The Old Oak Tree

I sat here in the hospital room holding my wife's hand. She was a mess. She had skidded off a two lane county highway two evenings previously, sideways into a hundred year old oak tree. The car had hit the tree solidly with the driver's door and her whole left side took the blow when the car stopped and she didn't. Her left shoulder was broken and some ribs cracked but the major injury was to her head. She had suffered a concussion and fractured skull when her head hit window as the window hit the tree. She had bleeding inside the skull, a hematoma they called it, and they had to open her skull to relieve the swelling. She was in a coma and the doctors did not know when she would come out of it or even if she would live.

Last night Officer Steven Desmond from the State Police came into the room and told me that he was the trooper who was assigned to investigate Beth's accident. He said,

"I have to interview her but I understand that is impossible now, but perhaps you can shed some light on what happened." I answered,

"I have no idea where she was or was she doing in that area. I was out of town and was returning to Bloomington on a commuter flight from O'Hare and I landed at 6:30pm, she was to pick me up at the Bloomington Airport. She never showed up and never answered the house or her cell phone. I took a cab home and I was there only a few minutes when I got the phone call that she was here in this hospital.

"Does she have a drug or drinking problem?"

" No, of course not. The hospital must have tested her blood, what did it show?"

"She was sober and drug free but she had had intercourse within the last 12 hours."

"That's impossible; I have been gone for two days."

He looked at me quizzically and said,

"Is it? Sorry but I have to ask these questions. Is she employed?"

"No, she hasn't worked since our sons were born and they are both in college now."

"What about you, what do you do?"

"I am a professor at the University in Bloomington."

"Are you out of town often?"

"Yes once or twice a month, I do a lot of consulting work for the state and various corporations, mostly in the automotive field. Can you tell me what happened instead of asking all these questions?"

"I can tell you what happened. She was driving south on County Road 122, evidently at a high rate of speed, the road makes a sharp right turn for a few hundred yard and then makes a sharp left and continues south. The sharp right turn is not well signed and there was a patch of black ice just before it and when she hit the brakes, she lost control and hit the tree broadside. The car was totaled and we had a hard time getting her out. By the way, I have her purse and her laptop top with me. I will leave them here with you."

"She didn't have a laptop."

"It's got her name on it inside the case. The screen is broken; you will have to get it fixed for her."

I thanked him but now I have more questions than he did.

Why was she so far north?

Why was she so delayed that she had to speed on a back road?

Why does she have a computer I didn't know about?

Where had she been?

Who had she had sex with?

Do I know my wife?

This morning, before I came to the hospital, I stopped by the Computer Science building and gave her laptop to one of the techies to see if he could repair it. I felt that it might be able to answer some the questions in my mind. I stayed with her only a short time since there was no way to communicate. Then I went to work and later picked up the repaired computer on my way home. The young man who gave it back to me said,

"There's some pretty hot stuff in here. I'd like to meet the woman who wrote it."

I mumbled some reply, paid him for the repair and made my way home. I made a sandwich and a scotch and soda for dinner and then sat down with that damn computer. Did I really want to invade Beth's privacy? She kept this away from my knowledge. Was I afraid that what I found out would destroy my marriage? Too many questions and I needed answers so I turned it on and found two folders, one marked 'Photos' and the other marked 'My Diary'.

I clicked on 'Photos' and there was my Beth, pictured from the waist up wearing the biggest smile .........and nothing else. She was holding her slightly heavy pendulous breasts up to the camera, offering them to the photographer with a lewd smile on her face. My heart went cold. I clicked again and there she was again with the same smile only she was on her back, looking down between her legs towards thee camera, her fingers spreading her trimmed cunt with what looked like sperm leaking out of her. I barely made it to the bathroom where I gave up my dinner sandwich. I made it through a few more photos, one of which was of her with a cock in her mouth looking up at the photographer. I couldn't take any more and closed the folder.

This was my 46 year old wife, we have been married for 22 years and have two sons in college and it looks like I never knew her. She certainly had never acted like that for me. She was the consummate faculty wife, prim, proper and a good mother. Never the slut I saw in those pictures. I fixed my self a scotch on the rocks and opened the file marked 'Diary'. She wrote,

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Simon wants me to keep a diary of every thing that goes through my head concerning our relationship. He says I am to bare my soul to him just as I bare my body and he wants me to start from when we met. He knows I cannot deny him anything he wants and he had me buy this notebook to keep my diary and photos and I am to bring it with me every time we meet so he can read about all my thoughts.

It was at the end of August when we met at a book signing at the University Bookstore. He had written a book of poetry that I thought contained some of the most beautiful love poems I had ever read. I stayed afterwards to tell him how deeply they affected me and how much I appreciated his work. He invited me to further discuss his poetry in the coffee shop and before we knew it the afternoon was gone. Henry was away on one of his consulting trips and I was having such a good time I invited Simon to come to my home and have dinner with me so that we could continue our discussion. He accepted and after dinner, over coffee, I coaxed him into reading some of his poetry to me. His voice, his poems, his beauty, affected me in a way I cannot describe but my insides turned liquid. I was melting, and it was leaking out of my vagina. The poetry he then improvised was of love and it was love for and of me. This man was at least fifteen years younger than I and he knew my soul better than anyone in this world, certainly better than Henry did. I was so moved that I slid out of my chair and crawled on all fours to kneel between his legs as he reclined in Henry's chair, my elbows on his thighs. He reached out and put his fingers below my chin and lifted my face, leaned forward and kissed me and with that kiss he released something in me. He continued reciting his love poems as he undressed me and when we were both naked he laid me back on the sofa and made love to me. When he entered my vagina I climaxed so hard I think I fainted and the next orgasm woke me up. We spent the night in my marital bed and he had me coming most of the time. Never in my life had anyone ever taken me to such emotional heights as Simon did that night. When morning came I didn't want him to leave. He told me that we could keep in touch by computer and I told him that I didn't know how to do that and that I couldn't use Henry's in any event. He took me out and I bought this little laptop and he showed me how to use it to keep photos, do email, do instant mail and video telephone and keep my diary. I guess I was not too smart with the computer at first and I could not get the hang of it so all we could do was talk on the phone for the next few weeks. He got me so hot that I sat by the phone and waited until he called. He had me fingering myself to orgasm as he recited love poems to me.

I don't understand my feelings for Simon or why I so blithely forgot my marriage vows or compromised my love for Henry. I still love him, he is a dear, sweet, considerate man and I want to spend the rest of my life with him but Simon has lighted a fire within me that I cannot deny. Right now I live for his next phone call and in fear that some slip up of mine would clue Henry into my behavior.

Then at the end of September I told him that Henry would be out of town again and he came to me two hours after Henry left. I opened the door for him and he walked right past me then turned to face me. I closed the door and fell into his arms with unbridled passion. I tilted my face to kiss him and he devoured me. We stripped and made love right there on the foyer rug. I showed him a passion and hunger that I never displayed for Henry. When his tongue entered my mouth I sucked on it so hard I thought I would tear it from its roots and my vagina ground down so hard on his penis that he yelped for me to take it easy. We both climaxed simultaneously and then lay in each others arms in orgasmic bliss. Then he shrunk and slipped out of me. I cried,

"Nooooooooooooo, don't go."

"Sorry lover, but with the right inspiration it will come back."

"But it is such a lovely penis."

"You don't want a penis; you want a long hard stiff cock."

"Yes, I guess I do, how do I get it back?"

"You ask for it, nicely,"

"Please may I have your nice long hard stiff cock?"

He was turning me into a supplicant, a beggar, pleading for my own ravishment and I didn't care. I wanted his cock!

"You have to show me you really want it. Kiss it, lick it, hold it and suck on it."

I had never performed fellatio on any man, Henry never demanded it of me and I certainly never would initiate it on him. Simon was lying on his back, his hands behind his head, looking at me. I looked at his cock; it was lying across the top of his thigh like a soft fat worm. He, unlike Henry, was circumcised and the mushroom cap, as well of the length, was covered with a coating our combined emissions. It looked dirty and disgusting and that was just what I was feeling about myself as I leaned over, took it in my hand, and kissed it, then sucked on it. I knew then that I would do anything he wanted me to do. I felt naughty, totally uninhibited, and completely willing to please him.

My ministrations gave me my reward and his cock grew to the it's desired size. Not wanting to make love again on the floor, we rose and using his erection as a guide tool I led him again to my bed where we repeated yesterday's performance. Afterwards, I was quietly kissing and nibbling on him, telling him how much I loved him and his magnificent cock while he recited erotic poetry to me. There was not a semblance of a thought, or a bit of remorse, about what I doing to Henry and our marriage.

We spent the afternoon on my learning how to use the computer. How to do email, instant messaging, video calls, take and store photos and keep my diary. My laptop had a built in webcam and he had me sit at my desk in front of it, naked. He was behind the screen and he told me to offer my tits to him and as I lifted them he reached around and pressed 'Enter' and I saw myself, a wanton, lewd creature smiling back from the screen. I felt so sexy and naughty, he said,

"I want to taste you."

He spun my chair around and knelt between my legs and kissing his way up my inner thighs he reached my vagina. I heard him say,

"We're going to have to trim that forest."

And then he licked me and I was in heaven. I had never let Henry perform cunnilingus on me, I felt it was too dirty, but now it sent me into one of the most violent orgasms of my life. I pressed Simon's head into my crotch so hard that I almost smothered him. It took many minutes before I returned to Planet Earth.

"Oh my god, Simon, that was incredible."

"You like? Now it's your turn to return the favor."

We switched places and I took his cock in my mouth and I sucked him off. He held my head when he came and when my mouth was full he said,

"Swallow," and I did.

I was loosing a lot of virginities today and I loved loosing every one of them. He took a few more pictures of me and had me enter them into the computer myself. I became very proud of all that I had accomplished today.

Simon spent the night in bed with me and it was total debauchery. I literally gave him my body to do anything he wanted with it. I refused him nothing and when he took me anally

I lost every speck of inhibition. He fucked my ass and called me his slut. That's right, he fucked his slut's ass. Every bit of self restraint, self respect, self dignity that I had, was gone and I didn't care, I only want his cock! He can have me and use me however he wishes and I don't care about the consequences. Or maybe I do. I don't want to hurt Henry, in many ways I still love him and I can't see the rest of my life without him. I wish I could split myself in two so that I could enjoy my husband and my lover at the same time.

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I sat there, stupefied. I guess that would have been the word, reading about my wife's seduction and surrendering of everything she should have held dear and wondering how it could have gone on without my noticing. I was totally clueless. This was my wife, the virgin when we married almost 22 years ago.

She wants his cock.

He fucked her ass.

She wants to spend the rest of her life with me?

She has to be out of her mind!

This was going to be a long night. I got another Scotch and opened the October entry.

************

It has been four weeks since Simon was with me all night but we have been meeting on line with voice and video contact. It's not as good as being together with him but I dare not have physical contact while Henry is at home. I have been making up for that by being more available to Henry and sometimes even instigating sex with him. I think he is enjoying my lascivious attention to him. But today my lover came back to me.

I answered the door bell and again he walked right past me and as I went to close the door he said,

"Did I tell you to close the door?"

"No Simon."

He took his penis out of his pants. It was long and it was hard. It was beautiful.

"Do you want this?"

I couldn't deny it. I wanted it for the last four weeks.

"Yes Simon."

"You will only get it when you do what I want and what you get permission to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes Simon."

"Did you dress the way I told you to."

"Yes Simon."

"Show me."

I lifted my sweater and my bare tits swung free. My nipples were so hard they felt brittle. I was afraid they would break off. I actually moaned.

"What else did I tell you to do?"

I lifted my skirt to show him my naked pussy.

"Close the door and tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck your slut."

"And who is my slut?"

"I am."

"And what is your name slut?"

"My name is cunt."

"And who do you belong to."

"I belong to you Simon. Please, I am going crazy, please fuck me."

He had spent the whole month online, training me to respond to him this way. My vocabulary was now that of a whore, a cock hungry slut, a reflection of what I had become for him. I didn't care any more what I did for him or what he did to me. I just knew I wanted the wild uninhibited passion he aroused in me. Before anything could happen between us the door bell rang again. I froze and looked at him, I was fearful one of my friends or Henry's was on my doorstep. Simon said,

"Answer it."

There was a man who looked to be Simon's age. He said,

"Hello Beth." Simon said,

"Right on time, come on in Steve."

The three of us stood in the foyer for a moment and Simon said,

"He called you Beth but that's not your name is it."

"No."

"Tell him your name."

I knew he was trying to humiliate me but even knowing it, it excited me.

How did he know so much about me?

How as he able to control me like this?

I knew. It was his cock, and I gave in.

"My name is cunt."

And my cunt flooded.

I wanted the humiliation.

I wanted his control and his domination.

I wanted the submission and I gave myself to the two of them. They used me that night like I was a whore and I guess I was one. I can't even bring myself to describe it here but they fucked me vaginally, orally, anally, individually and both at once. There is no way that I can remember how many times I came for them but by the time they left all my orifices were sore, including my throat.

Thank God Henry was on a two nighter this trip. I don't think I could have faced him if I had to pick him up at the airport this evening. It took me all morning to clean the house and the bedding to get the stink of the sex out of the bedroom. I knew I was out of control and I had to do something about it or my marriage was would be over. I really didn't want to give up Henry and I knew I couldn't stay away from Simon.

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My wife had been humiliated and dominated, then double teamed, in my house, in my bed, and she couldn't stay away from it?

Fuck, how had this happened to her?

How did it happen to me?

When she comes out of the coma, what am I going to do about it?

To her? To him?

Damn them!

I couldn't help it and I opened November.

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It took me several weeks to convince Simon that we could no longer meet in my home and he finally agreed to meet at a B&B on County Highway 122 when I agreed to pay for the room. Because of Thanksgiving my boys would be home so we met a week earlier. Henry traveled earlier this month also because he didn't go anywhere between the holidays. The B&B was really a roadhouse with a farm house attached. I think they rented rooms out to whoever got lucky in the bar. It was one of those places left over from when prohibition was repealed and some counties were dry and others permitted liquor. I met Simon there and Steve was with him and so was a woman. Lily was her name, I was still 'cunt'. We all had a drink at the bar that I paid for and then adjourned to our room, all four of us. When we got there Simon told Lily and me to strip then to make love to each other. I didn't know what to do and when she kissed me I whispered that fact to her. She whispered back,

"Just do to me what you like having them do to you."

So I kissed her back and then fingered her cunt and ass and actually got her off. She then returned the favor and then the guys took over. It was pretty much the same as last time except that there were two women so that by the time we finished in the morning I wasn't as sore as last time. When we parted after lunch Lily gave me a big kiss and said she wanted to see me again and truth be told, I liked it when she tongued me and made me cum.

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I closed the November file thinking that it wasn't so bad except for her now liking women partners. There was no December file. Then I got to January; I was gone, now that I remember, for two nights.

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Last month was terrible. I was so horny. Henry never left and the boys were underfoot so I didn't even have time on the computer with Simon for half of the month. I must have taken out my frustration on Henry because he even turned me down for sex several times. I have become an insatiable slut. I was so happy when he left on his January trip. I used to hate it when he was gone for even one night and now I am happy to see him go for two. When he has a two nighter I am in heaven. This trip was for two nights and I had a lot to make up for. It turned out to be much different than I expected. I got to the B&B in time for lunch and met Simon in the restaurant. We had a lovely lunch and then he took me up to the room and we made love until four o'clock. I mean we really made love, not just fucking and I was euphoric. He said,