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The Decision

By: AttheMastersfeet



My mind races. I sit at the wheel of my car wondering if I can really do this. Should I run to you and a future that I have only dreamed about or away from you and back to all I know to be safe? Indecision clouds my mind as I exit my vehicle, one step closer to what my heart craves. I pause at your door. Is this where my final decision is to be made? Somehow I doubt it. I grasp the doorhandle. Strange that it should feel so warm on such a cool evening. Or is that my own body heat that I am feeling? As I twist the handle I am mildly surprised to find it unlocked. But of course it is. We have been planning our first encounter for weeks. Thus far I have carefully followed your explicate instructions. Can I complete the task in front of me? Dare I? Dare I not? 


As I step across the threshold into your living room, I realize I am holding my breath. I find myself slightly amused at what is before me. Looking around I see that it is just a room. A tastefully decorated room at that. What was I expecting? Leather padded walls? Red velvet curtains? Medieval racks in the middle of the room, complete with chains and restraints? It is just a room. Then I realize, it is not just a room. It is your room, your house, and your domain. Am I an interloper or a part of all of this? Somehow I feel like both. 

I look around the room for some sign of welcome, some kind of instruction, any encouragement for me to continue this journey, but there is none. I knew there would not be. I must come to you of my own free will. Uncertainty washes over me again. Do I have the courage to turn away from what feels so right? Do I have the strength to submit to you completely? 

I look down the hall and see a bit of light escaping from under your bedroom door. It draws me in as a lighthouse beckoning a sea weary sailor. I begin the longest walk of my life down your short hallway. What is waiting for me at the end? Will I finally find my true self or will I be lost forever? 

I hesitate beside your bathroom. I have been traveling for a long time. I feel the need to freshen up before I face you. Or is a need to procrastinate? Either way I flip on the light. I smile again, seeing so much of you in this room. It is a man's bathroom. As I finger the red rose you have placed in the budvase I spent hours agonizing over, making sure it was the perfect housewarming gift, I realize that a part of me is here also. A small feeling of comfort sweeps over me as I sense that I am already a part of this new and wondrous world. 

A quick fluff and fingercomb of my hair and a reapplication of the "slut red" lipstick that you didn't have to remind me to wear, and I am out of excuses to tarry any longer. I look at the toilet but resist the call of nature, knowing you will help me take care of that later. I am ready. 

Am I ready? Ready to give myself to you, mind, body and soul? How can I do that? How can I not do that? Do I really have a choice anymore? 

I turn off the light as I leave the bathroom, take a deep breath and reach for your door. It opens much more quickly than I imagined it would and suddenly I am on the other side of the door. Is it the right side or the wrong side? I am becoming more and more confident in the answer to that. 

I see you silhouetted in the shadows of his bed. Every fiber of my being cries out to rush to you, call your name, smother your face with kisses, but I must resist. As per instructed, I step into the light of a lone candle and maintain complete silence. Although the glow is dim, I feel as if I am standing under all the lights of Broadway. 

I begin the performance of a lifetime. I somehow manage to remove my thighhigh boots without falling on my face. I must learn a more graceful way of doing this! I feel my body tremble as I fumble with the clasp of my leather halter-top. I feel my entire body redden as I stand before you bare breasted, knowing that in a manner of seconds I will be completely nude before the one I so desperately crave. I risk a quick peek at you, hoping for a look of what? Encouragement so I may go on? Disgust so I may run away forever? Your strong face is stoic, as I knew it would be. I must decide. As helpless as I feel, the decision has always been mine. I am beginning to comprend more and more the power in being submissive. I know I will always have the choice. I will serve you because it brings me pleasure to do so. 

A little more quickly than I intend, I slide the leather mini skirt down my quivering legs. Am I now shaking from all the fear I still feel, or from the overwhelming arousal you instill in me? I know it is both. 

I move to his bedside and assume the position of submissiveness you have asked of me. I kneel before you; legs crossed at the ankles, hands clasp behind my back, head lowered and await further instructions. 

With a finger under my chin, you raise my head and I am awash with emotion as I see the very smile on your face that I have stared at countless times in your photograph. You are pleased. With just a touch I know you want me to stand and I quickly oblige. You run your fingers across my breasts and my knees go weak at your touch. A tweak of both nipples and your finger ventures downward. As you run your fingers through my well-groomed bush, you smile again and my heart soars. I wonder if there is anything I wouldn't do to see that smile. 

You run your middle finger across my cunt and I realize that I am completely soaked. I feel my juices running down the insides of my thighs. Running your finger across your tongue, you invite me to taste myself and I have no thoughts of refusing. I take your tongue into my mouth and relish the combined taste of my pussy and your sweet mouth, I can only imagine one taste that could be better and I know before the night is over, it will be mine. My tongue begins to wander down your body and I stop at your nipples. Taking one nipple in my mouth, I wet the palm of my hand and run it across the other one. After some time of licking and nibbling, I switch nipples and begin again. My pussy is throbbing and I am eager to reach my final destination. Licking my way on downward, I circle your navel with my tongue and plunge it in and out a couple of times, then move on. I am pleased to see you only semi erect. I place my hand at the base of your cock and then take your entire length into my mouth. Moving my lips slowly up to the head I feel your cock begin to harden slightly. I reach the head and run my tongue around it, then probe the hole in search of your sweet precum. I move back down your ever-hardening cock and squeeze my lips around you as I come back up. I am rewarded with several drops of precum, which I greedily suck, from the tip of your cock. Using short, quick strokes of my tongue to the head and a steady rhythm with my hand up and down your shaft, I search for more of your intoxifying juices. I hold your cock in one hand as I lick in circular motions the underside of your shaft, working my way to your heavy cum filled balls. I continue to stroke your cock with one hand as I lift your sac in the other and work my mouth around it. I suck both testes in my mouth at once and then pop one out while my tongue works the other one. Taking the other one back in my mouth, I suck it gently, enjoying the heaviness of it. 

You grap me by the hair and pulls me up. Trying to anticipate your wants, I assume the bitch position but you surprise me by rolling me over onto my back. I am slightly disappointed, but I know that I must be patient. Placing my legs over your shoulders you begin to rub my cunt with your rock hard cock. I want to cry out for you to fuck me now, but I must remain silent. Biting my lip as your cock makes contact with my clit, I think I will explode but I know it will displease you for me to cum so fast. Finally you enter me with one hard thrust. My hips begin to buck uncontrollably as you bury his thick cock deep inside my dripping pussy. You pull out slowly and sit motionless for what seems like forever with just the head of your cock inside of me. I draw blood biting my lip, trying to contain my pleas and just as I am on the verge of begging, you slam into me again. Your thrusts become urgent as you bang me harder and harder. I lose all conscience thought and I am aware only of the rhythm of you as you ride my pussy. Time has become meaningless and after what seems like an eternity, you grasp my face in your hand and I know that you are about to cum. With a look you tell me it is time for me to cum also. As I feel your hot cum begin to squirt inside of me, my own orgasm is triggered and I begin to ride the waves of a passion I have never known. Our eyes lock and for an undetermined time, our bodies and souls merge. I realize somewhere deep inside of my being that I am finally yours. Totally and completely, I now belong to you. There is no going back. There truly never was. As you roll off of me, totally spent, I rise up, take your face in my hand and ask the question with my eyes. You were right, there are no need for words between us. You grant me permission without speaking. I bend down to complete my ecstasy by licking you clean. I savor the taste of us. And always the good bitch, I finish by bringing you our combined cum. You take it from my tongue and I collapse onto your chest, completed sated. 

We rest for a short while and you finally speak. "Well done my sweet bitch, I am pleased." No words have ever sounded sweeter to me, until you speak again. Reaching into the nightstand, you pull out my prize. A thin leather collar. Placing it gently around my neck you say, 

"Welcome home my pet." I reply, "Thank you Master, I'm most happy to be home."

The Decision



"Gary, we've talked this over a thousand times, and you know it," she said.

"No, Claire, you've brought it up a thousand times; time and again you've brought it up; but I have never bought into it. You know I wouldn't be able to deal with an open marriage kind of thing; it's not in me, Claire. Can't we just love each other, and make love to each other like normal people do?" I said.

She came to me. "We are normal people, Gary. And, we do make love to each other, wonderful love. But this would be good for you too. Don't you see that? You could have some strange on the side. I could have some strange on the side. It could be intoxicating," she said.

"Claire, I would never cheat on you. Never!" I said. "I don't need strange on the side; you are more than enough for me!"

"It wouldn't be cheating, dear. It would be with my full permission. It would have no affect on us or our marriage or any of it. It would just be fun for the occasional evening out," she said. I thought it significant that she avoided my protestation that she was enough for me. It occurred to me that I must not be enough for her, and the thought hurt.

"Anyway, Claire, no woman would want an old goat like me," I said. "Except maybe you." I looked down and wondered if she cared at all about me sexually anymore. I was mortally afraid of the answer to that question. She saw through me and tried to calm my fears.

"Don't sell yourself short, honey. You are quite a man. A lot of women would be tickled to death to have an evening with you," she said, giggling now. I wasn't laughing; I wanted to cry.

I suppose I should introduce us. I'm Gary Sanders. As you have no doubt gathered, Claire is my wife of twenty-three years. Me? Five-seven, one-sixty, slightly balding, and pushing fifty. Claire: five --five, one-ten, tawny hair and a lot of it, age forty-four but looking thirty-four. I work for a small machine shop and pull down 40K annual; that, plus the benefit package has been enough for us. Claire, for her part, doesn't work, but she's a top notch homemaker; at least she is in my opinion. Oh, and no kids.

Getting a man to fuck Claire would not be a problem. Again, me? Well, it might be a problem, even if I wanted to, and I sure as heck didn't want to. I was frightened; I could see us being hurt bad by this stuff she was talking to me about. 

She came and put her arms around me and kissed me. Man, how I loved this woman; I just didn't understand her anymore though. I sure as hell didn't want to share her. "Tell you what, Gary, to make it easy for you in the beginning; I will take it upon myself to get you a woman whenever I get me a man. How would that be? Then these silly insecurities of yours won't even have to be entered into," she said.

Talk about humiliating! My wife was actually suggesting she would get a girl for me, probably one of her friends, I supposed, because she totally knew I'd probably have a tough time even trying to find someone to date me; I was just too ordinary to play these kinds of games. I wasn't going for it.

"Honey, I just can't. I don't even know how to date anymore. And, don't stand there and tell me it's just like riding a bicycle," I said. "I only want you."

"Husband mine. It's time to make a decision here, and I'm making it. You have nothing to fear. I will take care of everything," she said. And, that was that. I continued to plead and beg and even cry for a little while longer; but in the end the decision had been made. For her part, she giggled and comforted me and made a strenuous, completely unsuccessful, effort to allay my fears. Then we went to bed. The sex that night was good and I hoped enough for her, but deep down I knew it wasn't; she was still committed to her fantasies.

******

Nothing was said let alone discussed over the next several days. It was Saturday when she hit me with it. 

"Honey, tonight's the night. I want you to dress cowboy style. We're going out," she said. I swallowed and nodded somberly. "Come on, big guy, it'll be fun. And besides, maybe nothing will happen. But if it does, we'll both have a ton of fun and a lot to talk about for quite a while," she said. I was literally shaking in my cowboy boots and I didn't even have them on yet.

She spent half the day getting ready to go out. She spent a significant part of the other half getting me ready. She showered with me, dressed my hair, dressed me, and inspected me. I think she was getting ready to have me douche when she remembered that I was a guy! I was going out, but I wasn't looking forward to it; it was humiliating. Claire, on the other hand, was buoyant.

We arrived at the Hole in the Wall Bar and Grill and dance hall at about eight o'clock. Things were just getting started. We'd already eaten at our favorite restaurant in town, and we, or at least I, was nervous as hell; I did not want to be here.

I had gone to get us our second round of drinks, and I was on my way back, when I saw a cowboy—well, he was dressed like a cowboy—ask my wife to dance. She smiled in my direction, but I just gave her what I knew was a weak and tentative nod. Our table was toward the back of the place, and I lost sight of her for some little time as she did not return for several dance tunes. Finally, she did.

"Hi Gary, sorry I disappeared for so long. Several different guys asked me to dance, and well...Anyway, I'd like to introduce you to Ann." 

Greetings done, Ann did her best to engage me in conversation. I finally realized that this was a woman that my wife had talked into being with me for the evening. Claire stayed with us laughing and carrying on, mostly with Ann, until she felt that it was safe enough to leave me to my own devices. I was sure they had had more than a few girls' nights out together.

"Well, Gary, and I hope you don't mind. Claire said you wouldn't mind taking me home when we're done tonight. That's okay, right?" said Ann.

"Uh—sure. That will be fine," I said. I was wondering how my wife intended getting home. But, it soon dawned on me that if she did get home tonight it would be in some other guy's car. I was not feeling very good. Add to that that I already felt like a cheater, nothing Claire had said to the contrary withstanding.

To her credit, I thought, Ann was doing her best to make me feel at ease. "Why don't we get some air?" she said. 

"Good idea," I said. We headed outside. Boy, did I need to get out of there. The few glimpses I had had of Claire after she had left our table did not exactly make me feel good.

"Where's your car?" she said. I pointed. "Let's head over there, okay?"

"Sure, I suppose," I said. I didn't know what the attraction of my car was, but at least we'd be out and away from all of the foot traffic milling around us. I really, really wanted to be somewhere else. Ann might have been one of Claire's friends, and she might be into whatever—well—whatever the two of them had cooked up; but I wasn't. I was trying to come up with a way to let her down gently. That soon became a non-issue.

At the car, she suddenly leaned in on me and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek mind you, but a full blown, down and dirty, you better believe it sensual kiss. For the life of me my johnson was rising to the occasion. She noticed and smiled. 

"looks like you like me," she said, laughing. I smiled back.

"Hard not to," I said, trying to sound casual. I was uncomfortable as hell, but awfully horny at the same time.

"Let's get inside and get comfortable, okay?" She said. I keyed the door to the back seat and let her slide in ahead of me. What the hell was I doing! Hell, I was playing along with Claire's ideas just as she probably knew I would. I wanted to kick myself in the ass. 

Soon we were making out pretty good. I still wasn't all that comfortable with the situation, but my little head was making the decisions for me at the moment, and there was no stopping him now. Anyway, Claire'd said it was all right, and she was the boss. 

"Why don't we get a little more comfortable," she said. She began unbuttoning her blouse—slowly. I watched spellbound as her braless tits spilled out in full view of my lustful gaze. 

"Jesus," I said. "They're beautiful." They were too.

"Well, thank you," she said. She pulled back for a moment and smiled. "Just one pop, okay. And, you need to wear this." She handed me a condom.

"One pop?" I said, not immediately understanding. 

"Yes, that's all that's covered for the price," she said. In that moment all interest in having sex with her or anyone else died. I was sick with humiliation and profound sadness. This was no girlfriend of my wife's, as I had supposed. My wife had hired a prostitute to do me and keep me quiet, and as she no doubt saw it, satisfied. My twenty year marriage was suddenly in ruins. But as bad as it was, worse was in the offing.

"Uh—Ann..." I said.

"Hmm?" she said, smiling.

"My wife hired you? I mean paid you to have sex with me?" I said.

She looked at me strangely. "Uh-oh, you didn't know about this did you?" she said. 

"No. I think you need to go back inside," I said. I can't do this. "I—I—I have to go."

"No refunds, you understand that, right?" she said.

"Yes, I understand. Please just go," I choked.

"Okay, Gary. I'm sorry. I thought you knew. Your wife said you were cool with it. But you weren't were you? Well, good luck," she said. I was already crying. She noticed and hurried out and away buttoning her blouse as she went.

I drove around for a couple of hours cursing and praying and sobbing like a baby. Finally, I decided to go home and wait for my wife. Pulling into the driveway, I noted the strange car parked out front. I wouldn't have to wait for her; she was already home and not alone.

I didn't try to be quiet, but they didn't hear me. They were in the guest room at the top of the stairs. The door was wide open.

"You're Hubbie is cool with this," I heard a man say.

"Oh yes, he's getting his jollies as we speak," said Claire. "It cost me a hundred bucks."

"What! He can't get a woman without paying for it?" said the man. "How'd he end up getting a class act like you?"

"It would be harder for him to find a woman. He's not what he once was, so I had to take matters into my own hands," she said. "She was a good looking whore though. He should be happy enough when she's done with him." She was laughing now.

"Fucking-A, a wife pimping for her hubby. What a fucking world," said the man, who joined in with her laughing.

They were quiet for a bit. I suppose they were making out, or maybe he was fucking her. I couldn't tell for sure. I was miserable, and misery loves company; so I stayed just outside of the door leaning against the wall being company to myself.

"He got a cock like this," said the man.

My wife giggled. "Not even," she said. "He's got maybe half of what you got." To say I felt low, betrayed, lost would have about half covered the misery I was experiencing at that moment. I should have left and just died. But, I didn't leave and I didn't die. I just stayed there listening outside the room. I hadn't kept track of the time, but it had to have been a good hour before they finally got ready to call it a night. I heard my wife bounce out of bed.

"I think you should go now," she said. "My husband should be home soon, and he's still kinda skittish about this open marriage thing, so I need to be able to coddle him some when he gets here. He doesn't need to meet the man who made a cuckold out of him."

"Sloppy seconds for him tonight?" said the man.

"Absolutely, if he gets anything," she said, laughing. I heard him dressing. Silence again for a moment or two. I assumed he was kissing her goodnight. I took that moment to head downstairs. I went into the kitchen. I turned the light on and got me a beer from the frig. I heard them come down. I was past caring at that point; I was mortally angry.

The man appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. "Oh shit!" he said. He stopped cold in his tracks looking right at me. My now drying tears must have made me seem the ultimate wimp. I appraised him: tall, good looking, maybe twenty-five, and black. 

"What?" said Claire, from inside dinette area around the corner. He didn't answer her. She came in. The look on her face was equal parts terror, pity, and shock. "Gary! I—I—we didn't hear you come in," she said.

I just stared at the two of them standing side by side.

"Gary, how long have you been here?" she said. I could see she was hoping I had just arrived.

" 'bout an hour and half," I said.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck," she said. She was clearly angry; I assumed mostly with herself. "Gary, I don't know what to say."

"Uh—I'll be leaving now," said her lover. I followed him with my gaze until the front door closed behind him.

"How much did you hear?" she said.

"All of it," I said. "It's okay. I'll be leaving in the morning. I'll sleep on the couch tonight. "Oh, and don't worry, I'll pay you back for the prostitute. We didn't do anything by the way. When she told me that I was limited to one pop and had to use a condom because that was all that was covered by the price; I kinda lost interest. Well, you can imagine."

"Oh my God! She did that, said that!" 

"But you got your giant sized cock, so I guess the night wasn't a total loss, at least for you," I said, the bitterness plain in my tone. "You have no idea how humiliated I am, Claire, but what do you care; you got what you wanted. Oh, and don't worry, I won't be bothering you for sex again—not ever. Certainly not for any of your lover's sloppy seconds. 

"I thought I knew you, Claire. I guess that as myths go that has to be a biggee," I said.

"Gary, no. You can't leave. I love you. You love me. We belong together. This was just a game. I blew it, but I will make it up to you. I promise," she said.

"With sloppy seconds, Claire? I don't think so." I said. "Good thing we don't have kids, I guess. They won't have to be learning what a loser their father is. That's something."

"Gary, no. I'll shower right now. There won't be any sloppy seconds for you, not ever; I promise. I mean it. We can get by this. We do not have to go that route just because of my stupidity. I mean it," she said.

"Why are we even discussing this, Claire? It is more than clear that you don't love me," I said.

"I do love you, Gary. I—I—thought I needed something more. Maybe some excitement or something. I was wrong. I'll make it up to you right now. Well, I mean after I shower," she said. I snickered. 

"What was his name?" I said.

"Who?"

"His name? The guy who just got done fucking you," I said. She started to cry.

She hesitated. I was pretty sure that I was probably going to be getting a version of the truth at best. "Hugh Williams, was the name he gave me," she said. "I don't even know if it's his real name." I nodded. 

"Good 'ole Hugh," I said.

I rose and headed for our bedroom. I had to get some stuff. I didn't want to be doing it in the morning. I would shack up here tonight, it was late, and I was just too tired. The morning would be soon enough. Hell, maybe I'd die in my sleep; I would if there were a God.

While I packed up stuff, Claire kept trying to get me to talk. But, I was done talking for the next little while. We'd likely talk again, but not tonight.

******

I awoke to the sound of the alarm on my cell phone. It was 5:00AM. I needed to pee. I headed for the bathroom near the foot of the stairs. 

I headed upstairs, I had remembered a couple of things I would need that were in the master bath. The door to the master bedroom was wide open Claire was lying on the floor beside the bed sound asleep. I looked down at the creature that was soon to be but a memory, a sad one, for me. I wondered who her next lover would be. The only thing I did know was that it wouldn't be me.

I didn't leave right away as I had told myself I would; for half an hour, I just stood Around talking to myself.. Maybe something in me just wouldn't let me admit that my wife didn't love me. Our parents would be crushed. Mine loved her and hers loved me. For sure that would be a hard nut. But, I was gone by 6:00AM I heard her stirring; it was my signal to go. Helluva thing.

******

I checked into a fleabag hotel not far from work. It had the virtue of being cheap, and since I would be quitting my job and disappearing, that would be a good thing for the short run. I had to leave town; the humiliation she had laid on me was more than any man could deal with. I didn't know who her lover, this Hugh, was—wasn't all that interested in finding out either. But, whoever he was, he had the goods on me, and I was sure the stuff he'd heard my wife spewing out about me and my miniature dick would be news at six o'clock for sure. Anyway, I wasn't waiting around to find out.

I called in to work the A.M. and quit over the phone. My boss was furious. But, I knew I would have been harassed and put down even worse than I already had been if I hung around. She was sure to come after me; I mean I paid the bills didn't I. Well, I may have been her cuckold, but I wasn't going to pretend I was thrilled by the fact.

I was able to get my final check before the day was out. I'd had to pick it up though. Henry, my boss, had held it over my head forcing me to come in and talk to him. I had, and I explained the problem giving out as few details as possible; he'd been grudgingly empathetic. Anyway, that check and the two thousand I was able to pull from my savings would have to do me until I found another job and got settled, in. I'd left her with the checking account, the rest of the savings, and the house; but apart from that we were quits. Divorce? Not on my account. Why bother. I wasn't planning on making the same mistake twice. If she decided she wanted to cut the cord; then she'd have to do the dirty work and pay the lawyer.

I got lucky less than two weeks after I left: I was hired on in the next township over from our town. The job was a little different than my old one. I would be repairing machines instead of running them. Billings Custom Jobbers was a large company and happened to have need for someone with my experience. I knew the lathes, drill presses, the whole schmear; hence, my new job description; pay was almost the same, and there was just me to support now. It was the nights that were bad. All I could think of was my ex-wife, that's how I thought of her, and the things she'd said about me. Okay, I was bitter.

******

"No, Hugh, we have to cut the cord here. My husband's left me, and I'm not sure I will even ever see him again. I can't risk playing house anymore. I really can't," said Claire. 

"Can't you catch him at work?" said Hugh.

"He quit yesterday. He took money from the savings and has just disappeared. His boss has no idea for where. He could be anywhere," she said.

"You said he was cool with it, Claire, what changed?" said Hugh. 

"I fucked up. The woman I set him up with to pacify him was a hooker, like I said. When he found out..."

"Oh shit! He found out; I mean he didn't know! God, I feel for the guy. How fucking humiliating," he said.

She looked down. "Yes, I guess it was. I can't believe I was that stupid. Anyway, you and I have to cool it for a while."

"Does he know who I am?" he said.

"He knows your name. He thinks you're just some guy I picked up in the bar," she said.

"Yeah, well that's true isn't it. That you picked me up in that bar a year ago is only a detail, right?" he said, laughing. "Why are husbands always so fucking clueless?" he said.

"I tried to get him involved for the longest time," she said. "Finally last week, I made the decision and kinda forced him to go along with it; now it's blown up in my face. What a mess."

******

It'd been a year since that night. I was working and I was drinking, and I was still sad as hell. I was discovering the reality of just how hard it is getting over one you've invested so much in. Psychologically, I wasn't ready for singlehood. 




The Decision



I spent most of my evenings and days off at The Tuna: a sawdust joint with a couple of mature, but cute bartenders. If there was a definition of MILF, Samantha McGovern was it. Five-six, B-tits, and a triple A-plus ass. Her partner in crime was Joy Montrose: short, pleasingly plump with a superior rack. And, yeah okay, I had asked each of them to go out more than once. Results? Zero. One can imagine the state of my ego; it twern't real good.

I looked at the calendar on the wall behind the bar. It was Friday evening all right, and I was sittin' in the bar, again, when she plopped down on the stool beside me. I didn't recognize her at first, but she looked familiar. She just smiled.

"Ann." she said.

"Ann? Who—oh my. The pros—girl I almost had a date with," I said, trying to salvage the moment. "What in the world!" Well, I was surprised.

"The sheriff in the last town gave me a choice, so I live here now," she said.

"Oh, and the name's Abigail, Abigail Ross, I mean my real name," she said. "You're here, so I'm guessing your marriage crashed and burned. Am I right?"

"You might say that," I said. "I have to ask. The bar isn't crowded right at the moment. Why next to me? I still don't..."

"Pay for it?" she said. I didn't say anything, but my look was a definite affirmative. "I'm not working tonight."

"But, you're..." I started.

"Still a lady of the evening? Yes, of course. It's a living," she said. I turned back and stared at her features in the mirror behind the bar.

"What? You're too good to talk to me?" she said. I turned again to look her up and down. She looked nice in her little pink sundress.

"Of course not, but why would you want to talk to me? I ain't got nothing to give you," I said. "Oh, and you do look very nice." Well, she did.

"Well, I am kind of an expert when it comes to people, if you will; shoulda been a damn psychologist, actually. You look lonely. I'm hungry. Maybe we could go get something—you pay of course," she said, laughing.

"You that hard up," I said.

"For a date? No. For cash? Yes. It's been a little slow," she said.

I threw a ten spot on the bar, stood, offered her my arm, and we left. I figured at worst I'd be hearing an interesting story. And a story I got!

"You order for me," she said. I had the feeling she didn't want to offend me by ordering something too expensive.

"Abig—Can I call you Abby," I said.

"Sure, no problem, a lot of folks used to," she said.

"Abby, you can order anything you want. I make enough to buy food for us," I said. She studied me for a moment. 

"Okay, then; the sirloin." It was more of a question than an order, but I nodded to the waitress who was writing it down. 

"Double that order," I said. I ordered the appropriate wine to go with it. 

"You don't have to go broke over me," she said.

"Abby, what's the matter? You okay?" I said. "A girl that looks like you should have guys fawning all over themselves to serve you and buy you sirloins. What's the matter?"

"Just life," she said. "I'm a fucking whore—that's redundant isn't it—I'll probably end up with some disease or other and broke to boot. Like I said, just life."

"Quit this shit your doing and get a job. You're obviously literate; be a secretary or something," I said.

"I have a record, Gary. People don't hire secretaries with records," she said.

"Prostitution?" I said.

"Well yeah," she said. "What else." I didn't know her; she was instrumental in destroying my marriage—though not at fault per se; she was next to desperate; and I was a man, my job to help a damsel in distress—right?

We talked about her problems and mine for an hour as we ate and drake the red house wine that proved to be not too bad.

"You still love her?" she asked. I sat back wiping the last of the steak sauce from my lips.

"On some level, yes. But, it's immaterial; she doesn't love me; that's clear," I said.

"Why doesn't she love you?" said Abby.

"Don't know, really. The malaise of married life I guess," I said.

"Women, Gary, as they make it to middle age, start to doubt themselves. I'm thirty-nine. I don't feel as self-assured as I once did, even a few years ago.

I refuse to use the term 'mid-life crisis,' but I suppose it is accurate. Does she have a boyfriend she cuckolds you with?" she said.

"No, I don't think so. I guess I am a technical cuckold on account of that one night; the last night of our marriage, or at least of our living together," I said.

"You're not divorced?" she said.

"Don't know for sure, but I haven't received any papers, and I didn't start the proceedings," I said. "So, I'd guess not. She could have found me easy enough if she wanted to: social security number, credit cards and stuff. Wouldn't have been too hard; I mean if she wanted to."

"Ever thought about going back and talking to her, I mean now that it's been so long?" she said.

"On and off," I said. "But, I guess I don't have the guts." She smiled at that. 

"I'm betting it's the same for her," said Abby. "From what you said tonight she's likely stressed the hell out over all of this and wishes that she had the guts, as you say, to do something positive. You should man-up and give her a chance. Hell, you've already been humiliated beyond the pale; what's little more humble."

I eyed her thoughtfully. "I don't know. If I found her with another man, I don't know what I'd do. The image of a thing like that would kill me."

"I could make a call," she said.

"Huh?" I said.

"The sheriff that kicked me out of town?"

"Yeah?"

"He's my brother. He's ashamed of me, but he loves me. He made me leave because of the shame I'd brought on our family when I was arrested. My six months in jail did it for him. He almost rode me out of town at gunpoint," she said.

"You're brother?"

"Yes, he's a cop. Kinda high up too, I guess."

"Why couldn't he have seen to it that you got a get out of jail free card?" I asked. 

"He has in the past, but this last time: well, a couple of reasons. One, it was my third arrest. Two, he wanted to teach me a lesson. The judge who got my case had the same idea," she said. "Anyway, I might be able to find out a few things about your wife's situation if you care."

I didn't say anything. I just looked away. I didn't want her to see my eyes misting over. I thought about Claire every day, but for some reason, Ann, I mean Abigail, bringing her up was different. Abby was sure right about one thing, I had been and remained, humiliated beyond the pale.

After dinner, I had taken her home and she had given me a sympathetic look. "I'll call Merle in the morning," she said. "Relax, you're certainly going to be no worse off than you are now, and maybe you'll be better off."

She'd asked me in for a cup of tea, but I'd demurred. I needed time to think. Meeting Abigail was almost too unbelievable to be believed, but it had happened. Helluva a coincidence. The odd thing was that I kinda liked her—as a woman!

Thinking about her, I assessed the situation. Here was a small woman, a little on the short side at maybe five-two. Her brown hair was middle-of-the-back in length, fluffy, and wavy. She had nice breasts and a great looking butt. I could imagine that she could have brought a high price on an exclusive call girl market. So why, I wondered had she gone the way she had. If any kind of a relationship between us were to ensue, I'd be asking her about that; it didn't make sense, but then, my assessment was based only on what little I knew, and that was little.

******

She watched as her Hugh as he lay sleeping. He snored lightly, did Hugh. Well, he'd had a hard night fucking her; she could understand the deep sleep that possessed him. Why him and not her husband was the question that continually assailed her. But she knew: it was simply a matter of cock size and the skills that went along with it. Hugh had both size and skill; Gary had neither. Hugh was an understated seven and a half; Gary was an overstated five and a half. Hugh could go ten minutes nonstop; Gary, had no endurance, and blew his load uniformly in less than two minutes. There was no comparison.

Still she loved Gary and did not love Hugh. Hugh was an arrogant asshole. Oh he had his charming moments, but mostly he was self-centered and generally selfish, except in bed; there, he seemed to get it, what a woman needed.

He stirred on the bed. She looked over at him once again.

"Hey there woman, got breakfast ready yet," he said. He wasn't kidding.

"It's your turn to make the meal," she said. I did put the coffee on." He grimaced. 

"Okay," he said. "I'll be down to take care of it in a minute; just let me grab a quick shower.

She was waiting for him when he showed up fifteen minutes later. She stirred the whitener in her coffee, as he pulled out the makins of breakfast.

"You look tired," he said, as he worked at the cooking.

"No, just thinking," she said. He stopped and looked at her seriously.

"Is he ever going to be history with you, with us? He dumped you a year ago. He's made no attempt to contact you or to apologize for his sudden departure. He's over, Claire; I'm your man now. You gotta divorce the guy and marry me. You know it and I know it," said Hugh.

"Hah! Him apologize? We killed his heart, you and I, why should he apologize to me," she said. "Besides, I won't marry you till you get a job; which is another thing Gary has over you; he supported me; I support you."

"Yeah yeah, Even so, if he were a man; he'd understand, and at the very least let you explain, and give you another chance. He ain't no man," said Hugh.

"He is a man, and I wish you'd stop talking smack about him. He never did anything to you. You on the other hand have commandeered his wife's body." said Claire.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You still love the—oaf," he said.

"Thank you," she said.

"Claire?" he said.

"What?"

"You have to start thinking about divorce. The lawyer can find him and have him served. I love you too, and you need to at least consider that. Right?" he said. She looked at him and nodded. 

"Yes, maybe," she said. "I'll think about it. And, while I'm doing that you get a job."

******

"So Merle, can you do it?" said Abby. He looked at her and smiled.

"You love this new guy, huh?" said Merle.

"Not sure. Maybe. I like him. We haven't done the dirty yet, but well, we haven't yet," she said, stopping short of saying anything else. "Anyway, so can you?"

"Check up on her? Sure. But, I won't be havin' the department involved. I have a friend or two in the private dick business," he said. She looked angrily at him.

"Oh, sorry, I meant private-eye," he said, realizing his mistaken wordology. She was only slightly mollified.

"Abby, this will cost you," he said. 

"How much?" she said. 

"They'll work cheap for me; they need me. A grand should do it. Get you a couple of weeks of loose surveilance," he said.

"That's cheap?" she said.

"You betcha. Their normal fee is $200 a day and expenses—each," he said. She nodded.

"Okay. Done. Please have them start immediately. I will get you the money by tomorrow. Okay?" she said.

"Yeah, that'll be fine," he said.

"But really, you really like this guy, this Gary fella?" he said.

"Told you already. I'm not sure, but maybe. Can we leave it at that, Merle? Please?" she said. 

He just smirked. If he could get her married maybe she'd stop the whoring around; their parents would be happy. He didn't say that he'd be checkin' out her new boyfriend too, but that was a foregone conclusion; she was his baby sister. She might be a cheap assed whore, but she was his blood, nothing came before that: not boyfriends, johns, hubbies, nothing, not to Merle Ross, police captain.

******

The two men watched them dance. The watchers were stationed on opposite sides of the room, holding drinks and conversing with whoever would take the time to socialize. The bobtail cameras in their lapels and the directional mics they had engaged—state of the art stuff—were working just fine, thank you very much.

They'd been on the job for two weeks. They'd seen about everything there was to see but the sex. The targets were lovers, no doubt about it. The sex had apparently been played out in the rooms they'd hired at the four different motels they'd used for the purpose during the period and at her house. Lots of audio and video. Captain Ross would be pleased, and they were pleased to please him.

******

She knocked on the door of his office. He looked up. "Oh, hi, sis," he said. She plunked down in the seat in front of his desk. He nodded toward the manila envelope in front of her.

"That it?" she asked.

"Yes, they're guilty as hell," he said. "Nothing illegal, of course, but it's more than damning if there's a divorce in there somewhere," he said. She nodded. 

"Thanks, brother mine," said Abby. "He already knew; he just wanted the evidence. Kind of a way to close the books on that chapter in his life."

"Abby, are you okay? You sure about this? I mean you and him..." said her brother.

"I think so, Captain. I think so. You'll be the first to know when I'm sure," she said.

They said their goodbyes and he watched her go. At least this new love interest, and there hadn't been but a handful, in her life he knew, seemed straight arrow. Hard working, intelligent, and non-violent. He'd do, if Abby chose him. 

******

"Yeah, they're still together, her and that Hugh guy. One of the shadows did say that she was a little less enthusiastic than maybe one might expect, but he was all over her virtually every time that they were together," said Abby. I just nodded.

"Well, it's not like I didn't expect it. She is a sexual being for sure. I just wasn't enough for her, I guess. It kills me to think thoughts like that, but what is, is," I said.

"Whaddya gonna do now?" she said. "You oughta just divorce her."

"I don't know. I kinda don't have the guts to do something like that," I said. "I wish I did. I know life would be a whole lot simpler."

"You've got plenty of guts, big guy, you just can't get over her. Even after all of it; you still love her," she said. I noticed what I thought were the beginnings of tears in the corner of her eyes; I wondered at that. All of a sudden I began to wonder just how much this girl really cared about me. I knew she liked me. I knew she wanted to be of help; but, was there more to it than that. What she said next put an end to my cerebrations.

"Gary there was something else," she said.

"What," I said, a little too impatiently. "What else?"

"That night, when everything came to a head, it wasn't the first time. They'd been at it for more than a year by then," she said. I looked at her like she had two heads. But then I had a moment of clarity.

Everything started to come together for me. Pieces of a puzzle were falling into place. It had been for a year before that night, more or less, that she had been trying to get me to swing. Oh yeah, now it all began to make sense. She wanted me to get into swinging so that she could have free access to this Hugh fellow. It must have really ticked her that it took so long for her to get me to surrender. Of course, it sure as hell didn't work out the way she'd planned. Well, how do you like them apples, I asked myself.

I must have been lost in my thoughts. "Gary? You all right?" she said.

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "It's relative." She smiled.

"A least you haven't lost your sense of humor," she said.

"Give me time, I'll be miserable again shortly," I said. Now she laughed outright. She came to me and kissed me. 

"There, that's just a little bit of therapy for you. And, there is plenty more where that came from," she said.

"Yeah, well leave me your card; I figure to need plenty more therapy pretty soon if I'm guessin' rightly," I said. She smiled, looked pensive for a moment, and then leaned in to speak to me.

"Gary."

"Huh?" I said.

"I think you need to see her one more time. You need to get closure. Go to her, get it done. Agree on divorce terms or whatever, but end it. You really need to get off and on," she said. 

In that moment, Abby had made up my mind for me. I would go to see her, Claire, one more time. I needed to do it if only to get a little yellin' and screamin' in for my team. Okay, and yes, I missed her. Just one more time, see her just one more time. Yes, I would do that, but there was one other thing I had to do first.

******

"Abby, we need to go out tonight," I said. "You up for it?"

"Well, okay, but what...?"

"Girl, frankly, I need to get into your pants. It's been a real long while for me; well, you know. I just need you, I mean the real you. We've never done it, and I don't really know why; but unless you want to see me jump off a bridge, you gotta help me out here," I said, I was being semi-serious. She smiled. 

"But, Gary, you do know I still do it for pay. I'm still a pro. I mean we don't' talk about it, but that's how I pay the bills. You know that right?" she said. My turn to smile.

"Yeah, I know. It sounds stupid of me, but I'm kinda proud of you, what you do. Anyway, I'm a favored customer, not just a john, right?" She nodded her agreement.

"One thing, Gary, I'm usually not into therapeutic screwing, except for money; but, in your case I will be making an exception. Tonight it is. I do however fully expect you to fall in love with me when you finally get things worked out with your soon to be ex. Got it?" she said.

"Definitely," I said.

"Oh, and one more thing: I have a date tonight, but I will be clear to go out with you after, say seven o'clock. Understand?" she said. I had visions of sloppy seconds. But, I was so horny that I was on the point of not giving a flying fuck!

I smiled broadly, "How fucking wonderful," I said. "Yeah, that's fine," I said. "That's just fucking wonderful."

******

I was a little early picking her up. She arrived at the same time I did. A black man, young, well dressed, driving a Corvette dropped her off: her john I thought.

At any rate, our date was interesting in the extreme. I noticed when I entered her the first time that she was a little loose. I wanted to ask her how her date had gone, but I didn't have the brass cojones for that. She was clean I noticed, no sloppy seconds.

We did it all. I took her doggie. I took her missionary, I took her on the kitchen table; then I sucked her anus like it was the fountain of youth, and then I fucked her there. She sucked my cock, she sucked my balls, she spanked me, and I spanked her. She yelled a whole lot louder than I did too.

By the end of the evening I had lost at least eleven pounds I was sure. She, on the other hand, wasn't even breathing hard. I was thinking maybe prostitution oughta be an Olympic event; maybe I could be a trainer; I'd sure as hell learned a lot.

A solemn thought came to me. I'd learned a lot from Abby in just one night. If I'd known more when I was with Claire, might she not have strayed? Sadness again overcame my good mood. Abby noticed.

"Thinking about her?" she said.

"Sort of. I was thinking if I had known what I now know, or think I know; would my marriage have gone in a different direction?" I said.

She smiled. "You are a quick study," she said. "But who knows. From experience I can say this. Part of the reason that men, and women too, cheat is boredom in the bedroom. But, more often it is a lack of empathy for the other person on the part of the individuals: they stop being concerned and take for granted each other's feelings and needs. It is usually not a matter of skill in the bedroom, not usually. Frankly, any moron can learn to be a good lover; it's in the human genome or whatever. That they don't is an error in judgment on a huge scale."

"Now, I'm a moron?" I said.




The Decision



"Well you are a male. Moron and male are practically synonymous terms," she said. She wasn't smiling.

******

She was still living in the same house. I wondered how she afforded it. Maybe he was paying the bills; Hell, I didn't know anything. 

The strange car in the driveway answered one question—probably—he'd moved in. But, I knew she hadn't divorced me, so I was sure that house was still half mine. I parked on the street two houses down. It was mid-day and it was Saturday and people were out and about. I got looks from a few of the neighbors as I walked toward my house. They must have been wondering what hole I'd crawled out of, but who knew for sure.

As I headed up the driveway, I paused in front of the car, his car. I heard laughter from the back yard. Well, I wasn't here to show my heels and pussy-foot the hell out. I came to talk to her. I was going to talk to her even if it ended up in a yellathon. I had to try.

I got halfway up the pathway to the patio when I heard my name. I stopped and waited. Why the hell I hadn't learned my lesson and just moved in to short shank the bullshit, I will never know. But, I didn't. I waited. Bad idea.

There was apparently more than just the two of them in attendance. 

"So when are you going to file and marry Hugh," said a female voice that I didn't recognize.

"Soon, I guess," said Claire.

"She needs a real man," said the strange female voice, "not that pussy she used to be stuck with. She needs you Hugh." Hugh laughed.

"Yeah, well, soon, Like the lady said. I got the cock, so the other guy's gotta walk. Ain't no doubt about that. Right honey?" he said.

"Yes, I guess so. I wish you two would stop talking about him though. He isn't here to defend himself, and you have no call to be talking about him anyway," said Claire.

"See sis," said Hugh, "she still sticks up for the wimpy little guy. I put up with it because I love her, but it sure does get old."

Well, that answered one question. The strange woman was evidently Hugh's sister. One big happy family.

"And you keep raggin' on him, for no reason," said Claire. "Yes, you're better in bed than he is; yes you're bigger than he is; and yes you're the better stronger man, but you also have a streak of arrogance that really needs to be gotten control of, Hugh Williams, and soon if we're going to be together. I really don't like it. I hope I'm not being vague here."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said. "But, I tell yuh, if wimpy was here, I would be running his high school ass out of town. He has been a burr in my bonnet ever since he cut and ran."

"Damn it, Hugh, quit talking him down. He isn't here, so just quit it," said Claire.

The other woman laughed. "Children, children," she said, "give it a rest. I'm payin' the bills around here, so do what I say."

Well, that pretty much told me where I stood and how Claire was getting the bills paid. I shoulda just turned and left, but I was not going to be called all of those names and let it slide. I made the decision. 

"Sorry to bother you, old boy," I said, walking up to the little group ending right in front of big dick. "Couldn't help overhearing. How about I run you off the property."

"What the..." said Hugh. "What the fuck are you doing here, little man? This ain't your place no more."

"Oh, but it is, asshole. Oh but it is. But what it ain't is yours. So leave—now!" I said.

He missed with the first swing, but the second one caught me flush on the jaw. I struggled to stay on my feet, but he kicked them out from under me and I went down. I flailed with my feet to try and keep him at bay, but he had the advantage on me, and soon I was a bleeding hulk. I made to crawl back toward the gate, but he kicked me in the ass each time I tried to raise up. I was hurtin' pretty bad.

All the time the women were screaming. Claire actually tried to push him away from me, but he shoved her down. Even his sister was trying to grab his arm and pull him back, but he was too big.

The whole melee only lasted two or three minutes. It would have gone on more, I was sure, but the cops broke it up.

I watched as Hugh was cuffed and led out. An EMT medic attended to me. I was in excruciating pain, hardly able to talk. Apparently I had a broken wrist—Jesus it hurt. They took care of it on the spot; ah, modern medical techniques. The cast immobilized the wrist and the hand attached to it. It had to be my right.—right! 

Claire was crying, Miz Williams was trying to comfort her. And Abby...

Abby was speaking to her brother just as the medic told me to take it easy and to keep it in a sling for a couple of days. I sort of listen to him, but I has half in and out of it from the pain. The pain killers were helping, but they were not a hundred percent effective yet. The cast was gonna be good for two weeks minimum, I heard him say. I was to check it out with a doctor after one of those.

"Well, lover, if looks like you got your butt kicked fairly substantially," said Abby coming up to me. 

"You get to talk to her?" she said. Why was she questioning me? Didn't she see I was hurting.

"Not really," I kinda squeaked. Mister Williams decided to entertain me first, so I didn't get the chance." 

"Want to now? I think she wants to talk to you," she said. I looked over to a still sobbing Claire.

"No, I can't okay. I'm fucking hurt, okay! The 

"Question. What are you doing here, and the cops?" I said.

Just then a middle aged man: six-four, two-fifty came striding up to us. "You oaky, man?" said the man.

"Gary, this is my brother Merle. I called him to have him follow you. I was afraid of something like this. I need you alive to fall in love with me; I mean as soon as you clean up your personal life," said Abby.

"I guess I owe you, or you might have been arresting Mr. Williams for murder," I said to the man.

"Yeah maybe," he said. 

"Well, I better go talk to the girlfriend. She looks like she's calming down a little," said Merle.

We watched as he headed over to the two women. I tried my best to pay attention as he talked to them for some few moments. Miz Willaims was animated, Claire seemed—what—shy maybe. I wondered at that.

Just as I was being freed from the clutches of the EMT guy, Claire broke loose and came up to me. 

"Gary, I don't know what it is, but we do seem to be meeting under the worst of circumstances these days. Anyway, as God is my judge, I am so sorry for what that man did to you. I am so sorry, really." With that, she turned on her heels and headed into the house.

"Well, that went well," said Abby. 

I wouldn't see Claire for some time. I did hear that Mister Williams pled out and got six months for beating the shit outta me. Well, my wrist heeled long before he got out; that was something, I suppose. I wondered if Claire was visiting him in the slam. Probably, I figured.

Things were happening out in the world that I had no knowledge of; well, not right away at any rate. What I was more than aware of was the intense pressure my new girlfriend and sometimes savior, Abby, was putting on me. She was with me most of the time now. She was still a working girl, but she always seemed to have time for me. Her johns were getting the sloppy seconds now, and I thought that ironic as hell; though the fact that she required condoms, always had, limited their experience in that little reality.

******

It was nine months since Hugh did his number on me. Thanksgiving was just around the corner. My family had invited me for dinner. I had always had an open invitation, but with my split with Claire it had not been in me to do family functions. I didn't want either the sympathy or the support. I needed to be left alone, and since I was out of town, it had been easy to beg off. This year Abby insisted that we go. 

I had misgivings about introducing my new lady to my very religiously doctrinaire parents: practicing Baptists since as long as I could remember. I was not a Baptist nor a practitioner of anything or any "ism." 

I was of the serious opinion that if we were going to do this, That is Abby and me go to the dinner, that my parents were going to have to know who it was that was coming. Not to tell them would open me and Abby up to some maybe bad stuff someday. I was not about to let that happen.

Some may argue, and with reason, that since we were neither married nor even engaged that there was no necessity to broadcast Abby's past. But that was the problem.

Abby didn't know it, but tonight was the night that I intended to propose. Oh yeah, talk about complicated. Well, what is, is, as I always say.

The divorce from Claire had gone through seamlessly. She had filed, asked for nothing, and I gave her half plus the house. She'd since sold the house, and had gone into business. She'd opened a dress shop, hired two seamstresses, and managed very well. She seemed to have a knack for it; well, surprises come when you least expect them; I think that's why they call them surprises.

We arrived at the house at around 2:00PM. Dad took me out back and handed me a beer.

"You know I like your girl, Gary. She's a winner. I think she has a surprise planned for you tonight. But, do not let on that I cued you, okay?" he said.

"No problem, dad, I have a surprise for her too," I said. I pulled out the ring I'd gotten two days before and showed it to him.

"Whoa, there cowboy. That's a very nice piece of glass you got there," he said. 

"It is isn't it," I said. "Set me back pretty good, but she's worth it." I had it planned. Once I'd asked her to marry me, I would be announcing her—job history. I had it engineered so as to allow us to make our escape in a hurry if things turned at all sour. The die was cast.

Back in the house Abby was all smiles. She'd not had Thanksgiving dinner with her own family either over the past couple of years. And, except for Merle, she had had no contact with them at all. Well, whatever happened it figured to be one hell of an evening.

******

"I invited Merle and his fiancé, for tonight, Gary. I hope that was all right. I did ask your mom first though, and she was okay with it," said Abby.

I smiled, so that was her big surprise. Well it was, and it turned out to be a lot bigger than I had expected.

I was seated at on the living room divan when they arrived. 

"Brother, thank you for coming," I heard her say to him. "And this must be your fiancé."

"Yes, it is," he said. I was staring.

"Gary," said Abby, "say hello to Merle and Claire." My mouth was still hanging open.

"Hello, Gary," said a clearly worried Claire.

"Uh—hi," I said. I don't think I'd blinked in the past couple of minutes. Merle took Claire's hand and led her following Abby into the kitchen. I think Abby talked to her for a brief moment. Me? I was still in a "waking" coma.

Greetings and welcomes over, we all got to egg-nogging it and settled down. Seeing Claire with her old family—in-laws—and acting the friend of the family was surreal, but it was real. Things just kind of got on more or less normally. 

Around 4:00PM, I guess Abby thought I was ready for my sit down with my ex. Evidently sheriff Ross, was good with my speaking to his—intended—in spite of our history. Talk about a complicated situation; oh, I said that already. 

I still planned to ask Abby for her hand, but that after dinner was under way. Mom, with Abby's assistance, was still getting things ready in the kitchen. Dad had pulled Merle off the battle lines and out on the same patio where I had clued him about my plans. Did I say things were a bit complicated.

Claire looked good, and she looked at me and headed for the front porch. It was clear that she expected me to follow.

"I see good 'ole Hugh is history," I said, coming up to where she stood near the porch swing. I felt a little put upon by the situation, but since I had my own agenda, I wasn't too upset.

"Yes, since he beat you up. I visited him once in jail to tell him we were through. He actually took it well and understood. I was surprised," she said.

"Hmm," I said.

"Gary, I was an asshole. We should still be married, and I should have your boot about three feet up my ass for all of the hurt I caused you," she said. "I was a fool—well—I was a fool for big cocks. Hugh had one; you didn't. It means a lot to some women, and I was one of those. I am not saying this to hurt you more. I'm just telling you, so you'll know."

I was wondering if Merle had a big dick. I didn't ask. "Was that all there was to all of that," I said.

"Actually, yes," she said. "It really was. And before you ask, I don't know."

"Huh?" I said.

"Merle. I don't know how big he is, and I won't until we are married. Gary, I need to ask you something. Would that be okay?" she said. I nodded.

"I would like your blessing to marry Merle. It may sound stupid, but I need to give you back a little of what I took from you. Anyway, that's it," she said.

This woman was just full of surprises. "Sure, you got it," I said. "I hope you'll both be happy. And, I hope his cock can satisfy you." Yeah it was a little dig, but just a little one.

"Unless he turns out to be a woman in drag, it will; I'm determined that it will," she said. I smiled at that.

"Gary, do your folks know about..."

"Not yet, but they will tonight. You're second to know, but I am asking Abby to marry me at dinner. I am also going to lay it on the line about her past," I said.

"Jesus, Gary, are you sure? I mean..." she said. "Does Abby know about any of this?"

"No, Abby's in the dark. But, yes, I'm sure about going ahead with it," I said. She shook her head slowly.

Two hours later we were all getting ready for desert. The evening had been boisterous and fun and kinda crazy. Merle kept leaning over to kiss his soon to be wife, and I kept fondling Abby under the table. Mom and dad kept giving me the evil eye, but everybody just laughed—including them.

I tapped the side of mom's favorite crystal glassware.

"A toast everyone, actually two toasts," I said. Mom, dad, Claire, Merle; this is a momentous evening. First, I want to congratulate Merle and Claire on their upcoming marriage. I wish them the best, and I know I speak for all here tonight." The here-heres were a moment or two in dying down.

I put down my glass and stepped behind Abby's chair forcing her to turn to see me. I got down on my knee. "Abby will you marry me?" I said.

Her eyes got as big as dinner plates. "Gary, I—I—I don't know what to say," she said. "You know I love you, but my..." she said. I think she was about to cry. Claire came around to her and held her.

"Folks, Mom, Dad. What Abby is trying to say is that she has a history," I said.

"Son, I'm sure that Abby's history can wait for another time," said my dad.

"No dad, I've made a decision, and part of it is that Abby and I are going to spend the rest of our lives together if she'll have me. The other part is letting everyone up front know our situation," I said.

Abby stood. She actually flashed a slightly angry look at me. "No, it's my situation," she said. 

"Honey, you don't need to..." my mom, started.

"Yes, ma'am, I do," said Abby. "There's no easy way to put this, so I'll just say it, I used to be a prostitute. I was one for many years, and alienated my own family, except for Merle there. He really is the best big brother in the world.

The look she got from me made her smile. I was shocked. I did not know she'd quit the business.

"Your son treated me like a I was a princess..."

My Mom's hand went to her mouth. My dad's face had darkened. He looked at Abby. "How long have you been out of the—business—Abby?" he said.

"For about one minute, sir," she said without so much as a trace of a smile.

For some reason that struck me as funny, and I broke up. Soon everyone was laughing their asses off.

It had been a helluva day.

******



The Decision



 Author's forward –

I receive a lot of criticism for the way I end some of my stories. I have lived a long enough life to know that at any given time life hits a fork in the road and it can go one way or another. These forks in the road can happen every few week, every few days, every few minutes or even every few seconds. I often leave my stories at one of these forks in the road so the reader can use his or her imagination to give the story the ending that suits them. I make no apologies for this – it is my way. If the reader lacks the imagination to decide what outcome he or she prefers it is not my problem.

And yes, this is my way of letting you know that this is another of those stories.

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The odds on it happening were maybe a million to one. Just guessing there since math never was one of my strong suits, but the odds definitely had to be high.

It was at Josie's company picnic. I was sitting in one of the porta-johns scattered around the park where the event was being held when a couple of guys walked up to use one of the other johns. They were laughing and one of them said:

"Could you ever be that clueless?"

"God I hope not."

"What do you think he would do if he knew Josie was in the back of Bill's van with Bill, Sam and Harry?"

"Maybe nothing. Maybe he knows what she does and he doesn't care."

"I can't believe that. Where is he now?"

"Charlie is supposed to be keeping him busy over pitching horseshoes and I'm supposed to get him involved in the volleyball game when they finish tossing shoes."

I'd just left Charlie at the horseshoe pits to come and take a quick dump. The talking stopped and I heard the other john door open and close. I sat there and waited and then I heard the door open and a voice say:

"Your turn."

The door closed and I kept waiting. A few minutes later the door opened and I heard:

"You been to the van for your turn yet?"

"No way Jose! I don't like sloppy pussy. If I can't be one of the first three I wo..." and his voice faded as they moved away.

Fuck no I didn't know, but I damned sure cared. I cracked the door open and peeked out. I saw the backs of the two men walking away. One was wearing a black Harley t-shirt and the other was wearing a green and white polo shirt. I knew who they were, but I didn't really know them. I'd been introduced to them along with a hundred others that I wouldn't see again until Josie's company Christmas party. I would attempt to get to know them better before the day was over and I'd select one of them to have a nice long talk with at a time more convenient to me.

I hurried back to the horseshoe pits before anyone started to miss me and wonder where I was. No sense in storming out to the parking lot to interrupt what was already going on. Best to keep looking clueless until I knew more – a lot more – about what my loving wife was up to.

Charlie and I had been beaten by two other guys and got out of the way to make room for the new challengers and we were standing there talking when the guy in the Harley t-shirt walked up to us. I remembered that his name was Todd.

"You guys doing anything right now?" he asked. "We need a couple more to play volleyball."

Charlie said he had promised his wife that he would spend at least a little time with her and the kids and he took off to find her. Knowing that it was Todd's job to keep me occupied I debated making him work for it, but decided not to. Better to be the unconcerned clueless husband for a little while longer.

After volleyball Todd and I sat at a picnic table and shot the shit. I asked him about his t-shirt since it was from a dealer in a town in North Carolina and he said he had at least thirty of them from different dealers in the country.

"I buy one when I'm out riding and I go into a town where they have a Harley dealer."

"You have a sled?"

"A 1975 Fat Boy that I rebuilt and restored."

"I had a 1986 Triumph Bonneville until I got married. Had to sell it because I couldn't afford a scooter and a car and the wife couldn't see going to the grocery store riding on the pillion."

White and green polo shirt joined us and seeing him from the front I remembered his name was Ryan. We sat there and talked bikes, cars and sports for about fifteen minutes until Josie and another girl walked up. Josie didn't look like she had been pulling a train in the parking lot, but maybe she'd been finished long enough to clean up a little and redo her makeup. 

"The burgers and dogs on the grill are ready" Josie said, "So if you guys are hungry better get it while it's hot."

We all got up and headed for the food. As I walked along with Josie I wondered how long she had been cheating on me. I'd have to say that Todd and Ryan were right; I was definitely clueless. I'd not ever had any reason to doubt Josie. I thought that she loved me as much as I loved her and that our marriage was rock solid. There could have been a hundred warning signs that Josie was doing something that she shouldn't be doing, but I'd never have noticed them because it would never have occurred to me that she was doing something she shouldn't. But from what I'd heard while sitting on the toilet she was not only doing something that she shouldn't, but had been doing it for some time.

I had to face it. You don't go from loving and faithful wife to pulling trains in a van overnight. You don't go into Thursday night a faithful wife and then suddenly say to your co-workers:

"Let's do something different tonight. Let's go out in Bill's van and I'll fuck all of you. Won't that be fun?"

I had no idea what I was going to do where Josie was concerned, but when I did it I would do it knowing a hell of a lot more that I did right then. What I did know was when. Josie stopped every Thursday evening after work for drinks with her co-workers. Every other night of the week she got home before I did so it had to be on Thursday night or during her working hours. But then I had to stop and rethink that. I bowled on Monday nights so it could happen then. And on a Saturday or a Sunday I sometimes played golf and was gone for up to six hours. Then there was her every other week visit to her hairdresser. Did I really have any idea how long it took her to get her hair done? She was usually gone four or five hours, but did her only take an hour? Or a half an hour? Or did she do her own hair when she showered after being with whomever?

I had done a quick appraisal on both Todd and Ryan while we talked and there was no doubt in my mind that I could take either one of them, but I thought that Ryan would probably be the easiest one to break so Ryan was going to become my font of information.

I managed to get through the rest of the day without letting anyone know that Frank wasn't clueless any more. On the way home Josie asked:

"Did you have a good time today?"

"It wasn't bad." I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye as I said, "It was very informative. I learned a lot about things that I would rather not have known."

I saw her face tighten and then she said with a slight catch in her voice:

"Like what?"

I looked over at her with what I hoped was a blank face and paused a second or so to let her tense up and start to fear the worst and then I said:

"Todd talked me into playing volleyball. It almost killed me. I couldn't believe how out of shape I am. I always thought I was pretty fit. I guess I'm going to have to join a gym and start working out. Maybe start jogging again."

I saw the tenseness leave her body and she said, "You can't be too out of shape. You have more than enough energy to ring my chimes when we go to bed."

"Oh yeah?" I thought. "Then why are you putting out for your co-workers."

We showered when we got home. She went first and when she was done and I was taking my turn and soaping myself I wondered what her excuse would be for not making love that night. I was sure that she wouldn't want me feeling how loose her pussy would be – would have to be – after being gang fucked in the back of Bill's van. I was therefore surprised when I came into the bedroom and found her spread out on the bed naked and waiting.

This presented a problem for me. Our usual love making sessions started with me going down on Josie and then her pulling me into a sixty-nine after which she would indicate what she wanted – missionary, dog fashion or cowgirl – and then when we were done we would cuddle until one of us indicated a desire to go again or we drifted off to sleep. Going down on Josie knowing that she had been gang fucked earlier did not appeal to me, but not doing the usual would tip Josie off that things were not right. I had to keep her thinking that I was still 'Frank the Clueless' until I knew more and was ready to take steps. I convinced myself that she must have cleaned herself out really good when she showered because she wouldn't want me to feel the residue of her lovers. So I sucked it up (no pun intended) and crawled between her legs and started munching. 

She didn't seem different to me, but then how would I know how to compare? As I worked on her I wondered how many times I'd done it after she had been on her back (or her hands and knees) with some other guys cock in her and I had to wonder if at those times she had cleaned herself out before we went at it. There was a time or two I thought she was really wet and once I had commented about it and she told me it was because she was super horny that day. According to her a couple of girls she worked with had described their wild weekend over lunch and their descriptions of what they had done had turned Josie on. I was so busy trying to make Josie scream that I didn't ask what the girls had done that had lit Josie's fire. If that was true and that was what really had Josie wet could it be possible that after hearing what they did Josie had decided that she had to experience it also? Is that what led her into the back of Bill's van? I'd probably never know.

Josie pushed and prodded me into our usual sixty-nine and then later had me do her doggie. I couldn't tell from eating her pussy that she had been gangbanged and I couldn't tell from fucking her that she had either. How could that be? I could understand her cunt tightening up after a couple of days, but a couple of hours? She came twice before I did and then she surprised me. Instead of snuggling up to cuddle like we usually did when I pulled out of her she spun around, took me in her mouth and went to work on rebuilding my hard on. I lay there wondering what had come over my wife. 

We had always enjoyed sex and we usually made love three and four times a week, but to spend all afternoon getting banged and then to come home and keep on going? Something had most definitely happened to Josie and I intended to find out what. She did get me back up and the second time she wanted it missionary with her legs up on my shoulders.

Sunday was usually a day when we both slept in late unless I had a golf date, but that Sunday Josie woke me up early by fondling my cock until I was awake and then she said:

"Give you any ideas?"

It did.

I spent the day doing yard work and working around the house and wondering if my wife was becoming a nymphomaniac. The only other explanation that I could come up with is that she was feeling guilty over cheating on me and was trying to assuage her guilt. Sunday night was a repeat of Saturday night and I fell asleep exhausted.

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Monday I told my boss that I suspected that my wife was cheating on me or was about to and I asked if I could work through my coffee breaks and lunch period so I could leave early and be in place to follow her when she got off work.

"I've been there son and I know what you are going through. Take what ever time off you need and don't worry about your breaks and lunch period. I won't dock you any time."

I was parked up the street from where Josie worked ten minutes before her quitting time, but I wasn't there to follow Josie; I was there to follow Ryan. I followed him for two days and each day he stopped to have dinner at a Denny's and then went straight home. I checked out his apartment complex and figured out the best way to do what I was going to do. I didn't follow him on Wednesday night; I was at his apartment complex waiting for him to get home. I was behind one of the pillars that supported the staircase up to the second and third floors and when he put his key in his door and started to open it I came out from my hiding place. Five quick steps and I was behind Ryan and I put my shoulder into his back and sent him staggering into his apartment. I followed him in and kicked the door shut behind me. He recovered quickly and came at me and we exchanged blows. For a second or two I thought that I might have chosen wrong, but then I caught him a good one on the chin and it dazed him just enough that I could knee him in the crotch and he folded.

I took the zip ties out of my back pocket and secured his hands and feet and then I muscled him up onto his couch. I put and hand under his chin, lifted his head until I could look him in the eyes and then I said:

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can answer my questions freely or I'll beat the answers out of you, but either way I won't be leaving here until I'm satisfied that I know everything that I want to know. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

He nodded a yes and then I told him that I had been in the portable toilet when he and Todd had walked up and I'd heard what they said.

"So what I want to know is how long has it been going on, when and how did it start and who all is involved. So start talking."

"It started about two months ago and it involves all of us in our section except Josie and Fred. Fred is newly married and won't cheat on his wife and while Josie wants to join in she says she can't without you being okay with it. She just doesn't know how to bring it up to you. That's what the deal was at the picnic. Todd and I saw you go into the john and then we walked over and said what we said. You were supposed to come out of the toilet and go storming down to the van."

"That doesn't make any sense. She won't do it unless I said it was okay, but I'm supposed to run down to the van, jerk open the door and catch her doing it?"

"You wouldn't have caught her doing anything except playing cards with Sue, Marge and Billie."

"You are making this up as you go along right? Do you have any idea how stupid this sounds?"

I drew back to smack him and he said, "I know it sounds stupid. It sounded stupid to me when Josie told me her plan and I told her how dumb it sounded, but she was pretty sure that it would work. You were supposed to go to the van, pull open the door and then stand there dumbfounded as the four girls looked at you and then Josie was going to say:

"What? You look like you expected to find something else?"

"Then one of the others would say, "Well, we all know what Bill uses this van for" and Josie would look at you and say "Is that what this is about? You expected me to be in here with Bill? Well he is a hunk and it might have been fun" and then Billie would say "He is a hunk and he is damned good in the sack. You ought to give him a try." 

I looked at him as if he was from outer-space and he caught the look and said:

"I know, I know; dumb, really dumb. Anyway then Marge was going to say "If you do Bill I have first dibs on your hubby" then Sue was going to say "I'm next after Marge" and Billie would say, "Oh no you guys don't. We draw for who gets him first." Then Josie was going to say "How about it Frank? You want a taste of Sue, Billie and Marge? Should I go and get Bill?"

"You can't be serious."

"Not my plan man. I just played my part. I didn't think it had a prayer of working, but Josie was sure that if you knew you could tap Marge, Billie and Sue without Josie getting pissed off at you you would go for it. There wasn't any Plan B if you didn't take the bait and go storming down to the van. All I know is that the girls are working on another plan."

"Go back to the beginning. How did it start and how did Josie get involved?"

"You won't believe me if I tell you. Hell, I was there and I still have trouble believing it."

"Try me."

"It started during one of our Thursday nights after work. Up until that night all we had done was have a few drinks, bad mouth management and maybe dance a little to the juke box. But what made that night different was that Charlie had left work early for a doctor's appointment. He saw his doctor and then went to the bar to wait for the rest of us. Charlie can get a bit loud and pushy when he gets a snoot full and that night he had a two hour head start on the rest of us.

"Maybe an hour after we got there Charlie and Billie got up to dance. When they came back to the table and sat down Charlie shocked us when he said out loud to Billie:

"I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it.'

'Then Billie stunned us when she said, "Okay. You taste it and if you do a good enough job with your tongue I'll let you fuck me." Then she looked around the table and said, "As long as I'm in the mood anyone else want some?" Bill said, "Hell yes and we can use my van" and the three of them went outside to the parking lot. What none of us knew at the time was that Billie had just found out that her husband was fucking his secretary every day on their lunch hour and Billie was thinking about revenge when Charlie said what he said. Anyway, about ten minutes after the three of them left Mike got up and said "I've just got to see this" and he went outside. None of the four were back by the time the rest of us had to go home, but Bill's van was still in the parking lot when we left."

"How does Josie figure into that?"

"She doesn't, at least not then."

"Go on."

"The next day at work during morning coffee break Bill, Charlie and Mike told the rest of us what happened in the van."

He stopped there and I told him to finish it.

"When they got into the van Billie pulled her skirt up to her waist, took off her panties and layed back on the mattress. Bill was the first to get his pants off and he went to climb on top of Billie, but she pushed him away and told him that the deal was Charlie had to eat her pussy before anyone got to fuck her. Charlie got down between her legs and started eating her and Bill moved up and pushed his cock at her face. She tried to avoid it, but he grabbed her head and pushed his cock in her mouth. Once he was in she started sucking him. After several minutes Charlie pulled his head out of her pussy and started fucking her and when he came Bill took his place. While Bill was banging her Charlie stuck his cock in her mouth so she could suck him hard again. While that was going on Mike joined them. He watched for a bit and then undressed. Before they were done they had three-holed Billie a couple of times." 

"Three-holed?"

"Yeah, you know; a cock in her mouth, pussy and ass at the same time."

"I still don't see where Josie comes into to this."

"Sometime during the day the girls got together and Billie told them about what went on in the van and she told them that she had loved it and was already looking forward to the next Thursday. For the next week that's all anyone talked about and on the next Thursday when Billie asked who was going out to the van with her Todd and I jumped up and said it was our turn. The three of us went out to the van, but before we could get started everyone was there wanting to watch. There were too many of us so we all chipped in and got a motel room.

"The room had two beds and me, Todd and Billie got on one of them and the others stood around and watched or sat on the other bed and watched as I fucked Billie while she sucked off Todd. I finished and Todd took my place and I took his place in her mouth. By the time Todd got his rocks off Sue and Charlie were naked and fucking on the other bed and Bill and Marge were going at it on the bed next to them.




The Decision



"Josie had her panties off and was finger fucking herself while watching the action. Phil undressed and walked up to her and tried to pull her fingers out of her pussy so he could fuck her, but she wouldn't let him. I was busy trying to work my cock into Sue's ass so I lost track of what was going on between Josie and Phil, but the next time I looked their way they were kissing and Phil was finger fucking her while she was jacking him off. That's all she did though. It was the same for the next three weeks. She would let you suck her tits and finger fuck her and she would give you a hand job, but that is all she would do. She wanted to join in and once she was even on her hands and knees getting ready to suck Charlie's cock, but at the last minute she pulled back, said she couldn't and just jacked him off."

"That's it?"

"That's all I know about. I know Billie and Sue have gotten together with Charlie and Bill on nights other than Thursday, but I don't know about any of the others."

I cut the wraps loose and then said, "This little talk never took place. If I find out that you have mentioned it to anyone I'll burn you. You and Todd are the only single ones in the group so if I find out you have told anyone about this I'll make sure the husbands and wives of the others find out about what has been going on and I'll make sure that everyone knows the information came from you. Got it?"

He nodded a yes and I left his apartment. As I drove home I had the answers to at least two of my questions. I know knew why Josie's sexual appetites were fired up and I knew why she had been so wet the times I'd noticed. She was wet from getting off on some one's fingers. I was not at all happy with my bride. She might not consider having another man's hands on and in her body and his mouth on hers and on her tits as infidelity. She might not feel she was cheating as long as actual fucking didn't take place, but I didn't see it the same way. Granted, her body was hers to do with what she liked, but when she said "I do" she had given me exclusive rights. I didn't yet know what I was going to do, but I was not happy. I was not happy in the least. And there was something else. Something about my talk with Ryan didn't ring right, but I couldn't put my finger on it, but it would come to me eventually.

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Josie was hot to trot that night; probably in anticipation of what she would be watching the next night. Or maybe actually participating in if she were to give up on involving me or somehow getting my approval.

Thursday morning I decided to throw some shit into the game. Over breakfast I said:

"I think I'll swing by and join you at the bar after work tonight. I had a pretty good time at the picnic with Todd and Ryan and I think I'd like to get to know them a little better."

I didn't say "Would you mind" or "Would it be all right with you" I just flat out told her I was going to be there and then waited to see what she would do. She didn't sound too enthused when she said:

"That would be nice. I'd like for you to get to know the guys I work with a little better."

As I drove to work I was thinking that there would be some interesting conversations in her office that day.

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It was maybe an hour after lunch and I was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom when what I had been thinking about on my way home from my talk with Ryan came back to me and I realized what it was that bothered me. What he'd said was too 'practiced' if that is the word I was looking for. It was almost like he was reciting from a script. Well practiced and memorized. Done well, I'd have to admit that, but just enough 'off' to plant something in my mind. I was going to have to do some more digging.

I left work early and hit Wal-Mart. They had a digital voice operated recorder that had a thirty-seven hour capacity and I bought two of them. Next stop was Radio Shack (I bought the recorders at Wally World because they were cheaper there) where I bought a lapel microphone with a cord that would plug into the recorder and a package of alligator clips. Then I headed over to where Josie worked. I watched her and her co-workers leave and then I went around the building to the loading dock. Josie's company had the third and fourth floors and they got off at five. The company that had the first and second floors was open twenty-four/seven and I knew the loading dock wouldn't be locked.

I was taking a gamble that I thought no one would expect me to take. I went through the loading dock hoping not to be noticed, but not really worried if I was. I had come through it once before and when the loading dock foreman had seen me and asked who I was and what I was doing there I told him I was there to surprise my wife. It was her birthday and I was going to take her out for a night on the town. If I got stopped I'd give a similar story. 

No one saw me and I made my way up to the third floor. I crossed my fingers and hoped that everyone was gone from the office and then I went in. The floor seemed quiet and I quickly moved to Josie's work area. It took a few minutes to find a suitable hiding place for the recorder. From its hiding place it would be able to record anything said around Josie's desk and it would pick up her side of any phone conversations. If it were to be found by accident no one would be able to connect it to me. I got out of the building and as far as I knew no one had seen me.

I drove over to the bar and joined my wife and three of her coworkers – Todd, Ryan and Sue. Three guesses as to where the others were. As I sat down at the table with them I wondered if Ryan had talked and that Josie, Todd and Sue knew that I knew what they had been up to. They didn't show it if they did.

Todd, Ryan and I talked motorcycles and took turns dancing with Sue and Josie until it was time to head on home. Todd, Ryan and Sue were still there when Josie and I left and I wondered if they had enough time to get in a quick one with Sue before she had to get home to her husband and kids.

That night for the first Thursday in a month Josie didn't come after me when we went to bed. I took that to be further proof that our increased sex life was fed by either guilt or the excitement of what she had been doing. When she didn't make the move I did just to see if she would put me off. She didn't, but the wild unrestrained passion of the previous Thursdays wasn't there and there was no morning sex either.

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I left for work at my usual time and drove a couple of blocks away and waited to give Josie time to get out of the house and head to work and then I went back home. Out of my toolbox in the garage I got my wire cutters and wire strippers. I cut the microphone off of the wires it was attached to, stripped the wires and put alligator clips on them. I plugged the cord into the recorder and then went down to the basement and found the phone wires where they came into the house. I stripped the outer casing off the phone line exposing the four wires inside. I ignored the black and white wires and stripped the coating off of the red and yellow ones. I attached the alligator clips to the bare wires and then I went up to the kitchen, took out my cell phone and called the house phone. The phone rang and I answered it, said "Testing, testing" and then hung up. I went back down to the basement and checked the recorder and saw that the counter had advanced. I rewound it, hit play and heard "Testing, testing" and then I rewound it again and headed off to work.

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When I got home from work that evening Josie had dinner ready and she gave no indication that she suspected that I knew anything about what she had been up to. I remembered Ryan saying that Josie and the other women in the group were working on a new plan and I wondered what it was and when they would put it into play. There was no sex on Friday night and I was up and out of the house by seven to meet three friends for a round of golf. I would get home around two and since Josie was usually up by eight on Saturday she would have six hours without me around and maybe she would use some of that time to talk to her co-conspirators or for all I knew invite them over.

My game suffered that morning because I couldn't concentrate on it. I kept thinking about the situation with Josie and wondering what might be on the digital recorder when I checked it. I got home a little after two and Josie was in the basement doing laundry so I couldn't get to the recorder and then it was time to get ready to go to her Cousin Laurie's birthday party. I had to wait until Josie went shopping Sunday afternoon before I could get to the recorder. There were several calls I had to skip through to get to the one that was interesting.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's me. Is he there? Can you talk?"

"Yes. He's out golfing."

"I'm dying of curiosity. Anything new to report?"

"No. Why would there be?"

"You mean he still hasn't said anything?"

"No. I'm watching him close and so far he hasn't let on that he knows."

"Have you decided what you are going to do?"

"About what?"

"About Thursday nights."

"You already know I'm not going to do anything until I can find a way to talk to Frank about things."

"Why are you playing games girlfriend? You want to do it. You know you want to do it."

"I won't be unfaithful to Frank and I've told all you guys that."

"Get real Josie. You already have been unfaithful. Phil, Charlie and Mike have all had their cocks halfway down your throat. Just because you haven't given up your pussy doesn't mean that you are still true to your hubby."

"That's not the way I see it Sue. My pussy and ass are Frank's and no one else's unless he says I can let someone else have them."

"Bull hocky girlfriend. The only reason you can still say that is because Marge and Billie pulled Todd off of you the last time we were all together."

"What do you mean?"

"You were so into giving Phil a blow job that you weren't paying any attention to anything else. You were on your knees gobbling Phil's dick and your ass was up in the air and waving and Todd stepped up behind you. He had his hands on your hips and a half inch of cock into you when Marge and Billie pulled him off. He had his cock starting in you and you never even noticed. I'd bet everything I have that if Frank hadn't interfered Thursday and you had gone to the motel with the rest of the guys you would have been on your back with three of them in you before you went home. The truth is that you want to do it, but are afraid to bring it up to Frank and it is going to happen whether you bring it up to him or not. Either talk to Frank and get him on board or quit stopping with the group because if you keep stopping it will happen whether you want it to or not."

There was a second or two of silence and then Josie said, "Todd really had his cock in me?"

"Just enough to start parting your lips. A half second more and he would have been all the way in."

"And I never noticed?"

"You weren't concentrating on anything except seeing how much of Phil's cock you could swallow."

"Well it is a pretty nice cock" Josie said and Sue laughed.

"Oh yes indeed it is girlfriend and the fact that you just said that is all the proof I need that with or without Frank's blessings you are going to become a full fledged member of the group and soon. I'd bet on the coming Thursday. Hey! Got to go. Hubby just pulled into the garage."

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As I walked back up the stairs my mind was in a huge tangle. I loved Josie. I loved her enough that I would have died to save her if it ever came to that, but loving her or not there were some things a man just could not tolerate, I wasn't at all happy with the finger fucking and kissing and hand jobs, but I figured I could work by them. But blow jobs? That was a different breed of cat and I didn't know that our marriage could survive that.

I didn't know if I could compose myself enough to face Josie right then so I went outside and busied myself doing yard work. I was cutting the grass when Josie got home and I went from that to pulling weeds out of the flower beds. I was washing my car when Josie called me in for dinner and then I did my best to keep up my end of the dinner conversation. After dinner I went out into the garage and found things to do to keep me busy and keep me from going into the house and having to be with my wife.

Eventually however bedtime was upon me and I went into the house, up to the bedroom and then into the shower. When I came out I found a naked Josie waiting for me on the bed and for the first time ever I told Josie that I wasn't feeling well. I could see that she was stunned by that, but I ignored her, slid under the covers and rolled onto my side with my back to her. After some hesitation she snuggled up against my back and I fell into a fitful sleep.

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In the morning I was up and out of the house before Josie woke up and I spent most of the day at work not getting anything done as my thoughts on the situation with Josie rolled over and over in my head. By quitting time I still had no clear idea of what I was going to do. I did know that I needed to get my head out of my ass and get back to acting natural if I wanted to keep Josie confused. It was obvious from the conversation between Josie and Sue that Ryan had informed Josie and probably the entire group that he had blown the whistle on them and that Josie now knew that I knew. She had to be on pins and needles waiting to see what I was going to do and I wanted to keep her on that edge. To do that I had to act natural and keep on pretending I was "Frank the Clueless." That meant that if she offered pussy I needed to take it. But even at that there were limits. I would not be kissing the mouth that had sucked Phil's, Mike's and Charlie's cocks and let her think what she wanted to about that.

I left work early and was waiting when Josie and her bunch left work. I went in through the loading dock and up to Josie's desk and retrieved the digital recorder and once again I was sure that I hadn't been seen. I played the recorded as I drove home. There was a bunch of work stuff that I wasn't interested in and then it got to a place where I was. Once again it was Sue talking to Josie.

"What happened when you left?"

"Nothing."

"He didn't say anything? Do anything?"

"Not a word. He is acting like he doesn't know."

"You couldn't tell that he knows?"

"No, he hasn't shown a thing."

"I don't believe it. How could he not show something after Ryan told him everything?"

"I don't know, but maybe it was because Ryan didn't tell him everything."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Remember that we coached the guys not to mention the blow jobs if Frank came after any of them? We told them to only tell about the fingering and hand jobs. Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe he is still thinking about things. Maybe it is a case of Frank not being all that upset over what little Ryan told him and he is still trying to make up his mind about what to do. Maybe if Ryan had told him about the blow jobs he would be reacting differently. I'm hoping that the fact he hasn't confronted me means that he is thinking about doing what I hoped we could steer him into with the van setup. Maybe he is trying to talk himself into it. All I know is that I'm not going to do anything. He knows, I know he knows and I'm going to let him run with it and see what he does."

"Is that safe?"

"If he was going to go off on me he would have done it by now."

"What was he trying to do last night?"

"I don't know. I hoped he was going to bring it up with us and maybe indicate he wanted to be a part of it, but he didn't so maybe all it was was a way to keep me from being in the motel with the rest of the guys."

"So that's it? Wait and see?"

"Yep; wait and see."

There was a lot more on the recorder, but it all had to do with work. There were some sounds that I took to be the cleaning crew moving around in the office that evening or over the weekend and then some good mornings and how were your weekends. A couple of business related talks and then Sue and Josie again.

After an exchange of good mornings Sue asked, "Everything still the same?"

"As a matter of fact no. For the first time ever Frank wouldn't make love to me. I was ready and he turned his back on me."

"That isn't a good sign."

"No it isn't."

"What are you going to do?"

"What can I do? I just have to wait and see what happens."

"Yeah, but what are you thinking? You going to give up on Thursdays or just keep things going the way they are and hope?"

"I don't know Sue; I really don't know."

Just then Josie's phone rang and the rest of what was on the recorder was all work related.

Josie had dinner ready when I got home and we both acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Josie asked me if I was feeling better and I told her that I was.

"I think it was just a mild touch of stomach flu."

She smiled and said, "You left me horny last night and I've been carrying it around with me all day. Think you can help me out tonight?"

"I wouldn't be the bit surprised." 

I helped her with the dishes and then we watched some TV until bed time. Once again Josie was naked and waiting for me when I came out of the shower and I crawled between her spread legs and started eating her pussy. She moved into a sixty-nine and we went at each other for about five minutes and then she pulled away from me and swung over me and rode me cowgirl style. After we had both gotten off she went down on me and got me hard again and that time she wanted me to "puppy fuck" her which is what she called dog fashion. It took a supreme effort on my part to keep it up as I remembered her Saturday conversation with Sue where I heard that she was on her knees ass up sucking Phil's cock while Todd was getting ready to do her doggie. I managed to get the job done and Josie snuggled up against me and we fell asleep.

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Tuesday and Wednesday passed with the two of us giving Academy Award performances as two people who had no secrets from each other. We did make love Wednesday night and when we were done and snuggled up I wondered if she had noticed that I hadn't kissed her in over four days. I had spent the time since hearing the Saturday conversation doing an awful lot of soul searching and by Wednesday evening I had decided what I was going to do. 

I did love Josie and I loved her so much that I couldn't make a decision on my own so I took the cowards way out and dumped the decision onto her.

I woke up early Thursday morning and set the scene and then I left the house and headed out. I stopped at a Waffle House for breakfast and then went on into work. When Josie got up and came down to the kitchen to get her first cup of coffee she would find the kitchen table set for her. In the middle of the table she would find three sheets of paper. On her left the paper was a list of the names of the people she worked with. On the right was a blank sheet of paper with my wedding ring sitting in the middle of it. Between the two sheets the third piece of paper sat with only two words in big block letters on it.

"Your choice."

I would have my answer when I got home from work. She would either be home...or she wouldn't.



The Decision



Thank you to my editors Penn Lady and WanderingScot for editing this story, it makes my stories a much better read.

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I see all these TV shows and movies where everyone seems to cheat. For some reason people who watch these shows don't seem to mind the cheating but in reading stories, the wife is usually considered a slut and should be hung until dead.

Now the husband seems to come across a little different. Some say he's a guy and it's expected. Others feel that he made a mistake and the wife should forgive him. We also have the readers that say to cut his balls off, cheating is cheating.

This story is about a wife who catches her husband cheating, among other things, and wonders how she should deal with it. She does meet another man whom she likes but does her best to be a faithful wife.

We'll hear from all three participants. The husband Paul will tell his story, followed by Linda, the wife. Then we'll hear what Mike has to say; deep down he is in love with Linda.

Linda has a decision to make. She must choose between Paul, to whom she has been married for seven years and with whom she has no children or Mike, an old friend and the Superintendent at her school, whose wife died and left him with two daughters. Hope you enjoy the story. 

Chapter 1: Paul

I'm sitting here in my apartment, hoping to hear from my wife from whom I have been separated for the last four months. Our divorce will be final a couple of weeks before Valentine's Day if I can't get her to change her mind.

I met Linda at a wedding, she was a friend of the bride and I was a friend of the groom. She is a redhead and built like a brick shithouse. Why do they say that? It's not a very good description of Linda. I have never seen a good-looking shithouse. She is and has always been a beautiful woman.

She is medium height, has an hour-glass figure, great rack and a beautiful ass. At the wedding she wore a silky red blouse and a tight black skirt, high heels and was easy on the eye.

I had played football and was well known throughout college and the neighborhood, but that was years ago. I was known as somewhat of a playboy but I thought I would give it up to be with a woman like Linda. I was now an automobile claims adjuster and had to go out of town two days a week, almost every week. Being single, it wasn't too bad: just go to the nearest lounge and find what I needed for the night.

I walked over to meet Linda. Her girlfriends were giddy when I came over and introduced myself. Linda said hi and introduced her friends and then I asked her to dance. She stared at me for a few seconds before accepting.

When we were on the dance floor we hardly moved our feet. I just wanted to hold her, she smelled so great. We spent the rest of the wedding reception together. If another guy came over and asked her to dance, I answered for her and told them she was with me. I think she liked me taking charge.

I took her home after the party and she let me kiss her but that was all. I knew she was going to make me work for more. I asked her out to a football game the following Saturday and almost every Saturday after that. I bought season tickets as an alumni.

Linda had graduated from the same college as I had, four years later. We never dated in college. It was a big school and you never meet everyone.

Thinking back, it was Valentine's day seven years ago before I got to home plate. She was worth the wait.

We became a couple and only dated each other. Everyone thought we belonged together, we got along so well. Me, an ex-playboy and her being kind of a flirt. I do have to say I did get a little jealous when I saw her talking with other guys. I guess because I figured I lived my life being horny, she did too.

She was thirty when we met and we got married six months later.

Life with Linda was good. Whenever I approached her for sex, she never denied me; she was a great lover. Once she gets hot she makes a lot of noise and would do almost anything.

I often wonder how many men she has been with. She always says she's just a normal woman but I've been with a lot of women and she's one of the best, sexually, that I've been with. When I do oral on her she almost always comes and she isn't afraid to return the favor. She prefers for me to come in her pussy but from time to time I like to come on her breasts.

She doesn't take any kind of birth control. She says if it happens, it happens. Since she is an elementary school teacher she is always around kids, and her brother and sister have kids so it's not like we don't have kids around. During one of my physicals I did have a sperm test and the sperm count was low but still possible. I never told her about it.

On one of my trips I decided to have sex with this woman who seemed lonely. At first I felt bad about cheating on Linda but this was just some horny sex, not an affair.

I love Linda, I really do but I also like strange pussy. Just about every time I'm on the road I have sex with women I meet in the bars. Some are married and out looking for a good time, others are single or divorced. To be honest, I prefer the married ones. They have as much or more to lose as I do. It's not too often that I fuck the same woman more than once but it has happened a few times.

I watch a lot of adult movies when I'm on the road. There sure is a lot of porn out there. I like the ones with cheating wives and even some of the voyeur movies. I often wonder if Linda cheats on me or what would it be like to watch her with another man. I bet that most men have at least thought about this sometime during their marriage.

Whenever Linda and I talk during sex I ask her if she would like to have other men fuck her and get her off. She always says she made a vow to be true to me and she was keeping that vow. But, deep down I do wonder if she's being honest with me. We never talk about our earlier sexual experiences. She always says it's in our past and is going to stay there.

I often pictured her with her legs spread wide and some guy pounding her pussy. Whenever I think this way my cock gets hard. I wonder if it will ever happen. I honestly don't know how I would feel if a fantasy of her with another man became a reality.

I do believe if I ever found out she ever cheated on me that I would ask for a divorce. I know that makes me two-faced but I'm just telling you how my crazy mind works. A woman who cheats can't be trusted but if it was a swap or we both agreed to it, I believe I would look at it differently.

I know what you're thinking. I cheat so should she dump me? The answer is 'Yes', she should but I hope it never happens. As I've already said, I love her. I really do. I do my best not to get caught. Maybe someday I'll stop, I've tried a few times but I'm pretty weak when it comes to pussy. Maybe I need to get caught to get rid of this addiction. If it ever happens, I hope Linda takes me back and forgives me.

****

Time to tell you what happened recently. 

A young couple moved into our apartment block, and I found out that this young man was a part-time teacher at the same school where Linda taught. We were at a party at one of our friend's houses. This man, Carl, and his wife, Lisa, came up to us.

After introductions Carl asked if he and his wife could join us at our table. Before Linda could answer I told him it would be fine. Linda gave me one of those looks like, 'Why did you do that?' Later, when we danced, she told me about Carl. For now, being the wonderful woman she is, she invited them to sit down.

It turned out that Carl was twenty-four, and Lisa just twenty. He'd graduated from college three years ago and was a substitute teacher. Given that someone was out nearly every day due to vacation or illness, Carl had been subbing at Lisa's school frequently. 

I wondered how a substitute teacher and his not-old-enough-to-graduate-college wife could afford an apartment in our complex. Before I could figure out a tactful way to ask (not that there is one), Carl volunteered that his family was wealthy. He could afford to sub because he had a trust fund. (or whatever)

While Carl told us about himself, I watched Lisa out of the corner of my eye. She was petite, had sassy short hair, and was sexy as hell. She looked young enough to be our daughter. When she talked to me her husband smiled. The looks from Linda were not so good. Now when Carl looked over at Linda I could feel he liked her. She was pleasant to him but I could tell she was apprehensive.

Now I had a problem, I wanted Lisa. I never played around near where I lived; you don't shit where you eat, as the saying goes. I should have left her alone, but I got hard just looking at this young nymph.

We were having drinks and my mind was working overtime. Without checking with Linda, I asked the others if they would like to go to a football game the following Saturday. It would be held in a nearby city. I had two extra tickets but they would have to pay for their own room. They jumped at the idea. Linda did her best not to show her anger.

She loosened up after a couple of drinks and became a bit friendlier. I danced with Linda and she told me she would tell me about Carl later but that he was always making passes at her at school and she was uncomfortable around him.

I told her that she was with me and I'm sure the young man wouldn't get too stupid. I'd be there to take care of her. She smiled, leaned over and gave me a kiss. I loved it when she had a few drinks in her.

Carl asked Linda to dance, and she agreed, albeit reluctantly. I could see he held her close but she was smiling so I figured she didn't mind.

In the meantime I danced with the little vixen. Damn, she was hot and flirty when I was with her on the dance floor. She held me close enough so she could feel my cock against her belly. One time I slid my hand down to her ass and she just smiled. I moved my hand back quick before anyone noticed. I knew I had to have this woman, at least once. The problem was: how was I going to do it?

On our way home Linda was mad at me for making the double date with Carl and Linda. Carl made her uncomfortable, and as far as Lisa went, she was almost young enough to be our daughter and acted like a slut. I think Linda was jealous of Lisa, probably because she was so young.

I tried to explain that I was just trying to be a nice neighbor and that since she worked with Carl it seemed like the right thing to do. Linda said as long as I was there she guessed it would be alright. She called me her protector, her knight in shining armor.

We agreed to go to the game and meet at the stadium. We would each get a motel room for the night so we wouldn't have to travel after we had been drinking. 

Everything seemed like it was a go for Saturday. It was September so we didn't have to bundle up for cold weather. We packed some nice clothes because we intended on going out that evening after the game.

On Monday Linda headed off to school. I had the day off since I would be on the road Tuesday and Wednesday. It was still morning and I decided to go down and use the hot tub. I wasn't there five minutes when Lisa showed up in a tiny bikini.

"Wow, good seeing you here. Is Carl coming down?" I asked, hoping he wasn't.

"No, he had to go to work this morning and I thought I'd come down and relax a little," replied Lisa.

We talked for the best part of an hour. Damn, she looked good, and I told her so. We were flirting and I kept trying to figure how to have sex with this young vixen and not hurt my marriage. I could see the outline of her pussy in her wet bikini. I was pretty sure she was shaven.

After we got out of the hot tub, I walked her back to her apartment. I had a hard-on looking at this teeny bopper. She might have been twenty but she sure looked a lot younger. 

When we arrived at her apartment, she invited me in for coffee. I was concerned about my wet trunks, but she got me a towel and .said it would be all right to sit on that.

I watched her shake her little butt as she walked around the apartment. I kept my hands in my lap hoping she didn't notice my condition. When she came back with the coffee she handed one to me and sat down right next to me. She looked at my hard-on and asked if she was responsible for it.

"Yes, as a matter of fact you are," I said as I leaned over to kiss her.

She put her hand up in front of her face to stop me, smiled, and said, "Naughty, naughty, you're a married man. I don't think Linda would approve."

"And Carl would?" I replied.

"Yes and no," said Lisa.

"I don't understand. Would you care to explain it to me?"

"Paul, Carl and I have an open marriage. Sometimes we swing with other couples. I don't do other men unless Carl does the wife. It's a rule we set and it works for me. I know Carl has other women and I don't care, but I know he would divorce me in a second if he knew I cheated on him."

"I don't get it, he can cheat and you can't? Seems a bit unfair."

"Paul, Carl's family is rich and I can have anything I want. I don't work, I relax and go shopping, and do whatever I want. I can even have sex with other men as long as Carl does the wife. Who knows, someday it may change."

I couldn't believe this. Here was a young woman I would love to have sex with but she couldn't do it unless her husband had sex with my wife. I couldn't see that happening. 

I must have looked a bit dejected because Lisa said, "It's not all that bad. Maybe you can convince Linda. I know Carl has the hots for her, he told me so. He loves to do other men's wives."

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Carl told his wife he wanted to fuck my Linda. I knew I should be mad but I wasn't. Maybe it was because I wanted my cock in Lisa at any cost.

Lisa looked at me. "We can play around a little; you just can't fuck me."

She reached over and put her hand on my cock. "Can I see it?" 

I didn't know what I was doing but I slid my bathing suit to my knees and let my cock out. Lisa smiled as she put her little hand about half way around it.

"It's big, I like it. Will you jack -it- off for me?" 

"What do I get in return? Are you going to take your bikini bottoms off for me?"

She smiled as she took them off. I saw she was completely shaved; she spread her legs a little. I watched as she took a finger and put in into her pussy, all the while smiling at me. I could tell she was hot. Maybe I'd get to fuck her anyway.

"Why don't you do me and let me finger your pussy. I think that would be a lot more fun."

She reached over and started pumping my cock. I had my hand between her thighs and she had to spread even further apart. I slipped two fingers into her pussy. I could smell the sex in the room; she was hot.

It wasn't five minutes before she had an orgasm, coming all over my fingers. She made a lot of noises. It wasn't a minute later that I came like a geyser, my cock shooting straight up. The remainder of my cum was all over her fingers.

"That's all for now," said Lisa. "Please convince Linda to swap. I want that big cock in me. Just so you know, when we go to the game, Carl is bringing a little Ecstasy to help if necessary. I really do want to fuck you,; please don't let me down."

There, I had it. If I wanted to fuck this vixen I had to help set up my wife. 

Before I left Lisa's apartment she took off her bra and let me squeeze her tits. She let me grab her by the bare ass and squeeze it too. "Who knows, maybe you can fuck my tight little ass," said Lisa as she kissed me on the cheek. "See you at the game Saturday."

I went back to my apartment wondering what the hell had just happened. I knew I wanted to fuck this little cock tease but at what price? That night I made love to Linda but was thinking about Lisa and I know it's been awhile since I've come that hard, even Linda asked me what had gotten in to me. She said whatever it was to keep it coming.

All week I couldn't keep my mind off of Lisa. I decided to let it play out and just see what would happen. I wasn't going to say anything to Linda. I knew she would say 'No' if we talked about it.

****

On Saturday we met at the stadium. After saying our hello's we went up to our seats. Both women were dressed for the game and Carl seemed happy and thanked me for inviting them. 

Our team won so we were thrilled and looking forward to celebrating. We went back to the hotel, arranged to meet in the lounge, and went to our respective rooms to change.

Linda said again that she couldn't understand why we were going out with such a young couple. We didn't seem to have a lot in common.

"Honey, just go with the flow. They seem nice enough, and we're not that old. So, let's just have fun and enjoy the evening."

"Ok, I guess as long as I'm with you everything will be fine. You're my man and protector."

I had to wonder what she meant by that remark. Had Carl or Lisa said something to her? Did she expect something to happen? 

Linda dressed in her red silk blouse and black skirt, my favorite sexy outfit. She slipped on her heels and we headed downstairs to the lounge. 

My eyes widened when I saw Lisa. Her dress was halfway up her thighs and the top showed a lot of cleavage. I don't think Linda thought much of the outfit but she didn't say anything; she was that kind of person.

We had eaten at the game, so we just ordered snacks and drinks. Carl said since we were all spending the night, that we could all get drunk. Lisa said she liked to get high. Linda mentioned that she wasn't yet twenty-one, so how would she get drinks?

"No, I order pop and Carl gets straight shots and I mix them at the table. The bartenders know but since they only served me soft beverages, they don't mind. Besides, I don't really drink that much. I get high on other things."

I had to wonder what the other things were. I'm not sure what Linda was thinking either. We had gotten drunk and high quite a few times but we had never used drugs. I often wondered what it might really make a person do. Does it really change them?

We had our drinks and I know it loosened me up quite a bit and I think it did Linda also. We were all laughing and having a good time. I asked Linda to dance and we headed to the dance floor. While we were dancing Carl said he would order us another round of drinks. I think we must have been on at least our fourth round. We were all feeling pretty good.

It was a slow song and I was holding Linda close. I slid my hand down to her ass and squeezed. Damn, she had a fine ass.

"Paul, don't, I think Carl and Lisa are watching us," said Linda.

"Hell, you're my wife and I don't care if they see me squeezing my wife's beautiful ass." We both laughed.

I was holding her close and looking over her shoulder at Carl and Lisa sitting at our table. After the drinks arrived I saw Carl take out a small container and put a few drops of liquid in all our drinks. He looked at me as he did it.

Well, I guess it was now or never if I was going to go along with Carl and Lisa. When we sat down Linda took a big gulp of her drink. I picked up mine and took a sip to see if it tasted different - it didn't so I went ahead and drank it.

The girls got up to use the ladies' room. While they were gone I asked Carl what he put in the drinks. He said it was just something to make us all more aware of what we wanted. It would take about twenty minutes before we would start feeling the effects. He wouldn't tell me what it was but he did say to invite him and Lisa back to our room later.

When the girls got back Carl asked Linda to dance. She looked over at me and I nodded, then I asked Lisa to dance as the other two went to the dance floor.

Carl put his arms around Linda but she wouldn't let him pull her too close. Lisa on the other hand pulled me as close as she could. I pulled back some before Linda had a chance to see. I could feel the drugs starting to affect me a little - at least I think it was the drugs.




The Decision



I watched as Carl pulled Linda closer to him. She didn't give a lot of resistance. He slid his hands down to her ass and she said something and he moved them back up to her waist. A minute later I watched him squeeze her ass and she closed her eyes. Carl smiled as he moved his hands back up.

They played another slow song and Carl and Linda stayed on the dance floor. Lisa and I returned to our table. I had my hand on her thigh and she pulled it up higher till I felt her panties. "Rub me, baby," she murmured.

I couldn't help myself, she felt so good and I began to get hard. I looked up and Carl had pulled Linda up against him and was squeezing her ass again and again her eyes were closed. I had never seen her like this. She had never let another man touch her like that, at least in front of me.

When the song ended Carl took Linda by the arm and led her back to the table. She was quiet and seemed a bit confused. She took her drink and drank it straight down.

She looked over at me. My hands were now back on the table.

"Paul, I'm feeling really out of it. Could you take me up to our room?"

"Sure, honey." I took her by the hand and we headed to our room. I wasn't sure what would happen next but I knew I was horny.

We went up in the elevator and Linda didn't say a word. I think she was wondering what had happened to her. We went into our room and she sat on the bed. About three minutes later there was a knock on the door. I answered it and it was Carl and Lisa.

"Can we come in? I brought the rest of the bottle of rum and we stopped at the vending machine and bought a few Cokes. There's probably enough for one last nightcap for each of us. Then we'll go to our room."

I looked over at Linda who nodded her head and Carl got the plastic glasses and made four drinks. Lisa was talking to Linda, telling her what a wonderful time they had. I watched as Carl spiked the drinks again, only I'm not sure if he spiked them all.

He handed a drink to Linda and Lisa. He then gave me one and took one himself. I could see Linda was feeling it, and I felt tipsy myself. All I could think of was watching Linda get fucked, and fucking that little nymph Lisa. Nothing else mattered.

Carl found some slow music on the radio and asked Linda to dance. We had two double beds in our room; Lisa and I sat on one watching Carl and Linda dance.

His hands went straight to her ass and he pulled her close. I heard her say, "Carl, my husband is sitting right there. You shouldn't be touching me like that."

Carl laughed. "You know, you have one nice ass. I love squeezing it." 

"Thank you, but I'm married, I should be with my husband." 

Whatever Carl had put in the drinks had made Linda slur her words.

I stood up asked to cut in. Carl stepped back with a smile and sat next to his wife. I had both of my hands squeezing Linda's ass and she picked up her drink and finished it. After setting her glass down I sat on the bed with Linda and began to kiss her.

Carl turned off the room light and put on the night lamp. I pushed Linda back and continued kissing her. She kept kissing me back. I began to unbutton her blouse and had all but one undone when she spoke up.

"Paul, there are other people here, they'll see my tits."

I knew she was drunk. She rarely uses words like tits, fuck and the like.

"It's ok, honey, they're doing their own thing, look and see," I said.

She looked over; Carl had Lisa's top and bra off and was kissing her tits. 

Linda didn't say anything as I undid the front clasp on her bra and started sucking on her nipples. She was off in another world and didn't realize that Carl was pulling off her skirt and panties. While he was busy undressing her I was still kissing her. 

After a few minutes, I got up and went over to Lisa. When Linda looked up she saw Carl between her legs eating out her pussy. She looked over at me and said, "Why, Paul? Why?"

I saw a tear run down her cheek as she grabbed Carl by the head and said, "Eat my pussy, Carl! Eat me till I come!"

I couldn't believe my wife even saying something like that. Lisa said, "Don't worry about her. She's getting what she wants. It's time for me to give you what you want.

She pulled off my slacks and briefs and took my cock in her mouth and gave me a fantastic blowjob. About half way through she gave me a little blue pill and said it would make me last a lot longer. She also said that Carl had taken one.

I moved up on the bed as Lisa got on top of me and slid down over my cock. Damn, it felt so hot, nothing like I had ever felt before. It was as though the drugs made the nerve endings in my cock even more sensitive. Lisa was fucking the hell out of me. I saw her juices running down my shaft every time she moved upward.

God, I loved this tiny young body and what it was doing to me. Up, down, up, down, Lisa moved. Her juices were running out of her and onto my pubic area. I was squeezing her tits and she asked for more. She leaned forward and I nibbled on her tits.

At one point I glanced over at Carl and Linda. He had her legs spread and straight up over his shoulders. He was pumping his hard cock into her. I could hear her scream asking for more cock. I swear I had never seen her like this. She was moving like a bitch in heat.

This all went on for quite a while. I was fucking Lisa from behind when I came in her. I didn't get completely soft after coming so I rubbed my semi-hard cock on her pussy and transferred a lot of our juices on to her asshole and slowly pushed my cock in. This was something that Linda and I rarely did. She said it hurt too much, but Lisa was loving it. It took me a few minutes but I did get my entire cock in her ass and just held it there and listened to her howl as she had a huge orgasm.

The next thing I remember was waking up the next morning. I was in the bed that Lisa and I had had sex in and the other bed was empty except for the rumpled up covers.

I heard the shower going and wondered who was there. I lay on the bed wondering what this morning after was going to be like. I had to admit it had been one hell of a night of sex. Seeing your wife fucking another man and fucking the hell out of a sex nymph like Lisa was something else.

It was odd but I started feeling remorse. I couldn't get the pictures of Linda asking another man to fuck her out of my mind. Now I almost wished it had never happened. I never knew that Linda would like it so much and I honestly didn't think I want to ever share her again but I had to find out how she felt.

When Linda came out of the shower she was very mad. She asked me how I could do such a thing and said she wanted to go home.

At home she packed up a suitcase and said she was going to her sister's for a couple of days. She didn't want to be around me.

She told me she was getting a divorce and I could use the next few days while she was gone to pack up my personal belongings and move out. I tried to talk to her but she wanted nothing to do with me.

That all happened a few months ago. Our divorce will be final in less than three weeks. I tried my best to apologize and did all I could to make it up to her. I believe I even had her family on my side. 

I have been talking to her now and then and have asked her out for Valentine's Day. I have special plans made and I told her we could start from scratch. We can leave the past in the past. I still love her and believe she loves me.

It was a mistake doing what I did but I felt I paid the price and I wanted to start a new life with her. Now I was sitting here waiting for her answer.

Chapter 2 Linda

I met Paul at a friend's wedding. He was easy on the eyes and I knew about his past. He had even dated the bride, a friend of mine, a couple of years ago. I knew he was a playboy in college but was hoping he had outgrown it.

I had gone to college to become a teacher, and I did. I will say up front that I was a rather normal student. I studied, got decent grades and wasn't afraid to party. I wouldn't put myself in the slut range but I did enjoy sex.

I had a couple of boyfriends in college but I didn't want to be tied down. I had a career to start, and that was what mattered most. I wasn't against dating, and I figured someday I'd find the right guy and then be monogamous.

After graduating with a degree in teaching I found a good job at an elementary school. I loved helping young people learn. I dated a bit but never found that special person till I was thirty when I met Paul.

He was good looking and had a great personality. We hit it off right off the bat and danced until it was time to go home. He dropped me off but I didn't want him to think that I was easy, even though I wanted him. I kissed him goodnight, and he was quite the kisser, but I didn't go any further. He told me he had season tickets, and we made plans to go to a college football game the following Saturday. 

After our second football game Paul brought me home and I invited him in. 

We made love twice that night. It was then I fell in love with him. Good looks, nice personality and a great lover. I figured I found the man of my dreams, and six months later we were married.

Paul is a claims adjuster for an insurance company. He was often away two days a week but it was always great sex when he returned. 

I had a busy schedule, anyway, so I wasn't pining for him. I taught, corrected papers, attended school events, visited family all the normal things one does in their life. 

After a few years of being married our sex life fell off some. Don't get me wrong here. We still made love on a regular basis and it was always good but it did make me wonder if Paul might be getting some elsewhere.

He would often ask me about my past, but I told him I was just a normal college girl. I would never tell him how many men I had been with or give him names. When he questioned me about things like that, it made me wonder about him.

He asked me a few times if I had cheated on him. When I asked him what brought that up he said that he knew I flirted with his buddies and other guys when we went out.

"Paul, I have never cheated on you and never will. Yes, I flirt a little but it's nothing. I would never do anything to hurt or embarrass you." I wondered if drinking made him feel insecure. Or, worse, that he had cheated on me and thinks I've cheated on him.

I have not and do not plan on it. I love Paul.

Our life has been a good one, aside from this. We have a lot in common but we each do our own thing as well. I love exercising and keeping in shape, and I spend a lot of time going to school activities. 

My friend Mike, the school superintendent, lost his wife last year in an auto accident. He has two beautiful daughters aged six and eight. I fell in love with these two little girls and do all I can to help them.

Mike's house was only two blocks from our apartment and I often stopped by to see the girls. The days that Paul was away I would cook dinner for Mike and the girls and visit for a couple of hours. It beat being alone.

At first Paul accused me of cheating on him until I invited the girls to our apartment. Then he realized that they were just two little girls that had no mother and that I felt sorry for them. 

I will say Mike is a wonderful guy, but I made it a point to only visit when the girls were there. I didn't want to jeopardize my marriage. Besides, Mike has been dating again; sometimes I even watched the girls while he went on dates. Some woman would end up with a good man with two wonderful daughters, and I hope she appreciated them all.

****

At one point, Paul seemed to be...different. It's like he getting older and felt like he had missed out on something. We started going to our college football games again. I went to about half the games with him. 

We went to a party one night and he invited a young couple to come to the game with us. I had a bit of a problem with this because he never asked me first. The man, Carl, is a substitute teacher at our school. He's only twenty-four and has tried to flirt with me time and time again. He says he likes older women. 

His wife looks like a teenager, although I learned she was twenty and they'd been married a little over a year. They just weren't the type of couple that we would usually go out with. Deep down I had to wonder why Paul had invited them to go with us. I was relieved that we were going in our own vehicle and meeting them at the stadium. If it didn't go well, we could always say we didn't feel well and go home.

After the game we went back to the hotel to change. I wore my white silk blouse and black skirt. Paul always liked me in that outfit; he said it made me look like a sexy teacher. I was glad I had shaved my legs because I didn't want to wear nylons

When we arrived at the lounge, Carl had on a sports shirt and jacket, as did Paul. Lisa wore a very short dress. It was at about half-thigh and v-neck cut. Maybe I just felt a little jealous of how young she was, but to me she looked a bit slutty. Paul didn't seem to mind, which didn't surprise me.

We ate snacks and ordered drinks. I noticed that Carl ordered a soda for Lisa. After all she was only twenty and the drinking age was twenty-one. He also ordered a shot of rum and Lisa poured it into her glass. I guess it was their way of getting past the drinking laws.

When Lisa said she never drank much and had her own way of getting high I thought back to when I was in college. I had drunk and used sex -enhancing drugs. I guess I was somewhat of a wild child after all. I remember how I felt after taking the drugs; they lowered my inhibitions. 

I'm so happy that I outgrew the need for drugs to enjoy sex. I'm not a sex addict and can enjoy it just when I want to. I don't need the stimulants and don't like what they made me do. I had to wonder if Lisa took drugs to get that 'fuck me' feeling.

I haven't taken any drugs since I left college over thirteen years ago. I guess I finally grew up. I never told Paul about my wild college days and have never used drugs around him. I never needed drugs to enjoy sex with him.

We had quite a few drinks when Paul asked me to dance. It felt good being in his arms. For some reason I felt protected. I agreed to drink because I felt he wouldn't let anything happen to me

While we were dancing he held me close. I could feel his cock against me when he grabbed my ass and pulled me to him. I mentioned it to him and he said that was the nice part of being married to me, grabbing my ass and not getting slapped.

We drank some more and Lisa and I went to the ladies' room. When we returned Carl asked me to dance. I was a little leery but I was feeling pretty good and it didn't seem like Paul minded. In fact he encouraged me.

I tried to make Carl keep his distance. Little by little he would pull me closer. I was a bit confused. I didn't want to dance that close to him but it felt good knowing I could turn a young man on. Before long he put his hands on my butt. I pushed them away but after a few minutes, he'd put them back and squeeze my ass.

He pulled me against him and I could feel his cock pressing into me. I felt fuzzy and I couldn't understand what was happening. I told him that my husband was watching us and he shouldn't be touching me like that. He ended up telling me I had a nice ass and I couldn't believe I thanked him for saying it. Normally I would have slapped him across the face. I wasn't thinking clearly. I must have drunk way too much.

When we got back to the table I asked Paul to take me to our room. I wanted my husband to make love to me. I hadn't felt this hot since my college days. We headed up to our room, but I couldn't get my mind clear.

I was sitting on the bed and the next thing I knew Carl and Lisa were there. They said something about a nightcap, and I guess I agreed because the next thing I knew I had a drink in my hand. I had drunk about half of it when Carl asked me to dance.

I set down my glass and he took me in his arms. Again he grabbed my butt and pulled me to him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I wanted a cock but I wanted my husband's. I told Carl that he shouldn't be touching me because my husband was there. I couldn't believe Paul didn't say anything.

Paul did get up and start dancing with me. I felt his hard cock too. As the song ended I finished my drink and Paul and I sat on one bed. He pushed me back and started kissing me, and after a while I realized he had undone my blouse and bra. I remember saying something about other people in the room and I looked over at Lisa and Carl. He had her stripped naked and was fingering her.

I didn't care anymore;. I wanted to make love with Paul. I felt my skirt and panties being removed. I realized that it couldn't be Paul; he was sucking on my tits.

Paul got up and the next thing I knew, Carl was between my legs eating my pussy. I looked over and saw Lisa sucking on Paul's cock. I remember asking Paul why he was letting this happen, but then I didn't care. I just wanted to be fucked. I didn't care who it was.

Carl must have fucked me at least three times, maybe even more. All I knew is it was as though I was back in college and fucking just for the sake of getting off.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep was Carl telling Lisa he got to fuck the holier-than-thou woman on the teaching staff. I fell asleep and when I woke up I started remembering what happened. I figured I was drugged. It's the only way that I would get that crazy. I had to believe that Paul was in on it. 

I began to cry, and forced myself up and into the shower. I needed to try and wash it all away.

****

After the shower I walked into the bedroom and Paul was staring at me. The anger and shame I'd tried to wash away came rushing back.

"How could you do such a thing? I know that I was drugged and you were aware of it. Why Paul? Why would you do this to our marriage? Did you just want to fuck that young girl so bad that you were willing to use me? Why didn't you just go fuck her like you've done with other women, why include me. Did you get off on watching another man fuck me?"

Paul responded, "Don't act so high and mighty. I saw you, I watched you ask Carl to fuck you. Don't act like you didn't like it."

"For God's sake, Paul, don't you get it? You let him drug me! And then you let him fuck me! Of course I like sex, you know that, but when we got married I promised that I would only give my love to you. You, Paul, you're the man I married and the only one I expected to be with. Apparently I haven't been enough for you."

"Look," said Paul. "Let's just put this behind us. We'll write it up to a bad mistake. I didn't really like watching another man fuck... having sex with you anyway."

"You still don't get it! I can't forgive you for what you did to me. Time and time again I thought about telling you that I knew about your affairs and one- night stands. I was hoping that you would grow out of it but instead you got worse.

"I trusted you. You were supposed to protect me but instead you used me for your own sexual perversions. Carl has flirted with me ever since the start of the season. I told him that I was happily married and to stay away from me."

I took a deep breath, but Paul didn't say anything. He stared at me, then at the floor. 

"You invite him over so you can fuck his wife and made me part of the deal. I want nothing more to do with you." I threw the towel down and started getting dressed. "Take me home. I'm going to my sister's for a few days and when I get back, I want you out of by the apartment and out of my life."

"You can't be serious. I watched you, you liked it. You asked him to fuck you and now you want to throw the whole blame on me?"

I couldn't believe he would try to turn this around on me!




The Decision



"I was drugged, Paul. I lost my inhibitions and was taken advantage of. Yes, I do blame you. I'm getting a divorce. I'll just tell people that I caught you cheating on me, that shouldn't surprise anyone. Enough people have told me they've seen you with other women. I always stuck up for you and told them they were your clients. I'm through lying for you." 

Chapter 3 Mike Speaks:

I've known Linda for quite a few years. She's about as nice a woman I have ever met. There was just something special about her. She had the looks and personality, besides being an excellent teacher.

I'm the school Superintendent in our district. I had been married for ten years when my wife was killed in an auto accident last year. I was devastated. We had a good marriage which had given us two daughters who are now eight and six. 

It was hard for the girls, without their mother. My sister did her best to help out when she can but she had a family of her own. I knew my girls needed a woman in their life, someone they could look up to. I wanted only the best for them.

After my wife's accident Linda volunteered to help out anyway she could. That's the kind of person she is. A couple of nights a week she would come over and make the girls dinner; she said kids needed good home-cooked meals. So whenever her husband was away for a day or two she would help out with the girls.

I want you to know up front that she did it for the girls. Linda and I were just friends. I wished it could be more but she loves her husband and would never think of cheating on him. My girls looked forward to the days that Linda would stop over. They said she was like a mom to them.

Linda never had any children of her own but she treated all her students in a caring manner. I've received more complements on her teaching than any other teacher in our district. She is a jewel.

Whenever my girls had any school events she would be there for them. For class trips she would always chaperone. I have to say that Linda was like an angel, she was one special woman.

We talked sometimes and I asked her if she thought it was all right for me to start dating. I wasn't sure, but it had been over a year since my wife's death. Linda told me that it would probably be good for me to move on with my life, and it would be good for my daughters to see that life goes on after a tragedy.

If I had had a choice, Linda would have been the woman I asked, but it wasn't an option. She would never cheat on her husband and I wouldn't want her to. Besides, she loved my girls and they would miss seeing her if I upset the apple cart. Nor did I want to ruin a good friendship.

I think I should mention that I travel from time to time and I've been in other cities and have seen Paul with other women. At first I thought he might just be with clients. I know he does insurance claims adjusting but once I followed him and I'm pretty sure you don't kiss your clients and take them to your room. I wanted so bad to bust his head open for cheating on Linda. In one sense I wanted to tell Linda but, I didn't want to be responsible for her possibly divorcing Paul.

For all I knew she might know about him and have her own way of dealing with it. One thing for sure, if she ever divorced him,. I'd be there for her.

One day in October, Linda came to school looking upset. I asked her if there was a problem and she gave me a smile and told me that maybe she would talk to me later.

That evening she came by to see the girls. I could tell she was still upset. After the girls ate dinner I asked Linda if she wanted to talk; I told her I was a good listener and it bothered me to see her upset.

My girls sat down to watch TV and Linda poured us a cup of coffee and we sat in the kitchen to talk.

"I left Paul. I found out he was cheating on me and I have had enough. He moved out a few days ago and I saw a lawyer yesterday. I'm divorcing him." She started crying.

I gave her a shoulder to cry on. I held her gently but didn't want to overdo it. I couldn't believe a man would risk a marriage with such a wonderful woman. We talked for awhile and I asked her if there was any chance for reconciliation.

"No, I already saw a lawyer and he has sent a copy of our dissolution papers to Paul. Because of the waiting period I have to wait till the end of January. Paul was going to fight it but I told him if he did I would file for a divorce instead and his whole cheating story would come out."

"Do you want to talk about it? Would it help to get it off your chest?" I asked Linda.

"No, it's just that when you love someone and they do you wrong it really hurts. I'll get over it, it will just take time."

"You know you're welcome over here anytime you like. The girls love you and I... really care for you too."

I couldn't believe that she hugged me. "You're a great friend, Mike, and I really do appreciate it. I just might take you up on the offer to visit more often."

She came by about three days a week after that. We grew closer, but it went no further than friendship. One day she asked me why I had stopped dating. I told her the women I was going out with were nice but not what I was looking for.

The real reason is that I was in love with Linda, but it was way too early to tell her how I felt. It was nice just having her over to visit. She told the girls that at home they could call her Linda but at school they had to call her Mrs. Harding.

I was getting some disturbing information on one of our part-time teachers. Carl Bradshaw had started this semester as a part-time teacher. He was young, married and came from a wealthy family. One day I called Linda to my office.

"What is it Mike?"

"I need your opinion on something work-related."

"I'll help in any way I can. What's this about?" Linda looked concerned.

"It's about Carl Bradshaw. I've been getting complaints about him flirting with some of the teachers, both single and married. I know he lives in your apartment building and well... hell, I'll just come out with it. Linda, has he ever tried to come on to you?"

Linda looked a bit stunned. "To be honest with you, Mike, yes he has. I told him to stay away from me or I would report him for harassment. He must have taken me seriously because he stays away from me now."

"Thank you,. I have to let him go. I can't have a substitute harassing my best educators. I can't tell you who they are but three different women came forward to tell me about him. He even told one of the ladies that you didn't seem to mind. That's why I asked you in."

After she left my office, I called Carl in and told him we wouldn't be needing his services any longer. He wasn't fired but we wouldn't be calling him to teach in our district. I was pretty sure none of the teachers involved wanted to file written complaints and I didn't want to put Linda though any kind of questioning.

The following week when Linda stopped by my house to see the girls, she told me that Carl's wife had stopped by her apartment and told her that they were moving to another school district. That was about all Linda had told me and of course it wasn't any of my business. Linda did tell me she was glad to see them move because having them living in her building was rather stressful for her.

Holidays and special events were approaching and my girls asked Linda if she would like to join us. First there was Halloween, then Thanksgiving and of course Christmas and New Year's. Linda told the girls she would love to spend some time with them but she couldn't make so many promises in advance, although she did promise to spend some time with them.

She came for several things, and I thought about asking her out for New Year's Eve. It would be the first time that we would be out on a date since I 'd known her and since her separation and pending divorce.

We spent some time together at our staff Christmas party. It was then that I realized how much I wanted her in my life.

I asked her if she would like to spend Valentine's Day with me. I would get tickets to a play and take her out for dinner. She gave me that beautiful smile and told me she would let me know.

Chapter 4 Linda 

After Paul moved out of the apartment he called me every week asking me to forgive him and to take him back. I still loved him but I knew deep down that I could trust him again.

He received the dissolution papers and at first said he was going to fight it. I told him if he did I would file for a divorce and list a number of his lovers, including Lisa, who I had talked to and who had told me the whole story on their plans to drug and seduce me so he could have sex with her.

The phone went silent. It was all coming out now, how he had used me and let another man have me just so he could get the man's wife. He couldn't cover it up and make excuses any more. He agreed to the dissolution but asked me if I could keep the swapping quiet.

I was the last person who wanted it known; had he no idea what that would do to my reputation as a teacher? It almost made me laugh. I told him that if anyone asked why we were getting divorced I would tell them he had an affair and leave it at that.

Through all these problems I had a rock to lean on: Mike. He was there for me and his daughters became the joy in my life. They asked me if I could spend more time with them. I told them I would try.

On Halloween I helped them dress up in costumes and took them trick-or-treating. Mike stayed at the house and gave out treats to the other kids. I have to admit I really enjoyed it. It's been a long time since I did anything like that. I almost felt like a mom taking care of her daughters.

They asked me if I could spend Thanksgiving with them. They were going to go to their aunt's house and wanted me to come with them. I explained to them that I was going to be with my family that day but I would see them that week.

When I arrived at my sister's house I got a surprise. She had invited Paul to dinner. Apparently the two of them had been talking and he kept telling her how much he still loved me and wanted us to get back together. 

My little sister wanted to play Susie Matchmaker. I knew she meant well but she didn't know the whole story. I made the best of the situation but I told her I wasn't sitting next to Paul.

Paul acted like nothing had ever happened. My family had always liked him and my sister told me in private that maybe I was making a mountain out of a molehill and maybe I should give Paul a second chance. Now Paul was using my family against me.

I told my sister that after my divorce in January, maybe I would tell her the whole story. She looked at me, surprised and curious. We went back into the dining room and finished dessert. When I left, Paul was still sitting there with the rest of the male members of my family watching football.

I went home and picked up two homemade pies that I had made and took them over to Mike's house. I had promised the girls I would make them a pie. Marie wanted apple and Molly wanted pumpkin.

When I got there they both ran up to me, hugged and kissed me. I even got a smile and a kiss on the cheek from Mike. We all sat down and had pie and whipped cream. It couldn't have been a happier ending to Thanksgiving.

Mike and I became closer but not intimate. He asked me about dating in general and I told him I wasn't doing anything until after the divorce was final. The girls asked me if I would take them Christmas shopping.

Since I'm a woman who loves to shop it wasn't a hard decision to make. We went a few times and I have to say I enjoyed it. Mike gave us a list of the people they needed gifts for and the girls and I had fun filling out the requests.

One day when we stopped at the mall to see Santa Claus, Molly told me she asked for something special. When I asked her what it was she told me she couldn't tell me because then it might not come true. I had to wonder what she wanted. She was such a sweet doll baby.

They were a bit sad when I told them I wouldn't be there on Christmas Eve. I explained to them that I usually spent Christmas Eve with my parents. I did promise them that I would be by Christmas night to see all their presents, which they decided was a fair trade.

When I arrived at Mom and Dad's on Christmas Eve I couldn't believe that Paul was there. Mom said it was Christmas Eve and he had been there every year since we got married. I gritted my teeth and put up with him.

He tried to get close to me but I told him to just leave me alone. We weren't friends anymore and I sure the hell didn't believe anything he said. He said he had a special Christmas gift for me. I told him I didn't buy him anything and that he couldn't buy back my love. I think it aggravated my parents a little.

"Open it anyway. It's actually for both of us." He handed me an envelope.

I opened it and there were two tickets for a three- day cruise over Valentine's Day. I looked at him and told him we wouldn't even be married Valentine's Day. What was this all about?

"Linda, I still love you. I know I made some big mistakes and I know I can't take them back. January 31 our divorce will be final. I want to start all over again. I bought the tickets for Valentine's Day hoping that we could try again. Not as husband and wife but as boyfriend and girlfriend. I know you still have feelings for me. All I want is another chance to prove that I can be faithful."

It made my eyes water a little. It was true that I still had feelings for him but there was no way I wanted to be with him again. I knew I could never trust him, no matter how many cruises he offered.

My parents kept silent. As I mentioned before they might not like the idea that Paul cheated on me but they had always liked Paul. Thankfully, they kept their opinions to themselves.

Paul went home but came back the next day for dinner. When he came in he wished everyone a Merry Christmas and gave everyone a kiss and hug. I let him hug me but I turned my cheek to him when he went to kiss me. My sister gave me a mean look.

Later my brother asked me if I was planning on going back to Paul and I told him no. I told him I'm going on with my life. He hugged me and wished me the best. I had a deep down feeling that he didn't care for Paul as much as the rest of the family. No one wants their little sister to be cheated on.

I said my goodbyes to everyone and for the sake of the family I gave Paul a hug but not a kiss. My sister stopped me at the door and asked when I was going to tell her why I was really divorcing Paul.

I told her maybe never, it wasn't her business. I also told her not to trust him. She was married with a good husband and two kids. I wouldn't put it past Paul to take advantage of her. I'm pretty sure she got my message.

"I love you, Linda. Merry Christmas," said my sister.

"I love you too, sis. Take care and remember what I said. I will tell you everything after the divorce."

After leaving I thought about how Paul was staying on my family's good side. I have to admit I wondered if a tiger could change his stripes but in Paul's case I knew he couldn't.

I stopped by to see Mike and the girls. It was such a good feeling to see them. The girls smiled and wanted to show me all the gifts they received. It was so much fun listening to the girls telling me about everything they received. They didn't know that I picked out a few of the things myself. "That Santa was a pretty smart guy," I said.

While I was looking at the gifts I asked Mike to get a couple of presents out of my car that I had bought for the girls. When we got back to the living room I had Mike hand a present to each girl.

I had found a make-up kit for Marie. Mike looked up at me, with fatherly fear on his face. "Mike, she's going to be a young lady and I'll show her the proper way to put on make-up." Mike smiled and Marie gave me a big hug.

"I love you, Linda," said Marie.

"I love you too, honey." I looked over at Molly and said, "I love you too." She got up and gave me a hug.

I had bought her a set of children's books. She was just learning to read and I told her I would be there for her and help her read them.

I handed a small gift to Mike. "You bought me something?"

"Just a small gift from one friend to another. The girls helped me pick it out."

"Open it, Daddy," said Molly.

"It's a ruby tie pin," said Marie. "You're always wearing ties for work and maybe you won't keep having it get in your coffee. The pin will hold your tie back." 

"Thank you Linda, it was really nice of you." Mike smiled and squeezed my hand.

"Aren't you going to give her a hug, Daddy?" asked Molly.

Mike stood up and so did I. He gave me a big hug and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I know it's funny, but I felt safe in his arms.

The girls ran into their room and came back with a couple of presents for me. As they handed them to me Molly said, "We made them for you."

It was the girls' school pictures for this year and they had made a frame for them, drawing pictures along the frame edges.

"Thank you girls, I love them. When I get home I'm going to hang them on my wall to remind me of you." I think I had tears in my eyes as I hugged and kissed each girl.

Mike looked at me. "I picked you up something but I have no idea what you like. The girls are sure you will like it."

I opened it and it was a beautiful red silk blouse. It also had a matching black vest to go with it.

"I have the receipt if you want to return it," said Mike.

"No, it's beautiful and it's the right size. Thank you all so much." This time when I hugged Mike I gave him a light kiss on the lips. 

The girls said they had brought some pie home from their aunts and wanted to know if I wanted some. We all sat around the table and Marie got out the whipped cream.

As I was leaving Mike asked me out for New Year's Eve. He said his sister would take the girls for the night.

"Mike, I told you that I wasn't going to start dating again until after my divorce. I don't want to give Paul any reason to delay the divorce. To be honest with you I would have loved to go."

"How about coming over here and bringing in the New Year with me and the girls? We'll watch TV and have a good old time. Pizza, pop, popcorn, you name it and we'll have it."

I thought for a few seconds as the girls looked at me. "Ok, that I can do. I'll see you on New Year's Eve."

That's what we did. We had some party favors, hats and horns. We stayed in and played board games, watched TV, had pizza and popcorn. The girls drank pop and Mike got a bottle of wine for us. At midnight we all blew our horns and yelled "Happy New Year." I kissed the girls and then Mike took me in his arms and kissed me. A real kiss.

When it was time for the girls to go to bed, I helped get them settled in and sat on the couch with Mike and had one more glass of wine. My cell phone rang and it was Paul. With all the noise in the background I knew he was at a party.

"Happy New Year, Honey," he said. "Don't forget our cruise date. We'll make love all day and night just the way you like it." I could tell he was drunk so it wouldn't do much good to argue with him on the phone.

I just told him Happy New Year and I would talk to him later. I hung up the phone and looked at Mike. Mike had walked away when the phone rang, to gave me some privacy. He was a wonderful man.

I told him it was about time for me to go home. He kissed me and I have to say he made me tingle and I didn't need drugs. I know we both wanted more but I backed away and told him I would see him tomorrow.

I drove home which was only a few blocks away. I would be a divorced woman at the end of the month.

I saw Mike and the girls a couple of times a week at their house, and the girls came to visit me at my apartment. We used the spa, as the pool was closed for the winter.




The Decision



One day at school I got a call to Mike's office. I was puzzled, but of course I went. His secretary told me he was waiting for me. I walked in and closed the door behind me. "What is it, Mike? Is there a problem?"

"Your divorce will be final next week. I wanted to know if you would like to go out on Valentine's Day with me. It will be a real date. I don't care who sees us or who knows. We can go to the play and then out for dinner. My sister said she would watch the girls for the night."

"Mike, why did you ask me here instead of at home?"

"I got a call from Paul a few minutes ago and he said you were going away on a cruise with him for Valentine's Day. I needed to know what you decide before making any reservations."

"May I use your phone?" I asked Mike.

I called Paul's cell phone. When he answered I told him that I wasn't going on any cruise or anywhere else with him. I had plans for Valentine's Day and they didn't include him. I then told him our divorce would be final, I didn't want to hear from him again.

I then told him if he ever bothered me or my family again I would tell people the truth about our divorce, consequences be damned, and then hung up the phone.

Mike looked at me. "You said you already have plans for Valentine's Day. Is that with me or is there someone else?"

I walked around the desk and gave Mike a passionate kiss. "Does that answer your question?"

I spent the day of my divorce with my sister. She asked me if I was sure I was doing the right thing. We sat down with a bottle of wine and I told her the whole story about Carl, Lisa and the date Paul helped set up.

I should mention that my sister knew about my college days. It's just something sisters tell one another. She was totally taken back that Paul would use me that way. One thing I told her that I never told Paul was I had gone to pharmacy for the morning after pill to make sure I didn't get pregnant.

I then told her that I believed I had fallen in love with Mike. She knew him from the school but didn't know we were close. She asked me if he was a good lover and I told her I would let her know after Valentine's Day. We both laughed.

Mike picked me up for our date on Valentine's Day. I wore the silk blouse and vest he had bought me. We went and saw a wonderful play. I felt like a young girl trying to do everything right. We held hands a few times and I loved it.

He had made reservations at the Ramada Inn. It was beautifully decorated for Valentine's Day with hearts everywhere and soft romantic music playing in the background.

We ordered wine with dinner and afterwards we went to the lounge to dance. I couldn't believe it when my cell phone rang. I figured it was Paul and I was going to give him hell.

I looked at the caller ID and it was my sister. "Sue, why are you calling me? Is something wrong?"

"No, I had to tell you something that just couldn't wait. We just dropped Mom and Dad off at the airport for their flight to Las Vegas. Well, anyway, we saw Paul at the airport. He was on his way to his cruise. He introduced us to his date. I'm pretty sure that it was Lisa, the girl you told me about. She looked like sixteen years old and dressed like a slut."

"Was her husband with her?" I asked.

"Nope, just her and Paul. I couldn't wait to tell you. It sure didn't take long for him to replace you on that cruise. By the way, are you with Mike?"

I looked over at Mike and he was smiling at me. "Yes, I'm with Mike. We're in the lounge at the Ramada Inn. We saw a play, had a wonderful dinner and now we're going to dance. Then we are going to get a room and make love all night." It startled Mike and he spilled his wine. I laughed.

"Goodnight, sis, and Happy Valentine's Day."

Mike regained his composure. "Did you really mean what you said?"

"Yes, unless you have a different plan," I said. "Mike, I know you really care for me. I've known it for a long time. What you probably didn't know is that I care for you too. It's not just your daughters I love in your household."

He took me by the hand and led me to the dance floor. We danced and he held me close. A little while later he excused himself and I saw him going to the front desk. He came back with a room key.

"I thought about getting one earlier but I would never take you for granted."

We went up to our room and he took his time undressing me, folding my clothes and laying them on a chair. He left my bra and panties on. He removed his clothes and climbed in bed with me.

He kissed me and told me he loved me. He undid my bra and sucked on my breasts. Over the next fifteen minutes he kissed my ears, neck, breasts, and was working on my tummy. He took his time as he kissed my belly button.

He went to the end of the bed and removed my panties. He buried his face in my muff and started kissing downward. I couldn't help but spread my legs as he put his tongue in my pussy. I held onto his head and pressed against his face.

"God, you taste so good, I could eat your pussy forever."

"I'd love that. You make me feel so good. Please make love to me." 

I didn't just want to be fucked even though I knew it would feel good; I wanted someone who wanted me for me.

Mike climbed up and kissed me. He had a face full of my juices and I loved it. We kissed passionately for what seemed like hours. I didn't know when he removed his briefs and positioned himself between my legs.

He picked up my legs and put them against his shoulders. He then took his cock and rubbed up and down my wet slit. Up, down, up, down he kept rubbing his cock against my pussy. Every now and then he would push the head of his cock in me and I felt myself tense up, wanting more.

I was as ready as I have ever been,; he made me want him. I knoew he was doing it for me. He was thinking about giving me pleasure and believe me when I said I never wanted a man more.

"Love me, Mike, please love me."

He smiled and slid his cock into me. I came almost instantly. He just held his cock deep in me till my orgasm subsided, letting me get the full effect. After I took a deep breath he began pumping in and out. It felt like he was getting harder in me. It felt so good.

He held my legs up high as he pumped his hard cock into me. I could feel his cock pulse and knew he was ready to come. When I felt his first release I started to come again. I could feel my pussy pulsating and squeezing everything from his cock.

He leaned forward on me but used his arms to hold most of his weight off of me and kissed me. We stayed that way till his cock got soft. He rolled off of me and cuddled me against him.

I know it's somewhat wrong to compare lovers but Mike has to be the most caring man I have ever been with. It felt like he put me first in every aspect of our lovemaking. Even now he cuddled up to me and rubbed my breasts and belly.

"Linda, I know this is our first real date but I have loved you for a long time. Will you marry me?"

I was shocked. I had never expected this to happen this soon; I'd only been divorced for two weeks.

"Mike, are you sure about this? You don't know much about me, my family or my past. I may not be the woman you are looking for."

"Shh! You're everything I want in a woman and a wife. You are the best lover I've ever been with, the sweetest and most caring woman I know. I don't care about your past. I have a past too, you know. Our pasts are our learning experiences. Now is now and we can use our knowledge to make the best of our love for each other."

"Mike, I really don't know."

"It is because I have the girls? They love you. In fact they told me they wanted you to be their mother."

I was crying. I truly loved the girls and I knew I loved Mike. It was just so soon.

Mike got out of the bed and went to his overnight bag and pulled out a ring. 

"Linda, I love you and want you to be my wife. I want everyone to know that we are together. Accept this ring and at the end of the school year we will get married. That gives you a few months to change your mind. Until then we can spend as much time together as you like."

I was crying. I held out my hand and accepted his ring. I know it was our first date but I also know it just felt right.

We kissed and made love again that night and again the following morning. He loved it when I got on top and rode his cock. He said he loved watching my face while I rode him.

That's exactly the way it happened. I made my decision to marry Mike. Some people would probably call me crazy but deep down Mike is the kind of man I always dreamt about. He is good looking, caring, a great family man, and always puts his family first. Now that's me and the girls.

He was a great lover and we loved to try knew things. One time I asked him where he became such a great lover. He smiled at me and said he went to college too. It made us both laugh. Sometime we make love but other times we just fuck the hell out of each other.

Epilogue:

It's been a year since we got married. The girls changed from calling me Linda to Mom, it's a great feeling. Oh, I forgot to mention. The girls have a little brother now, Mike Jr. The girls are the best little helpers I can ask for.

My family is happy for me. In fact my mom watches Mike Jr. while his dad and I are at school.

Something else I might mention. The gift that Molly asked Santa for was that I could someday be her mommy. I'm happy to say she got her wish,

The last I ever heard about Paul is that he and his nymph girlfriend have moved to California, which was fine with me.

The girls and I convinced their dad to buy a hot tub. They missed it after I moved from the apartment. We're now working on a swimming pool for the back yard. I think we'll probably get it.

At night after the kids are in bed, Mike and I have the hot tub to ourselves. All I can say is thank god for the filtering system.

I know I had a choice last Valentine's Day. Go on a cruise with a cheating asshole or out to dinner with a loving and caring man. I'm glad I made the right choice.

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Thank you for reading my story

Comments are welcome and appreciated

DG Hear



The Decision



Author's Note: This is my first story ever. Some of it is true. Think of it as a spiced-up journal entry, and go easy on me. It's my first time.

(Participants were 18 or older at the time that the story took place.) 

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I was on the train from Philadelphia to Springfield. I had spent the weekend with my high school friend who was going to college in Philly. I was starting college in the fall.

Will and I had been "going out" for over a year. We weren't saving ourselves for marriage, but we hadn't made the final commitment to give in and go all the way. He was ready. More than ready, I guess. We weren't exactly being good, and that was before President Clinton taught us that oral sex wasn't sex, so we had done just about "all but...".

Before boarding the train I bought a couple of magazines- Cosmo, Redbook, and another one that said "How To Drive Your Man Wild In Bed" in big, pink letters on the cover. I've never really been much of a magazine reader because I'm truly a bookworm, but after experiencing a taste of life away from home for the weekend, I knew that my mind would be on Will, not a book. 

Walking through the college dorm was a real eye-opener. As I walked by rooms I saw boys and girls together in rooms, couples kissing on the common, and I even heard some moaning coming through the wall during the night. In addition to making me uncomfortably horny, I started to imagine what life might be like the next year when I was away at college. I was going 4 hours from home, but Will had a dependable car, and he didn't work on the weekends. 

I think what kept me from going over the edge was the fact that my friend and her roommate were both very conservative Christians, so they didn't even acknowledge most of the "hanky-panky" that was going on. When I mentioned the moaning coming through the wall, my friend said something like, "Oh, those two can't keep their hands off each other!" in such a disapproving tone, that I kept my amusement and curiosity to myself. 

The three of us, my friend, her roommate, and myself, went to a movie, The Little Mermaid, of all things. The couple in front of me looked like they hadn't been alone in weeks. They were kissing, nuzzling, and whispering to each other all through the previews. By the time Ariel grew legs and landed on the beach, I could see that his hand was up her shirt, and she was moaning a little when he pinched her nipples. My prudish friends were so engrossed in "Kiss the Girl", that they were blissfully unaware of where the girl in front of us was being kissed. 

I, on the other hand, couldn't take my eyes off the scene unfolding in front of me. He was nibbling on her ear, then putting light kisses down the side of her neck. I saw his head dip a little, as he unbuttoned her top buttons. A moment later, he gently lifted her right breast with his hand, slid her bra strap down her shoulder, and flicked his tongue out to lick her nipple!

As the amount of movement in front of me increased, I became aware of how hot I was getting. I was feeling like I was sitting on a hot water bottle, which made me squirm a bit. My friend whispered loudly, "They're so rude. If they don't want to watch the movie, they should just leave." I think she thought that I was moving to get a better view of the movie! Of course, she also thought they were just "making out". They were past the make-out stage by the time the opening credits started.

I really tried to ignore the show in then next row, but it was the first time I'd ever seen people groping each other in public without even trying to hide. I found myself shifting so that I could see between the seats. I saw a lot of movement in his lap, but I didn't realize that she was actually giving him a hand job until he threw his head back and moaned loudly. That prompted a chorus of shushes from around the theater. That's when I saw his hard cock spurting cum all over her hand. The real surprise came when a small drop flew over his shoulder and landed on my shoe (my favorite Bass boat shoes!). It was wild. 

I didn't even realize what was going on in the rest of the movie. All I could think of was getting home to Springfield and getting Will's hands down my pants. Here I was with a stranger's cum on my shoe, and I couldn't even tell my friends about it.

By the time we got back to the dorm, my pussy was on fire. I tried to ignore it, but after we all went to bed, I slipped my hand into my pajama bottoms and started rubbing my pussy. I got a little bolder and crept my hand down through the waistband of my panties, and just rubbed my pubic hair for a minute. My friend started mumbling in her sleep and scared the crap out of me. 

For a moment, I thought the fire was going out, but then I realized that it just made it more exciting. This time I took my middle finger and ran it right through my slit. I was drenched. I rubbed myself for a little while, then I took my slippery finger and placed it at the opening to my vagina. I couldn't stifle a little moan as my middle finger slid inside. I kept this up, rubbing my clit and finger-fucking myself until I started to feel drowsy. I didn't want to be caught with my hand down my pants, so I eventually covered up properly and went to sleep. 

Unfortunately, I hadn't learned to cum yet, so the heat and tension in my pussy had not abated at all during the night. I woke up feeling as hot as ever, especially as I remembered watching that couple in front of me at the movie. I will never forget the sight of her tit poking out of her white cotton top for as long as I live- smaller than mine, but beautifully café au lait colored with a dark brown nipple that was as hard as a little pebble.

It was Sunday morning, so my friend escorted me to the train station on her way to church, and we said our goodbyes. I bought magazines for the ride, coffee with too much sugar, and a bagel and sat by the platform to wait. 

When my train arrived (and I had double-checked three times that it was the right one), I watched passengers disembark. It was kind of a surreal experience watching business people rushing off the train, running out of the station, while families struggled with luggage and baby strollers. Then I noticed a man standing to the side, obviously waiting for someone to get off the train. He was good-looking, but what I really noticed was the huge bouquet of pink roses that he held. He looked a little nervous, like he wasn't sure if his passenger would be there or not. Finally, as the last passengers straggled out of the train, he smiled. I looked up to see a well-dressed, pretty woman striding toward him. He held out the flowers, and she melted right into him. I was absolutely staring, but I couldn't stop. He kissed her, sweetly at first, but so passionately, it was like a movie. As they called for boarding on the train, I snapped out of it, and gathered my things. As I walked away, the woman gave me a little wink, as if to tell me that my time would come.

I got settled into my seat for the 5 hour ride. After napping for a while, I thought about the couple on the platform. Will was to pick me up in Springfield, so I started to wonder if he'd have flowers for me. I knew I would get a nice long kiss, but those pink roses were such a romantic touch. 

I opened the first magazine and started flipping through. I could smell the sexy scent of Red Door perfume as I read an article about how to find the perfect pair of jeans. I flipped the page, and there it was- How to Drive Your Man Wild in Bed. I don't remember a single one of those tips. They were designed for people that didn't live with their parents, obviously. 

What I do remember is the heat building between my legs as I imagined doing any of those things with Will. I remember thinking that I would never have the courage to do anything like what they were describing, but boy, was it fun to think about. 

As I read through those articles, my clit started throbbing with my pulse. I could feel my pussy lips getting wet and slippery when I moved the slightest bit. I was pressing my legs together as hard as I could, and moving back and forth the best I could without making a scene. I looked through my bag for something that I could put between my legs to put more pressure on my pussy, but the best I could do was my camera case. It wasn't very effective, so I gave up, and just endured the pulsating of my clit. 

It was in this state that I started to think about having sex with Will. We had waited a long time, and I was beginning to forget what we were waiting for. He wasn't pressuring me too much, but it was getting hard for both of us to stop short of penetration. 

We both lived with our parents. It wasn't like we could just do it whenever. We were 18, but we weren't even graduating from high school for a couple of months. I knew that my parents' biggest fear was that I would get pregnant, and ruin my college career, and blah, blah, blah. 

I kept thinking of what we had done physically in that first year together. I remembered our first kiss- all lips, no tongue. I remembered the first time he touched my tits- just a gentle grope over my shirt. Having my hand on his hard-on in the backseat of our parents' cars while they were driving when we went out with the family. The first time he put his hand down my pants. The first time I let him put his cock in my mouth. The first time we saw each other naked. 

I was going crazy. I couldn't wait to see him at the station. I was hoping that we'd sit in the car and make out for a while before driving home. My pussy throbbed and throbbed, and then I decided. It was time. There was no one in the world who I loved more than Will, and I wanted us to lose our virginity together. Once I made that decision, I never even wavered a little bit. 

The train pulled into the station, and I looked for Will. I didn't see him at first, and I started to panic a little bit. Then I saw him standing there with his hands behind his back. I ran to him, which was not easy with my suitcase-on-a-leash wobbling behind me. When he reached for me, he brought out a beautiful bouquet of pink flowers- not all roses, but all pink. I grabbed them and threw my arms around him. We kissed long and hard, and it was all I could take not to unbutton his pants right there on the platform. 

He finally broke the kiss, rubbed my back and said, "Welcome home." I kissed him gently on the nose and said, "I'm ready."



The Decision Ch. 01



These are my thoughts about what could happen if I lost everything. This is going to be a series book. These characters are not real, but they are based off of people I know and love. 

No REAL personal information will be displayed or shown. 

I hope you enjoy!



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I ran my fingernails down my boyfriend's back and one thought kept popping up in my mind and I felt so guilty. Here I was with one of the best men on earth and I kept thinking about crashing and burning. What if I failed college and didn't graduate? 

Thankfully, I had plan that I could fall back on. 

I kept repeating that idea in my mind since portfolio was so close. I had a friend who was always interested in having a pet sex slave. So I had this dream. This dream was about me failing and burning my whole entire future.

My portfolio teachers had just told me that I should just give up, which was a slap to my face; since I thought I had the teachers' support. I walked home later that day, alone. I can't believe it...I had no future. 

I was more than 50,000 dollars in debt. What the hell was I going to do?

Then it hit me. 

Mark. My friend Mark said his door was always opened for me. 

My heart sank, I hadn't wanted to give everything up. I wanted the marriage dream. I wanted to grow old with my boyfriend as wife and husband but now...

I felt like I couldn't. I had this horrible feeling in my gut and I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to...I wanted to disappear. That was my back up plan.

I felt sick to my stomach. How was I supposed to break this news to my lover? 

For a year and a half, my lover had been nothing but supportive of me. Now I had no future to return to. The money debt weighed heavily in my mind. 

I crossed the street and instead of going around the alley, I stepped into the alley. It wasn't dangerous but it was about nine thirty at night. Half way down the alley, I stopped and found a good place to sit down to cool off. 

I pressed my back against one of the sides of the building and closed my eyes. My mother had texted me not too long ago telling me how proud she was of me. 

My stomach turned. 

How was I supposed to break the news to my parents? My family? 

I can't do it. I just...I can't. I was so upset I felt like I couldn't even return home. 

My stomach turned again and I slid down the side of the building.

I felt so dizzy and so sick I couldn't think straight. I looked at my phone and that option kept popping into my mind.

I had to break up with my lover, Aaron. 

My mind spun. No I couldn't do that. No...My heart cringed and my stomach turned even more. I thought I had a future with him. No I can't break up with him. I can't go home. I can't do anything. 

I decided to disappear. 

I finally got the courage to select my friend Mark's number on my touch screen phone. It dialed his number. 

I listened to it ring and I hoped to the God and Goddess (I was Wiccan) that he wouldn't pick up. 

Unfortunately, Mark had picked up. 



"Hi Kiki," Mark said. "What's up?"

Kiki was my slave sextexting name in high school. Mark gave it to me because I was learning Japanese and Kiki meant pudding. He said that I cum so much that it had the texture of pudding and it was probably just as delicious. 

Of course at the time I cringed at that compliment. 

Tears started to form in my eyes. I think my failure finally hit me. 

"Mark," I said and sniffled. "Remember when I texted you about me giving up my life to you as a sex slave?"

There was silence for a moment. Then he responded, "yes-yes, why?"

"I failed portfolio." I sobbed. "I have no future and I can't break up with Aaron. I love him too much. I just want to disappear." I paused. "Can I disappear with...with you?"

There was silence again. I think he was too stunned to form words. After all, this was his ultimate, perfect dream. 

"Of course Kiki," Mark said finally. "But are you sure? What about Aaron?"

"I love Aaron so much to the point where I can't let him go." I blubbered. "But I can't disappoint him. I don't know what to do but disappear. If I disappear, I won't have to worry about my money debt or anything."

"Debt?" Mark asked.

"I'm over 50,000 dollars in debt." I told him.

Mark sighed heavily. "Don't worry Kiki, I'll take care of everything." He said. "Where are you?" 

"I'm in Denver, can you pick me up?" I asked him.

"Yes, I'm leaving right now." Mark said and I heard his car door shut. "But Kiki, are you sure? Because if I come and get you and you change your mind, I'm not doing this a second time."

I paused. This was my only option. I thought for a moment and realized what I was doing. I was giving up everything. Including, the love of my life. Was I ready for that? I was a paranoid schitzophrenic. Was I really ready to give up the one person who has loved and cherished me even with all my faults? 

Aaron deserved better. He deserved a better girl than me. Espeically a girl with a future. I sighed heavily. I sniffled wiped my runny nose. My life was about to change drastically. 

"Yes." I told him.



The Decision Maker



Ellie had done terrible things. She knew she was bad. She knew it was wrong. But yet she couldn't stop herself.

How did a man with so little to offer, so little to give emotionally, have so much control over her? After every encounter she felt empty, unfulfilled, yet at the same time an overwhelming elation - he liked her, he wanted her, he needed her. And yet he was already committed to another.

Time after time she had called it off and, afterwards, felt better, relieved, free. But each time she felt herself reconsidering after a few days. She missed him, she missed the attention, she missed the sex. So she always went back for more. 

Ellie had lost count of the times she had tried to reason her actions. She always drew a blank. He wasn't her type, he was unavailable, he was thoughtless and emotionally cold. But he said he owned her, controlled her. And for someone who tried to be in control throughout her entire life, that was an intoxicating combination.

Thinking back to their last encounter, Ellie tried again to figure what it was that drew her to him.

It had been a Saturday. Ellie was preparing to go shopping with a friend when her mobile phone shrilled into life. She had received a text message - someone loved her - but who was it? Her heart sank when she clocked the sender: Jack. 

'The coast is clear. Come over now,' it said.

She knew she didn't want to see him, she knew she already had plans, yet she knew she wouldn't say no. Like a robot, Ellie carried on getting ready, picked up her bag, found her car keys, shut the front door and drove straight to his house.

She didn't feel anticipation, she didn't feel excited. But then, she already knew what was in store. Sometimes Jack liked to surprise her, but she knew him so well these days it was almost as though she could anticipate his next move. Would today be any different?

He didn't live far away, a 10 minute drive perhaps, and he was waiting for her when she arrived. He opened the front door as she walked up the path and said he already had the kettle on.

They always did this: they exchanged niceties, he made a brew, they sat on the sofa holding their mugs - waiting for the liquid to cool down. Somehow they never got to drinking the tea.

Today looked to be no different. Jack asked her if she wanted tea or coffee - Ellie decided on coffee as she revelled in its bitter taste and enjoyed the high the caffeine still gave her.

She kicked off her shoes, turned her mobile to silent mode, and waited for Jack to bring in the coffee. When he came in he told her to stand up off the sofa and strip for him. Luckily, Ellie had put on presentable lingerie this morning. He matching bra and knickers were made from pale peach-coloured French silk with delicate sections in semi-transparent lace.

Confident in the knowledge her body drove him wild, Ellie began to slowly take off her clothes.

He sat on the sofa watching her intently, concentrating on the body that was slowly beginning to emerge. Ellie possessed curvy thighs. Jack loved her to wrap the soft, white, flesh of her thighs around him when they had sex. She turned slightly so he could catch a glimpse of her ass. It, too, was full. But she was aware it was pert and that many a man had fallen in love with her buttocks before even seeing her face.

By now, Ellie knew she was wet and that, if she were to part her legs even only slightly, Jack would be able to see the moisture forming a small, oily, stain on her silk panties. But now his attention had diverted to her breasts. These, too, were pert. Small, with large pink nipples, which were now in bud and pressing against the lace of her bra, pushing against the small triangles of fabric.

Jack was fascinated by her emerging figure and, at long last, looked into her eyes. Ellie dropped her gaze. She wasn't shy, just caught up in the role she was playing. But, looking down, she could see Jack's erection lifting the fabric of his dressing gown. Immediately dropping to her knees, Ellie took the fabric and lifted it away from his cock. She let out a small gasp. Yes! Again, Peter had tried to surprise her and was wearing a pair of women's knickers. They, too, were made of silk. Not French, mind, this was cheaper, but soft to the touch all the same. Ellie liked the sight of his hard cock peeping out of the top of these knickers, so wholly unsuitable for a man's body. Leaning over, she circled the tip of his cock with her finger and looked up into his eyes, enjoying the fleeting feeling of power, before leaning over further and taking his cock into her mouth.

As Ellie sucked, her mind wandered. What was she doing? What was she getting from this encounter? As yet, Jack had not even touched her.

'Get up,' Jack said suddenly. 'Take off your underwear and sit on the armchair.'

Never one to argue with Jack, Ellie quickly took off her clothes and sat down as instructed.

Now, Jack came towards her. 'Open your legs and play with yourself,' he instructed. Watching him kneel in front of her, Ellie put her index finger in her mouth and slowly pulled it out before reaching down to touch herself - legs spread out giving him a perfect view of her beautiful pussy.

She knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself for long. He was watching her closely, could see how wet and ready she was, and couldn't resist inserting a finger in her aching pussy. Feeling how open she was to his single digit, Jack inserted another finger, then another, then another, until he had four fingers pushing in and out of her. Ellie was uncomfortable - she knew Jack was aware of this - yet he continued fucking her with his fingers.

Suddenly he withdrew his fingers, knelt up, pulled the panties he was still wearing to the side and forced his cock inside her. Now, Ellie cried out, saying his name, showing her pleasure. She could smell sex, they were covered in the scent of each other. But Jack wouldn't let her enjoy his flesh inside her pussy for long, for he wanted to own her, control her, make her his. He withdrew quickly, pulled her off the armchair, turned her around to face the opposite direction, bent her over and forced his cock into her tight ass.

Again, Ellie groaned. Jack wanted to hurt her - in a good way. She could feel him easing his cock further and further into her ass, feel his sweaty torso touching her ass with every stroke, feel his pleasure begin to mount. 

'You're my bad, dirty girl,' Jack said, almost in a grunt.

'Yes, I am,' she said in reply.

'You love me fucking your ass, don't you?' he said.

'Yes, I do,' said Ellie.

'You're mine. I own you,' said Jack.

'Yes, yes you do,' said Ellie, saying the words he longed to hear.

Normally, at this point, Jack would pound her harder until pulling out at the last moment and coming all over her ass, smearing it over the cheeks with the palm of his hand. Today was different. He really was making an effort to astonish her.

He withdrew in a rush, making Ellie gasp again.

'We're going upstairs,' he said. And he led her firmly by the hand, pulling her upstairs and taking her into the bathroom. There, he turned on the shower, waiting for the water to slowly heat itself, and kissing her passionately.

They got in the shower together and he washed her, gently soaping her breasts, massaging her torso, and eventually letting his fingers play in her pussy. Ellie knew she was still oiled inside, still ready for him. He pressed her against the tiles, letting the water run between their bodies, and again pushing his cock inside her. This time, Jack seemed to be in no rush.

Ellie truly was surprised. For the first time Jack was being gentle, tender. He was looking into her eyes touching her face, drinking her in. She felt his thrusts become more urgent and she felt his fingers feeling for her clitoris. She jumped as he found the spot, still fucking her, their bodies drenched with the gushing water streaming between them. She lifted her leg to the side, feeling his cock boring deeper into her, his finger still playing with her clit. She looked back at him as she felt her body start to tighten, ready for the orgasm about to surge through her. As the pulses began, she felt his body start to shudder. They both cried out, still staring into each other's eyes. He pulled his hand away from her pussy and put out both arms, supporting his weight.

When he had recovered he wrapped his arms around her. 'I love you,' he said. Looking back up at her.

And at that moment, Ellie knew why she had kept on coming back for more.

And she knew it had to end.



The Decisions We Make



1994

Mark DeMeo walked with his son Mike up the brick stairs to the split-level house. He rang the doorbell and a woman opened it.

"Hi." She said smiling.

"Hi, I'm Mark DeMeo, this is my son Mike, he was invited to Scott's birthday party."

"Ah Mike, yeah come in, come in." She replied, stepping aside to let them enter. Mark and his son walked into the home's living room. A group of similar-aged boys were playing Super Nintendo in the next room and Mike ran over to join them.

"Nice to finally meet you guys." The woman said. "I'm Jenn Collins."

"Nice to meet ya Jenn."

She ain't bad. Mark thought to himself. Jenn was around his age and about an inch or so shorter than him, she had shoulder length reddish-blonde hair and light skin. A few faint freckles were noticeable on her neck.

"We have two more boys on their way for the party, its going to be crazy with all these little guys running around." She said, smiling.

"Yeah, good luck with them!" He replied, they both laughed.

Nice body. Jenn's breasts were nicely sized and while her loose fitting khaki slacks didn't show much, he could make out the rough outlines of a curvy figure.

"You guys from town?" "Yeah we live right over in Morris Plains." 

"Oh alright, nice." She relied.

"So what time should I come back to pick him up?"

"Hmm… around eight… probably…"

"Alright, well I gotta go pickup my wife from work now. Nice to meet ya, take care now."

"Yeah, great to meet you Mark, cya later!" She replied as they walked out towards the front door.

As Mark drove to pick his wife Karen up his mind was fixated on Jenn.

She is pretty good looking. I'd love to fuck her.

1999

Mark sat in the beach chair on the hot summer day. Mark, his wife and their three kids were vacationing with Jenn and her two children. Jenn's husband Tom had been unable to take off from work and thus couldn't come. Mark's sister and her family had also joined them.

Altogether there were six children under the age of 15 on the trip, so it was hectic for everyone. Mark was hoping to get a nice tan while still being able to watch the kids playing in the water, so he leaned back in his chair but kept his gaze towards the water. His wife and sister were wading in a foot or so of water, talking and keeping an eye on the kids. Mark's wife Karen was a tall (actually around his height) brunette with small breasts, green eyes and a slender body that was beginning to show signs of cellulite and fat accumulating around her butt and thighs. Regardless of this Karen was still a good looking woman; she was by no means fat and she still had her pretty face. Karen's sister was a few years younger but had a similar figure. So far on the trip, Mark's attention had been grabbed the most by Jenn. Her tankini covered up much but they showed off her nice body wonderfully. Her breasts were not huge but were a wonderful shape and her hips and thighs had some faint age lines but they still were curvy and enticing. Mark watched as Jenn got up from her chair and walked into the water, joining the other two women in conversation. After a few minutes she walked back to her chair, picked up her small beach bag and headed up the beach towards the beach condo they had rented. 

Mark relaxed for another five or so minutes until he saw Karen walking up the beach towards him.

"Honey, can you go back and get Jessica and Paul's sandals, they forgot them back at the house."

"Ah really?" He replied, groaning.

"Yeah really, please go get em' for me honey." Karen replied, smiling and nodding her head.

"Alright."

Mark got up, slipped on his flip-flops and began the walk up the hot beach towards their beach house.

He came to the house's side door and slipped off his flip-flops, he stopped for a moment to brush the sand off his feet and then entered the house. The house was empty and quiet; he walked through the large living room area into the hallway that led towards the bedrooms. Mark was only wearing his blue swimming shorts so the air-conditioned air felt cold against his bare chest. As he entered the room his kids were sharing he heard a door in another room close.

Who is here? He wondered if it was his brother. He turned back towards the hallway to find out who was there. Jenn turned the corner and walked briskly forward, her head facing the ground.

"Hey." Mark called out. Jenn stopped and looked up, clearly surprised.

"Oh! Hey. You scared me!" She said, laughing.

"Sorry! Didn't know who was here." Mark replied, also laughing for a second.

Jenn's tankini looked magnificent to Mark's eyes. The top didn't reveal too much skin but the blue and white stripped nylon clearly showed off her bust. The brown bottoms were full-coverage bikini bottoms but her legs and thighs were shown in their full glory. Her legs weren't long and slender but short and luscious. 

"Yeah I just came back for a second to use the bathroom and get some sun lotion." She added.

"Ah. I came back to grab Jess and Paul's sandals. Karen was too lazy to leave the beach."

They both laughed. They were standing only about two feet from each other and Mark noticed the smell of suntan lotion.

"Mark… I feel weird asking this… but can you help me for a second."

"Uh, sure, what'ya need."

"I just need someone to get some lotion on my back, I can't reach."

 Hmm. 

"Alright." He replied. She smiled and turned around, walking into her room. Mark followed, keeping a respectable distance behind her. His eyes were drawn to her shapely butt, tightly wrapped in the brown nylon bikini bottoms. 

They walked into her room and she took out the lotion. She handed him the bottle and turned, lifting her hair up around and revealing her back.

"I didn't get any above the suit."

"Alright."

I've always wanted this, she is very good looking.

Mark's hands were shaking slightly as he rubbed the lotion onto her moist body. He felt her slightly shiver as he touched her. He gently applied the lotion to her upper back, making sure not to get too "touchy." Her back was only lightly tanned, a few freckles dotted the area around her shoulders.

She suddenly turned to face him; their faces only about a foot apart. 

 Woah. Mark was startled for a second but regained his senses.

"All good?" He asked awkwardly, smiling.

"You tell me." She replied, smiling and laughing for a moment.

She drew closer to him. 

What is going on. Mark thought to himself, his stomach felt uneasy and he had to control himself from shaking too much.

She moved slightly closer, she let her hair fall and dropped her hands to her side.

"Tell me if you want me to stop…" She whispered as she leaned in to kiss him.

Fuck. Fuck. What the fuck. Mark thought, but he didn't pull away. They kissed for a moment. She smelt strongly of suntan lotion but he didn't care.

After the kiss was over they looked each other in the eyes.

"I'm sorry if…" She whispered but he leaned in and kissed her again.

I can't control myself. I've got to enjoy this. Jenn! His mind was flooded with thoughts of lust and they drowned out his normal marital decency.

She lifted her hands to his shoulder and she began to gently rub. They felt warm and slick from the lotion. He brought his to her waist; he felt the damp fabric of her tankini top. 

Their bodies moved closer and the kissing became more passionate, she maneuvered his body towards the edge of the bed. 

"Sit. Sit." She whispered quickly.

Is she gonna blow me?! Fuck.

Mark didn't fight her; he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on his elbows. 

Jenn fell to her knees in front of him.

She is gonna blow me. Mark felt his penis, shriveled from the cold water and air-conditioned air, beginning to get erect.

Jenn's hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, running through the dark hairs. Mark was an avid runner and while he didn't have six-pack abs, he did have a flat stomach. No easy accomplishment for a forty-one year old man. Her hands reached his stomach and brushed against the top of his suit. He felt his penis get a surge of energy.

"I've wanted this for a while…" She said, looking him in the eyes with a devilish look.

"Me too." Mark replied.

Fuck.

"Oh really." She added, moving her eyebrows in a manner that said "You better want this!"

She pulled his shorts down, revealing his semi-flaccid penis and a mess of black pubic hairs. Her hands, slick from the lotion, rubbed and played with his member. Mark felt a shock of pleasure and terror the moment she touched him, the suntan lotion gave her hands an amazing lubricated feeling that instantly made him erect.

It wasn't long before she began to use her lips and tongue to begin pleasuring him. 

He leaned his head back and looked up at the white textured ceiling. 

Jesus fucking Christ what am I doing? He thought to himself. She sucked him as her slick hands rhythmically.

Mark inhaled deeply as he felt the first pleasurable waves of an orgasm coming. She sensed his building tension and worked faster to bring him to the end.

Fuck. Fucking shit. Oh fuck. Yeah. Yes.

"Ahh." He called out. He had an orgasm and Jenn didn't pull her mouth away. She swallowed all of his ejaculation. Energy shot through his body like electricity.

God that was amazing. Fucking incredible.

Several months later

Mark and Karen walked up the stairs of Jenn and Tom's house. They were there to have dinner with them, a dinner free of kids.

"Hey guys, come on in." Jenn said, answering the door. Mark and his wife walked in, smiling and putting away their jackets.

The dinner went well and the two couples were as sociable as ever. Mark and Jenn had some moments of eye contact during the dinner that set Mark on edge.

Hmm. What does she want? Was that a one-time thing at the beach house?

As the dinner drew to a close the couples moved to the living room, where they sat, talking and sipping on some wine. Mark's eyes centered on Jenn's body as much as they could without raising suspicion, he couldn't stop thinking about the five minutes of raw pleasure he had experienced with her that summer day. His marriage to Karen was going fine (they fought about money and the children but all couples did that) and he loved her. He sometimes felt intense and depressing guilt and self-hate over the adulterous indiscretion he had engaged in with Jenn. Other times the thoughts made him feel vigorous and excited. He wanted to get that "young" energy once more, the feeling of butterflies in the stomach that reinvigorated him.

Later that night

Mark was ready for bed but he decided to check his email first. He sat alone in the darkened room and logged onto the internet. Once online he checked his Yahoo account. Most of the messages were spam and a few were work-related but one of them caught his attention. It was from an email address he didn't recognize and was titled "Hi Mark." He opened it.

"Hey mark its me Jenn. If you want to get together sometime just reply. If you want to end this before it begins, just delete this and we can pretend that day never happened."

Fuck. Mark thought to himself. It was Jenn and she wanted to "get together". 

 She wants sex. Mark sat quietly for a few minutes, contemplating what to do. His hormones got the best of him as he clicked the "Reply" button.

 "Hey Jenn, I'd really like to see you again."

He checked the email again at work the next day and found her reply.

"I only have a half-day of work Thursday but I can tell Tom I had to work a full day… that leaves me about four hours. Can you meet me somewhere Thurs?"

Mark felt uneasy but horny and thought about how he was going to get off work Thursday. Mark was a part-owner (with a friend of his named Mike Harris) in a small computer sales business. He technically could take off whenever he wanted but the company had been struggling in recent months and he really needed to work as many hours as he could.

Fuck it. I'll tell Mike that I need to go run some errands for the family.

He typed out his reply.

"I can take off after 2PM, where do you want to meet."

The reply came later that night when Mark was back home.

"Fairfield Inn, Parsippany? 75 bucks for one day, we can split it and it will be real cheap."

"Sounds wonderful. Email me when you have the room number. I'll be checking at work every hour or so." He replied.

Mark sat back in his computer chair and stared at the brightly lit screen.

So this is it. This is where I betray my marriage. The feelings of guilt evaporated as he tried to imagine what was going to happen in that motel room.

Thursday

The week had gone by blistering fast to Mark. He thought about Jenn and the coming encounter constantly. He eagerly checked his email almost three times an hour that day. Finally at 2:09PM there was a new email.

"Fairfield Inn Parsippany, Room 221, cant wait to see you!!!"

"Alright, Lets do this." He said to himself quietly. He picked up his things, closed his office door and walked towards Mike's office.

"Hey I'm gonna head out early to go do that stuff I said I had to do. Just gotta pick up some stuff for the kids, some birthday presents Karen didn't want them to see her buying yet."

"Alright, take care now." Mike replied, typing away at his computer.

Mark held his breath as he knocked on the door. It took a few moments for her to open it.

"Hey." She said in a low voice.

"Hi." He replied as they both awkwardly smiled.

He walked in; the room was small, with a single King-sized bed, a bathroom, TV stand and two chairs in the corner. The door closed behind them and they were soon standing face to face at the foot of the bed. The lights were off but the window allowed in enough light.

Jenn was wearing a white buttoned blouse with the top two buttons undone and a pair of khaki "safari" style pants. 

The face-to-face "stand off" ended as they both moved closer to kiss each other. Her hands rubbed his shoulders and chest as his gently caressed her lower back and waist.

The kissing quickly became very passionate and they both kneeled onto the bed, still locked in their embrace.

Her hands began to unbutton his light blue dress shirt; his fingers met hers to help her speed up the process. The shirt came off and he let it drop to the floor. Her hands rubbed his flat stomach and pulled off his white undershirt. Now their hands turned their attention to her blouse. It came off quickly and dropped away.

I'm gonna enjoy every fucking second of this. Mark thought as he gazed at her B-cup breasts in the white bra. Her skin was fair, with freckles dotting her chest and shoulders. He leaned in and kissed the tops of her breasts, inhaling the odor of her light perfume and sweat. She rubbed his neck and moaned quietly as he kissed her breasts. Soon her bra was off and he looked upon her breasts. They sagging slightly but their shape was still firm. They were soft and milky white. He kissed the nipples and ran his tongue across them. He felt her body tensing. They both began to take off their pants. He slid his dark brown slacks down his legs, leaving him dressed in his boxers and black dress socks. He looked at her, eagerly awaiting the sight of her panties.

Mark had a panty fetish and was crazy with excitement and lust as he watched Jenn pull down her pants, revealing her underwear.

He startled her as he leaned in to her crotch, kissing her stomach and thighs, finally settling on her underwear. She lay back on the bed and laughed.

"God Mark!" She called out.

Her panties were high-cut white briefs, with white lace and a "french cut" style that showed much of her thighs. He pressed his face to the fabric, inhaling the odors and kissing.

Heaven. This is fucking heaven. His erection was raging now, barely contained by his boxers. 

He kissed and tugged at the fabric covering her crotch.

"God pull them down!" She exclaimed.

He obeyed and tugged them down her legs and off. Before throwing them to the floor he held them up in his hands and pressed them to his face.

"Ah Mark, so you like panties!" She said, leaning her head up to watch him. She smiled and laughed before laying her head back down onto the bed.

She had a small bush of reddish-blonde pubic hair. He kissed and nibbled between her legs, her hands occasionally rubbing his dark head of hair. After a few minutes he suddenly got up and walked over to his work bag. She leaned up on her elbows and watched him.

"Is everything OK?" She asked.

"Yeah." He said, taking out the box of condoms and putting one on.

She laughed wildly and positioned herself on the bed.

He was now on top of her, their lips met and they kissed, her hands rubbed his back, her nails sometimes digging into his flesh. He entered her slowly and raised himself up on his knees.

"God Mark." She said in a whisper, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes. Her lightly colored cheeks were already beginning to glow flushed red.

He began.

As he worked faster and faster, his mind was only focused on Jenn and the moment. The fact that he was a married man with three children was nowhere on his mind. He was cheating on his wife in this moment. He was in a motel room fucking another woman who wasn't his wife. But he didn't think of any of that.

He looked down into her dull blue eyes; he was going faster and harder now. She looked up at him, beads of sweat beginning to form on her forehead. Her pale cheeks were bright red. He pushed his lips down onto hers, they kissed and her face felt warm and damp. He fucked her at a quickening pace.

Yes. Yes. Fucking yes. Mark felt his orgasm building now. It built more and more as he fucked her. He looked down at Jenn; she looked like a wild animal beneath him.

 I'm gonna come. Mark thought to himself. 

"Ah. Fucking yes. Fuck!" Mark called out as he had his orgasm.

"Mark! Mark! Yes Mark!" Jenn called out, her hands tightly clenching his shoulders.

And so it began.

One month later

Mark and Jenn lay in the motel room bed, sweaty and exhausted after the intense sex they had just had. His head rested on a pillow as Jenn rested her head on the bed, pressed against his shoulder. They held hands underneath the sheets.

"You love panties." She said.

Mark laughed. "I think you have a panty fetish Mark!" Jenn added, laughing with him.

"A beautiful woman in her underwear, that just turns me on so fucking much."

"Lets play dress up next time."

"Whattya mean." He replied.

"What do you want me to wear for you." Her hand untangled from his and moved to his stomach, rubbing his body hair gently, only inches from his still recovering flaccid member. "What should I wear." She whispered.

"A skirt… one of those skirts that really puffs out ya know."

"Should I wear nothing underneath?" She added.

"Nah, wear a thong, a classy one."

"I'll wear that but I want you to bend me over one of the chairs." She added.

Fucking shit! She is a horny fucking nut! Mark thought.

2007

For the past eight years the affair went on. They met secretly about once every two or three months. Suspicion never arose from their spouses and they both felt confident they were getting away with everything. The two married couples still did many things together and Jenn even found ways to play with Mark's mind during get-togethers, dinners and parties. Sometimes if she caught him alone for a second she might whisper to him about the panties she was wearing or what she wanted them to do in bed. Sometimes Mark even got away with pinching her butt when nobody was looking. If he knew they were going to meet for sex in the next few days he would pinch her especially hard.




The Decisions We Make



Mark and Jenn lay in the motel room bed. He had just taken her "doggy" style and they were tired, on the TV the preview channel was on but the volume was muted. They quietly talked about work, hands grasped together.

They heard a knock at the door.

They turned to each other.

"Room service or the maid?" Jenn asked.

"No idea." Mark replied, shaking his head.

"Open the door Mark!" A voice called out from behind the door, it was Karen's voice.

Mark's heart stopped.

Oh my fucking god.

"Listen, I know your in there, open the fucking door."

"Holy shit!" Jenn said, jumping up from the bed, she stood next to it, shaking and covering herself with the sheet.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Mark said in a low voice, he felt like he was going to vomit.

"Mark I followed you and I saw you come into this room, open the door please, for fuck sake…"

2008

That day was the end of the marriage, regardless of what "legal date" the divorce papers listed. Karen almost smacked Jenn in the face that day but luckily she was simply content with screaming at her at the top of her lungs. 

The divorce was a bad one but thankfully it was settled quickly. They sold their four bedroom, three bathroom home for $750,000 (about 50k-75k below market value) and split the money. The court awarded Karen a substantial alimony payment and custody of their youngest child, Dave, who had one year left of high school. Karen never learned the true extent of the affair; she believed it had begun only in the past two years or so. They also sold a small beach house they had.

Mark walked away from the marriage with about $390,000 and a monthly alimony bill. Jenn walked away with about $490,000.

Jenn and her husband also got divorced, they were not as nearly well off as Mark's family and the divorce was settled fairly quickly. Jenn moved to the next county over to live with her sister. 

To Mark, the most devastating result of the divorce was the fact that his daughter Jessica now hated him. She had fully sided with her mother in the divorce battle and had called him a "fucking piece of shit" to his face. Mark's two sons seemed not to have picked any side but he could tell they were devastated inside. 

Karen had rebounded in a big way after the divorce. The first few months had been horrible but a few friends of hers and the support of her daughter had driven her to truly move on with her life. Two friends of hers who were also divorced, Tina and Sarah, were spending a lot of time with her and were exciting her about the new life she was hoping to live. She had raised a beautiful family and had done nothing wrong; her husband was the one who had betrayed her. Once she realized this, her outlook became jubilant and excited. She had already lost about ten pounds through dieting and her new weekly ritual of working out at a gym. She had also gotten some cosmetic surgery in the past few months and the scars were finally faded and she felt amazed every time she looked into the mirror. She had gotten a mild face lift to smooth out some wrinkles and some liposuction that slimmed down her waist and belly. Finally she had decided to get some work done on her breasts. She was a 32B and was hoping to become a 36C but her friends had convinced her to go larger. "Your going to want them bigger once you see how great they look when its over, believe me." Tina (who had implants) told her.

So she decided to go up to a 36DD (the same size as Tina).

"Jesus mom!" Jessica had exclaimed to her the first time she saw them. "They look great, they look so real!" Karen even indulged her daughter, paying for Jessica to get a nose job on her 19th birthday. She was happy when she learned Mark was furious about their daughter's new nose.

Looking in the mirror, Karen hadn't felt this confident about her body since she was in her twenties. Her new breasts were big, firm and very well shaped and she never got tired of holding them with her hands, amazed that a woman her age could have such beautiful breasts. Her stomach was flat, her waist thin and her legs were even beginning to look toned (weeks of going to the gym were paying off).

Mark drove up to Karen's new house and soon his son Dave was saying goodbye to him and stepping out of the car. Dave was living with Karen even though his relationship with his father was still pretty good. Mark had taken his son to a Mets game and they had a good time the entire weekend, they never talked of the divorce or the circumstances surrounding it but Mark was positive Dave knew about the affair with Jenn.

Dave walked up to the front door with his backpack over his shoulder and rang the doorbell, the door opened quickly and Mark caught a glimpse of his ex-wife. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off her new breasts nicely.

Fucking hell those are big. She went huge. It would almost be fucking ridiculous if she hadn't gotten all that other work and lost some weight. She is really on a fucking rebound.

He started to drive away, his mind still thinking about Karen.

She really looks much better now. She should have fucking done this when we were married. Her fucking slut friends are the ones who pushed her to this. And now she pulls our daughter into this shit, fucking plastic surgery. 

He felt angry about his ex-wife but he also felt something else. He felt himself becoming aroused.

She's doing this to get back at me. This is her way of getting revenge. Fucking "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" or whatever the fuck that saying is. Big fake revenge tits. 

He felt himself getting even more aroused.

Why is this making me horny? Fuck.

Mark DeMeo came to an epiphany, his eyes remained glued to the road but his mind was all over the place.

I like this. This humiliation or whatever she is trying to do to me. She is getting revenge in her own way. Her big fake tits are revenge aimed at me. She is starting her life over again, in the divorce I pretty much handed over 100 grand to her, plus almost 2 grand a month in alimony. She won in the end. This is her victory. She defeated me. She took away part of my manhood. She got money and my children's love. She has the pity also, I'm the bad guy, she is the victim. The victim who is celebrating her victory with plastic surgery. There is only one reason she would get plastic surgery, she wants to get back on the dating market. 

Mark found himself with an erection at this thought.

She wants a man, she is getting herself ready for men. My ex-wife, the mother of my children… she is readying herself for future dates and future sex. Revenge sex. She had her family "years" and she has her three beautiful children all grown up now. She wants sex now, she wants to be fucked.

As soon as he got home he masturbated.

"Hey Scott, can you drop off some mail for me on your way out?" Jenn called out to her twenty-one year old son.

"Alright." Scott replied, his voice clearly indicating that he didn't want to do this.

"Thanks!"

Scott Collins walked out of his mom's condo with the mail, he hadn't even bothered to kiss her goodbye. In the year or so since the divorce his relationship with her had become worse but she still loved him and babied him as much as possible. He had always been a "demanding" child, with poor grades, chronic asthma and behavior problems so his mother had always showered him with attention. Scott didn't deserve this positive attention though; he had dropped out of county college after one semester and was working a dead-end job at a music store. He partied a lot, drinking and smoking weed as much as he could. 

God she's a slut. He thought, walking out to his truck and dropping her mail off along the way.

 I can't believe she was fucking Mike DeMeo's dad. Mark DeMeo was so close to our family growing up and they were fucking. She ruined the marriage. And everyone blames her for all this. They think Mark DeMeo is some innocent guy. Just because the DeMeo family was always richer and more acceptable than ours. They had their three fucking little spoiled brat kids. Everyone thinks my mom is the slut who ruined two marriages.

Scott's strange love/hate relationship for his mother was thrown into a loop by the allegations of the affair. He now had a new reason to both hate and defend his mother. But he had found that the "hate" side was now winning over the "love" side.

I'm happy they think she's a slut, she is a bitch. Fuck her.

Mike DeMeo was also trying to move on with his life. He was a sophomore at Rutgers University and was spending as much time as possible down there to avoid his tangled family life.

His father's betrayal of his mom, especially with a family friend like Jenn, was devastating but his mom's "new look" was just as bad for him.

How could she get all that work done? How can she take herself seriously like that. She is a grown woman! She is my fucking mom and she gets breast implants and other stuff done to her. Our family is already shamed enough and now she walks around like that. I'm so fucking embarrassed she is like that.

Mike and Scott Collins had been friends since Kindergarten but they hadn't spoken since the affair became known and Mike was sure they would never be friends again.

Fuck Scott, he turned out to be such a piece of garbage. He is such a fuck up; screw him and his slut mom.

It wasn't just the divorce that had changed him; it was the realization of his parent's sexuality in full. He had always been secretly fascinated by his parents and their sex lives but he had never been forced to confront them in the public view of everyone. He had even masturbated a few times to thoughts of his parents having sex with other partners but he was now forced to face the reality of it. His father, driven purely by sexual lust, had committed adultery with his best friend's mom and his parents were now divorced. His now single mom had gotten breast implants and some other cosmetic surgery. There was only one reason she would get all that done.

She wants to be fucked.

His mom's new sexuality both frightened and tantalized him. 

One month later

Karen got ready for work in an excited mood. Today was a big day for her and the first step into her new life. She was going to flirt with her co-worker Rob today and see if he had any interest. Rob was around her age, tall, blonde and handsome. Karen was working at a large realtor's office as an office assistant and although Rob wasn't technically her boss he had been the one who had helped her "fit in" to the company and had been very helpful to her during her first few weeks. She had already caught him checking her out a few times.

It was "casual Friday" and she had chosen an outfit that would hopefully blow Rob's mind. She wore a brown pleated mini-skirt that came down only a few inches up from her knees. Her shirt was a white short-sleeved knit top with a v-neck that showed off her wonder-bra enhanced 36DDs. Underneath she wore a pair of mesh low-rise panties. A cute pair of heels finished the outfit off. Looking in the mirror before leaving she could not help but have a huge smirk on her face.

God I look fantastic!

"Hi Rob." She said, smiling as she sat at her desk.

"Hi Karen, how are ya today." He replied, smiling also.

"I'm good."

Hmm he looked! She thought to herself, catching his eyes momentarily focusing away from her face onto her visible cleavage.

"Hey Karen." Another voice called out. Karen turned and replied with a phony "Hey!"

It was Marissa, the office's other assistant. She was a chubby blonde in her mid-thirties who Karen felt didn't like her at all.

Compared to me today your nothing sweetheart! Karen felt some pride as she clearly had outshined her younger counterpart when she came to work for the company. They were both nice on the surface to each other but they also both resented each other in that brutal kind of way only two women can.

"Hey Karen can you grab some printer paper for my office." Rob said, leaning his head out of his doorway.

"Sure."

Perfect chance.

She got up and walked to the office closet, picked up an unopened bundle of printer paper and strutted to Rob's corner office. 

"Thanks Karen." He said, getting up from his chair.

"Nah sit down I got it."

"Ya sure." He asked.

"Yeah, its my job right?" She replied. He smiled and sat back down.

Here we go Rob.

She stood in front of the printer with her back to Rob. She bent over slowly, trying to give him as much of a view up her skirt as possible. She reloaded the printer, making sure to take her time.

I hope the view is nice.

Finished, she turned around quickly and strutted out. She caught a quick glimpse of Rob's face. His cheeks were slightly red and he was fiddling with his pen in an awkward manner. He smiled meekly at her.

The day went by and she had little contact with Rob, aside from a few awkward smiles as they passed each other in the hallways.

That night she masturbated for an hour in bed. It was an incredibly relaxing experience as she lay there naked in the dark, rubbing her body and driving her vibrator into her. She felt completely relieved and carefree; she closed her eyes and imagined Rob on top of her, his penis penetrating her with careful but purposeful motions. 

Karen felt like she had everything. She had a beautiful $400,000 dollar home (paid for in cash, no mortgage payments!), a shiny new Lexus SUV sitting in her garage, three beautiful children who loved her, great friends, a new job and her most of all: a gorgeous body.

This is a wonderful life. She thought, exhausted and sweating lightly from her hour of self-pleasure. She slept nude that night.

Several days later

Mike DeMeo walked into his mom's home.

"Hey mom."

"Hey honey!" She said, hugging him.

Mike couldn't help but feel her large breasts pressed against him.

His mom had undergone a drastic transformation in the last year. Her entire body seemed to have changed; her breasts now enlarged, her face tightened and pulled, her stomach flattened, her hips slimmed down and her legs toned. She still looked like "regular old" Karen but she was now something new, something amazing and eye-catching. She was a bimbo, a MILF… she was hot. Mike was having trouble accepting his "new" mother; the hardest thing to accept was what other people would think. He was embarrassed and knew people were surely gossiping about her.

He went out to eat lunch with his mom. He was surprised at how nice her new Lexus SUV was on the inside.

This thing is such a MILF wagon. He thought to himself.

They ate at Olive Garden and had a good time. They talked about his semester at Rutgers, his sisters, the summer job he had lined up (BestBuy) and some other things. The topic of the divorce, her cosmetic surgery or Mark never came up. Karen also didn't mention any potential boyfriends or interests of that sort. Mike was almost relieved he didn't have to engage in an awkward conversation of that nature but he was also desperate to learn more about his mom's sexuality. He even found his eyes occasionally being drawn to her breasts. She was wearing a tasteful tank top that didn't reveal much cleavage but it clearly showed the two bulky masses under her shirt. They were impossible to miss, breasts like hers were intended for viewing.

They are fucking magnets. Even I can't stop looking at them. There must be men in this restaurant who would love to get their hands on her breasts. She must love this attention. God what a fucking whore, she's my mom! She looks like she has two cantaloupes under her shirt.

Mike was spending the next week at his mom's house, sleeping in one of the two extra bedrooms. The semester was over and his summer living arraignment (he was living with two friends in a rented house about 25mins away) was not ready yet. On Monday Karen left early for work and when Mike woke up around 10AM the house was empty.

His stomach had pangs of excitement. He ate some oatmeal for breakfast, showered and then slowly walked into his mom's bedroom.

Her large bed was carefully made and the room was spotless. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for yet but he would know it when he found it.

He entered her large walk-in closet and found himself facing two drawers. He carefully began searching through each. He didn't find anything interesting until he came to the bottom drawer.

The piles of mostly white and black underwear in the drawer were not just random undergarments but the physical embodiment of sex in Mike's mind.

Holy shit. Fucking shit. Jackpot. Wow!

He carefully browsed through the pile. He found bikinis, thongs, tangas and even some "mom style" high-cut bikinis and briefs that still made him horny. After a few minutes he had an erection. He picked out his favorite pair: a lacey light-yellow thong.

He walked into her bathroom and sat on the toilet, his pants at his ankles. He smelled the fresh fabric and soon was masturbating. The orgasm was incredibly pleasurable and semen dripped over his hand, falling into the toilet water below.

After he was done he returned the thong to its resting place, in his post-coital mood he felt guilty, humiliated and even frightened looking at the underwear. They seemed to represent his mom more now than any of his childhood memories or false ideas about her "new life".

She wants to get fucked. She wants sex. Sex not with my dad. Mike was struggling to come to face this overriding fact and he found himself feeling horny once again.

 I need to see it. I need to see the sex, I need to see it all.

But how?

Two nights later

Karen and her two friends, Sarah and Tina, sat in her living room, sipping wine and talking. Mark was out for the night and she had invited her two friends over to relax and catch up on the past weeks gossip.

The three ladies presented a formidable sexual trio. Sarah was a 42 year old divorced blonde with large breasts (36DDs like Karen), a pretty face and long hair. Karen was slightly jealous of how good Sarah looked, especially her seemingly youthful face and plump lips. Tina was 48, divorced, blonde and had a smaller bust than either of them but she still looked pretty. She definitely showed her age more than the other two but she had a "California beach bunny" look to her that made her very appealing to men.

"So how's it going with Mister Rob?" Sarah asked, sipping her wine glass and grinning mischievously.

Karen rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"He isn't interested at all."

"Ah really? That's a shame, he sounds like a real handsome one." Tina added.

"His loves his wife too much; he pretends he doesn't notice any of my advances." Karen added.

"Take my advice… young men!" Sarah said, emphasizing the last two words.

"Hell yeah." Tina added, the three of them giggled.

"I dunno, it seems so weird." Karen said.

"I know, I know but you don't go too young, go for some guy in his late twenties or early thirties."

"They have younger women they can go for, all those hot ones." Karen added.

"No believe me, there are many of them who would love to be with a mature woman, it's a real turn on. Ever hear the term "MILF"? There are men out there who would get on their hands and knees and beg to be with a woman twice their age!" Sarah said.

The women laughed.

"Milf, I've heard that a lot lately!" Karen replied in a moment of pride 

Two days later

Mike woke up early Friday and found himself home alone once more. Today was his big day, the day he would begin to explore his mom and her new life. He took out his backpack from under his bed and unpacked the wrapped up package. The day before he had driven into Manhattan to visit a spy camera shop he had found online. He had stopped along the way at a Walmart to purchase the same model Sony clock-radio his mother kept on her bedside. He brought the brand new clock-radio to the spy shop and had them install a wireless digital camera and transmitter into it. He explained it was for his step-mom to help her spy on her maid who she suspected of theft. The two employees at the store didn't seem to care what the reason was for as long as the money was paid. Mike forked over almost three hundred dollars for them to retrofit the clock-radio. It took them a few hours and Mike wandered the streets of Manhattan as he waited, stopping to get a burger and fries at a McDonalds. When they were finished they called his cell phone and he returned to the shop, they gave him a quick demonstration of the system and a pamphlet that also had instructions. He returned home only an hour or so before his mom usually came home, he quickly switched out her clock-radio for the new one. It was on a dresser on the right side of the room, facing her bed with a perfect view. He even had time to test it out on his laptop; the camera transmitted wireless to the internet through the wireless cable modem (his mom was not nearly internet savvy enough to figure it out) and generated video files that could be accessed at his leisure on his laptop by logging into a special password-protected web address.




The Decisions We Make



 Jesus fucking Christ the view is perfect! He thought to himself. He could clearly see anything going on in her bed and even a few feet in front of it. The drawer that held the radio had a large mirror above it and he was excited at the thought that his mom might dress herself in front of the mirror, giving him a perfect view of her entire body from her waist up. 

He almost got an erection because of the excitement.

He heard the front door open.

"Hey honey." His mom said, walking past his door on the way to her bedroom.

"Hey mom, how was work."

"Ah it wasn't bad, how was your day."

"Not bad, I went to Walmart and picked up some stuff for my new house."

"Oh good, good." She answered from her bedroom.

He logged into the camera and watched the live feed.

On the screen he watched his mom walk into the bedroom, put her purse down and walk past the camera into the bathroom.

Nothing exciting but still incredible.

I can't believe how good this works, this is going to be amazing. I can't believe I'm fucking doing this.

That night in bed he could barely sleep. His mind was filled with fantasies. He imagined what kinds of scenes he might see on the camera. The fucking, the sex… Would it be sensual, with lots of touching and kissing? Or would be raw, flesh pounded against the flesh. And who would it be with? A middle-aged date or co-worker as he imagined most likely or someone else… Would it be with a younger man? Either way, the fantasies turned him on and pleased him as nothing else had ever before.

Mike moved out over the next two days, finally on the last day he took his last load of clothes out of his room and loaded them into his car.

"Bye mom, take care."

"Ah honey, I love you! Call me when you are unpacked." She replied, hugging him.

"Alright, OK ma." He replied.

As Mike drove away he saw a truck parked on the street outside his mom's house, on the side it said "Martino Landscaping." A fat older man unhooked a lawn mower from the truck's trailer.

Hmm, that name seems familiar?

Over the next two weeks, Mike logged in almost hourly to check the hidden camera. Most of the time there was nothing on the camera, just an empty room and a made bed. His best glimpses came towards the night as she readied for bed, sometimes he got a glimpse of her strutting past the camera view in her panties and bra. Mike had masturbated to one particularly hot screen capture, a full body shot that showed off her tight body and massive breasts.

The miracles of cosmetic surgery. Mike thought to himself.

He had saved the screen capture in a hidden folder for future viewing. A few nights he also caught a glimpse of her climbing into bed wearing a light pink "baby doll" that looked amazing. He saved a few shots of those also for masturbation.

On Thursday Mike worked later and came home around 8PM. He found four "recent activity" videos on the private server. The first one was only five minutes long, it was at 3:10PM (she was home early?) and was simply her walking into her closet and then leaving. AT 3:59PM there was another short video, she walked into her closet again (this time almost jogging) and didn't come out for almost five minutes, when she did leave again she had changed her outfit. Her jeans had been replaced by a black miniskirt; she strutted out from the closet and looked in the mirror to fix her hair before leaving the bedroom. Her long tanned legs looked amazing in the miniskirt.

Why did she change from jeans into that little skirt? Is she going out on a date? Mike thought, sitting up quickly in his computer chair. The third video was at 4:44PM and was almost 40mins long.

Another outfit change? Mike thought, clicking to open the video file. It took almost fifteen minutes to download.

Mike was in for the shock of his life when he finally opened the video. The camera's motion detector was set off by his mom and another figure entering the room, their bodies close. His mom turned her back to the bed and faced the figure. Mike leaned towards the computer screen, his heart starting to race. The other figure was a man, about an inch or so taller than his mom, his hands resting on her thin waist as they made out. His mom's hands rubbed the male figure's shoulders and arms. He was wearing khaki shorts and a tight red t-shirt. His hair was dark, almost black and he looked tan. Mike couldn't get a good look at his face. His mom sat on the edge of the bed and seductively took her heels off; giving Mike a good look at the man's face.

Holy fucking shit. No. No. The man was Tony Martino, a classmate of Mike's who had graduated with him from high school three years earlier.

Holy shit, no this isn't happening. It can't be him, can it? Oh my god it is him, its fucking Anthony Martino.

A successful high school wrestler, Tony Martino had been the stereotypical high school "jock", his dark hair was always fashionably messy, his skin always tanned and he had been a pompous asshole to people "less popular' than him in high school. Mike had never been really popular in school but he hadn't ever really been made fun of either; his circle of friends being those types of kids who could hang out with a wide array of the school's cliques, including the "cool kids" on many occasions. Mike had even played beer pong with Tony one night senior year and he had talked with him for a friendly hour or so. Tony had never made fun of Mike but he had always felt he was beneath him in the school social order. 

And now Mike was going to watch Tony fuck his mom.

Tony took his shirt off as Karen undid her heels, his chest was tanned and he had six pack abs, broad shoulders and muscular arms. He flexed his thick arms and grinned in a moment of cockiness.

Fuck he is in good shape. Of course he can be cocky, he is about to fuck the mom of a kid he knew from high school. He is about to fuck my mom.

Karen looked up at him and ran her hands over his body. Tony played with her hair as she rubbed his athletic chest; she was soon tugging his khaki shorts down. The shorts came down and Karen pulled down his tight gray briefs, she rubbed his penis and soon took it into her mouth.

Mike's heart was racing and his stomach felt weak, he couldn't look away. He had to watch. He had to watch his mother with this man.

For the next five minutes Mike watched his mother giving oral sex to the young man. Tony closed his eyes and smiled, playing with Karen's hair and occasionally reaching down to grope one of her plump breasts.

She stopped and stood up in front of Tony, carefully taking off her tank-top, Tony's hands came to her large breasts and he fondled them roughly, lowering his head down to kiss and lick them. She undid her bra and he continued, the look on his face could only be described as "thrilled". 

He must love her huge breasts. He must be going nuts. He looks like a kid who just opened his favorite gift on Christmas morning. He must be thinking: "God those are big tits!"

She undid her skirt and let it fall to her knees, revealing a black thong. Tony, wearing nothing but his white socks and a hemp necklace, stood watching her. 

Mike carefully eyed his mother's naked body. She looked amazing but it was clear she was a woman who was almost fifty. Her butt was tight and shapely but had a "lumpy" look from some angles. Her legs were toned and long but looking close he could tell they belonged to an aged woman. 

Tony turned and sat on the bed, he then rested flat on his back, his legs dangling off the foot of the bed. Karen kneeled between his legs and took his member into her mouth.

For the next ten minutes she pleasured him. Tony remained on the bed, his hands running through his hair and occasionally over his chest, his head looking up towards the ceiling. A view times Mike could see that his face was twitching in moments of heightened pleasure.

My mom is servicing him. Mike had an erection and was soon touching himself, building up his own orgasm.

Mike saw Tony's body tensing more often now, Karen sensed this and worked him harder, using her hands to rub and stimulate his penis.

The video had no sound but body language alone told Mike when Tony had his orgasm. He suddenly leaned up, his hands coming to Karen's head. She didn't let up, Tony's lead leaned back and his mouth opened.

 Yelling or moaning in pleasure?

After this Karen stopped, she stood up and they looked at each other, Tony's hands came to her breasts once more and he played with them for another minute or so.

Afterwards he picked up his clothes from the floor and walked into the bathroom. Karen pulled her thong back up and laid down on the bed. After a few minutes Tony, now dressed, returned from the bathroom and stood to look at Karen for a few minutes before leaving. Karen remained in bed for another few minutes and after twenty minutes or so it appeared she had fallen asleep. The camera, no longer detecting movement, automatically shut off.

Mike remained in his chair looking at the blank screen for what seemed like an eternity. He had masturbated, almost unconsciously, during the video and he found his jeans wet and sticky with semen. He had been so engrossed in the video that he had failed to notice himself ejaculating all over his pants and the computer chair. 

Mike masturbated to the movie once more when he could get another erection. He then carefully analyzed the movie almost shot-by-shot, looking for things he didn't notice. His mind was filled with thoughts, fears and passions.

He must know she is my mom. He has to have heard about the divorce, so he clearly knows who she is. The question is, does she know I went to school with him? I bet she doesn't. If she knew he had gone to school with me she would have never done this I bet. I wonder what he told her, maybe that he went to a different school or something? Maybe she never even asked.

Tony was a cocky fuck back then and I bet he still is. He was always a popular jock. Everyone knew the stories about him and his sexual exploits and all that. We all knew he fucked or got blow jobs from the hottest girls in the school, or that he showed up at all the coolest parties. He drove that fucking Ford Explorer that everyone talked about; with the 18inch wheels, Alpine sound system and stupid TVs in the seat headrests. 

Mike felt a shiver of terror.

Who is he going to tell about this? This is definitely something you brag about. "Yo guys, remember Mike DeMeo? Well his mom sucked my dick!" Mike pictured Tony telling his friends (many of them people who Mike had known from high school) at some party. Or would he keep it a secret, afraid of admitting his rendezvous with a woman over twenty years older than him, fearing his friends would call it "Gross". Mike had a fetish for mature woman but he knew many young guys his age didn't.

He never hated me and I never hated him… We got along the few times we hung out and we even sometimes talked in the classes we had together, maybe he will remember how nice I was to him and he won't tell anyone, or at least, not tell anyone who she was. He clearly has a story that can humiliate me in the eyes of everyone we graduated with, he has this power. 

For the most of the next day, Mike was in a strange mental state. He floated through his day at work, seemingly uncaring but still doing his job satisfactorily. It was Friday night now and he returned from work to found only one of his roommates there. The other was spending the weekend at his girlfriend's college.

"Yo man, wanna hit up a bar later or something?" His roommate asked.

"Eh, I dunno man, I'm pretty beat from work. Wanna just chill here? Maybe invite some people over to play 360, smoke some hookah or something?"

"Whatever, sounds good." He roommate replied, nodding his head in agreement.

"I'm gonna take a shower and then text some people, see if they wanna chill here." Mike added, walking up the stairs to his room.

He closed his door and sat at his computer, his heart rate quickening as he checked the private server. Nothing exciting, his mom came home from work, changed into a different outfit (not very risqué) and then left around 7:30PM.

Date? Dinner? Hanging out with her friends?

He opened the saved video file of his mom and Tony and masturbated to it quickly before taking his shower. In the shower he stood motionless for a few minutes, thinking about his mom and the video as hot water drained over his body.

A few friends of Mike and his roommate came over that night and they spent a few hours smoking hookah and playing games on the Xbox. Around 1AM they left and the two roommates went to their mutual bedrooms to try and get some sleep.

Mike locked his door and sat at his chair. He logged into Facebook and looked up Anthony DeMartino's profile. He looked over the pictures, many of them showing Tony holding a beer can, playing drinking games, relaxing at the beach or partying with his friends and many good-looking girls.

God he is a cocky bastard. He can probably fuck any of those college sluts but he decides to fool around with my mom? 

Inside, Mike knew what he felt. He was envious of Tony. Mike's favorite porn videos to watch while masturbating always involved the same setup: an older woman being pounded hard by a significantly younger man. Deep down he also secretly wished that many times he could watch his mom be that older woman. And now finally, he was viewing this fantasy played out in reality for better or for worse. His ultimate fantasy had come true.

Mark DeMeo's life in the year after the divorce had started off bad but was getting better quickly. Mark was living in a $350,000 luxury 3bedroom townhouse, He had no mortgage payment and he had also paid off the remaining payments on his BMW 535xi sedan. He had even found a higher paying job (although his commute to work was now almost 40mins) at a larger real-estate investment company. Although the real-estate market remained in a low point, this company had attracted enough investors to begin taking some risky purchases and investments that were beginning to pay off. Mark's salary was now almost $100,000 a year and, with no large expenses left to pay, he was accumulating a rather large savings account as his paychecks rolled in. Money was good but his sex life wasn't. Mark and Jenn hadn't talked since the divorce and he didn't feel too bad if he never saw her again. Mark didn't have many close male friends during the marriage but he was beginning to spend more time with his friends Jeff and Mike. Both men were around his age, successful and divorced. The three men sometimes headed out to upscale bars and restaurants, occasionally talking about the women surrounding them. Mark's life was now settled down and he decided it was time to get back out into "the game" and try to find some action. He wasn't interested in a long-term relationship though, and as Mike had told him, most single women their age weren't either. They were looking for someone to spend some time with and have some fun. 

Mark had known Jeff and Mike since high school and the two men had even both followed similar paths in life. They were both divorced, had grown kids and good paying jobs. Even though they were both Mark's age they had been living wild lives as single men the past ten years or so. They both eagerly ushered Mark into their world, telling him stories about their trips to Vegas and Miami, their exploits with women and the youthful excitement of being single.

Mark couldn't wait to join them in this "new" lifestyle. 

Several days later

Come on. Come on. Give me something. Mike DeMeo thought to himself as he sat down in his computer chair to check the remote server. To his surprise two new video files had been generated and saved. The first one was only 2 minutes long. Mark clicked it and downloaded it.

It wasn't much, just his mom walking into her walk-in closet at 4:10PM. She came out a minute later wearing a tight pair of khaki shorts and a gray tank top that clearly showed off her large bust.

Damn, not bad? Pretty casual though… she going to the gym or something?

The next video was 52 minutes long and started at 4:45PM. Mike downloaded it and felt anticipated in his stomach.

What would she be doing in her room for almost an hour? An hour of almost constant movement…

The video started playing automatically after it was downloaded. Because the camera was activated by movement only, there was no waiting period, the imagery shot into Mike's head almost instantaneously. Karen walked in the room, pulling Tony Martino by the hand. They both looked like they were laughing. At the foot of the bed Karen spun around and pulled Tony's face towards hers, catching him in an aggressive kiss. His hands came to her sides and he gently clenched her slender waist.

Holy fuck. Again. This is happening again. Another blowjob for Tony?

Soon they were both pulling her top off, she wore no bra underneath. Tony kissed and played with her large breasts as she rubbed his muscular arms and shoulders. It didn't take long for them both to undress and climb onto the bed, Tony wearing his boxers and Karen just in her black lace bikini panties. Their hands explored each other's body furiously as they kissed. 

Mike felt that he had an erection.

God I hope they fuck. Please for the love I god I hope they fuck. Mike was so infatuated by what he was watching he didn't comprehend his own mental wish. Had he been in a clearer state of mind he might have been taken aback at the idea of wishing to see his own mother be screwed by another man.

Please fuck. Please fuck. I want to see my mom get fucked.

Their foreplay was interrupted by Karen and Mike could make out her lips moving as she said something to Tony. He got up out of bed, his erection bulging from his boxer shorts, and walked into her bathroom. A moment later he returned, holding a small object in his hand.

Condom. 

He sat in bed next to Karen and pulled his boxers down, Karen's hands rubbed his penis as he opened the condom wrapper. He handed it to her and Mike watched as his mother carefully put the condom onto Tony's hardened member. The look on Tony's face was sublime, he knew exactly what he was about to take part in.

God he looks like he is fucking horny. He knows he is about to pound some pussy. My mom's pussy.

Mike felt a moment of terror at this thought but his mind soon returned to the pure sexual energy his mind was being flooded with. 

Karen rolled on her back and Tony climbed atop her, he held himself up with his arms and kissed her large breasts. They both worked to pull her panties down. They looked each other for what seemed a full minute before he began to penetrate her.

Mike used both hands to rub his throbbing penis.

I'm watching my mom get fucked by Tony Martino. Is this real? Is this a dream or nightmare or something? I'm watching my mom get fucked. I'm watching my mom get fucked and I'm loving every second of it.

He didn't kiss her as he fucked her but he occasionally lowered his head to lick or kiss her large breasts. Karen's hands ran up and down his muscular arms, sometimes stopping to squeeze his shoulders. Her long legs rested lazily on his thighs as he penetrated her. The movement of his body was almost hypnotic.

Mike fast forwarded a few minutes ahead, the scene remained the same. He fast forwarded a few more minutes ahead and although there was no sound, could tell Tony's orgasm was building, his face was contorted and he clenched his lips as the climax neared. Sensing this Karen brought her hands to his face and gently rubbed his cheeks and neck as he neared climax, she squeezed her legs around his lower body and her feet hung lazily over his lower back.