Inferno

INFERNO

This is a complete work of fiction. Prior activities in prior chapters will affect future actions. All characters and dialogue are completely fictional. Any resemblance to people living or dead is entirely coincidental.

No sexual activity of any kind involves characters younger than 18 years old.

This chapter can stand alone but is best understood in the context of the previous chapters. Label Warnings:BDSM, CNC, Bull Whipping, Interracial, Women Loving Women

The original ending is nearly in sight. But what happens then? Annie's journey can go in several directions from here.

Your comments are greatly appreciated. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read the entire journey, it's been a pleasure writing it.

Chapter 15 Virgil's Whore

I decided on the way home from Princeton that I wasn't going to spend weekends away from the family anymore. Being away for two weekends in a row was too much. I had to work out the trip to California in June but any 'whoring' I was going to do would be one-night stands and I didn't want to step out more than once a month. These last two weekends opened my eyes to entirely different new worlds, both good and bad, that I had never expected to experience. This is what I was searching for if I was honest with myself, I found excitement and I found love with Sara.

I finished helping Sophie at the office hoping that Jerry would show up so that we could talk right now. I realized that my mind was with Sara first, Virgil second, then the kids then Jerry. The person that I had loved all my life had slipped too far away from me. I had to be honest that I too was pulling away from him; I felt that Sara was first, Virgil was second. They were in my life every day and every week, Jerry it seemed hadn't been in my life in four months, we slept together - sometimes.

I had to speak with Virgil right away today to discuss Sara's move to California. I didn'twantto be involved in his family, but Iwas involvedwhether I wanted to or not. Most importantly I wanted Sara to be safe.

Finally, I realized that April 15thwas coming this Friday. I was hoping dearly that my husband would return to me in the next week or two.

./.

Over the weekend, Josh received a letter from Princeton saying that he had been accepted into the School for Public and International Affairs. The input from the basketball coach may have helped him. We were ecstatic for him. He would also be trying out for the basketball team.

Tom Donovan came to mind. I had to call him.

./.

When I returned from Jerry's office on Monday, I called Virgil, which I don't normally do. It was important that we speak now. He picked up on the second ring.

"Good afternoon, Annie, I understand that you and Sara had a wonderful weekend together."

"Virgil, this past weekend was great, more wonderful than I ever expected it to be. I told Sara and I truly feel that the last two days were the best of my life outside of my honeymoon and the birth of my kids." I had to tweak him, "Are you OK with me leading your daughter astray?"

"Lucia and I were very open about our sexuality; we encouraged Sara to make her own choices and not to be bound by society's expectations."

I said, "I was brought up with the opposite expectations and frankly I'm shocked that I've completely ditched everything I was taught because of my desire for Sara."

Virgil said sternly, "So are you saying that you're accusing my daughter of leadingyouastray?"

Was he angry with what I said? Be careful, here, Annie.

"Virgil, I told Sara that I loved her and I do. I want her to be happy and successful as much as I want my own children to have love and success. The difference is I want to be Sara's lover, more correctly, I want to love her until I can't."

I continued, "What I mean is that I recognize that she will be leaving for California in a few months and I must remain here with my family. I don't want to build expectations that we can have anything more than a few months together. This saddens me"

"She told me the same thing last night when I got home," he said. "She also told me that you two were extraordinarily open with each other this weekend. She cried that you two wouldn't be able to be close all the time."

Fuck me, I thought, I didn't want her to hurt because of me. Then I had another thought, Ewwwww, how open was she? Did he knoweverythingwe did?

"Virgil, I understand much better why you emphasize safety so intensely. Sara confided in me how she took too many risks when she was younger." That's how I wanted to pose the issue, he could elaborate if he wanted.

All he said was, "I was afraid that I was going to lose her too."

This is what he had to know, "Virgil, Sara is still afraid."

He was silent.

"Virgil, I shouldn't intrude in your family," his words to Jerry and me, "but if I may suggest it, Sara needs support when she moves to California. I told her that I'd go with her in June to help her find a place to live. What would you think if I brought my twin daughters along as well?"

He said, "Actually William and I have been discussing this for several months ever since Sara told me that she was planning to move out west after law school. Your daughters?"

"On the way home yesterday, I was thinking that Sara is a great role model for my two impressionable teens. She is smart and highly successful; she's much more in touch with the younger generation than I am. She can speak with them about things about which I have zero knowledge. Also, I feel guilty as hell about leaving them these past two weekends."

"Do you want to stop?"

"I don't think so, Virgil, but I want to speak with Jerry tonight. I need to speak with him tonight to see what's going on with him."

He said, "I may have an event for you in several weeks if you want to continue, let me know."

"Would we be there together, Sir?"

"Yes, definitely."

"In NYC again?" I asked.

"No as I understand, it would take place at a house in the Hamptons. It's mostly quiet this time of year."

"That's more than a three hour drive each way, would we be staying there?"

"Probably, yes."

"May I ask, will you be participating with me or just watching?"

"I'll be watching over you, others will be playing with you."

"Are you whoring me out to them?"

"Yes," he said, that made all my evil desires come alive. He continued, "they'll almost definitely want to use your body for sex."

I asked, "How many are 'others'?"

"I don't have that answer, I'm not certain that the people that requested you know either."

Here I was, negotiating with a man I had met just months before, about how many strangers were going to fuck me

. For how long?

"Are they going to want to hurt me?"

"Yes, I think that they probably will want to."

"But you're going to be there all the time?"

"Yes, for every minute of it."

"If you think I'll be safe then I'll do it, Sir." I shivered when I said it.

This tapped all my buttons I realized. Everything filthy thing I wanted to do and every filthy way I thought of myself would be put to the test. My imagination began to run wild inside my head picturing the kinds of deviant behavior that might be imposed on me. Then the idea of being used as a receptacle for faceless uncaring sex made me squeeze inside. Funny, my body was lubricating now just on the thought of what I might go through in several weeks. Don't forget the fucking enemas I thought.

./.

I called Sara, she had been on my mind continually ever since I left her yesterday.

She picked up on the first ring as if she had her phone in her hand, "I was staring at my phone wondering if you'd call or if I should call you, I'm so relieved that you called, my love."

"I thought of almost nothing else except you, kitten, from the time I left until now."

"Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," she teased.

Ooooooooo, she made me want to groom her with my tongue, damn the fucking phone.

"June," I blurted, "I want to bring my daughters along with me when we go to California. I'll pay for them."

"Omigod, YES!!!"

"Sara, you showed me a world that I know nothing about, you live in it. You've had to handle things that I can't imagine. You know about life as a young woman that I know nothing about, plus you're both smart and successful. I'd like my daughters to be able to speak with you openly and freely maybe as they would to an older sister. More importantly, I'd like them to see what a successful young woman is,you. Am I asking too much?"

Then I thought, did I want my girls sheltered like I was or do I want them to be capable of handling whatever this sex-driven world throws at them? My mother, my sister and I were sheltered, until we weren't. I want my daughters to know about life and know how to handle themselves, they may choose to live sheltered lives later, but soon they will be out on their own. I'll give them what knowledge I can about what they should look to avoid.

Sara replied, "I've never had siblings; I'd love to talk with them about girl stuff. I don't want you to become the mother figure though. I want you for myself as my lover."

Thank you, Sara.

"I love this phrase," I paused, "you had me at, hello."

"The next night we spend together we'll watch that movie," she promised.

"Virgil is setting up something for me out in the Hamptons in a few weeks," I told her.

"Ahhh, the Hamptons," she said with a knowing tone. "If it's one of the couples from last weekend, I've interacted with them in their scenes a few times. They like to entertain business associates in highly charged sex and BDSM scenes where their guests can participate. It's purely business with them because it cements their business relationships which then makes them a lot of money down the road."

She paused for effect, "You'll be paid, in cash, at the end of the evening."

My heart spun up to exit velocity, another button pushed, I never even considered being paid, being prostituted by my pimp, her father.

When I didn't respond immediately, Sara read my mind,

"You're an actress, Annie, actresses get paid; It's that simple. They put on an Adults Only show for a limited clientele. Don't overthink it."

Again, here was Sara, 13 years my junior, showing me how the world works. I have beensovery sheltered.

She continued, "It's only sex." My mother's words raced back to me with all the memories they brought.

./.

Jerry arrived home at 7pm, which was surprising since I expected him after midnight being that this was the week of April 15. Apparently, he had received my text wherever he was. He replied that he'd be home by 7pm tonight. The girls were in their room, Josh was out with friends, so Jerry and I sat down for dinner together, which was a welcome change. We hadn't spoken much about my weekend with Sara, and I still wanted to know why there were all these secrets about who he was meeting. Sophie had scared me.

"Jerry, in June I'm going to go on a girls' trip with Sara," I opened. "She's moving to California to work at the CA State Supreme Court in San Francisco, she needs to make living arrangements beforehand. She asked me to help her."

"How long will it be?" he asked.

"I'd guess about a week. I want to take the girls with me," I added.

Jerry's head shot up and stared.

"You aren't going to involve them in anything that you're doing, are you?"

"No, Jerry, never, ever." I said firmly and meant it.

I continued, "They're going to be on their own in a little over a year. I want them to be aware of what they might be encountering. If they're away at school somewhere, in a dorm with boys, in an apartment on their own, they'll be facing a worldly life where some kids of their own age have been living a life completely different to what we've shown them. They'll encounter drugs for certain, sex of every kind with people of every color, religion and most importantly to meintent."

Jerry looked at me, weighing my words and my expressions.

"I've learned so much these past 5 months about things I just never even knew existed. I'm 39 and I think worldly enough for my life; they'll soon be 18 and they may very well know more now than I do now. Do you know what OF is? I just found out about it. I'm betting the girls already know about it."

I didn't see a question race across his face when I mentioned OF. Did Jerry pay young girls to do things on the internet? I couldn't imagine it but then I was such a neophyte anything would be possible. For the last 3+ years he had distanced himself from me so much that I felt that I hardly knew the man I married.

Jerry asked me, "Do you like sleeping with a woman, Annie?"

I guess I had expected that question, and I'd been mulling it over in my head during the weekend and all day today. "I do like it, Jerry. It seems softer with more eroticism and more emotion and it's slower to build and slower to fade away. But that's after one weekend together. When you and I first met, I was head over heels in love with everything about you, your hair, your smell, your cock, your strength, they were all so new to me and gave me so much pleasure. That's what I feel again now except it's with a woman."

"Which do you like more?" he asked.

"Both, the same, they're just different. I'm convinced today that I'm bi-sexual. I love you and the way you make me feel, there's comfort in our 20 years together. I loved the way that my one-night stand, Tom, made me feel like I was in my 20's again. I love that Sara makes me want to be a woman, open, vulnerable and plainly feminine."

Was Jerry, relieved that I was hooking up with a woman rather than a man? He didn't show any displeasure; I wondered if it aroused him to picture my face buried between Sara's thighs?

"Jerry, there are things that Sara and I shared this weekend that aroused me so much so that no man, not even you, could imagine." I thought of the 5 hours I spent modeling all of Sara's clothing.

For whatever reason my husband seemed at ease with my new sapphic desires. I'm sure that this was all as new to him as it was to me. He put me in charge of our sex life and I'm taking it wherever it leads us.

He changed subjects, "Are you going to do anymore of that BDSM stuff where you were hurt?"

"Yes, but not for a while I think," I answered honestly. "I think I may be involved in a scene one weekend night in a few weeks. That's all I know about it now."

I added, "So far there's been little sex involved. What I've done thus far has been set up by Virgil to test me to see if I was strong enough to be used. I am.... So far. Now I understand that sex may be introduced, maybe a lot of sex, with a lot of people."

"You're going to be protected, right? You're not going to bring home multiple diseases, are you?"

"Jerry, that's one of my hard limits. Condoms or NO SEX."

"They'll honor that?"

"Virgil will make sure that they do. He's going to be there to watch and protect me."

My turn to question him, "What the hell is going on at work, Jerry? Sophie said that you disappeared early in the morning today. This is the week before April 15, I expected you to be hidden behind stacks of returns due this week."

"An IRS agent called and wanted me to meet with them today."

"What? Why? Are you in trouble?"

"I don't know, they said that they are reviewing returns from the last 3 years now. They want my input on questions that they have."

"You've never been questioned in the past, why now?"

"It's not usual but it's not unknown either for them to call in people to clarify issues. Their computers analyze all the returns and generate questions. I was asked to come in today and provide answers."

"Let me ask you again, are you in trouble? Did you do anything wrong?"

"They want some returns amended. I must get with the clients to advise them what the IRS wants. The clients may or may not agree, they may have a different interpretation. As a result, this year's returns due on Friday I'm going to hold up and ask for a delay."

"There's a lot of us that depend on you, Jerry. You've always done the right thing, both ethically and lawfully."

"I know," but his voice was disheartened. Why? For some reason I felt that he was answering my questions truthfully, but he was not telling me the entire truth.

"Jerry, don't hide anything from me. We've never had this kind of situation in our marriage; we've always been completely open."

"I'm not hiding anything, babe, it's just I can't get through to the clients that what they want is not allowed. They won't accept that. The IRS won't accept what has been filed. We're at an impasse now and I need to find the way out. It's my name on the returns."

We went back and forth for an hour trying to scheme a way to convince his clients to come to their senses. The IRS certainly would not back down. I began to sense that this is what had been weighing on Jerry these past several months and even years. Was it this weight that was pulling at our marriage?

Women share everything, to a fault; men share nothing, unless it dragged out of them. I had to stay on Jerry from now on to tell me everything.

./.

Finally, April 15 passed and tensions seemed to ease. I still had to ask Jerry every week what was happening with this IRS issue. He didn't volunteer anything.

Virgil told me that Mistress Vanessa had helped to arrange a BDSM private party in the Hamptons during the second weekend in May. I would be participating at a couple's summer home with another young woman; we would be play-acting as mother and daughter. In addition to the couple, as many as 4 to 6 other men would be involved. I should expect to have sex with everyone, multiple times, including the young woman as my daughter. I was assured that the young woman was a college student, almost 20 years old.

I would be paid $10,000 for the evening!!!!

How the hell is Jerry going to reportthatto the IRS? 'Other Income, Wife, Prostitution'

./.

Virgil was a goddam problem.

Sara and I spoke every day on the phone, I loved her squeal when I called her. I told her everything that was happening to me, Jerry, graduation for Josh, new boyfriend for Kelly, break up for Erin with a deluge of tears right after their Prom. Sara had been researching condos and houses in SF, she had thought about Sausalito but getting home at night, possibly late at night, seemed tough. Virgil was going to purchase what she wanted, she'd pay him back. She was excited but on edge about the move.

I told her that I wore her lingerie all the time when I was alone at home. I loved the look and the feel of them around my naked body with the knowledge that it was she who was hugging me. I sexted her with my pussy taking in that wonderful psychedelic tentacle all the way to the base. One week I sent her seven texts in seven days, one video was me riding it for nearly 30 minutes before collapsing in a gushing orgasm that splashed my phone camera. I texted her;my camera is your face.

Competition, later that day I got a text from Sara, I stared, it was just a video. Her face was completely covered in brown except for her eyes; she pursed her lips, stuck out her tongue with a solid piece of shit on it and kissed the camera, the video went blurry. The video was followed by her text,my camera is your tongue and lips.

She's disgusting and I love it.

I wanted to be with Sara every day. I wanted to feel her against me, smell her breath and her hair. I wanted her to tease my pussy for hours. But Virgil spent too much time athishouse, how dare he? I wanted to fuck my girlfriend in her bed, in her room, without having to be concerned that her father might suddenly show up. I was a 19-year-old boy fucking my new 18-year-old girl friend worried that her father might break in any minute.