slid the panties down and off. She was 
at least thankful they were sitting in a corner with a little privacy. 
She started to hand the panties under the table.

"No, here!" came he command as the hand went across the top of the 
table awaiting the prize to be delivered.

Lynn held the blue thong above the table as she knew her companion 
wanted. Two or three other customer's eyes gave her their fascinated 
attention as she delivered them into the waiting hand.

"Now the bra."

Lynn unsnapped the bra easily but had to work for several seconds to 
finally maneuver and pull the bra from beneath the blouse and deliver 
it into the waiting hand. Several customers were now watching and Lynn 
burned with embarrassment.

"Are you wet?"

"Yes," was Lynn's subservient but excited reply.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes! God, yes!" she whispered urgently.

A twenty dollar bill quickly appeared on the table.

"We've had a change of plans," the waiter was told as he approached to 
take their order. Lynn's chair was held for her as she arose and a 
strong arm went around her waist as the two left the restaurant.

***************************************

As they lay naked together, her nipples turning to stone as first one 
and then the other was sucked and licked, Lynn ran her hand through her 
lover's hair. Her orgasms had been the strongest she had experienced 
yet and her body was screaming for more.

"You know, my friend was wrong about one thing," she said

"Oh, and what was that?"

"She said I would have to sacrifice either love or sex. I've got the 
best of both."

"Marry me Lynn."

"Yes, I'll marry you Denise," she said as she spread her legs and her 
vagina was filled with cock.