0 comments/ 17013 views/ 1 favorites Grainge By: moosemoose "Oh my God" I thought as I drank in the sight of her. She was wearing a long red, silky nightgown, her breasts framed by white lace edging, her nipples standing erect, apparent through the flimsy material. The light was low in her bedroom, but I consumed every detail of her, storing the memory. This was a once in a lifetime experience. Long blonde hair, classical, beautiful, sharp features. Bright blue eyes. I noticed from the first time we met that she walked like a dancer, all elegance and natural style. She used to be a ballerina in her younger days. Still thin, lean, flexible. I had thought until this moment that she looked her best in a pair of tight fitting jeans and a teeshirt. A figure for which any construction crew would provide ample audible admiration. But now, in this nightgown, all other measures of beauty that I had held were re-calibrated. I was lying on my back, my hands behind my head, looking at her as she came through the door from the hallway. She had donned her spectacular evening apparel in the bathroom to surprise me. She stood for a moment after closing the bedroom door, she smiled that coy smile when she knew what effect she was having on me. We had made love a number of times before, always stunning, mind blowing, never ending orgasmic experiences. But somehow I realized that tonight would be different. No booze, no grass, just the sight of a fantastically beautiful woman and the realization that we would spend hours exploring each others bodies. Gracefully she glided over to the bed, I threw back the bed covers and accepted her into my arms. She molded perfectly to my body, as she always did. Her small pert breasts pushing against me through the thin fabric. I could feel her erect nipples against my bare chest. She purred as she wrapped her long legs around mine. Her crotch always lined up perfectly against my erect cock. My cock was always stiff around her. She could give me a hard on just by flashing those electric blue eyes at me. She was undulating. When she was in my arms, she always seemed to be moving, ever so slightly; when in bed it was more pronounced. She moved constantly, never at rest, moving in a sinuous, ever so sexy way. Provocatively rubbing her mound against my cock. She could make me come like that if she wanted to, but she was always linked to my brain, she knew exactly what to do to make me last as long as she wanted. I was lying on my side with her lying beside me, her body like an extension of my own, my hands moving all over her bare back, and her silk covered, tight ass. I could not get enough of the sensation of the soft silk and how it was hard to tell where the silk stopped and her skin began. She was moving, moving. My pulse was hammering, my dick felt as though it would burst. She pushed me over, onto my back. Now she was on top of me, her soft, long blonde hair hung over my face. Her bright blue eyes locked into mine. She lowered her full lips to mine, and pulled my tongue into her mouth hard as she pushed her ever-grinding pussy against my dick. I thought I would explode right then, but she bit my tongue, the pain took my mind off her body for an instant. Enough for her to sit up on my crotch, her full weight cutting off the circulation to my dick for a moment. Crisis was averted. She smiled, that knowing smile. Knowing that she had just prolonged my agony and ecstasy for another few minutes. She slipped the spaghetti straps of her gown off of her shoulders and languorously slid the silk off of her upturned breasts, for a moment the lace edges caught on her erect nipples as the gown slipped down over her body. I caught my breath, another of those moments. She twitched and the gown fell to her waist. I could contain myself no longer. My rough hands grabbed her ass cheeks, and my muscles flexed. Endowed with enormous upper body strength, it was a small matter for me to lift her whole body and free my dick from its trapped position under her hard pelvic bone. Even trapped there, it had lost none of its hardness. It sprung up, ready to be embedded in her hot inviting cunt. I held her up there for a moment enjoying the anticipation of lowering her onto my throbbing dick. Once again she smiled that enigmatic smile. "You won't be smiling for long" I thought to myself, as I slowly lowered her to my waiting cock. She surprised me again by placing both hands on my chest and lifting her pussy away from my dick. "Awwww" I groaned out loud. "Don't worry, don't worry" she murmured. She took control again and lowered her pussy until my dick just brushed her pussy lips. I could feel the heat. The urge to ram her down onto my throbbing dick was almost unbearable. I knew if I went along with her plan I would be so overwhelmed by sensation it would be difficult to stay conscious, so I went with the flow. She was still undulating, now I could feel it against the head of my cock. Her pussy was moving ever so slightly in circles, the head of my cock was just inside the moist lips. The sensation was unbearable, as she did a subtle pole dance on my cock. Slowly, slowly she lowered herself down on my length. I could feel every millimeter of my cock as it sank into her smooth, wet, hot, cunt. She had pussy muscles that are hard to imagine, they massaged my dick with a velvet embrace as I sank further and further. Just as I thought I was in my whole length, she suddenly jammed herself down on top of me, hard. I guess I still had an inch or so outside of her, because I felt the tip of my cock hit her cervix and she gasped with that familiar mixture of pain and pleasure that she always gave me when that happened. The feeling was indescribable as she twisted and moved on top of me. Her hair was a subtly scented mane of sensation as it whispered over my face. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensations in her pussy. She was moaning a low moan as she climbed that slope towards fulfillment. I went with the flow for as long as I could then something in me erupted and I could not hold back any longer. I grabbed her by the ass, roughly. I pulled out of her with a savagery that made her eyes fly open. She had a confused look on her face, until I flipped her over onto her back and slammed my hard pole back into her wet pussy. She grunted, her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me. I tore into her. My pulse was hammering, my pelvic bone slammed into hers. Crushing her clit hard between us. My dick felt like a mile long as I jack hammered into her in long hard strokes. She was grunting now, running her sharp nails up and down my back, leaving painful rakes, that simply stoked my desire. Suddenly the World erupted as I came and came and came inside of her. She wrapped her long legs around me and pulled my butt in close as I continued to ram into her. As my strokes began to slow and I lost some of my steam, she pulled me closer and closer to her with her strong, almost prehensile legs. Until when I was finally soft, she held me trapped with her legs and her pussy muscles holding my now flaccid penis inside her hole. She held me there. Then with her impossibly blue eyes boring into me, she started her dance. I was familiar with it by now, but it still had a hypnotizing influence on me. She was like a snake charmer with that gaze and that constantly moving body. I have never experienced this with any other woman. She moved like a snake, her whole body undulating, moving in the most sensual way. My dick, now soft was wrapped in a perfectly shaped, soft velvety glove of hot pussy flesh, that moved. Oh how it moved. Within minutes my dick was beginning to get hard again, and as it grew inside of her, so she intensified her efforts. There was a slight sheen of sweat on the light blonde down on the surface of her body. Her nipples had never relaxed and the red silk of the night gown was still a bright red ribbon over her body just under her breasts. When I was fully hard, and beginning to pant with the effort, she suddenly stopped moving. "Just a minute" she said simply and squeezed me out of her. She scooted up the bed a little and pulled the nightgown over her shoulders. Her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she pulled it off. She rolled over on her side, under me, and reached over for the covers, pulling them up a little. A cue to go to sleep. I was slightly bewildered. This was not like her, she never stopped after just one orgasm, she always needed several before being fully satisfied. Taking her lead though, I shifted around to lie behind her, spooning as we always did. She snuggled back until her bare ass cheeks were wedged against my still erect dick. As I slid my hand under her shoulders and held her hip with my other, I leant in to smell that silken hair once more. Her ass was moving again rubbing against my hard dick. Her undulations had started all over again. Ahh, I at last understood, just a different position. I slid a little lower in the bed behind her. My dick nudging between her soft thighs. Slipping my right hand off of her hip, I snuck it down between her thighs to guide my dick. My thumb found her pussy lips and rotated around, smearing her ample pussy juice around the lips of her pussy, and I pulled her lips apart as I gently steered my dick to enter her hole. She was talented and could bend her spine to make sure I could enter easily and to my full length. She murmured something that I could not hear. I leaned my head over her silken hair, remaining fully embedded in her pussy. She was still keeping that kneading motion of her entire body. I hardly had to move, just stay inside of her as she did all the work for both of us. "Grab my hair from behind, hard" I did as she asked, wrapping a handful of silken blonde hair around my fist and exerting just slight pressure against it. "No harder, pull it. Hard" I did, and rammed my dick into her with more and more passion. She whimpered a bit, and I lessened the grip I had on her hair, but somehow that had triggered something in her, and she was bucking her ass against my dick and balls with urgency now. I suddenly had a wicked idea. I was lasting much longer this time around, and my dick felt like it was made of steel and a mile long. Moving my right hand again from its favored spot holding her jutting hip bone as I rode her hard. I moved my thumb, still covered in her pussy juice, against her ass hole. I rammed it up her ass as hard as I could. She gasped and I could tell from her contracting pussy that she had just come, quick and hard as I pushed up into her ass with my thumb. I loved it too. Like a miniature dick I slid it in and out of her well lubricated butt hole. My dick was throbbing. Thumb fucking her ass was turning me on just as much as it was her. I had an even nastier thought. Sliding my dick out of her wildly pulsing cunt, I moved it to rest against her ass hole. I didn't have the courage to just ram it up there. I thought it might really hurt her. Her body was still wriggling though, she just never stopped, never slowed down. She was deliberately rubbing her ass hole against the head of my cock. Just like she had done with her pussy earlier. I guided the head of my dick against the hot wet entrance to her ass. She moved against me, pushing the head through the tight rim of the entrance to her ass. Suddenly I was inside. I was inside her ass, I could not believe it. The sensation was incredible. Tight, actually a little uncomfortably tight, but she kept on moving. Slowly she pushed me deeper and deeper into her, I could feel every small movement of my dick as it slid deeper and deeper inside that tight tube. It was hot and tight, and so very forbidden. I could feel my whole body shake with passion as my balls shuddered to try and come. Suddenly I was in my whole length, inside her ass. She was bouncing against me now. obviously enjoying the sensation as much as me. Fireworks went off in my head as I had the most incredible orgasm of my life deep up inside her ass. She slowly worked my dick out of her tight hole, well lubricated by my cum. Eventually it popped out. Flat, tired out, exhausted. Gasping I snuggled up against her as she purred and I wrapped my arms around her and prepared for sleep. Suddenly I felt that familiar undulation again as she began to ever so slightly move her incredible ass once more against my exhausted dick... Grains of Sand A grain of sand weighs some where in the area of a couple of grams. Approximately how many grains of sand do you think it would take to crush a man? I'm a pretty big guy and could probably handle a couple hundred thousand grains of sand at least. Now for arguments sake, lets just say that each grain of sand represents a lie told to you by your wife. That changes it a lot doesn't it? The first couples are only an annoyance, something like a little bug flying around your head as you try to swat it. Multiply that number by ten, now you start to get a little concerned. When you increase it to twenty-five, your uncomfortable now and you start to feel a dull pain in your chest. At fifty you feel as though an elephant is sitting on your chest and all the air is being squeezed out of your lungs. Anything over sixty collapses the chest and crushes the heart. Now all you've got is a straight line on the monitor and a loud whine that brings nothing back to life. In my case, the elephant just walked into the room. After being married to the same women for eight years you get to know her pretty well. Lisa and I have been together nine years and married for just over eight. We have one daughter, Jackie, who is six and a son, David, who is almost two. I'm not going to bore you with how we met, fell in love and married, because right now that's not the issue. My problem is, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear Lisa was cheating on me. No she's not working a lot of overtime with her boss, or staying out late on girl's night outs and our sex life is pretty strong considering how active our home life is. It's just that for a while, she just hasn't been the Lisa of old and is acting different but I just couldn't put my finger on it. That is, until just recently. I do a normal 8:00 am to 5:00 pm boring office job five days a week. I work in the accounting department and I'm in charge of the payable division for Ajax Sign Company. I, along with my two clerks, make sure our companies bills are paid and on time. Pretty exciting stuff wouldn't you say? I sit in front of a damn computer screen all day long comparing purchase orders against vendor invoices. I'm pretty good at what I do and have caught more than one employee committing fraud. It's just that sometimes it is so boring I just want to scream. Lisa works for a marketing firm in town that does quite a lot of business with our company. We met when her firm opened up a new account. I did the paper work myself, and Lisa was my initial contact. I don't think our life is wild and exciting, but at least I thought our marriage was pretty strong up until a couple of months ago. Our downward spiral started off so slow I never saw it coming, even though the clues were right there in front of me. And I guess I had a small part in her changing, but it was all done out of love. After the birth of David, and the subsequent night feedings, Lisa's body clock went off kilter. She would wake up some where around 3:00 a.m. and couldn't go back to sleep for a couple of hours no matter what she tried. The doctor told her it would pass, but instructed her to do something when she woke up to make her sleepy or tire herself out. We tried sex for a couple of weeks but that just made us both tired in the morning, even though it always brought a smile to my face. She then tried watching TV but at 3:00 there wasn't much on. Finally she started surfing the net on the desktop computer in our bedroom. That wasn't going to work either with me trying to sleep. "Happy Birthday," I said when I came home Tuesday night with a colorful wrapped box. "It isn't my Birthday, Rick." "I know, just open it," I said handing her the small carton. "Oh my God," Lisa said as her eyes lit up as she opened her present. "This way, if you get up at night and can't sleep you'll have something to do that won't keep me up too." Lisa ran her fingers across the shinny silver top and moved her finger around the Apple emblem. "It's not new, but refurbished and upgraded. It has all the normal software, a CD and DVD player and upgraded memory," I said with a smile. "It's all yours my love." Lisa hugged and kissed me saying, with an evil smile, that I'd get my present later that night. She started it up, set up her password and connected to the net. She was like a kid with a new Game Boy. I got more sex in the next twenty-four hours than I'd gotten in the last three weeks. I walked around with a stupid smile on my face for the next week. She still woke up at all hours of the night, but at least now she didn't keep both of us up. After a couple of months however I noticed she was staying up longer and longer at night. More than once I'd get up to check on her and I would find her in the living room or kitchen pounding away on her computer. "Honey, you've got to get yourself some sleep," I told her. "I thought the doctor said this was only a temporary thing and your body would go back to normal. Maybe you should call and make an appointment and get yourself checked out," I suggested. "Don't worry Rick, it's getting better, it's just that since you gave me my computer there's a world of things to do and I can't do it during the day or after work while I fix dinner and take care of the kids." "What are you typing?" I asked. "Just an entry in my journal among other things." "Can I see read it?" I asked. "Oh my God NO!" Lisa said as she closed the cover. It's personal, it's like my private diary," she told me. "I'd never ask to see yours." "Ask away because I don't have one. Don't worry, I won't go looking on your precious computer," I said as I tried to smile. "Now put it away and come to bed, or you won't worth shit at work tomorrow." You know the story about the Garden of Eden and the forbidden fruit? Well that computer was now my forbidden fruit. I had to see what she'd been writing in it all theses past months but I didn't have a clue how I was going to accomplish that. The first time I tried was when Lisa went out shopping with the kids. "Shit, password protected." I could see her password had nine characters but that was all. I tried every imaginable combination of birthday, anniversary, names, dates nothing worked. I then tried pet names, phone numbers, and her social security number. Struck out again. Our resident computer geek always said he was the best around and there was nothing he couldn't do. "Let's see just how good he is," I thought to myself as I walked into his office. "What's the matter Rick? Server still too slow in your department?" "No Ken, you solved that problem, now I've got a harder one for you," I told him as I peaked his interest. I got my wife an Apple computer and she's got all her shit password protected. She's got a few personal files I'd like to take a look at but can't get in," I told him. "So, you think the wife's being a little naughty?" he replied. "Not really, but she's got a journal I'd like to take a look at though." "An Apple's a whole different animal. It has its own software and isn't like a normal PC," he told me. "So you're saying you can't do it?" I threw the gauntlet down. "I didn't say that. It'll just take a bit longer. That's all. Bring it in tomorrow and I'll have it done by the end of the day," he said sticking his chest out. "No can do, she keeps that puppy with her all the time unless she goes shopping or out to the gym." "How long is she normally gone for?" he asked. "No more than an hour and a half." "Give me the weekend to play. I know a guy who has one and I'll see if there is a back door or a way to bypass the password," he told me. "If you can't do it, just let me know and I'll hit one of the computer stores." That's all I needed to say. "There's nothing I can't do. Check with me Monday and I'll have the solution to your problem." I watched Lisa like a hawk all weekend. Every time she went on it, I tried to grab a peak. I started sneaking out of bed at night and watching her as she typed away. For some reason how she typed into her journal didn't make sense. I watched her type for a few minutes, she would pause read what was on the screen, sometimes smile, and then type again. I thought people read what they were typing as they typed it in. All right, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. But as I walked back to bed it dawned on me. She wasn't typing into a damn journal, she was carrying on a conversation with someone on the computer going back and forth. I turned around and headed back down the hall. I watched her in silence for the next forty-five minutes as they talked away. When she started to touch herself I almost walked out and grabbed the computer. She twisted her nipples, licked her finger and pushing her panties aside started to play with her clit. She was getting turned on and I was getting hot watching her. It wasn't until she suddenly shut the cover did I come out of my stupor. I ran quietly back to bed and jumped under the covers. About a minute later, Lisa slipped into bed with me. I acted like she'd woken me up. "What time is it hon?" I asked. "Go back to sleep it's late," she replied as she got into bed. I moved over to cuddle with her and noticed she was hot and a little clammy. I still had a slight erection and moved it against her ass as I reached around bringing her in close. I wasn't sure what she was going to do or how she would react as I slowly grew in size thinking about what I'd witnessed. When I moved my hand down from under her breasts to between her legs, she spread them slightly so I could gain access to her love canal. She was wet. Damn she was dripping as she let my fingers work their magic. Her breathing increased as she reached behind and pulled me out of my shorts. She was more aggressive than I'd seen her in years as she almost pulled my dick off stroking it. Lisa bit her pillow as she climaxed but still made a lot of noise. She then pushed me on my back and impaled herself on my erect dick in one motion. With her panties pushed to the side, she threw her top off and rode me for all she was worth. Her ass was slapping against my nuts as she ground her pussy onto me. There was no fringing way I was going to last much longer. I put my thumb between my dick and her clit, so every stroke she got a little extra stimulation. I shot off and she climaxed as we both reached for each other kissing and tonguing one another. Talk about drained. Her pussy had sucked every drop from me and she was now trying to get me hard again with her lips. There was no way that was going to happen. I flipped her over and started licking her clit as I fingered her soppy cunt. Hell it didn't take over four minutes for her to get off again as she held my head down onto her pussy as she moved it around my tongue. I don't know how much of my own sperm I licked up but it was enough to know I didn't like the taste of myself. Lisa finally pulled me up to her mouth as she kissed my lips and licked my tonsils with her tongue. I was about to get up and go to the bathroom when she stopped me. "I want to smell me on your face all night," she said as she cuddled just under my chin. What in the hell had gotten into her tonight? I asked myself as Lisa cuddled and fell asleep in my arms. I didn't know, but I liked it. She woke up, kissed me deep and took a sniff. "Time for someone to wash their face," she said with a smile. "How about a shower?" We showered for about twenty-five minutes as we did more playing around than washing. When the water got cold we reluctantly got out and our kids were waiting for us. I guess a quickie this morning was out. We all ate Saturday morning breakfast together and I had a full list of things for today. I kissed my wife tenderly and told her I'd see her later giving her a slap on the ass. That's the way it went for the next two weeks. Ken was still trying to find a software back door and I was now wondering what she was doing every night and with whom on the computer. I tried a couple of times to play with her computer but she told me it was hers and to get my own. When our sexy nighttime romps ended I didn't like it and even pouted but Lisa had changed. Now when she came to bed it was like, " move over, I'm not in the mood" or "I've got a big day tomorrow and I need my sleep." Something was up. Tuesday Ken came in with this shit-eating grin. "Tell me who's the man?" he announced holding up a disk. "You're the man Ken, and now what the hell have you got?" I replied. I can't break the password exactly, but I've found a way to get in and when you install this software, you can see what's going on. It records her keystrokes and what's being received. I've set it up so you can send the information directly to your laptop, as long as it's up and you're on the Internet. "You are the man Ken," I said giving him a high five. Lisa went to the gym and as soon as she walked out the door, I got out her laptop, turned it on, inserted the disk and followed Ken's hand written instructions. I rebooted it, checked that the software had loaded and put her machine back where I found it. Before I went to sleep that night, I plugged in my laptop, turned it on and went to sleep. It wasn't a sound sleep, because at 2:45 Lisa got up. She didn't come back to bed until after 4:30. Tomorrow morning at work will be interesting. I got up some where around 5:00 a.m. I did the three "S's" shit, shower and shave, and headed out to my office. I was the first one in. I made myself a cup of coffee and literally ran to my office. I locked the door, laid down my coffee, computer, took off my jacket and turned my laptop on. My eyes were glued to the screen as I waited for it to boot up. Once up, I followed Ken's detailed instructions and got in. "Did I really want to open Pandora's Box?" I thought to myself. I was in ignorant bliss right now. What happens if I find out something that brings my wonderful life crashing down? I'm sure Lisa loves me as much as I love her. There is no way no how she could be doing anything to change that. Or so I thought. I went into a special "history" file and a few keystrokes later it was all there in front of me. Her password, her handle, and someone called Mark218. It was an adult chat room. I sat back in my chair, sipping my coffee as I read what was typed on the screen in front of me. I guess Lisa had come into a conversation that had already started. Mark218 was describing in detail how his girl friend loved to get him hard before they had sex. '**************** "After we both got undressed, she wanted me to get on my knees just above her chest. She then poured massage oil all over my dick and started to rub it in. Hell man, she used so much that the excess dripped all over her big chocolate tits. Using both hands now she works it up and down my dick with one hand as the other coats my balls and the crack of my ass. She worked my dick like she's milking a fucking cow. She starts at the base, grips it tightly and pulls her hand towards the head, tightening as she pulls. When she reaches the head she twists it around like she trying to unscrew a fucking bottle cap. She then closes her grip again and forces the head and shaft through the tiny opening in her hand." I had to stop for a second and adjust my dick as it started to get hard as I imagined Lisa doing that to me. I read on. "Hell, it was so fucking tight, I closed my eyes and imagined I was forcing my dick into her black ass. Shit man, the bitch in less than ten minutes had me so hard; you could bust a 2x4 over my dick. I now started rubbing in the oil that had dribbled onto her tits while she continues to milk my dick. Her tits are big and floppy," he explained. "And my bitch has the longest nipple on earth and gets off with me playing with them. I twisted those motherfuckers and pulled on them until she screamed. I worked on one then the other as she got me close to cumming." One more time I make an adjustment as Marl218 describes to the world what his "bitch" is doing to him. "Man I'm fucking close, her nipples are now hard and sticking out like two little pencil stubs. I pull her hands away and push her big tits together. She knows what I like as she now helps me. I work my dick between her big mounds as I look down at her face. She'll get hers later; I just need to get off now. I now force my black snake in between her mounds as she puts a pillow behind her head. As I push it through the opening between her tits I continue forward until I slip it between her nice lips and into her warm mouth. Tit fucking is hot especially if your woman has big lips and a deep throat. I now close my eyes and imagine tit fucking Lisa's small breasts and trying to put my dick into her mouth. "She'd never go for it." "My woman is one of the best cock suckers of all time," he goes on. "She can take my eight inches all the way down to my pubes. Her mouth gets so fucking hot; I have a hard time not shooting my load when she works me. "Damn I love that bitch," he says as Mark goes on. "Shit man, I can barely stand it anymore. My dicks so God damn hard and my nuts are ready to explode as she holds her tits together while I play with her nips. Fuck no more. I move up a little as I force my dick into her mouth as I face fuck her. She knows the routine. I'm so fucking close all I need is a few more sucks and I'm off." "Him and me both," I think to myself as I read as fast as I can. "She tightens her lips around my dick and forces only the head between her lips as I fucking let loose. I fall forward and lean up against the damn headboard as I drop my load and she eats me up while grabbing the boys. I don't know how much I dropped but she takes it all and never lets up. Fuck man I've got nothing left as she continues sucking and stroking. 'Stop, fucking stop,' I yell pulling my dick out of her mouth. You've taken the top layer of skin off my dick, I tell her. Shit man, she just smiles and asked if I'm ready to go again. As I said, "I love this bitch." I stop reading and look down at my lap. I know just how he feels. Does anyone have a 2x4? I laugh to myself. He's finished; I'm finished, or wish I were. I read on as people commit on Mark's little story and it concludes with Lisa telling everyone that's hot but tame compared to her waxing experience. "Shit it's almost 8:00," I say to myself as I log off, for now anyway. I don't want to be caught at work with this up on my screen. I go down and grab a fresh cup of coffee and wander into Ken's office. "You're the man," I say sticking my head into his small office. "Worked like a charm, I owe you lunch." "I told you, where there's a will there's a way." I went back to my office and did what they paid me for the next four hours. I couldn't wait for lunch. '******************** Lisa begins by telling everyone how oral I am. "Rick makes love with his mouth better than any man on the planet. He can get me off in less than ten minutes with his wonderful lips and tongue. He does however like my pussy lips hairless and smooth. So I go to the saloon once a month to get my hair done, legs waxed and now for Carlos's special," she tells everyone out there in cyber land. "You see, Carlos owns the saloon but mostly just manages it now that he's got a full staff. On this particular Saturday my waxer Wendy was out sick, so Carlos said he do my waxing. I always thought he was gay the way he pranced around the place, but I guessed it was all an act. He led me into the back room as I took off my pants and sat in the chair. I never though much about my thong until he started doing my inner legs up by my thighs." "Scoot down a bit will you," he asked as I moved down a little lower as he applied the warm wax with a tongue depressor, rubbed on the cloth and then ripped off the hair. Grains of Sand That area is the only one that hurts when it's waxed. So when I jumped a couple of times as Carlos asked if I was all right. "It's just that it's a little tender, that's all," I told him as he continued. He had almost finished when he asked if I wanted my bikini area waxed? Wendy always did it, but I wasn't too sure. "Sure go ahead, but be gentle," I told him. The hot wax felt great but he wasn't pulling the skin tight enough before ripping the hair off. "Here let me help you pull it tight," I said as I pulled my pussy lips to one side or the other. After ten more minutes he was done and started putting on the lotion and getting off the extra wax. The lotion went everywhere and I do mean everywhere. Carlos was rubbing my inner thighs and would reach up under my thong to rub lotion onto my outer lips and slipping every once in a while to my inside ones as well. When he touch my clit I jumped the first time but the second and third time I just looked at him. "I need to make sure I got all the hairs," Carlos said as he inspected first my lower legs before moving up. He would pluck a hair or two but basically he'd done a great job. When he got to my bikini area he said that there were still a lot of hairs left. "Lisa just slip your thong to one side so I can get the stragglers." He did both sides again with his face about three inches from my crotch. I could hear him breathing hard as he did his final inspection and started in again with the lotion. The next time he touched my clit I looked at him and spread my legs a little wider, giving him the full view. "Maybe Carlos we can work out a deal on payment?' I said now playing with my own clit. As I said, I thought he was gay, how in the hell did I know he wasn't. I thought if I just gave him a little show he'd knock off a few bucks. It surprised the hell out of me when he went over and locked the door. "I think we can work out some type of arrangement," he said removing his shorts. He wasn't long but was thick. He was rubbing lotion all over his dick as he walked in between my legs. "Now let's see if we can work something in," Carlos said as he started rubbing lotion over my pussy and fingering me with two fingers. "Going to have to open you up a lot more than this if you're going to take my meat," he said as he put in an additional finger. "I thought you were gay?" I exclaimed. "You and everyone else. How many women do you think would let a straight guy wax their pussy? Not many," he said now breathing a bit harder as he noticed I'd started stroking him. Your husband can't be too large or you haven't been fuck lately," he said, as he now was finger fucking me with four fingers. You're just about ready he said as he put the head against my opening and pushed in. "Oh God," I cried out as I held my hand over my mouth. "Go slow or you'll rip me in half." "The first time is always the hardest. You'll get use to it after a while," he told me as he buried his dick completely into my pussy. I hung on for dear life as he slammed into me over and over again. I'd never been so full and stretched as I started to climax. It was fucking wonderful but far from over as Carlos flipped me over in his chair. "I like it from behind, this way I can go as deep as I want without your legs getting in the way," he told me as her moved me around. We fucked for the next fifteen minutes before I climaxed again and Carlos shot his seed deep inside of me. "Shit," I said trying to cleanup with a little wet rag. "How much did you drop inside me," I said as it continued to ooze out. "It's been a couple of weeks, so it was a couple of loads. Sorry," he said putting on his pants. Same time next month?" he inquired as he looked at his schedule book. "Of course," I replied. This way I get a free waxing and a little of what I'm not getting at home," she said/typed in with a ha ha. "If Rick and his little dick could just see me now," she finished with. "I'll tell Wendy I'll be doing you from now on." We both looked at each other and laughed out loud at what Carlos had said. "******************* My heart was still beating but my hard on was long gone. "This is a joke right?" I said to myself. "She's just fanaticizing along with everyone else," I said closing my computer down. "That's it, it has to be. Lisa would never do anything like that. Hell, after eight years, I'd know. Wouldn't I?" That night I wanted to confront her and get it out into the open. I walked in and she just threw her arms around me and gave me a huge kiss. "I missed you so much today," she said kissing me. "I even made your favorite for dinner. Maybe later, after the kids are in bed, we can play a little," she said licking my bottom lips. "Now keep the kids busy so I can finish dinner, that is if you want dessert tonight?" I played with kids outside until dinner was ready. We all washed up, had an excellent meal and watched movies until bedtime. I helped give them baths and then helped cleanup the bathroom after our water fight. The lovemaking and I do mean lovemaking was as good as it had ever been. We both got our fill as we fell asleep in each other's arms. However, I did plug in my computer again just to see if she went on the chat line again tonight. But after that session, she'd probably sleep like a baby through the night. I did anyway. I got up at my normal time, showered and even helped get the kids ready for school. I kissed my wife goodbye and drove to work knowing everything I'd seen the day before was bullshit. I was in a great mood all morning. I got a ton of work done and was almost caught up for the week when lunchtime hit. I usually eat at my desk and today was no exception. Just for kicks I booted up my laptop, signed on and logged into Lisa's computer. She didn't sign on last night, but she was on right now. There were about four people chatting away as I ate my sandwich, drank my coffee and watched everyone ramble on. CSS22 told everyone about how she'd cheated on her husband before she went home two nights ago. That her new lover had fucked her ragged but was a bit larger than her husband. "I make sure I check the size first. It takes me about five days to get back to normal after having a really big one because that's the surest way to get caught. Hell, what are you going to say when your husband can't feel the walls of your cunt?" she told everyone logged on the site. "Honey it was just a cucumber. Like he'd believe that," she told everyone. "Try an ice bath," my wife piped in. "It maybe a little cold but after ten minutes your pussy will shrink almost back to normal. I can guarantee you it works. I've taken some long and thick ones that would have made a horse jealous and after a ice bath or two, presto I'm a virgin again," she wrote. The more I read, the more doubts I began to have. This was way beyond the fantasies of a bored, married, white woman, as she sometimes called herself. I wasn't sure about anything anymore. For the next two weeks I plugged in my computer every night and got more than one surprise when I'd review what she or her other buddies had written the previous night. If I believed what she wrote, she was fucking our neighbor Rob, two doors down, when I went out of town on seminars and an out of town salesman from her work once a month along with the husband of a friend of hers who had an open marriage. All in all, in two weeks she'd laid claim to have fucked at least five guys including Carlos in the last two months. I started pulling back from her. Hell, I couldn't stand the thought of her even touching me anymore. The final straw was on Monday morning. I didn't even want to crank up my computer any more. It seemed to be getting worse by the day. Hammer was logged on along with Mark and two other handles, I couldn't tell if they were men or women. "I was so wicked this weekend, I don't think I can even stand myself," my wife Lisa wrote. "I went to my waxing this last Saturday and ending up getting another Carlos special. We were shooting the shit afterwards when he asked if I'd ever brought my husband home a cream pie." "No way I'd ever do that to my husband," she told the group. "Besides he'd know something was different and then what the hell would I do?" she tried to explain. "Not a whole one," Carlos told her. "Just a little taste. You know, just the essence. I'm told that there's no greater turn on for a woman to know that her husband is lapping up what was left behind from one of her lovers," he told me. I lost it all. Sandwich, coffee and the donut I had this morning. You see, when she came home from her waxing Saturday she had to show me what a good job they'd done. One thing led to another and we ended up screwing in bed, not before I'd gone down on her for about twenty minutes. "The bitch, the fucking bitch," I yelled out before realizing where I was. "I'd been so horny that I couldn't tell you if she was even on the rag. I just got her off twice and then laid the meat to her. We didn't make love, we fucked." "I tried to remember if she was any looser but like I said, I just couldn't remember. But that was the last straw. No more," I said to myself. I know what you're thinking. Did I talk to her or even confront her? Nope. I got macho stupid and did what a lot of other idiots before me have done; I contacted a lawyer and started the paperwork. We'd probably end up selling the house and splitting everything else down the middle. I'd never get custody of the kids so I resolved myself to get the best deal I could. I just wanted to get as far away from that bitch Lisa as I could. The only thing I wanted before I left was a little revenge. I wasn't going to hurt her, but I wanted something that had been denied me all these years. Her round tight ass. Saturday night, after the kids had gone to sleep, I brought out a couple of bottles of my wife's favorite wine. I didn't care if she was sober or drunk; her ass would be mine tonight. After she was totally drunk I told her I'd give her a good back rub with massage oil. She slurred something back to me as I undressed her and laid her on the bed. I soaked her and my dick with oil. I dripped it down the crack of her ass and fingered both her pussy and ass. I had two fingers in each hole, as I made sure she was well lubed up. I started with her pussy first as I rammed my dick in as fast and as hard as I could which took her by surprise. I lifted her ass off the bed as I pounded her pussy for all it was worth. It was then that I realized that I'd better take her ass now or I'd have nothing left. "I put the head of my cock at her anal opening and with my thumb I pushed in. When the head pushed through the anal ring I started shagging her virgin ass. "I should have done this a long time ago," I said to myself as I gave her everything I had. I was far from being well endowed. I was five and a half inches stiff and my dick fit perfectly into her rectum. I then started to wonder if any of the other guys had had her ass. She had mentioned that Rob had reamed her and used a finger or two, but never really mentioned about any real ass play. Lisa was now more than a little vocal as she told me to slow down a little and to play with her clit. "Don't worry, I'm almost done," I told her as I continued fucking her with a vengeance. I felt my first load shoot out like a bullet out of a gun. The next two weren't quite as intense, but they felt just as wonderful as I continued to bang away. "Ass fucking would be high on my list from now," I said to myself as I started to shrink and finally fall out of her ass. I let Lisa fall forward onto her pillows. "She was so drunk that she probably doesn't realize what just happened to her, but she will in the morning," I smiled to myself as I went to the bathroom and cleaned off my dick. I had considered shoving it into her mouth but thought better of it. That would be too low even for a cheating slut. Lisa had already passed out and was dead to the world by the time I got back. I threw a cover over her and went to sleep without plugging in my laptop for the first time in almost three months. I slept through the night like a baby. I made sure I was gone before she got out of bed. I felt a little bad for what I'd done the previous night but those thoughts only lasted a few minutes as I remembered why I'd done it. "Did you get me drunk and fuck my ass last night?" Lisa yelled at me as I walked through the door after work. "Yeah, so?" I replied. "My ass hurt like a son of a bitch all day. I had to sit on a pillow at my desk," she shouted back at me." What was the phrase she'd written when Carlos had taken her with his big cock? "Don't worry babes, you'll get use to it," I told her with a smile grabbing a beer from the refrigerator. "The hell I will," she spit back at me. "I hope you enjoyed it, because that's the last time you're ever getting in there," she said stomping out of the room. "Want to bet?" I said quietly to myself. Lisa was on the rag through dinner and when we went to bed that night. I tried to get a little but she said it would be a cold day in hell before I got anything from her as she turned her back on me in bed. Was I pissed? Yes. But I had expected it the way it had gone with us over the last month, but I did want to fuck her one more time, for old times sake. I was still planning on playing my trump card tomorrow morning regardless. I grabbed my laptop and headed out the next morning just after 6:30. I got to work, grabbed a cup of coffee and turned on my computer. "This was the last time I'm going to have to worry about what Lisa writes at night any more," I said to myself. It was the normal shit as always. Lisa wrote that her husband had gotten her drunk and had fucked her in the ass. "If he wasn't so small, I might have enjoyed it," she wrote for the entire world to see. Lisa was on line when the man handed her the envelope and told her she'd been served. She tried to call me at work but was told I'd taken the day off. I had a dozen messages on my phone but I'd turned it off fully knowing she'd now want to talk to me. The little note I'd attached with the paperwork said it all. Dear Slutpuppy If you were so damn unhappy being married to me why the hell didn't you just tell me so I could have left. I just hope all the extra cock you got was worth it. Say hi to Carlos, Mark, Hammer, CSS22 and the rest of the gang. By the time you read this, I'll be explaining to Rob's wife what a bunch of cheats we both married. I'll get the rest of my clothes later this week and tell the kids I'll call them tomorrow. Your small dicked soon to be ex-husband "Oh fuck!" is all Lisa could say as she read the note and looked at all the attached paperwork. At that very moment I was showing Fran, Lisa's story about how she and Rob had snuck up stairs to the bathroom to fuck at the last BBQ. She went into such detail that even though it turned my stomach, I still got a bit hard. "That bastard, I never even saw it coming," Fran shouted. "Wait until that son of a bitch comes home tonight, he's dead meat. What are you doing with Lisa?" Fran asked. "She was served this morning, and I'm going home right now to pack a few things," I replied. "I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you, but I thought you'd want to know," I said giving her a hug before I left. I had packed enough clothes for the week and was just about ready to leave the house Lisa pulled in the driveway. "Shit." I wasn't ready to face her right now. "Oh well, I guess now's as good a time as any," I said dropping my bags. "Rick, it's not what you think," she yelled as she ran through the door. "Just please tell me you haven't talked to Fran yet?" she asked hoping she'd be in time. "Told her fifteen minutes ago," I replied. "Come with me," Lisa said as she ran out the door heading over to Rob and Fran's house. "Fran will eat her alive," I said to myself as I jogged trying to catch up to her. Lisa had already rung the bell by the time I hit the driveway. Fran's first reaction was to haul off and slap Lisa across the face. Lisa got up and started to tell Fran that Rob and her had done nothing. It had all been a stupid story she'd written. "Look at my description of Rob, is it correct?" she asked. Fran started to read what Rick had given to her and a smile came over her face. "I wish," is all she said. "Sorry about the slap, you want any ice?" "No. I just wanted to make sure I got to you before Rob got home." "I'm glad you did. I was going to take his head off at the neck but now I just might do something else with his eight inch throbbing member," she said with a laugh. "We'll talk later. Just make sure Rob doesn't see it. Ok?" "Not a chance," Fran told her. "Home. Now!" Lisa said grabbing my hand. Confused yes. Pissed off yes. But I'd let her have her say. "How long have you been spying on me?" she shouted as we walked through the front door. "A couple of months. What does that have to do with anything?" I asked. "Plenty! How did you get my password and handle?" she asked. "A computer geek from work helped me. Why do you care what I think anyway?" I asked. "You're getting enough cock without worrying about my little one," I said sarcastically. "I guess I deserved that shot, but not the rest of it. Rick I'm not fucking anyone! Do you hear me? No one!" she shouted at me. "I guess I was wrong about Rob, but how about everyone else?" "Listen to me Rick. It was just my fantasies. That's all. I'm not cheating on you. You have to believe me," she said in an angry tone. "We're going to have a rough enough time with you invading my privacy without you thinking that I'm sleeping with every Tom, Dick and Harry." She told me with her hands on her hip. "Lisa, I don't know what to believe anymore. I thought I knew you but I guess I don't. Even if they were fantasies, which I'm not sure I believe just yet, there is a lot of underlying issues in them I didn't care for," "Rick, you don't understand." "Lisa, but I think I do. I know I'm not hung but I thought I always got the job done until lately. I know you like when I give you oral sex, but lately that's all you've really wanted from me. You've written about big cocks so much lately and in such great detail, I don't know if I can believe you when you tell me it was all a fantasy of yours," I told a stunned Lisa. "The way you described being stretched and all the feelings you were having at the time, I'm sorry I just don't buy it. So Lisa, do I believe you? Not really. What will it take for me to believe you? I haven't a clue. But for now, I just want to get the hell away from you so I can think about what I want to do next." With that I left. I stayed at a Holiday Inn close to where I worked and had a quiet meal in my room. I was going to get plowed but thought, "What the hell would that get me." I was angry, confused and most of all, I wanted answers. "She didn't cry, say she was sorry or even ask me not to go," I said to myself as I thought back to our brief meeting earlier today. She was more concerned about me invading her privacy than anything else. As I said, I guess I didn't know her as well as I thought. Thank God work was busy Thursday. It was month end and everything had to be updated by days end. I had just finished my last stack of invoices when Lisa e-mailed me. "Are you done sulking like a little boy and coming home tonight?" "Sulking. Little boy. Lisa sure had a funny way of apologizing," I said reading on. "If not, please let me know so I can send your clothes to where ever you're at." "She really is a cold hearted bitch isn't she," I said not believing what she had written. Grains of Sand "I'll pick the rest of my shit up on Saturday. I hope they won't be in your way until then," I replied and hit enter. Two seconds later I got my reply. "Don't worry they won't be in our way. I can always put "his" clothes in my closet. It's not like we wear much of anything anyway when we're together anyway." Lisa was either trying to bait me, get me to rush home or make me jealous, one of the three but it wasn't going to work. I just got more pissed and dug in my heels. So went Friday morning and afternoon. "You really should call my kids, they miss you. Oh did I say my kids? I would have said your kids, but I'm not sure if you're their biological father. I guess that's another thing we'll have to check out now won't we." "God damn. Lisa sure was digging a deep hole for herself. Boy am I glad I filed when I did," I thought to myself as I looked at my check off list. I never expected Lisa's dad to show up at my office Friday afternoon but hell, I'd never expected to be in this situation either two months ago. "Rick what's this about you leaving Lisa and the kids? Have you lost your mind son?" "Dan, I think you should be talking to Lisa not me. She's the one that brought this on herself," I told him. "Look, I don't care who started this, you two belong together that's all that matters. You guys need to sit down, talk and work this out. Think about your children." "Dan she's already moved in her lover and now tells me the kids may not be mine; and you want me to sit down with her? Our divorce will take about three months before it becomes final. Maybe in that time we'll get it together but I highly doubt it. I hate to cut this short, but I've got a lot of work to do by the end of the day and now I really do need this job." He reluctantly left and though I did understand what he'd said, I couldn't stay together with Lisa just for the sake of the kids. Not going to happen in my lifetime. "I'm taking my kids to the park Saturday. I don't want them to see their father walking out on them, again," Lisa wrote in her latest e-mail. "You sure have a way with words, you golden tongued slut. Too bad I never saw much of it when we were married. Do what you wish with "your" kids, as you so eloquently put it in your last e-mail. '*************** It took me less than an hour to pack up my clothes. There was little else I needed right now besides my iPod. Our bed was unmade and I even checked to see if there was a new wet spot, there wasn't. I left a letter for each of my kids on their pillow telling them how sorry I was and that I loved them very much. My final act was to remove my ring and put it on Lisa's pillow with a note. "Sell it, toss it, I don't care any more. I hope you found what you were looking for." The corporate rate for my Motel was $50.00 a night. I figured a furnished efficiency would probably set me back about $850 to $1,000.00 a month including all utilities so Sunday I went looking. There was a lot of crap out there. If it was a nice place in a good neighborhood, it was out of my price range. The only thing I found that I could afford would be a two bedroom in an ok neighborhood and only if I signed a year's lease. So I did nothing for now. I called my kids every other day and saw them at my parents every other weekend. My attorney warned me that Lisa would probably get the house until the kids turned eighteen and then it would be put up for sale. I asked him if Lisa's lawyer had contacted him yet and he told me no. "What the hell is she waiting for?" I asked myself. "Have you signed the papers yet or given them to your attorney yet?" I e-mailed her the following day. "No to each," she replied. "Why the hell not?" "I'm in no hurry. Are you?" she replied. Bitch, she was still playing the games. About a week and a half later I was sitting in my room watching T.V. I was wondering if she was still hitting the chat rooms so I powered up my laptop and hit pay dirt. Lisa was telling everyone about her latest adventure. She went on and on about how her fuck buddy, from out of town, had come in the day before. "I told him I didn't want to go to dinner, I just wanted him to fuck me all night," she told everyone. "And that's just what he did. We screwed from Wednesday late afternoon until Thursday morning. I gave him all three of my holes since no one else had been using them in quite some time." "I guess she was taking pot shots at me thinking maybe I was still watching." Lisa went on to describe in detail how she sucked him off until he got hard and took her for the first time. "When you get a thick hot eight inches in you, there's no better feeling. That is, unless it's in your ass, then that's something you remember." I was pissed but there wasn't anything I could do. Or was there. I signed on with the handle Golden Tongue. Everyone greeted me including Lisa aka Slutpuppy. I informed everyone that I'd just gotten back from my date and went into great detail as I described the hot thirty old secretary from my work. "It isn't often you find that caliber of woman on the market." I told them about our dinner making sure to mention my soon to be ex Lisa and our favorite restaurant. How after dinner we went dancing and how she enjoyed when we started taking it to the next level right on the dance floor. "Hey dude, what was her name?" Hammer asked. "Let's just call her Candy," because her tongue was now melting in my mouth." That brought a lot of comments from everyone except Lisa. I spent the next twenty minutes describing how we dry humped on the dance floor. The way I moved her thong to the side as I slid in two fingers. Finally how I took her back to my motel and made love to her all night. Did you notice I said we made love? I did that just for Lisa because by now, she knew who was telling the story. I used every sensually descriptive word I could think of to describe what we were doing. From drinking her nectar from her flowing honey pot to watching her drain my lily as I finished up in her ass. I should have gotten a Pulitzer for my story. "I plan on seeing a lot more of her in the future after my divorce becomes final," I told the group. "Your wife must have been a real loser," one of the group posted. "No not a loser, just someone who found it easier to talk out her ass than to me," I told them. "Well if you guys don't mind, I've got this warm body next to me that is begging for attention, maybe I'll write again tomorrow," I said signing off. For the next two weeks we went back in forth exchanging insults through our stories. Lisa would tell everyone about her small dicked husband who could never really satisfy her while I would go on and on about Candy and Sue who would be sharing my life after my dead beat slut signed the divorce papers. And so our life went on. When Lisa got the court papers to have a DNA test done on her two children she went wild. "What the hell is this she yelled at me through the phone?" "Just a simple DNA test to establish who or whom their father really is, that's all," I told her. "You're their father you asshole and I'm not going to comply." "No problem, I'll have an officer of the court see that your children are brought to the clinic to get tested. In that way the results can go straight to the judge to compare with my DNA sample." "Have you gone mad?" she yelled. "Aren't you the one who said the kids probably aren't mine? I'm just following up on what you told me," I said in a calm voice "I lied. Ok? I lied to hurt you the only way I could." "I know you lie and you're very good at it. That's why I don't trust a word you say any more. So if we're done, I have to cut this short, I have a date I'm already late for. Nice talking to you Lisa," I said as I hung up. I didn't have a date with anything but a six-pack of Corona but I did start drafting my story for tomorrow night and it ended up being a real dozy. '********************* The next thing I did was screw up was my face. Well I didn't exactly do it myself, it was more like done for me. I stopped after work at one of the local bars for a quick drink before I headed back to my motel. There at the bar, in all his glory, was Carlos. I'm now going to explain something to you and I want you to listen and remember it for the rest of your life. An adrenalin rush will not give you super human powers. You will be the same stupid shit you were before and after. Let me explain. After seeing Carlos I guess I went a little nuts. There was the asshole that was banging my wife every month and I wanted my pound of flesh. I was pumped; I was hot and even maybe a little drunk, who knows. I just walked up to him, introduced myself, threw my beer in his face and took my best shot. Shit if that as my best shot I was in deep shit I found out. Carlos beat the living crap out of me. To put it nicely, he cleaned the floor with my sorry ass. Two black eyes, a broken nose and a face a mother couldn't love any more along with a few cracked ribs. The last thing I remember before passing out was Carlos lifting up my bloody head up by my sweaty hair and whispering in my ear. "I'm gay you dumb shit. What the hell would I want with your skinny assed wife anyway?" he said now letting my head hit the floor for the final time. I was escorted out of the club, thrown in a cab and spent the next eight hours in Mercy hospital's emergency room. Thank God for good health care. I was x-rayed, cleaned up and bandaged before catching another cab to go back to the bar to pickup my car. I went back to my motel, called in dead and went to sleep, or at least I tried to. I did post my next story that night and everyone went nuts. "Hey man is she in bed with you right now?" Hammer asked. "She sure as hell is," I typed in. Something as sweet as this is hard to let go, if you know what I mean. Right now she's trying to get me hard so we can do it one more time tonight, but I don't think it's going to happen unless she does that special thing that always works," I typed in. More than one person asked what that "special thing" was. "Let's just say that she does something with the tip of her tongue in a private place that always gets me hard," I typed in. "That is so rude man," one guy typed. "No girl would ever do something like that," said another. Then Slutpuppy wrote that I was fucking lying and she knew that for a fact. "Well bitch, unless you're here right now between my legs with Candy you don't know squat. Why don't you go back to your gay waxer and stroke his and his lover's dicks and get them ready for each other. That's about all your good for. AND I KNOW THAT FOR A FACT," I wrote in bold letters. Everyone was on Slutpuppy telling her she didn't know shit and that she was probably making up all that shit she was writing. And those were just the clean ones. My attorney got the DNA results and confirmed I was the father of my kids. "Guess she was telling the truth," he told me. I told him I'd get back with him in a couple of days and went back to sleep. When I woke up I looked in the mirror and shuttered. I looked like hell. I was gingerly eating breakfast when I got an epiphany; I really was a dumb shit. Let's see, Lisa wasn't screwing Rob or Carlos. The kids were mine and I was the one who had pissed off Lisa by invading her privacy. They were fantasies God damn it, and I'd over reacted. Lisa had tried to tell me that and I didn't believe her and only then did it get out of hand. I really was a schmuck. I knew what I had to do if I wanted my old life back. Or if that was even possible any more. Lisa had said some ugly things to me and I'd reacted accordingly but it was time to eat a little crow, but I hoped not too much. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," is all I wrote and hit enter. "A little late for that now isn't it?" was Lisa's reply. "It's never too late if two people care for one another." "How about Sue and Candy? How can you want to give up that special thing she does with her tongue?" was her sarcastic reply. "The same way you can give up your monthly Carlos Specials," I told her. Lisa never replied back until Wednesday morning. "You hurt me, you hurt me bad," Lisa wrote. "After so many years together you'd think you knew me. I'm sorry about all the other nasty things I sent you. I never dreamed you were serious until I got the papers served on me. Then I got mad and dug in my heels. I was ready to stomp into your work a couple of times but I figured you'd come to your senses eventually or if not, well it was your loss. Carlos said he messed you up pretty bad and to tell you he was sorry. His partner and friends were standing next to him and he didn't want to appear soft even though he said you were a wimp." "Come home. Come home now. I need you in my arms again. Don't pack up just drive home, climb into our bed and make love to me." As always, your loving wife. It only took me twenty minutes to get home. The front light was on and the door was open. The kids were asleep but Lisa wasn't. She gasped when she saw my face, but I told her it was a small price to pay to get her back. I tried to make mad passionate love to her, but the best I could do was a little gentle screwing because of my injuries. We did however fall asleep in each other's arms. I'm not sure if Lisa got up that night, only that she was in my arms when I woke up. It was good to be home. I took off Thursday and Friday off and by Monday I wasn't feeling too bad any more. Everyone at work laughed and got a big kick out of it that I'd been in a bar room fight and lost. But by Wednesday I was old news. Lisa and I were back together and I'd dodged the bullet. Thursday I told my boss, that I needed a couple of hours off so I could take my bride to lunch. "I owe her big time," I told him. I picked up a dozen roses, had a bottle of our favorite wine in an ice chest in my car and had ordered a picnic lunch basket from the deli by my work. With everything in hand, I took the drive over to her office building. There was a park two blocks away and we'd have plenty of time I thought looking at my watch. Imagine my surprise when I pulled up and saw Lisa walking out of the front door with a tall blonde haired guy. "I knew I should have called her," I said to myself as I watched her walk to the rental car. "It's probably a vendor taking her to lunch," I said to myself. When he held her door open and slapped her on the ass, I not only noticed, but also put my car into gear. When they took off I was on their ass just two-car lengths back. When they pulled into the Hyatt I wanted to ram their car but figured I didn't need a hit on my insurance. When the two of them came out an hour later, they got a shock. There was a blanket on the hood of their car and a complete picnic lunch laid out. The wine was in an ice bucket and the flowers scattered amongst the food. I really wanted to wait around, but I'd gotten my butt kicked once and I was in no shape to go another ten rounds with a guy I knew could kick my ass. I drove back to Lisa's work and found out the name of the person she was having for lunch. With a computer you can find anything. Names, addresses spouses names, anything. I called his house and being the nice guy I was, told his wife that her husband had wanted to send her an E-Card just because he loved her. "It kicked back," I told her. "Just let me verify your e-mail address and I'll resend it," I told her. The trusting sole gave me their e-mail address. I sent her a phone picture of her husband and Lisa walking arm in arm into room #214, with the caption, "guess what their having for lunch?" I hit enter and went back to work. I called Lisa's cell phone and wasn't surprised it went to straight voice mail. "Don't bother returning my call, ever. I guess I really did know you after all. Tell Mark that his wife isn't too happy with him right now, and I'd give anything to hear the lie he's going to try and tell her. I'd love to chat but I've got a lot to do this afternoon," I told her. "Oh by the way, just sign the God Damn papers this time," I said before hanging up. She didn't call me back and two days later she signed them. I got stuck with child support but she wanted alimony also. I told her that if she persisted with that, I'd send the picture to her boss and get them both fired. She withdrew her request. I guess sometimes fantasies are fantasies but other times fantasies are realities. Who knew?