"Not yet," Nora said. "I just wanted to know if it were possible, and I may never remain longer than an evening."

"Ah, but I think you will," Mr. Nicholas told her. "Kyle is very charming, and so much nicer than what you have been used to, my dear. Since you have not changed him, I can assume he is performing his duties in a satisfactory manner. Have you grown bored with Rolf? You have not used him recently."

Nora felt a blush heating her cheek. "Rolf is delightful," she said coolly, "but Kyle needed more of my time. Rolf will return to join us soon."

"How intuitive you are," Mr. Nicholas noted, "to understand Kyle's needs as well as your own. He will serve you well under those circumstances. Have I answered all your questions, my dear?"

"Not all, but all I mean to ask you for now," Nora said. Should she be afraid of this man? And yet he was very charming, cultured, and mannerly. There was nothing to be afraid of from Mr. Nicholas.

"One final thing, my dear," he said to her. "If I do you the favor of allowing you to remain within The Channel at your pleasure, is it not reasonable of me to assume that you would owe me a favor one day? Would you agree?" The dark eyes looked directly into her gray green ones.

"Of course," Nora agreed even as a small shiver touched her spine.

He smiled, and then he arose. "Then our business is concluded for now, my dear. I shall look forward to seeing you again one day. Our tea party has been a delightful interlude for me. Shall I call Margaret to escort you to the elevator?"

"I can find my own way," Nora said. She held out her hand to bid him good-bye.

But instead of shaking her hand this time he took it in his small soft hand and, raising it to his lips, kissed it. "It has been a pleasure, Nora. Good-bye."

"Good-bye," she said, feeling a burning sensation where his mouth had touched the back of her hand. She hurried to the door and, opening it, went into the outer office. "Good-bye, Margaret," she told Mr. Nicholas's assistant, and the woman smiled and nodded a farewell. Nora almost ran to the elevator. It opened at once, and stepping in, she saw there was only one button to press. She pushed it with her finger, and the doors closed, and the sensation of rising filled her. When the elevator finally stopped and the doors opened again, she stepped out into her penthouse.

Outside the large windows, the cityscape glowed with a clear night. She drew a deep breath and turned, startled to find Kyle there. "Oh! You frightened me!" she said.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "You look pale, Red Rover. Come and sit down, and tell me about your visit with Mr. Nicholas." He drew her to the couch, and pulled her down into his arms. "You're shivering."

"Who is he?" Nora asked Kyle. "Who is Mr. Nicholas?"

"I don't understand," Kyle replied. "Mr. Nicholas is Mr. Nicholas."

Nora bit her lip. "He is so urbane. He treats this as if it were a normal occurrence, and damnit, The Channel isn't exactly your everyday recreation."

"Do you really want to question the very thing that brings you so much pleasure, Red Rover?" he asked her gently. "Ask yourself what your life would be without me, without The Channel? When you return to your own reality, Nora, don't you feel stronger for having been here?"

"Yes!" she said. "Yes, my life has been so much better since I found The Channel," Nora agreed.

"Then don't question how this has come to be, Red Rover. I'm here- The Channel is here- just for your enjoyment. No more second-guessing, okay?"

"Okay," Nora agreed. "Now, kiss me, slave!" She raised her face to him.

His lips brushed hers tenderly.

"Take off your shorts," she commanded, and she helped him remove the single garment, twisting her body so that she might begin to kiss and lick at him. He stretched his length, his heels pressing into the carpet. Nora's tongue lapped at the flesh of his chest. She would lick, and then she would blow, and then she would tease him with her hair. Inch by inch she covered his torso with her homage, moving slowly, slowly until she buried her face in his dark pubic hair, breathing in the scent of him, kissing his mound. Her hand wrapped about his penis. Her tongue swiveled about its head several times. She licked at it. Then she put the tip in her mouth, and sucked on it. "Mmmmm," she said, and drew him deeper into her mouth and throat.

His big hand began to caress her bottom, smoothing around the pale flesh. Her mouth was driving him wild. She would draw on his knob until he was at the point of explosion, and then stop, letting him throb within the cavity of her mouth unfulfilled. Then when the tension had eased, at last she would begin again, teasing him to the point where he thought he would burst, only to stop. His hand wrapped itself in her hair, and he pulled her head up. "It's time for madame's riding lesson," he told her. His dick was sticking straight up. "Get on, Red, or else!"

"Or else what?" she taunted him, and then she shrieked, as he pulled her over his knees and smacked her butt hard several times.

"Get on," he said again, pulling her over, pushing up her skirt, and lowering her onto his cock. "Ahhh," he breathed as he slid inside her hot silken vagina. "Now, that's better. "Now I think we'll go for a trot, a canter, and a gallop, mistress."

Nora began to ride him. Slowly at first, then increasing her tempo until he began to moan. His eyes were closed, and the look on his handsome face was utter bliss. "Good horsey," she teased, and her fingers dug into his shoulders. His hands wrapped themselves about her waist.

"Lean back so I can go deeper," he told her.

She arched her body, leaning backward, and felt his dick slide deeper into her fevered maw. She squeezed him with her vaginal muscles, and he groaned low. "Oh, very good horsey," she told him. "Ohh, that's nice, darling."

Suddenly to Nora's surprise Kyle released his hold on her waist, and sliding his palms beneath her buttocks, he slowly stood up, still impaled within her. She wrapped her arms about his neck so she wouldn't fall as he carried her to the end of the couch and pulled his swollen penis out of her body. Before she could ask he was turning her facedown and laying her across the wide rolled arm of the couch. He pushed her legs apart, and she felt his cock pushing between the cheeks of her ass. "Kyle!" she gasped.

"You can do this, Nora," he told her. "I won't force anything, but I knew you were ready earlier. Just trust me. I'll stop if you say the word." He put the tip of his penis directly in the center of her anus. "Just feel it there, Red. Aren't you just a little bit curious? When I put my finger in before, you squeezed it tight. Let's just try." He pushed her hair aside, and tenderly kissed the nape of her neck.

"You'll stop if I say no?" she asked nervously.

"I promise," he told her, pushing her dress up.

"It feels so big," she said.

"It is big, and it's going to feel really, really good," he whispered hotly, and he gently pushed his penis against the tight little hole. "Just the tip, baby. I'll just put the tip in at first." He could feel her muscles beginning to relax, and he moved carefully, telling her, "You control me, Nora. Push back, baby."

She could feel him, but she wasn't in the least afraid of this so-called sexual taboo. She had always been curious, but she had never dared tell Jeff. After all, a man who would call his wife a slut because she wanted a little spanking would have gone berserk at the suggestion of anal sex. "Ohh!" Suddenly she felt the tip of his penis push through. It was a unique sensation, but he hadn't hurt her.

"Is it okay?" he asked.

In reply she pushed back on his cock carefully. The feeling of fullness was incredible. She gasped softly. "My God, Kyle!" She was coming, and she couldn't help it. She wasn't certain she liked it, but she had wanted to try.

"I'm all the way in," he groaned. He didn't move at all. Just stood encased within her denseness. The sensation for him was wonderful. She was so tight.

"I know." She squeezed him with her rectal muscles, and with a sob he came. She could feel the spurts of his juices, and finally he shuddered, finished.

It was then he withdrew slowly and carefully from her, pulling her up, and holding her tightly in his embrace. "You are the most incredible woman," he told her.

"Another adventure," Nora laughed weakly. "I think I need a drink."

"Me too. Can you pour us one while I go wash off Big Dan?"

"I'm still hot," she told him.

"Me too," he said, and she looked down to see his penis still hard.

"Go wash. I'll pour us something, and meet you in bed," Nora said.

There was champagne open on the bar. She poured them two flutes, and took them into the bedroom. She could hear him showering as she set the narrow goblets down, and pulled her dress off. He came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped about his loins, and looked at her, naked but for the garter belt and stockings.

"Don't take those off," he said. "I love fucking a woman in a garter belt, Red."

She handed him one of the champagne flutes. "Here's to garter belts," she toasted him with a grin.

"Garter belts!" He raised his flute at her, and drank the champagne down in a single gulp.

They put the goblets down, and sliding to her knees, Nora took him in her mouth again. Her fingers dug into his buttocks. The smell of soap on his skin was intoxicating. Within the briefest time he was ready again, and they fell on the bed. He pushed her legs up, and thrust himself into her warmth with a sigh. He moved on her slowly, slowly as they enjoyed this nearness, and when he found himself beginning to get bored he pushed her legs straight up, and drove deeper into her, thrusting and withdrawing, thrusting and withdrawing until she was sobbing softly.

Why had she never had sex like this before The Channel? Nora wondered. Every movement he made she felt acutely. When he raised her legs all the way up, leaning against them, his dick had gone deeper than she had ever felt. She could sense the impending explosion coming. "Yes!" she sobbed, and then it happened, and they came together in a wild burst of lust. She actually swooned with her pleasure, and when she revived she curled up against him, and he tenderly enfolded her in his embrace.

"Will it always be like this?" she asked him.

"Until you tire of me," he said softly.

"I'm not going to tire of you," she reassured him.

"Good," he told her. "I don't want to lose you, Red."

"You're jealous of Rolf, aren't you?" she asked him.

"I don't like it when you do other men, Red."

"But I may want to now and again," she warned him. "I've led a very circumspect life up until now, darling. But you'll always be here for me, and I'll always want you more than I want any of the others."

"Are you going to remain in The Channel?" he wondered.

"Not tonight, Kyle. I'm saving that for another time. Maybe I never will. I don't know. The Channel has become my refuge, I think, but I'm not ready yet to disappear from my own reality. Mr. Nicholas says it will appear as if I am unconscious when I do. I'm not sure I want to frighten my family like that."

"What if I said I wanted you here with me always?" he tempted her.

"I don't know," Nora answered. "If we were together all the time, would we grow bored with one another, Kyle? I don't think I'd like to spend my life in this apartment, as wonderful as it is. If I could be in my reality like I am in The Channel. If you could be with me there instead of here. It would be perfect, I think, darling."

"Your husband wouldn't like it if you looked like this and had me as a lover. He might even consider coming back to you. Is that what you want, Nora?" He was angry, and definitely jealous.

Nora pulled out of his embrace, and looked down into his face. "No, Kyle, there are no circumstances under which I would want Jeff back. He's a pig. You are the man for me. You're tender and gentle. You're thoughtful of me. And, my darling Mr. Gorgeous, you aren't bad on the eyes. And the best thing is that as long as we are here, we'll always be the same, right?"

He smiled up at her. "Right, Red!"

She smiled back. The phone rang then, and they heard the wake-up call. "I might as well go now," Nora said. "We've certainly had a busy evening, haven't we?" She got up from their bed.

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yes," she promised. "J. J. won't be home until Monday late." Then turning, she walked back into the living room, and placed her hand on the television screen. The now familiar pop sounded, and she was back in her recliner. Reaching for the channel changer, she clicked the set off, and standing up, she went upstairs to her bedroom. She needed a shower, and she was exhausted. Kyle was a tireless lover. Going into her bathroom, she pulled off her nightshirt, and then she stared shocked. She was wearing a green lace garter belt, and sheer stockings. This had certainly never happened before. Nora shivered. Well, if she had ever needed any proof that The Channel was real, this sure as hell was it. She couldn't wait to tell Carla. She undid the garter belt, and laid it aside, rolling the stockings off her feet. Showering quickly, she fell into bed.