Dangerous Obsession
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Saturday mornings had been our grocery day for years. Like a good husband I patiently navigate the shopping cart, waiting for Doris to make her selections. She always has questions for the stock boys about their schoolwork, grades and teasing them good naturedly about girl friends.
They usually humor her, treating like a favorite aunt. Although I have noticed some of them taking long leering looks her curvaceous five foot ten figure from a distance. She has gained about twenty pounds since our wedding day but in all the right places.
Those long stealthy glances always make me chuckle, pride of ownership I suppose. Most boys that age fantasize about older women and there's nothing wrong with that Doris of course does not see it that way and I never mention it; to her they're just nice young boys being friendly.
Whenever a new boy arrived, it never takes her long to reach beyond the nametag and ferret out all his business: what school, what grades, future plans, girl friends etc.
Everything took a different turn when a boy named Trevor was hired; a more than handsome Latino type, about five foot-six, with curly black hair and brooding dark eyes. It took a couple of Saturdays for Doris to break the ice with this extremely timid boy.
Once they became acquainted however, a strange bond developed between them and Doris began talking about him constantly. She found out through her gossip network that his parents had broken up the previous winter and simply left the city. He had been taken in temporarily by an older sister who didn't really have the financial means to support him; therefore he worked part time in the store. He was eighteen in his last high school year for the second time due to his parent's constant battles.
With no children of our own, me in my fifties and Doris in her mid forties; adoption had never been considered, mostly because of our careers. Now, due to downsizing we had both accepted severance packages. I had plenty of hobbies around the house but Doris was restless and now she came up with the insane idea that we should open our home to this young man. She wanted to give him a good home until he finished school and could look after himself. I told her that it was a crazy idea, he was not our responsibility.
But when Doris gets something into her head and assumes that far away trance-like look in her eyes; heaven and earth better move, or else...
She visited the sister - how she found the address was a mystery to me. To a single mother of two tiny tots in a one-bedroom apartment, my wife appeared as an angel from above. Strangely the woman did not see a problem with her kid brother going to live with total strangers.
Doris picked him up two days later and had him settled in one of our guest rooms. Trevor was polite and quiet and didn't seem at all phased by his new situation. Among his few possessions was a computer and he asked Doris if we had an Internet connection. We had never entered the cyber age ourselves but Doris immediately sent me out to arrange for a hookup. How else, would the boy do his homework she argued?
Once connected he rarely came out of his room. Doris fussed over him at meal times, wanting to know whether he wanted this or that to eat and then gradually changed our usual diet accordingly. After twenty-five years of marriage with no one else in the house I began to feel like a fifth wheel.
Doris could think of nothing else but her dear boy Trevor. She even began to great him with a hug when he came home which seemed peculiar to me; after all he was a star border not a relative but Trevor ate it all up. Those hugs gradually became lengthy mutual squeezes; I reasoned that he was lonely for the affection of a close knit family.
Her appearance changed as well, always a neat and well dressed woman but usually wearing loose fitting clothing around the house; although she didn't own a pair of jeans or other casual. Now I noticed a little more makeup, hair more immaculate, closer fitting shorter dresses or skirts accentuating and revealing her hourglass figure, particularly the form and cleavage of her generous bosom. If I didn't know better she was becoming more than infatuated with the boy and perhaps innocently leading him on.
I became envious, almost resentful of him, and Doris eventually became jealous of the computer, where he was spending more and more time.
One afternoon, after she'd been snooping in his room; she rushed down to my workshop with a crumpled towel. "What is the boy doing with this" she blustered. "Look, there are hard patches all over making it sick together" I chuckled at her, shaking my head.
"He's been playing with himself dear. He's a teenager; it's natural at that age. Put it in the wash and don't worry about it."
"Don't worry about it! Masturbation involves sinful sexual fantasies! You know that is wicked behavior! We must talk to him about it. He shouldn't be doing that; it's harmful and unnatural. Do you think he's looking at those awful ladies on that web thing?"
"He's a teen, they gets urges; it's better than him getting some young girl in trouble."
"Sandy I'm surprised at you. I'm going to talk to him when he gets home from school." I shook my head again but didn't argue with her, thinking that maybe the boy would be embarrassed enough to leave.
I was shocked that night when she very delicately told him about it after we ate. He wasn't embarrassed at all but strangely, almost pleased she brought it up.
"It's impossible for me not to do it ma'am ... Mrs. Cooper. I get these feelings and it drives me crazy. If I don't ... I get terrible head aches." He spoke in a pained voice looking, for all the world like a sick puppy. That was a new twist on that old headache standard that I'd never heard before.
"Oh you poor boy," Doris reached across the table taking his hand in both of hers, her fingers gently padding his hand and stroking his wrist. "Oh Trevor my dear boy what can we do to help?" He just shook his head, shrugging his shoulders and looked back at her with an actual tear running down his cheek.
"It's impossible for me not to do it Doris." That startled me, up until now it had been Mrs. Cooper or ma'am. "Oh Doris, the head aches they're terrible."
"But Trevor there must be some way to make you well; we'll do anything to help you. Won't we Sandy? I nodded, feigning sympathy, knowing full well as a man that there was no cure for his problem that we could help him with
"Well Doris ... well there is something but ... but no, that's impossible!"
"Oh Trevor, dear boy, nothing is impossible; isn't that so Sandy?" I nodded again thinking that maybe he would ask us to pay for a whore. That would get Doris going, with her religious hang-ups.
"OK, but I know you'll be angry with me."
"Oh Trevor dear I could never feel that way about you." He looked straight at her with those big dreamy eyes. Then he lowered his head hunching his shoulders. "Trevor dear please tell me, you can tell Doris anything, you know that." He looked up at her again and then spoke in a halting pitiful voice.
"Maybe ... you could have ... sex with me. You know, show ... me how." My mouth fell open. Never in a million year did I expect to hear that but never in an even longer span of time did I think my puritanical wife would say what she did.
"Oh Trevor my dear boy, I'll do anything for you but are you sure; after all I'm not a desirable and slender young woman anymore."
"Oh but you're beautiful and shapely ... with nice big ... I mean... "he stared intensely at her breasts and then turned his head. "I ... I think about you when I ... when I, you know?" I was in shock. My straight-laced wife, who had never let me get beyond the missionary position or had to my knowledge never experienced an orgasm, was agreeing to commit adultery and with a boy at that. Well, he was eighteen but ... I sat at the end of the table, staring at both of them in turn while she continued to caress his hand.
I got up and yelled at both of them, "Over my dead body! You're not going to have sex with my wife! Get out of my house" He jumped up, looking scared out of his wits and ran up to his room.
Doris stared at me with eyes that could kill. "You scared that dear boy; how could you!" She was screaming on top of her lungs. "Shame on you, now go up there and apologize to him, right now!" I'd never heard my wife scream before; her personality had suddenly been transformed, in a 'Dr. Jekyll and Mister Hyde' scenario
"Doris have you lost you mind. We're married, how many times have you told me that marriage is sacred and adultery is a grave sin?"
"Yes it is adultery Sandy, but this boy needs my help. I wouldn't be doing it behind you back, so I'm not cheating. That makes it all right I'm sure of that. Now, we're both going up there and you will apologize to that dear boy." She rose and marched to the stairs. She stopped at five or six steps and turned gesturing with her hands, her eyes burning fire and brimstone. "Come on! The boy is suffering, probably crying and it's your fault!" I got up feeling and walking like a zombie following her, up the stairs to his door. She knocked on it. "Can we come in Trevor please? Sandy wants to apologize."
"No, go away! I'm going to kill myself!" First the headache ruse I thought and now suicide; this boy is cunningly clever.
"See, what you done to the boy. Now get in there and say sorry!" She opened the door slightly and peered in. He was on the bed curled up in the fetal position crying. Doris looked at me hard. "Now we're going in and you will apologize you hear!"
I pinched myself to make sure that I was awake. This was more than unbelievable; it was surreal, this couldn't be happening. My wife an intelligent woman, university graduate, former manager of a large branch bank, was being bamboozled by a horny teen. She opened the door fully and sat down on the edge of the bed stroking his curly hair. I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. My whole being was frozen in disbelief as I watched her comforting him.
"Now Trevor you stop crying, everything is going to be alright. Doris will look after all your needs and Sandy will say he's sorry for being so rude to my sweet boy. There now, you can stop crying, sit up and let Doris put her arms around you. " He sat up, swinging his feet down on the floor and she drew his face into her neck with one arm while patting his cheek and stroking his hair. She kissed his forehead and then lifted his chin with her fingers giving him an adoring look. "Give Doris a nice kiss now Trevor that comes first doesn't it." He nodded and they kissed gingerly but warmly. "There that's better isn't it dear?" He nodded again and then looked my way with a fearful expression.
"But Doris ... your husband; he's very angry with me." She drew his face into her neck again and stared at me accusingly, her lips moving. I was beginning to think that the boy was an alien from another planet. Nothing on earth would have made my wife act like this. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Her yes flashed thunder and lightning, while her lips, which had never before let out an expletive, swore at me silently.
I heard my self, say that I was sorry and his tearful face turned my way. You mean that sir, I ... You let me do ... it with, your ... your wife?" My head nodded; again I was positive now that he was an alien, somehow controlling our minds.
"There that's better Sandy; I knew you would come to your senses. Now go downstairs and I will look after Trevor's needs." I turned to go as he whispered something in her ear. "You are so right dear Trevor, he should stay and watch. You tell him why yourself dear Trevor."
"Sir I ... I don't think it would be fair to have sex with your wife behind your back. Please stay?" Doris pointed sternly at a chair by the computer and then proceeded to undress the boy. I sat down like a robot and watched her undressing him completely. His cock was hard as a rock and it began to throb when Doris undressed herself, exposing her rubenesque body. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened with excitement as he drank in her amble curves. She embraced him drawing his face into her cleavage...
"Oh Trevor," she said and then let him go looking down at her thighs. "What happened?"
"I'm sorry Doris, I did it already." She looked at me.
"Well Sandy, make yourself useful get a towel, it's all down my legs!" I got up and rushed to the bathroom not believing what I was doing. I was now a towel boy for my wife's boy toy. They were kissing passionately, when I returned and I just stood there like the proverbial pillar of salt. He was fondling her heavy hangers and Doris just looked at me nodding at her thighs as she turned her lower body away from Trevor. In other words I had to clean Trevor's cum of her body. I got on my knees and wiped the gobs off her thighs and feet and then returned to my seat.
"Now Trevor the first thing you have to learn is that a woman must be prepared for sex, or penetration can be very painful. You don't want to hurt Doris; do you Trevor?"
He shook his head. She took his hand placing it in her vagina. "There you must finger it gently until it becomes moist. That's good just finger everything, oh that feels good Trevor oh you're so gentle." She kissed him again as he explored her bush. "There that's it Trevor my dear you found the spot. Gently now work you finger in there. Good oooh, good Trevor. I think I'm ready now" He began to shake. "Don't be afraid Trevor Doris will be gentle and guide you." I shook my head mentally; he wasn't afraid just aroused and excited knowing where his cock was going.
Doris got down on the bed spreading her thick thighs invitingly and reached for her stripling. He got on top of her and she held his penis to her vagina. He pushed it in, groaning with pleasure and shot his second load almost immediately. "There Trevor dear wasn't that better? You feel better now? Maybe tomorrow we can do it again."
He squeezed her tight and then lifted one of her breasts so he could suck on the nipple near her neck. She rubbed his curly hair encouraging him to continue. She had never understood my fascination with her mammary glands and had many times told me to stop that nonsense. "Oh Doris," he panted. I need more or I'll get a headache. Please let me do it some more now? Can I, please?"
"Of course Trevor as much as you need. Doris is here to help you with your problem." She kissed his forehead and he continued to suck her nipple while bouncing his ass. In about a minute he came again and then he rested for a minute or two asking her to please do it some more. About twenty minutes later he came for the fifth time and then rolled of her completely drained.
Doris waved me over with the towel and spread her thighs while stroking and kissing her boy toy. I stood there with the towel and she looked at me as if I was a dummy. "Well wipe my vagina can't you see I'm busy with Trevor." I did as she asked while she continued to fuss over him, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair. I stood up when finished and walked back to my chair.
"Oh Sandy, wipe my penis; it's kind of wet." I stopped in my tracks; it was Sandy now, not sir. I stared at him in disbelief, well why not I had agreed for him to screw my wife. He brought one hand to his forehead and moaned.
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My Wonderful Obsession Part 1: Beginnings Last week I turned the big 'three-oh'. Oh, sure, I know what some of you are thinking - I'm still just a kid. But after all I've been through, I sure don't feel like one. The truth is, I feel like I've lived a full, amazing life already, in just these three short decades. And for the most part, it's been a blessed one - well, except for the part with heartache and pain. I guess you could say I got by with a little help from my friends (and...
My Wonderful Obsession Part 13: Rehearsals By May 1998 my life had become so busy and complicated, I could barely wait for summer break - and freedom! But besides the usual year-end grind of studying and exams, there were two more big school events to look forward to - or maybe to fear even more than the academic stuff - our combined junior/senior prom, and of course the stage production of 'Fiddler on the Roof'. I still had no clue what I was going to wear to the prom. It would...
My Wonderful Obsession Part 17: The Chick Flick Kath was over very early the next morning, ringing our doorbell. I was already up, but just barely, and had to grab a housecoat to put on over my nightie to answer the door. Kath was standing there dressed in her hiking outfit. "You're going today!" I exclaimed, and she nodded. "C'mon in and sit down," I said as I ushered her inside. We went into the kitchen and Kath parked herself at the island. "Okay, I want to hear everything - and...
My Wonderful Obsession Part 20: A New Job I'd been thinking about money, or more specifically, the lack of it, since Julia's pool party the weekend before, when I concluded that I needed to look for a different part-time job. The letter from Dr. Cooper only made me think a lot harder about it. I was still earning about four hundred dollars a month from my catering job with the Taylors, but even with the additional hundred or so that Mom paid me it wasn't quite enough to cover my...
My Wonderful Obsession Part 24: One Last Hike Mark and I were taking full advantage of his Corolla's air conditioning system as we sped south on I-75 between Cincinnati and Lexington. Okay, so it wasn't what you'd normally call AC - after all, his little car didn't come with that option in the first place. He called it four- seventy air conditioning - meaning all four windows down at seventy miles an hour. 'If I still had my long hair,' I mused, 'it'd be in a million knots by...
My Wonderful Obsession Part 29: The Big Break-Up The following morning we all shared a quick cold breakfast and were out of the condo by nine. Our plane was due to leave around one that afternoon and Mr. M said he wanted to leave lots of time in case the roads were bad. Thankfully, there were only a few icy patches and even the flight home wasn't too frosty - Mark, Megan and I had a row of three seats and we let her sit by the window while Mark and I just read our magazines the whole...
My Wonderful Obsession Part 35: Shocking News I case you'd hadn't already figured it out for yourself, that spring of 1999 was the absolute craziest time of my young life. Where do I start? Well, there were all the scheduled activities like school and work, doctor visits, voice training and dance lessons, and there were also important responsibilities to juggle, like housework, Mom's accounting, and looking after myself with proper diet and exercise ... and at the same time I had a...
My Wonderful Obsession Part 38: The Wedding Crasher Just as high school was winding down, preparations for the big wedding were winding up - Phil and Natalie's big day was now only a month away, and with Natalie's penchant for organization, everything was falling neatly into place. I'd done my first dress fitting and the second and final one was on the last day of June. Natalie's friend Keri, who was also one of the bridesmaids, met me at the shop so we could both do our fitting at...
Obsession I can still remember the first time. A cousin who lived close was visiting when he whispered that his older brother had magazines with pictures of naked women in them. As I had never seen a naked women, I was curious, but I scoffed, so he snuck them over. Sure enough, some of the women were naked, although some were wearing stockings or heels. But even as I have said I hadn't seen a naked woman before, I could see that these had something different about...
As I closed the front door, shutting out the rest of the world, the silence became absolute, broken only by my soft footfalls and the suddenly loud thump thump thump of my heart. I looked around the empty living room nervously, wondering where he was, my eyes drawn towards the hallway and, beyond that, the door to the basement where Craig most likely waited, his presence drawing me like a moth to flame. Ours was a strange relationship, dangerous even, maybe even unhealthy. For one thing, love...
BDSMThe following morning George and I followed our usual morning routine, gym followed by lattes and scones at one of the many coffee shops in our neighborhood. I started our conversation. “Last night was a thrill for me. I can’t deny that I was totally in lust with Gregory. I know that you are not the jealous type but I want you to know that I love you very much and I am not looking for a George replacement. But I also have to be honest about my feelings and they were really strong for...
Some guys are obsessed with tits. Some guys are obsessed with legs.Some guys are obsessed with pussies. And since it's 2018, many guys are obsessed with cock. Me... I love all of it... including eyes, lips and hair (but not cock). Me, I love legs... especially legs in stocking nylons. Partly because most lovely women always wear them, partly because Ms Phillips , my favourite milf , always wears them, and partly because the cheerleaders always wear them.But my biggest obsession, even more than...
Introduction:A lonely mom that becomes obsessed with curiosity and her sonThis one’s a little lengthy. A lot of background, lead-up, and “Explaining”, as most of my 1st chapters seem to be. I feel it’s kind of important to know what the characters are thinking, where they're goming from. For those of you that just want to get right to the sex……Sorry. For those of you that, as I do, think it makes for a better story……Here ya go. −Obsession−Chapter one:My name is Cathy. I’m a 43 year old widowed...
THIS STORY IS FICTION ONLY A young mans obsession with meMy name is sally and I have been married to my husband John for 15 years and in all that time I have never looked at another man in my years of marriage, My husband and I have a very active sex life and he is a great lover and sex is amazing with him, I love john very much and would do anything for him, we are a normal couple who like to experiment in the bedroom our favorite is fore play we love watching porn films while in bed,John...
I have been obsessed with panties for as long as I can remember. The different styles, textures, designs, etc. But one day, my fashion obsession for underwear became sexual. It all started when I was 18. I had been curious about what other women's panties smelled like. One day when I was doing laundry, I noticed a stunning pair of panties that belonged to my mother. They were satin pink with a nylon lining. They had gold and diamond speckles all...
Inspired by a story on Superstories.net The character of Wonder Woman belongs to DC comics. This is just a fan fiction. Thanks to Steve Zink, matchless and generous Prince of Editors for all his help. Wonder Woman ? Obsession By Eric Princess Diana sighed. She hated going to public fundraisers or any large functions. She did not enjoy being the automatic center of attention. She was used to it both as Wonder Woman and as her real identity, Princess Diana on Paradise...
My Wonderful Obsession Part 2: Pill Problems About three weeks after going 'on the Pill', I started ninth grade - my freshman year in high school! I also looked forward to resuming my singing lessons after the summer break. Like I did most school days, at least when the weather was good, I walked to our new school with Kathleen. We talked about the usual back- to-school stuff, like who we hoped would be in whose class this year, and how much we hoped certain people from Middle...
My Wonderful Obsession Part 19: Going a LOT Further I'm not a hundred percent sure how or why, but my most recent visit with the two doctors only seemed to add fuel to a fire that was already burning in me. Before that appointment, I was feeling determined, or maybe a better word would be obsessed, with following my dream of becoming a woman in every possible way, so I could experience all the wonderful things in life that only a real woman could. I knew beyond any doubt that I was...
My Wonderful Obsession Part 22: Male Attention Like a clear signal that the hot weather had run its course, the last week of summer before school resumed was a lot milder than what I'd become used to. Kath and I had agreed to get together on the Monday for one of our regular backyard sessions, but lazing around in bathing suits didn't seem like such a great idea when the forecast high was only seventy. So that morning we decided we'd do something with a little more physical activity...
My Wonderful Obsession Part 26: Storm Clouds As I've mentioned before, life for me usually settled into a nice comfortable routine once school resumed after the end of summer vacation. Well, it certainly worked that way for the first eleven years of school. The twelfth had to be the anomaly, of course - but as you already know it was my own damn fault. I just HAD to start popping birth control pills and playing dress-up. I just HAD to have a steady boyfriend. I just HAD to get a...
I'm Herman Howell and I'm a stalker. Well, not exactly a stalker, I don't want to hurt anyone; I'm just in love with a woman I've never met. I'm totally obsessed with a certain writer. I'm a man in my forties and have never been married. I've never even come close. I guess I'm what a lot of people call a loser, but it's not true. I've always paid my way, never took money from the government. I'm always reading stories about these good looking guys who screw all these women. They...
Introduction: …ohhhh i looked at her…. My Moms Obsession with Me Ive never told this to anyone. I want to tell it now, and get it out. Im sitting at my moms personal computer so I can write down what all happened. Sometimes I remember more things, and now I can go back and insert them in the story at the right time they happened. I dont want my wife to know Im writing this, so Im doing this at moms house. Dad left her years ago. A lot happened. Mom and I had a personal secret. I remember it...