The Dark 

Part one

They say if you really love something, let it go and if it comes back to you
then it's forever. I don't know what reality is anymore. This is my
nightmare. You never know what to expect when you explore your
darkest fantasies. It's difficult to know where to start on this one.
The truth is you should stop things before they go to far.


Martha and I have been married since the mid 80's and our kids are off to
college and have their own lives to live these days. Martha is a beautiful,
45 year old woman of Columbian decent She has filled out over the years,
however, she remains as beautiful and sexy as ever. She stands 5'7 with a
hour glass semi full figure, a plump, wide and meaty round ass with a thin
waist line. She has great legs, thick thighs, strong calves and looks sexy
in a pair of three inch pumps. Not much in the breast department, but
that butt makes up for it. She still turn heads wherever we go.

Martha decided on going back to the work force a year ago. I was good with
it, and wanted to make reenter into the work force a smooth deal. We had
finished the remodeling of the house and it was time to turn the page.

I assisted her in writing a decent resume and she wanted a job in retail.
There's a retail chain store ( everyone knows the one it's a house hold name
lol) in the neighborhood that a former co worker worked. Friends always help
friends, so I knew my wife would have a good chance of getting the job. I
assisted here with her outfit for the interview, but that on that hot and
humid morning, she decided to wear a causal floral skirt. I was rather taken
back noticing that and she had also decided not to wear stockings and put
on some red pumps. She wore a sheer white blouse and a fancy lace bra
underneath it. This was a job interview. We got into a heated debate
about it, but in end,  I surrendered. I have to admit, she looked good.
..
We drove over to the store and my ex co worker met us at the customer
service desk. Rose Heinze is a sophisticated woman  in her early 40's. She
is a tall stunning blonde at  5'8 (that's without heels). Her beautiful
long hair was kind of 80's retro, but it added to her classy looks. Time
has been very good to her. Rose was Norwegian in background and
I always had the hots for her. Rose and I shared the best of times working
at the phone company.

She wanted a simpler job schedule with flexible work hours. As a
marketing consultant for the chain, it was the perfect job for her. We are
the best of friends. Rose and I often said we were lovers in our past life
because we were so endearing to the other. There were times I pondered
an affair with her, but that would ruin both our happy homes.

Martha knew the job was a done deal, but played out the interview process.
Rose made here usual introductions and the manager, Bill, (Rose's husband)
and Martha went into a small office and closed the door behind them. Rose
winked at me with her deep set blue eyes and pushed me towards the back of
the store."Well....how are ya?" Rose cheerfully asked as placed her arm
around my waist. I felt embarrassed as we paced our way out to the back
parking lot. "I'm fine, thanks". I started to giggle. "You think the job is
right for Martha?" I reached over, wrapping my arm over her shoulder. She
stopped and looked at me seriously, "maybe". There was a moment of silence
between us. We laughed. We returned to the store, Martha was still in the
manager's office and Rose excused herself to take a call on her cell phone.


It seem like a long time for a interview and I went over to a vending
machine for a soda. When Martha returned to the customer service desk, she
looked happy. The job was in the bag.

Martha bought some new outfits which were more to my approval and she
started working the afternoon shift.  After a week on the job, she explained
to me there was a lot of sexual comments being made at work. Mostly from
creepy older black customers. They commented on her good looks and big ass.
They often asked her out and she politely told them that she was married.
She was uncomfortable about it and didn't know what to do I suggested she
speak to her manager about it. "That guy?" she waved her hand in front of my
face.

"He's as bad as the rest". Martha explained that Bill told her that it was
part of her job to make the clients happy and any confrontation was deemed
as bad PR.

I rolled my eyes and let her ponder her situation. I could tell she was
pretty confused and was getting mixed messages here I called Rose about
it the next day on it. She seemed a touch on the defensive side, however,
she told me would talk to Bill about it. I watch Bill on occasion when I
shopped at the store. He was a dominant boss and treated the woman
fairly poorly. He had a group of female employees who seemed
under his personal supervision and were always at his beck and call.

Martha told me it was part of the corporate angle being a flagship store
with the public relations aspect and all. She started acting differently
towards the whole matter. I guess she was toting the company line.

A few weeks went by and she seemed more at ease working there. Matter of
fact, she was like a new woman in a way. Rose and her became good
friends and they often went on shopping sprees together. Martha start buying
sexier lingerie. I found some of the stuff interesting and made some
comments on them. Each of her designer panties different. Some were throngs
and others were very sheer  laced and high cut more suited to a wedding
night if you asked me. She told Martha that it would improve my sex life. I
laughed at that remark.

One evening, I watched her try a couple of those fancy underthings on.
Martha has such a lovely pussy,  She has long, full, dark lips extending
back between her thighs. I love her pink crack between those lips flowing
perfectly into the cleft of her plumpish ass. The hair that woman has
down there!  My wife has more pubic hair than most women should have;
a great wide patch of curly, thick, brown black, kinky fur which covered her
swelling mound and extended down the lips and back into the dark warmth
to a whisper into the cleft between her buttocks.  In front, a thin streak
of it ran up nearly to her navel. Her new under things barely covered her
hairy vagina. Martha wasn't much of a waxer neither, so it was a moot
point to wear a thong or g string. Still, she enjoy her new found panties.

The following day, she arrived from work in the late afternoon and I was
shocked! She wore a pair of sheer white pants and a pink thong underneath.
There wasn't  much left to imagine here. I made a remark to her and she
drew a heavy sigh  "Alex, the security guard kept making sexual remarks
about my ass" . Martha looked agitated. "I was up in the warehouse and he
 followed me up there and touched my ass. I was pissed and repeated "Touch
your ass? ". She looked away and said she was bent over to grab some
garments and he slap her on her butt.

"Did you tell your manager?" I asked her. I was trying my best to keep
from raising my voice. "I told Rose about it". She proceeded towards
the bedroom. As she removed her pants, I caught a whiff of her pussy.
The scent of her cunt got me. It smelt good after a long day at work.
The pink thong was crammed between  the thick crack of her meaty
bottom. She peeled them off and proceeded to the dresser. I grabbed
her hand stopped and looked at me. She moved toward me and pushed
her body against mine. I reached down and felt her hairy pussy, It was so
wet. I probed deeper and buried a couple of fingers inside her crack.
She adjusted her stance and positioned herself over my fingers and worked
to impale her cunt with my working digits. Martha  moaned and had a
mind blowing orgasm. She was hot. Her body shook as she grabbed my lapels.
She pushed me away and got on the bed spreading her legs. "Eat me"
Martha demanded.

I got on my knees and pulled her legs to the edge of the bed. She brought
her knees to her chest and widened her thighs Her hairy hole was well
lubricated. The curly jungle of pubic hair was wet and ready for sex.
Her thick, winkled labia lips were swelled up. The odor was of her signature
smelly pussy juices which oozed from  her crack, running into her silver
dollar sized anus was a sight to see. I carefully licked the liquid from the
gap
between her asshole and cunt. My tongue then went for her anus.
It was most intimate thing I did for her. I cleaned it out. It tasted musky.
She must of taken a shit earlier in the day I tasted a bit of feces, but ate
it anyway. I suck on her clit. After a while, I moved to fuck her,
but she laughed and said she had to make dinner. I wondered how
a simple gesture as slapping her ass made her horny.


Martha's new found connection in Rose made it possible for her to get
a job for her sister, Elba. Elba, was always having bad luck with keeping
jobs and men for that matter. She was a good looking woman, divorced
and in her mid forties who was too trusting of men that only wanted to get
her into bed. I'll admit I wanted her myself. I often stared at her and
wondered. Her story is one I will devote a while chapter to as I
gather the nerve to write it down.

Martha mentioned Elba was "going up the ladder" rather quickly, taking the
position of Bill's assistant. That didn't quite sound good knowing how
Bill was and Elba's on going problem with men. Martha didn't see a problem
with it. In the following weeks, Martha did criticize the fact  that she
noticed Elba spending more "free time" with Bill during work and outside of
the office.

Martha asked me if  she can have a "girls night out". Basically, an evening
out with Cathy and some of the other women in her work area. I felt funny at
first, but she made a couple of good friends here and I trusted them. Little
did I know that I've agreed on sending our life together down a
different path. One that would change our lives forever.

After the first Friday night out with the girls, she said she was happy with
the light drinking and getting to know them. They went to a couple of bars
and that was about it. The following Friday night seemed different. She took
her time rummaging through her clothing, searching for the perfect outfit.

She finally settled on a white blouse, short black skirt, clear nylons and
a pair of snake skin purple pumps. Martha looked hot. She said Cathy,
their "ringleader" were taking them dancing at a new club that evening.
I was worried that the short skirt revealed to much, but just rolled my
eyes. Her sister Elba picked her up. I was up stairs and she yelled
 goodbye.

The night was pretty uneventful. I made a simple dinner for myself.
I spent the evening working in the basement on some airplane models
which I was fiddling with. The phone rang and I ran to the phone to get it.
The caller id didn't appear. I picked up the phone. I could hear the
voices in the background and it sounded like a bar. "Hello!! I said, but
received no reply. The line went dead. I instantly phone Martha and
it went into voice mail. This wasn't a normal habit for her when she
was away from me. She always answered the phone.

Another hour went by and the phone rang again. I quickly picked it
up and I said hello, but again, received no reply. There was some
Hip Hop music in the background and someone breathing in the
background.  The phone went dead again.

I eventually retired for the evening. I looked at the nightstand clock
and it was 12:30 pm..

I was jolted awake suddenly and heard some noises downstairs.
Martha arrived home very late. It was past three in the morning.
She was making quite an entrance, with her high heels and I could tell she
was in the kitchen area. Having a hardwood floor doesn't help either. I was
awoken and turned the light on. I headed towards the kitchen and found
her leaning on the counter drink some orange juice. She seemed full of
energy a and explained that she felt happier about her midlife crisis and
more content with her life. She smelled of sweat and hard liquor.

" I danced a lot this evening" She smiled. "Oh, really" I smirked. I felt a
touch on the jealous side, but kept my feelings from her. She whispered:.
"dancing some cute guys" I rolled my eyes and tried not seem jealous of
the aspect. "They all wanted to slow dance" Well, you're still a fine woman
Martha" I said. She moved closer to me and was breathing deeply. She
looked me in the eye and smiled. :"There was one guy who rubbed my ass
while I danced with him". "I couldn't get away". She brushed her bare leg
up against me. I noticed that she left the house wearing stockings, but no
longer had them on. This made me curious. "Where's your stockings?
"I got a run in them and took them off". She muttered. I sensed she
was irritated at my remark. She moved away from me.


"You're not jealous are you?" She said. "I had some fun for a change".
Martha put her glass down and push away from the counter top. She
caressed her hips with her palms and smiled. She explained that she
danced with a number of guys there and most were gentlemen. "There
was another one guy, well...he had a hard on and kept pressing it against
me" She said she danced with him for half a song before she pulled
away. She was flattered that that younger men asked her to dance for
the most part.

She loved having the attention and said the guys bought her a ton of drinks.
I was starting to get pissed and mentioned maybe she should cool her heels.
I asked her what Rose was doing the entire time. "She was around" Martha
mumbled. She said Rose introduced her to a couple of guys she knew here
and then proceeded to flirt with some of the men.

I wondered what Rose was doing. Her influence on my wife was shady at
best and her own actions scandalous. I was upset, but kept it cool. I told
her we could discuss at another time. I assisted her upstairs and she
stumbled into the bathroom. She fumbled around in there and starting
swearing a bit. I soon heard the roar of a nasty bowel movement.
She was in there for a while and came looking pale.

Martha was bottomless She walked toward me in only her blouse and bra.
She looked at me with a crooked smile. She fell into my arms I assisted to
bed and folded the sheets over her.

I was stunned and wanted to find out more about last evening. I noticed a
business card on the vanity. It was black with the words "THE DARK"
in bold white type and address on the bottom. The phone rang.
..
"Hello". There was no response at first.

"Is my sister there". The voice cracked and coughed. It was Elba, my wife's
sister. The background noise sounded like a restaurant with the noise of
chairs dragged across the floor and bar glasses being carried off. "Elba is
that you?" "Where are you? I  got no reply. I could hear Rose's voice in
the background in an argument with someone. "I need a ride, ok?" I'll
explain later"  Elba said in a hurried tone. The address she give me was
the same on the business card. I scrambled to get my clothes together
and made my way to the garage.

The driver side door was still open and Martha's purse contents was
scattered on the passenger seat. Her stockings were on the passenger's seat.
they indeed had a run in them. The car has a faint odor some type of
perfume. The stick shift was sticky to the touch and there was a some
napkins tossed on the floor board.

I knew parts of the area where the club was located and opened the garage
door I gunned the engine and drove off to save her wayward sister.