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Little Lies

By: Master_Vassago



It had been a long week at work for Chad, he had put in about fifty hours and was stressed as much as one man possibly could be. His job albeit not that stressful overall had it’s finer moments that he could usually pinpoint at the end of the day. 

Usually one of the most relaxing days during his week, while also being the most stress filled were Thursdays. This was the day he brought his weekly checks in and also the day he would get to see the beautiful women of his home office. His supervisor was a raven haired beauty that he had at first thought of as a ice princess. But as the time had worn on he had discovered a bit more depth to that persona. Now she always seemed to smile and giggle whenever he told a joke. She had also become one of his biggest supporters as he had proven himself to her in his position.

He had often watched her as she stood up and seemed to float above the carpet inside the office, her skirt flowing behind her. Or at times even her slacks molded to that hot tight ass of hers. A few times he had even glimpsed a bit of her thong panties or gotten a good look down her blouse when she bent over to talk to him as he stood beside or in front of her.

One of his friends had decided to drag him out on this night. A cute coed that knew his wife was away and he needed to get out of the house. The girl had played on his soccer team and they had become good friends. She and a few of her college girlfriends had decided to make him enjoy the night and had plied him with drinks until he was loose enough to join them on the dance floor.

“Amanda, you know I can’t dance...hell girl, I’m white. I may be smooth on the soccer field and graceful there but on a dance floor I have two or three left feet,” he chuckled.

“Shut up and get that white ass out here mister. I think there’s enough hot young college girls ready to dance and grind with you that you won’t have to worry about your feet you’ll have other things getting in the way.”

So letting her lead him by the hand Chad joined Amanda and her friends out on the dance floor. As the bass pumped and he began to grind amongst the group he felt a little relieved that none of them were paying attention to his lack of gracefulness and instead intent on the cock in his pants that was starting to rise to all the action. He knew that beyond a few gropes a maybe if he tried really hard a handjob on the way back home none of the girls would be having sex with him. They all new he was married, and his wife was away and that he had remained faithful to her. The only one of the group that he would have ever expected to have a shot with was Amanda and he didn’t really see that happening tonight, she seemed to be eyeing one of the bouncers and what Amanda wanted, Amanda got.

Chad needed a drink and slipped out of the circle of girls reassuring them that he would return in a few moments as they grabbed his shirt and tried to keep him there. He turned around one last time to look at them as he made his way to the bar and could see Bobbie one of Amanda’s friends holding her hands about eight inches apart and smiling at the girls as she nodded her head. He reckoned at this point she was revealing what she had felt up against her ass during one intense moment on the dance floor as she had rubbed that tight ass of hers up and down the length of his shaft. Shrugging his shoulders and smiling to himself he walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. After sucking it down quickly he decided to completely cut loose and enjoy the company he had for this night and just play it cool. “You never know what these uninhibited girls might have up their sleeve even for a faithful guy like yourself,” he thought. 

Sliding back among the group he danced for nearly a half an hour before the girls announced some of them needed water and a trip to the bathroom. He was still left out there with three of the girls and as they danced he turned around and noticed a dark-haired beauty with her back to him. 

“Fuck it,” he thought as he stepped in closer behind her watching her ass sway with the music. I’m only out every so often and I’m here with all these girls so if she turns around and doesn’t like me dancing with her then I’ll just return to the group. Slowly he approached dancing with the beat and when the girl felt him behind her she never turned around, she just bent forward a little more and pressed her ass against him as they danced. She reached back without ever looking at him and as her hands ran up his thighs she found his hand on her waist and lifted it toward her ass. She brought it down quickly as if she wanted him to mock spank her and he readily complied. 

Slapping her ass playfully imagining what she might look like naked he knew that his cock was leaking pre-cum and pushing into her but could care less at this point. She was grinding back against him so hard that his cock was trapped between the globes of her ass and her hands were one the back of his thighs and then squeezing his ass as she continued to tease him. When the song ended the DJ announced that it was time for a couple slow ones and that he would be taking a quick break before starting things back up again. The girl that had been grinding wildly on him seconds ago slowly stood up and turned around and gave a little gasp.

“Chad . . . ” she stuttered, “I didn’t know that was you back there.”

To his amazement he was looking deeply into his supervisor’s lust filled eyes. “I had no clue it was you either young lady,” he teased.

“Hey stop that young lady crap, I’m only a day younger than you are, so what brought you out here tonight I thought you didn’t go clubbing and join in this nonsense now that you’re older,” she quipped. 

“Well Christy, I was dragged kicking and screaming out here by a few of my friends that I play soccer with and forced to have a good time tonight . . . the real question I think would be why are you out here and where is your boyfriend?”

The slow songs had started and without realizing it they had begun to dance in a slow rhythm with Chad’s arms around Christy’s waist. “Well, as a matter of fact he’s at his parents this weekend and refused to come out with me so I decided to come out with a few girls I went to school with.” 

As they continued to dance, Chad could still feel his hard cock trapped between them, as embarrassing as this could be come Monday thought Christy wasn’t pulling back away from him at all. In fact she put her arms around his neck and pulled him a little closer and began to whisper into his ear so that they didn’t have to shout anymore.

“I have to tell you Chad, I’m a bit tipsy tonight and despite not wanting any rumors to get started I can’t seem to push you away.”

“Christy, you don’t want to push me away, I can see that in your eyes and I can tell by the way that you were dancing with me earlier that you liked what you felt,” he said looking down into her eyes. 

“But, come Monday or hell next Thursday when I see you in the office I’ll be remembering tonight Chad. Maybe we should just go our separate . . . ”

Chad didn’t give her a chance to finish, he bent down just a little and despite his being married and her having a boyfriend and being his boss, he kissed her. All the months of tension that had pent up in that office on Thursdays and in the months since he had seen his wife just poured through that kiss. To his surprise Christy didn’t try and stop him or pull away, she had opened her mouth and reciprocated his kiss with matching intensity. Their tongues began to massage one another and she pulled back just a bit and giggled when his tongue hoop had flicked across her own tongue.

“Mmm that felt kinda nice and kinky Chad, but really we should stop now,” Christy whispered into his ear. 

Chad threw caution to the wind and reached down and cupped her ass and gave it a good squeeze as he pulled her close. His mouth found her neck and he gave it a soft bite and flicked his tongue against her neck as she returned the favor on his own body. 

Grabbing her hand Chad lead Christy to a secluded corning of the club and pushed her against the wall. His hands roamed her body and as he kissed her again she lifted her leg and wrapped it around his calf. Her hands had in turn began to slide over his back and he could feel her nails digging in as he bent his head down and popped one more button open on her blouse and pulled down the bra there. Her breasts weren’t big but they were a great deal for him right now he thought as he flicked his tongue against the nipple. 

“Oh my god, what are you doing to me . . . ” Christy whispered in a soft mewls. 

“Just what you want me to do girl,” Chad growled into her ear before he slipped his lips back to hers again. His hands quickly found the bottom of her skirt and deciding it was now or never he pressed her more firmly against the wall and slipped his fingers up the inside of her thigh until he found her panties. They were already soaked at the crotch and he pushed his fingers inside the material and ran his hand up and down her moist slit. 

“We have to stop this now Chad,” Christy said as she grabbed his arm, “we can’t do this because if we do there’s too much to lose for both of us.”

“I’m going to go tell my friends I’m leaving Christy, and then I’m going out front to get a cab home, if you change your mind you’ll know where to find me in about five minutes.”

Chad walked up to the dance floor and quickly located Amanda and her friends as he told her quickly that he was feeling a little too drunk to stay and that he didn’t want to end the fun she just grinned at him.

“Don’t be such a liar Chad. We all saw you with that hot little thing back there what are you doing taking her home?” she asked. 

“Well no actually she shot me down and I just don’t feel like sticking around tonight, it’s been fun though and we will do this again soon. I’ll call you tomorrow, I’m just going to go get a cab.”

“All right then, but I’ll call you when I leave here tonight and make sure you’re all right. If you want some food or something then I can hit one of the restaurants that are open late and we can pop in a movie.”

“Ok sweetie but if I don’t answer I’ll call you tomorrow, I’m pretty beat anyway.”

Amanda gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and patted his ass as he walked away. Chad wasn’t sure if Christy was leaving or not as well and decided not to look for her just to head out of the club and find a cab.

It took ten minutes to hail a cab but finally he got one and just as he slipped in the door opened again and Christy slid in beside him. Chad never balked at her as she slid her hand up his thigh, he just gave the driver his address and the leaned back in the seat. 

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Little Lies



My Jeep Cherokee hummed its way down the highway. Its complement of passengers all engaged in their own thoughts and pursuits. In the back, my two kids argued about which movie to watch on the rear entertainment screen. They knew. 

Beside me, my wife of the past 20 years, fretted and sulked like a child. She didn't have a clue. 

My wife, Joyce, is an average looking woman. She's no raving beauty, but she's also no troll. Her light brown hair curled gently around her face and set off her blue eyes well. Her legs, though a bit plump, had always been one of my favorite things about her. I preferred big legs on my women. 

To keep things in proportion, God had seen fit to give her a relatively big butt too. Another thing I really appreciated though she'd tried for years to exercise it away.

She was smaller on top. Though I didn't prefer that, I didn't mind it either. Call me a sucker but I loved everything about Joyce. I'd been smitten by her from the first time I saw her 21 years ago.

Even though I was barely twenty at the time and she was only 22, I knew that she was the woman I was going to marry and spend the rest of my life with.

I guess one out of two isn't terrible, but it's not great either. I did marry her, but this would be the last day we ever spent together. Like I said the kids knew, but Joyce didn't have a clue.

We were on our way to our favorite state park for a family picnic. A last day together before my son Brian left to begin his second year at college and my daughter headed for Europe as an exchange student for her junior year of high school. Only God knew what arrangements we'd make for where she'd stay next year.

I was supposedly leaving on business, first thing in the morning. But really I was just leaving.

In the back seat apparently the kids had selected a movie and quieted down as we got on the freeway for the nearly two hour drive to the park. Picnics in this park had always been Joyce's favorite thing to do. She loved getting us all together away from our busy household and just spending some time together in a more relaxed and natural setting.

In recent years I suspected that she loved the park even more because I wouldn't ever drive my prized Mustang to the park. First, because I didn't want to expose the low sitting car's under carriage to the dirt roads and possible rust and corrosion. And secondly, because the car's back seat was simply too small for either one of our kids to fit into.

Joyce had been jealous of the car since the day we bought it. At first she considered it to be my third child. Then she started complaining that it was more like my second wife. I often told her that I needed another wife because with all of her causes and charity events, she was rarely around.

I looked at her face across the front seat. She'd actually stopped fretting and seemed to be more relaxed as we left the city limits. I reached for the stereo knob and turned on the radio. A Fleetwood Mac song was playing. I couldn't tell at first which song it was, but I recognized the signature rhythm section at once. Mick Fleetwood's frenetic all inclusive drumming style locked to John Mcvie's rock solid bottom end bass.

Many years ago, I'd played guitar in a few heavy metal bands. Before taking up the guitar, I'd been forced to play classical piano by my parents. They felt that I needed the discipline and structure in my life.

Music became an important part of my life that would carry me through the years. Even now I couldn't begin to take the first step of my daily run without my iPod. The music I listened to often influenced both my mood and the decisions I made on mundane matters. But music also seemed to sometimes reflect things that I was feeling. In this case, the song was almost prophetic. 

The song "Little Lies," though not one of my favorites was eerily appropriate.

Joyce reached to adjust the station just as Christine Mcvie began to sing.

"If I could turn the page in time then I'd rearrange just a day or two," she sang.

"No, leave it on," I told Joyce.

"Close my, close my, close my eyes," sang Stevie Nicks and Lindsay Buckingham as back up singers.

"But I couldn't find a way. So I'll settle for one day to believe in you," sang Christine again echoing exactly our situation.

"Tell me, tell me, tell me lies" Oozed through the speakers so richly that they may as well have been sitting in the Jeep singing to us. In the rear view mirror, my daughter's eyes locked on mine. I could tell the significance and meaning of the song wasn't lost on her. As she turned back to her movie and Joyce looked out the window at the scenery, I thought about what the words of the song meant to me; to us.

I had always loved Joyce with all of my heart. She'd never been a raving beauty, even when we first met. I'd been attracted to her personality and upbeat attitude as much as anything else. Our shared experiences had brought us so close I'd thought that there was literally no one else on earth I'd ever considered being with.

All the way up until 2 weeks ago when I discovered that Joyce was cheating on me. 

As Christine sang about rearranging a day or two I totally agreed with her. If I could turn that same page in time, the two days I'd change would have been the day Joyce met Matt Blake and maybe the first time she'd fucked him. But like in the song, I couldn't find a way, so I'm giving Joyce, one day. One last day with the family she claims to love. One more day with the husband she's betraying.

I'm giving her one idyllic last picture of perfection. A fun family picnic in her favorite place, before circumstances destroy everything we've built together over twenty fucking years and I move on with my life.

She reaches over and takes my hand as I drive. "I love you Bill," she says smiling. "I guess some times I lose track of that, but never doubt it for an instant."

Behind us my daughter snorts derisively. I'm not sure if it's a reaction to something in the movie she's watching, or to her mother's words. I find myself thinking, "Holy shit, talk about sweet little lies."

"I guess it's because you guys are always so busy with school and work and other activities. I get stuck at home and it seems like I don't have a life. That's why my groups and charities are so important to me," said Joyce.

"Jeezus Mother, why didn't you just get a dog?" asked my daughter from the back.

I didn't even think about it. I was running my mind over how Stevie Nicks' voice could still send chills up my spine after all of this time. Stevie was still hot too, and she had to be at least 50.

"You understand, don't you Bill?" asked Joyce. "Sometimes you see a situation and you realize that you just can't sit by and watch. You have to do something to end it."

"Oh he understands that, way more than you think he does," said my daughter Jessica.

"No arguing today, Jess," I said. "No unhappiness, no feuds. Let's just all spend today together as a family and let all of the unhappiness not touch it. Tomorrow we'll all be off to other things."

Joyce nodded and smiled. My eyes locked with Jessica's in the mirror and she bit her lip and said, "Okay."

Joyce squeezed my hand again and laid her head on my shoulder. She reached up to kiss me and at that instant I turned my head to read a sign we'd just passed. It was very smoothly done and I don't think that Joyce realized that I'd purposefully avoided her kiss. A series of tee-hees and giggles from the back seat let me know that my daughter hadn't missed it though.

I had to work on my acting skill. For the remainder of the day I had to pretend to be the dutiful, loving husband I'd always been. If I couldn't pull it off, my last gift to Joyce would be ruined.

As we ate away at the distance I found myself wondering why she did it. Had she just fallen out of love with me, or had she just never felt the way about me that I'd felt about her? Maybe it was like she said, we all had things to do that occupied our time, and she didn't.

But that was her decision. She was the one who'd decided that the rat race wasn't for her. She wanted to be a housewife and stay at home mom. Joyce had picked the home we bought, the cars we drove and the schools the kids attended. She was the one who decided when we went on vacation and where we went.

Everything we did had her stamp on it. If she'd ever been unhappy or bored, she could have said something. I wondered also what Matt Blake had to offer that was worth more to her than our marriage? Was it that he was younger? You really couldn't tell that he was younger than us though, with his receding hairline. And shit he was thirty five, I was forty, he wasn't that much younger.

I wasn't an Olympic caliber athlete but I'd kept myself in pretty good shape. Matt was kind of doughy. So maybe it wasn't an appearance kind of thing. Maybe like in those online divorce stories, Matt has a foot long dick that's four inches in diameter. He probably fucks her until she can't walk and leaves her begging for more. I smiled thinking about that, because I knew that wasn't true. I'd seen them together and still couldn't figure it out.

I was just lucky that after I suspected her and got the confirmation from the investigators that I had gotten a DNA test done. My kids actually are MY kids, though most people could tell that by looking at them.

Brian is totally me when I was his age. He's already met the girl he thinks he'll grow old with. Maggie Chu is a very petite Asian woman he met at school. I wonder if he trusts her as much as he did before we all sat down and talked about his mother. Brian isn't as good of an actor as Jessica and I are. He loves his mother very much but he's really upset with her. For the present he can't bring himself to even talk to her.

Jessica on the other hand is so pissed at her mom that she is dying to have it out with her. Jess is my biggest worry today. Though she's promised not to do anything to give it away, I have my doubts that she'll make it through the entire picnic without starting a shit-storm. 

The scary thing is that Jess doesn't leave until after I do, tomorrow. I have a feeling that things will be interesting after I leave. Jess has no respect left for her mother. She's already told me that when she comes home from Paris next spring she wants to stay with me. I've let her know that she's always welcome, but she'll only be seventeen, so more than likely the judge will make that decision during the divorce.

Divorce, even the word hurts. It's funny how seven letters arranged in a particular order can bring your whole world tumbling down and make you hurt more deeply and longer than any physical blow.

As we drive into the park, I stop at a booth and pay the entry fee. "Maybe we should get one of those license plates that would give us access to the park without paying," says Joyce.

"With the kids away I didn't think we'd come here very much," I answer.

"This is one of our favorite places," says Joyce. "We'll come here whenever we can just as we always have."

"Just the two of us?" I said skeptically.

"Of course," she smiles. "Can't think of anyone I'd rather come here with."

Even as the words drip from her lying lips, I can hear Stevie Nicks' beautiful deep sexy voice singing, "Tell me lie-i-ies."

A few minutes later we were all engaged in unloading food, blankets and other things we'd need during the day.

"Jess, don't put the blanket too close to the grill," I yelled.

"Okay dadeee," she answered cheerfully. "I only had it that close for mom. She said she was cold."

"No Honey, I didn't," said Joyce. "You must be remembering another time that we were here."

By this time Jessica was near me and only I heard what she said.

"More like I was getting you used to the weather in hell, you whore," said Jessica under her breath. I turned and looked at her. For the first time I began to see what this breakup was doing to my kids. I knew that I'd been devastated, but the kids were suffering too. 

Brian had Maggie to talk to about it and lean on emotionally. On the other hand Joyce's actions had also put a strain on their relationship too. He'd begun to trust her less and he'd also become much more suspicious of her goings and comings as well.

Then there was Jess. My little angel was obviously suffering from some anger issues. I was going to have to get together with her program director and arrange for her to see a therapist, and also stay in much closer contact with her myself. Also as soon as possible, I'd have to move out of the apartment I was planning to rent and into a house.

"Dad, are you ready to go over to the lake and see which one of us can throw a rock the farthest?" asked Brian. It was a family tradition. He used to win every year until he turned sixteen and I stopped letting him. For the past few years he'd inched ever closer to equaling my throws. Who knows maybe this would be the year he actually beat me. God knows that my heart wasn't in it.

"Later Champ," I said. "Let's get the grill lit and some food on first." He smiled and nodded. Then he pulled out his ever present phone and tried to call Maggie.

"Dad, there's no service here," he spat angrily.

I just laughed.

"Brian, race you to the lake," yelled Jessica as she took off before her brother even realized that they were racing.

That just left me to the moment I'd been dreading since the day began. Joyce had laid down a blanket on the grass and gestured for me to come over to her and sit down.

"I have to start the grill Honey," I said. "But save me a spot close to you. I've been looking forward to that all day," I said. Ooh shit my acting skills were getting better. Joyce wasn't the only one who could tell sweet little lies.

What occurred next though extremely childish was one of my greatest performances ever. Joyce blew me a kiss. I caught it in my left hand and spun around. When I came out of the spin I had my right hand up as if I'd caught it there and put it gently on my face. Un-noticed I threw the hand that actually caught the pretend kiss towards the ground as if I was throwing the kiss away, then stepped on it.

Joyce didn't notice the deception and smiled. "I wonder what you'd do with a real kiss?" she smiled.

"We'll find out later," I said. God Damn, these little lies were becoming contagious.

"I'm going to go out and find some wildflowers," she smiled. "Have something cooking for me when I get back. And if you see Jess send her my way, she loves to pick flowers too." I nodded as she started to walk away. Then she turned back at the last second.

"Bill, I'm really glad you insisted that I come today. There's nowhere I'd rather be right now. We have to spend more time together. We all get so busy doing things that aren't really nearly as important as spending time together. Maybe we've begun to take each other for granted because we've always been together and we know that we always will be. But from now on I want us to make it a point to do things together like we used to." Then she walked off smiling, in search of her flowers.

That was the sweetest little lie I'd ever heard. As the tear rolled down my cheek and I remembered how much I loved her, I couldn't help but think that if I hadn't forced her to come today, she'd probably be fucking Matt by now.

I got the charcoal out and put it into one of the built in grills that the park supplied. I saturated the coals with lighter fluid, because everyone knows that match light stuff just doesn't work. The repetitive nature of the tasks that I'd done literally hundreds of times allowed my mind to wander again.

I can still remember the way I cried after watching the DVD the investigators had given me. I'd watched it alone in my home office while Joyce was at one of her "Charity Meetings."

It showed that bastard Matt coming over to our house to see Joyce a few days before, when neither the kids nor I was there. Apparently charity began at home. Joyce smiled as she looked around to make sure that no one was watching and practically dragged him inside. The scene then shifted as they were picked up by one of the cameras planted in my living room.

They were sitting on my sofa having coffee but I could feel the tension between them even though I was only watching them on video. They talked about so many inane and mundane things that I wondered why the bastard put up with it. Finally it was Joyce whose hormones got the ball rolling. Yet another reason why there could be no forgiveness.

She asked him pointedly if he thought that her legs were too thick. She told him that her husband loved her legs but she thought they were old and fat. He told her that he couldn't tell from the parts that he was seeing. So naturally Joyce took that as her cue to raise her skirt up higher.

"Well the parts that I can see don't look bad," said Matt, his voice thick with lust, "but it's hard to make a decision based on partial information."

"I guess you want to see all the way up then," said Joyce smiling back at him. I could tell by the look on her face what she'd do next. I recognized that look as the same one she gave me when she was really horny.

Joyce pulled her skirt all the way up and revealed that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Oh God," said Matt looking at her hairy bush.

"Come and get it," said Joyce. She leaned back on the sofa and spread her legs. Within seconds Matt was shedding his clothes and on her.

If I'd been expecting to see something out of this world or extremely kinky like in the porno movies, I was disappointed. From the angle of the cameras I couldn't see how well endowed Matt was but their movements didn't inspire lust.

It looked awkward and silly, like two people, both gifted with two left feet trying to dance. Seeing Matt's boney ass thrusting between Joyce's flabby thighs was simply hilarious. They couldn't seem to get to a rhythm and their moaning and groaning just seemed comical. I wonder whether lost in the throes of passion they realized how ridiculous their coupling looked?

I wonder if Matt realized what his actions would cost him. I was sure he had no idea of the hell his life would become within twenty four hours. And my beloved Joyce, I truly hoped that she'd end up happy in her new life. I'd decided to be a complete gentleman about all of this. I was going to be modern about it all. No caveman tactics here, after all the better man won, as he should. I'd simply assure that my children were taken care of and bow out.

My lawyers would deliver to Joyce my proposal for the divorce and settlement. There would be no negotiations. She either took what I offered, or she got nothing. I was actually offering her very little anyway, but if we went the divorce route, her name would be dragged through the mud in an extremely vicious way. I'd scorch the earth and her reputation in our town would be destroyed.

Neither the kids nor I'd be affected because Brian would be back in school halfway across the country and Jessica would be in Paris. By the time the mud-slinging was done Joyce wouldn't be accepted on any of her committees or charities, or anywhere else in town. She'd have to move away just to get a moment's peace.

The easiest thing for her to do would be to accept my terms and move on with her life as I was accepting her choice and moving on with mine. As I sat there in my den that day watching the two lovebirds engaged in their clumsy act of copulation I was so focused on the screen that I didn't notice my daughter come up behind me until it was too late.

She wiped away my tears and said, "So now you know."

I only looked at her and nodded my head. "I wanted to tell you Daddy, but I just couldn't find a way to do it without hurting you."

"How long have you known about this?" I asked.

"Since the beginning," said Jess. "They've been flirting for months but this has only been going on for about two weeks. As near as I can tell, they've only done it twice. I heard Mom telling her friend Susan that she was going to end it. So at least it'll be over soon."




Little Lies



"Too late," I said. "From the second it started things were never going to be the same."

"Can't you forgive her, Daddy," asked Jessica. 

"I'm sorry angel," I said. "I'm simply not the forgiving type."

"Good," she smiled. "Because I'm not going to forgive her either."

"Jessica we have to do this in a very calm and dignified way. So until I know what I have to do, please don't say anything to anyone and try not to treat your mother any differently."

"A penny for your thoughts," asked Joyce from behind me. I'd been so busy thinking that I hadn't heard her come up from behind me.

"Maybe you'd better not light that yet," she said as she noticed how much lighter fluid I'd put on the coals. Luckily I'd brought a second bag. I quickly scooped the oversaturated coals out of the pit and back into the first bag. I'd dump it in the lake a few times before throwing it away to make sure that it didn't accidentally start a fire.

I put the second bag of charcoal into the grill and just barely applied fluid to them and then lit it with a lighter I'd bought at the same time.

"Come and sit down with me on the blanket, while we wait for the fire to die down." smiled Joyce.

I sat beside her and she took her hand in mine. "Bill, I had a thought on the way down here," she said. "I know that we've never talked about this before but we're about to start a new chapter in our lives together. We've had a great life so far and I'm looking forward to the next leg of it, but I'm not sure this one is over yet."

I looked at her as if I really didn't understand her point. In actuality I just wanted to get as far away from her as I could. I probably shouldn't have been thinking about the way I felt while I watched her fuck Matt on that video. It was making me want to throw up as I looked at her.

"Okay, Honey, I can see that you're confused," she said. "Being here with the people I love most has made me see things a bit differently. And actually something Jess said started me thinking. Our kids are grown and leaving the nest, so I'd been feeling kind of old and unattractive and useless. I guess I wanted to charge my life back up..."

I was shocked. I couldn't believe it. This bitch was getting ready to come clean and admit that she'd been having an affair. I'd never heard of that happening before. What about my plans now? What about my revenge? Shit this just fucked everything up.

"...So, I joined all of those stupid committees thinking that the way to make me feel better about myself could come from outside of the family. All it did was to pull us farther apart, whether you know it or not, we've all become more distant from each other over the past few weeks."

"Hmmm," I said, as if I was actually thinking about the shit she was spewing. Come on get to the part where you started fucking the balding thirty five year old bag boy from the supermarket who still lives in his mother's basement, I thought.

"Do you realize that it's been two weeks since we had sex?" she asked looking at me for my reaction.

"Hell yeah," I thought. "Why the fuck would I ever touch you again after seeing you with Matt?"

"No, Sweetheart, I didn't" I said reaching into my own bag of little lies.

"Well I know that you've been looking forward to a time when it's just the two of us and we can run around the house naked," she said.

That was the furthest fucking thing in my mind, believe me.

"You're always telling me how you'd burn all of my clothes and I'd always be naked so you could just fuck me whenever you felt like it," she smiled. "But I think part of that, is going to have to wait."

"All of that, is going to have to wait until hell freezes over," I thought.

"We aren't old enough to really retire yet, Bill," she smiled. "I love you and I want us to have another baby."

Suddenly I couldn't breathe. I was choking and coughing. Joyce started patting me on my back to help dislodge whatever had gone down the wrong pipe.

All sorts of things went through my mind at that time. Maybe she was already pregnant with Mat's kid and wanted to palm it off on me. I discarded that one because it was too soon to tell. Maybe she wanted to get pregnant with Matt's kid and then palm it off on me. Maybe it was guilt and she was trying to jumpstart our sex life that she had unknowingly fucked up. I didn't know. I didn't care. All I wanted to do was give her this last day together and then get free.

Surprisingly Christine Mcvie saved me again. I thought back to the song and had my answer.

The second verse of the song goes, "Although I'm not making plans, I hope that you'll understand there's a reason why."

"Joyce, let's not make any plans right now. I hope you can understand there's a reason why, I just don't want to plan anything out just yet," I said echoing the songs sentiments.

"Ooh, you want me all to yourself for a while," she smiled. "That's so selfish. Have you been thinking nasty thoughts about what we're going to be doing with the kids out of the house?"

I just nodded my head and smiled. But I was thinking that all of my nasty thoughts involved two pikes mounted in my back yard, with her and Matt's severed heads facing each other as they rotted away.

I couldn't believe that my anger at her actions had driven me to thoughts of violence.

As the song said, "We're better off apart, let's give it a try."

Joyce seemed to only bring out the worst in me lately. She placed my hand over her heart and then pulled it down onto one of her breasts. The nipple hardened immediately under my palm and she pulled me on top of her. As if on cue Jessica appeared. 

"Are we going to put any food on that grill or not?" she asked. "Daddy, is my stomach going to have to be a victim of your hormones all day?"

I nodded a thank you to her for her assistance and headed for the grill.

I put hot dogs, hamburger patties a few steaks and a couple of chicken breasts on the large grill. I also put a couple of pieces of salmon wrapped in aluminum foil on.

"Okay maybe I can see why you'd want it to be just the two of us for a while," said Joyce sneaking up behind me again.

"Dad, the lake awaits," called Brian. I shrugged my shoulders and headed off after him, with Jessica tagging along as the official judge.

Brian threw his first rock almost to the edge of the log that some kids had towed out and anchored in the middle of the lake. It was a good throw and he smiled about it. "Beat that Dad," he smiled.

I picked up a rock and for some reason I was still thinking about Matt's receding hairline and sallow complexion. As I let the rock fly I imagined slamming my fist right between that bastard's eyes.

"Whoa Dad," yelled Brian. "Where did that come from? Your rock flew clean over the log. You threw it more than halfway across the lake." Both he and Jessica were staring at me in shock.

"Let's go eat," I said, trying to muster some kind of enthusiasm. "We probably shouldn't leave your mom alone for too long."

"Right, we might end up catching her fucking a park ranger," smirked Jessica. I was alarmed again, but Brian just laughed.

"Can you imagine it," he said. "They'd get to moving around so much that the friction would cause a forest fire. Then Smokey the bear would come out with a new line of lubricated anti friction condoms and beg people to wear them when they did it in the woods."

"Only you can prevent forest fires," said Jessica in a deep voice like the bear from the commercials.

We got back to camp to find that only the hot dogs were done, so that's what we ate. After lunch, Brian decided that he was so stuffed that he just wanted to take a nap in the jeep. Joyce wanted to show Jessica where all of the wildflowers were growing.

Jessica asked me to go on a hike instead. Joyce had never been much for hiking so she went to pick her flowers.

During our walk I tried to explain to Jess that what was going on with Joyce and I had nothing to do with her. I told her that we were both always going to be her parents and both of us loved her.

I also tried to explain to her that in the days to come her mother would need her for support because it would probably be hard on her when she realized that I was gone.

"Why should I help the whore who tore our family apart?" asked Jessica.

Truthfully I had no answer so I just said, "Because she's your mother and you love her."

"Dad, men don't notice things," said Jess. "If it's not right in their faces they never notice anything unless it's about work, football or cars. But girls and women do. We pick up on very subtle clues that men would miss. Probably half of the girls that I know are aware that my mom is fucking a bag boy. It's embarrassing."

I stopped walking and just looked at her.

"I love you Daddy," she said. "In the spring when I come home from school, and on my Christmas Break, I'm coming to stay with you."

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly. We did a lot of family oriented games. We played catch with a Frisbee. We stared at the clouds to see what they were shaped like. We ate a lot and all of us even went out with Joyce to see her beloved wildflowers. As we headed back to the camp to eat dinner, exhausted after our flower hunt, my son almost inadvertently ruined it himself.

"It's hard to believe we're never going to do this again," said Brian.

"Of course we will," said Joyce as Brian, Jess and I stared in shock.

"But I meant..." started Brian trying to clean up his statement.

"I know what you meant Honey," said Joyce. "Maybe next time you'll bring Maggie with you. And maybe the time after that Jessica will bring someone too. Then maybe you and Maggie will bring my first grandchild, but we'll always come here. It's a family tradition. The family will just be getting bigger that's all," she said elbowing me.

"So maybe that will make it even better." Brian smiled and nodded. I could tell he was relieved that he hadn't let the cat out of the bag. Joyce leaned over to kiss me and didn't see the angry look that Jessica gave her big brother.

I've lost track of how many times I've kissed Joyce over our years together. But there was just something different about this kiss. It was as if some of the sadness in Brian's words had caused her to try to put more into it than she ever had, as if she thought that somehow our entire relationship hinged on that single kiss. 

"Have you given my proposal any thought?" she asked. The look in her eyes was so hopeful that I almost forgot how pissed at her I was. It's been said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. At that moment when I looked into Joyce's eyes I could see the love in them.

For a half of a heartbeat, I thought about fucking Joyce one last time. Who knows, maybe she might've gotten her wish. But then I realized that if she did get pregnant, I could never walk away from my child. Besides I hated the thought of her bringing up one of my fucking kids in Matt's mother's basement.

It was beginning to get dark as we loaded the jeep up. We were all yawning as we started the long trip back home. The trip back would take even longer since we had to drop Brian off at the airport. He'd gotten a redeye flight back to college so he'd have an extra day with Maggie before classes began. Maggie had gotten back to school this afternoon and I don't think she knew he was coming.

I think Brian wanted to show up at their apartment in the middle of the night to check up on her. To see if she was even there and if she was there, to see if she was alone. God Damn Joyce for fucking with our kids' lives with her cheating. She'd damaged countless lives because of her insecurity and boredom. None of us would ever be the same. The whole family was both broken and damaged. I really hope Matt was worth it.

"Are you okay to drive sweetie?" she asked.

"I'm fine," I said. "I have a lot to think about."

"Oh?" she said. "Have we come to a decision?"

I was actually thinking about other things, but I decided that one more sweet little lie wouldn't hurt. I wanted to make her as happy as possible on this our last day together. The whole point of the day was to give both of us one glimpse of how perfect our life was supposed to be, one final snapshot of the love that had lasted for most of our adult lives. 

Like the song said, "I couldn't find a way, so I'll settle for ONE DAY, to believe in you."

It just seemed fitting that the final way to make her happy would be to let her think that she was getting what she wanted.

"I'm trying to figure out names," I whispered.

The look on her face was priceless. It was love and adoration and lust all rolled into one. It was the same look she'd always given me until two weeks ago when she started fucking Matt. Since then all I saw in her expression was guilt and questions.

"Are you going to fuck the shit out of me tonight, baby?" she whispered back. "Are you going to pound my pussy while I wrap my thick legs around you until you squirt your baby juice in me and give our bad assed kids another sister or brother?" She was lightly rubbing my dick even as she whispered.

"We'd probably better wait until I get back from my trip day after tomorrow," I said. "We don't want Jessica to hear us and it's going to be nasty."

As we drove towards home and our stop at the airport, I was confused. Joyce really did seem to be back to herself. Even the way she was holding my hand constantly, told me that no matter what had happened she still loved me. Maybe as she'd hinted this was just something that happened because she was bored and lonely and had lost track of what was important. 

Was this simply a forgivable mistake in an otherwise solid marriage that I was blowing way out of proportion, because of ego and insecurity? I really had to examine my feelings on the matter. As soon as I said that I knew that I was fucked up in the head. Men, at least most of us, don't operate on our feelings. Women do. Men react from our gut instinct and then we analyze the situation and follow logic. My gut instinct had been to gut Joyce like a fish and Matt along with her.

Analysis tells me that if Joyce pulled this shit once and got away with it, at some point later down the line she'd try it again. So both my gut instinct and logic had told me that it was time to move on despite what my heart was saying. I did not intend to spend the rest of my life at the mercy of her hormones. Life is too short not to have a good time.

At the airport Joyce and Jess were both asleep as I let Brian out. I slipped him some money even though we'd already given him a debit card to use for expenses and things. I hugged him one more time.

"Dad, don't forget as soon as you know which office you're going to transfer to, email me. Jess and I are both pulling for Hawaii. Oh, I'm bringing Maggie for Christmas. We're probably going to her parent's house for Thanksgiving. That should give you time to make the new place presentable," he said. "But let me know, Thanksgiving on the beach sounds cool.

"Brian, what if your mom and I are still together?" I asked.

He looked at me dubiously. "Then it'll probably be a pretty miserable Christmas, with you looking under the tree to see if she's getting presents from her boyfriend, or having to check the number of places around the table to make sure she didn't invite him. And the worst part will be constantly checking the chimney to make sure she's not trying to fuck Santa Claus. I love you Dad, just do what's right for you. We'll stand behind you no matter what that is." He rubbed Jessica's head and lightly kissed her.

"Don't tell her I did that," he smiled. Then he headed for the terminal, no longer just my son, but a man in his own right.

I got back into the car and headed for home. Joyce sleepily reached for my hand while Jess lightly snored in the back, even while asleep Joyce instinctively reached for me. "Love you Billy," she said. That only served to confuse me more.

The woman was telling me she loved me while she was asleep. Can you fake that? And another thing, the way she behaved when she was with Matt was nothing like the way she was with me. Was she faking it with him? Or had she been faking it with me for nearly twenty years? Was I really going to throw twenty years down the drain because she'd fucked some pathetic loser twice?

I'd also begun to doubt my plan. It seemed kind of cowardly to just leave without telling her why I was leaving her. When a dog fucked up you had to at least smack him with a newspaper to let him know that he shouldn't shit on the floor. Didn't Joyce, after twenty years, have a right to know why I was ending our marriage? Didn't she deserve a chance to respond?

I guess that was my mature side coming out. The best way to do this would be to make some coffee, invite Matt over and the three of us sit down and talk about this like reasonable adults. What the fuck was I thinking? I must have seen too fucking many of those Lifetime network movies.

That cunt had cheated on me. She didn't deserve shit.

"Wake me when we get to the airport so I can say goodbye to Brian," she mumbled.

"Uhm we left the airport twenty minutes ago," I said. "We'll be home in another 15 minutes."

Joyce's eyes popped open. "Brian is gone?" she asked. I nodded.

"But he didn't tell me goodbye or anything," she said. I could tell that she was hurt.

"He kissed me goodbye," said Jessica, purposefully twisting the knife. "It was hard to pretend to be asleep while your apelike brother is slobbering all over you. I guess that's the way they show you they love you though."

"Go back to sleep, Jess," I said. "Her smile at me in the rear view mirror told me that she'd already made the point she was going after.

"He knew that you were tired Honey," I directed at Joyce. "He wanted to let you sleep. He knows that you'll have even more work to do on your committees since you took a day off to be with us."

"I'm supposed to be with you guys," she said. "No more committees, no more charities, no more projects. Except for the one you and I are going to work on."

"Was that another little lie? Or was she telling the truth? I couldn't tell anymore. 

I pulled into our driveway and carried Jessica up to her room. "Love you Daddy," she mumbled. "Forever and ever."

"Love you too Angel," I said as I started to leave.

"Don't forget to call me when my plane lands so I can tell you how she took it," she snapped. Her eyes were fully open and she was alert. "And Dad, I'm living with you. In our state, kids over thirteen get to have some say in which parent they live with. I'm seventeen, so pick Hawaii because I look awesome in a bikini. Claudia and I get along great too." I wondered why she brought up Cludia.

"Jess if you're awake why did I have to carry you up the damned stairs?" I asked.

"Because today is about the last time we'll do certain things," she said quietly. "I remember when I was little and how safe I always felt when you'd carry me up those stairs and tuck me in. Neither you or I may ever set foot in this house again after tonight, so I wanted to feel that one more time too." I just nodded.

"Maybe it'll be at another house. Or maybe someday you'll watch me carry my granddaughter up the stairs in your house," I said.

"Yeah that'll be great Dad. You can do it while you're explaining to her why she doesn't have a grandmother," she said bitterly. 

"Who knows," I said. "Maybe we can still save this."

"No Dad," she said solemnly. "You can't. You're not that guy. And if you were, you wouldn't be the Dad I love and respect. It's time for a new start for you. With someone who really loves you. Maybe there's already someone waiting for you."

I went back down to the car where Joyce still sat snoring. I opened the door and lifted her from the seat too. Her arms went around my neck reflexively and I carried her up to our room. I put her down on the bed and began taking her clothes off.




Little Lies



I pulled the covers over her and kissed her one last time, as the day ended. "Love you, Billy," she said as I lay down beside her. True statement or sweet little lie? Somehow it didn't seem to matter anymore.

"Love you too Joyce," I replied as the last tear I'd ever cry for her rolled down my cheek.

I lay there in the bed we'd shared since the very beginning of our marriage. It was somehow fitting that this was where I'd be as I contemplated its end. Almost as if I was closing the circle.

All kinds of questions went through my mind as I tried to sleep. Was I thinking clearly? Should I try to fix things between us? Did I still love her enough to try? Had she ever fucked Matt in this bed?

The last one made me angry. Did she really prefer that doofus to me? Or was he just someone who was convenient when she needed a strange dick? I had worked my ass off all during our lives to give her the things she wanted and this was the way she repaid me.

Somehow, sometime during the night I fell asleep. My sleep wasn't restful. I kept having dreams of Joyce and Matt living in my house with my kids, while I was trapped in his mother's basement.

I showered and dressed before the sun came up and loaded my suitcase with all of my toiletries and personal items. I went silently down the hall and hugged my daughter goodbye.

"Love you Daddy," she said her eyes forcing themselves awake. "The adventure begins," she smiled. "See you in a couple of months or maybe sooner. Say hi to Claudia for me."

Jessica would be heading for the airport in about three hours herself. Then Joyce would be alone for the first time in her life. I hoped that after all was said and done that Matt made her happy. The surprises that I'd arranged for them would be the perfect tests for their love, I thought as I chuckled.

I got into my Mustang and looked back at the house once as I started the powerful motor. A part of me was sad. The end of my marriage represented a failure of sorts. On the other hand I was looking forward to what life would bring me in the future.

On the way to the airport I called the office. I was expecting to leave a message for my ex assistant Claudia, but I couldn't get her voicemail. I punched in the switchboard number. Surprisingly I still didn't get voicemail. I got a real live human voice. 

Ellen Magnuson our switchboard operator and receptionist answered, though why she'd be in the office at 6 in the morning shocked me.

"I'm here every morning at this time," she said.

"Ellen, I need to leave a message for Claudia Denton," I said.

"Claudia no longer works in this office," replied Ellen. "She transferred out yesterday."

"Where'd she transfer to?" I asked.

"I don't have that information," said Ellen.

I was surprised by that. Claudia had been almost like a second wife to me for the past 10 years. I'd hired her right out of college and she'd grown into the perfect assistant. I felt really bad that I'd treated her so shabbily. I guess I was more consumed with my split with Joyce than I'd realized. I'd give it a few days to find out where she landed and contact her then.

That settled I headed for the transport company I'd signed with. I had of course chosen the Honolulu office as my new workplace. Jessica had nothing to do with it, but I was glad that my daughter would be pleased with my selection.

I would drive my Mustang to the transport offices near the airport. They would truck the car to the coast and have it ferried over to the island for me. The car would arrive about a day after I did.

I took a shuttle bus from the transport office to the airport. I checked in and sat in the terminal while waiting for my flight. After about 15 minutes a woman sat down beside me. I didn't look up from my magazine to see her but she smelled great. Her perfume was very pleasant yet also familiar. 

Her legs were thin yet sculptured. They weren't Joyce's thick sexy legs, but I supposed that the majority of men on the planet would have preferred them. I kept looking up from the legs and found a nice trim waistline and larger breasts than Joyce would ever have, although on a smaller frame which made them seem even bigger.

"It's not polite to stare at a strange woman's breasts," she said. "Besides, aren't you married?"

"Used to be," I replied. "But now I'm open to new opportunities.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work, Claudia," I smiled. "You are the best assistant that anyone ever had."

"I know I am," she smiled. "But now I'm open to other opportunities."

"Claudia," you shouldn't have left the company just because I did," I began.

"I didn't leave the company," she said. "I'm just transferring to wherever you're working."

"How did you know when I was leaving or where I'm going to?" I asked.

"First I made all of your arrangements remember?" she smiled. "And secondly Jessica told me what's going on. She thinks that we might be good for each other and she didn't want you to go through this alone." I looked at her suspiciously but she just smiled.

"Bill, I've wanted to be more than your assistant for a very, very long time," she said. "Don't I deserve a chance too? I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm not even asking you to commit to me. Can we just take this one day at a time?"

I just smiled and held out my hand.

* * * Part 2 * * *

Joyce woke up after the phone rang for its fourth cycle. The voice mail would pick up on the third ring. Whoever was calling at this early hour of the morning wanted to talk to someone badly. She couldn't figure out why Bill hadn't answered the phone. He should be up; he had to go to the airport soon.

She'd been having a wonderful dream about all of the things she was going to do to Bill when he got home. She couldn't believe that she'd gotten away with her fling with Matt. Bill had never found out. She'd had everything. A husband who could provide for her and keep her in the style she deserved. And a younger man who worshipped the ground she pissed on at the same time. Life was good, too good.

"Hello," she snapped into the phone.

"Joyce, ish me Matt. Ah'm not gonna be able tuh make it tuhday. Mebbe not any day," he slurred into the phone. Shit he sounded as if he was drunk. Why the hell would he be drunk this early in the morning?

Shit, she may as well get this over with. Joyce had decided yesterday to end things with Matt. There was no future for her with him. She loved Bill with all of her heart. The picnic yesterday had made her see that. Now that they were going to have another baby, she no longer needed the distraction that the man provided. That was all he'd ever been. Just some sort of midlife crisis fling. Maybe sometime in the future she'd have another one. As long as she was careful, Bill would never catch on.

"I luv oo, Joyce," he said. It sounded like he was crying.

"Are you crying Matt?" she asked. Oh great, she thought. Just what I need, this bastard is trying to make it harder for me to break up with him. That really pisses me off. Some people are too fucking stupid to know when things are over. They fuck things up and then think they can hold onto you forever and things will always just go on because they want them to. He needs to get his head out of his ass and move on, it's over.

"Joyce it hurts so bad," he whined.

"What hurts Matt?" she asked out of pure politeness. "Are you ill, did you hurt yourself?" Joyce was glad that her husband wasn't some whiny little bastard like this. What had she ever seen in Matt? He wasn't good looking. He wasn't in good shape. He wasn't smart or successful. He had no career goals and he still lived with his mother for Christ's sake. He was also horrible in bed. She'd only picked him because she knew that no one would ever suspect her of doing anything with him. And he was no threat to Bill in any way. She'd always thought she could train him to please her sexually, but she'd realized before things really got started that she loved her husband too much to cheat on him. The first time they got together, she'd only given Matt a blowjob. And the second time had been the last. The sex was awkward and unfulfilling. 

Her plan for yesterday had been to spend the day teaching him how to make love to her the way she needed it. The way her husband did. Bill's dick was bigger but size wasn't everything and Matt was willing.

"Joyce, we're in trouble babe," he slurred. "I love you so much, but I can't take it. This isn't worth it. My mom is going to kill me."

"Matt," said Joyce calmly though she was disgusted that a man who was over thirty five years old was still afraid of his mother. "You know that love was never a part of our equation. You and I are only about sex."

"Joyce, stop lying," cried Matt. "I know you feel it too, when we're together. But it's still not worth it."

"What the fuck are you talking about you simpleton?" asked Joyce, losing her patience.

"I went to work this morning for the early shift at the supermarket. I figured I could pick up an extra ten by helping them to unload the trucks," said Matt. "I wanted that ten dollars to buy you a present, to show you how much I love you Joyce. But when I got to the store they sent me into the manager's office," said Matt sniffling.

"He told me that they have a policy against employees fraternizing with the customers; especially married customers and that they had to fire me to prevent a lawsuit. I lost my job Joyce. I've worked there since high-school and they fired me just like that." He started sniffling again.

"When I got on my bicycle to ride home, I started wondering whether or not someone had found out about us and was trying to make trouble for us. I had just ridden past the alley behind the store and was starting to peddle really fast, when out of nowhere a big teenager stepped out of the alley and slapped me so hard that I fell off my bike.

When I got up he was gone and so was my bike. I started walking home but before I got very far, two big guys jumped me. They beat me up, really bad. The whole time they were beating me they kept saying that I should have been smarter than to fuck around with a married woman. I woke up in the hospital and my mom was here. She told me to call you and tell you to stay away from me Joyce, but I'll always love you." 

The phone clicked and Joyce didn't hear anything except the dial tone. She didn't know whether to laugh out of relief, or cry because she felt so bad about what had happened to poor Matt.

She was sure that Matt's mother was behind all of it. It was probably the woman's version of tough love. She'd found out that Joyce was married and decided to dissuade her son by having him fired, getting his bike stolen and getting his ass beat.  

It was sort of an adult version of a child's punishment. Instead of making him quit the baseball team, she'd gotten him fired from the supermarket. Instead of taking his bike away, she'd had it stolen. And since he was too old for her to spank him, she'd gotten some thugs to beat his ass.

Maybe it was for the best. Since she was in love with the only man who really mattered, there was no room for Matt in her life anyway.

She decided to go and make breakfast. Maybe she'd drive Jessica to the airport herself. Jess wanted to prove that she was all grown up by taking a taxi, but they needed some bonding time. Joyce had felt a bit of tension between herself and her daughter at the picnic the previous day and wanted to resolve it. Until very recently they'd been a close family. But now something seemed to be driving them apart. 

At least things were going better with Bill. Yesterday had been a perfect day. She'd done everything she could to remind him that she loved him with all of her heart after a couple of weeks of flirting with a full grown adolescent. She was sure he believed in her again.

Just as Joyce got to the kitchen, she noticed a big envelope on the kitchen table. Just as she started to open it she heard a car horn outside of the house. She looked through the window and saw a taxi waiting.

Joyce opened the envelope as she heard footsteps from upstairs. Jessica came down the stairs as Joyce read the note inside the envelope. "Push Play on the DVD player, then read page 2" was all it said.

Joyce pushed play then watched horrified, as her last liaison with Matt played out on the big-screen television in the living room.

Jessica walked past Joyce and said, "Goodbye, mother. I hope you enjoyed your last day with Daddy yesterday. He wanted it to be a perfect memory for you, but you'll never see him or hopefully me again."

Joyce looked back at the note from the envelope. She'd originally thought that Matt's mother had sent the envelope, but as she read further her worst fears were realized.

"Goodbye Joyce, I hope Matt was worth your husband, your marriage and your family. I loved you with all of my heart and was devastated when I found out about your betrayal. In a few minutes a man will come with divorce papers for you..."

Joyce cried out loud as she read that part, then she continued reading.

"The settlement needs to be signed as soon as you receive it. If you sign it, we'll have an uncontested divorce citing irreconcilable differences. My attorney will contact you to discuss custody of Jess for the six months before she turns 18. You will receive 25% of all of our assets including the house which I've put up for sale. You have only thirty days to find somewhere to live. I truly hope that Matt can make room for you in the basement. If you don't sign it, I'll destroy you. Your reputation in our town will be dragged so far through the mud that you won't be able to live here anymore.

The money is generous when you consider that we had a great life and you destroyed it for reasons that still mystify me. I have no wish to ever see you, hear from you or speak to you so I guess I'll never know why you did it. And truthfully it doesn't matter to me anyway.

Yesterday meant a lot to me and I was very conflicted. I thought long and hard about whether or not we could get through this. I guess in my mind I could probably get past the sex. I also have never stopped loving you Joyce and I do to this day. 

But I could never forget what you did to us Joyce, and I could never trust you again. I couldn't go through the rest of our lives wondering every time you said you had a meeting to go to or went shopping, if you were meeting someone else. You did that to me many times didn't you Joyce. You'd say I have to go to a meeting, and you'd go out to be with Matt. Sure you didn't have sex with him until recently, but you still looked me in the eye, kissed me on the cheek and told me lies.

In the end, it wasn't a lack of love, or my inability to forgive you that doomed us Joyce, it was the lies. All of those Sweet Little Lies."

Joyce died inside after reading the letter. She'd never expected or wanted any of this. Her only reason for even beginning the affair had been boredom. All her life all she'd wanted to be was a wife and mother. When she met Bill in college her dreams had come true. The problem was that as she aged, it just seemed that life had passed her by.

The past few years had been especially bad. Her kids were nearly grown; actually Brian was a grown man and Jessica so close to it that it didn't matter. They no longer needed her. Bill had his career, and though he'd made choices that limited his travel for work so he'd be with his family most of the time, he was out of the house every week day as well.

When he was at work he even had that bitch, Claudia to look after him. That woman was so efficient that Joyce never needed to help Bill with anything even mildly related to work. After the first couple of years that Claudia had worked for Bill, Joyce had become so jealous of the woman that she'd stopped inviting her to any parties or social events they had. And the fact that she was younger and prettier didn't help.

One of the things that pissed Joyce off the most had been when she went to one of the dinners the company had held and heard someone asking if Bill and Claudia were married.

"They certainly look good together," someone said. "And they work well together and get along great too," someone else had thrown in.

Joyce started wondering whether or not her husband was having an affair with Claudia. From looking at the way the woman looked at Bill, Joyce was sure that given an opportunity, she'd leap at the chance to be with Bill.

Joyce had hired a private investigator to see what was going on. After 3 months and a ridiculous amount of money for services, including 24 hour shadowing of both Bill and Claudia. The firm had come to the conclusion that Bill and Claudia were simply friends and colleagues. There was absolutely nothing untoward going on between them.

Joyce didn't know whether to be glad or pissed. She'd wasted most of the money her dad had left her when he died finding out that her husband was faithful to her. What bothered Joyce the most about it was the fact that she'd known all along that Bill would never cheat on her. He loved her and their kids to much to jeopardize their family.

But sometimes she wondered why he loved her so much. Joyce was a smart woman most of the time and she knew that she wasn't what men typically dreamed about. Her breasts were average at best and small compared to rest of her body. Her ass was a bit big and her legs were so thick that she had to have her boots custom made. But Bill seemed to love those traits about her.

He was always whispering in her ears how he wanted her to wrap those thick legs around his waist and squeeze him while he fucked her. And fuck her he did, every chance he got. There was almost never a time when he wasn't after her. That is until about two weeks ago.

Joyce suddenly realized that she hadn't gotten away with shit. Bill had been on to her affair nearly from the beginning and she'd been too stupid to see it. She didn't know what to do. She heard a car door slamming from outside. She looked outside and saw the Taxi driver had just closed the trunk after loading her daughter's suitcases. 

If anyone would know where Bill was going and how to reach him it would be Jessica. Jessica and her father had always been close. Bill loved his son, but he worshipped his daughter and the feeling was mutual. Maybe that was the reason that Jessica had been snipping at Joyce so much lately too. The girl had clearly known that Joyce was betraying her father and the cold shoulder and sarcastic comments were her way of trying to let Joyce know it.

"Jessica, wait," screamed Joyce, at her daughter who was just getting into the cab. Jessica turned and faced her mother and then simply held up one finger, the middle one on her right hand. Then she got into the cab and closed the door. The cab driver began to drive away with Joyce chasing the cab down her street wearing only her robe. She stepped on a sharp rock and cut her foot.

She limped back towards her house. She'd almost made it back to her driveway when she heard a shrill whistle from one of the other houses on the block. The creepy old man who lived across the street from them was whistling at her and waving. She was too upset to be embarrassed so she ignored him. She limped up to her front door and found that it had locked itself as it closed.

She was trapped outside nearly naked. She wanted to cry. Her whole world was falling apart around her. She sat down on the steps and tried to figure out what to do. She couldn't call Bill to come home and let her in. He was out of town on business. Suddenly she wondered if there was any business. Maybe he'd just left her. Maybe he hadn't left town at all, he'd just left his cheating wife.

She also couldn't call either one of her kids. Brian had flown back to school last night. Something was clear about that now as well. Brian had taken the time to kiss his sister goodbye at the airport even though she'd been asleep at the time. But he hadn't bothered to do the same thing for his mother. Her son probably knew what she'd done and was angry as well.




Little Lies



There was a tickling feeling in the back of Joyce's skull. As she looked down at herself, she realized that she was sitting with her legs apart. She saw a glint from inside the house across the street. She remembered that the old pervert over there the one who'd whistled before had a telescope in his living room. He was probably getting his jollies off right now, staring at her private parts.

She slammed her legs together and stood up. She had a thought. Maybe the door to the back of the house was open. She'd have to climb over her six foot privacy fence to get there though. Joyce pulled her robe closer around her. She reached up to grab the top of the fence and pull herself up. Her arms weren't strong enough to lift her weight. She pulled the big plastic trashcan over to the fence and tried to climb on top of it to help her get to the top of the fence.

She was almost tall enough. As soon as she shifted her weight though the top of the plastic can gave way. Joyce took the top off of the can and flipped it over. It was a few inches shorter but still close to giving her the height she needed. She lifted one of her legs up and got it over the top of the fence.

"Good God, look at that fat ass," she heard from behind her. Joyce turned her head and saw the old man sitting on the curb watching her through a video camera. She was too far along to turn back now. 

She got her leg completely over the top of the fence and over to the other side. Then she dropped down heavily onto the ground back there. She stepped up onto her deck and grabbed the handle of her sliding patio door. She could see inside the house that the main door was open. As she tried to slide the screen door it wouldn't budge. Joyce tried to kick through the screen but her foot was already cut and she didn't want to damage her own property unless she absolutely had to.

Pissed off and defeated she decided to call a locksmith from one of the neighbors houses. At least she didn't have to climb back over the fence. There was a gate on the other side of the house, but it only opened from the inside of the yard. Joyce went back to the front of the house and looked around wondering which of her neighbors might be up.

The old guy was still sitting on his curb video-taping her.

"Doesn't Bill make you shave that thing?" asked the old pervert.

"I could use your help," said Joyce closing her robe. "Could I possibly use your phone? I would appreciate it and seeing as how you've gotten your cheap thrill looking at my body parts, I think you owe me that much at least."

The old man got up and headed towards his house. Joyce followed him. She was still looking warily around to see who might be watching her.

"The phone is over there," said the old man. Joyce found the phone book under the table that the phone rested on. She picked it up and opened it.

The old man closed the book. Joyce looked at him in surprise. "What..." she began.

"You said that using the phone was in exchange for me getting to look at your body parts outside, right?" he asked. 

Joyce nodded her head. Wondering what the old man was thinking.

"Well you can use the phone, but the phone book is extra," he smiled.

"How am I supposed to find a locksmith without the phone book?" asked Joyce.

"Not my problem," said the old man. "A deal's a deal."

"What do you want?" asked Joyce exasperatedly.

"Lose the robe," he smirked.

Joyce started crying and just let her robe fall. The old man removed his grimy hand from the phone book and Joyce started looking through the listings for locksmiths. She found one who was open very early in the morning and started to dial the phone, when the old man disconnected her.

"Why'd you do that?" Joyce yelled through her tears. "You've already laughed at me and made rude comments about my body. You've humiliated me in your home in exchange for what most would consider common courtesy. Just what the fuck do you want now?"

"I'm sorry," said the old man. "You probably wouldn't understand this but having you come over here is probably going to be the highlight of my summer. I don't get to see naked women very often unless it's on TV or porno and that gets old fast.

Believe it or not I used to be married. I had a good marriage too until I lied to her and cheated on her. I fucked my secretary. I loved my wife, but she was kind of plain. I got a new secretary, a hot young thing who couldn't type worth shit and screwed up my filing system. I was going to let her go but she gave me a blow job under my desk. Later that day, I fucked her on my desk too. I was higher than cloud nine but when I looked back on it later, I realized that I was the only one who got anything out of it and it really hadn't been that great.

The girl had really just laid there with her legs spread and let me fuck her. Unlike my wife she didn't participate and she didn't get anything out of it. It wasn't really very good at all. It was only the fantasy that I'd built up in my mind about fucking some hot young chick that made it good.

Anyway she agreed to let me fuck her whenever I wanted as long as she kept her job. It seemed like a good deal to me. I had to pay her for pretty much nothing, and type my own papers, but I got a lot of free pussy from a hot young chick and my wife would never know.

On the surface it seems like a dream come true. The very next day I was inaugurating our new arrangement when my wife walked into my office bringing me lunch. Her heart broke instantly when she saw what I was doing. No matter what I said or tried she wouldn't take me back. I could never find another woman who made me feel the way she had. I kept trying but to no avail. A few years later I found out she'd married someone else and had a baby.

I fucked up what could have been a great life because I thought the grass was greener somewhere else. It wasn't, but that's just one of those sweet little lies that life throws you.

It happens to all of us. Even the secretary I fucked. She had three kids at home and a husband who regularly beat her ass. When my wife filed for divorce she named the secretary in the divorce. When the secretary's husband found out, he beat her unconscious and ended up in jail. Without his income she lost her house and her kids. Nobody won." The old man looked at Joyce and there were tears in his eyes even as he wiped hers gently.

"Let me ask you a question," he said. Joyce nodded.

"What is the opposite of good?" he asked.

"Bad," said Joyce.

"Nope," replied the old man. "The opposite of GOOD is BETTER. I had a good life and just like so many other people, I fucked it all up by trying to make it BETTER. 

I guess you reminded me so much of my wife that I kind of lost it for a bit. I didn't think about how what I was doing might make you feel, only about how much I enjoyed seeing you. When you started to cry I decided to stop and just give you this," he said. He held out a key to Joyce.

"What's this," she asked.

"It's the key to your house. Your husband gave it to me so I could water your plants and take in your mail when you guys were on vacation."

"Thank you," said Joyce.

"Thank you and I'm sorry for being such an old creep," he said. "But I'm not evil, I'm just lonely."

Joyce quickly went back across the street and opened the door to her house. Once inside she called Bill's cell phone. It went straight to voice mail. She wanted to leave him a message but she didn't know what to say. She knew that she wouldn't have many chances to tell him how sorry she was. She decided to leave the message later after she'd thought about what to say.

Hearing about the old man's situation had really floored her. Her situation was very similar, almost the same. She'd had a great marriage to a guy who really loved her and whom she'd loved in return. But she got bored. Instead of talking to Bill and finding a way to work it out together, she'd done the worst thing possible and had probably lost the love of the father of her kids. She'd also lost the respect of her children as well.

If she did go along with Bill's settlement she'd be okay for a time. Their house was valued at over three hundred thousand dollars. Twenty five percent of that was seventy five thousand dollars, so she'd be fine for a while. But it wasn't enough for her to live on forever. She'd have to get a job and find a new place to live. 

When you came down to it, the money was really chicken feed. Just moving into a similar house would cost her all of her money in the first couple of years. Within a year or two all of her savings would be exhausted. Joyce had never really had a job. What could she do for a living? Her entire life was going down the tube for nothing.

She had to find a way to get Bill to forgive her. She just had to.

She heard the doorbell ring and got up to answer it.

"Joyce Williams," asked a young woman with a briefcase.

"Yes," answered Joyce wondering what the girl was selling.

"You've been served," said the girl.

"What?" said Joyce. "No, it's too early. I'm not ready yet. I don't know what I want to do. You were supposed to be a man."

"I'm supposed to return these papers with your signature," said the girl, looking bored.

Joyce thought about everything she'd done. She also thought about all of the people she'd hurt with her thoughtless act. If Bill did drag her name through the mud she'd hurt many more people. She did the only thing she could, she signed the papers.

She closed the door behind the girl and sat down at her table and cried her eyes out.

Two Days and 4,563 miles away, Claudia came out of their hotel's bathroom. She went over to the table and rubbed Bill's shoulder as he cried over what that stupid woman had thrown away.

"It'll get better Honey," she said. "It's just going to take time." She'd said it to help make him feel better, but she knew that in reality most people might move on in their lives but they never quite got over their first marriage. They never got over losing the other parent to their children. There were too many ties that couldn't be broken. In time she and Bill would have a great life and maybe children of their own, but he'd always remember Joyce. So telling him that it would get better was probably a lie. But it was only a Little Lie. 

Epilog:

December 24th. Joyce trudges through the snow on her old street. People who she used to consider her neighbors and friends don't wave at her. Her next door neighbors who used to be her and Bill's closet friends ignore her passing and continue to string up their Christmas decorations. Joyce is no longer the woman she used to be. Friendships that took years to build up took only weeks to decay and wither away.

Bill had kept his word and not told anyone about her actions, but Matt's mother had told everyone she knew about the over forty Jezebel who has seduced her son. The story spread like wildfire and Joyce became a pariah. The only people who sought out her company were sleazy, horny unattractive men who were looking for a quick piece of ass.

Joyce knocked on the door of her only remaining friend. The former lonely, creepy, bitter old man opened the door and invited her in.

"Misery loves company, Hunh Joyce?" he asked. "I thought that you were going to invite your kids to spend the Holidays with you?" 

"I hoped that they'd want to, Dan," she answered. Her voice was full of bitterness and repressed anger. In barely three months Joyce was hardly recognizable as the woman who'd cheated on Bill.

"My son Brian is an adult. He can do whatever he chooses to do. He and his fiancé elected to spend the Holidays with his father in Hawaii and avoid all of the snow and ice. He said that he loves the idea of spending Christmas on the beach. He has an entire ocean to throw rocks in with his father now.

And Jessica hurt me the worst. During our divorce the court ordered us to alternate holidays by year. That means that this year I got Thanksgiving and Bill got Christmas. She also asked to spend some of the holidays with her brother and Maggie. So she's spending New Year's day with Brian and Maggie."

"Well what's wrong with that?" asked Dan.

"She got permission to fly back home for Thanksgiving even though they don't celebrate it in France. She got here that Wednesday night and stayed with me. She went to bed as soon as she got here so we didn't get to talk much. She woke up late Thursday morning and told me that she needed to go back to sleep because she was jet lagged. She ate Thanksgiving dinner with me and took a Taxi back to the airport."

"She goes to school in France, Joyce. You're lucky she cared enough to come home at all," said Dan.

"That's just it," said Joyce. "That girl doesn't give a damn about me. She was here because the court ordered her to spend Thanksgiving with me. The school had given her a week off. She didn't fly back to Paris. She flew to Hawaii and spent the rest of the week there. She has 10 days off for Christmas. Her classes start January 3rd. She's been here for 2 days already and she hasn't even bothered to pick up the phone and call me.

The only way I know about where she is and what she's doing is because I called Brian and spoke to Maggie. Brian wouldn't tell me what was going on, but apparently he forgot to tell Maggie not to let me know. I was really hurt when she said that they'll have the whole family together again for the first time since Thanksgiving. They all waited and had Thanksgiving dinner on Friday when Jess got there after leaving me. They even put all of the stupid Football games on the DVR and watched them together.

I've tried but they don't include me in anything. I even tried to invite Bill to Thanksgiving dinner. I pictured him sitting in some lonely bachelor apartment by himself, remembering the good times we all spent together on the Holidays. Instead Maggie told me about how good Claudia looks in a bikini. They had their turkey out on a deck behind the house that Bill bought for them to live in. Apparently Claudia, besides being built like a fucking model is a great cook too.

I must be psychic. I always knew that bitch was after Bill. That's why I had the investigators follow them, but they never got together and never would have if I hadn't just given him to her. 

I sent Bill a Christmas present; just to let him know that I'm still here and still thinking about him. It was returned un-opened. There was a big nasty green sticker on top of it. It read, "Packages from this address not accepted."

I called Bill on his cell phone. He has to give me the number so we can discuss matters that pertain to Jessica since we have joint custody. I don't know why they call it joint custody. She got to choose where to live. She decided to live with him. He chose not to accept child support from me since I'm not working, which at first I thought was nice of him. But he really did it so he wouldn't have to talk to me about it. Everything he does is geared towards never having to speak to me again. 

The only thing I get is my court ordered visits with Jessica. When she's here, we don't talk, we don't do anything. She just goes up to her room, goes to sleep and wakes up just in time to head for the fucking airport.

Anyway I called Bill's cell phone and it rung like 8 times before it was picked up. It was Claudia, naturally. I was sure that Bill was there and had just handed her the phone. I could hear Christmas music in the background and people talking. They sounded like they were having a good assed time. I asked Claudia if she was still working for Bill as his assistant. She told me she'd never work for anyone else. I asked her what else she was doing for him and she just said, "Anything and everything he wants."

I almost cried. I decided to be the bigger woman. I asked her if they'd gotten the present I sent Bill. She said that it must have gotten lost in the mail. I guess she told me a little lie, to avoid having to hurt my feelings.

I figured then that I was on the speaker phone, because I asked her if I could speak to Jessica. I heard Jessica whispering, "No." 

"Since they could all hear me anyway, I swallowed my fucking pride and asked that bitch if I could fly there and join them for Christmas and drop off their presents. She never even answered me. She just said, "Oh wait, here's Jessica."

"My daughter got on the phone. I told her that I hadn't heard from her in almost a month. She hadn't called or emailed me since Thanksgiving. She said that she'd been really busy with school and stuff. I asked her what she wanted for Christmas. She said, "Nothing." Can you believe that? I must have the only teenager on the planet who doesn't want anything. She told me that all she needed from me was to keep being the best mom I could. Then the little bitch twisted the knife. She told me that her dad and her stepmom would do everything else.

Bill hasn't married Claudia yet. They do live together, but she's already more of a mother to my daughter than Jessica will allow me to be. Even my mom blames me. She was always against what I did. She told me that I must have been crazy for a while. Maybe it was a midlife crisis, my hormones were out of whack; temporary insanity. "Bill loves you," she said. "Give him time."

But time is running out and my husband has moved on with his life without me. Now my mom blames me because she doesn't get to see the Grandkids. Then Claudia did the worst fucking thing you can imagine. She arranged to fly my mom down to Hawaii for Christmas since Bill's parents were there for Thanksgiving. So when Maggie said that the entire family would be there, she meant it."

"Deep down, I'm sure that my husband still loves me. That's why he hasn't married Claudia and so far has no plans to. He still isn't over me, yet. Imagine it, he has a younger woman, who's prettier than I am, built better than I am, but he's still trying to get over me? He must've really loved me as much as he always told me. How the fuck could I ever have gotten bored with that kind of love? Now I sit here on my gradually spreading ass getting fatter and more bitter, every day. But in my heart I know, everyone knows that it's only a matter of time before Bill forgets ma an marries Claudia. Bill told me that he could've gotten past the sex, but not the deception. I lost the perfect life because of a few little lies.



Little Lies Ch. 02



Please go back and read Little Lies it will help you understand the plot and bring you up to date. MV

As Christy slipped into the cab she knew that this was wrong but she couldn’t deny the rush she had felt in the bar when with one kiss Chad had silenced her and awakened a fire deep inside her loins. She wasn’t going to be satisfied until she knew just what he had to offer her even if it was for one night. 

Her hand crept up his thigh until as the cab pulled away, she reached over and grabbed his cock. She was normally so timid and quiet and shy about sex that she couldn’t believe her own actions her body seemed to be on an autopilot as she found his cock pulsing in her hand through his trousers. 

“Chad . . . ” she began, “I don’t know what’s going to happen but whatever does it’s only for tonight. We won’t mention it again. Ok?”

“Christy just shut up,” Chad replied, “I’m an adult, you’re an adult and we both know that while the circumstances are wrong the passion we feel right here and now are right. So yes, come tomorrow morning or afternoon if you leave that soon we will let it end there.”

Christy blushed as she listened to Chad she wanted to reveal a bit more to him and decided to get it all out now while she could. Maybe to tease him more or maybe so that when they got to his house she wouldn’t have to use her mouth to speak. 

“Chad, you do know that nearly every woman in our office and in our company thinks you’re pretty damn hot don’t you? Well I’m telling you they do and we all have wondered for a long time just how hung you were and if you would be good in bed. Too bad I won’t be able to share with them just what is going to happen tonight.”

Chad smiled over at Christy and then got an idea, if she was as horny as he figured she was right now she might go for what he was about to propose. “So you want to see how hung I am, is that it?” he teased. “Well..” He began to unzip his pants as he pulled her hand away for a moment, “why don’t you take a closer look.”

With a mischievous gleam in her eye Christy went for it and lowered her head out of the driver’s view and pulled Chad out of his silk boxers and right to the opening inside his trousers. She licked her lips at the sight of his manhood. Throbbing, hard and leaking pre-cum inches away from her face was his eight in cock. She couldn’t deny the watering in her mouth and she lowered her lips to the opening in his trousers and gave his cock a long lick. Her tongue wrapped around the shaft as she closed her lips around the now exposed head and began to suck softly. She had refused time and time again to go down on her boyfriend on a regular basis but tonight she was ready for just about anything and feeling aggressive to boot. She slowly bobbed her head and rubbed his shaft before pulling up and away and tucking him back inside. 

“That’s just a preview of what I’m going to do once we get to your house Chad,” she cooed. 

Chad’s prick throbbed in his pants and had they been in his own car he would have been painting her tonsils right then but he could wait the few more minutes it would take to get to his house before finding out just how exciting this sweet little girl could be. He couldn’t help but think of her as a younger coed because of her normal demeanor. She was usually so quiet and shy that even her grinding against him in the club surprised him when he found out whom she was.

Christy began to wiggle in her seat, she could feel her panties damp in the crotch sliding up between the wet lips of her sex as she slid back into the seat. Chad’s big strong hand had slipped up beneath her skirt as the cab neared his home. His fingers were playing over the satin material and rubbing it into her as he pressed down hard against her clit and rubbed it fast. His lips were against her neck and he was whispering in a low growl into her ear what he was going to do with her when he got her in the doors to his home. 

“Just wait Christy. I’m going to rip those little panties off you as soon as the door’s closed and then push your face down on the steps. The minute they’re off I’m going to lift your skirt over that hot little ass of yours and begin to lick and tongue fuck you from behind while I slap your ass with one hand and then with the other I’ll be beginning fingering you. Have you ever felt all three sensations at once?” he asked her. 

“N.. No, I haven’t,” she whimpered, “but I think I’m game tonight.”

Just then the cab driver stopped outside his house and he quickly paid the driver and nudged Christy out of the car as she stepped out he playfully grabbed her ass. She neared his door and as she faced it he reached around her and began to grind his cock against her ass as he unlocked the door. Turning her around as he disengaged the lock he began to press her against the door. His hands ran up her skirt and he grabbed one side of her panties and looking deep into her eyes he ripped them away. His fingers immediately found her pussy sparsely covered by the little landing strip she had shaved there. He liked that her lips and surrounding area were bare that would make going down on her so much enjoyable for him. 

Opening the door and flipping on the light over the stairwell he closed the door and locked it. Now he had one thing on his mind and in his sight and he knew that it was about to happen. He grabbed Christy by her skirt and pushed her down just as he said he would and began to push her skirt up over her rounded ass. As the skirt lifted, he let his hand fly through the air and swatted her ass hard. She gave a little moan and he knew that she must enjoy it for she was pushing her ass back at him with each swat. Raising her hips to meet each strike on her ass. He leaned down and began to run his tongue up the back of her thighs as he spread her legs with his free hand and began to rub her clit and wet little pussy lips as they glistened with her juices. 

“Oh god Chad . . . I’m so wet,” she panted, “I’m yours tonight do with me what you will.”

Chad flattened his tongue and ran it up over her clit as he slipped his fingers inside her pussy. Turning his hand he found her g-spot almost immediately and began rubbing it hard with his fingers as he lapped at her clit and sucked in her outer lips and ran his tongue over them. He couldn’t believe the amount of juices that were leaking from her pussy and running down his fingers. His usually quiet but playful supervisor was now coating his fingers with her wetness as he tasted her sweet pussy and swatted her ass. It didn’t get a lot better than this. 

“Chad, I want to go get more comfortable please,” she begged. 

Chad stood her up and unzipped her skirt and pulled it off forcing her to walk up the stairs in only her blouse. He watched the little gap between her legs show itself off with each step. He began to imagine what she was going to feel like to be inside as they reached the top of the stairs. Once in the living room though she surprised him by shoving him down into his lounge chair and walking over to his stereo. On a hunch she pushed the cd button on the stereo and then play and suddenly the new Usher cd began to play. She smiled to herself and thought that from now on the “Confessions” song would have new meaning whenever she heard it. 

Slowly walking toward the chair he was sitting in Chris began to dance back and forth. She dropped her head down as she neared him and her long black hair flowed down covering her face. Then her hands went to his belt and she removed it and unsnapped his pants. Then slowly she began to tug at them without saying a word encouraging him to lift up so she could pull his trousers and boxers down in one motion. As the boxers came off, his cock sprang up hard and ready for attention. Christy was ready for more as she lowered her long tresses again and let the hair tickle his thighs as she opened her mouth and brought it around his erection. She had to stretch her mouth wide as she did this so that she got him 3/4 of the way in before she closed her lips around his cock. 

Chad held his breath as Christy’s mouth closed around his shaft and she began to suck hard on his prick. He knew he had pre-cum leaking from the tip and as the girl began to bob her head her hands wrapped around the exposed portion of his cock and she began to jerk him up and down and with her other hand she reached down and squeezed his balls and rolled them around as she tugged the sack down making it tight. She lowered her lips even farther down on his shaft and took him deep into her throat as his hands found her head and began holding her as he thrust his hips to meet her lips. 

Christy began to get even more turned on unexpectedly as she gave him a blowjob. She began to feel free, nasty and naughty and as she sucked on him she snaked her tongue out and ran it over his balls. She could feel his shaft growing thicker and throbbing wildly and despite her never having swallowed cum before she knew that was about to change. 

Looking into Chad’s eyes she paused to tell him, “Cum in my mouth stud, nobody has ever done that.”

Chad gasped as he heard her reveal this little secret and as he felt her lips encircle him again he let his orgasm explode. Christy felt the cum spurt and hit the back of her throat and pulling some of his cock out of her mouth she bobbed up and down on his prick and swallowed each mouthful he gave her. As soon as he stopped shooting, she pulled him from her mouth and smiled wickedly at him. “We are going to do that again before I leave tomorrow evening.”

Thanks for reading and please remember to vote and send feedback. MV 



Little Lies Ch. 03



Please go back and read parts one and two, it will help you understand what brought us to this point in the story. MV

Looking into Chad’s eyes she paused to tell him, “Cum in my mouth stud, nobody has ever done that.”

Chad gasped as he heard her reveal this little secret and as he felt her lips encircle him again he let his orgasm explode. Christy felt the cum spurt and hit the back of her throat and pulling some of his cock out of her mouth she bobbed up and down on his prick and swallowed each mouthful he gave her. As soon as he stopped shooting she pulled him from her mouth and smiled wickedly at him. “We are going to do that again before I leave tomorrow evening.”

Chad sat there recovering amazed that his prick hadn’t lost it’s erect state and began to run his hands down the front of Christy’s blouse. As his fingers slid inside the bra he could feel her nipples hard and ready to be tasted and nibbled. He slowly pushed Christy back as she watched him intently and then taking her by the hand lead her upstairs to his bedroom. 

Christy felt her own arousal inside her pussy, she hadn’t felt this wet in a long time. She knew it was probably just the excitement of the situation intensifying the hormones and rush but she was giving herself to it completely. She felt herself being nudged toward the bed and as she sat down she began to unbutton and open her blouse. 

“That’s a good girl Christy, strip for me,” Chad commanded with a hungry look in his eye. 

A shiver raced up Christy’s spine as she heard the command, no one had ever commanded her to do anything besides her parents during her life. Not one of the few sexual partners she had bedded would have had the nerve to stand there and tell her what to do and she probably would have yelled at them if they had she thought now. But something about Chad and the look in his eye turned her on and frightened her at the same time. She could see the raw lust and the power he held within himself as she looked up and down his well toned body. She suddenly had the desire to be his little slut completely tonight. Whatever he was going to ask her to do no matter how kinky or revolting she was going to try, she knew this because even as she thought of a few things she had always refused to do before tonight she felt a different approach like maybe they weren’t nasty. Maybe she just needed the right person to not accept her denial and to command her to let them be done or force her to do them.

Chad stood there watching Christy as she unbuttoned her blouse, she had paused when he gave the command and gotten a far away look in her eye. He thought perhaps this was knew to her, being given commands and taking them. He also watched her body and as she had paused to think for a moment her legs had splayed open and he doubted she even realized it. He was going to test his theory about this pretty girl and see if she responded just as he expected. “Now, take off the bra Christy and do it quickly.”

Smiling up at him and knowing that he had seen the change come over her, sensed that she liked to be told what to do by him, Christy complied and unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor. Watching and listening for his next command she began to run her hands over her body seeing that this pleased him from the smile that came over his lips. 

“That’s a good little one Christy,” Chad began, “before we go any farther tonight and I fuck you I want to know exactly what it is you desire. Tell me of your deepest fantasy, if this is the last time you have sex with a man other than your boyfriend and you the only other besides my wife then I want to know exactly what it is that will have you arching your back and cumming and never be able to forget this night.”

Christy knew she was blushing and she felt her heartbeat begin to race, why had no man ever asked her this before or commanded her to reveal her lustful ideas that roamed inside her head she wondered. “Chad...I, well I haven’t been asked this before. I do know that I like the way you command me and I’m open to trying anything tonight, anywhere you want your cock to go. I’ve never allowed anyone to put anything up my butt, nor have I allowed myself to give over control.”

Chad watched her as the color in her cheeks grew crimson she was turned on and embarrassed in equal parts now and he knew that this would be a long fun night for the both of them. “So let me get two things straight right now Christy. You’ve never allowed anyone to fuck your tight little ass, and you want to be submissive to me and my whims tonight. Is this correct?”

“Yes! I mean yes, sir,” she exclaimed excitedly.

This was all Chad needed to hear and slowly he pushed her back on the bed as he sat next to her. “I want to watch you finger yourself as I suck and bite on these hard little nipples Christy. Do not pull your fingers away from your sweet pussy until I tell you and you may not cum without permission. If you find yourself close to cumming slow down or beg for permission.”

With that Chad began to squeeze each of her breasts and rub his thumbs over the nipples and bending his head forward he caught one of her nipples as he rolled the other with his fingers and sucked hard on the little erect bud. He looked down and watched as she opened her labia and began to run her fingers over her clit and with her other hand she began to insert her fingers into herself. He was amazed at how quickly she had shed her normally mousy side and was suddenly this hot little slut waiting for his commands. He soon switched his attention to her other nipple and reached down to meld his fingers with hers as she slid the juice coated digits in and out of her tight snatch.

“Oh god Chad, I’m so close already, please let me cum...or just fuck me now.”

Chad had other plans though and as he slid up the bed his and reached beneath the headboard his cock grazed her lips. Immediately he felt her envelope his cock inside the warm, wet confines of her mouth as she sucked on him. Finding the little straps that were still attached to the bed Chad pulled them up and took one of her hands. Pulling it up to him he began to slide her wrist through the strap and then as he tightened it and secured her he grabbed the other wrist. 

“Damn girl I love how your mouth feels around my cock and I’ll bet your little pussy is going to feel just as good if not better. After I have fucked you good and hard then we’ll see about introducing you into anal sex.”

Christy could only moan around his cock as free hand was being secured. She had always wanted to be ravaged and tied down but the most any of her other lovers had done had been to handcuff her and she had still be able to use her hands. Now as she tugged at the restraints she found that no matter how hard she struggled there was no breaking free. Chad stood up and walked to the stereo in the bedroom and flicked on the cd player. Sean Paul began to play and he slowly began to move to the rhythm of the music as she watched him. Slowly he stripped off his shirt and revealed his muscular chest, she smiled as she saw the rings through his nipples unobstructed by a shirt and no time limit in which she had to look away as usual when he had flashed the rings in the office after being teased about them. 

Grabbing each of Christy’s ankles he spread her legs and crawled slowly between them. He held each one in ankle in his hand and began to lick and kiss his way up her body. He could see the shivers ripple through her body as he made his way to her wet center. Chad was determined to make her want him even more than she already did at this moment. He needed to hear her plead with him to take her. Something in him craved this to an almost obsessive compulsion at that exact time. He slid his mouth down her other leg never coming more than an inch or two near her pussy. He began his ascent once more and as he reached the tops of her thighs he lightly kissed her clit as it protruded just enough from within it’s hood to let him taste it. He played with her clit rolling his tongue over it and cupping her ass in his palms for about thirty seconds before he slipped away and began kissing up her stomach and her sides. 

Christy was going out of her mind with anticipation and desire and she now knew that Chad truly deserved the title of sexiest man in the company. If he could go this slow while his cock was hanging hard between his legs she knew that the rest of the ladies in the office would be amazed at his restraint and passion. Her orgasms had come close each time he touched her and yet he denied her that explosive release she craved. While she desired and needed it and soon at that she was trying to wait him out. She didn’t want to beg him to fuck her, that might be a little too much she thought. 

And then it happened he kissed and nibbled on her nipples and as he left them his tongue slid around her neck followed by his lips and then he lightly bit her neck and came to her lips and kissed her hard and with fierce intensity. She could feel his hard shaft rubbing up and down her wet slit and she tried to arch and capture him between her legs but he would moan into her and pull his hips a little more airborne so that she couldn’t get him inside her. He laid down over her and began to thrust his hips letting the head of his cock rub up and down against her clit. Finally breaking the kiss his mouth went to her ear. 

“Beg me slut, beg me to fuck you right here and now and acknowledge that you desire me.”

Christy’s breath was taken away by his words and she bit her lip as he pulled up to look into her eyes. She knew if she were to describe the look in his eyes it could only have been explained as a feral lust that was only going to be sated by her own verbal desires. She felt his hands on her pussy as he lifted up and his fingers began to rub her clit faster and faster as she panted. She knew that he would take her to the edge of orgasm again and deny her unless she gave in. So throwing all her caution to the wind Christy cried out, “Chad, sir, please fuck me now. Stick that hard delicious cock inside my tight wet pussy...please Chad fuck me now dammit.”

Chad continued to rub her clit and as she began to buck her hips against his hand he told her to cum as he thrust the full length of his cock deep inside her. The wait had been well worth it for both of them. Christy began to cum hard and as she did Chad told her to hold her breath until she had to gasp for air again. Ready to comply with his any wish now she did as he asked and as he fucked her hard her orgasm intensified nearly three times the strongest orgasm she had ever felt prior to that night. 

“Uh...oh my good lord....oh Chad that was amazing,” she whimpered. 

Chad held her with his palms under her ass and began to fuck her in hard strokes. He would alternate between short and long thrusts. Ten short, one long, nine short, two long and so on. As he pounded her on the tenth long stroke she burst again having another orgasm that this time as soon as she felt it she held her breath of her own accord and without prompting. She wanted to see if she could make this orgasm as strong as the first. 

Christy felt the heavy balls of Chad slapping against her ass as she twisted her hips while he fucked her, she still wasn’t sure what to expect after this but she was ready for more. She caught Chad’s lips as he leaned down and began to kiss her again and his hands teased her nipples while his cock still slid in and out of her. His previous orgasm from the blowjob must have helped him remain his stamina and she was now ready for another position if he would allow it. 

“Chad turn me over and fuck me doggiestyle please.” she requested.

Chad undid her wrist restraints and quickly flipped her over, as soon as her ass was in the air and she was backing up to him he leaned over her and thrust his manhood deep inside her open pussy. “Oh damn Christy, you’re so tight and wet I don’t know how much longer I can last before I cum.”

Christy upon hearing this reached back between her legs and began to run her nails over his balls. She wanted to feel him cum inside her. She was on the pill and had always made her boyfriend wear a condom but somehow tonight she hadn’t even thought to ask Chad to put one on. She wanted to feel him shoot his hot cum deep inside her and fill her up. She began to push her ass back against him harder and she then knew what might get him off. “Spank me Chad, please spank my slutty ass.”

Chad couldn’t believe his ears but he complied, seeing as how spanking was one of his favorite activities he began to spank her hard and fast as he fucked her. Christy’s moans began to fill the room and she suddenly began to shake as she came again. This was the final straw Chad needed he began to thrust his hips wildly and slamming his cock into her and in seconds he was shooting his spunk inside her. Christy felt his shaft swell and began to pulse inside her as he shot his load and she moaned again while rolling his balls in her hand. 

“That’s it stud cum deep inside me,” she cooed.

Chad couldn’t speak only grunts unintelligibly as he came inside her with his hands holding her hips. He knew he still wanted to fuck her gorgeous ass but that may have to wait for just a bit he thought.

As if she had read his mind Christy began to speak, “You can fuck my ass in a few minutes big boy but let’s take a quick break and go get a drink sir,” she said as she rolled over and looked into his eyes with a playful smile.

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Little Lies Ch. 04



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Christy went downstairs slowly feeling his cum dribbling down her thighs and feeling pretty thoroughly fucked. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had fucked her this long and hard and she reckoned that knowing how driven Chad was she would be getting fucked again before she would be allowed to sleep.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and Chad walked out of the living room and into the kitchen. Grabbing a pair of sweats from the dryer he quickly asked her if she was expecting anyone with a chuckle. “Now who the hell . . . oh I don’t even have to look I know who it is.”

Chad went down the stairs and opened the front door, there stood Amanda with a bag from McDonald’s. 

“I brought you something to eat soccer stud,” she teased, leaning toward him and giving him a light kiss on the lips.

“Hey, what was that for Amanda?” he asked a bit perplexed.

“Well all this time we have been friends and never fucked or fooled around at all while your wife has been gone and knowing you’re leaving soon I guess just prompted a little late night booty call.”

Just then Christy peered down the steps at them, “Who is it Chad?” she asked.

“You fucking stud,” Amanda teased him again, “I thought you weren’t taking that girl home, well I can go if you like, we can hook up again soon honey.”

“No need to leave on my account,” Christy said as she walked down the steps nude toward Amanda and closed the door behind her. “So far this has been a night of a few firsts and I must admit I watched you dancing with our stud here and it turned me on. How about it Amanda . . . that’s your name right? So what do you think, ever wanted to tag up on a guy the way they talk about ganging up on us?”

Chad stood there with a cheesy grin on his face, he couldn’t believe these women were having this conversation as if he weren’t even here. What was more he was shocked when Amanda responded just as quickly to Christy. 

“Well I do want him, and I have explored other women once so what the hell, besides I can always blame the alcohol and it’s not like he’s going to tell anyone and brag he’s married,” she giggled. 

They both took a hand and lead Chad back up the staircase and through the living room and back up to his bedroom. Christy was the first to attack him, she pushed Chad down on the bed and secured his wrists to the bed pulling a little role reversal from earlier. He just smiled and let them get him restrained and then watched as Christy began to kiss Amanda as they both stripped her. Amanda watched Chad’s cock slowly harden in front of her and breaking the kiss with Christy she slid over him and began to stroke his shaft while Christy knelt behind her and kissed her back and reached around to tease her nipples. As Amanda began to moan Christy closed her eyes and shut off her mind to the part that was trying to deny she wanted to do this and slipped her fingers between Amanda’s legs, touching the first pussy besides her own in her life. She began to rub up and down the wet slit and despite her inner protests she slipped a finger between the hot little lips and pushed her finger inside. 

“Oh god that feels good Christy,” Amanda moaned pulling her lips away from Chad’s thigh. 

Deciding she wanted to finally taste him Amanda lowered her mouth and began to suck the crown of his cock. It didn’t send guilt through her as she had expected as she drove here tonight, but wild pleasure of tasting another woman on this guy’s cock in her mouth. She had experimented with girls before during a few drunken nights out but nothing as severely as what she expected to do before the sun would be rising outside. She slowly began to bob her head and take Chad all the way into her throat as she rubbed his scrotum slowly tugging it and running her tongue over it ever few plunges on his cock. 

Christy watched from behind as Amanda began to suck on Chad’s cock, the cock that she had already sucked and been fucked by and brought to more than a few orgasms with earlier. Her mouth began to salivate as she watched the girl go down on him, she knew that it would only be a matter of time before this current position had a few changes. 

“Christy,” Chad said to drive her out of her lost thoughts, “I want you to lick Amanda as I did you earlier. Tease her good and make her want to go down on you as I fuck her.”

Christy smiled to him and lowered her head without thinking, earlier she had said she would attempt anything for him tonight and here she was kneeling behind the little hot coed slut sucking his cock and getting finger fucked by her getting ready to taste her first pussy. Christy stuck her tongue out and decided this was a bit like getting into a pool best to plunge than ease in. She coaxed Amanda to spread her legs a little wider and then slid her tongue up the apex of Amanda’s thighs. She found her tongue sliding along her fingers as she got the first whiff and taste of another woman. Just as quickly she found that it didn’t make her want to bolt from the room but it made her own center quiver with the thought that she might receive a return of this pleasuring. Redoubling her efforts she used her fingers to spread Amanda’s labia’s wide open and thrust her tongue inside the girl, pleased when Amanda began to moan. 

Chad had seen enough, or at least enough from this advantage point, he wanted to watch the two girls enjoy each other before he fucked his coed friend. He did remember that he was going to fuck Christy’s ass but that would come later tonight if he could get it up after fucking Amanda. He knew that Christy would still be there in the morning and was sure he could convince her for a little round of play before she left. 

“Girls as much as I am enjoying this, I want to see you go down on each other tonight, right now, please do it for me.”

Amanda smiled at him and went down on him once more before sliding her lips from his cock and rolling off onto her side. Patting the bed she gave a whimper as Christy’s tongue and fingers left her brewing snatch. But she reminded herself that within seconds this gorgeous girl Chad had brought home would be right back where she left off. Helping Christy lie down with her feet near Chad’s head she swung her hips over the girl and lowered her pussy to the girl’s mouth. Instantly she felt the warmth of the girl’s breath and her hair tickling her thighs as her tongue slid up between Amanda’s now open slit. Amanda lowered her own head and began to lap at the creamy cunt beneath her, she could taste Chad’s cum and the girls mingled together and it sent a little jolt of excitement through her to be so nasty and naughty tonight.

Christy began to lap away as soon as Amanda’s hips had neared her face, gone was the normal revulsion she felt at the thought of two women together. It had been replaced by the lust of the moment and as she had begun her tongue fucking of the coed she had felt the girl’s own fingers and lips and tongue on her. She would never be able to describe this fully to anyone if she would be able to discuss this night other than to tell them that she had gone with the lusts of the moment. Suddenly Chad’s big cock grazed her lips as he pressed it against Amanda’s wet hole. Christy watched and slid her tongue up to tease the girl’s clit as he pressed his cock inside her.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Amanda and Chad groaned in unison as he filled her to the hilt. 

Christy lay beneath them watching Chad’s cock slide in and out of Amanda’s pussy, it was better, much better she thought than watching any up close porn, this was flesh into flesh less than an inch away from her face. She ran her tongue over his shaft as it slid in and out of Amanda’s pussy and tasting the mixtures of cum and both she and Amanda’s mixed juices sent her into an orgasm of her own as Amanda found her g-spot with her fingers as her tongue flicked Christy’s clit. 

Chad watched and felt the power of the lust in the room. He could feel Amanda’s tight insides gripping and milking him as Christy ran her tongue over the underside of his shaft with each withdraw from Amanda. He watched over Amanda’s shoulder as she tongue fucked Christy and he knew that tonight was a night he would never forget. He wanted to cum inside Amanda and hoped she was on the pill as he began to thrust harder and faster inside her.

“Please Chad, please fucking don’t stop . . . I want you to cum inside me and let this hot little slut beneath me lap it out with her tongue and scoop it out with her fingers.”

Chad could take no more the hot words spurred him on and soon he was doing just as she asked filling her pussy with his hot seed as Christy’s tongue went wild licking around the tip of his cock as it slipped from inside Amanda and shoving her tongue right up inside the girl. 

Chad got up and went to relieve his bladder and when he came back the girls had switched places. Amanda was now on the bottom. Her fingers he could see were coated in something slick as she continued her oral assault on Christy’s pussy her fingers were working in and out of the girl’s ass.

“Time to finish what you started earlier stud . . . ” Christy cooed as she paused from licking Amanda and looked back at him over her shoulder. 

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Little Lies Ch. 05



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"Time to finish what you started earlier stud . . . " Christy cooed as she paused from licking Amanda and looked back at him over her shoulder. 

Christy had said to him as he had walked back into the room from the master bathroom. She was on her knees above Amanda's face and getting her ass finger fucked by Amanda as the girls locked into another battle of the tongues. Their pussy's were each glistening in juices and saliva as he neared the edge of the bed. Finding the KY that Amanda had used to lube her fingers he quickly squeezed some out into his hand and then began to stroke his cock with it. He watched them for a moment as his cock regained full hardness much to his surprise, it had seen a lot of use tonight. Stepping up behind Christy he ran his cock up and down the crack of her ass as Amanda held the cheeks apart and slowly withdrew her fingers. 

"Do it Chad, fuck her in the ass, I've always wanted to see this up close," Amanda said in a seductive voice.

She grabbed his cock and aimed it at Christy's tight little ass and pulled him closer, letting the tip of his prick settle against the girl's asshole. She began to alternate licking his balls and sucking Christy's clit as she watched him slowly work the head of his large tool inside the girl. 

"Damn that's hot," she whispered. 

"Oh god that hurts Chad, will it get better?" Christy asked.

"Yes, baby it will just give it a few seconds to adjust."

Chad slowly nudged more of his cock into her backdoor and then paused letting her feel it and adjusted just as he had said. Quickly she felt the sensation turn from pain into pleasure, a strange pleasure, it felt as if she would be needed to go to the bathroom but at the same time the nerves inside her tiny anal opening were alive and tingling. The sensation of pain finally left completely as Amanda rubbed her fingers over the girl's clit and then slid them inside her as she began to tongue where her fingers had just departed. 

Suddenly to Chad's surprise Christy pushed her ass back toward him and forced more of his cock inside her. He swatted her cute ass and then began to hold her hips and push steadily deeper. 

"Oh fuck that feels good Chad," Christy yelped.

"Feels good from here to baby ready to have me begin to really fuck this tight ass of yours?" he asked.

She gave no reply just thrust her hips all the way back at him and drew the remainder of his cock inside her tight asshole. She knew this was the ultimate taboo for her and she had crested many tonight. Her orgasm began immediately from the oral pleasure that Amanda was giving her as well as the naughty realization that she was fucking an employee and giving him her anal virginity as well as cheating on her boyfriend and his wife. It was too much for her mind to wrap itself around and she began to cum wildly as he pounded her ass now.

Holding Christy's hips he lunged forward and gave her all he had burying his cock in her ass. Just as quickly he began to saw in and out of her tightest hole and new that she was loving it. He reached up and tugged her hair a bit roughly and slapped her ass as he leaned over her and fucked her ass hard. He thought of the one time she and he had shared an argument at work and this motivated him to fuck her ass even harder. He wanted to hear her scream in pleasure and pain. 

Christy felt her tight ass being stretched by Chad's cock and she felt more wicked than ever before as she took all he had to give and kept pushing her ass back at him. This wicked threesome was more alive than she had felt in a long time and she was going to have a tough time looking at him in the office now without think of this moment and night they were sharing.

Chad held her hips one final time and rammed his cock in until his balls were resting on her ass and he began to cum. His see spurting forth into her bowels as she moaned and ground her tight pussy down onto Amanda's mouth. She screamed and moaned as she came and her own tongue slid all the way up into Amanda. 

Amanda felt the urgency of the moment and she let herself go and climaxed with them amongst the groans and sweaty bodies sliding against one another.

As Chad withdrew from Christy's ass he laid down beside the slowly separating girls. "Ladies thank you for tonight," he said.

"Oh thank you to sir," Christy whispered back as she kissed him, "but I do think that I'll be leaving much later tomorrow than I expected if that's all right with you."

Amanda leaned over and shared in the kiss, "I think I might be staying a bit longer than expected as well if no one objects, I still have some ideas for fun in the morning."

Chad offered one last bit of words before drifting off to sleep, "I think I might need Monday off boss, it was an exhausting weekend."

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