She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Except it was not a tongue of normal proportions. It slithered from the recesses of her throat, extended past her chin, and continued to stretch, like an uncoiling pink snake, several feet long. The tip of the tongue dipped all the way to his penis, and there, it tickled the underside of his testicles, warm and moist.

God in heaven I know this has got to be a nightmare . . . no way in hell any of this is actually happening.

But his body responded, a massive erection building. Although everything in him was screaming against this obscenity, he was powerless to break the growing tides of sensation.

She worked him slowly and expertly with her monstrous tongue. Soon, he was breathing hard, skin flushed.

After she had coaxed him to the precipice of an orgasm, she withdrew. She removed her bra and panties, let both pieces fall to the floor.

Her body, fully revealed, was spectacular. In spite of himself, his erection throbbed harder, in anticipation of the intimacy to come.

“I’ve built up quite the appetite since my last coupling.” She winked, and prepared to mount him. “Abide with me, my dear. It’s going to be a long night.”

39

Troy opened his eyes to sunlight streaming through the shutters. He was in his bedroom. Monica’s side of the mattress was empty.

He nearly leaped out of the bed. He was bare-chested and clad in a pair of cotton lounge pants, his normal bedtime wear. But he had a slight headache pulsing behind his eyes, as if he’d had too much to drink.

What the hell had happened?

There were no candles in the room. No ropes hanging from the bedposts. No gag in his mouth.

He ran his fingers across his wrists. They felt tender, as they might have if they’d been secured with rope.

He hurried toward the bathroom. As he moved, his legs and lower back ached, too.

Like I’ve been screwing all night, he thought.

In the bathroom’s bright fluorescents, he examined his body. Redness encircled both of his wrists, and his ankles, too. There was a scatter of bite marks on his chest, and a quarter-sized welt marked his collarbone region; he hadn’t gotten a hickey since he was a sophomore in college.

His penis looked normal, but it was sore to the touch.

Grace rode me like a goddamn cowboy.

Bits and pieces of memory came back to him, and much to his chagrin, it was not entirely unpleasant. He remembered the biting, the licking, the sucking . . . the relentless grinding as she milked seemingly every ounce of bodily fluids from him. He’d experienced multiple, spine-rattling orgasms. Viewed from a purely physical perspective, it was the most amazing sex he’d ever had.

Nevertheless, he felt dirty. It was his wife’s mother.