Message-ID: <3332eli$9708250925@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Bookman Subject: RP: Spamhater Decoded: Blackmailed Wife: 1--09 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34009BBB.244C@wolfenet.com> (Note: I am not the author, I am only the decoder. If you are the author of this piece, I would like to get your name connected to your work in our archives, so you get the credit you deserve in all future reposts. Please email me.) BlkMldWf.zip - 9/17 The Blackmailed Wife Chapter 9 Ann's eyes were still on the stage her breath coming in gasps as the curtain closed. She had never been so excited, sexually by anything and it frightened her. To actually see a beautiful young girl subjugated by an animal was far beyond the scope of her imagination -- and for the girl to enjoy it the way she did with the St. Bernard was beyond anyone's imagination. Ann was a nervous wreck when Ramon announced that the lights would be turned on in three minutes. There was a bustle of clothing being straightened and she guiltily pulled down her own dress under which Carlos' hand had been probing into her moments before. She felt the wet between her thighs as she lifted herself slightly off the seat and smoothed her dress beneath her buttocks. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, Julia reluctantly forcing Pete's hand out of the front of her panties and pulling her dress down as the lights Licked on. Ann was crimson at having to face all these people after the lewd exhibition on stage, but there was nothing she could do but look as nonchalant as possible under the circumstances. "Boy," Pete said, wiping his perspiring forehead with a handkerchief. "That was some hot little bitch up there. Did you see the way she gave that hound a ride? Bet he'll never be happy with another she St. Bernard again." Julia and Carlos laughed at the joke and Ann forced a smile. He knew she had been on the verge of losing control of herself and for this reason, she could not look at him. She had never felt so humiliated and ashamed in her life and could not understand how Julia could sit here so calmly after letting Pete do the things he did to her while the lights were down. She just did not understand it and a sudden wave of revulsion came over her when she remembered her own behavior and how she had allowed Carlos to take so many liberties with her own body. God, what had come over them? They were both married women and had husbands away at sea and here they had acted like two whores picked up on the street -- which is just what had happened! They had been picked up! "Well, let's have a drink everyone," Pete said, wiping his flushed face with a handkerchief. "I need it after that exhibition of bedroom gymnastics. Come on, I've arranged a private room for us to cool off in; then we can continue where we left off, eh baby?" He patted Julia playfully on the buttocks as she rose from the couch. Ann was shocked and the sudden impact of what he was suggesting caught her unaware. She refused to move when the others got up. "Well come on, Ann," Julia smiled down at her. "I think you need a drink too." She directed a knowing smile at Carlos who had also risen and was waiting with the others. "I-I'm not going. I want to go home now," she stammered, looking at the floor. Tears of humiliation were forming in the corners of her downcast eyes. "Oh, for God's sake, baby, don't keep giving us that innocent act," Pete blurted suddenly. "I saw you rubbing against that seat like you had a short fuse under you, who do you think you're kidding?" Ann gasped at the realization that Pete had been watching her shameless submission to Carlos' probing hand. She dropped her head into her hands sobbing, unable to believe it. They were watching her all the time! "Pete," Julia admonished, "leave the poor girl alone. I'll handle this. She's my guest down here." "Well, hell, who does she think she is, Miss Untouchable?" "Now you be quiet. Ann, darling, let's go freshen up, shall we? We'll meet you gentlemen in the room for a drink in a couple of minutes." "Well make it fast, baby, I'm hot as a firecracker," Pete cracked as he and Carlos headed toward the stairway. Julia took Ann's hand, and pulled her gently from the couch, leading her out of the room and down the hall to the ladies room. Her arm was draped sympathetically over Ann's shoulder consoling the sobbing girl. Other couples eyed them curiously on their way upstairs to the various bedrooms. In the bathroom, she took a cold wash cloth and pressed it tenderly to Ann's forehead. "There dear, does that feel better?" "Oh yes, it does, Julia," Ann groaned in self pity. "I -- I feel like such a fool for behaving this way but I just can't take much more of this. I love Dave so much and I just can't do anything that might make me sorry for the rest of my life. I just can't." "There, now. No one's asking you to do anything you don't want to. I just can't understand why such a lovely girl wouldn't like to enjoy herself a little on the side. After all, no one would ever know." "I don't care. I would know and that would be enough," Ann protested. "I could never face my husband again if I went any farther. I've done enough as it is." "Ann darling, this is the twentieth century you know and women do have some rights. Must I remind you that Dave -- like all the other pilots -- has probably got his own little girl tucked away in an apartment in Hong Kong and may be shacked up with her right this minute. I know that no-good husband of mine has and I don't intend to let him get away with it. I'm going to get my kicks too." "Julia!" Ann suddenly rebuked her, anger in her voice. "You don't mean you're going to bed with that horrible man!" "Of course I am, dear. What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Remember that." "Well, you can do what you want, but I'm not going to let anyone touch me. It's not right and you should be ashamed thinking about such a thing. I want to go home right now." "Now, now, Ann darling. Don't give up your precious morals for my sake. You can sit quietly with Carlos and have a nice drink while Pete and I go play naked games. The way I feel now, it won't take too long." "But you can't leave me alone with Carlos," Ann wailed. "He might try to do something horrible to me." "What's horrible?" contempt in her voice. "Who are you afraid of Ann -- Carlos or yourself?" "That's not funny," Ann defended, straightening to reassert her composure. "I can take care of myself." "All right then show me," Julia chided. "You're a big girl now. Momma can't watch over you all the time." Julia started toward the door, leaving Ann still standing in front of the mirror. She hesitated for a moment, and then followed, angry now. Julia was back on the kid routine and Ann had had enough of it. She was a grown woman and could take care of herself. She didn't need a nurse maid. Her courage wavered as she followed Julia upstairs to a door at the end of a long corridor. Ann knew she shouldn't go in and flushed again at the thought of having to face Carlos after the things she let him do in the darkness downstairs. But it was too late now, Julia had opened the door and entered and Ann couldn't just stand here in the corridor like a fool. "Well, little Miss Virtue has decided to have a drink with us after all, huh? I figured she'd have run with her tail between her legs by now." Pete chuckled as Ann followed Julia into the room. A lewd, half-drunken smile covered the better part of his ruddy, heavy-jowled face. "Has she given the royal consent to play 'pussy' with your friend Carlos here, too?" he continued, laughing at his own obscene cleverness. Ann gave him a cold stare in answer and sat stiffly on a chair in the corner of the room, ignoring the empty seat on the couch by Carlos. Her eyes assessed the furnishings apprehensively. It certainly was designed for an orgy. There was an over-sized double bed against one wall and two couches with matching chairs scattered about. A small dressing table with a large gold-framed mirror over it intimated it was a bedroom. Ann nodded a reluctant thanks when Carlos put a tall Scotch in her hands. She appreciated that he was being a gentleman about the whole thing and not acting like a complete idiot as Pete was doing. One would never have known by Carlos' demeanor that he had been touching her so intimately a few short minutes ago. Ann closed her thighs in automatic reaction to the thought as it flickered through her mind momentarily. A deep sense of shame still pervaded her entire being and she had no desire to defend herself against Pete's remarks. She just hoped he and Julia and had their little fun and returned quickly so she could get out of this evil place back to her own world that she could understand. Pete poured himself another quickly and handed one to Julia whose eyes were shining in expectation. Ann had never seen her this way before. It must be the combination of the exhibition (that Ann had to admit left warm tingles in her body), and the hashish cigarettes earlier. They still hadn't worn off and Ann's mind still felt a fuzzy and her body sensitive even to the touch of the chair when she sat down. "Come on, sweety," Pete said, reaching over and patting Julia's thigh, "bring that drink along and let's go play games. My pecker's so hard it's gonna break off in a minute." "Pete, you don't have to be so crude. After all, we do have a guest," Julia admonished him, watching Ann's face crimsoned under her needling. "I'm tempted to take both of you on. Carlos looks like an excellent lover. That would solve all our problems." Carlos remained silent under the compliment, but it was apparent he was pleased with the reference to his masculinity. "Baby, you won't be able to take on a tom cat when I'm finished with you," Pete laughed. "Now come on that big bed's waiting." He rose and took Julia's hand, pulling her to her feet. "I wish you a lot of luck, Carlos my friend, I think she might be a hot little piece once she gets going. I'll leave these and you two can see what you're missing." Pete pulled an envelope from his inside coat pocket and opened it, drawing out a stack of black and white photographs. He shoved them brusquely under Ann's face and when she refused to take them, let them fall to her lap. She caught a glimpse of the top one and almost dropped her drink. It was woman's face; her mouth in a strained circle around a man's hardened penis. Ann froze as Pete laughed aloud at her shocked reaction and led Julia through the door into the adjoining bedroom. "Have fun, kids. Them dirty pictures oughta loosen her up Carlos." Pete laughed as he closed the door behind them, his hand already loosening his tie, a lewd, expectant smile on his face. Ann and Carlos sat in silence for a moment. She gazed straight ahead afraid the sight of the obscene photographs lying on her lap might nauseate her and force her to run for the bathroom. She took a big swallow of the drink, feeling her composure returning as the warm liquid hit her stomach. She still had not looked Carlos in the eye since she had entered the room but the drink gave her a little more courage. "Carlos, please don't think I have anything against you. It's just that I'm a happily married woman and wouldn't think of doing anything like this with anyone other than my husband." "I understand, Ann. Don't pay any attention to Pete. He is just a loud Gringo who doesn't know when he should keep quiet," Carlos answered, understandingly. "I-I apologize for letting myself get out of hand downstairs. That's the first time any other man has ever touched me. I-I don't know what happened." "That was pretty exciting, down there. It would be difficult not to be affected by it. Besides," he joked, "it shows you are human in spite of what Pete says." Ann laughed in spite of her guilt. It was nice talking to Carlos. He seemed to understand her more than the others and she began to relax for the first time since they entered this place. Carlos was so pleasant, he seemed almost like a brother rather than someone she had to fear. He fixed them more drinks and returned to his seat on the couch, making no move toward her. This increased her confidence in him and her fears diminished. They talked at random for a few minutes and then Carlos excused himself for a moment to make a phone call. As soon as he closed the door, Ann's curiosity got the better of her. She had never seen two people making love before and her hand went to the pictures still lying in a heap on her lap. She studied the one of the woman sucking the man's penis carefully. She had heard of women who did this and when she had been in high school she had heard some of the other girls joking in the toilet about it but she had never expected to see anyone doing it. The woman's mouth was stretched so wide she wondered how she kept from choking on the enormous shaft. It was huge, and her lips were locked on it as though they would never let go. A ripple of sensation coursed through her as she pondered its size. It was much bigger than Dave's and she clasped her legs tighter together as she wondered what it would be like to have something that big shoved between her thighs. She flipped guiltily to the next one and gasped as it proved to be just the opposite. The same woman was sitting on a couch with her feet flat on the floor and her legs spread wide apart. A man was kneeling between her thighs and Ann could see clearly his tongue curling into the spread lips of her open vagina. Her mouth gaped at the obscene sight. She had also heard about men doing this to women but never thought the sight of such a depraved act could excite her against her will as this photograph was doing. She could feel a slight moistness again between her tightly pressed thighs. She reached for her drink on the table by the chair and took a long sip of it. It burned going down and she could feel her hand holding the pictures begin to shake as the emotions reflecting on the girl's face in the picture transmitted themselves to her own body. She jumped as Carlos entered the room unexpectedly. She did not hear him coming and her face flushed again. It was too late to hide the fact she had been looking at the pictures and she could see the amused expression on his face as he looked at her. "Caught with a hand in the cookie jar, eh?" he laughed good-naturedly. "Well," Ann's lips curved into a pout. "I was curious. Anyone would be that has never seen things like this before." "Yes, I think you are right," he agreed, filling both their glasses again. "Even I enjoy sometimes, it's good way to learn." "You don't mean you do the things these people are doing, do you Carlos?" Ann asked incredulously. "Who can tell, Ann. Even you be surprised some times at some things you do in passion. It's a very -- how you say? -- strong thing." "Well, I don't think I would. It's like an animal, some of the things they're doing." "What things," Carlos asked unexpectedly, a slight smile crossing his lips. "Well-ah-ah," Ann stuttered for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter when she saw the amused look on Carlos's face. "Why, you -- you did that on purpose. You can just look at them yourself. I'm not going to sit here and explain the details." Carlos picked up his drink and moved to the arm of Ann's chair, resting one arm lightly across the back. "Alright brave girl, let's see these things you talk about." Ann's courage faded with Carlos sitting so close to her. She took another swallow of the Scotch to bolster her strength. "This one for example," she blurted, "how could any self-respecting woman make love to a man like that. I think it's disgusting." "Your husband is a young man is he not?" Carlos questioned. "Why, yes, he is, but what brought that on? Dave is very good at making love and he doesn't have to resort to these horrible things to make me happy." "Yes but do you make him happy?" Carlos answered. "Making love is two people, not one." "Of course, I do. I'm not frigid. I like it too." "Yes," Carlos reminded softly, "I know you do. I've felt you, remember?" "Yes, I know you have," Ann answered slowly, reflecting on what took place on the couch downstairs a few minutes ago. "But please don't remind me of that Carlos. I want to forget it ever happened, if I can." "But not something you think to forget," Carlos objected softly. "It was thing you needed, Ann. I could feel when I touched you. That's why I not stop when put hand on mine to hold back." "Carlos," Ann said. "Please don't. I know, I know I may have felt like it. But that gives me no right to go around acting like a common street walker. I do have my husband to think about." "Of course," he agreed. "But perhaps it better if you learn a few things. Someone may take him away..." "You mean like this," Ann said grimly, holding up the picture of the woman sucking the enormous cock. "Well, I think she make this man very happy." Ann was becoming confused again. She knew she shouldn't have had that last drink. She felt she was right and shouldn't even be discussing these obscene things but the correct arguments weren't coming to mince She blinked, heavily, trying to clear her vision that had blurred slightly. Thoughts from the first days of her marriage flickered hazily through her mind. She did remember Dave putting gentle pressure on her head several times trying to push her down his body, but she had not responded. She had not even been aware of what he had wanted. He had done it so subtly. Was this why the letters weren't coming now? Did he have someone else over there who would do these awful things for him? He had always seemed happy with her, at least outwardly, but she did have to admit that she was a prude in certain respects. Did it take these things to hold a man? Another time fluttered into her mind when Dave had trailed his kisses down her body to the soft flesh of her stomach and kneeling between her open thighs had begun planting moist kisses on the soft flesh and hair surrounding her vagina. She had almost screamed for him to stop and sobbed that it was evil and had pulled him up over her again. He had taken her in the normal way but without the fire he had had before and she had wondered why. Was this it? Was it because she didn't really know what a man wanted or what sex really was? Was it really the animal thing she had seen on the stage downstairs? She had never -- in the year of her marriage to Dave -- experienced it like the girl with the dog nor had she ever been worked up to the peak that Carlos's hand brought her to -- perhaps she was frigid and Dave's almost casual attitude in making love to her was the result of this. Had she been kidding herself -- what should it be like when two people make love? The thought raced through her mind -- what should it be like what should it be like? Carlos put her glass into her hand and she drank deeply again. She felt the lewd stirrings that had churned her body to such a fever pitch on the couch downstairs, return. "I can teach about love, Ann," Carlos said softly, dropping his hand slightly from the back of the chair to her bare shoulder. "No, I don't need it," Ann said, squirming away from the brushing fingers. "I've told you I can't and I won't. It -- it's just not right." She could feel the moisture begin again between her tightly pressed thighs and she involuntarily moved her buttocks against the seat to quiet the lascivious tingle. "Look on this girl's face," Carlos said, pulling another picture from the packet. "She's enjoy it. Don't you think?" "Yes, yes she is," Ann breathed, as her eyes locked on the photograph of a girl on a bed with her legs wide apart and a man between them, his enormous cock sunk all the way between her up-lifted legs. The camera angle showed clearly his white thick member disappearing into the soft, hair-fringed folds of her vagina. It was almost to the hilt; only a tiny stretch of it was left showing, wet and glistening. The girl's face was contorted into the most depraved picture of ecstasy Ann had ever seen. God, how she must feel, she thought. And I've never felt that way. Ann had never seen a picture of two people making love before and it looked so strange -- almost crab-like with two long tentacles of the girl's legs waving wide apart in the air above them -- she wondered if this was the way she and Dave looked -- and the thought caused her to squirm slightly and press her thighs together to hold down the fire mounting against her will deep in her loins. Carlos had dropped his hand to her shoulder again but she hardly noticed it as she concentrated on the lewd position of the couple in the photograph. The now-familiar aching hunger inside her was beginning to grow and spread from her stomach upwards to the nipples of her hardening breasts. She shuddered as Carlos's fingers teased down again toward the vee of her dress and sliding beneath her bra, cupped her bare left globule and massaged it gently into greater hardness -- she could feel her breath coming in short, labored gasps now and she twisted against the seat again and again attempting to extinguish the fire that was again growing mercilessly between her legs. Carlos shuffled the photographs one after another teasingly before her face with his free hand, describing in lewd, lust-inciting terms, the actions each of she couples were performing. His lips had dropped to her ear and he was whispering moist entreaties into it -- using words she had not heard since she was a school girl, but now suddenly strangely exciting. Ann pressed her thighs tightly together in one last determined effort to overcome the temptation building within her. In her passion-and alcohol-distorted mind, she knew she had to go right this minute or she would not have the strength to fight off again the lust that was tugging at the very core of her quivering belly. "Carlos!" she whispered almost hysterically, pulling his hand from inside her dress. "Where is Julia? We must go, we must... right now!" she pleaded. "I can't stand it, please -- please help me!" "We should not interrupt," Carlos answered. "They be very angry." "I don't care? I don't care, we're going to leave. I can't stay in this awful place another minute!" she quavered, tears suddenly filling her eyes. "We can look what they do," he said slowly, letting the thought sink into Ann's tortured mind. "You-you mean watch them," Ann gasped. "Wh-what if they're still doing something." "They not know," he laughed softly. "Besides, you learn, maybe and hurt nothing." Ann's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. It was different looking at pictures but actually seeing two people tangled in intercourse was another thing. Even the exhibition downstairs had been different -- more obscene -- but different. This would be like peeking in a window into the privacy of a home. In spite of her revulsion to the idea she felt her curiosity rising. That did it look like? Was it as she imagined it would look? Carlos gave her time for no further thought. He placed the stack of photos on the table by the chair and taking Ann's hand, pulled her after him. "We're not going in that room, Carlos! We can't." "No, we watch here in special way," he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he led her to the dressing table. "Just here before mirror. I turn out light. Better take big drink too, before see what amiga Julia really like." Ann lifted her glass in obedience and took a few swallows. She needed courage now, her heart was beating like a runaway express in almost terrified anticipation. Her will to flee faded and she stared at her image in the mirror seeing a girl with a puzzled, yet frightening look staring back. A shudder of alarm flickered momentarily through in thoughts but animal curiosity glued her feet to the floor as the lights suddenly went out and she was left in darkness. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /