Please do not expect a sequel to any of my stories. They are just moments in time; a few days, weeks, months or years in the lives of the protagonists.
As you read this narrative remember, it is just a story, just a figment of my imagination. None of the people in this story are real. Could you imagine anything like the events in this story actually happening. If you think they have, let me know, though I doubt if I would ever believe you.
My thanks to Darker Binding for his time and effort as my editor.
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My Wife's New Life
My wife Janet was missing for two days before we found out.
She was a natural beauty and a big flirt. Most of the time I lived with her flirting because that was how I first met her. On Friday, at the club we often visited, I thought her flirting was getting over the top and told her, without much effect. When we got home we had a row about it, not the first we'd had and I didn't expect it would be the last. It ended with me in the spare room feeling very sorry for myself.
Early Saturday morning Janet told me she was going to visit her mum. It was something she occasionally did after we had a row so I grunted an acknowledgement and watched her leave. When she hadn't returned by Sunday afternoon, I phoned her Mum.
'Hi Mum, are you keeping well?' I liked her mother and knew she also liked me.
'I'm keeping very well Bert, when are you two coming over to see me?'
'Hasn't Janet been with you since Saturday?'
'No, I haven't seen or heard from her.'
'You've not seen her all weekend? She told me Saturday morning she was going to see you.'
'Did you have another row about her flirting?'
'Yes, she just went over the top at a club we went to on Friday. So where is she, did she phone you?'
'No, I just told you I haven't seen or heard from her.' I could hear her concern in her raised voice.
'Now, don't get all worried Mum,' I tried to sound reassuring. 'I'll phone around and come back to you.'
That was how it started. I phoned everyone known to both of us. No one knew anything or had contact with my wife since the previous week. There were no phone calls or messages from her and within days her phone went dead. A month passed and the police hadn't found anything other than her abandoned car just off the route she would have driven, seven miles from where her mother lived. Her phone was found in her bag with all her money and other stuff she always had with her.
It was only a month so I was still quite hopeful the police would find out something about her disappearance. God, I missed her, we had only been married five years and had so much planned for a long future together. She was twenty-six, a slim naturally beautiful woman almost exactly my height.
I'd searched every cupboard, drawer, and corner of our house looking for something that would give me and the police some explanation about why she had disappeared. Nothing, just nothing came up.
My family and friends offered support, help, and ideas. Some I took notice of others I just ignored. The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months. Work kept me occupied and probably sane. The evenings and weekends were the worst. I had two divorced mates who helped me the most in dealing with loneliness. Usually by taking me to cricket matches and insisting I join them at their BBQs.
Nine months after Janet disappeared I was asked to accompany detective Burrows, who had been dealing with her case to an office in the city. The plaque on the occupancy board indicated my destination was the local FBI office.
After the usual introductions to Agent Sullivan detective Burrows and I were shown into a room full of computer monitors, then we were led into a separate office and introduced to another agent. He was, Sullivan told me, a computer expert.
They told me to sit in front of a large monitor 'Mr. Winton, we only found out what you are going to see three days ago. What you will see was recorded then.'
A room appeared on the screen with a single bed in the middle and little else. The bed was covered with a black sheet and there was a large black pillow. A giant of a man stood on the opposite side of the bed. His massive, muscle-bound, tanned body glistened with oil. In his hand he held a huge cock.
A white woman entered the room, naked except to the highest heels I had ever seen a woman wearing. She was led into the room on the end of a leash attached to a studded collar around her neck. Her hands and elbows were bound behind her back. The man holding the leash was as huge as the other guy.
The woman climbed onto the bed in the most suggestive manner possible and immediately tried to take the other man's cock into her mouth. As he started slapping his cock across her face the guy who led her into the room was rubbing his equally massive cock over her ass.
'Get the big cock in my ass now, you bastard,' she demanded while trying to get the other cock into her mouth.
Immediately there was a change of camera angle as the man behind her drove his cock deep into her rectum. She made a gasping sound then turned toward the camera. 'Now fuck my ass, you bastard.'
'Janet.' My scream must have been heard throughout the whole building. There, looking straight at me was Janet, but not as I had ever seen her before. The screen went blank as the room reverberated to my cry.
'Mr. Winton, please forgive me for not warning you, but because she looks so different from the photographs we have of her, we needed your confirmation that the woman on the website was in fact your wife.'
In total shock, I just stared at Agent Sullivan. 'What did you just show me?' I was utterly bewildered by what I had just watched.
Five minutes later Agent Sullivan, Detective Burrows, Agent Gibson, the computer expert, and I were sitting in a small conference room. 'Mr, Winton, whenever a missing woman isn't found after three months, we include their details in a watch list of pornography sites. Unfortunately, that is where many abducted young women end up.'
'My wife is on a pornography site,' I shouted in anger.
'Unfortunately, yes, that is the case with your wife.'
