Program 


I feel compelled to comment on the recent posts regarding Ann Douglas.
The announcement that she had left us hit me very hard: I found myself
thinking about her numerous times over the next couple of days, then
only to read Ann's explanation as well as that her identity had been
revealed, which is my own very worst nightmare. Then it occurred to me
that any or all of it could be a ruse and I don't know what to think.
That's the problem with anonymity on the net; how can you ever tell?
But it's all worth it, being able to read and post stories like these.

In any case, I love posts by Ann as well as other women who have been
brave enough to post stories: it always helps me to see women's
stories, especially those that branch out into areas perhaps often
thought of as "men's interests". I like being reminded that my
fantasies don't make me a freak: you get enough negative reactions to
anything sexually adventurou from the media, people you know, religious
groups, even some women's groups, to make you very grateful for any
such validation.

So I hope Ann manages to find a manner in which she can comfortably
post stories in the future, even if we never know they are from Ann.
And to all other women writers and readers: keep writing stories that
don't begin with a rundown on bust measurements and keep checking for
good stories right here. There are some. Like Ann's. -- deirdre

Request to alt.sex.stories posters: if your posting does not include a
story, please don't post it to alt.sex.stories. Please post it to
alt.sex.stories.d.

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD- ROM
archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in anthologies of
this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment
is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre

Program
by deirdre, 3/6/95

"Do you *like* her?" It was my wife, Doris, asking this. We'd just left
from visiting her best friend, Kate! I looked at her suspiciously,
trying to judge her angle.

"She's your friend!" We'd been ostensibly visiting Kate to cheer her
up. Her old boyfriend, Nick, had left town. Not that Kate had been
seeing him for some time but Doris insisted that we should show our
support. I didn't notice Kate showing any signs of wearing the willow.

"What does *that* mean? You didn't answer my question!"

"Well, sure I like Kate--she's very nice."

"I mean: does she turn you on?"

"Well," I dragged out my answer. I had to get *this* one right! "I'd
say she's an attractive woman."

"So you're saying she does. Turn you on."

"Not like you, honey..."

She laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not trying to trap you! I just thought
you might like her. She *does* have a good body."

"Honey,..."

"And you don't trust your own wife to mean it when she asks you to be
honest. I know you look at her." And I looked at Doris. She didn't look
mad. I was wondering what she was getting at. She went on: "Listen, I'd
like you to do something for me."

"What."

"I want you to do it with her."

I stood there, my mouth hanging open. This just didn't make sense. I
stared at Doris. She looked at me and laughed. At me. "You're in a
weird mood tonight," I finally said.

"You don't believe me, do you?" She was still laughing. I didn't
answer--I didn't know what to say. Finally she seemed to finish her
giggles and she said, "You know, I mean it. I want you to do something
to her."

"Honey..."

"I mean it, you've got to do this," she went on, suddenly sounding
almost desperate. "I want you to do her rear."

"Doris!"

She didn't answer. I looked over at her. She was leaning away from me,
looking at me. I couldn't see her face too well in the dark. Her rear!
Doris and I never did that. Finally, I went on: "Doris, what are you
driving at?"

"No, I want you to do it."

"Why?"

"I've got my reasons. Now you're willing, aren't you?"

I couldn't quite figure this out. "Did she... *ask* for this?"

"No--you're going to seduce her."

"Kate!? Yu're crazy."

"*I'll* tell you what to do. I'll get her over to our house sometime
after I've rehearsed you."

Once again, I didn't answer. Yes, Doris was inscrutable sometimes, but
she hit me with *this* out of nowhere. I figured I must not really know
her. I didn't really know what got her thinking along those lines, but
I figured it wouldn't last. But a week later, she was back on the same
subject. "I've got her lined up to come over. I'll arrange to have to
go out for something."

"Honey, you're crazy."

"Do this for me. I *need* your help here. You'll enjoy it, I'm sure."

I sat there, thinking. "And I'm going to talk her into this?"

"I told you I'd tell you what to do."

"You're going to tell me how to talk Kate into letting me fuck her
ass?"

She giggled at my language. "It won't be hard. After I leave,
compliment her dress."

"Her dress."

"Yes. Tell her it's stylish and it really shows how attractive she is."

"Compliment her dress!? This is going to seduce her?"

"You guys! You don't really know women at all, do you? No, it won't
seduce her, but... I take that back--yes, it *will* seduce her."

"Complimenting her dress?"

"You'll be further along than can imagine. You *do* have to make it
sound genuine. Then walk up to her and say her name. And put your arms
around her. Yo'd better make sure she's standing."

"What if she's sitting?"

"I'll let *you* figure out how to make sure she isn't. Remember-- say
her name, then put your arms around her. And while you do, tell her
she's driving you wild, and you *need* her."

"And she'll slap me and tell me I'm married and that she's going to
tell you."

"She might. Tell her you can't help yourself. But don't touch her again
yet--just act driven, like you don't know what to do with yourself.
Serious. Oh, and before all this, before I go, make sure she at least
notices you. Hand her her drink. I'll give it to you to carry to her."

I listened to all this. "And this is going to seduce her?"

"Yes! But you'll still have to do it right. After you've told her how
desperate you are, offer your arms for a hug. Let her come to you. Got
that?"

"Let's see, compliment her dress, go put my arms around her,..."

"Say her name!"

"Oh yeah. Dress, name, hug, beg, offer a hug."

She giggled. "I guess you've got it. But make sure she's noticed you
before hand."

"Drink! Drink, dress..."

"Yeah yeah. When you get her to accept your hug, wrap your arms around
her and press your body against her and tell her that her body drives
you wild. Then kiss her."

"Hug, press, and kiss."

She stifled a giggle. "So to speak. Kiss her for at least five minutes.
She'll be ready by then, but you still have to get her to agree to..."

"Her rear."

"Right. Let's see... tell her her body is so sexy."

"I just said it was wild."

"Both. First wild, then the kiss, then sexy. Then tell her she's got to
let you use her body."

"This is ridiculous."

"Men! You've got to get her focused on her body as your, well, uh, sex
toy. That it's her power over you, that she's *giving* it to you." I
didn't answer, but thought about what she was saying. Finally, she
smiled. "Thinking about whether all this might work? What it would have
been like to know this stuff when you were unattached?"

"Well..." I don't know *what* I was going to say.

"Forget it. Kate will eat it up, but that doesn't mean the same lines
would work on *any* woman."

"Well, I guess *you're* the expert."

"You'll see."

And she drilled me on it again, and even had us rehearse every part. It
was so crazy--absolutely the last thing I expected out of our marriage.
Finally, the evening came when Doris had invited Kate for dinner. Doris
practically dressed me, picking out every article of clothing--I don't
remember anytime she put so much effort into what *I* was wearing. When
the time came, I managed to catch Kate's eye when I delivered her drink
just as Doris had instructed. And Doris' prearranged phone call came
right on cue, and she dashed off to handle an "emergency at work".

I looked at Kate's dress. It *was* rather sexy so it wouldn't be hard
to be sincere. But complimenting dresses just wasn't *me*.

But Doris's rehearsing took hold--I was almost a robot I suppose. What
I didn't expect was that she would look so frightened, at least at
first. Then we were kissing! I wouldn't have believed it possible--Kate
willing to kiss me after so little encouragement! Doris had said five
minutes of kissing.

Finally I broke the kiss, still holding her pressed against me and
running my hands up and down her back. It *was* really nice holding
her--she's damn attractive. I told her her body was so sexy.

I wouldn't have believed it. In five minutes we were in the bedroom.
She was completely naked and leaning over the side of Doris's dresser,
ready and willing for me to push into her rear. Doris had been specific
about using the dresser. Kate still looked nervous.

Doris had told me *not* to say sweet things to Kate when I got her
there. Kate asked me please to be gentle. I pushed lubrication into her
with my finger.

She was still willing. I put my cock there, and started pressing. "Take
it!" I said, Doris's exact instructions. I didn't push hard, but waited
for her. It took a while, but she managed to let me in. I pushed,
further and further. Finally, I was in until I was pressed against her
rear. I didn't say anything, but just held there for a while. Then I
started slowly drawing out. Finally, I went in and out, very slowly.
Even though it was slow, it was driving me batty and I knew I could
come without ever going fast. I sped up a little, then I pulled almost
all the way out and stayed like that a few seconds. Then I plunged in
hard, and came, holding myself pressed against her.

I remained like that for at least a minute, then finally withdrew.
"That's what I need," I said, again Doris's exact wording. Then I told
her to go clean up and left her in the bathroom.

While Kate was getting dressed, I let Doris in the front door and we
were both downstairs when Kate came down. Kate immediately looked
nervous, but Doris acted like she hadn't noticed anything unusual.
Doris talked to her a lot and I wondered if she were trying to torture
her or something. Had Kate done something to make Doris want to extract
revenge?

I was ready to ask Doris about that after Kate left, but I never had a
chance! She was a wild woman as soon as Kate was out the door--she
wanted me in the bedroom and she was *demanding* sex. I'd never seen
her like that before.

The next morning, I just looked at Doris in awe. Who would have
believed this--the wildest sex I'd ever experienced, all engineered by
my Doris. But we didn't talk about it. We both smiled, but didn't say a
thing.

Well, not for a little while. Before breakfast was over, Doris floored
me again: "You've got to do it again."

I knew what she meant, but I had trouble believing it. "What?"

"Kate. You've got to do it again with her."

"Listen, I barely managed to lure her into it *this* time..."

"Let *me* worry about *that part*. I'll get her here Saturday for
something." And she did. And once again, I followed a script prepared
by Doris, and Kate, who started out blushing with embarrassment over
memories of our previous encounter, was soon leaning over Doris's
dresser again, my cock all the way in her rear. I still wonder at her
risking Doris's possible return like that. But she did it--I couldn't
figure out why, but she seemed to truly want to help me sate my desire.

Later, she was obviously a little nervous when Doris returned,
unconsciously checking to see that her clothing was straight. Then she
took Doris shopping which was the excuse Doris had come up with to get
her over.

In the afternoon when Kate dropped off Doris, she immediately wanted to
talk about it. "What did she do?"

"Not much--she let me."

"Did she come?"

"No. I don't think so."

"You've got to do it again." Yes, Kate is attractive, and I'd have to
say I enjoyed it. But this *was* a bit crazy. "Call her Tuesday evening
when I'm at my meeting."

"Call her," I responded, stupidly.

"Yes. Tell her to come over right away." Yes, not only did she come
over, but at Doris's direction, I called her whenever Doris was out for
the evening, and she always came over.

Then one day, Doris asked me what I thought of our next door neighbor,
Regina. Regina was out in her front yard, working on her garden, and in
no time I was drifting over, asking about her garden. And yes, in no
time she was leaning over Doris's dresser! Regina is quite tan and trim
even though she must be in her forties. I was rather amazed.

But there was more! Doris came to meet me at work and whispered close
to my ear "Do her." We were in front of my secretary, Mary! Yes, and
another time it was another of my coworkers, then some of Doris's
coworkers!

But it was Kate that she wanted me to keep doing it with over and over
and we were still doing it about once a week. Once she hid in the
closet to watch! Afterwards, she told me not to be so easy on Kate. She
watched a couple of times after that, and always told me I should be
doing it harder. I didn't really want to hurt her and I don't think I
changed the way I did it at all.

Kate always seemed willing, but I still couldn't understand why-- she
wasn't coming or anything and didn't act like she was really getting
off on it. Sometimes she almost seemed bored, like she was running on
automatic pilot. Mary had clearly enjoyed it very much, but she and I
had only done it the one time. But I did notice that Kate seemed to
treat me differently than before. When she came over, whenever I looked
at her eyes, she was always watching mine, especially when I talked to
her. She seemed so concerned, like she was looking for something in my
face.

Then Doris wanted me to videotape myself and Kate. As per her
instructions, I propped and aimed our camcorder and turned in on, all
while Kate watched me from her position on the dresser. She didn't say
a thing about it, but just watched me set it up. Other than that, it
was the same as every time. It was really something to see myself on
video--it was certainly a first for me since Doris and I had never done
anything like that. Doris insisted on watching the tape with me as soon
as she returned.

The next time Kate came over, she wanted to know where the tape was.

"I don't know." Doris had taken it!

"You don't know where that tape is?" Yes, she sounded a bit upset--a
contrast to her usual quiet demeanor during her visits. "What did you
do with it?"

"Uh..."

"You *must* have put it somewhere! Did you... You didn't *show* it to
anyone, did you!? Where is it!?" She was in a panic. I stared at her,
not really having an answer. Finally she went on, in a quiet voice:
"Tell me."

She looked like she was prepared for the worst. "You're not going to
like this..." I started.

She looked stricken. "Please tell me," she said, almost in a whisper.

"Doris has it." I was braced for an explosion. It didn't come. In fact,
she was unreadable.

"Doris has the tape," she finally responded.

"Yes."

Again, she said paused. Finally she said, "Where?"

"I don't know."

"Where would she keep it?"

"I..." I stopped mid-sentence, looking at her.

We searched our tapes. Nothing. Then she was up in our room, looking
through Doris's dresser. I wasn't comfortable with this. Then she was
holding a cassette in front of me. She didn't say anything at first,
then she said "There's two." She brought out a second tape. One was
labelled *Kate*, the other just had some dates on it. "What's the other
ne?" she asked. I shrugged.

Then she was taking them downstairs. "Kate, I think we'd better leave
them alone."

"She *wanted* you to find it." She was putting the unmarked one in the
VCR nd turning on the TV.

"She did?"

"Yes--she left it with the tape that you knew about."

"But..."

"She wouldn't do that by accident. Not Doris." The TV was coming on.

It was Doris, leaning over the dresser, naked! A guy came into the
picture behind her. It was Nick! Doris just lay there as Nick pushed
into her. I stared at the picture, not believing this. Kate and I both
just watched, not saying a word--it went on for minutes as he did her
and came.

The scene stopped and another started. It was Doris again, naked,
laying over the dresser. Two guys were there, Nick and another guy who
I didn't recognize. Kate said "Who's that?" I didn't answer and we just
watched. The two of us were sitting on the living room rug, our backs
to the edge of the couch, next to each other. On the video, each of the
guys did her.

Yet another scene. It was Doris with just one guy--the guy who had been
with Nick in the previous scene. Kate reached between my legs and
stroked my cock through my pants while we watched.

Another. Someone was holding the camera and panned the room. Again,
Nick wasn't there, but the other guy was and two more guys and a woman.
Then it reached Doris. She was naked, kneeling on the floor, her hands
tied behind her! The camera panned back to the other woman who took off
her clothes, playing to the camera a little. One of the guys pushed
everything off the dresser and put Doris over the edge. Whoever had
been holding the camera put it down, aimed at the dresser. Kate had my
zipper open and my cock in her hands. Her blouse was unbuttoned. The
woman climbed on the dresser and scooted so Doris's head was between
her legs. One of the guys did Doris's rear while the woman pressed
Doris's head into her crotch with one hand. After that, they pushed
Doris all the way onto the dresser so she was laying face down on it,
her head at the other end. One guy stood at her head and put his cock
in her mouth. Another guy lay on top of her and pushed his cock into
her rear.

Yet another. The woman was there again, and she and a guy perched on
the edge of the dresser, the woman in front of the man, sitting between
his legs, both naked. Doris knelt, blindfolded and tied hands, in front
of the woman. Kate had gotten all her clothes off. She leaned over and
took my cock in her mouth. She was fingering herself at the same time.
Doris licked the woman while the man reached his arms around the woman
from behind and caressed her breasts. Afterwards, they put Doris over
the edge and took a leather belt and whipped her rear. She didn't make
a sound.

There were more scenes. I came and came as Kate sucked away.