George Perry - The willing wife

"Well… Washington has come up with a pretty conclusive theory on how they manage the impossible task of getting out of a region with all those kids and not being detected… and the fact that you cooperated with their agents more than the other victims contributed immensely to their investigation. And I want you to know I'm proud of the way you handled yourself during this whole thing…"

"Charles!" Jan interrupted him.

"Oh yes… But first I should point out that the other victims were much, much older than you. They were all in their late fifties or sixties which is probably why they withheld information. They were more concerned with protecting the children than catching the leader…"

"…Anyway," his voice droned on, "Washington has the theory that the man and woman are actually related in some way to all the kids. They break into an abandoned home, make it barely livable and then their kin deliver the children. The parents then take off for nearby resorts… the lakes and what-have-you… When the job is completed, the signal goes out and the parents rendezvous with the old couple and pick up the kids and drive home. The police can't stop every car with kids in it… and everyone is safe."

"I don't believe it," Jan said, sinking back into the water. "Then it's almost impossible to catch them."

"I'm afraid so," Charles sighed. "They've even been able to dispose of the marked money in such a way that it can't be traced."

Jan got up and stepped out of the tub, noting that Charles ogled her naked body again, but finding herself suddenly more concerned with her own thoughts. When she got to the bedroom, she decided she didn't feel like putting on a nightgown. She felt Charles wouldn't object to it in his present state of mind. Then she began to wonder if this was the night for Charles to satisfy his weekly sex urge, but remembered it wasn't.

She propped the pillow up against the backboard, so she could sit up in bed and go over these new developments in her mind and try to sort out the truth from the lies. The feel of her own bed gave her pangs of delight. Then she quickly turned to the night table and took out her cigarettes. The first puff reminded her of Al again and she inhaled deeply, remembering the shower that had followed her last cigarette.

Charles had gone downstairs when she had finished her bath. He entered the bedroom now to give her another surprise; he was smoking a cigarette and carrying a drink.

"Janice," he said, as though addressing a board of directors meeting. "These past few days have had an effect on me that… well… has changed my whole life in a way. While you were suffering from the lack of decent food and your very life was at stake… I was indulging in self-pity. I just want you to know how proud I am of the way you conducted yourself. It took the F.B.I. to point out to me what an outstanding person you really are and I hope you will forgive me."

"Please, Charles," she said, trying to keep him from saying any more.

"As you can see," he continued anyway, "I started smoking and even drinking under the stress of it all…"

"Really, Charles, this isn't necessary," she tried to cut him off again. "Haven't I always told you you should let yourself go a little?"

"Well… I just thought you should know…"

With that he emptied the whiskey glass and walked into the bathroom. When he returned a few minutes later he was naked. And the shock of seeing Charles walk around naked, with the lights on and in full view, left Jan speechless.

"Perhaps I cracked under the strain," he said, approaching the bed. "But I suddenly discovered I enjoyed a bit of self-indulgence."

"We all…" Jan started to say, but his hands came down to her face and he lifted it, choking off her words with an open-mouthed kiss. When his tongue darted into her mouth, she found herself coming to a kneeling position on the bed to alleviate the awkwardness of his position over her.

Still holding her face in his hands, he moved away from her mouth and, staring into her eyes said, "I've gone through hell, Jan. I only hope you won't hate me for giving in to these self-indulgent habits… but I couldn't help myself."

"Don't be silly…" she began, but found his stiff cock coming to her lips, then pressing tightly against them.

Charles looked down at the surprised look in her wide eyes and found himself forcing her jaws open with his thumbs. His cock slipped easily between her pouty red lips and she was suddenly entering the warm moistness of her mouth. He thought of Laura as his prong slipped deeper into Jan's throat and wondered what the great attraction had been for her. This was a real delight, he told himself as he watched her lips slip over his slowly sinking cock. That was the best part, he decided. To be able to see the shock on her face. Her wide eyes tantalized him with their helpless expression and fear of what he might do.

In all the years they had been married, Jan never realized that Charles was actually endowed with such a large cock. Until recently, she hadn't had the opportunity to see anything to compare it to. And she hadn't seen it close up in so long, she wouldn't have recognized it anyway, she told herself. But more important than the size was the way Charles was acting. A totally different Charles was now cramming his cock down her throat and she was taken aback by the sudden change in him.

"You probably think I'm an animal," he said, pulling his prick from her mouth.

"Oh no…" Jan said, choking on the sudden void in her mouth. "You've been through hell," she reminded him, trying to recapture the meat in her drooling mouth.

"You're right. But so have you," he said, gently pushing her back an the bed. "And I can't express the way I feel… about you… But turn over and I'll try to show you."

Jan found herself being turned over on her stomach and couldn't imagine what Charles was up to. She wanted his cock in her mouth again. Now he was making her turn over. It just wasn't like him to act this way, she thought, as she felt him coming up between her legs on hands and knees. Then she felt his cock poking at her cunt and realized he was going to take her dog-style.

"If you want me, Charles," she called back over her shoulder, "you'll have to kiss my ass first. Not on the left cheek. Not on the right cheek… but right in the middle."

"Do you mean like this?" he asked, dropping down and planting a kiss at the spot he considered to be down the crack far enough to cover her hidden asahole.

"Not quite, dear," she cooed. "Spread the cheeks and put it on the bull's-eye."

Charles did as he was told, though it wasn't easy for him to submit to her demands. He did manage to plant a tight-lipped kiss on the small pink bud and felt he had won his reward with that endeavor. But as he began to resume his position at the entrance to her cunt, she wiggled away from him.

"Tongue it, Charles. Tongue my asshole," she said, waving her ass before his eyes to make it more exciting. "If you want me… you've got to work for it… and you can start by French-kissing my asshole. Then if you're a good boy, I may let you kiss my honey-jar."

"Oh Janice," he sighed, dropping back down to the bud buried between the firm cheeks of her ass. "Whatever you say… I'll gladly do whatever you say."

"Tongue it, Charles. Give it all you've got…"

Charles twisted his tongue into a thin tube and snaked it into her ass, twisting and whipping it around the dry tunnel and buttering it with saliva. He could feel her body jerking and squirming and knew he was driving her wild with his recently discovered talents. And he decided to add a few new tricks to the act by slipping it out of her anus and driving it into her cunt, then out again and back to the blinking eye of her asshole.

"Ohhhh Charles… do that with your cock!" she cried, no longer giving orders, but actually begging for it.