Chapter 1: The Offer
Bob Stanford was mixing his third gin and tonic when he felt a firm slap on the back. He turned around and saw Ted Wilson standing there smiling at him.
"Hey Bob, how's it going?" Ted said cheerfully. "Hey Ted", he replied. Bob had never considered Ted to be a close friend, and actually found him slightly obnoxious, but they both belonged to the same country club and often traveled in the same social circles so they had at least become acquaintances. Ted's wife, Victoria, stood next to him with her arm around his waist as Ted absent-mindedly ran his hand back and forth across her ass. Bob always thought that Victoria was one of those women who looked like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. She had long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes with a radiant smile that seemed to automatically put you at ease. Her firm slender body had curves in all the right places and it was obvious that she worked out several times a week to maintain her sumptuous figure. Victoria always chose to let Ted do most of the talking and she laughed at all of Ted's jokes no matter how lame they were. Seeing her with Ted, Victoria could easily have been mistaken for your stereotypical dumb blonde but Bob always suspected that there was more to her than met the eye. "Great party you got here", Ted said with another slap to Bob's arm.
"Well if there's one thing Tracy knows how to do", Bob replied darkly, "it's spend my money."
Sensing that Bob was upset and needed to talk to someone, Ted turned to Victoria and said, "Vickie, why don't you go find Tracy and see if she needs any help."
Ted was the only one who Victoria allowed to call her Vickie. She insisted that everyone else call her Victoria and became indignant if they failed to do so.
Flashing her brilliant smile, Victoria said, "Yes dear", in a sweet little girl voice, before giving Ted a passionate kiss and turning to leave. Both men watched her ass gently sway as she walked away until she disappeared into the crowd.
"So what's the problem?" asked Ted. "This is a party and you're supposed to be having a good time."
Taking a sip of his drink, Bob turned to Ted and said, "How do you do it?"
"How do I do what?" replied Ted.
"How do you get Victoria to act like that?" Bob asked as he gestured in the direction that Victoria had disappeared. "When Tracy and I were first married five years ago we couldn't get enough of each other. We used to go everywhere together and we used to make love almost every night, sometimes even two or three times a night. Now, I hardly ever see her and when I do she's usually either too tired or has some other feeble excuse for not wanting to have sex. I'm starting to think that she only married me for my money and I'm afraid she's going to leave me. You don't seem to have that problem with Victoria, so how do you do it?"
Ted stood there and thought for a moment and then after looking around to ensure that no one was listening, he said in a quiet voice, "I'll tell you how to make Tracy act like Victoria if you give me something in return."
Suddenly intrigued by Ted's mysterious behavior, Bob leaned forward and asked, "What do you want?"
"I want a weekend with Tracy."
"Excuse me?" Bob said, unsure of what he had just heard.
"I want a weekend with Tracy", Ted repeated matter-of-factly.
Bob couldn't believe that Ted had the nerve to even suggest such a thing. He had noticed the way that Ted was always ogling Tracy but he never realized how much Ted wanted her until now. "You're crazy", Bob said angrily. "Even if she agreed, what makes you think I'd let you spend a weekend with my wife?"
"It's up to you", Ted said with a smug expression. "But if you change your mind, I'll be at the club all day tomorrow."
"Go to hell", Bob shouted. "I should have known better than to share my problems with an asshole like you."
"Suit yourself", Ted replied before turning and walking away.
Bob looked around to see if anyone had heard their conversation and he saw Tracy giving him a disapproving look. In response, he quickly downed his drink and turned to make himself another.
Chapter 2: The Decision
Bob lay in bed watching Tracy carefully brushing her hair in the bathroom. He loved the way her long fiery red hair and flashing green eyes made her smooth white skin look like fine porcelain. Even through the flannel nightgown she wore, he could see the outline of her full round breasts and wide curvaceous hips. He wasn't sure that it was possible, but she seemed more beautiful than the day he had married her. As she climbed into bed and lay down beside him, he leaned over and gently kissed her on the cheek as his hand slowly rubbed her firm stomach.
"You're drunk", she said in disgust. "I can smell the liquor on your breath."
"I may have had a few drink but I'm certainly not drunk", he replied as his hand slid slowly upward towards her breasts.
"And what was with that outburst between you and Ted Wilson?"
"He said something that I didn't like so I told him to go to hell", he explained as he gently kissed Tracy's neck.
"Is that all?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've never been so embarrassed in all my life."
Realizing that he was getting nowhere, Bob decided to take a more direct approach. Propping himself up on one elbow, he looked down at Tracy and said, "Are we going to have sex or not?" He then reached down to and gently squeezed one of her nipples.
Firmly taking his hand and pulling it away, she looked him in the eye and said, "I'm tired and I just want to get some sleep". She then rolled away from him and pulled the covers up around her neck.
"But it's been over a week", he pleaded.
"I'm sorry if I'm not a machine that can perform for you at the flip of a switch", she replied coldly. "Now are you going to behave yourself or should I go and sleep in the guest room?"
Bob's only response was to flop down on the bed with a sigh of frustration as he reached over and turned out the light. He lay awake for several hours thinking about Tracy's attitude and Ted's offer. Wasn't letting a man spend a weekend with his wife a small price to pay to get back the woman that he had married? Was Tracy bored with him and thinking of leaving him? Did she not want to have sex with him because she was seeing another man? How long could he hold out before desperation led him into the arms of another woman? He had already been tempted several times but had managed to control himself so far. He loved Tracy more than he ever thought possible, but he knew that he had his limits and that, if things kept going the way they were, he was rapidly approaching those limits. As he finally fell asleep just before dawn, he had come to a difficult decision.
Chapter 3: The Deal
Ted was sitting at the bar drinking a beer when he felt a tentative tap on his shoulder. Without turning around, he gestured for Bob to sit down at the stool next to him. "I knew you'd come", he said quietly.
Bob ordered a beer for himself and another one for Ted. "How did you know?" he asked.
"Because I've been right where you are. When Vickie and I first got married we were just like you and Tracy. We were inseparable and deeply in love. But I guess familiarity breeds contempt because, as time went by, Vickie became increasingly cold and distant. It got so bad that a week could go by without us saying two words to each other. I really think that Vickie was about to leave me when I found the solution to my problem."
"What solution?" Bob asked excitedly.
"Before I tell you", Ted replied, "you know what I want in return. So do we have a deal?"
Bob thought for a moment then said, "I don't think I could ever get Tracy to agree to spend the weekend with you, and I won't force her to go against her will."
"No of course we won't force her" Ted chuckled. "But by the time they're done with her, she'll gladly agree to anything you suggest. Now do we have a deal or don't we?"
"Who are they?" Bob asked, trying to buy time.
"Do we have a deal or not?" Ted repeated, becoming visibly annoyed.
Realizing that his time was up and he had to make a decision, Bob took a deep breath and nodded his head. The two men shook hands as Bob said impatiently, "What do I have to do?"
In response, Ted reached into his pocket and placed a business card on the bar in front of Bob.
Bob picked up the card and looked at it. Written in gold engraved letters were the words "Madame Lacroix, Voodoo Priestess" and an address. "Voodoo priestess?" Bob exclaimed in disbelief. "You must be joking."
"No joke", Ted replied. "She really is a voodoo priestess and she can help you with your problem, just like she helped me with mine. Go and see her first thing Monday morning. I've already phoned her and told her you were coming. Explain to her what your problem is and ask her for her help."
"I don't know about this", Bob said with hesitation in his voice.
Seeing that Bob was on the verge of backing out of their agreement, Ted placed his hand on Bob's arm and said, "Do you want to lose Tracy the way I almost lost Vickie?"
Bob shook his head. The thought of losing Tracy heightened his desperation and strengthened his resolve to do anything to keep that from happening, no matter how bizarre it seemed.
"I didn't think so", Ted replied smugly. "Now if you'll excuse me I think I'll take a quick dip in the pool before I go home to Vickie and have a real workout", he said with a nudge and a wink. As he stood up to leave, he paused and said, "By the way, don't forget to bring your checkbook. Madame Lacroix doesn't work cheap." He then turned and disappeared towards the dressing rooms.
For several minutes, Bob just sat there and stared at the card before he asked the bartender for a gin and tonic. Then as an afterthought, he told the bartender to make it a double.
Chapter 4: The Priestess
First thing Monday morning Bob found himself walking down the plush corridor of an uptown high-rise office building. He checked the business card for the fourth time to make sure that he was at the right address. This didn't seem to him like the kind of place that you would find a voodoo priestess. He had expected a dingy little shop on some deserted side street or an unmarked door in some alley. This seemed more like kind of place where you find doctors and lawyers. Even then, only the best doctors and lawyers could afford an office in this building. When he found the office with "Madame Lacroix" written on the door in big letters, he decided that he was in the right place. After standing there for several minutes trying to work up the courage to go in, he took a deep breath and opened the door.
Inside, he found a modestly decorated reception area with a half dozen chairs and a coffee table with assorted magazines. On one side, a young man sat behind a large wooden desk typing away at a computer. Again, Bob checked the name on the door to make sure he had the right place.
"Come on in", called the young man as he stopping typing. "If you're looking for Madame Lacroix then you've come to the right place."
Bob closed the door and walked over to the desk. "M-my name is Bob Stanford and I believe I have an appointment."
"Ah yes, Mr. Stanford", said the young man cheerfully. "Mr. Wilson told us you'd be coming. I'll let Ms. Lacroix know that you are here." He then picked up the telephone and pushed a button. "Ms. Lacroix? Mr. Stanford is here for his appointment." A few moments later he replaced the receiver and, gesturing towards a set of double doors, he said, "Ms. Lacroix says that you should go right in."
"Thank you", said Bob as he headed for Ms. Lacroix's office. Taking another deep breath to steady his nerves, Bob turned the knob and opened the door. As Bob entered the office, he discovered that it was similar to the reception area. Pictures of tropical locations hung on the walls and a large leather couch sat off to one side. Across from the door, sat a large wooden desk with a chair on either side.
Bob had expected on older woman, but was delighted to see that the woman rising from her desk to greet him was in her mid-twenties. Her ebon skin appeared flawless and her deep dark eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire. She was wearing a brown tweed business suit and a simple white blouse. "Please come in and have a seat, Mr. Stanford", she said brightly. "Are you Madame Lacroix?" Bob asked tentatively. "The voodoo priestess?" "Voodoo priestess?" she chuckled. "You must have one of my old business cards. Now days I prefer to be called a spiritual councilor."
"No offense but you're not all what I expected", Bob said as he sat down.
"Let me guess", she said with a wry smile. "You expected a withered old hag with tattoos wearing some sort of strange outfit and waving snakes over a bubbling cauldron."
"Something like that" Bob laughed.
"Don't let my appearance fool you Mr. Stanford. I am much older than I appear. Now if you don't mind, I am pressed for time. So if you would kindly explain why you wanted to see me, I would greatly appreciate it."
Bob nodded and proceeded to explain the problems he was having in his marriage and how Ted had indicated that she could help him.
As soon as Bob had finished, Ms. Lacroix turned and looked out the window, deep in thought. After a few moments of silence she turned back around to Bob and said, "Even voodoo cannot make your wife love you, Mr. Stanford, but for a fee of $50,000 I can release your wife's passions. I just cannot guarantee that she will be passionate about you. She may meet another man that she finds more desirable and leave you for him. However, for an additional $50,000 I can guarantee that she will be loyal and obedient to you for as long as you desire. It won't be love but she will be completely devoted to you and will be unable to cheat on you or leave you for another man. This is what your friend Mr. Wilson wanted from his wife. The decision is entirely up to you."
The word obedient made a chill run down Bob's spine but he didn't want to pay $50,000 and run the risk of having Tracy run off with another man. After all, it was his fear of losing her that had driven him to such drastic measures in the first place. He remembered the way Victoria had acted around Ted and he convinced himself that if he could get Tracy to act like that around him then he would be happy. "I want to do this right", he told the priestess, "so I'll pay you the $100,000. Just tell me who to make the check out to and what I have to do."
Ms. Lacroix smiled at him and said, "As you wish. There is a resort on a small island in the Caribbean called San Pablo. As soon as you get home today, call them and make a reservation for a week's stay starting this Friday. My receptionist will give you their business card on the way out. On Friday, bring your wife to the resort and pay them the fee of $100,000. During your stay, it is necessary for us to borrow your wife for a couple of days. When we return her to you, she will be devoted and obedient as you have requested. Are there any questions?"
"What do you mean you have to borrow my wife? Won't she be upset about being kidnapped?" Bob inquired.
"Do not be concerned, Mr. Stanford", the priestess reassured him. "She will be returned to you unharmed and with no memory of ever being abducted. Now, if you have no further questions, I have another appointment in 5 minutes."
Bob stood up and shook Ms. Lacroix's hand before turning to leave. But as he reached the door he stopped. "I have just one more question."
"You want to know why I do this don't you?" the priestess said with a knowing smile.
"For many years I lived in poverty on the island that you will see on Friday. I now live in a deluxe penthouse apartment with a view of the river. Why do you think I do it Mr. Stanford?"
Bob just smiled at her before turning and leaving her office.
Chapter 5: The Abduction
It took two days of pleading and arguing before Tracy reluctantly agreed to go to the resort. Bob finally convinced her that they needed some time alone together to work out their differences. When they arrived late Friday afternoon, Bob went to the front desk to check in while Tracy headed for the gift shop.
"Reservation for Stanford", Bob told the desk clerk.
"Ah yes, Mr. Stanford. We've been expecting you. That will be $100,000 payable in advance", the clerk said matter-of-factly.
Bob quickly wrote the check and handed it to the clerk.
"Thank you sir. I will see that Ms. Lacroix knows that you have arrived."
That evening after dinner, Bob and Tracy checked out some of the local sights. Bob tried not to let on that anything was wrong but he was constantly looking over his shoulder and jumping at shadows, expecting someone to grab Tracy at any moment.
As they got ready for bed, Bob decided that he would try one more time to seduce Tracy. If she responded, then he would tell the desk clerk that he had changed his mind and that he wanted to call the whole thing off. However, as soon as Tracy climbed into bed, she informed Bob that she was tired from the long flight and needed to get some rest. She then rolled over and fell asleep leaving Bob more frustrated than ever.
The next morning, after a long and sleepless night, Bob went to take a shower while Tracy got dressed. When he emerged from the bathroom about half an hour later, he couldn't find Tracy anywhere. He called out to her but got no response. He was about to call the front desk when he noticed the note by the telephone. It read "Your wife will be returned in two days" and was signed M. Lacroix.
A shudder ran through Bob as he realized that he had finally reached the point of no return. As he sat down on the edge of the bed he placed his head in his hands and began to sob uncontrollably.
For the next two days, Bob spent most of his time in the hotel bar, returning to his room only to pass out when the bar closed. He was already on his second gin and tonic Monday morning when he heard a voice behind him.
"If you don't stop, you're going to kill yourself."
He turned to tell the person to fuck off when he saw that it was Madame Lacroix sitting on the barstool next to him. Instead of the business suit that she had worn the last time they had met, she was now wearing a very revealing string bikini. The two tiny triangles of material that made up the top barely covered any of her breasts, which Bob could swear were much larger than before. The bottoms consisted of a patch of material that was so small and thin that it was obvious that she shaved her pubic hair. Even in a resort full of rich people with plastic surgeons and personal trainers to keep them attractive, her beauty stood out.
Bob let his eyes roam shamelessly up and down her body until a single thought suddenly penetrated his alcohol-clouded mind. "Where the hell is my wife?" he shouted.
Ms. Lacroix put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Please remain calm Mr. Stanford. Your wife is in your room, asleep and unharmed."
Bob stood up to run to Tracy but, with a strength that seemed out of place for her size, Ms. Lacroix quickly pushed him back onto the barstool. "Before you go to her", she said sternly, "I have something to give you." She then held out a chain with a small ornate pendant on it. "Your wife is now bound to this amulet and whoever possesses it. Take it and put it someplace safe. You do not need to keep it with you at all times. As long as you are the last person to have held it she will continue to serve and obey you. However, if the amulet is lost or stolen she will automatically obey whoever has it. Do you understand Mr. Stanford?"
"Yeah I understand", he said, rudely grabbing the amulet from the priestess' hand. Even after having come this far, he still didn't really believe her but he was anxious to go see his wife and he figured it would be faster to just humor her. "Is that all?" he asked bluntly.
"Yes Mr. Stanford", she said with a sigh but Bob was already gone.
Chapter 6: The Reunion
Too impatient to wait for the elevator, Bob sprinted up the stairs two at a time until he reached their floor. His excitement and the alcohol in his system made his hands shake as he fumbled with the key. When he finally opened the door, he burst into the room, expecting the worst. His heart jumped into his throat as he saw Tracy lying on the bed, naked and unmoving. He walked cautiously towards her but stopped and let out a sigh of relief as she began to stir.
Awakened by Bob's noisy entrance, Tracy stretched and rubbed her eyes as she tried to clear the cobwebs from her brain. She looked up and saw Bob standing over her and smiled at him. Suddenly her smile turned to a look of panic as she vaulted out of bed and ran to him.
Bob saw the terror in Tracy's eyes and he wondered what Madame Lacroix had done to her to make her so afraid. He was about to take her in his arms and hold her when she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him. "I'm sorry for falling asleep. Please forgive me, master", she begged fearfully.
Bob was stunned. This was not what he had expected. Reaching down, he grabbed Tracy's shoulders and pulled her to her feet. "Are you all right?" he asked.
"I'm fine, master", Tracy replied. "I was just tired."
"Where have you been for the last two days?" Bob asked.
"I've been right here with you, master", Tracy said with a puzzled look.
Bob could see that Tracy had no idea what had happened to her. "Why do you keep calling me master?"
"I call you master because you are my master and I am your loyal and obedient slave. Is that all right, master?" Tracy said with a quiver in her voice.
Realizing that he was frightening and confusing her with his questions, Bob took Tracy in his arms and held her tightly. Ms. Lacroix's words about the amulet and how Tracy was bound to it raced through his mind. He suddenly had a thousand questions and cursed himself for not asking them when he had had the chance. He looked down at Tracy as she looked back at him adoringly. He leaned down to kiss her and she retaliated by firmly planting her lips against his and shoving her tongue into his mouth before he could resist. Tracy kissed him with a passion that he hadn't felt in a long time. The combination of Tracy's kiss and the feel of her naked body pressed firmly against him caused the pressure to build in Bob's pants. Suddenly, all the questions running through his mind disappeared. All he cared about was the beautiful woman wrapped in his arms and how much he wanted to make love to her. He broke the kiss and carefully sat Tracy down on the edge of the bed as he kicked off his shoes and reached up to undo his shirt.
Gently placing her hands on his, Tracy looked up at Bob with hunger in her eyes and said in a soft seductive tone, "Let me do that." Starting at the top, she softly caressed his chest and stomach as she slowly undid each button. She then leaned forward and began kissing and licking her way up his body as she climbed to her feet and slipped the shirt off of his shoulders. Again, she planted her lips firmly against his as her tongue explored the inside of his mouth and her aroused nipples pressed against his chest. After several minutes, she broke the kiss and began working her way back down his body, again dropping to her knees. Licking her lips sensuously in anticipation, she quickly undid his pants and let them fall to the floor exposing his semi-erect member.
Tracy's eyes lit up like a child opening a present on Christmas morning as she reached out and gently began stroking Bob's penis with both hands. As Bob's cock swiftly came to full attention, she leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue up the sensitive underside of the shaft, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through Bob's body. Wasting no more time, Tracy firmly wrapped her lips around the tip and began moving her head forward and backward, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth with each stroke. After only a few minutes, Tracy's head was moving furiously back and forth as she took Bob's entire length deep into her mouth and throat.
Bob was in shock. Tracy had never cared for oral sex and had only performed it on special occasions such as his birthday or their anniversary. The fact that she was voluntarily giving him a blow-job was a sure sign that Madame Lacroix had indeed unlocked Tracy's passion. Feeling the pressure begin to build in the base of his cock, he reached down and placed his hands on Tracy's head to steady himself as he began to shoot his load.
Feeling the first few drops of cum begin to emerge from Bob's cock, Tracy pulled back until her lips were firmly wrapped around the tip as she began stroking the shaft with her soft hands. In moments, Bob's semen began to erupt into Tracy's mouth as she tried valiantly to swallow it all. For several minutes cum poured from Bob's throbbing member until finally the flow began to subside and she could feel Bob's cock growing limp.
Trying to squeeze every drop from Bob's rapidly deflating dick, she began to suck it like a Popsicle. When she was satisfied that he was completely empty, she began gently licking up a few drops of semen that had leaked out. After meticulously cleaning his entire cock, she reached up and scooped a few more drops off of her chin. As she stuck her fingers in her mouth and began sucking them clean, she looked up at Bob with a devilish grin and said, "Did you enjoy that, master?"
Still high from Tracy's expert ministrations, all Bob could do was nod vigorously with a contented smile on his face as turned around and fell backward onto the bed. For several minutes he lay there and softly ran his fingers through Tracy's hair as she lay beside him with her head resting gently on his chest. When he had regained some of his strength, he decided that he should return Tracy's favor. As he slid out from underneath her, Tracy tried to get up but he gently laid her back down as he slid off the edge of the bed. Grabbing her knees and spreading her legs as wide as they would comfortably go, he reached up and slowly ran his fingers through her soft pubic hair.
Tracy propped herself up on her elbows and gazed down at Bob with a concerned look on her face. "You don't need to do that, master", she said.
Bob looked back at her and said, "Why not?" as he began to gently rub her pussy.
"Because you are my master and it is my duty to make you happy", she explained. "I am your slave and my happiness is irrelevant. Therefore it is unnecessary for you to please me."
"But making you happy makes me happy", Bob replied. "So just lay back and enjoy it."
Satisfied that letting her master pleasure her was the best way to make him happy, and unable to disobey a direct order to enjoy it, Tracy laid back and closed her eyes as a warm feeling washed over her.
For several minutes Bob gently stroked Tracy's pussy as her heat began to build and her juices began to flow. Then, after deftly parting her lips with his fingers, he leaned forward and gently inserted his tongue, causing Tracy to let out a soft moan. Slowly he began licking up and down her pussy, stopping occasionally to tease her rapidly swelling clit with his tongue. When he felt that her clit had reached its maximum size, he began sucking on it while he gradually inserted one finger deep into her pussy, causing Tracy to let out a much louder moan. He began sliding his finger in and out of Tracy's pussy as he continued to lick and suck her sensitive button. Deciding that she was ready for more, Bob swiftly inserted a second finger into Tracy's pussy and increased the speed of his strokes.
Tracy bit her lower lip as she moaned and whimpered.
For several minutes, Bob continued to thrust his fingers deep inside of Tracy as he gently caressed her clit with his tongue. Every time he thought that Tracy was about to climax, he would slow his pace, wanting to extend the pleasure as long as possible. Finally he inserted a third finger into Tracy's pussy, causing her to buck her hips wildly in an attempt to drive his fingers deeper inside her. As he moved his fingers in and out of her pussy, Tracy reached up and began roughly twisting and squeezing her swollen nipples while her head thrashed wildly back and forth. Sensing that Tracy had taken all that she could, Bob began sucking her clit with renewed effort as his fingers moved in and out at a furious pace.
It only took a few seconds before Tracy's body stiffened and began to shake as she experienced the beginning of an immense orgasm. For several minutes convulsions wracked her body as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her energy finally expended, she began to descend from her sexual euphoria as she collapsed limply on the bed and gasped for air.
Bob crawled up onto the bed beside her and smiled at his exhausted wife. When she opened her eyes and looked at him, he looked back at her with the same devilish grin she had given him and said, "Did you enjoy that slave?"
All Tracy could do was nod vigorously with a contented smile on her face before placing her head on Bob's chest and falling asleep with the sound of his gentle breathing in her ears.
Chapter 7: The Arrangement
By the time Bob and Tracy returned from the resort on Saturday, they were both exhausted and they slept for most of the next two days. When Bob finally checked their voice mail on Monday, there were a dozen messages from Ted, each sounding increasingly irate. Dreading the conversation but knowing that putting it off any longer would only make it harder, Bob reluctantly dialed Ted's number. "Hello?" Ted answered.
"Hi Ted. It's Bob."
"Where the hell have you been?" Ted yelled into the phone. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for two days. I was starting to think that you were trying to renege on our deal and had decided to skip town."
"Tracy and I have been sleeping since we got home", Bob replied defensively. "We didn't get much sleep at the resort and we were both exhausted. So get off my back or I will renege on the deal and you can try to sue me in court. Got it?"
"Hey relax. I'm sorry I overreacted and accused you of trying to renege. I'm just so excited about having two beautiful women like Victoria and Tracy for a whole weekend. I should have warned you that you have to pace yourself. You'll soon discover that Tracy wants sex anytime you want it and you have to decide how much you can handle without killing yourself."
"I kind of figured that out", Bob replied with a smirk. "Look, I'm sorry I snapped at you like that. It's just that I'm not completely comfortable with the idea of Tracy sleeping with another man."
"I really do understand", Ted reassured him, "but I'm still not going to let you off the hook. If it makes you feel any better, I promise I won't hurt her and maybe I'll lend you Victoria for a weekend sometime. How does that sound?"
"Thanks for the offer but I don't think I could handle them both for a whole weekend" Bob chuckled. "How about you take Tracy the weekend after next? I want to enjoy having my wife back again before I lose her again, even if it is only for a weekend."
Ted was silent for a moment. "Yeah, I guess that's okay. Since I've waited this long, I'm sure another week won't kill me. How about I pick her up Friday afternoon and return her Monday morning?"
"Sounds good to me."
"There's just one more thing", Ted continued. "I was thinking that maybe you should lend me the amulet for the weekend. I want to be sure that Tracy won't feel guilty about having sex with me while you're still her master. I promise I'll give it back when I return her Monday morning."
"I-I don't know", Bob said hesitantly. He didn't trust Ted at all but he wasn't completely sure how the amulet worked and didn't want to cause Tracy any undue anguish.
"I'm only doing it to save Tracy's feelings", Ted explained, "but if you don't mind if she feels bad about sleeping with me then that's okay."
"Well, okay", Bob reluctantly agreed. "I'll give you the amulet when you come to pick her up. Now if there's nothing else, I'm going back to bed."
"Go ahead. Just make sure that Tracy is well-rested when I come to pick her up."
"Yeah okay. See you then".
Chapter 8: The Transfer
The clock had just finished striking the hour when Bob heard the doorbell. As he opened the door for Ted, he looked at his watch and said, "When you said afternoon, you meant just after noon, didn't you?"
"Well you know how excited I am about this", Ted replied gleefully. "Where's Tracy?"
"She's upstairs getting ready."
"And, um, where's the amulet", Ted asked hesitantly.
In response, Bob reached into his pocket and pulled out the shiny pendant. He held it tightly in his hand for a few moments before slowly handing it to Ted. "I'll call her", he said quietly as he walked over to the stairs. "Tracy?" he yelled but there was no response. "Tracy?" he yelled again but, again, there was no response.
"Let me try", Ted volunteered as he stashed the amulet in his pocket. "Tracy?" he called.
A moment later, Tracy bounded down the steps and almost knocked Bob over as she ran over to Ted and dropped to her knees. "I'm sorry, master", she apologized. "I didn't hear you come in. How may I serve you?" She was wearing a light summer dress that stopped just above her knees and a pair of white open-toed sandals. Her pink nipples were clearly visible through the flimsy material, revealing that she was not wearing a bra.
Bob grimaced as he watched the woman he loved groveling before another man.
"Are you ready to go, slave?" Ted asked with a huge smile.
"Yes, master", Tracy replied obediently. "I just need to get my things."
"Don't worry about your things", Ted told her as he helped her to her feet. "You won't be needing much this weekend." He then turned to Bob and said, "I guess I'll see you Monday morning".
Bob just grunted as Ted and Tracy headed for the door. He watched miserably as they climbed into Ted's car and sped away. Long after they had driven out of sight, he stood there motionless before finally turning and going back inside.
Chapter 9: The Weekend
As soon as they left the driveway, Ted instructed Tracy to lift her dress. He was disappointed to find that she was wearing panties and ordered her remove the offending article and toss it out the window. He then reached over and began softly stroking her pussy causing her to squirm with pleasure. He was admiring the small tuft of red hair between her legs when the blast of a car horn abruptly shattered his reverie. As he swerved back into his own lane, he decided that it would be a good idea if he waited until they were safely back at his place before he played with his new toy.
As they entered the large mansion, Victoria was waiting for them in the front hall. Except for a pair of red high-heeled shoes and a red leather collar, she was completely naked. "Welcome home, master", she cooed. "Would you like me to get you a drink?"
"Not right now, slave", Ted replied. "You remember Tracy, don't you?"
"Tracy is going to be joining us this weekend. You don't have any problem with that do you?" Ted asked. He already knew the answer but he still wanted to hear Victoria say it.
"No, master", Victoria replied cheerfully. "I realize that it takes more than one woman to satisfy a man as powerful as you. I'm just happy that you have deigned to allow me to share your bed."
Ted's chest swelled with pride as he strutted over and rewarded Victoria with a passionate kiss that almost made her faint with pleasure. "I want you to take Tracy upstairs to our bedroom and get her ready", he ordered. "I will join you in a few minutes."
"Yes, master" Victoria acknowledged before leading Tracy up the long staircase.
Ted watched the two gorgeous women for several seconds before he turned and entered the study. He walked over and opened a small wall-safe as he removed the amulet from his pocket. After placing the amulet in the safe, he locked it and headed upstairs.
Victoria and Tracy were sitting on the edge of the bed waiting patiently as Ted entered the bedroom. They immediately jumped to their feet and stood at attention.
"How may we serve you, master?" they both said in unison. A collar and a pair of shoes similar to the ones that Victoria was wearing, only in green, had replaced the dress that Tracy had arrived in.
Ted was amazed how the green of the collar and shoes matched the green in Tracy's eyes and made her red hair seem to burn even brighter than before. "Vickie", Ted ordered, "I want you to show Tracy the position."
Victoria immediately dropped to her knees and spread her legs as wide as they would go. She then arched her back and placed her hands behind her head, causing her large breasts to thrust forward.
"Assume the position", Ted ordered Tracy.
Tracy looked down at Victoria before dropping to her knees and mimicking Victoria's pose. Although her breasts were not as large as Victoria's, they were round and firm enough that they seemed to defy gravity. Ted stepped forward and carefully examined the two women. He reached down and gently cupped Tracy's breasts in his hands causing her to part her lips and softly sigh with pleasure. He then placed his lips firmly against hers and was pleased when she returned the kiss while remaining in the position. After finally breaking the kiss, Ted sat down in a chair by the door. "I want you two to get on the bed and put on a show for me", he ordered. "I want you to show me how much you love me by showing me how much you love each other."
Without hesitation, the two women scrambled onto the bed and wrapped their arms around each other in a loving embrace. Their eyes burned with desire as they pressed their lips together and rolled around the bed in ecstasy.
Seeing Tracy and Victoria's voluptuous breasts rubbing sensuously against each other as their tongues battled for dominance caused a strain in Ted's pants. Tracy was the first to break the kiss when she reached down and began tenderly fondling Victoria's luxurious tits as she began sucking one of Victoria's hard and swollen nipples. For several minutes, Tracy systematically moved back and forth between Victoria's breasts while Victoria moaned softly and ran her fingers through Tracy's silky hair.