0 comments/ 14176 views/ 0 favorites She Needed That By: josie girl She felt the bitchiness as it welled up inside her. It was a volcano set to explode, spewing its destruction on all who came into its path. Her emotions roiled with unfulfillment and she was at the breaking point. How much longer could she stand it without him, without relief? Before she could frame an answer to the question, the phone rang. "Yes," she snapped into the receiver. Her phone was always ringing at work; today she was not in the mood to placate anxious clients or subordinates who needed a helping hand. A deep chuckle came across the line and burned itself into her brain. "Oh, My pet," he smoothly said, "such bad manners. We must work on that." Her throat tightened and she felt a pulsing in her pussy. "Yes, Sir. I am sorry, Sir. I did not know it was you," she breathed into the phone. "You are expected to have good manners at all times," he smoothly replied. "You are in need of reminding, I think." "Yes, Sir." She closed her eyes and let his power sweep over her. She felt the tension of two long weeks slipping away. "Come straight home from work," he ordered. "I will expect you here at 5:30." Click. She slipped the phone in its cradle. His words were clear; he did not want her to get off early although she would have rushed to be by his side. She glanced at the clock. Three hours to go and then a 30 minute drive home before she would be under his spell. Who was she kidding, she thought. She was always under his spell. --------------- She parked the car and heard her heels as they click-clicked on the pavement leading up to the front door. She saw herself reach for the door knob and ease the door open. She stepped inside, looking into the living room and saw his legs, crossed at the ankles, as he relaxed in his favorite chair. "Come here, My pet," his voice carried into the foyer. She dropped her purse on the table and flew into the living room. Rushing to stand before him, her breath quickened just at the sight of him. "Kneel," he commanded without rasing his voice. She dropped to her knees between his now-spread thighs. "I did not expect you back so soon, Sir" she smiled into his eyes. "I am so glad you are home." Warm brown eyes smiled back at her. "I am glad to be home," he said. "It would seem I have been gone too long." His voice hardened a bit. There was an undertone to his voice that made her jerk to attention. Her mind raced; what was he talking about? What task had she left undone? She could think of nothing that would provoke his ire so she remained silent. "But first things first," he said. "Suck me off." She eagerly reached forward and undid the snap and zipper of his jeans. She pulled them off and then reached for the elastic waistband of his boxers, pulling them off as well. She was glad his shoes and socks were already gone; she didn't want to waste another moment before she tasted him. She attacked his rock hard cock with devotion and talent. It was obvious to her that her Sir had done without in his absence; in moments she could feel his cock thrumming in her mouth, lengthening with every swirl of her tongue and pulsing as she tried to swallow him. He grabbed her head between his two hands and started to fuck her mouth with long, deep strokes. In a double heartbeat, he spewed his seed down her throat. She relished the taste, the smell, and swallowed greedily, not wasting a drop. Then she licked and laved until he gently pushed her away. His hand roamed over her back and down the curve of her hip. He retraced its path and stopped when he reached the waistband of her panties. "You know better, pet," he smiled. Damn, she thought. She had meant to take them off before she left the office. But she was so excited that her mind only thought of him. She started to offer her excuse and abruptly closed her mouth. There was no excuse and she knew it. "Yes, Sir," she said, eyes cast down. He helped her to her feet and then reached under her skirt to pull the offending garment down her legs and over her heel-clad feet. He left her garter belt and stockings on. Then he gently pushed her over his knees as he raised her skirt to her waist. "I am sorry, Sir," she offered. "I know you are, sweet, " he said as warm hands moved across her exposed ass. He rubbed slowly, sensuously, and watched as she reacted to his touch, pushing herself into his palms. Suddenly his hands left her nether cheeks and, before she could feel the loss of his warmth, she felt a CRACK as one of his large hands descended on her ass. Before she could gather her wits about her, he spanked down again, just as hard, on the other cheek. He began a pattern of hard slaps against her backside in a leisurely fashion, ensuring she felt every spank completely - the burning pain in all its glory. He covered her cheeks completely before he started concentrating on the sweet spot where thigh joined ass. Then he traveled midway down her thighs. The heat intensified as the punishment continued and she started to react, first by squirming and then by sobbing. Suddenly, he stopped. Thinking that the spanking was over, she started to push against his leg to rise. He laid his palm on the small of her back to hold her in place and simply said, "Now that you are warmed up, we can begin your correction, can't we, my sweet?" His question didn't warrant an answer and she kept her mouth closed although her mind screamed that her ass could not take any more. She felt his body shift as he reached to his side for something. And then she felt the burn and sting of the wooden paddle as it crashed against her defenseless backside. He continued to lay one strike over the next, repeatedly and with no mercy. This was true, harsh punishment and she could not pretend it was anything else. Her sobs grew louder until she was screaming in pain. He continued his assault on her tender flesh as if he never heard a sound. Her screams lessoned and her sobs softened to quiet moans as the pain took her to another place. His pace smoothed out and the slaps against her flesh lessened in intensity. Her brutalized ass reacted to every downward stroke of the paddle by arching up to meet the hard wood. Somehow he sensed the difference in her moans... a change from pure pain to the slow burn of pleasure. The paddle hit the floor and he used the hand that had punished her so severely to rub against her mons, feeling the wetness that greeted his questing fingers. He plunged two fingers inside her dripping cunt and used his thumb to brush harshly against her pulsing clit. Once. Twice. On his third invasion, he felt her arch and the muscles of her cunt grab his fingers as if to draw them in. He smiled to himself as he buried his fingers as deeply as he could and let her ride her orgasm to ecstasy. Her convulsions eased and then stopped, leaving her breathless and boneless as she lay across her Master's lap. He was rubbing her sweat covered back and ass slowly, gently as she recovered. When she rejoined the world, he gently patted her backside, bringing forth a burst of delicious pain as he helped her to her feet. Her skirt slipped back in place, making her shutter a bit as it scraped against her tender bottom. Grabbing both her hands in his, he looked tenderly into her eyes. "I believe you needed that, My sweet," he grinned into her tear-stained face. "Yes, Sir, I did," she responded with a smile of her own. "Run upstairs and grab a shower while I start supper," he ordered gently. "After supper, we will take care of the punishment you deserve for being rude on the phone." Her eyes widened as she met his gaze. He never missed a thing or forgot a transgression. She smiled as she leaned down and brushed her lips over his. "Yes, Sir," she said before turning away to do his bidding. As she climbed the steps to their bedroom, she felt contentment, peace and happiness wash over her. He was home. She was his. Life was so good. She Needed That Bob Hardin lay on the old couch in his sister's apartment, pretending to be asleep. In fact, he was wide-awake, and had been since someone slipped quietly into the living room. They had then knelt beside the couch and gently unsnapped the waistband of his shorts, exposing his semi-erect dick. It had to be Leigh; there was no one else in the apartment. But what the hell was all this about? She'd been asleep a few minutes ago when he got up for the obligatory morning piss. As he walked past her bedroom, he'd heard a moan and peaked in the half-open door to see if she was okay. What he saw in the light from the hallway made his piss-hard throb with pain. She was on her back with her eyes closed and her head moving slowly from side-to-side as she smacked her lips. From many a night spent together as kids, Bob knew that meant she was having a dream. The old football jersey of his she used for a nightshirt was bunched around her waist. Like everyone else in their family, Leigh was tall, nearly six-foot, and had the legs to match. They were slightly parted and seemed to draw his gaze up to a muff that was only slightly darker than her long, honey-blonde hair. Unlike all his buddies back in high school, he'd never had the hots for his twin sister. Oh, they'd teased and picked at one another while growing up, even practiced kissing a bit. But he liked short, cute girls. Besides, Leigh was his sister. There was another soft moan and Leigh rolled over. Bob stepped back, but didn't move away. She now lay bent at the waist in such a way her bare bottom was thrust toward the ceiling. Bob almost moaned himself at the sight. Talk about your earthly delights. Sister or no sister, that was one incredible ass. Why in the hell would any guy, even that weirdo ex-husband of hers, blow such a sweet deal? But that's just what he did six months ago. Bob had been overseas at the time. When he came home last week, Leigh drove up from college. It'd been obvious to everyone in the crowded house that she was still shaky. When she urged him to make the three-hour drive to her place for the Earth Day rally, he resisted until something convinced him she really wanted to talk. He'd been right. They talked for hours last night. Amid a lot of tears, he learned why the Leigh's husband had walked. When he started beating her for the second time, Leigh pulled out the snub nose .38 Special Bob had taught her to use and started counting down from ten. By the count of three, she was alone. Bob had wanted to go find the guy and pound him soft. But Leigh said, no, that it would only make her feel worse. She was right, and he agreed. Still. He sighed, took one last look, and then, at the insistence of that aching piss-hard, forced himself to head for the bathroom. He'd almost dozed back off when he heard the soft movement. Now fingertips touched his shaft and he almost jumped off the couch. Moments later, his erection was no longer semi. Long, thick, silky hair began caressing his skin, then soft lips encircled the head of his stiff cock. They slid down the shaft until the entire length was enveloped in a moist, perfect warmth. He moaned with pleasure and opened his eyes. The lips were making slow, sensuous trips up and down his shaft. Bob didn't move and wasn't sure he could. This was so unexpected, so fantastic, so unreal. His sister was waking him with a blowjob. And what a blowjob. "You really know how to get a guy up in the morning." Leigh said nothing, just nodded and continued bobbing her head up and down the length of his cock. Bob found the strength to move one hand and gently stroked her hair. As great as this felt, he wanted more, and he wanted to share. It took a second, but he managed to stop Leigh and then pull her to him for a kiss. This one was no childhood practice drill. Tongues, lips, teeth all played their part. When they parted, Bob looked into Leigh's blue-eyes. "Climb on board. Let's have each other for breakfast in bed." "What a lovely way to start the day," said Leigh. Their bodies molded without effort into a comfortable 69 position. Leigh resumed her work on Bob's cock while he buried his face into those dark-blonde curls he'd admired earlier that morning, and then, for the first time, tasted his sister's sweet pussy. To Bob, oral sex was a natural, enjoyable extension of lovemaking. He'd "gone down" on several girls. For when it came to oral sex, he got almost as big a charge out of giving as receiving. So now, as he savored the aroma and taste of Leigh's pussy and the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her warm mouth, he knew from experience this was the finest kind of oral sex. When it came to great tasting pussy, Leigh was in a class by herself. No other pussy even came close to equaling her almost sweet, feminine flavor. From this moment on, he'd be more than willing to eat her anytime and anywhere she wanted, and do so until his tongue wore out. That was not to say she didn't give good head herself. In fact, Bob feel himself beginning to build toward a climax. To get Leigh to come when he did, he began to concentrate on her swollen, sensitive clit. His reward was a muffled gasp and the feel of Leigh's smooth thighs squeezing his head. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed his face against her savory pussy and swirled his tongue into its warm depths. Moments later, his load raced up his cock and exploded into Leigh's waiting mouth. Through the haze of his own orgasm, he felt her tense, then press down against him as warm, pussy juice began flooding over his face. Their climaxes seemed to last forever. Every time Leigh's body began to relax, Bob would lick her clit and she'd jerk and shiver with pleasure. Meanwhile, she kept her lips locked around his cock-head, swallowing all it produced and trying to milk out more. Eventually, their passion ebbed away. Leigh released Bob's cock, then turned around and kissed him deeply, running her cum coated tongue past his pussy juice covered lips. For the next few minutes they kissed and hugged, enjoying the after-glow of their loving. Leigh lay across Bob, and they felt the beating of their heats slowing. When he started to say something, she lifted her head and put a finger to his lips, hushing him. "Let me talk," she said. Bob nodded. After a moment, she kissed him and smiled. "Thanks big brother. I needed that." "Well, after all, you are five minutes younger than me. It's my job to look after my kid sister." "And you always have. But I'm serious. After what happened, you know, I felt dead, like nothing mattered. I kept wondering how I could have ever thought I loved that bastard. Since he left, it's been all I can do just to make it to classes. I sleep too much, don't go out, and I've gained weight." Bob ran his hands down Leigh's back and gave her soft bottom a gentle squeeze. "Believe me, if you've put on a few pounds, they've all gone to all the right places. No bullshit little sister, you have a body to die for. And this fanny of--." Leigh didn't let him finish. "You're sweet. But I haven't even wanted to be with anybody, much less make love. But last night, I dreamed about you and me, doing this. And when I woke, I just had to make it happen, even if it meant holding my .38 on you." "I much prefer the method you picked." They both smiled. Then Leigh looked serious. "Do you think what we did, you know, incest, do you think it's a sin? I'm not sure. But if it is, I don't know, maybe just oral sex isn't quite so bad." "Oh, my poor messed-up little Sunday School star. Like you said before, you needed this. If our making love is a sin, then believe me, I've committed many far worse." "Don't tease me, Bob. I'm serious." "Hey kid, I am serious. I don't believe it's a sin. But you know what, in case it is, I'm such an old reprobate, we better do a lot more, and in a lot of other ways, so you can catch-up. That way, we'll suffer whatever punishment we deserve, together." They laughed, kissed, then got up. While Leigh went to the bathroom, Bob got coffee and toast started. After breakfast, neither one mentioned the bedroom. Leigh turned on the stereo and they went back to the over-stuffed couch that had once belonged to their grandmother. Their bodies seemed to mesh perfectly on the soft, plump cushions. While the foreplay was good, both wanted more. They watched, spellbound, as Bob's cock-head moved between the lips of Leigh's well-lubricated labia. For just a moment they looked up at one another, sensing the special meaning of what was about to happen. In a low, husky voice tinged with excitement, Leigh said, "Okay, let's do it, oh...." The thick shaft began to disappear into her body and her words turned into a long, pleased moan. They quickly got into an almost effortless rhythm with Bob's cock gently stroking into Leigh as she raised her hips to meet each downward thrust. They kissed and she nibbled on Bob's ear while gently stroking his back. A series of small, exquisite orgasm began racing through her body. Each time one struck, she would pull Bob close. When the passion passed, he would slow his pace to the point where he was barely rocking back and forth in her inflamed, sensitive pussy. When she began to recover, he would return to his previous, measured pace. After Leigh had experienced yet another orgasm, Bob started building toward his own climax. "Must be my turn. I'm about to come." He sounded almost casual. Leigh gave him a deep kiss followed by a mischievous smile. "Tell me how it feels." "That might not be easy. But I'll try." For a moment, Bob paused to collect his thoughts. "My groin, my nuts, they're getting tense. My cock feels like it's going to, oh that's nice, pop any second. It's, it's coming. Oh shit. Now! Oh shit, yes! Deep inside you. It's pumping. Oh shit! You're squeezing it. Oh, oh, ah! Damn this is great." Bob's description of his climax pushed Leigh to another one of her own. As a long, satisfying orgasm rolled through her writhing body, she wrapped her legs around his butt and tried to pull him even deeper into her churning pussy. They remained together kissing, talking, feeling one another. After one especially passionate kiss, Bob began a slow hunching motion. "You're an optimist," said Leigh. "Hey, you never can tell what might turn up." Before long, it became obvious the answer was Bob's cock. This time the lovemaking was slow and sensuous. At one point, they kissed and slipped tongues in and out of each other's mouths in time to Bob's thrusts. Later, Leigh nibbled on his neck and ran her tongue inside his ear. That moved things into a higher gear. Bob positioned Leigh's legs on his shoulders and began using faster, deeper strokes. The new position seemed to push all the right buttons for Leigh. The orgasm that followed took over her existence, filling her with a bliss that wiped away everything else. The only reality she knew was Bob and the unyielding cock inside her body. She clutched at him, at that reality, as the orgasm crested and warm fluid flooded from her pussy. The feel of Leigh's body shaking with passion and the incredible sensation of her juices soaking his balls, pushed Bob over the edge. Like her, his climax seemed to last forever. Load after load of cum blasted from his cock-head deep inside her body as they clung together, savoring the storm of their emotions. Afterward, they lay motionless and felt the passion ebb from their bodies. Neither was anxious to break the physical contact and end what had been very special loving. Then Leigh glanced at the clock on her TV. "Oh, my God. Do you realize what time it is? We've better get a move on." "Time flies when you're having fun," said Bob. "Yes, it does. But I promised some friends I'd help run an information booth at the rally. Come on, Earth Day calls." "I'm having a fine celebration right here. Just give me a few minutes and I'll show you a rally. Honest." "I'm sure you would. And I'm counting on that. But later, honest. I promised my friends I'd be there. Besides, some good bands will be at the concert and I'm hungry." Having wiggled out from under Bob, she stood and looked down at him. "I just realized, this is the first time since, you know, since he left, that I've wanted to do anything. Believe me, big brother, we're not finished for the day." == The rally proved to be fun. There were more than enough people at the Clean Air booth, so Leigh and Bob went off exploring. The concert started in the late afternoon. They had staked out a shady spot near the edge of the crowd and settled down on a plaid blanket Leigh brought to listen to music and drink wine. It began growing dark with the concert about half over. Bob turned to say something to Leigh, and discovered she was staring at him. Neither said a word, but knew by some genetic chemistry they both wanted the same thing. When Bob did speak, it was one word. "Where?" Leigh stood and tugged on the blanket. "Bring the wine and follow me. I've done a lot of volunteer work in this park and know a place we can be alone." Minutes later they were in a small, leaf-covered clearing behind thick shrubs but still within sound of the concert. Slowly, almost tentatively, Bob put his hand under Leigh's chin, pulled her gently to him, and kissed her soft lips. With a sigh, she molded her body against his and opened her lips. As they kissed, Bob stroked her long, thick hair with one hand. With the other, he began unbuttoning her cotton work shirt. When he finished, Leigh pulled them down onto the blanket. As they kissed, Bob stroked and kneaded one of her soft, creamy breasts and toyed with its sensitive nipple. After pulling the shirt open, he leaned over and locked his lips around that hard, tasty bud. Leigh gasped and placed her hands on the back of his head. As he sucked, licked and nibbled, the nipple seemed to swell in his mouth. He began massaging the other breast until its nipple had also become stiff with excitement. He gave the erect nipple a gentle squeeze, then slid his hand down to unsnap and unzip Leigh's jeans. The moment he finished, she shifted, making it easier to pull them past her full, round bottom. When the undressing was finished, Bob sat back and admired the voluptuous, nude body stretched out before him in the pale moonlight. The crowd at the concert was cheering. "If they could see what I'm looking at now, they'd really short," he said. "That's bullshit," said Leigh, reaching up for him, "but I love to hear you say it." He came to her, placed his lips on one of her full breasts and sucked its swollen nipple deep into his mouth. His hand worked down her body, until his fingers began filling her sensitive pussy. Between Bob's mouth and his fingers, Leigh was soon approaching a climax. As she neared the brink of ecstasy, Bob relaxed the pressure on her pussy and boob. Leigh started to complain when Bob flicked his thumb on her clit, sending her racing back towards ecstasy. This happened two or three more times, until Leigh was almost frantic with the need to come. She unbuttoned Bob's shirt, then began working on his jeans. But when she tried to pull him down on top her, he resisted. With a groan of frustration, she collapsed back on the blanket. "Come on Bob. I can't take much more of this." She was, half-begging, half-demanding. Bob's response was to swirl his fingers even deeper inside her churning cunt, stroke his thumb faster over her sensitive clit, and suck harder on her tender, aching nipple. When she was again on the verge of coming, he stopped and sat up. As Leigh moaned with impatience, Bob removed his shirt, pushed his pants down over his hips, and began to slowly stroke his swollen cock. "You seem to be under a little stress. Is there anything I can do to relieve your tension?" "You're damn right there is. And if you don't do it fast, I swear I'll--." Before Leigh could hurl any family curses his way, Bob moved between her out-stretched legs and, with one swift stroke, plunged his hard cock deep into her tormented pussy. With a shriek of pleasure and relief, Leigh arched her hips up to meet him. Wrapping her arms and legs around his body, she met his every pounding stroke with an equally energetic upward thrust. Within seconds she was in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm. This time Bob didn't slow down to let her savor the afterglow. He just kept hammering away. Leigh responded with another quick climax. The feel of his sister's shapely body jerking and writhing under him was an incredible turn-on. He was determined to continue giving it to her hard and fast until she begged for mercy or he shot his last wad. With a strangled cry, Leigh shuddered and went ridged as another orgasm shook her body, but Bob continued his merciless onslaught. By now, Leigh was wild with passion. Bob could tell she had lost track of everything but the feel of his cock plowing into her burning pussy. Another orgasm struck. Leigh made a guttural sound and tossed her head from side-to-side. Then her body jerked and went stiff as she was hit by a tidal wave of passion. Leigh's vaginal muscles squeezed so hard, she almost forced Bob's stiff cock out of her pussy. This intense sensation started him building toward an orgasm of his own. Changing his position and pace, he began slamming into Leigh with strokes that were even deeper and harder. She groaned, urging him on while trying to match his every thrust. A giant surge of passion seemed to erupt inside Bob. From that moment on, he appreciated the old expression, "cracking his balls." It felt like his testicles had shattered and begun pouring out their fourth load of semen that day. The cum came surging down his shaft then exploded into the depths of Leigh's clutching pussy. Bob liked to be still while he came. Feeling his seed blasting into a girl's pussy was such a rush. But not with this girl. She was special. This was his sister, his best friend, and she'd been hurt while he was away and couldn't help. Now, determined to give her as much pleasure as possible, he continued pumping into her trembling body. Seconds later, Leigh let out a cry of unrestrained exaltation. Her body rose until it formed a stiff, lover's arch. With one final deep, savage thrust, Bob emptied the last of his cum into his sister. The assault triggered a final, gut wrenching climax by Leigh. It seemed like a long time before her body sagged back to the blanket and even longer before they began to recover. But they eventually disentangled and cleaned up with paper towels they'd brought in a small backpack. Bob poured wine while Leigh finished and put the used towels in a paper bag. "I know the paper can be recycled," she motioned with the sack while taking the glass of wine, "but I wonder about all that juicy stuff?" "It's bio-degradable," said Bob. He pointed in the general direction of the concert. "You want to go catch the end?" "No. I'd rather stay here." They settled back down and listened while finishing off the wine. To Bob's surprise, Leigh started acting like she was interested in another round. When she began stroking his thigh and nuzzling his ear, he shook his head in amazement. "Are you serious? We've been at this all day." "What can I tell you? I feel like I've been freed after a year in some dungeon. I just can't get enough of making love and feeling joy of being lost in the loving and, well, just feeling anything beside depressed. Either that or I'm just a sex pig." "Well, my spirit is willing, but I'm not sure my flesh is," responded Bob, referring to his shrunken penis. "Let's see if a change of scene will do the trick." A few minutes later they were in his car, heading out of town. Bob relied on Leigh's directions but began to have doubts when they left the main road and entered some deep woods. She Needed That "Turn here," she said, "and park at the bottom of the hill near the end of the road. This is a cut-off section of the old main highway. There's a spring nearby. It's fantastic, and private." At the end of the road, Bob swung the car around so they'd be facing uphill. After turning off the engine and the lights, he looked over at Leigh. To his surprise, she was wearing nothing but sneakers and getting out. "Do you always go running around lonely country roads buck-ass naked?" asked Bob, as he joined her. "Sure, it's good for you—just the thing to get your juices flowing. At least I hope it does," said Leigh. "So take off your clothes and let's see if I can raise the dead." After spreading the blanket over the warm hood, Leigh told Bob to hop on board. When he'd gotten situated, she moved between his legs, leaned forward, rested her arms on his thighs, then grabbed his diminutive dick with both hands and popped it into her mouth. This was the first time someone had sucked on his dick while it was soft, and Bob liked the feeling. With his entire cock in her mouth, Leigh could keep a very hard suction while working over the shaft with her tongue. At first, nothing happened. Bob said she'd given it a good try, and that he really enjoyed her efforts, but apparently he was beyond hope. But Leigh persevered and before long her efforts started paying dividends. To his surprise, Bob felt his cock begin to stir. With that accomplished, Leigh intensified her efforts, massaging his balls with one hand while the other stroked his pubic hairs. She was sucking life back into what had been a shriveled, flaccid piece of exhausted manhood. Soon, Bob's cock was once again long, stiff, and aching to sink deep into the warmth of her pussy. "Scoot back," she ordered. Bob willingly obliged, then lay back and watched her straddle his waist. Seconds later, Leigh plunged her pussy down over the erection she had just created, and began pounding her hips up and down, taking every inch of Bob's cock into her tight pussy. When she leaned forward and began nibbling and sucking on Bob's neck and ears, he grabbed her bottom, spread the cheeks wide, and sank his cock even deeper into her body. The walls of her pussy squeezed on his shaft while the furious pumping never slowed. It was incredible. This had become more than just two people making love or even a brother and sister committing sin. Somehow they'd evolved into a single entity, fused together with love, passion, and sexual energy. Bob felt his groin begin to boil and knew he would soon be shooting another load. Leigh must have sensed this. She pushed herself off his chest, intensifying the pressure her pussy put on his cock. With her hands on his shoulders for support, Leigh's hips hammered with maniacal urgency. Try as he might, Bob knew he couldn't hold off much longer. Then Leigh gasped and jerked upright. Her body was shaking but she continued to hunch down on Bob's straining cock. He thrust up and she gasped, then started falling toward him. As she collapsed on his chest, he could feel hot pussy juice washing over his balls. Seconds later, he climaxed. Wave after wave of sexual energy jolted his body. Cum began pumping up his cock and spurting out his cock-head into Leigh's wet, convulsing pussy. Although he could tell there wasn't a lot of semen in this load, the ejaculation was one of the most intense, erotic and satisfying he'd ever experienced. Later, as they were driving home, Bob started counting. "Do you realize, that I've come five times today? Lord only knows how often you've gotten off. Just how much longer do you think we can keep this up?" Leigh reached over and gently patted Bob's crotch. "I was thinking about that. You've talked about enrolling here, and I need a new roommate. That would make getting the hang of this incest business a snap. And, who knows, if we work at it, we might be able to get you up six times by next Earth Day." She Needed the Pain I seemed to come back from a deep, dark hole to find myself in a room that I'd seen somewhere before, but in my dazed condition I couldn't remember where or when. A tube was stuck up my nose, which I found uncomfortable and the noise of voices brought my mind more into focus. I recognized that of my wife demanding something from someone in a white coat. "How is he? What happened to him?" she was asking. I felt a moment of hostility toward her but couldn't recall why I was mad at her. The white coated figure responded, "At the present time, we aren't sure what his problem is. We'll be doing a series of tests in the morning to determine if there is any damage to his heart, but we'll keep him in the ICU tonight and monitor his condition. Right now we're getting ready to sedate him so he rests comfortably tonight. We'll continue him on oxygen." I felt a prick in my arm, which felt constrained somehow, and in a few minutes I seemed to slide back into my comfortable dark hole. +++++++++++++++++++++++++ When I woke again it was morning and a nurse was adjusting an IV connected to my arm. I looked around the room and the instrumentation connected to my body told me I was in ICU. My wife was curled up in a chair by the window sleeping and again I felt a mild annoyance but couldn't remember momentarily why I was annoyed at her. The nurse suddenly noticed I was awake and spoke. "Good morning Mr. Carter. How are you feeling this morning?" "Groggy." I managed to rasp out. My throat felt dry. "Well, take a drink of this and you'll feel better." she told me as she held a straw to my lips and I took a swallow of water. The noise of our talking must have wakened my wife. "Jack, are you all right, sweetheart. I'm so sorry for what happened." What had happened? I wondered in my fuzzy mental state. I tried to recollect anything from my memory that would explain what had happened and why I was here. Suddenly, I remembered the previous evening and what had instigated a rage that I couldn't control. It was like a light bulb had been turned on in a darkened room. "You bitch!" I suddenly screamed at my wife."Get the hell out of my sight." My wife looked at me with horror on her face. Alarm bells were going off around me and the nurse was suddenly in a panic trying to get me to calm down. "Mr. Carter, please calm down. Mrs. Carter, you're going to have to leave immediately." the nurse said to my wife as she adjusted a valve on the IV and within a few seconds I slid back into my comfortable dark hole. The last thing I remembered was my wife sobbing and leaving the ICU. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ When I awoke again it must have been about mid day as the room was filled with sunlight and I heard my older son, David's voice. "When can we find out how he is physically? The family is really concerned about his mental condition too." "He should be waking soon, the doctor responded, "and as soon as that happens we'll get him started on some tests to determine the condition of his heart and his other vital signs. We should have a feel for his physical condition later this afternoon." As far as his mental condition, I would suggest you or some member of the family, except Mrs Carter, sit down and talk with him. From what I'm told he's had a severe reaction to your mother so we're asking her to stay away until this problem in their marriage can be resolved.. It might require a psychiatrist or marriage counselor to resolve the marital issues that seem to be bothering your father, but we need to determine his physical state first." "All right, doctor. Thanks a lot. I'll be the spokesperson for the family in place of my mother." "I understand." the doctor said as he turned toward my bed. "Oh, good, Mr. Carter. I see you're awake. We'll start the testing right away." "Dad, how are you doing?" Can I get you anything?" "Yes, you can keep your mother to hell and gone away from me and tell John Masters I want to see him as soon as possible." "John Masters, your lawyer? Okay dad, if that's what you want. I'll try to get him to see you tomorrow, but you need to explain this to us. Mom is almost having a nervous breakdown." "I know son and I'll try to talk with you later about it." ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 2 How did this all start? Why am I so angry at my wife of twenty five years? I have to go back twelve years when I discovered that my wife was having an affair. It just about destroyed me that the person I loved most in the world would betray me and our children. At the time I thought we were happily married with three wonderful kids, David age 12, Sandra age 10 and Michael age 7. I had a good job and my very beautiful wife Ginger, age 35, worked part time at a bank as a teller. Prior to my discovery of her infidelity I had sensed something was wrong in our marriage and then I noted the odd clues that made me suspicious. Our sex life had dropped off to near zero and then looking in her purse for our check book I discovered a motel receipt dated the previous Tuesday while I was out of town on business. Looking further in her purse I found a pack of condoms with two missing hidden in a secret compartment, which I found by feeling around the purse lining. This prompted me to look into our household finances, while she was at work one Saturday morning. She normally looked after the finances and paid the bills so I would not have a reason to look into our records. I found that billings on one of our credit cards showed charges two times the previous month for the same motel out near the airport. Dates coincided with times I was out of town on business. If she was meeting a lover I wondered why the hell she was paying for the room? Was her lover another woman? I also found her cell phone billings and found a number that had been consistently called that I didn't recognize. This was more than suspicion now and I felt my chest begin to tighten and I felt nauseous so I went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat to see if the feelings would pass. While I waited I thought, is she really cheating on me? Why would she do it? Don't I give her enough of my love? Our sex life was good, I thought. I was tormenting myself with unknowns. I had to find the truth. After awhile the feelings of nausea and stress passed and I determined I would have to be careful in the future or I'd have a heart attack. I made an appointment to see our lawyer, John Masters, the following Tuesday. I didn't say any thing to Ginger, but tried to act normal. However, when she indicated she wanted sex I couldn't respond to her and blamed it on the pressure of a new project at work. She seemed to accept that and appeared happy just to snuggle against me. On Tuesday I took off from work and went to see John. He was surprised that Ginger might be involved in an affair but he did recommend that to be sure and have sufficient evidence of adultery, I should hire a licenced private investigator to collect the necessary information and pictures to support my assertions. He also advised me off my limited rights regarding custody of the children and recommended that it might be cheaper and better for the kids if I confronted her and got her to stop the affair to hold the marriage and family together. I agreed to take all he told me into consideration but would go ahead and have a private investigator document the affair. He thought that it would probably be prudent to do it and gave me the address and phone number of a private investigator he would vouch for. As soon as I got back to my office I called and made an appointment to see the investigator, Sam Davis, the next day. Sam proved to be a sharp individual and when I told him about the evidence I found he indicated that I might have need for my suspicions. Noting that the supposed trysts with a lover happened on days I was out of town he asked when my next trip was scheduled. I told him that I was scheduled to be in Denver for a meeting on the following Tuesday and would be leaving Monday morning and. returning on Wednesday. Seeing as only one motel was involved in the previous supposed trysts he would concentrate his attention there but have an associate follow her to make sure starting from the time I left on Monday. He also wanted permission to tap our home phone and to place sound activated audio recorders in her car and in the house. Then he asked if my wife knew about my upcoming trip and I told him I'd just found out about it that morning and hadn't had an opportunity to tell Ginger yet. In that case he told me he wanted immediate access to her car and her house to install the recording devices and I was not to tell her until he had them planted. I knew she was at work and her car would be in the bank parking lot so we headed over there right away. He placed the sound activated recorder under the drivers seat. Then we headed for our house where he tapped our phone and hid several wireless mini mikes around the house with a receiver and recording device in an unlocked shed behind our house. This way, he told me, he could have an associate pick up the recordings daily while my wife was away from the house. I gave him a spare key to Ginger's car, when he asked, and said an associate would replace the tapes there periodically. When he was done he took down the number I'd discovered in Ginger's cell phone log and said he'd check out who had the number. I then returned to work after he told me he'd be in touch. That night after dinner I told Ginger about my planned business trip and she acted sad that I'd be away again. I noticed that the tight feeling in my chest and my feeling of nausea was with me constantly now. I proceeded on with my life as normal while waiting to hear from Sam. If she was acting the loving wife, I would have to act the loving husband. That weekend I had sex with Ginger to keep her from becoming suspicious. I put a lot of effort into our love making and gave her three orgasms before I had mine and she was quite pleased with my performance as we lay exhausted afterward. "What brought that on sweetheart? We haven't had sex like that since before the kids were born." "I thought I'd let you know how much I love you and recognize how much you mean to me and the kids." "I really appreciate that Jack. Sometimes, I think I'm just being taken for granted." "Anytime you feel you need a lift honey, let me know. I appreciate everything you do to keep our marriage and our family together." "Thank you Jack and I certainly will let you know after that." she laughed. "I'm going to miss you while your gone. Keep me in your thoughts while you're away. I don't want you straying." "Honey, I've always been faithful to you and I don't plan to stray." "That's comforting to know sweetheart." "Are you being a good girl while I'm gone." This was a moment of truth I thought. She didn't hesitate as she responded, "Yes sweetheart. You're the only one for me. You and the kids are my sole reason to be as the saying goes." "I'm glad to hear that. We have the perfect marriage and the perfect family. We should never screw it up. "I agree with you one hundred per cent. Now I need to get to sleep. You tired me right out."" "Good night darling." She hadn't batted an eye in her response. Maybe I had her all wrong. This coming week may tell the story though. I tried to get to sleep but I tossed and turned most of the night with visions of her fucking and sucking some guy in a motel room.. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I left for the airport Monday morning after kissing Ginger good bye. As usual, I took the time to admonish our kids to behave themselves and mind their mother before leaving. After pulling away from the house I pulled to the curb around the corner as I felt myself start to hyperventilate. I got out a paper bag I'd brought along and breathed into it. After a few moments I was almost normally and continued on my way. While I was away, I had a hard time concentrating on business but tried to stay focused so I wouldn't have to think about what Ginger might be doing while I was gone. On the return flight I was so apprehensive I had to go to the lavoratary twice with my paper bag so I could calm my nerves. Arriving home on Wednesday evening I tried to act natural but I think she knew something was wrong. I avoided her welcome kiss and just let her kiss me on the cheek. "Is there anything bothering you Jack? You've been acting strangely even before you left Monday?" "I guess it's the stress of the new project at work." I told her hoping to forgo any further discussion of what may be troubling me. "You've never let anything at work bother you before." "This is a special project and I may get a big promotion out of it." I lied. "Well, you're worrying me. Would you like to take a valium? They help me when I feel stressed." "Okay, I'll try half a one first." My thought was that they might be better and less obvious than the paper bag. After taking the pill I waited and after awhile I felt myself coming back under control. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Is that better Jack?" "Yes, much better. Thanks." "Would you like to come up to bed now? I've sent the kids over to my parents for the night." It was a plain invitation for sex, but I didn't think I could respond; at least until I'd heard from the PI. And after that maybe never again. "I'm really tired honey. I'd really just like to go to sleep." "Okay, honey." She did look disappointed and worried. I didn't know whether she was worried about my health or that I suspected something. Maybe the PI would find nothing was wrong and this would all go away. +++++++++++++++++++++ I woke early the next morning, showered and dressed for work. I hadn't slept too well due to nervous energy so I guess the valium had worn off. Before leaving the house I found her pill bottle and took several valium with me after downing another half pill. I stopped at an overnight diner and had breakfast and a cup of decaf coffee and then was ready for work. About nine o'clock I couldn't wait anymore and after closing the door to my office phoned Sam to find out what had happened while I was gone. "Sam, this is Jack Masters. What can you tell me about the last few days regarding my wife." "Mr. Masters, I was just going to call you. Can you come into my office this morning and I'll give you a run down on what we've found so far." "I can be there in fifteen minutes, Sam." "Okay, I'll be expecting you." Taking another half valium I told my secretary I'd be gone for an hour and to call me on my cell phone if anything came up requiring my immediate attention. When I got to Sam's office his secretary waved me into his office and I entered with dread. Sam stood as I entered and reached across the desk to shake my hand. I guess you're anxious to know what we found out." he said, "so I'll get right to it. Your wife is having an affair." he told me without preamble. "Oh god, I was afraid of that." I said as I fell back into a chair in front of his desk. "I'm afraid its more than an affair. She's into BDSM with her lover and appears to readily submit to him and others sexually and with pain as a primary motivator." He began to lay out a series of still photos on hid desk in front of me and I saw my wife of thirteen years naked, sucking a man's cock on her knees in front of him, bound to a bed with a large, vibrating dildo stuck in her cunt while he lashed her breasts and thighs with a light whip, another with her still bound and a dildo shoved in her ass and one in her cunt while he whipped her ass. Finally, a picture of her with two men while she was on her knees sucking one and being fucked in the ass by another. Now I knew why I hadn't seen her naked body for awhile. I was suddenly sick and had to run from Sam's office and down the hall to a toilet where I heaved up my breakfast and more. It took some time to recover and I popped another half valium before returning to Sam's office. His secretary looked at me sympathetically when I returned and went back to Sam. "Sorry about that." I said. He'd picked up the pictures while I was gone and placed them in an envelope. These are preliminary until I hear from you regarding how much more you want us to do. We also have a video of the entire evening on Tuesday." he told me as he handed me the envelope. When you think you're done with our services we'll prepare a final report for you and a copy for your lawyer. By the way, we've found out that her "master" is John Harding, a vice president at the bank where she works." I was still in shock but the valium was keeping me calm now and I could think with some clarity. "All right Sam, I'll let you know. Right now I've got to sit down and think about my options." "I understand. We'll be waiting to hear from you." I headed back to my office and a quiet time for soul searching. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 2 Back in my office I told my secretary I didn't want to be disturbed and went into my office and closed the door. I had to make a decision that would impact our marriage, my family and our kids. I sat in my office the rest of the day without leaving, even forgetting lunch. My secretary knew something was bothering me and suspected correctly that it had to do with problems at home. She peeked in a couple of times to see how I was doing and my boss came down to talk when he'd heard I'd gone incommunicado "Jack, I know you've got some problems and if there's anything I can do let me know. Why don't you take the rest of the day off and go home?" "Thanks for your concern and offer, Jerry, but I can think better here by myself." "I understand. We all wish you the best." he told me as he closed the door and left. I sat there until my normal quitting time and by then I'd worked out in my mind what I had to do. On the way home I took another half valium and was quite calm when I entered our house. Ginger met me at the door and tried to kiss me but I dodged away. "Jack," she exclaimed. "What's the matter?" "Ginger, we've got to talk. I'm going to take the kids over to your parents for awhile and we can have our talk when I return." She became quite pale and looked at me with fear in her eyes, but murmured, "Alright Jack." When I came back she was sitting in her usual chair in the family room and I went over and pulled the blinds on the windows, turned on the lights in the room and then turned to her. "Ginger, get up and take off your clothes." She looked at me shocked. 'Wh, wh, what?" "You heard me!" Get up and strip. NOW!!" "Oh god, oh god. You know. Please don't make me do this Jack. Please!! "Do it Ginger or I'll come over there and rip them off you." Crying and moaning she stood and began to remove her clothes. She stopped when she was down to her bra and panties. I could see the red marks of mistreatment on her beautiful body already. "All of it Ginger." Tears were running down her face as she removed her bra; revealing whip and bite marks that disturbed the perfect symmetry of her firm breasts and nipples. Removal of her panties provided a few of more bite and whip marks on her lovely ass, thighs and cunt. "Oh god, Ginger. How could you? How could you?" I cried with tears running down my face as I looked at her. "I'm so sorry Jack. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I couldn't help it." "Go get your robe and put it on. Then come back. We're going to talk and you're going to have some decisions to make." I managed to gasp out as I tried to wipe away my tears with my shirt sleeve. I could feel my chest begin to tighten again and my stomach seemed to be in a turmoil as she left the room and I went and had another half valium. When she returned with her robe on I was starting to feel calmer. I waved her to her chair. She Needed the Pain I handed her the envelop with the pictures of her tryst and said, "Look at them you slut. See what your family, your parents, my parents and all our friends are going to see as well as the divorce court. Look at every one of them. I really didn't think she saw a one of the images as she shuffled quickly through them with her body shaken by uncontrolled sobbing and her eyes flooded with tears. "Oh god, oh god, what have I done. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." "I want you to tell me about it. I don't want the gory details. Just tell me how it started. Tell me how many other affairs you've had. Tell me if the kids are mine. Tell me if you love and want to go with your "master", John Harding." "Oh Jack, I've never had another affair and I love you and want to stay with you and our kids. The kids are yours. Please don't doubt that. Don't turn me out. Help me. I need you now. I don't have any love whatever for him." I could feel my heart pounding in my chest; mostly from rage. It was like a white hot ball of fire in my gut that the valium didn't seem to alleviate. "Tell me the rest and remember if I find you lied I'll make you pay." "Alright. It all started six months ago when I took that three week course for the tellers job at the bank. John Harding taught the class to me and three other women who wanted to be working part-time. I had some troubles catching on to some of the stuff he was teaching and he had me stay behind after class to tutor me after the bank closed. I was so appreciative of his willingness to give me extra time that I guess I began to let him control me and I found I liked it. I don't know why. One thing led to another and then I began to meet him evenings while you were out of town. We met at the motel near the airport and he began to make me pay for the room. I felt so guilty and cheap about what I was doing and wanted to stop but he showed me a video he'd taken showing us together and what I was letting him do to me and told me he'd send it to you if I didn't do what he wanted. I'm so glad its over. I want to get on with my life but I need to find out why I did what I did. I really need your help and I'm so sorry it all happened. I love you and the kids so much that I can't stand the thought of losing you." "I think you've behaved so stupidly that I have a hard time believing you. How long do you think you could continue without being caught? Did you ever give any consideration to me and the kids while you were doing it? I think you're more sorry you're caught then sorry for hurting us. How can I trust you again out when I'm not around? Any man you meet would be a candidate for a new affair." "Oh no, Jack. No. No. I will never do anything so stupid again." "Now you're going to have to make a decision. Here are your options and I need an answer by tomorrow morning: 1. I will divorce you and take full custody of the children. If you don't agree to full custody and limited visitation rights I will release the PI's report with all the pictures to all our family and friends and let the world know what a slut you are. You are then free to continue your affair with your 'master'. 2. I will agree not to divorce you but you will have to agree to quit your job at the bank, give a deposition to our lawyer on what you've done and agree to certain restrictions on your future activities. I'm giving you this option very reluctantly but our children are still young enough that they need a mother and you are the best candidate. I will not make the PI report public but will hold it as a guarantee of you future faithfulness and respect for me. I also want you to have yourself checked for STDs." "Oh thank you sweetheart for giving me another chance. You won't be sorry." "I don't want your answer now. I want it in the morning after you've had a chance to sleep on it. You'll be sleeping in the spare room tonight and for the foreseeable future." "All right Jack. I understand." "I hope you do." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next morning I was down early after a sleepless night. When I did fall asleep, I'd had nightmares where I was standing in a high balcony overlooking a bedroom and watching as Ginger had taken on a series of men. I couldn't find away down to stop her and I'd wake up in a cold sweat. I must have cried out because twice times Ginger had knocked on the door asking if everything was okay. When she left I heard her sobbing as she moved down the hall back to our spare room. I was sitting in the kitchen having a cup of decaf coffee before going back upstairs to shower and get ready for work when Ginger entered. She had an old nightgown on and her robe and looked like she hadn't slept much either. I just stared at her without otherwise acknowledging her as she came up to me and looked into my eyes. "Jack, I cannot tell you how sorry I am but I can't keep telling you that for the rest of my life. I can only show you that I mean it. I want to accept your offer to allow me to stay with you as your wife. I accept any conditions you want to make regarding my future activities and I will call and quit my job at the bank effective immediately." "You understand that you will be my wife in name only. I do not plan to have sex with you and you will be staying in the spare room indefinitely. As far as I am concerned you will be the live- in maid and the care giver of my children.You will receive a weekly stipend as a maid and an allowance to purchase groceries and other items needed to run the home." "I understand and I will make up some excuse to tell the kids why I'm sleeping in the spare room." "Good, I'm going to get ready for work." "Sweetheart, can I make you some breakfast before you go?" "By the way, you have lost the right to call me 'sweetheart' or any other terms of endearment. My name is Jack and yes, you may have breakfast ready for me when I come down." "I understand, Jack." ++++++++++++++++++++++++ When I got to work I called Sam and told him to discontinue any further activities on my case and asked how long it would take to get a final report on what he'd found so far. He said he would have it complete it that afternoon as everything was already in his computer, including the photos. Immediately after finishing it he would have a copy sent to me and one to my lawyer, John Masters, via courier. For some reason I didn't know about at the time I asked him to not to reference anything about the video he had taken of my wife at her tryst in his report but to forward it to me. He agreed to do that and didn't question my motives as he had enough evidence with the still photos to support the report's conclusions. I then called John Masters and updated him on what Sam had found out and that a copy of the report would be at his office later today. We made an appointment for me and Ginger to be at his office the following day after he'd had a chance to read it. "John, I want you to look at the report with the thought that I'd like to go after the bank and John Harding. I'm bringing Ginger tomorrow so you can listen to her story and to provide her deposition for any case that we pursue." "Okay Jack, I'll read the report when it gets here and be in a position to discuss it tomorrow when you get here." The rest of the day I made some phone calls cancelling joint credit cards and took my lunch hour to move accounts to another bank in my name only from the one Ginger had worked. I also set up our savings in my father's name as a trust fund for the children. When I got home that night I brought my copy of the report with me and after dinner, while the kids were busy doing homework I sat down with her in the family room and showed it to her. I did not mention anything about a video as I'd stopped at our new bank on my way home and rented a safe deposit box for it. Ginger sobbed as she thumbed through it and realized how thoroughly it had been prepared to document her adultery. "I don't know what to say Jack." "I just want you to know what I will have in a safe deposit box if you fail me again." "I understand." "I want you to be at John Master's office tomorrow morning at ten and be prepared to make a deposition about your affair with John Harding. You also need to find the name of a good psychiatrist and make an appointment to get in to see him as soon as possible. " "Yes, I'll be there and I'll do anything you say. I want you to know I called the bank today and quit my job. I did not try to contact John Masters at all. I also got the name of a psychiatrist today and the earliest I could get into see him will be next week." "Alright." My chest still felt tight and I was still popping the valium periodically to try to keep things under control. I was beginning to feel depressed and very sad. That night I had more nightmares and determined that I may need the help of a psychiatrist myself before this affair all played out. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next day I took off from work at quarter to ten to meet with John and Ginger, who was driving her own car to John's office. I had told my boss that I was having some personal problems that needed to be resolved and he understood and told me to take the rest of the day off if I needed it. When I got to John's office the next morning I found Ginger in the waiting room and together we went in to see him. John greeted us and waved us to chairs facing the desk. "I've read the PI's report and now I need to talk with Ginger to determine what sort of a case we might have to pursue a case against the bank, John Harding and any other individuals that might have been involved in it. So why don't you tell me about it Ginger." Ginger looked at me. "You're going to pursue a case against John and the bank?" "I'm going to try to destroy John Harding and the bank should pay because it all started in their classroom." Ginger quietly turned away and her shoulders shook as though she were sobbing. After a few minutes she turned back and said, "I'm ready to tell you about it." Tears were running down her face and John handed her a box of tissues to use. After she dried her eyes she began to tell John essentially the same story she'd told me before. When she was done John thought a moment before speaking. "I think we have a case to pursue against the bank and John Harding and anyone else who may have been involved especially if they were also employees of the bank. First, Ginger, I need your signed deposition. I'll go over a few points you need to emphasize and then I'll turn you over to my secretary and she'll transcribe your story and then we'll have you sign it and she'll notarize your signature. Then I can proceed to have the bank, John Harding and persons unknown served with the necessary papers. We'll go in for about a ten million dollar judgement but I must warn you the leverage they will try use is publicity but they will be just as anxious to avoid some publicity on this as we are. We'll also proceed to get John Harding fired and the return of any photos or videos he has." After waiting to get Ginger's deposition completed I returned to work. I thought about going home but I didn't want to be alone with Ginger. When I thought about her I felt the rage build up again and I just couldn't face looking at her or being with her. I began to seriously think about a separation as the best answer to our problem but our children deserved a family and I vowed to stick it out even though I knew I was going into a mental condition caused by rage and depression. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 3 For the next two months we lived together and even though the rage abated I found myself coping with bouts of depression that at times left me almost incapacitated. I had to take a leave of absence from work. As Ginger started with her psychiatrist I began to go to one myself. It took another two months before he was able to get my medication adjusted to where I could almost function almost normally again and return to work. I know the children suffered because of my condition and the poor relationship I had with their mother. So our lives together went on and after a year it had improved to the point where Ginger was sharing our bed again although we didn't try to have sex for a month or more. I found myself impotent with her when I tried to initiate intercourse but after the doctor prescribed viagra we were able to have sex again. Eventually, we managed to settle into a normal husband/wife relationship and I could give up my dependance on viagara. Our family interrelationships began to return to normal. In the meantime our lawyer, John Masters, pursued legal action against the bank and John Harding. The outcome was that an out-of-court settlement of three million dollars was negotiated with the bank. The bank fired John Harding and his wife divorced him. We received a judgement against him for half million dollars and he had to move away and start a new life in another state so he could find another job and pay his alimony and child support. I took the money we received from the bank and Harding and put most of it into a trust for the children and named John Masters as administrator. Eventually, I was able to reduce my medications for depression and anxiety and we started marriage counseling. Ginger found out from her psychiatrist what some of the causes were in getting involved with John Harding and learned how to guard against letting submissiveness trap herself into a similar situation in the future. After a few years our marriage resumed the comfortable relationship we had known before her affair though I kept closer tabs on her activities then before. Ginger never went back to work As we approached our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary our eldest son David had graduated from college, was married and had given us a grandson, Eric. Ginger and I were both doting grandparents. Sandra was a senior in college and Michael was a freshman. We were proud of our children and their accomplishments. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 4 It was a couple of weeks before our twenty-fifth anniversary that I noticed a subtle change in her behavior and activities. I couldn't believe she would was involved in another affair after all these years. Our sex life was still good, I thought. I tried to give her her share of orgasms so why would she stray? I began to watch her more carefully and I began by checking her email account. Though it appeared she'd made some attempt to hide it, I discovered emails from someone named Charles thanking her for something she'd done for him and begging her to meet him for a proper thank you. Her responses were initially noncommittal but he persisted until she finally agreed to meet him at a hotel room on the Saturday evening before our anniversary, which fell on the following Monday. He told her he'd reserved room 524 at the hotel and would meet her there at 6:30PM. My old chest pains were developing again, as well as my depression and my rage. How and why would she be unfaithful to me again? I'd already made reservations for the two of us for an anniversary dinner on the Monday evening and I began to think of it as a farewell dinner for our marriage. I decided I wouldn't hire a PI this time but just go and confront her with her lover at the hotel, then go from there. Saturday morning she told me that she had to go to the hospital that evening for a couple of hours to visit a sick friend. Trying to act as natural as I could I acknowledged her information with a nod and went back to reading the morning paper. The day past slowly and I had to dig around until I found my old container of valium to keep myself calm. About six o'clock Ginger took off and after waiting half an hour I followed her to the hotel. When I got there I mulled how I was going to gain entry to the room she was using. I found an old baseball cap and jacket in the trunk of my car and took it with me and went into the hotel. It was an upscale hotel and sold cut flowers in the shop off the lobby. I bought a large bouquet and took the elevator to the fifth floor. Finding room 524 I donned the cap and jacket and holding the flowers in front of my face I knocked on the door. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I waited. I was a nervous wreck. "Who is it?" I heard my wife ask through the door. "Flower delivery, ma'am." I answered; trying to disguise my voice. I heard the door unlatch and she looked out and said, "I didn't order any flowers. You must......." About that time I dropped the flowers and pushed my way into the room. "Where is he?" I demanded. "Oh Jack, you're right on time. There isn't anyone. I just did that to get you down here. The kids are putting on an anniversary dinner for us tonight and they wanted to surprise you. Now put on your suit on the bed there." I remember going over and looking in the bath to confirm that she was alone and then I spun around to look at her as she stood looking at me with a smile on her face. My mind was numb for a few seconds and then something snapped and I felt a rage building up that seemed to overwhelm me. What the hell had she done? She knew the problems I'd had years ago getting over her affair. Why did she use a similar situation to get me down here? Just as I was about to lay into her everything started to go black and I felt myself falling and sliding into a deep hole. I heard Ginger cry, "Jack." before everything went black. So now it was the next day and I was in an ICU unit at the local hospital. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 5 I was introduced to a series of tests that morning and while I waiting to hear the results I visited with my son, David. Sandra and Michael were home looking after their mother.. "Dad, mom is being sedated. She doesn't understand why your mad at her and why you won't see her." " David, I'm seriously considering divorcing your mother. That's why I want to talk with John Masters." "Why dad? Why? What did she do to make you want to do that?" "Do you know how you're mother got me to the hotel?" "No, she just said she'd get you there." "Before I begin the story, can you tell me how come your mother was brought in on the anniversary dinner plans?" "She found out when Michael inadvertently left the folder with our hotel price quotes and other material that pretty much told what we were planning. So we decided to surprise you anyway. She said she'd be responsible to have you in the banquet room by seven o'clock. So we left that part up to her." "Well, it all goes back to when you were twelve years old. You didn't know it at the time but I discovered your mother had an affair that was very sordid. Subsequent to that I had essentially a complete mental breakdown and was out of work and in therapy for months. I was thankful that the company where I work held onto my job until I could get back on my feet. I never really forgave your mother for that but over time we've become fairly comfortable with one another again. I used to have almost uncontrollable rages against your mother and at times despaired of resuming a relationship together and its taken a long time to get over it. In order to get me down here your mother decided to invent a new lover that she was going to have a tryst with at the hotel Saturday evening. I fell for it and when I went to the hotel room to confront her and her lover all my old mental troubles and now possibly heart problems have appeared. I'm so mad at her that if I weren't sedated I'd probably die or kill her. I can only assume that your mother, being a normal rational individual, had to realize what would happen and was hoping I'd have a heart attack and leave her with all our assets and no one alive to tell about her affair." "Gosh, dad, we were never aware of this. I remember when I was a kid you were sick for a long time. I didn't know until now what the problem was. Its hard to believe she would deliberately do something like your suggesting, but I can't see how she could ignore your previous problems." She Needed the Pain "Well, if I go for a divorce I plan to bring out the whole story for the world to know, but I will give your mother a chance to tell me in a few days why she tried to get me up to that hotel room that way. There were other options she could have used to accomplish the same thing." "Dad, I hope this doesn't have to come to a divorce. I hope you think about it rationally." "I guess its going to depend on how rational a story your mother gives me." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Later that day the cardiologist came to the ICU. My son, Michael, was with me. "Mr Carter, I have good news. Your heart is fine and we can move you into a regular room for the night and you can go home tomorrow. It appears that you've had some sort of shock to your system that caused you to pass out. From your records it looks like you have a history of mental stress and you should probably seek psychiatric help to determine the cause of your problem. If you continue to have the stress you're under you're apt to develop some heart problems." "Thanks doctor. Going home is a mixed blessing in my case because that's where the source of my problem resides also." "Well, you will have to work that out, possibly with marital counseling." "I've been that route. It didn't take." "All right then, but as far as my professional opinion is concerned, you're physically able to leave the hospital. You should find a way to avoid a repetition of what caused your problem." "Thank you for your assistance doctor." After the doctor left I turned to Michael and asked, "Do you know whether David got hold of John Masters?" "Oh, I forgot to tell you dad. Mr. Masters will see you as soon as your able." "I'll call John right now and see if I can get in to see him tomorrow morning after I've checked out of the hospital." I said as I reached for the phone. I was able to make an appointment with John for ten o'clock the following morning. Then the nurse arrived and began to get me ready to be moved out of the ICU. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 6 After checking out the next morning David drove me to John Master's office where we went into conference with him. "I hear you've had some of your old problems come back Jack." he told me after our greeting. "Yes, and now I'm going to have to do something about it. I thought I'd put the early episode to bed, but she's done something that's brought it all back and I'm not sure but that she did it deliberately." Then I told him what had occurred to cause my problems. "So, what do you want to do Jack?" "I'd like you to start proceedings toward a divorce on the grounds of adultery." "Adultery? Do you have some new evidence that she's having another affair?" "No, I want to proceed based on the affair she had thirteen years ago." "I don't know whether the judge will go along with that Jack. You've been living with Ginger for thirteen years now in what he would assume is a harmonious marriage. He would most likely reject the petition for divorce based on lack of current evidence to the contrary." "I don't care. I want to make it part of the public record about her infidelity and expose the sordid details of her affair. If its turned down we can try for a divorce on or separation on other grounds but I want to cause her some pain. She got out of her affair when I caught her thirteen years ago because I felt the kids needed a mother and a family and I didn't want to release the details of her affair because of what it would do to the family. The only pain she suffered was short lived, but I suffered for years before I could get back to a normal life. Now she's brought it all back and I want to cause her pain because of the thing she just did and for her affair. The kids are old enough now where custody isn't an issue anymore and are old enough where the details of her affair won't traumatize them." "This could be very expensive Jack. Are you sure you want to proceed this way?" "I'm very sure, but I'm going home now to confront Ginger and unless she's got a good explanation for her recent actions I will want to proceed. I don't know what she could say that would justify her actions but I will listen. Unless you hear from me please continue a toward a divorce based on her previous adultery." "Okay Jack. I'll go with your instructions." "Thanks John." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ We left John's office and headed home to meet with Ginger. When we arrived at the house, Sandra and Michael met us outside and we all went into the house together. Ginger was sitting in the living room waiting for us. She looked like hell I thought and was glad to see her in pain finally. I waved the kids to seats as I spoke to her without going near her. "Hello Ginger." I said as I sat in a chair across from her. I tried to remain calm and unemotional "Hello Jack." she responded with tears running down her face and then continued, "David has told me why you're mad at me and what you want to hear from me. I wish I has some rational reason for what I did. I should have known better but I didn't. I was just thinking about it as a big joke that we could laugh about later. I can only ask that you forgive me for not using better judgement in doing what I did. I just didn't anticipate the repercussions of my actions." "Ginger, your big 'joke' could have killed me and I cannot help but think it was deliberately done with that thought in mind." "Oh no, Jack. Please don't say or think that. I love you and looked forward to growing old together with you. Why would I want to kill you?" "You have a funny way of showing love for someone. I see your motive for doing it as a way to ensure keeping the details of your previous affair secret forever if I were gone and you would then have our marriage assets to yourself. You could then pursue your kinky sexual urges without remorse." "Oh no Jack. Please don't accuse me of that. Not in front of the kids. I have no inclination to get involved in kinky sex again and I don't have need for more money I do hope that the report of my affair never comes to light but I would never try to kill you to keep it secret." "The kids are old enough now to know about our problems so they can avoid our mistakes in their future. The thing is I can't keep going through a life worrying about you having another affair and I keep thinking that I, as the wronged party in all this, have taken the brunt of the hurt for your actions. Maybe I'm coming across as doing this for revenge and maybe that's what I need for closure. But you so wantonly forgot the difficulties I experienced after your affair and the months and years of therapy I went through to overcome it, that it just about blows my mind that you would do what you did. I am giving you credit for a modicum of intelligence that you should have realized what a repeat of that could do to me. That is why I believe you deliberately planned it. You have not convinced me it was an accident and so I'm instructing John Masters to pursue getting a divorce from you based on adultery. I would recommend you get yourself a lawyer." "Adultery? Jack, I haven't been with anyone else since my affair. I swore I'd be faithful to you and I have." "I'm going to base the claim of adultery on your affair thirteen years ago." "Oh please Jack. Don't do that. I'll give you a divorce, if that's what you want, under any other conditions but don't make it based on something I did thirteen years ago It would kill me to have that report made public." "I'm sorry Ginger. But that's the way its going to be I want you to suffer some real pain. Have your lawyer contact John Masters. I'm going to pack a few things and move to a motel until I can locate an apartment. Then I'll come back and get the rest of my stuff. Do you kids want to say anything about this?" I asked as I looked at each of them. "I'd like to say something that I think will sum it up for the three of us." David said. "Dad I'm afraid you're being very vengeful to base a divorce on something that happened thirteen years ago and mom, I cannot see how you could accidently do something so stupid. That said, we wish the whole thing had never happened. I'll regret trying to set up a surprise anniversary dinner for you for the rest of my life. I hate to think I or any of us had a hand in your splitting. Maybe, when the dust has settled again you both can find away to get together again." "David," I said. "What you attempted to do was commendable and appropriate for the occasion. Please kids, don't hold yourself to blame for it. It may have happened anyway at some other time. Now I'm going up to pack." As I went up stairs Ginger sat quietly crying and our kids were trying to console her. Later, I drove in my car to a motel near my work where I settled for what I hoped would only be a weeks stay before finding a more permanent place. The confrontation was over and things were staring to reach a finale to twenty five years of a marriage gone bad. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 7 In the days following my confrontation with Ginger I found a furnished apartment near my work and moved in immediately. Then I went to my old home and picked up the rest of my personal clothing and other items and moved them to my apartment. Ginger sat in the kitchen while I was there and we didn't speak to one another. She just sat there and looked drawn and weary. A week after I moved out John presented the petition for divorce to the court and a hearing date was set. A legal notice went into the local newspaper and I heard many of our friends who were unaware of our split were calling our house asking Ginger what was going on. The kids said she spent much of her time crying and began to avoid answering the phone. Somehow, I felt satisfaction that she was starting to feel some pain. At the divorce hearing the judge did reject my divorce petition based on adultery as John had warned. Ginger's lawyer also got him to make a ruling that the PI report should not be made public since it dealt with the affair. I was glad I'd seen the possibility of something like this those many years ago. In the following week I went down and got the old video tape out of the safe deposit box and took it down to a guy that had been recommended to me. I asked him to prepare a video that could be uploaded to a web site. I worked with him most of the day taking brief excerpts from the tape and pasting them into a composite video. The faces of the men were blurred out, but Ginger's face was easily identifiable. Finally, we titled it Ginger Enjoys BDSM and identified the city where we lived. Then we uploaded it to a popular, amateur porno web site. I felt it should be a few days before the word got around and it became general knowledge to the people that knew her. Actually, it was a week before I got my first indication that the video had been discovered locally and an identity established for the principal actress. I received a call from a neighbor at work asking if I'd seen the web site. A friend of his had given him a heads up on it. I played dumb and pretended to take down the information on the site and thanked him for notifying me. After that I received a few more phone calls and I knew Ginger would soon hear about it. I received a call from her at work and she was hysterical. "Jack, what have you done? Jack, you bastard!! Did you have to do it?" I hung up the phone without replying and felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She was finally feeling some pain. Our kids were also made aware of it and I heard from them also. This was the part I wish I could have avoided. They didn't need the pain of seeing their mother displayed as she was. "Dad, its David. I'm really mad at you. Why did you have to put that stuff on a web site. We don't think we want you for a father any more." "I'm sorry David. Give my apologies to Sandra and Michael too. It was something I just had to do. I hope we can get back together again someday, because I really didn't want to hurt you kids but I saw no way around it." "Please don't contact us again dad. Good bye." That's the last I heard from my kids for almost two years. It really hurt. I heard from friends that Ginger had a nervous breakdown and I felt some remorse, but hardened myself and submerged myself in work She had been bombarded with calls and solicitations from weirdos from one end of the state and country as well as foreign countries and it became too much for her. +++++++++++++++++++++++ We resubmitted the divorce petition based on irreconcilable differences. She didn't contest it at all. The judge wanted to charge me with contempt of court for releasing the video to public view but John explained that the earlier judgement to repress the PI's report did say anything about a video. Since the video wasn't referenced in the report it wasn't part of the judge's order. The judge had to agree. After three months the divorce became final and I just felt an emptiness inside me. I had the video pulled off the web site and let time be the healer that was needed to bring this episode in my life to a close. I continued to support Sandra and Michael through college even though they never tried to contact me. Ginger was given the house in the divorce settlement and she sold it immediately and moved to a condominium. I heard that she seldom went out and was almost a recluse. She didn't date in her new found freedom and hardly saw any of our old friends. Her mother and father and our kids were her only real contacts with the outside world. To me it was all closure to a bad episode in my life and though missing the camaraderie of marriage I felt content. I often wondered though if I went too far to give her pain. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The End