Message-ID: <17508eli$9811240426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: quantumleap01@hotmail.com (QuantumLeap) Subject: {QuantumLeap} "The Visitors" Part XVI (wife nc humil mc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <36593a6d.22051160@news.supernews.com> ****************************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 XVI The next few days passed quickly. I rarely saw my wife or Spike. The bedroom door was closed when I left for work, and they returned to our home together, very late at night. When they arrived, he always led her silently by me, retiring to their room and locking the door. She was always dressed in her best clothes, presented to her customers as the elegant lady that Spike promised, bringing a price that few of the most selective callgirls could demand. Her face was always downcast, ashamed to look at me as he tugged at her reluctant hand, towing her after him like a worrisome possession. Occasional glimpses of her expression revealed her nightly exhaustion, the dark circles beneath her tired eyes framed by the drying semen in her matted hair. I had been virtually ignored the entire week. Spike had now excluded me from every detail of their secretive comings and goings. Now, only he watched as she serviced the select group of men able to afford her. As I viewed the nightly surrender on her worn face, I felt her slipping away from me, a little at a time, until I feared that Spike would own her completely. Friday evening I returned to find the house again empty. Pouring myself a needed scotch, I peered through the kitchen window, watching the inviting rippling of the crystal water in the oval pool. I had argued against it when we built the house, not caring much for the water myself. My wife got her way, having been a swimmer in high school and college, and used the pool daily. She loved the water almost as much as I loved watching her in it, although the approaching fall weather left fewer and fewer opportunities for me to enjoy her agile body gliding over the ice-blue surface. It was then that I noticed the figures by the side of the pool. Legs and arms intertwined, mouths sloppily sucking at each other, they wrestled together on the smooth tile. My wife wore only the yellow bottom of her most daring bikini, her firm, tanned breasts flattened between her and the boy. He looked to be about eighteen, all waist and legs, his lean body twisting and straining beside her. As he rolled over her, I saw her hand working gently inside his red surfer trunks, teasing and stroking him under the loose material. Their bodies glistened in the late afternoon sun, heavily oiled with lotion from the now overturned bottle. "Ain't love beautiful!" Spike joked, startling me from behind as I watched in disbelief. "Eric's dad has BIG bucks, and a wicked sense of humor! He paid extra, so a few of his buddies will be showin' up soon. We're havin' a pool party, and you're the cook. Get the ground beef we bought today and make us some burgers. I'll bet these guys will be workin' up some huge fuckin' appetites!" Camcorder in hand, he strolled outside and headed for the busy couple. He stopped ten feet in front of them, kneeling to get the best angle as he taped my wife with her young customer. Averting my eyes from the degrading spectacle, I turned to the refrigerator to prepare the meal. Just as I had finished shaping the five pounds of beef into a huge pile of burgers, Spike strolled into the kitchen, followed by my wife and her companion. My eyes were drawn to the shared fist between them, fingers interlaced, her thumb moving slowly and gently over Eric's trembling hand. He glanced repeatedly at her exposed, bouncing breasts, the front of his trunks stained from the pre-cum of his still-erect penis. They followed Spike into the family room, where I soon heard the thudding beat of some unfamiliar hard rock blaring from my stereo. Spike returned to the kitchen, ordering me to "Fire up the grill, the others will be here soon!" My wife and the boy remained in the other room, their laughter occasionally rising above the irritating music. As I lowered each burger to the steaming surface, I couldn't help thinking that it would be fuel for those who would use my wife later this evening. Had Spike already given her the drugs, or was she truly excited by this young, eager boy? How many more would show up to sample her body, and in what ways would she be expected to satisfy them? Each hiss from the raw meat was a mocking reply as it met the hot grill, small voices ripping at my frayed mind. Spike appeared beside me as I worked, opening a handful of the familiar capsules, pouring the contents over one of the remaining patties. Kneading the powder into the meat, then reshaping it, he replied, "Guess who gets this one? Just make sure you keep it separate from the others and see that she eats it. We don't want to disappoint anyone, do we!" I placed it on the far corner of the grill, disgusted at having to feed my wife the powerful drugs that would turn her into an insatiable slut for this evening's entertainment. Soon I heard the laughter and cheers of the others as they burst from the door onto the tile deck. The boy's four friends carried two coolers to the side of the pool, each filled with assorted brands of their favorite beer. My wife and Eric followed them, stopping as she was surrounded by the small crowd. They joked with her, boldly commenting on what parts of her body were their favorites. She seemed to enjoy the attention as her eyes devoured every inch of the five well-muscled bodies. "Let's eat!" Spike shouted, as the rowdy group closed in on my topless wife. Opening more beer on the way, they headed for the grill, the smell of the freshly seared meat distracting them for the moment. I loaded the food onto the plastic plates as they passed by, making sure to give my wife her special portion. She ignored me, talking to the others as I gave her the drug-laced meat. They devoured the meal in gulps, most returning for seconds and thirds. I wasn't sure if they knew she was my wife, but I suspected they did by the sly looks and grins they shot me as they returned to the grill for more. Soon, half the beer was gone and the five grew impatient, becoming more aggressive, fondling and kissing my wife as their inhibitions melted away. The sun had slipped over the horizon unnoticed as everyone's attention was fixed on my wife, preoccupied with the fantasies she evoked in each boy's hopeful imagination. The fall night air delivered a sudden chill, again ignored by the excited teenagers. Spike strolled to the middle of the group, then led my wife to the far end of the pool. He spoke quietly to her for a minute, then returned to a nearby chair to watch. After a long look at the leering boys, she slowly lowered the tiny yellow thong over her trim legs, stepping out of it as it fell onto the cool tile. They gasped, speechless for the first time tonight as they stared at her wet, swollen vagina, slick and pink, ripples of light flashing over her from the water below. Carefully, she eased herself over the edge onto the inflated raft floating below her. Stretching her excited body over the length of it, she paddled to the center of the pool, hands and arms dipping into the warm liquid. The surface of the pool glowed from submerged lights burning under the heated water. The bobbing raft was transparent, displaying her as though suspended on an undulating plane, six feet above the pool bottom. A smoky mist rose around her as the warm water met the cold night air, capturing the rippling luminescence, isolating it from the surrounding darkness. Eyes closed, head arched backward, she placed both hands between her parted thighs. Opening herself to their hungry gaze, she spread her flowing liquids over the fleshy folds, fingers rolling and stroking the sensitive lips and hood. She began to pant, short little cries and moans escaping her, causing small clouds of breath to condense in the crisp air above her. Unexpectedly sobered by the fantastic scene before them, they watched in stunned silence, with only an occasional "Jesus!" or "My God!" drifting quietly into the night air. Frantic fingers finally coaxed the orgasm from her, hips rising and thrusting, head rolling from side to side as her wanton moans blended with the music, its slowing rhythms matching her gasping recovery. Spike stood, smiling proudly, more than satisfied with her performance. He watched the stunned boys as they gaped at the sleek, breathless vision floating before them. "I believe she wants some company, guys," he called, waiting for them to respond. Glancing at each other for just seconds, they stripped off the dripping trunks and entered the pool, quickly surrounding her, pulling the raft to the shallow end. She rolled off the raft as they overturned it, finding herself suspended by five pairs of exploring hands. I stood by helplessly as they held her, their stiff, bobbing cocks just visible under inches of the clear water. Each of her hands found smooth, hard torsos to her left and right, enjoying the response she brought to them as she ran her eager fingers over their lean chests and abdominals. Eric eased past her submerged legs and entered the open space between them. Her hands disappeared below the water, reaching for his erection, pulling him closer to her glowing, pink slit. He began to thrust instinctively as she rubbed him against her pouting labia, trying to find her flowing entrance. Once found, he filled her at once, plunging into her with adolescent abandon. She tried to draw him nearer, to run her hands over his young body, to see the lust in his eyes as he fucked her, but he resisted, standing between her straining thighs, ramming her repeatedly, possessed by the urgent need that now controlled him. He came very quickly, the muscles of his arched back tensing as he released the hot semen deep inside her. Far from being satisfied, she pleaded with him as he pressed against her. "Please, no, not now, not yet!" The others laughed as Eric pulled away from her, grinning from ear to ear. A second boy took his place at once, now eager to hear her beg him for more as he worked the head of his penis inside her. She moaned softly as he pumped his rigid young cock into her, splashing small waves of water onto her belly and breasts. He also orgasmed in minutes, throwing his head back and howling like a wolf in heat as his strong hands dug into the hard flesh of her upper thighs. Again disappointed, she cried, "Oh God, no!" as his cock fell from her burning pussy. Each of the others waded between her spread legs, always masturbating into her, never satisfying the drug-induced lust that continued to torture her. Tiny, white snakes of semen rose to the surface of the water, dancing and twisting in the currents that flowed past her still- hungry body. I shook with rage and disgust as my wife begged them for more. She promised them everything from blowjobs to anal sex, clutching at them as they left the pool, humiliated as they joked and laughed at her. Tired and very drunk, they gathered their belongings, stopping to thank Spike on their way out. As they left, everyone turned to take one last look at my wife. She stood at the edge of the pool, staring at them. Her wet, naked body was silhouetted against the blue glow from the lighted pool behind her. The swollen features of her genitals were visible in the small space between her slim thighs. Tiny, sparkling droplets of water clung to her skin as she panted, incredulous, watching them wave goodbye. Spike showed the boys to the door, then returned to the pool, looking slowly up and down her wet, trembling body. Extending a bony hand, he covered her crotch, slipping two fingers inside her. Her eyes closed at once, moaning softly as she anticipated any relief he could offer. She opened her eyes suddenly, surprised as he began to lead her to the house using the two fingers, now digging into the engorged wall of her vagina. Looking back at me with his sickening grin, he motioned for me to follow them. Once inside, he towed her to the bedroom. I followed them, stopping just inside the open door. "Get on the bed, bitch," he ordered. She climbed onto the king-sized bed, displaying her swollen genitals as she crawled to the center. "On your back!" he spat. She rolled onto her back, eyes tearing with uncertainty as his instructions hit her like hammer blows. "Tie her," he ordered, shoving two lengths of cord at me as I watched from the door. I took the rope, using it to tie each of her delicate wrists to the heavy posts at the head of the bed. Spike now loomed over her at the foot of the bed, taking in her bound, raging body. "Do you wanna get fucked?" he demanded. She studied him nervously, pausing for a dangerously long time before giving him her answer. "DO YOU WANNA GET FUCKED, YOU LITTLE SLUT?" he shrieked. "Yes, please," she answered quickly, terrified at his building rage. "Yeah, I thought so. Well, wifey, since those five guys couldn't satisfy ya, I thought I'd let some of MY friends have a shot at ya." I saw her face freeze, horror replacing apprehension, as she looked past him at the wavering surface of the large mirror. He stepped aside just as the creature burst from the silvery surface, making its way to the foot of the bed. The all too familiar red eyes were fixed on her, paralyzing her with its gaze. The misshapen mass of oozing flesh and appendages snorted and grunted as it studied its victim, the huge, pulsing phallus leaking vile fluids from the gaping opening in the bulbous head. Her terrified screams began at once as the monster climbed onto the bed and worked its way between her thrashing legs. I looked on in horror as the immense, gnarled organ disappeared inside her, the demon's bulk pinning her helplessly to the bed. Her cries increased to a frightening intensity as the abhorrent beast washed her face with its thick, sticky tongue, dripping strings of yellow saliva into her open mouth. A second creature penetrated the mirror's surface and stood by the bed, waiting to taste her warm flesh. Turning to study me with glowing eyes, it reached for me with a scaly, clawed hand. Panic-stricken, I backed away quickly, just as a third monster squeezed through the portal. Inching away from the creature's advances, I stumbled and fell backwards through the open bedroom door. I crashed to the floor just before the door slammed shut, my wife's shrieks continuing as a growing number of creatures filled the dark room to foul her helpless body. Her screams continued throughout the night. I waited, trembling, in the guestroom for the hoard of fiends to finish, then to come for me, perhaps ending this nightmare, once and for all. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----