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The Blushing Bride
By
Norm DePloom
Normdeploom@hotmail.com


Martha thought God had answered her deepest prayer, 
most of her friends were already married.  Some of 
them had children.  Martha felt more and more isolated 
from her community, every day that passed without a 
man in her life seemed like a curse.  Then Frank 
appeared.  He seemed to be everything she ever wanted 
in a man.  He was good looking.  He was serious, but 
could still make her laugh when he teased her.  Most 
of all, he wanted her.  How glorious it made her feel 
to be wanted.  The wedding had been grand, and now, 
now she was setting next to her husband in a first 
class seat on her way to Hawaii.  How could life get 
any better?

 She held on to his arm and laid her head on his 
shoulder.  She had been nervous about her first 
flight, but felt that nothing could harm her as long 
as she was with Frank.  Mrs. Frank Talker, she sighed 
and snuggled down into the airplane seat. When Frank 
leaned over toward her, Martha leaned towards him 
thinking he wanted to kiss.  Frank stopped just short 
of her mouth and spoke to her in quite earnest tones.

"There is something I would really like for you to do 
for me."  He said softly, looking deeply into her 
eyes.

"What is that honey" she replied captivated by the 
prettiest eyes she had ever seen.

"I want you to go into the rest room and take off your 
panties, then bring them to me." Martha continued to 
stare into his eyes.  Her mind was trying desperately 
to make sense of what it had just heard.  It seemed to 
her that Frank had just spoken to her in a foreign 
language.  She understood each word, but the whole 
seemed too preposterous for her to have heard him 
correctly.

"What?"  Was all she could get out.

"I want you to go into the rest room and remove your 
panties and bring them to me." Frank repeated the 
instructions, "Come on, humor me, do this for your new 
husband."  Martha thought about it for a minute.  Why 
not?  He is my husband, no one else will know.  The 
'naughtiness' of it was beginning to excite her.  She 
got up and made her way to the restroom.   Once inside 
she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties 
down to her knees, then sat on the toilet seat and 
pulled them off her legs.  As long as I'm here, she 
thought and relieved her self.  She then wiped, and 
noticed how wet she was 'down there'.  

As she walked back to her seat, her panties balled up 
in her fist, she felt the cool air against her nether 
regions with each step. Martha had never gone without 
panties, even while she was asleep, for as long as she 
could remember.  Her face turned red, she was sure 
everyone could tell that she has not wearing her 
panties.  She felt very vulnerable, and also very 
exited.

Martha sat down in her seat, and handed her panties to 
her husband, trying to make sure no one saw what she 
was handing over.  She felt flushed, and warm all 
over, she could feel her 'wetness' spreading 'down 
there'.  She desperately wanted to put her hand 
between her legs and relieve the feelings.  Like she 
would have if she had been alone in her bed.

"Thank you." Frank said as he took the panties from 
her.  Keeping them in a tight ball he brought them up 
to his nose and inhaled.  Martha's red face turned 
even redder.  Frank leaned over toward her, "You 
really smell good." Her blush deepened and spread, and 
her nipples hardened and she felt hot and open 'down 
there'.  Frank put his arm around her and gently 
kissed her on the cheek.  Then he whispered in her 
ear.  "There is something else I want you to do, I 
forgot to mention this before."

"What?"  Martha asked with a combination of fear and 
excitement.

"Go back to the bathroom and take off your bra and 
bring it to me."  No, she thought, I could never do 
that.  Every one would know.  She was wearing a very 
expensive silk blouse that Frank had purchased for 
her.  The material was thin, and people would be able 
to see her breasts bouncing underneath it.  They would 
be able to see the outline of her nipples.  No, she 
thought again, I could never to that.

"I can't." she said quietly.

"What?" Frank asked with exaggerated surprise, "don't 
you take your wedding vows seriously?"  Martha was 
mortified by the question.

"Of course I do!"

"All of them?"

"Yes!"

"Love, honor and O-B-E-Y." Martha squirmed in her 
seat.  The shame she felt being asked to 'display 
herself' by her husband fed her sexual excitement.

"Please," she pleaded quietly, "don't make me do this.  
It's indecent."

"You are my wife now, and I will tell you what is 
decent and indecent.  Your will do everything I tell 
you to do." He pulled her closer and spoke softly in 
her ear.  "Now quit making a scene and do as you are 
told."  

'Making a scene' according to her mother was the worst 
thing a person could do. Martha often thought that her 
mother would quietly allow herself to be raped rather 
than scream for help and 'make a scene'.  Martha 
slowly got up from her seat and walked to the 
restrooms again the last thing she could bring herself 
to do was 'make a scene' about anything.

Her face burned with embarrassment.  She just knew 
that everyone in first class knew what she was going 
to do.  She entered the restroom and locked the door 
behind her.  She sat on the toilet, and began to cry 
gently.  After a few minutes she wiped her eyes and 
stood in front of the mirror.  She thought about just 
staying in the restroom for the rest of the flight, 
but she could not face hours in such a small room.  Oh 
well, she thought, let's get it over.  

She began to unbutton her blouse.  She looked around 
the small room to make sure no one was looking, then 
smiled at her self for doing it. She slipped the 
blouse off her shoulders and let it slip down her 
arms.  She hung the blouse on a hook on the inside of 
the door and looked at herself in the mirror.  She 
moved almost like she was in a trance as she reached 
behind herself and unhooked her bra.

She held the bra in place for a minute before she let 
it slide down off her breasts.  She watched herself in 
the mirror as her breasts came into view. Her nipples 
were hard.  With out forethought she reached up and 
began to squeeze and pinch her nipples making them 
stand out even further.  She could actually smell her 
own sexual excitement in the small room.  She reached 
under her skirt and gave herself three or four rubs.  
She could not remember ever being this wet and open.  
She reluctantly pulled her hand away from herself and 
felt a wave of shame at having given in to that evil 
urge.

She put her blouse on and tucked it into the skirt.  
Martha was shocked by how much her nipples showed 
through the thin material.  Again, without intending 
to, her hands reached up and felt her nipples through 
the silk blouse.  A low moan escaped her throat before 
she pulled her hands away and leaned against the rim 
of the sink.  She took three deep breaths then turned 
and opened the door.

The walk back to her seat seemed to take forever.  
With every step her breasts would bounce and sway 
gently.  The soft silk would rub her nipples keeping 
them hard.  She deliberately looked straight ahead.  
She admitted to herself that she was not sure which 
she feared the most' that everyone was looking, or 
that no one was.  She could feel the heat of her blush 
spreading over her face, then down her neck and across 
her chest.  When she got back to their seats Martha 
stepped over Frank's legs and sat down.  Frank held 
out his hand and she placed her wadded up bra in it.

It was getting late, and most of the passengers were 
beginning to settle into their seats trying to get 
some sleep.  Frank signaled one of the flight 
attendants and asked for a blanket.  He spread the 
blanket over himself and Martha then put his arm 
around Martha and pulled her close.  They sat for a 
minute and Martha enjoyed the closeness of their 
bodies.  Then Martha felt Frank gently pulling her 
blouse out of her skirt.  She tried to push his hands 
away.  He whispered in her ear.

"If you try to fight me you will make a commotion and 
everyone will notice what is going on."  She stopped 
trying to push him away.  As a child she had been 
admonished not to 'make a commotion' almost as often 
as to not 'make a scene'.  She closed her eyes and 
tried to pretend that she was asleep. Frank pulled her 
blouse out from her skirt, then unbuttoned it.  She 
felt his hand move up her stomach then across first on 
and then the other of her breasts.  Despite her 
attempts to feign sleep her breathing quickened and 
she suppressed a moan only with the greatest of will 
power.  This was the first time in her life that 
someone else touched her breasts.

With the blanket pulled up around their necks, and 
Martha pretending to be asleep, Frank pinched and 
pulled her nipples working them into ever greater 
states of excitement.  He heard a faint whimper when 
he abandoned her nipples and ran his hand over her 
trembling stomach to the waistband of her skirt.  
Martha was wearing a skirt given to her by Frank, it 
was long enough to be modest, but had buttons all the 
way down the front.  She realized what he was going to 
do, and grabbed his wrist with both hands.

"Please," she whispered, "don't do that."  Frank 
ignored her plea, and unbuttoned her skirt from top to 
bottom.  Martha realized that she was now naked 
beneath the blanket.  Frank wrapped one arm around her 
so he could continue to work her nipples while he 
gently pushed her legs apart and caressed the inside 
of her thighs, coming close but not quite touching her 
warm wet pussy.  Martha gave up all resistance and 
relaxed, allowing her legs to open even further.  
Frank slipped his hand over her bushy growth of pubic 
hair and slid his fingers across her clit and down 
over her cunt lips.

"Oh God!" Martha caught her breath at his first touch.  
She laid back in
Frank's arms and concentrated on the feelings coming 
from her breasts and pussy.  She tried to block out 
the vibrations of the airplane, and the sounds of 
people all around them.  Martha let her eyes open just 
a crack, and saw one of the female flight attendants 
walk by and grin at her.  Oh God, she thought, that 
woman knows what he is doing to me.  She could feel 
her face and chest turning red with humiliation.  How 
could Frank do this to me?  

Just then his finger slipped past her outer lips and 
into her hot, wet, eager cunt.  She squeezed her eyes 
shut and began to gently rock her hips, fucking her 
self on his fingers.  Frank slipped a second finger 
into her and Martha was thankful she had practiced 
having 'quite' orgasms when she touched herself at 
night with her parents in the room right across the 
hallway.

She grabbed his wrist with both hands, but this time 
she pulled it harder against herself as she fucked her 
pussy on his fingers.  Her Cunt muscles clutched at 
Frank's fingers and with a quiet "UUNGGHH... UUNNGGHH" 
Martha's body tightened.  For the first time in her 
life Martha had an orgasm induced by someone other 
than herself, her whole body was washed with a wave of 
pleasure she never could have imagined.  

She relaxed totally and with her eyes still closed, 
enjoyed the feel of Frank's fingers gently moving in 
and out of her open wet cunt, while she listened to 
the drone of the jet engines and the murmur of voices 
from seats around her.  Martha rode Frank's fingers to 
another orgasm, then fell asleep under the blanket.  

She woke up with a start, it took her a few minutes to 
realize where she was.  When she remembered that she 
was naked under the blanket and that her new husband 
had finger fucked her with all these people around the 
feelings of humiliation and shame overwhelmed her.  
Tears began to flow down her cheeks as she began to 
button her blouse.  She jumped when Frank spoke to 
her.  His eyes were closed and she had assumed he was 
asleep.

"I didn't tell you to button your clothes."  He said 
quietly.  Martha froze in mid button.  Her mind 
rebelled against the implication that she could not 
button her blouse without Frank's permission.  She 
took her hands away from the buttons before she spoke.

"You shouldn't do these things to me." She whispered.  
"It's indecent to do this in public.  I can't lay here 
with only a blanket."  Her objections died down as 
Frank reached over under the blanket and began to 
caress her breasts.  He worked her nipples until they 
were both hard.  One of the female attendants walked 
by and Frank spoke to her.

"Could you help me with something?" he asked her in a 
low voice.  Martha noticed it was the same one that 
had grinned at her earlier.

"Of course I can." She said, grinning at Martha again.  
Martha blushed with shame and humiliation.  The 
blanket bulged and moved as Frank squeezed and pulled 
on her nipples.  Frank had one arm around her back 
holding her right arm, while he manipulated her 
nipples with his other hand.

"My new bride and I are on our honeymoon, and I would 
like your opinion about something."

"Congratulations." She winked at Martha. "I kinda 
guessed that."  She licked her lips and smiled at 
them..

"Do you think these-" Frank suddenly pulled the 
blanket down to the middle of Martha's stomach 
exposing her bare breasts.  "-are nice looking tits?" 
Martha struggled trying to pull the blanket back up, 
or at least cover herself with her hands, but found 
her arms were being held down by Frank. Marsha blushed 
a bright crimson that spread over her face, then down 
her neck and across her chest, clear down to her hard 
nipples.  

Her struggles died down, despite the shame and 
humiliation, or maybe because of the shame and 
humiliation her nipples were getting harder than they 
had ever been before.  Her cunt was so wet she could 
feel it oozing out onto her thighs.  The attendant 
swallowed and licked her lips showing more interest in 
Martha's tits than would be expected from a 
heterosexual.

"They're beautiful." Was all she could say.

"Why don't you touch them?  Se if they feel as good as 
they look?" Frank suggested to the attendant.  Martha 
thought she was going to die.  'How could he do this 
to me?' She asked herself. Followed by 'Why am I 
getting so wet?'  Martha tried to pull away when the 
woman's hands touched her breasts, but Frank held her 
tight with her arms penned to her side.  The attendant 
gently squeezed Martha's breasts, then 'bounced' them 
in the palm of her hands like she was trying to judge 
their weight.

"I...I...have to go back to work." She said 
reluctantly releasing Martha's breasts.  Frank covered 
Martha with the blanket.

"You can button up your blouse and skirt now."  Martha 
straightened up and buttoned her cloths as best she 
could by feel.  Tears were once again streaming down 
her cheeks.

"Why are you doing these things to me?" she whispered 
through clenched teeth.

"Just for the fun of it." He responded.  "You've got 
to learn to relax and enjoy yourself."  He smiled at 
her, "If you don't your going to lead a really 
miserable life."

"I don't want to do this.  I want to go home."  She 
was beginning to sob gently.  Frank took her in his 
arms and stroked her hair while he talked softly in 
her ear.

"You will do everything I tell you to do." He told 
her.  "If not you will be punished.  It's because I 
love you that I must train you to obey."  He gently 
pushed her away and wiped the tears from her face.  
"Now for you next lesson, I want you to go into the 
restroom and take off your cloths.  When I knock twice 
let me in."

"No.  I can't do that."  She pleaded with him with her 
eyes.  "Please don't make me do that."  Frank held her 
head with a hand on each cheek and looked into her 
eyes.

"You will do it, and you will do it now.  If you don't 
I will drag you to the restroom by your hair.  Just 
think how that will look to all these other 
passengers."  When he released her, she rose from her 
seat and walked to the restroom.  She was beginning to 
tremble and could barely get the door latch open.  
Once inside Martha started shaking violently. 

'Oh my God' she prayed, 'what have I gotten myself 
into?'  She had no doubt that Frank was going to come 
into the restroom and have sex with her.  Being groped 
under a blanked and fucked in the airplane restroom 
was a far cry from her 'wedding night' fantasy.  She 
locked the door and looked at herself in the mirror.

What she saw startled her.  Red eyes from crying, hair 
going every which way, blouse miss-buttoned, the top 
button of her skirt was not even fastened, her hard 
nipples plainly visible through the thin silk of her 
blouse, she looked like she had just had sex.  It 
would have been obvious to everyone she walked by on 
the airplane.  She was overcome with more waves of 
shame and humiliation.  

How can he be doing this to me?  I love him.  I 
thought he loved me.  She sat on the toilet seat and 
rested her head in her hands.  Mixed with the pain of 
her shame and humiliation was the memory of how 
wonderful it felt when he touched her, and though she 
was not ready to admit it, how wonderful it felt when 
the women touched her.

Her entire body jumped when she heard the gentle knock 
on the door, she yanked her hand out from between her 
legs.  How did that get there?  Two more gentle knocks 
on the door.  NO. I won't let him in.  I must put a 
stop to this.  I will stay in here until the plane 
lands, then I will get the next plane back home.  She 
heard a scraping sound followed by a click, and the 
door swung open and Frank stepped in.  He shut the 
door behind him and locked it again.

"You didn't think they would build these things 
without a way to bypass the lock do you?"  The 
question was obviously rhetorical.  "Why haven't you 
taken your cloths off?  I expected to come in here and 
find you naked."

"I can't do this anymore.  Please don't force me. As 
soon as we land I want to take a plane home."  Tears 
were flowing again.  Martha was trying to ignore the 
fact that pussy juice was also flowing.  Frank pulled 
her to her feet and began to unbutton her blouse.

"You just do what your told and everything will be 
fine.  You'll have plenty more of those wonderful 
orgasms and we'll all have a lot of fun."  He pulled 
Martha's blouse off her, then unbuttoned her skirt.  
Soon she was standing before him naked.  Martha had 
rarely been naked even with herself, much less someone 
else.  She flushed red again as her skirt fell to the 
floor and Frank lifted her up and sat her on the edge 
of the sink.  

"It's time to fuck now."  His crudeness added to her 
feelings of humiliation and shame.  It also added to 
her feelings of lust.  She watched with growing 
interest as he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants.  
As his pants fell to the floor, Martha's mouth hung 
open as she stared at his hard cock.  Frank lifted her 
legs up and pushed them apart opening her wet cunt.

"Hold your legs." He ordered her.  Martha put a hand 
under each knee and held her legs up and apart as she 
watched Frank grab the base of his hard cock and begin 
to rub his cock head up and down her pussy slit.  She 
could see the lubrication from her pussy as it began 
to glisten on his cock head.  Martha began to rock her 
hips forward each time Frank's cock head reached the 
top of hr pussy to increase the stimulation of her 
clitoris.  Each forward rock was accompanied with an 
almost inaudible moan.  

She watched in fascination as Frank began to work the 
head of his large cock into her open wet cunt.  She 
pulled her legs further apart to open herself more for 
him.  Soon his hard cock was sliding in and out of her 
eager young pussy.  It didn't hurt, she thought with 
amazement, they said it would hurt the first time.

Each time Frank thrust his large cock into her hot wet 
cunt her cunt lips would be pulled into her cunt, 
pulling her clit down against the top of Frank's hard 
cock and bringing her closer and closer to her first 
fuck induced orgasm.  She watched intently, panting 
with lust and moaning loader than before.  She was 
entranced by the sight of an object that big sliding 
in and out of her body.  As her orgasm peaked Martha 
wrapped her arms and legs around Frank and locked her 
lips to his thrusting her tongue into his mouth and 
moaning loudly.  The peak passed and Martha took her 
mouth away from Frank's.

"Oh God that was good."  She said, as she leaned back 
against the mirror again so she could once more watch 
the giant cock fucking in and out of her hot cunt.  A 
sheen of perspiration covered both of their bodies.  
Frank picked her up and held her by her butt while he 
thrust deeply into her.  Martha wrapped her arms 
around Frank's neck and her legs around his waist.  
They kissed deeply while Frank's muscles tightened 
rhythmically.  Martha could feel his huge cock pulsing 
inside her as he shot her cunt full of hot cum.

Frank sat Martha back down on the edge of the sink and 
leaned against her as he let his cock rest inside her.  
She clung to his body, and rested her head against his 
shoulder, luxuriating in that special 'just fucked' 
feeling. Frank gently caressed her back, and ran his 
hands over her hair, holding their naked bodies close.  

After a few minutes Frank pulled his half hard cock 
out of her cunt and they both watched as a stream of 
his cum and her lubricant flowed out of her pussy and 
puddled on the counter.  Martha covered her mouth with 
her hand and giggled at the sight.  Frank pulled two 
paper towels out of the dispenser and handed them to 
Martha.

"You will be expected to have warm wet washcloths and 
towels available to wash your partner after fucking." 
He instructed her as she took the proffered towels.  
She moistened one of the towels with warm water and 
knelt in from of Frank to wash his shrinking cock.  
She took her time, this being her first opportunity to 
examine a cock. By the time she was finished it was 
beginning to grow hard again.

"Now kiss it."  He instructed her.  She hesitated, 
then gently kissed the tip of his manhood.  While she 
was still kneeling Frank pulled up his pants.  After 
zipping and buckling up Frank picked up her blouse and 
skirt then turned to leave the restroom.

"You wait here." Was all he said to her before he 
closed the door.  Martha felt shame and humiliation 
crashing back down on her.  She had felt loved and 
cared for while they were making love, but to be left 
kneeling naked in the middle of an airplane restroom 
was degrading.  She got off her knees, grabbed some 
toilet paper, cleaned herself, then sat down on the 
toilet.

What, she wondered, was going to happen next?  Barely 
had she asked herself that question when the door 
opened and the flight attendant who had caressed her 
breasts stepped inside and closed the door behind her.  
Martha heard the lock on the door click.  She crouched 
over on the toilet seat and tried to cover her 
breasts.

"What are you..." Was all she could get out.  The 
attendant grabbed her by the arms and picked her up 
off the toilet.  She enveloped Martha in her arms and 
cut off her question by inserting her tongue into 
Martha's mouth.  The attendant's hands roamed over 
Martha's back and sides as her tongue explored the 
inside of Martha's mouth.  Martha's arms were in 
between herself and the other woman, and she tried to 
push her away.  The attendant was much stronger than 
she looked.  

She easily held Martha in her arms as she kissed her 
deeply and began to massage her butt cheeks.  The 
attendant demonstrated her strength by picking Martha 
up and setting her on the edge of the sink without 
breaking her deep kiss.  As she pushed Martha back 
against the mirror she let her mouth slide off 
Martha's and began to plant wet kisses down her neck 
as she lifted Martha's legs and pushed them open.

"Please, don't do this.  I don't want to do this." 
Martha pleaded.

"Your...husband...said...it...was...OK." The attendant 
spoke between kisses as she worked her way towards 
Martha's firm young breasts.

"But I don't want to do it." Martha insisted.  The 
attendant stopped kissing her breasts for a moment and 
looked at her.

"I'm not going to hurt you honey.  What I'm going to 
do will make you feel real good."

"But..." The attendant held up her hand to silence 
Martha.

"I'll make a deal with you.  You look at your watch 
and when three minutes are up if you still want me to 
stop then I will."  Without waiting for a reply the 
attendant leaned over and sucked Martha's right nipple 
into her mouth and tongued it with obvious expertise.  
At the same time she moved her hands up the inside of 
Martha's thighs and began to insert her left 
forefinger into Martha's wet cunt while she gently 
circled Martha's clit with her right thumb.

Martha starred at her watch with determination.  She 
was not going to give into this.  When three minutes 
were up she was going to tell this woman to leave her 
alone.  She was going to demand her cloths back, and 
when the plane landed she was going to.... 

A loud moan escaped from Martha's throat as the 
attendant began to stroke her clit between her thumb 
and forefinger, and inserted a second finger into 
Martha's hot pussy.  She left Martha's right nipple 
and kissed her way over to the left one.  Martha began 
to rock her hips in counterpoint to the attendant's 
fingers fucking in and out of her sensitive cunt.

"No...no...no..." Martha's mouth continued to say 
'no', but her body was saying 'YES!'.  The attendant 
finished sucking on her left nipple and began to kiss 
her way across Martha's firm stomach toward her open 
legs.  She continued to work Martha's clit and pussy 
with her fingers while she kissed and licked her inner 
thighs right up to her cunt lips on each side.  

Martha hooked a hand under each knee and pulled her 
legs further back and apart, opening herself for the 
attentions of this nameless woman.  The attendant 
planted her hot wet mouth on Martha's hot wet cunt and 
began to flick Martha's clit with her tongue.  At the 
same time she reached up with both hands and began to 
massage Martha's breasts, paying special attention to 
Martha's hard nipples.  

Soon Martha was almost bouncing up and down on the 
edge of the counter humping her cunt against the 
attendant's mouth.   The attendant suddenly removed 
her mouth from Martha's wet pussy and looked up at 
Martha's face.

"It's been more than three minutes, do you want me to 
stop?" she asked.
Martha was panting and moaning.

"Oh God no, don't stop." The attendant resumed her 
ministrations to Martha's eager cunt.  Martha released 
her legs and grabbed the woman's head with both hands 
pulling the attendants face firmly against her pussy 
and humping her hips.  She was determined there would 
be no further interruption of this pleasure.

"Ohhh Goood. Ooohh Goood...." She chanted over and 
over again as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure 
washed through her body.  He whole body tensed, every 
muscle tightening, her leg's clamped around the 
attendant's head, she rose up off the mirror. 
"OOOOHHHHHGOOOOOOD" she whispered, then relaxed, her 
body gong totally limp.  The attendant stood up and 
pulled Martha into her arms once again, stroking her 
hair and back.

"That was wonderful. Wasn't it?"  The attendant asked 
Martha.

"MMMHHHMMM." Martha responded nodding her head as it 
rested on the woman's shoulder.

"I have to go back to work honey." The attendant told 
her.  "You just wait here and your husband will be 
right back in with your cloths."  The attendant 
unlocked the door, and started to leave.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Cathy." She turned and walked out 
the door shutting it behind her.

Martha turned and looked at herself in the mirror.  
How quickly my resolve disappeared once she got her 
mouth on me, Martha thought.  She reached down and 
gently ran a finger over her wet cunt and in small 
circles around her sensitive clit.  As she rubbed 
herself she closed her eyes for a minute remembering 
what it had felt like to have that wo... Cathy lick 
her most sensitive places.  

Then the voices started in her head.  'This is wrong. 
No matter how good it felt, it's a sin, a terrible 
sin.  It's evil, and if I go along with it then I'm 
evil and dirty.'  She stopped touching herself and sat 
on the toilet again.  The things she had been told 
while she grew up came rushing through her mind.  
Pleasure was the bait the devil used to get us into 
his trap.  

I'm being punished, she thought, for all those times I 
rubbed myself at night in my bed.  For all those 
secret pleasures I never told anyone about. Maybe this 
is my chance to redeem my self.  If I can just resist 
these temptations then maybe that will make up for all 
those times I've had given in and pleasured my self.  
She jumped when the door opened. Frank walked in.  She 
was relieved to see he was carrying a blouse and a 
skirt for her.

Martha dressed in the almost transparent blouse and 
short tight skirt that her husband had handed to her.  
Both were much to revealing for her tastes.  After she 
was dressed Frank handed her a pair of high heels.  
Martha looked at them dubiously, they were much higher 
than she was used to wearing.  Martha sat on the 
toilet and put the shoes on.  Frank took her hand and 
helped Martha stand up.  Her feet wobbled as she got 
used to the heels.  Frank reached into his coat 
pocket.

"One more accessory for you to wear." He announced as 
he pulled a diamond-studded collar from his pocket.  
Martha tried to back away, but found herself against 
the wall with no place to go.  Diamonds or not Martha 
did not want to wear a dog collar.

"No-" she said her voice cracking as she shook her 
head. "-no, please, no. Don't make me wear that."  She 
looked up at him begging him with her eyes to spare 
her that humiliation.

"Now Martha,-" he said, in a stern parental voice. "-I 
spent a lot of money on this diamond collar for you."  
Tears streamed down Martha's face as Frank placed the 
collar around her neck and buckled it into place.  
After buckling the collar Frank tested it by slipping 
three fingers in between the collar and her neck, 
then, after digging in his pants pocket, produced a 
small gold pad lock witch he placed on the buckle to 
keep the collar from being taken off.

Frank pulled Martha over in front of the sink and 
stood behind her as she looked at herself in the 
mirror.  As she watched their reflections Frank's arms 
surrounded her and his hands began to fondle her 
breasts.  As he tugged her nipples back into maximum 
erection Martha decided that, despite of the 
humiliation she was feeling, she did look extremely 
sexy.   

When Frank was satisfied with the erect-ness of 
Martha's nipples he released her breasts and held his 
arm out for her.  Martha took Franks arm and he walked 
her slowly back to their seats.  As she walked 
Martha's breasts swayed gently inside her sheer 
blouse. Martha looked straight ahead as they walked, 
not wanting to see the lust filled stares of the men.  
Nor did she want to see the smirks or looks of 
disapproval from the women.

"That's the slut who's been fucking her way to 
Hawaii."  She heard a female voice whisper as they 
neared their seats.  Martha could not remember ever 
being called a slut before.  Hearing the woman sent a 
blush to Martha's face, to her surprise it also sent a 
thrill through her body.

"Oh, by the way," Frank said as they sat down and 
fastened their seat belts for the landing, "I have 
invited Cathy to spend the weekend with us before she 
flies back to the mainland."

Semper vale et salve
Norm

The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.



  
BlushingBride