It was our fifth wedding anniversary, but Diana insisted that I let her arrange
our celebration.  She told me to take two days off work and I expected she would
arrange a little overnight trip.  But the day came and all she prepared was a
picnic basket.  She insisted on driving and we drove out into the country, and
then up this mountain road that eventually was no more than a track in the woods.
 Finally we stopped and she told me to carry the basket and started walking up
the hill.

It was late spring and a warm, sunny day.  It was relatively dry too, which was a
good thing because we weren't dressed for hiking. Diana was wearing a red silk
blouse and a white knee-length skirt and a straw hat.  Her shoes were entirely
too nice for mountain climbing too.  I certainly hadn't dressed for it.  But the
climb was easy and dry and very soon we emerged at the top of the hill, or
mountain I should say.

And the view was spectacular!  The whole top of the hill was grassy and we had a
360 degree view for miles.  There were just a few white puffy clouds in the sky
to offset the deep blue.  Diana laid out a blanket and opened the basket.  I have
to admit that it wasn't what I expected, but it was one of the pleasantest meals
we ever shared.

We had wine and cheese and bread and fruit and just sat there eating and enjoying
the breeze.  The sight of Diana sitting there on the blanket, her skirt blowing
and holding on to her hat was intoxicating. Finally she turned to me with this
angelic smile and said softly "Take me!"

Now I know Diana is shy about sex, and doubly so in such an open place, so I was
in awe that she could do this.  I looked at her and she continued to smile, but
didn't make any other move.  I took her hand and stood up and drew her down the
hill a little ways until we were next to a tree.  Then I invited her to sit down
and sat down next to her and kissed her.  And was it sweet!  She obviously was
enjoying herself.  We just continued kissing for minutes on end, and I started
running my hand up and down the side of her body from her arm down to her hip and
thigh.  Then I whispered "Are you ready?" and she whispered back "Yes!"  It was
almost a sigh.  I slipped my hand under her skirt, up to her panties, and slipped
my fingers over the waist band to her cunt.  It was wet all right.  I gently
caressed her, carefully rubbing the lips up and down each side, and then finding
her clit.  Soon her kissing was little more then sitting there with her mouth
open.  I continued to finger her clit as I drew my lips from hers.  She still
looked into my eyes, but her mouth remained open and she started breathing
harder.  She was so beautiful to look at.

Without stopping, I leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Do you want my finger
inside you?"

"Yes!" came her breathy reply.  I slid my index finger down from her clit and
slipped into her hole.  It was easily ready and I pushed right in.  She inhaled
sharply.  Then I started sliding two fingers in and out and at the same time
found her clit with my thumb.  She was writhing as she sat there, and in seconds
she was laying on the ground.  I kept kissing her and kept sliding my fingers. 
My tongue was in her mouth.  Her vocalizing was underscoring her breathing.  I
could tell she was nearing the edge.  Suddenly I broke the kiss and pulled my
fingers out and away from her.  I watched her writhe in agony.  Her eyes were
looking at me wide while she struggled to breath.  Her mouth hung open.  Just as
suddenly I pushed my fingers back into her.  They slid in so easily.  I
immediately started sliding them back and forth about an inch, as fast as I
could.  She let out a loud moan and threw her head back, arching up off her
shoulders.  I couldn't see her eyes anymore.  But she kept moaning, and I kept my
fingers working until I could feel that she was over it.

I lay next to her, and held her, kissing her cheek.  She was still trying to
catch her breath.  Finally she rolled on her side facing me and clutched my body
tightly to hers.  "I wanted to do it," she said. She sounded disappointed, almost
sad.

"We will," I replied.

In a little while, we got up.  We gathered our things and walked back down the
hill, holding hands.  It was late afternoon and by the time we got back home it
was dark.  We both showered and went to bed, early as it was.

I could tell that Diana as exhausted.  "Tomorrow, I promise," she said.  We
snuggled, her lying on her side facing away from me and me lying on my side
facing her, holding her.  "Could you turn me on just a little?" she said, and I
could hear teasing in her voice.  I touched her breast through her nightgown and
gently massaged it around her nipple, crossing her nipple a couple of times. 
"Thanks," she whispered, and she wriggled her body pushing her rear into me for a
couple of seconds.  I thought about the morning.

But I was exhausted too.  After a little while, I realized that I had closed my
eyes and found myself back on that hill top with Diana.  I was back there again,
each time I started to doze.

But then I realized I was awake.  Something was strange.  Maybe house noises, but
I was used to the noises that our house makes.  I reached over and turned on the
light.

There was a man standing at the foot of our bed!  For a few seconds I just
stared.  He was tall, huge actually, and had wild blond hair and a full blond
beard.  He looked like a modern viking.  On second glance, I noted his jeans and
black tee-shirt and I identified him as a biker.  I continued to stare at him and
he just stood there motionless, staring at me.  Thoughts started running through
my head about protecting Diana--I didn't see a weapon, but he looked so big and
strong that I felt powerless.  It occurred to me that some burglars aren't
dangerous and do their best to avoid trouble.  He wasn't running away.  But he
wasn't trying to be any more menacing either.

Diana stirred.  "What's the matter, darling?"  she asked, rubbing her eyes.

I felt a chill of fear again, thinking about Diana.  "Don't panic," I said
softly, not taking my eyes off of the man.

"Hey!"  Diana had seen him.  Then in a moment she said "Steve!"

My own name is *David*.  My mind was racing even more, trying to figure out what
was going on.

"Steve, is that you?"  Diana jumped out of bed and ran around the foot of the
bed.  "Is it really you?  You're back!"  There was excitement in her voice.  The
man was still standing stock still, staring at me.  Diana was standing next to
him, trying to get his attention, but she seemed to avoid touching him.  "Steve! 
Oh, Steve! Steve, fuck my ass!"

This had to be a nightmare!  This wasn't right at all!  Diana doesn't like that
stuff.  Who is this *Steve*?  "Steve!  Please, fuck my ass!  I *need* it! 
Please!  Please, Steve!  See, I'm ready!"  She was pulling off her nightgown and
was nude in seconds!  "Please, Steve, fuck it! Hard, Steve, the way you like it! 
Please?"  I *need* it!  Now!"  She had turned around and was looking over her
shoulder at Steve.  She wriggled her rear a couple of times.  Steve still stood
still, staring me down.  "Steve, I'm ready!"  She ran over to the dresser and
grabbed something.  She was back and putting something on her rear.  K.Y. Jelly,
I finally figured.  "Please, Steve?!  I *need* it, now!  Please?"

"I'm married now.  Fuck it yourself."  I jumped when he talked.  He hadn't moved
and was still staring at me.

"I'll, ..., I'll lick your wife's cunt!  Please!  She likes that, doesn't she? 
Just like your girlfriends liked us sluts to lick them? Please?"  She had gone to
the dresser again and had opened the drawer.  She pulled out a dildo!  I had
never seen*that* before!  "I'll please her!  Please let me have the chance! 
*Please* fuck my ass!  I need it so bad!  What is it, Steve?  I'll be good, I
promise!  Does she only let you play with boys?"  She was laying on the bed on
her side, and had started sliding the dildo into her rear!  She was working it in
and out.  "Doesn't she let you use girl-sluts?  Take David's ass! Please?  I'll
get him to take it."

"Hey, Diana!"  I yelped.  But Steve had moved, and in a split second, he had
grabbed my head and put something in my mouth!  Some sort of gag!  Diana was
still talking, nonstop.  In seconds, it was secure around my head.  I pulled on
the guy's arms, but it was as if I wasn't there!  He turned me over, and I felt
my hands locked together!  My pajamas were ripped off and I was face down on the
edge of the bed! Diana leaned over and gave him the K.Y. Jelly.  She was still
talking: "I'll be one of her girl-sluts.  Please, Steve?"  I felt the guy's
finger pushing into my rear.  I couldn't believe this!  I was powerless to stop
things!

The finger worked in and out, and then there was more.  Two fingers! Diana was
still talking non-stop and working the dildo in and out of her ass.  She just
kept begging and begging.

Then I felt him push his cock against my rear hole!  I couldn't believe this was
happening!  He slapped my ass-cheek, hard a couple of times.  He pressed again,
and slapped it again, even harder.  It stung like hell.  I let him in.  In a
second, he was up to the hilt.

"Please take us with you!  He can suck your cock!  He'll learn to beg for it! 
Please, Steve?"  He was fucking me with long strokes.  There was nothing I could
do but lay there and take it.  Diana never stopped begging and working the dildo
into her ass.  Finally, I felt him coming.  Soon he was pulling out.  Diana was
still going to town and begging away.  I could see that Steve was leaving. 
"*Please* take me with you!  *Please* don't leave me again!  Your slut loves you!
Your slut will suck your cock!  Your slut will lick your wife's sweet cunt!  I'll
make her happy!   *Please*, Steve!?"  He just walked out without saying a word. 
I was in so much shock, I didn't even go to check how he got in and out.  I just
lay there with the light still on, staring at the ceiling.  Diana had turned over
on her stomach with her head in her arms and with the dildo still sticking in her
rear. She was crying out loud, and once in a while she would say "Please don't
leave me again!"

I must have drifted off.  Diana awakened me and it was daylight.  The bedside
light was still on.

"Honey!"  she sounded like she was in a hurry.  I was suddenly alert. "Please
take me!"   She was still naked, half sitting next to me.  I stared at her, not
knowing what to do.  "Please!  Take me now!"  Diana didn't usually suggest it
with such urgency.  I was disgusted with her, but I couldn't help myself.  I was
so turned on!

We did it like gangbusters.  She ended up sitting on top of me, bouncing up and
down, impaling herself with my cock.  Yelling "Yes! Yes!  Take me!"  Never had we
done it like that.  I wasn't responsible for my actions!

After that, we were a little reserved with each other, but actually, our sex life
was better than before!  Gradually we settled back into our old routines, which
were pleasant enough.  One night, several months later, though, we came home
drunk and Diana surprised me. In the bedroom she got naked, and then shyly asked
me if I'd tie her hands while we made love.  *Never* had we even *talked about*
such a thing!   But I obliged (she wanted them tied behind her) and then she
asked to be blindfolded, and then she wanted me to take her ass over the edge of
the bed!  She was literally begging me, by this time. I obliged her and soon I
noticed she was talking to Steve!  "Yes!  Yes! Steve, fuck it good!  I want it so
badly!  Please, Steve, I'll be your slut-slave forever!  I'll lick your wife! 
Does she like to whip sluts? Let her whip me, please!  I'll be her naked slave. 
Please take me with you!  You can have him too!   I'll get him to suck your cock!
 He'll suck it all day, I'll teach him!  He'll love it, the whimp!  You'll never
regret it!  I'll lick your other slut-slaves if you want.  Keep me naked and whip
me when you want.  Please!  Please take me with you! Please take him!  Don't
leave me!..."

I just fucked her ass harder and harder.  She never stopped the talking.  When I
finally came, she was saying "Please, oh yes, I need your cum!  Thankyou!  I need
it so bad!  Whip me!  Whip me hard, but keep me!  Oh, yes, oh yes."  She finally
slowed down, saying "yes and "please" repeatedly.  I carefully untied her hands
and lifted her legs into bed.  I turned out the lights, then got in bed with her
and took off her blindfold.  She was curled in a fetal position.  I curled around
her.

"Hold me, Honey" she said.  There was a different kind of desperation in her
voice.  She was shivering.  In the morning, we made love.