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8 Days

By: damonX



I sat with my feet up, flipping through random television channels as I repeatedly glanced at the clock on the wall. Although I fully trusted my fiancé, I knew how crazy bachelorette parties could get. Even so, it wasn't Lacey's behaviour that I was concerned about. I was far more worried about how my friend Jenna was fitting in with my girlfriend and her comparatively snooty friends. As a favour to me, Lacey had involved her in her pre-wedding festivities and made her a bridesmaid, albeit after a fair bit of convincing on my part. 

Although Jenna and I had been friends long before I met Lacey, my girlfriend had always treated her with an unfair amount contempt. I sensed that jealousy was a motivating factor, although Lacey would never admit it. Jenna had made no secret of how she felt about my fiancé either, constantly referring to her affectionately as 'Barbie.' I had hoped that by convincing them to spend some time together, that some of the animosity might melt away before the wedding. 

The knock that came at the door soon dashed those hopes. 

Before I could say 'come in' the front door swung open and Jenna stormed in, her face flushed red with obvious discontent. I stared wide eyed as she strode across the floor and whipped her purse into the sofa with an aggression I had never before witnessed. 

"Fucking cunt!" she cursed through gritted teeth as she paced across the floor in front of me. 

I sucked in a long breath and winced in disappointment. 

"Did you have fun?" I asked, cautiously, although I obviously knew the answer. 

"No I did not have fun!" she fumed. "That was the worst night of my life."

"Whoa, there," I said, trying to calm my friend down as she continued to pace. "Why don't you have a seat and tell me what happened." 

"Nothing happened," she explained, throwing her arms out with exasperation. "She was just her usually bitchy self. That's all."

"Come on. It couldn't have been that bad."

Jenna sat down on the couch and leaned back, slapping her hands into the cushions. I started to feel bad for even pressuring her into attending the bachelorette party. I should have known. The two girls were simply too different to get along. Jenna was a former tom-boy with a unique style and a staunch distaste for all things that she considered trendy. She had had a difficult childhood that forced her to develop a very independent personality and a severe distrust of authority. She worked as a photographer and had a very insightful way of looking at the world. I had never met a girl quite like her before, and I assumed I never would again. Sometimes we would just lie out on the roof of her old Mercury Cougar and stare at the stars, sharing a bottle of Jack Daniels as we talked about ridiculous topics like 'who would win in a fight between Bert and Ernie'. 

From day one, Jenna had disliked Lacey, resenting my fiancé's privileged upbringing. In fact, she represented everything Jenna hated, referring to her as a 'blonde bimbo' or a 'pampered princess'. Lacey, likewise resented the time that the two of us spent together. Although most people would not even compare Jenna to Lacey in terms of looks, my friend did possess a certain sexy quality that could be considered quite attractive. Her body was thin, although she could eat anything she wanted without gaining pound. Her breasts were relatively small in size, a fact that Lacey continually liked to bring up behind her back, although Jenna didn't seem to care at all. She had a cute little pointy nose and thin lips that were often curled up on one side into an adorable smirk. Her hair was straight and brown, somewhat unremarkable unless she decided at the spur of the moment to dye it purple or green as she sometimes was prone to do. Her almond shaped eyes her deep and brown, often outlined with dark liner or blue eyeshadow depending on her mood. Her style of dress was as varied as her personality. One day she would appear in a pair of low riding army fatigues and tank top, the next in a black leather skirt and fishnet stockings. She had a sharp wit and a mouth like a sailor, especially when she was drinking. 

"Fucking cunt!" 

I sat back and waited for Jenna's temper to subside before attempting to converse once again. Gradually, she calmed down enough for me to try again. Before I could speak however, she turned to me with a look of stern resolve. 

"Are you seriously going to marry that bitch?" 

I might have been offended by her comments, but after months of being caught between the two women, I had grown a remarkably thick skin. 

"Yes," I responded calmly. "I am going to marry...her."

"Damon," she pleaded, reaching out to grab my hand. "She is not the one for you."

I tried to smile in order to lighten the mood, but Jenna's penetrating eyes locked on mine with an intense stare that seemed to freeze my face in a blank, confused expression. 

"Look, Jenna," I began, shifted to face her. "I know you don't like her but..."

"It's not just that," she snapped, cutting me off abruptly. "You should see how she acts when you're not around. You should have seen her tonight!" 

"It was her bachelorette party," I explained, in an attempt to rationalize my fiancé's supposed behaviour. "I'm sure she..."

"Damon!"

The intensity of her voice stopped me cold. 

"She just...doesn't," she continued, her tone softening. "...appreciate you."

I looked down at my hand, which Jenna was now lightly stroking, and raised an eyebrow with slight confusion. 

"Whoa," I blurted out, pulling my arm back with surprise. "Are you telling me...what I think you're telling me?"

Jenna's lip curled up into the smile that I always found so adorable. 

"I...I don't know..." she stammered, her voice now quiet and passive. "I've just been thinking about thing a lot lately...and..."

I just stared as I awaited her explanation. 

"Well...have you ever thought about...ya know...us?"

I laughed and shook my head with amazement. 

"Does it matter?" I asked. "I mean come on Jenna. I'm getting married in eight days." 

Before she could say another word, we both became aware of the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. 

"Well," she said promptly as she snatched up her purse. "That's my cue." 

As much as I would have liked to continue our conversation, I knew that it probably wouldn't be a good idea for her to stick around when Lacey walked through the door. I sat back as Jenna stood up and headed for the door. Without another word, she slipped out just as my girlfriend walked in. I cringed as they passed each other without so much as a word. 

"What was that little skank doing here?" Lacey, asked in a demanding tone as she slammed the door behind her.

"Oh, hi Hon," I greeted cheerfully, hopping up from my seat as she walked in and set her purse on the kitchen counter. "How was the...?"

"What..." she snapped again, holding her hand up in an authoritarian manner. "...was she doing here?"

"She just dropped by to say hi," I explained, leaning in to give Lacey a friendly kiss. 

"Yeah, I bet," she muttered dismissively, kicking off her tall black heels. "Did she tell you how she freaked out and tried to ruin my bachelorette party?"

I shook my head as I walked back in and sat down in the living room, running my hand across my face in dread of the upcoming conversation I knew was going to take place. 

"Oh my god!" she began, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and following me out of the kitchen. "She is such a little bitch. Okay, so we were at the strippers and she was being all bitchy and sullen...you know...like she usually is. And then Stacy made one little comment about her clothes and Jenna just freaked out! She made a huge scene and stormed out. It was sooo embarrassing." 

I pursed my lips together and listened, remaining silent. I wasn't going to argue, but I knew that there was more to the story than Lacey was telling. I knew how her friends could be, and I knew what it took to get Jenna angry. I was definitely in no mood for an argument though, so I kept my mouth shut. 

"That's it," she continued, waving her hand in the air. "She is not coming to our wedding!"

I took a deep breath. 

"Lace," I began, dreading the turn of the conversation. "We've discussed this already. She's..."

"You know she's in love with you, right?"

Her statement caught me off guard and I stammered as I tried to figure out what to say. 

"What...are...I mean..."

"Oh stop it!" she said, taking a drink of water. "You have to have noticed by now."

I dismissed the notion with a wave of my hand before changing the subject. We talked for a while longer...or should I say, Lacey talked for a while, and I listened. 

As she continued ranting, I sat back and watched, barely hearing the words coming out of her mouth. I then realized just how opposite the two main women in my life were. Lacey was, in a word, beautiful. She was the typical ideal most commonly prized by the superficial male. She always reminded me of the antagonist in one of those high school romantic comedies. With blonde hair and big blue eyes, it was easy to see how Jenna could refer to her as 'Barbie." In contrary to Jenna's carefree attitude, my fiancé was the definition of high maintenance. Her hair and makeup were always impeccable, even when she went to the gym. Coming from a reasonably rich family, she had never really had to work, preferring a daily regime of tanning, waxing, trips to the salon and whatever else she felt like she needed in order to maintain her flawless appearance. She had soft, round features with full, thick lips. In fact, those were my absolute favourite physical feature of hers. Soft and pouty, she had often been accused of injecting collagen into them, although as far as I knew, they were completely natural. Her breasts were full, ample and always on display. I got the impression that she had always relied on them to get her way with people. I think that was part of the reason she was always so quick to belittle Jenna's comparatively diminutive chest. Her penchant for cleavage-revealing outfits and provocative dresses had often attracted unwanted attention from male suitors, landing me in more than one uncomfortable situation. 

Her weight tended to fluctuate greatly, and always caused her a significant amount of distress. Border lining obsession, Lacey weighed herself several times daily and constantly fretted over every pound she gained or lost. With our wedding fast approaching, she had doubled her efforts, enlisting the help of a personal trainer for daily sessions at our local gym. I for one loved her soft, curvy physique regardless of her weight. I even joked about how she looked like she had the face of Andi Anderson and the body of Alexis Texas, two of my favourite porn stars. 

Unlike, Jenna's carefree, artistic demeanour, Lacey was driven and ambitious. She was used to getting her own way and usually knew how to get it. She could be the sweetest girl in the world, or she could be one's worst enemy. I always thought she would make a great business woman or lawyer if she could actually stay focused on one thing for more than a day. She had currently been working as a pharmaceutical rep, although she had recently taken time off to plan our wedding and honeymoon. 

As Lacey grew tired of ranting, she headed to the bathroom to have a shower while I went to bed. I was hoping to avoid any further conversation about Jenna by getting to sleep, but I found myself unable before she joined me in bed. 

"So how were the strippers?" I asked, as she climbed into bed beside me. 

"I...liked them," she said with a smile as she snuggled up next to me. 

"Yeah? Did you get a private dance?"

"Maybe..." she answered cryptically with a mischievious look on her face that actually concerned me. 

I was about to question her further, when she spoke again. 

"Actually," she began in a tone that tuned my concern to worry. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about." 

"O...kay," I uttered suspiciously as Lacey avoided eye contact by watching her own finger lightly stroke along my chest. 

"Well, have you ever thought about...," she began before pausing slightly as if picking the right words to use. "...the fact that I'm going to be the only one that you'll ever have sex with for the rest of your life?" 

I was taken aback be by my fiancé's query. I took a moment as I sat there stunned, before she looked up into my eyes. 

"Uhhh," I stammered, as she batted her eyes and waited for my response. "Maybe...I guess." 

"And that doesn't bother you?" 

"Okay, look," I said bluntly in an attempt at easing her worries. "I'm not going to cheat on you. You don't have to worry."

"Yeah, I know," she continued, something still obviously on her mind. "But...do you ever feel like there's still something...you'd like to try?"

"Like to try?"

"Uh huh. Like...sexually." 

"Like a cheerleader or an Asian girl?" I joked, lightening the mood with a slight smile. 

I expected Lacey to laugh, but she just shrugged. 

"Sure," she said. "If that's what you would like to still try."

"Okay, wait a sec here," I blurted out, sitting up straight in bed. "Are you offering me...what I think you are?" 

"Well...," she said, sitting up as well. "I think it might actually be a good idea for us to use our last single days to...,"

"Whoa!" I said, cutting her off with a raised hand. "You want to fuck some other guy? A week before our wedding?"

"Just listen and let me explain," she returned, squirming into a kneeling position. "We have eight days left of being single. I for one, haven't really been with that many guys. I just kind of want...to see what else is out there?"

"What else is out there?" I exclaimed with exasperation. "You're twenty eight years old! You've had plenty of chances to see what else is out there."

"Yeah, but..." she pleaded, growing more desperate by the second. "I really haven't been with that many guys. I mean...you've been with a lot more people than I have."

"So, is that what this is about?" I asked. "You want to catch up with me?"

"Nooooo," she whined, her brow furrowing with growing disappointment. "I've always been the kind of girl to be in a relationship. I've never had the chance to just...have fun." 

"So you want to use the next week to a slut?"

"Look," she said, trying to stay calm. "I might not even do anything. I just want one week to be single before I marry you for the rest of my life. Is that really too much to ask? Most guys would jump at the chance to screw as many girls as they want!"

I paused for a moment as I tried to process the information. It was true, I had been focusing on Lacey and not the fun that I could be having for the next eight days. 

"No..." I said after a long pause. "Nice try. It's going to be a hell of lot harder for me to get laid than you." 

"Well," she said softly, her voice taking on a sensual, seductive tone as she ran her fingers up my chest. "What if I...sweetened the pot?" 

I looked down into her soft blue eyes as she smiled back at me. 

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, growing intrigued by her sensual mannerisms. 

"Well...," she continued, biting her lip as she paused for an agonizing moment. "What if on our honeymoon...I let you do...anything you want to me?"

As she spoke, her soft lips touched my shoulder, gradually working their way up to my neck. 

"Anything?" I asked, taking a deep breath as I felt her warm breath in my ear. "Even...?"

"Uh huh," she purred, biting down gently on my earlobe. "You can fuck...my...tight...little...virgin...ass."

I could feel the blood surging into my dick as the words left her lips. I have often brought up the subject of anal sex, but Lacey had always vehemently refused. She had always been a little conservative in the bedroom, so the thought of doing whatever I wanted to her was a tempting one indeed. 

"Just think..." she continued, running her foot up my leg as she pressed her crotch into my body and reached back to graze her fingers in tantalizing fashion over her luscious, curvy ass. "Me in my little white wedding lingerie...looking so pure and innocent...on my hands and knees just waiting...waiting for you to take me...and violate me...to use my tight...little...asshole."

"Okay!" I blurted out, before I could think about what I was agreeing to. "Let's do it." 

No sooner had the words left my mouth, than Lacey's seductive visage melted away before a broad, beaming smile. She threw her arms around me and pressed her lips into mine with an enthusiasm I had rarely witnessed since we had first started dating. 

"This is going to be great!" she exclaimed in between ravenous kisses. "You won't regret it!"

"I think I already do," I said with a groan, as Lacey tried to lighten my spirits with more amorous behaviour. 

"It'll be good," she promised. "You'll see."

I nodded and tried not to think about what my fiancé would be doing over the next week. After all, how bad could it be? 

"Oh," she said suddenly as if just remembering something. "There's just one rule."

"What's that?" I asked casually. 

"You can't fuck Jenna." 

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When I awoke the next morning, Lacey was already up. I could hear her singing to herself as she skipped through the house. 

At first I wondered why she was so happy, but then it dawned on me and I remembered what I had agreed to the following night. I groaned and pulled the covers back over my head. Twenty minutes later, I hauled myself out of bed just Lacey was heading out the door. 

"Where are you going?" I asked, scratching my head as she flitted by, twirling her car keys on her finger. 

"I'm meeting with Stacy for brunch and then we're going to pick up my dress." 

Lacey had insisted on planning the entire wedding. She tended to be a bit of a control freak about things like that and I was happy to hand over the reins. It had actually been stressing her out quite a bit though, so I was happy to see her a little bit more relaxed. 

"I'll be back this afternoon," she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before skipping out the door. 

"Whatever," I muttered to myself bitterly as the door slammed shut. "Try not to suck any dicks on the way to the restaurant."

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"What are you fucking crazy!!"

"Keep your voice down," I said in a hushed tone as stirred my coffee, staring down into the creamy brown, liquid as it swirled around in the small white cup. 

Cale just stared at me dumbfounded from across the table as he shook his head in disbelief. 

"Please tell me you're kidding," he pushed, slapping his hand down as the dishes rattled from the force. 

"Nope."

"What are you fucking crazy?" he reiterated, louder than before. 

I cast my friend a chiding gaze as other customers in the diner were beginning to take notice. 

"I'm sorry," he stammered, holding his hands up in apology. "I just can't believe you agreed to that."

"It won't be so bad," I muttered, raising the cup to my lips and taking a sip. "I get to sleep around too."

Cale lowered his head and stared at me as his mouth dropped open. 

"Dude," he said simply as if that one word was enough to prove his point. "You're not a bad looking guy, but come on...Let's face it."

"What?" I asked, not looking up from my coffee. 

"Do you have any fucking idea how hot your girlfriend is!" he exclaimed, once again drawing the attention of several of the other customers. "She's ridiculously hot! She could get laid every minute of every day until your wedding! She's probably got some guy's dick inside her right now!"

"Alright, alright!" I stated with annoyance. "I know. I don't need you to tell me that. I'm trying not to think about it."


8 Days: Day 2 - FTDS



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My unsolicited sequel to DamonX's story 8 Days. This is a multi-chapter response, covering all of the remaining 8 days, after the original story took care of Day 1.

DamonX stories drive me a little crazy. Not because they're bad, far from it. He just builds up these horrible situations, and leaves them hanging. In addition to 8 Days, Danielle's Revenge and My Loving Wife are the kind of stories that make your palms itch.

Summary of http://www.literotica.com/s/8-days

In 8 Days, a guy's fiancée comes home from her bachelorette party, and talks her boyfriend into a week of being single, just before their wedding. She plays it down, says she might not even do anything, she just wants to know she could, and to sweeten the pot, offers him her virgin ass on their honeymoon. He's a fool, and he agrees.

The next night, after she said she was staying home and watching TV alone, he finds her in their bed giving the stripper from her party everything she denied him, including her virgin ass. Frigid with him, she's a complete and total slut for the hard-body, big dick stripper. He blows up, since she broke their deal the first day it was in effect, sneaks out and has sex with his best friend who his fiancée hates, the only person he wasn't supposed to get together with.

The fiancée finds out, and is livid, and says she's going to war. She'll be the biggest slut in the world. The guy tries to get her to call off the deal. She laughs at him.

And that's where it ends. Really, I swear.

"...For the next week, I'm going to be the dirtiest fucking slut you've ever seen!"

"I don't think you want to play this game," I warned, my voice shaking as I spoke. 

"Oh yes I do," she snapped as she turned and headed towards the bedroom. "You started it. Now...this means war."

Now seriously, you understand why I had to do something with this story?

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For information on how I decide which stories to continue, please check my profile.

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It was an unfair battle that I'd engaged in. In case it's not clear to anyone out there, any pretty girl can get laid all she wants. It's that simple. An average guy has to work for it.

The odds were against me, and the cheating bitch wanted revenge.

Understand, I don't mean cheating as in adultery. I'd agreed to her stupid deal, been seduced into it by the idea of getting her virgin ass in her wedding dress. That's what did it for me. Then she cheated. She gave away her ass. It would no longer be virgin, I wouldn't get to be her first on our wedding day, as she'd agreed. 

Hell, that was the only reason I went along with the deal! 

On top of that, she accuses me of breaking the rules by sleeping with Jenna, but let's remember - she threw that rule in after we had a deal. In fact I never even agreed to it. She is the one making assumptions, not me.

I don't know if she realized we were half a step away from ending everything. I didn't like the woman I was seeing for the first time. Not at all. The trickery, the deceit, the lies, the betrayal, all of it sickened me. But before this whole thing went nuclear, I thought it was only fair that I give her one last chance. She was gorgeous and wealthy, after all, and I kinda thought we loved each other.

I approached the bedroom, where I found her changing the sheets. New satin ones I'd never seen before.

"Lacey, this is getting out of hand. I think we should think twice about our deal," I said, trying to be reasonable.

She sneered at me. "What? You had your fun with the skank, and want to end the game? Pretty much got it figured out, don't you? Who's going to want to fuck you for the next 7 days? You're right, I get a chance to catch up, it's only fair."

"Do you remember what you said, Lace? It would be good for us. I'm here to tell you it's not. I'm very unhappy you lied and cheated."

"I did no such thing! You did!"

"Did you, or did you not say I would get to fuck your virgin ass?"

"Yes, and you will, if you don't fuck up anymore!" she snapped.

"And how the hell is it going to return to being virgin, after you gave it to your stripper boyfriend?"

She turned red. "I didn't say it was going to be virgin when you got it."

"Yes you did. You promised me a virgin ass. Your exact words. You lied. The very first day of our agreement, you broke it."

"Don't take things so literally, Damon. You're going to get my ass. Be happy I'm even still considering that, after you cheated and slept with Jenna!"

"I never agreed not to. You made a unilateral rule, after we made our deal. I didn't accept it. If you can make a rule after the deal, so can I - how about this - you can't sleep with anyone under the age of 90. Or anyone with a dick longer than 3 inches, how does that sound?"

"You're being ridiculous. We made a deal, and you broke it. I didn't. Now you want to change things."

"You lied to me. You deceived me. Don't talk to me about a deal!"

"I did no such thing! You're just pissed and having second thoughts, after fucking that skank friend of yours. I take it she wasn't that good, huh?"

"I'm not stupid, Lacey. I know you had plans to fuck your stripper before we had a deal. You lied to me about your plans last night. Staying home to watch a movie, wasn't it? I didn't do anything with Jenna until you'd lied and cheated on our deal."

"You're crazy. I had no plans. It was a spur of the moment thing. I knew what you were going to be doing at your bachelor party, so I figured why not start?"

I silently glared at her, after her blatant lie. She couldn't hold my gaze, turning away.

"Do you still want to get married?" I asked.

"Why the hell would you ask that!" she yelled. "You made a deal!"

"I'm asking you, honestly. If this keeps on, I don't think it's going to end well. I don't believe you, and I don't trust you. You destroyed the only part of the agreement I cared about. You really think I want your ass, when it's stretched out and full of how many asshole's cum? You're fucking your bastards bareback! Are you going to get tested for STDs? I sure as hell am not going to be fucking you and putting my life in risk. If you expect me to get married to you, I'll expect you to prove that you're clean, and I'll need you to swear you didn't have unprotected sex after you were tested."

"I'll get your test, you asshole. I'll get it after we're married, and I've had my eight days. If we do get married. If you don't want to get laid on your honeymoon, that's your problem, not mine. You should have thought of that before you agreed. Now I'd appreciate it if you'd leave. I have a guest coming over, and I need to get ready for him."

"I'll leave. I hope you know what you're doing. I loved you, you know."

"Stop being such a drama queen, Damon. It doesn't suit you."

I walked over to her and took her hand in mine. She shrieked as I yanked the engagement ring off her finger.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Making damn sure you're not wearing my ring when you're being a slut for other men. You wanted to be single? Fine. You are."

She stared at me open-mouthed, as I walked out of the room. Maybe it would be a wake up call, but I doubted it.

I left, having convinced myself I'd done my best. She wanted war? War was what she was going to get.

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She liked lies, trickery and deceit, did she? Two could play that game.

I returned to the house with a handful of the shiny green leaves that grew just beyond the back fence. Still wearing my gloves, I climbed into the attic and grabbed a handful of insulation, which I put into a large baggie. Now all I had to do was wait. If nothing else, Lacey was a creature of habit.

Sure enough, within the hour I heard the bath start. I gave her 5 minutes for it to fill, and then I snuck into the bedroom. It pissed me off to no end that she thought she could use my bed to fuck the assholes. I pulled back the fitted sheet, and scattered the insulation all over the mattress. With them rolling around on it, it wouldn't be long before the fiberglass would work it's way through the sheet, and into the lovers. Placing the bottom sheet back, I rubbed the poison ivy all over the sheets, top and bottom, and remade the bed. I had no idea how effective second-hand poison ivy would be, but I could hope. 

She's the one that wanted to go to war. 

I placed my old Flip Video camera on top of my dresser, hidden beneath a couple of books. Easy to see if you were looking for it, but I doubt they would be. At the lower resolution, I was supposed to be able to get up to four hours out of it. I hoped it was long enough. If not, I should still get plenty.

I could hear her still humming away cheerily in her bath. Probably anticipating her next slutty conquest, the damn cheater. 

With the bedroom taken care of, I started investigating her toys. I took the bags of mischief to the kitchen where I could work on them in peace.

She was loaded for bear. Lubricant, handcuffs, sex toys, stockings, enema kits and a few sexy outfits that were far beyond anything she'd every worn for me. The lubricant was first. I opened the top, broke the seal, and squirted out about an ounce. A tablespoon of cayenne pepper mixed in seemed appropriate. I stirred up the liquid, and closed it back up. I took the enema kits, carefully opened them, added a few drops of red food coloring to each, then resealed them. Maybe not the most creative ideas in the world, but I was working with what's available, and I didn't have a whole lot of time. 

I went to the battery drawer, and emptied it into a Tupperware container I took with me. Petty, I know. With a pair of pliers, I bent the teeth of the handcuff keys. She'd bought an industrial sized, corded vibrator. I remembered an old, dirty trick. I pushed a needle into the chord, connecting both wires, and cut it off flush, so it was invisible. Three times, just to be safe. 

I moved toward the bedroom. It sounded like she was still bathing. I'd give it a few more minutes. I had another inspiration, and got out the knife sharpener. I ran it along the inside of the handcuffs, repeatedly, until the edges were no longer smooth. They wouldn't be comfortable.

I heard the sound of her getting out of the tub, and realized I was running out of time. I had maybe 10 minutes for her to dry her hair. I put everything back in the bags, and quietly returned them to the bedroom. I turned on the video camera and snuck out of the house. No, I wasn't done with her yet. Her, or her boy-toys. 

I put the car in neutral and rolled it down to the street. I didn't want to alert her that I was still around. I pushed it down to the next house before starting it up. I only drove it around the back of the block, where I parked, and cut through the neighbor's yard back to our place. 

Looking in the window, I saw she had set out some wine in the living room. The bitch was wearing one of her new outfits, hotter than anything I'd ever seen her in. Damn it, she was determined to destroy everything. For the life of me, I couldn't understand why. I slipped into the garage through the backdoor, and started some preparations. 

Searching through my stuff, I found a few things I could work with. Now all I had to do was wait.

It was agonizing, sitting there doing nothing, so I continued my planning in my head. She could fuck around, but nowhere in her damn rules did it say I couldn't interfere. And I'd be doing plenty of that. As soon as I'd put the next part of the plan in action, I'd recruit both Cale and Jenna. This wasn't something I could do alone.

I heard a car pull up outside, and shortly heard the doorbell. I gave them five more minutes, then slipped back outside. I had no interest in watching what they were doing. The last time had sickened me. Finding out she was a deceitful slut, who'd completely hidden her true self from me.

Crouching down low, I filled the syringe. Four injections of concentrated muriatic acid into each tire should do the job. It wouldn't be instantaneous, but it should soften the tire enough to ruin it. Anyone who fucks my woman doesn't get off scot-free. The bastard had been at her bachelorette party. He knew she was getting married. While I was at it I poured the acid on the windshield wiper blades. Should be fun after the next rainstorm.

Satisfied for the moment, I jogged around the block to my car, feeling ridiculously pleased with myself. Driving off, I called Cale, and let him know I was coming over to talk. 

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"So that's how it is? War?" he asked.

"Absolutely. She started it. I'm going to finish it."

He smirked. "I like it. I imagine you're not here just to give me an update. How do I fit in?"

"I figure after such a fucked up Bachelor party, you owe me. I'm gonna collect."

"You don't need to blackmail me. I'm all in. Just tell me what you need."

I explained that I'd need not only his help, but that of our whole crowd. "One per day. Each day, I need someone to watch over her until I get off work. Starting tomorrow, Monday, through Friday. I want to make things difficult for her. Try to be creative."

"I figure we can work that out. How about evenings?"

"All the help I can get. At least one person per evening would be good."

"You sure this is how you want to play it? Not that I'm complaining, but it doesn't leave you much room to make things right afterward."

"It's all she's left me, Cale. I tried to talk to her. Tried to be reasonable. She's acting like a total slut. No, this is how it has to be."

"Alright. I'll take tomorrow, and make sure we have Tuesday through Friday covered. If I have to I'll cover them myself."

"I don't want you to do that," I started.

"Hell. I know you'd do if for me. Don't sweat it. I got it under control."

"Great. I hate to run, but I've got some more issues to deal with."

"No problem. Do what you have to. And have some fun while you're at it. You're entitled, remember?"

I nodded. Once in the car, I made another call. "Jenna? You available? I'd like to see you."

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I felt bad about the way I'd abused our friendship, showing up on her doorstep for a revenge fuck. She deserved better. This time, I'd handle it differently. When she opened the door, I took her hand and pulled her into my arms. She returned the hug eagerly, and our lips met.

"Come on, I'm taking you to dinner."

She grabbed her purse, and within 10 minutes we were settling in for Thai food, her favorite.

"I told you Barbie didn't appreciate you. She's a complete whore and as shallow as a rain puddle. You deserve better."

I grinned at her. "I got better, last night."

She smiled back at me. "And that was just a taste, big guy. It only gets better, you'll see." She pouted cutely. "I am a little pissed you sneaked out this morning, without even a kiss."

"I'll make it up to you."

"So, what's the plan? You've finally seen the light? Are you going to dump the stuck-up cunt?"

"No, not yet. We'll see how things go, but I'd say at the moment it's leaning 80/20 toward her standing alone at the altar Sunday morning."

"Why let it drag on?"

I shrugged. "Guess I'm an asshole. She wants war, I'm going to give it to her, all guns blazing. I tried to warn her. I did, several times. Now she has to pay."

Jenna grinned. "I'm so in. I'd love to take down that snooty bitch and her uppity friends."

"That's what I need to hear. Here's my plan..."

Back at her apartment, we fell into her bed. The previous night had been crazy, intense. This was different. Old friends, best friends, coming together. Not that her blowjob wasn't equally amazing. Unlike the night before, where I think she was trying to show me what a dirty little girl she could be, she sucked me to completion, slowly, lovingly. Gazing up at me while she pumped her face over my cock.

"God, Jenna. If I had only known..."

She pulled back laughing. "You only had to ask, Damon. Just once."

She returned to her sucking, a mischievous finger probing my prostate toward the end, while her other hand stroked me. I groaned loudly, as I exploded between Jenna's teasing lips. Not full and pouty like Lacey's, narrower, with the cutest little upper lip bow.

"Keep it down in there," we heard her roommate yell, laughingly.

"I could wring her neck," I said while Jenna cleaned me.

"Nikki? Why?"

"She ran straight to Lacey and told her I'd slept with you. Even told her some of what we'd done. That's what set her on the rampage."

"Nikki? You're kidding, right?"

"No. First thing Lacey sprung on me this morning. I guess she ran into her at the gym."

"Fuck. That's the last straw. Put on your shorts, mister. It's come-to-Jesus time for my meddlesome roommate."

I pulled on my boxers, and Jenna grabbed my polo shirt, wearing it like a dress. She was a lot shorter than me or Lacey, and it almost came to her knees. Damn, she looked cute like that.

Jenna opened the door, stomping out of the room. "Nikki, you stupid bitch! What did you tell Lacey!"

Nikki stepped back, looking nervous. "Nothing," she said.

"Bullshit! You saw her in the gym. What the fuck did you tell her?"

"She was running you down, the both of you," Nikki finally said. "She was being a total bitch, laughing at how Damon was letting her fuck half the city, while he would be lucky to get a sniff at any pussy. She's already put out word to her friends that if anyone gives him a taste, she'll destroy them." Nikki really looked upset, and I could see her eyes filling with tears.

"She's such a bitch!" Nikki snarled. "So I told her. I laughed at her, and told her that you were getting the best sex of your life from the sounds of it. From someone who really knows what she's doing. No holes barred."

"Damn it, Nikki, you should have let it go," Jenna said, softening her tone. I knew I was feeling like a heel for getting mad at her. Nikki had only been defending me.

Nikki turned to me. "I'm sorry Damon. You're a great guy. You deserve a lot better than that snooty slut. You know she was there talking to her friends, trying to find out where the biggest cock she could get her hands on was. Please tell me you're not seriously thinking of still marrying her."

I shrugged. "Thinking about it. Trust me, it's no longer a sure thing."

"Are you both really going to screw around up until the day of your wedding?"

"I don't know. She's completely changed. She acted like it was no big deal. Made it sound like she was curious, but not crazy. Even said she might not do anything. Before I went out last night, she was laying around in sweats, saying she was just going to hang out at home and watch TV. The TV wasn't on when she was getting her virgin ass drilled, after she'd promised to save it for me on our wedding night, if I'd go along with her stupid plan. She was a total slut for that stripper, doing all the things she'd never let me do. Now she says she was going to be, what was it? The dirtiest fucking slut I'd ever seen."

Jenna giggled. "That's a lie."

"How so?" I asked.

"The dirtiest fucking slut you've ever seen is going to be in my bedroom waiting for you every night this week. By the time I'm done with you, the cheating cunt's not even going to be a memory."

Nikki was still feeling bad. "I'm really sorry, Damon. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble. I swear. I'd never do that to you." She smiled shyly, her tongue flicking across her upper lip. "I wish there was some way I could make it up to you. Anything." 




8 Days: Day 2 - FTDS



That surprised the hell out of me, but not Jenna. I guess she knew Nikki better than me. "You sure as hell are going to make it up to him. Go clean yourself up, thoroughly. I expect you naked, in our bedroom in no more that 10 minutes. You got that?"

Nikki nodded. She looked over at me. "Is that what you want, Damon?"

"Ten minutes," I said, grinning.

Jenna took me by the hand and dragged me back to her bedroom. I thought I'd spend the allotted minutes playing with her but she had other ideas. "Get those stupid boxers off, and get in that bed. I'll be back in a minute."

She took a couple of minutes. She surprised me again, by bringing in a couple of huge light boxes on stands and setting them up in the room. She ignored me while she arranged cameras on tripods, adjusted the lighting, taking readings against the bed. She had everything in place, taking some sample pictures.

"I'm going to need you to put on a performance for me. Something memorable for your soon to be ex-girlfriend. Nikki's had a crush on you for ages. I expect you to make this a night for her to remember. Can you do that for me?"

"What about you and me?" I asked. I really thought that Jenna and I had something starting. 

"I'm yours all you want this week. But I'm not expecting you to be exclusive. Just the opposite. We're going to get you laid every which way you can imagine. As for you and me, we'll see where things are after Sunday."

Nikki walked into the room, naked as the day she was born and stopped, looking around at all the lights and cameras. "Jenna?" she squeaked.

"All for a good cause," Jenna said, grinning. "Don't sweat it. You'll do fine."

Nikki was cute, not gorgeous, not even especially pretty. Probably carrying a good 25 pounds more than she should have. Naked, it looked good on her. Soft, curvy, big tits. "Damn, you look good, Nikki."

She blushed, her hands dropping down to cover the tangle of fur between her legs. "I... I'm sorry I'm not pretty like her."

I stood and went to her, taking her in my arms. "Don't short change yourself. You're sexy as hell. Damn! I had no idea, girl."

"Really?"

I took her hand and put it on my hardening cock. "What do you think?"

She giggled, giving my cock a squeeze. "I think he likes me."

"Very, very much. You sure you want to do this?"

"Do you?" she asked nervously.

"Hell yeah."

She smiled from ear-to-ear. "Me too. In a big way." She gave my shaft a squeeze. "A very big way."

"Before we get carried away, anything I should know? Anything you don't do, don't like? I want this to be good for you."

She grinned, looking over at Jenna. "I may not be the total wanton slut that our dirty girl is, but I'm willing to give it a try. Whatever you want, Damon. Just don't hurt me, Ok?"

"Last thing on my mind, sexy bit. God, I love your tits!"

She laughed, shimmying a little. "Good. I hope you enjoy them. They're really sensitive, I hope you'll play with them a lot."

I scooped her into my arms, making her squeal cutely, then deposited her on the bed. I had to get my hands on those tits. Hands and mouth. Tongue too.

I spent several minutes enjoying myself, then she pushed me onto my back. "My turn," she teased, and proceeded to cover every inch of my body with kisses and teasing little licks. She bypassed my cock on the first pass, but on the return she pushed my legs apart and settled in, starting with my balls. Sucking each into her mouth, teasing it, rolling it around. She moved to my shaft, licking and kissing.

"Turn your head a little," Jenna directed, "and look up at him."

Nikki licked the length of my shaft, staring up into my eyes. "God, I've wanted to do this for so long," she said.

"Don't stop now," I urged.

She grinned, and her mouth opened, slowly settling over my cock. The camera flash went off several times as her lips descended, slowly, pausing for a second when I hit the back of her mouth, then moving again, taking another inch down her tight throat.

"Fuuuuck," I moaned.

"I think he liked that, Nikki," Jenna teased.

I did, and I got to feel it several times more. Jenna had already taken the edge off with her blowjob, so I was able to sit back and relax. After several minutes I wanted more. "I need to fuck you, Nikki baby."

"Anything you want. Whatever you need to erase that heartless cunt of a fiancée out of your mind."

"Ride me?"

She scurried up my body, easing me into her tight, moist hole. "I thought you'd never ask, big guy." I don't know if it was because she was so excited, or if her 'preparations' had eased the way, but she took me in one smooth stroke. I looked up at her, sitting upright, fucking herself on my cock, her big tits shaking.

"Bring those tits down here, Sexy."

She grinned for me, leaning down on her extended arms, hands placed just beyond my shoulders. She started a very sweet rocking motion, back and forth, tentative at first until she found the perfect length, pulling out to the very edge on each forward motion, before sliding back to take my entire length. It was perfect.

"God, that looks good, guys. Just like that," Jenna announced from the foot of the bed.

I had Nikki's tits in my hands, alternating my attention from one to the other, sucking her hard nipples. She was right, very sensitive, and she was moaning sweetly, shuddering in pleasure.

"Harder," she whispered. "Don't be gentle with them. Own them."

I squeezed, biting down, and felt her first sweet orgasm. Shit, this was going to be fun. "God you are a little slut, aren't you?"

"Your slut, Damon," she moaned. "All yours."

I bit the other one, harder, tugging on it. She shivered, a hitch in her motions, then went back to rocking back and forth, a little faster. I moved her nipple out of my mouth, and starting sucking hard on the alabaster flesh of her fat tits. She'd moan whenever I moved to a new spot, giving her deep, dark hickies, little bite marks. She whimpered a couple of times when I got rough, but if I backed off she urged me on. "Torture my big tits, Damon. Make them yours."

"Fucking right, they're mine, you nasty little slut," I growled, biting down hard.

She squealed, and her rocking stopped. Her upper body was still, but her hips were going wild, thrusting up and down on my cock. She whimpered sweetly, trembling. I grabbed her hips and slammed my cock up into her, hammering her as hard as I could.

She cried out, loudly, almost scaring me, then her hips were fighting my hands, pounding down against me.

"God, Damon! The horny little bitch is creaming all over your cock. God, this is a great fucking shot."

Nikki gasped, her arms giving out, and I was almost smothered under an avalanche of cushiony tit. Her entire body was trembling.

I rolled with her, moving her underneath me. I pulled her legs back, the back of her knees trapped by my arms and started slamming my cock into her, driving her into the mattress, grinding against her at the end of each stroke, holding, filling her. I'd give it a few seconds, then pull out and drive down into her again. After only a dozen or so, she was whining. I thought I was hurting her, and eased off. I felt a smack on my ass from our friendly photographer.

"Don't stop you asshole! You've almost got her. Keep that up."

I took the words to heart, watching the cute little roommate gasping, mouth open and frowning, eyes rolling upward. At the end of each stroke I swiveled my hips, corkscrewing inside of her.

"Tilt her legs back a little more, and raise up a little. Ok, that's it, slam and grind," Jenna instructed me.

Nikki went off big, non-stop, whining and gasping. At the end of each new stroke she'd shudder, grunting sweetly. The movement was great for me, I could keep it up forever. 

I felt Jenna's hand brush against my balls, and I looked back to see her on the bed, behind me. Nikki whimpered loudly and Jenna grinned. "Getting her ready, handsome."

She hopped off the bed, and dove into her drawer, I saw her come out with some lube, and a scary large butt plug. "Isn't that kind of big?" I asked.

Jenna just smiled. "She'll thank me for it."

I leaned down, my body crushing Nikki's tits, my head next to hers. I nibbled on her neck, while I filled her tight pussy time after time. She gasped, and Jenna chuckled. "Yes! That's it!"

I turned Nikki's face forward, looking into her face. "God, you're an amazing fuck," I whispered. I brought my lips down to hers and kissed her for the first time. Her mouth remained slack for a few moments, then she was grasping my head, sucking on my tongue, kissing me desperately. She would grunt every so often, out of sync with my thrusts, and I was pretty certain that Jenna was working that butt plug. Something was going on down there, I could feel it.

I was wrong about lasting forever. It was all too exciting. "I'm going to fuck you now," I whispered. "Fuck you hard."

She nodded, her eyes open wide, adoring. "Fuck me, Damon. Make me your whore."

Jenna scrambled off the bed, as I went to town on Nikki. I had a couple of minutes left in me, and jack-hammered her upturned pussy, until she was shrieking. Sweet Jesus, I'd never even dreamed of being with such a responsive woman. Her hands kept clutching at me, squeezing, gripping me tightly. Her face was flushed bright red, right down to the valley of her tits. I loved it, loved her response, the way she felt, everything. I finished in a flurry, my hips a blur, until I drove her into the bed hard, erupting powerfully inside of her. She shrieked, so loud I was afraid we'd get reported by the neighbors.

I collapsed onto her, breathing hard, holding her. She was moaning softly in my ear, her body lax, arms hanging limply at her side. As I shifted my legs and arms, her legs followed, drooping against me.

"Pull out slowly, straight up," Jenna told me, slapping my ass.

I did as she asked, and heard her chuckle. "Damn, that's hot." 

I moved away from her, looking down at Nikki's abused crotch. I saw my juices leaking out, a tiny rivulet, engulfing the bejeweled end of the plug in the exhausted girl's ass. I looked down at my cock and almost didn't recognize it. I'd never seen a girl who creamed like that. My cock was coated in her white excretions. 

I was ready for a break, but Jenna was a harsh taskmaster. "Let her get you up again. You've got another hole to break in," she told me, slapping my butt and giving it a squeeze.

Jenna spread Nikki's legs, getting some close-up shots of my finish. I crawled up the bed on my knees, taking up position over my latest conquest, getting a bizarre satisfaction from rubbing my cum coated cock against her lips. She tilted her head toward me, opening her mouth, and I slid inside her lips. I reached down and held her head, moving her a little in counterpoint to my own movements.

She moaned softly, taking a little more of my length. Her own cream was leaving a white line along the bottom corner of her mouth. I heard a slap and Nikki gave a little surprised yelp around my shaft.

"Earn it, Nikki," Jenna directed, moving up the bed with her camera, taking in the action. "You know you want this. You're better than that Barbie Doll. Prove it!"

Before I knew it, Jenna was behind me, pressed up against my body, nibbling on my neck, kissing me. "Pretty sweet, huh Damon? Damn, that was fun to watch. Bet your fiancée isn't getting anything that good." Her hands caressed my chest, rubbing deliciously. "You dump that bitchy slut of yours, and maybe we can make Nikki a regular thing. I know she'd love that."

Nikki moaned, turning her body a little, her hand moving up to help. Her sucking was getting better, more determined, and already had me to half staff. 

It wasn't easy, but with Jenna and my encouragement, she managed to get a rise out of me. Jenna pulled me away bodily, and leaned down for a taste of her own. "On your knees, girlfriend," Jenna announced.

She grabbed the lube and took up position behind her roommate. She giggled as she started playing with the device sticking out of Nikki's butt, yielding groans and moans galore. I watched entranced as her efforts slowly exposed the swell of the butt plug, her tugging finally releasing it. Jenna squirted some more lube onto it, and pressed it back in place, making poor Nikki's hole stretch wide, before the body of the plug disappeared.

She tossed me the lube. "Get ready," she teased, working Nikki's loosening ass with the toy. Jenna pulled it free, and seemed satisfied at how the dilated hole beckoned. "All yours, handsome."

For the second time in as many days, I fucked a woman's ass. In Nikki's case, it was the virgin experience that Lacey had first promised then cheated me out of. It took a fair bit of work to get my cock in Nikki's backdoor, but she was patient with me, and before long seemed to be enjoying the experience. Once again Jenna made sure the event was captured on video and camera.

When my lust was sated, and my cream was dribbling out of Nikki's ass, I laid down beside her, exhausted. Nikki seemed a bit embarrassed after the fact. I took her in my arms, and thanked her profusely. Jenna started shutting down her makeshift studio, while I joined her roommate in the shower.

I thought I was done for the evening, bu Jenna proved me wrong, making slow, sweet love to me, before settling in for the night.

"Biggest slut in the world?" I teased her, while cuddling.

She elbowed me. "You didn't like it?"

"I loved it," I confessed. "I was an idiot not doing this sooner."

She kissed me softly. "Yes you were. We have a lot of missed opportunities to make up for."

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8 Days: Day 3 - FTDS



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My unsolicited sequel to DamonX's story 8 Days. 

http://www.literotica.com/s/8-days

In chapter two of the story, the beginning of my sequel, the war that Lacey had insisted on started. Damon, our intrepid but foolish hero, sabotages her stripper date, with a variety of surprises. The biggest being hot pepper in the lube, putting fiberglass insulation under the bed sheet, and rubbing them down with poison Ivy.

He then recruits his friends to make things difficult for his fiancée, and has wild sex with his friend Jenna, and her roommate Nikki, who started the trouble for Damon, by telling Lacey he'd been with his best friend Jenna.

As a symbol of contrition, Nikki takes him to bed, and he bangs the hell out of her, including taking her virgin ass, while Jenna, professional photographer, gets it all on HD video. Day 2 ends with him spending the night with Jenna.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For information on how I decide which stories to continue, please check my profile.

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I had a leisurely turn with Jenna after I woke, and made sure to get a kiss goodbye before I made it out the door. The simple goodbye peck very nearly had me taking her back to the bedroom for another go.

"Damn, Jenna! Why the hell did we wait so long?"

She gave me a look that said, 'Are you really asking that idiotic question?'

I blushed. "Never mind. Yes, I am an idiot. And you were right. Don't let it go to your head."

She grinned. "Apology accepted. I'll see what I can do about the next step. Let me know how the scene at home goes."

"Will do. Thanks."

She gave me a quick peck, standing in the doorway in a t-shirt and nothing else. "That's what friends are for, right?"

I nodded. "And you're the best."

"Damn straight I am," she reminded me. I couldn't agree more.

I made a call to Cale, on the drive home, looking for an update.

"What's the news, Cale?"

"Loverboy didn't leave until after 10:00. He sort of had an accident on the way to his apartment."

That wasn't in the plans. "An accident?"

"The kind bastards like that deserve. Karma I guess. He had two tires blow out on that stretch down by the old railroad track. Our surveillance group might have pulled over to help him. Might have, mind you. By the time they'd left, he was in need of a different kind of help. You have a good alibi, right?"

"Damn it, Cale! That's not what I wanted. With the stripper in the picture, there was a chance she'd limit herself to one boyfriend. Now she's going to have to find herself a new one." I didn't mind so much if the asshole had an accident, but he was a known quantity."

"Shit. I didn't think of that. Well if she does go looking for something new, we'll know about it."

"Alright. I guess we'll have to work with that. No more big surprises, alright?"

"Sure. Sorry, but it just seemed the right thing to do. Keep in contact."

Sunday morning, there were only 6 days left until I was supposed to get married. Friday night, my fiancée had let herself get fucked senseless by a stripper, losing her anal virginity that she'd promised to me, and behaving in ways that she'd always denied me. Saturday, our personal war had started, where she threatened to become the biggest slut in the world, and I was determined to make the bitch pay. The battle had been engaged, and now it was time to see the outcome of our first skirmish. I knew that her boy-toy wasn't enjoying the aftermath, according to my buddy.

There were two cars in the driveway when I got there. My first thought was how had she found a replacement for her stripper so quickly. Pissed off, I parked at the curb, ready to leave in a hurry if need be. This was getting ridiculous. 

Entering our place, I was braced to see anything. Or so I thought.

Lacey was lying on the floor of the living room, naked. That, I had almost expected. Seeing her surrounded by Stacy, Vicky and Donna was a weird twist. The fact that they were leaning over her, applying some pink concoction to the swellings and rash on her entire backside was a pure joy.

"Morning, ladies," I said, walking past them toward the bedroom.

"Where the hell have you been?" Stacy shrieked.

I paused. "Taking advantage of opportunities," I explained calmly.

"You should have been here, taking care of your fiancée!" Donna chimed in. "What the hell is wrong with you, Dickless?"

"Take care of her? Why? She's the one that threw me out of the house so she could have some time to fuck her stripper asshole. What's wrong, did things get a little rough?"

Lacey turned her head, looking at me. At least I think so. Her eyes were almost swollen shut. Her face looked like she'd gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson, it was so swelled up. "Allergic to new sheets," she whined. At least I think that's what she said.

"Did you wash them before putting them on the bed?" I asked. I knew she hadn't, watching her take them straight out of the packaging. "No telling who handled them when they got packaged. Some worker with TB in Mexico, maybe. You should really be more careful."

Looking closer, I could see the deep scratch marks on her skin. I couldn't know if that was from the fiberglass insulation in her skin, or the itching of the poison ivy.

"You could have a little sympathy," Stacy snapped.

"Bullshit! I wanted to call this whole thing off, once she started lying and cheating. I was willing to start over. She's the one who insisted she was going to be a slut. Her words, not mine. If it had been just her and me in the bed, with none of these crazy notions compounding things, none of this would have happened. It's what she wanted, not me."

Donna was working on Lacey's legs, taking time to glare at me, every not and then. She and I never really did get along, I guess this was one more reason for her be be pissed at me. I'd have to estimate that 3/4 of Lacey's body had been affected by my little surprise for her. She must have been really active in those sheets. Slut.

I ignored any additional comments and entered the bedroom. I retrieved my camera, looking forward to replaying the previous evening's activities. Wearing gloves, I carefully stripped the bed, bagging the evidence. I cleared away as much of the insulation as I could, then flipped the mattress, after which I remade the bed. A quick inventory showed me that she'd used the lube. I was looking forward to seeing how that had played out. I took the lube, and dumped the remainder down the toilet, rinsing it out and throwing the empty bottle in the garbage, on top of the two empty enema bottles. No need to leave evidence around.

I was feeling pretty good about myself, while I was taking my shower. After cleaning up and drying off, I was surprised to find Stacy in the bedroom, sitting on the corner of the bed, apparently waiting for me. 

"It looks like you're going to get your wish," Stacy sneered. "The deal is off."

"No it isn't. I've got six more days of freedom and I plan on using every one of them," I said, dropping my towel, and parading around naked as I prepared to get dressed.

"No way, Damon!" Stacy argued. "That's not fair. She's in no shape to be seeing anyone."

"How is that my problem? This is what she wanted, not me, remember?" I pulled out a pair of boxers and pulled them on, noting that Stacy never turned away.

"But that was before..."

"I don't give a fuck," I snapped. "She's lucky I'm even letting her stay here after the shit she's pulled."

"Her? You're the one that went and fucked Jenna, breaking the rules."

I pulled on a shirt, then turned and stood in front of Stacy. "You know how she got me to agree to this stupid deal?" I asked.

"Yeah. She promised you sex, and like any man, you jumped at it."

"She promised me her virgin ass on our honeymoon."

"Like I said," Stacy smirked. 

"It's no longer virgin. She gave that away to stripper boy."

"You don't know that," she replied, her tone a little more defensive.

"I sure as hell do. I witnessed it. That and a shitload more. Once she broke the deal, she was just another cheating slut. All bets were off. Hell, the engagement is off, as far as I'm concerned. That's why I took my ring back. Does she really think I'm gonna marry a fucking tramp? A lying, deceitful whore?"

Stacy stared at me in shock. "But you agreed! She's not cheating, you agreed, Damon."

"So I suppose it wasn't cheating when she sucked that bastard's cock at her bachelorette party?"

Her face turned red. "How do you know... Fuck! Did Jenna tell you? The little bitch!" She suddenly looked contrite. "It wasn't a blowjob. He didn't come or anything."

I smirked. "Thanks for confirming that for me, Stacy. I knew I could count on you. She cheated before the deal. She lied about her intentions. She gave away what she promised me. And for the record, she never brought up excluding Jenna until after we had a deal, and I never agreed to that condition. I stuck to the deal, she's the one who destroyed everything, not me."

Stacy was clearly angry, probably at the way I had tricked her. She wasn't the brightest, and I had figured that the effort to get Jenna to leave their little hen-party was to avoid any word of their behavior from getting back to me. It was no surprise to see I was right. Not after everything I'd learned about her, in the last couple of days.

"You're not being fair, Damon," she whined. "First, she didn't really cheat before the deal. Not really. Everyone messes around a little at their bachelorette party. And you're still going to get to do her in the butt. Does it really matter that someone got there first? She wasn't a virgin when you guys started dating. For all you know, she did it years ago."

"She lied, and deceived me, Stacy. She set me up. This was all about fucking her stripper boyfriend. I know all about her rules that she'd destroy anyone who hooked up with me. That's why she wanted Jenna out of the picture. Jenna wouldn't give a damn. All along, Lacey was going to make it as difficult as possible for me to get laid, while she slutted around. Well fuck her, and all of you for going along with her."

"No, that's not true! She didn't tell us to cut you off. She wouldn't do that. She was playing by the rules."

"Don't lie for her. If you guys are stupid enough to discuss something like that in a public place like the gym, you should accept the inevitable. It's over. Why don't you guys take her with you? No way I'm going to touch her again. Who knows what kind of diseases she's picked up fucking a stripper, bareback. No, I'm not going to saddle myself with a lying slut for the rest of my life. She's yours, Stacy. Get her out of here on the way out."

Stacy looked horrified. "How can you say that? You're getting married in less than a week. I know you love her. It was just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? She cheated on me. She gave away what she promised me. She tricked me and lied to me. She did things for that asshole she never would do for me. Why would I want to be with someone like that?"

"It was just one last fling, Damon! She loves you. It was good to get it out of her system now, so she could be faithful to you for the rest of your lives. No questions about things she wanted to try, but might be too embarrassed to do with you. She didn't want to lose your respect. That was all. You can't do this to her!"

"Respect? How am I supposed to respect her after the lies and deceit? After what she did with him?"

"But you weren't supposed to know! She could try everything, and bring the things she liked to your marriage, give it to you on your honeymoon. It was for you, that she did it." Stacy was on the verge of tears, but it wasn't working on me.

"For me? Bullshit. She wanted to be a slut. She told me so. The biggest slut possible. Even showed me her slutting toys, bragging about it. Do you really think any guy wants to marry a slut? I mean, sure, they're fun to fuck and all, but you don't keep them. No fucking way. Once she gave him her ass, it was over. I even gave her another chance, the next morning, but she didn't want it. So fuck her."

"Look Damon. She screwed around twice. Hell, once for all practical purposes, yesterday was pretty miserable according to her. You got to bang your little friend twice, and you've got six more days to do whatever you want. She's not going to be up for anything. Not for days. You're getting a hell of a deal out of this. So she made a mistake. If you can just get past that, you guys can have a great life together, and you get one last great hurrah. Don't throw everything away over a simple misunderstanding." 

I think she was ready for me to turn the screws. I had to be careful. "Right. One last hurrah, when everyone we know is afraid to have anything to do with me? What am I supposed to do, hire a hooker?"

"No, it's not like that. Nobody's been warned away. Not for real, we were just joking around. You can have anyone you want."

"I don't believe you, Stacy. I think you're lying as much as her. Especially now that everyone knows she's out of commission, nobody's going to give me the time of day. No, I think it's better to end it cleanly. I'm sure I can find someone who's willing to be faithful. I'm not that bad a catch."

"You can't! It'll kill her. She loves you, you idiot. This was just one last fling while she was still single. That's all." She was crying, wiping her eyes. "Please? Give her another chance. Jesus, Damon! You get a free pass for the six days leading up to your wedding!"

"One I'm probably not going to able to use. Besides, what kind of wedding is it, without a honeymoon? She told me she wasn't going to get tested for STDs until after we're married. That means I don't even get to have sex with my wife on my honeymoon! Who the hell is going to put up with that?"

"What if she gets tested? She could have the results before next Saturday." Stacy wasn't going to give up. That was good.

"I don't know," I said, acting hesitant. "She still promised me her virgin ass, and she did her damnedest to make sure I wouldn't get laid, while she got all the cock she could handle. You and I both know it's unfair. Hell, a woman that looks like her could get sex 24 hours a day, three at a time. I'm good for a couple of hours a day, and the pool of available women has been decimated." I shrugged. "I figure the only woman I have a shot with is Jenna. She wouldn't pull this shit with me. She's honest, and would happily take Lacey's place. If she's the only woman I'm fucking, I might as well make it official. At least I can trust her."

"Not Jenna! That would destroy her!"

"It's the only choice she's left me."

Stacy was grasping at straws. I could only hope she'd pick the right one. I could practically see her few working brain cells go into overdrive. "How... how about if I could prove you're wrong. That you could get someone other than Jenna?"

"What, some homely desperate skank that nobody else wants? No thanks."

"No. No one homely or desperate."

I delivered a big theatrical sigh. "I appreciate you trying to help your friend, Stacy. You're a nice person, not like her. But you're wasting your time. It's just not worth the effort. She's getting her way. She can fuck all the guys she wants when she's on her own. Jenna may not be Lacey, but at least I can trust her."

"What if I can guarantee you can get someone else?" she asked. 

I tried to look confused, while inside I was jumping for joy. I believed she'd taken the bait. "Right. How are you supposed to do that?"

She blushed. "Leave that to me. You go and try to get your girls. If you don't, you can call me each night by 9:00 pm. If you're unsuccessful, I'll make sure you don't end up alone."

"A pig in a poke. What if I don't like her?"

Stacy stood slowly, approaching me. She put her hand on my chest tentatively. "I'm pretty sure you will."

"Better than Lacey? Better than Jenna?"

She shrugged. "I don't know about them, but she'll be attractive, and very willing."

"I'm not going to fuck a string of hookers. Not even high-class escorts."

"Please, Damon? Trust me on this one. What does it hurt? Give it a few days. Don't do anything rash today. Take care of your woman, and I'll make sure you're taken care of, right up until you walk into the church if you want. It's a no lose situation. Please?" She thought she was being sly, inching closer, lifting her arms up and around my neck, pressing up against me.

"If I do this, and I'm not saying I will, you have to swear this isn't another trick. Hot and willing, each evening. If I don't like whoever you offer me, all bets are off. You understand?"

"Perfectly. You can't tell her though. This is our secret, Ok? You have to let her believe you still want to be with her, not that I'm bribing you. Is that fair?" She was moving sinuously, her tits brushing against my chest.

I nodded. "A kiss to seal the deal?"

She grinned. "You wouldn't mind kissing me? You don't think I'm a homely, desperate skank, do you?"

"Not at all. Far from homely, and hardly desperate. I never thought of you as particularly skanky."

"Then it's a deal." She pulled my head down, and kissed me deeply, a promise of more to come, I was fairly certain.

She must have really wanted to seal the deal. The first kiss was followed by a couple more, and I fondled her sweet body pretty brazenly, without any resistance.

"You won't be sorry. I promise," Stacy said softly. "Can you check on her now? She's really hurting, and upset. Maybe you could sort of leave the deal out of it for now. She needs you."

"Alright. I'll do what I can." I pulled her close, and she let me kiss her again. "You're a good friend, Stacy. Probably better than she deserves, after the crap she's pulled."

"It was a simple mistake, that's all. I just want you two to be happy."

I knew that one of us was going to be happy. That was good enough for me.

In the living room, Lacey was still lying on the floor, her friends doing a piss poor job of taking care of her. All they were doing was applying calamine lotion to her rashes. They were doing it wearing rubber gloves. It was clear that she was miserable. I was feeling just a teeny bit guilty. Only a little, she's the one who declared war after all. 

I remembered my grandmother's poison ivy remedy, which seemed weird but was effective. It stopped the itching for at least a few hours and prevented the spreading. "Stacy, do me a favor. Start a hot bath in our tub. Put about 8 tea-bags in it. Let me know when it's half full."

She didn't argue, and ran off to do as I'd asked. I looked down at Lacey's naked body which had once been a fantasy come true. Catching her with her asshole stripper boyfriend had destroyed that fantasy. Seeing her like this was just sad. Nothing sexy about any part of her any longer. I knelt beside her head. "What happened?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. I, uh, was in bed yesterday, and it was itchy. I wondered if there was something about the new sheets that I was allergic to. Maybe some commercial cleanser. I don't know. This morning, I was breaking out in rashes all over, and the itching was horrible. By the time the girls got here, it was starting to blister in some places."

"Any other problems?" I asked.

She looked worried. "Uh, just some irritation. I... there was something wrong with his rubber. It really burned. I thought condoms were supposed to be hypo-allergenic. It didn't seem to bother him. I could barely get him to stop. Even without the rubber it kept burning. Maybe I just overdid it." She had a hard time looking at me. 




8 Days: Day 3 - FTDS



"No rubber?"

She looked up at me angrily. "What was I supposed to do? It was burning me!"

"You could have stopped. Was the sex that important to you? Jesus, Lacey!"

"What do you care? I bet you went and screwed that little skank again, didn't you?"

"Actually, I had a very nice time with a different young woman. Very nice."

"Right. Like I believe that. You're just jealous."

I laughed. "Jealous? Christ, Lacey! Look at yourself. Yeah, I'm jealous alright."

Stacy interrupted to say the bath was ready. "Twenty minutes. I'm going to go get some stuff from the drugstore. I'll be back shortly. Someone should stay with her. I'll take care of her after I get back."

I hadn't thought things out. I figured having sex in the contaminated sheets would be a nice future deterrent. I hadn't counted on her sleeping in them all night. Exposing herself to the oils for a dozen hours or more. If she would only have changed the sheets, it might not have been so bad. Too late to do much about the spreading. She had it everywhere. All I could do was keep it dried out and fight the symptoms.

A few minutes on the phone had Cale advised his 'following' services wouldn't be required for at least a couple of days. I let Jenna know how things stood, and ended up calling her back after she was done laughing. I told her about Stacy's offer.

"You gonna take her up on it?"

"Of course. I thought, if you didn't mind, I can take care of Lacey for a while, then leave her in her friend's hands, while you and I catch an early dinner, and have some private time together."

She chuckled. "Thanks, Damon. Way to make a girl feel appreciated. Dinner and a quickie, then off to boff the bridesmaids?"

"Can you think of anything that will piss Lacey off more, than fucking all her best friends? Starting with the maid of honor."

"All of them?"

"I'm going to make sure that Stacy understands that I won't accept the same girl over and over again. What do you think they're going to come up with as a solution?"

"Remind me to never get you pissed off at me," she laughed.

"Too late. You know you've done that dozens of times over the years."

"Yeah, I guess I have. I never paid the piper like this."

"'Cause I like you, Jenna."

"You don't like your fiancée?"

"I loved her, at least I thought I did. Those feelings seem to be burning away pretty quickly. I loved her, and lusted for her. Never liked her as much as you."

"That's really fucked up, Damon. Your life long partner should be your best friend. You're only going to spend a few hours a week fucking, the rest of the time it's all about how you get along. What the hell were you thinking?"

I chuckled. "I'm a man. She's gorgeous. I was the envy of every guy I knew. I was thinking with my dick. Besides, it's not like I don't like her, I do, or did. Just not as much as you."

"Well stop it!" she snapped, giggling.

"Gotta go. I'm back home, and it's doctoring time. I've got a little after noon. Pick you up around 6:00?"

"Someplace nice for dinner, Ok? How come I always get fast food, and she gets four-star?"

"Somewhere nice, I promise."

~ * ~ * ~

Stacy was the only one left. My fiancée's maid of honor and best friend. Lacey was lying atop a plain sheet on the bed. I had my bag of new supplies.

"We have two concerns," I explained. "Dry it up so it doesn't get worse, and stop the itching. The Tea bath does a little of both, and stops the itching for a few hours. Now we'll use the calamine to dry it out. We'll use a lot of it."

I had an industrial size box of cotton balls, and started applying the pink goop. Stacy started helping. "Careful, Stacy. You don't want to get any of it on you."

She nodded. "I'm being careful, besides, I'm not very allergic to anything. I'll be fine."

Brave girl. I wasn't taking chances. I covered my hands, arms and face in Ivy Block. It works like sunscreen, but it protects you from the nasty stuff.

Me and another hot girl, touching almost every inch of my fiancée's naked body. It should have been a lot more erotic than it was. We did her front and back, then Stacy and I both washed our hands, side-by-side. "I'm going to go out around six. Wish me luck, otherwise I'll be giving you a call."

She pouted. "Couldn't you wait one day? She's going to need your help."

"She'll be out of it by the time I go. Trust me."

Stacy sighed. "We all screwed up, didn't we?"

"No. You all didn't. She did. You're not the one engaged to get married, fucking around the week before your wedding. Lying and cheating."

"Please try not to be too harsh on her today, alright? She's having a rough day," Stacy said softly.

"I'm not a sicko. I'll help her. I'm still pissed."

She nodded.

Truth was, I wasn't helping her as much as I could. Zanfel is a miracle drug, when it comes to Poison Ivy. Pricey, at about $50 a tube, but in my past, it's provided almost instant results. Two days, and all done. I'm a bastard. I didn't want her better in two days. Besides, using that would probably give everything away. Calamine can be used on any itchy rash, Zanfel had one purpose.

I got some ibuprofen in her, which I'd heard could help, and dosed her with about a gram of Vitamin C. "How're you doing?" I asked.

"Not as bad. It's hardly itching at all. I guess the tea-bath worked. Thanks." She sighed, trying to get comfortable.

"You want to watch TV? Read? Anything else I can do for you?"

"TV I guess. Something to distract me."

I piled the pillows behind her, helping her sit up. Turned the TV toward her and gave her the remote.

"Do I have to stay naked?"

"Wasn't that your plan anyway?" I said nastily.

She sighed. "I guess you win. No more experimenting. The deal's off." I think she said it hopefully. She couldn't really believe that.

"I don't think so. I'm having fun, to tell the truth." I looked over at Stacy and she shook her head. I guess she hadn't discussed it.

Lacey wasn't happy. "You know that's not fair! I'm not going to be able to do anything for days."

"And how is that my problem? The whole thing was your idea. I tried to stop it yesterday, but you wanted none of that," I reminded her. "You laughed that nobody would want to fuck me, while you got to be a total slut. It turns out you're wrong."

"But that was before!" she whined. "If you insist on keeping the deal, I'm going to have to save my days for later."

I glared at her. "So now you're telling me you plan to continue your lying and cheating after we're married?"

"Only if you won't play fair. If you get six more days, so do I," she said, glaring at me.

"She's all yours, Stacy. I'm done with her. She's a lying, deceiving, cheating slut. We have a deal she insisted on, and she wants to break it, again. She also tells me she plans on cheating on me after we get married. That's not gonna happen. I want her out of here when I get back."

"This is my place too!" Lacey yelled. "And you're the one cheating!"

"No, this is my home. My name's on the lease. We're not married, and you have no claims on the place. If you're here when I get back, I'll call the police and have you thrown out."

"This isn't fair! How come you get to fuck around, if I don't!" she shrieked.

"Nobody's stopping you. You have six days. Go ahead. Have fun."

"I CAN'T! NOT LIKE THIS!"

"Your problem not mine." I looked over at Stacy. "Make sure she's gone when I get back."

I started walking out, and Stacey ran over and grabbed my arm, letting me drag her along, while Lacey cursed me. "Don't, Damon! Let me talk to her."

"Damn it, Stacy! You heard her. What kind of woman tells her fiancé she plans on cheating on him after the marriage? What the hell is wrong with her?"

"She's upset, and in pain. She's afraid she's going to lose you, and is striking back. That's all."

"Bullshit. She wants her cake and eat it too. She wants to fuck around, but she doesn't want me to. Exactly like I said, remember? No fucking way. I'm serious. She's gone when I get back, or I'll throw her out the fucking door the way she is now!"

I was standing at the door, and Stacy was clinging to my arm for dear life. "Please, Damon! Please, let me deal with it. She'll stick with the deal. No cheating after the marriage. I know she didn't mean that. She's just trying to get you to stop."

"I don't trust her. How can I? You know what I think? I think she'll agree, and then go ahead and fuck around on me in the future, always telling herself that I owe it to her. That's what I think. I don't trust her anymore. She's destroyed that with her stupid game."

Stacy stood in front of me, blocking the door. "Wait, Damon. Don't rush off. Think about it. You end it now, our deal is off. You and me. You're on your own."

"Big deal. I was only doing it because you asked me to."

She moved up next to me, rubbing my chest. "It's me. You'll get me, Damon. I'll make it incredible. Just don't do this. Let me at least try to work things out. You'll get me tonight, and if I can't fix it by tomorrow, what have you lost? One night of letting her sleep here is all it takes. Please?"

"Stacy, you're gorgeous, and sexy as hell, but it's just not worth it. I... I don't mean that you're not worth it. That's ridiculous, of course you are. But I don't want to lead her on. It's best if she understands and moves on."

"I am worth it. Worth one last chance. You guys loved each other like nobody's business. You had it all. This stupidity is ruining everything, but we can fix it. I know we can." She dropped to her knees, and started unbuckling my pants. "Give it one day. I'll even give you a down payment for tonight."

I let her talk me into it. I even hoped that Lacey would walk out and catch us. That would have been fun. No such luck. It was a pretty basic blowjob. She was good, but obviously in a hurry. No teasing or playing around, she sucked and stroked me like a girl on a mission. Which I guess she was. 

Still... a blowjob's a blowjob. A pretty girl, cock in her face, sucking diligently, does a lot to relieve stress. I caressed her hair, and watched. She worked hard at it, and it only took about five minutes or so to get me off. Worst blowjob I'd had in quite a while, to be honest, but I figured I'd give her a break. The circumstances were far from ideal. Besides, it was better than anything Lacey ever gave me, that's for sure.

She stood shyly, while I pulled my pants back up. "I... I hope that was enough. I was in a hurry, but I promise, it'll be much better tonight. So can she stay?"

I pulled her in for a hug. She'd earned that much. "One night."

"And you'll let me try to fix things? Postpone a final decision until tomorrow?"

I chuckled. "You should be in sales, beautiful. Alright. No final decision until tomorrow."

I pulled her away from the door, and gave her a quick kiss. "In a couple of hours give her another tea bath. Then use the Cortisone-10 on her, and have her take the Benadryl Allergy I bought, when she's ready to sleep." She was so cute, I stole a second kiss. "Don't forget the STD test. If she's not proven clean, I'm not marrying her. I'm not going to miss out on the one and only honeymoon I intend on having."

"I'll make sure. I'll work it all out. Thanks," she said, then pulled me down for another kiss, a lot more serious, boding well for the evening.

I just wanted to get out of the house. Damn, that woman had an almost infinite capacity for pissing me off lately. I considered dropping in on Jenna early, but thought better of it. She might plan on dressing up for dinner. I didn't want to interfere with a woman's plans. I already had a pretty good idea what came of that.

Instead, I gave Cale a call. Checked in with him, and we watched a little football, while I filled him in. I realized I still had the flip-camera in my pocket. I felt a little weird, watching it with Cale, especially at the beginning when she was being all sexy. Stripping for her boy, going down on him, telling him all the wonderful things she had planned.

They got in the bed, and it started to get fun. Nothing too crazy to start. I was surprised she actually used a rubber with him. He resisted at first.

"No way. I didn't have to use one yesterday! Why would I use one today?" 

She giggled. "You're not going to use one. You're going to use a lot. Fill them all up. I'm going to collect them for my little cucky fiancée."

The bastard grinned. "Alright. I guess we can do that. I don't mind rubbing it in a little."

Cale turned to me. "Still sorry he ran into some trouble last night?"

"Fuck no. Let's make sure he runs into a good bit more, if we get the chance."

Cale nodded and we watched.

They had sex. She rode him, once again turning into a slut. "God, what a great cock! How am I ever going to be able to go back to normal after this?" she moaned.

The asshole laughed. "You don't have to. I'll be tapping that sweet pussy and ass for a long, long time."

She giggled. "You wouldn't mind fucking a married woman?"

"In her husband's bed, stretching her holes all out for him? I'm going to love doing that."

It was much the same as the previous day. He fucked her hard, abused her, slapped her around a little. Pretty rough, and she was getting off on being his whore. He filled his condom, and they tied it off, and left it on the dresser. He fucked her face until he was content, and rolled another rubber on. "On your knees, you little whore. I'm getting some more of that sweet ass. Was it really virgin?"

She laughed. "Completely. My Cuck-fiancée was really pissed I let you take it first. I promised him he'd get some when you were done with it. Why don't you see if you can stretch it out for him."

He stuck his thumb roughly up her ass, and she looked less than happy for a second. "Lube me up, lover. You're way too big otherwise." I watched her grab her new bottle of lube, and couldn't help grinning.

"This should be good," I told Cale.

"What?"

"Watch."

He squirted some on his thumb and stuck it back inside her. Lathered up his condom, and without any more preparation, shoved his cock deep inside of her. It was only a few seconds later that she started complaining, then she was yelling, trying to escape. Loverboy hung onto her hips, slamming into her, while she shrieked. "Shut up, you little whore. You'll get used to it."

"No, stop, STOP!" she begged. "Something's wrong. It's burning. Burning like crazy."

"You'll be fine, stop bitching!" he sneered.

She went wild, kicking and jerking away. He slapped her ass hard, telling her to calm down. She tried to turn to push him away with her hands, and he slapped her face, hard, resounding. She gasped and clawed at him. "STOP IT!"

She managed to escape and he was cursing at her. "You don't get to pull this shit with me! I'm not your wimp boyfriend."

I cursed myself for not having two cameras. When she ran into the bathroom, we lost her just a few feet inside the door. We had a decent shot of the sink, and maybe half the shower, at a distance. She turned away from the camera, and must have headed for the toilet. A few second later she reappeared.

She was crying, turning on the shower. She grabbed the shower head, and stuck it between her legs. She was dancing in place, using her finger in her own butt. She scrambled out of the tub, and went to the counter. I saw her pull out what looked like one of her new enema's. I was surprised she didn't even try to use Vaseline, she just stuck it up her butt, and started squeezing. 

After a minute of obvious misery. She squatted in the tub, gross, and let go. She screamed when she saw the steady flow of red liquid. My little idea to add the food coloring to the enema was paying off better than I could have imagined. I thought it might prevent her from doing something, make her cautious. Not this.

"What did you do! I'm bleeding, you asshole!"

He was standing in the bathroom door, watching, blocking half our view, the dickhead. He shrugged. "I don't know. We'd hardly started. Maybe you got a little tear. I used the lube."

She was sobbing, using the showerhead on herself. She grabbed the second enema, and started in again.

"That one too?" Cale asked.

"Yep. Red food coloring."

"You are one sick bastard, aren't you?"

"You don't think she deserves it?"

"That and more," he confirmed.

She was crying inconsolably when the second stream of red liquid purged out of her bowels. As least it looked like it wasn't burning as badly.

"You gonna be much longer before we can go again?" Mister Empathy asked.

"I can't. I'm a mess," she whined.

"Don't sweat it. I can skip your ass tonight. Let you get better. That pussy is sweet enough. Better, really."

She shook her head. "No. I'm done."

"Bullshit! That pussy is mine, and I'm getting some more. Either that or I'm going to take that ass again, and tear it up good!"

Nice guy. She knew how to pick 'em.

She argued a while, then he was dragging her out of the bathroom, throwing her on the bed. "You choose. Ass or pussy?"

She was shaking, still crying. "Pussy."

"Beg me. Beg me to fuck that pussy. You know you love my cock."

She wiped her face, "Fuck my pussy, baby. Please, I need it. No condom either. I need to feel it."

He smirked. "I bet you do." He stared at her for a few seconds. "Let's go, bitch. It's not gonna get hard by itself. Get to sucking!"

She sucked. She fucked. She let him use her roughly, but wasn't asking for it. She was not much more than a limp body with a hole. He tried to get her to respond, got rougher, but she was done. I was definitely uncomfortable watching. It was rape, and my ex-fiancée was the victim.

He still got off twice more. He even tried to get into her ass again, and she responded for the first time. She pulled away and glared at him. "No. You try that again, I swear to God I'll cut off your cock and shove it up your own ass."

I chuckled. "There she is. Now he gets to see the girl that comes to my bed. No more slut I guess."

When he was done, the second time, he wiped his cock on her face, got up and dressed. "If you're gonna be my slut, you're gonna have to do better than that. I'll cut you some slack, since you got some kind of butt problem, but I expect better tomorrow. You understand?"

She nodded.

He walked out. She started sobbing again, pulled the covers over herself, curled up in a ball, and cried herself to sleep.

Cale looked decidedly uncomfortable. "That was hard to watch. I don't know if she deserved all that."

I nodded. "Pretty ugly. But she brought it on herself. She wanted to fuck around, break the rules, cheat on me, and on our deal. She's the one that declared war. She's the one that chose the asshole. She wanted a big dick? She found a 6'3" tall one. Good for her."

"And now she's covered in poison ivy, head-to-toe?"

"Pretty much. She'll be out of commission for at least a few days. I wonder how loverboy's going to take that?"

Cale grinned. "Rumor has it, he's in no shape to be concerned. I don't think he'll be using his equipment on anybody else soon."

"Couldn't happen to a more deserving guy."

~ * ~ * ~

I wasn't in the best mood when I went to see Jenna. She knows me too well, and got me to spill the beans over an incredible ribeye and twice baked potatoes.

She didn't look as happy as I thought she'd be. "That sucks," she finally said. "She's a bitch, and doesn't deserve you, but that was wrong. Brett shouldn't have done that." She sipped her wine. "You think you might have taken it a bit too far?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. The way I see it, if she wasn't giving her ass away, after promising it to me, it wouldn't have happened. If she'd picked up a decent human being, instead of a complete bastard, she would have been fine. If she hadn't begged him to abuse her, slap her around, treat her like a whore and a slut, he wouldn't have thought it was Ok to continue doing it. She brought most of this down on herself. She could have ended the whole deal yesterday when I practically begged her to, but she wanted more of the bastard. She declared war. I just finished it."




8 Days: Day 3 - FTDS



Jenna was still amazed that Lacey would insist on cheating on me after we were married, if I stuck to the deal. Dinner wasn't the most fun, romantic meal I'd ever had.

But she's my Jenna. She can read my moods, and manipulate them. She got me laughing over dessert, and by the time we were in her bed, she had brought me back out of my gloomy mood. We played in bed, keeping it light-hearted, and it helped.

I was enjoying holding her, after we'd finished. "Thank you," I said softly.

She gave me a tender kiss. "I hate to see you unhappy. I know seeing her like that must have hurt. You loved her after all. You were going to marry her. It doesn't all disappear overnight."

I nodded. "I... I wanted to be there so bad. Drag that asshole off of her and kick his ass. Take care of her. I didn't want that. I wanted to make it less fun for her, not a nightmare."

"Casualty of war." She snuggled into me, kissing my neck. "Be gentle with her, Ok? I hate the bitch, but she's gotta be seriously hurting, physically and emotionally. Don't kick her out yet. At least let her recover."

I sighed deeply. "I'll try. I'm not going to let her insult me or disrespect me. I'm tired of her shit."

"Just take it easy. For me?" she pleaded.

I chuckled. "Now that takes the cake. You, asking for her sake. What brought that on?"

Jenna nodded. "I feel bad. She's gonna lose you. That's punishment enough."

After dinner and a 'date' with Jenna, I figured I'd be exhausted. The truth was, I was exhilarated. I finally felt completely in control of the situation for the first time since my conniving fiancée returned from her bachelorette party. I'd just had a wonderful time with my best friend in the world, had a 'sample' blowjob from Lacey's maid of honor, and I was pretty confident, that the supposed love-of-my-life wasn't out fucking around on me.

Cale had left me a message, and asked me to stop by. I guess I'd been too busy with Jenna to hear my phone ring. It was only a little after 8:30, so I was in no hurry to get back home. It would be good to let the batteries recharge a bit.

He wasn't alone. "Damon, you know Fred," he said by way of introduction.

I had met him a few times, a friend of Cale's, but not part of our regular crowd. I nodded, extending my hand.

"Fred's recently single again. He went through a bit of a mess with his ex, and offered to help."

"I really don't want word of my private life getting out to everybody," I said, a little irritated. Bringing in virtual strangers, beating up the stripper. He seemed to be taking this harder than I was.

"Fred's a good friend. He understands—"

Fred interrupted. "My ex was a cheater. I hate that shit. I'd like to help. I know your situation is different, and whether she's cheating or not is kind of a gray area, with the deal you've got going. I did a lot of surveillance on my wife to catch her dead to rights. I thought you could borrow some of that gear to keep an eye on your woman. See if this is an aberration you might be able to deal with, or if you're thinking of marrying a cheating slut. I figured at least you would know."

"What are we talking about?" I asked.

"Hidden cameras, phone recording, car GPS, audio recording, that kind of stuff." He grinned, "Listen, I spent over $2,500 on the equipment. It helped me, and if it will help some other poor guy, well hell, it's already paid for and sitting idle in a box. It's yours to use, if you want to."

I didn't see much of a need. I knew what she was up to. She'd been pretty open about it. Then I thought about the night of my bachelor party, and her lies about staying at home watching TV. Bitch.

"Sure. I appreciate it. Never can have too much information, can we?"

Fred grinned, and he, Cale and I made plans. "I've got to go to work tomorrow. I don't know what she's got planned, if anything."

"I thought about that. Car GPS is easy to install. If we put it on her car tonight, then if she goes out tomorrow, we can do the inside installation. If not, you'll need to figure out a way to get her out of the house when you get home. We'll give you a call if we're successful during the day."

We discussed a few more details, and on my way out of his house, he put a baggie in my hand. I looked at what he'd given me. It contained several pills.

Cale grinned. "You've got to make us proud, Damon. Stick up for men everywhere. If you're going to fuck all of her friends, do a good job of it. That should help."

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Fifteen minutes later, I was checking in on Lacey, who seemed to be doing better. "How did it go?" I asked her friend.

"She's been a pain. She's still pissed off that she doesn't get her share of the deal, if you're going to. She goes from itching like crazy to moderately calm. She's doing fine now. I think the Benadryl has knocked her out."

We closed the door on her, and walked out to the living room. Ours is a small place. The second bedroom is tiny, and we've converted it to a study. Unless Stacy and I were going to get busy on top of my fiancée, we were stuck with the living room.

I could see she was nervous, a little surprising after her unsolicited blowjob earlier. I gave her a quick one-armed squeeze. "Relax, Stacy. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to. I hope to God that by now you know me that well. It's been over a year, right?"

She smiled. "Yeah. It's just weird, you know?"

I nodded. "Kick off your shoes, I'll make us a drink. How's a mimosa work for you?" I knew it was one of her favorites.

"Perfect," she answered.

I opened the bottle of sparkling, poured a tall glass two thirds full. Added a shot of Vodka for a little extra kick, and topped it off with OJ. A beer was good enough for me. That, and one of the pills that Cale had given me. I handed her the glass and went over to the stereo. I accessed my easy rock play-list and started it, not too loud, just enough for ambiance. At the same time, I plugged my Flip-video into the charger, aimed it at the couch and started recording.

I wouldn't call it a seduction. We already knew where things were headed. We talked, about the stupid plan, and Stacy admitted her part in encouraging Lacey, regretting it now.

"How could you guys think that was a good idea?" I asked.

"We were drunk, Damon. Feelin' up strippers. We all know Lacey, she's gorgeous but the least experienced of any of us. We were playing one of the party games, I Never. Let me tell you, she never. None of it. The teasing got to be too much, and we talked about her learning a little something for the honeymoon."

"I'm supposed to believe that was supposed to be for me? I saw her, Stace. She was a complete slut."

Stacy moved closer, her hand rubbing my chest. "I swear, that was the idea. I'm not saying she didn't get carried away. I don't know. I can only tell you my part in it. She felt inadequate sexually." She sighed, resting her head on my shoulder. "Why'd you have to go do Jenna? That messed everything up," she murmured.

"You still don't get it. I only went to Jenna once I accidentally stumbled on Jenna the slut destroying our deal. She told me she was doing nothing that night. No plans, watching a movie. All a lie. She'd already set up her date. I found the asshole's business card in her purse, and, no, I wasn't snooping. She told me to get some gum out of it." I leaned back drawing her with me.

"I was having a bad night. The bachelor party didn't work out, Cale got pulled over and his car was impounded. I had to walk home. What do I find? My slut fiancée doing all the things she wouldn't do with me. I teasingly called her a slut once, in bed, and I did without for two weeks. Slept on the couch. She was begging that jerk to insult her, slap her around, use her like a slut and a whore. She was getting off on all kinds of name calling. She sucked his cock, like it was the best thing in the world, while she acts like mine is the most horrible. She even gave him her virgin ass which she'd promised me! Do you know what it's like to find out your girlfriend is a lying cheating dirty whore? Some other man's willing slut? She disgusts me." I felt myself getting angry, and tried to calm down.

"That's when I seriously doubted we had any future. Only after she broke our deal. After she gave away her ass, which she'd promised to give to me first. After she sucked him off, something else she never did for me. She took him down her throat. She won't even suck my cock. Only then did I go to Jenna. By that time it was pretty much over. Too much lying and trickery. Too much betrayal. That's not how you treat the man you're supposed to love."

Stacy was trying to calm me down, rubbing my chest, pressing her body against mine. "I'm sure she didn't mean it. She got carried away."

"Do you have any idea, Stace? She's supposed to love me! Give her love to me! Not to some asshole stripper because he has a big dick. How insulting is that, to do all those things with him, when she wouldn't let me? To give him her virgin butt, which she promised to give me on our wedding night."

She hushed me, silencing me with her lips. "It was a mistake. She loves you. She was letting herself go, so she could open up with you. I believe that, Damon. You have to believe it too, if we're going to make any progress."

"I'm not sure I want to make progress. You know she told him he'd get to keep doing her after we're married? You still think I should trust her?"

Stacy stopped, obviously shocked. "I... I don't believe it. She wouldn't."

"She did. I have it on video, if you'd like to see it later."

Stacy seemed to deflate, lying atop me. "No. She wouldn't. She loves you."

"In my bed, she promised him. Asked him if he minded fucking a married woman. Said she could never return to my little dick, after getting his," I snapped, bitterly. "She called me her 'cucky fiancée'."

Stacy gave me a squeeze. "Something's wrong. That's not possible."

"She's a lying, cheating slut. We're just now finding that out. She got a big dick, and now can't get enough of it. Great idea you guys had."

She was talking softly. "No, no, no. She loves you. You love her." She rose up on her arms, looking down at me, her face more serious. "I'm gonna find out, alright? Let me get to the bottom of this. Something's wrong."

"I'll say. I almost married a cheating whore."

"No! Don't say that! I know it's a mistake."

I pulled her down, hugging her. "Tell me the truth, Stacy, alright? Please don't lie to me like her. I couldn't stand it right now."

"I am telling you the truth," she whined.

"She told all of you to stay away from me, didn't she? Threatened to destroy you, and make your lives hell."

She was quiet, then nodded. "Yeah, but it wasn't like that. We knew she was mostly joking around."

"Bullshit. You know she meant it."

"There're a lot of women out there, Damon. Not just us. It's not that big a deal. She was going to a stranger. She wanted for both of you to do it with people who wouldn't be in your lives afterward. Don't you see? It could be awkward afterward, with people you know. The stripper was just a fling, that she could walk away from and never see again. She wanted the same for you. That's why none of us were supposed to hook up with you, and no Jenna."

"So are we going to be awkward, after?" I asked.

She grinned, and sat up. She pulled her shirt off, and started unbuckling her bra. "No, Damon. We're going to be friends. Best friends. Once you're married to her, you're never going to get me again, but until then, you and I, we're going to create some great memories. Deal?"

"Friends, no matter what?"

She nodded. "Best of friends."

She had a great body. Then again, all of them did. They worked at it, and it paid off. I moved her onto her back, and stripped her. Standing, I removed my shirt, while she started on my pants. I kind of liked that, and let her continue, without help. She got my pants and boxers off, coming face-to-face with her new best friend, at least if I had my way.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Everything."

She giggled. "What do you want first?"

"Take turns going down on each other?"

She grinned, leaning forward and kissing the head of my cock. "I guess that makes it your turn."

After my earlier gift, that seemed only fair, and I buried my face between her legs, making her laugh and squeal. I hushed her, and went to work. 

Yes, I said work. Not that I didn't love it. I do, but I attacked her pussy with a purpose. I wanted her to know what Lacey was losing, through her own stupidity and evil ways. Which meant that her best friend Stacy was going to get hers, in a big way.

I tried all the old standbys. Teasing, fingering, the whole tongue alphabet. Sucking away on her little nub. Unlike Lacey, I wasn't without experience. I tried to pay attention, see what she liked. It took a while to dial her in, but I finally sensed I had her, and before much longer she was coming for me. I licked, sucked and fingered another one out of her, before sliding my aching cock in. I fucked her on our couch, fucked her hard, and after I made her come for me again, pulled out and went down on her once more. Back and forth, fucking and licking.

Stacy was nicely responsive. Slow to warm up, but easy to keep on a slow simmer. After half a dozen switches, I got a huge response out of her, and was satisfied. I turned her over, pinned her down with my weight, straddled her legs and pounded her.

The little tease seemed to really like that. I held her tight, pinning her arms down, resting my head on hers. Pounded into her until she was thrusting back desperately, moaning and gasping. Got a couple of more nice ones out of her until I couldn't hang on anymore. Blasted her hot little pussy, pressing in as deeply as possible.

"God," she groaned. "Fuck, that was nice."

I kissed her neck. "Your turn, gorgeous."

"My turn?"

"I pleasured you. Now it's your turn to pleasure me."

You've got to give the girl credit. She was willing. She climbed off the couch, and got conscientious. Grabbing a couple of towels for underneath us, she laid them out then wiped me down with a warm washcloth. She had me lay on my back and went to work. She sucked me for a good long time, getting me hard, and then harder. 

I had to laugh. "Damn, Stace, you're so much better at that when you're not in a hurry."

She raised her head smiling. "Yeah, sorry about that. You had me scared. Sorry you agreed to my little plan?"

"Not at all. Keep convincing me, hot stuff."

She did that. She rode me like a professional cowgirl. I was amazed at how well she took advantage of the couch logistics, hanging on the back, putting one foot on the floor, all kinds of little tricks. It had been a busy day, and it took her a long time to get her way. She was straddling my hips, sitting upright, bouncing merrily away, using the springiness of the cushions to help. It looked like she was forgetting about me, working on her own release. I had no problem with that. She'd shudder through an orgasm, slowing down for a second, leaning forward, crying out softly, then return to bouncing.

"Having a good time?" I teased.

"She's... a fucking... idiot. Never... never came... so... much," she moaned, trembling through another one.

She finally collapsed on my chest, trembling. I lifted her hips with my hands, and continued to pound up into her. The feeling was much better, using more of my length, controlling things and she was begging me to fill her as I approached my end. I slammed her hips down hard, thrusting as deeply as possible and holding her there, filling her up. She looked almost in pain, as she tensed up, taking my gift.

She became boneless, lying there well satisfied. I could say much the same for myself.

"Holy Shit, Damon. That was incredible," she finally said, kissing my neck. "We might have to renegotiate our deal. I'm going to want a lot more of that, and not just this week."

The words hit me hard. As much a cheater as Lacey. "Really? You think I'd cheat?"

She froze up. "No," she said cautiously. "It was just sex talk. That was amazing, but I..." She abruptly sat up. "Sex talk!" she said, eagerly.

"What the fuck?" I growled.

"I didn't mean it. I know it's just for now. But it was good, and I was just trying to tell you that. Just sex talk. Things we say in bed," she giggled, "or on the couch."

"Alright, you didn't mean it."

"Don't you see? I bet she didn't mean it either. She wasn't going to cheat on you with him. It was sex talk. I know it. I know I'm right."

She wiggled her hips, teasingly. "So many stupid little mistakes. But they all add up, don't they?"

"It's more than little mistakes. She lied about everything. Gave away her ass, which she promised me. That's not a mistake."

"But it was! She thought you wanted her ass. She didn't think it mattered if it was virgin or not. Huge mistake. I get it. One part of her that was yours, and only yours, forever. She missed that. She figured she was learning to accept it, maybe even like it, so that you two could share that. Bad communication, huge fucking mistake on her part."

"What about lying about what she was doing? That was premeditated. Not a 'mistake'."

"C'mon, Damon. That one's obvious. I bet she was trying to spare your feelings. She didn't want to rub it in your face. You were never supposed to even know!" She got up off of me, and wiped between her legs. "I stand by the fact that she's an idiot. Why would she ever look somewhere else? You're a fucking terrific lover."

It felt good to hear it. My ego had taken a bit of a beating, watching my fiancée do all that slutty stuff she denied me, the way she responded to that asshole. I sat up and pulled Stacy into my lap, playfully. "You're pretty damn awesome yourself. I take it you have a little couch experience. I'd never even seen half that stuff you did."

She grinned, and planted a big kiss on me. "Maybe I've ridden a couch or two." She snuggled in close, while I caressed her body. "Experience isn't a bad thing, Damon. Maybe if you couldn't stand up to the competition, but you've got no issues there. Trust me. I thought I was going to pass out a couple of times."

Stacy kissed me deeply. "That's all she wanted. Some experience to bring to you, to make things better."

"She could have got that with me," I reminded her.

Stacy grinned. "Yep. No doubt about that. But she didn't know that. You spoiled her. How could she know she already had filet mignon, until she'd had some chuck and shoulder?" Another quick kiss, that dragged out a little. "Foolish girl. Hell, we were all fools. If you'd only nailed one of us before, we could have straightened her out. I feel like such an idiot."

"You're not making sense, Stacy. She's twenty-eight years old. She's had plenty of experience."

"Three long-term, mediocre relationships before you. Less than thrilling bedroom sex. No quickies, no one-night stands. Nothing that lasted shorter than two years! That's not experience."

I sighed. "I appreciate you trying to help her, but there's so much. So much deceit. And this business of using sex to get what you want? First, making me that promise to get her way? What the fuck? If she really loved me, she wouldn't insist on 8 days of being a slut to give me her ass. If she was willing to do it, she should do it out of love, not to get her way. And telling me what she was going to be the biggest slut in the world? That her sex game was war? That's just not right."

Stacy sighed. "Sex as a weapon is bad. I know. It's what we do. You and I wouldn't be here now, if we didn't think like that. Is it so horrible that I let you fuck my brains out, to get my way? Really?"

"I don't think I can ever trust her again, don't you see? That's the real problem. She lied, she tricked me, she used sex to get her way, she snuck behind my back, she sucked that bastard before our deal, that's cheating no matter how you look at it."




8 Days: Day 3 - FTDS



"You never had a lap dance?"

"Sure, but that's hardly the same."

She rose up on her knees, rubbing her tits against my face. "Never did a little bit of motor-boating?"

"Maybe..."

"It's the same things. Girls shake their tits and ass in your face. You rub up against them. Bare titties. Suck that nipple," she teased, pressing her nipple against my lips. "The strippers shake their junk at us. Try to get us to stroke them, maybe lick some whipped cream off. Sometimes we get a little carried away and give them a little suck. We don't finish them. It's just a tease. That was all she did. Some whipped cream, and maybe a few seconds of sucking, after we'd been giving her grief for ages."

"I never chased down the stripper afterward and had sex with her, fucking her ass raw," I snapped.

Stacy sighed. "You're right. Another stupid mistake. Bad choice. Let's face it, Lacey could get anyone she wants. Anyone. Picking that idiot was another huge mistake. So he's beautiful, chiseled, an Adonis. Pea-brained asshole is what he is. She was enthralled by the beauty." She grinned, pressing her other tit into my face. "He is gorgeous. Gorgeous, with a big dick. It's tempting if you don't know better."

"Tempt you?" I asked.

"Nah. Like I said. Only if you don't know better." She ground her hips against me, and gave me a little kiss. "Face it Damon. You're a great guy, good looking, terrific personality, great job, easygoing. Jackpot in the 'keeper' sweepstakes. But look at her. She's stunning, and you know it. You could go to a strip club, and go home knowing your woman's better looking than all of them. Can she say the same?"

"Fuck you, Stacy," I snapped, pushing her away.

"Stop! I'm serious. I'm not trying to be cruel. You're a catch, Handsome. But you're also at least 15 pounds overweight, and not much of a manly physique. Can't you see how someone like Brett would interest her?"

"Don't say that asshole's name in my house."

"Alright. Asshole is a hunk. You're not. And that's your own choice."

"What do you mean, my choice?"

"Do you work out? Do you diet? Do you spend time on your grooming? Do you buy clothing that suits you? You know she does. She obsesses about her weight, wanting to keep herself looking good. Works out nearly every day. Spends hours making sure she always looks her best for you. What do you do, to keep her interested?"

"So is that all it is? A beauty contest? I can't spend my life in the gym, I have to work for a living."

"Do you even try?"

Talk about ruining a good evening.

She sighed, cuddling up to me. "I'm sorry, baby. I mean it when I say you're a keeper. All that and a box of chocolates. We're all jealous as shit of her. There's not a one of us that wouldn't trade up our guys for a shot at you. Well, maybe not Alice, but all the rest of us. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, I'm being brutally honest." She kissed me softly. "You just rocked my world. Maybe the best sex of my life. I'm not going to lie to you."

"He's gorgeous, and has a big dick. I'm not, and I don't. I get it. Thanks for the newsflash."

"Fuck you, Damon!" she snapped. "I'm trying to be honest, and help you. Don't get all pissy with me."

"There's a lot of women who would be happy with me, just as I am."

"Of course! I just said that, didn't I? Hell, I'm one of them!" I watched her blush, "I mean, if you weren't with her, and I wasn't.... Shit, you know what I mean. You're a catch. You're the whole package. Easily an all around 9. She's a 10, physically, and maybe, maybe a 6 as a person. You're better than her, except, well you know.

"That's what kills her. We all know she's not good enough for you, and still you loved her, and she loves you like crazy. It's why she's jealous of Jenna. Jenna's more like you. Pretty without trying, but not beautiful. Smart and personable, her own person. And she has that chunk of your heart that Lacey hates giving up."

"Where the fuck is this conversation going?" I had to ask.

Stacy sighed, and leaned against me. "Hell, I don't know. I'm trying to figure it out too. Here's the deal. I know, absolutely know, she loves you, and would never hurt you. Things are bad, I think we all see that. Maybe broken beyond repair. But no way she meant to do that. It had to be mistakes. We have to figure out why, and see if we can understand enough to make sure it doesn't happen again." She sat up, that sexy naked body in my lap. She took my hands and placed them on her waist, and started grinding.

"Work with me, Damon. It's not too late. Let's figure this out, Ok? Even if it is over, let's find out why. Help her that much, so it doesn't happen again." She kissed me tenderly. "And hit the gym. You're a 9, but you could be a 10. I've never met a 10." 

She smiled. "I'm sorry if I sounded mean earlier."

"Are you really sorry?"

She nodded.

"Really?"

She nodded, grinning.

"Wanna make it up to me?"

Great big nods, eyes crinkled in humor.

"I really loved that second blowjob."

She laughed, and wriggled out of my lap. Got on her knees and gave me her best. Once she had me rock hard, I learned lots more uses for the couch. How to use the back, the arms, stack the pillows. She really was an expert, and sincerely wanted to make it up to me. She exhausted me. I was very thankful for that little pill Cale gave me. I'm pretty sure Stacy was, too.

She laid on top of me, glowing. "She's an idiot," Stacy chuckled.

"You're amazing."

"Mmmm. Ditto." She kissed my chest. "You gonna work with me? Please?"

"I'll give it another day."

"Thanks. I'll do what I can. I think I understand better now. I'm sorry for my part in it."

"Your apology was incredible, and fully accepted."

Once she'd left, I considered crawling into bed with Lacey. The idea of sleeping in that bed, where she'd betrayed me made my skin crawl. I settled for the couch.

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8 Days: Day 4 - FTDS



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My unsolicited sequel to DamonX's story 8 Days.

So far, the deal between Damon and his fiancée Lacey, to act single for a week, has blown up in both of their faces. He's pissed she cheated on the deal, lied to him, and tricked him. His reward for agreeing to the deal was supposed to be her virgin ass, on their honeymoon. On day one of their agreement she let the stripper she chose take her ass, and do lots more she'd always denied her fiancé. Damon sees it all and gets revenge by fucking the one person he's not supposed to, his long time friend Jenna. When Lacey finds out, she decides to go to war, and behave like a total slut for the remainder of their deal.

The war goes Damon's way, as he sabotages her affair, primarily by putting poison ivy in the bed, and adding hot pepper to her lube. She's no longer able to slut around, and wants the deal to end. He just wants her gone. Lacey's best friend convinces him to try to work things out, and guarantees he'll be able to use his free pass, with her if nobody else. He does, and enjoys it. By Day 4, he's had his friend Jenna, her roommate Nikki (and her virgin ass) and Stacy, the maid of honor.

We've also heard a lot of excuses about why she did what she did. Lying about her first time, tricking him into the deal, and giving her ass to the stripper (as well as sucking him off and swallowing, something else Damon never got). He's still not buying it.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For information on how I decide which stories to continue, please check my profile.

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Lacey woke me around 6:00 am. She was calling my name out, from the bedroom. She was obviously miserable. I ran her a bath, and sat with her, scrubbing her clean. I changed the water, and had her sit in another tea bath.

"Where were you last night?" she asked warily.

"I came home around 9:00. I'd been over at Cale's. When I got here, you were out of it. Stacy and I had a long talk. I slept on the couch, so I wouldn't disturb you."

She pouted. "I want to end the deal, baby. You were right. It's not good for us. I'm sorry, Ok?"

"What happened to 'going to war'? Being the biggest slut in the world?"

Her face screwed up, not a pretty sight at the moment. I saw the tears in her eyes. "You fucked Jenna! How could you? How can I ever face her again? I know you're not going to give her up, you're going to want to be friends. She'll be around us, at parties, over for dinner. And she'll have that damned smirk. God, that bitch loves to torment me. Rubbing it in how good friends you are. Now she's fucked you, on top of everything else! Gave you everything, even before I could!"

"Only because you broke our deal."

"I didn't! How can you say that! I wouldn't," she whined.

"Virgin ass. It was supposed to be mine, and mine only, Lacey. You just threw it away for a big dick and six-pack abs."

"You should have said something. I thought giving you my ass would be special, a wedding gift. You'd get to have me there."

"It would have been, if you didn't let the idiot have it first. You knew that hurt me, and you went and did it again!"

She shook her head. "You fucked Jenna, Damon. You know how I felt. Anybody but her. I told you that! Anybody! Just not her." She pouted. "I would never do that to you. Never! How would you like it if I had fucked Cale or Jim? Have to see them every day, knowing they'd had me, and I let them do everything? How would that be?"

"Don't blame me! I didn't want any of it, remember? You're the one that wanted to be single for a week. I said no, but then you promised me your virgin ass, so I went along. This wasn't my idea. You just had to have a turn with your big-dicked stripper, didn't you? I wasn't good enough for you. Not buff enough, not enough cock. Fuck, I hope you're happy with him."

I got up, and she grabbed at my hand. "Please, Damon. Let's end it before it gets any worse. I was wrong, Ok? Is that what you want to hear? I fucked up. You did too. Let's stop."

"I gotta get ready for work," I told her.

She sagged into the tub. "Think about it, alright? I love you."

~ * ~ * ~

Work wasn't bad. A two hour 'funch' break with Jenna was good. Very good. She was in a playful mood, and loved hearing about me and Stacy. "Don't get soft with Barbie. She lied and fucked around on you. She's not worthy of you, and proved it. She'll have a million excuses, but she gave her ass to her stripper. She planned the whole thing. A week before your wedding and she just had to fuck around. What a fucking slut!"

She lubed up her ass, and insisted I take it for a ride. She grabbed one of her toys out of her drawer, and DP'd herself, grinding a fat dildo up her pussy, while I reamed her good. I was getting spoiled, and I loved it.

I was lying beside her, while she played with my cock, looking for a little life. "Dump her, Damon. Dump her, and we'll set up a play-date with Nikki. Two girls. I bet you'd love that. Six holes for the taking." She giggled. "Might have to make an all-nighter out of it."

She climbed on top of me, giving me a big wet kiss. "We're going to have so much fun. Best friends and fuck-buddies. Does it get much better that that? I'm going to ride that fat cock raw!"

I accepted her hugs and kiss, playing with her tight little butt. But I couldn't help thinking I wanted more than that. More than fuck-buddies. I wanted happily ever after, but it looked like that wasn't in the cards.

~ * ~ * ~

Cale called me at work. "Everything's in place. Looks like your girl went to the doctor. They were out for a couple of hours. Gave us plenty of time. Video, audio, the works."

"Perfect. I appreciate it. Tell Fred thanks, I owe him one."

"Maybe you could hook him up with one of those brides-maids. Choice meat."

I laughed. "High maintenance. I'm not sure that would be much of a favor."

"How did last night work out?"

"Incredible. Stacy's an animal. Wild and wicked."

"Better than plain vanilla Lacey?"

"Oh, God. No comparison. At least not the Lacey I know. The whore that fucked that stripper looked like she'd be fun to play with. Guess I'll never find out."

"You gonna try to nail another of her friends?" Cale asked.

"I'm not sure, to be honest. Another ride with Stace would be incredible. I...I'm having mixed feelings about the whole thing."

"No shit. I said you were an idiot for agreeing to the deal. With a woman that looks like that? She must turn away a dozen offers a day."

"Does she? Turn them away?"

"Dude. Don't go there. She might have fucked up, but you don't really think she was cheating on you before, do you? She might be a stuck-up bitch, but none of us ever thought she didn't love you. Damn, half the time she had that puppy dog look. I can only imagine a woman like that looking at me the way she looked at you. Naw, I don't believe it. You gave her a free pass, and she abused it. Don't look at it as more than that. You'd only be lying to yourself."

~ * ~ * ~

I got home late after stopping for a beer. I'll admit it, I was confused. Still pissed off as hell. A cougar sat beside me, and I bought her a beer. I chatted her up. I had no doubt I could have had her if I wanted, all the signs were there. 

But I didn't want to. I was almost ashamed. Maybe I should turn in my man card.

It was after 7:00, and I was surprised to see that Lacey was up and around, even cooking dinner. She acted bizarrely normal. "Hope you're hungry," she said.

"Starving. Let me change, and I'll be out in a bit."

I stripped down to shorts and a t-shirt, and joined her in the kitchen. "Smells delicious." I reached around her waist for a hug, gently. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better. Doctor gave me some, uh, pred-something. Said it looked like poison ivy. When I told her about the sheets, she gave me grief. Told me I should always wash everything new before using it. I feel like such a dunce."

"Those are the biggest meatballs I've ever seen," I teased.

"Too much TV. I was watching a show and decided to give it a try." She lifted one up out of the sauce. About as big as a racquetball. Huge. She grinned. "Talk about torture. Seeing these? All I can think about is my special man."

Yeah, I bet. I'm sure Brett would love to hear it. 

She must have felt the vibe I was giving off. "Can we talk, honey? Really talk? I don't think we have once since I got that stupid idea in my head."

"Of course," I said.

"After dinner. The spaghetti will be done in just a minute."

We ate an amiable meal, both of us avoiding our issues. I helped her clear and wash the dishes, then she took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom. "I'm starting to itch. My forearm and the back of my thigh. Can you help me?"

"Another bath?"

"Some lotion should do, I think. I got a prescription."

She put down a sheet on the bed, and stripped naked. She was looking better, the swelling around her face was almost gone. Instead of one huge red swollen mess, now you could see patches of rash. I took the cotton balls and cleaned each area with a little rubbing alcohol. Afterward, I applied the ointment, carefully, using my finger. 

"Don't get it on you," she said nervously.

"I'll wash my hands afterward. I'm wiping my finger with the rubbing alcohol after each area, so I won't spread it. I'll be careful."

I had been at it for about 5 minutes. 

"I had a long talk with Stacy," she said softly.

I nodded.

"Is she right? Are you ready to dump me? Now, on the eve of our wedding, after more than a year?"

I sighed, dabbing her gently. "I don't see much future for us. I don't trust you anymore."

"Because I lied about that first night with Brett? When I said I had no plans? I swear, I didn't. Not for that night—"

"It's not just one thing. It was everything. You blew that bastard at your party. Lied to me about why you wanted your week of being single. Lied about saving your virgin ass for me. Lied about your plans that night. You wanted to be able to fuck around, but you didn't want me with Jenna, or any of the people I know. It's just too much, as a whole. Never mind the shock of seeing how you'd totally give yourself to that asshole, act like such a wanton slut, when you'd never do any of that for me. You gave him your ass, sucked his cock. I never got any of that, but some stripper off the street did."

She sighed. "We see things so differently. It is a problem. I was angry, furious, that you'd break the one rule I'd asked for, but I never thought it would mean the end of us. I love you too much, and thought you loved me."

"Your one rule. The one you added, after we had a deal. After you had already lined up your gorgeous big-dick fuck God, then you say, 'Oh yeah, you can't have Jenna'. I still wouldn't have, if you could have stuck with our deal." I was irritated that she kept throwing Jenna in my face. She broke the rules first!

"You know, I could have overlooked the trickery, the deceit. Setting me up so you could have your lover. I could even overlook the slutty behavior with him. Begging him to use you, to treat you like a whore. But you promised me! You know I wanted your ass, and for a year you denied me. Then you made that promise to me. On our honeymoon, I'd get your virgin ass. One part of you that would be mine and mine only. Nobody else, ever. You lured me into your hateful deal with that promise. I agreed to let you experiment, see other men, as much as I detested the idea, because of that promise. And you gave it to him."

She had tears rolling down her cheeks. "No, baby. I didn't promise you I'd save it for you. That was part of the whole plan. To get me used to it, so it wouldn't be miserable our first time. I wanted it to be incredible. My gift to you."

"You did, Lacey. You promised me anything. And then you whispered in my ear that I would get to, and I quote, 'fuck...your...tight...little...virgin...ass'."

I sat back, having finished her front. "Flip over."

She turned over, and I started another coat. 

"I...I think it was a simple case of misunderstanding. Can you believe that? I thought you wanted my ass. I was eager to give it to you. I was. I...I might have said virgin, because it was, at the time. I didn't understand that it meant that much to you. I figured you wanted my ass, not the fact that nobody had been there. You don't seem to mind that you weren't the first in my mouth or in my pussy. It's not like it would be your first time doing a girl in the butt. I didn't know. I wanted the experience, for us. I was afraid it would be bad, otherwise."

"Experience? You could have used a dildo for practice. Not some bastard with a cock bigger than mine. Bragging about stretching you out. Promising him he'd keep getting it, long after the wedding."

She rose up on her elbows, staring at me. "I never promised him that. I wouldn't!"

"How did you put it? 'You wouldn't mind fucking a married woman?' In your husband's bed, stretching your holes out for him? Giving away what you promised to your cucky-fiance?"

"You were listening!" she shrieked.

"Taping it. I didn't trust you, after all the lying. I had a recorder right over there on the dresser. For obvious reasons, don't you think? Setting up cheat dates for after the wedding, with your big-dick lover?"

Lacey shook her head. "I was just teasing him. He was the one talking about getting together later. I never agreed. I wouldn't. I didn't want him to get mad so I just teased him and went along."

"Sure, I understand. Wouldn't want loverboy mad. Piss off your husband-to-be, your 'cuck' as you so nicely put it, that's fine. It's not like I matter. As long as the owner of the big dick is happy."

She dropped back onto the bed, angry. "Couldn't you give me the benefit of the doubt once? Just once? Don't always assume the worst of me."

"I gave you the benefit of the doubt from the very beginning. I went along with your asinine idea, trusting you, counting on you not to destroy everything. I was wrong."

"So I guess you know what a wonderful time I had with Mr. Big Dick, yesterday. Enjoy the film?" she sneered.

"I hated it. If I was there, I would have killed him and taken my chance with jail. Why didn't you get rid of the asshole? Was getting more of his cock that important to you? There are other big cocks out there you know."

"I made my bed, I had to sleep in it."

"Not much sleeping going on," I said.

"What do you care anyway? Why are we even talking? You're just going to dump me for your little tomboy whore."

"If I didn't care, would I even be here?"

She barked a harsh little laugh. "No. You're not here because you care. You're here because Stacy bribed you. That's all. I don't need your pity. If you don't want me, I'm certain there are plenty of guys around who do."

"Sure. Lots of them. Guys like loverboy. Go for it." I slapped her ass. "All done. I'm out of here."

"Where are you going?"

"What do you care? Have you once cared about me since you got that wild hair up your ass for big dick?"

"STOP IT! I didn't care about the size of his dick!" she screamed.

"You're a fucking liar. You loved it. Sucked him like you were desperate for it. How come I never got any of that? You acted like you were being tortured the few times you took me in your mouth. You loved the asshole's big dick. I heard you. You told him so. Told him you could never go back to my little dick after having him."

She started crying hard. "Just go, Ok? Go fuck some little floozy. Leave me alone."

I stopped at the doorway, on my way out. "You know what the worst part is? I loved you. It couldn't hurt this badly if I didn't."

I closed the door behind me and went to the living room to call Stacy.

~ * ~ * ~

"We can't do it here," she said. "Your place is out of the question?"

"I wouldn't mind. I don't think Lacey would appreciate it, but if you don't care, I don't."

"Shit," she mumbled. "Any ideas? Can we get a room somewhere?"

"Let me check around; I'll get back to you, Ok?"

A call to Cale didn't help, but he suggested Eric, who worked evenings. 

"The place is a mess, but if it doesn't bother you, go for it. The guestroom bed is made. Just clean up after, is all I ask," he laughed.

He was right, the place was a mess. Took a few minutes to clear off the guest bed. Stacy opened the bed, looking at it nervously. "You don't suppose he has some spare clean sheets, do you?"

Ten minutes later we'd found them and changed the bed. She was giggling. "I feel like a damn high-schooler, sneaking around."

She didn't look like a high-schooler. I helped her undress, and we climbed in the bed. Things were definitely a little weird. 

"Awkward?" I asked.

She nodded. "I told her."

"I know." I held my arms out to her, and she came into them. I hugged her close.

"Can we talk a bit?" she asked.

"Of course."

"I take it things didn't go well with Lacey?"

"Not so much. We just don't see things the same. She thinks she did nothing wrong, she's just misunderstood. We didn't communicate well. She always planned on giving away her ass, the whole virgin promise didn't matter. Sucking him like she'd never sucked me didn't matter. Saying she'd fuck him after we were married, insulting me, making fun of me. None of it matters. Damn it! It matters to me."

"Is it over, then?"

"I don't know. Looking less and less likely it's going to work out. Too many lies, deceits. I guess I've got a fragile ego. I need to be first, if I'm going to make her my wife. In bed, I come second to asshole in every way."

Stacy pouted, while I toyed with her nipple. Nice tits on the girl. "When we talked, she really seemed like she wanted to make things right. Work it out. I thought she understood. I told her your issues."

"Maybe she does. I don't know. Even if she does want to work things out, I don't see how. I don't trust her, and I'll be forever pissed that I get treated like a leper in bed, and she's a total slut for that asshole." I sighed. "I've been with four different women in the last week. Just guess who's the worst in bed, by a long shot."

She grinned, reached down and grabbed my nuts. "I know who it better not be," she chuckled.

"No, Stace. I already told you, you're nothing but amazing."

"And that was on a couch. Now we've got a whole bed to work with."

"I thought the couch was your specialty," I told her with a little kiss.

"Improvising is my specialty. Wanna start?"

For Stacy, improvising included a surprising number of creative positions. Lying with her head hanging off the side of the bed, mouth open wide, allowing me to fuck her face, was a nice start. Bending almost in two, her ass and pussy pointed straight at the ceiling, allowing me the easiest of access, was something new and exciting, if a little acrobatic. She lowered herself, while I pounded her tight little pussy. I guess the stress of the position was getting to her.

"You know, stud, I have two holes open down there, no waiting."

She laughed when I pulled out of her pussy in a rush, while she spread her cheeks. "Be gentle, Ok? I would usually ask you to lube me up, but I'm kind of scared of anything we'd find here."

I used her own copious juices and my fingers to get started. Lathered up my cock in her wet pussy, and introduced him to his new home. She was tight. Tighter than Jenna, tighter than Nikki, although to be fair, we'd taken our time opening her up and getting her ready. Stacy groaned as I entered her, but asked for no mercy. I worked my way in, and was soon filling her with the entire length.




8 Days: Day 4 - FTDS



"Damn, big guy. Slow and easy for a while, alright?" she pleaded, when I started pounding her.

It was hard to resist taking her hard, but I dialed it back, until she appeared to be taking it well. "Ok?" I asked.

"Perfect. Now you can fuck it," she said.

I pounded her ass, hammered it, and she eked out a lot of groans and gasps, but her fingers traveled down to her little pleasure button, working it over, while I took her. "God, you have a sweet ass," I groaned, as I felt the end approaching.

She didn't answer, moaning sweetly.

She cried out, and I felt her sweet orgasm as her ass pulsed around my cock. I groaned in harmony, as I pumped her full, slamming my cock home and enjoying the sweet release.

We collapsed on the bed together. She looked well used. Worn out. I don't know if I'd ever been with such an energetic lover. I left her there, washing up in the bathroom, before returning with a warm, wet washcloth, and cleaning her.

She giggled. "Well aren't you the gentleman?"

"Seems like the least a man could do for his lady."

I lay down beside her and she rolled over into my arms. "I'm not your lady, stud. Lacey is. I'm just here paying her debt."

"It doesn't work that way, beautiful. This isn't some debt. It's betrayal, plain and simple."

She cuddled in close, kissing me softly. "I thought we were past that, Damon. There's nothing plain and simple about it. A series of stupid mistakes, but she never meant to hurt you."

"I know you want me to believe that, but the lies! So damn many lies."

"I don't suppose you have any fault in this? Nothing you're ashamed of? No mistakes on your part?"

She had me there. I was feeling bad about the condition Lacey was in. Yeah I wanted to interfere with her screwing around, but I certainly never meant for it to be as bad as it was. Hadn't thought that one out.

"She got one good fuck, and one pretty miserable one. How're you doing so far? How many girls have you had? Including your best friend, and hers? Doesn't it balance?"

"It's not about balance. It's about trust and respect. She couldn't respect me, to do what she did, and I don't think I'll ever be able to trust her again. Trust her intentions, her words, even her actions. How am I supposed to compete with loverboy? My dick's not going to grow two inches longer overnight."

She kissed me softly, rubbing the subject of my latest concern. "Foolish man. There's no competition, trust me. You're a hell of a lover. Who do you think she'd choose, right now?"

"I saw her, Shelly. She's never responded to me like that. Never. I can't forget that. The memory won't go away."

"Maybe you can learn from it. Learn what she likes," Shelly argued.

"Learn? She would never let me do the things he did. She acted like sucking me was a disgusting thing, while she adored his cock, making love to it, begging for it, taking it down her throat. She never let me near her ass, but she practically insisted he fuck hers, pleading for him to come in her ass. Once, once, I teasingly called her a slut in bed. I was cut off and slept on the couch. He called her every name in the book and she begged for more, telling him to slap her around, insult her. I squeezed her nipple to hard once, and she bit my head off. He slapped her face. She told him to do whatever he wanted, use her, but I get one bit out of line with what she allows me, and I never hear the end of it. Yeah, I learned alright. I learned she's a whore and a slut, just not for me."

"But she wants to be, Damon, don't you see? She wants to be everything for you. She's just too embarrassed and ashamed to let go with you. Afraid you'll think less of her. I swear, she was doing this to break down her own barriers for you. We talked about it. A lot. She knows she's, well, limited in bed. She doesn't want to be. Not with you."

"Words, Shelly. All I hear is words. The memories of how she is with me, and the images in my brain trump those words a thousand times over. I know what I saw. She loved it. Loved every fucking minute of it. Set it all up, through lies and trickery. Fucked that bastard in our bed. My bed, and laughed about it. Did all the things she never would do for me, and loved it. Can't you understand how badly that hurts?"

Shelly climbed on top of me, her lips tattooing my face. "I know, Damon. She meant well. Think about it. If it worked, the woman on your honeymoon would have been an animal for you, and if you hadn't walked in on her, all you'd ever know is that she was yours totally. Finally." She slid down the bed, and started playing with my cock. "You hurt her worse, you know. Fucking Jenna. Her arch enemy, the one person she knew had a part of you that she'd never have, and you had to choose her, when you knew how much that would hurt. She's pissed at me, but she'll get over it. But Jenna, Damon?"

"She didn't leave me any choice," I argued.

"Bullshit. There are dozens of women out there-"

"Who she warned off from having anything to do with me."

"-dozens, who'd happily give you a tumble. Many just to spite Lacey. It's not like she hasn't pissed off a few people. You're a good looking guy. Hit any bar, and I'm sure you could find someone to spend some time with, it you weren't too damn picky."

"I never agreed not to do Jenna. She added that little bit after the fact."

Stacy's hand and teasing lips were starting to get a response. "You both were kind of stupid, if you don't mind my saying. You should have talked it out, discussed your concerns, make sure you agreed on what your limitations were. You didn't want her giving up her ass. She didn't want you screwing around with people who would be part of your lives afterward. You didn't want her doing it in your bed, she didn't want you spying on her, knowing what she did."

"I didn't spy on her, damn it! She told me she wouldn't be doing anything that evening, and I went home to my house, where I have every right to be, and found her giving herself completely to that asshole, in my fucking bedroom, on my fucking bed. Can you imagine anything more disrespectful?"

"Where was she supposed to do it, Damon?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? Anywhere else. I don't care. The fucker was bragging about it, fucking her in my bed. She was telling him how much she loved it too, how it turned her on, the lying, deceitful slut. Now I've gotta fucking burn that bed. Like I could ever sleep in it again, without having nightmares, remembering the slut she was, where she betrayed me."

Stacy sighed. "Like I said, you should have talked it out. You both expect the other to be mind readers." 

"Mind reader? Really? There's not a man alive who would put up with his woman taking a stranger into his bed. It's the ultimate insult. It means you don't care, you have no respect for them, you think nothing of the supposed intimacy between you. That was almost as bad as the lying and giving away her ass!"

She was having a difficult time getting me hard, but give her credit for being persistent. "Try to forgive each other. You've both done terrible things to your relationship."

"It was all her idea."

"I know. That's why I'm here, with you. Your toy. She screwed up worse, I think we can all agree to that. Not out of cruelty or spite, but because of miscommunication. Still, she messed up, and I'm more than willing to help pay the price. Isn't that worth something, Damon? I'm not a slut, I don't fuck around, but I'm willing to do anything for you, if you'll just keep trying."

"Obviously, it's worth a lot. She'd be gone otherwise. At least we're still talking. Sort of." I pulled her close. "Can we stop talking about it for a bit. It's killing the mood."

She gave my limp dick a squeeze. "I noticed. Let me see if I can help."

I sat back and thought about who I wanted next, while Stacy did a pretty good job of getting my mind off Lacey. It didn't take as long as I was afraid it would. She was sucking on my very hard cock, and looked up. "Where do you want it to go?"

"Where it belongs. Inside that delightful pussy of yours."

She straddled me, and was off to the races. "I figured you'd go for the butt again. I don't mind if that's what you really want. Isn't that what this is all about?"

I was ready to give up. "No. Hell no! Do I like that? Sure. Not better. It was all about the idea that it would be the one thing that was mine and only mine. I couldn't be her first in anything else, but that? Her ass would be only for me. Something she saved for me. Not thrown away to some big dick asshole off the street. Don't you get it?"

I got up and pushed her away, my cock wilting, thinking about her with him. "Never mind, Stacy. This isn't working. I appreciate the effort. Let me take you back to your car."

She looked angry, her face red. "So that's it? You fuck me, then get irritated and toss me aside?"

I was tired of arguing. I pulled the sheets off the bed, the old and most recent sets, and she followed me to the laundry room. "I'm starting to think you're not worth the effort," she snapped. "I'm trying here, but you just don't want to give at all. No compromise, nothing. It has to be Damon's way or the highway."

When I didn't respond, she got nasty. "Maybe she needed a better lover. You ever think of that? Someone a little less selfish. All you care about is what you want. Not what she wants."

I tried to ignore her, starting the washing machine, and heading back to the bedroom to get dressed. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Damon! She loves you. Why do you have to be such an ass about everything? So she got laid. Big deal. You don't get to be the first in her ass. Well, boo-hoo. Most guys never even get any. At least you'll get hers."

"Get dressed. I'm leaving in two minutes. Or I can leave you here, if you prefer." I was trying to contain my anger. I was.

"Fuck you, Damon! You don't get to treat me like this! I'm not one of your whores!"

I finished tying my shoes. I walked into the kitchen and she was still yelling at me. "This is your problem you know. You don't want to talk about it. Can't communicate. Just whine when things don't go exactly how you wanted. You made a deal, damn it!"

I finished writing my thank you note, and tucked it, along with a $20 under a refrigerator magnet. "Time's up. I'm leaving."

"We're not leaving until I've had my say!"

"Jesus, you're as stupid as she is. Say hi to Eric when he gets home." I opened the door, ignoring her shrieking. I was pulling out of the driveway, when she ran out, naked, clutching her clothing. I put the car in park, let her get in, went back and closed the door she'd left wide open.

"You'd have left me! I can't believe you! What an asshole." she snapped, trying to pull her panties on.

I stopped the car in the middle of the road. "Get out, you stupid bitch."

She sneered at me. "I'm not going anywhere."

"If you don't get out, I swear I'll take those damn clothes away, take you downtown, and throw you out, naked."

She stared at me, her eyes wide open.

"Now!" I yelled at her. 

She leaned back in her chair, as far away from me as possible. "H... how am I supposed to get home?"

"Do I look like I give a damn? You just had to be a complete bitch. You couldn't let it go, had to keep hammering at me. You're just like her, think you can do anything you want without any consequences. Life doesn't work like that. Everything you do has consequences. Hers means she doesn't get me. We're done. Yours is, I don't give a fuck about you. Not after that tirade. Just get out, before I throw you out."

"Please," she whined.

"Too fucking late. NOW!"

She opened the door, and climbed out, wearing only panties, clutching her clothing to her chest.

I squealed the tires, pulling away. I looked in the rear-view mirror, and she was sitting on the curb, crying. Boo-fucking-hoo.

Damn it. She just had to piss me off! I backed the car up half a block, and pulled up beside her. Rolled down the window. "You have a phone, you know."

She looked up at me, tears running down her face. "Just leave me alone, alright?"

I sighed. Put it in park. Walked around the car, and opened the door. "Let's go. I'm sorry. I'm not in a great mood right now, and didn't need you shitting on me like that. I'll drive you back to your place, but you've gotta leave me alone. I can't take it. Not after the week I've had."

She got in the car, sullenly, and tried to ignore me. That was just fine, as far as I was concerned.

We were almost there, when she started to get dressed. "You're gonna do it, aren't you? You're gonna dump her."

"Can't think of a single reason not to. The only thing I keep hearing is she loves me and it was a mistake. Or a lot of mistakes. Everything she does indicates the opposite. She doesn't love me. Not even close. I'm not looking forward to a lifetime of mistakes from her, not like the ones I've had to put up with."

I was just pulling up to her place, while she was getting her shoes on. "So I wasted my time fucking you. There never was a chance, was there?"

How wonderful. I was a 'fucking' waste of time. "You gained her a couple of days. There was a chance, but she blew that up today. Every time I gave her a new one, she threw it in my face. I asked her to end it, the day after she destroyed everything, and she refused. This isn't on me. I tried. She's the slut who betrayed me in every way she could think of." I looked over at her. "You were a good friend. You made twice the effort she did. And you're a 10 times better lover. I'm sorry I blew up. I... I just don't need any crap right now. No more insults, no more humiliation."

"You're making a mistake," she said, opening the door.

"Maybe. I just think making Lacey a permanent part of my life would be a bigger one. I'm sorry that fucking me was a waste of your time. I promise you, I won't waste any more of it. Goodnight, Stacy."

~ * ~ * ~

It felt good to know that I'd made my decision. I drove home, confident in what I was doing for the first time in several days. Entering the house, I was surprised to see Lacey seated on the couch, wine bottle in front of her, glass in her hand. She was wearing a robe, and I could see the evidence of her calamine lotion on her face and neck, and on the exposed part of her legs. I felt a little guilty. I should have just ended it after her first night betrayal. None of the rest of this would have been necessary.

"I spoke with Stacy," she said calmly. She pointed to the glass of wine on the coffee table to her side.

Why not? It was as good a time as any. "That was quick."

"It's over, I guess."

I sat down and picked up the wine glass. "Yes."

"Nothing I can say to change your mind?"

"I think we've both said enough. I'm sorry. I should have said no to your plan up front."

"No. I can't let you take the blame. It was my foolish idea. I thought we were strong enough, but I was wrong. I'm sorry I hurt you. That was never my intention."

"What was your intention, Lacey? And please don't tell me it was to help us." I know I should have shut up and let it go, but I couldn't help myself. 

She sighed, leaning back and crossing her legs. "Nerves, I think. I'm trying to figure it out myself. I was going to be with one man, the rest of my life. I knew I hadn't done much, plain vanilla sex life. The girls made sure I knew that. I figured one last blast, a chance to let go for once. Honestly, I did believe it would help us, but that wasn't why I did it. It was how I justified it to myself."

She took another sip. "Why Jenna, Damon? You had to know how badly that would hurt me. It was the only thing I asked you not to do, and it was the first thing you did."

"I was so angry. Seeing you in my bed, my bed, Lacey. Doing all the things you denied me. Letting him, hell asking him to call you names. The one time I did it, I was banished to the couch, and cut off for a week. How do you think that made me feel? Seeing you beg him to take your ass, telling him it was his, he owned it, when it was supposed to be mine. Only mine. Watching you with him, was like getting stabbed in the heart over and over again. It was as if you knew I was there, and was trying everything in your power to destroy me. After about the 20th knife wound, I was absolutely dead inside. So I went to my friend, and she helped me get over the pain. Yes, I did it out of revenge, after seeing what a horrible person you were. Lying to me about your evening, doing it in our bed, laughing at me while you did it. Giving him your ass that you'd promised me, that was just the last straw."

"You weren't supposed to know. If you weren't there, none of it would have mattered. None of it. I didn't understand the value you place on being in my butt first, but you wouldn't even have known."

"Maybe you're right. If you hadn't chosen to humiliate me by doing it in our bed, it's possible you could have gotten away with all of it. The lies, the deception, giving away what you promised me." She looked calm, but I saw her hand was trembling. "Why our bed? Why would you do that? And then to hear him laugh at me, how he was getting off on that. You just had to tell him you liked it too. How it excited you, fucking him in your fiancées bed. That broke my heart, Lacey."

"It was foolish of me. I...I was nervous. It was convenient. He was already here, and to leave and go someplace else didn't make sense. I felt safe here, in our home. I knew if anything went wrong, you'd eventually come home, and could protect me, take care of me. I had my phone by the bed, read to press speed dial if it got ugly. That was the only reason. Stupid, I guess. I felt safe here. Safe in our home, our bed."

"Why lie about it? You could have told me you had a date. We'd agreed to it. Why the deceit? Tricking me. I know you sucked his cock the night before, at your party. I take it you worked out your deal then?"

"No, baby. I didn't. I was a little bad. Bachelorette party bad. There were strippers there, and I had on my bride-to-be outfit. I got a lot of attention. Guys shaking their junk in my face. The girls kept pressuring me so I put my hand on one, stroking it a few times. Later, the idiot came by. I was drunk, he looked great. He put whipped cream on his big thing, and eventually I licked some of it off. That was it. No sucking. I don't care what anyone else says. That was it."

"I saw his card in your purse, when I went to get the gum. I knew it then. He was who you were going to do."

She nodded. "I wasn't sure yet, but he seemed like a good candidate. Yes, I let him give me his card. I figured a guy like that had to have a lot of experience. I could let loose for once, do some of the things I was afraid of doing, too embarrassed to do with someone I loved, who might judge me, think I was a slut. I wasn't planning anything for sure. He called me. Said he was in the neighborhood. When he told me he was coming over, that he knew you were out for the night, I...I couldn't say no. I knew it was mistake, as soon as I was off the phone with him. That wasn't the plan."

"Then why did you do it?" I asked, exasperated.

She shook her head slowly. "It all sounds so stupid now. In retrospect. If you hadn't have seen me, who knows? But you did, and it all seems idiotic." She took a quick sip of courage. "I wanted you to think it didn't matter, that I might not even do it. I was never going to advertise it. I'd sneak it in during the day when you were at work. Trivialize it. If you asked me point blank, I'd lie. I'd say, yeah, I tried it. It was a mistake. I only needed you, which was the truth. So now you know. That was my flawed thinking. Do it, but keep it quiet, hidden, discrete, and never make a big deal out of it." She laughed bitterly. "Fucking huge mistake."




8 Days: Day 4 - FTDS



"Not so discrete the next day, were you?" I reminded her.

She shook her head. "You fucked Jenna. The only thing I couldn't take. I didn't know you'd seen me. As far as you were concerned, I stayed at home, and you went out, saw some strippers, then spent the night with the one woman I can't compete with. Who would always be able to hold that over my head. I'd have to see her over the years, knowing she'd been with you, while you were supposed to be mine. I lost it. That's all I could think about. I was so hurt, humiliated. I...I guess I know how you felt."

"But I told you! Told you what I'd seen, how you'd hurt me, how you broke our agreement."

"Too late. I was already off the deep end. I was going to get my revenge. You fucked Jenna, so I was going to do everyone I could, and rub it in your face." She shook her head. "Jenna, Damon? Didn't you understand? It couldn't be our friends, people we knew. It had to be strangers. Not someone that would constantly remind us of what we'd done."

"No, I didn't understand. You never mentioned any of that, except Jenna, and her after the fact. Look at it from my point of view. You've just told me you're going to have sex with other people. You're gorgeous, sexy, you can get any man you want. Who am I going to get? Women don't leap into my lap. If I was going to have any chance of getting laid at all, while you were getting it, God, who knows? Five, ten times a day or more. If I was going to get any, it had to be people I knew, I had a relationship with. You can walk into a bar, point out three men, take them home and fuck their brains out. I could spend the whole night pursuing one woman, lucky if I got a phone number."

"Then why'd you take the deal?"

"Because you wanted it, and I was going to have that one thing that made it all worthwhile. You might get your last week of fooling around, but when it was over, you'd come back to me, and share the part of you that none of them ever got. Saving that one thing for me, and only me. That was why I agreed. You told me I'd get your virgin ass, you'd save it for only me, so I said yes."

She sighed, emptying the bottle of wine in her glass. "Stacy's right. We did a lousy job of communicating. I can take the blame for that, I guess. It was my idea and I rushed it through. We should have sat down the next morning, talked it over, laid out the ground rules. Maybe we could have avoided all of this. Hindsight's 20-20. What now?"

"I...I was really pissed. For a while there, I wanted to let you believe I was going through with it, and leave you at the altar. That's how angry I was. We should call it all off, get back any money we can. You can stay here until you find a place. You can have the master bedroom, I could never sleep there again, in that bed."

She looked puzzled. "The whole bed thing, it matters that much to you?"

I sighed, emotionally beaten. "Go to bed, Lacey. If you can't even understand that, I'm just talking to a wall. It never would have worked anyway. Better we find out now, than a couple of years from now."

"Please, Damon. I don't understand. But I need to. I've ruined my life. I'm not a child anymore. I can't do this again, go through this. Why is the bed so important?"

"It's where we're most intimate. Our bedroom is our private space. The bed, is where we retreat from the world, where we're completely vulnerable to each other. In our sleep we're helpless. It's where we trust each other, love each other, hold each other, talk about our hopes, our dreams. Where you give yourself to me so completely. To fuck a woman in another man's bed is the ultimate insult. You're taking everything he holds precious, and desecrating it. Why the hell do you think that bastard was getting off on the idea of doing you in our bed? And you just went along, laughing while he cuckolded me."

"It's just a bed, Damon. We can always get another."

"And you're just a woman. I'll be getting another. Neither should matter to me, right?"

She stood. "Maybe you're right. I don't understand. We're too different." She leaned over me and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you. I wish it never had happened. I'd make it up if I could. Can we stay friends?"

I nodded, trying to hold back the tears. I loved her too. But even hearing her explanations, I couldn't get the images of her betrayal out of my mind.

She disappeared into the bedroom, and I made up the couch. I'd shop for a bed the next day.

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I woke to pleasure, which quickly turned to anger. Lacey was giving me a blowjob.

I sat up, yanking away from her. "Don't."

"Please, Damon. Let me do this one thing for you."

"Why? You never wanted to do it before. It disgusted you. I had to practically beg to ever feel your mouth on me. You did it for him easily enough. Begged him for it. Like I begged you, but with a lot less success."

She had tears in her eyes. "I wanted to. I was ashamed. Ashamed and embarrassed. Good girls don't do that. I didn't want you to think I was some kind of slut. Well, now you know I am. I went through what I did, so I could do this for you. I swear that much of it's true. I wanted to be better for you. Let me give you this. We don't owe each other anything anymore. I...I should have done this long ago. I was determined to suck you off, in my wedding dress, in the limo after we were married. I'm never going to get that chance, so this is it. Please?"

"Why? Why now?" I asked.

She scooted over on her knees, taking my hard cock in her hand. "I hate that I denied you those things. You're right. I could have done them with you, all of them. I should have confided in you, trusted you. I need to do this. It won't mean anything, I swear. Don't turn me away."

She slowly lowered her head, watching me, taking me in her mouth. She sucked me carefully, like I might break. Nothing like the way she eagerly took that bastard down her throat, letting him use her. I felt myself wilting.

She looked up at me. "Do I disgust you that much?"

"I keep seeing you with him. Wild, loving it, letting him fuck your face, taking him down your throat."

She stroked my cock. "Don't think of him. Don't think of me. Close your eyes, and let me blow you. Think of anything else. Stacy, even Jenna if you have to. Please, try."

I closed my eyes, and thought about Stacy's first blowjob, in the doorway. Not a very good one. Still, better than what I was getting at the moment. I thought of Nikki, of Jenna, how they'd take me so willingly, never a doubt they wanted it. Light-years ahead of Lacey.

I pictured Lacey in her wedding dress. In the back of a limo. Opening my pants, taking me cautiously in her mouth. Finally sucking me, after all of our time together. She'd done it before, but never for long. Now she was going for it, maybe not that good, but she was willing. Wanting me. I held her face, thrusting into her mouth. Pushing a little firmer, feeling her resistance, hearing her gag a little. She was mine, and I pushed firmly entering her throat. I released her, and she pulled back gasping, but the next time, she took me of her own free will, all of me. 

I groaned, getting close. She pulled back, her mouth sucking the head, her hand stroking me quickly. I called out her name as I came for her, filling her mouth. Finally. She kept at me, sucking me dry, carefully now. 

Opening my eyes, she was looking at me. She swallowed my cum, then kissed my cock, and pulled my boxers back up. She rested her had on my lap, gazing at me. "Who were you thinking of?"

"You. In the limo, wearing your wedding dress. Sucking me to completion for the first time."

She sat up on the edge of the couch. Her hand brushed through my hair. "I'm sorry about not letting you be the first in my ass. I would have, if I'd known."

I nodded. "I believe you. Water under the bridge."

"I hope this was a suitable exchange. You were my first. I never did that for anyone else, Damon."

I was about to laugh at her. I'd seen the truth, but then I realized she wasn't lying. She'd sucked other men, I knew that. But it was the first time I'd come in her mouth, and I believed her when she said I was the only one ever to do that.

"Thank you."

She gave me a sad smile. "I'm glad you were thinking about me. I'm going back to bed now. I'm sorry I fucked things up."

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8 Days: Day 5 - FTDS



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My unsolicited sequel to DamonX's story 8 Days. 

http://www.literotica.com/s/8-days

It seems it's all over but the crying...

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For information on how I decide which stories to continue, please check my profile.

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I woke, aching from sleeping on the couch. I got up, stretched, and headed for the bathroom.

Lacey was lying in the bed, as if she didn't have a care in the world. That look of sweet innocence would be gone soon enough. I started the shower, and pulled my clothing together.

Don't know why I did it, but I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers, in her sleep. Those lovely lips, my favorite feature of hers. She sighed, and her mouth opened. I kissed her, slowly, quietly, gently. When I pulled away, she opened her eyes.

"Why?" she asked softly.

I shrugged. I was asking myself the same question. "You looked so sweet, so carefree. I've always loved your mouth, your lips. I guess I was afraid it would be the last chance I'd ever get to kiss you. I'm sorry."

"No. Don't be sorry. That was wonderful. Thank you."

I leaned over and gave her a another short one, then retreated to the bathroom.

I was shampooing my hair when she ambushed me. I felt her press against me, under the water. I moved a little, making room for her.

"We haven't done this in ages," she said softly, her hand taking over for mine, rinsing the shampoo from my hair.

I turned with her, and shampooed her hair. She leaned her head back, exposing her beautiful neck. I leaned down and kissed it, while my fingers massaged her scalp. When her locks were rinsed thoroughly, I pulled her close, her arms reaching around me.

"We were good together, weren't we? I'm not just imagining that, am I?" she asked.

"No. You're not imagining it. Up until six days ago, we were perfect together."

We stood a long time under the water, swaying gently. "I'm gonna miss this," I said.

She gave me a squeeze. "I know. Me too."

Lacey turned, taking me with her, pressing me against the back wall. I was hard, pressing against her belly. She looked up at me. "I always wanted to blow you in here. Just like this. I hate the fact that I never did. Can I now?"

"We probably shouldn't. We both need to move on."

She stared in my eyes, then dropped to her knees, taking me in her mouth. It was better. She was getting better. I could feel that she wanted it this time. She was eager to suck me. I reached for the shower head, lowering it to her back, so she wouldn't drown.

I braced myself, watching her do her best. Why now? Why couldn't she have done this before? Why couldn't I be enough for her? I drew her hair back from her face, smoothing it, releasing it behind her head. She was beautiful, no arguing that. Never more beautiful than with my shaft stretching her luscious lips. 

She grabbed my ass cheeks, and pulled me into her throat, gasping when she pulled away. God, that was nice. She took my hands and placed them on her head, opening her mouth wide, her lips no longer touching my cock.

I pushed deeply, penetrating her throat. Fucked her gorgeous face. I played around, pulling out, slapping it against her cheek. "Ask for it," I demanded.

She didn't hesitate. "Fuck my mouth, Damon. Make me suck your fat cock. Don't let me get away with shit! Fuck my mouth and make me swallow your cum. Make me your cum-slut. Nobody else's."

I used her mouth, reaching down and pulling her lips closed around my shaft. I turned her head and pressed her cheek outward. I let go of her, abruptly. "You do it. Make me come for you. Give me your best, you brazen slut."

She sucked me feverishly, bringing me closer. She yanked her head away, her hand stroking away, as she looked up at me. "I love your gorgeous cock," she said. "Come for me."

I grabbed her head, and pumped her mouth, straining for my finish, my legs trembling. When I was about to blow, I pulled out and pointed it at her face. She looked up at me, her eyes burning with need. She opened her lips, sticking her tongue out. The first shot went straight in her mouth, the next few criss-crossed her face, before I laid my cock across her tongue, letting her suck me through my final effort. I groaned, twitching at the sensitivity, as she pulled me out, and nibbled on the head. She let the cum leak out between her lips, back onto my cock, and sucked it clean again. She smiled, looking up at me, cleaning her face with her finger, dragging my cream into her mouth, and sucking her finger dry. It was the fucking sexiest thing I'd ever seen. When she was done, she leaned backward, letting the shower water cascade over her face, washing any evidence of our debauchery away.

I pulled her into my arms kissing her.

She hugged me. "That's two now. Two things I've never done for anyone else."

"Why now? Why start when it's too late for us?"

She nibbled my neck. "Because I've always wanted to do it. Because I was a coward, and you weren't man enough to make me."

She felt me tense up. "I...I didn't mean it like it may have sounded. I loved how you were. But I needed someone to push me past my own self-induced limits. When I got mad at you for calling me a slut, you should have thrown me on the bed, and fucked my brains out. When I didn't want to suck you, you needed to stick your cock in my face, and not take no for an answer. You loved me too much to do that, to force me to do anything I didn't want to. You didn't know that I wanted it, I just couldn't take the initiative. I never gave you a clue. I'm sorry I hid that from you."

The water was cooling, and she reached around and turned it off. She climbed out of the shower and handed me a towel, before grabbing one for herself. "A facial, Damon? Really? How long have you wanted to do that?"

"Since the first time I saw you. You're so god-damned beautiful. I wanted to come all over that incredible face, and make it mine."

She gave me a smile. "So is it? Yours now?"

"Lacey..."

She nodded. "I had to ask. I'm not trying to seduce you back. But if you change your mind, I'm willing to give it another try. No holding back this time. Full, open communication."

"You are trying to seduce me back."

She smiled bashfully. "Maybe a little. I won't press. But until my ass is out the door, I'm willing to be what I should have been all along. Just so you know. I'm not going to be the aggressor. You'll have to give me some indication it's what you want."

"Not the aggressor? How about just now?"

She giggled, looking down at my cock. "It was just a shower, until he decided otherwise."

I stared at my own cock, grabbed it and gave it a shake. "Traitor."

We both laughed, and I got dressed while she watched. Whatever the doctors had given her, had cleaned up 90% of her rash. She still had a lot of red spots, but they didn't seem to be giving her too much trouble. She was rubbing some kind of ointment on a few places, but they were few and scattered.

"Have a great day at work, Damon. Thank you for this morning. I know I didn't deserve it, but waking to your kiss made my day. It makes this all a little easier to survive."

"I still love you, baby. I want you to be happy, even if it can't be with me."

Strangely, I meant it.

~ * ~ * ~

I called Jenna to see if she wanted to have a lunch date, but got Nikki on the phone. "She's got a job, and said she'd be late. Do you want me to leave her a message?"

"Sure. Tell her: Sorry I missed out on funch. I'll call later."

I heard her giggle, as she wrote the message down. "You don't have to, you know."

"Don't have to what?"

"Miss out on funch. I don't have to be anywhere until two."

Funch with Nikki was fun. She was playful, accommodating, and eager to do whatever I wanted. I was with her for over an hour, an hour very well spent. She cuddled up to me afterward, my cum on her breath, and dripping out of her well used pussy.

"Are we really gonna do a threesome? You me and Jenna?" she asked, shyly.

"Did she tell you that?"

"Uh-huh. She said she was bribing you."

"What do you think of the idea?"

"God, I get all hot and bothered thinking of it. I'm a little afraid of Jenna. She likes to push boundaries."

"What kind of boundaries?"

Nikki blushed. "She's gonna make me eat your cum out of her pussy. Maybe out of her ass too."

"How about her? Is she gonna eat it out of yours?"

Nikki giggled. "No, she made it sound like she was gonna get all your comes, and I'd have to settle for second hand."

I pulled her up and kissed her. "If we do it, I promise you at least one good one, pounded into the pretty little pussy of yours. Then we'll see how she feels about it."

"You'd like that? Us eating each other out?"

"Hell yeah. Have you done that before?"

"God no! Never. The closest I've come to doing anything with a girl is what we did together."

"But you'd be willing to?"

"With you there with us? I'd love to. Just don't tell Jenna."

"Our secret. I gotta run, beautiful, before this conversation gets any sexier, or I'm gonna be real late."

"Of course. Call me anytime you need a funch break. Or fuckfast, or fupper."

What a sweet girl.

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It was a little after 4:00 when the calls, texts and emails started.

Stacy's was the first call, and I still felt a little bad about how things had ended so I took it. "Hi Stacy."

"You did it, huh? Dumped her."

"I didn't 'dump' her. We talked. It was actually pretty good. By the end, she even seemed to agree that it was probably for the best, we were too different. She couldn't understand some of my issues, and I couldn't accept what she thought was Ok to do."

"So the wedding's off. She's calling around, you know, getting the word out."

"I, uh, thought we'd be doing that together. I didn't know."

"Well she is. She's taking most of the blame for it too. I still think it's a big mistake."

"Maybe. I don't know. I wish it had never happened."

"Yeah. I feel bad about that. We should have let up on her. Stopped teasing her so much that she was such an innocent. Egging her on with that idiot stripper was a mistake. I'm sorry, Damon. We didn't think it would end up this way."

"I know. I'm sorry too. Especially about that explosion last night. You're right, you didn't deserve that. You were fighting for your friend, and you were very good to me. I hope you'll forgive me. I'd like to make it up to you."

"Take her back. Take her back and all is forgiven."

"I like you, Stacy. You're persistent as hell, and a loyal friend. But I don't like you that much, to ruin my life."

"I had to try. Alright. You're forgiven. Forgive me for throwing a tantrum? I...I got kind of upset, you cutting me off in mid-stream. Nobody ever did anything like that to me before. I understand, kind of. Now. I shouldn't have lit into you like that. Especially that bit about getting a better lover. That was a low blow, and a lie. You're pretty great, when it comes to that. Sorry."

"No apology necessary. It wasn't a very courteous thing to do, on my part. All is forgiven."

"Great. If you want to take me out some time, give me a call. We'll be starting over, I'm not a guaranteed good time, just 'cause you buy me a burger. But if you do want to try, I'll take your call."

"I, uh, may take you up on that. Not right away. I need to get this behind me, alright?"

"Sure. I understand. I've gotta go. Call me later."

Her call was the leading edge of a tidal wave. Mom and Dad were the hardest. They loved her, wanted to know what was going on. I explained that we had issues we couldn't work out.

"Three days before your wedding?" Mom whined. "You wait that long to find out? We've got family coming in, plans made. Flights, hotels, the rehearsal dinner Friday, and you call things off now?"

"Actually, it started five days ago. It finally came to a head last night. I wish it was otherwise."

"You've got to try to work it out. You two are so right together. Where do you think you're going to find another girl like that one?"

"We tried Mom. It's not happening. There are other women out there. I won't be in a hurry to get as involved in the short term, but I'll be Ok. She's not the only woman alive."

I let several calls go to voicemail, and confirmed the texts asking if it was true, and if I was an idiot.

When Cale called, I took his. "Couple of things," he said. "You two really off? I know you said so, but it's still hard to believe."

"Yeah, we're done."

"Understood. I sent you an email. Fred's got all the surveillance stuff going out to his DropBox account. You can log in and check it out anytime you want."

"Thanks, but I think that probably won't be necessary."

"Whatever. It's there if you want it." He seemed hesitant all of a sudden. "Are you two really over? I mean for good?"

"Yeah."

"You mind if I take a shot at her?"

"Really? You know how she is."

"It doesn't mean I'll be marrying her, but I wouldn't mind seeing where things might lead. I won't do it if it'll give you heartburn."

I could hardly believe him. Then again, she was fucking gorgeous. A lot of guys can't see past that. "Go ahead, if you want. Good luck."

I was useless the rest of the afternoon. I dodged a call from her parents. I would wait until we were together, before tackling that one. Call me a coward. I wasn't looking forward to speaking with them. They were paying for the wedding. They could afford it, but still, a lot of money going to waste.

Another call I let go, not recognizing the number. A few seconds later, I got a text from the same one. "Sorry to hear about you and Lacey. Call me. Vicky."

One of her three BFF bridesmaids. It had me curious. I called her.

"Sorry I didn't take your call. I'm screening."

She laughed. "Getting flooded?"

"Yeah. I guess our Lacey's been a busy girl."

"Yep. You wanna take me out tonight, Damon? Maybe dinner? We can talk."

That came out of left field. "Talk about what?"

"What you're gonna do next. Lacey said it's cool. She's actually encouraging us. I know about you and Stacy. It's not gonna be like that, not yet. But I'm available. I'd really like to go out with you."

"Tonight?"

"You have a better deal already? Was it Donna? You know she can be a real bitch. And her tits are fake." Vicky sounded like she was getting worked up.

I hadn't heard from Jenna, and wasn't looking forward to a lengthy discussion with Lacey. "I'd like that. Can we make it early? Say, 6:30?"

"Perfect! I'll text you my address. It doesn't even have to be anything fancy."

I didn't need her address. It wasn't like I didn't know where all of Lacey's crowd lived. They spent enough time together. I tried Jenna again, but got no answer. I left a message and said I'd check in with her later. 

It was almost 6:00 when I finally got caught up and escaped from the office. I stopped at the grocery store for a small bouquet of flowers. I was at Vicky's place at 6:20. I was waiting in the car, when she came out the door. She waved me in.

"Sorry I'm early," I explained.

"Don't be silly. Come on in a minute. I'm almost ready."

She looked good. Nothing too fancy, but I could see she'd made an effort. She disappeared in back, and came out about 10 minutes later. 

Let me make this clear. Lacey was gorgeous, but her little pack of friends were all eye-catching. Vicky was some kind of Asian mix, very long, shining black hair. Petite, tiny, maybe 5' tall. She was nothing like Lacey, physically, which was what I needed.

When she appeared, I gave her a wolf whistle. "Looking good, Vicky."

She grinned, walking up to me and giving me a big kiss. Deep, tongue, no doubts about her intentions. "Let's get this out of the way up front."

"Get what out of the way?"

She dropped to her knees, unbuckling my pants. "I'm not a slut. You're not getting everything the first night. But once we're together, there's not much I won't do. I'm not Lacey."

She had my cock out, and it was already hardening. She gave it a couple of quick sucks. "I was gonna do this after the date, but figured it would be nice to break the ice. It'll help us get past some of the awkwardness."

A blowjob's a Hell of an icebreaker. She was damned good at it. Much better than Stacy's impromptu first blowjob. But I'll give Stace a break, she was under a lot of pressure. Vicky was attentive, and talented. She only took a few minutes to get me going. 

"I'm close," I warned her.

She picked up the pace, and didn't hesitate when I groaned and left a deposit between her lips. She cleaned me with her mouth, and tucked me away. Kissed my zipper in appreciation. She hugged me, and turned her face up. I could tell she was waiting to see if I was going to kiss her. I had no problem with that. If she was willing to take a mouthful, I was willing to get a hint of a taste after. I kissed her, deeply.

She smiled afterward. "Smart boy. You just earned yourself another one, after dinner. Shall we go?"

Damn it. I liked her. She was pleasant, she'd always been the nicest of the three friends, quieter. She wasn't quiet that night, a veritable chatterbox. She sat beside me at the upscale diner, nibbling from my plate, feeding me from hers. She was touchy-feely, making it clear she was more than interested, if her earlier demonstration hadn't already proven that. When the waitress asked if we wanted dessert, Vicky shook her head. "I'll have my dessert at home," she said, her hand sliding up my thigh, verifying it was ready for consumption.

In the car, she made her case. "Donna's wrong for you. Trust me. Stacy's not bad, but she's a ditz. You deserve better, Damon."

"This is kind of fast," I admitted. "I mean, seriously, she's still living with me."

Vicky nodded. "I know, but I have to get my shot in. We can give it a few days, don't embarrass her or anything. She fucked up, but she's still my friend."

She reached over and rubbed my cock. "I'm nothing like her. I know we seem like we're all the same, but we're not. I'm loyal, I'm faithful. I've never cheated on a boyfriend, and I swear I'd never cheat on you."

"She didn't really cheat. I let her talk me into a stupid deal. We made a lot of mistakes. Too many. That's all. I don't hate her or anything."

"Don't you think I know that? I know it all. She fucked up. She had no cause seeking out dick the week before you were getting married. No way she should ever have done things with that idiot she never did with you. And in your bed? Jesus, what a fucking idiot!"

She turned and glared at me. "That said, fucking Jenna was over the top. You know how those two are. That wasn't right."

"I know. I was so angry when I caught her in all her lies, fucking that stripper. I lost it."

"Good. Just so we understand. We're dating. I don't expect us to be exclusive yet. Hell, we haven't done much. But once we are, I'll expect you to be as faithful as me. I don't care if you're friends with Lacey, Stacy or Jenna. As long as that's all you are."

I almost laughed. It sounded like she already had our lives planned out for us. It's not what I was expecting, not by a long shot.

"Understood. I've never cheated. I don't consider Jenna cheating, or anything else once I'd accepted her deal. She threw the Jenna thing in after the deal. Once I caught her, I wasn't accepting her terms, since she broke the deal first."

Vicky nodded. "Listen. I'm big on communicating. If I piss you off like that, I expect you to tell me. Get in my face. Make me understand. Let's try to avoid big mistakes. Trust me, if you piss me off, you'll hear about it. Then we'll make up, and you'll find out why makeup sex is the best there is."




8 Days: Day 5 - FTDS



I let her lead me into the house. She took me to the couch and had me sit. Put a pillow between my legs, then took off her shirt and bra. "Just a little extra. No touching. It's our first date, afterall." She looked up and winked at me, teasing.

I almost laughed. She'd blow me, but I wasn't allowed to touch.

The second one was heavenly. The girl should have gone pro. She had no gag reflex whatsoever. She made me think my cock was the only thing in the world that mattered to her. Since there was no rush, she teased me, dragging it out, making it last a good 10 minutes before I lost control. I didn't bother warning her verbally, but my groans and moans should have been a good indicator. 

She took it all, and I swear, she looked like she enjoyed it. She was sucking me gently, having finished. I was expecting her to pop up for a kiss, but she kept playing. "Nice cock, Damon. Very nice. I think the three of us are going to be great friends." She closed up my pants and climbed into my lap, straddling me. "How was it?"

"Incredible. Honestly, the best I've ever had."

She pouted. "Poor baby. You'll get better. I promise." She finally went in for the kiss, and I didn't hold back. She was so different. So small, that sexy long hair, big brown eyes I could get lost in.

"I've never done this on a first date. I hope you don't think badly of me, but I had to get my bid in, you understand? I'll be the best, if you give me a chance."

"You know what, Vicky? I don't doubt that at all."

She hugged me close, nibbling my ear. "I've got a tiny little pussy. Tight as a drum. That big cock of yours is going to have a good time in there."

Vicky gave me another kiss. "Don't make me wait too long for the next date. I know the next several days will be hectic, but just a call would be nice."

"You got it, gorgeous."

"Good. Now go home to her. I know she's feelin' down. She's lost you, that's got to be hard. Be kind to her, Ok?"

"I will. I still have a lot of feelings for her."

"Good. I'd take it as a personal favor if you treated her well."

I was surprised that it was only a few minutes after eight when I got my parting kiss at the door. 

A hell of a first date. I was already wondering where the second one might lead.

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I hadn't talked to Jenna since Lacey and I had finally agreed to call off the wedding. I'd tried at lunch, but no luck. Not that Nikki wasn't entertaining but I missed my buddy and wanted to share the news.

On the way home from Vicky's I decided to try again. The call went straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried the house.

"Hey Nikki, it's Damon, I'm still looking for Jenna."

"She's, uh, she didn't come back from her job yet," Nikki said. She sounded odd to me.

"Really? It's almost 9:00 pm. She's working too hard. Tell her to give me a call. I want to catch her up on everything. Lacey and I are through, and I just wanted to chat about it."

"Oh! I know she'll be happy to hear that. She might get in really late. She sometimes does after late shoots, gets something to eat, unwinds. I'll give her your message, but she might not call until tomorrow. Is that Ok?"

"Sure, I guess." It sounded weird. It's not like I don't know Jenna, and she almost never had gigs this late. The only time she ever turns off her phone...

"She's on a date, isn't she?" I asked.

"Please, Damon. Why don't you talk to her tomorrow?"

"How come you guys are hiding this from me? She never used to. If she had a date planned, she could have told me. What's going on, Nikki?"

"I can't Damon. She's my roomie. Tomorrow, Ok?"

"Whatever." I hung up frustrated. I hated all this hiding shit, first Lacey, and now Jenna? What the fuck?

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Lacey was home alone. She'd moved from wine to hard drinks. She looked up at me, smiling sadly. "Join me?"

I grabbed a beer, and sat beside her. 

"Can I have a hug? It's been a rough day."

I did her one better. I pulled her onto my lap, holding her. "So I hear. Lots of calls, texts and emails."

She nodded. "Like a band-aid. Make it quick, less painful that way."

"I need to phone your parents. I dodged their call."

"I'll be here. We can do it on speaker. I won't let 'em beat you up." She leaned into me, her head on my shoulder. I could smell her shampoo. "How was Vicky? She put out?"

"What's that all about?" I asked.

"They're my friends, Damon. They deserve the best. If I can't have you, I hope one of them does. I bet Vicky told you she was the best."

"She did."

"So did she? Put out?"

"No. Well, not completely."

"Blowjob, right? She's always bragging about her blowjobs."

"She should."

"Good?"

"Great. The best."

"Really? She's not all talk?"

"The best. Seriously."

"You know, I'd get better with practice. I could catch up."

I chuckled. "I believe you. I know you can do anything you set your heart on."

"Except keep you."

I didn't say anything. I just held her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I said I wasn't going to do that. I know it's over. And the lion share's my fault."

"You should talk to Vicky. She understands my issues. The bed thing, all of it. Maybe she could help you."

"Maybe. You know I got myself tested when I went in for the rash."

"No, I didn't know."

"You were right. Going bareback was stupid. I don't know what I was thinking. Shit, it all seems like a blur, like it happened to somebody else. A hell of a thing, to destroy my life for something I barely remember." She turned her head, and kissed my chest. "I got my test results back. I'm clean."

"That's great news."

"Is it? Great news?"

"For you."

"Sleep with me tonight, Damon."

"Please Lacey. You know I can't get in that bed."

She got up, and took me by the hand. I let her drag me into the bedroom. She had a surprise for me. "Like it?"

It was a big new bed. King size. Big heavy wood, solid looking, very manly. She'd moved the furniture around, so it looked like a new room. "I'm planning on painting. It'll be like a whole new place."

"You didn't have to—"

"I did. I ruined it for you. I'm sorry. Tell me I did good."

"You did great."

"Will you stay with me?"

"We shouldn't. I don't want you to think—"

"No strings. We don't even have to do anything. Let me lie beside you. Hold me one last time. Please?"

She was impossible to deny. I still loved her. I hated what she had done, the way she had acted, but part of me still loved her, and it hurt me to see her so down.

I held her, then kissed her. Her naked body was still a thing of beauty, if a little blotchy. I let her suck me hard, then I mounted her, and it was good. Sad, but good. "I'm sorry," she whispered at one point.

"Me too. I shouldn't have involved Jenna. You were right about that."

"Love me, Damon. Make me forget for a while."

I did. I made love to her, long and slow, intensely intimate. She came for me, as I finished inside of her. I saw tears in her eyes afterward. I kissed them away. "Don't cry, Angel."

"I'm such an idiot," she said softly.

"We both were. I could have said no, could have stopped it."

"No you couldn't. You've never been able to deny me. We both know that. Not until I ruined everything. I was gonna get my way. You know it's true."

"What if your offer wasn't enough?" I teased.

"Oh, I had more I was ready to offer."

"Like?"

"Stacy. She always liked you. A threesome."

"Shit. Now you tell me."

She looked up at me, her eyes an open invitation. "It's still on the table, big guy. Stacy, Vicky, both if you want. Take me back and I'll deny you nothing. It won't be an everyday thing, but it wouldn't have to be one time, either."

"It's too late," I told her.

She nodded. "I know. I'm sorry I keep pushing."

I had gone soft, and fell out of her. She pushed me onto my back, and went under the covers. I felt her mouth on me. It had been a busy day, and she had her work cut out for her. She was determined, and a good while later, she was climbing on my cock riding me. "That's three."

"Three?"

"Three firsts for my man. Sucking you hard, afterward. I'm just sorry it took so long."

She was riding me, quietly, both of us still taking it easy. "Do...do you want my bottom, Damon?"

"No. I think that would just piss me off."

"I understand. If you ever change your mind, ever, let me know. I owe you that. I'm serious, five years down the line, you get a wild hair about it, you look me up."

"Don't imagine your husband would appreciate it."

"I'm gonna get better at communicating. Anyone I get serious about will have to accept the possibility, if it hasn't already happened." She gave me a kiss. "It would be better if you took me up on it while I was single, or at least not exclusive." She gave me a quirky little smile.

"I'll take that under consideration." It irritated me that she'd make an offer that would extend into another relationship. I wanted her to understand the importance of fidelity. It made me wonder if the talk with loverboy about continuing after we were married was more than just talk. Like her insistence that if she didn't get her six days, she'd save them for after the wedding.

She laid on my chest, while I used her. After all the action I'd received that day, I knew I'd be a while before finishing. It didn't mean I couldn't enjoy it in the mean time.

"This isn't so bad, is it?" she asked.

"It's never been bad with you, Lacey."

"If we could just overlook those two days, like it never happened..."

"I don't think I could ever trust you again. It wasn't just the sleeping with him. I'd agreed to that. It was the trickery, the lies."

"I thought I explained that," she whispered.

"You did. I don't necessarily agree. I understand what you thought you were trying to do, but it was built on lies. Maybe your intentions were good, but you lied to me, over and over again. I don't need to remind you of them, do I?"

"No," she whimpered.

I held her sweet full ass in my hands, pumping her steadily. She felt so good, so familiar. I picked up the pace, fucking her harder. She moaned for me, and after a few minutes, I wrenched a nice little orgasm out of her. I slowed down then, pacing myself.

She hugged me tightly afterward. "God, I'm gonna miss this."

"Me too."

She snorted. "I doubt that. I'm sorry I'm a lousy lay. I wanted to get better for you. I did."

"You were never lousy. Don't say that. You were limited, but what we did was wonderful."

"The worst of the four, you told Stacy."

The bitch. She had no right repeating that. "The worst of the four, this week, is what I said."

"Don't start lying to me now, Damon. That's my job. Honestly, I'm not as good as the others, am I?"

I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but I wasn't going to lie, either. "On average, no. Not as good as Stacy or Jenna, at least. But there have been times when it's been incredible. You more than hold your own on those occasions."

"Seriously?"

"Absolutely."

I held her close, and rolled her over. Pulled her legs back and went for the finish. I was further away than I thought and pounded the hell out of her for awhile. Got two nice little orgasms for my effort. The second one was what I needed for my own, and I pumped her full a few moments later.

I pulled the cover back, so she could go clean up, but she went for my cock again.

"I'm done, baby."

She sucked me clean, then cuddled up next to me. "I know. I wanted you to be comfortable."

"You're not going to clean up?"

"Not tonight. I want to feel it."

I held her, wishing things had been different. 

"Vicky," she whispered.

"Vicky what?"

"Not Stacy or Donna. Donna would be great, but you two are oil and water. I love Stacy to death, but I don't think you two would work out. You have nothing in common, and she's spoiled worse than me. Vicky, or, God help me for suggesting it, Jenna."

"Really?"

She nodded, kissing my chest. "Yeah. I want you to be happy. I think either one of them could do that. I'd prefer Vicky. Maybe then we could still be friends. I don't think Jenna would allow that. But she loves you, and I doubt she'd ever hurt you like I did."

"Cale's gonna call you."

"He already did. Sorry, I'm not interested. He's not a bad guy, but I think I'm gonna take a break from dating for a while. Maybe see a shrink. I need to figure out why I'd sabotage my relationship like that. Why I threw away the best thing that ever happened to me on a drunken whim."

"Don't beat yourself up over it, Lace."

She tugged my arms close, purring. "Say that again."

"Don't beat yourself—"

"No, the last part."

"Lace?"

"That's the first time you've called me that since this whole mess started. I love you, Damon. I hope someday you can forgive me."

"Me too."

"Love me? Or Forgive me?"

"Both, Angel."

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8 Days: Day 6 - FTDS



8 Days: Day 6 FinishTheDamnStory ©

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My unsolicited sequel to DamonX's story 8 Days. 

http://www.literotica.com/s/8-days

Complexity is not a bad thing.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For information on how I decide which stories to continue, please check my profile.

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I woke alone, turned off the alarm, and reached out for Lacey. The bed was empty. I wondered for a moment if the night before was just a dream. Until she was standing in the bedroom doorway. "How do you want your eggs?" she asked.

That was something new. She stood there, waiting expectantly, dressed in a t-shirt that barely covered her ass, and was tight enough to highlight her large breasts. "Uh, scrambled is fine."

"Two or three pieces of bacon?"

"Two, I think." I remembered Stacy's comments on carrying 15 extra pounds. "No, scratch that. Just the eggs, and maybe a piece of fruit?"

She smirked. "Going on a diet, now that you're back on the market?"

"I was reminded that since I was fat, it's not surprising that my ex-fiancée would go after a guy who was buff. I'd like to avoid that in the future." I don't know why I responded that way. I could have just said 'yeah', but for some reason I felt the need to remind her of our issues. Maybe I was afraid of the previous day's intimacy. I didn't think about it, I just blurted it out.

The grin fell from her face, replace by sadness. "No, Damon. That had nothing to do with it. I like you just the way you are."

"Please, Lacey. We can be honest now. You went after a guy who was taller, fitter, younger, and had a bigger dick. It is what it is."

I think I took the wind out of her sails with that one. "I'm sorry. I guess that's what it looks like to you. I'll finish breakfast." She turned and left me to get ready for work.

I was sitting down to breakfast 15 minutes later, and she sat down next to me. Without preamble she started. "He was aggressive, dominant. He grabbed me by the head, at that damned strip joint, and pulled me to his cock. 'Lick,' he demanded. I tried to laugh him off, pulling away, and he shook my head in his hand. 'Lick it!' he said even more forcefully, and I...I had to do it. When the girls started giving me a hard time, and we talked about, um, expanding my horizons, he was the first one I thought of. Not because of any physical attribute. Because he made me do something I didn't want to. That's what I was looking for, someone who could push me out of my safety zone."

Lacey reached out and put her hand on my arm. "It was foolish. I should have spoken to you, told you what I was thinking, what I needed. I was afraid to, and that irrational fear destroyed us. I'm sorry, but I need you to know, it's not the size of his dick, or the way he looked, it was his attitude that made me choose him."

I listened without responding. I no longer knew if I could trust what she said, although from what I understood, it was likely she was telling the truth.

The tears started falling. "Yesterday, in the shower, the way you were...aggressive, it made it clear I was a fool. You could have been what I needed. I...I know that now, and I'll be eternally sorry I didn't come to you first."

I took her hand in mine, and gave it a squeeze. "Me too, Lacey. Me too."

She stood to clear the table, when I got up. I pulled her close, and gave her a hug. "I shouldn't have brought it up. It's over, and I don't want to keep throwing my issues in your face. Let's chalk this one up to experience, and try to be friends, Ok?"

She nodded, rubbing her face against my shoulder. I checked the time, and realized I was more than 40 minutes early. "Is it really 6:50?"

She giggled. "I...I'm sorry. I set our bedroom clock ahead half an hour."

"By mistake?"

She shook her head. "No. I had a foolish idea, I'm sorry."

"Jesus, Lacey. Spit it out, now you've got me curious."

"I...I never...Oh, Damon, it sounds so stupid now. Can't we just forget it?"

"Please," I said softly, still hugging her. "What's going on in that bizarre little mind of yours?"

She was wiggling a little, rubbing up against me. I felt the Traitor starting to respond.

"I've never had sex anywhere but in bed, alright? More of my boring sex history. Not once, and I'm 28 years old. Pretty sad, huh?"

"And the clock?" I asked, pretty sure I knew where this was going.

"I had this stupid romantic notion. I'd make you breakfast, charm and tease you. Make you want me enough to take me in here, in the kitchen. Just lift the bottom of my shirt, and have your way with me, leaving me with your cum dripping from my aching cunt, as you headed off to work. No foreplay, no wining and dining, no liquor to reduce my inhibitions. Just sex. I'm an idiot, Ok?"

I released her. "Go do the dishes, Lacey."

Her face crashed, as she turned away from me quietly. She grabbed the plates and carried them to the kitchen. When she was placing them in the sink, I reached out and pushed her shoulders forward, bending her over the counter. I held her there, while I opened my pants.

"Damon?"

"Rinse the dishes," I told her.

She turned on the water, her body trembling, under my hand. The Traitor had made his preference known, and was standing hard. With my pants around my ankles, I lifted the back of her shirt, twisting it in my hand between her shoulders, as I kept her bent over. I kicked her feet outward, until they were a little more than shoulder's length apart. I bent my knees, cock in hand, and pressed up between her legs.

"It this what you wanted, slut?" I growled. "Standing in the window, in front of the world, getting your sopping wet pussy filled?"

I pushed upward, sliding inside of her. She was wet and ready. I started pumping into her, fast and hard, pounding her against the counter edge. From nothing to full-bore. I reached inside her shirt, squeezing her tit, tugging her nipple.

She gasped, her ass pushing back against me. I grabbed her hips, lifting her so she was bent over further, her toes barely touching the ground. My thrusts were slower, harder, long deep strokes that had her grunting in pleasure. I reached around her, moving the water handle to cold. I grabbed the sprayer, and turned it on her chest, soaking it.

Lacey gasped. She clutched the faucet, hanging on, as I used her. I felt the prelude to her orgasm, and grabbed the back of her hair, tugging it, making her look out the window. "They're watching you, slut."

She cried out, shaking as she came on my cock. I didn't really care. This was one time were I had no intentions of taking care of her needs. I found the rhythm and motion that worked best for me, and used her hard. We were both silent as I enjoyed her, a last little treat before work.

"D-Don't be late, D-d-dear," she gasped.

I grabbed her shoulders, finishing with a flurry, slamming my cock up inside her, grunting as I bathed her insides. "Tease," I gasped, as I finished, pushing deep, wringing out the last of my gift.

I stepped back and slapped that perfect ass of hers. "Thanks for breakfast."

She just lay there a few seconds, bent over, exposed, my cum dripping down the inside of her thigh. I reached down and pulled up my pants and boxers. She suddenly squealed, spinning around, dropping to her knees. Her mouth was on me in a flash, sucking and licking, until I was clean and well on my way to getting hard again.

She looked up at me smiling sweetly, while she tugged my boxers in place, pulled my pants up and start closing them. "Can't have you going to work all messy, can we?" 

I brushed her hair back, as she zipped me up, kissing the bulge she'd left me with. I pulled her to her feet, hugging her. She was humming contentedly. "Four," she said. "Four things only for you. Thank you for this one."

She hooked her hand through my elbow, and walked me to the door. "I'm going to be running errands all day. I've been cooped up in this house for 3 days. I've got to finish cleaning up some of the issues about our...about this weekend."

She picked up my briefcase and handed it to me, pulled me down to straighten my collar then gave me a warm kiss. "Have a great day, baby," she said softly.

I found myself returning her kiss, my hand in her hair, holding her. Where was this woman for the last year? Why, only now, does she make her appearance?

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Wednesday. Humpday. It made me smile. Got the hump part out of the way. Work was going well. My life was a complete shambles, but it seemed to be slowly getting back under my control.

Jenna called mid-morning. "You're holding out on me? I have to get the news from everybody else?" she started in immediately.

"You're hiding out from me? I can't get hold of you for a day and a half to share the news, brat?"

"Not hiding now, am I? My place for a nooner?"

"Sure. I can probably be there by 11:45," I told her.

"Pick up sandwiches on the way. The pantry's pretty bare here."

"The usual?"

"You know me, Damon. If I've got a craving for a lunchtime sandwich, what am I looking for?"

"Cicero's, whole, spicy Italian, Swiss, all the way. Onions?"

She giggled. "I won't if you won't"

There is something extremely erotic about sitting with a beautiful naked girl in your lap, your hard cock buried inside her, her legs wrapped around you, while you each eat an 8" sub. Shifting and wiggling just enough to stay hard, and getting a little friction now and then, wiping the crumbs from each other's mouths.

"God I love these things," she purred, grinding her hips in little figure eights, while taking another bite.

"Remember when we found it?" I asked, licking a dab of mustard off the corner of her mouth.

"Ducking in out of the rain, what, like in 10th grade?"

"Your t-shirt soaked through. Little nipples hard as rocks. I think it was the first time I got an erection in front of you."

"And I gave you such a hard time, I don't think I gave you another one for at least 4 or 5 years."

"At least 4 or 5 hours more like it. You gave me enough of them, just never in front of you, after that. Not if I could help it."

She giggled, talking with her mouth full. "No shit. You went home and fapped to me?"

I pulled her close, my mouth on hers, tasting her sandwich, while our tongues did battle. "Thousands of times, cutie."

"Bullshit."

"Thousands. Trust me. I'm a guy. You're a beautiful girl. Our friendship was the most important thing to me, so I was never going to jeopardize it, but every time you dated over the years, and it was more than a few, I would get jealous."

She smirked, slapping my chest, bouncing on my cock for a moment. "God, we're such asses, Damon. I named my first vibrator after you!" Just like that she was scrambling off the bed, digging into her bedside table. She climbed back on my lap, skewering herself. "Ta-da! Damon Jr." She held up a simple plain white vibrator, maybe seven inches long. Smooth at the top, ridges on the bottom half. "It stopped working two years out of high-school, while you were at college. I never had the heart to throw it away. There have been three more 'Damons' since then."

Jenna always ate like a ravenous beast. Her sandwich was gone, and she was eyeing mine. "You don't even like turkey," I reminded her.

"Turkey? I thought you got the Roast beef, extra meat, pepper jack."

"I'm dieting. I could afford to lose a few pounds."

She held my hand to her mouth, and bit off half the remaining. "Let's get you some exercise," she said, chewing.

We had a nice little workout, leaving us both sweaty and panting. She went down on me until I was hard again, then pushed me down on the bed, mounted my cock, and got us warmed up, before laying on my chest. "We could have been doing this forever," she murmured, as I plumbed her depths, easily.

"I'm an idiot, Ok? Quit reminding me."

She kissed me softly. "Never. Never an idiot. We're different. You were always looking for the right one. Serial monogamous relationships. Me, I was happy to find Mr. Right now." She rocked back and forth on my cock, grinning. "If I had only known what I was missing," she purred. A few more moments of deep stroking, and she settled back on my cock. "Alright, fill me in. I can't believe I'm the last friggin' one to know."

"I couldn't get hold of you," I reminded her. "Not since yesterday morning."

"Couldn't help it. I was working with Gerald. You know how he gets," she explained.

I don't know what I was thinking, but I wasn't ready for that. "Gerald? The development guy?"

"Yeah. Big spread, two properties, you know, the whole thing."

As I recalled, Gerald called her every couple of months to do all the photography for a property marketing campaign. Each job ended with her spending the night with him, and grinning from ear-to-ear for a week.

She stopped moving, raising up on her arms. "Is...is this a problem, Damon? You know me and Gerald go way back."

I don't know what I expected, but not that. Not when we were getting together after all these years. "No, I guess not. I just thought, you and me..."

She leaned down and kissed me. "You and me. Us. Finally. I'm loving every minute of it."

"Even after...him?" and his monster cock, she'd been so eager to tell me about over the years.

She grinned. "Hell yeah. He's like a special treat. More than a few times a year would take all the fun out of it. I made him take it easy last night, and nothing this morning. Didn't want to feel all stretched out. I'm enjoying playing with you way too much."

She kissed my chin. "Besides, he never gets the backdoor, way too big to be any fun back there. I figured we could always take it down that path if need be. Turns out, it wasn't a problem at all. You feel great inside me. My fucking fantasy guy. Now my favorite fuck-buddy."

I felt myself shrinking inside her, and saw the concern on her face. She climbed off of me. "Shit. I did something wrong, didn't I? Gerald was a mistake, wasn't he?"

She snuggled up to me, suddenly clingy. "No. You didn't do anything wrong. You're the same old Jenna you've always been. I don't know what I was thinking. It's not like we're exclusive. Hell, I added a new notch last night. I got a hell of a blowjob from Vicky."

Lacey grinned. "The tiny one? Long sexy hair? Tight ass body?"

I nodded.

"Just a blowjob?"

"Two. One before our date, and one after."

"Your date?" she asked, her tone telling me that might be a problem.

"She said if I wasn't going to be with Lacey, she wanted to put her bid in. Promised me everything, just not on our first date."

"Damn, those uppity bitches work fast. I think it's time you fill me in on the details." She wriggled down the bed, taking me in her mouth. "Go head. Don't leave anything out."

She sucked me playfully, while I told her. Told her everything. I had never kept anything from Jenna. It's a big part of why we were so important to each other. No secrets between us, always open and honest. It caused a few blowups over the years, but never for more than a few days, before we were both groveling for forgiveness.

When I was done filling her in up to that morning's antics, she hadn't interrupted once. She climbed on top of me, my cock back to its full glory. I loved the feel of my buddy, looking up at her body, so familiar in so many ways. 

"Wow," she whispered. "That doesn't sound much like the Pampered Princess. You believe her?"

"I don't know. I think I want to. It'll make it easier remaining friends. I don't hate her. I...I just don't trust her. I'm still pissed."

She was sitting upright, switching back and forth from bouncing up and down on my cock, to a back and forth grinding motion. I think she was enjoying herself, she seemed a little distracted.

"You know I hate the uppity bitch, right?"

I laughed, grabbing her hips, and thrusting up into her hard a few times. "No shit. I never would have guessed."

"She was always mean to me, looking down on me. Always picking away with the little insults. Fucking pissed me off."

"She was jealous."

"Jealous? Please. What the hell could she be jealous about? That body? Her family, money, job. She has it all. She had you. What could she possibly be jealous about?"

"She knew I loved you. I always have. There's a part of my heart she was never going to get, and she knew it."

"You...you really think so?"

"She told me. They all did. My sleeping with you destroyed her. Knowing that no matter what, I'd never give you up. Never. And forever more, whenever we were together, you'd be able to look down on her, and know that you had that over her as well."

Jenna was quiet, staring at me through unseeing eyes, grinding back and forth, her breath quickening. Her mouth opened and she groaned, her body trembling as she pulled up off my cock, coming hard. I pulled her back down, thrusting deeply.

She gave me a little grin, and started moving again. "Shit, you do it for me in a big way, Damon. Huge." She leaned down and kissed me. "I love you too, you know. Always have. Always will. My best friend in the world."

I knew what she was holding back. "But you're not in love with me."

She blushed. "We could work on it, try being exclusive. God, I love every moment spent with you. And I sure as shit love that thing hanging between your legs. I'd be willing to give it a shot. We're great friends, and the sex is awesome, it should work out."

"And if it didn't work out?"

She slowed down, leaning over me, rocking back and forth. "I think we could stay friends, don't you?"

"It might never be the same," I told her sadly.

She nodded slowly. "I know. It scares me. I'm loving every minute of this. Of us. But I'm kind of scared, you know?"

"I know. Last thing in the world I want is to lose you."

She sat upright, bouncing up and down playfully. "Then don't. We've got something great. Let's not ruin it. I love you, handsome man, and I'll be here for you, until Mr. Right comes along, and then, it'll be back to best friends, no more of this—" she teased, raising up and down in long full strokes, exposing the full length of my shiny shaft.

She slowed, grinding away slowly. "You know I want nothing more than complete, mind-numbing happiness for you."

"Same here, Besty."

She laid back down on my chest, and we were quiet, while I enjoyed being inside of her. It took a few minutes but before long, I was pumping her full of my seed once more.

"Promise me," she whispered. "Promise we'll always have each other," she said softly.

"Always, Jenna. Nothing could ever stop that. Nobody. Never."

"Love you, Damon. Best thing that ever happened to me," she murmured, hugging me.

"Love you Jenna-bear. BFF."

"BFF."

~ * ~ * ~

I was still getting some fallout from Lacey's announcement calling off the wedding. I wrote a few different stock responses, and started replying to the emails, and texts. I still got a few calls, most of which I tried to take. They pretty much went the same:

Were we really breaking up? Yes

Any chance of making up? No

Was I alright? Been better, but I'll be fine

How was Lacey doing? Been better, but she'll be fine

What was the problem? Irreconcilable differences

Did I want to talk about it? Maybe later. I needed some time.

One of the calls broke the mold.

"Hey Damon. I guess y'all were never gonna get 'round to callin' me."

The southern drawl gave her away instantly. "Hi Donna. I'm not really calling anybody yet. I'm still trying to deal with things."




8 Days: Day 6 - FTDS



"Sounds like you dealt with Vicky," she said. I detected a hint of irritation.

"We went out and talked. I had a good time."

She cackled, "So I hear. When's my turn?"

"Your turn? Donna, you've never liked me. We don't get along worth shit."

"That's not true," she whined. "I...I like you. Sometimes you irritate me, and I'm not stupid, I know I piss you off as well. Doesn't mean we couldn't have a nice sit down."

"I don't know, Donna. Things are such a mess right now."

"Gimme a chance, Damon. Just dinner and talk. Doesn't have to mean nothin'. I think it'd be good for us. Way I figure, if it ain't me, your gonna end up with one of us. I'd like to at least be friends."

Her voice over the phone was amazing: soft, lilting, dulcet tones, her southern accent making two syllables out of words like 'chance', 'talk', and 'friends'.

"Friends?"

"Please? Let's not bicker no more. I think we're gonna be stuck with each other for a long time. How about a drink after work? Hannigan's around 5:00?"

"5:15?" I countered, surprising myself. 

"I'd love that. See you then. And thanks for taking my call. I hear you've been screenin' 'em pretty thoroughly."

"No problem. I'm looking forward to seeing you," I told her.

"You're not just bullshittin' me, are you, honey? You really lookin' forward to it?"

Strangely enough, I was. "No bullshit. I'd like to be friends. I'm not even sure why we've been at each other's throats so long."

"Me neither, hun. Ain't that a bitch? I think I'm still pissed about something that happened over a year ago, and damn if I know what it is." She laughed, and I chuckled with her.

"Ditto. Weird huh? 5:15, Hannigan's. See you."

"Can't wait, sugar."

~ * ~ * ~

I was gazing into her big green eyes, pumping her tight pussy trying to nut for the second time. I wasn't working hard at it, I was enjoying listening to her. I could close my eyes, and listen to her sounds of passion forever. Sexy whispered words, overlaid with the most amazing cries of need. Even her delicate grunts where exciting.

She was a loud one, a screamer. I was chuckling as I put my hand over her mouth, trying to quiet her, as she had another big one. I long-stroked her through her beautiful finish, then rested, balls deep, while she slowly came back to earth.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," she sighed. "Why the fuck did we fight all these years?"

"I think we agreed it goes back to me buying drinks for Lacey and Stacy, and kind of ignoring you, that first time."

"You honestly thought I was with that damn geek?" she said, wrapping her long legs around me and pulling me home.

"I swear, Donna. You and Vicky both looked taken. I don't buy drinks for women who are with someone else."

She chuckled, and I felt her sweet pussy clenching around my cock. I can confirm it's a very sweet pussy. About 20 minutes with my mouth parked there had proven that quite conclusively. "We're idiots, aren't we?" she purred.

"I'm sorry, you know. All this time..."

She pulled me down for a kiss. "Me too, sugar." She was quiet, smiling peacefully as I started up again, slowly, enjoying myself.

"This ain't some revenge thing on her, is it? You and me?"

"Donna, Angel, this is you and me making up for being at each other's throats for over a year."

She grinned teasingly. "I bet you wouldn't mind that big fella down there being at my throat again, would ya?"

I slid my forearms under her shoulders, running my fingers through her luxurious red hair. I took in her pale skin, smattering of freckles, and those mesmerizing green eyes. "Evil girl. You trying to make me pop?"

She giggled. "I wouldn't mind. I bet I could get another one out of ya."

I kissed her softly, stretching out my strokes, probing her depths, feeling the change in her. "God, you play me like a fiddle," she purred.

"Stradivarius," I told her.

We grew quiet, as I concentrated on pleasing her again. I was feeling it, getting close, pounding her deeply, but smoothly. She bit down hard on the side of my hand, thrashing underneath me, the pulsing of her warm tunnel the extra little bit I needed. I groaned, and drove into her hard, exploding within her, loading her up. Damn, the girl was an amazing fuck.

I clutched her to my chest, rolling over with her, holding her on top of me. Her scarlet tresses cascaded around my head, and I kissed her pretty face through the gaps.

"Shit, Damon. I think you and I are gonna be wonderful friends after all," she gasped, her breath still heavy.

I squeezed her tight little butt cheeks. Not much there, but they fit my hands beautifully. "Great friends, Angel."

She tossed her hair back, and I brushed it away from her face, running my fingers through it. She giggled. "I take it you're in the 'for' camp."

"For?"

"Red hair. Guys either love it or hate it."

"Definitely in the for camp. I love it. Damn, you're a good looking woman, Donna."

She cuddled in sweetly, my hands caressing her body. "So what's it gonna be, sugar? Where do I stand now?"

Once again, she had me a bit confused. "I thought we were friends now. Good friends. At least."

"Anything more? Where do I stack up against the others? Stacy, Vicky...Jenna."

Good question. "I don't know, to be completely honest. I don't think I'm ready to jump into a new relationship yet. You and I have a year's worth of hard-feelings to get over. It's a great start, and I'd like to get to know you, the real you, not the crazy girl who was always pissed off at me."

She kissed my chest. "So at least I'm not out of the running. You'll give me a chance? Time for us to get to know each other?"

"I'd like to know you a whole lot better, Angel."

"Mmmm, you knew my hole pretty damn good so far. That Lacey's dumb as a truck. You're right up there at the top, lovin' wise, with the whole package to boot. What a dumb-ass."

"From what I hear, y'all were encouraging her to branch out."

"But we didn't know! None of us did. How could we?"

"That was pretty wrong of y'all, don't you think? Trying to get her to slut out the week before gettin' married." I found myself slowly slipping into some of her speech mannerisms. It didn't sound half as good coming from me."

"Yeah. We fucked up. Everyone did. You ain't gettin' off scot-free. Fuckin' Jenna of all people, Damon? That was cold."

"I know. I was pissed at her, and wanted my revenge. I'm glad I did, in some ways. Jenna and I are closer than ever, and we've pretty much worked out we'd never be more than fuck-buddies."

"For real? I reckoned for sure, she'd be at the top of your list, lordin' it over all of us."

"Pretty sure. I love her to death, she's been my best friend since middle school. But it's not romantic love, if you know what I mean. It's taken all this time to figure that out, for sure."

"Shit. If we'd a known that, things might'a been different, you know. So who's number one, now? Stacy?"

"I don't think there's a number one. Not yet."

"You might want to consider slowin' down with Vicky. You go this far with her, she's gonna want y'all to be exclusive. She's funny like that. Once she does the dirty, nothin' on the side."

"And you're not like that?"

"Not exactly. Once we decide to try somethin' serious, I prefer no outside play. But it's a decision we make, once we've had a chance to get to know each other."

"You seeing anyone else now?"

"Not for about a month. I wouldn't have blinders on, though, unless you told me I should. I don't imagine you're ready to settle down now that you've had the best," she teased, nibbling my neck.

"I need a little time," I explained, massaging her sweet little butt. It wasn't full, like Lacey's, or rock hard like Jenna's. Small and soft, I loved it.

"Reckon I should let you go. You could stay if you like. Spend a little more time gettin' to know each other."

"I should head home before too long. I'm trying to take it easy on Lacey. Not rub it in her face. I'm hoping we can remain friends when this is all over."

"Is that all? No chance?"

"I don't think so."

She pouted. "That doesn't mean no. I guess that's one more on the list. Damn, Damon, you best be worth it."

I laughed. "I know you are, sweet cheeks."

She giggled, wiggling her butt. "You like 'em don't you? Didn't figure you for a tiny butt kind of guy. I guess you don't think I look like a boy after all. That was kinda mean to say."

"We both said some mean things over the years. I usually didn't mean them. The boy thing? Pure bullshit. You're 100% sexy woman."

"You usually didn't mean them?" she teased.

"Hey, how about you? You never said anything mean?"

She grinned. "Didn't mean most of them either. Especially not the whole tiny pecker thing. God, was I off on that one!" She gave me a quick kiss. "No more mean comments about my tits and ass, Ok? I'm kinda sensitive about that. Those really hurt."

"I love your titties, and your ass is awesome. Only the truth for now on, I promise." I squeezed her butt cheeks again. "I love this sweet butt."

"It's not totally off limits, but it's a very select membership. I play back there a bit, but never had nobody big as you. It's not on the early menu. You Ok with that? I know it's a big deal to you."

Two days ago, I might have blown up, like I did with Stacy. "That's fine. It's not that big a deal. The thing with Lacey, it was more about having that one thing that was only for me, you know? Something special. She promised it to me, denied me for a year, and then the first time she was with that asshole, she was beggin' to get her ass reamed, destroying her promise to me."

"I know. Messed up. I...I get where she was comin' from. But she went around it all wrong. I guess kinda like us, not talking about our issues for a year. Seems pretty stupid now."

She rolled off of me, leaned down and kissed me softly. "This was great. I don't typically do this, I swear. I'm not a slut or nothin'. When I'm dating a guy seriously, I like sex. I think it's important to a relationship. But I don't want you thinkin'..."

I sat up and pulled her in for a hug. "I get it, Donna. Hell, we've known each other for well over a year, right?"

She nodded, blushing.

"Don't fret it. This was great, and I don't think badly of you, and don't imagine you hop into bed on the first date. You know I'm pretty familiar with your love life, all of y'alls. No surprises, really. I'm fully aware that this is an aberration and I sure as hell ain't holding it against you."

She gave me a tentative smile. "Yeah. I pretty much figured that much. We're not real secretive with each other, y'know?"

I sat back pulling her into my lap, caressing her soft skin. "Friends for now? A little time to get to know each other, and see what happens?"

I massaged her small breast, feeling her hard nipple pressing into my palm. Nice titties. A little bigger than Jenna, but not by a lot. Funny, Donna, Jenna and Vicky all were no bigger than a B cup, if that. It didn't stop me from lovin' those tits.

"You're not just sayin' that to be nice. 'Be nice to the bimbo' while you're still in her bed? I'm gonna hear from you, right?"

"Hell, Donna. I don't think I could get away from none of y'all, even if I tried. Good friends, Ok? And I promise, we'll be in touch."

We settled into a nice long kissing session to close the deal. I called it off before I had to have her again.

~ * ~ * ~

It had seemed like an eternity, but it was only around 8:00 when I got home. The house was quiet, but I figured Lacey was around there somewhere. I found her in the bed, crying. 

I knew she was taking it hard, but I thought we were making progress. I laid down next to her, to comfort her. I held her in my arms, trying to sooth her, when she whispered, "Please, Damon. Please shower. Please."

She could smell me, of course. I had to stink of it. Hell, I'd had my face buried between her friends legs for close to half an hour. "Sorry," I told her, releasing her. I took a quick but thorough shower, and returned to her.

Lacey was sitting up, under better control of her emotions. "I'm sorry about that. I know I have no right to tell you what to do."

I shook my head. "I never want to hurt you, Lace. That was inconsiderate of me. I should have cleaned up, but I was in a hurry to get home to you."

Her eyes glistened. "Really?"

"Yeah. It's been painful but good these last couple of days. Finally talking like we should have. More open."

"I know. Can I fix you something to eat? I made dinner. It's in the fridge."

"I could eat."

She had made a stew. Reheated it was remarkably good. "Damn, Lace! This is great!"

She smiled, and her eyes lit up. "Another TV moment. I never knew anything about cooking. My Mom never taught me. I thought you just stuck everything in a crock-pot and added water. Things like braising the meat, adding the potatoes, carrots and celery only after it's been cooking for a couple of hours, how big to cut the potatoes and carrots, seasoning, thickening, are all news to me. I had no idea cooking was so complicated."

"Good thing. If you cooked like this all the time, you'd have to roll me out the door. Is there any left?"

She served me another half bowl, sitting nearby. "You really like it?"

I chuckled. "I love it. The only thing that would be better..." I shut up. I don't even know how my mind went there. Especially after spending a couple of hours in bed with Donna. The damn Traitor was thinking for me, trying to find his way out of my boxers, all I was wearing.

"What? Did I do something wrong? Fresh rolls, right? I should have made homemade rolls."

"No, baby. The meal is perfect."

"Then what?"

I blushed. She grinned. "What, Damon? Stop teasing me."

"Never mind, it was just a stray thought."

She pouted. "Please? We're being honest with each other. What were you thinking?"

"A stupid fantasy," I admitted.

She looked at me in surprise. The corners of her mouth slowly turned upward. "Tell me. Tell me your fantasy. You never have. The only thing I've ever known about your fantasies is that you wanted me to suck you more, and you wanted my butt. What's your fantasy, Damon?"

"It's embarrassing," I confessed.

"Not to me, it won't be. I swear. Tell me, please?"

"I always had this fantasy of eating a gourmet meal, sipping a drink, having an after dinner cigar, and getting a blowjob. The perfect evening."

Her grin grew from ear to ear. "And you thought about me, just now?"

"Of course. It wouldn't be the same, if it wasn't delivered by the cook. That's part of it. Being pampered, having you work on a meal for hours, struggling to make everything perfect, catering to my every desire. Weird, right?"

"You don't even smoke cigars," she teased.

"It's a fantasy. An image in my head."

She stood, wearing nothing but the robe she'd put on before pulling the dinner together. "Wait here. Don't move a muscle. Don't eat another bite. Give me five minutes."

"Lacey, you don't have to..."

"Shush! Sit and be good." She almost ran out of the house, not even closing the door all the way. A few minutes later, she was hustling around like a fiend. She moved my plate and place setting out to the back porch. I started to get up, and she snapped, "Sit!". I almost laughed, but I knew I probably would have gotten my ass chewed out.

It took more than five minutes, probably closet to fifteen. She replaced the stew in my bowl with a new batch out of the crock-pot, and headed back outdoors. When she was finally ready, she was glowing. "Sir, your dinner is served," she said quietly, holding her hand out. I let her escort me outside. 

She'd done it up right. Candle on the table, cloth napkins, a bottle of Scotch at the end of the table. A cigar was on the table, along with a cutter and lighter. I figured she'd been over to visit the neighbors. Tom would sometimes sit out on his back porch and smoke one. We couldn't see him from our porch, our house was deeper on the lot, but you could smell it, if the wind was right. There wasn't much stew left, but I'm certain that was her intention. I sat, and she placed the napkin. "I hope Sir enjoys his meal," she said softly, grinning.

I took a few bites, while she stood nearby, expectantly. "Perfect, my compliments to the chef," I told her.

"Thank you. I'm pleased you enjoyed it. Can I offer you anything else? An after dinner drink? A cigar perhaps?"

"Both would be wonderful."

She poured an inch of scotch in the bottom of the crystal tumbler, and added a couple of ice cubes from a bowl. She passed me the glass, then picked up the cigar. "May I?" she asked, holding up the cigar.

"Please."

She clipped the end off with a cigar cutter, and picked up the butane lighter. She ran the end of the cigar through the flame, turning the cigar slowly. When the end was glowing, she passed it to me, holding the lighter at the ready. She looked practiced, like she'd done it before. I took the cigar in my mouth and she held the flame to the end. The first draw had the end glowing perfectly, and the second one filled my mouth with smoke.

I looked at her in surprise, and she leaned over, giving me a nice shot of cleavage. "Dad smokes cigars," she whispered.

I took a deep draw, blowing the smoke out. I leaned back in my chair, and took a sip of the scotch. 

"Anything else you can think of? Anything at all?" She was grinning, her eyes shining with mischief.

"No, I think that's about it. It doesn't get much better than this," I teased.

She untied her robe's belt, and let it slide off of her body, standing there in her perfect nudity. On our back porch, exposed. "Nothing comes to mind?" she asked.

"Now that you mention it," I said, gazing up and down her body. The Traitor was screaming for attention. "A blowjob, would be nice."

She picked up her robe, folded it neatly, then set it between my legs. She knelt on it daintily, fishing my cock out from the gaping fly in my boxers. "We aim to please, at Chez Lacey."

There was no teasing, no foreplay. Her mouth settled over my cock, and slid up and down, slowly, evenly paced, perfect. I moaned, brushed her hair back for a better view, and took a puff on my cigar. 

That was it, no talking, no playfulness, no little tricks. She sucked me, while I finished half a cigar and two shots of scotch. It must have been a good 10 minutes of absolute decadent delight. "I'd like to come now," I told her softly.

She brought her hand in play, stroking my cock, turning her hand, twisting and sucking. Her mouth was wonderful, her tongue teasing. I managed a few more puffs on the cigar, before I put it to the side, and held her head in my hands. I groaned my release, pumping into her mouth, while she sucked patiently.

When I was done, she got up, and carried the dishes back into the house. I sat there, my dick hanging out of my shorts, the ice melting in my scotch glass. I looked up into the clear sky, feeling the cool late night breeze against my skin, ridiculously content. 

Her hands slid across my shoulders, her lips pressed against my neck. "Anything else I can do to make your fantasy complete?"

I was feeling wicked. "Please. A little more scotch?"

He dumped the dregs over the side of the porch, walking around naked, seemingly without concern. She dropped a single ice cube into the glass, and added a few splashes of scotch. I took it from her hand, and sipped.

"One more thing," I said.

"Whatever Sir desires," she whispered.

I pulled her over in front of me, her rear against the table. "Sit," I told her. She lifted her robe from the ground, put it on the end of the table, hopped up and sat on the end. I parted her legs slowly, wider and wider, until the edge of the table stopped them. "Lay back."

She reclined, and I scooted forward and enjoyed the last element of my fantasy, my dessert.




8 Days: Day 6 - FTDS



I don't think I'd ever seen her wetter. She was literally dripping, her juices having left trails down the inside of her thighs. I nibbled and sucked, licking, teasing. I took a sip of the scotch, then pressed my booze coated tongue up inside her, making her gasp. I pulled back, took a draw on the cigar, and blew the smoke across her pussy, watching it billow and part, rolling over her skin. It was only a minute or two before she came for me, struggling to stay quiet. I peeked up and she had her own forearm between her lips, whimpering. 

It was absolutely perfect. My secret fantasy, fulfilled completely. The meal, the blowjob, the drink, the cigar, and now the gorgeous woman stretched out before me. I was in no hurry, taking a break whenever I wanted, before returning to feast on my Goddess. Amazingly, and beyond all sense of reality, I hardened. She was trembling, shaking on the table, coming for me every few minutes. I knew she had to be super sensitive by this time, but she refused to let it stop her from delivering on my dream.

I stood, and without warning, slid my entire length into her. Her attempts at stifling her screams failed, as she came explosively, crying out. I fucked her leisurely, reaching across her for the scotch bottle, pouring myself a little more, while my cock made its redundant journey back and forth inside of her. I sipped my scotch, one hand caressing her flesh, wandering across her body. I grabbed the ice cube bowl, and retrieved one of the shrinking cubes, rubbing it across her skin, over her nipples, down against her swollen clit. 

She was whimpering, squirming, gasping. I took my dinner napkin, folded it and rolled it into a tube. I passed it to her, grabbing her hand and putting it into her palm, when she didn't recognize what I was trying to do. I pushed her arm upward. "Bite on this, I'm about to fuck you, beautiful."

When it was between her teeth, I grabbed her hips, and hammered her hot hole, smiling at her attempts to control herself. I would never have thought I'd be able to, but I felt my need growing, watching her tits shaking, her head swaying from side to side, her hands clutching the sides of the table. I grabbed her tits, squeezed, and picked up the pace going for the big finish. She squealed, her cry muffled by the impromptu gag. A few seconds more, and I was leaning over her, cock buried as deeply as possible, shooting my load home.

I pulled out and sat back, the view of her well used pussy only a foot away. I stroked her thigh, sighing.

She didn't move. Lying there helpless, naked on our porch table, heedless of the rest of the world. I chuckled, leaned over and with a groan, picked her up in my arms. "Oh, Damon," she murmured, curling toward me, kissing my chest.

I carried her to our bed, and eased her in. Gave her a quick kiss, and finished cleaning up and locking the house down.

It was a good half-hour before I returned to her. I was sure she was asleep, but as soon as I crawled in beside her, she sighed and rolled over, hugging me. "You have the best fantasies, baby," she whispered.

"Thank you for making that one come true," I told her, giving her a squeeze.

"Five, six and seven," she mumbled a short while later.

"Five..."

"...six and seven. First time naked outdoors. First outdoor blowjob. First outdoor sex. All for my Damon."

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8 Days: Day 7 - FTDS



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My unsolicited sequel to DamonX's story 8 Days. 

http://www.literotica.com/s/8-days

Nefarious plots are revealed...

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

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Breakfast was simple. Raisin Bran, grapefruit juice, and a quickie, with Lacey bent over the kitchen table.

I received my escort to the door, my briefcase, and a warm kiss goodbye. "Have a wonderful day at work, my love," she said softly.

My morning was perfect. Everything seemed to be falling my way. I called Jenna around 11:00. I needed to talk to her. I was confused, torn. I needed my buddy, but she wasn't picking up. No funch, but I did receive a call from Cale.

"You checked out your home surveillance?" he asked.

"No, I don't see any reason to," I explained.

"Fred said he thought you should."

"Did he say why?"

"No. He was kind of mysterious. Just said he'd want to, if he was in your shoes." He paused. "You holding up Ok?"

"Actually, far better than I ever would have expected to," I admitted.

"Good. You still seeing Stacy and Jenna?"

"Jenna, yeah. Haven't seen Stacy since Monday."

"That's too bad," he said. "Is she blowing you off?"

I thought about telling him what was going on. He was a good friend, but this was too personal for discussing with anyone but Jenna and Lacey. "No, I've been ridiculously busy. I expect to have most of it under control by the end of this weekend."

He chuckled, "You know, I'm not feeling quite so sorry for you anymore. When you settle down, don't forget your friends if you have any leftovers!"

I didn't linger on the phone. I didn't want to have any work hanging over my head when I took off.  By mid afternoon, I was caught up. I had Friday off, as well as the following week, when I was supposed to be on my honeymoon. 

I mailed off the last of my completed tasks, set my email to 'away' and left a vacationing message on my phone. I was getting antsy, and decided I should call Vicky. It had been a couple of days, and I had promised I would.

"Sloan and Thomas, Victoria speaking." she said. I had used my work phone and wasn't surprised she didn't recognize the number.

"Hey Vicky, it's Damon."

"Hi!" she answered, instantly perking up. "Something up?"

"No. I was sitting here at work thinking of you. I wanted to tell you what a great time I had with you the other night."

She chuckled. "Not as good as you had with Donna though, was it?"

I wondered if she could hear me blushing. "God, I wasn't expecting that. I thought she hated me."

"We all did. What the fuck, Damon! Did you hypnotize her or something?"

I went over my discussion with her, tracing our animosity back to our very first meeting. "Oh my God! You didn't really think that guy was with her, did you? She was just using him to get us drinks."

"Hey, what do I know? He was sitting there, and she was flirting with him. You were never pissed because I didn't buy you one, were you?"

"No, but I had a date. I think he would have been a little ticked off if you bought me a drink. Now if you had bought him one, the damn cheapskate..."

We laughed at how things worked out. "You're not mad at me being with Donna?" I asked nervously.

"Nah. It was gonna happen. You know what they're offering now, both of 'em. Does that knock me out of the running? Because I'm not as easy?"

"Hardly. Still the best damn BJ of my life," I said, but started remembering Lacey's lips the night before, out on the porch. That was the experience of a lifetime. Nowhere near the talent Vicky had, but still.

"It only gets better, lover. When are you going take me out?"

"I think I'm going to take a break. Maybe get away on my own next week. There's just so much happening, so fast. Jenna and I came to an understanding about our relationship. Lacey and I had a coming of minds as well. It's all too weird."

"I understand, baby. I do. You loved her for over a year, you were about to marry her. I don't want you on the rebound, but I'll be damned if I want anyone else to catch you that way either. Give me a call when you're ready, Ok?"

"You got it. BJs aside, I had a great time with you. Really."

I read once, you can hear when someone's smiling over the phone. I knew she was, in a big way. "I know. Me too. I guess it's because we've known each other so long. Moving the relationship up even one notch was an easy transition. Don't know if I've ever had a better first date."

"I'm looking forward to a second one," I told her.

"Mmm. Me too. I'm at work, honey. I really should go. Call me sometime, when we can chat for real."

It was only a little after 4:00, but I had run out of things to do. I organized my desk, determined to put in my time. I tried to get hold of Jenna again, but she still wasn't picking up.

By 4:30, I was doodling. I probably would have surfed the internet, but didn't want to risk that at work. I called Mom, and we talked. She tried to find out more about what happened between me and Lacey. I explained that it was between us. We were still friends, but marriage was out of the question. 

"How horrible could it be, if you're still friends, Damon?" she asked. "You can't give it another try?"

"Too many issues, Mom. I wish it was otherwise. I do. She's great, and I still love her, but I don't see it working out."

"I don't want to pressure you, but think about it, Ok? I don't know what happened, I'm sure it had to be important to end your engagement a week before your wedding. People make mistakes. We all do. I know I've made my share. You learn to forgive, and move on. You can't let it eat at you, and you can't let it ruin your life. You two were great together. Everybody saw it. That girl loved you like nobody's business."

"Mom, it's too late, Ok?"

"No. That's not Ok! That's a lousy excuse. It's never too late, so long as you two are still breathing. It may be too late to get married this weekend, but never too late to work things out between you guys, and give it another shot."

I could tell she wasn't going to let up, which surprised me a little. I never thought she liked Lacey all that much. I managed to get her off the phone before too much longer.

I still had 20 minutes before I planned to leave at 5:00. I thought about Cale's enigmatic message earlier. I logged into the DropBox account, and started to review the contents. I immediately noticed that in addition to the directories for house and vehicle, there was a folder labeled 'Interesting.' It looked like Fred was pre-screening the material. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. It saved me a lot of time, but I didn't know the guy that well, to have him privy to all my private information.

I opened it up to see a half-dozen video clips and a few audio clips.

The clock showed 6:10 pm before I left. It was eye-opening. Fred was right, it was something I needed to know.

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Jenna opened the door, looking surprised. I probably should have called first, but my head was a mess. I walked by her and sat down in their living room.

"Did something happen, Damon?" she asked worriedly.

"Can I have a beer, Jenna?"

She nodded. Nikki came out, and I watched Jenna give a head shake, and her roommate disappeared again.

My best friend in the world, handed me an Anchor Steam, apologizing for not having my favorite.

"Tell me about Brett, Jenna."

She looked at me for a few seconds, then sat down. I knew her, as well as she knew me, and the look of nervousness was as bad as I'd ever seen it.

"What do you know?" she asked quietly.

"No. You don't get to ask questions this time. This is my fucking life we're talking about. Tell me about Brett!"

She didn't apologize, didn't get all mushy. We weren't like that. This was us. Me and her. Honesty mattered. "I paid him. $100 to make sure she did something she shouldn't. I was going to video it, but the bastards at the strip joint got all pissed when I took my phone out to tape it. Then the shit happened with the bitches, and I had to leave."

I hadn't expected that part. "And the rest, Jenna. All of it." 

She nodded. She got up and grabbed herself a beer. "I gave him her number, your house number, and your address. I told him to call, to head over there, to not take no for an answer. I said he could do anything he wanted with her, she wouldn't say no, not the way they were planning things. She was determined to be a slut." 

She started talking faster, anxiously. "You had to know. The shit she was talking with those other bitches. About getting you to agree to being single for a week, and all the shit she was going to do behind your back. They tried to make it sound like it was no big deal, but she was talking about being a complete slut, Damon! Laughing about doing all the stuff she'd never done with you."

"So you knew about her deal the night of the party?"

"I knew what they were planning, and how she planned to bribe you. They...they even asked me to be part of the bribe, if you wouldn't go for the first one. You get me, and she gets half the cock in the city. That's when I blew up. I told you she doesn't deserve you. I told you."

"I don't believe that. The last thing Lacey ever wanted was me to be with you."

"It wasn't her. It was the others. They figured they could talk her into it. I think they were sort of considering it an olive branch. They were actually being friendly when it started, including me. Not Lacey, that uppity bitch still would hardly talk to me, but the redhead and Vicky. They were the ones working out the details."

"Why send him to our house? And why him?"

She sat back, and took a drink. I could tell she didn't want to answer.

"The truth, Jenna."

She looked at me sadly. "I always tell you the truth, Damon. You know that."

"Until the last week. You knew what was going on, and why, and you held back on me. No more deception. I'm fucking tired of it. From her and from you. Especially from you. I thought I could trust you with my life."

She moved toward me and I pulled away. "No. Tell me why."

"He's an asshole, alright? An idiot, the world's most inconsiderate sex partner. Everyone knows it. That's why I chose him."

"And my house?"

She took another sip. "He...he wasn't supposed to leave until you got there. I paid him another $100 to make sure you caught them. So you could see for yourself what a whore she was."

"So when I showed up here, it was not a surprise, was it?"

"I...I didn't expect that, I swear, Damon. I figured you'd walk in and have a big confrontation. You don't walk away from stuff. I didn't think it would happen until late, probably after 1:00 am. You surprised me. I would have dressed for it, if I thought the result would be you showing up on my doorstep."

Her words didn't calm me. I was furious with her. "I can't believe my best friend tried to break up my engagement. Tried to destroy my relationship with my fiancée. We talk about things, Jenna. That's what we do. We don't play fucking games with each other's life."

"You had to know, Damon! I don't care what it costs, I couldn't let you marry her without knowing what a slut she was. Fucking around on you the week before your wedding? How could you let her do that!"

She moved over next to me, and hung onto my arm when I tried to pull away. "It doesn't change what she did. She sucked his cock before the deal was made. She took him to your bed. She gave him all the things she denied you. Nothing I did changes that. All I did was make sure you knew about it."

She leaned her head against my shoulder, clinging to my arm. "I love you, you idiot. I couldn't let you make the biggest mistake of your life. Not my Damon. I couldn't."

Furious would be an understatement. I'd been betrayed on both sides, by the two women who I should be able to trust most. I struggled to contain my anger, breathing deeply.

"How did you find out?" she asked softly.

"I've been spying on them. They fought. All of them together. I kept telling Lacey one of the biggest issues was the lying and deception. Telling me she had no plans, when she'd already arranged to meet that stripper. 

"Stacy was hammering her for being so stupid, for doing it in our house. For making secret plans and telling nobody. She denied it, saying he'd called her, on the house phone. He knew she was going to be in, and I was going to be away, and he showed up on her doorstep. She wanted to know who gave him her phone number, who told him I'd be out, but they all denied it. Round and round they went, pointing fingers, blaming each other, nobody willing to admit they'd told him where she lived or what her phone number was."

I noticed I was still holding a full beer. I'd had one sip. I took another long one. "I realized there was one other person who knew about the two of them, and might have been the instigator. I couldn't believe it but I had to ask. My Jenna wouldn't stab me in the back like that, she couldn't. But I had to ask."

"She doesn't deserve you. You had to know. You had to. I couldn't let you marry her," Jenna whined.

I barked a cruel laugh. "Do you know what she said to me night before last? We're lying in bed, and she's explaining why she's pushing her friends at me. Then she says to me, 'Vicky, or God help me for saying this, Jenna.'"

Jenna stiffened. "What did she say about me?"

"That's who I should choose. You or Vicky. Vicky, because Lacey and I could still be friends. She knew that if I went to you, that would likely be the end of her and me, but still she chose you. Because you'd make me happy, and you'd never hurt me. Not like she did."

I sat back and drank my beer. "She'd step aside, so I could be happy with you. You'd stab me in the back to prevent me from being happy with her. How could you, Jenna?"

She was hanging onto my arm for dear life, and she was crying. Jenna, crying. "I'm sorry, Damon. I truly thought you needed to know. I swear that's all it was. The way she talked, the disrespect she showed you, I couldn't stand that."

"Is there anything else I need to know? Was the whole Nikki thing a setup? Did you have to make sure she knew? What else is there?"

"No, that's it. I swear. I had nothing to do with Nikki telling. Getting her in your bed wasn't planned, you have to believe me. I paid Bret twice. Once to get pushy at her bachelorette party, and a second time to do her in your bed, and get caught. That's it."

I finished my beer, and pulled my arm free. "I'm angry and disappointed, Jenna. I don't know if I've ever been angrier with you in my life. It's going to be difficult for me to get over this. I was screaming at her, about her trickery and deceit, lying to me about her 'date' with that bastard. It turns out she was the one telling the truth, and my supposed best friend was the one pulling the tricks, deceiving me, betraying me."

"No, Damon. It's not like that. I wasn't betraying you. I was trying to help you. You wear fucking blinders around that snooty bitch. You had to know the truth. I'm your friend, it was up to me to do it."

I held her away when she tried to hug me. "I'm going to need some time to deal with this, Jenna. This is bad. Really bad. You've broken my trust in you. It's going to be hard as hell to get it back."

"I love you, Damon. You know that."

"I know. I love you too, but I'm extremely pissed right now. Give me some space, alright?"

She nodded sadly, as I walked out.

I was on the phone before I got to my car. It was going to be a long, difficult night.

"Damon?" 

That fucking accent of hers made me weak in the knees. "Hey Donna. I know it's short notice but could I see you?"

"I'm not home. I'm over at Vicky's. We were just finishin' up supper."

"That's perfect, actually. Could I come over."

She giggled. "Not gonna happen, big guy. We're not like that. Damn, you're a dirty one, ain't ya?"

"No, this isn't about that, wild thing. I need to talk. Would that be Ok?"

She verified it with Vicky, and I promised I'd be over in 10 minutes. On the way, I called home and let Lacey know I was going to be late.

"Thanks for calling. I made dinner, but it will keep. Did you eat?"

"No. Not yet. I don't imagine I'll be that late, no more than an hour. Is that alright?"

"You don't have to check in with me. I appreciate it, but it's up to you. An hour's fine."

I parked in front of Vicky's house, and braced myself for another difficult conversation.

Vicky greeted me at the door with a big hug, but I didn't return it.

"Something wrong, Damon?" she asked. "Did she mess up again?"

"No. It's not Lacey," I explained. I walked past her and ignored Donna's greeting, sitting on the couch. Vicky sat down next to me, and Donna took the seat across the coffee table. 

"What's wrong, Damon?" Donna asked. "You look like your dog died."

"I installed video and audio recording in my house, after Lacey did the stripper the second time," I explained. "Living room, bedroom, kitchen."

They looked at each other, and I could see the brains going into high gear.

"Why would you want to break Lacey and me up?" I asked.

They both looked nervous, but neither answered. I waited until the silence was uncomfortable.

"Come on. Try to be honest for once. I know. I heard you two talking, in the living room, and in the kitchen. Why did you do it?" I turned to Donna. "I know you never liked me, but Lacey was your friend! Why?"

Vicky spoke up. "It wasn't Donna. We didn't really want to break you up, just slow things down. We were losing her. Our group was going to split up. Best friends for almost 10 years, and we were losing her to you."

I glared at her. "You sounded so proud of yourselves, talking her into making that deal with me. Telling her all the stuff she was missing. Giving her a little ecstasy at her party, so she'd screw up. You were trying to get her laid that night, weren't you?"

"No," Donna said firmly. "We wanted her all worked up, so she'd wanna make that deal, but we weren't gonna make her do anythin' that night, other than loosen up a bit. Play along with the stripper's, but that's all. I swear, Damon."

"Who's idea was it to track me? Put a GPS on my car. Report back to her with whatever I did?"

Vicky looked guilty as shit, and I turned toward her.

"Mine," she confessed. "My brother works in security. He got the stuff, and set it up."

I nodded. "And the plan to make sure I learned what 'real' pussy was like? To have you lead me on," I nodded toward Vicky, "while you got me hooked?" I asked, staring at Donna.

Donna couldn't look me in the eye.

"We did you a favor, Damon," Vicky tried to explain. "She didn't do anything she didn't want to do. She called up that stripper on her own, we had nothing to do with that. She'll tell you she didn't, but I promise, that wasn't us. We all took a little mood enhancer at the party, but we didn't give her anything the next day."

"You kept at her. Getting her to make that damn deal. Complaining that I was the bad guy. That she did nothing wrong. You knew the truth, but kept hammering at her. Telling her she could do better. That I didn't deserve her, if I was going to go around blaming her when she was in the right. That I was the one who screwed up."

"You did screw up. Jenna was wrong, and you know it!" Vicky snapped.

"That's funny. Jenna tells me that you tried to make her part of the bribe to let Lacey have her deal."

Vicky sighed, and leaned back in the couch. "What's the big deal, anyway? She's a slut, for anyone but you. She'll fuck around on you, and you know it now. You're better off without her." She moved closer to me, and I felt my skin crawling. "Look at where you are now. Don't tell me Stacy and Donna weren't better. That I didn't blow your mind. Let it go. Forget the marriage thing for now. We can all have a good time, make a new deal. Hell, you can probably keep training her, while getting all you want from the rest of us, just us, until you settle down. There's no hurry, right?"




8 Days: Day 7 - FTDS



I just stared at her. "You don't get it. I love her. She loves me. We don't want anyone else. This was all a huge clusterfuck, and I hate to believe that it was our best friends, hers and mine, that made such a mess of things."

Donna surprised me by speaking up. "I...I didn't like you. You know that now. But I'm sorry for my part in all of this. I thought she did deserve better. Maybe I was wrong."

"You didn't like me, but you were eager enough to fuck me, if it would put another wedge between me and Lacey. What the fuck was that, Donna?"

She couldn't look me in the eye. "It was supposed to be a grudge fuck. Wicked, angry, rough, no-holds-barred sex. I...I never expected things to work out the way they did. I don't reckon you did, neither."

Vicky wasn't giving up. "It's water under the bridge, Damon. We need to just forget about why it happened. She is what she is. Lousy in the bed, and unfaithful. She fucked him in your bed, for chrissake! She called you her cuck. Gave that jerk her virgin ass, that she promised you!"

"You call yourself a friend?" I asked, amazed at how angry she sounded.

"Like she's the perfect friend?" Vicky sneered. "So damn bossy, rubbing you in our faces, how good she's got it, how much money you make, how great it's gonna be. How considerate you are. Flaunting her money, when the rest of us have to work for a living. All the money she earns is play money. Give me a fuckin' break."

Vicky was on a roll. "She's got big tits, so what? So does a cow. You like those blowjobs you never got? She's too good for that, unless you're a young hard-bodied stripper, then she's happy enough to do it. She tries to tell us nobody's allowed to touch you, while she's off getting hers. Who's the friend now, huh? You have no idea, she can be such a total bitch!"

It looked like Donna was as surprised as me at the hatred spewing forth from Vicky. I'd heard all I needed. There was probably more, but I knew enough. Fuck, this was all a mess.

"Thanks for being honest. I'm gonna go now. I wish you both could have been better friends, but I guess you're right, Vicky. At this point, it is what it is. It's good to know how it all came about."

She stood, following me to the door, with Donna close behind. "I know you're probably a little pissed, Damon. Think about it when you cool down. It's better now. You'll see," Vicky insisted.

Donna grabbed her purse, and had a brief whispered discussion with Vicky as I walked away. She came running up to me a few seconds later. "I really am sorry, Damon. I...I'll tell you anythin' ya want, Ok?"

I stopped, trying to contain all the feelings begging to burst free. "You and me, we had issues, Donna. I understand that, I guess. It still hurts. I feel bad for Lacey. She didn't deserve all this."

"I know. I hope our issues are over, between you and me. I like you, Damon. Anythin' I can do to help, y'all just ask. And I don't mean screwin' your brains out, although I won't count that out, if it'll help. What can I do?"

"I don't know. Maybe tell Lacey the truth. Stacy wasn't in on y'all's plan was she?"

"No. She wanted it to work out, but she did finally agree on the deal part. I think she wanted to be a maid of honor more than anythin'."

"Or maybe she wanted the best for her friend," I said.

Donna blushed. "Yeah. Probably. God, what a mess, huh?"

"Yeah."

She sidled up close. "Did I ruin everythin'? Between all of us?"

I pulled her in tight, hugging her. "No. I kind of understand where you were coming from. Better than the rest. You wouldn't do it again, would you?"

She shook her head silently, hugging me.

"You and me, Angel, we'll be Ok. We still need time to iron out all the issues over the last year, but I'm pretty sure we'll be fine. Trust me, the way you apologized for past slights? Un-fuckin-believable."

She was clinging to me, and I kissed the top of her head. 

"You're gonna try to work things out with her, ain't ya?" Donna whispered.

"I don't know. Some of what Vicky said was right. Not much, but some."

"I...I think you should give her a chance. She does love you, you know. It's sickenin' how that gal is. She might be bossy, bitchy, and selfish, but she adores you. Give her a fair chance, Damon. If it don't work out, at least you'll know that you gave it your best. If it goes South, and I'm still single, I'd love to see where things might go then. If not me, Stacy would jump at the chance. Jesus, that girl thinks you're God's gift to women."

"We'll see. It's hard to believe the things she did with that stripper. That's really painful."

"Personally, I'd check to see if he gave her somethin'. From what she says, she hardly remembers half the stuff she did with him. I don't think a couple of glasses of wine would do that. It wouldn't surprise me a lick if he slipped her somethin'."

Ouch. I had never even considered that. "Listen, beautiful, I've gotta go. Talk to Lacey, Ok? Come clean. It'll be painful, but she needs to know. However this turns out, I don't want to lose either of you. I'd like you to be friends."

She nodded, and pulled me down for a soft, promising kiss. "I'm sorry we missed out on a whole year of bein' friends," she said.

I grinned. "But then the making up might not have been so damn incredible, would it?"

She giggled. "You really enjoyed yourself, didn't ya?"

"Hell yeah. You didn't?"

She gave me a poke. "Of course I did, kinda obvious, weren't it? But now you've been with Stacy, Lacey, Jenna, and her roommate. That's some pretty stiff competition."

I gave her a quick kiss. "It's gonna get stiffer if you keep reminding me, Red. You're amazing. But now isn't the time or place."

I got one last kiss, and finally headed home for yet another painful discussion.

~ * ~ * ~

Lacey had made dinner again. Nothing exotic this time, pork chops and mashed potatoes, although I'll say the mashed was the best she'd ever made.

"Let me guess," I said waving a forkful. "Another TV show?"

"Nope. Stacy helped. She really can cook. Don't let that give you any ideas, bucko," she teased.

She sat next to me, eating about a third as much as me, along with a salad. "Any fantasies you'd like to discuss?" she asked casually.

The memory of the last one almost distracted me. "As a matter of fact, one rather large one, but it may be a difficult discussion. Can we do it in bed, after dinner?"

She looked at me, her eyes holding mine. "Is it going to be a bad one?" she asked timidly.

"I hope not. But it won't be easy."

She nodded. "I'll wash, you dry."

Half an hour later, we were naked in bed, and I pulled her close. "I need to start with a confession. Probably several." I felt her tense up. "You weren't the only one doing some spying. I've got the house wired, and your car is GPS tracked."

"You're shitting me."

"Nope."

She giggled, then gasped. "How long?"

"Since you went to the doctor. How long have you and your girls been keeping tabs on me?"

"Since the night we made the deal. All we were doing was tracking your car. To see where you went for your strange."

"Was it your idea?"

"Vicky's. How about you?"

"Fred, a friend of Cale's. He got burned in a divorce recently, and he had all the gear from tracking his ex-wife."

"How...how bad is it?"

"Bad. And not just you and me." I gave her a squeeze, "Man, we've really fucked this all up, haven't we?"

She nodded. "Before it gets ugly, can we do something?"

"Whatever you want, Lace."

"I...I want you in me. Holding me. Is that Ok?"

"I'd like that."

It only took her a few seconds with her mouth to have me hard as a rock. It amazed me how readily she went down on me, after a year of fighting it. Almost as amazing was how good at it she was getting, which was less of a surprise. When she was happy with the results, she climbed on top of me, eased my cock inside of her, and got comfortable. She laid down on my chest, hugging me. "I'm ready."

I held her, feeling the warmth of her body encasing my hard cock. I stroked into her a few times, then paused.

"How many guys have you fucked, in my house, in the last 2 days?" I asked her.

"We still have a deal," she said softly.

"Yes we do. You don't have to tell me. I'd like to know."

"None. I haven't fucked not one of them."

"Why take them in the study?" I asked. The one place I didn't have under surveillance. That little bit of video evidence nearly drove me crazy.

"I couldn't do it in your bed again. I couldn't. Never again."

"If you didn't fuck them—"

"Blowjobs. I was giving them blowjobs."

I settled back down, holding her, wondering how many times she'd kissed me with some asshole's cum on her breath. I wanted to shake her. 

It seemed like she could read my mind. "I wanted to get better, baby. For you. Like Stacy and Vicky. I saw how much you loved that, and I...I'm no good at it. So I got some practice, and Stacy helped me. She found the guys, and worked with me. I never swallowed, that's only for you. I cleaned up thoroughly, brushed my teeth, used mouthwash. I...that was part of what bothered me so much about you coming home, stinking of Donna. I was cleaning up for you, but you didn't have the same consideration for me."

"How many?" 

"Four. Four different guys, one of them both days. Three the first day, two yesterday. Each one got to go twice."

I nodded, holding her. She was discrete. We had a deal. I was certainly getting my share. "Would you stop if I asked you to?"

"In a heartbeat," she answered, kissing my neck. "I already have."

She started moving on me, settling back onto my cock, shifting sweetly forward and back. "My turn?" she asked.

I guess that was fair. "Go ahead." I gave her a nudge or two with my cock, to keep the Traitor happy.

"Did you put him in the hospital?"

At least she didn't say his name. I detested the bastard. "No. I didn't do it. Over enthusiastic friends of mine may have. I didn't ask them to, but I don't regret it. He deserved that and more."

"We had a deal," she said softly. "It wasn't his fault."

"Yes we did. You and me. I had no such deal with him. He had no right coming to my house, doing it in my bed, crowing about it, bragging about what he was doing and how he was going to keep doing it. I expected you to be reasonable and discrete. You chose instead to pick a complete asshole, and do it in my bed. If you had taken any of those four guys in here, I probably would do the same to them." I grabbed her ass, fucking her a little more thoroughly. "How do you know he was hospitalized? Were you checking up on him?"

She shook her head. "He called. Wanted to know if I thought you had anything to do with it. I told him you were with someone else all night. Two someone elses, I believe. He figures it's the boyfriend or husband of one of the other women he's banging. He wants to come over in a couple of days when he's feeling better."

"Not in my bed. Not in my house," I told her angrily.

"Jesus, Damon! Give me a little credit. Do you really think I'm gonna touch him again? After what he did last time, after what he's cost me? I told him to fuck off and die, and if I saw him again, I'd cut his dick off."

She rose up on her hands, and started rocking back and forth, getting a nice little feeling going below, before settling back down. "Don't want the big guy getting lazy on me," she teased. "Your turn."

"When did you figure out what I'd done, and how come you never said anything?" That had been one of the more surprising revelations resulting from the surveillance.

She was quiet, I imagine ordering her thoughts. "I suspected after the doctor told me it looked like poison ivy. I remember you telling me to stay away from it in the backyard. When I was going through the, uh, supplies I'd bought, and found the handcuffs didn't work, and the damned vibrator spit off sparks, and blew a fuse, I knew something was going on." She stopped her movement, glaring at me. "What the hell did you put in my lube, you bastard!" she growled, slapping my chest.

"Cayenne pepper," I said, embarrassed to be caught out.

"Asshole," she griped. "It really was poison ivy in the bed?"

"Yeah. I didn't count on you sleeping in it. You always like to change the sheets after a, uh, strenuous, messy session. I figured you'd get a little on you, and so would he. Not like you did. Sorry about that."

"Fuck. I never had any idea you could be so vicious. I guess that was your idea of 'war', huh? Kind of dumb of me to declare war face-to-face. You did warn me."

"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked. I lifted her hips a little so I could thrust up into her, getting a little more action, to keep the Traitor content.

"I think I realized then how much I must have hurt you, to drive you to that. I wouldn't have thought it possible. I didn't want to make it any worse. Stacy explained it best. I did you wrong in your bed. You made sure that the next time I used your bed, I'd pay for it. If I had done it anywhere else, there wouldn't have been a problem." She leaned forward, kissed me softly, then bit my lip hard. I thought she'd draw blood. "I'm still pissed. Do you have any idea how miserable those first two days were?"

"Some. I had some pretty bad cases as a kid. That's how I knew about the tea-bath."

She sat up and bounced on my cock a bit. "I'm going to forgive you, but you owe me for that one. That was not very nice."

I was going to argue it was not near as extreme as what she'd let the bastard to do her in my bed, but we'd been over that enough. Instead I let her tits mesmerize me, reaching for them.

She grinned. "Best tits?"

I nodded. "Best everything."

She pouted. "Except sex and blowjobs."

"Maybe we can work on that."

She laid back down on me, cuddling in. "My turn?"

"Yeah."

"Who was it that made you late tonight? You didn't smell like anybody. You didn't look like you had showered."

"Nobody. I paid a visit to Jenna, Donna and Vicky, but it wasn't for sex. I had to talk to them, find some things out."

She pouted.

"What?" I asked, giving her butt a playful squeeze.

"I wasted a question."

I laughed. "There's not a limit on them. If I run out, you can keep going. I'm just glad we're communicating, and getting everything out in the open."

"Alright, your turn."

I knew the next part would be hard. "It's not a question. I need to tell you about my visits tonight."

She lifted her head, and looked up at me. "I'm not going to like it, am I?"

"I didn't."

She got a puzzled look. "What is it?"

"We were set up. Jenna paid Bret to go after you at the bachelorette party, and she's the one who gave him your information, and sent him over here the night of my bachelor party. She paid him to stay as late as possible so I would catch him here. I'm sorry I didn't believe you when you said it wasn't planned."

She was quiet and I held her, stroking her back. A slow gentle motion kept me firm inside of her.

"She hates me that much?" Lacey finally whispered.

"Hate's the wrong word. She didn't like the plan you had for slutting around. She wanted me to catch you at it, to know how bad it was. She was pissed at the things you'd say about me, apparently. How you'd act when I wasn't around. The things you said you were going to do."

"But it's just girl talk! We all bitch about our guys. She should understand that. I never meant any of it. I love you. You're the best." She pinched me, "Except when you're putting hot pepper in my lube, and poison ivy in my bed. Fucker."

"Hey, you forgave me for that," I reminded her.

"Forgave, not forgot."

"She doesn't have a lot of girlfriends, Lace. Not like you. I'm her best friend, and we don't go around saying crap about our significant others. Just the opposite, really. You say anything bad about me or disrespect me, and she's going to take it to heart."

"Is there more?" she asked.

I rolled with her, putting her on her back. I took a few moments to get things back at full-strength, then a few more after that, just enjoying her, before I continued.

"Donna and Vicky have been doing their damnedest to break us up," I explained.

She didn't seem surprised. "Not Stacy, though."

"Hell no. She's the opposite. No it was just the other two. I'm not surprised by Donna, but I think Vicky really doesn't like you much. She said some pretty vicious things."

I rose up on my arms, feeling her legs wrap around me, while I long-stroked her for a while.

"How?" she finally asked.

"Lots of things. They gave you some ecstasy the night of your party, so you'd slip up in front of Jenna. Your little 'deal' was their idea. They were the ones feeding you all the BS that it was all my fault, and you did nothing wrong. They figured if I got great sex from them, I wouldn't want to go back to you—"

"Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Get great sex from them."

I sat up, opening her legs, and stroking harder. It was starting to feel pretty good, and I was getting distracted. Her foot in my shoulder got my attention.

"Answer me, damn it!" she snapped, "Or I'm cutting you off, until this discussion is through."

I buried my cock in her. "Donna was pretty amazing. I'm not gonna lie. Vicky gives a hell of a blowjob, but I already told you that. That's all there's been. One date, two blowjobs, before and after."

"How many times with Donna?"

"Just the one time after work."

"Did you get her ass too?"

"No, baby. She said I would in time. The way I understand it, the lure of sex with them was supposed to help me make the break from you."

I started pumping her again, trying to be a little subtle. "Donna didn't like me. I think we've worked out our issues, and she apologized for her part in it. Vicky doesn't want you getting married, breaking up the group, lording it over them how good you have it."

I saw I was getting to her a little, and long-stroked her some more. She was biting her lower lip the way she did sometimes. It was cute as could be.

"Any...more?" she asked.

"That's it about them." I stopped moving, watching her slowly relax. "I'm royally pissed at Jenna. I told her so. I feel she betrayed me."

Lacey nodded. "I know how you feel. I can almost understand Jenna. She's in love with you. She'll do anything to keep me from you."

I leaned over her, driving my cock home, and kissing her softly. "She loves me. She's not in love with me. We'll never be a couple, even if you and I can't work things out."

She looked up at me, stretched her arms up and I lowered myself into them. "Is there a chance for us?"

"A chance. I...I need some more time. I have a few more issues to deal with, a couple of more things to work out. Can you be patient with me?"

She nodded. "Tomorrow's the last day of that stupid deal. Can we talk about it tomorrow night?"

I started driving my cock into her harder. All the talk and teasing had me frustrated. I needed her. "Tomorrow."

"Another...question," she pleaded.

"Uh-huh."

"You...know...I...love you...right?" she gasped, thrusting her hips against mine.

"Uh-huh."

"Do you—"

"I love you," I growled, hammering her more intensely. "Always." I tilted her legs back, fucking her hard. "Hate...what you...did."

"S-s-sorry," she moaned, sweetly.

"Slut," I whispered, grabbing her tit and squeezing it hard.

She whimpered, and was coming for me. I finished with a fury, riding her through her orgasm, filling her as she was coming down.

"Yours, baby," she said softly, stroking my face, as I pumped her full. "Only yours."

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8 Days: Day 8+ - FTDS



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My unsolicited sequel to DamonX's story 8 Days. 

http://www.literotica.com/s/8-days

Happily ever after? The conclusion. 

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For information on how I decide which stories to continue, please check my profile.

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"Damon," the voice was insistent, shaking me.

"Not going in today," I groaned, rolling over.

"Lacey said you wanted to be up by 9:00."

Lacey said? I turned my head, cracking one eye open. I grinned. "Morning, beautiful," I croaked, reaching toward her.

She laughed, slapping my hand away. "Behave, Damon."

With a lurch, I got my hand on her shorts, and tugged her nearer. "Best of all, you know that?" 

With tiny steps she was dragged to the bed, not fighting it all that much. I turned and used both hands, pulling her down to the mattress.

"Damon! Lacey's right down the hall."

I drew her close, hugging her. "The only one, you know."

"You're not making any sense. The only one what?" She was keeping her hands between us, chuckling at me.

"The only one that didn't betray me, Stacy. The only one who fought for us, instead of against us. Even Jenna betrayed me. Even my Jenna."

She stopped fighting, and let me hug her. "What are you talking about?"

"Ask Lacey. They were all against us. Everyone but you. I...I'll always remember that. Always. You're the best."

She let me rest my head against her chest, rubbing my hair. "I'm sure it's not as bad as you think. Lacey's happy this morning. What's got her in such a good mood?"

"We had a good talk. We cleared up a lot of stuff. No more secrets."

"None?" she asked softly.

"At least not from me. I think none from her."

She pulled away a little, quiet. I wasn't ready for the slap that almost took my head off. "That's for the poison ivy stunt." My hand was too slow to block the second one that was almost as hard, leaving my ear ringing. "And that one was for whatever you put in the lube."

I was about to blow up when her lips settled over mine, and stayed there, until any thoughts beyond what we were doing fled my mind. "And that one was for getting everything out in the open, finally." She gave me a genuine smile. "You're a piece of work, aren't you? Now get up before she comes looking for us."

Stacy bounced out of the bed before I could react. "Sounds like I need to have a serious talk with Lacey." She looked back at me. "Brush your teeth if you expect another kiss anytime soon."

I took her advice, put on a pair of boxers for decency's sake, and headed out. Lacey was putting food on the table. Blueberry pancakes, with sausage. I caught her once she was empty-handed, and pulled her close. "Pretty brave girl, sending Stacy in after me."

She pressed her lips against mine. "Last day, baby. Get it while you can."

I reached down and pulled up the back of her night-shirt, and grabbed two handfuls of her sweet butt cheeks. 

"Damon!" she hissed, looking over her shoulder. "No more fantasies. We've got a guest."

"You're a walking fantasy. If you don't want me to exploit it, wear panties, naughty girl." I pressed the hardness that Stacy had initiated, into Lacey's belly.

"After, Ok? Not here, in front of her."

I was about to make a comment about how there'd been no problem with Stacy being around for Lacey's blowjob training the last few days. I bit my tongue, and she looked up at me hopefully. "Please. You know I won't say no if you insist, but it's difficult for me, being around them, and thinking about what you guys did."

"You're not my slave, baby. I'm not going to make you do anything. I have no right to tell you what to do, or what not to do. Not anymore."

She looked sadder as she nodded. "Unless you want to. You know that, right?"

Stacy walked in and smacked my ass as she put the drinks on the table and took a seat. "Get a room, you two." She piled a couple of pancakes on her plate, as I gave Lacey a short peck, and released her, taking my seat.

"Milk, Damon? How old are you?" Stacy teased.

"Pancakes, Oreos, and Raisin Bran. Nothing goes better." Although pancakes for breakfast wasn't doing wonders for my diet plans. I wasn't about to fault Lacey for it. She was bending over backwards to make my meals.

Over breakfast, I found out why Stacy was over. Apparently they were still cleaning up loose ends from calling off the wedding. I confessed that I had plans of my own, but should be back early afternoon. For the first time in the last four days, I didn't do anything with Lacey. I thought back to how much sex I'd been getting the last week. Going from 2-3 times a week, before that damned deal, to that many times a day. I wasn't complaining about the frequency or the quality, both of which had improved significantly.

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Once I escaped the house, I started with a call to Cale. Something Donna had said stuck with me, and I needed resolution.

"What's up, Damon?" he asked.

"The stripper. Do we know where he lives?"

"No. At least I don't. You trying to get hold of him?"

"I think so. If I do, I may want to pay him a visit. Any chance of getting some backup?"

Cale worked from home, and had flexible hours. "I have an important 3:00 conference call. As long as we're done by 2:00 or so, I can be there. I'll check around. Eric may be available, at long as it's not too early."

"Too early? It's already after 10:00."

"That's around his wake-up time. I'll check. How do you plan on tracking him down?"

"Don't know yet, but I'll see what I can do."

My first thought was Jenna. She knew about the guy it seemed. If she didn't know where he lived outright, it was possible she knew someone who would.

Nikki answered the door, and let me in. "She's not here."

"Damn."

She pulled me in and closed the door behind me. "She's really broken up, Damon. You know she never meant to hurt you."

I nodded, heading in and taking a seat. "It was still wrong."

Nikki sat next to me, very close. "She knows. We had a long talk. I'm not very happy with her either."

I put my arm around her, pulling her close. "Still working the late shift?"

She worked as a waitress in a fine dining restaurant, evenings while she took classes during the day. Made pretty good money at it, as I understood. Steady, with good tips. Jenna was the opposite, feast or famine, with big, high-paying gigs, between down times.

"3:00 to 11:00," she confirmed. She cuddled in, her hand running down my thigh. "Anything I can do to help?"

"I was trying to find out something about that stripper. I want to talk to him."

Her hand stopped its movement. "You're not going to do anything stupid, are you?"

"No, as long as he's willing to talk and be honest."

Her hand started moving again, higher, until I felt it brush against my balls. "You want to talk to Brenda. She went out with him a few times. That's how we know what an asshole he is."

I knew of a Brenda, but didn't really know her. "Are you friendly with her? Could you find out?"

She sighed. "Sure. For you Damon. I'll give her a call."

I listened to her on the phone, and it was pretty obvious she was talking to a machine. She left a call-back message. She turned to me. "Is he out of the hospital? You might be able to talk to him there."

"I heard he'd be getting out by the end of the week," I explained.

Nikki picked up the phone, and after a couple of minutes was talking to admissions at St. Albans. "Checked out yesterday. Sorry."

"How much did you know, Nikki?"

"Nothing really. Not 'til last night, when you left. I got the full story then. I was completely in the dark." She settled back onto the couch, and wiggled underneath my arm.

"So the first time, uh, you and me..."

"No idea. I swear. Not until I heard them talking it over at the gym, and Lacey was bragging about all the things she'd done with that asshole, and where she was going to find her next conquest, with even a bigger dick."

I didn't like the sound of that. It didn't mesh well with the story I was getting from Lacey. "Can you give me any more details about the conversation?"

Her hand was being naughty. "Wouldn't you prefer to have this conversation in my bedroom, while we wait for Brenda's call?"

In her room, she undressed me, and gave me a bit of a show, stripping slowly, blushing. When she was naked, we got under the sheets, cuddling and kissing. She pulled away, rubbing my cock with her hand. 

"I was on the treadmill behind them. They were all on the bikes, lined up four in a row. Stacy, Lacey, Donna and Vicky. I was behind Lacey." She snuggled in close, her leg over mine, rubbing my shaft slowly. "They were teasing her about walking funny. She was bragging big time. How gorgeous he was, how big his cock was, how he filled her up. She sucked him, took him in all three holes. She said it was fantastic, he gave her the biggest orgasms of her life. God, I hated to hear that smug bitch putting you down."

I don't understand guys who get excited about their women cheating. Remembering the sight of her with that bastard was doing the opposite for me.

She left my cock alone, as it wilted, and rubbed my chest. "I'm sorry. I wish it was otherwise. There was almost nobody around us, and they didn't seem to care who listened. They were asking her questions, and she was telling all. About him calling her names, using her, doing 69, taking him into her throat for the first time, the way he forced her head down, making her excited. She talked about how filthy it was to suck him after he'd been inside of her. How she fingered her own ass, after he told her he was going to fuck it. How she teased him, begged him to fuck her virgin ass. I wanted to climb down there and beat the shit out of her."

She moved down the bed, back between my legs, kissing me, playing with my shaft. "Forget her, Damon. She's a faithless slut. She was proud to be a slut for him, and was looking for her next man to slut it up with."

"The stuff about nobody else being allowed to date me?"

Nikki nodded, then licked my shaft. "She was asking them if they had spread the word. You were off limits. The other girls confirmed it. There was no doubt. That's when I couldn't take it any longer."

"And you told them."

"Damn straight I did. I laughed at her, when she said you probably got a lap-dance, and were sleeping off your drunk. I told her that you fucked Jenna every which way but up. Had her screaming half the night. I...I might have exaggerated a bit, but I wanted her to know she wasn't the only one having a good time out of it." She sucked me into her warm mouth, then pulled off. "I'm sorry if it got you into trouble. I never meant for that to happen."

I laughed, and pressed her head back down between my legs. "Then you and I would never have gotten together, would be, Sexy?"

She sucked me, gazing up at me with her big eyes.

I believed Nikki. More than pretty much anyone else at that time. She had no reason not to tell me the truth. I didn't like hearing all the details, but it helped me. There were still too many discrepancies, Lacey telling me it had nothing to do with the size of his dick, but she was bragging about it, looking for even bigger. Stacy telling me the business about keeping women away from me was just a joke, but it sure as hell didn't sound like it. It was all too confusing, and I realized I didn't want to think about it. Not with a naked Nikki between my legs.

I brushed her hair back, watching my stiffening cock fill her mouth. "Thanks for being honest about everything. Let's forget about that for now, and see if we can't have a redo of our first night."

Nikki looked up at me and smiled. She sucked until I was about as hard as it gets, then pulled away. "Be right back," she said. She ran out of the room naked, and returned a few minutes with her hands full. She dumped a pile of things on the bed. I recognized the lube, butt-plug, some handcuffs, dildos, blindfold, and there was plenty more.

"I'm yours, Damon. Whatever you want. Use me. The other night was the greatest sex of my life, by far. I bet you can do even better." She dug through the pile, handed me the lube and a medium sized butt-plug, and got on her knees. "Warm me up with that. Open me so I can take you later."

Damn, she looked good. Her pussy was glistening, obviously soaked. I licked her, making her moan at the first touch. I moved upward, teasing her rear pucker, tonguing it, listening to the exciting sound of her moans. 

I put a little lube on my finger, and pushed at her spongy opening, teasing, pushing around the perimeter until my finger slowly slid inside. "Fuck, that's wild."

I fingered her, adding a little more lube, watching her tremble as I added a second finger. "Grab your ass, sexy girl. Spread your cheeks for me."

Her hands reached back, her head and shoulders resting on the bed, as her fingers pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing her. I pulled my fingers out and lubed up the plug. She moaned loudly as it made its first contact. I pushed, turning it, easing it inside her. Her legs were shaking. "You have no idea what you're doing to me," she gasped.

"You like me playing with your ass?" I teased.

"Jesus, Damon! I love it. It's yours. Nobody else's ever. The anticipation, feeling you prepare me for you, knowing what you'll be doing there later, it's incredible. I want you to have it, to claim it, to tell me nobody else will ever get what's yours. Own my ass, Damon."

I'd been teasing her, stopping before full penetration, as we got to the widest point. "This ass is mine, Nikki. Only mine. I'm going to fuck your sweet ass. Fuck it hard, claim it."

She trembled, and gasped loudly, a little squeak escaping her lips, as the widest part of the plug was holding her open, stretching her lewdly. With one last push, the worst was past, and it slipped into her, her tight little asshole shutting down around the rear of her plug.

I tugged it back out slowly, adding a little more lube, watching her open, stretching, the silicon toy slowly exposed. As it reached its widest, Nikki whimpered softly, her cute butt cheeks shaking as she expunged the anal invader. Not completely, of course. I held it inside her, and worked it back in. A couple of times. 

I was hard as steel by now, and pushed it all the way in, seating it firmly. I slipped my cock into her soaked pussy, and drove it home hard, making her gasp. God, I loved how responsive this girl was. 

"Fuck me, Damon. Use me. I'm yours," she pleaded.

That was not a problem for me. I was happy to use her. The first time with her had been incredible but distracting with the constant feedback from Jenna. The second had been playful and fun, easygoing.

This time was different. I don't know what it was, but I knew that Nikki would deny me nothing. She was a red hot ember, and the slightest encouragement on my part would set her aflame.

Pumping her on her hands and knees, I leaned over her body, grabbing her delicious big tits, and tugging on them like handles, pulled her back onto my cock. I squeezed them tightly, very tightly, and was rewarded with my first sweet orgasm from her. Nobody, nobody, had ever been half as responsive as Nikki was, including Donna who was a hell of a fuck.

I pushed her over roughly, putting her on her back, spread her legs apart, and hammered her pussy. I rested my upper body on her, my hands drifting back to her amazing tits. I gripped them firmly, milking them in time to my strokes, pinching her hard nipples. 

"Yours, Damon. I'm yours," she panted, kissing my shoulder, clutching me to her.

"My pussy, Nikki. My tits, my ass," I growled, pummeling my possession. She trembled, and I felt her coming for me. Damn, I'd never get tired of that. I pressed my lips to her, and slowed down to a nice steady fucking. "You're mine, Nikki."

I buried my cock in her tight little pussy, made more so by the device in her ass. I corkscrewed my hips, playing inside of her, stretching her out. My face was over hers, looking into her molten eyes. The look of adoration was almost too much to take. Nobody deserved to be gazed on that way, certainly not me. I smiled for her, developing a rocking motion, shoving hard enough at the end of each stroke to make her body shake. My lips caressed her, softly, and she returned the favor, kissing my lower lip, running her pointed little tongue across it.

"Come for me, beautiful. I love when you come."

"Lay on me. Let me feel your weight," she pleaded.

I moved my hands, stretching out on top of her, and let her hug me, taking all my weight. She gasped, and I felt her fingers digging into my skin. Her eyes closed, and her chin dropped, soft moans escaping her lips. I kept the motion nice and steady, feeling her respond. I was getting close myself, and hoped I could get her off again.

"Fuck me," she groaned.

I took that as a hint, and my hips went into overdrive, pounding her, making her shiver. "Gonna come," I groaned.

She whimpered, her arms holding me tight, her pussy driving back against my insistent thrusts. I couldn't hold it back any longer, driving deep, and staying there, pumping her full.

She cried out, her legs kicking spastically, as she joined me.

I lifted up off her a little, just enough to let her breathe easily. Her arms were determined to keep me in place. My mouth settled over hers, kissing her deeply. I lost track of all else, our mouths merging, tongues tangling, playing, teasing. We slowed, exploring each other, her hands gliding over my body, touching me reverently. 

I kissed her face all over, brushing her hair back, returning to her lips regularly, before moving on to her nose, her eyelids, her ears, her neck. I was gently licking her lips, when I felt her pussy pulsing around my cock. I raised my eyebrows, looking at her quizzically, and she grinned. I felt it again, tighter.

"You're trouble, aren't you?" I teased.

She grinned, and I sighed, as a series of pulses flowed around my cock. "Who, me?"

I stroked her slowly, and found my cock was firm, if not the hardest it had ever been. After a minute or so of playing inside her, I was back at full strength.

"Take my ass, Damon," she whispered. "It's for you. Only for you. Claim it again."

I climbed off of her, and she quickly rolled onto her knees, lifting her ass up high, her shoulders staying on the bed. The toy in her ass looked so erotic. I played with it, twisting, tugging, listening to her sweet little moans. 

"Whose ass is this?" I teased.

"Yours Damon. Only yours," she answered eagerly.

"I'm gonna fuck it now. Fuck this sweet little butthole."

She reached back and spread her cheeks for me, as I tugged the plug free. I watched in fascination as she gaped, slowly closing up.

I lubed up my cock, and rubbed the head up and down her crack. "You're a dirty girl, aren't you, Nikki?"

"For you I will be. I...I never was."

I pressed the crown against her puckered starfish. "Knock, knock," I laughed. 

"Come in," she sang sweetly.

I gave a little push, feeling the pressure around the head, and Nikki gasped, and then chuckled. "I never thought I'd like this," she said. 

"You like it?" I eased a little more into her, tiny little strokes opening her up.

"I love it. I love doing it for you. Giving my all to you."

My strokes slowed, pulling all the way out, and penetrating her all over again. The way her hole spread, tight around my shaft was mesmerizing. "I don't deserve this," I told her. "Don't deserve you."




8 Days: Day 8+ - FTDS



"I think you do, that's all that matters. Now stop playing around and own my ass!"

I laughed, pushing steadily, watching all but a couple of inches of my length disappear inside of her. A simple steady stroking eased the passage, slowly relaxing her, delving deeper. Tiny groans and grunts escaped her lips, as I buried my cock in her tight ass, each stroke pushing a little further, a little firmer, until my balls were wetly slapping against her pussy.

My hand cracked against her ass, leaving a pretty pink hand-print. My eyes were glued to the sight of my cock piercing her, penetrating, disappearing into her body. I pulled out and stopped moving. She whimpered, and with a grunt pushed herself back onto my cock.

"Get it, babe," I told her, smacking her ass again. The wave of her flesh shaking away from my hand was so pretty I did it again.

She fucked herself on my cock, adjusting her knees, wiggling her butt, until she had a nice little motion going, giving a sexy little groan each time her butt-cheeks met my hips.

I leaned over her, my chest pressed against her back, and slammed my cock up her ass, forcing her forward, down onto the bed, her legs sliding out from under her. I maneuvered one hand under her chest, reaching across her and capturing her big tit in my hand. My legs pinned her to the bed, my feet hooked inside her calves, spreading her open. She whimpered sweetly as I slid my other arm under her neck, grabbing her opposite shoulder. I held her tightly, my full weight driving her into the mattress, and started methodically pumping her rear.

Her hand clutched my arm, hanging on, as I used her hard. Each thrust forced an exhale from her, the sexy grunts endless, rhythmic, hypnotic.

My lips brushed her ear. "I love your ass, baby girl."

"(unh) Yours (unh) Daddy. (unh)"

I nibbled her earlobe, pumping her deep. "Nobody else, right, baby girl?"

"(unh) Never. (unh)"

It was a most inopportune time for the phone to ring. She groaned a long "fuuuuuck" and I released her, sitting upright. I reached across the bed and picked up her phone, handing it to her.

Nikki glanced at the screen, then picked up. "Hey Brenda," she said, trying to sound normal.

I chuckled, spreading her cheeks and slowly stroked my cock into her ass.

"Yeah, I hope you can help me," she said, suddenly gasping, as I shoved my cock in hard. "I need to get hold of Brett...Yeah, that Brett."

She glared back at me, and I smacked her bottom teasingly, but eased up, enjoying the sensation of fucking her butt.

"I know, but it's important...Uh, huh, the ones across from the mall...first building, second floor, furthest door back on your left...yeah I got it. Thanks...No, not much going on here either," she said.

That deserved a couple of nice hard strokes, making her grunt. "Yeah, that's it, I'm just getting my ass fucked off...What do you think?...Seriously...I am serious (unh)...Uh, huh...G-g-gotta go, love ya."

She looked back at me. "She didn't believe me." Her hand reached back, passing me her phone. "Take a pic."

She pulled her butt cheeks apart, walking her fingers in until they were only an inch or so from where my cock was penetrating her. I pulled out to the very edge, snapped a shot, then buried myself in her ass, and took another one. I lifted her hand off her butt and put the phone in it.

"Easy for a bit?" she asked, checking out the picture, and then playing with her phone.

She giggled and put the phone aside. "Take it, Daddy. Fuck your baby girl's ass hard."

I did as she asked, getting her going again. She was making her sweet music, egging me on, with her grunts and groans. The phone rang and she reached out, tapped it twice. "Believe (unh) me (unh) now?"

"You're seriously having sex right now?" the voice echoed loudly over the speaker.

"Butt sex."

"Damn, Nikki? Who's the lucky bastard?"

"My (unh) secret, (unh) right, Daddy?"

"That's right, baby girl," I chuckled."

"Spill, Nikki!"

"(unh) FUCK!" Nikki cried out, as I spread her cheeks and started hammering her backdoor.

I leaned over and grabbed the phone. "Say goodbye, Brenda. She's not going to be able to talk now."

"Nikki!"

"Goodbye." I ended the call. "Too distracting. I need to fuck you for real, Nikki, baby."

No more talk. I put the phone to the side, laid back on top of her, and fucked her ass as deep and hard as I could, watching her take it all in stride. It was only a couple of more minutes, when she gasped, "I'm coming!"

Her words were several strokes premature, then she was struggling underneath me, squealing beautifully, before screaming. That was something new for me. An anal orgasm. I was stunned. Feeling her so excited, wiggling, fighting, almost bucking me off, had me so turned on, it wasn't another dozen strokes before I was erupting inside her ass.

I rolled off of her, pleasantly exhausted. She was quiet for a bit, completely still. Then I watched her climb off the bed. I lost her in the bathroom for a couple of minutes, before she returned, washcloth in hand. She wiped me down, then kissed my cock lovingly, before climbing up and lying on top of me.

"I'm not too heavy, am I?" she whispered.

"Never, Nikki," I said, holding her.

"Jeez, that was intense," she sighed, hugging me tight.

"Dirty girl," I chuckled.

"As dirty as you want, Daddy."

She was a delight to hold, and she repeated the directions to the stripper's house. "It's where he lived three months ago. He probably hasn't moved. I did good, huh?"

"You did great, Nikki darling."

~ * ~ * ~

Cale stood to one side of the door, Eric on the other. I knocked loudly. I could hear movement inside, but no response for a long time. I knocked again, and heard the peeved, "I'm coming!"

I thought I'd have to bluff my way in, but the door opened without a question. I saw the bastard looking at me confused. 

"Hi Brett," I said smiling. I was enjoying the sight of his black eyes, swollen nose, and bruises.

He returned the smile automatically, until I kicked the door as hard as I could. He tumbled backward, and I saw it was kind of unfair. He was on crutches, and had a cast from his foot, halfway up his left thigh.

The asshole must have had the wind knocked out of him. How fortuitous. Cale and Eric followed me in, closing the door behind them. I grabbed his shirt and dragged him into the room.

He was gasping, trying to get his breath, fear in his eyes.

"Relax. I'm probably not going to hurt you much," I told him.

Eric's a mean son-of-a-bitch. He leaned over and triggered his taser against dickwad, making him squirm. "That was just to make sure we had your attention, and to let you know that we are serious."

We waited for a few seconds, while I squatted down next to him. "You and I are going to have a nice quiet conversation. You yell out, I'm going to re-break your leg, and kick your balls up into your chest. Nod if you understand."

He looked at the three of us, and nodded.

"Good."

"Who...who are you?" he asked.

"Really, Brett? You should make it a point to find out who you're cuckolding before you fuck a slut."

"Which?" he whined.

"Lacey. The bride-to-be. Remember her?"

He nodded. 

"Here's how it goes. I know 90% of what happened. I want to know all of it. You're going to tell me every little detail, everything. If you miss anything, we work you over for a while."

The asshole was obviously nervous, rightfully so, looking at each of us in turn.

"Cale? The acid?"

Cale passed me a clear bottle. I held it up in front of the jerk-off's eyes.

"Third strike, and nobody's ever going to want to see your scarred up face again, Brett. On a fourth one, we get to see what happens when you stick a dick in fuming sulfuric acid. Are we clear?"

He talked. Man, did he talk. Verbal diarrhea. We had to keep slowing him down, and getting him to repeat details. He confirmed Jenna's role, and the multiple bribes, Lacey's licking whipped cream off his cock. Turned out all of the fearsome foursome did, with Vicky and Stacy both taking a turn sucking him.

Asshole readily admitted to dosing Lacey with X and GHB the first night. He figured she'd need the encouragement after her slow start at the bachelorette party. I sat through his description of their first time, which seemed pretty accurate. I got to hear how he used her again, after I had left, all three holes, and how she promised him a week of whatever he wanted, all of it ending 7 days later.

"The second time?" I asked.

She had called him. He went over the problems, and for the first time started to fudge details when it came to his taking her ass for the second time. I delivered a hammer-fist to his gut. "Strike one."

He gasped, his eyes giving away his terror. He became honest, describing her issues, and the bathroom scene. He jumped ahead to her asking for it without a condom. The hammer-fist landed on his crotch, and he curled up, groaning. "Strike two, asshole. Cale, get the acid ready."

Eric tased the bastard again. "Sorry," he smirked. "I was just feeling kind of left out."

I believe he was honest with the rest of it. It matched what I'd seen, and Cale nodded to me, when he was describing his beating. 

He was practically crying. "She wanted it, man. I didn't do nothing wrong."

I rose up enough to drop a knee on his stomach, and holding it there. "You fucked another man's woman, asshole. You got off on fucking her in my bed. You told her you were going to keep fucking her, after she was married."

"She wanted it! She said she had a deal!" he whined.

"Cale."

Cale opened the bottle, and dickface started covering his face. "She did! She told me it was Ok! They both did, I swear!"

"Here's the new deal, asswipe. You ever speak to her, ever touch her, hell if you ever even see her again, I will make you regret the day you were born. Right now, me and my two buddies, we're all at a barbecue with four of our closest friends. We were never here. Do you understand?"

He nodded. 

I stood. "You fucked up asshole. Screwed with the wrong guy's woman. It's a dangerous business, messing with what's not yours. You better hope we never need to have this discussion again."

"We won't. I swear," he whined.

I got up to leave, and was a little surprised when Cale turned and kicked the guy in the nuts about as hard as he could. Asshole curled up in a ball, moaning.

"That's for the way you treated her the second time," Cale growled, then dumped his bottle all over the bastard.

It was only bleach, but it would surely stain his shirt something awful.

~ * ~ * ~

I hurried home, ready for my discussion with Lacey. I entered the house, and could smell that she'd been painting. I remembered her statement that she was going to paint the bedroom, and headed that way.

There was painting going on, but I was stunned by the painters.

Jenna saw me first, dropped her brush, and hurried over. "Heya, handsome. Put on some work duds and get with it." She gave me a big wet kiss, and a wink, like nothing had ever happened.

I was absolutely floored. Last thing I ever expected to see was those two, working side by side. Lacey gave me a big grin, strolled over and collected a big kiss. "Didn't expect to see you for a while, big guy," she said, unbuttoning my shirt. "No afternoon play-date?"

"What's going on?" I asked, still unable to comprehend the scene before me.

It was bad enough they were there, working together. On top of that, both of them were wearing my t-shirts, and not much else, besides a painter cap, with their hair tucked up out of the way.

"I told you, I was going to paint this room. I owed you that much."

I glanced over at Jenna who was back to painting the trim. Lacey grinned. "We talked. Really talked. We should have done it long ago."

She peeled my shirt off, leaving me in my undershirt. Then she was opening my pants. "Lacey..."

"Cool your jets, Damon. We don't want to mess up your good clothing." The words made sense, but her paint covered hands threatened to do exactly what she was said she wanted to prevent. I didn't stop her, and stepped out of my pants when she had them down around my ankles. She seemed disappointed to see that I didn't have an erection. She opened the fly and peeked in. "Hey buddy," she teased. "I know you're in there."

Her breath in my shorts, and her rubbing started getting results. She gave me a squeeze, then stood up. "Good. I was beginning to think you didn't like me anymore." I got another kiss. "Grab a brush. This is taking forever."

I was in a daze, completely confused. I started painting, and after a few moments wished I was anywhere but there. They were telling each other everything about me. Jenna was in rare form. It probably would have been funny, if it was about anyone but me.

"It was hilarious," she was prattling. "His first blowjob, and he's sitting on my bed, telling me every single detail. I don't think he even realized how hard his dick was, sticking up like it was. I was soaking my panties, so fucking jealous, and the fucker didn't have a clue!"

Lacey was laughing. "He tells you everything, doesn't he?"

"Every single thing. The first time he got a glimpse of your tits, it was like he hit the jackpot. Fucking insensitive creep. Describing those perfect tits, not even noticing my little mosquito bites were trying to poke a hole through my t-shirt."

"Jenna..." I said, trying to interrupt and change the subject.

"Shut up and paint, clueless. This is girl talk. Just be happy we even let you in the room. You're sooo not worthy," Jenna said. This was typical of her. Half the time we had a fight, if she was to blame, she'd start acting like nothing had ever happened, playing the best friend bit up to the hilt.

Lacey looked over her shoulder at me, winked, and lifted the bottom of her shirt, exposing her bare bottom. She was killing me.

Jenna was no better, and made a big deal of bending over at the waist to dip her brush every few seconds. Equally bare bottomed. She caught me looking. "Behave. This isn't some teenage fantasy. You're not getting a threesome."

They both laughed, and I blushed. I needed to talk to Lacey, but I was damned if I could figure out how.

I was finishing around the window, when Lacey came over and gave me a hug and a kiss. "I'm gonna start dinner. Behave yourself."

She left Jenna and me, but not before giving my aching cock a squeeze. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."

As soon as she was gone, I started in. "What's going on, Jenna?"

She put her brush down, turned and walked over to me. She pushed me down on the plastic covered bed, and straddled me. "Whatever could you mean, Damon?"

My answer was cut off with a kiss. When she let me breathe again, I continued. "You and Lacey? Chatting and painting together?"

Jenna grinned. "We needed to talk. I had to find out the truth. And I needed to confess my part."

"The truth?"

"About what she did, and why she did it. I had to know."

"Why?"

"Because I hated her, but I love you. I want you to be happy."

"You're not making any sense."

She kissed me again. "Just talk to her. I'm not going to say anything tonight. You want to talk to me about it tomorrow, that's great. But I want you to talk to her."

"God, that's all we do. We talk everything to death. It's not going anywhere."

Jenna looked serious. "Promise me. Promise me, Damon, that you'll talk to her and listen carefully. Be honest with her about everything, Ok? She fucked up big time, but I think you two need to clear up any issues you haven't resolved, and then figure out what you want."

She climbed off my lap, and before I knew it, she had fished my cock out of my boxers and was sucking it. After only a few seconds, she pulled away. "There's a hurt girl in your kitchen. Go see if you can figure out some way to put that thing to good use, while I finish up the wall-plates and start putting things away."

I found Lacey in the kitchen, and the rotten girl had tied her t-shirt up just under her breasts, leaving her naked from the tits down. Once again I was reminded of what a stunning body she had.

She grinned at me, turning to put a casserole in the oven. "An hour and 20 minutes," she said. She wiggled her ass at me. "Any ideas for what we could do in the meantime?"

She was bent over the table, my cock buried inside her pussy, happily pumping away. "I had a talk with your boyfriend."

She tensed up. "Please don't call him that. He was my mistake, not my boyfriend."

I fucked her casually, in-out, stroking that sexy body. "He drugged you the first night."

Lacey, lifted her body up, turning to look at me. "He did what?"

"Ecstasy and GHB. To loosen you up."

She pushed me away. "Can we stop a second?" She sat down, looking upset. "Fuck. No wonder I barely remember it. I thought I was just drunk."

"You guys only drank half-a-bottle of wine."

I could see her getting angrier by the second. "That son-of-a-bitch! Did Jenna put him up to it?"

"No. Your girlfriends did it the night of the party. He did it on his own, thinking he'd loosen you up."

She nodded. "I...I still probably would have done most of it, you know. That's what was going on in my head. I'm not going to lie to you, Damon."

I sat down opposite her, and took her hands in mine. "I know. He didn't give you anything the second day."

She rolled her eyes. "No shit. I remember everything about that time. Does this change anything?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm going to need some time. I still have issues with a lot of things. The whole idea that you wanted the deal in the first place. Choosing to do it in my bed. Your reaction the second day. The things you said to me. There's just so much."

She nodded. "I understand. I love you, Damon. I'm sorry that I screwed up, but if you'll give me another chance, I swear you'll never regret it."

"I can't. Not yet. I still need some time to work things out."

So we talked. Sat in the living room, all but naked, and talked. She told me about her conversation with Jenna. About Jenna's actions and apologies, while she explained what she had and hadn't done. Where we'd screwed up, as if we hadn't gone over it a dozen times already. We joked about our fantasies, and why it had taken us a year to discuss them. We cuddled, and talked, like we should have all along. I got hard for her, and she settled into my lap, facing me, riding me gently.

Jenna made an appearance, and sat down next to me. I pulled her close. "I'm sorry, Damon. I shouldn't have interfered."

"You did what you thought was best," I told her, while Lacey rocked in my lap.

"No. I was jealous. She made you happy, and I couldn't see it. I hope someday you can forgive me. It's the worst thing I've ever done, and I did it to my best friend."

"The worst thing? Does Tina Evans ring a bell? Mrs. Gilchrist? How about the Glee Club?"

She blushed. "Alright. It was a really bad thing."

I hugged her, and kissed the top of her head. "It was. I forgive you."

Jenna looked up at me, then over at Lacey. "Can you forgive her?"

I saw the nervousness, the glistening in Lacey's eyes, the hopefulness. Could I forgive her? So many damn things. I closed my eyes, and thought about what I wanted for my future. How I planned to proceed with my life. What I could live with, and how I could live with myself.

When I opened them, the tears were rolling down Lacey's eyes. I pulled her close, and kissed her lips softly. "I forgive you, Lacey. For everything. I hope you can forgive me."

She threw her arms around me, sobbing, until the kitchen timer went off.

We ate dinner together, and I fantasized about fucking both of them, while they leaned over the sink, doing the dishes together. I think I might even have gotten away with it, since officially the deal was still on. Instead, I cuddled up behind each in turn, giving them a hug and a kiss. Maybe a naughty little grope or two.




8 Days: Day 8+ - FTDS



An hour later, Jenna was gone, and Lacey was on her hands and knees. Damn, there was no two ways about it. She had the perfect ass. All I could do was sit there, caressing it, fondling, kissing. I nibbled her cheeks, took them in my hands, squeezing, feeling the firm resistance.

Bad thoughts flitted through my mind, momentarily. Why all the drama for such a simple, loving act? Instead of trying to make a deal, trading her ass for a week of freedom, why couldn't she have been honest? Come to me, told me her fears, her issues. We were still single, if she wanted to try someone new, one last time, we could have talked it out, maybe come to an agreement. 

I shook my head, banishing the distracting, and focused on those twin perfect globes. I could sense she was upset, I'm sure many of the same thoughts were bouncing through her mind. What if we had done this, the night of her bachelorette party, instead of playing stupid games.

"Shhh," I soothed her, running my hands across her pristine flesh. "I love you Lacey."

She was shaking, and I could see she was on the verge of losing it. "It should have been yours, Damon. You should have been first. I'm sorry."

Lacey was in no shape to continue, as badly as I wanted to. I gave one last peek at her glistening pucker, where she'd prepared herself for me. I pulled her down to her side, cuddling, spooning. I dragged the covers over us, and showered her neck and shoulders with little kisses.

"What happens now, Damon?" she whispered.

"Me move forward. Rebuild our friendship, take a step back from all the drama. We see what we can do about our friends. We take it a day at a time for a while. Life goes on, Lacey. I don't want it to be without you in my life."

~ * ~ * ~

I woke with a hardon, the smell of Lacey filling my head. Her rear was pressed against me, my hand on her perfect breast. The dawn light was streaming in the window, when I reached down and started rubbing my cock between her legs. She purred sweetly, lifting a leg, and I eased the head into her warm pussy. We both adjusted a little, until we had the fit all worked out, and I pumped her easily.

"G'morning," she sighed.

"Morning, beautiful."

She sighed, pushing back against me, and I closed my eyes, enjoyed being inside of her. I was half out of it, when she reached between her legs, pulled me out of her pussy, and directed the head of my cock backward just a little. I didn't say anything, accepting her gift. It took a couple of tries, but I felt myself entering her ass, slowly, feeling a lot of resistance. She moaned softly, as I entered her a fraction at a time. Lacey curled her legs forward, tightening around my cock. I leaned away from her, holding her hip, and kept the forward momentum going, pushing a bit firmer, feeling her opening up, stroking into her, until my hips met her firm ass cheeks.

It wasn't smooth going, and I felt her skin catch a couple of times, and she'd jerk away from me a bit, before forcing herself to relax, and press back against me. 

I didn't want it to be uncomfortable for her. I drew back out, kissing her hip, then climbed over her to get the lube. I lathered up my cock, kneeling behind her, loving the lines of her body, her hips laying sideways, her shoulders turned slightly downward, her legs bent, the top one slightly over the bottom. I eased my lubed up fingers into her, stretching her out a bit, playfully teasing her backdoor. My cock was achingly hard, and I pressed the head against her opening, sighing as it slid in easily.

"Mmm. Much better," she assured me, grunting softly as I drove myself into her deeper and deeper. I pulled her bottom leg down, straddled it, and started fucking her. Long, slow, deep thrusts, my hands on her hip, holding her, controlling her. I saw her hand reach between her legs, and felt her fingertips brush against my shaft. I concentrated on the moment, the feeling, fighting against any distractions, any thoughts about what had happened the week before. I stared down at her breathtaking beauty, completely mine for the moment. 

I was surprised at how excited I was becoming. My motion quickened, my thrusts firmer. She was moaning throatily, completely relaxed, letting me use her to my heart's content.

"Soon," I groaned, long-stroking her, filling her completely, over and over again.

"Come for me, lover. Fill my ass," she urged me.

My fingers dug into her flesh, as I slammed my cock home, exploding inside of her, feeling it throughout my body, from the base of my neck, down my spine, and through my spasming cock. Completely buried, it didn't stop me from trying to reach ever deeper, pushing forward with each new spurt, striving to connect just a hair more, before I was done, spent, satisfied. I leaned over her, twitching in the aftershocks, wrapping her up in my arms, kissing her shoulders, her neck. 

I would have loved to have stayed inside her forever, but the flesh was weak, and I popped out of her. I drew her into my body, hugging her, quiet. Neither of us spoke, while I held her, letting my breath slow, my hands moving slightly, content to caress her irresistible flesh.

It should have been like this all along. If not for that stupid deal.

~ * ~ * ~

We had finished dinner and dancing, and I was chasing her into our cabin, listening to her delightful laughter, proud to be with her. Our steward had already turned down the bed, the nightly chocolate on the pillow. Her teddy had been taken from the closet and was displayed on the end of the bed. We both chuckled. It was obvious which outfit John, our cabin steward preferred. It was the third time he'd laid that one out. 

Turning back to the bed, I saw her ass lifted in invitation, her dress pulled up around her waist, her hips swaying, beckoning. The inside of her thighs were wet, a combination of my teasing all night, and her choice to go out sans panties.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Punish your naughty girl," she pleaded.

I laughed, opening my pants enough to fish out my erection. "Someone's been a bad, baby girl," I teased, and thrust my cock into her hot pussy, slamming it home, making her squeal. "Bad girl. Teasing everyone, shaking those big tits, wiggling that sexy ass. Where's your panties, baby girl?"

"No panties. I have to be available to my man."

"Am I your man, Nikki?"

"As long as you'll have me, Damon. Now stop teasing me, and fuck me."

Hell, the honeymoon cruise had been paid for. I'd be a fool not to use it right? The choice was obvious.

It came down to a matter of trust. And when it was all said and done, I didn't trust any of them. Nobody except Nikki. She had been honest, on my side from the start, totally open to me, and the way she wanted me was frightening in its intensity. I knew without a doubt, she was mine, and mine alone.

Was she as beautiful as Lacey? No, to be honest she wasn't as pretty as any of them. Lacey and her crowd were all gorgeous. They were also tricky, conniving, self-centered, and used sex as a weapon. Yes, I'd forgiven Lacey, but I couldn't forget, as much as I tried.

No, Nikki wasn't in their league, beauty wise. To use Stacy's analogy, where Lacey was a 10, physically, and a 6 as a person, Nikki's body was a 7, maybe an 8, housing a 10 personality.

And in bed? Off the charts. 

The week long Caribbean cruise was our chance to see how we connected outside of the bed. I'd always liked her, and the more time I spent with her, the more amazed I was. She was still a year away from finishing her degree, but she had goals, dreams, ambitions. Unlike Lacey, whose primary ambition seemed to be find the right man to settle down with and enjoy life.

Did I love Nikki? It was too soon to tell. I loved being with her, and the sex was absolutely mind-blowing. I don't know if I loved her, but I was damned sure willing to give it a try.

I know everyone else was surprised when I took her with me on the cruise. That included Jenna, who had started hinting it would be shame to waste it, since it was paid for. I'm certain I would have had a great time with Jenna. Equally certain it would have been incredible to take Lacey with me and explore some more fantasies. Neither of which was going to happen. Too much, too soon, after the disaster of the week before.

I fucked Nikki in a frenzy, pounding a quick one into her. She came for me quickly, as she always seemed to. I kissed her bottom, and tugged her dress into place. "They're going to be looking for us."

She giggled, wiggling her dress into place, and checking her hair in the mirror. "Happier now?"

"Ecstatic."

"Mmm. That was just an appetizer. We don't have to meet them, you know."

"An hour. Free champagne and caviar? Don't you want to give it a try?"

"As long as you're with me, I'll give anything a try. Even stinky fish eggs."

"Keep the teasing to a minimum. You had those men tenting their pants every time they came back off the dance floor."

"Like those women weren't all over you? 'Oh, Damon!' she purred, rubbing against me, like our new friends had.

"Jealous?"

"Always. I know it's just for fun. And I get to reap the rewards, you nasty horndog."

I pulled her into my arms, kissing her deeply. "Sexiest girl on the ship," I told her.

She blushed. "I'm glad you think so. I love you, Damon."

I imagined she was eagerly waiting a statement in kind. It was too early yet. I loved being with her, and loved the sex. In time, I believed it was likely I'd feel comfortable, echoing her sentiments. But for now, it was time to explore our compatibility. On a scale of 1 to 10, it was currently running around 11. I felt good about our chances.

I was moving on.

Epilogue:

I was laying in bed, exhausted. Completely and utterly wiped out. I kissed the top of Nikki's head where it rested on my chest. "One week to go. I hope you don't have any special 'deals' you plan to spring on me," I teased.

The hand slapping my chest landed with a sharp crack. "Don't be an asshole, fuckwad. You know you never had it so good."

"Leave him alone, Jenna," Nikki giggled. "As a matter of fact I do have a deal for him."

"No fucking way, Nikki!" my BFF snapped. "Don't even start!"

I hugged Jenna close, my hand settling over her naked ass, giving it a squeeze. "Hush, trouble." I turned to Nikki. "What kind of deal?"

"I know I said this would be our last time playing with Jenna. We've talked about fidelity, and what it means to us. You know I'd never cheat on you, don't you?"

"As surely as I know anything."

"You would never cheat on me, right?"

"Of course not. Why would I? I love you, Nikki. Everything about you. Not to mention, making love to you is the best there ever was."

She giggled. "I know. I never, ever expected it to be like it is with you." She kissed my chest, her hand gliding down my body. "I want us to keep Jenna."

"We talked about this," I reminded her.

"I know. But she's different. Nobody else, ever. Just Jenna." She crawled up and kissed me. "We both love her to death. Best friend to both of us. She's been with us from the very first."

Jenna had gotten quiet. "No, Nikki. We had our fun. It's incredible, and I love being with you guys, but now you're going to be married. It's time for me to bow out. We'll always be best friends. Just no more fuck-buddies."

Nikki pouted. "I know we're all trying to do what's right. But I think it's silly. We love being together. All three of us. Damon and I both know how you feel about us. You'd never steal him from me, or me from him. I don't want you to live with us, or make any kind of weird poly household. But anytime we feel like extending an evening of fun into the bedroom, I don't want to feel weird about it. Let's not count it out. That's all."

I hugged Jenna closer. It had taken several months before she and I were back to ourselves, the rift between us healed. She was still my Jenna, my best friend, outside of Nikki. We spent more time than ever together, and at least one night a week, she'd spend the night. I noticed that her dating had curtailed off a lot in the last year.

"What do you think, honestly, Jenna-bear? In your heart, what do you want?"

She was quiet. "I don't want to mess things up for you," she whispered. "I love you both too much."

"What part of best-friends forever don't you understand?" I teased. I pulled her close, and laughed at her squealing, as I rolled with her, placing her between Nikki and I. "She's yours, Nikki. As long as you want to include her. Nobody else, you understand?"

She giggled. "Of course not, silly." She had her arms wrapped around Jenna, hugging her, kissing her. "There would be no us, if not for her, remember?"

I kissed my fiancée, our mouths only inches away from our best-friend's. It became a three way kiss, and I felt Nikki's hand next to mine, between Jenna's legs. 

"Remember Valentine's day?" Nikki whispered. I felt Jenna tremble, and a little whimper escaped her lips, as Nikki's finger joined mine inside of our friend. "I want to do it again."

"Get the handcuffs." I guess I wasn't as exhausted as I thought.

~ * ~ * ~

It was her wedding day. She'd struggled to lose the 20 lbs to fit into her dress. We'd worked outt together, and I was feeling better about myself as well, having lost two belt notches of my own.

I saw her walking down the aisle. It was her day, and she was gorgeous. The prettiest girl in the building, with a lot of competition. I looked across the way, and saw Jenna, Nikki's maid of honor, smiling at me. She gave me a wink. Lacey was standing just beyond her, as gorgeous as ever, even in that ridiculous bridesmaid dress.

I smiled as my eyes swept over my ex-fiancée's swollen belly. Cale had been relentless, going after her once given the chance. When she'd found out his response to the asshole stripper's treatment of her, she'd given him an opportunity, and within the year, I was at the altar with him, watching Lacey walk down the aisle, standing one position over from where I'd thought I'd have been, when she made that walk.

The ninth day of our deal, had been the last time I'd been with her. Our wedding day. I still cared for her, maybe even loved her a little. We'd had our chance, and muffed it. I wasn't complaining. I landed on both feet.

Nikki's father escorted her the last few feet, lifted her veil, and kissed her on the cheek. Nikki and I locked eyes, and I smiled. It had been slow getting here, I'd been nervous, cautious, burnt once. But there's something about the love of a good woman.

It had been 8 days of heaven and hell. Eight days that destroyed a relationship, and brought my soul-mate into my life. The only person I'd ever felt as close to as my friend Jenna, someone I could trust with my life. The woman I loved with all my heart, and would gladly spend the rest of my life with. The girl that made me deliriously happy.

I wouldn't recommend my path to happiness to anyone else, but it worked for me. And I guess it worked for Lacey, although at the time she seemed like she'd never get over it. It's a strange thing, we're all friends now, Lacey and Jenna nearly as close as Jenna and Nikki. Almost, but she doesn't get to play with us, and I don't regret it. Not for a moment. I have great memories, and that's enough for me.

"I do," Nikki said, gazing lovingly into my eyes. That look she reserved only for me.

"And do you..." I didn't hear the words. All I was aware of was the promise in her eyes. A promise of a lifetime of happiness. She gave my hand a squeeze, and mouthed 'I do'.

"I do!" I said, realizing they were waiting for me.

"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride."

I pulled my love into my arms, and kissed her deeply, ignoring the clapping and whistles. I hugged her. "I'm not wearing panties," she whispered in my ear.

Any question why I love this girl?

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

I couldn't do it. I wanted to burn Lacey, when I first read the story, but I just couldn't do it, once the characters played themselves out. I went with the 'everyone lives happily ever after'. Sue me.



8 Days



"Okay," he continued, his tone shifting to one of positivity. "You know what. Let's make the best of this. Tonight's your bachelor party, and it's going to be epic!"

"Sure, sure," I agreed, although I had a hard time getting excited. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

"So when are you going out?" Lacey asked as I stood in front of the mirror, applying the last finishing touches to my hair. 

"Cale should be here any minute to pick me up," I explained as she watched me from the bathroom door with vested interest. 

"Where are you going?" she asked. 

"I have no idea," I replied truthfully as I gave myself a final look before flipping off the light. "It's supposed to be a surprise."

"Oh," she said, sounding somewhat disappointed. "Well...when do you think you'll be back?"

"Probably pretty late." 

I walked into the kitchen, grabbing my keys off the counter before sliding open one of the drawers. 

"Hey Lace!" I called out, rummaging through the drawer. "Do you have any gum?" 

"Umm, yeah, I think so," she called back from the bedroom. "Check my purse." 

I located my fiancé's purse and began rifling through, searching for a pack of gum when I found something that caught my eye. I closed my fingers around it and pulled out a white business card with what seemed to be a picture of a naked man on the front. I quickly realized that it was from the strip club that Lacey had been to the night before. I dropped it back into the cluttered handbag, but as the card fell, it flipped over to reveal something else that caught my eye. On the back of the card was the name "Brett" with what plainly appeared to be a phone number. I held the small paper card in my hand for a moment as my mind processed what I had just discovered. 

"Did you find it?" 

I dropped the card back into the Lacey's purse as soon as I heard my girlfriend's voice re-emerge from the bedroom. 

"Uh...yeah, I...got it. Thanks." 

As I turned to see Lacey make her way into the living room and slump down on the couch in front of the TV, I watched her to look for any sign that she may have made plans. She was wearing a pair of pink sweatpants and hoodie, with her hair tied back in a pony tail. For the first time since as long as I could remember, she wasn't even wearing makeup. 

"Do...you have any plans tonight?" I asked, pacing slowly as I waited for my friend's arrival. 

"Nope," she answered. "I'm just going to stay in and watch a movie." 

Before I could ask another question, the blaring of a car horn sounded out over the noise of the TV. I said goodbye, and headed out the door, eager to begin my bachelor party. 

My bachelor party turned out to be, in a word, a disaster. After picking up a couple friends we headed to a lounge for a few drinks, where Cale got into a fight one of the other patrons. After getting kicked out, we went to a strip club, where we my friends had reserved a VIP room. The dancers assigned to our little room were not the most attractive however, making the whole experience somewhat unpleasant. We decided to cut our losses and head to a nightclub, where Cale insisted I could make good on my fiancé's agreement. On route we ran into a police roadblock, throwing yet another monkey wrench into our plans. Even though Cale came in under the limit when subjected to the breathalyser, the police saw fit to issue a twenty-four hour suspension and the car was towed. A couple of the guys insisted on continuing the night, but by then I was cold sober and just wanted to go home. We said our goodbyes and I began the thirty minute walk back to my house. 

After the lengthy walk, I strolled down my street, my feet burning from the dress shoes I had chosen to wear. As I neared the house Lacey and I rented however, I noticed a little red sports car in the driveway. My heart dropped immediately and I froze in place as I studied the vehicle for any sign of recognition. Although I secretly hoped that it belonged to one of Lacey's friends, I didn't recognize it at all. My thoughts kept coming back to that business card in her purse as I cautiously made my way towards the house. 

As I came up to the car, I began to look for any sign that would tell me who it belonged to. Aside from a gym bag in the back seat however, the vehicle was spotless. Continuing on my way, I opted not to go through the front door, instead choosing to go around back. As I stepped around to the side of the house, I noticed that the small window looking down into our bedroom was open and the light was on. For safety reasons, the window was able to open only a few inches but we usually kept it closed. Lacey liked to have it open during the night, because our bedroom tended to get quite hot. 

Slowly I crept towards the small window as my heart began to race. As I drew near, I took one final deep breath before crouching down and peering through the screen down into our bedroom. 

Then I felt my heart drop. 

Seated on my bed with his back to me was a naked man. He was leaning back, supported by his arms as if waiting for something. I couldn't see his face but his body looked extremely tanned and muscular, with short dark hair and a tattoo across his shoulders. My girlfriend was nowhere to be seen, but I did notice two half empty wine glasses seated on the bedside table. As I continued to watch with interest, he turned his head to look at something, giving me a partial view of his face. I recognized him from the picture on the business card in Lacey's purse. 

"Brett," I muttered to myself in disgust. 

I was beginning to wonder where my fiancé was when I heard her whimsical voice call out from another room.

"Ready?"

I settled down into a more comfortable position as I continued to watch with interest. A few seconds later, Lacey appeared in the bedroom doorway, dressed only in a pair of thigh high, black sheer stockings. 

"Is this what you like?" she asked the man on the bed as she assumed a provocative pose in display of her naked body and sexy leg-wear. 

"Uh huh," he answered simply as he raised his hand and motioned her to come closer. 

Lacey smiled and dropped to her hands and knees, crawling across the bedroom floor like a cat with a wide, beaming smile plastered across her beautiful face. 

"Lie down," she suggested as she neared the naked man, looking up into his eyes with a look of pure, animalistic lust. 

Brett did as she said, lying back on the bed as my girlfriend admired his tanned, hairless body. It was then that I realized Lacey's reasoning for suggesting our little "deal." She had already set up her clandestine rendezvous, prior to suggesting it to me! I seethed with anger, but remained quiet as I watched events unfold. 

Lacey promptly joined him on the bed, flipping a leg over his head to settle her pussy down onto his face in a sexy sixty nine position. Her perfect face flashed with sensuality as she felt his lips between her legs and she lowered herself down to his waiting cock. I swallowed hard as I took in the unbearable sight of another man's dick in my fiancé's mouth as her soft, pouty lips slid down his thick shaft. I looked down to see Brett's face buried in between her thighs, his mouth sucking at her hairless pussy as she encouraged him with appreciative, lusty moans. Her head dipped and dove on his upwards pointing cock as her soft, gorgeous lips travelled the length of his shaft. 

"Oh yeah," he gasped, sucking at her rosy lips, moaning into her hole as she rode his face. 

The bobbing of Lacey's head produced a wet, slurping sound as she purred around his girth. Brett then reached down and placed his palm at the back of her head, urging her to take him deeper as he began pumping upwards into her open mouth. Gasping with pleasure, she lifted her lips from his cock, stroking his shaft as she let a thick droplet of saliva drip down onto her pumping fist.

"Mmmm, I love your cock," she moaned as she stroked him, gazing with admiration at his long, wet pole. "I want it inside me."

Lacey lifted her dripping pussy off his face, leaving his smiling visage glazed with her juices as she crawled down his naked body. Switching positions, she turned to face him as she hovered over his dick, reaching down to lift it upwards to meet her descending hole. 

"Oooooh, yessssss," she exclaimed, her voice dripping with sluttiness as her body came to rest on his, with his long, hard cock planted deep inside her. 

Pangs of jealously wracked my body as I watched my future wife ride the male stripper's naked, chiselled body. Brett's hands continued to explore her body, groping wantonly at her large, heaving breasts as she bounced atop his dick. 

"Do you like fucking that little wet pussy?" she asked, gazing down into his face. 

Her filthy words surprised me, as Lacey had never been a fan of dirty talk. 

"I fucking love it," he replied, his hand dropping down to guide her hips along his shaft. "And I love fucking you in your boyfriend's bed."

"Ohhh, you're a dirty boy," she squealed, leaning back to fit more of his cock inside her. "Does that turn you on? You like fucking me in my fiancé's bed?"

"Yes," he gasped, his hands clutching her hips forcefully as he added a few upward thrusts into her writhing body. 

"Mmmm," she purred. "It turns me on too. It makes me feel like such a dirty little slut."

Brett smiled. 

"You like being a dirty little slut?"

"Yes! I love it. I want to be your dirty little slut!"

My mouth dropped open in amazement as I listened to Lacey's continual barrage of filthy comments. I had used the word "slut" once during sex and I had ended up sleeping on the couch. 

"Make me your dirty whore," she continued, her nails clawing at his chest. "Do whatever you want to me!"

"You want me to do whatever I want to you?" Brett clarified, his face lightening with optimistic excitement. 

"Yes! I want you to use me! I want you to own me!"

Brett grabbed her thick, curvy ass and raised his torso off the bed before flipping Lacey onto her back, his cock still firmly buried inside her insatiable pussy. With her legs spread wide, he pounded his dick into her with forceful, plunging thrusts as she howled with enjoyment. His muscular ass flexed with every descent, filling my girlfriend's hungry hole with the entire length of his shaft. 

After a few more minutes of savage fucking, Brett pulled his wet cock out of my fiancé and backed up off of the bed. 

"Come here," he ordered, reaching down to grab her hair as he urged her back up onto her hands and knees. 

Relishing in the rough treatment, Lacey obediently complied, perching herself at the edge of the bed as Brett rested a hand at the back of her head and guided his swaying cock towards her waiting face. She reached up and grabbed the base of his shaft as she looked up lovingly into his eyes, her tongue swirling around his bulbous head. As she bathed his tip with soft wet licks, she smiled warmly before sucking him deep into her welcoming mouth. Brett moaned with bliss as he held her head in place and began gently pumping his hips, her cheeks bulging with every rhythmic thrust as he sent his dick sliding into her mouth. 

Giving herself over to him, my girlfriend closed her eyes in passive enjoyment as she allowed him to use her open mouth for his personal pleasure. As his length disappeared past her lips, he butted into the back of her throat, Lacey struggling not to gag from the sensation. He then withdrew his cock from my fiancé's gaping maw and I could see a thin line of spittle glisten in the lamplight as it stretched between her lips and his dick. He allowed her a quick breath before pushing back into her gasping mouth, drool leaking lewdly from around his thrusting shaft, dribbling down her chin as he proceeded to fuck her face. 

Again, I was surprised. Lacey had always shown a sensitive distaste for oral sex, but there she was on her hands and knees as Brett obscenely pleasured himself between her open lips. 

Lacey pulled back, panting as sticky strands of spittle dangled from her parted lips. Rising up, she allowed him to grasp her hair and pull her face to his in a wet, lustful kiss as she reached desperately for his cock. As she wrapped her hand around his shaft, she stroked his dick with her engagement ring sparkling in the dim light. My girlfriend then fed his fat cock back into the back of her throat as he reached down her body to test the firmness of her supple ass with frantic gropes. Brett then slid his hand down in between her fleshy cheeks, wetting his finger in her pussy before stroking it back up over her exposed asshole. Lacey moaned as she felt his probing finger slide easily into her tiny hole, hooking her and pulling her back onto his dick. 

"I hope you know I'm going to fuck this tight little ass of yours," he commented, smiling as his meaty finger dug deeply into her tightening star. 

I froze as I waited for my fiancé to refute his claim. As his dick slipped from her dripping wet lips, she looked up into his face with naughty grin. 

"I told you that you can do whatever you want to me."

My blood boiled with anger as I continued to watch my future wife submit to Brett's every whim. Her virgin ass, long denied to me, was now offered to some sleazy stripper as he smiled down with smug satisfaction. 

"Turn around," he ordered, giving her a firm slap on the ass. "I want to fuck you from behind."

Lacey immediately spun around and crawled towards the center before arching her back in presentation of her lusciously curvaceous backside. Brett crawled up behind her and planted his face into her exposed pussy as she let out periodic moans of encouragement. With her mouth open in silent pleasure, she lowered her face to the mattress as her honey blonde hair fell across her tightly closed eyes. 

"Fuck me!" she begged, as he rose up behind her. "Fuck me from behind like a dirty little whore."

Rising up to a quadruped position, Lacey swept her hair from her face as she prepped herself for the impending penetration. She then pressed her teeth down atop her bottom lip, taking a deep breath in through her nose as his dick parted her soft folds. Then he was inside her. My girlfriend moaned with satisfaction as his cock filled her tight pussy and immediately increased his pace as he fucked her from behind. 

"Yeah. Give me that fucking dick!" she ordered in between blissful pants. 

With every slap of his thighs against her rippling ass, her arousal visibly increased until her face became a mask of unbridled ecstasy. Lacey's cumbersome backside wiggled with his rhythmic thrusting as she groaned blissfully in response. 

"Yes," she exclaimed as she tossed her head back. "Keep fucking me like that!"

She then clamped her lips shut in an expression of aggressive emotion as she bobbed her ass back on his dick. Brett reached out and grabbed her roughly by the hair, forcing her downward as he slammed into her pussy with authoritarian fervour. Her body lurched with every thrust, the bed shaking as he pinned face against the mattress. His thick cock continued plunging in and out, jostling her ample ass with each and every stroke until she became pinned flat against the bed. With his legs straddling hers, she writhed into the sheets, her body shuddering from the barrage of short, quick thrusts. 

As Brett paused to take a much needed breath, he pulled out and rolled Lacey onto her side, folding her top leg up against her stomach before sliding back inside her. She looked back at him, watching his face with interest as she lightly stroked her finger over her virgin asshole. 

"Yeah, stick your finger up your ass," he ordered, pumping his thick cock into her pussy with lack of restraint. 

Lacey smiled and pushed her tip past her muscular ring as he watched the lewd spectacle with increasing obsession. 

"Is this what you like?" she asked softly, sinking her tiny finger right into her tight little asshole. 

"Yes," he groaned in response, leaning low to kiss her with his dick planted deep inside her as she purred with delight. 

"Do you want this ass?" she asked with an inviting, sensual tone. "I want you to take it. Take my virgin asshole."

Brett pulled his dick back out of her soaking wet hole and stroked himself as Lacey pulled her top cheek upwards in obscene invitation, offering her orifice to his throbbing cock. My gaze was locked on my fiancé's much coveted hole as another man prepared to take her anal virginity in plain view of my prying eyes. Her eyes then closed and her mouth opened, panting with pleasure as his cock pierced her tiny star and proceeded to sink inside her supple ass. Inch by inch, his glistening pole disappeared into my girlfriend's squirming body. 

Not wasting any time, he then laid his hands upon her large, fleshy cheek and pumped his hips back and forth, sending his cock deep into Lacey's ass with each increasing stroke. 

"Fuck yes," she urged with wanton desperation. "Take it. Take my fucking ass!"

Her hands clawed at the bed sheets with lustful agony as he continued to pleasure himself in my girlfriend's virgin asshole. 

"You like that, you dirty little bitch?" Brett hissed, violating her most private hole with unabashed enthusiasm. "You like my fucking cock up your ass?" 

"Yessss," she squealed, urging him onward with her salacious panting taunts. "I love it. Make me your bitch! I'm so fucking dirty!"

From my vantage point I could see my fiancé's tiny hole tightly hugging his plunging rod as he ravaged her with complete lack of regard. Harder and harder, he fucked her as my eyes widened with astonishment. I fully expected her to beg him to slow down, but instead she prodded him to increase his efforts. 

"Slap me!" she ordered, gritting her teeth with intensity. "Slap my face while you fuck my ass!"

"SLAP!"

I flinched as Brett's open hand struck my future wife across the cheek. Again, without question he hit her as her eyes glazed over with a lustful intensity I had never before witnessed. 

"Who's ass is this?" he asked, grabbing her roughly around the front of the neck as his dick continued to plumb her depths with deep, ravaging strokes. 

"Yours!" Lacey gasped as his grip tightened around her throat. "It's your ass!"

"That's right," he agreed, watching with pleasure as her face turned red from lack of oxygen. "And I can have it whenever I want!"

"Yes!" she agreed emphatically as he released his grip on her neck and grabbed her hair, sinking his cock inside her asshole with a particularly forceful thrust. "You own my ass! Take it! Use me! Use my fucking asshole!"

Taken aback by the depravity of my girlfriend's filthy language, I continued to stare wide eyed as Brett subjected her sensitive orifice to a continual barrage of lust driven thrusts, while she screamed and begged for more. 

"Are you going to cum in my slutty little ass?" she moaned, her urgent voice broken by ecstatic pants. 

"Do you want me to?" Brett shot back as his body began to tense. 

"Yes!" she begged. "I want it! I want your cum inside me!"

His strokes grew more frantic as his face took on an appearance of intense concentration. I knew what was going to happen. He was going to cum in my fiancé's ass. 

"Ughhh," he groaned as his hips lurched forward hammering Lacey's butt with three short, quick thrusts as she tossed her head back with satisfied pleasure, feeling his hot cum flooding the inside of her freshly reamed hole. 

Brett gave her a few more slow, wet strokes as his creamy white fluids began to seep out from around his withdrawing cock. As he slipped free, his dick swung down between his legs, followed by a trickle of warm fluid that dribbled out of Lacey's asshole down her luscious cheek and onto the bed. 

I stood up and staggered backwards, overwhelmed by the slutty scene I had just witnessed. My mind was a confused mixture of jealousy and arousal. I felt betrayed, but also angry at myself for not seeing this coming when I had agreed to Lacey's deal. She had given her ass to another man. A sexual act she had promised to me in return for allowing her one final week of freedom. I was fuming with anger and dying to get even in some way.




8 Days



And I knew just how to do it. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

"Damon?" 

Jenna held the door open before me with a surprised expression as I stood in the hallway outside her apartment. She looked as though she was just about to go to bed, dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tank top with her hair tied back in a ponytail. 

"What are you doing h...," 

Her words were cut off as I stepped forward to kiss her, awkwardly pressing my lips to hers as she stumbled back with astonishment. 

"Okay," she said, holding her arms up before her. "What the hell is going on?"

"I think we should fuck," I stated plainly, stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind me. 

Jenna just stood there wide eyed as I awaited her response. 

"You think we should...?"

"Fuck."

"Fuck?"

"Yes."

"What about princess Lacey?" she asked snidely, placing her hands on her hips. 

"Forget about her. Do you want to do this or not?"

"Wow. You really know how to charm a girl huh?" 

My angry expression softened as my friend looked up at me with her adorable smile. I took a deep breath, removed my jacket and began to explain the situation. We both sat down in the living room and had a drink as I told the entire story. At first, Jenna was surprised and perhaps a bit offended. But, as I expected, she soon jumped at the chance to help me get back at her arch nemesis. 

"What a fucking bitch!" Jenna exclaimed after hearing my woeful tale. "I always knew she was a heartless cunt, but I never thought she would do something like that." 

"Well, I did agree to the...,"

"Stop it right there!" she said with wave of her hand. "Stop sticking up for her." 

I smiled and sat back in a relaxed pose as Jenna stood up in front of me. 

"I'm in," she said adamantly. 

"What do you mean you're in?" I asked, perplexed as her lip curled into her usual smile. 

"I'm going to help you," she explained. "I'm going to give you the best sex you're ever had. When I'm finished with you, you won't even remember that bitch or her stripper boyfriend."

I smiled as she stepped towards me, a mischievious glint in her dark, sexy eyes. Before I knew what was happening, she dropped to her knees before me and reached for my flye. She unzipped my pants and immediately began to wrestle with them as I raised my hips in assistance. Pulling them off, she reached for my underwear as I took the liberty of removing my shirt. 

"I've been wanting to do this for such a long time," she uttered, tossing my boxers aside as she knelt before my naked body. "Just sit back and relax."

I took a deep breath as my best friend reached out with her delicate hand and took a hold of my dick, gripping it gently as it began to grow to life under her touch. With one more look up into my eyes, she lowered her head into my lap and flicked her little pink tongue out to tease my tip with short, nimble licks before wrapping her lips around my head. I moaned as Jenna slipped her lips down further, her tongue swirling around as she descended on my growing pole. As her hand began to pump up and down, her mouth complimented her stroking by bobbing back and forth, taking me deeper with each plunge. 

"You're really good at this," I gasped, overwhelmed by my friend's oral talents. 

Jenna's eyes drifted upwards, flashing me an appreciative glance before lowering her face and pressing her warm tongue into my balls. Her hand continued to stroke my wet shaft as she lapped at them with soft, moist licks and then sucked them into her pretty mouth. I shifted in my seat as she cradled my sac with her mouth, wetting it thoroughly before letting pop free with a playful smile. 

"Do you like having your balls licked?" she asked, her small fist pumping up and down along my shaft.

I nodded.

"What else do you like?" she asked, dipping the tip of her tongue into the end of my dick, tasting the dewy droplet of precum that had formed there. 

"Everything," I moaned, as she smiled and ran her tongue back down my rigid pole. 

Urging me to slide forward, she then dropped lower, sucking at my balls once again before sliding her tongue underneath to tease the small sensitive patch of skin below. I moaned with encouragement as Jenna continued to explore my body with her busy lips. I could feel her little wet tongue lashing out under my balls as she prompted me to lift my legs and slide further still towards the edge of the sofa. 

"Yes...," I muttered with eyes closed as Jenna's tongue touched my asshole for the first time. 

Encouraged by my gasping response, she circled my tight little ring with slow, gliding licks before planting a soft kiss right on my ass. The sensation was incredible and I could barely withhold my enthusiasm as she purred into my hole, stabbing it with soft, lustful jabs. 

"You like that?" she asked, licking her thumb and massaging it into my ass as she smiled up into my bewildered face with a look of sensual intensity. 

"Fuck yes!" I gasped, placing my hand at the back her head and gently guiding her smiling face back into my ass. 

Jenna let out a giggle that soon became muffled as she resumed tonguing my hole with pleasing, wet licks. For the next few minutes she alternated between my ass, balls and dick, treating me to the most mind blowing oral experience I had ever had. At one point, she ever probed my tight little asshole with her finger as she clamped her lips down around my swollen head and pumped my shaft with furious intent. I could feel my climax approaching, but closed my eyes in an attempt at holding off in order to prolong the indescribable pleasure. Slipping her finger from my ass, she quickly replaced it with her tongue, stabbing it in as far as she could before bobbing her head back and forth. Overcome with desire, I grabbed my cock and began to stroke myself as Jenna tongue fucked my asshole, her hands pushing my legs up as far as she could. Faster and faster, my hand pumped, causing my aching balls to bounce against her face as her little wet tongue probed with unabashed intent. As I reached the point of no return, my body convulsed and my asshole clenched as a fountain of creamy, white cum erupted from my dick, arcing into the air before splashing down onto my hand. As I kept stroking and contracting, the hot fluid flowed down over my knuckles, forming an alabaster rivulet that dripped down over my ass. Jenna's tongue lapped at the jism as it trickled over my asshole, catching all she could with her hungry little mouth before running her tongue up over my balls. My shaking hand remained clutching my pulsing cock as she kissed and licked my fingers, sucking up any stray drops she found there. 

"We should go to the bedroom," she suggested, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Nikki will be home soon. "

I agreed and immediately began to gather up my clothes as Jenna skipped into the bedroom. I had almost forgot that she had a roommate, since she was rarely ever there. 

As I stepped into her bedroom, I tossed my armload of clothing on the floor and closed the door behind me. I moved up behind Jenna and grabbed her around her slender waist, lifting her nubile body into the air and tossing her playfully on the bed. 

"Hey," she giggled as she bounced onto the bed. "What do you think you're doing?"

As she rose up to her hands and knees in an effort to crawl away from me, I grabbed her by an ankle and yanked her back towards me. Kicking and struggling, she writhed under me as I took her by the waist and sipped her loose fitting sweat pants down over her hips exposing her tiny round ass to my hungry eyes. 

"Oooh, no panties!" I chirped, eyeing her smooth, white cheeks as she reached back laughing. "You naughty little slut." 

Pinning her flat against the bed, I lowered my face and bit into the tender flesh of her ass as she squirmed from the sensation. 

"Mmmm," she purred as my playful biting turned to a soft kiss, my lips caressing the tiny red mark I had just left on her skin. 

As I continued to cover her taut little backside with hungry kisses, Jenna's back arched as she lifted her ass upwards into my face. Holding her firmly around the hips, I slipped my tongue down in between her firm little cheeks, teasing her asshole with sensual, wet licks. 

"Fuck yes," she gasped, reaching back to claw at my hair as my tongue dug into her clenching butt hole with enthusiastic thrusts. 

My fingers quickly found her moist slit and I slipped two inside, pushing them deep inside her as my wriggling attacked her ass with lustful, wet lashes. Pulling my juice covered digits from her tight little hole, I stroked them over her ass, coating it with her sweet nectar before licking it clean. 

As my unabashed oral assault continued, my dick slowly regained its former strength until I could withhold my craving no longer. Pulling Jenna's hips upwards, I climbed onto the bed behind her and pressed my swollen tip into her dewy opening. She let out a brief gasp as I parted her soft, pink lips and buried my cock inside her. 

"Eghhh," she peeped as I slid in up to my balls, causing her slender body to buck forward under the force. 

I revelled in the unbelievable tightness of my friend's pussy as she enveloped my plunging pole. My hands gripped her tiny ass, holding her steady as I began driving into her with lust-driven lack of restraint. 

"Fuck yes," Jenna squealed with a high pitched, child like tone a she reached both hands downwards.

One of her skinny arms reached under her body, feeling my thrusting, wet shaft before pressing into her clit and rubbing with frantic intent. Her other reached back and slipped in between her cheeks, massaging her asshole with firm but gentle motions. I looked down at her nimble fingers as my hips butted repeatedly into her ass, my balls slapping her wet pussy with each stroke. 

Reaching down I grabbed her tiny hand and brought it to my mouth, sucking her middle finger between my lips before placing it back at her ass. With her digit now dripping wet, I prompted her to slip it into her little pink hole as I watched with delight. Jenna's tiny ring hugged her finger as she pushed it easily inside, pumping it in and out as my dick filled her pussy with each thrust. 

"Do you want my ass?" she asked with a moaning, breathy gasp. 

"Yes," I answered promptly, driving her hips down into the bed. 

"Okay," she returned, looking back at me with a playful grin. "Get the lube. It's in the drawer. In the night table."

I pulled my dick from her inviting embraces of my friend's hot little hole and scrambled over to retrieve the lubricant. Sliding the drawer open, I was taken aback by the selection of sex toys and paraphernalia that filled the small space. Making a mental note to question Jenna about her naughty little toy box, I grabbed the lube and climbed back onto the bed. 

Jenna's ass was raised into the air with two fingers now buried inside her clenching hole. I urged her to continue as I popped the top on the tube and drizzled the clear liquid down around her wriggling fingers. As her tiny pink hole began to glisten with a slippery sheen, she slipped her fingers out and pulled her ass wide in shameless invitation. 

"Do it," she urged, her voice shaking with anticipation. "Put it in my ass."

Gripping my base to squeeze as much blood into my aching shaft as I could, I aimed my quivering dick into her enticing little star and began to push. Jenna's pursed lips emanated a subtle purring sound as her asshole slowly parted around my pushing cock. My bulbous head slipped inside and her muscular ring clenched around my shaft. I waited a few seconds before proceeding, cautiously sinking my length into her greedy little hole. 

"Fuck yes," she exclaimed, howling into the sheets as her smooth little tunnel accepted every inch of my descending cock. "That's soooo fucking good."

"You like getting fucked in the ass?" I asked, leaning over her prone body as I began to inch my dick back and forth in her butt. 

"I love it," she purred in response as her hips began to slowly sink back into the bed under the weight of my thrusting body. 

As she came to lay flat against the mattress, I had to push harder against her firm little ass to get more of my cock inside her intoxicating orifice. I started to grind my hips into her taut flesh as she squirmed underneath me. I reached up and grabbed her wrists, pinning her hands to the bed as I laid my chest against her back. I could smell her hair as I pressed my face against hers, breathing harshly into her ear as I gyrated into her ass. 

"We should have done this a long time ago," I whispered with my dick firmly embedded in her spasming anal hole. 

"Mmmm, I know."

"Where do you want me to cum?" I asked, feeling my orgasm approaching as Jenna pushed her ass back into my gyrating hips. 

"Where did Lacey take it?" she replied, her eyes closed in pleasure. 

"In her ass," I whispered, my mind racing back to my fiancé's naughty tryst. 

"Mmmm," Jenna purred in response. "That's what I want! I want my ass filled with cum just like your whore girlfriend."

I wasn't sure if she was trying to turn me on or provoke me, but she succeeded at doing both. I began thrusting harder into Jenna's asshole as her moaning turned into a series of groaning shrieks.

"Come on," she urged. "Use me! Use me just like that stripper used your future wife."

Overcome with lust, I grabbed her hair hard and drove forcefully into her ass as my balls contracted and a thick load of hot cum began to spilling into her clenching hole. As the warm spurts splashed inside her, I continued thrusting until the increased sensitivity became too much and I was forced to cease. I remained lying atop Jenna's panting body as I felt my cock wilting inside her squeezing asshole. 

Rising up, her ass expelled my flaccid dick and I fell to the mattress beside her as she looked into my face with an expression of contentment. I laid my arm across her back and closed my eyes with relaxation as I drifted off to sleep. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I awoke early in the morning and left without waking Jenna, silently gathering my strewn clothing and tip toeing out of her apartment. When I arrived home, Lacey was nowhere to be found. I assumed she was at the gym, since she had been working out most mornings since our engagement. I took a shower and then inspected the bedroom for any sign of her recent sexual encounter, but it appeared she had removed any evidence. The sheets had been changed, the dishes were washed and her black stockings were tucked away neatly in her underwear drawer. It was as if nothing had happened. 

I lay down and turned the TV on, soon drifting off to sleep on the sofa. I awoke a few hours later to the sound of the front door slamming shut and my fiancé humming whimsically to herself as she strolled through the house. I got up and walked into the kitchen, noticing a few shopping bags sitting on the table. 

"Lace?" I called out, looking over at the bags. 

"Oh hey hon," she called out from the bathroom in a remarkably cheerful voice. "How was the bachelor party?" 

"Oh, not great," I answered, opening one of the bags and looking inside. 

My mouth fell open with surprise as I inspected the contents. I was expecting to find clothes or shoes, as my girlfriend had a particular addiction to shopping, but what I found was quite different. There was lubricant, handcuffs, numerous sex toys, fishnet stockings, enema kits and a few sexy outfits that looked far to risqué for Lacey's tastes. 

"What the...?" I stammered as my fiancé sauntered out of the bathroom with a contented smile on her face. 

"I see you found my supplies," she said, unphased as I remained completely dumfounded. 

"Uh...yeah," I muttered. "What is all this stuff for?"

"It's my supplies for the week," she explained, crossing her arms and staring at me with an emotionless glare. 

I was about to say something when she spoke again. 

"I know you fucked Jenna!" she snapped, her voice seething with a hint of anger. 

"What? H...How did you...?"

"I saw Nikki at the gym," she explained. "She told me everything."

I silently cursed Jenna's roommate and her big mouth, although I was amazed that word had travelled so fast. 

"You...," Lacey continued, her eyes locked on me in an icy glare. "...broke the rules!"

"So did you!" I snapped back in defence. "I saw you last night! I saw everything."

Lacey seemed surprised for a moment but quickly regained her composure. 

"I did not break the rules," she replied adamantly. 

"You let that guy fuck you in the ass!"

"You never said I couldn't."

"Yeah...but I assumed...," I stammered before she cut me off again. 

"You shouldn't have assumed," she stated curtly. "And I hope you enjoyed the show last night...because there's a hell of a lot more where that came from."

I fumed with anger, but tried to withhold my temper.

"So you go ahead and fuck your little slut as much as you want," she said, gathering up her belongings from the table. "And you get her to lick your ass just she did last night..."

Again I cursed Nikki's big mouth.

"Because I'm going to be doing the same things! For the next week, I'm going to be the dirtiest fucking slut you've ever seen!"

"I don't think you want to play this game," I warned, my voice shaking as I spoke. 

"Oh yes I do," she snapped as she turned and headed towards the bedroom. "You started it. Now...this means war."



To be continued...