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	  VICTORIA, OR HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE NIGHT MUSIC, PART 7

		       Chapter 14: You're _WHAT_???

   We left the castle later that week, inspiring relief among many of the 
townspeople.  The mayor had been the only member of the town council to 
attend our farewell dinner.  "In twenty years they will not be so 
frightened.", Victoria said.  "You and I have seen to that."  Her eyes 
glowed red in the car as she cuddled against me in the back seat.  The 
driver, some private, probably wondered why his commander had ordered him 
to drive us to Vienna, but orders is orders.  "Bite the generals, and the 
soldiers will follow.  I love military.", my wife huskily said.

   From Vienna, we went to Paris aboard the Orient Express.  My wife was 
very impressed by the level of service.  "This is one of the few places in 
the world where I can be treated as befits my noble standing.", she 
commented.  After another few nights of hunting in Paris' narrow streets, 
Victoria took me to Monte Carlo.  We stayed at a villa belonging to one of 
her financial advisers.  He greeted us the second night, destroying the 
illusion that we were going to have privacy for the remainder of our 
honeymoon.  The man insisted on hosting a formal dinner and reception in 
our honor.  I wanted to bite him and make him forget the whole thing, but 
Victoria, as usual, was more than happy to play the part of nobility.

   We were summoned to enter the grand hall at his villa (closer to a 
castle, really) after the majority of the invited guests had arrived.  Just 
before we came down the staircase, the valet (Maitre'd?  I don't know these 
things...) announced us.  Being introduced as "Count and Countess Dracula" 
was certainly an odd feeling.  Unsure of how to respond, I hesitated, but 
my lovely wife pulled me down the stairs.  Yes, she certainly was my lovely 
wife.  As we greeted the guests, many of whom had titles of some sort, and 
all of whom had serious money, several of the men looked at me with open 
envy.  That is, when they weren't looking at Victoria with a slightly more 
primal emotion.  After dinner, I went outside.  I stood on the patio 
overlooking the Mediterranean, drink in hand, and watched the lights by 
myself.  Inside, my wife was the center of attention.

   A light, tickling scratch ran across the back of my neck.  Victoria's 
soft lips brushed my cheek.  (It's that vampire stealth thing again.)  "You 
are alone?", she asked.  "Do you enjoy this, David?"

   "Well...  You were surrounded, and I -- really didn't have anything to 
say.", I said softly, giving her a return kiss on the cheek.  She slipped 
an arm through mine, and lay her head on my shoulder.

   "David, I must teach you how to use your vampire sensuality to make 
yourself more... attractive.  At night, your power can -- accent -- 
anything that may be attractive to a woman.  Is what makes it easier to 
attract prey than waiting for them to look you in the eye."  She paused, 
stroking my arm.  I trembled, and she kissed my shoulder through the formal 
jacket.  "I am sorry, but it is reflex? -- action for me.  I do not think 
about whether or not I am doing it, and the men react.  Please do not be 
jealous of me."  Damn.  She knew what I was feeling, even before I could 
put _my_ finger on it.

   "There is much more for you to learn, my dear husband.  Please be 
patient with me, for I am learning about your world, too.  We have a long 
time together ahead of us, so we will both need to be at ease with our two 
worlds."  We kissed sweetly.  "Now, however, I wish to dance.  The music is 
starting.  Will you dance with your Countess?", Victoria asked, curtsying 
graciously.  I let her lead me back inside to the dance floor.  We danced 
to the slow music, my hands gently resting in the small of her back while 
her arms hung limply around my neck.

   We were interrupted by a handsome young man.  "May I cut in, Count?", he 
asked.

   Just as I opened my mouth to say "yes" and prove that I wasn't jealous 
of the consequences of Victoria's attractiveness, she replied, "No, you may 
not."  The response was _very_ definite.  I had been ready to let the man 
dance with my wife.  She pulled me closer, burying her head in my neck.  
"As guests of honor, we can not leave early.  But as soon as music stops, 
let's go to the beach.", she murmured, grinding her pelvis into mine to 
emphasize the nature of her request.  I stiffened immediately in response.  
The party got extremely tedious and boring after that.

   Finally, the band said, "Thank you, and good night."  Our good-byes were 
said with haste; we probably offended some of the guests.  As soon as the 
front door shut, Victoria and I ran down the steps to the beach, not 
bothering to change.  The clothes were covered with sand as we gleefully 
tossed them away.  Victoria ran giggling into the sea.  I caught up with 
her, then kissed her in ankle-deep water.  Our kiss was eager, expressing 
our hunger for each other.  Victoria leaped on me and wrapped her legs 
around my waist.  "Can you do this?", she whispered in the sparse 
moonlight.  I had no trouble seeing her deep, very brown eyes in the 
darkness.  I would do anything she wanted me to.

   Aided by my still-growing supernatural strength, I supported her in my 
hands, while probing for the magical portal to ecstasy.  I eased her onto 
my rigid, twitching cock, and she wiggled, managing to rhythmically bounce 
herself on me.  The cool water provided a vivid contrast to Victoria's 
inner and outer heat.  I felt my excitement grow and fade in time with the 
rhythm of the faint waves.

   I carried her deeper into the water, getting a squeal of surprised 
delight among the sighs of Victoria's passion.  Our faces became wet with 
the spray.  The sweet taste of Victoria's kisses was spiced by the salt of 
the Mediterranean.  Aided by me, she bounced in my arms, whispering soft 
endearments between gasps and kisses.  The water was around my knees as we 
continued our unusual lovemaking.  Victoria's feet splashed water.  
"Wantyou... wantyou...  Ohhh...", she whimpered.  Tickling bursts of 
sensation danced along my penis.

   I continued further into the sea, my wife still gently sliding on top of 
me; the cold water came closer to our most intimate point of contact.  My 
hips twitched, and Victoria went into climax quietly.  I felt the throbbing 
deep inside of me.  The warm pulsing along the underside of my cock was 
intensified by the cold water which threatened to touch my nuts.  I moaned 
lovingly in my wife's mouth.  She had stopped bouncing, and I had stopped 
helping her; Victoria was now grinding against me.  She threw her head 
back, describing slow, gentle circles in the air with it.  "Ooooohhh...", 
she purred, body relaxing.  I slipped out of her and we kissed, standing in 
the water until we noticed that it had become too cold to continue.  We 
returned to the villa naked, for our clothes had disappeared, apparently 
washed out to sea.

   My wife and I returned to the United States three weeks from the day of 
our departure.  We were madly in love, much more than we had been when we 
left.  A visit to the State Department in New York City started the process 
of getting my wife United States citizenship.  "Carpathia?  Where in the 
hell is that?  Do they even have records there?", the startled clerk asked.

   I panicked momentarily, since Victoria's real birth certificate would 
immediately raise questions ("Born in 18-_WHAT_?").  She had a fake one 
from Britain, and the clerk seemed to think that her British birth would 
make his job easier.  When I asked her about it later, Victoria just said, 
"I will show you how to do this.  It will be necessary as you get older."  
Victoria shopped in New York the next day; I was too brain-dead to do much 
of anything except follow blindly.  When our train left, we both slept 
soundly until sunrise.  She and I crowded into the same berth so our bodies 
could be in contact, but sleep refused to yield to desire.  Our lassitude 
continued for three days after we got home, and we unpacked leisurely.

   We were barely energetic enough to feed, but the need for blood became 
too painful to ignore.  We dressed up, and went out to a posh nightclub in 
search of fulfillment.  It didn't take long for us to be selected by our 
victims.  The young, well-dressed pair had a couple of drinks with us and 
we talked.  After a little while, they separated.  The man's wife draped 
herself over me as he put his arm around Victoria.  My wife was shocked at 
the brazen display of marital infidelity but said nothing.  She cast 
inquiring looks at me when the discussion suddenly turned to swinging.  It 
was not the time nor the place to explain the concept to Victoria, so I 
suggested that all of us should leave together.  The other couple quickly 
agreed, forestalling my wife's questions, and they hurried to finish their 
drinks.

   The four of us returned to our house.  The woman (I don't remember her 
name) wasted no time in grabbing my crotch.  "Fuck cocktails and small 
talk, I'm horny.  David, baby, you make me hot."  I turned to face her, and 
her mouth opened expectantly; my mouth opened with a different agenda.  
"Ohhhh...  f-u-u-u-u-u-uck...  Whaaattt arrrrrre yooou doooooinnnnggg t-
t...", she moaned.  The man moved as soon as he realized that I wasn't just 
kissing his wife's neck, but Victoria was quicker than he was.  I heard him 
grunt in surprise, then gasp and sigh as another sucking noise filled the 
house.  After we had finished, my wife and I regarded our slaves, exchanged 
a glance, and simultaneously said, "Naahhh."  We sent them away.

   A few days later, I went back to work, deciding that a life of leisure 
wasn't really for me.  Victoria did her best to convince me otherwise the 
night before.  We had almost continual sex in many new and different 
positions.  Victoria even surrendered her anal cherry in an effort to 
change my mind.  Still, I was determined.  She stopped me at the front door 
the next morning as I tried to leave.  "David, you do _not_ have to work.  
We have more than enough money."

   "Victoria, it's not the money.  I _need_ to do something during the day 
other than sit around here.  I picked my line of work because I enjoy it.  
It's truly a part of me, it gives me a sense of pur-"  My voice died as 
Victoria dropped her robe.  "...pose.", I squeaked.

   "Can I not give you another purpose?", she inquired in a voice that was 
innocent and not-so-innocent at the same time.  She posed seductively for 
me, revealing her near-perfect body in its entirety.  Victoria had worn 
nothing under the robe.  Somehow, I made it out the door.  Even more 
miraculously, I did _not_ hand in my resignation that day.  I returned to 
an empty house; my wife was nowhere in evidence, and her car was gone.  I 
waited for an hour before starting dinner.  Shortly thereafter, Victoria 
called to me from the garage, "David, can you help me?"  I carried in a 
_lot_ of packages, and I looked at her incredulously when I brought the 
last box in.  "You work, I shop.", she said, with a kiss and a smile.  
After dinner, she modeled some of the clothes she bought as I lay on the 
bed.  Victoria refused to show me everything she had bought, coyly saying, 
"No.  Some is for surprise."

   "Are you going shopping again tomorrow?", I asked, wondering if I should 
quit just to keep her out of the stores.  She launched herself onto me.

   "No.  I am going to school to learn how to cook better.  I must do 
something during day, too, if you are not here.  Cooking is a good thing 
for me to do, because vampires do not need to learn, but mortals need to 
know how."  She smiled at me, then we kissed and snuggled for a little 
while in silence.  Victoria removed my shirt.  "You have been away all 
day.", she pouted, then kissed my chest.  Her head moved to a nipple and 
Victoria's tongue came out to play.  She teased me, kissing, nipping, 
licking, and stroking my chest.  She stopped, sat up, and removed her top.

   Victoria unfastened her bra, tossing it on the floor, and straddled my 
body.  We kissed aggressively when she leaned forward, and I began to feel 
the blood rush to my groin.  Victoria pressed me down, holding me on the 
bed beneath her; it was apparent that she wanted to run this part of the 
show.  My wife ran her hands lightly, lazily across my body.  Her lips and 
tongue found brief resting places at random.  I sighed loudly.  She sat up 
and looked tenderly at me.  Victoria opened her mouth, displaying her 
fangs.  My wife lovingly gave me the thrill of being bitten.

   She stopped long enough to say, "No.  Don't bite me just yet.  Just 
enjoy."  I had definitely missed the ecstasy of the vampire's kiss.  
Victoria's tongue worked against my neck, lapping the blood that spilled 
from the fang marks.  I was beginning to feel the onset of an orgasm, even 
though we were both fully clad from the waist down.  My awareness narrowed, 
and I only felt Victoria's "kiss" and the tingle that shot through my body 
each time she touched me with her tongue...

   I woke up the next morning with Victoria on top of me.  We were still 
half-dressed, and she had fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around me.  I 
gently extricated myself from her embrace.  She did not stir.  I watched 
the rise and fall of her chest as I dressed, marveling at the beauty of the 
woman that I loved.  She moved, hugged the pillow to her, and let a soft 
sigh out.  I left her with a gentle kiss on the cheek and went to work.

   I returned home after dark.  Hey, work piles up if you've been gone for 
three weeks.  I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the living room.  
Victoria came out and greeted me with a peck on the cheek.  "David, come 
and meet my new friend Margot!", she said, pulling me into the living room.

   A _very_ tall brunette stood and smiled.  "Hello, I'm Margot Westlake.  
I just live a couple of blocks away."  She shook my hand in a feminine 
manner.  "I came over to meet you both, and to drop off the welcome wagon 
package.", she said congenially.

   "Please, sit.", Victoria said.  I could see how excited she was at 
having a guest.  My wife loves being a hostess.  She also loves it when we 
are treated as an everyday mortal couple.  "You must stay and have dinner 
with us."

   "I don't want to be any trouble, really.", Margot half-insisted.  Her 
voice indicated that she could easily be persuaded.  I was about to insist 
when she sat and crossed her long legs, temporarily putting my brain on 
hold.  "I'm sort of the official greeter here in the neighborhood, and I 
don't want to wear out my welcome."

   "It would be no trouble at all.  I can prepare another place for dinner.  
Please join us.", Victoria said.  Margot was silent for a moment, then 
consented to stay.  "Good!  You can get to know my wonderful husband, 
David!", my wife bubbled as she headed for the kitchen.  Victoria brought 
out some wine, and returned to the kitchen to finish dinner preparations.

   Margot and I talked while dinner was being prepared.  She was "...almost 
forty, and no, I'm not worried about it.", and she had two kids that were 
attending college.  Her husband was in international trade, and they had 
been married for more than twenty years.  "I hope your marriage lasts at 
least as long as mine.", Margot smiled.  I smiled back, thinking, "If 
Margot only knew..."  We talked about the joy of being newlyweds, and she 
playfully warned me that I had better keep treating Victoria well.  Dinner 
was ready in a fairly short time, and the three of us continued to blab 
through the meal.  I cleared the dishes after dessert while the women 
smoked and talked some more.

   Victoria came into the kitchen after a few minutes.  She grabbed me from 
behind, wrapping her arms around my chest.  "Do you like our new friend and 
neighbor?", she asked quietly.  I hummed affirmatively while I finished 
drying a plate, and she gave me a little squeeze.  "She is very nice lady."  
There was a pause after that, and I waited for the "but" I sensed was 
coming.  "Is sad.  Her husband is away very often now.  She is lonely."

   "Honey, you didn't...", I said quietly, fearing that my wife had bitten 
one of our neighbors.

   "Nooo.", Victoria musically protested.  "Some things you just need to be 
a woman for.", she said cryptically.  She opened another bottle of wine, 
saying, 'We will be in the living room when you are finished."  Once the 
kitchen had been cleaned, I rejoined the women as requested.

   Margot certainly didn't seem depressed or lonely; she told some 
hilarious stories about her kids.  It was an entertaining conversation, 
probably helped along by the three bottles of wine we shared.  Eventually 
Margot left for home, leaving Victoria and me alone.  Nothing happened that 
night, because _Victoria_ had to get up early.  To prepare for cooking 
class.  As she put it, "When you live on blood for 90 years, who needs to 
learn how to cook?"

   Friday we went out to dinner, and then dancing afterwards.  We met 
Kelly, Michelle, and Michelle's new boyfriend, sitting with them during the 
night.  Conversation was pleasant, the sisters asking about our honeymoon.  
Victoria looked absolutely gorgeous and stunningly sexy.  For the first 
time, I felt no real physical attraction for Kelly.  Victoria and I went 
out for ice cream later.  "Now you may practice being attractive while we 
wait for ice cream."  The waitress flirted with me relentlessly, but 
Victoria's reaction was just a smile of approval.  We came home very early 
in the morning.  My dear, attractive, very sexy wife went to sleep on me 
almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

   Saturday morning, Victoria served me breakfast in bed.  "I wanted to -- 
show off.", she said, sitting next to me while I ate.  We cleaned house and 
spent a long, lazy Saturday together.  "David, what should I wear 
tonight?", she asked as we prepared to go out to a brand-new restaurant 
that advertised Eastern European fare.

   I had a wicked thought.  "Try your floral print dress.", I suggested.  
"You know, the little yellow one.", I called from the bathroom.  I walked 
into the bedroom and found her dressed, almost ready to go.  She was 
fussing with an earring, and didn't pay me any attention.  I knelt behind 
her and stuck my head up her dress.

   "Ohh!!!", she squeaked in surprise.  Victoria spread her legs and leaned 
forward to rest on the dresser.  "Now it is time?", she giggled.  My wife 
knew what I was doing, but more importantly, she remembered _why_ I was 
doing it.  I pulled her panties down.  The scent of her arousal was faint, 
but growing stronger.  I touched the inside of her thigh with my tongue, 
and her leg involuntarily twitched.

   I teethed and licked around the exaggerated "V" of her legs, avoiding 
any of her sensitive, swollen folds.  I stuck my tongue out and barely 
touched her outer lips.  "Uhh!", Victoria moaned, her hips bucking once.  
"Daviiid...  Lie downnn...", she whimpered impatiently.  Victoria sat 
squarely on my face, grinding her muff against me.  She lifted her dress.  
"Ohhh... Lo-o-o-ove meee...", she groaned.  My tongue circled the outside 
of her pussy with a light, gentle touch until Victoria drove her hips 
downward.  "Hunnh!  Hnnn-nnhh!", she exclaimed.  Her arousal was _very_ 
evident by her taste and smell.

   Her honey began to flow, and she gasped for air.  I sucked loudly at her 
cunt for a few seconds, then pulled at her clit with my lips.  Victoria 
jerked, emitting a loud yelp.  Her hips moved in short, sharp thrusts as 
she squeaked softly in climax.  She moved off my face, removing her dress 
as she stood over my body.  "I don't need this anymore."  She sat on my 
chest, legs spread wide, then slid down my body, leaving a trail of her 
lubrication down the middle of my chest.  Victoria slid over my erection, 
teasing me with the briefest of contact against her cunt.

   She looked me deeply in the eyes.  Pursing her lips, she blew me a kiss, 
and then started kissing my dick.  Her lips stayed shut, but she continued 
kissing with little smacking noises.  I was getting _very_ excited.  
Victoria finally took me in her mouth and I sighed loudly in 
relief/approval.  My wife's head started to move up and down, her lips 
loose around my cock.  She gradually increased the pressure of her lips, 
and began rolling her tongue around my cock inside her mouth.  My hips 
started to vibrate, and Victoria took this as her cue to swallow my entire 
length.  I growled, "Ohhh...", as I watched her head swirl in my lap.  
Victoria gulped once, then came back up, sucking on my still-squirting 
cock.  She greedily sucked me dry, working her tongue around my dying dick 
until it was completely clean.

   It wasn't dead for long; Victoria moved to the bed.  "Come to me.", she 
invited, brown eyes on fire.  I climbed onto the bed, and we kissed each 
other for a long time.  She eased herself into position over my cock.  
"Let's make love.", Victoria whispered.  I gently pushed her down, feeling 
her envelop me.  I moaned into my wife's mouth; we were kissing again.  She 
sat up and leaned backwards, while I pushed up at her, grinding my hips 
into her.  "Hnnh-uhhh!", she grunted, pushing her pelvis against my pubic 
ring.  We rolled over.

   In retrospect, I don't know why I did it; I suppose it seemed like a 
good idea at the time.  I bit Victoria.  Man, oh, man, did she COME!  
"OHHH!  YES!  YES!!  YE-E-E-E-ESS!!!", she wailed.  "OHHHH!!!  HUH-UH-
OHHH!!!  OHHHH!!!  UNNNHHH!!!", my wife screamed, as I sucked at her sweet, 
sweet blood.  Victoria was screaming loudly.  I don't remember her having 
ever been _this_ loud during any of our previous lovemaking.  Her legs were 
straight, spread wide, pointing into the air.  She grabbed me with 
incredible force, and would have crushed me had I been mortal.

   Victoria's pussy was drenching my cock and pubic hair, her woman-come 
slurping out of her as I thrust, soaking the sheets beneath us.  My dick 
was pumped crazily as her cunt fibrillated around it.  She continued 
screaming in ecstasy, powered by loud gasps of air that separated each 
wail.  Her back arched, her every muscle strained against my body.  I 
grunted into her neck and my hips thrust violently with each burning burst 
of my ejaculation.  We both collapsed, and I pulled first out of her pussy, 
then out of her neck.

   I rolled over in a state of total exhaustion due to sexual bliss.  
Victoria lay next to me, silent and still.  I was too stoned to notice 
anything for a couple of minutes.  When I looked at her, she wasn't asleep, 
and I immediately got worried.  Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her 
eyes were wide open, but not registering anything.  Victoria's body was 
feverish.  After a few futile attempts to rouse her, I started to wonder 
about medical help.  How many doctors knew anything about vampire 
physiology?  How much did _I_ know about vampire physiology.  I covered 
Victoria, and went downstairs to chill some towels.  I know that's 
inconsistent, but I wasn't exactly thinking clearly.

   Shortly after I left her, she was standing in the kitchen doorway 
watching me with a puzzled expression on her face.  "What are you doing?  
Is this some new sex aid we have not tried yet?", she asked.  I looked at 
her with unabashed relief.

   "I was -- are you all right?  I was so worried!", I said, hugging her 
tightly.  Her body was no longer feverish.

   "I am fine.", she said, more than a trace of wonder in her voice.  "I 
have never felt like that before -- when you bit me while we were fucking.  
What did I do?", she queried, obviously unaware of her condition 
immediately after our sex.  I described to her what had happened.  She 
shook her head, grinning.  "And I thought it was good when you suck my 
pussy first time."  I was still looking at her carefully, and Victoria 
noticed.  "Really, I'm all right, David.  You are so protective.", she 
sighed in mock exasperation.  "I truly feel just fi-"  She fainted.

   I caught her before she hit the floor, and she came to very quickly.  It 
also was quite obvious that she was not all right.  Fearing that I had 
taken too much blood from her, I offered her some of mine.  "No...  I don' 
wan' blood...", Victoria mumbled, sounding very drunk.  "Just... 
sleeep...", she whispered.  I carried her to bed.  Her eyes closed 
instantly, and she was asleep.  Her breathing was deep and steady, pulse 
strong and normal.  I watched her like a hawk all night, not daring to 
sleep at all, until I could no longer keep my eyes open.

   She woke up before I did the next morning.  Again I was served breakfast 
in bed, but this time I was not pleased about it.  "You worried -- 
correction, _worry_ me.  You need to take it easy.", I complained.  
Victoria insisted that she was fine.  She ended our discussion of her 
health by pushing the breakfast tray onto the floor from the bed.  She then 
pounced on me and merrily gave me a long blowjob, proving herself very 
adept at massaging my cock with her throat muscles.  "You wi-i-innn...", I 
moaned in the ecstasy of defeat.

   My wife was very energetic that day; she cleaned the bedroom and did the 
laundry.  I offered to help, but she said, "No.  Is reward for keeping your 
promise when we bought house."  Wow.  I put my feet up, and felt a little 
guilty while I watched basketball on the tube.  She came upstairs from the 
basement, and watched me watch the game.  I patted the sofa, but she 
ignored the invitation, continuing to watch me with an undecipherable 
expression on her pretty face.  I watched the game for a little longer 
before becoming unnerved by her strange demeanor.

   "Victoria -- MMMFFF!!!"  My pending question was killed by her bouncing 
arrival on my lap.  Our mouths met, and her tongue pushed forcefully into 
my mouth, driven by her head.  Victoria's little lust attack had taken me 
by complete surprise.  She rolled over, pulling me on top of her, fumbling 
to remove my pants.  Her crazed efforts were uncoordinated, but they 
finally paid off, and we made love in front of Marv and Mike.

   I was a little sore the next day at work.  And the day after that.  
Wednesday, too.  My wife had turned into a complete nymphomaniac, 
constantly demanding sex in many (most?) positions.  Some of them taxed my 
_vampire_ strength and flexibility.  It got to the point where I was happy 
to go to work because it meant I wouldn't be fucking her.  The worst part 
was that Victoria never told me why she was so hot.  "I itch inside.  
Scratch it for me, my darling husband.", was the closest thing I ever got 
to an explanation.  She wasn't satisfied with any substitute I would 
suggest, and she would do something different to get me aroused yet another 
time.  Victoria was _very_ creative, and I got to see some of the surprise 
clothes she had bought earlier in the week.  She had to be creative, 
because while the vampire powers insured that the flesh was willing, the 
spirit wanted a break.

   It ended as abruptly as it started, eleven days later.  Victoria's 
passion first dwindled to short pecks on the cheek, then nothing.  Victoria 
turned into the ice maiden, and two nights later, she was even unwilling to 
just cuddle.  It was actually an extremely welcome change of pace.  It also 
wore out its welcome in about three days.  I missed our intimacy in bed.  
My wife's desire for closeness seemed to have vanished along with her sex 
drive.  She even got up in the middle of the night once, and slept in the 
guest room by herself.  I had been trying everything I knew to get her 
motor started, but Victoria refused to cooperate; I kissed her belly button 
and she got up and left.

   One night, I tried to bite her, figuring that vampire sex might be the 
ticket.  I had a hard time lying about my black eye at work the next day.  
Again, as when she had been turned on, there was no reason.  "I do not 
_feel_ like it."  We would hunt and feed together, but return home to 
separate rooms.  "Do not _touch_ me, David.  I am not interested."  After 
two weeks of this, I summoned Kelly.

   "Master?  It is wonderful to hear you again.  I am too far away to come 
to you.  I am on business in Washington for a month.  I am sorry, please 
don't be angry with me.  I will fly to you tomorrow and quit my job."  
Sigh.

   "Please, Kelly, don't worry.  You do not have to quit your job.  We will 
get together when you come back.", I thought back to my fawning lover.  
Michelle was with her boyfriend when I tried her, and I didn't want to mess 
that up for her.  Alex?  In Europe for a photo shoot, and a little pissed 
off at me for making her meet a certain Simon Van Helsing.  Obviously 
Simon's magic only works on serving girls, not supermodels.  Alex forgave 
me when I promised her that we'd get together soon.

   "Not soon enough, master.  I want you.", she thought back.  Alex even 
sent me an image of the two of us that she conjured up while we were 
telepathically linked.  My glasses fogged up immediately, and I was much 
more frustrated than I had been before.  I wasn't inclined to cheat on 
Victoria for a one-night stand anyway, and now I was in a bad mood.  I 
decided to put my libido on hold and stay by myself.  Victoria invited our 
next door neighbors over for dinner the next day, and we were sociable, but 
after they left, she _still_ wasn't interested.  Imagine my surprise the 
next night when I was awakened by Victoria's warm body next to mine.  She 
had gone out to feed while I went to bed.

   "David, I am sorry about the past weeks.  I can not explain, but I want 
to just _be_ with you tonight.", she whispered as I tried to wake up.  I 
rolled over, and Victoria climbed on top of me, gave me a short, wet kiss, 
and cuddled before she went to sleep.  I stayed awake that night to savor 
the sensation of my wife, who had been missing for so long.

   Friday, nobody was home when I got there, but Victoria's car was in the 
garage.  I waited to start dinner, finally giving up around nine.  It was 
after midnight when my wife returned, giggling.  I could smell champagne on 
her breath as she kissed me.  "I have already fed, darling.  He was 
delicious.", Victoria laughed.  I looked at her strangely.  "No, I did not 
fuck him, my jealous one.  He just thought I would."  My drunken wife 
giggled some more and staggered away towards the living room.  I shook my 
head in amazement.  "Come to me."  The voice may have been slurred and 
thick, but there was no mistaking the intent.  I went to the living room 
where Victoria was trying to light a cigarette and having problems.  I 
steadied her hands, chuckling softly.  I had never seen her this drunk, and 
it amused me greatly.  She took a puff, frowned at me in annoyance, and 
silenced my chuckles by biting me.  It had been too long since we had 
shared our souls.  I bit her back, and we stayed entwined for over an hour.  
So what if it tasted like champagne?  Yes, I was wasted afterwards.  It was 
worth it.

   Saturday morning, Victoria explained to me what had happened.  She and 
Margot had gone out to a happy hour Friday.  The hour turned into six or 
seven very happy hours until some guy picked her up.  "He would not leave 
me alone.  Please do not be jealous.  I decided to feed, but he would not 
let me get close enough until after we were at his place.  It took me a 
long time to fly back, because I was still drunk."  I kissed her, drawing a 
warm, satisfied smile.  "Margot wants to go out again, tonight, but I told 
her you would be coming along.  I have been... neglectful."

   We had ice cream sundaes for breakfast.  "When you are a vampire, it is 
easy to flaunt tradition.", Victoria said as she devoured hers.  Me?  I was 
tickled to ignore 33 years of training.  I had never even remotely 
considered having sundaes for breakfast, even after a night of serious 
drinking when I had been single.  We watched cartoons and giggled until a 
more traditional lunch.  Laundry got done, the kitchen got cleaned, and we 
prepared to go out.

   Margot met us at the front door, and I said that I would drive, so I 
wouldn't be drinking any champagne that night.  "Richard is out of the 
country, as usual.", Margot said.  There was a sharp edge to the statement, 
but she didn't elaborate.  The three of us went out to dinner and had 
drinks at a pretty nice place.  Victoria and Margot talked up a storm, and 
my wife treated Margot like a big sister.  I was happy to see Victoria 
relate so well to a mortal female.  By ten o'clock, I was positively bored, 
however, and wished that Margot and Victoria weren't such close friends.  
"David?", Margot asked, forcing my brain to turn itself back on.  "Are you 
getting bored listening to us?"  I started to shake my head in denial when 
Margot added, "Be honest."

   "Yes.", I admitted.  "It's difficult sitting here listening to you and 
my wife.  Sometimes, I feel like a voyeur with some of the comments you two 
have made."

   "Victoria, it sounds to me like your husband has asked us to go dancing 
tonight.", Margot declared.  A little champagne-happy, my wife concurred, 
sealing my fate.  I didn't have time to blink before I realized I'd been 
set up and had.  "David, you and Victoria make me feel so _young_!", Margot 
enthused on the way to a nightclub.  The women were definitely on their way 
to another drunk.  Victoria stroked the inside of my thigh while her head 
rested on my shoulder.  She would kiss my neck every so often while I 
drove.

   We entered the club and immediately attracted attention.  Margot was on 
my left arm, all 6 feet, 2 inches of her, looking very confident.  The 
doorman's eyes told me that confidence was sexy.  My wife, although at a 
height disadvantage of about seven inches, projected a regal air on my 
right arm.  Her noble heritage, combined with her supernatural 
attractiveness had _every_ man in the joint looking for an opening.  As it 
turned out, several of the women at the club wanted _me_ to dance with 
_them_, so there were many such opportunities for the men.  I danced with 
Margot and other women as often as I danced with my wife.  But _all_ of the 
slow dances were reserved for Victoria.  We'd rock in unison, alone 
together in a sea of bodies.  She purred quietly in my ear.   We bit each 
other frequently while dancing, each time just for a few clandestine 
seconds.  Margot would smile knowingly when we returned to her, and we 
would blush in return.

   By the end of the night, Margot was pretty drunk; Victoria had sobered 
up because the club didn't have any champagne.  We drove home while Margot 
took a little nap in the back seat.  When we got to the house, my wife 
sympathetically asked me to take Margot home.  "Is big mistake for her to 
try and drink as much as us.  She is only mortal."  Victoria and I kissed 
hungrily for a few minutes until she reminded me that Margot was still 
unconscious in the back seat of the car.  I promised my wife that I would 
be back quickly.  I had incentive.

   It only took a couple of minutes to get to Margot's house.  She woke up 
when the car stopped in her driveway.  "Home already?", she grumbled.  I 
pulled her out of the car carefully, and assisted her to her door; she had 
trouble opening it.  I had to take her keys and open the door for her.  
Margot took one big step into the living room, turned and said goodnight.  
She gave me a hug, pulled me into the house, and suddenly her tongue was 
ferociously working inside my mouth.  I responded, despite the gold ring on 
my finger.  "God, David, it's beensolong.", she panted, still holding me, 
grinding against my erection.  Margot's alcohol-induced fog seemed to have 
cleared.  "I want you.  Richard's gone sooo much.  Pleease!", she hissed 
quietly.

   Her green eyes bored into mine.  Margot's body felt very hot.  My arms 
were around her, and I realized for the first time how attractive she was.  
To this day, I don't know whether it's the way she carries herself or if 
Margot is just naturally sexy.  We kissed again, madly, lustfully, while 
Margot began to fondle my rigid cock through my pants.  "David, I haven't 
had a man in four months...  Please -- you don't know what it's like.  I'm 
not dead yet, even if my husband thinks so.", she gasped softly.  There was 
a desperate urgency to her plea.  I could _smell_ her arousal through her 
clothes.  Things were definitely getting out of hand.  Although Victoria 
would probably forgive me, I really had no desire to accelerate the 
degeneration of Margot's marriage.  I did the only thing I could.  I bit 
Margot.  In self-defense.  She sighed happily.  "Oooohhh...", she purred as 
her tall, womanly body trembled.

   "Margot, you must forget that you have been bitten.  You will not 
remember that we kissed in your home.  You will remember that you have had 
a good time with Victoria and me, and you are very tired now.  You will go 
upstairs, and sleep, Margot.  Sleep deeply, and well...", I commanded.

   Margot's eyes, so pretty and green, were filled with dream-like stupor.  
Her eyelids drooped, making her look even sexier.  "Yes... I... am... so... 
ti-i-ired... I... musst... sleeep...", Margot said throatily, as she turned 
to go up the steps.  My cock pushed at my pants, and my lust was held in 
abeyance only by thinking of Victoria.  My wife was waiting for me at home, 
her motor warmed up and ready to go.  Margot disappeared up the steps, and 
I quickly left her house before my attraction sent me up there after her.  
I returned to my wife feeling frustrated, relieved, and a little guilty.  I 
was also quite pleased that Margot had found me attractive; but I later 
figured it was also a byproduct of her frustration with her husband, and 
the amount of alcohol she had consumed.  I gleefully jumped Victoria as 
soon as I got to the bedroom.  She met me with unrestrained enthusiasm, and 
the sounds of our shared ecstasy echoed through the house until well after 
sunrise.

   I woke up on the floor, and felt the scratches and bruises that were 
reminders of the intensity of our lovemaking.  The pain was insignificant.  
I recalled the fall that caused the bruises, and my wife's cries of passion 
that accompanied the scratches.  A vestige of the post-orgasmic bliss 
washed through me again, and I lay on the floor, too sated to move.  It 
eventually dawned on me that Victoria wasn't around, and I wondered where 
she had gotten herself to.  I was feeling too good to move, though.

   A few minutes later, my wife reappeared.  "Hi there.", I said 
suggestively.  It took her a few seconds to respond, as if she were still 
half-asleep, but she came over and sat down next to me.  We necked for a 
little while; there was an odd taste in her mouth, one I couldn't quite 
place.  I offered to cook brunch, but Victoria opted for toast with honey 
and some coffee instead.

   That afternoon, I was just hanging out in the den, watching basketball, 
when Victoria walked in, stark naked, and asked me if I wanted to "eat her 
poo-see."  She should have known that it was going to be taken as a 
rhetorical question.  I happily made oral love to her in front of Marv and 
Mike.  Afterwards, as she cuddled against me, I wondered idly if this was 
the start of another nymphomaniac episode.  I should have thought about it 
a little more seriously.  It was.

   This time, however, it lasted only four days before Victoria froze over.  
This was worse than the first time, because her contrary behavior did not 
confine itself to the bedroom.  We started to argue about trivial things, 
and our social calendar disappeared.  She didn't invite neighbors over (not 
even Margot), didn't clean if I cooked, and left stuff all over the house 
on the floors.  Frankly, Victoria was irritating the hell out of me.  _I_ 
started sleeping in the guest room so I wouldn't have to listen to her 
bitch about the amount of heat that _my_ body generated in the bed while I 
slept.  She didn't even return Margot's calls.  I was also positive that 
Victoria had been going out late each night to hunt without me, because I 
kept finding bloodstains on the pillowcases, shaped like her mouth.  As 
before, my darling wife had nothing to say about her behavior.  "I do not 
wish to discuss it."

   I plotted with Margot to get Victoria out of the house, and back into 
some social activity.  Friday, Margot came over, ostensibly to visit, but 
getting Victoria to go out was our true goal.  My wife argued with both of 
us, refusing to budge from the living room.  Finally, Margot said, "Well, 
_David_ and I will go out without you."  Margot gave me her best "I want to 
fuck you 'til your nose bleeds" look, making sure Victoria got a good view 
of it, too.  Part of me noticed the look as well, and wished it had been 
for real.  My heart beat a little faster with hope.

   Both of us were stunned when Victoria said, "Fine.  As you wish.  I am 
staying here."  The words were delivered in a definite "I don't care" tone 
of voice.  Great, I thought sourly, she called our bluff.  I had no 
alternative but to follow through.  Margot and I walked out of the house 
slowly.  I hoped that Victoria would come to her senses and join us, now 
that Margot's statement was no longer just an empty threat.  A tiny little 
piece of me evilly hoped that Victoria would just stay in the goddamn 
house.  She did.

   Margot and I went to a casual restaurant.  We sat at a booth to eat 
dinner, then Margot listened while I vented my frustrations.  She was very 
understanding.  A few glasses of wine and beer later, it was my turn to sit 
back while Margot complained about _her_ spouse.  She complained bitterly 
about her husband's climb to the top of his company, leading to 
increasingly longer absences.  After a few more glasses, we agreed that I 
had the worst of the deal.  Margot's husband was never home, and she had no 
one to turn to.  Victoria was _always_ home, but I still had no one to turn 
to.  We spent the night smoking, talking, and drinking until the bar 
closed.  Our lively discussion wasn't finished, and we adjourned to 
Margot's house.

   The conversation continued to flow easily over tea in her kitchen.  Both 
of us were tired of alcohol, and the discussion took precedence over 
anything else.  All thoughts of sex had disappeared from my mind; Margot 
had done nothing during the entire evening to indicate that a replay of 
previous events was possible, let alone likely.  I got up to go to the 
bathroom a second time; the clock showed four, but I was wide awake.  More 
importantly, I had absolutely no desire to return to the bitchy ice goddess 
at home.

   Margot passed me on the way back as she took her turn in the small room.  
We'd been talking for many hours, but we still had not run out of things to 
say.  There was a blue haze hanging in the kitchen from all the cigarettes 
we'd smoked.  Margot showed no signs of fatigue, lending me a sympathetic 
ear without complaint, while making insightful observations and offering 
inventive advice.  It got later (earlier?), and I decided to let Margot 
rest, since I had kept her up all night with my complaints.  We said 
goodnight at the kitchen door, where she gave me a motherly hug.

   I opened the door, then turned and impulsively gave Margot a brotherly 
kiss on the cheek in return.  Time froze as we stood back and regarded each 
other.  It was a very long ten or so seconds, and both of us were statues.  
Then our heads moved forward simultaneously, mouths opening.  Our lips met 
in a decidedly non-familial way.  We kissed in the doorway for several 
minutes; finally, Margot reached past me and pushed the door shut.  The sun 
peeked warily over the horizon.  "David?", she asked, quietly.  Her 
question managed to convey confidence.

   "Yes?", I asked in response.  I knew what was about to happen between 
us, and so did she.  This was just a formality.

   "Victoria may be cold, but I'm not.", Margot said, voice deep and 
sultry.  My answer came in the form of another deep, wet kiss.  I ground at 
her with my hips, so that she could feel my growing arousal.  "Let's go 
upstairs to bed.", she suggested, looking down at me.  I followed Margot to 
the bedroom, fully aware that I was about to cheat on my wife with her best 
friend.  There was no hurry about our movements; the air was thick with 
desire, and we were committed to our course of action.

   I undressed and lay on the bed, patiently waiting for my partner in 
adultery.  Margot returned from down the hall, gloriously naked.  Her 
mature form, full and slender at the same time, towered over me.  She 
kissed me warmly, gently, a far cry from the dominating physical presence 
she possessed.  My head moved to her breast, and I listened to her purr 
while my tongue drew little circles around her areola.  I suckled at her 
nipples like a baby; probably in the same way as her children had years 
before.  She responded with a quiet, pleased growl.  She pulled on my head, 
holding it tightly to her chest, and I was more than happy to oblige her 
obvious wish.  When my tongue moved to the underside of Margot's breast, 
she threw her head back and moaned, legs quivering.  At that positive 
feedback, I mercilessly flailed at the unexposed area of each breast with 
my tongue, keeping her sighing and moaning, either in, or on the verge of 
climax.

   I eventually started to kiss my way towards her fragrant pussy.  
"Nooo... I want you _in_ meee.", she whispered, grabbing my shoulders to 
stop my southward progress.  Reversing directions and plans, my tongue 
sought her throat, first from outside, then by way of Margot's mouth.  Her 
hands glided along my back and head, and she fought my tongue's advances 
with her own tongue.  I entered Margot easily, quickly, aided by her 
excitement and her extreme lubrication.  At my first easy thrust, Margot 
drove her hips upward, wrapping her legs around my back.  "Ohhh...", she 
sighed, almost inaudibly.  We made love without frenzy; our deep passion 
bubbled continuously rather than bursting violently.

   Margot gently raised her hips to me each time I would pump at her.  My 
thrusts were slow, with a leisure to them that seemed not to disturb her.  
Her walls wrapped gently around my cock, providing a delightful friction 
without grabbing tightly.  The only sounds were our quiet breathing, 
infrequently interspersed with soft, dreamy sighs.  My lover's green eyes 
burned into my brain, communicating the pent-up emotions and sensations she 
was releasing through our immoral coupling.  "Ohhh... Ohhh... Oh-ohhh...", 
Margot sighed quietly, her voice going up an octave from her speaking 
voice.  I felt her whole body vibrate, random muscles tensing and releasing 
swiftly.  She was breathing rapidly, mouth open, eyes closed during her 
climax.

   Margot relaxed, and looked at me with shining eyes, making words 
superfluous.  She moved slowly, rotating her hips with me still moving 
gently in her.  I stopped moving my hips up and down, changing to counter-
circles.  "Mmmm... Daaaviiidd...", she purred, opening her mouth and 
kissing me again.  We did not gain any urgency in our movements, and I was 
still a ways off from the point of no return.  I ceased my hips' movement, 
and Margot grabbed my ass, pulling me forcefully against her.  The wiggle I 
managed must have done something for her, for Margot softly exclaimed, "Ye-
ess!"  It was the first time in our loving that she had made more noise 
than a whisper; it was still below full speaking volume.

   A fine sheen of sweat broke out on Margot's face.  I moved forward and 
kissed her, flicking my tongue in and around her mouth, tasting her salty 
skin.  My cock was now sliding along the narrow ridge above the entrance to 
her vagina, and I was almost coming completely out of her.  Margot started 
to tremble, and her breaths became louder with each sawing stroke.  Her 
trembling increased in its intensity, and she was quaking after a few more 
seconds.  Her mouth opened again, emitting a stream of very high pitched 
squeaks, and her legs tightened around my back.  I was attempting to make 
up for her husband's neglect, and she was coming in little waves now, a 
result of the constant stimulation around her clitoris.  Margot's body 
began to ripple, and she was drawing relatively loud, sucking breaths.  I 
lost track of her as my reality warped.  My body twisted and froze in 
contortion as I poured my release deep inside of her.

   The world came back into focus.  Margot sighed loudly, and her body 
ceased its undulations.  She didn't let go of me, keeping her arms and legs 
wrapped around me, even as I slipped out of her.  After a little while, 
Margot delicately stroked my back with her hands, and lightly ran her feet 
back and forth over the backs of my legs.  I inhaled sharply, stimulated by 
the unusual, but very nice sensation, and said, "Marg-"

   "Ssshhhh.  Don't say anything.", she whispered, before showering my face 
and neck with kisses.  It effectively cut off my thought as well as my 
speech.  Sunlight streamed through the curtains, unevenly warming parts of 
our still-naked bodies.  We rolled onto our sides and began kissing again.  
Our passion had not been extinguished, and the flames grew brighter anew.  
Margot pushed me on my back and started to kiss me harder, hungrily tasting 
my mouth.  She wrapped one hand around my flaccid penis, caressing it to 
coax the blood back.

   She pushed at my chest gently with the other hand while her tongue 
slowly continued to dance in my mouth.  I twisted and turned my head, 
trying to find a still-undiscovered region in her mouth with my tongue.  
Her hand expertly slid along my lengthening rod, causing my hips to move up 
and down in rhythm with her strokes.  I was gasping for breath and started 
to fuck her hand.  Margot removed her hand, still keeping her tongue active 
around my mouth.  As turnabout is fair play, I started to tease her swollen 
labia using my fingers.  I stilled her little gasp of surprised pleasure 
with my mouth, setting off another round of long, slow, hard kisses.  
Margot responded to my manual stimulation, and I slipped my middle finger 
into her.

   Margot broke the kiss as her hips bucked, and she started to fuck _my_ 
hand.  Her eyes closed one more time, and her body was completely 
sensitized to my every touch.  I squeezed her nipples, rolling them between 
my fingers; she would lose her fucking rhythm against my other hand.  I 
kissed and tongued her neck, eliciting soft, guttural moans from deep in 
her throat.  I continued to push my finger slowly in and out, occasionally 
twisting it from side to side during its travels.  The adulteress moaned in 
rapture, moving her hips so that the pressure of contact would be 
multiplied.  Margot's hand resumed stroking my cock.  I felt the vibrations 
of her moans resonate in my mouth as we kissed deeply.

   My index finger joined its next-door neighbor and I fluttered my 
fingers, tapping them against the roof of Margot's honeyed cunt.  "Ahhnn!", 
she grunted softly, body convulsing as her G-spot sent an urgent message to 
her brain.  Margot slowed her rhythmic pumping, and I felt the internal 
massage commence around my fingers.  My fingers slurped, displacing fluid 
each time they would reenter.  She forgot all about my cock, my 
masturbation having interfered with the coordination and rudimentary 
thought she needed.  Soon her body was an amplification of the actions of 
my fingers inside her.

   I remembered reading about something called "The Gun"; I pointed my 
thumb straight up, curling my bottom two knuckles under in the shape of a 
gun.  Margot could no longer keep her tongue working in my mouth; she was 
bound by the tension that I had been creating.  Her body mirrored the state 
of her mind, and I knew that I should grant her her release.  I closed my 
thumb on top of my fingers, trapping the area next to her clit between 
them.  As my hand moved, so did her lips, and clitoral hood.  I started 
pushing against the top of her vagina, and her juices flowed freely, 
attaching gooey, fragrant strands to my fingers.  Her clit left its hiding 
place, and was rocked constantly by my manipulation of the skin around it.  
Margot bucked at my hand, groaning, "Do-o-o-o-onnn't st-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
opppp..." while I continued masturbating her.  Her voice was as sweet and 
thick as the fluid that flowed over my hands, muted to a whisper.

   I stopped eventually, because my hand and arm got tired.  It was too 
soon for Margot.  She complained, but I kissed her to quiet her.  My lover 
swung one of her long legs across my body and resumed her masturbation on 
my thigh, smearing me with more of her excitement.  The flush blossomed on 
her face, and her nipples stood proudly erect, straining forward.  Climaxes 
thundered through Margot, who had just settled on my now-ready cock.  She 
still moved slowly with a languid grace.  Her movement did not reflect the 
depth or power of her passion.  Margot was no longer on this planet; she 
roamed the galaxy of sexual abandon.

   Words were useless at this point.  Margot was panting softly, driving 
her hips against my public ring in search of the perfect coupling.  I felt 
her ecstasy, too.  It was a tangible thing, transmitted from her innermost 
depths via our intimate intersection.  It filled my body as it filled hers.  
Her eyes spoke of a long-denied hunger, and the end of the hunt.

   Margot wrapped her body around mine from above; her height enabled her 
to surround my senses.  She was thrusting down at me with short, sharp 
strokes.  My lover was still very quiet.  An occasional panting breath 
would end in a small grunt.  I didn't move at all while she continued our 
lovemaking.  My body began to tingle, needle points of intense pleasure 
broke out all over my body.  When I opened my eyes, all I saw was Margot.  
Face flushed with rapture, she filled my vision; her soft panting was all I 
heard; she dominated my sense of touch and smell.  I was completely lost in 
her, my loving, wondrous partner in unfaithfulness.  Reality was torn to 
shreds, and my body jerked frantically.  There was no sense of anything but 
extreme pleasure for a few moments.

   Margot's tongue was the first thing I became aware of.  Her long body 
rested on mine, green eyes looking at me intently while she kissed and 
tongued my chest.  She moved and our mouths met for the ten thousandth 
time.  Outside, the sounds of late Saturday morning began to fill the air.  
Margot idly ran a finger up and down my chest.  "You have a wife to return 
to."  That was the first thing she could think of to say???

   Her lips caressed my neck.  "I know -- (kiss) -- that we've had -- 
(kiss), a wonderful -- (kiss) -- morning..."  Whatever Margot was trying to 
say would wait as I wrapped my arms around her back and filled her mouth 
with my tongue.  She eagerly responded, wrapping both arms around my head.  
Her face was turning pink again, but my attempt to initiate more frolics 
was cut off by a firm, but gentle push of Margot's hand.

   "We've had a wonderful morning together, David.  I needed someone to 
make love with again.  It has been a long, lonely time.", she said, turning 
away as she sat up.

   "It doesn't have to stop here, Margot.", I said, trying my best to sound 
suggestive.

   "No, you're right, it doesn't.", she replied.  Yay!  My joy was short-
lived, because she resumed her thoughts, "But it _does_ have to stop for 
today."  Margot stood up and walked away from the bed.  "I wouldn't mind 
seeing you here in bed with me again.  But that is something that you and 
Victoria will have to discuss.  She told me that you have a somewhat open 
marriage, and I'm not sure what the limits are for 'somewhat'."  Reading my 
expression, Margot said, "Don't look so shocked.  We have talked about you 
a _lot_.  I do know that Victoria loves you very, very much, no matter how 
she acts."

   I looked at Margot questioningly.  My attraction for her was noticeable 
again; neither of us had bothered to dress yet.  "I will not be a safe 
harbor when your seas get stormy.  Richard and I have had our difficulties 
in the past; we will have them again in the future.", she warned.  "I do 
not seek another man's comfort at every little problem; it's good advice 
for you, too."  I had been secure in the knowledge that Margot wouldn't 
tell Victoria.  The post-sex glow, and the rising lust for more dissipated 
quickly now that I wasn't so sure.  It was time to get dressed and go home.  
Margot and I shared one final long, wet, wet kiss before I left.  "David?", 
she queried, freezing me in mid-turn at the door.  There was a pause.  "Did 
Victoria..."

   It was my turn to interrupt.  "No, Margot.  What happened between us was 
just me and you.  You are a very attractive woman.  I just wish we could do 
it again."

   Margot smiled.  "As do I.  Marriages that can't withstand one night of 
infidelity aren't very strong.  But the even the strongest chain will break 
if it gets pounded enough.  Maybe there will be another time for you and I.  
Victoria seems the forgiving sort."  I left Margot, wondering if Victoria 
was indeed the forgiving sort.  I mean, this was her best _friend_ I had 
just cheated on her with.  Most of all, my wife hadn't been herself 
lately...  Damn, that was a quick walk home.

   I cautiously entered the house, alert for flying objects.  I was greeted 
by complete silence.  I tiptoed upstairs, nerves still on edge, guilt 
beginning to roast my heart.  No sign of her.  I went back to the first 
floor.  She still wasn't around, so I checked the garage, and saw that her 
car was gone.  I sat down, more agitated than relieved by her absence.  I 
considered whether I wanted to be home when she got back.

   The sun had started to descend towards the horizon, I had taken a nap, 
and my wife was still missing.  I began to worry about her.  Victoria had 
been moody of late to say the least, and I wondered what reaction my 
infidelity would provoke.  Last night, she had basically told me and Margot 
that she didn't care one way or the other.  That was then, this is after it 
has happened, and there's no sense in lying.  Victoria wasn't born 
yesterday.  I became positive that her absence was caused by my tryst with 
Margot.  By the next half-hour, I had convinced myself that she was gaining 
revenge with some stud, or plotting my demise.  Was she going to wait until 
the darkness returned her supernatural powers to kill me?  Or was she 
merely planning a more conventional divorce?  My racing thoughts of doom 
crashed to a halt when I heard a car horn in the back.  I walked out to 
meet my fate.

   Victoria got out of the car.  "David, bring in the packages in the car 
please."  Her tone was businesslike, commanding.  She marched past me with 
a regal air.  Oh well, at least she said please.  She had shopped for more 
clothes by the look of the packages.  They were all from a store I'd never 
heard of before.  "I am upstairs, in the guest room.  Bring them here.", 
Victoria called.  The guest room?  I obeyed silently, not ready to discuss 
the day's events.  After the second trip, I had all of the bags and boxes 
on the second floor.  "Just sit them over by the closet.  Then I have 
something to tell you."

   Victoria went to our bedroom, while I finished stacking boxes.  
Finished, I went to meet her, my heart growing heavier with every step.  
She turned to face me as I entered the room.  Her mouth opened as if to say 
something, but then she stopped, as if she had reconsidered.  "Maybe you 
should sit down, David."  Uh-oh.  This was it.  I swallowed hard when I sat 
on the bed.

   "I have not been myself lately.", she began.  What an understatement.  
"I am sorry that I have driven you to other arms.  I have never felt like 
this before, and I decided that something must be done."  Victoria's brown 
eyes burned through me, lasers passing through the suddenly vacant space 
where my soul used to be.  Her tone was grave, and my fears grew 
exponentially with each passing second.  "So, I went to see a psychiatrist, 
hoping I would find out about my moods."  My soon-to-be ex-wife paused and 
my heart sank, as my mind raced through visions of the shrink telling her 
to "dump that chump."

   "He asked me some questions, and then he sent me to another doctor.  I 
had to wait for while, but the other doctor saw me today, too.  I am not 
comfortable with doctors, there is too much that is -- difficult to 
explain.  The other doctor took blood and -- other things.  I do not like 
that.  But I wait, and I wait and finally doctor comes back."  I was 
relieved to hear that she wasn't planning on killing me yet, but now I 
wanted to know what was wrong with her.  Victoria waited, keeping me on 
pins and needles.  Suddenly, her face broke into a giant smile, and her 
eyes laughed as she said, "I'm going to have a baby!"

   "You're _WHAT_???", I gasped.  I was glad that I was sitting down.  My 
jaw hung limply from the bottom of my face.  The mirror reflected the 
foolish-looking shocked man on the bed back at him.

   Victoria danced happily around my stunned figure on the edge of the bed, 
kissing me frantically around the face when I didn't respond.  "You are not 
happy?", she asked with concern.  Truth to tell, I was elated.  It was just 
that my brain was having problems communicating with my mouth.  Tiny 
squeaks were all that I could produce from my vocal cords.  It took a 
couple of passionate kisses from Victoria to get everything back in working 
order.  I babbled hysterically at my wife for several minutes.

   She grabbed me and we kissed each other deeply for a long time.  "You 
don't know how happy I am to be having a baby.", Victoria purred that night 
as we settled down to sleep.  We had gone hunting earlier, and I had fussed 
at her over the quality of victim she had picked.  She laughingly said, 
"Blood is blood, unless it has champagne in it."  Victoria had insisted on 
making love, too.  "No, not vampire way.  I am going to give in to my 
mortal desires..."

   "About Margot?"  Victoria's question made me snap wide awake.  "Did you 
stay with her last night?", my wife asked.

   "Yes, we stayed up until sunrise talking.", I answered truthfully.

   "You did not come home right after sunrise.", Victoria said.  Her tone 
of voice said, "Nice try, but I'm not going to let you off that easy."  It 
was obviously confession time.  "I was awake, worrying about seeing the 
doctor.  I left before I could tell you.  I forgot to leave a message."  I 
was getting very uncomfortable with all of this forthright discussion of 
infidelity.  "Did you make love to Margot?", my wife asked.  She rolled 
over on top of me, and looked deep into my eyes.

   "Yes.", I said, very softly.  Our eyes were locked, and there was no 
place to hide from Victoria or my conscience.

   My wife continued her quiet interrogation.  "Did you ask her, or did she 
ask you?"

   I cleared my throat, but the voice was still a conspiratorial whisper.  
"We asked each other."

   "You are ashamed, yes?"  I nodded.  "It is no one's fault.  I pushed you 
away from me.  Kelly is in Washington, or she would have come.  I know you 
called for her.  She is my slave, too, David."  Victoria grabbed my head to 
keep me from looking away.  "Margot is very attracted to you, and she is 
still lovely, active, vibrant woman with --"  Victoria made a face before 
finishing, "... dead husband.  She is happy to find guaranteed AIDS-free 
lover when the need strikes."  My wife grinned wickedly.  "I -- advertised 
your talents to her.  The -- girl talk."

   I blushed.  Victoria lay her head down, kissed my chest and said 
goodnight.  She was asleep almost instantly, while I lay beneath her, too 
stunned, confused, elated, sated, and in love with this wondrous woman 
vampire to sleep.

   I became the typical nervous wreck of an expectant father.  I fawned 
over Victoria, waiting on her hand and foot.  I took a leave of absence 
from my job; I don't know if I'll go back to it.  Kelly and Michelle and 
Margot were frequent visitors to the house, all of them watching Victoria's 
condition if I was unable to.  Margot was an enormous help, coaching us 
through the mood swings and craves.  (Blood sundae?  With Muenster cheese?  
Fortunately, at four a.m., you _can_ get all of this at a 7-11.)

   Victoria had been surprised when I agreed to Lamaze classes.  She wanted 
me to be in the delivery room as well.  She was fascinated by everything 
about her pregnancy, the "penultimate mortal female experience", as she 
called it, and took voluminous notes.  She needed to have blood nightly 
now, which I found interesting.  When she began to show, I insisted on 
hunting for her.  "Daa-viiid...  No man sees me as pregnant if I do not 
want him to because I am vampire seductress.  I am perfectly capable of 
hunting for myself.", Victoria would protest to no avail.  Then she'd bat 
her eyes at me, and purr, "You are sooo sweet.  I love you."

   As her pregnancy progressed, I forgot about other women completely, much 
to Victoria's surprise.  I was spending almost all of my time around her, 
never going too far away.  I got a beeper, and she was the only person with 
the number.  One night, we had a discussion about my lack of sexual 
activity.  "We have not made love in six months.  You must be in need.  I 
will summon Kelly."  Our discussion turned into a long, quiet, drawn out 
argument.  I won, settling down in the bed next to Victoria, but I thought 
I saw her smile as I drifted off to sleep.

   As the time drew nearer, Victoria wondered what labor would be like.  
She found that carrying a baby wasn't exactly the fun thing it had been a 
few months ago.  She wanted to be a full vampire, she complained, "because 
then I would sleep all day."  At night, Victoria was fine; she didn't feel 
any difference from her non-pregnant state.  We guessed that the 
supernatural effects of being a vampire somehow gave her extra strength.  
So it wasn't that much of a surprise when Victoria went into labor promptly 
at dawn.

   Victoria gave birth to a baby girl at eleven fifteen in the morning.  We 
named her Rebecca Dawn.  The three of us were in Victoria's room that 
evening.  We were waiting for a maternity nurse to give Victoria and 
Rebecca brief examinations, and speak with Victoria.  "Hi!  I'm Karen, the 
maternity lady!", she said cheerily as she entered Victoria's private room.  
"How's baby Rebecca?"

   "Fine.  She doesn't cry a lot.  She's a greedy little girl, though.", my 
wife said of our new daughter, who had been breast-feeding for a long 
while.  Even so, Victoria reluctantly handed Rebecca to the nurse, who 
raised the baby to her shoulders.  It was dark outside, the sun having 
disappeared below the horizon not more than five minutes ago, and Victoria 
had perked up a little.  I kissed my wife, and then she poked me hard in 
the shoulder, pointing at Karen.  I turned to see the nurse removing a 
breast from her blouse with one hand, and lowering Rebecca to it with the 
other.  Victoria and I both saw the two tiny red dots on Nurse Karen's 
neck, and the vacant expression in her eyes...