George Perry - The willing wife

"Oooowwww…" he groaned quietly.

"Mmmmmm…" she sighed.

"Oooww… your finger…"

Jan eased her finger from the squeezing sleeve and his body went limp. She gently eased him from on top of her to a quivering mass of flesh beside her on the bed. The candle was fickering wildly, she noted, about to run out of wax. Then the room went black, and she closed her eyes.

As she started to doze off she felt his small hands warning back over her tits. She turned her back to him wanting sleep now more than anything else. But the boy didn't seem to mind. His hands were already exploring her ass and his little finger was searching for her asshole. She remained motionless until he found what he was searching for and screwed his finger in, allowing him a moment to explore the cavity to satisfy his curiosity. Then she reached back and removed his hand.

"Better go back to your room now, David," she whispered over her shoulder. "It's late… I'll still be here tomor…" And she was asleep before she could finish the sentence.

Jan awoke with a start. Without her watch she had no idea of the time, but front the dim, gray light filtering through the only window in the room, she decided it couldn't be much past dawn. There was a great deal of activity in the house, she realized, and assumed it was the noise in the hall that had awakened her. As she slipped out of bed and hastily pulled on her clothes, she glanced out the window and saw there was a thick fog hanging in the air. She shuddered from the chill it gave her to see the spooky effect it created around the house.

Still pulling on her sweater, she rushed to the door and out into the hall, wanting only to be with someone now to ease the fear in her mind. She walked down the hall toward an open door where most of the noise seemed to be coming from.

"Oh!" she said with a start as she found herself looking into the boys' bathroom.

"Didn't mean to wake you," the old woman said, sitting on a stool just inside the door. "it's after nine and we have to get things done though."

"I didn't… realize… it was so late," Jan stammered, her eyes scanning the room full of naked boys.

The woman saw the puzzled look on Jan's face and said, "Have to watch them, you know. Can't afford to let them get sick or anything."

"Yes… of course," Jan answered absently, her mind still confused by all the naked flesh moving about the room. She noted the embarrassment – her presence caused for the older boys as they tried to shield their nakedness from her view.

"Have to check that they wash good, brush their teeth and move their bowels," the woman explained, holding up a record book for Jan to see. "It's all part of the job. All that bread, oatmeal and potato soup can really bind you up, you know."

Jan was fascinated by the procedure: a monitor checked the bowl to make sure the occupant left a deposit, then he signaled the woman, who put a check in the book next to the boy's name. The boy then showered, brushed his teeth and presented himself to the woman for inspection.

"Spread your cheeks," the woman was saying to the youngster before her. The boy turned, bent slightly and spread his buttocks for her. "Hmmmm," she muttered. The boy flamed and she took his cock between her thumb and forefinger and examined that, pushing the foreskin back to eye the purplish head. "Okay. Next," she said.

Even though she was mesmerized by the scene before her, Jan managed to force herself away from the doorway and quickly moved toward the stairs to the kitchen. Over a cup of coffee she managed to clear her swirling, dizzy head and put things into place. At precisely ten a.m. the phone ran and Charles bolted for the phone. This was it! he told himself, letting the phone ring once more to be certain he hadn't just imagined the first.

"Hello," he said, his hands trembling with nervousness.

"Mr. Latimer?" a man's voice asked.

"Yes."

"Listen carefully. We have your wife. If you want to see her again, get one hundred thousand dollars from the bank and wait for instructions. Got that?"

"But…"

"No buts! You can get it. And you'll get a call tonight… eight sharp… make sure you have the money. And if you want to see your wife again DON'T call the police! Do you understand?"

"Yes," Charles answered quickly. There was a click, and Charles returned the phone to the cradle. He spent the next few minutes rehearsing what he was going to say to the president of the bank. Then he got his jacket and started for the door. So far everything was going just as he had hoped, he told himself over and over, to calm the nervous feeling in his stomach.

At the bank he spoke his words exactly as planned and his boss listened attentively. Charles was a little surprised at how calm he took it.

"The first thing I want you to do, Charlie, is relax," Bill Cassidy said in a fatherly tone. "Getting yourself all upset isn't going to help matters… and you're shaking like a leaf… we'll work this out. Don't let it get you down. As a matter of fact, this very subject was discussed at that seminar I went to in Miami. The F.B.I. sent an agent to the meeting to explain exactly how we should handle this sort of thing. As a point of interest, he told us to expect it to happen and I've been thinking about it ever since."

"I was warned not to contact the police or… F.B.I.," Charles said in a nervous voice, giving the impression he didn't want to put Jan in danger.

"Don't worry about a thing," Bill said in that same fatherly tone. "The F.B.I. won't do anything to jeopardize Jan's life. They'll handle this in such a way that no one will know they're in on it. But we have to call them, Charles. It's the rule."

All Charles could do now was sit back and watch as the call was made to the F.B.I. It wasn't hard to pretend nervousness, because he was nervous, and it made everything look that much better. Before he realized it, two F.B.I. agents were in the office with them and he went over the details with them, including Laura's visit, which he offered before they could ask.

"I won't ask you not to worry, Mr. Latimer," the older of the two agents said: "Your wife's life is in danger, but no more so because we're in on the case. She stands a better chance now that our experience is behind it. We'll handle this just as they say, with only a few minor additions. For instance, your neighborhood is being checked right now to see if the house is being watched. We're putting a tap on your phone, but no one will know. And the ransom money is ready. Of course the bills are marked."

"As soon as we get word that no one is watching the house, Ed and I will go home with you to wait for the call. We'll play the rest according to the call. But we won't endanger your wife's life in any way. You can count on that."

Charles gave a sigh of relief, realizing he had completed his act without mishap.

The agents called Laura into the office, and while they were swearing her to secrecy, Charles was asking himself if it wouldn't have been easier just to get a divorce. The sight of Laura caused his pulse to quicken and he desperately wanted to take her in his arms and walk away from the whole episode. But he sat in silence, watching and putting any thoughts of divorce out of his mind… knowing it would hurt his career.

Jan found herself rushing to finish her coffee, anxious to get back to the bathroom. Something was driving her to return to the room full of naked boys, but she couldn't explain what it was. Then as she reached the open doorway again she spotted Tom and Al standing in line, waiting for their turn to be inspected by the old lady. Their faces flushed with embarrassment at the sight of Jan and she suddenly realized why she was so anxious to return to this room… to give these two boys a taste of the discomfort they had given her the day before.