Chapter 1
At twenty-two, Martha Rowen had almost everything a young girl could desire. She was married to a good looking man, tall and athletic. Her husband, Robert Rowen, came from a wealthy family. He was kind and considerate. They were in love with each other.
The negative aspect was their sex life.
They had been married during Christmas. Their honeymoon was a cruise. The marriage was consummated but a lot of tension developed. Martha was brought up in a provincial environment. This led to her reluctance to have Robert suck her off. She refused to suck his cock, repulsed at the thought. Her only concession to sex was straight fucking or having her tits fondled and sucked.
Bob and Martha were in bed in early March. They lay in bed while he stroked her cunt with tender caresses. His fingers rolled over the dampened folds of the hairy slit. He caught the little pea-shaped button at the apex of her cunt.
Martha squirmed her hips, enjoying the stimulating arousal within her loins. She loved the exciting sensation. The growing passion would burgeon inside of her.
"Oh, Bobby!" she moaned. "It's getting better. Put it in me! I love to have your cock in me!
He shifted over her. His rock hard cock, eager to taste her cunt meat, slid with ease along the lubricated throat of her twat.
She emitted a soft sigh. The presence of his beautiful hard-on always made her tremble in passionate response. His prick burrowed deep into her waiting snatch.
Bob began a slow coital shuttle. His cock moved in a partial withdrawal. He returned the shaft with a slow grinding thrust. Martha shifted her pelvis to accentuate the grinding friction. In spite of their brief marital relationship, then-practiced movements were worthy of long time veterans of the art.
The rhythm of the pistoning cock increased. Bob pumped his hips. Little grunts of exertion were gasped as Martha matched his cadence.
"Huhrr! Huhrr!" Her tits jiggled as her body shook with feverish animation. Their bodies moved in synchronized tempo.
The hard shaft of flesh pistoned in and out of her dewy snatch in rapid strokes. Her ass wriggled with a frantic sensuousness. She gyrated her pelvis in a sensual undulation.
A mild tickling sensation rippled in her venereal entrails. Martha felt the onrushing orgasm.
"Mmmmmrrrr!" she emitted a low anguished moan. "Hurry, Bobby, hurry! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she announced in an excited voice.
He pumped his prick faster. She experienced the orgasmic titillation just as spasms seized his prick. Bob made a final thrust. His shaft was sunk deep into her twat just as the creamy jism spurted out. Martha continued to buck her hips while his come spilled into her snatch. A soft sigh of carnal approval blew from his mouth. The strong pulsating contractions in his dick stopped.
They remained welded to each other for several minutes. The stiff erection grew flaccid and Bob withdrew his dick. He rolled over to her side and began to stroke her saturated pussy.
"Honey! How about my eating your lovely cunt?" he asked. The question was almost a plea.
Her body stiffened in the darkness. "You know how I feel about it, Bobby! I wish you wouldn't bring it up. It destroys the whole mood!"
There was mild annoyance in his voice. "If you really loved me, you'd do it! It's not that bad! Besides, how do you know it's not good until you try it? All you have to do is lay back and enjoy it."
"Please, Bobby, I don't want to fight over this. We have lots of pleasure doing it the regular way," her voice was a soft plea. "Why can't we leave it that way?"
"Forget it!" he snapped in irritation. He turned over on his side, his back to her.
Martha cuddled up to him, fitting her groin to the curve of his ass. She passed a hand over his hip, seeking his dormant cock.
"Please, please, don't be angry with me, Bobby! I'll do almost anything you want! But not that!" she pleaded in a gentle whine. "Don't go to sleep mad at me!"
Her searching hand located his cock. The fingers curled about the soft shaft and stroked it with languid strokes. She felt the cock stiffening. He reached down and removed her hand.
"Okay, okay!" he agreed in exasperated resignation. "But no more tonight! I'm not in the mood!"
Martha was hurt by his rebuff. She understood how he felt. There were her own feelings, though! It was difficult for her to accept the various sex acts he wanted her to perform. In spite of her deep love for her husband, she couldn't bring herself to doing the repulsive things he expected of her.
It bothered her, being caught in this emotional conflict. She didn't know what to do! She blinked away the tears that welled in her eyes.
The next day was a Friday. Bob woke up and greeted Martha with an enthusiastic kiss. "Pack a suitcase with your things for a weekend," he told her. "Better still, make it a week."
She was pleased by his attitude. Perhaps, a week away might help to clear the air.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Up to my lodge!" he answered. "I'll be home about three. We should be able to get up there in two hours and enjoy a nice leisurely supper."
He left and Martha started to pack her suitcase. When he came back, Martha was surprised Bob wasn't taking anything along. She pressed him about the lack of clothes and personal things. Bob passed it off with a cryptic, "this is something special!"
Their Olds sped out of Hartford along route 2 towards Glastonbury. The Rowen family maintained a comfortable cabin near Wadsworth Falls. It was a camping area and not too populated at this time of year.
They stopped at a small store on the way up to their cabin. Bob carried out a carton filled with groceries and stored it in the trunk. Arriving at the cabin, he started to unload the trunk. He brought in the groceries and a smaller carton.
"What's in the small box?" Martha asked with animated curiosity.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out! Don't worry! You'll see soon enough!" he answered.
"Gee, the lights work!" she exclaimed. They were inside the huge cabin-like building.
"They should!" Bob replied. "I called to have them turn on the electricity and phone."
"Come here, wench!" Bob ordered, grabbing her about the waist. He drew her to him and she offered her lips as his mouth neared hers.
Their mouths were glued in a passionate kiss. His thick tongue was inside her oral cavern. She sucked on his tongue, letting her tongue swirl about his lingual probe. Martha loved to soul kiss. It excited her.
Bob pushed his crotch into the hollow of her thighs. The heavy bulge protruding from his crotch dug into her covered snatch. He reached down and rubbed her pudenda through her pants suit.
"Let's get comfortable, dear!" she suggested.
They parted and undressed. Bob drew her to the couch and was inside of her. His prick began the slow pistoning strokes she loved.
When they finished, Martha made them a quick supper. After the meal, Bob looked over at her.
"I'm going back to Hartford tonight," he declared. "You're staying here for a vacation!"
A stunned look filled her eyes. "What....why .... how am I going to get along?" she stammered, startled by his statement. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Look!" he pointed out in an even voice. "You have enough food to last for the week. You have the phone if there is an emergency. There's electricity for light and heat. So, you're in no danger of being inconvenienced or starving."
"But why, Bobby, why?" Martha insisted on knowing. "What will I do without you?"
He handed her the small carton. "The answer is in this package. There are a number of sex books here plus a few interesting gadgets.
"We've been married a short time and our marriage is getting ready to come apart at the seams. I don't want it to happen. The problem is with you. Staying up here for a week, alone, will help you to meditate. Get yourself together! I think you'll find the answers in this package. Try it! That's all I ask! At least for the week-end! If you want to call it off then, give me a call at the office on Monday morning and I'll drive up here to get you."
There was a hurt expression on her face. "You don't love me any more! You wouldn't be doing this if you loved me!"
"You're wrong, honey! I'm doing this because I love you. I want our marriage to succeed. It can't with your hang-ups."
He reached out and took her hands in his. His eyes gazed into her face. "Believe me, dear! All I want you to do is at least read the books and meditate. Give this whole scene some real thought. There's nothing wrong with the things I want you to do. It's just that you've been conditioned to believe that there is."
She began to cry, her body shaking with heavy sobs. "You don't love me any more!"
"Damn it! I can't get through to you!" he exclaimed as he stood up. "I'll call you tomorrow!" he snapped and stormed out, slamming the door.
Martha heard the car start up. A loud wail of tearful anguish rolled from her throat. She buried her face in her arms. She cried for several minutes. Raising her head, Martha sniffed back the tears and reached for the box.
There were four books in the small carton. Two were paperback fiction novels. The other two books were a kind of sex manual. One had a number of graphic pictures. She skimmed through the pictures, grimacing at the scenes.
The gadgets in the box intrigued her. One was a large thick phallus. It was at least nine inches long and almost two inches in circumference. The artificial cock was complete in every detail including the veiny structure.
Another item was a hand vibrator used for massages. It was packed in a box, complete with instructions.
A third erotic toy was shaped almost like a horseshoe. It was a thick curved piece of heavy rubber. Both ends were shaped like cocks. In the center of the piece was a small switch. Martha turned it on. The twin phalli came to life in her hand. A low hum filled the air while the dual dildoes quivered in her palm.
The contents of the package piqued her interest. She guessed at the application of the items. There was no guessing about the books. Martha wondered if Bob wanted her to use the gadgets on herself.
She glanced at her wrist watch. A little after seven! It was dark outside and she was alone. Alone with her thoughts, Martha decided to start reading a book or two. She chose a technical book relating to sex practices and psychology. The contents surprised her and held her interest. In spite of the contents stressing the normalcy of most sexual acts, Martha found it difficult to reconcile her problem. Some of it was still abhorrent.
As she continued to read, she found the glands of her cunt beginning to sweat. Aroused by the text, Martha began to fantasize. In objective reflection, she could condone Bob's action. He was just as concerned about saving their marriage as she.
Sitting on the couch, Martha wished she could be a whore. As a prostitute, her sexual ability would satisfy her husband. She could suck his prick without harboring any feelings of repulsion or guilt. It would enable her to indulge in any sexual whim Bob desired. A phrase in one of the chapters remained fixed in her mind. "A wife should be a cook in the kitchen, a hostess in the living room, and a whore in the bedroom."
A licentious thought struck her. Tomorrow, I'll go looking for a man and bring him back here. Then, we'll do all the things I don't want to do. I'll practice with him and learn how to satisfy Bobby. Then, I'll call him back here and surprise him That should shake Bobby up.
Martha shivered and realized it was getting colder. She wore a silken wrap-around over her naked body. After having sex with Bobby, she remained naked, hoping there would be more sex. Getting up, she threw a small log on the fire in the fireplace. The greedy flames licked at the piece of wood.
Her eyes were riveted on the flames. She stared at the fire in a trance, contemplating lascivious thoughts.
The sound of a car drove up. There was a knock at the door. Martha turned. A feeling of elation started her heart beating faster! Bobby came back!
She hurried to answer the knock at the door. Flinging it open with a smile, Martha was disappointed by the presence of a stranger. She pulled the wrapper about her to hide her nakedness.
The man at the door was tall and slender. He had close-cropped gray hair. A smile spread across his face.
"I'm sorry to intrude," he apologized. "I took a wrong turn and got lost. I saw the light of your cabin. I wonder if I may impose upon you to use your phone. I'll be happy to pay you. I want to call my wife in New Haven. I'm over an hour late now. She'll be worried as hell!"
Standing in the open doorway made Martha colder. "Come in!" she invited. He stepped across the threshold and she closed the door. She pointed towards the phone and he thanked her.
"By the way, my name is Frank Brooke!" he introduced himself as he dialed.
"I'm Mrs. Martha Rowen!" she acknowledged, nodding her head. "My husband drove into town to pick up a few things," she lied. She didn't want to give the impression she was alone and almost naked.
"Well, you're luckier than my wife," Frank answered. "Your husband will be back soon. My wife is still waiting!" He turned to the phone and began talking.
"Hello! Amy? Where's Mother? She's out? P.T.A. meeting? Oh, yes! I forgot! Tell her I took a wrong turn and got lost. Not to worry! I'll be home soon! Yes, I'll call again if I'm delayed. Good-bye!" He hung up. "My daughter," he explained. "Looks like my wife isn't too concerned. She's not home to worry!"
He reached for his wallet and pulled out a dollar bill. "Thanks for the use of the phone."
"No, it isn't necessary!" Martha replied. "It's pretty cold out there. Would you like a cup of coffee before you leave?" she offered.
A crazy thought struck her! Suppose I get him to stay and fuck me! Would he? I hope he accepts my invitation.
"Yes, I would like some coffee but I've imposed enough upon you," he replied. "I don't want to be a bother."
"Don't be silly!" she answered. 'The coffee's made and it wouldn't be any bother at all."
She went to the kitchen and returned with two cups of coffee, sugar, cream, and some cake. Frank was seated on the couch. The coffee table in front of him held the carton of erotic literature and gadgets. Martha wondered whether he had looked at them. She tried to keep from blushing.
Bending down to put the tray on the table, her gown opened to exhibit her conical shaped tits. Her eyes caught his look at her tits.
Her pussy started to salivate. She sat down opposite him in an upholstered wicker chair. The gown remained gaping at the top allowing her white mounds to show in an insouciant exhibition. Her legs parted in a slight splay. In his location opposite her, Frank couldn't miss noticing the hairy thatch. Unless, of course, he kept his eyes some place else.
Martha had the urge to have sex with him. She didn't want to provoke the situation by throwing herself at him. Frank had to be the predator. Having him as the aggressor would salve her conscience. Women were raped every day and were unable to prevent it.
"I hope you'll forgive me," Martha began. "When you came in, I was concerned about you. You see, I'm all alone up here. My husband is away. So I made up that story about him coming back shortly. You don't strike me as being the type who would rape a woman."
He chuckled. "That explains the box of goodies you have on the table. With hubby away, you want to keep in practice!"
Martha blushed. "It was a kind of gag on my husband's part. I haven't the vaguest idea of what those gadgets are."
She moved her legs a little wider apart. The gown gaped open more, exposing the insides of her thighs.
Damn you! she flashed a silent message. What does it take to get you to attack me? I'll bet that daughter of yours is your only kid!
"Would you like to find out how these toys work?" he asked.
"I'm sure I can do that without any help," she answered. Martha tried to sound indignant. She didn't want to stop their little charade.
Frank grinned. "You're a little cock teaser, aren't you? You flash those boobs at me and give me a good look at your sweating snatch. You got these sex books and toys out in bold display. And suddenly, you become very righteous!
"You want to get fucked but you don't want to be blatantly wanton about it!" He stood up and started to disrobe.
"What.. . what are you doing?" Her voice rose.
"Just what you want me to do!" he answered. "Fuck you!"
She moved towards the phone. "Get out, get out! Before I call the police!"
He laughed. "Okay! I'll play your little game!" He went to the fireplace and picked up the poker. "Now, you're going to be a good little girl and co-operate or else I'm going to beat the hell out of you with this. What will it be, Martha? Be layed or slayed?"
Martha's pulse began to throb with a rapid beat. Her heart pounded faster. She experienced an exhilarating excitement churning within her. The walls of her cunt oozed out a heavy effusion of juices.
This man was about to subject her to carnal indignities. She thrilled to the threatening scene. The prospect of achieving the lascivious fulfillment of her salacious thoughts excited her.
"All right!" she agreed, trying to make her voice sound frightened. "Please don't hurt me! What do you want me to do?"
"First take off that gown you have on!" he ordered.
She removed the wrapper and tossed it aside. He gazed at her. Her long black hair hung down over her shoulders. Martha watched his eyes sweep over her in a surveying appraisal.
His eyes lingered on the firm conical tits that nestled close together. There was a deep cleft between the mounds pressed closed to each other.
She had a tapered waist that swung into flared hips. A pair of well shaped legs were molded into the hips. Her flat stomach dipped into a hairy mound that was prominent in the hollow of her thighs.
"Have you any rope around here?" he asked.
"Rope? What... why do you want rope?" she asked in an apprehensive tone. She had anticipated a simple rape. This aspect made her panic.
"I want to make the act more credible. If I tie you up and force you to submit, it will ease your conscience more!" he explained.
"Ease my conscience?" she answered, puzzled.
"Oh, come off it! You want to get fucked but you want to be forced. If you don't have any rope, we'll use ribbons or whatever," he told her.
She searched through the cabin with Frank following her. The hunt turned up two of Bob's neckties, a belt from the robe Martha had, and a belt from a summer dress. They returned to the main room.
Frank's eyes searched around the room. Martha suspected he was looking for some place to tie her.
"We'll use the couch!" he declared. "Lay down there!"
She stretched out on the couch and he tied her down. Each limb was separately fastened with the makeshift bonds.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" he asked.
Her eyes widened in terror. "No, no! Please don't do anything there!" she pleaded. "I've never been touched there. Oh, please! Do anything you want to me but not in my . . . my rectum!"
He laughed. "Forget about those books, Martha. I'm going to give you an education you won't forget. By the time I finish with you, you'll be using the right words as well! Oh, yes! I'm going to fuck your rectum! Ha, ha!"
He padded out of the room. Martha struggled against the bonds and found it difficult to free herself. She wondered where he went. Frank returned with ajar of her cold cream.
"Couldn't find any other lubricant!" he explained. "Nothing wrong with this!"
Dipping a finger into the jar, he removed a glob of the white cream. He pushed it into the tight sepia hole of her ass. Her body shifted at the unfamiliar insertion. The digital penetration wasn't too bad.
She felt the probing finger moving inside her anal canal. The contact evoked a slight lascivious sensation. The cool oily cream helped to accept the presence of the finger massaging the muscles of her asshole. A minute or two of the moving finger and she acclimated to Frank's ministrations. Martha found this act pleasant enough.
Frank removed the finger and picked up the curved twin dildo. He dipped the head of one end into the jar. Martha watched in fascination. For a moment, her gaze shifted to his prick. It protruded from the center of his crotch. The hard-on looked longer and thicker than her husband's. She knew before the evening was over, the thick hard flesh would be inside of her.
Her speculations were interrupted by Frank fitting the head of the dildo to her tight sphincter. The thick phallus stretched the lips of her asshole. There was a grudging yield of muscles as the fake cock insinuated itself into her ass.
Martha didn't feel any real pain. The unfamiliar pressure on the small tight hole was more than she ever experienced. She felt it going deep inside the rectal sheath.
"Stop, stop!" she cried out. "I can't stand it! I have to move my bowels! Please, please take it out!"
"Don't worry! You don't have to shit! It's just the initial sensation!" he explained. "Once you get used to having your ass stuffed, you'll get it over it."
Frank continued to work the dildo up her ass. Satisfied with that insertion, he fitted the other dildo past the hairy lips of her twat. Martha's suspicion of this gadget's application was confirmed. She was unprepared for what followed next!
The center knob was turned. Her body gave an involuntary jerk as the twin vibrators hummed into action. She remained motionless for a short time. At first, the vibrating impactions in her two holes were a gentle tickling sensation. They blossomed into a stronger tingle.
A thousand prickling needles titillated every nerve fibre in her body. She squirmed in exquisite erotic agony as a thousand mild electric shocks jolted her nervous system. The sensation flooded both erogenous orifices. In the confined spaces with no outlet for release, the sensation diffused itself. It spread all over her body.
Frank plugged in the hand vibrator. Switching it on, he brought his pulsating fingers to the tip of a tit. His fingers closed over the nipple.
Martha arched her back, raising her ass off the couch. It was as though his fingers were some kind of magnet, pulling her upward. She inhaled through her teeth, emitting a long drawn out hiss of ecstatic bliss. "Hsssssssss!"
The prickling needles burrowed under the nipple causing it to stiffen. She felt the stimulating slivers filling her tit. They passed through, down to her stomach, and then blended with the mass of tantalizing tingles in her cunt and ass.
Her tit was released and Frank started to work on the other nipple. She was surprised at how much these little mechanical gadgets could arouse her. Bob's playing with her clitoris never induced such strong responses.
Martha twitched and jerked in a delirium of erotic passion. Groans of rapturous delight gurgled in her throat.
"Hunnnnrrrr! Hunnnnrrrr!" Rasping grunting sounds came from her lips. Followed by moans of ecstatic abandon. "Ohhhhrrr! Ohhhhrrrr! More, more!" Then the pleasurable goans! Ahhrrg! Ahhrrg! Ohhrrr! Ohhrrr!"
Martha's eyes were closed, her mouth opened. The closed eyes to better savor the intense erotic torture of the vibrators. The open mouth emitting the groans and moans of ecstatic pleasure.
She could feel an orgasm building up. With a violent fury, it broke over her like rollers breaking on a surf. Wave after wave of the orgasmic juices washed over her cuntal cavern. Martha had a vague awareness of some come rolling down her thighs. Her mind concentrated on the taunting erotic ravishment of the vibrators humming in the confined holes.
"I'm coming, I'M COMM-M-MINNGGG!" she announced in an ecstatic cry. "OH! Fuck me, fuck me! Please, please! Fuck me, fuck me!" she pleaded in unashamed wantonness.
Martha had a strong desire to feel a hard prick pumping inside her cunt. She wanted to feel the forceful ramming of Frank's cock piston-ing away in tandem with the pulsating orgasms beating in her twat.
She sucked in her lower lip, biting it. She had to do something to alleviate the voluptuous tingling within her, threatening to drive her wild.
"No more, no more! I can't stand it! Please, stop, stop!" she begged. The deep vibrations had driven her to a point she couldn't endure anymore. In spite of her entreaties to stop, her moans of sensual approval continued to mingle with her pleas.
"Ahhrrgrr! Ahhrrgrr!" It was an animal-like growl that diminished into a gurgle. She doubted whether she could stand any further stimulation. Any moment, she expected to pass out. Her mind was tight-rope walking along a fine line between extreme exquisite sensuality and unconsciousness. Every nerve ending in her was sentient.
As suddenly as it began, the vibrators stopped. Martha's body continued to thrash, still in the throes of the piquant tingles that persisted. Several minutes elapsed before she realized the vibrators were off.
In her most bizarre flights of fantasy, Martha never imagined such ecstatic rapture. She never thought such erotic sensual stirrings could be induced!
Martha was aware of the absence of the vibrators. Her cunt and asshole felt anesthetized from the still present tingling. Although naked, her body was coated with perspiration. Her wild thrashing and exertion had worked up quite a sweat. She never dreamed sex could be so strenuous!
"See, that wasn't so bad!" Frank addressed her. "You found out how two of these gadgets work and had a little workout for your ass. Now it's my turn for a little fun! You were begging me to fuck you before! I'm going to accommodate you!"
Martha's brain was still in a slight turmoil. She found the recovery from the lascivious stimulation slow. Her mind was functioning well enough to understand what was happening next though. Frank's beautiful dick was going to plow her quim!
Frank loosened the bonds. "I can't fuck you here. I need a place with more comfort. Let's use the bedroom."
Her legs buckled a little as she swung off the couch. She led the way to her bedroom. Frank followed her with his hand on a buttock, fondling the soft flesh of her ass.
Martha assumed a position on the bed and he tied her arms down, leaving her legs free.
She saw he still had the hand vibrator with him. He plugged it in. "I'm going to warm you up a little before I start," he told her. "Really get you in the mood!"
Frank brought his pulsating fingers to her clitoris. The tips of his fingers dug into the base of the small turgid node of erogenous flesh. Tantilizing vibrations burrowed into her clitty. She had an immediate reaction. Her pelvis gyrated in a frantic wriggle to dislodge the teasing fingers.
"I guess you're ready!" Frank commented. He shut off the vibrator and shifted between her legs.
A deep sigh of contentment escaped her throat as his thick cock slid into the accessible hole with ease. Martha felt it sliding along the velvety canal of her vagina. She felt the thick prong penetrate deep inside of her.
There was a certain similarity between Frank's technique and her husband's. She wondered if all men fucked the same way!
Frank started by driving his cock in as deep as he could. It was a slow penetration. With the same deliberation, he moved his hips back, almost withdrawing his rigid prick. "Mmmmmm!" Martha murmured in appreciative approval. The cock moved back and forth in slow piston-like movements.
She felt his prick swaying from one pulsating wall of her vagina to the other. Her eyes were closed as she savored the subtle sensuality of his measured strokes. Little rumbling murmurs vibrated in her throat like a cat purring.
He increased the cadence. His hips surged in a frenzied drive. Back and forth he pumped his dick into her. She felt the forceful bump of his pelvis pounding against her hips. Deep in her dampened twat, Martha enjoyed the violent thrusts. His movements became more hurried. As Frank's breathing increased, his breath washed over her face in a warm breeze.
Martha knew by his motions, he was ready to come. Within her, she could detect the stirrings of her own climax.
She felt the pulsation of his cock just as the come spewed into her sluice box. Simultaneously, the throbbings of her own climax mingled with his viscous semen.
"Ooooooo!" Martha emitted a prolonged squeal of erotic delight. The voluptuous sensation induced by a stranger enhanced the lascivious pleasure. She found being violated by this man was arousing her carnal passion.
He buried his geysering prick deep into her venereal vestibule. His thatch of pubic hairs crushed into her hairy pudenda. Frank's fleshy tube expelled strong dollops of come in strong rapid ejaculations. The force and quantity diminished in a gradual decrement.
Martha felt his prick soften. His hard-on disappeared. Frank uncoupled himself and she saw his withered cock. It was covered with their mutual come. Little white flecks of his jism speckled the shrunken piece of penile flesh. She also saw the glistening slickness of her cuntal moisture on his dick.
She was pleased with the evening's activities. Frank would be leaving soon. He had a home to go to. Martha was tempted to have him drive her to a bus terminal. She was ready to submit to Bob's wishes. The ass-fucking with the vibrator wasn't too bad! The substitution of a prick was no great deal! Besides, a real prick wouldn't vibrate like that dildo!
"Please, untie me before you go!" Martha asked.
"You're joking! What makes you think I'm going to leave now?" he queried.
"Why! Why! Your wife! You called before and said you were going to be delayed. If you don't show up, your wife will become concerned!" Martha answered.
He laughed. "I'm going to take care of that now!" Frank reached for the phone on the end table alongside of the bed and dialed a number.
"Hello, Stan? This is Frank! Do me a favor! Call up my home and tell them that I'm with you and that we'll be away for the week-end! After you've made the necessary excuses, pack a few things and get up here," he invited.
Frank listened for a moment. "I'm shacking up with a real horny broad." He winked at Martha. "She asked me to invite a friend along to help liven things up. I thought of you right away! And don't forget to bring up the special stuff!" Frank impressed upon him. He finished the conversation with directions for reaching the cabin.
After he hung up, Frank looked down at Martha. "If you thought our little session was exciting, wait until Stan gets here! By the time we finish our little week-end jaunt, you'll be a sexual sensation. Stan will be up here in about an hour. In the meantime, you can practice by giving me a blow-job!"