By: Michael Lee

Copyright © 2000 by Michael Lee.  All rights reserved.

"Fear is the oldest and strongest emotion of mankind." - H.P. Lovecraft

She was alone, cold, and frightened as she walked along the side of the foggy mountain road. The forest surrounding the road was pitch black dark, enveloped in a shroud of mist on this moonless night. Her body trembled, possibly from cold, more likely from the growing apprehension inside her. Then she heard him. A voice that sent shivers down her spine and tightened her stomach in knots of fear. She wanted to run, but was powerless to move. Oddly, the feelings of dread were accompanied by twinges of intense sexual arousal. She felt her body respond to her fear and desire, her nipples rising against her thin shirt as he spoke. Three words that horrified her very soul.

"Do you dream?"

Rachel Green awoke with the words still ringing in her ears. Her heart was racing inside her chest, and her body was coated with a light film of sweat. Her hands were shaking as she put them to her chest to feel her pounding heartbeat. Strangely, her nipples were protruding straight out through her nightshirt, and her pussy felt damp. What the hell was that all about? She hadn't had a nightmare that intense since she was a child. But the odd thing was the arousal she still felt. She dropped her trembling hand to her lap, spreading her thighs and rubbing the damp crotch of her panties. Wow, that was some dream, she thought, as her fingers pressed against her clit. The trembling of fear was now completely absorbed by the shuddering of intense desire. God, I have to do something about this. But what?

As Rachel wondered what she could do to relax enough to fall back asleep, her husband rolled over to her side.

"Rachel, honey, are you alright?" Rob asked. He had noticed Rachel's nervous state, and he was worried about her. In their four years of marriage, he had never seen her quite like this. Her eyes were wide, and her breathing labored. She answered by climbing on top of him and kissing him with a wild look in her eyes. Rob was startled, but his cock wasn't. He had woken with a raging hard-on, and he was quickly ready for action. Rachel's hands were all over him, pulling his hair, rubbing his chest, even reaching beneath her to rub his cock.

"Fuck, me Robby. Come on, fuck me so hard."

Rachel moved down and removed his underwear, exposing his genitals to her desires. She quickly climbed on top, pulling aside the damp crotch of her panties and inserting his hardness into her steaming hole. Oh, Jesus, I needed this so much, she thought as she sat down on him. God I love the feel of his cock.

She bent forward and let her husband kiss the side of her neck. Her dream still haunted her, but the faceless desire she felt compelled her to look away from her husband's loving face with a feeling of shame. She wanted to be fucked, but not in the loving manner she was accustomed to. She didn't want to make love to her husband, she wanted only to fuck.

Her passion and lust were almost shocking to Rob as she furiously rocked on his shaft. Quickly he began to wonder if he had ever been fucked like this, by anyone. His old flame Mandy had been very aggressive, but never like this. And Rachel had always been a tender, gentle lover. He had no complaints however, as she kept him fully satisfied. But this was unbelievable. She had been whispering a steady stream of foul words since they started, words that usually caused her to blush, even when heard in a gentle whisper. He was incredibly aroused at the sight of his pretty wife's uninhibited display of raw, animal lust. He could no longer stay quiet, and he added his own words to the conversation of hot passion they were having.

"Come on, Rach, fuck me. Come on you little slut, fuck my cock. Yeah, oh yeah. That's it. God you are so fucking hot. You like this, huh?" He was slightly embarrassed at the sound of the harsh words as they emerged from his mouth, but Rachel seemed to be even more aroused.

"Oh yeah, I love it. Fuck yeah, baby," she whispered. " Come on, fuck me hard. Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Give it to me, you bastard. Oh . . . God . . yessss!"

And with that, she came. Rob had never seen such a violent orgasm in his life. She thrust her pussy on him, grinding her clit into his rough pubic patch, almost screaming at the top of her lungs. On and on it went, with her screaming and grabbing his head in her hands. Her mouth flew to his shoulder and she bit him as her orgasm reached its shuddering conclusion. The pain brought tears to his eyes, but he held tight to her small waist as he felt his own orgasm build. With an animalistic grunt, he exploded in her tight cunt, relishing the rhythmic contractions of her climax as he held his cock still and pumped her full of cum.

Rachel finally seemed to realize what had just happened as she rolled from her husband's softening cock. Suddenly, she was thoroughly embarrassed as she remembered her language and actions. As she lay there, lost in her thoughts, Rob moved to one elbow and looked down at her.

"God, Rachel, what the hell was that about?"

"Oh, Rob, I really don't know, baby. I just had the strangest dream. I can't remember any of the specifics, only that I woke up terrified and yet incredibly hot. I have never wanted, no, needed to be fucked like that before. I swear there were times I . . I didn't know what I was doing. God I'm so embarrassed."

"Hey, it's alright baby. I'm here, and I didn't mind it at all. In fact, I kind of liked it. You were . . . incredible. At least until you bit me."

"What?" she asked incredulously. "I . . . bit you? Are you kidding me?"

"Uh, no Rach. See?" Rob switched on the lamp on the nightstand and showed her the red marks on his shoulder.

"Oh my God. Rob I am so sorry. I can't believe I did that. Does it hurt?"

"It did for a little while, but it happened right as I started to come and that kind of took the sting out of it. Just give me a little warning next time, okay?"

He kissed her on the forehead and switched off the light, and they both fell quickly asleep. Rachel slept the rest of the night without dreaming at all. Or maybe she just thought she did.

All during the following day, Rachel and Rob avoided talking about what had happened. There was no anger between them, and Rachel was actually quite pleased. After all, her husband had given her the most intense orgasm of her young life. Well, that wasn't quite true, was it? Who was she thinking of as she screamed out her orgasm? She didn't know, but she was sure it wasn't Rob. It was his cock inside of her, but the orgasm came from somewhere else. She shook off the disturbing thoughts as just the result of a rather disturbing dream. But what kind of dream could bring such intense pleasure and terror?

As the day ended, and night fell across the yard, Rachel began to worry about what the darkness may bring. Surely the dream wouldn't come back. She convinced herself she would never have that dream again. But deep inside, in her most private area, she secretly knew she was kidding herself. In the darkest area of her mind, she prayed he would return to give the forbidden pleasure promised in the dream. As she crawled between the sheets with her husband, she reached down to discover her pussy was already damp with anticipation. God, I have truly lost it. She stuffed the pillow between her thighs and drifted off to sleep.

Again, she found herself on the lonely road. She could feel the heat growing between her legs even as the damp cold penetrated her body. She shivered with the now familiar feelings of dread and lust. Each feeling was more powerful than the previous night, and her body shook from the conflict within. Again, the shadowy figure emerged from the mist, his arms swinging at his side as he walked towards her. Her mind screamed at her to run, to wake up, to do something before he reached her. She opened her mouth to scream, but all she could get out was a horse croak. Her knees buckled and she fell to the rough, pebbly surface of the damp road. She turned and started to crawl away from the shadowy man, but as his steps came closer, she again heard his voice boom out the now terrifying question, "Rachel, do you dream?" As the scream formed on her lips, she awoke with a jerk.

This time, Rob was not awakened by her violent reaction to the dream. If anything, she was more terrified than the night before. But along with her terror, her desire had also increased. She felt that she was actually close to coming in her sleep. Her pussy literally ached with desire, and she immediately pulled the soaked cotton panties from her hips, thrusting the fingers of both hands to her crotch. She bit her lip to prevent her moans from escaping and possibly wakening Rob. This wasn't about him, this was something . . . different. As she played with her clit, she brought her other hand to her lips to inhale the scent of her arousal. God, what is happening to me? Rachel worried that she was having a nervous breakdown of some type, but at this point she didn't care. She only wanted to come. She placed her hand back to her cunt and parted the soft lips with her fingers. She pushed two fingers deep inside, marveling at how snug her pussy felt to her touch. Her other fingers danced on her clit and within minutes she was coming. A silent scream accompanied her climax as her fingers remained deep inside, sensing the contractions of her pleasure. If possible, she had come even harder than the night before. As she came back to her senses, she feared she was losing her mind. Sleep didn't return to her as easily this night.

To Rachel's increasing discomfort, the dreams returned every night. She would awake highly aroused, and the only relief she could obtain was to orgasm. She would either finish herself off, or wake Rob and fuck him silly. The wild, uninhibited sex continued, along with the foul language and almost violent actions. Although Rob intensely enjoyed his wife's newfound lust, he also worried quite a bit about her mental health. During the day, she seemed agitated, and as night approached, she would go to bed with a look of almost joyous anticipation. And the most ridiculous thing about the whole matter was he began to feel jealous of her dream lover. Whoever he was, he could bring forth passions in his quiet wife that he never knew existed.

The next day, Rachel had lunch with her friend at a local deli. As they ate and talked, Rachel finally confessed the disturbing dreams she had been having.

"Lynn, listen, I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with."

Lynn loved a good gossip, and she leaned in towards her friend in a move of confidentiality. "Sure Rachel. I'll help you any way I can. What is it?"

"I've been having these . . . dreams lately. Terrible, horrifying dreams. And it is the same thing every night."

She began to describe the dream to Lynn, and in the process of retelling it, her skin broke out in gooseflesh, and her nipples hardened with excitement. As she finished her tale, Lynn looked at her, obviously concerned.

"And you have had this dream every night this week?"

"Yes. But that's not all. Although there is nothing specifically sexual in the dream, I get incredibly aroused as I dream. Even now, I'm shaking. I wake, and I am on the verge of coming. And then, either I have to finish myself off, or I wake Rob and we have sex. And I am almost like a different person. I do things to Rob, Lynn . . . things I can't believe I've done. Sometimes, I don't even remember doing it until Rob tells me the next day."

"What kind of . . . things . . . do you do?" Lynn asked, now completely engrossed in her friend's tale.

"The other night, I made him call me a whore. I screamed at him to 'tell me I'm a filthy whore' Lynn. Jesus, the things we said to each other as we had sex. And the night of the first dream, I bit him, hard."

"Oh my God, Rachel. Are you alright?"

"Yes. I mean, no, I don't know. In many ways, this has been great for our sex life. You know I have been kind of bored with Rob lately. But the bad part is, when we are having sex, I can't think of him. I imagine I'm doing the guy in the mist. The one who asks me 'do I dream'. What do you think it means Lynn? Why am I so frightened, and yet so turned on?"

Lynn thought it over for a minute before answering. "Rachel, do you fantasize about having an affair?"

"What, me cheat on Rob? No way. I . . . I mean . . . I could never do that."

"That is not what I asked, Rachel. I asked if you fantasized about other men."

"Well, yeah, I guess so. I mean, who doesn't, right? We all do a little 'window-shopping' from time to time."

"Rachel I think this dream is about you having an affair. And the terrifying part is that you want to do it so bad."

Rachel thought it over. Maybe she was right. After all, she had been getting a little bored with the same old routine they had settled into. Maybe her sub-conscience already knew what her mind and heart refused to admit. That she was restless, and wanted to cheat. Yes, that had to be it. And now that she admitted to it, it seemed only logical that she should move to the next step. For the first time in her married life, Rachel began to think about having an affair.

As the days went by, her dream began to fade. She was now convinced her that Lynn had been right all along. Now that her mind had acknowledged her dark and forbidden desire, her sub-conscience no longer had to convince her. And then it occurred to her. The opportunity to fulfill her desire was only a week away. She was scheduled to spend two days at the end of the following week attending a conference in Asheville, NC. She had previously booked a room for the night, and her husband had declined to accompany her. As the trip came closer, she convinced herself that her chance had come. No one would ever have to know the truth. She would fuck another man on that trip. Somehow, someway, she would fulfill her fantasy.

The night before her trip, she and Rob made love in their usual, quiet way. She couldn't quite get there, so instead she faked her orgasm as her husband pumped away inside her. Minutes later, he called to her that he was coming, and he unleashed a huge load of cum inside of her. As he rolled from her open thighs, she could feel the cum flowing from her open pussy. She couldn't stop as she reached down and placed her fingers on her cum-filled hole. As she felt his seed leak from her, she smiled with the knowledge that the next load of sperm she touched will be from a man she had yet to meet. The thought aroused her more than she could have imagined, and as her fingers caressed her pussy, she felt an urgency to come. She could hear her husband washing up in the bathroom, but at this point she didn't care what he would think if he caught her. She placed both hands on her messy cunt, and pushed as many fingers inside as she could fit. She imagined a huge cock fucking her, making her come as no other, and within seconds she was coming. She cried out and when she calmed down and removed her dripping fingers, she noticed Rob staring at her from the bathroom.

"Rachel, are you okay?"

"I'm sorry baby. I just needed to come once more. I don't know what came over me."

"That's alright. I would have helped you if you had asked though."

"I know, baby. Now, come to bed."

Rob crawled in beside her, suddenly concerned that she had lied to him. He suspected she had faked her orgasm earlier, and now he knew. He just couldn't figure out why, although he was certain her recurring dream was part of the problem. But he was too tired to get into it with her tonight, and before long they were both fast asleep.

The dream returned that night. Again, Rachel found herself walking along a cold road, staring into the thick mist. She was waiting for him, wanting him to appear and take her. As she walked, she took each breast in her hand, pulling her nipples until they were hardened peaks, roughly twisting each point. "I'm here," she called into the mist. She wanted him so much, she needed this stranger to take her. But his shadow did not appear. Suddenly, she heard a cry in the night, a blood-curdling, inhuman scream. Instantly, her passion vanished, leaving behind only sheer terror as the mist closed in around her. She felt utterly alone, and she felt . . . hunted. Yes, that was the word. Not hunted in a physical sense, purely to be captured and ravaged as an unknown lover fucked her, but hunted to be . . . what? Strangely, the only word that came to her terrified mind was . . . consumed. Hunted to be consumed. To be . . . ended, somehow. Her body shivered uncontrollably in unspeakable horror at the implication of that word. To be consumed. Suddenly, through the mist, she heard the familiar words to an old rock song playing on a distant radio. A song she thought was by The Everly Brothers, but she couldn't quite place the tune. And as her mind spun, momentarily confused by the conflicting sensations within her, she felt the huge, hot hand descend on her shoulder. The scream froze on her lips as the familiar words reverberated through the forest, "Rachel, do you dream?"

She pulled out of her drive at noon, stopping at the end of the pavement to take one last look at her home. Suddenly, she felt guilty for the betrayal she was now contemplating. Rob didn't deserve an unfaithful wife, and until two weeks ago, she never imagined herself as an adulterer. She stared at her home, frightened of the changes she would find upon her return. She would return as a cheater, as an unfaithful partner to a man deserving of better. She closed her eyes, fighting back the sudden tears. Oh, God, why is this happening? But the dream that had been haunting her would not release its hold, and even through her guilt, she knew she had made up her mind. Tonight would be the night. Tonight, she would no longer be her husband's alone. Tonight, she would be his.

She arrived at the hotel at four thirty in the afternoon. Registration and check-in went smoothly, and she was assigned a room in the original wing of the old, historic hotel. She walked through the lobby, staring at the massive stone fireplaces that flanked the ends of the great hall. She took the elevator to her floor, and walked down the hallway, noticing with pleasure the beautiful woodwork. As she walked, she checked the names of the famous guests engraved on brass plaques fastened to the doorways. It was rumored that F. Scott Fitzgerald had stayed here, and she secretly hoped her room would have his name attached to the door. Somehow she imagined that the ghost of Mr. Fitzgerald would understand her recent emotional states. Alas, only her room number was visible.

As she unpacked her bags, she took a quick inventory of the usual items she had packed that morning. Rob wasn't home as she packed, and for that she was thankful. He would have been concerned had he noticed the short, sexy black dress she had packed, along with an assortment of revealing blouses and intimately detailed lingerie. As she removed her clothing, she began to make her plans. Tonight would be the night. Then, if for some reason things didn't pan out, she would try again the following evening. She would call Rob explaining that the conference had run late, and she needed to stay one more night. Two nights to get what she needed. Two nights to be desired again.

She took a long, lingering shower, taking delicate care to shave her legs. As she removed the cream from her thighs, she discovered the wetness from her pussy coating her inner thighs. Then, in a moment of lustful inspiration, she applied the cream directly to her pussy and began to shave the delicate lips. Slowly, the smooth bare skin appeared beneath the gleaming blades. She could barely resist reaching down to caress her new smoothness. Her pussy was tingling with desire as she washed the remaining cream from herself. She felt so sexy, so desirable. Her guilt from earlier that day was now washed away, as surely as the delicate hairs that once lined her pussy had been washed down the drain.

As she dressed, she stared at her shapely form in the full length mirror. At twenty-seven, she was still in excellent shape. Her thighs were smooth and shapely, her hips firm and full. Her bust, unaltered by child-rearing, still rose proud and high, capped by delicate rosy nipples that were already erect with excitement. Her fair skin was flushed with the heat of the shower, and the wet strands of her raven black hair grazed the tops of her shoulders. Since the shave, her pussy was almost continually wet. She stared at her now bare mound, running her fingers down the pouty lips, shaking with desire as her clit throbbed with an ache she couldn't satisfy. With an act of sheer willpower, she removed her fingers from her steaming slit, and pulled on the tiny, black lace thong. She slipped on the lace topped thigh-high stockings that matched the panties, stopping briefly to look at herself again. She had to admit that she looked extraordinary, easily passing for a woman five years younger. She picked up the sheer, black dress and slipped it over her head, again pausing to gauge the effect. Usually, she wore a bra with this dress, but tonight she intended to bare much more than usual. The scoop neckline plunged to the tops of her full breasts, and as she bent forward, the dress fell open enough to allow an unobstructed view of her tits, including the delicate nipples. She would have to remember not to bend like this, unless she wanted to show off, that is.

She arrived in the hotel bar at eight-thirty five, drawing immediate attention from a table of four businessmen at the corner table. As she pulled up to the bar, she ordered a white Russian and took a quick glance around the dark room. There were a few mixed groups of middle-aged men and women alike, all dressed immaculately. At the end of the bar, sat a man in a suit, with slightly graying hair. He was drinking what appeared to be scotch and water, no ice. He was ruggedly handsome, possibly in his mid-forties. Rachel occasionally would glance his way, hoping to make eye contact with him. Finally, as she finished her drink and looked up at him, she caught him staring at her. Quickly, she smiled at him, refusing to drop her eyes from his. He smiled back, and his eyes dropped appreciatively to her exposed cleavage. When they returned to her face, she smiled even more, dropping her gaze to return the inspection. As her eyes locked on his crotch, he stood and began to walk towards her.

"Hi," he said, extending his hand. "Mind if I sit down?"

"No," Rachel replied, patting the stool at her side and looking deeply into his lovely gray-green eyes. His face was warm and gentle, with a fine nest of tiny lines around the corners of his eyes. His features were classically carved, and she could barely remember seeing a more handsome man. Her shaven pussy was already tingling in anticipation of an evening with this man.

"Are you expecting someone?" he asked, looking towards the door.

"Actually, no. I just popped in for a quick drink before I head back up to my room for the night." Rachel traced the top of her glass with her finger, drawing his attention to her drink.

"Well, I see your drink is almost empty. Will it be good night then?"

She gave him a coy smile, "Maybe."

"May I buy you a drink? I was just about to get one more for the road, so to speak. I'm staying here tonight as well."

"Alright then, I'd like another white Russian."

He called to the bartender and placed her order. He requested a scotch and water before turning back to her.

"My name is Doug. Doug Hannah."

"Pleased to meet you Doug. I'm Rachel. Just . . . Rachel."

"Ah, the mystery lady," he teased. "I was hoping she would make an appearance tonight."

Rachel laughed, more at herself than at anything Doug had implied. How silly I must look, she thought. Sitting here, drinking with a stranger, wearing a dress that leaves practically nothing to the imagination, and refusing to give my last name. I may as well hang a "fuck me, I'm horny" sign around my neck.

"Well, let's just say I'm wanting to keep a low profile tonight."

"And your husband? He keeping a low profile too?"

"Oh, God. Is it that obvious?"

"Well, you are wearing a wedding ring, right?"

Rachel looked down at her left hand and saw the glittering stone shining on her finger. She had spent so much time preparing her body for the love of a stranger that she had completely forgotten to remove her wedding band. Instinctively, she twisted the ring on her finger. She didn't know what to do. Her cheeks began to burn with the flush of her deepening embarrassment.

"Oh, that. Well . . . he, ah . . ." Her voice trailed off.

"Hey, don't worry. I don't mind. That's really none of my business, and I am sorry I mentioned it."

Rachel collected her thoughts and decided to come clean with this man. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to take him to bed. Sitting here and talking would just use up valuable time. Time that should be spent learning the secrets of this new lover. "Look, Doug. In case you haven't already figured this out, yes I am married. But no, my husband isn't with me. I am all alone in a strange town, and I thought I might find a man who would take me home tonight. I'm lonely, and I wanted some company. That's why I'm here."

Doug smiled at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then let me take you. To my room that is."

Rachel's heart missed a beat and she felt a sudden flush. From guilt or excitement, she couldn't say. But she didn't hesitate in her response.

"Let's go."

They rode the elevator in silence, both nervous about the situation. Although Rachel knew Doug was attracted to her, the circumstances surrounding this elevator ride were highly unusual. She wondered why Doug was in the bar that night. She quickly dropped her eyes to his hands, searching for a ring, or the telltale indentation a wedding band leaves even after its removal. She saw none of these. In some way, she was disappointed. All she wanted was to have one night of anonymous sex, no strings. If Doug were married, then she would be much closer to her goal. If he was single, then complications could arise. What if he wanted more? Rachel knew she was exposing herself to tremendous risk. She could lose everything, just to satisfy, what? For the thousandth time, she wondered why she was here. What made her dream so irresistible? How could a simple fantasy have such power over her? She closed her eyes, and visualized the scene from the dream. Immediately, her nipples stiffened, and her pussy felt warm as the blood rushed down. She had to fight the urge to run her hand up her dress. She lost the battle as the door opened to Doug's floor.

As they walked out into the empty hall, Rachel was suddenly overwhelmed by intense feelings of desire. Her clit ached to be teased, and she couldn't resist the illicit temptation to touch herself. Her hand descended and she lightly pushed her palm onto her mound. She fell slightly behind Doug in step, trying to hide her compulsion. Jesus, what was happening to her? She knew exactly what was about to happen, and yet she couldn't wait another second. As her cheeks burned in shame, she reached down, and slipped her hand under the hem of her dress.

Immediately, she pushed her fingers into her panties, caressing the smooth, wet lips of her pussy. She couldn't believe how wet she was. Doug noticed she was no longer beside him, and when he turned to look, he was shocked by the sight before him.

Rachel had stopped. She held the hem of her dress in one hand, and it was gathered at her belly. Her other hand was invisible, stuffed all the way inside the sexy black panties she wore. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were locked on her crotch. She moaned as she played with herself, oblivious to her surroundings. Thankfully, the hall was empty as she continued her display. Doug felt his cock stir and swell, filling his slacks with anticipation. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. She was actually masturbating, in front of the entire hotel. The elevator door opened behind them and two middle-aged couples stepped out. As the door closed they froze in shock. Doug couldn't speak. At this point, he didn't care what they thought. In fact, he hoped the men were slightly jealous of his good fortune. After all, how often does one go to a bar for one drink, and wind up with such a sexual woman.

As the two couples entered their respective rooms, Rachel came. Her body shook as she reached her climax, and she cried out in passion. Suddenly, she snapped her head up, her eyes full of fear. She stood straight and pulled her hand from her panties.

"Oh my God!" she cried, obviously concerned over what had just happened. "Oh God, Doug, I am so embarrassed! Please, where is your room? We have to get inside before someone else sees me."

Rachel had been so lost in her passion, she barely noticed the two couples pass her by. She quickly ran to Doug, grabbing his arms, and burying her face in his chest. She was still erotically charged, and she needed much more than her fingers to satisfy her hunger. Although deeply ashamed by her exhibition, she was highly aroused by the danger of the lustful public display. For one fleeting moment, she thought of her husband. Rob, who would have been heart-broken had he witnessed his conservative wife display herself in that fashion. Her Robby, who had loved her so much. She shook the image of his face from her mind, as she followed Doug into his room. She stood before him as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Quietly but firmly, he spoke his command. "Take off your dress, Rachel. But leave on your panties and stockings."

He admired her form as she unzipped the slinky dress, allowing it to fall softly to the floor. She now stood before him, her bare breasts shining in the light from the bath. Her nipples were taut with excitement, and she reached up to delicately pinch them with her fingers. His eyes now dropped to her pussy, still hidden from his gaze by the sheer black lace. She was incredibly sexy, and he needed to see more. For some reason, he was afraid to touch her, afraid her beauty would evaporate before his eyes.

"Now, remove your panties and give them to me."

Rachel did as she was told, stepping out of the soaked garment, and handing it to him. He placed his hand on the wet material, feeling the slickness coating the cotton panel. He brought the panties to his nose, inhaling her scent. As he breathed in her glory, his eyes moved back to the top of her thighs. He immediately noticed her completely bare mound, her delicate slit and lips. How he wanted to taste the pussy that had scented the lacy treasure in his hands.

"Now, come to me."

Rachel slowly walked to the bed, moving to him as he reached behind her, guiding her pussy directly to his face. Rachel closed her eyes, and awaited the release she sensed was only moments away. As she felt his tongue snake into her slit, flicking across the tiny bud, she let out a soft cry of pleasure. She never believed such pleasure could be possible. Her legs trembled, and Doug firmly held her hips to help steady her. She put one foot on the edge of the bed rail, opening herself to his tongue. He wrapped his hands around her ass, his fingers probing between her cheeks. As he pushed into the crevice, he gently spread the cheeks apart, and placed the tip of one finger directly on her aching pussy. The finger wiggled on her hole, pushing slowly inside as his tongue continued to lap at her.

Rachel could take no more. Her legs were shaking, and she feared she would fall. With an audible sigh, she pulled his face from her pussy, and stretched out on the bed. She looked at Doug, and opened her thighs as wide as she could. He stood, and slowly undressed as she pulled the smooth, wet labia apart, presenting an unobstructed view straight up her cunt. As he watched, she inserted one finger, then two, and pushed them until her knuckle was at the entrance. As she pulled her fingers back out, she looked at her lover.

Doug was standing in front of her, his cock standing thick and straight, pointing at her. The purple head glistened from the moisture already spilling from the tip. Doug placed his hand on it, and slowly ran his fist down its length. His fingers didn't quite reach around its girth, and Rachel was hot with desire to feel the heft of it inside her. She had never seen a cock like that, and it was more than she could have dared hope for.

Doug moved to her, placing his mouth on the inside of her knee. His hands moved slowly up her thighs, tickling her as he teased his way towards her gleaming cunt. Her fingers were replaced with his, as he continued to hold her open. Rachel put her hands on her breasts, pulling the hard points until they ached from her touch. Suddenly she felt his warm, wet tongue push its way into her. He fucked her with his tongue, pushing inside only to withdraw, then playfully flicking the tip over her protruding clit. She moaned aloud as he ate her. The sensation was unreal, the intensity so overwhelming that she couldn't speak. Her moans turned to screams as he assaulted her delicate cunt. Her climax started deep within, the familiar feeling of release surging, then peaking in a series of intense contractions. She felt a warm liquid begin to run down her thighs and buttocks as she came. And all she could do was cry out her pleasure.

As she descended from her peak, she realized she was alone on the bed. The lights had been turned down, and Doug was nowhere to be seen. She wondered if she had passed out during her orgasm. No, it wasn't that, she decided. She had been so intent on reaching her climax that she failed to notice Doug move off the bed. As she looked towards the bath, she heard the distinctive sound of metal behind her. She turned, momentarily frightened, and saw Doug approach, holding something that flashed as he moved. Her heart leapt into her throat, and she immediately tried to sit up and cover herself, but Doug held her on the bed with a firm hand on her shoulder.

"Whoa, easy, Rachel. I have something for you."

"Wha . . what is it?" she asked, suddenly terrified of this stranger.

"Rachel, do you have dreams, fantasies that you never have revealed to a living soul? Do you?"

Without warning, the power of the dream returned to her and her body began to shake with fear, as if she were suddenly chilled to the bone. But the terrible aching desire in her pussy did not diminish. If possible, her lust for his cock was stronger than ever.

"Yes, oh God yes. Please, Doug. Please."

She heard the metallic clink again, and suddenly she saw what he held before her. At first, the object didn't register in her mind. The shock was so total, so sudden, that she couldn't concentrate on what was happening to her. She felt the cold steel on her body as he moved it up her side. She felt the weight on her wrist and heard the sharp click as the lock was set. Doug quickly fastened the other binder to the bedpost. As he walked around to the other side, she stared at him, wild-eyed with fear and trembling with desire and passion. Doug placed the second handcuff around her other wrist, and again fastened her to the bed. Her breasts shook with each labored breath she took as she struggled against her restraints.

"Easy, Rachel, I'm not going to hurt you. Relax, and let the sensations wash over you. Give in to your dreams, your darkest fantasies. No one knows you, and you can be whatever you choose tonight. Let me please you. Open your heart, and open your legs to me, Rachel."

Doug's soft, gentle voice soothed her growing terror, and gradually her heart began to slow. Doug had moved on the bed, and was kissing her neck. She felt her thighs loosen, and almost unconsciously, she again spread them apart, exposing her most intimate possession to this stranger.

The emotional roller coaster she was on took yet another dip as she caught a glimpse of herself on the dresser mirror. She stared in equal parts fascination and repulsion at the image before her eyes. Her thighs were impossibly open, her hands bound above her head. Her body shone with a fine covering of sweat as her hips gently rocked, tilting her exposed cunt towards the man at her side. The only other man who had tasted her pussy since before she and Rob had met. The man who was preparing to take her completely, leaving behind a woman utterly used. She imagined the look of horror on Rob's face if he were to witness his beloved wife in this position, enraptured with a complete stranger. Rachel couldn't believe how easy it had been to spread her legs and shatter the bond with Rob. She was about to allow another man to violate her husband's most prized and loved possession. But it was too late to go back now. She was bound to the bed, chained to the reckless path she had chosen, and it would all be over soon. Her heart broke in a flood of tears and sobs, but her pussy did not receive the message. Her cries of heartache quickly turned to cries of passion as Doug moved between her open and willing thighs.

He pushed his cock into her tight canal with one long smooth stroke. Rachel groaned as her pussy opened to him, accepting him completely. The image of Rob's face quickly faded as the magnificent cock filled her. Rachel had never imagined the simple act of penetration could be so intense. Every nerve seemed alive as he pushed deeper, filling her as no man before. This was it, she thought. The dream. This is my dream. A simple, hot, fuck. No feelings, no attachments, no love. Just the intense physical sensation of raw animal lust.

"Yes! Oh God, yesss! Fuck me. Oh, fuck me. Never stop, don't ever stop. Just like that . . . oh . . . yeah . . . God!" Rachel could hear herself beg this man to fuck her, to take her. Deep inside, she felt her love for her husband empty, replaced by the fullness of the cock thrusting inside her. Suddenly, there was no longer guilt, only hunger. Her orgasm began within minutes of Doug's penetration, and seemed to continue in waves, with barely a minute in between. Had sex ever felt this good, she wondered. Would it ever feel so wonderful again?

As her orgasm continued, she let her body explore the textures of this fuck. So many new things, and all at the same time. She had never been bound during love, and she found the experience to be delightful. The added sensation of restraint heightened her vulnerability, while increasing her desirability. Although she was powerless to assist her lover, her body's uninhibited response to the cold steel binding her wrists provided more spice than she could have imagined.

As Doug's cock continued to slide in and out of her tight pussy, she concentrated on the feel of her cunt. She wanted to touch herself so much, but the restraints prevented it. She could feel the wetness from their motions running between her open legs, coating her ass with the slick liquid. The soft, smooth skin of her pussy glistened as she raised her head for a quick look. She looked completely different than when she had hair. The sensations were wonderful as the cock filled her. And the sight of his shaft disappearing between her pretty pussy lips was intensely arousing.

But perhaps the best sensation of all was the feel of this new cock, opening her to new limits, replacing her memory of the comfortable fit of Rob's cock. She was no longer pure, no longer virtuous. She was an adulterer, a betrayer of her husband's trust, and yet the feel of the new cock moving inside her prevented her from realizing the disastrous consequences that possibly awaited her. She lived only for this moment, to be completely satisfied in love, lost in the lust that consumed her. She had started the fire that burned her cheeks in shame, scarred her heart with betrayal, yet lighted a path for the passion she chased. She felt the fire burning inside her, and knew instinctively the only way to extinguish it was with cum. The thick, creamy cum of her new lover.

"Oh, God, Doug. Come for me. Please, I need you to fill me with your love. Come on baby, come inside . . . come inside. . . oooo, yeah, come. Just . . . come."

Doug began to pound her delicate pussy with long, hard, fast strokes. His fat cock plunged into her, splitting her into, making her his own. Rachel felt her orgasm swell to impossible heights before shattering in an explosion of pleasure that shook her to the core. Her legs fell weakly to the sides, and her pussy was the only part of her body she could move. She felt it tighten with several strong contractions just as Doug plunged in one last time. He pushed as deep as he could go and held still. Rachel felt his cock jump inside of her, and the jets of fluid splashed against her cervix as she tightened around him. Finally, it was over, and Rachel's dream had been realized.

At least she believed so. She had just experienced the most intense orgasms of her life. She had come so many times she could not count them. Doug's patience and loving touches made her pussy fall prey to his talents. She never imagined sex could be like that. She felt a spiritual delight even though she had sinned against God and her husband. As Doug released the handcuffs and freed her hands, he took time to kiss the bruised wrists, and rubbed the soreness away.

"Oh my God, Doug. That was . . . incredible. How did you ever . . .?"

"Shhh, Rach. No more words. That was for you. It was my gift to a very lovely lady. And it was incredible for me too. I've never seen a woman so aroused. You were spectacular."

Doug fell into the bed, and they held each other tightly. Rachel felt their heartbeats synchronize as they finally fell into a deep sleep.

She felt the hands on her before she realized she was awake. The room was dark, and her body ached from the exertions of the night. Rachel couldn't shake the sleep from her head even as she felt the hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks as they roughly squeezed the jutting globes. She arched her back slightly, willing the wandering hands to explore further. As she wiggled her hips, she felt the slippery cum from her previous fuck seep from her cunt and descend her inner thighs to the mattress beneath her. The hands moved lower, invading her divide, searching for the forbidden desire she now yearned for. A solitary finger teased her, stopping to rest gently on her tiny nether hole. Again she thrust her hips at the finger touching her, in a vain attempt to force its entry.

The finger was moving again, now traveling lower, as she rolled slightly to her left. Her flat belly was now on the bed, her chest pressing into the firm mattress. She opened her thighs, moving her hips slightly upward as she drew in her knees. Then the finger was there. It rested in her slit and moved in time with her rolling hips. Up and down the length of her it traveled, wetting her and the lonely digit with a slippery mixture of cum. Just as her mind asked silently for more, the single finger was joined by another, and another still as they continued their explorations. Suddenly, she was entered. Then sensation of delicious penetration returned as the fingers pressed into her. The fullness inside caused her to wonder just how many fingers had gained entry to her intimate love tunnel. But just as quickly as it started, she felt the emptiness return as the delightful fingers vanished.

"Doug, oh please. No. Don't stop now," she pleaded. Her face was buried in the fluffy pillow at her side, and she could not see her lover. The hands returned, spreading her thighs and lifting her ass high. As she was positioned before him, she felt a hand on her back push her face and chest back on the mattress. She remained still, her ass presenting itself to her lover. The only sound in the room was her own breathing, one rasping breath following the other. She waited, and knew what she wanted. She also knew words weren't needed as her lover moved into position. The final act of submission was upon her. The only virginity she had remaining was about to be taken. And she could barely take the anticipation she felt for the invasion sure to follow. Thankfully, she didn't have long to wait.

She felt the cock that had ravaged her again press at her swollen and sore cunt. She wiggled her hips slightly as the cock slowly slipped past the protective lips of her pussy. She could feel the thick shaft as it moved deeper, opening her again. Her pussy was still swollen from the pounding a few hours before, and she felt a little pain as she was fucked once again. As the cock stroked her, she again felt the wandering fingers return to her ass. They stopped very briefly at the union of their bodies, coating themselves with the natural lubricant. Once the wetness was assured, she again felt pressure on her puckered anus. One slim finger pushed at her until it slipped inside, aided by her abundant wetness. Suddenly, he was inside.

Rachel could hardly stand the sensations from her bottom. Every nerve in her tortured cunt and ass screamed at her in unison, flooding her mind with incoherent thoughts. She could hear words rolling from her tongue, but they didn't register in her mind. All she knew was the cock in her cunt was being stroked by a finger in her ass. And this thought caused her to immediately come. The violent reaction of her orgasm caused the cock to momentarily fall from her pussy, and Rachel screamed at Doug to stick it back inside. But, even as she continued to come, she felt the finger slide out of her butt. She felt so empty, that she could keep neither still nor quiet.

"No, oh no. I need something in me, please? Doug, where are you?" her voice begged to her silent lover.

He had not spoken since she had woken. Then she realized what was happening. She felt a thick, wide object on her asshole. It was soft, yet firm and insistent as it pressed at her entrance. She felt pressure and resistance as her body fought the unnatural sensation of entrance where exit was the norm. Her hand reflexively moved to her wet and wanting clit and her finger traced its delicate outline. The dual sensations were exquisite. And she wanted this so very much. But her body refused to allow the thick invader inside. Just as she feared her desire would be left unfulfilled, she heard her lover speak.

"Rachel, listen to me. You have to relax to allow me inside. Do you want this?"

"Yeah, baby. God help me I want it so. Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"Stop tightening your bottom and your pussy. Open yourself to my cock. Then, once you are relaxed, push open your ass and it will pop inside. You may feel pressure and a little pain but it will pass. Be still and only move when you are ready. Okay?"

Doug's calm voice reassured her and she began to relax. As she calmed down, her asshole slightly opened, and she felt his cock begin to move inside. Suddenly, its advance was halted by the tight ring of strong muscle guarding her private passage.

"Now, Rachel, push it open. You can do it, baby, just push."

And with a sudden rush, her ass opened and the head popped inside. She felt him push easily inside and then he stopped. Her ass again contracted, attempting to force him out what had been planted deeply inside. As the contractions subsided, she began to get accustomed to the feeling of the thick cock buried in her bowel. The momentary sensation of pain had now passed, replaced by this wonderful new feeling of fullness. And she began to move. Slowly at first, then as her ass learned to accept the visitor, she moved faster still. Her fingers flew over her clit as she concentrated on her latest act of depravity. Unbelievably, she was getting fucked in the ass. It was almost too much to bear.

Rob had once asked her if she would like to try some "bottom play" as he put it. She had crinkled her pretty nose at him with an expression of distaste that she couldn't conceal. But now, here she was, not only betraying her Robby, but allowing this stranger to take the last of her virgin holes. Her husband had not taken her virginity, neither of her pussy, nor of her ass. She felt a faint twinge of sadness descend upon her once again. Almost out of the blue she could hear her voice attempt to rationalize her behavior. It is only my body, she assured herself. My dream fueled the forbidden desire of my body, but my heart is intact. I will love him after my body's lust has been consumed. Consumed. That word.

The dream flashed before her closed eyes even as Doug's cock continued to fill her tiny ass. She remembered the feeling of dread from the dream. She had been sure she was being hunted, hunted to be consumed. But was this the consumption she had feared? How could it possibly be? The feelings of sheer pleasure could not have been the only events the dream foretold. Could it? She couldn't concentrate now. Suddenly, she was gripped with fear, and Doug felt the change as her ass tightened on his cock. The immense pressure on his shaft forced him to the edge, and he erupted inside her clenching bottom. Rachel felt his dick jump inside her bowel as he unleashed his torrent. But the feelings of passion had faded, and she shivered under his fading climax. Once spent, Doug rolled from her bottom and collapsed on the bed in an exhausted heap.

For an hour, Rachel lay still. She could feel the cool sperm leaking from her used bottom, but she felt anything but comforted. The night surrounded her, and her heart pounded in her chest. She longed to be home now, with her loving husband, the husband she had so horribly betrayed. She desperately wished she had never come here. And she wished she could erase the reckless events of the past eighteen hours. Eighteen hours in which she had erased four years of faithful commitment from her life forever. How could she have been so wrong? The tears began even as another drop of sperm flowed from her ass. She wished for the ending that would sooth her now tortured soul. But what ending would come? She feared the coming conclusion in ways she could not grasp. The dream of consumption. The dream of the hunt. As sleep finally took hold, her last thought was of Rob. Rob and his unyielding love. The dream came once again, utterly horrifying in its brilliance, and she woke in terror, shaking and sweating profusely. Her exhaustion won the battle with her nerves and within minutes she was again sleeping soundly. The memory of the dream was erased by the recovery of her tired body and defeated spirit.

She woke with the rays of late afternoon light spilling across the room. Her body felt sticky, coated with the remnants of the love that had spilled on her. She ached all over, a mute reminder of the intense passion and forbidden love she had shared with the stranger. The red numbers of the clock at bedside confused her as she tried to understand how the sun could be up at 5:34 in the morning. Then she understood. It wasn't morning, it was late afternoon. Oh shit, she thought. She had missed the conference completely, and was due for checkout in less than thirty minutes. As she dressed, she noticed Doug was gone. She pulled on her dress, leaving the panties and stockings behind in her haste.

As she dashed down the hall, vivid images from the night before replayed in her mind. The images danced before her in a mockery of some perverted slide show. The image of her in this very hall, her dress in one hand, with the fingers of the other shoved into her pussy. The expression on the face of the middle aged woman as she stared at her in open disgust. The sight of her on the bed, her hands bound, her legs apart, with another man's cock inside her. Another of her with her ass high, a huge cock fucking her virgin bottom. The sounds of her orgasms as she called them to her lover, shouting out her pleasure in an obscene song of forbidden lust.

Rachel burst through the door to her room and threw her clothes in her bag. How on earth could she explain her disheveled appearance to Rob? After all, she had dried cum all over her body, and she wore no bra or panties. As she hurried to the lobby for checkout, she could feel the intense stares of desire from every man she passed. Their heated stares were balanced by the cold glares from their wives and girlfriends as she passed by, clothed only by her revealing dress. Her breasts were all but completely exposed as they bounced under the thin material, and the dried cum from their last coupling still coated her thighs. She prayed she wouldn't be recognized as she signed out of the hotel and quickly strolled to her car.

As she pulled out of the parking deck, she took a long last look at the magnificent hotel as it shrank in her rearview mirror. As it disappeared around a bend, she realized she had been holding her breath, and exhaled with an audible gasp. It is finally over, she thought. The dream, the nightmare is over. She vowed that she would make it right with her husband from now on. He would never know this side of her, nor the ease she had succumbed to illicit temptation. She swore she would start making amends by fucking him silly tonight. She would even let him fuck her ass as well. Maybe she could save part of her soul that way. She would allow Robby to do all the things Doug had done. Then, maybe she could convince herself that Doug had saved her marriage. By using her so completely, maybe he had taught her the tricks to completely satisfy Robby from now own. Robby would be thrilled to have her ass, that much she knew. And she also suspected that he would go for the handcuffs as well. She couldn't remember a time he had refused her sexual wishes, although she had refused his many times. Never again. Anything he wanted, he could now have. Anything at all.

As her car ascended into the mountains surrounding Asheville, the sun set beneath the blue wall of mountains, casting occasional shadows as it danced between the peaks before dropping completely beneath the horizon. The temperature dropped quickly as the sun set, and a fine mist began to form in the humid night air. Rachel hummed along with the music on the radio as she smiled to herself. Maybe the dream was right after all. Maybe, just maybe, the hunt was for rebirth. The consumption was an ending to lustful desires, and a satisfaction of her hunger for love. Rebirth of a new love for Robby. Her heart began to lighten even as darkness fell. Still she drove, deeper into the hills.

As the road wound up the mountainside, the radio station began to fade, its signal trapped by the surrounding mountaintops. She always hated this part of the trip, the part where only static accompanied her hums. As she rounded a sharp right hand curve, music suddenly erupted from the speakers, impossibly clear in the cluttered air. It must be some weird atmospheric trick, she thought as she reached out to twist the volume knob to the left.

It dawned on her as soon as her hand reached the knob. The sudden knowledge caused her skin to tighten as gooseflesh erupted across her arms and chest. That song. Where had she heard it before? Her mind frantically searched for the answer her body already knew. As she listened, the familiar words to the old Everly Brothers song filled the car:

"I can make you mine,
taste your lips of wine,
anytime, night or day.
Only trouble is, gee whiz,
I'm dreaming my life away.

I need you so,
that I could die.
I love you so,
And that is why.
Whenever I want you
All I have to do is dream.

Dream, dream, dream . . ."

The engine hesitated for a brief instant. Rachel felt the drop in speed and the resulting jerk as the engine caught again. Her breath froze in her chest. Oh, God, no. Please. Not here. Come on car, don't do this to me. A minute later, the engine hesitated again, and the sputtering was now readily apparent. The car began to lurch as the speed fell. Forty-five, forty, thirty-five, then suddenly twenty, as the car began to limp along the shoulder. A few last shuddering leaps and the car stopped. The only sound was the beat of her heart. Even the radio had died along with the headlights and dashboard lights. She rotated the keys in the ignition several times, nothing. Not even a click. She was stuck.

Don't panic. Rachel had always prepared for the inevitable breakdown, although she could scarcely believe it had happened now. She was stranded in the worst possible place, a lonely mountainside, miles from the nearest house, town, or help for that matter. Thank God for the phone.

As she entered the numbers to her house, she felt worried. Now it would be impossible to clean up and change her clothes before Rob saw her. What could she say to him about her appearance? Oh, God, how am I going to get out of this? She pressed 'send' and put the phone to her ear. It was several seconds before she realized something was wrong. She took the phone from her ear and stared at the signal strength indicator. Nothing. Suddenly she knew. Of course you idiot. If the radio won't work, then the cell phone won't either. She laughed at her ignorance and utter confidence that modern technology would come to her rescue. But the sudden acknowledgement of her plight quickly wiped the smile from her lips. Now what?

She stared into the thickening mist and tried to think. Surely, someone would come by. After all, this is the only road in and out, and it was just a little past seven. She decided that she would wait for the help that inevitably would come.

Her confidence began to wane after the first thirty minutes went past without a single passing car. As she stared into the mist, she suddenly saw movement. The mist appeared to curl as something passed through it. But the movement of the mist seemed to indicate that something had moved upwards through it, not horizontally as she expected. Yes, there was no doubt, something had emerged into the mist and was now ahead of her car, slightly off the shoulder of the narrow two lane road.

It hit her like a sledgehammer. The fear, dread, and apprehension from her dreams flooded into her, and the resulting shot of adrenaline shook her hands as she tried to steady them on the wheel. Her body's reaction to her fear astounded her. She noticed with a slightly detached observation that her body's reaction was very similar to the arousal she had felt fucking Doug. Strange how similar desire and fear can be. Her mind was suddenly thrust back to reality as the shape in the mist appeared to move. Yes, she was certain. It had moved a few yards closer before stopping again. Something in its slow and calculated moves frightened her and she realized that the thing appeared to be studying her, maybe even. . . stalking her.

Oh, no. No. It can't be. The dream. The feel of the hunt. Of being hunted. Stop this insane panic, she cried to herself. You are just spooking yourself. But she couldn't shake that feeling of being hunted.

She jumped as the shape moved again. This time the movement continued, and the mist swirled in response. Slowly the shape took a familiar form, that of a man. The man continued to walk towards her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she couldn't breath. Her body was now shaking uncontrollably in tremors of fright. Unconsciously, she began to weep, tears streaming down her face as the man walked towards her. His pace quickened until he was approaching in a quick, menacing jog. Rachel immediately hit the door locks on either side and pushed herself into the seat. Closer he came until she could hear his bootheels clicking on the pavement. She now lay on the seat hoping to make herself invisible as he approached. Silently, she prayed for salvation and cried in terror.

And then the heel clicks began to fade as the shadow passed her by. They grew fainter still as the tortured seconds passed before fading away all together. Rachel heard nothing but her breathing as she waited. Two minutes went by, then four. Finally she peeked her head above the front seat for a look around. The mist encased her car, blocking even the forest from view. She saw nothing. Maybe, he had been just out for a walk. He hadn't noticed her since she had hunkered behind the seat. Yes that was it. Her heart slowed as she debated whether she should open the door and call for help. Just as she reached the door handle, she heard the cry.

The inhuman scream rolled across the valleys and echoed from the mountainside. It surrounded her car, and she heard the sound from every direction at once. And then she saw him. Standing beside the passenger door, arms at his side. The roofline blocked her view of him from the shoulders up. And the scream formed on her lips as she heard the words. The three words that haunted her. They were spoken softly, but with a touch of maniacal glee that doused her soul and caused her bladder to loosen.

"Do you dream?"

Rachel tried to scream, but as the warmth ran down her legs, all that emerged was a dry croak. Her last sight was of a gloved hand punching out the car window. Her last thought was of the husband she would never see again. And the last thing she heard was the final answer to the haunting question.

"You won't anymore."

THE END

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