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Riley

By: PrincessErin



Riley rolled over and looked at the clock radio 7:35am. Shit! She had slept through her alarm and had exactly 25 minutes to get downtown to work. Riley jumped out of bed, rushed to put on her business suit and was out of the house in 10 minutes. She was tired but knew it was her own fault. She had been up since 2am talking to her Internet lover, Noah. She had met him through a friend and had only conversed through ICQ. He lived in Texas and they had plans to meet one day. They had already made plans to get together in the summer.

As she waited in rush hour traffic, she glanced at herself in the rearview mirror.

"Not bad" she thought.

If someone had told her five years ago she would be the highest paid executive assistant for Glam Girl, she would have laughed. Riley grew up overweight, shy, and awkward. She was always the butt of people's jokes yet inside she had a plan. She escaped from her small town after high school and went to UCLA for university. While she was there, she lost weight, gained self-confidence and earned a degree in Business Administration. Riley wasn't ugly looking nor was she stunningly beautiful. At 5 foot 4 inches she was short but her demeanor made people notice her. She had lost more than 100 pounds but her breasts were still large. That was the one thing she wanted to change since in her company she always had every guy drooling as she walked by.

Riley walked into the building and went straight to Brad's office. Brad was her boss yet their business relationship was more on an equal level. He had the same qualifications as she. They had the same experience however it was he who had won over the major advertising companies which earned him the title Senior Advertising Executive.

"Hi Brad," Riley purred. She knew that Brad was gay and so she knew she could flirt with him like that without any trouble. If she did that with any other guy in the office, she would be followed around all day. 

"Riley, you have the list of items that need to be done on your desk. The only other thing I need you to do is meet a client at the airport at 4pm. He's a big executive from Malibu and he's coming to see me for the week. If you could pick him up, drive him to his hotel and make sure he's settled that would be great." 

Brad said this with such a business like attitude Riley couldn't help but giggle.

"Brad, why can't you ever tell me the truth?"

"I don't know . . . maybe cause I know you're smart and will figure it out." 

The rest of Riley's day went smoothly. She was glad she had a window office since the air conditioner was right in her room. The others in the center of the building were probably dying of the heat by now. At 3:30pm she picked up her things and went to get her car. That gave her enough time to get to the airport on time, not to leave . . . damn . . . Brad hadn't even told her the guys name. On her cell phone she called Brad.

"Oh sorry Riley, he's 6 feet tall, blond hair. He'll be wearing an Armani business suit probably, I told him what you were wearing today so he'll know how to find you."

He hung up. Great, she thought. She was meeting this guy at one of the busiest airports in the U.S. and didn't even know the guy's name.

The airport wasn't air-conditioned which made the 15-minute wait unbearable. The plan was late and she could feel sweat dripping down her back. She knew her hair was starting to frizz and her nylons were starting to itch. Just as it became too unbearable, a handsome gentleman walked toward her. 

"I assume you're Riley, right?"

"Yeah."

The drive to the hotel was silent. Just as Riley pulled up to the hotel, Brad's client said, 

"So Blondegirl, you're much quieter in person than on the computer, are you planning on dropping me off or are we both going to go upstairs?"

Thoughts spiraled through her head. That was her screen name on MSN. How did he know that? Was this...

"Noah?"

"Yes sweetie, your boss is really fantastic."

She knew that he was planning on visiting LA at some point but she thought they had decided on the summer.

"Why didn't you tell me? All this time I thought you were Brad's boy toy of the week. How did you . . . "?

Riley couldn't finish the sentence since Noah had planted a long, sensuous kiss on her lips. This was what she was waiting four months for. She had been talking to him on the Internet every day since October and every day they talked about this first meeting. 

As they opened the hotel room door they barely had time to shut it before they were all over each other. Riley's light blue business suit was off first, leaving her with matching pink bra and lace panties. Noah admired her figure. Her year round tan was still glowing and her nipples were erect. Noah continued to take off his clothes, leaving him with only his black silk boxers. Riley knew that he was rich and knew that it was only the best for Noah. She knew what was to come was to be his best sex ever.

On the bed she kissed her all over - his eyelids, he cheeks, his shoulders. All the while she massaged his ear lobes. He had mentioned that his ears were his most sensitive body part and from the rise in his boxers she knew he wasn't lying. She slowly got closer to his penis. When she got there, she rubbed him through the silk. Noah moaned with pleasure. She slowly removed his boxers, careful not to touch his member at that moment. She knew that would drive him wild. She opened her mouth and took his large member into her mouth completely. She slowly circled her tongue around it, feeling the power she had over him. His gasps and pants made her realize how skilled she had become in college. She didn't realize she was being pulled toward him.

He removed her panties and she placed her legs on either side of his body. His burning wet tongue touched her clit and she knew she had gone to heaven. She continued to twirl her tongue around his member while using her hands to play with his balls. Noah had told her exactly how he liked oral sex and by his moans she knew she was doing things right. Riley had also let Noah know how she liked it as well and as she was losing her ability to concentrate on the task at hand, she realized how skilled Noah really was. He was slowly sucking on her clit while massaging her butt. He then thrust three well-manicured fingers into her hole and started to massage her G spot. Riley wiggled with pleasure as she massaged his legs. His fingers went deeper and deeper and Riley started panting more and more. 

"Yes Noah, fuck me with your fingers."

At last Riley came, shaking all over releasing the orgasm that Noah had facilitated. Before she had time to recover, Noah had picked her up and sat her on top of him, facing his handsome face. Throughout their conversations they had decided that this was the best sex position. Noah moved his penis into place and Riley's flush, moist lips engulfed him. She began to move up and down, slowly at first. Noah's hands reached out remove her bra. Her large breasts fell down and his eyes lit up with excitement. Noah moved forward and sucked one nipple while fondling the other with his fingers. They began to speed up and their moans became louder and louder. Riley had another orgasm, which caused her muscles to contract. Noah screamed out with joy, as he had never experienced that feeling before.

"Riley, I'm going to cum now"

Their bodies bucked and thrashed as another orgasm rushed through Riley and Noah's long awaited explosion of cum let loose inside her. They looked at each other, lost in each other's eyes.

"Riley, you are an amazing woman." 

Riley: A Surprise Visit



Riley was horny. While this was nothing new it was unusual that he had no immediate plans to fix the problem. Not that he was a super stud or anything but he was a decent looking guy and had a reputation for being good in bed. This was mostly due to the fact that he always made sure to please his partner first, regardless of gender. He ran one hand thru his shaggy brown hair and another across his smoothly muscled chest. His hand continued down and started to slide into the front of his jeans. He stopped. 

"Hell no!" He said to himself. "Time for an unexpected visit!" 

He threw on a t-shirt and grabbed his car keys. He slid behind the wheel of his Jetta sport wagon and headed across town to his favorite girl, Lisa. They had met several months ago during an erotic encounter in a park and while they were not really a couple, he spent more time with her than anyone else. So far she seemed to be fine with the arrangement. He knew he was taking a chance because there was no guarantee she would be available but he did not want to spend the evening alone with his right hand! He pulled up to her apartment building and quickly found an empty spot. He felt himself getting hard at the prospect of finding her home alone; at least he hoped she would be. He got to her door and started to knock but something stayed his hand. Without really knowing why he decided to try the knob instead. To his surprise it opened easily. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. As he headed toward the living room he started to call out but stopped when he thought he heard a moan. His cock gave a lurch so he knew he had not imagined it. He quietly changed direction and headed for the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and now he definitely heard a low moaning. He slid up to the door and peeked in. What he saw took his breath away. There on the bed, naked, was Lisa and she was kissing a dark-skinned beauty! He stroked his cock thru his jeans, his brown eyes intent on the action in front of him. 

Lisa was a short-haired brunette with brown eyes and a slightly plump figure. She had nice round tits that Riley loved to squeeze and suck. Her friend had long black hair and amazing green eyes. They flashed with desire as the girl ran her hands over Lisa's breasts. Riley had his cock out now and he stroked it slowly as he watched from the darkened hallway. 

"Mmmmmm" Lisa moaned as her friend sucked at her nipples and squeezed her tits. She ran her hands thru the long hair, wrapping it around her fingers and pulling the girl's head into her chest. The girl pulled more of the tit flesh into her mouth, sucking and nibbling as she kneaded the round globes. She pulled back and reached a hand down to stroke Lisa's wet pussy. 

"What do you want?" She whispered as her fingers slid between the full pussy lips. 

"Oh Diane," Lisa moaned softly, "You know I want your tongue in me!" 

"Ah," thought Riley, "Her name is Diane. Good to know. Christ she is hot!" 

Diane began kissing her way down Lisa's body, making sure to nibble and suck at her sensitive inner elbows. She kissed and licked all the way down her stomach and then flicked her tongue at Lisa's clit. She smiled as she felt her friend's body jerk. She then proceeded to kiss the inner thighs and backs of the knees, her fingers trailing over Lisa's body. Lisa was raising her hips now, her pussy ready and waiting. Diane licked around the swollen pussy flesh and then sucked the lips into her mouth one at a time. Lisa was breathing fast now and her hands were grasping the sheets as she pushed her pussy toward Diane's face. Suddenly Diane thrust her tongue deep into Lisa's pussy, fucking it fast and hard. 

"God, yes!" Lisa gasped. Her hands found Diane's hair. She gripped it, her pussy thrusting against the strong tongue fucking in and out of the wet tunnel. Then Diane slid her tongue up, licking and sucking the hard clit. Her fingers found the steaming hole and fucked deep into it as she teased and lapped the hot wet slit. She slowed her fucking and lifted her head, looking up at Lisa's body writhing on the bed. 

"Damn, you taste good!" She exclaimed happily. Lisa just tightened her grip on Diane's hair and shoved her pussy into the girls face. Diane got the hint. She began licking and finger-fucking in earnest, rubbing the sensitive spot inside the dripping tunnel while alternating between licking and sucking on the hard clit. Lisa was bucking on the bed now, groaning loudly and rubbing herself on Diane's tongue. Diane nibbled the clit and flicked it with the tip of her tongue. Lisa ground her pussy into Diane's face trying to get the girl to make her come. Diane swallowed the juice flowing from the throbbing pussy and then kept up a nice even rhythm she knew would do the trick. She was soon rewarded by Lisa's orgasm. She felt Lisa's clit swell in her mouth and the pussy muscles clamp down hard.

"Ohhhh...damn!!" Lisa cried as she arched her back, coming hard, her pussy squeezing Diane's fingers as the waves of pleasure swept over her. Diane licked a few more times and then let her fingers be pushed out. She felt Lisa's body shudder as she slid up to lay on top of her, kissing her gently. 

"Did I do that right?" She asked, grinning. 

"Oh baby," Lisa sighed. "You know you did!" They kissed and hugged each other for a few moments before breaking apart to lay next to each other, Diane's head on Lisa's shoulder. 

Riley was trying his best not to pop. His cock was rock hard and he had to use every ounce of self-control he had not to just burst into the room and ram it into whichever pussy he could reach first. 

"My turn babe." Lisa said as she rolled on top of Diane. She kissed her deeply and nuzzled her neck. She began to kiss her way down Diane's body, making sure to spend some time sucking on her smallish, firm rounded tits. She sucked and nibbled the nipples, flicking her tongue and then sucking the hard nubs into her mouth. Diane gasped and tangled her fingers in Lisa's hair. 

"Oh, that feels so good" she moaned. 

Lisa just grinned and squeezed the tit flesh roughly while she sucked hard on the nipples. She bit gently eliciting a loud moan from Diane before she began kissing her way down again. She made sure to run her hands over every inch of skin she could reach as she kissed and licked her tummy and thighs. Suddenly she licked Diane's clit and felt her friend jerk. 

"Like that, baby?" she asked as she continued to tease, her tongue flicking in and around the wet pussy. 

"Yes!" Diane gasped, "You are so evil!" 

Lisa just chuckled and teased her some more. Suddenly she thought she heard a noise. She looked at the doorway but did not see anyone. Still.... she shrugged and turned back to the object of her desire.

Riley pulled back just in time. Damn, that was close! He tried to control his breathing but he could not stop stroking himself as he watched the two women making love to each other. 

Lisa thrust her tongue deep into the waiting pussy. She lapped up the sweet juices as she tongue fucked her friend. She licked across the clit and sucked at the pussy lips. Diane was moaning loudly and pumping her hips. Lisa slid a finger inside, pushing and rubbing the special spot inside the molten tunnel. She continued to lick and suck at the clit in the rhythm of the moving hips while she rubbed and fucked with her finger. Suddenly it hit her; what she thought she had seen in the doorway! A cockhead! 

"Please don't stop!" Diane cried as Lisa raised her head up. 

"Don't worry, I won't!" Lisa said as she dove right back into the hot, wet pussy. She was smiling as she realized it had to be Riley! She licked and finger fucked her friend with renewed energy now. She made sure to rub and nibble the clit, sucking it into her mouth and then gently tonguing it until she felt it start to swell. Just as she knew Diane was about to come she reached a hand back, crooked a finger, and made "come here" gestures at the door. 

Riley was surprised when he saw Lisa letting him know to come in. She must have seen him after all! Well, he was now invited and he was not about to turn it down. He eased the door open just as Diane began to cry out with the force of her orgasm. 

"Oh God! Oh baby!" Diane screamed, her hips jerking off the bed. Lisa held on and tongued her pussy just enough to make her squirm even more. 

"Ohhhh..damn!" she cried as she thrashed around on the bed. Lisa finally took pity and let her go, rolling away. 

Riley stepped up to the bed, his pants around his knees now as he reached out for Diane and grabbed her long legs by the thighs. He slid her down to the edge of the bed and before she even realized what was happening he slid all 6 inches of his raging hard-on deep into her dripping pussy. Diane's eyes flew open wide!

"Uhuuhh!" was all she could manage as the handsome stranger thrust in and out of her pussy, his hands holding her legs up, his hips rocking back and forth, balls tapping her ass. Lisa reached out and squeezed Diane's tits. 

"How's that, baby?" She asked as she leaned over to kiss her friend. 

"Good! So good!" Diane moaned, kissing her back. They kissed deeply and caressed each other as Riley continued to fuck, his thrusts beginning to increase in tempo. 

"Oh yes!" Diane groaned, "Fuck me good!" She was pushing back now, matching his thrusts. He grabbed her hips as she wrapped her legs around him and he slammed his cock in. 

"Yes, oh yes!" Diane cried out as Riley fucked her hard and fast, giving her every inch with each thrust. He pounded her with his cock, his balls slapping her ass. Lisa was squeezing and sucking Diane's tits while Riley rammed his dick in and out of the dripping hole. Suddenly he thrust himself deep, arched his back, and groaned loudly as he filled her with his come. 

"Oh man, oh damn!" he cried as he gave a few more thrusts, his semen dripping from her hole. Then he slid out, his cock limp and satisfied. 

Diane and Lisa were kissing again and did not seem to remember he was in the room. He went over to a chair to remove his clothes. They would remember soon enough! He watched the action as he removed his shoes and socks. 

Lisa was on top of Diane and they were kissing deeply as Lisa rubbed her thigh against the sensitive clit. Diane moaned as Lisa moved her whole body so that both of them were getting their pussies rubbed at the same time. Lisa was breathing heavily as she thrust herself into Diane, making sure she was hitting the right spot. Diane was scratching her nails down Lisa's back and squeezing her ass, digging her nails in just enough to make a mark but not draw blood. Lisa grabbed the top edge of the wood bedframe for leverage and began increasing the tempo of her thrusts. Diane raised her leg so that her thigh was pushed against Lisa's pussy nice and tight. Their bodies were rocking the bed now as Lisa rammed herself into Diane. 

Riley tried to slide his jeans off but found that all he could do was watch. He began stroking his cock again.

Lisa reached down and sucked a tit into her mouth. Diane grabbed her hair and groaned. Lisa switched breasts and then began kissing and biting Diane's neck and shoulders. She heard the change in her friends moans and knew she was about to come again! She kept up her rhythm, pounding her body into Diane's until her friend began to come, her orgasm making her gasp.

"Uhhh, Uhhhh! Oh God! Oh Damn!" Diane cried as she held Lisa tight, her body shuddering. Lisa continued to kiss her neck and shoulders, then her lips. Finally she rolled off and lay on her back, catching her breath. Diane just went limp, her body sated. Lisa looked over at Riley and smiled.

"So, Riley- this is Diane. Diane, Riley. Now you two have officially met!" They all laughed. Diane lay back and relaxed while Lisa sat up and motioned to Riley.

"Hey, you ready yet?" she asked Riley, grinning. Riley knew she was being a smart ass but he did not mind. He just smiled back as he held his hard cock for her to see. 

"Well, then! Get over here!" Lisa chuckled. Riley quickly shucked his jeans, walked to the side of the bed and stood in front of her, his cock almost touching her full lips. She got the idea, taking his cock into her mouth. She grabbed the base of his prick and ran her tongue all around the head and the shaft. She sucked him into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. Riley moaned and grabbed her head thrusting himself into her mouth, enjoying the sight of her lips around his meat. She held him and let him fuck her face a bit before pulling back. 

"Ok, big boy! My turn!" She said, patting her pussy. Riley climbed on the bed and slid between her legs. Diane reached over and squeezed Lisa's breasts as Riley fucked his cock deep into the hot wet pussy. Lisa wrapped her legs around Riley as he fucked her slow and smooth. Diane was sucking and squeezing her tits now. Riley timed his thrusts so that Diane could reach everywhere she wanted. Then he leaned up and pushed Lisa's legs up until they rested on his shoulders. Diane reached down and began playing with Lisa's clit while Riley fucked her deep. 

"Oh baby! That feels so damn good!" Lisa groaned. "Yes, fuck me good!" Riley began pumping his hips a bit faster. Diane was reaching one hand around and squeezing his ass and his balls while she fingered Lisa. Lisa was rubbing and scratching Diane's back, moaning softly. Riley was fucking her nice and steady now, his cock sliding almost all the way out and then slamming back to the hilt, his balls slapping her ass. He felt her pussy muscles contracting around his shaft and he knew she was close. He sped up just a bit, fucking her a little harder. Lisa was groaning loudly as Diane rubbed her clit in a steady rhythm, feeling the little nub swelling. Suddenly Lisa raised her hips and cried out with the force of her orgasm. Her pussy squeezed Riley firmly and he knew he was going to come too. He thrust his cock in deep a few more strokes and then he groaned deeply, her pussy muscles pulling the juice out of his prick, filling her fuck hole and draining him. He slid out, letting her legs fall, come dripping from her slit. 

The girls were once again kissing. This time he crawled between them and joined in. He kissed Lisa deeply and then kissed Diane gently. He lay back and they snuggled on each side of him. He just wrapped an arm around each girl and fell asleep with a big smile on his face. What a nice surprise. 



Riley: Adventure in the Wild



Another fun afternoon in the park. Well, it was supposed to be. The girl Riley was waiting on did not show and so now he was spending this beautiful day wandering thru the wooded trails all on his own, feeling just a little bit sorry for himself. He sighed and kept walking, feeling the slight breeze on his face but not really watching where he was going. Suddenly his head snapped up; he thought he heard giggling coming from behind some bushes! He stopped to listen and then he heard it again. He walked a little closer and now he thought he heard two voices. 

"Come on, do it again!" A girl's voice said. Then more giggling. Riley snuck up to the bushes and peeked thru. What he saw made his cock lurch! There in the clearing, lying on a blanket in the grass, were two half-naked girls kissing and touching each other! They both looked like they were in their late teens or early twenties. The blond had a slim figure with perky breasts while the brunette was a bit bigger with nice round tits and smooth brown skin. He watched as they kissed again. The blond bent down and sucked at a nipple as the brunette arched her back and ran her fingers thru the long blonde hair. 

"God, that's good! She exclaimed. The blond started massaging the brunette's ample tit flesh as she sucked and rolled the nipples in her mouth. She nibbled lightly and the brunette moaned. Riley was rubbing his crotch,the bulge growing as he watched. The girls were breathing faster now and he stared as the brunette tried to get her hand into the other girl's shorts. They broke apart and quickly yanked off the rest of their clothes. Completely naked now they began exploring each other more, fingers sliding toward crotches, breasts rubbing together as they kissed deeply. Riley looked around but saw no one else coming down the trail. When he looked back the brunette had managed to slide two fingers into the blonde's wet pussy making her moan with pleasure. She fucked her fingers in and out and Riley just knew she was feeling the pussy walls squeezing her. The blond leaned back and opened her legs more. 

"Damn I could use a good stiff cock right now!" She said as she raised her hips to allow the fingers to go deeper. Riley knew a cue when he heard one. He unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and stepped thru the bushes into the clearing. 

"Your wish is granted, my lady! He grinned. They both gasped in shock at first but then relaxed and giggled some more as they saw the handsome brown haired stranger was not going to rush them. He stood there and stroked himself while they made introductions. The blue-eyed blonde was Mandy and the brunette with the smoky brown eyes and full lips, Lisa. They moved over to Riley, reaching up to pull his jeans and underwear down so they had full access to his hard prick. Mandy stroked it while Lisa played with his balls. He moaned and ran his fingers thru their hair. Lisa's hair was much shorter than Mandy's but nice and soft. Then Mandy took him into her mouth and sucked him, running her tongue all along the shaft and nibbling the tip. He grabbed her head and fucked her mouth a few times. Lisa held his cock at the base so he could not go too deep. He relaxed and let Mandy have his cock. She licked the shaft up and down, sucking on his knob before releasing him. Then it was Lisa's turn. She had obviously had more experience than Mandy since she grabbed his cock and took it all the way into her throat. Riley felt a little weak at the knees it was so good! Mandy massaged his ass as he fucked himself into Lisa's willing mouth. He held her hair as he pushed in and out slow and steady. She took every inch, her mouth and tongue working him with each stroke. She timed her breathing so she could take him deep into her throat. She reached down and squeezed his balls a few times. He was breathing heavily and she could feel his cock twitch. She pulled away quickly.

"Oh no, big boy! That cock is going into Mandy's pussy before you pop!" She said as she started pulling his pants down. He took the hint and yanked off the rest of his clothes, allowing them to see his firm, yet not too muscular body. Lisa kissed him deeply and rubbed his chest with her full tits. He ran his hands all over her body and then grabbed a tit with his mouth. She held his head, her fingers twining in his shaggy hair, moaning as he sucked the nipple into his mouth, nibbling and licking it, switching back and forth between her tits. Then he got to his knees and kissed his way down to her pussy. He managed to get in a few licks before Mandy pulled at him and he went down with her. He moved between her legs, gazing at the hot wet flesh open before him. He leaned down and licked her clit a few times. She arched her back and moaned. He quickly moved up and slid his cock all the way in. She gasped and wrapped her legs around him. He held still for a moment, letting her pussy adjust to his cock. Then he began to fuck her slowly, sliding his cock smoothly in and out. But Mandy had other ideas. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me good!" She groaned as she thrust herself against him. Riley always aimed to please. He rammed his cock deep into her hole, fucking her faster. Lisa leaned over and sucked Mandy's tits, squeezing the small round flesh. She ran her hands down and rubbed Mandy's clit while Riley fucked his hard shaft in and out. 

"Damn, fuck me hard!" Mandy exclaimed as she raised her hips off the ground and slammed herself onto Riley's prick. He pushed Lisa away and pulled Mandy's legs over his shoulders, practically folding her in half, going as deep as he could. He rammed the hot pussy flesh over and over, his cock plunging in and out causing her juices to flow everywhere. He grunted as he slammed his body into her, fucking her hard and fast. He was sure someone would hear her moans and him slapping against her ass!

"Oh yes! Fuck me so good!" she cried, not caring who heard! "I'm gonna come! Oh yes, YES!!" She screamed, her back arching as she began to shudder, her pussy juice flowing out to cover her ass. Her pussy was squeezing his cock and he knew he was going to come too. He gave a couple more deep hard thrusts and then he groaned, his spurting cock filling her with his hot come. It dribbled out as he pushed in deeper trying to give her every drop. Breathing hard they collapsed together as their bodies shook with pleasure. Then he slowly pulled out and rolled over onto his back. Mandy was spent and she just lay there with a smile on her face. Lisa was pouting but Riley reached over and slid a finger into her pussy. She smiled and spread her legs so he could get better access. 

"Just give me a minute, babe," He said. "I can help you out too!" He slid two fingers into the dripping hole. His thumb circled her clit as his fingers fucked into her, making sure to rub that special spot just inside her snatch. She squeezed her tits and moaned. Then she leaned over and took him into her mouth. To her delight he began to get hard again! She licked and sucked at his cock, squeezing his balls, sucking his knob and nibbling the sensitive flesh just underneath. His fingers continued to fuck her slowly as she tongued his prick. Then she pushed his hand away and climbed on top of him. He held her hips as she slid her hot, wet tunnel down onto his now rock-hard dick. He groaned and squeezed her tit flesh, rubbing her nipples and rolling them between his fingers. Then Mandy got up on her knees and kissed Lisa deep. Their tongues played as she squeezed and rolled the brunettes tits. Lisa began sliding herself up and down on Riley's cock, slow and easy. He played with Mandy's tits as she kissed Lisa. Mandy reached around and played with his balls. He was growling deep in his throat now. 

"Oh honey," she said to Lisa, "I think he wants to come in you!" 

"Mmmmm..."was all Lisa could manage. His cock was buried deep in her pussy now. She rubbed his chest and used him to push herself up. Just as he felt himself about to slip out Riley grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. She gasped and let herself slide down again. She fucked him slowly watching his smooth face and brown eyes as he stared at her pussy sliding up and down his shaft. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, moaning softly. Riley leaned up and held her close, kissing her neck and shoulders as she rode his dick. He kissed Mandy too as she massaged his balls and Lisa's ass. He managed to lean over and suck one of Mandy's small tits into his mouth. He gently bit the nipple and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. He smiled and then sucked Lisa's tits. 

"God, yes!" She moaned, "That feels so damn good!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and bounced herself up and down faster. Riley lay back down and raised his knees for leverage. Then he grabbed her hips and began fucking himself up into her hot wet pussy flesh. She braced herself on his chest and rode him like a bronco as he plunged in and out, his hips and ass slamming the ground and then ramming back up again. Her juices coated his thighs and her ample tits bounced up and down as he fucked her hard. 

"Damn! You sure can fuck!" Mandy grinned as she watched her friend getting rammed by Riley's big dick. Suddenly Lisa cried out, her hands gripping his chest. She was coming and her pussy was squeezing Riley's prick hard! 

"Damn, you are tight!" He gasped as he thrust deep into her steaming flesh, feeling himself being squeezed and pumped by her tight pussy walls. Groaning he held himself inside the hot wetness as he felt his cock begin to spurt. He held her onto his prick until he was thru, his jizz oozing out to coat his balls. Finally he let his cock slip out as she eased herself off and lay beside him. Mandy leaned over and cleaned him off with her tongue. His cock twitched but did not rise. 

"Wow, I think you girls actually wore me out for a little while!" Riley grinned. He lay back and the girls snuggled up on either side. He wrapped his arms around their shoulders, sighing with contentment. The sun was shining down on the three new lovers and as Riley dozed off he thought:

"What a great day for a walk in the park!"



Riley and Wilfred Burton



Riley and Wilfred Burton, that's us. We married upon graduation from college; we were only twenty-two, but we were madly in love. Aged 37, now, the both of us. We met nineteen years gone when she'd come to William S. Goddard High as a transfer in her, our, senior year.

She was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, and I decided I had to have her at any cost. That tab, the price of falling in love with her, would be a long time coming due, but, when it did; it would prove to be more than I was willing to pay. 

That last year in prep school was wild. We'd gotten each other's cherry, and everything looked rosy. Upon graduation we both attended the University of Chicago on partial scholarship—the only way our parents could afford it even with us working part time to defray some of the costs. We eventually staggered out of school both having gotten our degrees in Business Management. GPAs? Hers 3.74, mine 3.68. She never let me forget that she'd bested me by .06 grade points. 

We tied the knot three months after graduation and began life in earnest. Early on, we'd talked over how we were going to launch our lives. Finally, it was decided that Riley would go to work while I went after the MBA. Because of that decision having kids was put on the back burner. Her job? Milford wholesalers. Milford Inc. was a wholesaler of a universe of products: everything from computer software to ladies lingerie. Milford's clients were mostly general merchandise retail chains along with any number of independents in the same lines. 

Upon graduation with my MBA, I went looking for a job. One week into the process I came home to find a strange car parked in my driveway; it was 4:00PM. Oh, and it was a very nice car: a Cadillac actually. The owner of the ride was in our living room sipping tea. The man was dressed in what had to be a three-thousand dollar suit. Sitting next to him was my wife. 

"Hi honey, we have a guest," said Riley, standing and coming to me, she planted a wifely kiss on my cheek and smiled—broadly. I gave her a questioning look, and smiled back at her. She led me over to the man, who stood and shook my hand. 

"Honey, this is John Milford. He owns the company I work for," said Riley.

"How do you do, sir?" I said. 

"Good. And you, young man," he said." I responded appropriately.

Riley took my hand a led me to the chair across from the couch and gave my hand a small squeeze in the doing of it.

I was suitably impressed with the stranger who I judged to be in his late forties. And, well I might have been impressed. At my then age of twenty-five, he was exactly what I thought I would someday be myself if things worked out they way I hoped.

Riley was dressed very nicely too. A lot nicer than usual. I figured her efforts had to do with the presence of the man I was shaking hands with. It was but a moment later that I discovered how right I was. 

I motioned the man to have a seat. He reseated himself and I followed suit. My wife still smiling brightly joined him. I thought it a little odd that she was sitting on the couch by him instead of by me, but it wasn't odd enough for me to say anything.

"Honey, Joh—mister Milford, has something for us," she said. And, yes I did notice that she had almost used the first name of the man, but had caught herself in mid-pronunciation and had used the more formal appellation instead. I let it go.

"Yes, Mr. Burton," he said. "Actually, I am here to offer you a job. Your wife works directly under one of my division chiefs and does such a good job that when she came to me, to us, to ask about job opportunities for someone with your background, or actually, you; we gave her a listen; and well, here we are."

"Oh—okay—I mean really? What..." I stuttered.

"Initially you would be working under Rod Mercer, he handles independent outlets all over the country for us. You'd be his field liaison with our various suppliers of product. You'd be answering directly to him.

"It's a good job, Mr. Burton. Definitely not an entry level position. A lot will be expected of you if you sign on," he said. "The job does require a deal of travel too, I should add." I nodded.

"Rlies?" I said. She nodded vigorously.

"Oh yes, honey, this is just what we, you, were hoping for. And we'll be working for the same company. Not the same divisions, but at least the same firm," she said.

I threw up my hands. I was happy, I guess; at least my search was over. My wife was happy for sure. Nothing had been said about income at that point, but I was betting it would be pretty good, or my wife wouldn't have been so ebullient. "Okay," I said. "When do I start and where and..."

"You start Monday, if that's all right," said Mr. Milford. "Pay is seventy-five annual if you care," he said. He was smiling as he said it; he clearly expected me to be pleased. I was; I mean especially after he'd announced the pay scale. 

"It's fine, and I do care!" I said, letting my enthusiasm show. 

"Well, good, young man. I should tell you that you will be accompanying Mr. Mercer almost immediately on a short trip, kind of a training junket for you," he said. "But, well, Mr. Mercer will fill you in on that on Monday."

The small talk, and some not so small talk, continued for a little bit; finally, the big man, stood, said his goodbyes, and we showed him out. 

My wife and I were alone. We faced each other, and she started to laugh, a little hysterically, I thought, but it was kind of a crazy moment. Crazy enough to cover up some glaring reasons for concern, I'd later realize; that, much, much later. What reasons? What concerns?

One, finding a well known CEO of a major company sitting in the living room of essentially an inexperienced kid, me. My wife's good record with the company the man ran notwithstanding.

Two, I'd hoped and prayed, that I could find an entry level job that paid 40K in what was essentially a lousy job market. To be offered a mid-level position at almost twice that amount should have been a red flag for damn sure.

Three, I was going to be travelling, and that almost immediately at company's expense. Travelling and presumably buying with virtually no experience; oh yeah, that definitely should have been a tell. 

My upcoming trip with Mr. Mercer would likely be a good learning experience, but was that going to be enough for someone as green as me. I made a pledge to myself that I was going to do my damnedest to make sure it was—but still....

Mr. Mercer would likely turn out to be a manager with top notch skills, but it just didn't feel right, or more accurately shouldn't have felt right.

But all such thoughts were far from me at that moment. Indeed, though all was more than surreal, was I complaining or suspicious or concerned? Not on your life. I was young, and confident and immortal and all of the usual things. Cloud nine had never been so firmly occupied as it was by me at that moment.

******

"Mr. Milford will see you now, miss Burton," said the receptionist. She started down the hall, stopped at a framed picture of some former VIP and appraised herself in the reflection from the glass. 

Not bad, she thought: young and gorgeous, a great combination. Her tight middie skirt, her matching tan blouse, her spikes all complemented what she saw in that reflection. Yes, ma'am, she smiled to herself, Riley Burton is one very successful executive secretary, and more than well appreciated by the company CEO. 

That appreciation of her—uhr—talents had its rewards. She'd been able to see to it that her beloved man, Wilfred Langford Burton, her Will, got the job he wanted and deserved; and, at a much higher salary than he—even she—expected. Of course there was a price, but it was one she was more than willing to pay, she thought. 

She entered his office without knocking. "Hi boss," she said, seating herself across from him and in front of his desk.

"And good morning to you missus Burton," he said, smiling. "How is hubby today, if I may ask?"

"He's happy as a clam, and so am I," she said.

"Not suspicious of my generosity?" said the man.

"No. I guess one could say he's in a state of wonderment at the moment. Mister Milford, John, I hope he doesn't disappoint you," said Riley.

"I'm not worried. Mercer's a good man. He'll teach him the ropes, and if I'm any judge, your husband will make the grade. But, don't worry, his job is in no danger regardless. He has an insurance policy in you. But—uh—I think it may be time for you to pay one of your insurance premiums. Don't you?" he said.

"Certainly," she said. She stood, turned, locked the door, and came to him. Kneeling in front of him, she pulled down his zipper and felt his cock through his underpants. She grinned. "Looks like you're ready for me."

"Oh yeah," he said. Pulling his cock out of his pants, she stroked it slowly and surveyed its eight-inch length and wrist thick girth; her husband's equipment was maybe half the size of this magnificent fuck engine, she thought; she sighed at the thought. 

She began licking and sucking him. It felt like she had a slightly curved steel rod in her mouth. In but a few minutes she felt him shudder. He came—hard and long and copiously; she swallowed it all.

Cleaning himself up, he watched as she straightened her cloths. She leaned back against the desk and watched as he zipped up. She smiled.

Done, he leaned back in his chair, once more the imperial CEO. "You know, Mrs. Burton, I can't figure it. You're smart, pretty, sexy to the nth degree: and yet, you married a man who is pretty clearly beneath you. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm sure he's a great guy and all, but...?"

"He is a great guy, and he's pretty smart too. You've got his college transcripts. Beneath me? Only in the sense that he's shorter than me, okay, a lot shorter than me. But the package? Believe me, John, my husband will be the best employee you ever had, and he won't be long in proving it to you either," she said. He smiled indulgently at her.

"And yet, you felt the need to use your—influence—to get him a job," he said. "I gotta tell yuh, I see hiring him is a risk, a small one, but a risk. If he ever catches on to—well you know—he's not gonna be real happy."

"As for using my influence, as you put it, let's just say I'm the impatient type. I didn't want to be waitin' five years for him to be appreciated. I'll do pretty much whatever I have to avoid that bullshit," she said. "Especially when what I am required to do is so much fun!" she began to giggle uncontrollably. 

He flashed her a phony frown. "Okay, well, I hope you're right about him making the grade in a hurry. This is a business. I can afford to give him an opportunity, but not to institutionalize mediocrity," he said; "it would set a bad example for the troops." She nodded, and the nod was a serious one. She resolved to train her man, if necessary, to be a top notch performer. She was around the best all of the time; she knew the game. She hoped that her Will did too."

******

I did go on the training junket with Mr. Mercer. He was a man I would learn to respect and admire, a man who knew everything about the business; and, learning from him was not only effective it was actually fun.

The next twelve years were good years. Riley and I did well financially and we did even better in the bedroom. We never tired of each other. That simple and single fact was, in the end, to threaten our marriage.

******

"Oh honey that feels so good. I've got to get you up one more time." It was the third time that evening. She did and we did it. 

"Jesus, Riles, I think you're going to be the death of me, but what a way to go," I said, as we lay there panting.

"Like it did you?" she said.

"Oh yeah," I said. "You know I don't understand it, Riles."

"What's that, darling man?"

"Well, we've been married for fifteen years and we're still getting it on like newlyweds. Not many can say as much.

"The early years, the first few years, were good, Riles, but they weren't this good. It's only been since we've worked for the company that we..." I stopped in mid-sentence. Riley's contented look faded for the briefest of moments, I noticed, but she gathered herself.

"Because the pressure of school and everything was off after you started to work for Milford," she said.

"Pressure off? Hardly Riles, The job I've got has me on edge most of the time. I'm so dragged out some nights that even you can't get a rise out of me," I said. She looked away, so I didn't see the concern that painted her features.

"The truth is, Will, you are just a much better lover than you were in the early years. A much better one," she said, grinning.

"Thanks—I guess," I said. But there was something wrong. She got me off subject by bringing up my favorite one, our babies. Well, they weren't exactly babies anymore. But at age twelve the twins were as beautiful as their mother and as active as any children I'd ever heard of.

Riles and I had deferred having children while I'd worked on my MBA. And, we'd planned to wait a bit even then, until I could land a good enough job to make it sensible to enlarge the family. But, the job at Milford inc. arrested all of those concerns and so we'd made the plunge. I fucked her pregnant, and we were almost immediately blessed with twin girls.

"Gabi and Gret are joining the soccer team," she said. I noticed she'd changed the subject, but her news interested me and got me off track. 

"So we're going to be soccer moms, then," I said. Now I was smiling, and she noticeably relaxed. I say noticeably because I noticed it.

"Well, unless you've grown a pussy, you'll be a soccer dad, okay big man?" she said.

"Whatever you say, dear," I said. She was always calling me big man even though it was clear tha that was the one thing that I was not. At five-six and one-forty, I was three inches shorter than she was and only twenty pounds heavier. I was in pretty good shape—she'd insisted on me taking care of myself, so I did—but, I was never going to be a big man. It had never been an issue for us, and looked never to become one; but it did kinda rankle sometimes when I thought she was needling me.

The girls actually turned out to be very good at sports. Not because of anything they inherited from me for sure; they just worked hard and made it on effort. Now, maybe they did inherit that particular trait. Both their mother and myself were barn burners when it came to our careers. And our incomes and promotions were hard evidence of it. 

Mister Milford actually seemed surprised in the early going that I was as productive as I was. That kind of bothered me. It was like he figured I wouldn't make it and was therefore surprised. I had to ask myself why he offered me such a good start up job, if he had doubts about me. But, at any rate, I hadn't disappointed him and he let me know it more or less regularly.

Twelve years with the company now, and I was up for a vice presidency. Mister Mercer was about to retire and there are only two names are on the list to get his seat at the table: mine, and Cap Winetraub's. Cap just happens to be my wife's boss. He's in charge of a division that deals with the chain operations not the independents like mine does. The job was for the division handling the independents I had to feel I was a tad more qualified than Cap is, even though Cap had a deal more seniority than I did, but the choice was Mister Milford's not mine not Cap's. That, at least, was the situation until today. It's not anymore. 

The choice was to be announced at the company's annual All Divisions Meeting in June, two weeks hence. 

Maybe an update on the status of my wife and I in terms of our careers, to put things in perspective, is in order before proceeding.

My wife's still an executive secretary, but one that has the influence of a personal assistant and confidant. Her salary of $100K annual is evidence of that. Mine as National Coordinator for Independent Operations, one step below the VPship, paid well too: $200K annual. That kind of income, ours, allowed the two of us to do very well for ourselves. We'd invested in property and certain common stocks that were virtually guaranteed not to dive even in a bear market. We're doing well. Yes, everything's rosy; well, everything was rosy until today, as I indicated. 

******

My boss and I had finished earlier than expected and had gotten back into town almost a week sooner than expected, that after a tour of four Southern states. I hadn't called Riley and told her. For no good reason, I had decided to surprise her. I was the one surprised. Boy, was I ever.

I stood in the hallway of our one story ranch style, and listened while he fucked her.

"Ohmyohmyohmy," she repeated over and over again. She must have cum two or even three times while I listened. The man was clearly very skilled at screwing my wife. The man? Why John Milford, CEO of Milford Inc.

I peaked around the door jamb and watched as he ploughed her from behind. They were facing away from the doorway and didn't see me. Her butt was raised high in the air and her 36C cups dangled down from her chest adding to the sexiness of the image. God she was beautiful, just a magnificent female creature, I thought. And, obviously a cheater and a whore. 

He was ramming her mercilessly now. I had to think he was hurting her, but she kept begging for more. 

I slipped back away from the door jamb to hear what I could hear. He would cum soon, I was certain, and then they would talk. I wanted to know what they would be saying to each other, and what they might be saying about me.

I heard the rustle of bed clothes as he must've rolled off of her. There was some sighing and kissing going on, loud kissing.

"You were fantastic today," he said. 

"Of course," she giggled. "You're the best. It's easy to be fantastic with that kind of inspiration."

"You men my cock?" he said. She must have pointed at his penis judging by his response. I looked down toward where my cock was hidden by my pants. I wondered how big he was, or if he was just good at what he did in bed.

"You like my big guy?" he said.

"Oh yes. It's twice the size of Will's. I so wish he was bigger than he is, but I just have to make do with what he's got, I guess. It's not very satisfying, but it's better than nothing, I suppose," she said. They both laughed, and that heartily; they were laughing at me. In that moment two things happened. One, I got my answer as to how big his cock was; and two, my marriage ended. All that was left of me and Riley, now, as a couple, were the lawyers and the inevitable tears and shouting and whatever.

I went downstairs to await his departure. I'd be quitting of course. I couldn't possibly work for the man after I'd become his cuckold. Too bad, it'd been a good job.

I made myself a drink, a stiff one, at the little wet bar in the den and settled in. Maybe an hour later I heard the faint sound of water running. One or both of them were probably showering.

The den had a direct line of sight to the front room through the kitchen. They came into view, embraced, kissed, and said something private that I didn't hear. Then, they saw me staring at them.

Riley was wearing a robe but it was open and her bald mound was visible and beautiful. I wanted to fuck and kill her at one and the same time. But, neither was going to happen. helluva note.

"Will," said the man who then apparently lost his voice. I waved him off. That seemed to silence him. She closed her robe, interesting I thought, an attempt at modesty under the circumstances seemed more than superfluous. She turned to him and said something. He nodded, turned, and walked out.

"You weren't supposed to see that," she said, the she being my wife. "How long have you been here?"

"A couple of hours, and no, I wouldn't imagine that I was supposed to see that—or hear—you know, how little you think of me as a man. How long," I said.




Riley and Wilfred Burton



"It doesn't matter," she said. "And you are every inch a man. Never doubt that. I mean it." 

"That long? And you really think I'm a man, every inch a man? Then explain to me how you could say the things you said in there, especially about my cock," I said. 

I was actually feeling mellow. Wasn't I supposed to feel hurt, cold, angry something when I catch the love of my life fucking another man in our marital bed?

"Will, I'm sorry. But—it's not a problem really. I know you're hurt. Even if you don't know it yet," she said. "I did it—and, Will, I'm not sorry I did it—except for the hurting you part, like I said. And, my words—oh my how I wish I could take them back. God! How it must have hurt you to hear that."

"Interesting. You look awfully satisfied with yourself if I may say so. You're not sorry you did it? How am I supposed to deal with that?" I said. 

"It's just sex, Will. I don't love Mr. Milford and he doesn't love me. He, we, just do it once in a while. It's, what, recreation, I guess," she said.

"Once in a while. Recreation. Like I said interesting," I said. Then, it hit me. You've been doing him since the beginning haven't you," I said. She looked down. 

"My great job, the starting salary were rewards for you doing him? Right" I said.

"It hasn't hurt us a bit, Will. And, as for me getting you the job, well, yes, that part is true. But, you have more than proven yourself over the years. Your promotions were all on your own, no help from me," she said. "You sure didn't need me for that." 

"But if I had needed it you'd have been there for me. Right? I mean in his bed, or, maybe our bed?" I said. "Right?"

"Will, you didn't need my help. You're good. I am very proud of you. I truly mean that. And if it matters, Joh...Mr. Milford is proud of you too," she said.

"That's nice, and no it doesn't matter anymore. Not since I now know I've been his cuckold, and yours, for years," I said. "A fucking cucky for god's sake. Well, that pretty much wipes out any vestige of self-respect that I might ever have been able to lay claim to doesn't it. I'm a fucking joke. A wimpy-assed fucking joke. Thanks a helluva lot, Riles.

"Can I ask? Are my kids even mine?" I said.

"Will Burton! I..."

"Save it Riley. I wouldn't believe anything you say now anyway. Not after discovering that you have been lying and cheating on me for years.

I had to ask. "Who was going to get the vice presidency at the meeting?" I said. "I mean if you're privy to such high things."

"Will, you deserve the VPship," she said; she looked sincere. 

"I deserve it because you are a great piece of ass. Right, Riles?" I said.

"Will, John would have given it to you anyway. You and Cap are both good men. But, you have the edge having been involved with the independents. My pussy did not buy that for you," she said. She'd actually said that.

"Well, it's over now," I said. "I will be resigning tomorrow effective immediately."

"What! You'd quit a job you've put so much into? A job that pays you twice..." she'd slipped up there.

"Yeah, right, twice what I'm worth. I mean without your pussy to support me," I said.

"Will, it's not like that at all. You've got to stop being so childish. You do not need to quit your job. Yes, I fucked up doing it here in the house. But, you were supposed to be gone for another week. 

"Will, I refuse to get all teary eyed and weepy over something that doesn't need to affect us at all."

"Can I ask why you did it in the first place? Am I that bad a lover, husband? I mean I heard you in there belittling me, but I know you and I have—well, I guess not, huh." She looked frustrated, no, determined.

"Truth?" I nodded. She hesitated; she was obviously wondering if, under the circumstances, telling the adorned truth was a good idea. I guess she decided that it was, but she was going to sugarcoat it a bit to make it, the truth, less cruel.

"You're a great husband, Will. But, in bed, well, you're okay. Nothing extra, but you are okay, You even get me off once in a while, and it's mighty hard for any man to get a woman off by fucking her regardless of what you think," she said.

"Nothing extra. You sure no how to hurt a guy," I said.

"Shit, I didn't mean that. Will, I just want to be up front with you. John, well, he's special in bed. His wife doesn't do it for him anymore, so I help him out once in a while. That's all," she said. 

"What's once in a while, Riles. How often is that. How often do you light his fire?" I said. 

"What the fuck difference does that make, Will. No let me answer my own question. It doesn't make any difference whatsoever. It hasn't hurt us a bit. Well, not until today."

"You said you wanted to be up front, Riles. So..."

"Okay, you asked for it. Almost every day, but at work, not here," she said.

That one threw me for a loop. I sagged back onto the couch I'd been sitting on. 

It seemed odd, but I could smell her scent from the several feet that separated us, and it kinda turned me on. 

"Jesus, I guess I must be some kind of clueless fool for sure, huh. The two of you must have had a lot of laughs at my expense over the years? I mean like today," I said.

"Will, nobody laughed at you, certainly not me," she said. "Today, was just a stupid bit of silliness on my part. Please, you've got to forgive me."

"I don't believe you, Riles. But, I guess that's one thing that really doesn't matter. The fact is that I was laughable. Helluva note. You know, Riles, I really thought that our marriage was one of the few really good ones. Just goes to show you, doesn't it.

"But, I do have just have one more question. Are we going to have to fight tooth and nail over custody? I really need to be around my girls, help bring them up, you know," I said. "I could forgive a lot on some level, Riles, but never if you are going to screw me over in the divorce too," I said.

"What? Custody? Divorce! What are you talking about. You can't be thinking of divorcing me. We've been together for fifteen years, longer really. We're a couple—soulmates." I smiled at her. 

"We're done, Riles. I really do love you, always will. But, you obviously don't love me," I said.

"Will, today was an anomaly, and aberration. I will never-never-ever do anything to humiliate you like this again. And I do accept that I humiliated and belittled you. I will pay for that, believe me, for a long long time. I do love you, Will. More today than when we were married," she said. "John isn't part of us. He's just recreation."

"Riley, You just got done telling me that you have been making a cuckold out of me for the past twelve years at least. And, you admit to giving him at least twice the pussy that you ever gave me. Please, do you have any idea how I am feeling right now? You've destroyed me, Riles. You've killed my heart. Congratu-fucking-lations."

"No, Will, please. This is a very solvable problem. Really. Will, I will make this up to you in spades. You have to give me a chance. Just a chance," she said.

"You want a chance, Riles. Really?" I said. She looked hopeful.

"My God yes," she said.

"Okay, I will make you this offer. A one-time offer good for one minute, Riley. It's ironclad. Call him up, now. Tell him to fuck himself that you are quitting and that he is never to contact you again, not even to send you your final check—never—no contact. Whaddya say, Mrs. Riley Burton?" I said. The look on her face said it all.

"That's what I thought," I said. I'd already stood and was headed for the door. At the last second I turned to look back at my soon to be former wife. 

"About the children. I really hope we won't have to be battling over them. I need to be able to see them at will." I walked out. She made no attempt to stop me or even speak to me as the door closed behind me.

******

The girls were staying with their grandma's, Riley's mom, Mrs. Charles Gibson; she let me in with a big smile. I knew that they had the day off from school because of some teacher conference being held in town. That they were not going to school worked for me.

Mary's husband had passed away some years before: heart problems. I'd showed up at her door within the hour of leaving their mother.

"Hi, Mary," I said. "I need to speak with my girls if I might. It's important." She eyed me, wondering no doubt at my serious demeanor

"Certainly, Will, I'll get them; they're doing something on the computer.

A minute later they came down the hall and plopped down in front of me on the couch.

"Hi daddy," said Gretel. 

"Yeah, hi dad," said Gabrielle. 

"Hi back atcha babies. I looked at them for a long moment. Fifteen, almost as beautiful as their mother. Smart and athletic too, as it'd turned out. I was one proud dad. 

"Girls, I have something very important to say to you, to tell you. Okay" I said. They looked at each other and nodded in the affirmative.

"There's no easy way to say this, so I am just going to get down to it. Your mother and I are splitting up. The reasons are immaterial as far as you two are concerned, but it's going to happen. I just wanted to give you the news myself rather than have you hear it from someone else, even your mom. We both love you, and you can be with me or her, your choice. You can visit the other any time you want too, no restrictions. Do you understand, girls? Gretel? Gabi?"

"Daddy, no!" they said in unison. 

"You can't divorce, daddy, split up. Not you and mom," said Gretel.

"Not even," said Gabi."

I could hear Mary in the kitchen on the phone. She hung up, loudly.

She came back into the room and stared at me. "Will, is it true?" said Mary. I nodded.

"Will, you have to try and patch it up. You two are meant for each other.

"Girls, could you give your dad and I a minute alone?" said Mary. The two teenagers rose and headed off down the hall; they seemed almost relieved. My heart was ripped apart having to tell them what I did.

"Wilfred Burton, What's all of this about? I just got off the phone with my daughter and she says you want a divorce and that you'd probably be by. She told me not to let you have the girls," said Mary. I had to marvel at my wife's selectivity of remarks. 

"Want a divorce? No, Mary, that is not exactly the truth. I have no choice," I said. "You say she told you I couldn't have my babies?"

"Well, I mean..."

"Mary, I'm not here to cause trouble. I guess Riles is planning on fighting me for shared custody. If so, there will be a fight. I can't be separated from them. You can tell your daughter that all I want is unrestricted visitation. Less than that is not acceptable. They'll be sixteen in a few months and then it will be their choice anyway. So, really, I hope Riley won't be coming at me for what I consider a more than reasonable request," I said.

"Will, talk to her. Fix this. Whatever it is, it has to be fixable," she said. I smiled weakly.

"Mary, I love you. You've been and are a great grandma. Since my parents both passed, I—we've—kinda depended on you and you've always been there for us. Please, just get Riley to be straight with me on visitation. Unrestricted visitation, Mary. This doesn't have to degenerate into a battle royal. Okay?" I said. She nodded, but I wasn't sure if it was a nod of understanding or one of agreement. I guessed that I would soon know.

******

There was nothing for it. It had been a helluva morning. I'd walked in on them at a little after 7:00AM; he'd obviously stayed the night. I wondered if he'd be going in to work or if my showing up would have altered his plans for the day. Well, it didn't matter, I had to go in. 

It was almost 1:00PM now, the conversation with the girls have kept me a little while, but there was still a lot of day left; and, being a man of action and not procrastination, I headed for the office.

I had to turn in keys and important papers and any number of important records before I could close out my retirement fund account, arrange for continued health insurance because I carried the girls on it—though I'd be dumping my wife off of it; she'd could get her own damn insurance now—and end my long association with my employer. I did not relish the prospect. I hoped the man who had spent years cuckolding me would have the decency to stand aside and allow me to leave quietly. Well, hopes notwithstanding, it wasn't to be.

"Hi, Sylvia," I said, "'fraid I need your help, girl," I said, I was smiling, but I didn't feel too good.

"How's that, Mr. Burton," said the girl who handled everything for HRO.

"I'm resigning effective immediately," I said.

"Huh!" said Sylvia. 

"Yeah, it's for real. Handle it for me will you," I said. "I'll be keeping my health insurance and paying for it myself. Just send me all of the paperwork, so I can get it done easy. Okay?"

"Sure, Mr. Burton, but..."

"Yeah, I know, you have to get it cleared upstairs et cetera et cetera. Just do what you have to do, and sooner would be better than later," I said.

Well, that should have been it, or, rather in my dreams that should have been it. I got the message from my secretary not twenty minutes after my talking to Sylvia. I was just walking into my office to gather my stuff for my exit.

"Mister Burton, the big boss wants to see you. He said he wants to see you as soon as you come in," said Janet. Janet had been with me for the past three years and I valued her as a person and as a secretary. I sighed.

"Okay," I said. "I'll go up in a minute."

"Mr. Burton, are you really quitting?" said Janet. I had to marvel at the speed at which the rumor mills ground their produce.

"Yes, Janet. I am. Personal reasons," I said.

"You found out didn't you?" she said.

"Huh? What?" I said. 

"The two of them have been doing it to you for a long time, Mr. Burton. Frankly I have wanted to tell you forever, but he would have fired me on the spot. I turned down a bonus from him because I knew it was nothing but a bribe to keep me from telling you. I did stay silent because I'm a single mom and couldn't afford to lose a job this good, but I'd be damned if I was going to profit from it," she said.

"Jesus! How many others knew I was being cuckolded?" I said.

"I don't know for sure, but more than me for sure," she said.

"Janet, if I can ever repay you for your loyalty, you can believe I will," I said.

"Thank you mister, Burton," she said. I kissed her on the cheek and headed up for my little confab with mister big dick.

His secretary had been told to expect me, and she shooed me right in. "Go in, Mr. Burton. Mr. Milford is expecting you," she said.

"I'll bet," I said, and went in. 

He was seated behind his desk leaning back in his chair. He absently rotated a ballpoint pen in his hand as I took a seat across from him without waiting for an invitation. For a long moment we eyed each other. The tension in the room was palpable.

"Okay, you caught us. I'm a dirty rotten scoundrel. I'm also your benefactor, and hers too actually," he said.

"You fucked me over. You made me think that I had a job because of my talents when all the while my wife was paying for it. That kind of pisses me off," I said. He smirked.

"Yeah, I can imagine. But, that said, I don't want to lose you. Yeah, you got the job in the first place because she was so good-at—well—at what she does. Oh and by the way she's a damn good executive assistant too." he said. 

"Look, Will, Riley aside, You've meant a lot to this company, and I am prepared to do what it takes to convince you to stay," he said. He was still smirking, but it wasn't a smart ass kind of smirk—strange. Nevertheless, I was prepared for his offer. Riley had hinted that there was a deal to be made if I would just reach out and take it.

"And your offer is?" I said. 

"One, I'm done fucking your wife," he said. "I promise."

"Not that your word isn't golden, Mr. Milford, but it doesn't matter anymore; I'm divorcing her. You can screw her till Jesus comes again for all I care," I said. "What else you got on the table?"

"The vice presidency you were, I'm sure, expecting; and, I'll double your pay," he said. I stared. Just how mad was I, I asked myself. I had to ask the question. His offer was almost enough. Almost. I decided to up the ante.

"Almost enough," I said. 

He gave me an incredulous look. "Huh? It's a hell of an offer, Willy, he said. "What else do you want?" he looked to be getting irritated.

"Like I said, you can fuck Riley forever for all I care, but I want a little payback. You made me an unknowing cuckold. I figure it's your turn. I wanna do your wife." His eyes became as big as dinner plates.

"What!" he almost screamed. "You want to fuck Olivia?"

"That's the deal. The VPship, the money, and your wife: put that package together and we're best of friends again," I said. He sagged back in his chair.

"Livy will never go for it," he said. 

"Mister Milford, all I have to do to sink your ship is tell your wife what you've done to me. Today, I discovered that half the company knew what was going on. There won't be any problem proving my thesis to her." Okay, I exaggerated, but he didn't know that.

"You're a serious asshole, you know that," he said. I ignored his remark.

"Hey, I'm letting you have Riley, no strings. That ought to be incentive enough to get me a date with Livy," I said.

"If I want Riley, I wouldn't need your permission in case you haven't gotten that yet," he said. Now he was irritated.

"I want your wife, no negotiation on that point, John," I said his name with just a trace of sarcasm. "Fucking my wife for more than ten years and not so much as an apology. No, good buddy, I'm not the asshole here, you are. You're the asshole, and that in technicolor," I said. "But, as for you being able to do my wife at will; well, I guess you have a point there, obviously" I said.

"You gonna ask her?" he said. "I mean Olivia?"

"Have a barbecue at your place. Put me in a situation where I can come on to her; I'll do the rest," I said.

He nodded. "I'll set it up, but your production on the job best be of mythical proportions. Your wife is a good fuck, a really good fuck, but not good enough if you cost us business or my wife. Got it?" he said. I nodded. 

"And, one last thing in case I wasn't clear enough. I do not want a divorce from 'my' wife. You can believe it or not, but I love her. She's boring as hell in bed, but in every other way she's tops. You mess up my marriage, and your next job will be flipping burgers at McDonald's. Got that!" he said.

"Got it," I said. "You know it's interesting. I mean the two of you, you and my wife. You both say you love, us, your spouses, except that we're not worth a damn in bed. Helluva thing." I was smiling broadly. "But actually, John baby, I think you and I are going to do rather well together. 

"And, you know John, I guess when you think about it, my wife is still doing for me, if not actually doing me," I said. I started to laugh. The whole mess was ironic as hell. 

Here I was dumping years of marriage and psychological investment in a woman, one that I was still madly in love with, at least on some level; and I was actually happy about it. Logical? Not on any level; but there it was. And I was shaking hands, albeit limply, with the one who had helped her to fuck me over. Hell, there was hope for the Jews and Arabs if this worked out as appeared to be the case.

"I'll spread the word that you've cancelled your resignation request," said John. "You still gonna divorce your wife? I mean under the circumstances—well—the status quo would be more than acceptable to me. Even if you do my wife. I mean if she goes along with it. I'm not hypocritical enough to call you out on that," he said. 

"Divorce Riley? Let me ask you; do you plan to continue fucking her if I don't?" I said. "I mean forget this status quo shit. Think you could stay away from my wife's pussy?"




Riley and Wilfred Burton



"Now? After the deal you just brokered yourself? Believe it, she'll be bent over my desk tomorrow morning. I guarantee it," he said.

"Then, I'm gonna divorce her." He snickered. 

"Figures," he said. 

******

It turned out to be a very busy day for me. I did everything I could to cut ties with my wife: bank, insurance, retirement, credit cards, medical and dental plans everything. She'd be okay; she made enough money; she could pay her own way. All I wanted was unlimited contact with my daughters and my freedom. A whore of a wife was not my cup of tea. The real question for me was where was I going to get my next piece of ass? Well, that had to go to the back burner for a while. I figured I could be celibate for the short range, until the divorce was final at least. My talk with the lawyer would dictate them apples, I thought.

******

I turned the corner onto our street and parked my Caddy in the driveway, and yeah, I had a Caddy just like good 'ole John's. I saw her glance out the window. Just a parting of the curtains before she let them drop. Good, she was interested. It figured to be an interesting evening.

I was putting down my briefcase on the credenza when she appeared in the doorway from her office. She leaned against the door jamb.

"Decided to come home did you?" she said. Her tone was cold. It kind of bothered me, though I couldn't say why exactly.

"Yeah, until we sell the place I'll be sleeping in the master bedroom you'll get the guest room," I said.

"Where are the children?" she said. 

"Still at your mother's." She looked down. 

"I was afraid you were going to try and take them away from me, Will," she said.

"I'm not that kind of guy, Riley. Can't say the same for you though, can I," I said. She raised an eyebrow. 

"Oh, you mean my telling mom not to let you take them," she said.

"Absolutely," I said. "Kinda cold even for you."

"That's uncalled for, Will. Like I said, I was afraid that until you were a bit calmer, you might do something uncharacteristic of your normal self."

I snorted. "Uncharacteristic of me? What, may I ask, might qualify as being uncharacteristic of you, Riley—honesty?" She frowned.

"I need the master bedroom; you don't," she said. All my stuff is in there. All you need is your dopp kit." 

"Tough shit. Take it or leave it. Until we sell the house and split the proceeds, that's the way it's going to be," I said. 

"Look, Will, we do not have to get a divorce, and you do not need to quit your job. John is more than happy with your work and he will be mightily disappointed if you were to leave the company. 

"Okay, so I screw the boss sometimes. So what. You and I get it on any time you want. You never get sloppy seconds, and neither does he. I keep the two of you totally separate. It's been twelve years, Will, and nothing bad has ever happened until yesterday. Can't we just put it all behind us and pick up where we left off," she said. I guess she had to take the shot.

"Are you aware that half the company knows about you and John? Do you have any idea how humiliating that was for me to learn today? Any idea at all, Riley?" I said. "No, I don't think you do. So let me tell you. It's tremendously hurtful, Riley. So hurtful that I may never get over the fact that you were willing to do that to me."

That seemed to stop her. "Okay, Will, if that's the way it's going to be. I'll take the guestroom. I guess you're justified in getting a little payback for the—humiliation—I've caused you.

"You should talk to John though. No need for you to quit your job. I assure you he wants and needs your expertise," she said.

"Well, I have good news for you there, Riley. I'm not quitting," I said. Her eyes showed surprise, then a broad smile creased her features.

"That's good, very good," she said. "You talked to him?"

"Yes, this morning. We came to a number of understandings," I said.

"Can I be privy to what you two agreed to?" she said. I looked at her.

"Well, sure. He'll likely be telling you all about it in your next little pillow talk in any event," I said. She took on an irritated look at my words.

"One, more money; two, the VPship; three, he can fuck you any time he wants as far as I'm concerned.

"Well, actually, as to that last, he made sure I knew that he didn't need my permission to fuck you. I allowed that he was right about that. Actually, he told me, that when you come to work tomorrow, he will have you bent over his desk and screwing you quite enthusiastically before you even have your second cup of coffee. In any event, he and I are good. You might say the price was right," I said.

"But, not you and I?" she said.

"No. Not now not ever," I said. She smirked.

"Never say never, big guy. Never say never," she said. She turned and headed upstairs to move her stuff into the guestroom. Her ass swayed quite seductively as she floated up the stairs. Man, it was gonna be one helluva deal for me to go without her sweet pussy. But, what was, was."

******

"Gabi, what are we gonna do? You know, about mom and that boss lover of hers?" said Gret.

"We don't know that it's him for sure, Gret. 

"But, even if it is, there's not much we can do about him for now. We just have to be there for mom and dad when they need us; especially dad," said Gabi. 

"I heard mom talking on the phone yesterday, like I told you; and it's him, Gabs. She's got a boyfriend and his name is John. He's the reason dad is being so cold toward mom," said Gret. "You know as well as I do that it's him. She's always talking about her boss, whose name just happens to be John, and how good he's been to the family, even to dad."

"I think you're right, Gret. But, you know, what really got me?" Her sister motioned for her to go on. "I really didn't like mom telling grandma that dad couldn't take us with him. We can be with dad if we wasn't to, can't we?" said Gabi. 

"I'm not sure, but since dad is still staying here at the house, I can't understand mom telling grandma that either. I mean where is he going to take us? Home?"

"Maybe him and mom are trying to work it out between them. I mean we can hope right?" said Gretel.

"Maybe, but I don't think so. Dad told me yesterday that there was definitely going to be a divorce, that it was just a matter of time.

You know maybe we could see if we could maybe break up mom and this John, regardless of what John it turns out to be," said Gabi. "You know, make it hard for them to do it?"

"Do it?"

"Have sex, dummy," said Gabi.

"Oh. I mean that would be a long shot, Gabs, and we could make things worse. I think for now we just need to listen and think and somehow some way figure out something," said Gretel.

******

"So, how did it go with you and the family last night," said John.

"Not too good. The kids have been informed about what's going on, and seem to be surviving. But him and me? I'm sleeping in the guestroom until we sell the house. I'm gonna hate that. I put a lot of effort into that house," said Riley.

"Hmm, well, maybe he'll mellow out if you give him a little time," said John. "But, for now I need you to come over here and bend over this desk. I need to pleasure you—and oh yes—me too," he said.

"Yeah, Will said that was what you said you were going to do as soon as I got to work today. What the hell. I might as well," she said. "I won't be getting' any from him any time soon; that's for darn sure."

She got up from the chair she'd plopped into upon arriving and headed for the desk. He was already up and coming around from the back of it. She stopped. She looked at him a slight smile playing across her features. Oh, the power of woman she thought; then, she thought, except when it came to hardheaded husbands.

Leaning over the desk. She felt him flip her skirt up onto her lower back. She spread her spiked-heel clad feet wide to accommodate him. Kneeling behind her, he pushed her panties to the side and kissed her private places, her pussy and her anus. He licked her for some moments before standing.

She heard his zipper sliding down and then the soft sound of his pants piling around his ankles on the floor. She felt him push the soft cotton of her panties aside once more and then the knob of his penis pressing against the folds of her labia. He pushed.

"Uhg!" It was always a challenge, at first, when he did her; the size of him was the challenge and the reward.

He began stroking in and out in and out finally pile driving his cock deep inside her. She squealed. "That's it lover, fuck me. Fuck me like you always do. I need it. I need it so bad."

Soon he was seesawing inside of her frenetically. "I'm cummmiinnnggg," she squealed, as she shuddered grotesquely skewered as she was by his cock. He collapsed onto her still bent over form.

"That ought to hold us for a while," he said, as soon as he caught his breath.

Moments later, dressed and relaxing across from each other, Riley indicated that she wanted to talk.

"He says he isn't quitting? I thought that he was outta here," she said. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that he isn't, but yesterday it was all but a done deal."

"I was able to talk him out of it. One of the hallmarks of a good executive is the self-poesesedness to think pragmatically and efficiently under pressure. Granted this was a different kind of pressure because of the emotional component, but Wilfred Burton is more than capable of adjusting to almost anything any time," said John. "It's why I didn't want him to abandon ship. We do have a business here that makes all of us a pretty good living. Protecting that is my first priority. 

"Years ago, when you came to me with a request for me to hire your hubby, I figured why not. I wanted to reward, not him, but you for the great sex. I figured, if he were good then fine. If he wasn't worth anything; well, you wouldn't be sticking with him for long anyway, and even if you did, I could park him in some dark corner someplace, where he couldn't hurt us, and forget him. 

"But, he turned out to be the best we've got, as you predicted, if I recall rightly. I didn't want to lose him to the competition. It cost me, but he's gonna be a fixture around here. And, the odd thing is, I think he and I will be getting along just fine from here on out. I mean even if you and I still do the dirty together," he said. 

"Did he have anything to say about me?" she said.

"Well, yeah, actually, he did. He said I could fuck you anytime I wanted to." Her look darkened, but he didn't notice.

"Well, I better be getting back to work," she said. "I know the boss and he's kind of a stickler for production."

"Yeah, he is." he said.

******

They were not taking no for an answer. "Gabi, Gret, It isn't that this isn't any of your business. On some level of course it is. That said, girls, I need you to stay out of it.

"Your mom and I have a lot of issues. And they are pretty much insoluble. But, that said, you two are our first priority. You have to trust us that you are going to be fine. She and I—well—we'll be fine too. Okay?" I said. They looked dubious, but they nodded their reluctant agreement.

I'd have to be talking to Riley again about the girls. Apart from a few to testy words we'd so far shared, if shared is the right term, the subject of the girls had not been brought up between us. They would be now. Oh, yeah.

******

Riley:

He was home early. I always beat him home—always. But not today. There had to be a reason. I stood in the kitchen doorway and stared at him; he didn't see me. He was sipping his drink, probably a tequila, I thought. 

"You gonna just stand there, or are you going to come in and sit down," he said. 

Oops, he had seen me. I came in and sat down. Well, he'd asked me to, not too nicely, but he had asked.

"Well, I'm here. So what does my future ex-husband need from this poor girl, this evening. Not a piece of ass I presume," I said. Okay, I was being sarcastic.

"We need to talk. It's about the girls," he said. I felt myself lose some of my composure when he said that.

"Okay. Let me have it," I said.

"They know what's going on, at least some of it," said Will. "Today they pinned me. Wanted to know why you and I couldn't just kiss and make up. I told..."

"Well that makes a club of three, then, doesn't it. You know, the girls and me," I said.

"You're not serious. You really and truly think that I can just let what you have been doing to me for these last many years slide. Just forget it all happened.

"And what if I did agree to forgive and forget. You gonna give up mister superduper stud and sin no more?" said Will.

I sighed and sank deeper into the chair I was sitting in. "No, I know I've hurt you, us. I'm sorrier about that than you can ever imagine. But, the fact is Will—no wait, you asked if you should forget what I have been doing these past many years. The answer is no.

"I have taken care of you, loved you to pieces, spread for you whenever and wherever you so desired. I have been there for you when the going was tough in those early days. And yes, I used—my—powers of persuasion to get you your first real job. Guilty on all counts. So, no, please don't forget all of what I've done for you these past many years. Not even.

"But, all such being true, and it is all true, I have cheated on you with another man—just one by the way. For me that part was just a matter of sex, of fun. And, I won't deny it, of business too.

"John is a really good sex partner, Will, and yes before you press me; he is better than you. Apart from the sex, Will, John's also a good guy and an excellent business man; I know you know that as well as I do. 

But, so your ego won't take too big a hit, Will," I smiled, "he's not that much better than you when it comes to sex, just a deal bigger. You're okay as a lover, Will, quite satisfactory actually. 

"So sure, I fuck him. But, always at work, except for that one time here—Jesus I wish that had never happened. But it did, and I can' take it back."

He snorted his contempt for my. "Question, Riley, did you fuck him today?"

I hesitated. "Yes. In his office. As usual." I was feeling—guilty. I was talking bravado but I was feeling regret. 

What do you propose, Will? I mean about the girls," I said.

"They can stay with which of us they want, and they can switch and change their minds as they see fit; and both of us, have open visitation when the girls aren't staying at our place. It's all I'm asking for except out," he said.

"Okay, to the part about the girls, I was going to propose about the same thing. And, I'm sorry about what I told my mom; that was academy award stupid on my part. It'll never happen again. But, Will, I wish you'd reconsider about the divorce. Couldn't we try something else, Will, a separation maybe. You know take some time to maybe heal the wounds," I said, "I mean before we make an end to us? I really do love you. And, I never meant to hurt you. I really never meant to hurt you, my good man."

"I don't think so, Riley. Too many mental images of him doing you to overcome," he said. "Even after last night you went and fucked him again today. I have no words, Riley. You're not even willing to slow down let alone stop." I looked down.

"Whatever," I said. I was feeling down and frustrated. "For the record, I really am glad you didn't quit your job. Don't ever do something like that because of somebody else, not even me. Oh, and congratulations on your promotion.

"You going to the annual all divisions meeting?" I said.

"Yes, have to, I guess. I mean, not be there for my own promotion? Like that would be allowed, even under the circumstances. No, I gotta be there. You?" he said.

"Yes, I'll be there. I am the boss' executive secretary after all," I said. He nodded. He didn't take the pot shot at me that I realized I had offered up to him. We did have to work together on some level regardless of personal antipathies. I wondered how that might be working out in the future; for damn sure it was going to be interesting.

******

The big night was, well, big. Three hundred big wigs and their significant others from all over the country: the annual divisional soiree.

Spouses were supposed to accompany their, well, spouses to the big event. Great food, several free watering stations, and a bevy of boring speeches. The highlights of the evening? Promotions and retirements. But then, the party. Everybody danced with everybody else's wife or husband. Except for me, I danced with John's wife, and a couple of others, including Mrs. Mercer, but not with my own. I'm sure some noticed, but nothing was said.

I was dancing with Olivia Milford and deliberately doing it as close to the table where Riley sat gabbing with a couple fo girls from accounting as I could. "I hear you're coming to the barbecue at our house on Saturday next," said Olivia Milford.

"Absolutely," I said. "Wouldn't miss it."

"I noticed that your wife is here tonight but not with you," she said.

"We're estranged, I'm afraid," I said.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It must be hard. Her sitting over there and you, well, not sitting over there," she said. "I did wonder about that."

"It's a long, sad story. We'll be divorcing."

"Hmm. I see," she said.

We got through the night, and surprisingly I had fun. I did have to make a short speech thanking John for his confidence in me, something I would rather have avoided, but it was a mandate, no gettin' around it. I did notice that my wife applauded a little longer than most when I was through. Yes indeed, the future was looking stranger and stranger.

One thing happened at the party that changed everything for me, all of my plans. It turned out that I liked Olivia: I liked her too much to fuck with her feelings. I pulled John aside and told him that he was off the hook in terms of my screwing his wife. I would come to the barbecue, but just as a guest, not as Shylock looking for his pound of flesh. He actually sagged back against the bar in relief.

"Thank you. I am very appreciative of your decision," he said.

"Yeah, well, never mind. No problem for me. Riley and I are done, and I am getting on with my life. It's just that simple," I said.

I did attend the barbecue, but Riley did not. I guess her lover had decided not to rub my nose in it since I was being so reasonable about not going after his wife.

******

The next six months were busy for me, as I took over the division and finally settled everything with the girls and with Riley. I was giving Riley the house; it was paid for, so she had no complaints.

The divorce was final after six months from the filing and we got on with our lives.

The next few years, four of them, seemed to fly by. The girls were nineteen now and independent as hell. Riley and I'd attended most all of the girls' do's both in high school, and, so far, in their college careers. They were both business majors. I guess the one thing for sure that Riley and I had bequeathed the two of them was our love for the battlefields of business. 

Riley and I didn't socialize, she and I, and I didn't ask about her personal life; and the girls were under orders not to inform me of such. Oddly, John and I did socialize. We weren't close friends, but, also oddly, Olivia and I became such. 

The girls had continued to live with their mother, she had the house. But, now they were off to college, so that too now changed. They'd become dorm rats; so, where they lived was no longer an issue. By agreement I'd had unrestricted access to them, which essentially meant that Riley and I got along okay: it'd been all I'd wanted. There'd been no alimony either. Riley made enough, and with the house her expenses were well within her means.

But, as things sometimes go, a quirk of fate changed everything. 

******




Riley and Wilfred Burton



I was sitting at the bar when Maria, a long time friend, came in and sat down next to me. I say a long time friend, but she was the kind of long time friend I hadn't seen in a long time: like since right after college. "Hi stud, and how are we today?"

"Maria! Wow, you look great. I'm okay. You? It's been a million years," I said. 

Maria and I had almost become an item at a time when Riley and I had temporarily been on the outs. It'd been during my first year in college. It might have come to something, but then I caught her fucking Johnny Bascom my, so called at the time, best friend; which put whatever might have been to the sword. But, what the hey, we were single and what I saw as her betrayal became a so what kind of thing. We never did date again let alone get back together, but we were able to remain on speaking terms.

"Yes it has been forever, and I'm good, I guess. Still looking for the right man. You wanna volunteer?" she said. She was laughing. "I know I blew it back then."

"Hah! You wouldn't want me, Maria. My ex has assured me that I'm—how did she phrase it—nothing extra in bed," I said. Now, I snickered.

"That's nonsense, Wilfred Burton. I know; I have experienced your skills, and they weren't half bad even then. Anyway, I did hear that you were divorced. Must be tough," she said.

"Yeah, kinda. But, I'm gettin' along okay. How'd you hear? I mean about my divorce," I said.

"Well, since you ask, I heard it from your ex," she said.

"From Riley?" I said. "Where did you bump into her?"

"At Fernando's Hideaway, she was there with her daughters. They were having a gay old time, though I think your wife was kinda into her cups.

"She and I knew each other back in the old days, at the university, but you know that. Actually we've bumped into each other, as you put it, once or twice over these past many years." I recognized her as soon as I came into the restaurant," she said. I raised an eyebrow. 

"Her daughters are lookers for sure. Driving the boys crazy, I'm sure," she said.

"Yes, 'our' daughters are as pretty as they come," I said. She eyed me.

"Your daughters?" she said. She seemed to look away.

"What?" I said, wondering what she was getting at with her tone of voice. I was beginning to have a very uneasy feeling.

"You say, 'our' daughters?" said Maria. "You mean you think Gretel and Gabrielle are your biological daughters?"

"What are you trying to tell me, Maria?" I said. 

"Wilfred, I'm sorry, I thought you knew. I work at a medical lab. The techies there do lab work for everything under the sun. Your wife, your ex, had the girls DNA tested—for evidence of paternity years ago. They're not yours, not biologically. I know that from overhearing a conversation between her and one of the doctors at the lab at the time. They were 'biologically' fathered by some guy named John; I didn't get the last name. I'm sorry, Will. But, I thought you knew. Actually, I thought that was the reason for the divorce, when I found out you were divorced that is," she said.

I sat there momentarily stunned. The girls were tall, but so was their mom, but, so was John Milford. Their hair was the same color as their mother's, blond, where mine was black. John Milford's hair was sandy colored. The girls had green eyes; neither Riley nor I had green eyes: mine were brown hers were blue. I had to think, and now I realized that John Milford's eyes were greenish-gray. Evidence that he was my girls' father? Maybe. But, that notwithstanding, thinking about it, there was virtually no physical trait that would lead one to believe that I was their father! I had to get out of there.

I stood, tossed a twenty on the bar, and started to walk away. I stopped. I returned to where Maria sat staring after me.

"Maria, I don't have to tell you that what you have just told me is a killer. Would it be inappropriate for me to ask you for your phone number? I mean I might need a witness at some point. I don't know," I said.

She pulled out a small pad of post-it's from her purse and jotted down her numbers: work and cell. "Here they are, Will, my contact numbers. Will? They're still your children even if not biologically. You raised 'em; they're yours. Okay?" she said. I nodded, how convincingly, I couldn't guess.

Once again, I started to walk off, but once again, I stopped and returned to her. "Maria, question, do you know if the 'biological father knows about it?"

"No, Will, I'm not sure. Like I said; all I know for sure is that his name is John," she said. I nodded and finally got out of there.

******

I decided a visit was in order. Oh yes, a visit, definitely a visit. I knocked. I felt funny knocking at her door: the one that had been ours so long ago. She answered not ten seconds later.

She could see I was not in a good mood. But, she played it cool.

"Will, nice to see you. Come in," she said. I didn't return her greeting. 

Once inside I looked around. It'd been years since I'd actually crossed that threshold; she'd remodeled the place considerably. Well, it was hers now.

"Have a seat, Will. Can I get you anything?" she said.

"No? I just have a few questions I need to ask. Okay?" I said. My tone was even, not conciliatory, not friendly just even. She looked askance at me.

"Will?"

"Who fathered my children, Riley?" Her face paled virtually immediately. She slumped into the rocking chair by the fireplace. She didn't look at me, didn't answer me, not immediately at any rate.

"How did you find out?"

"Who the fuck fathered my children," I screamed. It jolted her out of whatever state she was in. She jumped in her seat.

She was already crying. "John did! John Milford. It was an accident. But, then, I was always an accident waiting to happen wasn't I?" she said.

"Does he know? How long has he known?' I said.

"Yes. He's known for a long time. He noticed the similarity in their physical appearance to him. He had them checked out.

"Will, he has sworn not to ever make an issue of it, never to come between you and the girls." she said. 

My turn to fall into a chair, but there wasn't one. I made the couch do. There were several minutes of silence between us.

My mind was alternatingly filled with hate, fear, angst, confusion who knew what else. "They're mine," I said. "You fuck with me on that, he fucks with me on that, and the price will be insanely high. Depend on it." I had slowly turned to look at her. Her makeup was already smeared, her face streaked with tears; she looked pathetic.

"I'm sorry, Will, sorry for everything. Of course the girls are yours. No question; and I will support whatever you want to do, say, think, believe anything, Will. Please forgive this whore of an ex-wife, please. I beg of you."

I was conflicted. I wanted to smash her face in, hold her and love her, sue the both of them into poverty, congratulate them on being able to keep a secret longer than I ever had—all of it at the same time.

"Will, I have given up John. He and I haven't been together in a while now. All of it: the big cock, the raw sex, the treating you like a distant family friend; Will, it's all over. Will, this is going to sound about as strange as anything I ever said. But..."

"But what!" I said, as she paused. I don't know what I was expecting her to say, but what she did say was not it.

"I want to remarry you. I have long known that you and I were meant to be together. I just didn't know how to fix things. The bad news is that I still don't know. All I know is that I want to give us a chance, another chance," she said.

One could have heard a pin drop. I slowly closed my mouth. It had been gaping for some little time since her announcement. "Huh?"

She didn't smile, but she gave me what could only be described as an earnest look.

"Huh?" I repeated.

"It would be best for the girls and most of all it would be best for me, and, hopefully me and you," she said. I rose, and headed for the door. I looked back. 

"I have some things to do. You and I will be talking," I said.

******

I didn't call my lawyer first. I didn't call John Milford. I didn't call Maria Sanchez. I would be calling all of them at some point, or, seeing them in person. No, the one I called first was Olivia Milford.

I was sitting facing the doorway. My fingers were beating a tattoo on the table top. I hadn't stopped fidgeting since my little sit down with Riley.

I had no intention of living with the status quo. Things were going to be changing and that fucking immediately. I saw her come in. She was looking serious. Well, and so she should have.

"Hello, Wilfred. What's going on? Whatever it is you sounded like it was urgent when you called," said Olivia.

"It is, Olivia, it is. There is no easy way to say this..." she smiled.

"Will, I think I know what you're going to say. John and your wife. They've been getting it on forever. I know. And, you just found out, right?" she said. "I truly thought you knew."

"Huh? You knew? You knew and you haven't done anything about it?" I said.

"Wilfred, John is an animal in bed. The best I ever had, and no offense, Will, but probably the best your wife ever had as well," she said. "So long as he comes home to me, and doesn't disgrace me publicly, I've found that I can live with his cheating."

"Jesus! Well, I don't know what you consider disgracing you, Olivia, but half the company knows about the two of them. And, as far as I know none of them know that you know," I said. Her face darkened; she clearly had not known that. What I was about to tell her would pretty definitely put her oars in the water; she was going to be getting away from his fucksmanship if her look was any indication, and it was ten-to-one that it was.

"But, no, Olivia, that's not why I asked you here. Not close," I said. She spread her hands slowly in a sign that I should continue.

Olivia, my children are not biologically mine," I said. Now her eyes dilated and she surged forward in her seat. The waitress took that moment to arrive. The place was fairly crowded with the early dinner folks; it was almost 5:00PM.

"Wilfred Burton, are you saying that your children are John's!" she said. I nodded.

"But, Olivia, they are not really his; they're mine. Make no mistake," I said. "Gretel and Gabrielle are mine—never his!" Her turn to nod.

"What are you going to do?" she said.

"Not sure yet. I just found out and I'm still kinda numb. I will be making some decisions very soon. But, that said, I will not stand for anymore secrets. The girls are about to be told, and as for your husband, he and I are going to be talking," I said.

"I assume you found all this out from you ex?" she said.

"No, actually, a third party. But, my ex has confirmed it," I said.

"I see," she said.

"Why are you telling me this, Will? I mean I want to know of course, and you and I are in the same boat here, as I see it..."

"Yes, we are in the same boat. I'm giving you the heads up because I have come to like you. I consider you a close friend, and I didn't want to sandbag you," I said.

"Well, thank you for that, Will. And to answer your so far unasked question I am not sure what I'm going to do. But like you, I will be speaking with my erstwhile hubby quite soon and quite pointedly," she said, "and I better like what he's going have to say."

"I'd appreciate it if you would let me talk to him first," I said.

"No problem, let me know when it's done, so I can have my shot at him," she said. I had to smile at that. I didn't know what being castrated would feel like, but I was pretty sure that I'd be able to get an accurate description from John after Olivia got done talking to him. 

"I will," I said.

******

My next stop was the following morning. He must have gotten a head up from Riley because he knew I was coming and what it was going to be about.

He was leaning back against the front of his desk, I guessed he wanted to be on his feet and not a "sitting" duck when I was ushered in by his secretary.

I went for him and unloaded a left hook and a right cross that floored him before we even shared a hello.

He pulled himself up off of the floor and rubbed his jaw. "Not bad for a little guy," he said. "I owed you that one."

I made to lay another one on him, but he held his hands in front of him warding me off. "Hold on for a minute, Hoss. I deserved that, I owed you, like I said, but I do not deserve to be killed. 

"I'm twice your size, Will, and I'll be defending myself from now on. I do not want to hurt you, but I will if I have to. 

"I know you have things you want to say to me, and I will listen to whatever it is; but no more violence. Okay?" His little speech deflated me. I knew I had no chance against him in a fight anymore than I did in a fucksmanship contest.

"You had to do this to me!" I said. "You had to take everything away from me?"

"No. The truth is, Riley and I almost always used condoms. Once in a blue moon we didn't. Well, you know what happened. For the record I didn't know anything about it for a long time. I don't think that Riley did either. But, as the children grew; well, I noticed that they looked like Riley okay, but also more like me than you. I wondered, so I had it checked out. It was easy for me, and then I knew.

"I even thought about fessing up to you. But in the end, well, I talked to Riley about it and we convinced ourselves that what you didn't know didn't hurt you. We'd already hurt you bad enough. So..."

"You never figured that I would notice the same things you noticed?" I said.

"Actually, I didn't. You're just one of those who never notices those kinds of things. You have a great business sense, Will, but in the personal stuff, the little stuff, you've got no clue. Sorry, but it's true," he said. "I'd like to know if you're of a mind to tell me. How did you find out?"

"Somebody else noticed," I said. A slight realignment of the facts, but I wasn't ready to out Maria yet. He nodded.

"I intend to tell the girls. They are mine in every way it's possible to be mine. You were the sperm donor, but that's it," I said. "I was there for them when they played their sports. I was there when they went to the hospital with this or that illness or injury. I was there for their moment of thespian glory in junior high, and I was there when they graduated from high school. And, I'm the one who is paying outrageous sums for them to go to the university. You were not and are not!" He looked sad.

"Actually, I was," he said. "I was there for all or most all of those things."

"What! You were not!" I said.

"Let me explain, Will. I guess it's time to tell all. I seethed, but nodded for him to continue.

"I was there. I saw those plays, I was at those games, I was there at their graduation; and, indirectly I paid for their college—as I should have. And, before you get mad and haul off and slug me again, and you won't win if you try, let me get it out and said. Okay?" I nodded. I was fuming, but I waited for him to go on.

"When the kids had their events, I knew about them because Riley clued me. She always made the point that they were your kids, hers and yours; but she allowed that I needed some small piece of them as well. Just from a distance, Will, just from a distance. It was enough for me. I was married too, still am, and I didn't want, and do not want a divorce. So, like I say, from distance. 

"When you made VP, it wasn't, as you first thought, because Riley was a great piece of ass. It wasn't even because you had more experience with the independents than did Cap Weintraub did. It was because I knew the girls were going to be going to college, and while you could afford it on what you were making, it was going to make a pretty big dent in the old wallet for you. So I made you VP and paid you twice what Mercer had made.

"You can call me an asshole, and I'm sure you have, Will; but my heart was in the right place regardless of what you, Riley, or anyone else thinks. The girls are yours, but in my way, I love them too.

I couldn't believe my ears, but I did. He'd fucked my wife virtually nonstop for years. He'd fathered my girls. He'd cuckolded me and made a fool out of me in more ways than one, but for some reason; I just couldn't bring myself to hate the guy, and no, it wasn't the money. I turned around and headed out.

******

I called Maria. I needed that hot blooded Latin to hold my hand. I needed somebody to for goddamn sure!

"You look good," she said. I wasn't sure if she were being sarcastic or if she'd gone blind, but I had signaled the barkeep to bring her whatever she fancied anyway.

"Well, I've had it out with the cheaters," I said. "The one wants to remarry me and the other one tried to justify himself. Helluva world. "I didn't tell you before, but the man is my boss. He pays me almost half a mil annual to do for him, well, his company. Add to that, that my woman has been his whore almost since day one."

"So, what are you gonna do," she said.

"Damned if I know. As far as I know the girls don't know yet. But, hell, maybe they do. I'll be talking to them right soon," I said.

"You feeling okay, Will? Need a friend?" she said. She was reading my mind.

"As a matter of fact I do need a friend, Maria. It's been a long time between gigs for us, you and me, but if you in the mood; I sure as fuck am!" I said.

Aaaaaaa

******

"Dad, I don't care what mom says or her boss or any of it you're my daddy—period," said Gret.

That goes for me too, daddy," said Gabi. "We've never met the asshole, spoken to him, or really know anything about him."

"Girls this is going to sound strange as hell. I mean the man helped my wife cuckold me. He fathered you two. And her! Your mother? I have no words. She actually proposed to me that we should remarry, if you can believe it," I said.

"Daddy?" said Gret.

"Not going happen. That said, after all is said and done, I can't bring myself to hate either of them. They are what they are, who they are, and that's the long and the short of it. I think that maybe to some degree they have loved each other. Certainly your mother loved him more than she ever loved me, her protestations to the contrary notwithstanding. But, sad to say for her, he loves his wife more than your mother. Talk about catch-22's."

"Daddy, I think mom loves you more than she does that man," said Gabi. "We've talked, the three of us, and Gret and I are sure of it."

"Too late, Gret. There are too many mental images to erase, and I cannot imagine any scenario where it might be possible to erase them all. No, I will be moving on. As will they. We'll get along; I can do that. But, please girls, don't ask more of me than that. There's just no way."

******

With the girls onboard and everything out in the open, we all settled in for the long haul.

John had apparently stopped coming onto Riley, and she was seeing some customer that owned a small chain of dry goods stores. I wondered how liberal the guy was. The girls told me he was okay, in fact they like him better than her! Interesting.

Maria and I became an item, and I soon realized what I'd missed out on by not forgiving and forgetting back when it would have made sense to do so: we, Maria and I, were both single at the time. At any rate it was all water under the bridge.

We'd just finished eating at the 1917, a World War-I theme bar and grill in the valley.

I felt funny kneeling in front of her holding the ring I'd gotten her the day before. 

"Yes, Wilfred Langford Burton, I will marry you," said Maria. She knelt down in front of me and kissed me very gently, then very passionately to the screams and cheers of the people in the restaurant.

Our most ardent cheerleaders were Gret and Gabi. We all kissed and hugged, and then had desert. I had an appetite again, go figure.




Riley and Wilfred Burton



Riley made peace with the girls, as to their parentage. It turned out the that they, the girls, had had no clue about their parentage. John was introduced to them. The meeting was a bit stilted, as described to me after the fact, but everyone got through it, and I guessed he'd be a little more in evidence in the future. But that remained to be seen.

It was time to get on with our lives. Helluva thing.



Riley, Son of the Sorceror



A lot of people grew up thinking their dad was invincible, I know I certainly did. I had a reason to, because my dad was what you would a call a sorcerer, a master of the mystic arts and supernatural energies that inhabit our world. A long time ago, way before I was born, he found a set of rings that allowed him to harness the magical energies of our world. This was no Harry Potter magic, these rings were demonically tainted, and allowed my dad to throw fireballs, fly, see evil and other things like that. My dad knew they were tainted but used them anyways to vanquish evil, using his willpower to keep the taint at bay.

Dad was a tall, skinny man with a closely shaven goatee that was strangely brown even when the rest of his hair was snowy white. I've been told he was charming when he was younger, I always knew him as serious, but he must have been charming to marry my mother. She was what people call a knockout, 5'7 blonde with blue eyes, both of which I inherited, and a body that she worked out for years to attain. 

I'm a real mix of them, tall, well built, blue eyes, short blonde hair; I'd be your typical Joe handsome at high school. Except I never went to high school and I have what most people would call an intense stare that belies my joking, cocky nature. My twin brother John was my opposite, skinny, tall with brown hair like my dad, and somehow he had poor eyesight that required him to wear glasses. He was arrogant where I was cocky; he had his nose in the air all the time and was usually in his own little world. 

John and I lived with my mom until we were 13, when she lost her job and money became tight. So we went and travelled with my dad on his "Journey's" as he called them, we just called them hunts. He would travel the world hunting evil, demons, vampires, werewolves; you know what normal people see only in their nightmares. We learned a lot from my dad, although he seemed to teach me more of the physical stuff than my brother, probably because I was twice the athlete my brother was. Whatever the case, my father seemed to favour me and planned, unbeknownst to me and my brother, to hand me down the rings when he retired. 

When I was 20 one of my dad's hunts took place in a Midwest town and involved my dad staking out a building for a couple weeks so my brother and I got some rare time to explore. My brother elected to stay in the hotel and surf the internet, so I went out alone and explored.

I was out at the local mall when I got the feeling of being watched, a fairly common feeling when you lived with my dad but still, considering what I've seen, it was unsettling. I did what I was taught and went to the busiest place in mall which turned out to be the food court. I slipped into a crowd by the McDonalds and tried to see anyone watching, looking or following me. It took me a second but I discovered my follower, a rather hot looking brunette with gorgeous green eyes who, when I looked at her, looked away really quickly. 

"Well Riley my boy," I could hear my dad saying to me countless times, "Looks like you've got an admirer, a rather hot one at that." I smiled to myself and decided that I had gone too long without the company of a young woman and went over to talk to her. Now I may have been young but I was pretty good looking and had had more than one steamy affair with a gorgeous young, and on a few occasions old, woman. After a minute of awkward conversation, I convinced her to go get some food at one of the random restaurants by the food court. Her name was Amy and she was 21, lived in town, and was a few weeks away from starting her new job as a detective. I told her the usually crap, my dad was a travelling salesmen and I was in town for a bit. 

It's not that I liked lying to people but I knew that most people are more than sceptical at thought of demons and such and tended to either freak people out or cause them to call you a mental patient. It was a wonder my mom had believed my dad but then again he had the rings and ability to back up his claims. Let's just say I can be just as charming as anyone and I genuinely liked Amy so after a nice lunch and a bit of shopping we decided to see each other at least a few more times before I left town.

Let's cut to the point, I fell for her and she fell for me and I began having doubts about continuing on with my dad, and brother. After 3 weeks of going out my dad finished his hunt and I knew I had a decision to make, or at least I thought I did. My dad had met Amy and could easily tell that we were crazy about each other and had decided, again without me or my brother that we would stay in town for a while. I thought John would be seething, but for some reason he was actually really happy and supportive which surprised my dad as much as it did me. I told Amy that my dad had decided to stay and after dinner we went too celebrated at her house. Her dad was the chief of police and had taken her mom and younger brother out to a public function, an auction or something, so we had the house to ourselves for a while. 

Amy was more than a smart, funny, and really hot detective; she was incredible in bed, all the ferocity of a jungle cat combined with the gentleness of a lifelong lover. The second we got into her house we were all over each other, my hands went instantly to her amazing ass, squeezing it and lifting her into the air. She responded by shoving her tongue in my mouth, and wrapping her legs firmly around my back while her hands clung tightly to the back of my head. We continued kissing for 5 minutes, our lips bonded together, before I carried her upstairs to her room. 

Kicking the door open I went in and sat back onto her king-sized bed with legs still wrapped around me we continued kissing for a while. Eventually Amy pushed me onto my back as we stopped for awhile to look into each other's eyes in a moment of pure mushy affection that always seems to happen in the movies. After which we kissed for a few more minutes while our hands began groping each other until she detached her lips from mine and sat up, breathing heavily. 

She quickly lifted her shirt over her head and threw it and her bra over her shoulder before literally tearing my shirt off my chest. I looked up at her questioningly, and she just gave me an impish smile before grabbing my head and bringing it to her more than adequate chest. It never ceased to amaze me how she kept such a gorgeously, tight figure and still had perfectly natural C cup tits that had absolutely no sag. I contemplated this for the millionth time for less than a second before hungrily beginning to suck and nibble on her tits and hardened, pink nipples. I switched back and forth between her tits, keeping them satisfied and covered in saliva, while her nails lightly scratched my back in a circular pattern. 

I then undid her jeans and slipped a figure into her panties to rub her moist pussy, as always enjoying the sensation of her smooth, clean shaven pussy. I went from lightly flicking her engrossed clit, and fingering her pussy with first one, then two fingers. This caused her moans to intensify and her nails to increase in pressure on my back to the point where they were close to breaking the skin. I slowly slipped more fingers down her panties until I had my entire palm down her pants, rubbing her clit. 

She began screaming as I continued stimulating her for a few more minutes before she grabbed me by the hair and roughly pulled my lips to hers. She moaned into my mouth as I alternated between fingering her with two fingers, and rubbing her clit until her legs clamped around my hand and her body began to quiver. She threw her head back suddenly and let out a scream that could wake the dead as she reached powerful orgasm that left my hand, and her panties covered in her juices. I brought my hand out of her panties and sucked her juices off it before rolling her onto her back and removing her cum soaked jeans and pink panties. She lay for a minute catching her breathe, while I removed my pants and boxers, freeing my fully hardened 8 ½ inches from its tight confines. She looked up at me innocently before sliding down the bed until her face was level with my cock.

"Your turn baby." She said to me before engulfing the whole of my cock into her mouth, and down my throat causing my breath to catch in my throat. Her hands grabbed my ass and began pulling and pushing me in and out of her mouth, quicker and quicker causing my balls to slap noisily off my legs. It didn't take long for me to build up an orgasm every bit as powerful as hers, but just when I was ready to let loose she pulled my cock from her mouth and looked up into my eyes for a few seconds. She then began to lick my cock from base to tip, before putting the head into her mouth and massaging it with her tongue, all the while looking up at me with a look of equal parts innocence and sultriness. I began shuddering as my orgasm built up once again and I finally blew several huge loads. The first few she swallowed greedily before taking my cock out of her mouth and aiming the rest at her tits. After what seemed like hours, my orgasm stopped and she smiled up at me proudly before licking the cum from her tits. 

Just the act of her licking and sucking her tits got me completely hard again and I responded by reaching down and grabbing two handfuls of ass. I pulled her up until her pussy was lined up perfectly with my cock, then after a quick kiss I shoved half the length of my cock into her slick, tight cunt. Her moans began a new, as she began thrusting her hips and working up a hard and slow rhythm. Once I had about 3/4 's of my cock into her, she surprised me by grabbing my ass and pulling me the rest of the way into her all at once making me gasp at the sudden sensation of wetness and warmth. She smiled at my surprise and kept me deep inside her few about 10 seconds that I wished would never end, before pushing me almost completely out of her, the sudden rush of cold air to my cock giving me a chill. She laughed softly at my sudden discomfort before giving me a long, wet kiss that was another moment that I wished would last forever. 

She broke her lips away from mine then brought her lips to my ear, nibbling softly on my earlobe and moaning lightly into my ear. I once again grabbed her amazing ass and enjoyed the tight, perfectness of her ass for a second before beginning to slowly pump my cock into her working up a rhythm. Her moans began to increase as her hips involuntarily pumped back against me until I was moaning intensely in sync with her. After a couple of minutes I felt the familiar rush as I approached another bone-shattering orgasm and I grabbed one her tits and began to suck and nibble on it doing everything I could to push her over the edge. 

"Oh yeah!" She suddenly screamed out, as her nails dug into my shoulders, "Suck that tit for me baby...ohhh god yeah! Just like that, oh oh OH I'M GONNA CUM BABY, MAKE ME CUM. YES YES YES!!!" Her dirty talk pushed me over the edge and we both had a powerful orgasm at the exact same time, cause her pussy to overflow with our combined juices. I shoved my cock fully into her once more before withdrawing it completely and rolling onto my back beside her, panting hard. After a couple minutes I stretched out and before pulling her once more to my lips and kissing her softly. It didn't take long for our tongues to start dancing and our hand to start running over each other's body. 

Her leg than wrapped around me and she climbed on top of me and my hands went right to her tits, I began rubbing her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. After a few minutes of this, I moved my lips from hers to her tits, again sucking hungrily on her breasts, at times shoving as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. Her hands then went to my cock and began stroking it back to life, switching back and forth from both hands stroking my cock and one hand stroking my cock and the other rubbing my balls. 

Once my cock was once again hard and ready for action, she lifted herself off of me and lined her pussy up with my cock before dropping down, and impaling herself onto me. I moaned around her left nipple as she began moving up and down on me, her tits beginning to bounce wildly, repeatedly slipping out of my mouth. I eventually gave up and leaned back to watch her fuck herself on me, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open to allow her moans to escape. She looked like an angel, her skin shinning with sweat, her incredible breasts bouncing up and down, all combining in an image that I would have captured had I not been completely caught up in the pleasure of it myself. We continued like this for I don't know, minutes, hours, the only sounds being her moans and my balls slapping her ass as my hips thrust up to meet her as she came down. 

I eventually lifted her off me, causing her to pout at me, until I bent her over the bed, ass up in the air and began fucking her again. I placed my hands on her hips so I could set the pace until she caught on and moved my hands up to catch her breasts as the swung beneath her. Her moans soon turned to grunts as I had the entire length of my cock pounding in and out of her and my hands massaged her tits. After a while she looked back at me as her moans/grunts increased in volume, locking her hauntingly hungry green eyes on mine.

"Oh...God....I'm....Gonna....CUMMMMM!" she growled fiercely at me, "Make Me.....AHH....Make Me Cum. OH YES JUST LIKE THAT.....FUCKING RIGHT BABY!" Just as her moaning increased in pitch, and I knew for sure she was close, I grabbed her again by the hips and moved back to sit on her big, red, bean bag chair pulling her down on top of me. She leaned her head back, placing it on my shoulder and looked into my eyes with a look of pure pleasure and desire that I came hard and fast into her pussy. The sudden flood of my third load of juices into her brought her over the edge as well and we enjoyed another joint orgasm, every bit as powerful as the first. Before I wrapped my arms around and made sure that the door was closed before we passed out in a heap. We woke up 45 minutes later covered in sweat, and cum and since her parents weren't home yet, we took to the bathroom for a quick shower.

It should have been a quick a shower, but it quickly turned into another fuck session as soon as she bent over to turn the water one. The sensation combined with the image, of her gorgeous ass rubbing against my cock was enough to turn me on immensely. I began kissing her neck and grinding my now hard cock against her ass, as my hands drifted down to massage her pussy. I feel of the hot water raining down on us from the rainfall shower, combined with our bodies against each other was all it took for us to be ready for another fuck. 

She turned around and shoved me hard against the tiled wall of the shower cell and jumped into my arms and again shoving her tongue into my mouth. My cock was right beneath her pussy and my hands held tightly onto her ass, as she began rubbing herself on my cock driving me crazy with lust. With as much strength as she had, I turned and shoved her into the glass door of the shower, before pulling her down onto my waiting cock. We fucked in that position for an apparently long time until we came together once again. Our needs fulfilled and my body about empty of fluids, we cleaned each other up, with soap and shampoo before turning the shower off and heading back into her room covered in a big fluffy towel. 

"HMMM..." I said aloud after we dried off and began getting dressed.

"HMM? Riley?" Amy responded sounding confused. I turned and looked at her; she had her bra and panties on and was just pulling her shirt on as I held up the tattered remains of my shirt. 

"Ohh yeah..." She said, breaking out in a smile so adorable I couldn't help but share.

"Well," I said looking back at my shirt, "This could be a bit of a problem.." The sudden, familiar noise of her father's Mustang interrupting me, as the car pulled into the driveway.

"OH I'd say it's a big problem baby." Amy said without a hint of worry in her voice. I looked at her as if she was crazy as she calmly went over to her closet and pulled something off a hook.

"Just put it on and wear this over top." She told me as she handed me a very familiar looking blue sweater. 

"You stole my sweater!" I asked her in shock, to which she just smiled and tossed it over to me before bending down and pulling up her jeans. I was about to argue but was interrupted by another familiar noise, that of her front door opening. I quickly followed her instructions then pulled my sweat pants on before turning to Amy as she left the room.

"Stealing is illegal you know," I said to her, "But more importantly your fly is down."

She suddenly looked down to see it wasn't before giving me a quick shot in the ribs and laughing.

We had fucked many times before and since that night but that was probably the greatest, longest, sexiest fuck either of us have had then or since. That entire night is one I have revisited often since, especially recently what with everything that's happened.

My mom came out and her and my dad actually bought a house just outside of town, something they hadn't done in over 20 years. My dad went into semi-retirement, my brother began reading every occult book he could find, my mom got a job in town and I got engaged to Amy. A Horrible life I had, wasn't it? It was the happiest time for all of us and it lasted through spring and summer, a whole 8 months without having to kill anything. 

I invited Amy and her family over to have dinner with me and my dad, and we told them about his rings. We actually told them and they didn't freak out...too much. Scepticism was met with my dad juggling balls of flame and questions were answered without going into too much of the gory details. It took about 2 weeks for Amy to be comfortable with it all but her dad surprised us all by believing everything and even telling us of his own experiences with the supernatural. John and I were eventually told about me inheriting dad's rings to which John stormed out of the house and drove away. We didn't see John until a week later when he did something to mom and dad that made them vanish, before he picked the rings off the floor calmly before leaving.

He believed that they were his birth right; my dad believed that he didn't have the will to use them properly. Dad was right, as usual and John was soon corrupted with the power the rings gave him and told me that if I wanted to protect Amy and keep my life I should just ignore him. We tried but Amy's dad being the chief of police finally realized that John was a rabid psychopath and need to be put down. I thought my life was horrible and Amy and I made love for the last time the night before we confronted John on Halloween night.

Shit hit the fan, police were slaughtered, Amy, her mom and her brother lost their loves, her dad nearly lost his and I eventually killed my brother John. The rings were lost in the fiery maelstrom that ensued at John's hideout and I dragged Amy and her family's bodies out of the wreckage. Her dad never made it to the hospital, he died of blood loss minutes later and I was left holding the bag for what had happened. I also was left with the realization that I had lost everything....

Staring at the burning lodge my brother had used as a hideout, I quickly realized what you do when you lose everything. You get it back. I went and brought my car around to the where I had left Amy and her family, my parents may not have had bodies but Amy and her family did. I put them in the car and drove a little ways into the nearby woods. "

I brought this on them," I thought angrily, "And it killed them, if I hadn't met her they would still be alive, happy as ever and my family's problems would not cost so many innocent lives." There was one thing I could do I decided, I stopped caring whether what I was going do was right or wrong I just want to make things right.