We honeymooned in Paris, someplace Mary had said she always wanted to go. Of course I was more than willing to give her what she wants. 2 whole weeks there, and when we came home her father had a job lined up for me and a house already half paid off! Her father worked for the government, which I assume is how Mary got tangled up with them herself.
The first few weeks were quite normal. Our house warming party went well, with my dad helping me learn how to barbecue and my wife showing everyone her state of the art electric appliances. She'd never have to ruin her nails doing the dishes again, not with the dishwasher her pop had put in! Same for the washer, drier, and a top of the line vacuum.
I did start to see a few weird things, here and there. She'd sometimes stare off into space, almost as if she were hearing someone speak even when the room was silent. And I have to admit, her obedience to her father was a bit frightening, I almost felt like I had to compete for her! But the days went on, and we were both too happy for me to ruin it by asking her questions.
But one day, she just... disappeared. I know that sounds weird, but really, I came home from work and she was just gone. No note, nothing.
I phoned her mother, who didn't seem concerned and said she would send Jack, Mary's father, over to see what could be done. I was trying not to panic, but my wife of only a month had gone missing for God's sake! Can you blame a man if he rung his hands or checked the door any time there was even a small sound?
I was trying to listen to the radio when there was a knock at the door. Rationally, I knew it was her father, but I hoped it was Mary. Her father was a tall Irish man, red hair and all. We shook hands and I invited him inside, offering him coffee.
“No thank you, Bill. I just came to tell you not to worry.” I examined his face, trying to figure out what he meant.
“What do you mean, don't worry? My wife- your daughter- is missing!”
“No, she's not. You don't know everything about Mary. Now, just calm down,” I admit, I was getting ready to clock the man. “Let me explain. Mary isn't just a housewife. She sometimes does some work for me. She's just traveling.”
“She's doing work for the government?” I was incredulous. That was dangerous work! I could see maybe being a secretary, but she was a married woman for God's sake!
“Yes, but it's safe. No harm will come to her, and she'll be home within a few days. This won't happen often, Bill, once every few months.”
“Can you tell me what she does?”
Jack removed his glasses, sighing and looking at me in a way that made me feel foolish. “You know I can't, Bill. Wish I could. But in a few years, she'll be all yours, I promise. With plenty of time to start having children!” He stood up, putting his glasses and hat back on. “Take care of yourself until she's home. I'm sure you can make a few dinners.” He showed himself out of my house while I sat absolutely dumbfounded on the couch Mary had picked out. And I did survive while she was gone, just fine. I had been alone in college, after all.
She came home 3 days later, sometime while I was in work. As I walked through the door, she greeted me with a hug and a kiss, and a hot dinner on the table. I didn't have the heart to ask where she'd been, and really I was just happy to see her beautiful face and that red hair again.
Halfway through dinner, there was a knock on the door. This irritated me, but I got up anyway half expecting to give whoever was behind that door a piece of my mind.
Probably a damn Jehovah’s Witness. But no, when I opened the door, no one was there. I looked out into the nothingness that should have been a person, before turning to go back into the house. There was a paper hanging from the door.
I picked it up, unfolding it slowly. On it was a simple hand-typed phrase that honestly didn't make a lick of sense. “The honeymoon was all cats?” I said, my lip curling in confusion as I read it out loud.
Shrugging, I folded the paper back up to look at later and went back to my dinner. The rest of the night was pleasant, and we watched the news while Mary worked on some cross-stitching thing. It was a bird or something, I don't know.
Around 9 pm, I had all but forgotten that she had ever left, and I had definitely forgotten about the paper in my pocket. But it suddenly weighed heavily on my mind as we were getting ready for bed.
“Honey, can I ask you something?” I ask, feigned innocence dripping from my words. She half-sings an “Mmm?” while brushing her hair, her loose night gown just sheer enough to show off her beautiful body. Her round ass cheeks and a slight silhouette of her breasts kept me occupied for a moment.
“Well, someone left a note on our door, and I was wondering if you knew a phrase?”
“Well, what is it?”
I took the paper off my bed side table and unfolded it. I glanced up at her smile before I read it. “The honeymoon was all cats.”
Her demeanor changed instantly, and she seemed to go blank for a split second. I worried I had upset her, maybe it was a note meant for her from a friend. But instead, she started to slowly remove her night gown, pulling the shear fabric up over her head. Her pink nipples were hard and long, her posture changed completely to make her breasts appear larger.
“What are you doing, Mary?” I asked, taken aback. She'd never been this forward before! She crawled up onto the bed on all fours, her ass wiggling high and a wicked smile on her face. “Mary, stop! What are you doing?”
“I've been thinking about you all night, Jack. I almost... touched myself before you got home. Down there, where only you're supposed to touch me.” Her hand was on my cock now, which was quickly growing at her display. “I need you inside of me. I need to feel you swell inside of me, cum deep within me.”
Her dirty words were definitely getting to me, and I was breathing more quickly. I glanced down at her breasts, swinging freely beneath her, and copped a feel. She closed her eyes, an “Mmm,” escaping her. She crawls closer to me, her teeth going to my ear where she nibbles slightly.
I don't know how to process everything going on, but I just lean back and let Mary do her thing. It's fun having her be forceful in bed instead of lying there. Her red lips are moving down my stomach now, leaving lipstick kisses on my skin.
Her hand is kneading my dick through my boxers, the blood pumping hard into it, making it throb under her hand. She uses her fingernails to pull down the elastic of my underwear, letting my cock spring free. She wastes no time- her pretty mouth is sucking it down as if it were food and she were starving. This was a first too- I've never gotten a blow job from anyone.
I definitely liked it! The base of her tongue pulsated slightly, pleasuring my penis in a way I never thought possible. She moaned happily, the vibration teasing at the tip of my cock. She sucked down every bit of precum she could.
She got up, and planted a huge kiss on me. The taste of my cock mingled with the taste of her lips. I looked at my wife like she was crazy, but she straddled me, placing my cock at her tight hole. I held my breath, waiting for her to allow me to penetrate. My cock head pushed at her sopping cunt, wetter than it's ever been before.
She had two fingers in her slit as she slowly coaxed my dick into her, massaging her clit as she flung her head back and purred. When the tip of my cock finally popped into her, she and I both gasped at once, but she didn't need any time to adjust. She was rocking her hips back and forth, her bush rubbing on my pelvis as she pleasured herself with my meat.
She moaned and purred, every once in a while leaning down to kiss me passionately. Our bodies were hot and sweaty, gyrating and moving closer and closer to orgasm. She came before I did, her juices spilling onto me like a waterfall. She got up which was such a disappointment to me because I had been so close, but all that disappointment washed away as she bent over a chair and wiggled her ass at me. “Come and get me, baby!”
Her hand was under her, slapping at her cunt lightly, occasionally rubbing her nub in circles. I enjoyed the show, but my cock needed release, so I stood up behind her. “Gonna take me in my ass or my pussy, b
aby?”
The language was still shocking me. She'd also never said she was interested in anal, mostly because I never asked. I decided quickly that we'd save anal for another time, and placed my hot rod at her entrance, slicking it up again with her juices. I rubbed it on her clit for a moment, enjoying her gasps and coos as I stimulated her, and then in a fit of crazy lust I rammed right into her.
I felt that I might go mad if I didn't get release soon, so I fucked her as hard as I could. My cock slipped in and out of her easily, and her moans quickly turned to screams as she had one, and then another, and then another orgasm back to back, her juices coming out in a squirt onto my legs.
She kept flicking her clitoris as I fucked her, arching her back and fucking me as much as I was fucking her. I felt my balls clench and knew I would cum soon, wondering if I should pull out. But she had said she wanted my cum in her, so I threw common sense out the window and fucked her hard as my cum shot into her womb, her screams coming to a climax as she had her final orgasms, wave after wave.
Her knees gave out, and I caught her before she clocked herself with the chair. Picking her up, I took her to the bed, tucking her in and watching as she fell asleep. I copped a feel of her breast, before going to the living room and phoning her father.
“What are you doing calling me at this hour?” He was clearly irritated and had been drinking. Which was good. Maybe the alcohol would allow him to answer what I was about to ask.
“Well, I had a question to ask about Mary's work, sir. I've seen on the news information on lady assassins, who go out of country to seduce high ranking members of foreign governments and kill them.”
“Mm, yes?” he answered cautiously.
“Well, sir. I was wondering if Mary was one of them, because I got this phrase today...”
“What phrase?” Mary's dad spoke with an urgency.
“The honeymoon was all cats, sir.” There was a sigh on the other line.
“Yes, you're right. She is one of those assassins, part of MK ULTRA. I'm sorry, Bill. I understand if you need to divorce her.”
I thought for a moment. I thought about the great sex we just had. “No, I don't think divorce will be necessary.” I hung up the phone lightly, going back to bed with my wife. While it would always seem weird to me that my wife would be fucked by other men, it also turned me on.
Thinking of my pretty wife being strong enough to kill someone made for great sex between us, and I have to admit, I used that phrase often. We even tried anal once, which her kitten personality seemed to love. That was the night I brought in another woman to fuck both of us.
Seeing Mary get eaten out by some whore was amazing. So was watching her get fucked by my best friend and brother. Yes, we lived out a life of debauchery. Apparently the CIA had made it so she couldn't get pregnant until she was taken out of the service, and so we had 6 years of non-stop sex, with no need for condoms.
We even once experimented with a strap on, where I allowed her to fuck my ass. That truly was an odd experience. That all ended when she got pregnant, though, and then life returned to the calm we had before I knew she was a CIA slut. But every once in a while, I'd still try out that phrase with her.
Any time the kids would be out of the house, we'd have huge gang bangs, inviting everyone over to fuck Mary in all of her holes. Her pussy would be used and abused so many times that she came to crave it even when we didn't use the phrase on her. I'd eat out another man's cum from her cunt and kiss her and force her to eat it while he fucks my ass.
Then I'd force her to eat his cum out of my ass, allowing her to put it in my mouth. Our games never ended, and never got dull. We grew old together, fucking each other and everyone else until our last days together. I truly lived a privileged life.
As for who left that note on the door? Well, when I hung up the phone with Mary's father, he went to his wife's bed and said that same phrase to her. They'd also been doing this for years. While he allowed his wife to take his ass while he jerked himself off onto the bed spread, he glanced at his nightstand.
On it was a pad of paper just like the note I had. He smiled a bit before jerking and moaning while his wife milked his prostate. As he came, he came knowing his slut daughter was in good hands.
On Display for You
Take Me, I'm Yours
Dalia Daudelin
Through the open window, a cool breeze tickles my naked flesh. I am lying, waiting for the shadow that watches me every day. This is a daily ritual for my neighbor and myself, where I put myself on display for him in every way.
This has become so normal for me that it's part of how I view myself. I am a doting wife who also happens to be the whore that masturbates for her neighbor. I am a naughty slut. These thoughts keep things in the bedroom interesting for my husband, and my neighbor has never tattled on me.
I’ve already stripped off all of my clothes, my legs wide open as I lean back against my bed’s headrest. My hand is on my pussy, slowly rubbing up and down my soft skin. I shaved this morning, so my pussy is silky and smooth.
I’m positioned specifically so that my eyes aren’t easily visible. My neighbor might know that this is all a show, and that I’m on display on purpose. But if he doesn’t, why make it obvious? This game is fun for us.
My breasts rise and fall with my deep, slow breaths. My whole body has been rubbed with warm oil, and it glistens slightly in the natural light pouring in through my window. I squeeze my left nipple between my fingers, rolling it a bit and letting myself moan. Being home alone means I can be as loud as I want.
There he is. Paul’s dark figure looms in the window. I smile and shift in bed, my knees naturally spreading even further. I give him the best view of my cunt that I can. I want him to see all of me.
Paul shifts in the window. Though the shadows of his house make him nearly pitch black, I can just barely see him unbuckling his pants. He lets them slip down his legs and hit the floor. Watching his arm move, I know he’s touching himself to the sight of me.
I reach over to my night stand, grabbing some oil. Squirting it into my palm, I rub it between both hands to warm it. Using one hand to spread my pussy lips wide open, I press my oily palm into my slit.
It feels so good when I slick myself up like this, the oil dripping down my skin and mixing with my pussy juices. I lean my head back and enjoy the sensation before looking up again.
Paul’s arm is moving faster now. I imagine the sounds he’s making, the hot breaths beating from his mouth, his manly quiet moans. Slipping two fingers into my wet hole, I also press my palm against my clit.
My hips wiggle and gyrate as I push my fingers deeper into me. I pull them out, then push them back in, making a squishing sound. I curl the digits so that they press up against the soft spongy texture that is my G spot. In and out, my fingers move slowly as I languish in the movements. Spreading my fingers, I give myself the sensation of being filled completely.
A moan escapes me, soft and sweet. My second hand moves from my breast to my pussy, playing with my clitoris while I continue to finger myself. I’m feeling the heat now, my whole body warm and buzzing. My mind is starting to blank as I slowly move toward orgasm.
Before I can cum, though, I glance out the window and notice the shadow is gone. Where did Paul go? Did something disturb him? Maybe someone is at his door, or his wife is home early. Frowning, I get off the bed and step closer to the window. In the faint reflection, I can see that my cheeks are red and my body is dripping with oil. I look sexy, if I do say so myself.
No sign of Paul upstairs. Looking down, I watch him march out his front door and look up at me through the window. In my shock, I wave to him and smile uneasily. Paul turns toward my house. What is he doing? Maybe he left something on my lawn…?
That’s then the doorbell chimes. I freeze, my heart racing and my mind panicking. I don’t know what to do. Do I answer the door? Instinctively, I grab my robe from the hook on my bedroom door and wrap myself in it, hurrying down t
he stairs to my front door. Standing on my toes, I peak through the peephole. Paul is standing there with his arms crossed, his eyebrows furrowed. Did he see me watching him? Is he mad that I’ve known all along?
I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment before opening the door with a polite smile on my face. “Paul! What a surprise. What can I do for you?” There’s a smile on his face now, as well. “I was just wondering if I could borrow some sugar. I forgot to pick some up at the store and Cheryl wanted some for dessert tonight.”
Sugar? He interrupted my show for sugar? Hiding my suspicion, I open the storm door and let him in. “Sure thing. How much do you need?”
I step into the kitchen, and Paul follows me. “Just a cup will be fine, Jill.” For a moment, I inspect him. He is such a handsome man, Cheryl is so lucky. He has a sort of rugged look to him, the kind of man you know would keep you safe if you went camping in the woods. His jaw is strong and so are his large arms. Still feeling a bit shaken, I turn around and reach up for my glass measuring cup.
When his strong arms spin me around, the measuring cup goes flying across the room, smashing on the ground by the refrigerator. “Paul! What are you doing?”
“What I’ve been meaning to do for a long time,” he answers, and then his mouth is on mine. He kisses me passionately. For a second, I give in, but then I realize what’s happening and I try to push him away. We’re both married! This isn’t right at all!
“Paul, please! Stop!” I cry, turning my face away from his. One of his hands is wrapped around my upper arm, his other is pressed into the small of my back. He pulls me into him so that I can smell his cologne. His mouth is on my neck, kissing and licking it. I listen to his hard breathing and my pussy twitches in response.
Still, I pull my knee up to try and escape him. Accidentally, my knee presses into his package, making him wince and pull away. Taking the momentary freedom, I dash for my bedroom, running up the stairs as quick as I can.
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