My Birthday Present

Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Part One The Letter


My dear sweet Wife,

Sweetheart, you asked me last week what I want for my birthday. As you surely know, tomorrow is my 40th birthday. The BIG FOUR OH! I was hating the idea of it until, it suddenly dawned on me what I really would like to be given for my birthday, THIS birthday. As I have already told you, sweetheart, I hate the idea of turning 40. But if you will give me this wonderful and generous present for my birthday, I think that I can actually enjoy myself….for the whole day, and even all night.

When you first asked me, my reaction was to go hunting with Tom. Load up the motorhome with beer and junk food and just get out of Dodge! Then I started fantasizing about maybe going to the beach, walking on the dunes and just be alone. Peace and quiet, sea breezes, sea gulls, that kind of thing. Maybe read a book.

I decided that isn’t fair to you. Besides, I might get depressed and shoot myself. Just kidding! Kidding about shooting myself, not about it not being fair to you. BUT! That is what got me thinking about this. SO….Sweetheart, I want you to go into the kitchen, pour a glass of you wine, sit down, drink it as you watch your soap opera, and relax a bit before you read the rest of this letter.

AH AH AHHHHHH! Go get the wine, sit down, drink it, watch your soap so you’re not distracted, then read the letter.

HONEY! Damn it, get the wine!

OK, thanks baby. I love you so much. I want you to know that. I love you more than my own life baby. I am writing this to you rather than just telling you, because I know that you are going to have to re-read this letter a number of times. Not because it is difficult to understand, but because it is going to be difficult for you to do. I am, I recognize, asking you to do something that is not your normal nature. So, I have a place for you to sign this and kind of make it a formal agreement between the parties so to speak, sorry about the lawyer talk, but I really want this. As I sit here typing, I find myself with teary eyes as I think about you giving me this. It really means that much to me baby.

OK, enough dramatics. Here it is. I want you to just sit or lie on the couch all day. AND, ….. And, never say the word ‘NO’ all day (All Calendar Day, so 24 hours). I want you to let me kiss you, massage you, feed you, caress you, pamper you, talk to you, etc., all day long, and all night long.

I know how hard this will be for you. I know you’re going to feel like ‘Oh god, I have to do the ironing,’ or, ‘My god, I better start diner, it is getting late.’ So when you feel like you have to jump up, just pull this little innocuous letter to your attention and relax again. I want this baby. I really want this.

I know how hard the ‘not saying no’ will be for you, so in typical lawyerly fashion lets follow Bill Clinton’s lead on this and redefine, FOR JUST ONE DAY, the word ‘No’ to mean ‘Emphatically YES!’ OK? So even if you slip up and react and say ‘NO!’, I can interpret your ‘No’ as ‘YES’ OK? Please baby, indulge me on my Big Four OH!

So once again, you will agree, as a birthday gift to me, to stay on the couch all day long and let me pamper you, feed you, meet all of your needs (You are of course free to use “the facilities”). Please let me do this for you. And you will never say ‘No’ to me until after midnight tomorrow night. BUT! IF you say no, just out of habit or whatever, I can still interpret your ‘No’ as ‘Yes.’

Please sign below for your acceptance of my terms and conditions (oh sorry, more stuffy lawyer talk! Cut it out you stuffy OLD lawyer!)

I love you baby, and I am so excited about this. Thank you in advance for giving this to me.

Your kind sweet, loving, handsome, virile, giving, sexy, smart, rich, sexy, oops already said that, husband
Jay




Part 2 The Morning Massage

Well, I signed his lawyerly agreement, I mean how could that deal go wrong? Get pampered and massaged and fed and just have to sit around? Girl would have to be stupid not to go for that!

So, here it is Saturday morning, his 40th Birthday. He was up before I woke up, and I can already smell the coffee. Mmmmm, is that bacon and eggs? This is so great! His birthday, I get the present!

Here he comes, tray full of food. Wow! Look, flowers too! Roses no less! A dozen! God how much better can this get?

I barely finished my breakfast and the door bell rang. Masseuse! She unfolded her table right in my bedroom, and I got on the table without even having to get dressed first. This is the life! Her hands were divine, massaging me in all my achy places and before long I was just floating on a cloud of bliss.

Her hands had started on my shoulders and neck, then worked her way sensuously down my spine, not even stopping when they reached my hips. Her strong hands worked the muscles of my bottom and even worked between my legs on my thighs. Her hands continually brushed my sex as she worked on the tightness in my thighs. I felt a little uncomfortable with it at first, but she seemed not to be noticing it, so I shrugged it off and relaxed. Soon I realized that it actually felt very good as her smooth well oiled hands slid across my delicate flesh. She massaged on down my legs, worked for a long time on my feet, then worked her way back up toward my womanly pleasure center again. This time, I realized in surprise, I was anticipating the wonderful sensations of her hands so close to me.

I had never had a woman’s hands so close to my private parts before. I barely touch myself there, let alone let another woman touch me. But something about her air of professionalism gave me a sense of comfort and confidence in her. As she worked her way back up my body, I noticed she was rolling my muscles, rather than kneading them. She had one hand on one leg and the other hand on the other leg as she worked her way back up. The closer she got to my private parts, the more the motion increased until when she was just below my buttocks, her hands were moving vertically to such an extent that it moved my sex lips up and down against each other. I found myself becoming aroused. I blushed furiously, but embarrassed, I said nothing. She worked there for quite some time, and I found myself becoming moist beyond belief.

Her wonderful hands finally passed onto my buttocks and she again massaged there in a manner that made my lips move against each other. I must have moaned as I was trying so hard to quell my need to orgasm. She moved on immediately, again moving up my spine and onto my shoulders and neck.

“God this is heavenly!” was all I could think of.

“Please roll over ma’am.” Her voice was soft, throaty, sexy. Was that a southern accent?

“God, what am I thinking!” I tried to slow my rise to pleasure, but I was loosing the battle. I began to fear the embarrassment of an orgasm as I lay there. Cumming as she watched me.

Her hands again started at my neck. She worked her way down each arm until she arrived at my hands, then gave each digit its own little mini massage. She lavished her talents on my hands, my palms, my wrists. Then back up my arm and repeated her ministrations on my other arm.

Her hands under my breasts woke me back up with a start. She began to massage the pectoral muscles under my breast tissue. To do so, she put one hand on my breast, holding it to first one side then the other as she massaged my musculature. The hand on my breast circled and circled as my nipples sprang to attention. Her hand held them so gently yet so firmly. Her hand began to circle, caressing my breast in an erotic motion as she massaged the tissue under. My whole body was thrilling to her touches now. I feared that if she touched me like that down below, I would lose control and embarrass myself horribly. By the time she finished massaging my breasts, I was trembling in my need. I have never been to this point of excitement before in my whole life, to need sexual fulfillment had never been a particular problem of mine. Sex was something I could take or leave. I reminded myself of that fact over and over until finally her hands moved from my tightening breasts and incredibly stiff and aching nipples.

I breathed easier as her hands worked on my stomach and sides. That respite was short lived however as her hands moved on down and began to work on my lower abdomen. Soon her magical hands were again stretching the tissues around my sex. I blushed furiously as I heard my own squishing moist sounds as she moved the skin about down there, so near my desperately growing need. I began to gasp, needing air that seemed not to be able to enter my lungs. I closed my eyes tightly so that I could concentrate on holding my orgasm within my body.

She must have seen my efforts, because she moved on down my thighs, massaging and working my muscles. My breathing slowed and again I was able to relax slightly. But all I could visualize was her hands moving back up my legs to my thighs, my sex. I wondered if she would push me to that point that I would experience an orgasm under her care. I began to hope she would. What was happening to me, how had I arrived at this point of depravity?

Oh goddddddd, her hands were ‘there’ again and they were moving vertically again like before, oh GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD SO sensuous! Oh my god, I was so close. I swear her finger just touched my tiny clitoris between my lips! I jumped and almost screamed in my need.

Oh thank god! She is moving on. Then her hands arrived at my breasts again and they massaged them so sensuously. OOHHHH GODDDDDD! Her fingers pulled lightly at my nipples, again causing them to rise and stiffen in their tiny need. I looked down and watched her long fingers and delicate hands move their rigid flesh about as she smiled at me softly, watching my eyes watch her hands skillfully arouse me. My eyes moved to hers and just as I was about to surrender to her, she removed her hands from my body and stepped back, holding a towel out for me, helping my gasping body to the bath. Helping me slip under the bubbles that had appeared in my bath as if by magic.




Part 3 Early Afternoon

“Hi Babe! How was the massage?”

Oh god, can I tell him how great it was? Can I tell him that I almost came with a woman massaging me? No! For god’s sake, no way! My husband would never understand! So finally I hear my own voice squeaking “It was great sweetie. Thank you. She is a great masseuse isn’t she? You should have had her do you too!” Oh god, what did I just say?

My husband gave me a grin that made me wonder if he knew all about what had transpired. “They will be back this afternoon. Are you up for another one?”

What did he mean by ‘…another one?’ Maybe he HAD talked to her. It had taken me 20 minutes in the Jacuzzi to finally get myself back under control after her magical hands.

Then I heard what Jay had said. “‘They’ are coming back!” What did he mean by ‘they?’ What do I say to keep this conversation going? So I blurted out “Oh great honey! Always up for being done. Massages are wonderful. Ummmmm …. ah, ….. is the same masseuse coming back?”

“Yea babe, her and her partner. They often work together. They feel that more than one set of hands can allow you to relax more readily than a single pair.”

Oh GOD! I could barely maintain with one just set or hands working on me, what will two sets do? “Are you going to get a massage too honey?” I asked hopefully.

“Maybe baby.” That ‘I’m a poet and don’t know it’ grin of his. “Have to see how it goes. I hope to. Depends on whether they feel like they need to both be working on you the whole time.”

Maybe if I encourage him a lot, he will take one of them off of me. “Honey, this is your birthday sweetheart, I think you should get the massage this afternoon.”

“Sweetheart, this day is all about you honey! All about you. Remember our little lawyerly contract……..”

About then three people walked into my dining room with food, dishes, silverware, crystal, place mats, …… wine. I could tell without even inspecting the bottle that it was my favorite Italian wine too. They silently set the table as we talked. Soon one of them walked in and bowed before me and announced, “Dinner is served ma’am.”

In the center of each plate was a huge perfectly ripened chocolate covered strawberry. On both sides of the strawberry were faultless chocolate truffles. Good lord! I wondered whether I had died and gone to heaven, or was my husband just trying to have me so mushy by this evening that I would beg him to have his way with me! He was really pouring it on!

“Honey, there will be four courses, so, ….. just warning you babe.” The first course was very small sautéed chicken bits, in a bed of pasta, with my favorite lemon buttery sauce, perfectly done. The main course was Chicken Scarpariello wonderfully done. Then they served us salad, fresh, crisp, with an Italianate Balsamic Vinegar with a hint of mustard. Clearly my husband was mimicking the meals we had had on our honeymoon in the Tuscan Valley of Italy. The Lemon Ice dessert finished the meal perfectly. Not too harsh, not heavy, and very satisfying.

We retired to the parlor where my husband turned on the television and started my favorite soap opera. It was sweeps this last week. True to sweeps week, there were more breasts and male bulges than I had ever noticed before. Or perhaps I just noticed them more in my aroused state. My loins were stirring with a fiery warmth by the time the masseuse returned. I heard my husband let them in and guide them outside to the patio next to the hot tub. I thought I heard a male voice that was not my husbands.

“They are ready for us honey. Put on your summer robe baby, OK? They want us naked when they do us this time.”

Naked? I was naked before, for god’s sake! I had a queasy falling sensation about this. But remembering my “can’t say no” contract I had signed with my lawyer husband re-confirmed in my mind that I really had no choice. Besides, what harm was there in being naked in my own house I rationalized in a vain attempt at self validation. Looking back, I was clearly trying to convince myself that I could handle all this. Then I remembered just how close I had come to loosing my prim and proper self control this morning at ‘her’ hypnotic touch.

I stepped into the sunshine of the porch and walked slowly to the masseuse’s bed. Just as I lowered my robe and set it beside the bed, I realize that the second person was a masseur, not a masseuse. A very Italian looking masculine hunk with a huge bulge in his hide-nothing-at-all-not-even-his-pubic-hair-or-cock-veins Speedo. And he was walking straight toward me, already oiling his hands, his gorgeous Italian eyes already caressing and silently complimenting my naked body. I swear he was already starting to erect.



Part 4 Sensual Massage

I grabbed for my robe, but he gently grasped my wrist and with eyes as puppy dog sad as I had ever seen, asked me in an incredibly sexy soft French accent “Plis, Mademoiselle, Plis do not be deesappointment vis me beeeecuases Eee am not Wooomaaan. Plis Mademoiselle, let me does you.”

How could I say no to that! I released my robe and it drifted softly down, caressing about my ankles. I stood there naked before this total stranger as his darling eyes caressed my nakedness with unmasked ardor. Taking my bare shoulders, he tenderly lowered me onto the massage table facing up. He took a position at my head.

Looking up, all I could see was his huge bulge, his well defined six pack abs, and his marvelous pectoral muscles rippling in the warm sun as his hands began to massage my anxious shoulders.

I tried to close my eyes, but every time I did, the bottom of his shaft would touch my forehead with a gentle caress, or his testicles would rub across my hair as his huge hands caressed my body. I could smell his male scent. No particular brand came to mind as I tried to place the fragrance. It was a large part yellow tea rose, a small part sweat, part post sexual juices fragrance, and a distinct splash of male locker room. I felt my nostrils dilate as I inhaled deeply. He smiled shyly as my chest rose, accepting his essence into my body.

His fingers began to caress the upper globes of my breasts as his thumbs massaged the length of my trapezius muscles. Each travel of his thumbs brought his fingers farther across my bare breasts.

I glanced at Jay to see if he was watching my nipples hardening. Oh GOD! He was! He can see me responding to this hunk’s touches. I almost died of shame in that instant. But my body refused to hear my silent calls for it to behave!

Then, knowing me so well, he coaxed “Sweetie, just relax, doesn’t it feel great? Aren’t his hands wonderful. Don’t you feel like your just melting under his touch? Here, Ursula will start working on your feet baby.” And she did, her soft, delicate, strong hands started to caress my feet in the most incredibly erotic sensation I have ever felt. God! Teach this trade to my husband!

Ursula reached under the table and clicked something and my legs spread apart, still resting on the table. She moved between them as her hands caressed my calves. She was no longer doing deep massage, instead she was more caressing me than anything else. Her fingers glided over my skin as if coaxing the stresses from within me. I could feel my skin pimple in welcoming response to her touches. Oh god, that man just ran his hands down the sides of my breasts! Oh god, am going to get so wet, and my legs are spread wide open and everyone will see my wetness! Oh god, please body! Please don’t betray me now!

My husband as the rooting section, “Tony, you are so good at what your doing! Wow! Hey baby, like his hands? Aren’t these two just the very best at this?”

I wanted to ask what “this” was. Something, way back there in the very back of my primal brain, told me that I was being seduced. It wasn’t a clear or cogent thought, just an inkling that buzzed around the periphery of my consciousness. But I now had no way of stopping anything. I had signed that damned agreement not to say “no.” Talk about a double negative! Clearly I had been deliciously and cleverly tricked into playing a game without having any rules that protected my own selfish interests. Lying there, I began to feel my walls crumbling in my adamantly held position of no sex with people outside my marriage. In my growing sexual haze, I began to subconsciously question my need to win this years long argument with my husband. My arousing body was betraying me on all counts I realized with a mixture of indistinct anticipation and a self-righteous petulant anger.

Ursula’s hands were now caressing my tummy with soft butterfly touches. Her fingers were seductively dragging across my skin in a direction that led directly toward my sex. I had the image of her continuing on until she touched me there. I shivered with both anticipation and dread. Tony’s hands were moving slowly and softly up my sides, caressing the sides of my breasts with each pass. Looking down at his hands as they rose, I saw his thumbs were just barely clearing over the tops of my erect hard nipples.

I glanced at my husband. His eyes were roving back and forth between Ursula’s movements and Tony’s near misses. Then it happened. Tony’s thumbs grazed the very tips of my proudness. Looking down again, I saw my breasts jiggle as I jerked in response to his barest of touches. My husband smiled in delight. Tony and Ursula both glanced at each other’s eyes and smiled as if they were two sphinxes guarding my aroused pyramids.

My nipples were aching now, standing so proud and so tall. And they had just started this massage. God, there was no way I was going to last the whole hour of them touching me like this. Oooooh my god, his thumb tips just caressed my nipples again! Her hands were already traveling up my inner legs now. Oh god they are going to both make me cum. I will just die! I can’t stand the idea of my husband watching me cum from strangers touching my body. Oh god I just spread my legs wider for her to touch my thighs. AAHhhhhhh his hands are over my breasts and my nipples are being circled by the palms of his hands, oh GOD! Her hands just touched my upper thighs. Why do I keep spreading my thighs wider and wider for her? Oh godddddddddd her hands, … oooooooooooooooooooooooo, .. his hands are pulling on my nipplessssssssss, oh god her hands just caressed my lips. Oh god I can smell my sex, I must be drenching wet down there.

Then my silly husband started my favorite song, ‘Cannon in D’ by Pachabel (http://www.jacarandastrings.com.au/pachcan.htm). The sounds of the strings were somehow directly connected to my own tautly strung internal strings, my little clittie was vibrating to the chords of the song, sensual butterflies began their tickling flight within my tummy, the pulsing muscles of my abdomen started rippling, I was no longer in control of my body.

Gasping and writhing I tried to move my body against their soft touches, but they only mirrored my bodies movements, pulling their touches back so that their seductive caressing continued, never ceasing. Cruelly, they would not give me the satisfaction of allowing me a release. I was ready to pay the full cost of my humiliation. I was ready to allow my husband watch my orgasm from their touches, to admit to him that I had lost our bedroom war of control. I was ready, and I was willing, but they would not help me cross that final threshold.

I heard a mewling sound, high, plaintive. A wail of sexual need from somewhere near me. Surely they could not be needing to cum as badly as I did! Then …. Oh god it was ME! That was MY voice! My mournful voice of inner need was begging for their permission to release my hidden sexual self. And they seemed not to hear me. Their hands continued to caress me gently, lovingly, caringly.

“Ohhh god honey. Oh god. Oh my god baby. Please baby! Please! PLEASE!” I was arching. My body was frantic with tension. “Please honeyyyyyyyyyyy. OH god please!” I moved my right hand toward my crotch. I was desperate for release. Tony took my wrist between his thumb and finger, gently holding my wrist away from my body.

Ursula moved to my head. My beseeching eyes begged Tony to release my wrist. He was holding it gently, softly, just enough to keep me from easily having my own way. Just enough to cause me to have to assertively move my hand to myself, my steamy sodden widely opened vaginal tunnel. No easy access, I had to irretrievably prove myself a sodden slut in order to touch myself.

They stopped touching me. Slowly I regained a small sense of self-control. I was embarrassed, humiliated, but still sooooo needy. Tony released my wrist, placing it softly on my butterfly filled belly. I had regained just enough self-control not to try again to touch myself. I lay there, my chest heaving, gasping for air, beet-red from my sexual need and my self inflicted humiliation.

After several minutes of heavy breathing, I opened my eyes to find Tony between my legs. He was watching my face. When he saw that my eyes were open again, he smiled shyly at me, then reached up just below my rib cage and began circular caresses on my abdomen. Ursula moved her hands to my scalp and massaged my head deeply. I was drifting in and out of awareness now; just surrendering to them. I subconsciously abandoned my life long pretense at being a controlled, non-sexual woman and allowed myself to totally surrender to their touches. I remember thinking, “Any touches are Ok with me now. Any touches are OK.”

Tony was moving his hands along my sides, the sides of my breasts again, and it suddenly occurred to me that he was rubbing my sex with something. When I tried to look, Ursula placed a pillow under my head so that I could watch Tony without having to hold me head up. I grinned inwardly at the irony of having a front row seat at my own debasement.

I was beyond being shocked as I saw that Tony WAS touching my sex. He was unconsciously touching it with his penis. His penis was still inside his Speedo, but his shaft was moving up and down my opened wetted lips, softly rubbing across my tiny clittie each time he moved his hands up and down my sides. I could not take my eyes off of his movements there. Each movement up would cause his penis to move inside his tight, thin bathing suit. Each movement seemed to cause his penis to swell a bit more. Staring at his crotch, I watched the head rise toward the top of his suit. My legs involuntarily opened wider, allowing his hips to move fully between my thighs. His hips were now against my buttocks. Still he grew, and suddenly his large head burst into view above his Speedo. Gawking at it, I saw it continue to grow and grow until half of his thick shaft was protruding out of his trunks. God his cock was so long and thick! Still he massaged my breasts, his hands were now on the tops of my nipples and breasts, his palms caressing my breasts, his cock caressing my clittie as he moved slowly back and forth caressing me on all my very private parts.

Jay moved to my face, leaned over and kissed me softly, lovingly on my lips. Never had he kissed me more lovingly than at that instant. He whispered “I love you sweetheart. More that you can ever know honey. With all of my heart and my soul. You are my sun and my moon and my life baby.” His eyes moved to the penis caressing his wife’s body. I watched his eyes watch my sex being desecrated by this sensual perfectly built stranger.

I felt a pressure on my little open lips. Tony had changed from a caressing on my breasts to a slight tugging at my nipples. His fingers rose up the sides of them, stimulating them to even higher, harder pointedness. The pressure at my sex opening below increased and I felt a sudden slipping as Tony’s little head slipped slightly between my soaked vaginal lips. I was being sexually penetrated as my husband watched. I moaned softly as I tried to figure out a way to express my desire for him not to continue his carnal penetration of my sodden cunt. Oh god, did I just think the word “Cunt?’

Jay again whispered into my ear, “Relax sweetheart, he needs to massage you internally. He won’t’ cum inside you.”

Somehow in my sexual haze, that made sense to me.

My husband and I watched as Tony slowly gently inserted his thick rampant penis into me, fully penetrating me, opening my sheath fully to his thick dark cock. I remember thinking, “Oh god, he is fucking me as my husband watches.” Then I remember stupidly chastising myself for just thinking the word ‘fuck.’

Tony moved in and out of me for what seemed like an eternity as we watched his huge dark cock fucking my tiny white cunt. He made only slow soft movements; nothing hard; nothing fast. Just slow gentle fucking motions into me, then out of me, then back in. Filling me, stretching me, violating me with my tacit permission. I had not said ‘No.’ I had not even THOUGHT ‘No.’ I had just accepted his penetration of my body with the hope that his long thick dark cock would allow me to attain my intolerably needed orgasm. I had never in my life, before today, needed to cum. Now it was all I could think of. He never moved hard enough, or fast enough to allow me to crest, to cum, to fuck his cock savagely. With a touch of sadness I realized then that I had changed forever. This was fucking, and I liked it. I cried softly at my loss of my innocence even as I craved my further humiliation.

Tony stopped his movements and held his body inside me for a long time. All movements stopped, and through a slow fading of consciousness, I remember nothing until I awoke in my own secure bed hours later.



Part 5 Photo Shoot

Jay was sitting beside me, gently stroking my hair and forehead as I drifted back to consciousness. His eyes were locked on mine as he smiled lovingly at me. “How are you my love?”

How do I answer that? How do I tell him that I now crave a good fucking? How do I gracefully admit he has won, that I have lost our critically important interpersonal battle of sexual practices? Just the thought of having to admit that to him makes me strive to regain my newly lost innocence, my ability to again, and unfeelingly, control our sex lives, my hard sought but naturally inhibited ability to not need to yield to my orgasm, my ability to look at his needy erect hardness and feel contempt at his petulant, so obvious desire. My very pride is at stake here.

How do I answer him? Do I decide that I will deny my own aroused and newly born desire? Yes! That is what I will do! I will recover. I will again dominate! I will yet WIN!

Looking demurely at his loving countenance, I deliberately smile and refocus the conversation. “Are you having a good birthday honey? I hope so. I have tried so hard to act like I think you want me to.”

His face fell a bit, his eyes anxious. Why is he still smirking at me?

“Are you not having fun honey? Wasn’t the massage just perfect?”

“Yea babe, it was OK, but I wish it was you that was enjoying all of this, not me.”

“I know honey. I know how hard it is for you to feel like you can ‘take.’ But just think of it as giving me my most wonderful birthday present ever! Think of it as giving baby, because that is what it is, you know.”

Yeah! I did know, but it also meant that I was losing. There was no way I was going to lose. “OK baby, for you I will do it.”

His face lit up like the Christmas tree lighting in Rockefeller Center. The ache between my legs, and in my breasts wrested my attention for a few minutes as he again started talking about the rest of this day, his birthday. Why can I not concentrate on what he is saying. All I can think about is the need to touch myself where I NEVER touch myself.

“…Sofie Calle in thirty minutes.”

What had he been saying? Why does that name ring a bell to me? I remembered back to my college fine arts and art history courses and suddenly realized he was talking about a very famous French photographer. Struggling to think in the midst of my unwelcome needs, I vaguely recalled that she was an unorthodox essay style photographer who took great pride in her creative flair. Hmm, her work was inspired by the use of arbitrary sets of constraints, if I remember correctly. Jay had me intrigued, but how do I ask him what the hell he was saying without tacitly admitting I was distracted by my unwelcome new needs?

Oh what the hell, I decided I would bluff my way through this. “Thirty minutes? I’ll grab a quick shower before she gets here baby.”

“OK! Great! We can talk as you shower! I want to tell you some of what she said when I booked her.”

Damn it! I was going to relieve myself in the shower, but now I can’t! Shit! What is he babbling about, ‘when he booked her?’ Booked who? Calle? Fat chance! She was the most famous early essayist in French photographic history. She might even be dead now. No way he has her coming here. Oh god there is that word, cumming. Maybe if I turn away from him…….

But I could not, and he did sit there the whole time as I bathed, and he watched me. Damn!

“You won’t need any clothing baby, just put on a light robe, OK?” What in the world was he talking about!

I heard the door bell. Grabbing a robe, I went into the dressing room and began to furiously brush my hair. We had guests and I had no idea who or why. Just a robe? What was going on? I hated being so turned on like this.

Down stairs, Jay was talking in his reverent tones, so I knew it was someone he wanted to impress. All I could hear were tones, not words, until I realized they had walked up stairs and as well as Jay’s voice, I could hear a slightly feminine gruff voice. She sounded like a heavy smoker. I could smell her before I saw her. Her cigarettes were still heavily on her breath as well as integrated into the clothing she wore. Pulling my robe together, I stepped out of my dressing room, flustered and highly irritated.

“Sweetheart, this is Sofie Calle. Sofie, this is my wife, Deni, of whom we have talked so much about. Sofie was just explaining…” I lost total ability to concentrate. GOD! It WAS her! She was in my house! Oh god what did she think of my art pieces I had so carefully gathered, had framed to suit the piece, carefully arranged on my walls. OK, OUR walls. This was still Jay’s house too. Maybe not after today, but…..

“…natural progression of birth.” I had done it again, I had spaced out and not heard what was talked about. The heavy fog of my throbbing sexual need was turning me into a stupid blonde bimbo. Well, not that I am blonde, but the rest sure seemed to fit right now.

Ms Calle stepped to me and pulled my robe open and down my shoulders. Her appraising eyes searched my exposed breasts, my shoulders, my neck line. “Hmmmpp! Veery nice!” Her French accent was very muted. Her English almost perfect. Her hands assessed the slopes of my shoulders even as she assessed my photogenic qualities. Her hands then pushed my robe off my arms. I stood there in front of this French cigarette smoking stranger as she appraised me like a seven dollar an hour art student posing for art class for college tuition credits.

Her hands reached down and parted my sex lips. My GOD! This woman is so fucking nosy! My mind no longer sieved my words. I was too far over the line now. I was a walking need for orgasm. I had been reduced to a sexual object by everyone around me. I was a walking sexual object. My body had somehow taken over my mind. I was only here for sexual purposes.

Her nicotine stained fingers in me probed my arousal as if she owned my need. She pinched my soft wet lip and pulled it aside to peer at my clittie hiding there, erect and throbbing, but until now still possessing its dignity, unlike the new me. She turned me around and pushed me over, pulling my cheeks apart to caress my small rosebud, also watching it as her fingers probed to determine pliability, malleability of my most private opening. With added pressure she attempted to enter me there as she pursed her lips in professional conjecture. Licking her fingertips, she again pressed on my secret orifice. With sinking heart, I felt her wetted digits begin to enter me, violate me. My sex began to leak its humiliating wetness. Her fingers twirled within me as she clucked in deep thought.

“Ee sink ve must use her frrrront, not her behine. She ees perrrrfect! You vere rrrright wis me! …… Avante!” Several women entered my bedroom with photographic equipment and began to rearrange my bedroom under Ms. Calle’s direction.

I sensed someone behind me. Turning, I beheld the most perfect naked male body I have ever seen. My gaze dropped to its crotch. I could not stop my eyes from staring. Nor could I stop my mouth from dropping open. I stood there dumb founded, enraptured by the perfect view before me. Then it smiled at me. My knees went weak. His gaze was so soft and so gentle. How was it that the most beautiful men in the world were all at my house today? What had I done to have that happen to me? I felt my greedy hold on my dominance over my husband slip again.

Jay’s arm went around my shoulder. “Honey, Sofie wants to do this on black and white film, so Leo is the obvious choice. It will take a lot less editing to get the contrast between his skin and yours this way. OK? I know his cock is a bit large, but Sofie tells me that he is very gentle and considerate. She works with him a lot when she needs a black model for her shoots. Are you excited about working with a world famous artist to do your essay? Just think baby, your body will be world famous now. She already has several magazines signed up to publish her new essay!”

MY NAKED BODY IN MAGAZINES? What is happening here? For god sakes, what I my husband doing to me? That stupid contract I signed! What was I THINKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God, never trust a lawyer! Just a little agreement. MY god, I was about to have my naked body shown around the world to people I did not know and to people I did even not want to thiiiiink about doing what things while they looked at my naked body! OH GOD!

“Here honey, sign this release form right here. I have looked it over already, it is OK. You get 50% of all royalties.” He put the fucking pen in my hand and looked at me with that ‘Are you going to go against your word to me, are you’ look. He had me in his cross hairs and I no longer had any say in my life. My radically altered life. MY FUCKING CHANGED LIFE! God! I was swearing horribly all the time now. What was happening to me?

I signed the contract and he handed it to Ms Calle. She put it in her battered leather brief case. One of her helpers took the brief case and disappeared out the door. Oh god, bring it back, lets start today all over again! Please?!!!!!!!!

While I was looking at the disappearing briefcase, someone started to tug and pull at my nipples. They sprang instantly to erect neediness. By the time I was ready to deal with the unwanted touches, they had stopped.

I was guided over to the bed. My bed. OUR bed. Our MARITAL bed!

Ms Calle pulled a chair in front of me, pulling me down as she also sat.

One of her helpers also sat down and began to explain Ms Calle’s vision for her new masterpiece. The essay was to be an allegory of human conception and birth. She was substituting Leo’s penis for the baby. Leo was to be the impregnating father. His penis was to be birthed from me after it had impregnated me. She waxed eloquent about how the yin and yang of life were being respected, amplified. She talked about the duality of life. God, this woman soon had me believing in the concept. I began to think maybe this would not be so bad! They were going to shoot the essay in reverse sequence. I was first to have my beloved baby in my arms, caressing it, nourishing it from my suddenly milk filled breasts as I kissed it with loving tenderness.

Ms Calle brought Leo to me, arranging his erect penis within my arms. She guided his penile head to my ready nipple, placing the opening of him on the tip. He was pulsing slightly under my touch. She wrapped my arms under him, as if I were holding a newborn. My hand was under his glans, supporting his head as it were a soft new infant’s head needing support. She guided my lips to his purple head and told me to softly kiss him there with semi-open-lipped soft kisses. I felt my body responding to the scent of his clean manly skin. I enjoyed my caressing lingual kisses of his erection. I kissed him in many different positions as the camera clicked and whirred. Soon I forgot that there was anybody there but my baby and me. My mothering body was now dedicated to this new precious child.

Ms Calle guided his glans back to my nipple. A heavy drop of clear liquid ran from my little chocolate baby’s tiny mouth onto my erect nipple. I pulled his head to my nipple to allow him to suckle me there, to receive my clear milk, my new mother’s milk. I smiled at him with a love I had never felt before. This was my new baby. I loved him without reserve.

Ms Calle gently removed my baby from my arms and placed me on Leo’s lap, arranging me so that the head of his penis was protruding only a fraction of an inch from under me. A single photographer stood above me, shooting down across my new milk filled breasts to my womb’s opening. The picture would show my birthing baby’s head crowning from my womb.

Then they sequenced the length of Leo coming out of me, shooting the sequence of his long penis emerging from under me until my beloved baby was fully birthed from within me. I watched as I felt his erection move out from under me, pulsing with the heart beat of my incredibly conceived baby. Watching his incredible length and thickness, I could not help but wonder what it would feel like inside my body. Inside my womb, where it had already impregnated me, making my beloved baby, letting me give miraculous birth to my baby. I could feel the miracle of birth happening to me. I was totally in the moment of this.

Ms Calle then laid me back on my marital bed, mussing my hair carefully. She brought Leo to me and laid him between my thighs, pulling his rampant manhood to within four inches my needy wet and fully expanded vaginal opening. The camera clicked and whirred again as his cock closed on my opening, then touched me, then slowly inch by inch entered me to simulate my impregnation. The expansion and stretching of me was the most incredibly arousing sensation I had ever experienced. My hands went to his heavily muscled shoulders. My mouth was open, my eyes were wide as I felt my body accepting a black man’s penis into me deeper and deeper until I swore there was nothing left between my sex and my throat. Still he slipped within me until I felt his rock hard phallus nudge my belly upward. Looking down at my stomach, I could see his outline where it emerged from under my pelvic girdle. Ms Calle gurgled in pleasure as she rearranged the lighting to accentuate the shadowy form of him within my body. She chattered about the baby being visible within me. I was only vaguely aware of others around me. My focus was totally on my penetration, my impregnation. My conception of my first child. My first baby. The baby I had wanted for so long. To feel it grow in me, to feel it be nourished by my own body. I wanted this worse than anything I had ever felt before.

My legs went around my lover’s buttocks, pulling him into me. Forcing his cock to fill me until there was nothing left outside me. My hips began to rock as he withdrew his long hardness from within me. His muscles rippled as he began to pump me. I rocked my hips meeting his thrusts. I wanted my baby now. I was totally focused on causing my impregnation. There was no life for me outside this fucking of my fertile needy cunt. I knew I was fertile today. I knew from the tenderness in my belly that my egg had begun its trip down my tubes. All I had to do was provide it with one tiny sperm to have my most heartfelt desire. And I had within me the very thing that could provide it.

“Oh god Jay, yes Jay fuck me Jay fuck your cum in me Jay, cum in me baby, yes put your sperm in me baby. I am fertile today baby. Make me pregnant honey. Please Jay, don’t pull out today honey, fuck me full of your cum baby. Please baby, cummmmmm in meeeee! Oh goddddddddd Oh goddddd OH god baby fuck me hard, cum in me, make me pregnant Jayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

I felt the sperm erupt from that huge fertile penis within me, and I screamed in delirious joy. I wrapped my legs around his body to insure that his sperm firing cock would stay deep inside my fertile womb. I panted as I felt his cock draining his baby making sperm into my fertile womb. I even felt as if I could feel the joining of the two tiny bodies as they collided within my mothering womb, joining together to start the life of my new chocolate love baby, our new baby. When I awoke from the most incredible orgasm of my life, only Leo was there, still inside me, still pulsing his sperm into my fertile welcoming womb.




Part 6 Presenting the Artist

Leo’s eyes were open, watching me, an amused smile on his face. “Cherrreee, you are ze firrrst woman I have been esplode in while taking ze pinktures!” He leaned down and softly kissed my highly sensitive nipple. His French accent made my body twiggle all over again. My ankles were still locked around him.

The orgasm that had driven me to such a frenzy was still there in my belly though. I could feel it’s butterflies tickling me inside. I knew I was still wet in my little kitty. Well, probably not so little any more after Leo’s use. I looked into the mirror that is located on the wall off the foot of our bed, and could clearly see how widely my lips were spread, how large his penis was as it rested comfortably inside me. My soft folds had been shoved apart so much that it looked like I had large kitty lips. In reality, mine are quite thin.

Lying there, it suddenly occurred to me that my husband had set this all up. I ran through the day in my mind, thinking through how it had unfolded. I realized that my husband had been planning this for a very long time. He had told me flat out, this is for his birthday present. He had made it impossible for me to say “No!” He had set me up to have sex outside my marriage. There was no question about it any more.

I found my anger rising within me again. He had set me up to run the risk of pregnancy with a stranger, and one that I had never even met until minutes before he had copiously inseminated me; and on the very day that my ova had emerged from my ovary. I was positive it had emerged from its secret hiding place today, early this morning, because I had felt that distinct twinge I had begun to recognize from taking my vaginal temperature every day in my effort to conceive. Why had my husband deliberately set this up? His birthday present, my ass! Did he really not want to be the father of his own child? There was no way that Leo was going to marry me, I mean for god’s sake, what was my husband thinking?

“Ee like to sex wis you, Cherrreee.” His eyes were a mixture of puppy dog and macho man. I felt his penis begin to stir within me. My body responded to his sexuality without prompting. He grew longer within me as my body quivered again in its newly awakened and overwhelming need. His enlarging organ forced his previously deposited sperm from within me and it began to saturate my bottom, pooling under me.

My husband had started all this. Now he had left me here filled beyond capacity with a gorgeous hunk of a stranger. He knew my pussy was full of this gorgeous stranger’s potent black baby making cum. I began to rationalize having his body at least one more time. Without asking he began to move in and out of me again. My body seemed to have learned how to deal with his penis now. I felt my stomach muscles moving on his hardness as he started to pump. His strokes lengthened and gained strength. I watched his body filling me and emptying me in the mirror. I could see my white body suckling his black rampant cock as it fucked in and out of my cunt, my sodden cunt, my cunt, yes, that is what it is, my cunt! Oh god it felt so good. Fuck this! HIS Fucking cock felt so fucking good fucking my soaked randy fucking cunt!

My mouth began to emit the sounds of sex. I heard myself mewling for his use, his renewed insemination, his fucking of the whore I had now become. Still watching his cock as he pistoned in and out of me, I began to rise toward a rapture I had only glimpsed before. My body was now learning what it had been missing all my life. All my fucking life,…no, correction…………..all my fuckless life. I wanted to fuck now. I wanted to feel men fill my cunt with their fuck sticks, their pricks, their randy hard fucking cocks. I wanted to experience each and everything there was to sex now. I wanted to have lots of men fuck me full of their cums and their cocks and to know that I was a great fuck. I wanted to hear rumors of how I would fuck any body now. I wanted to be told by my girlfriends they were hearing rumors of how I was fucking men outside my marriage. I wanted to become a real slut, a whore, a fucking sex slave. “ GOD!!!!!!!!!! “Fuck me baby!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh god fuck me full of cummmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

“Leo honey, fuck me good baby, pound me hard baby. Fuck me full of your cum, make me pregnant with your baby honey, yes baby, pregnant with your little chocolate baby.” Oh god it felt so fucking good to finally let go and just enjoy sex. “OH god baby, I love your cock fucking me. I love feeling your fucking balls slapping my naked ass as you pound me with your huge cock! Oh GODDDDDDDDDDD! …….. Oh g-gooooood Leo, you know what I want? I want to feel you fuck my ass. I want to feel your cock shoved up my little asshole and make it as huge as my cunt is now while you fuck it. Get off baby! Let me get on my knees, let me gets some Vaseline so you can stretch my ass to fuck it deep and use it and make it huge like a huge gaping fuck hole.”

Leo leaned over and released my knees. I sprang up and ran to the bathroom, grabbed the Vaseline jar and had it open by the time I got back to the bed. Standing in front of the mirror, I bent over, took a handful of Vaseline and slathered it on my little virgin asshole. Shoving my hands as hard as I could, I worked them deep into me and stretched my virgin bottom with my hands as I watched in the mirror, my hand entering me slowly, making room within me steadily. Leo moved beside me, and I slathered his magnificent black cock with Vaseline, then turned, pulling him to my virgin asshole.

“Come on baby, fuck that gorgeous black cock into my tiny white asshole. I want to feel how it feels to have you deep inside my ass. God, I can hardly wait until I have more than one cock in me at the same time. Oh god, why have I waited so fucking long to let myself go? God yes baby, fuck me. Good baby, I can feel your cock head enteringggggggggggggggg me. OH god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is so fuccccccccking hottttttttttt. OH god, slide on in me babyyyyyyyyyyy. OHHH God I can feel my asshole walls stretching as you go up me!. OH god damn fuck, oh shit! Oh for fuck oh god! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS baby , Leo, fuck that huge black cock up my asshole. OH god! Why have I waited to do this??????? Slap my ass baby. Slap my ass hard, make my ass cheeks red and leave hand prints on them Leo. YESSSSSSSSSSSSS That’s it honey slap me hard on my assssss, spank me for being such a randy little sluttty whore fuck cum cuuuuunt. OH god damn fuck shit piss oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god I am going to cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm baby! Yes slam my ass cunt hard. Oh god Leo, fuck me like I am your street whore that you bought cheap on a Paris back street baby!”

My own scream hurt my own ears as I exploded beyond any sensation I had ever imagined to be possible. I jammed my body back against his hips with the force of a demon, forcing his huge fuck stick into my bowels until his huge ball sack slammed against my sloppy cunt, dragging across my erect hard clit before it again withdrew to again impale me deeper than I ever knew I could feel. I collapsed into oblivion even as I heard people entering the bedroom. The last thing I remember was Leo holding on to my hips as I hung down from his impaling cock buried deep inside my asshole, feeling him beginning to spurt his hot cum deep into my still clutching bowels.



When I again regained consciousness, I was still hanging from his hands, his cock still buried deep into my bowels, still pulsing with its relinquishment of his manly essence. I could hear him gasping for breath as my bowels instinctively tried to expel his huge shaft from within me.

Looking toward the bedroom door, I saw Jay standing there, mouth open, head tilted forward in utter disbelief. Ms Calle was beside him, also a bit surprised at what they had walked in on.

“Honey, are you OK? We heard you screaming and ran up here. Are you OK baby?”

Ms Calle, chuckled her wheezing cigarette laden laugh and told him of course I was OK. I had just had the best orgasm of my life. How could I not be OK? I suddenly realized I liked her immensely.

His eyes roamed my body, my impalement, my obviously raptured face. “Well baby, we have guests coming in about an hour for our party to honor Sofie. We will present her new masterpiece to the international art society. There is a dress in a white box on the shelf in the closet that you should wear tonight honey. See you in a bit. If you will shower now, I should still have time to shower after you, sweetheart. I love you so much honey! See you in a bit. Oh, the cleaners are already here, and the caterer is setting up already.” And with that, he disappeared from my inverted view. No shock at my having been fucked up my asshole. I felt myself ready to lose my bearings. Everything I had held dear in terms of my sexual morals was disappearing without him even noticing.

Sofie was still looking at me, a slight smirk on her weathered and wrinkled face. “Ms Deniii, I am soo pliiissed that yous are hexperrrrincing such pleaseeesure.” And with that she was gone as well.

It suddenly occurred to me that Leo was still deep inside my bottom, and the room was still upside down. Standing up, I leaned back and offered my lips to Leo over my shoulder. His black prick was still hard enough to hold its location deep inside me. His huge hands rose to my breasts and I was suddenly cradled comfortably in his strong intimate embrace.

“Want to shower with me big boy?” I took his hand and led him toward my bath. His cock began to slide out of me, then fell heavily from within me as I stepped reluctantly away from him, slapping heavily against his leg with a “Thack!” I no longer tried to make sense of the world I had mysteriously become caught in. I decided to just follow Jay’s or Sofie’s directions. My breasts and abdomen was still pulsing heavily with continuing sexual need. I wondered vaguely if I had now changed forever, if I would ever again feel that I did not crave more and more sex.

Leo took great pleasure in washing my body. His fingers caressed and played with me intimately as I stood there, water cascading over us, enjoying the freedom of allowing a man to enjoy me, my now unrestricted body. I felt no need to control his actions, where he touched me. I began to revel in the sensations he was arousing within my “new” body, my new attitude. I turned to stand with my back against him, reaching down I raised his wonderful cock between my legs. Holding it, I began to slowly thrust forward and back, feeling his silky skin rub against my small sensitive lips. Pressing down a slight bit, I felt his shaft sink between my lips and begin to caress the growing wetness within me. Looking down, I could see the slickness from my body lying on top of his gorgeousness. The amount of liquid leaking from within me surprised me. Normally I would have to lubricate myself before Jay could even enter me. The copious wetness escaping from within me now certainly obviated any need for external lubrications.

The bathroom door opened and I could see my husband standing outside the shower enclosure, removing his clothing. Leo tensed a bit. When he did not feel me becoming fearful, he again relaxed and inserted his fingers into my wetness, his other hand caressing my breast. He bent slightly and kissed my neck as he diddled within my need. His fingers twiddled my nipple to its own tiny erection. I watched my husband as he finished disrobing and reached for the handle of the shower enclosure. A grin parted my lips. The doors clicked open.

“Oh god honey, I am sorry. Please excuse!” He started to close the door.

“Plenty of room in here for you too sweetheart!”

“You really wouldn’t mind honey?”

I could not stand it. I had to tweak my overly self confident husband a bit. “No baby, we are done fucking, come on in and wash his cock for me while I watch you touching his huge cock. If you’re lucky, he might even wash your little one for you too.”

My husband pulled the shower door back open and stepped in. We moved back to allow him to wet his body. Looking down, it was obvious that he was hard. I realized at that moment that I would never look at his smaller penis the same way again. Reaching for him, I tugged him over next to Leo’s monster. I giggled openly as it was so obvious how much smaller my husband was. I took Jay’s white hand and guided it to my Leo’s huge black cock. Instantly my husband’s cock began to pulse and spasm, and a small amount of sticky cum spurted onto my leg. I could not help myself. I started laughing.

I was learning so much in such a short time. I realized that I was still in control, but now I had an expanded armament to choose from. I filed this new revelation away where I could best use it in my bright new future. I could not suppress my grin as I watched my husband’s flushed face and felt his discomfort at not having been able to maintain his composure as he touched another man’s penis, a black man’s black cock, a huge and perfectly formed cock. I could even say a dominant and superior cock, couldn’t I? I could not suppress my delight.

Turning half way, I raised my lips for a kiss from my black lover, he bent over me, and I inserted my tongue into his mouth. My husband was staring at my actions, his fist wrapped around his flaccid penis, moving it up and down his relatively short shaft. I caressed Leo’s prick allowing my motions to be fully visible to Jay. As Leo’s prick rose into full prodigious bloom, I knelt over it and began to kiss it with an excitement I had never experienced with my husband. I began to moan softly as my mouth could not be stopped, taking his beautiful head into my soft sucking lips, running my tongue over its circumference. Without thinking my hand began to caress the huge testicles hanging so innocently below the prick that had so captivated and freed me from my past illusions of sexuality.

Rising, I placed my hands on my husband’s shoulders and pressed down ward. He followed my lead, kneeling, and I brought Leo’s perfection to his mouth.

I stepped from the shower leaving two erections, each still wanting me, but both needing relief. Drying my body slowly, I watched their diffracted forms as my husband leaned toward my lover. Their shadows merged as my husband consumed the long shadow that was between them. The movement of my husband’s head left no doubt as to what was transpiring. In a very short time, Jay’s head jerked as I heard Leo grunt his cargo of black cum into my husband’s reluctant white mouth. There must have still been a lot of cum left inside Leo’s bulky testicles, because I heard my husband gag and cough.

Giggling softly I walked into my dressing room. Reaching up on the shelf for the white box there, I found my ascribed gown for the evening. Opening the box, I felt my eyebrows rise in fascinated surprise.



The delicious smell of salmon wafted over my appetite as I flowed down the staircase. I realized that I was incredibly hungry. Supervising the kitchen was normally my duty, but since this day, and probably this night, seemed a milepost in my life, I demurred and moved to the living room.

Sitting, I was offered a glass of my favorite Chablis. Resting there, legs crossed at my knees, I realized that I had never done this before a party. I began to plot and scheme. The permutations of my new knowledge were insidious. My mind nearly boggled at my new opportunities.

Sofie walked into the room at that moment, her gown diaphanous, her hair perfect, a helper still scurrying along behind her tucking in her tags. I rose and we engaged in small talk until the door bell chimed. Sofie had not even looked twice at my own gown. I turned to answer the ring, but Sofie placed her hand on my arm and informed me that her butler was on duty and would take consummate care of that small task.

I heard a deep male voice announce the names of arriving strangers into my living room. Again the chime, then another announcement of arrival. Soon my living room was full of people, all dressed in tuxes, designer gowns, and serious attitudes. As each person was brought before me as the hostess, I struggled to remember their names. Sofie seemed to know them all. Standing beside me, she introduced each and everyone, giving me a slight history of each relationship, some going back to the nineteen sixties. I could not see my husband, nor Leo as our house filled with what appeared to be the party of the year for serious art critics and aficionados. Sofie’s faint French accent became a soothing obsession for me as I began to realize just who surrounded me.

“Mesdames, Messieurs, dinnarrr is serrrved!” The assembled multitude moved as one toward the dining room. I began to worry that everyone would have a place to be seated. Just as I was sitting down, my husband appeared beside me, moving my chair in under me, then striding around the table and sitting beside a very beautiful woman. She immediately turned and began talking animatedly to him. I wondered vaguely how they knew each other. I wondered with a smirk if his breath smelled like cum.

Sofie was to my left, placing me in the seat of honor. It struck me as strange that Jay was not sitting at the head of the table.

The man seated on my right was gorgeous. His tux fit his incredible body perfectly. His eyes looked at me with droll pleasure. His eyes moved to my cleavage, then to my obvious nipples. He put his hand on mine, smiling at me in slightly condescending amusement. Leaning over, he murmured into my ear, “You are gorgeous, Deni! I can hardly wait to see you fully exposed in the artwork. I hear it is incredibly well done. Sofie assured me that you are her best model yet.” He straightened back up, but his eyes never stopped roaming my body. “I see you are wearing no wedding ring, sweetheart, may we assume that you are delightfully unattached?” His smile made my cheeks blush as I wondered where the hell my rings were. I again felt the unaccustomed wetness between my legs return. Thank god my gown ensemble had included a tiny transparent thong to arrest the ready flow of my sexual liquor. My gown felt as if I could shrug it to my waist with a single shrug of my shoulders. It seemed to hang from the tops of my nipples and the very crest of my breasts. Without even looking, I could detect the darkness of my areolae just under the nearly transparent fabric.

I felt a stockinged foot begin to caress my right calf. I smiled demurely, fully intending to make no protest at any sexual advances tonight. I was, as of today, a new woman. I now accepted all advances, and would now make my decisions as to who would enjoy my sexual favors only after I had fully appraised the available scenery. I was quickly becoming quite comfortable with my new persona.

After four courses providing a sum total of under fifty calories of food, the coffee was served, strong, European, in tiny little cups with no handles. I noticed that the guests all held the cups with two hands, almost as if to warm them selves on a cold winter’s night. Slurping and sucking noises were evident everywhere, followed by contented sighs. My stomach was growling in desperate need of some real nourishment.

I more felt than saw Sofie nod to her right hand woman. The lights lowered and there was my body gaping open, a long sting of sperm reaching between Leo’s huge black cock head and my open and gaping sex, culminating on my little innocent clitoris. The mixed sensations of humiliation, desire, embarrassment, and euphoria almost overwhelmed me. I felt slightly dizzy when as one they stood and began to clap. Looking up at them all standing, even Sofie, and all looking down at me with adoring eyes, smiles as broad as their collective faces, I felt overwhelmed. I stumbled to my feet, my eyes moving to Jay’s face for reassurance that I was not dreaming. I bowed my head in acute embarrassment, my cheeks burning as if they were at once wind chapped and sun burned.

The slide changed and a picture of Leo’s penis in reliefed shadow inside me was cast upon the crowd. My stomach was sucked in, as if I was inhaling. The form of him was so vivid, so clear, so obvious inside my naked belly. The rounding of my breasts were visible on the right, the shadow of my sex visible on the left. The picture had been cropped perfectly. The clapping rose from a din to thunder.

Again the picture changed. Somehow, they had photographically distended my flat belly to appear pregnant, in late term, ready. It was clearly my belly, I could see the tiny mole that only I recognized.

Then my body, still pregnant, appeared with Leo’s penis head slightly visible between my breasts, under my belly, and clearly between my swollen lips. Those lips appeared parted, expanding, as if truly giving birth. A series of quick slide changes provided the illusion of the perfection of Leo’s penis emerging from within my body. The thunder of applause became overwhelming in my acoustically too-live dining room.

Then my face, my pursed lips, kissing my babies head in infinitely tender love. I missed my baby suddenly, tears stung my eyes. Again I was in the moment of this incredible sequence of photos. Wolf whistles started as the men started clapping each other on the back. The women were hugging each other, including Sofie, as their excitement grew beyond anything I had ever seen.

The final photo appeared, dimming the noise briefly, then the room erupted in cries and shouts of adulation. Sofie was crying, tears smudging her cheeks as she saw, perhaps for the final time, the adulation that had garnered the fame so justly due her. She put her arm around my waist as together we watched my erect nipple leaking my new mother’s milk into my babies tiny mouth as he suckled from my plump milk filled breast.



Part 7 The Dance

Sofie led me by my hand out onto the deck, past the dance floor that had been set up, to the podium mounted atop the dais. Stepping to the microphone, she cleared her throat of its cigarette induced phlegm, then began to speak in her lilting sibilant French kissed English.

“Mesdames, Messieurs, sank you so much for se fonderrrfuuul rrrecepceyion. Eet has brrrought tearrrs to my heyes. But eet is not juuust me. No, eet is ze mo-dels, se camerrra perrrsons. Everrryone! But tonight, at sis time, I want most of all to intrrroduce se smasheeng mo-del sat vas so perrrfect for sis essay. Deniii, please come to mua.” She held her hands out to me as I blushed furiously. She came to me, took my hands, and pulled me to the dais. “Deniii is so shy, Mesdames, Messieurs. Thees ees herrr firrrst essay! Ees she not perrrfect!? Sooo eennocent” A series of black lights came on at the foot of the platform. A gasp went up through the crowd. Looking down at my dress, I realized that my body was now completely visible through my sheer gossamer dress. Even my tiny sheer sodden thong had disappeared. It was as if I were naked before their eyes. Sofie began to clap as she stood back. The exuberant applause took my breath away. They liked me! I began to realize that my body was not ugly, at least not as it had been shown by Sofie.

Not knowing what to do, I actually curtsied, blushing profusely. I swear the red flush went all the way to my knees. “Thank You! Merci!” was all I could choke out.

“And now ladieees and shentlemen, ve daaance!” The strains of the ten piece dance band drifted over the buzzing crowd. Latin Cha-Cha charged the air.

My delectable dinner partner offered me his well groomed hand and led me to the dance floor. He was a fantastic dancer! His way of aggressively guiding me as we danced was highly erotic. We molded into one mesmerizing team. He held me at just the right distance from his body. My nipples, naked except for the thin gauze of the dress, scraped against the lapels of his tux as we twisted and turned through the dance steps. Frequently his semi rigid bulge would caress my pubic mound as he pulled me in to him a spin. I began to feel the euphoria of it all.

“Well, Deni, how does it feel to be famous?” he whispered to me as finally we slow danced. His German accent was barely discernable.

“Why in the world would you call me famous?” I asked, my head tilting back to see his handsome face smiling down at me.

“You do not yet understand what is already in motion, Schatzy?” His genuine smile was enigmatically tantalizing.

“No, what are you referring to, Herr Mensch?”

“Deni, you so innocent, and a wonderfully sweet young woman! I am a publisher. Please do not sink me boastful if I tell you zat I own za seventy two most read magazines world wide. None in za United States, but zen, I could not publish Sofie’s essay of you in za US, could I? American’s are such, h w you say?, prudes. No, my sveet delectable little friend, next week, your incredible body vill be fiewed by fourteen million fiewers. The following veek, anoser twenty eight million fiewers will have za srill of seeing za erotic art zat you provide for us zis night, to titillate us all, to enchant the vorld. And I, my kleine Schatzy, I am truly enchanted by you.” His eyes held mine as my mind worked through the stunning revelations and their unlimited potential.

“Deni! Your mind is so agile. I see you calculating zere inside zat pretty little head. A smart AND a beautiful woman! What a perfect situation! So rare, but so fabulous ven I find it! May ve valk in za garden together Deni?” Without waiting for my reply, he took my hand and guided me off the dance floor and out into the moonlit darkness.

“Is not za full moon delightful on zis perfectly clear night, Deni? And see za stars? …….. And you are a star now, do you understand zat, my small sveet one?” He had stopped in the rose garden, head tilted toward the sky. The chiseled lines of his face casting a spell on my surging libido. My wetness again threatened to overflow the tiny triangle of fabric caressing my sodden lips. Instinctively I pressed the side of my breast to his bicep as I also looked up. He turned to me, looking into my eyes. His hand moved to my chin, holding it up for his kiss. His lips were soft, enchanting, dominating, eager. His body moved to mine. His penis hardening as it felt its counterpart holding steady for him. His hand dropped to my waist, then to the curve of my buttocks. His caress was soft, gentle, but possessive.

“Vould you like to return vis me to my hotel, my sveet voman? Ve could celebrate a bit zere as ve become much better acquainted.”

“Perhaps after the festivities are over tonight, we could share a drink, Herr Mensch.”

“Please my sweet Deni! Call me Hans! I insist. I vant to get to know you vell. I sense that you are not a, how do you Americans say it, a……..one-night-stand, like most of your compatriots. I like zat. I cherish zat. I like a voman zat understands zat women who accept the one-night-stands do not attain their goals. I like a voman who goes after vat she vants. I have nefer married only because I have never met such a voman, such a voman as you Deni. But, my beautiful and intelligent little treasure, I sense zat I might have met my perfect voman here tonight. Please do not sink me pretentious, sveet little Deni, but I must be honest vis you. I find you fery attractife. I find you , ….. vat is your vord…….ehhh, ….. ahhh! Irrepressible.” He suddenly chuckled. “Sorry my sveet Deni, I should haf said irresistible.” His self deprecating laugh made his chiseled features soften in the moonlight.

“Shall we return to the party, Hans?” Without waiting, I began walking back, my plump firm breast still firmly caressing his arm as we walked. My husband’s eyes were on me as we walked out of the moonlit darkness back into the light of the dance floor. No sooner had we returned than the man who had occupied the chair at the head of the table, requested a dance.

Hans relinquished my hand after kissing it. “Till later zen, meine kleine Schatzy!”

Turning to my next dance partner, I managed to remember his name, “Mssr Francusi!”

“Ah, Ms Deni, you do me great honor. You have remember my name! I am touch!” His accent was clearly audible, I guessed it to be Belgian (not quite French, not quite German). He led me right into the waltz without missing a step. Stiffly he guided me about the floor. His starched smile and stiff neck as he displayed me to the room seemed a bit insecure. He held me at arms length with a formality that made me distinctly uncomfortable. He made a point of dancing me as closely to the black lights as he could. As we would get closer and closer tot hem, he would begin to look down at my black-lighted nakedness under my gown. He would look back up, catching my eyes watching him ogle me. My previous liquid excitement began to dry up.

At the end of the waltz, he possessively took my hand and marched me out into the night. We had turned only one corner when he turned, grabbed my breast, and planted his lips over mine. I was too surprised to object before my mouth was blocked, one of his hands holding my head so that I could not easily disconnect as his other hand mauled my bosom. His tongue tried to force its way into my mouth. His thumb and finger found my nipple. He clamped it hard, twisting it as he squashed my sensitive bud. One of his hands went to his belt. I heard the rustle of his body being freed from its cloth covering. In a flash he reached down and pulled my thin dress up and covered my head, turning me away from him, capturing my arms as he forced me to bend over. Holding my arms with one hand, he pulled my hips against him with the other. I felt his rigid cock pressing at my opening. His hips thrust hard and he entered me. Five short jabbing thrusts and he deposited his sperm within my helpless body. Still holding my dress over my head, holding my arms, he paused there, his cock still pulsing his wetness into me. I struggle again and he dropped from within me, the damage done. Gasping for breath, he turned me around, again covering my mouth with his. He kissed me hard, his mouth covering mine, his cheek blocking the air way to my nose. I was running out of air. I panicked and kneed him. He doubled over, releasing all claim to my body. In the space of thirty seconds I had been raped, had sperm deposited into my womb by a man I did not know, and all on the very day that I knew I was fertile.

“I am sorry Mssr Francusi, but I could not breath!” What was I saying? He had just raped me! I tried to help him stand, but he sank to the grass gasping for air, his hands covering his naked family jewels. Looking up at me, he finally waved me off. I stood there awkwardly trying to decide what in the world had just happened. I am not more than twenty feet from my husband, in my own back yard, and a man has just forced his sperm into my fertile body. I could not grasp what had just happened. I stood there numb.

In a few minutes he tried to stand again. “Ms Deni, I do not know what came on me. I am not so this. I am not, how you say, … like this! Please believe!” For some reason I helped support him as he stayed half bent over, still holding one hand under his damaged jewels. “Please, in few moments, I take you to dance floor. Please, not to tell Ms Sofie, I am shamed! Please forgive.” His accent was much stronger now. I could not think.

He walked upright and starch-stiff back to the party. I held his arm just as I had as we walked away.

“May I have this dance, my lady?” Thank god it was Jay. I cuddled into his arms and put my head on his shoulders. My silent tears stained his lapel. He led me in the dance, holding me, guiding me, as I tried to process what in the hell had happened to me today. Was I really famous now? Where are my rings? Had I really just been raped? Had I actually taken two gorgeous men, strangers both, into my body today? Had I really had a black man inseminate me? Did Jay know what had been going on? Did Jay want me to have a black baby? Or would he divorce me when the child came?

“Jay?”

“Yes my lovely and wonderful wife, what is it?”

“Jay, I may be pregnant.”

“I know honey, isn’t it great?”

That stumped me. I total confusion, I puzzled the events that seem to be coing faster and faster at me. A short while later, I simply had to talk about what was going on. “Jay?”

“Yes sweetheart, my sexy beautiful pregnant little bride, what is it?”

“Is this what you wanted for your birthday, honey?” I looked up at his face, trying to see his eyes.

Jay looked down at me, smiling, pulling his head back so that he could see my face. “Yes baby! It was perfect!” He paused as he saw my wet cheeks, “Why the tears honey? You are famous now, you have the world by the tail. You are now so famous that you never again need to even use your last name baby. From now on, you are just Deni! Like Madonna, or Cher, you are one name, Deni! Isn’t that exciting? God I love you baby!”

I realized I had to tell him sometime. “I was just raped, Jay.”