1 comments/ 13229 views/ 1 favorites Fall By: Ivy_Isley He presses her up against her car, fingers laced together in the small of her back, his pelvis pushes lightly up to hers, barely keeping it just friendly. The only part of his body moved away from hers is his head because he can't stop looking at her. His words about his work, the ostensible conversation, dry up and his eyes glaze over like he's dreaming. "What?" she smiles and laughs low in her throat. She knows what, but she wants to hear what he'll say. He pulls in ever so slightly closer, pressing up against her a fraction more. She can feel his heat and she responds to it at a primal level. Her heart booms violently against her ribs. "Nothing. No thoughts left at all," he replies, a little breathless. "God, you are beautiful." His eyes keep hers. His hollow, breathy words belie the joking smile. Impulsively she kisses him. Hard and lingering but closed mouthed. He inhales sharply, his hands move up to her shoulders, clasping her closer. She moves her lips away with great difficulty and burrows her cheek in his chest. "We're going to Hell," she murmers with a guilty smile. He pulls back to gaze at her again with those dreamy eyes. "Yeah, but at least there'll be a great view." His eyebrows are raised and a sardonic smile rests on those sweet lips she craves. She kisses him again, slowly and more lingering this time. His embrace tightens further. His breath quickens, as does hers. Her hands wander up his back to the nape of his neck, toying with the hair there. He shifts his lips off of hers, gently kissing her cheek, nuzzling it. She returns his action. Her heart pounds crazily against her chest and she feels his pound in return. Their chests, and every other possible inch of them are glued together. They are becoming synchronized physically, it's always been their connection. Physical and chemical, obliterating duty and sweet reason. She's missed this dance so much. She will not fight this time. She knows he won't either. She is held, spellbound in his arms. His lips kiss her slowly, feather light. Cheeks, nose, forehead and eyelids. His soft hot breath caresses her face. He whispers her name, hot breath in her ear. "Yes," she whispers back. "Come with me?" he asks, tentatively, keeping their cheeks together so she cannot look at him or draw away. "Yes," she replies without hesitation. He gathers up her hands and tugs her toward his truck before she can change her mind. He walks her to her door, and their bodies bump and press into each other. They will not move far enough away from the other to make efficient or graceful progress but they get there. He hands her up into the seat and gives her a long kiss on the lips. His hands graze her breasts and belly, travel down to her thighs, parting them slightly. Her hands seek his legs, his hips, opening her legs further and pulling him in between them. He responds for an instant, pressing fully into her and deepening his kiss. He pushes back with an agonized look and groans, "Not here." It is hard to pull away but they do. It leaves her shaken, her legs weak, her core moist, warm and aching. He stumbles his way over to the driver's side. He can't keep his eyes off of her. His hands tremble. He has trouble keying the ignition because of it. She laughs at their shared disorientation and places her hand on his, "Look at what you're doing." "It's hard..." he says "I know," she replies, kissing him. She places her cheek on his and whispers in his ear, "I don't want to stop either but we need to get there." "Where? Any ideas?" he murmurs between kisses on her neck and ear that make her moan and shiver. "Somewhere very close," she moans and pushes back in to him, craving more of those lips and hands. She stiffens, pulling out of the warm, sticky paralysis and placing her hands upon his arms. She holds him back, looks directly at him. They are both panting, their breaths coming in gulps. "Take me there now," she says, "I need a lot more than you can give me here." He nods and concentrates on the task at hand. He keys the ignition and pulls out into traffic, barely paying attention to the other cars, focused on getting them there. His hand still shakes and she takes it, stilling him. "It's so hard not to touch you," his voice is strained and his hand clasps hers. "I know!" she shudders, squeezing his in return. He pulls in to the first hotel they see ahead. He runs through the light to get there. Luckily it is late morning and no one is around. He parks in the closest spot and slams it into park, killing the engine. He looks at her and cups her face in his hands. He gives her one more kiss and says, "Wait here. Please don't go." She kisses him deeply in return and moves back to release him. His hands grab fistfuls of her clothes as she does, prolonging their contact. He relaxes his grip but doesn't move; looking at her, frozen in place. "Hurry back," she prods. He snaps out of it and rushes out, slamming the door behind him. She follows him with her eyes till he disappears around the side of the wall. She sits and tries to cope with the conflicting emotions. Sweet reason that tries to shout down the delicious sensations inundating her. Her body is alive, attuned to every movement and touch of his. She has not been here in so long. She will not waste it with regret this time, regardless of the cost. There will be time for that later. The resolution seems to be enough to quiet the doubt for now. She closes her eyes and imagines what will happen. Remembers what just has. Wallows in it. She shivers with the anticipation of his touch, the longing for his return. When she opens them again, she sees him rushing back to her. He throws open her door and pulls her out. He is tugging at her like an impatient child. Joyful laughter escapes his lips and she joins him. Laughter full of guilt, mirth and giddy expectancy. They kiss, hard and fast and greedy. Their bodies mash together for a second and then he is jogging, her hand in his, carrying her along with him. They rush through a side entrance and a dimly lit labyrinth of hotel room doors. He stops in front of the one that must be theirs, jamming the key in the slot, roughly. The light flashes red, denying them entry. He curses under his breath and moves to push it in again. She takes it from him and deftly slides it back into the slot. She does it gently while looking him in the eyes, a wicked smile on her face. "Take your time," she says and he groans appreciatively. He runs his hands up her sides and pulls her in for a deep wet kiss that they continue as they push their mingled bodies through the door. He backs her further into the room, his languid kiss going on and on. His tongue so deep in her mouth, making her drunker by the second. His hands move to her hips, delicately pushing her pelvis away from his. His hands work methodically, unbuttoning, unzipping, easing her pants and panties downward. She follows his lead, unbuckling, unbuttoning, undressing him. As she removes his boxers she lets her hands feel him for the first time in years. She caresses him and he pulses in her hand. They both moan, The feel of him makes her impatient and so hungry for him. She breaks their kiss and whips his shirt over his head. "Take your time," he laughs, firmly placing her arms at her side for a moment. He grins at her eagerness. He resumes the kiss and the slow liquid heat between them continues to simmer. He unbuttons her shirt, slowly. When he reaches the last one he slips his hands into the opening, sliding them across her ribs and up her back, unhooking her bra deftly. He pushes sleeves and straps. The garments that were barely hanging on to her slip off and fall to the floor. His touch is careful, respectful and loving. His kiss works through her like a potion. It fills her with drowsy warmth, blotting out sensations unrelated to him. She is hyperaware of his body, his hands, his every move and she moves with him as they fall on the bed. One hand is at her breast, molding it with his hand, toying with her nipple. The other is on the small of her back, pulling her in closer. She can't wait, the sensation is too strong, they've waited too long for each other. She grabs his hips and moves him on top of her. He grinds his hot hard cock up against her aching slit, teasing her with it. "Fuck me!" she cries out, lifting her hips to catch him but he slides deftly away. "Soon lover, soon. Come for me first," he whispers between kisses. He is agonized, she can tell he wants to do but that is holding back; making sure she has the most pleasure she can. He rubs his long shaft against her clit, sliding up on her again and again but not inside. It makes her helpless. She wants him inside so badly but she doesn't want him to stop this either. It feels delicious. She spreads her legs wide and enjoys him working upon her. She moans out his name, agonized. He shudders, "Oh God I love when you say my name!" She does it again, louder. "You're so good! Please, please don't stop." so relieved not to have to hold back, so eager for him to continue. "Anything for you my love," he resumes at a slower pace, more pressure, more deliberate. His kisses deepening, penetrating her like he soon will from below. He keeps at it, slipping around on her, getting soaked by her until she's coming. Yelling his name and begging him to please, please fuck her. Her cries spur him on to grind into her a still little harder. He smiles down at her dreamily, so happy to just watch her tremor and writhe, helpless with pleasure. Just as she thinks she must stop him because she can no longer stand it, he scoops himself down low and slides up inside of her swiftly. He closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath, his face contorting. "Oh my God! I've wanted this for so long," he croons to her, voice full of sweet surrender. "Yes, my love. I've longed for you too." she gasps, pushing back up into him. "I love you," he keens it "I love you," she replies without hesitation. His sweet face is blissful as she knows hers must be. He kisses her as he moves within her. She grasps him with both hands from behind. Pushing him full into her as deep as he will go. He is huge, so wide, opening her up and leaving her gulping for air. He pulls back slowly and buries himself in her again. He's holding her legs back now, pushing them back until they rest on his chest. It allows him to get in deeper with each thrust. He kisses her calves lovingly and descends upon her with relish. He sets a deliberate pace, slow and forceful. It goes on and on till she is dizzy with it, reeling. He is in control of their motion and she can feel every inch of him, sliding in and then pulling out almost to the tip before returning to her. She squeezes around him tightly, tugging on him as he moves. She is still contracting from her first climax and is building to a second, deeper one. As he pushes in again her orgasm explodes from within her, radiating out from deep inside of herself. Her entire body pulses with it and she moans out her pleasure. He must feel it too. He slams into her one last time, as far as he can and cries out her name. His entire body goes rigid and his face is contorted in ecstasy. He remains that way frozen for a moment and then collapses upon her, allowing her legs to fall. He kisses her deeply, still inside of her. "My God, I love you!" he says, his lips moved to her neck, kissing, sucking. "Love you too, baby," she murmurs, trying to catch her breath. She is still shaking and spasming, riding the aftershocks he's created within her. Satisfied warmth pervades her. She craves more of him but for now all she wants is his arms around her. She needs to sleep in his arms and feel his sweet breath on her. And like he's read her mind she receives it. He withdraws, reluctantly. He encloses her in his embrace, which she returns tightly. "Thank you," she whispers. "My pleasure," he laughs squeezing her tighter. "You don't think we're done, though? Do you?" he pulls his face back to look at her, eyes glinting. "Ohh nooo," she replies wickedly. "We're making the most of this! But right now..." "I just want to hold you," he finishes for her, his face softening. "Exactly," she says, dropping the sex kitten demeanor. "I love you. I always have from the first second I saw you. And I always will," his voice is choked with emotion that makes her heart contract painfully. "You've never given me a reason to doubt that. No one has ever made me feel this loved, this intensely for this long. I love you too. You're never out of my mind or my heart." They kiss slow and drowsy for a time. Then she nestles her head on to his chest. His heartbeat lulls her as he cradles her, covering her hair with soft kisses. Their breathing slips into rhythm. They drift off into a light sleep, in each other's arms. Fall Break So, I live in a co-ed dorm, and normally nothing happens. The resident advisors are pretty hardcore about making sure nothing raunchy unfolds. It is my junior year as a biochemistry major, and dorm life has always been boring as hell. Fall break started today, and everyone was clearing out as fast as they could. Because I had a full-time job at DHL, I wasn't going anywhere. I left campus watching everyone go his or her separate way, as I headed to work. The day was long, and the people were aggravating as usual. The time finally came for me to get off. I practically ran to my car and sped back to what I realized was an empty campus. On my way upstairs I saw a few friends loading up their cars with laundry and luggage. My mom was out of the country traveling with my little brother so going home was pointless. I went back to an empty room. My roommate left a day before break actually started, so I was on my own for the next 5 days. I decided that instead of studying, I was going to watch TV. Being tired as hell, I dozed off as soon as I sat down. Time had passed all too quickly, and it was about 3 in the AM. Late night 90s sitcoms were on, and I needed a shower. It was deathly quiet in the hall, which was rare. As I approached the hall shower it had tape over the entrance. Out of Order. I called into the bathroom because I heard some clanking going on, I asked Rob, the maintenance man, how long it would take. He mumbled something that sounded like I don't fucking know, and went back to work. I remembered that the next floor had a shower, but it was the girl's floor. I didn't want to hear anyone's mouth, so I hesitated and when back to my room. Before entering, I decided fuck it, it is fall break, and nobody should be there anyway. The resident director was the only one on duty, and she was on the first floor, 3 floors away from the girl's floor, and four away from mine. I sat my shower stuff next to my door, and quietly crept downstairs. The floor was silent, and I slipped into the bathroom. Seeing that nobody was in there, I ran back upstairs to my room, grabbed my shower stuff, and went back downstairs. As I approached the bathroom I could hear water running. I slowly approached and saw a body under the water. There she was soaping her body up as I stood and watched her. I thought about going back upstairs, but like I said, nothing ever happens in my boring ass dorm so I said the hell with it. She was tall and had a round ass and full hips. She had a flat stomach; with she had small perky titties and stiff nipples. She soaped her body thoroughly, almost like she knew I was watching. My dick began to tingle as it grew and stiffened. Her roasted almond skin looked like it was covered in milk as she washed the soap from her body. I recognized her, Kori. Kori was on the volleyball team, and a music major. She was sexy as hell, my dick agreed. I moved deeper into the bathroom when she turned and saw me. She didn't flinch. She kept washing, keeping her eyes fixed on mine. After making sure all of the soap was washed from her body, she walked right up to me and grabbed my sweatpants. She pulled me into the shower water, and turned her back to me. She rubbed her round wet ass all over my dick. I kissed the back of her neck, and moved down her back. I reached her ass and kissed and sucked on it, as moans escaped her lips. She arched her back, and her pussy peaked at me. I pushed her ass up and wrapped my lips around her clit. I felt it as it swelled quickly in my mouth and began to throb. I flicked it softly with my tongue, and she moaned deeply. His mouth felt so good on me. I had seen him around campus, and at a few volley ball games. He was taller than me, which was pretty hard to be, me being 6'0. He had a hard slim body, and played soccer. He was milk chocolate and smooth. His name was Gabe, and we would speak here and there, but nothing serious. We had Advanced Statistics together, but he rarely showed. I can't lie I wanted him. I wanted this. After pleasing my pussy, he turned me around and kissed me deeply. I tasted myself on him, and it sent a spark up my back. I pushed my tongue deeper into his mouth to get everything he had drunk from me. I kissed his chest and licked and sucked his nipples. I moved to his stomach kissing each muscle that was there. I pulled his soaking wet sweatpants down. His dick put up an obstacle, but I got his pants around his ankles. The water dripped from it has I took the tip into my hot mouth. I slowly moved it deeper into my mouth. It was a sweet and salty treat. As I put my hands on it, Gabe removed them, and placed them on his thighs. He took a hand full of my wet hair and fucked my mouth slowly and forcefully. My mouth was full of spit and his juices. He grabbed his dick, took it out of my mouth, and smeared it on my lips. My body felt like it blew up. I moaned as he continued to fuck my mouth slow at first then faster. He pulled me off of his stiffness, stood me up and turned me around. He rubbed his dick between my wet ass, and I felt the wetness splash out of me. He lifted my right leg, as I leaned on the shower wall. He rubbed the head of his dick between the silky wet folds of skin between my legs. I moaned louder, and bit my bottom lip. Her pussy was so warm and so wet. I dipped my tip into her wet entrance. Her pussy held onto my dick as I pulled it out. It made me feel out of control. I began pulsating my dick in and out of her slowly and deeply. She moaned softly, and softly called my name. I held her leg up, and began fucking her deeper. The wetness that surrounded and smothered my dick was immeasurable. She whispered fuck my pussy softly, as she looked back at me. And I did. I fucked her until I caught a cramp in my side. No matter, I fucked through the pain. She began fucking me back, throwing her ass and pussy back onto my dick. She was driving me crazy. We kept this up for while, until she yelled she was cumming for the 2nd time. The sugar she let off was all over me. She pushed me back and turned, dropped down, and quickly took my dick into her mouth. She sucked and licked slow and firm, until I grabbed the back of her head and literally exploded. She took in everything I gave her. I still stood there with my eyes half closed. She smiled, grabbed her towel, kissed me on the cheek and said she would see me in Statistics. She wrapped the towel around her perfect body, and walked down the hall to her room. I just stood under the water until it turned cold. I took my shower, and returned to my room. Dorm life finally started looking up, and now I had a reason to attend statistics regularly. Fall Cross Country... Fall Cross Country, Fall of a Marriage My name is Mike Cosby. I'm about 5'9" 170lbs relatively fit and trim and my sandy blond hair and green eyes kind of stand out. When I was in college and in high school, I was never the biggest guy around so I went into some of the peripheral sports. Instead of basketball or football I ran track and cross country. Running cross got me respect in school if not star status. Even for cross country and track, I was never the star on the team, but also never the dog. I was a solid middle of the pack guy, but as I got older and the herd thinned out my efforts became more appreciated. I just seemed to outlast all of the previously fast guys. After college life happened to me, I got married, got into IT, raised a family and now find myself starting all over again when I should be looking forward to retirement. I married Kathy just after college, she wasn't the most gorgeous woman on the planet, but I loved her like she was. When we met Kathy had beautiful Auburn hair, and green eyes to match mine. She had an absolutely incredible rack, and most of my friends were guilty of talking to it instead of to her. I think that was one of the things that gave me the edge early on. I actually tried to get to know her before trying to get my hands on those tits. Once we did start messing around though, we came on like gang busters and right after we both graduated, Kathy was pregnant. It didn't matter to us because we were sure that were together forever any way so it was just a matter of adjusting our schedule. Robby our son was born 7 months after we got married. His sister Candace came along two years later, and Jeff, named after Kathy's father completed our brood a year after that. While our children were growing up, we were the proverbial block parents, we volunteered, for everything and there was usually something going on at our house or in our yard all the time. Our pool was popular in the summer, and our den and basement were popular the rest of the year. While Jeff was in school he became a runner like his dad, so Kathy and I morphed into track club parents. Our duties involved me serving as an assistant coach and Kathy as a judge/course-Marshall at track and cross country events. I thought that everything was going great with our lives, but as the cliché goes the husband is usually the last to know. We didn't seem like all of the couples you read about where the guy lets himself go and becomes fat and un-attractive, so the wife decides to spice up their marriage with some young guy with a foot long dick. We were almost directly the opposite of that, I was still running and in fact could beat nearly all of the runners on our team, even though I was dragging forty. My hair had still not gone to gray yet though there were a few strands here and there that were closer to white than blond. And I was still trim, and garnered more than my share of attention from women in the neighborhood. But none of that mattered because I still loved my wife like she was still the 20 year old girl I fell in love with. Over the years I'd gotten more comfortable with her and the changes as they occurred. I believe now that comfort, is what signals danger in a marriage. Kathy had changed a bit over the years, due probably to childbirth and just the passage of time. Her chest was still Titanic, but like that once great vessel it had sank. Where once those puppies stood up proudly proclaiming their presence for all to see; they now settled closer to her stomach, secure in the knowledge that they were still awesome and didn't have to work so hard to get their point across. With the right bra and a cleavage baring dress, my Kathy could still stop traffic. Of course she required a little help to cinch her waist in but that's what girdles were made for. A few other minor changes had occurred as well, her ass got fatter and her tongue got sharper to complement gravity's successful assault on her boobage. But to me she was and so I thought always would be "The woman I loved". Kathy on the other hand had noticed the changes and did not like them. If we went shopping, and some woman commented on her "ability to snare a younger man" she was livid. "He's a year older than I am," she'd snap. All the way home I'd suffer for it. "Why can't you dress your age," she snapped at me. "Are you trying to replace me with some young bitch?" she'd ask. "If I catch you fucking around on me, I'll take you to the cleaners," she said. "I love you Kathy, I'd never cheat on you," I said. "You'd better not," she snapped viciously. This year the coach had decided that some of the assistants should serve as mentors for some of the more promising runners. I was given Tommy Anders to work with. Tommy had phenomenal talent but hadn't won any races. Part of it was his race plan, and the way he ran. Tommy would typically take off like a house on fire. Over a 3 mile cross country course he'd lead the race for the first 2 miles and then start to falter. By the 2 ½ mile mark the rest of the runners would begin to eat away at his lead, and by the end of the race he was 4th or 5th. Tommy had no idea about race planning, race management, no endurance and no kick. I started taking Tommy out for longer runs, and then having him do sprint 200's after the run. The first day out he thought he'd die. "If I'm training to run a 3 mile cross country even why are we running 5 miles?" he asked. "Because you tire out at 2 miles every time," I told him. We talked about everything during our runs, his classes, his dream of winning races, his family or lack thereof, anything that went though our minds was fair game. Eventually we got around to his deepest secret; Tommy was crazy about Sarah Donaldson. OK that's normal I thought, shit half the guys in the school were crazy about Sarah, and the other half just wanted to fuck the shit out of her. And that was only the teachers and coaches. Sarah was incredible. "She'd never notice me," said Tommy "Tommy if you win some races, maybe the cheerleaders would start cheering at the meets and she'd have to notice you then," I said. After that our training got more intense. He wanted to start doing weights for real. He started paying more attention to everything we did. The next cross country meet marked the beginning of the change. Tommy took off as usual but kept his pace more like the pace we used when we ran our five and six mile runs. When we passed us at the 2 mile mark he looked comfortable. As he went by everyone looked at me when I shouted "Not yet," to him. I ran across the field to where they'd pass us at 2 ½ miles. That was the station where Kathy was supposed to be. I was there a little bit before the runners got there, but Kathy was nowhere in sight. There were line judges from the other teams but no Kathy. I didn't have time to dwell on it as the runners approached. Tommy looked at me as he went by in 3rd place. "Now," I shouted, "Go now." Tommy started to quicken his pace and was soon in 2nd place. I ran back across the field to be at the line, when they crossed it. All of our sessions with 200 meter sprints after the distance runs paid off. With about 30 meters left to go Tommy took the lead and held it. He got first place overall in his event and one of his dreams had been accomplished. A lot of people came out of the crowd to congratulate Tommy, all of the assistant coaches and most of the parents too. There were 2 surprising things though, first, our head coach, Bert Peters was nowhere around; and secondly, the girl or woman who came up and gave Tommy a big hug and tried to kiss him. Tommy shrugged and moved away from her. "I'll see you after the meet," she said to him. "Do you want to go somewhere to celebrate?" she asked him. Tommy the idiot, just shrugged again, and in that way teenagers have said "I don't know, maybe." I just stood there with my eyes nearly bugging out. I came back to earth as she waved at me. "Tommy why are you crazy about Sarah, when you have her?" I asked. "That woman makes Sarah look plain," I said. He looked at me strangely and said "Uhm coach, that's just my mom." Later on at the awards ceremony when Tommy got his trophy and his medal he offered up thanks to his coach for going beyond the call of duty and helping him. He also talked about how he and his team needed to train even harder and get better. The funny thing was that I missed most of what he said because I was so busy staring at his mother. She politely nodded at me and I decided I needed to stop looking at her before she thought I was a stalker or something. When Tommy thanked his coach Bert bowed and started waving and nodding his head at the acknowledgement. "He wasn't talking about that horse's ass," said a voice from beside me "I'm sure he was talking about you." I looked down, and I knew that I was in danger. Have you ever stood on top of a really tall building or bridge and looked down. That scared feeling you get, when you know that if you fall it's over forever, and there's no hope of survival. That feeling that makes you back up and reach for something to hold onto. That was the feeling I got when I first looked into those blue eyes. She looked up at me and I lost track of time, place, everything. Up close I could see that she was older than I'd thought she was, maybe thirty five or so. But she was still devastatingly beautiful. Tommy's father had to have been a fool to run away from a woman like this. "Tommy must have been wrong, you don't talk much do you?" she asked. "Uhm, the head coach usually gets all the credit when runners do well," I said. "Credit for what, running off into a shack with some fat old woman with a huge chest in the middle of the meet," she said. "That guy'll try to mount anything that moves," she snapped. "A couple of weeks ago he was trying to get his hooks into me," she said. "I told him he wasn't my type," she continued "But he kept pushing." "Just would not take, "no," for an answer" she sighed. "Then finally, out of the blue, he was gone," she said "now I know why." "I thought his absence was like a breath of fresh air after being in the sewer," she continued. "But then I noticed that with him not sniffing around me anymore, he had totally abandoned my son," she said "And Tommy loves to run," she continued. "And that old hound dog had been making all of that noise about getting Tommy a scholarship to go to college," she said. "I was actually thinking about giving him a little bit of pussy, just to get him interested in Tommy again," she said. "Of course I really didn't like him, but it's been so long since I've had sex that, I'm not sure I remember how to do it," she smiled. She paused for about a half of a second and then started right back in talking again. She had the most beautiful southern accent I had ever heard. I didn't want to talk and spoil it. And she smelled like flowers and honey and fresh air, and just all of the things that are good about nature. I don't think it was perfume, I really believe it was just her. "But I guess that there's just no way that little old me could compete with a set of titties that are that big," she said. "You sure don't talk much," she said holding out her hand" I'm Angela, Tommy's mom." I was afraid to take her hand so it took me a moment. I wiped my hand on my pants leg and grabbed her tiny hand. It was just as I feared, when we touched it almost as if a spark of electricity flowed between us. I knew she'd felt it too. "Heavens to Betsy," she said, and smiled at me. "It's going to happen don't fight it," she said. "But I'm married," I sputtered. "For now," she said "See ya." And she turned and walked away from me. I was intrigued, and repulsed, and a host of other feelings and emotions all at the same time. Good Lord that woman was beautiful. She was tiny compared to my Kathy, but where Kathy had short thick legs, Angela had long gazelle like legs that were just incredible. The only thing that stopped those legs, because obviously God meant for them to continue forever, was her pert jiggly, heart shaped ass. That ass simply defied physics, it could make the crappiest shorts or jeans look good. She had a slim waist despite having already borne a child. (So much for Kathy's excuses) Her breasts while not nearly in a class with Kathy's size wise; were still firm and because of her small frame seemed larger than they were. I've already talked about her eyes but her lips seemed to be wet, although she wasn't wearing lip gloss or even lipstick. And they just seemed to say kiss me, no matter what expression her mouth made. Her hair was coal black but glossy and just cascaded down her back in curls that somehow still managed to move when she swung her head around. To tell the truth, I actually don't remember half of the things she said, because I was just so overwhelmed by her presence. Her soft southern accent and the things she said made me feel so privileged to hear her say them that I didn't actually listen to what she was saying. I did notice that by city standards she wasn't very lady-like in her language. Every other word was "pussy," or "titties," or something that if a man said it, I wouldn't think twice about but hearing it come from such a tiny and beautiful woman seemingly gave the words more impact, when after all they were only words. If I had been paying more attention though, I probably would have realized that Kathy was cheating on me even earlier; and not wasted so much time. Angela had kept on mentioning that Bert had been hitting on her and had replaced her with some old fat woman with a huge chest. Could that be my Kathy? Could that be why both she and Bert were nowhere to be found during the meet? I had a really sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I looked around and saw Kathy heading my way. When she got to me her clothes were still out of place, as if she'd put them on in the dark. She looked at me suspiciously and then smiled. When she smiled at me I knew, and surprisingly it really didn't hurt as much as I'd always thought it would. "Kathy I'll drop you off at home," I said "I have some errands to run." "Whatever you want Mike," she said "I think I need a nap." All the way home, Kathy looked at her feet. She was nicer to me than she'd been in a while. She didn't even ask me where I was going. I dropped her off at our house and headed straight back to the cross country course. I walked the course and near the 2 1/2 mile mark a little bit back from the course, I found an abandoned shack. It looked like the door had recently been opened and there was a blanket, one from my house on the floor. I called Ed Bradley, a local lawyer who handled all of my family's business. I told him I needed divorce papers drawn up quickly and I'd probably need them served by one week from that day. We talked for a while and I told him about my suspicions and he told me that Bert had been mentioned in a couple of divorces in our city that he knew of. He told me that he'd have the papers and I could arrange how and where, within reason, I wanted them served. I went back into the shopping district in town and bought 2 remote controlled video cameras. They were the type that could be hidden easily because of their small size. They could also wireless broadcast their content to a nearby video recorder with a large hard drive. The recorder could also be downloaded to SD cards, thumb drives or anything with a USB input. I positioned both Cameras so they'd get me pretty good coverage of the entire interior of the cabin. Then I left, and drove home. Kathy had showered and was asleep when I walked in. I went out to the garage and started to wash my car. The Honda that Kathy and I shared was the family car. My car the 04 Mustang GT anniversary edition; I'd made lots and lots of modifications on the car in the 6 years that I'd had it. Everything from the Magnaflow exhaust system and twin cold air kits to the chrome bumper letters and 18" triple chrome Helo Tease wheels. Kathy hated the car because she said it was too loud, too flashy and just not practical. She said it was the kind of car that guys drove when they were trying to pick up chicks, not something for and older married man to drive. It just sends the wrong message she said. I washed and waxed the car and decided to go out for a drive. I found myself driving aimlessly or at least I didn't know where I was going, but apparently someone else did, because I soon found myself behind a beaten down old pickup truck that for some reason seemed familiar. I pulled into the local mall and saw the truck pull in behind me. When she jumped down from the truck it happened again, my brain just stopped functioning. I am not an expert by any means on women's fashions but what she was wearing just made absolutely no sense. She had on shorts and cowboy boots. OK if it was hot enough to wear shorts, you probably didn't need boots. If you were going riding, you probably didn't want to do it wearing shorts. But common sense be damned, Angela just radiated sex appeal and femininity no matter what she wore. Even this outlandish Ellie Mae costume just looked hot on her. She had of course put on the stereotypical plaid shirt to complete her costume and yep, it was tied under her breasts. And hell yes, I lost my breath completely when she came right over and leaned in my window. "You know what, I am so embarrassed about all of the things, I told you before," she said. I just loved that fucking accent. "I told you before," came out "Ah toll ja beefo ah," This woman was incredible. I was getting a hard-on just listening to the sound of her voice. She had already proven that she could excite four of my five senses without even trying. Sight, smell, touch and now hearing were hers to command and I was suddenly looking forward to tasting her. "Pay no never mind to what I said," she said. "I feel like such a fool," she continued "It was too much too fast." "You don't even know me yet," she said. "Honey do you ever talk?" she asked, and then there was just dead air. "This is one beautiful automobile," she said and it sounded like "Bee you tee full awt ta moh beel." "Why don't you take me for a ride and we can talk," she said. I just nodded my head and she came around to the passenger side and snuggled into the leather. If she rolls down the window and sticks her leg out, I'm going to ruin these pants, I thought. "Where are you from?" I asked. "Oh my God, he can talk," she said, but of course it sounded like, "Oh mah gawd he kin tawk." "Louisiana," she said, which came out Lou's Anna. Then she launched into another lightning fast conversation, which apparently required no input from my side, and was nearly too fast for me to keep up with. "Of course ya know all that stuff I told ya wus true," she said. "I know it's hard for you to understand but I see things and feel things," she said. "That's why they think I'm crazy, but I'm really just a witch," she said. "So when I told you to just relax and let it happen, I really meant it but that was before I knew that the fat old woman the scumbag coach was sneaking off to boink in the woods was your missus," she said. "That not your fault that you married a cheating whore and it's probably not her fault either, but you and me are fated to be together so something had to happen to get her out of my way, you see," she said. "Now I know that you felt the magic when our hands just brushed together, so even though you don't believe me yet, you may as well start because it's gonna happen, don't you want to kiss me yet?" she asked. "Do you ever have to breathe?" I asked Fall Cross Country... "Are you going to answer my question?" she asked in return, smiling. "What question?" I asked "I," she said very slowly. "Asked," which came out Axed. "You," in her language was Ye ooh "If," which sounded like "F" "You," which she changed the pronunciation of to Ya "Wanted," I'm sure you've got the idea. "Ta kiss me," she said. And when she said she batted her eyes several times, and believe me there was nothing on earth I wanted more at that moment than to kiss her. It felt like the stars were aligning for some kind of magical conjunction. I could actually feel the attraction between us like fucking magnets. "Yes," I choked out, "but I can't." "Course you can," she said. "That skanky whore you married was off in that shack fucking that horse thief for at least 15 minutes, so why is it wrong for you just to kiss me once?" she asked. "I know," she said "I can feel it too." "A couple of kisses and were gonna be screwing all night," she said batting those eyes again. "So I'll tell you what, you go ahead and do what you're gonna do," she said. "But don't take too long, cause I've been waiting for you for a long time," she said. I don't know how we got there but we were back at the mall. She got out of my car, planted a kiss on the hood and sashayed (sorry but there's no other word for it) back to her truck. Just the sight of those hips swaying from side to side would be etched on my mind forever. I was sure my dick was going to rip through my pants if I continued to watch her walk. I already knew the story about Icarus flying too close to the sun and falling as his wings melted. So I was doubly hesitant to, but I found myself reaching out to catch it as she blew me a kiss before she drove off. Damn I thought. It's been said that after a long relationship, one can't just turn off feelings of love like a light switch. There is no possibility of yesterday I was madly in love with my wife; today it's fuck that bitch. But that's exactly how I felt. On my slow ride home I stopped to get gas and saw Hilda Johnson filling up her Subaru. Hilda used to work food service at the same high school I volunteered at. We got to talking and she brought up the subject of the principal at the high school. It seems that Bert had been suspected of having an ongoing affair with the principal, as well as with my cheating wife. I didn't know whether or not he was still doing Mrs. Ingham but if so maybe this could help my cause. Realistically, I didn't care where Bert stuck his dick, as long as I got free from Kathy. When I got home I put the taps on the phone line in the house and on Kathy's cell phone. The house phone was easier all I had to do was plug the phone's base into a small box that wasn't even noticeable and then into the wall. The cell phone required me logging in to the phone company as the primary account holder and putting in Kathy's cell phone number. Both lines would be recorded and I could log in to a website and review every call made. The recordings could then be edited and recorded. During the upcoming week we had 2 meets scheduled, one on Tuesday was an away meet and I didn't think that Bert and Kathy could find a spot for that one, but I was sure that my next opportunity would be Saturday's tri-meet on our home course. I was sure the shack would get some action and I'd get my evidence. As I climbed the stairs to take a shower Kathy was emerging from the bathroom. She dropped her towel as I got to the top of the stairs and looked at me as she stood there naked. "What does this make you think of?" she asked as I got there. Several things went through my mind as a reply "Bert's pussy," I thought but I didn't say it. "Something I used to want," was another. But what I actually said was "I'm not in the mood for any fucking puzzles right now," and I walked past her and into the bathroom to take a shower. I don't know how long Kathy stood there with her mouth open, but I didn't care. All I wanted to do was get into the shower and jack off to the memory of Angela's ass swaying from side to side in front of me. Kathy walked into the bathroom and opened the shower door and asked me "What was wrong with me?" "You've never, in all the time we've been married talked to me like that," she said. "I'm worried I might be catching....I mean coming down with something," I said. "That's never stopped you before," she said "are you tired?" Actually I was bursting with energy and I just wanted her ass out of there so I could use it. She stood there naked in front of me and it was like the blinders had come off. I now understood why she got angry at me for staying in shape while she had faded. Up until that moment I had always seen her through love colored glasses. Now that I was falling out of love with her, her appearance seemed to have changed. She had asked if I was tired. When in reality she was the one who looked tired. Those huge sagging bags of flesh attached to her chest seemed too tired to lift themselves above the rolls of fat around her middle. Her short stubby legs had so many varicose veins that they looked like a routing map for an international logistics company. The crow's feet in the corners of her eyes looked more like dinosaur feet, and she was a bitch to boot. It's funny how a little thing like your wife fucking someone else changes the way you see them. "Yep honey I'm tired," I said. "Tired of your cheating ass," I thought. As I got out of the shower and into the bed Kathy reached for me as soon as I got next to her. I rolled over as far as the dimensions of the bed would allow away from her and told her I was still tired. I guess one of the techniques they teach in the "Cheating Whores Handbook," must tell them to give the husband some pity sex to keep him happy so he doesn't have a clue as to what you're really doing. Tonight I wasn't buying it. "Mike did I do something wrong?" she asked quietly "Let's just go to sleep," I said "We've been married for a long time," she said "and I know you Mike." "Something is wrong," she said firmly. She draped her self over me and placed my hand on one of her breasts, then felt my erection through the boxers I wore. "Hmm," she said, "part of you wants me even if the rest of you doesn't, so at least whatever it is, isn't physical." "Let me know when you want to act like an adult, I can hold out a lot longer than you can," she said. "But if it takes too long, I might have to find someone else," she smirked. I know I should have kept my mouth shut but I couldn't help it, I was pissed and it just popped out. "Or maybe you already did," I snapped. "What did you say?" she asked loudly. "Let's just go to sleep," I said. Kathy sat there for a long time looking at me then finally rolled over next to me. I rolled over again to put more space between us and fell out of the fucking bed. I just lay there on the floor and pulled one of the blankets down on top of me. The next Morning I got up and went out for my morning run. I usually just jogged in the morning to get the blood flowing back through my legs. My run later on would either be a track session for me or the team practice which was totally dedicated to the kids. These early morning runs also were my primary thinking and cogitating sessions. But it wasn't going to be that easy today. "Hi coach," said Tommy locking into pace with me, almost as soon as I started. "Hey Tommy, you're up early," I said. "Yeah My legs were still stiff from the race yesterday and I needed some time to think," he said. "So I put 2 and 2 together, and here I am," he continued. We ran in silence for a while, he appeared to be thinking nearly as hard as I was. "Coach, I have a lot of fucking problems," he blurted out. "Well let's talk about them," I said "The first one is that Coach Peters is interested in me again since I won yesterday," he said "But I like the workouts and the things we've been doing," he said "It seems to be working so I don't see any reason to change now." "At first I didn't understand what we were doing, but I went along with it simply because you were the first person to actually take a real interest in me and what I need," he said. "So even if it hadn't worked, at the very least I'd made a friend," he continued. "Even when Coach Peters was interested in me," he said "which really meant he was interested in my mom, he didn't do anything with me or for me." "He'd just say Tommy you've got to work harder and you'll get better," Tommy said. "Once my mom shut him down, I never heard a word out of his mouth, until I won yesterday," he said. "Now all of a sudden he's talking about the training we were doing, and the special program he had me on and it's all bullshit," said Tommy. "Don't worry about Bert," I said "I'll talk to him, as long as he gets the credit, I don't think he cares how you train." "What's problem number 2," I asked. Tommy looked at me and smiled sheepishly. "Oh, the Sarah situation," I said. "OK here's what we do about that," I said. Tommy and I spent about 20 minutes planning strategy. Our approach was not to go after Sarah, to make Sarah come after Tommy. The first thing we had to do was to pump up Tommy and the track team. Everyone wants to be part of a winning team, and our football team sucked, so that would make our goal easier. A couple of articles in the school paper about the success of the track team, coupled with the continued losing of the football team would have the varsity cheerleaders begging to cheer for the track team instead. We also had to make sure that Tommy stood out as a reason for the success of the track team. That meant that the pressure would be on Tommy because he had to continue to do well in meets. He needed to score big points for the team. We couldn't expect him to win every race because that was too much like TV. But we needed solid second or third place finishes every week. It had to be Tommy that was linked conclusively with the success of the team. We wanted Sarah to see the track team as being successful, and when you looked at the track team, you saw Tommy. Secondly besides having her see him, it had to look like he didn't even notice her. He needed to walk right past her as if he hadn't seen her to talk to other girls. The combination of her seeing him everywhere she looked and his not noticing her at all would literally drive her straight to him. "Is that it?" I asked him Tommy looked at his feet as we ran so I could tell this was going to be bad. "Coach, have you ever loved someone but not wanted them around you?" he asked me. "Well, I can't actually say I've done that," I said. "Who are we talking about?" I asked, puzzled. "Well on one hand I really want things to work out, and me to get a scholarship to a good college, so I can get away," he said "On the other hand," he said slowly" I'm wondering what would happen to my mom if I leave." "She'd be fine," I said. "What's the real issue Tommy?" I asked "My mom is weird," he said "she just doesn't fit in." I stopped running and Tommy didn't notice for a few seconds then he looked at me standing in the road with my mouth open. "What's wrong coach?" he asked "Your mom is not weird," I snapped. "Oh shit, you've got it too," he said "Got what?" I asked "Last night at dinner all she did was asked me questions about you," he began. "Everybody in the town we came from thought my mom was some kind of witch," he said. "She was always telling people what was going to happen before it did, and she made potions and stuff," he said as if he was embarrassed. "I'm not knocking it because my dad, that asshole ran out on her while she was pregnant and we had to do whatever it took to live," he said. "Then all of a sudden we had to leave Louisiana because she got a feeling," he said. "And being here has been great for me, but she said that we moved here for her to find something," he said. "But Coach she doesn't really fit in around here," he said. "At first I thought that maybe she and Coach Peters were going to hit it off even though I don't like him," he said. "But now," he said smiling "Once I saw that look on your face when I told you she was weird." "I feel a lot better," he said. Kathy answered the phone on its second ring. "Hello," she said sharply into the phone. At first she heard only breathing. Then "Hey Baby," she heard. "What the fuck do you want?" she asked "Why are you calling me at home?" "What if Mike had answered the phone?" she asked in a shrill voice. Kathy's temper was rising with each sentence. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," said Bert. "You mean you couldn't stop thinking about my tits," she said. "You, can't fucking call me at home, ever," she snapped. "Don't worry if your hubby was the one who answered, I'd just talk to him about the team," said Bert. "So what are you so pissed about?" he asked. "I'm not a spring chicken anymore she said, after traipsing through the woods to meet you in that God damned shack, and then having to run back, I was tired as hell," she said. "Then I get home and take a nap and Mike doesn't want to have sex with me," she continued almost in tears. "Ooh next time I'll have to give you more, baby," he said. "What next time?" She said, "this was a one time thing; I wanted to see how it was to be with someone else, but I love my husband." "Now I know, and I have something to smile about in the back of my mind when some young bitch tries to hit on my husband," she said. "Now I can just think, yep, I could have someone else too if I wanted," she said. "Mike is getting older," said Bert, " maybe he's slowing down, women do have higher sex drives in their middle aged period." "So if that's the case you might want to keep me around for a while," he said "just so you get what you deserve." "Well, maybe," said Kathy. "At least give me one more Saturday," whined Bert "It was so good." "Maybe," said Kathy as she hung up the phone. Kathy smiled as she thought about the conversation. She'd had Bert begging her, and whining. She'd originally had no intention of sleeping with the man again, but he sounded so desperate. And he did make sense about Mike slowing down. Maybe Mike was showing his age. She'd been worried for years about how Mike still looked young and she was aging at an alarming rate. Maybe all of her changes were on the outside and all of Mike's were on the inside. Maybe she'd have to get him some Viagra or something. And she'd thought that Mike was angry at her. For a second she'd even thought that she'd been caught. She was really afraid then because she'd have to go through hell if Mike ever caught her. She'd have to kiss his ass for a while before he forgave her, which she knew he would, because they'd been together for most of their lives. She hadn't really made up her mind yet though so it would depend on Mike. If he kept up his shitty attitude and didn't want to make love to her, then it was her constitutional right to find someone who did. The funny thing was that Bert didn't get her off at all. She was turned on by how much he wanted her and the sneakiness and dirtiness of it, but the actual sex sucked. Bert had spent most of his time playing with and rubbing his dick between her breasts. He'd sucked them and rubbed them and played with them and by the time he'd stuck his dick in her she was dry again and he was ready to cum almost immediately and he wanted to do it all over her tits. He like most of the men she knew was obsessed with her big boobs. In fact there were very few men she'd ever known who hadn't given all of their attention to her boobs. One of the few was Mike. Her poor hubby fucked all of her; he spent a lot of time kissing her all over not just on her boobs. He also ate her pussy with gusto. His dick was the perfect size to fill her without hurting her. And until last night, she was afraid of him. Mike had a habit of just taking her, whenever and wherever he wanted. She started rubbing her pussy when she remembered last week they'd been out shopping. Mike had noticed that she was feeling bad and he'd asked her why she was down. She'd told him that most of the boys on the cross country team didn't pay her any attention. Mike told her it was because they were intimidated by her but he'd seen them staring at her tits often, and it made him get angry. The sun had started going down as they drove home so she thought about going to bed a little early so they could make love. She'd been really happy that he got jealous so she'd started walking in front of him and swaying her hips a little bit as she walked up their driveway. He'd told her to stop it if she knew what was good for her. She walked all the way back out to the curb as the sunlight faded behind her. Then Kathy exaggerated her ass swinging even more as she walked by him. Mike had snatched her by the arm, then turned her around and bent her over the hood of the Honda right in their driveway. He'd reached between her legs and just ripped her panties off, and started fucking her hard, right in plain sight of their neighbors houses. He'd have had a lot to explain if anyone had seen them, but she didn't care. That had been really good, and only 2 weeks ago; Kathy thought as she worked her finger faster across her clit. And she really did love Mike; she sometimes wondered herself why she treated him so badly. Kathy knew that it was probably her own insecurity. As she had aged and let herself go, Mike had kept himself in good shape and now looked years younger. She had to be the stronger one in the relationship or she might lose him. When they were younger it hadn't made a difference because she could have gotten another man in an instant just by opening a button or 2 and leaning forward. But now she was barely noticed by most men, and her only attraction seemed to be her chest. on the other hand Mike still loved her but she didn't need his charity. She needed to prove to herself and maybe to him as well that she could still get another man. So maybe Saturday might happen after all; but it would definitely be the last time. When Tommy and I finished our run we walked over to a stand of trees to stretch and there she was. I was flabbergasted how she seemed to become even more beautiful every time I saw her. She looked at us and then smiled as her eyes locked with mine and started picking her way through the grass towards us. She had on one of those shapeless mom dresses. The kind that are great for older women to disguise the fact that all of their body parts that are supposed to be curvy have become straight and vice versa. I know it was wrong to compare, but on Kathy the dress would have been a night mare. It would have hung from her boobs in the front and jiggled lightly on her stomach. On Angela there was movement all over the dress that only served to make one notice that there were interesting things going on under it. She daintily lifted one long tan leg, showing a little too much thigh to step over a puddle and I noticed that she was barefoot. Tommy had noticed too and shook his head. But to me it was delightful. Her smile, the way she spoke, everything about her seemed to embrace life. If I'd been expecting to find her less beautiful or less mysterious in the light of a new day, then I'd have to admit defeat because from the moment she saw us and her eyes lit up I realized that my feelings from yesterday had only gotten stronger. Like two magnets we got closer and closer together and the attraction grew stronger until we were together. "Fancy meeting you two here," she said. "Mom," said Tommy. "What?" she asked smiling at me. Fall Cross Country... "I told you I was coming to the park to run," he said sullenly. "I told you I was going to go out and pick some Dandelions for my Dandelion Iced tea," she said. "Mom we have a whole yard full of Dandelions," he said. "Well I don't know," she said looking at me" There's just something about the Dandelions in this here park." "So why didn't you pick any?" he asked smiling. "I changed my mind," she said. "Would you like some breakfast?" she asked. "Hell yes," I said completely forgetting Kathy back at home. "Well come on then," she said nodding her head at her truck. "Tommy you kin ride in the back," she said. Then she opened the door for me and had me climb up onto the pickup's bench seat. "Mom you know the driver's side door doesn't work," said Tommy. "Oh shoot," she said giving me another one of those smiles "guess I'll have to climb over," She climbed across me dragging her various body parts over mine. It was the flat out sexiest thing that had ever happened to me that didn't involve actual penetration. First her eyes met mine, then she dragged her breasts across my lap, giving me an almost painful hard on. the she dragged her stomach across me and paused when her pelvis and mine were lined up. She turned and said "this give you any ideas?" I thought that it would end there but instead of scooting the rest of the way across me, she turned so that her ass was on my erection and there she started scooting her butt from side to side across my dick. "Oh shit," I groaned through clenched teeth. "Am I too heavy?" she asked innocently. "You're barefoot," I said trying to change the subject. "So you've got me halfway to where ya want me," she said. "Huh?" I said "Barefoot and pregnant," she smiled "You kin start on the other half anytime you want." I didn't say anything because speech requires the brain to function, and with all of my blood in another organ, I couldn't think. I'll bet you think I'm about to tell you that they lived in a trailer. Wrong it was a nice house if a little on the small side. But it was very neat and sparkling clean. There were plants literally everywhere, and the whole place just felt good. Angela changed before she started cooking and had put on another dangerous pair of shorts, and a bikini top. She also wore an apron that she turned around and had me tie in the back. You could just make out the underside of her ass cheeks in the shorts, and my dick shot to rock hardness as I tried to remember how to tie a knot. "Thank you kind sir," she said as she whirled around popped up on his tiptoes and kissed me before I could object. The front of her apron read "I keep my best treats under this apron." I couldn't form words again, as I watched her smile at me. All through breakfast, we touched each other every chance we had. If she passed me the jam, or a knife her fingers had to rub against mine. Every single touch brought minute electric shocks as we made contact. Her foot under the table rubbed my leg slowly the whole time. "My body is crying out for you something fierce," she said. I found myself wondering where Tommy had gone off to. The next couple of days were a flurry of activity as we got ready for the away meet. I went to work as usual, came home and ran or went to practice for the team. Kathy and I tried to pretend everything was normal but it wasn't. I guess I'm a one woman man and she was no longer my woman. Every time she mentioned or hinted about sex, I had to pretend to be tired or sleepy. A couple of times I started to say why don't you just call Bert. Tuesday while I ran around and watched Tommy run I looked for Kathy and saw her at her station, and saw Bert watching both her and Tommy. When she'd notice Bert watching her Kathy always seemed to find a reason to lean forwards or just to rub her breasts. Once when she'd leaned down to pick up a pencil Bert almost fell out of his chair. "You've done a good job with Tommy," Bert told me "I think I'll take over training him." "I'm not sure his mom will like that," I said "maybe you should talk to her first." "Whoa no, that bitch is crazy," said Bert "So you keep him sharp, cause I'm not going anywhere near her." I noticed that Bert was rubbing his crotch as he said it. I wondered if Angela had cast some kind of spell on him. Was I actually starting to believe that stuff? Wednesday Morning while Kathy showered, I had a chance to listen to the phone taps. I heard the whole conversation from Sunday and I was happier than I'd been in a long time. I had a couple of things left to do to get ready for my party on Saturday. I had a few guests to invite as well. One of the biggest surprises I got was that as I was checking the camera feeds from the shack, I found out Bert had taken another woman there during the week, she seemed really young, maybe a teacher's aide or possible a student. Oh Bert, I thought, How could you cheat on my wife while she's cheating on me. I got on my computer and split all of our Bank accounts down the middle, the house would have to be sold and the proceeds split. I invited 3 very special ladies to the meet Saturday but didn't tell them why they were coming. All I had to do now was wait. Friday found Kathy so horny she was running around the house in a T-shirt with no bra trying to get my attention. She bent over and her skirt lifted a little, I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not, but she wasn't wearing any panties either. "Kathy I need to be honest with you," I told her. "You want it don't you baby," she smirked. "Well I changed my mind, I don't want it now," she said, "next time when someone offers you something, you'll be glad to get it." "And Mike," she said, in a truly evil tone, "It might be a long time before I'm in the mood again." She left the room smiling in triumph. And I was glad I didn't have to tell her the lie I'd planned. I'd planned on telling her that I had pulled a groin muscle running and it might be a few weeks before we could have sex. A few minutes later she was on the phone with Bert. "Bert," she began. "Kathy!" he answered. "Can you have Mike watching that Tommy kid again tomorrow?" she asked. "I don't even have to have him do it, he's the kid's coach," said Bert. "Good cause we're on for tomorrow," she said. "Oh boy, I can't wait to see them... I mean you again," he said "And Bert bring some condoms and try to actually fuck me this time, because this is the last time," she said. "I'm only doing it because Mike needs to be taught a lesson, and I know just how to do it," she said. "So you'd better get some sleep tonight because we're gonna start early and stay late," she said I wondered, was she actually planning on me catching her fucking Bert? This was too good to be true. What did she hope to accomplish? Saturday found me running around a lot before the meet. Very early in the morning, I'd checked the cameras and made sure everything was fine. I'd gone to the airport to pick up one of my special guests and A local house to pick up the 2nd one. Tommy was so nervous I thought he'd vomit. It turned out that the varsity cheerleaders including Sarah were all here. Angela and I, worked hard to calm him down. "Look Tommy," said Angela holding up a long shapely leg. My brain stopped firing again and she smiled at me. "Mom I've seen your leg before," said Tommy exasperatedly. He kept looking around to see what Sarah was doing. "No doofus," said Angela, "I'm wearing shoes." She smiled at me, and I smiled right back at her. Finally Tommy waved his hands between us and said "Hello," this is my big day, my track meet." After the meet started I actually saw Bert and then a few minutes later Kathy leave the course. after they'd been in the shack for about 10 minutes I'd stationed a couple of volunteers around the shack but not close enough to disturb the love birds. Tommy won his event again and pretended he didn't see Sarah watching him. We had about 2 more races to go before the meet was over. I checked and according to my volunteers no one had left the shack, but they'd heard strange noises coming out of the shack for a while. I got a couple of the kids who were done running to arrange some chairs in front of the shack and sat my special guests down. I brought over a portable monitor and used it to check the activity in the shack. Bert was holding one of my wife's boobs with both hands and was sucking on her nipple like a baby. They were both still undressed but Kathy was trying to shake him off so she could leave. Suddenly the public address announcer called everyone to come to the podium for the awards ceremony. Bert opened the door of the shack a little and then quickly closed it back. I guess last time he and Kathy had snuck into the back of the crowd during the awards. We'd won the meet again thanks to Tommy. But Bert probably wouldn't be happy. I went to the door of the shack and tried to open it. I could hear mumbling from inside. I kicked the door a couple of times and it came off of its hinges. Bert and Kathy stepped out. One of our special guest was our daughter, she was shocked and started yelling at her mother. "Mom why were you in that shack with that man?" she asked. I pretended to be horrified as I looked at her. But the reaction from the other two women was better. Bert's wife was all over him telling him he'd better have a damned good explanation. The other woman the head of the school board didn't say anything she just shook her head. Bert was a great liar and quick on his feet. He said that he'd got Kathy to help him clean out the shack because he'd found condoms and a blanket inside and thought that the kids might be having sex there after school. "Bert did you know that some of the kids must have wired the cabin for those internet video sites too," I said. "Look at this," and I turned on the monitor. Bert's wife saw him sucking one of Kathy's tits and almost fainted, I don't know if it was the size of Kathy's tit or the sight of Bert sucking it, but she clearly couldn't handle it. She told Bert to get a lawyer, because she intended to divorce him. My daughter called her mother a whore, and left, telling me that if I needed anything she'd always be there for me. Mrs. Convey, The school board lady told Bert that he was fired, and she left. Before she left she asked me to send her a copy of the video, I asked her if she wanted a copy of the video of Bert fucking some young girl here during the week also. I promised Bert's wife copies of both as well. Bert took off running after his wife, screaming "Wait, I don't love that cow, it was just those fucking titties, she's a freak." That left only Kathy, me and Sam from the county office. As Kathy looked at me through her tears, Sam stepped forward. "Kathy Cosby?" he asked. "Yeah," she said. "You've been served," he said handing her a stack of papers. "Served what?" she asked with her eyes locked on mine, as he walked away. I just saluted her and turned to walk away myself. "Mike where are you going?" she yelled "We need to talk." I was smiling from ear to ear as I started running. They were getting to the last of the awards and the crowd was pretty quiet. I spotted a familiar pair of shorts and walked up behind them and put my arms around a slim waist. "Took you long enough," I heard her say as they announced Tommy's prize. Tommy got his trophy and as he stepped away from the podium he turned and gave me the thumbs up sign, but he didn't come over to me and Angela. I saw Sarah go over to him and grab his hand and lead him away. "Well, at least someone's having a good time," I said. The next thing I knew a soft hand was inside of mine and Angel was leading me away to the parking lot. She got a basket from the front seat of her truck, and spotting Tommy and Sarah, threw him the keys. "Be home by," she began, then she looked at me, and said "when ya git there." With a wide grin on her face, and me still mesmerized she started my car. "Holy shit, this thing takes off like a raped ape," she said. "Look Jeff Gordon, this is a 30 mph zone," I said. "Ya know sweetie, your car and me have something in common," she said smiling at me. "What's that?" I asked "I think we're both waitin' for you to open us up, so we can really have some fun," she said, smiling at me again. She drove for about 40 minutes, and I, neither, knew, or cared where we went. I wasn't very surprised though when we ended up at another park. This one was far bigger, and had camping areas and places to lodge campers. She got the basket from the Mustang's trunk and grabbed my hand. She also had me carry 2 blankets. "Ooh, we each get our own blanket to sit on," I said "That's nice." "No silly," she said "the blankets are for after we eat." I still didn't get it, and my look of confusion made her laugh. "One's for over, the other's for under," she said as if it was supposed to make sense now. "Oh," I said, still clueless. "Trust me," she said "You're gonna like this." We walked or hiked down a small trail until we came to a small pond on the other side of a thicket. In my short sleeved shirt I scratched the shit out of my arms, and was beginning to think my dream girl was out of her fucking mind. In a few more minutes we hit a clearing with a small pond that I hadn't even thought was here. It wasn't visible from the trail and if you didn't know specifically where you were going, you probably wouldn't find it. She sat down and started arranging plates and dishes. As I watched her, sitting there in the grass, everything just made sense. It was like the last piece of a puzzle just locked into place. No problems, no worries, everything was as it should be. All of the things I'd been so concerned with over the past few days were gone. I no longer cared about Kathy, or her cheating, or where she was. I sat down on the grass next to Angela and sighed. I knew that I could easily spend 2 lifetimes just watching her and never get tired of the view. I let out a contented sigh, and she turned towards me. She reached into a dish and brought me a piece of fried chicken. "I was curious about what you thought of my breasts," she said as I bit into the chicken. "Well it tastes really good," I said, "a little spicy, but I could get used to that." "I wasn't talking about the chicken," she said. She took back my piece of chicken, and placed it on a plate, still holding on to my hand. She took my fingers into her mouth and sucked on them. "Maybe it is a little spicy," she said, " and you will, get used to it." She straddled my legs still keeping my fingers in her mouth. Then she just looked deeply into my eyes still sucking my fingers and moving them in and out of her mouth like, she was fucking her mouth with my fingers. Then she finally let go of my fingers and just attacked my mouth with hers. When our lips came together, those little electric shocks were back and intensified. As our tongues finally began wrestling she let out all of her breath into my mouth. I was sure that all of the colors in the world suddenly became more intense. I've kissed a few women, including Kathy during my lifetime, but kissing Angela was in a whole different league. She tasted like fresh strawberries, and I never wanted it to end. I kept thinking if her mouth tastes this good, what does the rest of her taste like? I've often heard people describing making love as the merging of two souls and with Angela, I finally understood it. I was happy as hell before we even got started, but at the same time I felt as if my life before that moment had been a waste. I felt my concentration lapse for a second, as I felt something tugging at my shorts. I lifted my hips and she pulled them down my legs, freeing my erection. Then she grabbed it and just sat down on it impaling herself on me. She was already so wet that as tight as she was she slid easily down the length of my shaft, tickling and exciting every nerve ending I had on the way. I felt the sensation not only through my dick but all up and down my spine. "Oh fuck," I said. "You betcha," she replied. She started slowly rising and then descending in a rapidly increasing tempo. At the bottom of each stroke she wiggled her hips in a different pattern every time, driving me crazy because I never knew how long she'd stay down there with our pubic bones attached to each other. Sometimes she do a really quick figure 8, other times a very slow circle or 2, and sometimes she just pump in and out really quickly at the bottom. At first she'd lock lips with me at the bottom of each stroke, but as the pace grew more frenzied we just kept our mouths plastered together. Both the strawberry taste of her lips and the nearly furious friction of out linked genitals was conspiring to drive me wilder than I'd ever been. I pulled the top down and freed her breasts and began licking and sucking on her nipples. Where Kathy's breasts which she thought were her best feature were just giant sized sacks of dead meat hanging off of her collar bones, Angela's breasts were alive and I loved watching them move in time with our gyrations. I really shouldn't have started doing that because as I contemplated the differences between her breasts an Kathy's (hers were smaller but much nicer and perfect, almost too large for her small frame) I lost concentration on holding back my ejaculation, and I really wanted this to last longer. Shit, I didn't want this to ever stop. All the shit I'd read about Tantric sex, finally made sense. But as I felt the signals my dick was sending to my brain I knew I was about to erupt. "Angel...I'm," I started "Shhh," she interrupted me "this is your pussy, you can put anything you want in it." And I just let go, I squeezed her to me as if I was trying really hard to make us into one bizarre looking figure, and came like never before. As my first spurt into her ended I felt her vagina clamp tighter on me, and she started screaming too. We lost our balance and ended up sprawling on the ground still locked together. She smiled at me and gently lifted her legs from around me freeing us. She traced her finger down the opening of her vagina and scooped out some of our combined juices. Then she did the most bizarre thing I think I'd seen up to that point in my life. She took that same finger and spread it across my piece of chicken and bit into it. Then she gave me a taste, it was really fucking good too. "I'm glad you like the taste of us fucking," she said smiling "because we're gonna be doing it a lot." "Now do you want to eat first, or are you ready for round 2" she laughed "I'm really not hungry," I said reaching for her. A week later I was sitting in Ed Bradley's office as Kathy and her attorney joined us. Kathy looked like hell and she was wearing what looked like a fucking choir robe and covered from neck to knees. Her eyes had bags under them, and the bags were full. Before Ed or the lawyers could say anything Kathy snapped at me "I heard you've taken up with some hillbilly whore!" Her lawyer told her to calm down. "Mike we've been together for over twenty years, I love you," she said. "I don't want a divorce," she said, "we're even now." "This only happened, because you refused to have sex with me last week," she said. "It just snowballed out of control because of our egos," she said, "we can fix this." "Kathy, stop lying," I said, "When you came to bed last week you had already fucked Bert." "That was why I didn't have sex with you," I said. "I just needed to know that someone beside you found me attractive," she said. "That's all." "But he was just after my tits," she said sobbing. Fall Cross Country... "Well, they're gonna look pretty funny on him," I said. "But, he can have them" I added, "along with the rest of you." "Kathy I always loved you," I began, "All of you, and I would have forever." "Maybe it was fate, or magic, or witchcraft, but I don't anymore," I said. I smiled at her and told Ed to get started as I stared out the window and waved. Ed started out trying to discuss the property settlement. Kathy said we didn't need a property settlement because she loved me and didn't want a divorce. I said that I couldn't possibly stay married to her because she was a skanky cheating whore and I didn't love her anymore. From the way that Bert had talked about her when he followed his wife off the field Saturday, it was obvious that Bert didn't want her either. Kathy's lawyer suggested counseling, saying that if we refused, the court could order it, and it would look bad for us to be unwilling to try and save the marriage. Ed countered by showing the video and the phone taps we'd be using as evidence, and how we'd be dragging Kathy's name through the mud. Kathy said "It was only one little mistake in over 20 years and it didn't mean much." I told her that it was a pretty big God Damned mistake because she broke all of our wedding vows and demeaned and insulted me in the process. I promised her that our marriage was over, that I just wouldn't be able to get past this, and I was sorry. I also promised to intercede with our kids on Kathy's behalf because they weren't speaking to her. Kathy signed the paper's and I left the office a free man. I walked slowly across the road to the fence I'd been staring at the whole time. When I got to the fence Angela jumped off of it and straight into my arms, she kissed me as Kathy looked on. She waved at Kathy without any evil intentions or snarkiness and yelled "Hey." "She's gonna end up with that snake oil peddler," said Angela "Tell me more," I said as we got into my Mustang and drove off with one of her bare feet sticking out the window. "Well, it's gonna be a cold winter so we're not gonna git outta bed much," she said "not that you're gonna want to." "And you're gonna be a daddy all over again," she continued. "And we're gonna be the happiest damned people in the whole fuckin world." "And that snake-charmer is gonna cheat on your ex wife lots a times... and.....," And we lived happily ever after. The end Fall Folly Melani Souza stood in her family room looking through the curtains onto her drive way. Her attention was drawn to the six half-dressed 18 year old boys including her son, running and sweating as they played basketball. The one that caught her attention was Blake Everetts, her son's friend as well as the son of her friend and neighbor Angela Everetts. From behind Robert and Blake were almost identical. Both just over 6 foot tall with wide shoulders tapering down to narrow hips but that's where Melani detailed the difference. She watched how Blake's basketball shorts sagged just enough to show the tops of that gorgeous tight ass and when he turned she could see the sculpted chest and tight abs. She knew Robert was handsome too, all her friends, too many actually, had commented on him. But she was in a raging lust for Blake Everetts. A folly of a 36 year old woman she knew it, even though she kept her 5 foot 9 inch frame in shape and her C cup breasts still stood pretty proud along with the all the time and effort she put into sculpting her ass didn't go unnoticed. Her hormones had kicked into high gear over the last year making her more and more horny as the months went on. She used to desire sex with her husband and enjoyed it when it was just for him but lately she was craving orgasmic release. So she stood in the family room this Saturday morning, naked under her fluffy bathrobe her left hand inside brushing her nipples as she contemplated the dangers of allowing her right hand in her robe to caress her clit. Her husband was gone to the golf course, her daughter had spent the night at a friends and the only people who were home were her and Robert and he was outside involved furious but friendly 3 on 3 basketball game. Her decision was unconsciously made for her when Blake went up for a shot and one of the boys hands had a hold of his shorts. As if in slow motion Melani watched as the young man leaped into the air while his shorts stayed. The long thick shaft of the flaccid cock hung down in the minor G forces of the leap before rising up and slapping him on the stomach as he came back to earth. Blake hastily grabbed his shorts from around his knees and pulled them up quickly looking around to see if he was on display for the whole neighborhood. He reaction was quick but not before Melani had taken in the thick shaft with the circumcised head nestled in with the thatch of curly blonde hairs and egg sized balls. As she gasped in awe her hand went straight to her clit pressing against it shooting streaks of pleasure outward and to her nipple now being pinched. Melani continued to press and rub as the basketball game now degraded into all out wrestling brawl. Blake shoved the boy responsible for pulling his shorts down and another tackled Blake taking him to the grass. Soon all six boys were rolling in the grass on the edge of her yard. As they tumbled and flipped Melani rubbed faster and faster her breathing getting more ragged as she caught glimpse of ass and even a few flashes of cock and balls. She was impressed as Blake exerted his will on the boys in the pile. One by one the lessor specimens dropped to the side in exhaustion and eventually wandering home leaving only Robert and Blake left locked in friendly combat. As they rolled it began to become impossible to tell who was who. Melani slowed her strokes as she kept looking for the show from Blake. Robert was impressive in his own right but he was her son and she was wanting to orgasm with the thought so her the neighboring Adonis in her mind and her spasming cunt. They rolled next door into the Wilson's front yard. The Wilson's had started to landscape their yard and had stripped all the growth off to get ready for new sod that had been delayed by the torrential rains that had fallen in the last few days making the yard a muddy quagmire. As both boys grappled and slipped and slid into the mud they eventually became covered. Now her fantasy was totally hidden making Melani stop rubbing until she could figure out which one was Blake. Her frustration mounted as they continued to roll around, everything including shoes and shorts were brown with mud. Eventually breathing hard and laughing both boys called it a draw. Mud caked them from head to toe making it impossible to tell them apart except when they spoke and Melani heard it although muffled through the glass. Blake asked "Shit, now what my mom won't let me in the house like this?" Robert answered "Go around back and use the pool shower to get it off." Blake cocked his head and asked "What about your Mom, won't she see me? Robert shook his head from side to side before saying "No, it's behind the pool house and you can only see that from the guest room," Robert added "She never goes in there, if she is up she is either in the kitchen drinking coffee on on the computer." Melani was surprised her son knew her Saturday Morning routine so well. She never was an early riser by choice and did like to sleep when she could and she did start her morning with some coffee and checking her e-mails on the family computer in the front room. As they started to walk around the back of the house she heard Blake asked "What about you?" Robert added "We have a shower in the mudroom off the garage I can get to that without making a mess.." Melani lost the rest of the conversation as they rounded the side of the house. She wanted to rush to the guest room and watch the 18 year old get naked and shower in her back yard but she wanted to make sure her son did what he said he was going to do. Not only did she not want him tracking mud through her clean house on her carpets she did not want to get caught masturbating over her naked neighbor. Hearing the door to the mudroom open, she took off as soon as she heard the shower start and the shower door close hurriedly through the house stopping only log enough to lock the door of the guest room, just in case. Melani had to stop herself from throwing open the curtains to view the young Adonis she hoped was naked in her yard. She parted the curtains slightly with shaking hands her breathes rapid almost panting, partly from her exertion to get there as well as from anticipation as she peered out into the yard. The pool shower was enclosed not only by the tall privacy fence the circled the yard but an additional barrier blocked the view from the pool and the back yard entrance. However if you were in the rarely used guest room you could view who ever was taking a shower there. She wondered how Robert knew that? Melani let her eyes view the emerging flesh as the mud sluiced away under the stream of water. She could only see the broad muscled shoulders and tight ass since Blake had his back to her and his head down under the water. But she loved what she saw. Her fingers were back tracing their former path and now venturing even further up inside as she watch the young man. She noticed as he spread his legs to get the mud from between them. She watched in amazement as the balls hung between his legs and when he spread them a little further she saw the top of his circumcised penis hanging down behind them. She gasped and rubbed harder as he reached down and began stroking his cock. She watched it get harder and longer in his hand. Melani's breath was now coming in full pants as she threw the robe off her body, now standing naked in the room. Both hands furiously rubbing her cunt as any residual guilt she had about lusting over the boy she had known since he was in grade school was long gone. After all the filthy bastard was masturbating in her backyard. She moaned in frustration as his 18 year old cock disappeared from view when he pulled it up in front of him. But then she hissed in joy as his ass cheeks flexed showing the tight muscles as she watched him hump what she was his hand. His right hand reached up and grasped he shower pipe for support as he continued to pump into his left hand. Melani loved watching his muscles rippling but she so wanted to see the young hard cock pulsing and spurting as he came. Her faster strokes matched his as she got her wish. Melani's eyes zeroed in in on the cock she estimated was above the 7 inches she was used to as he twisted slightly to his side. It was if she had a camera zoom mode on her eyes. The cock jumping through the left hand formed in a circle like a dolphin jumping though a hoop over and over. She watched the head emerge from the fingers and saw the sun light red glistening off the red stone of the class ring. Then she saw the contortion and swore she heard him grunt as the first spurt left the tip of his cock and raced across the yard. Melani whined wanting to scream in pleasure but choked it back knowing she wasn't alone in the house. As the spurts of white cream flew across the yard corresponding spurts of raw sexual power coursed through her causing her to jerk and gasp through her orgasm. She stumbled back now leaning against the chair as she shuddered again and again her grunts, snorts and gurgling along with her bodily contortions singled to the world her orgasmic bliss. Slowly coming down she was able to stand unsupported long enough to wobble over to the window. She wanted one more look at that body to burn it into her brain. As she parted the curtains she zoomed in on the now flaccid cock and the hand lightly stroking it. She smiled to herself as she thought what a pervert he was and she lifter her eyes to look into the relaxed and sexually sated face of "HER SON!"