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Resolve

By: Conquered



Both Mary and severin came to a crashing climax at the same time. Mary, above him, gyrated her hips down on his cock and forced it deep into herself. severin, beneath her, bucked up to meet her. Like a lazy machine, they ground back and forth more intensely as it mounted to fruition.

As Mary was coming to climax, and knew that severin was close, she gazed down and saw the look in his eyes. He knew what she wanted to do, and he was powerless to stop it. Mary then reached for the chain joining the two tight clamps on his nipples.

Just as they went over the edge, she grabbed the chain in her fingers and began pulling, pulling, pulling first softly, then moderately, then she YANKED hard just as his juices were pumping into her at their fiercest. But they stayed on his nipples. The fun wouldn't be over.

Now Mary collapsed on his chest as severin got softer inside of her. "That was splendid," he purred in her ear. "Thank you," he intoned, as he was instructed to do.

But as he reached up now to loosen and remove the clamps from his nipples, Mary stopped him. She trapped his hands and held them back.

"But they really hurt," he moaned. Looking desperate. 

"I want you to keep them on. Just for a while," Mary said to him seductively. She ran her hands down his flanks. Over his chest and legs, all the while trapping his hands with her body. 

severin now tried to control his breathing, and Mary watched his reaction. She enjoyed watching his self-control. She knew they were excruciatingly painful now as the endorphins from his orgasm were drained out of him. With each passing moment, removing the clamps would be more painful. But she held his hands.

Now Mary kissed severin, but his hands kept going for his nipples.

"Oh, hon," Mary moaned now. "I want to climb up now on you and have you clean me. And I want you to have this pain -- bear this pain for me -- at the same time."

She locked eyes with him. It was a Moment between them. She wanted this sacrifice for her. This Price from him. 

He could say no and grab the clamps off, but she touched her pussy, dipped inside for the marriage of their juices and then painted his lips with her moistened fingers. His fate was sealed. He silently nodded his head as she swung a leg over his shoulder and lowered her torrid pussy over his mouth.

"Clean me. Then you can beg me to yank them off. That is what I want. That is what you'll give. That is what I deserve."

And as she felt his tongue and lips go to work, she smiled in powerful, erotic bliss. 

Resolved



She'd known him for years, since school even. Some incident in the past, abortive, but had preyed on his mind all this time, made her the subject of numerous fantasies over the years. Now, on a different continent, he made sporadic contact, a strange relationship of webcams and vicarious stories of her activities with other, nearer men. Such as myself.

"He's going to be in town the same time I'm planning to be."

"Oh? Are you planning to meet him?"

"Well, I was thinking about that. I was wondering if we should meet him. He has a fantasy, you see. It could be fun."

And that's how we came to be waiting for him in the hotel bar, tea for three already served when he arrived. Tall, taller than both of us, wiry, bald. And nervous. Couldn't look me in the eye as she poured tea, obviously enjoying his discomfiture. I wasn't entirely relaxed, but I wasn't going to show either of them that fact.

Somehow, we all passed whatever tests we'd set for each other, and before any of us were quite sure how, we were in the room.

"You. Sit there. You can do what you like, as long as you keep quiet, and don't interfere."

He took the chair, placing it near the bed.

"Too near. I need space. Back about three feet, please."

He moved the chair, and I busied myself with removing her clothes, slowly and methodically, turning her this way and that to display to him the body he'd previously only seen on a screen. To mirror her state, he removed his clothes, and sat back in the chair, cock swaying, hardened by the sight before him.

Naked now, I turned her towards him, running my hands across breasts, midriff and down between her legs. They locked eye contact. "Look", she was saying. "Watch what I let him do to me, this man. See how much of me he has."

The pillows ready I laid her face down on the bed, then opened the wardrobe, retrieving two elegant, black floggers. One, the one with thin, resilient strands of hard, square-cut leather, I placed on the bed next to her, in his full view. The other, I swung through the air a few times, finding the point of balance. Glancing over to him, gauging his reaction at this unexpected (to him) development, I could see his hand slowly pumping his cock, his eyes wide open.

I started as we always do, gently running the black suede tails across the skin of her back and buttocks, letting her feel the softness of that which would soon be hard. Used to her responses by now, I waited for the signs of relaxation and acceptance before starting to gently flick the tips of the lash against her, gradually building intensity until I was moving around the bed. Swinging and whipping shoulders, upper back and buttocks, seeing the flesh yield and discolour under the blows, going pink and mottled. Sometimes, a stroke would land with the tails separated, like a claw striking, then run back. Sometimes, gathered together, striking with speed, a jerk and a groan would result. And, favourite of all, precisely aimed flicks down between legs and striking nether lips, eliciting a delighted yelp.

Twenty minutes of this, and it was time for the denouement. Picking up the other flogger, and delivering twelve hard, quick strikes, six to each cheek, a delicate filigree building along with the sweet, sharp sting, intensity building almost to breaking point. Experience had already told us how much, and no more, and the final stroke left her quivering and moaning.

I looked across. He was still sitting there, cock hard and ready. Resolved to show my control -- our joint control, really -- of events, I threw him a condom.

"Here. Put this on and fuck her."

As he struggled with foil and rubber, I turned her over, moving the pillows and readying her trembling body for his promised onslaught. A hand passing across her cheek, tearstained, and I withdrew as he climbed on the bed between her spreading legs. The moment of penetration was clear from his grunt, her groan, and then the chronology was lost in a flurry of feral dance, smell and sound.

She was close -- the sting of that last flogger is almost enough by itself, without the complication of cock -- and almost as soon as I'd registered that he really was fucking her, and fucking her well, she came with that characteristic arching, thrashing and gasping. He wasn't slow to follow, pulling out when it all came too much, ripping the condom off and sending a perfect arc of fragrant come through the air before splashing hotly across her tits. Another jerk, another arc, and again, and soon her belly and pubis carried the same sheen, his attempt to mark her as his.

But, to no avail. As he staggered off the bed, I was ready to take his place, and with the same lack of preliminaries. Subjecting her to another round, hard, urgent and earnest, an attempt to reclaim her even while she carried another man's scent. In the event, a successful attempt, her gripping pussy joined by the pull of her hands, the searching of her lips, and the intensity of the look in her eyes, urging me on.

Afterwards, lying, intertwined, pressed together, slick and gasping for breath, we both realised. We were alone, together. Unnoticed by us, he'd gone.

He'd understood. He may be allowed to fuck her, but he couldn't have her. She was mine.



Resolving My Marriage Pt. 01



Chapter 1

The Emerging Issue

The morning dawned grey and gloomy. I heard Carol moving around getting ready for work at 6 and tried to sleep a little longer on a pillow that now seemed too hard and uncomfortable. I could not get back to sleep. 

Defeated, I brushed my teeth, looked at myself in the mirror, bleary eyed from a night of tossing and turning, and sat on the bed to meditate. Carol, cheerful as always, put a cup of tea on my bedside table, kissed me and said she'd see me in the evening. My feeling of dread deepened. 

My thoughts turned to the previous day. Carol and I had slept in and cuddled when we woke together. I made us some coffee and then we made leisurely love, moving together with the slow familiarity of a couple who know each other well after eight years of marriage. Carol is a beautiful woman and I love her dearly, but as usual I could not let myself go feeling that we were close to the end. It was a poignant moment. A tear slipped down my cheek and she licked it off, asking what made me so sad. Despite the deeply fulfilling sexual experience and Carol saying that she loved me deeply and completely and would forever love me, the dread continued to grow. 

We live in a large apartment complex which has a pool, barbeque area, gym and many other facilities shared by the tenants. We met Bob and Amanda at the barbeque area at 12. We had got to know them both well over the last year, following their move because of Bob's job at the same healthcare facility where Carol worked. 

After they met at work we got friendly with them as a couple. Bob is a high powered administrator at the facility and works with Carol on the senior administrative team. They worked closely together.

Carol has a background in nursing and administration, has a Masters in Nursing and also in Business Administration, and is one of the most organised persons I have ever met. We met while I was at Medical School, in a group that we participated in together over 4 years that was designed to teach healthcare professionals how to work together on health problems. 

Amanda is probably the most gorgeous woman I have met, other than Carol. In their bikinis that peeked out from their diaphanous tops they had all the eyes of every conscious male in the pool area and many women as well. I was used to this as since the start of our relationship men hit on Carol all the time. I truly like and admire Amanda. She is some sort of senior financial advisor and analyst and according to Bob is the most organised person he knows. Their two children, Jake 12 and Tamara 9. played with a group of children while we organised the barbeque. 

Life with Carol is not like any other marriage that I have ever encountered. She had climbed out of bed at 10, we showered together and she moved into high gear. While she did the laundry, she tidied up and marinated meats and prepared 4 salads. Her cooking is to die for. When I got out of the shower to make the bed, it had been changed and fresh sheets put on. The bedroom had been tidied. I tried to empty the dishwasher but was told I was underfoot and I needed to relax or go to my study to prepare a paper or do some reports. Carol came in half an hour later with a cup of coffee, a tender kiss and told me I was her adored husband. This was nothing new. This is how it has been for our entire marriage. 

She looked after me like I was a precious object and she devoted herself to me. This had been very odd for me. My parents both worked. I was highly independent and did everything from home maintenance to cooking and cleaning. We all had our allocated chores at home and we felt we needed to play our parts in a household where money was not plentiful and both parents had to work hard to keep the family going. It was a loving family and a joyful childhood. 

The first trip I had to go on after we were married was an odd experience. Carol had packed my bags and laid out my itinerary for the conference. Everything was in a folder and my case was packed so that nothing came out creased. I was nevertheless quite horrified and upset. I had been feeling increasingly that my independence was being submerged. This lead to another facet of Carol that I increasingly got to know over the years.

Carol could sell anything to anyone and convince people to change their beliefs completely. This is not manipulative in a nasty way however. She is truly altruistic and caring and one of the warmest people I have ever encountered. She is the most deeply complex person I have ever encountered and I am flummoxed by her thought processes constantly. She convinced me that she was taking away the hackwork of daily living for me and my duty was to do good for mankind through my medicine and to be a loving husband. She felt that she wanted to do this for me as she felt I had an important role to play. Despite arguing that helping around the house, doing some cooking and laundry, making the bed etc would not detract from any of that she managed to take over most of the organising of my life. I have always done a lot in the house and as our hours were different I still took pride in emptying the dishwasher at times and cooking when she would be late at least for awhile. 

Carol has a very high powered job and she initially supported me while she worked and studied part time and I studied and did a small amount of part time work. We could with ease live on her salary alone. 

At the barbeque Carol, Bob, Amanda and Carol unpacked the food. I had been allowed to carry a couple of baskets down. 

Bob had told me that Amanda was similar to Carol. She was able to do much of her work from home and he said her earning capacity was prodigious. He said she organised the household like a general and he was well treated though he said that some issues had arisen early in the marriage. He did not explain and I was left to find out later. 

Amanda's children were well brought up and were delightful children. 

We sat down to eat with Carol sitting next to Bob and Amanda and the children next to me. Carol and Bob slipped a number of times into work related conversation and touched each other constantly. Carol looked at Bob as she had only every looked at me with love in her eyes. Amanda and I chatted but she looked annoyed as she looked over at Bob and Carol. She raised her eyebrows at me in shared understanding. I had seen this growing relationship over the year as had Amanda. 

Amanda and I had never discussed what was happening with Bob and Carol directly. One time after a dinner two weeks previously after more wine than she usually drank that her tolerance of Bob was fraying. 

I had a growing sense of dread at the barbeque. The children ran off to play. We all swam and played games in the pool. I could see Bob fondle Carol but Amanda and I were more restrained.

That night I felt maudlin. Carol asked me what was wrong and I told her I was concerned about her falling in love with Bob. She asked if I did not love Amanda at least a little. I was shocked at the question. I said what is not to love about Amanda. I was forced to admit that I did love her but said as a friend and that I would not act on it. Carol sighed and we landed up going over the same past issues and I just gave up. She made tender love to me told me she loved me and that she would love no one else as much as me. She went to sleep while I remained awake and churning. 

Chapter 2

Betrayal

I went to work and spent the day ruminating about Carol and the state of our relationship. I could see it coming to the end soon. I had just about reached the end of my tolerance after 8 years of bliss joy and pain. I just could not take the growing pain and it was different now. 

I left work early at 4. I could feel the nausea rising in my gut as I knew what to expect at home. 

Carol's car was in the garage and I could see Bob's Jag, next to Amanda's Lexus. 

I opened the door quietly and walked into the apartment. I felt light headed. I quietly walked towards the bedroom and heard voices. I heard Carol say, " I do love you Bob, you know I do."

My legs felt weak. I could hardly hold myself upright. The nausea was rising. I didn't want to hear anymore. The pain felt overwhelming. I could hardly breathe. I heard myself gasping.

Bob said, "I am looking forward to us spending the weekend together over east. I really miss sleeping with you and cuddling you overnight. You are such a beautiful woman. I love you in my arms. 

"How does Dan cope with you and me?"

Carol replied, " I am really getting worried about him. He is not dealing with this well. I love Dan so much, he is the love of my life. I wish I knew why I am doing this to him and me. I have never loved anyone as much as I love him and yet I am doing this with you. 

"The last thing I want to do is hurt him, yet I do it constantly. I seem to be driven to continue repeating the hurt. I'm looking forward to this conference and the time we'll be able to spend afterward, but I'm increasingly worried that Dan is having trouble coping with this and I don't want to lose him."

I sank to my knees, asking myself why she continues. I have never understood. I felt overwhelming emotional pain. This was the moment I had dreaded since we had met, the time when she would love another. I peeped in the door. They were lying together. Carol had one leg over Bob's and I could see the cum seeping from her vagina. She was smiling and caressing his face.

"I do love you, Bob, but you have to understand that Dan comes first and always will."

Yes, I thought, but she certainly has a strange way of showing it! My wife going away for a weekend with another man? What a novel way of showing that I came first! From the look of her seeping vagina, she had already Cum first. 

Overcome by nausea I rushed to the toilet and vomited. I could feel my head splitting. I could hear movement from the bedroom and Carol's hushed voice saying that Bob should go and she needed to take care of her man. 

She came into the bathroom her face ashen. She put her arm around my shoulder and said "You poor darling, how much did you hear?"

I shook her arm off my shoulder and screamed, "Fuck off Carol I've had enough of this bullshit! Just piss off. I can't take anymore of this. This is betrayal. Just get the hell out and leave me to vomit in peace."

She looked horrified and with a sob moved back. 

"Please", she said, "you know I am trying to work it out"

"I've had eight damn years of you working it out. I've had it. This is my worst nightmare. What normal man in his right mind could deal with your damned mind games. Just get out, I'll talk to you in ten minutes in the kitchen. Get yourself dressed, you Cum filled betraying little slut", I shouted feeling overwrought and overwhelmed. 

She stood there with her mouth opening and closing. Normally I hardly ever shout. I am usually calm and easy going. I had only been like this once before when we broke up after we had been going out for a month.

"So much for your promise. Look at the cum pouring out of your cunt. Get out, shower and dress before you bring your lying carcase to speak to me."

"Please" she began. 

"Get the fuck out of here" I shouted so loudly that I shocked myself.

She scuttled out as I burst into tears over the toilet bowl. 

I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes because the next thing I remember was finding myself stiff and sore on the floor, with Carol standing over me patting my shoulder looking panic stricken, her stethoscope on my chest. 

"Oh, thank God" said, tears pouring down her cheek. "I thought you'd had a heart attack or stroke. I cannot not cope without you. You are the love of my life. I do love Rob, but its like nothing compared to how much I love you. Please don't leave me"

I lay curled up on the cold tiled floor, sobbing for awhile as she stroked my arm, sobbing even more broken heartedly than me.

"I've called Hester and she'll see you now, she's cancelled her last two patients and she wants you to stay for dinner with her and Claude before we speak further" she said between sobs.

I felt old and achey. My joints creaked as I got up off the floor. I moved to the basin to wash my face.

Carol sat on the toilet seat with her arms around her knees, sobbing and crying. She kept mumbling and chanting, "No, don't leave me, I love you so much"

This went on and on. 

I went to our bedroom and tried to take out an overnight bag. 

"What are you doing", she sobbed. "You mustn't leave me."

She pulled at the bag and tried to stop me from putting some clothes in the bag. This I knew how to deal with.

"Pack my bag for one night, please, I'll use my room at Hester's."

Carol packed my bag. She couldn't help herself. She was also terrified of Hester. 

Chapter 3 Hester

Hester has been Carol's Psychiatrist and Psychotherapist since her mother's death, when Carol was 17. After we first broke up, Carol took me to meet her therapist. 

As we neared the building on that occasion I recognised it instantly as Carol pulled into the parking lot. 

I smiled as the secretary, Annie, hugged me and then ushered us into Hester's room. 

'Aunt Hester', was a family friend of my parents and a surrogate parent to me since I was three years old, when she re-introduced herself and Claude, her husband, to my parents on the beach. She had been a schoolmate of my mother's until her parents had moved when the girls were 11. 

She and Claude became very close friends with my parents. As they were childless, my mother donated my services as a child to Hester and Claude. I even had my own bedroom and bathroom in their apartment. 

They had a massive penthouse apartment in our complex. Claude and Carol's father had been partners in many property deals over the years and developed the complex together. Both kept massive apartments in the complex. Carol and I had inherited her mother's apartment. She had received it as part of their divorce settlement. It was on the second floor, as Carol's mother hated heights. 

Over the years, during difficult times in our marriage, Hester would see me with Carol in her official capacity as a psychiatrist. It was complex from a boundary point of view as she separated parent and psychiatrist. She did discuss it with both of us at the start, but Carol was really happy that Hester knew me and played the 'therapist cum mother' role when necessary. She wasn't comfortable about it but every time she suggested Carol or I see another therapist Carol had a hissy fit. She adored Hester and said she had no issues with Hester as surrogate mother in law. Hester raised the issue at least 5 times a year as far as I was aware. 

As I walked to the lift, with Carol insisting on carrying my bag, I asked her "Is she seeing me as your therapist or as my mother?"

Carol replied, "I've booked you to see her for an hour as part of therapy professionally, then you'll stay for dinner with her and Claude, as mother and father."

Annie was waiting for me at the lift. She hugged me, glared most unprofessionally at Carol, and took my bag from Carol saying,

"We'll take it from here", while holding the lift for Carol.

I've known Annie almost as long as I've known Hester. She'd lost her husband to cancer and came to work for Hester when I was 6 and had mothered me nearly as much as Hester did. We had all spent Christmas's together and she was much like a family member in both Hester's and my family's home. She shared their large apartment which they had subdivided to give her her own sub-apartment. She had never had children of her own and similarly adopted me as her child. She still behaved as if I was a ten year old. 

"You poor boy", she said.

She held my arm with one hand while carrying my bag in the other. I tried to carry my own bag but she would not have any of it.

"Hester is very upset. Let me carry your bag. She cleared two patients, which she never does except in a 'grave emergency' and will see you professionally for the first two hours; the first is as part of Carol's timee, the second as her dinner as your mother."

Hester is always Hester I thought. She is the same as mother or therapist; typical shrink mumbo jumbo. 

"I'll take your bag to your room, while you are in with Hester, and make up the bed for you. Carol is going too far this time" she said angrily. Annie never usually speaks her mind about patients. I smiled as she put her arm around me protectively and said, "You poor boy, we'll look after you." Then she burst into tears.

"I love you both so, why does Carol have to be like this? You've been so patient, what is wrong with her?"

She cried on my shoulder as I patted her reassuringly.

In my relationship with Carol, I have often felt like I am in an Alice in Wonderland-like story. This air of unreality pervaded our entire relationship. My thoughts turned to her and Rob and how I felt I was a cuckold fool. What wimp idiot would accept a wife screwing other men for years. I had a sense of disgust and self loathing. Carol was on the other side a great woman and a wife like no other. My head hurt. She seemed to love me so much but how could she hurt me so much. It must now end. Then I thought who would manage the inventions and who would help in my research? Where would I live? I was so dependent on her it sickened me. 

The door to Hester's office opened and she came out with arms outstretched. She hugged me with tears in her eyes. 

"You poor, poor boy", she said.

"Annie these are exceptional times, bring me a brandy and soda, weak, and a whisky for Dan, make it a double with ice from Claude's collection and let me know when Claude arrives. Annie, please stay for dinner and can you please get it going?"

Some people collect single malts. Claude only collects the best of the best. He only drinks a bit on Saturday. Hester drinks a bit of wine only and rarely anything else. She never drinks during the day normally. 

With that, she shut the door and motioned for me to sit next to her on the heavy leather sofa. Usually she sits and writes at her desk while we talk, or in latter years she has used a computer for notes.

Hester is a striking woman. If anything, she is better looking than my mother was. She was a model while she went through medical school and took off a year to go on the international circuit before concluding her studies. She passed medical school at top of her class, and after her internship, entered psychiatric training. She published a number of papers while she trained and won the prize for best student nationally.

Hester dressed beautifully. She was in an elegant grey business suit with a silk blouse, fine black hose and shoes that framed her feet. She sat down next to me, her legs crossing with a rustle. Her perfume wafted towards me. 

"Oh Aunty Hester, you look so lovely and smell so delicious. I don't know how I'm going to think with you sitting next to me. If you weren't my mother I would throw you on the sofa and ravish you", I said trying to cheer myself up and moving into our teasing mode. I felt the pain and nausea rise as she sat quietly, not entering my gambit to distract the painful discussion. 

"What did Carol say when she called?", I asked.

"She spoke to Annie and said that she had broken her agreement with you and betrayed you. Annie then told me, after I finished ten minutes later with my patient, that she had cancelled my appointments for the rest of the day and she that would personally kill Carol when she saw her. She loves you as much as your mother and I do and I fear she has no objectivity about this issue. What a mess. I am angry with her too and it stuffs it up for me dealing with her and her needs. 

I understand more about it than Annie does, but I am not sure I have enough professional objectivity about all of this. Dan, as you know, I have agonised for years about managing Carol, as your wife while working with you as well, but I will continue. I have lots of complex cases with colleagues and complex boundary issues that I have to resolve. We'll get through this.




Resolving My Marriage Pt. 01



Carol had asked that I call her immediately. I called her and she answered almost before it rang on your side. She was incoherent. She kept saying, "I said I loved Bob, I had cum on my legs, no condom. What have I done? Please fix it for me, Hester. Make him understand that I love him more than life." She then hung up while saying, "Where is he? What have I done?" 

She called Annie back five minutes later, saying she' found you unconscious on the floor and she thought you had died at first, but then after she examined you, found that you probably had fainted. She said you were coming up and she would bring you. She was sobbing and heartbroken."

We sat and discussed the issues for about an hour and a half before the light on the phone flashed, letting us know that Claude had arrived home and dinner was ready. Annie said that Carol had, called sobbing, every 30 minutes and wanted to speak to Hester. 

Chapter 4

Dinner with Claude, Hester and Annie

Hester called Carol from the dining room and and asked permission to talk frankly about the issues, in with Claude, and also if possible, to Annie. I heard Carol tell Hester to do anything that could help. Hester said that she was not sure if this component of the conversation would help Carol's situation or not. Carol said she didn't care but if it helped me she would give permission, but hoped we would stay together. 

I was impatient with this therapist doublespeak and complex nonsense. 

Hester summarised what had occurred today for Claude and then we ate. 

I don't recall anything of the meal.

After dinner I helped Hester and Annie clear the table, while Claude wiped down the cook top and made us coffee on the cappuccino machine. 

Claude is 3 or 4 inches shorter than Hester. Initially one might wonder how they had ever hooked up. I'd always known that Hester loved Claude deeply and profoundly. That night, for the first time, I realised that Annie loved him also. She looked at Claude, as he discussed the issues, adoringly.

Claude has a complex job that no-one can fully understand. He consults about the economy in areas of which I cannot even understand the basics . He is a 'mega-brain'. As a child I learned he had the capacity to help me understand and break down the most complex issues of any type. Claude could derive the most amazing approaches to problems. His thoughts were also extraordinarily lateral at times and he could, with a small amount of work, provide profound insights into almost any other issue. This problem was to receive his full attention and formidable intellect for the first time. 

I realised, that night, that Hester had not in any way breached confidentiality about any aspect of Carol's and my relationship with Claude. Annie knew more, as she had typed Hester's notes and letters for years. At one time Carol had even stayed for a few months in her apartment, when Carol had problems with her father and needed a supportive environment to live in. Annie's apartment was a separate suit of 3 rooms with a kitchen attached to the gigantic penthouse, which extended over 2 floors with at least 20 rooms. 

Hester treated Claude with enormous respect, as did he treat her. Claude needed organizing. He lived in a world of his own thoughts much of the time. When working, he would walk around the apartment talking to himself and gesticulating. As a child I used to walk behind him, mimicking his behaviour. When he would notice me he would laugh and at parties he often asked me to do Claude impressions. This mortified Hester, as she only wanted Claude to be seen in the best possible light. 

He had his own suite of offices in the apartment, with a secretary and personal assistant, as well as miscellaneous other computer wizards and statisticians who worked his supercomputer systems and helped him with his conclusions. In the case of staff problems, Annie was the one in charge, oddly enough. 

Once my mother asked Hester whether the rumour of Claude earning $5,000 per hour was true and that he advised governments worldwide. She said she was sure that that amount was a gross overestimate. 

At dinner, she told Claude about my mother's question. I was at the table at the time. Hester was thunderstruck when Claude told her his rate was much higher and that they were worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Claude, winking at me, said I would be the chief beneficiary so I should never open my mouth to anyone about how much money I would get one day. He said that he had started a trust for me, which would mean that I would not ever have to be dependent on anyone if disaster struck him and he lost everything. Claude loved me as much as my father. He always showed an interest in what I did. He read prolifically and seemed to recall all he read. If nothing else was available he even read women's magazines from the waiting room. I thought as his tone was jocular that he was kidding us. 

Claude listened to Hester then asked me for the history from the beginning.

Chapter 5

My beginnings with Carol

"Claude, as you know I met Carol at University as part of a weekly problem solving group that was to be ongoing for two years. We were given health problems and projects and had to learn to apply our group methods to work on these. The group had, at all times, representatives from medicine, nursing, physiotherapy, occupational therapy and business. At times we also had the involvement of law and computing. We grappled with medical systems problems and issues in disease management. Some of what I will say you know but I will nevertheless go through it all systematically. 

When I first met Carol, I had a girlfriend, but I noticed Carol immediately. She was gorgeous but I felt she was way out of my league and never considered pursuing her, although she was always friendly and helpful. For example, one time I mentioned I was leaving a few minutes early to take a bus to pick up my car, which was being serviced, and she insisted on taking me, despite my protestations. 

I was pretty shy at the time and found her larger than life, and still feel overwhelmed by her at times. She was so attractive that I felt nervous and awkward for the first six months I knew her. 

Anyway, I broke up with my girlfriend of the time, as she wanted to marry and settle down, as her parents had done, when they married early. I wasn't ready for marriage yet and couldn't see our relationship going anywhere, so I broke it off. I was upset nevertheless and lonely as I was too shy to readily meet other women. 

Carol had invited us to her apartment that day. It was close to the university and quite large. We' been working there a lot as it was spacious, and comfortable, with good work spaces. It was a great place to hang out in, with a pool, sauna and spa. Carol implied she was sharing it with others but we never then, or later, saw anyone else sharing with her. She saw I was upset and distracted during our group discussions and asked me, on some pretext, to stay after the others left, saying she needed to ask me about some aspect of the project we were working on. 

When she heard of the end of my relationship, she was very supportive, warm, and sympathetic. In her own inimitable style she moved me, over the course of a week or two, to become her boyfriend. She was wonderful. 

I was very anxious and uncomfortable. I was terrified of her. I could not understand what she could possibly see in me. I had seen her on many occasions talking to some of the most handsome men on the campus. She drove a sporty European sports car, dressed impeccably, and although she mixed with the lovely people on campus, she was still warm and friendly to me. If I was with her in the canteen, I had her full and undivided attention, no matter who came along. And come along they did, constantly, and that has continued to happen over the years. I asked myself every day what she saw in me. I saw her as having some hidden motive to perhaps make a fool of me or it was a mercy thing. 

That first evening, she simply suggested that she order in some Thai food. I love Thai food and she was charming and delightful company. She opened a bottle of wine and we had an amusing evening. I remember the confusion I felt. I wanted to kiss her but was morbidly terrified of rejection. 

She seemed to feel that I might need some more support the next evening and suggested she take me out for dinner. 

Over dinner we chatted and she took me to her house to continue the discussion. We went to bed. I had drunk enough to loosen my inhibitions and she said I needed to get over the earlier relationship. To say it was mind blowing would be an understatement. Despite being shy, I had slept with a number of womenhad over the years. This was a new experience for me. Some of my previous lovers had been experienced, but Carol was in a new league of love and technique. I felt so loved by her that I could not believe such a wonderful experience existed. It was not so much however her technique as her attention to me. Her whole approach was so loving, it was how she looked at me when she gave me a blow job, how she stroked me and spoke while we made love. I felt like I was the most precious person in the world to her. 

I worried every day that something bad would happen. 

The next morning she told me she loved me and had loved me for at least six months and that she hoped that we could progress further. I had the most wonderful month of my life, submerging myself in her love. She said no one had ever made love to her like I had. 

The bubble burst one morning, the morning she took me with her to see Hester, saying she wanted me to meet her therapist and talk about her past and the issues she was grappling with. She was upset, but wouldn't talk about it. She was surprised and delighted Hester knew me. 

I will never forget that session. I felt like I was on another planet with different rules and I had gone into a new dimension. Carol explained, in front of Hester, that she had gone to see Hester after her mother died, to resolve some issues in relation to her father and her life. 

Carol said that when she was only six that she'd heard her father tell her mother that he had another family living close by with another woman and two children aged five and three. He had said he was a strong, virile man and one woman was not enough for him. What he said he wanted was, for the sake of simplicity, to bring both families together, as he did not want to deal with a continued deception. Carol said her mother wandered around in a daze for two days, attempted suicide and was hospitalised. Her mother was never the same again, never fully recovered, and her father finally left her in the apartment with Carol and a nurse, in this building, the one we are now in, and went to live with the other family. Carol said she saw him regularly and visited him there, but would not ever return to the apartment. Carol's mother was left a shell of a woman. She later developed breast cancer and died after a long illness when Carol was almost 17. Her mother left her the apartment. Her father began to visit her there weekly and also invited her to live with him and her stepmother. She declined to do this. 

At this time Carol become very promiscuous and her father arranged for her to see Hester, who he knew well via Claude. 

Carol now told me, that despite loving me and wanting to become my wife, she still felt driven to have relationships of a sexual nature with men. She had tried to resist after meeting me but felt compelled to continue. 

She said she felt it would end soon now that she had met me. Most of these relationships, she said, lasted a month and she moved on. They all had to use condoms and had to be medically tested for STD's before a sexual relationship began. She had thought that when she found the one she loved, it would end and she would not want others. She proposed she would devote herself to me absolutely, but would inform me of any other relationships which she might have and that I would not be exposed to any of it. She spoke convincingly and pursuasively. I did not believe a word of it. No way. 

To say I was shocked would have had to have been an understatement. She went on to tell me that she was sure it would not last long and she would become monogamous. She asked Hester to tell me that I was the only one she had loved in five years and Hester nodded. 

This was my first, but no means last, experience with Carols unreal take on reality. She argued that I would be looked after better than anyone could imagine. I sat there listening to this for what seemed an eternity. I told her I came from a home where my parent loved us and each other, and I had you and Hester as alternate parents. There was no way I would get further involved with her and I would not, under any circumstances at any time, get involved with her until she had resolved her promiscuity issues. 

Carol begged me to stay in the group and to be her friend, at least while she sorted herself out. She said that she hoped, in time, I would be able to love her as much as she loved me.

Claude said he had a few questions he would like to ask at that stage.

"What did your father think of her?"

"In the three months he got to know her before he died, he said she was a fabulous woman, he loved her and he would be delighted if she would be his daughter. With mum it was the same, Claude. She had them both in the palm of her hand."

"What about her father, how did he feel about you?" Claude asked.

"He and I got on famously" I said. "He told her that I was the best thing for her and he was furious when we separated after a month." 

"So she got you involved with her father and got to meet your parents quickly", he remarked with a smile. "Carry on with the story."

I continued with the story. 

"Two months passed. I saw Carol regularly in our group and going to her house. Then she saw me upset and got involved with me again. She asked me what was going on and seemed to slowly take my life over. 

Dad was sick, as you know. Carol heard about it on the day after the diagnosis, after mum had come home with him from the doctor. I saw Carol that day. She visited dad at home and got together with mum and she managed him from then on. She got her father to organise home nursing, so dad wouldn't need to go into a hospice, and helped nurse dad herself towards the end. I was feeling sick with guilt. I was trying to survive financially after I thought dad could no longer help, I was trying to study in a demanding year and trying to earn enough money to keep going. I was slowly but steadily going under. I was exhausted visiting dad daily, studying, and working while my meagre savings were going down the drain. 

Claude asked, "Why did you not ask your parents or us for help?"

"Well my parents never seemed to have a lot of money. They lived simply and I felt I could not ask for money while dad was sick as they would give it to me as they would sacrifice anything to help me. I just could not do it. I was so upset at the time that I was not thinking rationally and did not think of coming to you guys. Carol was there, her father was there and they just organised everything. Mum was not coping and sat around crying and I just felt panic. Dad had so much pain so quickly. He was wasting away in front of my eyes. I had exams and I was struggling to cope. I was determined to finish the course as fast as possible. 

Carol sat me down one day and told me I was to move in with her, with no expectations of anything more than friendship, and she would help me. She lived close to the university. But I felt no way, I could not rely on her and be dependent on her. 

She is so very clever as she already had worked out a method with her father. By this time my parents adored her. Her father was a fantastic support and liked me. It all was happening so quickly. 

She said she would insist on an agreement however, for me to pay her back later with some interest. She had prepared a spreadsheet of costs for her home, food and other provisional costs. It was amazing how she knew I had to feel independent of her and needed to feel I would eventually pay her back. We went to speak to her father, who took the spreadsheet and said he would brief their lawyer. I wondered what was going on when I saw them, in my peripheral vision, high five each other, grinning like Cheshire cats. When I turned around they had serious faces and gravely said they would proceed with the agreement. I knew somehow I had been had, did not know why or how and could not see a downside if I could keep myself from a relationship with Carol beyond housemates. 

Carol moved me in within four hours, and I have been with her ever since. No one else, that I know of, could get movers at that time of night and have something like that done within virtually no time at all. She then proceeded to reorganise my life completely.

Now Claude, here is the sneaky part. We made elaborate arrangements about what we would each do if we brought dates home. We would notify the other and keep out of common areas as much as possible. Well, she never brought anyone home ever. She encouraged me, from the start, to date other women and bring them home if I wanted. As you know, she has a wide circle of both male and female friends and even arranged some dates with me with some of her friends. She has constantly tried to do this subsequently, over the years, i think, to ease her own guilt. Her friends were inevitably lovely. I had met many of them, as she organised a lot for us socially at home, and liked them all. 

I would go out with one of them and, as we got a month or two into it, they would say they thought it was not going anywhere, that I was a nice guy but perhaps I should try another one of her friends. Then they would suggest we also remain friends. Carol preferred I date her friends, rather than other women, who she felt were often not as attractive and not up to my standards. She often said, when it ended and I was despondent, that she was sure I would find one of her friends who would be suitable. 

With other dates it was amazing what would happen. I was really getting on well with Annalise, a girl in my clinical group. Carol encouraged me to bring her home for a meal. I was getting ready to cook for Annalise when Carol said she had bought the ingredients already as she wanted me to double the size of the recipe and try it herself. This next part is so typical Carol. The next night I was getting ready to cook. She said not to worry, that she had come home early and cooked it for me in fact, and prepared the table with flowers and candles and wine chilling in a silver ice-bucket. Carol said that she was to go out with one of her friends who was picking her up to take her to a movie. My date arrived and Carol snuck into her bedroom. 

When her friend arrived a bit later, it was Claudette, who you have met, and asked for Carol at the door. She didn't come in for some reason. 

I went to call Carol, who came out of her room with her dress half on and no bra, saying loudly "Darling, please do up my zip, just don't catch my boobs in it." She then giggled, kissed me passionately on the lips saying she would see me later, winked at my date and said we were just housemates and there was nothing between us, not to worry. Then, as she got to the door, Claudette, with her playboy figure, grabbed me, passionately kissed me, and said we should get together sometime." 

Annalise was sitting at the table eating, and when I sat down she asked about Carol. I explained I was sharing the house and we were not in a relationship. She then asked if I had dated Claudette. I admitted that I had two months previously. She asked if I had dated Carol and of course I had to say yes. 

She burst into tears and said she just could not compete with such women. I asked her what the issue of competition was all about and she replied that it was obvious to her that Carol loved me and any idiot could see that, and that if I had dated women like Carol and Claudette, it would only be a matter of time before I would dump her for a beauty like one of them. She extracted from me that I had had a sexual relationship with Carol and we were still friends with some benefits. That is another story in itself. 




Resolving My Marriage Pt. 01



Nothing I could do reassured her. She got me to admit I had slept with Carol two nights ago. Carol had come into my room while I was asleep, and sucked me to erection. While still half asleep, she asked if I wanted her to put my cock in her sweet cunny. I was in the midst of a titillating dream, fucking a dream goddess who looked somewhat like a mix of Claudette and Carol when young Daniel, the sneaky shit head that he is, outvoted me.

It was a sumptuous juicy fuck. I awoke fully when I felt Carol orgasm and then scream in my ear before I moved rapidly to complete my own orgasm, pushing up from below while she squeezed my with her rippling muscles. Carol had exercised me to exhaustion in the gym, on the program she had placed me on, and I fell asleep almost instantly. Carol was so apologetic in the morning, saying she had risen in a dream and hardly realised what had happened and hoped I did not regret it. It would not change anything for her, she said. She did say we should consider whether a few further fucks could be possible, if it did not compromise my position as just her friend. I was furious, but she charmed me into laughing about it. I could not remain angry with her for long. 

Oh, I forgot there was more to the evening. It had started to go downhill with Annalise even earlier. I realised later I was in the hands of a master strategist. 

Annalise said the food was great and had I cooked? I said no, Carol had insisted. After that it was all downhill. I had a friend with benefits, she summarised sarcastically, who I went out with often and entertained at home. She said sarcastically that of course Carol was not my girlfriend however. She re-iterated that Carol loved me and I looked like I loved Carol too. She thought I was playing kinky games and she was not into a complicated relationship with someone sexually and emotionally bent. 

It was not helped by Carol coming into the canteen the next day when I was trying to resurrect the relationship with Annalise, at lunch time, and announced we were going to the concert on Saturday and she had managed to score us tickets from a scalper, and then sat on my lap, kissed me passionately, waved and left before I could say a word. 

Carol apologised for ruining my date that night. She said to make it up to me she had fixed me up with one of her friends from work that night. She would come to our place and we would all go out together to get acquainted. That night a raven haired living wet dream came to our door. Her name was Tina and she looked at me like she had just fallen in love at first sight. Carol, sitting next to me when I turned, looked horrified. I saw her shaking her head.

Tina regained her composure and out we went to a restaurant we frequented. Soon she was hanging onto my arm. The meal was exceptional. Tina put her hand on my lap. She touched me at every opportunity. She talked in a little girl voice when she joked and played around. She had a great mind and was a delight. I found myself laughing constantly. She could discuss almost any topic. We had a great discussion about some medi-colegal issues. Carol smiled and joked, but I could see she was increasingly uncomfortable. She finally suggested they visit the ladies together. I could not resist moving to the window outside of the ladies. I wanted to try and understand Carol's game plan. I was tired of being the manipulated dummy. 

I heard Carol say, "Tina, if you cannot obey the rules, just leave." Tina mumbled, "Remind me of the rules." 

Carol said "Don't be a dumb ass. You're head of legal services at work. You know the rules. Play dumb if you want for Dan not with me. Don't fall in love with him, he's mine. Enjoy him for a month. That was the agreement if you wanted to meet him. 

Tina said, "Oh shit." She said she thought Carol was passing off a hopeless friend. She didn't realise that the whole thing was not a joke. She said Carol had seemed so easygoing about it all, at work, and now it was such a big issue. 

Carol told her I did love her, but just needed to be patient about her working through a problem of hers. Tina asked what the issue was. Carol told her of the need to have other relationships and she was sorting herself out but wanted me to marry her. 

Tina said she could not believe it, She would like to go out with me for a month but wanted Carol to promise her that if ever it didn't work out for her, that Tina to be allowed her opportunity. I did not hear the rest as I felt I could not be caught. I had heard enough. I was angry. 

I dashed back to sit at the table. 

They returned arm in arm, laughing. We consumed nearly two bottles of wine. Tina became increasingly subdued. I did not know what to do next. We had coffee and deserts. Tina kissed me passionately outside the restaurant and whispered in my ear that I was a great guy but it wouldn't work out. She then jumped in a taxi and that was the end of her.

When I got home I asked Carol what had happened. As I was to find out, she does not lie to me. At least I've never known her to lie to me. 

I was ready to have the fight of all fights but she disarmed me with what she said. She told me that she felt she could let me go, initially, but when push came to shove she could not tolerate the thought of me with a woman who could love me. She could see that Tina could do that. We needed to find another way. She did not want to play these games any longer. She could not tolerate these games. She said she wanted to marry me, then she burst into tears. She asked me to come with her to see Hester the next day.

I was seduced for years by the comfort and bliss of living with Carol. I feel that she truly loves me. I never saw any boyfriends then but never asked about them either. I allowed myself to believe that it was only me. I have always felt that no matter what I was the most import person to her, till now. She is stimulating to talk to. She entertains well. She is fantastic in bed. She treats me like royalty. We hardly ever argue. We have a great social life. Money is never an issue. I asked myself even then how could I ever find someone as amazing as her. Then I would think of the price. Was I a cuckold? It seemed too simple a question in this case. She never humiliated me. She loved me. She had this compulsion. But it would soon be over I thought. She believed it and so did I. 

I may be wrong but I think that Hester may have then believed that if we established our relationship, then somehow the issues of her compulsion to have short sexual relationships with other men would resolve itself. The theory was, she was seeking true love to undo the love that she did not get from her mother, and would get the stability that she needed but did not get from her father. She loved her father but could not retain him, but she would retain me. 

The question for me was, what if she finds someone else she will love and what about the risks of sexually transmitted diseases? I then found out she insisted all potential partners had tests and had no other relationship when with her. All relationships were short to reduce her risk. She insisted that each partner wear a condom. I realised then that she had never requested this of me. She said that I was the only one. She said she would keep all relationships away from me and they would not impact me in any way"

Claude I still felt I could not cope with it. For six months I equivocated. My mother adored her. Her father treated me as his best friend and we had a wonderful time socially. She doted on me then, as she continued to throughout our marriage. Her father finally convinced me. He said that he had screwed around in his first marriage, as his wife he knew was not the one, but once settled in the second marriage he was faithful and he and his wife had a relationship where they were true to each other. He said if it did not work out I could simply divorce her. He said, however, that as she did come from a wealthy background and protection was needed for the trust, that he would need to insist on a prenuptial agreement, but he would settle some money on me first, a sum of $25000. I had discussed this with Carol once I realised that her father was wealthy, as I was concerned about needing to be sure she was protected if she married me. She had agreed that a prenup was needed but I thought I did detect a smirk. I found out later that while it was true that he did not cheat on his wife, they were involved with a club that met all their sexual needs for diversity. Everything that he told me was true. I do think he believed we would reach a similar accommodation. Two years later he and his wife invited another woman and her two children to live with them and that relationship has remained stable for the last 6 years. Carol and I love both women and the children."

I noticed Claude smile. 

"So we got married. Life with Carol is wonderful in almost every way. I am treated like a prince in the house. However I have always had this gnawing anxiety it would not resolve, that she would find someone else who she loved more and have children with him. I refused to have children till these issues of external relationships resolved. They did not. They have not. 

Every couple of months she would tell me she had met someone else and started a relationship. She became stressed at these times, meeting the other person and then coming home to me. When she came home she always showered and said I never would get sloppy seconds from anyone. 

As you know, her hours are from 6:30 or 7 am till 3pm. She would rush off to meet her lover and then rush home to meet me. She refused to meet anyone in the evenings unless I was not to be home and nothing was to infringe on our time. After two years of this, I said that, in the interests of her health. she should get them to come to our home to reduce travel time and she could use the guest room or any other of our rooms except our bedroom. I am not home before 6, so it would save time. I remember thinking I was crazy at the time. Here I was in a relationship which was against my every principle and was aiding and abetting her having relationships with others in our own home. I told her of my anxieties of her in the future loving someone else and leaving me, but she always reassured me.

Over the years I did come home early a number of times. A few times it was intentional. My curiosity got the better of me. How was she with these partners. She has amazing hearing so I would enter the apartment from the rear door and in my socks walk to watch. Its funny I did not do that when I saw her with Rob. She may have even heard me. I did not think of that before", I said pensively.

Claude smiled. He nodded his head and smiled again.

"She also had a number of similar relationships with women. That somehow never worried me much.

I always saw condoms with the guys. It looked the usual stuff. Carol was technically proficient. I heard some of the guys ask her to continue the relationship. She always reinforced the boundaries.

They were all good looking guys. Once, when I was sitting in the kitchen, one of them came in for a glass of coke. When he saw me he scuttled back to the bedroom. Carol rushed to the kitchen very upset with me. I was calm. He returned to the kitchen and we sat down and chatted till he said he had to leave. It was all so surreal. It seemed like it somehow had nothing to do with us, till Rob. 

It's gone on for a year with him. After a month she said she wanted to simplify things and not have to establish so many relationships and wanted to reduce risk and continue with Rob. By then we were seeing quite a lot of both Rob and Amanda. She got on really well with Amanda as well. 

Over the years Carol encouraged me to also have sexual relationships with other women in a similar way. She organised a roster of her extended network of fabulous women. After a year I just couldn't do it any longer. I was onto a second round with some of them. They were getting attached, I was getting attached and a fair number of them were getting angry with Carol. 

Tina returned for a turn. That was a nightmare. We both thought we could manage it. Carol spent a lot of time with Tina before the event, preparing her for emotional detachment. Bunkum. We fell for each other and after the first time sexually we knew that we would never be able to continue it and survive without major trauma. Tina was distraught at work and furious with Carol for experimenting with her life and emotions and we had a very tense, turbulent week. Tina has never forgiven Carol for opening a can of worms and things remain tense with them. 

I have told Carol that I think I feel the same about Amanda but I am keeping away from it and I think Amanda does not feel the same about me. She seems in very good control and we will not take it further."

Claude was listening very closely, as were Annie and Hester. Claude was slowly shaking his head. 

"What Claude?"

He smiled and said "I think I am beginning to understand. Carry on MacDuff!"

"Two weeks ago Carol says that she has to go back east for a conference and that she will be away four days. It's a two day conference and she wanted to shop and spend a bit of extra time with Rob. While she is away our apartment is to be painted and redone. In typical Carol style, a huge team of painters and decorators are coming in to do the apartment. Fine. I said, I will stay in a hotel. No, she said, its all arranged with Amanda. I don't want you alone in a hotel. Amanda is happy to have you and we cannot refuse now, as its all arranged. She has plenty of space and Rob has some tickets for a show that Amanda was dying to see and wants you to use the tickets. Why did you do this I asked her. She said that Amanda offered and what was the problem?

Well, ladies and gentleman, what was the problem? What woman would arrange for her husband to stay with the wife of her lover. I said to her that my life was beyond Alice in Wonderland. No story I had read or any I had heard had anything on her concepts about what was to be done. I then asked her what if I fall in love with Amanda? She said that I already loved Amanda and what was the problem? So I asked, what was the issue with Tina then? Tina was different she told me. Tina is not suitable, she wants you for herself. She would not share. And Amanda? I asked. She assured me it was different. So, I thought, I'm spending four days with another woman and her children with the knowledge of my wife and her lover. Do I go or do I not? Why on earth would my wife make such an arrangement. My head hurt trying to work it out. 

So then we are back to the present. She was very loving to Rob in an obvious way at the barbeque and she loves Rob and has sex with him without condoms. She still says she loves me. She doesn't want me to leave her. I'm confused and unhappy and I want it to end now."

Chapter 6 - Claude's Advice

Claude sat back and smiled. "I'll tell you some of what I think, but will get you to derive the solution by getting you to ask and answer some questions. What I will do is what Hester would probably like to do but feels unable to do for her own reasons. 

"What do you think Carol would think of Rob as a life partner?"

"Carol has already given me the analysis of Rob as she sees him. Hey Claude, what do you mean Hester knows all this?"

Claude smiled and said, "Look at her. She can't stop grinning"

"OK, lets continue. She likes him as a person, but feels he has commitment issues in relationships and at work. Even though he has progressed in his career he tends not to stick with things and she says he's had a string of affairs over the years. Oddly enough she does not respect him for cheating on Amanda. Ok let's analyse what she thinks of Amanda. She is a close friend of Amanda. She really respects her and she says I don't know much of how amazing Amanda is. She won't tell me much more. She trusts her and they confide in each other. No, I don't think they have had a deeper intimate or sexual relationship because Carol would have told me. Carol has only found sex average with Rob because he tends to be narcissistic and is not much into pleasing of her. Continuing then...So why is she with him and will it last? This is weird, guys. Would she be leading me astray? No I don't think so. So why is she with him? I don't know. Maybe its part of her working her stuff out? He is not a real long term prospect is he? No definitely not. Or is that wishful thinking? No I know he does not have enough for her long term interest. Is she using this to push me away? Oh yes."

Claude was grinning, as was Hester. Annie was looking confused.

She finally broke the long silence, saying, "This is the weirdest stuff I have ever heard. Its weirder, by far, than us even", she blushed and put her hand in her mouth. 

"Carry on" she said.

I puzzled a bit at what she was getting at but my mind was on this problem. Then I had a flash of the three of them in a relationship. Hester caught my thoughts, I am sure, and winked and smiled. I decided to move on.

"So the question is, does Carol know what she is doing now consciously? My guess is that it's largely unconsciously driven. So am I to stay or leave?"

"Clearly this is the essence of what is going on" said Claude, "Carry on, you are doing really well now you have moved out of the box."

"Well, I am being asked to stay but being driven to leave and maybe divorce. But if the relationship with Rob is to go nowhere, where does our relationship go and what are the intermediate steps?"

"Brilliant analysis, my fine feathered friend," said Claude beaming at me. "There is hope for you yet!"

Hester was grinning broadly. She leaned forward to speak.

"So what is your next step? Do you stay or do you leave? Do you stay with Amanda? What does Amanda think of Rob?"

"Well, tomorrow I need to see Zelda to get some legal advice. But with Amanda nothing. I am staying there this weekend only. Her children will be there so I expect nothing. She is gorgeous but I have enough of a mess now. 

I need to know the implications of the student loan I have with them and the prenup looked vicious. Her father was very protective of Carol. Then I think I will stay with Amanda. It might be fun with her and the children. She would be great to talk to about this too. But Hester, I don't really know what she thinks of Rob. I don't see much approval in her eyes. Yet strangely enough she is not critical of Carol, who is having a relationship with her husband. What do she and Carol talk about so much. Carol sees a lot of her and they are always laughing and giggling together. Why don't they have a worse relationship? Its fishy. Amanda should be angry with Carol not her great pal. She can see what I see. I think I don't understand women at all and I am not in charge nor have ever been. "

Claude said, "So what is the game, or games that she is playing?"

I puzzled over this for a bit.

"Option 1 I think is that Carol is replaying what her father did. She is the promiscuous one in this case and she is like her father. Her father wanted a harem. She wants me and Rob together. We are her male consorts and I am playing like her mother I want out. So what is option 2?

Ok, Option 2 hmm. Carol lost her father and she wanted him back. She wants to lose me and recapture me. Not impressive and a bit far out. 

Are there other options?

Option 3. Carol identifies with her father and wants a harem. Can Amanda be a part of that? Is Rob but a pawn to push me away and for her to experience the pain of losing me to another woman as her mother felt the pain and she Carol choses more than one other man. Rob and another as her father did. I do not play ball. 

Let me look at all the patterns quickly. Carols father gets involved in another marriage and wants his wife to join with another woman. She declines. Carol is left with her mother who is devastated. Carol is left with a mess. Her mother dies and her father gets involved in swapping then another woman. Does Carol see herself as her father? Does she see herself as her mother with a better resolution as part of a harem? Does she want her own men or does she want to be part of of a marriage with another woman? 




Resolving My Marriage Pt. 02



Chapter 7

Amanda 

On Thursday evening I walked to Amanda and Rob's apartment and knocked on the door at 6 as instructed by Carol. 

She opened the door wearing an apron. Her perfume was fantastic and went directly to pump up my erection. She kissed me on the lips and pulled me through the door, taking my case up the passage to their room saying, "I will just drop it off here for now, come through to the kitchen I am just getting dinner ready." 

She had on a short skirt that revealed her lovely legs clad in stockings with seams. The front of my pants was severely restricting an adequate erection. She watched as I tried to hide adjusting myself and smirked. She sat me at the Island in the middle of the kitchen. 

Amanda said she was aware in part what had happened with me and Carol. She patted me on the cheek and hugged me from behind. "You poor lovely man" she mumbled with a tear falling slowly down her cheek,. "Rob is a registered scumbag of longstanding but what she wants with him I don't know" she said. 

This is new I thought. It's the first time that I have heard her be disloyal to him or criticise him. "Forget the arsehole he is not worth wasting our breath on. Lets just get on with it. We are alone for four days. The children are with my parents and we have the time to ourselves and I intend seducing you and making you feel better about all of this mess. That is if you want me?" she said looking worried and uncomfortable for the first time in the year I have known her. 

I sat there with my mouth open as she slowly came round the table like a predator ready to pounce. What a pleasure to be in the sights of such a predator! This was an Amanda I had never seen. As I smiled she kissed me passionately. Wow. I felt her body next to me and felt quite light headed as she continued to kiss me more gently nibbling my lips with her lips and teeth. She felt my erection with her fingertips and laughingly said, "happy to meet you too".

Then all businesslike she said "but we must move on before desert."

I sat there panting. I had to shift awkwardly to make myself comfortable. She laughed. She looked down. "I hope that is for me baby?"

She bent over straight legged as often as she could revealing her stocking tops and on one occasion peeking upside down through her open legs checking to make sure I was checking her out!

This was an Amanda I did not know existed. I was in level 10 lust and we hadn't started anything. 

The kitchen had been redone in the last month and was beautiful with all the best of magnificent gleaming understated German ovens and elegant cupboards. The surfaces were granite and all implements stainless steel. It had a sophisticated country kitchen feel however warm and inviting with direct lighting on the surfaces but areas where you could sit without much light in seclusion. It was cosy and intimate. Other than on the direct preparation areas the light was not bright so that looking at Amanda with the current lighting there was a hint of her and suggestions of things being hidden and not quite seen that made her even more sexy. 

I was suddenly overcome with guilt and then the whole business with Carol hit the pit of my stomach. I felt faint and light headed. I quickly climbed off the chair and sat on the floor with my head between my legs. I felt waves of grief hit me and I sobbed convulsively. 

"I can't handle all of this" I said. 

While that was happening I was thinking. What a fool you are. You have an utterly magnificent woman in front of you and you are consumed with guilt. Your wife arranged this; she is a slut of the first degree. You are in a bizarre marriage and now you are stuffing up an opportunity. You want to divorce Carol. Amanda is coming on strong relax and enjoy it. 

Amanda was holding me and rocking me squatting next to me. Her perfume hit me as she held me with her head between her soft breasts bursting from her blouse which was open now nearly to her waist. 

My guilt seemed to waft away. I must admit I helped the wafting. The perfume seemed to be pumping up my prick with each breath I took. I stood up shakily. My pants pointed North. The penile GPS pointed directly at Amanda. 

"Oh my darling, lets sit and eat and talk"

So she sat me at the table. It was a full silver service with cut crystal glasses and candles in silver holders. 

This is so nice I thought. This woman is all class. I cannot let her down. I will force myself to eat the meal. Besides little head is very demanding tonight. 

After asking her what she knew, she told me that Carol told her I had walked in with her and Rob in bed and was very upset and that I would tell Amanda the rest. Carol asked her to be very gentle in looking after her man but gave her permission to "console me". 

I was starting to get annoyed. Manipulative Carol is at work again. Then I thought so what. I am having dinner with a lovely personable intelligent stimulating, sexy, succulent woman what do I have to complain about. I cut my morbid ruminations. 

Despite my distress, which I actively dampened down, I enjoyed the meal. We had eaten with Rob and Amanda a number of times and had lovely meals. This meal was up to the best restaurant standard I had ever eaten. It told her with each course how exquisite it was. A different wine accompanied each tasting portion and despite how I felt I mellowed out and told her more than I had told anyone before. 

I explained about our marriage and all that I had told Claude, Harriet and Annie. 

I then had a deeper insight. "What I had not realised till today was that this whole year watching the emerging relationship with Rob was filled with pain because I had believed we were reaching resolution and could have children. I have wanted children and thought that it was all coming to closure. 

"Last year was the best in our marriage despite Carol's father being ill and dying. Her relationship sexually was only with me for a year. I felt that the reserve and self protection that I had was dropping and I could enter that wonderful level of trust and intimacy I felt with her in the first month of our initial relationship before I discovered about her compulsive need to have these constant brief sexual liaisons. 

"You know these liaisons prior to Rob are truly weird. When I suggested we move them to our apartment I watched a number of times and listened to try and understand what was in it for her; what was it that I didn't give her? I had resisted watching for some time but the curiosity got to me. What didn't I have?

"The sex seemed pedestrian and not worth watching from the point of view of a voyeur though it sickened me to watch her. I loathe the idea of my beloved wife with another man; I always have and always will. I ask myself every day why I got into it and stayed with it. 

"What followed however in each case at some time or another was she would ask them like in an interview about themselves their lives and relationships almost as if she was looking for something. I asked her about it a number of times and she said she was seeking a match of some type did not know what it was but would recognise it when she found it. 

"Rob is the first person she has had an extended relationship with to the degree I would call it an affaire. When I asked her about it starting she reassured me about him saying I had nothing to worry about emotionally. She liked him but he was not her kind of guy. Her behaviour was different as time progressed. 

"After 2 months she said she wanted to see if she learned more when it went on longer. They went on conferences and seminars together and spent extra time together as well. As the year went on I felt more and more anxious. Each time they went away I felt sick with the fear I was losing her. She kept reassuring me that she still loved me but was exploring something with Rob and felt she was onto something. I could never find out what. 

She started to be more affectionate to him when we were all together. This made me even more anxious. You never seemed to worry about it Amanda?"

She replied with a half smile, "I have had less and less respect for him over the course of our marriage and I am coming to loathe him. I married to have one man. I have emotionally detached from him progressively. I am rapidly reaching the situation that I will want out. It's not been bad with him but I am tired of his constant affairs and flaky approach to his work. He is a great father to the children and they love him. I love this apartment and its been hard to make the final step, but it is close.

"Rob you may not wish to hear this but I know you love me. Carol has told me and I have felt it for some time. Carol approached me 4 months ago and asked me if I loved you too. Whew that woman of yours is direct. I was nonplussed. I said I would think about it and get back to her. 

"When I saw her a week later I asked her why she asked me if I loved you. She said something quite enigmatic. She said that she didn't know why she was not worrying about a woman who could love you. She said she didn't mind in the past you having sex with another woman but she had been wildly jealous in the past of anyone with whom you might fall in love. She also said she could not understand what she was doing with Rob as he was not her type and she was spending so much time with him. She also said that she thought I was not in love with Rob. She said she thought I loathed him. She is one smart cookie. 

"I admitted that I both loved and was in love with you. Carol said we would be good together. She said she constantly worried about losing you to her bizarre lifestyle but couldn't live without you. I asked her then what the hell she was doing with a turkey like Rob. She replied that she didn't know. 

"She has to be the most confusing woman I have ever met" said Amanda." She paused and held my hand tightly. 

"She is screwing my husband. At the same time she is a great friend of mine. She told me of the affaire at the beginning and even asked my permission. She declares her love of him. She upsets you and sends you my way. 

I admit I did offer to have you here this weekend but she thought it was a great idea. She said something like this can work out. When I asked what she meant, she said she didn't know and could not explain it to me or herself. Then she blew my mind telling me what you liked sexually. So why she is doing this I do not know. But you know I don't care. I am going to enjoy this time with you. I am going to love you and look after you and comfort and cuddle you. I have never been forward like this with any man but I hope that you don't reject me."

I thought to myself, why me? I am not tall, not handsome and here I have this stunning woman offering herself. Carol was way out of my league. Women have always liked me. Really people have always liked me. At school I did well academically and played a lot of sport at a reasonable level. I had good friends who were stable happy people and I still see most of them. I had good male and female friends. Most of my relationships with women were at their instigation as I was shy, but I had good relationships with women who were loyal and honest till Carol. Well she is honest and she is loyal but screws around. I had no doubt Carol would be prepared to give her life for me. I do not understand it but I feel it. Enough of these thoughts. Amanda is here and I will live in the now. Cut the worrying. 

I opened my arms and Amanda fell into them. She then offered me a brandy and said that we will sip it in bed. 

What she had told me so far was typical Carol. As Amanda had spoken I knew that my course was becoming clear. I felt less guilty. 

Amanda had such warmth and tenderness. I felt held and protected. 

I thought what the hell do I need with a relationship where I am cuckolded and humiliated. But I thought yes it looks like that but I am not really humiliated at all. It doesn't feel like cuckolding either till Rob. Yet I had the feeling she was provoking me with Rob and it was part of this complex unconscious game that she was playing and I became her unwilling pawn. 

Well I thought Amanda is quite some compensation. Intelligent she is, utterly lovely, a sunny disposition, warm and she loves me. She can cook superbly. She has a few children but what the hell we are not getting married. It's just a weekend. 

How wrong was I about so much.

I had no idea. 

I think I trusted Amanda. I did not feel there was anyone else. She would not if with me screw around with someone else. I know she was someone else's wife but she felt as if she was mine. I felt she would not cheat on me. I still felt like it was a story in Alice in Wonderland the adult edition. 

That night was a life changing event. Amanda asked me to wait 10minutes before entering the bedroom. By this time young Daniel Montgomery was erect and was determined to have his way with this woman. 

The room was dimmed; rose petals were on the bed. Amanda was lying on the bed in stockings and the sexiest teal nightwear I had ever seen in a number of diaphanous layers that I delighted in slowly removing. I slowly untied a lace or two, kissed my way down her neck to her now heaving breasts and very gently teased her lips with my fingers while my lips touched her breast. 

We slowly caressed each other and moved into leisurely love making. As an experience I felt that my soul met hers and I felt deeply and profoundly content in her arms. I really let go of myself. We felt our way forward with each other learning what we liked and met each other at a deep level. I remember her looking into my eyes as she moved above me and slowly bent over and oh so tenderly kissed my eyelids. I remember sucking on her vaginal lips to hear her soft sounds and looking up at her to see her lovingly smile and caress my cheek. 

The feeling of my cock entering her for the first time and entering her was so blissful. 

Later she sat in my lap with her legs around me and slowly milked me as I held her. I remained in a state of bliss for so long on the edge that I wept when I orgasmed. She cried as she held me close and we murmured loving words to each other. She was I realised my lover, my soul mate and I knew now that I loved her passionately, helplessly and completely. 

I knew too that that was how I still loved Carol but it was always tempered by the fear of her loss. With this experience of Amanda, I knew I loved Carol but I no longer had the depth of fear. I had someone else that I loved and loved me. I knew now I could leave Carol and find a deeper trusting love. 

I woke to the smell of breakfast that she had brought to the bed in a large tray before fetching her own. We laughed and joked as we fed each other. I had a deep abiding sense of comfort, calm and joy. I could not keep my hands from touching and caressing her body. I kissed her gently on any exposed part that I could reach. We made love this time more urgently me trying to enter her more deeply. She held me so tightly as we slowly recovered from her orgasm and lay closely wrapped holding and caressing each other gently. She was as adventurous and as willing as Carol. I can't say I was preoccupied with trying every hole and every possible position. I never have been. If it happened it happened. 

She packed me off to work on the Friday and I went feeling healed and cheerful. I felt on top of the world. She said hurry home.

I had a seminar cancel in the afternoon and phoned to ask if she would like me home early. I took her to the coast and we sat drinking coffee and chatting. It just so happened that as she leant over to kiss me for the tenth time as we sat side by side that I saw a whole group of my friends and colleagues sitting some distance away pointing at us and gesticulating. Of course they knew Carol and me but many knew Rob and Carol. As I had heard about the rumours of Rob and Carol not being discreet at work and had a few "helpful warning" calls they must have been intrigued about this development in swapping. 

I pointed them out to Amanda. I felt very awkward and uncomfortable.

Amanda was unexpectedly delighted. She insisted we went over to them and chatted. She introduced me to some people who didn't know me as her "friend wink wink." 

She was so upfront that everyone was relaxed and joking in 5 more minutes. 

The resident boorish insensitive arsehole who was by 4:30 significantly under the weather asked."So what is it between you guys?"

I blushed and was Amanda who jumped in with saying in an exaggerated way "He is the love of my life, the man I want to be with. He is my lover and my friend. He is in my bed every night."

"Oh yeh he said. "You guys saw we were there and you are just winding us up."

"No no" she said, "I wouldn't exaggerate we had no idea at all you guys were here."

She put her arm around me and kissed me. They all hooted at the table and chanted "Get a room, get a room." I blushed. She laughed.

"No time for a room she said to me lets use the car in the car park." I blushed even more. She kissed me again wrapping her arms around me. 

My face I could feel went hotter and hotter. My ears were burning red. By this time they were all grinning at the table and broke into laughter. 

Our fine feathered inquisitor continued, "so he said what is happening with Bob and Carol?"

Quick as a flash Amanda replied, "Listen you guys you know as well as I do with a high degree of reliability what is going on that is why I am corrupting her man! I have the better deal"

This was all said in a jocular tone. 

She smiled and said , "and I am enjoying corrupting the innocent"

"See how well he blushes. Soon I will have him blasé and fully bent to my every whim. "

It was all said in such a way that I would not have believed a word she had said. This woman was a masterful actress. I realised I had seriously underestimated her. She stated the truth in a tone that she was not to be believed. It was like hiding behind the most obvious place. Its too obvious to look behind. 

We stayed with the group for dinner. Amanda continued to cuddle and kiss me. 

We arrived at home and Amanda said that the experience had left her horny and she loved showing our relationship off. 

When I said that no one had believed a word she had said and felt we were fooling them, she said what fun, if you can't hide it flaunt it. 

She seemed so happy that I was carried along by her mood. 

We showered together she put on another sexy negligee and we made love with her on top teasing me to a state of desperation. 

Carol called. She had missed me at work and I didn't hear my phone at the restaurant. She was worried about where I was and why I was not responding. She was crying and quite distressed, continuing to sob as I reassured her I was with Amanda. She said you are going to abandon me I know it and you want to divorce me. 

I told her that I was examining my options but the compensation of spending time with Amanda had surprisingly worked. Amanda arched her eyebrows and giggled.

I asked her about the conference and she said that she was so worried about us that she could not concentrate and then said I would love Amanda more than her and leave her. She said no-one could love me more than her and that she wanted me to promise I would not leave her. 

I told her that we would talk on her return but a decision about leaving her was premature and to relax and enjoy the conference and the weekend with Rob. I wanted to shoot the bastard but strangely enough I was feeling relaxed and calm. I had for the first time a sense of where this was all going. I told her I loved her and would see her on Sunday evening. Rob then spoke to Amanda. She was a little short with him while sucking my cock each time he spoke. I tried to pull away but she held me by the nuts! I said "yes madam." She told him the children were doing fine with her parents. 




Resolving My Marriage Pt. 02



Amanda and Carol then spoke for awhile. I went to get a drink while they chatted. They appeared to discuss the detail of what happened between Amanda and me in some detail. They seemed to giggle a lot. 

Amanda pounced on me and I soon forgot all my troubles. We spend the weekend like we were on honeymoon. It was one of the most idyllic times of my life. 

I went back to our apartment to do some laundry and wait for Carols' return. 

She came in through the door crying. She said how sorry she was. She held me like I was her long lost relative who she hadn't seen for 20 years. She followed me around the apartment not letting me do any of my chores. She knew if I was upset I would do my own laundry and cook for myself. She knew I was upset. Weird stuff isn't it? If I sat down she sat on my lap. It was to a ridiculous degree. I began to laugh as she followed me into the bathroom and I said she might like to hold my cock which she did quite seriously particularly when she blotted me gently at the end. 

She insisted we make gentle love with her on top doing all the work. I was concerned that Daniel Montgomery would not be able to rise to the occasion after his full workout only ended 15 minutes before Carol's arrival. He was resurrected and rose to do his duty. 

I felt she truly loved me. She said she adored me and held me close. She could not have been any closer to me on the bed and she possessively kept her leg on me. I had only seen a little of this behaviour during out first crisis when we nearly did not get together at all. I found it all very confusing. The more it went on the more I wanted out. I was becoming more determined not to be seduced. 

The next morning she left for work as usual but not before an early morning wakeup blowjob for me. She proudly said she would look after her man. 

Before I made any further move I needed to know my options. I needed to find out my financial position and the nature of the contracts. I feared how I would be tied up by these obscure documents. I bitterly regretted not having Zelda read the contracts before I signed them. I was too trusting. I knew Carol's father could be cruel and ruthless and I had no doubt I would be screwed in any divorce. I felt trapped and claustrophobic. I was disgusted with myself getting so quickly seduced by Carol again. I sat there blankly feeling my heart beating so quickly in my chest and I was full of anxiety. 

I was late at work. 

Chapter 8

Rob's eviction

Amanda phoned while I was in the car and tearfully told me she loved me and missed me. I missed her too. Things got back to normal during the week. Carol became less clingy and Amanda became more tearful on the phone. I popped in to see her a couple of times during the week. She was so pleased to see me. She was careful around the children. 

The bombshell was to come on Friday. Amanda called me at work to arrange to come to see me and Amanda that evening. Carol seemed quite cheerful and said Amanda could come for dinner. Carol told me that Rob had just told her that Amanda had thrown him out. She seemed quite unconcerned. It all seemed decidedly odd. 

I called Claude who was really excited to hear from me. I had spoken to him and Hester nearly every time some new event occurred and when I was unsure about what was happening 

Claude seemed to know Amanda well. He said he would tell me later about where. He told me she was a fine woman and would be good for me.

Claude said that this was now the next major step and I was to observe and listen very closely what happened this evening. He said he thought he knew what it was about but couldn't say. 

Some things would come clear this evening but I was not to worry. He thought he could see the game. I was to enjoy it knowing it would work out. It would not be to my expectations but the end result would be positive. 

"Thank you Yoda, its as clear as mud," I said. 

I got home at 5:30 to help Carol to find it was all organized. She had taken half a day off and was cooking at her super gourmet level with presentation that I had never seen before. She was worried about how her cooking would be received. No matter how often I said it was just Amanda it made no impact. She was behaving as if my boss was coming to dinner and my work future would depend on the meal. I had to taste test all five courses and check the table ten times. 

This has to be weird. My wife, probably soon to be my ex, entertaining my girlfriend to the best of her ability. 

She relaxed just a little as I declared the food the best she had ever made and the table magnificent. She tidied the kitchen and send me off the open the red wines. She also had brought out a magnificent bottle of Louis Roderer Champagne. We had been saving it for a special occasion. 

"What is the occasion?" I asked meddling in woman's business. 

"Shush" she said, 'what do you know?"

Amanda rang the doorbell and Carol rushed to the door to open it and hug her. Amanda was magnificently dressed in a long black number slit to the waist. She and Carol looked magnificent together. They were spectacular women. Amanda had fuck me pumps with very high heels. She looked scrumptious. 

I moved to hug Amanda. She was as tense as anyone could be. She looked as if she would burst into tears at any moment. She pushed me away gently looking preoccupied. 

Carol said, "Tell us before you explode!"

Amanda burst into tears. Carol moved to hold her. Amanda stiffened even more if it is possible. 

Through her sobs she gasped "I am pregnant, its very early but I am sure"

Carol said, "I know darling, Dan will be a wonderful father to your baby. I will always also be there for you. Can you drink some champers I have a some chilling for the occasion." Carol hugged her. 

"Don't just stand there with your mouth open catching flies come and hug the mother of your child".

My preliminary thought was why wasn't it Rob's child? Then if it was mine why hadn't I thought of contraception? 

My next thought was Claude could never have known this. But then how could Carol. Well perhaps Rob told her. 

I hugged Amanda and softly said in her ear that I loved her and would support her and the child to the best of my ability. I did not say if it was mine. Shit how could I know if it was mine? 

I then began to worry. I had this huge debt to Carol's Trust for my education. She had told me I was paying it off since I had worked but I did not know how much. I knew that I was not entitled to much when Carol now divorced me. The prenuptial was a killer I was sure. Her father would have stitched me up. She was also a great actor and I knew she was just being polite. I knew that the forces of doom were circling. Rob would fight tooth and nail in a divorce and would probably sue me for maintenance and not pay enough to support Amanda in the apartment. I knew she largely was at home and did a bit of part time work. I knew the rental on their apartment would be horrific. Amanda dressed well. How would I keep her in clothing, rent, or anything much? My salary was modest as I was not yet finished my specialty training. Then I realised it was worse than I thought. Carol had full control of my salary and all my money. She paid everything for me and now I would have to try and extract some money to pay my way with Amanda and my baby. My beloved wife had full control of my destiny. Carol's father had given me a gift at our wedding which he told me was to help me get started and showed me the cheque before he gave it to Claude to invest it for me. Claude said it was very generous. I remember not wanting to be too interested in the amount but it looked like about $10 000 which I thought was exceedingly generous and I told him that I appreciated it very much. He had settled $25000 on me as a dowry prior to the prenuptial agreement. Carol had invested all my money. 

I thought back to our wedding. It was lavish and extravagant and all my living relatives and friends were invited and flown with all the other guests to our wedding at a resort in Turkey. We travelled around Australia for our honeymoon ending with a week at the Luxurious resort Cable Beach in Broome. I knew we got some money at the wedding. I would be entitled to half. 

I thought Claude was clever and probably would have increased my investment to double in this time. I would phone Claude as soon as I could to release some money for me. My parents had left me some money too but I had given it to Carol for furniture for the apartment and told her to invest the rest. My parents did not have much. If Carol claimed the money for my education and I had to find a place for myself I would struggle desperately. I thought no matter what I would make sure Amanda and the baby would be looked after. I was so worried. Carol had me by the balls. She had her hands on all my assets. I was in debt to her and my salary was small. I now had a major mess on my hands. My palms began to sweat. I felt like I had a tight band around my head. I felt nausea rising. 

As I walked into the dining room Carol was opening the champagne. Amanda said just a glass for me due to the baby. She and Carol looked so cheerful. 

Carol's father was known to be ruthless in business. He told me that Carol had inherited all her fathers traits. He said to more than once be careful not to cross her. She looks all sweetness and light but can be a ball cruncher. I had seen Carol in negotiation over a variety of work issues with tradespeople and builders. I knew I was in for a nightmare. It was coming. Rob was also known as a vindictive bastard. I hated fights and nastiness. I knew it was coming. 

Carol handed me the first glass and said "for you daddy!"

She handed one to Amanda and said 'a toast for the lovely parents of our first baby."

Now I knew it was even worse. Our first baby was what she said. I knew something was happening. She went away at the peak of her fertile time with Rob. She was also pregnant and that was 'our second child.' Why our first child? What was the about?

"Why so worried?" she said to me.

If only she knew. I would have to be very careful. I needed to investigate my true situation. 

"Don't you want the baby?" said a suddenly panicky Amanda. 

"Nonsense he loves babies and has always wanted children. I am not quite ready for his child. No he is an industrial grade worrier, its something else. Tell us darling".

I felt very embarrassed and on the spot. How was I to know that the child was mine. I felt that I was in a trapped situation with debts that exceeded my assets and future obligations that exceeded my capacity to meet them. Then I heard what Carol had said about our first child. What the hell was that about? I knew I needed to support Amanda now and speak to Claude as soon as I could to see if he could release some money and advise me on what I could do financially. I realised that it was almost the time I would hear from Zelda about the prenuptial agreement and my loan document. I bitterly regretted not seeking Zelda's advice before I signed. After dad died I just wasn't thinking. Carol's behaviour was very suspicious this evening. Was she preparing to shaft me while appearing so friendly and supportive? Yet she had set it all up. 

Suddenly it seemed all clear. None of what she said about Rob was true. He was her ideal man and this was her opportunity to get me out and Rob in. I would be left with nothing or virtually nothing but debts. She did love him and she was provoking me to run to Amanda and she herself was already pregnant. She and Rob would move in together. Our first child reference meant she was already pregnant. She hadn't had a child with me as she never wanted to. She would strike soon. I couldn't easily divorce her but she wanted to have the satisfaction of divorcing me. The baby was the proof of my infidelity. On the other hand she doesn't lie. Others corroborated how Rob was. 

Claude phoned and asked if I was a daddy? He said I should come and see him to discuss my situation with him. I was so relieved he suggested it. I asked him how he knew. He laughed and said he was a prophet and had referred to his oracle. He said I needed to find out what the contracts said before I met with him. He said things were not as they seemed and I should restrain myself from saying anything but should continue to observe. He spoke to Carol and congratulated Amanda. 

The meal was amazing. Amanda and Carol had a great time and I worried incessantly. I felt like a fly seeing a spray of insecticide heading his way. Death was heading my way. Well I decided "eat drink and be merry for tomorrow you die." So I cheered myself up ate and drank too much and when Amanda left I hugged and held her feeling desolate and burst into tears. 

Fortunately she saw me as sensitive and supportive not the pathetic weak turkey I saw myself to be. I was in the clutches of my wife and she could finish me off. I just did not trust this support of Amanda and was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Carol took me to bed and said that the whole evening had made her love me even more and she felt very tender to me and was very horny. I understood nothing but went with the flow. I was so full of my worries that she had 4 orgasms on Daniel Montgomery before I finally got aroused enough to orgasm. She called me daddy at every opportunity, seemed delighted and proud like she was a grandparent or sister. I was very suspicious. 

I could not sleep. I ruminated all night on Carol being the smiling death. I dreamed of her smiling while she hacked young Daniel Montgomery from my body and sliced my prick into pieces and put them into a mincer. I saw myself working two jobs to support two women and a baby with Bob not living with Carol to avoid taking financial responsibility and suing me for whatever he could. 

Carol woke and asked me why I was awake. I told her I was excited about being a father. She quickly fell asleep holding me close.

Chapter 9

My legal situation

After Zelda's visit with Harry her husband and partner I went to see Claude. I told him what happened. 

"The contract from the lawyer arrived a week after I had arrived in Carols house. She had moved me in quickly and soon the contract arrived as expected. Carol presented it to me for signing just before I was sitting an exam. She suggested that I carefully read it and I needed to be aware of the obligations to pay her and her father back via the trust and I should let my lawyer see it. I said I trusted her. She showed me the table of costs and obligations and I signed it. She said did I want the copy or should she file it. I grunted and she filed it. I went back to my studying and forgot all about it. 

"Zelda phoned on Saturday morning after Amanda and Carol went out shopping. I felt like death warmed up. They were disgustingly cheerful and talking about babies constantly. They made me breakfast both kissed me and then laughing left. 

Zelda said that the document analysis was complete. She said that they were the strangest documents she had ever encountered. She said that Carol's father's lawyer was a legal genius and they were documents that she would love to put into a journal as the best examples of their type. Well as you know when Zelda says something is funny often its not and it means you are deeply screwed. I got instantly worried and asked her if Carol had screwed me with the documents. Was I in deep and profound excrement? I said I was very worried about what was happening and told her about Amanda. She was very excited and congratulated me. My sense of foreboding and impending gloom grew. 

"Zelda, said she would come over with the documents. She knew Carol was shopping and would come to see me downstairs. She had brought Stan with her and he was sniggering and asked if he could stay for the entertainment. I was nonplussed. What entertainment I asked. Zelda said you will hear soon." Stan was widely regarded as a litigation genius and was supposed to be very aggressive. If he regarded the documents as entertainment I was screwed and would need him on my side as Zelda could not. 

Zelda my lawyer also lives in our complex. Like most of my mother and father's eastern European mafia she is a formidable woman with brain that grasps complex issues. She is the managing partner of a major national firm. She acts like my personal lawyer despite all that. I never wait for anything and despite at times I am sure consuming considerable amounts of her firms resources she apologises and says that the amount of work is too small to raise an invoice. However she has to be invited to all family do's. She has known me from before I was born. She had one son who was born with Down's syndrome who died of pneumonia in his teens. I was like her prodigal son, not too bright I think but worth helping because of her relationship with my mother. As you may gather I was brought up by and with formidable women with exceptional careers and who loved helping us hapless males. Why they treated these incapable males so well I have never known. I have always suspected some misplaced but welcome compassion. Stan never got over the death of Tony. He tended towards a continual gloom but that evening he was full of merriment. This did not bode well. 

Zelda removed the contract from her ancient leather briefcase. She always consulted me with that case after I said I loved its old worn leather. She used another at the office. I never needed to consult her in the office but went to the office as she insisted I take her for lunch once a month. I had only once managed to pay when I knew ahead of time which restaurant it was and prepaid two weeks ahead. I never managed it again. I was sure that she and her PA, delicious Delia, plotted for weeks each month how to outwit me and find a way for me to be surprised at the meal. Zelda never ordered from the menu. She and Delia would discuss what we ate with the chef for ages before the meal and we would simply be served. Delia often came with us and flirted with me outrageously in front of Zelda who would try and pretend she was not jealous. Delia wore tight skirts for our lunches with stockings and garters and very tight tops which opened to show her large boobs. She would sit and put her foot in my crutch while looking innocent and tease me mercilessly. She sometimes would not wear underwear and would flash me during the meal. Zelda always threatened that she would never bring Delia again as she distracted me too much. I often wondered if they also had a relationship. They seemed awfully close. Zelda could charm a bird from a tree or freeze her prey if needed at 500yards. Zelda was not someone to be trifled with. Delia was often at their home and flirted with Harry constantly. At work Delia was prim and proper and dressed conservatively except for our lunch dates. 

Zelda opened her notes about the contract extracting it from a manila folder with a pink bow around it. I recognised Delia's touch. I recognised Delia's handwriting. She had written the analysis. So much for playing the dumb bimbo with me. 

Stan leaned forward expectantly. "Tell it to the man!" he said.

Stan did tend to the dramatic. 

Zelda said, "I will just read it out-The document is called contract of obligation for you Daniel in relation to payments to Carol and her father. 

"Essentially it says you are a nice guy and they love you very much. It says 10 times you owe them nothing. They know you have suffered in relation to your fathers long illness and you are trying your best to be a decent person and do good for humanity. This document is one hundred and fifty pages long but it says that most of it is the same phrases and paragraphs which it says any lawyer who can interpret legalise should ignore between page 2 and page 147. The last two pages are a spreadsheet to reflect vaguely costs of the household to provide you with some substance but they never expect you to ever pay them anything they have plenty of money and if anything would be happy to give you more. Then they have put in a song which essentially is a Latin poem which says something like for you are jolly good fellow and they encourage you and appreciate your sense of honour. The lawyer says in the document in Latin how much he enjoyed doing the document and looked forward to the prenuptial agreement which they assured him would be later and they were already busy on it."




Resolving My Marriage Pt. 02



Zelda and Stan both had tears in their eyes and broad smiles. Zelda came over and pinched my cheeks and gave me a hug. Zelda said that the work that would have gone into the document was significant. I went into the kitchen to make them some tea. I thought about the contract. I realised that I had all these women who were just playing with my head. When I brought back their tea and some water for me, I said that to Zelda. 

She said to me, "For heavens sake don't be ridiculous. Can't you see we all adore you and try and help you despite yourself? 

"Let me read you the prenuptial agreement. 

She opened another file with a black bow which she laboriously untied. 

She said this classic. The covering letter said it was a challenge to write it all in English to be sufficiently obscure but they believe they achieved it without recourse to Latin phrases. She said it took Delia two weeks with an expert in English from the middle ages to be sure of the contract. 

It says that you are directed to read the section on what are the fundamental issues but they are only an example of how they could screw you in a pre-nup. In that section written in plain English you are told that if you leave the marriage you will get nothing as you come in with nothing but debts. In addition you will be liable for all costs of any actions and have to pay Carol alimony and all costs of future children. This is not waived for any reasons. If either has affairs only yours will be held against you as you are aware Carol has other relationships. You can only have other relationships with her documented written approval. These penalties are written so they seem evenly balanced but essentially are seriously prejudiced against you. 

"However in the document itself it says all that stuff does not apply and is only what is standard and is only an example. It says that Carol and her father recognise you have made her happier than she has ever been and the only protection you will ever need is from hurt from her. From the trust they settle 2% of the trust on you. You can both screw around as much as you want.

If you survive 5 years in the marriage you are awarded 7% of the trust. It says for getting to the stage of translating the document the marriage must be in trouble and you are awarded all costs in translation. However Zelda and her firm are locked into providing advice to the trust and cannot ever advise and take sides in a divorce. She can only mediate and all fees are paid. Zelda and her firm are the only ones likely to be asked to translate this document and are continued in the long term administration of the trust. Your role in the trust was never revealed to the firm administering the trust. The trust percentages and related income have been reinvested for you as specified in the trust. 

"Zelda said that as far as she knows Carol does not know or understand the terms of this agreement but clearly participated in the preparation of the first agreement. 

She then said that Carol had phoned her early that morning and obtained permission to settle and unspecified amount on me as she was 'worried that Dan has no pocket money of his own and might need a few bucks to spend on the mother of his child". This money was to be transferred directly to Amanda to administer on your behalf. 

I then told Zelda of my financial worries and that I knew my salary would not stretch far enough as Amanda only worked at the office part time and seemed to spend a lot of time at home. Rob might not pay her alimony in view of her being pregnant with my child. I told her of the apartments in our building being rather expensive and Amanda seemed to live well. There would be lots of expenses when the baby came along. I knew that Carol's father had been wealthy but I could see a few percentage points in the trust would help but the income was reinvested and I had no real access to any money. 

Stan seemed to be choking and laughing and held his hand in front of his mouth. He broke into hysterical laughter. I had never heard him laugh never mind seen him laughing like this. Zelda looked at him crossly. 

"Come Stan she said before you put your foot in your mouth. You are laughing like a pregnant hyena. She then started to giggle."

"Dan," she said "I think its time you spent a bit of time on your financial affairs." I turned my eyes upwards. I had had this lecture from her and Carol for years. Claude who managed my stuff with Carol said when the time was right I would discuss them with him. It seemed now was the time. I phoned him and I caught him in Japan. He suggested that I talk to Amanda about my concerns as she was critical to the first part of my worries and he would talk to me when he got back.

"Why Amanda?" I asked but Claude was gone. 

Chapter 10

Amanda

Carol and Amanda arrived back from their shopping expedition and Carol announced that I was to celebrate that night and stay overnight with Amanda. They had huge amounts of stuff they had bought. The girly and baby talk was not for me so I excused myself.

I went to my work room. My father and I are sort of inventors. Dad was like me not interested much in money but we like thinking of and making things. Mum managed the money and we always lived modestly. Mum was supportive of Dad's and my "fiddling" as she called it. We are both also quite artistic. Dad loved ceramics and ceramic theory and in the latter years got into plastics. He and I spent lots of time making high temperature tolerant plastics and making shapes with them. 

We made quite a lot of fun stuff. Some of the ceramics and some of the plastics were great in the kitchen. Mum often helped us document the processes in detail. She spent time asking us for possible uses for these things. She then used to ask Dad if she could try and patent some of it. Dad used to laugh and say if she wanted to waste her time. Mum thought lots of our stuff was very useful and she had it all over our house as did Zelda and Harriet. Mum used to also send some of our stuff to dealers and set up a few exhibitions of our artistic work. Mum used to spend a lot of time with Zelda and patents and with Claude about our work. They would both ask us some questions but in general did not bother us much. Mum said we were quite successful with one or two processes. The business side of it was a bit of a bore. Mum said Claude managed the licences and the investments for us for their super and a trust for me. 

When they died they left me a bit of cash which I gave Carol for furniture and a trust which Claude managed. About the trust Claude said I would ask when I needed to and not before. Carol nagged me incessantly to a least look at my affairs. 

Carol took over from mum with regard to documenting the processes and spending time with Claude and Zelda. 

Her father had a bigger interest in the medical stuff I began to work on with plastics and titanium. I was working on ceramics, plastic and titanium for a wide range of what I thought could be good in medicine. They also talked patents and business which left me stone cold. 

Carol was like mum, very supportive of my hobby. I spent many happy hours too with her father who helped Carol with some of my medical stuff. He said he even got some of it into production. It was for plastic lenses for the eye and corneal substitutes. It calmed me and I felt that I was doing good work for mankind. Carol said that she had reasonable success in patenting some more of my processes. 

Amanda was also quite artistic and we sometimes had spent time making a few pots together and firing them. We had probably only done it twice together in the year due to time constraints and her family obligations. 

Carol had put in a couple of kilns and all the equipment I needed in the week after my father died and then when we moved into the apartment had had it all rebuilt. 

I now began to worry about what had happened to the patents and if they had been taken from me. I recalled signing lots of documents after my father's death and even more after Carol's father's death but as Zelda was handling them I didn't worry. However Carol and Zelda had got awfully close and perhaps I had lot all dad's work. Then I thought it couldn't have been worth much as we had lived modestly. Carol was just trying to be a good wife and take over for what mum did and indulge the eccentric males. 

Dad had always worked days at some sort of government facility. It seemed dull work from what dad spoke about in electronic research for the military. It mustn't have paid much. 

The time passed quickly. Carol called me for dinner and said Amanda had gone home to cook for the children. Tonight she said it was meet the children and talk with them and Amanda. She said she had packed my bag. She was seeing Rob. 

I felt the same nausea and anxiety when she said that. It was like a punch in the stomach. 

I was increasingly convinced that Rob was better than she had made him out to be and she wanted him and was handing me over to Amanda and really was in love with him, was pregnant with him and somehow she planned to clear herself of me. 

She would not divorce me because she might have bigger claims on her trust. She would keep me in limbo and on a string while she had children also with Rob. She had not wanted children with me because I was her starter husband and she wanted to move to Rob her definitive man. All this niceness and loving me was to keep me from threatening the trust though I was sure that I could do nothing. 

This family trust of hers I was sure was designed to keep me powerless. There was not much in it and Carol's assets were hidden. The fact that I had no obligation to them for money was a great relief but a puzzle. I knew there was a trap somewhere in all of this. 

In tears I left for Amanda not saying anything to Carol. I did not let her see me cry. I began to wonder if Claude was involved in some way. He had been a partner of Carol's father. Could he know more about all of this and was part of this group keeping me from getting more from the trust. 

I knew Claude loved me as did Harriet so it didn't make complete sense. However I thought there could be enough money involved to bend Claude. 

I thought even more deeply. I could see I was the sucker all along. Carol selected me as a guy not interested in money. She paid me attention never letting me have children with her while she looked for her ideal husband. That was what all the interviews were with the guys she slept with. I was never enough for her. It was fine to humour me and keep me busy with medicine, and my plastics and ceramics. It was a small price to have a convenient male around while Carol screwed all and sundry. I was the consistent dummy to go to the social events and provide a consistent face while cuckolded constantly. Hester was used unwittingly to keep me pacified and contented. Zelda was there also to keep me in my place. Some of it made better sense than others. I had the feeling that I couldn't quite put my finger on all the issues. 

Now the question arose of Amanda. Was the child Rob's. She and Carol seem unusually easy about this whole thing and then Carol gives me some money but gives it to Amanda to manage. My paranoia was running rampant at this stage. 

Positively however I didn't have any debts. These were forgiven by Carol's father. Boy that was an odd contract. He must have thought that I was the ideal sucker for Carol. Forgiving me a few debts while setting up a prenuptial agreement that allowed Carol to have all her men to find the right one left me in real trouble. The money in the trust was held for me and reinvested. I had no control of my destiny and could be ruined in an instant. 

By the time I reached Amanda's door I was a wreck. 

She ushered me into the lounge and said its meet the children time. She smiled and looked friendly. She kissed me lightly on the cheek and said 

"Ready my love?"

The boys were on the couch and Amanda and I sat facing them in separate chairs. 

Amanda began "I wanted to talk to you guys about what is happening with me and Dan and explain what is happening with your Dad and me in more detail. 

"Dad has been having affairs for years. You know he was married before and has 2 children with his ex wife. He met me 2 months after she threw him out. 

A year ago he took up with Carol and now I have thrown him out and have taken Dan as my boyfriend. I am pregnant with his baby."

The questions came hard and fast. 

"Will we see dad?"

"Yes of course he can see you as much as he wants"

"Will you and dad get divorced and will you marry Dan?"

"I am in the process of divorcing your father, but Dan will have to decide about divorce from Carol, it is not a big issue for me"

"You were still sharing the bedroom with dad till 2 weeks ago with dad?"

"Yes"

"How do you know the baby is Dan's?"

This kid was sharp I could see. I was very keen to know that answer too for obvious reasons. 

"Your father had a vasectomy years ago."

I could see lots of my theories bite the dust. 

But of course vasectomies could be reversed. 

"Also" Amanda said "he was almost sterile before the vasectomy due to having been treated for a cancer. We were concerned about abnormal children as he had chemo and radiotherapy"

Some parts of my theory bit the dust. 

That was why Carol was not concerned about condoms. How could Carol be pregnant?

"Dan, how do you feel about mum?"

"I love her"

"Are you going to divorce Carol and marry mum?"

"I am investigating this."

"What does that mean?"

"I am caught in very complicated legal arrangements with Carol that unless she wants to divorce me which she doesn't I will have massive legal battles for many years. I don't have the ability to fight such battles as I don't think I have much to fight with"

Amanda arched her eyebrows at me. She grinned giggled and then said

"Carol said you had no idea of your finances. Claude told me too. I now know for myself. Claude phoned me to explain this evening. 

Right, off to bed boys. Dan you read to one and I'll do the other."

We put them to bed and met in the lounge for a drink. 

Amanda asked me what I knew of my financial situation?

I explained about Dad and me working on his inventions but we had not much money. I told her about the patents that mum got involved with and later Carol and her father. 

I told her how I could not ask my parents for money when dad was sick as I did not want to make them feel that they should give me money. They would have sold the shirts off their backs to give me money and they could ill afford it. Mum was a good money manager but had never worked outside the home. Dad only had a government job that I thought was low level. 

Amanda sat there with her mouth open mumbling "Oh my God, Oh my God, how can this be?"

That was how I landed up living with Carol and entering the contract with her. Had she not helped me I was sure that I would never have managed to afford medical school.

Amanda asked if I had ever spoken to mum about their financial situation. 

Well I hadn't. I did ask if I could give mum some money every month to help her a few years ago when I started earning some money but she said she was managing. I hadn't wanted to upset mum as she loved dad so much and missed him after his death and pined after him. 

I explained how dad had left me $10 000 in his will as well as a share in the family trust that Claude managed. I understood this was mum and dad's pension fund and wanted nothing to do with it. I encouraged mum to use all of it for herself as I didn't need to be left anything. Mum had wanted to explain the trust to me on a number of occasions and even told me about it once but I was thinking of something else at the time and only recall that some royalties went into the trust fund. I never knew how much. It couldn't have been much as they lived so modestly and never had anything luxurious. Mum preferred to eat in and said restaurant food was for "occasions." 

Amanda asked about Carol and mum. 

I told her that mum was relieved when she met Carol. She said Carol had the necessary brain power to take over her duties with the trust and royalties and getting processes defined. After dad's death she handed it to Carol and she continued to indulge me in my inventions and humour me in my processes. Carol's father used to get involved as well in helping frame my concepts and ideas. 

I got quite upset then and Amanda wanted to know why. 

I explained my suspicions about being Carol's starter husband and that I was powerless in the situation. Carol had even given money directly to Amanda to manage. I explained that while I appreciated that it was done and relieved my anxiety I still had no idea about what was going on. 

I was convinced that Carol was getting rid of me with Amanda and would reverse Rob's vasectomy or get a sperm by direct injection form a testicle and fertilise one of her eggs. I was being got rid of. 

I explained how desperately worried I was about being able to be a man and at least help support her and my baby. I knew she only worked part time and Rob might become vicious. 

Amanda listened to this diatribe with a calm face and at the end began to laugh hysterically. I knew now I had grasped the major issues and she realised it. I sat back pleased with my analysis but with nagging worries about my finances. 

"Heavens above" she finally managed to get out, "I have never heard such an incredible theory". "When Hester, Claude, Stan, Carol and Zelda hear all this I don't know what they will say." 

"Let me think. Go upstairs and fetch your stuff, you forgot it. I am sure Carol packed your bag. Come back here and we can go through what I know."

I walked into our apartment and headed for our bedroom to get my case. 

I heard Carol screaming out

"Oohh I love it fuck meee..........."

I sounded like a crashing orgasm. 

Then " that was lovely Rob I do love you. "

I put my hand around the door got my bag and fled in tears. 

I thought I cannot tolerate this for a much longer I must get a lawyer. 

When I got back to Amanda I was beside myself. 

She said she didn't understand what Carol was up to. She said Carol saw right through Rob and still was with him and behaving like this. 

This was the first time they had had sex in our bedroom. They could have chosen 5 other rooms. I told Amanda this. She said that she thought the arsehole might have insisted. 

I asked if I could stay with her for awhile. She said she would love me to stay but I had to resolve stuff with Carol. 

I thought trust or whatever I had to get a divorce. 

I got a call from the hospital and had to go in. So we never discussed Amanda's take on the financials. 

I got back at 3 am. I knew Claude had got back that evening. 

I phoned mum and told her what was happening. She told me she loved Carol but if I had to see a lawyer she had another friend who had a daughter Lettie .Lettie was the daughter of one of her many friends from Lithuania. I remembered Lettie as a child as a plain girl with dirty blond hair braces and plaits. All her friends and their children had such odd names. 

Mum said she never understood what Carol was doing. It hurt her but she felt Carol was a wonderful person and was very good for me. She thought I should try and work it out. 

She was very excited to hear she was to be a grandmother. She came alive for the first time since dad's death. She wanted to meet Amanda. 

Mum said can't you keep them both like Claude. So now I knew. Work it out she said. 

One woman at a time was hard enough. I am a one-woman man. Carol was driving me nuts. I needed to simplify things. 

Lettie saw me after 5:30. I didn't recognise the lovely young woman who came to meet me. She hugged me and said I am so sorry and took me to her office. 




Resolving Rita



Part I – Surprising Success

I joined five other lone males at the Up North this Saturday night. We all sat apart around the large rectangular bar, trying to beat the long odds. Single gals were scarce on date night. Yet, we all clung to the faint hop of finding a female to spend the night with.

Six pair of eyes latched onto her when she entered. Although I sat at a back corner of the bar and the light was dim, I knew it was Rita. Few women were six and a half feet tall. 

We’d met a few months ago, introduced through a mutual friend. Being a regular, I’d seen a few times. I didn’t know her well for we’d never had a private conversation. It wasn’t me. It was the way she was.

Rita was a quiet one, acting and dressing as if she purposely wanted to avoid being noticed. She shunned make-up and wore only loose-fitted, subdued clothes. I’d concluded she was overtly self-conscious of her size. Her coming in alone and on a Saturday was a surprise. 

She scanned the bar, stopped when she saw me then started my way. Drawing near, she looked different – attractive. Her hair was done and, for a change, she wore make up. She greeted me with, “Hey Jake. You alone?”

“Hey Rita, you look great tonight. Sadly, I’m alone. But, you look like you’re meeting someone?”

“I just might have found him. Buy me a drink?”

“My pleasure. No way I’d refuse an attractive lady anything.”

“Would that be because I’m the ONLY female here tonight?”

“That’s true. But, you’re looking exceptionally good tonight Rita.”

The bartender arrived before she could reply, “What’ll you have?” 

“Double Vodka - straight up.” was her order. Another surprise. I’d never seen her drink anything but white wine. I swiveled on my stool to face hers as she sat down leaving her trench coat on. 

Her glass barely touched the bar when it was delivered. She grabbed it and slammed it down, ignoring the water chaser. The bartender gave me a quick smirk of surprise in taking payment from my money lying in front of me and left. 

Rita showed no effect from the vodka burning down. She swiveled her stool to face me and remained very serious in asking, “Jake, are intimidated by my being so tall? Answer me truthfully or I’m gone.”

I hesitated, chose my words carefully in replying, “I may be a little intimidated, but I think it’s just a ego thing. Most guys are more comfortable when they feel superior.” 

“Good answer, if you’d said anything else I’d move on. You have any problems with your health?”

“None, had complete physical a month and I’m totally healthy – drug and disease free.”

“How long since you’ve had sex with a woman? Truthfully, none of that male ego stuff.”

Rita’s somber look convinced me she wasn’t joking and fully expected me to be honest. I came clean, “OK, it’s been about 4 months, long enough to be embarrassing.”

I expected some response, but none came. Instead, she undid the top three buttons of her trench coat and the first two of her blouse beneath. She glanced back over her shoulder, turned back and said, “I’m not wearing a bra. Put your hands inside my blouse and kiss me.”

Her request stunned me completely. When I didn’t move, she grabbed my wrists and lifted my hands up guiding them inside to her bare breasts. She kissed me hard, stabbing her tongue between my lips.

My hands met Rita’s soft smooth flesh. I spread my palms out over her smooth mounds that I wasn’t expecting to be so large. Unable to cover them completely, I skimmed around the edges before brushing across their crests. As our kiss deepened, I took her equally sizable nipples between my thumb and fingertips and fondled them.

Rita backed away with another glance over her shoulder. I started lifting my hands off her when she whispered, “No don’t. Keep going. No ones looking. My nipples are so sensitive. Stroke the undersides. Bend them with your fingers. Give some gentle pulls. Yea..that’s good. Like my tits, Jake?”

“Aaa..yea..I never knew you were so big, Rita.” 

“There’s a lot more for you to learn about my body tonight. My long legs..my firm ass..my smooth pussy..I trimmed my pubic hair this morning, leaving a nice little soft patch for you rub you face..”

“Gawd, Rita! You’re getting me hard already.”

“Good, I need to feel your cock.” Her hands slid up my thighs and found my rising hardness. Her fingers reached the tip and pressed down my full length. She stroked and explored with both hands through my pants and shorts. “You’ve got a nice cock, Jake. I can’t wait to put it in my mouth, take it inside my pussy and put it in my ass.”

“Damned!” Starting to squirm. I jerked my arms back. “But..but..but I’m not a superstud.”

“Don’t worry, Jake. I’ve got something for you..or for both of us. It’s a pill, not a drug but a herb. It’s like Viagra, only better. It’ll make you bigger, keep you hard and make you cum like never before.”

“Er..you’re sure it REALLY works?”

“I’m positive. Take it, you won’t be sorry.”

She reached inside her purse, came out with the pill and held it out for me. I popped it in my mouth and took a swig from her untouched water glass. As I finished swallowing, Rita asked, “How far away do you live?”

“About three blocks.”

“We’ll go to my place, its closer.”

Rita re-buttoned as I stood, checking to make sure that my coat covered the bulge in my pants. The five other guys plus the bartender watched as we walked to the door. I didn’t care that Rita towered over me as we left.

Part II – Drawing Desire

We didn’t speak on the short walk to her apartment. I nearly ran, keeping pace with Rita’s long strides. In the elevator ride up, instead of bending to kiss me, she pulled my head into the valley between her breasts and pressed her body against mine. I rubbed my face against her ample chest as she ground into me, dropping a hand to my rear and pulling me in.

I followed Rita into her studio apartment, with only one small bedside lamp the only light. Following her lead, I tossed on the floor. She stopped in the middle of the room, turned in shedding her blouse to say, “It’ll take about 30 minutes more for the pill to kick in. Gives us some time to finish what we’ve started.”

I moved to face her and she took my head in her hands, bent over and kissed me hard. Our mouths opened and her tongue snaked across my lips then probed into my mouth. I gripped her waist and lifted them up, savoring her soft, smooth skin. At her rib cage, I veered in and massaged her supple flesh of her twin knolls. Shifting to their centers, I pressured her nipples that puffed, as they grew longer.

She straightened, breaking our kiss and leaving me staring at her two red fully blossomed peaks. She touched her right nipple to my cheek dragged it and it’s twin across my lips. I cupped her breasts, pushing them up so her tips lined up with my mouth. I licked circles around the red aureoles savoring her taste.

Opening wide over her left tip, I covered it with my gaping mouth. Drawing inward, I sucked hard on the bloom and flayed it with my tongue tip. Her hands dropped, pulling my shirt out to swirl over my bare back. I switched to her other mate, giving it equal attention. I felt her rising exhales flow down across the crown of my head.

“Ummmmmm.” She breathed, releasing my head and backing away. “Let’s get that hungry mouth of yours on my pussy.”

As she stepped to the king-sized bed, she undid her skirt. Her bare firm rear cheeks showed as the skirt dropped. Slipping from her shoes, she climbed on the bed to stretch out full length on her back. Thigh-high black nylons were her only remaining clothing. She dragged her feet up as she spread her legs. Dropping both knees sideways, she ran her hands up her inner thighs stopping at the very tops to frame her crotch saying, “I’m waiting.”

Her words snapped me from awestruck state as I was watching her every movement, devouring every inch of her incredibly long body. I frantically pulled all my clothes off, my eyes riveted to the sumptuous nakedness arrayed before me. Her eyes fell on my stiffening cock as soon it popped free and she licked her lips.

I scrambled on the bed. Unable to resist a compelling urge, I groped her feet before continuing up her legs to relish both the slickness of her stockings and the bare skin of her upper thighs.

In anticipation, Rita raised her hips and yanked a pillow down under her middle. My hands brushed up, creeping over the soft velvety skin framing her slit and continued over the rise of her mound. Moving my face over her slit, I inhaled her aroused scent. Extending my tongue tip to her opening, I dragged it slowly up the full length of her slit tasting her excitement. Clearing the top, I stopped to brush my nose through her patch of soft trimmed pubic hair then pursed my lips and blew into her.

Rita clasped her legs, just above her knees, and pulled to raise her pelvis up commanding me to, “Get your mouth on my pussy.”

Obeying her request, I spread her open with my thumbs and plunged my mouth into her pink opening. I worked her with my lips and tongue, furiously lapping and sucking. Rita’s feet found my hips bones. She pushed down tilted her center up. Her hands clamped the back of my head and pulled.

My probing tongue full sunk into her, lashing and whipping into her seething, pink gash. Rita moaned, “Oh..yes...”

Her breathing quickened and she snapped my head away by pulling my hair. Her hands went to the top of her slit, spread her folds open to yelp, “Suck my clit!”

I jerked my head up, surrounded the nub with my lips and swabbed it with my tongue tip. I slid a finger into her and twirled it around then inserted a second. I pumped her with the two and increased the pressure of my mouth and tongue.

Rita jolted and I felt a spurt wash over my fingertips. Holding my hand still, I lifted my head to watch her writhe in release. Her breasts jiggled as they heaved up and down. Between pants, she gasped, “You did..good.. Jake. We’ve still.. got.. ten more.. minutes. My turn.. to make sure.. you’re.. fully.. ready.. switch.. places.”

As we switched, I felt an aching tightness in my groin. A quick glance reveled my shaft was thicker and longer than I’d ever known it. Up on all fours, Rita circled the base of my shaft with her thumb and index finger to lap my smooth domed head. Rewetting her tongue, she slathered the sides, the top and bottom. 

Caressing my balls with her free hand, she took all of me in her hot wet mouth. The tip passed into her throat. Backing up, she sucked me hard. The tightness grew nearly painful. My shaft grew to a new level of bloated engorgement. Like a hungry animal, she sucked my inflated cock with fully spread lips. The fingertips of her lower hand pressed hard behind my sack in a circling massage. I was growing near and warned, “I’m gonna cum!”

Ignoring me, Rita increased her efforts. A powerful, streak burned up my length. Her lips held me just beneath the ridge of my cock’s head as I erupted into her mouth. Over and over, I shot my hot juice. When my spurts started to lesson, she pumped her encircling forefinger and thumb to milk me dry.

Rita’s mouth released and, while sill clasping my still-hard rod she looked up, opening her mouth showing me it was full of my creamy white cum. Some seeped out to dribble down her chin. She smiled up at me, gathered the sticky streamlet back into her mouth and swallowed hard before saying, “Ummmmm, nice start. It’s working, you’re staying hard for me.”

Rising up, Rita straddled me. Her one hand held open her vaginal lips as she lined my erection up with her spread folds. She dropped her upper body on me, her bracing hands in the bed beside my head. Dragging her swaying breasts from side to side across my face, she rubbed my entrapped cock against her clit.

After several measured swipes, she lifted her hips, straightened to reach down and slip my cock into her with one quick stab. My steely-hard bar parted her already wet, clamping tightness. After a short pause to adjust to my intrusion, she rotated her hips around and then began to thrust them.

Faster and faster she pumped, twisting her head from side to side, her breathing labored and her tits bounced. She jolted when the orgasm hit her, groaning, “Oh Gawd.. yes.. yes..”

I held off with my newfound endurance, even when her flow oozed out over my balls. Running my hands up and down her tensed thighs, as her release ebbed, stirred a desire of my own, “I want to fuck you with your legs around me.”

I reached out and pulled her to me. We stayed joined as I rolled the both of us over. Her legs wrapped completely around me. Her arms embraced my shoulders with her hands stroking my shoulders and back. In total control of my new largesse and startling stamina, I started with a few short teasing strokes before she ordered, “Fuck me hard! Make me cum some more!” 

Digging in, I drove into her with in a fury. Her legs tensed on my down stroke. Loud thwacks of our slapping bodies filled the room. My second orgasm hit, stronger than the first she’d taken in her mouth. I thrust thru it ramming in with each spurt as she screamed, “I’m cumming with you!” 

Rita’s legs clamped and held me like a vice. Three strong jolts of her hips bounced us both up off the bed. Several weaker quakes followed and her leg’s grip loosened. We lie together, with my still distended shaft remaining lodged in her wet, spongy passageway.

Part III – Last Lusting

Our breathing, slow in recovery, neared normal when she tensed her inner muscles observing, “You’re STILL as hard as a rock.”

“Yes, it’s amazing.”

“Keeping you inside feels great. But, I don’t want to wait until you go soft. There’s on more place I want that hard cock. Take it out – slowly.” 

As my creamy coated shaft withdrew, our mixed juices dripped spotting the sheets. Drawing up on my knees, Rita reached over and grabbed a jar off the bed stand. She handed it to me as she shifted onto her knees, “Smear this on your fingers.”

I scooped a generous layer of gel on my fingers and spread it on her puckered ring before trying to insert a finger. It went in, to the second knuckle, before her tense sphincter barred the way. I swirled it around. She widened to let it gain full entry. I worked and second then a third inside.

For added assurance, I drew out another glob of gel and pasted around her opening. Applying pressure to the small of her back, I told her, “Get a little lower, I’m coming in.”

When my domed head slipped in, I braced myself and then slammed into her. Rita’s loud gasp echoed in the room. Fully wedged in, I waited for her to adjust to my stabbing penetration into her searing hot passage. She reached back, loosely cupping my balls and gruffly breathed, “Ream me with that big cock of years. Fuck my ass! Give me all the cum you got left!”

I clasped the sides of her hips, backed off and then rammed back in. She was tight, even with all the gel, my shaft’s skin dragged against her rectal walls. Our tight fit squeezed my hardness as it plunged and recoiled. The crushing friction and her urging combined make me propel my hips in frenzy. Her hand kept pace retaining their hold on my sack, massaging her clit with her wrist.

I burst forth for a third time, spewing what had to be everything I had left. The wrenching strain brought my body down on Rita’s back as I emptied fully into her.

We both felt it finally start. As I shrank, Rita contracted. My softened cock plopped out bringing my sticky cream with it. We moved onto our opposite sides to squirm together facing each other. She smeared the wet jizz, escaping from her slit, into my bared middle. Her leg, thrown over my hip, brought my shrunken member to rest on her sticky inner thigh. Resting my head against her breasts, we both fell into an exhausted sleep.

It was still dark out when Rita roused me from slumber as she left for the bathroom. I dozed until I heard her fumbling around in the kitchenette. Opening my eyes, she approached the bed carrying a glass of water in one hand and another pill in her other.