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Disclaimer: Tales From The Darkside belongs to Mister George A. Romero,
Laurel Entertainment and Tribune Entertainment. This story is not-for-profit
but I own it.

Date: 02/22/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, voyurism, male solo sex, female solo sex,
male/female sex, graphic violence

Category: Het

Cast:
Patricia Richardson -- Molly Rupp
Tim Allen -- Herbert Rupp
Dean Cain -- Scott Chamberlin
Sally Field -- Sarah Forbes

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: After she gets herself abandoned by her husband, a new TV set
suddenly turns itself on in front of a sad and lonely housewife and allows
a young male stud to speak to her.

Other Notes: This story is based on the picture entitled 'Fresh' by an artist
named Gil Elvgren.

Dedications: None so far.
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Tales From The Darkside: Into The TV Set
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

Man lives in the sunlit world of what he believes to be reality but there
is -- unseen by most -- an underworld, a place that is just as real but not
as brightly lit... A DARKSIDE!

* * *

It was during the afternoon hours of July 22nd, 1949 within the New York
suburb known as New Rochelle that a pair of men had just unloaded a new TV
set out of their moving van and placed it inside the living room of the home
of Herbert and Molly Rupp just in time for the Rupps' curious next-door
neighbor whose name happens to be Sarah Forbes to step into the house, look
around that very room and called, "Hello!Are you home, Molly?Don't you want
to come in here and take a look at your new TV set?"

But then, after the beautiful Mrs. Rupp had stepped out of the kitchen with
a look of sadness on her face, gazed her eyes upon the new set and said, "Oh,
yes. It does look really nice. Don't you think so, Sarah?", Molly's concerned
neighbor had placed her gentle hand on her poor best friend's shoulder and
answered, "Well, yes. I really do think that it's very nice. Molly, what is
it? Is there something wrong with you and Herb?"

And after she had closed her eyes and allowed a single tear to run down her
cheek, a saddened Molly had let out a sigh and answered, "Oh, yes! There
really is something wrong with us, Sarah!I mean, before Herb had gotten his
new job at that Wall Street firm and we had moved ourselves into this
neighborhood, he was able to spend some time with me either to have a
romantic dinner or get really frisky... if you know what I mean."

"Oooohhhh, yes. I really do know what you mean. But, Molly. He has no choice
but to pull those overtime jobs to make sure that he keeps a roof over your
head and everything else. ", that was what an optimistic Sarah had said to
Molly, who -- in turn -- had placed her hand on her forehead and said, "I
know that, Sarah!But I've got to tell you right now that if I don't get
someone to fuck me and soon, my whole entire brain is going to get the shit
kicked out of it!"

And after she had turned her eyes toward her next-door neighbor and noticed
the look of shock on her face, a suddenly guilt-ridden Molly had walked
herself over to Sarah, placed her gentle hands on top of those of her best
friend and said, "Oh, Sarah. I really am sorry about that, Sweetie. It's just
that I had been...!" only to have Sarah gently place her hand on Molly's
shoulder, let out a sigh of relief and say, "That's okay, Molly. It really
is. It's just that you had thrown me for a loop by saying those words, that's
all. Look, Molly. Just take it easy, start watching some shows on your new TV
set and relax. Hopefully, it would no longer be that bad for you and Herb for
much longer. All you have to do is just keep an open mind. I'll see you
later. 'Bye."

And as soon as a smiling Sarah had left the house and gone back over to her
place, Molly had closed the front door, took a good look at the living room
and thought to herself, *Maybe Sarah's right. Maybe something will happen to
make Herb come home to me instead of having him stay late at the office. I
just have to keep an open mind, that's all, * before she had walked into the
bathroom, turned on the water and began filling the bathtub with water.

Then, after she had gone into the bedroom, stripped off all of her clothes
and put on a soft pink bathrobe, Molly had walked back into the bathroom, sat
herself down in the already-filled tub and started enjoying her nice warm
bath, only to have the telephone in the living room to start ringing and
cause a hopefull Molly to climb herself out of the tub, wrap a large bath
towel around her bare-ass naked body, rush herself into the living room, pick
up the phone and said, "Hello! This is the Rupp residence!"

"Believe me, Molly. I already know that. I live there with you. Remember?"
that was what the voice of her beloved husband known as Herbert Rupp had said
to Molly, who had let out a small smile and said, "Oooohhhh, Herb. Please
tell me that your boss is going to let you come home tonight instead of
letting you stay there and...!" but just as she was about to say another
word, Herbert's voice had suddenly said, "Ah, Molly-Sweetie. I really do hate
to burst your bubble like this but I'm afraid that it's going to be another
all-nighter. I really do hope that you would understand."

And after she had allowed a single tear to run down her cheek and started
biting on her bottom lip, a suddenly upset Molly had taken a deep breath and
said, "Oh, yeah. I understand. Your boss wants you to stay there and do the
job and I understand that. I'll just see you when get home. Okay?" which had
caused Herbert's voice to say, "Okay, Sweetheart. And I really do promise
that I will do something to make it up to you. I have to go back to work now.
See you when I get home. 'Bye."

And after she had hung up the phone, released her grip on the towel -- which
had dropped down to the living room floor -- and stood right where she was
with a stunned look in her eyes for about a minute or two, poor Molly had let
out a scream of pure rage, plopped herself down on the sofa, banged on the
cushions seven times, grabbed hold of one of the pillows on the sofa and
began to cry.

But while she was doing that, the Rupp's new TV set had suddenly turned
itself on and caused a suddenly curious Molly to lift up her head, turn her
eyes toward the set and say, "What in the world is going on here?" just
before the image of a young and handsome male hunk standing in a totally
different living room, taken a good look at Molly's wonderfully-built nude
body and said, "Whoa!I know that my new set might have a few bugs in it but
I had never expected this to happen!"

"Now see here, my kind sir! I already had a bad enough day as it is!So, might
I suggest that you do not get fresh with me!" that was what a long-faced
Molly had said to the young male stranger after she had closed her legs and
placed two of the sofa pillows on her exposed tits and before he had let out
a small chuckle and said, "Look, Lady. I really am sorry to had shocked you
like this. Why don't we allow ourselves to start again on the right foot? Hi,
my name is Scott Chamberlin and I'm coming to you live and in person from my
home in beautiful Los Angeles, California. Okay, it's your turn."

And after she had realized what he was waiting for her to do, Molly had taken
a deep breath, rolled her eyes and said, "Well, my name is Molly Rupp and
this is the living room in my home at New Rochelle, New York and I... I...
I'm pretty much alone right now! You see, I really do miss my husband so very
much and I want him to be here with me but...!" before a concerned Scott had
noticed the tears running down Molly's cheeks, raised up his hand and said,
"Whoa, Molly! Don't stop now. Just go ahead and let it out."

"THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE BOSS OF HIS JUST KEEPS MY OWN HUSBAND AWAY FROM ME WITH
WORK AND I KNOW THAT I'M SUPPOSSED TO UNDERSTAND THIS BUT I JUST CAN NOT TAKE
IT ANYMORE! I JUST WANT SOME MAN... ANY MAN... TO COME INTO THIS ROOM AND
START FUCKING ME RIGHT HERE AND NOW!" that was what a teary-eyed Molly had
yelled at the top of her lungs before she had lowered her head and started
crying before Scott had at his new TV set, scratched the back of his head,
took a deep breath and thought to himself, *Oooohhhh, why the fucking hell
not?*

And then, he had stepped into the TV set in his living room and out of the
set in the Rupps' living room, a shocked Molly had looked at Scott, shook her
head and said, "I... I... I really didn't know that it was possible for you
to do that, Scott," which had caused him to take a deep breath, scratch the
back of his head and say, "Well, to tell you the truth, Molly. I was so very
surprised myself."

And after the two newfound friends had looked and smiled at each other and
shared a small chuckle between them, Molly had let out a sigh of relief,
gotten herself off the sofa and gave Scott a big friendly hug, only to have
him take a look at her bare-ass naked body, raised up his hands and said,
"Hold on for a minute, Molly," before he had taken all of his clothes off
and allowed Molly to have a good look at the wonderfully-built body that he
had on him.

Then, after he had began stroking his stiff cock right in front of Molly and
it had caused her to start pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot,
moist snatch and carressing her own tits with the other hand, Scott had moved
himself closer to Molly, kissed her ever so passionately on the lips and
started licking all over her nude body -- all the way down to her hot, wet
pussy and carressing her firm breasts.

And then, after she had placed her hands on his bare shoulders and said,
"Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Scott!Touch me!Touch me there! Suck
my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" both Scott and Molly had moved themselves into
the bedroom, where they had placed their nude bodies on the bed and Scott
had turned himself around and allowed Molly to start sucking on his stone
hard dick, which had caused Molly to suddenly realize that even though the
handsome hunk in the bed with her was not her husband, she was still able
to experience pure and untamed sexual pleasure and enjoying every minute of
it.

That was before Scott had placed his stiff cock inside Molly's asshole and
used each of his hands to carress both her stiff mounds and hot and steamy
cunt, causing a sexually-energized Molly to place one of her hands on Scott's
bare shoulder and the other hand on his bare arm and yell at the top of her
lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, SCOTT! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING
SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And after the two newfound lovers had started moving themselves harder and
faster and their lovemaking has finally moved itself into a new house in New
Rochelle, both Scott and Molly had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and
fell asleep with their naked arms in a lover's embrace just before the very
next day, which was when Molly had finally woken herself up and discovered
that Scott was no longer in the same room with her, causing her to wonder if
it was actually a dream or not.

Anyway, it was after she had finally gotten herself dressed and out of the
bedroom that she had spotted her own husband sitting on the living room sofa
with the look of sadness on his face, causing a concerned Molly to sit
herself down next to Herbert, place her gentle hand on his shoulder and
asked, "What is it, Herb? Is there anything wrong?" before he had taken a
deep breath, gently placed his hand on top of Molly's and answered, "I really
am sorry, Molly. But I'm going on a trip to Hawaii next week and you won't be
coming along. You see, my boss had ordered me to take one of the secretaries
with me and say that she's really my wife because... well...!"

But just as he was about to get another word out of his mouth, Molly had
taken her hand off of Herbert's shoulder, gotten herself off the sofa, turned
towards her own husband with pure anger in her eyes, picked up the phone and
growled, "GET OUT! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT OF THIS HOUSE RIGHT NOW, YOU COLD
HEARTLESS SON-OF-A-BITCH!" before she had thrown the phone at Herbert and
struck him right in the forehead and caused him to place his hands on his
head and let out a scream of total pain.

And after he had looked up and noticed that his pissed-off wife had picked up
one of the lamps and was about to smash him in the head with it, a shocked
Herbert had gotten himself off the sofa and rushed himself out of the house
just in time for the saddened Molly to smash that lamp down on the living
room floor, plop herself down on the sofa, place her hands over her eyes and
began to cry.

And believe it or not, that had caused the TV set to turn itself back on and
allow the image of Scott Chamberlin to appear once again just in time for him
to look at poor saddened Molly and ask, "Hey, Molly? What's wrong? Did that
husband of yours hurt you?" just before she had lifted up her eyes, wiped the
tears from her eyes and answered, "In a way! That piss-ant boss of his had
caused me to... I just can't take it anymore, Scott! I just wish that I could
do the same thing that you had done last night!"

And after he had realized exactly what she was getting at, a small-smiling
Scott had claped his hands together, took a deep breath and said, "Well,
Molly. I do believe that there's only one way to know if that's true or not.
Don't you agree?" before she had given that idea some thought, nodded her
head in response to Scott's question and allowed herself to step into the TV
set and disappear from the very house that she had once shared with the man
who had just became her ex-husband.

And as soon as the screen on that set had finally gone blank, both Herbert
and Sarah had barged themselves into the house and discovered that Molly was
not in the living room, causing a concerned Herbert slam both of his fists
on the sofa and yell att he top of his lungs, "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! WHERE THE
FUCKING HELL IS SHE? MOLLY! PLEASE -- FOR THE SAKE OF GOD -- TELL ME WHERE
YOU ARE!"

But after a saddened Herbert had plopped himself own on the sofa, placed his
hand over his eyes and began to cry and an understanding Sarah had placed her
gentle hands on his shoulders and began to comfort him, the scene has shifted
it self from 1949 New Rochelle, New York to 2008 Los Angeles, California,
where Scott was standing on his patio of his home in only a white bathrobe
and staring at the wonderful view before a bare-ass naked babe named Molly
had stepped out of the house, looked at him with a small smile on her own
lips and asked, "Well, Scott. I had finally gotten the call from the execs at
Steven Bochco Productions. They had just given me the go ahead to star in
their latest orginal series for the FX network. Just let me know one thing.
Do you think that I have the perfect body for my character?"

And after he had looked at her wonderfully-built nude body and allowed a
small smile to appear on his own face, Scott had taken his robe off, began
stroking his stiff cock right in front of Molly and answered, "Believe me,
Molly. You have the perfect body for me right now," and after she had let
out a small giggle, Scott had moved himself closer to Molly, placed his
stone hard dick inside her hot, wet pussy and began sucking on her stiff
mounds, while the sun had started setting right in front of them.

* * *

The darkside is always there, waiting for us to enter it, waiting to enter
us.

Until next time, try to enjoy the daylight.

    

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