The Blackmailed Wife
                             By Peter Jensen
                                Chapter 2


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Ann listened dejectedly to the ringing on the other end of the line. It had
been ringing for about ten minutes this time. It was the fifth time that she
had tried to call since arriving home four or five hours ago. It was nearly
dark outside, and still Julia wasn't answering. The longer that she waited,
the more worried she became.

She went to the kitchen cabinet and reluctantly got down a three-quarter full
bottle of Scotch. She had promised herself this morning that there would be no
more of this, but she was so nervous now from the waiting, that she just had
to have something to soothe her frayed nerves. She poured half a glass, put
the bottle back up on the shelf, and returned to the living room.

Though it was now dark outside, she didn't bother to turn on the light. The
streetlight in front of the house gave her enough light to move around in,
without falling over the furniture. Somehow, she just didn't feel like facing
the brightness just this moment. She just had to come to an understanding with
Julia on the phone, before she wanted to see anything again. She picked up the
phone by the couch and dialed again, she had done this so often, that she could
do it in the dark without a mistake. She let it ring for what seemed almost
like an eternity, but still no answer.

Damn it, she muttered under her breath, as she took a long drink from the
straight Scotch in her glass, and felt the soothing warm liquid, as it went
down to her stomach. She had eaten nothing all day, and the impact was
immediate.

The warmth crept through her body, causing a slight tingling sensation to
ripple across her skin. She raised the glass again, and finished it. It felt
good, she could see the smoke from her cigarette, in the dim light, curling
slowly up to the ceiling. It was funny to watch, and almost seemed to have a
purpose, like it knew where it was going. Up, then it seemed to waver and
diffuse into funny little wisps in all directions, finally disappearing into
nothingness. She giggled from the alcohol. I might just disappear into
nothingness, she thought.

She returned to the kitchen and filled her glass again. After reaching up to
put the bottle back, she changed her mind, and carried it with her back to the
living room, placing it on the coffee table in front of her.

She started to call Julia again, but decided against it for awhile. It had
only been a few minutes since the last attempt. She drained another glass of
Scotch instead, and then leaned back on the couch, lighting another cigarette.
The alcohol had a soothing effect on her.

It was rather warm, so she opened her housecoat to expose her body to the
slight breeze that came in through the open window. She could see its contours
stretching down in front of her. It was beautiful, she had to admit. The
rounded peaks of her firm breasts stood up defiantly, and she could look
through the canyon between them, down to the soft golden triangle that proved
that she was really a natural blonde. She was proud of that, and yet, she
mused, it was the reason for all of her troubles now. If she had just been a
plain-Jane, none of the sordid things that had been forced upon her in the last
few months would have ever occurred. On the other hand, she probably would have
never gotten Dave either, if she hadn't been beautiful, she thought, as she
took yet another drink of the stinging liquor

She wondered if there couldn't be a middle-ground somewhere, something in
between, where real happiness must lie.

So many of her not quite plain girl friends from school were already settled
down and happily married with children. They would never be bothered by the
curse of being wanted just for their striking beauty. They had to have
something else to attract, something that came from within them. How she
wished that had been true for her, but it would be now, she vowed. The hazy
effect that the liquor was producing seemed to simplify things. She pondered
the plus points of having beauty like hers.

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She had been elected campus queen of her high school when she was eighteen. Of
course, she had been chased by all the young cocky males in her class, but they
had all seemed so immature, and had not really appealed to her. Nevertheless,
she had gone out with several of them, and had engaged in the usual back seat
petting, with those who appealed to her a little more than the others.

She had even on occasions let them brush their hands over her full ripe
breasts, but despite their pleadings, she had never let it go further. It had
aroused her somewhat, she admitted to herself, but she had always overcome this
with strict concentration on the moral values that her mother had drilled into
her.

Her mother was extremely religious, and had made Ann attend church with her
without fail each Sunday, when most of her other friends had been running off
to the beach or to picnics. Her mother also gave persistent warnings on the
evils of petting, and had instilled into her the idea that a girl should at all
costs save herself for her wedding night. Ann had accepted this, and deported
herself accordingly.

She had met Dave at the Rose Bowl ceremonies in Pasadena. He had been a junior
at UCLA, and in charge of arranging the float processions for the Rose Parade.
As delegate of her school, she was to be assigned to one of them. He had given
her one of the best positions on the most beautiful float in the procession.
He had called her several weeks later for a datem and they had gone to his
annual fraternity dance at the University. She had caused quite a stir amongst
his fraternity brothers, and more than one had tried to get her off into the
corner to get her phone number or a quick kiss. She had also detected the
envious looks she had received from the other girls.

Dave had been considered to be one of the best catches on campus. He was tall
and handsome, and very wealthy. His grandfather had left him a trust estate of
several million dollars, which he would get on his thirtieth birthday. He had
done this, according to the will, in order that his grandson would learn to
support himself, before being spoiled by the money. He was a wise old man, and
Dave had admired him very much. Ann had learned all of this long after she had
fallen in love with him, so it hadn't even been a factor in their relationship.

She had never gone all the way with him during their courtship, but several
times it had been close. On more than one occasion, it had been all she could
do to hold herself back.

Often, in compromise, she had let him reach under her sweater, unfasten her
bra, and massage her exposed breasts, while they were petting in the back seat
of his car. Once they had gone to one of the fraternity dances, and she drank
too much. Afterwards, when they were parked at the beach, and after he had
massaged her breasts into maddening hardness with his fingers, he had taken one
of her nipples in his mouth. The gentle playing of his tongue around it had
driven her to near madnessm and she had hardly noticed when his hand had
slipped under her skirt and begun caressing between her creamy white thighs.

"No Dave, No!" she had gasped, sensing that she might not be able to hold him
back this time.

But his hands just kept on stroking her, roving the full length of her body,
over her flat stomach, and on down to the nylon covered softness of her pubic
hair. He stroked her there slowly, insinuating his middle finger under her
soft nylon panties, into the moist virginal split of her vagina. It started a
tingling sensation that she had never known before, and she squirmed around on
the car seat beneath his hand. Their heavy breathing in the car fogged the
windows.

"Dave, not now, darling, not now," she had gasped into his ear.

But he had paid no attention to her, and she had heard the metallic sound of
his zipper opening, and suddenly, a blunt fleshy pressure against the top
of her thigh. It was his prick! She had never felt one before, and the muscles
of her body contracted involuntarily at the strange touch.

She had been ready to pull away, when suddenly his finger between her legs had
probed into her wet vagina. It had sent an electric shock of rippling pleasure
up through her that froze her to the seat. She couldn't move for the moment,
as the pleasure raced around inside of her, and he had taken this to mean that
she had succumbed.

He moved her hand over his cock, and with his own fingers, wrapped hers around
it. She clenched them tight, hearing his answering groan of pleasure through
her own gasping breath. She had never expected it would be so enormous. It
seemed like her fingers could barely go around it. Without thinking, she began
to massage the thick outer skin back and forth, up and down the hard shaft.
Nothing else in the world had ever felt so good, or so complete. He was
digging his single finger deep into her cunt, which was wet from the juices
excitedly seeping from its lips. It was stretching the tiny ring of her still
intact hymen, and she was afraid that it would split and end her virginity on
the spot, but there was nothing she could do about it. The thrills he was giving
her were racing too wildly through her to resist, and she relaxed her inner
thighs to give him greater access to her, and at the same time increased the
speed of her own strokings. With each gentle push she could feel Dave's prick
jerking into greater hardness, though a moment ago she wouldn't have dreamed
that possible.

He suddenly tried to roll over on top of her, but at the last minute she had
clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping is rockhard penis between them.
Dave had struggled like a madman to lift it up, and get the tip into the
opening of her wet, throbbing vagina, but she knew that she must wait, even
though she wanted it as badly as he did. She struggled with all her strength
against him, and inadvertently her grip tightened around his straining cock.
Just as he had forced the head under the legband of her panties, and the
throbbing nose was poised between the splayed open lips of her cunt, she felt
it begin to jerk out of control. Dave gasped, and she felt a hot, thick stream
of liquid spurt from it, until her pubic hair was drenched with the warm,
sticky sperm. It covered the insides of her thighs wetly, and dripped down
between her legs to moisten the car seat beneath her buttocks.

Dave emitted a final groan, and collapsed on top of her body. He was mumbling
abject apologies into her ear for his failure, seemingly unaware that she had
resisted. He must have thought he had let her down. She stroked the back of
his neck tenderly, consoling him with soft whispers of love while he continued
gasping for several long minutes. Finally, he sat up on the seat, helping her
to rise beside him. He had held her hand silently for a few moments, and then
fixed his clothes, acting sheepish.

She had scolded him afterwards, when she was smoothing down her skirt and had
made him promise never to do that again. She reminded him that she was just
flesh and blood also, and that it was just as much his responsibility, as hers
to not let themselves go too far before they were married. He had apologized
and then never made any real attempt on her virginity after that, at least not
until they were married.

Upon graduation from UCLA, he had gone to Pensacola to take his flight training,
and afterwards, they were married. It had been a wonderful wedding night, and
she felt like a complete woman, to be able to give herself freely to him. He
had been an accomplished lover, and Ann suspected that he had not come to their
marital bed as pure as she, but it didn't really matter. as long as he was
faithful after they were married. Besides, it was a man's place to teach the
woman in the arts of love, and how else could he learn? She had heard the boys
laughing sometimes together in the fraternity house about their trips over the
border to Tijuana on holidays, and suspected that this was where they were all
gaining their experience.

They had moved to San Diego to set up house-keeping, after he had received his
orders, stationing him there, and they had joined the social life with all the
other officers and their wives. The Friday night dances at the officer's club
was about the extent of their going out, other than bridge games at friends'
houses, and so they settled down into the routine of married life. It had been
wonderful, and Ann had never been happier any time in her life.

Dave had proven to be the perfect husband in almost everyway. There were
rumors about most of the other couples on the base, but Ann and Dave had been
able to stay aloof from this. It would have been difficult to even fabricate
gossip about these two devoted young lovers. Ann remembered Mrs. Leary saying
once that they certainly typified her vision of what the Adam and Eve
relationship must have been like. That was before the serpent entered the
garden, Ann thought bitterly, and sipped more of her glass of Scotch.

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Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone. How long had she
been lying there thinking? She swung her legs over the edge of the couch and
reached for the phone on the table next to it. She could feel the Scotch now,
and almost knocked over the lamp trying to turn on the light. She finally
reached it, and flooded the room with brightness. She looked at the clock on
the mantle as she picked up the phone. It was almost midnight, she had been
lying there for over five hours.

"Hello?" she said into the phone.

"Hello, Ann," a familiar feminine voice said at the other end, "this is Julia."

Ann's heart skipped a beat and she said quickly, "Oh, Julia, I've been trying
to reach you all day, I have the most wonderful news..."

"Yes, you sound like you've been celebrating, how much have you had to drink?"

"Not much," Ann answered guiltily, "I've just had a few shots while I've been
lying here thinking."

"Well, don't think too much," Julia told her, "I called to remind you about
the party out at Max's house tomorrow night."

"That's why I was trying to call you," Ann answered quickly, "I can't go, I
got a cable from Dave this morning, and he's coming home in ten days." She
paused for a moment, and then added, almost pleading, "Remember what you
promised when he came home?"

There was a long pause at the other end of the line, and Ann held her breath
silently praying. Those pictures could destroy hers and Dave's happiness, for
the rest of their lives.

Finally Julia spoke, "Now, dear, he won't be home for ten days, we can talk
about it tomorrow night at the party."

"Oh please Julia, please," Ann pleaded, "I can't go again! Not just before
Dave comes home. I just can't!"

"Nonsense dear, it won't hurt. What would one more time matter? He'll never
know. Remember, I've always told you that what they don't know, doesn't hurt
them."

"I know what you said," Ann replied, "but I just can't do it to him, I've done
too much already. Please, please, Julia, you promised."

"That's enough, Ann," the voice became harsh on the other end of the line. "I
told you that we would discuss it tomorrow night after the party, you wouldn't
want those pictures to be waiting for Dave at the base when he returns, would
you? Particularly not the one of you and that fat Mexican. You remember that
one, don't you, my dear?" There a mocking tone to Julia's voice now.

"Julia, please, please!" Ann was whimpering into the phone, as tears were
streaming down her cheeks. "I'll do anything you say, just please, please give
me those awful pictures back before Dave comes home."

"See you tomorrow night dear, and then we can make some arrangements. Don't
you be all messy from crying either. We have some important people down from
Hollywood, and Max wants to impress them, he's counting on you, and if you're
nice to his friends, you may get them back." There was a click at the other
end of the line. Julia had hung up. Ann sobbed softly into the dead line for
several minutes, before she dropped the phone back into its cradle.

She fell limply back on the couch, reached for the half-full glass of Scotch
and drained it straight down. Droplets ran loosely down the edge of her mouth.
The burning sensation dulled her senses, and she poured herself another, and
later another, trying to forget that she would have to go tomorrow night for
Dave's sake, if nothing else.

She couldn't bear for him to know the depths to which she had sunk, and the
degradation she had been forced to endure while he was gone. It would destroy
his love for her.

She poured the last of the Scotch, drained her glass, and slumped over on the
couch. Her loose robe fell open to expose her lush, ripe beauty, which had been
the cause of all her troubles. Unconsciousness swept over her, blocking out
the horrible memories. But, it wasn't long until the dreams came, dreams that
she had endured for what seemed like an eternity, and yet they had been only a
few short months, even in her sleep, she suffered from the curse of beauty.