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   Destined To Be A Queen Part I Chapters 1-6

   Story codes: MF,inter,preg,beast,size,rom,mast,slow
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   Prologue

   Fearing for his life, the young man had a black hood over his head
plunging him in darkness, in a foreign country, standing between two tall,
African warriors on each side.  When the hood was snatched off, his eyes
tried to adjust.  There were naked Africans all around him as he stood
before a small platform.  His mouth was gagged so he could not yell nor
make an intelligible sound.

   A beautiful, white blond-haired woman approached him on the platform,
completely naked, with a huge, pregnant belly!  Her huge breasts were
swollen with milk and had large erect nipples, dripping with milk.  The
woman then stood before him and performed the vilest, disgusting, and most
unthinkable sex acts any human could make.  Within the space of several
minutes she had sex with teens, fucked big cocked Africans and performed
vulgar, lesbian performances, which gave her great delight.  She even
called her dog out to fuck her furiously, right in front of the speechless
man, and afterwards, the man had to lick the dog's cum out of her tender
pussy.  He was pissed upon, squirted with her breast milk, and made to lick
African cum from her cunt and ass.  How could she do all this?  This was
his prim and proper wife!

   Chapter 1

   Anna O'Brien walked into an immense office of the Deputy Ambassador of
Zamibia located at the U.N.  Administrative Building.  The visit was in
response to a referral from a local employment agency that had referred
her. The lovely young secretary who had showed her into the office went to
a small refrigerator and took a decanter out to pour up Anna a tall, wine
glass full of a drink she called mondia tea.  The mulatto secretary named
Marie, who closely resembled Halle Berry, handed the drink to the young
blond explaining it was a tea made from herbs of their native country. 
Since it was warm in the office, Agnetha, which was her proper given name,
gladly accepted the cool drink.

   When Marie returned to her office, the conservatively dressed blond
looked around the large room, seeing native African spears, ceremonial
masks, and other strange objects decorating the room.  But the objects that
shocked her the most were the huge black and white pictures, mounted in
modern, gold-plated frames, of large, black, African warriors, which were
all naked!  Each coal-black man was holding a spear with a threatening
scowl on his face.  However, the young woman's eyes were attracted to the
genitals of each male.  Each had a huge cock, at least 12 to 14 inches
long, standing up with a hard erection, and each had a massive ball sac
that hung underneath.  The sight not only stunned Anna but also started a
burning in her own genitals that seemed to grow as she surveyed one, then
another photograph.  She could not imagine what one of those long, thick
dicks would do to a white woman like herself.  If it did not kill her, it
would probably cripple her for life!

   The plum sized knob on the end of each man's phallus reminded Anna of
the time she spent a week with her school mate, Jenny Miller, on Jenny's
family's horse farm back in Minnesota.  The two girls were both 12 years
old and very mischievous.  One day, Jenny took Agnetha out to a horse
stable and found a certain stall that held a "stud" horse.  Jenny explained
that they mated the horse with the mares to make baby horses.  Jenny showed
Anna the huge cock underneath the horse's body and began to stroke it with
her small hands.  She dared Anna to do the same and when Anna did, Jenny
moved to the other side of the horse and also began stroking the
silky-smooth horse dick.  After about a minute, the horse exploded a
tremendous geyser of semen from the end of its breeding tool and the
creamy, white substance smashed onto the wall of the stall and some fell
into the hay on the floor.  The girls' both got semen on their fingers and
tasted it in their mouths.  Anna thought it was kind of salty but also
sour. The lascivious act made the girls laugh and giggle at the time, but
the memory of it always made Agnetha feel wicked and naughty.  In later
years, she knew what the description that a guy was "hung like a horse" was
all about!  The golden haired beauty continued to drink the tea from her
glass while carefully lusting after each photo, and feeling her thong
panties get soaking wet.  The beverage was cool and refreshing, translucent
with a yellowish-beige color.  It seemed to have a taste of nutmeg and was
so good, Anna emptied her glass in no time.

   A side door opened immediately opened and a huge, massive African male
came into the office and introduced himself as Deputy Ambassador Mubuntu.
His size was enormous beside Anna's petite five foot two inch frame, but
his large hand was gentle as he shook hers in greeting.  Mubuntu took off
his suit coat because of the warmth of the office and suggested the young
applicant might also be more comfortable if she removed her jacket from the
suit that she wore for her interview.  As the dark man watched the pretty,
young lady remove her jacket and lay it over the back of her chair in front
of his desk, he examined the curvaceous body, the large, curvy breasts that
filled out her white blouse, the rounded, tight ass, and the sleek legs of
the beautiful young woman..  This woman could be a professional model he
thought.  When she sat in the chair in front of the U.N.  official, she
crossed her legs, which gave him a better view of her hose covered legs. 
The skirt hem rode up to almost mid-thigh giving him a fair upskirt peek of
her delicious thighs.  Mubuntu immediately got a massive hard-on.

   As the African began to question her in perfect English, but with a bit
of an African accent, he looked over her application file.  Anna explained
that she was from Minnesota originally; a daughter of Swedish parents, the
Johnson's, and their parents had immigrated from Sweden.  Her legal name
was Agnetha, but was called Anna for short in school because it was easier
to pronounce.  She grew up in a small, rural town, but went to Northwestern
to college.  In her second year there, she met her sweetheart whom she
would marry right after graduation.  He was an Irish-Catholic from Chicago
named Michael O'Brien.  Mike had graduated with a degree in Economics and
Finance and landed a good job after graduation with Goldman-Sacs, so the
newlyweds moved to New York City when Anna was already pregnant with their
son, Patrick.  That was almost six years ago and the young couple bought a
modest home in suburban Queens, but only had one automobile, which they had
to borrow money to pay for it.

   When the market crashed in the recession and Goldman-Saks went under,
Mike was laid-off and soon all their savings were used up.  Because of the
financial crisis and so many other financial people out of work, it was
nearly impossible for Michael to find a decent job to support his young
family.  They were about to lose their home, car, and many appliances that
they bought.  They decided Anna would try to find employment and Michael
would stay home to be a "house dad" and help take care of young Patrick who
had already started kindergarten.

   The look of desperation was in the young woman's eyes that almost teared
up.  Her story and timid demeanor would tug at the heartstrings of the
gruffest of men.  But it was not the heartstrings of the large African that
tugged but the massive slab of man-meat that tugged in his pants as he
lusted for the golden-haired beauty with the "girl next door" looks.

   Mubuntu responded after a few moments, "The position we have here in
this office is for an administrative assistant.  Marie is my executive
assistant and you will work closely with her, but you are answerable only
to me.  We will need you to take care of clerical duties, schedules, word
processing and such other things that Marie really hasn't enough time for.
You will have your own office and have a full benefit package of medical,
dental, and retirement.  But you will be required to attend different
formal functions and there is international travel that is required for the
position in which you will be traveling overseas for differing amounts of
time.  Hopefully, your husband will understand your need to be away.  Is
this a position that you think you would be interested in, Mrs.  O'Brien,
or may I call you Anna?"

   The excited young Swede sat up straight in her chair and exclaimed,
"Yes, sir!  Definitely sir!" She thought that she would commit to anything
in order to obtain such a wonderful job!

   "Good!  Oh I see your glass is empty.  Please let me refill it for you!"
and the massive man retrieved the decanter from the small refrigerator and
poured Anna's glass full again.  As the dark man stood over her, his eyes
couldn't help but to gaze upon the cleavage that showed in her tight, white
blouse.  He fantasized of massaging those firm, female orbs in his hands
and making the nipples hard and erect.  He wondered in his mind if she was
normally this loose in displaying her charms or if she was just trying to
impress him today.  Either way, it was working!  His dick got even harder
in his pants but the young mother did not notice.

   When the giant Negro sat back down in his chair, he continued with his
remarks.  "Now as to compensation for your position, the country of Zamibia
has abundant wealth from mining, agriculture, and other enterprises that
are important in our country.  Therefore, the government insists in
compensating its officials well.  How would a salary of, say, one hundred
thousand dollars a month sound to you, Anna?"

   Agnetha sat stunned in her chair at what she heard.  "Sir, certainly you
meant $100,000 a year, right?" she inquired incredulously.

   "No, my dear, you heard me correctly, $100,000 a month, and you will be
provided with a car and driver from the office to transport you to and from
your home in Queens to the office.  We consider the extra effort of your
support at governmental functions and the international travel that is
required will sufficiently reward you for your duties.  Would that be
okay?" asked the giant man.

   The golden haired beauty could still not believe this wasn't a dream,
but loudly exclaimed, "Yes!  Oh, Yes!  Thank you sir!" The deputy
ambassador called Marie into the office with the necessary employment
papers for the young beauty to fill out and bring back.  He explained that
she must start immediately and he would like to meet her husband in his
office in the morning because it was important to get to know the families
of the staff.  When Anna explained that their son needed to be at his
kindergarten at 7:30 in the morning, Mubuntu explained that her driver
would pick the entire family up at 7 o'clock sharp in the morning, drop
their son off at school, and bring the young couple in to the office. 
Mubuntu then dialed a short extension number and asked someone to come into
his office.  When the gorgeous mulatto entered and handed the forms to her,
Marie noticed that Anna's glass was empty again, and immediately obtained
the glass decanter from the small cooler and refilled her glass to the top
without even asking if she wanted more.

   "Please take it with you to drink on your way home," ordered the
gorgeous black lady.  "What kind of drink is this, if you don't mind me
asking?" the young wife asked.  "Oh, certainly," the deputy ambassador
replied.  "It is actually a drink that I developed myself made from herbs
and plants from our area of Africa.  We call it "mondia" after one of the
main ingredients in it.  You see, I came to this country and studied at
Johns Hopkins University and received a degree in Chemical and Biomolecular
Engineering.  I took herbs from our native lands in Africa and developed
it. You did like it, didn't you?" Mubuntu asked, to which Anna answered,
"Yes, very much!  Thank you, and thank you, sir, for the job!  I will do my
best to make you proud of my work."

   "I'm sure you will, Agnetha, I'm sure you will," the huge Negro replied
as he continued to lust after the beauty, wondering how she will look with
no clothing covering that luscious body.  A tall, dark African entered the
office in a chauffeur's uniform and was introduced to Anna as "Charles" who
would be her driver.  After good-byes were said, Anna followed Charles out
the door she had entered through.  As she exited, the tender, young woman
saw another large photo on the back wall.  However, this was a color
photograph, at least 3 feet by 5 feet, of a beautiful Caucasian woman
completely nude.  She had a dreamy look on her face as she proudly stood
displaying her naked charms, with huge, engorged breasts that looked as if
they were full of milk, large dark areoles and nipples.  She had a slender
figure with golden blonde hair that came to her butt cheeks.  Finally, her
bald pussy was open and the pink tissue of her cunt was on display for all
to see.  The photo shocked Anna momentarily, but she continued following
her driver out of the office.

   When the office door was closed, and Marie stood by the deputy
ambassador, and both watching Anna's sexy ass, he spoke to the gorgeous
African beauty and said, "I think she will be a good choice, don't you?"
Marie looked up at the tall man and smiled, "I think she is just what we
were looking for," then she reached up, pulled his face down and kissed the
black man on the lips as he began to rub his hands all over her body.

   As the Swedish blonde rode in the back of the stretch, Lincoln limousine
across the bridge that crossed over to Queens, she watched the traffic go
by, and wondered how she could have landed such a wonderful job!  As she
continued to drink the mondia tea, she did not realize that her hand had
slipped up under her skirt and her fingers were rubbing and digging at the
soaked crotch of her thong panties.  She closed her eyes in bliss as she
almost made herself cum, unaware that a hidden camera was capturing every
move of the young woman's lewd, sexual display.  The video was displayed on
a small monitor mounted on Charles' dashboard.  An erection now tented the
trousers of the tall, black African.

   Chapter 2

   The limo stopped right in front of the O'Brien's modest home in the
quiet, Queens suburb, and Charles came quickly out of the driver's side and
around the vehicle to open the door for the impatiently waiting Anna
O'Brien.  As she began to run into the house, she remembered her manners
and turned to wave and say "Good bye!  See you in the morning at 7:00." to
the ebony man.  Anna turned to her front door and assaulted it.  The young,
excited woman ran in screaming "Mike!  Mike!" and "Pat!  Mike!" at the top
of her lungs.  One might have thought that she had just witnessed a fatal
car wreck outside in which bodies were lying in their own blood on the
roadway.

   Finally, Michael came to the front of the house, with a dishtowel in his
hand where he had used in preparing dinner, to investigate the sound of the
commotion.  Anna spotted her husband walking down the hallway and the
petite wife made a mad dash to ultimately jump and land in the arms of her
dearly beloved husband.  Her nearly naked legs surrounded his waist!  She
deeply kissed Mike's mouth and began to shower kisses over all his face and
neck.  Anna's arms had a death hold around her husband's neck with her
ankles locking behind his back.  "It sounds like you might have gotten the
job!" Mike finally was able to get out with a joyous sound in his voice.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" Anna shouted.  "I got not just a job but a position
with the United Nation's office representing the country of Zamibia!"

   Mike was just closing the door and saw the dark limousine pull away and
he asked incredulously, "Did they bring you home in that car?"

   "Yes!  Yes they did and it will drive me back and forth to Manhattan!"
she excitedly replied.

   Mike finally got Anna calmed down enough to make her go change from her
interview outfit and change into the t-shirt and shorts she normally wore
around the house in summer.  The young mother first stopped to play with
Pat a few minutes before proceeding to their bedroom and undressing
completely nude.  The shapely, young wife and mother stepped into the
shower and began to lather up every shapely curve and sexy crevice on her
body.  Anna had a ritual about cleansing her body and she was diligent to
stick to it.  But today, for some reason, she spent extra time on her
breasts and on her crotch area.

   Unwittingly, she began to lather with the shower sponge and scrub her
pussy where grew a small a patch of pure, golden hair.  Before she knew it,
Anna was completely grinding her clit while simultaneously stabbing her
hole with at least three fingers.  She curved her digits around and found
her G-spot as her other hand mauled her own breasts.  It didn't take long
before Anna was moaning in orgasmic bliss as she leaned on the shower stall
wall.

   "Oh, gawd!" Oh, gawd" "I want that big, huge cock..." whispered the
young wife rather loudly.  The images of those African warriors kept
appearing in her consciousness.  The sexual fireworks blinded her as they
exploded in her head, her body trembling violently.  When her mind cleared
somewhat, with her body weak from the force of her cum, she realized what
she had done.  "I hardly ever masturbate," she thought as the warm soothing
shower water enveloped her almost perfect body.  She didn't masturbate
because she was brought up in her strict, Midwestern culture that "good
girls" didn't do that sort of thing!  So very few times had she actually
brought herself to orgasm with her hidden dildo, but this time, it was mind
blowing!  Anna stood pensively in the shower, gently rubbing her pubic
mound, when she heard Mike call out.

   "Honey!  Anna!  Are you about through with your shower?  I have the food
on the table for dinner, and you need to come before your food gets cold!"
Mike exclaimed through the bathroom door.  He heard the powerful shower
jets and knew that his lovely wife was still bathing.

   The call shocked Anna out of her dream-like state and shouted her reply,
"I'll be there in a minute, sweetheart!" As she quickly turned the water
off, not knowing how much time had elapsed since entering the shower, Anna
yearned to stay in the shower and make herself cum again and again!  The
housewife dried her sexy body quickly, but instead of her shorts, she
slipped on just a silky robe from her closet to cover her nudity from her
family.  Yet, her nipples poked through the thin silk as she tightly tied
the sash around her slender waist.

   During the evening meal, Anna went on and on about the place she would
be working, the office, about her co-worker Marie, and her new boss, Deputy
Ambassador Mubuntu.  But the excited beauty had forgotten to tell Mike when
she came in about her salary because she was so caught up describing the
black limousine.

   "Oh, Mike, guess what my starting salary would be?" she excitedly
exclaimed like a giddy schoolgirl.  "Oh, I don't know.  Sixty thousand a
year, I hope," Mike expressed, thinking that that amount would start to get
them out of the depressing debt they were in.

   "No, higher Mike!" Anna grinned.

   "Seventy thousand, maybe?" Mike expressed, secretly hoping.

   "No, much higher Mike!" Anna spoke almost jumping on her kitchen chair
with her shapely bottom; her titties flopping under the silky robe.

   Mike was somewhat dumbfounded at how high this guessing game was going.
"Okay, I don't know, Anna, how much?" he questioned.

   "A hundred thousand!  Mike!  A hundred thousand!" Anna gleefully
exclaimed.  "That's great, darling" Mike exclaimed but silently wondered
how she could start out at such a huge amount.  "That's wonderful, honey!"
Mike said, as he took another fork full of peas from his plate.

   "Honey, that's a hundred thousand a month!" Anna almost shouted.  Mike
choked on the peas that he had just begun to swallow and coughed, then
quickly drank a sip of water you clear his throat.  "What did you say?"
Mike interrogated with a bewildered look on his face.

   "You heard me!  A hundred thousand a month!  The ambassador explained to
me that his country was rich in oil, mining, farming, and many other
businesses.  So the government can pay their employees well, especially
their representatives of state." Anna continued to jabber excitedly, about
what she had seen and learned.  But when she thought about the vulgar
pictures of the warriors in Mubuntu's office, and especially the one of the
beautiful, white, naked woman, she conveniently left that detail out.  She
reasoned in her mind that he would see them tomorrow.

   "He wants to meet you and Pat, but I told him that Pat would be in
kindergarten tomorrow, so he wants to meet you in his office in the
morning, Mike." Anna announced.  Mike was confused but still appreciative
that her new employer would take such an interest in his new administrative
assistant's family.  "You, will go, won't you, Mike?" the gorgeous, blond
wife almost pleaded.

   After a moment of thought, Mike answered, "Uh, sure.  I'll go to meet
him, but we will have to be sure we have plenty of gas in the car to get
into Manhattan, and..."

   Anna abruptly cut him off, "There is no need, Michael." Anna announced,
sitting straight up, with a pretended air of haughtiness.  "We will have
Charles come to pick us up, drop Pat at school, and you and I will be
driven into town," Anna announced with a mocking grin on her face, as if
she were some dignitary!

   The whole dinner conversation seemed unreal to Michael, but why would he
doubt anything that his beautiful and loving wife had just explained to
him? She had been nothing but truthful in all their years of courtship and
marriage.

   "Mike, there is one condition to the position that I had to agree to and
I need to tell you about.  I will be required to attend formal functions
and there will be some overseas travel that is required for the job as
well, that I must go on.  I told them I would agree to it, because that is
a requirement for the position," Agnetha explained.

   The entire concept of the position, the salary, the driver, as well as
the travel seemed a bit suspicious to him.  But her husband ultimately said
that it would be agreeable to him, if she had to go.

   * * * By this time, their young son was finished with his meal and
wanted to go play.  Mike and Anna let the youngster go on his way and then
cleaned up the dishes from the kitchen table.  The couple didn't speak much
more about her new job, but about other things, mainly how they could now
afford their mortgage, car payments, new school clothes for Patrick, and so
forth.

   After the dishes were rinsed off and put in the dishwasher, Mike told
Anna that it was 7 o'clock and about time to get Pat bathed and ready for
bed.  Usually, Anna did the motherly bedtime duties with her son, but she
hugged her husband to her sexy body and asked Mike with big puppy dog eyes,
"Honey, I have these forms to fill out and take back in tomorrow.  Can you
bathe Patrick and put him to bed?" she asked with a tiny, little girl grin
on her face.

   "Sure, baby.  Go ahead.  I'll take care of things," Mike replied.  How
could he refuse his alluring wife, as she sensuously rubbed the soft mounds
of her tits against her spouse?  Besides, the hard nipples poking through
her silk robe had not been unnoticed by Mike, giving him a semi-hard cock
all throughout dinner.  As the young, Swedish wife kissed him on the cheek,
she turned and looking back over her shoulder spoke to Mike in the voice of
a temptress, "And we have some celebrating to do later!" she teased as she
smiled and winked at her husband.  Now, Mike's cock made a definite jump to
complete hardness in his pants as he watched the sensuous ass of his young
wife sway out of the kitchen.

   When Pat was put to bed and all the nighttime duties were finished, Mike
went to take his shower.  As he stood and pondered how his wife was acting
at dinner, and how her sexy tits were swaying under the silk covering, he
absent-mindedly soaped his penis more than usual.  When Mike then realized
what he was doing, several minutes had passed and his cock was hard as a
steel pipe.  Mike proceeded to rinse, dry off, and shave.

   Michael finished, put his towel around his waist, and stepped into the
bedroom, which he noticed had a soft glow permeating the room. 
Immediately, he noticed the several candles lit and then he saw her!  On
their marital bed, stretched out with nothing on but a flimsy, see through
baby doll pajama top and matching thong panties was his stunning wife in
all her sensuous glory!  He didn't remember her wearing that thing since
two anniversaries ago.  Usually they just stripped, did their individual
parts; she made him come, he fucked Anna and made her cum, then both rolled
over and went to sleep.  But he realized that this night would be
different. However, this night would be different because of the mondia,
yohimbe, and horny goat weed extract that Anna unknowingly had coursing
through her veins.

   Michael crawled onto the bed with lust in his eyes, let the towel he had
tied around his waist fall to the floor, and his cock bobbed up and down in
front of him.  His stunning mate, who had been splayed out on the covers,
with her arms stretched over the pillows, suddenly attacked as a jungle cat
on her prey!  Her arms were around his neck then flipped Mike onto his
back. The sensuous blond gave him a deep-mouth French kiss, the likes that
Mike had never known her giving before.  The ravishing wife was now
ravaging her husband!  They kissed as if they were long lost lovers who
hadn't seen each other for a year, not a half an hour.

   Anna grabbed her flimsy thong and pulled it off and tossed it on the
floor, and shrieked, "Eat me!  Eat my pussy good!  Eat me out you mother
fucker!" She grabbed the back of Michael's head and shoved his face into
the wetness of her pussy and held on as he began to eat out her cunt and
suck on her clit.  Anna forcibly held his face and rolled it around her
crotch, making sure his mouth and tongue licked all her erogenous zones. 
Michael had to pull back occasionally to get a breath of air, but almost
instantly, Anna would force his face back into her wetness and scream, "I
didn't say you could stop, you son of a bitch!  Eat me!  I said eat my
nasty cunt out good, you bastard!" The voluptuous wife was like something
possessed by demons.  This was not the sweet and mild Agnetha that Michael
married almost seven years ago!  This was someone else entirely that must
have taken over her body!

   After this went on for another fifteen minutes, with the devil woman
coming several times, Anna screamed, "stay there on your damn back,
Michael! Don't you move, you prick!" Fearing to disobey, Mike stretched
further out on their bed, staring up into his wife's glassy, blue eyes.  At
least she looked like his wife!  She grabbed his cock and began to pump it
for all she was worth, trying to get it stiffer than it already was.  But
Mike knew it was as hard as it ever was, or ever would be.  Then the wild
woman crouched over the penile shaft, and dropped down on top of the poor
man's genitals.  Mike let forth a sudden "ugh!" as the weight of his young
wife hit him.  The wetness of her sloppy cunt made it easy to enter her to
the depth as far as it would go, maybe five inches.

   Subconsciously, Anna thought that this would have to do, for now!  But
she could not help but fantasize about the gigantic, breeding dicks on
those African warriors, and how they would tear up her tiny pussy!  The
crazed wife began using Mike's cock to fuck herself with and pounding her
butt on his crotch.  She pulled the thin, lacey top off over her head and
slung it to the other side of the room from where the panties had landed.

   "Fuck me, damn you, Mike!  Fuck me hard!" Now she was completely nude,
her jugs flopping up and down and around, as she was practically bouncing
on her husband's genitals.  Her areoles were the size of old silver dollars
and rich brown in color.  Her nipples were hard and protruding in stiff
round shafts.

   "Fuck me, you bastard!  Fuck me hard!  Get that prick up in me,
mother-fucker!  I want to feel it in my belly!  Damn you!  I said fuck me!"
she screamed.  All of a sudden, a tremendous orgasm hit the beautiful
Swedish wife and she froze, jerked, and spasmed as if she were experiencing
a seizure of some kind while she was straddled her husband.  At first she
was silent, only mouthing words, as if her voice box had been ripped out.

   But within moments, her voice came back with a vengeance, "Oh, gawd! 
Oh, gawd!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Shit!" came the cry of the beast.  After
the wave of rapture had subsided somewhat, she started again.  "Fuck me,
you mother fucker!  I'm the mother of your child and you are going to fuck
me!" Anna yelled at the top of her lungs.  The gushing of her cunt juice
freely flowed down Michael's cock and completely soaked his pubic hair and
the sheet underneath him.  On and on she continued to pump up and down on
Mike's dick as if their bodies were a rapidly running sewing machine.  On
and on she continued, spouting vulgar obscenities that her husband had
never heard her use before as long as he had known her.  Even her
church-going parents never talked like that!  Anna herself did not
understand where this profanity was coming from unless it was from the very
bowels of hell!  The pictures of the black warriors with big, horse dicks
flashed in her mind.  She was certain they would take her and viciously
rape her, as savages have been known to do to helpless, white women and
would pierce her tender womb.  They would ram their meat poles up into her
throat and come out her mouth!  The rape fantasies went on and on in her
mind.

   After a few more minutes of this abuse of Mike's shaft, his wife once
again froze, mouthed unheard words, spasmed and shuddered as she did
before, shaking from the very core of her tender body.  Not able to hold
back any longer, Michael shot his own load into her depths as far as his
small prick could shoot, and her tight pussy muscles milked his dick for
all it was worth.  Anna screamed "Aauuuuugghhhhhh!  Aauuuuugghhhhhh! 
Aauuuuugghhhhhh!  Aw, shit!  Shit!  Aw, fuck!  Give it to me in my nasty
baby hole, you bastard!  Oh, fuuuuuck!" Mike's orgasm came and went with
this one spurt, but this savage creature continued on with her copulating
and bouncing on her poor spouse's genitalia.

   When Michael's dick finally went limp underneath her, Anna screamed into
his face, "Is that all you got, you god-damn mother fucker?  No!  I need
more cock!  I need a big, hard dick, you son of a bitch!" She reached over
quickly to her nightstand and pulled out her flesh-like dildo and
immediately started ramming, pumping, jabbing it in and out of her baby
hole.  Michael knew about the fake phallus in the drawer, but she was
always too shy to use it in front of him, but it was now on full display,
taking up the slack that his limp dick now failed her with.  This cycle
went on for almost another half an hour, and Michael was afraid her screams
would wake up Patrick in his bedroom down the hall.

   Finally, the mad woman finally collapsed on top of her husband's chest
with a final wail, as an engine that gave out of gas.  She was exhausted,
gasping and breathing hard, as if she had come up from being held down
underwater.  Her body was dripping with sweat; her blond locks on her head
looked as if she had just come out of the shower.  Slowly, her breathing
returned to normal as she rested on her man's chest; her dainty body would
occasionally give a tiny, involuntary jerk.

   Never had his beautiful, young spouse responded to sex in this filthy
and indecent manner, much less use the vulgarity that spewed out of the
tender mouth that he had been kissing all these years.  Anna finally rose
up and lovingly smiled down at her spouse.  Mike quizzed her, "Where in the
world did that come from?  Who are you and what have you done with my
sweet, little wife?" But his grin showed that he was joking but well
satisfied.

   "I guess I got kind of carried away, huh?" Anna asked with a sheepish
look on her glowing face.

   "You weren't just carried away, baby, you were shot into space!" Mike
quipped.  They both laughed and then held each other in their arms for
several more minutes, with the blond goddess still lying on top of her
husband relishing the naked contact of their skin.  Her husband's small
penis had long since shriveled up and fell out of her vagina.  Finally,
they stirred and when they took inventory, they found her dainty negligee
torn and tossed around the room, and Michael's towel lying on the floor. 
As they got up out of bed, the couple found that the bed sheets were
soaked, from not only sweat, but also from the generous cum juices that
puddled where the couple's genitals had been.

   Mike volunteered, "I'll put fresh sheets on the bed for tonight, and
I'll wash these tomorrow.  You go and take another shower so we can get
some sleep.  You have a big day tomorrow remember!" Anna wrapped her arms
around the love of her life's neck and said "Okay, honey!  I love you so
much!" She gave him another kiss with plenty of tongue, and turned to head
for the shower.  Mike gave her a playful slap on her bare butt and she
squealed and giggled as she trotted off to the bathroom to once again wash
off.

   Finally, everything seemed back to normal, at least as normal as almost
seven years of marriage had been.  The loving couple hugged and kissed for
another minute or so with "I love you's" being shared back and forth. 
Finally, Mike blew out the candles that were scattered around the bedroom.
He climbed into bed pulled the sheet up over his nude body, and gave his
precious wife another kiss as she turned over with her bare back to him. 
They were both exhausted after completing the raunchy marathon of sex that
evening.  Both husband and wife quickly drifted off to sleep.

   About an hour or so later, Mike was aroused by what seemed like some
kind of movement in the bed.  He sleepily and slowly looked around at
Agnetha.  There, on the other side of the bed, was Anna lying on her side
with her back toward him.  But he could tell from the ambient light in the
room that she was indeed slowly moving rhythmically.  Her hand was between
her legs as she slowly rubbed her crotch area but trying not to awaken her
husband.

   Michael incredulously wondered, "Is she masturbating herself, after all
the sex she experienced tonight?" He said nothing to his wife but shook his
head and laid his head back on his pillow.  He did not realize the itch
that had been lit and enflamed his wife's body.  In a few minutes, he
drifted back to sleep as the gentle rocking of the bed helped him to doze
off.

   Chapter 3

   "Mike!  Mike!  Wake up!  Mike!  We've overslept!  Hurry!  Our car will
be here in a little over an hour!  Mike, do you hear me!  Get up!" Anna was
yelling and shaking Michael to get him out of his deep sleep.  Apparently,
they had forgotten to set their alarm clock and the exhausting sex they had
the night before had them both completely wiped out!  When reality flashed
into Mike's head, he jumped up, as Anna's naked body was already running to
Pat's room to see if he had awakened.  She did not think nor even care to
cover up her nudity.  The only thing on her mind was getting Pat up, fed,
and dressed for his school day.  She burst in Patrick's bedroom and pulled
the covers off the sleeping boy, and the still half-asleep boy sat on the
side of his bed.  He saw his mother's naked tits and butt bounce while she
got his clothes together for dressing him.

   "Mommy," the lad spoke in a sleepy voice, "I think I had a bad dream
last night.  I dreamed that I heard you screaming and Daddy yelling in your
bedroom!  I thought there might be some bad people after you!  Was there,
Mommy?"

   The beautiful, frazzled-hair mother tried to quickly compose an answer
for her young son as she knelt before him with her healthy boobs swinging,
putting on his school clothes.  After Pat was two years old, Anna had been
careful not to expose her body to her son and to cover herself up.  Now,
with her mondia-crazed mind, Agnetha didn't give a fuck!

   "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie.  Mommy and daddy watched a scary movie on the
television and we must have had the sound up to loud," lying with a guilty
conscious for making up a story instead of admitting to her young child
that his parents were having raw, animalistic sex down the hallway.  It was
not making love.  It was pure, passionate, sadistic fucking; the only
description she could think to call it, but not to her son.

   Anna scurried Pat to the bathroom and quickly wiped his still sleepy
face with a wet face rag.  "Mommy and daddy will be more careful next
time," Anna apologized, making a mental note for next time they were so
passionate in bed.  Mike was finally up and dressing in dress pants and a
dress shirt, as his bare-assed and exposed wife dragged Pat behind her into
their bedroom.

   "Mike, please take Pat to the kitchen and feed him some cereal and juice
or something while I get dressed!" As Mike looked up at his beautiful wife
in all of her natural nude glory, his dick started growing back to the
state of his morning "woody" that he experienced when he was so quickly
awaken by his desperate spouse.

   When Mike had taken their son to the kitchen for his breakfast, Agnetha
rushed back into the bathroom and stared at her physical condition in the
mirror.  "Damn!  I look like hell this morning," she exasperatingly
murmured as she saw her reflection.  She glanced at the clock she had
placed over the towel rack, which showed five minutes until seven o'clock.
"Fuck!  Fuck!" she cursed loudly as she quickly washed her own face, then
started putting foundation and make-up on.  The thought raced through her
mind, "Damn, it would look just great if I were late my first day on the
job!"

   She quickly brushed and sprayed her hair, applied black mascara,
eyeliner, and eye shadow.  She finished off with her favorite color of
lip-gloss.  Her eyes quickly darted up again to the clock on the wall. 
7:10 a.m.  "Shit!" she again cursed.  The thought ran through her mind
briefly that she had never used so much profanity as she had in the last
ten hours, not knowing that it was a side effect of the mondia tea.  But
the former, golden-haired housewife, now career woman, couldn't worry about
that.  She was still standing before the mirror, her face halfway decent,
but she was still naked as the day she was born!  Anna ran back into the
bedroom and madly looked through the small closet that contained the few
dressy outfits she had.  Quickly pulling each hanger to the side, she
spouted "no, not that one, no, not that one.  No!  AAAhh!  Shit!", yelling
in a hateful voice!  Nothing she had was appropriate and professional for
her first day at such an important office.

   As the seconds rapidly ticked by, Anna saw the black pantsuit that she
had bought a year earlier to wear to the funeral of a friend's mother.  She
madly grabbed the hanger and ran out into the bedroom, praying with lips
that had just so recently been cursing, that it would still fit and she
could get her butt in the pants.  Off of the floor, she grabbed up the
white blouse she had worn yesterday and quickly put it on.  She would have
to forego a brassiere today, since the jacket would cover most of her
chest. She grabbed a clean pair of French-cut panties out of the dresser
and was pulling them up her curvy legs when she saw it.  The crusty, and
even still damp semen and her own cum, which had been gushing from her own
cunt the night before, was still smeared down the inside of her shapely
legs!  "Fuck it!" she exclaimed as she went ahead and pulled up the dainty
garment.  "There's no time to wash it off now, and nobody but me will know
it's there since I'm wearing pants," she quietly spat, but secretly hoping
no one would smell the excretions towards the end of the day!  So much for
feminine hygiene!

   As the spastic, young wife looked in the full-length dressing mirror,
she saw no jewelry or other ornamental accoutrements, except for the tiny
diamond studs in her earlobes.  "Shit!  That will just have to do," she
reasoned.  After stepping back into the four-inch, classy high heels she
wore to yesterday's interview, Agnetha hurried to the kitchen.  The clock
on the wall showed 7:28.

   "Damn it, Mike!  We are going to be late!" Mike had made coffee and she
quickly poured a cup for herself, but it would have to be black.  Her
husband handed his foul-mouthed wife a blueberry muffin and she began to
quickly munch it down.  "I gave Patrick money to buy his lunch today,"
explained Mike to his distraught wife.  "Thank you, honey!  I love you!"
she sweetly spoke as she went to the front door.  The long black automobile
was just pulling up to the curb as she looked out.

   "Come on, guys!  Charles is here!" she exclaimed.  The young family
quickly walked down their sidewalk as Charles was holding open the rear
door for them to enter.  The dark, imposing African was cheerily smiling at
the young couple and son.  The African appreciated the up and down wobble
of her white titties underneath her clothes as she hurried out to the car.
When the young wife climbed into the vehicle, he also appreciated her tight
ass.  The family climbed in the back and, when Charles had returned to the
driver's seat, the limousine pulled away towards Manhattan.

   The ride to the U.N.  administrative building was uneventful, except for
the brief stop at Patrick's kindergarten school to drop him off for his
school day.  The traffic allowed Charles to make good time to their
destination and in no time, the young couple exited the luxury vehicle. 
Agnetha retraced her route, with Mike in tow, back up to the office where
she would begin her employment.  Anna lightly tapped on the door and
proceeded to enter where she found Marie already busy with her duties at
her desk.  The tall, bronze beauty rose with a smile to meet the couple and
offered a handshake salutation to Michael, but she came in for a little
neck hug from Anna.  "The Deputy Ambassador is in his office waiting for
you," she announced.

   Anna and Mike were escorted into Mubuntu's richly decorated office where
the tall, African greeted them.  He firmly shook Michael's hand in
greeting, but bent over to give Agnetha a little peck on the cheek.  Mike
wondered if this was usual for such an important dignitary, but Anna was
just flustered with joy at the little act of affection.  After the young
couple was seated in the chairs at Mubuntu's desk, the robust, Negro man
brought out three wine glasses already filled and chilled with drink.  He
handed Michael a glass with a clear liquid but with a slight reddish hue;
to Agnetha a drink with a slight bluish tint, and Mubuntu took the last
one, with the tea that Anna recognized from yesterday.  The ambassador
said, "A toast for the newest member of our staff.  May our association be
long and prosperous!" Then each one drank their drinks down quickly. 
Mubuntu called on his intercom for Marie to bring another setup of drinks
for everyone.

   Mubuntu began to explain to Michael all the same items he had gone over
with Anna the day before.  Everything was covered, and when the diplomat
got to the part of travel, he spoke directly to Michael.

   "I explained to your lovely wife yesterday that due to the international
nature of our office, there will be some overseas travel involved, and as
administrative assistant it will be mandatory for her to accompany our
delegation to these meetings, functions, and ceremonies, especially to
Zamibia.  I assume Anna has explained that to you and the two of you are
agreeable with the requirement.  Is that correct?" The tone of the
explanation sounded somewhat more demanding today than it did yesterday in
Anna's mind.

   "Yes, uh, of course, whatever her position requires, I will support
her," the young, Catholic, Irishman acknowledged.

   "Great!  Wonderful!  Then that is all settled" the giant expressed with
a large smile and booming voice of cheer.  By this time, Marie had arrived
with another tray of drinks for the group, but this time there were four
glasses.  As Marie sat the tray down, she also handed an envelope to
Mubuntu.

   The large African stood and handed the envelope to Michael and
explained, "I understand that finances have been kind of tight for your
family these past months, so I would like to give you both a $25,000
advance on your salary, Agnetha, to help get you by until your first check
is drawn."

   Anna and Michael sat stunned as the husband opened the unsealed
envelope, and examined the check for exactly $25,000!  The couple slowly
stood and finally Anna gleefully shouted, "Thank you, oh, thank you, sir!"
Then Mike extended his hand to the generous diplomat and excitedly pumped
his arm, "Yes, thank you, sir!  Thank you!"

   "Then it's settled then," replied Mubuntu, "and let's once again drink a
toast to the newest member of our diplomatic team!" This time Marie handed
out the chilled glasses of the drinks, in the same order as before; the
bluish tint to Anna, the reddish hued liquid to Michael, and Mubuntu and
Marie both took the remaining glasses with the yellowish, beige drink that
Anna had drunk yesterday.

   The glasses were emptied and with the understanding the meeting was
over, Marie began to escort Mike and Anna back to her office.  It was not
until then that Michael even noticed the photos of the profane aborigines
on the walls as he walked out of the office, and was struck, as his wife
had been, by the beauty of the nude Caucasian woman on the back wall,
catching but a glimpse of the portrait as he walked by.  The couple was
told by Marie, after returning to her office, that Mike was free to leave,
and Agnetha would be staying the day and would be driven home in the
evening.  The young couple embraced, said their "good-byes" and "I love
you's" as Mike departed out Marie's office door.  Charles was standing
stately outside the door to take Michael back to the limousine and,
ultimately, back to their quaint home in Queens.

   Chapter 4

   The door exiting Marie's office had just closed, with Michael on his way
back home, when Mubuntu quickly walked into the room from his office and
smiled at the ladies.

   "Marie, please take our newest 'diplomat' here out to get her a new
wardrobe.  I leave the choice of needed outfits to you because you know
what her needs are..  Use the office credit card.  Price is not a problem
and you two do not come back here before there is a sufficiently sexy
wardrobe for this beautiful lady to wear!" And with that Mubuntu spun
around and marched back into the office.

   Agnetha, standing in a state of shock, was suddenly brought back to
reality by her gorgeous, black co-worker.  "Well, you heard the man, Anna.
Let's be on our way because we have a lot of work ahead of us for the rest
of the day!  And you know there isn't a woman alive that doesn't love
shopping."

   Anna still could not believe what she was hearing.  She thought, "Did he
say sexy wardrobe?" Marie picked up her phone and after dialing a short
extension number and spoke, "Pierre, please bring the Hummer down to the
parking garage and pick up Mrs.  O'Brien and myself, and we will be out
most of the day.  Merci!"

   "Come on, girl, time's a wasting and there is shopping to be done,"
Marie joked as she grabbed the young blond by her elbow and towed her out
the door.  The two ladies proceeded down the elevator to the enclosed
parking garage where another, tall, black gentleman was waiting holding the
rear door of a stretch Hummer open.  The two ladies climbed in and Anna
finally got a chance to talk to Marie, who had been busy on her cell phone
since they walked out of the office.

   "Marie, please.  Is there something wrong with my clothes?  Did I not
make a good impression with the Deputy Ambassador?" Anna asked with a
puzzled look on her face.

   "Oh, contraire, cheri!  You are what you Americans call 'a hit' with
Mubuntu.  It's just the pantsuit and librarian look is just not going to be
what we expect in our office.  Our people are to look sophisticated and
sexy; to stand out so people will take notice.  And you, my dear, are just
the young lady to do that.  I am just going to make sure you look the
part!"

   As Marie gave instructions to Pierre to go to Bloomingdale's, then
answered her cell again, Anna thought back to the mad rush she was in this
morning to get dressed; how she couldn't find the right outfit.  "Well, I
guess I won't have that problem now, will I?" the pretty, young Swede
reflected in her mind.

   First, it was Bloomingdale's, then Barney's New York, then several high
end boutiques and stores in a whirlwind day of shopping for the new
administrative assistant.  In each store, the sales personnel knew Marie by
name as if she were a regular customer.  The sales associates fell all over
themselves to bring out new designer fashions for Agnetha to try on.  The
tiny frame of the Minnesota native wasn't hard to fit and this helped along
the process.  But in each case, and in every store, the dresses or skirts
were tight fitting, and at least three to four inches above her knees. 
Many showed an abundance of cleavage on her chest.

   Anna loved the look and feel of these stylish clothes, but she wondered
about the revealing look.  As she stood before the mirror in each fitting
area, her hemline was up and she showed plenty of tit flesh.  Of course,
she hadn't time to put on a bra this morning.  Once, when Anna got a look
at a price tag of one of the dresses and found $2,000 in bold numbers, the
young blond almost fainted right then and there!  "Marie!" she exclaimed.
"This is a $2,000 dress!  How can we...?" but was interrupted in
mid-sentence.

   "Anna!  You heard the deputy ambassador.  He said 'price is not a
problem.' Just be glad that he is willing to fit you out in a new, erotic
wardrobe.  Believe me, you will earn it for us.  You look beautiful!"
complimented Marie, in that unique French accent of hers.  So Agnetha just
resigned herself that this was what her new employer wanted.  In each store
with each purchase, Marie pulled out a credit card to pay for all the
lovely skirts, tops, dresses, accessories, and shoes.  All of the shoes
were five to six inch "come fuck me" stilettos and each with a famous
designer's name in them.  At least a dozen pairs were purchased during the
day with no thought of the total price.  No pantyhose were even looked at.
Only fine silk stockings and lacy and racy garter belts were bought.  In
each store, Pierre carried the shopping bags back out to the stretch Hummer
for the ladies, and then the ladies climbed in to go to the next high end
store.

   At mid-day, the ladies went into a very fashionable restaurant on Fifth
Avenue, and ordered lunch.  Anna looked over the menu and saw the
delicacies that were listed, but also was shocked at the exorbitant prices
listed for each.  Actually, Marie ordered for the young mother the same
thing she was having.  When the food came, it smelled so good and tasted
delicious.  She didn't know exactly what it was, but thought it was some
kind of fish.  She did know the dessert was a baked Alaska, because she had
seen one prepared on a cooking show once.

   After, the dessert, and while the ladies were waiting for the waiter to
return with Marie's card and receipt, Anna thought she might have been
feeling a little queasy and expressed the same to Marie.  Marie explained,
"Oh, my dear, it is probably the fast pace we have been going at this
morning and the rich food." The mulatto lady reached into her purse and
brought out a small packet of powder and mixed it in with the remaining
water that was in Anna's water glass.  "This is an African herbal medicine
that is safe but effective.  My own mother gave me this when I was a child,
and I have taken it ever since.  Please drink this all down," instructed
Marie .  Anna drank it quickly down, for the waiter had returned.  Marie
had signed the check, retrieved her card, and was rising from her seat to
go again.  "Come, mon ami.  We still have a lot of shopping to do!"

   When they climbed into the luxury vehicle that awaited them at the curb,
Marie enquired of Anna, "Do you feel better now?" The beautiful blond
thought a moment and then said, "Yes, I feel great now." Marie replied,
"Good, and here is some of the mondia tea that we had yesterday.  It will
also help settle your tummy and make you feel better." Marie pulled a
chilled flask from the interior cooling compartment and poured a generous
helping for them both to drink into chilled champagne glasses as they
continued on their way.  Agnetha had no way of knowing what had happened to
her reproductive system and inside her womb.

   As they were finishing the day of exclusive and elegant shopping, the
pair entered Sak's Fifth Avenue, and were escorted to an elegant suite of,
where they were served fine, French champagne.  Then the Sak's associate
came in, greeted Marie in a French accent and with a very loving kiss on
the cheek, and asked, "Is this the lovely lady we are fitting today?" as
she looked over Anna as if she were a fine dessert that she wanted to
devour.

   Marie answered, "Oui, Collette, this is the newest member of our staff
and we are fitting her out with the finest you can show us." Collette spoke
loudly toward an open door way and loudly proclaimed, in French, "Entr�e!"
About a dozen stunning ladies came in wearing exquisite formal wear as well
as very sexy clothing, all with hemlines that only came to the middle of
the thigh, as they had been buying all day.  "I'm glad you called me ahead
of time, Marie.  We have prepared a good selection for you, no?" Collette
asked.

   All the dresses were stunning and gorgeous in Agnetha's eyes.  As she
softly bit her lower lip, she wondered if she had to pick from the gorgeous
collection of fashions.  When Marie noticed the concerned look on the
beautiful, Midwestern girl's face, she asked, "Dear, since it is getting
late in the day, will you give me the liberty of choosing some of these for
you?"

   Bewildered, Anna replied, "Yes, of course.  Whichever one you think
would be best."

   But Marie did not pick just one.  The lovely, bronze lady went down the
line and pointed out, "This one..., this one..., no, not this one..., this
one." until the end of the line of lovely models was reached.  Of the ten
dresses Marie picked, two were beautiful formal gowns, strapless, bust
hugging, and very shapely all the way down.  They both had vertical oblong
openings in the front to expose skin from the breast line down to the
pelvic area, pointed at top and bottom, which clearly showed the belly,
navel and almost all her pubis.  They both had a split in front from the
hem of the garment up to almost the crotch area.  Agnetha wondered if
anyone would see her panties as she wore these.  She was certain of it if
she ever sat and crossed her legs.  One gown was fiery red with sequins and
the other was similar but a shimmering blue.  The third and last selection
was a beautiful, black cocktail dress, also strapless, with the hem also
coming halfway up the thigh.

   "These will all will be excellent, Collette.  Don't you agree, Anna?"
Marie asked.

   "Uh, yeah, sure...!" was all the poor Minnesotan beauty could manage to
get out of her mouth, as she looked on in a numb stare.  Marie and Collette
said their good-byes as the clothing was being boxed up, ready for the
tall, stately Pierre to take down to the vehicle.  The two ladies spoke in
low, passionate French, and when they took their leave, Anna notice how
they embraced and kissed each other on the mouth; not as friends, but more
like lovers.

   After climbing back into the Hummer, Marie looked at her watch and
exclaimed, "Oh, it's so late now, let's just take you and all your lovely
clothes directly to your house and we will call it a day.  Okay?" Marie
inquired of Agnetha.  Once again, the young Swedish girl with the golden
hair replied, "Uh, yeah, sure...!" with the same stunned look on her face
as she had in the exclusive store.  Marie opened the small sliding window
to the driver's compartment, scribbled something on a piece of paper, and
handed it to Pierre.  "Pierre, please take us to this address in Queens,
s'il vous plait." "Oui, Madame" came the quiet, ebony giant's only answer.

   "Marie," Agnetha inquired as the pretty mulatto poured more of the
mondia tea up for them to consume on the way home, "what about those
elegant formal gowns you purchased?  When will I ever have need to wear
them?

   "Oh, don't you worry, mon ch�ri.  There are already formal events on the
calendar for which our services will be needed.  And, I guarantee that you
will be the loveliest lady there!" Marie complimented.  Anna blushed as she
began to sip her tea.  The two co-workers chatted as the stretch Hummer
made it's way to the Queens address.  As the luxury car pulled up in front
of the modest, suburban home, a few of the suburbia neighbors that were out
in their yards, stood and stared and gawked at the expensive car, the tall,
dark, chauffer bringing in the packages, and as their tiny neighbor and an
elegant, black lady brought in more bags and boxes as well.

   * * *

   After the packages were brought into the house, and Marie and her
statuesque, African driver left, Mike quizzed his young wife, "Where did
all these clothes come from?  What are they for?  Why can't you wear your
own clothes?" all in quick succession.  Anna, as best as she could explain
to her bewildered husband of almost seven years, that they were bought for
her by the Zamibian office, and they thought that she needed to dress
nicely for her office duties.  She even tempted Mike with a statement that
maybe they could go out to a fancy dinner, and she could wear one of them
and they could go dancing.

   Finally, Michael was somewhat satisfied with the explanation his lovely
wife gave him, and finished with, "Dinner is ready" in a more or less
exasperated tone.  Agnetha changed into her usual short-shorts and t-shirt
for the hot, August weather.  Dinner conversation was mostly one sided. 
Patrick asked his mommy several questions about all the sacks and boxes
that she had brought in.  Michael mainly sat in silence, listening about
his wife's shopping escapade of the day.  It eased his mind when she
explained that it was all paid for by Mubuntu, and was in addition to her
salary.  But the nagging question, that Mike could not quite get hold of,
was if they did not think he could provide nice clothes for his wife?

   After the dinner dishes were cleaned up, Pat was bathed by his mother,
and allowed to play a while longer in the living room.  Agnetha brought in
box after box after bag of the designer fashions that were purchased for
her by the U.N.  office.  As an excited kid at Christmas, the giddy young
wife tried on first one and then another outfit and came in the living room
with each and modeled each for her husband and son.  Patrick simply said,
"You're pretty, mommy" for he was more interested in playing with the now
empty boxes and bags on the floor.

   Mike didn't have much to say as he watched TV and then watched his
excited wife as she came in, barefooted, modeling each one.  About all, he
had to say was, "That's kind of short, isn't it?" or "That's kind of a low
neckline, isn't it?" But the young, Swedish wife didn't even acknowledge
her husband's prudish comments, as she ran back to her closet and hung each
designer outfit up.  Pretty soon, there was no more room, so she started
throwing out her old outfits on the bedroom floor to make room.  She would
do something about them another day.

   Then, Agnetha got to the boxes that contained fashionable, lacey, and
barely-there bras and panties, if they could be called that.  They were
more like strips of lace.  She hadn't really realized that they were part
of her collection.  All rich colors, all very sexy, push-up wire demi-bras
that her ample breasts would just sit in and not be covered.  There were
garter belts galore and shimmering silk hose that were meant to be held up
with the garters.  Then there were the 5 and 6 inch "come fuck me"
stilettos that were bought for her.  Anna wisely thought it best not to
show all these articles to her husband with the mood he was in.  So, she
quickly repacked and basically hid all the sexy accessories in her closet.

   Finally, when Pat was in bed asleep, and man and wife were ready to
retire, the luscious wife came to Michael and gave him a very deep and
passionate kiss, with plenty of tongue.  Mike told her that he must have
had a bug or something because he hadn't felt well during the day.  Also,
he mentioned a burning sensation in his scrotum, as if his balls were on
fire.  It had subsided somewhat before Agnetha came home, but he definitely
didn't feel like sex tonight.  His sweetheart was disappointed, but she
wouldn't show it.  She reasoned that her husband must still have been worn
out after the previous night's sex.

   But she just said, "Let me tuck you into bed, baby, and I'll just go
take a nice, refreshing bath, and then be in after awhile, okay?" "Okay
that will be fine, honey," Mike replied.  He lay down and pulled the sheet
over his naked body.  She did tuck him in as if she were tucking in her
five-year old, turned out the light and closed the door behind her as she
exited their bedroom.

   Agnetha immediately drew herself a hot bath, with relaxing lavender
salts added.  The sexy, blond goddess slipped in the steamy tub, and as her
plump breasts bobbed on top of the water, she began playing with her
clitty. Soon she put her fingers up her crotch and began to masturbate
furiously, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm by madly rubbing her
clit and finger fucking herself.

   "Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!  Oh, gawd!  Oh, fuck me you big, black African!"
She did not even realize she was saying these lewd things.  This went on
for almost an hour until she was afraid Mike would come check on her and
catch her making passionate love to herself.  As Anna dried off, she
noticed it odd that her clitoris had grown and extended to about half an
inch from under its protective hood.  Quickly, she checked on Pat and
kissed his cheek as he slept, then slipped her naked body into the bed
beside her husband and was asleep almost immediately.  The long shopping
trip and the extensive masturbation session had left her exhausted.

   However, the husband and wife couple did not have any idea of the
changes, which had taken place in their bodies today.  When Mubuntu was at
Johns Hopkins University, he developed a compound for chemical castration
in order to control oversized populations in developing countries by using
native, African herbs.  This was what the strange side effect the young
Irish-Catholic husband experience in his testicles.  As well, the devious
Zamibian had developed from several plants, native to his home continent, a
compound that acted like "the morning after pill" or an emergency
contraceptive.  Each compound was mixed in the two different drinks that
the young couple was offered and consumed that very morning in Mubuntu's
office.  The African diplomat had considered that after drinking the mondia
tea, a powerful aphrodisiac, the day before, the gorgeous young Swede would
probably want to have sex with her mate that night, because she would be
very horny.  But her drink secretly took care of any pregnancy that might
have occurred after their copulation, but would not affect any further
contraception.  As Michael lay sleeping peacefully in bed beside his
beloved wife, all the sperm in his testicles were in their final death
throes, and his gonads would forever be useless and dead.  Agnetha would
still be able to bear many children, just none by her husband.

   Chapter 5

   The next morning pretty much went as a "normal" morning would go, except
Agnetha was getting dressed and ready to leave for work instead of Michael.
Michael had a slight scowl on his face when his wife walked into the
kitchen where he was preparing breakfast, and she was wearing a very tight
gray tweed skirt and came halfway up her thigh and stretched tight over her
ass.  The top of her young body was covered with a clingy fire engine red
blouse that accented her boob rack, and black leather pumps on her feet. 
Anna chose a dark, smoky pair of sheer stockings to wear instead of her
normal pantyhose, and she hoped Mike would not notice the garter belt
clasps through the tight skirt material that held her stocking tops up. 
The whole out fit screamed "prostitute" in the husband's mind.

   There was no mad rush today as yesterday, so the young family had a
nice, loving breakfast together.  At 7 o'clock sharp, Anna's cell phone
rang with Charles calling to tell her that he would be there in five
minutes.  The lovely, new breadwinner got her purse and checked herself in
the mirror one more time.  As she was ready to walk out the front door,
Michael surprised her by unexpectedly embracing his wife in his arms and
giving her a long, passionate kiss.  When they broke the kiss, Anna was
looking up into the smiling and happy face of her husband.  She also felt
the bulge that had arisen in his pants.

   "Honey, you look gorgeous, and I am so proud that you are my wife," he
proclaimed.  This loving act was exactly what she needed and she hugged him
tightly around his abdomen with deep affection.  A car horn blew outside,
and a brief look verified that it was Charles pulling up to the curb.  With
a kiss and a hug for her young son, and another smooch on the lips for her
husband, Agnetha was off and out the door.

   Since this was actually her first real "working" day, Anna paid close
attention to all the duties she would have to perform, things she would
have to file and programs she would run on her desk computer.  A small
utility room off of Anna's office held the copy machine, printer, fax
machine and other things that any well-run office would need.  She was glad
to see a comfortable break room with not only a coffee maker, but also an
espresso machine that she knew she would definitely love.  After that first
day, Anna got down to a routine with her administrative duties such as
checking schedules, e-mails and such.  Also, Marie pointed out on the
schedule a formal reception that would be held for the Prime Minister that
would be visiting from Zamibia.  Marie instructed Agnetha that she would be
expected to attend since she was now part of the staff and, of course, her
husband was invited to come as well.  The event was on Saturday night, a
week from this coming weekend, so she wrote herself a note and put it in
her purse to be sure to tell Michael and to arrange a baby sitter for
Patrick.

   As her training progressed during the week, Anna thought that no real
expertise was needed for this position, but they needed someone to perform
basic office work.  Of course, she would not complain with the salary and
perks she would receive.  She did not realize that her beauty, her body,
and her sexiness had gotten her the position.  By Friday, the office slowed
down to a very relaxed pace.  Mubuntu had left for the weekend and Marie
and Anna were sitting by themselves in their spacious break room, snacking
before the end of the day, and sipping cool mondia tea, as they did
throughout each day.  Marie made Agnetha feel so comfortable and accepted
in the diplomatic office that it really put her at ease, and the young
employee told her so.  But something had been nagging at Anna's mind all
week and she thought she would take this quiet, informal moment to ask her
co-worker.

   "Marie, the pictures of the naked African men in the deputy ambassadors
office..." then Anna paused, seeing a small smile come across Marie's face,
"who are they and what is the displaying of their bodies and genitals all
about?" There!  The young blond had finally asked the question that had
been nagging her since she first set foot in Mubuntu's office.  The
beautiful, bronze lady busted out in a great guffaw fit of laughter that
was so contagious, Anna started to giggle as well.

   When Marie had gotten control of herself, she exclaimed, "Oh, mon ch�ri!
I was wondering when you were going to get around to asking that.  Those
are artistic photos done of our warriors in our tribe in Zamibia.  The
ambassador and myself come from the tribe of the Niduru.  We hold strictly
to the traditions and ways of our ancestors.  It is customary in our tribe
that when a man or woman come of age and are adopted into our tribe, from
that day forward, they wear NO clothes.  That is the symbol of their
position in the tribe.  The children and teens, or even visitors will wear
light clothing, or may be partially nude until they become of age as full
members.  But after the "adoption" ceremony, if you want to call it that,
they no longer wear any clothes for the rest of their life in the village.
Our tribal lands are the area between both tropical jungle and dry
savannah. We, of course, stay in the shade during the hottest part of the
day, but it is important that we show all who we really are.  It is as if
we have shed the evils of this world, and open ourselves to the good things
we are destined to receive.  We show the true meaning of life and love by
showing all of our ourselves in complete nakedness."

   Agnetha sat with raptured awe during the entire explanation, and even
nodding her head in understanding.  After sitting for several moments,
letting this tribal information soak into her thinking, she blurted out,
"But what about all those huge cocks?  Those things are unbelievable!"

   Marie again began to laugh and almost doubled over in her laughter.  She
finally was able to explain, with tears in her eyes from the laughter, "Oh,
my dear!  That is just how Niduru men are.  They all have extremely large
penises.  It is thought to be a genetic thing.  Most Niduru are twelve to
fourteen inches long and three to four inches in diameter!"

   "Wow," was all that Anna could say.  She asked how the Niduru women were
able to stand intercourse with their men.  The sexy, bronze beauty
explained that women learn to adapt, and their wombs stretch, and their
bodies also adapt.  Marie told her young co-worker to wait in her seat and
she would be right back.  In about three minutes, the lady returned with
two objects, one she laid on the table in front of Agnetha, and the other
she kept for herself and sat back in her chair.  But the young blond was
not prepared for what she next saw.  Lying on the table was the biggest,
longest, fattest black dildo she had ever seen.  She had slipped into adult
bookstores and had seen big dildos, but none the size of these.  That is
why Anna had the one she had in her nightstand.  When the Swedish beauty
looked back over at her colleague, Marie had one foot propped up on top of
their table and the other splayed wide on the floor.  Anna could see
Marie's gorgeous shaved pussy as she unashamedly displayed it because she
was wearing no underwear; her dress was pulled up around her hips.  Then
the mulatto lady began to rub the end of the phallus through her labia to
get it wet, and began to effortlessly push the giant schlong up into her
insides, towards her belly.

   "All this talk about big Niduru cocks has gotten me quite horny" she
devilishly grinned as she pushed the huge, black snake inside of her.  When
all 12 inches had bottomed out all the way up in her body, the educated
executive administrator pulled it back out, glistening with her cunt juices
until just the tip was barely still in her opening and easily pushed it
back in again.  Anna sat in shock as she watched cultured African fuck
herself with the giant phallus.  Faster and faster she pumped her black
monster that was now practically dripping with the abundant secretions that
nature had given her for lubricating a mating male organ.  While Agnetha
watched with wide eyes and astonishment, Marie continued at a fevered pitch
until she moaned and her eyes rolled back into her head.  The moment of
magic came while the thick monster was completely buried inside the woman's
fevered body and it stayed in Marie's birth canal at least 30 seconds while
the Zamibian official came slowly down from her crescendo peak. 
Effortlessly, it was then pushed out buy her own cunt muscles and it looked
as if the refined lady were shitting a giant black log from her vagina. 
Marie tenderly took her object of love and began licking her own secretions
from it as if it was covered in sweet syrup.

   "You see, my dear, it is not so difficult at all, and oh the experience
it will give a woman," Marie whispered as she looked directly into Anna's
blue, innocent eyes.  The fair, young mother was speechless as she looked
down and held up her monster dildo with her hands.  "That one is my
personal gift to you.  Take it home with you, use it, love it, to see how
much more it will make you feel like a woman!" Marie said as she placed her
feet on the floor and stood.

   As she walked by the young Swede, still trembling in her chair, she
leaned over and with a hushed voice and hot breath in Anna's ear whispered,
"I will ask you Monday how it felt.  Don't come back until you can tell
me." The last sentence from her co-worker's beautiful, sexy lips felt more
like a command than a request.  A cold shiver ran down her spine as Marie
silently slipped away.

   The young, Midwestern girl quickly returned to her office and was
putting the humongous, black, sex object of female pleasure into the large
purse she had thankfully brought today.  She slightly jumped as Charles
stood in her door and asked, "Are you ready to leave for home now, Mrs. 
O'Brien?"

   "Uh, yes!  Yes, thank you Charles" as she avoided eye contact with the
giant African and gathered up her purse and a few other booklets and left
her office for the weekend.  Anna walked out of the office with Charles in
tow, but secretly wondered if the tall Zamibian following her carried a
real life counterpart in his pants.  Anna did not realize dildo was peaking
out of her bag or she would have died with embarrassment right there in the
hallway.  As the tall, lanky African male followed the young wife several
feet behind, he noticed the wet spot on the back of her powder blue
mini-skirt, just below the buttocks, that the innocent young mother wore
today.  Charles grinned and chuckled to himself, for he realized what had
transpired in the office before his arrival.

   Chapter 6

   When the young wife and mother arrived home that evening, she made sure
that she discussed with Mike the formal reception planned and that he was
invited to attend.  There was also the matter of child-care that would be
needed.  They had gotten a nice couple in their thirties that lived next
door at other times to keep Pat, since they had young children of their
own. Contact was made with the neighbors and they expressed that they would
be glad to keep Michael, even all night if need be.

   That evening was spent relaxing and having family enjoyment as it always
was in the O'Brien household back when Michael was the breadwinner.  In the
evening, Patrick was put to bed by his mother while his father took his
shower, then Anna took her shower for the evening.  As she had for several
nights before, she spent extra time and diligence on cleaning her genital
area, allowing herself to cum at least twice before she knew she had to
stop in order not to raise Mike's suspicions.  But the gorgeous, young wife
knew that her sexual desire was not sated.  And as she dried off, the
whispered words of Marie echoed through her mind, "I will ask you Monday
how it felt.  Don't come back until you can tell me."

   Before long husband and wife were locked in a tight embrace in their
marital bed and fiery lust burned as if gasoline had been poured on a fire.
They outright fucked for at least thirty minutes, and then made love for
fifteen more.  That night the horny wife made her husband lick her asshole,
and rim it as well, while she rubbed her clit to at least three more
orgasms.  This was something Mike had never done before.  Anna was very
vocal that night, but not like she had been the first of the week.  After
they were exhausted, they kissed each other deeply, turned out the light,
and drifted off to sleep.  Michael was the first to find the respite of
slumber as he spooned his lovely, golden haired mate along her back. 
Anna's horniness was somewhat weakened, but finally, sleep began to
overtake her.

   It was right before that moment when everything goes away when Agnetha's
eyes suddenly flew open.  She had a fleetingly thought of the large
photograph of the young, blond woman in Mubuntu's office when the words of
her Nirudu co-worker echoed in her mind, "It is customary in our tribe that
when a man or woman come of age and are adopted into our tribe, from that
day forward, they wear NO clothes.  That is the symbol of their position in
the tribe." Anna then realized and deduced that the beautiful Caucasian
woman with the blond hair was part of the Niduru tribe!  But even that
revelation was not enough to overcome the sleep that now embraced her body,
as she lay lovingly in Michael's arms with his five inch penis wedged in
her ass crack.

   * * *

   Saturday came and went as usual for the young family as household and
yard chores were accomplished, with a little time left over to play a game
of family "hide and go seek" before dinner.  After a light meal, the
family's previous evening activities were duplicated.  When the couple went
to bed, another steamy session of marital lust and love was carried out,
even with another dutiful session of Michael forcing his tongue up into his
wife's ass as she masturbated.  However, towards the end of the exercise,
the young, redheaded husband conceded that the musky taste of his tender
wife's puckered shit-whole didn't taste that bad.  Again, when both were
too exhausted to continue, the young couple settled down for their nightly
rest.

   But this evening, there was no peaceful rest for Agnetha.  Two
disturbing visions kept invading Agnetha's mind.  First was the remembrance
of the gorgeous, naked, golden haired lady's photograph in her employer's
office with the echoing words of Marie in the background, "It is customary
in our tribe that when a man or woman come of age and are adopted into our
tribe, from that day forward, they wear NO clothes.  That is the symbol of
their position in the tribe." The second vision, just as disturbing as the
first, was the incident of Marie wildly and unashamedly fucking herself
with the 12-inch long dildo.  The words in the background this time were,
however, "I will ask you Monday how it felt.  Don't come back until you can
tell me."

   Anna realized that she had only a little more than 24 hours left to obey
the instruction of the Niduru woman.  How could she do this nasty deed
without Michael knowing, or even worse, seeing her do it?  They had been
together all Friday night and Saturday.  Finally, she devised a plan that
gave her enough peace to allow her to doze off to sleep, but not before one
more silent and still masturbation session while Michael lightly snored.

   The next morning was Sunday and Michael usually went to Sunday morning
confessional and mass as he had done as far back as he could remember. 
Agnetha's Swedish heritage was Lutheran, yet she did not faithfully go to
the protestant church.  Some Sundays she did, but some Sundays she
accompanied Mike to his church, mostly to appease his parents, who
"tolerated" her marrying their Irish-Catholic son.

   At the breakfast table, Anna feigned an upset stomach and that she was
afraid it might be a "stomach bug" that was catching.  "Michael, take
Patrick along with you to church this morning, and I'll stay here and go
back to bed and rest." His beautiful wife rationalized that she was not
totally lying, for she intended on going back to bed, but not for the
reason she gave.  After pouring herself some ginger ale to drink, she moped
slowly back to bed in her silk robe and her fuzzy house slippers.  Before
her husband and young son left for church, they came in and both gave her a
kissing peck on her forehead.  "Hope you feel better, Mommy," Pat said to
comfort his mother.  Mike told her he would be back before long and told
her to get some sleep, then listened for them to walk out the front door
and lock it behind them.

   Anna lay in bed, watching the minute hand ever so slowly move enough to
say that five minutes had gone by.  She then sprang up out of bed, looked
out the front door to make sure their car was gone, and that the coast was
clear, and to double check the door lock.  Anna almost ran back into her
bedroom to fetch the angry looking phallus out of hiding in her closet,
where she hid it Friday afternoon upon returning home.

   The beautiful, young wife dropped her cream colored robe to the floor
and stepped out of her slippers to crawl back into the bed.  A tube of K-Y
jelly was fetched from her nightstand drawer and used to smear lubricant
all up and down the pseudo cock.  As she had to smear so much over such a
large area, Anna wondered how the thing would ever go up into her pussy. 
After wiping the excess K-Y off onto a hand towel, the tender and innocent
young mother held the fake rubber cock with both hands and examined it as
if it had shrunk any with the treatment of the lubricant.  But if anything,
the sheen of the ambient light coming in through the bedroom window made it
look even larger, more menacing, threatening to tear her insides out.  Anna
imagined a newspaper headline as it run through her over-active mind,
"Young wife found dead in her bed with a giant, black tool sticking out of
her vagina.  The victim bled out from the damage inflicted to her own
body."

   It was now or never, Agnetha determined.  As she was propped up on the
bed's headboard and pillows for support, she slowly lowered the deadly
monster to her crotch and rubbed the end around her labia, which was
already moist in anticipation of the nasty deed she was about to perform.
The end of the phallus had a large mushroom-like head like the heads of the
real warrior cocks in the pictures.  She let the end gently separate the
precious petals of her sex flower, and waited, hoping that the huge snake
would be sucked up into her insides by her own body.  Clearly, that was not
going to happen.  So she gave it a shove back toward herself and succeeded
in having only about an inch disappear past the entrance.  But she had to
stop and let her pussy become acclimated to the sheer size and girth of the
terrible monster.  After about another minute of mostly holding her breath,
she got up the courage to push another inch into her precious hole of
pleasure.  But right now, she did not feel the pleasure, only pressure as
if she were trying to hide a bottle of wine up into her body cavity to
steal it from a store.  She tried to control her breathing; it would do no
good to hyperventilate she told herself.  But the words of Marie kept
echoing in her head, "I will ask you Monday how it felt.  Don't come back
until you can tell me" and the wicked movie played through her mind of the
lovely, African lady's long, splayed legs, as if she were a cheap, alley
whore as she lewdly fucked herself with a duplicate of this hideous device.
With another bit of self-determination, Agnetha actually pulled two more
inches of the thick, black devise into herself.

   "Oh, gawd!  Oh, gawd!  Oh, fuck me!!" she wailed out in the empty house.
She briefly thought it amusing as she realized that she was calling upon
God for help, after she had deliberately stayed out of His house of worship
today to have sex with herself!  She waited again another 20 seconds or so
to become accustomed to the pain and pressure, then she pulled the wicked,
black phallus back out and before it came out of her hole, and she lost her
nerve, she rammed it back in.  Then, she did it again, and again, until she
realized she had about half of the terrible behemoth consuming her insides.
Anna was now determined to see the tawdry act through.  But she realized
that from this point on would be further than even her husband had gone. 
This would be uncharted, virgin territory!  Already she knew that it was at
her cervix, the entrance of her womb.

   From here on, she would definitely be opening up her uterus with the
insertion of this massive representation of an African cock!  Again, the
young wife pulled out the dildo and rammed another inch in.  Now her womb
was opening up, receiving the black object into her uterus, and that
realization made her start to tingle all over.  Again, the cycle was
duplicated and more area was being tapped in her baby sac again, and again,
and again.  Finally, Agnetha came to the realization that her body was
enveloping the entire faux cock into her baby chute as she rhythmically was
pushing and pulling in sync with her own heartbeat.

   The tingling she experienced earlier became a stirring, a boiling, an
earthquake, until the nuclear detonation of orgasm completely took control
of her body.  Somehow, as if by autonomic response, she continued to pump
the ebony beast up into herself, as the rest of her body was thrashing
around on the bed but screaming for more.  Bucking and trembling, moaning
and ear splitting cries, her own cum juices were drenching her hands and
splashing onto the bed covers.  Finally, as if the end of her whole world
was ending at this moment, she let out a screeching "AAAAwwwwwwuuuuuggg
Fuck!  Awwwwwww fuck!  Awwwuuuggg Fuuuuuuuuuck AAAAUUUUUUHHHHGGGG!!!

   Anna lost consciousness of herself, of her bedroom, and of the whole
world in those languishing moments.  When lucid thought was finally
restored to her mind and she was able to focus again on reality, she slowly
and begrudgingly pulled the representation of a giant, African instrument
of mating with a woman out of her insides, and it plopped as it finally
escaped her gripping muscles.  Her cunt did not want this new lover to go
away.  It may never come back again and it may never be able to experience
the explosive ecstasy again!  The young blond's heavy, labored breathing
finally quieted down to a steady rhythm.  She picked up the black phallus
and duplicated her co-worker's actions of two days ago as she began to
slowly lick her tongue up the sides of the dildo, savoring every delicious
drop of her own cunt juices.  She wasn't sure if she had ever consumed this
much female discharge before, but she wasn't going to let any of her golden
nectar go to waste.  As she moved around on her bed, Anna realized the
soppy wetness underneath her own butt and as she looked down, realized that
her bed was soaked.  She made a mental note that the bed would need to be
changed before the "boys" came home.

   Mike!  Pat!  This mental note then startled her with the realization
that Mike may be coming through the door any minute with her sweet,
precious boy running in to her bedroom to check on his sick mommy!  Anna
sat straight up in bed and glanced over at the clock and confirmed that her
husband and son would probably be arriving any minute from their church
service!  "Damn!" she cursed under her breath as she frantically crawled
out of the bed and started pulling and tugging wet, soggy sheets from her
bed, and rolled them up quickly in her arms and took off towards the wash
room, barefoot and naked.  Upon reaching the washroom, the gorgeous wife
thought that she would have to wash these herself this evening.  Mike could
not view the evidence of the awful deed when he washed clothes tomorrow!

   Again, Agnetha was running through the house in all her naked glory, her
bosoms flopping everywhere as she ran back to her bedroom.  The young wife
frantically pulled a clean set of sheets from a chest of drawers, making
sure they were close enough to the color of the discarded set that she had
just gushed woman juice over and started to make the bed.  The huge, dark,
damp spot on the mattress got her attention and she determined that there
must be some kind of barrier between the mattress and the clean sheets, or
they would be just as soggy as the original set.  "Shit!" she yelped.

   Off again ran the nude mother to the bathroom to grab a towel, but none
were to be found in the linen closet.  She remembered she had just washed
towels yesterday, but they were still in the dryer where she left them
after they drying cycle finished.  "Fuck!" came the profanity from the
tender lips of the young Swedish mother as now she was running back through
the house, still naked as a jay bird, to grab a large, thick bath towel to
both act as a barrier and to start soaking up the cum juices that now had
soaked the mattress.  After running back through the house like a
prostitute in a whorehouse raid, the towel was placed and the clean sheets
were fitted to pass the inspection of her husband when he returned.

   It was then that Anna heard the unlocking of the front door, and the
running of Sunday shoes down the hall as her young son was coming to
lovingly check on his mother.  "Fuck!" Anna once again cursed in a
whispered voice as she quickly picked up her cream colored silk robe off
the floor wrapped it around her curvy nude body, not bothering to tie it,
jumped back into bed and pulled up the sheet.  She felt safe now, and
figured she had pulled off her lewd escapade and Mike would be none the
wiser.  Suddenly she panicked about the huge, black dildo!  Where was it?
What did she do with it?  How would she explain such a strange, sinister
looking object if her little boy found it, much less her shocked husband!

   She turned her head and saw it lying in all its vulgar glory on top of
her husband's pillow.  Anna quickly grabbed it as the boy's footsteps
reached the bedroom door and stuffed it out of sight under her own pillow,
then dropped her head back down and feigned sleep.  Her youngster came in
and ran to her bed shouting "Mommy, mommy, are you all better?  Agnetha
pretended to just wake up, stretched, yawned, and reached to kiss and hug
her precious, little boy as her robe fell open.  "Yes, sweetie.  Mommy is
feeling much better now." That was no lie.  She was completely, sexually
satisfied.

   To be continued in Part II Chapter 7

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