0 comments/ 12191 views/ 1 favorites The Rest of the Story By: Stardog Champion None of this would have happened if I didn't have a weakness for betting on my Jets and blindly laying the points each time they were a favorite. You'd think after all these years I would have learned to bet with my head and not my heart, but each Fall it seems like I slip face first into the same enticing trap. I'm not going to tell you just how much I was in hoke for, I'll just say that there were a few people out there that would have been content turning my knee caps into those crumbs you see at the bottom of a potato chip bag. I did have a good job in a large metropolitan city, one where I made enough money that it perpetually kept me in trouble. The more the accelerant, the bigger the fire.... I was in upper management of a worldwide hotel and resort chain, and in the position I worked I was privy to most of the comings and goings at the hotel, not to mention having full access to every nook and cranny of the place. What's the old saying about giving someone too much rope? We got a memo one morning last Summer that one of the presidential candidates might be staying at our hotel while they were in town giving a speech. Needless to say the trouble of going through the security protocols and getting enough rooms secured for the entourage wasn't a walk in the park, but it was the marquee type event the board members loved. About 72 hours before the mystery guest was supposed to arrive, we found out that it was going to be Sarah Palin making one of her first solo visits on her campaign to become McCain's Vice-President. While I'm in 'coming clean' mode, let me also say this situation wasn't exactly the first time I'd done something of a similar nature, just not with someone quite so famous. A long time acquaintance of mine is a private investigator. He's done me several favors over the years, and on more than one occasion, really opened my technologically inept eyes to some of the neat gadgets and gizmos people can use when doing surveillance. That's not to say the benefits of our friendship haven't been reciprocal. My P.I. friend has always had somewhat of a problem over the years staying faithful to his Wife. With me being a longtime worker in the hospitality game, I've always been there to fix him up with a nice room free of charge, so he can discreetly impress the lady he was seeing at the time. About two years ago, the PI friend I spoke of showed me the neatest little contraption, a small lighted vanity mirror that fit perfectly on a bathroom sink. The mirror also happened to have a small camera built inside. Against my better judgment, and every bit of morals I'd been raised with, I placed that mirror in the room of a couple of girls from a college volleyball team staying in town for a game. It was probably the worst thing that could have happened because the sick endeavor went off without a hitch. The resulting footage of the three girls sharing the room that night was quite vivid. After successfully trying this technique several more times, the biggest concern I started to have was that one of the women I was secretly filming might steal the mirror because of how cute it was. While that device did provide hours of perverted glee, like any adrenaline junkie I eventually found myself pushing the envelope for an even higher high. Even easier than filming the random attractive and unaware woman in her room, capturing some of the goings on between the newlyweds in the Honeymoon Suite was like stealing candy from a baby. Granted, most couples these days aren't sharing each other for the very first time on their wedding night, but there were still a definite passion and intensity to their efforts once they were alone, behind closed doors. An intimacy they certainly wouldn't have felt comfortable sharing if they knew they were being watched. Instead of the vanity mirror trick, in the Honeymoon Suite I used a tiny remote camera mounted in the chandelier light fixture hanging above the bed. When the light was on, it was impossible to discern because of the brightness surrounding it and when the lights were off, it didn't give the slightest hint of its presence. If I'd just been content pulling off those self gratifying voyeuristic capers, I could have lived happily ever after. Instead, the lure of trying such a thing on a celebrity became an overriding and all consuming challenge. The overwhelming urge to set up something in Palin's room before her arrival was too much to fight. Considering the attention to detail needed, and chaos created, when a guest of that importance made a visit, I was pretty much run ragged during the Governor's entire stay. All I could hope for was that the camera that I aimed was pointed for maximum effect inside her room. To my utter shock, my efforts paid off better than I could have ever imagined. I'm not gonna go into detail about the ingenious camera set-up I used in then Governor Palin's room, but it was amusing, if I do say so myself, watching her security detail make a thorough sweep through the suite and not find a damn thing. The subsequent footage was, on a multitude of levels, amazing. The initial cavalcade of handlers, speech writers, aides and image consultants was seemingly never ending. Palin's entourage filled up the largest suite in the hotel to the point where it simply looked like a cramped subway car at times. It didn't take David Gergan to see if a candidate needed that much help putting a positive face forward, that same face would likely melt under the harsh glow of the world spotlight. Palin, and her hive of worker bees, left the room for dinner and a scheduled speech in town that was set for 6 pm. Fast forwarding the tape through all that dead time once I was finally able to sit down in private and watch, the Governor returned to the room a little after 10 that night, this time with a much smaller cast of characters. Thankfully she'd made the trip without her Husband or her dozen or so kids, so at some point I was confident everyone else would leave and I'd get her on film, all by herself. The cadre of advisors sat with a visibly tired and somewhat aloof Palin until just before Midnight when they all called it a day. I guess like any other normal wife and mother who was stuck several time zones away on a business trip, Palin pulled out her cell phone and appeared to call home for 15 minutes or so. After hanging up, she flipped open her laptop for a few minutes and did a few things online before exhaustedly dragging herself off to the bathroom. For just a few seconds as I sat there and watched the content I'd taped the day before, the guilt that welled inside of me almost caused my finger to click the stop icon on the monitor. Even though she was one of the most famous women in the world now, she was still just an average and unsuspecting woman going about her nightly routine, oblivious to the fact her every move in that room was being recorded. I was about to press my finger down on the stop button when the decayed and diseased marrow of my psyche screamed 'NO...NOT YET'. That internal battle was still raging when Palin stepped out of the bathroom, with nothing but a towel wrapped around her freshly showered body. A large puff of steam billowed out behind the Governor as she made her way across the room to the large suitcase sitting on her bed. Leaning forward anxiously in my seat as I watched the grainy pixels on the screen, I literally felt my entire body grow numb as my chin dropped down like a rock against my chest. There wasn't a drum roll, or even a hint of fanfare for what was to come. Sarah Palin simply dropped the moist towel from her body as she stood beside the bed, her rear end exposed towards the camera as she dug through her luggage for a night shirt to wear. The same woman who countless computer geeks were online at that very minute trying to morph her face over another woman's naked body was standing there on my screen in all her stark and vivid glory right in front of me. Hefner and Flynt had even ponied up seven figure offers for Palin to bear all, and yet here I was witnessing it for free. Other than the Governor's Husband and maybe her doctor, I was probably the only man to have seen her naked in a long time. Not that the image was that detailed, but it was clear enough to tell exactly who it was. Once she'd fished a tee-shirt from her bags, Palin turned back towards the center of the room and for a few seconds I could see the melon-shaped swells of her breasts hanging heavily from her chest. The paleness of both orbs bounced side to side as Palin walked by the camera shot and for the briefest of moments, you could se the pelt of dark brown hair that covered her crotch. Hitting rewind and re-playing those images over and over several times, it dawned on me that someone from the wilds of Alaska probably didn't have that much use for a Brazilian Wax job. Eventually allowing the tape to play on, I watched as Sarah slipped into the oversized teeshirt then disappeared under the covers. An instant later she flipped the reading lamp beside the bed off, and considering how tired she seemed from the rigor the campaign trail had, I assumed she'd be asleep within a minute or two. Keeping the tape running as I got up to get myself something cold to drink, I nearly choked on an ice cube when I walked back, seeing she'd switched the light back on. Its an eerie, and admittedly unsettling feeling spying on someone's every move without their knowledge, one that could give a guy a "God complex" if he wasn't adequately grounded. Despite all that, once again I couldn't bring myself to switch the video off as Palin propped herself up in bed and turned on the TV. It was definitely strange looking down at her without her make-up or glasses, not to mention the pony-tail she'd pulled her hair back into as she flipped through the channels. Taking into account what time it was, I assumed Palin wasn't tuning into any of the late night talk shows considering the tenor the campaign was taking at that stage. For just a second I thought how funny it would have been if the Vice Presidential candidate had somehow ordered the adult PPV option on the hotel's cable service, but after skimming through the dial several times, Palin switched the tv off and read through a packet of papers she's left on the nightstand. Within a few minutes she'd put the packet back in its place and rolled her head side to side several times against the headboard, looking somewhat like a bored cat contemplating its next move. Sliding back down beneath the covers, Palin laid there for quite awhile without reaching up to turn out the light. Between the scant amount of light and Palin's position on the bed, it took a few seconds to finally figure out what was happening under the sheets. Seeing a slight, tent-shaped bulge grow in the center of the bed, it was clear from the way that protrusion seemed to bounce and rotate in jerky circles that she was masturbating. Nearly missing the chair when I tried to re-take my seat in front of the computer monitor, I stared on in stone silence as Sarah Palin rubbed herself between her legs. "She didn't put her panties on before crawling into bed..just her tee-shirt," a voice in my head reminded. Leaning forward in my seat to get a better look at the gradually changing expression on the married mother of five's face, I watched as her lips parted into a perfect oval as she increased the speed of her fingers beneath the sheets. Even though there was no sound from the recording, I could literally imagine the sweet slick echo of Palin's fingers slicing through the wetness of her crotch as the bedsprings began to rhythmically squeak. My eyes focused, flipping between the bulge of Palin hand under the sheets and her steadily scrunching face, I pretty much devolved into a hypnotic state watching it all unfold. It was clear from the determined efficiency she put into her efforts, Palin knew exactly how to make herself feel good. Watching the way her knees seized up a little higher into the air with each passing second, it wasn't long until the presumably high thread-count sheet covering her body morphed into a crude magic carpet dancing in waves above her. Narrowing my gaze the best I could, I leered on as an spine tingling orgasm eventually tore through Sarah Palin's body. Watching her head cork-screw side to side on the fluffed pillows, it appeared as if her knees had become wings, and for just a brief instant, I swore she was going to take flight when she came. Absorbed completely by what I was witnessing, I'm enough of a man to admit I was touching myself as well watching the visceral display on the pixels in front of me. Assuming Palin was done when she collapsed into the fetal position beneath the now strewn sheets, I leaned back and tried collecting my breath until she reached up and grabbed the bottle of spring water on the nightstand. "Well..that was a Hell of a show," I thought to myself, thinking her next step was cutting off the light after she'd replenished her fluids. Once again, I couldn't have been more wrong. An insane, almost Jack Nicholsonesque voice cackled over and over in my head," You just saw Sarah Palin masturbate and you got it on tape!" On some level I knew I was witnessing something that would be worth a lot of money in the right hands, but for the time being all I could do was sit there in breathless silence watching as she pulled the sheet down to her knees to allow her overheated crotch to cool off. Even though the quality of the recording wasn't perfect, you could still see the puffy, bubblegum pink lips of Palin's vagina glisten in the lamp light as she reached down with her left hand and rubbed her fingers through the dense patch of pubic hair. My heart fluttered in my throat a few seconds later when she reached up with both hands and pulled her tee-shirt up over her chest, allowing each of her tits to spill free. Caressing both her palms around her more than ample bosom, I watched as the Governor tweaked and twisted at her visibly plump nipples like they were dials on an old radio as she allowed herself time to recover from her orgasm. It was difficult to see Palin's face and get any sort of read on her mental state. Watching her chest rise and fall as she slowly regained her breath, I assumed she was just settling herself down before eventually switching off the light and going to sleep. When she rolled both her hands down the length of her belly and clamped them down over her still steaming crotch however, I sensed she wasn't done. "Bitch is insatiable," I muttered under my breath, staring a hole in the glowing monitor in front of me. It wasn't long before Palin's breasts began to swing out to each side of her arms as she leaned forward slightly and dipped her fingers into her still spasming pussy. Watching the sweaty woman play with herself for another minute or so, I literally jumped backwards in my seat when Palin lurched up unexpectedly from the bed. Like a zombie that had just risen from its tomb, the half naked Governor staggered across the room until she'd dug her hands anxiously back inside one of her personal luggage cases. "What is she digging for?" I wondered, thinking I might have a "Marion Barry" situation on my hands if I caught Sarah Palin reaching for her stash of coke. Focusing the best I could as Palin fumbled through her bags, I held my breath when she pulled a smaller bag from the bottom of the larger suitcase. Flexing my fingers together as she reached inside, I exhaled with frustration when she pulled yet another wrapped package from the smaller bag, this one covered with a large piece of fabric or scarf. "Must really be something if she went through that much trouble to hide it," I thought as Palin turned and carried whatever she'd retrieved back to bed. When I finally realized what it was, the thing in Sarah Palin's hand would have even caused Mayor Barry to blush. From the way Palin recklessly threw herself back into bed and quickly parted her knees, I started to get a sense of what was about to happen. When I saw the oblong, cylinder shaped mass in her hands, I knew for sure. "She smuggled a fucking dildo all the way across the country..through airports and everything....the bellhop probably even brought the thing up to her room," I shook my head and laughed. Palin wasted absolutely no time shoving the instrument between her legs, instantly causing both her outstretched feet to rise high in the air and start hovering in slow, jerky circles. Seeing the muscles in Palin's arms flex, I watched her head bounce up and down on her pillows as she stabbed the phallus home with both hands. I could tell from the way Palin was straining to grasp the dildo that it had to be immense. Seeing the way she humped her behind off the bed to help shove the thing deeper, I sensed she was well versed in using it. Her tee-shirt pulled her just enough that I could see her left breast swinging each time she lunged upwards, I sat motionless in my seat watching her pussy expand to ungodly proportions, trying to accommodate the serpent in her hands. I just knew I was on the verge of witnessing the most violent orgasm of my life. Just before the point of no turning back however, Palin twisted to the side and slowed her savage, self-inflicted thrusts. That's when I realized what she had was no ordinary dildo. Pulling the business end of the shaft from her pussy and raising it towards her mouth, I sat there in awe as Palin darted her tongue around the wet and glistening, bulbous head of the phallus. "Sarah Palin is a fucking freak," I mumbled as she ingested her own vaginal fluid from the very device she'd just fucked herself with. Watching the thing bounce like an oversized sausage against her chest as she nuzzled it deeper into her mouth, that's when I realized the thing had two heads. "My God," I mouthed as she continued to lap and lather her lips over the freshly used end. "Why didn't she finish herself off when she had the chance?" I wondered, only to get my answer a few seconds later when she lowered the implement back down to her crotch. Placing the unused end of the dildo against the puffy bloom of her vaginal fissure, Palin urgently shoved the head of the thing back inside her. Her knees quivering as the dry end of the staff quickly became drenched, I could see the half naked woman corkscrewing the dildo until an entire lower third had disappeared. Then she did something that was as unique as it was inspiring. Contorting her body to her left until she was essentially resting on her side, Palin then raised her right leg high into the air. "Awfully flexible for a woman with five kids," I noted as the folds of her stuffed labia filled the screen. Reaching down with her free hand, Palin took the unoccupied end of the shaft between her fingers and blindly bent it into the shape of a horseshoe. My breathing instantly ceased when I saw what she did next. Situating the lower half of the dildo just right, Palin's chin ricocheted upwards when she pressed the second head against her anus. Keeping the upper part entrenched inside her pussy, Palin held her right leg in the air as she began to inch the rubbery shaft into her ass. Even though there was no sound, I could see Palin's lips part, just knowing a haunting and guttural moan was belching from her throat as she impaled herself, times two. Reaching down once again to rub my own crotch as I watched, it wasn't long before both ends of the crescent shaped girth disappeared like magic inside her. Once the dildo was securely buried inside both orifices, Palin somehow spun her body around until she was up on all fours. "What the Hell is she doing now?" I asked out loud. If she'd put that much thought and effort into her policies and campaign tactics as she was putting into what she was doing on that hotel bed, Sarah Palin might have very well been the Vice President as we speak. The Rest of the Story This is a story based upon a recent story posted by Zeke81 called "Lose the Pounds or Lose the Pussy". I am only going to give the briefest of background on the story to start this one flowing so I strongly recommend that you read his story in its entirety before you read this one. Mark weighed 325 lbs and he and Sara had lost a couple of friends from heart attacks recently. She became worried about Mark and to make a long story short she cut him off from sex for all but four times a year unless he achieved weight loss goals. The four times were Valentine's Day, their Anniversary, and both of their Birthdays. Mark proceeded to lose a bunch of weight over a two year period and cashed in on the extra sex along the way as step goals were met but was pretty much deprived of sex. He lost a huge amount of weight and got down to around 207 pounds and at that point he wanted to quit. After all he had lost 118 pounds and it was just so tough. When Mark said he wanted to quit Sara said "No way buster." That is when she made her threat, the threat that inspired this story. "If you quit you will only be getting sex the four times a year. But I have sexual needs so even though you will only be getting sex four times a year, I will have to get my needs taken care of somewhere else." In the moments after Sara made that threat she saw the foundation of her marriage shake. It started shaking when Mark's head snapped up and he looked her in the eyes with a look of total shock and confusion. She saw the foundation of her marriage crack as she saw the sadness sweep over him and the hurt was evident in his eyes, all the result of what she had said. She saw the foundation of her marriage begin to crumble around her feet as his sadness and hurt morphed into anger and disgust. She knew then and there that she had made a critical mistake. Sara had pushed this man she loved dearly to the limits to fulfill her desires that he lose all that weight and then she had threatened to have sex with others to punish him for not meeting her goals. How could she be so stupid, how could she have done that to him? Mark was pissed. He said, "I have busted my ass for two years to lose over 100 pounds to please you Sara. It has been difficult for me beyond belief and during that time you have withheld sex from me as a tool to get me to go on. I did it all for you Sara because I love you and wanted to please you. Now when I don't feel I can continue you reward me by telling me that you will continue to cut me off and in fact get your needs met elsewhere by going out and cheating on me. "You may not know it yet Sara, but you have just ruined our marriage. You have thrown the gorilla out into the middle of our home and now I don't know if it will ever be caged again. You obviously have had thoughts of having sex with other men or you couldn't have come up with your ultimatum so quickly. How do you expect me to trust you now? Have you been having sex all along to "meet your needs" during this whole two years? Damn you Sara, damn you. I don't know what to believe anymore about our marriage. Man, you have just ruined it that is all I can say." Sara said, "Mark, I didn't mean it. I never would have had sex with someone else. Please Mark, I didn't mean it." Mark just looked at her in disgust, "And how am I supposed to really believe anything you say now. You seemed pretty serious a few minutes ago." Mark got up from the kitchen table and headed out the back door into the garage. "I have to have some time to think." The tears started flowing down Sara's face as she lost it. She sat there sobbing because she knew he was right. A seed of doubt had been planted in his mind and it wasn't going to be easy to make it go away. Sometimes things are said without thinking and that is what happened here. Sara just didn't think how it would affect Mark. She was so proud of him for what he had accomplished but she had gotten greedy and wanted more. She thought, "It was for me. He did so much for me already but I was greedy and wanted more and now I am going to have to win back what I have lost." Mark rummaged around out in the garage for about an hour. There wasn't anything in particular that he was doing, just keeping his hands busy while he thought things through. Mark didn't really think his wife had cheated on him over the last two years but he wasn't sure. Earlier in the day he would have been sure but now after her comment he just couldn't be sure anymore. He didn't know either if she would have cheated on him in the future Earlier he would have never believed it but now he wasn't sure anymore. He said out loud, "I need to find out." Mark walked back in the house. Sara was still sitting at the kitchen table looking like hell. Her eyes were red from crying and her nose was red too. Mark noticed and felt bad but he was determined to follow through on what he had decided. "Sara, here is what is going to happen. I am quitting the diet right now. You don't need to worry about cutting me off from sex with you because I am cutting you off. We can have sex the same four times a year that you dictated before if you want. If you want to skip it all together that is fine too, I don't care. You do what you have to do. Let me tell you however that if you choose to have sex with someone other than me you won't like the results when I find out, and I will find out. Your lover will have his balls kicked up into his ass and stomped into pulp. I am sure I will be breaking a few of his ribs and for sure his nose. I am certain that his eyes will be swollen shut before I am done so he won't be looking lovingly on you in the future. And depending on how I am feeling at the time it might even be worse. As for you, if you cheat on me I will kick your ass to the curb so fast you won't know what hit you. You will be a free woman, able to get your "needs met" anytime and anyplace you want. I would never stay married to a cheating whore so make your own bed there sweetheart. "And just so you know I am going to be watching your every move from here on forward. I don't trust you anymore so you had better be really careful in everything you do. You won't be able to be careful enough though to keep me from finding out if you cheat. "I am going out for a while. I won't be home for lunch but I will be here for dinner. If you don't feel like cooking that is ok. We can order a pizza or some Chinese takeout if you don't cook." Mark grabbed his car keys off the counter and walked out the back door into the garage. Moments later Sara heard the garage door open and she heard Mark's car drive away. Sara said out loud, "Oh my God, I can't believe this. How could I be so stupid." She began sobbing again and just sat there wishing she had kept her mouth shut. An hour or so later she got up to go to the bathroom then went and lay on her bed and cried some more. When Mark arrived home later that afternoon he found her in the exact same position. Like so many husbands who suspected his wife of cheating Mark decided to do some detective work on his own. He thought the easiest way to start was to drive to the telephone providers and request a printout of call logs on their home phone and on his wife's cell phone. Both were in his name so he knew he would not be having any trouble getting the reports. The land line phone company told him he could have it electronically and they were able to upload the call logs for the last three years onto a CD for him for a small fee. He gladly paid it and walked out of the office with everything he asked for. Yes, he requested three years because he wanted to be able to go back before he had started the diet to see if there had been any motivation for Sara cutting him off in the first place. Next he went to the cell phone company and requested identical data. They hesitated at first since it was his wife's cell phone number he wanted the data for, but Mark pointed out that indeed it was a joint account with his name prominently on the records so they had no reason to withhold any information he might request. They offered the data electronically as well for a fee of $20. Mark thought it excessive but probably worth the money so he could more easily access the information. He did make a note though that perhaps he would rethink his cell phone provider in the future. Arriving at home around 4:00 PM Mark saw Sara laying on their bed sound asleep. He decided to let her sleep and went back to their home office. Locking the office door so he would not be interrupted he sat down at the computer and downloaded all of the data from the two CD's into a folder in his documents file. He had already formulated how he would conduct his search. He was going to start with two years ago and compile a list of every telephone number called in that first month when he started his diet and when Sara had restricted his sex to four times a year plus rewards for goals achieved. That would have been September of 2008. On their home phone September had 96 calls to 19 different numbers. He found that using the format the phone company had provided for him he could sort the data in a number of different ways so he created a list by number showing the number, the date, the time and the duration of the call. Once he got the system figured out it took him about an hour and a half to create that list for every call made from their home phone in the last two years. He was just about ready to start the same process on Sara's cell phone data when he heard the office door knob rattle. The door was locked so no one could come in so he saved everything he had been doing and stashed away all evidence of what he had been doing. He logged off the computer and went and opened the door to find the most pitiful sight he could imagine. There stood Sara in a seriously disheveled state, hair a mess, eyes and nose red from her crying and sniffling every once in a while. She had her head bent down and only reluctantly looked up and into Mark's eyes. She said, "Mark, I am so sorry for what I have done to you. I know you are hurt and angry with me and I know I was selfish and cruel to do and say what I have to you. Please forgive me. I know you had accomplished wonderful results on your diet and I should have had no say in whether you continued or not. It was for you to decide but I guess I just felt the power of it all and got carried away. Please, please forgive me." Mark replied, "Sara, I forgive you for now but only because I know nothing more. I love you and I lost all of the weight I did for you. I struggled with it for two years and gave up the sex during that time all for you in the first place. I just couldn't do it anymore. Unfortunately, as I said, the gorilla is in the room now and I have to know without a doubt whether or not you are a cheater or it will drive me crazy. So, if you have not cheated on me in the past and do not cheat on me in the future we should be okay. But, I have to know so until I feel confident you are just going to have to deal with it. I didn't create this mess, you did with your quick comment and threat. I can't imagine how you thought I might react to that but obviously you never considered how it would make me feel or how it would damage my trust in you or you wouldn't have said what you did." Sara was hoping Mark would just forgive her and forget what she had said but that was not to be. She thought, "I suppose I deserved everything that was happening to me but I hoped it could all go away." She nodded her head slowly in resigned agreement and turned and walked dejectedly back to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. She lay on her bed again not sobbing but with tears streaking her face. Mark opened the bedroom door and asked, "Sara do you want something to eat?" Sara said, "No Mark, I am not hungry." Mark walked out to his car and drove off again to a place nearby called Grishom's. He and Sara had gone there for drinks many times and their food was excellent. He knew he could have a few beers and a greasy but delicious bacon cheeseburger. In the two years previous he had not had more than two beers in a week's time and not one bacon cheeseburger. Tonight he was going to give in and have what he wanted. He knew that he would never allow himself to get overweight like he had been before but tonight he was going to splurge and enjoy his dinner even though his heart was breaking. It was breaking for his wife because he hated seeing her like she was now but it was also breaking from the hurt and distrust she had laid upon him. When he got home he went back to the office and began working on the call log from Sara's cell phone. Because he already knew the drill it was easier to finish the cell phone list and he was done in half the time. After reviewing the two lists Mark determined that over the course of two years they had 3,482 calls made in total from a total of 45 different telephone numbers. He decided to sort the calls by telephone number and had some surprising results. There were almost 300 calls to his cell phone, about 200 calls to his parents' number and a similar numbers of calls to Sara's parents' number. There were close to that many to each of Sara's sisters and about half that number to his brother John. In addition, there was a scattering of calls to various friends whom Mark recognized the numbers and a few to other numbers he didn't recognize. Going down the list though he discovered that there were over 200 calls to a number he didn't recognize and another 50 plus calls to a second number he didn't recognize. Then he realized there were some calls (30 or more to additional numbers) that were made over the course of two years. He assumed those might be hair salons, stores, church, etc. None of those statistics bothered Mark much so he just noted them and went back to the two major unrecognizable numbers. Being the type of guy Mark was he decided to refine his research a little more and sorted the calls by day and time for those two numbers. The surprising results gave him the chills and almost immediately he was burning up with suspicion and anger. Every Wednesday at 11:00 am Mark went to a staff meeting with his boss and other department heads to a local restaurant with meeting rooms. They met in conference for an hour, took a one hour lunch break and finished their business by 2:30 pm or 3:00 pm without fail. Every week. There was a call to him on his cell phone at 10:55 am every week he worked. Yes there were some weeks that were missed and Mark instantly knew it was when he was on vacation. But, every Wednesday at 10:55 am was the rule. At 11:05 am every Wednesday there was a call made to the first of the two numbers Mark didn't recognize. Oh yeah, he was burning up now. Too much of a coincidence to not be suspicious. He knew at that moment that what he was going to find would not make him too happy. Persevering he looked at the second number and quickly realized that those calls were all placed on Friday at 1:05 pm. One Friday afternoon a month Mark played golf with his brother and each of their best friends. They played 18 holes which took them until about 5:30 pm and stopped in the club house for a couple of drinks before heading home. He was almost always home before 6:30 pm on those Fridays. He would shower and take Sara out to eat. What pissed him off was that Sara always called him just before he teed off to tell him she loved him and that she would be waiting for him when he finished his round and got home. He knew what was going on now but as yet he didn't have visual proof or know with whom she was cheating on him with. The scary part now was that he wondered how long it had gone on and if it just started when Sara cut him off or if it had started sooner. So, he went back the additional year and discovered that the same calls were made once a month for the three months prior to his being cut off. Whatever Sara was doing she was doing it for three months earlier but not as often. All he had to do now was figure out who and then decide what he was going to do about it. He thought finding out who would be easy. He ran a reverse lookup on the first number and discovered that it was a cell phone number and not listed. He ran the reverse lookup on the second number and found that it was listed to a Tony Bertolli. Of course Mark knew exactly who Tony Bertolli was, he was Mark's trainer at the gym. Sara had found him for Mark in the first place. "So, Sara was calling Tony on the Fridays when I golf," Mark thought. He noted the address in his call log spread sheet and decided to go out again for a while. When he got back to Grishom's he sat and had a couple of more beers. When things began to quiet down a bit after the dinner rush Mark asked the rather attractive bartender Brenda if she would do something to help him. He explained a little bit about what happened and told her he just wanted to find out if the first number was Tony's cell phone number. He dialed the number and told Brenda "Just ask to speak with Tony and if it is him just tell him some woman gave you the number as a possible trainer." He told her, "If it is him tell him that if he has openings you will stop and see him at the gym one of these days." Brenda took the phone. "Hello, is this Tony?," she asked. "Oh, my name is Jennifer." "Yes, some woman who came into my hair salon gave me your name as a possible trainer." "No, I didn't know her at all but we were talking about getting in better shape and she gave me your name." Laughingly, "Yes, I am 24, I am 5'6" tall and right now I am a little chunky, I weigh about 130 lbs. I almost feel like you're checking me out over the phone." "I know I could tone up a bit and be happier than I am now if I was at 115 lbs or so but I do look ok, thank you very much." "Do you have any openings?" "Oh, I see, one of your clients has recently decided to call it quits and you have an opening. Great, I will stop in to see you in a couple of days and we can work out what I need to do to get the job done." "Thanks Tony, I will see you soon." Mark was sitting there in amazement at what Brenda just did. She verified that it was Tony from the gym and discovered that indeed he did hit on women that used him for a trainer. She even verified that he had an opening because of a dropout. Mark thought, "That dropout had to be me. Damn, Sara already called Tony to tell him what happened and to warn him to be ultra careful." The funny thing though as he sat there feeling lower than dirt was the humor in what Brenda had said. He didn't know or care how much she actually weighed she was hot just like she was. She didn't need to lose an ounce anywhere. Mark smiled at her and told her she was too funny and that he thought she was perfect the way she was so she better stay away from Tony. He said, "No one could have a more perfect body than you do Brenda." Brenda flashed him the most beautiful smile and said, "Thank you kind sir. Your flattery makes me blush. Honestly Mark, you are such a hunk I can't understand why your wife would have looked elsewhere. Any girl would be lucky to have you as a friend and lover." Mark smiled himself, "Well Brenda, two years ago I wasn't a hunk as you put it, but it still doesn't justify her cheating on me. I thank you for your help and I would love to stay and talk but I think I had better get home. I really appreciate what you have done for me, both to find out the information about Tony and to boost my deflated ego too. Thanks." Mark went home and because it was late he just went to bed. As he crawled into bed he looked across at Sara and was hit with a feeling of loss and disappointment. He didn't think he had ever been this low in his life but he was also certain that before it was all over he would feel even worse. The Rest of the Story Sara had awakened slightly when he crawled in and said, "I love you Mark." Mark just grunted at that and turned away from her and tried to sleep. Of course he couldn't get to sleep right away and just lay there thinking for quite a while. He was certain that he heard a sob or two from Sara but she obviously had calmed down somewhat. In the morning he woke up and Sara was spooned against him. He could feel her breasts pressing into his back and it made his morning wood even stiffer. When she realized that Mark had woken up she reached around him and put her hand on his stiff cock. "Mark, please forgive me for what I said and make love to me with this wonderful cock." Mark knew he was a goner if he stayed in that bed. He never could resist Sara and he just knew that he would give in if he stayed there and she worked her magic on him. His resolve held and he said, "No Sara, I need to get going this morning and there isn't time. Furthermore, I told you that you were cut off and that is how it is going to be so don't try that again." Mark got out of bed, showered and left for work. Sara said to herself, "Mark, I know I deserve this for what I said but it hurts too much." When Mark got to work he mentioned to his boss that he was having a bit of a problem at home. He briefly explained it to his boss and was told to take any time off he needed to follow through on his suspicions. His boss also gave Mark the name of a top notch electronics distributor that could hook him up with some surveillance equipment. He thanked his boss for the concern and help. He told him that he would be taking off after lunch and would be off the rest of the week, Wednesday through Friday. His boss smiled at him because he knew exactly what Mark was going to do and he wished him good luck. Mark went to the electronics distributor's location and found out that his boss had called ahead and told them to take care of him with whatever he needed. He didn't think he could handle any visual evidence but doing some recording was something he could handle. He got three top of the line bugs with battery life sufficient to transmit many hours of activity to a receiver within a couple of city blocks when the operator downloaded the data. When Mark got home his dinner was on the table and it was something special, his favorite, lasagna with garlic bread and sweet green peas. He thanked Sara for the wonderful meal and excused himself to go and watch some television. Sara cleaned up the kitchen and joined him in the TV room but she was smart enough to not push in too close to him. At bedtime Sara headed to their bedroom and Mark took the opportunity to plant one of the bugs inside their home phone. It would give him a full record of every conversation had on that phone. Both parties in the conversation would be heard. He was a bit nervous about trying to get the bug into Sara's cell phone but figured what the hell, just do it and don't worry about it. It was only a few minutes and he was done. Now he knew he had a source of information from either phone. The tough part was going to be getting a bug into Tony's phone. Mark probably didn't need to hear any of Tony's conversations with Sara because he already had her phones bugged but in case she was smart enough to not use her own and went to a pay phone or something he thought he would try to bug Tony's phone. Mark remembered that Tony worked with this well built blond woman on Wednesday mornings and usually hovered over her like a hawk the whole time she was in the gym. "That son of a bitch was getting himself all worked up over that blond then sneaking off to fuck my wife," Mark thought. "I need to get a bug on his phone and that is just the time I will be able to sneak in there and do it. He will have his nose so far up her crotch he won't recognize anything else for an hour." He went to the gym and saw Tony's phone sitting on his towel about ten feet from where Tony was sniffing the blond. He knew it would be risky to get the phone but again he said, "What the hell do I have to lose?" He snuck in and slipped the phone in his pocket and backed out of the gym and went into the men's room. There he was able to easily insert the bug in Tony's phone. The tricky part was going to be getting the phone back on the towel. When he got back to the gym he could see that Tony was starting to wrap it up with the blond. He knew that he would never make it to the towel and back without being spotted. "Damn," he thought, "How am I going to do this?" After a few seconds he decided to just try to slide the phone across the floor to the towel and hope he got it close enough so Tony wouldn't be suspicious. It was all a bit of a risk but he took it and slid the phone. It made some noise but Tony was so engrossed in the blond that he never noticed. Luckily he slid it hard enough so that it got all the way to the towel and in fact it hit the towel hard enough that the leading edge slid under. It was perfect. Mark thought there was no way Tony could be suspicious now so he backed out of the gym and got out of there as quickly as he could. At precisely 10:55 am his cell phone rang. It was Sara. She told him she just wanted to touch bases with him before he went into his meeting. Of course Mark never told her he was off from work the rest of the week and certainly not that he was skipping the meeting. After about ten minutes Mark started to monitor the bugs using the receiver from his car. Tony's phone rang and he picked up quickly. Tony said, "Hi Sara, how you doing baby? Do you want to meet me at my house like usual? I thought you were going to be more careful since Mark was suspicious." Sara said, "I do need to be more careful Tony because Mark is really suspicious now. I think we are going to have to quit meeting at least for a while. If he finds out about us he is going to kill you and throw me out. I can't afford to have that happen Tony. I love having sex with you but I love Mark and don't want to lose him." Tony grumbled, "But how can you give up my great cock Sara? I know you love it and have enjoyed it all this time. It is why you cut him off in the first place so you could enjoy it more with me so how can you give it up?" Mark groaned as he heard Sara's response, "You are right, the first time you fucked me I knew I would do anything to have you more. For those first three months it wasn't enough so I did cut Mark off and come to you more. I do love your cock and how you fuck me but I can't take the chance right now. Maybe in a few weeks things will settle down and we can resume our weekly fuck fest. But until then you will have to fuck one of your other girlfriends." Tony responded, "Ah Sara, don't be jealous of my other girlfriends. I have never let them get in the way of our weekly fun have I? Do you think we can still get together on the Fridays that he goes golfing?" She said, "I am not jealous, I know you need more than I give you so I haven't cared what you do when I am not with you. Besides I do fuck Mark on those special days and you have never complained. I will have to think about the Fridays a bit. Maybe that will work out. I will let you know if I think I can pull it off." Mark had heard enough. It made him sick to his stomach but it also angered him to the point that he knew he was going to get his revenge. That bitch had been fucking Tony since before he went on the diet and she even used the diet to cut him off so her times with Tony would be more exciting for her. She had been fucking him every Wednesday and on the Fridays once a month when he golfed. She probably had fucked him more than a hundred times in the last two and a half years. How could she say she loved him when she could so easily go out and do what she had? He even wondered now if there had been others she fucked. It really didn't matter anymore because Tony alone was enough to end their marriage. He would get his revenge on both of them. Over the next two days Mark made his plans and made a few contacts to make sure the ball was rolling good in his court by the weekend. He monitored the phone taps both days. Sara had called her beautician Thursday morning to set up an appointment for Friday morning. It was a very interesting conversation. "Jeanine, I need a killer new hair style. I want something youngish looking and very sexy." "Why Sara?, you going after another man?" "No, just trying to keep the one I have. Mark is suspicious about me cheating and I need to get him thinking with his cock again instead of with his head. I am going to buy some hot new lingerie too and see if I can totally distract him so his suspicions go away." "So, what are you going to do about Tony? You can't seriously give up that great cock you have been telling me about." "Well, I might not give it up totally, but I will for a while anyway and then maybe not quite as often as it has been." They both laughed and the rest of their conversation was of no consequence. Mark of course was devastated by all he heard but by this time his anger was driving him and the hurt was buried deep down inside. Tony had called her on Friday when she hadn't called him. "Well babe, you still want to hold off for a while or do you want a taste of this stiff cock I have?" "Tony, I want it bad but I just can't take the risk of getting together with you for a while. Please be patient and I promise we will get back together as soon as Mark gets off this kick." With every conversation Mark's heart broke more. He couldn't comprehend how there could be any love in this relationship with Sara. It was all selfishness on her part and no concern for him and certainly no respect. He wondered where things had gone wrong. Well, his plans were in place and he would get his revenge. Saturday after lunch the doorbell rang and Sara went to answer it. There was a beautiful girl standing there in a cover up outfit and carrying a small bag. "Hi Sara, I am Brenda a friend of Marks. He mentioned that it would be okay for me to spend a little time by your pool today. I hope I am not inconveniencing you but I really would like to work on my tan." Sara was at a loss for words but said, "Sure, come on in and I will show you out to the pool." Brenda noticed that Sara wasn't smiling though and a slight smile slipped onto her own face. Sally and Linda rang the doorbell together a short time later. Sally told Sara that she has worked with Mark for a few years and Linda told her that she had waited on them as a couple and on Mark alone at Grishom's. They both told Sara that Mark had invited them to come and use the pool for the afternoon. They were both very attractive women and Sara began to wonder just what was up. She felt a chill go through her a couple of times as she thought about possibilities. All three beauties staked out a chaise lounge and started to spread suntan lotion on themselves. It didn't take them long to agree to do each other so as to not miss any spots. Once they were well oiled up they lay on the chaises and started to soak in some sun. A short time later they decided that an all over tan would be better and each untied the string on their bikini tops and dropped them on the towel beside the lounge. Sara was pissed and really wanted to tell them all to please leave but since Mark had invited them she knew she had to tread lightly because she was already on thin ice with him so she said nothing. At 3:30 pm Brenda walked over to Sara and sat down in the chair opposite her. "Sara, I have to tell you something. I am a bartender at Grishom's and when you dropped your ultimatum on Mark he stopped in for a few bears that night and frankly he told me everything that had been going on with you two." Sara looked startled but Brenda continued, "I think you made a big mistake Sara and I for the life of me don't understand how you could do what you did. Mark is suspicious of you now and doing a lot of digging to find out exactly what has happened. I think it only fair to warn you that Mark told Sally, Linda and me that if he discovers you cheated on him in the past or cheat on him in the future he is going to start fucking all of us for each time you cheated." Sara's mouth dropped open and she started to say something but Brenda cut her off. "He also told us that he is going to have some questions for you and if you lie to him he is also going to be fucking one of us each time you lie. We all think Mark is quite a hunk and would love to have him between our legs feeding us his hot cock so we are just waiting in the wings to see what happens." Brenda knew that Mark was going to fuck her because she knew already that Sara cheated many times and she knew with whom too. She also knew Sara would have to lie hoping to keep her cheating a secret so Mark was going to be a busy boy satisfying the three women. Sally also walked over and sat down. "I have known Mark for several years and always thought he was handsome and sweet. I know he had gained too much weight but underneath was still the sweet guy he always had been and I had a huge crush on him. I still do have a crush but now there is even more. He is an absolute hunk since he lost the excess weight and I know you two are having some trouble. I just want you to know that I never made a move on him before, but I am now. He can have me anytime he wants Sara." Of course Linda was not to be left out. "I had my eye on the two of you for a couple of years and I always noticed how much he showed his love for you. I saw how he doted on you and that he was always kind and considerate of you. Many times I thought how lucky you were to have such a man and I wished I could be so lucky one day. In fact I fantasized that it was me that Mark was with. The guy lost 118 pounds to make you happy and became a hunk in the process and you do to him what you did? I know I would do almost anything to have a man like him in my bed so be prepared." Moments later at precisely 4:00 pm as Mark had planned with the three women beforehand he walked out through the patio doors onto the pool deck and smiled as he saw the four women there. "Hi Sara, I see you have met my three friends and I also see they have gotten some work in on their tans. I have to say this is the first time I have seen any of these beautiful breasts though and I am pleasantly surprised. Ladies I am afraid you are going to give me a hard time. Sara, how come you don't have your top off? Don't you want to compete for my attention?" Sara was terribly upset with the events of the afternoon but realized that she had better play along. She reluctantly untied her top and sluffed it off. Her nipples hardened immediately with the naughtiness of baring her breasts in front of the other women. She also noticed that each of the other women's nipples were hardened too and that only happened after Mark had come in. Mark said, "Sara, I have a couple of questions for you and it is imperative that you answer them honestly. "At any time during our marriage have you cheated on me?" Sara answered, "No, never Mark." Mark continued, "Sara, you are telling me that you have never cheated on me with Tony from the gym?" Sara again answered, "No Mark, I have never cheated on you with Tony or anyone else. Where did you get such an idea?" Once again Mark continued, "So Sara, you are telling me that you never cheated on me with Tony almost every Wednesday for more than two years and on the Friday afternoons I played golf with my brother and our friends?" Sara was shocked that Mark knew so much about her affair with Tony but knew her only hope was to stick to her story in hopes that he didn't have any real evidence so she replied, "No Mark, I don't know what you are talking about." All the while each of the girls, Brenda, Sally and Linda sat there with the huge grins on their faces growing brighter with every answer Sara gave Mark. They knew very well what was about to happen soon. Mark said, "Well Sara it seems that you are not only a cheater but also a liar. You know you have been fucking Tony almost every Wednesday from 11:00 am until whenever and I know it. I got a copy of your phone logs from both the land line and your cell phone and I saw every call you made to me at 10:55 am immediately followed by a call to Tony's cell phone at 11:00 am. I know it was Tony's phone because I had Brenda call the number and she was able to verify that it was Tony. "I have no pictures of you two together because I didn't want to see that for the rest of my life. But Sara, I know in my heart that a call to him every week wasn't innocent so I don't need pictures. You are the only one who knows what happened but I am convinced regardless." Sara was in shock and it finally hit her hard that Mark knew everything and she was in for a lot of hard times in their relationship. She started to say something to Mark and he stopped her. "Sara, there is really not much to be said and nothing that would convince me that you have not been cheating on me. You know how much I love you but right now my hurt, disgust and anger are so much stronger than my love for you. "I brought these three lovely ladies here today so you could see them in all their glory. I want to tell you a bit about each one of them too. Sally, she has been an associate of mine at work for several years. She is such a beautiful girl and sweet as they come. We have worked well together all these years and I have known for a long time that she had a crush on me and as I got more buff I saw changes in her that led me to believe she felt even more than a crush. I never came on to her and I know that even made her more attracted to me. Believe me Sally, I am very attracted to you as well but never acted on that because I was married and loved my wife dearly." Sally smiled knowing that she and Mark were truly friends and both enjoyed spending time together. "Linda I have known for a much shorter time. As I know she told you, we only met when you and I would go to Grishom's together and she would wait on us. I could tell she enjoyed seeing us together and only recently did I know she fantasized about being with me instead of you being with me. She is a lovely girl and I am flattered that she thinks that highly of me. The one thing I have to say further is 'Doesn't she have the most fantastic tits you have ever seen?' I don't know if I have ever seen a more perfect pair of tits. I assure you I am going to enjoy fondling and sucking on them. "I have known Brenda the least amount of time of any of these three ladies. I have seen her at Grishom's for a while but never really had the chance to talk to her until you dropped your bomb on me. That night Brenda was a classic bartender and listened to my tale of woe like all bartenders do. But, there was more, I could see the compassion in her eyes, I saw pain on her face as I revealed my pain and I saw anger that a woman could do what you did to the man who loved her. In a very short time there was a connection with Brenda and in fact she helped me find out things I couldn't have gotten on my own." By this time Sara was on the verge of a total breakdown. Tears leaked from her eyes and her chest rose and fell quite rapidly with her exaggerated breathing. She had so much she wanted to tell Mark but the words just wouldn't come and she said nothing. "I must say that I am really going to enjoy having sex with these three beautiful women, making love to them and yes fucking them in every possible way. I am in awe that they have all shown an interest in me and want to be with me. I am in for one hell of a ride don't you think Sara? "But Sara, I promised you that I would not be unfaithful to you in our marriage. How am I going to fuck these hot women if I am still married to you? I can't break my promise. I am not built that way. So, the only way is to not be married to you any longer." The Rest of the Story Brenda reached into her bag and pulled out divorce papers. "Sara, I am a bartender at night but I also have a day job. I am a process server. 'You have been served.' I admit it is the only time I have ever served anyone while topless though." She couldn't help herself and she giggled with that comment. Sara couldn't hold on to her emotions anymore and burst into tears. "Oh Mark, please don't do this. I am so sorry! So, so sorry I have hurt you. I will do anything to make it up to you! I love you and want to be with only you." "Sara," Mark said, "I am having a hard time believing that you really love me given what you have been doing for over two years. It wasn't a couple of times Sara. I am sure it has been more than one hundred times you cheated with Tony. And, I am not sure if there were others or not but I assure you it really makes no difference to me if there were. "The court hearing is scheduled for next week Friday and after we are legally separated I am going to start seeing each of these ladies. Maybe after a while I will be so engrossed in the enjoyment and sensuality of banging each of them that I will be able to forgive you for what you have done with Tony. Maybe I will even understand the pleasures that you apparently got from your illicit affair. "Maybe a lasting relationship will develop with one of these ladies and I will find the love and support I thought I had with you. If that happens perhaps I will be able to stop loving you and over time perhaps I can forget you. I hope so Sara, I really do." Mark told the ladies it was time for them to leave and that he would call each of them. He went into the house to pack a few things to hold him over while he stayed at a hotel until Friday when either he or Sara would officially move out. Unable to do anything coherent Sara just continued to sit beside the pool crying softly now. Mark walked out of the patio doors and set his suitcases down then walked over to Sara. She didn't know what more there was for him to say but it became clear in an instant. "Sara, remember what I told you would happen to your lover? It just so happens that yesterday when you apparently cancelled out on Tony he decided to go for the big busted blond that he works with every Wednesday morning from 9:30 am to 10:30 am. Yes, she was his warm up girl for you Sara. It is what got him hot before the two of you got together. He always had his nose so far up her crotch that by the time he got to you he was really ready to go. I can only imagine how Brenda, Sally and Linda will get me worked up. I hope it makes me a sexual dynamo for them. "And by the way the blond was Gina Margarella the wife of Geno Margarella. It seems that Geno took exception to Tony banging his wife and he and a couple of his goons worked Tony over pretty good. I think his face is a mess, a few teeth still remain but not many and a few of his ribs are broken too. And Geno was so appreciative that I filled him in on what was going on that he allowed me to be the one to kick Tony's balls up into his body. I think he won't be producing any more of the hot semen that you so loved to suck out of him. In fact I would be surprised if he ever was able to have sex again. "And never fear Sara, I of course will deny having any involvement in what happened to Tony and of course Friday was my golf day and my brother and friends will be a perfect alibi. "Have a great life Sara, I will see you in court next Friday." The Rest of the Story Kicking the pillows away from the top of the bed, Palin braced her bare feet flush against the headboard. Taking her sweaty and crumpled tee-shirt and pulling it over her head, Palin tossed it aside before balancing herself on her knees and elbows. My eyes fizzing like neon orbs as the Governor seemingly stared straight into the disguised lens of the camera, I could see a wanton tint of psychotic glee in her gaze as she hurled her rear end backwards. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHH," I was sure she screamed when the folded arch of the dildo collided with the unforgiving headboard, forcing each embedded end deeper into her ass and cunt. Like a fully loaded train churning up a hill, Palin slowly rocked her hips backwards against the headboard until her jerry-rigged double penetration was causing her spine to twist with each reverse thrust. As much as I wanted to get a good look at the twin fists of the dildo plunging into Palin from behind, the chance to see the expression on her face, along with the way her heavy tits jiggled just above the sheets was a transcendent sight. Digging her well manicured fingers into the bunched up blanket at the foot of the bed, the spastic woman methodically humped her backside against the sturdy and polished hardwood until the entire bed was shaking like an earthquake had hit the city. Growing lightheaded from the obscenely glorious image before me, I hit the slow motion button and spent the next couple of seconds visually absorbing the straining tide of joy cresting through the woman's pretty face. Eventually hitting the play button once again, I sat back and watched nature take its lurid course. It took several minutes, but the pace of Palin's efforts grew from slow and cautious to down right ferocious before my eyes. Her fingernails now digging roughly at the bedding below, Sarah Palin's head bounced up and down as a slick sheen of sweat glistened on her naked back. Repeatedly grinding her asscheeks against the smoothness of the headboard, it was painfully obvious she'd impaled every millimeter of the dildo she could inside her. Wrapping her left hand tightly around the back of her head as if the voices in her head were screaming at full pitch, Palin snaked her right beneath her torso and fondled her own swinging breasts as she ruthlessly drove herself over the edge. Maybe it was for the best there was no sound on the tape. God knows someone might have been scarred for life if they'd heard Sarah Palin's screeching accent at that high of a volume, but you could see from the intensity that her veins flared in her neck just how much volcanic strain her body was enduring. Manically rocking on her knees as if some sort of invisible beast had mounted her, I watched as Palin tore at the sheets with both clenched fists before finally burying her face in the blanket, presumably not to startle the agents that were surely stationed outside the room with her screams of release. I felt my own heart swoon when Palin eventually collapsed face first on the bed. "Timber," I mumbled under my breath as she came to rest on her stomach. Laying there motionless, her extremities pointed out like the four hands of a weathervane, I couldn't help but survey the carnal wreckage. The one thing that will permanently stay with me was how the dildo was still buried deep like a stake inside her beautifully round, snow white ass as she desperately tried catching her breath. Reaching backwards once she'd mustered the energy, Palin carefully tugged the device from her rectum, her face grimacing in the process before she tossed the greasy and still half bent cylinder in the direction of her overnight bag. ___________________________ There were nearly 40 minutes of solid gold on that disk I thought I'd have to keep for my own personal viewing pleasure until the day I died. Sadly, that was just another, 'not so fast my friend' assumption. As I mentioned earlier, I've never handled prosperity very well, especially when it came to my little problem with gambling. The first part of the Fall of '08 had been the best few months of my life. Between making the Palin tape and getting a promotion in part for how well I handled my end of the arrangements for the candidate's visit (How's that for irony), my beloved Jets had also started the season 8-3 with much of the success linked to the addition of Brett Favre coming out of retirement. I almost cringe in admitting I was up five digits after the first three months of the season. I should have quit while I was ahead, but where's the fun in that. Despite an arm injury that Favre shouldn't have been playing with in the first place, the old gunslinger decided he was gonna keep playing and with each interception and under thrown ball he throw, the profit I'd made continued to dwindle. Each week I thought, "Hey the guy's a Hall of Famer, he has to play better this week," but the worse things got. By the end of Week 17 the five digit profit had become a five digit hole, and I was seriously considering a permanent trip to the coldest reaches of Canada. Before I could purchase a couple of mushing dogs and buy my sled however, my bookie's 'collection guys' made a housecall. Needless to say they weren't going to be satisfied with the $87 I had in my pocket or my modest collection of baseball cards I'd saved when I was a kid. Never one to collect a lot of gold or jewelry, there wasn't a lot of stuff to my name to put a dent into the debt I owed. It was then I asked if they'd be interested in some of the secret recordings I'd made of some of the anonymous women I'd taped in the hotel over the past year or so. Other than calling me a 'sick perv', among other things, and saying that type of stuff was a dime a dozen on the internet, they pretty much showed no interest. Playing that card with no success and knowing hemming and hawing wasn't going to get me very far, I dejectedly played the only Ace I had left. Telling the two thugs I had something else on tape that would perhaps be worth all the money I owed plus interest, I insisted on meeting with someone a little higher up the food chain just to make my pitch. As much as I wanted to keep the tape, and God knows why I didn't think to make a copy, I thought the ability to walk or wipe my own ass for the immediate future was more important than seeing Sarah Palin ram a dildo up her ass anytime I wanted. Thankfully the person they answered to showed some interest and after a few phone calls, they set up a meeting. _____________________________ It unnerved me just how quickly they traded the tape in exchange for erasing my gambling debt. Despite the immediate relief I felt for my own safety, it gnawed at me knowing the recording was apparently worth so much more than my admittedly ample losses. But what was done, was done. Like I mentioned earlier, that all happened last last year ( '08). For several months I laid awake every night wondering where the tape was, and how many eyes might have viewed it. Like most things though, the pain of the memory gradually started to fade and I'd almost put the tape to the back burner of my mind when the news broke over the Summer that Sarah Palin was stepping down from her job as Alaska's Governor. Considering the gibberish she repeatedly used in explaining her reasons for quitting, it was apparent she was relinquishing her position for reasons well beyond the ones she attempted to offer. Whether it was for financial or political gain, it was clear to me whoever's hands that hotel recording eventually wound up in had used it as blackmail. I can go to my grave now safe in the knowledge my perversions in some small way altered the course of American History. And as Paul Harvey would say...... THE END