Jack's Curse
By Stewy



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My wife's wide hips were encased in a loose black dress that went down to her
knees. The thin straps up top did nothing to cover up her chest as her dress
displayed a healthy portion of cleavage. Her heavy body clunked down the steps
in her heels before she reached the bottem, were I stood waiting in a tux and
a heavy overcoat.

"Very nice." I said simply, admiring her dress.

Ashley smiled and reached into the closet and pulled out her fur coat,
wrapping it around her body.

"Shall we?" I asked, offering her my elbow. Ashley took my elbow and we opened
the door. We really were a perfect match, same color hair, same color eyes,
and we were even the same height at 5'8". I was excited about going to her
company's christmas party. This would be my first time going to a high class
party like this and it made me feel both well off, and lucky to be with my
wife, who, with her recent promotion to vice president of the entire company,
was now far more succesful than I.

We scurried out along the path through the snow I had shoveled earlier that
morning and jumped into the car, turning the ignition quickly. One of the best
things about our car in the winter was how fast it heated up. We slowly pulled
out onto the snowy road and drove off.

Finally we arrived at Swarrington Plaza, and pulled into the enormous parking
garage underneath the tall and giant office building. Jennifer showed the
policeman at the entrance her pass and the kind man waved us in. We walked
through the cold parking lot and into the elevator. Ashley pushed the button
for the 58th floor and up we went.

I looked at the digital sign above the elevator door that read "B" as it
quickly changed to "L", then "1", and then "2".

I felt my wife's large body pressed into my side as her red lipstick covered
lips began nibbling at my earlobe. I stood there watching the numbers go up
and up and up.

"Don't let me catch you looking at any of the girls up there." she whispered,
kissing my ear.

"Or I might get REALLY jealous." she breathed, biting my ear sexily. My
arousal getting flipped on like a switch.

"Ok honey," I reasoned with her, "We wouldn't want Jack to walk in front of
all your nice co-workers with a big stiffy would we?"

"No?" she breathed into my ear.

Ashley pulled back her fur coat mischivously, exposing the tops of those huge
creamy white breasts of hers. Her hand rested gently on my chest and slid down
my front, stopping mercifully at my lower abdomen through the thick material
of my heavy over coat. I heard the liquidy sound of her lips curling into a
playful smile before she let out a deep throaty giggle into my ear. I wasn't
keen on playing one of her games at the present moment. The thought of walking
out into a sea of hundreds of people with a pounding erection tenting my pants
wasn't nearly as exciting as it was to her.

"Ok. Hehe." I said, pretending to play along and drawing myself slightly away
from her. I looked over at her and she was eyeing me up while she bit her
lower lip.

"45" the elevator read. "46... 47... 48"

Ashley lowered strap of her dress over her right shoulder and playfully slid
her finger between the material of her dress, and her right breast. I saw the
outline of her finger through her dress as she passed it side to side
teasingly while she grinned playfully at me. I smiled back and fought as hard
as I could not to be aroused by my wife. Her lips opened slightly as she slid
her finger between her breasts, staring at me with those dominant eyes.

"52" "53" "54"

My wife grinned and pulled the strap back up over her shoulder. She wrapped
her fur coat back around herself and grabbed my arm to make us look official.

"55" "56" "57" "58"

*Dong* the elevator chimed.

The doors swung open and light burst into the elevator like we had opened the
gates of heaven. Tremendous golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling that was
so very high above. Laughter and the sound of voices boomed throughout the
room along with the sound of clanging of glasses as people toasted with their
drinks. The hired help wore very expensive looking serving outfits as they
carried around silver plates of food and trays with glasses of champagne.
Everyone there was dressed up as formal as they could get. Most all the guys
wore tuxes, and the women wore very dashing gowns and dresses of all different
shapes, colors, and sizes.

"May I take your coat Madam?" asked a tall man in a snappy white outfit with
short dark hair and a french mustauche, reaching out towards my wife who
pealed off her coat and handed it to him.

A man to my right offered me his hands and I took off my coat and handed it to
him. My wife once again took my arm and we walked into the sea of people.

"Oh, there's my boss, Mr.Welsby." said Ashley, gesturing to an older man
standing next to a long table filled with finger food and helping himself with
a small plate in his hand.

I saw my wife's posture instantly change. She stood up straighter and
stretched out her neck, puffing up her chest and pushing her shoulders back
slightly as we walked towards the table.

"Mr.Welsby, so nice to see you." said Ashley, drawing his attention.

"Oh Ashley, glad you could make it." said the gray haired man in a voice that
sounded like an impression of the Godfather.

"Have you met my husband Jack?" she asked, gesturing towards me before before
folding her hands demurely under her belly, gently squeezing her breasts
together with her arms. Her breaths became long, slow, and deliberate, causing
her breasts to rise and expand against her dress.

"Oh, very good." he said reaching over and shaking my head.

"Nice to meet you." I replied politely, shaking his hand firmly.

"You know, Ashley is one of my breast employees." he said in his tired old
voice, not noticing his error and stealing a glance at her chest.

It was a difficult task not to laugh, but I managed it alright, cracking a
thick humoured smile. I didn't blame the old guy for looking at my wife, I had
the same problem.

"Oh stop." she said, mocking false humbleness as she patted his chest gently
with her fingers.

Mr.Welsby smiled and seemed to be lit up by Ashley's presence.

"You two don't have drinks in your hands." noticed Mr.Welsby.

"We only just arrived." I said to him.

Mr.Welsby snapped his fingers and caught the attention of a server walking
nearby with a tray of drinks. He instantly caught Mr.Welsby's eye and wandered
over quickly. We all 3 grabbed a glass of champagne. Mr.Welsby held up his
drink to a toast.

"To the success of the company..." he began, stealing another glance at my
wife's heaving neckline, "...Uhhh... and... to the Ashley, our new Vice
President."

Ashley grinned as our glasses clanged together and we all took a sip. Ashley's
glass didn't tip back down till she had emptied all of its contents.

*Jingle Bell Rock began playing aloud*

"C'mon honey, let's dance." said Ashley, grabbing my arm. I quickly downed the
rest of my glass and put it down on the table.

"Nice seeing you Mr.Welsby." said Ashley. I waved gently as I was tugged onto
the dance floor by my wife.

I took to the dance floor like a fish in water, allowing myself to succumb to
the rythem of the music. My feet twisted and stepped with my wife, spinning
her around with my arms and bouncing my feet all around. My wife looked like a
kid on a rollercoaster, smiling at me the whole time as we danced and danced
and danced with the christmas music blairing.

After a while, she slowed down a bit and told me she wanted a drink. I nodded
and moseyed through the crowds of strangers back towards the table I had met
Mr.Welsby at earlier, searching for a server with a drink tray. I kept
looking, but couldn't find one. I kept searching deeper and deeper within the
crowds till finally I saw a server talking to a hot little number with firey
red hair and a red dress that matched it. I shoved through more people and
walked towards the server, not wanting get in his way as he hit on the young
athletic looking woman, I figured I would just quickly snatch the glasses of
his tray. As I approached them, I heard a woman speak to me.

"Jack? Jack Carter?" a voice asked, sounding familiar, though I couldn't quite
place it. I turned to see the red head speaking to me, glancing back at the
man with drinks who was glaring at me frustratedly, obviously upset I had
drawn her attention away from him.

"Huh?" I asked, bemusedly.

"Oh my god, it IS you. It's Rebecca. Rebecca Welsby. Don't you remember me?"
her words hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Welsby," I thought, "I hadn't even drawn a connection. Is she related to my
wife's boss?" I wondered.

Rebecca Welsby was my ex-girlfriend. She had been the hardest break-up of my
entire life. Getting rid of her was like prying a giant mole off the bottem of
my ass. She had serious emotional troubles that girl. When I broke up with her
she had tried to kill herself. Bad memories began to flood my brain before a
voice snapped me out of it.

"I uhhhh..." I began to stutter, feeling my stomach sink, "OH YEAH." I said,
pretending to be amazed and thrilled to see her.

"How ARE you?" I asked, nodding my head lamely, taking in the sight of her.
Her body was nothing like I had remembered it. I wouldn't have recognized her
if she hadn't said hello. It was so muscular and athletic, like she played a
whole bunch of tennis or something. Her legs were on full display in her short
red dress, that only came halfway down her muscular thighs.

"Tsk." the server clucked, shaking his head with a sigh like he had been blown
off as he wandered away.

"You know you have lipstick on your ear?" she asked me with a toothy smile.

"Oh." I replied, embaressed and remembering my wife's kisses in the elevator
as I took out my hankerchief and wiped it off.

"Who's the lucky girl?" she asked, her interested smile already making me feel
uncomfortable.

"My wife." I replied, making myself feel safe from this headcase.

"Wife? Oh wow. Congratulations. She's a very lucky woman." she said, her voice
filled obvious contempt.

"Yeah." I responded, scratching the back of my head, my uncomfortableness was
increasing as she gazed at me.

"Want a martini?" she asked, lifting up her glass of clear liquid with an
olive on a stick in it.

"Uh, no thanks." I refused, trying to think of a way to give her a quick
goodbye.

Rebecca glared at me with hungry eyes as she lifted the stick with the olive
on it to her lips and slid it slowly between her teeth, biting down on the
olive and sliding the stick out. She held it there for a long moment before
her tongue danced across the olive and pushed it into her mouth sexily.

"Uhhhh... yeah, I..." I began, about to tell her I had to leave before I was
interrupted from behind.

"THERE you are Honey." said my wife's voice as she approached me from behind
and pressed her body to my side, lifting her hand around me to where my
shoulder met my neck. She gave a confident glare at Rebecca, holding me to her
like a wolf protecting its kill.

"Who are you talking to sweetie?" she asked, jealousy consuming her voice as
her hand began to stroke the nape of my neck softly with her fingers, sending
shivers down my spine as she inched closer to me, her breast pressing into my
arm.

"This is an old friend of mine Ashley, Rebecca Welsby. Rebecca, Ashley.
Ashley, Rebecca." I introduced.

"Oh... So nice to meet you." fawned Ashley fakely, reaching out her hand to
shake Rebecca's.

"Likewise." said Rebecca, the tension in the air was held tight like a rubber
band that was threatening to snap. No manner of kind words could hide the fact
that these two women instantly hated each other, snarling at each other
unspokenly.

"Are you related to Donald Welsby by any chance?" Ashley asked cheerily.

"He's my grandfather." Rebecca answered matter of factly.

"Oh, well isn't that nice." said my wife, her voice sounding ever so fake.

I felt my wife's breast squash harder into me as she leaned in and began
whispering sexily into my ear.

"Honey," she pouted, "Where's my drink? I thought you were gonna get me one."
she pretended to whine like a little girl before she nibbled at my ear.

Rebecca's facial expression grew colder. Her lip curled slightly and her brow
dropped a bit in disgust. My wife was marking her territory, making sure this
woman knew who I belonged to. She kissed my ear a bit more and I felt my dick
stirring in my pants.

"It was nice meeting you... I'm sorry what was your name again?" she asked,
pretending to have forgotten Rebecca's name.

"Rebecca." she said coldly, shaking Ashley's hand once again.

"Let's go find those drinks sweetie." my wife said, leading me away from
Rebecca without saying goodbye.

The night trudged on and on and on. The party was fantastic. The food was
great, the drinks were great, and me and my wife danced the better half of the
night. The other half she used to introduce me to her co-workers and important
people. I felt like I was getting showed off like a prized pet.

Before the party ended, things began to dull and quiet down. My wife said it
was time to go and we went and got our coats back before stepping into the
elevator. On the way down my wife threw herself onto me, the alcohol on her
breath told me she was a little tipsy. She kissed me passionately and pressed
me into a wall, thrusting her body against me and making out with me all the
way down. Finally we reached the ground floor and the heavy material of my
coat was being pushed out and upward between my legs, displaying my arousal
for all to see, but the parking lot was more or less empty.

Driving on the dark snowy roads, we made our way back home. When we got
inside, we threw off our coats.

"Upstairs!" commanded my wife, trodding upwards in front of me. I followed,
watching her wide hips and butt sway back and forth under her dress. When we
got into the bedroom, she began unbuttoning my tux, pulling off the jacket and
tossing it aside recklessly. She unbuttoned my shirt agressively as she stood
so close to me, her hands and arms bumping into her large boobs, causing them
to shift and wobble. She pulled the shirt out from my pants and undid my
cufflinks.

"Up!" she ordered. I lifted my arms up as she lifted the shirt up and off of
my arms and tossed it onto my jacket.

"Down!" she barked, pointing to the bed. I was very used to this and I walked
calmly over to the bed and lay down on my back. Ashley opened the drawer on
the night stand and pulled out a pair of hand cuffs. She cuffed one hand and
wrapped the metal chain around one of the metal bars on the bed post before
cuffing the other. I lay down on my back, topless and defensless, feeling the
soft material of the quilt underneath me.

Ashley walked over to the dresser and lifted the glass cap from her bottle of
brandy that sat on a tray next to a couple of small glasses. She poured some
into a glass, sloshed it around and drank it all, finishing with a satisfied
"Ahhhh." She looked over at me with a grin and began to slowly saunter over
towards me.

"Now," she began, "Who was that hot little red head you were talking to
hrmmm?" she asked angrily.

"Just an old face from the past." I said, feeling exposed and defensless on
the bed.

"Oh?" she asked, her knee slipping up onto the bed, her body crawling towards
me, looming above me.

Ashley gave me a predatorial grin as she lifted a knee over me and straddled
my thighs, placing her hands down on the sides of my torso, grinning down at
me above the looming swells of her heavy breasts. She began taking slow
deliberate breaths, causing her breasts to expand and contract slowly as she
analyzed my face. I attempted to keep it as straight as possible, but she had
a way of breaking through my defenses.

"How did you know her?" she asked, lowering her body on top of me, her weight
squashing down against me.

"OooOohhh." I gasped softly as I felt her breasts squash into my stomach, her
soft belly pressing into my crotch, her hands folded over my chest so her chin
could rest on them as she stared at me.

"She was my ex-girlfriend." I told her reluctantly, knowing I'd have to sooner
or later. Ashley wouldn't have let it go. I knew she wouldn't be happy to hear
that, but I didn't have much a choice.

"Mmm hrmmmm." she said, expectantly waiting for me to tell her more. Her body
causing my arousal to stir in my pants.

"Look at them." she ordered, sliding her breasts gently up my stomach slightly
before settling them back down into me, causing them to squish together.

I stared down at those perfect breasts as I felt their fantastic weight
squashing into me. My penis stiffened further and elongated in my pants.

"Go on." she said.

"She was crazy. I broke up with her 2 weeks before I met you. That's that." I
said, my arousal weakening my voice.

"You naughty boy." she whispered. "You never told me about her." she said
sternly.

"I... Didn't think..." I began.

"Shhhhh." she said, holding a finger to my lips.

"You're going to have to learn to tell me everything Jack. I'm your wife now,
I need to know these things. If you can't trust me, well then, I'm just going
to have to punish you." she said simply.

"What?!?!" I cried. "Was she serious?" I thought.

I began to tug my hands at my cuffs, testing their strength as my busty wife
lifted her chest off and above me, sliding her fingers upwards and poising all
10 finger tips against my ribs. Then she began to tickle me lightly.

"Hehe." I giggled, I was apparently ticklish. This made my wife's fat red lips
grin as she worked her fingers more firmly into me.

"That tickles." I said.

"I know it does." she replied with her sexy voice, her fingers working into my
chest stronger still. I began to squirm lightly, giggling.

Ashley's hands suddenly assaulted my armpits, tickling me in my sensative
areas before switching back to my ribs.

"Hahahahaha." I giggled, squirming more. "Ok... Ok... Stop." I told her,
feeling I had had enough.

Ashley's smile grew wider as she began to tickle me more and more fervently,
like she was entertaining a small child. Her fingers worked at my ribs with
gusto, switching back and forth to my armpits.

"HAHAahaHAA! OK OK I GIVE!" I yelled, squirming left and right.

My wife's chest jiggled and wobbled above me as her smile told me she was
greatly enjoying this. Her tickling became a full on assault. I had no idea I
was so ticklish. I began to toss and turn violently, trying to avoid her
hands, but with my hands bound, there was nothing I could do to stop her.

"OH MY GOD! STOP STOP!" I cried, feeling it was too much for me. My wife did
NOT stop, she kept tickling and tickling.

"OH GOD! I'M BEGGING YOU! STOP! OH PLEASE STOP!" I cried, feeling on the verge
of tears.

Finally her hands stopped abruptly. She looked down at me with a joyous open
mouth, exposing her teeth as her breathing had increased, causing her chest to
swell and deflate in its confines. Seeming to feel satisfied, my wife lifted
her knee over me and draped her torso across my belly with her legs strewn
across the bed. She propped herself up on her elbow. I felt those huge, soft
breasts of hers settle in my lower abomen, inches away from my manhood.

*Zzzzziiiiiipppp* the sound of my fly dropping. I felt my belt being unbuckled
and pulled off before my pants were tugged down along with my boxers to my
knees, making it even more difficult for me to move.

Sliding her soft palm gently across the underside of my hardening shaft, she
began to speak.

"I told you Jack, seeing you around other women makes me VERY jealous." she
said, almost like it was a warning, her soft fondling hands were bairly
touching me as they slid along my penis, causing it to stiffen further.

"Honey, I didn't... I wasn't... OOohhhh." I gasped, her soft touch stealing
the words from my mouth as my dick filled with blood and rose to a full
salute.

"You were a naughty boy Jack." she said sternly as she slid her body slightly
down my abdomen.

I felt her breasts against the tip of my penis as she stroked it against them
slowly. She slid it into her cleavage and then moved it around in circles,
causing me to gasp again and again. Her hand sped up faster and faster and
faster in a matter of seconds until she was pumping me furiously with the head
of my penis being swallowed by her huge round bosom. I came quickly and spewed
my seed into the crevice of her breasts, my hips thrusting up against her
heavy body as she held me down with ease. My juices ran down her flesh and
dripped onto my own as she pumped and pumped and pumped me into her chest.
When my orgasm died down, she just lay there on top of me, slowly sliding her
palm against me in an incredibly light touch, causing me to twitch every so
often. She loved playing with me.

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Christmas eve rolled around and I was staring out the front window of our
house at dusk as a few specs of snow began to fall from the sky. I was filled
with a warm cheery smile as I looked outside, the paved roads with snowbanks
on the side, children having snowball fights and building snowmen. We lived in
a lovely neighborhood.

"Honey, we're out of eggnog and groceries." she called out. "Run to the
store." she ordered.

"What the hell." I shrugged, having just been looking at the pleasent
outdoors.

"If I make good time, I could make it back before nightfall." I thought to
myself.

"Ok Honey, be back in a jiff." I said warmly, grabbing my coat and keys, I
trudged out the door, smiling at the neighborhood kids playing in the snow.

The roads were more slippery then I'd thought they would have been, but it
wasn't that bad. I made decent time. It only took me about 7 minutes to get to
the 24 hour quicky store and I picked up some eggnog and a bunch of other
things. I felt I had underestimated how late it really was, and darkness was
beginning to fill the sky above. As I got out of the convenience store, I was
both thrilled and upset that it had begun to snow. I marveled at the beauty of
the flakes in the sky as the pale lights of the convenience store reflected
off of them.

Tossing a couple full plastic bags onto the front seat next to me, I pulled
out of the parking lot and headed down the road back home. I stuck to the 35
mph speed limit and braked all the way down the hill towards the green light
ahead. The cellphone that I had clipped to the flap above the driver's seat
began to ring loudly, startling me. I reached up to open the flap and the
phone somehow slipped out, bonking me on the head before falling to the ground
beneath. I leaned over and fished for it with my hands, trying to grab where I
heard it ringing. Finally I grabbed the phone and looked to see who was
calling.

"Wife 682-938-6722" the caller I.D. on the phone read.

When I turned my eyes back onto the road, my perception of time slowed down
dramatically. A single second felt like 10 as everything began to move in slow
motion. The only reaction I had time for was to drop my jaw in shock as my car
sped through the intersection's glowing red light. The battered old rusty car
in front of me was less then 6 feet away from me as I crept ever so slowly
towards it at 38 miles per hour, forced to watch as though it were a movie as
it grew closer and closer to my front hood. My hood was just a foot away from
the back left side of the car before time snapped into normal speed.

*CRASH* *SCREEEEEAAAACCCCHHHH* The sound of crunching metal, crashing glass,
and tires skidding across the snowy road filled the air as my head thumped
into the steering wheel in front of me, my car coming to a halt within a
second and a half.

My head swam in a daze as I shook it and looked forward to see the car I had
hit all the way at the corner of the intersection, 25 feet away. The tracks in
the snow showed that it had spun around several times before coming to a stop.
I looked down and saw a few cuts on my arms from the broken glass of the
windshield, but otherwise I felt ok. I turned on my hazard lights and opened
my door, having to kick it with my leg to force it open. Glass scattered as my
door swung open and I climbed out, trotting over to the car I had decimated.
It's back side was completely crunched in. It was a beat up looking car before
I had hit it, but now it was totaled. I began to fear for the driver inside.

When I grew closer to the car, I saw the back of an old lady's head come into
view as it poked out of the driver's seat. She must have been really old,
because her hair was as white as the snow beneath us, and it was sparse and
balding, her scratchy old wrinkled head showing between her thinning tendrils
of hair.

"Lady, are you ok?" I asked, running to help her. She fell out of the driver's
seat onto her side with a soft crunching noise.

"Let me help you up." I said, eager to correct my horrible mistakes in
destroying this woman's car and possibly seriously injuring her.

When she turned her face to look at me, my hand quickly withdrew from her, my
face doubling over in shock. This was perhaps the most hideous woman I had
ever layed eyes on. Her face was wrinkled and twisted, her nose was fat, wide,
and gnarled with a large purple wart protruding from the flesh just above her
right nostril. One of her eyes was half shut and spun around out of alignment
with her good eye that was glaring at me. I stood in horrer at the sight of
her as she struggled to get up. Being too afraid to help her up, she clammered
to a standing position, her knee bent awkwardly as if it had been injured.
That creepy eye of hers bore down at me as she wore a facial expression of
utter contempt. As I stood hypnotized with a blank stare, the old woman spoke.

"Smaller." said her old scratchy voice before she seemed to start chewing on
something.

*Ptew* The old hag spat a big loogy onto my chest, that dribbled down my coat
disgustingly before she began cackling to herself.

I was appauled at her behavior. I quickly deemed this woman senile, making no
sense and spitting on me. I slowly backed away from her and ran into my car to
grab my cell phone. I took a tissue from the glove compartment and wiped off
the nasty spittle from my coat and phoned the police. As I spoke with the lady
on the phone and told her everything that happened, I saw the old woman
hobbling away with what seemed to be a bum knee.

"Hey Lady! Where are you going?!?!" I yelled.

"Crazy old bag." I said to myself, as I continued to fill in the woman on the
line.

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