When Sarah McBride saw the postman come up the walkway, she had no premonition that her safe, contented little world was about to collapse at her feet. Despite the bleak February skies, the dark-haired young woman's spirits were sunny that fateful morning. Humming a carefree tune, Sarah dried her hands on the kitchen towel and went to get the day's mail. The voluptuous brunette felt only mild curiosity when she saw the envelope addressed to Mrs. Sarah McBride. Probably just some ad, she thought, placing the rest of the mail on top of the television set.

It wasn't until she tore open the envelope, and its contents spilled out, that a horrified gasp escaped her throat. Sarah's hand flew to her mouth and her face flushed crimson. Her heart hammered like that of a captive bird as she clutched the letter with trembling hands.

DO YOU WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO SEE THESE? the scrawled message read. THINK ABOUT IT, SWEET SARAH. BECAUSE YOU'LL SOON BE HEARING FROM ME AGAIN!

A strangled sob tore from her throat as she bent to retrieve the photographs that had fallen to the floor. Pictures Sarah had hoped, desperately, that she would never see again, that she had tried to shove into some dark and distant corner of her mind. Still, there had always been that nagging fear that someday, they would turn up again to threaten her happiness. As Sarah lifted the lurid photos, her hands trembled, for she knew that that dreaded someday had arrived! The sordid past she had tried to escape had finally caught up with her, threatening to rob her of all that she held so dear. Her beloved husband Mike and their precious daughter Jill.

Mike loved Sarah, trusted her, held her on a pedestal. "My sweet Sarah," he often whispered as he held her close. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have a wonderful wife like you!"

Every time Mike uttered those words, Sarah felt a wave of guilt ripple through her, for she was not as sweet and innocent as her husband imagined. And the tall, shapely brunette whispered a silent prayer that her past would remain buried. She feared that Mike would be hopelessly disillusioned if he ever learned the ugly truth, that the wife he held in such high esteem had posed for pornographic photos before they were married! Sarah had agonized countless times over the possibility of Mike's discovery of her sordid past, wondering what would happen if that fearful day should ever arrive. And she always came up with the same frightening answer.

"He'll divorce me," she whispered to the empty room, her hand clutching her constricted throat. "And take my darling Jill away from me, declare me an unfit mother!" The mere thought of that occurring made Sarah's lips tremble and her green eyes fill with tears. She loved her husband and daughter with all her heart. They were Sarah's whole world now. They had completely filled the emptiness that had settled after her mother's death five years before. Sarah had not really begun to live until she met Mike. The four years of their marriage, despite its problems, had been the happiest Sarah had ever known. And little Jill was the precious living product of their love. The twenty-three-year-old felt her heart wrench with pain as she clutched the anonymous letter in her shaking hand, for she could not bear to lose either one of them.

Who could have sent the letter? she wondered, her mouth dry as she stared at the lewd poses she had participated in before she met Mike. Who had finally unveiled the ugly truth about her, unearthed the dark secret that Sarah had tried, all these years, to keep hidden? That she had needed money so desperately during the final months of her mother's lengthy illness, that she had reluctantly agreed to perform lewd sex acts in front of a camera.

Sarah had not wanted to resort to pornographic modeling, but she had no other choice. Her modest secretarial salary just would not stretch to cover the skyrocketing bills resulting from her mother's illness. When she had tried out for fashion modeling, tall and curvaceous Sarah was told that she was not at all suitable for modeling clothes, for her eye-catching figure was far too voluptuous.

Not long afterward, Sarah saw the newspaper advertisement for a photographer's model. MUST BE ATTRACTIVE AND HAVE GOOD FIGURE, the ad stated. Sarah answered the ad eagerfy. When she heard how well the job paid, her spirits soared. Especially when the photographer assured her that she was perfect for the type of modeling he needed. The new medicine that the doctor had prescribed for her mother's pain was so expensive that Sarah worried about how she was going to manage to have it refilled. There were no other relatives to turn to for financial assistance, and her mother was solely dependent on Sarah. Landing this lucrative modeling job was the perfect answer to her financial problems.

It was not until she actually showed up for her first session before the camera, that Sarah discovered just what type of modeling the job entailed. At first, she was tempted to walk out and never return. The things she was expected to do made her cheeks flush crimson. Then she remembered, with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, that she had just received another lofty medical bill the day before for laboratory tests her mother had required. To add to her problems, she was almost out of the expensive pain-killing drug that her mother needed to lessen the agony of the dreaded killer disease ravishing her wasted body. And Sarah knew, with a heavy feeling of resignation, that she had no choice in the matter. She needed money desperately and this was the only way she could get it. I'll do it for mother, she told herself as she started to remove her clothing. And no one need ever know!

That had been five years ago. Death had claimed her mother just a few months after Sarah had begun her secret, part-time modeling. When her mother died, Sarah quit her extra job immediately. With her mother's insurance money, she was able to clear up the remainder of the staggering medical bills. Trying to put what she had done out of necessity out of her mind, Sarah never stepped in front of the camera again. She was not proud of what she had done, but Sarah knew that it had been unavoidable. She would do it again, if she had the opportunity to go backward in time, because she received some small comfort from the knowledge that her beloved mother had suffered far less because of the money Sarah had earned from her secret and sordid job. It's all in the past now, Sarah tried to tell herself, as she concentrated solely on her secretarial position. And no one need ever know!

Six months later, she had met Mike McBride and he more than compensated for the unhappiness she'd known during the trying time of her mother's terminal illness. After a whirlwind courtship, they became husband and wife. Now, after caring for her mother for so long, Sarah finally had someone to look after her. Six years her senior, Mike treated her as though she were made of spun glass. He proved to be everything a woman could ask for in a husband. Well, almost everything.

The only quality really missing from their relationship was sexual fulfillment. Although Sarah found her two-hundred-pound, six-foot husband extremely attractive, something was definitely lacking in their marriage bed. Mike was a gentle, considerate lover, but not very demanding or adventuresome. He treated Sarah like some fragile china doll, and somehow Sarah longed for more. Although she hated herself for her lustful thoughts, the pretty brunette found herself thinking, longingly, about some of the lewd sexual activities she'd engaged in during her brief, secret modeling career. The men who were her partners had been strangers to her, but still, Sarah recalled with ripples of both excitement and shame, she had responded to their touch. She had been instructed to portray pleasure in front of the camera and Sarah did as she was told. Only she knew that the response she displayed was often genuine, that she secretly enjoyed the lustful acts she was performing for money.

I must be oversexed, Sarah often thought, her cheeks burning with shame.

Sarah found herself thinking that often after she and Mike were married. If our sex life is enough for Mike, why can't it be enough for me? she often wondered. Sarah dreamed, in vain, about the day that she would know complete and total satisfaction after their lovemaking. Instead, the well-stacked brunette felt a vague dissatisfaction. Just once, she wished that Mike would take her roughly and savagely pound his big pole of masculinity into her cock-hungry cunt, making her gasp with both pleasure and pain. She secretly fantasized about hearing him use the same coarse language that the actors used during the pornographic sessions, of having him cry out to her in wild abandon instead of remaining silent while they made love.

Sarah found herself wishing that her husband would demand that she suck his cock the way she had sucked the big pricks that had been rammed in her throat as the camera clicked. Even though she cared nothing for the male models she had worked with, Sarah had liked the feel of their warm meat in her mouth. During her brief career, she had learned to suck cock with admirable expertise, so that her sex partners climaxed fast and hard, spilling their hot semen into her waiting mouth. Sarah did not have to pretend when she felt their torrid cargo explode in her mouth. The lustful gleam in her eyes was genuine as she eagerly swallowed their hot juices. Just as the frantic swirl of her pelvis was real when her male partners fucked her with gusto, cramming their merciless rods into her heated cunt from every imaginable position. Sarah had learned a great deal during her brief but torrid career. Not only about sex but about herself. And she inwardly feared that she might be oversexed.

She had hoped that marriage to a big hunk like Mike McBride would put a stop to the secret longings of her ripe body, that her husband would be the passionate and demanding lover she ached for. Instead, Mike had proved to be merely adequate in bed. Even though Sarah reached a climax when her husband made love to her, hers was a shallow response, a mere mild fluttering within her saturated vaginal walls. And Sarah yearned for so much more!

The thought of cheating on Mike, however, never entered the shapely brunette's mind. Sarah devoted herself to her husband with the same fervor she'd dedicated herself to her mother. The happiness of those she loved always came first with Sarah. That's why she never told Mike of her unfulfilled and persistent sexual desires. First of all, she did not want to hurt his masculine pride by intimating that he was lacking as far as his sexual prowess was concerned. Second, Sarah was convinced that Mike preferred her to remain passive in bed, that he wanted her to play the role of the sweet, innocent wife in every aspect of their marriage, so she remained silent. And she turned to a vibrator to satisfy the secret cravings of her frustrated pussy.

She kept the plastic pseudo-prick hidden in her dresser drawer. It was only when she was alone that she used the mechanical aid to help satisfy the throbbings of her heated cunt. Then, Sarah would spread her legs and send the penis-shaped piece of plastic far into her leaking aperture, shoving it in and out with the gusto she wished Mike would show during their lovemaking. It was then, and only then, that the voluptuous brunette would cry out in wild abandon, the way she did not dare cry out with her husband.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she would gasp, her legs trembling as she masturbated with vigor. "Harder, deeper!" she'd beg, thrilling to the forceful penetrations of the whirling vibrator. "Fuck my cunt!" she'd cry, pretending that her husband was screwing her the way she secretly wished that he would. Although the vibrating sex-gadget did not take the place of a real, live prick, it helped to relieve some of Sarah's frustrations. And it kept her from turning to other men for fulfillment of her lusty sexual appetite.

Now, as the curvaceous young woman gazed at the lurid photos of herself which had come in the morning mail, she felt a tension building in her luscious body. Her temples throbbing as she wondered about the anonymous sender. Who had unearthed her dark past? And now that this blackmailer was on to her, what did he or she want?

Sarah grew tense, for she had no way of paying off a blackmailer. She had no money of her own at all. Even though she had been the sole beneficiary of her mother's insurance policy, the woman's monumental medical bills had consumed every penny. And Mike gave just a small personal allowance in addition to her household money. Scarcely enough to grease a greedy palm. Mike just didn't make that kind of money. Although they lived comfortably on the profits of his small television repair shop, it required careful budgeting.

How can I silence him? Sarah wondered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip so hard that she almost drew blood. Sarah did not know the answer to her dilemma. But as her eyes passed over the painfully familiar photographs she'd received in the morning mail, the lovely brunette knew that she would do anything she possibly could to keep her beloved husband from seeing those pictures. And she also knew that she had been living on borrowed time. The four years of happiness she had known with Mike had come to an abrupt end, while a private hell had just begun. She was now at the mercy of some unknown and unscrupulous individual, one who possessed the frightening power to destroy her marriage!

As Sarah viewed each pornographic pose from her past, she became aware of another kind of tension mounting within. Along with her trepidation, she felt an undeniable sexual excitement course through her. Although she was ashamed of her reaction, she could not stop the ripples of desire from washing over her body.

One photograph showed Sarah naked and bent, sprawled before a male who was denuded of all but a lascivious expression as he shoved his big swollen prick into her widely stretched mouth. The voluptuous brunette licked her full lips as she gazed at the photo, remembering how good that warm joint had felt inside her receptive oral cavity. The rapturous expression on her face was genuine as she sucked obediently for the cameraman. Sarah recalled the unmatched bittersweet flavor of masculine juices against her tongue ... and her mouth watered. How thrilled she would be if one day her good-looking, well-built husband would grab her by the hair, the way the model in the lewd photo was doing, and force her to go down on him and take his rampaging cock fully in her prick-hungry mouth.

Sarah's voluminous breasts rose and fell rapidly as she breathed harder. Her heartbeat quickening, she turned to another photo, her pussy fluttering wildly at the shockingly prurient pose. Her jade eyes grew dreamy as she gazed at her widely split legs as she saw herself lying on a kitchen table. Her gaping cuntal petals flowered boldly before the camera, their pink folds swollen and glistening with the nectar of her arousal as the handsome face of a male model nestled between her obscenely outspread legs. His pointed tongue stretched forward, its wet tip probing her sensitive cuntal lips.

Mmmmmmmmm, how good his tongue felt! Sarah recalled as she looked at the familiar photo. She remembered how she had begged him to keep on licking her cunt even when the camera had stopped clicking. Before they had moved on to another lurid pose, Sarah had grabbed her partner's head and held it between her outstretched, trembling legs, pleading with him to make her cum! She felt a slow warmth steal across her pelvis as she remembered how the man had accommodated her, flicking his raspy tongue back and forth and up and down until she cried out in sweet release, her hips bucking as she slammed up and down upon the table.

Sighing, Sarah recalled how that had been the very first time she had ever had her pussy eaten. At first, she had been shocked when the cameraman unleashed his instructions, ordering her up on the table. The thought of having the naked male model tongue the dark triangle between her widely splayed legs had filled the big- busted brunette with revulsion. That is, until she felt the first touch of his warmly wet tongue against her lewdly parted pussy. Sarah remembered too how she had gasped, how her bare tits had tightened into rosy peaks of excitement at the thrilling sensation, how she had split her legs as far as possible and moaned with pleasure at this new and marvelous physical sensation. Even the cameraman had teased her afterward, saying that she was either a tremendous actress or she had had the time of her life. After that, Sarah secretly yearned for that type of pose, and she surrendered herself completely to the ensuing lewd acts.

How many times had Sarah longed for the feel of Mike's tongue between her open legs. So many times when Sarah had had to bite her lip to keep from crying out, from begging her husband to eat her throbbing, tongue- hungry pussy. For she felt certain that such a plea would shock and disgust Mike, would shatter the false image he had created, the one of the sweet and innocent young wife.

The next morning, Sarah would wait until Jill was either at nursery school or sleeping. Then she would close and lock her bedroom door so that she could lie naked on her bed, her legs split and her pussy lewdly parted while she fingered her palpitating, frustrated cunt. As she would work her fingers back and forth, the wet sounds of her saturated membranes filling the empty room, the lovely brunette pretended that it was her husband's tongue making those delicious slurping sounds.

She would let her masturbating fingers bring her naked body to a feverish pitch just short of actual orgasm. Then she would remove her hand from between her parted legs to let the peak of mounting excitement fade. Again and again, she would bring herself to a point close to orgasm before pulling her hand away. After teasing herself over and over, she finally would let her fingers punish her wet pussy until she reached fulfillment. "Eat me, eat my cunt!" she'd scream as she climaxed, her hips jerking wildly as she bucked up and down in wild abandon.

Sarah's hot pussy was pounding hard now, and she felt a warm trickle dampen the crotch of her panties as she turned to another photo. A soft moan escaped her lips as she saw herself sitting naked on top of a good- looking man. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth hung open, as he sent his huge prick far into the creamy recesses of her tunnel of love. Her naked partner had his hands on Sarah's pale moons, and the sexually aroused brunette recalled how the man had used her bare asscheeks to lift her high into the air before he pulled her down on his towering shaft, ramming his crimson prick into her sensitive cervix. Sarah could tell by the lustful expression on her face that the photo had been taken just as her skillful partner had slammed her body down on him. Her nipples now rose into twin points beneath her sweater as she relived the glorious carnal sensations his pistoning cudgel had created. Being fucked in the woman-astride position was one of Sarah's favorite poses, for her partner's prick always seemed so much bigger as it penetrated her slick canal.

She wished fervently that Mike would fuck her this way. Her husband's enviable cock was the biggest she'd ever seen and Sarah often fantasized about having him enter her while she sat on top of him, her legs spread and her wet pussy parted. I'll bet Mike's prick would drive me clean out of my mind if we did it this way, she speculated as she stared at the photograph she'd posed for years before. Instead, however, Sarah had learned to be content with the usual woman-on-bottom, man-on-top position in her marriage bed. When her secret needs grew overpowering, she would squat naked and panting on top of her whirring vibrator, while in the privacy of her empty bedroom she shoved the make-believe cock high into nether depths of her cuntal tunnel.

"Oh fuck, fuck!" she'd pant, as she rose up and down on the plastic sex-gadget, pretending that it was her husband's hot poker invading her milky channel of love.

Sarah felt still another warm trickle in her panties as she looked at the final photograph. Her pussy was pounding furiously now, and her breathing was hot and ragged. She felt a deep warmth creep up her thighs as she saw the picture of herself bent over a footstool. The naked man behind her was pinching and twisting the fiery nipples of her dangling tits while he rammed his distended pole of manhood deep into her uplifted vaginal slit. Letting her tongue slide across her sensual lips, Sarah remembered, with a hot wave of desire, how good it had felt to be fucked from the rear. She recalled how her partner's big testicles had slapped her asscheeks as he pounded into her, how his punishing fingers had twisted and squeezed her sensitive nipples as he bore into her with strength and determination. She saw the ecstatic look on her face and knew that the expression she wore was a mere reflection of her carnal pleasure.

There were countless times, during their four years of marriage, that Sarah secretly yearned for Mike to make her bend over the side of their bed so that he could fuck her from behind. It was a wildly thrilling sensation, one that made her feel womanly and subservient. She loved being used that way, of having her huge breasts tortured deliciously, while she was soundly and thoroughly fucked at the same time. But Mike never forced himself upon her in that manner.

Instead, Sarah waited until she was alone. Then she would bend over the bed and shove the plastic vibrator deep into her hungry pussy, trying to make believe that it was the cock of the man she loved sliding in and out of her oily slot.

Now, as she looked at the scandalous photographs of herself, her lovely body pounded with need. Tense from both apprehension and desire, the voluptuous brunette wished fervently that things were different between herself and her husband, that their physical relationship was more earthy and candid. Then she would feel free to phone Mike at the television repair shop and ask him to come home for an unscheduled sex break. How comforting it would be to find release in her husband's arms at a moment like this. But Sarah felt certain that Mike would be appalled at such a bold suggestion from his wife ... especially when it came in the middle of the morning!

No, better she turn to the plastic pacifier she kept hidden in her dresser drawer for just such occasions. Her luscious body burning with need, the shapely dark-haired young wife carried the photos of herself into the bedroom and placed them on the bed. She walked over to the dresser, her hand trembling as she reached into her lingerie drawer to remove the vibrator. Sighing tremulously, she lifted her skirt and tugged at her panties, quickly stepping out of them. Breathing hard, she lay down on the bed with her skirt shoved up around her slender waist while she spread her stockinged legs far apart. The black of her garters stood out in stark contrast against the exposed portions of the pale, smooth thighs above her nylon stockings.

She aimed the fake cock at the creamy slit nestled among the wet folds of her parted coralline crevice, then reached for the lurid photos. She held them in her hand in fanlike fashion, so that she could view all the obscene poses at once while she masturbated. She felt the warmth of her heavily flowing love syrup trickle from her creamy aperture to trickle down the softness of her inner thigh as she held the sex-toy close to her steaming cunt. Viewing the pornographic photos increased her excitement and her split thighs trembled in hot anticipation as she brought the vibrator forward. She sighed as the softly rounded tip touched her sensitive inner pussy tissues, then gasped with pleasure as the end of the vibrator slickly found its way into her throbbing vagina.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, turning the button on so that the penislike apparatus vibrated thrillingly as she plunged it deep into her spongy canal. Gluing her eyes to the lewd photos she'd posed for, she gently shoved the whirring vibrator in and out, then increasing the strength and tempo of her movements. "Oh fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned, her hips rising in heated response as she pretended it was a real live prick sliding in and out of her with such marvelous force. Her lust fanned by the obscene poses before her half-closed eyes, she pushed the pseudo-prick in with gusto, feeling it bump against the mouth of her womb. A hot burst of pain shot through her, quickly followed by waves of searing pleasure. "Deeper, harder!" she cried, her hips whirling in excited little circles as the plastic vibrator flew in and out of her creamy aperture. The fake cock was heavily coated with the oils of her arousal now, and her wet pussy clung longingly to the gadget each time she withdrew its length only to shove it back in again. Oh, it felt so wonderful to have her cunt fucked the way she longed for Mike to screw her. Hard and deep and demanding. Her wildly throbbing pussy secreted even more of its thick sap, so that the vibrator was thickly coated with her feminine juices. Sarah felt her sexual excitement rise to a feverish pitch and she knew that an orgasm was imminent.

With well-practiced expertise, she quickly withdrew the false prick from her saturated cavern to allow the waves of carnal pleasure to diminish within her heated cunt. She did not want to climax just yet. The penislike structure she held in her hand felt far too good to have this session in self-stimulation end prematurely. She turned the vibrator off and lay the cream-coated sex-toy on the bed to struggle with her sweater. She pushed it up above her voluminous breasts, then turned sideways so that she could unhook her lacy bra. She lifted the frilly undergarment from her enormous tits and shoved it upward, freeing her twin spheres of femininity. Her rosy nipples tightened into bright rosettes at the sudden contact with air.

Gazing at the photos she held in her left hand, Sarah's right hand found its way to her boobs. "Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured as she let her fingers trail across her firm creamy flesh. She recalled, with a tremor of excitement, how thoroughly her huge tits had been sucked and fondled during her brief and secret modeling career. As she looked at the photos of herself now, she remembered how the photographer would instruct her male partners to suck on Sarah's nipples good and hard, treating each one to the pleasures of a warm mouth and drawing tongue. After a good workover, Sarah's mammoth breasts would look even more tempting for the camera, for their bright nipples would be fiery red, distended, and glistening with saliva, while the firm mounds of pale flesh encircling them rose into twin hills of luscious womanhood.

How Sarah secretly wished that Mike would go at her big boobs with greater gusto. Although he fondled and caressed them, occasionally nipping lightly at their uplifted tips, he treated the pale globes much too fragilely for Sarah's liking. Many was the time when she was tempted to cry out to her husband, to plead with him to grab her breasts forcefully, to suck at them until she cried out for mercy. She'd learned how marvelous it feels to have a warm, demanding mouth tug at the bright rosettes topping her firm mounds, and she longed for a repeat performance from her husband. Just as she inwardly yearned to have him squeeze her ivory hills of flesh with urgent hands rather than caress them lightly as he always did when they made love. Sarah was tired of being treated as if she was made of spun glass instead of warm flesh and blood. But she loved Mike far too much to risk hurting him by criticizing his techniques in the bedroom. Instead, she remained silent, trying to content herself with his timid caresses. When her need became too great, as it was right now, Sarah tried to vent her frustration by fondling her breasts herself in the privacy of her bedroom.

Her full mouth open and breathing hard, she attacked her bright nipples. Her hand moved quickly from one tit to the other, squeezing and pinching the rosy tips. The tender flesh grew rigid under her touch, rising into the air like two hot needles. She arched her back so that her twin hills of femininity rose even more invitingly, their crimson tips rising hotly, responding enthusiastically to her self-manipulation. "Suck my tits!" she said, panting as her fingers pinched and pulled on each uplifted rosette, her hand flying back and forth to give each firm mound equal time. When her ample tits were well-stimulated, she abandoned them to clutch the vibrator once again.

"Fuck, damn you, fuck!" she cried, sending the plastic mechanism into her palpitating canal with fervor. Her hips rose in quick response when she felt the object ram her tender cervix, sending hot bursts of glorious sensation coursing through her. Panting, she flicked on the button so that she would be further treated by steady vibrations of the cock-like structure sailing in and out of her saturated slot. "Don't stop!" she begged, fantasizing while she fucked herself. "Keep fucking! Harder, faster!" In and out the whirring vibrator moved. Wet sucking sounds accompanied her heavy breathing and her soaked pussy tissues clung wetly to the sex-toy upon each withdrawal. Her eyes thick- lidded and glazed, she kept staring at the lurid photos, her passion mounting. When she felt herself rising, heading for that marvelous peak of carnal pleasure, Sarah wanted to withdraw the vibrator, to forestall the ultimate moment of pleasure. But the whirling mechanism felt so marvelous sliding in and out of her steaming cunt that she could not stop. "Fuck, fuck!" she shrieked, shoving it in with frenzy while her hips whirled crazily. Suddenly bright bursts of color exploded within her as she reached the apex of carnal joy. "Aghhhhhhh," she cried. Her pelvis bucking, she pushed the whirring object in as hard and as deep as she could, ramming it into the mouth of her womb while she climaxed.

At last, the sweating brunette let her hips fall onto the mattress while she lay panting. Her lust temporarily sated, she turned off the vibrator and closed her eyes, sighing dreamily, her big breasts spread out into soft hills of satisfaction, and their bright nipples flattened into contented circles. If a mere vibrator felt this marvelous, how much better it would feel to have the man she adored fuck her like that! Sarah felt certain, however, that Mike's libido was simply smaller than hers, that he found sexual satisfaction much more easily than she. He seemed perfectly content with their lovemaking, while she had to resort to self-stimulation when her secret frustration became too great.

Still, Mike's a good man, she quickly reminded herself, ashamed of the fact that she found fault with the man she loved. And a perfect husband. Even if Sarah did have to masturbate now and then, she was still a very lucky woman to have a wonderful man like Mike McBride. Especially with her lurid past! Now that her passion was spent, Sarah regained her senses and she looked at the obscene photos of herself with fear and revulsion. She sat up and straightened the bed, then hooked her bra and reached down for her strewn panties.

She carried the heavily coated vibrator and the four photographs into the bathroom. First the curvaceous young woman cleansed the sex-gadget of her milky feminine secretions and set it on the sink. Then she lifted the photos and ripped them into a myriad of tiny pieces, her fingers moving with quick angry motions. A look of satisfaction crossed her pretty face as she saw the fragments flutter into the toilet. With a determined jerk of her hand, she flushed the toilet, sending the torn pictures into the sewer where they belonged. Even though she was certain that the person who had sent them to her could easily obtain more, at least this particular set was destroyed and could not accidentally be discovered by the man she loved. For Sarah felt certain that her beloved Mike would have nothing more to do with her if he ever learned of her sordid past.

How will I ever manage to silence the person who sent these to me? she agonized, biting her lip as she watched the water churn in the toilet bowl. The most I can manage is a few dollars a week!

While Sarah returned to her bedroom to conceal the vibrator in the bottom of her dresser drawer, it had never occurred to her distressed mind that the anonymous blackmailer wanted something she never suspected. The man was greedy, all right ... and unscrupulous as well. But the lovely brunette would soon learn that he lusted for something that would humiliate and degrade her far more than it would if he were merely hungry for money!

Chapter 2

Sarah hoped that her secret fears and guilt would not show at the dinner table that evening. She was grateful to little Jill for maintaining a lively three- year-old flow of chatter throughout the meal, diverting her husband's attention. After they had eaten and Sarah was clearing off the table, Mike suddenly announced that he was going out.

"You don't mind if I go to the Brewery for a couple of hours, do you, hon?" he asked, smiling at his wife.

Sarah felt a stab of disappointment. She did mind when Mike went to the small tavern on the edge of town. Even though she knew it was just his way of unwinding now and then, she knew from experience that he would stay away much longer than a couple of hours. He would come home late with the smell of beer on his breath when he fell into bed. Although he never actually got drunk, he always came home exhausted. Too exhausted to make love to her even when she waited up for him. Sarah secretly wished that the man she married would turn to her for release from his tensions instead of to a local tavern. Then maybe she would not need a vibrator either.

But Sarah did not voice any of her thoughts. Playing the role of the sweet and agreeable wife, she smiled sweetly. "Of course not, Mike," she told him, carrying a stack of dishes to the sink. "You work hard all day and it would do you good to get out for a while and relax."

Looking pleased, the burly man with the blond wavy hair gave her a quick hug. "You're wonderful, Sarah," he said, kissing her cheek. "How many men are lucky enough to have a wife like you! Most of them have to beg for a night out. And even then, their wives resent it."

I resent it, too! Sarah thought to herself, running water into the sink. I'd much rather you stay home and unwind in bed! But she kept a pleasant expression on her face while pouring dishwashing liquid into the sink.

"I'll get Jill ready for bed before I leave," Mike offered, leading their raven-haired daughter by the hand. "Then you can just relax and watch TV." He started out of the room, then turned, remembering something. "Oh yeah. I've got Gene's TV set out in the truck. I'll bring it in before I go. Gene said he'll stop by and pick it up tomorrow morning."

Sarah heard the delighted innocent laughter of their daughter as Mike made a game of getting the child into her night clothes. But she did not smile at the lighthearted sounds of their playfulness. Instead, she felt a flicker of annoyance the way she always did whenever her brother-in-law's name was mentioned. She disliked Mike's younger brother intensely. Although she managed to conceal the intensity of her emotion from her husband, Sarah felt certain that his nineteen-year-old brother Gene sensed the animosity that Sarah harbored toward him. She did her best to be polite to her husband's tall, lanky brother but she had to force herself to do so. Everything about Gene disgusted her. The way he leered at her when Mike wasn't looking, the way he took advantage of his older brother's good- natured generosity and affection. Sarah had lost track of the amount of money the boy now owed them. Whenever she mentioned the unpaid loans to Mike, however, he merely laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Gene's still a kid," he always apologized. "So he forgets to pay me back now and then. It's no big deal."

Maybe it didn't mean much to Mike but it mattered to Sarah. She just didn't like the way Gene used his older brother, ignoring him for weeks when he was caught up in his own activities, then showing up again with a phony grin whenver he needed something. Whether it was a time-consuming favor or a quick loan, Mike always indulged his younger brother.

"Maybe I do spoil Gene a little," Mike once admitted after shelling out the fine for his brother's latest traffic violation. "But I practically raised him singlehandedly after our folks died, Sarah. Somehow I guess I still feel responsible for him."

But Sarah felt that young Gene would stand on his own two feet more if Mike didn't keep making things so easy for him. Like fixing his television set. Sarah was certain that Gene would forget to pay his brother for services rendered. Just as he always forgot to repay loans. It wasn't as if Gene didn't earn good money on his graveyard shift at the factory. Gene shared a small studio apartment with a friend named Lenny and still had plenty of money to spare after expenses were met. But Gene squandered his paycheck on good times, always running to his older brother when things got tight and his wallet was not quite so well padded.

And now he was coming over tomorrow morning. Sighing heavily, Sarah hoped that he would not sit around and gab, keeping her from her work. She liked to make the best possible use of the hours that Jill spent at the nursery school so that she could play with her daughter in the afternoon. Well, if Gene looked like he was going to park himself all morning, Sarah would just have to invent some excuse to get rid of him.

Sarah had the dishes done by the time Mike returned from their daughter's bedroom. "She's all set to watch television with her mommy," Mike said with a smile when he joined Sarah in the kitchen. "I'll go get Gene's television set, then head for the Brewery."

After her husband had left, Sarah sat beside her small daughter on the livingroom couch, trying to concentrate on the musical variety show she had turned on. But her troubled thoughts kept turning to the disturbing letter she'd received that morning, along with the revealing photographs of herself. She wished, with a heaviness of heart, that Mike had not chosen this particular evening to go out for a few beers. She knew that without his companionship, she would spend the entire evening brooding about her secret dilemma once Jill was tucked in for the night. Then she felt a ripple of guilt for her selfishness. Mike really did deserve a night out with the boys occasionally, she reminded herself sternly. After all, he was only engaging in a little harmless recreation to help him relax after a hard day's work.

As Sarah sat beside her young daughter, holding the child's small hand in hers, the lovely brunette was secure in the belief that Mike was doing nothing more than going out to spend a few hours shooting the breeze with the fellow patrons of the Brewery.

Because she trusted her beloved husband implicitly, Sarah never once suspected that in a few short minutes, the man she adored would be pounding his fiery prick into the well-trodden cunt of a hard-faced platinum blonde named Lil. A woman who knew Sarah's husband in all the intimate and carnal ways that Sarah herself secretly yearned for!

* * *

Mike McBride had told his wife only half the truth when he said that he was going to the Brewery for a few beers. What he failed to add was the fact that he often shared the foamy brew with a bleached blonde divorcee who was usually occupying a stool at the bar. On the nights that Mike showed up, however, Lil downed her drinks faster than usual for she was in just as big a hurry as Mike was to get to her apartment.

After consuming their usual quota of alcohol, Mike and Lil left the bar arm in arm. Minutes later, they were sprawled in the middle of the divorcee's bed, their naked bodies intertwined. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the air as Mike lay on top of her, his distended prick poking the barfly's heavy thigh. He bent over her bosom, kneading her ample tits while he sucked greedily at one of her ruby nipples. His swollen testicles churning under the weight of their heavy load, he went at her big boobs with the fervor he dared not display at home. Mike had hungered for the taste of a savory mound of flesh for days now. If he had waited uch longer to satisfy his lustful urges, he was afraid that he might have lost control of himself with Sarah and gone after his wife's luscious breasts the way he was now devouring Lil's. And Mike did not want that to happen. His wife was far different from Lil. Sarah was not the kind of woman that a man handled roughly. His Sarah was sweet and good and decent, the kind of woman a man cherished and respected.

Mike always held himself in check whenever he and Sarah made love, being careful not to let his animal lust get the best of him. By exercising the utmost self-control, Mike managed to make love to his wife gently, tenderly, the way Mike felt that she both deserved and expected to be treated. It was when his frustration became overpowering, that he turned to earthy women like Lil. The hard-faced blonde under him liked being handled roughly, for her sexual appetite was as voracious as any man's. With someone like Lil, Mike could relax and let himself go sexually. Although he hated himself for cheating on his beloved Sarah, he had little choice in the matter. He loved his wife with all his heart but she did not satisfy all his sexual needs. Every so often, the young husband felt as if he would explode if he did not go out and find the kind of woman who would welcome the kind of sex he secretly hungered for. A lusty man-hungry gal like Lil.

"Mmmmmmmmm, that feels gooood," Lil moaned, arching her back in an effort to offer Mike even more of her vast hills of femininity. Her heavily mascaraed eyes glazed with lust, the overweight divorcee let her hands slide down Mike's smooth muscular back and over the curve of his bare buttocks. Sighing, she squeezed his pale asscheeks with enthusiasm, loving the feel of his firm flesh under her fingers. She ran her finger up the hairy crack of his ass, noting with satisfaction that her quick unexpected caress made gooseflesh appear on his nude body.

Although she was glad to be rid of her abusive ex- husband, Lil missed having a built-in sex partner. That's why she frequented the local tavern several nights a week. If she sat at the bar long enough, she could usually count on finding some eager cock willing to ram her hungry pussy. And Mike McBride was not only one of her regular cocksmen but he was also one of her favorites. The big burly Irishman really knew how to take care of a woman in the sack. He always gave her oversize boobs a great going over, using his hands and his mouth in ways that kept her happy for days. Although she was sometimes bruised and sore after one of their heated sessions, it was well worth the small price.

Now, as he squeezed and sucked at her mammoth tits, hot bursts of sensation coursed through her, making the blonde writhe with pleasure. Her pussy leaking profusely, it pounded out its hunger with a persistent beat. Her free-flowing cuntal juices oozed from her throbbing aperture to stain the bedsheet. She knew from experience how deliciously big Mike's luscious prick was and the knowledge that tonight she was in for an extra special treat added to her excitement.

At last Mike lifted his fair head from her bosom. Breathing hard, he rolled over on his back, his towering shaft reaching for the ceiling. "Get on top of me, baby," he panted, "and have yourself a go at my prick!"

Lil gazed at his towering shaft with adoring eyes. "You bet I will, sweetie!" she quickly agreed, licking her lips. Rising eagerly, she lifted a heavy leg to straddle his naked body, her well-padded asscheeks looming in front of Mike's handsome face. Grabbing the thick base of his swollen spear, the bleached blonde lowered her head, her mouth watering. She loved to suck on a cock almost as much as she loved to feel one crowd her pussy. The taste of a warm hunk of meat in her mouth made her entire body tingle. It wasn't often, however, that she got the chance to sample an oversize prick like Mike's. The mere thought of sucking on his tasty manhood made her oozing cunt flutter in anticipation.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, opening her mouth greedily while she brought her head all the way down to meet his bubbling joint.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Mike sighed, thrilling to the feel of her wet mouth encircling his hot poker. In seconds, the pudgy blonde had consumed the full length of his masculinity so that the oozing knoblike tip rammed the back of her throat. Once her widely stretched mouth had devoured every possible inch, the blonde began to suck vigorously. Fiery bursts of carnal pleasure tore through Mike's throbbing penis at the feel of her drawing tongue. "Oh, baby!" he gasped, lifting his hips in quick response. "That's gooood! Keep suckin'!"

Encouraged by his praise, the plump divorcee sucked with even greater vigor, her head moving up and down enthusiastically. While she clutched the stump of his cock with one hand, she reached down to fondle his prickly sacs with the other. Mike felt his swollen balls churn under her firm touch. Christ, Lil sure can suck cock! he thought, breathing heavily. Her dangling tits dancing merrily as she bobbed up and down, Lil's cheeks billowed in and out.

Good ol' Lil! Mike thought, surrendering himself completely to her vigorous suckings. With a gal like her, a man can really let go!

"Suck, suck!" he cried, letting his inhibitions run wild. After holding back with his wife all the time, it felt great to let loose like this. His hot prick pounding and his balls churning while she went at him with gusto, Mike gazed up at the divorcee's widespread cunt. He saw the creaminess of her gaping pussy, the way her bright clitoris rose in excited splendor, beckoning invitingly. He reached up to stroke her soft thighs while his long tongue darted out to titillate the inflamed bud of femininity. The small penislike structure grew even more rigid under his manipulations and the blonde's wide ass bucked in heated response.

Lil suddenly released her masculine treasure to gasp for air. "Oh, Mike honey!" she cried, wiggling her hips. "Eat my pussy, sweetie! Oh, I need your mouth on my cunt!" When she felt Mike's wet tongue respond to her wanton plea, she shuddered, her lewdly parted pussy secreting even more profusely. Oh, his wet mouth felt so good against her steaming cunt! Moaning happily, she lowered her head once again to resume her vigorous sucking, her mouth working feverishly in an effort to reward him for the way his oral member was swirling so magnificently between her outspread legs. The pungent taste of Mike's precoital juices on her tongue stimulated her all the more. Nearly out of her mind with passion, the plump divorcee rose up and down on his fiery shaft with unsurpassed dedication. "Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" she grunted. The dual pleasure of feeling Mike's mammoth rod crowd her mouth while his merciless tongue ravished her pounding cunt proved overpowering.

Suddenly the naked blonde moaned as if in delirium, her big ass bucking wildly, making Mike's head flip like that of a puppet on a string as his relentless tongue swirled high in her slick vagina. As she bucked in heated orgasm, mewling and grunting, her mouth and tongue tugged at her partner's hot pole of masculinity with the fervor of a mad woman.

The taste of her oozing feminine juices on his tongue as well as the merciless way she was devouring his wildly throbbing prick made Mike's heated pelvis whirl frantically. Lowering his head from her pulsating, climaxing cunt, he panted, his breath coming hot and heavy. His balls were churning and his fiery shaft was about to explode.

"Oh Christ!" he gasped, his fingers digging cruelly into the divorcee's widely split thighs. "I'm cummmming! Aghhhhhhh!" His hips jerking, he felt his steaming juices erupt in Lil's mouth while wave after wave of carnal sensation tore through his sweating body. He felt her hand squeeze tightly around the base of his ejaculating organ as she eagerly devoured his hot semen, her throat working rapidly as she swallowed again and again. When at last his jerking penis had shot its entire wad, the platinum blonde lifted her head from his spent organ and collapsed on top of him.

As the panting couple struggled to catch their breath, Mike's thoughts suddenly turned to his lovely wife Sarah. If being sucked off by a slut like Lil could bring him such pleasure, how much more thrilling it would be if his young wife would give him a good blow job. Instantly ashamed of his lewd thoughts, Mike silently berated himself. His sweet Sarah would be shocked and disgusted if he ever suggested such an act to her! To even think of the woman he loved while a tramp like Lil was lying naked and sprawled on top of him was contemptible! Alarmed by his salacious thoughts, Mike decided that he better make sure that he fucked away to his heart's content tonight so that he did not dare approach his sweet homemaker in any way that might frighten or disgust her. Better he satisfy himself with a woman who welcomed rough and vigorous sex ... like good ol' Lil!

"What d'ya say, Lil baby?" Mike asked in a husky voice, running his finger down the length of her saturated slit. "Do you think you can suck some life back into me so we can go another round or two?"

Lil's puffy, sperm-coated mouth stretched into a lascivious grin as she lifted her leg and rolled over. "You bet, sweetie," she murmured, reaching for his limp organ. "You can always count on Lil, honey. Just gimme a few minutes and I'll have this baby nice and stiff again!" With that, she lowered her head and drew his spent penis into her receptive mouth. Her cheeks working in and out, she sucked vigorously, pausing at intervals to trace maddening circles around the tip of his cock, dipping down inside to lap up every last drop of sperm. It wasn't long before the pudgy divorcee felt the masculine treasure grow within her mouth, becoming smooth and stiff under her artful ministrations. Her insatiable pussy began to throb again, eager for more than the feel of a tongue within its spongy depths. This time, Lil hungered for the vastness of Mike McBride's enviable prick inside her cock-hungry vagina. No man she knew could fuck her with such strength and determination as the man whose rapidly expanding joint filled her warm mouth.

Mike grinned, feeling his hot shaft reach full capacity once again. "You sure know how to suck a prick, baby!" he complimented, reaching down to give her heavy asscheek a playful slap. "Now you can spead those legs of yours so I can shove my big cock into your hot little pussy!"

More than eager to comply, the naked divorcee rolled over on her back and split her legs wide, gazing up at her husky partner with thick-lidded eyes. "Mmmmmmmmm, I can hardly wait to feel your big prick inside my cunt," she murmured, her hands sliding down her abdomen to grasp her fuzzy triangle. Whimpering, she spread her cuntal lips apart in a lewd offering, her quivering canal glistening in readiness. "Hurry and put it in, honey," she begged, lifting her pelvis while her hungry cunt throbbed demandingly.

Mike quickly straddled the hard-faced blonde, his distended hunk of meat scarlet and deeply veined as it loomed forward. He could feel his balls tighten under the weight of another steaming load of semen and knew that he was ready to give the uninhibited divorcee the brand of fucking she ached for. But first, he wanted to hear her beg a little.

"Say please, baby," he told her, reaching down to finger her milky slit.

Lil gasped at the feel of his finger. Splitting her legs so far apart that her thigh muscles ached, she looked up at him pleadingly. "Please, Mike," she begged, her leaking aperture throbbing deliciously. "Please fuck me!"

"Do you like my prick?" he teased, dragging out her obvious discomfort by flicking his thumb across her wet clitoris.

Moaning, Lil arched her back, the nipples of her enormous tits rising hotly while her steaming cunt oozed forth more of its sticky nectar. "Oh yesssssss," she agreed, licking her lips. "I love your prick, honey. Now please! Please fuck me!"

Chuckling triumphantly, Mike withdrew his hand from her dripping membranes and grabbed her meaty thighs. Giving her legs a harsh tug, he lifted her hips off the mattress. The blonde quickly curled her thick legs around his waist, her leaking aperture poised in readiness. With a sudden jerk of his hips, Mike sent his crimson cock deep into her saturated slot. In seconds, he had completely penetrated her inner depths, the mushroom tip of his stiff rod bumping against her cervix. He felt her soaked vaginal walls grasp him eagerly and heard her cry out at his fierce and swift invasion. "Feel good, baby?" he asked, breathing hard.

"Oh yesssssss," she moaned, her legs tightening around his trim waist. "Oh, keep on fuckin'!"

Mike quickly complied, his hands sliding under her heavy buttocks to lift her wide hips as he pounded into her. Again and again he lunged forward, his pistoning shaft crowding her slick vagina with speed and determination. The wet sucking sounds of her greedy canal could be heard along with their mutual grunts. "Like the way I fuck?" Mike demanded, shoving his pulsating cock deep into her wetly grasping opening as hard as he could.

"Yesssssss," she replied rapturously, her legs tightening around Mike's sweating body with each forward lunge, trying to capture every possible inch of his great phallic length. "Oooooohhh, you're so biiiig, honey!" she moaned, swirling her hips in erratic circles. "Oh fuck, fuck!"

Grunting, Mike pounded into the split-legged blonde again and again, his mushroomlike tip bumping into her cervix with each swift penetration. His balls were churning and his body was burning with lust. This was the way he liked to fuck! Hard and fast and deep! He gloried to the feel of Lil's legs clinging so tightly to his waist, the lustful look on her face as she lifted her pelvis high to meet his forceful invasions. Maybe Lil was cheap and easy but she sure knew how to fuck! Sweat ran down Mike's naked body as he tore into her, trickling down to disappear into the hairy recesses of his asshole. His huge testicles slapped against her buttocks with each forward lunge. He withdrew his pounding prick almost completely before again slamming into her with abandonment. His mouth hung loosely and his eyes were glassy. The burly Irishman was fairly mad with lust as he ravaged her foaming vagina. All else but fucking was blotted from his passion-crazed mind.

Nothing mattered now but physical sensation. He was consumed by the fierce throbbing of his fiery rod, the luscious feel of her grasping wet cunt around his pistoning shaft. At last his sweating body gave one last forward jerk before he erupted inside her with volcanic force, sending searing hot juices splattering against the walls of her pussy. "Aghhhhhhh!" he cried, bucking and jerking like a madman while his steaming cum kept spurting.

Feeling his vast cock explode deep within her secret depths, Lil quickly joined her partner in orgasm. Grunting and moaning, their sweating bucking bodies worked together in frenzied unison as together they reached the apex of carnal joy until at last their convulsing bodies grew still.

* * *

Sarah was sound asleep when Mike tiptoed into their darkened bedroom. Spent and exhausted, he undressed as quietly as possible so that he would not awaken the woman he loved. As he slid into bed beside the lovely brunette, Mike felt a wave of guilt course through his body. He was not proud of the fact that he was cheating on Sarah like this. And he hoped to God that she would never find out. The thought of losing her was almost more than he could bear. Still, sleeping around with other women - the kinds who enjoyed his lusty sexual desires - was something Mike was convinced he had to do. It was the only way he could satisfy the strong physical cravings of his masculinity. His precious Sarah was so sweet and innocent that he could never fuck her the way he had fucked Lil tonight. He could dream about it, of course, fantasize about all the wild and forceful ways he would like to make love to his wife, but he could never dare to enact them in reality!

As Mike McBride gazed into the innocent looking face of his beloved wife, almost childlike in slumber, never in the man's wildest fantasies could he have imagined what his beautiful young wife would engage in the very next day!

Chapter 3

When the doorbell rang the next morning, Sarah glanced out the livingroorn window to see her brother- in-law's red sports car parked out in front. She felt herself tense while a ripple of distaste coursed through her. She had never met anyone she disliked more than her husband's younger brother. Everything about Gene set her teeth on edge. She answered the door with a grim look on her face, hoping that Gene would pick up his television set and leave without stopping to pass the time of day with her. She hated his boastful manner and parasitic tendencies. If I don't think of some way to get rid of him, Gene will invite himself to lunch, Sarah thought, opening the front door.

Gene stood with his lanky form draped in the doorway, a cigarette drooping from his sullen lips. He appraised Sarah's conservative outfit with cold, narrowed eyes. "Well now," he said in a mocking tone. "Don't you look sweet this morning!"

Sarah was suddenly self-conscious about her conservative blouse and skirt. Gene undoubtedly preferred seeing the opposite sex clad in something sexier, but Sarah dressed to please her husband. And Mike liked to see her dressed decently, even around the house. Gene, however, would probably have preferred to find Sarah in a pair of tight jeans and a low-cut sweater. Trying to ignore his thinly veiled sarcasm, Sarah pasted a thin smile on her face and stepped backward, inviting him in.

"Guess you've come for your television set," she said, trying to keep her voice pleasant. She gestured toward the portable set on the floor. "It's all ready for you," she went on. "The picture is really great now. Mike's got it fixed up like new."

Gene took a drag-on his cigarette, glancing at the set with a bored expression. "Is Jill at nursery school?" he asked, his pale-blue eyes darting about.

Sarah nodded, grateful that Gene had come while her daughter was away. Otherwise, he might stop and play with Jill, staying for hours. The only redeeming quality about her brother-in-law was the fact that he did seem genuinely fond of his young niece. The only real generosity he'd ever shown was toward little Jill. He seldom came over without some sort of present for the girl.

"I don't go pick her up until one o'clock," Sarah explained, hoping the information would discourage him from sticking around. It was only a little after ten now. And Sarah certainly did not welcome the though of having Gene park himself for three more hours.

"It's just as well," he said, crushing his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. "It's you I've come to see, anyhow," he added, looking at her with a strange grin.

Sarah felt a flicker of annoyance. Why didn't he just pick up his television set and leave, she thought with exasperation. Didn't he realize that she had things to do?

She cleared her throat, quickly searching her mind for some phony excuse to get rid of him. "Well, I was just about to go out to do some grocery shopping, the supermarket has some good specials I can't afford to pass up. And it's much easier for me to shop without Jill."

Her brother-in-law crossed his arms and gave her a long look. "Is that right?" he asked, a smug look on his thin face. "Well now, sister-in-law," he drawled, his lips twisting into a smirk, "it looks like you're just gonna have to postpone that shopping trip for a while."

The false smile left Sarah's face to be replaced with a frown. Who did Gene think he was anyway? "I'm sorry, Gene," she said in a cold voice. "But I've already planned my day." She walked over to the television set, lifted it and handed it to him in a gesture of dismissal. "Maybe you can come back sometime when Mike and Jill are here," she told him. That way, Sarah could leave the entertaining of his younger brother up to her husband while she went about her business.

Gene took the TV set from her and set it down. "Oh, I don't think that would be such a good idea, Sarah dear," he said, reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket. "Not unless you want your husband and daughter to see these!" His thick lips stretching into a sneer, he withdrew an envelope. His pale-blue eyes never leaving Sarah's face, the young man removed the contents of the envelope and held them up in front of her.

Sarah breathed a gasp of horror and her green eyes grew round as she stared, her mouth open and her jaw slack. For the brother-in-law she so despised was holding up copies of the four photographs she had received in the mail the day before! "Where did you get these?" she croaked, her cheeks flushing crimson.

"Down at my friendly neighborhood porno shop," he replied, his sneer intensifying. "And they've got lots more. Why, dear?" he taunted, his sneer stretching into a mocking grin. "Did you want a set for your family album?" he asked, thrusting the lewd photos at her.

"You!" Sarah choked, clutching her throat as she held the pictures. "You sent the letter!"

"That's right, sweetie," Gene said, unzipping his jacket. "My, you do catch on fast, don't you, Sarah?"

"What is it you want?" she asked, her voice a ragged whisper. "I ...I can't give you much, Gene. Only about ten dollars a week!"

Gene tossed his jacket on a nearby chair, an unpleasant smile on his thin face. "Oh, I don't want your money, sweet Sarah," he told her, unbuttoning his shirt. "That would be like stealing from my own brother, don't you agree? I mean, after all, whatever you get comes from him, right?"

Sarah's mouth felt like cotton and her heart pounded with fear. "You ... you're going to tell Mike, aren't you?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"Not unless you make me, sweet Sarah," he said, removing his shirt.

Sarah watched her brother-in-law fumble with his trousers and felt her heart skip a beat. "What do you mean?" she asked in a shaky voice.

"I mean, all you have to do is cooperate, baby," Gene told her, unzipping his fly. "You know what a fun- loving guy I am, don't you, honey?" He let his pants drop to the floor, then stepped out of them, standing before her in just a T-shirt and jockey shorts. "And that's all I'm here for, sweetie, So you and me can have ourselves a little fun!"

As Sarah gasped in open-mouthed disbelief, Gene reached out to grab the lewd photos from her. "The same kind of fun you seemed to be having when these pictures were taken," he added, returning the photos to his jacket pocket.

All the color drained from the brunette's face as the meaning of his words became clear. Her brother-in- law was blackmailing her, all right! But it wasn't cold cash that he wanted. Instead, he lusted for hot flesh and blood. It was her body, not her money, that he wanted!

Sarah took a step forward, her face beseeching. "But, Gene, you don't understand. I posed for those photos years ago! Before I even met Mike! Those pictures don't have anything to do with now!"

Gene lifted his T-shirt, his eyes cold. "That's where you're wrong, baby," he told her pulling the undergarment over his head. "Those pictures have plenty to do with now. 'Cause if you don't play along with me now, I'll blow the whistle on you to my brother!"

The lovely brunette stared at her nearly nude brother-in-law with a helpless look on her pretty face. As she stood in front of him, pale and trembling, she felt trapped and frightened. Having sex with the man she loathed made her stomach churn, but Sarah did not know what else she could do. Mike trusted her, held her on a pedestal. Learning about the obscene modeling she'd done would surely destroy all feelings he had for her. If Mike should learn of her sordid past, he would be so disillusioned that the love he now felt for her would cease to exist! And Sarah loved Mike so desperately that she would do anything she could to keep their marriage intact. Including agreeing to Gene's sexual demands. Even though the thought of having sex with her brother-in-law turned her stomach, it was better than losing the man she loved.

Sarah's jade eyes dropped to the slight bulge between Gene's legs. "You mean," she began, swallowing hard, "that if I do what you want, you'll keep my secret?"

"Sure, baby," Gene said. "All you have to do is let me have my fun, okay? After all, you were willing to let those guys in the photos have their fun with you. And they weren't even related, like we are. Then once I've had my fill of you, I'll never mention those photos again." He gave her a lascivious grin, his eyes traveling over the length of her voluptuous figure. "What d'ya say, honey? Is it a deal?"

Believing that Gene would keep his end of the bargain, Sarah nodded. "It's a deal."

"Good, then that's settled," he said, grinning lasciviously. "Now all you have to do is get comfy, dear sister-in-law. Just like I did." When he saw the fright reflected in Sarah's jade eyes, he chuckled. "Take off your clothes, honey. All except your stockings and garterbelt, that is," he added, licking his lips. "Keep those on." When Sarah hesitated, staring at him with round eyes, Gene snapped his fingers. "I said strip!" he ordered, taking a step forward. Then his eyes darted to the radio on the end table and he smiled. "Or maybe you want to undress to music, huh, Sarah?" He walked over to the radio and turned the knob, a sudden blast of rock music piercing the air. "There," he smirked, flopping down on the sofa. "That's better."

Sarah's fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse while Gene sat back and leered at her. For some reason, stripping for her obnoxious brother-in-law was much more difficult than stripping for strangers had been during her brief modeling career. That had been just a job, one she was getting paid for. But following Gene's orders put things on a strictly personal basis and she felt embarrassed and humiliated.

"Dance!" Gene ordered, watching her open her blouse, his eyes bright with lust.

Blinking back tears, Sarah did as she was told, moving her feet to the heavy rock beat. She shed her blouse and let it drop to the carpet, feeling Gene's icy stare focus on her black satin bra. She had been aware of his eyes on her boobs in the past but his glance had always been surreptitious. Now he gazed boldy, his tongue sliding across his thick lips at the sight of her pale flesh spilling out of the 34-D bra.

"Take off your bra!" he commanded, his penis growing in his shorts.

Feeling her cheeks brighten, Sarah reached behind her back to unhook the garment. She let the black bra slide down her shoulders, then fall to the rug, releasing her mammoth tits. She heard Gene gasp as they loomed forward in rounded magnificence, their bright rosettes tightening into twin rosebuds at their sudden nudity.

"Shit, you really got a great pair of boobs, honey!" he praised, his hand lowering to the hot swelling in his shorts. He grabbed his growing prick and fondled it unabashedly as he eyed her firm mounds of ivory flesh. "Mmmmmm, I can't wait to have a go at them."

Moving in time to the music, Sarah unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, tossing the garment to the floor. Doing a pirouette, she lowered her lacy half- slip. Once that garment was discarded, the lovely brunette had only her white lace panties to shed. Wriggling her shapely hips, she eased out of them, letting them drop to the floor. Whirling, she turned to face her brother-in-law clad only in a black garterbelt, nylon stockings, and high-heeled pumps.

"Now let's see you dance for me, honey," Gene ordered, his eyes bright as he gazed at the dark triangle of fuzz between her outstretched legs. "Really move!"

Her face bright with humiliation, the pretty brunette wriggled her hips and moved her legs in time to the heavy beat of the music. Her long dark hair whirled as she gyrated and turned, giving Gene the opportunity to ogle her luscious naked body from every angle. Her big tits jiggled enticingly, their rosy nipples looming forward. She saw her brother-in-law caress his growing erection as his pale eyes devoured her nude body, his big lips hanging loosely. And she loathed the man as never before!

Gene felt his hot prick expand rapidly at the delectable sight in front of him. Sarah was really built and her enormous boobs were so nice and firm and high. The way they bobbed and undulated when she performed her disco dance really turned him on. And seeing her naked, except for her skimpy garterbelt and nylon stockings, made his throbbing cock mushroom even faster. The sharp contrast of her pale thighs and abdomen against the shiny black satin stimulated the young man as much as if Sarah were stark naked. The dark nylon stockings and high-heeled shoes made her shapely legs seem even more appealing.

But now Gene wanted to do more than merely look at her luscious nudity. Wearing an evil grin, he rose from the sofa to turn off the blaring music. He went over to his pretty sister-in-law and stood in front of her with his shorts bulging at the crotch area. He bent down to draw a bright nipple into his mouth, squeezing the pale flesh surrounding the pink rosette while his other hand reached down to finger the slit of her hesitating pussy. Sarah gasped at the feel of his warm mouth upon her breast and the pressure of his fingers upon her sensitive cuntal tissues. Still, she dared not pull away. They had made a deal and she had no choice but to abide by it so that he would not reveal her dark past to her beloved husband.

His greedy lips moved from one rosy tip to the other, sucking voraciously while he dug his fingers into her fuzzy crotch. Despite the fact that she despised the man whose mouth was pressed against her ample breasts, warm tingly sensations coursed through her naked body and the nub of her clitoris rose hotly under his persistent fingers.

Fully aware of the speed with which Sarah's tiny bud of femininity was responding to his caress, Gene withdrew his mouth from her distended nipple to give her a knowing grin. "Like that, don't you, Sarah?" he asked, rubbing her sensitive organ even harder.

"No!" she gasped, her cheeks flaming even more. But the way that the tiny penislike structure stiffened belied her words.

"Who you tryin' to kid?" he asked, laughing derisively. "You're gettin' all hot and bothered and we both know it." He pulled his hand from between her legs and stood up with the front of his jockey shorts protruding sharply. "On your knees, bitch!" he commanded.

Her eyes wide, she quickly complied. "Take off my shorts," he ordered.

Her hands shaking, the kneeling brunette tugged at the elastic waistband, lowering her brother-in-law's underwear. In seconds, she released his big crimson cock and its fiery tip bobbed menacingly in front of her face while its open glans gazed like a gaping, glaring eye.

Smirking at her obvious discomfort, Gene stepped out of his shorts, aiming his swollen rod directly at his sister-in-law's open mouth. "Now suck!" he told her. When she hesitated, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed, Gene grabbed a handful of her dark hair to bring her face forward.

"Mmmmmmph!" she grunted as he forced his big hunk of meat into her mouth. She felt his warm penis ram the back of her throat as he jerked his hips, filling her entire mouth with one great phallic thrust. She tried not to gag as the blunt end bumped into her soft palate. Tears of humiliation stinging her eyes, she began to suck. The strong smell of his masculinity pierced her nostrils and she had to remind herself that she was performing this lewd act in order to save her marriage.

"Squeeze my balls!" he told her, giving her slender hips another forward jerk, sending the tip of his swollen rod down her throat.

Sarah gagged, then drew his distended pole of manhood back into her mouth while she reached obediently to fondle his huge sacs. The twin spheres felt sweaty under her fingers and she fought the urge to pull her hand away. She heard him moan with pleasure at the way her tongue was drawing on his smooth shaft while her hand fondled his hanging testicles. Pretend it's Mike's cock you're sucking on! she told herself, fighting nausea. Make believe it's his balls you're squeezing, and it'll be all right! Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and used her imagination to blot the fact that she was performing fellatio on a man she detested.

"Ahhhh, that feels nice, baby!" Gene encouraged, lacing his fingers through her long mane. "Mmmmm, keep on suckin'!"

Sarah obeyed, sharply aware of the taste of masculine nectar upon her tongue as his open tip leaked forth its hot juices. Oh, if only this were all some horrible nightmare from which she would soon awaken to find everything right in her world again. But Sarah knew, with sickening clarity, that she was not dreaming, that the warm bubbling organ fucking her tortured mouth was all too real. She also realized that she was totally helpless in this appalling situation, subject to her despicable brother-in-law's slightest whim. Oh God, she agonized, her cheeks billowing in and out while her tightly ovaled mouth slid back and forth, what other perverted acts will he make me perform before he's finished with me?

Breathing hard, the naked young man stood with his heavily lidded eyes taking in the delectable sight of the naked brunette kneeling submissively between his split thighs, her huge melonous tits dancing and quivering in time to her rhythmic movements. He saw the tempting curve of her parted asscheeks and knew that in good time he would knead and caress the pale flesh to his heart's content. For now, though, the intruder was content with the magnificent feel of her warm lips and moist tongue on his inflamed rod. He gasped and his legs trembled when Sarah paused in her suckings to let her tongue swirl around the circumference of his gaping prickhead, lapping up its sticky emission. The feel of her pointed oral member upon his throbbing sensitive tip made hot bursts of wild sensation course through his naked body.

"Faster!" he panted, clawing her long tresses frantically in heated response. Obeying, Sarah moved her tongue in progressively faster circles while she clutched at the thick base of his massive cock with one hand and kneaded his prickly sacs with the other. He moaned when she thrust the tip of her tongue down into the depths of his open glans with maddening force. His balls churned and his fiery cock lurched, sending more of its warm juices into the squatting brunette's mouth. Gene bucked his pelvis forward to drive his great phallic length deep into Sarah's throat. "Suck, suck!" he cried. He whimpered in appreciation as he felt Sarah wrap her soft lips into a tight ring around his wildly pounding organ to suck hard. She was laboring diligently now, sucking to please, her dark head twisting and bobbing up and down his pistoning shaft. He watched the way her obscenely outstretched lips clung to his hot masculinity on each backstroke of her head. Moaning, he surrendered himself completely to the firm steady pressure of her mouth and tongue, enjoying the way her magnificent protruding tits brushed against his legs as she bobbed up and down.

As Sarah continued to suck the lust-bloated pole of masculinity, its warm precoital juices coating her tongue, she began to experience a definite involuntary response. She no longer had to pretend that it was her husband's slippery shaft that she held captive in her crowded oral cavity. No matter whose cock it was, all that mattered now was the wet satiny feel of the big bubbling spear against her tongue and roof of her mouth. An undeniable swift throbbing started between her parted thighs and she felt a warm trickle of feminine syrup ooze from her fuzzy triangle to dribble down her pale inner thigh. Her heart pounded and her entire pelvis area swirled with the heat of desire. She felt just the way she'd felt when she'd sucked cock for the camera years before. As if they possessed a will of their own, her fingers clutched at the base of the swollen organ with a fierce possessiveness, trying to draw every possible inch of warm meat into her oral receptacle. Her other hand kneaded Gene's firm testicles with renewed vigor, the feel of his big prickly sacs stimulating her even more. Her tongue drew on the warm rod greedily, eager for more of its pungent secretions. She began to moan softly as she sucked, the hot palpitations of her oozing cunt increasing in strength and tempo.

What's wrong with me? she wondered, a fleeting moment of sanity stealing over her. How can I LIKE sucking on Gene's cock when I despise him so? But her silent questions were soon obliterated by the wild fluttering of her wet pussy, the luscious taste of warm precoital juices upon her drawing tongue. The naked kneeling brunette tugged on the swollen shaft of manhood as if it were a tasty lollipop that she couldn't get enough of, for her mouth hungered for more than just tantalizing trickles of pre-seminal juices. Sarah wanted to make her brother-in-law's pistoning cudgel explode in her mouth so that she could swallow his hot masculine juices the way she'd swallowed hot cum during her brief modeling career. Oh, it's been so long since I've tasted a warm prick like this, she thought, her mouth sliding back and forth while her cheeks worked in and out with fierce determination. I can't wait to drink a big mouthful of tasty sperm!

With a surge of triumph, Gene sensed the subtle change in Sarah's ministrations. Her hands were bolder, her mouth working more voraciously and he knew that she too was consumed by passions she could no longer control. He watched in lustful delight as she went at him with the fervor of a harlot, whimpering softly. "Suck, bitch, suck!" he gasped, hurling his hips forward, pummeling her receptive mouth with his pounding hunk of rigid flesh. His lust heightened by his sister- in-law's total involvement in the lewd act she was performing, his breath came hot and heavy. He felt his overloaded testicles ache under the burden of their turgid cargo and knew that his moment of ultimate carnal pleasure was painfully near. The excited young man panted and groaned, his fiery prick pounding savagely under her skillful and slavish ministrations.

Suddenly he could not hold back the eruptive force of his steaming load one second longer. His hips pumped wildly. "Suck, suck!" he whined, his exploding penis spurting its torrid juices into Sarah's tightly ovaled mouth. The kneeling brunette instinctively tightened her hold on his hotly convulsing shaft, her head bobbing and twisting in harmony with his fierce ejaculations. The sounds of their mutual moans filled the room as the climaxing young man shot his searing hot wad, his fingers twining savagely through her long dark hair. "Drink!" he gasped, his features contorted by lust as his hips jerked. "Drink my cum!"

The whimpering bent brunette needed no prodding, for her throat worked convulsively. Again and again she swallowed, savoring the distinctive bittersweet taste of his nectar on her laving tongue, the slippery warmth of hot cum sliding down her throat. Her palpitating pussy was soaked with the syrup of her arousal, coating the dark matted pubic hair gracing her heated mound. She drank thirstily, greedily, her tongue still drawing on the ejaculating rod in an effort to collect every possible drop of spurting liquid. His hot forceful release seemed endless, making her throat open and close with great rapidity in order to accommodate the fiery bursts. Half-crazed with sexual excitement as the hot masculine juices filled her cheeks to overflowing, Sarah felt her foaming pussy throb harder and harder. At last, the hot nub of her rigid clitoris fluttered wildly, while great waves of searing orgasm convulsed throughout her saturated cunt.

"Aghhhhh!" she cried, opening her mouth to cry out in sweet release. Her slippery treasure slid from her mouth, bobbing away like some venomous snake, sending more of its warm venom spurting into her face and across her melonous breasts. The feel of the hot liquid upon her bare flesh merely served to heighten her forbidden enjoyment. Her eyeballs rolled back in their sockets and her hands fluttered to her bosom to smear the hot cum across her quivering mounds of femininity. The jerking spitting prick bobbed erratically as it released the last of its fiery load. By the time the emptying cock grew still, Sarah's face was glistening with cum and her tongue darted out to lap up any of the precious liquid still within its reach.

Gene gazed down at his naked, panting, cocksucking blackmailed sister-in-law with a searing look which reflected both triumph and disgust. "Well, you really had yourself quite a time, didn't you, sweet Sarah?" His thick lips curled into a sneer. "I always knew my brother was a sap for thinkin' you were so special! You don't know how fuckin' sick I am of hearin' him brag about you when all the time I knew damn well that you're just as big a slut as any other bitch I know. You're all the same, you cock-suckin' whores. Pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't, actin' so high and mighty around the likes of me." He grabbed a handful of hair to yank her head cruelly so that she was gazing directly into his cold eyes. "You don't look so special now, sweet Sarah!"

Tears of humiliation burned her eyes as her brother-in-law laughed in her face. The taste of his semen still fresh upon her tongue, the sprawled brunette's cheeks flushed crimson. Her degradation was utter and complete, for there was no use in trying to pretend that she had not enjoyed sucking him off, that her mouth had not hungered for his hot juices. Nor could she deny the humiliating fact that she had reached a thrilling climax while performing her perverse and debasing act.

Chuckling softly, Gene released his hold on her hair to glance at his watch. "Time to be runnin' along, dear Sarah," he said. He reached for his strewn clothing, turning to curl his lip at her. "But I'll be back tomorrow morning, sweetie. With a very special friend of mine. A gal whose just as big a slut as you are, honey. She may even teach you a thing or two!" He laughed cruelly, his pale eyes narrowing with glee as he watched her silent anguish. "Yes sir, I think you two will really love each other!"

While her brother-in-law dressed, Sarah slumped into a defeated heap of naked despair. Whistling an off-key tune, the young man lifted his television set and headed for the door. "See you tomorrow, sweetie," he said, reaching for the door knob.

As the door closed softly behind him, Sarah buried her face in her hands. A sick feeling engulfed the lovely brunette, for she knew without a doubt that from here on in, her life would never be quite the same!

Chapter 4

Shamed and guilt-ridden, Sarah spent more time than usual with her daughter that afternoon. When the child settled down for her afternoon nap, the distraught brunette sped through her housework in record time, trying to compensate for the forbidden lust-filled moments she'd spent, with her brother-in-law that morning. By the time Mike came home from the shop, she had a tasty meat loaf and scalloped potatoes browning in the oven. After Jill was bedded down for the night, Sarah busied herself with the current mending while Mike watched television.

"Anything new with my brother?" Mike, asked in a conversational tone during a commercial break.

Sarah jumped, pricking her finger on the needle. "Not that I know of," she lied, trying to keep her voice casual. "He really didn't stay all that long. Just picked up his TV set and left. He seemed to be in a big hurry today."

Mike chuckled, reaching for a cigarette. "Probably had himself a hot date. Gene's quite a guy with the ladies, you know."

Sarah's fingers moved faster and her cheeks brightened. "Really?" she said in a high-pitched innocent voice. "You'd never guess that to look at him, would you?"

Mike laughed, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. "That's because Gene's not one to brag, honey."

Sarah broke the thread at that remark. How could Mike be so blind to his brother's faults? she wondered. Why, Gene was boasting practically all the time. It was one of the many annoying traits which infuriated Sarah so. You should have heard him today, she thought, reaching into the sewing basket for one of her daughter's torn dresses. To hear him tell it, he's a lot smarter than you, Mike. And he strutted out of here like the proverbial cock of the barnyard!

"I hope he finds himself a nice girl and settles down one of these days," Mike continued, leaning back in his chair. "That is, if he's lucky enough to find someone like you, honey."

Sarah's throat felt tight and she had to blink back tears. Oh Mike, Mike, her aching heart cried in silent misery. If only I were all that you think I am!

"But then there aren't many women like you around these days, darling," Mike continued, gazing fondly at his wife. "Lucky guys like me take them out of circulation."

Sarah bit her lip, pretending to be deeply engrossed in the task of mending Jill's ripped garment. She felt so choked up at her husband's ill-deserved praise that she did not trust her voice. A wave of relief swept over her when the program resumed, diverting her husband's attention.

Mike would be so hurt and disillusioned if he ever learned about my sordid past, she thought, pushing the needle savagely through the torn fabric. Just as he'd be crushed if he knew just how low and despicable his brother really is. Poor Mike! He's so blinded by love, that he can't see either one of us as we really are! Sarah stole a quick glance at her handsome husband, her heart fairly bursting with love. And she knew that she would submit to whatever lustful acts her husband's younger brother had in store for her the following morning. No matter what indignities she had to endure, it was well worth the price if it would save her husband from learning the ugly truth about the two people he loved so dearly. Sarah detested the thought of cheating on Mike, of having illicit sex with his younger brother. But she knew, with a feeling of grim resignation, that she had no choice in the matter.

As Sarah's thoughts moved ahead to what was in store for her the following morning, her stomach tightened with apprehension. Recalling her brother-in- law's parting words, she could not imagine why he was bringing one of his girlfriends with him the next morning. It just didn't make sense to her. What does he have in mind? she wondered, trying to outguess her brother-in-law's devious mind. Sarah was unable to come up with an answer. But whatever Gene had planned, the distraught brunette felt certain that somehow, she would end up being degraded and debased, just as she was today. Her only hope was that Gene would soon tire of his sordid game of sexual blackmail so that the living nightmare she now endured would end and her world could return to normal.

Her fingers guiding the needle through the fabric in her lap, Sarah stole occasional glances at her husband. Fully absorbed in the television program he was watching, Mike was unaware of his wife's eyes just as he was oblivious to her private mental anguish. Waves of shame rippled through the pretty brunette as her thoughts kept slipping back to her brother-in-law's visit earlier in the day. Now it almost seemed like some hideous nightmare, yet Sarah knew by the heaviness of her heart that what had happened that morning was all too real. What would Mike do, she wondered, if he knew what had really taken place between the two people he loved so dearly? That the brother he so blindly adored had forced his wife to strip for him, then get down on her knees to suck him to completion? Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she recalled the thrilling orgasm she'd experienced when young Gene had cum in her mouth, filling her cheeks to overflowing with his spurting masculine juices. Sarah's heartbeat quickened and her hands worked faster. Mike must never learn the ugly truth, she vowed. Not ever! Surely it would shatter her husband to know that the woman he cherished, even idolized, had willingly performed such a lewd act with another man. Just as it would shock him to learn that she had done so to prevent him from learning about even more obscene sexual acts that Sarah had willingly performed years before.

Lowering her eyes, Sarah blinked back tears of shame and frustration. Oh, if only I hadn't done that pornographic modeling! she lamented. Then I would not be in the awful predicament I am today, forced to have illicit sex with my husband's own brother, a man I despise. But Sarah knew that she had had no other choice at the time. It was either pose in the nude, performing lewd acts before the camera, or watch her ill mother suffer cruelly from the killer disease ravishing her body. Sarah had been as hopelessly trapped then as she was now. In both instances, the voluptuous young woman was doing something she knew was wrong in order to protect those she loved. Years before her mother was the person whose welfare was uppermost in her mind. Now she was submitting to her brother-in-law's outrageous sexual demands in order to shield her husband.

Sarah felt her shoulders slump in defeat for she knew that she was as helpless now as she had been years before. All she could do was pray that Gene's sexual interest in her would quickly wane and that he would look in some other direction for his kicks. When that happened, Sarah's private misery would come to an end and she would no longer have to submit to whatever indignities Gene's perverse mind devised. And she would no longer have to worry about the obscene photographs of herself either for Gene had promised to forget about them as long as Sarah went along with him. Much as she hated her cold-hearted and self-centered brother-in-law, Sarah knew that she would do as he wished, that she would force herself to participate in whatever sex acts Gene desired. But I won't let myself enjoy them anymore, Sarah silently vowed, humiliation coursing through her at the recollection of her intense and involuntary orgasm that morning. I simply will not give Gene that kind of satisfaction again. Surely she had cum like that, Sarah reasoned, simply because it had been so incredibly long since she'd tasted a warm pole of masculinity, that was all. She had simply lost control of herself but it would not happen again. Sarah would maintain a close watch on herself, keep her body in check so that it would not betray her like that again. By the time she and Mike retired for the night, Sarah had completed the mending and worked herself into a bundle of frayed nerves. For the first time in her life, she was glad that her husband merely kissed her goodnight and rolled over with nothing more than sleep on his mind. In her tense and highly emotional state, Sarah was afraid that she might have burst into tears had the man she loved reached out for her. Especially after what she had done behind his back that very morning. Even more upsetting, Sarah knew that she would betray Mike again the following day for Gene had assured her that he was returning with a friend of his. A female friend!

Tossing restlessly, Sarah was still wide awake long after her husband's even breathing told her that he was sound asleep. Visions of future orgies with her despicable brother-in-law flashed through her troubled mind, keeping her from slumber. The uncertainty of what lay ahead was torturous, causing all kinds of grim possibilities coursing through her mind. Gene was devious and unprincipled and Sarah knew that he was capable of almost anything. She speculated nervously about the girlfriend Gene said he was bringing with him the following morning. Sarah quickly envisioned an unattractive bawdy type of woman. She was probably some whore whs was willing to have sex with Gene before an audience ... even a captive one.

Yes, that must be it, Sarah decided. Gene was going to force Sarah to watch while he and his two-bit girlfriend fucked for her benefit. Although the thought revolted the distraught brunette, she would find it less appalling than having sex with Gene herself the next day. If it gave her corrupt brother-in-law some kind of perverse pleasure from being observed while he screwed another woman, Sarah would force herself to watch. And she would consider herself lucky for getting off so easy.

It was much later when the weary brunette finally drifted off into an exhausted sleep. When she did, her slumber was plagued by nightmares, visions of herself and Gene performing lewd acts of sex. The two of them bucked up and down upon the bed, fucking wildly to a backdrop of the lurid photographs with which Gene was blackmailing her. Sarah's sweating body shifted restlessly on the mattress and she whimpered softly as she dreamed. Never in the young woman's wildest dreams, however, could she have imagined what perverse acts her heartless brother-in-law had in store for her in just a few short hours.

* * *

When little Jill complained of a sore throat the next morning, Sarah took the child's temperature and found that she had a slight fever. "I don't wanna go to school today, Mommy," the dark-haired girl whined, rubbing her eyes. "I wanna stay home with you, instead."

Sarah smiled as she bent over her daughter's bed. "All right, darling," she consoled, tucking the covers around her. "I'll phone and tell them you won't be in today. But first you're going to take some medicine for Mommy, okay?" Sarah hurried into the bathroom and returned with aspirin and a glass of water which she handed to her daughter. "Here, honey, take these," she instructed, smiling encouragingly. "And then drink as much of this water as you can. It'll help make you feel better."

As soon as Jill followed her instructions, Sarah went into the kitchen to phone the nursery school, telling them that as far as she knew, Jill would be in as usual on Monday morning. "It just seems to be a scratchy throat," she explained. "I'm sure that a day's rest will nip it in the bud."

After she hung up, Sarah looked up at the wall clock, biting her lip. It was nearing nine o'clock, the time she usually deposited Jill at the nursery school. Her stomach churned with the realization that Gene planned to come over this morning, expecting Sarah to participate in whatever sexual antics he had in mind. Undoubtedly, Sarah assumed, that meant having Sarah watch him and his cheap girlfriend perform for her. She had to call Gene right away and tell him that he must not come over, that little Jill was home sick and their plans had to be cancelled. Even though her fingers trembled as she dialed her brother-in-law's number, a great wave of relief surged through her. She was getting an unexpected reprieve! Although she was sorry that her daughter wasn't feeling well, Sarah could not help but be glad that her state of health would prevent Gene from including her in whatever sexual activities he had in mind this morning.

"He'll just have to take his two-bit girlfriend somewhere else to have his fun," she muttered under her breath as the telephone rang in the distance. Gene shared his studio apartment with a fellow employee named Lenny who, Sarah knew, was also working the night shift at the factory right now. Gene had brought his roommate over to the house a couple of times and Sarah got the impression that the obese young man was as self-centered as her brother-in-law. Maybe that's why the two of them get along, Sarah thought. Birds of a feather and all that. In any event, Sarah wondered idly if Lenny would vacate their apartment at a moment's notice in order to accommodate his roommate's lust. But that was Gene's problem, she thought with satisfaction as the phone continued to ring, not hers. Thanks to her daugher's unexpected sore throat, her problems were temporarily solved. For this morning, at least. Now she would not have to deal with her disgusting brother-in-law until Monday morning.

Sarah breathed a quick sigh of relief when Gene answered the phone. At least she had caught him before he had left to pick up the slut he intended to bring over to the house. Keeping her voice low, Sarah quickly informed her brother-in-law of the unexpected circumstances at home, adding that he could not come over, after all. But Gene did not accept her story at face value. His voice nasal with suspicion, he told Sarah that he would pick up his friend as planned and come over anyway.

"But you can't!" Sarah hissed, her heart skipping a beat. "We can't do anything while Jill is home! You must be out of your mind!"

Gene laughed softly. "I would be if I believed your story without checking it out. Don't worry, sweet Sarah," he went on, his voice mocking. "If Jill really is home sick, then I'll soon be on my way. My friend too. But if you're lying, I'm gonna expect even more action from you, dear sister-in-law!"

Before she could argue, Gene hung up, leaving the phone buzzing in her ear. Her stomach churning, she returned to her daughter's bedroom to see what the child wanted for breakfast. "By the way," Sarah added, keeping her voice light, "I just talked to your Uncle Gene and he's sorry you're sick, honey. He's going past the house this morning so he might stop by with a friend of his. Just to see how you're feeling, honey," she added, pasting a smile on her face.

Jill's pretty face lit up at her mother's words. "Oh boy, I hope he does come over," she said, her voice a bit hoarse. "I haven't seen Uncle Gene for a long, long time!"

Sarah patted her hand before going to prepare breakfast. "I wouldn't care if I never saw him again at all," she murmured softly once she had reached the kitchen. For the hundredth time, the well-stacked brunette found herself wondering why her daughter liked her uncle. Am I the only one who sees Gene as he really is? she wondered, reaching into the cupboard for a box of Jill's favorite cereal. Then again, Sarah knew that even though she did it reluctantly, she had to give the devil his due. Much as she disliked her brother-in-law she had to admit that Gene did seem genuinely fond of little Jill. For some reason, the child brought out the few good qualities the young man had. Seeing that Gene was the only living relative Jill had, Sarah supposed that she should be grateful that a bond of affection did exist between the two.

The front doorbell rang less than an hour later. Sarah, who was sitting at her daughter's bedside, reading to her, quickly tensed while Jill broke into a smile. "Oh, I hope that's Uncle Gene!" she cried, her eyes bright.

"I'll go see," Sarah told her, closing the book and rising. Glancing out the picture window in the livingroom, she recognized Gene's car at the curb and felt her jaw clench. I can just imagine the slut he's got with him! she thought, going to the door with apprehension. You'd think he'd have more sense than to bring a woman like that here when Jill is home!

When Sarah opened the door, however, her mouth opened in surprise. For standing beside her lanky sullen-faced brother-in-law was a tall slender blonde whom Sarah judged to be in her own age. A complete opposite from what Sarah had expected, the young woman was breathtakingly beautiful. Long blonde hair tumbled about her shoulders and except for a faint tinge of lipstick, her perfect features were completely devoid of make-up. She looked trim and stylish in her high leather boots and coat with a large handbag flung over her shoulder. When the girl smiled, Sarah saw how startingly white and even her teeth were. What on earth was a lovely girl like this doing with someone like Gene?

"Ain't you gonna ask us in?" Gene asked with a smirk, a large paper sack in one hand.

"Oh, of c-course," Sarah stammered, opening the door wider to let them enter.

"Brrr! It's really cold out this morning," the blonde said, shivering as she stepped inside. "Oh, what a lovely home," she exclaimed, gazing around the room with admiring eyes. Her voice was soft and pleasant and Sarah found herself thinking that had she met this young woman under any other circumstances, she would feel an instant affinity toward her, as though the two of them might well become friends. As it was, however, Sarah did not greet the attractive blonde with the warmth she might have.

"Won't you sit down," Sarah said stiffly, gesturing toward the sofa, "while I go tell Jill you're here."

But the child needed no formal announcement. At the sound of voices, she jumped from her bed and ran into the livingroorn. "Uncle Gene!" she cried, running to him with outstretched arms.

"Jill!" he exclaimed, opening his arms wide to catch her. "Say, what's this I hear about your not feelin' good?" he asked as the girl hugged him soundly.

"My froat hurts," she explained, pointing to her neck.

Gene threw back his head and laughed while the attractive young woman beside him smiled at the heartwarming scene. "It does?" he asked, grinning at her. "Well maybe this will help make it feel better!" With that, he gave the child the large paper bag he'd been holding.

Smiling, Jill opened the sack and peered inside. Her smile widened and she shrieked with delight at the contents. "A doggie!" she cried, reaching in the bag to withdraw a large stuffed animal with big floppy ears. "Oh, thank you, Uncle Gene," she bubbled, hugging the toy in her small arms.

"Uh, this here is Fern," Gene introduced, turning to the beautiful blonde seated on the sofa.

"You're pretty," Jill said with youthful candor as the young woman smiled at her.

"Well, thank you," Fern said, displaying her perfect teeth. "I was just thinking the very same thing about you, Jill."

Noting the ease with which Fern spoke to her daughter made Sarah like the young woman on the sofa despite the fact that she had come with Gene. Sarah could always detect a forced joviality toward children and she knew that the slender blonde had a genuine fondness for young people. Still, Sarah remained silent while Gene visited with his niece for several minutes. Relief rippled through her when Gene lifted Jill in his arms and carried her to her bedroom.

"You better get back in bed, young lady," he lectured with mock sternness. "'Cause I wanna hear that you're all better by Monday mornin' y'hear?"

The two women suddenly alone in the room, Sarah cleared her throat self-consciously. "How long have you been dating Gene?" she asked, a plastic smile on her face.

"Oh, we don't date, Sarah," the girl quickly explained, smiling warmly, her eyes reflecting open admiration as they traveled the length of the brunette's voluptuous figure. "Gene and I are just friends, nothing more."

Sarah frowned, more confused than ever. Before she could say anything else, however, Gene returned to the room, gesturing for Fern to follow him to the door. "Guess we'll be movin' on," he said, "Jill don't look real sick though. So take good care of her, dear Sarah. And we'll see you Monday mornin' for sure."

Sarah wore a perplexed expression as she followed them to the door. She stood by the window, watching the unlikely pair get into Gene's sports car and wondered what part Fern was to play in Gene's bizarre plan of sexual blackmail. Maybe Gene has fallen in love with her, she speculated, her hopes rising. And he wants me to do whatever I can to convince Fern that he's a worthwhile person. Fern seems like a lovely young woman, Sarah thought, watching Gene's car pull away from the curb. Much too good for someone as contemptible as Gene. Still, if she could get off the hook by doing her best to convince the beautiful blonde that her brother- in-law was a swell guy, Sarah knew, with a twinge of guilt, that she would play along with the scheme. Her love for her husband was far stronger than any twinges of conscience.

Sarah enjoyed the weekend that followed with the desperation of those whose days are numbered. She spent quiet times with her daughter, noting with mixed emotions, Jill's return to perfect health. Although she was glad to see her thriving, Sarah dreaded the thought of her brother-in-law's scheduled visit early Monday morning. Whenever she brooded about it, however, Sarah tried to tell herself that it was possible that her brother-in-law had fallen in love with the beautiful blonde and changed his ways. Could it be that Gene had reformed, was already sorry for what he'd done the other morning? Although the distraught brunette hoped that it was true, she was doubtful. Gene seemed as cocky as ever Friday morning. Still, Sarah simply could not understand why a girl as lovely as Fern would participate in a scheme involving sexual blackmail. Confusing as the situation was, the voluptuous brunette was unable to convince herself that her troubles with Gene were over. The weekend seemed to pass much too quickly and Sarah dreaded the arrival of Monday morning.

When Mike turned to her in bed Sunday night, Sarah went into his arms eagerly. Her private turmoil had her as tense as an overwound coil and she longed for the release that lovemaking could bring. Much to her frustration, however, Mike approached her with his usual reserve. After she had removed her nightgown, he lowered his blond head to her bosom, nipping lightly at each uplifted nipple while he lightly caressed the mammoth mounds of firm flesh surrounding them. Sarah felt her bright rosettes spring to life at the touch of his warm mouth. They rose in the air all hot and pink and eager. His kneading fingers felt so good on her twin hills of femininity, making Sarah's sensual lips part while emitting a sigh of pleasure. The well- endowed young woman ran her fingers through her husband's curly hair while he treated her melonous breasts to the delights of his hands and mouth.

All too soon, though, Mike's warm mouth released her savory nipples, leaving them wet and distended, fairly quivering for more. When Mike's hands also moved away from her pale spheres of flesh, she whimpered softly. Oh, how she wanted him to keep his lips and hands on her! She quickly compared her husband's timidity with her brother-in-law's demanding mouth and Sarah found herself wishing fervently that Mike would go at her big boobs with the same gusto Gene had displayed the other morning. Much as she despised her arrogant brother-in-law, Sarah had to admit that his searching mouth and hands had felt good on her naked flesh. When Gene attacked her big tits, fiery bursts of pleasure had coursed through her body and the fuzzy triangle between her legs had come alive, throbbing in hot appreciation.

Now Sarah's sexual appetite had merely been whetted and she longed to cry out to her husband to keep sucking, to tug harder on her hungry flesh but her inhibitions with Mike were far too strong to allow such candor. Instead, she remained silent and miserable as he abandoned her eager breasts to climb on top of her. His soft lips lowered on hers and she felt the warmth of his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned softly while Mike swirled his wet oral member, making her pussy flutter and throb. She slid her arms up his broad muscular back, thrilling to the weight of his powerful body on hers. Mike was such a big handsome hunk of masculinity ... and she loved him so! The young housewife was certain that her burly husband was capable of fucking her soundly if only his sexual needs matched hers. But Mike seemed perfectly content with his tepid brand of lovemaking and Sarah would never dream of letting him know that she secretly hungered for more. What good would it do, except to bruise his ego, when Mike's libido was obviously much more easily sated than hers? Maybe I'm just oversexed! Sarah found herself thinking once again.

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