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Cheat

By: Ashson



"Have you finished your political assignment yet, Cheryl?"

Not the sort of question I wanted asked, especially as I hadn't even started the stupid thing.

"Ah, no, sir. Not quite. I don't have all that much left to do, though."

"Just remember it's required by Friday week. Your work is a little borderline right now. Quite frankly, a failure on this assignment will put your position on the cheerleading squad in jeopardy. The school rules are quite firm regarding this. Anyone who is not sustaining passing grades is dropped from the squad until they get their marks up."

Bloody hell. I couldn't afford to be dropped from the squad. There was a ton of younger girls wanting in. If I got dropped I'd never get my place back. I'd have to do something about making sure I handed in a good assignment.

- - -

"Simon, have you got a moment?"

I was startled. Cheryl, one of the cheerleaders was deigning to speak to me? She'd never even acknowledged that I attended the same school before. Now she was cooing sweetly and smiling. At me. She wanted something.

Man, that girl is good. Even though I knew she was having me on she still persuaded me, against my better judgement, to help her with her assignment. The assignment would be no problem. I'd done three different versions when I was doing mine, trying to get an assignment that would get up the nose of the professor and still get a good pass mark. I could rework one of my rejects for Cheryl.

It's a joy to watch her operate. She's blonde and beautiful, and she has a brain, even if she does seem reluctant to use it. At sixteen, she had all the boys on the campus watching her. Now that she was the ripe old age of eighteen she was leading them all around by the nose.

She cooed at me, and flattered me, and hinted at wild delights that would be mine. Without actually saying it the message came across loud and clear. If I gave her some major help with her assignment then I could expect a decent reward. The insinuation was a date and maybe some real quality time with her as part of the date. What could I do but accept?

Things promptly went the way I thought they would. She was sorry, but she couldn't make the first appointment to start the assignment. Could I start it for her? No worries, Cheryl. Of course I can.

- - -

"I thought you had arranged to see Simon tonight and get your assignment started," observed Jenny when I ran into her after cheerleading practice.

"Get real," I said, laughing. "Simon will do the lot. I'll just keep sweet-talking him and keep him on a hook until it's done."

"Not very nice. I assume that the date you insinuated will happen isn't going to?"

"Fat chance. If he really thinks I'd go on a date with him, or do any of the other things he's dreaming about, he's an idiot. The guy's a loser."

"If he's a loser, why have you conned him into doing your assignment?"

"Because he's a very brainy loser. He'll be able to produce a dry as dust assignment that will have old Eddings smiling at me and congratulating me for my rare insight."

"Still, it's not very nice to use Simon like that."

"He can look on it as a learning experience," I said. "After all, this is a school."

- - - 

The assignment work went on in much the way I'd envisaged. I'd suggest a time to meet, Cheryl would agree and then cancel at the last moment. Would I be a sweetie and just go on with it by myself? Of course. No problems.

After a week the assignment was complete and in Cheryl's hot little hand. She actually had three days to spare. As soon as she had it her attitude changed.

Talk about the quick kiss off. A date? Was on earth was I talking about? She'd never promised to go on a date. It was all in my imagination. Thanks for the help. And she was gone, walking away, her bottom swishing happily from side to side.

I went home and relaxed, waiting for a phone call.

It came later that evening. She was crying and almost incoherent. It seemed that she'd finally got around to reading the assignment I'd prepared for her. I interrupted her wailing.

"Cheryl, I can't understand a word you're saying. Why don't you come around to my place and we can discuss whatever little problems you've got?"

She was reluctant but desperate. She didn't have time to start doing an assignment from scratch. All she could hope to do by herself was bring the one I'd given her up to a standard that might get her a pass mark, if she was lucky, and if old Eddings was feeling generous.

Cheryl was banging on my door fifteen minutes later. I let her in and she stormed past me and flung herself down on the couch, glaring at me.

I just stood there, smiling politely and waited to hear what she had to say. I took her a couple of moments to get her thoughts together and then she started.

"How could you do this to me?" she demanded, shaking the assignment in the air. "If I handed this in I'd be a laughing stock. It's a guaranteed fail, and I'd be out of the squad and I'd never get my place back. This thing is so bad I'd be lucky not to get kicked right out of the college."

"Could be worse," I pointed out.

Cheryl looked at me as though I was mad. 

"Worse? How could it possibly be worse?"

"You might have handed it I without reading it."

She looked appalled at the thought. I guess that was what she had originally decided to do before realising she should know what she'd supposedly written.

"But why? Why did you write this, this, garbage?"

"I thought you'd probably cheat, being all soft words and insinuated promises and then nothing. So in the spirit of friendly co-operation I decided that you cheat, I cheat. Fortunately, there is a way out of this situation."

Cheryl brightened up at that. I could see her mind working. If I knew a way out she was sure that she could get it out of me.

"What way?" she asked, a sweet and gentle smile on her face. She looked absolutely stunning.

"Well, before I can give you the details, you'll have to take your clothes off," I calmly told her. "I can't trust your word, now can I? So when you're sitting their naked I'll explain how easy it will be for you to resolve your problem."

Cheryl stared at me in shock, mouth open.

"You expect me to take off my clothes in front of you? If you're hoping for sex, forget it. Not going to happen. No way. I'd sooner fail."

"I didn't say anything about having sex. I said you had to take off your clothes before we continue discussing this. Don't worry. I'm not a rapist. Anything that goes on will be with your full consent."

Not necessarily her informed consent, but I skipped lightly over that.

"And you have a solution to the assignment?"

I said nothing, waiting.

"Well do you or not?"

I looked her up and down and played Brer Fox - I smiled an evil smile.

Cheryl glared at me, chewing on her lip. She needed a proper assignment and we both knew it. She finally jumped to her feet with an angry grunt. Not looking at me her dress came off, revealing a fetching figure in lacy panties and bra. She went to sit down again, stopping when I said, "Naked means naked."

I received a killing look and she hesitated for a moment. Then panties went down and she unhooked her bra. Naked, she hurriedly sat, legs together and arms folded across her breasts, blushing.

"Well, do you have a solution or not," she demanded.

"I do, but the first thing I want to discuss is the fact that you tried to cheat me. You may protest and argue semantics and say I read too much into what you did say, but when you get to the bottom line, you tried to cheat."

She glared at me, but I hadn't really left much room for a debate. We both knew the truth.

"I suppose that this means I have to go on a date with you before I get a proper assignment," Cheryl guessed.

"No. I have no intention of coercing you into a date. When I want a date with you I'll take my chances and ask and you'll be free to say yes or no."

"Then what do you want? And you'd better not say sex."

"Well, sex would be very nice, but I won't force the issue. No, I propose to punish a naughty little cheat the way you deserve. I'm going to spank you.

You can opt for sex if you'd rather," I added.

"You're not laying a finger on me," gasped Cheryl. "You've got rocks in your head. What makes you think I'd agree to you spanking me?"

"One, you need the assignment. Two, you're sitting there naked, and that shows how desperate you are."

I strolled over to the couch and sat next to her, smiling as she cringed away a little.

"Now why don't you be a good girl, stand up and bend over my knee." 

"How do I know you've got a proper assignment for me?" she hedged.

"You don't. You'll have to take my word for it. However, I will say that not only do I have a proper assignment but I also have some CliffNotes for it. You'll have time to study them so that if old Eddings gives you an oral on your assignment you'll be able to answer him. You may even learn something."

Cheryl did some more lip chewing, obviously wondering if she could sweet-talk her way out of the fix she was in. A glance at my face seemed to persuade her that no, she couldn't. She gave me a killing look and stood up, facing me. I gently tugged her forward and she settled across my lap like she belonged there.

"It's almost a pity to do this," I murmured, gently rubbing my hand over her bottom. "This is almost a work of art. Many people seen it like this?"

"What do you mean by that crack," came the wrathful query, "and will you stop patting me."

"Well, I'm assuming you're not a virgin, I'll admit, and I was just wondering how many lucky men there have been," I said blandly. "You are a non-virgin, aren't you? And I'm just rubbing to get a feel for my spanking target."

"It's none of your business whether I'm a virgin or not. Stop feeling me. If you're going to spank me, just do it." 

"You're saying you are a virgin? I hadn't expected that. It's a downright shame no-one has played with these with serious intent."

The 'these' I referred to was a soft and shapely breast which I cupped with my free hand. Cheryl started to rear up away from my hand, hastily subsiding when she found that this was causing the hand rubbing her bottom to slip around towards forbidden territory.

"I didn't say I was a virgin," she said, sounding as though she was speaking through clenched teeth. "Will you stop touching me and start the spanking."

"Oh, right," I said, lifted my hand and brought it firmly down on her bottom. 

Cheryl gave a yelp, and then another as another spank landed. I'd thoughtlessly overlooked the request to take my hands off her, with the result that her breast was still cupped in my hand. I became very much aware of it as Cheryl wriggled, rubbing it against me. Not that I was objecting, mind you.

After a couple more firm spanks I decided to continue the conversation.

"I'm confused," I said, with a firm spank. "First you insinuate that you are a virgin, and then you suggest that you're not. Which is it?" 

I emphasised the important words with a nice little spank for each of them. Cheryl was squealing and protesting, but not physically trying to stop me. I paused for a moment, hand resting on her bottom, fingers idly drumming against her pussy. (Hey, if she didn't want me to touch her there she should keep her legs together.)

"I'm not telling you either way," she snapped at me. "It's none of your business. And will you stop groping me and just do the damn spanking. Shouldn't it be over now?" 

"Oops. Sorry," I said, stopping the pussy drumming. The spanking resumed.

"Your other hand. Will you please move it?" squealed Cheryl.

"This one?" I asked, gently rubbing her breast, feeling the nipple harden against my palm. Or had it already been hard? "Sorry," I added, and reluctantly moved it until it rested on her back.

Cheryl's had pulled her legs together after I stopped drumming on her pussy, apparently aware of her vulnerability in that area. Now, unfortunately, they had drifted apart again, leaving her pussy exposed again.

When the first spank land on her pussy, Cheryl screamed. A scream that was out of all proportion to the power of the spank. I mean, it was a relatively gentle spank, even if it had covered her pussy. When she screamed again at the second one I decided I should mention it.

Leaving my hand resting comfortably on her pussy I raised the question.

"What on earth is your problem? There's no need to scream like that. Those last two spanks were relatively mild."

"Maybe," she snarled, "but that's not my bottom you're spanking. Don't touch me there. Move your hand."

"Oh. Sorry again," I said. "It's just when you spread your legs like that I thought you wanted me to spank you here."

All consideration, I rubbed my hand back and forth to show her where I meant.

"Why would I want to be spanked there? Just move your hand."

"Some women get excited by it," I said. Moving my hand away I could see that Cheryl was one of those women. Her lips were flushed and swollen, and had flowered slightly revealing her inner lips puffy softness.

"Well I don't," gasped Cheryl. "Just finish it would you."

"OK. We'll call it quits," I said generously. "Are you sure you don't enjoy it though. You look all hot and flushed and wet. Especially just here."

'Here' was pointed out by a finger probing gently against those puffy inner lips, sliding into her when they yielded. Hot and wet was right.

Cheryl seemed to shudder slightly and shut up. I could feel her pussy closing firmly around my finger. I gently cupped her breast again while gently massaging inside her. The condition of her hymen answered the virginity question for me. It would seem not, which I was grateful for.

"Please stop doing that," Cheryl finally managed to say.

Reluctantly I withdrew my hands, casually resting one on her bottom and the other on her back. 

"Are you going to make me have sex now?" she asked, resignation plain in her voice.

"No," I replied.

"You're not?" she demanded. "Why not?"

"Because I told you earlier that I wasn't going to demand sex. While I'm sure I'd enjoy it I'm not going to coerce you into having it. The spanking will suffice."

Cheryl gave a little, "Oh," and I couldn't tell if she was relieved or disappointed.

I swung her to her feet and stood up. I started undoing my belt.

Cheryl's eyes opened wide as she looked at me.

"What are you doing?" she asked, seeming all nervous again.

"I'm getting undressed," I pointed out. "If you are still naked when I've taken off my clothes I am going to lie you down on that couch and make love to you."

"You said you weren't going to make me have sex," she protested.

"Then you'd better hurry up and get dressed hadn't you."

I took off my shirt. Cheryl was standing there as though paralysed, not even reaching for her clothes. I was down to my underpants before she finally moved and grabbed for her panties.

"Ah, Cheryl," I said, as she scrabbled to start putting her panties on. "This is just a suggestion but instead of putting those on, why don't you take these off?"

I plucked at the side of my underpants. It was blatantly obvious what was under them.

"I don't have to," she said. "You can't make me."

I just gave her my most evil smile and waited. She stood there, looking at me, clutching her panties to her, her eyes twitching down to where my erection pressed against my trousers and then looking away. I figured the chances were very much in my favour. She was aroused and naked. It was going to take her more effort to say no than it would to yield.

I was right. I saw her swallow and then she dropped her panties. Then she dropped my shorts. She knelt in front of me and drew them down, watching intently as my erection came free. I stepped out my shorts, and then put a hand gently on top of her head before she could rise.

"It will go in more easily if it's nice and wet," I murmured.

She flicked a red-faced glance up at me, and then lightly took hold of my cock. Her head moved over it and I could feel her mouth engulfing me. I wanted to shout "YES", and had to bite my tongue to restrain myself. Then Cheryl's head started bobbing as she worked on my cock.

I had one thing in common with Cheryl. I wasn't a virgin. I've had and used erections in the past and expect to do so in the future. But I'll swear I've never had an erection like the one that Cheryl was forcing on me. Now I know why they call them blow jobs. They cause your cock to blow up like a balloon. I could feel myself swelling to bursting point. It was an act of sheer desperation when I lifted Cheryl's head away from me. 

She saw the look on my face as I lifted her and twisted so that she was flat on her back on the couch, and the look on her face was the triumphant look of a cat that had got both the cream and a canary as a side dish. Smug doesn't even start to cover it.  

She remained smug as I moved over her, preparing to take her. Then she glanced down at my erection and I was relieved to see that she looked just a tiny bit apprehensive. I pushed one leg off the couch and then I was coming down towards her. I was rough, I admit it. I sensed that Cheryl didn't mind, actually relishing being treated roughly. Spreading her lips I pushed between them.

I paused for a moment after that initial entry, flicking a glance towards her face. A waste of time. She was staring hard at where I was joined to her, a look of anticipation on her face. So I drove in hard.

Cheryl shrieked, lifting her legs high, helping me to fill her. Then her legs closed around my waist. And I mean around my waist. Not around my legs or my thighs or my buttocks. Her legs came lifting up, and around my waist they went, holding me deep within her.

My hands closed over her breasts. There was no gentleness in me at the moment and Cheryl wanted none. Her hands dug into my shoulders and I was mighty glad that cheerleaders had to have short nails. Long nails would have scratched me so deeply I'd have been hospitalised.

We took each other, starting hard and fast and continuing that way. I mauled her breasts while thrusting hard into her. Cheryl raked her nails down my back while energetically responding to my thrusting need, meeting my needs with her own.

We gasped and panted and pounded. Cheryl was noisy, squealing when I drove in hard, moaning and tossing her head from side to side as we went at it. We bucked hard against each other, two wild creatures come together for a vigorous mating.

I took her, pounding her as hard as I could for as long as I could and she stayed with me every step of the way. They say it takes time to adjust to a new lover. In our case the time was the time it took for that first thrust. We just seemed to fit. 

We made love violently on that couch, each ravishing the other and taking enjoyment from it. When my release came I thought I was dying. From the sobbing scream Cheryl gave I also thought that she had died.

Afterwards I dug out the assignment and the notes that went with it and gave them to Cheryl. I also advised her that if she didn't both read the assignment carefully and study the notes, she'd be an idiot. She solemnly swore that she would. She was halfway to the front door, clutching the assignment before I suggested that she might like to get dressed before she stepped outside.

- - -

"Hey, Cheryl, did you get your assignment done?" Jenny asked me at our next practice.

"Of course," I said. "Simon was a great help."

"I bet he was, poor fool. And did you make the grade? I hear that old Eddings can be a rough marker."

"I passed with flying colours. He suggested that I had help and I admitted that I had been given some assistance by a friend. He insisted on giving me an oral on the assignment and I passed without any problems."


Cheat



"Bloody lucky if you ask me. And tell me, when does Simon get his date?"

I smiled. "He hasn't actually asked me for one yet. When he asks I'll consider it."

Jenny sniggered. She didn't seem to rate Simon's chances too high. Me, I wasn't so sure. I think he'll be very determined if he wants something and I think he wants me. He's been giving me some looks lately that make my pussy twitch and by bottom cringe. I couldn't help wondering if he was going to come up with a reason to spank me again. Then I couldn't help thinking that maybe he'd think that spanking me was reason enough of itself.



Cheat and Lie



"Dad, am I adopted?"

"Holy cow, Jim. What made you ask that. I was in the delivery room when you were born. They let me watch. You looked like a little potato with arms and legs. It was one of the best experiences of my life. It's an amazing thing to watch new life coming into the world. In fact, I watched all of you kids being born. I was busting my shirt buttons watching that. You're Mom had a tough time with you. You were really big and she had a hysterectomy after you were born."

"Well, I was thinking back about something that came up in biology class last semester. It was about the genetics of eye color. He said if the parents had blue eyes they couldn't have a brown eyed baby. I told them you and Mom had blue eyes and mine were brown. He said I was probably adopted unless there was a brown eye gene in the family. Gary and Sarah have brown eyes too."

"Well, I know for a fact you weren't adopted."

Then it hit me. Maybe I wasn't his father. My mouth fell open but my mind went into denial. No way she would cheat on me. She loves me, she's a wonderful mother, she's a loving wife. Our sex life is great. She is always receptive to my advances. She wants it as much as I do. Many a night I was wondering if she was going to wake up the neighbors with her wild orgasms. I never saw any suspicious things that would even hint at her being a cheater. It just couldn't happen. I shook it off figuring something had to be wrong with all of this.

"Let's see what the internet says about that."

"Dad, the internet is full of bad information."

"I know, but let's see what we can find. There has to be an explanation."

I cranked up my search engine and did some eye color searches.

"There, see that. It's about recessive genes. Brown eye genes are dominant. If your Grandmas and Grandpas had brown eyes you could too."

"What color are their eyes. Dad.?"

I opened the family pictures folder. I found one of Amy's Mom and Dad taken at our wedding. I zoomed in and saw two pair of blue eyes. A little ball of ice was forming in my gut. I knew my parents had blue eyes too. We only had black and white pictures of both of our grandparents so I wasn't sure about them.

"Dad, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Let's not jump to conclusions. There had to be some explanation. You're Mom would never do that. I have a friend that works at a police lab. He does all kinds of genetic testing for court. Let me see what he says. And don't say a thing to anyone about this. I don't want to falsely accuse your Mom of anything."

"OK, Dad. I'll wait till you find out."

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

"Hi, John. This is Eric. How have you been?'

"Hey, Eric. Long time no see. I'm good. How about you?"

"I'm doing OK. I need to pick you brain. Can we meet for lunch."

"Sure, I can get away. We're actually having a slow day. How about the Olive Garden on 5th and Main. Say, 12:30."

"Perfect. I'll see you there."

"Bye."

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

"Hi, John. Good to see you again."

"Good to see you too. What's this all about?"

"Well. Jim had something come up in his biology class. They were talking about genetics and eye color. He asked me about it. I couldn't find much on the internet so I thought of you. The question is, can blue eyed parents have brown eyed kids."

He thinks a minute.

"Why do I suspect this is more than a question about biology. Is this about your kids."

"OK, I'll level with you. My parents and Amy's parents have blue eyes. Amy and I have blue eyes. My kids all have brown eyes. Are they mine?"

He thinks a minute.

"You put me in a bad spot. How do you want it, sugar coated or straight out."

The ice berg in my stomach just got bigger. I know the answer.

"They aren't mine, right?"

"Pretty slim chance. Depends on how far back the recessive brown gene is. The farther back it is the less likely they have brown eyes."

It's all I can do to maintain my composure.

"Thanks, John. I need to go now."

"Eric, take it easy on your self. Please. This is gonna be hard for you. I watched my brother go through this. Don't give up on yourself. It gets easier. How quick it gets easier is up to you."

I shake his hand and leave. 

I pull out of the parking lot trying to stay composed. I realize I shouldn't be driving in my condition. I pull into a shopping center and park.

I lay my head on the steering wheel and lose it. My tears fall like rain. My gut is in turmoil. I open the door and toss my lunch. Every horrible thought goes through my mind. How could she do this. How can she be such a loving wife and mother and lay with another man. How could she let me raise another man's children. My ego and my pride is ripped to shreds. My heart has been torn from my chest. I cry for what seems like forever.

I lift my head. I need to go somewhere and think. I need to figure out what to do. I head back to my office. As I walk in my secretary Sally, looks at me. Her mouth falls open. After ten years of working for me she knows me like a book.

"My god, Eric. What's the matter. You look terrible."

I go and sit at my desk. She follows and puts her arm on my shoulder.

"What is it, Eric? What's happened?"

"It's the worst day of my life. I think Amy cheated on me and her lover is the father of my children."

"Oh god, Eric. How terrible. I can't believe she did that. Are you sure?"

"Almost certain. I haven't talked to her yet. I'm way to upset to do it now."

"You need to talk to her. Maybe it isn't true. Go home now and talk to her."

"I don't think I can now. I need time to think."

"Please don't do anything rash. I'm sure there is a good explanation."

"I hope so, Sally. I really hope so."

I leave the office and go to my car. 

I sit and try to think what I should do.

The first thing I want to do is get the kids out of the house before I confront Amy. I call Jim.

"HI, Jim. I did some checking around. I'm almost positive it's true. I need you to get your brother and sister out of the house. Go up to the lake house and take the sat phone. Tell Sarah and Gary I want some alone time with your Mom. Get some money from her for groceries. I'm sure she will be ok with the idea. I'll call you when to come back."

"Fuck, Dad. This is so fucked up. I can't believe Mom did this."

"Me either. Please do as I ask. You can tell Gary and Sarah after you get up there. Don't say anything to your Mom. Call me when you leave."

Two hours later my cell phone rings. I see it's Jim.

"Hi."

"Hi Dad. We're on our way. I already told Gary and Sarah. They are really pissed at Mom."

"I'm not one hundred percent sure yet so wait till I call you. I'm going to call your Mom soon. But first I have to find a place to think. Don't start hating on your Mom. Both of us love you guys. Don't forget that."

"OK, Dad. We love you too. We'll be waiting for your call."

I call my boss and ask for some time off. I explain my situation and he tells me to take all the time I need. I decide to get a hotel room and figure out what I'm going to do. As I'm sitting on the bed all the terrible thoughts start again. I decide to call Amy. I can't put it off any longer.

"Hello. Eric."

"Hi, Amy. I know the kids aren't mine. I'll call you in a couple days. I need time to think."

I hear a gasp and a "No no" as I hit end call. My phone rings immediately. It's Amy. I let it go to voice mail. Five minutes later it rings again. I turn my phone off. My mind starts running again. I turn on the TV for a distraction. It doesn't work. It's just audio wallpaper. After crying and feeling sorry for myself for hours I fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning with a start. Then it all comes back. All the bad thoughts hit and the crying starts again. I cry off and on for the next two hours. Suddenly, what John told me come to mind. "It gets easier. How quick it gets easier is up to you." I decide to get the confrontation over with. Putting it off won't make it go away.

"Hello, Eric. Please come home. We need to talk. I can explain everything."

"Give me an hour and I'll be there. I need to shower first."

"OK, baby. Remember, I love you."

"Good bye, Amy."

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

The laundry is going. The dusting is done. The kitchen is clean. The vacuuming is done. It's time for a break. I fix myself a cup of tea and think about what to make for dinner. I decide to go online and look for something new. Jim walks in, gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

:Hi, Mom. Dad called me. He wants Sarah, Gary and I to go up to the lake house for a few days. He wants some alone time with you. I think he has plans for you."

"Oh my. Alone time, huh? I like that. Did you call Gary and Sarah?"

"Yep. They're on their way home. I need some money for food."

"I don't know if I have enough cash. Take my ATM card. Go easy on the junk food. You can't live on nachos and donuts."

"OK, I'm gonna pack."

I hear a uproar as Gary and Sarah come in.

"Mom. We're going to the lake house. Dad wants to jump your bones. You guys can run around naked and act like animals."

"Sarah! How you talk."

"Tell me I'm wrong, Mom."

"Go get packed. I gave Jim my ATM card. You'll need some food. I think there is enough propane for a few days. And no parties. I don't want to hear about some wild party and have to bail you out of jail. Maybe a little beer, but take it easy."

I kiss them all goodbye and watch them drive away. This is going to be great. I'll fix Eric his favorite dinner and fuck his brains out. My pussy tingles at the thought. After checking that I have everything for dinner I think about what to wear when Eric comes home. I want him to know what I have planned. I start looking through my lingerie drawer and my phone rings.

"Hello, Eric." 

"Hi, Amy. I know the kids aren't mine. I'll call you in a couple days. I need time to think."

"No! No! Please, Eric. It's not what you think. Please come home. I'll explain everything."

I see that he hung up on me. In panic I call him back. He doesn't answer. My world just came crashing down around me. I'm lost my husband. My family is gone. My kids will hate me. My parents will hate me. I fall to the floor and cry. Despair overwhelms me. I manage to get to my bedroom. I fall on the bed and cry out for help. 

"Please, God. Help me make this right. I've lost the love of my life and my children."

I try to call him again. He won't take my calls. I decide to call his office.

"Hello, Eric Jensen's office. How may I help you."

"Sally, this is Amy. Is Eric there?"

"No, Amy. He left a while ago."

"I need to talk to him. Do you know where he went?"

"No, he was pretty upset when he left. He said he needed to think."

"Thank you, Sally. If he comes in tell him I called."

"I will, Amy. I'm sure he will call you soon. Give him a little time."

"Goodbye."

I clutch my phone in my hand. All I can do is wait for his call. I lay on my bed thinking of all the worst possible things that will happen and cry.

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

Gary is driving. Sarah is sitting in the front passengers seat crying and sniffling. Jim is in the back seat staring at his feet. Sarah speaks first.

"How could Mom do this to Dad. Yes, Dad. He will always be my Dad no matter what. He will be my Dad forever and forever. But how could she choose someone else. I just don't understand. She let him think he was our father all those years."

Gary says, "I don't have a clue either, Sarah. I can't figure it. Dad sounded really bad on the phone. He is really hurt by this. I sure hope they can get by this.

From the back seat Jim says, "It's all my fault. I started it all. If I hadn't of asked him about being adopted none of this would have happened. I never should have taken that biology class."

Sarah says, "Don't do that to yourself, Jim. It's not your fault. Mom caused all of this. Don't play the guilt card on yourself."

Gary says, "We need to do something to help. I don't know what, but we have to. They have to know that we love them both and we want the family to stay together. We need to think positive about it."

Jim says, "I know Dad's ego and pride are ripped into little pieces. Mom has to be in a lot of pain knowing how Dad feels."

Gary says, "We'll get through this. I just know we will."

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I wake up the next morning. The first thing I think of is did Eric call. I grab my phone out of the charger and check for missed calls. Nothing.

"OK, one foot in front of the other. I need to shower and eat breakfast."

I go into the bathroom and lay my phone on the counter. I want it near. I shower, dry off and get dressed. I put my phone in my pocket. Into the kitchen, put on a pot of coffee and put some bread in the toaster.

"Please call, Eric. Please. I love you. Let me explain."

I eat the toast and drink my coffee, staring at the phone. It doesn't ring. He will call. He has to call. I know I can make it all right if he will just call. 

Two hours later my phone rings. It's Eric.

"Hello, Eric. Please come home. We need to talk. I can explain everything."

"Give me an hour and I'll be there. I need to shower first."

"OK, baby. Remember, I love you."

"Good bye, Amy."

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

I pull up in front of what maybe is my home. Only time would tell. I sat for a minute gathering my thoughts. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. Amy opens the door immediately.

"Come in, Eric. You didn't need to ring the doorbell. This is still your home. This is where your family is."

She really knows how to sink the hooks into me."

"Come in the kitchen. I have a fresh pot of coffee on."

She pours two cups of coffee and sits.

"OK, Sarah. It's time to talk, I'm all cried out and I don't know what to do."

"Let me explain everything. Then we can get busy fixing everything.

"OK, I'm listening."

"I'll start at the beginning. I met this guy in college. He was brilliant. His IQ was off the scale. He had a uncanny memory. He could remember everything he ever read. There's a name for it but I can't remember what it is. He was interesting to talk to. If you asked him what time it was he would tell you how to build an atomic clock. He had no social skills. We hung out for a while and I tried to teach him how to interact with normal people. I remember thinking how smart he was and how smart his children would turn out. I suspected his kids would change the world. He made a lot of progress with his social skills. Then I met you. I fell head over heels in love with you. I know you remember how we were. I lost touch with him. You took over my whole world. I knew I wanted to marry you after our first date. You swept me off my feet right into your bed. I saw what a wonderful, kind, sweet person you were. I knew I wanted you to be the father of my children.

"I see where you're going with this is going, Amy. You fucked him and let me believe they were mine. You kept me around for a meal ticket to feed your brilliant children. Is that it?"

"Oh god no, Eric. I wanted the best for my babies. I knew you would be the best father in the world. I didn't think you would ever find out. We would have brilliant babies raised in a wonderful loving family. I never wanted to hurt you. You're the love of my life. I just wanted him as a sperm donor."

"That's crazy, Amy. You let me live a lie for all these years. You let me love the kids, knowing they weren't mine. You took another man in your bed and lied about it. How could you live with a lie for so long."

"It got easier as time went on. I just pushed it to the back of my mind. I knew you loved me and the kids and they loved you. It was beautiful to see."

"So my genes weren't that good. I graduated from college in the top fifteen percent of my class. I graduated from law school in the top ten percent of my class. I passed the bar exam on my first try. I got a job with the most prestigious law firm on the west coast. I have the highest percentage of successful cases in the history of this law firm. I'm up for a full partnership as soon as Johnson retires. I'm really sorry that I didn't measure up to your genetic standards.

She starts crying. I feel like taking her in my arms and holding her but the pain and anger stops me. I love this woman but I hate what she did.

'Please don't think of it like that. I just wanted the very best for my children. You are the best father anyone could ask for. You guided them through all the pitfalls of growing up. Look how good they turned out. They're wonderful children. They love you and I know you love them. It was your influence that made them that way."

"I can understand what you wanted. I want the best for them too. It's the lies that really bother me."

"I'm so sorry for that. I never meant to hurt you. I didn't think you would ever find out. I love you too much to do that."

"This part I could learn to live with. It won't be easy but I could do it. There's another part we haven't got to."

'Oh god, no. Please. I know the cheating part is horrible for you. I don't know how to fix it."

"Horrible is a good word for it. You want to know how I feel about it. I have this video that runs in my head. I see you with him in bed. You have your legs open with them locked around his ass. I see him thrusting his cock in you. I see you thrusting up taking his cock in you. I see his ass cheeks clenching as her pumps his cum into you. I see you pushing up, taking all of him in you begging for him to cum in you. I hear you screaming as your orgasm goes though your body. That runs though my mind every time I think of him fathering your children."

"Please, Eric. Don't do this. You're torturing yourself. Don't do this to yourself."

"Tell me it wasn't that way. Tell me you didn't cum with him. I know how you are. I found out on the third date we had. Do you remember that. I'll never forget how you screamed for me to cum in you."

"Please don't do this. Please. She says, sobbing."

"I have an ego, Sarah. It's the way men are. We have egos and pride. Tell me, was he bigger than me. Does he have a huge cock. Did his big cock make you cum harder than mine did. How many times did you fuck him. I suspect more than three. Did I get sloppy seconds? Did I get to eat his cream pies?"

"Please Eric. This will only hurt you more. I've hurt you enough already. Please."

"Tell me or I'll walk out that door and you'll never see me again. I want the truth from you. I'm already hurt. It can't get much worse."

"All right. I'll tell you. He is bigger than you. He wasn't a better lover. He would come here for a week. We had sex every day for that week. I faked not feeling well while he was here. Then you and I made love without a condom once I got pregnant. I got pregnant with Gary and Sarah in one try. It took three tries for Jim. He had trouble getting away from his wife. He had to wait till there were seminars so he could leave. He told his wife they were for two weeks when they were only for a few days. I did have orgasms with him. I couldn't help that. You know how I am."

"Are you still in contact with him?"

"Yes. But not that much. He sends emails now and then asking how they are. He sends birthday and Christmas gifts. I just put my name on them."

"Does his wife know about this?"

"No. He says it would destroy his marriage."

"I want to know who he is. He owes me."

"Please don't make trouble for him. He has a good marriage going. He has three boys in college."

"I won't make trouble for him if he meets with me. I plan on collecting child support from him. How he wants to do it is up to him. If he refuses I'll sue his ass off and his wife will find out. It's up to him. His wife may find out about it anyway. It will be hard to explain the sum I'm going after to her. But that's his problem. He won't get much sympathy from me."




Cheat and Lie



"Please don't hurt him. He isn't a bad man. It took me a long time to convince him to go with my plan. I think he agreed just so I would stop asking."

"Do you have feelings for him? Amy. Are you trying to protect him."

"No. I don't. I just don't want anyone else hurt. I've hurt enough people with this.

"What's his name, Amy?"

"He's Brian Parsons. He lives in Tempe, Arizona. He's a professor of physics at Arizona State."

"Here's what I want you to do. Email him and tell him you will never contact him again. He isn't to contact you ever. No gifts. No inquiries about the kid. No more contact. You will break all ties with him."

"Do you agree to that?"

"Yes, Eric. I'll do anything you ask. I love you. I'll do anything to get us past this."

I'll call the kids and tell them to come home. I expect they will have a lot to say to you, so get ready. Especially Sarah. She will vent and then probably do everything she can to get us back together. I know she will give you a piece of her mind. Just remember they love you. You're their mother. They will always love you."

"Do you still love me, Eric."

"I'll probably love you forever. I really hate what you did. I may be able to deal with me not being their father, but I don't know about forgetting you cheating on me. I'll probably need professional help to get that video our of my head."

"I'll go to counseling with you. Anything to get us past this. Please don't give up on us. I know we can make it right. I'm just so sorry that I hurt you. I never wanted that to happen."

"I'm going to stay away for a while. I need to be alone to think my way through this. I won't abandon you or the kids. I know I won't be able to get that video out of my head if I'm seeing you everyday.

"Whatever you want. I'll agree. Just don't give up on us. Call me from time to time. Let me know how you're doing."

"I will. I need to go now. I need to call the kids. Expect them home probably today."

I go and pack my clothes and toiletries. As I start to leave my asks.

"Can I have a hug before you go. I really need one."

I take her in my arms. We hug and then I walk out the door. I hear her break down and start crying as the door closes.

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The next morning I call the kids. It's time for them to come home.

"Hello, Dad. Are you OK. We're worried sick."

"Hi, Sarah. I'm OK. Take it easy.

"Did you talk to Mom. What happened."

"Calm down. I talked to her. You can all come home now. I'm going to rent an apartment for a while. I need some time to get my mind right. And take it easy on her. She is taking this pretty hard. I know you want to give her a piece of your mind, but go easy."

"Are you going to divorce her?"

"I haven't decided on anything yet. Just come home and I'll explain everything to you. I'll keep you all in the loop. One thing I want you to know. Now that I know who Mr. Sperm Donor is, if you want to contact him I won't stand in your way. It will be your call.

"I've lived this long without talking to him. I can go a lot longer without him."

"Maybe when you get older you'll change your mind."

"OK, Dad. We'll leave in a couple of hours.

"OK, bye bye. I love you."

"We love you too, Dad. See you in a while."

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The kids come home. They burst in the door and hug their crying Mom. She manages to maintain some composure. Sarah starts asking questions right away. She is the "in your face type". She gets in Amy's shit immediately. Gary and Jim stand back and listen. Amy tells them why she did what she did and how she is so sorry for breaking up the family and hurting everyone. They assure her that they love her and will do everything possible to help her fix it. The finally settle down and Amy goes hardcore into being the best Mom she can be for them.

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I spend the next few days apartment hunting and getting set up for my single life. I've already come to the conclusion that it's going to suck. I plunge ahead knowing I have no other choice. The kids come by at every opportunity to check up on me. Sarah offers to come and cook for me. I let her do it off and on. 

I quickly decide I won't sit in my apartment and watch TV feeling sorry for myself. I find a nice watering hole nearby. It has a very friendly staff. I plan on becoming an expert at nursing drinks. The next business day I go back to work. My loyal secretary Sally, meets me with a smile and a hug.

"Good morning, Eric. Good to see you back at work. I was running out of things to do."

"Hi Sally, good to see you."

"How are you doing. Bring me up to date."

"Well, I moved out and got an apartment. Amy confirmed that the kids aren't mine. I decided the best thing was to come back to work instead of sitting around watching TV and feeling sorry for my self."

"I think you made the right decision. It's going to be hard for you. If there's anything I can to do help just let me know. I'm pretty good company and a good listener."

"Thanks, Sally. I know I can count on you."

"I guess you're ready. Here's a few messages for you. Nothing important."

"I have one important task. I intend to collect back child support from Mr. Sperm Donor."

"Are you going to hit him hard."

"Oh yes. I think a nice round number to start with is $400K if he wants to settle out of court. More if he want to go the legal route. He's a professor at Arizona State. I'm curious how his wife is going to react to all this. I don't think he can sneak that much out without her knowing."

I inform my boss that I'm back and pick up where I left off. I plan on staying as busy as possible but first I have Sally call Mr. Sperm Donor.

"Hello, Arizona State College. How may I direct you call?"

"May I speak with Mr. Brian Parsons please."

"May I tell him who is calling?"

"Yes. I'm Mr. Eric Jensen's secretary with Johnson, Williams and Benson Law offices."

"One moment please."

Ten seconds later.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Parsons isn't available right now. May I give him your number."

"Of course. It's (xxx) xxx-xxxx."

"Thank you."

"Thank you. Have a nice day."

Sally looks at me, smiles and gives me three fist pumps and a "YES! YES! YES! I would hate to ever get on her bad side.

Two hours later.

"Hello, Mr. Jensen's office. My name is Sally. How may I help you."

"umm This is Brian Parsons. Eric Jensen called me."

"Yes, Mr. Parsons, Let me connect you. Please hold."

She gives me another big smile and a thumbs up.

"Hello, Mr. Parsons. Thanks for returning my call. It's come to my attention that I've been supporting three of your children for the last twenty or so years."

"What is this. Is this a shake down.?"

"No, of course not. It's just a matter of some back child support."

"I guess Amy finally told you. The cat seems to be out of the bag, so to speak."

"Yes it is. I'm prepared to give you two choices. We can reach an agreement out of court or go the hard way and let the legal system take care of it. If you decide to settle it will save you quite a bit in legal fees."

"Have you decided on a figure?"

"Yes, but there is something else too. I want a notarized letter from you saying you, as their biological father give up all parental rights to the three children and that you agree not to communicate in any way with Amy or the children."

"I see. You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Jensen. What's the amount of the support.?"

"Well, based on $500 per month to the age of 21 for three children, I come up with just a little under $400K. Let's just round it off at $400K and call it all square. All three of your children intend to go to college. I'm sure you wouldn't want to deny that to them. It's my understanding you have three sons in college so I'm sure you're familiar with the cost of raising children."

"That's quite a sum. It will take me a while to come up with that much. Can you give me some time?"

"How much time would you need? Would thirty days be enough?"

"That should be enough time"

"Upon delivery of that amount I'll send you a notarized letter absolving you of any financial responsibility for your children and that I'm satisfied with the settlement."

"OK, I'll be in touch."

"Goodbye, Mr. Parsons."

Sally gives me a high five and a big hug.

"Well done, Eric. The shit will hit the fan there. I wonder if he wet his pants?"

"It's called the fucking you get for the fucking you got."

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The next week I find a counselor to help me with my problem. I explain what and how everything came to pass. I describe the emotions I'm feeling and what my goals are. This isn't her first rodeo and she comes up with a plan. As the video running thought my head is the big problem, she suggest that I try to desensitize myself to it. She wants me to let it run. She tells me it will cause pain and anger but she wants me to feel the emotions. The next step is for me to imagine it's a file on my computer and I'm running it on my video player. I'm supposed to run it and play with the stop, pause and play controls. This is supposed to give me control of it. I can run it at will, pause it, stop it at will and close the video player. The last step is for me to delete the file. She says that I'll always have a memory of the incident but it will just be just that, a bad memory.

Over the next few weeks I try what she asks. As she said, I feel all the emotions but they become less intense. Then I start playing with the controls. It works. I gain control of it. Then I start deleting it. It takes a while but the plan works.

Three days later the check from Mr. Sperm Donor comes by courier. I open a special account and deposit it.

The summer is over and Gary and Sarah go back to college. Jim decides he want to be a forensic investigator with the fire department. He enrolls in fire science courses online. I wonder, but never ask if he did this so him Mom wouldn't be living alone. He's a good kid and loves his Mom.

One Friday evening I'm about to go home for the day and Sally walks into my office.

"Eric, I've been watching you and I don't like what I see. You're spending too much time alone. Your kids are coming around but you're not getting out except going to that bar. How about we go out to dinner tonight. You need to get out and rejoin the rest of the world."

I smile at her. My ever present Sally. She always has my best interests in mind. I suspect she has some therapy of her own in mind, but I'm not sure what. I decide to go.

"OK, what time shall I pick you up?"

'I'll be ready at seven. I want a nice seafood dinner, and you're buying."

"Seven it is."

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Promptly at seven my finger is poised to ring Sally's doorbell. I take a deep breath and push. The door opens and my mouth falls open. He brown hair falls just below her shoulders. It frames her beautiful face. Her secretary glasses are gone. She is wearing her little black dress. It come down to mid thigh. I see beautiful legs clad in black thigh high hose from the hemline down. Not to mention plenty of cleavage showing. As my eyes move up and down she chuckles. I regain my senses and ask.

"Is Sally here? We're supposed to go out to dinner."

"She's indisposed. I'm going with you in her stead."

"Holy crap, Sally. Is that really you?"

"Yep, it's me. I decided to wear something different than my office garb."

"Wow. I knew you were nice looking but this off the scale."

"Why thank you, Eric. What a nice thing to say. Let me get my wrap and we can go."

I take her to Romano's. It's the best surf and turf place that I know of. The hostess seats us and I order a carafe of white wine. It's difficult for me to keep my eyes off her. I notice she is smiling as she watches me from the corner of her eye. The waitress comes and she orders the seafood combo. It has swordfish steak, razor clams and jumbo shrimp. Being a meat and potatoes man I order the fillet mignon with a baker.

"Eric, if you eat a fillet with white wine you'll explode."

"It's worth the risk. This is delicious."

"Mine is too. Good choice on this place. I'll make a note of it."

We chat and enjoy our meal. It's time to take her home. On the way home she asks.

"Eric, how are you and Amy getting along. I haven't heard you say much."

"Umm we're civil to each other. I'm finally getting my mind right. It's still too soon to think about getting back together. I need more time."

"I hope you two make it. You really had a good marriage."

"Yeah, had is the keyword. I really doubt if it will ever get back to what is was before."

"Is she seeing a counselor?"

"I don't think so. She hasn't mentioned it. I'm sure she would if she was."

"I probably shouldn't have mentioned it. I didn't want to bring a nice evening down at the end."

"It's ok. I had a great time tonight. You're good company. I have to admit, seeing you outside the office was a real eye opener. You're a very lovely woman."

"Aw, you say the sweetest things. But, Monday it's back the office secretary."

"You're a great secretary and a great friend. Thanks for being there for me."

"I think I'll have a craving for more seafood next weekend, so pencil me in."

"Consider it done."

I drop her off at her house with a hug and a quick kiss on the lips. She doesn't make a move and neither do I.

The next Friday evening she comes in the office.

"Tonight I want seafood and dancing. You're buying again."

"You're on."

I ring her bell and the door opens. This time she is wearing her little red dress. It has spaghetti straps which means no bra. Her hemline is mid thigh again. Red FM heels accent the red dress. She greets me with a hug and a kiss. She holds the kiss a little longer than the last one. I feel her firm breasts against me chest and my cock stirs.

We enjoy a nice dinner and move to the dance area. Even before we're seated she pulls me to the dance floor. It's a nice fast tango and I pleasantly discover she is not only beautiful but she's a great dancer. We find a table and I order a carafe of red wine. We dance to three fast ones in a row. She is beaming and it's obvious she is having a great time. A slow set starts and she pulls me up again. She moves into my arms and pulls up close to me. I feel her against my cock. It comes up to half hard. She looks up at me and smiles. She doesn't pull away. We stay out for two more slow ones. She hold my hand as we go back to our table. We sit and she looks at me.

"Eric. I want you to know something. I don't know if you've noticed that I don't ever mentions a steady boyfriend. It's because I don't have one. I do have some friends with benefits. After working with you all these years I realized that I was comparing all the men I met to you. None of them measured up. I never made a move on you because you had a wonderful marriage. I didn't want to be a home wrecker. I just want you to know. If you ever need me to be more than a friend or secretary just tell me."

I was dumbfounded. I never suspected she had feelings for me.

"Wow. I never suspected that. The way it is now, I can't start a relationship. I'm still married and there is a chance, however slim, that Amy and I will get back together. When I find out that won't happen you'll be the first one to know."

"I understand, Eric. Please don't let this influence your decision with Amy. That wasn't why I told you this. I'll always be your friend no matter what."

"Thanks, Sally. I've always felt you were there for me."

It's quiet as I drive her home. Many thoughts are running through my brain. They're all good. I drop her off with a nice hug and a kiss.

Saturday afternoon finds me sitting on my sofa watching sports program. My phone rings. I's Amy.

"Hi. Amy. What's up?"

"Hi Eric. I was thinking. I want you to come over this evening for dinner. I was planning on making your favorite lasagna. We haven't seen each other I a while. I thought it might me nice to spend an evening together."

I'm surprised at her offer. I wonder if she is planning on making a move on me. I think a minute and decide, "What the hell", let's see what happens.

"Sounds ok, Amy. What time?"

"How about seven, and you don't need to ring the doorbell."

There's that hook again.

"Ok, see you then."

I pull up in front of the house. One deep breath and I walk in. She greets me with a big smile and a hug. She is dressed in what she knows if my favorite dress. It's short and shows off her hot ass and legs.

"Come in and sit. Dinner is almost ready. I'll pour you a glass of wine."

I sit and watch her flit around the kitchen. I suspect she is as nervous as I am. We make idle chatter about the kids and what's going on with them. Sarah has a boyfriend, Gary is pulling down a 4.0 in all of his classes. Jim is taking fire science classes on line and is doing great.

We finish dinner and she leads me to the sofa. She sits close and her arm is just touching mine. As we chat she slowly moves closer. I put my arm around her shoulder. She immediately snuggles up against me. He breast against my side. She looks up and kisses me on the cheek.

"It's nice to be with you again, Eric. It's been a long time."

"Yes, it has, Amy."

She turns toward me and kisses me full on the lips. She holds her lips on mine, her tongue searching my lips. I open my lips and her tongue finds mine. I hear her moan and feel her nipples get hard against me. She always was a great kisser. It's impossible for me to resist. She pulls my hand to her breast. I hear her moan again as my hand closes on it. I tweak her nipple and our kiss gets hotter. Without breaking our kiss she turns and lays across my lap, both breasts against my chest.

"Eric, darling. Come to the bedroom with me. Let's try. Can we?"

I've come this far so I decide to go with her. She stands and pulls me up from the couch. I follow her into the bedroom. She moves into my arms and kisses me again. Our tongues meet and our passion raises. We slowly undress each other and fall on the bed. She quickly moves down and starts sucking my cock. It comes up full hard for her. She gets on top and drops on my cock. That hot pussy I remember so well wraps around my cock. She starts moving, taking me all the way in and then out. Then she rolls over and pulls me on top of her. She guides my cock into her dripping pussy.

"Oh god, baby. It's so good to have you back where you belong."

"I moan and push in all the way. I start stroking the way she likes it. She responds with moans and groans. She starts stroking up in rhythm with me. I can tell she is getting close. Her pussy muscles are squeezing me. Suddenly she throws her legs around my ass and locks her ankles. Her arms go around my neck. She pulls me down and thrusts up with her hips.

"Fuck me, baby. Cum in me. Cum in me hard. Please, baby. Cum in me. please. Please."

Then the worst happens. Her begging for my cum causes that picture to pop into my mind. I see her with her sperm donor laying in her saddle. I see her face twisted in ecstasy. My cock goes limp. I stop and lay still. It fucking happened. I had no control over it. She stops and just holds me. I feel her tears start.

"It's ok, baby. We can try again. It's ok."

I don't say a word. I just roll off her and sit on the side of the bed with my face in my hands. She starts crying full on.

"I'm sorry, Amy. I guess I'm not over it. I'm so sorry."

She hugs my back crying so hard she can't speak. I sit there a while as all the pain comes back. She lets go and falls on her pillow, sobbing. I stand up and start getting dressed.

"Amy, I think it's best if I go. I'm sorry."

I finish dressing and walk out. She watches me go, sobbing.

As I'm driving home the words keep running through my mind. "It won't ever work. I can't go back. It wont ever work. I can't go back."




Cheat and Lie



I walk into my apartment and strangely it feels good. Like a sanctuary. I sit on the sofa and run the evening through my mind. It was going great till she started begging for my cum. She had no clue that it would set me off. It was just the way she is. Now I have to deal with that picture. I decide to use what my counselor taught me.

Over the rest of the weekend I play with my mental photo program. It's not a video this time. It's just a picture. I mentally blur her face out and click on the close window x every time it pops into my mind. Slowly the pains lessens as I see the picture.

Monday morning as I walk into my office, Sally knows at once something is wrong.

"Eric. Something is wrong. What happened?"

"Come in and sit. I need someone to talk to."

"I'm here. I told you I'll be here for you."

I sit and try to compose myself. Finally I can tell her.

"Amy invited me over for dinner. I decided to go and see how everything was. We had dinner and some wine. We tried to have sex and a picture of them in bed came into my head. I lost my erection. I all but ran away from her. I couldn't deal with it.

"Oh god, Eric. I'm so sorry. How terrible for both of you."

"It was. I've come to the conclusion that we won't ever be a couple again. There's just too much pain when I'm with her. I spent all weekend trying to get that picture out of my mind. I'm probably going to go back for more counseling. I thought I had it under control but I don't."

"I'll help you Eric. Any way I can. Just let me know."

"Thanks, Sally. I'll probably need to bend your ear from time to time."

I spend the next few weeks working with my counselor to get rid of the picture. Finally I get control and it's just a memory, much like the video. It's easier this time.

Christmas comes and goes. The kids come home and put up a small tree and decorate my house. We exchange gifts. The do well at keeping it cheerful. I'm eternally grateful for them. As the new year comes in Sally and I start our Friday night dinner and dancing. After six weeks of nice times with her, on one particular night we plan to go our again.

I ring her bell and she opens the door. I'm used to her looking hot when I see but this time I hesitate. She has on a blue dress. Spaghetti straps and it's shorter than any I've seen her wear before. It just covers her ass. He breasts sway as she steps back to let me in. I make a note in my mind. No bra. She puts her arms around my neck and we hold a long kiss. Her dress rides up and I see the bottom of her naked ass cheeks in a mirror behind her. My cock twitches. She notices and pushes against me. We hold each other, just enjoying the closeness.

"You ready? Let's go dancing."

We go to our favorite spot, eat dinner and move to the dance area. I take her in my arms at the start of the first slow set. We hold each other close. He arms are around my neck and I know the bottom of her cheeks are showing. She doesn't seem to mind. I look around and see all male eyes are on her. The don't appear to notice her pretty eyes. I see a couple of husbands get an elbow from their wives. Of course my cock gets hard and pushes against her. She just smiles and pushes back. We dance for another hour or so and decide to leave.

As I'm driving her home she has her hand on my thigh. I reach over and put mine on hers. She pulls it up till I feel her shaved mound. I feel around and find her moistness. She moves her hand to my cock. It's straining against my pants. She unzips my pants and pulls it out. She gently strokes it up and down while looking at me. I almost wreck twice before we get to her house.

I pull up in front of her house. She leans down and kisses the head of my cock.

"Bring that in the house. I have plans for it."

"What did you have in mind, dear."

"You'll see. Come with me."

She leads me straight to her bedroom.

"Sit and watch."

"Yes sir."

I sit on the bed and watch her. She slowly slips the straps off her shoulders and let her dress fall to the floor. She stands and lets me look at her. She has an amazing body. Her hips are just a little fuller than she would like. Her ass looks just fine to me. I nice saddle to lay in.

She pulls me up off the bed and starts slowly taking my clothes off. She watches as my pants fall. She touches my bulging cock through my boxer briefs.

"mmmm, nice lump you have there. Let's have a closer look."

She drops to her knees and pulls them down. I step out of them as she grabs it. She holds it and cups my balls. Her hands are like magic. She looks up at me, holding eye contact with me as she kisses my cock head. She pushes me back and I fall on the bed. She starts sucking and licking my cock. She gets it nice and wet and quickly throats me. I almost cum in her. She pulls off to slow me down.

"Oh fuck, Sally. You're amazing."

"I pride my self on my cock sucking ability. You just hang on and enjoy."

She goes to work with vigor. In just a few minutes I'm shooting my load down her throat. She pulls off and takes some in her mouth. She moves up and kisses me. She gives me a snowball. I've never tasted my cum before and I'm surprised. It's not that bad. She sucks it all back in her mouth and swallows it.

'You're a naughty little girl, Sally. I may have to spank you."

"Yes I am, and don't threaten me with a good time."

She spins around quickly and her pussy is in my face. She throats me again and I give my full attention to her pussy and asshole. She growls and sucks my cock. Suddenly she moves off me.

"Let's play Wolfie. You get behind me and fuck me like an Alpha male wolf taking his bitch."

She gets on her knees and sticks her pretty ass up in the air. I move behind her and grab her hips. Just before I stick it in I slap her hard on her ass. She squeals and pushes back. I slap her other cheek and slide my cock in her. Her pussy is soaked. He pussy juice is running down her legs. I push all the way in and slap her again.

"Oh fuck yes. Spank that ass. Make me howl at the moon."

I spank her ass and slam in and out of her. She growls and pushes back in time with each of my strokes. I reach around and find her clit. I massage it and smack her ass some more. She starts cumming. Her growls grow louder and she gets hotter.

"Fuck me. fuck me. fuck my hot pussy. Shove that big cock in me."

I smack her and pump in her faster and faster. She howls louder and louder. Finally I can't hold back any louder. I give her two hard slaps and thrust into her. My cum rockets out and blasts into her cervix. She cums with me making all kind of animal noises. We fall together on our sides. She quickly rolls over and hugs me.

"Damn, Sally. You're the hottest fuck in the state."

"She smiles at me and says, "Thank you."

We both have a chuckle and a hot kiss.

"Wolfie, huh? I kinda liked spanking that Alpha female ass."

"umm, we both did."

"I never suspected you were so hot in bed. You always seemed kinda reserved at work. What a switch."

"That was the professional side you saw there. This is the real me."

"Nice to meet you, Naughty Sally."

"You think I was naughty? Now I'm ready to give you may ass. Then I'll really howl."

"Oh my god. I've never had an ass before."

"We'll both love it. All we need is a condom and some lube."

She moves over and pulls the drawer of her nightstand open. She pulls out a condom and a bottle of lube. She rolls the condom on my cock and lubes it up. She sticks the nozzle of the bottle in her asshole and gets it ready. She smiles, looks at me and gets on all fours with her ass up in the air.

"Fuck my ass, Eric. Now."

I move around behind her. I reach up and grab both of her nipples. I pinch them and pull back. She squeals. I line my cock up with her little pink and shove my cock in to the hilt. She howls and cums. I hold her nipples back and stroke in and out. She clenches her muscles down on my cock as he meets each stroke with her own.

"Fuck my ass! Fuck my asshole. Ream me out and cum in me."

Her amazing tight ass muscles bring up a stirring in my loins.

"Here I come, my little bitch. Get ready for your Alpha Male to cum."

She clenches down again and we both cum as I fill the condom. We fall on our sides, gasping for air.

"My hot little bitch."

"My big Alpha Male."

I suspect she likes to talk dirty when she's fucking. I make a mental note to try it next time.

She finally regains her breath and sits up. She pulls of my condom and goes into the bathroom. I hear water running and the toilet flush. She come back with a wet wash cloth and a hand towel. She gently cleans my cock . She finishes and gives it a kiss.

"There, all spic and span."

She gets back in bed and lays with her head on my chest. She is holding my limp cock with one hand.

"Fun night, huh baby?"

"Sure was. You're my first ass fuck. Pretty fucking amazing. I suspect I'll want in there again."

"You're going to be in there a lot. You're going to be cumming in all my holes over and over."

"Challenge accepted."

She snuggles up to me and I pull up the covers. I switch off the bedside lamp and we fall asleep in each others arms.

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I filed for a divorce. I gave half the $400K I got from Mr. Sperm Donor and the house. She didn't contest it. 

I hear little bits and pieces from the kids. I heard that Mr. Sperm Donor got taken to the cleaners by his wife. Oh woe is me. NOT!

The kids tell me Amy is seeing a counselor. She is slowly getting her mind to accept that we are done. She is learning to forgive herself for what she did and all the pain she caused.

Sarah is in love with a really nice guy. He is planning on going to Harvard Law School. They plan on getting married when she finishes her sophomore year. I'm looking forward to some grand children.

Jim is almost finished with his fire science classes. He plans on applying near home. I think he wants to keep his eye on his Mom.

Gary is carrying a 4.0 average all the way through college. He is studying computer science. His professor thinks he swallowed a microprocessor and a mother board.

Sally and I are exclusive now. She understands that I'm taking it slow and has no problem with it. I notice her sitting kind of gingerly on her chair in the office. Sometimes she asks for some time off from getting spanked so she can heal up. We try to keep it very professional at the office. She teases me sometimes. She tells me she isn't wearing panties when she is standing next to me. I usually check and find her sweet shaved pussy all wet. We try to behave so we aren't the topic of all the office gossip.

A year later I move in with Sally. We get along great and I keep her ass sore for her. She loves it. She makes sure that I cum in all of her holes and on every part of her body.

Sarah got married and dropped out of school. I gladly sprung for a big wedding. Amy, of course, was there as well as Sally and I. Amy didn't snow any animosity toward Sally. I was thankful for that. I guess she has accepted that I've moved on. Sarah made me a grandpa nine months later. Sally and I flew out to see the baby. I send them money to help while her husband is school. Between his parents and I we take care of them.

Gary graduated with honors and got a job with a leading computer software manufacturing company. He specializes in writing builds on their existing products. He has a girlfriend and they are planning on getting married.

Jim got on with the county fire department. His reputation is spreading and he gets called by other counties to help out. He has a girlfriend but he has no plans on getting married. He us still living with Amy. I think he wants to take care of her.

A year later Johnson retired and I was made a full partner. Sally is now my personal assistant. Really personal.



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I was twenty when my life changed. Or perhaps I was fifty. Well, one me was twenty, and the other was fifty, if that makes any sense. It will. Anyway, twenty year old me was sitting on the couch one Saturday, playing some videogames and unwinding from a demanding week at the software company I worked at, when suddenly, a man appeared from thin air in the room, right between myself and the screen of my television. I swore as I dropped the console, partially in fright, and partially because this...apparition, whatever it was, was making me lose my game. I surveyed the man...he looked like he could be a relative. We were the same height and build, though he was ever so slightly bigger than me. His graying hair looked as if it had once been the same shade of light brown that mine was now. But the strangest thing about it was that, like me, his left eye was lighter than his right. How often did that happen?

"I'm sorry," he said, "but I need to do this."

"Huh?"

"When I was twenty, I recall having been visited when I was alone, playing a video game, by an older version of myself."

"So you're...me?" I wondered.

"Yes. Call me narcissistic, but I must admit I'm a little proud of you for catching on so quickly."

"If you're me," I asked, "What number am I thinking of right now?"

"Thirteen hundred fifty one," he said, "I remember the number I thought of like it was yesterday."

I breathed deeply, now forced to accept the fact that me, from the future, was able to time travel, and in my living room.

"So what brings you...me...here?"

Momentarily, I thought I saw a look of apprehension on the old man's face, as if his worst fear was about to come true.

"I came here to give you this...I wish I didn't have to."

He pulled a small orb with various buttons on it from his pocket and gave it to me.

"This is an interface that allows its operator to upload himself or anyone else into a computer. Press this button," he said, indicated a small square button on the back, "and a cord pops out that allows you to connect the interface to any computer or mobile device. Once you set the interface with this button," he indicated a circular one, "the next person who touches it can be uploaded into any program the operator wishes."

"How does it recognize the operator?" I asked.

"This device responds to my DNA, which is your DNA as well. It can only be operated by us. Once the operator has uploaded a person, he has control over them and their world. If he uploads himself, he still has control of what he and the other person do. The operator is able to leave the device whenever he wishes. The others in the device can leave only when the operator releases them."

Then he looked me in the eyes, deadly serious, "I invented this device, which is to say, you will invent the device, by reverse-engineering it from the one given to me by a future version of myself. Further research on the mechanism at the laboratory where I work in the future unlocked the key to time travel. It has done innumerable good in the world...but let me just say this...I deeply regret having to give you this device, because of what you're about to do with it. I don't want to tell you what it is I did...what you will do, but let me just say that it was unethical, and I regret it so much that I wish there was a way, other than giving you the device, to have it invented without creating a time paradox."

"I don't understand," I said.

"Please, don't do anything unethical with the device."

And then he left, vanishing into thin air as suddenly as he had come, and I was left with a power in my hands that I was completely unprepared for. I went to bed, unwilling to start on reverse engineering the device after a long week of work.

My video gaming was interrupted again when Cassie came over. Cassie Goth and I have been dating for two months.

"I figure you were tired after a long week of work, so I picked up a pizza," said Cassie, then seeing me playing her favorite fighting game she asked "Hey, can I play?"

That's one of the things I love about Cassie, her love of video games. It's rivaled only by her love of fitness. She's the star of her college track team, and I love the slim yet round curve of her hips, her toned back and legs, and her round, jutting ass. Still, she isn't exactly one to show herself off. She sat there in her baggy sweats and hoodie, winning round after round of Fight-O-Rama as a character who fought in a minidress and thong. She would never wear something like that in real life. Then she noticed the interface that the older version of myself had given me.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Just a project I'm working on," I said quickly.

I wondered why I hadn't been completely honest with Cassie. Truth was, because I wasn't quite ready to share the knowledge of something so powerful.

A few more slices of pizza and rounds of game, and Cassie excused herself to go to the restroom. It was then that my mind started racing. I loved Cassie and all, but it would be exciting seeing her a bit more...uninhibited. We'd never made love, she'd never masturbated in front of me, never wore sexy clothing out...and now I had the power to make a person do whatever I wanted, right in the palm of my hand. Hesitantly, I pressed square the button and the cord popped out. I connected the interface to the video game I was playing and pressed the round button. The device began to glow.

As Cassie emerged from the bathroom, my heart was hammering into my throat.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Uh...about that project for work," I began. I was at the horns of a dilemma. Should I tell her the truth? Or should I test my newfound power? If I told her the truth, I might give up my only chance...

"Yes?"

"It's a state of the art video game controller. I thought you might want to try it out."

Okay, not technically a lie.

"Cool," she said, "How does it..."

But no sooner had Cassie touched the device than she was gone from the room, and I could see her on the screen of my TV. She was standing in the ring, in place of her character, wearing the same outfit that her character was wearing. I wondered what would happen...would she be angry?

"Hi, I'm Cassie "Kicks ass" Goth, ready for round two." I saw a cursor on the screen that hadn't been there before. I moved my hand, and the cursor moved. I clicked on Cassie. A box on the screen popped up, containing a set of stats.

Age: 21

Strength: 4/10

Speed: 8/10

Agility: 7/10

HP: 100

And below that...

Appearance

Bio

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I clicked on Bio and Cassie began to speak.

"Cassie 'Kicks ass' Goth is a speedy runner. Not the hardest hitter, but she can dodge anything you throw at her."

"Cassie?" I said hesitantly.

"What?" she asked.

"Can you hear me?"

"Of course."

"Do you know who I am?"

"The announcer. You announce the fight and say what moves we're performing."

"How did you get here?"

"From the locker room, of course."

Wow...Cassie didn't seem to be aware of what had happened at all. She was now herself as a fighting game character, thinking she had always been that way.

I clicked on appearance, and the fighting ring melted away behind Cassie. In its place was a backdrop of a locker room, with Cassie in the center. I moved the cursor to her breasts. The real-life Cassie had breasts on the small side, not tiny, but definitely not large. I clicked on them.

"Ah!" said Cassie, slapping the spot where the cursor had touched, "must be a fly."

So she could feel the cursor...she just couldn't tell what it was? Interesting.

I clicked the enlarge button on the screen, and her breasts swelled to twice their normal size. Then I clicked on her nipples a few times for good measure.

"Eek! Aah! Oh!" she cried out, her nipples hardening.

She looked every bit the part of a buxom video game fighter. I then clicked on her hair. As I did, she brushed a hand past it, as if seeing whether something was there.

Cassie had dark brown hair, which looked nice enough against her tawny skin, but I always wondered what she'd look like if it were red. Now I had my chance to find out. A menu of colors popped up, and I clicked on dark red. Her hair color instantly changed.

"Cassie," I said.

"That's the announcer," she said, "I wonder if it's time for my fight..."

I put on an announcer-like voice.

"Aaand we're almost ready for the fight. Cassie is still in the locker room and I bet that cursor tickles."

I swiped the cursor over her stomach to test if the command had worked. Cassie instantly began to giggle. I moved the cursor more vigorously, and she collapsed in gales of laughter. I enjoyed the upskirt view of her thong for an instant, then moved the cursor to her feet.

"Help! Help! Make it stop!" she shrieked between laughs.

I removed the cursor from her body and put my announcer voice back on.

"Well, that was weird. And the cursor has stopped tickling and Cassie is unfazed and ready for the fight."

I clicked the "close appearance mode" box, and the locker room melted away. Cassie was in the ring once more, breasts larger and nipples hard, but otherwise unchanged.

I picked up the video game controller for my own character, a lean yet muscular martial artist. I'd chosen him for similarity to my build, and customized to look like me. I started to speak in my announcer voice again. I knew all Cassie's character's strengths and weaknesses, and I wasn't going to let her win that easy.

"And Cassie launches a flying spin kick," I said, making my own character duck and come back with a body slam.

Cassie was now at 85 HP. I didn't want to KO her completely...just get a few good hits. 

"Cassie comes back with a solar plexus punch," I said, making my character block and counter with a jab to Cassie's large breast.

"Oof!" said Cassie.

80 HP. The size of the breast probably provided padding.

I clicked on Cheat Codes. The world around Cassie seemed to stand still.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Wardrobe malfunction when I next grab you." I said

Then the world unfroze. I made Cassie attempt to punch my character, and had him seize her by the shoulders. The neckline of her dress slipped, exposing a nipple.

I clicked on Cheat Codes again.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Wardrobe malfunction when you next try to strike. And I want you to become more aroused the more of you is exposed."

"And Cassie tries to knee her opponent," I said. I made my character jump back as she raised her knee high and her thong snapped in two, exposing her already wet vulva. Another cheat code and the strap of her dress ripped, exposing her other nipple. And then I had an idea...

"In an uncharacteristic move, Cassie bends over, exposing her ass to the audience, and the crowd goes wild."

I moved the cursor to my own character and clicked. The same pop up menu appeared. I moved my cursor to "cheat codes."

"What would you like me to do?" asked the character. He even sounded like me.

"Spank Cassie," I said.

With each swat, Cassie's ass jiggled. Red handprints appeared with each hit. The computer recorded each hit as an attack.

75 HP

74

73

72

By the time Cassie was at 50 HP, she was begging for the pain to stop. I obliged, telling my character to stop spanking Cassie. Then I touched the orb myself.

Next thing I knew, I was standing right where my character had been standing, still over Cassie's bent over body. I enjoyed seeing it up close, her now pendulous breasts hanging down, her naked vulva engorged and wet. I could still see the cursor, hovering in front of me. I concentrated on it and motioned toward Cassie. The cursor clicked on Cassie.

The world froze around me. I was the only one aware. Cassie turned, still bent over, and with an heedless smile on her face, said

"What would you like me to do?"

"Don't make any attacks or defenses. Just stay in that position for as long as I'm fucking you."

Then I grabbed her hips and thrust into her.

"Oh!" she squealed.

As I thrust in and out of her, I tugged at her clothes, ripping and tearing what remained of them. I could feel her body becoming hotter and more flushed as I did so, but she couldn't come until I made her with a cheat code, and I was just in the mood to fuck. I pulled her hips into mine. I could feel her body quivering as if she were trying to resist, trying to remove herself from the position she was in, but to no effect except for her quivering body feeling so good on my cock that I thrust harder and deeper. Her tits jiggled as I thrust, and the sight made me come hard, shooting my load into her. We collapsed onto the ring at the same time, and two KO symbols flashed on the screen.

Next thing I knew, the scene changed. I was in front of a whole new crowd. The word "READY?" flashed on the screen. I cast about for the exit, and saw a strange portal where the ceiling of the building should be. I directed the cursor to move me to the portal. As I moved up to the portal, I noticed that my character was back in the ring and the crowd had not noticed a thing. I wound up in a white room that appeared to be circular.

"Do you want to erase, add or modify any data before you return to reality?" a mechanical voice asked.

Data? Like, my memories?

"No," I said.

Then I was in my living room again, and the orb was lying in front of me. I moved my hand and clicked on the room. A menu popped up that said

Fighting Arena

Locker Room

Training Room

I selected locker room, and instantly, the arena melted away and Cassie was back in the locker room, her clothes tattered, cum dripping down her leg.

I selected her cheat codes again.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Take off your clothes, sit down on the nearest seat, and rub yourself to orgasm with my cum as lubricant."

"Mmmmm," Cassie said as the world unfroze.

I watched, curious, as Cassie had never masturbated in front of me before. I saw her trail her finger up her thigh slowly, catching the cum that was trailing down her leg. She teased her labia with a cum-coated finger for a while, then plunged the finger between her labia and began stroking her clit. She stroked lightly at first, as her other hand moved toward her vulva, but began to rub faster as she inserted a finger into herself. Soon she was moaning as she rubbed her clit in fast circles with one hand, thrusting the fingers of the other in and out of her vagina. Her large breasts heaved as she panted, and she bit her lip, concentrating on the sensation. She gave a yelp and arched her back as she came, thrusting her breasts toward the screen. Her toned legs twitched and slid back and forth along the locker room floor as her yelp faded to soft whimpers. Finally, spent, she leaned back against the lockers.

I clicked on her again.

"What would you like me to do" she said, breathless, but seemingly unaware of it.

"Take a shower."

Cassie looked herself up and down as if evaluating.

"I really should clean up" she mused.

As I watched the steam of the shower floating around Cassie's body and the soap suds running down her toned legs, my cock began to stir. I wasn't quite feeling ready to get hard again yet, so I decided to keep her in the video game for a while. I drew out her shower by having her spend extra attention on soaping her breasts. I put on my announcer voice again.

"As everyone knows, Cassie is extremely aroused by the soap suds on her breasts."

For a second, Cassie stopped soaping her breasts and began to blush. Seeing this, I said

"And there Cassie goes massaging soap into her breasts. It looks like she can't stop herself."

Cassie grew redder and redder as if trying to resist the strange change that was happening to her, then finally, she threw herself wholeheartedly into the task of washing her breasts. She massaged soap into the nipples, giving them gentle pinches as she did so, so that they hardened as she showered.

After her shower, I decided to send Cassie to the training room. Though Cassie was a track star, she'd had hang ups about exercising in front of me. Well, she was about to do just that, naked. I clicked on a squat rack and Cassie stepped into it.

"And it looks like Cassie is getting ready to do her squat workout," I said.

As Cassie moved through her warmup of high knees, I got a good view of her vulva...it looked aroused still, which gave me an idea. I clicked on Cassie in midair as she did high knees.

"What...would you...like me...to do," she panted.

"Orgasm now," I said.

She fell to the floor immediately, quaking and whimpering. The background characters in the training room took no notice, and Cassie was still unaware of anything abnormal about her being in the gym naked. Indeed, she gave a giggle of delight after coming, then got back up, ready for her workout.

I was anticipating that the view would be super-hot...wasn't anticipating that she'd be using 200lbs for her squats. I wondered if she could do that outside the game...I'd have to figure out some way to ask her once she was out without letting her know what I had done.

Her form was perfect, in more ways than one. She arched her back and dropped her ass nearly to the ground before rising again. I zoomed in on her buttocks as she did squats, and as I did so, my cock began to harden. I waited until Cassie was in a perfect position, then paused the game, got lubricant, and returned to the couch to unbutton my fly. I thought how lucky I was to have such a beautiful sight on the screen - my very own girlfriend, paused completely still as if waiting for me. My very own show.

I un-paused the video game and began to stroke my cock. I zoomed in on her ass as it bobbed up and down, the muscles straining and flexing, then rotated the camera and positioned it so close to her vulva that I could see up it. I felt a thrill of power knowing that Cassie in real life would have never let me see her in such an intimate way. When she finished her set, I paused the game again, watching her body frozen in the position I loved to see: chest lifted to show off her beautiful breasts, back still arched so that her round buttocks stuck out like a shelf, legs apart enough to show a peek of her labia and clit. I stroked faster and faster to the sight of her, until I came hard, harder than I had ever come in my life, I think.

Thoroughly satisfied, I wiped the cum up, hid the lube, and put my pants back on. I clicked on Cassie and scrolled up until I could see the same portal out of the video game that I had taken. I clicked on it, and Cassie floated up through it and then disappeared from the screen, her character in her place. Then I heard her voice coming from the orb.

"Do you want to erase, add or modify any data before you return me to reality?"

"Forget everything that happened between touching the orb and returning to reality."

"Are you sure you want to quit without saving?"

"Yes."

"Okay, quitting without saving."

And just like that, Cassie was back in the living room with me.

"Whoa," she said.

"Whoa, what?" I asked, trying to act nonchalant.

"I remember feeling dizzy when I touched that controller, then I feel like I blanked out for a minute."

"Yeah," I lied, quickly flicking the screen back to where Cassie and I had left it, "touching it made you dizzy, so you decided to drop it and sit down. That's one of the bugs...we think it has to do with the frequency of blue light it emits."

"Weird," said Cassie.

I thought she might be suspicious, but we went back to playing video games and talking as if nothing had happened, but as Cassie turned to go, I felt a momentary pang of guilt for what I had done. I went about my day as normal, and as I went to bed, I resolved that I was done messing around with the device and I'd get right to reverse-engineering it the next morning. That said, I did find myself tossing and turning a bit more than usual that night.



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My boss and I get along extremely well. She is terrific at training me, and I think she is tops professionally. Not only that, she is a knockout. She is feminine, shapely and easy on the eyes.

We are the same age, and have similar family situations (Spouse, kids, etc.), so our conversations often turn to "get-to-know-you" home life. Our friendship has blossomed in the six months that I've worked for her, and, even though I've had thoughts of desire for her, I know she is as off limits as am because I would never cheat on my wife and she would never cheat on her husband.

Recently, my boss and I went on a business trip to Chicago. We had adjoining rooms at a downtown hotel, one with a restroom that we had to share. After our first day of conference, the heavy snow prevented us from seeing the city. We decided to have a few drinks in the hotel bar and then call it a night. We chatted for hours, staring into each other's eyes, laughing, and imagining the possibilities. Neither of us dared breathe a word of our true thoughts.

As we rode up to our rooms in the elevator, I wanted to kiss her so badly.

When we told each other goodnight, I entered my room and watched some tube until I began to doze away. Suddenly, I heard a loud yell. I threw off the covers and ran through the bathroom into Sharon's room. 

Sharon was startled by my entrance and quickly drew the covers up over her naked body.

"What the fuck are you doing," she screamed.

As I entered, I caught a brief glimpse of Sharon pleasuring herself with a clear, bulbed sex toy.

"I, uh, er... I'm so sorry, Sharon, I, uh... I heard you scream, and I thought you were being hurt."

"Well, I'm not."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

I was so fucking embarrassed. I sulked and returned to my room. I couldn't believe how awkward that was.

During Day 2 of our seminar, neither of us spoke. We might as well have not even gone to the seminar because we couldn't focus on the speaker. All I could think about was her - her and the brief glimpse of her pleasuring herself in her hotel bed.

As the day trudged along, Sharon slipped me a note during one of the seminars. It read,

"Don't worry about last night. I know you were just worried about me. Let's forget all about it. Drinks at 7pm?"

I smiled at her.

At 7pm, we sat down again in the hotel bar. We ordered a light dinner, and the drinks kept coming. As we began to feel more comfortable, probably due to the minor buzz we both had, our conversation turned substantial.

"Don't worry about seeing me naked last night," Sharon said, "I think it's sweet that you were coming to save me."

"Yeah, uh... I, uh...don't know what to say. I was so embarrassed."

"Don't be. Did you see what I was doing?"

"...uh, yeah."

Sharon laughed, "Well, I guess it is me who should be embarrassed."

"No, no, don't be..."

"I guess I just don't get enough at home."

"Uh..., you mean..."

"Sex? Yeah, I mean, Carl and I haven't slept together in...oh, my god, I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"Uh, no... don't worry. My lips are sealed... if it makes you feel any better, Veronica and I haven't had sex in forever and a day. I have to jack off whenever I can find time alone... oh, shit, that's sick, huh? I'm sorry."

"No, it's not sick at all. Believe me, I understand. That's why I've got my own toy box. The one you saw is my favorite."

An uncomfortable silence pervaded us. We sat silently sipping our drinks and looking away. We both had one thought on our mind. Within a split-second, we both looked at each other and said in synchronicity, "I can't cheat on Carl/Veronica."

We both laughed hysterically. We were thinking the exact same thing. Our vibes were never more similar.

As the night wore on, we loosened up with each other considerably. 

"So," I boldly asked, "what do you like to do in the bedroom?"

"Well," she laughed as she answered, "I like to be in control, and I like to talk dirty. What do you like?"

"I like to be controlled and talked dirty to."

"We can't do this, you know that don't you?"

"Yes, I know, but it feels so right to imagine it."

"It sure fucking does, but we can't. Not only will we not cheat on our husbands or wives, I'm your boss. I can't have a sexual relationship with one of my employees."

"Yeah, you're right."

Around 9pm, we headed of for the elevator.

As we rode up, I said, "Last night, I wanted to kiss you so bad in this elevator."

"That's funny, because a part of me wanted you to."

We stared at each other.

"But we can't," Sharon said.

"Is kissing, cheating?"

"Yes, in my book.. if you touch me, and I let you touch me, then we're both cheating."

"No touching? Hmm, what if we have our clothes on?"

"There's no fun in that."

"Yeah, you're right. Let's call it a night."

We hugged as we both returned to our rooms.

As I watched Sports center, Sharon peeked around the bathroom door.

"Are you going to need to get in here? I'm going to be in here for awhile."

"Oh, uh, no... go ahead."

Sharon closed the door, and I heard bath water running. I also heard an electric razor. My mind raced with possibilities of what she could be shaving and washing. Soon the bath water stopped, and I heard silence from the bathroom. I turned off the television and the light and tried my damndest to fall asleep.

As I finally began to doze off, I heard a vibrating sound that was different from the electric razor.

From the bathroom, I could hear Sharon begin to breath heavy. Every now and then, she would grunt and reposition herself.

"Oh, my god," I heard her exclaim.

"Oh, fuck."

My dick raced to hardness as I realized what she was doing in the bathroom.

"Mmmmm, uhhhh, mmmmm, fuck you feel so good inside me."

I began stroking my cock.

"Come on, fuck me, Sam. Fuck me."

She had called my name. She was fucking herself and calling out my name.

"I know I'm your boss, but I want to fuck you so bad."

I immediately sprang to my feet and ran to the bathroom door. There she was, sprawled out on the sink with a steamed mirror behind her. She was now fucking herself with her clear, pink, bulbed toy. She pulled it out of herself, then put it straight back in as she looked me in the eyes. She looked down at my cock.

I walked to her to kiss her, but she stopped me.

"No, no touching. Just stroke your cock."

I stroked my cock as she masturbated herself.

"Do you want to taste my pussy?" she asked.

I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to do.

"Taste my pussy, Sam," Sharon demanded as she pumped her pussy with her toy."

The shower steam had beaded all over her body. Everything in sight was wet. I knelt to be mouth-level with her pussy, and I made my approach.

"No! No licking. Don't touch me. Just tell me you want me."

She pounded herself harder and faster.

"Tell me!"

"I want you, Sharon. I want to eat your pussy. All I think about is burying my face inside you."

"Yes, that's it. Keep talking... Lick it."

I licked the air as she looked down at me.

"Let me see what your tongue would do to my pussy!"

On my knees, I stroked my cock faster and faster. I looked at her straight in the eyes and rubbed my tongue around my lips. She continued her onslaught deep inside her cunt.

"Oh, ahhh... God! yeah..fuck!"

In and out she went.

"I'm going to fill you up with my cock, boss," I dared.

"Yes! Yes! Fill me up...fill me up with your cock, Sam."

Sharon removed the toy from her dripping cunt and shoved it into my mouth while she rubbed her clit with her index and middle finger on her free hand. She rubbed her clit furiously and I sucked her juices from her toy as if it was the last water on earth.

"Suck my pussy. Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck! Suck my pussy harder"

I almost gagged as she pounded her toy down my throat, but I didn't. I wanted it all.

She began to erupt.

"Mmmmm, lmmmm, lmm," I moaned as she continued filling my mouth with her toy.

"Oh, you little fuck, that's it. I'm your boss, and you're making me cum. I'm going to cum for you, you little fucker..., oh!... oh, yeah... oh, goddamn! I'm cumming. I'm cum... I'm gonna, AHHHHHHHHHHHH! YES! YES! YES! Fuck my cunt! Don't let go. Fuck my cunt with your tongue.... Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, yeah."

As she quaked the loudest orgasm I had ever heard, she pulled the toy from my mouth, and said,

"God Damnit, that was great! No one has ever fucked me like that... you looked so good tasting my juices."

There I stood with my erection. I was used and confused, but I had apparently made her very happy. For that I was glad. We hadn't even touched each other, yet she had mind-fucked me beyond belief.

I turned to go into my bedroom.

"Where are you going?" she inquired.

"I, uh, um... I thought..."

"I want to watch you jerk off that big cock in the shower..."

"...but..."

"No, buts. Get in there and get to work. I want you to think about me when you cum."

I was amazed. She was turning me on so much.

"I'm your boss, and you do what I tell you to. Now, get in there and fuck yourself for me."

I jumped into the shower and the hot water rained down over me as she continued sitting across the sink lightly stroking her clit.

"What are you waiting for? Go ahead, jack that thing... yeaah, that's it... lather it up, use some shampoo."

I squirted some cheap hotel shampoo into my hand and began to lather my cock. I turned my back to the shower so that it wouldn't wash away all the lubricant. Gently I stroked.

"Faster," she said, "I want you to cum for me."

"Ah, shit," I stroked faster.

"Stroke that big hard cock for me, boy... come on."

I was jacking my cock faster and harder than I had ever thought possible.

"Let me see you shoot that cum for me!"

"Uhi, aye..., I'm going... I'm going to..., oh, fuck, I'm going to cum!"

"Say my name."

"Sharon, ahh... SHARON!... SHARON, oh, yeah, fuck my cock, Sharon... I'm cumming for you Sharon."

The cum streamed out of me into the bathtub and was quickly washed away by the shower. I turned to see Sharon biting her finger as she had stimulated herself to yet another orgasm.

"Turn around," she ordered. "Don't look at me."

I faced the shower to cleanse myself.

"Turn towards the wall, and show me your ass."

I faced the sidewall of the shower.

"Bend over and spread your cheeks."

"Huh?"

"You heard me! Spread'em."

I didn't argue as I turned away from her and exposed my most private of parts. The water continued to coat me as I heard her get off of the sink and approach.

I tried to look behind me.

"Don't look," she ordered.

I faced the wall wondering what my boss lady was going to do to me. Suddenly, I felt something hard teasing my ass. I felt a rounded object around my ass hole.

"Brace yourself."

It was her clear pink toy. It was an assplug. I placed my face and hands against the wall of rain as I felt her inserting it slowly into my ass.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes."

She pulled it out.

"Beg me for it."

Oh, please give it to me."

I couldn't believe I wanted it.

"Ooh," she said, "that looks good going into your ass."

Her bulbous toy penetrated me. I wanted something to hold on to, but all I could do was lean against the shower wall. Sharon kneeled down, and the splash of the water off my ass splashed onto her already wet naked body. She was playing with my ass as she injected me over and over again. Sharon playfully inserted the toy deeper and deeper inside me.

"Ooh, take it all, slut... do you like my cock inside you?"

She smiled an evil grin and spanked my ass.

"Do you like my cock, I said?"

"Yes," I screamed.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I love your cock inside me.

"That's a good boy. Maybe you'll get employee of the month."

"Oh, yes, Sharon. Yes, I wanna be your employee of the month... just keep fucking my ass with your cock."

Since I was spent of my cum, all I could do was stand there and take her toying with my ass. Submitting to her was filling me in more ways than one.

The hot water began to dissipate, and Sharon said,

"We should probably get to bed."

Sharon inserted the assplug all the way into my ass so that the base of it was the only visible part. There I was, filled and confused. Was she really going to bed? Was I supposed to join her?

Sharon disappeared into her room, and I agilely followed.

"What are you doing in my room? Go back to your own room! I told you, we are not going to cheat. Up to now, we haven't had sex, and that's the best way to keep it."

"Oh... uh, okay." I didn't know what to say. I began to remove the plug, and was quickly met with a,

"What are you doing? I want you to keep that inside of you tonight. I want you going to bed thinking about and feeling my power in your ass."

"Yes, mam."

"Now, go to sleep, fuckboy."

I returned to my room, and tried my best to go to sleep. Being filled with my boss' cock made it very difficult, but I did eventually manage to doze off.

The next morning, I rose to freshen up before the long flight home. I wasn't sure whether my boss wanted me to continue accepting her "power" or not.

I lightly tapped on her bathroom door.

"Yes?"

"Uh, Sharon? Uh, we've got a long flight back today, and I was wondering if you wanted me to..."

"Keep it in until I tell you to take it out... Get dressed; we need to get to the airport."

I returned to my room and slid my jeans on. I was packed and ready to go when Sharon walked into the room. She was dressed in a white buttoned-down shirt with a business-like gray jacket. She also had her hair in a bun, glasses and a matching gray mini-skirt with high heels. Sharon always dressed business-like. She was the boss.

"Your a** looks good in jeans," she told me.

"Thanks."

"Do you still have my cock imbedded in your ass?"

"Heh, uh, yeah..."

"Good... that makes me hot... I wanted you know that I'm very proud of you for not cheating on your wife... We never touched, right? We wanted to, but we didn't."

"Yeah, that's about the size of it."

"And we'll never speak of this trip again, right?"

"Absolutely not."

I bent over my bed to finish packing my suitcase. Sharon approached me from behind.

"Touching you with your clothes on doesn't qualify as cheating does it?"

"Uh, no."

"Good."

With that, Sharon grabbed my hips and slammed herself into my backside. She then quickly rammed me again.

"Ah, shit!" I exclaimed as her force slammed the plug deeper inside of me. I could feel the warmth of her body through my jeans.

"Get on the bed."

I got onto the bed on all fours, and she grabbed my hips.

As she rammed me again and impaled me deeper onto "her cock", she continued, "How do you like it when I take your ass? Huh, how do you like it?"

"I love it," I promised.

"Uhh, uhh, uhh," she slammed with all her might.

"Tell me how you like for your boss to fuck you."

"I love for my boss to fuck me! I love for my boss to take me from behind."

"Yeah... take you from behind and do what?"

"Fuck my..., oh, my god... fuck my ass... just keep on fucking me just like that!"

I looked across the room into the mirror, and I could see her humping me. I wanted to be naked so bad. There I was on top of the bed on all fours with my beautiful boss pounding my ass. She looked at me in the mirror and smiled. I built up a rhythm of fucking her - me ramming my ass purposefully into her. She stood strong behind me in her high heels, and as my body wanted her force, she unbuttoned her blouse and began showing me her breasts, squeezing them together and exposing them so that I could see them.

She looked so hot. She grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head.

"I saw you looking at my tits, slut. Do you want to cum on them?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, please, Sharon," I begged.

"Say please."

"Please, please."

She continued to ravage my ass savagely as she now had her hand on my shoulder and the other grasping my hair.

"Fuck you, boy. I want you to beg me to cum."

"Please let me cum, Sharon."

"Are you going to be my little fuck toy?"

"Yes, I'll do anything for you, just please let me cum on your tits."

"Unzip you pants!"

I had been bracing myself to accept her power on all fours, but unzipping my pants was going to require using my hands. I kept my ass in the air by placing my head face down on the bed. I was now her little tripod. With my hands freed, I unzipped my pants, but it was very difficult as she continued to squeeze my hips and fuck me faster.

"Take my cock, bitch," she yelled as she fucked me good." I could swear she was trying to force the ass plug to disappear inside me.

I managed to unzip my pants, and with my cock now exposed, I begged, "May I please cum on your tits?"

"Turn over."

I rolled onto my back.

"Take those off!"

I quickly threw my jeans and underwear to the ground.

"Legs up."

Sharon stood between my legs. I looked up and admired her beautiful breasts as she pounded my ass.

"Do you like these?"

She took off her gray business jacket. As she pounded me, her breasts shook. Sharon grabbed my ankles and continued to fuck me.

"Tell me you love my cock."

"I love your cock. Please fuck me."

POUND! POUND! POUND!

"Who's the boss?"

"You are... oh, god!"

Sharon was in control.

"You're going to have to aim high if you're going to cum on my tits."

I began stroking my cock, aiming it upwards toward her jiggling breasts.

"That's it, cum for me. Tell me when you're getting ready to cum."

I stroked faster and faster as she pumped me full of her favorite toy. I looked into her eyes, and she looked coldly into mine. She mouthed the words, "CUM for me as we both worked me towards orgasm.

"Uhh, uhh... Ahh, it feels so good," I said aloud.

Silently, she mouthed again, "Cum for me."

I held the base of my cock with one hand, now, as I stroked at a rapid pace with the other. I was on the brink.

"Ooh, uh... I'm going to..., oh, shit! I think I'm going to..."

POUND! POUND! POUND! She fucked my ass like a jackhammer.

"Come on, bitch, cum for me!"

With her words, I could feel the warm eruption beginning.

"Tell me when, bitch."

POUND! POUND! POUND!

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna, here I cu..."

Just as I was about to explode toward Sharon's tits, she turned my legs toward me and kneeled onto the bed behind them to keep them bent over my head. My cock was now aimed directly at my face as I was about to cum for her.

My surprise realization was brief before it happened. Once she had me in position, I looked into her eyes, and she gleamed back at me as we both realized what was about to happen.

"Your boss is going to cum in your mouth, boy. You're mine!""

She gave me an evil grin, which was enough to send me over the submissive edge.

My load of boiling cum erupted and shot all into my mouth as I yelled in ecstasy. My yell was cut short, as I had to swallow what wasn't on my face.

Sharon laughed in curious joy as the warm cum filled my mouth and dribbled over the sides of my lips.

"That's it, boy. Taste it..., boy, you are a little, slut."

As I slowed the stroking of my cock, Sharon gave me one last POUND! She then pulled the toy out fast, which caused my cock to release another stream unexpectedly into my face.

She laughed, "Give me my toy back... I told you it was my favorite."

I felt so spent. I laughed myself at the pure adrenalin that made me feel so alive.

Oh, did I say that I REALLY like my new boss? Phew!