Copyright© 2001-2003

A girl of the Enterprise crew
Refused every offer to screw.
But a Vulcan named Spock
Crawled under her smock,
And now she is eating for two.

It was the third email from the same individual - politely asking for the same thing each time. An intriguing request. I had ignored the two previous but perhaps it was a slow week or maybe I thought it would be fun.

I answered.

I was doing something I nearly never did - I was meeting with one of my users. Or rather one of my adult sites paying customers.

If you remember my previous posting, I have a very lucrative online adult site. One that hosts only mature sexy ladies - pictures that you will find no where else. Ladies that are, indeed, your next door neighbour's wife or mother. Real women doing real sexual things.

It seems that Doug Abbey has been a paying customer for over a year and that he had a proposal for me. One that, when he revealed it, amazed me enough to actually drive my Porsche to a suburb of the city I live in.

The place was a dive, small and dark - maybe I'm being too critical, it was three in the afternoon after all - a pub. There was three semi-trailers parked out in the large lot but I saw no one else except the weary-looking waitress here with us.

A balding short fat man came in and immediately made his way toward me. "Mr. Gardener?"

I stood and took his hand. "Doug Abbey."

He nodded for the waitress and sat across from me. A beer arrived in less than a minute - perhaps he was a regular here?

Doug seemed nervous.

Rightfully so - as he had come here to ask me to seduce and train his wife.

"I guess you understand why you are here?"

"Only partially?"

He nodded and then shrugged. "You must think I'm nuts or something?"

"Well it would help me to understand why you want me to fuck your wife?" I purposely used vulgar language to see if it prompted a negative response. My Coke was nearly gone and lifted my glass for the waitress - the older thin woman who wore her hard life in her eyes quickly responded with a new glass filled with my favourite cold beverage.

Doug merely sighed. "My marriage is basically a void Mr. Gardner and I think you can bring a new spark into it." His beer was nearly empty. "I want you to train Mary so that it may save our marriage."

It was ludicrous sounding isn't it? I was very sceptical.

Doug reached into his sports jacket breast pocket and brought out a short stack of photos which he handed over. "She doesn't know I'm here."

I took them and then spent my time looking through the pictures. They were photos that you would find in nearly any home, of a middle-aged woman smiling for the camera at Christmas, cooking in the kitchen, eating at a barbecue, holding a small baby... they spoke volumes about Mary Abbey. They also spoke volumes about the husband who wanted me to do this thing to her.

I was already finding dislike for this man.

"I still don't understand Doug - why don't you do what your asking me to do?"

He huffed and leaned in to whisper, "Don't you think I haven't tried? We went to a marriage counsellor last year; tried going away without the kids for the weekend! I think its only a matter of time till she leave me or has an affair."

He did not want to save his marriage but to turn his wife into a sex slave. Well, what man would not want that for his marriage - I thought sarcastically.

"What makes you think I can accomplish this?"

Doug sat back and shrugged, "I don't - but with me helping I hope you can."

I stole through the photos again but took careful notice of Mary's eyes in these photos. I didn't see unhappiness, unless she was good at hiding it, maybe loneliness.

"Listen Mr. Gardner, I recently sold my part of a business that I helped create twenty two years ago - I have money if that will help convince you?" It would also help explain why he did not want a divorce - it had a way to splitting your well-earned booty by at least half.

I gave him a cold look - my own bank accounts were overflowing with cash from perverts like him on the Internet.

This wasn't about cash.

I made the decision. "If I do this thing, then I have total control?"

His faced brightened up and he nodded aggressively with his double chin wobbling, "Absolutely!"

"And she must never know that you and I planned this." Non-negotiable my eyes added.

"Never."

"If it doesn't work we go our separate ways and we never see each other again." Another nod.

I looked at the top photo and at the woman I was agreeing to enslave. Would her life be better or worse with me in it? Was she even prone to being a slave - if not, then this exercise may very well be a waste of time and effort on all our parts?

Mary came to the table and Doug followed me to a standing position after he saw that I was standing up in reverence to his wife - it was only polite. She looked rather pleased at my gentlemanly way.

I put out my hand and smiled, "Ah, you must be Mary - your husband has been saying some nice things about you." Her small hand was cool to the touch but her eyes warm.

I was surprised that Mary looked younger than in her photos, it was the eyes I determined, they held a life of their own.

She looked puzzled at my appearance and Doug jumped in to explain, "An old friend dear, back when I was with Yoeman", his old company.

Her eyes returned to mine, "Oh a pleasure Mr... ?"

I ignored her and moved to offer her my seat, "Please?"

She looked flattered and I wondered when the last time a man gave up his seat for her.

"We were just ordering," I waved for the waiter, "would you like something Mary?" I stole a vacant chair from the table next to ours and sat down.

"A salad please." The waiter nodded and quickly moved to submit her request to the kitchen.

We were downtown at a small cafe, seated outside by the busy sidewalk.

Doug swallowed the last drop of his drink, a double rum, and stood back up. "I'm sorry Mr. Gardner, Mary, I have an appointment at the bank - it was postponed from this morning." It was as arranged, this meeting and his quick departure.

"Oh?" Mary looked confused at being abandoned, but not surprised I noticed.

I stood and shook hands with Doug, smiling at Mary, "I think I can keep Mary company for the next hour or so - would that be fine?"

My smile must have reassured her, that and since I was one of her husbands 'old friends' - she nodded, "Certainly Mr. Gardner, it would be a pleasure."

I caught a harsh look pass from wife to husband, given to Doug for his abandonment of his wife at a cafe downtown with a stranger- it was obviously not for me to notice.

He disappeared quickly and I retook my seat just as the food appeared.

In the last month Mary and I have met downtown, at various locations, four times for quiet luncheons. Purely innocent of course - but we hit it off immediately. In fact, I intentionally did not flirt or act in any way untoward Doug's wife - I was working on gaining her trust and friendship. Though I did notice the subtle change in the middle-aged woman, the extra attention she took to make herself attractive at each successive meeting.

At home, as instructed, Doug made himself scarce, ignored his wife when he was home, and being a bastard when he could not.

On the fourth lunch meeting, Mary told me about the downward trend at home - admitting, with tears in her eyes, that it has never been easy but it has been intolerable lately. She asked me, in confidence, if she thought her husband was having an affair - I told her truthfully that I didn't know.

I was the perfect comforting soul - my ear open and my words soothing. I made it known that I enjoyed her company and that I thought her a wonderful person. My eyes told her I thought her also attractive.

The fifth lunch was to be at a little place I knew that was dark and very intimate. It also had great food and was rather exclusive.

Mary Abbey was impressed and had dressed for the occasion, which I took liberties to visually admire. She didn't miss a look, but smiled shyly as a response. She emptied two glasses of wine before the food had even arrived.

This all helped to set the mood to perfection - as Mary went on to tell me how much of a pig her husband was, how he had cheated and back stabbed his employees and partners to create his company, how he was forced out by the other two owners. The more wine she consumed the harsher her comments were about her husband. Things must be very difficult for her at home - now with my arrangement with Doug but also years before.

During this diatribe, I took her hand in the both of mine and stroked it gently. By the time the waiter had arrived with our meals, my hands was stroking her covered thigh and about her shoulder.

We didn't even look at the meal for several minutes as Mary finished venting about something her husband did the last Sunday during supper. I reached over with the hand from her lap and gently aimed her face toward me and leaned down to kiss her softly. It was a comforting soft passionate kiss and I guessed the woman had not been kissed like this for a very long time.

It took the thirty nine year old woman by surprise and when I sat back she looked at me with such amazement that I almost broke out laughing.

Her breathing had quickened noticeably so that her average sized breasts heaved beneath her blouse.

I saw that she was about to say something, something about being married and not being the type of person to do this... kiss another man, but then she leaned in for another.

Our lips opened and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. And when I disengaged she was panting.

"No more about Doug - I want to talk about you."

She nodded her acceptance, thankful even, I think she would have ate gravel if I had suggested it right then, "What would you like to know?" I handed her her wine glass so she could wetten her dry voice.

I laughed lightly, "Everything!" Then looked her directly in the eye and asked firmly, "Like, what colour are your panties?"

She almost spit out the wine that she had in her mouth, so startled was she and laughed nervously. Mary stared at me amazed and seemed to come to a decision, "I am wearing white underwear Mr. Gardener."

"Lace?"

She nodded slowly, watching me carefully.

"Waist high pantyhose or thigh?" She was wearing a purple skirt and a pale yellow silk blouse - her nylons were tan.

She cleared her throat and re-crossed her legs nervously, "Waist high."

I made a face of displeasure and sighed, "You have very sexy legs Mary - you must wear thigh high stockings for me."

I leaned in again and kissed her, my tongue slipped easily into her mouth.

After that the lunch went wonderfully - and by dessert Mary was slipping her tongue into my mouth aggressively.

Mary Abbey made it obvious that she wanted more than the intimate touches and passionate kisses that we enjoyed the week before. She had called me twice after that fifth lunch to 'talk' - but I knew she wanted to see me again, to be with me.

When I made another 'date' with her, she asked on the phone shyly, "What would you like me to wear Mr. Gardener?" She still had no idea of my first name. And the question pleased me - it was a submissive enquiry - though not enough evidence to base any conclusions upon.

"What makes you look most attractive my dear - but let your beautiful hair down for me." She always kept it up in a tight bun.

"I went shopping yesterday... ?"

She wanted to play this little verbal game, OK, "Yes?"

"... and I bought a couple different pairs of thigh-high stockings."

"Sounds delicious... sorry, I'm just picturing your sexy legs in stockings!"

She giggled like a teenager. "What colour would you like me to wear Mr. Gardner?" Another submissive question - she wanted to make me happy.

"Did you get white?"

"Oh yes! I will wear them for you." She sounded very anxious.

Mary met me to get fucked.

There was no other way to put it - she had concluded to herself that she needed something different or new in her life. Perhaps she concluded to herself that would only be a one-time thing, or just till some moment in time that made logical sense to her.

People do that, to justify what they should not have.

When Mary walked through my doorway and I saw that demur smile, I knew her panties were damp with anticipation.

I pulled her to me and grasped her soft ass as our lips passionately met, leaving her surprised and breathless. Then I stepped aside and waved her into my condo.

As you may remember, it was an upscale yuppie condo downtown - brick walls and expense furnishings. Not much has changed from my last tale.

Mary twirled to show off her mid-thigh loose skirt and billowing dark blouse - the top of a stocking seen as the skirt rode up momentarily, as she had planned of course. I clapped and kissed her again as my compliment.

We were having a late lunch in my apartment - candles and expensive wine. The works. She radiated her happiness at being pampered and shown attention. This romance almost foreign to a woman whom had been married nearly twenty years.

At one point near the end of the meal she frowned and asked, "Is what we are doing right Mr. Gardener?" Sudden case of conscious.

"In what way Mary?" I expected the question at some point - but surprised she had taken so long to ask.

"I'm married to your friend." She seemed nervous that I would agree that this was wrong - and that she should leave. Mary needed our combined strength for her to walk out of my condo but we both knew she came here for a purpose and she did not want to leave till that purpose was concluded.

"Doug and I are not friends - we have nothing but you in common. Mary, you and I know each other much better than your husband and I do. He is just a business acquaintance."

Her face showed its relief at my rsponse. Neigher of us brought up their marriage, and what her being here contradicted her vows.

The bottle of wine was empty and I showed Mary about my small apartment - and she stopped at the foot of my large inviting looking bed. Mary was a little wobbly on her feet from the four glasses and was leaning on my arm when she looked up at me and asked in a playful voice, "Have you had many women in your bed Mr. Gardener?"

No reason to hide it - "Yes several."

She seemed surprised and a little put out. "Am I going to just be another conquest for you Mr. Gardener?" Her voice lost that soft seductive sound that she used since this visit.

I looked her directly in the eye and said, "Yes."

Before she could act upon her negative reaction to my answer, I spun her around and pulled her against me, my mouth silencing any response she had been brewing.

I think she forgot what we had been talking about when I pulled my lips from hers. Instead Mary was panting passionately, "Wow!" Her small breasts had definite points where the excited nipples thrust forwards and the grinding of her crotch against my thigh was obvious.

"I find you an attractive and sexy woman Mary - nothing else matters but right now, right here."

"Yes... yes!" She was locked into my gaze and needed to hear what I had said.

"I'm going to strip you and then you are going to do every wild and sexy thing I ask in the next few hours...", she swallowed loudly and looked nervously at me, "and I swear that you will feel better than you ever had in your entire life."

Another whisper, "Please... yes!"

My lips found hers anxious to start.

I suddenly pulled my lips from hers and she opened her eyes in surprise. I pulled back far enough to be able to look her up and down - admiring the effort she had put into making herself presentable for this little rendezvous.

Mary Abbey did look rather sexy - she understood how to apply makeup conservatively to highlight her features rather than use it to hide behind. She seemed to know that her breasts, though average in size, looked best in a push-up bra - the blouse low cut enough to reveal this information while still looking delicious. The shape, hourglass, was nice - wider around the hips than the shoulders. Her ass, though a little wide, was rather attractive and I longed to have it pressing back toward me as we fucked. But it was her legs, not necessarily long, but very shapely that I realized she knew was her best asset. Perhaps it was my earlier comments or my request for her to wear stockings, but she had worn a skirt that stopped mid-way to her knees, revealing her sexy gams.

When I returned to looking at Mrs. Abbey's face, I saw, with amusement, her blushing deeply. When was the last time anyone has devoured the sight of her, I wondered?

I walked around Mary, stopping directly behind her to kiss the nape of her neck softly, my face having slipped through her long straight auburn hair. She turned her head to the side and sighed deeply.

Then my hands came around her slowly and started to unbutton her blouse. I was being careful not to touch her skin, to press against those thrusting breasts. Mary simply stood there, breathing fast and deep, allowing me this slow strip of her person.

The blouse slipped off her shoulders to lay amongst our feet, already forgotten.

My hands returned behind her and I quickly unclasped the white lace bra. My lips returning to her neck and she shivered violently as I gently slipped the straps from her shoulders and the undergarment slipped to the floor before her.

I whispered between kisses, "Do you want me to keep going?"

I have yet to touch her pale white skin yet but she was panting as if I had spent an hour preparing her. She had trouble mumbling, "Yes... !" To an uninitiate, it would appear that Mary Abbey was cold.

The hands returned behind her and easily unbuttoned the wool skirt, then unzipped it. She simply stood there and allowed me to gently press it past the curvature of her hips and then allowed it dropped to the floor unassisted.

I again whispered, "I love your ass Mary." A groan escaped from her and she hung her head and seemed to have trouble standing still.

It was all part of the game, of course, this lonely horny thirty-nine year-old mother and wife never thought she would ever have a twenty-something year old make her feel so passionate, so alive. Little did she know that I've had a lot of experience to getting ladies, in much the same situation as Mary, to draw out their passionate side.

Mary Abbey was simply putty in my hands, figuratively speaking of course. I was only going through the steps necessary to get between her legs.

A woman needed to be loved, lusted after - she also needed to give it back. Sex was more than physical lust to them, as it is to many men, it was the accumulation of wanting that lust. To be a woman whom had thought her time of passion was past, a young man ready to give her lust and pleasure was a person not easily denied.

I hooked two fingers into the low leg holes of Mary's white satin panties and pulled upwards. She hissed as the garment was drawn between the cheeks of her big ass.

I squatted slowly down and stared the the white globes so close I knew my breath was tickling her skin. So soft, so dainty, I kissed first one ass cheek, long down near crack, before doing the same to the other.

Mary was almost hyperventilating, the nails of both her hands digging into the front of her legs.

It was so easy.

I gently pulled the satin panty down past her wide hips and to her ankles.

Doug's wife was naked for my pleasure.

Mary was embarrassed to spread her legs as I had asked, but she did it slowly regardless. "Wider." I ordered.

Mrs. Abbey lay in the middle of my wide bed with her ankles almost to either edge, her red-brown bushy sex spread wide. I could see the glistening pinkness beneath the jungle and lingered upon that sight so that she may see my interest.

The middle-aged woman's breathing was coming in great fast gulps with her chest heaving mightily. Her face looked feverish, with wide eyes and quivering lips. Her cheeks red with unconscious embarrassment.

A look of a woman past caring... a woman that needed to get fucked.

I stood there at the foot of my bed enjoying the sight of her - causing her cheeks to flush deeper and the redness to spread to her white soft breasts.

Then my hands moved slowly, as I had done with her, and began to remove my clothing. New found interest returned to her gaze and she watched every movement of my hands.

When my shirt came off, revealing my well defined chest - Mary moved one hand between her legs and the fingers strummed through the forest of her sex.

Good girl, I thought.

Undressing took little time, as I wore no undergarments. When my slacks slipped past my half-mast cock, I thought Mary would orgasm - though she let out a low animal groan. Her need was very great, and her hand between her legs was moving anxiously now - up and down her outer labia. The other hand was running her centimetre long nails up and down the inside of one thigh.

I took my cock in hand and held it still, squeezing rhythmically, aimed right at her face.

We held this position for nearly a minute, my cock rising fully to attention, and Mary's pelvis now pumping up and down in time to her moving fingers.

I brought her wet hand to my lips and held them just before my face - enjoying the heady scent of her excitement. Mary was watching me with wide eyes, helpless to her incredible erotic energy.

Then I took the index finger into my mouth and sucked her firmly - Mary slammed her thighs together and rubbed her knees back and forth, groaning with need but her eyes never blinked as she watched me.

The second finger, less juicy this time, was next and I cleaned it slowly.

She tasted good. All women, I found, tasted unique but each very good - as long as they were conscious of their cleanliness. And I had no doubt Mrs. Abbey was always very clean.

She simply watched me as I let her arm go and then crawled slowly up onto my bed. Mary thought this was it, I was going to climb between her soft thighs and pound into her overheated and hungry sex. Indeed - but not just yet.

Mary looked surprised and nervous when I straddled her torso upon my knees. Though her eyes always returned to my thrusting cock with hunger, this position I was moving into was something new to her.

I grabbed both of her hands and placed them upon her own breasts, then leaning forwards I placed myself between the valley of her ageing udders. Mary understood immediately and gone was the surprised look as she pressed her flesh about my hard shaft.

Looking back and forth between my face and the head of my cock sticking out of her chest, Mary did not seem to understand what was next.

Then I began to move and she smiled widely, my hard cock moving back and forth in the valley of her average sized mature breasts. "Lick it", I ordered hoarsely.

She again looked surprised, and then worried. So I gave her a little incentive and grasped the top of her head to bend her neck toward her own chest. Looking up, perhaps wondering if she was doing it right, she slipped her tongue out of her mouth and it immediately came into contact with my thrusting circumcised head. The corners of her lips curled into a smile and she held her head in that awkward position herself.

I fucked her tits slowly and with purpose, allowing her to lick or suck on the head of my penis on each thrust.

Mary was hissing as she breathed now, twisting about on my bed and pressing herself up to a kneeling position. With her lipstick smeared by the head of my cock, she looked almost comic as she looked over her shoulder toward me.

I could almost hear her thoughts, that this was not exactly the romantic tumble she had anticipated. And placing her in this position was not how she wanted to consummate our first 'love' making session.

That is partially why I was doing it - forcing her out of her shell. It was like fucking her tits - her husband told me he never even thought about it when I asked so I had guessed neither had she. But I had seen the pleasure written upon her face - Mrs. Abbey loved getting her milky-white tits fucked.

I was no longer being slow and gentle - this was now a fuck and she was in my bed playing by my rules. No I wasn't about to bind her up and fuck her ass hole - at least not yet. Yet, she had to find exquisite pleasure in being 'taken'.

Aiming expertly I suddenly lunged forwards and with Mary's sudden scream, found myself engulfed within her body, her soft ass cheeks pressing into my flat stomach.

I grasped her soft hips and held her firm - Mary Abbey get ready to get fucked, I humorously thought.

Then I began to move in and out of her body, of her cunt, with purpose. The walls of her sex seemed to want to hold me steady and they clung to my moving dick deliciously. Mary had a surprisingly tight vagina. Her juices, free to flow, had coated my dick liberally and was soon leaving much of her ass and the back of her thighs and my stomach wet. In fact, soon, my aggressive thrusts were making bawdy echoes that it left little doubt that her body was enjoying this.

Mrs. Abbey was grunting with each slap of our bodies, my cock hitting deeper into her than I guessed her old man ever did - and she loved it. I could almost feel her attempt at propriety, to hold back the flood of pleasure radiating from her sex. This was not how good girls 'made love' of course - this was how animals fornicated. This was raw passion without emotion, this was pleasure in its base form. And Mary was finding its tide overflowing her self righteous morals.

Within four minutes Mary Abbey was thrashing her head about and screaming for more of my cock, she was shoving her ass back to meet my thrusts and cursing her god while promising me anything.

I never slowed or altered my rough pounding of her body and fucked her orgasm from her. It came with a crash through her body, and I looked down with deviant pleasure watching the muscles ripple randomly and without regard for propriety that I'm sure she had favoured before this meeting today. Mary squealed out rather loudly and then gasped and huffed before her body seemed to loose control of itself and she fell to the bed beneath me.

There I knelt behind her, my cock wet and very hard looking down at the very pleased adulterous. I leaned forwards and slipped the length of my dick between the globes of her ass, practically laying upon her comatose body.

I started to fuck those big round sexy globes, my teeth nibbling on the warm earlobe before me. Mary was a sweaty mess, and my skin was sticking to her as I moved between her rear cheeks - she was gasping roughly as if there was not enough air in the room. But in minutes she was arching her back, pressing up her ass to meet my thrusts.

That was my cue and I quickly rolled off her and shoved her onto her back. Mary's eyes opened in surprise at my sudden movements, and the abandonment of my previous position, she watched me wearily.

My unscripted advances on her left her no idea what to expect next - but I knew without a doubt she had enjoyed each step of my sexual waltz.

I threw her white stocking covered sexy legs wide, her earlier embarrassment long forgotten, and climbed between them. With ease I slipped my hungry cock into her ready and well used hole.

Mary's eyes widened at the hunger she had to have felt coursing through my body, to my cock, and into her depths. I moved slower now, with long gentle strokes of my cock as if each movement of our union was a symphony in itself.

Soon her weariness was forgotten, as I knew it would, her hands came up to encircle my neck and her legs wrapped themselves about me. I felt the nylon of her white stocking, which looked delicious upon her as I knew it would, rub wonderfully upon each of my hips. I allowed her to draw my face down to hers and we exchanged a long passionate wet kiss, our tongues dancing a long while. Soon her hips were moving up to meet mine - moving slowly, in simpatico.

Mary was a fast learner, I realized with pleasure.

I felt the summit of that peak fast approaching and withdrew my lips from hers, I whispered, "Look at me!"

She forced her eyes wide, looking into my own and I saw within her the knowledge that I was going to finish soon. When I felt my cock enlarge for that final final seconds, her eyes widened and she whispered, "Yes!", feeling it as well. I flooded into her depths and was pleased to feel the walls of her cunt suddenly spasm as another, less devastating, orgasm crash through her body.

Mary Abbey looked rather nervous, a little ashamed of her nudity as she eyed my antique wooden table. Of course it would hold her weight, she just did not like stepping out of her matronly shell. I had to lead her away from her life of old.