Secret room

Ann Pham-Monet was a beautiful Eurasian girl with just
the right proportions of Asian and European ancestry to
produce the classic beauty of love poets. Married in
Asia to an American gentleman 35 years her senior at age
16, she had come with him to Washington State where she
had divorced him when she was 20. Now, at age 28, she
had been married to Bill Martin – age 21 – for the past
2 years. Ann was highly sexed.

Bill Martin had a lot in common with her first husband,
Claud Monet. Both were good looking and well built. Both
had inherited money and were fairly well off, and both
were hopeless bores in the bedroom. Always the optimist,
Ann counted herself lucky to have a nice home and
adequate finances… and respect, none of which she had
had in her youth in Asia.

First married to a selfish clod more than 3 times her
age, she’d bounced to the opposite extreme and married a
youth 7 years younger than herself. Still, she loved
America and she loved her beautiful home with its green
lawn and flowers among the towering trees south of
Seattle in Federal Way.

Her sexual desires were contained in a slumbering blast
furnace deep within her, fires now banked, but ever
threatening to break through in tongues of white heat.
Yes, more than most young women, she had a very strong
sexual drive. She often got sexual release by
“fluttering” herself.

Only once had she had sex with anyone other than one of
her two husbands, that when Bill, her present husband,
had been on a weekend hunting trip and an unexpected
visit from his older brother had ended when he had crept
into her bed after she was asleep.

It was only after his lovemaking became wild that she
realized it was not a dream. Unlike his younger brother,
he knew what to do with a girl and when to do it.
However, he lived in Washington, D.C. – making it a one-
nighter only.

But Ann had mightily impressed big brother. She got his
express mail letter 2 days later. It was full of
compliments and passion, and admiration for her love
making skills, and her body:

“When you took my hand there in the darkness of your
room and kissed my palm with your sweet, warm mouth and
darted your tongue between my fingers, it was like
lightning to my soul. When you sucked my finger, my
passion soared. But never have I experienced sensations
such as you gave me.

“I found that woman part of you had a life of its own
with separate physical powers; undulating, grasping,
squeezing, how? Oh my lovely woman, goddess, I almost
past out with physical calamity.”

Ann smiled as she read. In her country all young girls
were taught how to control their pubocoygeal muscle
which surrounded their vagina just inside of it.
Actually, the muscle is like a figure 8 and is also used
to stop the flow of urine. Asian girls were taught to
exercise and control the muscle from age 10 and the
instruction continued until marriage. An older relative
usually became the instructor.

Her aunt would say, “Imagine you are urinating in the
bushes and you hear someone coming. How do you stop the
flow? You contract your love muscle. See, you’ve been
doing it for a long time and didn’t realize it. By
practicing you’ll gain control for love making. The next
time you are alone in the forest, sit on a fallen tree.
Pretend you’re going and then stop it. Do it many times.
Tighten the muscle, relax, without moving other parts.
To make sure you’re doing the muscle and not anything
else, move your legs apart a little. If you’re not sure,
look down to see if anything moves.

“The first week,” her aunt continued, “do this 6 times
each morning and evening. The next week start doing 20
and add another exercise: instead of holding the muscle
contracted for a while, tense and release it quickly 10
times, creating a fluttering sensation. Your muscle will
tire at first like any other, but by steadily increasing
the number of exercises (and being careful to relax
completely between contractions – too much muscle
tension is just as bad as not enough) you can build up
your strength and control.

“When you reach 50 contractions and flutters you will
probably find that you cause stronger clitoral
sensations and most likely you will have an intense
orgasm all by yourself without anybody near you – most
girls do – and when you make love you will have not just
one, but many, orgasms.”

Three days before she married the much older American,
her aunt offered a final lecture: “To make a man believe
you are virgin – even if not – squeeze before he tries
to enter, at least 2 or 3 times. Squeeze on the
outstroke and it will be tight like a virgin (she was a
virgin) and even years later it will hold him in longer,
giving pleasure. Then hold him still as you flutter and
contract in rhythm with your heart or with the rhythm of
the jungle where you learned. Finally, milk him when it
is time.”

Then, her aunt had shown Ann where the “love spot” was
deep inside of her. This one spot on the upper vaginal
wall held the secret to deep, satisfying sex. She must
teach her man how to touch it with his love tool. “It
took me a long time to find my spot,” her aunt said,
“and I know my body well. So be patient. Take the time
to get to know the inside of your vagina. Sit down or
get on your hands and knees.

“It is easier to find if you are very aroused, so take
this excuse for a little self-pleasuring before you
start. When you are highly aroused, or even after you’ve
cum, put your long middle finger in your vagina and feel
the upper (forward) surface.

“First is the rough Skene gland just inside the opening,
then you can feel a hard area that is the corner of the
pubic bone. Hook your finger in back of it, finding a
little hollow just before the smooth part leading back
to the cervix. Your finger will be pointing up at your
navel. Probe this area with your finger until you hit
the spot. You’ll feel quite a jolt and a momentary urge
to urinate, but don’t quit touching. Often it swells and
hardens like a bean. Keep stroking until warmth floods
over you.”


Now, on this late summer day, Ann skimmed through the
classified newspaper ads and found just what she was
looking for: “HOME REMODEL, Master carpenter, complete
remodels or small jobs. Bonded, insured, registered
Satisfaction guaranteed. 946-5555.” Ann called and made
an appointment for the next morning at 8 o’clock.

Bill left for work about 7 o’clock. That gave her just
enough time to shower before the carpenter arrived. At
last she was going to get a larger closet and a floor-
to-ceiling mirror in her bedroom. She was barely dry –
still naked – when the door chime sounded. Damn, the
carpenter was early. Wrapping a towel around her head,
she slipped into her bath robe and went to the door.

She was shocked at his appearance. He was about 30,
blond, blue eyes and more than 6 feet tall. A dream
walking! He smiled broadly at her obvious confusion and
said, “I’m Jim Bradley, your remodel man. May I come
in?” He was extremely handsome, with an athletic body
and smelled very masculine. Still in shock, she let him
in and led him to the bedroom to describe all of the
work she wanted done. She had discussed with Bill some
of the changes she wanted to make and he had waved his
hand expansively and said, “Whatever pleases you, dear.”

One side of the room had sliding doors the full width of
the room. “I want you to deepen the closets behind those
doors,” she said to Jim, “and I want a full length
mirror somewhere.” He nodded as he moved closer to
examine the closets. She felt his body brush against
hers as he stepped forward, his scent was strong and as
shocking as his appearance, causing a sudden unexpected
weakness to flood down her legs.

He was staring at the closet floor where she had only
minutes before tossed her bra and panties. Her face
flashed scarlet, the flush pouring down between her
breasts in spite of her attempt to remain calm.

When he pulled open her robe she fought back in
righteous indignation, but he firmly pushed her back
onto the bed – her feet still on the floor – he kneeled
there between her legs, his tongue parting her soft,
curly bush there. Then he wetly licked her clitoris. Her
own passionate response frightened her as her nude body
jerked helplessly and she realized it was too late now.

Then his body slid up on hers and she felt his mouth at
her nipples, then her rib cage and belly, then lower and
deep into her lush pubic hair again. Her backbone
tightened, and she gnawed her lip. Surprise broke
through her, raced up her back and went off inside her
head like rifle fire as his mouth drank at her pink
steaming fountain disguised by soft, dark hair. Twisting
and heaving, she tried once more to escape, but there
was no breaking free. Then she did not want to be free.

She pulled his hands up and placed them on her breast as
he began doing her nipples. She started grinding her
pelvis against his wet mouth and probing tongue. Her
nerve endings went crazy, her legs jerking with surging
shocks, she felt the searing of their rushes. The bed
came alive, and she clung to him. It grew and grew
inside her, bright darting tips of wet fire that reached
every tiny corner of her being.

Her orgasm burst against his tongue, exploding madly
against his mouth, her legs lifted up and she moaned.
Then his throbbing hardness entered her. Her moans
turned to gasps. His slow thrusts carried her further
and further into a place she’d never been before. She
remembered to contract her tunnel. Gasps became moans
again and – finally – a sobbing plea from her. His mouth
covered hers as he held her pulsing body close to his
pounding chest.

Eons later she came drifting slowly back, dreamily back,
every bone in her body gone soft and her flesh singing.
Her vagina was still slowly squeezing/relaxing
involuntarily. She realized it had not ever been like
this… so vibrant… with anybody else.

This was powerful medicine and she needed something to
protect herself and now. But she found no magic shield.
She was defenseless and utterly without protection. All
she knew for certain was that to lie with a man such as
this was to become part of the magic jungle of love most
women only dream about.

It was almost noon, but they were like c******n playing
without thought of time or place. They rolled together
as expert and graceful as cougar cubs; then the
inexplicable, unexpected, unplanned sensations added,
added and added up to a sudden crisis of delight that
left her gasping and weeping onto his shoulder.

When they were dressed at last, he made certain
suggestions about the remodel, and she eagerly agreed to
almost everything he said, including converting half of
the garage into a guest room with a new secret door
connecting her closet with the closet in the new guest
room; a new door in the guest room to the backyard, and
a huge mirror over what used to be a door between the
garage and the bedroom.

Bill had readily agreed to the remodel plan, but he knew
nothing of the mirror being a one-way glass allowing a
view from the guest room into the bedroom when the guest
room was dark and the bedroom light. Of course, Jim
Bradley not only did the remodel work, he also made love
to her almost every day. To fuck is to live, she

Jim and Ann grew more skilled at pleasing each other
without ever losing that wonderful sense of awe at each
other’s mere presence. Just being there, on her bed, or
curled up on the carpet, seemed a continual wonder to
them. They were lovers in every sense, and her pangs of
guilt at betraying Bill slowly faded.

Jim Bradley, was her lover and Ann was very grateful.
Anything she and Jim could imagine, any refinement of
pleasure they could dream, they did with tenderness,
with laughter, with breathless excitement. they would
sometimes lie naked for hours touching each other all
over, taking turns. “Is it nice if I touch you like
this? Like this? Like this?” She would nod dumbly… or
he would. But he always managed to leave before Bill
came home from work.

Never would she forget the first time they had used
their tender secret after the remodeling of the garage
and her bedroom. It was a weekend night, September 4th.
She and Bill had gone to bed about 10, but she had urged
him to take two halcyon tablets so he would get a full
nights rest. He agreed. “If you don’t mind,” she
murmured, “I think I’ll read awhile.”

Within a short time Bill was sleeping soundly and she
knew Jim had let himself into the guest room. As she had
planned, she quietly slipped out of bed and stood for a
half minute making sure Bill slept soundly before moving
into her remodeled closet and through the secret door
into the guest room. Yes, Jim was waiting. Bill,
sleeping soundly, was plainly visible through the one-
way glass.

She had insisted he stand as still as a statue as she
undressed him in the darkness and ran her tongue – and
long hair tresses – all over his body. He had groaned
with desire and conflicting pain of the struggle to not
move. Then, in sweet revenge, he had laid her on the bed
and kissed her lingering all over, in every well-
explored sensitive crevice of her naked body. Only when
she was actually weeping with longing did he slide into
her. Her head rolled, giving her an exhilarating sense
of danger and excitement as she watched her sleeping
husband through the one-way mirror as Jim’s thrusts grew
stronger within her.

Naked, she shivered with pleasure as he moved in her.
Soon they were panting like hounds hard pressed. Her
hands gripped his buttocks, forcing him deeper into her
contracting cunt as she watched sleeping Bill through
the mirror, but in some distant recess of her head she
could hear her own sobbing whimpers of pleasure settle
into a rhythm of lust which matched the rocking of their
loving bodies.

As lightning and thunder began to fill her, a jarring,
grating noise intruded. Her eyes flew to the mirror
again where she could see Bill, nude, disappearing into
the bathroom. But she could not stop her shuddering,
gasping orgasm as Jim’s cum spurted into her in hot,
throbbing jets. Kissing him deeply, she jumped out of
bed, grabbing her gown as she fled back to Bill’s bed,
quickly turning off her lamp and jumping under the sheet
in the now darkened bedroom.

In a few moments she felt Bill slipping into bed beside
her. His hands began to roam over her body – she could
think of no rational way to stop him – his hands roamed,
caressed, and then one slid down her belly and became as
still as a stone as it felt the heat and wetness of her
fresh-fucked cunt.

Frantically she whispered, “You were asleep and I was so
worked up thinking about us making love… I was just
wanting it, you know… I did fluttering on the floor so
I would not awaken you… and I kept fluttering inside
because you were fast asleep and I needed it.”

With relief she heard his happy chuckle as he pulled her
hand down and wrapped it around his now swelling penis.
What idiots men are, she thought. Okay, her pussy would
love another nice session, but a fast, short quickie
would more likely result.

Bill, as always, was clumsy. Feeling her heated wetness,
he gave a great groan and flung his full 220 pounds on
top of her, moaning and burying his face in her breasts,
kissing hard and biting without mercy. They rolled
together on the bed as he thrust with impatient,
unskilled stabs at her body, thumping his hardness into
her thighs, at her back, against her steaming wet
softness until there was that one second of terrifying
pleasure as frightening as falling from a tree, as
painful as a knife stab, when his stiff, hard cock found
the sweet hidden secret place and pushed in.

For a split second they both froze still, stunned by the
sensation (a complete surprise to her), then he shook
her body like a terrier holding a rat, and in seconds
she was begging as though she had not been so shortly
before filled with her lover’s throbbing cock.

Her legs and arms hugged him to her heated body and they
writhed like frantic snakes. In less than 20 seconds,
with a great bellow, he collapsed and lay still and she
– with a newly awakened hunger; now greedy and
insatiable – arched her back and rubbed and rubbed
against him frantically, to bring on her own orgasm.
Then as her pussy began to contract, she could plainly
hear the smacking sound as it milked his rigid, spurting

That will hold him for a week, she thought wryly.


But the next morning Bill awakened her, obviously still
excited but not realizing that last night’s excitement
had come from the scent and feel of his wife, fresh-
fucked by a forbidden lover. His arms pulled her to him
for a hard biting kiss and his other hand smoothed down
the silk of her back and then clenched her buttocks with
his fingernails digging in. Her mouth opened wide under
his as he f****d her legs apart and took her as roughly
as an enemy.

He was so excited!

She also was (thinking about last night and having sex
with Jim behind her magic mirror). One of his hands
clasped hers above her head so that she was helpless
beneath him, while the other pulled up her gown, but
when she struggled he reluctantly backed off and slowed
his inexpert heavy thrusts. But she freed her hands only
to hold him closer and guide him inside her.


Several nights later she woke up with a start. The room
was dark and Bill was sleeping soundly. At first she
didn’t know what had disturbed her. But looking at the
mirror, she suddenly knew. Quickly she went to the guest
room, tearing off her gown as Jim ripped his pants away,
she flung herself like a wildcat on him.

Both of them gasped as she rode him astride, like a
cowgirl breaking a raunchy stallion. she pounded his
chest, his neck and his face with her fists until the
climax of pleasure felled her like a crashing fir tree
to lie beside him. Then he spent a long, long time just
holding her and whispering love and approval of her. She
basked in his loving admiration.


Two days later she called him begging him to come. She
was exultant now. She purred deep within, knowing the
excitement of new love. Free, because she knew there was
nothing to fear now. On the soft, smooth skin of her
belly she felt his rough face – unshaven – sliding down
to her rich, full pussy. Her body arched in abandonment.
Her reeling senses climbed ever higher until she cried
out softly, and again and again. A long time passed
before she once more became aware of his gentle

The next time blew his mind. She had pleaded with him to
come over whenever he liked when husband Bill was at
work, because it was sometimes impossible for him to
come late at night. So he started over one day, but just
as he neared her house her front door opened and Bill
walked out. Of course, Jim had no way of knowing that
Bill had come back to pick up his forgotten billfold, so
he waited until Bill drove off before he went on into
her house. He saw at once that Bill had made love to her
before leaving with the billfold.

Angry, but excited, Jim pulled her down right there on
the living room floor. She was hot, wet and open…oooh
she was sweet. The sweetest thing in the world, he
thought, is a fresh- fucked girl. As he held her nude,
warm body, he thought, Why should I be mad because she
screwed her husband? Lady Luck is allowing me to share –
to have the major share – for sure.

He well knew that her husband was usually inept at love
making, but he also knew that Ann’s sexual drive was so
powerful that even the least skilled of men could easily
excite her to powerful orgasm. Smiling to himself, he
softly caressed her very wet, very heated, very
recently-fucked cunt. His tongue lapped up the warm
mixed juices on her still throbbing pussy. So sweet!
Uuumh. They did a 69 as she took his nice cock into her
warm mouth while he licked and loved her so alive pussy.
Unlike most men, Jim’s penis curved upward like a

It touched her “love spot” over and over again. She
could hear the jungle rhythm as her pussy fluttered as
her aunt had taught…

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