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Recession
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)
***
Our reversal of fortune was devastating for me, but I
never imagined the strange ways it would affect our
relationship. (MF, reluc, d/s, oral, anal, control)
***
Lily and I had been married for six years when I was
downsized. I think we were happy, and there wasn't
anything unusual about our marriage. I worked as an
accountant in the local office of a large national
company, and she worked part time as a secretary for a
bank officer, although her title was executive
assistant.
We had some savings and a mortgage. Lily's salary
would cover the mortgage, but not much more. Even if
we cut expenses to the bone, we'd run out of money in
less than a year.
For the first week, I spent every waking minute making
phone calls and sending out resumes, but after that, I
had covered everything locally. Because of the
recession, we knew that we couldn't expect money for
relocation, so I didn't pursue anything outside our
area.
Lily said she would ask for more hours and a raise,
but she got neither. She had been fairly passive when
it came to work, and she was crestfallen when she came
home. The next morning was the first time I saw a
different side of her.
"If they won't give me more money, I'll find someone
who will," she said at breakfast and almost stormed
out of the house. Within a week, she had a new full-
time job that paid more than double what she had been
making. It turned out she was well known to other
local bank executives, and as soon as a competing vice
president heard she was looking for a job, he hired
her away.
She told me he was divorced and had a checkered
reputation, but the interview was all business, so she
accepted the job. After a few days, she said that her
boss had dumped a huge amount of work on her almost
right away, and he was amazed at how adroitly she had
handled it. We were both relieved that our financial
situation seemed to be stable for now.
I continued to check online and read the newspaper for
any possible job leads, and whenever I met someone
new, whether in line at the grocery or at a coffee
house, my conversation was always directed to whether
that person might know someone who could use a hard-
working, experienced CPA. Otherwise, I focused on our
home in support of Lily. When we were both working, we
shared the household chores, but Lily did the majority
of the domestic work.
Now, I took over everything she had been doing. I did
all the shopping, cooked the meals and cleaned. It
wasn't that hard.
Lily came home exhausted every night and spent most of
the weekend resting up for the week ahead. This
affected our relationship more than anything else.
Neither of us had been highly active sexually before
we were married, and I guess the best word to describe
us in bed would have been compatible. Lily had a
pretty face, but her best asset was her body. She
dressed in standard business attire, few people
noticed what I saw when we went to bed.
In bed, I was more enthusiastic, but she was always
responsive. Except on rare occasions, we stuck to one
position, with me on top. I always achieved
satisfaction, and I think she usually did, too,
although I could never be sure. I felt there were
times that I didn't satisfy her, but she didn't say
anything. She seemed content to give me my pleasure
and never complained.
Now when I made advances, I saw she was so tired that
she could barely go through the motions, so I didn't
approach her often. After a few weeks of frustration,
I brought it up at dinner.
"I know it's not your fault," I said, "but do you have
any ideas? I don't think it's good for our marriage
the way things are now."
"I don't know," Lily replied. "I think I'm so worn out
that it just seems like another job to satisfy you in
bed. I'm sorry. I know it's my duty as your wife."
"Don't talk like that," I said. "What about you? Don't
you miss your own satisfaction?"
"I enjoyed it when I had an orgasm," she said, "but it
didn't always happen. Before I didn't mind it all that
much, but now I think that I would resent it if I put
in all the effort and didn't get anything out of it."
"Isn't there anything we can do?" I asked.
She paused for a moment as if deciding whether she
should say what she wanted to say. "What about trying
some new approaches?" she finally said in a calm
voice. "I was thinking about this a while ago. Maybe
instead of trying to finish together, we could work on
one person at a time."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She got up from the table and began unbuttoning her
blouse as she walked to the bedroom. "Follow me," she
said, "and don't worry about the dishes. You can do
them tomorrow morning."
She was naked before I was and lay down on the bed
while I took my clothes off. I lay next to her and
started stroking her breasts. Usually from there, I
went to her thighs and then worked my way up to her
thick bush, getting deep into the thicket until my
fingers touched her opening and felt the moisture.
That's how I knew she was ready.
She stopped my hands on her breasts and pushed me
away. She pushed my shoulders back, and then she took
my head gently in her hands and pulled it down, at the
same time shifting her legs so they were on either
side of my head.
I looked up at her. "Is that what you want?" I asked.
"I'm not very good at this."
"Just try," she said as she opened her legs and pulled
my head forward so my mouth was filled with her hair.
"Don't try to talk," she said. "Listen to me and do
what I say."
I began following her instructions about where to
kiss, where to lick, where to insert my tongue and how
to move it. Her talk was getting me aroused, and I saw
my tongue was getting her aroused. I started to move
up for insertion. "Wait," she said. "Not yet."
I continued working on her, and she began responding.
She was breathing heavily, and her body was writhing
against my tongue. She began pushing herself into my
mouth, and then I felt her entire body shake as she
made a series of high little cries. They lasted almost
a minute.
When they stopped, her body sank back. I heard a long
sigh and looked up to see her drenched in sweat with a
contented smile on her face.
"That was great," she said. "Give me a minute and then
let me see what I can do."
When she had recovered, she said, "Turn over." I
rolled onto my back, and she got up on all fours and
moved over me, facing my feet. I looked up and saw her
mass of glistening hair at the same time I felt her
mouth take me in. I was already at full mast, and she
began working on me with her mouth while her hands
played with my testicles.
After a while, she settled down on me, and while she
was getting me more worked up, her bush came down on
my face. She moved her body on me as she stimulated me
with her mouth. Then she lifted her head.
"Do you have any strength left in your tongue?" she
asked, and then went back to sucking, licking and
touching.
I took my hands and parted her damp hair until I saw
the swollen lips framing the red, slimy hole. It
wasn't inviting to me, but I stuck my tongue into her
anyway and began doing the same things she had told me
to do me earlier.
This seemed to invigorate Lily's efforts and soon she
had me on the verge of release. As she felt my body
squirming beneath her, she speeded up, and at the same
time began moving faster on me, rubbing herself all
over my face as I worked on her. As I spurted into her
mouth, I felt her shake again and heard those soft
cries.
She got up and went to the bathroom. I lay on the bed
exhausted but satisfied.
***
Lily and I continued to make love the way she wanted.
Each time, I would begin with my mouth between her
legs, bringing her to her an orgasm, or several. After
that, she sometimes would get on top of me and use her
tongue on me while I did the same to her. Other times,
she would mount me and move around on top of me in
various ways, eventually slamming her body hard
against mine. Each technique would bring us both
satisfaction. One time, I attempted to move into the
old position where I was on top, but she stopped me
and said, "We know a better way now." I didn't try to
get on top again.
One night, she came home, and she almost fell into her
easy chair. At dinner, it seemed like she could barely
lift her fork. Afterward, I said, "Why don't you go to
bed, I'll clean up."
"No," she said. "Leave the dishes. I really need you
tonight."
It seemed like only seconds after we entered the
bedroom that she was lying back on the pillows with
her legs spread. I went to work with my mouth between
her legs and brought her to satisfaction. After I
finished, she lay there lifeless. I waited.
She looked up at me. "Do you think we could just go to
sleep tonight?" she said. "I don't have any energy." I
didn't respond right away, probably because I was
aroused and frustrated.
Then she quickly said, "Oh all right. Lie down. I'll
be right back." She sounded irritated.
She got up and went into the bathroom and opened a
drawer and then came back and got on top of me with my
face in her bush. I could barely hear her as she said,
"I'm too tired to use my mouth, but I'll make sure you
are satisfied." Then I felt her start to stroke me
with fast motions. Her hands were covered with some
kind of oily stuff. She worked urgently, and soon I
was spurting into her hands. She got up quickly, went
to the bathroom and was soon in bed next to me
sleeping soundly. I lay awake a long time.
The next time we made love, she used her mouth again,
but as time went by, she did it less frequently, and
finally she used her hands almost all the time.
Sometimes she thanked me for being so understanding
because she was so tired.
The first time she really shocked me was when she came
home exhausted one day and collapsed into her easy
chair as she often did. She lay there for a few
minutes as I looked at her sympathetically, and then a
strange look came over her face and she said, "I could
really use some of your magic right now."
As she said this, she got up and pulled down her
panties. Then she pulled up her dress, lay back in the
large chair and spread her legs over the sides. I
looked at her expression and was turned off. She
looked at me until I got up and went to the kitchen to
work on dinner.
Dinner was silent, and so was the rest of the evening
and the next morning. When she came home the next
afternoon, I noticed she had the same fierce look on
her face as the day she went out to get a better job.
"Sit down," she said. "I need to talk to you."
I sat down facing her. "I know you are trying to find
a job and you're taking care of all the household
chores," she said, "and I appreciate that. But I'm
working hard and I come home exhausted. I don't ask
too much from you. If you resent my requests, maybe we
need to think about separating.
"You'll get half of what we have, which isn't much,
because we owe a lot on the house and in this
recession, we're not going to be able to sell it for
much. I'm making enough to afford a decent apartment,
but since all you have is your unemployment, you're
going to have to move into a tiny hole in a bad part
of town. If that's what you want, tell me, and I'll
see a lawyer tomorrow."
"Of course, I don't want that, Lily," I said. "I want
to be with you."
She didn't reply, but she got up and pulled down her
panties and lifted her each leg until the panties were
lying on the floor, all the time looking at me. Then
she sat down in the easy chair, pulled up her dress
and spread her legs apart. I kneeled in front of her
on the carpet and moved between her legs. I pushed my
mouth through the bush until I found her lips. I was
surprised that they were open, and the sap was already
running from her. Her humiliating speech to me had
excited her so much that she was halfway to an orgasm.
Every work day from then on, I was expected to satisfy
her with my mouth as soon as she got home. It did perk
her up for dinner, but after dinner, she watched TV
for an hour and then went to bed and immediately fell
asleep.
The only days that were different were the weekends,
when we did the other ritual, with me first satisfying
her orally and then being pleasured by her hands while
I satisfied her a second time. I wasn't happy, but I
didn't see how I could do anything about it.
***
One day, Lily came home from the office highly
agitated. She looked like she had been crying. "I have
to tell you something," she said and then related how
her boss finally showed his disgusting side and had
come on to her. She resisted, but he threatened to let
her go and warned her that the recession had gotten
worse since she was hired and she wouldn't find it as
easy to get job as she had before. Then after he hit
her with the stick, he offered her the carrot. He
would give her a raise.
"I gave in," she said, shaking. "I need this job,
because you still have no prospects and we'd be out on
the street without my income. Do you understand?"
I didn't answer, but I understood.
She got up and went to the bathroom, and I heard water
running. She spent five minutes there, and when she
came back, her skirt was up and panties were off. She
lay back on the chair, and I moved my face to her
bush. It was warm and wet and smelled of soap. I went
to work.
Her boss was as demanding sexually as he was with her
work. Every day, when she came home, she went right
into the bathroom and washed herself out before coming
to me. This went on for three weeks, but by the end of
the third week, I could see something was bothering
her. She didn't say anything until she came home the
next Monday. "I'm so exhausted today," she said, after
sitting down in the living room. I just can't get up."
She stared at me as if she was waiting for me to do
something. I looked at her and felt queasy. I made an
involuntary sound of disgust and walked out of the
room.
Again, the dinner was silent and so was the evening
and the next morning.
The next afternoon, as soon as she walked in, she said
we had to talk. It was the same talk as before. I
listened in silence, but didn't respond to anything
she said. Instead, I asked her, "How can you ask me to
do something so disgusting?"
"Disgusting?" she screamed. "What do you think I do
every day at the office for you? It's just a few
minutes of helping me to unwind and get some energy
back. You can't do that for me? Is that what you're
saying? Are we finished?"
"No, Lily," I said. "We're not finished, but you
certainly don't think much of me to make me do that?"
"I think you're a wonderful husband, for being so
understanding," she said, but she sounded like she was
reciting a speech without emotion. "I know these are
hard times, and we have to work together." She leaned
back in her chair and didn't say another word.
After a minute of silence, I got up and went to her. I
lifted her legs in the air and pulled off her panties.
She spread her legs onto the wide arms of the chair.
As I crawled between her legs, I almost threw up as I
saw the traces of thick white slime on her hair. It
smelled awful, and I tried to keep from gagging as I
moved to her lips and began working with my tongue. As
she approached her orgasm, I almost lost it again. She
pushed against me and a flood of foul-smelling white
stuff came out. I tried to keep it from going into my
mouth, but some of it went in anyway. It tasted vile.
Worse, some went up my nose and I couldn't get the
smell out of there for the rest of the night, even
though I rushed to the bathroom as soon as she had her
orgasm and washed my mouth and face as much as I
could.
How could I do this every workday? I thought. It was
going to drive me insane.
But I did do it, and when I came out of the bathroom
sputtering each day, after trying in vain to wash away
all the traces of the awful degradation, she gave me a
smile. I never got used to it, and each day was an
ordeal. As the days went by, I could swear she was
getting aroused by my distaste. What was happening to
us?
***
Lily and I had never talked much at home about our
work, and she never said a word about what went on in
the office, until one day at dinner, when she seemed
to be particularly satisfied after I had serviced her.
"My boss said he'd love to come over and watch you
make me come," she said nonchalantly.
My food flew out of my mouth in shock. "What did you
say?" I finally asked, shaking.
Then she told me she had decided her boss wasn't all
that bad, and their relationship had changed. At
first, she had sex with him unwillingly, but he had
been complimenting her on her work and on her looks.
He caressed her in ways he knew she liked when they
made love. He even allowed her to be on top most of
the time. Although he wanted anal intercourse, he
accepted that she thought it was disgusting and backed
off. They had become intimate in conversation, and he
told her about sex with his wife. Then she told him
about us. Lily related all this matter of factly
without a hint that she felt any of it was wrong.
"How could you do that?" I said, angrily. "How could
you tell him about what we do? Don't you have any
consideration for me at all anymore?"
"It's no big deal," was her response. "Don't get all
worked up about it."
"Well, I'm not going to perform in front of your
boss," I said firmly, "and don't give me your lecture
again, because I'm not going to change my mind. Before
that happens, I'll live in cardboard box on Skid Row.
If that's what you want, I'll move out tomorrow."
"Calm down," she said and pretended that she was just
making conversation. "I told him you would never agree
to him watching." I looked at her and couldn't tell
whether she was telling the truth.
She had changed a lot in the last few months. She was
now much more interested in sex. I noticed her
sometimes standing naked in front of a mirror and
admiring her body. She experimented with her facial
expressions while posing, and her face would go from
pretty and innocent to seductive to lascivious. I had
to admit, it turned me on even as it disconcerted me.
Once on a Sunday, as she was manipulating me to
orgasm, she caused my body to jerk. "What was that?" I
heard her say. Her voice was muffled because my ears
were party covered while my face was buried in her
bush.
I didn't tell her she had touched a sensitive area
below my ball sack, but she soon discovered it for
herself. She began stroking me there, at first just to
finish me faster.
Then she got interested in experimenting on me. She
would find ways to caress me that would quickly bring
me to the edge, and then she would stop and leave me
frustrated. She'd repeat the cycle a few times before
finally allowing me to get my satisfaction. I had a
feeling she was using me as a laboratory to try out
things to use on her boss, but I didn't say anything.
One time, she felt further below my testicles with her
finger and ended up sliding the tip into my rear. Even
though she pulled it out quickly, my strong reaction
told her that she had found another sensitive spot. I
figured she wouldn't do much with this knowledge,
because anything anal had always turned her off, and
she had made it clear when we were married that anal
sex was out of the question.
But the following weekend, I knew she really had
changed. "Are you clean inside your rear?" she asked
me as we undressed for our weekly session.
"Yes," I said, amazed at the question.
"Well, why don't you go into the bathroom and wash it
out a little anyway," she said.
"OK," I said, and as I was washing myself with warm
water and soap, I couldn't believe what I was doing.
She seemed eager to get to her first orgasm on my
tongue and then immediately jumped on top of me and
began using her assortment of caresses and arousal
techniques as I licked her from beneath. After a
while, I felt a finger tentatively enter me and
quickly withdraw. Then it was back, and it stayed
inside as she stroked me. After she satisfied me and
we separated, she said, "Boy, you really clutched my
finger as you came." She seemed to be excited by the
discovery.
Her exploration continued from there. She began moving
her finger in and out as she stroked me. Sometimes it
was slow and gentle, sometimes rough. She added a
second finger. The fingering became part of her
cocktail of techniques that she would use to first
frustrate me and then bring me to earthshaking
orgasms. Again, I felt I was being used as a
laboratory.
When she stuck a third finger in me, it was no longer
pleasurable, and I asked her not to do that again. Her
response was strange. "You know, I think I could
eventually open you up enough to stick my whole hand
inside," she said. But after that, she mostly stuck to
two fingers. Every once in a while, when things were
heating up, she forgot and put in three. I wasn't
happy, but it didn't stop me from having an orgasm.
What bothered me more was that she began experimenting
with her own rear. At first I thought it was by
accident when she was rubbing herself on me and she
sometimes moved so far forward that her anus was over
my mouth. When she did that, I noticed that it smelled
of soap, unlike her vagina. She had washed it before
we went to bed.
Then one Sunday, when she had me on the brink of a
climax, she leaned forward so my head was out of her
hair and said, "I want to try something new." She got
up and found a small pillow and placed it under my
head. Then she was back on top of me, but this time
she positioned herself so that her anus was over my
mouth instead of her bush. I looked straight into it.
There was a lot of hair around it, too, but not as
thick. It was small and wrinkled and not exciting to
me at all. I was undecided what I should do.
Lily began working on me, and with two fingers going
rhythmically in and out of my anus and her other hand
pumping my tool, she soon had me on the brink again.
Then she stopped. She didn't say anything and she
didn't do anything. She was waiting.
Finally, I stuck my tongue out and licked tentatively
across her puckered hole. Her body jerked up. She took
a breath and then settled down on me again. She waited
once more. I began slowly licking her hole as I felt
her shift her weight around in response. She went back
to working on me and her rhythm was the same as the
rhythm of my tongue. I went faster and she went
faster. I exploded and stopped licking.
As I came back to earth after my launch, I heard her
say, "Keep going." I hesitated. She shifted around and
I felt the hand that had held me so tightly a minute
ago squeeze down between her legs. Her fingers began
moving and I could feel her knuckles occasionally
rubbing my chin as they worked in her vagina. I was
amazed. I had never seen her touch herself before, but
she didn't seem tentative. She knew what she was
doing.
"Keep going," she said again, but I was too caught up
in thinking about her fingers to respond. She left off
touching herself and put both hands behind her. She
pulled her cheeks wide apart and then pushed back onto
my face with her anus pressed against my closed mouth.
I smelled the soap smell, but then I couldn't breathe
and began trying to move my head back. But the pillow
was pushing me up, and I couldn't get my mouth out of
her cheeks. I began kicking my legs in desperation,
and when I did, she lifted off of me.
"Keep going," she said again, and this time I
responded. Her hole was now slightly open. I began
licking across it and around it. I felt her fingers go
back between her legs, and as they touched her, she
began rocking. Her anus would press against my tongue
sometimes, and I couldn't move it. Then she would rock
back and free my tongue to resume licking again.
Her anus was right in front of my eyes, and as the
rocking and my tongue and her fingers continued, I saw
it start to open and shut. The contractions gradually
got faster, and then she gave a loud groan. Her body
shook for almost minute, and then she fell forward.
Her head landed on the bed between my knees.
She didn't say a word as she got up and went to the
bathroom, but she gave me a lascivious look that I had
never seen before. She looked positively depraved,
without a hint of shame.
From then on, we followed a new pattern on the
weekend. First I would lie between her legs and
fulfill her with my mouth. Then she would get on top
of me and I would eat out her vagina as she played
with me until I had an orgasm. Finally, I would go to
work on her rear hole while she used her fingers to
bring herself over the edge again.
There were variations. Once, she spread her legs wide
apart and bent down so her anus was slightly open.
Then she pushed out and told me to stick my tongue
inside as far as I could. After I did that, she closed
her anus around my tongue. I couldn't move my tongue,
but as her fingers went to work, I felt her spasming
over and over while she came. This became another
frequent variation. After a while, she no longer
washed herself between her cheeks before we went to
bed. Often the smell made me feel like heaving, but I
didn't say anything. I wondered if she was telling her
boss about everything we were doing.
***
One day, Lily came home sobbing. "What is it?" I
asked, but she didn't respond. She just looked at me
for a long time while she was crying, and then she
took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
This time she didn't want me to put my head between
her legs. She got on top of me in our usual 69
position, but she didn't move to touch me. Instead,
she immediately positioned her anus over my mouth and
brought her fingers down to pleasure herself. I was
bewildered, but I began to lick. Then I stopped.
It was her boss's disgusting white mucous. I felt it
on my tongue. But it was coming out of her anus this
time, and it was making my head swim. I couldn't go
on. Then Lily began sobbing again.
"Please," she said between sobs and then kept
repeating in a desperate voice, "Please, please,
please, please." She wasn't ordering me, she was
begging, and her voice sounded desperate.
Finally, I gave in. As I tongued her and her fingers
played in her vagina, the hole spasmed again and
again, and her boss's horrible mess got pushed out
into my mouth and all over my face and hair. I was
wondering how long I could keep from throwing up when
her body shook and she gave a short scream and
collapsed.
When she got up, she went to the bathroom and came
back with a wet, warm cloth. She gently washed my face
off, leaned over and kissed me lightly. "Thank you,"
she said and her composure was back. "You are never
going to have to do that again. I'll quit before I let
him put it into my ass again. It was the most
disgusting, degrading thing that's ever happened to
me.
"I kept telling him that my fingering him and his
licking me there were just for stimulation. But he
kept trying and telling me I would learn to enjoy it.
Today he was sneaky and found a way to get a little of
himself inside. I couldn't scream because we were in
his office, but I screamed in a whisper for him to get
out of there. He didn't listen and kept on pushing in,
and then he went wild. He actually raped me in my ass.
"When it was over, I was almost hysterical from the
pain and the humiliation. That's why I needed your
help just now. I wasn't sure I could still orgasm with
your tongue in my rear. Now I know I can get over
this. But I'm going to tell him if he ever tries it
again, I'm going straight to his wife to tell her
everything. I will never let anyone put his penis in
there again."
Her boss evidently didn't try to get into her anus
again, and we went back to our regular pattern. Each
weekday she would come home full of the boss's stuff,
and I would force myself to eat her to a climax. On
weekends, our sessions followed the same pattern,
always ending with her bringing herself off while I
tongued her anus.
She would sometimes do things that were uncomfortable
for me, such as pulling my penis and scrotum roughly
while she worked on me, or sticking three fingers into
me, but that didn't happen often. Sometimes, after we
made love and were lying in bed, she would talk about
even kinkier things we could do. Putting her fist
inside me particularly intrigued her. Sometimes she
would talk about getting others involved. Her
imagination seemed to be running wild. One thing I
noticed about every scene that she imagined. She was
always in command, and I was always humiliated or
degraded.
I never responded to these ravings. None of her
scenarios interested me in the slightest. But she
didn't care. She was talking to herself, and it seemed
to get her excited. She never seriously suggested that
we actually do any of the things she talked about.
Our arrangement seemed to be a happy one for her. It
wasn't happy for me, but I managed to endure it.
Whenever and wherever I could, I networked and tried
everything I could get work, but the recession
continued, and so did the arrangement.
One weekend, Lily surprised me when we had finished
making love. "I know you like to be on top," she said,
"and we haven't done that for a long time. But next
Sunday, I'm going to let you be on top."
"What do you mean?" I asked, but she looked away and
wouldn't say anything more.
***
Lily didn't say anything about Sunday for the entire
week. I was puzzled. What could she mean about me
being on top? I knew she didn't like the position, and
it was now almost a year since I lost my job and my
right to make love on top of her seemed to go along
with it. What made her change her mind? Was she
feeling sorry for me?
Sunday morning around 10 a.m., the doorbell rang. I
opened the door in my robe expecting to send away a
salesman, but it was a beautiful woman instead. At
least that was the first thing I thought of when I saw
her.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Audrey." She stuck out her right
hand. As I shook it, I saw that she was carrying a
case of some kind in her left hand. I figured she
wanted to come in and show me what she was selling.
But she didn't ask me anything.
"Let me put this down and then I'll go and get the
rest of the equipment," she said. "Is it all right if
I park in your driveway."
"Sure," said Lily. She had come up behind me. She
seemed to know Audrey. I became uneasy.
"What's going on?" I said as Audrey sashayed to the
foot of the stairs, deposited the case and went back
out. I watched her cute rear moving in an enticing way
as she went quickly back and forth with more
equipment. Lily turned around and spoke with her back
to me.
"Audrey is a videographer," she said, "and one of her
specialties is making erotic home movies. Couples hire
her to shoot sexy videos of them making love. My boss
used her, and he showed me the videos she made with
him and his wife, but don't tell her that's how I
found out about her, because the boss's wife doesn't
know anyone else has seen her having sex.
"She's really good. She knows how to make the men and
the women look really hot, and she edits the movies so
you almost have an orgasm just watching them."
"And then she sells them on the Internet," I said
angrily.
"No I don't," said Audrey who had just come up again.
"At least not without permission. Some of my customers
are real exhibitionists, and they ask me to post their
videos so they can go online and see themselves as
stars. They really get excited about that. But most of
my customers want total discretion, and I never show
their videos to anyone. In fact, I give them a copy of
the final video and all the raw recordings and then I
destroy my copy." She smiled at me, and I melted. I
don't know why, but I trusted her. She seemed as sweet
as she was beautiful.
She started up the stairs with some of her equipment,
and Lily grabbed some and followed her. "Don't come up
the stairs yet," she told me, still with her back to
me.
I heard them talking, but their voices were too low
for me to hear what they were saying. They came back
down the stairs a couple of times to get more
equipment, and I thought I heard Audrey ask Lily
several times, "Are you sure?"
I was getting more and more nervous when Lily's voice
at the top of the stairs said, "OK, you can come up
now."
I barely recognized our bedroom. There was lighting
equipment all around it and several cameras on tripods
aimed at the bed from various parts of the room, some
high and some low. I saw a rolling stand like you'd
find in a hospital room behind one of the lights and
there was something hanging from it, but I couldn't
make it out.
"Please lie down on the bed in your usual position,"
said Audrey, and her face looked different than
before. It was no longer friendly and open. She had a
kind of quizzical, wondering expression, as if I were
some kind of strange animal that she was observing.
I shifted nervously in my robe and didn't follow her
instructions. Her friendly voice came back. "Don't
worry," she said. "I've seen everything." She didn't
sound convincing.
"What Lily and you like to do is none of my business,"
she said. "I'm just here to make you look good and
create the most exciting film I can, so you and she
can enjoy it whenever you want. Lily has told me about
your role-playing, and I know what you're doing today
is your private fantasy. It's not the real you. People
enjoy sex in many different ways. That doesn't mean
they aren't wonderful people in everyday life."
By the end of her speech, she sounded more like she
meant it. I started to get on the bed.
"Oh, please take off all your clothes first," Audrey
said. I took off the robe and my underwear and lay
down in the middle of the bed.
I heard her moving around the room making adjustments.
I looked straight at the ceiling. I wasn't even
slightly excited, and I almost felt embarrassed that
Audrey would see how soft I was.
After about 10 minutes of moving and adjusting things,
she said, "OK, Lily, I'm ready." Lily was already
naked when she came to the bed. She went right to her
hands and knees on top of me, facing my feet.
"Wait a minute?" I said, "I thought --"
She interrupted me. "You'll be on top today, but I
want to start off by showing a little of what else we
do," she said. "Audrey, I want you to come behind me
with your handheld camera to start with and get in
close, so you can see him going into my pubic hair and
finding my lips and spreading them apart as he pushes
his tongue in and starts licking. I'm really excited
about seeing him do this for the first time when we
watch your video.
"Then I'm going to shift and spread my cheeks as wide
as I can while his tongue starts massaging inside my
rear. And then he's going to stick his tongue deep
inside my anus as I play with myself until I come. I
want to see all of that in really sharp close-ups as
well from a distance."
Lily began playing with me, and I began eating her
out. I saw Audrey's face come up next to mine and felt
funny, but she was concentrating on capturing the
action.
Everything proceeded as usual for a while as I ate
Lily out to an orgasm in front and then began working
on her rear while her fingers fluttered in her vagina.
She inserted a couple of greased-up fingers from her
other hand into my rear, moved them around a little
and pulled them out.
Then I heard the sound of wheels and something
knocking against the bed. She began to push something
else inside me slowly. It was thin and hard, and it
kept going deeper and deeper. Finally, it stopped. All
this time, her other hand was strumming away inside of
her bush while my tongue was working between her
cheeks.
Then I felt it. Liquid was running into my bowels. She
had pushed some kind of tube into me, and I felt like
my entire intestinal tract was being flooded. My face
was trapped inside her rear, while my rear was being
filled. Now I understood what I had seen hanging from
the hospital pole -- an enema bag. Her fingers inside
her bush never stopped, and she began breathing
heavily. At last the liquid stopped flowing into me,
and I felt her carefully pulling the tubing and the
nozzle out.
Now with an effort, she rose off me and spoke between
pants. "I want you to lick my rear hole as fast as you
can," she said. "And push your tongue in and out of me
fast, too. The faster you get me off, the sooner I'll
let you up so you can go to the bathroom. I'm sure
Audrey doesn't want to film an ugly accident all over
our bed." I heard a gasp from Audrey, but she didn't
say a word and just kept aiming at my head and tongue.
Whether it was Lily's words or whatever she had put
inside me, I started feeling uncomfortable inside and,
second by second, I felt a greater urgency. I wasn't
going to be able to hold it in long, I thought, and my
tongue raced across and into and out of Lily's hole
faster than I thought possible. Soon she was making
sounds, but they weren't sounds of pleasure. It
sounded as if she was trying to hold herself back as
hard as I was trying to finish her off.
Finally, with a cry, she let go, and this time her
body lurched in violent jerks. I had never seen her
move as wildly in having an orgasm. As she slowed down
and I could pull my head out of her rear, I pushed her
off of me so I could jump out of bed and run to the
bathroom. I just made it.
I stayed there for almost 10 minutes, trying to decide
whether I should come out or not. After a final
inspection to make sure I was clean all over, I opened
the door. Lily was glowing and smiling. Audrey's face
was a mask that showed no expression.
"That was fantastic," Lily said, and then she turned
away from me again. "Now it's time for you to get on
top." She lay down in the middle of the bed where I
had been before. Her chest and breast and face were
still a little rosy, she was drenched in sweat, and as
she slowly spread her legs wide, the inside of her
that opened in the midst of the sweaty bush and the
puffy outer lips was bright red. I looked at her and
though my erection had disappeared once the enema was
running into me, I now became aroused again.
"Wait a second," said Audrey, and she moved slowly
around Lily with the camera, capturing every inch of
her sweaty body and the rosy skin on her chest and
face. Finally, she stepped back.
I was at full mast by this time, and I moved forward
on top of Lily. She pulled me down into her quickly,
and I was quickly inside her up to the hilt. Then she
put my head over her shoulder and held it there with
one hand, while she lifted her legs into the air and
wrapped them around my body. She began pulling her
legs tight against my back in time to my thrusts,
pushing me deeper inside her, then loosening her legs
when I was going up. I heard some noises behind me.
One was the rolling noise of the enema stand, and the
other was someone moving around. I thought it was
Audrey, but she had been in front of me a second
before. All I could see was a pillow, because Lily's
hands were holding my head down over her shoulder, and
her legs were pulling me in and releasing me.
As I moved in time with her legs, she let go of my
head with her hands and moved them down my back to my
butt. With each hand, she grabbed one of my cheeks and
began pulling them apart and releasing them at the
same pace as my body and her legs were moving. That
felt good, too. Then I felt one hand leave my cheeks
and reach out. Then the nozzle was being pushed back
inside of me.
"No," I said, but then her mouth covered mine, and she
was giving me a deep soul kiss while one hand came
back around my head and pushed my face into hers. The
other hand kept pushing the nozzle higher inside me.
Then stuff started flowing into me again, but this
time it felt thick and oily. I felt slimy inside and
even fuller than before when she slowly pulled the
nozzle out. She was making no effort to speed up or
finish me off, and her legs were still pressing me
tight as I moved against her. I saw that it would be
hard to get free, and I wondered for a moment what the
video would look like when the grease began spurting
out of my rear. As if she read my mind, she began
pulling my cheeks apart again as I plunged in and out
of her.
Then my blood ran cold. I felt something touching my
rear as she held my cheeks open. It began pushing, and
it was huge. Even though I was full of oil, it was so
thick, it had trouble entering me. But it kept on
pushing, slowly and relentlessly, and as it did, my
fright turned to anguish as my anus felt like it was
being ripped apart. Finally, my hole expanded enough
for it to enter. I felt a horrible stretching pain as
the thing pushed into my bowels and heard disgusting
noises as the oil squirted out around it and ran down
between my cheeks onto the bed.
Lily was sliding around on the oil that came out of me
as she squirmed beneath me. She was trying to get me
moving into her again, but I stayed completely still
and tried to hold my breath as the huge thing slowly
worked its way into me. Finally, she stopped moving
and spoke. "Do you like it," she said. "When my two
hands wouldn't go around it, I knew it was perfect for
you." She laughed, and it was an ugly laugh.
The thing was not all the way in, but it had stopped.
By this time, I realized there was a body connected to
it. He leaned forward and put his long arms on both
sides of me. He began slowly lifting and lowering
himself, pushing his huge thing in and out of me. It
was so tight in me that even with all the grease, it
didn't move smoothly at first. Instead, it seemed to
be lifting my entire body off Lily. Then my weight
pulled me loose, and I dropped back onto her. And then
it pushed deeply inside again. The pain was
excruciating.
When I fell on top of Lily and pushed her into the
bedsprings, she tried to bounce back hard at me. Each
time she slammed into me the huge monster was shoved
in further. I was frantic. I tried to get off her and
away from the punishing cylinder, but I couldn't get
free. I saw Audrey's face as she moved her close-up
camera from the front to behind me, and I felt
humiliated and disgusted as I was blowing air out fast
to deal with the pain.
Finally, Lily stopped bumping me. "It's no use," she
said to the man, or maybe it was Audrey. "He's
shriveled down to nothing." She slid around on the
greasy bed and extricated herself from me. I lay flat
on the grease with the monster sticking out of me. Now
I could really feel the body of the man on top of me.
"He's supposed to be on top, I promised him," Audrey
said. She was now sitting on a chair next to the bed,
watching us. When the man heard this, he put his
sweaty arms around me and rolled to the side and then
onto his back, pulling me with him. He began sliding
across the grease on the bed. We were both on our
backs, and I was on top of him with his tool deep
inside me. Because of all the grease, we were sliding
in every direction, but he finally was able to move to
the headboard, where there were some pillows stacked
up. He lifted his body and me with it and got onto the
pillows and then leaned back until he was at a 45-
degree angle. He brought his legs back, and then he
pulled my legs up.
Now we were both facing Audrey's camera, with me
sitting on his lap, impaled by his tool. In all the
maneuvering, the pole inside me never got soft. He
began to rock me back and forth, pushing his pole in
and out. The feeling was horrible.
"Stop," said Lily. "He still isn't on top. He needs to
be on top."
The man made a sound of exasperation and stopped
rocking me. He now reached forward and grasped me
around the thighs, right behind my knees. He pulled
back and my knees were lifted off the bed and my rear
was in the air. Lily came over and adjusted the
pillows until he was lower than a 45-degree angle, and
I was definitely on top of him. As he held my legs
open, he began to bounce his rear on the bed. With
each bounce, he went deeper into me, squeezing out
more grease and making that ugly sound. He began
bouncing faster and faster, hitting the bed with his
bottom and my rear with his thighs. I felt the huge
pole being forced deep inside. Finally, I lost it and
screamed in agony.
What came next was even worse. He stopped bouncing me,
grabbed me behind my knees and pulled hard. As he
pulled my body back, his long, thick penis ripped out
of me and made a noise like a loud pop. I felt more
lubricating liquid run out of me.
For a second, time seemed to stop, and then he lowered
my body straight back onto his pole. He pushed quickly
in and out of me a few times and then pulled me back
even more quickly. This time the pop was louder, and I
felt as if my body was being pulled inside out. As his
tool was yanked out, he moved his hands to my cheeks
and pulled them wide apart. It felt like he had made
my anus into a huge hole before he lowered me onto his
thick pole again. Lily got up from her chair and moved
onto the bed next to me.
I saw her head move close to where he was devastating
my rear. He popped out loudly again and she bent down
further as he pulled my cheeks apart and held me open.
I saw only the top of her head as she shifted
position, sloshing the oil around the bed as she
moved.
Once again, he lowered me onto his pole, and this
time, as he sped up, he pushed it so deep inside that
his testes bounced against my cheeks. Then he pulled
out so fast that there was a hissing sound from the
lubricant squirting out before the loud pop.
As he pulled my cheeks wide apart, I felt something
entering me. At first I didn't understand, but as the
thing pushed further into me, I realized it was Lily's
five fingers. They were stopped as she pushed up to
the knuckles, but then she applied more pressure and
with a quick stab of pain, I felt her entire hand
inside me. She kept pushing and soon her wrist was
inside and then her forearm. I felt like my guts were
being smashed into mush. She didn't let up until I
heard her loud exclamation, "I can't believe it. I got
it all in." I looked down and saw had her arm inside
me up to her shoulder. I felt sick to my stomach.
She moved her arm slightly in and out for a few
seconds, but my groans were so loud, she quickly
stopped and slowly pulled her arm out. When her hand
got up to the opening again and she pulled it through,
the pain was doubly intense from when she inserted it.
When all of her was out of me, the pain and the
mortification of what she had just done was
overwhelming, and I began sobbing.
The man lowered me onto his pole again and resumed his
fast thrusting as I writhed in pain. Meanwhile Lily
held her slimy arm in front of my face. She had a
triumphant look on her face, but she got no reaction
from me except grimaces that I couldn't control, and
after a few minutes, she yelled out, "Stop!" Her voice
sounded strange and breathy, like it did when she was
on the verge of an orgasm.
"Wait," she said to the man. "He's not enjoying
himself. Let me work on him while he's on top." At
that moment, I hated her more for saying that than for
anything else she was doing to me. The cruelty of her
mocking words burned into me.
She came over and started to use her hands on me, but
I remained limp and unresponsive. I thought to myself,
how can she possibly arouse me when I'm in such pain
and discomfort?
"Wait a minute," she said, and I saw her get up and
wheel something up to the side of the bed. It wasn't
the enema stand this time, but a platform with a small
device on it that was plugged in.
She turned a switch, but I didn't hear a sound. Then
she brought what looked like a little suction cup down
to the tip of my shriveled tool. As she held it there,
I thought she was making some kind of joke again,
because I couldn't feel a thing down there.
In a minute, the joke was over. The little thing was
gently sucking me in and then releasing me. It was as
if I was being sucked by a butterfly. It almost
tickled. But as if I was watching a movie, I saw
myself responding and slowly growing.
Gradually, I began to feel urgency in my loins, mixing
with the discomfort inside my rear. Lily pulled the
device away and nodded to the man, who began
assaulting my insides again as her hands went to the
hard pole now sticking straight out of me. But the
horrible feeling of his invasion was too much, and
soon I was drooping again.
She lifted a hand and the man stopped while she
brought the little pump back into play. This time she
left it on longer until she felt my body pushing to
meet it and then she took it away again and resumed
with a fist around me going up and down while her
other hand played with my testicles. I couldn't
control a cry as the man resumed his thrusts, but this
time I stayed hard and again felt the urgency
building.
Lily slowed down, as she knew how to do, and then
brought me to the edge and back a couple of times.
Finally, she said to the man, "Tell me when you're
ready." He seemed to be going in and out faster than a
bullet now, and I couldn't help blowing out and
sobbing in time to his thrusts. Lily kept taking me to
the edge and then pulling me back.
Finally, I felt him start to move around behind me.
"I'm coming," he shouted and as I felt him explode
inside me, Lily brought me over the top, and I erupted
in huge streams that she directed high into the air.
She was laughing and giggling as she watched them.
I was not laughing or enjoying the release at all
because I was hurting inside so much. Everything was
still for a minute, and then I heard Audrey's voice
speaking quietly. "Will that be all?" she said, and
Lily said, "Yes." As the man's mighty cylinder finally
collapsed and fell out of me, I saw her packing up her
equipment. She tried to keep her poker face, but every
once in a while, I saw her look at me sitting on the
bed, and her expression seemed a mixture of sadness
and wonder. For some reason, her expression made me
feel even more humiliated because I was sure she
thought I was the most disgusting pervert she had ever
filmed.
Lily walked out of the room and went down the stairs
with the man. As soon as she left, Audrey came over to
me and quickly whispered, "Did you plan all this
together?"
"No," I said with a sob. "I had no idea -
"Shhh," she said. "I thought so. She lied to me. I
have to finish the work that I contracted, but I
promise you I would never have agreed to this if I
didn't think you both wanted it. Here's my card. If I
can ever make it up to you, please call me." She gave
me a peck on the cheek and was back to her packing
when Lily returned.
***
About a week after the worst day in my life, the sun
came through the clouds. Out of the blue, I got a call
from a nice woman I had met at Denny's three months
ago. There was an opening in the finance division of
her company, and she asked me to send her my resume. I
emailed it within the hour.
Lily and I had returned to the same pattern as before
that horrible Sunday, but any kind of human feeling
for her was now impossible for me. She didn't seem to
care, and when a package arrived from Audrey, she was
beside herself with excitement.
After dinner, she went to the DVD player and inserted
the disk. I went upstairs to the bedroom and lay in
the dark with the radio on so I couldn't hear
anything. In an hour, she came up with her face beet
red and wearing a lascivious leer that made her look
like a rabid animal in heat. She quickly ripped off
her clothes, jumped into bed and tried to get me to
begin working on her.
When I didn't respond, she took the initiative and
began sucking on me and manipulating me until she got
me hard, and then she pushed me down and inserted me
into her wet vagina and began riding me hard. I
couldn't help myself and was soon meeting her thrusts.
For some reason, we finished together, both screaming
and flailing. Then we were both silent. I felt as
degraded as I did on that horrible Sunday. We went to
sleep without exchanging a word.
The next day I was called for the job interview. I
didn't say anything to Lily, even when she came home
with a long face. I was surprised when I went to eat
her out, because there was no deposit there. At dinner
she morosely explained why. "My boss is being
transferred to Mobile," she said. "He wants to take me
with him, but there's no way I can go. The person
replacing him already has an executive assistant, so
I'm being let go in two weeks. What are we going to
do?" She didn't say anything more, but I understood
that she had cut her boss off because sex with him
wouldn't help keep her job. I didn't say anything.
My interview took place the next day, and it was a
breeze. When it was over, I was taken directly to HR
and spent the afternoon taking a drug test and filling
out papers so I could start the next Monday. I walked
out of the building calmly, in case anyone was
watching me, but once I drove out of the parking lot,
I yelled at the top of my lungs.
That night when Lily came home, I told her the good
news. She seemed both happy and shocked. She was
leaning back in her chair expectantly, but I didn't
approach her. After a while, she got up, and we ate
dinner while I told her more about my new job.
She tried to entice me into making love when we went
to bed, but I didn't respond. Finally, she got up and
went downstairs. I heard the sound from the video
Audrey had made, but this time it didn't bother me,
and I soon fell fast asleep.
Through the weekend, I didn't touch her, even though
she tried several approaches, once even doing a little
naked erotic dance before she got into bed. I was
tempted because she still had that amazing body
despite the look of desperation on her face. But I was
proud of myself for not giving in.
Monday was the first day of my first week of work and
the first day of her last. I came home just minutes
before she did, and when she walked in, I was sitting
back in the easy chair where she usually sat, with my
legs spread wide apart.
I didn't say anything, but I looked intently at her.
She looked me in the eye and then looked at my
sprawled-out body. Then she silently went into the
kitchen.
The same thing happened the next two days. On
Thursday, I again said nothing as she walked by me
into the kitchen, but at dinner, I said, "Lily, I need
to talk to you, but I don't want to do it tonight.
We'll do it after work tomorrow." Not much was said
after that, and she went to bed silently. During our
usual hurried breakfast, she was deep in thought, and
I saw her gazing at me several times out of the corner
of my eye.
That evening, I was sprawled across the chair again
when she came in the door. She looked down at me and
for a moment she seemed to be shaking. But then a
determined look came over her face.
She put down her purse and without even taking off her
shoes or her jacket, she knelt between my legs and
began unbuckling my belt and unzipping me. She slowly
pulled my pants down, and then I lifted my rear for
her to pull off my underwear.
After that she took me into her mouth while her
fingers went to my testicles. She was enthusiastic and
proficient, and within five minutes, she had me
moaning and pouring myself into her mouth. She got up,
looked down at my pole waving in the air and then went
upstairs. In about 10 minutes, she came down in her
robe and we had dinner. The conversation was pleasant,
although she seemed a little on edge.
This became our pattern every weekday. She took over
all the household duties once her job ended, and she
greeted me with an enthusiastic mouth and hands when I
came home.
In bed, she sometimes initiated sex by going between
my legs again, and sometimes I did the same to her.
But after we were aroused, I quickly moved on top of
her and that's how we always finished. I kept waiting
for her to complain or try to get me to do something
else, but she never did. She seemed satisfied, but I
still had a lot of baggage to deal with from the
previous year.
***
"Would you get that," I said to her when the doorbell
rang on a Sunday morning a couple of months after I
had started my new job. We were both in our robes at
the breakfast table with the newspaper.
She got up and didn't see me follow her to the front
door. It was Audrey. "What are you doing here?" Lily
said to her.
"I hired her for today," I answered from behind Lily,
startling her. "Let's sit down in the living room
while she sets up and I'll explain."
When we sat down, I looked at her. Her face had a
worried look as she listened to me intently. I was
speaking in a low, calm voice, and she was leaning
forward so she wouldn't miss a single word.
"I thought about the previous video shoot that you
enjoy watching so much," I said, "and I decided that
I'd like one for myself. This time you can be on top.
"I called up Audrey, and she told me she was so upset
after our job that she stopped doing any erotic
assignments, but I talked her into this one last job
because she is so angry at what you made her do and
feels so sorry for me.
"You deceived me, and you lied to Audrey when you told
her that we had planned everything together and that I
enjoyed being humiliated. But I'm not going to do the
same thing to you. I'm going to tell you right now
what will happen upstairs, and unlike me, you'll have
the choice of not participating.
"The first part will be similar to what you used to
like. You will lie down under me and I will eat out
your vagina. Meanwhile, you will eat me out like I
used to do for you, licking me and pushing your tongue
deep into my anus and then making love to it. Then
you'll get an enema, and once you are clean inside,
I'll lie down, and you'll get to be on top and ride me
hard, like you enjoy doing. Then I'm going to pull
your cheeks wide apart and stick the enema nozzle
inside you again to fill you up with lube, just like
you did to me.
"After you're full of lube, I'll grab your butt cheeks
and pull them apart again for someone to enter your
anus. I also selected him carefully, just like you
did, to make sure I couldn't close my hands around
him. Of course, my hands are bigger than yours.
"After he is all the way inside your ass, you'll
experience your first double penetration, as we both
go in and out of you. I'm not excited about being in
bed with another man, but I understand the feeling of
making love while someone is pressing the inside wall
against you from the other hole feels incredible and
can result in a huge orgasm. I'll try to hold out as
long as I can to let you enjoy the experience.
"When I've finished, the man will keep on going in
your rear. He's a professional and can control himself
better than me. Once I'm out of you, he'll pull you
back to the same position as I was in your video.
Then, just like you did with me, I'll have him go
faster and faster.
"While he does that with your ass, I'm going to get my
fingers into your vagina and eventually my whole hand.
When I'm in as deep as I can get, I'll work in rhythm
with him for a while to give you a completely full
experience.
"After I pull my hand out, I'll see if he can make you
pop like a champagne cork a few times, just like I
did, and then he'll hold your ass open so I can get my
arm up your rear hole, too. I doubt if my big arm can
go as high up as yours did, but I'll see how far I can
go.
"We'll finish with another sandwich. While he's under
you and reaming your rear, I'm going to get on top of
you and into your vagina. This way we'll both be on
top. You'll be on top of him, and I'll be on top of
you.
"When we both come inside you, Audrey will get some
close-ups of our white cream coming out of you, and
that will end the video and today's activities. But
there's more.
"For the next two months - unless I decide to stop
before that -- when I come home from work, before you
suck me off, you'll spread my butt cheeks with your
hands and eat out my rear. We'll alternate with me
lying on my back while you face me and with me on my
hands and knees while you put your face in from
behind. That should get me hard enough that you'll be
able to get me to come in your mouth quickly. You'll
do the same thing when we make love on the weekend.
After that, I will take you in the ass in various
positions. I know that you hate anything being put
into your anus, but it's no more disgusting for you
than eating another man's semen out of you was for me,
so I don't feel bad at all about demanding this.
"But I'm not going to be selfish, like you were. After
that, it will be your turn, and I'll be ready to do
anything you want that excites you and me both, which
is the way it should have been from the beginning, and
I realize I'm partly to blame for that.
"That's about it. I'm thinking that in a couple of
months, maybe sooner, I can work out all the horrible
thoughts about you that are in my mind, and then we
can begin building a life together based on love,
without any more shame. That's because I still love
you.
"But I realize you may not feel the same way, so you
can ask me to leave the house right now, and I will.
You won't have to live in a slum when we divorce. With
your share of the house and my alimony, you'll have
enough for a nice one-bedroom apartment in an older
high-rise. Someday the recession will end and you'll
probably get a job again and be able to afford a
better place.
"Audrey and I have talked a lot on the phone the last
few days. She's a wonderful girl, and if you decide we
should split, I'm going to ask her out. I tried to get
her involved today, and she even considered my
suggestion for teaching me to film you eating out her
pussy and her ass because she despises you so much for
what you made her do. But lucky for you, she's not the
kind of person you are, and she couldn't live with
herself if she forced that on you.
"Audrey should be ready upstairs soon, and I need a
decision. I'm going to go up while you stay here and
think about it. When you come up in 15 minutes, you'll
get into bed and lie there while Audrey adjusts all
her cameras and lights. If you do anything else, I'll
pay Audrey and send her home. While she's breaking
down her equipment, I'll start packing, and the next
time I see you will be in court."
While I was talking, I was looking at Lily, but my
eyes were focused in the distance because I was
imagining the situations I was describing. I found
that I had aroused myself. I got up and started toward
the stairs, and then I heard a strange sound like
someone was being strangled. I turned around. Lily's
body was shaking. She was pale as a ghost, and she was
staring at me in horror.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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