Message-ID: <15353eli$9809160543@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: QuantumLeap Subject: {QuantumLeap} "The Visitors" Part IX (wife nc humil mc) 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: <35FEE17C.78304098@anon.anon> *****************WARNING!WARNING!********************************** The following story contains material of an adult, explicit sexual nature. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THIS SUBJECT MATTER OR UNDER 18, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!! ******************************************************************* The Visitors by QuantumLeap Part IX I opened my eyes to familiar surroundings. Early morning sunlight filtered through our bedroom window as my feet sank into the thick, comforting carpet. The house was quiet, except for an occasional passing car and a chorus of birds in the backyard. It was like waking from a nightmare, relieved to find myself safe and secure, thankful for the escape back to reality. Quietly, carefully, I searched the house. Each time I found a room empty, I feared that the next would contain the monster and his brood. The absence of the terror and humiliation surrounding us over the past days was almost too much to hope for. After several thorough inspections, I was certain I was alone. I began to imagine the worst for my wife. Was she safe? Had she left me? Her clothes and possessions were untouched. Everything was as it should be. Could this all have possibly been a dream or some kind of hallucination? What the hell was going on? Hunger began to gnaw at me as I remembered how little I had eaten over the past few days. The breakfast I prepared was delicious and my strength began to return. A badly needed shower was next. The torrent of hot water was rejuvenating and relaxing. As my frayed nerves began to recover, I felt a burning sensation over my groin. Looking down, I saw the water turn pink as blood seeped from my lacerated scrotum. I guessed the dream theory was out. I soaped myself gingerly, cleaning my wounds. After cleaning up, I dressed, feeling like I was part of the real world again. I search the house again for my wife, but couldn't find a trace of her. Telling myself to relax, I decided to wait a while for her return, probably from shopping or lunch with the girls. It was Saturday, and she was frequently gone most of the day. By evening, I became more concerned. By 2:00 am, I considered calling the police. Was the monster still in our lives? Would he retaliate, possibly harming her, if I pursued him? After a sleepless night, Sunday passed without a word from her. By Sunday night I was a wreck. Restlessly, I paced through the house and drank, trying to decide what to do. At midnight, the doorbell rang. I raced to the forier, anxiously swinging open the front door. I turned to stone as I saw the monster and my wife, hand-in-hand, waiting. Without a word they entered, the giant smiling as he looked down at me. He wore an expensive suit and was impeccably groomed. Although still huge, he could have passed for a lawyer or a businessman. My wife stood beside him, her face showing a nervous smile. She wore a beautiful black velvet gown, brushing the floor as she walked. The neckline was low enough to reveal the top half of both breasts, including a bit of her dark nipples at the border. As she passed me, I noticed the back of the dress dipped to display the two sharp dimples and crease of her perfect ass. They made themselves at home on the sofa as I followed them into the living room for an explanation. He watched me calmly as he spoke in even tones. "I hope you weren't worried, but every couple deserves a honeymoon." My wife fidgeted beside him, watching me as he continued. "I am returning my new wife here to live. You will care for her, provide for her, and be a companion for her. You will not have sex with her or attempt to excite her in any way. That is for me alone. The lust she carries for me is strong, and you must come to terms with her perpetual cravings. They are not for you to share. I will visit often to enjoy her body and to provide relief from the heat within her. We will spend time away from you, the length and purpose of which is not your concern. You will find her changed in many ways, some undoubtedly disturbing to you. You will live with her, grow accustomed to these things, and accept them as conditions over which you have no control. This is not your choice. I have decided this, and you will obey." As he spoke, her hand rested on his huge thigh, stroking it while she listened. She looked at me calmly, as though the arrangement was agreed upon before their arrival. I saw no evidence of the drugs, but something about her was very different. "I have business to attend to, and will be leaving now." He rose from the sofa and walked to the door. She followed him, standing near him as he turned to leave. He smiled at her, and she embraced him, straining to reach his wide mouth. Her hand went to his erection, stroking and squeezing it through his suit. His hands trailed down her bare back, circling the crevice between her buttocks, returning up along the sides of her exposed torso, making her gasp as he brushed the outer curves of her breasts. "I must go," he replied. Breathless, she watched him leave, staring at the door that closed behind him. Recovering slowly, she turned to me with sympathy in her eyes. I went to her and held her, watching a tear escape down her cheek. Putting her arms around me, she cried softly, her face buried in my chest. She was so beautiful, so vulnerable, her body soft and hard at the same time. As my erection reached its full size, she felt it against her flat stomach. Immediately she pushed me away, running to the bathroom and slamming the door. Coming closer, I could hear her gagging and vomiting on the other side of the door. After ten or fifteen minutes she returned, glaring at me, keeping her distance. "I'm sorry. I love you, but the thought of you fucking me makes me ill. I can't help it; it's the way I am now. I'm sorry, but I can only be with him now." I couldn't face her. My head was swimming as I bolted out the door. I jumped in the car, hoping a drive would clear my head. I returned several hours later, still upset. As I entered the house, I heard my wife's voice. Walking quietly to our bedroom, I listened to her conversation on the phone. "But I need you now. My cunt is aching and wet. I want you inside me. I need to lick your balls and suck your hard cock. ... Yes, I know, but I can't wait that long! No, he got an erection after you left, but it made me sick. ... But- ... yes, I understand. ... Yes ...Yes ... Ok ... I will. ...I understand. ...Ok ... I'm yours, my husband." I peered around the corner as she hung up the phone. She was on the bed, wearing only her slip, staring at the ceiling. Her legs were drawn up, and I could see she was naked underneath. Her open legs framed her swollen cunt. Her juices gleamed as they soaked the bedding beneath her. She played with her breasts, hands moving under the sheer, black slip. I couldn't take any more. I charged into the room to the bed. "What are you doing? Was that him on the phone? How long do you think I can stand this?" She looked at me from the bed, still playing with her stiffened nipples, not bothering to stop. "I'm sorry, I told you I can't help it! I need sex so badly, but it has to be with him! He won't even let me masturbate! I'm in as much agony as you are! How can I possibly live like this!" Pulling her hands from under the slip in frustration, she began to cry, the smell of her sex filling the room. What could I do? Her excited body had made me hard again, but comforting her in my obvious condition would only make her sick. I walked slowly from the room, hoping she could help herself. I poured the first of many drinks, trying to deaden the pain the monster had again inflicted. The next few days were increasingly difficult. We barely talked, each knowing the pain we caused the other. While in the house, she wore only a cotton shirt tied at the front. Her jostling breasts flirted with me each time the top fell open to reveal the soft flesh that now belonged to him. She stayed naked from the waist down, as he requested. He had warned her that if she was not ready, with her cunt exposed, he would refuse to satisfy her the next time he arrived. Her long, sculptured thighs were constantly slick with the liquids that flowed unendingly from her dripping cunt. It sickened me to know that her blatant display of lust was fired only by the creature that caused our misery. One day, just after noon, a package arrived for her. She had rushed to the door, hoping it was him. The mailman stared at her, taking in her body as she signed for the package, mortified at her mistake. Opening the shoebox-sized parcel, she read the letter inside. Dear wife, Enclosed is an assortment of condoms. You will show your love for me by filling them with cum. You may drain any man you wish (except your house companion) in any manner you wish. Collect each of your newfound lover's semen in a separate condom, tie the end, and save them for me. When you accumulate 12 cum-filled condoms, I will reward you with an intense sexual experience, bathing you in ecstasies you can not imagine. Enjoy yourself as you milk these men of their semen, and think of me as they shoot their hot cum into your beautiful, desperate body. Your anxious husband Without a word, she disappeared into the bedroom carrying the box. Minutes later she reappeared, having added a pair of tiny red shorts and sandals to her outfit. I noticed several packs of the brightly colored condoms stuffed in her purse as she hurried out the door. As the week passed, she brought home several used condoms each day. Refusing to tell me where she "filled" them, my imagination began to torture me. She retrieved them from everywhere - work (her lecherous boss?), the gym (a sweaty personal trainer?), and movies (another stranger?). She dressed seductively each night and went out for hours, sometimes returning with two or three trophies for her master. She displayed her cum collection in a large glass bowl which she placed at the head of our bed, reminding me to keep my distance when we shared the bed. I was forced to accept her treasures when she returned, then place the slimy, knotted sacks into the bowl. It was also my job to keep track of the total, informing her immediately when she acquired a sufficient number to earn the fevered stroking of her master's always erect cock. By the following Saturday she had collected sixteen condoms, five of them on Friday night. I heard her make the call to him, talking softly in the bedroom. Her hand entered her open blouse, playing with her breasts as she received his praise for her obedience and devotion. She answered him breathlessly, with short responses and low, throaty moans. She leaked freely onto the bedding where she sat, lubricating her thighs as she rubbed them together, feeling the warmth spread from her wet genitals to her belly and breasts. I was sickened to see how intensely she responded to his voice. I felt I had truly lost her. Seeing me at the door, she closed and locked it, preparing herself for his arrival later that night. After an hour, she reappeared in the clothes she had selected for his anticipated visit. She wore a white, lace half-bra, exposing and lifting her breasts and nipples forward, offering them to his waiting hands. A narrow, white satin braid circled her slim waist. Another section of braid ran from front to back, buried in her swollen labia and the crevice of her perfect ass. Small gold rings fastened it in the front and back to the elegant braided belt. Covering her body from neck to toes was a sheer white gown, held in place by a gold collar. The nearly transparent covering accented her firm, tan body as she moved enticingly beneath it. He had requested that I also dress for the occasion. Naked, I wore only a leather strap around my cock and balls attached to a long gold chain. Forced to allow my wife to again insert one of his capsules into my ass, my cock sprang to attention in front of me, its head wet with droplets of my pre-cum. She held my chain as she paced in front of the door, waiting for his arrival. Very soon the doorbell rang. My wife lunged for the door as I tried to prepare myself for the perversion and humiliation of the long night ahead. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----