The Blackmailed Wife
                             By Peter Jensen
                                Chapter 9


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Ann's eyes were still on the stage, her breath coming in gasps, as the curtain
closed. She had never been so excited sexually by anything, and it frightened
her. To actually see a beautiful young girl subjugated by an animal was far
beyond the scope of her imagination, and for the girl to enjoy it, the way that
she had, with the St. Bernard, was beyond anyone's imagination. Ann was a
nervous wreck when Ramon announced that the lights would be turned on in three
minutes. There was a bustle of clothing being straightened, and she guiltily
pulled down her own dress, under which Carlos' hand had been probing into her
only moments before. She felt the wettness between her thighs, as she lifted
herself slightly off of the seat and smoothed her dress beneath her buttocks.

She saw, out of the corner of her eye, Julia reluctantly forcing Pete's hand
out of the front of her panties, and pulling her dress down, just as the lights
flicked on. Ann was crimson at having to face all of these people after the
lewd exhibition on the stage, but there was nothing that she could do but look
as nonchalant as possible under the circumstances.

"Boy," Pete said, wiping his perspiring forehead with a handkerchief. "That was
some hot little bitch up there. Did you see the way she gave that hound a ride?
Bet he'll never be happy with another female St. Bernard again."

Julia and Carlos laughed at his joke, while Ann just forced a smile. He knew
that she had been on the verge of losing control of herself, and for this
reason, she couldn't look at him. She had never felt so humiliated and ashamed
in her life, and couldn't understand how Julia could sit here so calmly after
letting Pete do the things he did to her while the lights were down. She just
didn't understand it. A sudden wave of revulsion came over her when she
remembered her own behavior, and how she had allowed Carlos to take so many
liberties with her own body.

God, what had come over them? They were both married women who had husbands
away at sea, and yet here they had acted like two whores picked up on the
street, which is just what had happened! They had been picked up!

"Well, let's have a drink everyone," Pete said, wiping his flushed face with a
handkerchief. "I need one, after that exhibition of bedroom gymnastics. Come
on, I've arranged a private room for us to cool off in. Then we can continue
where we left off, eh baby?" as he patted Julia playfully on the buttocks, as
she rose from the couch. Ann was shocked and the sudden impact of what he was
suggesting caught her unaware. She refused to move when the others got up.

"Well come on, Ann," Julia smiled down at her. "I think you need a drink too."
as she directed a knowing smile at Carlos, who had also risen, and was waiting
with the others.

"I-I'm not going. I want to go home now," she stammered, looking at the floor.
Tears of humiliation were forming in the corners of her downcast eyes.

"Oh, for God's sake, baby, don't keep giving us that innocent act," Pete
blurted suddenly. "I saw you rubbing against that seat like you had a short
fuse under you. Who do you think you're kidding?"

Ann gasped at the realization that Pete had been watching her shameless
submission to Carlos' probing hand. She dropped her head into her hands,
sobbing, unable to believe it. They were watching her all the time!

"Pete," Julia admonished, "leave the poor girl alone. I'll handle this. She's
my guest down here."

"Well, hell, who does she think she is, Miss Untouchable?"

"Now you be quiet. Ann, darling, let's go freshen up, shall we? We'll meet you
gentlemen in the room for a drink in a couple of minutes."

"Well make it fast, baby, I'm as hot as a firecracker," Pete cracked, as he
and Carlos headed towards the stairway. Julia took Ann's hand, and pulled her
gently from the couch, leading her out of the room and down the hall to the
ladies room. Her arm was draped sympathetically over Ann's shoulder consoling
the sobbing girl. Other couples eyed them curiously on their way upstairs to
the various bedrooms.

In the bathroom, she took a cold wash cloth and pressed it tenderly to Ann's
forehead.

"There dear, does that feel better?"

"Oh yes, it does, Julia," Ann groaned in self pity. "I, I feel like such a fool
for behaving this way, but I just can't take much more of this. I love Dave so
much, and I just can't do anything that might make me sorry for the rest of my
life. I just can't."

"There now, no one's asking you to do anything you don't want to. I just can't
understand why such a lovely girl wouldn't like to enjoy herself a little on
the side. After all, no one would ever know."

"I don't care. I would know, and that would be enough," Ann protested. "I
could never face my husband again if I went any further. I've done enough as
it is."

"Ann darling, this is the twentieth century you know and women do have some
rights. Must I remind you that Dave, like all the other pilots, has probably
got his own little girl tucked away in an apartment in Hong Kong, and may be
shacked up with her right this very minute. I know that no-good husband of
mine has, and I don't intend to let him get away with it. I'm going to get my
kicks too."

"Julia!" Ann suddenly rebuked her, anger in her voice. "You don't mean that
you're going to bed with that horrible man!"

"Of course I am, dear. What's good for the goose is good for the gander.
Remember that."

"Well, you can do what you want, but I'm not going to let anyone touch me. It's
not right, and you should be ashamed thinking about such a thing. I want to go
home right now."

"Now, now, Ann darling. Don't give up your precious morals for my sake. You
can sit quietly with Carlos and have a nice drink, while Pete and I go play
naked games. The way I feel now, it won't take too long."

"But you can't leave me alone with Carlos," Ann wailed. "He might try to do
something horrible to me."

"What's horrible?" Julia asked with contempt in her voice. "Who are you afraid
of Ann, Carlos or yourself?"

"That's not funny," Ann defended, straightening to reassert her composure. "I
can take care of myself."

"All right then, show me," Julia chided. "You're a big girl now. Momma can't
watch over you all of the time."

Julia started for the door, leaving Ann still standing in front of the mirror.
She hesitated for a moment, and then followed, angry now. Julia was back on the
kid routine, and she had had enough of it. She was a grown woman, and could
take care of herself. She didn't need a nurse maid.

Her courage wavered, as she followed Julia upstairs to a door at the end of a
long corridor. Ann knew that she shouldn't go in, and flushed again at the
thought of having to face Carlos after the things that she let him do in the
darkness downstairs. But it was too late now, Julia had opened the door and
entered, and she couldn't just stand here in the corridor like a fool.

"Well, little Miss Virtue has decided to have a drink with us after all, huh?
I figured she'd have run with her tail between her legs by now." Pete chuckled
as Ann followed Julia into the room. A lewd, half-drunken smile covered the
better part of his ruddy, heavy-jowled face. "Has she given the royal consent
to play 'pussy' with your friend Carlos here, too?" he continued, laughing at
his own obscene cleverness.

Ann gave him a cold stare in answer, and sat stiffly on a chair in the corner
of the room, ignoring the empty seat on the couch by Carlos. Her eyes assessed
the furnishings apprehensively. It certainly was designed for an orgy. There
was an over-sized double bed against one wall, and two couches with matching
chairs scattered about. A small dressing table with a large gold-framed mirror
over it, intimated it was a bedroom. Ann nodded a reluctant thanks when Carlos
put a tall Scotch in her hands. She appreciated that he was being a gentleman
about the whole thing, and not acting like a complete idiot as Pete was doing.
One would never have known by Carlos' demeanor that he had been touching her so
intimately only a few short minutes ago. Ann closed her thighs in automatic
reaction to the thought, as it flickered through her mind momentarily. A deep
sense of shame still pervaded her entire being, and she had no desire to
defend herself against Pete's remarks. She just hoped he and Julia had their
little fun, and returned quickly, so that she could get out of this evil place
and back to her own world, a world that she could understand.

Pete poured himself another quickly, and handed one to Julia, whose eyes were
shining in expectation. Ann had never seen her this way before. It must be the
combination of the exhibition (that even Ann had to admit left warm tingles in
her body), and the hashish cigarettes earlier. They still hadn't worn off, and
her mind still felt fuzzy, and her body sensitive, even to the touch of the
chair when she sat down.

"Come on, sweety," Pete said, reaching over and patting Julia's thigh, "bring
that drink along and let's go play games. My pecker's so hard, it's gonna
break off in a minute."

"Pete, you don't have to be so crude. After all, we do have a guest," Julia
admonished him, watching Ann's face crimson under her needling. "I'm tempted
to take both of you on. Carlos looks like an excellent lover. That would solve
all our problems."

Carlos remained silent under the compliment, but it was apparent he was pleased
with the reference to his masculinity.

"Baby, you won't be able to take on a tom cat when I'm finished with you,"
Pete laughed. "Now come on that big bed's waiting."

He rose and took Julia's hand, pulling her to her feet.

"I wish you a lot of luck, Carlos my friend, I think she might be a hot little
piece, once she gets going. I'll leave these, and you two can see what you're
missing."

Pete pulled an envelope from his inside coat pocket, and opened it, drawing
out a stack of black and white photographs. He shoved them brusquely under
Ann's face, and when she refused to take them, let them fall to her lap. She
caught a glimpse of the top one, and almost dropped her drink. It was woman's
face, her mouth in a strained circle around a man's hardened cock. Ann froze
as Pete laughed aloud at her shocked reaction, and led Julia through the door
into the adjoining bedroom.

"Have fun, kids. Them dirty pictures oughta loosen her up Carlos." Pete
laughed, as he closed the door behind them, his hand already loosening his tie,
and he had a lewd, expectant smile on his face.

Ann and Carlos sat in silence for a moment. She gazed straight ahead, afraid
of the sight of the obscene photographs lying on her lap might nauseate her,
and force her to run for the bathroom. She took a big swallow of the drink,
feeling her composure returning as the warm liquid hit her stomach. She still
had not looked Carlos in the eye, since she had entered the room, but the
drink gave her a little more courage.

"Carlos, please don't think I have anything against you. It's just that I'm a
happily married woman, and wouldn't think of doing anything like this with
anyone other than my husband."

"I understand, Ann. Don't pay any attention to Pete. He is just a loud Gringo
who doesn't know when he should keep quiet," Carlos answered, understandingly.

"I-I apologize for letting myself get out of hand downstairs.  That's the
first time any other man has ever touched me. I-I don't know what happened."

"That was pretty exciting, down there. It would be difficult not to be
affected by it. Besides," he joked, "it shows you are human, in spite of what
Pete says."

Ann laughed in spite of her guilt. It was nice talking to Carlos. He seemed to
understand her more than the others, and she began to relax for the first time
since they entered this place. Carlos was so pleasant, he seemed almost like a
brother, rather than someone she had to fear. He fixed them more drinks and
returned to his seat on the couch, making no move towards her. This increased
her confidence in him, and her fears diminished. They talked at random for a
few minutes, and then Carlos excused himself for a moment to make a phone call.
As soon as he closed the door, Ann's curiosity got the better of her. She had
never seen two people making love before, and her hand went to the pictures
still lying in a heap on her lap.

She studied the one of the woman sucking the man's prick carefully. She had
heard of women who did this, and when she had been in high school, she had
heard some of the other girls joking in the toilet about it, but she had never
expected to see anyone doing it. The woman's mouth was stretched so wide, that
she wondered how she kept from choking on the enormous shaft. And it was huge,
and her lips were locked on it, as though they would never let go. A ripple of
sensation coursed through her, as she pondered its size. It was much bigger
than Dave's, and she clasped her legs tighter together, as she wondered what it
would be like to have something that big shoved between her thighs. She flipped
guiltily to the next one, and gasped, as it proved to be just the opposite.
The same woman was sitting on a couch, with her feet flat on the floor, and her
legs spread wide apart. A man was kneeling between her thighs, and Ann could
see clearly his tongue curling into the spread lips of her open pussy. Her
mouth gaped at the obscene sight. She had also heard about men doing this to
women, but never thought the sight of such a depraved act could excite her
against her will, as this photograph was doing. She could feel a slight
moistness again between her tightly pressed thighs. She reached for her drink
on the table by the chair, and took a long sip of it. It burned going down,
and she could feel her hand holding the pictures begin to shake, as the
emotions reflecting on the girl's face in the picture transmitted themselves
to her own body.

She jumped as Carlos entered the room unexpectedly. She didn't hear him coming
and her face flushed again. It was too late to hide the fact she had been
looking at the pictures, and she could see the amused expression on his face,
as he looked at her.

"Caught with a hand in the cookie jar, eh?" he laughed good-naturedly.

"Well," Ann's lips curved into a pout. "I was curious. Anyone would be that
has never seen things like this before."

"Yes, I think you are right," he agreed, filling both their glasses again.
"Even I enjoy sometimes, it's a good way to learn."

"You don't mean you do the things these people are doing, do you Carlos?" Ann
asked incredulously.

"Who can tell, Ann. Even you be surprised some times at some things you do in
passion. It's a very, how you say?, strong thing."

"Well, I don't think I would. It's like an animal, some of the things that
they're doing."

"What things," Carlos asked unexpectedly, a slight smile crossing his lips.

"Well-ah-ah," Ann stuttered for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter
when she saw the amused look on Carlos's face. "Why, you, you did that on
purpose. You can just look at them yourself. I'm not going to sit here and
explain the details."

Carlos picked up his drink and moved to the arm of Ann's chair, resting one
arm lightly across the back.

"Alright brave girl, let's see these things you talk about."

Ann's courage faded with Carlos sitting so close to her. She took another
swallow of the Scotch to bolster her strength.

"This one for example," she blurted, "how could any self-respecting woman make
love to a man like that. I think it's disgusting."

"Your husband is a young man is he not?" Carlos questioned.

"Why, yes, he is, but what brought that on? Dave is very good at making love,
and he doesn't have to resort to these horrible things to make me happy."

"Yes, but do you make him happy?" Carlos answered. "Making love is two people,
not one."

"Of course, I do. I'm not frigid. I like it too."

"Yes," Carlos reminded softly, "I know you do. I've felt you, remember?"

"Yes, I know you have," Ann answered slowly, reflecting on what took place on
the couch downstairs a few minutes ago. "But please don't remind me of that
Carlos. I want to forget it ever happened, if I can."

"But not something you think to forget," Carlos objected softly. "It was thing
you needed, Ann. I could feel it when I touched you. That's why I not stop
when put hand on mine to hold back."

"Carlos," Ann said. "Please don't. I know, I know I may have felt like it. But
that gives me no right to go around acting like a common street walker. I do
have my husband to think about."

"Of course," he agreed. "But perhaps it better if you learn a few things.
Someone may take him away..."

"You mean like this," Ann said grimly, holding up the picture of the woman
sucking the enormous cock.

"Well, I think she make this man very happy."

Ann was becoming confused again. She knew she shouldn't have had that last
drink. She felt she was right and shouldn't even be discussing these obscene
things, but the correct arguments weren't coming to mince. She blinked,
heavily, trying to clear her vision, which had blurred slightly. Thoughts from
the first days of her marriage flickered hazily through her mind. She did
remember Dave putting gentle pressure on her head several times, trying to push
her down his body, but she hadn't responded. She hadn't even been aware of what
he had wanted, he had done it so subtly. Was this why the letters weren't
coming now? Did he have someone else over there who would do these awful things
for him? He had always seemed happy with her, at least outwardly, but she did
have to admit that she was a prude in certain respects. Did it take these
things to hold a man?

Another time fluttered into her mind, when Dave had trailed his kisses down her
body to the soft flesh of her stomach, and kneeling between her open thighs he
had begun planting moist kisses on the soft flesh and hair surrounding her
pussy. She had almost screamed for him to stop, and sobbed that it was evil and
had pulled him up over her again. He had taken her in the normal way, but
without the fire that he had had before, and she had wondered why. Was this
the real reason? Was it because she didn't really know what a man wanted or
what sex really was? Was it really the animal thing she had seen on the stage
downstairs?

She had never, in the year of her marriage to Dave, experienced it like that
girl with the dog had, nor had she ever been worked up to the peak that
Carlos's hand brought her to, perhaps she was frigid, and Dave's almost casual
attitude in making love to her was the result of this. Had she been kidding
herself, what should it be like when two people made love? The thought raced
through her mind, 'what should it be like what should it be like?' Carlos put
her glass into her hand, and she drank deeply again. She felt the lewd
stirrings that had churned her body to such a fever pitch on the couch
downstairs return.

"I can teach about love, Ann," Carlos said softly, dropping his hand slightly
from the back of the chair to her bare shoulder.

"No, I don't need it," Ann said, squirming away from the brushing fingers.
"I've told you that I can't, and I won't. It, it's just not right." She could
feel the moisture begin again between her tightly pressed thighs, and she
involuntarily moved her buttocks against the seat to quiet the lascivious
tingling.

"Look on this girl's face," Carlos said, pulling another picture from the
packet. "She's enjoy it. Don't you think?"

"Yes, yes she is," Ann breathed, as her eyes locked on the photograph of a girl
on a bed, with her legs wide apart and a man between them, his enormous cock
sunk all of the way into her pussy. The camera angle showed clearly his white
thick member disappearing into the soft, hair-fringed folds of her cunt. It was
almost in to the hilt, only a tiny stretch of it was left showing, wet and
glistening. The girl's face was contorted into the most depraved picture of
ecstasy that she had ever seen. 'God, how she must feel,' she thought. 'And
I've never felt that way.'

Ann had never seen a picture of two people making love before, and it looked so
strange, almost crab-like, with the two long tentacles of the girl's legs
waving wide apart in the air above them, she wondered if this was the way that
she and Dave looked, and the thought caused her to squirm slightly, and she
pressed her thighs together, to hold down the fire mounting against her will
deep in her loins.

Carlos had dropped his hand to her shoulder again, but she hardly noticed it,
as she concentrated on the lewd position of the couple in the photograph. The
now familiar aching hunger inside of her was beginning to grow and spread, from
her stomach, upwards to the nipples of her hardening breasts. She shuddered as
Carlos's fingers teased downwards again, towards the 'V' of her dress, and
sliding beneath her bra, cupping her bare left globule, and massaging it gently
into greater hardness, she could feel her breath coming in short, labored gasps
now, and she twisted against the seat again and again, attempting to
extinguish the fire that was again growing mercilessly between her legs.

Carlos shuffled the photographs, one after another, teasingly before her face
with his free hand, describing in lewd, lust-inciting terms, the actions of
each of she couples were performing. His lips had dropped to her ear and he
was whispering moist entreaties into it, using words that she hadn't heard
since she was a school girl, but now they were suddenly strangely exciting.
Ann pressed her thighs tightly together in one last determined effort to
overcome the temptation building within her. In her passion and alcohol
distorted mind, she knew that she had to go right this minute, or she wouldn't
have the strength to fight off once more, the lust that was tugging at the
very core of her quivering belly.

"Carlos!" she whispered almost hysterically, pulling his hand from inside of
her dress. "Where is Julia? We must go, we must... right now!" she pleaded. "I
can't stand it. Please, please help me!"

"We should not interrupt," Carlos answered. "They be very angry."

"I don't care? I don't care, we're going to leave. I can't stay in this awful
place another minute!" she quavered, tears suddenly filling her eyes.

"We can look what they do," he said slowly, letting the thought sink into her
tortured mind.

"You-you mean watch them," Ann gasped. "Wh-what if they're still doing
something."

"They not know," he laughed softly. "Besides, you learn maybe, and hurt
nothing."

Ann's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. It was different looking at
pictures, but actually seeing two living people tangled in intercourse was
another thing. Even the exhibition downstairs had been different, more obscene, 
but different. This would be like peeking in a window into the privacy of a
home. In spite of her revulsion to the idea, she felt her curiosity rising.
What did it look like? Was it as she imagined it would look?

Carlos gave her time for no further thought. He placed the stack of photos on
the table by the chair, and took Ann's hand, pulling her after him.

"We're not going into that room, Carlos! We can't."

"No, we watch here in special way," he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously,
as he led her to the dressing table. "Just here before mirror. I turn out the
light. Better take big drink too, before see what amiga Julia is really like."

Ann lifted her glass in obedience and took a few swallows. She needed courage
now, as her heart was beating like a runaway express in almost terrified
anticipation. Her will to flee had faded, and she stared at her image in the
mirror seeing a girl with a puzzled, yet frightened look staring back. A
shudder of alarm flickered momentarily through her thoughts, but animal
curiosity glued her feet to the floor, as the lights suddenly went out, and
she was left in darkness.