Peter Jensen - The blackmailed wife

"I understand, Ann. Don't pay any attention to Pete. He is just a loud Gringo who doesn't know when he should keep quiet," Carlos answered, understandingly.

"I-I apologize for letting myself get out of hand downstairs. That's the first time any other man has ever touched me. I-I don't know what happened."

"That was pretty exciting, down there. It would be difficult not to be affected by it. Besides," he joked, "it shows you are human in spite of what Pete says."

Ann laughed in spite of her guilt. It was nice talking to Carlos. He seemed to understand her more than the others and she began to relax for the first time since they entered this place. Carlos was so pleasant, he seemed almost like a brother rather than someone she had to fear. He fixed them more drinks and returned to his seat on the couch, making no move toward her. This increased her confidence in him and her fears diminished. They talked at random for a few minutes and then Carlos excused himself for a moment to make a phone call. As soon as he closed the door, Ann's curiosity got the better of her. She had never seen two people making love before and her hand went to the pictures still lying in a heap on her lap.

She studied the one of the woman sucking the man's penis carefully. She had heard of women who did this and when she had been in high school she had heard some of the other girls joking in the toilet about it but she had never expected to see anyone doing it. The woman's mouth was stretched so wide she wondered how she kept from choking on the enormous shaft. It was huge, and her lips were locked on it as though they would never let go. A ripple of sensation coursed through her as she pondered its size. It was much bigger than Dave's and she clasped her legs tighter together as she wondered what it would be like to have something that big shoved between her thighs. She flipped guiltily to the next one and gasped as it proved to be just the opposite. The same woman was sitting on a couch with her feet flat on the floor and her legs spread wide apart. A man was kneeling between her thighs and Ann could see clearly his tongue curling into the spread lips of her open vagina. Her mouth gaped at the obscene sight. She had also heard about men doing this to women but never thought the sight of such a depraved act could excite her against her will as this photograph was doing. She could feel a slight moistness again between her tightly pressed thighs. She reached for her drink on the table by the chair and took a long sip of it. It burned going down and she could feel her hand holding the pictures begin to shake as the emotions reflecting on the girl's face in the picture transmitted themselves to her own body.

She jumped as Carlos entered the room unexpectedly. She did not hear him coming and her face flushed again. It was too late to hide the fact she had been looking at the pictures and she could see the amused expression on his face as he looked at her.

"Caught with a hand in the cookie jar, eh?" he laughed good-naturedly.

"Well," Ann's lips curved into a pout. "I was curious. Anyone would be that has never seen things like this before."

"Yes, I think you are right," he agreed, filling both their glasses again. "Even I enjoy sometimes, it's good way to learn."

"You don't mean you do the things these people are doing, do you Carlos?" Ann asked incredulously.

"Who can tell, Ann. Even you be surprised some times at some things you do in passion. It's a very – how you say? – strong thing."

"Well, I don't think I would. It's like an animal, some of the things they're doing."

"What things?" Carlos asked unexpectedly, a slight smile crossing his lips.

"Well-ah-ah," Ann stuttered for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter when she saw the amused look on Carlos' face. "Why, you – you did that on purpose. You can just look at them yourself. I'm not going to sit here and explain the details."

Carlos picked up his drink and moved to the arm of Ann's chair, resting one arm lightly across the back.

"Alright brave girl, let's see these things you talk about."

Ann's courage faded with Carlos sitting so close to her. She took another swallow of the Scotch to bolster her strength.

"This one for example," she blurted, "how could any self-respecting woman make love to a man like that. I think it's disgusting."

"Your husband is a young man is he not?" Carlos questioned.

"Why, yes, he is, but what brought that on? Dave is very good at making love and he doesn't have to resort to these horrible things to make me happy."

"Yes but do you make him happy?" Carlos answered. "Making love is two people, not one."

"Of course, I do. I'm not frigid. I like it too."

"Yes," Carlos reminded softly, "I know you do. I've felt you, remember?"

"Yes, I know you have," Ann answered slowly, reflecting on what took place on the couch downstairs a few minutes ago. "But please don't remind me of that Carlos. I want to forget it ever happened, if I can."

"But not something you think to forget," Carlos objected softly. "It was thing you needed, Ann. I could feel when I touched you. That's why I not stop when put hand on mine to hold back."

"Carlos," Ann said. "Please don't. I know, I know I may have felt like it. But that gives me no right to go around acting like a common street walker. I do have my husband to think about."

"Of course," he agreed. "But perhaps it better if you learn a few things. Someone may take him away…"

"You mean like this," Ann said grimly, holding up the picture of the woman sucking the enormous cock.

"Well, I think she make this man very happy."

Ann was becoming confused again. She knew she shouldn't have had that last drink. She felt she was right and shouldn't even be discussing these obscene things but the correct arguments weren't coming to mind. She blinked, heavily, trying to clear her vision that had blurred slightly. Thoughts from the first days of her marriage flickered hazily through her mind. She did remember Dave putting gentle pressure on her head several times trying to push her down his body, but she had not responded. She had not even been aware of what he had wanted. He had done it so subtly. Was this why the letters weren't coming now? Did he have someone else over there who would do these awful things for him? He had always seemed happy with her, at least outwardly, but she did have to admit that she was a prude in certain respects. Did it take these things to hold a man?

Another time fluttered into her mind when Dave had trailed his kisses down her body to the soft flesh of her stomach and kneeling between her open thighs had begun planting moist kisses on the soft flesh and hair surrounding her vagina. She had almost screamed for him to stop and sobbed that it was evil and had pulled him up over her again. He had taken her in the normal way but without the fire he had had before and she had wondered why. Was this it? Was it because she didn't really know what a man wanted or what sex really was? Was it really the animal thing she had seen on the stage downstairs? She had never – in the year of her marriage to Dave – experienced it like the girl with the dog nor had she ever been worked up to the peak that Carlos' hand brought her to – perhaps she was frigid and Dave's almost casual attitude in making love to her was the result of this. Had she been kidding herself – what should it be like when two people make love? The thought raced through her mind – what should it be like what should it be like? Carlos put her glass into her hand and she drank deeply again. She felt the lewd stirrings that had churned her body to such a fever pitch on the couch downstairs, return.

"I can teach about love, Ann," Carlos said softly, dropping his hand slightly from the back of the chair to her bare shoulder.