It was my last night in New Orleans after a week of... a week of hard work, mental stress and ultimate success. Being the Vice President of Acquisitions, the responsibility to seek out and buy other companies for my firm could be both mentally, and physically, exacting.

I was anxious to get home to my family but the earliest flight I could catch back to Chicago wasn't till Saturday morning. I decided to have a pleasant dinner, walk the length of Bourbon Street to see the sites, and in bed early, sufficiently rested for my flight.

After a dinner of French cuisine, my plan to walk seemed extremely appropriate, the richness of the food leaving me uncomfortably full.

The infamous Bourbon Street was disappointing... I envisioned it as a long cluster of Blues Clubs, Coffee Houses and Bo Jangles dancing in the street. In reality it was a long line of commercialized strip joints with hawkers standing at the doors, literally grabbing young men by the arm and leading them in.

Being female, and alone on Bourbon Street, somehow seemed to equate to my my being available for sex... I was hit on about every thirty feet I walked. I could only attribute the bad manners to masked inhibitions, assumingly due to the wide open party atmosphere.

I turned off of Bourbon Street onto a dimly lit side street... against the advice of others... just to see what was housed in some of the darkened little shops a half a block away. Most were closed, but one, The Black Magic Shoppe, still had an open sign hanging from an old fashion screen door, its slamming behind me a familiar sound from my childhood.

The store was poorly lit, and for a minute I thought no one was there. The old black woman startled me when she appeared out of nowhere and confronted me.

"What you doin here white woman... this ain't no tourist store. Somebody send you here?"

I was taken aback by her rudeness. "No... no one sent me here. You have an open sign in your window... are you not open?"

She didn't answer. "Why were you so rude?" I asked. "Aren't you in business to sell things? You're certainly not going to be in business long with that attitude!"

She stared at me sullenly while I began browsing around the little one room store. I had no idea what I was looking at, still seething from her inane attack on me, and the only reason I didn't leave immediately was out of sheer stubborness.

Back in the corner, partially hidden by some shelving was what appeared to by a tree stump... a tree stump sitting on the floor covered with... with blood!

"Get away from back there," she hollered out. Ain't no business of yours back there."

She didn't have to tell me twice. It almost looked like a little altar... an altar for sacrifice! I moved up towards the front counter.

"You ain't no believer are ya?" she sneered at me. "Why you here anyway?"

"Ma'am, I was just walking by," I said in my most controlled tone. "I saw your shop, it looked interesting and I thought I would drop in. Why are you... why are you so hostile? Is it because I'm white?"

"You ain't no believer are ya?" she repeated.

"Believer in what? Lady, I don't have any idea what your talking about."

She pulled a long spindly chicken foot from her apron pocket. With her gnarled fingers she stroked the dried up foot... suddenly she began to chant:

"I call on thee, power of lust,
obey and sweep the land
Inflicting chosen females
avoiding every man.

If in her eye they're pleasing
to them she be teasin

This woman, effect their desire,
when in her presence be
Overriding their sense of things
she's all that they can see."

And when the spell is over
altered her for life
we'll offer up new blood for you
her generous sacrifice.

If, in all your wisdom see,
the spell, a weakened link
Change it to your own desire
we value what you think."

"What the hell," I screamed in temporary pain. I watched as she threw the hair in an open jar sitting on the dirty counter. If I hadn't seen it I wouldn't have believed it. The jar appeared empty but... but the minute my hair went in a small flame appeared, like a candle, and an odor immediately permeated the store.

She began chanting again:

"Offering this woman's strand of hair
that hex can find her anywhere."

"I place spell... now get out. I don't like you... you have spell now. You gonna believe now white woman.

I left as quick as possible. The old woman was crazy as a loon. I certainly wasn't going to call the police. It could delay my departure. I suddenly missed my family again.

As soon as I arrived back at my hotel room I grabbed pen and paper... and with one of my many attributes, a steel trap memory, I wrote down, word for word, the chant of the old woman. I was, for some reason, intrigued by the event at the store... especially by someone living in a metropolitan area and still practicing some sort of archaic voodoo. It was certainly quaint.

I soon fell asleep while trying to figure out what the old woman's amusing hex could be.

As I boarded the plane next morning the old woman and New Orleans was history to me. My mind was on home, my two daughters and my husband. I wasn't used to being away from them seven or eight days at a time.

The stewardess in my area was extremely courteous, bringing me a pillow, a drink, and stopping every ten minutes asking if there was anything else she could do for me.

When the woman across the aisle from me offered me her magazine, along with an inappropriate, delicate stroke of my hand, I wondered what the hell was going on. I looked at the woman, she was smiling, not a friendly smile... a flirty smile!

The stewardess came back, even after I told her I was comfortable, and bent over like she was interested in something in my magazine. Suddenly she whispered in my ear; "Your perfume is delightful. What is it?"

I looked up at her, she was licking her lips suggestively.

"It's... it's, I forget the name," I said. I was still wondering what the hell was wrong with her.

She dropped an envelope in my lap and moved on down the aisle. There was nothing written on it, but it was sealed. I tore it open and found a note inside.

Dear Mrs Taylor,

"I looked up you name on our passenger manifest. I have no idea why I'm so attracted to you... I'm not gay. I just have this overwhelming desire to have sex with you. You will find the hotel where I'm staying in Chicago. Would you please, please give me a call." love, Heather

I re-read the note... then read it again! The question in my mind seemed obvious; Why would an attractive young lady write such a note to a stranger... not just a stranger, a customer of her employer. She could be putting her job in jeopardy!

I glanced over at the magazine lady. She was still staring at me, her lips glistening from her constant licking. Something was going on... this was too weird.

I spent the rest of the flight watching in fascination as the Stewardess, and the magazine lady, flirted with me. It was a strange sensation, to say the least. And a first for me! I never, at least that I'm aware of, had any woman come on to me. In a strange way I felt flattered.

I hurriedly left the plane after we landed in Chicago, leaving my admirers to their fantasy. It was amusing, their effort to be discreet, but it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to know what was on their mind.

Walking thru the airport, an inordinate number of women said hello to me as I passed them by, and I swear they had just a hint of the magazine lady's leer in their eyes. By the time I arrived at the long term parking lot to get my car I knew something was awry. I tried my best to fight off the lingering feeling that something was amiss, and concentrated on getting home to my family... god how I missed them.

"I'M HOME," I yelled as I entered the kitchen from the garage. No one answered. "Jesse, Jane, anybody?"

Apparently my two daughters didn't miss me nearly as much as I missed them... they weren't at home. I knew better than to think Bradley would be home... it was Saturday, his golf day, and he was religious about his golf.

Unpacking my bags in the bedroom, the strange plane flight crept back into my mind. I stopped for a moment, moving over to the full size mirror. I surveyed how I was dressed, my demeanor, anything that might have elicited those women's advances.

I've had enough compliments from men in my life to know I was desirable. And at thirty eight I still looked good... I must... I hear the scuttle butt at work, I see those horny exec's trying to get a glimpse up my skirt. I'm confident in myself and I know I still turn the men on. Even Bradley has a fit of jealousy now and then. Especially since one of his golf buddies told him the only way he could have sex with his wife was to fantasize about me. Bradley was upset for a month. I was, quite naturally, flattered...

I didn't see anything out of the ordinary in the way I was dressed. Business like, as usual. I decided I would just have to live with the mystery and accept the fact I was just too sexy for my own good.

"MOM, WHERE YOU AT?" It was Jesse looking for me.

"UP HERE HONEY, IN THE BEDROOM."

Jesse, my youngest, my tomboy, my athlete came bolting thru the bedroom door. "Hey Mom, glad your home. Dad's playing golf... Jane's at the mall... Jane's got a new boy friend... and I have a soccer game this afternoon. Are you going to come?"

"My god girl, slow down. Your overwhelming me with information. Yes, I'll be at your game. Now what about this new boy friend. I didn't even know she had an old boy friend."

"Well I think the old one only lasted a week. The new one is now... I think, three days old. Did you bring me anything?"

"I'm sorry honey, I didn't have time. I worked about twelve-fourteen hours every day."

"That's alright."

I removed my blouse while sitting on the edge of the bed. As I leaned over to remove my shoes Jesse crawled on to the bed behind me and put her arms around my neck. She began kissing my neck.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for your soccer game?"

"I just felt like hugging you. I missed you." She continued kissing... I thought I felt a lick... I pulled away and stood.

"God, like I never noticed what a nice pair of tits you have mom. Jeez, they're so... so big."

"Jesse, what's got into you?"

She crawled off the bed and put her arms around me. She seemed to purposely press her body against me... I could feel her firm little breast poking me. She tried to nuzzle her face between the cleavage showing above my bra. I firmly forced her away.

"Jesse!!!"

"I'm sorry Mom. I don't know what... I'm sorry... I'm going to get ready for soccer."

She ran out of the room. But not before I saw that familiar look in her eyes, those magazine lady eyes.

I quickly brushed off Jessica's impetuous behavior as normal teenage curiosity... I had other more pressing duties to tend to now that I was home.

Downstairs, I peered into the refrigerator, wondering how long my family would have lasted before they went shopping for real food... as opposed to the empty pizza boxes stuffed in the trash. I quickly made a mental note of what I needed to pick up from the super market.

I heard a horn honk in the driveway. "MOM, I'M GOING TO MY SOCCER GAME. I'LL SEE YA THERE."

I cringed, waiting for the door to slam. I wasn't disappointed. The girl just couldn't close a door with finesse.

After dressing appropriately for a hot afternoon in the sun I drove to Jessica's game. Usual fans, mostly parents, some I knew, some were just familiar faces. I joined them on the sideline.

"Maggi, nice to see you. When did you get back?" It was Carol Jeffers, a friend from the neighborhood.

"HI Carol. Just got back today. Lucky me, huh. Just in time for a Soccer game." She knew that soccer bored me to death.

As we stood together making small talk other mother's passed by, most of them had never given me the time of day.

Today, for some reason, several of them approached me... giving me their phone number... inviting me to call them for lunch, Three of them even invited me to parties at their home... I was beginning to get paranoid... why the sudden interest in me, someone who was less than a casual acquaintance.

Carol noticed too. "You don't know these women do you, other than seeing them occasionally here at soccer games."

"No, I don't. This is really weird."

"Well you're really a popular person today. Did you notice none of them invited me to anything. And I was standing right here next to you."

"Well I don't know why they were inviting me. Strange... but then my whole day has been strange."

As soon as the game was over I headed for the car. I waited for Jessica. She showed up several minutes later, one of her friends in tow.

"We have to give Betsy a ride home Mom," Jessica informed me. We want to stop at McDonald's first. We're hungry."

At McDonald's I decided to join them... just a cup of coffee for me. While standing in line, Betsy accidentally rubbed up against me... three or four times. Each time she would apologize, but... but the fifth time was no accident. This time the contact was prolonged, and I distinctly heard the faint moan, a sexual sound... I was embarrassed. I slowly pulled away, glancing over at my daughter... was she watching Betsy's display of sexual affection!

My god, how could I be so stupid. But it couldn't be. It couldn't. My whole day, from the plane ride to now, sexual... and all females.

I reached in my purse and pulled out the hex the old woman in New Orleans put on me. I didn't believe that voodoo stuff. But how could I explain my unusual day!.

I sat in the booth reading and re-reading the hex over and over. It appeared to be a spell over other women while in my presences but... but it just couldn't be possible. People don't have supernatural powers.

This had to be bullshit, I thought to myself. This stuff is hokie bullshit. It's not possible... this kind of thing is beyond the realm of possibility!

But I couldn't explain my strange day... and Jessica's friend, Betsy, I wasn't imagining her little touchy-feely game. And then I thought of Jessica's strange behavior in my bedroom... I don't fear many things but at the moment I was almost consumed with it. I knew I had to get to the bottom of this.

I hurried the girls along, quickly dropping Betsy off at her home before stopping at the market.

Jessica began hanging on my arm as we walked the aisle, something I couldn't recall her ever doing before.

I made a point of watching for telltale signs in other women in the store who came near me. Some did nothing, no reaction of any kind. Others, however, spoke to me, or smiled... not a smile of friendliness, a come hither smile... or was I reading to much into it...

My worst fears were confirmed... after running into the same woman three times in different parts of the stores, she approached me. She handed me a piece of paper, on it a phone number.

The first thing I did was send Jessica away, sending her after a gallon of milk.

"I'm curious," I said to the woman. "Why... why are you giving me this phone number?"

"I thought maybe you and I could get together sometime," she said.

"I don't know you, why would you think that?"

"I don't know, I just had this strange compulsion... I wanted to know you, see you."

I was blunt. "You want to have sex with me?"

She looked confused. "I'm not sure... yes, I think that's what I want. I'm not like this you know, I don't know why I'm attracted to you. I'm not like that... I'm a married woman, but... but"

My heart sank. There was definitely something going on, something unexplainable, and the dread of it was fast becoming frightening.

I immediately found Jessica, paid for our purchases, and got out of there. All the way home my mind was consumed with this dilemma. I glanced over at Jessica, she was staring at my breast... and I didn't know what to do about it!!

When we arrived home Bradley and Jane were there, finally. It felt good to be with my whole family again.

"Hi honey, welcome home. How was your trip? Did you make the deal?"

Bradley was always concerned about how I was performing my job. He liked the money I made.

Before I could answer Jane spoke up. "Well, it's about time you got back mother. Everyone in this house thinks I'm their slave when you leave. Where's this, where's that. I even had to do the shopping!"

"Oh yah, your the one who orders the pizza, huh."

"I did more than order pizza. One night I made everyone a big salad."

"And it was a good salad, honey," Bradley interjected. "I don't know how we could have made it all week without you."

"Everybody out of the kitchen so I can make dinner," I ordered. "Except you Jane. Your so good at making salad. Make up four dinner salads for me."

As I stood before the stove Jane came up behind me, her arms encircling my waist, laying her head on the back of my shoulder.

"You smell so good mom. I missed you."

I could feel my body grow tense. We stood there, together, I waited to see... my litmus test. My heart sank when I felt her hands slowly move from my waist and cup my breast. I knew I had to handle this as delicately as possible. Jane was so sensitive, not like her younger sister at all.

"Jane, what are you doing? Why are your hands on my breast?"

She immediately jerked them away, stepping back... her face red from embarrassment.

"I'm... I'm sorry mom. I didn't mean anything... I don't know, I just felt like hugging you. It was an accident... really."

"I know honey. Now get those salads ready. Okay?"

I knew... I was now convinced I had a problem. My own children for god's sake! But who could I tell. They would think I was crazy! What was I going to have to do... keep my own daughters at arms length... not hug them anymore!!I

I excused myself and went to the garage. Tears welled up in my eyes... this was all too much. I cried myself out... I vowed to myself I would get to the bottom of this... I also knew I had to be strong. Maybe this would all pass. It had to, or how could I live this way.

As I re-entered the kitchen the old woman's words rang in my ears; "You're not a believer are you?"

The next day, Sunday, I slept until eleven. Everyone was gone when I arose which wasn't unusual. Bradley played golf almost every Sunday and the girls, well, they were at that age, with friends at the mall, movies, anywhere but home.

As I drank my morning coffee I tried to analyze this mysterious spell that was supposedly cast over me. I was totally convinced something was amiss, and for me to be convinced was a milestone, to say the least.

Every female who had showed an uncommon interest in me didn't act like a raving lunatic... they did seem to be overwhelmed by their desire... but they didn't touch me or attack me... nothing of a violent nature.

Well, that wasn't totally true. Jessica and Jane had touched me... but it was natural for them to hug me... and that's how their touching started.

The women at the soccer game, although they weren't friends, knew me and knew how to contact me. None of them had phoned. Did this mean they were effected only when they could see me? Or near me?

I had almost forgot about Betsy. She had touched me... she actually, or it seemed, tried to get herself off by rubbing up against me. Was she so pumped with adrenalin after her soccer game... could that have made her a little more aggressive than the others?

I went upstairs to retrieve the spell from my purse. I was certainly glad I had wrote it down. Back in the kitchen I poured another cup of coffee and slowly read line by line;

"I call on thee, power of lust,
obey and sweep the land
Inflicting chosen females
avoiding every man.

If in her eye they're pleasing
to them she be teasing

This woman, effect their desire,
when in her presence be
Overriding their sense of things
she's all that they can see."

And when the spell is over
altered her for life
we'll offer up new blood for you
her generous sacrifice.

If, in all your wisdom see,
the spell, a weakened link
Change it to your own desire
we value what you think."

I read further; " If in her eyes they're pleasing." What did that mean? It suddenly dawned on me... every female who seemed to be effected was attractive, or at least I would classify them as attractive.! That would explain Carol. I sat with her for two hours at the soccer game and she never once showed any sign. A nice woman, but not attractive.

But why only attractive... it made more sense, for a negative spell, to make it the unattractive ones.

I was beginning to take some relief... it didn't appear there was a physical danger... or uncontrolled lust. Which brought up another question. What was the real downside?

Effecting Jessica and Jane was a downside but it seemed controllable. It would seem the whole point of a negative spell on someone would be something disastrous, or lead to that end. I didn't understand it. But then I was trying to understand something that I didn't even believe in two days ago. I didn't even know anyone who believed in this nonsense. But this was the only explanation I had for the strange behavior's around me.

I read the last eight lines over and over. They made no sense to me. I couldn't even venture a guess as to what they meant. Sacrifice? I finally gave up.

As the afternoon wore on I began to think how awesome this power over your peers could be. Especially at work. There were all kind of possibilities that came to mind. And socially! My god, a person could be queen of every party she attended.

I actually began looking forward to work next day. It could really be interesting, especially the other women executives... the ones who didn't care for me... who thought of me as their competition for advancement. I wondered if being around me for a long period of time would make a difference... would the desire become stronger? I felt the fear again.

I was drawn back to reality when I saw my two daughters pull into the driveway. I immediately began thinking of how to minimize their presence around me. I sent them to their room to do their homework. I knew them like a book. I was certain they hadn't thought about it all weekend... I was right.

As I entered my office building next morning my boss was waiting on the elevator. He saw me coming and held the door.

"Hey stranger, John Garrison said jovially. "How did you like New Orleans? You did a good job down there by the way."

"Thanks John. I'm glad to be back though. The humidity in Louisiana is stifling. I could never live there. By the way, I have those figures you wanted to see on Cascade Corporation in Milwaukee. They look good. I think they could have a real positive effect on our bottom line within two years if we can buy it right. I'll have the figures delivered to you today... you can let me know if it's a go or not."

"You've been a busy beaver haven't you. Okay, I'll look at them sometime this week and get back to you. In the meantime Margaret is having some problems with the Green deal. Can you give her some help the rest of the week?"

"Sure, no problem."

The car stopped at my floor... I immediately headed down the hall to Margaret's office. She was already at her desk...

"Maggi, how was your trip?" she asked. "Come in, come on in. Did John send you down here?" "Yes, he said you might be able to use my help. The Green company's board is balking at our offer, huh."

"Well, they're trying to pull a fast one. They should know they can't get away with it. Anyway, you look different. Did you change your hair or something?"

"No, nothings changed. Maybe I just got more attractive."

She laughed. I knew by her stare that this incredible hex was doing it's thing. By noon we had been in the same room together for four hours. She had removed her jacket sometime ago, now she had the top two buttons of her blouse undone. I was absolutely sure she was so sexually hot she could hardly stand it. Every chance she got she would lean against me, rub me.

Her secretary, Jennifer, even though she was in and out all morning, seemed as equally enamored. It was so empowering to see them so sexually frustrated... knowing you were the one causing them so much anxiety.

We didn't go to lunch. We had food sent in. I checked the outer office to see if the secretary had left on her break... she had.

I locked the office door. I had no idea what I was doing, or going to do, but I was going to find out as subtlety as possible if my theory of this hex was right.

I pulled my chair up next to Margaret under the guise of getting a plate of food. I intentionally dropped a piece of bread, making a point of having both hands full.

Without hesitation Margaret slip out of her chair and kneeled to pick up the bread.

Could you clean my shoe off while your down there," I said with a nervous laugh. She glanced up at me and, then, without hesitation, reached for my shoe with a napkin.

The moment of truth. I didn't know if I had the guts to do it. I surprised myself.

"Not with a napkin, Margaret. With your tongue."

I was shaking so I almost dropped the paper plate in my hand. If she didn't do it... I could already feel the embarrassment creeping up into my face.

Margaret went from a stooping position to her knee's. She slowly lowered her head to my high heels, her tongue darting out licking the toe.

The power that surged through me at that moment was exhilarating. I watched as she, a vice president in one of the largest corporations on the East Coast, knelt at my feet and licked my shoes.

Without saying a word I watched as her head darted from one shoe to the other, all the while I knew I had to give her guidance, she couldn't just lick my shoes for an hour.

But what? I had confirmed my belief, now what should I do. Even as I was questioning myself, the power I was feeling was slowly growing sexual... I could feel the wetness of my panties... and now it was me who could use some relief.

"Margaret, would you like to lick my legs?" I cringed as I heard my own voice... I wasn't gay, never, ever thought about it... but there was something about her submissiveness...

I watched in amazement as her head moved up my calves, her tongue trailing long, wet swipes at my nylon stockings.

I slowly raised my skirt revealing the creamy portion of my thigh, the no man's land above my stocking tops. When she reached that area, her tongue now slobbering just inches away from the wet crotch of my panties, I knew she had to be able to smell me. She was now moaning uncontrollably, and in an instant her face was buried in my crotch.

I wasn't planning or thinking now. I spread my legs giving her free access to do what she wanted. All I wanted was an orgasm... it had been so long since my last one... I grabbed her hair and brutally mashed her face between my legs.

I was overcome with lust... I immediately began to cum... my hips thrusting her mouth harshly... I didn't care.

When my orgasm waned I pushed her away, she fell back on her haunches, her hand buried down the front of her panties. She groaned loudly when her orgasm erupted, falling forward on the floor, groveling, and I could tell she was tired.

I suddenly had a revelation... my relationship with Margaret, whom I've known for seven years, was now changed forever. My life, as I knew it, was more dramatically changed. I had just let another woman... no,not let her... seduced her, into orally satisfying me sexually. And now we had to talk, to look at each other, to work together... but, it was me holding all the cards.

I watched as she crawled to her feet, sat down in her chair and stared at me in bewilderment.

Margaret began apologizing profusely... she was somehow under the illusion she had offended me. The fact that she was now subservient to me, that our equally held positions of power in the company had shifted dramatically, had not occurred to her yet.

"I'm so sorry Maggi,I don't know what came over me. My god, right here in the office too. I'm just so embarrassed."

"But if I asked you to do it again, you would wouldn't you?" I said to her sternly. I could feel the control... my demeanor indicating the line of equality between us was gone.

The glare of lust filled her eyes again. "Yes," she whispered. "Do you want me to... yes, I want you Maggi. I want..."

"We have to get back to work Margaret. Straighten yourself up. Your hair, your face is a mess."

She excused herself and ran down the hall to the executive bathroom. I sat there enjoying my new found power... and the wetness between my legs. I never felt so in control.

We spent the remainder of the afternoon actually working. As agitated as Margaret appeared she still could focus on the job at hand.

At the end of the day, as we were leaving the office, I stopped by Jennifer, the secretaries desk. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Jenny, I had this distinct feeling today that you would like to get together with me sometime... like a long lunch... just you and me. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

I could sense her body becoming tense, she looked away from me. "Yessss, yes I would like that ma'am. Very much."

I felt a new sensation... one that hadn't occurred before. As I stood over her, looking directly down into the crevice of her low cut blouse, I felt a desire... a strong desire to see her tits, to kiss her, suck her nipples, to run my hand up between those long, tanned legs.

I pulled away, retreating to the hallway, hurriedly running to the elevator. I was sweating profusely by the time the elevator arrived at the bottom floor, the air conditioning of the building having little effect on my body.

Up to this point, since my arrival back from New Orleans, I had, it seemed, run the gamut of emotions. I had been afraid, mad, flattered, confused, and empowered. My own desires, my own sexual cravings had not been a factor.

Now, so suddenly, I was experiencing the same or similar lust... and for a woman... another female, this was new... and I was surprised how strong it felt... I almost succumbed to it right there in Jennifer's office. I didn't like it, it scared me... I would just put it out of my mind... but my panties betrayed me.

I arrived home with much on my mind. I had caused, and participated, in things beyond my comprehension. It must be true, power corrupts, I thought. It sure had corrupted me.

It had also opened a floodgate of sexual confusion. I sat in my car several minutes before going in. I was so sexually turned on, which was rare for me, I wanted to masturbate right there in the car. I didn't.

I quickly moved through the house, going directly upstairs to my bedroom. With no time to spare because Brad would be home soon, I stripped off my clothes and threw myself on the bed. My hand slipped unde the elastic band of my panties, my fingers finding my clit. In less than two minutes I was on the verge of cumming. I could not get the image of Margaret's secretary out of my head.

Suddenly, a knock on the door froze me in place. My fingers stiffened... unmoving.

"Mom, what are you doing? Why is your door locked?"

It was Jessica, nosy Jessica. "I'll be right out honey. Just give me a minute."

"But why is your door locked?" she continued. "You never lock your door. What are you doing."

"Jessica, I said I would be out in a few minutes... is there such a thing as privacy in this house!"

"But you never lock your door mom... why is your door locked"

"JESSICA!" FOR GOD SAKES GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THAT DOOR... NOW."

I heard her leave... my fingers began where they left off, faster than before. I tried to conjure up the secretaries tits in my head... all I could see was Jessica's sweet little butt as she ran across the soccer field in her tight shorts... I could make out the crack of her asssss..."Oh god, mmmmmmmm... hu hu hu hu hu..."

I came so hard... a stab of pain shot thru my stomach... it felt like I pulled a muscle. My body quivered for several minutes, the unusually intense orgasm caught me by surprised.

As my head cleared I tried to make sense out of such a depraved image... my own daughter's ass? What the hell was wrong with me!

I quickly changed clothes and went downstairs. Jessica was lying on the floor doing her homework.

"Young lady, if you don't rein that nosiness of yours in I'll rein it in for you. People have a right to some privacy and you had better start respecting it. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

I was upset with myself, I took it out on Jessica. She needed it anyway.

At the dinner table both girls continued staring at me. I'd almost forgotten my ongoing hex problem. I ignored them. I didn't know what else to do.

Jane began fidgeting in her chair... just like Margaret's secretary. I groaned inwardly, I couldn't believe it came to my mind... I hoped that, after dinner, she would go to her room and relieve herself. I felt flush as I pictured her lithe body, legs spread, fingers groping thru her fuzzy mound. And the clean panties, the ones I had just put on... they were now wet with shame.

The next morning I went to my office early. Not early enough, however, to beat Margaret. Her car was in the lot when I pulled in.

Margaret was a beautiful woman, it took all of my will power not to go immediately to her office and have a repeat of the day before.

I called her to let her know I wouldn't be helping her on the Greene project, that I had some personal business to take care of the rest of the day.

I uncovered my computer and logged in on the internet. I tried several searches until I found a credible site on Voodoo. It was a religion, it's roots in Africa, apparently re-defined in Haiti where elements of catholicism were integrated.

Nothing I read gave credence to anything sinister or perverted. They did note that Hollywood had added some of those elements within their movies to spice them up, but Hollywood's imagination had no basis in fact. I also found an expert on Voodoo, a Professor Evans at The University of Chicago. Even had a phone number listed.

I thought what the hell... I dialed the number. He apparently hadn't heard about University bureaucracies because he answered the phone himself.

I didn't identify myself but explained part of my dilemma, that a hex had been placed on me... and it was working! He was immediately intrigued. I told him I could be there in two hours. He was delighted.

Professor Evans was a charming man and my inhibition to tell him the whole truth faded quickly. I told him everything. Well, almost everything. I was to embarrassed to tell him I was beginning to enjoy it. If it weren't for last nights experience with my daughter's I wouldn't even be talking to him.

He tried to explain to me how Voodoo believer's mostly practice white magic. The more sinister believer's practice a sort of black magic but even they were quite harmless.

He had a theory... a group new to the United States that practiced a bastard form of Voodoo, and he had heard it was extremely sexual in nature. They worshipped Oshun, the Goddess of Sex and Beauty, a teacher of pleasure. He hadn't heard of this group actually having mystical powers... he had heard of their rituals and their practice of extreme perversions.

I showed him the hex I had written, word for word. I was right in my interpretation... or his interpretation was the same as mine. I admitted, however, I didn't understand the last part of it. The "Sacrifice."

He explained it to me. One day the hex would run its course... it would disappear. That would be a time of decision. The hex would evaporate but if I wanted to retain the power it gave me, I would have to sacrifice someone to them... most probably a family member. The sacrifice would be to Oshun, the blood and flesh of a human to keep her young and strong.

He didn't mince words with me... he had doubts about my claim of a hex on me... that it was probably psychological. He admitted he had, over the years, investigated many hexes, spells, and didn't find any of them to be factual. I didn't argue the point.

He didn't know me, he didn't ask. He was an old man who had spent his life in this field, and I had the distinct impression that just once, he would like to see proof of a hex's viability... that he hadn't wasted his time all these years... that voodoo, in what ever form it was practiced, did have more basis in fact than Christianity.

I ask him how long he had known his assistant, a beautiful mulatto woman he had introduced to me when I arrived. She had been his assistant for ten years, she was thirty four and happily married. In fact she was married to the Professor's son! She had a Doctorate in Mythology and was extremely capable and intelligent.

I asked him to call her in. When she entered the small office I directed her to pull up a chair and sit directly in front of me. Without hesitation I spread my legs exposing my crotch. She nervously glanced at the Professor, not sure what was going on.

"What is your name?" I asked her.

Mishelle," she whispered. "Dad" she looked at him again, "what's going on. Who is this person and why is she... she..."

"Mishelle, I need my pussy licked. Get on your knee's and lick me Mishelle. It's so moist, so juicy. You know you want to Mishelle."

She hesitated... trying to avert her eye's from me... glancing at her father-in-law... a look of pleading in her eye's... please take me away from this situation. When she finally looked at me... directly in my eyes, I knew... I could see it clearly...

To the Professor's amazement Mishelle slipped off the chair to her knee's. I looked at him, his disbelief waning as he watched his daughter in law bury her face between my legs.

I decided the trip shouldn't be a complete waste, I slumped back in my chair and let her lick me to a fantastic orgasm. He wanted to stop it... he couldn't... and the lump in his pants grew to it's full proportion, maybe the first time in years, and I screamed in ecstasy... not once, but again and again... and again.

I tried to absorb everything Professor Evan's had told me on my drive back to Baltimore. He was convinced the Hex, or Spell, would run its course. It could be one year, two years, but it would eventually fade away. Of course he wasn't sure about anything he told me, but his educated guess was more than I knew before.

He was adamant about staying in touch with me... I had the first credible hex he had ever come across in his thirty years of studies.

Since I apparently had no choice in the matter I began mulling over all of my options. I had led a fairly sheltered life and this new found sexual power seemed exciting. It certainly had awakened some kind of perversity in me I didn't know I had.

I tried to convince myself that, used within reason, I could enjoy myself and possibly even enhance my position at work. I would have to be discreet, using the power sparingly. I certainly didn't want to jeopardize my marriage, or my employment, for a little pleasure.

I still had the nagging problem with my daughter's... I would just have to deal with it somehow, and maybe, just maybe their desire would wane.

Pulling into a road side restaurant to use a restroom and get a cup of coffee, I noticed an attractive blonde walking to her car. Feeling devilish, I hurried parked and walked by her car,,,I wanted to let her get a good look at me and feel confused about the lust she would experience.

When I exited the restroom she was waiting to go in! I held the door for her as she brushed up against me to enter the small, one person room. Her eyes were begging me to follow her in.

I quickly glanced around to see if anyone was watching... I followed her in. God, she was so beautiful... her arms encircled my neck, her lips locked to mine. We kissed, licked and slobbered over each other for what seemed like five or ten minutes... I finally lost control. I dropped to the dirty floor, my head immediately disappearing under her skirt. I realized I was entering virgin territory... I had never done this to a woman before.

Operating on instinct alone, I licked her thighs, inhaling the fresh aroma of her leaking cunt. Within seconds, my lips adhered to her pussy, my tongue exploring her gash, slurping up a new found nectar... and I liked it!!

I became alarmed when she began moaning loudly, not enough, however, to stop serving her large, swollen mound. The faster I licked...

She came. Her thrusting hips pounded my face as I held her by her ass cheeks, guiding her discharge into my open, waiting mouth. I could feel her cum coat my tonsils and throat, god what an aphrodisiac. My body stiffened, shuddered and collapsed. I had cum...

As I stood in front of the dirty mirror trying to straighten my clothes the woman tried to lick her cum from my cheeks and lips. I let her clean me with her tongue... at one point when I cleared my throat, she sucked the gooey saliva right out of my mouth!

About then someone knocked on the door, I quickly disengaged myself from her and left. Thank god it was an ugly old woman on the other side of the door.

The rest of the week passed without incident. I ignored my daughter's craving glances, I worked alone at work. Thank god my personal secretary was sixty and unattractive... I may not have gotten any work done. She always had the knack of insulating me from anyone I wanted to avoid... no one gets by her... and several times she had to show Margaret to the door. I felt good... I was in control.

Saturday, thinking I was alone, I dressed in a pair of short shorts and cutoff sweatshirt, the ideal dress for cleaning the garage.

After my cup of coffee I went to the garage, opening the large doors to let in some fresh air. I began boxing up all the junk that should have been thrown out long ago, and in short order I was covered in sweat. It was a warm day.

As I carried out a box to the driveway I could see down the block, and in the distance I saw Mrs Cornell, Nicole, walking her dog. She was a young newlywed, so sexy, and I felt a warmness between my thighs. I didn't know her personally and she rarely spoke to anyone in the neighborhood. The girls thought she was stuck up.

As she approached the front of the house she glanced up the driveway at me. She stopped for a moment as if frozen by the site of me. She spoke;

"Hello, it's Mrs... uh, Mrs... Maggi, isn't it?"

"Yes, and your Nicole, right?"

"Yes. Isn't it beautiful today. A good day for the beach, don't you think?"

"Yes, but it's also a good day to clean out the garage. I've been threatening to do this for six months. I'm getting rid of this junk while the family is gone, otherwise they would just haul it back in the garage."

I watched as she walked up the driveway and followed me in the garage. I knew... I looked in her eyes and I knew. Impulsively I pulled my sweatshirt off, my large full tits swung into full view. My nipples immediate grew hard, like pencil erasers, and my body quivered from my audacity.

She dropped the leash to her dog, I watched as it scampered away. I pushed the button to the garage door, and as it closed she was already massaging her own breast with one hand, the other disappearing under her little skirt.

I leaned back against my car, and in the semi darkness I beckoned her to come closer to me.

"Why don't you suck on my tits Nicole. See how my nipples are begging... come here"

Her supple body, leaning against me, she sucked my left nipple between her soft, pouty lips. My own hands swarmed over her body, cupping her tits, pinching her nipples till she winced, cupping her perfectly round, tight ass in my hands, pulling the cheeks apart, airing out the black cavern that hid the string of her white panties.

I pulled her face up to mine, sinking my tongue deep into her mouth, she gagged when I reached her throat, but she never pulled away. I plunged my tongue again, she gagged harder, her mouth filling with a bitter substance sucked from her stomach. Without thinking, I sucked into my mouth and swallowed, the mere act causing me to cum. My panties were soaking as I pushed her body down... down to her knee's... and with one snap my shorts were puddled around my ankles.

Her tongue licked the full length of my twat, I spread my legs even wider, the sweat from my stomach streaming thru my pussy hairs streaming into her waiting mouth.

"MOM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

There stood my youngest, Jessica, I thought she was at soccer practice. I couldn't stop... the pleasure was to great... I looked at her, my tongue darted out to lick Nicole's puke from my lips.

I watched as Jessica approached me, slowly, not saying a word. Nicole's slurping, her moans of submissive pleasure broke the silence...

Jessica, so hesitant, her eyes locked with mine, now dropped to my swollen breast... I closed my eyes as I felt her hot lips suck a nipple into her mouth.

"Cummmm... cummmingggg," I whimpered. I could actually feel the pussy juice squirting, once, twice... my legs became rubbery. I pulled Jessica's mouth to mine, kissing and licking her face with some kind of perverted passion, I wanted to lick her entire body, her legs, her cunt, her asshole.

I ripped at Jessica's blouse, her little tits... such big nipples... came into view. I bit her... I wanted to hear her scream... I could taste the salty blood... the sound of her pain piercing my ears.

I screamed at Nicole; "Nicole, take off her skirt."

Nicole ripped it away, Jessica, standing there, her white cotton panties and knee socks... looking so delectable I thought I would go mad with lust.

I turned her around and ordered Nicole to lick her pussy. I dropped to my knee's, my fantasy ass staring me in the face. I pulled her little white panties aside and buried my face between her firm round cheeks. I could taste the sweat of the day... licking the length of her crack,

Her anal hole looked so small... sensitive... my probing tongue softened it, expanded it till my tongue was in at its full length, finding a small ball of excrement for my acute sense of taste.

Jessica's anal hole began contracting, her round cheeks smashing my lips, her orgasm driving her hips into Nicole mouth in rapid, violent thrust. Nicole, her fingers digging at her own blonde covered clit, came with her, both wailing in ecstasy.

I stood up, spreading my legs wide enough to place my swollen cunt on one of Jessica's firm cheeks, I humped her... like an animal in heat I fucked her little ass till my uncontrolled body spit out its creamy juices... smearing it... I fell back against the car in exhaustion.

Nicole, her eyes still glazed with lust, quickly spun Jessica around and licked the globs of my cum from her ass cheeks, Nicole's lips, so swollen, apparently the result of the beating they took from mother and daughter.

As I leaned against the car for support I watched Jessica and Nicole paw and lick each other like to crazed felines, cleaning each other with mouth and tongue, such a lewd display of depravity, I could feel the heating of my loins again.

A car door slammed, the front door of the house slammed, it was my other daughter coming home from... somewhere.

I split the two girls apart, ordering them to get dressed. I opened the garage door and literally had to push Nicole down the driveway, reminding her to find her dog before she went home.

I grabbed Jessica and held her in front of me, her eyes still glazed from her sexual high.

"Jessica." I shook her. "Jessica, listen... listen to me. You can't mention this to anyone. Do you understand? Jessica... do you understand.?"

"Yesss, yes I do." She reached forward to grope at my tits.

"Jessica, goddamn it. Listen to me."

"I know, I know. I got it. Don't tell anybody."

"Go upstairs and take a shower. "Don't talk to your sister until you do. Okay?"

"Okay, okay... I'm going." And in one defiant move she placed her soft lips to mine, and we tongue fucked each other's mouths till I finally pushed her away. It was all I could do not to lay her across the car and and suck her sweet little asshole again.

I waited a few minutes before entering the house. I was shaking so much I could hardly hit the button to close the garage door. My sex life had been ordinary my whole life... and the few extra-ordinary tryst in the last two weeks could be forgiven... and forgotten. Not today... I went over the edge today... My own daughter!

As I entered the kitchen Jane was making a sandwich. "What's wrong with Jessica?" she asked. "She came tearing thru here, she didn't even speak to me. Doesn't she have a soccer game this afternoon?"

"Not till three," I said in a quavering voice. "And I don't know what's wrong with her. She gets moody sometime... just like you."

I could tell Jane had forgotten her sandwich as she stood there, mayonnaise jar in hand, staring at my nipples showing clearly thru the thin sweatshirt. I wanted to ram one of them between her pouty lips, making her bite me so hard it would drive the ache away between my legs. If it had been anyone but Jane standing there I would have done it... no doubt in my mind.

I went upstairs and showered, cooling me down temporarily. I knew I couldn't stay in the house alone with Jane all afternoon, or at least I knew I shouldn't put myself in temptations way.

Before dressing I went to Jessica's room. I felt so guilty about biting her nipple so hard. I knew it drew blood. I wanted to see how bad it was... to see if it needed attention. She wasn't there

I dressed in a short skirt, light cotton blouse and sandals. As I came down the stairs Jane was sitting in the living room, looking for something to watch on TV.

"Did Jessica leave for her game?" I asked.

"Yes, about ten minutes ago. Betsy's mom picked her up. It was like, like really weird... Betsy came in to wait and... this is weird, she kept asking where you were at. Jessica had to push her out the door. Like what's that all about?"

I knew I had to avoid Betsy... She was acting like a bitch dog in heat.

"I have no idea Jane. You know how scatter brained she is sometimes. Listen, I'm going out for awhile. You going to stay home or leave?"

"Can I go with you?" Where are you going? Never mind, if your going to Jessica's game I don't want to go. Borrrrinngg."

I didn't say anything. I certainly wasn't going to the game... I didn't really have any idea where I was going. I knew though, I was probably going to have sex with somebody. I was still so hot from the mornings escapade my panties were already wet and I had just put clean ones on.

I drove out of the neighborhood, stopping at a Dairy Queen to get something cold to drink. As I drove down the long avenue a giant supermarket loomed just to my right. I pulled into the parking lot, finding an empty parking spot in the middle of the lot. I sat there, radio playing, watching mostly housewives come and go... stalking, as predators do... looking for the most likely candidate for my depraved desires.

A woman in a mini van pulled up and parked, sexy... attractive. And a bonus... a daughter, a cute little thing about eleven or twelve years old. Thank god my better judgment prevailed, I passed... I didn't want the mother to go through the emotional guilt I was feeling.

Less than five minutes passed. Another mini van pulled in next to the first one. Woman, early thirties, perfect... dressed in shorts and halter top. I decided to wait till she finished her shopping and approach her when she returned to her car.

Within fifteen minutes the first woman returned with her daughter, they both looked so good I almost changed my mind. In the distance I could see the second woman coming, hesitating between a aisle of cars... trying to remember where she parked.

As she approached I got out of the car and stood next to her vehicle. She was perfect.

"Hi, I saw you stop up there. Forgot where you parked didn't you? I do that all the time."

She laughed. As she opened the back door to load her groceries she peered at me and ask;

"Do I know you?"

"No, I don't think so. Do I look familiar?"

"No, I guess not," she said. She continued glancing at me as she loaded up her van.

"Would you like to know me?" I asked in my most sultry voice. I watched for any sign that the "hex" was working. By now I had all the confidence in the world of it's powers.

"I... I don't know... ah, maybe, maybe I would." I could tell she was puzzled by her answer. She was scared... scared of what she was suddenly feeling... she felt powerless to fight it.

"I have a car. I could follow you home... do you have a husband and kids there?"

"No... I mean yes... I have a husband and kids but they're not home at the moment."

"Fine, why don't I follow you. Is it far?"

"No, not far."

I could see she was fighting this... with all her being. This was so foreign to her... she hesitated... long enough for me to think she might change...

"Okay, follow me. It's about a mile from here."

I pulled up behind her in her driveway and got out of the car.

She opened her van door to retrieve her groceries. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't know you... I would never just invite a stranger to my home like this."

Being alone in her car for the last twenty minutes had given her ample time to reflect on how out of character it was to extend an invitation to me.

"Hey, that's okay," I said. "But since I'm here let me help with those groceries." I grabbed two bags and headed for the door.

When we entered the kitchen I sat the bags on the table and waited. She stared at me for what seemed like minutes... her mind clouding up again.

"Would you like something cold to drink?" she asked. "Have a seat, I'll get us some ice tea."

I sat at the table, crossing my legs, pulling my skirt just high enough to give her an ample look at my inner thigh.

She served up two glasses of iced tea and sat down at the table with me.

"You know," I said, "I'm so hot I'm not sure this tea is going to do much for me."

"It's all I have," she said sheepishly.

"How about a cold wash cloth for my neck," I said.

She went to the sink and run the water cold. She opened the cupboard for a clean cloth, and soaked it thoroughly.

As she walked up behind me I flipped my hair, holding it with one hand, and lowered my head forward. The cold cloth did feel good on my neck. Not as good as her breath, which followed... within seconds.

I'm sorry," she murmured. "I don't know whats gotten into me. Your neck is so..."

By now I had my blouse unbuttoned... I pushed my head back against her stomach, my large tits, and perpetually hard nipples, fell in to full view.

I could hear her gasp... her breathing irregular. She dropped the cloth to the floor, her hands sliding down to cup my breast.

"Your breast... so nice... ohhhhh."

I grabbed her hands and pulled her around in front of me. Her head immediately dipped forward, her soft lips encircling my left nipple, her childlike mewing left no doubt she was beyond recall. She was mine.

After worshipping my tits for awhile, I took things in hand... I needed to cum.

I stood, and with one motion cleared her dining table of it's doilies and condiments. I lay on my back, my feet planted on the table, my legs spread... my soaking wet panties emitting enough odor to permeate the room.

Her head dipped between my legs, her natural instinct to lick took over. Her moaning became louder as the natural juices oozed out of me... and she sucked it up, savoring every musky drop.

"I'm so close you goddamn slut... suck me... suck my clit. Eat meeeeeeeeeee."

She attack my cunt with new vigor... I was sooo close.

"ARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG," I screamed, my thrusting hips smashing against her mouth. I grabbed her hair and held her tightly against my mound, I fucked her face unmercifully, my orgasm my only concern.

I finally pushed her away, she fell backwards on the floor, her legs spread wantonly, her twat, I'm sure, aching for release.

I wanted to see her fuck herself, to debase herself in front of a total stranger... I stepped over the refrigerator, and as luck would have it, there, in the crisper drawer was a cucumber at least eight inches long... and large... enormous.

I run it under the hot water... all the while she lay on the floor, crying and moaning... her mind and emotions clashing...

I threw the lukewarm vegetable to her. "Fuck yourself... go ahead, fuck yourself. Fill that cunt of yours."

She hesitated. I straddled her, her eyes riveting on my mound, my hairy cunt all gooey with cum. I spread the lips of my cunt... droplet's fell on her face.

"OH GODDDD," she screamed out as she buried the veggie between her swollen lips.

She took it all, it disappeared. She held both hands over her cunt... holding it inside of her, her, hips thrusting in the air till she was up on her heels, the spiked cucumber pushing outward, she ramming it back in.

"OHHHHH... FUCCCCCKKKK... GODDAMMM," she screamed, the pure lust dripping from her words. Cum juice dripped from her profusely, her ass cheeks smearing in all over the slick tiled floor.

I didn't hear the car pull up but I heard the front door open. "HONEY, WHOSE CAR IS THAT IN OUR DRIVEWAY. I HAD TO PARK OUT IN THE STREET.

It was her husband... I was buttoning up my blouse as I went out the back door, jumping into my car, my tires screeching as I sped down the street.

When I reached the overpass, I slowed down, giving myself time to think... think of the scene her husband was met with when he entered the kitchen. I smiled. He wasn't a man if that didn't turn him on... he should be grateful... Oh no... Oh my god... what it he had the kids with him...

I rubbed my pussy and came again.

I drove directly to Jessica's soccer game. If my timing was right I would arrive there just about the time the game was ending. I would get credit for being there without actually having to sit through it.

The girls were walking off the field when I arrived. I spotted Jessica, honking my horn to get her attention.

She climbed into the car looking dejected.

"What's the matter honey?" I glanced at the scoreboard, her team had lost. "You feel bad because you lost? You'll get them next time."

"I sucked today," she hissed. "I couldn't do anything right. It's my fault we lost."

I kept my mouth shut. She was so competitive, she hated to lose. I knew it was best to let her stew over it herself.

The aroma in the small confines of the car was overwhelming... My pussy, her sweaty body, and a tinge of both of our perfumes. It was the ideal example of how acute your senses become when your in a constant state of sexual agitation. It certainly wasn't an ideal situation when trying to diffuse the sexual tension between me and my daughter.

"You know we can't do again what we did this morning don't you. We have to put it out of our mind. You can't ever tell anybody... you understand that don't you?"

She didn't answer me.

"Jessica, did you hear me?"

"Yes, yes, I heard you. You've already told me a hundred times. I don't know why though... I liked it."

She placed her hand on my knee.

"I mean it Jessica... you're a young girl... I'm your mother... it's unnatural. Don't argue with me... and take your hand off of my leg."

Her hand slipped under my skirt... I fought the urge to spread my thighs and let her do what she wanted.

"Jesse, I mean it... now stop it." I grabbed her hand and pulled it away.

"It's important that you..."

"I heard you mom. Would you just drop it already. Jeez. I bet you're doing it with Jane... I see how she's been acting around you. You been doing it with her haven't you? Are you going to leave daddy now... now that you like girls..."

"No... no, you don't understand Jessica. And no, I haven't done anything with your sister. I didn't plan on... you know, with you. It just happened... it's not going to happen again. I am not leaving your dad... I love your dad... this morning was an accident. I just want you to put it out of your mind."

She made me feel like a nagging, cheating witch. I knew how strong she was... I decided to drop the subject and enjoy the delectable odor... enjoy the heat between my legs... I had the advantage, I could go out any time, any place and find relief.

I wasn't ready for Brad's surprise when we arrived home. Normally I would have been delighted, that's why I had to act graciously.

He, and two of his close friends, his golfing buddies, decided to take their wives out to dinner. I didn't want to disappoint him, this was his way of showing affection for me. My day, however, had worn me out. I was so tired... I knew I would just have to tough it out.

After a long shower, and a chance to wear a new dress for the first time, I began to perk up. In fact, I actually began looking forward to the evening... for the wrong reasons... the two other wives, Camille and Marlene were attractive women. Camille was a few years younger than me, Marlene a few years older. Mulling over the possibilities was beginning to juice me up, I'd lost count how many times I had been that way throughout the day.

Jane came into my bedroom as I was getting dressed. It was extremely uncomfortable, her sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes following my every move. I knew how sexually frustrated she felt... she was also becoming bolder... making no pretense about the lust in her eyes. I couldn't take any kind of chance with her... she was my weak, sensitive daughter.

As she sat there, trying to act casual, letting her legs part, her little skirt ride up around her thighs, I fought off the burning desire to kneel in front of her, lick her fuzz covered cunt, drive her insane. Strangely enough, I wanted to hurt her, physically, I wanted to pinch her nipples, whip the cheeks of her ass till she begged for mercy... I shook off this new emotion... what the hell was I thinking!

By the time I was ready to go my panties were soaking. I thought about changing them again but... but the discomfort felt vulgar, stimulating, slutty... I felt another gush, they were now thoroughly soaked... God, I loved the smell.

We met the two other couples at "The Avalon", my favorite seafood restaurant... their Halibut was to die for. As I greeted both women with a peck on the cheek, I knew they could smell me, it was humorous to see the confused look on their face.

And the "Hex"... as powerful as ever. Everyone making small talk, the two woman never taking their eyes from the ample amount of tit my low cut dress was displaying.

By meals end, they had hardly touched their food, and Marlene had excused herself twice to visit the ladies room... I was convinced that one of those trips was to masturbate.

We moved from the dining room into the bar, the piano player setting the mood... and my mood was sex, sex and sex.

I began conniving for opportunities, I was becoming consumed with having both of them. I was sooo greedy.

I reached over and touched the back of Camille's hand. I mouthed the words "ladies room" to her. She nodded and rose with me. I could see the disappointment in Marlene's face. If she only knew the plans I had for her.

Camille was acting very ladylike when we entered the restroom. She was always consumed with outward appearances in public, in spite of any situation. I could see fear in her eyes because this was one inner battle she was losing.

As luck would have it, the bathroom was empty. She watched as I locked the door. "This will give us total privacy," I said. "If anyone knocks just ignore it."

She was beside herself in anticipation. She had no idea that I knew she wanted me.

There were six private stalls, I went to the one at the far end. She took one in the middle. I waited till she was done, hearing her exit her stall.

"Camille."

"Yes, what is it?"

'Was the paper in your stall soft enough for you?

"Yes, why?"

"Mine is to rough."

"What are you talking about? I'm sure they're all the same."

"Come in here, feel this."

I was sitting on the commode, legs spread, my soiled panties rapped around my left ankle. She opened the door and looked in, trying her best to look everywhere but down.

"Here, feel this," as I handed her a small piece from the roll.

"What's wrong with it," her eyes now forced to look downward. "It feels like normal toilet tissue."

"It's too rough for me. I need something softer. Do you have anything softer?"

"No, I left my purse at the table."

"What do you have that's softer than tissue Camille? Camille, look at me. What do you have that's softer than paper?"

She was staring... her eyes fixed on my creamy thighs, my crotch, the juicy slit parting the hair covering my large mound.

"I don't know?" she murmured. "Nothing... I don't have anything."

"Yes you do Camille. Think about it.

"I don't..."

"What about your tongue... you have a soft tongue don't you Camille?'

She took a step back... gasping. Her tit's rising and sinking as she sucked for breath. "Oh god," she whispered.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. "It's all right lady... you know you want it... come on baby... clean me with that soft tongue of yours."

She was on knee's licking my thigh's. "I'm sorry, so sorry," she murmured as she continued licking the sweaty part of my crotch... trying to avoid my cunt.

She pulled her head away for a second, looking up at me, her eye's beginning to glaze. "So sorry," she whispered again as her mouth went straight for my cunt. The quietness of the room, the acoustics of the tiled walls, exaggerated the sound of her slurping to such a lovely, vulgar level.

I played with her hair, running my fingers thru her curls... I wasn't in any hurry to cum. This was her first time... let her enjoy it, practice, she would get better with practice.

"Your such a slut aren't you Camille." Your my slut, right?"

"Yessss," she lisped, her tongue and lips covered in my sticky discharge.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth slut. After I cum will you clean me up Camille... with your tongue?" What a teasing bitch I had become.

"Yesssss," pleaseeee, sooo gooood."

I could feel my orgasm building. My fingers now tightened in her hair, pulling on her head to mash that lovely cunt mouth of hers on my two lips... lips on lips... but the pleasure was mine as I humped, humped...

"Ahhggggggggggg," I moaned as her lips sucked my clit while trying to catch every drop of my running discharge in her slutty mouth. My body convulsed and jerked for at least a minute before the pleasure waned. She continued to lick... within minutes my pussy was the cleanest it had been all day.

I stood, ordering her to pull my panties up. Once in place, I pulled her face up to my mound and told her to smell. "This is what you love isn't Camille? "My cunt."

She inhaled, the look on her face, so submissive, so humiliated, so obscene.

"Lets go. Our husband's will wonder where we are. Straighten yourself out."

Her eyes looked at me, begging... she wanted to cum. I didn't want her to... I wanted her on edge, uncomfortable hot the rest of the night.

As we approached the table the only one who missed us was Marlene. She was scrutinizing us thoroughly, looking for anything that would satisfy her lingering curiosity. I stared back at her, forcing her to blink, and my mind, my perverted mind, was trying to think of how to degrade this uppity slut.

Soon after the night was over and I never found a way to be alone with Marlene. I knew I would get her some day... I wanted to humiliate her, she was such a phony, uppity slut.

After an unprecedented day of perverse sex, I had the urge for some cock... and I became horny all over again. I was beginning to wonder how long I could keep this pace. But, for the moment, as I pictured in my mind the young waiter we had in the restaurant... the bulge in his tight pants... I knew I was going to fuck Brad's brains out when we got home.

The phone startled me. I could barely see the clock... 7:35 am... who the hell would be calling this early on a Sunday morning.

My husband answered. "Goddamnit... shit... I'll be there in thirty minutes. See if you can get a tee time for 8:30... I overslept... jeez. I'll be there... stop busting my balls... just see if you can change our time... I'll see ya."

"Maggi... Maggi, are you awake... Maggi."

"What do you want... I can hear you. Stop yelling."

"Didn't you hear the alarm go off... I hate this. I'm alway on those guys asses about being late. Now it's me. It's all your fault... you were like a crazy woman last night. What... do you think were twenty years old again. Christ, I can't go three times in one night."

"You did last night stud." I had to laugh. I really fucked his brains out... that's why he didn't hear the alarm go off. I literally wore him out.

I could hear him hurriedly getting dressed. I drifted off the sleep again... he kissed me on the cheek before he rushed out the door.

The phone rang again. The clock said 9:30. I answered, not happy with all these interruptions of my sleep.

"Maggi, this is Nicole... Nicole from down the street. I have to talk to you. Can I come to your house to talk to you?"

"I don't think that would be a good ideal Nicole... do you? Do you know what time it is? What is it you want to talk about anyway?"

I knew perfectly well what she wanted to talk about... our escapade in the garage, her, I and Jessica...

"I didn't sleep all night Maggi... my husband thinks something is wrong with me. I wouldn't let him touch me last night."

"Is he there with you now Nicole?"

"No, no... he went to a baseball game with some buddies of his."

"So you're alone... right?"

"Well, sort of... my sister is staying with us. She's still asleep upstairs."

"So what did you want to talk about... you liked what happened didn't you? That's why you want to come here isn't it? You want a repeat... you want to eat my cunt again?"

This was getting interesting... and I felt so empowered... she wasn't going to tell anybody what she did with me... and Jessica. I could do anything, say anything to her... anything!

"Please Maggi... don't talk like that. I already feel so ashamed. I just don't know what made me do it... you have to help me. I want to know why you... why you allowed it. My God, you're married, two children. And one of your daughter's participated. I just can't comprehend all of this..."

I could hear her crying... for a moment I felt compassion for her... for a newlywed his must be devastating. My compassion was fleeting... the power of sexual dominance was too strong.

"Nicole... Nicole, you know what you need don't you? You need a good orgasm. How does that sound? What are you wearing?"

"Who cares what I'm wearing... don't you understand... I need to know what happened... and why."

"Do you want me to hang up Nicole... keep talking crazy and I'm gone. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Now, let's try this again. What are you wearing?"

"Just a sweatshirt... and panties... why?"

"I want you to masturbate while you're on the phone with me Nicole. Very slowly... one finger, rub yourself. Go ahead, believe me you'll feel better. Are you doing it?"

I waited, letting it sink in. "Nicole, are you stroking yourself... or you doing what I asked?'

"Yesss... yes, oh god... what am I doing... Maggi, you sure this is alright?"

"Yes Nicole, it's fine. How does it feel... or you getting wet... wet enough to insert a finger?'

"Yesss, god yesss... Ohhhhhhh"

"With your other hand... very easy now... wet your finger, suck on it, get it nice and wet... now very gently rub your clit. Do you have finger's in your pussy... or you fucking yourself Nicole?"

"Yesssss... god... oh god..."

"Did you like eating my cunt yesterday Nicole? You did didn't you... you loved licking my pussy... am I right?"

"Un huh... ahhhhh... Oh Maggi... I love your cunt Maggi... I want to eat you, lick you... I want to lick your asshole... and Jessica's asshole... Oh goddd... pleaseeee..."

"How about your sister... your sister upstairs Nicole... you want to lick her pussy... does she have a nice, young delectable body Nicole... would you like to eat your sister's cunt?

"Ohhh godddd... Maggi don't say that... don't talk like that... she's my younger sister... please, oh god my pussy... so hottttt..."

"Your sister Nicole... do you want that young cunt... lick her... do you... do you..."

"Yesssssss... fuck her, lick her cunt... Sarah's cunt... want to lick... uugggggghhhhhhhh... I'm cummmmmiingggggggggg..."

I hung up the phone... in seconds I was gushing... my fingers covered... I licked them dry. What a way to start the day.

Within the hour I had a twinge of guilt. I didn't think I handled Nicole in the best way possible, especially if she was having head problems. It suddenly dawned on me... it wasn't a twinge of guilt... it was fear for my self preservation. I didn't want to lose what I had... the best of two worlds. I cautioned myself... I would have to be more careful.

For now though, I had the rest of the day... maybe, just maybe I should visit the supermarket parking lot again.

And tomorrow... tomorrow, I already planned to lunch with Jennifer the secretary... or lunch on her... I could already imagine her luscious, wet pussy.

After showering, I dressed and went downstairs to make a pot of coffee. Jane was asleep on the couch... sometimes, when she couldn't sleep, she would lie on the couch in front of the television... for some reason that helped her get to sleep... she hadn't had to do that for a long time.

As I drank my coffee I watched thru the large sliding glass window as Jessica kicked a soccer ball around with one of the young neighborhood boys... Timmy.

The sirens broke the silence... two police cars and an emergency vehicle roared by the house, totally peculiar for this upscale neighborhood.

I was just finishing the Sunday paper when Jessica came bounding thru the kitchen door.

"You're not going to believe it Mom... I mean this is weird... you know that Nicole woman... you know, from yesterday..."

"What about her honey? What... what happened?"

"She killed herself... do you believe that... they said she slashed her wrist... She's dead!"

"Oh god, that's terrible... are you alright baby... your not, not freaking out or anything are you? I mean we don't know her but... you know..."

"No, I'm not freaking out... I just wonder why she did it. Something must have been wrong with her... don't you think mom... I mean, why would anybody do something like that. It's weird."

I didn't know what to think... my god, did I cause this. She was asking for help this morning... I turned it into a dirty phone call. What the hell was wrong with her... was she that unbalanced?

Jessica leaned down from behind me and slipped her tongue in my ear. "Jessica, what the hell are you doing... my god girl..."

"I'm sorry mom... I just had this urge... I couldn't help it... can we go upstairs..."

I pointed towards the back door... my face told her she better get the hell away from me... I was in no mood for her nonsense.

It was apparent that Jessica didn't think yesterday and today were connected in anyway... I could only assume that's why she didn't feel any guilt. The bigger question in my mind... the one bothering me the most... why didn't I feel guilt...

As Jessica went out the back door the front doorbell rang. I opened the door to the most darling policewoman... a blonde little thing, a body just fighting to get out of her uniform.

"Mrs Fisher, I'm officer Martin. My Sergeant asked me to drop by... if it's not too inconvenient, to drive you to our station for a statement regarding the suicide up the street."

"A statement about what... I hardly knew the girl. I don't know what I could..."

"It's no big deal Mrs Fisher... one of your neighbors saw you talking to the deceased in your driveway yesterday... they just want to find out what you talked to her about... you know, did she say anything that would indicate her state of mind... to do something like this, I mean."

"Sure, no problem. Should I drive down myself..."

"Oh no... I'll give you a ride and bring you home. It won't take long... by the way, I love the perfume you're wearing."

"Thanks... I'm ready to go if you are... and you said you would be the one giving me ride home, right?"

"Yes, unless you want..."

"Oh no, I want you... I mean I want you to give me the ride... you don't mind that I insist on you do you?"

"Oh no... I'm flattered..."

No one was immune... the hex was working just fine. I walked behind her to the squad car. Her tight ass cheeks rolled with each step... my god, for those cheeks to rub each other so effortlessly, I could only imagine how lubricated her crack must be.

I loved my hex...