Copyright © 2002 by Michael Lee. All rights reserved.

A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead . ~ Graham Greene

"You can't be serious. Anna? Anna Redman?" Gray stared incredulously at his wife. She wasn't looking at him, choosing instead to keep her eyes on the slim brunette in the corner.

"'Fraid so, Honey. Sorry to ruin the image of your boss's wife that way," she said, smiling ever so slightly. Though he hated to admit, Gray loved this game. Especially on nights like this. Shannon, his wife of five years, was an incurable gossip. Sure, gossip was destructive and hurtful, but damned if it didn't spice up a conversation. And since they had been at the Redman's dinner party for well over two hours, it was past time for a little excitement.

Still, the thrill of illicit gossip couldn’t compare to pleasure he felt in his wife’s presence. She looked incredible tonight, a living portrait of elegance in her tight black sleeveless dress. Gray loved it when his wife dressed this way. Few things highlighted her long red hair and fair skin better than that dress. As always, she moved through the crowd with confidence - confidence bolstered by her looks and her considerable standing in the community. Shannon’s reputation as Tampa’s top child psychiatrist was as spotless as her appearance. Wherever she went, people took notice. However, even as glamorous as she was tonight, she paled in comparison to the current subject of their conversation, Anna Redman.

From their vantage point across the room, they continued to watch as Anna talked with an attractive young couple. The husband was obviously entranced by the tall, dark-haired beauty and to his credit, his eyes remained glued to Anna's face during the entire conversation. Gray's didn't. He took a moment to study her slim figure, admiring the way the sheer black silk dress draped over her shapely hips. Her bust line was small yet enticingly shapely, the plunging neckline revealing dramatic cleavage. Anna made an impression everywhere she went. She carried style and elegance in an effortless manner, making her the envy of every woman he knew. Including his wife.

"So," Gray whispered, hoping to draw out another rumor, "do you think he has a chance tonight?"

"From what I've heard, no," Shannon said.

"Why not? He's a good looking man, don't you think?"

Shannon appraised him with a curious smile. Instantly, Gray wondered what his wife thought of the scene unfolding in front of them.

"Hmm, I suppose so. But he's too young. From what I've heard, she likes older men." She leaned towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You know, she gets off on success and power. That’s the type of man she has affairs with. Plus, they have more to lose by sleeping with her. Their risk is her reward."

He turned, looking at his wife as she finished her appraisal. She noticed his expression, and instantly began to blush.

"How do you know all that?" Gray asked.

"Well, I . . . I have a friend that knows her intimately, and I hear things about her quite often."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Since Shannon loved to gossip, he was surprised she hadn't shared this juicy tale until now.

"I only heard it the other day," she said, quickly looking back to Anna.

When they turned back, Anna politely disengaged herself from the young couple and walked towards the bar.

"Well, seems you were right after all. Poor bastard will have to settle for his own wife tonight."

Shannon giggled. "Oh, stop it," she said with a grin.

As they continued to watch, Anna walked over to Richard Redman, who wasn’t just her husband, but Gray’s boss as well. When she stopped in front of him, Richard put his large hand on the swell of her ass. Anna stepped up to him, pressing into him as he bent down and whispered in her ear. Gray stared as Richard caressed the curve of her ass, clearly outlining her exquisite shape. He talked uninterrupted for a while, scanning the room even as he continued to openly fondle his wife's ass.

Suddenly, Richard looked his way. Gray dropped his gaze before Richard caught his eye. A few moments later, Gray glanced back over, and although Richard was still talking with his wife, his eyes were on Shannon. Gray turned, and noticed that Shannon was staring back, a deep red blush now covering her neck and upper chest.

Gray leaned over and whispered to her, "You don't think Richard knows about his wife's affairs, do you?"

"Oh, I'm sure he does. In fact, I think he encourages it. I've heard he uses the information against his enemies. Other times, he uses Anna to seduce his rivals, as a bonus during negotiations."

He was stunned. "You must be joking. He couldn't do that and keep it a secret this long, could he?"

"That's why she fucks only men of power. They keep quiet, and have too much to risk being exposed."

Richard was a ruthless businessman, but this seemed far too extreme. What kind of man whores out his own wife to advance his business? For that matter, what kind of wife would willingly go along with it? Strangely, he couldn't blame the men that had fallen for her trap. She was easily the sexiest woman he had ever known. Even now, the rumors didn't diminish his desire. If anything, it was stronger than ever.

Gray continued to stare as Richard pulled her close, his hand roughly squeezing her ass, bunching the material of her dress between his large fingers. She turned to her husband, her mouth opening to encourage the kiss she obviously craved. But Richard didn't give it to her. He stopped just shy of her lips. Anna smiled ever so slightly, before initiating the kiss with a delicate slip of her tongue.

Gray flushed with excitement. He couldn't remember a scene so ripe with sexual intensity as Anna continued to tease her husband, her delicate red tongue in sharp contrast to the whiteness of her teeth. His pulse hammered in his throat as he took a long sip of his martini, hoping to wet his suddenly dry lips. He turned to look at Shannon, and noticed somewhat uncomfortably that she was also intently focused on the kiss. Apparently the dance of that enticing tongue had affected her too. He placed his drink on the table behind him, wrapping his free arm around her waist as he turned to face her.

"Now that was intense," he said.

Shannon also took a long sip of her drink before looking back to his face. "I'll say," she added with a smile. "You know, I wonder why she hasn't tried to seduce you."

"Who says she hasn't?" Gray teased. "Maybe I'm one of her secret lovers."

"Yeah, right. You wouldn't be standing here, practically cumming in your pants if you'd had her already, sweetie."

An elderly couple passed by at that moment, and one steely look from the woman's eyes left little doubt that she had been overheard. "Shannon, for God's sake, keep your voice down."

"Only if you admit that she's gotten to you tonight. Come on, Gray, I've never seen you look at a woman that way."

Gray laughed as she started the next part of the game. Shannon loved to tease him at parties, especially if the party turned out as dull as this one. She'd have a few too many drinks, and that's when she'd start the questioning. Usually, they would stand in a corner, gossip, and talk about the women at the party. Inevitably, she would ask him which ones he thought were sexy. As he pointed out the ones he thought were pretty, the conversation would turn to sex - just as it was beginning to do now.

Gray gave her a little more encouragement, knowing how she loved to talk about women he found sexually exciting. "Yeah, she's something. I've always thought she was incredibly pretty, but after hearing what you've told me, I have to admit I see her in a new light."

Shannon licked her lips, leaning in so she wouldn't miss a word. "How so, sweetie? Tell me exactly what you think."

"I've always wanted a woman like that. A woman that wanted sex for her own reasons, not for love or other traditionally accepted reasons. No strings attached. Nothing but pure and unbridled lust. Yeah, I'd love to fuck Anna."

Shannon was getting into it, more than usual Gray thought. Her expression was one of anticipation, her eyes wide and slightly dilated. A look of carnal desire was painted across her features. God, she looks good when she's aroused, he thought. The deep crimson blush across her chest provided a lovely match to her long, auburn curls.

"How would you fuck her, sweetie?" Her voice was barely a whisper now. "Tell me. Please tell me."

Gray took her in his arms, pulling her tightly against him while whispering in her ear the way Richard had done with Anna a few minutes ago. Taking his cue, he reached down to squeeze her ass. He placed his lips against her ear, and began to describe what he wanted to do.

"Look at her dress. Notice how smoothly the material drapes across her chest and hips? Bet she’s not wearing anything underneath."

"Yeah, I think you're right."

"I'd like to find out. Maybe I'll take her hand, lead her to a quiet corner of the room, and let my hands explore her body to be sure."

"Mmmmm. So, you'd feel her ass right here, in full view of anyone that happened to notice?" Shannon asked with a teasing smile. Gray knew how excited Shannon became whenever they talked like this. God knows why she felt this way. He knew he could never ‘share’ Shannon. Still, he enjoyed her game, and had to admit he'd jump at the chance to fuck another woman, especially if he had Shannon's blessing.

"Oh yeah, you know I'd love that, sweetie."

"God, this is starting to get to me, baby."

"Good. Want to hear what I'd do next?"

"Uh huh."

"I'd take her upstairs to one of the guest bedrooms. You know there are couples in there even now, don't you? Right now, this very minute, a wife is fucking someone else’s husband, it happens every year. So maybe tonight, I'll be the one fucking another man's wife. Would you like that Shannon?"

Shannon bit her lip, and silently nodded her head.

Gray continued, pulling her closer as he talked. "I suspect she likes it rough. She doesn't want love, she only wants to fuck. So that's what I'd give her. I'd give her a good hard fuck. I'd give it to her like no man before me. She'd come again and again, forgetting about all her previous lovers, forgetting all about her manipulative husband. For that brief moment in time, she'd give herself to me. Only me. She'd open herself to me alone, and I'd fuck her 'til she cried."

"God Gray, you keep talking like this, and I'll be the one begging to be fucked. I’m so wet right now, it’s almost embarrassing."

Gray laughed. "Okay, I'll behave. Anyway, it's not like I'd ever have a chance with Anna in the first place."

Shannon smiled. "Don't be so sure."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, c’mon. You’re exactly her type. You’re older than she is, and very handsome. You’re the number three man in her husband's company, and she may think Richard could use some dirt on you to keep you in line, should the situation ever arise. Plus, I know what women like, and you’re it."

"Yeah, right."

"Don’t play modest with me," Shannon said, reaching up to run her fingers through Gray’s thick, dark hair. The move always excited him, and he beamed as she continued to flatter him. "Hmm, baby, you’re so tall and handsome. Plus you’re in great shape, and have the best ass in town."

Gray laughed again, encouraging her to continue. "Trust me, honey, you'd have no trouble scoring with Mrs. Redman tonight, or any night for that matter."

"Well, lucky I have you to keep me occupied tonight, or else I’d be tempted to find out," Gray teased, letting the moment pass. He'd take care of Shannon's desires later. But right now, he had something else in his mind. He had decided to see if he could bring the fantasy to life. He wanted to fuck Anna. And he would stop at practically nothing to accomplish that goal. He wasn't worried about any possible blackmail attempt, since he was confident that Shannon would get off knowing he had taken advantage of Anna. He was willing to bet that Anna wasn't taken advantage of often. It might be fun to turn the tables on the Redman's for a change.

Shannon looked towards a group of young women standing next to Richard and Anna. She finished her drink with one long steady pull. "Hey honey, mind if I speak to Abby? I need to catch up with the latest gossip from the hospital."

"No, you go right ahead. People will talk if I spend all my time at a party with my wife. Meet you in an hour?"

She smiled, stepping up to kiss him quickly on the lips. "Sure. Have fun baby, and try to behave."

He watched as she walked over to Abby. Richard’s head turned as she passed by, his eyes lingering on her ass the entire time. When Richard excused himself from his wife's company, Gray saw his chance. He picked up another martini to calm his nerves, and walked over. Anna watched as he approached, a hint of a smile playing across her full, red lips.

"Good evening, Mr. Wilkinson."

"And getting better all the time, Mrs. Redman," Richard answered with a broad grin. "You seem to be in need of some company. Mind if I fill in for your husband while he's away?"

"Why Mr. Wilkinson, what makes you think I need anything? Can't a lady have a moment to herself without an offer of social rescue from yet another amorous gentleman?"

"You are gravely mistaken, Mrs. Redman. I’m no gentleman." Although the comeback was as lame as ever, it still sparked a genuine laugh. Her easy manner had a soothing effect on his nerves.

"Really, Gray, you need to come up with some new material. I think you used that same opening on me at our last party."

It was Gray's turn to laugh. "Sorry about that. I thought that sounded awfully familiar somehow. I'll make a note to restrain myself next year."

"Hmmm, maybe I could help you . . . with the restraining that is."

"As you've obviously noticed, creative flirting isn't my biggest asset. You, on the other hand, seem to have mastered the technique quite well."

"At least you’re able to recognize it. That last poor boy had no clue."

Gray suddenly recalled Anna’s previous conversation. Now he understood why the young wife had stayed out of the conversation. Bet her husband would be sleeping alone tonight after all.

"You know, it helps to recognize a tactic in order to defend against it."

Anna put on a mock pout. "Oh my, two refusals in one night? My ego will never be able to withstand the shock. I was hoping you wouldn't attempt a defense at all."

"Maybe, but wasn't it Lombardi that said 'the best offense is a good defense?'"

Anna rolled her dark eyes. "Please God, not a football cliché. And you were doing so well tonight, too. Oh well, nice to talk to you, Gray. Goodnight."

With that, she turned and began to walk away. Gray knew this was part of her game too, and he was up to the challenge. He quietly fell in step beside her as they walked towards the patio. Anna looked up at him and smiled, but said nothing else. Once they reached the patio doors, he reached over and opened the French doors for her. Together they stepped into the warm Florida evening. Citronella torches lit the patio, providing light as well as a little relief from the perpetual buzz of the mosquitoes. They walked towards a quiet corner, deliberately choosing privacy from the other two couples on the patio. Gray didn't recognize any of them, although one of the women nodded to Anna as she passed. Anna leaned against a wrought iron railing overlooking a pool and small garden below.

Gray stood next to her, close enough for their hips to touch. She didn't pull away in the slightest. If anything, she shifted her position, increasing the pressure of their touch. Gray's cock immediately began to stiffen.

"So, Anna, aren't you worried that Richard will notice your flirtations tonight?"

She turned to him again, eyes flashing in the torchlight. "I suppose my concern equals yours for Shannon. So, you tell me . . . don't you wonder where your lovely wife is at this moment, too?"

Gray turned serious for a moment, hoping Anna would receive the message. "No. She's busy with her little friends, and won't be looking for me for at least an hour. An hour's a long time. Many things can happen in an hour. But you still didn't answer my question."

"Knowing Richard, I'm sure he has hands full at the moment." As she finished, Anna looked up towards the upper level of the house, her eyes focusing on a dimly lit window at the corner of the house. Gray followed her gaze, and thought he could see two shadows moving behind the drapes that were drawn across the window.

"Ah, now this could get interesting," Gray said. He watched Anna's reaction out of the corner of his eye. She glanced his way, obviously excited by his interest.

"Things usually do in that room."

Gray knew that Anna was steering the conversation, but decided to play along until she reached her intended destination. From the looks of things, it was going to be one Hell of a ride.

"What usually happens in that room?" As if in answer to his question, the light in the room suddenly snapped off. Anna quickly looked around to see if anyone else had been watching the same window, then looked back at Gray.

"Why don't we go and see for ourselves? You okay with that?"

"I . . . uh, I don't know. I don't want trouble, Anna."

"Trust me. No one will know a thing." She paused before adding, "Except me of course. Plus you may actually learn a new trick or two. Come on, Gray, let's have a little fun." Without waiting for an answer, she took his hand and led him back inside. As they passed through the house, Anna dropped his hand so they wouldn't attract unwarranted attention from the other guests. Gray looked for Shannon, but didn't see her anywhere.

They passed the main staircase and continued down a long hall. She paused again, looking back down the hall. Once assured they were alone, she opened a door and pulled him inside. She kept his hand in hers as she led him up another smaller stairway.

"So tell me Gray, does Shannon know you’re into voyeurism?" she asked as they ascended the stair.

"I don't think so. But it wouldn't surprise her. Actually, when it comes to sex, nothing surprises Shannon."

"I know."

Gray wasn't sure he understood. "What?"

"Shhh! Not so loud," Anna said, a bit too harshly. "What I meant was, I know what you mean. Richard is that way too. Nothing I say or do shocks him."

So I've heard, Gray thought. Bet he'd be shocked to know what I intend to do to his wife in a few minutes. Gray stopped to watch as she reached the top stair, her strong calves defined from the effort of climbing the stair. He briefly wondered what they would feel like in his hands. In all honestly, he could care less about watching some other couple fuck. But he knew that watching a sex act together would be all the initiative he needed tonight. He knew without question that Anna was about to be his.

Anna led him into another hall. The walls were appointed with family portraits, the children from Richard's first marriage, a few of Anna, one of Richard and Anna in a poorly composed portrait. A pair of table lamps lit their way, but every door was closed. She stopped in front of the third door on the right, pausing to remove a key from the linen closet across the hall. She slipped the key in place, and quietly opened the door.

They walked into the room, darkness enveloping them as she closed the door behind him. No stray light entered the room at all, not even from beneath the door. Anna moved away from him to throw a switch nearby, and suddenly he could see. Barely. The room was lit by s single florescent black light mounted on the ceiling. His shirt, and the pearls around her neck seemed to glow, reminding him of fun house visits years and years ago. As he scanned the room, he noticed the only furnishings were a pair of overstuffed chairs and a leather sofa, loosely arranged around a window with heavy curtains pulled across it. The room was smaller than he anticipated, long but narrow, barely eight feet wide. Shelving lined one wall, but the only items on the shelves were red filing boxes, marked with some type of coded numbering system. His eyes fell on one nearby box with a label that read WS231200R. Gray began to wonder why she had brought him here.

"Okay, Anna, this is nice but . . ."

She cut him off before he had a chance to finish. "Come now, you aren't that impatient, are you? I assumed a man of your experience would never rush a good thing. Was I mistaken?"

Gray felt his blood pressure rise. Great looking or not, he was beginning to tire of her games. She better be one hell of a fuck, he thought. He decided to wait her out. She walked over to a hidden cabinet next to the door, and pulled out a bottle of wine. She opened it, and poured two glasses, offering him one as she stood next to the curtained window.

"So, you still want to watch?"

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

Anna turned and began to open the curtain. Suddenly, Gray knew why they were there. Incredibly, this room was designed for one purpose and one purpose alone. The curtain revealed a large window, but it didn't look outside. This window looked directly into a bedroom. Centered in the window was a large four post bed, and on the bed were two people. Gray gasped as he immediately recognized the man. It was Anna's husband, Richard. Although he remained fully dressed, the girl with him was completely naked. Apparently, he had just finished tying her arms to the posts at the headboard. She was on her knees on the bed, her arms extended to each side, her chest pressed to the mattress. A dark silk scarf served as a makeshift blindfold; the back of the scarf covered her hair. Candles scattered across the room provided the only light, making it almost impossible to see clearly.

As he watched, a question formed in his mind, and although he knew better, he couldn't help asking it. He turned to look at Anna, trying to get a read from her expression. If she was surprised at what she saw, her face didn't show it.

"Anna, are you okay with this?"

She laughed. "Of course I’m 'okay' with this. Think I'd have taken you in here if I wasn't?"

"No, I didn't mean that . . . I'm just . . ."

"That's okay. I know this must be a bit of shock. But this is my house, and I knew immediately who was in here as soon as I saw it. This is our entertainment room. Well, to be precise, both of these rooms actually. Richard and I have a very open marriage. And whenever one of us has the urge to . . . entertain someone, the other can watch from here. I assure you, it's quite soundproof. We can't hear them, and they can't hear us. That window is a two-way mirror, so the girl has no idea we are here. She thinks they are alone."

Gray was speechless. But as his shock turned into arousal, he moved closer to the window, hoping to get a better view. Richard had now moved behind the girl, and was starting to undress. The girl was moving her hips, rolling them slowly around, obviously wanting it. The scene unfolded in complete silence. And although he could see the motions, the lack of sound diminished the eroticism of the scene. It was like watching a porno with the sound off.

This quickly changed when Anna moved next to him, her body coming in contact with his. He knew this was no accident, and also knew why she had asked him there to begin with. Apparently, this was another way she got off - watching her husband fuck other women.

Gray decided to take matters into his own hands, so to speak. He turned to Anna, gathering her into his arms. His heart was racing, threatening to run away on him as every nerve, every muscle in his body waited expectantly for the next step of the dance, the step he longed to take. The step he had to take. Nothing could stop him now. Not the sight of her husband fucking another woman in the bed next to them, nor the thought of Shannon busily gossiping with her friends. The music had begun, and it was time to take the lead.

He held her tightly, savoring the feel of a new and unfamiliar body in his arms. She felt different from Shannon, her smooth curves and soft skin a sharp contrast to the hard edge of Shannon's athletic frame. Shannon looked great, but something about her body made him work too hard at their lovemaking, as if pleasure could be arrived only through peak physical exertion.

But if Shannon was an athlete, Anna was an artist. He imagined Anna using her body as a delicate canvas, her responses the brush, her climax the final masterpiece. With Shannon, the same act resembled an Olympic event, a relentless drive toward the finish line, the movements of their bodies trained to derive maximum pleasure. But fucking Anna would be different. He had faith in the erotic promise her body was making, and he could barely wait to find out.

Suddenly, her hands were on the back of his head, pulling him down to her lips. As he bent down to finally kiss her, he remembered the vision of her tongue slipping into her husband's eager mouth, and he longed to experience the same thing. He willed himself to stop just short of her lips, and pulled back just enough to give her the signal. With a mischievous smile, she parted her lips, tracing them with the tip of her tongue. The gesture instantly reminded him of the provocative image from earlier in the evening. His heart leapt in his throat as she reached for him and slipped her tongue into his mouth.

The kiss instantly ignited their passion and for a brief moment, Gray forgot almost everything. He forgot about Shannon, he forgot about the party. He wrapped his arms around her, eager to feel her body next to him. But even before the kiss ended, he feared he was in over his head. Despite his need, he forced himself to remember who, and what, Anna was. He knew she was using him, yet he still couldn't resist her. Crazy as it seemed, he wasn’t as scared as he should have been. If anything, his uncertainty only increased his desire.

Anna broke the kiss and pulled back, looking at him with her dark eyes. He reached out and ran his hand through her hair, watching as she closed her eyes and arched her neck. He kept his hand there, pulling her close once more, surrounding her lips with his. Once again, he inhaled her fragrance and savored the taste of her lips. The kiss was just as tantalizing as before, fueling the fire growing in them both. While he knew she was using him in an undisclosed game, she was not faking her response. Anna was just as turned on as he was.

After several more minutes, she pulled back, and looked at him with a curious expression. "What are you smiling at?" she teased.

Gray couldn't tell her what he thinking. Whatever scheme she had in mind wasn't going to work, but he couldn’t come out and tell her that. Little did she know that Shannon had practically begged him to pursue her. Although he’d been faithful throughout his marriage, he was sure Shannon wouldn't object to this. In fact, she'd be thrilled that Anna wanted to sleep with him. If Richard and Anna try to coerce him with dirt from this illicit rendezvous, well, they have another thing coming. He was the one taking advantage of Anna, certainly not the other way around. No, he couldn't tell Anna why he was smiling, could he? So he lied instead.

"I was just thinking."

"Of?"

"How much I'm going to enjoy fucking you as you watch Richard with that slut. You’re going to enjoy this much more than she is," he said, jerking a finger at the two-way glass window.

"Hmmm, baby, I can't wait to find out."

Without letting go, they both turned back to the window. Richard had undressed, and was now standing in front of the bound woman. He had one hand wrapped tightly around the back of her neck, holding her head in place as he slid his cock down her willing throat. He was facing the window, but all they could see was his face and chest, the rest obscured by the bed and the woman's body. The girl's head was in the shadows, making it impossible to see the details of the act. But once again, he was treated to a wonderful view of her round ass and tempting pussy.

She was completely shaved, and the position of her legs opened her for both of them to see. Gray found this to be incredibly arousing. Richard obviously knew Anna could be watching, so the only one that was in the dark was the girl on the bed. In more ways than one. She was also the only one blindfolded and bound. Maybe Richard told her she would be on display for him, but he liked to think not. He suspected that somewhere in this very room, a camera was recording the entire affair, to be stored, cataloged and used when the opportunity arose. Suddenly, he knew what was in the boxes. It had to be videotapes, coded by date. And judging from the sheer number of boxes, the Redman's had the dirt on scores of people. No wonder he was so successful in the community.

Anna moved behind him, shoving thoughts of illicit videos aside. She leaned against him, pressing her breasts into his back, as her hands began to caress his chest and shoulders. She looked over his shoulder at the scene, and began to move her hands in slowly widening circles. After a few passes, she unbuttoned his shirt, slipping her hand inside to tickle the hair on his stomach.

"Hmmm, this is so nice . . . and so soft. I just love that. But this," she said, suddenly grabbing his crotch, "isn't soft at all. That's what I really love . . . something nice and hard," and as she returned her hand to his stomach, "and soft. Can you be hard and soft with me? That's what I need . . . I need it so very hard. Remember that, okay?"

Gray noticed how hard she was now breathing. She paused to kiss him softly on the side of his neck as he continued to watch through the glass. He started to turn and take her in his arms again, but she stopped him.

"No, just watch. Don't look at me. I want you to . . . enjoy what I'm about to do to you. I want you to watch, and tell me what Richard is doing to her. Be my eyes for me. Tell me what you see."

With that, she moved to his side, before slowly kneeling before him. Gray had to see, so he looked down as Anna released his belt and lowered his zipper. Her cool hand snaked inside his pants, pushing them down over his hips as her hand reached around to squeeze his ass through his boxers. The head of his cock was already peeking from the fly of his boxers, and Gray watched in disbelief as Anna looked up at him with a smile.

"Now, you are mine," she said, as her tongue slipped from her mouth to lick the tip of his cock. Instinctively, it jumped at the contact of her soft, warm tongue. Without touching him, she waited as his cock settled back down, before touching the head once again. God, she was going to kill him, he thought. Gray wasn't sure how much of this he could stand.

"Come on, tell me what you see. Please tell me everything, baby. Do that, and I'll give you anything. You can have me any way you wish, just tell me so I can come too."

Gray noticed that her dress was already pushed to her waist, her hand nestled between her thighs, slim fingers working slowly on her pussy. How he wanted to see her. He longed to see her pussy for the first time, to taste her, to know her completely. And more than anything, he longed to fuck her. But first, he would do as she wished. He suspected he was being taped, so he made a point to put on a good show.

"Not until you put my cock in your mouth, slut. Give me what I want, and if you’re good enough, I'll let you continue. And then, maybe I'll tell you what your cheating husband is doing in the next room."

She let out a low moan, followed by a breathless "Oh God," before she lowered her lips to his cock, wrapping him in the warm wetness of her exquisite mouth. Gray wanted to watch his cock disappear and reappear between her full red lips, but he knew he would have to help her. She was good though. Good, nothing, she was incredible. She knew how to use her tongue, making it soft one minute, then wonderfully hard and firm the next, continually varying the pressure just where he liked it.

"God, Anna, you are fucking unbelievable. That's perfect . . . oh yeah . . . just like that."

She pulled off, looking at him with genuine need. "Please . . . please talk to me."

"Okay, okay. You win." He groaned as she engulfed him once again, slowly sucking the head with a wet smack. Gray forced his eyes from the gorgeous face surrounding his cock to the image of his boss in the next room. As she requested, he described what he saw.

"Okay, Richard is still at the same place he was before. The girl is sucking his cock, hard. No wait, that's not right. He is fucking her face. God, I can't believe she can take it like that."

"Hmmmm," Anna moaned in reply.

"He's talking to her, but I can't make out the words. But from the expression on his face, I can guess what he's saying. He's telling her that she is his slut, and that she's a great little cocksucker. No way she can suck cock better than you, though. God, I can't believe how good you are.

"Wait, now he's reaching over her back, towards her ass. Jesus, she has a great ass, Anna. Bet he can't wait to fuck her. Oh man, he just slapped her ass, hard. Again . . . again . . . again. Now he's holding completely still, letting her do all the work on her own. She's good though, God she's good at it."

Anna began to suck in earnest, removing her hand from his ass to help steady his shaft. He glanced down, noticing that her eyes were closed, her hand now working at a furious pace on her clit as she widened her stance. Occasionally, she would pull his cock from her mouth to catch a few ragged breaths, but she never wavered from her handwork. Usually, he preferred a hard handjob just to the point of coming, before finishing in Shannon's mouth, but tonight he didn’t think he’d need the extra stimulation. Anna was that good.

He looked back to the window. Richard had removed his cock from the girl's mouth, and was walking behind her. She lowered her head expectantly, submitting to his every dark need. Gray wondered where he found girls willing to do this. Shannon was more of the take-charge type. But he could tell Anna was different. No doubt about it, Anna had a submissive streak, too. Maybe when this was all over, he could use that to turn the tables on her completely. He imagined that Anna would enjoy fucking without her husband's permission for a change, and he sensed she would respond to a dominating male. But that would be worked out later. Right now, he had other matters to attend to.

Gray continued with his descriptions, as Anna continued her mind numbing work. "Okay, he's pulled out of her mouth. He's walking around the bed, watching her every move. She's lowered her head to the bed, although her ass is still up. Her knees are spread, and I can tell she is extremely wet. Her cunt's glistening in the candlelight. She's moving her hips around, trying to feel the first touch of his hand, tongue, or cock. Hmmm, wonder what he’ll do next?

"Oh God, he just spanked her again. Three quick hard slaps across her ass. I could see her flinch as each blow landed. She's in great shape though, her ass barely moved as he slapped it. He's directly behind her now, watching her with his cock in his hand, slowly sliding his fist up and down the length, keeping it hard and ready. Wait, he's moving away from her now . . . shit, he’s walking towards this window."

Gray's pulse accelerated as he watched Richard come closer. What if he can see him here, his cock buried down Anna's throat? What if he didn't know she was going to seduce him this way? Thankfully, he didn't have time to worry, as Richard stopped and switched on a small table lamp. The lamp illuminated the girl's body, and for a moment a flash of light near her arm caught his eye. It must be a diamond bracelet he thought, remembering the way Shannon's would flash in even the dimmest of light.

But this light wasn't that dim. In fact, it illuminated not only her body but her ass as well, and Gray immediately saw the red welts across her ass. The slaps must have been harder than he first thought. But one thing was certain; she loved it. She was incredibly wet. The insides of both thighs were coated with the evidence of her arousal.

"Okay, he just turned on a lamp, and is walking back towards her. God she's so wet, Anna. The little slut can't wait to be fucked. And it looks like she won't have to wait long. He’s positioning her now. He is pulling her towards him, and has moved in behind her. His cock is in his hand, and he’s using it to trace along the skin of her ass. I think he's rubbing the head along the red marks from the earlier spankings."

Anna pulled off his cock with a wet pop. She looked up at him, saliva and his own moisture coating her lips.

"Gray, when he starts to fuck her, I want you to fuck my mouth to the same rhythm. Can you do that for me? If he fucks her slow, you fuck my mouth the same way."

"Okay, but what if he fucks her the way I think he will? What if he fucks her hard and fast?"

"Then do it to me. I want it the same way. Exactly the same way. And I need you to come. You have to come in my mouth, okay?"

"Alright."

She didn't smile, instead she went right back to her work. Once again she swallowed him, squirming as her hand resumed its place between her thighs. Gray was shocked by the depth of her need. He never expected her to be this way. He wondered what it would take to get her off as he fucked her.

"Anna, he’s about to take her. Are you ready?"

She moaned in agreement, and Gray watched as Richard moved behind the girl on the bed. He entered slowly, his cock sliding in as she adjusted to the penetration. Using his hands to as a guide, he began to mimic Richard’s moves. And when Richard forced his cock inside her, Gray did the same to Anna. He reached down, holding her head steady with both hands. As he watched, he pushed forward, sliding deeply inside Anna's throat. Go gently Richard, he silently urged. He worried about being too rough with Anna, possibly even hurting her. But after watching the way Richard had used his girl a few minutes ago, he felt certain that he could treat Anna the same way. If he can do it, he thought, then I can too.

For the first few minutes, Richard obliged his silent request. He continued his slow fuck, at a pace Gray matched stroke for stroke. But suddenly, Richard stopped. He pulled out, then rammed back inside in one powerful thrust. Almost immediately, he began fucking her with long deep thrusts, the force of the coupling sending ripples across the tight skin of her ass.

Gray didn't immediately imitate the stroke. Admittedly, he was still worried about hurting her, despite knowing it was exactly what she wanted. So, without any warning at all, he pulled back to the very tip, and then plunged forward, burying his cock to the hilt in her mouth. She seemed shocked at the depth and force of the sudden intrusion, and for a moment fought to keep from gagging. She held him back and he allowed it, but within a few seconds, Anna removed her restraining hand and reaching to his ass, began to pull him forward.

By now, Richard was fucking his girl with wild abandon. He knew he wouldn't be able to match him, so instead he settled for a nice, smooth, deep stroke that Anna handled with ease. She was almost continually moaning now, her hand frantically strumming her clit. He knew she was close to coming, and hoped she would be able to control her ministrations without biting him.

Gray fought to keep from coming, determined to see her climax first. Actually, what he wanted more than anything was to fuck her, and fuck her hard. He wanted to take her in exactly the same fashion her husband was fucking the stranger. And more than anything he wanted to watch her come as they fucked. But the image brought him dangerously close to coming, so he quickly changed his focus. Fucking would come later, he reminded himself. But for now, he had to finish what he had started.

He also knew she was close. Anna was completely absorbed in the scenario she created, and his job was to provide the cock she craved. Once again, he wondered where the camera was. Thoughts of scenarios, cameras, and blackmail helped him regain control, and he was able to quell the urge to come.

Just as he regained control, Anna lost hers. She released his cock from her mouth but continued to stroke him with her hand. Gray looked down and watched. She had closed her eyes, her forehead wrinkling in concentration as she focused on her now-imminent orgasm. He could hear her exhaling in short, little breaths between softly muttered words that he couldn't quite make out. And all the while, her fingers never relented on her clit. Finally, it was upon her. She cried out as she came, forgetting about the cock in her hand as her body began to tremble.

As soon as she began to settle back down, Gray took control again. He pressed his hands against her head once more, reminding her of her task. Though still breathless from her orgasm, she took his cock without hesitation.

"Remember, do it just like Richard, okay?" she reminded him, before taking his cock in her mouth once again.

Gray turned back to the window, and incredibly enough, Richard was still fucking like a jackhammer. As he watched, he began to increase the speed once more, but this time he had no intention of holding back. He would come for her, because of her. He began to tighten his muscles, attempting to coax the orgasm from within. Anna must have sensed his change, and began to work harder and faster with her hand, lips and tongue. All the while, her husband continued pumping away. It's a wonder he doesn't fuck her to death, Gray thought.

As he watched, he sensed the slow climb to orgasm. He was almost there, almost at the point of no return, so he concentrated on the sight of the brutal fucking in front of him. He could see her shake with each thrust, and both were now covered in sweat. He’d never seen anyone go at it so hard and so long. Gray began to imagine what Richard was feeling at the moment, his cock buried in a tight cunt that was not Anna's, and yet Anna let him do it, even approved of it. He also pictured many future nights with Anna, nights where he’d have her alone. No one was ever to know, not Richard, not Shannon, no one. And as he imagined their frenzied couplings, he came.

He called to Anna to warn her, to let her know he was coming. She didn't miss a beat as she continued jacking his shaft, her tongue extended to receive his offering. And suddenly it was upon her. Gray shook as he came, and watched as long ropey strands of cum covered the sides of her mouth and cheeks. She popped the head back in her mouth and held him there, her tongue occasionally caressing the tip as he continued to flood her mouth. And then, it was over.

As Gray struggled to catch his breath, he looked up just in time to see Richard come, his steadily pumping ass pushing inside one last time before stopping. He held completely still as he unloaded inside her. As soon as it was over, he pulled out, kissed her tenderly on her back, and began to untie her. He started with her legs, before finally releasing her arms and pulling her up to him. They held each other for a long moment, each struggling to regain their breath. Finally, Richard removed the scarf from across her eyes. And as he did, Gray got his first look at Richard's girl.

"Oh my God," Gray said, immediately recognizing her. "Is that Holly Daniels?"

"Yeah, that’s her," Anna replied, standing as she wiped her chin. "She’s incredible, wouldn’t you say?"

Gray whistled in appreciation. "I had no idea she’d fuck like that."

Anna laughed. "Neither does her husband."

Gray turned to Anna, fixing her with a sultry stare. "Guess you can never tell about some women, can you?"

"Don’t believe everything you hear. Rumors can be dangerous things you know."

Gray mulled over her comment, before deciding to give her a little test. As he began to tuck his soft cock back in his pants, Gray spoke. "Speaking of rumors, I heard one tonight that may interest you."

Anna looked hard at him, her smile fading on her lips. "Planning to share?"

"If you think you’re up for it."

Anna paused a second too long. "Alright then, let’s have it."

Without missing a beat, Gray did exactly that. "Rumor has it, you and Richard use sex to advance his business. And from the looks of this room, I’m guessing this is how you do it."

As he spoke, Gray studied her reaction. Damn, she’s good, he thought. She didn’t look ruffled in the slightest. If anything, she appeared more self-assured than ever. Without a word, Anna picked up her wine glass, finishing her drink in one steady pull. Gray watched, unwilling to allow her silence to give her an edge. She refilled her glass, before silently opening another cabinet. Inside were two small video recorders, both still running, and a video screen that showed the lovers still kissing on the unmade bed. Anna ejected the tapes from both machines, made a notation on each label, and placed the tapes in a small red box.

Gray now knew he was right. "So, tell me. What are you going to do with that tape? What do you need from Holly?"

Anna gave him a patronizing smile. "You have it all wrong, Gray. That’s not why we do it. We do it because it’s fun. The seduction, the serendipitous taping, the voyeurism, it’s all about passion."

Gray laughed, refusing to believe this elaborate setup was designed solely to satisfy their sexual cravings. "Aw, come on. I’m not an idiot. So please don’t treat me like . . ."

"Let me finish," Anna said, interrupted him. "Richard and I use this room and these facilities when the urge strikes. I know you don’t believe me, but we never have any ulterior motives at the time of the seduction."

"But . . ."

"Okay, there have been times when Richard used a tape or two to gain the advantage in a few . . . negotiations. But we never know when, or even if, these tapes will be of any use. So you see, Richard fucks Holly because he wants too, and because she wants him too. There is no coercion to get her, or anyone for that matter, in our beds. Just as there was no coercion to get you here."

"So, why did you bring me here? Was it to get a tape of me with my cock in your mouth? Is that it?"

Anna looked away for a moment. "No. I brought you here for another reason. You were here to give me pleasure, and you did your job."

Gray sat in silence for a moment, considering what she had said. "You mean, there’s no tape of you and me?"

"No, there isn’t."

"But why would you show me all this? Aren’t you worried that I’ll use this information to gain an advantage on your husband?"

Anna didn’t hesitate. "Not at all. Cause if you did, you wouldn’t be the one exposed."

Gray felt his pulse leap in his throat. "What do you mean?"

"If you talk, Shannon pays."

For a moment, his mind refused to acknowledge exactly what he was hearing. He was dimly aware that Anna had moved away from him, and was standing next to an open cabinet that he had not noticed before.

"Bullshit. You don’t have anything on her."

With a sigh, Anna returned to the video monitor. She opened another box, and after searching around for a brief moment, pulled another tape out, inserting it into the machine. The picture jumped, once, twice, before the image blazed forth in startling clarity. But even as his eyes took in the long auburn curls, and the tight athletic frame of the girl in Richard's arms, his mind refused to make the final connection. But there it was, in living, breathing color. In the end, it wasn’t her face that gave it away. It was her diamond bracelet, his fifth anniversary gift to his wife. The bracelet flashed brilliantly in the light as her fingers caressed Richard’s cheek. His stomach recoiled in horror as he watched Shannon tilt her chin towards Richard, snaking the tip of her tongue into his mouth.

Gray staggered backwards, catching himself against the sofa before sitting down in a heap. He couldn't watch anymore. He was sickened by the image of his wife kissing Richard, preparing to be used as Holly had been. But that wasn’t the worst of it. She had been used, but not just by Richard. No, he was just as guilty as anyone, since he had allowed himself to become involved. He felt sick. Anna walked over, and sat down next to him. Gray could stand no more, and buried his face in his hands.

"Gray, we need to talk." In his confusion, he thought the soft voice was Shannon's. He looked up expectantly, hoping to see her smiling face, hoping against hope that it was all a terrible mistake, or perhaps some kind of joke. But as he looked around, he knew he was alone. Except for Anna that is.

"Gray, look at me." Reluctantly, he looked up, meeting her cold stare with one of his own. He started to get up, hastily tucking in his shirt in the process. She stood too, quietly watching as he dressed.

"I'm sorry, Gray."

"What? You're SORRY?" The words were almost too much to bear. Sudden and swift anger welled inside of him, threatening to escape, frightening him with its power and intensity. He had never felt anything like this before. Despite his obvious rage, Anna remained calm, not moving an inch either way. Suddenly, the implications of her words hit home.

"Wait a minute, how long have you known about this?"

"Since it started. I was the one that made those tapes."

Gray was incredulous. This couldn't be happening, could it? "But why on earth did you bring me here? Did you want me to find out my wife is having an affair with your husband? Is that it?"

Anna actually looked amused. She smiled as she pulled a cigarette from a case in her purse, lighting it with a sure and steady hand. She took a quick drag before answering. "If that's all I wanted, I wouldn't have waited this long. Not when they’ve been having an affair for two years now."

"Bullshit! There is no fucking way she could have been doing that without my knowledge. You're just trying to make things worse."

"Don't believe eh? So, what would you believe, hmmm? Would a entire box of video tapes prove it?" She walked over to another shelf, this time removing a red box with the code WS040798R on the front. She opened the box, and tossed a videotape in his lap.

"Why don't you take this cassette and pop in the player right over there. And for your information, that label refers to your wife. WS is Wilkinson, Shannon. The numbers are the date. In this case, it was July 4, 1998. Remember where you were on that day?"

Gray didn't answer, even though he knew exactly where they had been. They had spent the day, and most of the night, at the fourth of July party the Redman's had every year.

Anna reached down and took the cassette from his lap. "Yeah, you remember don't you? You remember how intoxicated Shannon was that afternoon, and how she wanted to go lie down for a bit, since she was afraid of getting sick. Only she didn't do much resting, that's for sure. That Shannon is one hot fuck."

"Shut the fuck up!"

Anna didn't flinch. "Don't you raise your voice at me."

"Fine, I'm leaving. And don't try to stop me either. I’m going to have a little talk with Richard before I go, too, and if you know what's good for you, you'll stay out of my way."

Gray turned and began walking to the door. But as he reached for the knob, he heard Anna say something to him. "Before you go there is . . . one thing you should know." He stopped but refused to look at her. "If you say one word of this to Richard, or to anyone else for that matter, the little fun you had today becomes a matter of public record."

Gray laughed. "You think I'm scared of THAT? God, you are pathetic. I find out that Shannon's been screwing around on me for two years now, and I'm supposed to worry about what she'll do if she finds that out?"

"I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about Shannon's fun-filled evenings. Wonder what the good folks on the hospital board will think of her now, hmmm? Bet they'd love to see a video of Dr. Shannon Wilkinson, blindfolded and handcuffed, taking it up the ass while getting spanked at the same time. Come to think of it, a tape of Shannon, the good upstanding Deacon, getting gangbanged would be just the thing for the next meeting Deacon’s meeting at your church. Don’t you know how destructive idle gossip can be? One careless slip of the tongue can destroy a woman in her position."

Gray struggled to keep his composure. But images of his wife with several men threatened to overwhelm him. His anger was quickly turning to pain.

"You wouldn't dare," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Anna chuckled. "No? You'd be surprised. But you see, the great thing about Shannon is how open-minded she is. Not to mention how enthusiastic she can be. She'll do anything at least once, and I do mean anything. She’s insatiable. Trust me, we have the tapes to back it up too. I've even had her several times you know. She has an incredible tongue. Mmmmmm, just the thought makes me shiver. She really loves eating my hot little pussy. Shame you'll never get the chance."

Gray could feel his face flush in anger. "Fuck you, Anna. You can't scare me with your threats. Shannon’s a cheating whore. I hope she gets what she deserves. I hope you do release the tapes, it'll make the divorce that much easier."

Anna laughed. "Oh, Gray, you really are so dramatic! But there is one small problem. We know you, and Shannon for that matter, better than you seem to yourself. That's why we set it up this way. We knew that Shannon was very receptive to an open marriage. That’s why photos of you wouldn’t work. But you have one weak spot, and you know what it is. You actually love Shannon, don't you? More that anything I'll wager. And you couldn't stand to see her fired from her job in disgrace. You know that she could never find another job as a child psychiatrist once everyone knows of her tastes in recreational activities. Not only that, her church and Country Club friends would never speak to her again."

Anna paused, and softened her tone. "But what you fail to see is that it doesn't have to be that way. No one ever needs to know. All you have to do is keep quiet about what you’ve seen today, and give Richard something he needs from you. Something only you can give."

"And what is that?"

"He’ll discuss that with you on Monday. ‘Til then, I think you should take some time to consider your choices, especially the consequences of those choices. But rest assured, if you don't cooperate, we'll destroy her."

Gray closed his eyes, and squeezed the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stave off the now imminent headache. When he opened them again, he looked directly at Anna. "Tell me one more thing."

"Okay."

"Does Shannon know about any of this?"

For the first time, Anna looked sad. "No, she doesn't. She has no idea she was ever taped. And I know you don't believe it, but she really does love you. No matter what she's done, she truly loves you. She just can't control her passions. A feeling I know only too well, I'm afraid."

Gray opened the door without saying another word and began walking down the hall towards the stairs. The worst part of it was that Anna was right. He loved Shannon more than anything. There was no way he would allow her to be exposed in this fashion. The humiliation alone would kill her.

As he re-entered the party, he looked around for Shannon but she was nowhere to be seen. He glanced at his watch, stunned by the speed in which his life had begun to unravel. How could his life change so disastrously in fifty-three minutes?

Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw her. His heart broke as he watched Shannon make her way past several of her friends, laughing easily as they exchanged greetings. Her tennis bracelet caught the light, flashing as her hand came up to brush a strand of hair from her eyes, reminding him instantly of the tape. But when her eyes found his across the room, he flinched as her smile suddenly faltered. And maybe it was his imagination, but he thought he saw the glimmer of a tear in one of her sparkling eyes, before she turned and walked away.

Gray stood still, too numb to move. Too numb to think. Too numb to even wipe the tears from his cheeks. Later, as he left the party, he didn’t notice the attractive couple next to the door, watching him leave. And thankfully, he didn’t hear the soft whispers of the new rumor. For little did he know that events were already spiraling out of control, as the casual slip of a friend’s tongue unwittingly signaled the beginning of . . .

THE END

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