Ryan Howe was a defeated man. He was 45, single, and had spent the last five years in legal trouble over his divorce with his wife. Mindy had been the world to Ryan. She always was. However during the later part of their marriage something just felt off. Ryan and Mindy had stopped having sex, they had tried to have children but Ryan found out that he was infertile. This was devastating news for the two of them, but for Mindy it was a deal breaker.
It was about a year ago when Ryan came home from his dead end job at a sales company and found his wife sleeping with a much younger man. Ryan had suspected that this had been going on for quite awhile, but it still hit him hard. The divorce had cost Ryan considerable amounts of money and had cost him his house. He now lived in an apartment complex on the outskirts of San Francisco. It was a modest place, two stories, single and two bedrooms. It was used by a variety of different people ranging from young to Ryan's age. Financially they were not too well off.
Ryan had finished another day at work and was walking up the stairs to go to his apartment when he was interrupted by his next door neighbors. He had reached the top of the stairs when he saw Bailey bending over getting her mail off the ground.
Bailey was 23 years old and was arguably the prettiest woman Ryan had ever seen. She stood about 5'8, had long curly red hair, and had one of the nicest set of legs and waist that Ryan had ever seen on a woman. Her ass stuck out in all the right places and her skin was slightly tanned with light freckles running up and down her legs. She was wearing tight jean shorts that let much of her lower ass hang out for the world to see. Additionally Ryan could see her red thong subtly jutting out for the world to see.
Ryan couldn't help but stare as Bailey continued to collect the mail that was on the ground. She stood up and her long red hair fell down her slender shoulders. She was wearing a white silky top that showed off her c-cup cleavage, yet it only hung down to just above her midriff. Bailey's face was flawless. She had beautiful green eyes, high cheekbones, and kept her face maintained quite well. Her only flaw was the fact that she spoke with a strong southern twang and had flawed teeth.
Ryan continued to walk by her and muttered a quick hello as he entered his apartment. Ryan was nervous to talk to her and who wouldn't be. This woman was perfect. As Ryan shut his door he watched Bailey greet a man that was in her apartment, give him a kiss, then hold his hand as they went down to Bailey's car. Ryan figured that the man must have been Bailey's boyfriend. He was tall, tan, handsome, everything a girl Bailey's age would want in a guy.
Ryan dismissed himself to his apartment and began to check his e-mail. Most of it was junk mail and reminders from his lawyers about his need to pay his legal fees for his divorce settlement. After what felt like hours of going through spam e-mail and stupid youtube videos Ryan grabbed a bottle of whiskey from his bare cabinet.
Ryan poured himself a drink and then went to his facebook to see what his friends were up to. He saw pictures of his college buddies with their wives and children and grew increasingly angry at the fact that he didn't have what they had. He wanted a family, he wanted more.
As Ryan continued to check his newsfeed he saw pictures of his wife with a new man. She looked happy, and it angered Ryan so much. He grabbed the bottle and took giant swigs of whiskey from the bottle. He read the caption to the image which read, "So happy and blessed." and Ryan continued to swig the booze. He didn't want to feel. He didn't give a shit.
Ryan slammed the bottle on his table and as he did so an e-mail dinged on his browser.
Ryan drunkenly fumbled with the mouse and clicked open the tab. He saw that a new e-mail had arrived from a non disclosed e-mail address and it did not have a subject.
Ryan clicked open the e-mail and saw a simple string of text:
"Pissed at your ex-wife? Want a better body than her? Want to be better than her? If so, click here."
Ryan chuckled and in his buzzed stupor, he clicked yes.
When Ryan clicked the button the entire apartment went dark. His computer turned off and everything was silent. Suddenly there was a knock on his door. Ryan went to the door and opened it. Surprisingly no one was there. Ryan looked around and couldn't hear anything. Interestingly the lights in the other apartments were on while his remained off.
Ryan stepped outside and stumbled over something. He fell on the ground and hit his head, "Son of a bitch" Ryan grumbled as he slowly stood up.
At his door was a cardboard box that had no label on it. Ryan grumpily picked it up and took it inside. Ryan carried it with him as he went into his bathroom where his breaker box was located. After fumbling around for a few minutes Ryan was able to get the lights back on. Light flooded the bathroom as the breaker clicked back into place.
Ryan looked at his mirror and saw his familiar reflection in the mirror. He saw his bespectacled head with grey and dark brown beard. Ryan had put on some weight since the divorce. He wasn't too tall, but tall enough at about 6 feet. Ryan took off his glasses and ran some water over his face.
Sighing, he wiped off his face and put his glasses back on.
Ryan looked at the box that he had received. Interested, Ryan opened the box and looked inside. Within the box was a black cloth neckband that appeared to have a small black ob attached to it.
Ryan looked around for anything else in the box and found a single piece of paper with the word "put me on" written on it. Slightly careless, Ryan put the cloth around his neck. It fit loosely and hung down like a necklace. Ryan began to run his fingers around the necklace feeling it. It was silky yet cold. Almost like a metal or something. Feeling around he found the small rectangle and ran his finger over it. Suddenly the necklace tightened.
Ryan was frightened and tried to pull the necklace off. No matter how much he tried, Ryan couldn't pull the damn thing off. Suddenly the necklace got tighter, tighter, and tighter. Finally Ryan watched as a gab suddenly appeared about midway on his neck.
Ryan reached up with his hands and felt his face. He could still feel, still move, and was somehow still alive. Ryan moved his fingers through the gap and felt nothing. It was like a force was holding his head in place over his body. Ryan began to hyperventilate. He pressed the small rectangle on the necklace again, but it didn't do anything. In a panic, Ryan ran out of his apartment. He looked next door and saw that Bailey's lights were faintly lit. Ryan looked into her window and was amazed at what he saw.
Bailey was on top of her bed on all fours. Her perfect ass was jutted in the air with her panties pushed to the side. She had a huge smile on her face and seemed to be enjoying herself as her boyfriend continued to pump his large member into her pussy. Bailey's tits bounced as the man continued to pump his member inside of her.
Ryan was undoubtedly aroused at the sight and began to grow an erection. Suddenly, he lost all feeling of his body. He couldn't move, couldn't breath, couldn't talk. He couldn't do anything. This was even stranger because he felt his head begin to move forward towards Bailey's window. Even stranger he felt himself go through the glass in her window. It felt strange like sticking your hand in water.
As he entered the room, Bailey and her boyfriend seemed oblivious to the fact that Ryan had entered. Soon, Ryan was within inches of the two of them. Surprisingly, neither did anything.
Ryan looked at Bailey who was gently moaning with each pump of her boyfriend's big cock. He tried to motion anything to get her attention but nothing seemed to be working.
Before Ryan's eyes he watched Bailey's beautiful redheaded cranium slowly lift off her body. She continued to moan as her boyfriend continued to pump into her tight sexy ass. Suddenly
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