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The Nine

By: charlottesbed



OK, Paul has threatened me with no sex this weekend if I don't write this one down. And I guess he is right because I've been promising it to you who read me regularly for a long time. But he's right, I need to get it out because it just keeps rattling around up there and my head won't be clear enough to write about anything else we do until I get this out and down. 

Part of the problem, I think, is that unlike other things I have written about, this one was so overwhelming that I really can't do the kind of detailed sharing of what went on that I have done in my other stories. But maybe I can at least give you some idea of what it was like. I'll certainly try. 

Those of you who read me regularly (or at least as regularly as I write.) already know these are true stories. Names, except mine and Paul's are always changed to protect those who are part of this. And the dialogue is as close as I can remember, but I am sure it's not dead on exact. But other than those things... this is real life. My life. 

This began back in October, just a couple of weeks after we got back from our honeymoon. I was settling into Paul's house and things were falling back into a routine at work. That sounds dull, but actually it was pretty nice. I was enjoying being married, and being with Paul almost every night (except for when one or the other of us had to travel for work.). I liked the new day to day intimacy of it all. And the sex had been very tender and (on my part) deliciously submissive. I was one happy woman. 

Then one Tuesday I get a call from Paul, who was working at home. "Two quick questions." he said. 

"OK?" 

"First," he said "is there any chance you can get Friday off and travel down to San Antonio with me for the weekend.?"

My work runs in waves and is pretty flexible during the slow times and it was a slow week. "Yes." I said. 

"Good. Plan on it. I'll make the reservations."

"And the other question?" I asked. 

"Which would you rather have this weekend, a ten and a half inch cock, or all the cocks you can possible handle?"

That was sooo not what what I was expecting! But we HAD talked before our wedding about how we didn't want the wedding to end our sexual adventures. I had expected we'd get to one at some point, just not this soon. I rarely do the "instantly wet" thing you read about in porn stories, but I have to tell you, this time I was truly instantly wet. I stuttered a second.

"I kind of need to know now." Paul said. "I have to make the arrangements and depending on what you decide, it may take a day or two."

I couldn't thing. Ten and a half inches. My God, that was bigger than anything. But the chance to be taken by as many men as I could handle? That was a crazy fantasy too. I took a deep breath. "The men." I said. My voice was rough with lust at the thought. 

"Good girl." Paul said, and hung up. 

I just sat at my desk and stared at the phone. Damn his hide, I was going to be useless at work for the next couple of days. 

And I was. Friday could not come soon enough. I can only hope that my staff chalked my fuzziness to being a newly wed. 

Finally Friday came. We flew out early. If you read my stories, you know already what happened on Friday night. Saturday we went shopping along the River Walk. Paul found me a very 1940s pinup kind of dress to wear that night. You know the kind, kind of classic and kind of pin up, navy blue with white polka dots. Pencil skirt. Tight bodice with little flounces on the deep V neckline? I'm sure you've seen some like it. Honestly, this one was like it was made for me, it hugged me so right. We also found some shoes, the perfect navy 3" pump. 

A while later we found a lingerie shop. Actually, I'd bet Paul already knew it was there. But it was wonderful. It was the kind of place like you see in movies. Very elegantly sex, where you go in and see a lot of things on manikins and someone greets you. Paul had me put on the dress. "She needs a corset", Paul told the clerk. "It needs to make her look perfect in the dress, and it needs to show just the slightest bit of the corset top in the V neck." 

The clerk didn't even blink. "What color" she asked. 

"Let's see what you have." Paul said. 

The woman never even asked my size. She just went to the back and brought back two, a black one and a really red one. I tried the black on first. "Too much of it shows." Paul said. "Try the other one."

So I went back in and put on the red one and shimmied into the dress. Like the dress, the corset had a nice "V". Only the slightest red showed, and only when I leaned forward a little. Otherwise, laced the way she had done it, it was all cleavage. When I walked in. Paul smiled. "Perfect.". We packed everything in bags, and went back to the hotel room. I was already damp with anticipation. 

"We have an early dinner reservation." Paul said. "because it might be a long night." He was smiling. I was smiling. 

I went and got ready. A bath, long, hot and luxurious with lavender bath beads. I shaved, carefully and very, very smooth. I could not help but touch myself when I got out of the tub. I was like silk. I dried and did my hair, which fortunately, co-operated. I did my makeup. Standing in front of the mirror, naked, I was very happy with what I saw.

When I came out of the room, I saw Paul had been busy too. He was dressed in a suit, a dark subtle pinstripe. And he had attached some of our cuffs and chains to the bed, one to each of the four posts. There was play in them, so I was not to be spread tightly, I could tell. but I would be helpless. I love helpless and Paul knows it. 

He helped me into the corset, careful to lace it the way the clerk had done. "Forget the panties." he said. "You'd only get them damp anyway."

Damn him. He was right. He almost always is. I took them off and he tossed them to the sofa. I shimmied into the dress again. "Ready?" he asked. 

I wasn't sure if I was or not, but I nodded. He offered his arm. I took it. 

We took the elevator downstairs to the lobby. There was a large bar/restaurant there. A nice place. It was maybe six or so. Happy hour on Friday night. The place was packed. There were young men everywhere. As we walked in, Paul leaned over and whispered in my ear, "A lot of these men are going to have sex with you tonight. You're going to feel their cocks, one after the other. They are going to be here, watching us have dinner, getting their own excitement up. And you will have no idea which ones are going to have you. But they are anticipating you already."

Men were watching me. And why not, Paul had made sure I'd get attention by what he had chosen for me to wear. All over the room, where ever I looked, I caught men looking. Some looked away quickly. Some smiled and nodded. Which ones, I wondered, were just enjoying, and which ones were imaging taking me later? My God, if everyone I caught looking had me, I'd be taken by dozens. It was driving me crazy. I could hardly carry on a conversation. I don't remember a thing about the meal, just that overwhelming feeling of being on display, of being a sex object. For a former wallflower like me, it was like crack cocaine. I was intoxicated, and as I drank wine with my dinner, I became doubly intoxicated. 

Normally after dinner, we have coffee. But not that night. Paul left me slightly drunk and intoxicated by lust. He paid the bill and got up to pull my chair. As I stood. he leaned to me. "Time for the blindfold." he said. 

"Here? In public?"

"Here." he said. "Now." Then the first group will follow us up."

I had a big lump in my throat. I nodded. I was unable to do anything but obey. 

He pulled a lace and black blindfold from his jacket pocket and tied it over my eyes. "Take my arm." he said. 

I took it and we walked out, then through the lobby to the elevator. People got on the elevator with us. We they for me? I wondered. We went up, and the door opened and we stepped out. A moment later and another elevator car stopped on the same floor and people got out. We walked to the room and I could hear footsteps. I tried to sense how many but it was hard. I couldn't do it. My legs were starting to feel shaky. 

We stopped at our room and Paul opened the door. He took my hand and led me in. I could hear men's steps follow us into the suite. 

"Gentlemen, welcome." Paul said. "You know the rules. You will take turns with her as long as you hold up, or as long as she can take it. If you get to where she can't take any more, I will tell you to stop. If she wears all of you out to the point where you are just done, I'll call up the next group. They are waiting downstairs. Have all the fun you like, but remember, this night is for her, and I expect her to be treated well."

The next group? I really was becoming weak in the knees now. I leaned against Paul. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. The chasteness of that kiss was a total contrast to what was about to happen. 

"Gentlemen, your clothes can come off, while I take off her dress." He made me stand in the center of the suite. I could hear them taking off clothes, belts unbuckling, things falling to the floor. 

Paul unzipped me and lifted the dress over my head. The room was full of men's comments: "Damn." "Oh my God". "Fuck yeah." Things like that. I knew they were looking at me, dress off, corset hugging my curves, no panties, all shaved curves. I could feel a slight trickle down one leg already. I could hear heavy breathing. Paul led me to the bed. 

He began to connect the cuffs. He surprised me, and had my body across the bed sideways, with my head right at the side edge, slightly leaning back. I could move and adjust some, but I could go nowhere. 

Then his hands grabbed the top of the corset and yanked. I felt my breasts fall free and again, the men made comments and compliments. Paul leaned down and kissed me tenderly. He leaned close to my ear and said simply, "Enjoy."

"You first." he said and I felt someone climb on the bed. He wasted no time, lowering his hips to mine and fitting his cock to my clit. I was dying in anticipation. He slid himself in me, already wet, slowly. I heard myself whimper. He lowered himself and I felt his strange new lips on my breast, his cock sliding slow and steady in and out. I was quivering and he sped up until he grunted and I felt him slam into me, pounding as he came. 

The he pulled out. "You." Paul said. and suddenly there was another. Less gentle. Smaller. Vigorous and coming fast. He got off. 

The third man was big. Not massive, but big, and by now, I was so near the edge. He was hardly in me before I came, hard, and as I usually do, loud. Now I was was the one pounding and bucking, and as luck had it, he was not only good sized, he had stamina, he just went on and on. I know I came once more before he did. 

"You." Paul said. And they sort of blurred into this massive orgy of never ending sex. I came over and over. I writhed (I know I did, not because I remember, but because the next morning I had marks where the cuffs had been.). Somewhere a couple of times, men went down on me and licked me. I felt like I was living in uncontrollable orgasms. I cried out. I screamed and begged. One after another. 

At one point Paul said "You." and I heard Paul approach me. He leaned down and whispered. "I decided you didn't need to choose really. This is the ten and a half inch guy." 

I was afraid. I wanted it. He was gentle, but he was huge. I thought I could not experience much more when suddenly I was being spread slowly larger than anything I had imagined. He was gentle and I never was able to take him all, but he had control and just pumped me slowly but unrelentingly, right to the limit of what I could take. When I finally came on him, the power of that orgasm shook me to my core, coming from someplace I never imagine existed. After I came, he pulled out and shot over me, hot and warm and with a salty sweet smell. I was gasping for breath. 

Somewhere, I went desperate. I begged for another, and another. And there was always another, and then, just as suddenly, I was overwhelmed. I couldn't. I whimpered like a little girl to Paul. "Please. make them stop. I can't."

And just like that, they stopped. I later learned these were all military men, used to following orders, and they followed these just as if Paul and I were commanding generals. I heard them putting on their clothes. Each one kissed me on the lips, gently as they left, with comments like "Thank you, ma'am " and "You are amazing." and "I'll remember this the rest of my life." Those kisses were like fire. I felt objectified in a way that I had never imagined. It was amazing exciting, but I was having a hard time re-orienting myself. The last of them left and the door closed. 

Paul drew near. "Are you OK.". 

I nodded. Unable to talk. 

He began to undo the cuffs. I was like a rag doll. He rolled me over and unlaced the back of the corset, then rolled be back to my back and took it off. I was limp. 

I heard him to to the bathroom and run the bath. Still blindfolded and feeling helpless, like a little girl, he managed to lift me and took me into the bathroom. He lowered me into the tub, full now with hot, soapy water. I smelled lavender. My favorite scent. I was still blindfolded. He was still dressed.

He bathed me. Gently. His familiar hands slowly moving me from a place of feeling like a sex object to being what I am at more core - his woman. He washed every inch of me. His touch was like fire, even in the water. Familiar. Loving. I was still hyper sensitive. When he washed my breasts, the slightest touch to my nipples and a huge orgasm washed unexpectedly over me. He lifted me out and sat me on the toilet. He dried me. Then led me to the bed. 

I was still blindfolded. I heard him undressing. And then he climbed into the bed with me. I clung to him. His arms wrapped around me. I cried. I don't know if it was release, being overwhelmed,. joy at being safe in his arms, amazement that I had a man who would trust me in such a situation and still treat me like a princess. I don't know what it was. I just cried. 

At some point, I was cried out. I felt warm and loved. And suddenly desperate to pleasure Paul. 

"Are you awake?" I asked. 

"Yes."

"Thank you. I don't think I could do that again, at least not for a very long time. But it was amazing. So different from what I imagined."

"Good."

"How many were there?"

"Nine. You took four of them twice."

I was overwhelmed all over again. I was quiet for a while. 

"What did you do, during?" I asked. 

"I watched." he said. "I watched each and every man who went in you. I watched for your pleasure. And I watched to make sure you were safe."

"Thank you." I said. "I felt safe. Were you OK?"

"Yes." he said. 

"Excited?"

"Hard as steel." he said. I could hear the smile in his voice. 

"Did you come?" I asked. 

"No."

"Then you have to." I said. I reached up and pulled off my blindfold at last. I pulled aside the covers. 

There was his cock, still hard and straight. Smooth. MY cock. Perfect. I touched it. Part of me felt like a schoolgirl again. It looked and felt familiar, but after what I had just experience, it also felt new, exciting. 

"I want to kiss it." I said. 

"And I want to come in your mouth." he replied. 

I slid down to his cock. I kissed the head. I licked it. I nibbled. I licked it more. Kissed it more. My fingers and their manicured nails lightly played with his balls.

How could it be. I was getting excited again. 

I took his cock head into my mouth. I felt his hand gentle but firm against the back of my head. I became still, and he began to pump his cock into my mouth. In and out. slowly at first, them speeding up. I felt his urgency. He got faster, rougher. and finally.... he came. I felt his sperm and it's salty taste as he shot into my mouth and he held my head to his cock. He kept at it until he was drained. 

I felt at peace. I had been taken, and I had given. I shifted to curl up next to Paul, spooning, his arms around me. I was safe. I tasted his cum in my mouth. God I loved that man. And he loved me. We fell asleep. 

It was wonderful, even if I can't remember every detail. I felt incredibly desired, alive and overwhelmed by sex in a way I had always imagined might exist, but until a few years ago, when I met Paul and my life changed, I never dared dream could happen to me. 

Charlotte

The Nine O'Clock News



Note: The characters are loosely modeled on real people (in my twisted mind) but only people who catch local Chicago news will know who my models are. 

Dateline: Chicago

Jackie Berg glanced one last time in the mirror to see if there was any remaining pancake from the newscast she had just finished co-anchoring. Satisfied, she left the women's room to head for home. She almost walked into Dana Orlov, a beat reporter with the station as she was heading into the restroom.

"Oh, I'm sorry Dana. I didn't see you." Jackie said. "You made good time getting back from that remote on the West Side."

"Yeah, traffic was pretty light and Jim gave us the go ahead to come in right after I finished the report." Dana replied. "How was the rest of the broadcast? Everything go okay?"

"The show was good, you know, for a slow news night." The newswoman said before continuing, "But you know how that can be, filling in on the Morning Show."

"Oh yeah, it can be pretty hard to fill time. But to be fair, in the morning it's a lot looser and more fun. The only drawback is getting up so damned early in the morning to be here and ready by 6. I don't mind filling in for Roseanne, but I don't think I could do the early routine on a regular basis." The blonde reporter said. "But, excuse me please, I need to..." she finished, nodding toward the door.

"God, I'm sorry!" Jackie said stepping out of the way. She looked as the young reporter walked past, admiring the fit of her slacks. `Nice ass' she thought.

Outside in the studio parking lot, Jackie was looking for her car keys when she heard someone yell to her.

"Hey, Jackie! Wait up!" Dana trotted over to Jackie's car, smiling. "Did you have any plans for dinner?"

Jackie stood for a moment, then said "No, the rest of my night is wide open." Jackie didn't add "And so am I."

Dana's smile grew wider, "Great. There's a place on Ravenswood that serves until the wee hours."

"The Fireplace? Sounds good. I'll meet you there." With that Jackie climbed behind the steering wheel, started the car, and waved at Dana on

the way out of the parking lot.

"I wonder what this is all about," Jackie mused aloud. "We've never been more than friends. If, however, she's interested in anything further, I'd sure like to let her know the feeling is mutual. Oh, who am I fooling?"

As she pulled into the parking lot, Jackie checked herself out in the rearview mirror. She saw a pretty, young lady with blond hair falling below her shoulders. The nose might be too big (she had her father's Roman nose) but it fit quite nicely with the rest of her face. She knew others found her attractive including many viewers, considering the amount of fan mail she received. As she finished her appraisal, headlights swept the lot and Dana pulled up next to her.

"Making sure you're beautiful for all your fans?" Dana teased.

Jackie replied, "No, not for all my fans." She stressed the word "all."

Dana cocked her head, looking thoughtful then led the way into the bar.

They took a table towards the back and relaxed. They chatted for a while about station politics before Dana stopped and asked "Where's the waitress? I'll go up to the bar. What would you like?"

`You,' Jackie thought. "I'll have a vodka tonic with a twist." She said out loud. "Oh, and don't forget a couple of menus."

"Definitely not. I'll be right back." Dana crossed to the bar, affording Jackie another nice view of her ass.

Dana returned promptly, and said "Here's your vodka tonic," and with a slight wiggle of her hips, added "and your twist."

Jackie laughed and, taking a menu, asked "Any specials? Any waitress?"

"No to both. She had to leave early; family emergency, the bartender said. And there are no specials on weeknights, but anything on the menu is available. And more besides." Dana muttered the last under her breath.

They took a few minutes and looked over the menu before the bartender came and took their orders. They both order the grilled chicken salad.

"You know us on-air personalities have to watch our figure" Jackie joked.

"Especially if you're wearing those jeans," Dana responded. 'And they hug your ass so well,' she thought.

"One of the perks of sitting behind the anchor desk. I can wear what I want from the waist down, within reason of course, as long as I have a nice blouse and maybe a jacket," Jackie said.

Dana looked thoughtful for a moment then asked, "Jackie, can I ask you something?" She continued at Jackie's nod. "Well, to start, I never expected to get fan mail. I'm a reporter, not a celebrity."

"Yes, but you are on TV, and to some that's the same thing. And why shouldn't you get fan mail? You're an attractive, young lady."

"Well, thank you. Do you get fan mail?" Dana asked. "I'm leading up to my question, in case you thought I was doing a `dumb blonde' bit."

"Yes, I do get some. Maybe not as much as the more-established anchors like Steve or Allison but I get several letters every week. Why?"

Dana looked thoughtful then said, "I get plenty that are complimentary of my reports and stories, but I also get some that are a little out there. You know, proposals, propositions, requests for used underwear."

Jackie replied, "Yeah, there are some sick people out there. You can't let them get to you, though."

"It's not that," Dana said, "but... Look, do you ever get sexy letters from...girls?"

Jackie started to answer when the bartender brought their salads. `Thank God for small favors. Gives me a chance to think of something without giving too much away.'

Finally, after they had their dinner in front of them and relative privacy, Jackie said, "I have gotten letters from men and women that would make the editors of Penthouse blush!"

"Do they get to you?" Dana asked.

"Only when I let them, and only some of them," Jackie responded with a smile.

"Which ones?" Dana asked.

"Look, are you really interested in the contents of my fan mail? Or is there something else?" the blonde anchor asked. As she waited for a response, she considered the young lady across from her. Dana had blond hair like Jackie but she kept it straight and cut just above her shoulders so that it framed her pretty face. Her grayish eyes had just the slightest elongation, suggesting perhaps some exotic bloodline several generations back. She stood 5' 7" and had a lithe, sexy figure. Jackie almost held her breath waiting for Dana's response.

Dana looked directly into Jackie's blue eyes for a moment and finally said, "Alright, I was fishing for information. I was trying to confirm what I think I saw earlier."

"What did you see?" Jackie asked.

"At the station, as I went into the ladies' room, I saw you in the mirror looking at my ass. I thought maybe I was imaging it but earlier, when I went to the bar, I saw you do it again in the mirror behind the bar." Dana took a deep breath and continued, "So, what I'm trying to find out, is if you're interested in me."

Jackie looked down at her salad and said "I, uh, I am interested in you. I think you are attractive, sexy, funny, intelligent, and I enjoy being with you. If you are offended, I'm sorry. I, ah, I don't know what else to say."

She raised her eyes to see her friend's reaction to find her smiling. Dana's eyes twinkled and her face lit up. Jackie felt hope well up in her breast, dissipating the fear that she'd alienated a friend.

"Well, I know what to say. Let's pay the check and get out of here. I want you naked and in bed as soon as possible!" Dana smiled and ran her tongue over her lower lip.

"Let's go," Jackie said throwing some money on the table stood up and went to the door with her soon-to-be lover.

In the parking lot, she asked "Your place or mine?"

Dana laughed, saying, "I never expected to hear that line from a woman!

"You live in Oak Park, don't you?" Jackie nodded. "Alright, my place. Just follow me. It's in Rogers Park, near the lake." And, giving Jackie the address ("Just in case."), she got in her car.

Jackie had no trouble following Dana home. Traffic was light and she had no intention of letting the sexy reporter get away from her.

Jackie pulled up to the curd behind Dana's car and followed her into the apartment building. Once again, she admired her ass but with the realization that soon she would see it without the hindrance of clothing.

Once inside the apartment, Dana turned and pushed Jackie against the door, pressing up against her body and tilting her head up slightly, pressed her lips to the taller blonde. Jackie opened her mouth and thrilled to the feel of Dana's tongue as it slid into and began exploring her mouth. She slid her tongue against the other girl's and into her mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Dana, breathing heavily, said, "Let's go into the bedroom." And, taking Jackie's hand, she led the way.

Once inside, Dana kissed Jackie again and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Pulling it free and dropping it to the floor, she leaned into Jackie and reached around to unclasp the bra as her tongue traced Jackie's ear, nibbling on the pierced lobe.

When Jackie's breasts were exposed, Dana leaned over and blew on the nipples. The stream of air was followed by her tongue as she snaked it over the right nipple before sucking the tip of the breast into her mouth. Jackie moaned and ran her fingers through Dana's hair.

Dana moved over to the left breast and began sucking and lightly biting the nipple while pinching the right nipple in her hand. After a few minutes, she pulled away and kneeled down to remove Jackie's tennis shoes and white socks. She ran her hands up the denim-covered leg to the waist and unsnapped the jeans. After pulling the zipper, she tugged the pants down over Jackie's hips. Her soaked panties got caught too and soon Jackie was standing above Dana, a beautiful nude figure.

Dana reached out and traced a finger through the slightly darker pubic hair down to her moist slit. Delicately running her finger along the moist outer lips brought another moan from Jackie.

Jackie reached down and pulled Dana up to her. She kissed Dana passionately and said, "I want to see you naked! I want to please you."

Dana laughed, and said, "Oh, but you are!"

She pushed Jackie back on her bed and stepped back and slowly started to gyrate her hips. "How about another twist?" the smaller blonde teased as she slowly removed her blouse. Turning her back, she unclasped her bra and let it slip to the floor before turning around with her arms crossed over her breasts.

Still swaying slightly, Dana kicked off her sandals and slowly uncovered her breasts. She slid her hands seductively down her sides to the waistband of her slacks and began to slowly tug them off. As they passed over her hips, she turned around and let them drop to the floor. She looked over her shoulder at Jackie and wiggled her panty-clad ass. She was pleased to see Jackie was slowly stroking herself and, by the gleam on her fingers, getting even wetter.

Dana teased her by saying, "This is what you wanted. Are you ready?"

Jackie hoarsely said "Yes!"

"Pull them off with your teeth." Dana ordered.

Jackie slid to the floor and crawled on her hands and knees to the shapely newswoman's body. Running her hands up Dana's legs, she kissed the small of her back and moved down and gripped the waistline of the garment in her teeth. She slowly pulled down, admiring every bit of exposed flesh.

When she had pulled it down far enough to drop free, Jackie released the panties and began to kiss and lick the round asscheeks of her friend and new-found lover. She reached between Dana's thighs and lightly brushed her lower lips as she traced a circuitous route around the lovely ass she had admired.

Dana spread her legs as Jackie played with her pussy lips and started to lick up and down her ass crack. Her tongue circled the tight little ring at the center, licking and probing causing Dana to raise up on her toes and gasp loudly.

Dana stepped away reluctantly and turned to face Jackie. Taking her hand she led her back to the bed. Jackie reclined on the sheets and Dana crawled over to her, her breasts hanging tantalizingly. Jackie rose up, lightly grasped Dana's left tit and gently swabbed the soft flesh with her tongue. Dana's nipple hardened at the oral ministrations being performed.

She pushed Jackie down and lay down on top of her, breast to breast, and pussy to pussy as she tenderly kissed her. Dana rubbed her body against the blonde beneath her and increased the intensity of the kiss until they were both panting into each others mouth.

Dana slowly started to gyrate her hips against Jackie. They could feel their dark blond bushes pressing against each other, their juices mingling. Both women experienced a series of minor climaxes from the friction being generated in their mouths, breasts, and loins.

Dana broke the kiss, almost reluctantly, and began to lick down Jackie's chin to her neck and on to her breasts. She resumed her oral caresses of the taller blonde's nipples before kissing and licking her way down her flat stomach.

Jackie shivered and moaned as Dana tongued her navel. "Oh God, this is fantastic!" she moaned. "I love your tongue! I love you!"

Dana smiled and continued to bath Jackie with her tongue, moving gradually to her pubic area. She could smell the other girl's arousal.

Dana kissed and licked the area around Jackie's bush and then moved to do her magic on her inner thighs while sliding her fingertips through the soft tuft of dark blond curls, all without touching the ultra-sensitive labia.

"God, Dana, please eat me! I can't take any more. Lick me!" Jackie pleaded as she squirmed on the bed.

The talented young reporter gave in to her lover's request, and, gently parting the outer lips, she blew softly on the exposed flesh. Dana could see the effect as Jackie threw her head back further into the pillow and moaned loudly.

Dana slowly traced the vaginal lips with her tongue, up one side and down the other, being careful to avoid the clitoris. She savored the tangy taste of the juices flowing from the other woman's pussy, it was like nectar for Dana. She licked and nibbled the outer lips before plunging her tongue into the hot, wet hole to lap up as much of the juice as she could.

Dana slid her index finger into hole and twisted it around. The girl was tight, just the way Dana liked it. After thoroughly wetting her finger, she traced it down between the other girl's legs to her anus. Jackie raised her hips slightly to give Dana a little more access and Dana moved her tongue down and licked and probed her little rosebud.

Dana pushed the tip of her tongue into the woman's asshole slightly then pulled it out and licked all around the puckered flesh. As she did this, she slid the cum-wet finger into the anal opening. Jackie gasped at the invasion but did not pull away.

Dana moved her mouth back to the other woman's cunt and began her oral assault anew while sliding her finger in and out of Jackie's ass. From the copious amount of fluid oozing from the aroused hole, Dana knew the writhing blonde was on the verge of orgasm.

She finally began to tongue Jackie's clit and that was all it took. Jackie's body started to spasm and she screamed, "Oh God! Oh God! I'm coming! Oh shit! I'm coming!"

Dana lapped up as much juice as she could, knowing there would be more in the very near future. She pulled her finger out of Jackie's ass and crawled up the bed nest to the thoroughly sated young woman.

Dana leaned on her elbow and ran her fingers lightly through the damp, blond curls between Jackie's legs as Jackie's breathing slowly returned to normal.

Jackie opened her eyes to see Dana's smiling gaze. She reached up and put her hand on the back of Dana's neck, pulling her down for a passionate kiss. Jackie licked her own cum off the younger blonde's face before plunging her tongue back in Dana's mouth.

Jackie and Dana continued to French kiss for several minutes until Jackie broke away, and looking her lover in the eyes, said, "Now it's my turn."

Dana felt a thrilling shiver course through her body. She lay on her back ready to receive her friend's loving ministrations.

Jackie began by kissing Dana long and hard before moving down to her smaller tits. She continued to exercise her tongue on the stiff nipples, kissing and biting one while pinching the other. From Dana's reactions, she knew she was returning the pleasure she had recently received. But the fun was only beginning she decided.

Jackie left the smaller blonde's nipples wet and aroused and moved down to Dana's feet. She licked and kissed the small toes and on to her instep. Dana tried to stifle a squeal of pleasure.

"That tickles," Dana protested.

"Shush!" Jackie replied. "Just lie there and enjoy."

Jackie kissed and licked up Dana's leg, pausing to swab the back of her knee and then the inside of her thigh. She moved over to the other leg and repeated the process with more tiny squeals from Dana.

Finally, she reached her goal. Without a pause, Jackie kissed Dana's outer lips before opening her lips and extending her tongue to swipe at the blood-engorged tissue. She didn't miss a millimeter of the reporter's cunt, with the exception of her clitoris. Like Dana did, she was saving that for later.

She turned the girl over and started to kiss the soft, round cheeks of her ass. She then began a tongue bath the led her to the puckered little rosebud. Jackie loved to lick girls' assholes and she proceeded to do just that to her new lover.

Dana pushed her ass back against Jackie's face in obvious approval of what the anchorwoman was doing to her.

All this while, Jackie continued to finger Dana's cunt lips and occasionally slipped the tip of her finger into her wet vagina. Eventually, Jackie lifted her face from between Dana's cheeks and again flipped the girl over.

Jackie moved her tongue over the pussy before her, inserting fingers into Dana's cunt and ass before moving up and nipping at the swollen clit. That was all it took before Dana screamed out incoherently and came all over Jackie's face.

Jackie moved up and lay alongside Dana, using her breast as a pillow and watching the lovely blonde slowly come back to earth.

"You are fantastic! I have never come that hard in my life." Dana looked deep into Jackie's eyes, thinking of what the taller blonde had said in the throes of passion, and asked, "This isn't going to be a one night stand, is it?"

Jackie leaned up, kissed Dana lightly and replied, "Not unless you want it to be. I want to continue with this and see where it leads. Anyway, I want the chance try out some of my toys on you."

Dana considered this, smiled widely, and said, "Right now I know one place it can lead. Join me in the shower? I'll wash your back and you wash mine"

Jackie smiled warmly, and said, "It would be my pleasure."

Holding hands, they walked into the bathroom, while Dana said in jest, "Whatever will the people at the station say?"

"Fuck `em!" Jackie said in all seriousness to her love.



The Nines: A Fantasy Encounter



When I woke this morning I found my fingers already lingering; teasing myself into a frenzy thinking of you Sir. Even in sleep you seem to awaken the naughty little girl in me and I adore you for that.

I was so slippery and wet already that I easily slid a finger slowly between my lips, tickling my clit and just hearing and feeling how extremely wet the idea of you truly makes me Master. I was dreaming about you and I, and a fantasy encounter at The Nines Hotel.

The encounter began by me making my way into the bar alone, having entered just a little while after you it seems. I made my way to a corner bar stool to take a seat, and with my skirt riding up, and being as short as I am, I clumsily climbed my way up the bar stool. And in that moment I crossed my legs and took a deep breath. I then noticed your smile from across the bar. I noticed it because it became a bit more wicked and wider the more I struggled.

I don't know you so I blushed extremely hard knowing you were watching me, looking away nervously. I then began fidgeting & struggling to pull the bar stool in a bit further needing nothing more then to order my drink and relax. Embarrassment has clearly set in so escape is essential. A Pineapple Malibu will make it all better, or so I'd hoped.

I then looked across the bar once more and still you were looking at me, grinning and chuckling to yourself. I must have been ten shades of red wondering, "What exactly is so funny about me?" I simply couldn't take it anymore.

I drank my drink a little quicker realizing this is just not where I wanna be. I felt SO sexy walking in here. Now somehow this man is making me feel uncertain of all of that.

I swallowed my last drink, threw down my money, and proceeded to stumble and jump my way off the stool and away from the bar. Dreading all the while having to pass the laughing man as I attempted to exit the bar more gracefully than I had once entered at least. Still, I could cry in that moment not understanding what was truly wrong with me.

With my eyes down turned I tried to pass the man as quickly and as invisibly as possible. As I began to pass the stranger grabbed my arm, forcefully pulling me close to him. Oh and he was tall and strong, and I could see that now as I was forced to look up at him momentarily.

As he grabbed my hips pulling me into him quickly, his mouth was now at my ear as he whispered, "You are Such a lovely Angel. In your clumsy movements and your insecurities you so clearly wear on your sleeves little one. Please realize I wasn't laughing at you Angel. I was simply laughing because I know you will be mine before the night is through."

He continued speaking even though I was clearly overwhelmed by what he was saying. "You will be on your knees professing your love for me. Your pure adoration of every inch of my body as I will most likely do for you as well; if you're good for your New Master that is. Can you be good for your Master Angel?"

His deep sweet voice was just vibrating in my ear. I was paralyzed. I thought, "Is this really happening to me?" But then I felt his soft kiss upon my cheek blowing my mind once again.

He then whispered, "Come back to me Angel. Are you ready for your Master?" I felt my knees go weak and the room began to spin. His arms then wrapped around my waste as I lost my balance, and myself, in the weight of the moment.

He said, "I've got you Angel. You're safe. Let me help you out of here where we can speak in private and I can ease your mind and body little one. I will respect and take care of you, please know that."

"Are you feeling any better Angel?" He kissed my forehead and I found myself dizzy all over again. He then whispered in my ear once more, "Let's focus Angel. We have some work to do." He then grabbed my hips again. This time spinning me around slowly, guiding me out of the bar by my lower back in the direction I needed to go.

Now, I wasn't drunk on drink, but felt extremely drunk with desires I couldn't believe I was feeling in the moment. Hearing this man call me his Angel sent my heart soaring beyond the heavens. And then to call himself my Master made me want to drop to my knees and worship him so deeply for rescuing me from this endless search. He found me without a word having ever been spoken between us.

You felt me ache as I sat alone just hoping for someone to show me how to let go. To give into someone else's desires and not think about myself for once. I want to give of myself completely and know I don't have to be scared to let it all happen as it should for once.

A Master to adore, to kiss, to worship and serve as he sees fit. Sweet Surrender!

And as we walked into his room there lie all the instruments he had planned for our pleasure displayed perfectly on a table before me. The flesh is SO willing that I almost leaped at the table in wonder like a giddy little school girl.

"Angel. Do you like what your Master's laid out before you?"

In that moment he walked up behind me, pressing into my back, I can feel him solid, rock hard and throbbing beneath his pants.

Oh God help me, but I can't help myself as I try to turn around, but alas I find that I'm unable to do so. He has his legs wrapped around the outside of my legs blocking me from doing so from the outside.

All of a sudden this new heavy handed Master has his hands wrapped in my hair, and the other one placed gently on the back of my neck, bending me over completely before him. His cock pressing hard against my ass through his pants, still struggling to break free for his Angel.

My Master asks me, "Do you want me Angel? Tell me."

"Oh God! Yes Master. I want you Master. I need to feel you inside of me, stretching me slowly Sir. I want to be your TRUE slave. Yours always to adore Master." And in that moment you pulled me up and spun me around fast. Your hand now on the nape of my neck guiding my mouth to yours.

You kissed my lips so sweetly then slowly with your tongue you parted my sweet lips to taste me deeper. I found myself unable to stop. I then sucked and nibbled your lips ever more feverishly.

My new Master's body responded in a very wicked and wanton way, thrusting me back against the wall. He then grabbed my wrists and held my arms against the wall as well. Leaning in he whispered in my ear , "You're dying to be my Slut aren't you Angel? My sweet and dirty little cum slut for my pleasure to use any way your True Master sees fit. Isn't that right Angel?"

And in a clear voice I proclaimed, "It's all I've EVER wanted Master. You're everything I never thought possible Sir. I need to be yours in every way you'll have me and take me Master. Yours always."

To that he reached down and ripped off my panties in two hard pulls. Oh God, he's so strong! My face again a million shades of red. He immediately pushed me down on the bed and reached down between my thighs gently pushing his two middle fingers deep inside of me.

I trembled instantly, moaning in a soft tone at first. Then he began to tease my clit and g spot from the inside and out, moving his fingers in a way I've never felt before. I came so hard I could feel my body as I lost complete control.

That only encouraged my new Master more. Which I simply wasn't prepared for.

He became even more focused then dropping to his knees between my thighs and letting his tongue tease me directly. Flicking my clit in a very concentrated manner I came quick.That soft hot tongue not giving up until his Angel truly came hard just for her Master. He continued licking and tasting his Angel.

I blushed and giggled being so sensitive in that moment. Never having felt such intense of an orgasm before. In that moment I wanted to give my whole self to my new Master. Simply showing him how much I truly adore him for opening me up to such incredible pleasures.

He rose off of his knees and pulled me quickly to the edge of the bed. I was sitting there now with my Master's beautifully hard cock just dangling like a carrot before meas he placed his hands so lovingly in my hair.

I then found myself begging my new Master, "May I please taste you Sir? I desperately long to feel you on my tongue. To adore your beautiful cock for as long as you'll allow me Sir. Please Master?"

To which he replied, " Of course Sweet Angel. Always and forever you will please me. Of that I have no doubt. You are one in a million my slave, my slut, my sweet and beautiful Angel. Never forget it."

Written by Neecee (c) 2011



The Ninth Step



There are twelve steps in the recovery program for alcoholism originated by Alcoholics Anonymous beginning with Step 1: Honesty and ending with Step 12: Service. This program is the spiritual foundation for personal recovery for those who enter. The parts of this program that can sometimes be controversial are the eighth and ninth steps. The eighth step is writing down the names of those hurt during the period of alcoholism, while the ninth step is making amends. The TV show 'My Name is Earl' is based on number 9. This story is my look at the same step.

The Ninth Step-Making Amends

I entered the bar called Jesse's and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark. What I saw was a typical bar: tables and booths flanking a long bar with chrome and plastic stools, now mostly empty. I saw a booth toward the back and walked over to it. When the waitress came over, I told her I was waiting for someone but to bring me a Black Label while I waited. I didn't drink often but I thought 'when in Rome. .' The waitress returned with my beer, sat it down in front of me and then moved away, bored. As I nursed my beer, I saw the door open again, admitting a burst of sunlight and then saw Jerry. Jerry Geiger. I hadn't seen him in a year but I recognized him immediately. Big guy, almost 6' 5" and probably didn't weigh more than 150. He had sandy hair, cropped short and a mouth almost too big for his face. Dark eyes, small nose and a smile that showed a million teeth, all white as rice. As I watched him approach the table, I wondered again about the phone call that brought me here. 

Jerry and I had been friends since high school. It was sort of strange, the two of us. We were physically so different. He was tall and skinny while I was shorter, maybe 6' even and stocky, built like a tank. I was a top jock, captain of the football team when Jerry was the equipment manager. I was in the top of my class where Jerry just barely passed. I had my pick of the girls in the school while Jerry had to settle for the class whore and even she wasn't sure she wanted anyone else to know she had gone out with him. The two of us were direct opposites in almost everything, but somehow we became friends. And we were good friends. We went everywhere together, did everything together and spent most of our time together. So, it wasn't strange that when I went into the service, Jerry followed me. We completed basic together, entered weapons training together and were sent to South Korea together where we served 12 easy months. When we came back to the states, we were finally separated. Jerry went to Fort Jackson in Columbia, South Carolina and I went to a joint forces training base in Los Alamitos, California. We finished our terms and returned home to Cleveland where we separated again, me to enter college while Jerry went into business with his dad.

We stayed in contact over the years and finally came together again when I took a job with an advertising company in Shaker Heights, close to where Jerry's dad had his business. He had a construction company and Jerry was a foreman. We got together and stayed close friends, spending most of our spare time together. That was until I met Janet Carl. I fell madly in love and she began to take over my time completely. Jerry and Janet didn't seem to get along very well, mainly because of Jerry, so naturally we started to drift apart. But when I proposed, and Janet accepted, Jerry was the one I asked to be my best man. Janet was OK with it because she knew how I felt about Jerry, so he and Janet agreed to a truce until after the wedding. Once we were married, my time with Jerry dried up and eventually stopped completely. 

Janet and I bought a nice home in Brecksville with our combined salaries. Janet worked as an add copywriter in my company and I was in sales. I had to travel a lot but it was usually day trips only so I was hardly ever away for more than a day or two. That gave us time to get settled in our new home and to find ways to merge our time. We worked out a nice little schedule that suited us perfectly and we settled down as a typical married couple. Good sex was a big part of it. Janet and I were very compatible in the bedroom, experimentation being one of the things we liked to do. She would hear one of her girlfriends talking about something so we had to try it. I would read something or hear something and suggest it. She was always game. I was pleasantly surprised to find she had no reservations where sex was concerned. We found a lot to things to do that we both enjoyed.

The only bad time was a period about two years ago when I was asked to lock in a contract with a Japanese company. They were a big account and we wanted to take over their US advertising completely. I had to travel to Japan on several occasions and I was gone for two or three weeks each time. Janet hated that and we fought a lot about it, but she knew that it was a temporary thing and if I could lock it in, it meant a nice bonus and points toward a promotion later. It was rough and we fought a lot but we endured and got through it. 

The only thing we disagreed on was kids. I wanted kids and Janet did too, but she wanted to wait for a few years. She said we had too many things to do together to limit ourselves now. I finally agreed so we postponed. We began to form friendships with other couples and Jerry sort of faded out of our circle of friends. I lost touch then and for more than a year I didn't hear from him. I almost forget about him until the phone call. It was from Jerry and was very simple and straightforward.

"Paul, it's Jerry. I know we haven't talked for some time but I need to see you. It's very important to me so I really need you to say you'll meet me."

"Sure Jerry. No problem. When and where buddy. Just say the word." I was interested and ready to help a buddy. No questions asked.

"Can you meet me at Jesse's over on Broad Street, near pop's office? Maybe after work tomorrow? OK?"

"Can do. I'll be there. Anything I should bring?" 

"Just you. I'll see you then. And thanks Paul. Thanks a lot." 

That was it. He hung up and now I was here. So, what was he up to and what did he need me for. Showtime! As we embraced, I noticed that he was thinner than ever. Seemed to have lost weight in the last year or so. He looked good though, so he wasn't sick. Or at least I hoped that he wasn't.

"Paul, I'm glad you agreed to meet me today. I don't know if you know I'm in recovery? I'm an alcoholic." He stood there, waiting for my reaction. As for me, I was not surprised that he was an alcoholic, but I was surprised that he was in recovery. Jerry had been drunk most of the time I knew him. I never thought he would ever stop drinking. But now that he had, I was delighted. I sat and waved him down as well.

"I didn't know, but I'm damned glad! Finally! Congratulations! How long has it been?" Damn, it was great!

"Five months, three days and twelve hours since my last drink. I'm in AA now and I did ninety days in rehab. I'm in the twelve step program. Have you heard of it?" He was smiling now as I gestured for him to go on.

"Vaguely. But what the hell. Whatever works for you. And I'll do anything I can to support you. You know that. So, what is it you need from me?" I was serious. Anything at all. This was Jerry, my great and good friend. 

"When we get to step 8, we make a list of those we've offended or hurt by our actions due to drinking or booze in general. You were on the top of my list. Step 9 is making amends for my actions. That's why I'm here. To make amends." He was no longer smiling, but I wasn't sure why.

"Jerry, buddy! I can't think of any way you've screwed me over. We've had our differences over the years but there's nothing I can think of that you need to apologize to me for. So, whatever it is buddy, you're forgiven." I honestly couldn't think of a thing. Nothing! Honestly.

Jerry just looked at me, clearly not ready to forgive himself this way. He seemed upset and I watched as he gripped his hands together hard enough to make the knuckles white. The same with his face. It was twisted in pain. I was beginning to worry. What the hell had he done? I couldn't think of anything. Maybe he stole a few bucks? Hell! I had to get him to talk and get it out. Whatever it was, I could let it go. 

"Jerry! Come on buddy! What the hell is it? You're starting to scare me now. Just say it and let's get it done with. I'm your friend. So, give!"

Jerry continued to fight with himself, but finally seemed to have resolved whatever it was that was twisting him up in those knots. He looked at me, swallowed and began.

"It was two years ago, when you were traveling so much, trying to lock up that contract with those guys in Japan. You know the ones. You were in Tokyo so much that I expected you to start talking Japanese. There were two or three times you were gone for at least two weeks at a time. Remember?" He was not looking at me now. He was staring at his clenched hands. I was beginning to wonder what he was going to say. 

"Yeah, I remember. It was a bad time for me. Too much time away and it was hard on both me and Janet. We fought a lot and we almost broke up. How could I forget that time? It was a real bad deal all around." I did remember. 

We were able to work it out, but it was a close call. Since then, our marriage had just grown stronger. We didn't talk much about that time. It was too painful for both of us. I had even moved out for a while before we went for counseling. But, what was Jerry getting at? 

"OK, you remember. You know that Janet was very upset with you for having to spend so much time alone. She hated that. So, she called me one night and asked me to have dinner with her. I was surprised since she never liked me much, but I went. We went to Spencer's and had a really nice time. We talked a lot and found we had more in common than we thought. That was fun and we did it a couple of times more."

OK, so what? They got to know each other. Was there more? Now, I had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn't think I wanted to hear any more. This was no longer funny. I thought it was time to stop this.

"Jerry, I appreciate your trying to make amends but I don't think I want to hear any more. Can we just stop this now and I forgive you? Whatever. If I don't hear any more, we can stay friends and forget this ever happened."

"Paul, if I can't do this, make a full confession, it doesn't count. It's no good for you to forgive me without knowing why. It's letting me off the hook too easy. I've got to do this now while I have the courage. Please, let me do this!"

I didn't want to go any further. I wanted this to stop right now! I pushed myself up from the booth and started to move around and leave. I didn't want to hear him say another word. I just wanted out! I had to get out!

Jerry stood when I did, but instead of doing as I asked and letting me go, he blurted it out. The son of bitch said the words I didn't want to hear, ever.

"Janet and I had an affair! We had an affair! I had sex with your wife! There! I did it!" He was leaning on the table with a look of satisfaction on his face. The son of a bitch was pleased with himself! 

At least he didn't scream it out. But I heard it. Oh yes! I heard it loud and clear. Janet cheated on me with my best friend Jerry Geiger. My best friend was a son of a bitch and a fucking asshole! 

"I had to tell you so I could make amends. It was just the one time. I have to tell you how sorry I am and that I regret that I ever did it. It was wrong and I'm so damn sorry. Now, you can forgive me. That's your part. You have to do it so I can make amends and go forward." 

He straightened up with a look of expectation on his face. He wanted me to forgive him for fucking my wife. Can you beat that? He was standing there, waiting for me to say 'I forgive you'. Can you believe that shit? I could. Jerry was a lot of things but smart was never one of them. As a matter of fact, I always thought he was almost retarded, but hey, he was my friend and I had always looked out for him. Now? 

"Well Jerry. What can I say? Seems like you feel a whole lot better now that you've confessed. What did Janet say when you told her you were going to tell me?" 

"Oh, I didn't tell her. I knew she would try to stop me, so I didn't tell her. Actually, we haven't spoken since we stopped seeing each other. That's been a couple of years now."

"Well, she's going to be very surprised now, isn't she?" I was amazed how calm I was. My anger was so bottled up, it was like being in a pressure cooker. I had to do something to let off some steam and I had a good idea of what it was. So, I slid out from behind the booth and walked over to Jerry with my hand out. The dumb fucker thought I wanted to shake his hand.

"Great. Let's shake on it and let bygones be bygones." He stuck his hand out with a grin on his face. 

I smiled back and then let him have it. I brought my fist from low against my side up and through a classical roundhouse, aimed right at his smile. Most roundhouses don't connect but this one did. I felt the contact from the end of my fist down through my arm and down to my feet. Damn! It was even better when I watched the light go out of his eyes as he stiffened before toppling like a rotten tree snapped by the wind. I swear he bounced when he hit the floor.

I looked down at the motionless body of the man I once thought of as my only true friend. He was out like a light. I resisted the urge to kick him in the balls. It was a really strong urge too, one I wanted so badly to give in to, but I was a gentleman.

"I'm sorry old buddy. I can't forgive you. And here's the tab. You can pay." I threw the bar bill down on his chest as I stepped over his prone body to walk slowly and calmly out the door. 

I went directly to my car, parked toward the back of the lot. I sat down, laid my head down on the steering wheel and tried to think. My mind was in a whirl and my emotions badly scrambled. I had just been told that my wife, the love of my life and the one person in this whole damn world that I counted on to keep me grounded and sane, had cheated on me. She had fucked my best friend and never told me. She had betrayed my trust in her. It was almost to much to handle. 

I decided I would do the intelligent thing. I would go and get drunk. I was outside a bar, but unfortunately, I had just decked the prick that made me want to get drunk so this bar was out. I needed another place, and I needed it now. I started the car and backed out just as my once best friend came out the door and looked around. He spotted me and began to run toward me but I floored the car and shot out of the lot and started down the street before he could reach me. In the rear view mirror, I watched him get smaller and smaller which I thought appropriate. He disappeared and I concentrated on finding a new watering hole.

About three blocks down the street, I spotted the 'Camel's Hump', a likely looking spot. I pulled around to the back and parked. Seemed like a few people were already here so I wandered in and found a nice table in the back. I slid in, held up my hand and a nice looking waitress came over. "What can I get for you good looking?" She laid down a napkin and waited, looking me over as she did. I returned the favor before answering.

"A Black Label and keep them coming. And run a tab if you will, whatever your name is."

"Name's May and I can run a tab only if you give me something up front. Like a twenty." She smiled down at me and I admired her and the rack she carried. She had a nice smile. Her rack wasn't bad either. I pulled my wallet, found a twenty and laid it down.

"Thanks May. My names Paul. You can call me cuckold Paul if you like. Or, how about Sucker. Yeah, sucker is good. That's me. Sucker Paul." Nothing like a little self pity to get things started. "Call me SP for short." 

May left without responding and came back with a Black Label. She placed it down and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Take it easy Paul. She can't be worth the pain you're going to feel if you get wasted. Take it from May. Just take it easy." She straightened and walked away. I watched, noting the sway of her hips from the rear. Nice view. I thought about what she said and then decided she was wrong. I had no desire to take it easy. I wanted to take it as far as I could without losing consciousness. Well, what the hell: why stay conscious? What did I have to go home to? A cheating wife? 

I had my beer, and then a few more and then some more after that. May took good care of me and kept me in liquid memory eraser. Sometime later, when my memory was beginning to be a thing of the past, she finally sat down at my table and slid a cup of coffee in front of me.

"Drink this. You need to sober up before we close for the night. It's past two in the morning and sooner or later, someone is going to miss you. Know who that might be?"

I thought about it. I thought real hard but no one came to mind. I told May that there was no one I could think of and she laughed at me. "How about your wife? Think she might wonder where you are? Got a cell phone?"

Now there was a thought. Did I have a cell phone? Of course I had a cell phone. I had a very nice cell phone, one that took pictures and everything. I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out my cell. "Hah! Thought I didn't have a pell chone?" Funny, that didn't come out right. "What's this?" I held it up high in triumph.

May took it from me and pushed the power button. I heard it make a cute sound and then it began to ring. She handed it to me. "It was turned off, genius"

So it was. Who could be calling me at this hour? I stared at the phone but I couldn't focus on the caller ID. I told May, "I can't read the screen so I don't know who it is. What good is a phone if you can't tell who's calling?"

"Why don't you answer it genius. Then you'll know who it is." She seemed to be laughing at me but I had no idea why. It wasn't nice to laugh at someone with a handicap. I couldn't read the screen. That was a handicap. I finally decided that maybe I should answer it to see who it was that was calling me at this hour.

"Hello?" There! That wasn't so hard.

"Paul? Is that you? My god Paul, where are you and why didn't you call? I've been scared to death. It's after two in the morning."

It was Janet. How about that? It was my wife. How did May know it would be my wife? I asked her. "How did you know who it was? It's my wife, the cheater. It's Janet."

"Paul? Who are you talking to? Who's there? Where are you? Paul? Talk to me!"

"Hello? Is this Janet? The cheater?" 

May took the phone from me and spoke into it. I couldn't hear most of what she said but it was something about me. I was pretty sure it was about me because she kept looking at me as she spoke. I lost interest though and decided to finish my beer. But there was no beer, only a cup of coffee. I drank that anyway. I considered asking May for another beer but I doubted she would give me one. She seemed to be done talking to my wife since she handed me back my phone. I listened to it for a second but decided Janet had hung up. Probably mad at me for some reason.

"May, I think I would like to have another Black Label. Maybe you could have one too, then we could both have one. One for the road, that's what I want. Yeah, just one more for the road." That reminded me of a song and I started to sing, 'One for my baby, and one more for the road.' "Come on May, sing with me. Oh, one for my. . ." Suddenly I didn't feel so good. 

I got up and staggered toward where I thought the men's room was. I had a purpose now which gave me strength. I made it all the way into the john, found a nice cool stall where I sank to my knees and recited the lord's prayer as my insides came out through my mouth and nose. On the fifth repetition, my insides began to settle and my stomach unclenched. I suddenly felt the hard floor on my knees and the cold porcelain of the john on my cheek. The sweat was beginning to cool on my face and I was starting to shiver with the chill. I remained there, now just repeating a short litany of regret over and over.




The Ninth Step







The Ninth Step - Truth Will Out



This story is a follow-on to the story "The Ninth Step" by thecelt. I recommend you read it first or this story will make no sense. It is with his kind permission that this story is being posted.

The original story explored the idea of keeping a secret rather than hurt a spouse with the telling. I respect thecelt's opinion but, as we all know, circumstances can conspire against you.

Also, the wife in the original story seems to have forgotten the old saying that two people can keep a secret as long as one of them is dead.

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I must be the unluckiest guy in the world. Two weeks ago my best friend, Jerry, who was going through a 12 step program for his alcoholism told me he'd had sex with my wife. I got drunk off my ass and called my wife, Janet, all kinds of names then had to apologize when she convinced me that Jerry had been drunk, as usual, and had actually passed out in our bed. He'd slept it off and assumed, since he woke in our bed, that they'd had sex. For some reason, one I've never figured out, Janet hadn't told him the truth but begged him not to say anything. Jerry didn't until that damn 12 step program convinced him to confess to the people he'd hurt, me included. I suppose I should have known better since Jerry and Janet hated each other but Jerry was so convincing.

As I said I got seriously drunk and the next morning had to eat crow when I realized I'd falsely accused her. I apologized profusely and she forgave me. Then, after I'd showered, Janet told me that we were going to be parents. I can't tell you how happy I was, we'd been trying for a baby for ever, it seemed. I'd been on a high ever since.

Until today.

Today I got a phone call. It was from a coworker of Janet's, a man named Brian Watson. He told me that he'd heard of the fight I'd had with Jerry and that I was convinced Jerry had lied. I told him that was old news and to stop wasting my time.

"Paul I hate to have to tell you this but Janet isn't the faithful wife you think she is."

"I've already been down this road, Brian, and I'm not playing your game. If that's all you've got I'm done." Before I could hang up Brian continued.

"Don't hang up Paul. Jerry passed out in your bed and stayed the night. I know, because I was there."

"And why were you there?" I asked though I didn't want to know the answer.

"Janet had invited me over because she was pissed at you for going on that trip to Japan. We were just about to get down to business when Jerry started banging on the door. Janet was afraid he'd wake the neighbors so she answered the door. I heard all the commotion and hid in the spare bedroom. When Jerry passed out Janet and I put him to bed and continued our evening in the spare room. We fucked for two hours and had a great time. When I went to the bathroom she must have gotten an attack of conscience or something because she told me she didn't want to do any more, she wanted to make her marriage work, and she couldn't do that if she was having an affair with me. I heard her out and left but I wasn't happy. I'd debated whether to tell you or not but I had no real proof. When I heard about Jerry I knew I could prove I was there because I couldn't know the details about Jerry any other way."

I was pissed but this time I was going to get all the information before I confronted Janet.

"So why tell me now? It's been two years."

"I'm getting married soon and I thought about how I'd feel if I'd been in your place. I'd want to know if my wife cheated on me. I'd want to know so I could decide if I could forgive her or not. Being kept in the dark sucks and I'd want to know. I haven't told Janet anything about talking to you so you can do what you will with this information."

"How many times were you two together?" I needed to know to see if there was a pattern of cheating.

"Just the one time. I wanted more but Janet didn't."

"Well, Brian I can't say thank you for telling me but I can say that I'd better not ever see you because what Jerry got will be mild compared to what I'll do to you!"

"I'll keep that in mind but I'd be careful who you threaten, Paul. You might get more than you bargained for. I'm no skinny wimp like Jerry. But you need to ask yourself, why did she lie about me and her when she had the perfect chance to confess. Goodbye, Paul."

The phone went dead and I just stared at it. The joy I'd been living with these past two weeks died and now I had to live with the knowledge that Janet had cheated on me, for real this time. I believed Brian; he had no reason to lie. I wasn't sure I believed his excuse that he felt guilty now that he was getting married. Still, he was right; why did she lie? She had the chance to confess and clear the air. Even though I'd been drunk I hadn't decided what I was going to do, if anything. I'd gotten drunk to drown my sorrows. I did know that I was going to do one thing different this time. I *wasn't* going to get drunk!

This time I was going to keep my head and confront Janet. I wanted to see what she had to say. The more I thought about it the angrier I became. She'd cheated on me and then she lied about it when I thought it was Jerry. I'd been right I just didn't have the correct players! I didn't get much done that afternoon at work but I wasn't going to leave early. I drove home slowly, breathing deeply to maintain a calm appearance. I needed to surprise Janet with my knowledge and gauge her reaction.

I walked in the door and hung up my coat. Janet was making dinner and she came out and kissed me.

"Hi, Honey! How was your day?"

"I've had better. You know," I said thoughtfully, "I think I should become a priest."

"Why would you do that? You're not even Catholic!"

"Well I must have the kind of face that makes people want to confess. First it was Jerry Geiger and today I got a phone call from someone confessing his sins. I figure it'd be a shame to waste talent like that."

"I'm sorry, Paul, but I'm not following. I thought we had the Jerry situation all settled?"

"Oh we do. I believe you when you say nothing happened with Jerry. It was silly of me to even consider it."

"Okay, so what about this phone call? Who would call you to confess their sins and why?"

"The why I'm not too sure of. I didn't believe his reason. As to whom, it's someone you know."

Janet looked slightly concerned but she didn't know enough to be really worried, yet.

"He's a coworker in your department. Does the name *Brian Watson* ring a bell?" I asked angrily.

Janet's face lost all color and she stumbled back into the couch which she grabbed onto to support her.

"Well? Don't you have anything to say, Janet?"

"Wha... what did he say?" she asked cautiously.

"Oh I'm sure you know Janet? Does two years ago during my Japan trip ring any bells? Does *two hours of sex* in our spare bedroom ring any bells?!" I yelled.

"Oh NO!!!" Janet wailed. "He promised he'd never say anything!"

"Yeah well a guy who'd fuck another man's wife can't be too trustworthy can they!"

I walked over to her and got right in her face. "You fucking whore! You had the gall to make me into the bad guy for thinking you'd ever cheat on me when all I did was get who fucked you wrong!"

Janet leaned back, trying to get away from me and trembled. I was on a roll so I let her have it.

"You must have thought you'd dodged the biggest bullet in the history of the world when I told you what Jerry had said. You decided to lie to me when you could have confessed. I got drunk because I was so hurt by what you'd done but I think I'd have given you a chance to explain. Now I'm so pissed at you that I don't want to see your face!" I walked over to where her purse lay on the table and opened it. I removed all her credit cards and her cell phone. The credit cards I was going to destroy later but the cell phone I threw on the floor, smashing it in a million pieces.

I threw the purse at her, disgusted. "Get out, Janet. Get the fuck out. I don't ever want to see your face. You were going to let me go on living a lie, laughing behind my back that I'd got it all wrong and you'd gotten away with it. GET OUT! You make me sick!"

I stomped upstairs to the bedroom, locked the door and flopped down on the bed, exhausted.

It wasn't long before I heard a timid knock on the door.

"Paul," Janet said tearfully. "Can't we talk about this? I love you!"

"Yeah, right, Janet. I'm glad you don't hate me if this is what you can do to someone you 'love'. Why aren't you gone, Janet?"

"I-I have nowhere to go!" she wailed.

"Not my problem, Janet. You should have thought about that before you brought another man into our home, into *my* bed! Didn't you think about what I'd do if you cheated? No matter how bad things got between us I *never* thought about fucking another woman! What really frosts me is that you had the chance to confess and you lied to me. I suppose I can understand not saying something when I didn't have a fucking clue what you'd done but once the idea was in my head you should have confessed, damn it!"

I got up off the bed; it was ridiculous to have this argument through a locked door. I threw the door open, surprising her such that she jumped back. She probably thought I was going to attack her.

"I told you to get out, Janet. You seem to think we have something to discuss. We don't. You cheated then you hid it and then you outright lied about it. We have *nothing* more to say to each other." I walked up to her until we were inches apart. "If you're not out of this house in fifteen seconds I'll throw your cheating ass out the door myself! ONE! TWO!..."

Janet took the hint, finally, and about ran down the steps. Before she got to the door I called to her.

"When you find a place to stay let me know and I'll drop your shit off! Leave a message on the machine because I don't want to talk to you ever again!"

The door slammed and the cars wheels screamed as she backed out of the driveway. I went to the kitchen and pulled out the box of extra large trash bags. I started at her closet, moved to her dresser and finished in the bathroom. By the time I was finished I had ten bags of her shit. I started throwing them over the banister but stopped myself before I threw the bag containing her makeup and perfumes. That one I walked down the stairs and set on top of the pile.

I wandered into the kitchen and found the meal she'd been preparing. Luckily she'd turned the burners off when she'd come to greet me earlier so I finished cooking and sat down to eat.

A lot of people wouldn't have much appetite in my position but I guess I was better adjusted or numb, whichever it was I ate heartily. I watched TV and went to bed early. I didn't sleep to well; I tossed and turned all night. I called into work, telling them I'd be in late.

I did the usual things one does at times like this. I closed the joint accounts and opened separate ones. I cancelled all the joint credit cards and notified my creditors that Janet was no longer authorized to make charges.

I looked up divorce lawyers on the ABA website to see who in our area had a good rating. I found a woman who had an appointment open and I went in to talk. I wasn't sure about a divorce at this point but I wanted to know my options. I put her on retainer, just in case.

I went into work and tried to make myself useful. I failed. I was so pissed at Janet that every few minutes my thoughts shifted back to her and her lies and I'd get even angrier. I managed to avoid most people for the remainder of the day and, gratefully, quitting time arrived before I really lost it. I started to drive home when my eye caught sight of the bar I'd stopped at the first time I'd thought Janet had cheated. I pulled in to the 'Camel's Hump' and walked to the back of the bar. I found the same table and waited for the waitress.

"What can I get for you, good looking?" May asked.

"Hello, May, long time no see," I said with a smile.

"Do I know you?" May asked cautiously.

"I was in here two weeks ago and got drunk off my ass because my wife had cheated. My wife, Janet, came to get me and you helped her get me to the car."

"I remember now," May said. "Are things okay at home?"

"Define 'okay'," I said sarcastically. "My darling wife lied to me about who she'd slept with. She came here acting all holier than thou because I told her what Jerry had said. She convinced me that Jerry had been wrong, which he was, but what she didn't tell me was she'd been in bed with a different guy when Jerry had arrived!"

"How do you know this?"

"The other guy. He called yesterday and told me everything. He knew details that only someone who was there would know. I think he wanted to get back at Janet for not continuing the affair."

"How long was the affair?"

"Once, at least with this guy. She tells me he was the only one but I'm sure you'll understand why I have problems believing anything she says."

"I don't know about that," May said skeptically. "I hope you don't mind my asking, but why are you here?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure. I saw the sign and decided to stop in."

"You're not gonna get drunk again, are you?"

"No, I learned my lesson last time. I'm too old for that crap. How about one Black Label then I'm out of here." I said with a smile.

May left and returned with my drink. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" May asked.

"No, go right ahead."

"What are you gonna do now? I hope you're not gonna let one mistake ruin your marriage."

"I don't know what I'm going to do, May, but it wasn't one mistake. She cheated on me but then, when she had the perfect chance to come clean, she lied. Not only did she lie she made me feel like I was impugning her integrity by calling her a cheater! She made me feel like an idiot for even thinking she'd cheated when the only thing I'd gotten wrong was her partner!" I chuckled sadly.

"She probably didn't want to hurt you. If, as she said, it was only the one time maybe she truly regretted it and planned to take the secret to her grave. She seemed like she really loved you when she was here," May said as she patted my hand.

"Maybe she thinks she loves me but now that I know I feel like I'm being laughed at behind my back. When I told her she'd cheated with Jerry she had to have thought she'd gotten away with it. If she truly regretted her actions she should have told me the truth! I can't abide a liar!"

"Do you feel better now that you know?"

"No, I don't but I didn't find out from my 'loving' wife, I found out from her lover. How do I know that she doesn't have other lovers out there just waiting to make that call? How can I ever know? She lied to me with a straight face! I don't know what's true and what's not true any more, at least where she's concerned." I took a gulp of my drink and put the glass back down. "I can't trust her, May. That's the bottom line."

"I think you're wrong, I think you can tell when she's telling the truth if you want to but right now you don't want to." May stood up then continued. "Think about this some more before you do something stupid." She walked away leaving me to finish my drink alone.

**********

I walked into the house and immediately saw that the light on the answering machine was flashing. I wasn't ready to deal with anybody at the moment so I went into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. I grabbed a coke and took my sandwich into the living room to watch the news. After I'd finished my dinner I shut off the TV. I couldn't put it off any longer so I walked over to the machine and pressed the button.

The first message was from Janet.

"Paul, I'm staying at my parents for a while. I'm letting you know as you requested... Please, Paul, I love you! Forgive me!" The message ended with Janet sniffling.

The next two calls were from her parents, asking me to reconsider my position and to think about the baby. I hadn't thought about the baby once and now I was even more conflicted. If Janet could lie to me as boldly as she'd done for the past two years how was I to know if she wasn't still having affairs? Could the baby be someone elses?

I turned and saw the bags of Janet's stuff in the middle of the floor. First things first, if she was living with mommy and daddy she'd need something to wear. I started hauling bags out to my car. Ten minutes later I was on the road to mys.

I pulled into the driveway and started throwing the bags onto the porch when Bill, my father, opened the door.

"What the hell are you doing, Paul?" he said angrily.

"I'm bringing Janet her clothes and things, Bill. Didn't she tell you I'd be over?"

"She told me what you'd said but I didn't think you'd be such a jerk!"

"Yeah, that's me, Paul the cuckold jerk!" I said as I continued to throw bags at the porch. I got to the bag with her bathroom stuff and handed it to Bill. "I'd be careful with that bag unless you want your yard to smell like a whorehouse." I got back in the car and was about to leave when Bill poked his head into my window.

"Can't we talk about this, Paul?" he asked. "Janet's a wreck. She's done nothing but cry since she got here. She's sorry, Paul, can't you forgive her?"

"Tell me something, Bill," I looked him right in the eye, "if your wife had an affair and when confronted about it lied because you'd gotten the man wrong and made you feel like a jerk for even thinking she'd ever cheat, how would you feel when you found out the truth, from her lover no less?" Bill had the grace to look embarrassed. "I thought so. Look, she's your daughter and you have to stand by her, I understand that. I don't trust her, Bill. If I can't trust my wife what kind of marriage do I have? The thing is, if she can lie about one affair how many others have there been? She's a damn good liar, Bill. Maybe you can get the truth out of her." I backed out of the driveway and drove away.

**********

Janet walked into the office and saw the object of her ire sitting at his desk. She walked over, looking at him with barely concealed contempt. "Brian, could I see you in my office please?" Janet said sharply. She turned on her heel, leaving Brian to follow. Janet sat behind her desk, fuming, as she waited for Brian.

Brian Watson walked into the office, an innocent expression on his face. "Yes, Janet? You wanted to see me?" Brian said.

"Close the door please."

Brian did as requested, sat down in the chair across from Janet with his arms crossed in front of him, waiting.

"Why, Brian?" Janet asked curiously.

"Why what, Janet?"

"Why did you tell my husband about us?" Janet said frustrated.

"I thought Paul deserved to know," Brian said smugly.

"But we had an agreement!" Janet cried.

"No! You made a decision and I had to abide by it. I didn't like it then and I don't like it now. The difference is that now I have finally been able to take advantage of my knowledge."

"But I told you that I still loved Paul and I wanted to make my marriage work! You and I had fun that night but I realized I'd made a mistake. I trusted you not to say anything to my husband and you betrayed me!" Janet said angrily.

"Look who's talking about betrayal! That's rich. You fuck some guy in your office because you're pissed off at your husband and you say I've betrayed *you*?" Brian said with a laugh.

"Look, Janet, let's cut to the chase here. You pursued me. You threw your sexy little ass in my face for over a month. You asked me out to lunch for weeks and flirted with me the whole time. Then that night you told me that your husband was in Japan and you wanted to go out. We went to dinner, then dancing after. You told me to come in for coffee and started taking off your dress as soon as you got in the house. You dragged me upstairs to *your* bedroom, and if Jerry hadn't interrupted us we'd have fucked right there. Instead we fucked for *two* hours before you suddenly grew a conscience or something and asked me to leave. So don't pull the 'I betrayed you' card. You're just as guilty as I am."




The Ninth Step - Truth Will Out



Janet hung her head and sobbed. Brian was right. She *was* just as guilty as he was, probably more so since she was the instigator. The only thing that had caused her to stop when she had was the thought that it could have been Paul who had interrupted her and Brian instead of Jerry. She wondered now if Jerry hadn't showed up when he did would she have continued the affair with Brian. She didn't think she would have but she just didn't know. It wasn't as if the sex was horrible after all, maybe she might have continued.

"You're right, Brian," she said sadly. "I am guilty. I betrayed my husband but I was the only one who was suffering because of it. I'd made a big mistake and promised myself that I'd never do it again and that I'd do everything I could to make my marriage work. I've lived with the knowledge of what I'd done for the past two years and I've suffered every day because of it, but it was only me suffering. Now it's not just me, Paul is suffering too. He didn't have to know what we did, Brian. You didn't have to tell him!"

"No, I didn't, but I wanted to. You want to know why, Janet? I'll tell you why. You pissed me off, that's why. You picked me, Janet, not the other way around. You enticed me with the promise of more than just an office friendship. You made me believe there was something between us. You told me that Paul had moved out and your marriage was on the rocks. You told me that you wanted me to take you out that night and the invitation to more than dinner was very evident. We had a great time that night Janet. I was looking forward to getting to know you even better. Maybe when you left your husband we could start dating! Then, when we made love it was great. It was the best sex I'd ever had and I know you loved it too, so don't bother to deny it. Then, when I come out of the shower you basically throw me out without a second thought.

"I felt like you used me, Janet and I didn't like it. Women always complain that men use them but guys get used too and I felt used. I decided to wait, to bide my time, and I knew that someday I'd be able to get back at you for using me. It took two years but my chance finally came and I took it. I'm sorry if you're having problems with your marriage but you should have thought about that before you decided to fuck with me!" Brian hissed. "Now, if there's nothing else?"

Janet raised her head, looking at Brian. He was livid. His face was red and his fists were clenched.

"I'm sorry, Brian. I didn't realize you felt that way. I didn't mean to lead you on, really I didn't. I guess I thought we'd have some fun and that would be it. I was a fool, I knew I loved Paul but I was mad at him and I used you to get back at him. I'm sorry Brian, I really am."

"Yeah, I'm sure you are, Janet, now that your tit is in a wringer! I wonder if you were sorry last week, before I told Paul, huh? Were you sorry then? No, don't answer that, Janet. We both know the answer. You weren't sorry then and you wouldn't be sorry now if I hadn't told Paul, so don't go all apologetic on me. Now, if there's nothing else I'll be leaving." Brian stood and walked out the door without a word.

**********

It was a week later when I received a call at work that I'd been dreading.

"Paul here," I said, picking up the phone but concentrating on the spreadsheet in front of me.

"Paul... it's me, Janet," she said softly.

I dropped the spreadsheet and gripped the phone harder. "I thought I told you I didn't want to speak to you, Janet."

"I know but we need to talk, Paul. How long do you think you can avoid me?"

"I was hoping for the rest of my life but obviously *that's* not possible now!" I hissed sarcastically.

"You can't mean that! I love you, Paul. I'm so sorry about everything but we need to talk about this! What about the baby?"

I didn't want to get into what I had to say about the baby over the phone so I ignored that part. "Alright, Janet. Meet me at Ricardi's tonight at 7:00." I said and hung up. I decided to let all my calls go to voicemail the rest of the day but Janet didn't try to call back. Maybe she thought she'd won because I agreed to talk to her. Well she'd be in for a big surprise tonight.

**********

I arrived at the restaurant at 6:45 and got a table for two way in the back. I also slipped the hostess $20.00 to not seat anyone near us if she could help it. She didn't think it would be a problem since it was a slow night. I sat watching the door with a Black Label in my hand and waited.

Janet arrived at 7:00 sharp. She looked good, as long as you didn't look too hard. As she got closer I could see dark circles under her eyes that the makeup just didn't cover. It was good to see I wasn't the only one losing sleep over this situation. I stood up when she got to the table but made no move to pull out her chair. She seated herself and I followed.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked, taking a sip of my Black Label.

"No, thank you, Paul. I can't drink now that I'm pregnant. Alcohol isn't good for the baby."

I ignored the baby comment again and got to the point. "Okay, Janet you wanted to talk, so talk."

Janet looked at me, stunned. I guess she didn't expect me to be so brusque. She cleared her throat and wrung her hands. About that time the waiter came up to the table to take our orders so Janet got a reprieve. We ordered and once the waiter left I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms, waiting.

"Paul, I'm very sorry for everything. I didn't mean for you to ever find out. It was one time and I realized that I was being stupid and selfish. I've never done anything like that ever again and I promised myself that I'd do everything I could to be the best wife any man could want. I've regretted my actions ever since and I've suffered knowing what I did was wrong, but I didn't want it to ruin our marriage. I love you so much! Can you ever forgive me, Paul?"

I applauded, "Nice speech, Janet, very nice. Too bad I don't believe a damn word!" I hissed. "Let me ask you a question. Did you just tap Brian on the shoulder that day and tell him to come home and fuck your brains out?"

Janet turned white. It looked like she was going to lose her lunch but she hadn't eaten yet. She wrung her hands again but didn't answer.

"Well?!" I ground out. "Did you?"

"No," Janet said so softly I could barely hear her.

"I'm sorry, Janet, I didn't hear you." I had but I wanted to make her say it again.

"No," she said a little louder but she didn't elaborate.

"I see I'm going to have to drag this out of you. You know, for someone who wanted to talk you're not saying much." I leaned closer and glared at her. "How long did you pursue him before you fucked him?"

"Please, Paul, do we have to do this?" Janet asked plaintively.

"HOW LONG!" I about yelled, barely keeping my voice low enough not to draw attention.

"A month," Janet said, loud enough so I could hear her this time.

"A month. And you have the gall to tell me it was only once you cheated on me." I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. "Newsflash, Janet, chasing a man for a month while you're married to another man is cheating! It isn't only sex, you know. It is giving something of yourself to another when you promised it to your husband alone. Just because we were going through a rough stretch in our marriage doesn't change that."

"I know that, Paul, and I'm sorry..."

"Cut it, Janet," I interrupted. "I certainly didn't jump in bed with another woman because we'd been fighting! But good old Janet did. The first time she feels neglected or horny or whatever and I'm not there to service her she goes out and seduces a guy and takes a month to do it!"

"It wasn't like that, Paul," Janet said, sniffling.

"Oh, then tell me what it was like, Janet?"

"You'd moved out and we were close to divorce and I was feeling like you didn't see my side of things. I know what I did was wrong but can't you see my side of it?"

"No, Janet, I can't. I was on the opposite side of the coin from you and I didn't even *think* about another woman! Just because I'd moved out and was out of the country doesn't give you a free pass to fuck whoever you wanted!" Our meal arrived then so our conversation was put on hold. Despite my anger I ate my meal with gusto but Janet just picked at hers. We didn't say another word to each other until after the waiter had cleared the plates and poured the coffee we had ordered.

I decided to take control of the conversation again. "Tell me this, Janet, why did you decide to stop?"

"I... I don't know," Janet said. She obviously didn't want to go there.

"Bullshit! You know what I think? I think it was Jerry showing up that night that scared you. I bet you thought it could have been me and you didn't want me to find out what a whore you are!"

"No! It wasn't like that! Why are you being like this, Paul?" Janet cried.

"Tell me then! If Jerry hadn't stopped by that night and interrupted you would you have stopped? The sex had to be pretty great since you fucked him for two hours!"

"I don't know!" Janet cried, upset that I was pressing her to answer.

"I do. The fact that you can't answer tells me you wouldn't have stopped. It was the fear of being caught that Jerry represented that caused you to have second thoughts. I think that you'd have kept fucking Brian until I came home and then you'd have dumped me, or more likely, kept him on the string until you tired of him. Now tell me I'm wrong!" I brought my fist down on the table causing the coffee cups to jump slightly.

"I'm sorry, Paul, but I just don't know. All I know is I love you and I don't want to lose you!" Janet said crying harder now.

"You should have thought of that before you tried to seduce Brian. I can't abide a liar, Janet and you're a liar of the highest order."

"But I didn't lie to you! You asked me if I cheated with Jerry and I didn't!" Janet cried desperately.

"Oh, pardon me. You're absolutely right. How stupid of me. You just neglected to tell me who you *were* fucking when I accused you of cheating with Jerry! I'm such an idiot, how could I not see the difference?" I said sarcastically. I stood up, threw a hundred dollar bill on the table and stepped over to where Janet was still seated. "Goodbye, Janet. You've had your say. I hope you're proud of yourself and I hope the sex with Brian was worth it."

I walked out of the restaurant without turning back.

**********

I contacted my lawyer the next day and had her draw up the papers and have them served on her at work the next day. I had given her the house and her car. I gave her half of our savings. We each had our own retirement plans so I didn't think she needed part of mine and I'd fight her for it. I also told the lawyer about the baby and had her put in a clause requiring a DNA test before any child support would be discussed. If the baby was mine I'd support it financially but I wasn't going to pay for some SOB's bastard, that's for sure.

I moved out of the house and into a hotel that rented suites by the month until I could find a place of my own. I called Janet's parents and let them know that I'd moved out and Janet could go home if she wanted.

My mother had to try once more to make me change my mind. I'd always liked her; she was like a second mother to me so I listened to her out of respect.

"Paul, I know Janet hurt you badly. I'm very angry with her myself, but can't you try to work things out with her? She's pregnant with your child..."

"I don't know that for sure, Barbara."

"Paul! I know Janet has hurt you badly but are you really trying to tell me that you believe you're *not* the father?"

"I probably am," I said exhaustedly "but there is enough doubt in me to question it. I'm sorry, Barbara, but that's how I feel."

"Paul, you love Janet, I know you do. I've seen you two together and I know it. You can't go from loving someone to hating them just like that. I urge you to think about it. Things are very heated right now. Take some time and let yourself calm down. Maybe then you'll be thinking more clearly."

"I don't know, Barbara. I'm not feeling very loving about Janet right now. I'll think about it though, for you, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks Paul. We love you too much to see you and Janet fighting like this. I'll be praying for you."

We hung up. I thought about what Barbara had said. Prayers wouldn't hurt but I didn't think they'd help.

**********

I tried to do as Barbara asked. I tried to calm down and think things through. I failed miserably the first week. Every time I thought about Janet I'd get pissed off. The second week wasn't much better. It wasn't until three weeks later that I could think about Janet and not want to beat the shit out of her, metaphorically at least. I tried to think of all the good times we'd had and weigh those against her affair. The problem I was having was that most of the good times had come after the affair. We'd been fighting before that and our marriage had been pretty rocky because I was working a lot and traveling too. So here I was, stuck with comparing good times that had happened after my wife had cheated on me but I hadn't known it at the time.

I have to be honest. Knowing what I do now my thinking was colored by the feeling that she had been playing me behind my back. She'd got one over on old Paul real good and she was enjoying her happy marriage as well. I suppose some people would say that I was better off not knowing, you know 'ignorance is bliss' and all that BS. I can't argue with that logic, it works for a lot of people, but not me. I felt as if I'd been played for a fool and I didn't like it. How can you say you're better off not knowing your wife has disrespected you so much that she seduced another man? Is that the kind of marriage you'd want? Would you be happy with a cheating wife as long as you were unaware of her actions? Again, some people would rather not know than deal with the fallout, as I am. But as bad as things are I'd rather know than to live a lie.

This line of reasoning basically dictated my decision. I couldn't live with the knowledge that Janet had cheated and had kept it from me, and had planned to do so for the rest of her life. That left one course of action; divorce. I called my lawyer to check on the status of the divorce and she told me that Janet's lawyer was fighting some of the terms. I was pissed. I'd been more than fair with Janet and I wasn't going to give her one more penny.

I called her at work and told her I needed to see her that night. We agreed that I'd meet her at her house though I made sure she understood this was a business meeting and nothing else.

I walked up to the door promptly at 7:00 p.m. and knocked. Janet answered the door and ushered me in.

"Do you want some coffee? I have some made." Janet asked.

"No, thank you. I told you this was a business meeting. Could we sit down?"

Janet walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. I sat in the side chair, across from her.

"What is going on, Janet? My lawyer tells me you're fighting the settlement. I was more than fair with you. Why can't you just sign the papers and get this over with." I said frustrated.

"I don't want a divorce, Paul. I told my lawyer to make a counter offer so you'd have to talk to me and it worked. I've told you I'm sorry, how many more times do I have to say it? Why can't you forgive me?" she said anguished.

"I have forgiven you, Janet..."

"You have? Then why do you want to divorce?"

"I forgive you for cheating on me. I understand that we're all human and we all make mistakes. I can't go my whole life hating you, so I have to forgive you. What I don't have to do is accept it and continue the marriage." I looked her in the eye and I saw the hope that had been there fade. Her shoulders slumped and I think she had tears in her eyes but she didn't shed them. "I've given this a lot of thought, Janet. Barbara asked me to take some time and think things through very carefully before I made a final decision, and I did. I tried to weigh the good times against the bad and I found that the good times were tainted by your deceit. I know I may be unreasonable but I feel that all this time you've been laughing behind my back..."

"But I haven't!" Janet cried.

"Maybe you haven't but that's how I feel. I question everything you've done and wonder if it was because you were feeling guilty over what you'd done and wanted to make up for it or was it because you loved me? I feel it was guilt because if you'd *really* loved me our problems wouldn't have driven you to seduce another man." I looked at my feet and sighed. "I'm sorry, Janet but I don't want guilt, I want love."

I stood up and walked to the door. I turned and saw Janet still on the couch, crying. "Please, sign the papers, Janet. Our marriage is over, don't make this harder than it has to be."

"But what about our baby?" Janet wailed.

"That's something I've been avoiding but since you've brought it up I want a DNA test done when the child is born. If it's mine we'll discuss child support at that time."

"What do you mean, 'if it's yours'? I haven't been with anyone else in over two years!" Janet yelled angrily.

"Pardon me if I don't take your word for that, Janet. You managed to keep me in the dark about Brian for two years it's not unreasonable to think you could keep someone else a secret either," I said sadly.

"You sonofabitch! I'll take you to the cleaners for this!" Janet yelled.

"Try it and I'll have my lawyer change the reason for the divorce from irreconcilable differences to adultery. I'm sure Brian would be willing to testify for me. Do you really want all of this to come out in court?" I hissed. "Think about it and let me know."

I walked out the door, slamming it behind me.

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Janet thought about it, it seemed, and came to the realization that I wasn't fooling around, especially when Brian told her he was looking forward to telling the court *all* about their affair. She called me a few days later.

"All right you sonofabitch, I'll sign the goddamned papers!"

"Hello to you too, Janet!" I said brightly. "I'm glad you've come to your senses."

"Yeah well I didn't have much choice, especially with that bastard Brian spreading rumors around work about our affair. I'm the laughingstock of the office!" she cried.

"Hey, you do the crime you do the time. I don't feel one bit sorry for you. I always thought you were smarter than to fuck where you eat. Didn't anyone ever tell you not to fuck anybody you work with?" I laughed.

"I'm sorry, I guess I forgot that little bit of advice in my efforts to get laid," Janet said sarcastically. "You men are all alike, you can't keep your mouths shut!"

"And you women are all alike, you can't keep your legs closed! Be a big girl and cut the whining, Janet. You got caught and now you've got to pay for your actions. I know it's tough but life is a female dog and then you expire."

"Don't think you've won, Paul. When this baby is born and it's proven to be yours I'm gonna make your life miserable. I'm gonna get every penny I can get and I'm gonna do everything I can so you'll never see it!" Janet yelled.

"I wouldn't want to see it, Janet. Every time I looked at it I'd be reminded that it was conceived because of your lies. As to getting all my money for support, try it. I'll fight you tooth and nail and if worse comes to worse I'll quit and get a job at McDonalds. I don't need much to live on, you can have 30% of minimum wage!" I laughed heartily at the thought. Before she could go on I hung up the phone and refused to take any more calls from her.

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There must be a God that looks after cuckold husbands. I don't know whether it was the stress of the divorce or stress from Brian and his rumors at work or what but in her third month Janet miscarried and lost the baby. I felt bad for her. Despite our recent acrimonious interactions I knew she'd always wanted a baby. I sent her a sympathy card and got a nice thank you note back a few weeks later. The divorce was finalized about nine months after I'd moved out and I was relieved to have the whole thing finally over with.




The Ninth Step - Truth Will Out



I was, naturally, skittish about women so I didn't really date for about six months after the final decree. Oh I went out for dinner once in a while with women I was set up with by friends but nothing ever came of it. I wasn't interested, to be honest. I think it was too soon but my friends couldn't stand to see me 'alone'. I decided to go back to school to take some specialized classes for my job. There I met a nice woman and we dated off and on for almost a year. Both of us were coming off divorces so we had a lot of common experiences. We didn't get intimate because we knew we weren't right for each other but we did enjoy going out to eat and to the movies once or twice a month. It was nice to interact with a woman and *not* have to worry about trying to get into her pants. She finally met a guy who she did want to date seriously and we parted as friends. We still talk regularly and I've been invited to her wedding.

It had been two years since the divorce when I decided that I wanted to try dating again. I decided to try online dating. I know, it sounds geeky or pathetic, but I didn't know a lot of women and had already dated all the recommendations from friends and relatives. I signed up with a site that matched people up based on a very extensive questionnaire, I'm sure you've heard of it. It took two months but I was matched with two women; one who was younger and one who was older than me.

I contacted the younger one first. She was a great person and we had a really nice time but we didn't 'click' if you know what I mean. I set up a meeting with the older woman and I knew she was the one from the minute I set eyes on her. For me, the chemistry between us was electric; you could almost see sparks when I touched her hand. I found out later that she felt the same way. We talked all night and had to be thrown out of the restaurant so they could close. We moved our date to a nearby bar and talked for another three hours!

Suffice it to say we 'clicked' and started dating seriously right away. Lisa was two years older than me and I think her maturity turned me on as well. She'd recently been divorced too but, unlike me, she had gotten married too young and they had just grown apart. She's still friends with her ex. I've met him and he seems like a nice guy but I'm glad it didn't work out between them. I proposed after three months and nine months after that we were married. We celebrated our first anniversary with Lisa telling me we were going to be parents. All in all my life has turned out very well. I've found a woman I love more than I ever loved Janet and I know she loves me the same. I'd say we're as close to 'soul mates' as any two people can be.

Oh, for those of you wondering what happened with Janet, I saw her engagement notice in the paper the other day. The notice said they expect to marry in the fall. I wish her good luck.

End

Copyright fdkman262 © 2007



The Ninth Step



After I was sure my insides were going to stay there, I pushed myself up and went to splash some cold water on my face and use some to rinse out my foul mouth. I was now beginning to remember some of what I said to May and my face was warm with shame. I was drunk! I hadn't been drunk in probably twenty years. I couldn't remember the last time I had been this stupid. Stupid because I was a lousy drunk. I couldn't hold my alcohol and when I was stupid enough to have a few, I made a fool out of myself. So, I quit a long time ago for good reason. Now, I remembered the reason.

I walked out, ready to face May and my foolishness and almost ran into Janet. She was standing just outside the men's room and had obviously been waiting for me. Now that my mind was functioning again, albeit slowly and with difficulty, I guessed that May had told her where I was on the cell. Well, it was just too bad that she had to find me this way, but I didn't really care. Now that I knew what she was, I didn't have to worry any more about her. I straightened myself up to my full height of just about six feet of pure muscle and tried to glare down at her, which was tough when she was almost as tall as I was. Well then, I would level my manly gaze directly on her and force her to back away. 

Didn't work. Damn! The problem was that as I was leveling my steely gaze on her, I was wobbling from side to side and almost fell over backwards. She watched my pathetic self with a sneer on her face while I gathered my remaining wits together and faced her.

"I don't know why you're here. I know what you did with Jerry back when. He told me that you two had an affair and that you had sex with him. You cheated on me, and I'm done with you. So, there!" Damn! Well said! I puffed up with pride at how well I had done. I waited for her apology, her groveling and pleading with me to forgive her, her pathetic attempts to persuade me that she really loved me and wanted me to let her come back. But, I would resist with manly pride. I was the man scorned. Was that right? Man scorned? No, it was a woman scorned. What was a man? Oh, yeah, cuckolded. That was it. 

I was becoming confused. Instead of falling down in tears, Janet was just staring at me with that same look of contempt. She was standing there, her fists pressed against her sides, saying nothing. I waited but she didn't move.

"Well? Don't you have something you want to say to me?" I was in full control now. She would have to beg for my forgiveness now that I knew. I waited.

"May, can you help me get this idiot into my car? I have to get him home before he does something else stupid." May came over and the two of them took me by the hands and pulled me toward the front of the bar. I followed without resisting, trying to figure out what had just happened. I told her that I knew. I told her I was done with her. Why wasn't she apologizing? What the hell was going on here?

Together they stuffed me in Janet's van and before I knew it I was heading home with Janet driving. I looked over at her but she was ignoring me completely. I decided that I would just wait till we got home before I said any more. Anyway, I was very tired and I was finding it hard to keep my eyes open. Maybe just a little nap until we got home. Just rest my eyes a little. I had just shut my eyes when Janet was tugging me out of the van and into the house. I went willingly, not sure how we got there so fast. 

I was going to stop in the kitchen to confront Janet but found myself walking into the bedroom. I wanted to say something but instead, felt my pants being jerked down. When I looked down to see what was happening, I felt a push against my chest and I fell backwards onto the bed. Damn did that feel good. Maybe just a little nap to get my strength back. Maybe just . . . . . . . 

I woke to bright sunlight streaming in the window. I groaned, tried to roll over to block it out when I smelled the wonderful aroma of coffee. It was enough to make me open my eyes and try to stand. That was a whole other thing. It took me three tries to get my feet under me enough that I could stand without falling over. That caused my head to pound and it felt as though it was going to split wide open. I stood very still until that passed. I felt a little nauseous but that eventually passed and I found my way downstairs to the kitchen and that wonderful smell.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw Janet standing there, leaning against the counter looking very calm and collected. She watched me with a smile as she said, "Good morning. I hope you feel as bad as you look. You certainly deserve it after what you did last night. What the hell ever possessed you to get drunk? And what were you babbling about when you said you knew what we did? Who was we? And what did we do? You were mumbling about cheating. Did you cheat with someone?"

Me cheat? What the hell was she talking about? I had to have coffee. I waved her away and grabbed a cup which I filled to the brim with hot black coffee, the stuff of life. I sipped carefully, burning my lips but needing the jolt. After a few sips, the warmth in my stomach translated to a feeling of normalcy. I sighed, sat down with the cup clutched between my palms and regarded her. Now I felt confident enough to lay it out for her.

"Well Janet. Guess who came to see me yesterday? Give up? Jerry Geiger! Your one time lover. He told me all about it. He told me how you called him to meet you for dinner and how you seduced him and then how the two of you had sex. He confessed, Janet! He confessed!"

Janet listened without response as I laid it out for her, piece by piece. I now waited for her pleas and protestations of remorse. Surely they would come now.

"And why pray tell did Jerry Geiger tell you this? Why did he suddenly confess about our affair?"

"Because he was on step nine of twelve. He's a recovering alcoholic and he's making amends to those he hurt. I was his best friend and he screwed you, my loving wife. He felt bad and wanted me to forgive him. As if!"

Janet was still smiling as she listened to me. I was becoming very confused. Why was she smiling? Did she care so little about me that she didn't care that I found out? Was she going to leave me now? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Damn that Jerry! Why did he have to tell me this shit? Why couldn't he have left it alone? Damn!

"Paul, I want you to listen to me very carefully. I'll only say this once. Remember as I tell you this that Jerry is an alcoholic, and that I can't stand him. I never could!" She looked at me to see if I was listening, then continued. "Jerry was drunk for most of the time you knew him. He was drunk all of the time I knew him. Most of the time, he wasn't even aware of where he was or who he was with because he's a drunk, Paul. He's a drunk. But, OK. Here's what happened.

"Jerry called me very late one night while you were in Japan. We had met a few times at his insistence just to talk but for some reason that night he wanted to come over. He decided we had to learn to be friends to make you happy. I told him I was already sleeping and to go to hell. An hour later, he showed up at the door, drunk as a skunk. I tried to push him out the door but he charged inside. I followed him in and watched him go upstairs to our bedroom. I waited a while for him to come back down, but when he didn't I went up and found him passed out on our bed. I decided to let him sleep it off and went downstairs and fell asleep on the couch.

"The following morning, Jerry came down, saw me still in my nightgown and apparently thought we had slept together. He was all apologetic and was crying about cheating on his best friend. He pleaded with me not to ever tell you and I let him go on, never thinking about correcting him and let him leave the house believing he had cheated on you. I thought it was great since it meant he would try his best to avoid us. It worked. I never saw him again and you and he drifted apart." 

Janet stopped, folded her arms across her chest and just looked at me. "That's what really happened Paul. So, I guess you have to decide who to believe. Me, your wife who loves you and forgives you for getting drunk at two in the morning, or your drunken friend who didn't even know what the hell he was doing most of the years you knew him."

I thought about it. Who did I believe? I looked at Janet standing there calmly, not even worrying about what I thought and actually laughing at me, or my best friend Jerry who would do anything for me. Actually, it wasn't much of a choice. Jerry was a drunk, and I knew it. I'd been with him many times when he couldn't remember what we did the night before. And I knew for a fact that his boozing caused a real short term memory loss. So, even though I had a tiny, nagging doubt, I believed that Jerry had never been with Janet. 

"You're right. Jerry is full of shit! And I'm sorry for what I put you through last night. It was low of me. Can you forgive me?" Puppy dog look and puppy dog eyes that she couldn't resist. She forgave me. 

"Listen. I'm going upstairs to take a shower and change and then I'm taking you out for lunch. We'll go anywhere you want and afterwards, I'll take you shopping. You can buy yourself a present from me for being an ass. A very expensive present."

"You're forgiven. Go, take your shower." Janet kissed me hard and patted me on the ass as I went upstairs. Thank God! I was so thankful that Janet had never had an affair with Jerry. I went happily.

Epilogue

I watched Paul go upstairs for his shower with a feeling of great relief. When he said I was a cheater over the phone, my heart almost stopped. My mind went numb and maybe that saved me because I never answered him. Then, when he later mentioned Jerry and Jerry's need to confess, I knew I had a chance. Thank God he was too drunk to function well and fortunately didn't notice, which gave me time to recover. But then I decided to tell him the truth about that night with Jerry, so I did. Well, almost. You see, what I told Paul really was the truth, word for word. It's what I didn't tell him that makes the difference. And it's a difference that Paul will never know about. Never.

That night happened at a time when my relationship with Paul was at its lowest. We fought, he had moved out and to make matters worse, was on one of his all too frequent trips to Japan. I had almost given up hope for the two of us. Jerry did call that night and I listened and I did refuse to see him. We had met a few times at his request but I just couldn't find it inside me to like the guy. I guess what he wanted was to continue his quest to see if we could be friends. 

So, when Jerry came to the door, I answered, knowing that it was probably him. He was drunk as usual and he was babbling about "doing it for Paul", or some such nonsense. I told him to go away, but instead of talking to me and trying to get me to let him in, he just pushed past me into the house and went upstairs. But what Jerry didn't know was that I wasn't alone that night. Fortunately for me, he was making a lot of noise and Brian heard him coming. That's right. Brian Watson, a coworker of mine in the accounting department. He knew both Paul and I and was aware of our problems. He had been hitting on me for some time and that particular night, I had given in and invited him over. Well, one thing led to another and we were upstairs in my bed when Jerry came. That's where I left him to answer the door.

Hearing Jerry coming, Brian figured out what was going on and moved into the spare room before Jerry reached the bedroom. He watched through the slightly opened door and saw Jerry go into the master bedroom, then snuck over to the door and saw that he was inside, passed out on the bed. He came over to the top of the steps and waved me up. After deciding that he was too drunk to wake, we put Jerry to bed in our bed, right where he had passed out. Brian is the one that undressed him. I just watched.

Once Jerry was in bed, Brian and I went into the spare room and finished what we had started. We made love for two hours with Jerry sleeping right next door. It really was pretty great and I had missed Paul so I was horny as hell. But afterwards, as I listened to Brian in the shower, I began to think of what could have happened if it had been Paul rather than Jerry that night, and what I was risking. I decided then and there that I didn't ever want to have to face that so I told Brian that we were through. I told him even though Paul had moved out for a time it made no difference. We were still married and I wanted our marriage to continue. It wasn't going to continue if I was going to cheat on Paul. I decided that night to fight for what I had and what I realized that I could lose. Brian heard me out and accepted my decision. He wanted to stay the night, but I had made up my mind. I wanted him to leave and he did.

He left before daylight and I went downstairs waiting for Jerry to wake up. When he did come down and in his confusion believed we had slept together, I let him think we had and convinced him that Paul must never know. I cried and pleaded with him and Jerry bought it and that was the last I heard from him until now. So, even though this was almost a disaster, it worked out well. Paul is happy, I'm happy and that prick Jerry is miserable. How about that?

That was what really happened that night and it was just that one time. I never cheated on Paul again nor did I ever even want to. And even though I lied to him, I never had second thoughts. Paul loved me and I loved him and I wanted nothing more than our marriage and our life together. I've protected my secret and I am going to take it with me to the grave. I know what you must think of me but I don't care. I made a mistake and I have to live with it, but that's no reason for me to give up the man I love. My punishment is knowing what I did. I have to live with that!

And by the way, when Paul comes down from his shower, I have something to tell him. He's going to be a father.