In Dreams She Came 4

Chapter 11

I purged until there was nothing left inside me to come out, then had the dry heaves for several more minutes.

What was happening to us? Was I losing my mind? Was my wife cheating on me? Was it possible that some kind of demonic entity was involved as I had read? I didn’t believe in fairy tales, and I sure as Hell didn’t believe in demons. Occam’s Razor says the most straightforward answer is usually right. So, based on that, I was pretty confident Jenny was fucking Lazarus, but that didn’t explain my dreams.

I stepped in front of the sink and splashed cold water on my face. It was refreshing but did nothing to quell the tumult in my brain. As I stared at my reflection, I hardly recognized the man who met my gaze. His eyes were red, with dark bags under them. He looked haggard, exhausted from lack of sleep, and the torment of his dreams when he did rest.

What had brought me to this point? What was happening to my wife and I? What did our new neighbors have to do with our dreams?

I dried my face and returned to my bedroom. Jenny was asleep, curled up under the covers as if nothing had happened. I couldn’t get the image of her out of my mind.

Her legs were spread.

Her ass was raised off the bed, thrusting up and down hard.

Her pussy was open, gaping as if some invisible force were violating her.

That wasn’t possible. Things like that didn’t really happen.

I kissed Jenny on the forehead, then went downstairs to my office and opened up my laptop. I clicked on the bookmark for the page I had been reading and found the part I was looking for:

“According to the Malleus Maleficarum, or “Witches’ Hammer,” written by Heinrich Kramer (Institoris) in 1486, succubi collect semen from men they seduce. Incubi, or male demons, then use the semen to impregnate human females.”

Holy shit. I jumped up from the desk and ran upstairs as fast as I could. I threw the covers off of Jenny and pulled her legs apart forcefully. She groaned but didn’t wake.

I slid my hand over her pussy, and her groan became a moan. I inserted two fingers into her, and they went in with very little resistance. When I pulled them out, they came away coated in a sticky goo that looked like semen. I sniffed it and recognized the distinctive odor of sperm.

I was furious. Someone had fucked Jenny recently, and it sure as Hell wasn’t me. Could it be that some invisible demon had done it? I shuddered briefly at the thought, but quickly put it out of my mind. Shit like that didn’t really happen. There had to be a logical explanation, and right now, the logical explanation was that she had fucked Lazarus.

I shook her by the shoulders, shouting, “Jenny! Wake up!”

She rolled away, and I shook her harder. “Dammit, Jenny! Wake the fuck up!”

She opened her eyes and stared at me without understanding what was going on. “What? What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Whose fucking cum is this inside your cunt?” I demanded, showing her my fingers, with the sticky cream clinging to the extended digits.

“What?” she tried to focus on my hand, with difficulty.

“You have cum inside you! Who the fuck put it there?” I snapped, growing angrier.

“Y-you did,” she answered. “You just fucked me a little while ago. I told you I wanted to sleep, but you did it anyway.”

“Just now?” I asked.

“What the fuck, Chris? Don’t you remember?”

“Jenny, I haven’t fucked you since early yesterday,” I shoved the fingers toward her face. “This is fresh! Did you fuck Lazarus?”

Jenny’s eyes grew wide as she shook her head, “No! Of course, not! I haven’t fucked anybody but you!”

“I saw you having a sexual dream just a few minutes ago! You were calling out to him, Jenny. You said his name as you were cumming!”

“What?”

“You were dreaming of fucking him! Then I find his cum dripping out of you?”

“It was just a dream,” Jenny said. “But, it was you in the dream, not Lazarus.”

“Then why did you call out to him?”

“I-I don’t know,” she said as she sat up, “I swear I haven’t done anything!”

I sat down next to her and pulled her into my arms, kissing the top of her head. She clung to me desperately.

“I swear it,” she sobbed. “I wouldn’t cheat on you.”

“I know,” I reassured her, “I know.”

Chapter 12

I couldn’t sleep, so I held Jenny until she was deeply snoozing again. Once I felt sure she would not wake up, I gently made my way downstairs. I sat in the kitchen, head in my hands, thinking about the strange situation in which we found ourselves.

About five in the morning, just as the sun was coming up, I gave up on getting any rest and decided to go for a walk. I thought it might help clear my mind to get some fresh air. I went out the front door and walked down the sidewalk to the cul-de-sac. The cars from the party-goers had all left the cul-de-sac. However, the black SUV was still there, parked in the same spot as earlier.

As I walked past it, I noticed the windows were darkly tinted, making it impossible to see inside. I had a creepy feeling, as though someone or something was watching me. I could vaguely make out the silhouette of a person in the driver’s seat.

I reached the end of the cul-de-sac and turned right to head down by the park. I glanced back toward my house, and the brake lights flashed on the SUV. I watched, as it edged forward and drove around the circle, heading my way.

I quickened my pace and continued up the street. I took a quick look over my shoulder and saw the SUV turn right. It seemed to be following me. Growing increasingly nervous, I darted across the street and entered the park, following the snaky trail, down past the carousel and fountain, exiting on the far side. There was no way he could have followed me now, so I turned to the left, heading back in the general direction of my house.

As I waited at a crosswalk, I heard a rumbling sound approaching from behind. I turned to see a Black SUV rolling to a stop. Was it the same one?

The sun was up, and the light shone into the front seat. The driver had shaggy, long hair, dark glasses, and a long beard. The signal changed, and he gunned the motor, driving away as if he were in a major hurry. I crossed the street and returned home uneventfully.

Maybe it was just paranoia or a coincidence, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had been following me.

Chapter 13

I spent the next few hours working in the yard, cleaning the pool, washing the cars, anything I could to stay outside and avoid talking to Jenny. I was still doubtful that she had not fucked my next-door neighbor at the party the night before. I needed time to think and come up with a plan. The only problem was I spent a lot of time thinking, but came up with nothing. I was out of my league.

By noon, I was starving and went inside. To my shock, Jenny wasn’t alone. Desdemona was sitting next to her at the kitchen table, holding her hands. They sat with their heads close together and seemed to be whispering when I came inside.

“Oh, hello, Chris,” Mona said with a smile that lightened her face. I felt a ting of lust when our eyes met.

“Hello, Mona,” I replied coldly. “What are you doing here?”

“I came by to apologize to you both for what happened last night.”

I nodded noncommittally. “Ok,” was all I said.

“Lazarus and I are swingers and have an open marriage,” she explained. “We’ve been doing it this way for so long; sometimes we forget that not everyone feels like we do. I’m sorry that we made you both uncomfortable.”

“It’s ok,” I assured her. “We’re just not interested in swinging.”

“Yet?”

“Ever.”

“Oh, I see,” Mona replied, then reached into her purse, pulling out what looked like a couple of tickets. “So, to show our sincerity, we’d like to invite you and Jenny to a special concert we’re doing later this week.”

She slid the tickets over to me. “That includes backstage passes so you can hang out with us after the show. Can we count on seeing you?”

“We’d love to,” Jenny chimed in before I could respond. I wasn’t very pleased that Jenny answered for us. I wanted to separate ourselves from Mona and Lazarus, not become more involved in their debauched lifestyle. I still harbored serious concerns that my wife was fucking the asshole.

Mona stood up and hugged me, but I pushed her back. “I’m all sweaty,” I said defensively. “I’m going to get a shower.”

As I headed for the stairs, Mona called out, “Need me to wash your back?”

“No, that’s ok,” I shouted back at her. “I can manage.”

I took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away all my stress. As I did, my mind drifted back to the party. Many things were becoming hazy in my recollection. That was peculiar, as I always had excellent recall. Before I knew what was happening, I was reliving the dream. I could see Mona, naked, straddling my erection. I could feel her pussy gliding down the shaft. I could smell her scent.

My cock was rock hard. I stroked it, picturing Mona, fucking me. Suddenly, I started cumming, with a loud groan, my seed splattering on the glass of the shower wall. I felt guilty. I felt dirty.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with me. My hands were shaking as I exited the shower and dried off. I dressed and came downstairs, desperately hoping that Mona had left. I couldn’t handle seeing her.

Fortunately, she was gone. Jenny was sitting in the family room, drinking another glass of wine. I poured one for myself and joined her. “Look,” I began, wanting to clear the air.

At the same time, Jenny looked up at me and said, “Honey,” then hesitated, realizing that we were both trying to speak. I smiled and told her to go first.

“I wanted to talk about last night,” Jenny said.

“So do I,” I informed her.

“I know that Mona and Lazarus are very different than us,” she began.

“No kidding.”

“I know they are swingers and have an open marriage. I was shocked by it all at first.” She hesitated and took a sip of wine. I was shocked too, but there was more to it than just the swinging and open marriage that was bothering me. I couldn’t understand why Mona and Lazarus were dominating our dreams and in such a sexual manner. I felt like I was becoming obsessed with the redhead and feared what may be going on with Jenny.

“But,” Jenny continued. “I am kind of turned on by the whole thing. I think it would be really hot if you were to fuck Mona.”

I couldn’t believe what Jenny had said.

“Do what?”

“I think it would be hot for you to fuck Mona,” Jenny repeated. “I see how you look at her. I know you want her. I’m ok with that. I don’t know what it is, but I’m strangely comfortable around her, and I wouldn’t object to sharing you with her. She and I talked about it, and she admitted to wanting to rock your world, so what do you say?”

“You must be joking,” I said. “I have no interest in fucking anyone but you. You’re my wife!”

“I’d still be your wife, 100%. You would just get to fuck her as well as me. How could that be a bad thing?”

I was growing angry and increasingly suspicious. “Wait, is this just to make it ok for you to fuck Lazarus?”

Jenny sipped her wine. “This has nothing to do with me fucking Lazarus, honey. We’re talking about you fucking Mona. I want you to.”

“I get it,” I argued. “You set me up with Mona, and while she has me distracted, you get to go roll around in bed with her husband.”

“Not right away,” she explained. “At first, we’d want you to loosen up with Mona, then once you feel differently about things, well, maybe then, Lazarus and I can play, too. Maybe we could all have fun together and even with their friends.”

“What the fuck, Jenny?” I snapped. “I can’t believe you think I’d be into something like that. There’s no way in Hell that I want to see other men fucking you! You’re my wife, not some slut.”

“You wouldn’t have to watch,” she replied. “You could be having your own fun with Mona and the other girls.”

“Are you crazy?” I shouted. “Look, what I wanted to tell you is that I think we should stay the fuck away from Mona and Lazarus and their dirtbag friends. I don’t know what happened last night, but I think they might’ve drugged us. I think at some point Lazarus fucked you, but I don’t know for sure.”

“What???” Now it was Jenny’s turn to shout. “That didn’t happen! I don’t understand what you’re talking about! I haven’t fucked anyone but you!”

“You had sperm inside your pussy last night, goddammit, and I sure as fuck didn’t put it there!”

“Yes, you did! We fucked before we went to the party and then again last night after we got home!”

“No, we fucking didn’t! I watched you lying there in your sleep, fucking air, Jenny! You were calling out to him, and you came! I figured you had to be reliving your earlier fuck at their house. That’s when I found you had his sperm inside your pussy.”

“You’re just jealous, Chris! He was into me at the party, and yeah, I was into him. But, nothing fucking happened. I can’t believe you’re pulling this shit. They’re nice people, and they just want to have some fun. You’re turning it all into something perverted!”

“I don’t want you talking to Mona any more. I don’t want you going over to their house, and I don’t want you around Lazarus again.”

“I’m not your slave! I’ll see who I want when I want and where I want!”

“You’re not my slave; you’re my wife. They’re sexual predators, trying to seduce you, Jenny. I don’t want you around them. I won’t stand for it.”

“Mona is my friend! You’re crazy!”

“You just met her. She’s not your friend. She’s just trying to trick you so her husband can fuck you.”

“He can fuck any woman he wants, Chris. He doesn’t have to work that hard to fuck me!”

“What? What does that mean?”

“Never mind,” Jenny said as she stood up and went to the kitchen to pour herself another glass of wine.

“I don’t want to fight about this, Chris,” Jenny said after taking a long drink. “I think you’re overreacting, but maybe what you’re saying is true. Let’s go to the concert and see how things are. If they’re doing what you say, then that’s it. We’ll go home, and I promise I won’t talk to them again.”

“I don’t think we need to go to their concert to find out. I’m sure of it.”

“Please, Chris, just one more night can’t hurt. Let’s go to the concert. If we’re not comfortable, we leave. Simple as that. Please?”

I shook my head negatively as I thought about the situation and the likelihood I might be wrong. I looked in Jenny’s eyes and saw her love for me. “Ok, the concert and then that’s it. If either of us is uncomfortable, we leave, no arguments, and no questions asked. You agree?”

“Of course, yes.” Jenny ran over and threw her arms around me, then kissed me hard on the lips. “I like it when you get jealous.”

“You do?” I asked.

She took my hand and put it against her panty-covered pussy. I could feel how wet she was.

“Why don’t you take me upstairs and make sure your sperm is the only sperm inside me.”

“Why do we need to go upstairs?” I asked as I turned her around and pushed her over the kitchen table. I yanked her panties down hard and kicked her feet apart. As soon as I freed my hard cock, I shoved it inside her. Jenny moaned and began to push back, hungrily trying to get more of my cock.

Chapter 14

Monday morning came, and I felt like a new man. Jenny and I had fallen asleep after a long session of intense sex that had left us both wiped out. The sun shining through the open blinds landed on my face, causing me to wake up. I felt incredibly rested, more than I had in weeks. My night had been dreamless. As I stretched, I noticed the bed was empty, and Jenny was nowhere in sight. It was rare for her to get up before me. Nervously, I got up and looked for her in the bathroom, then went downstairs.

I found my wife in the kitchen, cooking a full breakfast with bacon, eggs, French toast, and freshly squeezed orange juice. She greeted me with a warm smile and a kiss, handing me a fresh cup of coffee.

“What’s all this for?” I asked.

“You deserve a little special pampering after everything that’s been going on. I just wanted to show you that I love you, and nothing will ever change that.”

“I love you too, Jenny,” I said as I said down to eat. After breakfast, as Jenny cleaned up, I went for my morning jog. Everything seemed peaceful outside. I glanced at Mona’s house. Their sprinklers were on, but other than that, the place was quiet.

As I turned to start my jog, I froze in my tracks. The Black SUV was back, parked as before at the entrance to the cul-de-sac. I was determined not to let my imagination play tricks on me. Maybe the SUV belonged to whoever lived in the corner house. I was sure it had nothing to do with me.

I jogged past it and stole a quick peek. I couldn’t detect a driver through the front glass, and the side glass was too dark to see through. When I reached the corner, I looked back, and the SUV was unchanged. There were no brake lights, and the engine was still off.

“See,” I told myself. “Nobody is following me.”

I ran through the park, then down along the lakeside, on the paved trails. On the far side of the lake, I turned onto a dirt trail that led through a wooded canyon for a couple of miles. It snaked and meandered, eventually opening back out onto the public trails that ran behind the houses on our cul-de-sac.

That took me to a sidewalk that ran between our house and Dan and Shirley Martin’s, our neighbors on the other side from Mona and Lazarus. As I passed close to my kitchen, I noticed our windows were open, and I could have sworn I heard voices from inside. I didn’t stop to listen carefully. I jogged to the end of the sidewalk, doubled back toward our house, and entered through the front door.

“Jenny?” I called out as I came inside. There was no answer.

I headed through the house to the kitchen. It was empty, but the smell of cinnamon lingered in the air. That could have been from the French toast, I supposed. I called out for my wife again, and then I saw her out on the patio. She was alone, seated at one of our tables, facing away from me.

She was staring out at the pool, wearing only her bathrobe. She seemed lost in a daydream and was unaware of my approaching her. When I stopped next to her, I was surprised to see that her robe was open, her breasts and bare pussy on full display.

“Jenny!” I said as I touched her on the shoulder. She slowly looked up, as if in a daze, then her eyes seemed to clear, and she recognized me. Her hands immediately went to close and tie her robe shut.

“Chris, when did you get back?” Jenny asked as she picked up her mug and took a sip of coffee.

“Just now,” I explained. “Were you alone? I could have sworn I heard voices in the house.”

She glanced over her shoulder at the back of the house, momentarily, “No, I don’t think so. I was out here, having coffee, by myself.”

“Are you sure? You don’t sound very confident.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Maybe the TV was on.”

“No, it’s off.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Jenny replied. She changed the subject. “You’re all sweaty.”

“That usually happens when I go for a run.”

“I like it when you’re sweaty,” she responded with a wink. She reached over and ran her hand over my jogging shorts, caressing my cock. “I love the way your balls smell and how your cock tastes.”

Jenny was not usually this horny. Lately, her libido was working overtime. As my cock stiffened in response to her touch, I thought there were worse things in life than having a hypersexual wife.

She reached inside my baggy shorts and started stroking my rapidly engorging cock, then pulled it out the leg hole. She buried her face in my crotch and took a long smell, moaning as she did. Before I could react, she wrapped her mouth around my cock and started sucking me aggressively.

I glanced at my watch. Fuck. I would be late for work if I didn’t go jump in the shower.

She saw what I did and increased the intensity of her blowjob.

Ok. Fuck work.

I grabbed her head in my hands and pulled her to me. She let out a delighted whimper, mouth full of dick, and began to deep throat me. She seized my balls in her hands and started kneading them, rolling them around playfully, as she kept her mouth working my shaft. I didn’t think I could hold out for long, so I pushed her back a bit, letting her know to slow down.

She shook her head and attacked my cock even more intensely. She rocked her mouth up and down faster and faster. I felt her finger probe at my asshole as my balls started to tighten. She pushed her fingertip into my ass, and I let out a loud growl and started cumming, shooting blast after blast of my cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all, then licked all over my dick like a lollipop, to clean up any remaining traces of sperm. Finally, spent, with my cock rapidly shrinking, she let go and grinned up at me.

“That should hold you until you get home tonight,” She said with a giggle as she pulled her robe open and ran a hand through her wet pussy. “I’ll keep her warm for you until you can get home to take care of her.”

“Mmmm,” I moaned. “You do that. I’ll be sure I don’t work late.”

“You better not,” Jenny teased.

xxxxx

 

At work on Monday, I toyed with the idea of calling a psychologist or some kind of expert on sleep disorders, but as I was feeling better, I let it go.

When I got home that evening, Jenny surprised me. She had ordered sushi, which wasn’t the surprising part. Jenny decided to make herself the platter and was lying naked on our kitchen table, covered with sushi. She had rolls on her chest, nigiri with big slices of fish on her abdomen and thighs.

“I’m your dinner,” she said playfully. “Eat the sushi, then when you’re done, eat me.”

I did as directed. That led to another intense session of fucking. We did it three times, twice in her pussy and once in her ass, with lots of sucking in between to get my cock hard again as fast as possible. By the time I came in her ass, I was exhausted. I fell asleep with my dick still inside her.

The next morning, I woke up from a full night’s sleep. Gone were the wet dreams and visits from the fiery redhead whom I seemed to have confused with our neighbor Mona.

For the next couple of days, it was the same thing. Jenny was hypersexual and overly attentive to my every need. It was as if we were newlyweds again. I was loving it and loving her more than ever. Every morning, I’d go for my run. The black SUV was a constant presence, so I got used to seeing it. Every evening, we’d fuck like rabbits, fall asleep and wake up feeling refreshed, ready to start again.

By Wednesday, I had almost forgotten about Mona and Lazarus. It felt as though Jenny and I were back on track, and nothing could get in our way. Then on Friday, it all came crashing back to reality.

When I returned from my run, Jenny was out on the patio again, seated in the same spot as before, in almost the same position. Her robe, open again, revealing her naked body. The only difference was, this time, she was not alone.

“Hello, Chris,” Mona said with a smile as I approached. Her red hair shone in the sunlight, and her green eyes sparkled beguilingly. “How was your run?”

“Hello, Mona,” I said as I stared at my wife. She seemed to be staring mindlessly out over the pool, unaware that she was exposing herself, unaware that we had company.

“Jenny!” I said as I lightly shook her shoulder. “I’m back.”

She slowly raised her eyes to mine, and, like before, she smiled as her vision cleared. “Hi, baby,” she said. “I think I must have dozed off.” Unconsciously, Jenny pulled her robe tight and appeared to notice our guest for the first time.

“Oh, Mona, it’s so good of you to come over.”

Mona smiled even more magnetically. “I just came by to remind you about the concert tonight. You are coming, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know,” I said before Jenny could respond. “We’ll see.”

Jenny looked at me as if she were unsure, but didn’t say anything.

“Well, we hope you can come. We want to show you that we aren’t all that bad and make it up to you for the other night.”

“We’ll think about it,” I said, without committing to anything.

“Ok,” Mona said as she stood up. “No pressure. Hope to see you there.”

She leaned over and kissed Jenny softly on the lips, then winked at me and walked back home. When I heard the gate close, I sat down next to my wife and took her hands.

“Are you ok, Jenny? You seem confused.”

“I don’t feel so good. I think I want to go take a nap.”

“Well, if you’re not feeling it, we’re definitely not going to the concert tonight,” I said, helping Jenny to her feet.

I helped her upstairs and tucked her in bed, then got ready and went to work. I called her a couple of times during the day to check on her, and she told me she felt better. When I got home around 5:30, she was already dressed for the concert, looking very gothic and very sexy.

“So, I guess this means you want to go.” I leaned against the bedroom wall, watching her brush out her hair.

“Can we, please?” Jenny pleaded. I didn’t want to disappoint her, especially since we’d had such a great week.

“Sure, honey,” I conceded. “Let’s go and have fun, but any funny business and we come home.”

“That sounds like the perfect plan to me.”

With that, I went to take a shower and get ready for the night’s activities.

Chapter 15

We arrived at the arena and flashed our passes. That got us routed to the VIP entrance. From there, we were escorted to a private luxury suite and ushered inside.

The suite was full of people we didn’t know. A couple looked familiar from the party, but not enough for us to know them by name. The bar was close to the entrance, so it was our first stop. I grabbed a Miller Light for me and a glass of champagne for Jenny. I intentionally avoided drinking their wine.

“Jenny! Chris!” a female called out from the main room of the suite. As we turned to see who it was, Kat, from the party, came trotting over, arms outstretched. “So glad you made it. I know Mona and Laz will be thrilled.”

She embraced Jenny and kissed her on the cheek once then directly on the lips. Jenny blushed and glanced at me nervously. Kat turned in my direction, and I let her hug me, but kept my face out of kissing range. She didn’t seem to mind.

Kat took us both by the hands and led us through the main room and out onto the rows of seats to watch the concert. She had a small table with three plush, comfy chairs waiting for us.

“Had she kept the seats empty in hopes that we came, or had she made two people find other places upon our arrival?” I pondered as we sat down.

Kat sat to my right and Jenny to my left. I finished my beer quickly, and Kat spoke to someone about it. Two minutes later, someone placed an ice bucket next to us, filled with more beers and two bottles of champagne.

The arena was packed. I hadn’t realized Her Demonic Majesty had such a following in the United States. The opening act, Gone by April, was decent but seemed slightly less polished than other acts I’ve seen. They played a similar style of music, which I guess you would call Folk Metal or maybe Medieval Metal.

Jenny and Kat stood for most of the first show, dancing, cheering, and having a blast. I sat and watched, more interested in the technical aspects of the show. I’d never heard any of the songs, so I had a hard time getting into them.

Between bands, I went to the restroom and loaded up a plate with some food. On my way back, I passed Jenny and Kat, on their way to the powder room. I sat down and ate. By the time I had finished, the girls hadn’t returned. I went to get more of the incredible tamales. A girl came out of the restroom, and I asked her if anybody else was in there.

“No, just me,” she replied. “Want to join me?”

I laughed but declined. Where the fuck had Jenny and Kat gone?

I returned to the table and had just finished off the second plate of tamales when the girls returned. They were acting giddy and playful. I noticed that Kat was extremely touchy-feely all of a sudden.

“Where did you two go?” I whispered in Jenny’s ear. She smiled and kissed me, very affectionately.

“We smoked some weed,” Jenny replied. “You mad?”

“No, but you could have shared,” I retorted.

“You hate weed,” Jenny answered. “I didn’t think you would want to.”

“Well, yeah, that’s true,” I kissed her ear, and she groaned. “You sure it was just weed?”

She wiggled in my arms and gave me a naughty smile, “Maybe a little Molly.”

Oh Shit. Jenny hadn’t done Ecstasy in years. I remembered how horny she got when she did it. I was in for one Hell of a night.

Just then, the house lights dimmed, and the crowd went crazy. Eery canned music began to play, and a strange man’s voice started echoing throughout the hall, speaking in some foreign tongue that I didn’t recognize. As his speech reached its peak, the band started playing one of their most famous songs, the curtains flew open and the stage lights fired up.

Jenny and Kat jumped to their feet and started moving to the music. I couldn’t help but get caught up in the excitement. Kat had her arm around Jenny and was pointing at the lead guitarist, most likely reminding my wife that was Henrik, her husband. Jenny nodded, and the two women continued to hold each other tightly as they bounced and frolicked.

I have to admit; I had a great time. The band was far better live than I could have ever imagined. I was blown away by the musicianship and talent.

Jenny and Kat had even more fun. They didn’t care about musicianship; they just were having the time of their lives. I also noticed that they couldn’t stop touching each other. I wasn’t concerned, because I knew we would be leaving soon after the show.

Towards the end of the show, Kat told us to come with her. She guided us down to a secured area, where we had to show our passes to be let in. After a few twists and turns, we found ourselves on the left side of the stage. We could see the band performing and all of the work being done to put on the show.

After a couple of songs, Lazarus snarled out “Good Night!” and the band came off stage. Mona was glowing with energy as she ran over to us.

“You came!” she shouted as she threw her arms around Jenny and kissed her. She then embraced me, and I let her. “We’re so glad you did!”

Lazarus appeared and shook my hand, then gave Jenny a big hug, lifting her off her feet momentarily.

“Wait here,” he explained. “We have to do a couple more for the encore.”

I nodded and put my arms around Jenny. She held onto my belt loops, tugging at my pants to help keep her standing upright. She’d had a few too many glasses of champagne. She had to be feeling pretty high.

Kat was busy making out with Henrik when he broke free and walked back on stage as a roadie handed him a guitar. The crowd, which had been chanting, went nuts.

A few minutes later, the band finished their second encore and took a big bow before coming off stage for the last time. They went past us, heading out of the arena to their waiting tour buses. “They’ll be back in a few minutes once they shower,” Kat explained. “We have a room set up for a party. Let’s go there.”

“We’re not staying,” I explained. Jenny gave me a disappointed look. “We’re just going to drop by to say hello, and then we’ll get out of your way so you can all have fun.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” Kat said, then took Jenny’s hand, and they pranced off. I hurried to follow them. They didn’t go very far. I found them in a large room full of people. There was an extensive buffet arranged on a central row of tables, an open bar at one end of the room, and tables and chairs lining both walls. A DJ in the corner played tunes.

People were milling about. Many looked like fans, there to get autographs, groupies and music industry people. Kat and Jenny were by the bar and had just ordered some drinks when I walked up.

“Come dance with me, Chris,” Kat said as she pulled me over to a makeshift dance floor and draped her arms around my neck, pressing her giant, fake tits against my chest.

Kat was dancing more erotically than I was used to, with her crotch pressed against my growing package. I didn’t feel comfortable and kept glancing over at Jenny, who smiled at me.

“She’ll be ok,” Kat whispered. “I mean, we are in public, right? No orgies here.”

“Right, I’m not worried about that,” I assured her.

“I guess we shocked you with our behavior at the party. We only get that wild when we’re among friends. We thought you and Jenny were on board.”

“No, it’s cool. I mean, we’re not into that kind of stuff, but I don’t look down on you guys for your lifestyle choices. To each his own, I say.”

“You never know,” Kat said as her hand brushed my cock through my pants, “part of you seems interested.”

She was right. My cock was getting hard. However, that was a natural reaction to her proximity and the way she was dancing with me. It didn’t mean I wanted to share my wife with other men. Which, I didn’t.

I told Kat, and she just laughed. “What about all us wives who want to share you? You’re going to deprive us of the pleasure of this?” She squeezed my erection and grinned wickedly.

“I’m afraid so,” I said with a smile. “I need to get back to Jenny.” I looked back to where I’d left my wife, but she wasn’t there. I glanced around the room but didn’t see her anywhere.

Shit. Not again. I forcibly extricated myself from Kat’s grip and went in search of my wife. I went into the adjoining room, which looked like it served as a locker room for sporting events. Jenny was there, sitting on a bench between two guys, who I think were performers in the show. They looked like male strippers, wearing tight leather pants and no shirts to cover their six-pack abs and muscular chests.

One guy had his arm around Jenny, with his hand resting on her hip. The other was straddling the bench, with Jenny between his legs. When I walked up, none of them seemed to react to my presence.

“Oh hi, honey,” Jenny said with a slur in her voice. “Tony and David were just asking me to dance with them. Is that ok?”

“No,” I said loudly and firmly, “it’s not ok. We have to go.”

“We do?” Jenny asked. Neither boytoy moved a muscle. The one with his arm around her smirked at me. “I want to stay. Can’t we stay at least until Mona and Lazarus come out? It would be rude to leave before thanking them for the tickets.”

“They’ll get over it. We need to go now.”

The guy who smirked whispered in Jenny’s ear, and she grinned, then looked up at me. “Why don’t you go? I can ride home with Mona and Lazarus.”

“Screw that!” I said, leaning closer and taking her hand. “You’re coming with me, and we’re getting the fuck out of here.”

“Yo, dude!” The smirking guy said as he stood up, flexing his muscles. “If she wants to stay, she can stay. You don’t own her. She’s your wife, not your slave.”

I poked him in the chest, hard, with two fingers, “Stay the fuck out of my business, dipshit.” He stepped back briefly, and I pulled Jenny to her feet. “You’re not thinking straight, Jenny, and I need to get you out of here before something bad happens.”

“Why? I don’t want to be old and boring. I want to be young and have fun! I think we should stay and have some fun.”

She pulled her hand away from me and looked like she was going to walk away with at least one of the dancers, but as she turned, Mona and Lazarus walked into the room. Everyone became quiet and turned to stare at them.

“Thanks, everyone, for coming tonight,” Lazarus said, his voice loud and strong. “We are so happy you were here for the show. Now, let’s party!”

Mona wore a long, flowing gown of black lace that clung to her figure tightly. Her hair was down, and hung loosely around her shoulders and cascaded around her nearly exposed breasts. Her scent filled the room as she walked up to me, took my arm, and said, “Buy a girl a drink?”

I stared into her green orbs and felt myself falling. “Sure,” I replied and walked with her back into the main room and to the bar.

“I’m so happy you guys came tonight,” she said as we walked. “I don’t want there to be any problems between us.”

I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest as I gazed into her eyes. Somewhere deep in my mind, a voice was telling me to be careful, but I ignored it. I don’t really remember what happened after that. It’s all kind of foggy. I know I drank some wine with Mona. We danced, and at some point, she kissed me.

It was the kiss that did it. I suddenly snapped to awareness of where I was and what was happening. Mona saw my reaction and pulled me to her. “Don’t fight it, Chris,” she whispered. “It’s meant to be. Let it happen.”

I pulled away, “No! I can’t! You’re wrong!” I staggered from her and nearly knocked over a table of food.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I felt drugged. The room was spinning, and I had a hard time walking. I stumbled back into the locker room. Jenny wasn’t there, but I noticed a group of people in the back of the room, huddled around, blocking a doorway that led to what I assumed were showers.

I pushed my way through the crowd until I could see what was going on. Lazarus was naked, fucking a woman from behind. She was bent over and sucking the drummer’s cock. I felt relief when I saw her large, fake cans hanging beneath her. Thank God it wasn’t Jenny. I scanned the room and found my wife. She was standing, over to the left, held from behind by the smirking prick from before. He had her top pulled up over her tits, which he was mauling. Her skirt was up over her hips, and her panties had been pulled to the side. The other guy from earlier was groping her pussy while he jacked his cock. He looked like he was preparing to fuck my wife.

My steel-toe boot caught him in the balls from behind, dropping him. Jenny looked completely stoned or drugged. Her eyes were barely staying open. The smirking guy let go of her, and she fell to her knees heavily. He lunged for me, but I sidestepped and grabbed his hand, using his momentum against him. I twisted and sent him flying headfirst into a tile-covered column. There was a crunch as his nose shattered.

I knelt and scooped my wife up, covering her body as best I could. I turned to leave, but several of the people were blocking my way. “Get out of my way before more of you fuckers get hurt,” I shouted.

Everyone glared at me with pure hatred. Henrik snarled and jumped in front of me to bar my exit. For a moment, I could have sworn he had fangs. Kat appeared and put a hand on his arm, muttering, “Not here. Not now.”

Henrik looked around the room, then stepped aside enough for me to pass. I had to carry Jenny as she couldn’t walk, but I got her out of the arena, into an Uber, and headed home.

Chapter 16

Jenny didn’t speak at all on the way to our house. She was nearly catatonic as I carried her up to our bed and tucked her in. The next day, she slept until one in the afternoon, and then had no recollection of anything that transpired from the time we got backstage until she woke up.

It was difficult to stay angry at her when she didn’t remember anything she had done or said. As time passed, I grew angrier and angrier, so when she woke, I packed her in the car and took her to the hospital. I wanted her tested for drugs. I believed they had given my wife something to get her to go along so willingly, and I wanted to know what it was. Once I had proof, I’d go to the police and file charges for attempted rape. Jenny tried to argue with me about calling the police. In her mind, since I stopped anything from happening, we should just move on with our lives.

Hours later, I was sitting next to Jenny in a private room, holding her hands while we waited for the results. The attending physician came in and told us that they had only found alcohol, small amounts of marijuana, and MDMA. There was no trace of any other date-rape drugs in her system.

“How much MDMA?” I asked.

“Well, it wasn’t that much,” the doctor explained. “Your body gets rid of about half of it in the first eight hours. Since this was last night, I’d estimate it was no more than a single dose of about 80 to 100 milligrams.”

“Sorry, Doc,” I interrupted. “I don’t know anything about what a normal dose is. Is that high or low?”

“Based on my experience, I’d say it is a typical recreational dosage. Everyone handles MDMA differently, but a woman, Jenny’s size, should have had moderate effects of the drug, nothing extreme.” He excused himself and told us that a nurse would escort us out.

“Doctor?” I called out, catching him at the doorway.

“Yes?”

“Is there any way to test for more obscure chemicals, herbs, and things?” I asked.

“We sent a sample off to a lab to do a thorough screening, but it will take a few days for the results to come back.”

I thanked him, then pulled my hands free from my wife. “So, nothing that would have caused you to act the way you did,” I said as I stood up.

“I think it was a combination of everything,” Jenny argued, trying to defend her actions. “I was out of it.”

“Right,” I said as I retrieved her clothes. “Get dressed.”

“Chris,” Jenny protested. “You know I wouldn’t act like that in my right mind! They did something to me!”

“You did it twice, Jenny,” I reminded her. “The first time was at their party, then again last night. Whatever is happening, you seem to like it.”

“It’s not like that, at all,” she countered. I didn’t want to fight, so I just nodded.

“Get dressed,” I repeated. “Then I’ll take you home so you can rest.”

“And you’ll stay with me?” she asked.

“We’ll see,” I replied.

Chapter 17

After we returned home, I ran a hot bath for Jenny, then fixed her dinner in bed. After she ate, I laid down next to her, and she curled up against me, her head nestled on my chest as I stroked her hair and shoulders. I had a lot on my mind as I held her. I loved my wife, but I could not rationalize her behavior, nor could I make sense of everything that had been happening to us.

In the distance, I heard that strange howling again. It seemed to grow louder, and nearer, as the natural light in the room began to fade with the setting of the sun. Jenny shuddered. I held her closer, and the orange glow from the fireplace seemed to caress her cheek.

Fireplace?

I looked at the wall, expecting to see the French doors that opened into our master bath. Instead, the wall had no doors, was made of stone, and held a large hearth, filled with a roaring fire. I could feel the heat from it on my exposed skin.

Looking around the room, I was confused to find that I was no longer in my bedroom at all. It looked more like a log cabin, of a very rustic nature. The bed was hewn from raw wood beams and covered with heavy furs. A wood-framed window allowed the dim light of the fading sky in through heavily frosted glass panels.

The howling came again, much closer than ever before. Something stirred inside me in response. I felt compelled to climb from the comfort of the bed and dress. I found a leather jerkin and roughspun pair of pants hanging over the back of an old chair. Instinctively, I put them on and slipped into a pair of black leather boots. As I wrapped a gray wool cloak over my shoulders, the door to the room burst open, and a man stepped halfway inside. He looked vaguely familiar, with long dark hair, pulled back into a braid and a long, thick dark beard.

“It is time!” the man said to me. I knew what he meant and grabbed a sword belt and fastened it around my hips, then picked up the heavy, double-bladed battle ax that rested near the fireplace. I kissed the sleeping Jenny, then followed the stranger out of my house and into the night.

We ran through the quiet village until we reached the small, stone chapel on the north side of town. There, Father Lucius waited for us. “The beast is coming to rescue its mistress,” the priest said as he led us around to the back of the church. He raised the door to what must be a crypt, then the bearded man drew his sword and went down the darkened steps. I pulled my blade free and followed him. Finally, the priest came last and lit an oil lamp, which hung on a peg by the bottom of the stairs.

“This way,” he said as he headed deeper into the undercroft. We passed by stone tombs and statues, numerous alcoves, and side passages before coming to a stop in a large open chamber. Torches illuminated the far wall, flickering and sputtering. My breath hung in my throat when I saw her.

Secured with chains on each hand, the torchlight shining off her naked body, hung Desdemona. Talon-like claws extended from each finger and toe. Horns poked through her thick mane of red hair, and a long tail snaked around her hips. She raised her head as we approached. She opened her eyes, and, as her gaze locked with mine, I stared deeply into her green eyes.

She smiled with recognition.

“Hello, Chris,” she greeted me, her raspy voice similar, yet distorted, her mouth filled with sharp, pointed teeth and fangs. She shook her head as if scolding me, then continued speaking. “She belongs to us now.”

I sat up in bed sharply. Jenny groaned and opened her eyes. “What’s wrong, honey?” she asked as she cuddled against me more tightly.

“Nothing,” I assured her as I kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. “Go back to sleep, my love. I won’t let them have you.”

In the distance, the howling grew louder.

THE END OF EPISODE FOUR