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My Wife Taken
By Maxtoy (maxtoby@dial.pipex.com)
***
My wife and the sex therapist from hell who hypnotizes
her into a being wonton slut. (MF, reluc, mc, wife,
husb-voy)
***
Author Note: This should be considered as a work of
fiction intended for consenting adults only. It is not
intended for sale and posting on pay sites is expressly
forbidden with my consent. Otherwise feel free to pass
it round if you think it worthy so long as this header
is included.
***
I do like this newsgroup which I've followed for some
time (Eli did such a good job, back in the day and
ASSTR is upholding the tradition) and now I'm retired
I've decided to write about something which happened
years ago. A true story from the sixties when my wife
and I were newly weds. Some of the details may not be
correct because it happened so long ago and because
both my wife and I were hypnotized.
In fact I still wonder how much I can trust my
memories. Sometimes it feels as if there's a memory
just below the surface that I can't quite reach and I
wonder if this is a sign of anything. Hypnotism does
strange and weird things to ones memory, or so it seems
to me. It's as if you can remember but can't remember
at the same time and I know that doesn't make sense but
there it is. Maybe someone out there knows more than I
do and can enlighten me?
Anyway, it was a long time ago and if I worried about
the events for many years afterwards and denied they
ever happened, well, I don't any more. Writing this
down has been a cathartic experience and even now I
find the events strangely erotic. Poor memory, artistic
license and a need to preserve anonymity have combined
to demand a few subtle changes, but let me start at the
beginning.
Growing up in Scotland in the 50's I thought I could do
anything. The world was my oyster as they say. I don't
remember any of the austerity other people mention when
they talk about those post war times in England. Our
table was never empty. I was always a rather frail
child and hated sports, but more than that, I knew that
one day the family estate and wealth would be mine. I
was sent to a famous boarding school and was duly
accepted into Cambridge.
However, before I left, father took me into his study
and dealt me quite a blow. He told me the family money
was disappearing fast. He was doing what he could, but
with the estate costing such a lot to maintain and some
shareholdings now nearly worthless I needed to plan my
life on the basis that I would have to work for my
living. "Luckily your clever enough Max," he said, (he
clearly had read my school reports after all), "so I'm
not going to worry about you I know you're going to do
well. But I wanted you to know and trust your old
enough to keep family business a secret."
It was a bitter blow and dashed my plans to party my
university years away. Suddenly I worried about the
future and I didn't enjoy university as I otherwise
might. Instead I studied hard. But I did well and
afterwards got a job in the city (father pulled few
strings). This was the swinging sixties and life in
London was colorful and fun. The allowance I received
from father was a pittance but the family name helped.
I didn't really enjoy parties and came to realize I
wasn't the social animal I wanted to be. I met my
friends individually rather than is groups or as a
crowd. And I never saw much of the sexual liberation
they talk so much about now, although I did see the
Beatles, the Rolling Stones, and Bob Dylan all in the
same year Joan was the department boss's secretary and
had been there a few months before I arrived. She was
18 at the time and turned more male heads than Jackie
Stewart crossing the winning line at Brands Hatch.
I guess every male in the department had asked her out
but most got turned down. This may have been the
swinging sixties but Joan was certainly not leading the
way and burning her bra! Eventually I also asked her
out and to my surprise she accepted. And to cut a long
story short we fell in love and were married 18 months
later.
I got a lot of ribbing at work. Some guys were so
jealous they claimed she only married me for my name
and money but I knew this was not the case. Joan was a
virgin when we married and we both found sex difficult.
Not the liberating experience the underground press
kept going on about and which I had secretly hoped for.
Joan thought lust and physical desire was a bad thing
and had difficulty relaxing although she was keen
enough to start with. And whilst not a virgin I wasn't
exactly experienced.
I was enjoying my work and was progressing up the
ladder. Of course, after we were married Joan handed in
her notice so she could set up our home. But her boss,
BJ, persuaded her to stay on for three months and see a
special project through to completion. There were a lot
of new ideas coming out of America and BJ was arranging
a special conference for the company's 40 or so up-and-
coming managers like me.
As BJ's secretary, Joan was also coming to the
conference which meant she would be the only female
employee there. This would never normally have been
allowed but given that I was going to be there it was
considered to be acceptable. Mind you, it still
provoked a lot of ribbing and crude references, but I
guess the guys were just jealous.
The conference was in a country hotel in the Home
Counties and each evening, after a hard day's work, we
were expected to dress formally for dinner. This was
followed by some entertainment arranged by BJ's side-
kick Vic. There was a band and a comedian on Monday and
Tuesday which, which were pretty dire. On Wednesday I
was encouraged to take Joan out to the cinema and the
next day I heard that the evenings entertainment had
been a stripper. And on Thursday evening there was a
hypnotist which is where this story really begins.
It was hilariously to start with. The hypnotist picked
people from the audience and soon had them pretending
to be farm animals and the like. Dr Hip (yes, believe
it or not that was what he called himself) had a row of
chairs to one side of the stage and an area screened
off from the audience. He would start to hypnotize
people in the chairs and then take them behind the
curtain for a few minutes.
Often he would leave the subject behind the screen
while he explained some detail to the audience. I think
every one of the audience must have sat on one of his
chairs that evening although only about ¼ where asked
to go behind the screen. The funny thing is that
although I know I went behind the screen I can't
remember what happened there.
As the evening wore on things got naughtier and more
risqué. I remember pretending I was a dog trying to
fuck a chair while the audience rolled in the isles
with laughter. At the time I didn't think I was
hypnotized at all. In fact I was certain of it. I was
just going along with the fun.
But in the subsequent weeks I thought about it a lot
and decided I must have been hypnotized otherwise I
would not have allowed what happened. Things got
raunchier and Dr Hip kept on getting Joan up on stage.
He started by making her think she was an Egyptian
dance - weaving her hands and body in a slow sensual
rhythm.
She was wearing a long evening dress with a slit from
her waist down so you occasional got a flash of thighs.
The top was low but not indecently by today's standards
and anyway she covered herself with a Paisley shawl. Dr
Hip suggested she removed it and when she did the whole
room murmured it's approval. Now everyone could clearly
see her beautiful figure and thrusting breasts -
tightly molded by the dress.
Then Dr. Hip put Joan in trance and told her he was a
sex specialist and started asking about her sex life.
"Does your husband satisfy your sexual needs?" Bloody
hell, I thought, that's pushing it a bit but Joan
seemed to stumble and unable to answer.
"OK then," Dr. Hip continued, "Do you satisfy your
husbands needs?" Joan started to get upset and
embarrassed. "I want to but..." Her voice faded away.
He asked what she meant and she blurted out, "He wants
me to do things but I can't. I want to please him but I
don't know how..."
What should I do?
I don't think Dr. Hip had expected this. All the other
guys sat there wondering what he would do next. I was
stunned. I knew Joan was anxious about sex - but this!
I was stunned because what she was saying was true.
As he got more details out of her I just wanted to die
but felt powerless to do anything in a roomful of my
colleagues. I'll have to pretend it was all a put on
and she made it up, I decided.
"You came to me so you want my help? Is that right my
dear?" Dr. Hip was saying.
"Oh, yes please Doctor."
"Well then my dear come with me." And he led her behind
the screen. He motioned to the audience to stay quiet
and when they returned a few moments later Joan seemed
different somehow. She was clearly oblivious to the
audience but still seemed embarrassed.
"You look embarrassed, my dear," the Dr. commented but
Joan just looked at the floor. "You feel aroused, don't
you?"
Joan just nodded her head.
"That's good. It means we can start. Let's start by you
showing me how you might undress for your husband.
Pretend your undressing and I'll be able to give you
some pointers."
So Joan started undressing, or miming the process.
Although it was only miming the way she rolled her
stocking down her thighs caused a great stir in the
audience. The next few minutes passed as Joan continued
to undress then dress in her nightie. Dr hip kept on
encouraging her to feel sexual and aroused.
Next he asked for some volunteers. Most of the guys
stood up en-mass and he chose four or five who he had
already hypnotized. Soon they were under again and he
made them think they where being given a blowjob by a
beautiful women. It was both funny and erotic seeing
these men standing there moaning with delight.
He told them that whenever they heard his voice it
would sound like a sexy female voice and they would get
more aroused. Some seemed unsteady on their feet and
one guy even had a wet patch appear on his trousers
after which Dr Hip told them not to reach orgasm. (The
guy who came in his pants never lived it down.) He then
asked Joan to kneel down before him which she did. He
held an empty beer bottle in front of her mouth and
told her to pretend it was her husbands cock and suck
it. He then proceeded to give her advice and
encouragement. He peppered his conversation with
instruction to feel randy.
And Joan responded. She was licking the end of the
bottle with so much passion my cock was rock hard in my
pants. When he bored of that Dr Hip brought the guys
forward in turn and had them take his place using two
of their fingers to imitate an erection instead of the
bottle.
So Joan knelt in front of the guys, her face inches
from there groins and sucked their fingers. I knew Joan
and the men were hypnotized and trusted Mr. Hip to keep
things decent but some of the all-male audience was
softly chanting, "Take your clothes off, take your
clothes off" and my cock was hard in my pants. I had
never seen her look so sexy and willing.
When it was Vic's turn to have his fingers sucked,
(because he was also in the line up) he started
caressing Joan's head and neck. When Dr Hip's back was
turned he took his fingers out of her mouth and started
feeling her breast and pushing his fingers down inside
her low dress. All the audience saw Joan gasp and arch
her breasts to his finger. Dr hip saw the audiences
reaction and turned round but by then Vic had his
fingers back in Joan's mouth.
I think Vic said something to Dr Hip which afterwards
made me think he wasn't really hypnotized at all - he
was after all the person who had arranged this
entertainment. Anyway, the Dr asked him to lie on the
floor with a bottle sticking up from between his legs.
He told Joan to kneel in front of him and suck his cock
(the bottle) and she obeyed.
It was incredibly pornographic but so sexy. From where
I was sitting I could see her heavy breasts rocking in
the confines of her low dress as she lowered her lips
over the bottle between Vic's thighs. I was obvious his
cock was hard. Dr Hip was encouraging her and put his
hands on her hips getting her to rock backwards and
forwards. Then he positioned himself behind her and
simulated fucking her from behind. Throughout all this
he continued to tell her how sexy she was feeling and
how good she felt by "pleasing" her husband.
That was the shows climax (excuse the pun) and as they
left all the guys glanced at me trying to hide their
erections. Vic must have told Dr Hip Joan's husband was
in the audience because he sought me out for a chat. He
wanted to make sure I was not offended and although I
was rather shocked I did think it helpful to say
anything. He seemed a nice guy and when I left everyone
else had gone apart from Joan who was waiting for me.
***
Joan and I hardly spoke the next day - as if we were
both embarrassed.
That evening we were due to go out at 6:30, but as the
bus arrived BJ called and asked her to stay behind as
they still had some work to finish and needed her
secretarial skill - this was way before computers. She
apologized to me and hurried off. For some reason I
didn't want to go out alone - even through the rest of
the guys where un-partnered.
I sneaked up to our room and ordered a meal in my room
pretending I was ill. Later I went to see if Joan was
working at her typewriter and saw her in the dining
room. She was with BJ and Vic and they were just
leaving. I ducked out of sight and heard Joan
complaining.
"Don't you think it's too late to work. I've had a bit
too much to drink," she was slurring her vowels
somewhat.
"OK, but the last thing we've got to do is to talk
about what happened last night. We had better go
upstairs to the lounge."
"What about last night?" Joan suddenly sounded anxious.
"We'll talk about it upstairs."
I heard them climbing the stairs. The lounge was
probably the private suite overlooking the lake that
the senior managers had rented for relaxation. I was
suddenly curious and wanted to know what BJ wanted to
say. So I followed them, eased out the fire escape and
crept round the balcony to the French windows of the
lounge which were slightly ajar in the hot summer's
night. There was a small window at head height and I
found I had a pretty clear view. My heart was pounding
as I watched and wondered what the hell I was doing
spying on my wife and boss.
The BJ and Vic where sitting on chairs facing Joan who
stood swaying slightly as if drunk. She looked rather
anxious and unsure what was happening. She looked very
beautiful in the pale yellow summer dress she was
wearing with a cardigan over the top.
"Did you know I was planning on promoting Max?" BJ
asked.
Joan was startled, "Hey! No, but I'm sure he'll be
pleased."
"Mmmm, you had better call me "Sir" for the moment if
that's OK. And did you know I may have to sack him for
what happened last night?"
"No!" Joan's hands flew to her mouth aghast. "No sir,
You can't sack him. What happened last night?"
"Don't you remember your behavior after dinner?"
"It was only harmless fun," Joan pleaded.
"Well we're here to investigate what happened and if
you satisfy us then I have the authority to let the
matter rest. Is that all right?"
"Oh Yes. But you can't sack him... please."
"Must I remind you to call me "Sir?" BJ said sternly.
"Sorry sir, but you can't sack him, sir."
"Well we'll see. That's what I want to investigate. I
want to go through what happened when you went on to
the stage and we'll take it from there. Are you going
to co-operate?"
"Yes sir, of course, what can I do?"
"Well, last night you started by dancing on the stage,
didn't you?"
"Y-yes I think so sir," Joan was very hesitant. "Dr.
Hip asked me to."
"Show us now," Vic interrupted. "Show us how you
danced."
"What, here?" Joan sounded surprised.
"Yea, you danced in from of everyone last night, so
show us again now."
Slowly and hesitantly Joan started dancing to herself,
swaying to an unheard rhythm. "I danced like this," she
said.
"And then Dr. Hip said the words 'Blue Pajamas' didn't
he?" This was BJ again.
"Yes sir," she paused. "Can I stop now?"
"No, not yet. I want you to dance slowly and sensually
like last night. Imagine you're wearing Blue pajamas."
"Don't say that sir."
"Say what?"
"Blue Pajamas."
"Why not?"
"Oh, it makes me feel funny and... dizzy. Can I stop
dancing now?"
"No, not yet, you're not dancing properly. I want to do
this properly. And as your hot you had better take your
cardigan off so we can see your blue pajamas. You
weren't wearing that last night."
Joan didn't know what to do. She looked confused as she
swayed gently in front of her audience. Then looking
resigned she slowly undid the buttons and slipped the
cardigan off her shoulder. It was then that the two men
realized just how sexy her little summer dress was.
"Wow!" someone said.
I know it was a long time ago and fashions change but
let me try and describe her dress. It was in a pale
yellow color which clung in just the right places and
in the gloom of the room, seemed to emphasis the
thrusting of her breasts, the flatness of her thin
waist, and flaring of her hips. It was backless with
the cotton coming round under her arms, over her
breasts and then fastening behind her back. There was a
deep V at the front showing her cleavage and some
internal structure which acted like a bra to contain
and hold her firm breasts. Finally it was short.
Probably not as short as the latest craze of mini-
skirts but certainly above the knees.
Somehow I knew that the words "Blue Pajamas" where the
words Dr Hip had used the previous night when he wanted
people to feel aroused. Hearing the words again was
clearly having it's effect on Joan but it was also
effecting me. I felt my cock getting hard and soon I
had a raging boner. Inside the room Joan was still
dancing in front of BJ and Vic except now she looked
hot and flustered and was gasping and pleading with BJ.
"Oh, please can I stop now, sir?"
"No, you're not dancing properly yet." (He sounded
exasperated) Do it like you did last night. You must
let yourself go and relax, or we'll be here all night.
That's it, raise your hands in the air and caress
yourself. Remember your blue pajamas?"
Joan obeyed.
"Did you feel all hot and sexy last night Joan?"
"He made me."
"And you feel hot and sexy now, don't you?"
"Yes..." It was no more than a whisper.
It felt as if the arousal and tension in the room was
pouring out of the open window and over me. I was
rubbing myself through my trousers. I was so hard it
hurt.
BJ was moving on. "Tell me my dear, what did you do
next. Was it learning how to suck a guys cock or how to
strip." Joan didn't know what to say.
"Come on, speak up but don't stop dancing yet" This was
an interruption from Vic.
"Learning to undress, sir. But it was only a game."
"And that's all were going to do now. I want you to
play that game again - for us. So show us what you
learnt."
"Sir."
"Just do it. Show us how you undress" BJ demanded and
after a pause Joan started slowly miming the process of
removing her dress.
Vic interrupted again. "No. When you did this last
night, did it feel real to you, as if you really where
taking your clothes off?" "Yes sir, but it was
different then."
"Whether you were or weren't, the guy's we spoke to
seemed to think you really took your clothes off and if
that's what it felt like yesterday, that's what your
going to do for us now. Do you understand blue
pajamas."
"Please don't say that." She whispered meekly as she
stood there looking beautiful, confused and lost,
staring from BJ to Vic. She was flushed and her
breathing was ragged - punctuated with gasps and moans.
She stood there not knowing what to do.
Vic got up and turned her sideways so her back was
towards me.
"You feel all sexy don't you"
"Yes, I'm sorry I can't help it."
"Do you want Des to get the sack?"
"Oh no, no, please no."
"Then imagine your blue pajamas and show us how you
took your dress off last night.. Here, I'll start you
off." And he undid the two buttons in the small of her
back. Joan gasped and flinched as the first one popped
but Vic wasn't finished. His hands went to her neck and
swiftly undid the clasp which kept the whole dress up.
Joan's hands clasped at her breasts to stop the
material falling off and Vic turned her round again so
she was facing her two man audience again.
"Now carry on show us what you learnt yesterday."
Joan looked close to tears but she sniffed them back
and slowly started to dance again - gently moving her
body from side to side.
She lowered the dress exposing more and more of her
breasts. I could see her internal struggle, confused
and aroused, wondering what to do. Then she lowered the
dress some more and both her breasts bounced free.
Jesus, she looked hot. Here was my wife exposing
herself to my boss and a colleague.
BJ was urging her to "image your blue pajamas and let
go" and she seemed to be obeying him as she wiped a
tear away and slowly let the dress fall over her
buttocks to the floor. She was dancing in front of
these two guys wearing nothing but her white knickers
which where tight round her firm buttocks and hugged
her Venus mound. Her breasts slightly larger than usual
as if she was aroused and the sensual way she danced
seemed to confirm this. I had never seen my wife look
so sexy.
She danced like this for a moment and seemed to close
her eyes for a while - until BJ spoke up again. "That's
beautiful, but now your knickers please."
Joan's eyes opened wide and she pleaded silently for a
moment, biting her lower lip. Then giving up any
protest she started gently easing the waistband over
her buttocks. Slowly she lowered them down her thighs.
They fell the last bit as she stepped out of them and
continued her dancing - now completely naked. Even I
had never seen my wife completely naked in full light
before but I loved the feel of her body and watching
her made me want to hold her and feel her all over. I
wanted to open her slender thighs and thrust my cock
inside her - but of course all I could do was feel
myself. I didn't dare reveal myself.
BJ was talking again. "If I heard correctly, the next
thing you did was learn to suck a guy's cock is that
right?" "Yes, but it was only a bit of fun."
"Well that's all we're going to do here, have a bit of
fun, as you show us what you did. Now on your knees
please."
BJ had taken her by the arm and showed her where to
kneel. The sight of my naked wife being made to kneel
in front of this man was both humiliating and erotic.
She looked up at him, her firm breasts bouncing gently.
He thrust two fingers in her mouth telling her to suck
him. But Vic had other ideas. He quickly removed his
trousers and lay on the floor holding his hands over
his pants where his erect penis bulged. He stuck two
fingers in the air imitating his erection.
"Come on over here and let yourself go." He ordered.
Joan had no energy to argue. BJ virtually forced her to
go on all fours over Vic and it looked as if it was
taking all her energy just kneel there, her face over
his groin.
"Now show us your passion." BJ instructed Joan as she
lowered her head and kissed Vic's upright fingers.
"That's right, now let his cock slide deep into your
mouth."
Joan moved her lips to the tip of his fingers and
lowered her mouth until she seemed to gag and pulled
away again. BJ was kneeling beside her.
"Now," he said, "don't just kiss his cock, go down
below his knees and kiss your way slowly up," and he
pushed her head down to kiss his knees.
She moved down to his calf and started kissing them,
slowly moving up his legs again.
"That's it, let yourself go. Be passionate. Your so
turned on you can hardly control yourself."
God, I remember how she looked - naked on all fours.
She was nearly square on to my window and I could see
her heavy breasts hanging down and her round rump BJ
was holding her thin waist and caressing her back,
running his hand from the small of her back over her
round buttocks. He slid his hand down her thighs just
missing her exposed pussy. Then he slid his hand
between her knees and parted them.
"You need to brace yourself and keep your balance." He
told her by way of explanation. She lifted herself to
say something but he pushed her head back down.
"Don't talk, concentrate on the job in hand. Maybe
you're not feeling sexy enough so think blue pajamas"
and he continued to repeat the mantra, "blue pajamas,
blue pajamas" over and over again. He slid a hand
beneath to her hanging breasts and cupped one,
squeezing and caressing it. Joan has very sensitive
breasts and immediately she started moaning loudly and
the movement of her head between Vic's knees became
more passionate. Then Vic who still had his hands over
his groin slipped his erect cock out of the leg of his
knickers which stood there proudly and nakedly erect.
Joan was clearly unaware of this development as she
continued kissing her way up Vic's thighs. "Jesus" I
thought and I also took my cock out and started to
slowly pump it.
BJ still giving her instructions but now he to was
removing his trousers - and pants. As he turned round I
saw he had one of the largest cock I had ever seen -
long and thick. It waved about as he moved, it's large
bulbous head looking obscenely menacing. He stood
straddling Joan's kneeling body and bent to caress her
breast. I think he was pinching her nipples because
every now and again her twitched and let out a deep
"Ooh." She seemed oblivious to the fact that both Vic
and BJ now had there erect cock out.
Vic had his hand on Joan's head guiding her and she can
only have been inches away when she realized his
fingers had been replaced by his cock. I heard her moan
saying "No, no" and there was a brief struggle as she
tried to pull away but BJ bent to squeeze heavy breasts
and Vic held her head firmly against his hardness.
"That's right, kiss it!" He demanded.
It seemed Joan had no resistance left and let her lips
rise up the length of his cock kissing and licking it.
BJ with his massive, flapping erection was fondling
Joan's breasts and running his hand over her waist and
rump.
"That's right," Vic said, "now take me into your
mouth."
"No...mmmm..." Joan's futile protest gave way as Vic
pushed Joan's lips over his cock.
"Let yourself go. Relax." BJ instructed and holding her
by the waist he started rocking her backwards and
forwards so her lips to rise up and down Vic's cock.
Joan slipped his cock out of her mouth and started to
pump him by hand but this was not to Vic's pleasure.
"Don't use your hands." He demanded.
Then BJ who was now positioned right behind her moved
in closer and wiped the tip of his cock up the slash of
her sex. "Use you mouth." He ordered and Joan nodded
her acceptance and at the same time waved a hand behind
her to move his cock away from her cunt. But BJ pushed
her hand away telling her to suck Vic's cock and
continued rocking her backwards and forwards except now
he had the tip of his fat cock pressed against her sex.
This continued for a few moments and then BJ seemed to
get a firmer hold on her waist.
"OH PLEASE!" she gasped. Then loudly in urgent
desperation, "No. stop your going inside me." As if
BJ's thrusts where a mistake or accident.
"NO! AGRH! You're pushing inside me, please!" BJ was
continuing with his rhythmic thrusts and I could see
his fat bloated member forcing her open. He pushed her
legs further apart and gripping her waist pulled her
bodily on to his hard erection. "Oh my God, Ah…. Your
big, your big. Ohhhhhhh... no..." her moaning faded as
I saw him sinking into her depth.
She had given up trying to suck Vic and seemed to have
collapsed with her mouth over his cock as BJ pushed his
member all the way home. Then he started slow deep
thrusts and Joan just groaned each time he thrust back
into her depth. God how he fucked her, slowly building
up speed until he was slamming into her and she was
shouting things like "Oh my God". Vic's cock erupted
into her face and he pushed her back down onto his cock
to swallow his cum but BJ continued pounding into her
until he too came and nearly collapsed on top of her.
It took a few minutes for them all to recover. BJ and
Vic were the first on their feet and I watched as the
two of them dressed. I had cum over the wall and hoped
no-one had heard my groan which I had tried to stop. BJ
and Vic where talking in low voices and Vic looked over
to my window and I ducked down.
Then, I heard BJ calling. "Des" he called, "You can
come out now Des," and he calmly walked through the
French windows onto the balcony and smiled at me. I was
stunned.
I wanted to die I was so embarrassed. I had nowhere to
hide. What could I do? "We've taught her a few tricks
for you," he said as he led me back into the room. "but
don't hesitant to talk to us again if you want us to
teach her anything else. Come on Vic." And with that
they both left the room.
I immediately went to help my wife get up and dressed
but I didn't know what to say to her. What would she
think, I mean, by not rescuing her, would she think I
had arranged it, or what? We hurried to our room where
Joan locked herself in the bath for an hour. As we
climbed into bed Joan was nervous. "I'm sorry Des," she
said.
"So am I," I replied, "but lets not talk about it." She
hugged me as if to say thanks and we drifted off to
sleep.
Well, actually I lay awake for hours before I could get
to sleep and in the morning she was up really early -
before I woke. Slowly, over the next few days things
between us went back to normal, but we never talked
about that evening although I often thought about it
and wondered what I should have done.
Joan never went back into the office and I got my
promotion, although I had no idea what part BJ played
in it. Vic was asked to transfer to the Manchester
office and as the weeks went on I relaxed thinking that
at least what had happened was in the past and couldn't
happen again - but I was wrong.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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