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Backfire

By: Blue88



The place was beginning to fill up with the after- work crowd. The noise level had risen and people jostled each other at the bar, yelling out their drink orders. In a back booth a man and a woman sat across from each other, nursing their second (or was it third?) martini. Angela Rizzo was a dark haired beauty in her early 40s, but with a bitter twist to her mouth as she looked at the front door.

"God damn that bitch. Here she comes waltzing in with hubby at her heels. Mrs. fuckin' goody two shoes," she snarled.

Carl Crowe, her drinking partner, raised his eyebrows and directed his gaze to the front of the room. "You mean Lily Palmer? What do you have against her?" Carl brought his glass up and sipped a bit of his drink.

Angie looked up at the tall, dark haired man seated across from her and hissed, "she's the one who almost wrecked my marriage. I'm almost sure that she got the word to Frank that I was having an affair and the bastard threatened to divorce me." The venom almost dripped from her lips.

Carl laughed softly at his friend. "Shit, Angie. Why blame her? If you hadn't cheated you wouldn't have had this problem. You knew it was just a matter of time, you were kind of blatant about it."

Angie pouted and whined, "It's easy for you to say, Carl. I know you screw around on Fran and you get away with it."

"That's because I'm damned careful, cupcake. The only mistake I made is letting it slip to you, so you had better just keep your mouth shut. Anyway, you have little contact with Lily; she's in Human Resources and you're in Graphics so you don't have to interact with her all that often. Just forget it." Carl raised the glass to his lips and drained it.

Angie's lips tightened, "Yeah, and the bitch just got a promotion; she's now Assistant Director of Human Resources. She's got to be screwing Doug Collins."

Carl laughed again. "Calm down, Angie. Not everyone is screwing around, you know. I, at least, have a good reason. My wife is almost never home and there's a ton of pussy around when I'm on the road. Besides, I wouldn't be surprised if she's getting her share when she has to travel for a "conference."

Angie stared at him. "You mean you don't care if she cheats on you? Damn, I should have married you."

"Our marriage is an intelligent union, Ang. It's kind of like an open marriage, but with no discussion. If we don't talk about it, it's not happening and I'm happy with that. Fran needs a little release, she works hard and I don't begrudge her that. What the hell, it's only sex," chuckled Carl.

Angie just shook her head. "Shit, I wish Frank felt that way. It's just that he's so bad in bed."

"Awww, poor Angie," Car smirked. "What, his dick is too little?"

Angie just grimaced. "You know better than that, Carl. Don't go believing all that shit about dick size, it really isn't all that important. Frank is quite adequate at almost six inches. It's just that he's a 'wham bam, thank you ma'am' kind of guy. He doesn't give a damn about me. Most of the time I never even have an orgasm with him. Shit, I don't know why I love the jackass" She paused briefly, "Anyway, I just wish I could get back at the bitch," she muttered as she glared across the room.

Carl followed her gaze, his mouth tightening "You're not the only one, Angie. You know that Palmer just picked up the Packard account - one that should have gone to me. The fucker will now be pulling in big bucks, well into six figures. He's got to be kissing someone's ass, Plus, he's fucking one sexy broad. I tried to come on to Lily at the last company get-together and she almost went ballistic. Shit, she's got one bitch of a temper," he concluded bitterly.

It was now Angie's turn to laugh. "I thought that you were buddies with Scott. You play golf with him and two other guys every weekend."

"Yeah, but we're not close. The golf is just a game of convenience. They needed a fourth and Scott knew that I'm a scratch player, so he asked me to join the group. He's too fuckin' perfect. You know, perfect job, perfect wife, perfect life. He's even obsessive about exercising, you know, he wants a perfect body. He's also nuts about his wife, he even has a tattoo of a lily on his butt."

Angie's eyes widened. "You've gotta be kidding. Perfect Scotty boy has a tattoo? That's a riot. I bet that Lily talked him into that - kinda like putting a brand on him," she laughed.

"Yeah, I first saw it when we all showered after a golf game. He was showing it off.... you know, proud of it." Carl shook his head in disgust.

Angie's eyes had narrowed and she was quiet for a moment, than leaned forward and lowered her voice. "You know, Carl. I have an idea how we can really screw them up. Really screw up their 'perfect" lives'. Now just be quiet and listen............."

********************

Lily and Scott Palmer had it all. Even those who weren't overly fond of the couple had to admit that they were perfect for each other. They had met in college and after their first kiss they knew that they were meant to be together forever.

After graduation Scott gained employment with the largest advertising agency on the east coast. He had majored in Management and Marketing in college and was primed to join the sales staff as an account executive. It wasn't entirely a coincidence that Lily had been offered a position in the same company in their Human Resources Department. The fact that her father was a director on the board didn't exactly hamper their chances for employment there.

Six months after joining the company they married. It was a blow-out affair with a guest list out of the social register. Scott's older brother Marc, a Lieutenant of Detectives on the local police force acted as his best man and Lily's older sister Claire was the Matron of Honor. After the honeymoon they settled into a modest five bedroom, four bath cottage with a three car garage, a swimming pool and a single tennis court. It would have been pretentious to have put in a double court, after all they were just starting out.

They were also alike in that they were both gorgeous physical specimens. Scott was dark haired, tall with a beautifully sculpted body. Lily was another story; it appeared as if she had stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine, a very expensive fashion magazine. She was blond, blue eyed and above average height with a slender, willowy figure that belied the rather impressive breasts that strained whatever garment she happened to have on.

While their love for each other was obvious, their relationship could only be described as tumultuous. While Scott was a laid back, easy going sort, Lily was another story. While innately kind and giving, she did have a fiery personality. Lily was fortunate in that her close friends were used to her outbursts and had learned to accept, or at least tolerate, them. Lily was also smart enough to recognize the danger inherent in a "loose cannon" and made sure that she was nothing but professional at her job. 

Unfortunately, Scott never knew, from day to day, just what he would find at home. Would it be the kind and loving wife he adored, or would he have to face a raging harridan. Luckily, her bad days did not occur too often, but every few weeks he knew that there would be trouble. It seems that it didn't take much to set Lily off; the problem was that he never knew when that would happen. A minor problem that she would just shrug off most days, would result in an emotional storm another time. It was like living with an active volcano, never being sure when the eruption would come. It was that temper that fueled the calamity that befell them. 

***************

A cloudy and blustery Saturday a few weeks later saw Carl Crowe in Angie Rizzo's graphic office at work with her drawing materials strewn over her table and desk.

"Okay, Carl. I have to be near the phone. I told Frank that I had some work to clear up and he expects me to be here. Shit, he's called me twice already. He doesn't trust anything I tell him." 

Carl laughed as he doodled on the drawing pad that Lily had presented to him. "Poor Frank, he's a lawyer, but so easy to fool. You know that he's nuts about you, Ang. That's why he's still with you. Anyway, here's the drawing."

Angie mouth twisted with disgust as she viewed Carl's drawing. "Damn it, Carl. You can't draw worth a shit," she complained. "That's the lousiest sketch I've ever seen."

"What do you want from me, Ang. I can't draw, big deal. This whole thing is your idea so come up with another solution to my lousy drawing," answered Carl crossly.

"Wait, wait," Angie replied excitedly. "Let me get some clip art down. I know that we have a book of flowers." Angie started to rummage through the volumes on a back shelf off her office. " Here it is, let me leaf through this. Aha, here we go - a lily. Now, is this like the one on Scott's butt?"

"Bingo, you've got it. That's exactly like it, except his is in color, not black and white."

"Not to worry, sweetie. I'll do the color. Just give me the size of that tattoo as close as you can and we'll get started," smiled Angie.

"One inch, Ang. Scott even told us how big it was. He would brag, 'one inch, guys. I've got a one inch Lily right here' and then he'd laugh, the dumb schmuck," Carl told her.

"Okay, one inch," repeated Angie. "Now get your pants and shorts off and let me get started. I've got all the materials right here." With that Carl did as he was told and removed his slacks and undershorts, standing there without a trace of embarrassment.

"Turn around, Carl. I'm not going to draw on your dick," laughed Angie. 

Carl had a small smile on his face. "We're gonna do more than just draw, Ang. Once the drawing on my butt is finished, we start taking pictures. That's why the camera is perched there on the tripod. Where's the remote, by the way?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. That's the deal. You get to fuck me and we'll get some good shots, but from the waist down. Lily Palmer is going to get proof that her perfect hubby is screwing around on her. It's a good thing that you kinda look like Scott, at least, I hope, below the waist," Angie chuckled. "Oh, the remote's on the arm of the couch, that's where the action's going to take place."

"Hmmm," mused Carl. "Now how do you know what Palmer looks like below the waist, Ang. Have you been boffing him?"

Angie laughed despite herself. "Keep quiet, Carl and let me finish. This won't take too long," she said as she bent to the task. True to her word the drawing was finished fairly quickly and Carl looked at his rear in the mirror Angie provided. "Perfect, Ang. It's just as I remember it. Look, we won't make the pictures too crystal clear, kind of soft focus. That'll take care of any slight difference there might be."

Carl then slowly licked his lips, began to unbutton his shirt, his last remaining garment and nodded to Angie. "Ok, cupcake. Off with your clothes. Let's get this on."

Carl watched closely as Angie shed her blouse and skirt. Seconds later she was nude and standing proudly before him. Angie knew that she still had a great figure. Her breasts were still firm with dark nipples that had started to stiffen. Her waist was trim with a belly that had a slight swell which only added to her sexual allure. Carl's eyes traveled to the darkness below and saw that her pubic hair was neat and well trimmed.

"Ok, Ang. Let's get to it. We'll let the camera go on automatic for awhile and then crop the pictures so that we print just what we want. The money shot will show Palmer's butt with the lily on it as he's pumping into a pussy that sure isn't blond," he laughed.

********************

It was a cool evening despite the fact that the calendar indicated that spring had finally arrived. Scott Palmer parked his car in the garage and trudged wearily into the house. He had been working the Simmons' account for weeks, trying to overcome each objection old man Simmons had fired at their ad presentation. Tonight had been just one in a prolonged series of meetings trying to placate the old bastard. Scott had no inkling as to what was to greet him when he walked into his sanctuary.

He dropped his briefcase on the chair in the spacious foyer, stripped off his suit jacket and tie, both of which he draped over his arm. Walking into the living room he saw Lily standing there glaring at him.

Uh, uh, he thought. What the fuck has set her off this time. Scott usually shrugged off Lily's tantrums, but tonight he was just too beat to put up with any shit. He was startled though when she beat him to the verbal draw.

"You rotten, cheating son -of- a- bitch," she hissed, spittle flying from her mouth. "My faithful, adoring husband is nothing but another prick who thinks with his dick. Oh, you poor, hardworking, lying bastard. Late night meetings, huh? Late night screwing is more like it, you prick."

Lily had hit her stride. She hurled invective after invective at Scott who just stood there, dumbfounded at the sight of his wife spitting and hissing like a viper about to strike at his jugular. 

She slowly approached him, still hurling verbal barbs. She was white with anger and Scott was just barely able to grab her hand as it came flying up to his face. His patience was worn thin and he clasped her hand with some force, causing her to gasp in pain.

"Let go of my hand, you son-of-a-bitch," she spat as she attempted to claw him with her other hand. Scott lips curled in disgust as he pushed her onto the sofa.

"Shut the fuck up," he roared. "I've had it, I've had it with your irrational, idiotic outbursts. I don't know what set you off this time, but it's the last time. You're acting like a spoiled child. One day you'll grow up and learn to comport yourself with some dignity and maturity."

Scott's words stung Lily and she cowered, stunned by his vehemence. He sat down close to her and lowered his voice. "Lily, listen to me, please. I don't know where you got this ridiculous notion, but please let me assure you that I have never, repeat NEVER cheated on you. The thought has never even entered my mind." 

His voice took on a pleading tone. "Lily, I love you, I've always loved you. The very thought of betraying you would kill me. Please, Lily, please.... believe me" 

Lily's eyes softened for a moment, then quickly hardened again. This time her voice was calm and controlled. "Fuck you, Scott. You're a pretty good liar, but I KNOW that you're a cheat and an adulterer, so you can quit trying to be the injured party. I saw the proof. You're going to crawl through hell before I forgive you."

Scott sighed and rose to his feetl. He looked down at his wife and shook his head slowly. "Have it your way, Lily, but I won't play your game. I don't know what put this wild hair up your ass, but you can play the martyr by yourself. In the meantime I'm leaving. Stew in your own bile for a bit . I may be back and then again I may not. Chew on that for awhile," 

"Forget about coming back," Lily snarled. "Go fuck your girlfriends." Her voice dropped and if Scott had looked back he would have seen the tears flowing down her cheeks. "They ......can have you," her voice cracked as he stalked out of the house.

********************

The next few days were agonizing for both Lily and Scott. Scott had made good his threat about leaving and had rented a suite at the local Extended Stay Inn not far from work. He had made sure that Lily was at work when he came home and packed most of his clothing and personal effects.

They were both subdued and tense at work which was quickly noted by their co-workers who avoided them whenever possible. Fortunately, Scott and Lily worked on different floors and it was not difficult for them to avoid each other. Things came to a head a few days later.

Scott was seated at his desk, trying to develop a proposal, when his phone rang. 

"Scott? This is George, are you busy?" a deep, authoritative voice asked.

Scott blinked, surprised to hear from his father. He immediately thought that Lily had brought out the big guns, getting her father to threaten him with dismissal, then smiled as he realized that would be the last thing that George would do. His respect for the man knew no bounds; George Bender was a true gentleman with a huge amount of integrity.

"George, it's nice hearing from you. No, I'm not busy. What do you have in mind?" asked Scott.

"Good, then do me a favor, son. It's almost lunch time, why not pop out and join me for a bite at the club. It's not far and you wouldn't be too late getting back. It's time that we had a chat, something that we should have had a while ago." 

It was a short time later that saw Scott Palmer seated with his father in a small dining room at a private and very exclusive center city club. They had greeted each other in a warm and friendly manner and enjoyed their lunch along with a bottle of good California wine. Scott declined the offer of a cigar, but rose and followed George into an adjoining study. George motioned Scott to have a seat and then closed the door firmly behind him. George was obviously uncomfortable and Scott watched this tall, blond growing gray man pace a bit before seating himself also.

"Okay, son. I'm sure that you're astute enough to realize the purpose of this little meeting. Lily has been raving and ranting about your so called adultery and her mother has been commiserating with her, something that she has done for ages. Helen has always been terrified by Lily's temper and so my daughter has never grown to realize that temper tantrums are for children, not adults."

George sighed ruefully. "I suppose that it's partly my fault also. You know that Lily is our youngest child and I guess that I've given into her more than I should have. But this notion of hers is ludicrous, despite what she calls the so called proof of her claim. I told her that I just do not believe her accusations. I know you, Scott, and I know that infidelity is just not part of your character. So what the hell is going on, son?"

Scott leaned back in his chair and smiled wryly. "You know, George, you're my father, my wife's father, and yet you believe in me and are certain that I wouldn't betray my marriage. Isn't that sadly ironic? You will not believe that I cheated, yet my sweet, loving, trusting wife does. What does that tell you about the kind of relationship Lily and I have?

"I opened my heart to her, George. I pleaded with her, I swore I had never betrayed her and she just spat at me and cursed me. The events of the past few days have opened my eyes. I saw, perhaps for the first time, just what kind of person Lily really is. I truly believe that Lily may be schizophrenic, George. She seems to be two different people and I have been going nuts trying to figure out who she is at any given time. It's like a Jekyll and Hyde situation." Scott had to stop, his eyes filling with tears.

George felt his heart go out to this man who was like a son to him. He started to speak, but Scott put up his hand. 

"George, most of the time Lily is as sweet and kind as anyone I know. But there are times, at least every few weeks or so, when she goes nuts. Most of the time her anger is not directed at me, thank goodness, but she does find a target and I have to wait until she regains her mental equilibrium. I'm tired, George. I'm really tired. It's like living with a time bomb and I'm tired of it. I love Lily, I really do, but this little blow-up is the final straw. I can't live with her, George. I'm truly sorry, but I just can't live like this."

Scott took a deep breath and lowered his eyes. He truly hated to wound this decent man. "I've decided to divorce her, George. I've given this a lot of thought and I see no other solution. I love her, but I'm going to divorce her." 

George Bender paled as he heard Scott's plan. He knew that this would devastate Lily, despite her anger at what she perceived as her husband's betrayal. His mind worked quickly and in seconds he had come up with a desperate plan.


Backfire



This is a repost of an old story so there will be no voting. Enjoy.

There is very little sex in this story, sorry.

*

I always hated Mondays. This one would turn out to be one of my worst ones. My wife, Peggy, was very despondent and moody. She fixed breakfast for the boys and I as if she were a robot. She wasn't being nasty, just depressed. It didn't help to brighten the morning. I had no idea what brought it on and didn't feel inclined to ask her.

My sons, Robert, sixteen and Dave, eighteen left for school about the same time I left for work. For the last fifteen years I worked for a freight company that loaded and unloaded container ships. It was hard work but paid good money. I had always wanted to go to sea and this was as close as I could get. My dream was to sail all over the world and see different lands and people. It was in my blood and sometimes I would get depressed just knowing that it would never happen. Home and family seemed to take precedence. I was happy with my home life. I had two great sons and a loving wife who I adored. Unfortunately it was Monday.

The part I hated most about my work was some of the people I worked with. Colin Farrell was the most obnoxious guy in the world and he had three buddies always hanging around: Bob Timbers, Ray Collins and Freddy Springer. The five of us went to high school together, I didn't like them then and I didn't like them now. 

"Hey Grady, missed you at the party Saturday night." It seemed like Colin was going to start something early today. There was a company party Saturday night. The boys and I had to go to Chester to help my father move out of his house. My mother died six months ago and dad decided to move into something smaller. Peggy was disappointed so I told her to go to the party without us. When we got back Sunday night I ask her how the party was and she just said OK.

I just glared at Colin and didn't say anything.

"We are sorry you couldn't make it Grady but thanks for letting your wife come. She made the whole evening worthwhile."

I found myself clenching my fists as I listened to his group of hyenas giggling like girls. They seemed to be having a private joke at my expense. As I started to walk away Colin followed and continued his taunting.

"She sure has developed into a fine piece since high school, Grady. You are one lucky guy to have that to come home to every night."

I could see that it was going to be a long day. The veins in my forehead started popping and I could feel the tendons in my neck tightening. All my life I had to fight to control my temper. Again I tried to walk away. I turned to face the group and Colin flipped something towards to. It was red, it was soft and it was a pair of panties. 

"Peggy forgot these Saturday. She might need them to go with that red bra she was wearing." The entire group broke out laughing.

I stood looking at them without raising my head. The red silk fell onto the concrete loading platform at my feet. I made no effort to pick it up. I suddenly realized that I had stopped breathing and felt my stomach muscles tensing. I was becoming a coiled spring of fury ready to unwind. I could take anyone of them with no problem but all of them at once might be difficult. At this point I didn't care. I started to move toward my tormenters when a huge hand grabbed my shoulder.

Josh Hamilton, the dock foreman, looked me in the eye and simply nodded his head toward the main office. Nothing was said. I glared at the group with a hatred they never saw before and followed Josh up the stairs. For some reason all of them stopped laughing and got worried looks on their faces.

Josh went into Henry Clarks' office and I sat down across from Henry's secretary, Sally. 

"Grady, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No thanks. I'm too upset to hold a cup right now."

I could see Josh and Henry talking through the glass partition. It seemed serious.

"Sally, were you at the party Saturday night?" She simply nodded yes.

"Can you tell me what the hell happened? I have no idea what is going on. Peggy didn't say anything and I don't know what to do."

"I shouldn't say anything Grady. That is something you should take up with your wife."

"You were there Sally. You saw what happened. Just give me a clue." Sally was fumbling around with some papers on her desk trying to figure out how she could get out of talking to me. "Please Sally, I need to know."

"Peggy showed up at the party dressed to kill. After about an hour Colin started to pump drinks into her. She seemed to be having a good time. Collin would whisper things to his posse every time he got the drinks refilled and they would all laugh. Finally Peggy and Colin went in the back to the storeroom. About thirty minutes later Bob, Ray and Freddy went back. We didn't see any of them for an hour and then they all showed up again laughing and joking. Peggy was smiling but looked like hell. Her hair and her dress were messed up. She and Colin left together about ten minutes later."

"Thanks Sally. I didn't want to hear that but it explains things."

We sat silent for about ten more minutes. Josh came out and nodded for me to go in.

"Grady, I am not happy about what went on this morning. Colin, Ray, Bob and Freddy each got a week off with no pay. I want you to take two weeks vacation. Josh told me what happened Saturday and I assume this is the first you heard of it. I can't afford to have anybody in the hospital. I don't believe any of this is your fault but I expect you to have things straightened out before you come back. I'll do what ever I can to help you through this, just ask. Now get out of here."

I nodded thank you to Henry and thanked Sally again as I left the office. Colin and his boys were nowhere around as I went to the parking area. I left the panties on the dock.

I didn't go home. I started driving north, looking for a sanctuary where I could lose myself. I had a long time to think about the past and the present. 

Peggy and I went to high school together. She was big, fat, sloppy and not what you would call attractive. She didn't know how to groom herself or to put on make up. Her hair always looked like crap. She was not in any 'in' groups and was basically a social outcast. Of course that is what attracted me to her. I was six foot three and weighted close to three hundred pounds. I was large but also clumsy, shy and nothing to look at. I was too awkward to play any sports. 

Colin Farrell was just the opposite. He was good-looking, smooth talking and athletic. I know it sounds stupid, but the rumor was that the girls would try to get Colin to take them out so that he could pop their cherries. He never had a steady girl friend but never went without a date. I hated the guy. He would brag about his conquests and the girls didn't seem to mind, all except Peggy.

Peggy had tried to get Colin to take her out. She wanted to be able to say he was her first. Colin not only turned her down, but he told the whole school about it. He said he only fucked girls and wasn't about to stoop low enough to screw a pig. The kids in school thought it was a hoot but Peggy was crushed.

I viewed this as my chance to move in. Since I had no idea how to court a girl, I just started being friendly. Pretty soon we became close and by the time we finished school we were a couple. I was the one that got to pop her.

I got a job out of school as a construction laborer. In a years time my flab was gone and I was all muscle and sinew. I was strong and coordinated. It felt good to no longer be a walking joke. Peggy and I were married within a year. Robert and Dave were born very close together and Peggy started working out at a neighborhood gym shortly after. The transformation was amazing. Somewhere along the way she learned how to fix her hair, put on just the right amount of make up and dress to kill. She looked good and I was proud to have her for my wife. I loved her when she was a frog and my reward was a princess. When I got the job at the loading dock our whole life took a change for the better, until today.

The A14 turned into the A1 as I continued to knock down the miles. I knew where I was going and it was just a matter of time. I thought about my two sons. They came from large powerful stock and showed it. We made sure that both of them were active so that they wouldn't turn into the lumps we did. Dave was about two inches taller than Robert and a little leaner. Robert had large hands and large arms. Both of them were fit and able to take care of themselves. We taught them restraint and the importance of not being a bully. They both had the same goal, to go to sea. I guess it was in the blood. I promised I would help them in whatever they wanted to do. 

Peggy was a good mother and a great wife. She kept a good house and did not waste money on frivolous things. We had a great sex life, or so I thought. Oral sex was a standard part of our lovemaking. Occasionally she would allow me access to her back door. She did not seem to really enjoy anal sex so it was not a usual thing. Her breasts were a little on the large size, and while her body firmed up from working out, the boobies didn't. There was nothing wrong with them, it was just that they looked like real boobs and not the plastic, stick up in the air ones. When she rode atop of me they would swing back and forth and up and down. I used to kid about giving herself a black eye if she wasn't careful. We had fun when we had sex and I was perfectly content with that part of our life. 

I found myself on the M6, still clicking off the miles. The shadows were getting long and I was hoping to arrive before dark. It was a seven hours trip to Port Patrick but it was the only place I wanted to be right now. I kept looking for the A75 and finally found it as the sun went down. There were plenty of parking spaces this time of year by the Duke's Duck. I gave my keys to the barkeep and ask for a room by the week. I had no luggage, change of clothes or razor but didn't care. He took the room key off the hook, gave it to me and hung my car keys in the same spot. I took a pint and sat down in the back corner. The streetlight was shining through the amber bottle glass window by my head. It was time to get numb and forget the world.

I would find myself waking up in my room late in the mornings. I vaguely remembered how I got there. Usually one of the local regulars would help me up the stairs and drop me on top of the bed. I never did get under the sheets. I splashed some water on my face and a couple times took a shower. I had to put the same clothes back on so the shower didn't really help much, odor wise. I was getting a fierce looking beard. I had never let my facial hair grow and it was a little unnerving to see it in the condition I was in. Every couple days they ran my credit card through to keep the tab up to date. I had been wallowing in self-pity for a long while and I was starting to get sick of it.

I was sitting, glassy eyed, staring at the dartboard for the thousandth time when two uniforms walked in. I watched them without looking at them. They talked to the barkeep a while and he nodded in my direction. He also pointed to my keys on the wall behind him. I assumed they were looking for me. I was amazed at my own intelligence. They didn't even try to talk to me. They just pumped coffee into me for the next two hours.

"Grady, Grady Baxter. Do you think you can talk to us?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

"We just need to talk. Are you up to it?"

"Can we go outside?"

The sun was shining but everything was wet. The cobbles on the street in from of the pub were slick and I took my time walking across to the seawall. The whole street was on a slope and I still felt a little tipsy. The cool air was marvelous as it filled my lungs. I don't smoke but the air inside was so thick the results were the same. I leaned over the granite sea wall and threw up. It was mostly liquid because I hadn't eaten much solid food the last few days. My head started to clear and so did my eyes. My two companions waited patiently while I got myself together. I was starting to feel obligated for putting them to so much trouble. The bench I sat on was wet but I didn't care.

"What can I help you with gentlemen?"

"First of all, we were trying to find you, since you were missing for ten days. Second we are trying to locate Colin Farrell and were hoping you could help us."

"Well you found me, so that part is solved. I haven't seen Colin Farrell since the day I arrived here. I believe the barkeep has already informed you that I have not left the Inn since I checked in. I have no idea where Colin is but I think I will be looking for him when I get home."

I chatted with them for about another hour. They had nothing to charge me with and after they found me safe, they seemed to only be interested in talking about Colin. They located me thought the credit card charges. I'll remember not to make that mistake again, if it ever comes up.

I went down the hill and bought some fresh clothes and a toothbrush. I decided I would keep the beard awhile even thought it looked like crap. After a final shower I paid my bill and started home. I stopped about four times on the way. Twice I got something to eat but mostly I was just trying to delay my arrival. There was nothing pleasant or enjoyable waiting for me at home. I did want to see my boys though.

She was sitting on the couch. There was only one light on in the living room. She watched me with her hands on her lap, afraid to move. It looked as if she had been crying but it was hard to be sure in the dim light. I went to get a beer but the thought of it made me a little nauseous so I grabbed a coke instead. I sat in the recliner across from her and waited for her to say something.

"The boys are staying with friends for the night. It was my idea so that we would have some private time to talk."

"Why didn't you tell me about it before I found out?"

"I don't know. I was scared I guess."

"About what?"

"I wasn't sure what you would think or do. I did something stupid and it backfired on me."

"Backfired? What the hell backfired?"

"You won't get mad at me will you Grady?"

"I don't know. It would probably be better if you told the truth but we'll have to wait and see."

"Grady do you remember what Colin did to me in high school?"

"Yes."

"I have been wanting to get even with him for that ever since it happened. Saturday night at the party it seemed like a good time so I set a trap for him."

"Doesn't sound like the story I heard."

"Listen to me Grady. Like I said, it backfired on me. I dressed up real good and Colin started to hit up on me. I let him think it was working and he suggested we go back to the storeroom. We kissed a little because I had to do it, to set him up. After a while he was playing with my tits, but outside my bra. I slipped my panties off and waved them under his nose to tempt him and make sure he was hard."

"Why were you doing this? What were you thinking?"

"I wanted to get even with him. I wanted to make him pay for humiliating me. Anyway, I noticed the bulge in his pants so I told him to take them off so we could enjoy ourselves. He dropped his pants and underwear and then I did the thing that girls are never supposed to do."

"Ok. What the hell did you do?"

"I pointed at his hard pecker and started to laugh. I told him that it was a pathetic excuse for a cock and that there was no way I was going to let any body with a tiny wienie like that screw me. As I teased him about his manhood it started to shrink until there was nothing left but a limp thingy."

"That was a rotten thing to do but appropriate in this case. Go on."

"I got myself together and opened the door to leave. Bob, Ray and Freddy were waiting outside the door. Evidently Colin had told them they could have seconds after he finished with me and they were patiently waiting their turns. I walked passed them and went to the ladies room laughing. When I came back to the party they were all standing around with big smiles on their faces. Apparently they had told all the other guys at the party they had screwed me in the storeroom. They said that to get even with me for humiliating Colin. I was upset and left." 

"I heard that you left with Colin."

"That's not true. I left by myself and drove straight home.

"You left your panties there for Colin?"

"No, I just forgot them when I left."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"After they twisted everything around I got scared. I didn't know what to say to you."

"So you let me find out for my self in front of all my work mates. I felt like a fool, like a cuckold. They were teasing me about what went on and I couldn't even reply because I didn't know anything. I had to find out from a secretary what happened and her story doesn't exactly match yours."

"She wasn't there. I was. What I told you is what happened. Damn it Grady, I am your wife. You are supposed to stick up for me and support me." 

Peggy started to cry and walked into the kitchen. I sat there with my coke and watched as she leaned on the Formica table and softly cried. I loved her more than anything. She was the only girl I ever cared about. She was feeding me bullshit and putting on the water works. Peggy had an agenda to preserve her marriage. Sally had no reason in the world to lie to me. I felt an urge to start questioning Peggy on each and every inconsistency in her story but decided not to. I couldn't change what happened and by forcing Peggy to admit to something that she didn't want to wouldn't accomplish anything. I did want to know the truth but I wasn't going to get it from her. I figured I would leave things as they were and let her relax.

I took another shower and got into bed with my wife. She laid her head on my shoulder, whispered that she loved me and we both fell asleep.

I still had some days coming before it was time to go back to work. The boys were glad to see me but were a little standoffish. I suggested a drive to London, which was quickly accepted. Peggy seemed to be happy that the men in her family were bonding. On the drive to London I found out the boys were both suspended for fighting, a strict No-No in our family. Reluctantly they explained they were getting a lot of flack about their mothers' party escapade and finally decided to put an end to it. Several boys with smart mouths ended up with loose teeth and black eyes. They kept the suspension from their mother but ask me for an explanation about the party. I put it off.

We went to the Maritime and Coastguard Agency. I ask for three applications and the boys were ecstatic. It took an hour to fill out all the forms. I had the all the documents we needed, including birth records and passports. After each of us had a short interview they gave us medical forms to be filled out by a physician. We went to Wagamama for supper and started home. It was agreed that nothing would be said to their mother or to their friends. The physicals were completed the next day and all we had to do now was wait. 

I always loved Peggy. She was the only girl I ever loved. She was the only girl I ever had sex with. In fact she was the only girl I ever kissed. It was difficult for me to believe that she had done something this low. I found her actions despicable and unforgivable. I was still willing to give her a chance, if by some reason her story could be proven but the odds were long. The end of that week she put the final nail in her coffin.

Peggy had been very attentive. She was careful never to mention anything about the party or any references to anything relating to the party. She never discussed my trip to Port Patrick. She was trying everything in her power to resume our life just how it had been.




Backfire



That night she was very amorous in bed. After the lights went out she started nibbling my neck and slowly worked her way down my body. She was not using her hands, just her tongue and her teeth. She sucked, kissed and nibbled her way down to my now erect tool. It had been several weeks since I had any relief and when her lips slid over my swollen head it only took a few moments for me to gush my warmth into her mouth. She held her head still and didn't move until I had finished coming then I could hear her swallow and start licking and sucking again.

This time she got me hard and straddled over me while slowing lowering her body until our pubic hair met. She was grinding herself into me in a slow steady rhythm. The lights were out but I could still see her body rocking up and down, back and forth. She was moaning in a quiet animal like fashion. It was a determined movement that quickly achieved the results she was looking for. I could feel her legs quiver as she put most of her weight on her arms and wiggled her hips in tiny little circles. Finally her whole body tensed up and shook as she had her first climax. Our bodies got warm and sticky and I could feel the bed sheets getting wet underneath me. Although she was still moving as before, it was different. The friction was gone. I was now sliding in and out of a soft moist tunnel. I could feel her body raising and falling on top of me but the only feeling around my member was warmth. She continued her movements and the warmth turned to heat. Soon I could again feel myself responding and at last it came. I raised my hips high into the air as I shot my second load into her waiting body. She pushed down on me and we fought each other this way until I finally collapsed in exhaustion. She climbed up to lay aside of me and we slept until morning.

The next day at breakfast I was hit with the ultimate in stupidity. 

"Grady, I was thinking. I would like to have another baby."

Now I knew what the love session the night before was all about.

We need a little background here to be able to appreciate the stupidity of this comment. Peggy had been on birth control pills for several years after the boys were born. About three years ago she started complaining about the side effects of the pills. I won't go into the specifics but she was having different types of female problems that were supposed to be either caused or aggravated by the pills. In any event she decided to stop taking them. We were not using any other type of birth control. 

A short time later I was in the doctors' office for a rotor cuff problem. I ask him about getting clipped and twenty minutes later I was sterile. I never mentioned this to Peggy, didn't see any need to. For the last three years Peggy and I have been having unprotected sex. No pills, no condom, no diaphragm. At no time did Peggy ever mention or wonder why she wasn't getting pregnant. Now all of a sudden she wants to wave a magic wand and have a baby. 

Either she is extremely stupid or she thinks I am extremely stupid. I looked at her in amazement. "I think that would be great honey."

Now being a man, I don't know much about pregnancy but since it had been almost three weeks since the party there is a good chance that Peggy had missed a period and was covering her ass. This put a whole new light on things so I decided to move up my schedule.

The boys were back in school and I got a chance to talk to them a little bit before they left. They seemed to understand my situation concerning their mother better than I did. I felt better knowing that I had their support and backing no matter what happened. I was not sure what was going to occur at this point. 

I spent most of the day looking for Collin Farrell. He had to be someplace. At lunchtime I went by the docks and spoke to Sally. Bob, Ray and Freddy were back at work but she had no idea what was going on with Colin. The rumor was that he was afraid I would go after him. That didn't make sense because I was a peaceable fellow. I avoided the work area so I wouldn't run in to any of my three tormenters. That afternoon I stopped by to see a local lawyer and started the paperwork needed to divorce Peggy. I didn't want to hurt her but I didn't want to live with her anymore. The boys would be on their own shortly and I didn't see any reason for me to stick around. The one remaining problem that I couldn't shake was the need to thank Colin and his boys for ruining my marriage. I know that the fault was primarily Peggy's but I couldn't punish her. Her paramours would have to pay for their poor judgment.

Freddy Springer was married but always stopped by Mac Murray's for a pint before heading home. It was just getting dark when he came out the side door and started walking along the building to his car in the rear. I surprised the hell out of him when I grabbed his left arm and twisted it up behind his back. I ran him full speed into the wall and heard a few things break as his face met the brick. His knees buckled a little but I held him by his arm as I started to pound his kidneys with my right fist. As he sank lower my fist started to hit higher and I could hear ribs cracking. I must have hit him twenty times when his arm went loose at the shoulder socket. I dropped him to the cobblestones as a group of people came down the alley. No one chased me as I calmly walked to my car and drove away.

Two hours later I was sitting in the police station. Peggy had just put the house up for collateral to get bail and was finishing the paper work. Alice Springer came storming in screaming that she wanted me put away forever. They were able to keep her away from me but she didn't shut up till Peggy talked to her. I don't know what Peggy said but Alice looked at both of us like we were dirt and walked out. Robert and Dave had my car and drove me home while Peggy followed. The boys seemed to be proud of me but I was careful not to say or do anything to encourage them. 

Freddy had a dislocated shoulder, broken nose, two black eyes and lots of internal injuries that they had not fully identified yet. Four ribs were broken but luckily none had punctured his lungs.

My wife and I didn't speak of the problem when we got home. I slept on the couch for the first time in twenty years but didn't mind. I was up and out early the next morning trying to figure out what to do next.

The Osaka-Maru was unloading at Felixstowe. The Captain, Jose Costa, was an agreeable man and was willing to take me on when and if I got my papers. I promised to get back to him later in the week. 

On the way home I stopped to top off the gas tank. Just as I finished up I noticed someone rushing toward me. I turned just as Ray Collins hit me on the left side with a piece of two by four. The wood glanced off my left arm before cracking a couple of ribs. I squinted my eyes and bent over from the pain. I remember trying to breath and not being able to inhale. With my eyes closed I saw bright white flashes and then felt my knees buckle. The wooden club made a funny clunking noise as it bounced around on the asphalt. Ray wasn't able to hold on to it after the impact. My right hand darted out as I was falling and grabbed some flannel. I was able to twist around to the left as I rammed my right fist, with flannel, into the ground. I felt myself land on Rays' body, hard. My eyes were still clinched shut trying to block out the pain in my left side. I could not move my left arm. I was acting on instinct as my right hand started to hammer up and down. I don't know what I was hitting but as long as it wasn't asphalt it was good. Both sides of my body were working independent of each other. As my left side was crunching up for protection, my right side was attacking anything it could find. At first Ray was squirming under me, trying to get free but after a few seconds he was still. I didn't stop hitting him until some customers pulled me off. I still couldn't get a good breath of air and it hurt like hell. 

One of the medics gave me a shot and I slept all the way to the hospital. I woke up a few hours later with a sling on my left arm and my body taped tight. I was able to breath but with care. Peggy was there and did not look pleased.

"Damn it Grady. What do you think you are doing? You are making a hell of a fuss over that little party problem."

"Sorry honey. I didn't do anything. Why did your boyfriend attack me with a two by four? And what do you mean by a 'little party problem'? Either I get a better explanation about what went on that Saturday, or I will continue talking to people."

"You are not talking. You are hunting them down and thumping them."

I gave her a big smile. "Why would I want to do something like that?"

"Stop acting like a bully and stop referring to them as my boyfriends." Peggy walked out the door just as the doctor came in.

I was more bruised than broken. Ray swung that wood like a little boy. My arm was just sore and the cracks in my ribs were superficial. The pain and problem I had breathing was just from the impact. Early the next morning Robert and Dave came and picked me up. They were grinning from ear to ear and I told them to can it. Ray on the other hand was in bad shape. He would be eating through a straw for about a month until his jaw healed and it would be at least a week till the swelling goes down on his face. One errant blow did happen to break his left collarbone. Of course all the blows were errant because I had no idea what I was hitting at the time.

There were no charges against me because several people testified that Ray attacked me first.

I had to call in to work and get another week off, this time as sick leave. I talked to Sally for a while and she told me that Bob Timbers had quit work and his final paycheck was being sent to his brothers' house in Aberdeen. They still had no idea where Colin was.

Peggy and I were not communicating very well. I was sleeping on the couch every night now. I was able to shed the arm sling pretty quickly but my ribs were still a little sore. At least I could move and breathe normally. The Osaka-Maru was leaving in four days. I stopped by to see my lawyer. The divorce papers were ready so I told him to have them served in four days. I was leaving everything with Peggy. She would get the house but the bonding company would take it when I skipped bail. I could care less. I included a copy of the vasectomy paper work and a recent sperm count lab report in with the divorce papers.

I made a few phone calls to some friends in Scotland and spent some time at the gym trying to recover from the two by four attack. Henry Clark was not happy to see me leave and agreed to keep my departure quiet as long as he could. I ask him to look out for my boys if necessary.

Peggy had stopped going to the gym and the house was going to pot. The wash was backing up and the general appearance of the whole place was going down hill. The meals were just thrown together and the conversation was less than sparkling. I swear it looked like she was putting on weight again. The whole world went to shit in four weeks.

The next day the boys handed me my set of maritime papers. I had never seen them so happy. All three of us were ready to go. I told them to wait and finish this year of school before making any decisions. I don't think they were listening to me. I returned to the Osaka-Maru and took care of everything I had to. The quartermaster gave me a list of things I had to get prior to sailing the next morning. I got my gear and checked into my room on board and then left ship one last time. Robert had left his Triumph Bonneville 750 parked at the end of the dock. A few minutes later I was on my way to Aberdeen. 

An eight hours trip on a motorcycle is not a pleasure. The Triumph was shaking so hard that you could not read the odometer. The motor ran smooth and the weather held but I was still glad when I arrived. 

My friends had located Bob Timbers and planned to have him at the Four Crowns. The men's at that place was in the back and you had to exit the building to get to it. I stopped in and looked around just enough to let my buddies know I had arrived. Then I went to the side of the building and waited. The first two guys were local but then Bob came out. I heard the door lock behind him as he started toward the toilet. 

I grabbed his right arm like I did Freddy's and shoved his head against the stone wall of the building as I went down the alley way. His whole face was scraping along the stone as I walked and he stumbled. I went about fifty feet and dropped him against the wall. He was half moaning and half crying in pain. By the dim glow from the streetlight I could see his right eye socket was solid blood. His cheekbone was showing below his eye and the entire side of his face was one big abrasion.

"Don't kill me Grady, please don't kill me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." 

Now I had no intention of killing him but I figured there was no point in telling him that. "I'll give you a choice, Bob. Tell me the truth about everything that happened at the party and I'll let you live. Lie to me and you die." 

"Ok, OK. I'm hurting Grady."

"Talk damn it and I'll get you a doctor."

"When Peggy came into the party without you, Colin got all excited. He started bragging about how he was going to get her loaded and shag her ass. She did look good, Grady, honest. She was all dressed up and looked liked she wanted to have fun. Colin started loading her up with drinks and he told us that we could have sloppy seconds. We didn't think he could pull it off. After a bit he took her back to the storeroom and we followed him. Are you sure you want to hear this Grady?"

"Yes. Keep going."

"Ok but don't hurt me any more. We could hear Colin and Peggy behind the door going at it. She was moaning and saying dirty stuff like the girls in the porno movies. We got hot as hell just listening. After awhile Colin opened the door. Peggy was on the couch with one knee in the air and her bush exposed. It was sticky with cum. Her top was down to her waist, her tits were out and she had a big smile on her face. We each took turns fucking her and she started blowing us while she was being screwed. Grady, we never hurt her. We never forced her to do anything she didn't want to do. Colin and Freddy fucked her in the ass but Ray and I weren't into that. When we got done we helped her get dressed. She and Colin left together and I think they stopped someplace before he dropped her off but I don't know for sure. That's it Grady. I'm sorry. We didn't hurt her honest and we didn't make her do anything she didn't want to do."

I just looked at him. "Do you know where Colin Farrell is?" He just shook his head no. This man was in no position to lie to me. His story was a lot closer to the one Sally told me than to the one Peggy told me. His face looked gross in the yellow light. He was bleeding more and his eye socket was turning a dull black color. Flakes of skin were hanging from his cheek and the raw meat under it was bright red. I knocked on the locked pub door, shook hands with a couple of old friends and got on the bike. 

A few miles down the road I passed the medical emergency vehicle going to the pub. It was early morning when I parked the Triumph at the spot I picked it up and boarded the Osaka-Maru. Robert would pick up the bike later. My first duty schedule was that night so I spent the rest of the day resting from my trip. That damn motorcycle beat the hell out of me. I should have taken the car.

I woke up several hours later, showered and got some supper. My supervisor gave me a job description, explained my duties and left me by myself. It was an entry-level job and was not that difficult or mind-boggling. My crewmates were less than friendly and not very helpful. They would answer any direct questions I had but offer no help or advice and none of them seemed interested in establishing any kind of association. I was looking forward to some sort of connection with the rest of the crew but it looks like it will not be easy. They all seemed to be friendly with each other but I was not included in the circle. I decided to wait it out. 

Peggy was now aware that I was gone. She should have been served her divorce papers that morning. I am sure that Bob Timbers had given his whole story to the officials by now. I could see my two demon sons snickering to each other over the current events. My shift ended and I went to bed.

Two days later I was summoned to the Captains office in the middle of the day. Captain Costa did not look happy as I stood in front of him. 

"Mister Baxter, The Royal Navy has requested permission to land a helicopter on the Osaka-Maru in order to transport you back to the main land. I received an extensive wire this morning justifying their request. I will summarize some of the items on the extradition request. If there are any errors you can explain them."

I simply nodded in agreement.

"They wish to talk to you about the disappearance of a fellow named Colin Farrell. You have charges against you for the beating of a man named Fred Springer so badly that he lost one kidney and might lose the other. You forfeited bail on that charge. You have charges against you for the maiming of a fellow named Ray Collins that was listed as self-defense, but is being changed because of the severity. Finally on the night you boarded this ship you beat a man named Bob Timber in Aberdeen so bad that he lost his right eye. I don't know how the hell you could be here and in Aberdeen at the same time and I don't want to know. It says here that all this mayhem was done with your bare hands to avenge a personal affront. Do you have any comments Mister Baxter?"

"Sir I am sorry for any problems I might have caused you."

"I mean about the charges."

"Just that if I could have found Colin Farrell he would be in the hospital with the other three. I really don't know where that son-of-a-bitch is. I'll pack my things and get ready for the helicopter when it arrives."

Captain Costa just looked at me and smiled. "That won't be necessary. I told them you never got aboard. There is no Grady Baxter on the Osaka-Maru. Now get back to work."

I went back to the crew quarters, took a shower and got ready for my shift. By the time I finished the evening meal the police report had circulated through the entire crew. For the rest of the tour I had more friends that I could handle.

I had no contact with anyone from home until we were about a month out. I got a wire from my lawyer. The divorce had already been finalized so I was now a free man. Peggy lost the house to the bail bond company when I left the country. Colin Farrell was in the hospital with extensive internal injuries and two broken kneecaps. The police were looking for Robert and Dave in connection with the beating. My sons found Colin with Peggy in our bedroom before the house was taken back. Peggy was now living in Austell with her sister. She was pregnant and her old weight problem was creeping back. I still had charges pending and my attorney recommended that I do not return. He had no idea where my sons were.

The news left me with mixed emotions. The next day at breakfast the Captain walked passed the table and stopped.

"I just wanted to let you know that Robert and Dave Baxter are not aboard the Tanaka-Maru headed for Cape Town." We both smiled. I always wanted to be a sea faring man.



Backfire



"Scott, please, hear me out - just for a moment or so. I have a suggestion that may have some value. Let me draw up a Notice of Intent to Divorce for you and have it served on Lily. It's a document declaring that unless Lily agrees to counseling or couples mediation you will file for divorce. It's not as final as divorce papers and it can give both of you a chance to cool down. Please, Scott, at least think about my suggestion." pleaded George.

Scott sat quietly for a moment before speaking. "Okay, George, let me think about this for a day or two. I have to tell you that I have my doubts. Lily is so sure that I cheated that she'll probably go bonkers when she sees that. But let me get back to you, I promise I'll let you know soon," and with that the two men shook hands and parted. 

********************

Angie grinned at Carl as he sat nude on her office sofa, his erection pointing up at the ceiling.

"Boy, are you proud of that flagpole. That extra inch you have on Frank really pleases you, doesn't it," chuckled Angie who had disrobed to her panties.

"Hey, cupcake, don't mock that extra inch. I figure seven is better than six and this flagpole is waiting to be mounted. C'mon, Ang. Slide that sweet pussy down on peter here."

"Jeez, Carl. Aren't you the romantic one. No sweet whispers, no exclamation of love?" she complained, tongue in cheek, as she rid herself of the panties and approached him.

She slowly eased herself on his lap, taking his straining cock in her hand and placing the head between the lips of her vulva. Angie, despite her cool demeanor, was wet and very aroused. Carl slipped in easily as she continued to lower herself until she was fully impaled.

"Ahhhhh," she moaned. "Damn Frank, if he could only make me feel like this, but his golf is more important," she murmured as she rose and then lowered herself on Carl's rampant cock.

"Mmmmm, thank goodness for golf and Saturdays. This is terrific, Ang," Carl said softly. "Your hubby plays his golf and we get to play in your office. It sounds fair to me," laughed Carl as he held Angie's hips and guided her movements.

Carl then allowed Angie to move at her will. She had her hands clasped around his neck as she rose and descended slowly. She then picked up the pace and began moving more rapidly as she felt her orgasm approaching. Her breathing quickened until she finally sank with a whimper. The muscles in her neck strained as she tensed and let her climax wash over her.

Angie remained in that position for a bit, on Carl's lap with his throbbing erection still deep inside of her, gasping, trying to regain her breath . She felt him caressing her back and murmuring softly. 

"Carl," she breathed, "You're a horny woman's dream. Frank would have come in around five seconds and you're still stiff as a steel rod. Let's see what we can do about that."

Carl laughed and then quickly flipped Angie over until she was seated on the sofa, her thighs spread, her pussy gaping obscenely. Moisture glistened on her pubic hair and a small pool had collected at the base of her vagina. Angie sat quietly, looking up at her lover as he stood before her. He then went to his knees and began to softly kiss her thighs and the approach to her steaming cunt.

"Oh, my God," muttered Angie as Carl's tongue gently teased the lips of her pussy. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled him forcibly into her crotch. He spent the next few minutes down south, licking and sucking until Angie was virtually crying out for release again. Car suddenly rose to his feet, turned Angie on her stomach, lifted her hips and plunged into her very wet vagina. He held her hips up and fucked her. There was nothing loving or gentle in his thrusting, this was raw and basic copulation. Then with a roar Carl ejaculated deep inside of her, his bellow drowning out Angie's shrill keening. 

Both had collapsed, lying together exhausted on the sofa. Angie turned her head to Carl. "Holy shit," she whispered. "That was fantastic lover. I hope that you had your Wheaties this morning, I'm not finished - no, not by a long shot. By the way, did you show that photo to Lily Palmer yet?"

Carl chuckled quietly. "Yeah. I waited until she was alone in her office, not many people around. I walked in and give her a line of bullshit that I didn't think a decent person like her deserved to be treated as Scott was doing. I told her that I wanted to show her something but she had to promise to leave me entirely out of it, and I then showed her the photo."

Carl paused and smiled again. "I, at first, thought she was going to throw a fit, but she just turned to me and asked if she could have the photo. I told her no, that this was totally confidential, but if she really needed it in the future to let me know and I would see if I could give it to her. I could see the fire in her eyes so I got out of there as soon as I could. Angie, that picture was perfect. We didn't even need just a waist down shot. With the soft focus and from the back, it sure did look like Scott, and with that tattoo on his ass there was little doubt."

Angie had a self-satisfied smile on her face. "Good, good," she said softly. "There goes that "perfect" marriage. Let her suffer, the bitch."

******************* 

"Lily, you had better calm down. Losing control of yourself isn't going to help the situation," counseled Claire, Lily's sister. They were seated in Claire's kitchen, a half empty coffee cup in front of each sister. Claire again glanced out of the window, watching her two children playing on the back lawn. 

Lily sighed and put her cup down. "I know you're right, Claire, but I'm still so steamed. The bastard cheated, he was unfaithful and he has the balls to tell me he loves me and he never betrayed me. I saw the proof, Claire. I saw a photo of him screwing a dark haired bitch. I don't know what to do. I'm really tempted to just divorce Scott. I can't trust him anymore. I'll never be able to trust him." Her voice broke as her eyes filled with tears.

Claire just shook her head, truly puzzled. "I'm sorry, honey. I really am. It's just so hard to believe. Not Scotty, anyone but Scotty. I know that he adores you. My God, it's plastered all over his face every time he looks at you. There something awfully strange about this whole situation, Lily. No, no, don't get pissed at me," she stopped Lily as she was about to interrupt her. "I really wish that you would sit down with Scott and just talk with him, and talk without losing your temper."

"What's to talk about, Claire," replied Lily glumly. "I tell him that I know that he cheated on me and he replies again and again that he never has. He lies like a rug, Claire. He won't admit it. You know how stubborn he can be. I know he cheated and he won't admit it."

Claire's housecoat had opened a bit and Lily was surprised to see quite a bit of cleavage become exposed. It looked like Claire had forgotten to put a bra on before answering the door. When Claire absently scratched the inside of her knee, exposing quite a bit of her leg, Lily couldn't help but notice a trail of a whitish, milky substance running down her thigh.

Lily flushed and rose quickly to her feet. "I'm sorry, Claire. I'm sorry I barged in on you like this," she stammered. "I'll come back another time. I didn't mean to come so early." Lily was babbling and Claire stared at her in amazement, wondering what had come over her. She then noticed Lily's gaze and blushed as she noticed the condition of her inner thighs.

Clair quickly collected herself and laughed. "Take it easy, sis. Don was a bit amorous this morning while the kids were watching TV downstairs. Sit, sit - just give me a minute to clean up. I'll be right back."

Lily wandered into the living room as Claire went upstairs. She looked wistfully at a picture of Scott and herself that Claire had on an end table. It was a shot of the two of them during their honeymoon. She wondered if they would ever again be that happy. Lily then wandered into the kitchen where she poured herself another cup of coffee. Sitting at the table, she again tried to make sense of why Scott was so insistent that she was wrong. Damn, she saw the proof, he should be begging for forgiveness. 

Lily was startled as the doorbell chimed. Knowing that Claire and Don were upstairs she went to the door and was greeted by a short, rotund man who asked if she was Lily Palmer. 

"Yes, I'm Lily Palmer, who are you?" she replied. Handing her a folded document, the man told her that she had been served, turned and walked away. Lily stood in amazement, looking at his retreating back and then at the paper in her hand in puzzlement.

Moments later, as Claire was descending the staircase, she stopped in shock as she heard Lily shrieking. "That son-of-a-bitch, that dirty, rotten bastard. I'll see him in hell first. I'll cut his balls off, that rotten prick. He hasn't seen anything yet. I'll castrate him."

Claire rushed into the living room and found a wild-eyed, disheveled Lily, pacing the floor and spitting curses at her absent husband. She whirled on Claire and thrust the paper at her. "Look, look at this. Look what that bastard had the gall to do. He had me served with this.....this..... piece of shit called a......a......what the hell is it called?" 

She looked at it again before surrendering it to her sister. "A Notice of Intent to......to Divorce," she sputtered. "He threatens to divorce me unless I go into......into.... ccccounseling," she stammered incredulously. "He fucks around and wants ME to go into counseling, the bastard. Oh, the unmitigated gall. I just can't believe the unmitigated gall." 

"Lily, Lily," Claire had to raise her voice so as to be heard over Lily's. "Just calm down. NOW, Lily. Calm down," Claire commanded. 

"Okay, okay, Claire," Lily had regained control, although her face was still red with rage. She bit her lip and flopped down on the sofa and Claire saw that she was still trembling with anger.

Claire was reading the document that Lily had thrust at her. "I don't understand. Why would Scott send you this? It just doesn't make sense, sis. Think about it. Scotty isn't devious, you know that. What you see is what you get with him. Why on earth would he want YOU to go into counseling if HE screwed up?"

Claire sat next to her sister and just looked puzzled. Claire knew Lily well and at this point was very suspicious of Lily's claim. She also knew Scott and she was pretty well convinced that Scott wouldn't cheat on Lily consciously. If Lily did indeed have proof of his infidelity, then something strange must have caused Scott to loose control. And if he did, Claire was certain Scott wouldn't be sending Lily an such an ultimatum. That, she knew, was totally out of character. 

Lily had regained a modicum of control. Her facial flush had been replaced by a paleness that was startling by comparison. Her lips had tightened and she spoke calmly, her voice almost emotionless. "That's it, Claire. This is....... over the top. I'm beginning to hate him and what he's been doing to me. It's obvious that he doesn't love me anymore and I'm not even sure of my own feelings right now." 

Tears had started to form in Lily's eyes. "I'm going to start divorce proceedings, Claire. This marriage is....... over." Her voice broke and she put her hands over her face, allowing the tears to come.

********************

It was a warm evening and the air was filled with the smells of spring. Lawns that had been mown that day still gave off their fragrance and the trees had blossomed with new growth. It was a season filled with the promise of new life, but Scott Palmer was oblivious to all of that. 

He was seated in his brother's living room, cuddling a glass of Dewar's in his palms. Marc and his wife Marie sat across from him on the couch. Both their eyes were filled with concern. Marc finally broke the awkward silence.

"Scott, it was nice having you for dinner, but that's not the real reason you called, is it?"

Scott sighed wearily and nodded. "Yeah, you're right, Marc." He then smiled awkwardly. "You could always read me. Not much I can hide from you. By the way, Marie, dinner was delicious, thanks again."

Marie nodded, her smile tentative, but the look of concern returned quickly. "Oh Scotty, this whole situation is so tragic. I know that you love Lily and that she adores you. What on earth is going on; this is so crazy."

Scott was quiet for a moment then began to speak, but in a voice that was so low that his hosts had to strain to listen. "I know, Marie. It is crazy, but I've had time to think. We all know how Lily is, she blows up easily, but she usually calms down quickly enough. Everyone knows that she doesn't carry a grudge." He sat quietly for another moment, obviously gathering his thoughts.

"Something's going on, something completely out of the ordinary. I lost my temper at Lily, at her ridiculous accusation.........I was royally pissed that she would even dream that I would cheat on her. But she continues to insist that she's right, that she has seen the proof. Lily's excitable, but she's not nuts and she's not stupid." Scott paused, was pensive for another moment then continued.

"Marc, Marie," he looked up at them. "I think somebody's screwing with us. I'm not being paranoid, but I really think that somebody is trying to fuck up my marriage." Scott reddened and quickly apologized to Marie. "Sorry, Marie. Please excuse my language." Marie waved her hand dismissively.

Marc sat, nodding, a satisfied look on his face. "I think you're right, Scott. I've been thinking along those exact lines. I can't think of any other explanation for Lily's behavior. You may be on to something.....something really stinks here. I think it's time to be proactive."

"You're right, Marc," replied Scott. "I think it's time for me to sit down and have a serious conversation with Lily, something I had been foolishly avoiding."

********************

Lily stood in the shower, absently swiping the soapy washcloth over her skin. She was deep in thought, her innate common sense finally starting to kick in somewhat. She really had had no opportunity for a reasoned, sensible discussion with herself since that fateful day when she had been shown that horrible picture. Since then a whirlwind of emotions, from anger to grief, had swept her along. Now, many of the things that Claire had pointed out were awakening her and causing her to consider what was happening. Scott's infidelity, she finally realized, was so out of character, that there had to be another explanation for that photograph.

"Ohhhhh, that photo, that horrible photo," she thought. "Scott's tattoo pictured so prominately on his..................." Lily froze, her eyes widening. The color left her face, leaving her ashen. In the photograph, the tattoo was on the left hip. Scott's tattoo was on his right!!!!! She then crumpled to the floor of the shower, letting the water cascade over her. She started to sob in regretful sorrow, the tears flowing. "Oh, you stupid, stupid fool."she whimpered. "How could you have been so dumb," she castigated herself as she fought to control her tears. 

********************

Lily was seated at her desk later that day, her mind obviously not on her work when Carl Crowe walked into her office. Her eyes narrowed just a bit as she watched his face light up with a smile.

"Hi Lily, I just wanted to stop by and see how you were doing. I really hated being the messenger of such crappy news, you know that. I hope that you got to the bottom of the......ah, problem?" he asked smoothly.

"Thanks, Carl," Lily replied evenly. "I see you have another envelope under your arm. Is that the picture you showed me? I really need it, Carl. If I'm to go ahead with my plans, I really need that photograph."

Carl's eyes lit up as he heard Lily's words. His mind quickly assumed that her next steps would be the divorce court and he was prepared. "Yeah, Lily," he replied. "The picture I showed you and a couple of others are in here. They will tell you all you need to know. No words are needed." He then placed the large, tan envelop on her desk.

"Look, Lily,' he continued in a low and conspiratorial tone. "I know that this is difficult for you and I really can sympathize. It's really rotten when someone you love plays around on you. I want you to know that you can count on me........ for anything. Understand? anything, anything at all. Okay?"

Lily smiled, but Carl didn't notice that the smile did not reach her eyes. She nodded. "Thanks, Carl. I do appreciate it; you've been a good guy and I won't forget what you've done. Believe me, I won't forget."

The day passed slowly for Lily, the hours dragging by. Strong emotions again wracked her, but she managed to control them while trying to come up with some kind of plan. She felt rage consume her at times, perspiration flowing down between her breasts and down her back. Finally, realizing that she wouldn't be able to get anything done, she gave an excuse and left work early.

Arriving home Lily mounted the stairs and quickly shed her clothing in the bedroom. She felt sticky from perspiration and was far from sure that her deodorant was still working. She entered the shower and let the hot water relax her tense muscles. Soaping herself and rinsing she started to feel a bit more human, although still filled with rage as to what was being done to her marriage and bitter recrimination of how she had treated her husband.

Drying herself, Lily entered the bedroom again then paused, listening. She was sure that she had heard the front door open and close. Quickly donning a robe, she opened Scott's closet door and extracted a six iron from the golf bag nestled in the corner. Lily silently crept down the stairs, a bit frightened, not knowing what to expect. From near the foot of the staircase she saw a figure in the living room. She almost turned to run up the stairs to a phone when she realized that the figure was Scott. 

For a long moment they stood gaping at each other. Then Lily, with a sob caught in her throat, ran and flung herself at her husband, clasping him around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "Ohhh, Scotty. I'm so sorry, please forgive me....... please Scotty. I've been such a damn, stupid fool, I know that I don't deserve you.you've got to forgivemeScottyplease I'mbeggingyou."

Her words were running together, becoming unintelligible. Scott just stood there, totally flummoxed, this being a reception that for which he was totally unprepared. He had expected a cold and bitter Lily, not this broken woman begging for his forgiveness. Taking her arms in his hands, he attempted to pull her away from him just a bit when she planted her lips on his and kissed him desperately, not realizing that she still held the six iron, the head of which was tapping into Scott's skull. 

"Jeez, Lily," he gasped as he came up for air. "My head, jeez, put the damn club down." 

Lily, realizing that she was still grasping the golf club, turned red and flung the six iron from her.

"Lily, jeez, careful. Those irons cost me a fortune," complained Scott.

They then stood and looked at each other, beginning to recognize the total absurdity, the idiotic incongruity of the whole situation. Lily then, despite her fears, giggled. She quickly put a hand over her mouth in horror, apprehension in her eyes. Scott blinked, blinked again and tried to suppress a grin, failed and let a chuckle escape him. In wasn't long before they were both holding each other, howling with laughter.

Wiping tears from his eyes, Scott then held Lily to him and, his voice low, murmured softly. "Honey, we have to talk, we really have to talk."

"I know, sweetheart, I know," Lily answered dreamily. "I know that that's important.....but something is even more important now." Lily then shook the robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there, nude, and slowly sank to her knees. She reached up to his fly and attempted to lower his zipper. Grasping her hand, Scott just shook his head, 




Backfire



"Please, Scott. I want to do this. I really need to do this, plus, for some odd reason, I'm horny as hell. Don't stop me, Scotty." Slowly his hand released his hold and she then unfastened his trousers and lowered them along with his shorts to the floor. His cock was now hard and throbbing and Lily grasped it by the base and brought the head to her lips, lightly flicking her tongue across the smooth skin.

Lily suddenly engulfed him totally, her nose buried in his pubic hair. She slowly moved back, almost allowing him to slip from her lips and then buried him in her throat again. Scott moaned and, despite himself, sank to the floor, disengaging himself from his wife's mouth.

"It's been too long, Lily. I'm ready to ..... explode," he stammered. Lily quickly shed him of his clothing and moved into his arms. She felt his throbbing erection against her belly and moved sensually against him, smearing the lubrication leaking from him across her flesh. Kissing him then passionately again, she mounted Scott, shifted slightly and with almost no effort, felt him slip effortlessly into her steaming pussy. 

Lily sat still for a moment, gazing into her husband's eyes. "Scotty, I love you. I love you with all my heart and I'll spend the rest of my life proving that to you." With those words she began to slowly raise and lower herself, feeling Scott slide in and out of her while holding her hands steady on his chest and keeping her eyes locked onto his. They were both much too aroused to last very long and as Scott moaned, Lily felt him pulse deep within her which triggered her own orgasm. She lay atop him for a few brief moments in post orgasmic bliss and then shifted to his side, letting his arms enfold her.

After awhile, Lily rose to her feet pulling Scott along with her. "Let's go, honey. Let's go upstairs to our bedroom. I said that I would spend the rest of my life proving my love for you, and that begins tonight." Scott smiled down at her and hand in hand they ascended the stairs.

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The early morning sun, creeping past the window blinds, woke Lily. She stretched and gazed lovingly at her husband lying beside her. Her eyes teared momentarily, recognizing how close she had come to losing him because of her stupid temper. Quietly she got out of bed and moved to the bathroom where she peed and then took a quick shower. Drying herself, she had a thought, grinned and tossed the towel aside. She tiptoed quietly back to the bed and gently lowered herself, scooting next to Scott.

Lily examined his strong, naked body and felt herself getting moist. His penis was lying flaccidly along his thigh. She reached and ran her finger along the ridge of it's head and almost giggled as she saw it twitch. Taking the entire length in her hand she squeezed it gently. She felt it start to swell a bit and then quickly moved down and engulfed it, feeling it grow to it's full length in her mouth. Keeping her eyes on Scott, who continued to sleep in blissful unawareness, she allowed his cock to move from her lips until just the head was on her tongue, which she laved gently.

Lily saw Scott move restlessly and a small moan escaped him. She smiled with her eyes as he finally awoke and saw his wife's head at his groin and felt her tongue caressing his phallus. He moaned softly again. "Damn, Lily. I'll give you 2 hours to stop that," he muttered. Lily continued her ministrations until she felt his cock begin to swell a bit. She then quickly removed her mouth before his impending ejaculation. Scott moaned again, this time in frustration. Lily giggled and moved up the bed.  

"My turn, honey," she said softly as she smoothly moved across him and straddled his head. He looked up and saw her soft, blond trimmed pussy hovering above him. The pink lips were slightly agape and her moisture was very evident. He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her down to him, breathing in her sweet fragrance. He worked his tongue like a magic wand, moving it from her vagina up to her clitoris and teasing it gently. Lily threw back her head, her hands clutching his head, pulling him more tightly to her. She shuddered, feeling her orgasm approaching.

Quickly, Lily moved down until she felt Scott's cock rubbing against the lips of her pussy. Reaching beneath her, she grasped his throbbing member, almost jammed the head of his cock between her nether lips and sank gratefully down until she was fully impaled. That was all it took. She heard Scott grunt and she knew that he was about to blow. Lily tensed and allowed her orgasm to overwhelm her as she felt Scott pulse and spew inside of her. She seemed to freeze in a rictus of spasmodic agony until she finally gasped and fell, exhausted, on top of her husband who enfolded her in his arms. They both drifted off to sleep in that position until hunger pangs finally awoke them and convinced them to descend to the kitchen for a late breakfast .

After a meal of scrambled eggs and scrabble (Scott's weakness) they settled in the study with large mugs of coffee and the photos that Lily displayed on the coffee table. She grimaced as she viewed the photos again, disgusted at herself for being taken in. 

"Look, Scott. The tattoo is on the wrong hip, that's what finally awakened me and made me realize what I fool I've been," Lily said ruefully.

Scott shook his head. "Stop beating yourself up, Lily. As we said, we're moving on and now we're going to get to the bottom of this." He sat back with a puzzled frown on his face. "Now why would Crowe do this? What reason would he have? Scott mused.

Lily thought for a moment, then said, "Didn't he get really pissed when you got the Packard account? You told me that he was mad enough to spit nails."

"Yeah, but would he do something like this for revenge? It just seems so over the top, even for Crowe." Scott shook his head again. "It just seems so strange."

Lily picked up one of the photos again. "Scott," she said and the intensity in her voice was obvious. "Take a look at this, the woman in the photo. Look at her ankle, that scar."

Scott looked at the photo held by Lily. He saw the small, half moon scar and looked at Lily with a puzzled expression. "Doesn't register, honey. What about it?"

"Sonofabitch," Lily grated. "I know who that bitch is, it's Angie Rizzo. I swear I'll kill her." She looked up at her husband, fire in her eyes. "I know it's her, Scott. I'm sure of it."

"Okay, okay, Lily. Just calm down now. Get control of yourself," Scott tried to calm her and was pleased when the fire in her eyes dimmed a bit. She nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm alright, Scott, but I definitely know it's that bitch. She's in this scam along with that prick, Carl," she spat out.

Scott sat back, a puzzled expression on his face. "But why, Lily? Why would she do a rotten thing like this? Shit, I barely know her. What does she have against me?"

Lily laughed bitterly. "It's not you, honey. It's me. The stupid bitch thinks that I'm the one who blabbed about an affair she was having and which almost caused her husband to divorce her. I still don't know why he didn't. I denied it, but she didn't believe me so I told her to go fuck herself. This is her way to get back at me and that idiot Carl went along with her."

Lily's eyes suddenly widened and she jumped to her feet. "Scott, Scott, guess what? We have the proof that she's screwing around again. It's right there in the photographs. The stupid morons never even realized that they hung themselves by taking those pictures. The tattoo is fake and we can prove that and the scar on her ankle gives her away." 

Scott just sat there, thinking........"Wait, wait, Lily." He held up his hand. "You're going off half-cocked again. We don't have "proof", we really don't have squat. What we have is totally circumstantial. Wait a second, let me think." Lily started to override his objections, but thought better of it and reseated herself.

Lily continued to sit and fidget while Scott sat, rapt in thought. She finally rose and told Scott that she would refill their coffee mugs and Scott nodded absently. When Lily returned with fresh coffee she saw Scott sitting there with a small smile on his face.

"Okay, honey," he said. "I think I have the beginning of an idea, but a lot of parts have to come together; it gets a little complicated. Just listen, I'm now just flying by the seat of my pants." Scott paused, collecting his thoughts. 

"You know Jon Russell, one of the guys I golf with." It was a statement more than a question and Lily nodded. "Well, a few weeks ago we were sitting around with a couple of beers after the 18th hole, the other two, Crowe and Fisher had already left. Jon was bitching about the Regency, his small boutique hotel, in center city. It really hasn't been doing well and his two partners wanted to turn it into a very private and exclusive brothel. One of the partners, a John Benboe, ran an illegal whorehouse in Vegas, but was busted and had to get out of town. He told Jon that he has the experience and that they could make a fortune. The other partner loves the idea but Jon sure doesn't." "Scott," Lily complained, getting a bit agitated. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Hold your horses, kid, I'm getting to that. Jon wants nothing to do with that and he would love to buy them out, but they won't sell, so he kind of divorced himself from the hotel's operation. He just became an investor. He doesn't want anything to do with the day by day functions. Now here's what I have in mind.........." and Scott explained to Lily just what he had in mind. 

********************"

The next evening Scott and Jon Russell were seated in a small, center city lounge, sipping their drinks. Jon was looking at Scott quizzically, a small smile on his face. "Okay, Scott. Thanks for the drink, now tell me why I'm here. I'm sure that it's something nefarious," he laughed.

"Jon, I need your help and after I tell you what I want you to do, I'll try to explain my reasons and how this will help you also. Remember Crowe mentioning that he was banging some broad?" Jon nodded and said, "he's always banging some broad, Scott, so what?"

"Well, what I want you to do is tell him about the little boutique brothel and offer to let him use a room there anytime he wants. You know Crowe, he's cheap as dirt - he'll jump at the chance to get a nice room in a nice place for nothing."

Jon sat there, frowning. "I can do that, Scott, but, you had better tell me what's going on. You figuring on getting my ass burnt?"

"You know better than that, Jon," Scott chuckled. "Here is why I want you to do this," and he related what Crowe and his married girlfriend had done and were doing to him and to Lily. 

Jon sat there, amazement on his face. "I can't believe that...... I mean I can, but that's got to be the most rotten thing I've heard in a hell of a long time. That prick, I never did like him. Scotty, I'm more than happy to help you. Even though I'm not involved in the place's operation anymore, I can surely get a room anytime I want. Now tell me why you want this." Scott explained just what he had in mind.

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The following evening Scott strode purposefully up the walk to his brother's house. He had called and was reassured when Marc told him to come ahead, but that Marie was out - it was her bridge night.

Scott didn't have to knock, Marc had the front door open by the time he reached it. They hugged briefly and moved into the living room. Scott sank into the sofa gratefully, trying to relax. He was obviously stiff with tension and his shoulders and neck ached. Marc looked at his brother with a worried expression.

"Okay, Scott. Tell me what's going on. It looks like you're ready to explode. Have things gotten that much worse with you and Lily?"

Scott shook his head firmly. "No, no, Marc. We're ok, really. We're fine now, but I have a story that I'd like to tell you."

Marc sat there and listened, at first with astonishment and then with a burning anger at how his brother's marriage had almost been derailed. Marc didn't say anything for a few moments when Scott had finished his tale. He had paled a bit, obviously trying to control his temper. He swallowed and then looked at Scott.

"Look, Scotty. I can just imagine how you feel, but don't do anything rash. The important thing in all of this is that you and Lily have seen through this despicable charade and have reunited. That's the bottom line, Scott, that's the important thing," Marc concluded intently, trying to forestall any precipitous action by his younger brother.

Scott smiled slightly and reassured him. "Don't sweat it , Marc. I'm not going to go out and shoot the bastard, though I sure feel like it. Also, I'm not going to do anything that will get me into any trouble, but I am going to try to burn Crowe's ass. He's going to learn that crap like he's pulled has it's consequences." Scott paused and then explained to Marc how he could help him bring down both Crowe and Angie Rizzo.

Marc sat with his mouth agape as Scott finished outlining his plan, then chuckled quietly and shook his head. "Remind me not to get you pissed off at me, bro." He then sat back and let the laughter come. "Count me in, just let me know a couple of days in advance and we'll be ready to go."

********************

Scott waited patiently, contacting Jon Russell from time to time, gathering information. He kept his brother Marc in the loop. It wasn't long before the call came. Jon Russell called him on a Friday.

"Scott, tomorrow's the day. I gave Carl a key card for room 312. He told me he would be there tomorrow evening around 8 p.m. It seems like her hubby is out of town. I didn't ask any questions, just smiled like a good guy."

Scott smiled, just a bit of satisfaction in the facial gesture. "Thanks, Jon. I do appreciate your help."

"No problem, Scott. The bastard deserves everything he's going to get, and what's even better, I'll benefit also. The place will be closed down and I'm sure that I can buy those goons out then. I should be thanking you. Look, Scott. I've got to go now, I expect to read all about it in the paper," and he chuckled as he broke the connection.

Scott quickly redialed. "Marc, it's me. It's on for tomorrow. Crowe and his slut will be there tomorrow at 8 p.m., room 312. I guess the best time would be around 8:30 or so - give them time to really get into it."

Marc grunted in satisfaction. "Perfect, that's when we'll do it. I've already primed a distinguished member of the press who's just waiting for my call. He's salivating over this story. It'll probably make the front page." Marc paused and then continued. "Scotty, I think it best that you be nowhere near that place tomorrow. Take Lily somewhere. Go away for the day. Make yourselves scarce."

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Scott chuckled a bit in satisfaction as he read the local section of the Sunday paper. "Lily, look at this," he said and held up the newspaper. In bold print, right under the fold was this headline: LOCAL BROTHEL BUSTED. "Here's the first sentence, honey. 'Police bust center city brothel and take the girls and their customers into custody.' He chuckled again. "Pictures on page 6," he continued. "Holy shit, how about this," he exclaimed. "Crowe tried to escape out the back via a fire exit. He fell and broke both legs. Sonofabitch. Well, he deserves what he's going to get. They forgot the moral clause in their contracts. They'll both be out of a job by Monday. Ohmygod, Lily, here's a picture of Angie Rizzo being led out by a cop. Her ass is toast when her husband sees that." 

Lily smiled briefly, but felt no satisfaction. She felt soiled by the whole sordid mess and she still felt mortified at how she had lost control of herself and had lost faith in her husband. She vowed to herself to find help, to see someone, to enroll in an anger management program.

"I know how you feel, honey. They do deserve it, but I would really like to just forget it all now and just get on with our lives," sighed Lily. "It's just a shame that so many people had to suffer because of their jealousy, but I learned a valuable lesson, Scotty," she continued as she moved to his side.

"I learned, the hard way, to have faith in my husband, and to love him with all my heart." And with that she settled against him and felt comforted when she felt his arms enfold her.

The End 



Backfired



I loved to tease. I loved to tease. But, this time it backfired on me. Here I was, in a back room billiard parlour being ravaged by god knows how many blokes against my will. Some would say it was my own fault. 

I was missing my hubby. He'd been on a work trip and wasn't due back for another week. The kids were having sleepovers, and I was home alone. I rang Tracey but she was out, so I decided to get dressed and go out alone. The bar I went to was one of those delightful old fashioned ones with a separate lounge, a billiard room and an open area with table and chairs. I stood at the bar and ordered a drink, a midori and lemonade. Then I slowly took a look around and sat down near the window to check out the patrons. There were two young guys on barstools. Nothing special. In the corner a middle aged guy was very smoochy with a younger woman. She was gorgeous but he was rather strange looking. He was also covered in large gold jewellery and was wearing sunglasses! At another table four blokes who looked like tradesmen were well into the booze. One of them raised his glass to me and the others burst into laughter. I just winked and looked away, enjoying the attention. The billiard room was sectioned off by a bamboo curtain, but I could see that inside there were a number of men playing on the two tables and sitting on the stools round the outside.

Just as I was scanning the billiard room two young cute girls came in. They can't have been more than eighteen or nineteen. They were actually very cute and the bisexual urges in me suddenly began ticking when they leaned against the bar and I caught a glance at their pierced belly buttons sticking out from their low cut hipster jeans. It didn't take long for the guys sitting at the table nearby to try to chat them up. Drunk as they were, these blokes thought they were in. I watched in amusement as the young girls teased them very well. They reminded me of myself a few years earlier, when I would absolutely tease the shit out of anything with a cock. The girls danced with a few of them, but when they got a little out of hand, they decided to leave for their own safety. That left only the young woman with the older guy, all the men, and me. 

One of the drunken guys came over and asked me to dance. I smiled back and took him up on his offer. I was feeling nice and relaxed and I loved dancing, so I thought, "What the heck - live a little." Besides, I didn't mind the chance to flirt and show off a little either. As we hit the floor, Kylie Minogue's "Can't get you out of my head" came on. My favourite sexy dance song! I bumped and grinded with this young hunk all through the song. My hips and arms were writhing everywhere, and this poor young fellow had no chance of keeping up with me. In fact, I really danced alone, knowing that most of the guys were watching me. I glanced towards the billiard room at the back and noticed that a few of the guys playing in there were also watching through the bamboo curtain.

When the song ended, another of the young blokes came out and took his mates place. This was a slower song, and he took command straight away. He grabbed my arms and threw them round his neck. He then grabbed me by the hips and began to slowly grind his pelvis into mine. He was a large man but I had trouble feeling his cock against my pussy, even though I knew he was getting hard. Strange isn't it...sometimes the biggest guys have the smallest cocks! By the third song, two guys came out at once and took the place of the tall guy. They were both reasonably short, but stocky. The song was a modern one of those female rapper things. The guys obviously knew it because they were singing along with the words and moving really well. I was sandwiched between them, and within seconds I could feel the double-pronged assault of two hardening cocks - one pushing against the material of my miniskirt, and the other pushing into the crevice of my ass at the back. It was a very horny experience!

I noticed with interest that the sleazy older guy with the jewellery and the young woman was not paying her much attention. Instead, he was eyeballing me dancing with the two youngsters. I blew him a kiss as I let me hands run down the thighs of the guy pushing into me from behind. My tongue snaked its way around my ruby red lips and I knew I had him hooked! Fuck I love teasing men I thought to myself as the song ended. I blew all the lads a kiss and returned to my stool at the bar. All that dancing had made me thirsty. I ordered another midori, and then took a long slow sip. As I was sucking through the straw, a man appeared to my right holding a billiard cue. "Fancy a game?" he asked. Now those of you who know me well know that I love playing pool and am actually quite a reasonable player. 

"Sure, why not" I replied, and grabbed my drink before following him into the back room through the curtain. As I entered a man wolf whistled. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked him in the eye. "Like what you see?" I snarled at him. 

"Hell yeah!" he replied grinning. 

"Well take a good look honey - cos that's ALL you'll be doing!" 

With that his two friends laughed and playfully punched him in the arm at my response. The guy I was with racked the balls and then smashed them from the break. Nothing fell in. I potted a big ball and smiled towards him after missing the next shot. "Looks like you've got small balls" I said as I winked and giggled. Again several of the other guys in the room laughed. I looked round as I waited for my turn again. There were eight men and me in the room. When it was my next shot, I decided to make it interesting. "What are we playing for?" I asked the guy sitting on the stool that was playing me. "How about drinks?" he replied. "Hmm, not pants??" I teased as I wiggled my short skirt in his direction. "If you like - pants it is then" he said. I smiled and spun around, giving him a great view up my thighs as I played the next shot. I was wearing a small thong underneath - the kind that when you bend over in a miniskirt, the guy usually can't decide if you are or aren't wearing any panties. 

I took a few extra seconds lining up the shot, knowing that I was getting him going... it was great fun. Only women can understand the power of your body as a magnet. I was revelling in the attention I knew my ass was getting as I struck the ball. Unfortunately it missed. I went on teasing and flirting with all the guys in the room until it dawned on me that I was losing! In fact, the guy I was playing slotted in his last ball and was now on the black when he turned to me and said, "Remember our bet?." 

Just as I was about to speak, he whacked the black ball into the corner pocket and the whole room cheered! It was a slightly scarey situation I found myself in. The flirting and teasing had turned me on. I was a little hot and moist, but I had only been teasing them. I had no intention of doing anything like taking off my pants. In fact, I suddenly concluded that it was probably about time I got out of the bar and went home. "Well played" I said to the guy who had beaten me. I kissed him on the cheek and went to leave. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he snarled as he grabbed my arm firmly. "A bet's a bet - and you owe me your pants...you teasing bitch. Did you think you could parade around here making cocks hard and not give us what you promised in my bet?"

"I, I, I..." He spoke before I had a chance to answer. "Get them off now, before I rip them off." I knew he was serious, so I tried to break free and run. 

As I struggled with him, two more guys jumped up and grabbed me. They then threw me onto one of the billiard tables and I was held down. The bloke I had lost to reached under my patent leather mini and took hold of my g-string knickers. "Boys - I believe this was the bet" he said before tearing them off my ass in one simple move. The roar of approval was unanimous as he held them triumphantly to the sky. "Yeeeaaahhh!" he shouted. 

I was hoping like hell that that was all they would do. But alas I was too optimistic. The two guys holding my arms didn't let go. In fact they called to the other guys to come and get a piece of me. I knew I was then in trouble, so I started to scream. "HHHheeeee." My scream was stifled by the fingers of the guy who had beaten me. He shoved them in my mouth and used his other hand to unzip his jeans. He took out an already hard cock, and without any lubrication (although none was needed as I was sopping from all the flirting and teasing!) he pushed his cock inside me in one go. I was being fucked on a billiard table in a bar in front of heaps of guys as two men held me down. Technically it was rape, but I knew the judge would not be sympathetic to my case given the circumstances. Why was I there alone? Where was my husband? Why was I dressed in micromini, heels and a skin tight singlet top? Why had I bet my panties?...etc, etc!

I decided to try to get out of this the best I could, and so stopped struggling too much - in the hope that they would at least not hurt me. I was also hoping that once this guy had fucked me, they would let me go. I was wrong on the second count. As soon as I felt the guy fucking me cum, he pulled out and wiped his cock on my thigh. A second guy moved in and took his place, and I knew that I was going to be gang-banged. I had been a willing participant in several gang-bangs before, and loved the feeling of many hard cocks one after the other. However, this was slightly different. The second guy was hopeless. He only lasted about a minute before he pulled out and shot his cum all over my skirt that was pulled up around my hips. When he'd finished, he moved up and offered me his cock. I sucked on it briefly and then bit it as hard as I could! *Slap* He struck me, and was about to again when a well-built older guy grabbed him and said, "enough - we all want a go, so get off and move along pal." Funny as it may seem, I felt a strange feeling of warmth for the guy who had stopped him. My feelings for him were to increase even more when it came to his turn to fuck me. 

The four men prior to him were rough and hasty, and just used me for a cum. But the guy who saved me kissed me deeply on the lips before pushing inside me. I responded to him like I had not responded at all so far. I pushed my tongue inside his mouth. He paused for a moment then returned the tonguework. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as he was pushing inside me because he kept on going. I thought he was going to split me in two. I have no idea how large he was, but this guy was very long! I was desperate to get out of the bar but this fuck was worth all the trouble! He was sensational. I went from being raped to begging for it in three short minutes! The guys holding my arms let go as they realised I was starting to enjoy myself. In fact, I reached out and asked for their cocks as my body shook up and down with the force of this wondrous fucking machine that had rescued me a few minutes earlier. I looked u and noticed that the barman was standing in the doorway. He was openly masturbating his cock as he watched me being fucked. He must have locked the door.

My ravaging went on for about ten full minutes before I had the need to climax. "OOoh yessssss" my stud said, "I'll cum with you baby!!" With those simple words I exploded into am orgasm matched only by the massive spurt of cum that shot it's way into my pussy. I was shaking and writhing trying vainly to get more of that cock inside me as I came and he did too. He can't have cum for ages because I swear he filled my pussy with a gallon of goo! He slowly pulled out and kissed me gently on the lips once more. 

He whispered "thanks honey" in my ear and then carefully scooped me up in his arms. A couple of young guys who hadn't yet had their turn began to protest, but were quickly silenced when my captor clenched a fist and shook it in their direction. He carried me out of the back room and set me down near the bar. He poured me a drink of water and offered it to my lips. I sipped on the cool liquid and thanked him. He walked me to my car and I drove home with terribly mixed emotions about what had just happened.



Backfired



If this was AA I'd be saying "my name is Dave and I'm an alcoholic" but my addiction was pussy! Ya, like every other guy I like sex - the feeling of thrusting my shaft in and out of a nice wet pussy until I fill it with cum is fantastic, but no where near the feeling of my tongue running up and down the slit of that same wet pussy. There's something about making a woman cum with my lips and tongue that turns me on like nothing else. If that makes me a pussy-lick-a-holic then so be it. The only problem is that unlike the girls I went out with before I was married, my wife Diane thinks that any sort of oral sex is gross and won't let me even kiss below her belly button. Don't get me wrong, she's a wonderful lady and I love her dearly. Other than a total lack of oral sex, our sex life is great, she loves mutual masturbation, anal sex, mild bondage, porn movies, toys, fisting, the occasional spanking and pretty much anything else a couple would do but no way is my face coming near her pussy or her face near my cock. 

Through our 8 years of marriage I've tried any and everything I could think of from online stories & porn films to talking our best friends wife into steering one of their wine and cheese conversations toward oral sex and telling Diane how wonderful it felt to have her pussy licked and that the orgasms were totally different but nothing changed her mind in the least.

I got to the point of considering hiring a hooker just so I could eat her but knowing how many other guys she'd likely had in the last week killed that ideal pretty quickly. I'd almost resigned myself to a oral-less life when Sarah started at the office. Sarah was 10 years younger than my 36 but seemed a lot more mature than the other girls her age around the office. She was the assistant to one of the other managers and while she wasn't model material she was one of the better looking girls - fit, brunette, 5'5", 125lb and likely a 38c cup, she'd mentioned a boyfriend to a few of the other girls and she was wearing an engagement ring which pretty much told me she was taken. She was usually one of the first to get to work and often stayed after others had left. Her dress was always professional but at the same time had a certain sexuality about it. 

I came in on a Saturday a month or so after she started to do some computer work but forgot that they were going to be painting several offices including mine that weekend so everything had been disconnected. The only one I could get to was hers so I logged on and got to work. While I was waiting for some reports to print, curiosity got the better of me and I started looking around on her system. At first I found nothing interesting but then I found a directory called 'personal links' - that just had to be checked out and to my surprise it was a whole directory of links to erotic story and video sites & better yet when I started looking at them I realized that they almost all had to do with women being serviced orally. I thought I'd hit the jackpot and promptly copied all the links to my flashdrive so I could check them out later. Once they were copied, I just had to look at a few of them and quickly came to two conclusions: the first was that Sarah must really get turned on by the thought of being eaten and the second was that if she was spending work time looking at things like that then she likely wasn't getting enough or any at home. 

Just for the hell of it, I created a subdirectory called 'new' and put several other links in to videos, pictures and stories that I'd found. I made sure I was there Monday morning before she was and kept an eye on her desk through my window but when she got onto the computer I couldn't tell if she checked her links or not but if she did, there certainly wasn't any outward signs. 

Just before quitting time, she went to the washroom so I took the opportunity to dim my office lights and close the blinds so it looked like I'd gone. As usual, she was still working when the others had left but after everyone had gone, she got up, walked around and looked in the various offices and cubicles. Apparently satisfied that everyone was gone, she settled back in at her computer. There was no doubting when she opened up her link folder because I could easily see the puzzled look on her face when she saw the new directory and the surprise when she opened it. Over the next 10 or so minutes it looked like she was checking each one of them out and as she did, she slumped lower and lower in her seat. I was pretty sure she was playing with herself but couldn't see from where I was. 

My office had a door into the adjacent office which I rarely used but figured this was a great time. I moved as quietly as I could and was quite happy that both the door between the offices and his door to the hall opened without even a squeak. Sarah was so engrossed in the internet that she didn't realize I was there but I had a great view of her skirt pulled up to her waist and her fingers busily stroking a beautifully smooth pussy. My first thought was to interrupt her and see what happens but realized that she might be too surprised or embarrassed to let things go any further. My second thought was to see if I could get her away from her desk again so I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the night line that rings at another desk. It's a line that's supposed to be answered if anyone's there regardless of during or after hours and she dutifully went to answer it. When she did, I quickly moved under her desk and quietly thanked whoever had designed the office furniture for leaving so much room underneath. I hung up my phone and stayed as far back into the corner as I could until she sat down again. 

Within a minute of sitting down, her skirt was again up to her waist, her legs were spread wide and her fingers stroking her wet slit but this time I had a much, much better view. I knew what I was thinking was dangerous but figured if she reported me for harassment then she'd be going down for unauthorized use of her computer and viewing 'improper' materials so I took a chance and moved closer until I could almost run my tongue up her slit. Fate was with me and she stopped stroking herself long enough to open up another video so before her hand could come back down again I licked her whole slit from bottom to top. Thankfully there were no security guards in the building because if there were, they'd have come running with guns out when she screamed. She tried pushing back from her desk but I had a good grip on the chair legs so all that really happened was my face got pulled tighter to her crotch. She'd stopped screaming and by the time I pulled my face away I could tell she was putting things together. Likely due to shock but her words weren't quite as formed as her thoughts would have been because what came out was "links...you....how...shit....wow.....". 

I still wasn't sure which way things were going to go but when her hands found the back of my head and pulled my face back toward her crotch I pretty much knew that while I might be graded, I wasn't going to be reported!

By the time I'd eaten, sucked, nibbled and licked her to several orgasms Sarah finally pushed me slightly away saying she was getting too sensitive to continue. I pulled up a chair and there were a few moments of uncomfortable silence before I decided to talk first. "Sorry to scare you that way, I found your directory the other day when I was doing some software upgrades (ok so it was a bit of a lie) and was really turned on so I copied some of my links there. I love going down on a woman but my wife thinks it's gross and won't let my mouth anywhere near her pussy. I didn't think I'd get too far just asking if I could lick your pussy so this was the best I could come up with."

Sarah thought about things for a few seconds then replied, "You might have been surprised, I like being eaten so much that there's a good chance I'd have said yes but then again maybe not. I love my fiancé but like your wife he'll do anything sexually except go down on me."

There was a bit more silence before anything else was said and then we both spoke at pretty much the same time saying, "maybe we could help each other out". It sounded so funny with both of us saying the same thing at the same time that we broke out laughing which got rid of all the remaining tension. Over the next few months we did just that - mornings, evenings and the occasional weekend we'd get together so I could eat her to as many orgasms as time or her clit would allow. In the back of my mind I knew that things could come crashing down at any minute but my need to eat pussy was so strong that I really didn't care. It was on a Saturday that things crashed - Sarah was on my desk with her legs over my shoulders and I was busily bringing her to her 8th or 9th orgasm of the day. I felt her whole body tighten and figured another orgasm was coming until I heard her gasp, "oh shit!".

The lack of any sexual tone in her voice made me stop and look around. I'm sure my face went as white as my shirt when I saw Diane standing there with a takeout restaurant bag in her hand. Everything went quiet for a minute until Diane said, "To think I felt sorry enough for you working another Saturday that I stopped and brought you some lunch down." Sarah was trying her best to get her skirt pulled down but Diane said, "no, leave it up around your waist, apparently my husband likes eating pussy more than I imagined." As she spoke she stood up and opened her coat, showing us that she was wearing nothing more than a sheer bra and panty set. "I was even planning on surprising you with a quickie at work but it looks like the surprise is mine. Why don't you keep eating your lunch and I'll eat mine?" 

Her voice was so calm it was almost scary but that changed when I started to stand up. "Get the fuck back down there and start eating!" Diane screamed at me, "and you'd better keep eating until I tell you to stop."

Neither Sarah or I were quite sure what to do but I figured for now the best bet was to do was Diane said so I knelt back down and started eating Sarah again. At first she was quite rigid and not into it but as my tongue hit the spots I'd found she liked she began to relax and it wasn't long before her orgasms started again. Before long, Sarah was begging me to quit saying her pussy was way too sensitive for any more licking but Diane told her to sit back and enjoy it because it would be the last time I ate her pussy. It wasn't until Sarah was pretty much crying that Diane told me to stop. "Sarah," she said, "get the fuck dressed and go home. If I ever find you spreading your legs for my husbands tongue again you won't like the result." Then she looked at me and said "get your sorry ass home - we need to talk!", then turned and left.

I still had to lock up so I knew Diane would be home before I was & I wasn't sure what would be waiting for me when I got there but had a pretty good idea it wouldn't be pleasant. Sure enough, her car was there when I got home and I hesitantly opened the front door, expecting another blast but all there was was a note taped to the hall mirror.

"Option 1 - Upstairs & shower to get that sluts smell off of you. Put on nothing but the blindfold when you're done and wait for me. Option 2 - take the suitcase by the stairs and get the fuck out of here. Your choice!"

Now I was totally confused and not just a little scared. I think I'd have sooner had her screaming at me but now I had thoughts of Loreena Bobbit running through my mind. I looked at the suitcase but figured if she was going to kick me out then there wouldn't have been an 'Option 1' so I went upstairs. Our bedroom door was shut so I couldn't see her but it sounded like she was in there. When I went into the bathroom, sure enough there was a towel and a blindfold on the sink by the shower so I did was I was told and stood there naked with a blindfold on for a couple of minutes before I heard her footsteps. I'd like to say I wasn't scared but that'd be a lie - I'd been caught by my wife eating out a girl from the office and she was pissed. I heard the door open and she took me by the hand. She didn't say a word but a gentle pull indicated I should follow her. I knew by the direction that we were heading into the bedroom and she stopped me when I was standing with my back to the bed. Again nothing was said but a gentle push backwards had me laying on the bed. As I lay there, she took each hand and each foot and basically tied me spread-eagle, face up on the bed. If this had been any other circumstance, I'd have been hard as a rock by now but getting laid was the last thing on my mind. Once I was tied, I could feel her move off the bed and it sounded like she went to the chair by the window. All was quiet for a few minutes until she finally started talking.

"We've been together 8 years and I thought you'd been totally faithful to me just as I've been with you. When did the two of you start this affair?"

I hesitated but figured that I was quite possibly screwed either way so I answered truthfully, "A few months."

"Have you fucked her?"

"No."

"Has she sucked you off?"

"No."

"Have the two of you done anything other than you eating her pussy?"

"No."

There was another couple of minutes of silence, before she spoke again. "Ever since we started having sex, I knew you wanted to kiss me down there (even now she wouldn't say 'pussy') and short of tying me up (I'd thought of that too) you've tried everything you could think of to change my mind. I've always said no because I was brought up thinking it was disgusting, abnormal behaviour. Even on the porn films we watched I figured they were only doing it because they were paid but today I saw her willingly let you lick her and she seemed to be quite enjoying it. If you want to do it bad enough to risk our marriage then I guess the least I can do is try it and see if it does anything for me."

As those words sunk in, I realized that maybe this was going to be ok after all and I was finally going to taste the pussy of the woman I loved. As the thought went through my mind, my cock stared to harden for the first time since she caught me at the office.

"But," she continued, "it's going to be my way or not at all. Are you good with that?"

What could I say but 'Sure!"

I could feel Diane touching me all over, stroking, rubbing and teasing me. She touched my nipples, my chest and my face, finally touching my lips with her fingers. As I drew one finger into my mouth to kiss it, I suddenly realized it tasted like pussy! She must have noticed the look on my face because she said, "Yes dear, that's my pussy you're tasting! While you were in the shower, I was here playing with my self thinking of what I was planning on doing and I'm really wet. Do you want to lick my pussy now?"

I don't think my cock had been that hard in years and there was no hesitation when I said "yes".

"Well, you're not going to get to eat me yet but you can taste some more of me." As her fingers left my mouth, I felt something else brush against my lips and realized it was one of her dildos. "Lick it," she said, "lick it clean". 

I could actually feel her juices running off it into my mouth so I started licking and kept licking until there was no taste of pussy left on it. She pulled it away and I could feel her shifting on the bed. I wasn't sure what she was doing until I heard her start moaning - she was masturbating with the dildo and I couldn't even see her!" There was no doubt how wet she was because I could hear the dildo going in and out and her moans kept getting louder and louder until she came with a loud groan. Immediately I felt the freshly juiced dildo against my mouth and without being told, I licked it clean again. She repeated this for several more orgasms and by now I could feel the precum running down my shaft. 

I was hoping she was going to let me eat her now but I was wrong, instead I felt her move up and straddle me, slowly taking my cock into her. She lowered herself down bit by bit until I was fully inside her and then raised back up just as slowly until I could feel her outer lips gently gripping the head and then she slid back down again. Each time she slid up and down, she sped up until she was fucking me about as fast as she could go. Normally after eating Sarah, I'd go to the washroom and jack off but that hadn't happened and with all the teasing and finally tasting Diane's juices I knew I wasn't going to last long. I could feel it building and told her I was going to cum soon.

"That's good, you go ahead and cum, fill me up, shoot so hard I can feel it."

Well that's about all it took and in a couple more strokes I exploded into her. "Yes," she whispered, "I can feel you shooting! Give me everything you've got."

It felt like minutes but I'm sure it wasn't that long before the last jet of hot, white cum was pumped out and Diane said, "that was great, I don't think you've cum that hard in a long time." As Diane pulled up off my slowly shrinking erection she continued, "even though you knew I thought it was gross, you've kept asking to eat me for over 8 years and today I find you eating some slut at the office. Maybe this will give you an idea of just how gross I think it is." As she talked I knew she was still moving but wasn't sure where she was going until I felt her knees on either side of my head. 

"Oh God," I thought, "she's going to put her cum filled pussy on my face" - and I was right. As her slit touched my face I instinctively closed my mouth until I heard her say, "You wanted it, now eat it. If you don't start eating then we're through and it's divorce time."

I didn't have a lot of choice so I tentatively stuck out my tongue and gave her pussy a quick lick. "Not like that, eat me like I saw you eating Sarah, get your tongue right in there."

The first taste wasn't that bad - somewhat salty, somewhat sweet and not as much of my cum as I'd thought there'd be. I started licking harder and the more I licked, the more Diane moaned and rubbed her pussy on my face, basically putting it wherever she wanted my tongue to be. Suddenly I realized two things - I was hard as a rock again and I was actually enjoying eating her cum filled pussy. The next time her clit came in range I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking which immediately caused contractions that I could feel against my chin. It may not have been the way I'd imagined it, but I was finally eating her pussy and from the noises she was making, she was actually enjoying it! 

As her moaning increased, so did the contractions of her pussy and I was determined to bring her to the best orgasm I could. It only took a few more minutes but when she started cumming she screamed and her pussy squirted, something that usually only happened if we were playing with toys or my fist. When she started cumming, she moved up a bit so her slit was right on my mouth and to my surprise, I could feel stream after stream of her cum mixed with mine ooze into my mouth. It must have taken gravity plus her contractions to bring all the cum I'd pumped deep into her back out but out it was coming. I licked, I sucked and I swallowed until her pussy was as clean as the dildo she'd had me licking earlier. I thought I'd came for a long time but for Diane it was one orgasm right after another until she finally got to the point where she was so sensitive and so weak from cumming that she pretty much collapsed right beside me. 

"Well I guess that plan backfired," she said as she lay beside me, "that was the most intense orgasm I've ever had! I figured a cum filled pussy would gross you out so much you'd never ask to eat me again and I would hate being eaten but you seemed to really enjoy it and my orgasm was amazing! I guess maybe I was wrong, if my pussy is available for eating will you promise not to go anywhere else?" she asked as she untied me.




Backfired



"You bet! At first the thought of eating my cum out of you grossed me out but the taste was ok and I loved being able to make you cum like that."

"Does that mean this won't be the last time you eat me out after you've cum?"

"Quite possibly - how about us cleaning each other up next time?"

"You know, I'd thought the same thing a few minutes ago, I guess we'll have to wait until next time to see."

I was hard as a rock again and I knew she was nice and wet so I grabbed her, rolled her over and entered her in one long, smooth thrust. "How about next time being right now?"

I think she tried saying yes but with our lips together and our tongues teasing and touching one another I couldn't be sure but the way she was thrusting against me made it pretty clear that we were starting a whole new chapter in our sex lives.