Inferno

INFERNO

This is a complete work of fiction. Prior activities in prior chapters will affect future actions. There are numerous references in this chapter to actions and dialogue in previous chapters. All characters and dialogue are from my own perverse mind.

All people and events depicted are purely fictional, any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. No sexual activity of any kind involves characters younger than 18 years old.

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Chapter 8 Additional Tasks for Annie

Jerry and the kids arrived home Sunday evening from Josh's tournament in Maryland. His team, Aquinas, had won two more games and were still undefeated. Josh had two very good games, he said, his excitement spilled over as he explained everything.

I am not a sports fan but after attending hundreds of his games from 7thgrade onward I did understand most of what he told me. I could recognize good and very good players; I could sense and see when games were close and big plays that were critical.

Last year Aquinas had a very good team, but Josh and the others were mostly juniors, they were just a little too small or just didn't have the experience of some of the other teams. They lost in the state Quarterfinals to Wilson Prep, located about an hour south of us, south of Trenton across the river from Philly. Wilson Prep drew players from the entire East Coast and even occasionally from as far away as Detroit or Chicago. The players often came for one year only to play for one of the most prestigious scholastic basketball programs in the country, mercenaries, some said. In two years, some of Wilson's best players could be in the NBA.

Wilson finished last year as the #1-ranked scholastic program in the country and continued to hold that position all through this year. Aquinas wanted revenge. It's all Josh talked about. For the entire year both schools had avoided playing in the same tournaments. Wilson had lost one game by one point on a visit to a West Coast school on their home court.

Josh was not a star on our team, he had been a solid, experienced, scrappy starter for two and a half years. Would I see him play in college, probably, hopefully on a full scholarship. Would I see him play in the NBA? Who knows. I was proud of his excitement and how he felt that in this tournament Aquinas won because he had played extra well.

Jerry let Josh do all the talking but seemed quietly proud in the background. He smiled and nodded to much of what Josh was telling me. Erin and Kelly told me how the air seemed electric during the final game, how brightly the lights shone, all the newspaper photographers that were there. I asked how they did, the cheerleader team. "We rocked it, Mom," Erin said.

Josh said quietly, "We have to hold it together, meaning his team. If we do, we're probably gonna play Wilson in the State Finals this year. Coach said that he heard that they might move the game from Rutgers to the Meadowlands Arena which is much larger to accommodate the press and all the fans that would want to go."

The kids went to their rooms to get ready for school on Monday, I poured Jerry a glass of red wine to go with mine.

"Living Room or Bedroom?" I asked as I sipped. I looked at his crotch purposefully. He wanted to hear about my first 'date'.

"Let's start in the Living Room, on the couch," he said.

"OK, I'll talk, and you listen for footsteps on the stairs," I replied taking him by the hand. "We have a lot to discuss tonight, Jerry."

"Ready?" I asked,

"Cliff Notes, page 1: We had no sexual contact last Friday; I did strip down and get completely naked in his car;Ikissedhimpassionately." I saw Jerry's eyes get wide then even wider as he looked all over my face for any hint of.... what.

"Page 2," I continued, "He asked me if I would go up to several parked trucks at a Truck Stop off the Interstate and try to get one of the drivers to pay me $50 for a blowjob," his jaw dropped. "I refused."

"He then asked me to walk into a 7Eleven only partially clothed with no underwear, to buy a coffee. Before I went in, he ripped open my lavender blouse, exposing my breasts. I didn't refuse to do that, I did it."

"It was freezing out Friday night," he said.

"Yes, it was, and I had only two pieces of clothing covering me and one was ripped apart. He messed up my hair and makeup so that I looked like I had just been roughly fucked."

"Why'd you agree to do that, Annie? I just can't imagine you allowing it."

"I wanted to do as he told me so I could please him, Jerry, and I wanted to see what it would feel like to be humiliated like that, for me."

"Steps," he said and looked toward the stairs

I rubbed the bulge in his jeans. "Go on upstairs to bed, I'll close up down here and be up in a minute to lick away that problem you seem to have here, cucky."

Jerry was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head and a tent in his shorts. I closed and locked the door and said, "Get rid of those shorts and put your hands behind your head again." I dropped my robe and displayed a dainty lace bra and thong panties with only a small see-through triangular patch covering my mound. My wet lips were completely visible since the thong had slipped between them.

"Stop staring, my little cuck, there's nothing inside there for you tonight. Soon though." It was time to ramp up the teasing.

I swung my leg over his chest and mounted him so that he was staring right at my soft and gooey vulva. "I'm going to scoot up and sit on your face for a while with your nose on my clit, Jerry. Then I'm going to tell you about thereallygood stuff from Friday." I trapped his arms behind his head with my knees and legs and settled onto his tongue. "Lick me nicely bitch and I may allow you inside there tonight. It may be the last time it's yours alone."

I rubbed my sex on his face and let him make me wetter and wetter. "I want you to listen carefully now, Jerry, all of this is important."

"Cliff Notes page 3:" I said.

"Point 1. I've decided who's going to be the first man inside me other than you, Jerry. His name is Tom; he's in his 20's and I find him very attractive for a number of reasons. I also believe that he's interested in me. I'm going to call him at his office this week and tell him to get an STD Certificate then make reservations at a hotel somewhere where I'll meet him; then I'm going to fuck him until his too weak to move."

"He's going to shoot all over me and all up inside me. I want to feel his first spasms filling my vagina then rushing to enter my cervix and uterus to impregnate me, Jerry." His eyes looked quizzically from between my thighs and pussy lips. "Yes, I know that I've been on the pill for 10 years, but he doesn't. When I get home, I'll bring you a gift with all the intimate details."

His tongue got very active beneath my hips when I suggested this.

"We're far from done, Jerry." I slid off his face, down his chest and licked the precum leaking from his little pee hole. It was so cute that little droplet just sitting there waiting for my tongue. I put just the tip of his glans in my lips and ran my tongue over his hole and around the sensitive soft skin just below the opening. "Are you still listening, Jerry? Get your mind out of the gutter, slut, you're not going to cum in my mouth you're going to come in your married whore's cunt tonight. I've got more to tell you about what I've discovered and what I've decided. Stay with me," I licked down to his balls and back up again to the tip.

"My journeys or my adventures are going to go down two separate paths, probably not simultaneously," smiling over his cock, I pulled his cock into my lips for a quick swirl of my tongue. "I didn't expect this but if I find Tom to be very good in bed, I may just use him as a 20-something fuck-buddy. If he's not good in bed or he doesn't like that idea, then No Harm, No Foul, as Josh says. He works in the City, and I don't think he lives nearby so I really don't think that I would see him very often. I'm not leaving you for him, I just want to fuck him."

I pulled my thong to one side and lifted myself onto my husband's cock and let him impale me.

"Point 2. This surprised me and we need to discuss it," rocking my hips over his cock. "My main interest in looking outside our marriage it appears isnotsexual intercourse. I have that here with you, except that you don't do me enough, you aren't as hard as you used to be and you're not as rough as I want you to be."

My pelvic muscles gripped him tightly at the base of his cock while my hips did their womanly dance to make his cock move me inside as I rode him.

"I want something dark and dangerous that might hurt me or make me cry in pain. It may not even involve the sex act itself, but it will be sexual. I'm going to give my body to an older man who has experience in the Power Exchange lifestyle and I'm going to allow him to lead me and show me how to experience things you and I never could imagine."

He began to gasp, I could sense by the tension in his belly and how his cock had swelled inside me that Jerry was close to exploding me.

"I want you to pay very close attention here, Jerry," I stopped moving and looked in his eyes, my loving husband's eyes."

"He, and maybe others, will probably hit me, they're going to hurt me, they're going to tease me and they're going to try to make me cry intentionally probably while I'm completely naked. They may leave marks on me everywhere. All my intimate parts will be open to them for whatever they want to do to me. o They may enter my body any way they want and as often as they want, Jerry,"

I began rocking my hips again, "I want them to use me and to fulfill their filthiest desires with me. This is your wife, Jerry. It's who I am."

"But while all of these horrible sexual acts are being done to me, I have absolute control over what happens, and in the end, every night after whatever has been done to me, I will return home to you safely." I squeezed his cock hard at the base and rode up and down on it deep into my belly, "I want this, Jerry. I'm going to try it."

"Come in your wife's whore cunt, Jerry." I rode him hard rubbing my clit all over his pubic bone building my release as I held him deep inside. He arched his back and speared deep inside me. I gasped and winced as he bumped my cervix. "Do that again, Jerry, harder". This time his whole body arched, my knees left the bed and he really moved my cervix. I was going to ache tomorrow. "Again, Jerry, again deeper and harder"

He grabbed me around the waist and flipped me onto my back and simply jammed himself as deeply into my vagina as he could. That bruised me again and I tried to pull away from the assault.

He was having none of it, though. He pinned my hands above my head; my small female body simply couldn't resist his strength. Over and over and over again he slammed his hips into my slick, wide-open lips and throbbing clit, his balls slapping against my asshole every time.

"Take me, Jerry, use this filthy whore any way you want."

He jammed himself deep inside and I winced. He rose away from me and looked at me with a meanness I'd never seen in him before.

"Did that hurt you, slut?" he demanded.

"Yes, you're bruising me inside."

"I can feel that hard little button up inside you when I move just right. It hurts you when I bump it doesn't it, slut?" He slapped my face, Jerry hit me!!!!!!! "Answer me."

"Yes, sir, it does hurt, I'll probably have cramps tomorrow."

He slapped my face again!!!! Tears began welling up in my eyes.

"If this is the last I have my wife to myself I want you to remember it the way you want it," then he slapped my left breast HARD, then again HARDER, then HARD again. His lips crushed mine and his tongue speared into my mouth as he began pounding his prick into my soft body crushed beneath his weight.

I tilted my hips to help him go deeper. "Fuck your slutty wife, cuck boy"

He grabbed both of my shoulders, I knew what was coming. After 20 years I knew that this was his physical signal that he has going to jam my little pussy down onto his cock before he came. I relaxed and opened up for him as much as I could.

"All the way in, Jerry" I whispered in his ear. He exploded, pulling my shoulders down and jamming his hips up pushing himself as deep into my cunt as he could go. His spasms and squirts filled and warmed me as I locked my ankles behind his hips to hold him inside. I didn't come, I usually don't come by his penetration alone, but I had all night to have him lick and clean me with his tongue to bring me the release I needed before morning.

He crashed on top of me, spent. I was throbbing all over, "Thank you, Jerry. I will always love you."

Often, probably too often, in the last five or ten years I'd just let him slip out, pull the covers over us and then feel him fall into a deep sleep. Many times, I'd feel well-fucked, but I'd still be tingly and unsatisfied - on edge. - as he zonked out. I'd often finish myself off quietly rocking next to him as he slept in oblivion.

That's not me now. If he's given me charge of our sex life, then I'm going to make him work to get me off.

"You still have some work to do down below, Jerry." I pushed his head down toward my belly, "I'll tell you when you're done."

./.

In the morning, we were both bleary-eyed. I had put his tongue and lips to work all over between my legs; he licked and kissed and penetrated with his tongue every orifice and sexy tender spot I have down there. I have no idea how many times I came, they just came in rushes. His assault on me with his cock had made all my female tissues swollen and needy. I goaded him and guided him everywhere lick here, kiss there, put your tongue inside, bite down, on my lips, at my entrance, in my vagina, in my asshole and of course on my clit which was screaming for release. I said, "Your lips and tongue are now my pussy slaves. When she's needy, I want you to take good care of her."

I stood in the doorway as he got ready for work, as I've done throughout our marriage. "Tired, baby? My legs are still weak," I admitted, "but I feel so good inside."

"You know you hit me last night for the first time ever. Were you mad?" I asked.

He stopped shaving, "Ya know, Annie, during our entire marriage it had never occurred to meto hit youwhen we were having sex. I just wasn't brought up that way. I would put myself in front of you so that you wouldn't be hit. It never occurred to me that you'd accept it much less like it. But you didn't seem to mind it at all, did you? I was shocked that you laid there beneath me and allowed me to do it."

I thought back to last night. "I liked it when you slapped me, Jerry. It was an extra thrill I never would have imagined."

"I'm learning a lot more about myself as I explore, Jerry. You're right in every other situation if you or someone hit me, I'd be insulted, probably cry, certainly leave. But I was leading you on and you reacted violently toward me. You just took me and used me. I was your fuck meat last night, and fuck meat just receives, it doesn't question or complain."

"Do you remember when we were first married, you'd do that all the time. I don't think you thought of it that way, but you couldn't get enough of me. You'd just roll me over and jam into me or lift up my dress as I was fixing dinner and push up inside me. For me your male body, always next to me, always needing to be inside me was a high I'll never forget. I want to create that desire again with my body. I want to create a need so strong in a man, that he loses all control and ravishes me. I want him to turn me intohisfuck meat for the night just like you did last night."

He'd finished getting ready, I handed him his coffee cup.

"I've read a lot in the last several months, Articles, blog posts, forums and stories about this whole lifestyle. Apparently for a lot of people seeing a woman made completely defenseless and vulnerable and offering herself as if a sacrifice flicks that switch. In this new experience which I'm going to try, people may hit me, I may be insulted, I may made to cry, I may be teased and left screaming for release, but I can't leave, I have no choice but to take it and absorb it into myself. The itch I'm looking to scratch is, how muchcan I take,and does it bring me any pleasure?"

Jerry looked at me, "That brings me to something you said last night that stayed with me. How safe will you be? Is your 'whore cunt', as you called it, putting the mother of our children at risk? Will we be searching the brothels of Tijuana or Budapest or the swamps of Jersey for your body? How do youknowthat you'll come home safely every night, as you say?"

"During any scene, I have the sole control to stop everything with the simple word 'RED'. If I say RED, I go home. That'sthefirst rule. However, you're right, I don't know the answers to your questions. There's much more I have to learn about 'out-of-scene' safety. But I don't have a death wish."

That struck home. What if someone killed my protector and just abducted me? As small as I am I could never resist being taken anywhere if someone really wanted me for themselves. That was scary.

"Jerry, just so you are completely aware of everything, the man who's going to lead me as I explore myself is Virgil Penn. He's in his 50's I believe. Amazingly he and his wife, his daughter and his best friend are or were involved in the PE lifestyle."

"Virgil Penn, the baseball player?" his eyes shot up, incredulous.

"Yes, I had to look him up."

"He was a star for the Phillies for several years," Jerry was shocked. "How did you meet him -and his daughter?"

'Yes, he asked her to speak with me so that I'd get a woman's perspective on all of this, I met her for lunch one day last week. I'll tell you about it when you get home."

./.

After the kids left for school, I had to begin my 'homework' for Virgil.

Fetishes, now I I'm into I don't know what I don't know. I just never considered the idea in my entire vanilla lifetime. But soon I was going to give my body to the public so to speak and they collectively may have far more experience in fetishes than I can imagine. What would I allow them to do?

I googled, holy shit, one site had 275 fetishes. Most I can't imagine why or how, but I don't think they'll even come up. Others, I found surprisingly, I've already said OK to in my mind: BDSM, D/s, cuckolding (duh), masochism (wanting to be hurt), sadism (wanting to hurt others), leather, latex (why not, might be fun), feet (sure), shoes (now we're speaking my kinks), urine, poop and vomit (3 babies, been there done that, nothing new to see here, move on), dead bodies (I sure hope not), slobs, massively overweight, ugly people and unhygienic partners ( in a way this might be a turn on), humiliation (almost definitely a yes), exposure or sex in public (absolutely a yes), blindfolded or used by complete unseen strangers (again a yes), drink urine or eat poop (probably, I'll have to test myself first), piercings, needle play, blood (yes, I don't know and probably not), hot wax(?), branding (NO), slavery (NO). Wow I thought, I was almost a full-blown pervert already.

Kinks like anal sex (definitely, it can be hotandhumiliating), spanking (definite yes), being a vessel for food (sucking cherries from my pussy, sign me up), sex toys (duh, name one), abduction (role playing only), anilingus (probably), breath play / choking (Virgil only), locked in a cage (?), CNC (definitely yes), electricity play (ooooo, scary YES), used while restrained and unable to avoid the act or punishment or tease ( yes, yes, and yes - safe word).