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Recession



   By Ed Rider



   Our reversal of fortune was devastating for me, but I never imagined the
strange ways it would affect our relationship.

   Lily and I had been married for six years when I was downsized.  I think
we were happy, and there wasn't anything unusual about our marriage.  I
worked as an accountant in the local office of a large national company,
and she worked part time as a secretary for a bank officer, although her
title was executive assistant.

   We had some savings and a mortgage.  Lily's salary would cover the
mortgage, but not much more.  Even if we cut expenses to the bone, we'd run
out of money in less than a year.

   For the first week, I spent every waking minute making phone calls and
sending out resumes, but after that, I had covered everything locally. 
Because of the recession, we knew that we couldn't expect money for
relocation, so I didn't pursue anything outside our area.

   Lily said she would ask for more hours and a raise, but she got neither.
She had been fairly passive when it came to work, and she was crestfallen
when she came home.  The next morning was the first time I saw a different
side of her.

   "If they won't give me more money, I'll find someone who will," she said
at breakfast and almost stormed out of the house.  Within a week, she had a
new full-time job that paid more than double what she had been making.  It
turned out she was well known to other local bank executives, and as soon
as a competing vice president heard she was looking for a job, he hired her
away.

   She told me he was divorced and had a checkered reputation, but the
interview was all business, so she accepted the job.  After a few days, she
said that her boss had dumped a huge amount of work on her almost right
away, and he was amazed at how adroitly she had handled it.  We were both
relieved that our financial situation seemed to be stable for now.

   I continued to check online and read the newspaper for any possible job
leads, and whenever I met someone new, whether in line at the grocery or at
a coffee house, my conversation was always directed to whether that person
might know someone who could use a hard-working, experienced CPA. 
Otherwise, I focused on our home in support of Lily.  When we were both
working, we shared the household chores, but Lily did the majority of the
domestic work.

   Now, I took over everything she had been doing.  I did all the shopping,
cooked the meals and cleaned.  It wasn't that hard.

   Lily came home exhausted every night and spent most of the weekend
resting up for the week ahead.  This affected our relationship more than
anything else.

   Neither of us had been highly active sexually before we were married,
and I guess the best word to describe us in bed would have been compatible.
Lily had a pretty face, but her best asset was her body.  She dressed in
standard business attire, few people noticed what I saw when we went to
bed.

   In bed, I was more enthusiastic, but she was always responsive.  Except
on rare occasions, we stuck to one position, with me on top.  I always
achieved satisfaction, and I think she usually did, too, although I could
never be sure.  I felt there were times that I didn't satisfy her, but she
didn't say anything.  She seemed content to give me my pleasure and never
complained.

   Now when I made advances, I saw she was so tired that she could barely
go through the motions, so I didn't approach her often.  After a few weeks
of frustration, I brought it up at dinner.

   "I know it's not your fault," I said, "but do you have any ideas?  I
don't think it's good for our marriage the way things are now."

   "I don't know," Lily replied.  "I think I'm so worn out that it just
seems like another job to satisfy you in bed.  I'm sorry.  I know it's my
duty as your wife."

   "Don't talk like that," I said.  "What about you?  Don't you miss your
own satisfaction?"

   "I enjoyed it when I had an orgasm," she said, "but it didn't always
happen.  Before I didn't mind it all that much, but now I think that I
would resent it if I put in all the effort and didn't get anything out of
it."

   "Isn't there anything we can do?" I asked.

   She paused for a moment as if deciding whether she should say what she
wanted to say.  "What about trying some new approaches?" she finally said
in a calm voice.  "I was thinking about this a while ago.  Maybe instead of
trying to finish together, we could work on one person at a time."

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   She got up from the table and began unbuttoning her blouse as she walked
to the bedroom.  "Follow me," she said, "and don't worry about the dishes.
You can do them tomorrow morning."

   She was naked before I was and lay down on the bed while I took my
clothes off.  I lay next to her and started stroking her breasts.  Usually
from there, I went to her thighs and then worked my way up to her thick
bush, getting deep into the thicket until my fingers touched her opening
and felt the moisture.  That's how I knew she was ready.

   She stopped my hands on her breasts and pushed me away.  She pushed my
shoulders back, and then she took my head gently in her hands and pulled it
down, at the same time shifting her legs so they were on either side of my
head.

   I looked up at her.  "Is that what you want?" I asked.  "I'm not very
good at this."

   "Just try," she said as she opened her legs and pulled my head forward
so my mouth was filled with her hair.  "Don't try to talk," she said. 
"Listen to me and do what I say."

   I began following her instructions about where to kiss, where to lick,
where to insert my tongue and how to move it.  Her talk was getting me
aroused, and I saw my tongue was getting her aroused.  I started to move up
for insertion.  "Wait," she said.  "Not yet."

   I continued working on her, and she began responding.  She was breathing
heavily, and her body was writhing against my tongue.  She began pushing
herself into my mouth, and then I felt her entire body shake as she made a
series of high little cries.  They lasted almost a minute.

   When they stopped, her body sank back.  I heard a long sigh and looked
up to see her drenched in sweat with a contented smile on her face.

   "That was great," she said.  "Give me a minute and then let me see what
I can do."

   When she had recovered, she said, "Turn over." I rolled onto my back,
and she got up on all fours and moved over me, facing my feet.  I looked up
and saw her mass of glistening hair at the same time I felt her mouth take
me in.  I was already at full mast, and she began working on me with her
mouth while her hands played with my testicles.

   After a while, she settled down on me, and while she was getting me more
worked up, her bush came down on my face.  She moved her body on me as she
stimulated me with her mouth.  Then she lifted her head.

   "Do you have any strength left in your tongue?" she asked, and then went
back to sucking, licking and touching.

   I took my hands and parted her damp hair until I saw the swollen lips
framing the red, slimy hole.  It wasn't inviting to me, but I stuck my
tongue into her anyway and began doing the same things she had told me to
do me earlier.

   This seemed to invigorate Lily's efforts and soon she had me on the
verge of release.  As she felt my body squirming beneath her, she speeded
up, and at the same time began moving faster on me, rubbing herself all
over my face as I worked on her.  As I spurted into her mouth, I felt her
shake again and heard those soft cries.

   She got up and went to the bathroom.  I lay on the bed exhausted but
satisfied.



   Lily and I continued to make love the way she wanted.  Each time, I
would begin with my mouth between her legs, bringing her to her an orgasm,
or several.  After that, she sometimes would get on top of me and use her
tongue on me while I did the same to her.  Other times, she would mount me
and move around on top of me in various ways, eventually slamming her body
hard against mine.  Each technique would bring us both satisfaction.  One
time, I attempted to move into the old position where I was on top, but she
stopped me and said, "We know a better way now." I didn't try to get on top
again.

   One night, she came home, and she almost fell into her easy chair.  At
dinner, it seemed like she could barely lift her fork.  Afterward, I said,
"Why don't you go to bed.  I'll clean up."

   "No," she said.  "Leave the dishes.  I really need you tonight."

   It seemed like only seconds after we entered the bedroom that she was
lying back on the pillows with her legs spread.  I went to work with my
mouth between her legs and brought her to satisfaction.  After I finished,
she lay there lifeless.  I waited.

   She looked up at me.  "Do you think we could just go to sleep tonight?"
she said.  "I don't have any energy." I didn't respond right away, probably
because I was aroused and frustrated.

   Then she quickly said, "Oh all right.  Lie down.  I'll be right back."
She sounded irritated.

   She got up and went into the bathroom and opened a drawer and then came
back and got on top of me with my face in her bush.  I could barely hear
her as she said, "I'm too tired to use my mouth, but I'll make sure you are
satisfied." Then I felt her start to stroke me with fast motions.  Her
hands were covered with some kind of oily stuff.  She worked urgently, and
soon I was spurting into her hands.  She got up quickly, went to the
bathroom and was soon in bed next to me sleeping soundly.  I lay awake a
long time.

   The next time we made love, she used her mouth again, but as time went
by, she did it less frequently, and finally she used her hands almost all
the time.  Sometimes she thanked me for being so understanding because she
was so tired.

   The first time she really shocked me was when she came home exhausted
one day and collapsed into her easy chair as she often did.  She lay there
for a few minutes as I looked at her sympathetically, and then a strange
look came over her face and she said, "I could really use some of your
magic right now."

   As she said this, she got up and pulled down her panties.  Then she
pulled up her dress, lay back in the large chair and spread her legs over
the sides.  I looked at her expression and was turned off.  She looked at
me until I got up and went to the kitchen to work on dinner.

   Dinner was silent, and so was the rest of the evening and the next
morning.  When she came home the next afternoon, I noticed she had the same
fierce look on her face as the day she went out to get a better job.

   "Sit down," she said.  "I need to talk to you."

   I sat down facing her.  "I know you are trying to find a job and you are
taking care of all the household chores," she said, "and I appreciate it.
But I'm working hard, and I come home exhausted.  I don't ask too much from
you.  If you resent my requests, maybe we need to think about separating.

   "You will get half of what we have, which isn't much, because we owe a
lot on the house and in this recession, we're not going to be able to sell
it for much.  I'm making enough to afford a decent apartment, but since all
you have is your unemployment, you're going to have to move into a tiny
hole in a bad part of town.  If that's what you want, tell me, and I'll see
a lawyer tomorrow."

   "Of course, I don't want that, Lily," I said.  "I want to be with you."

   She didn't reply, but she got up and pulled down her panties and lifted
her each leg until the panties were lying on the floor, all the time
looking at me.  Then she sat down in the easy chair, pulled up her dress
and spread her legs apart.  I kneeled in front of her on the carpet and
moved between her legs.  I pushed my mouth through the bush until I found
her lips.  I was surprised that they were open, and the sap was already
running from her.  Her humiliating speech to me had excited her so much
that she was halfway to an orgasm.

   Every work day from then on, I was expected to satisfy her with my mouth
as soon as she got home.  It did perk her up for dinner, but after dinner,
she watched TV for an hour and then went to bed and immediately fell
asleep.

   The only days that were different were the weekends, when we did the
other ritual, with me first satisfying her orally and then being pleasured
by her hands while I satisfied her a second time.  I wasn't happy, but I
didn't see how I could do anything about it.



   One day, Lily came home from the office highly agitated.  She looked
like she had been crying.  "I have to tell you something," she said and
then related how her boss finally showed his disgusting side and had come
on to her.  She resisted, but he threatened to let her go and warned her
that the recession had gotten worse since she was hired and she wouldn't
find it as easy to get job as she had before.  Then after he hit her with
the stick, he offered her the carrot.  He would give her a raise.

   "I gave in," she said, shaking.  "I need this job, because you still
have no prospects and we'd be out on the street without my income.  Do you
understand?"

   I didn't answer, but I understood.

   She got up and went to the bathroom, and I heard water running.  She
spent five minutes there, and when she came back, her skirt was up and
panties were off.  She lay back on the chair, and I moved my face to her
bush.  It was warm and wet and smelled of soap.  I went to work.

   Her boss was as demanding sexually as he was with her work.  Every day,
when she came home, she went right into the bathroom and washed herself out
before coming to me.  This went on for three weeks, but by the end of the
third week, I could see something was bothering her.  She didn't say
anything until she came home the next Monday.  "I'm so exhausted today,"
she said, after sitting down in the living room.  I just can't get up." She
stared at me as if she was waiting for me to do something.  I looked at her
and felt queasy.  I made an involuntary sound of disgust and walked out of
the room.

   Again, the dinner was silent and so was the evening and the next
morning.

   The next afternoon, as soon as she walked in, she said we had to talk.
It was the same talk as before.  I listened in silence, but didn't respond
to anything she said.  Instead, I asked her, "How can you ask me to do
something so disgusting?"

   "Disgusting?" she screamed.  "What do you think I do every day at the
office for you?  It's just a few minutes of helping me to unwind and get
some energy back.  You can't do that for me?  Is that what you're saying?
Are we finished?"

   "No, Lily," I said.  "We're not finished, but you certainly don't think
much of me to make me do that?"

   "I think you're a wonderful husband, for being so understanding," she
said, but she sounded like she was reciting a speech without emotion.  "I
know these are hard times, and we have to work together." She leaned back
in her chair and didn't say another word.

   After a minute of silence, I got up and went to her.  I lifted her legs
in the air and pulled off her panties.  She spread her legs onto the wide
arms of the chair.

   As I crawled between her legs, I almost threw up as I saw the traces of
thick white slime on her hair.  It smelled awful, and I tried to keep from
gagging as I moved to her lips and began working with my tongue.  As she
approached her orgasm, I almost lost it again.  She pushed against me and a
flood of foul-smelling white stuff came out.  I tried to keep it from going
into my mouth, but some of it went in anyway.  It tasted vile.  Worse, some
went up my nose and I couldn't get the smell out of there for the rest of
the night, even though I rushed to the bathroom as soon as she had her
orgasm and washed my mouth and face as much as I could.

   How could I do this every workday?  I thought.  It was going to drive me
insane.

   But I did do it, and when I came out of the bathroom sputtering each
day, after trying in vain to wash away all the traces of the awful
degradation, she gave me a smile.  I never got used to it, and each day was
an ordeal.  As the days went by, I could swear she was getting aroused by
my distaste.  What was happening to us?



   Lily and I had never talked much at home about our work, and she never
said a word about what went on in the office, until one day at dinner, when
she seemed to be particularly satisfied after I had serviced her.  "My boss
said he'd love to come over and watch you make me come," she said
nonchalantly.

   My food flew out of my mouth in shock.  "What did you say?" I finally
asked, shaking.

   Then she told me she had decided her boss wasn't all that bad, and their
relationship had changed.  At first, she had sex with him unwillingly, but
he had been complimenting her on her work and on her looks.  He caressed
her in ways he knew she liked when they made love.  He even allowed her to
be on top most of the time.  Although he wanted anal intercourse, he
accepted that she thought it was disgusting and backed off.  They had
become intimate in conversation, and he told her about sex with his wife.
Then she told him about us.  Lily related all this matter of factly without
a hint that she felt any of it was wrong.

   "How could you do that?" I said, angrily.  "How could you tell him about
what we do?  Don't you have any consideration for me at all anymore?"

   "It's no big deal," was her response.  "Don't get all worked up about
it."

   "Well, I'm not going to perform in front of your boss," I said firmly,
"and don't give me your lecture again, because I'm not going to change my
mind.  Before that happens, I'll live in cardboard box on Skid Row.  If
that's what you want, I'll move out tomorrow."

   "Calm down," she said and pretended that she was just making
conversation.  "I told him you would never agree to him watching." I looked
at her and couldn't tell whether she was telling the truth.

   She had changed a lot in the last few months.  She was now much more
interested in sex.  I noticed her sometimes standing naked in front of a
mirror and admiring her body.  She experimented with her facial expressions
while posing, and her face would go from pretty and innocent to seductive
to lascivious.  I had to admit, it turned me on even as it disconcerted me.

   Once on a Sunday, as she was manipulating me to orgasm, she caused my
body to jerk.  "What was that?" I heard her say.  Her voice was muffled
because my ears were party covered while my face was buried in her bush.

   I didn't tell her she had touched a sensitive area below my ball sack,
but she soon discovered it for herself.  She began stroking me there, at
first just to finish me faster.

   Then she got interested in experimenting on me.  She would find ways to
caress me that would quickly bring me to the edge, and then she would stop
and leave me frustrated.  She'd repeat the cycle a few times before finally
allowing me to get my satisfaction.  I had a feeling she was using me as a
laboratory to try out things to use on her boss, but I didn't say anything.

   One time, she felt further below my testicles with her finger and ended
up sliding the tip into my rear.  Even though she pulled it out quickly, my
strong reaction told her that she had found another sensitive spot.  I
figured she wouldn't do much with this knowledge, because anything anal had
always turned her off, and she had made it clear when we were married that
anal sex was out of the question.

   But the following weekend, I knew she really had changed.  "Are you
clean inside your rear?" she asked me as we undressed for our weekly
session.

   "Yes," I said, amazed at the question.

   "Well, why don't you go into the bathroom and wash it out a little
anyway," she said.

   "OK," I said, and as I was washing myself with warm water and soap, I
couldn't believe what I was doing.

   She seemed eager to get to her first orgasm on my tongue and then
immediately jumped on top of me and began using her assortment of caresses
and arousal techniques as I licked her from beneath.  After a while, I felt
a finger tentatively enter me and quickly withdraw.  Then it was back, and
it stayed inside as she stroked me.  After she satisfied me and we
separated, she said, "Boy, you really clutched my finger as you came." She
seemed to be excited by the discovery.

   Her exploration continued from there.  She began moving her finger in
and out as she stroked me.  Sometimes it was slow and gentle, sometimes
rough.  She added a second finger.  The fingering became part of her
cocktail of techniques that she would use to first frustrate me and then
bring me to earthshaking orgasms.  Again, I felt I was being used as a
laboratory.

   When she stuck a third finger in me, it was no longer pleasurable, and I
asked her not to do that again.  Her response was strange.  "You know, I
think I could eventually open you up enough to stick my whole hand inside,"
she said.  But after that, she mostly stuck to two fingers.  Every once in
a while, when things were heating up, she forgot and put in three.  I
wasn't happy, but it didn't stop me from having an orgasm.

   What bothered me more was that she began experimenting with her own
rear. At first I thought it was by accident when she was rubbing herself on
me and she sometimes moved so far forward that her anus was over my mouth.
When she did that, I noticed that it smelled of soap, unlike her vagina. 
She had washed it before we went to bed.

   Then one Sunday, when she had me on the brink of a climax, she leaned
forward so my head was out of her hair and said, "I want to try something
new." She got up and found a small pillow and placed it under my head. 
Then she was back on top of me, but this time she positioned herself so
that her anus was over my mouth instead of her bush.  I looked straight
into it.  There was a lot of hair around it, too, but not as thick.  It was
small and wrinkled and not exciting to me at all.  I was undecided what I
should do.

   Lily began working on me, and with two fingers going rhythmically in and
out of my anus and her other hand pumping my tool, she soon had me on the
brink again.  Then she stopped.  She didn't say anything and she didn't do
anything.  She was waiting.

   Finally, I stuck my tongue out and licked tentatively across her
puckered hole.  Her body jerked up.  She took a breath and then settled
down on me again.  She waited once more.  I began slowly licking her hole
as I felt her shift her weight around in response.  She went back to
working on me and her rhythm was the same as the rhythm of my tongue.  I
went faster and she went faster.  I exploded and stopped licking.

   As I came back to earth after my launch, I heard her say, "Keep going."
I hesitated.  She shifted around and I felt the hand that had held me so
tightly a minute ago squeeze down between her legs.  Her fingers began
moving and I could feel her knuckles occasionally rubbing my chin as they
worked in her vagina.  I was amazed.  I had never seen her touch herself
before, but she didn't seem tentative.  She knew what she was doing.

   "Keep going," she said again, but I was too caught up in thinking about
her fingers to respond.  She left off touching herself and put both hands
behind her.  She pulled her cheeks wide apart and then pushed back onto my
face with her anus pressed against my closed mouth.  I smelled the soap
smell, but then I couldn't breathe and began trying to move my head back.
But the pillow was pushing me up, and I couldn't get my mouth out of her
cheeks.  I began kicking my legs in desperation, and when I did, she lifted
off of me.

   "Keep going," she said again, and this time I responded.  Her hole was
now slightly open.  I began licking across it and around it.  I felt her
fingers go back between her legs, and as they touched her, she began
rocking.  Her anus would press against my tongue sometimes, and I couldn't
move it.  Then she would rock back and free my tongue to resume licking
again.

   Her anus was right in front of my eyes, and as the rocking and my tongue
and her fingers continued, I saw it start to open and shut.  The
contractions gradually got faster, and then she gave a loud groan.  Her
body shook for almost minute, and then she fell forward.  Her head landed
on the bed between my knees.

   She didn't say a word as she got up and went to the bathroom, but she
gave me a lascivious look that I had never seen before.  She looked
positively depraved, without a hint of shame.

   From then on, we followed a new pattern on the weekend.  First I would
lie between her legs and fulfill her with my mouth.  Then she would get on
top of me and I would eat out her vagina as she played with me until I had
an orgasm.  Finally, I would go to work on her rear hole while she used her
fingers to bring herself over the edge again.

   There were variations.  Once, she spread her legs wide apart and bent
down so her anus was slightly open.  Then she pushed out and told me to
stick my tongue inside as far as I could.  After I did that, she closed her
anus around my tongue.  I couldn't move my tongue, but as her fingers went
to work, I felt her spasming over and over while she came.  This became
another frequent variation.  After a while, she no longer washed herself
between her cheeks before we went to bed.  Often the smell made me feel
like heaving, but I didn't say anything.  I wondered if she was telling her
boss about everything we were doing.



   One day, Lily came home sobbing.  "What is it?" I asked, but she didn't
respond.  She just looked at me for a long time while she was crying, and
then she took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

   This time she didn't want me to put my head between her legs.  She got
on top of me in our usual 69 position, but she didn't move to touch me. 
Instead, she immediately positioned her anus over my mouth and brought her
fingers down to pleasure herself.  I was bewildered, but I began to lick.
Then I stopped.

   It was her boss's disgusting white mucous.  I felt it on my tongue.  But
it was coming out of her anus this time, and it was making my head swim.  I
couldn't go on.  Then Lily began sobbing again.

   "Please," she said between sobs and then kept repeating in a desperate
voice, "Please, please, please, please." She wasn't ordering me, she was
begging, and her voice sounded desperate.

   Finally, I gave in.  As I tongued her and her fingers played in her
vagina, the hole spasmed again and again, and her boss's horrible mess got
pushed out into my mouth and all over my face and hair.  I was wondering
how long I could keep from throwing up when her body shook and she gave a
short scream and collapsed.

   When she got up, she went to the bathroom and came back with a wet, warm
cloth.  She gently washed my face off, leaned over and kissed me lightly.
"Thank you," she said and her composure was back.  "You are never going to
have to do that again.  I'll quit before I let him put it into my ass
again. It was the most disgusting, degrading thing that's ever happened to
me.

   "I kept telling him that my fingering him and his licking me there were
just for stimulation.  But he kept trying and telling me I would learn to
enjoy it.  Today he was sneaky and found a way to get a little of himself
inside.  I couldn't scream because we were in his office, but I screamed in
a whisper for him to get out of there.  He didn't listen and kept on
pushing in, and then he went wild.  He actually raped me in my ass.

   "When it was over, I was almost hysterical from the pain and the
humiliation.  That's why I needed your help just now.  I wasn't sure I
could still orgasm with your tongue in my rear.  Now I know I can get over
this.  But I'm going to tell him if he ever tries it again, I'm going
straight to his wife to tell her everything.  I will never let anyone put
his penis in there again."

   Her boss evidently didn't try to get into her anus again, and we went
back to our regular pattern.  Each weekday she would come home full of the
boss's stuff, and I would force myself to eat her to a climax.  On
weekends, our sessions followed the same pattern, always ending with her
bringing herself off while I tongued her anus.

   She would sometimes do things that were uncomfortable for me, such as
pulling my penis and scrotum roughly while she worked on me, or sticking
three fingers into me, but that didn't happen often.  Sometimes, after we
made love and were lying in bed, she would talk about even kinkier things
we could do.  Putting her fist inside me particularly intrigued her. 
Sometimes she would talk about getting others involved.  Her imagination
seemed to be running wild.  One thing I noticed about every scene that she
imagined.  She was always in command, and I was always humiliated or
degraded.

   I never responded to these ravings.  None of her scenarios interested me
in the slightest.  But she didn't care.  She was talking to herself, and it
seemed to get her excited.  She never seriously suggested that we actually
do any of the things she talked about.

   Our arrangement seemed to be a happy one for her.  It wasn't happy for
me, but I managed to endure it.  Whenever and wherever I could, I networked
and tried everything I could get work, but the recession continued, and so
did the arrangement.

   One weekend, Lily surprised me when we had finished making love.  "I
know you like to be on top," she said, "and we haven't done that for a long
time.  But next Sunday, I'm going to let you be on top."

   "What do you mean?" I asked, but she looked away and wouldn't say
anything more.



   Lily didn't say anything about Sunday for the entire week.  I was
puzzled.  What could she mean about me being on top?  I knew she didn't
like the position, and it was now almost a year since I lost my job and my
right to make love on top of her seemed to go along with it.  What made her
change her mind?  Was she feeling sorry for me?

   Sunday morning around 10 a.m., the doorbell rang.  I opened the door in
my robe expecting to send away a salesman, but it was a beautiful woman
instead.  At least that was the first thing I thought of when I saw her.

   "Hi," she said, "I'm Audrey." She stuck out her right hand.  As I shook
it, I saw that she was carrying a case of some kind in her left hand.  I
figured she wanted to come in and show me what she was selling.  But she
didn't ask me anything.

   "Let me put this down and then I'll go and get the rest of the
equipment," she said.  "Is it all right if I park in your driveway."

   "Sure," said Lily.  She had come up behind me.  She seemed to know
Audrey.  I became uneasy.

   "What's going on?" I said as Audrey sashayed to the foot of the stairs,
deposited the case and went back out.  I watched her cute rear moving in an
enticing way as she went quickly back and forth with more equipment.  Lily
turned around and spoke with her back to me.

   "Audrey is a videographer," she said, "and one of her specialties is
making erotic home movies.  Couples hire her to shoot sexy videos of them
making love.  My boss used her, and he showed me the videos she made with
him and his wife, but don't tell her that's how I found out about her,
because the boss's wife doesn't know anyone else has seen her having sex.

   "She's really good.  She knows how to make the men and the women look
really hot, and she edits the movies so you almost have an orgasm just
watching them."

   "And then she sells them on the Internet," I said angrily.

   "No I don't," said Audrey who had just come up again.  "At least not
without permission.  Some of my customers are real exhibitionists, and they
ask me to post their videos so they can go online and see themselves as
stars.  They really get excited about that.  But most of my customers want
total discretion, and I never show their videos to anyone.  In fact, I give
them a copy of the final video and all the raw recordings and then I
destroy my copy." She smiled at me, and I melted.  I don't know why, but I
trusted her.  She seemed as sweet as she was beautiful.

   She started up the stairs with some of her equipment, and Lily grabbed
some and followed her.  "Don't come up the stairs yet," she told me, still
with her back to me.

   I heard them talking, but their voices were too low for me to hear what
they were saying.  They came back down the stairs a couple of times to get
more equipment, and I thought I heard Audrey ask Lily several times, "Are
you sure?"

   I was getting more and more nervous when Lily's voice at the top of the
stairs said, "OK, you can come up now."

   I barely recognized our bedroom.  There was lighting equipment all
around it and several cameras on tripods aimed at the bed from various
parts of the room, some high and some low.  I saw a rolling stand like
you'd find in a hospital room behind one of the lights and there was
something hanging from it, but I couldn't make it out.

   "Please lie down on the bed in your usual position," said Audrey, and
her face looked different than before.  It was no longer friendly and open.
She had a kind of quizzical, wondering expression, as if I were some kind
of strange animal that she was observing.

   I shifted nervously in my robe and didn't follow her instructions.  Her
friendly voice came back.  "Don't worry," she said.  "I've seen
everything." She didn't sound convincing.

   "What Lily and you like to do is none of my business," she said.  "I'm
just here to make you look good and create the most exciting film I can, so
you and she can enjoy it whenever you want.  Lily has told me about your
role-playing, and I know what you're doing today is your private fantasy.
It's not the real you.  People enjoy sex in many different ways.  That
doesn't mean they aren't wonderful people in everyday life."

   By the end of her speech, she sounded more like she meant it.  I started
to get on the bed.

   "Oh, please take off all your clothes first," Audrey said.  I took off
the robe and my underwear and lay down in the middle of the bed.

   I heard her moving around the room making adjustments.  I looked
straight at the ceiling.  I wasn't even slightly excited, and I almost felt
embarrassed that Audrey would see how soft I was.

   After about 10 minutes of moving and adjusting things, she said, "OK,
Lily, I'm ready." Lily was already naked when she came to the bed.  She
went right to her hands and knees on top of me, facing my feet.

   "Wait a minute?" I said, "I thought --"

   She interrupted me.  "You'll be on top today, but I want to start off by
showing a little of what else we do," she said.  "Audrey, I want you to
come behind me with your handheld camera to start with and get in close, so
you can see him going into my pubic hair and finding my lips and spreading
them apart as he pushes his tongue in and starts licking.  I'm really
excited about seeing him do this for the first time when we watch your
video.

   "Then I'm going to shift and spread my cheeks as wide as I can while his
tongue starts massaging inside my rear.  And then he's going to stick his
tongue deep inside my anus as I play with myself until I come.  I want to
see all of that in really sharp close-ups as well from a distance."

   Lily began playing with me, and I began eating her out.  I saw Audrey's
face come up next to mine and felt funny, but she was concentrating on
capturing the action.

   Everything proceeded as usual for a while as I ate Lily out to an orgasm
in front and then began working on her rear while her fingers fluttered in
her vagina.  She inserted a couple of greased-up fingers from her other
hand into my rear, moved them around a little and pulled them out.

   Then I heard the sound of wheels and something knocking against the bed.
She began to push something else inside me slowly.  It was thin and hard,
and it kept going deeper and deeper.  Finally, it stopped.  All this time,
her other hand was strumming away inside of her bush while my tongue was
working between her cheeks.

   Then I felt it.  Liquid was running into my bowels.  She had pushed some
kind of tube into me, and I felt like my entire intestinal tract was being
flooded.  My face was trapped inside her rear, while my rear was being
filled.  Now I understood what I had seen hanging from the hospital pole --
an enema bag.  Her fingers inside her bush never stopped, and she began
breathing heavily.  At last the liquid stopped flowing into me, and I felt
her carefully pulling the tubing and the nozzle out.

   Now with an effort, she rose off me and spoke between pants.  "I want
you to lick my rear hole as fast as you can," she said.  "And push your
tongue in and out of me fast, too.  The faster you get me off, the sooner
I'll let you up so you can go to the bathroom.  I'm sure Audrey doesn't
want to film an ugly accident all over our bed." I heard a gasp from
Audrey, but she didn't say a word and just kept aiming at my head and
tongue.

   Whether it was Lily's words or whatever she had put inside me, I started
feeling uncomfortable inside and, second by second, I felt a greater
urgency.  I wasn't going to be able to hold it in long, I thought, and my
tongue raced across and into and out of Lily's hole faster than I thought
possible.  Soon she was making sounds, but they weren't sounds of pleasure.
It sounded as if she was trying to hold herself back as hard as I was
trying to finish her off.

   Finally, with a cry, she let go, and this time her body lurched in
violent jerks.  I had never seen her move as wildly in having an orgasm. 
As she slowed down and I could pull my head out of her rear, I pushed her
off of me so I could jump out of bed and run to the bathroom.  I just made
it.

   I stayed there for almost 10 minutes, trying to decide whether I should
come out or not.  After a final inspection to make sure I was clean all
over, I opened the door.  Lily was glowing and smiling.  Audrey's face was
a mask that showed no expression.

   "That was fantastic," Lily said, and then she turned away from me again.
"Now it's time for you to get on top." She lay down in the middle of the
bed where I had been before.  Her chest and breast and face were still a
little rosy, she was drenched in sweat, and as she slowly spread her legs
wide, the inside of her that opened in the midst of the sweaty bush and the
puffy outer lips was bright red.  I looked at her and though my erection
had disappeared once the enema was running into me, I now became aroused
again.

   "Wait a second," said Audrey, and she moved slowly around Lily with the
camera, capturing every inch of her sweaty body and the rosy skin on her
chest and face.  Finally, she stepped back.

   I was at full mast by this time, and I moved forward on top of Lily. 
She pulled me down into her quickly, and I was quickly inside her up to the
hilt.  Then she put my head over her shoulder and held it there with one
hand, while she lifted her legs into the air and wrapped them around my
body.  She began pulling her legs tight against my back in time to my
thrusts, pushing me deeper inside her, then loosening her legs when I was
going up.  I heard some noises behind me.  One was the rolling noise of the
enema stand, and the other was someone moving around.  I thought it was
Audrey, but she had been in front of me a second before.  All I could see
was a pillow, because Lily's hands were holding my head down over her
shoulder, and her legs were pulling me in and releasing me.

   As I moved in time with her legs, she let go of my head with her hands
and moved them down my back to my butt.  With each hand, she grabbed one of
my cheeks and began pulling them apart and releasing them at the same pace
as my body and her legs were moving.  That felt good, too.  Then I felt one
hand leave my cheeks and reach out.  Then the nozzle was being pushed back
inside of me.

   "No," I said, but then her mouth covered mine, and she was giving me a
deep soul kiss while one hand came back around my head and pushed my face
into hers.  The other hand kept pushing the nozzle higher inside me.  Then
stuff started flowing into me again, but this time it felt thick and oily.
I felt slimy inside and even fuller than before when she slowly pulled the
nozzle out.  She was making no effort to speed up or finish me off, and her
legs were still pressing me tight as I moved against her.  I saw that it
would be hard to get free, and I wondered for a moment what the video would
look like when the grease began spurting out of my rear.  As if she read my
mind, she began pulling my cheeks apart again as I plunged in and out of
her.

   Then my blood ran cold.  I felt something touching my rear as she held
my cheeks open.  It began pushing, and it was huge.  Even though I was full
of oil, it was so thick, it had trouble entering me.  But it kept on
pushing, slowly and relentlessly, and as it did, my fright turned to
anguish as my anus felt like it was being ripped apart.  Finally, my hole
expanded enough for it to enter.  I felt a horrible stretching pain as the
thing pushed into my bowels and heard disgusting noises as the oil squirted
out around it and ran down between my cheeks onto the bed.

   Lily was sliding around on the oil that came out of me as she squirmed
beneath me.  She was trying to get me moving into her again, but I stayed
completely still and tried to hold my breath as the huge thing slowly
worked its way into me.  Finally, she stopped moving and spoke.  "Do you
like it," she said.  "When my two hands wouldn't go around it, I knew it
was perfect for you." She laughed, and it was an ugly laugh.

   The thing was not all the way in, but it had stopped.  By this time, I
realized there was a body connected to it.  He leaned forward and put his
long arms on both sides of me.  He began slowly lifting and lowering
himself, pushing his huge thing in and out of me.  It was so tight in me
that even with all the grease, it didn't move smoothly at first.  Instead,
it seemed to be lifting my entire body off Lily.  Then my weight pulled me
loose, and I dropped back onto her.  And then it pushed deeply inside
again. The pain was excruciating.

   When I fell on top of Lily and pushed her into the bedsprings, she tried
to bounce back hard at me.  Each time she slammed into me the huge monster
was shoved in further.  I was frantic.  I tried to get off her and away
from the punishing cylinder, but I couldn't get free.  I saw Audrey's face
as she moved her close-up camera from the front to behind me, and I felt
humiliated and disgusted as I was blowing air out fast to deal with the
pain.

   Finally, Lily stopped bumping me.  "It's no use," she said to the man,
or maybe it was Audrey.  "He's shriveled down to nothing." She slid around
on the greasy bed and extricated herself from me.  I lay flat on the grease
with the monster sticking out of me.  Now I could really feel the body of
the man on top of me.

   "He's supposed to be on top, I promised him," Audrey said.  She was now
sitting on a chair next to the bed, watching us.  When the man heard this,
he put his sweaty arms around me and rolled to the side and then onto his
back, pulling me with him.  He began sliding across the grease on the bed.
We were both on our backs, and I was on top of him with his tool deep
inside me.  Because of all the grease, we were sliding in every direction,
but he finally was able to move to the headboard, where there were some
pillows stacked up.  He lifted his body and me with it and got onto the
pillows and then leaned back until he was at a 45-degree angle.  He brought
his legs back, and then he pulled my legs up.

   Now we were both facing Audrey's camera, with me sitting on his lap,
impaled by his tool.  In all the maneuvering, the pole inside me never got
soft.  He began to rock me back and forth, pushing his pole in and out. 
The feeling was horrible.

   "Stop," said Lily.  "He still isn't on top.  He needs to be on top."

   The man made a sound of exasperation and stopped rocking me.  He now
reached forward and grasped me around the thighs, right behind my knees. 
He pulled back and my knees were lifted off the bed and my rear was in the
air.  Lily came over and adjusted the pillows until he was lower than a
45-degree angle, and I was definitely on top of him.  As he held my legs
open, he began to bounce his rear on the bed.  With each bounce, he went
deeper into me, squeezing out more grease and making that ugly sound.  He
began bouncing faster and faster, hitting the bed with his bottom and my
rear with his thighs.  I felt the huge pole being forced deep inside. 
Finally, I lost it and screamed in agony.

   What came next was even worse.  He stopped bouncing me, grabbed me
behind my knees and pulled hard.  As he pulled my body back, his long,
thick penis ripped out of me and made a noise like a loud pop.  I felt more
lubricating liquid run out of me.

   For a second, time seemed to stop, and then he lowered my body straight
back onto his pole.  He pushed quickly in and out of me a few times and
then pulled me back even more quickly.  This time the pop was louder, and I
felt as if my body was being pulled inside out.  As his tool was yanked
out, he moved his hands to my cheeks and pulled them wide apart.  It felt
like he had made my anus into a huge hole before he lowered me onto his
thick pole again.  Lily got up from her chair and moved onto the bed next
to me.

   I saw her head move close to where he was devastating my rear.  He
popped out loudly again and she bent down further as he pulled my cheeks
apart and held me open.  I saw only the top of her head as she shifted
position, sloshing the oil around the bed as she moved.

   Once again, he lowered me onto his pole, and this time, as he sped up,
he pushed it so deep inside that his testes bounced against my cheeks. 
Then he pulled out so fast that there was a hissing sound from the
lubricant squirting out before the loud pop.

   As he pulled my cheeks wide apart, I felt something entering me.  At
first I didn't understand, but as the thing pushed further into me, I
realized it was Lily's five fingers.  They were stopped as she pushed up to
the knuckles, but then she applied more pressure and with a quick stab of
pain, I felt her entire hand inside me.  She kept pushing and soon her
wrist was inside and then her forearm.  I felt like my guts were being
smashed into mush.  She didn't let up until I heard her loud exclamation,
"I can't believe it.  I got it all in." I looked down and saw had her arm
inside me up to her shoulder.  I felt sick to my stomach.

   She moved her arm slightly in and out for a few seconds, but my groans
were so loud, she quickly stopped and slowly pulled her arm out.  When her
hand got up to the opening again and she pulled it through, the pain was
doubly intense from when she inserted it.  When all of her was out of me,
the pain and the mortification of what she had just done was overwhelming,
and I began sobbing.

   The man lowered me onto his pole again and resumed his fast thrusting as
I writhed in pain.  Meanwhile Lily held her slimy arm in front of my face.
She had a triumphant look on her face, but she got no reaction from me
except grimaces that I couldn't control, and after a few minutes, she
yelled out, "Stop!" Her voice sounded strange and breathy, like it did when
she was on the verge of an orgasm.

   "Wait," she said to the man.  "He's not enjoying himself.  Let me work
on him while he's on top." At that moment, I hated her more for saying that
than for anything else she was doing to me.  The cruelty of her mocking
words burned into me.

   She came over and started to use her hands on me, but I remained limp
and unresponsive.  I thought to myself, how can she possibly arouse me when
I'm in such pain and discomfort?

   "Wait a minute," she said, and I saw her get up and wheel something up
to the side of the bed.  It wasn't the enema stand this time, but a
platform with a small device on it that was plugged in.

   She turned a switch, but I didn't hear a sound.  Then she brought what
looked like a little suction cup down to the tip of my shriveled tool.  As
she held it there, I thought she was making some kind of joke again,
because I couldn't feel a thing down there.

   In a minute, the joke was over.  The little thing was gently sucking me
in and then releasing me.  It was as if I was being sucked by a butterfly.
It almost tickled.  But as if I was watching a movie, I saw myself
responding and slowly growing.

   Gradually, I began to feel urgency in my loins, mixing with the
discomfort inside my rear.  Lily pulled the device away and nodded to the
man, who began assaulting my insides again as her hands went to the hard
pole now sticking straight out of me.  But the horrible feeling of his
invasion was too much, and soon I was drooping again.

   She lifted a hand and the man stopped while she brought the little pump
back into play.  This time she left it on longer until she felt my body
pushing to meet it and then she took it away again and resumed with a fist
around me going up and down while her other hand played with my testicles.
I couldn't control a cry as the man resumed his thrusts, but this time I
stayed hard and again felt the urgency building.

   Lily slowed down, as she knew how to do, and then brought me to the edge
and back a couple of times.  Finally, she said to the man, "Tell me when
you're ready." He seemed to be going in and out faster than a bullet now,
and I couldn't help blowing out and sobbing in time to his thrusts.  Lily
kept taking me to the edge and then pulling me back.

   Finally, I felt him start to move around behind me.  "I'm coming," he
shouted and as I felt him explode inside me, Lily brought me over the top,
and I erupted in huge streams that she directed high into the air.  She was
laughing and giggling as she watched them.

   I was not laughing or enjoying the release at all because I was hurting
inside so much.  Everything was still for a minute, and then I heard
Audrey's voice speaking quietly.  "Will that be all?" she said, and Lily
said, "Yes." As the man's mighty cylinder finally collapsed and fell out of
me, I saw her packing up her equipment.  She tried to keep her poker face,
but every once in a while, I saw her look at me sitting on the bed, and her
expression seemed a mixture of sadness and wonder.  For some reason, her
expression made me feel even more humiliated because I was sure she thought
I was the most disgusting pervert she had ever filmed.

   Lily walked out of the room and went down the stairs with the man.  As
soon as she left, Audrey came over to me and quickly whispered, "Did you
plan all this together?"

   "No," I said with a sob.  "I had no idea -

   "Shhh," she said.  "I thought so.  She lied to me.  I have to finish the
work that I contracted, but I promise you I would never have agreed to this
if I didn't think you both wanted it.  Here's my card.  If I can ever make
it up to you, please call me." She gave me a peck on the cheek and was back
to her packing when Lily returned.



   About a week after the worst day in my life, the sun came through the
clouds.  Out of the blue, I got a call from a nice woman I had met at
Denny's three months ago.  There was an opening in the finance division of
her company, and she asked me to send her my resume.  I emailed it within
the hour.

   Lily and I had returned to the same pattern as before that horrible
Sunday, but any kind of human feeling for her was now impossible for me. 
She didn't seem to care, and when a package arrived from Audrey, she was
beside herself with excitement.

   After dinner, she went to the DVD player and inserted the disk.  I went
upstairs to the bedroom and lay in the dark with the radio on so I couldn't
hear anything.  In an hour, she came up with her face beet red and wearing
a lascivious leer that made her look like a rabid animal in heat.  She
quickly ripped off her clothes, jumped into bed and tried to get me to
begin working on her.

   When I didn't respond, she took the initiative and began sucking on me
and manipulating me until she got me hard, and then she pushed me down and
inserted me into her wet vagina and began riding me hard.  I couldn't help
myself and was soon meeting her thrusts.  For some reason, we finished
together, both screaming and flailing.  Then we were both silent.  I felt
as degraded as I did on that horrible Sunday.  We went to sleep without
exchanging a word.

   The next day I was called for the job interview.  I didn't say anything
to Lily, even when she came home with a long face.  I was surprised when I
went to eat her out, because there was no deposit there.  At dinner she
morosely explained why.  "My boss is being transferred to Mobile," she
said. "He wants to take me with him, but there's no way I can go.  The
person replacing him already has an executive assistant, so I'm being let
go in two weeks.  What are we going to do?" She didn't say anything more,
but I understood that she had cut her boss off because sex with him
wouldn't help keep her job.  I didn't say anything.

   My interview took place the next day, and it was a breeze.  When it was
over, I was taken directly to HR and spent the afternoon taking a drug test
and filling out papers so I could start the next Monday.  I walked out of
the building calmly, in case anyone was watching me, but once I drove out
of the parking lot, I yelled at the top of my lungs.

   That night when Lily came home, I told her the good news.  She seemed
both happy and shocked.  She was leaning back in her chair expectantly, but
I didn't approach her.  After a while, she got up, and we ate dinner while
I told her more about my new job.

   She tried to entice me into making love when we went to bed, but I
didn't respond.  Finally, she got up and went downstairs.  I heard the
sound from the video Audrey had made, but this time it didn't bother me,
and I soon fell fast asleep.

   Through the weekend, I didn't touch her, even though she tried several
approaches, once even doing a little naked erotic dance before she got into
bed.  I was tempted because she still had that amazing body despite the
look of desperation on her face.  But I was proud of myself for not giving
in.

   Monday was the first day of my first week of work and the first day of
her last.  I came home just minutes before she did, and when she walked in,
I was sitting back in the easy chair where she usually sat, with my legs
spread wide apart.

   I didn't say anything, but I looked intently at her.  She looked me in
the eye and then looked at my sprawled-out body.  Then she silently went
into the kitchen.

   The same thing happened the next two days.  On Thursday, I again said
nothing as she walked by me into the kitchen, but at dinner, I said, "Lily,
I need to talk to you, but I don't want to do it tonight.  We'll do it
after work tomorrow." Not much was said after that, and she went to bed
silently.  During our usual hurried breakfast, she was deep in thought, and
I saw her gazing at me several times out of the corner of my eye.

   That evening, I was sprawled across the chair again when she came in the
door.  She looked down at me and for a moment she seemed to be shaking. 
But then a determined look came over her face.

   She put down her purse and without even taking off her shoes or her
jacket, she knelt between my legs and began unbuckling my belt and
unzipping me.  She slowly pulled my pants down, and then I lifted my rear
for her to pull off my underwear.

   After that she took me into her mouth while her fingers went to my
testicles.  She was enthusiastic and proficient, and within five minutes,
she had me moaning and pouring myself into her mouth.  She got up, looked
down at my pole waving in the air and then went upstairs.  In about 10
minutes, she came down in her robe and we had dinner.  The conversation was
pleasant, although she seemed a little on edge.

   This became our pattern every weekday.  She took over all the household
duties once her job ended, and she greeted me with an enthusiastic mouth
and hands when I came home.

   In bed, she sometimes initiated sex by going between my legs again, and
sometimes I did the same to her.  But after we were aroused, I quickly
moved on top of her and that's how we always finished.  I kept waiting for
her to complain or try to get me to do something else, but she never did.
She seemed satisfied, but I still had a lot of baggage to deal with from
the previous year.



   "Would you get that," I said to her when the doorbell rang on a Sunday
morning a couple of months after I had started my new job.  We were both in
our robes at the breakfast table with the newspaper.

   She got up and didn't see me follow her to the front door.  It was
Audrey.  "What are you doing here?" Lily said to her.

   "I hired her for today," I answered from behind Lily, startling her. 
"Let's sit down in the living room while she sets up and I'll explain."

   When we sat down, I looked at her.  Her face had a worried look as she
listened to me intently.  I was speaking in a low, calm voice, and she was
leaning forward so she wouldn't miss a single word.

   "I thought about the previous video shoot that you enjoy watching so
much," I said, "and I decided that I'd like one for myself.  This time you
can be on top.

   "I called up Audrey, and she told me she was so upset after our job that
she stopped doing any erotic assignments, but I talked her into this one
last job because she is so angry at what you made her do and feels so sorry
for me.

   "You deceived me, and you lied to Audrey when you told her that we had
planned everything together and that I enjoyed being humiliated.  But I'm
not going to do the same thing to you.  I'm going to tell you right now
what will happen upstairs, and unlike me, you'll have the choice of not
participating.

   "The first part will be similar to what you used to like.  You will lie
down under me and I will eat out your vagina.  Meanwhile, you will eat me
out like I used to do for you, licking me and pushing your tongue deep into
my anus and then making love to it.  Then you'll get an enema, and once you
are clean inside, I'll lie down, and you'll get to be on top and ride me
hard, like you enjoy doing.  Then I'm going to pull your cheeks wide apart
and stick the enema nozzle inside you again to fill you up with lube, just
like you did to me.

   "After you're full of lube, I'll grab your butt cheeks and pull them
apart again for someone to enter your anus.  I also selected him carefully,
just like you did, to make sure I couldn't close my hands around him.  Of
course, my hands are bigger than yours.

   "After he is all the way inside your ass, you'll experience your first
double penetration, as we both go in and out of you.  I'm not excited about
being in bed with another man, but I understand the feeling of making love
while someone is pressing the inside wall against you from the other hole
feels incredible and can result in a huge orgasm.  I'll try to hold out as
long as I can to let you enjoy the experience.

   "When I've finished, the man will keep on going in your rear.  He's a
professional and can control himself better than me.  Once I'm out of you,
he'll pull you back to the same position as I was in your video.  Then,
just like you did with me, I'll have him go faster and faster.

   "While he does that with your ass, I'm going to get my fingers into your
vagina and eventually my whole hand.  When I'm in as deep as I can get,
I'll work in rhythm with him for a while to give you a completely full
experience.

   "After I pull my hand out, I'll see if he can make you pop like a
champagne cork a few times, just like I did, and then he'll hold your ass
open so I can get my arm up your rear hole, too.  I doubt if my big arm can
go as high up as yours did, but I'll see how far I can go.

   "We'll finish with another sandwich.  While he's under you and reaming
your rear, I'm going to get on top of you and into your vagina.  This way
we'll both be on top.  You'll be on top of him, and I'll be on top of you.

   "When we both come inside you, Audrey will get some close-ups of our
white cream coming out of you, and that will end the video and today's
activities.  But there's more.

   "For the next two months - unless I decide to stop before that -- when I
come home from work, before you suck me off, you'll spread my butt cheeks
with your hands and eat out my rear.  We'll alternate with me lying on my
back while you face me and with me on my hands and knees while you put your
face in from behind.  That should get me hard enough that you'll be able to
get me to come in your mouth quickly.  You'll do the same thing when we
make love on the weekend.  After that, I will take you in the ass in
various positions.  I know that you hate anything being put into your anus,
but it's no more disgusting for you than eating another man's semen out of
you was for me, so I don't feel bad at all about demanding this.

   "But I'm not going to be selfish, like you were.  After that, it will be
your turn, and I'll be ready to do anything you want that excites you and
me both, which is the way it should have been from the beginning, and I
realize I'm partly to blame for that.

   "That's about it.  I'm thinking that in a couple of months, maybe
sooner, I can work out all the horrible thoughts about you that are in my
mind, and then we can begin building a life together based on love, without
any more shame.  That's because I still love you.

   "But I realize you may not feel the same way, so you can ask me to leave
the house right now, and I will.  You won't have to live in a slum when we
divorce.  With your share of the house and my alimony, you'll have enough
for a nice one-bedroom apartment in an older high-rise.  Someday the
recession will end and you'll probably get a job again and be able to
afford a better place.

   "Audrey and I have talked a lot on the phone the last few days.  She's a
wonderful girl, and if you decide we should split, I'm going to ask her
out. I tried to get her involved today, and she even considered my
suggestion for teaching me to film you eating out her pussy and her ass
because she despises you so much for what you made her do.  But lucky for
you, she's not the kind of person you are, and she couldn't live with
herself if she forced that on you.

   "Audrey should be ready upstairs soon, and I need a decision.  I'm going
to go up while you stay here and think about it.  When you come up in 15
minutes, you'll get into bed and lie there while Audrey adjusts all her
cameras and lights.  If you do anything else, I'll pay Audrey and send her
home.  While she's breaking down her equipment, I'll start packing, and the
next time I see you will be in court."

   While I was talking, I was looking at Lily, but my eyes were focused in
the distance because I was imagining the situations I was describing.  I
found that I had aroused myself.  I got up and started toward the stairs,
and then I heard a strange sound like someone was being strangled.  I
turned around.  Lily's body was shaking.  She was pale as a ghost, and she
was staring at me in horror.  

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