Death by proxy
Warning sexual language and content 18+ please
Imogen rested in her queen-sized bed. It was a new bed having given away the small twin one to a younger person, a child. Why she brought such a small bed in the first place made her question her judgement and decision making. Yes, she wanted to be alone and not have to make a decision to share her space – see there is no room for you, now go away. She also knew that immediately upon getting the bigger bed there would be a man in it with her.
A man actually helped her put the bed frame together and she was appreciative, but she could have easily done it herself. She was very handy and strong and knew how to follow instructions even if they were just in picture format and written in Chinese. This same man wanted to jump right in and under the covers with her. No, no, no, back off and back away. This wasn’t like Imogen to refuse a little play in the hay especially when this play thing was packaged so nicely.
What had changed.
Imogen was dying. Maybe not immanently, but eventually and possibly sooner than that. She wasn’t in much pain, just a little, more would come it was told her. She had prepared herself mentally for this eventuality when it did come, but what weighed heavily on her mind and heart was her beautiful husband. Where was he? Maybe he would care to know what was happening to her, but just as likely he would not. She had not seen or heard from him since he had sent a proxy in his stead for her birthday. He later showed up to surprise her and for this she was more than grateful. And what they enjoyed together, the three of them, completely wiped away any concerns she had had as to whether he loved and desired her. But that was six months ago.
This is not a somber tail, really it isn’t but it is not very sexy either. Oh, Imogen still wanted a cock in her mouth and one between her legs too and she was wet and ready even in her weakened condition.
The big change for her was a decision.
She would not fuck again unless it was with her beloved. Could she keep her final resolve? Was she being stoic for no good reason as if denying herself pleasure would earn her brownie points in the afterlife. Would he even know that she did this for him, or would he assume, knowing her as he did, that she had given of herself lovingly and freely to all those who caught her imagination.
Imogen quietly closed her eyes snuggled and got comfortable under the covers, her right hand gently resting on and tenderly petting the girdle of Venus. Soft, dreamlike music played in her mind and she drifted in and out of awareness. Someone approached waving a large key in front of his face masking his features. He was very handsome, what she could see of him and also well endowed.
My darling Imogen, I am sent as a proxy by your beloved husband. See the key in my hand, he has given it to me to unlock your girdle and give you absolution and release. He has instructed me to tell you that he loves you very much but is unable at this time to be with you. Please accept his gift and do not be mournful that it is not he in person who fucks you. You will be pleasured beyond this life and into the next.
As he finishes his introduction speech the key is inserted and the lock clicks open…
Imogen sees her beloved as he was when they first met and he twirls her in the air higher and higher.
Loved by Proxy
Scene One: The Depression.
Imogen’s birthday was coming up in a few days and she was depressed, not just because she was getting older but because she was in separation from her beautiful husband and would most likely spend her big event all alone.
She didn’t care about birthdays that much. Correction, she didn’t care about her birthday. Growing up, her birthday wasn’t considered a special occasion, an excuse for a party and a good time. There were no gifts or well wishes and she had accepted that as the way of it. Now, a birthday was just a ticking of the clock, a waving of the hand good bye to youth, and another step in the wrong direction of life.
‘Stop it Imogen, she said to herself, you are youngish still, beautiful, sexy, desirable, adorable and smart. A divine feminine, a sexual goddess. Always wet and ready.
One man had called her a femme fatal and said she had broken his heart. He had fallen in love with her in an instant, and also wanted to tie her down immediately. She was having non of that. Even her beautiful husband said that fucking her just once would and could change a man forever. Was he talking about himself she wondered?
Scene Two: The Hotel
She arrived at the hotel at 3pm and was checked in immediately. The penthouse suite was the best she had ever been in. There was a hot tub in the far corner of the room and the bed was a king. Her instructions were to take a bath, have a rest, because she would need it for the night’s activities, and to meet him in the hotel dining room at 7pm sharp. He sure liked giving her detailed instructions including what to wear. Dress yourself with maximum care to sexual appeal, backless little black dress, high top boots and absolutely no panties are permitted. These details made Imogen soaking wet in anticipation. She could hardly hold herself together and her body went orgasmic all by itself.
Scene Three: The Letter
The hostess seated her at a table for two, very romantic and private placed in a little alcove away from other diners. Imogen sat there for a few moments, all nerves, pins and needles waiting for her beautiful one to walk into the room, kiss her lips, say happy birthday, and take the chair opposite to her.
She heard his steps approaching. He sat in the chair across from her, looked into her eyes and handed her an envelope.
The letter read:
darling slut wife, I apologize for not being with you tonight to celebrate your birthday, but I am giving you a present. He is sitting across from you now as you read this. He is my gift to you and you are to think of him as representing me. He is my proxy. I chose him especially with you in mind because I know what excites you and what you need. Do not feel hurt. I am your master first and your husband second. Obey and enjoy. Also, you should know that this man is in desperate need of your sexual healing and you must think of this as your duty as a healer and not just another fuck.
Imogen sat there stunned faced. To say she was disappointed would be an understatement. She was shocked and crushed yet again. How could he be so cold and cruel. Anger and rage took the place of need and desire. She was going to fuck this guy to kingdom come. He better watch out Mr. Proxy!
Scene Four – The Diners
Imogen allowed one tear to roll down her right cheek. Mr. Proxy leaned in and taking his pale-yellow linen hanky from the breast pocket of his dark sports jacket gently wiped the tear away. My god he was gorgeous. This was the first time she really looked at him. An Adonis. Well done darling husband, you do know exactly my type.
Tell me Mr. Proxy, what is your name, and what are your instructions?
My name, darling beautiful one, is of no importance and you are to treat me as you would treat your husband and think of me as your husband for this evening that we share together. We will be playing a little game, something that I think you will enjoy, but we will speak more of this once our dinner is over.
The more Imogen looked at Mr. Proxy, the wetter she became. She just couldn’t help it. If her beautiful husband was sitting there instead of him, he would have already moved his chair closer to her and put his hand up under her dress. His fingers feeling her wetness and finding that little button would caress and press in a circular motion until the desired moans would escape her relaxed mouth. The more people around their table the better, even if a server was standing right there to take their order. He was bold and brazen and didn’t give a shit if others knew what he was doing to her and where his hand was.
As if reading her mind, he slid his chair next to hers and placed his arm around her shoulders and turning her towards him kissed her lips. His lips – oh my. Imogen could cum just from looking at his lips. If any lips suggested sex, dirty sex, his did. Happy Birthday beautiful Imogen. We will have an adventure together this evening that you will hopefully never forget, and neither will I.
Scene Five – The Game
Imogen liked games. She liked rough games. Being afraid really turned her on. She liked to be taken and forced, not against her will because she was always very willing. It took the ownness for her actions away from her and she could just feel and enjoy with a guilt free conscious. She also liked being a fuck doll, a pet, a slave, a submissive. Her husband knew this about her. They had talked about some of the games they would play with each other but had never ended up doing any of these things. As soon as their eyes met and lips connected all games and elaborate plans went out the window.
Mr. Proxy was a masterful lover there was no doubt about it. She could not complain about his technique. They started out their adventure naked in the hot tub. Glasses of champagne. Romantic music playing in the background. He gave her a full body massage and let his hands roam all over her private places. Imogen was very wet and wanting for sure but there was something missing. What game? What fear? What Love? She needed her husband not his proxy.
Mr. Proxy had his face between her legs when there was a very loud banging on the door. Imogen couldn’t immediately see who entered but she could sense his rage because he was yelling abuses.
What the fuck do you think you are doing you fucking whore. I leave you alone for one minute and here you are fucking some baby-faced chick. You slut wife cock hound cum eating whore.
If you think your cunt was sore last time, this time you won’t be able to fuck any of these chicks you love so much.
I am going to make you suck my cock for hours until I cum in the back of that damaged throat of yours.
Grabbing her by the hair he pulls her off the bed and forces her down on her knees, lick my balls and make them nice and wet, that’s right, get me ready slut. Open your cock sucking mouth and suck. His cock has grown to it fullness and is pressing on the back of Imogen’s throat gagging her and making her choke. That’s right gag and choke on my cock you cheating slut as he face fucks her holding on to her short blond hair for leverage.
You are a bad, bad slut wife and you need to be punished. I have never punished you but this time you have gone too far. Fucking this baby-face behind my back, and spreading your legs for him. I thought I told you to keep your god dammed legs closed. You couldn’t do it could you, even for a few days. I’m going to spank you good and hard and don’t expect this young fellow here to rescue you either.
Imogen creamed herself as he pulled her over his knees and slapped her bare ass cheeks ten times until they were good and red.
You think you want to make a cuckold out of me, well think again. Your young man here can watch the master in action and learn a few things about how a woman wants to be treated or at least how my Imogen likes to be treated.
Imogen was trembling with want and desire. All her holes needed filing but he was making her wait, he wanted her to beg for it. Please master, fuck my cunt, fuck me in the ass too, I have waited so long. I need you, I want you, I desire you, you are the only one that can satisfy me. Please master I beg you ….. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck she chanted.
Do not feel sorry for Imogen, this was not abuse, his descriptive use of language to the average person sounded base, and vulgar, and harsh, but all Imogen heard was, baby I love you so much. You are my life, my heart, my soul. I will never leave you and I will be with you and protect you for the rest of my life.
Scene Six: The Breakfast
The three of them skipped breakfast that morning.