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Stephanie And Me

By: ellen340



Stephanie and I had gone to dinner as it was Wednesday night and that was our "subs night out" day. Stephanie is Lisa's sub and I (Ellen) am Monica's sub. We had our usual great time, Steph is a really sweet girl and we get along VERY well. We are part time lovers but we both prefer a nice stiff cock plunging in and out of us.

A couple of weeks ago, Lisa brought Steph over to my house to watch as I was tightly bound and fucked by Jason, Brad and Mistress. As it turned out she got so turned on as things got started that she put on a strap-on and fucked me herself for a while. When she was finished she was only tied with her hands behind her back that night and told to watch.

Since then I had been working with her in our basement to train her on how to be tied up. That may sound silly but it really isn't. A girl can get herself hurt inadvertently if she is not carefully watching the way that she is tied. Jason, Brad and Mistress are really good at tying me but I wanted her to know what to look for and feel for in case she was tied by someone else.

I stopped the car just as I pulled in the driveway and we reached in our purses and pulled out our collars and put them on making sure that our names were in the center in front. Neither one of us was wearing a bra or panties because bras and panties were not allowed in the house. Neither was anything with a crotch, pants, shorts, regular pantyhose, our pussy's had to be available at all times. So it was dresses and skirts only. I pulled in to the house and said "Uh oh."

"What is it?" Steph asked.

"That's Brads car." I said pointing to a second car. That meant that both Jason and Brad were in the house.

We looked at each other for a moment and I asked "Want to come in and see what we can get into?"

If it had just been Jason it would probably have been ok but with Brad there it was probably going to turn into a fuck fest. I was giving her a chance to beat feet if she wanted. I was fucked either way.

She replied with another question "Where is Mistress Monica?"

"I don't know, I thought she would be here but her car is gone." I replied.

She put her hand on mine as we exchanged knowing looks and she said "Let's go, I might get a chance to try that stuff you have been showing me."

"That's true, in fact I would say that it is probable." I said chuckling at the end as we reached into our purses to freshen our make-up. We were wearing the exact same make-up because for the last few weeks Miss Lisa and Mistress had been dressing us exactly the same from eye shadow to heels. Tonight we were both wearing a black leather skirt, a royal blue satin blouse, crotch less pantyhose (suntan) and 4 inch black patent pumps.

We were often confused by others as being twins because we look amazing like each other. We were both a size 4 on the bottom and a size 6 on top because of our bust size (34D) and size 5 shoes. We were both about the same shade of brunette with the same haircut and we were both 5'6" tall.

As we entered the house I noticed that the TV was on but nobody was in the room as we entered the dinning room that adjoined the kitchen Jason called to me "Ellen! Hey sweetheart would you come here for a minute?" apparently he did not see Stephanie.

As I walked into the kitchen and Stephanie came in behind me I saw the guys were standing against the counter with a beer in there hands. When they saw Stephanie they looked at each other, smiled and at the same time they said "STEPHANIEEEE!" Brad continued saying "Hey, babe!" as he held out his hand.

We glanced at each other then went to our respective guys. Jason kissed me on the cheek then held me at arms length as he looked at me. Staring at my tits he said "You girls look TERRIFIC! That Monica sure does know how to dress you girls."

He looked at Brad then back to me as he kissed my forehead and whispered in my ear "A blowjob, please, ma'am."

Brad must have said the same thing to Stephanie because at the same time we got on our knees and began unbuckling their belts.

Jason's cock fell in front of me and I smiled, as I began to stroke him, he was only about half erect but he began to respond quickly. Taking him in my mouth I began to lick him like he likes circling the head of him while gently stroking his shaft with one hand and tickling his scrotum with the other.

Jason said "Both of you take your blouses off, we want to see those tits of yours and when one of us says something it applies to both of you."

There are rules for everything and a blowjob was no exception. Once Masters shaft was in my mouth it must stay there until Master indicates otherwise. So keeping my motion going I unbuttoned my blouse and put it on the floor next to me. I then began to suck him in earnest, I am told that I give a darned good blowjob and I certainly did not want to disappoint Master.

After a couple of minutes Brad said "Stop." Both of us immediately stopped and dared not look up so we just stared at their cocks. Brad continued saying "Stand up and turn around." We did as we were told and we heard the metallic chink of handcuffs as our wrists were cuffed behind our backs and our skirts were pulled to the floor.

"Walk to the table and bend over." Jason said.

As we walked to the table Stephanie and I exchanged knowing glances but said nothing as we bent over placing our tits on the table. We were standing next to each other and grunted softly as they slid their cocks into our pussy's. The guy's were fucking us pretty hard when Stephanie said "Ah" just a little to loud and both of us felt a slap on our butts and Brad said "Not a sound! You girls know the rules!" as they resumed fucking us

I got slapped because a mistake by one sub is a mistake by all subs. It is true that upstairs we are not allowed to make any sounds at all during sex, although soft cooing and grunting is usually not punished. Downstairs where the serious fucking happens we can make all the noise we want.

I heard the front door open and then close and then recognized Mistress's and Miss Lisa's voices. As they came into the kitchen and went to greet Jason and Brad I felt each of them tickle my back with their fingernails as they said "Hi girl's." 

After saying hello to the guys Mistress came to me and bent over and kissed me on the cheek which took a little doing because my head was moving back and forth across the table as Jason was fucking me pretty hard. After she kissed me she whispered in my ear "Enjoying yourself, sweetie?" I gave her a one blink "yes" she answered "Good because it's just getting started."

Jason felt FANTASTIC gliding in and out of me as Stephanie and I looked at each other. I saw her close her eyes and then squeeze her eyes shut and I knew that she was cumming and trying desperately not to make a sound. I sympathized with her as I know that is not an easy thing to do. I heard her squirt the floor as she climaxed and began to pant. She looked at me again and smiled as her pussy began to squish.

I saw her eyes get really wide and then she grunted three times softly and had a surprised look on her face as Brad practically shouted "God Damnit, Stephanie!" as he smacked her butt.

Miss Lisa said "What? What did she do?"

Steph was looking at me with an "I'm so sorry" look.

"When she came her pussy tightened and she made me cum." Brad said accusatorily.

Jason had pulled out of me but we stayed in our assigned positions not daring to move. It was obvious that Stephanie did nothing wrong but when Master is not happy it is always the subs fault no matter what and punishment must be extracted from her. Although, in this case, both of us.

"Stand." Mistress commanded.

We stood.

Mistress stood in front of us across the table with her arms crossed looking at us. There was silence in the room for about 30 seconds as we just stood there. Mistress finally said "Gag them and take them downstairs, your clits will be shocked AND you will have a 30 minute hogtie when we are finished with you."

Ball gags were inserted and tied tightly around our heads. Nipple clamps were then attached with a small chain between them and a weight was hooked to the middle of the chain. Finally, a leash was also attached to the chain. Stephanie was turned around and the guys started to tie her elbows and hands together behind her. Almost as an afterthought our ankles were shackled with a short length of chain.

Miss Lisa entered the room carrying a stock that was for me. She handed one side to Mistress and they opened it and just looked at me. I placed my neck and wrists in the padded openings and the stock was closed and locked. The stock was really not much more than a wide aluminum clamp so it was really pretty light.

"Let's go, girls." Jason said as he pulled on our leashes to get us moving toward the basement door. We followed him as best we could while the two Doms put their hands on our backs to escort us.

I had to twist some to fit through the door with my stock on but we made it to the basement without tripping. Once downstairs we were split up, while Stephanie was taken to the mounting table by the guys I was taken to where the stock can be attached very low on the wall.

I heard the sounds of Stephanie being strapped down as I turned my back to the wall and sat down. About the only way to get into this thing is to lay back against the wall with just my shoulder blades resting on it. Then Mistress and Miss Lisa adjust the padding and secure the stock to the pins protruding from the wall and I am not going anywhere. 

I heard Stephanie grunt a few times and Brad apologized, I really wished on of the girls would supervise them but they didn't. 

My legs were spread and pushed back until my ankles could be secured above my head. I was formed in a "U" with my pussy pointed at an angle. The weight was removed from my nipple clamps but the chain was then attached to the stock so now my tits were pulled up. My pussy and butt were generously lubricated I moaned softly as a 7 inch long silicon, vibrating butt plug was inserted into me.

I watched as Miss Lisa rolled our newest toy over to me, a fucking machine. "How much depth can she take?" she asked Mistress

"Give her 8 inches, she can do more than that but at this angle I think that is plenty." Mistress replied.

The proper dildo was secured to the end of the rod that went back and forth driven by a motor as Mistress inserted a dildo into me that had a plunger on one end and "uuuUUGH" I moaned as she injected my pussy with more lubricant. She smiled at me and said "We want things nice and slick down here, baby, one more squirt."

"uuuuUUUGGGHHH" I moaned as she squirted me again. That really felt pretty good to be honest. 

I heard Stephanie moan as one of the guys began to fuck her and I could tell by the volume and experience that she was very close to cumming. I looked over there and saw Jason was pumping her hard and fast as I heard her high pitched squeal as she shot her cum into his belly. 

"Oh Yeah, Steph! That's it sweetie, I want another one, come on!" Jason said to her.

Miss Lisa positioned the machine with the motor raised because of the position of my body. The dido would plunge down into my pussy.

Lastly Mistress took some lotion and circled my clit with it. This was to focus the static charge that she promised upstairs. She has shocked me many times before an it is an incredibly intense feeling of pure pleasure. It's almost too much pleasure so she shocks me in short bursts. I looked at her surprised as she circled my nipples too. She just smiled at me and winked.

The fucking machine was turned on, very slowly at first to ensure that all of the angles were correct "OOOHHHHGGaaa" I moaned around my gag as I it felt heavenly as it plunged deep into me. Miss Lisa and Mistress watched as it stroked me a few times and then slowly turned up the speed to a medium setting, about the speed that a normal guy would fuck me. I watched as Miss Lisa reached over and began to play with my clit rubbing it with her finger and looking me in the eye and smiling. I began to grunt and moan as my body responded to her touch.

As our eyes locked everything seemed to slow down, I could feel the dildo slide deep into me and then reverse direction but it seem to be at one tenth of the speed that it was actually going just a moment ago. I watched as she leaned over and licked my clit and as she did I jerked. I saw and felt my tits rise and fall in slow motion and the instant that they fell still time sped back up to normal speed.

I closed my eyes and then opened them wide as I felt a huge wave of pleasure wash over me. I screamed loudly as my thighs began to twitch like they do when I cum as my orgasm crests. "Oh..Oh..Oh...DAAAAAA!" I shrieked as I came. Because of the way that I was positioned when I squirted, I squirted myself on my tits.

I heard Stephanie explode in another orgasm shrieking in delight as Jason said to her "Yeah Stephy, baby! Come on, do that again!" followed by the slap, slap, slap of his pelvis slamming against hers.

I looked up and saw Brad standing with Mistress and heard her tell him to get me flat on the floor. The fucking machine was turned off and removed. My pussy was tingling like mad from the nonstop penetration and I so badly wanted to rub myself. Then he untied my feet and unlocked my stock from the wall. He then dragged me by my feet until I was flat on my back several feet from the wall. A rope was attached from opposing walls parallel to my body to my ankle cuffs spreading me as wide as was possible. Two more ropes were attached from the wall that was behind my head to each end of the stock and pulled tight.

During this time I noticed that Stephanie had become quiet, as I rotated my head in her direction I saw that both guys stood on one side of her and the Dom's on the other side. She was spread with her legs out and back and I could she was double penetrated with dildo's. I also saw that Mistress had her clitoral shocker in her hand.

The room got completely quiet except for a whimper or two from Stephanie and I. Mistress then stated "You girls owe Lisa and I some payback for what happened upstairs. You will each get 15 seconds with this." and she held the device up so that we could both see it and pulled the trigger. A white bolt of static electricity arced from the tip to the ceiling.

She had shocked my clit on several occasions before, it is an EXTEMEMLY intense jolt of pleasure that shot through my entire body causing my entire body to spasm. The static electricity is focused by spreading a jelly like substance on our bodies that attracts the charge. I could not imagine enduring 15 seconds of it and poor Stephanie had no idea what was coming. Mistress continued saying "You will each get 5 seconds on then 5 seconds off then 5 seconds on then 5 seconds off then 10 seconds on."

I watched as without hesitation she shocked Stephanie on her clit from the side I heard the click then the and the "zzzz...zzzz...zzzz" from the charge as Stephanie erupted. Shrieking and screaming as her cum shot from her. Miss Lisa began fucking her with a dildo for her second round in which her screams were more subdued as she came again. After her second round the room was again silent except for Stephanie's low groaning "uuuuhhhgod... uuuuhhhgod."

When Mistress hit her with the longer third round she erupted again as Jason was now working the dildo in her butt while Miss Lisa was fucking her in her pussy. Her shrieks were loud, long and seemed to go on much longer than 10 seconds. She was obviously in multiple orgasms as she was cumming almost continuously squirting her juices almost to the ceiling. When her time was up the room finally fell silent again except for Stephanie's panting and groaning.

"Untie her, she is done." said Mistress. As she turned and walked toward me. "Now for the bondage bitch." she continued The butterflies in my tummy increased 100% for each step she took.

"Settle down now, you can handle this." I told myself.

Miss Lisa and Brad were untying Stephanie and Jason joined Mistress looking down at me. There is one thing about Mistress and that is that she likes to change the rules sometimes. She knew that I knew what was coming so she said "Blindfold her." staring down at me locking my eyes with hers. She smiled as she saw my eyes widen.

I saw Stephanie join the group looking at me supported by Brad. As Jason placed a black silk bag over my head and tied the string loosely around my neck. I felt Mistresses hand on my pussy as she pushed three then four fingers into my pussy as she began to move them back and forth. I felt her thumb join the group as I realized that I was going to be fisted.

"uuuUUUHH!" I moaned as her hand pushed into me and she began to fuck me with her arm.

I heard Mistress say to Miss Lisa "You shoot her while I fuck her and on her 5 second breaks hit her here and here." as I felt first one nipple pinched then the other. " And YOU." she said slapping me on the tummy "Take it like a big girl." "Begin...now." Mistress said as I heard the 'click'.

Mistress was fucking me very hard and when the static charge hit my clit it was my turn to erupt. And that I did as my entire body went rigid and I felt my cum erupt from me as I screamed in ecstasy. I was tied very tight but I could move slightly by turning my pelvis and I twisted back and forth reflexively. Mistress stayed with me fucking me for all she was worth. As spots began to cloud my vision the sensation suddenly stopped but was replaced by another on my right breast. 

'Click' My entire breast began to tingle and warm as my nipple ached some. It was not unpleasant at all, it was a strange and interesting feeling. Then it stopped.

'Click' and another shattering bolt of pleasure shot through me but I did not jerk and spasm like the first time. I had resigned myself to my fate seeing the spots appear again as I came once again. I felt my legs begin to quiver as the sensation abruptly ended. For only a moment the only sound was my squishing pussy.

'Click' and my right breast began tingling and warming "uuuOOHHH" I moaned enjoying the fucking and the breast sensation. The feeling suddenly stopped and I heard Miss Lisa say "Stephanie, your turn." as I heard her pass the device to her. "Give her the full 10 seconds." she continued.

"I'm sorry, Ellen." she said.

'Click' when the charge first hit my clit I jerked some causing my body jerk off of the floor about half an inch. I just laid there feeling Mistresses fist fucking me nice and deep cumming almost constantly my head rolled to the side. Suddenly the electric feeling stopped as I came one last time.

The room was again quiet except for the squishy sounds of my pussy being fisted and my gasping and soft moans. My entire body was tingling as I tried to relax. I expected to be released at that point but I wasn't. My hood was removed as was my gag and Miss Lisa gave me some water that I drank greedily through a straw.

The guys and the Dom's began to kiss and hug Stephanie like they do me after a 'session'. I just lay there still secure in my stock and tied spread wide and stared at the ceiling. Mistress smiled at me and said "You will get yours when we are done with you because you see YOU have not been fucked... yet."

"But..." I tried to protest but Mistress interrupted me.

"Machines don't count." she said as I raised up so that she could put a small pillow under my butt.

Brad walked to me and stood for a second as I noticed his rock hard cock then Jason walked over and stood beside him. "Oh god." I whispered as Brad knelt down and mounted me. The feel of his very real and very large cock sliding into me almost took my breath away "Oh god yeah, fuck me hard, please do it now, fuck me please fuck me." I begged.


Stephanie And Me



I could really feel my restraints as Brad began pounding me hard and fast. When he tired Jason took over and they tag teamed me for at least 20 minutes. Amazingly, I only came twice both times with Jason and this created some competition among them. Each tried to out fuck the other but I cannot control my orgasms. It was nothing personal.

Brad was fucking me for all he was worth and trying to encourage me "Come on, Ellen, one more squirt for me, baby, please sweetheart." he said. All I could do was lay there and enjoy their cocks quietly until I felt Brad erupt deep inside me. 

"UUUGGGooooooo" I cooed as I felt his semen rush into me. I looked to one side and there was Jason stroking himself as Brad dismounted me.

Jason began fucking me with long, deep powerful strokes and it did not take long before he came but he did not cum in me. He came on me. His semen squirted from my chin to my pussy and across my tits. He came with some very deep and satisfied groans. Again I expected to be released but I was not. They all stood over me looking at me.

Miss Lisa said "Stephanie, lick her clean." 

Stephanie got on her knees and began to do as she was instructed. It only took her a few minutes to complete the job. It was then that Mistress began to untie me, kissing me and telling me what a good girl I was and how proud she was of me. A giddy feeling came over me knowing that I had pleased her that much and I was all smiles as the rest of the group crowded around as I stood up.

After a few minutes of leg stretching Mistress pointed at Stephanie and me and said "You two girls still owe me 30 minutes of hogtie time."

Stephanie and I looked at each other and she whispered to me "I forgot about that."

I whispered back "Let's get it over with, ok?"

We both got on the floor and lay on our stomachs as Jason and Brad hogtied us tightly but they did not put us in a head harness or gag us. After we were securely tied everyone but Mistress went upstairs. Mistress stayed with us to watch us as a safety precaution but she sat across the room.

We were right next to each other and except for the occasional grunt were silent for a long time. I heard Stephanie begin to moan after a while and I whispered "Just relax, sweetie, relax." her moaning slowed and got softer. When Mistress called "5 minutes to go, girls." we looked at each other again.

I whispered to her "The last 5 minutes is the hardest part. You did not have to do this, you know, you could have gone home."

"Ellen," she said "I would not have missed this for the world."

She gave me a knowing glance and I knew that I now had a bondage sister.



Stephanie and the Neighbor



Mark called me one night telling me that he wanted to violate every part of the relationship that you and I have. He asked if I still had my wedding dress and I told him I did. He told me to bring it along tomorrow as he wanted to see what I looked like the day I got married to you.

When I got over to his house he showed me to the bathroom where he told me to get ready. I asked if I could shower and he told me that I could and to get ready just like I did the day we got married. I showered and shaved my pussy and my legs. I toweled off and felt a little dirty for doing this. I was thinking he just wanted to see what I looked like in a wedding dress. I put on the dress without any panties and put on the white lacy socks and my boots. I put on my veil and pulled it over my face before walking out.

When I walked out of the bathroom I met a man that I had never seen before. He told me that I looked incredibly beautiful. He walked around me checking me out and I asked who he was. He told me that he was just a friend. He was nicely dressed in a suit and tie. This guy lifted my veil and told me that Mark is lucky to be fucking me. I asked where Mark was and he told me he was down stairs. I started to walk toward the basement and the guy stepped in front of me. He wrapped his left arm around me pulling me in as his other hand began squeezing my breast. This guy kissed me deep on the mouth sticking his tongue inside of my mouth. I pulled away and he only smiled asking if he could taste my pussy. I asked him if he wanted me and he told me yes. I asked him if he would like to feel the wetness of my pussy and he told me that he did. As I started to walk away he cut me off again. He grabbed my hand and moved it to his cock which was hanging out of his pants. I gave it a few strokes and started to try and leave when he forced me to my knees by pushing on the top of my head. I tried to pull away and but he was able to forcefully stuff his cock in my mouth. He slid it in and out of my mouth until he heard someone coming and then he let me up.

As I walked down the stairs I noticed there were about fifteen guys and girls sitting in chairs. I noticed that there were candles lit and a stage with a wedding canopy overhead. I swallowed hard not sure what to think about this. I could hear the music start and a hot looking female pulled my veil over my face as she handed me a bouquet of flowers. She whispered that I was lucky a lucky woman as she squeezed my ass. I started to walk up the isle figuring he just wanted to see what it was like to marry me. I looked up and saw a minister waiting for me; there were also bridesmaids and groomsmen. Mark told me to take a deep breath and that we were going to get married. I could feel my juices begin to flow out of my pussy and start dripping down my thighs. My heart was racing as I began to fill with anticipation.

I turned to him and recited my vows; we went and lit a unity candle. He then lifted my veil and gave me a long wet kiss after the minister announced our marriage. I asked who these people were as we walked down the isle and he told me that they were friends who were there to witness me marrying him. He told me the girl who put the veil over my face is his actual wife. I asked if she knew about me having sex with him and he stated of course she did. I walked with him to the back of the basement where there was a heart shaped bed.

Mark lifted me onto the bed and told me to relax and tonight I would be getting fucked like I never have before. I told him that I didn't want to have sex in my wedding dress. He told me that I must as this would be totally crossing the line in my marriage with you. I felt his hand sliding up my thigh pushing the wedding dress up with it. I could feel his fingers start pushing into me and exploring my hole as I tried pushing his hand away. I looked up and saw all these people including his wife turning their chairs around so they could watch us. I told him that I didn't really want to have sex with all those people watching and he told me he wanted witnesses seeing him consummate the marriage. I asked him if they just going to watch and he said maybe. I could feel him begin to finger fucking me while everyone watched the pleasure on my face.

He began to kiss me while he unzipped his pants and pulled them off. He climbed on top of me and I began started spreading my legs so he could enter me. That's when I heard the guy from earlier ask Mark if he could lick my pussy before it got fucked. Mark surprisingly said yes and that he had about five minutes. My heart raced faster than it ever had and I felt this guy begin to lick my cunt with the tip of his tongue. He worked my pussy lips making them get fuller and wetter. I began to moan as he slid his tongue inside of my cunt. As I began to cum he surprised me, by moving up my body as he was able to slide his cock inside of me. Mark stopped him saying that it wasn't time yet. I thought what does he mean it isn't time yet.

Mark laid on top of me and shoved his huge thick warm cock inside of me. His cock feels like it was made just for my pussy. It had been a while since I had sex with him and my pussy was tighter than usual. He began pumping his cock in and out of me while everyone watched and cheered. I got caught up in the moment as it felt so good so I began bucking my hips into his. He placed his hands on my throat and began choking me slightly as he pushed harder into my pussy. I could feel that cock move in and out of me. I loved feeling his warm breath breathing on my neck as he was thrusting his hips into mine, feeling his thighs slide against mine. He began grunting and soon he started cumming inside of me. 

I asked him if his cum got on my wedding dress and he told me it did with a smile. I told him that I enjoyed this and asked if I was allowed to get up. He told me to lie back down and with a wink Mark looked at the 12 guys and said she is all yours, no condoms and no pulling out. I told him no way and he just replied he gets to decide who fucks me, who doesn't and how they fuck me. The guy who ate me out earlier was the first one climbing on top me like a piece of meat waiting to be ravaged, he started sliding his shaft, deep inside of me. His cock was average sized but he knew how to fuck a body hard. I could feel his breathing pick up and his cock started to tighten up, he grasped the inside of my thighs squeezing them tightly and I then felt his liquids fill my pussy as he started kissing me. 

He was just getting off the bed when the next guy shoved his cock into me causing me to push my head into the bed as it felt so damn good. I began to hold onto the bedding as the feeling of being gang banged was the best feeling I ever had. It made me feel like I belonged to these guys as they were taking turns climbing on top me while I wore our wedding dress. I then felt hands holding my ankles down while pulling my legs open as far as they could go. Several other guys pulled my hands above my head holding my wrists so I couldn't move. They told the guy who was fucking me to punish me for being so hot and dirty. The guy fucked me for about fifteen minutes but he pulled out and came on my asshole. I felt the warmth of it slide down my ass onto my dress. Mark yelled at him telling them to not pull out, the guy said sorry, I'll just push the cum back inside of her. I knew it was going in my ass as that is where the cum was and boy did he stick it inside of my asshole. He fucked me for another five minutes or so before exploding inside of me again. He moved in front of me and had me get on my hands and knees as he placed his wet ass dripping cock into my mouth while another guy began fucking me. Both these guys came at the same time which was weird feeling someone cumming in my pussy as someone was cumming in my mouth. 

When they pulled out I was told to move over on top of a black guy who was lying on his back. I started to slide my cunt over the head of his cock. I then felt another guy begin to push his cock into my pussy as well. It was a very tight fit but it felt better than a cock and a dildo in me. Both the guys fucked me like a dog, like I was only there to please them, which I knew that I was. The black guy grabbed the hair from the back of my head pulling me down as they both thrust their solid thick cocks in and out of me. They came one at a time and when they finished they pushed me off and they all started to walk away. 

I asked them if they all wanted another go at me and they all smiled saying you bet. They fucked me harder and deeper this time. They said that should take care of her for the night. I said right away who can handle my pussy for a third time, they all said they did and came back to the bed. I was fucking three of them at times which was just so unbelievable. I was fucked 37 times that night by those guys, talk about a pussy full of cum.



Stephanie and the Poker Game



Stephanie, my girlfriend has heard for a while now about my buddies and the poker games I hold, she has always wanted to meet them and I told her the next game she was invited but she had to behave because Stephanie has quite a wild streak, she told me she would and sounded almost giddy looking forward to the game. I told her okay baby we will have the game on Saturday night.

Saturday night is here and steph is ready to play hostess, she is wearing a nice outfit, not to revealing but definitely accentuates her big beautiful round butt. The blouse shows just enough cleavage to get noticed but not so much so that seems slutty. Her skirt goes down to her knees but is very tight fitting. Steph has long dark hair that accentuates her beautiful blue eyes and porcelain skin.

Steph hears the doorbell and asks me if she can get the door, I said sure baby go welcome out guests. As she opens the door, my friend Andres arrives, he is always the first to arrive and tonight is no different. 

He was shocked to see Stephanie because we have a motto at our poker games, no girls allowed, this is suppose to be boys night out where we can get together and talk and b.s. with each other without worrying what our wives think, by the way all the guys but me are married, so they really like coming to the games to get away from their wives.

So when Steph open the door he had not only a surprised look but slightly disgusted when he saw a woman was going to be there, that disgust quickly melted away when Steph turned around in reaction to me welcoming Andres in, as she turned to look at me, Andres couldn't keep his eyes of her shapely ass, he noticed he was staring too long, looked up at me, realized he was caught and blushed, I gave him a knowing smile with a shrug off my shoulders.

To describe Andres, he is a Columbian friend, Latin like myself and is always talking about sex. Andres is about 6 feet tall, handsome guy, well built, dark hair, he enters my house with booze in hand, I usually supply the food and they supply the booze, he walks in and I introduce him to Stephanie, as they were getting acquainted, my door bell rings again and I go answer it, as I look back, Steph and Andres, seem to be hitting it off.

I open the door and my friend J.D. walks in, probably next to my other find Tom, J.D. is the most sexed guy I have ever met but seems to be full of shit, one of those empty drums that makes a lot of noise, don't get me wrong J.D. is a funny guy he just talks a lot of b.s. when it comes to what he would do to a woman if he got a chance but he seems to be in actuality the most loyal to his marriage.

He looks past my shoulder and sees Andres talking with Stephanie, and is not in the least perturbed, he is concentrating on Stephanie's ass and he doesn't care if I see him looking or not, he is staring so hard he is boring a hole right into her skirt.

Finally without announcement Tom opens the door and lets himself in, Tom is the most sexed up, funniest, craziest dude you will ever meet, he will fuck anything and everything that has a pussy and he is the biggest flirt you will ever meet, to describe Tom and J.D., where as J.D. is short about 5 foot 7, Tom is tall. Around 6 foot 3, where J.D is skinny and spindly with dark hair, Tom is big and muscular with blond hair.

I explain to everyone Stephanie is cool and we can pretend she is not even there; we can talk among ourselves as we always do and Steph will serve as our hostess. I could tell the guys were a little reluctant to be themselves but I figured after a few hands and lots of drinks they would loosen up.

So we started playing no limit hold'em, and Steph brought out some munchies and beers for the guys, I on the other hand don't drink so by the end of the evening I always have a leg up on the guys when they are to drunk to make proper decisions. 

So we are about an hour into the game and my luck is not with me so far, I am not losing a lot but I am not catching any worthwhile hands and the antes are eating me up. I finally get two good starting cards and apparently so does Tom, so we both go to the flop and I am ecstatic because on the flop I caught trips, three of a kind. Three of a kind may not sound exiting but when you don't play with wild cards and there is only two of you in the hand, trips is a pretty powerful hand, so of course I throw down a bet and Tom matches it. 

Now Tom at this point does not have anything that can beat me, the best he can do is to go for an inside straight, which the odds are way stacked against him, so when the card is flipped and it doesn't help him, I throw down another bet and he bets over me. 

At this point knowing Tom he is probably bluffing, Tom loves to bluff and I love catching him on a bluff, so I call his bet and we wait for the next card. The next card is the kind of card that makes you nervous, even though he was most likely bluffing, if he was going for an inside straight he probably caught the card. I check, and he goes all in.

No what do I do, first of all I don't have enough chips to call him, second of all if he caught the straight I am screwed anyway, but Tom bluffs so much and it would be like him at this point to bluff me off the hand that I can't resist and call him.

"Carl, bud, you don't have enough chips to call me." 

"Come on Tom I will owe you, I am good for it,"

"Sorry bud, you made the rules no money no call"

I told him to wait a second, I got up from the chair and walked into the living room to talk to Steph, I came back to the table with Steph right behind me, I showed her my cards I verbalized that Tom was mostly like bluffing and she looked at me, and nodded okay. 

So I said to Tom, "hey man how about Steph will change into a very short maid's outfit for the rest of the night if I lose this hand."

At this point Andres and J.D. were both hooting and hollering for Tom to accept my bet.

"You got it Carl, I will accept those terms, tell me what you have?"

I flipped over 3 Jacks and smiled het had a bigger grin and flipped over his cards and sure enough the river card gave him the inside straight, I had lost, and a huge grin came over all the guys.

Steph: "What does it mean?"

Carl: "It means I lost baby"

" I thought you said Tom was bluffing"

"I thought he was baby, you know what the odds are for him pulling an inside straight."

" I don't care what the odds are, all I know is I have to practically walk naked in front of your friends all night, fine a bet is a bet, I will be back in a few minutes boys."

Steph walks into my bedroom to change and all the guys were drooling with anticipation, we didn't even bother dealing another hand, everyone wanted to see what Steph was going to wear.

She certainly surprised all of us, I had anticipated the maid's outfit to be short but not that short, it barely covered half her ass, her butt cheeks couldn't, and wouldn't be concealed by the skirt, she was also wearing a thong and it sure was a visual delight to see my girl's ass on display. I looked over at the guys and I swear their tongues were hanging out, I looked down through the glass table and every single one of them was adjusting his cock to make more room in their pants. 

The were hollering and whistling, Steph walked over next to me, looked at all the guys and asked "satisfied?"

They all nodded and I suggested we deal the next hand, but Andres looked over at me and said "Carl, man you are out of chips." I looked at Tom who had the most chips and asked to lend me some, he said

"It will cost you"

"What will it cost me?"

"Well with Steph's permission I will give you $50 in chips if you allow me to feel her ass for 1 minute"

Steph looked at me and shrugged, "sure babe let him do it so you can get back in the game, I don't mind."

Tom counted out the chips, pushed them over to me and Stephanie walked over next to Tom, bent over and put her hands on the table, and said "okay big boy you have one minute, feel away."

Immediately Andres and J.D. got up from their spots and walked behind Tom and Stephanie to enjoy the view, I looked at my watch and told Tom "you have one minute buddy."

I watched Tom's hand slowly lift her skirt up and flip it on top of her back, now we could all see her full ass and it simply looked amazing, perfectly round, waiting to be caressed. Tom places his hand on top of her butt and begins to massage it, he takes his other hand and puts it on her other globe, you could see his pants tenting up as his dick must have been hard as a rock. Steph starts to wiggle her ass, as his hands caress it, I was enjoying watching my girl being manhandled by Tom, I have always been a voyeur and my fantasy was coming true.

I finally told Tom "time's up", and I heard a collective sigh from all of them including Steph. As Steph got up, Tom gave her a playful tap on her ass, and a moan escaped her lips. I said, "watch it, she likes getting spanked" and I smiled as I said it, again the same groan, but much louder came from my guys.

So Tom asked, "okay what do we have to do to get the opportunity to spank her butt?"

I replied "hmm maybe the next time you lose a big hand to me, that will be your consolation prize for losing to me J"

So J.D. says, "what if I lose too"

I answer back, "Well, if it is a big enough loss then maybe you can spank her ass too."

Then Andres chirps in "count me in I am losing all my money to you" and everyone cracks up.

So Andres couldn't wait to deal the next hand and everyone goes all in, including me, we deal out all the cards and I flip over a pair of 9's, everyone folds and they say you win and we all start to laugh. I pull all the chips over to me, and J.D. beckons Steph over to him.

Steph walks over to him, he points to his lap and Steph bends over his lap. J.D then lifts her skirt out of the way, rears his hand back and a loud whack is heard as his hand comes down hard on my beautiful girlfriend's ass. She moans loudly which encourages him even more and he starts slapping her ass harder and faster till it turns beat red. You could feel the sexual tension in the air as Steph wiggles her ass on his groin.

Finally Andres says "come on man give me a turn at that ass."

So Steph gets up from J.D.'s lap and we all notice a wet spot on J.D. and we don't know if it came from Steph, J.D. or both. Andres pushes his chair back and Steph lays down across his lap. Andres is more tender, he starts to lightly slap her butt, but Steph tells him "come on Andres, act like a man, slap my ass baby." That's all the encouragement Andres needed to hear and he starts wailing on her ass, to the point that it starts to look painful, Steph is grimacing with every slap but she doesn't tell him to stop. 

Finally I cut in, "okay...okay Tom's turn"

But Steph says she needs a break, her butt really hurts

Tom's suggests "Hey Steph would you prefer I rub some oil on your butt to make it feel better."

"Oh what a wonderful idea, hey baby can you go get the oil for Tom so he can rub it in for me."

"Sure baby", I get up and go into the bedroom to retrieve the oil.

When I return, I found that Steph and Tom had moved to the couch and Steph was already laying face down over his lap. I brought the oil over and handed it to Tom, He asked me to remove her thong so he wouldn't get oil on it. So here I was removing my girlfriend's thong so Tom could play with her ass.

Tom started to pour a handful of oil all over Stephanie's red sore butt. We all watch the oil slowly travel down her crack until it past her sphincter. Then Tom handed me the bottle as we all watch his hands slowly start to massage the oil all over her ass. Andres and J.D sat on either of Tom to get a real good close up view.

We all watched in silence as Tom massaged all her painful areas, we watched as his fingers slipped down her crack and I saw her slightly wiggling her ass. She was really enjoying the massage. He let his fingers move down slightly more.

Tom was rubbing her ass all over and she was squirming under his touch.

I couldn't believe his hands were all over her ass and I was allowing it, and she loved it. He got a little bolder and let his fingers glide over her small pink hole and barely touch it.

She gasped but didn't move, Now I knew he had her, and we had crossed a big line in the sand, he got bolder and let his fingers glide down her crack and continued his downward movement till he hit her bald lips. 

They were very wet, he let his pinky glide over one of her lips, and she gasped again. He moved his fingers further down and was now rubbing her pussy, she was extremely wet. He let his forefinger enter her pussy and she reacted by pushing her butt down on his hand, she wanted him deeper, soon he was driving his hand deep into her pussy and soon thereafter she had a mind-blowing orgasm. 

At that point I saw J.D who was sitting near her head, take out his cock, he was so horny, he couldn't take it anymore, then the most amazing thing happened, I watched Stephanie grasp his cock and bent her head down and took his cock into her mouth. 

At this point Tom got up from underneath Stephanie, and she didn't miss a beat, she continued sucking J.D.'s cock. So Tom stood up and took off his clothes at which point he pulled Stephanie up on her knees, knelt behind her and we all watched his cock enter her pussy and Stephanie gave us a loud moan as he sank his cock all the way inside.

Tom started fucking her deep and hard.

"Oh my god! Oh my God!" at this point J.D. started bucking his hips, grabbed Stephanie's hair and started fucking her mouth as he exploded inside her mouth, he came so much that we saw some cum dribble out of Steph's mouth, but she licked her lips and gather it all back in with a big smile on her face.

Andres quickly dropped his pants, pulled J.D. out of the way and drove his cock into her mouth, all the while Tom continued fucking her. We could tell Tom was getting close because he was really fucking her hard now and with a loud guttural moan he exploded inside my beautiful girlfriends pussy. His legs got weak and he fell over onto the carpet.

Andres, pulled his cock out of Stephanie's mouth, grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dining room, he sat in one of my armless chairs, Andres sat down on the chair, with his cock standing straight up in the air, Steph stood over him, she looked down as Andres held hid engorged cock in his hand pointed at her pussy as she lowered herself, Andres' cock broke through her smooth lips and we watched as Stephanie's pussy slowly devoured Andres' cock.

She lowered herself all the way till she was impaled by his cock, she then reached over and started to kiss his face till their lips met and started to French kiss. Stephanie made no pretense of what she wanted, she wanted to fuck Andres and she started to buck up and down on his cock. She kept riding his cock, Andres stood up holding her ass in his hands, his cock still in her, he walked over to my bedroom, we followed, as Andres laid her down on the bed, put her legs on his shoulders and really drove his cock into her pussy.

He had been fucking her for a good ten minutes when we watched him pull his wet cock out of her pussy, flipped her over on her knees, pull her ass up in the air while pushing down on her back, so it had a beautiful arch showing just her ass, we watched him grab his cock and slowly move it closer to her pussy and her entered her ever so slowly we could see her lips stretch to accommodate his cock.

I took off my clothes and laid down at the top of the bed in front of Stephanie and guided my cock to her lips, she looked up and smiled at me, and she mouthed the word thank you as she descended on my cock, and I knew why she had thanked me, she loved every moment and she was appreciative that I didn't get jealous but instead enjoyed and participated in all her pleasure.

It was so sexy watching Andres drive his cock into my girlfriends pussy as she sucked the life out of my cock, I have never felt closer and loved my girlfriend more then at this very moment, because her pleasure was my pleasure, and we both new this would open a whole new world of experiences.

Andres was fucking her deep and hard I could see his cock enter her pussy over and over, sometimes he would slow down so we could watch it as if his cock was moving in slow motion, we could see Steph's lips slowly open up each time he pushed it back in. My girlfriend loved every minute; she had just got fucked by Tom and now was enjoying getting fucked by Andres. 

Andres started fucking her harder and faster, really driving his cock deep inside her pussy and then I heard that familiar scream as Stephanie came. Hearing her cum sent me over the edge and I exploded inside of her mouth, she swallowed every drop. Andres grunted and came inside my girlfriend's womb. 

He slowly got up with cum still dripping from his cock as he exited her pussy. He took his cock and rubbed the excess cum on her thigh and she just smiled at him.

At this point all the guys were spent and in unison they all said we better get going, we stayed in bed, as they were leaving the house, we heard Tom yell out, "hey Steph are you coming to the next poker came?"

Stephanie yelled back " nothing could keep me away" with that we heard the door close, and Stephanie pulled herself up into my arms, we kissed and she fell asleep with her head resting on my chest.



Stephanie and Willard Browne



The Hamilton High late December homecoming game and dance, and the related after event parties, was always the big event of the upcoming 1new year, every year, kind of a pre-prom I guess one might say. I was taking Stephanie Ward, my girlfriend of the past year. We were both seniors and were even talking about getting engaged and hitched after high school. The plan was for us to get engaged, me join the army and learn a trade, and for her to go to nursing school. And, upon my return, we'd get married. That was the plan; it was the plan no longer.

"Yes, Darla, he's taking me. It'll be boring, but it's better than nothing; not much better, but better," I heard her say. Darla Willis was Steph's best friend.

"Question Steph, if you think he's such a loser why do you stay with him. You could find a better class of guy if you wanted to?" said Darla. I heard my soon to be ex-girlfriend snicker.

"Take a closer look girlfriend, I'm overweight, My brown hair is always frowsy looking, I'm too damn tall, and my personality isn't the most engaging if you get my drift. What decent looking guy is going to want to have me around? I might be able to snare one of the nerds are us crowd; they're desperate to a man, but even Willard is better than them. No, I'm stuck with the guy, no doubt about it.," she said.

"All of the things you just downed yourself for are fixable—all of them—Steph, except being tall; and I see that as an advantage not a drawback. Willard on the other hand is not fixable. He's short, at best a C student, utterly without talent as a boy animal, and possessed of personality roughly analogous to watching the fishing channel. You really need to boost your standards, girl, really," said Darla. Stephanie did not catch the slight and very strange look in her girlfriend's eyes.

I heard my soon to be ex sigh. "Yeah, I guess," she said. "But it's too late to start the campaign now. Homecoming is this weekend."

I was stunned. Now I wondered why she'd agreed to be my woman, why she was making plans to marry me. Of course, having heard what I'd just heard, the answer was simple enough I supposed: she was of the opinion that she had to settle for me. Clearly her friend Darla was getting her to rethink her decision. I planned to second Darla. 

I coughed to gain their attention. "Hi Darla, how's it going? Never mind Homecoming, Steph, I wouldn't want you to be seen with a short, romantically untalented, less than interesting, C student. You need to do what Darla is suggesting and raise your standards. Have a nice day, both of you," I said. Now it was the two of them that were stunned. I turned and walked off.

"Shit!" I heard her say to my back. "Will, stop. We need to talk. You can't just dump me four days before Homecoming." She was saying all of this as she tried to keep up with me. I wasn't running, but I was walking fast. I stopped and turned to her.

"After what you just said about me to Darla! A girl by the way who will spread it all over the school before lunch is over? I mean you expect me to take you to Homecoming after all of that!" I said. She sighed; she seemed to be doing a lot of that.

"Yes. You have to. I've spent; well, my dad's spent, a ton of money on my dress, I've got appointments at the hairdressers and the manicurist; you can't just dump on me and run off with your tail between your legs because I hurt your feelings! You have an obligation," she said. I couldn't believe her gall or her reasoning. But, at the same time I was intrigued. 

I noticed we were standing in front of the girls' bathroom: how fucking appropriate, I thought. "An obligation? When you clearly hold me in contempt? How do you figure I have an obligation?" I said.

"Okay, I was out of line, saying those things to Darla. I apologize, okay. And, I will make sure she doesn't repeat what all I said. Yes, I know I dented your ego, and I'm sorry for that. But, frankly Willard, you are too short and you are boring and you are not all that bright; but, all that said, I'm no prize either. We need each other. You have to take me to Homecoming. I'd just die if you humiliated me like that, Will. Please, dump me afterwards if you still want to, but you have to take me," she said. I stared at her. I stood there switching my weight from one foot to the other. I stopped.

"Okay, I'll take you. But don't expect a lot of enthusiasm on my part. You hurt me pretty good with all you said. As for after Saturday, you can consider us history. You can start hunting for my replacement after that. Got it?" I said. She nodded.

"I'll make it worth your while," she said. "No more put downs, I promise. Just take me and be polite. Okay?" 

"Yeah right," I said. I had acquiesced at least partly because my dad had also spent a ton of money. I had a new suit, a forty dollar corsage already paid for, and a limo also already paid for. By honoring my "obligation" I'd at least get the use out of them, and who knew, maybe I'd find me a new woman; I'd sure as hell be scouting the floor for one. I was not the loser she and her friend Darla apparently thought me.

Yes, I was short at five-five. Yes, I was an inexperienced lover, but I'd could learn. And, I was most definitely not a fucking C student, not really; I got C's and B's that was true, but I could have gotten A's, just not while working the thirty hours plus a week, every week, all nights and weekends, that I did. Why work so hard? I had been saving up for our wedding, mine and Stephanie's. My family was not actually rot gut poor, but rich we definitely were not: lower middle class pretty much described us.

******

Homecoming was being held in our school gym. It wasn't crowded yet. Steph and I were not the first ones there but we were early. We meandered our way over to the already set up refreshment table. I ladled out a plastic glass of punch for her. She took a sip as I was ladling out one for myself.

"Jesus, Will, somebody's already spiked this stuff," she said. "Rum, I think."

"I tried it. You're right," I said. "And it is Rum. I'm bettin' one-fifty-one."

"This is going to be one hell of a party, boyfriend," she said.

"Boyfriend?" I repeated.

"Your ego still in the shitter from what I said the other day?" she said.

"Yeah, right along with my heart, girlfriend," I said.

"Will, I am really sorry for my stupid remarks. My head had to be a yard up my ass for sure. Forgive me?" she said. I stared at her for a long moment.

"What the hell. Okay, but no more of that stuff. Okay?" I said. Okay, I was hard up; so shoot me.

"You got it," she said.

People began arriving. The professional DJ hired for the evening got things started. Soon the gym was filled with laughing and clowning students doin' the boogie and generally getting down.

Steph and I danced the first three numbers, one of which was slow. She gave me the high sign and I headed for refills at the punch bowl. Yeah we knew what was what, and we figured so what.

Then something happened that surprised me, and I think Stephanie more than me: different boys began asking her to dance. She did look good from my perspective; she'd outdone herself at the beauty parlor. But, nobody had ever cut my time with her before, but now they were—they meaning plural. Before the night was over I'd gotten but one more dance with her; and, spent less than twenty minutes with her total socializing when we—she—wasn't dancing. 

I should note that I did get two dances myself apart from my four with Steph. Both of those were with Darla Willis, go figure. It might be useful to note something about Darla here. Darla was a cheerleader with a cheerleader's body and ponytail and C-cup breasts and bubble butt and bubbly personality and parents with money; put another way, utterly out of my league. So why did 'she' ask me to dance? I had my suspicions, but she did, and I did—dance with her that is.

Then the night was over, and something happened that frosted me pretty good. Stephanie came up to me, looking kinda sheepish, and asked if it would be all right for Sammy Gilchrist, El Jocko Mangusto Supremo, to take her home. "I know you're probably disappointed, Will, if you say no I'll just tell him I'm going home with you. But..."

It was surreal. After all her efforts to make up with me. After my reprogramming my head to forget about all she'd said about me to Darla that day. After all of my planning to get with her after the dance and surrender my cherry to her; she wanted to go home with Sammy Gilchrist. Well fuck! I gave her my you've got to be shittin' me look.

"Whatever, Stephanie, go ahead. Go, make his day, I mean night," I said. She gave me a look, touched my cheek, and strode off to join her new boyfriend.

******

The following Monday she plopped down across from me in the cafeteria. "Hi Will, we got a party to go to Saturday night at Andrea's; I just got the word. It's her birthday," she said. I looked at her, stood, picked up my platter, and walked off. I think she was actually surprised. I was dumping my trash when she caught up behind me.

"Will? Is something wrong?" she said. I couldn't believe her. I actually thought it was funny. I laughed, causing any number of other folks to stare at us. I didn't answer her; I just walked off leaving her there. But that wasn't the end of it, oh no, that would have been too much to ask.

I was in the caf early the following morning when she plopped down across from me much as Stephanie had the day before. She looked good; well, she always did.

"Good morning, Darla. You're up early too, I see."

"Yes, I need to do a little prepping for a quiz in Michelson's class," she said. I nodded and went back to nibbling on my bran muffin.

"You not talking to Steph?" she said. I gave her a look that was meant to say what-business-is-it-of yours. She ignored it.

"Willard?" she said.

"Why do you care, if I may ask?" I said.

"She's my friend and she's hurt because of your apparent attitude," said Darla.

"Hmm, My attitude? You do know she dumped me at Homecoming, right?" I said. "Doesn't leave me much room to maneuver does it?"

"She didn't dump you. She just..."

"Yeah just went home with another guy. She fucking dumped me, Darla, and this time there is no forgiveness for what she did!

"Let me lay it out for you, Darla. My dad spent $300 bucks for my night with Stephanie—three hundred we could barely afford by the way. And, I'd made plans for after the dance too. Plans that included making out with Stephanie and saying numerous sweet nothings in her ear in hopes of getting into her pants. But, then, she comes up to me, all sweet and everything, and tells me she wants to dump me to go out with Sammy. That after ignoring me on the dance floor half the night—also mostly with him by the way. And now, you show up here telling me she's upset with me!"

"You danced with other people too," said Darla.

"No, Darla, I danced with you, twice, probably at her request so she could say that I danced with others too. I'm not an idiot, Darla. And, I am no longer associated in any fashion whatsoever with her. Tell her that, so I can get on with my life. Okay?"

"Okay, if that's the way you want it," she said. "But, I think you are making a big mistake."

"I'll tell you what, Darla. Answer me one question honestly. If the answer is the right one, I'll make one more try with my likely soon to be ex-girlfriend Stephanie Ward," I said.

"Okay?" she said.

"Did she or did she not ask you to dance with me to keep me happy?" I said. She looked away. I smiled, but mine was a sardonic smile.

"Like I said, Darla. Oh, and do give my ex-girlfriend my best. Okay?" I walked off. Nor in the long run was that the end of things.

******

I got looks from Stephanie, and from Darla too for that matter, during those final months of our common high school experience, but neither tried to actually engage me in conversation. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. But, on graduation day that changed. Stephanie approached me. 

We were still in our grad suits, but getting ready to head out to the inevitable after-grad parties planned for that night and then to the college or workplace that beckoned our young an optimistic persons.

I was just coming out of the bathroom and heading for my dad's car—I'd borrowed it—with the intention of going to Carla Kidd's house for the party she was having. Carla was a nerd and a friend of mine, and I'd gotten her invite first and committed myself to going.

"Congratulations Willard. I guess you'll be heading off to state now," she said. I looked her up and down. The intensity of my ire had faded to some extent over the past five months. I decided to be pleasant.

"Hello, Stephanie. Congratulations to you too," I said.

"Got a minute?' she said.

"I really don't Stephanie. I have a party to go to," I said. "I still have to go home and get ready."

"Just a minute or two, Will, for old time's sake," she said. I shrugged.

"Okay. Whatcha got?" I said.

"Well, I've got a proposition for you," she said. I could feel my eyes narrowing.

"Yes?"

"I'd like to invite myself to be your date at the party," she said. I actually snickered.

"After what you did to me at Homecoming!" I said. "I don't think so. I'm not into compounding my humiliation."

"That was rotten of me wasn't it. But, if you'd have a little mercy on this girl, I'd guarantee that it would not happen again—ever—and I promise to more than make it up to you," she said.

"Yes it was rotten of you," I said. "I'm still trying to get over it if you wanna know." She looked down.

"Will, I am very ashamed for doing that to you. Maybe it was the punch. I don't know. Or, Sam was a jock—one who'd never given me so much as a sidelong glance before—and he was offering me a ride in his Corvette and to be his date for the parties. I was overwhelmed. I was a stinker, Will; I know it; and I want to make it up to you," she said.

Well, I didn't have a date for the party, and I would feel a lot better having one, so you guessed it; I buckled, knuckled under, gave in, surrendered to my hormones. "Okay, I guess. I'll run you home to get ready, and then I'll pick you up at 6:30. Okay?"

"Sure bet, Will. Let's go," she said.

I was very leery about dating this particular girl, but then, what could be the harm, or the worst she could do to me? Run off again? Hell, I half expected her too. But, I reasoned, maybe it would be all right.

I did pick her up and we did make it to the party. After the party we did really good, at two lover's point. She pulled my pants down and did an oral number on my dick that on a scale of one to ten was definitely an eleven. I did wonder where, and who with, that she'd picked up that particular skill.

She didn't let me fuck her, claimed it was her time of month. But, I did get to taste her nipples for the first time, and I became an instant titty man. We made out for three hours. It was the best love making ever! Well it was for me.

I dropped her at her parent's door. It was 3:00AM. We kissed goodnight.

"We good again, Will?" she said, just as she was about to step inside her house.

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "Yes." She smiled, touched my cheek, and went inside.

I guess I had a girlfriend again.

I still had a month to go before I headed off to college. I called her on the Monday after our makeup date, as I now thought of it. We made dates for the following Friday and Saturday nights. I was looking forward to hitting a homerun on both of them. Now, that I gotten to third base, I figured it was a done deal. Well, hope springs eternal.

******

Friday came slow, but it did come, and I picked her up at her parent's house and we went to the movies. We got a bite to eat at Johnny's Eatery afterwards, and I started to drive us out to the point. 

"Where are you taking us, Will?" she said.

"To our secret place," I said, grinning from ear to ear. She was silent for a moment.

"Will, would you mind if I begged off tonight. I am so tired, and there's always tomorrow," she said. The disappointment I felt must have been obvious even in the darkness. Or, maybe it was my silence that clued her.

"I'm sorry," she said. "But, I promise. I will make it up to you. Okay?" she said.

What could I say. "Sure, okay. Tomorrow then, okay?" I said. She smiled, but it was not an engaging smile. It was more like a not-engaging smile. But, what could I do. Well, it turned out that there would be nothing that I could do.

I went to pick her up the next evening at 6:30, the agreed upon time. Her mom met me at the door.

"Will?" said Mrs. Ward.

"Here to pick her up," I said.

"Will, she left with Sammy not half an hour ago. Did she know you'd be coming by?"

"I guess not," I said. I turned and walked off and out of her life, Stephanie's.

The next morning I got a call; mom answered it. It was Stephanie. "Honey, it's Stephanie," said my mom.

"I took the call on the line in the hall. I didn't say hello and I didn't wait for her to say anything. "Don't call here anymore Stephanie. We're done," and I hung up." I waited by the phone to see if she'd ignore my dictum. She didn't. I went back to my room and finished an email I was writing to state, where I'd be taking my first classes in three weeks.

I was sitting in a booth at our local IHOP two days later when Tanto showed up. "Hello, Darla, You here again for the same reason as last time? If so take a hike," I said.

"No, she didn't ask me to talk to you. She did mention that you were probably pissed," she said.

"No, I'm just putting her behind me and moving on. She's just too hard on the old psyche. I don't need the aggravation. Give her my best when you see her, and please assure her that I do not want to communicate with her—ever again! Okay?" I said.

"Okay, okay," said Darla. "What about me?"

"What about you?" I said.

"Wanna date me. I mean I am way out of your league, but, I see you as someone who will be going somewhere, a winner; and, I want a winner to be my significant other. How about it," she said. I stared at her like she was from the Red Planet Mars. After all I'd heard her say those months before, all of a sudden I was a winner? Suspicious didn't even come close to covering it; still, I was intrigued.

"You putting me on, Darla? Because, if you are, I don't appreciate it," I said.

"No, just giving you the straight up truth," she said. I looked her up and down: gorgeous, personality plus, and, shorter than me. Damn few downsides for sure. I rubbed my chin, and gave her my hardest stare.

"Okay," I said. "I could get my head around that. Tomorrow's Saturday. Wanna go out to eat and maybe see a show or something?"

"Absolutely," she said. 

"Okay then. One thing though, a question." She nodded for me to ask it.

"Won't this put a crimp in your relationship with Stephanie?"

"Don't know, don't care. She's got her jock, I guess. I've got you. He'll be pumping gas in a couple of years. You'll be wearing thousand dollar suits. I guess you'd say I'm gonna be a material girl," said Darla. I really wanted to know why she'd changed her mind so radically about my prospects. I decided to ask her.

"You know Darla, you have really surprised me here. I recall you didn't think so much of me as little as a few months ago. Why—how...?"

I talked to my dad, who knows your dad. I knew you had a part time job, but I didn't know how hard you were working to make ends meet and to get yourself in a place where you could marry Stephanie. I knew right then, after my talk with my dad, that you were a winner. Hence, this come on," she said.

"A lot can happen in four years, four collegiate years. But, date you. Oh yeah," I said. "But, anymore than that—well—we'll just have to see."

"Fair enough," said Darla.

******

Darla and I were a mismatch from the gitgo. I knew it. She for sure knew it. And yet, that said, the long and the short of it was, at first, it worked out pretty much as she said it would, sort of.




Stephanie and Willard Browne



I was a major success in school finishing my B.A. in three years and my doctorate in Math in two more. I'd been wooed and signed in my junior year by Tech-Tonics Labs, and went to work for them, at age twenty-three, as a systems analyst. Oh, and they paid for my schooling. So much for my being the loser C-student that Stephanie and Darla had once branded me.

Sammy on the other hand, mister handsome, mister rich parents, and mister he for whom my girlfriend had decided to trade me in for, came to state too, on a football scholarship; and, he quickly blew out a knee and went to work for his dad selling rugs. Well, his dad did own the store; actually, he owned three of them.

But I'm getting too far afield. Getting back to me and Darla. I got my homerun, finally, on our third date, and hit several more with her thereafter. The sex was good, at least for me, and I was in hog heaven. And shock of shocks, at least to me, we got engaged; and, we began making plans. Our marriage was slated to happen in two more months. But then, the inevitable happened.

"Hi, honey. Can I have a word with you," said Darla.

"Sure baby," I said. She looked down and handed me back her engagement ring.

"Honey, I've met someone else. I don't want to hurt you, but, well..." she started. My face dropped, my heart turned cold, and I was momentarily lost.

"Oh, okay. I guess I should be glad it didn't happen after we were married, huh?" I said. I wasn't smiling. 

"Honey, I'm sorry. But, you're a first rate guy. You'll meet someone else." And then she was gone. 

Did I say something about things being surreal? Well, I should have. But, at least Darla didn't pretend to be something she wasn't. I wished her well. And, and in some vague way, I felt relieved. She and I should never even have dated, so I guess I came out ahead in the long run anyway.

I'd only been on the job for eight months; but now it, the job, became my surrogate woman. It wasn't that I was down on myself when it came to my lack of success with women. Hell, I was smart enough to know that I hadn't had enough experience with the fluffy gender to make an evaluation like that. No, my problem was that I just didn't care to go through another emotional situation like the one I'd had with Stephanie. Add to that my unrealistic hope for a long term relationship with a woman way out of my league, Darla; well, and I needed a break from womankind. And I got it—for about a month.

"Mister Browne, call on line one," said Melanie Stafford, my Tech-Tonics supplied secretary.

"Thank you, Melanie," I said.

"Hello, SA division, Browne" I said.

"Hello, Will," said a very familiar voice. "Got time for lunch? My treat?"

"Stephanie? Lunch? Now?" I said. I had been caught completely off guard.

"Well, yes, I mean if you can spare the time," she said. I went silent for a long moment.

"Willard? Are you still there?" she said.

"Uh—yes. Uh—okay. I guess I have time," I said.

"Denny's in ten?"

"Yes, okay. In ten minutes," I said.

She actually beat me there, and Denny's was immediately next to our building. She'd likely called from there, I thought.

I spotted her immediately, and she did look good. She was at least thirty pounds lighter than my memory of her. Hair, makeup, clothes: all different than she'd ever shown in the past. I said so. "Hello, Steph, you look very good today," I said. She smiled.

"Thanks, big guy. You look good too, very professional," she said.

"Thank you for that. So—what's the occasion," I said.

"Kinda depends," she said. 

"Depends?" I said.

"Yes, on what you want to do about what I'm going to be saying here," she said.

"Depends on me? On what you're going to be saying?" I said.

"Yes, exactly," she said. ""I want you to take me to dinner this Friday night. After that I want you to take me to two Lover's Point and make out with me. I've missed you, Will."

"Huh? Uh—I seem to recall having this conversation, or one like it, more than once in times gone by, Steph, and it didn't end well," I said.

"My bad. I thought I needed something else, and I too late discovered that what I really wanted I already had; but, I'd run him off." I nodded.

Too make a short story even shorter. I picked her up at 7:00PM. We dined. We went to two lovers point. She let me pull her panties off. She turned around and leaned over the back of the back seat and waited for me to poke her. And poke her I did. God she was an easy fuck. Real loose, but fresh. Not a tight pussy like Darla's by any means. But, I did manage to get us off. Me for sure, and I thought probably her too, but I didn't have the brass to ask.

After fucking her, we made out for a good hour: me finger fucking her most of the time. I loved having my finger up a woman's twat. It was a hell of a turn on. I'd wanted to bang her one more time, but she demurred. Told me I had to save some for the next time. I smiled and gave in to her wishes.

And then we were an item once more, one more time, I told myself. What could it hurt?

******

We became a serious item after our go 'round at two lover's point. After some six months I proposed—and yes I was a little nervous about doing so. But, a number of other guys were paying attention to her—and no, not her to them—and I didn't want to risk missing out on my life with her. At any rate she said yes. No that's not right. She squealed her yes! She was happy. I was happy. Christmas was three months off and we decided to get married on Christmas Day. And we did. And then I caught a break.

Getting married was kind of a shoestring thing economically at first, but like I said I caught a break. TechTonics promoted me. I went from thirty-five grand annual to fifty. I was now supervisor of analytics and records. Lots of responsibility, lots of hours, and lots of opportunities if I could just manage to not fuck up on the job. And, anyone, who knows anything about keeping records and monitoring company spending, will tell you it's real easy to fuck up. But, the good news was that I didn't, not on the job at any rate.

The problem I had was keeping Stephanie happy sexually. And that had not been a problem until I was promoted. Then it was: the very much longer hours and the pressures of the job made it so.

"Will, you've got to do something," she said." I hardly see you anymore. Yes it's a good job and all, but Jesus don't they know you have a wife. A wife by the way that wants to have a baby at some point. You know like normal people."

"I know honey, but if we can just make through the next year or two, I have a shot at a junior VP slot. My job description is tough to find bodies for and then, after I make VP, there will be fewer hours, though it would involve travel from time to time," I said, in my most begging tone.

"Yeah, like they're going to make a man with three or four years' experience a VP of any kind junior or not," she snorted.

"The fact is they will. I have what they need. Marlon Costley all but guaranteed it, just this week," I said.

"Costley? That blowhard? He's feeding you a line of shit, Willard Browne. And, I'll tell him so if I ever get the chance," she said. I just shook my head.

Still, my long hours didn't really get in the way as much as they might have. We still made love once or twice a week. And, each time we did, I made it my business to make the experience epochal. She reciprocated. 

"Jesus, that was good, Will. Now, if we could do that three or four days in a row, I'd actually be satisfied," 

"Honey girl, the time will come. I promise you. We're still young. We are in the building phase of this little marriage we've got ourselves involved with."

"Yeah, okay, stud. Just make sure you're right," she said.

Things rolled along okay for another year plus, and I did get promoted to junior VP in charge of monitoring all divisions spending and records. And, yes, Stephanie was appropriately impressed. 

The job turned out to be a busy one. That was something that I had misjudged big time. And as thrilled as Stephanie had seemed to be with the extra numbers in my paycheck, she let me know that I was an idiot for not recognizing that my hours in the new position would be even worse than before. 

As VP, significant purchases or expenditures of any kind landed on my desk for analysis and signature. The overall responsibility for such things was actually my boss', Marlon Costley's, not mine; but he had delegated me to handle all but a few of the largest payouts. 

At any rate the pay and benefit package was excellent. I went from fifty to seventy-five annual with a bevy of improved benefits along with the raise. The biggest benefit was the profit sharing. In good years the bonuses would be really outstanding. And then there was the downside. 

I went from no travel to spending two days a week on the road. It was never long travel, and was usually just overnight. But with TechTonics having thirteen branches statewide I was putting a lot of miles on my company supplied car. And, on a further downside, sex between me and Stephanie went for once or twice a week to never more than once a week. Mainly because I was draggin' virtually every day when I got home. Talk about a catch-22. Still...

I had a new job with lots of money and perks and a wife who loved me and made me feel good. And things were good, and then they were fantastic.

"Sit down, Honey," she said. I sat.

"Whatcha got, Steph?" I said.

"Honey, we're pregnant!" she screamed. Then I screamed. Then we hugged. Then we fucked. And, then we slept. I did not deserve so much good in my life, but I had it.

******

That day was some fourteen years ago. That day was roughly nine months before Amy Lee Browne was born—six pound three ounces and healthy if anyone wants to know.

At the time I was a junior VP, now I was a senior VP. And, now I have a problem. My fantastic life may be a gnat's eyelash from ruination. You had to know it right? Stephanie Browne, nee Ward is cheating on me—with my boss.

"A lot of years, huh Steph," I said. I was sitting on the piano bench across from her. She was leaning back against the door jamb looking down. She looked up.

"And a lot more to come, Will. We're only forty. We've got a lot of years ahead of us still," she said.

"Yeah, maybe, just not together," I said. I had a lot more to say to my wife, my cheating wife. But, for some damn reason I just didn't have the energy. I should've been angry, crazy with rage actually. But, I was just tired. The events of the past twenty-four hours had left me frazzled. 

"Nonsense. Yes, my big secret is out. I'm humiliated and sorry and guilty and filled with remorse for what I've done to us. But, none of it, Willard, rises to the level of having to get a divorce. You love her. She loves you. He was just the sperm donor. And frankly, I'm surprised you never caught on to it before this," she said.

"You don't see it as a problem for us, especially me?" I said. "Really?"

"Of course it's a problem. But that said, not an insoluble one. And yes, really," she said.

"My source tells me that now that the genie is out of the bottle, that the asshole sperm donor wants to be more in her life than has been the case up till now," I said.

"That true?" She looked nervous now. 

"He may have said something like that," she said.

"No," I said. "Not ever. And no more uncle Marlon either. He's to be cut off completely."

"Will, it's true you're her real dad, and it's also true that he was only the sperm donor. But, he's been there, around, proud of her too. Just like us," she said. "I mean all of these years."

"It's not enough that you've cheated on me and humiliated me for the past fifteen years! You're going to take his side now too?" I said. "Well, this is the way it's going to be, Stephanie. Amy gets to choose: him or me. That's it. No negotiation."

"What! She's a child. You can't make her choose," said Stephanie. 

"No negotiation. None!" I said. 

"Wait a minute, Will. Look, how about a compromise. How about we just leave things as they are. Amy doesn't know about any of this and she doesn't ever have to know. He'll still just be an occasional visitor, still just good 'ole uncle Marlon," prayed Stephanie.

"If that's what she wants. But, if so I will be gone. And, I don't just mean from you. I'm divorcing you anyway. I mean from here, from this town, state—forever. It's either him or me, again, no negotiation."

"Willard Browne, you can't..."

"I'm going out. I'll be back tonight. We're going to tell her then," I said. I picked up my stuff and headed out.

A bar is a wonderful place for one who needs to calm down and get a grip on reality. Five hours at the Roundup had pretty much brought me as close to getting a grip as could be. I went home. 

******

I knocked. Yes, it was my house, and it felt a little strange the knocking, but this was a statement that I wanted to make. So, I made it.

"Will, why did you knock? This is your house," said Stephanie, as she answered the door.

"Is it? Was maybe," I said. "But, no more," Her look said it all—pure terror.

But then my look, seconds later, was something else: maybe extreme anger—no—hatred. "What's fuckwad doing here," I said.

"Will, we need to talk," said Marlon Costley.

"No we don't," I said. "Oh, and for the record my hatred for you will never die.

"Where's Amy, Stephanie?" I said.

"I sent her to grandma's, Will. Before we tell her, if we do; you need to talk to Marlon and me. I insist," she said.

"You fucking insist? You fucking insist! Whatever gave you the idea, that under the circumstances, that I'd give a rats ass about what you insist Stephanie my dear, faithful, loving, angelic wife. Who the fuck?" I said. I leapt for the big guy who was now standing beside her and landed three punches squarely on his face. Then he landed two on mine. That was the end of the conversation—well—with them. 

The two of them sat in the waiting room waiting for word from the doctor.

"You hit him too hard, Marlon. Way too hard. You outweigh the guy by a hundred pounds; he had no chance," said Stephanie.

"Steph hit me half a dozen times before I retaliated," said Marlon.

"Three times, Marlon, not a half dozen; I was there. And yes he hit you with everything he had. I saw that too. But you could have held back a little something. He's hurt bad, Marlon ," said Stephanie. "What did the cops say to you just now?"

"Not much. Your statement pretty much put an end to their questions," he said.

"Missus Browne?" said the man in white with the stethoscope around his neck.

"Yes," she said, standing and going to the man.

"Your husband will be okay. He does have a concussion. Gonna keep him here for a day or so, just to be safe. You can go in and see him now if you wish," he said.

"Marlon, I'll be back in a few minutes. Maybe sooner if he has me thrown out," she said, half smiling.

"Mom! Uncle Marlon?" said the teenager striding in. 

"Amy!" How..."

"Grandma Browne drove me. She'll be up in a minute; she's parking. Missus Williams next door saw the ambulance and called me on my cell," said Amy. Her mother nodded. 

"Well, wait here. I'm going in to see your dad. I'll be back as soon as I can. Okay?" her daughter nodded.

******

Jesus my head hurt. I mean it really hurt. I thought that they gave pain meds to sufferers like me.

I saw her walk in and my mood darkened.

"You going to throw me out?" she said.

"What are you here for? You gonna finish what your boyfriend started?" I said. She ignored me.

"Whatever you think, Will, I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you. And, for what it's worth, Marlon got both barrels from me for what he did to you," she said.

"Which begs the question, what are you here for?" I repeated.

"To see that you're okay, of course.

"Look, Will, you've got to calm down and talk to me if not Marlon. And, you really need to talk to him too. Yes, he's an asshole, and so am I. Granted. Now, talk to us, the assholes. We all need to get on with things—with our lives—and yes Amy will figure in the mix with all of us. For God's sake, Will, lighten up so we can get some things understood if not actually all problems solved," she said.

"Against my better judgment, Stephanie Ward, or should I say Costley, I will talk to the man, and to you. But it's a done deal that I will never forgive you. Fucking never!" I all but screamed.

"Costley! He's not my husband you are. Get that. He will never be my husband. Never. Why? Because I don't love him. His cock, yes, but his cock has no personality. It's just a very nice dildo. I wish I could get you to understand that. We women always have a lot of trouble making you men understand where we're coming from. Cocks are important to us—for two hours a week, mister Browne! The other hundred and sixty-six hours they aren't."

I could see she was frustrated. Problem was the hurt, the unimaginable hurt she'd put on me was not even vaguely understood by her. I decided to say so now.

"So, what if I did make an effort to understand where you, and women generally, are coming from. What if I did? When will it be, do you think, that you will begin to understand the depth of hurt that you've done to me!" I said.

"As to that, Will, I'm already beginning to, and it scares me," she said. "Changing the subject. Amy's here, and your mom. I know they're wanting to see you. I'll send them in. You and I will talk some more tomorrow, or whenever they release you. Your choice. Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay," I said. "Wait." She stopped and turned toward me. "Send Costley in if they'll let him. I wanna talk to him." She looked dubious.

"Don't worry, I'm in no condition to attack him." I wasn't smiling. She nodded, but it was a tentative nod.

*******

It was no more than two minutes later when his hulking form darkened my door. I looked at him: six-foot-six, two-hundred and sixty pounds: he filled the damn door. He came a few feet closer to me, but not too close. I smiled at that.

"What? Afraid of me, asshole?" I said. I actually did smile then.

"Look, Will, if you have something to say, I'll listen; but, if all you're going to do is call me names, I'm going to be leaving. Which is it?"

"Have a seat," I said, nodding toward the chair a couple of feet from my bed.

"Fifteen years of cuckolding me? Not even an apology? Fathering my daughter, and not even an apology? No doubt laughing your ass off about this poor excuse of a man for all of those years, and not even an apology?

"I'll tell yuh, Marlon Costley, I don't know whether to hate you like no one has ever been hated before or pity you for being such a low life. I really don't know which," I said.

"Okay, okay, Will, you're right. I am sorry, very sorry," he said. "But, just to keep things straight with you; I never laughed at you."

"Well, and we only have your word of honor for that don't we. Kind of weak evidence if you don't mind my saying so.

"Truth, mister Costley, are you going to continue fucking her?" I said.

"You going to divorce her? If so I'm going to marry her—if she'll have me," he said. "For the record I have loved her all of these years, actually from the first moment I ever saw her. So did I laugh at you? Hell no, I envied you, Will. And that is the truth." I nodded.

"And if I don't divorce her?" I said.

"Probably. It'll be up to her. I really don't want to think about ever being without her, I mean since you ask," he said.

"Then you may as well have her. I'll divorce her. I'm done being her cuckold—and yours," I said. His turn to nod.

"Look, about Amy..." he started.

"That's a whole different matter. You stay the hell away from her," I said.

"Will, you've got to lighten up on that. I love the kid too. There, I've said it. Deal with it," he said.




Stephanie and Willard Browne



"Deal with it? Did you say deal with it! Oh, I'm going to deal with it. If she chooses to let you be part of her life, she loses me forever. That's the deal. No negotiation. I've already made that plenty clear to the whore—your future wife," I said. He was worried now. His face said it all.

"Will, please..." he started.

"Nope, not a chance in hell," I said. I was feeling pretty good. I figured that there was zero chance of Amy choosing him. Yes, he'd been around our house some over the years, had good 'ole uncle Marlon, but I'd been her daddy. Day and night I'd been her daddy, not him. And, I damn sure intended to remain so. Custody is what I was after. I wanted sole custody. 

I was hoping, I guess I was hoping, that my stand would keep Stephanie from marrying the asshole. She might continue fucking him, but if she thought that I would cause a major set-to with Amy because of it, she might not actually marry him. What I was afraid of was, that if he moved in with the whore, that they would poison Amy against me. She was a smart kid, but smart enough to overcome a concerted hate campaign on the part of the two adulterers? I didn't want to find out.

******

The visit with my mom and Amy was tentative and scary. They asked what had happened and I just said it was an accident and didn't want to talk about it. They accepted that for the moment opting to apply some TLC instead. They clearly had no clue about how or why I'd gotten into the position I was in. I wondered how long the mystery would last. The immediate question, for me at least, was should I tell them or not. For the moment I didn't, and I don't know why I didn't.

When they left, I thought that I would be left alone with my thoughts—and my pain. The irony in that? The fact that my talks with the bunch of them had helped me to forget my pain for the moment. But, in any event, I was not left alone. My wife returned for a final word.

"Thank you for not telling Amy about what happened. It means a lot," she said. "And for talking to Marlon. And, yes, he'll be telling me about what you told him later on. I won't try to kid you about that."

"How fucking wonderful that you two have such good communications. One thing I assured him of was the fact that I will not accept him being in Amy's life at all. I hope you're getting that because, again, it's non-negotiable." I said.

"Willard, you being so intractable is forcing me to do something I do not want to do. I am going to divorce you and demand custody. And, I am pretty sure, that Marlon as her 'real' father, will make it easier for me to limit your access to Amy. Yes, she'll cry and carry on for a while. But, I'm guessing, that over time, you will be relegated to the background. So, big guy, go ahead and be an asshole. You're not going to win, not in the long run," she said.

I smiled. "Her real father? That pretty much says it all, doesn't it, Stephanie. I love it. I mean you showing your true colors. Go ahead. I've got a few cards to play, and I will, Stephanie. Oh indeed I will," I said.

"Will, I didn't mean..."

"Fuck you, bitch, get out!" The nurses, three of them, suddenly appeared and shooed her the hell away from me.

******

She wasted no time. I was released from the hospital three days later. I had thought that I would only have had to stay overnight, but evidently the doctor thought better of it. At any rate, I was no more than out the doors of the place when a man walked up to me, asked me my name, and handed me the "you've been served" papers.

She was true to her word. She went for sole custody with once a month visitation being all I was to be allowed. My hatred just went up a notch. Ironically, she didn't ask for either child support or alimony, just custody and the house.

I told Clyde Jensen, my lawyer to go to war. He actually rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

******

It was but six weeks later that the hearing was held. I'd only been allowed to visit, but not take home to my new apartment, my daughter even once during that time. The whore was doing her damnedest. 

I had of course quit my job. I was now working for Benedict and Son's, a rival firm. I was no longer a VP, but I was making roughly the same salary, though profit sharing was no longer in the mix. I was still young enough to climb the corporate ladder; I had every intention of doing so too.

"Mister Browne, is it true that you are adamantly maintaining that if mister Costley, Amy's biological father, wishes to have a role in Amy's life, that you won't have anything to do with Amy. That you will unilaterally cut yourself off from her?" said the judge.

"Yes, but there are reasons for my stand, your honor," I said.

"This is a hearing mister Browne, not a trial per se. I am going to let you state your reasons. But, I have to tell you; they're going to have to be real good ones to help your case," he said.

"They are your honor," I said. 

I stood, and looked over at my soon to be ex. "It is not contested that mister Costley, my now ex-boss, in concert with my wife cuckolded me fathering my child, and as far as I'm concerned, your honor, Amy is my child and not his. Nor was that enough for the two of them. For the past fourteen years they have continued in their adultery humiliating me and cheating me out of my rightful place in our home. 

"I found out about my wife's betrayal of me by accident when a mutual friend, happened to notice that Amy looked more like him than she did me. It got me to wondering if I'd been wrong about good 'ole uncle Marlon. One thing led to another, and eventually my wife admitted her perfidy. You can imagine how I reacted.

"Objection, your honor to mister Browne's characterizations of his wife and mister Costley?" said their lawyer

"Overruled for now," said the judge.

"What put an end to my marriage though wasn't Costley's long string of liaisons with my wife. It was the fact that since his actions, their actions, were now out in the open that mister Costley wanted, expected, to have a more active relationship with, how did he put, with 'his'daughter!" I said. "Nor was that all. I was told by my wife that they fully intended to keep on with their illicit liaisons whether I liked it or not.

"It was then that I told her that the marriage was over, and that as far as him being around Amy more than he had been in the past that I would not tolerate it. Rather, as I informed the adulteress, Amy would get to choose between him and me. 

"One upshot of it all was the fact that I lost it when he appeared in my house to tell me what they were going to do, again whether I liked it or not. I punched the man three times; then he put me in the hospital. While there, my wife let it be known that since I was being so stubborn, that she would divorce me and cut me off to the extent possible from Amy. And, so here we are, your honor." I sat down.

"Do your clients have anything to say?" mister Jones—their lawyer.

"No, your honor," said mister Jones.

"Mister Browne, I can understand your feelings here. But, adultery is not a crime in this state. My job is, to the extent possible, is to see to the interests of the child.

"You are within your rights to take this matter to trial. But, I can tell you on the face of it that you will not be getting what you seem to most want: the complete separation of mister Costley from Amy. He has a right to see her. And, I am ruling that so do you. I am going to recommend that you lay aside your anger and accept what I am about to propose and plan to enforce. 

"Mister Browne, you deserve and you will have unrestricted visitation of your daughter, and she is your daughter for the purpose of this decision, as she is also mister Costley's. You are going to have her every other weekend, and summers. Your wife will have primary custody during the school year. Holidays to be split between you and your wife on a rotating basis. I am empowered to grant the divorce on those bases now, without the expense or necessity of a trail, if both parties agree," he said.

"We accept your proposal, your honor," said mister Jones for his clients.

"We do not," said mister Jensen for me. I looked over at the two of them. Stephanie spoke.

"Willard, be reasonable! Please," she said.

"Not a chance in hell!" I said. "He may not be part of her life; he doesn't deserve to be; and, neither do you if it comes to that."

The gavel sounded and a trial date was set for the following month.

******

I headed for the Roundup, I was on my third Vodka on the rocks when she took the stool next to mine.

"Are we really going to have to go through all this, Will. Are we really going to have to get down in the dirt and fight it out?" she said, without preamble, or so much as hello.

"And hello to you too, soon to be ex-wife," I said.

"Will, this is crazy. It doesn't have to be this way. In the best of all possible worlds we go back to the way things were before—well—before all of this craziness," she said.

"You mean before I found out that I had been your cuckold for the past fifteen years, and with years more of the same in my future. Right? Is that what you mean?" I said.

"Will, give me this. I will make it right by you. I swear," she said.

"How?" I said.

"How what?" she said.

"How would you make it right by me," I said.

"Well, you know, like..."

"You'd spread for me. Make the sex really good. Something like that?" I said.

"Well..."

"No sloppy seconds right. And I get more than Costley. Right?" I said.

"Well yes, definitely no sloppy seconds. And you always did get more than him," she said.

"And that would continue, I mean me getting more than him," I said.

"Okay, yes, of course," she said.

"No!" I said. She started to cry.

"But, don't you see. This could be good for us. You as well as me," she said.

"There are only two ways that I would consider getting back with you," I said.

"Two ways?" she said.

"Yes," I said.

"My favorite, get rid of Costley for good and become my faithful and loving wife. By that I mean, he's cut off, out in the cold, never to see my daughter or my wife again for any reason," I said.

"And, option two?" she said.

"For you to figure out a way to make it up to me for everything you and he have done to me over these many years," I said.

"But—how—can I do that?" she said.

"Exactly, Stephanie. Over the years you've done some pretty rotten things to me. But, nothing you ever did in high school or college even vaguely approaches the level of betrayal your actions of the past fifteen years have done to my heart and soul. But, you let me know if you think of a way to do it, I mean make it up to me," I said.

"Will, I know I've been a bum when it comes to how I've treated you, I mean in some ways. But there has never been a time that I didn't love you more than anything or anyone, including Marlon.

"He has bedroom skills that really do things to me that are impossible to match—or explain. I can't give him up. But, if you had a brain in your head, you'd let me play with him on the side and you be my husband the other ninety percent of the time. I know that I can make it up to you if you'd let me. It would take time, but I could do it," she said.

"But in the meantime that evil man would be playing up to my daughter. Making himself her number one dad instead of me. Right, Steph?" I said.

"My God no! Is that what all of this is about? I'll say it again, my God no!" she said. I smiled.

"Right," I said, about as sarcastically as I ever said anything.

"Oh my, you feel threatened by him. I see it now. I didn't before, but I do now," she said.

"Will, I would never let him or anyone else do that to you. Never!"

"Where is he right now?" I said.

"Well, at home," she said.

"My home, I mean what used to be my home?" I said.

"Well, yes."

"And Amy?" I said.

"Well at home too," she said.

"What if I said, okay to sharing you with the asshole, and that I would come home and we'd quash the divorce and get on with things as though nothing had happened," I said. "You know, take you up on your offer to make it up to me?"

"Oh my, that would make me the happiest woman in this town," she said.

"Okay, you wanted me to compromise; well, you did early on in all of this. So, just now I have decided to do just that," I said. "I mean if you still want."

"I do. What? When?" she said. I smiled. I had a plan; it'd hit me while she was still spieling her spiel. It might backfire, but if it worked out that would most definitely be an 'Oh my' situation.

"Now," I said. "Call him and tell him he has two hours to get all of his stuff out of our house. I will be sleeping with you tonight, not him. I realize that you will be fucking him too, just not tonight, and not in my house not ever there. Okay?" I said.

"But..." she started. I raised my eyebrows.

"This isn't just a get even with me trick?" she said.

"No, do what I ask here, and you and I are good. Truthfully, not him and me. But, I will be your willing cuckold. I won't kid you; I won't like it. But, I will do my best to deal with it. Just keep him away from me. Put another way don't rub my nose in it. It's going to be humiliating enough just to know it's going on. But, if you do what I am asking of you tonight, I promise to not say one word about any of this ever again," I said. She gave me a look. 

"Okay," she said. She stood walked a few feet away from me and called him. I could see she was arguing with him. She kept it low key, but she was arguing with him." She hung up.

"I should go home and get ready for you," she tried. 

"I would prefer that you stayed here with me. You can call him tomorrow. Tell him I'm being an asshole. Maybe getting a little payback for what he's done to me," I said. "Just remember, never in my house. It's little enough." She nodded.

"Okay, Will, I guess you are entitled to a little payback as you say. I'm just hoping that when all is said and done that we can find a happy medium and get by all of this," she said.

******

He was gone and the bedroom, our old room was cleaned and that recently. Like in the past hour. It had to have been Amy, I thought.

"Daddy-daddy-daddy!" screamed Amy. She was crying. I blamed myself for that.

"Hello, baby," I said. "Everything's going to be all right. Okay?" She nodded, wiping the tears from her beautiful face.

Stephanie was standing in the kitchen doorway. She was smiling, but it was a smile with a question in it. What the question was you'd had to have to have asked her, but that's what it was.

"Like something to eat, Will? A drink?" she said. 

"Maybe a glass of wine," I said. She smiled again, but this time it was a smile of relief.

We all sat at the table talking when the subject came up.

"Dad, are you okay? I mean the hospital before and everything?" she said. I wondered how much she knew or suspected.

"I'm fine, baby," I said. Stephanie looked worried. I had to surmise that Amy still didn't know that it was good 'ole uncle Marlon that fucked me up. But whatever, it wasn't in my interest to let the cat out of the bag. Sooner or later it would get out, but not by me.

******

"Yes, it was payback. He could've waited a day or two to make it easy; but it's hard to fault him. I mean we have screwed the guy over for years. The true fact that none of what we did was ever a threat to him notwithstanding," said Stephanie. 

"Yeah, well it was childish anyway, and very embarrassing. Did he notice that the bedroom was cleaned and straightened up?" said Marlon Costley.

"That was you? Yes, he—we—noticed. We thought it was Amy did that." she said.

"Yes, I wanted to show him that at least one of us could act like an adult. Took me damn near an hour too," he said. She giggled.

"Nice," she said, now she was laughing. "Now, take off your pants." He did as she told him.

"Nice," she said again. Naked, he leaned in to kiss her. She let him.

"He had me last night. I was thinking about bringing you some day old sloppy seconds," she said. But, after your 'embarrassment' I decided to douche. So you get a clean me." She giggled.

"Well, fucking wonderful. A clean woman is always a good deal," he said. He loomed above her, guided his cock to her slit and pushed inside of her.

"Ugh!" she said. "Slower, you're too big to push inside of me like that."

"What's the matter, hubby can't stretch you a little? Can't at least get you ready for me?" he said.

"Don't be nasty, Marlon. At least he isn't standing in our way anymore," she said. But, he was ignoring her as he speeded up doing her. She was moaning and groaning. He stiffened and shuddered and unloaded his semen inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, rolled off and caught his breath.

"You should give him my sloppies," he said. And, now he laughed. 

"Oh yeah, and have all of this revert back to square one. Not a chance," she said.

"Anyway, what about seeing my daughter. Is he going to be trying to stop me?" he said.

"No, not exactly. You can see her, just not at the house. That's the one requirement he's adamant about. But, again, the answer to your question is yes, no problem with you seeing her," she said. He nodded, but he was having dark thoughts.

******

No one had actually told her, but Amy had figured out that Costley was her sperm donor. How did I know that? It was the third night back home. Stephanie was actually out fucking him and cuckolding me. Amy could see that I was down. I was watching television. Well, not really: I was in front of it, and it was on, but watching it would have been a huge exaggeration.

"Daddy? You okay?" she said.

"Sure baby. I'm okay. Why do you ask?" I said.

"I know what's going on daddy; well, some of it anyway. I know that 'uncle Marlon is my biological dad," she said. My look must have been something; I couldn't really say what.

"Grandma and I figured it out that day in the hospital. It was lots of little things. But, dad, biology does not make a dad. You're my dad my only dad," she said. I started crying. She wrapped her arms around me. A Helluva thing a man needing to be comforted by his baby. One monster Helluva thing!

We didn't talk much. What was there to say. What was not discussed was my wife's liaisons with her big cock. That was something that would come up the following Friday night. My not very smart wife all but telegraphed it to Amy. 

******

I watched as she got ready for her date. "You look good enough to eat," I said. She gave me a look. "Would I be out of line to ask if I could knock off a piece before your date with him?" I guess I was being a little sarcastic, but she just sighed, essentially ignoring me and continued getting ready.

"No, I guess not," I said. "I'm only your husband." I got another look.

"When I get home, or if you prefer in the morning. I will make you forget your disappointment of missing out at the moment," she said. She was smiling. I think she thought that she was being—what—fair or maybe consoling.

"Uh-huh," I said. I headed downstairs. I was going to drink and drink hearty.

She came down ten minutes after me. I was in the den getting ready for a serious drunk. Amy was in the front room reading.

"Mom! You look gorgeous!" said Amy.

"Uh-oh—thank you, honey," said the whore. Amy was all smiles. 

"You and dad going out?" she said. She sounded excited for us. 

"Uh—no. Just me tonight..." Amy lost her smile.

"No?" said Amy interrupting. "But, you look like..." 

"I have a business meeting," she said. I'd heard what was going on and had come into the kitchen. I was leaning on the door jamb watching the two f them.

"Goodnight, dear," I said cheerfully. Suddenly, the whore looked unsure of her decision. But, she gathered herself.

"I'll be back soon," she said. She came to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. "I'll be in early, promise." And, then she was gone.




Stephanie and Willard Browne



The two of us, Amy and me, were alone. 

"Daddy? Mom doesn't have a meeting does she?" said Amy. I just smiled and raised my glass to the front door, where I'm sure my wife's aura still floated in the air. 

"Daddy?" said Amy.

"I guess she does, honey. She said so," I said.

"No, wait! She's going to see uncle Marlon, isn't she?" I remained silent. "That's—that's—that's why he was here when you moved out. He's my bio dad and he was—something. He was here—he was going to—wanted to..."

"You think too much, Amy," I said.

"Daddy, he wanted to take your place didn't he? He actually wanted to live here with mom and me. I mean not just to comfort us like before, I mean after you left like he said. He wanted you gone, didn't he? He wants mom? Right?" I was still silent as she pretty much dissected the whole schmear.

"Honey, your mom and I have made a deal. It's okay. I'm handling it. Really," I said. She looked dubious.

"Daddy! The hell you are! You were afraid mom would get custody, Right?" she said. Now, I was the one not smiling, not that I had been.

"You're not in the mix here," I said. "I do not want you confronting your mom. What she's doing, what I'm doing, is our business not yours. Well, it is, but not in the way that you are thinking. As far as the other man is concerned, he is your biological dad, and he does have feelings for you. And no, I don't like it," I said.

"Daddy, I don't know if you and mom can fix what's going on between you, but I sure as hell can fix what's going on between them and me. Dad, I want you to move out! And, I mean tonight," she said. The shock that absolutely came over me must have been something because my daughter began to laugh, hysterically.

"What? What are you saying, Amy? You want to stay with him, be his daughter. Did I miss something?" I said.

"Like that's ever going to happen. No, What I want to do is ruin it for them. And, I can. He wants me too?" she said. My look of horror stopped her.

"What the fuck!" I said.

"Don't worry dad. He's in for a major disappointment. I am absolutely going to make his life, and their sex life a hurricane of shit!" she said.

"You can't do anything that will make any difference, Amy. But I sure as hell can keep him from coming on to you. Oh yeah, I can do that!

"You're too young to go against him, or them. If you were a few years older; well, maybe then it would be possible. But, you are too young to withstand the pressures that the two of them will put on you. I have my own plan. I want to give it a try. I need you to not do anything to submarine me. Okay?" I said.

"No, not okay. You sitting around here suffering, and I know you are, ain't gonna be happening, daddy. Me watching you go nuts every time she dresses like she did tonight for another man—any other man—would drive me crazy if not you! I may only be fourteen, almost fifteen, dad, but I am not the village idiot. Actually you are for putting up with this in the first place.

"This is what I think we need to do," she said. And she proceeded to lay out her plan to me. For the life of me, I thought it just might work too. In the end with a couple of minor adjustments I insisted upon, I agreed to try it her way. The adjustments would ensure that at least there would be minimal damage to her relationship with her mother and her.

I was packed and gone within an hour. I had given Amy my micro-recorder. I wanted to know how the whore was going to react to me going missing.

******

AMY:

I was asleep on the couch when she came in. She'd promised to be home early. Well, she'd kept her word. Two-thirty in the morning was definitely early—in the morning.

"Amy," she said to me, waking me up.

"Yeah, mom?" I said.

"Why aren't you in bed," said mom.

"I was waiting up for you, mom. Dad's gone. He mumbled something about not being able to do it, whatever 'it' was, and he left," I said.

"Jesus," said mom. "He's not here! He and I had a deal. Damn him!" I watched her as she headed upstairs.

I followed her up, but not until she's closed her bedroom door. I couldn't hear anything, but if the recorder dad had given me worked like he said it would we'd, I'd, know it all by morning. That is, if she used the phone in the bedroom to call him, uncle Marlon.

******

"Yeah, it's me. And yes it's important or I wouldn't be calling," she said. "He's left me—again...Yes, I know it's crazy. He's crazy. I had a bad feeling when I left. He was turned on and wanted to rip off a piece right then...No, no, I put him off. Told him he'd have to wait till I got home. I guess that was the wrong thing to say...No, no, I'm going to bed, and no you're not coming over. Not until I figure out what I'm going to do," said mom..."Okay, tomorrow," she hung up

Well, that told me all I needed to know. Dad would be worried, silly; they weren't going to do anything to me. I'd exaggerated to dad about uncle Marlon being after me, though I had gotten some looks. But regardless, I'd had to get dad out of the house, so I could go to work trying to get mom back with him, save my family. It might be a pipe dream, but I wasn't going to just sit around and let everything happen to me. Oh no. And, mister sperm donor Marlon Costley, asshole though he was turning out to be, was in a sense my dad too. Problem for me was that my mother was as bad as he was, so how could I blame just him? I couldn't and neither could dad, not fairly. No, I had to get everybody back on track. 

Marlon Costley was going to become a real uncle in practical terms and without him getting his big fat cock into my mom's cunt anymore. Mom was going to be a faithful, loving wife and happy with daddy. And, dad? Oh that was going to be the real problem; and, maybe the insoluble one. I knew he had a plan; he said so. I figured he wanted to kill uncle Marlon and have mom sent to a Cistercian convent, so that she could spend the rest of his life crying her eyes out. Oh yeah, I had a mission, and it had to work out. It just had to!

******

Okay: seedy motel room, a TV with more snow than central Minnesota in February, and a plethora of loneliness. Hell yes, my situation was improving. At least I wasn't faced with my wife looking like a million bucks getting ready for a date with another man. That was a plus—right? I looked over at the little end table where my cell was ringing. I picked up. 

"Hi daddy," she said. 

"Hi baby. What's going on?" I said.

"You were right, dad. The little recorder you gave me got some stuff on it. She did call him after I told her you'd gone," she said.

"Yeah well, she didn't even try to call me. I guess that tells me pretty much where her priorities are," I said.

"I'm not so sure about that, daddy. She mostly complained to him about you leaving. Told him he couldn't just pop in to be with her. She told him they had to be real careful. Said she told you that you had to wait to get you know what," said Amy. "Said she shouldn't have done that."

"Yeah well she did. Water under the bridge, I guess. 

"How about you? Is the asshole coming on to you? That is one thing I want to know about real quick if he does. I've already alerted my law dog that he might have to intervene real fast and real hard if he tries. My lawyer is just waiting for a word from me," I said.

"No, not yet. Don't worry about that. He's afraid of mom. He won't try anything for now," said Amy. I will let you know if he does though."

"Okay, but I do not feel good about this. You be careful and lock your door at night. Okay?" I said.

"Okay, daddy," she said. 

"Dad, I think that mom does love you still. She not acting like it, or at least not enough like it, but I think she does," said Amy.

"Yeah maybe, but like you said, it's not enough. But I have a question. What time did she get in?" I said. I waited a long few seconds for her to respond.

"Not sure. Pretty late, but I didn't check the time," she said. I could tell by her tone that she was lying, but I figured that was to make me feel a little better. Well, that was my baby.

******

The bar was closing and the barkeep had already announced for last call. She flounced down on the stool next to mine.

"Darla!" I said.

"Yes, it's me. Been a while huh, sport," she said. "Got a call from my old gal friend: last week and again tonight. Seems she's kinda in the dumps."

"Really," I said. "Well, that's one thing we have in common, I guess. Oh, and she hasn't tried to call me.

"You're looking good, Darla. But, then you always did. Married?"

"Not anymore. Divorced him two years ago. He wasn't happy with me gaining eleven pounds and found some chickee that suited him a little better," she said.

"He's crazy. You look great," I said. And, she did. 

"You lookin' to hook with someone new, or you gonna just mope your way through life," she said.

"Maybe sooner or later. But right now? No, not really. Why you in the market for a slightly used ex-boyfriend," I said.

"Maybe," she said. We continued to verbally spar two drinks worth.

I don't really remember how we got there, but we ended up at her place: a nice two bedroom condo not far from the bar.

I lay beside her now naked. She, her breasts still heaving from the exertion; she did have sensational titties. I watched her from the corner of my eyes.

"You going to try with her again?" said Darla.

"I am trying. But, if the question is, do I think we can make it over the long haul, I'd have to say it's more than doubtful," I said.

"Too bad, you have such a—what—colorful history together. 

"Will, I'm gonna take a flyer here. Would you like me to interfere here? I mean run interference for you. Help get the two of you get back on track?" she said.

"Huh! What! I just got done fucking you for goodnesssakes. I know my skills aren't the 'bestest,' as they say, but you're still breathing hard. Doesn't that say something?" I said.

She laughed. "Actually, it doesn't. You're not terrible in bed, but you are lacking, Will. Well, in follow-through and stamina anyway," she said.

"And dick size, right?" I said. She laughed again.

"Well, you're not exactly intimidating, but you're not that small. I've had smaller when we were all in school. No, actually, you are trainable. I don't know why Steph hasn't done her duty there. But, Will, you still haven't answered my question," she said.

"I don't know, Darla. I guess I could use the help. I just don't think it would be of much use. I'm getting to the point where I'm beginning to believe that there isn't much point anymore," I said. "Hell anyone else would have written finis into the script long before this. I guess I'm just a big assed pussy."

"Hmm, despairing are we. I thought you were tougher than that. You were in the old days," she said.

"Yeah, well I'm older now and if not wiser at least more realistic," I said.

"Try cynical," she said.

"Yeah, that too," I said.

"Okay, then it's settled. I will give it the old college try. Keep your cell phone powered up," she said.

And, my ex-girlfriend did give it the old college try; but not for any reason of wanting to help me. But, I am getting ahead of myself.

******

"Yes, I had him, and why not, he's a good man. He makes a decent living, and he can take care of me after he divorces you," said Darla.

"What the fuck! You'd take him away from me! We're friends. Or we were friends, Darla. I can't believe you'd pull something like that," said Stephanie.

"Why not, you're doing it to him. He's not allowed to have some strange on the side!" said Darla. Stephanie gave her a look.

"That's different. I don't love Marlon. I just use him," said Stephanie.

"Does your husband know that, or, knowing it believe it, or, believing give a good goddamn?" said Darla.

"Well, he should. I've told him often enough," she said.

"Oh yeah, that'd do it: you telling him. But, let me ask you. Have you rubbed his nose in it?" said Darla.

"Well—not on purpose," said Stephanie.

"Which means you have," said Darla.

"I let him see me all dolled up for Marlon. It backfired on me big time. Even Amy got in on the act. It's taken me days to get her to even talk to me in a civilized tone," said Stephanie. Her friend nodded.

"Sounds like you need a new game plan, girl," said Darla.

"Yeah maybe," said Stephanie, "one to protect him from you!"

"Don't worry. He still loves you. But, I'm telling you this. If the time comes when he stops loving you, he's gonna be mine. But, again, until then, I'm on your side," said Darla. Stephanie nodded.

"What can I do, Darla? I need to get my man back."

"Well, there is the obvious," said Darla.

"I just can't. So, besides giving up Marlon, and what he does for me, what other option do I have?" she said.

"There is only one other option. Make life so fucking wonderful for your husband that he won't mind you sneaking off to meet his cockmanship," said Darla.

"Yeah, well, that might be an option if he were around, but he's not," said Stephanie.

"I think I can fix that for you. I mean get him back into the house. But, it'll put the boff on you ever rubbing his nose in it again even by accident," said Darla.

"And, you could accomplish that miracle just how may I ask," said Stephanie. Her friend smiled indulgently at her.

He'll be back here looking for you and a ton of TLC by day after tomorrow," she said.

******

As far as I was concerned she still looked like the cheerleader she was in her teens. The few extra pounds she carried enhanced rather than detracted from her appeal. I wasn't under any illusions that she was ever going to be mine—I mean really mine—but she and I had a sometime history, and I knew for sure, that however long her interest might last, it would be worth the effort on my part. 

I watched the back of the place waiting for her to return from the restroom. She smiled at me as she turned the corner from the hall and headed toward our table.

I stood as she took her seat. "Such a gentleman," she said. I smiled my response.

"So why are we were, again?" I said. "It has to be something to do with your friend Stephanie, right?" She smirked.

"Can't fool you, Will. But my friend? Not your wife?" I gave her a look. She let out a long sigh. "She wants you back, Will. She knows she was in the wrong rubbing your nose in her activities like she did. You weren't there to hear it of course, but she's apologized to you a hundred times in recent days—to me that is and to herself," said Darla.

"Yeah, well, as you say, I wasn't there to hear it. So since it's a practical truism that trees that fall in woods make no noise unless heard by someone, she's made no apology either since I didn't hear it," I said.

"You need to give her another chance," she said. "You need to go back."

"Why? Because she's maybe sorry she went overboard with her antics? I don't think so," I said.

"Yes, for that reason; and, because you are madly in love with the woman. You might even catch her in a state of mind where she might be willing to give up the other guy. Can't guarantee it, but it is possible. She's changed, Will; or , maybe it would be more accurate to say that she's in the midst of changing," said Darla.

"Yeah, like that's likely," I said. Her turn to give me a look.

"Tell you what," she said. "You go back. Give her the chance to do the metamorphosis thing. She changes, you win. She doesn't—even though you can never really deserve it—you get me as a consolation prize; and, I mean for life. How's that for an incentive." It wasn't a question.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. You're saying that if things don't work out between Steph and me, that you'd marry me? Is that what I'm hearing here?" I said.

"You got it," she said. I looked at her like she had two heads.

"Not that your offer isn't tempting because believe me it is; but why would I believe you'd do me any different than you did under similar circumstances years ago," I said.

She sighed. "Simple, dumbo, we're all a bit older. And, while we are far from over the hill, it's time to get ourselves into our adult modes. You know: settle down and all that." I could see it in her eyes: she was telling the truth. The woman wanted me. She wasn't willing to doublecross her lifetime friend to get me, but there was precious little doubt that she did want me. I wondered what Amy might think of her offer—or her for that matter.

"You're serious?" I said, and that was a question. I was nodding, very slowly, but I was nodding.

"Darla, the truth is that I have always had a thing for you. Hell, half our graduation class did—the male half. And, you're right: I don't deserve you. And, you are also right that I still love Stephanie, at least on some level in spite of all of the rotten stuff she's piled on me over all of these years.

"Okay, I'll go back and try. But, if you're wrong about how she's looking at things, about her willingness to change; well, don't be surprised if you see me coming up the walk to your house right soon," I said.

"Willard Browne, I hope you and Steph can make it work; too much investment in each other to just throw it all away; but, I will be waiting in the wings just in case," she said. I nodded, rose, and walked out. I had to get my head on straight for the final attempt to win the game. But, then again, did I even want to win, win Stephanie? That was the sixty-four dollar question.

******

I was angry, angry at myself. I had parked on the street directly in front of what used to be my house. I was making no attempt to go up to the door. I was in fact leaning back against my car door, and just waiting. Waiting for what? Maybe for her to see me and come get me. Maybe for Amy to see me. Something, but of what I wasn't totally sure. Finally the door opened; it was her.

"Willard?" she said. "It was shadowy, but not that shadowy; she could see it was me. I didn't say anything. I just kept standing there, leaning back against the car door. 

Leaving the door open behind her, she came down the walkway toward me. She stopped maybe ten feet away. "Willard?" I nodded. I still hadn't said anything. She turned and looked back toward the house. Right then I knew: he was in there. He was in there with my baby.

"Get him outta there. Get him outta there and away from my baby. Do it, and we'll talk. Otherwise, I'm outta here," I said.

"Will, please, let me go somewhere with you. The IHOP. We can talk there. Okay?" she said. I smirked, but my bitterness was clearly evident; I was sure of that. 

"Fuck him and you too for that matter," I said. I headed for the driver's side of the car intending just get in and leave, but she beat me there, and then she did something that caught me completely by surprise. She punched me in the mouth—hard! I reeled back from the shock of it more than from the force, and there was plenty of force in the mix too.

"Shit!" I muttered as I tasted the blood that was no streaming from my oral orifice.

"Willard, no more running off. We have to talk. If you don't want to go somewhere else, then we'll do it here; but I'm not kicking him out again just to salve your ego. Come on. Let's go inside," she said.

I couldn't admit it to her, but she'd stung me. I heard what she was saying, but I was having a time reacting to it. "I ran into Darla. She said you had some maybe positive things to say to me. If this is as positive as it gets, we have nothing to say to each other, Stephanie. You've been fucking me over since high school. I'm pretty much done with you," I said.

"I'm sorry for punching you, Will. I guess I was a little frustrated. And, rubbing your nose in it that last time: Jesus that was a stupid mistake on my part. At the time; I was thinking it was kind of—trying to get you used to seeing me like that. You know, so we wouldn't be having problems down the line. Bad idea, I guess," she said.




Stephanie and Willard Browne



"Do yuh think?" I said. She smirked. "Come on, let's go inside. Okay?" I followed her as she turned and headed back up the walkway.

******

He was standing in the middle of the front room. "Hello, Willard," he said. I just stared at him. This wasn't going to work, but then he surprised me.

"Uh—Steph, I think I'll be going out for a while. You two need to talk. Call me when you're done," he said. He grabbed his coat and was out the door. My wife gave me a look that was accusatory.

"Wasn't that nice of him?" she said finally.

"Nice? Convenient maybe," I said. That got me another look.

"So why am I here, Stephanie," I said.

"You and I had a deal, Will, and all of a sudden we didn't. Amy said..."

"Leave Amy out of this. And as to that, where is she?" I said.

"At her grandma's. She'll be back tomorrow," said Stephanie. "Which fact you'd know if you were living here."

"Yeah, but then butthead wouldn't be able to stay here, which would make it ever so much more inconvenient for him to get into your pants," I said.

"Stop it, Willard. Stop it now. We need to talk. And raving doesn't qualify as talking. Okay?" she said.

"Fine," I said.

"So, you talked with Darla?" she said.

"Yes, she said, indicated, that you might have something useful for me to consider," I said. She smiled at me.

"Well, maybe I do," she said.

"And?" I said.

"Will, you and I—we love each other. Marlon is useful to me, but not my end all," she said.

"Glad to hear it. But, he still get's my very beautiful wife any time he wants her, right?" I said. "You know the last time I saw you—well—I can't remember ever seeing you so beautiful, not for me." She looked concerned.

"That was a huge mistake on my part. I wanted to die after I realized just how hurt you were. Trust me, that will never happen again. I swear," she said.

"Mistake? Which? You dressing up for him better than you ever did for me or letting me see that you're doing so?" I said.

"You know very well what I mean," she said.

"No, really, I don't," I said.

"Okay, doing something for him that I didn't do for you. That's what I meant. Satisfied?" she said.

"Okay, yes, so far so good. So, if I come back, there won't be anymore of that in-my-face stuff anymore?" I said. She hesitated; I thought that telling.

"Of course not. I mean, I will do my best to never let it be a problem for you again, or for me for that matter," she said.

"Oh trust me, it will always be a problem if I know you're out doing it with him. I should just walk, but as you once noted, I do not want to give him a clear field to influence my daughter," I said.

"I know. He wants more access, but I do understand where you're coming from, so does he if it matters," she said.

"It doesn't, not an iota," I said.

"Anyway, okay then. My stuff's in the car. Are we sharing a bed tonight?" I said. She looked down.

"Look, I kinda promised—no—I did promise Marlon that we'd be going out. If you make me, I'll call him and tell him we're off for tonight. But, that said, I hope you'll cut me some slack and let me break this to him gently. You may hate the guy, but I don't." I sighed and nodded.

"Well, I didn't expect you," she said. "The last time you showed up; I kicked him out to please you. 

"Do you remember how clean and neat the bedroom was that time, the time you came back?" she said.

"Yes," I said, wondering how Amy's cleaning skills had anything to do with what we were talking about.

"He's the one that cleaned it. For us!" she said. That did stop me—momentarily.

"Nice of him. Okay, I'll come back tomorrow. Say around noon. And, the rest of the weekend will be for you and me. Fair enough?" I said.

"Yes," she said. "And, maybe we can start building a little more understanding around this place. Okay?" I didn't respond, but I did give her a slight nod, very slight.

******

The next day I rang the doorbell at precisely noon. She answered the door, but she scowled. 

"It's your house, Will, you are not required to ring the doorbell," she said. I wasn't going to ask if good 'ole Marlon had the same privilege. But, then I did.

"Let me ask you, Steph, am I the man of the house, and is this house really mine again?" I said. She gave me a look that almost seemed stunned.

"Of course!" she said.

"Does Marlon have to ring the bell?" I said. She hesitated. 

"Uh—well—yes, I guess so," she said. 

"Okay, I won't be ringing it anymore then. I accept your offer to allow me to be the number one, the man of the house," I said. She tendered me a wan smile.

We ate lunch, and just as we were finishing up, Amy arrived.

"Daddy!" she screamed. There were hugs and kisses and hellos and a lot of silly talk. 

"Yes, here to stay," I said in answer to her question. Her look indicated her concern over the wisdom of the new situation, but she kept her thoughts under wraps.

I don't know where she went, but Stephanie disappeared for more than two hours during the afternoon. We'd moved my stuff in, put it all away, and then I'd gone and laid down for a nap. When I woke up it was almost five o'clock. She arrived maybe fifteen minutes later.

"I ordered Dominoes for tonight," she said. "You're going to need your strength." She smiled broadly.

"Really?" I said.

"Depend on it, buster," she said.

******

The pizza was sausage and bell peppers; it was large, it was good, and it was gone when we were done. Then, Amy went to bed; and, so did we.

I was the first one ready for bed, and I knew that whatever Stephanie had in mind for us was likely to be a full court press. Boy was I ever right. My first thought was, when she first emerged from the bathroom, Marlon eat your heart out, this is for me. God she was beautiful. She posed, she swayed, she pushed her ass back at me. I caught myself actually licking my chops.

"Trust me, sailor," she said the other guy never got what you're going to get tonight," she said.

The black teddy she was wearing was not see-through; it covered everything, but that, barely. Her hair billowed about her shoulders on the pillow as I loomed over her.

She smiled up at me. I think I was being encouraged. "Be gently with me big guy; I'm just a little girl," she said. She was five nine, and hardly a little girl, but her demur act was effective. I did go slow with her at first, but soon she was panting and urging me on. I exploded inside of her, and rolled off and to the side. I was doing some panting of my own.

She roused herself after some little time and began massaging my balls and cock. In the process, I tried to watch her as she revived my little soldier. After our initial go—she seemed—something.

I'd taken her missionary, and sort of expected that she might want to go doggie for the second go 'round, but, she demurred. She spread her legs wide to take me missionary the second time as well. I accommodated her. Then it hit me. She was relaxing, no, she was bored. I knew then, though I didn't fully realize it, that we were through as man and wife. There was no saving us.

I drilled her that second time with everything I had and tried to last forever. Well, forever lasted all of maybe five minutes.

We traded a couple of kisses and were soon asleep. 

******

I was up before the sun, and she was up before me. I donned a robe, and went downstairs. I could smell the coffee brewing. I could hear her on the phone.

"Yes, I fucked him raw, just like you suggested. I think it helped our situation," she said..."No, no, he's not much on imagination, but he tries hard. I have to give him that...No, no, this is his weekend. You coming over is not an option...no, no, Amy can't come to you either...I said no...Yes, I wore the black teddy you bought me...no he didn't get my ass, but he didn't ask for it either...no, this is not a time to be denying him anything; down the line, but not now...okay...love you too...bye." she hung up. She hadn't seen me.

******

I went in. "Coffee smells good," I said. She smiled her appreciation.

"It should; I grew the beans myself," she giggled.

"Uh huh," I said. I decided to put an end to the charade. "I like Marlon's taste," I said. Suddenly she seemed wary.

"His taste?" she said.

"Yes, in peignoirs," I said. "That little black number you wore last night was perfect," I said. She paled.

"You heard me talking on the phone," she said.

"Yes, kind of hurtful, but I suppose I kind of expected that—we—would end kind of like this. At least you didn't call me a wimp," I said.

"Will, you are not a wimp..." she started.

"No, just a guy with no imagination. Well, I guess you have a point there," I said. I could see she was beginning to cry. She nodded her realization that we were at a crossroads.

"Where do we go from here" she said.

"We get an amicable divorce, I guess. Or not. Depends on you more than me," I said.

"Marlon?" she said.

"Yes," I said. "But, I am less concerned with him than before. Still, there is one thing. Amy says that he's been giving her some looks, and not the fatherly kind. If that turns out to be true my wrath will be boundless," I said.

"Looks! Never!" Stephanie almost screamed at me.

"Ask her. I wouldn't say something like that without reason," I said.

Amy had been less than persuasive relative to her situation with her bio dad. But, I was determined to err on the side of caution.

Stephanie stormed upstairs. I sat where I was sipping my coffee. Two minutes later they were both down and staring at me.

"Well!" said Stephanie, looking hard, straight, and accusingly at her daughter.

"Daddy? I—I—I may have exaggerated a little about Marlon," she said. "He didn't come on to me. He did give me some looks, but I don't think he was..."

"Planning on molesting you! Right, Amy!" said her mother.

"No," said Amy. I smiled at the two of them. 

"Okay, so the only things he's guilty of then are some undefined looks in your direction; oh, and being party to breaking up this family. That about right?" I said.

"Willard Browne! Haven't we..."

"Had enough of this, Stephanie? Well, actually yes. Especially when I heard you this morning making long range plans with him to deny me sex," I said.

"I—we—did not!" she said.

"Oh? Then what did you mean when you told him that it was, how did you phrase it? Oh yeah: "no, this is not a time to be denying him anything; down the line, but not now," I said. "We're you talking about something or someone else?"

"Well, I..."

"Exactly, you," I said. 

"I want physical custody of Amy. You will get what the courts initially gave me: unrestricted informal visitation and every other weekend formal visitations and summers. That okay with you? If it is, we can remain friends. If not, we will never, ever, be friends; and will instead be mortal enemies. Your choice," I said.

"Willard..."

"You've got your lover. I want my baby. Think about it. Think it over. I'll be outta here today, with Amy. You can have your asshole come and live with you; you know keep you company. 

"Hey, talk it over with him. He wants to see 'his' child more often; this works it so that he can, and I won't even bad mouth the sonovabitch anymore. Hey, it's a helluva deal," I said.

"He won't go for that, and I can't go for it," she said. "I'm her mother."

"Yes, and not a very good one as far as I'm concerned. Just talk it over with the asshole. If he goes for it, we're good.

"But, now, I am going up to pack. You too, Amy, I mean if you want," I said.

"I definitely want," she said. Her mother's mouth was hanging open as we headed up stairs.

We were packed and out of the house in seventy-six minutes.

******

I wasn't there for their conversation. But, I have to conclude that good 'ole Marlon, if not exactly thrilled with my ultimatum, saw the wisdom in it and convinced Stephanie that it was the better of the two choices I'd laid out for her.

To good 'ole Marlon's credit he did not try to come between me and my daughter. That got him some latitude from Amy, which I did not object to. Stephanie stayed out of my way for the next year. I mean we did not speak or lay eyes on each other for almost thirteen months. Then we did talk.

It was Memorial Day, and we were at the park having a little picnic. I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. "You and Darla doing okay?" she said.

"Stephanie! You surprised me. Uh—yes—fine. You and Marlon?" I said.

"Good. But you know that. I know you talk when he picks her up for our weekends and such," said Stephanie.

"Yes, we talk a little. Just mundane stuff, nothing serious," I said.

"Well, I guess everything worked out for the best, then," she said.

"Appears so," I said.

"Will, I'm sorry for everything. I mean all of the shit you put up with over the years. I genuinely hope you and Darla are happy," she said.

"We are," said Darla, coming up to us at that moment. "We most certainly are."

"Hello, old girlfriend," said Stephanie. "And, like I was saying to your hubby, I'm glad for you."

"Thank you for that, girlfriend," said Darla, echoing the other.

"Might I ask, would you two and Amy of course be interested in coming to the house for a barbecue next weekend? Nothing fancy, just eats, talk, music, and well, more talk. Whaddya say?" she said.

Darla looked over at me, and I shrugged my okay.

"Well, good. I've gotta get going. Marlon's seeing a client this morning, but we have something planned for tonight, and I have to be getting ready," she said.

We said our goodbyes and then she was gone.

Darla looked over at me. I was staring at her. "Well, at the least it'll be interesting," she said.

"I reckon so," I said. And, the fact is it worked out and it was interesting and things turned out good. Helluva note.