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Subject: {ASSM} Space-Time Continuum (MF)
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Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2004 22:10:06 -0500
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Space-Time Continuum (MF)

by Leowulf

In which Eddie finds his sofa.  ;)

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Space-Time Continuum

"Hi Honey, I'm home!"  Eddie smiled good-naturedly as his dear wife, 
dressed in entirely too many clothes, came to the door, kissed him 
sweetly on the cheek, and didn't fuck him.  

"Hi dear," Trudy smiled.  "How was your day?"

"Well, hon," Eddie began.  "You'll want to sit down for this one."  He 
followed his wife into the living room, still finding her rear admirable, 
even under her skirt.  He sat next to Trudy on their sofa, resisting the 
urge to pull down his constricting pants and pull her onto his lap for a 
quickie.

"I know this is going to be difficult, but I must tell you; I'm not your 
husband."  Eddie felt silly; it _sounded_ silly.  "I came through a 
wormhole!"

"A what?"  

"You know, eddies in the space-time continuum."

"I see," Trudy smirked.  "And is this your sofa?" It was plain she didn't 
believe him, not that he could blame her.

"Look, I can prove it," Eddie continued.  "What did your husband do for a 
living?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.  "You work for a Bible company, right?"

"No.  _Your_ Eddie worked for a bible company.  I write porn."

"You write--?  Darling, what do you mean 'worked'?"  Trudy's face was 
drawn with concern.  "You _still_ work there, right?  Right?"

"Well, not really," Eddie admitted.  "It seems when the wormhole opened, 
_your_ Eddie was giving some bible presentation at the same time as I was 
pitching my latest erotic novel.  There was a power surge, and a 
blackout, for just a second.  I think that's when it happened, when the 
wormhole opened."

Eddie looked at his wife's face, gauging her reaction, and went on.  "I 
noticed the change, but a porn king is a professional.  I went on with my 
pitch about "Pussy Porking Ass Lickers," just as I had been doing.  It 
went over well - every middle aged white guy in the room was turning red, 
getting real hot and bothered.  Just before they threw my ass outta 
there."

"Oh my God."  Trudy was turning white.  "Whatever will we do?"

"Not to worry, my dear."  Eddie pulled out a wad of bills.  "It seems my 
agent in my world is an underground porn dealer in this one.  I spent all 
afternoon with him and he says that the industry is largely untapped.  
With my gift for porn, we'll have no worries about money!"

"Eddie, look at me."  Trudy took his hands in hers.  "You are not a porn 
dealer, you are a Bible salesman.  I don't know what's gotten in to you, 
but please snap out of it!"

"Ok, now look, Trudy."  Eddie smiled encouragingly.  "The Trudy on my 
world was reasonable, so I'm betting you are too.  Why not let me prove 
that I'm from another dimension.  If I convince you, then we'll get very 
rich together in the lucrative and - on my world - very respectable porn 
industry.  If not, I go back to the bible company, tell them some 
nonexistent devil made me wig out earlier, and I'll get my job back."

"You _promise_ that if I still say to, you'll get your job back?"  Her 
eyes searched his, looked for that familiar honesty.  Eddie didn't 
disappoint her.

"I promise!"

Trudy considered this for almost a minute.  Eddie sat patiently; even on 
his world, you didn't try to force women to make up their minds on 
anything.  She looked hard at him as she thought, examining him, as if 
she was looking for some physical difference between her Eddie and the 
one in front of her.

Finally his sort-of wife said, "OK, Eddie.  you've got a deal.  If I say 
to call them, the folks at the Bible Company will take you back, 
especially if you blame your earlier sinful episode on Satanic influence, 
and I've no reason to believe you can convince me that you're not my 
Eddie."

"And if I do?"

"Then I'll be the porn peddler's wife," she chuckled.

Eddie went to work.  He quickly stripped off his clothes, and slowly 
helped his wife (in any world) out of hers.  As was the case with his 
world's Trudy, the one on this earth was very submissive to his 
directions.  She moved like water under his hand, and very easily he had 
her kneeling on the sofa, her legs spread wide and her pussy open to his 
touch.  In this position, she was sure to be ready for his attentions on 
her sweet sex.

So he of course ignored her there.  Instead, he took his time, stroking 
her legs to her thighs, her torso to her lower abdomen, then fondling her 
pert breasts.  He stroked her lips with light brushes of his fingertips, 
then played a little more roughly with her breasts as he fingerfucked her 
mouth.

Then he took his fingers, wet with Trudy's saliva, and stroked her pussy 
lips, slipping into her now wet vagina.  He stood there kissing her 
shoulder, bending down to lick playfully at her nipples, while teasingly 
fingering her pussy.

"Please, Eddie," Trudy moaned.  "Fuck me!"

Eddie smiled, self-satisfied as he finally slipped his cock into her 
waiting pussy.  Language like that was probably unheard of in this world; 
he was getting through to her.  He pushed himself all the way in, and 
fucked her, slowly at first.  Then as she started pushing back against 
him, he started slamming into her forcefully, reaching forward and 
roughly pinching her nipples and biting her shoulder.  

Trudy started crying out and shuddering as she came, and her spams 
quickly made Eddie come too, filling his wife - on that world - with his 
semen.  "Wow!" the man exclaimed.  "The Trudy in my world brings me off 
when she comes too!"

"I'm not convinced."  The housewife looked back with a playful look.  
"We've done it that way before, dear.  Just never on the sofa."

"If doggie style doesn't convince you," Eddie was just as playful.  "What 
about standing up?"

He lifted his wife onto her feet and walked her back against the wall.  
Ignoring her surprised "brr" at the cold wall, he concentrated on making 
her hot.  He kissed her on the lips, on her bare neck.  He slid his hands 
down her body, fingered her dripping wet pussy, sucked at her nipples.  

When she started squirming under his touch, the experienced lover finally 
captured her mouth in a deep tongue kiss and thrust his still-hard cock 
into her.  She squealed delightedly and wrapped her arms around his 
shoulders, moving with him.

Eddie lifted one of his wife's slim legs and held her like that, fucking 
her slowly, comfortably.  He could feel their mingled juices running down 
his cock, down his leg and hers.  He sucked on her nipples and with his 
free hand gently brushed her clitoris as he easily slid in and out of 
her.

Finally Trudy orgasmed again, and as before that set Eddie off.  The 
dimension traveller gasped as he shot another load of come inside the 
beautiful woman that, in this world, was his wife.  They stood there 
together, smooching and catching their breath.

Later, after they took turns showering and dressed in bathrobes, Eddie 
let her read one of his works.  "This is good," Trudy said.  "But I still 
want you to get your job back."

"But you said it was good - I'm a talented porn writer," said the 
dejected Eddie.  "And what about that fuck in the living room?  That was 
artistry, right out of one of my novels!"

"Please, Eddie."  His wife actually got on her knees and begged him.  
"You promised you would if I still wanted you to.  Will you, Eddie?  For 
me?"

"Of course."  Eddie sighed.  "I could never turn you down, in this world 
any more than my own."

Eddie picked up the phone and spun a story - that _was_ his profession, 
after all.  He included devils with pitchforks and avenging angels, the 
whole nine yards.  And he only got his job back, but a slight raise so he 
could make bigger offerings to his church.

"Good job!"  Trudy exclaimed.  She had been listening on the other 
extension.  "Now you'll have a legitimate source of income to better hide 
the money from your true job."

"What?"  Eddie was confused.  "You mean you believe me?"

"Of course I do."  Trudy smiled.  "But you needed a respectable guise in 
this world, protective coloration, so to speak.  My old Eddie's job is 
perfect for that.  By day you're a Bible salesman, and by night a porn 
king.  It'll be our little secret."

"But what convinced you?"

"It's simple really."  Trudy stood on tiptoe and kissed him.  "My Eddie 
could never go twice!"

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