4 comments/ 55369 views/ 4 favorites The Betrayer By: bmaryv My friend, Tom, is very religious. His devotion to God amazes me; his discipline is beyond what any normal man can achieve. He attends church every Sunday and works out daily. He didn't drink until he turned 21, and even then in moderation. Tom is still a virgin, and he intends to stay that way until he is married, one of the few men I have ever met who said that. He once told me that he almost joined the priesthood, and if any man I know could remain celibate, it is him. He demonstrates that everyday when he resists his amazing girlfriend. Ally is a great girl. Before she and Tom started dating, about two years ago, I had a huge crush on her. She is outgoing, intelligent and drop-dead gorgeous. She was a pretty big flirt back then. She used to like to tease me, but I never got anywhere with her. I was amazed when she and Tom got together. He seemed like the complete opposite of her, and me for that matter. That must be what she likes about him. Ally is relatively short, probably around 5'2". She has shoulder-length blonde hair with great-big blue eyes and has a huge smile that just lights up the room. The best part about her is her legs. They are a little thicker than the rest of her, and come up to meet her ass in the most beautiful way. It's like her top and bottom were designed for two different people. Her full-figured bottom, with those fantastic legs and that plump ass, contrasts beautifully with a tiny little waist and small breasts. Tom and Ally talk about getting married sometimes. They are pretty great together, despite my initial feelings on the issue. She brings a little excitement to his life that would otherwise be missing, and he helps ground her so she doesn't get too wild. I asked him once about her, and if they would really get married. Tom said yes, emphatically. He really loves her. So, since I think we're all a little young to be getting married, I began to quiz him a bit on the decision. "Is she a virgin?" I asked. "Yes," she was. "Does she believe in God?" "She isn't Catholic, but she is a Christian. That is ok with me," he replied. A bit more of that prodding and I was convinced he had thought his decision through. I am proud of my intense loyalty to my friends, so once he made that decision, I stood behind him. One day Tom was away for the weekend at a baseball game, he was the second baseman for our college team, and Ally invited me to the bar with a few of her friends. I really like her friends so I decided to join them for a few dollar drafts at Smokey's, the local bar and dance-club. Six or seven beers latter I was over my self-consciousness enough to try dancing with some of the ladies. Ally's friends are all just as outgoing as she is and were more than willing to dance with me. They had all had a few drinks and the dancing was pretty close that night. I put my hand on one girl's ass and her short skirt rode up, and I could feel she didn't have any underwear on. So, being the nice guy that I am, I decided to give her cheeks the support they were missing. I put both arms around her and planted my hands on her bare cheeks beneath her skirt. She was trashed and having a great time. As she wiggled her cheeks swam under my palms. Unless she was numb from all the drinks, she could definitely feel me groping her, and my blunt poking her from the front. I eventually got my finger around into her sopping pussy and rubbed her lips. "Mmmm...," She moaned. I knew she felt me now. I put my face in close to hers and out lips brushed in our swaying. Once, twice, they kept touching. Her lips began to part and I could feel the moisture from her mouth wetting my own lips. I parted mine and we locked in a sucking, drunken kiss while we kept dancing. When we broke apart she looked at me and said one thing: "Fuck me." There was no argument from me. This bar had two bathrooms downstairs, but upstairs I knew there was a handicapped bathroom where we could lock the door. I danced her over toward it and when no one was looking I opened the door and slipped inside, pulling her with me. I didn't even know this girls name while she started tearing my belt off and undoing my fly. She was tall, about the same height as me, 5'11", with long brown hair. I was too drunk to remember any more details, but I know she had a smoking body, perfect for Smokey's. I sat down on the toilet and pulled her right on top of me. My rock-hard dick slid right into her sopping wet pussy and she started riding me hard. She was fucking my brains out and I loved it. She started staring me right in the face and asking "you like that? Do you? You like getting fucked by a slut you don't even know?" Hell yeah I did. She knew how to ride a cock. Up and down, up and down - as hard as she could. I could feel her wetness soaking my boxers, which weren't off. My dick was just sticking through the hole in them. I kissed her hard to shut her up. I didn't want people to hear and interrupt. She bit my lip and sucked as she pulled away. "Grab my ass." I did just that, and pulled her cheeks apart. I slipped my finger down and felt the edge of her pussy where my cock was sliding in and out. It gathered a little moisture and I tried to stick it in her ass. Not quite enough so I brought it around and shoved it in her mouth. She started sucking on my finger and moaned. Good enough. I moved my finger back down and shoved it up her ass. She gasped but didn't ask me to take it out. I was in control of the fucking now and I moved her up and down on my cock a little slower. I could tell she was suffering and wanted a little rougher sex. "Good, make her long for it," I thought. But it wasn't long before I needed to fuck her hard. I wasn't about to take my finger out of her and I couldn't lift her up and down fast enough so I stood up and waddled over to the wall with her clinging to me. With her pinned up against the wall I could finally fuck her as hard as I wanted. She moaned and whimpered but I kept on fucking. Her face contorted and her body tensed. She might have been coming, I'm not sure. Her cunt started gripping my shaft and I started squirting my seed deep in her. I gave it one last thrust and pulled her down on my cock as hard as I could. I wanted to send every drop of cum deep inside of her. "Oh, cum in me baby," she said, breathlessly. I hadn't said one word to her the whole time. I just gave her a few more pumps to drain myself and pulled out. We kissed, leaning into each other from exhaustion while I zipped up and put my belt on. I looked her up and down to admire the body I'd just fucked. Her skirt was still stuck up around her waist with sweat and I noticed my cum sliding down the inside of her thigh. She reached down with two fingers and wiped it up. Her fingers started about mid-thigh and slid up, ever so slowly. They went right up to her lips, and even inside a little. Her fingers were covered in my seed and she was lifting them up. I knew what she was about to do and I couldn't believe it. While she licked her fingers clean I felt myself stirring again. With a giggle she pulled her skirt down and ducked out of the bathroom before I could get ready for a second round. When I stepped out Ally spotted me. "Hey, stud. I think I can guess what just happened in there," She slurred. She must have had a few herself. "Yeah, that was fucking amazing. Someday you'll get to experience the joy of fucking yourself," I teased. I liked to pick on her and Tom for being virgins. "I have." What!? I couldn't believe my ears. Did she just tell me she had fucked a guy? "What? When? Who was it?" She looked me right in the eye. "You cannot tell Tom," she said, "but his name was Ryan. It was before I met Tom. I know he thinks I'm a virgin. I just couldn't tell him I wasn't." "Wow," I blurted. "Please don't tell Tom," she pleaded, obviously regretting saying anything already. "I won't," I lied. Of course I had to tell him. I looked for my slut for the rest of the night. I wanted to fuck her again and get what Ally told me out of my mind. Alas, my bathroom cum-dumpster was nowhere to be found. I was doomed to go home and spank it. The next day, Tom was still out of town. The team was playing a weekend series against a team from across the state. I called Ally and asked her if she wanted to watch a movie. I had to talk to her about what she had confessed. When she arrived I invited her in and got her a glass of water. She was a little hung over from the night before. She sat down and asked what we were watching. "Ally," I stammered, "I need to talk to you about what you told me." "What? Why? Why does it matter?" "It matters because Tom would want to know. I think you should tell him" "Why does it matter?" She asked again, "It happened before I met Tom. "But he would want to know. He thinks you're a virgin and that is important to him." "I don't understand where this is coming from." "He is my friend, Ally, You have to tell him or I will." There it was: my ultimatum. She would never forgive me for this. But Tom was my friend, and I would expect the same from him. "Don't do that, please. I'll do anything." Then it happened. The whole world slowed down. Ally lowered her head, and her voice became deep and sultry. She licked her lips, breathed a little heavier and with just the slightest hint of poutiness she said that fateful word. Everyone knows how a woman can say it when they want to emphasize they really mean it: "Anything." That word took forever to say, and hung in the air for even longer afterward. She and I both knew what she was offering. My heart started racing. I couldn't believe this slut. I had wanted her so bad two years ago and she never gave me anything. Now she was with my best friend and she wanted me to betray him, and help her do the same. "Dear lord, Ally. Don't say that," I half scolded, half choked out. "You know you want this. You know you've thought about it." She reached up any pulled the tank-top she was wearing a little lower, showing off the small amount of cleavage she had. But it was startling, and sexy. All of her was sexy. She had on a pink tank-top. Never one to just throw on a pair of sweats, even when hung over, she had on a pair of tight corduroy pants. It was a pair she wore often. It had a worn spot in her crotch, where her thighs would touch and the material had rubbed away. They showed her ass and legs off beautifully. But all of this was wrong. I couldn't think about her that way. She leaned back on the couch she was on and spread her legs a little, enough to be sexy and suggestive, but not whorish. I had wanted this for so long. I wanted her two years ago when she and Tom got together. He had never cared about that. In fact, he was always a really selfish guy. He would never do anyone a favor, and frequently would go out to dinner with a group, conveniently only have a few dollars and get someone else to cover his tab. He wouldn't even come to a party at your house. God forbid we drank some beer. His holiness looked down on all of us. And here was his girlfriend, offering herself to me. She should have been mine two years ago anyway. She was better suited to be with me. Not that I wanted the slut now. Of course, neither would Tom. They were as good as finished. She could fuck anyone she wanted once he found out about this Ryan fellow. I'd really be doing him a favor. I'd fuck her good and let her know what was out there waiting for her. Then she would leave Tom and he would never really have to know how awful she had been to him. She always liked to flirt and talked about wanting to mess around with other guys anyway. He deserved better than that. I moved over to the couch with her, and she squirmed down underneath of me. My hand touched her hip. It was like fire. She was so hot and the excitement was coursing through me. I couldn't believe I was finally going to get to have her. My hand moved under her shirt and up to her ribs as I lowered myself onto her. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down onto her. My lips touched hers and both of our heads hung still in a moment of hesitation. But her tongue slithered out of her mouth and over my lips. That was too much for me and I pressed my mouth onto hers. This was the most electrifying kiss I'd ever felt. Her soft, velvety skin under my hand felt amazing. Her tongue probed my mouth and mine probed hers in a fantastic kiss. We wrapped each other up in each other's arms and made out for an eternity. At that point our betrayal was complete and neither one of us would have had to go any further to know that neither of us would ever tell Tom. But lust took over and we pulled on each other's clothing, and sucked each other's lips and tongues. My mouth moved down to her neck and I kissed her. I moved down onto her chest and she pulled her shirt off. The fabric blocked my attempts for a moment before her bra; her chest and her stomach were bare to me. Then she pulled off my shirt. I lifted my arms for her and attacked her breasts as soon as my mouth was free again. By this point madness had taken over and I ripped at her fly. She tore at mine. I pulled her corduroys off and she pulled down my jeans and underwear in one stroke when I stood up to throw her pants away from our lust. I was naked, my erection pulsing with the rapid beat of my heart. She wore only her bra and panties. She sat up in front of my and grabbed my cock. It felt great. Her petite hand wrapped around it and stroked it a little at first. Then her head came up and her tongue flicked out and just touched the head. She smeared a little pre-cum around with it and smiled up at me. I melted in that smile. Her pursed lips kissed the tip of my dick. She held it lightly and ran her slightly parted lips up and down the bottom of it, then engulfed it in her warm, wet, perfect mouth. It went all the way in and she put one hand on my ass and the other held the base of my dick while she bobbed up and down on it. It felt unbelievable, but it didn't take long until she looked up at me and said, "I want you inside of me." She was going to get it. I took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom, so that we could be more comfortable while we fucked. I lay down and she immediately straddled me, still wearing her bra and panties. I reached down and pulled the crotch to the side. I could feel the moist heat coming off of it. It was so warm. My dick was a little cold with her saliva on it since it was out of her mouth. When I laid it against the soft flesh of her vagina it burned like a hot iron. I looked deep into her eyes. I could see it there: the lust that drove us. But there was some hesitation too. We were on the brink of the last, ultimate betrayal. With that short pause to gaze into one another's eyes she leaned back, and I pushed forward. My penis slipped inside of her and I could see a wave of pleasure wash across her body as she inhaled and shuddered ever so slightly. I must have done the same. She looked down at me and beamed her approval. I held the crotch of her panties aside while I fucked her. Her mouth attacked mine and we kissed passionately. The taboo made it hotter. We clung to each other, knowing we could never share this with anyone. It was our sin to bear, and to love. She moaned, I gasped for air. I could feel how wet she was. Her pussy was starting to loosen under my assault. I had to taste it. I pulled out of her, and pulled her up so she was straddling my face. I tried to pull her panties aside but the fabric was interfering with my attempts to feel her with my tongue. She lifted one leg up and pulled her panties off, when she noticed. Then she turned around and straddled me, facing the other way. She bent down and st5arting sucking me off. I plunged my faced into her and felt her lips give way. She was so wet, I could taste the juice. I loved it. She was so great. He lips were plump and soft. Her ass was waving above my head and I reached up to caress it. She pulled off of me and laid her head on my thigh, letting out soft whimpers when my tongue found her clit. I stroked it up and down, from her juicy hole to her erect clitoris. With her attention stopped I needed to be in her again. I flipped her off of me and as she lay momentarily stunned I slid on top of her and pulled her legs apart. She pulled them to invite me in and I penetrated her. In one quick stroke I drove myself in, to the hilt. She gasped. I started pounding her, fucking her as hard as I could. Her gasps grew more frequent more urgent. Her breathing drew labored. Her face flushed and a vein appeared on her forehead. Her back arched; she moaned loudly, just short of a scream. She was cumming, and all of a sudden, so was I. I shot streams of hot cum into her. I kept pumping as hard as I could and sent it all in. Spent, I collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her sweaty arms around me and held me tight. Our bodies were sticking with the perspiration. I could feel her bra, though. I rolled off and undid it. I gave it a toss and pulled her on top of me. Our naked bodies intertwined and we lay there, breathless for and hour. Her mouth found mine and we kissed tenderly. That night when she left I kissed her goodnight. I didn't know what all of this tenderness meant. "I had fun," she said. "Yeah, me too." "We could do it again, sometime. We don't have to tell Tom." "No, we sure don't." I would never tell him. Not when I could have his woman. "I just... I just need more than he gives me, you know?" she confessed. My heart broke. How wicked were we? But man has never been a match for the prurient ways of a woman; not since Eve seduced Adam in the Garden. The Betrayer Returns Hey all, I know it's been a long time since I sent in a story. If you read this, you will see why. The first part is damn near autobiographical.... If anyone wants to help edit, I'd be forever in your debt. TIA ****** My ex-wife had left me almost two years ago. It's been a long two years. At first she tried to keep up the pretense that she left for love, but after about six months, she dropped our three children off with me and took off. For someone who had claimed to love her children more than life itself, she sure was awfully quick to dump them when her lover made it clear they were not part of the plan. My ex and I are both Nurses. I had put her through nursing school while I was in the US Marines, and then she worked while I went to school after my discharge. We had a good life. Not perfect mind you, but it was good. We had a beautiful house in a quiet subdivision outside of Chicago. The neighborhood was safe and our kids had lots of friends to play with. Like most people out age, we were house poor. We had gambled a little and got a crummy house in a great neighborhood. After financing to the gills, we were able to get an addition and remodel done. The crappiest house on the block had turned into one of the nicest. I worked like a madman. It's what I was raised to do. I took every chance to get overtime that I possibly could. My wife liked to shop and I figured I would just work harder so she could have the nice things she wanted. Eventually with both of us working, we became like two ships passing in the night. When we did have a day off together, we tried to do stuff. Unfortunately, we ended up fighting a lot of the time. Mostly about money. It's amazing how that one issue just rips apart lives and families. After being together almost twelve years, my wife began to change. She had been a proud soccer mom. She drove the typical minivan with bumpers tickets professing her love for her children. One day she came home and stated "I'm sick of being a soccer mom! I hate that Mini-Van, I want a Navigator!" Being the dutiful schmuck that I am, I financed a nice used Navigator. Yes it was too expensive, yes I really couldn't afford it, but this was my wife's happiness. That's more important, right? A while after the Soccer-mom incident, while in bed one night, she told me that she had decided she wanted to sleep with another woman! Now my wife was not a prude, but she had ALWAYS had two rules. 1) Not in the butt and 2) Not with other people. She even got supremely offended when I would read a porn story or watch quick video to pump one out. She never was a fan of Porn and on the few times we watched it together. She always made such derogatory comments about the Lesbian scenes. Not that they didn't look real (it's porn. It's not supposed to look real!), but about how it just wasn't right and how I should never expect her to try that. So for her to, out of the blue, tell me that she wants to try some lesbian sex...... To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I immediately jumped on that bandwagon, I do have a Y-Chromosome after all. She found a lady friend to "play with" and I was quite happy to help get the kids out of the house so she could have some time to herself. After her adventure, we had sex and it was AWESOME! Quite possibly the best sex we ever had. She said that being with her lady turned her on and got her revved up, but she needed my cock to feel satisfied. Talk about stroking my ego just right! After two more adventures, she and her friend invited me to join in. It was a blast. I ate both of their pussies and finger fucked them both to massive orgasms while they were making out. With me laying down, my wife then sat on my cock. Her friend sat on my face and life was good. My wife and her friend each came again and evidently it was time to switch! The wife's friend asked her if she could borrow my cock, and the wife literally pushed her down on my dick. This was the first strange pussy my dick had been inside in almost thirteen years!!!! The amazing thing is, I realized now how great my wife's pussy was! This new one was frankly crap. Yeah it was warm and wet, but it just didn't fell that good. My wife was off to the side, one hand rubbing her friends clit, her other working my balls. "Cum in her. I want to eat your cum out of her pussy" my wife whispered into my ear. Thank god I had that vasectomy last year! Talk about liftoff!!!! I immediately blew my load inside her friends twat. Her friend rolled off me and my wife dove for her snatch like a starving man going after a bucket of fried chicken. My cock had gone soft, but my wife's ass was sticking up in the air.... I got behind her and buried my tongue into her Asshole. I fingered her snatch, making sure to focus on her easy to find G-Spot. The wife and her friend both came and we all just cuddled in the bed for a while. Chapter 2 To say I was happy would be an understatement. I was still madly in love with my wife and had just had her permission to fuck her friend. We talked and even discussed having a swap session with another couple. I was and still am firmly of the mindset that its only cheating if your spouse isn't involved and doesn't agree. Several weeks after our adventure with the wife's friend, my wife came to me and said she wanted to "go hunting". Being easily confused, I asked her to explain this "hunting trip" to me. One of the doctors at her hospital had been hitting on her for years. Everyone knew the doctor was gay and she didn't really make any attempt to hide her interest in my wife's massive breasts (48GG). My wife has a bit of an evil streak. She would wear extremely sexy, low cut scrub tops that showed off her boobs. She always went out of her way to fuck with this lesbian doctor. She had been doing so for years. It was actually a game for her. I enjoyed listening to how the doctor would all but drool on the counter at the nurses station. So when the wife said she wanted to corner the doctor and make a move, I figured why not. I knew the doctor was gay and not Bi. I knew the chance of me getting involved was slim to none, but the wife was so happy and excited, that I was excited for her. I figured that if nothing else the wife would be turned on and hot to fuck when she got back. After all, she said she needed my cock to feel satisfied. The wife started to stalk the doctor. We had some hot sex when she came home and told me about how she was playing with the doctor. She cornered the doctor in one of the stairwells and basically molested her! They made plans to go out later in the week. The wife was so giddy and happy. I was happy for her. She had been so down lately. She and the doctor started spending lots of time together. The wife said they had become good friends and weren't having sex. Evidently the doctor didn't want to breakup our marriage. I was totally ok with them fucking. I actually started to feel kinda sorry for the doctor after the ex told me more about her. Evidently she came from a rich family and was well off before any of her multimillion dollar income from being one of the top neurologists in Chicago. But, just to prove that money doesn't make you happy, evidently she was in an unhappy relationship and was basically estranged from her family. My wife started to stroke her ego. They would go on shopping trips and I was more than happy to let the doctor foot the bill. The ex started to come home with coach purses and Versace sun glasses. Lord knows I could never afford any of that crap. I'm a Jeans and T-Shirt kind of guy. The wife always wanted me to be more "dressy", but it just want who I am. Hanging out with this wealthy "friend" who could feed my wife's need for things, was a good thing, or so I thought. Eventually, the wife spent more and more of her free time with the Doctor and less time at home with the kids and I. One night, I called the wife when she was getting out of work. "I'm going to spend the night with the doctor tonight, ok? We are going shopping in the morning" she said. "Not ok! I haven't seen you in a week! I want to see my wife." I swear, she didn't say anything for a full minuet. "You're in love with her, aren't you!?!?" "You weren't supposed to find out like this!" How is a man supposed to find out that his wife is in love with another woman? I broke down. I begged her to come home. I begged her to come home so we could talk. She refused. She said it was over and hung up on me. I lost my mind. I started to call the doctor and leave message after message on her voice mail. I must have ranted for over an hour. The coward never answered the phone. The next day, the wife came home and I tried to talk to her, but she just refused. I lost it. I ripped the mirror off the drivers door of her truck. To say I was enraged was an understatement. We had a knock-down, drag-out fight on the front lawn that was for the ages. Now I didn't lay a hand on her, but I came awfully close. She said some really nasty shit and if my mom wasn't there, I don't know if I could have controlled myself. The neighbors called the cops and thankfully they showed up and separated us. Once they found out about my gun collection, they politely demanded that I give them up. I'm pretty sure they were afraid I was going to kill the ex and her lover. I'm pretty sure I would have too. After the ex left with the kids, I crawled into a bottle of vodka and stayed there for the better part of a week. Eventually I got myself together and went to work. I started to keep the kids when the wife worked. One morning, she came to pick them up when I was on my way to work and I lost it again. I begged and pleaded for her to come home. She had the audacity to smile at me and tell me all about how much she LOVED the doctor and how they went shopping all the time. I snapped. My hands went around her neck and I took her to the ground. It only lasted a few seconds, but I had done the one thing I swore I would never do. I had laid my hands on my wife..... I jumped up and backed away from her. What had I done? She looked at me with a mix of disdained and horror. I backed into the kitchen. Somehow I instinctively grabbed a knife out of the block on the counter. I moved back into the living room and fell to my knees. With tears steaming down my face, I begged her "please, please kill me. I can't live without you. " "You're crazy!" With that, I took the knife and put the point to my chest. The knife was a ten inch carving blade, thin and razor sharp. Being a nurse, I know my anatomy pretty darn well. I put the knife in between my ribs on the left side, just over my heart. One good thrust and it should have pierced my skin and muscle. After the layer of muscle it would have severed my aorta. There is no way to fix that. I would have been dead before I hit the floor. I looked my wife in the eyes and told her "I'm sorry, I love you". I then pushed as hard as I could. I wanted to die. I wanted the pain to be over. Instead of the knife doing its job, the blade folded in in itself and collapsed. My wife ran outside as fast as she cold. "Piece of shit blade" I could see the flashing blue lights of the police cruisers through the windows. "He's crazy!!!! He's got a knife!!!" I just got up and walked to the door. For some reason I picked up a boot and walked to the door. I couldn't think. I couldn't focus. All I could hear was my wife babbling about me. The next thing I new the boot went flying from my hand. Huh, that was strange. Why would I throw a boot? The next thing I know, my face was smashed against one of the pillars holding up the front porch. I could feel the barrel of the officers duty weapon at the base of my skull. "Please, pull the trigger. Please......" Chapter 3 Yup, that all really happened. I spent the next week in the psych ward and didn't see my kids for almost six months. I was charged with four felony counts and came a hairs breath to losing my nursing license. Luckily I found a good lawyer who was able to get me a plea deal with out a felony conviction. I tried to be the stand up guy and give the ex everything. I tried to give her the house and promised to pay the mortgage and utilities for her. I wanted to make sure my kids were taken care of. Evidently her dream house was too much work. I moved back in and wallowed in my misery. I started seeing my kids as often as I could. They were my only reason for living. At first she would let me have them for a day or two on the weekend. I was paying child support through the nose. We had a provisional agreement while we tried to hammer out the divorce and being the stupid ass that I am, I paid through the nose. I got notice after notice of her unpaid bills. Her truck got repossessed. She started dumping the kids on me all the time. I was exctatic to have my kids home so much and I didn't mind. Our divorce was set to be finalized and the soon to be ex called me up and said "keep the kids, I'm moving out of my apartment. Be sure to keep sending my support checks though!" Yeah, right. I called my lawyer and we hashed out a deal with her new lawyer (her first one quit because she wouldn't pay her bills). God, divorce sucks. You know what? Having my wife as an ex was almost as bad as having her as a soon to be ex. The kind, loving girl I married had disappeared and had been replaced by a money hungry witch. She ended up getting fired from the hospital and I only got one child support check from her. After a couple of months of that, she had the gall to file paperwork with the court trying to get her child support order suspended. She claimed she was unable to find work and was poor. So poor that she had to live with her lover in a ten million dollar condo on the lake in Chicago. We ended up going to court again over this. My lawyer had given my ex so much rope, that she hung herself. He called her lover as a witness and she testified that she had been giving my ex thousands of dollars a month to spend and she couldn't understand why the ex didn't pay her support. It was really funny when the lover got really pissed at the questions my lawyer was asking, she looked over at the my ex and in the middle of the proceedings she broke up with my ex!!!! It didn't matter. The damage had been done. The judge ordered the ex to pay all the back child support and increased the amount due based on the lifestyle that she had been living. He then ordered the ex's now former lover to write the check!!!! "Ma'am, you admitted financial responsibility for this woman, you can pay her bills. I don't care if you're broken up now, you weren't broken up when this money was due. Now pay up!" Chapter 4 Walking out of court, I was feeling pretty good. Not only was I going to get a nice fat check from the ex's lover, I'd just seen her crash and burn! The look on the ex's face was pure gold. The horror she felt at loosing access to all that money.... The condo.... The cars..... It was written all over her face. My lawyer and I were walking out to our cars when the ex came running up to me. She was screaming and swearing. She was crying and her makeup was running down her face. "How could you do this to me!!!! How could you destroy what I had!!! It's going to take a miracle to get my lover to take me back!!!" "Well sweetie, you might want to go catch her before she leaves then" I pointed over to the lovers Mercedes that was pulling out of the parking lot. The ex freaked out and started to run down the street after her lover..... God that was a nice thing to see. I thanked my lawyer for his fine work and promised to pay him off from the large settlement check I was guaranteed to receive. I think he enjoyed watching my ex crash and burn almost as much as I did! On my way home, I made some phone calls and let all my friends know what had happened. I even called the ex's mom. She and I were on good terms believe it or not. She was extremely upset with her daughter for leaving her children like she did. I talked to the ex-mil and let her know how everything had turned out. "Hey mom, I won. Don't be surprised if the ex comes to you begging for a place to stay. Her lover dumped her right there in court". "I don't know where she is going to go, but she can't come here! That little bitch has done too much to my grandchildren for me to ever forgive her!" Even I was surprised by the venom in her mom's voice. That little girl had really burned her bridges. Fuck it. I was going to get enough from that check to pay off a bunch of debts and maybe even have enough to get my kids something nice before they started back to school. Hopefully I could even get out from under the house and take the kids away from this hell hole of a city. Maybe Florida? I could do without snow for the rest of my life. Several days later, I was getting things prepared to pay off of debts when I got the check. Final balances and the like. The kids were off with their friends for the day and I was quite happily sipping on a beer while figuring things out. Someone knocked on my door. Who the hell is that? It's mid afternoon on a Wednesday, everyone should be at work. Holy fucking bat shit. There on my porch, on her knees is my ex-wife! "To what do I owe the pleasure?" "Please. I need your help. She kicked me out and I have nowhere to go." She looked absolutely pathetic. No makeup, no jewelry. "Why should I help you? After all you've done? Why do you deserve my help?" "I don't deserve your help. I've been horrible to you and to the kids. I got sucked into my lovers life. I gave up what I loved for money and things. I sold my soul for money." "And...... Why should I care? You did this to your self. Why come to me. Go to your mom or your brother. Go to your aunts and uncles." "I tried. No one will help me. I have no money. I walked here from down town. I slept in a park last night. I have nothing. My family all said they disowned me. They won't even listen to my apologies" Holy shit. I thought for sure her mom would crack and take her back in. "What do you want from me?" "Some place to stay. I know you have an extra bedroom. I miss you and the kids" Bullshit. She misses her lovers credit card is what she misses. "Stay on the porch. Ill get you a sandwich while I think" I went into the kitchen and absent mindesly started to make a sandwich. What the fuck was I going to do? If I turned her away, I would never be able to look my kids in the eyes. This was their mother. Regardless of the bullshit she had pulled, I couldn't let her go homeless.... Hell, if anything I wanted her ass to go back to work and start paying child support on a regular basis! I turned around and dropped the plate.... In front of me, on her knees was my ex-wife. Naked as the day she was born. She leaned forward and actually prostrated herself. Her massive mammaries squashed on the floor. She stretched her arms out and even touched the floor with her nose. This was something I had NEVER seen from my ex. "I'm sorry. I betrayed your trust. I betrayed my children's trust. I threw away my family just to have money. I threw away your love and your trust. I know I have no right to expect your help. I miss this house. I miss my family. I miss sex with my husband. I have nothing but my body. I already sold my body to her. Now I'm willing to sell myself to you. Please, don't forgive me, just take pity on me and use me as you see fit. Please use me. Please fuck me. The last year was horrible with her. I haven't had an orgasm in months. I'm not gay. I only stayed for the money. I need cock!" Oh my god. Here was my ex-wife begging me to have sex with her. She was actually crying. I pinched myself thinking this had to be some sort of dream.