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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: FOR THE LOVE OF KATHY
Summary: This a semi-true story based loosely on an affair that I had
years ago with a married woman who was bored with her straight-laced
vanilla husband and who offered to play with me for a weekend after reading
my CUM SPONGE story.
Keywords: M/F cheat slutwife rom cons caution
Language: english

   FOR THE LOVE OF KATHY
BY: Hungry Guy
Guy hadn't got over Kathy, even after several months.  Inexplicably, he

still loved her, even though she had hurt him terribly.

   During an intense affair that lasted all of four months from November to
February, they fell deeply in love with each other.  Or maybe they fell in
lust.

   Then, not more than a week after she had told him that she loved him
with all her heart, she told him that she found a new boyfriend--a doctor
she had been working with for the past few months--and no longer loved him.


   During their whirlwind affair, she had insisted that he end his
friendships with all his female friends and withdraw his personal ad--which
he did gladly for her willingly--demanding a level of commitment from him
that she had never intended to commit to in return.

   She still called him from time to time, as if she, too, was having
trouble letting go, even though she could never bring herself to tell him
that she loved him even when he declared that his love for her was still
alive.

   Then, one day several weeks after he last heard from her, that _special_
cell phone rang--the one that he had purchased on the _Sprint Friends and
Family_ plan so that he and Kathy could talk for free all day long.

   "Hello," he said.

   "Hi!" said Kathy in her perky voice.

   "Hi Kathy!  Wow!  It's good to hear from you!"

   "It's good to talk to you, too!  How have you been?"

   "So-so.  I still think about you lots!"

   "What have you been doing?"

   "Well, I've been finishing those stories that I started writing for you.
I know you were hurt because I didn't work on them when we were going
together, but it was hard to find time to write when I was going out to
Cleveland every other week every time your husband went to Atlanta on
business.  You Know?"

   "Yeah.  I know," she said.

   "So you still going with Doctor Mangla?"

   "No.  I haven't seen Paul since I met his fiancée, Annie Fritz."

   "Is she nice?"

   "She's nice enough.  But she's round.  I don't know what Paul sees in
her, except for her money."

   There was some talking in the background, then Kathy said, "Heather
says, 'Hi!'."

   "Hi Heather!" said Guy.

   Guy heard Kathy say, "Guy says 'Hi!'." followed my more talking.

   "Heather says she misses you!" said Kathy.

   "I miss you too, Heather!" said Guy.

   "Guy heard Kathy say, "Guy says, 'I miss you, too, Heather!'."

   "Where are you?" asked Guy.

   "I'm in court.  I need your help, Guy!"

   "What?"

   "I have to pay a $2000 fine for Heather's shoplifting.  I don't have
$2000!  If I don't come up with it in a week, they're going to put me in
jail!  Please!  You have to help me, Guy!"

   "What about Doctor Mangla?  He's a surgeon!  He's got bucks!"

   "I told his fiancee that the affair is over between me and Paul.  I
haven't seen him in over a week.  Annie is the Financial Director of the
city of Westlake and she told me that she can make big trouble for me if I
ever see Paul again."

   "And what about your husband?  Why isn't Aaron in court with you?"

   "Oh, he's a scumbag!  He's cheated on me as much as I've cheated on him!
That's why I want to leave him.  Besides, Heather isn't his.  He doesn't
give a damn about her!  Please, Guy!  Heather likes you so much!  She
thinks I'm stupid for breaking up with you for Paul."

   "Well, Kathy.  I still love you, though it's a mystery to me why I do
after you played me for a fool..."

   "I loved you with all my heart, Guy!  I swear!  If Paul hadn't stolen my
heart from you, I'd have left Aaron and we'd have been together!"

   "You let your heart be swayed too easily, Kathy!  We made a commitment
to each other--or so I thought."

   "That's what Aaron said about me when he found out about my affair with
you, Guy!"

   "But _YOU_ pursued _ME,_ Kathy!  Remember?  When you first wrote to me
after reading one of my stories, I told you I didn't want to mess around
with a married woman.  Remember?"

   "Yeah," said Kathy.  "I remember."

   "But you kept calling me and emailing me and kept telling me how you had
an open marriage, until I agreed to come to Cleveland to play with you and
use you as my fuck toy, like in my story."

   "Yeah!" said Kathy.  "We had fun!"

   "I should have ended it when you came to visit me and Aaron called the
police the next day and tried to have me arrested for kidnapping you."

   "I'm sorry about that, Guy!  He's such a bully!  That's another reason I
hate him!"

   "Yeah, well.  On the other hand, Mangla pursued you, and you gave in to
him despite the plans and commitments we made to each other.  That's what
makes you and me different than you and Mangla."

   "All right," Kathy started crying.  "I'm a horrible person!" she
screamed.  "So you won't help me?  You'll let me go to jail, even though I
told the cops the truth that I came to you voluntarily and that you didn't
kidnap me?"

   "Well, you're asking a lot, Kathy.  You're still married to Aaron, and
I'm not even your boyfriend any more.  The last time I came out to
Cleveland, I sat alone in that hotel room all day while you fucked Mangla
in his empty house for sale.  You could have at least told him that you
couldn't see him those couple of days to spend time with me!"

   "But you still love me!  Please, Guy!  Please!"

   "All right, Kathy.  I'll help you.  But I need a real commitment from
you this time.  No empty promises."

   "What do you want?"

   "You have to come to New York and move in with me, then I'll help you."

   "I can't!  We've been through this before!  I can't uproot my kids!"

   "Then I can't help you, Kathy."

   "Please!  You have to help me!  I don't want to go to jail!"

   "And I can't let you rip my heart out again when you get bored with me
or find a more convenient lover."

   The phone went dead.  Guy checked his watch, the very one that Kathy
gave him for a Christmas present.  It was 8:45 AM.  He could still get to
work on time at 9:00 if he hurried.

   Guy dried the tears from his eyes after he parked his car in the
gigantic parking lot at Megatelco, where he worked as a computer geek.

   His day was uneventful.  Some developers blew out an MQ page dataset on
MVS, and he had to scramble to keep production CICS from crashing, but it
was mostly an easy day.  He left right on time at 5:00 PM and arrived home
at 5:30.

   After his shower, his Sprint phone rang for the second time that day.

   "Hi!" he said.

   "You really want me so bad?" asked Kathy.

   Guy paused.  Was she really considering his demand?  And does he really
want to renew a relationship with a promiscuous slut who would claim to
love him so dearly and make huge commitments to him, and then drop him on a
whim because she found someone more convenient?  But yes, for whatever
unfathomable reason, he was still in love with her.

   "You there?" she asked.

   "Yeah," he said.  "I'm still here."

   "You really want me so bad?"

   "Yeah," he said.

   "You know I don't love you any more," she said.

   "I know," he said.  "You don't have to love me.  I'll even let you have
an open relationship.  You can fuck around all you want--I can't really
stop you any more than Aaron could--as long as you come home to me at
night."

   "That's no different than what I have now with Aaron."

   "Yes, it is different from what you have with Aaron!" Guy stressed. 
"I'll never strike you in anger.  I'll never strike your children in anger.
I'll never lie to you.  I'll never cheat on you."

   "I don't understand why you want me so bad."

   "I don't know either, Kathy.  But I do."

   "Okay.  If that's what you want..."

   "Yeah.  When you show up at my house, I'll pay your fine for you."

   Kathy started crying.  "I feel like such a terrible person."

   Guy didn't answer.

   ###

   Guy didn't really expect her to show up--she was such a wank--but her
red Silverado pickup truck was parked out in front of his house when he
arrived home from work the next day.

   She was sitting on a battered old suitcase on his front walk as he
parked his old Cadillac that was bigger than some cruise ships.

   "Hi Kathy!" he said as he walked up to her.

   Kathy fell into his arms and started crying.

   "Why do you want me in your life so bad?" she sobbed.

   "You know why.  Because I love you."

   "Why do you still love me?"

   "Maybe it's because when I gave you my love, I gave you my unconditional
love.  So that's why I still love you."

   "I don't deserve your love," she said.

   "I know you don't deserve my love, but you have it anyway.  And when you
broke up with me for Mangla, you justified breaking your committment to me
by saying that you can't control who you fall in love with."

   "I don't love anyone!" said Kathy.

   "You love your kids," said Guy.

   "I'm not even sure of that any more," she said.

   "Where are your kids, by the way?"

   "I left AJ and Mary with Aaron.  They were crying so much about leaving
their daddy that I had to leave them with him.  I left Heather wih Dennis
because she wanted to finish out the school year in Berea; she might come
to live with us when school starts.  I put Kristen on a bus to Jacksonville
to live with her father; she hates Aaron but didn't want to come to New
York."

   That night Guy told Kathy to lay in the bed with her butt against the
headboard, like she did that first night together when they first met each
other.

   Kathy hesitated.  "I don't know, Guy.  I don't feel very kinky any
more."

   "Well, I feel kinky!" he said.  "Want me to grab you and force you into
position?"

   "No!" Kathy huffed.  "I'll do it if you promise not to sleep on me all
night and you promise not to pee in my mouth this time, okay?"

   "Okay," he said.  "I promise."

   "You swear?" she asked.

   "Yes, Kathy!  I swear!"

   "Well, okay," she sighed and crawled into position.  She slid her butt
up against the headboard, spread her legs out in a vertical "V" against the
headboard, and lay her head back in the very center of the bed.

   Guy locked a pair of leather shackles around each of her ankles and used
heavy cotton clothesline to tie her legs snugly to the knobs on the top
ends of the headboard.

   Then he locked another pair of shackles onto each of her wrists and
pulled her arms tightly over her head and tied the ropes to the legs of the
footboard.

   "Ow!" said Kathy.  "You're stretching my arms!  That's too tight!  It
hurts!"

   "Deal with it," said Guy.

   Guy then placed a metal orthopedic brace around her neck to hold her
head in position so that she couldn't move it or turn away.

   He began to place a metal ring in her mouth with two straps hanging from
it.  "No!  Please!  I promise I won't bite!  Please don't put that in my
mouth!"

   "I can't take a chance on you biting down.  Now open your mouth!"

   Kathy clamped her mouth closed and mumbled, "Mmmmm!  Mmmmmm!"

   Guy pinched her jaw open and placed the metal ring in her mouth, then
buckled the strap around the back of her head.

   "Ah!  Ah!" she screamed and struggled against her shackles.

   Guy pulled the blankets up over Kathy's body and made his bed.  Only her
crotch and legs splayed against the headboard were visible.

   He then stepped into the bathroom to take a long hot shower.  Once
refreshed, he went downstairs to pour himself a big tall glass of wine.

   A half-hour later, feeling sleepy and giddy from the wine, he returned
to his bedroom, and took a dose of NyQuil for added measure.  Then he
pulled the blankets down, climbed into bed, and mounted Kathy.

   Sliding hid rock-hard member into her mouth, he jammed a pillow into the
"V" formed by her crotch, then reached over and turned the light off.

   Kathy had begun to struggle under his weight bearing down on her chest
and belly.  His bladder had become full from the big glass of wine, so he
then relaxed his bladder and let his pee flow.

   The moment he felt his pee flow out the end of his dick, Kathy began
bucking furiously underneath him.  He grunted and pushed the flow out
against the pressure from her esophagus.  Having no choice except to drown,
Kathy began swallowing.  Her throat muscles squeezed the head of his cock
so tightly with every swallow that it felt almost as good as an orgasm. 
The sensation felt every bit as good as he remembered from that first night
with Kathy when she did it willingly, even eagerly.

   It took a while to empty his bladder into her esophagus.  By then, her
legs were struggling wildly against the headboard, held tightly by the
shackles.

   With his bladder empty, he began pumping his hips against her face. 
Slamming his hips down again and again, the sensation of fucking her throat
felt so incredibly tight.  By then, Kathy was flailing her legs furiously
against her shackles.  Guy almost felt like he was riding a bucking bronco,
but she was tied down too securely to have much of a chance to throw him
off her.

   Kathy was starting to turn blue by the time Guy felt his orgasm welling
up in his loins.  A moment later, he was exploding into her throat in wave
after wave of ecstasy.  By then, her struggles had become feeble.

   His orgasm subsided, and he lifted up off her for a moment to see if she
was still conscious.  To his relief, she began gasping for breath.  After a
few moments, color had returned to her skin.

   His cock had gone flaccid after his orgasm, so he dunked it back into
her mouth and rested his head upon the pillow pressed into her crotch.

   The wine and NyQuil quickly knocked him out, and he was soon sound
asleep.

   Sometime during the night--he didn't notice when--he was awaken by Kathy
bucking beneath him.  His cock hag grown hard again, so he took advantage
of the situation by fucking her throat once again.  His orgasm came
quickly, and after joyful release once again, Kathy settled down and he
promptly fell back to sleep.

   He woke in the morning to filtered sunlight streaming in through his
curtains.  What a joy to be able to lie in bed and empty his bladder
without having to get out of bed--without even having to shift position.

   He lay in bed for a half-hour in a pleasant state of partial
sleepfulness and partial wakefulness.  He could feel Kathy's tongue
wiggling against his cock, which felt so pleasant that he didn't want to
get out of bed.

   Nonetheless, he did.  With the blankets pulled down, Kathy moaned
through the ring in her mouth, "Ahhh!  Ehhh!  Ohhhh!"

   "I'll let you out in a minute, Kathy," he said.

   Guy rooted through his bag of toys and pulled out what looked like an
elaborate tangle of leather straps and metal rings and buckles.

   Guy removed the ring from her mouth and the neck brace.  Kathy took a
few deep breaths as Guy shook the harness out in his hand and brought it up
to her head.

   "No!" she sighed.  "Please!"

   "Yes!" he said with a grin.

   He placed part of the harness over her head and buckled it tightly.  It
fit snugly over her skull, buckling behind her head, under her chin, and
around her neck.  One ring was pressed tightly against her mouth, from the
straps around her head.

   Dangling from that same ring was a loose tangle of even more straps. 
Guy unshackled her wrists from the bed frame and shackled her wrists behind
her back.  He then unshackled her ankles from the headboard.

   "C'mon, slut!" he said as he tugged on the harness.

   Kathy crawled off the bed and followed Guy into the bathroom.  He
pointed to the toilet and said, "Do what you have to do."

   Kathy sat and did her business on the toilet while Guy watched and held
up the loose leather straps that hung from the ring against her mouth.

   After she finished, Guy told her to kneel.  He then stepped into the
remaining leather straps, as if to wear her.  Pulling the straps up like
pulling up a pair of pants, her face was drawn up to his crotch.  He slid
his cock through that ring against her mouth, and into her mouth and
buckled the straps.  As he buckled each strap, that ring was pulled tighter
and tighter against the base of his cock, forcing it deeper and deeper into
her mouth.

   Finally, he walked slowly out of the bathroom while she crawled on her
knees with her face plastered against his crotch and with his cock down her
throat.

   He sat at his computer in his bedroom and got online.  He then called
the Cuyahoga County courthouse in Cleveland and paid her fine through
Western Union.

   "That settles it, Kathy," he said.  "I own you now."

   "Mmmm?" said Kathy into his cock.

   "I just purchased you from Cuyahoga country for $2000.  You are now my
slave.  Your body is now my property.  This receipt from Western Union
proves it.  You once told me that you didn't want to work any more and you
didn't want any more responsibility.  You finally got what you wanted."

   Kathy looked up at him and nodded.

   * END *