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How long had it been? Too long time since she had felt her lover's touch. It was just the two of them, this time. She spread her legs, watching his face as a smile spread across his lips. Her own lips responded with a tingle between her legs. He hadn't even touched her yet, and she found herself holding her breath until he did. He approached her slowly, too slowly. She bent her knees, pulling her legs back, leaning back on an elbow. She closed her eyes, waiting.
He wouldn't fuck her. Not yet. This wasn't an invitation for that. She knew that he enjoyed getting personal with her sex. He would smell her, grazing her clit with his nose. Then he would taste her juices and probe her with his tongue. He was getting nearer; she could feel his breath. She reached down with a hand and spread her lips into a little bud, a little flower all wet with her juices.
It felt cold as it entered her, sending shivers through her. And again. Three more. She opened her eyes as he raised his index finger, teasing her with just the sight of it. It seemed massive. It felt.long. Another finger, and she felt full. She could feel her cunt leaking freely now, opened by his fingers, which were pressing inside of her at angles she had never felt before. He licked around her sex while his fingers were.mashing within. She fell backwards, closing her eyes again, her sex gifted to him for his pleasure.
He withdrew his fingers. His face descended to her crotch, and his tongue began to extend.it seemed everything he had was long. She felt him tease her clit, now sliding up and down her opening, gathering her juices. Then, his tongue parted her, and she could feel him inside, his mouth pressed against her cunt. She knew he would withdraw and begin the tease all over again. It was his style. And then, he did. It wasn't a feeling that would drive her to orgasm; it would just drive her crazy from frustration. She leaned her head forward, and opened eyes to see him once more. The darkness of his skin contrasted with the whiteness of her shaved.pussy, he called it. His dark hands slid down her inner thighs before stretching her lips open and again entering her with his tongue.
His eyes opened and looked directly into hers, his white eyes peering at her just above her cunt. The contrast of his skin with hers made her fearful for some reason.maybe society had put a wall in the possibility that she could do this. And maybe that was why it turned her on so fiercely that she was giving herself to a black man.
But for now, it was more of a black and white world than she could have ever imagined, and she was ready to move ahead to his big black cock thrusting in her cunt. He raised his head, and her black and white vision.exploded into color! He backed away from her cunt, smiling with a red cherry between his teeth. He shifted slightly forward, biting on the cherry, its juices dribbling onto her untanned cunt. She didn't think any of the cherries would have lasted in there the way his fingers had been searching and squeezing within her.
He left the juices there. Was it staining her skin? He moved so fast. His cock.had it grown? She didn't remember it being so big, or him quite so dark. But his balls she remembered, huge, hanging in a giant sac from his groin, and as he thrust inside her, they slapped against her ass. She.
Woke up. "Hayley. Are you alright?"
"Huh, what?" Her heart was racing. Where was he? Had she been caught?
"It looked like you were having a nightmare. The bed was shaking so hard you woke me up."
A glance at the clock.3:00 a.m. Great. She always had problems getting back to sleep if she woke up at night. She realized that she was soaked between her legs, and that her husband was expecting her to say something.
"Steven, I must have been dreaming about something, but I can't remember what." He rolled over. She knew he would be asleep within a minute. Her bladder was full, so she got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She felt bad for the lie. It was that dream. It was back. She couldn't recall having the same dream over and over again except perhaps a dream about a haunted house back when she was in grade school, and now.what? The mystery man.four, five times in the past two months?
She flushed the toilet, and looked at herself in the mirror which covered the wall behind the sinks. The nightlight was enough. Her hair was a mess. She was hot, almost to the point of being sweaty. Her skin was flushed in red splotches, and her cunt was.needy. She reached a hand between her legs. She remembered her dream in a haze and entered it gently. Her body was on the bed, and his cock spread her wide as it entered. She was aware of her image in the mirror, like another person, leaning with one hand against the countertop for support. Her tits began to jiggle slightly, and her nipples had hardened... if they weren't hard already. She looked up to see her face. As orgasm approached, she opened her mouth. Why? She didn't know, but she always did. She closed it quickly hoping to not make any noise. And she came.
Hayley woke up several hours after Steven had left for work. She welcomed the morning and then felt the guilt. Her dream returned to her, and she recognized it for what it was. Desire. But she loved Steven. She never wanted to do anything to hurt him. And that was why she felt guilty. It was the curse of Dr. Gilliam.
Despite the hell of the experience, the threat of being controlled, of being used sexually by another person. She couldn't understand it, but it was if she had never felt more alive. She didn't like being forced into.things. But she had never been challenged like that before.challenged to give herself to others.challenged to find a way out. And she had. From one of the least likely and strangest turns in life, she felt a certain charge. And it had changed her in a way. She knew that she was capable of so much more than life as a wife and mother required. It was like she was ready to lead a corporation, but there was no place she could get the same job.
She wasn't certain why it was the black man who had recurred in her dreams. She had enjoyed them all. And if she were to choose her favorite, but most hated, moment, it was when she let Dr. Gilliam fuck her in his office. Just the two of them. The other men had fucked her, but Dr. Gilliam had fucked with her head, and she didn't know if she would ever forget the feeling.the realization.of that first time when she had stripped let another man have her. He had raped her mind, and sex would never be the same. If she hadn't burned the tape, she could have had Steven repeat the scene. This was pointless.
Steven had been great, and she couldn't ask for more from a husband. She wondered sometimes if she was wearing him out. They used to have sex two or three times a month, and now it was several times a week for three weeks of the month. And she wanted it during the fourth. She had to give the doctor credit. He had been imaginative. It had become difficult for her to imagine new sexy ways for her husband to find her when she came home. There had been a few good ones, of course, but after today, she didn't know what she would do to surprise and entice her husband. There was something about her now that fought against the idea of retiring to the bedroom and making love. She wanted excitement.
At 4:30, Hayley returned to the house with her friend, Sandy, a lady who lived in an adjacent neighborhood and who Hayley paid as a personal trainer. It wasn't that exercise was so difficult; it was just hard to make herself do it sometimes. And her friend had helped that by making her feel guilty if she didn't show. Over the months, they had shared a bit about each other, and the subject had turned to sex in rather vague ways, mostly jokes at their husbands' expense. Until Hayley had asked her for a favor.
She went upstairs, showered, and returned to the den where her friend Sandy was waiting. Sandy's eyes went wide at the sight of Hayley, but.there was no avoiding it for this to work. She was naked, and she was more than a little uncomfortable about being seen by her friend. She wasn't interested in "girls," and she hoped that this would be something to laugh about later in their workouts, rather than an obstacle. Still, an itch was an itch.
"You're really going through with this, then?" Sandy asked.
"Yeah. You doubted?"
"As a matter of fact, I didn't think you would. But, here you are in the buff, so it looks like you will. And, I suppose it's good to see that the exercises are working. You're nicely toned."
Hayley had been looking at the cardboard box sitting on the floor, but looked up at this compliment. "Thanks. Steven's noticed, too. And that's helped my motivation. Look, I hope you're not too embarrassed, because I know I am. But I couldn't wear a robe. Clothing doesn't quite fit the scene. And it will add to the mystery after he opens the box."
"So, how do you want to do this?"
"I've only thought about it; I hadn't really tried it out. But we need to now. He should be home at any moment."
With that, Hayley stepped into the box. She crouched on her knees while Sandy closed the box over her to make sure she would fit. She did, barely.
Sandy said, "So, when he opens it, you're going to pop out?"
"Yeah." Hayley popped up, but not quite with the enthusiasm she would later.
Sandy's lips began to smirk. "Would you take a suggestion? It's kind of risqu‚."
"Sure."
"Get back in the box. Let me get you a couch pillow. Now lay on your back and pull your legs up. Will you fit?"
Hayley was surprised by Sandy's indirect forwardness, but she understood the pose. When Steven opened the box, her legs my come out slightly, but the first thing he would see is her cunt. "Will the flaps close?"
They did. Sandy opened it, and quickly turned her head, laughing. "Yeah, that, uh.works. You know, since you're going that far, I don't suppose you would have a vibrator? It would sort of be.the icing on the cake, I guess."
Hayley grinned, noticing that it "worked" for Sandy, too. Her nipples were sticking up behind the thick material of her workout tights. She ran upstairs to get one of her vibrators. When she returned, she saw that Sandy had found a magic marker and had been writing on the box flaps. She couldn't see what. She was about to ask when she heard the garage door begin to open.
Her heart raced as she and Sandy made eye contact for a moment, and then she quickly stepped into the box. She was too shy to insert the vibrator with Sandy watching, but she found that she could reach around her legs and would be able to. The box flaps closed over her. "Hurry!" She inserted the vibrator, which had no problem with lubrication. She didn't realize she had been turned on while naked in front of her friend and.she didn't want to pursue that avenue. She was hetero, all the way. She could hear Sandy taping over the seam. once, twice. Then she heard the car door slam and the garage door open begin to descend. "Go!"
"Good luck! Maybe we'll try this at my house." It took Hayley a moment to realize she meant putting Sandy in a box.
Hayley heard Sandy shut the front door just as the garage door finished closing. Good. Steven shouldn't have heard anything. Hopefully, he would hurry. She hadn't thought of cutting air holes.

Steven had the usual afternoon tiredness he always felt coming home from work. It always seemed to take an hour to recharge before he would be up to whatever Hayley wanted to do or talk about. That is, unless the sexpot was waiting for him. Her desires were more often after dinner now, which suited him fine. He rounded the last corner on the way to his house and slowed as he approached the mailbox. It was a thick stack of bills and junk mail, and he put it on his seat. He pressed the garage door opener and eased the car up the driveway.
Entering the kitchen, he tossed the mail onto the counter, but saw that he had a note, folded like a table tent. The writing wasn't Hayley's and it looked written hastily. "Strip completely. Then proceed to the den." Aha. She's up to something. It had been a while since one of her "events," and he was beginning to miss them. He quickly removed his clothes, his cock already fully hard without touching it. He entered the den expecting.he hoped it wasn't guests.and stopped. A cardboard box was between him and the stairs, and it had writing on it. Feminine writing, but not by his wife's hand.
"FRAGILE! BUT HANDLE ROUGHLY. OPEN IMMEDIATELY." Of course he would. He knew his wife was inside. He found some scissors in the kitchen and began cutting along the tape seam. The box flaps more or less sprouted open as his wife's feet emerged. Had his eyes been closed, he still would have been able to guess what he would find, because the smell of Hayley's sex wafted into his nose. One hand was slowly working the vibrator in and out of her cunt, and the other was rubbing and pulling one of her cunt lips.
As was usual in these games, her eyes were closed. Maybe she liked to imagine it was a stranger.whatever worked for her. The problem was that there was no easy way to fuck her. And she looked "into" whatever she was fantasizing.

Hayley was relieved to hear the box flaps open, and the sudden rush of cooler air was welcomed. But Steven wasn't saying anything. She expected him to say.something. That meant he was looking at her, or maybe he was getting undressed. No, she didn't hear anything. He was watching her, then. Her original plan had been to pop out of the box, strip his pants down just enough, send him to floor and screw him. But she couldn't quite do that from this position. A mischievous grin crossed her thoughts, and she hoped it didn't reach her face. So she decided she would just give him a show, and the thoughts that were leapt to her mind didn't surprise her at all.
She began imagining herself speaking aloud to Steven. "Hey, honey. You know I love you, but there's something you need to know. Can you see my cunt? Are my lips swollen and red? Is it wet all over my smooth skin? Well, for all these years, this cunt has been yours to enjoy. But guess what I'm thinking about? You don't know it, but other men have had the exact same view. Well, almost. I wasn't using the vibrator. I was spreading my legs so they could fuck me. And guess what? It wasn't just one on one. It was a gang bang. And see this vibrator? I'm not thinking about your cock. I'm thinking about the black guy whose name I never learned. His cock was the same size as this vibrator, which is larger than yours, by the way. And his balls! They were huge! Everybody watched as he fucked me good. He was hard for me to watch because I had so much cum on my face from the other guys. My eyelids were sticky. He fucked me hard and.did I mention how big he was? He stretched me, even after the other guys had fucked me, he still stretched me. And it felt so good. Then he pulled out and shot a stream of cum all the way up to my head. And that was a shame, because I wanted to feel him cum inside me. In fact, I dream about it." She was working the vibrator faster now, the edge of her hand slamming against her sensitive skin. Her orgasm came quickly, as did her groans, which sounded foreign from the bottom of the box. She opened her eyes, just as Steven began shooting cum on her, most of it on her cunt, but some of it shooting beyond to her tits and.eyes. Ick. How ironic.
The payoff over, she realized how uncomfortable she was in the box and rolled it over to its side. She ended up on all fours, where she caught a brief but certain glance of Sandy's blonde hair disappearing from the edge of the window. Had she stayed to make sure Steven opened the box? Maybe at first, but. The next workout was going to be very awkward. And wait a minute, she had seen Steven! Well, that.
Nasty thoughts filled her head, but the word she was stuck with was "friend." Human nature. Curiosity and an invited cat. What was done was done.
"Okay, who did it?"
"Huh?" Hayley turned to face Steven.
"Who taped you inside the box? Somebody saw you naked. I'd like to know who it was."
Hayley considered her answer. She had anticipated it, but Steven's commanding tone deserved another response. "A few guys who showed up wanting landscaping work. I didn't pay them, but they left happy." She threw Steven an evil smile, gave his cock a quick squeeze, and headed to the kitchen to get a paper towel to clean up a little. Ahhhh. She saw a note. Sandy was clever, the wench. She probably had planned to watch..
Steven followed Hayley into the kitchen, admiring her ass and watching as she wiped herself clean. She went upstairs to get dressed, and he picked up his clothes, intending to change into something more comfortable. Then he saw the mail. He picked it up and carried it to his computer desk.
He unfolded the bundled mail, finding a letter addressed to himself on top. It was unusual, because there was no stamp, no markings from the post office, no return address, and his name was typed. Who had a typewriter these days? Underneath was "Personal and Confidential."
He opened the envelope, half expecting it to be a joke from Hayley, possibly a set-up for what he had found in the den. It was a picture, printed from a color printer, of his cock cumming on Hayley's face. He recognized it from their videotape. It was somewhat grainy, but what was confusing was that they didn't have a video capture card. How had she imported the image? Well, who had sealed her in the box? Hayley was playing some kind of game, again, and it wasn't like HE was showing somebody their tapes. He tucked it away in a folder in his desk drawer and out of his mind.

Until the next day. There was another envelope. Good! If this was going to be a habit, it was something to look forward to. He parked in the garage and opened the envelope while still in the car. It was three folded pages with different pictures of Hayley, and it was clearly her, removing her bra, pulling her panties down, and kneeling on the floor, spreading her cunt lips. These weren't from video; they were pictures. And he hadn't taken them. The background looked somewhat familiar.a chart that pictured be a spinal column.that was it! It was Dr. Gilliam's office. But he was off to the nut house or to jail. Who would have this? And know where to send it? His first impulse was to confront Hayley with it. But there was obviously more to the story. And he was about certain that Hayley was not behind this. He would give it another day.
Through the next day, Steven's thoughts were consumed with anger, jealousy, and mistrust. And he didn't particularly like that he was turned on by the pictures. But he was. It seemed the longest day before he began the drive home.
He opened the mailbox, expecting it to be there. It was, and he opened it. A website address. There were no pictures in the envelope, but he knew to dread the worst. Hayley wasn't home, probably on an errand. He booted his computer and went to the website. "H A Y L E Y" appeared in bright yellow flashing letters. Below it were a variety of thumbnail images. Some he recognized from their videos. Some were old Polaroids he had taken of her. The rest. He had expected another chapter to the mystery letters, and this confirmed his suspicions. Looking at the pictures, he presumed it was the doctor that was fucking her. His face wasn't shown, but the room almost had to be his. Scrolling down the screen, he found several videoclips. The segments were short, but they were clear enough to show that while Hayley's face wasn't particularly encouraging, there was no denying that she was turned on. And some of his own video was there. Who would have had access to all of this except Hayley? How had she gotten copies of the doctor's pictures?
He had taken the doctor's photos of Hayley's breasts during his confrontation. He was certain that the doctor had turned them all over to him, yet here they were. The doctor could have scanned them before he took them though. So.the doctor had forced Hayley to fuck him. He had lied. It was the only thing that made sense. Steven didn't feel any pity for the man in his current state. But if the doctor fucked her, did Hayley even know about it?
But here was evidence. The survival of the pictures.the creation of a website.it was a question that had to be answered. Hayley would have to find out. Who was behind the pictures? He left the web site showing on his computer screen until Hayley returned. Maybe she could explain. He looked again at the screen. Wow. He grabbed some tissues, lowered his pants, and began stroking himself as he restarted the doctor's video sequence. He came twice before she returned home.

When Steven guided her into the study, Hayley's spirits collapsed on seeing the image on the computer. It was the same page the doctor had shown her when he had made her.beg him to fuck her. She should have been embarrassed with her husband obviously wanting an explanation, or angry at the unfairness of it all, or.something. But the only feeling that came over her was disappointment. In some ways, the conclusion to her problem had been her finest hour, despite the voices in her head that suggested living her fantasy had been pretty darn good. But the doctor had been firmly in her grip at the end. He had told her everything, and she had destroyed everything. At his house, in his office, on his computer, the videos, his files, anything and everything. But, here it was. It was a mystery. And the events that led up to it, she decided she had to explain to Steven. some of them anyway. And the events that followed. There were no pictures of her with the men at the doctor's house, she saw. It was best that she explain only the single infidelity forced upon her, and blended the later facts.
It was a long talk, and both of them were nervous about what awaited them both. It was obvious that somebody wanted something.
The next day, Saturday, as soon as the mail came, Hayley retrieved it. No envelope. They had both been hoping for a hint as to who was sending them. Steven had said that there weren't any stamps, and they had talked for over an hour about who it could be that put the letter in their mailbox. If it didn't come in the mail, then someone besides the postman had placed it there. And that meant that whoever it was took chances. They could catch him. And Hayley felt certain it was a "he", rather than a "she." Even as she thought it, the name "Sandy" came into mind, but.it couldn't be. Or anyone else. It wasn't like she had kept copies in the house that someone might find, like neighbors who fed their pets when they were away. And they were pretty good about hiding their adult toys and videos from prying eyes. So.who?
As she walked back to the front door, she saw it. It was taped to the wall. She pulled it off and yelled for Steven as she entered the house. Typed envelope. Typed letter. "Check the website again."
They did. It looked the same. Only, this time, there were two changes. The title said, "Hayley, Slut Neighbor," and there were a few new pictures at the bottom of the page. It was no great relief to have figured out who was behind it.
The pictures were again in splendid color, only, neither Hayley nor Steven had seen them before. Hayley on the deck naked except her "painted" swimsuit. Steven fucking her while she leaned over the deck rail. A hazy image of Hayley's breasts pressed against the glass door. Hayley suntanning nude. The answer was obvious just from the pictures. They were all taken from their next door neighbor's deck.
He had known they would figure it out, though. The message across the bottom of the screen had a form field for visitors to leave messages. The explanation for the form was what made them nervous. "Hayley and Steven are my next door neighbors. Hayley is a slut who is pretty brazen about showing her body. They know that I've seen them. They didn't know that I had a camera. And these other pictures. They're probably pretty embarrassed about them. So much so, in fact, that I think they'll do whatever I want, unless, that is, they want their friends and family to see these. And that's why I want your suggestions, because I think they're ours to command."
There was silence. She could tell Steven was getting angry, and then defeated. Over and over again. Much like herself. The first time had been a fantasy that grew to a nightmare that had to go away. This was just a nightmare.
She typed in the formfield, "F U C K O F F!" and was about to send it when Steven stopped her.
"No, let's talk about it. With him."
They disconnected their internet service, and the phone rang. Steven answered it.
"So, you tried my site. I've been waiting for a hit, figuring it would be you." It was Jack. The neighbor.
"Uh-huh. Why don't we talk. Can you come over?"

Jack was feeling his oats. His wife was oblivious to the goings on next door, which was surprising. The odds would suggest that at some point she would notice the slut doing her thing on the deck or that she would notice him peering over there all the time. He had waited long enough, though. He was getting tired of the distant, leaf blocked view.
Upon entering their house, he didn't notice any outright hostility. Maybe they would try to be nice and persuade him to give it up. But he held the cards. Certainly they knew that. He knew what their first question would be.
"What do you want?" Steven asked.
And he knew the second.
"How did you get the pictures?" Hayley asked.
Good. Good. "Don't you know what I do? I own and manage an internet service provider. The same ISP that a certain Dr. Richard Gilliam used. I pretty much mind my own business there, but when a site starts taking on bandwidth, it slows the server and we get unhappy customers. So, a site spiked. I checked it, only to find that the," he looked wolfishly at Hayley, "prime piece of wife meat next door not only flashes her neighbors but fucks around, too."
"So I kept checking the site for updates, but there weren't any. And then, as luck would have it, I had just finished handling a small emergency in the middle of the night, and I thought I would check out his site yet again. After all, if he kept up the volume, we were going to have to charge him extra or encourage him to move elsewhere. So I noticed the files were being deleted. Quickly. We have a backup server, though, and it was quite easy to copy the contents safely into my own hard drive space."
At this, Hayley just looked down at the floor, sinking her face into her hands. It was curious how she didn't seem to defend the material, or even be embarrassed about it. She only seemed miffed that he possessed it. "Slut" had been a pet term, in his own desirous way, but maybe it was right. Steven was speaking, "I'll repeat the question, what do you want?"
"A lot. I've thought about it. But first, here's what you'll get. I'll smudge or black out her face so she won't be recognized. Some of the shots will be free, and I'll post them across the web to draw business to the site. And then I'll charge for full access. And what people will be paying for is my," he reconsidered, "our. little plaything here. A customer wants to see Hayley a certain way.in a certain place.doing a certain thing.then she'll act it out, and you'll record it for me."
"What makes you think we'll do that?" asked Steven.
He grinned, and gave them a piece of paper. "This is why I waited so long. I had to research both of you. Parents, friends, employer, it's all there. And it would take mere moments to post your names and address right there on the web page. Don't cooperate, and the world will know. You figure the results."
Steven looked angry, but his features settled as he seemed to realize he had been outplayed before the game began. Hayley only had a glazed look on her face. Was she thinking about what would happen if all her friends and family knew, or was she thinking about what he was going to make her do? "How far is this going to go?" asked Hayley. Good. It was the latter.
"As far as what you'll be doing? I don't know. I guess it will be a test of the free enterprise system. What do they want? What will they pay? I can't place restrictions on what they suggest, but it will be in my interest to make sure you don't get harmed or arrested." He reached into his pocket. "This is a loaner. It's a digital camera. It will also take video for about a minute. Steven, come here and I'll show you how to work this thing."
Steven came over slowly, obviously distrustful and his face expressing more than a little distaste at his neighbor. That was fine. "And tell your wife to take off her shirt. I've been dying to see those tits up close." He watched as Steven thought for a moment, looked at his wife and nodded to her. Jack could see a moment of astonishment on Hayley's face as her husband was giving her the signal to bare her breasts to another man. He hadn't planned on seeing her naked so early, but.why not? He HAD been waiting to seem them up close. "And the bra, too!"
The shirt came swiftly over her head. She reached behind her back, and.he about came in his pants. This was better than a strip club. She wasn't used to exhibiting herself, and he didn't have to pay. And those breasts were.perfect. (www.asstr.org/~IdleHand/Contents/hayley.html) Her nipples were hard points, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was turned on. He reviewed the instructions with Steven while taking pictures. "Hey, that's good. Now raise your arms over your head." This was too easy. After he had taken about 30 pictures, he removed the data cartridge and handed Steven a blank. "I'll just keep this one for now. It will make for good intro shots, especially with a narrative about your agreement to do.anything." He laughed.
He moved closer to his neighbor, looked her in the eyes and reached for her breasts, feeling her nipples tickle the palm of his hands before he closed in on them, feeling their weight, their warmth. To see them was one thing, to feel them. She closed her eyes at his touch. He stepped behind her, cupping them both, while Steven watched, getting angrier. "Don't worry Steven. I won't fuck your wife.I'm afraid of disease." Hayley began to protest but he put his hand up to silence her. "I have no idea how many others she's fucked. I'm just looking forward to the pictures of who she fucks in the future. I'll be in touch."

Hayley kept a watch on the website. Within hours, Jack had posted the pictures of her tits, but, true to his word, he had either cropped her face from the picture of blanked it so that she wasn't recognizable. The walls behind her would be, but that was just a risk she had to accept.
She and Steven had debated means of getting out of this. Confronting Jack's wife had been the obvious solution. It would get him in trouble, but it wouldn't stop Jack from contacting their friends and posting their names and address on the site. In fact, it would seem to guarantee it.
Murder and arson weren't feasible alternatives. Jail didn't seem like a good option, and they weren't sure if being blackmailed would be an adequate cause. Besides, then the press would investigate and publish the whole sordid story.
Faced with no workable options, their conversation had turned towards what Jack might require that they do. The speculation didn't help matters. It made them both mad, and it proved to be a pointless speculation. After a fast, furious fuck, each had admitted that the perils ahead turned them on to a degree, but that it was just too dangerous. She told herself that she could make the best of a bad situation. She had before.
It was Wednesday that the website changed. Highlighted by a flashing arrow, it said, "Our first challenge has been received. Within three days, Hayley will stand in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart without a shirt or bra on. And she will hold a calendar pointing to the current day to prove that this slut is for real."
Hayley felt anxious, of all things. Not embarrassed. Relief, perhaps, on such a simple assignment. But there was an excitement to it. She called Steven in. After reading, he, too, looked relieved.
"Hayley, are you sure you can do this?"
"You know I can. I went through worse with the doctor, didn't I? If it weren't for that damned Jack forcing us, it might even be fun." She had a glimmer in her eye. Yes, it would be fun.
They waited until day three to do it, only to spite Jack and to avoid seeming eager. They went in the morning, when the sun was shining but the customers few. They drove around the parking lot several times and finally picked a spot where the store would be visible behind her, along with some parked cars. But the camera wouldn't show their van blocking her from the view of the majority of the parking area. Steven stood outside, and after making sure there was no one in the vicinity, he signaled Hayley and readied the camera.
Hayley stepped out of the sliding van door, wearing nothing but her sneakers and blue jean shorts. Steven was already clicking away before she opened the calendar and pointed to July 14th. Hayley couldn't help but smile at the obvious hard-on in Steven's pants. He continued to click away. When he finished with the camera, she gave her nipple a tweak just to tease him and quickly hopped back into the van, which was fortunate, because a traffic light must have signaled and cars were approaching fast.
Steven quickly entered the driver's seat and looked back at her half-
naked body. "I don't suppose you want to tease me some more?"
Hayley didn't say anything. The van was air-conditioned, and it had dark tinted windows except on the front window. Her silence caused him to look into her eyes, and then she grinned and reclined the seat, unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping just a twinge. Steven didn't seem to understand that it wasn't just a tease. She lifted her hips, unzipped fully, and began sliding her shorts down her legs...
"You can't mean." But she did. And he accepted the invitation.
The photos were quickly posted by Jack, along with their next mission: "Sure, the parking lot was easy. But let's see those bare tits where other people are more likely to see them! Pictures will arrive in three more days from a carpet golf course, one picture from each hole, in the evening when the course is full."
Hayley sighed, but her pulse quickened. It would be fun, but then, it wouldn't. A flash here or there was one thing, but using a camera at each hole would immediately draw attention to the subject of the photograph. She decided that bending over, bra-less, would meet the definition of "bare tits," and avoid public derision. However, her clothing didn't help.
Her assortment of tops was limited. A tank top didn't work because the neck was too high for a "bending over" shot. A string tied top worked great for the shot, but her tits stretched the fabric and would draw too much attention. In fact, any blouse she wore bra-less seemed inadequate as her 38 C's, in their unsupported state, seemed very conspicuous. Finally, they opted for the obvious, a bikini top. She would just have to flash the camera instead of letting Steven take a picture each time she bent over to pick up or place a ball. There just wasn't a way of doing this without making a scene.
So they went, but when most people were eating dinner. Three to four holes ahead of them were empty, and Hayley found it relatively easy to pose for the pictures. She would pretend to hug a plastic lion, and Steven would pretend to take a picture until he was sure no one was looking. Then she would flash a tit and move on to some other silly pose. This worked well for the first 9 holes, and the tenth hole was the easiest as they played through a tunnel. She pulled her bikini up over both breasts for the first time, and with a cheesecake posture, gave a wink and a smile. This was fun! And Steven enjoyed it, too. At the 12th hole, they noticed that a noisy group of teenage boys was playing several holes behind them, and not seriously. That meant they would either play very slow, or very fast. After flashing Steven while standing behind a fake waterfall, Hayley realized they were gaining, quickly.
At the 14th hole, they had caught up. Steven played his ball first, and when Hayley sank her putt, she crouched with her back to the boys, exposed her left nipple, and Steven quickly got the shot. It was at the end of the 15th hole as Hayley tried to nonchalantly repeat this flash that she realized the boys, well.late teens. had been suddenly quieted and were speaking in hushed tones. They were on to her.
She pulled Steven aside, and they agreed to let the boys "play through." The boys quickly finished the hole they had just played, and although they agreed to go on, each stole more than an idle glance at her breasts. She didn't mind it so much, but her nipples involuntarily hardened beneath the bikini fabric, which made them stare the more. They continued to play after the boys went ahead, but they were aware of at least two of the boys watching at all times. When she picked up the ball, she turned her back to them once again and flashed Steven, aware of the giggling behind her. At the 17th hole, there were still no good concealed places, so she was forced to do the same thing. The boys had not left the tee area of the 18th, and as she began raising the fabric of her bikini top for Steven, their whispering was almost in her ear. "Oh man, she is hot! You know he's getting an eyeful!" With this, Hayley looked back over her shoulder and smiled at the boys, and she was certain that Steven had the shot with them in the background.
The 18th hole was a problem. The problem was that she sunk her putt for a hole-in-one, and the boys now surrounded the area. There was no way she was going to be able to flash for the camera without one of them seeing her. In addition, the area beyond was full of teens and others paying for their games and waiting to start on the nearby first hole.
Steven apparently recognized the problem, and his solution was unexpected.
"Hey guys, I need your help. Would you stand next to my wife there at the hole. That's it. Two on each side." Hayley realized he had formed a wall of sorts between her and the crowd. "Hayley, put your arms around their shoulders. Good. Okay, you two closest to her. I think you know what I want you to do." He smiled, and nodded while looking at her breasts.
Hayley heard "oh, man!" and "yes!" on either side of her as she felt two hands lift her bikini. The boys made no pretense at posing for the camera, grabbing a quick feel of her breasts as they stared at them in disbelief. The boys on either end, not wanting to be left out, also grabbed her roughly, giving her a squeeze. Steven snapped the pictures, and it was a long moment before she realized that one of them had untied her bikini string at the back and another had pulled it away!
"Guys!"
As she reached for it, they pulled away, and she was aware that a few others nearby were now looking. She covered her breasts with her arms, and Steven quickly removed his shirt and placed it around her shoulders. She and Steven quickly headed to the van, followed by the boys. She spoke over her shoulder to them, saying "That's it guys. Show's over."
At the van, Hayley turned to make sure the boys weren't following them, and, although she wouldn't have minded another fuck in the van, she felt it was best to leave the area. As they drove past the course, Hayley saw that there were a number of faces were looking at them, some laughing and some.possibly hostile. What the hell. She didn't know any of them.
The following day, she leaned against the computer desk with Steven taking her from behind as they both gazed at the pictures on the website. She felt somewhat guilty for contributing to the delinquency of minors, but what Steven was doing to her made her forget about all that.

Jack was quite satisfied. The parking lot had been his idea and the golf was from someone at the site. Now he was getting all kinds of requests. How much could he get her to do? Those teens grabbing her tits had been a great surprise, and it hinted that she would comply with a lot of the requests on the site. And as Hayley appeared to be such a willing slut, he began asking himself why shouldn't he fuck her? A little safe sex.his wife would never know.but he wasn't sure yet. It was time to take someone's request and amend it slightly. If she would do this.maybe she really was his to do anything he wanted. He hadn't imagined that the possibilities would be so.open. He had expected compromises, like limiting pictures to their bedroom, but they seemed almost familiar with this sort of blackmail.

Steven awoke and checked the web site early. "Our slut has been very cooperative. And your requests have been.entertaining. But she doesn't know about them yet, because I do them one at a time. Next, Hayley will expose both her breasts and her cunt in a crowded bar. And just so she doesn't blend in for a quick flash, she'll wear a red dress, high heels, and bright red lipstick."

Hayley thought long and hard about this. And Steven did, too. They debated the time of day, the particular bar, possibly getting a pool table where it might be less crowded. the options went on and on. Finally, they decided just to get it over with and drove around, looking for the right place. Neither of them was in the habit of going to bars, even occasionally. After over an hour of driving, Hayley said, "That's it. This one."
Steven looked at the old metal building, painted blue and white, with the obligatory neon beer signs in the windows. There were a good number of cars parked out front, more than at some of the others they had seen. "Why this one?"
"Because it's nowhere near where we live and I want to get it over with. Here's the plan."
Steven entered the bar alone. He was surprised to find the bar counter so near the front. There were booths and pool tables around the side. The place was smoky, which he hated, and the bar was about half full. He sat at a table near the door, which was across a small aisle from the bar, opposite several empty stools. He noticed there weren't any women around. It was all guys - 20's, 30's, 40's. Not a rough bunch, but maybe an after work crowd. He hoped it wasn't a gay bar.then decided that it would probably be easier if it was. For Hayley, anyway.
She entered. It wasn't like a western movie when everything halts as someone enters the saloon. Only the guys at the bar noticed, but the conversation did stop. Hayley's red dress had a halter top, and the hem ended about mid-thigh. She had found some red high heeled shoes at a thrift store, and they made her look as expensive as they cost. No stockings. And the lipstick. Glossy.
Hayley walked up to a bar stool and sat down. Without a purse, it was sort of obvious she wasn't there to buy anything. A guy on the nearest stool, looking her up and down, asked, "Hey, lady, can I buy you a drink?"
Hayley spun her stool so that her back was to the bar, looked over her shoulder at him and said, "No. I'm just here to have my picture taken." The guy looked confused as she spread her legs on the stool and pulled the hem up. She pulled the top of her dress down and heard Steven clicking away. She had planned on about 3 seconds, but the first 2 seemed to last an hour. She abruptly hopped off the seat, kicked off her shoes and ran towards the door, pulling her dress back up in the process. Steven just beat her to the door to open it for her and followed behind. A drawn out "Daaaammmmmnnation!" echoed in her ears. Their van was parked just outside the door, illegally, but it had seemed appropriate, somehow. Within seconds, they were off as several men opened the bar door, watching them leave.
On the way home, Hayley took the camera to look at the pictures. Steven had taken nine, some of them including the quick strip and one of her hopping off the stool. She didn't realize until she saw the pictures that she had looked at the men at the bar the whole time she had adjusted her clothes, and a couple of the pictures showed that they weren't keeping eye contact. They were definitely checking her out. She had wanted to make certain that they didn't make any moves towards her, but the pictures suggested she was tempting them. It might have been easier to try to sneak some pictures in the bar, but she felt certain that the "show and go" was the better option. And the pictures did show.
The next challenge was a step backwards, thankfully. She enjoyed going to outdoor concerts, and the amphitheater was perfect for the shot Jack, or whoever, wanted. She wore a summer dress and no bra. Before the concert began, Steven left the seats and was a good number of rows back when she stood, turned around and bent over to look through her purse. The difficult part was Steven's, trying to take pictures of her and not have the camera swiped by security. But then, it wasn't their camera, so what the hell. She knew some people in the nearby seats could see her tits clearly, but she just pretended like she was completely oblivious and returned to her seat. Steven went several rows beyond her, and she repeated the scene, this time spreading her legs and discretely pulling her dress above her knees. By comparison, this was innocent fun.
After getting her picture taken topless at a restaurant drive through and flashing her cunt while leaning on a police car, Hayley had fallen into sort of a comfortable routine. The exhibitionist pictures were somewhat difficult, but Jack kept his word about distorting her face when he posted them. And the sex with Steven was hot and frequent. She couldn't complain.she just wished the neighbor wasn't a part of it. But at least he wasn't asking for more.intimate.pictures. Yet she knew, in time, he would.
Their next assignment was an elevator scene in a downtown hotel. The catch was that it was to be a glass elevator, with her riding naked. Completely without clothes. They only had several choices of hotels, and they finally found one that seemed like it could work. Steven went to the third floor of the atrium, where he stood along the rail, with a good angle toward the elevator. Hayley waited below for the opportunity to ride an elevator with no one in it, and no one in the area that was in sight of it. Fortunately, the elevator faced away from the registration desk, but it made her more conspicuous as she had to linger in the lobby area waiting for her moment.
Finally, the opportunity arose, and she stepped in, pressing the "10" button. She quickly moved to the glass wall, and as the elevator made it past the first floor, she dropped her dress and waved at Steven. The problem was at the fifth floor, when she felt the elevator begin to slow to a stop. Eyes wide, she dropped to the floor to gather her dress, which she had unfortunately stepped out of. As the doors opened, she picked it up, turned, saw that it was two men, and tried to keep a smile. "Excuse me" somehow escaped her lips, and she leaned over to press the "close door" button. But as she did so, she had stepped on the hem of her dress, and she lost her grip, exposing herself completely. They were at least gentlemen of a sort, in that they didn't rush the elevator.
She dressed quickly, pressed "8" and decided to take the stairs down to the third floor to find Steven. She had approached this as a game, almost. But it would not have taken much for those two men to. And Steven would not have been around to help. Stupid.

Jack had been doing his own research. He had been driving around town for hours, looking for the right place. And he didn't mind the time away from home. Hayley's pictures were causing him to rub his cock raw, and he was sore. On top of that, his wife seemed to notice that he preferred to be alone in his office than with her, and she was becoming quite a grouch. So even if the drive proved fruitless, it was good to be out, mixing business and pleasure.

The next challenge moved what Steven and Hayley had started calling "the game" to another level. The website read: "This time our horny housewife is going to a motel, with her husband. And they'll have sex there. Will anybody watch through the open window?"
"Huh?" was Steven's response. He hadn't anticipated being part of the scene. A short time later, Jack rang at the door. "Here's the key to the room and the address. Don't park in front of your room. Be there tonight at 10:00 sharp. Keep the lights on. You can leave at midnight. It had better be a good show, by the way." He turned and left, laughing to himself.
There hadn't been any mention of taking pictures, which meant that Jack, or someone else, would be doing that.

The motel was an old motor court and charged $29.99 per night. The neon "vacancy" sign was burnt out, and there were only several cars there, all parked near the office, which was dark. In fact, the whole motel was dark. There weren't even any streetlights or porchlights. It was a strange and creepy place. One of the cars was an El Camino, which seemed appropriate for this particular motel. There had been a swimming pool at some point, which was filled with dirt but still marked by a dilapidated fence overgrown by high weeds. The motel court was in three sections, made of concrete block, with chipping paint. It was a dump.
They arrived at 9:55, and parked. Steven walked to the room and unlocked it. He checked the closet and the bathroom to make sure that it was all clear. Then he waved Hayley in. The first thing they noticed was that the window would have to be "open," because the drapes had been removed. They wouldn't be having sex beneath the sheets, either, because all but the bottom sheet had been removed.
Just as the clock changed to 10:00, a vehicle approached, its headlights filling the room. The lights went off, back on, and off. "I guess that's our signal," said Steven.
Hayley leaned into him, giving him a kiss, her hand pressing against his cock. He didn't understand why he should be so turned on, especially as he had feared that he wouldn't be able to perform. But even had Hayley not seemed so cooperative, he found himself looking forward to what amounted to having sex on stage.
He turned with Hayley, so that he faced the window with her back to it. With the lights on inside the room, he couldn't see anything outside the window. But the sound of the vehicle was heavy, and he figured it was a large van or sport utility. That helped, because it likely blocked the view for anyone else at the road.
He had insisted that Hayley not dress sexy, just to tweak Jack and his "good show" instructions. He lifted her T-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Then he reached behind her for her bra clasp, which secured her plainest white bra, which fell away shortly. Hayley responded by unbuttoning his knit shirt and pulling it over his head, and then squatting to undo his shorts. She pulled the belt away, undid the button, and lowered his zipper. His pants fell to his ankles, and his underwear soon followed.
Hayley remained squatted, and began licking his cock. He didn't look into the van, but knew that all they could see was her back and his chest. Ha! And what Hayley was doing was really starting to feel good. His attention was broken by a quick flash of the headlights, and he knew what they wanted. All they had seen was Hayley's back, and they couldn't see any of the "action." He told Hayley to stand and then slowly turned her with his hands on her shoulders. As she turned, he was imagining more and more of her breasts being revealed to whoever was out there. Let them look. He was proud. He then reached around and felt for the button on Hayley's jean shorts. He then pulled the zipper down, and squatted, slowly removing her pants down her legs.
He reached between her legs and caught the front edge of her white panties with his fingers, and these he pulled down, too. He stood again, letting his hands trail over the curve of her hips, across her abdomen, cupping her breasts and then giving her nipples a gentle squeeze. He leaned in to kiss her neck. He became aware that there was a slight reflection of her in the glass, and he watched as his hands trailed down to her hairless cunt, where a finger found her clit. Found her wet clit.
She turned, moving him sideways for the benefit of the watchers, and she started sucking his cock. It was rare for her to do this, but this time, she seemed eager. And it was the show that he had always wanted. She looked up into his eyes, gave his cock long licks with her tongue, teased the head of his cock with her teeth, then sucked him in. It didn't take that long for those familiar feelings to start. "Whoa, Hayley. Stop. If I cum now, the show will be over until I recover."
At this, Hayley said, "awwwww. I haven't finished you with my mouth since college. This was your only chance." Then she hopped up to the bed, laying down, and more or less obscenely spread her legs.
"Hayley, how can you be so forward with someone watching?"
"Because," she thought, remembering she hadn't told him about the group at the doctor's house, "I'm turned on! Now suck me!"
Steven more or less dove in, as this was another rare offering from his wife. She enjoyed the tease and she loved the sex, but the oral stuff had never been a favorite. Flickering lights and a tug on his hair by Hayley caused him to lean his head to one side, so that whoever could see him lick his wife's cunt. While he was sure it made for a nice view, it was hard on his tongue to stay extended far enough to do the job but to keep his face from blocking the view.
He decided to let his fingers do the walking, laying next to her on the bed. He had admired her cunt ever since she had shaved it. Without the hair, it was a much more appealling place to play. He used both hands briefly, each pulling her labia apart. She was soaked, and he watched closely as he moved her lips to fashion a flower of sorts. Then he began rubbing his finger along her clit, slowly, delighting in the wiggling that it created in her. Then he slid a finger in, then two. And he headed for her G-spot. This caused Hayley to thrash somewhat on the bed and begin to moan. He could drive her to frustration this way, but he had never finished her off. It seemed like a good way to pass the time, though, and she certainly enjoyed it.
After five minutes, his hand was becoming cramped, so he withdrew his fingers, which were coated with her juices. He sucked his fingers, because she tasted good, and then felt a nudge to roll over. It was Hayley's show from this point.

Hayley was frustrated from the fingers within her. As always, he either couldn't stick with the rhythm or didn't stay in the right place, or.whatever. It just never worked. She had Steven turn so that his head was toward the door, but at angle to the window. Then she straddled him, grabbing his erection and lowering onto him in one sure stroke. As much as she liked foreplay and hated sex without it, there was nothing she liked better than the feel of a cock inside her when she was all warmed up and ready to go.
She leaned over, placing a breast at Steven's lips. She would have to make sure he didn't cum too quickly. He always did in this position, for some reason. She began grinding herself on his cock, making slow circles with hips and giving his cock a squeeze when it suited her. She lowered her breasts to his lips, alternating them, toying with him. He reached for a nipple and pulled it downward in a rhythm with her hips, sending shivers through her. And then he would bite slightly on her other nipple with his teeth, and.she moaned. She looked up and out the window as she continued circling her hips. She couldn't see the car, but she could make out her own reflection. It was a show she that was putting on.she could see it in the window. And somewhere beyond that window was.who was it? Was it Jack? Probably not. He didn't have a truck. Was it a man and his wife? A group of guys? Were they looking into her eyes, or at her breasts? Were they filming her, too? Would the blackmail ever end?
She could feel Steven tensing. Not yet, dear, she thought. She straightened and squatted on her feet, her hands on his pelvis. She began a slow, very slow descent on his cock, enjoying the feel within her as he penetrated within her. When she bottomed out, she slowly raised herself, taking joy in the pleasure that she saw in Steven's face. She was going much too slow to make him cum, but the feeling remained exquisite. She realized that she and Steven had never had sex in front of a mirror, and she returned her attention to the reflection in the window. She could see almost the full length of Steven's six inches, and watched as it slowly disappeared within her. And back up. And down. And back up. Her legs tired. Enough. She climbed off, getting on her hands and knees.
"Steven, fuck me now." She felt a hand on her hip and the other feel its way to her cunt. Then, suddenly, she was full. "Oh, yes. That's it, fuck me hard!"
Steven slowly retracted his cock, and she backed into him to re-state her desire. "Fuck me, dammit! Fuck me hard!"
It didn't take much verbal encouragement to get what she wanted out of Steven. He began pounding her, his cock filling her, his balls slapping against her. Her breasts swung with each thrust, her nipples grazing the bed sheet. She hated that she was doing this because of Jack, but this was so much more enjoyable than it had been with the doctor or his friends. It was just the two of them, except they were being watched. And it turned her on. "That's it! That's it! Harder! Fuck me! I want to feel you cum inside me. Her heart was racing, and she could tell Steven was about to cum. Then he pulled out, and just as she was about to express her anger, she felt a stream of cum land across her back, then another. Then she felt his hands rubbing his jism into her back.
She didn't want that! She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs, inserting two fingers, working her clit furiously. "Come here and kiss me!" Steven did, but then he moved to her breasts, which he cupped and began sucking. Then she heard him speak, and it surprised her. "That's it Hayley, fuck yourself with those fingers. Spread your legs wide, show them your pussy. Show them how hot a wife you are." She felt his mouth again at her nipples, and she wasn't going to be deprived of her climax. She bucked, causing Steven to bite her nipple slightly, but she continued through the pain as the orgasm hit and washed through her body. She remained there, aware of Steven petting her body, tracing the surface of her skin with the softest touch.

When she awoke, the lights were off. The window was open, and she was pretty sure that the vehicle was no longer outside the window. Steven was rubbing her back, her hips, and her legs, with a light touch. "What time is it?"
"It's a little after midnight. You've been asleep for about 15 minutes.
"When did the truck leave?"
"Soon after you climaxed and they realized that the show was over. I got up and turned the lights off, and away they went. But I saw them just before they turned on their headlights. It was a man and a woman. I didn't recognize them, but it wasn't Jack. There was no sign of a video camera, either. I was worried about that. You okay?"
"Yeah. At some point I'm going to have to sort out my feelings about all this. There's one part of me that says this has all been great fun, aside from the guys at the elevator. But then there's another part of me that wants to crush Jack."
Steven replied, "I know how you feel. In a way, it's like a gift that Dr. Gilliam gave us. Our sex life was rather stale before all this happened, and now."
"And now, there has to be a point when all of this comes to an end. I don't trust Jack, and eventually something bad is going to happen." It dawned on Hayley that her fantasy, being controlled sexually by another man, had changed. The sex was, she had to admit, an enjoyable context, but the feeling that she craved was to defeat her captor. She had beaten Dr. Gilliam. She could do it to Jack. Her romance novels had it all wrong, falling in love with the captor. In her favorite book, and in all of them it seemed, the heroine was captured and raped, then overcame her captive by making him love her. How silly she had been. If the historical fictions were written in a current setting, the same author would have people picketing her home. And be deserving of it.
She looked at her husband for several long moments, seeing the man who had captured her heart. He raised his eyebrows in question. "Steven, make love to me."

The website was again updated. There were a few pictures posted of Hayley sucking Steven's cock and of him fondling her breasts. But apparently, their audience was too distracted to take any other pictures. "I'll bet Jack is disappointed," said Hayley. "What's with the next mission?"
Steven read over her shoulder. ""Next, my slut neighbor will. well, just imagine. But I'll post the pictures afterward."
"I guess he'll let us know." Steven noticed that Jack was now accepting American Express and Discover, whereas before it was Visa and Mastercard. Business must be on the rise. It was a compliment. Of sorts.

Jack was feeling his oats. Hayley, he was now confident, would do whatever was needed. But it surprised him that Steven seemed just as willing. And they wouldn't know it, but he had them to thank for his newest, and largest, client. It had been accidental that it had worked out, but. Who would have known that when he was showing the prospect his computer server system, that this person would recognize the ongoing monitor on bandwith, and then have the curiosity to ask what website was drawing so much traffic? Jack hadn't claimed that the website was his, but when his customer said that he would like to see Hayley in action, he couldn't help but add, "What if I could arrange it?"
And so he had. In the motel room. And it was nice and anonymous for his client, who had now signed on the dotted line, with the understanding that it was a "one time only" negotiating perk. And if he wanted to renegotiate later, then.Hayley would just have to accommodate him. It was amazing how everything was coming together. Coming together. Yes, it was time for Jack to give himself a reward. Then the phone rang.
After hanging up the phone, he decided he better take his reward now, rather than later. He drove home, knowing that his wife would be out. Then he walked across the yard to Hayley's house and rang the doorbell.
Hayley opened the door with a curt, "What do you want?" Jack just smiled and stepped inside the house.
"Well, it's about your next mission. When was the last time you and Steven had sex?"
Hayley tried to think about why this was important to know, but decided that it couldn't hurt anything. "This morning. Before he went to work."
"Perfect. You asked what I want. It's you."
Hayley didn't understand the line of questioning, but she understood that Jack now wanted to fuck her. "I thought you were afraid of disease."
"Yeah. I'm going to risk it."
"What about your wife? Isn't she home?"
"She went to her mom's house for a week, and I didn't do anything to discourage her." Jack held her by the wrist and led her up the stairs to her bedroom, which he had never scene before except on videotape. "Where do you keep your sex toys, and where is the camera?"
Hayley went to the bathroom and pulled out a black bag which contained her vibrators, blindfold, and bondage straps. She found the camera downstairs and returned with it.
As turned on as she had been at Dr. Gilliam's house, or with Dr. Gilliam for that matter, Hayley felt nothing but violated as Jack removed her clothes. His manner was somewhat rough, and he pawed at her breasts, pinching them and sucking on them as if he didn't care what it felt like to her. But then, he probably didn't. Then he had her lay on the bed while he used the straps to secure her to the four corners. Hayley felt like she could cry, but she didn't want to give in to him. She wished Steven was home. A steely hostility took over as he felt her body with his hands, leisurely but roughly. She felt sorry for his wife.
He undressed, and she was sorry to see that his cock was slightly larger than Steven's. She had enjoyed the notion that he was blessed with a 3" nub. When he entered her, she wasn't wet, and he forced his way in. It hurt before it began to feel better. And even after it began to feel good, she wouldn't allow herself to participate by moving her body. She didn't want him to enjoy it. Hayley's mind started to wander to dinner. What would she cook? Hayley couldn't imagine why he chose now as the time to take her. Was it his intention to be fucking her when Steven returned? She ducked a kiss to look at her clock. 5:10. Steven would be home in 20 minutes.
Without her help, it seemed that Jack was quite content to just to thrust within her. He was in no particular hurry, apparently, and he continued to grab at her tits as best he could while maintaining his balance. It made sense, in a way, that he handled her tits so much. His wife was almost flat-chested. Ha. `You can't have everything,' came to mind, but then she realized that, yes, he could, and he did. She could probably expect him to fuck her any day he wanted to. Something had to be done.
For fifteen minutes he fucked her, removing his cock apparently when he was close to cumming, making it last. Steven would be here in about five minutes, she thought. Murder could happen. Jack started increasing his rhythm and thrusting harder. She didn't encourage him, and it was all she could do not to move with him. Finally, she just closed her eyes as she felt him cum within her, a faint heat source within her, fading away. She felt him withdraw, but kept her eyes closed. She didn't want to see his face, and particularly any sign of gloating.
She felt a shift in movement on the bed, and then realized he was placing a blindfold on her. Then she felt a towel between her legs, apparently cleaning her up. Then, ear muffs. She had forgotten those were in the bag. What was he up to? And finally, a gag. She wasn't sure what cloth he was using. She knew there weren't any of those in the bags.Steven would never use one.
Then she felt something on her abdomen. It tickled. Writing. What was he writing? Why did men seem to like to write on her body? Maybe he saw one of Dr. Gilliam's pictures. She heard a faint low toned murmur, and she hoped it was the garage door. Good. Get this guy out of the house. Or maybe it was the air-conditioner turning on, as she felt cold air blow against her skin.

Steven returned home from work, tired. Tired from working, tired of the reality of what his sex life had become. Hayley's "events" were a thing of the past. Now it was all about Jack. Whereas he had taken so much joy in the sexual acts that Hayley had put on while controlled by Dr. Gilliam, even with his suspicions, and while he could admit that what Jack had made them do was fun, it was interesting that their last several times together, he and Hayley had enjoyed just making love.holding each other, caressing each other, kissing lightly and passionately.or just feeling the other's hands during the afterglow.
"Hayley?" No answer. Her car was in the garage.
She wasn't downstairs, so he headed upstairs. He found his wife spread-eagled on the bed. Tied. Earmuffs even. He didn't really want her this way, some other time, yes. But he didn't want to disappoint her after she managed to get herself.laid out like this. He saw there was a message on her abdomen. Written in lipstick. "I've been saving it all day. Eat me."
Steven didn't know what to make of this. She usually emptied herself shortly after they made love. And he was no stranger to the taste of his cum.he had licked it from her breasts many times. But, he couldn't recall sucking it from her cunt. But if that's what she wanted. He undressed and got up on the bed and approached her cunt. She was hot. She must have played with a vibrator before she tied herself up.
He extended his tongue, lightly tracing her labia. She didn't move. She was playing it cool. We'll see about that. He blew against her sex. Nothing. He found her clit and pressed against it, slowly with more pressure. Nothing. He used his fingers to spread her lips slightly.they remained open easily. He began licking the outside of her cunt in wet, wide strokes, enjoying the smoothness of her hairless skin. He saw that she shivered slightly. He then inserted his tongue into her hole, amazed at the wetness inside. She must have played with herself a lot to be so lubricated. And as his tongue withdrew, he not only tasted his cum, but smelled it. He liked the smell of it and pressed his nose against her pussy, then rubbed her clit with it. Then he went inside with his tongue again, licking her juices, and his. He didn't realize it would stay so moist or so.pungent.through a day. She begain raising her hips to meet his face, and he licked again, sucking in his cum. Well, she was into it now. He backed away from her cunt to blow against it again, softly. He was amazed to see some cum dribble from her open hole. He licked it up with the tip of his tongue, removing it from her flesh with the lightest pressure possible. He heard her moan. Just as he thrust his tongue inside her, he became aware that he was being watched.
It was Jack. He had been in the closet, and he was holding the camera. Jack said, "See you later." He heard his laugh, short little "heh's," trail off down the stairs. Whatever. Oral sex must be the theme for the website. Steven was still turned on, and he moved up Hayley's body. His cock slid within her easily and he began to fuck her. She moved her head slightly, and he assumed she wanted the gag off. It looked uncomfortable. He wasn't sure where the cloth had come from. Slowly grinding within her and resting on an elbow, he managed to untie the cloth and remove it. He knew the earmuffs would hurt after a while and removed those as well. Then the blindfold.
Hayley's eyes adjusted momentarily, then looked astonished, then horrified. "What?" Steven asked.
"Nothing. Just.fuck me."
Steven leaned forward to give her a kiss, and he was surprised that she kept her eyes wide open, as she normally closed them during sex. Her mouth parted, taking in gasps of air as he began thrusting within her, her jaw quivering with sexual tension, and he could tell that she was approaching orgasm. But there was a look about her face that suggested he was a stranger to her. Or something. It was odd. Maybe it was because she remained tied to the bed. Finally, her eyelids snapped shut and she buckled in orgasm. He came within her, and, exhausted, all but collapsed on her.
Her eyes opened, and the strange look remained on her face. "Is something wrong?"
She didn't answer. So he kissed her, hoping, if anything, to close her eyes again. And it was then that her body began to tremble. Her eyes were open, staring at him in a way, but she was into the kiss.
She broke away for a moment. "Steven. Untie me, please. And then.eat me again? Please?"

Several hours later, Hayley called Steven into the library, where they kept their computer. "I want to do something first, before you see the website." She began taking his clothes off. His cock was limp, having fucked Hayley twice since arriving home. "I love seeing it when it's soft." Okay, sure. She reached over, and turned on the power to the computer monitor.
Steven looked at the screen, which, not surprisingly, was showing Jack's website. The picture was scrolled down a bit, and he saw pictures from the afternoon. He wasn't surprised to see pictures of his blurred face, licking at his wife's cunt. He was aware that Hayley kept checking out his cock, which remained soft. His only thought was that he wished he had kept un-blurred copies of all the pictures, but he wouldn't tell Hayley that. He reached over to the mouse and scrolled the picture upwards.
"CREAM PIE" No big deal; he enjoyed it. There was smaller text. "These pictures were taken when the slut's husband returned home from work. He ate her out, but good. It was strange for me really. Not to watch and take pictures of them. That was great. The strange part was that he didn't know that I had just finished fucking her, and that he was eating my cum out of her cunt! And, of course, that was the challenge that had to be kept secret. And he didn't suspect a thing! Come back in a couple days to see the slut's biggest challenge yet!"
Steven was dumbfounded. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Hayley let a short silence linger, then answered, "I was gagged. Remember?"
"Why did you let him fuck you?"
"For the same reason we've been his little sex puppets. He surprised me. He told us he wouldn't fuck me, remember? Well, he changed his mind."
"So, what then? He can fuck you anytime?" Jealousy. He had never really known the feeling. His neighbor fucking his wife?
"Look at yourself. Ever since you learned he fucked me, you're cock has been huge. So maybe you can tell me what turns you on about it. My guess is that he'll fuck me until we can figure a way out of this. I was resigned when the doctor forced me to have sex. I can do it again." There was a long silence. "Look, we both knew this was going to happen, if not him, then it would be somebody else. `Absolute power corrupts absolutely,' right?"
"It almost sounds like you enjoyed it."
"What, am I supposed to hate sex? He tied me up and fucked me. I did my best just to lay there, and I can't imagine that he had much fun. He was rough the way he grabbed at me, too."
"Well, you didn't seem to be stone cold when I ." Steven faltered.
Hayley was quiet, clearly trying to think of what to say. "Jack fucked me, and it wasn't great. It wasn't even good. I just wanted him to leave. He came inside me about three minutes before you showed up. I heard a faint noise through the ear muffs, and I thought it was the air-conditioning. I knew you would be home anytime, but it didn't seem like any time at all before he, that is, you, started licking me. I started imagining that it was you doing it, because I hated that he was licking my sex. Anyway, the fantasy took over, and.I didn't know that it would turn me on."
"Thinking of me licking your cunt? No. You mean thinking of me licking his cum! I can't believe that."
"Well, believe it. When you kissed me afterwards, I smelled his cum on your breath. That's why I wanted you to fuck me. I liked the smell."
"You liked the smell? When I've licked my cum off your tits, you don't want me to get near your face."
"I know, Steven. It surprised me, too."
"So when you told me to eat you again, what was it to you? That I was eating my cum, or his again?"
Hayley didn't answer, directly, anyway. "Look at you. You're leaking pre-cum. What can I do to make it up to you?"

The doorbell rang early the next morning. Steven had just left for work. It was Jack. "I was surprised I didn't hear anything from Steven. He must have enjoyed it." Jack came inside and removed Hayley's robe, leaving her naked in the foyer. It was too early for this.
Hayley didn't say anything.
"So, I figure he liked it. And I decided to leave him another surprise." Jack pushed her toward the steps. Jack wasn't much for words that morning, either. Hayley again tried her "lame" posture, then he told her to get on top and ride him. She did. She didn't feel guilty about it. It was more of a sadness that she was being used by so worthless a person. She at least had respect, of a sort, for the doctor. But Jack just made her feel cheap. He came quickly inside her.
"I can guess that you would probably like me to leave. But not today. I've wondered how many times I could fuck a woman in a single day."
It became painful in the late afternoon. Hayley knew how many times Jack had fucked her, because he was counting. And it was during the eighth that he seemed to go on forever. He seemed to be having a harder and harder time getting to orgasm. The second and third times she admitted to herself that she had enjoyed, and she was mad at herself after orgasming after both. Jack knew that she was becoming responsive and revelled verbally in "fucking his neighbor's slut wife good." Despite his verbal antics, it felt good, and it was impossible for her to stay still. And she was at least rewarded by Jack not being so rough with her. He wasn't good, but he wasn't bad. But after seven times, her cunt and her tits were sore. She was tired of kissing a man that was not her husband, and she was tired on sucking on his cock between rounds. He finally came within her, and they both knew that Steven was due home at any minute. Just like yesterday.
"Well, I guess the number is going to stay at 8. Even if I had the rest of the evening, I don't think my back could take any more. I'm not that out of shape, but.man, it hurts."
Hayley couldn't resist a small joke. "Well, stop fucking around and see a doctor."
Steven looked at her, grinned slightly while holding her gaze for a few seconds, then said, "Get your bondage ropes."
Hayley replied, "Not again."
"Oh yes. Again. There's something I like about letting it be clearly known that I fucked you. " He tied her up. "And, I want you to be available tomorrow at 4:30." He began to leave.
"Jack.can I ask a favor?" That stopped him.

Hayley heard Jack leave through the front door. At least, she hoped he was gone and wasn't playing a trick. It was another 20 minutes before Steven arrived home and found her upstairs. She wasn't blindfolded or gagged this time, just spread eagled as before.
She said, "Don't worry, he's gone, I'm pretty sure." Steven looked her over. She knew she was a mess. The sheets were soaked. She had hoped to take a shower in the morning. Obviously, that had never happened. She knew that her cunt lips were red and swollen, that there was dried cum all around her sex, and that a little bit of Jack's cum dribbled out now and then. "Eat my cum. J!" was written on her shaved mons. And he had written with a Sharpie pen in thick block letters. She didn't know how long it would take to wash it off.
Steven untied her legs, then her hands. He looked worried. He was about to climb next to her on the bed. "I'm okay, Steven, but I want you to take your clothes off, first." He shook his head, not sure if he should. "Go ahead. I want you to." He did, and climbed next to her on the bed. He leaned next to her face to give her a kiss. It was a short one. She was sure he could smell Jack's sweaty cock on her breath. She could.
She traced his cheek with a finger. "Honey, you know I love you." She nudged him and pulled him atop her.
"Hayley, I." She put a finger to his mouth.
"Ssshhhhhhhh." She couldn't explain, but she began pushing him on his shoulders, down her body.
"Hayley."
"Ssshhhhhhhh." A tear formed in her eye, surprising her. She put her hands on the sides of his head. Her vision of this moment was what had gotten her through the day. "I'm so sorry." She spread her legs wide and pushed his head in to her sex, then closed her legs around him.
She felt him pierce her cunt tentatively with his tongue and begin lapping her juices.mingled.with.another man's.cum. It wasn't that his tongue felt that good. She could hardly feel him. Still it was the thought, the anticipation, and the sight of him.she screamed in orgasm. Her body convulsed for the next five minutes as she held Steven in place. She finally relaxed her leg muscles, and he withdrew. Cum was on his face. And her juices, too, she knew. But mostly cum. She couldn't help but look. "Did you get it all?"
Steven replied with a relatively muted, "yeah."
She sat up and traced the ridge of his nose, and a cheek. She placed the cum that gathered on her fingers at his lips and said, "No. No you didn't." It took three more passes with her finger, before she turned over onto her knees. It would be like yesterday, she decided, as she felt him enter her. One more time.

"Just stay here and give me about five minutes. And use this."
Jack hurried next door. This was his big opportunity. With his newest client came this business contact, and it was unexpected in its scope. To run an internet service provider was simple enough, and, once you had enough business subscribers and began hosting and maintaining sites, you could earn a decent living. But he wasn't in it for that. He liked what he did, sure, but he had started it with the hope of one day selling it to a larger company, reaping a cash windfall. ISP's weren't the hot commodity lately, but Henry appeared to have the cash and the history to make a good offer.
Hayley answered the door. He was really quite happy with himself, although he realized that this was probably the last time he would fuck her. After all, he really was afraid of disease.
"Go get your blindfold," he said. She returned with it, along with a very unhappy look on her face. "Cheer up, this is probably the last time I'll fuck you," he said.
"Promise? Please?"
"No, I won't, come to think of it." He led her through her kitchen and, after a brief resistance, pushed her almost forcibly onto her back deck. He turned her around and started undoing her blouse, then tossed it near the door. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he couldn't resist a squeeze of her nipples. They were surpisingly cool to his touch. He wished his wife's tits were at least half the size of Hayley's.he enjoyed having something to grasp.
"Don't do this. Please. You never know when neighborhood kids will cut through the yard."
He said, "You're right about that," and then he put the blindfold on.
"But somebody might see me!"
"You're right. Somebody might. In fact, it seems like I've seen you out here plenty of times. One more time won't hurt."
He then undid her shorts and pulled them down, followed by her panties. Both of these were thrown near the door, as well. Jack took the time to smell her hair, and gently pass his hands over her breasts, waist, and hips. "Well, you clean up well. You were a mess yesterday.." He moved his hand down to her cunt, which, as expected, was wet. But wet was only halfway with Hayley. She had responded to him yesterday, but he didn't want her to be dead as a stone with his client watching. He had to get her into it.then she would be fun. He thought for a moment, then he began rubbing her slit. "Tell me, did he eat my cum?"
A "yes" escaped her lips, almost a whisper, but he heard it. She probably hadn't meant to say it. He leaned closer to her ear, "And did it turn you on?" She shivered in response. "I knew you were a slut. I just didn't realize how much. And it seems like you chose the perfect mate. Put your hand on the rail. Good. More of a bend. That's it."
He reached around her to feel her hanging tits, giving her nipples short tugs that prompted little noises from her. "I think I'll fuck you like this today." With that, he pulled down his shorts and underwear, stepping out of them. His cock was hard, and although there wasn't the romance or intimacy he was accustomed to with his wife, he found that Hayley, for the sheer sexual ride, was awesome. This was one lady that liked to be fucked, and she had proven it yesterday. Sex with his wife would never be the same again. He felt between her legs and found her opening, then guided his shaft within her. His cock was relatively numb from the previous day, not to mention the jacking off he had done during the night replaying it in his mind. The result was that he wasn't going to cum anytime soon. And that was good, especially when you were being watched.
He gradually increased his rhythm, wishing he had a better view of her tits which he knew were swinging in time with his thrusts. And while she was meeting his thrusts, he decided that this wasn't enough for a show. "Hayley, that was quite a lot of cum I left in you yesterday. Did you see Steven lap it up? Did you watch him suck my jism from your pussy?" He could hear her pant. "I don't know how much I have left to shoot in you, but will he lick it out, too? You are some kind of slut. Just imagine those gooey strands of cum melting inside you, mixing with your juices, and then your husband, sticking his tongue in there and slurping them up, tasting my jism. Who do you think is turned on more? Him? Or you?"
Hayley's self-control gave away, and he heard her say, "Just fuck me. Fuck me."
"Oh, you want some more cum in there for him, huh? Say it louder."
"Fuck me!"
That WAS loud. "What do you want in you?"
"Cum in me! Fuck me hard! I want your cum!"
That, he was sure, was heard next door. This sale should be over.
He happily pounded against her cunt as hard as he possibly could, and with her continued, but quieter demands of being fucked and cumming in her, he reached orgasm surprisingly quickly, but feeling precious little shoot into her.
She was still breathing hard, her heart racing as he turned her so that she faced his house. "There is somebody watching, by the way. He's on my deck, and he's checking you out. He is also your next challenge, but you'll learn more about that later. But for now, I promised him a glimpse of what he'll be getting."
Jack cupped Hayley's magnificent breasts with his hands, noting how hot and sweaty they now were, giving them a squeeze, then pulling on her nipples. Then he reached around her waist, told her to spread her legs slightly, and pulled her cunt lips apart, hopefully exposing her pink flesh to his guest. Although it spoiled her look somewhat, it pleased him somewhat that his last message didn't appear to be removed at all. Perhaps she had bathed around it. He never would have guessed that a woman would get turned on by her husband eating someone else's cum from her cunt. Or for that matter, that a husband would do it. He wouldn't.
Here, hold onto the deck again. He signaled to his client to go inside, then put his clothes back on and went back into Hayley's house, carrying her clothes and locking the door behind him. He made sure that the garage and front doors were locked, too, before he left.
Henry, his client, was impressed. They watched from a window as a naked Hayley scampered from window to window, seeing if one was unlocked. One wasn't. She sat in a deck chair and turned her back to them, apparently waiting for Steven to come home.
"Well, that's her. You've seen the website. I've just proven she'll do what I tell her to do. Do we have a deal?"
"Yeah. Yeah. We have a deal."

Hayley didn't have to say anything. With her standing on the deck, naked, Steven knew pretty much what had happened. He unlocked the door and let her in. "I'm going to go shower," she said
It just wasn't right when another man was fucking your wife while you were at work. Steven had to catch himself. How far had he slipped in his sexual mores? It wasn't right for another man to fuck his wife, period. What kind of marriage was this, when you were being blackmailed? And Hayley was a mix of emotions. She hated what was happening to her, to them. and he knew she wanted out from under Jack's thumb. But she was randy in a way he had never known. Check that. He had. She was a nympho when they were dating, but cooled quickly after marriage. But she had been randy, too, when under the doctor's control. And he had loved every minute of it.
And now, well, he wasn't loving every minute of it. She had apologized probably ten times about.what she had wanted him to do yesterday. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't even want to think about not thinking about it. And he couldn't explain his own feelings. Why did it turn him on that she had fucked other men? The doctor, and now Jack? He hadn't watched her being fucked, but the image kept recurring in his mind.and he couldn't deny his arousal. Would he feel the same if he watched? And he could have said no to that thing he didn't want to think about. Did he do it just to please her? Yes. But he knew that wasn't wholly true.
He left his speculations and went to the computer, starting it up. He could hear the water run through the pipes from the upstairs shower. He knew she had just been fucked. The red splotches, the swollen lips between her legs. Why hadn't she asked for him to. Stop it! He logged on to the net, and went to the one web page that at the same time excited and frightened him.
The new challenge was posted. It wasn't anger that followed, but resolve.
He called Jack. He was home, of course. He would hardly have had time to leave.since fucking Hayley! "We won't do it, Jack."
"Yes, you will."
"No, I mean it. Some of the stuff was kind of fun, I'll admit. But fucking her.that has got to stop. And this next challenge.forget it."
"Did your wife tell you that she actually asked me to write that message on her? Have you noticed that she hasn't washed it off? And then, today, on your deck, as I'm FUCKING HER!.do you know what she says? She says you enjoyed eating my cum. Glad to hear it, guy. But I don't think you're family and friends will be so appreciative."
"Forget it, Jack. It's over. We're done." He hung up. And he turned the computer off.