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Subject: {ASSM} Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife part 20 (M+/F, Blackmail, Coer)
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Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 03:10:04 -0400
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Warning:

This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following
story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Not My Story. Reposting or
any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express,
written permission of the author, except that it may be posted as part
of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites.

Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone,
either alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

'Everybody Loves Raymond' is syndicated and (C) to King World Studios
West Inc. Usage of the characters here is in no way reflective of the
real show or the actors in it, and in now way intended to undermine
their values.

Please! Send me your comments!
notmystory@kc.rr.com

(Note to readers after doing some research on-line I have narrowed
down that in the Second season the Debra character is supposed to be
somewhere between 33-35 years of age so I am basing this story in that
time frame FYI.)

                    Thanks Ted
 
                       Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife

                                 By Not My Story

                                    Part 20



Tuesday morning, after dropping the kids off, Debra sat in her car, trying to
figure out what was wrong with her. She had been so determined to pleasure
Ray, and to at least, in her own mind, redeem what she could of her marriage.
Although he had no idea of her infidelities, she couldn't help but to feel as
though somehow, deep down inside, he did know. She had refused him her
charms, even though over the past week she had been used by so many
others, that she figured that she had as much sex in the past week, as she'd
had with Ray during their entire marriage and courtship. She was now
determined to show her love and devotion to him that night.

He had called ahead in the late afternoon, saying that he would be late getting
home. She used that extra time to prepare herself for him. She had made
herself as pretty for him as she could, even applying perfume and make-up,
like she would if they had gone out for dinner alone. She knew that he
wouldn't be happy with her wearing a sweater or a jacket, but she needed to
wear one of those, so as to minimize her enlarged breasts. She hoped that she
could take his mind off of that by wearing her shortest skirt, and giving him
constant flashes of her tanned and shapely legs.

She had fed the kids and put them to bed early, and then prepared Ray's
favorite dinner, lemon chicken. She dimmed the lights, and put out some
candles, to give the room a romantic atmosphere. When he came home, he
was surprised to find the lights dimmed, and table set with the good china
and crystal plus the candles. Debra playfully told him how lonely she had
been, having spent the week away from him. She then suggested that he keep
his family away tonight, so that they could spend some private time together,
leaving no doubt in his mind as to exactly what she meant by that.

Ray quickly called his mother, and told her not to come over tonight, as they
needed some private time, after Debra's trip. He then locked the front door, 
licking his lips in anticipation of the night's upcoming events. 

Dinner went by quickly, as Ray scarfed down his meal, anxious to get
upstairs to their bedroom with his wife. Although lemon chicken wasn't
indeed his favorite anymore, he had never gotten around to telling Debra that,
since it was the one thing that she could cook relatively well. 

While he ate, she noticed that was he was openly staring at her body. She felt
uncomfortable, dying inside, as she thought to herself that he must see more
of the differences than she had hoped he'd notice. She tried her best to
tease him, by crossing and uncrossing her legs, as seductively as she could,
making sure that he caught glimpses of her sexiest black panties.

Since she came back from her trip to the spa, she looked good, real good,
with her skin tan, and her new, redder colored hair. Her baggy sweater did
little to hide her breasts, and he while he knew that her chest looked bigger,
she had fluffed it off, telling him that her boobs were no bigger than when
she had left, it was just that they appeared to be bigger, between her weight
loss and having toned up her body some. Having remembered the trouble that
he had gotten into a year ago, when he had suggested that she get a breast
augmentation, he left it alone, not wanting to get into another fight over her
tit size, especially not tonight, with the promise of an amorous evening to
come.
 
When she got up and kissed him, he thought that there was something
different about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. She whispered
to him that she would be waiting upstairs for him. He quickly jumped up
from his chair, and chased her up the steps, eager to bed her. He had grabbed
her ass as she ran up the stairs. She hadn't objected, as she had always done
in the past, and wondered if he noticed that as well. 

She had coaxed him into the bathroom, so that she could undress and get
ready, without him seeing her naked, hoping to delay his seeing all of the
changes to her body at one time, so soon after returning, and to allow for the
bruises to disappear. She could hear him rushing through his routine, and
knew that she was running out of time. He was in and out of the bathroom in
record time, finding her naked under the covers, with lights off, and two
small candles giving the room a dim glow.

He sat on the side of the bed, taking off his watch, and started to tell her
how much he had missed her over the past week, and rambled on about the roles
that he wanted her to play, in their little sex game. She moved eagerly across
the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck, and suggested that she simply
play the part of a lonely young housewife, who missed her husband very
much. He began to pant, as she cooed the scenario into his ear, while
nibbling on his ear lobe.

She continued kissing him, as passionately as she could, as he slipped his
t-shirt off, and then his shorts, preparing to make love to her. She took his
cock into her mouth, in an effort to help him get hard, but after just a couple
of moments, he pulled her off of his prick, almost ready to blow his load. 

She then climbed on top of him, and used her hand, to guide his cock into her
willing cunt. She drove her cunt down onto him, hoping to relish the
familiar feeling of her husband's cock inside of her, but after the second
thrust, she felt disappointed, she felt almost empty, with his relatively small
prick inside of her. 

She could barely feel his cock inside of her, after having serviced so many
really large cocks over the past week, and especially those of the black
men, who had been the last to fuck her, just before she came home. The
physical feelings weren't all that she felt was lacking in the excitement of
their coupling. She realized that there was something about a new and
strange cock, plus the thrill of being forced to do something that she didn't
want to do, that just wasn't there. She hated to admit it to herself, but she
actually missed it.

She was brought out of her trance, when he said that he was about to
explode. She wasn't ready for it to end, as she was horny as hell, and not even
close to having her own climax. She rolled off him, not wanting him to cum
just yet. He moaned and complained, as she climbed off of him, asking her
what she was doing, as he was just about to cum.

She kissed him passionately, and asked him if he'd like to do her doggy
style? He had begged her so many times to do it that way, but she had only
once or twice allowed him to fuck her in that fashion. He mauled it over for a
second, as she drove her tongue into his mouth, before deciding that the rare
opportunity that she was offering, was impossible to pass up. He moved in
behind her, and was surprised at how adeptly she guided his now slightly less
than fully hard cock into her pussy from behind. But it was just a fleeting
thought, as he thrust into  her forcefully, or so he thought, overjoyed to have
her so willingly suggest that they do it this way.

She was again temporally pleased by the feel of his cock inside of her, but
again it faded quickly, as something was missing, it just wasn't fulfilling.
She wanted to cum so badly, but he just wasn't doing it for her. This was all
that she had wanted the whole week that she was gone, but now it just wasn't
enough for her anymore.

Ray held out for another minute or so, before he had a mild climax inside of
her. In fact, had it not been for his moaning, and his exclamation of the
event, she might have missed it altogether. He then pulled out of her and
collapsed on the bed.

Debra wasn't really thinking just then, as she was distracted by her thoughts
of not being fulfilled, and why she wasn't enjoying it. So, acting out of
instinct, from her previous week's training, she crawled over to his lap, and
started to slip his wet, spent cock into her mouth.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked in surprise and was shocked by her
actions. She had never done anything like this before, and he was startled by
it.

"I just thought that you might want to go again, you know, maybe try a new
position, or well, you know." she said, thinking quickly, as she snapped out
of her trance like state.

"What are you nuts!" he exclaimed, startled by her wanton attitude.

"No. I just thought, well, I was just trying to make you happy." she said
confused.

"Huh, you're what? I mean I'm tired now, I worked really hard today." he said
as he saw the disappointed look on his wife's face. He rolled over, and closed
his eyes, not really sure what had gotten into her.

Debra, frustrated over being left high and dry, just lay there, until she could
hear Ray's breathing become shallower and regular. She then got up, reached
into her night stand, took her vibrating dildo out, and went into the bathroom,
locking the door behind her, so that if he did get up, he couldn't sneak in on
her, while she pleasured herself. 

As she sat down on the toilet, she began to cry, realizing that all the sex
that she'd been forced into having over the past week, almost ten days really,
had ruined it for her to ever have anything like normal sex again with Ray. Her
pussy had been really stretched out between the constant sex and the number
of much larger than average cocks that she'd been forced to service, so that
Ray's cock now was barely even noticed inside of her love tunnel, as he fucked
her. In addition, all of that forced sex, had had an affect on her psyche,
that she hadn't even realized was happening, while it was occurring. It was
only now, as she was making love with her husband, did she realize that she
had been turned on, by being forced to have sex with total strangers, men that
she had never seen before they had sex with her.

She cried her eyes out for fifteen minutes, as the thoughts of having a
sexually unfulfilled marriage flowed through her head. She then turned on
her vibrating dildo, on high, and started out by working the tip of the eight
inch long plastic phallus against her clit, until she came for the first time. It
was a pleasant climax, but not spectacular, and so she began working the
dildo into her pussy. She was wet enough, that it easily slid all the way into
her cunt, and she was soon pounding it in and out of her as fast as she could.

Her second orgasm was better, much better, though she realized that it too
was much larger than Ray, and outside of her liaisons outside of the house,
that it would probably become more and more important to her, as she just
knew that her husband's small equipment wouldn't be able to satisfy her any
longer. She loved him, the children and their lives together too much to
divorce him because his cock was too small, and so she resigned herself to
having to pleasure herself, if she were to have anything resembling a
satisfactory sex life.

As she pounded the dildo into her cunt, working herself towards a third
orgasm, with her other hand, she began squeezing her tits, as hard as she
could, until it was actually painful. To her horror, she realized that the
rougher she got, the faster that she moved along towards another climax. In
spite of this realization, she switched from grasping her breasts, to pinching,
pulling and twisting her nipples, as it was even more painful, at least the
way that she was doing it.

She must have sat there on the toilet seat for almost an hour, pounding her
pussy with the vibrating dildo, while she tortured her nipples. She had cum
dozens of times, and the only reason that she stopped, was because the
batteries died. She cleaned herself and the dildo, before quietly going back
to bed, slipping the now clean and dry dildo back into the drawer, and herself
back into bed, without disturbing her sleeping husband.

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