Belinda was my wife for fifteen years. We married when I was twenty-five years old and she was twenty-three. She was the first woman I ever made love to. I started late. She had been married for a year before she married me, from the age of twenty to twenty-one.
Actually, I had known her in college when she was a freshman of eighteen, but I had never made a move. Our paths crossed often at a coffeehouse just off campus that was run by a local church. It was their student out-reach program. The coffeehouse was in the basement and served simple coffee drinks and teas. It was not gourmet at all. Simple stuff for students who came to hear the folk music played virtually every night, if anyone showed up for the open mike sessions.
Belinda came in occasionally. I was working there as a sort of bartender or barista. Anyway, we just called ourselves Cafe-keepers. I did that a couple of nights a week, usually on Fridays and Saturdays. It wasn't as if I had anyone in my life. I was lonely and this gave me a chance to meet people. Any people, not just girls, although that never hurt.
I was a junior at the time. I had never had a girlfriend since high school. Even in high school I dated only three or four times. I don't really recall. They were not memorable dates. In college I had fared even more poorly, never having had a date at all. It was not that I was shy, but that I was not exactly forceful. When any girl I asked out said no thanks I took that as a no and never bothered to ask again. Perhaps she was being coy. Perhaps she expected pursuit. It was beyond me. I just moved on.
One time and one time only I got lucky. Belinda must have been feeling lonely, and she asked me to come back to her apartment for a beer after closing the coffeehouse. I jumped at the chance. We closed at one o'clock in the morning of Saturday, after a Friday evening of folk music, and Belinda took me to her apartment only a block away.
After having a beer we started making out. I was so horny that I had been erect since we walked to her apartment. She couldn't help but feel my hard on as our bodies got closer and I felt her breasts against my chest. She actually rubbed my cock through my pants. It was no surprise to me when I came almost immediately. She was surprised though. She even giggled a little, which didn't help. That was the last time I was alone with Belinda in college.
I finished my degree program and found work there in town. I liked my college town. I heard from mutual friends that Belinda had married and quit school. Her husband turned out to be an alcoholic and she divorced him in less than a year. She was twenty-one and living with a friend.
It was not that large a town when you ran in the same crowds. I still saw Belinda occasionally at parties, and even at the old coffeehouse at times. She never referred to my little contretemps, nor did I. Finally, when I reached twenty-four, I asked her out on a regular date. She hadn't anyone special in her life, so she decided to give it a try. This time I took it slow and we hit it off. In fact, so well did we mesh that we decided to marry after dating for a year.
We married and we moved soon after to Southern California. I had been transferred there by my company. Engineers were in demand at the time. We settled in and grew to love the lifestyle of beaches and mountains within driving distance. Both of us were active and enjoyed both surfing and skiing. It was a good life for fifteen years. Until I found her with Jeffrey. I arrived home early from a conference in Vegas and walked in to find her getting fucked doggy-style by the pool boy. Honest to god. The damned pool boy.
As I was walking out she was moaning loud enough for me to hear her until I passed through the front door. I had no idea where I was going. I was driving my Land Rover. Taking the closest route inland I headed for the Coachella Valley. It was turning dark as I passed through Indio heading east past the Joshua Tree National Park. I hadn't stopped in hours. I needed to piss. Badly. I had neglected to stop at a station or rest stop. Now I was out under the stars and I need to piss. I pulled off the Interstate at the nearest exit, which seemed to have a gas station.
It was closed. Abandoned. Empty and desolate. I got out and went around to the back to take a leak. I did my business and was shaking it off when I heard it. Sort of like a loud wind but with overtones of crying, or something similar. I was turning to get back into my vehicle when I felt the air pulled from my lungs. I thought I would die. The stars above seemed to fade into nothingness and I fell into a well of inky blackness.
A bright light awakened me. Where was I? I couldn't tell. I awoke on a soft pad on a white, plastic-like floor. I was in a box made of a clear material allowing me to look out and around me. There was a sort of corridor passing by the box and all the other boxes lined up on both sides of it. I seemed to be in a box at the end of the corridor. One of my walls was blank, as if there were no other cells to that side. It was just like a prison or county jail, but the cells were clear glass or plastic, or some such material. Each box that I could see contained a naked woman. I was naked myself, but I seemed to be the lone man among about thirty or so women.
I had only been awake a minute or two when something came moving down the corridor. It was covered with a satiny material that covered it completely, and it moved quickly and decisively to my cell. I was unable to make out what it was, or even what it looked like, but it seemed to be the size of a normal human. I suppose that was it's purpose, to hide itself from me. It stopped outside the cell next to mine and touched a pad on the wall with a covered appendage. An opening appeared and the woman inside was somehow herded out of the opening and toward my cell. When she was in front of my cell it opened, as the being touched my cell's pad, and she scurried in. The creature made a noise like a "hwonka." From then on I just called it Wonk. It left us together, alone.
The woman seemed to be about thirty years old. She had long hair. It was raven colored and it was rather matted, but she was otherwise clean looking. Somehow they all appeared clean here, from what I could see. I had to assume they had been here awhile. You don't just gather a group like this in a day or so. She attempted a smile but it was not successful. She might have been prettier if she smiled. But she wasn't unattractive. In fact, her body was quite lovely. Her breasts had not quite begun to sag, but were round and real. Her hips were broad and her legs were long, even though she was shorter than I. I spoke to her and she tilted her head. I tried my Spanish and a few words of French and German, but she clearly could not comprehend me.
Then the clear substance of the walls suddenly turned black, with a light source from above keeping us lit, so that I could still see her but I could not see out. As soon as this occurred she moved toward me and wrapped her arms about me. She laid her head upon my bare chest. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, such that her hardening nipples were causing me to become aroused. I was growing, even in this odd situation. My cock was becoming stiff and touching her tummy.
It seemed incredible to me. Here I was, apparently abducted by someone or something. And I was feeling sexually aroused by a stranger in a strange place. Was I part of some odd experiment that I didn't understand? I couldn't tell. All I knew right then was that I wanted to fuck this woman. I laid her on the sleeping pad and she looked up at me with a bit of wonder. I spread her legs and she seemed to understand. She pulled her legs up and her vulva lips spread apart. My prick was hard, and I entered her. She gasped, as if she was surprised, but she made it clear she didn't mind. She put her hands on my hips and I began fucking her, slowly at first, but then faster. I gained speed and depth as she emitted a moan. Her nipples got even harder and her eyes closed as she experienced the sex with me. I needed this. Belinda had never wanted sex more often that once or twice a month. I now could feel what I had missed as I humped this stranger's pussy.
I couldn't tell if she had an orgasm or not, but she continued breathing heavily and taking my full prick into her cunt. I was about to burst and I did. I filled her with my seed. As I withdrew from her pussy the walls went transparent again, and the being or creature appeared before my cell. The woman quickly arose and exited through the opening it made in my cell. No words had been spoken. Wonk herded her away, not stopping at the cell she had been in before, but down the corridor and out of sight.
At that time it came to me that I needed to evacuate my bowels. I had no idea how one did that here. I arose and, with a lot of embarrassment, went to a corner at random and squatted. Immediately a klaxon rang out and I jumped up. A spotlight appeared and illuminated another corner of the cell. I gathered I should go there. I did and was able to perform my business. It seemed to be absorbed into the floor of the cell. From then on, when I needed to urinate or otherwise, I went to that corner.
I felt rather dirty at the moment, and I was somewhat gratified to see a shower of water pouring down from the ceiling in a new corner. I went over to it and was happy to find the water was warm and contained a cleaning agent that washed away any residues of dirt or spunk I had on me. It seemed to be draining out through the floor itself. Perhaps a strong sort of osmosis. The water stopped abruptly and I was left to dry off as I was. I sat on my sleeping pad until I saw that something had come up through the floor. It didn't look like food, but I was famished. I went over and stuck a finger in the gelatinous mess on the floor. It tasted of nothing really, but it wasn't too bad. I ate what was there. I had no idea when I might eat again. A spout appeared in the floor and I drank water that tasted distilled. That is, no flavor at all. It shut off as I was gulping what I could.