I can still smell the rum, the whiskey, the semen, the sweat, and the salt water every time I go anywhere near a beach or sand dune. It was twelve years ago but I sometimes awaken to the sounds of their laughter and cruelty. I awaken to my soaked wet panties and nipples on fire with tension in my thigh muscles just from the mere memory. I have been sore after sex but nothing like on that trip. No not one lover in a million could have done what these have and clearly how harsh they were. I told my story to my husband but he believes me not. I tell it to my Psychiatrist but she tells me that I need to take these pills so that my anxiety will subside and I will sleep all night.
My psychiatrist Helen Grisby believes I am merely dreaming the events which I know to be true. I got so angry at her that I asked her if she'd ever been fucked in all three holes and unable to breath. The soreness of your legs because they have been spread for so long and held high while nineteen young strapping men fucked you like a piece of meat. Waves of orgasms literally waves consumed my body as I screamed and groaned so much I was horse for almost a week. I do believe the cum in my mouth helped to soothe my vocal cords. These memories are all considered false but let me explain how this all came to be.
First allow me to introduce myself. I am a housewife of a wonderful man with two children one girl and one boy with a nice quiet boring house in the suburbs where not even a traffic accident happens. My name is Judy. I am about five four in height, one hundred and forty one pounds with wire rimmed glasses and dark brown hair which is too straight for my liking. My life for the most part consists of getting up every morning, cooking breakfast, waking the kids then the husband. Next, I drive the children to school while my husband goes to his job. I then come home do laundry, wash the dishes, vacuum the living room carpet, dust, wash the dog, and pick-up the mail from the mailbox.
All of this before lunch time. I have an average body with nice 36 C breast cup size, an almost flat stomach, with a nice shapely ass if I say so myself. Okay, I lied I do have a slight paunch of a belly from having kids. Any ways, I must explain that according to my husband I need to get out into the world and be social more often. I listen to him but his idea of socializing is going and hanging out at a BBQ with his brother Sal and his best friend since high school Marvin. It is either this or he goes to visit his Mother and expects me to go with him to cater like a maid to his mother and her friends while he watches sports network in the next room. If this is socializing then I am not getting the concept of it too well. Thinking about these miserable days I had to go elsewhere in my mind to get away from everything normal and discovered an entire new world full of adventure with fantasy.
Oh, I let anything my little heart desires and my body needs when I go to my private place. I hate the fact that I feel oppressed and my feelings of desire, passion, heat, wetness, nipples hardening, hair pulling, ear nibbling, neck kissing, fire deep from within me needs to be loosed because I am that wild animal that feels trapped in my cage.
I hear his voice, the phantom, saying my name each and every time I go there too. Wherever there is? This entire thing is driving me insane because I do love my husband and my children but I being the ordinary boring housewife also turn into this wanton hot sexy slut from the spawn of some unearthly hell. The thing is I never can get his name even though he knows mine. It always starts with a far almost whisper on the wind, "Judy.... Judy", his voice distinctly masculine with a deep pitch of gruffness the way a woman likes it. Then the whisper gets a little louder, "Judy, Judy, Judy, and Judy!" Before I know it I answer the voice because it is maddening coming closer and closer, getting, louder and louder. I then say "Yes, what is it dear God, you're driving me insane! Tell me what it is you need?"
I cannot see anyone mind you but I hear him in the mist of some sort of weird fog which has overtaken the room. I hear him chuckle then respond, "Oops wrong again about whom it is? I believe he wouldn't do the things that I do to you, now would he. I think not. The curiosity Judy is going to be the best thing that can happen to you. Oh and child, I do not need anything because I can take that so do not be so rude and condescending. Perhaps you'd like another fantasy to have that a wife just shouldn't have? Perhaps that is why the pretty lady needs to relax and let the chips fall wherever they fall... I am always here to serve you." These words were spoken but if you can imagine in a whispering raspy masculine voice as it always was. The sound was maddening and caused my thighs to squeeze together and my deep inner motor begins to get charged on full alert. The voice was always just below my hairline near my earlobe and neck as if he would devour me. Oh how he could devour me?
I remember when these dreams or fantasies first began and it was a horrible night. My husband had been out gambling with either his friend or his stupid brother I didn't pay much attention to whom. I just wanted when he returned home that we have our quality time. He used to take me out and woo me. He used to put in an effort trying to get me to have sex with him, now what a joke. Well, on this particular night, I was so angry, I wanted to just invite his brother Sal in for a nightcap because his stupid ass got so drunk.
While gambling, my husband lost the rent money, the light bill money, and the car payment. He came home drunk and broke. Needless to say, we were not going out. This didn't really top off everything but the stupid bastard then slapped me in front of his brother because I put up dinner. I yelled at him saying, "It is three fifty in the morning you stupid asshole. Seriously, you wanted me to keep it warm that long then you should have at least kept the light bill money!" His brother took him away because he feared me calling the Police to put his stupid ass in jail.
I went upstairs to my master bedroom into the bathroom. I poured some pearls about four of them into the deep king sized massive tub, started the water to make it steaming warm, I had a wash towel over my eyes when I heard for the first time ever, "Judy... Judy" softly whispering while I was in the bubble bath up to my neck as I lie still feeling the heat.
I remember sitting up in the bath when the voice again said, "Judy, Judy, forget that man I can make you have the time of your life are you in? You and I can as a couple, a team. You and I could be magical, the thing is, we will only be win, win. You will orgasm over and over again I promise you." The whispering was maddening then too.
