12 comments/ 219420 views/ 48 favorites CvsN 03: A Tangled Web By: Tx Tall Tales This is a continuation of the story started in Convenience vs. Need and continued in CvsN: Celebration. If you haven’t read those first, you might enjoy this one better if you did. * * * * Ok, ask yourself what you would do? You're single, two years out of college, got a good job, a fairly healthy bank account, and are about to embark on purchasing your first home - a fixer-upper. Two attractive young ladies offer you a deal - live together, share expenses, share beds. They're both single moms, from 3 to 7 years older than you are. Oh yeah, did I mention one was so hot, the ground scorches whenever she walks by? Well, what would you do? I know what I did... * * * * During the two weeks following that first weekend, we started to settle into a groove. I got permission to start work on the house early, Debbie quit her job, and Karen laid down the law: no hanky-panky until we were all living together. I'd tried arguing, but in the end she won out. With twenty-twenty hindsight, I realized I should have worked out the details of our 'arrangement' before committing to buying the house. I'd lost all my leverage. Hell, I wasn't even getting the hand-jobs I'd been getting before the deal. It might have been great incentive to get things done, but at the time I just thought it was damn mean. I gave my landlord notice. I was responsible for the next month as well, but I was told that if the place were rented out, I wouldn't have to pay for it. Within three days, the place was off the market. I now needed to get the roof work on the new house completed, or face the prospect of living in the house, but from within a tent. It was no turning back for all of us. Three adults, two small children, and one very dilapidated home for our combined residence. In one way I was lucky. As a single guy, with time on his hands, I'd always been available to help others in my office when needed. I helped building decks, moving people, even raising a new garage. So I had a lot of goodwill built up among my buddies, and it was time to take advantage of that. Two friends in particular I would be depending on heavily. Joe was a good friend who I'd know for years. I'd helped Joe build his deck and raise his garage. We'd been friends for years and I knew he would be willing to help me. He also had a secondary advantage; he was one of 8 brothers, no sisters. I was on two softball teams with him, one men's modified fast pitch, and one co-ed. His brothers, their wives, and his father, were all members of the team; there were only three guys and two girls on these teams that weren't family members. We partied a lot together, and I had helped pour a patio for his parents, and helped a brother move, and another build a deck. His family was a gold mine of help. Two brothers and the father ran a plumbing business, and another brother was in construction as a finish carpenter. Joe had known of my plans to fix the house, and his entire family had offered up their services where possible. They were really great people, and I loved them like my own family. I was a little concerned about how they'd take the living arrangements. Joe's wife Cathy had a very possessive attitude towards me, and had tried to be a matchmaker for me twice. She had set me up with the girl I was currently dating, a sweet young thing named Beth, barely out of high school, who worked in day-care. She was on our softball team as well. My other key resource was Jim. Jim was an electrical engineer in the office, and had gotten his professional electrician’s license when remodeling his own home. I'd helped when he'd converted his carport into a third bedroom and bathroom, and got my first taste of running a backhoe when we tore up the carport foundation before we poured the new one. Two weeks after I'd first decided to go ahead with this plan, things were starting to come together. * * * * I had moved the settlement up to Friday. I would take a little extra hit on the end of month interest, but it looked like I had a full team available to help me that weekend, and I wasn't about to put that much work into a place I didn't own. Things went pretty smoothly, and I bitched and moaned about some problems that hadn't been disclosed, and over the fact that some work that was supposed to be done never got completed, and managed to get out with a little more cash than I'd expected. My bank account was dwindling rapidly, but the return of my deposit and last months rent on my apartment helped a little. Karen had offered to donate her rental deposit when it was returned, but I insisted she keep that for outfitting her rooms and her own expenses. * * * * I woke up Saturday, alone as usual. I'd taken Beth out the night before. She was a very sweet and innocent girl, but her pants might as well have been made of titanium. After nearly six weeks, we still only went out infrequently, for a movie or dinner, or to an amusement park once, but necking was as far as she'd go. I was amazed I'd finally gotten my hand in her shirt. Between Beth's indomitable will, and Karen's resolve I was going crazy. I arrived at the house early, for me, which means only about 45 minutes late. It was a maelstrom of activity. People had been there since dawn. There were at least half-a-dozen guys already at work tearing out the insides of the house and ripping off the old roof. Everything looked like it was going great until my heart stopped. Under the carport, the girls were setting up tables on sawhorses, and portable picnic tables. There were coolers everywhere, and a variety of breakfast foods scattered around. And girls there were aplenty. Debbie and Karen were there of course, as was Cathy who was trying to take control of the situation. Also present was Joe's mother, one of his sisters, and the lovely Beth. I hadn't expected all these women to be there. I hadn't invited any of them. Karen and Debbie I'd expected of course, but I'd forgotten to take Cathy into account. Cathy, though, couldn't stand the idea of all of those men out there, trying to fend for themselves. So she'd set up the onsite support kitchen. And invited Beth, thinking to surprise me. She'd succeeded nicely. To make things worse, both Beth and Debbie had come dressed to tease. If I hadn't known better, I might almost think they'd coordinated their outfits. Both were wearing small, tight cutoff denim shorts, and tight plain t-shirts, Debbie in pink, Beth in white. The view was exquisite, tempting, and very distracting. As if that wasn't enough, there were also five little girls running around, all between the ages of 5 and 7. I headed for the carport, determined to find out how much trouble I was in, and looking to get in some damage control. "JACK, GET YOUR LAZY SLACKIN’ ASS UP HERE AND MAKE A DECISION!" Joe called to me from the second floor, his head sticking out through the slanted roof. With a hesitant glance back to 'women's country', I headed for the front door, where I met Joe on his way down to intercept me. "Damn, man! You've opened up a can of worms," Joe advised me, with a laugh in his voice and a shake of his head. "I can guess. What's going on?" I was desperate for any kind of information that might tell me how bad things had gotten already. "You are on Cathy's shit list, buddy. I doubt she'll talk to you for a while. What's the deal with Karen and her friend?" "They're going to live here with me. We're going to finish out the top level, and the women and their kids will share it. I'll get the master-bedroom on the main floor." We weren't alone in our discussion any more; Jim and one of Joe’s brothers had gathered around to get some of the details, and more were approaching. "Well, that's not the way Karen's telling it. She's let it out that you are dating her and Debbie. She's let Cathy know that this is her house, and they'll be doing things her way. And of course Beth is still in shock." Jim couldn't help chiming in. "You should have seen when Karen said the important thing was to get the roof up and the main floor done, so the kids could sleep in the living room, and the adults could share the bedroom. I thought Cathy would go into convulsions." "And mom is still mumbling to herself, but I think she's mostly just laughing," Rob, Joe's oldest brother added. “Damn, that Debbie is one hot looking babe. How does an asshole like you merit something like that?” This from Eric, the latest brother to approach the discussion. "Well, I better go out there and see what I can do..." I started to say. "Son, you're going to go upstairs and rip off the roof, because that's the farthest we can get you away from them." Bob, Joe's father informed me. "And then, you're going to tell us a little more of what you have going on here, you little devil." He was grinning broadly, and guiding me upstairs with an arm around my shoulders. The laughs and slaps on the back let me know that I had at least half the crowd here backing me to the hilt. Give the guys credit. They could work hard, and listen to my tangled tale at the same time. Of course a gentleman is discreet, but hell, are there any real gentlemen around anymore? I explained the premise, Karen and I working, while Debbie was the stay-at-home mom. I couldn't afford the place on my own, with the heavy expense of getting in, and the rent from Karen was going to help. I explained the girls being in a bit of a pickle, and needing a place to stay. Of course that didn't cover the adults sharing the bedroom, and before long I was recounting the entire original deal, including some sketchy details about that first weekend. There was a lot of laughing, taunting, and cheering going on up there, and every time I looked down, I could swear the expressions on Karen's face was getting more and more smug, and Cathy was just getting redder and redder. The strangest part had to be watching Debbie and Beth gravitate towards each other, both in way over their heads, and looking to stay out of the limelight. We'd finished ripping off the old roofing, and were gutting the upstairs when Joe's mom came upstairs to let us know lunch was served. She approached me with some advice. "Jack, you've really stirred up a hornet's nest. My advice to you is to avoid any conversation downstairs, and to take no sides. The girls will eventually work this mess out on their own, and then we'll figure out just where you stand. In the mean time, if I were you, I'd keep a looooow profile. You little devil." Although her voice was stern, her grin was wicked, and might I have been mistaken, or was there a glint of laughter in those eyes? Lunch was an awkward affair. The house was discussed in detail, but no mention was made of the anticipated living situation. Cathy never sat down, and anytime I got within ten feet of her, she'd turn her back to me and walk away. Karen played hostess and chattered aimlessly, while Beth and Debbie worked together to get the kids fed, again staying well to the side and out of the center of attention. Joe's mom and his sister MaryAnn helped with the serving and discussed where the best places were to get all the things the house would need like furniture, drapes, appliances. They were planning on hardwood floors in the living room. Taking mom's advice, I let them outfit my house and kept under the radar. After lunch, the group broke up somewhat, and we worked in different areas of the house. I breathed a sigh of relief that I'd made it through the first potential land-mine field with my skin intact. "Jack?" A dulcet voice stopped me in my tracks, and my breath caught. Perhaps I was celebrating my escape a little too early. I turned to find Beth beside me, very close, with Debbie one step behind her. "What can I do for you lovely ladies?" I asked, trying to appear harmless - still in my low profile mode. Debbie answered for the two of them. "Beth and I thought we’d clear out that back building, so we can use it to store our stuff overnight. Can you let us in back there? And help us determine what stays and goes?" Whew. "Of course, it would be my pleasure." I excused myself from my fellow workers, and headed to the back with the girls. There were combination locks on the garage doors, and I had a key for the door into the office. I gave Debbie the key to the office, while I showed Beth the combination. When Debbie had unlocked the door, and gone inside, Beth turned to me and threw herself against me, kissing me passionately. She caught me totally unprepared. She pressed herself tightly against me, and a few moments later broke free, and turned to the lock as if nothing had happened. I'm not rightly sure I knew what was happening, but damn that was a nice kiss! Give me some credit. I had the good sense to shut my mouth. I unlocked the door, and showed Beth that the garage area was pretty clean. Just some mystery boxes to one side, and stacks of paint cans and wood remnants on the other. "I don't know what's in the boxes, but the cans and wood can all be tossed." I told her. I turned to face her, and found her inches away from me. Her eyes were seething. She grabbed my sweaty shirt collar and pulled me face down where she kissed me deeply, then bit me on the lip. Hard. Hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. "You better think about what you want, Jack." With those ominous words she turned away from me, and started gathering up half-empty cans and carrying them outside. Shaking my head, I turned to the door that went from the office into the garage. It was still locked. I rattled the handle. Debbie's muffled voice from the other side was barely intelligible. "It's stuck." I walked back outside, and entered the office from the front. This room was in a lot worse shape. It contained a broken down table, some crummy stacked chairs, and a variety of boxes and moldy books and papers on the shelves. Debbie had cleared a path to the inside door, and was tugging at it ineffectively. "Let me help you." I reached past her and grabbed the door handle. It was really stuck. I pulled harder, then gave it a really hard pull, and found myself on the floor, with a broken door handle in my hand. "Are you ok?" Debbie bent over me, with a genuine look of concern in her eyes. Then she was leaning over me, hugging me desperately. When I took her in my arms, she broke down, sobbing, face buried in my chest. I felt like the perfect cad. I also was completely confused yet again. It seemed like that was a constant problem for me; maybe I had gotten in over my head. "Baby, don't cry. Everything's going great, don't worry." I tried to comfort her, stroking her hair, and rocking her in my arms. It was a little awkward, doing this from the ground, with my head still ringing from where I'd hit the concrete. "I'm sorry,” she sniffed. “But she's so pretty, and you're not going to want someone with the baggage I have." I had difficulty making out some of the words between the sniffing and sobs, but the message was clear. "Debbie. Listen. Whatever else happens, I'm not going to throw you out on the street. You and Karen have a place for as long as you need. If I decide to pursue any other relationships, they'll have to understand that." I was trying for reassuring, but one of my ‘reassuring’ hands had wandered down to her sweet ass, and was pursuing a different message. Her sobs were coming less frequently now. "And believe me, baggage or not, I want you very much." I tried to convince her. "How could you possible want me?" She asked, in all seriousness. Placing her hand on the lump in my pants, I responded, "How could you doubt me?" Debbie surprised me then. A big surprise in a day that was full of surprises. She stood up, and as I tried to stand, she wiggled out of her shorts and bent over the table. "I'm yours." The words were barely more than a whisper, and so wrought with emotion, I didn't know what to do. I could feel the anticipated rejection, hanging between us, and could see she was almost shaking. Ok. So maybe I'm stupid. With all the people around, and all the trouble already, maybe I should have played it safe. Instead, I bent over and kissed those full, soft cheeks. I pressed my lips against the small of her back. I opened my pants and stuck my stiff cock inside that tempting little target which I had been fantasizing over every night for the last two weeks. In my current overheated state I would be lucky to last two minutes. Squeezing her ass cheeks, and grasping her hips, I gave that sweet twat a savage pounding. I was happily plugging away, when a shadow crossed the target of my lust, and I looked up to find Beth standing in the doorway. "Shit," I thought to myself, "well, I didn't really expect that relationship to last this weekend anyway." I smiled sheepishly, and slowed down my pace a bit, but continued to screw Debbie. Beth just watched us for a moment, then turned and walked away. I had a sneaky suspicion that wouldn't be the last I heard of that. Once Beth had left, I renewed my efforts with Debbie. The imprint of my hands where I grasped her ass stood out in bright red contrast against the paleness of her cheeks and the tanned skin above and below. Even this redness seemed a cruel abomination, and I massaged her butt where I had squeezed it too tight. I pulled out and pulled her upright, and swept my arm across the desk, clearing everything from atop it. I escorted Debbie around to the other side of the desk and had her lay back down. Her head was a little higher then her ass and she had a tendency to slide down the surface. Pulling her to the edge, I lifted her delicate legs over my shoulders, unable to resist kissing and licking her instep and ankles. I guided my cock back to her pussy, her smooth shaven skin, making her wet readiness all the more apparent. I reentered her with a single full stroke, meeting with little resistance. I then proceeded to screw her. Looking down at her, watching her watch me, seeing the effect each thrust had - pushing her up the table, shaking her breasts within their stretched constraint; the excitement was almost unbearable. Feeling my release impending, I reached out and stroked her cheek, holding my body still, using just my hips to work myself in and out of her tight confines. I pulled her legs in line, holding the knees together and a little to one side and with a few last strokes brought myself to the verge of completion. Thrusting one last time, deeply, I came. It was so wonderful, emptying my load in that sweet girl, feeling the cum surge forth from deep in my balls, bursting forth to fill her. I released her legs, letting them wrap about me. Debbie leaned forward, her legs holding me tight, still impaled on my rod. She clung to my chest, holding me desperately, clinging with arms and legs. I turned her face upright, stealing a kiss, and thanking her. She finally disentangled herself, retrieved her panties and shorts, and pulled them back on. Then in typical Debbie fashion, she asked if I didn’t have things to do, after which she shooed me out, turned and attacked cleaning that room with a vengeance. I walked out, ready to go back to the carport and face the music. Beth was just walking out of the garage with an armload of wood remnants. She had a big wheelbarrow there, and was loading it with the trash. I thought I'd find her back at the carport, filling the others in on the vile behavior of the incredibly lecherous Jack of the Low Morals. I approached her. She shot daggers at me with her glance, then turned back into the garage. I was on some kind of friggin' roller coaster of emotions that day. Up and down, up and down. Once again I felt like the miserable cur I was, knowing I should have broken things off with this girl, or at least given her some inkling of what was going on. CvsN 03: A Tangled Web As I got closer to her she spat out, "You bastard." Her words were venomous. I didn't know what to say or do. So I went for the old standby. I apologized. "Sorry? What are you sorry for? Do you even know?" Her tone was scathing. She had me there. I didn't know. Sorry for hurting her I guess. "Why are you dating me, if that's what you're coming home to? How am I supposed to compete with that? What are you some kind of sick bastard just teasing me?" She had retreated even further from me, and was huddled in the corner. "Beth, I really am sorry. This happened so suddenly. Three weeks ago, you and I had only just been dating for a short while. I was looking at this place, and Karen and Debbie were in really a tough situation and needed a place to stay." "Well, you're a pretty sick fuck if you take advantage of them like that and make them sleep with you just to have a roof for their kids." The words struck closer to home than I cared to admit. "Listen, it wasn't even my idea. It was Karen's and the idea was just that while we were together, we could, well, be intimate. But there was no commitment, other than they had a place to stay, while we all got our lives in order." "If that's all you want, well I'm not just going to put out for you." She looked miserable. "I don't know what I want. I was dating you because I liked you. I knew you for a while from our league. I liked being with you. You are so pretty, so cheerful. Yes, I was frustrated because I was getting nowhere with you, but that's not why this happened." "If you were with me, you know you couldn't be with those women." "Beth. I don't want to be in a relationship like that right now. I want to finish my house. I want to help Debbie straighten up her life. She's had some really hard times lately and I don't want to hurt her." "Yeah, I saw the kind of 'hard' time she's had lately." She said, nastily. "No, really. She had no place to live; she was living in Karen's living room. All her possessions fit in the trunk of her 11-year-old car. I just wanted to help. Then when she made herself available to me, well, I'm sorry. I'm a guy and she's just beautiful. And I wasn't getting any anywhere else. It had been a while. I mean, my God, any guy would kill to be with her, how could I resist that?" Stupid me was digging an even deeper hole. "I know. I'm just...” she started, hesitating. "She's very pretty. I understand you wanting to be with her. I just thought that maybe we..." She sounded as if she was on the verge of crying. I moved forward to hold her, and she pulled away from me, hugging herself and sobbing. "Beth. I'm sorry. I really do like you a lot. But there is so much going on right now in my life..." "You know, I could do those things for you." She told me, looking at me coldly. "I've never been with anybody. You were going to be my first. You still could be. You could teach me. I could do anything you wanted. Be everything you ever wanted" She looked at me with a strange look, anticipatory. "Beth, that's not what I want." I was lying of course. I did want that. But I was greedy. I wanted everything. My cake and eat it too. "I know I'm not as pretty as her, or as experienced. But I thought we had something. I know you wanted me. I could be yours." She was eyeing me intensely, going out on such a limb. "That's not what I mean. This is not a competition. I don't want to force you into something. You are a very pretty girl, and very sexy, and I love being around you. Of course I'd love to be with you, but not like this." "You're such a god-damn liar. Last night you would have wanted me any way you could get me." She marched out of there, without looking back. Of course she was right. * * * * By the end of the day, the ladies seemed to have come to some uneasy truce. The house was completely roofed, and the old drywall, wiring, and most of the framing for the upstairs were cleared out. Originally, the guys had said that most of them were going to be there the next day. I was wondering how much that was going to change, once they got home and the wives put their collective foot down. We had a hamburger and hot-dog barbecue feast, which the women orchestrated, and no one left hungry. I think everyone was amazed at how much we'd gotten done, in just a day, and we were all feeling pretty optimistic about what the morning would bring. I knew however, the phone lines would be singing that night. I shuddered to think what some of those conversations might sound like. I went home, alone, and spent a miserable night. I was a little surprised at myself over how upset I was over the whole situation. I had always liked Cathy a lot. She had even teased me for years, telling me if Joe ever died, she and the girls would be staying with me and I'd have to take care of them. She was an attractive woman, and we had great fun together. She’d even been known to star in a few fantasies of mine. I didn't want her hating me. And Beth. Beth. I did like Beth. But to paraphrase one of the great thinkers, two birds in the hand, beat the hell out of one in the bush. She didn't deserve what had happened today, and I was determined that in the near future, I would do what I could to straighten things out, and to finish with her cleanly. I doubted I'd see her anytime soon, after what I'd put her through. I don't know how long it took, but I did eventually fall asleep. I couldn't even get up the energy that night to jerk-off. I needed help. * * * * If Saturday was a maelstrom, Sunday was a hurricane. No, an earthquake. Maybe a huge meteor strike. Everybody showed up, brothers, friends, wives, and neighbors. It was to the point of being ridiculous. I guess everyone thought that there would be some great fireworks, and I know that some of the guys wanted to see this Debbie they'd heard about, as well as Beth. I mean everyone showed up. I couldn't believe it but Beth was back. I thought for sure that she'd never speak to me again. Cathy was there, still hot as a Dallas sidewalk in July. She did speak to me. She finally approached me to tell me I could be such an asshole and what was I thinking. My boss from work was there. Who had invited her to the activities, I have no idea, but when she caught my eye, she had the biggest shit-eating grin. I had no doubt she was fully informed as to everything that was going on. She stopped by to tousle my hair like some kid of hers that was up to mischief. Half the guys from work showed up, as did all but one of Joe's brothers, and the rest of the men's softball team. Friends of Karen's were there that I didn't even recognize. There was even a little hottie that worked with Beth at the day care. It was a madhouse. I was a hero. I was a villain. I was a jerk. I was a fool. I was a genius. I was a male, letting his hormones run his life. I was a typical guy, letting the little head do all the thinking. Most of all I was just a confused guy, in way over his head. Debbie looked incredible. She was wearing short shorts, and had a t-shirt tied off, hooter-girl style. She clearly was NOT wearing a bra. Beth looked divine. Open legged shorts, with a very tight, scoop-neck tee, that left about two inches of her midriff exposed. Karen looked like the cat that caught the canary. She was clearly one of the centers of attention, and reveling in her new role. There were too many people there. They were getting in the way of each other. Still, it was amazing how much work was getting done. There were little cliques of people everywhere, speaking among themselves. I know there must have been over 40 adults there, and at least a dozen kids. There was an entire contingent working just on the property, mowing, cutting brush, gathering up bottles and cans from the yard. For the kids it was a festival. There were snacks, and games, and a huge yard to run around in. I was still amazed to find that Beth and Debbie were sticking together running the kid show. It kind of made a sick sense. It kept them away from the cattiness near the carport; they both loved kids, and I'm sure it was a big distraction for them. It also kept them away from the lustful gazes of most of the men, heading off a lot of trouble before it ever happened. Let me say once and for all, that I was pretty useless. The Howard gang, Joe and his family, were in control, and seemed to coordinate most of the actual work being done. Whatever else, they did a wonderful thing for me that weekend, beyond anything I had earned or could hope to repay. I did almost no work. I had little say in how things were done. I went from group to group, nominally supervising, in reality being told what they were doing. Numerous trips were made to the store, and I passed out cash like water. Twice I sent out my bank machine card on trips, until I'd withdrawn my limit. Plumbing, wiring, framing, drywall, cleaning, replacing windows, installing fixtures, there was an incredible transformation going on under that roof. I felt like a cross between an Amish barn raising and the video of the world’s fastest house building. It was mid-morning when Joe's mom finally took mercy on me, and pulled me to one side. She was sort of the matriarch of the whole women's contingent, and when she had my ear, everyone else stayed out of the way. "Jack, Jack, Jack. What are we going to do with you? Hmmm?" She shook her head, looking at me like some kid who had been caught in a fib. I tried out my boyish charm, and sheepish grin. No luck. It earned me a cuff on the head. "None of that. I've had eight boys of my own pulling that crap for over 20 years now. Now how did you picture this whole scenario working out, Jack?" "I, uh, guess I didn't really think it out. I just thought we'd live together, sort of as friends with, well, certain side benefits. We'd solve some problems for each other, and keep it pretty private. So I guess that part didn't work out too well, huh?" "Did you really expect no emotional attachment to those women? What about the kids? You thought you could live with them and not grow close to them? And how were they supposed to view you? Damn it, Jack, you can't let your pants do your thinking for you. "Listen to me. Right now you have a couple of situations you need to deal with. First, you've got to reel in your friend Karen over there. She's really not helping the situation at all, and if you want this to die down, you've got to get her under control. Second, you need to talk to Cathy, and work out whatever’s eating her. She feels especially hurt for some reason, which has some people wondering, in and of itself. You're not doing anything with her, are you?" That question hit me from out of left field. "God! Of course not! Joe is probably my best friend. I wouldn't do that. I love that whole family." "Well, thank heavens for that. No matter. You've still got to talk to her. You don't want to be on her bad side, she will hold a grudge forever, and can be pretty spiteful and vindictive. I love her, but you don't want her mad at you. Finally, you've really been unfair to Beth over there, and you need to fix that. She's just a kid, and doesn't deserve any of this." She caught her breath. I guessed she was looking for a response. "I know. I've been stupid. I didn't mean for this to happen, I just wasn't thinking it all through." Mrs. Howard stood up to leave, then leaned over and whispered to me. "You might also try to keep your dick in your pants today. We don't need any more stunts like yesterday, Ok?" She gave my cheek a motherly pinch. I swear she could crack walnuts with that grip. I hoped I wasn't bleeding. I'm sure I blushed a nice deep crimson, as I nodded my assent. Ok, first things first. I hadn't said more than a dozen words to Karen in the last two days, and it appeared that she was definitely firmly ensconced in the eye of this hurricane. I managed to peel her away from everyone else, and convinced her to take a walk with me. She was adamant she was doing nothing wrong, but after 10 minutes of heart-to-heart, I convinced her to at least try to stop antagonizing Cathy, whose family was the key to getting our home into a livable condition. She saw the reasoning in that, and promised to do her best. Whatever that was. It took a great deal of effort for me to get her to agree to leave the meal plans to Cathy, and work with the yard people for a while. Buoyed by my success, I decided to attack what I perceived as the most challenging prospect, soothing the ruffled feathers of my once-good-friend Cathy. I approached Joe for any insight into how I might go about this, and if he knew what was the biggest problem. He just laughed at me and wished me good luck. Even Cathy wasn't prepared for the turnout we had that day, and she was busy directing efforts to prepare a lunch and dinner for a troop this size. My idea to order in pizza was met with cold disdain, and I decided to stay away from any more suggestions. They decided to stick with their idea of cold cuts and sandwiches for lunch, and to just fortify their supplies. Through insistence and near begging, I convinced Cathy to allow me to drive her to get the stuff. She'd pick it out, and I'd charge it all, since I was running a little low on cash (at least that was the excuse I used.) We used her truck, since my car wasn't good for carrying much more than two people. The atmosphere in that truck was absolutely frigid. I've been in warmer freezers. Every attempt at conversation on the way to the supermarket was ignored or parried. We did manage to get to the store and make the purchases without any bloodshed. On the return trip, I decided to take an even more direct approach. "Cathy. Please talk to me. I hate this. You must know how much I love you and your family. I don't understand why you hate me now." I tried to keep the whining out of my voice. "Fuck you, you pig." I wasn't prepared for the vehemence in her tone. I pulled over, and turned to address her directly. "Ok, maybe I am a pig. And maybe I’m stupid, and making some bad decisions. But why are you so angry with me? Why?" "Yes, you are stupid, and I guess that only your dick is doing any thinking for you," she sneered. I was getting so frustrated. I was getting nowhere. She sat there, immobile, staring straight ahead. This didn't make any sense. Why was she even there if she was that pissed at me? She didn't have to show up today. Was I dense? I reached out to her, grabbing her shoulder, turning her to face me. She tried to force my hands away, and twisted away from me, facing out the opposite window. "Don't you put your god-damn stinking hands on me, you pig." She hissed. Then I did something really stupid. I slid across the seat, my back against hers, and wrapped her tightly in my arms. She struggled against me immediately. My right arm was wrapped over her shoulder, and crossed her chest, grasping her left arm tightly. Her breasts were crushed against her chest, and her left nipple was burning a hole in my wrist. Her head was held tightly between my arm and my own head, and my mouth was next to her ear. "Please. Help me set things right. What do I have to do?” My lips brushed her hair with each word, and she appeared to be finally settling down. "Oh, fine. The big strong guy has me helpless now. I suppose you're going to rape me now like you've been doing with those other sluts." She managed to yank her left arm away, which left my hand grasping her breast, as I pinned her to my chest. "Cathy. Please." I still don't know what possessed me. I pressed my lips to her neck, and kissed her there, tasting her anger. My right hand, seemingly of it's own volition, cupped her breast, and pinched her already hard nipple. She seemed to relax for a moment, her head leaning back on my shoulder, her breath still coming in gasps. Then she elbowed me hard with her left elbow, calling me a pig again, and then elbowed me yet again. I captured her arm with my left arm and did another even stupider thing. I pulled it behind her, placing her hand in the middle of her lower back. I then pulled her backwards, between my legs, trapping her arm between our bodies, and holding her tight against me by her breast, with my left hand gripping the waistband of her pants. I didn't realize the error of my ways, until I felt her forearm pressed against my crotch. I was embarrassed to realize all this was getting me hard, and there was no chance of her missing that now. "Cathy..." Again, almost of their own volition, my lips sought her neck. "Great. I suppose you're going to fuck me now, and that will make everything all wonderful again." She had turned her head, towards me this time, and for the first time, some hint of something other than vitriol came through. "Cathy. I would fuck friggin' Janet Reno, if I thought you'd stop being angry with me." I almost shouted, exasperated. This finally elicited a bit of giggle out of her. Her hand between us slid and turned, and she grasped my cock, and gave it a hard squeeze. "You, know, I believe you would." And then it happened, a hint of a smile. I was so relieved to think that maybe I was breaking through, I could feel the tears forming in my own eyes. I leaned into her, and place my lips on hers. Her lips betrayed her. They were warm and inviting, and her tongue was generous in its attention, exploring my mouth, caressing my lips. I don't know how long we kissed, but when we finally broke, her hand was methodically stroking my cock, and my hands were busy caressing her breast, and squeezing her pussy through her pants. "So now what? Am I supposed to be just another fuck-toy in your life, Jack? Are you going to use this big cock to tame me? Hold me down and rape me, until I do whatever you ask? Now what, Jack?" Her tone was challenging, but her left hand kept stroking my cock, and her right hand was now over my left, pressing it firmly against her mound. I pulled away from her, and positioned myself behind the wheel. I re-entered traffic, and started down the road. "Now what the fuck are you doing?" she asked me, and I could feel the anger mounting once again. "I'm taking you to my apartment." I told her. "Oh, and like I'm supposed to swoon, and throw myself at your feet?" She asked sarcastically. "No. You shut the fuck up for the next two minutes. Then you walk with me up to my apartment, to save me the effort of carrying you. And then once and for all you and I settle this." "With your big cock I suppose." "Yep. That's part of it." That finally shut her up. It was only a couple of blocks away. I got out, and grasping her hand tightly, I pulled her across the front bench and out my side of the truck. She came along docilely enough. She walked up the steps just behind me, and I never let go of my tight grip on her hand. Her hand was hot and clammy. I have no idea what had come over me. This was unlike anything I had ever done. But I was going to take my best friends wife, fuck her fast and hard, then take her back to the activities, among her friends and family, with my hot cum filling her pussy, and dripping down her leg. I was out of control. As soon as we were in the door, I turned her to face me. Grasping her hair in my fist, I kissed her mouth hard. She grabbed my shirt and pulled at it, freeing it. Then I was pulling it over my head, and she was fighting with my belt to get into my pants. She was bent over at the waist, leaning over, and tugging at them. I stepped back, kicking off my shoes, and stepped out of my pants. I was not wearing underwear, and my fully hard cock sprung free. Cathy dropped to her knees and looking up into my eyes, licked the length of my cock, before taking it into her mouth. She was a consummate cock-sucker, playing with my balls, stroking my cock, laving the head with her tongue, and taking me deep in her mouth. She seemed to anticipate my desires, knowing when to speed things up, when to tease, when to stroke me hard and fast. Her eyes would lock onto mine for long seconds, and then her attention would return to the simple feat of servicing my cock, with every bit of her essence dedicated to that effort. CvsN 03: A Tangled Web She could even sense when I was getting close to cumming. She pulled away, stroking me firmly, giving me a long lick, and eyes locked with mine, she commanded me: "That's right, cum. Cum in my mouth. Fuck my mouth and pump your hot cum down my throat." She took my cock back in her mouth, fixed her lips tightly around my shaft, and placed my hand on the back of her head. I grabbed her hair in my hands, and fucked her face thoroughly. Within moments I was there, cumming strongly, gasping with the pleasure, loosing stream after stream of hot seed in her mouth. She swallowed most of it, allowing a little to escape her lips, and then with her finger cleaning her chin and licking it clean. She then worked diligently to clean every remnant from my cock, licking me like an ice cream cone. I stood there naked, while this fully clothed woman serviced me as no one ever had. She clearly had additional intentions, as she took my cock back into her mouth, sucking and massaging it back to life. While she sucked me from on her knees, she removed her own shirt and bra, and undid the top of her pants. Once I succumbed to her attention, and was erect again, she stood up before me, her small breasts capped with hardened nipples, her panties visible through the opening of her pants. "Well?" She asked, posing, waiting. "That was the most incredible blow-job I have ever had, and I have to fuck you now." I stepped to her, pulling her pants, and then her panties down to her feet. Reaching down, I grabbed the back of her thighs just under her ass cheeks, and lifted her up against my body. I walked her like this over to the table and sat her on the edge, and then gripping my cock, I placed it against her hot, waiting twat, and entered her deeply. She gasped at the sudden intrusion. I adjusted her legs, placing the backs of her knees over my forearms, and lifted her bodily. She wrapped her arms around my neck, helping support her weight, while I fucked her in the air. I squeezed her ass cheeks tightly; lifting her up, and then letting her weight drive her back down onto my cock. She grabbed my head and took my mouth with hers, a vestige of my own flavor lingering in her mouth, as her tongue invaded my mouth in time to my penetrating her. It was maddeningly intense, but too exhausting, and I took her to my couch. I lifted her off of me, eliciting a cry, and then placed her over the arm of the couch, belly down. Spreading her cheeks with my hands, I once again located her wet slit, and entered her. I leaned over, grabbed her shoulders, and pressing them into the seat of the couch, I fucked her as hard as I could. Very hard, very fast, forcing the couch across the room an inch at a time, knocking over an end table and lamp, until we reached the far wall and could move no more. Unrelenting, I continued pounding away, to the rhythm of the slap of my thighs against her ass, and the bumping of the couch against the wall. She would push back on every stroke, her entire body strung as tight as a violin. Her hands would be clenched in fists, then they would open and I could see where her fingernails were digging into her palms, before they clenched shut again. The fucking I gave her was almost vicious in its intensity. I was using my cock to punish her for being so mean to me for the last two days. I knew the front of her thighs would be bruised from the beating, and every effort on her part to move even a little, was met by my restraining hands and the onslaught of my cock. She tried to plant her feet, to adjust her position, but could get no leverage against my assault. After a few minutes I could see her wincing under the continuous pounding, and changed my attack. I slowed, grabbing her cheeks in my hands, reveling in the deep penetration. In and out, I kept feeding her my cock, using that pussy which had been so near for so long. Looking down at the view of her pink flesh swallowing my cock, I saw the rosebud of her asshole, and forced my thumb into her there. I finally obtained a response, a moaned, "Oh, Fuck." I diddled her ass, as I continued to screw her firmly. Her ass cheeks clenched and released against my probing, finally accepting the inevitable. When I inserted first one finger, and then a second in her butt, she looked back at me with impassioned eyes, and through clenched teeth she warned me. "Don't do it, you bastard." She was thrusting herself hard against my invading fingers. The thought was tempting, but I was already on the verge of cumming. "Not today, baby, soon, but not today." I picked up the pace, punishing her pussy. "Fuck." She dropped her head back to the couch, and relented, relinquishing all resistance, and allowing me full control. Within a score of strokes, I was cumming again, forcing my cock as far inside her as possible, and depositing my seed in her womb. I reached down, and lifted her by the breasts, until her neck was accessible to my lips. I tasted her again, the sweat of her desire, and anger mingled. "Get dressed. People will be getting hungry soon." I told her, pulling out, and walking over to where my clothes lay in a pile. She moved to hers, and pulled her panties up. I could see a trickle of my cum creeping down her thigh. "I'm still pissed at you." She told me, not meeting my eyes. "I know. I'm sorry about how I've handled all this." I had almost finished dressing. I walked over next to her. "It would be perfectly within your rights to make me fuck you, every week, until I've earned your forgiveness." "You are such an asshole," she laughed, kicking at me. "I know, and you are a better friend than I deserve. And deserve far better treatment then I have given you." I had to face a difficult moment. "So is Joe. What are we going to tell him?" "Joe? Joe's known you were going to fuck me for over a year now. We've just been waiting for you to make your move. I gave you every opportunity. I thought you just didn't want me." Ouch. Now that I thought back on it, the friendly wrestling, the teasing discussions, the occasional flash of a breast, the open bathroom doors, the implicit offers. It had never crossed my mind, and in retrospect it should have. The message was there. "I really am sorry. You couldn't know how many times I went to bed, jerking off into a sock, images of you in my head. But you were my best friend’s wife. I couldn't do that." I confessed. "You could and you did," she replied, brushing her hair back, one hand on the doorknob. I took her in my arms. "I'm such a dope, sometimes." "Yes, you are." She said with a smile, snuggling into my arms. "But you're forgiven, I guess. We're still going to have to talk." "Ok." I held her tight, smelling her hair, feeling her warmth in my arms. "Did you know that you give the most incredible blow-job I could ever imagine." I confided, feeling a hint of resurgence below the belt. "So I've been told." She smirked. Backing out of my grasp, she opened the door. "C'mon cowboy, the food is getting warm, and it's almost time for lunch. People will talk as it is." I laughed out loud. "I have no doubt of that, they were talking before we left. I think some people were interpreting your anger as that of a jilted lover." "Oh, shit! I never thought of that. Well, let them talk." She smiled again, and I felt a whole lot better. We had been gone well over an hour, and they did talk. Luckily I think most interpreted it as our working through our problems, which I guess was kind of true. Now, to deal with the Beth situation... * * * * Thanks to everyone who keeps emailing me and encouraging me to continue this story. Time constraints have been difficult lately. I’m really going to try hard to come out with the next portion soon and not leave you hanging too long. And thanks for the pictures from those who sent them unsolicited. They were very nice and greatly appreciated. They make for great inspiration.