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The Cheat

By: kinkidusti



I loved him. I knew that I did. There was no way to really doubt it. I was just bored. Yes, bored. I had been with him for nearly four years after all. We had been together longer than many married couples are nowadays and I wanted to stay with him; perhaps for the rest of my life for all I knew. We met at the beginning of my college career, he had graduated by this point and I was finishing up a year later than I had planned to. We stayed in the area for each other, we had moved in together, we still had great sex and we still cared deeply for one another. There was just one problem – I was bored and then there was this other guy.

I had always promised myself I would never cheat on him – no way. I had been in probably five prior relationships and I kid you not, every single one ended with the guy cheating on me. I knew how much it hurt; I will never forget the horrible pain that I carried in my heart and soul for weeks and months after the break-ups. No, I would not cheat on him. For one reason or another though, I did. I was pulled in; the nasty grip of passion took a hold of me. I felt as if I could never forgive myself. 

Maybe it is all better told from the beginning...

His name was Hansen, I met him my senior year of college in a class. I did not know his name at the time. It was not until that summer, while we were on a study abroad trip in Peru that I would actually get to know him on a name to name basis. It was a short study abroad trip and I knew during the trip that I had some fleeting feelings for him. He was kind of cute in the way that I liked guys – a bit bearish if you will – he reminded me of my boyfriend mixed with my best friend's boyfriend. Odd combination, but true. We did not see each other from July until September. September, school started up again, and we saw each other on a day to day basis. 

We hung out together, we talked quite often and we often flirted with one another mercilessly and shamelessly. I had an enormous crush on him, needlessly I assumed that he had the same feelings for me, but I still loved my boyfriend – Jonah. I knew that I wanted no relationship with Hansen, although being extremely attractive in my eyes, the things that he did and his reluctance for any sort of change completely turned me off. I knew that he would not be able to treat me the way that I wanted a man to treat me, but I often fantasized about the sort of sexual contact that we would have. The two of us had amazing chemistry socially. During our flirting sessions we made extremely lewd jokes and he talked about things that I had only ever dreamed of Jonah doing with me. However, for all I knew, it was just talk and he was complete and utter shit in the sack. 

It was the beginning of October. Jonah was busy with work and became rather irritable and stopped talking with me on the friendly basis that he used to. I started becoming desperate and although I promised myself that I would not cheat, I could not shake the nightly dreams and fantasies that would dart in and out of my mind involving Hansen and me. 

Friday finally came after a very long week, Hansen and I were sitting in one of the quieter student study areas on the campus with a couple other friends. We were all talking amiably and teasing with one another until Hansen decided that he needed to take a cigarette break outside on one of the terraces. Normally, I am a complete stickler for smoking, I loathe it, one of the many reasons why I could not bring myself to the idea of actually being with Hansen, he was a guy who smoked a pack a day and was not about to give up anytime soon. Instead, on this Friday, I followed him out to the terrace and stood with him as the cold fall wind whipped past our faces. 

I stood downwind of his smoking and we joked with one another. My heart was racing a million miles a minute, I knew what was going to come, I could not hold it in any longer – even though I really wanted to. 

"So Hansen..." I said with a smile on my face, "I've been thinking lately, that if I were to have a friend with benefits it would totally be you." He looked at me square in the eyes and blew smoke out from between his lips. 

"Really?" he asked, his eyes narrowed slightly. I bit my lip nervously and nodded. "Well, don't get me wrong Autumn, I think that you're really cute, but you have a boyfriend." I nodded. 

"I know, I know," I said, "which is why I could obviously never act on it. I just...I guess I wanted to tell you."

"I'm flattered," he said taking another drag from his cigarette. I nodded and we stood in awkward silence for the rest of his cigarette. We then turned back around and went back inside to re-join our friends – my heart was still racing.

It was not for another month that the subject of the "friends with benefits" was brought up again. It was probably mid-November and we had just gotten out of our two-hour-long night class. Usually after this class, a bunch of us would go out to eat or drink or something that would provide us with some activities to unwind. This particular evening it was him, me and three other people from the class. For whatever reason, we decided that it would be best to go to his apartment and smoke some weed (weed: another reason I could not picture myself being with him for a long time). 

I sat next to him on his dilapidated couch, I opted not to actually smoke – I knew that the smoke in the air would get me plenty high. We sat around in a circle, pulled out the drugs and started to unwind from the night. Within no time, I was happy. I had a goofy grin on my face and we were all giggling and saying stupid things to one another. 

Slowly, one by one, our friends began to leave Hansen's apartment until it was just him and me, sitting side by side, watching Comedy Central and slightly stoned. I turned to him and immediately felt the electricity sparking between the two of us. I smiled and started to slowly move closer to his warm body. He looked over at me, stoned look on his face and sighed. 

"You're so cute," he said. He was impossible for me to resist. I slowly put my hand on his thigh, he only continued to look at me, he made no move to push me away or tell me 'no'. I slowly leaned in towards his face and he leaned towards mine. He smelled like the weed that we had just smoked and there was a lingering scent of chocolate. I fell into him and our lips met fiercely. I breathed in sharply and held my breath. My eyes closed dreamily and I felt as if I was sinking deep down into his couch. His hand cupped my chin and he deepened the kiss, our tongues briefly met before I quickly pulled away, my eyes wide in shock, guilt immediately rushing through my entire body. I covered my mouth in shock and stared into Hansen's dreamy blue eyes, slightly bloodshot from the pot. 

"Oh my god..." I gasped, staring at Hansen. 

"Wow," he said with a silly smile. 

"I think that I need to go home," I said quietly, standing up. Hansen made no move to stop me as I grabbed my purse, keys and walked out his door. 

Things were awkward for a while again between the two of us. I did not tell Jonah about the incident between the two of us. I knew that he would be extremely upset about it, and I did not think that it had really been that big of a deal. After all, we were high and it had been a hard night. 

It was not for another couple of months that we were comfortable flirting with one another again, but of course, we were back where we started in January. It was a Friday night; I had invited a bunch of my friends over to my apartment because Jonah was out of town for the weekend for his job. We were sitting around in my living room drinking beer and mixed drinks and I was definitely intoxicated. Again, Hansen was sitting next to me. I was starting to feel sleepy, and one by one, my friends began to take their leaves as the hours passed. 

My eyes closed sleepily and I leaned against Hansen's shoulder. 

"How are you feeling?" I asked him. 

"Drunk," he replied rubbing his thigh. 

"Yeah," I said sleepily, "me too." I sighed and opened my eyes as a commercial for "Girls Gone Wild" came on the TV. "Do you want to stay here for the night?"

"Nah, I can probably drive home," Hansen said, slowly moving his hand to my thigh. I barely noticed and I certainly did not care. My libido was skyrocketing. 

"No, stay here," I insisted, "I'll pull out the futon and you can sleep here for the night."

"Or I can sleep in there with you," he said nodding towards the bedroom. My heart jumped, I jumped awake. I looked him square in the eye, he was earnest. 

My heart started racing wildly and Hansen leaned in towards me and I leaned back away from him. He was relentless and I could only hold out for a few seconds longer before I fiercely kissed him – just like he wanted me to. I bit his bottom lip and he bit my top lip. He tasted like beer and for whatever reason, I could not resist him. I deepened the kiss; he seemed slightly surprised by my ferocity. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and he began to run his fingers through my hair. My eyes rolled back in my head and my head fell back slightly, a moan came from deep in my throat and Hansen's other hand began to travel up my stomach and to my chest. I gasped as he touched my breast and backed away quickly. 

"Oh shit, I've done it again," I said quietly wiping away saliva on my lips. 

"I'm sorry Autumn," he said. "Maybe...maybe I should go." I nodded. 

"That would probably be best," I said. 

Things did not become awkward between the two of us. When the two of us returned to school that Monday and saw each other again, the sexual tension between the two of us could be seen by everyone. Monday evening, a bunch of us were sitting in a small study room in the science building. Hansen and I kept looking up at each other, exchanging small smiles and longing looks. 

It was eight o'clock in the evening, there were five of us still in the study room and I was no longer doing any of my homework. I looked up at Hansen, I knew that he worked in the building and had keys to most of the labs and locked rooms in the basement. 

"Hey, Hansen," I said looking up at him across the room. He looked up at me with a smile on his face. 

"Yes?" 

"I need to get into the downstairs biology lab for something, can you help me out?" I asked. He nodded. I stood up, he stood up. The two of us left the room together, our friends suspected nothing. Hansen opened up the door to the basement for me and then followed behind me down the stairs. 

"What do you need?" he asked as we reached the bottom of the stairs. "Which lab do you need to get into?" We began to walk down the dimly lit hall and I grabbed his hand. 

"I don't care," I replied. He looked at me and I smiled at him and squeezed his hand. 

"What do you need?" he asked again. 

"You," I replied. It was so cheesy and I knew it as soon as the word escaped my mouth, but it was true. Jonah and I had not had sex in several weeks and I was horny as all hell. I took Hansen's hand behind my back, he pulled me in close to him and shoved me up against the wall behind me. 

"What are we going to do?" he asked.

"Anything you want to," I replied quietly looking up at him, batting my eyelashes. Hansen kissed me hard, pushing me against the wall with his full body weight. I bit his lips and wrapped my arms around him tightly pulling him as tightly into me as I could manage. I moaned and he thrust his pelvis against mine, I could immediately feel the erection in his pants and I felt a rush of excitement run through my body that I had not felt since the first time that I had been with Jonah. 

"Fuck me," I whispered between kisses. I grabbed his keychain and fumbled for the large master key. Once I had found it, I slipped it into the door directly behind me, turned the knob and the two of us fell into the botany lab. Hansen kicked the door shut with a loud, dull bang behind us and pushed me over to the nearest table. The small of my back hit the tall table with a sharp pang. I bent backwards slightly, and Hansen followed my body with the weight of his. 

Hansen buried his face in my neck and I gasped – my neck was one of the most erogenous spots on my entire body. His hands began to travel up my back and around to the front of my body, he groped my chest violently. I moaned and squirmed upwards, finding myself in a seated position on the tall lab table. Hansen tweaked my nipples through my shirt; this only made me squirm and moan further. I could feel Hansen's erection straining in his pants and even though the one thing that I wanted to do was undo his pants and slip him inside of me all that I could do was continue to violently pull and rub my hands through the hair on the back of his head. 

"I...I need you," I breathed heavily as Hansen groped at my chest. Hansen took this strong cue and his hands went straight for the waist of my pants. He undid the buttons on my pants quickly and yanked them down to my ankles while dropping down on his knees. I looked down at him on his knees, he stared up at me with dangerous lust in his eyes. His hands traveled up my legs, thighs and to my hips where my dainty pair of panties sat; his fingers looped around the sides and he yanked them down to my knees. He smiled and rose a bit so he was eye-level with my pussy. His face inched closer and closer until he dove in, his tongue immediately finding my clit. He licked and flicked away, sending me into a fury of frustration. I leaned back on my elbows and closed my eyes. I couldn't control my breath, it felt so bizarre, so foreign, so forbidden, so good. Two of his fingers sought out my vagina – they plunged in. I gasped and my right elbow gave out from underneath me, sending my face first onto my right side. Hansen was relentless and he did not stop for anything. 

I pushed him away with my foot. He stood up to his feet and I could see the raging erection protruding from the front of his pants. Hansen quickly pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants then yanked them down to his knees. I looked up at him with fear and lust in my eyes. I knew that I would not be able to back out of anything, not that I wanted to anyway. I knew that I wanted him to fuck me like I had never been fucked before. However, what would happen to the four year relationship that I held with Jonah? Would I even tell Jonah? What would happen between Hansen and me? Would we remain friends? Would we do this again? A million questions raced through my mind as Hansen's deep blue eyes pierced into me. 

Hansen shoved my shirt upwards, exposing my barely covered nipples and breasts. He spread my legs apart forcefully, making sure that there would be plenty of space between for his body. He plunged two fingers deep into me briefly, swirled his fingers around inside violently, withdrew them and then shoved himself – all of himself – into me. I cried out a bit in surprise, shock and a little bit of guilt. My back arched up into Hansen's body and I looked up at him, tears brimming in my eyes. He closed his eyes and kissed me fiercely. I kissed him back earnestly, wrapped my legs and arms around his back and pulled him close to me, trying to get him to go deeper inside of me. I moaned and he moaned. His body bucked against mine, he continuously shoved my entire body against the lab table. It did not exactly feel pleasant, and I could feel the small of my back becoming bruised with each thrust, but it felt so much better than the sweet and lovey sex that Jonah and I had participated in for so many years. 

Hansen's thrusting was relentless. With Jonah, sex would have been over by this point, Hansen showed no sign of being finished. His dick was hard and thick, having sex with him felt like having sex in a porn film. Hansen picked me up by my ass and stood, holding me up, he thrust into me again and again. I closed my eyes tightly. I knew that I was going to come. I did not really want to come, but I knew that it was inevitable. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his hair. My breath was violent and I was silently screaming in pleasure. I bit the back of his shoulder and squeezed my pussy around his dick. He thrust himself violently into me and I screamed out, loudly, in orgasm. My eyes closed tightly and my breath came out in loud shuddering sighs. 

Hansen's thrusts became slower as my orgasm subsided. I clutched onto his shoulders and then felt myself being lowered to the ground. Before I could even register what was happening, I was pushed down to the cement ground on my knees. Hansen stuffed his thick, long dick into my mouth. I choked slightly and sputtered. I was not used to giving blow jobs, I rarely did it for Jonah, and as Hansen stuffed himself in my mouth, I knew that he was planning on finishing himself off in there. I tried to push him away, to push myself away. I did not want him to do this. I knew that it would most likely linger around on my body. I did not want Jonah getting suspicious when I got home later. It was no use. Hansen was much larger than I was and he was hell-bent on finishing himself off in my mouth.

I choked as his dick hit the back of my throat. He did not stop. He thrust himself in and out of my mouth and grabbed a large fistful of my hair and shoved my head on and off of his giant member as tears streamed down my face. I looked up at him with teary eyes and saw him simply looking up at the flowering plant hanging from a hook on the ceiling. He was breathing heavily and his dick was twitching against the roof of my mouth and tongue. I licked the head and he gasped. I did it again, he moaned. I did it a third time and I felt a bit of salty warm fluid hit the back of my throat. I choked again and Hansen pulled my hair back violently while pressing my head as hard as he could onto his cock. I choked once more as I felt his dick slide down into my throat and then felt a warm stinging sensation in my throat. He withdrew immediately and I fell forward to the floor on my hands and knees. I sputtered and coughed. Semen traveled through my nasal cavities, stinging my nose and making my eyes water even more. I coughed and spit up semen on the floor. Hansen tucked his dick back into his pants and kneeled down onto the floor next to me. 

"You okay Autumn?" he asked. I looked over at him, a string of cum dripping from my lips. He smiled and kissed me gingerly on the lips. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I guess," I replied quietly. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asked. 

"No, not really," I replied. 

He helped me up and handed me my clothing one article at a time. I put each on and the two of us left the botany lab, leaving a little mess on the floor. 

What happened after this fateful Monday evening? Not much. I went home that night and Jonah suspected nothing out of the ordinary. It was for the best. Hansen and I slept together once more in the next month or two. It was just as amazing as the first time that we had done the dirty deed. I felt guilty for a long time but never told Jonah. It was unnecessary for me to upset him – he was already stressed out enough of the time. I stayed with him though. I liked the simple life that we had even if it did mean having infrequent, non-violent sex. After all, I loved him. I knew that I loved him. I had just been bored. Yes, bored.

The Cheat



He looked so delicious today. He had a very important meeting downtown and couldn't be late. The head guys were thinking about letting him join them. She knew he had worked very hard for this the last five years so she wanted him to look his absolute best. 

She chose a suit for him that was navy blue pin stripe, white dress shirt and a red power tie. She thought the tie would bring the colors all together. This morning she had woke up to his strong black hands pulling on her luscious tits.

He was the handsomest man she had ever seen. Black curly hair, blue eyes, an ass to die for, six packs and a cock that could rock anyone's world. She just got to be the lucky one that he wanted to spend his life with. 

As she went in to the bathroom to see if he was done in the shower, he grabbed her and told her he wanted to make love for good luck. He felt inspired today by her and he loved her very much. She knew all this but couldn't help feeling her heart lift every time he said it. 

She told him that she loved him too and that she wanted his hard black cock in her mouth first. As she went down on him she could hear him moan in anticipation. She first thought about the meeting and then threw the thought to the side, she wanted to give her man what he needed. 

She started to lick the head of his cock and couldn't wait so she started to deep throat him while playing with his balls. As she rolled them in her hand she stopped and started to lick them. She couldn't believe how huge his cock was becoming and enjoyed watching it enlarge.

She turned, walked over to the counter and scooted her ass up on the vanity so he could have a clear view of her drizzling pussy. He soon came over to her and began to lick her tits while she fingered herself. He loved it when she did that, she knew, so she kept going. He started to pull on his cock and she said hey my love let me do that for you. He laughed and gave his cock over to her. 

She soon had her hands around it pulling and the closer he came to her the closer she came to orgasms. He could see her eyes starting to glisten and knew it was time to fuck her hard. He pulled his cock out of her hands and slammed it into her so hard she thought she was going through the wall. He asked her if that was how she wanted it and with a tremendous sigh and a quiver she said yes. 

She loved it when he fucked her like this. It felt so good to have him take total control of her body and do whatever he wanted to with it. She told him that if he wanted to make it to the meeting that he would have to hurry. He told her that he would fuck her fast and hard not to worry. 

As his cock was going in and out of her wet sloppy pussy she started to come and he could feel her pussy muscles tighten around his engorged cock. At this point he was holding her shoulders against the wall putting all of his effort into pleasing her, knowing she liked it hard. 

He loved to fuck her this way so he could watch the expressions wash over her face. He could see the pure pleasure that he brought her every time she had an orgasm. As she started to come down from her sky high orgasm he took her down and turned her over so that she was leaning over the counter ass in the air. 

He decided that it was time for him to fill her with his tremendous load of love juice and told her he was going to fuck her ass. She said for him to go ahead because she knew in a matter of minutes he would be coming and thats what she liked the best....tasting his juices. 

He started to put the head of his cock in her ass slowly until she told him to hurry and fuck her, she was starting to have another orgasm. He shoved his cock in and she was a tight fit but he continued to enter her ass. He started to rock back and forth while she fingered her cunt. He was getting close and started to pump faster when he heard her moaning and could feel her rubbing her clit faster and faster. 

He told her he was ready to come and stopped what he was doing. She got on her back on the bathroom rug and they did a 69 because that was their favorite position. As she started to deep throat him again she heard him groaning and knew he was ready. She wanted to come at the same time so she told him to finger fuck her while licking her and he did. 

He began to fuck her mouth like he was fucking her pussy earlier and she could do nothing more than lay there and enjoy the taste of a hard black cock. As she started to come all over his face she swallowed the tasty come that was filling her mouth. She loved it when he come in her mouth, there was nothing better. She grabbed hold of his cock as he started to slow down and pumped it until the come was all but drained out.

She loved the sensations she felt when he licked her pussy but adding a finger to the equation was totally so much better to enjoy. As things started to slow down she told him that he had better go get ready for the meeting. He knew that he had to go but didn't really want to. Getting up off the floor he pulled her to her feet and held her. He reached down and playing with her clit, told her to save up her energy for later because when he got home he wanted some more cock blowing. 

She looked at him, walking out into the bedroom and laughed saying she knew what he liked. He turned and went to wash his face and cock. He had to get dressed and get out of there for the meeting. As he walked back out into the bedroom he saw the suit and tie laying on the bed and laughed. Here he thought he would never be ready in time and she had already picked out the suit and tie. 

After he got dressed she walked into the bedroom and told him how lucky she was and how tremendously handsome he was. She told him good luck at the meeting and how very proud of him she was. She told him that he would get the promotion, that he was meant for that position. 

As he walked out the door she kissed him goodbye and they made their plans for dinner that night. Little did he know that after he left a friend of hers was going to be dropping by and they would be spending a little quality time together. She went back into the apartment to get ready when the doorbell rang. She went to the door, looked out and saw her friend. She opened the door and let her in knowing that the next few hours were going to be a treat. 

As her husband got downstairs to the first floor he realized he had left his car keys on the stand by the door. He went back up on the elevator and taking the keys out of his pocket he let himself into their penthouse. At first he didn't hear anything, then standing by the door he thought he could hear someone crying. He walked towards the bedroom and heard his wife softly weeping and someone telling her that she liked it this way. 

He swung the bedroom door open and there laying on the bed was his wife tied and another woman standing over her with a leather strap. For a split second he couldn't believe his eyes and they didn't know he was there until he gave a sigh. They both looked at the door and the woman was stunned. His wife looked at him and said she could explain. He told her that was no use and left the room. 

He went out to call work to let them know he was sick and couldn't make the meeting after all, they would have to reschedule. She thought he had left the penthouse and began to cry like never before, until she saw him walk back in the door naked. He told the women that he wanted some of the action after all he did have a right to it. 

The woman holding the strap just smiled at him, licked her lips and offered her ass. He started to fuck her ass while watching his wife. The woman leaned down and started to lick his wife's shaved pussy clean. He loved watching these two she cats go at it. He loved to see the enjoyment on his wife's lovely face. They were truly enjoying themselves while he fucked the visitors ass.



The Cheat



Thursday Afternoon

"You look good." Ken said stepping up behind Jenna. "Smell good too."

"Stop it." Jenna replied softly. Her body didn't say stop though, she tilted her head slightly so her black hair fell away revealing her slender throat. "I'm married and you know it."

Ken leaned over her without touching her, his hands on either side of the keyboard she was typing on. He pretended he was looking at the screen but only so he could put his face alongside hers. "Yes, I do know you're married. That doesn't change how I feel about you, and it doesn't change how you feel about me."

Jenna managed to keep herself from shivering. He wasn't touching her, not quite, but he was close enough that she could feel him. He was heavy on top of her, he seemed to somehow suck the air out of the room just with his presence. 

"I know it doesn't and maybe if we'd met a few years earlier things would be different but that's not how things worked out." She took a deep breath nearly popping the buttons on her white blouse open. She wasn't working anymore, whatever she hadn't finished on the spreadsheets would have to wait until morning, one way or the other she was just absently punching keys in the hopes that she'd find someway to weasel her way out of the situation she was in.

A loud buzz followed by a slow jazz song finally jolted the raven haired woman into motion. "That's my husband. I have to take this."

Ken looked at her catching her eye for a moment then backed away from her. 

"Hey honey. . .sure I can pick up some potatoes on the way home. I was just wrapping up here." Jenna said before setting her phone down. She pushed a few last keys to save her work. "I'm not that kind of woman." She spat at Ken and deliberately shoving him aside as she left the office.

OoOoO

Thursday Evening

"Hello Mike. How are you?" Jenna said as soon as she entered the door. The twins, Sean and Renaud nearly knocked her over rushing into the house behind her. "Straight to the showers!" The two mud caked boys looked back at their mother with forlorn eyes but they knew better than to argue with her and quickly scampered off, cleats and soccer ball in hand.

"I'm okay, how are you?"

"I'm fine." She walked over to him, in her heels she was almost eye to eye with her husband. She dropped her purse dramatically on the counter and wrapped her arms around him pulling him down into a kiss. "After dinner, maybe we can get some alone time? I picked the boys up one of their X-Box games they shouldn't bother us." She bit down on her lower lip and cupped his cock through his trousers.

Mike retuned the kiss but only half heartedly before pulling away from his wife. "Not tonight. I've got some work to catch up on."

Jenna tried to conceal her disappointment but she knew she'd failed when he frowned. "It's okay. We'll make sometime later in the week."

"Yeah of course we will." Mike replied.

OoOoO

Friday Morning

"I look good, there's no way he'll be able to let me out of the house like this." Jenna purred looking at her reflection. The skirt she was wearing only just covered her round rump and the bustier put her ample cleavage on proud display. She had on black stockings, the tops of which didn't quite reach the bottom of her skirt and the heels he'd personally bought for her when they were in the mall. He called them her 'fuck me' shoes.

Jenna didn't walk out of their room, she strutted and straight into the kitchen where Mike was already sitting behind his laptop after sending the boys off to the bus stop. "Hey honey, you look good. See you when you get home." He didn't even look up.

"Thanks." She posed in the door way lifting up one leg till the skirt rose up revealing the lacy black thong she wore. "You really like it?"

"Yeah, uh, huh."

"See you when I get home." Jenna said flatly almost stomping out of the house.

OoOoO

Friday Morning

Jenna was almost sulking by the time she slipped into an office. She'd thrown on a coat during the drive over but it didn't really cover much. If she hadn't been so upset she would have noticed the heads turning to follow the clicking of her heels as she moved through the office. She was so busy pouting she didn't notice that, or the secretaries glaring angrily at her.

One thing she did notice was Ken standing at the coffee machine. He caught one glance at her and almost ran out of the room. "Oh what the fuck?" Jenna snarled angrily watching him flee. Jenna decided that she didn't really need a cup of coffee instead chasing Ken towards his office.

"He's busy right now." Tia said when Jenna tried to walk past her desk.

Jenna looked down at the petite secretary and forced a smile. "Okay. Tell him when he has time that I want to talk to him."

"Of course." Tia said brushing her green hair behind her ear. "Is it about anything in particular?"

"No." Jenna forced between grit teeth. The hairs on the back of Jenna's neck rose. She'd hated Tia since the first time the little strumpet had stepped into the office, everybody knew how she got her job and how she kept it too.

OoOoO

Friday Afternoon

It was nearly the end of Jenna's shift when Ken finally managed to pull himself away from his office. Just like always she felt him before she saw him only this time she didn't try to ignore him. Jenna spun her chair around. "Oh, I don't need your help anymore." Normally Ken couldn't keep his eyes off her, now he was staring of at some invisible point near her. "Look at me when we're talking." His eyes shifted and widened slightly. 

"Sorry I couldn't pull myself away earlier. I was just swamped with work." Ken said.

"I bet." Jenna turned back toward her desk. "But like I said I don't really need you anymore and it's almost time to leave."

"Are you upset about something?" Ken almost sounded concerned. 

"No, nothing." Jenna snapped finishing her work. "I'll see you on Monday." She didn't notice Ken's hungry stare as she walked past him.

OoOoO

Friday Evening

"Hey baby." Jenna threw the door open and slipped in ready to give her husband another chance. She was greeted with silence. "What?"

She found a note on the fridge.

Friday Night Magic

Gonna be out all night so don't wait up hun. The boys are spending the night next door with the Smiths. 

Love you,

XOXOXOXO

"FUCK!"

Jenna spent the rest of Friday night with her favorite vibrator the Black Mirado Warrior.

OoOoO

Saturday Morning

Jenna slid out of the bed just before seven in the morning setting turning the alarm off and crept downstairs to prepare breakfast. She came back twenty minutes later wearing an apron and her 'fuck me' heels and a smile. She also had breakfast.

What she didn't have was a husband who was up for it. He'd apparently hit the bar after his little card game and could barely pull himself into consciousness let alone anything else. 

As if magically planned to save him from a reaming the phone rang.

Sorry to call you on the weekend Jenna, but we need some last minute changes to the Jameson account and you're the best person to do it.

"I haven't got anything to wear, I already threw everything in the wash." She lied.

Don't worry about that, it's just going to be the two of us so you can just come as you are. 

Jenna stood there thinking about it for a moment before pushing the thought away. "I'll be there as soon as I find something work appropriate."

If you insist.

OoOoO

Saturday Afternoon

Jenna arrived in the office wearing a yellow flower print sundress and white tennis shoes and found Ken waiting at the front door for her. "Wow, if this is what you changed into I can only wonder what you were wearing before." He mumbled thinking she was still out of ear shot.

"You'll just have to keep wondering." Jenna said. She meant to sound angry but failed.

"Oh. Oh. OH! Had a good morning huh?" He waggled his eye brows at her and lightly nudged her.

"I wish." Jenna answered.

"What?"

"Nothing." Jenna sighed. "Well not nothing. It's been a while." As the words were coming out of her mouth Jenna had no idea why she was telling Ken. He was her boss, and he was attracted to her she knew that much. He had a bit of a reputation. All the women had been hit on by him once or twice and more than a few of them had taken the bait.

"I don't believe it. If you were my wife-"

"Well I'm not and that's as far as this conversation can go."

Ken smirked. "Okay sorry I asked. You really do look great though."

"Yeah, yeah lets get this done so I can get back being at home and not getting any. I mean if I'm gonna not get laid I'd like to do it in the comfort of my own home with a pint of Hagen-Daaz if you don't mind."

"Well I do but I'll tell you about it later." Ken said then ignored the glare she gave him.

OoOoO

Saturday Evening

"You are right, ice cream does taste better melting over a warm brownie in a dimly lit restaurant." Jenna commented scooping another bit of the delicious dessert into her mouth. "But this doesn't change anything."

"I wasn't trying to change anything." Ken replied. 

Jenna wasn't sure how she'd let him talk her into going out for dessert and drinks. There had been something while they'd been working and then he smiled and he really was very handsome. Ken was more than a little convincing when he had his heart set on something too.

"Liar."

"Okay maybe I am." Ken smirked and scooped up a bit from their shared desert. "I notice you haven't touched your drink."

"That's because I don't trust you." She grinned.

"You think I'd roofie you? I'm wounded." He dramatically placed the back of his hand to his forehead. "Like a common college creep."

Jenna couldn't keep from smiling. "Okay fine, I don't trust me. You don't know what it's like to be ignored." Ken raised a brow. "You, ignored?"

"No, I'd be full of shit if I claimed that I had a problem with getting ignored." Ken admitted. "I'm sorry, I'm a terrible liar."

"Yeah, you are. So as soon as we're finished I need to get home. I'm sure my husband is waiting for me."

"Liar."

"Okay, yes I am lying. He's probably playing Xbox with the boys and doesn't even know that I'm out of the house. That doesn't change things."

Ken shrugged. "Okay, that's fine. Lets get you home."

"Yes, lets."

OoOoO

Saturday Evening

"Honey, I'm home!" Jenna shouted walking through the door. "Honey? Boys?"

She found a note on the fridge.

Took the boys to the Drive In, gonna pick up a couple of pizzas while we're out.

Love you,

XOXOXOXO

"You've got to be fucking kidding me.

OoOoO

Sunday Morning

Jenna woke up and stretched and rolled over to find she was alone in her bed. "Well that sucks." She mumbled to herself slipping out of bed and wandering into the bathroom. While the water was warming she went into the closet and pulled out her dildo. "At least you can always make time." She mumbled.

Jenna stepped into the shower lathering up her lithe body imagining at her first that they were her husband's hands moving over her breasts. Palming them and lightly pinching at her nipples. His hands would eventually wander down between her legs slipping a finger into her. "Oh yes, more." She whispered to herself adding a second and third and finally rubbing her palm against her clit. Five minutes later she wasn't any closer to her orgasm than she'd been when she started but the hunger was still there.

That was when Ken suddenly entered her mind. He wasn't timid and loving like Mike, he was strong and insistent. He would make her taste her own juices, then he wouldn't just shove one finger in her at a time. He'd jam three in her all at once, and he'd tell her to like it. It took less than a minute for that fantasy to send her into a guilt induced orgasm.

OoOoO

Sunday Afternoon

Mike had been waiting for her to get out of the shower after his morning run. Even accidentally dropping the towel didn't cause him to even bat an eye at her as he rushed to take his own shower. Jenna had gone down to spend sometime with the boys playing a what was supposed to be a few quick rounds of Guitar Hero and had somehow turned into overran hour. It was the only non-puzzle game she could keep up with the boys in and they might have been faking wanting to hang out with mom but if they were, they were doing an excellent job of pretending. She was the one who finally ended their jam session frustrated she couldn't keep up with the triplets.

Mike had parked himself on the couch for a Godzilla marathon so Jenna joined him crawling over and resting her head in his lap. "Hey baby."

"Hey." Mike reached down running his fingers affectionately through his wife's hair. "Did you have fun with the boys?"

"Mmmhmmm. But I'm looking forward to having some fun with you." She slid a hand between her head and his groin gently kneading her fingers against his cock. "You've got a monster in your pants just begging to be let out."

"Cute, but it's the middle of the day and the boys are up." Mike replied.

"I can be quiet."

"Maybe when they go to sleep."

OoOoO

Sunday Night

"No way he'll be able to resist this." Jenna whispered as she looked over her outfit in the mirror one last time. She was wearing a baby blue teddy he'd gotten her for their anniversary and a pair of of low heels with a bow over the toe. 

"Hey big boy, how are you." She purred slinking out of the bathroom and posing in the door way.

Mike had fallen asleep with the television on still watching his Godzilla marathon. "I don't know what I did to piss you off God, but I'm really really sorry and if you'll just let me get fucked I promise I'll be a good girl for the rest of my life." She curled up on the bed and watched the rest of the movie. She had to admit that men in rubber suits performing professional wrestling moves on each other did have a certain charm to it. Especially when one of them started doing a little victory dance when the others started flying away.

OoOoO

Monday Afternoon

"What is it Ken?" Jenna asked without looking up from her computer.

"Just came to check on you, its lunch time and you normally step out and go to that Jewish bagel place." He held up a bag and smiled.

"You know, it's okay that you think I'm sexy, but now I'm starting to think you might think of me as a person." Jenna said smiling and taking the bag.

"Sorry, I'll try a little harder to ignore you. So have things gotten better for you around the house?"

Jenna looked over her shoulder. "French Toast bagel? Do you spy on me?"

"Only in the shower." Ken replied.

"You wish. You know I'm never going to change my mind on you."

"Oh us, never going to change your mind about us." Ken corrected sitting down on her desk. "So are you going to tell me why you're still sitting here and not at lunch, I know you're pretty much done with your work for the day."

"How do you know that?"

"You mean besides the fact that all the computers are on one network? The fact that management occasionally peruses the internet logs?" Jenna's normally pale skin turned bright red. "Yeah. . .don't worry about it. Nobody cares that you were watching Pornstar Punishment. I didn't think you'd be into that kind of thing."

"Why not?" Jenna asked.

"You just seem like you'd be a little straight laced for that kind of thing." Ken said with a shrug. "I mean all the hair pulling, slapping, choking, anal."

"Yeah well maybe a couple of months without much attention has issues." Jenna looked up at Ken.

"Yeah, I don't even want to know what kind of crazy I might get if I was looking at months of not getting laid. I'd probably be driving the streets trying to find out where the hookers hang out in Sunridge." He smiled.

"Or you'd be fucking one of your secretaries." Jenna spat and immediately regretted. 

"Tia? You think?" Jenna raised a brow. "Okay fine, she wasn't hired because of her incredible secretarial skills. But you sound jealous." 

"Nope, not at all." Jenna looked back to her computer. 

Ken put his hands on the back of the chair leaning her back slightly. "You know, you're not a very good liar either. Is that why you were watching that one with the office worker who gets punished by her boss? Did I miss my chance last week?" Jenna blushed and started furiously trying to find something on the screen to draw her attention away from him. "I did! Holy shit, never missed the signs that badly."

"No, you never had a chance." 

"So I have one now?" Ken teased.

"If my husband keeps ignoring me like this you might find me standing on the street corner looking for the first customer I can find."

"I think you know you can just come to my office, I mean I might make you beg at that point-"

"Stop it." Jenna squealed slapping at his hand. "That is never happening. Not ever." 

"Just so you know the longer you deny me the more I'm gonna humiliate you when you finally come crawling to me to scratch, that itch." Ken didn't wait for her to respond, he just left.

OoOoO

Monday Evening

Mike was busy watching Raw is War with the boys. 

Tuesday Evening

Mike had to work overtime on a project.

Wednesday Evening

Jenna dressed in her old cheerleader outfit from high school. She eventually got frustrated when the boys were however playfully making lewder comments than her husband.

Thursday Morning

Jenna climbed into the shower with Mike and he quickly slipped out of the shower barely brushing against her in his rush to get to work.

Thursday Evening 

He turned down a handjob on the way to pick up the boys from soccer practice claiming it would 'stink up' the car.

One week later

Mike couldn't find time to sneak away to a resort for the weekend while the boys visited their grandparents.

One month later

Monday Morning

"Would you please tell Ken I need to talk to him?" Jenna said.

"Sure." Tia responded. Then she got up and walked into Ken's office. She didn't ask what it was about or give her any snide remarks like she always did. It was a little odd. When she came out a moment later she was almost smiling, like she'd been let in on a secret but wasn't going to spill. "He said to tell you that he's busy."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, he's in the middle of something important. He'll try to make some time to see you this afternoon." Tia sat down back behind her desk. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Jenna took a deep breath. "No, thank you Tia. I'll be in my office if he needs me."

It took everything Jenna had to keep from screaming right in Tia's smug face. She carefully stalked off to her office hoping to bury herself in her work. She actually considered for a brief moment actually going out and whoring herself. At least then she'd get some attention. Even if it was from a greasy, smelly, neck beard at least he'd want her.

"I can't believe I was actually about to beg him." Jenna sat down at her desk. "I'm sure Mike can pry his ass away from the boys to fuck me tonight."

On cue her cell phone received a text.

From: Mike

Taking the boys to Raw is War live! Gonna be late, promise to bring you a John Cena shirt.

XOXOXO

"Randy Orton, is. . ." She would have flung the phone across the room if it wasn't worth three hundred dollars and if her computer hadn't chimed that she had a message.

From: Ken 

Remove your panties, then take a picture and send it to me. Do this from your desk.





The Cheat



Jenna stared at the screen in absolute awe. She couldn't believe Ken would have the audacity to send her that kind of message. It would be so easy for her to just forward it to HR or save it and take him to court for harassment.

Then she felt a warmth in her belly. "Fine, he probably thinks I won't." Jenna stood up at her desk, taking a look around to make sure nobody would see her as she hiked up her skirt and wriggled out of her panties. Then she stuffed them in her purse.

"Hey Jenna." 

Jenna froze place with her hand still touching her panties. "Hi." 

"Oh, just making sure you got the memo, we need to the Summer's account finished by the end of the day." Peter said.

"Yep, I'm on it, almost finished." Jenna forced a laugh. "Is that all?"

"Yeah, well you're looking a bit red, you feeling okay?"

"Yes, fine." She laughed again slowly easing her hand away from her purse. "Just fine."

"Alright, as long as you're sure."

Jenna's heart felt like it was going to beat its way clean out of her chest. There was knot twisting in her gut and most of all she was getting slick between her thighs. Jenna's lets would barely support her when she stood up to look around hoping this time to she was truly alone when she spread her legs as far as the pencil skirt would allow, shoved her camera beneath the desk and snapped a picture.

Jenna took a look at the picture, the light was crap beneath her desk and beneath her skirt and the dark nest of curls around her womanhood further concealed it but it was easy to tell what it was a picture of and even see how she was glistening. 

"I can't actually be thinking about seriously doing this." Jenna thought about what she was doing for all of a minute before sending the picture to her boss. A tingle traveled the length of her spine. She couldn't believe she'd actually just done that. 

She had to wait less than a minute for a response.

From: Ken

Delicious. It's good to see a woman who stays natural. Now I want you to go to the store, by a razor, shave and send me a new picture to inspect. You have the rest of the day off.

Jenna stared at her computer screen for a moment. "Okay." Her entire body was tingling at the thought of this latest command. Everything she was doing was so completely wrong but she needed this so badly, to feel desired.

She wasn't sure when she'd made the decision, only that she'd left the office. She felt a little like she was having an out of body experience. The woman striding to her car, so wet she knew her co-workers must have smelled it, preparing to buy a razor and shave for her boss couldn't possibly have been timid little Jenna. It wasn't possible and yet it was.

OoOoO

Monday Afternoon

Predictably the boys were still at school and Mike was out of the house when Jenna walked in the door with her freshly bought razor. She went straight to the bathroom drawing a bath and sitting. She hadn't shaved her vagina since she was in college. It was something young girls did to impress boys who didn't know any better. It was also apparently something frown women did on command for their bosses.

The world boss had never been a turn on before but thinking about it right then Jenna shivered.

An hour later she'd finished her task but the lure of the tub refused to let her go so she ran a bubble bath and slipped into the hot water occasionally marveling at how it turned her normally milky flesh light pink. The comparison to a cooked lobster fluttered about but only until the thought of what Ken must be planning to do to her took hold.

Jenna instantly lost herself in the fantasy of Ken. In her lust fueled dreams he wasn't just her boss, he was her master. He didn't think twice about dragging her by the hair or slamming her up against the wall for fuck so brutal it would leave her bowlegged and bruised for days. He'd make her do all sorts of degrading things that she'd never done for any man in her entire life.

Every inch of Jenna's body felt tight all at once. One leg was draped over the edge of the pool, toes curled, one hand was clutching the spigot to keep her from sinking beneath the surface and her cunt was greedily clenching around her fingers. She was mildly aware that the bucking of her hips was splashing water out of the tub but she didn't care about that. Her entire world was focused around the tight ball churning in her hips. The ball grew and grew inside her and then-

-and then she realized she wasn't alone and her body froze in place. "Hey hon, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your afternoon bath or whatever. I'll use the boys room and stay out of your way."

"No wait!" Jenna cried but he was already gone and so was the feeling. 

Now he wasn't just failing to satisfy, he was fucking clit blocking.

OoOoO

Tuesday Morning

Jenna walked to her desk and found a small box waiting for her. She sat down taking a quick glance around then opened the box. Inside the box were two smallish stainless steel balls and a note.

From: Ken

Insert the benwaa balls into your smooth cunny. I'll see you after if you last that long.

"He can't be serious." Jenna whispered picking up the two balls. After making certain nobody would notice she yanked her panties to the side and thrust the cool metal spheres inside her. A moment later they buzzed and vibrated inside her and she whimpered.

"This is going to be a long morning."

OoOoO

Tuesday Afternoon

The goddamn benwaa balls were on some kind of timer or remote control or something. Sometimes they'd keep buzzing away inside her for a few minute straight only to die down, sometimes they'd stay off for a long stretch only to slowly ramp up until she noticed them and other times they'd maintain a steady pace until Jenna could finally block them out only to jolt into full strength.

Jenna stayed in from lunch today, she didn't trust that her legs wouldn't go to jelly or her voice wouldn't give her away if the balls went off while she was in line. Instead she'd stayed at her desk finishing her work for the day. The very moment lunch was officially over she half ran to Ken's office.

Tia was there, her hair purple now with pink highlights. The two ladies exchanged pleasantries that they didn't really mean but had practiced over the last few months as coworkers. 

"He'll see you now." Tia said motioning to the door. Jenna's heart was suddenly back to fluttering. "You okay?" Tia was teasing her. Jenna wished she could have come up with a snarky comeback right then but the balls suddenly jolted her and nearly knocked her off her feet so she just fled into Ken's office.

Jenna had been to Ken's office dozens of times and she'd never been intimidated by it before. If he'd changed something she had no idea what it was, only that his office now looked like some kind of lair of a Bond villain or a comic book movie. The way his eyes were boring into her from behind his desk just added to the aura.

"You made it all the way to lunch."

"May I take them out sir?" Jenna hissed. Her knees were threatening to buckle beneath her at any moment. "Please."

"No. And sir. I like that. What you may do is take off your blouse." Ken said. Jenna didn't say anything, she just reached up and started unbutton her shirt. "No, slowly, sexily. And you can lose the skirt as well."

"I can't."

Ken didn't say anything, he just drummed his fingers together. 

The feeling of his eyes on her was intense. Like a pair of burning coals searing her flesh through her clothing. No man had ever looked at her like that and it was a truly powerful thing, a thing that took hold of her hips and started moving them to a rhythm that only seemed to exist in her head. The benwaa balls seemed to churn in time with her hips, but now instead of trying to deny them Jenna worked with them.

Jenna had never stripped before, not even for her husband or playfully for the mirror but it seemed to come completely naturally to her. One by one the buttons came undone ending with a dramatic reveal of the blue transparent bra she'd worn. She threw the blouse onto a chair then strode up to the desk stepping up onto it. Jenna turned her back to Ken as she unzipped her skirt and inched it down over her thighs. 

She could still feel his hunger washing over her in warm waves and growing more and more intense. Jenna dropped to her knees wobbling her ass back and forth inching it closer and closer to his face until she could feel his breath on her buttocks, then she quickly moved away and leaned backwards until she was staring up at Ken.

The smoldering look in his eyes drove her on. He didn't tell her to take off her bra, but she felt compelled as she looked up at him. Jenna unfastened her bra and snapped upright looking over her shoulder at him coyly while slipping the fabric away and cupping her breasts in one arm. She spun around on the smooth desk top sending papers fluttering to the to the floor and revealed her breasts to him

Finally Jenna lay on her back with her ankles crossed and feet pointed towards the ceiling and started inching her panties down. It was the way he was looking at her, it was just so hot she had to get those damn panties off. 

"Stop." It was the first word he'd spoken since she started stripping and it froze her in place. "Good girl."

Jenna's hips were still churning, trying desperately to get those balls to take her pace the precipice they'd pushed her to the edge of and masterfully kept her at most of the morning. "Please." She hissed.

"Please what?" Ken teased. 

The bastard was enjoying this. If she'd been a little more level headed Jenna might have been angry but she could barely think with those balls buzzing inside her. "Please fuck me, I need it." 

"Oh, you do?" Ken grabbed her panties from between her knees and pulled them off her. "And how is that my problem?"

"Don't tease I know you've wante-" Ken cut Jenna off when he balled up her panties and jammed them into her mouth. She glared angrily around them but she didn't dare take them out of her mouth.

"Good girl, already so obedient." He pointed to the floor.

Jenna obeyed getting off the table and kneeling where he'd been pointed her thighs splayed open. "It's hard to believe you husband doesn't take advantage of such a cuddly slut as you." Ken stepped forward brushing his shoe against her clit. "Go on make yourself come. You've earned it."

Jenna looked up at him in horror. He couldn't be serious could he? A minute longer of staring into his eyes and she knew he did want her to do this degrading thing. So did she. Jenna lowered herself until her clit was pressed against the tip of his polished shoe and started grinding herself back and forth against him. 

"That's it Jenna, who's a good little whore?" He reached down and petted her on the head.

That was the final humiliation, the one that pushed her over the edge. It was a good thing he'd gagged her with her own soaked panties or her cries would have been heard through the entire office instead of reverberating in her own skull. 

"Good girl. Now get dressed finish your work and go home. I expect you to show up to work without bra panties from now on." He leaned over and plucked her panties from her teeth. "Am I clear?"

"Yes sir." Jenna responded her voice quavering.

"Good."

OoOoO

Tuesday Evening

Ken had allowed her to take the balls out at the end of the day. She had to wash them, orally, while he watched and then place them in a special box before leaving and going home to her family. The boys were happily playing their new dancing game on the Xbox.

Mike was busy doing something work related. Jenna didn't even really bother asking what it was when she got home. He said something in passing about how beautiful she looked and how she was practically glowing. 

Jenna eventually dragged him into their bed room by his tie for a quickie. He wasn't nearly as enthusiastic about it as Jenna expected but it felt damn good to get a cock in her.

OoOoO

Wednesday

Ken made her spend the morning going insane with the Benwaa balls but made her wait until it was nearly closing before he allowed her to get herself off on his shoe.

OoOoO

A month later.

Friday Morning

She had managed to get Mike into bed twice more, once by attacking him in the shower the other time by literally getting on her hands and knees and begging him.

"He said to give you this." Tia said handing Jenna a manila envelope. She didn't have her usual smug smile though. Jenna almost asked her if something was wrong but she realized immediately that she didn't actually care what Tia's problem was. "You have the day off, the rest of your duties will be taken care of.

"Okay." Jenna said walking away and opening the package. Inside there was a note and one thousand dollars in cash.

Jenna

Go to Damian's and pick up the following.

-Leather collar

-Blindfold

-Handcuffs

-Black Fishnet Stockings

-Black Corset

-Black platform heels

Once you have purchased all of these go to the Hilton and ask for the room reserved for Lilli. More instructions will be waiting.

Jenna didn't question it at all. For the last month he'd alternated between making her cum on his shoes after dancing and sending her home unfulfilled. She was well past the point where she questioned his orders. She knew what her place was. She just hoped that this would finally be the day he fucked her. 

She'd begged him more than once, promised she would do anything and he never touched her beyond petting her head. He treated her like she was just an animal. It was still more affection than she'd gotten from her husband.

OoOoO

Friday Afternoon

"Reservation for Lilli." Jenna said to the man behind the counter.

The man, more a boy really, he couldn't possibly be any older than twenty something with the acne he had and greased back hair, handed her a plastic card. "Room three hundred forty four. It's on the left on the third four. I hope you enjoy your stay. If you need anything just dial zero." 

Jenna took the key and went to the room where another

Take a shower, shave, perfume yourself then put on the things you purchased, then kneel in the middle of the room. I will be there shortly.

Jenna didn't know how long she was kneeling when the door opened, only that her legs were starting to go numb. 

"Obedient. I like that in a woman." The sound of Ken's voice was enough to instantly start that warmth simmering between her thighs. 

She'd never been blindfolded, at least not as an adult. She'd forgotten how quickly it heightened her other senses. She could smell the coffee he was holding. She could feel the carpet shifting beneath her as he walked around her. Jenna could hear his foot steps.

He wasn't alone. It took her a moment to notice but Ken wasn't the only person in the room. There were two, no three people, one of them a woman walking around the hotel room with him. Ken gently ran his fingers through her hair. As demeaning as it was Jenna had come to crave the feeling of his petting her like a dog. 

"Who's with you?"

"If I wanted you to know you wouldn't be blindfolded would you slut?"

He'd never called her a slut before. She wouldn't have thought that mere words would be so effective on her. "No sir."

"Good, no more questions."

The three of them walked around her carefully observing every inch of her flesh. Jenna felt their eyes oozing over her. The man was wearing cologne, something she was familiar with but couldn't quite place and the woman was wearing heels and had showered with vanilla scented soap.

"She's lovely isn't she such an obedient fuck slut and I've never even touched her. Watch." Jenna squealed when she felt the toe of his shoe between her thighs. Jenna instantly started grinding herself against his shoe and was just about to orgasm when he withdrew his shoe leaving her writhing in place.

"Please sir, give it back."

"No. Today you are going to please me." 

Jenna heard a zipper lowered and immediately started salivating in anticipation. "Open." Jenna opened her mouth Ken grabbed her by the hair lifting her up slightly and pushing his cock into her mouth. It has been more than year since the last time she'd given her own husband a blow job. She enjoyed the feeling of a hard cock brushing over her tongue, stretching her lips around it. 

"You are a good cock sucker." Beneath the blindfold Jenna's eyes shot open. She recognized that voice. Tia knelt down behind her and cupped her breasts toying with her nipples. "All the way down, you can do it." Tia cooed encouragingly. 

Ken twisted Jenna's hair around his fist and started slowly forcing his cock deeper into her throat. He didn't care that she was gagging, neither did Tia. The bitch thought it was funny and was laughing in Jenna's ear while Jenna sputtered and gagged. Saliva oozed out from the corners of her mouth streaming down her throat. 

Jenna felt a moment of combined blind panic and elation. Her nose was pressed to Ken's stomach and his balls were bouncing off her chin. Tia was whispering demeaning things into her ear. She also couldn't breathe and none of them seemed to be concerned at all that she couldn't breathe. Jenna's lungs were starting to burn when Ken yanked his cock out of her mouth slapping her across the face with his hard shaft. That gave her just enough time to drag a gasp of air into her mouth before Ken went back to fucking her face. 

"Good girl." Ken growled yanking her head back . "Keep your mouth open."

"Yes sir." Jenna whispered.

"Such a good little whore." Ken spat in her mouth. "Swallow."

Jenna cringed, she couldn't believe he would demean her like that. She was really nothing to him, just a receptacle for his cock and whatever bodily fluids he decided to give her. "What to polite girls say when something is given to them?"

"Thank you?" Jenna asked he voice quavering.

"She is a smart slut." Tia cooed. "Tell me girl, have you ever done any anal play?"

"I let my boyfriend in college do it once." Jenna answered.

"You never let your husband fuck you in the ass? You don't tongue his ass when he askes?"

Jenna's face screwed up in disgust. "No, I would never." The bed creaked drawing Jenna's attention toward it.

"You'll do it for Ken." Tia wasn't asking a question. Jenna knew she was right. "Say it."

"I'll do it for Ken." Jenna hissed. 

"That's not good enough say it." 

"I'll let him fuck me in the ass, I'll lick his ass. I'll do it for him." 

"Good girl." Even when the words came out of Tia they made Jenna shudder with pleasure. 

"You'll beg me." Ken said. "And maybe I'll give you what you need."

"Please sir, please let me be your whore. Fuck me in the ass, fuck me hard. Make me your whore." She whimpered. 

"As you can see she's an eager slut." Ken said. "She just needs proper motivation. Put your head down, ass up Jenna, convince me I should take your ass."

With her hands still cuffed behind her she fell face first into the carpet then slid around so her ass was pointed towards where she thought he was and spread her legs. "Please, please, I need your cock. I need cock."

"Why do you need cock so badly?"

Jenna paused in place her face turning red. "Because my husband won't fuck me."

"Really? What have you tried?" Ken asked.

Jenna didn't know why he was asking her this. He already knew how she'd tried everything to seduce her husband. "I dress up sexy for him, I hop in the shower with him every chance I get. I send the boys to spend the night away and he just ignores me. He always ignores me." The bed creaked again.

"It's a shame, if I had a piece of ass like you in my house I'd wear your ass out every day."




The Cheat



"I know you would sir. Please, please wear my ass out." Jenna waggled her ass for him. "Please, please, please." 

"No." Ken said.

"What? No, sir, you can't I need this."

"Are you questioning me?" 

"No sir." Jenna whimpered. 

"Good, now my friend here has never gotten to fuck a girl in the ass before. You're going to indulge him am I clear?"

"Yes sir!" Jenna exclaimed. "Please whoever you are, fuck me, fuck me anyway you please just fuck me." 

Jenna squealed happily as the man grabbed her by the hips and flung her onto the bed. One hand moved to the back of her had forcing her head down into the pillows and then he shoved his cock into her ass in a single stroke. It hurt at first, but only for a moment then Jenna just had a wonderful sense of fullness as the stranger took her from behind. She was completely helpless beneath his thrusts unable to do anything but churn her hips back against him. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She howled at the top of her lungs.

The strangest thing, the man was strangely silent, he barely grunted while he fucked her. She'd never had a man who didn't try, usually comically badly, to talk dirty while they fucked. 

"Please come for me stranger, come in my ass." Jenna cooed tilting her head back towards him. She kept pushing her hips back toward him. "Please, I want Ken to know I can be a good whore. Maybe next time he'll fuck me."

"She's good. You're sure she has no formal training?" Tia asked.

"I'm sure. She's free range slut but she'll learn. She might even be better than you."

" I doubt it." Tia spat.

Jenna blocked the two out, the only thing she was paying attention to was the cock stretching her asshole out. The stranger looped arm around her throat squeezing her airway shut. Jenna couldn't fight back against him, she could only pump her hips back against him and hope that when he came he'd let go. She was whimpering as the world started to slowly fade around her. Jenna was suddenly certain that this was how she was going to die.

Things got darker and darker and then everything was simply gone. The world went away and Jenna was floating somewhere near her body. Then suddenly the world came slamming back like a fist to the face. Everything was so vibrant from the course sheets grinding against her nipples to his stubble scrapping the back of her neck. His cologne, Eternity, was so vibrant she could almost taste it and his cock sawing in and out of her ass was nirvana. When the man fucking her ass came it drove Jenna over the edge into her own orgasm. "Thank you, kiss me please." She begged.

The man didn't kiss her. He wouldn't give her even that tiniest shred of human treatment. He palmed her skull and buried her face in the pillows. Then he wiped his cock clean on her upturned ass. Jenna didn't move while he finished using her. She heard him getting dressed and leaving the room. She would never know who the man was who'd fucked her. That was the kind of woman she was now, just a collection of holes for men. 

"Remove her handcuffs." Ken said. 

Jenna felt the bed shift and the springs creak as Tia climbed onto the bed and removed the cuffs then sat down next to her.

"May I?" Jenna asked reaching up for the blindfold.

"Yes."

"Thank you sir." Jenna pulled off the blindfold. 

"You did well. If you want this can be your life, just my little whore." Ken said.

Jenna looked at him. He was joking wasn't he? He knew she had a husband, children, even if she desperately needed some changes in her life she couldn't just walk away from it all. "I can't."

"I thought you might say that." Ken's smile was a bit disturbing. "If you change your mind I'll be here with Tia all night, you should go though."

Jenna looked at him, she'd known the entire time he was just using her for his amusement but somehow she'd fooled herself into thinking it would last longer than this. She didn't say anything to him, she got dressed and left.

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Friday Night

Jenna had to stop when she was still in the driveway and gather her thoughts. She couldn't walk into the house puffy eyed and sniveling. Once she'd finished calming down she walked into the house for the shock of a lifetime. 

Mike was sitting in a recliner staring at the door. "I was wondering if you were coming back."

"Why would you wonder tha-" Mike was wearing Eternity, it was the scent she'd gotten him for Christmas. "Ho-"

"You just fuck whoever your boss hands you off to." It wasn't a question.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't give me that bullshit. You're sorry? Don't you dare try to sell me that shit or I swear to god I'll beat you to death. I'm taking the boys and getting a divorce and you, I hope I never see you again."

Jenna couldn't find any words. She knew he was right, she was fucking whore and he would have been well within his rights if he'd hit her. 

"That's what I thought. Get the fuck out of my house."

She didn't bother asking him where he expected her to sleep. She knew he didn't care. 

An hour later she knocked on the hotel room she'd just left. Ken opened the door. "Your back, I was wondering when you'd get back."



The Cheater



Copyright© December 2010 by Mendon Fishers

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There I was minding my own business, taking a leak, when some guy yells at me and tells me to knock it off. So, I figured I'd better explain to him why I'm pissing on a grave.

It all started with my best sales rep. for the last few years.

Larry Wilson was a 35 year old salesman and had a territory that was about 1000 miles from the home office outside New York City. So he lived with his girlfriend in a small house he had rented when assigned the territory four years ago. He was good at sales for Silver Software Services. He sold custom programming to satisfy manufacturing companies and made a decent income. His customers liked him and there were never any complaints about him to the home office. 

To be exact, a few of our customers inquired of me, his boss Arnie Oliver, if they could steal him away from the company. Of course I said I would never let him go that he was just too valuable and way too good a salesman. 

He loved the attention and praise. However, this type of praise made him just a little too full of himself for my liking. Normally I would have addressed that attitude, but he was responsible for 40% of my department's company sales. So I did what any good manager would do, I ignored it.

His girlfriend, Sheila Vitale, was 10 years younger than him and beautiful. She was 5' 4" tall with soft blond hair and clear cool blue eyes. She was of northern Italian ancestry. Unfortunately she was also completely enthralled with him. As far as he was concerned, she was just arm candy that was also good in bed. I guess he did feel something for her, but his love of himself was stronger and came first. 

And because of that self-love, He was a player and chased women relentlessly.

He didn't "play" around in his little town. That old expression, "You don't shit where you eat" applied to his home area. But he didn't follow that rule if he was over 300 miles from home and no one knew him. Then he'd turn into a snake and try to screw anything available. 

Now he wasn't after skanks and sluts, but young, pretty females who appeared to be interested in him. Married or single to him they were just pieces of meat there for the taking.

Yeah, I know, he was stupid. He had a beautiful young female at home, who would do anything he asked and even more. She was totally in love with him, exactly like he was totally in love with himself. The only difference was that she was true to him and was completely faithful. On the other hand he was only faithful to himself. 

He had a different woman in his bed every time he traveled. Like I said he was a snake.

It was December, and time to travel to the home office in New York State for our annual sales meeting and Holiday Party. He had taken his girl friend, Sheila, to a couple of these parties early in their relationship. Sheila was young, didn't know anyone he worked with and hadn't developed the social skills to start a conversation with strangers. Most of the people we worked with did not go out of their way to make her comfortable with them as they felt Larry should have extended himself to help her become comfortable in his setting. 

The end result was that Sheila stayed in their room most days and only ventured out if he took her somewhere. Since he really didn't want Sheila "hanging around", and cramping his style, he went out of his way to make her feel bored and uncomfortable with the people he worked with.

It was at one these parties I met her. I remember seeing her sitting at an empty table looking lost. I asked her to dance. Sometime that week I lost my heart to her. But I couldn't tell her. Besides she only had eyes for Larry and he was my best salesman. I couldn't risk messing with his girlfriend.

She lasted two years attending these events and then didn't want to accompany him anymore. He was a great actor; he pleaded, cajoled, and begged her to attend. He almost cried, but then realized she might give in if he did and go, so he pretended to give in and let her stay home with the promise to call her everyday (but not at night because he might be getting lucky with another female.)

For the next couple of years, he worked his way through all the young unattached females (and some attached ones) at these parties. 

Did I tell you before he was a snake? 

That's right, a snake with a great big ego and a good line of bullshit.

I was his confident, so he told me, at the five year mark, that Sheila started the "marriage" and "children" talks. No he wasn't anywhere near ready to settle down and do the married man thing. Hell, Sheila was screwing his brains out every time he was home and there were a bunch of one (two?) night stands while was on the road. 

"What man in his right mind would want to get married and pass that up?" he said.

Twice a year it was my job to ride along with all the salesman under my supervision. Larry was one of those. I timed my trips to meet him at his home and then stay a couple of days in his town before taking a week to travel with him. I got to know Sheila during these visits and saw the way Larry treated her and how much she loved him. I made a special place for her in my heart and because of these feelings; I began hating Larry a lot more.

Well eventually he gave in to her constant hints about marriage. He bought Sheila a ring. It was a small engagement ring that he said was perfect for the size of her hand. He gave it to her in June and promised that they'd set "the date" in the near future. My heart went out to Sheila. There she was as happy as could be and I was sad for her. I just knew that Larry would someday break her heart, just as mine was suffering now.

She was so happy; she did everything sexual he suggested. They tried anal, bdsm, bondage, and bestiality (no not really the bestiality, she wasn't that thrilled with animals!) He stayed fat and happy, and kept putting off a date for them to marry. He also kept on bedding anything (and everything) available while on the road. 

You probably wonder how I knew all about their love life. Well Larry loved to brag. He told all the other salesmen and I was also aware of these stories. The other guys treated him like a hero. I got sick to my stomach concerned about how it would affect Sheila because it would eventually come out to hurt her.

Christmas was rapidly approaching and the company had set the dates for their annual sales meeting and Holiday Party. Larry told Sheila the dates he would be gone with an extra week added on. About two weeks before heading to the main office he took a quick trip around his sales territory. He wanted to visit all his major customers and just touch base with them before the office meeting. 

He wanted no surprises caused by unhappy customers.

He also spent part of the time visiting some of his various girlfriends. Hell it was Christmas and he wanted to give them some small gifts as well as getting some of their "gifts." By the time he was done, it was a wonder he could get an erection. When he got back home from his "customer" trip, Sheila was sick with a stomach virus. He slept in the guest bedroom because he didn't want anything to interfere with his headquarters trip. 

He had plans for that trip.

He was gone for two weeks, one week of which was actually the head quarters visit and Christmas Party. The next week was pure sex. He had connected with a couple of girls that were roommates. They spent most of that week in bed in the girl's apartment. 

He walked around with a smile of satisfaction on his face all that second week. A couple of times, he shared his "girls" with some of the other guys at the headquarters. The girls walked funny afterwards but they were smiling from ear to ear. Finally his extra week was up and he had to return to Sheila. 

He sort of hoped she wouldn't be too horny because he was tapped out and needed some extra time to recover as he told the guys.

It was funny, but on the plane ride home, he actually started to picture being married to Sheila and having some little rug rats running around the house. He dreamed of how much he might actually like being married and a Dad. 

I guess a guy gets those kinds of thoughts when he's "all fucked out" from a week of pure sex.

Hey, that much sex almost stops being fun and starts resembling work and besides he was getting older.

My boss had hinted to me that I was ready to take the next step up the corporate ladder and they wanted me to begin training Larry as my assistant. It would mean that he could someday be my replacement. It would mean a substantial raise in pay for him, moving closer to the company headquarters, and coming off the road. That would also mean giving up all his little affairs and settling down. 

And best of all I would also get a chance to see Sheila more often. So far she had no idea I had fallen in love with her and neither did Larry.

You know I sort of liked the idea. 

After the airplane touched down in his home town he called Sheila to tell her he had landed and would be home in about 45 minutes. There was no answer. He assumed she was doing a little last minute shopping. Sheila was always like that. She'd get something in her head and look for hours until she found it. 

In his mind's eye, he could see her decorating the house for the holidays and suddenly feeling as if she needed just that one perfect ornament to make everything perfect, out the door she would go, on a mission to find that special something.

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Larry's Return

Larry could visualize how their house would look Christmas was one of Sheila's favorite holidays. She cooked, she cleaned, and she decorated, everything was done to perfection. And then there were the presents. She'd spend hours wrapping every single one of them. Hell, the gift wrapping services at the mall were no match for her wrapping talents. Each present was wrapped with love by her for her man.

As Larry got closer and closer to their home, he realized that he maybe did love her after all. Being settled down with one woman didn't seem like such a bad idea. A little chip off the old block running around and calling him dad, He could get used to that.

Rounding the corner on to his street, he noticed his house was dark. "Sheila must still be out shopping," he thought. "She'll really be surprised when she gets home and finds me waiting."

He pulled in the driveway and drove into the now opening garage. None of the outside decorations were up yet. Sheila must have left them for him to put up.

Larry walked in the side door calling out, "I'm home." 

There was no answer. He turned on the kitchen lights. There was no sign of any dinner. He opened the refrigerator to get a beer. The refrigerator was empty. He ran through the rest of the downstairs. There were no Christmas decorations, no tree, no nothing. The house looked as if no one had lived in it in months. But that was impossible because he had only been gone three weeks.

He checked upstairs. Again there were no signs that anyone had been living here recently. He opened the bedroom closet to change into some fresh clothes and noticed Sheila's side was empty. He pulled open her dresser drawers, empty. He ran through the upstairs looking for anything that was hers. Nothing. All her belongings were gone.

Suddenly he knew Sheila was gone. He felt a deep longing in his soul. Suddenly something told him she was gone for good. He went back downstairs with a heavy heart.

He picked up the phone and dialed Sheila's cell phone. It went straight to voice mail. It was either turned off or out of range. On the kitchen counter he noticed some papers. There was an envelope addressed to him in Sheila's handwriting on the top. The pile consisted of some official looking letter and other papers. It was next to the engagement ring he had given her.

He picked up the top piece of paper. It was a letter from the Health Department. It was asking her to contact them. It explained she had contracted an STD and they were required to notify all her sexual partners of her condition. She had filled out only one name on the attached form, Larry's. 

She indicated that she had contracted the disease from him.

The next form was a letter from her GYN, It said that Sheila was treated and cured. It also said that all testing indicated that she would be able to conceive again. The STD had caused no lasting damage. 

The one word jumped out at me, "AGAIN"! 

He looked at the rest of the paper work. It was a bill paid by health insurance for a four day hospital stay after a spontaneous abortion. Further reading showed that the abortion was suspected to have been caused by her contracting an STD and it affected the fetus. 

Larry sat down at the table and let it all sink in. Sheila had been pregnant. He had given her an STD. The STD caused her to abort their baby. He had effectively killed his unborn child as well as Sheila's love by giving her some form of a venereal disease. For the first time since he was a child, He put his head down and cried.

When he woke up the next morning, he picked up his cell and sent a text to Sheila.

I'M SORRY PLS TAKE BK YUR RING

He didn't get an answer back. He hoped she got the message and would read it.

At last he picked up the envelope addressed to him. Last night he was too upset to read it. This morning he hoped to have found the courage. Larry opened it and unfolded the pages inside. They read;

Dear Larry, you bastard,

By now you have found I have left you. You are a cheating cock-sucker and I hate you. You brought home a disease and gave it to me. That disease killed our baby. Remember when you were home last time and I thought I had the stomach flu? Well it didn't get better in a couple of days so I went to the doctor. You can't imagine how happy I was when he told me I was pregnant.

I had it all planned out how I was going to tell you. A candle light dinner with all your favorite foods, romantic music, a long slow love making session, and then surprise you with the news. Well I guess I was the one to get the surprise.

The doctor's office called me the next day and said that they needed to run a few tests. After the tests, the Doctor called me into his office and proceeded to give me the bad news. The "fetus was not viable" in his ever so calculated words. It took me a few moments to realize that he meant our baby was dead.

I cried. When I recovered, he went on. "You have an STD which affected your pregnancy. I will be treating you for this disease and you should fully recover." He then asked who I had had unprotected sex with. I told him only you. He said he had to notify the Health Department and they would attempt to track down all the cases of this outbreak.

The Doctor put me in the hospital and preformed a procedure on me. The effect was similar to having an abortion. Our dead baby was scrapped out of my womb.

While I was in the hospital, someone from the Health Department paid me a visit. They were very efficient. They called your office and through your so called friends tracked down about 14 women you had sex with in the few months. Maybe you contracted the disease early in your "trip". Regardless, ten of the women tested positive for the STD you were spreading. A little over half of them had husbands or steady boyfriends. You were a regular Typhoid Mary of this STD. There are a lot of people out there, besides me, who aren't very happy with you anymore.

The Health Department will be contacting you soon. They want to know who else you infected.

Larry, I hate you and never want to see you or talk to you again. I am moving out of the area and will be getting on with my life without you.

I have left a video I took with some new friends to show you how done I am with you I am.

Fuck you, Baby Killer,

Sheila

A CD fell out of the envelope. When he played it, it showed Sheila having sex with four different guys, not all at once but at different times. The only thing the scenes all had in common was that the videos were taken in his bedroom. At first Sheila just lay there looking at the camera and letting the guy do her. About 10 minutes into each segment of the film, Sheila started participating. By the time the CD ended, Sheila was completely enjoying herself. Calling on the guy to fill her up and to make her cum. She let all four of them have her in all her openings. 

This was no longer the Sheila Larry knew, but a complete slut. And he had made her that way.

He sat and watched the CD for hours. It drove him a little crazy. He started drinking to ease the pain. To be exact he drank for the following three days before stopping. He stopped, not because he wanted to stop, but because he had consumed everything alcoholic in his house.

He sobered up enough to drive to a neighborhood package liqueur store and buy a couple of cases of cheap whiskey. He returned home and starting to drink again. Before long he drifted into an alcohol induced fog, He realized that he really did love Sheila and wanted her back. 

He also realized she hated him.

A week went by and the police showed up at his door. Arnie, his boss, was getting calls from company customers saying that Larry was a "no show" for appointments. Arnie had tried calling him but his cell phone went directly to voice mail and that was full. Arnie reported Larry's inaction to the local police.

After breaking down Larry's front door, the police found him passed out in front of the TV with the video running, set on continuous loop. They looked at him, the video, and the picture of his girlfriend on his lap and arrested him under some sort of mental health law concerning attempted suicide. They concluded he was trying to drink himself to death and suicide being illegal was their reason. He was put in a detox program for 30 days to dry out.

Larry ended up spending 60 days in the program until the Doctors felt he was safe to let out. Larry went home and started finishing up what was left in the case.

One morning when he was a little bit sober, He sent Sheila another text to her cell phone.

"I still lv yu. Pls come home."

The return message was simply; "FU" and that was all it said.

Larry went back to drinking his cheap booze.

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The Present

It took about one year, but Larry finally drank himself to death. There was a small graveyard service for him. It was cold and rainy, not many people attended. 

Toward the rear of the small group Sheila stood with me. She was smiling. She was overheard saying to me, "Serves the Bastard right. I'm glad he's dead."

So here I am finishing another leak, but now after hearing the story the cemetery caretaker wants to add his two cents so he further soaked the headstone...

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Author's Note: Thank you for taking the time to read my humble offering. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed crafting it for you.



The Cheater Trap



Hey readers; this story is intended to make you predict the outcome of a test of four men. If you're not willing to play along, you probably won't enjoy it and it won't be worth your time to read it. Enough said.

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When you're burned by a cheating spouse you have many options; some of the more common are a) divorce, b) suck in your pride and continue, and c) revenge. Some women, especially, don't have the economic means or the self-confidence for either a) or c). I, Amy Yum, was fortunate to have both the financial wherewithal and self-confidence to do both a) and c) when I caught my cheating ex-husband red-handed and his only response was "You're just not pretty enough for me anymore."

I may not have been "pretty" enough for him, but I sure was more than mean enough for both him and the tart that he was fucking. Sorry that I can't describe the entire scenario to you since the statute of limitations has not yet passed on one part of it, but suffice to say that he ate his "not pretty enough" comment and that it was the biggest regret of his - and his paramour's - lives.

In addition to being a great ass-kicker, I also have great business sense - which is why I had the financial wherewithal to figuratively castrate my ex - and a true compassionate streak, especially when it comes to the less fortunate members of my gender. In dealing with my ex's cheating, I saw a business opportunity, and a chance to do some good, in the cheating husband game. Sorry, I only work for women because men are normally better in both the self-confidence and financial wherewithal traits, but I'd be happy to share my business plan with someone who wants to start the same business helping men who have been cheated upon.

[I have several other businesses that I run by myself or with others not related to this business].

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My general business plan is simple. I'm hired - or I do it pro bono - by a woman who either strongly suspects that her husband or fiancé is cheating on her, has a true propensity to cheat, and/or is otherwise of low moral character. I set up a scenario to test the guy. If he passes, my client is pleased. If he fails in one way or another, my client can follow through as she pleases, and I offer assistance in that regard to do anything that is legal (I only did illegal shit in my case and am not willing to risk it again).

The specifics of my business, which I call TCT (short for "The Cheaters Trap"), Inc., and in which I own all of the stock, are unique.

TCT owns a big house with guest cottage on an estate in a suburban development of a large city in the United States where all the lots are at least five acres, and most are wooded. TCT has two full time employees and one part time one. The full time employees are: 

-Jensen - a seemingly cultured British gentleman that at one time worked as a butler for a wealthy family in England, but who has a real devilish streak that I really like. He is also financially astute and helps with handling the books for TCT.

-Rock - a former light heavyweight MMA fighter who had to retire because of a bad knee, but with an elaborate knee brace on is still one of the toughest people on the planet. Despite how physically tough he is, he has a heart of gold and is very sympathetic to our clients' plights. He is also good at negotiating with vendors and procuring all of the items that we need to conduct TCT's business.

TCT's part time employee is:

-Amber. Amber is a call girl. She is one of a relatively few women in her profession that really enjoys what she does. To call her "hot" would be the understatement of the year. She is also an amateur actress, which often holds her in good stead with what she is required to do for TCT. She gets tested for STDs before and after each job that she does for TCT.

While each job is unique - we probably have used at least fifteen different scenarios over the twenty eight months that TCT has been in existence - the basic scenario is that we get the target to come to TCT's house under a ruse specific to that target. Then we give him four tests of his honesty. Two typical scenarios that we use to get the target to the TCT house are the promise of a better and more exciting job or business opportunity, or help for a civic or charitable organization that will increase his status in the community.

The four tests are pretty standard, although we also vary them. Typically Jensen (who calls himself "Mr. Jensen," and has a complete, though fictional, on-line profile that clearly establishes his legitimacy) greets the target and has a discussion with him for a half hour or so about the business opportunity or increase in status in the community. He flatters the target and indicates how impressed that he is with him. Then Jensen gets called away suddenly. He profusely apologizes and begs the target to stay and do a task for him until he gets back, promising to call before he returns in about an hour.

The task that Jensen asks the target to perform is often to count the number of Krugerrands in a sealed wooden box. "The shipper is not someone I trust, and I'm sure that he hasn't given me an accurate count. I will rely on you completely for the count," Jensen will tell the target.

Jensen also tells the target "You have free rein of the house, except please don't go into the door marked "Private" which should be locked."

During the target's time there, Rock comes to the door. He hands the target an unsealed envelope containing $1200.00, and says "This is for Mr. Jensen. It's a long overdue re-payment, with interest, of something that I stole from him many years ago. He doesn't really know me, and I wish to remain anonymous. I'm moving to another country to start a new life, and this was preying on my mind."

The door marked "Private" is not really locked. By turning the knob all the way it easily opens. In the "Private" room is Amber, cuffed (the cuffs are breakaway if she really needs to split, although she rarely uses that feature) spread eagle on a twin bed, naked, and with a blindfold on. Her pussy is moist, her nipples hard - something that she achieves all on her own. If the target enters the room she says "Is that you, Mr. Jensen. When are you going to release me? Haven't you fucked me enough times? Please don't fuck me again?"

Everything in all rooms is on camera and videotaped. Rock is on standby to make sure that the target does not hurt Amber, although he doesn't stop the target from fucking her. The client has the choice of watching everything live from television monitors in the guest house, or getting our report after testing is over.

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The descriptions of the four targets that this story relates to and their wives (or in one case fiancé) are:

-Mac, the nickname for Xavier MacMillan, was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He went to the best prep schools, and an Ivy League University, but only because at the time of his admittance his family pulled strings, because he didn't have the grades or test scores to get in on his own. His family fell on hard times several years ago and his trust fund is almost completely depleted. He is forty years old and works as a "gentleman banker."

Mac's wife is Sybil. Sybil came from a middle class family; her birth name was "Ginger" but on Mac's urging she had it legally changed. She is a successful Interior Designer. Recently she separated her finances from those of Mac because she was worried that he wasn't handling them properly. Her suspicions of an affair are based upon decreased sexual motivation of Mac, and Mac's increased work hours for the first time ever; he's never been a hard worker before, at least at banking or their marriage.

-Jonas Simmons is the twenty nine year old fiancé of twenty five year old Beth. He lives at home and is close to his mother, although he has promised Beth a complete break from his Mom's apron strings when they get married. They have been exclusive for more than two years - at least Beth has been. Beth works as an administrative assistant at a CPA office, and Jonas has an Internet sales business that he runs from his parents' basement. Beth suspects cheating because his mother seems to be covering for him during the day if Beth ever calls, and his late night trips to her apartment have decreased over the last two months. I have taken this case pro bono.

-Dirk "Dutch" Vanderloo is a thirty one year old construction worker. He's six feet five inches tall, 240 pounds of hard muscle, with blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and an open handsome face. He's not the brightest guy in the world, but smarter than many people give him credit for. He's almost always happy-go-lucky, and gets along well with everyone - except snobs. He doesn't seem to mind that his wife makes more money than he does, but is hard to read him on the subject. He did deck one guy at work (and put him in the hospital) who questioned his manhood because of that - it was the last time any male he knew mentioned the subject.

Cheryl Jackson is Dutch's thirty three year old wife. She kept her maiden name when they got married six years ago. Cheryl is a trial attorney, and an unlikely match for Dutch according to most of her friends, including because she makes at least three times as much money as he does. Their finances are co-mingled, and despite advice from her law partners she never asked Dutch to sign a pre-nup. She is very happy with the way that Dutch treats her because he always brings her to orgasm, is an animal in bed, and like a cuddly teddy bear out of bed. She has feelings of insecurity, however, because she considers Dutch to be much better looking than she is and even her so-called friends have made suggestive comments to her about wanting to "try him out." He seems to enjoy the flirting by women that they come in contact with more often than he has in the past, and has made some strange financial moves too - which have caused Cheryl to become suspicious.

-Tim Winston is a forty four year old state representative from an area near the suburb where TCT's suburban house is located. He is starting his third term. His last election campaign cost him more money than he had planned for because it was a close election, but his campaign finances are separate from his personal ones and he has always made up the deficit in the past. His campaigns have always been run on a "family values" platform, and he proudly features his wife Melissa, two ten year old fraternal twins Jill and Jack (yeah, that really are their names), and their seven year old sister Courtney, in his election literature.

Melissa is a stay-at-home mom, although she has an MBA from the best public university in the state and could relatively easily get a job if she needed or wanted to. She worked as an executive in a small company before she married Winston fifteen years ago, and was very successful and initially brought much more money to the marriage than he did. She is now very suspicious of his philandering given the fact that during the campaign he hired a woman named Janet—a seemingly unqualified single buxom flirt - as a staff member and now has given her a job in his State office, which is 110 miles from their house and where he needs to stay overnight all of the time when the legislature is in session. Melissa is also somewhat insecure because she is fifteen pounds heavier than before she got pregnant with the twins and has had trouble shedding the pounds.

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Before you read on, predict how each of the targets will do on each of the four tests.

Come on, be a sport - don't continue reading until you make predictions.

Also predict the wives' responses to how they do on the tests.

What's the matter - afraid you'll strike out? No one has to know - you don't have to comment on it and you can even lie on your comment, if you choose to make one, and say that you got everything right (of course that would make YOU a cheater - ha, ha).

So - what's it going to be?

Mac, test one (Krugerrands)_____; test two ($1200 in envelope)_____;

Test three (Private Door)_____; test four (how he handles a tied up and blindfolded Amber):_____; Sybil's response_____.

Jonas, test 1 _____, test 2_____, test 3 _____, test 4_____,

Beth's response_____.

Dutch, test 1 _____, test 2_____, test 3 _____, test 4_____,

Cheryl's response_____.

Tim, test 1 _____, test 2_____, test 3 _____, test 4_____,

Melissa's response_____.

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"What ruse do we need to get Mac to the TCT house?" I asked Sybil after Jensen, Rock and I went over all of the basics with her and got her retainer check.

"Anything where he thinks that he can make money without having to work," she replied. "He's always looking for something for nothing; he's never really recognized that there are no 'free lunches.'" Sybil replied with a hint of embarrassment in her voice. 

"Do we have you make the suggestion, or need it come from an outside source?" Jensen queried.

"It can't come from me," she forcefully responded. "That would give him an automatic negative reaction because a stupid Interior Designer like me could never have the intelligence that an Ivy League graduate could," she sarcastically continued.

"Do we need to modify the Krugerrands or unsealed envelope tests in any way?" I inquired.

"No - absolutely not. Those are perfect for him," she replied with a sly smile.

"How should I be dressed when I come to the door?" Rock asked. "For some people it's better if I'm in a suit, for other's worn casual clothes - or anything in-between."

"The worn casual clothes would be best," Sybil responded without hesitation, "no doubt, the lower class he thinks that you are the more significant that the test will be."

We ironed out a few more things, Rock, Jensen and I brainstormed some ideas about a ruse until we found one that Sybil liked, and then we started to set up our examination of Mac's character.

It turned out to be simple for Jensen to get Mac to the TCT estate. He pretended to be an alum of Mac's prep school - there were lots of British students there - and described to him a business opportunity that would not require any investment by Mac; just his "status" to act as an effective front man. Mac jumped at the chance, and set up a meeting at the TCT manor the following Thursday at 11 a. m.

"Mr. MacMillan, so very pleased that you could come, indeed," Jensen greeted Mac at 11 a. m. sharp on the appointed day. Sybil had chosen to be present live, so she was with Rock and me in the "guest cottage," while Amber had assumed her place in the "Private" room. Jensen was dressed in a morning coat for maximum effect, and used his most highfalutin British accent.

"Glad that I could make it, Mr. Jensen. Your proposal sounds interesting," Mac grinned as he shook Jensen's hand.

Jensen served tea - and crumpets, of course - and laid it on thick, talking about how Mac's prestige would do wonders for the business endeavor, and what a fine reputation that Mac had. After I was sure from our viewing of the TV monitors that Mac was properly set up, I called Jensen on his cellphone."

"Oh drat; so sorry that we're being disturbed, Mr. MacMillan. From the caller ID I see that it is the only call that I need to take. Would you be so good as to excuse my faux pas while I talk to this gentleman?" Jensen contritely said and asked.

"Do you want me to leave the room?" Mac inquired.

"Oh no, please do not disturb yourself on my account. It is about our endeavor and I have no secrets from you," Jensen quickly replied as he answered his phone.

The fake phone conversation between Jensen and me was lively, but only lasted two minutes.

"Drat again," Jensen whined. "I must prevail on your good offices while I leave for about an hour on a most urgent matter. I would much appreciate it if you could count the Krugerrands in this wooden shipping container - a hammer and crowbar to facilitate opening are in the kitchen - for me. I do not trust the shipper - a low class fellow, you know, not a gentleman like we are - and I'm sure that he will try to cheat me. Just give me a count when I return; your word will control, not what is on the shipping manifest."

"Uh...certainly," Mac responded.

"Also, if you would like to inspect the facilities here, please do so. We will run operations from this estate," Jensen continued as he appeared to collect his wallet and some business papers from a desk in the room they were meeting in. "One caveat, however - please do not go into the room marked 'Private.' I believe that the door is locked so you most likely will not be able to enter, so I don't know why I even said that," Jensen cautioned as he exited. After he exited he popped his head back in.

"May I please have your cell phone number, Mr. MacMillan? I will be absolutely positive to call you fifteen minutes before my arrival back, I promise," Jensen said, placing a Mark Cross pen and a piece of cotton bond "scrap" paper in front of Mac.

"Uh, sure..." Mac responded, taking the pen and writing his cell phone number down.

"Thanks so very much," Jensen replied with a smile, "I'll be sure to call." With that he left, went out to the TCT owned Jaguar in the driveway in clear view from the house, and took off, leaving the Mark Cross pen behind.

Jensen drove around a circuitous path to the rear of the guest cottage, which was hidden by a stand of trees from the main house, and joined Rock, Sybil and me in the TV monitor viewing area.

Mac just looked around a little bit before he brought the wooden box of Krugerrands into the kitchen and used the tools there to open it. He had some difficulty in accomplishing that task, but after about ten minutes had the Krugerrands all laid out. There was obvious glee in his eyes as he inspected the gold coins. He counted them twice and then compared the number to the manifest on the front of the wooden shipping crate. There were thirty two Krugerrands in the box, but thirty listed on the manifest. Mac actually laughed out loud when he saw that, and immediately put two in his pants pocket.

Mac then walked around the house, but seemed to pass the "Private" room by. When I saw this I turned to Rock and said "You know how to modify your mea culpa, dude - go to it."

Rock smiled, ran out to the old blue Ford parked next to the TCT Jaguar, and within two minutes was ringing the doorbell to the house.

Mac seemed to be contemplating whether or not to answer the door, but when Rock knocked he obviously made the decision to open it.

"Hi there," Rock said in a fake Southern accent, wearing his tattered clothes and holding a worn baseball cap in his hands. "I was, uh, well, wondering if I could leave somethin' for Mr. Jensen."

"He's not here," Mac responded in a condescending tone.

"I don't really wants to see him, Sir. I just wants to give him this here envelope," Rock sheepishly responded, holding out the unsealed envelope with twelve $100 bills in it.

Mac instinctively took the envelope and glanced inside; his eyes widened when he saw that there were bills in it.

"Sir, this here's a long overdue re-payment, with interest, of somethin' that I stole from his room marked 'Private' a long time ago. He don't really know me, and I wish to remain anomit," Rock continued, intentionally mispronouncing 'anonymous.' After a delay of a few seconds he said "I's movin' to another country to starts a new life, and this was like preying on my mind."

Mac was inspecting the contents of the envelope as he mumbled "Of course, I'll see that he gets it."

Rock then turned and quickly left, yelling "Thanks, Mister, Sir," over his shoulder as he put on his baseball cap, got in the Ford, and tore out of the driveway.

Jensen, Sybil and I laughed as we saw Mac's quandary. It was almost like he was debating "Do I take it all, or do I take some and give him the rest so that I look like an honest guy?" At first he just took out some of the bills and put them in his coat pocket - and put the envelope on the kitchen counter next to the Krugerrands, and walked away. He returned a few seconds later, took the bills from his coat pocket, put them back in the envelope, and then put the entire envelope with the $1200 into his pocket. All three of us groaned.




The Cheater Trap



Rock was back by the time that Mac walked up to the door marked "Private." It looked like he was contemplating whether or not to go in. That's when Jensen called him, and Mac answered.

"Say there, chap; I wanted to tell you that I got stuck here and I won't be back for about two hours. I can't expect you to wait. Could you please just lock up the front door - you can easily see how it locks - when you leave. Please consider $500 for your time today a fair compensation and I'll call to arrange for another time to conclude our business," Jensen hurriedly said.

"Uh...certainly. That would be capital," Mac replied.

The three of us had to smother our laughter at his use of the work 'capital' since he was obviously trying to sound familiar with British idioms.

"Yes, it is capital," Jensen continued while successfully suppressing his laugh. "Say there, old fellow; before I sign off, could you tell me what you found out about the Krugerrands?"

"Yes...of course. The news is good. The manifest says that there are thirty, and thirty there are," Mac cheerfully responded.

"Jolly good. Thanks so much Mr. MacMillan, I'll be in touch in half a fortnight," Jensen said, "Cheerio," then terminated the called.

Just then Rock entered. "Half a fortnight? Cheerio?" he guffawed, "What the fuck are you doing you Cockney slug?"

We all laughed. I spotted Mac testing the door knob to the 'Private" room. When he found it unlocked, he opened the door.

"Get over there," I snapped at Rock. Rock immediately left the guest house and ran to the house, entering a back door that had ready access to the private room in case Amber needed him. He had in an earpiece by which we could instantly communicate with him.

As Mac tentatively entered the 'Private' room one of the cameras caught his eyes widen to baseball size as he saw Amber lying naked and blindfolded on the twin bed.

Amber heard the door open - we intentionally made the hinges so that they squeaked to alert her. "Is that you, Mr. Jensen? When are you going to release me? Haven't you fucked me enough times? Please don't fuck me again!" Amber moaned in her sexiest voice.

The asshole stared for a few more seconds and then said "Cheerio; capital," in a low voice. This time we didn't laugh - it was pathetic.

Mac approached Amber and started squeezing the hard nipples on her ample tits. "Please don't suck on my tits again, Mr. Jensen. They're still sensitive from the last time," Amber whined.

Mac's head snapped up, he got a grin, and then he started sucking her nipples. Amber kept up a course of soft "No s" as he did so. After a few minutes of sucking and twisting her nipples Mac looked at her glistening pussy. While still sucking one tit he reached over and touched her pussy lips with his right hand. She flinched and uttered another soft "No; please don't."

It wasn't long before he was fingering Amber with alacrity. Once she started writhing in orgasm - I told you, Amber likes her job - while still saying "No, no, no," the bastard started licking her pussy and clit. A camera was properly positioned to catch all the oral action. As soon as he started licking her pussy Sybil screamed "That fucking asshole - he never goes down on me, but he does on her?" Sybil kept swearing, stomping her feet, and groaning as Mac's tongue and lip action continued.

I turned to Sybil and gently said "You don't have to watch this, you know. You can go into the next room."

Sybil got a steely resolve on her face and replied "Yes...yes I do have to watch; I'll be quiet."

It was shortly after Amber shook from an obvious orgasm that Mac took off his suit jacket and vest, careful to make sure that the envelope with $1200 in it was still in his pocket. Then he removed his pants and boxers - his relatively small cock obviously very hard. He climbed between Amber's legs and guided his cock to the entrance to her slit. 

"No, Mr. Jensen; please, please don't fuck me," Amber wailed. That just made Mac grin wider and the fucktard again said "Cheerio, capital," as he maneuvered his prick into her pussy.

I thought that Mac's fucking action was really pathetic - although it was clear that he wasn't interested in Amber's enjoyment, just his own. He grunted like a pig the entire time, and then came hard, letting out a yelp. The normally multi-orgasmic Amber hardly reacted at all - except for - to me - a fake series of moans. Amber got in her own little dig when after Mac withdrew she said "Please don't fuck me."

He was either too wiped out, or too clueless, to understand Amber's slam on his sexual abilities.

Grinning widely, and even whistling softly, Mac put his clothes back on, gave Amber's tits one more squeeze, and then left with a final "Cheerio."

I told Rock to go in and help Amber release herself. He immediately did, carrying a bathrobe for her, although Amber has no problem at all displaying her body - I wouldn't either if I looked like she does!

"Show time," I said to Rock, Sybil and Jensen. Sybil, Jensen and I ran to the front of the house while Rock and Amber went out the back door and met us there. We intentionally had the cameras at the front of the house turned off except for one.

Mac exited the front door shortly after the five of us were in place behind a couple of large boxwoods. As soon as his grinning ass was on the last stair we stepped out.

"I hope that you didn't betray my trust in you, Mr. MacMillan," Jensen mockingly said.

I thought that Mac was going to pass out.

"Well...uh...I..." Mac stuttered.

Rock walked up to him and said "give me the two Krugerrands in your pants pocket and the envelope with $1200 in it in your suit pocket," as he impatiently held out his hand.

"Well...I...don't know what you're talking about. I don't have any Krugerrands or an envelope," Mac nervously stammered.

With that I remotely turned off the camera at the front of the house. Once I nodded that to Rock he put his hand on Mac's throat and said "Hand them over now or I crush your larynx."

Wide-eyed with fear, Mac instantly complied. Rock released him and walked back toward me. Sybil approached Mac and snarled "You fucking, cheating, dishonest asshole," and then spit in his face, and as he was wiping that off, kicked him in the balls.

Once Mac stopped groaning and removed his hands from his stinging balls, I walked up to him. "Mr. MacMillan, we have all of your dishonest and criminal acts on tape. I suggest that you comply with your wife's - probably soon to be ex-wife's - conditions otherwise I could easily see you prosecuted for multiple felonies. I'm not fucking around. One last thing;" I removed the Mark Cross pen from his shirt pocket - the asshole was even trying to steal that. "Now get the hell out of here," I shrieked.

Mac left with his tail between his legs. In my presence he never offered any word of apology to anyone.

As part of my service, I introduced Sybil to a shark of a divorce attorney that I had on retainer. Last I heard Mac and Ginger - she changed her name back to her given one - were divorced, she was living in their former house with a luxury vehicle and a boyfriend, and he had a small apartment.

Mac's summary scorecard: Honesty test 1 - large fail! Honesty test 2 - large fail! Unscripted honesty test - large fail! Honesty test 3 - large fail! Fidelity test - large fail! Ginger's reaction, divorce and take him to the cleaners.

Did you predict Mac's scorecard? Ginger's reaction?

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In Jonas' case we decided that we would use the ruse of merging his business with a much bigger Internet business so that he would have access to better deals and a bigger already existing office. It was easy to get him to go to the TCT estate on a Wednesday morning. Instead of using Krugerrands, it was decided to use a shipment of Internet Jewelry, and it was decided that Rock would dress in a suit. Otherwise everything would be the same. Beth decided not to be there live, but just to receive a report.

Jensen's initial discussions with Jonas went well. However, I did wonder after seeing him - and having met and extensively talked to Beth - how she could be attracted to him. Although reasonably good looking, he seemed crude and immature. However, within a half hour I thought that we were ready to begin our ploy.

Jensen's action when I called, and his basic instructions to Jonas, were essentially the same as with Mac. However, Jonas made sure to give the Mark Cross pen back to Jensen, and when Jensen left Jonas stared out the window until Jensen's car was out of sight. Then, instead of opening up the shipment of jewelry, Jonas went right to the "Private' room and tested the door. When it opened he got a big smile on his face. When he saw cuffed, blindfolded, naked Amber his smile was as wide as his face. He listened intently to her "Please let me go and don't fuck me again, Mr. Jensen," supplication, pumped his fist into the air, and then did something never done by any target before or since.

Jonas got on his cell phone and made a call. His words into his cell were muffled so that we really couldn't make them out. When he terminated his call he immediately went to Amber's pussy and started playing with it as he giggled. 

I told Rock to get over to the house right away in case he was needed - this behavior was very strange and threw me for a loop.

By the time that Rock got to the house, Jonas had his condom-less cock in Amber's pussy, and he was pounding none-too-gently, while pinching her tits. He obviously enjoyed himself when he ejaculated in her. I could easily tell, knowing Amber like I do, that she hadn't orgasmed, although she did fake it.

It wasn't long after Jonas pulled his glistening cock out of Amber's pussy that a beat-up car came tearing up the driveway. Three big, dirty, nasty-looking guys got out of the jalopy and walked up to the front door and pounded on it. Jonas pulled up his pants and hustled to the front door. I, too loudly, shouted into Rock's earpiece "Trouble - put on your boots; Jensen is coming over with the Arwen 37 Bean Bag gun and I'm going to the front of the house."

I immediately sent Jensen running toward the house's rear door with the non-lethal, but very painful, Arwen 37. I watched what would happen before driving to the front of the house with both a Taser and my Sig Sauer 9mm.

The three nasty dudes entered the "Private" room with diabolical looks on their faces, the biggest of them already starting to drop his pants, as the other two exchanged fist bumps with Jonas and each other. Rock entered the room from the foot of the bed, wearing his boots instead of his dress shoes, and having removed his jacket and tie.

"This is private property and you're trespassing," Rock barked, "get out now."

"Or what you gonna do about it, nigger," the biggest guy said, pulling his pants up.

I guess there are two things I forgot to tell you, not important until now. Rock is black, and he hates the N-word.

"I'm giving you just one warning," Rock responded while pointing his finger in the big guy's face. 'I'm an MMA fighter; now get out."

"Yeah, and I'm Hulk Hogan," the big guy sneered, and then swung at Rock. I saw Rock block his blow, hit him in the throat with his right, then his nose with his left, staggering the big guy. I ran out to our all-wheel drive SUV with my weapons and drove straight across the lawn to the front of the house, and blocked the jalopy. Then I exited the vehicle and approached the front door.

Shortly after I got there, Jonas came tearing out the front door. I Tased him, but it was not a direct hit and only stopped him temporarily. I was reaching for my 9mm when Jensen appeared at the front door and shot Jonas in the back with a bean bag. By the time that Jonas had yelled and staggered to the side Jensen had moved closer and got a good view of him, and shot him in the nuts. Jonas went down, writhing in pain. Jensen zip-tied his feet together, and Jensen and I ran into the house.

Rock had what turned out to be a broken left hand, but the two biggest thugs were out cold, and the other was moaning in such pain that I'm sure that he wished that he was unconscious. Amber was free, and had a bathrobe on and a perplexed look on her face.

"Great job, Rock; all three of these guys are bigger than you are," I chuckled.

"Yeah, but since I think that I broke my left hand it was lucky that Jensen arrived with his bean-bagger because I would have had a real hard time handling the third guy with one arm after he pulled a six inch blade on me. However, Jensen bean-bagged him at just the right time, and I was able to put him out with my right," Rock replied while holding his left hand with his right.

There was damage to two pieces of furniture in the "Private" room. That pissed me off, especially since we were handling this case pro bono.

Jensen and I, with a little help from Amber, dragged the three thugs out of the house onto the front lawn. Amber got some ice water and splashed it on the three thugs, and some more on Jonas for good measure even though he was completely conscious - even if stupid.

When all four were awake, while pointing my Sig Sauer at them, I snarled. "Listen dipshits, we've got your illegal activities on video. I suspect that you've all had run-ins with the law before. What you're going to do is give us all of the cash that you have, and Jonas here is going to sign his car over to us, to pay for the damage you've done; otherwise we're calling the cops right now." 

When they didn't answer immediately, and then the biggest guy said "Fuck You," I pulled out my Taser and hit him dead-on. As he spasmed and yelled the other guys' eyes got wide. I pulled the electrodes out of the big guy, hit him only slightly hard on the face with the barrel of my gun, and then yelled "Get out your wallets!"

They all complied and handed over all of their dough to Jensen. "Only $142," he groaned.

"Do you have your car title with you, Jonas?" I asked. When he didn't immediately answer I barked "Bean-bag him in the nuts again, Jensen."

"All right, all right," Jonas pleaded while putting his hands over his crotch. "Yeah, I have it." Jonas got it out of the glove compartment of his car, he signed it over to TCT, Inc., and then we sent the four miscreants on their way in the jalopy. Jonas' buddies did not look too pleased about how things had turned out.

I sent Rock to the hospital with Jensen, Amber home - with a bonus - and went and reviewed the tape. As expected, Rock handled himself with aplomb as he kicked the shit out of the thugs, but he was right that Jensen's bean-bagging of the guy with the knife was very helpful. I immediately called Beth and told her what happened. She thanked me profusely and promised to break the engagement that night. I told her to tell Jonas not to show his face around her again or her friends - namely Rock, Jensen, and me - would deal with him.

To summarize Jonas' scorecard: Tests one and two - incompletes. Test three - big fail. Test four - biggest slimy mega-fail in history! Beth's reaction - immediate break-up and thanking her lucky stars.

Did you predict Jonas' scorecard? Beth's reaction?

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Dutch was enticed to go to the TCT manor to discuss a foreman's job on a large construction project, but only after he talked to Cheryl about it, and she -of course - approved. We decided to use Krugerrands again since we could think of nothing better. Rock dressed in the new suit that I bought him after selling Jonas' car, and since he had a cast on his left hand and Dutch was so big and incredibly strong I insisted that Rock carry my Taser in case something went wrong. Cheryl decided that she wanted to watch live.

Dutch looked like a fish out of water when he talked with Jensen. I let the talk go on for only fifteen minutes before I called Jensen.

Jensen did his normal thing, and Dutch made sure to return the Mark Cross pen. After Jensen left Dutch immediately opened up the wooden crate with his bare hands, counted out thirty two Krugerrands, and laid them out on the kitchen table and wrote "32 gold coins" on a piece of paper. He then put several Krugerrands on top of the paper.

Then Dutch got himself a beer from the refrigerator found a magazine, and sat down on a kitchen chair intermittently reading and looking out the window.

When Rock came to the door, Dutch was very friendly, asked him about the cast on his hand, and said "I'll be sure Mr. Jensen gets it. Thank you for your honesty and good luck in re-starting your life."

Dutch never even bothered to look in the unsealed envelope, but merely put it under a couple of Krugerrands on the kitchen table, and returned to his beer and magazine.

When it was apparent that Dutch was not going to go into the "Private" room without prompting I told Rock to make a large noise in that room, and then have Amber call out loudly for help.

Dutch immediately reacted to the loud sound, and it was clear that he heard Amber's cries for help through the door to the "Private" room. He still looked like he wasn't sure if he should enter. We had screwed up and inadvertently locked the door - but when Amber started to cry in addition to yell for help, Dutch knocked the door down with one kick from his large right boot, and he entered.

When Dutch saw Amber, his eyes got big - but he reacted honorably immediately. He ripped off the headboard and footboard posts that Amber was cuffed to, removed her blindfold, helped her up, and then took off his shirt and put it on her. It covered her up to her knees.

While I had not instructed Amber to do what she did next, as I said she is a woman who loves her job so I wasn't surprised by it. She was also obviously very impressed with Dutch's looks, and his gallantry. 

As Dutch was asking her if he should call the police or if he could give her a ride someplace, Amber started stroking his cock through his pants and rubbing his arms and chest as she tried to smash her tits on him. Dutch actually looked scared and backed away.

"Go rescue him," Cheryl pleaded with me, "and don't ever, ever, let him know that I paid for a test of his fidelity," she yelped as tears of joy streamed down her cheeks. 

I told Jensen to follow me in ten minutes. Then I immediately drove to the front of the house and rang the doorbell. When a white-faced Dutch answered I told him that I was Amber's friend and wanted to take her home. He looked relieved as he pointed me to the "Private" room. I told Amber that she had done a great job but to cool it.

"Don't I get to fuck him - please?" she said as she twirled her curls.

"Hell no," I laughed as I undid her cuffs. "Now take off his shirt and get dressed—now."

"You're no fun," she giggled. She got dressed and when she returned Dutch's shirt to him she tried to pull his face down to hers to kiss him. He stiffened his neck and she was unable to do that, and Amber left frustrated. I thanked Dutch profusely and told him that there was no reason to call the cops.

Jensen arrived just as Amber and I were leaving. Dutch came out of the house, told Jensen about the Krugerrand count and the envelope from Rock, and then declined to do business with him. Dutch got in his car and drove away - which left Jensen gap-jawed.

When I got back to the guest cottage Cheryl was frantic until I assured her that Dutch would never find out that the entire situation was a set-up. She then paid us $1000 more than we had agreed to and promised to make, or buy, Dutch his favorite dinners for the next month and fuck his brains out every day.

All of Jensen, Rock, Amber, and me were impressed. "Never had one turn out like that, before," Jensen mused, stroking his chin. "Glad I didn't have to fight that dude," Rock chuckled. "Why didn't you let me fuck him - I could have gotten him too if you didn't interfere," Amber pouted. As for me, I just kept mumbling under my breath, "Un-fucking-believable!"




The Cheater Trap



To summarize Dutch's scorecard: Tests one through four - Pass with flying colors! Cheryl's reaction - complete embarrassment and love.

Did you predict Dutch's scorecard? Cheryl's reaction?

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On a Monday morning Tim was brought to the house with the promise of a large campaign contribution, and to discuss some issues of importance to a wealthy constituent. The kids were in school until 3 p. m. so Melissa decided to watch live. We decided to do the Krugerrand thing but with the twist that Jensen would give Tim ½ of what was there as a campaign contribution. We decided that Rock should have smart casual dress when he delivered his envelope.

The talk between Tim and Jensen went well after some initial apprehension on Tim's part. I called Jensen after about twenty five minutes, he made his excuses and then left. Tim returned his Mark Cross pen before he did.

Tim had real trouble opening up the wooden crate, and almost gave up. He finally did get it open, however, after skinning his knuckles because he couldn't use the hammer properly. He counted out the thirty two Krugerrands, saw the "thirty" on the manifest, and chuckled. He left all thirty two on the table, however.

When Rock arrived, Tim instantly answered the door. He was fairly polite, but after Rock left, without even a smidgen of obvious apprehension, looked in the envelope, smiled, and put the envelope in his sport jacket pocket.

After walking around the rest of the house, Tim strolled up to the "Private" door. He tested the knob, and when it was unlocked he cautiously opened the door. Then Jensen called him telling him that he wouldn't return and promising to sell sixteen of the Krugerrands and provide the proceeds as a contribution to pay off Tim's campaign debt. Tim cautiously walked into the "Private" room, saw Amber, and heard her pleas. He looked completely startled, and swung his head back and forth looking around in a suspicious manner.

Then another bizarre, unexpected, turn of events. Tim didn't touch Amber, but walked into the room that he just came from and made a cell phone call.

All we heard was his end of the conversation, but it was instructive.

"Hi honey. I've got a truly odd situation here," Tim said. The "honey" that he made the call to was not Melissa, sitting to my right and steaming.

"There's this naked woman in my contributor's house, tied up and blindfolded in a private room...No of course I haven't taken advantage of her, you've got the only pussy I really want...No this isn't a joke. What the hell do you think that I should do?" Tim said and asked.

Tim and the woman on the other end of the call - who Melissa knew was Janet, the unqualified buxom flirt that Tim had recently put on his office staff - beat the issue into the ground, apparently unable to make a decision for the longest time. Finally they agreed that Tim should simply lock and close the door to the "Private" room, and leave. "Thanks, honey - see you tomorrow for some heavy duty fucking," Tim signed off.

Melissa was fuming. To make matters worse, Tim snuck back into the "Private" room and drooled looking at Amber's body as he took two or three cell phone photos. Then he locked the door as he left, locked the front door, and took off with the envelope with $1200 in his pocket and a smug look on his face.

"What do you want to do?" I asked Melissa.

"If it weren't for the kids I'd kick his ass out right now. However, we're going to separate, I'm going to get a job, and he'll either break it off with that bimbo and wander in the Wilderness for a while, or I'll crucify him in a divorce. Mr. Family-Values can't take public exposure of his affair because it would ruin his career - he'll know that I have him by the balls. Thanks for your help," Melissa concluded, writing her final check, adding the $1200 that Tim stole to the amount.

Melissa followed through with what she said, and the last that I heard she and Tim were separated and she had been rehired by her former company - which was now much bigger - as director of finance, despite her eleven year "sabbatical."

To summarize Tim's scorecard: Test one - pass with an * since he thought that he was getting half of what was there anyway. Test two - big fail! Test three - fail. Test four - fail, but not in a normal way; he did expose his infidelity, however, and an on-going affair so to Melissa that was worse than if he had fucked Amber. Melissa's reaction - tough, but leaving the door cracked open for the sake of the kids.

Did you predict Tim's scorecard? Melissa's reaction?

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OK - now tally your score and tell me how you did. 

Some fun, huh?



The Cheatin' Side of Town



"I heard a song driving over here," Goldie said. "You know that band 'The Eagles'?"

"Mhm." I wasn't really listening. I was watching her get undressed.

"It was about lying eyes and the cheating side of town." She ran in the bathroom to look in the mirror. "Do you think Brian can see it when he looks at me? Is that where we are?"

"I hate to think of it that way," I said.

"But that's what we're doing, isn't it? You're married, and I have a boyfriend. Plus, you're twice my age."

"Why does that bother you tonight? We've been doing this for over two years."

"I don't know, Alex," she said, kneeling in front of me to take off my pants.

**

Goldie and I met when I built the pool house at her parent's place the summer she graduated from high school. The only thing she was doing that summer before college was working on her tan.

I was sitting with her parents, Ron and Marsha, on the deck near their pool, explaining my plans for the project. They were facing the area where the building would go, and I was facing them, which meant toward the house. Goldie was outside with us earlier, but she went in to get ready to go to her high school graduation practice.

"Mom!" she yelled from the house. "I'm out of panties."

I looked up to see her standing in the doorway wearing a towel, or more like, holding it carelessly against her. I could almost see her pussy, and her nipples were almost exposed. She looked at me and smiled.

Her parents didn't turn around, but Marsha called back to her, "You could help out around here a little, you know. It's a lot doing laundry for three ADULTS!"

"All I have left is thongs, and you won't let me wear them to school," Goldie said. "Maybe I'll just go commando." She winked at me and lifted her towel slightly, allowing me to see the smooth skin of her shaved pussy.

"No you won't, young lady! Borrow something of mine. My ass is the same size as yours."

It was. I had been admiring it every chance I got. It was perfect above her sexy legs. The front of this woman? The challenge was to look at anything besides her tits. Today, they were proudly displayed in a skin-tight crop top. The only word that came to mind was "epic." They were very large and appeared quite firm. She wasn't wearing a bra, and amazingly at her age, didn't really need one for support. Apparently, she didn't care too much about modesty, because her silver-dollar areolas and juicy nipples were obvious.

Marsha was my age, probably ten years younger than her husband, and she was fit, trim, and still in her prime. The only thing on her that looked juicier than her nipples were the fat lips of her pussy, prominent in her "Daisy Duke" cut-off blue jean shorts. Except for the dark hair, Mrs. Cameron looked the way I imagined her daughter would in twenty years. In other words, porn-star hot. If I weren't married,...

"Fine," Goldie said. She smirked at me, dropped her towel, and disappeared into the house.

I got the job and began work. Often, no one was home, but occasionally, mother and daughter would swim or sunbathe. Their bikinis would have been modest on women with bodies that didn't look so damn good. Sometimes they would "accidentally" flash me when they tanned or forget to pull the curtains in their rooms when they changed clothes. But, when I had other guys working with me, Marsha and Goldie never appeared. 

Work progressed well. I was finishing the roof. From my ladder, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Cameron drive away. Soon afterward, Goldie came outside with some towels, and jumped in the pool. She swam for a while, and then got out and dried off.

"Alex?" she called to me from her lounge chair on the deck.

"Yeah?" I was nailing shingles on the side of the roof away from her.

"I'm going to work on getting rid of my tan lines. Will that bother you?"

I thought, "Bother me? Hell no!" Trying to be a gentleman, and hoping to get paid for the job, I asked, "Won't your parents mind?"

"They're not home. They left to play golf, and they're eating dinner at the clubhouse. It's Tuesday, remember?"

"Oh, right"

When I stopped to re-load my nail-gun, she called to me again. "Want some iced tea?"

"Sure! As soon as I finish this section."

"I'll go make a pitcher. I'll only be a minute," she yelled. I leaned dangerously far on my ladder to watch her go inside. She didn't get dressed. I got a brief look at her walking through the patio door, suntan oil glistening on her cute ass.

I managed to avoid nailing my hand to the roof and continued with the section I was working on. Soon, I heard her yell, "The tea is ready!"

"I'll be down in a minute," I hollered.

She hadn't been able to see me the entire time, which meant that she probably thought I hadn't seen her. To make sure she had time to cover up properly, I called, "I'm coming down now."

I was wiping the sweat from my face with my shirt as I walked around the side of the pool house. I almost knocked her over, and got a good handful of ripe teenage tit trying to avoid the collision.

"Oh!" she squealed. "Hi!"

"I'm so sorry, Goldie," I stammered, pulling my hand from her nude body like it had been burned. She did look that hot.

"Don't be. You just startled me. I wanted to see what was taking you so long," she giggled.

"Shouldn't you put something on?" I asked, trying not to stare at her. Her breasts looked every bit as nice as they felt from that one brief grab, and the lotion she had slathered on herself made her bare mound shine in the sunlight.

"Do you want me to? Does nudity bother you?"

"No, no, it's not that at all."

"What is it, then?" she asked, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand, which raised her breast for my inspection. "Don't you like the way I look?"

"I shouldn't answer that."

"Why not?"

"If I say one thing, you'll be mad at me, and if I say the other, your father will fire me and get someone else to finish the job. I need the money."

"I know you do. You work hard, and you're worth far more than you make. I've seen your finished work at friends' houses. You remember the Robinsons? You built an addition on their house last year."

"Oh yeah. They seemed pretty happy with the way the project turned out." I said.

"They're thrilled. They're best friends with my folks, and their daughter Annie is a good friend of mine. Come on, let's go get some tea," she replied, turning to walk back to the deck, still buck naked, as though that was normal in front of a man working at her house.

"The Robinsons said something else about you," Goldie said as she sat spread-legged on her lounge chair to sip her tea. Droplets of condensation from her cold glass traveled slowly down her body.

"What was that?" I made myself say while looking at her pretty face. Her eyes had a definite greyish cast in the strong sunlight.

"They said you were a perfect gentleman, even when you caught Annie sunbathing topless."

"Um, well, when you're around someone's home for a while, sometimes they tend to forget you're there,..."

"They said you covered your eyes and turned away to apologize. I wonder why you're looking at me now the way you are," she said, rubbing the cold glass over her nipples. They looked fabulous as they hardened.

"I shouldn't be," I said, but I couldn't tear my eyes off one large droplet of water that was ready to join the others in her navel. I wanted to watch it overflow, and drizzle down between her smooth lips.

"I don't mind," Goldie said. "I watch you every day, in your cut-off jeans that hug your ass just right, and your tight t-shirts that you usually take off before your morning break. I watch those sweaty muscles of yours all day. I see one flexing now." 

It was. This girl was, to be blunt, fucking hot as hell. "I'm married," I said. "You're barely legal."

"As far as you being married is concerned, I don't care. I don't want you for a boyfriend. I have one of those. I want you as a fuck-toy, and I'll be one for you. I'll be nineteen in less than six months."

"Goldie, I don't want to cheat on my wife." I was almost hard enough to stick out of the leg opening of my old denim shorts.

"To me, cheating is becoming emotionally attached to someone other than my boyfriend, Brian. But he's not here now, and I happen to know that your wife isn't waiting at home for you. She works at the country club where my parents are. She's their favorite server." Sliding her hand up the inside of my thigh, she said, "You won't have anywhere to put this for hours unless I do something about it."

"You shouldn't ...." I began.

"Wait?" she interrupted, reaching up to grasp me. "I didn't plan to. But you're all hot and sweaty." She pulled me to my feet and yanked down my shorts. I never wear underwear, so a thin string of pre-cum sparkled in the sunlight for a second when I bounced free.

"Oh." That's all she said. She got up and walked around the pool to the diving board. I watched her go, my cock following her movements with even more interest than my eyes. "Why don't you get in the water with me and cool off?" she called, just before she dove in.

I waded down the steps and stood in the shallow end, my erection just under the surface.

"Come get me, Alex," she said when she surfaced. "I want you."

I've always been able to swim faster underwater, and with the running I do, my breathing is pretty good. Still, when I saw her bald pussy in the water as she clung to the side, I wished I had been able to whistle. I swam to the wall and surfaced next to her, but not too close. I wanted to be damn sure she was asking what I thought she was asking.

"What do you want, Goldie?"

"Your cock. I want you to fuck me."

"I'm married and twice your age."

"She's not here, I'm not going to tell her, you're not going to tell her, and as far as your age is concerned, that's part of the appeal. I've had boys, Alex. The guy I'm with right now isn't my first. But I've never had a man, so I want you to fuck me."

We hauled ourselves out of the water, and I followed her to her chair. She handed me a towel, and we dried ourselves off in silence. I picked up my shorts to put them on.

"No," she said. "Don't. I want to get a shower to get the chlorine and suntan lotion off me, and I want you to shower with me. I've never done that, but I'll bet it's pretty cool."

We walked into the house carrying our clothes and towels. She led me upstairs, and I stayed back a few steps so I could admire her ass. Hard? Yeah. Harder than I had been in years for my wife. By this time, Goldie had been gloriously naked in front of me for a while, and yet every move she made excited me more.

In her bathroom, she got me a towel and then turned on the water in the tub. To adjust the temperature, she bent, knees locked, allowing me to see her tiny pucker above her juicy lips. That did it. To hell with my frigid wife. It's not like I was getting pussy from her. I was going to fuck the hell out of this girl. If I did a good enough job, maybe she'd let me do it again.

She got in the shower and quickly wet her long blond hair and sun-ripened body. Then she moved to the back to give me space. I slid the door shut behind me and stood under the spray, watching her large young breasts bounce and move as she lathered her hair.

"Switch ends? I want to rinse this out so I can put in my conditioner," Goldie said. "Can you guide me? I have shampoo in my eyes." As I helped her move past me, my erection dragged along her belly.

"Was that what I think it was?" Goldie asked from under the shower-head.

"Uh huh."

"I want that inside me," she said.

"First, I'm going to wash you."

She turned to look at me, and her eyes went straight to my cock. "What do you mean?"

I picked up her bath sponge and a bottle of French vanilla shower gel. "I'm going to wash you. You said you wanted to shower with me. When I shower with a woman, we wash each other."

"Okay," she said in a very soft voice.

I started with her face. Squeezing as much water out of the sponge as I could, I gently lathered her. Her nipples were against my chest as I worked, and my cock would occasionally rub her belly. Satisfied with the job I had done, I had her turn around and rinse.

"I feel your dick on my ass," she said.

"Uh huh."

"It's really hard."

I moved so my erection dragged back and forth over her ass cheeks. "Do you want it?"

"Yes."

"Not yet. Let's finish getting cleaned up." I smacked her firm ass with my dick a few times, and then turned her to face me. "Have you ever been fucked hard?"

"You mean rough? I don't want you to hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you, just wear you out." With my one hand, I fondled her nipple, and with the other, I rubbed lightly over her wet cleft.

"What are you going to do to me?" she gasped, plunging her tongue into my mouth.

"What would you like me to do?" I answered, my thumb pressing on her clit as I probed her with a finger.

"Everything," she moaned. Her hand closed around my shaft.

"Wash first," I said. I moved away from her, and watched her eyes follow my cock as I lathered up her sponge. "Behave, young lady. Stand there and enjoy getting clean."

"Okay," she whispered.

I started with her neck and throat, gently rubbing the sweet smelling foam into her skin. Then I washed her arms. I could feel the tension in her fingers as I washed them. "Relax."

"It's hard to relax. That feels so good."

"It's supposed to." I raised her hands over her head, and she held them there so I could wash her underarms. This elevated her breasts, making them seem even larger. I could feel myself leak.

She saw it. "Alex? Can we fuck right here?"

"Maybe." I dribbled some shower gel onto her breasts, and began kneading them with my hands.

"I'm not sure I can wait till we dry off," she breathed, pulling me in for more passionate kissing.

When I had washed her belly and sides, I knelt in front of her. "Hold my shoulder," I said, picking up her foot to wash it with her sponge. By the time I was done with the other foot, I could smell her moisture clearly.

I discarded the sponge, and squirted a few strings of shower gel on her lower belly and hips.

"Oh God," she said, as a trail of the creamy white gel oozed over her lips.

With my hands, I worked the lather into the fronts of her thighs, down both knees, and onto her shins, then around the back, lathering her calves, thighs, and buttocks. "Spread your legs."

"Alex!" she gasped as I massaged the creamy white foam into her creases.

Her first orgasm came as I was soaping the tender flesh around her clit. When she finished, I stood and turned her to face away from me so I could wash her back.

After combing her wet hair forward over her magnificent chest, I massaged her sweet-smelling soap into her shoulders and worked on her back with long strokes, kneading the skin with my soapy fingers. Finally, I cupped her firm ass in my hands. "Bend over."

She did. I played my fingers over her tight little anus.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Cleaning you." My little finger teased her puckered hole.

"You can't do that."

"Yes I can. Relax." Teasing in circles around her anus, I slowly worked just the tip of my little finger inside her.

"That feels weird."

"Good weird, or bad weird?" I asked, massaging her ass gently.

"Good weird," she sighed.

I turned her around to face me, and pushed my middle finger into the tight heat where my little finger had been. This time, I could feel her relax to admit me, and I slowly advanced to the hilt. Then I pulled her womanhood to my face.

"Oh my God," she breathed when my tongue first grazed her.

I could smell her need and taste her warmth. "You like oral sex?" I asked, licking her lightly again.

"Giving it," she gasped. "I've never gotten it before."

"I'll show you why women like it," I said, pressing softly against her lips with my tongue. I took gentle, teasing licks at her, with the most pressure applied at the top, over her clit. My finger stroked slowly in and out of her ass.

"Put your finger in my pussy, please," she moaned.

"I'm going to put more than that in your pussy, girl," I said. I lifted her one leg and draped it over my shoulder, and then pulled her apart with my fingers to dig as far inside her as my tongue could reach.

"Oh shit!" she squealed, and she grabbed my head and began humping my face. My thumb worked on her swollen clit as I tongue-fucked her. "Shit! Oh, God!" she wailed as I tasted her orgasm. This one was long, heartfelt, and juicy, and it left her trembling.

Standing up, I pulled her to me, crushing my cock against her belly and her tits against my chest. I held her for a moment until she started to calm down, and then I started in again. "Ready for more?" I asked before crushing my mouth to hers.

"No one's ever made me feel this way," she breathed.

I bent down to suck her left nipple into my mouth, sliding my hands down her body to cup her firm bubble-butt in one hand and her sex in the other. Releasing her tit, I said, "Now I'll put my finger in your pussy."

She moaned as I pushed my middle finger slowly into her vagina, and she grabbed my cock and began stroking it. "I really want you to fuck me now, please, Alex!"

"I'm not sure you're ready. Besides, we still need to wash me." I worked my index finger inside her, and sucked her right nipple hard into my mouth. Probing and stroking her wetness, I found her magic patch of ribbed tissue, and began my massage. My thumb played on her clit as I nibbled on her breast.

This time, she had an orgasm the likes of which I'm not sure I had ever seen. She began trembling, moaning, stammering some sort of gibberish, and then screaming as each pulse of her cum bathed my wrist. She was still leaking when I pulled my fingers out of her and hugged her to me to hold her up. Eventually her breathing returned to more-or-less normal.

"I don't know if I'll live through another one of those," she sighed. "What did you do to me?"

"I made you squirt," I said. "That's never happened to you before, has it?"

"Hell, no!" she exclaimed. "I mean, I knew it was an orgasm, but it wasn't like any I ever felt. It just kept growing and growing till I knew it was going to be huge. When it came, it was like I couldn't stop. I've cum from being fingered before, but nothing like that! Now I know I want you to fuck me!"

"Wash me first," I said.

She squirted shower gel all over me and began lathering my torso. When she got to my cock, she held it, almost reverently, in her soapy hands. "I think this is the biggest I've seen close-up. Thickest, for sure." She began stroking it, lathering it with one hand, and washing my ball sack and taint with the other.

She was good with her hands. Good enough that I knew she could easily bring me off this way. "Baby, I think you should wash my back now."

"All right," she said, holding my shaft for a moment while she kissed me.

I turned toward the spray, and she lathered my back, ass, feet, and legs. Turning to face her again, I found her stroking her pussy.

"Do you like blow-jobs?"

"I haven't had one in quite a while."

She knelt in front of me and began rubbing my cock on her face. "Maybe I can make up for a little of that."

It had been ages since I had gotten much of anything from my wife. Even when we were younger, she never took her time with it, like this girl did. Goldie started by licking me slowly, working her tongue in zig-zag patterns up and down my shaft, coating all of me with her spit. Then she began to suck on just the head, slowly stroking the rest of me with a firm grip.

When she finally opened her mouth and took me inside, I wondered if this would be the first time I would cum from a blow-job. Before I got married, I played the field for a number of years and dated some girls who really seemed to like giving head. It felt great, but all it ever did was get me in the mood for some intense fucking.




The Cheatin' Side of Town



This time, it was different. Her lips and tongue, the suction of her cheeks, and the massage her hands were giving my balls and the portion of me that wouldn't fit in her mouth all had me thinking that I could have an orgasm. A big one. "Keep that up and I'll cum."

"Good," she said, pausing only a moment from her efforts.

"Where do you want it?" I grunted.

She tried to mumble something around my cock, but then she felt it swelling. She looked up at me, and sucked even harder. With every spasm into her mouth, she swallowed. She didn't lose a drop.

"My God, girl! Where did you learn to suck cock like that?"

"Brian. He really likes it when I do that, but his cock isn't like yours."

"What do you mean?"

"His isn't as big, and he sure doesn't cum as much as you do!"

"Where do you want it next?" I asked, pulling her to her feet. "I have two ideas," I said, cupping her pussy with one hand and her ass with the other. My fingers started teasing her openings.

We made out like that for a while, under the cooling spray of the shower. My recovering manhood rose against her hip. "Let's go to my bedroom," she said, as she ran her fingers over it.

We dried each other, and she knelt to suck on me again, ensuring that I was hard as a digging iron once more. "Why do you keep playing with my asshole?" she asked.

"Don't you like that?"

"I don't know. Yeah, I guess, but no one's ever touched me there before."

"I think I should fuck you there," I said, pulling her up against me again and working a finger between her cheeks to stroke her puckered hole.

"Up my ass? I thought only gay guys did that."

"Gay men and little sluts," I said, pushing my thumb against her sphincter. "I'm the only guy here, and I'm straight."

"Will it hurt?"

"With a little lube and a lot of play, probably not too much."

"I want you in my pussy first," she breathed.

"That was my plan."

We went across the hall to her room. "Oh, my curtains are open," she said, moving to close them.

"You don't mind having them open when I'm working outside. Neither does you mother."

That stopped her in her tracks.

"Mom? Mom flashes you?"

"Pretty much every day when I'm here alone, just like you do. She did it before you did."

Goldie started to laugh, a hearty belly laugh that made her phenomenal tits bounce and her damp blond hair glisten in the sunlight. "My mother is such a bitch! She gave me very specific instructions to keep my curtains closed whenever you were here!"

"She doesn't practice what she preaches," I said. "And you don't listen worth a damn, do you?"

"No." She blushed, the first hint of shame on this brazen young girl's face.

"Are you going to listen to me?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then we'll both enjoy ourselves. Lie down in the middle of the bed."

She did. I got in bed next to her, and pulled her to lie against me. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"Are you? I'm not the one who's married."

I lay there and thought for a while, my hand stroking her luscious ass.

"As long as you can keep your mouth shut, we'll be fine," I said.

"Alex, if Brian found out, he'd be angry and hurt, and my parents would probably disown me. I'm going to the university in the city, and it's not cheap, so I'm sure not going to say anything."

"Fuck it," I said, grabbing her and pulling her on top of me so I could knead her buttocks better.

"Fuck me," she responded, crushing her mouth to mine.

I decided to taste her one more time, so I rolled her over onto her back as we kissed. Her nails dug into my back when she felt my hardness against her, and her tongue showed its appreciation to mine. We stayed like that for a while. I wanted to fuck her, but I wanted to make sure she was ready for the pounding I was about to give her.

She broke the kiss when my fingers played over her slit. "Oh, God," she said. "My boyfriend would be done by now."

"Maturity and experience trumps youth and enthusiasm." I grasped just the tip of her earlobe between my teeth and whispered, "I'm not ready to fuck you yet, and you sure as hell aren't ready to fuck me."

"I'm not?"

"No." I trailed little butterfly kisses from her hair, behind her ear, onto her neck and finally to her throat. Shifting my position so she could feel the head of my cock against her pussy, I grabbed her left breast, firmly but not hard, and proceeded to devour it. Her hips began to move, rubbing my wet penis over her slick opening. I stopped, grabbed the other breast, and said, "You're still not ready to fuck me." Then I bit, ever so lightly, on her right nipple, just enough to hold it still while my tongue worked on it.

"Oh, shit," she whimpered.

I got to my knees, put her legs on my shoulders and lifted her by her hips toward my face. Her damp blond hair was strewn on the pillow, the nipples on her gorgeous breasts fat and hard, and a mixture of nervousness and need in her blue-gray eyes.

"I've never had a man do this to me," she said.

"You've never had a MAN do anything." The tangy sweet aroma of her stopped me from talking. I pulled her to my mouth and began to eat.

At first, she stayed quiet. She was breathing noisily, but saying nothing. Then I heard it, a strangled gasping whisper. "Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh God," over and over, louder with each repetition, until she was screaming it and her juice was running down my chin.

"Now, you're ready to fuck," I said, lowering her body to the bed. I lifted her shoulders and stuffed some pillows under her. Then I pulled her against me, her legs splayed at a lewd angle resting on my thighs, aimed, and entered her. I wasn't rough with her, but I sure as hell got her attention.

"Don't move!" she moaned when I was fully inside her. "Wait for me, please."

"What's wrong?" I said, stroking my fingers lightly on her thighs. "You said you wanted me to fuck you."

"I have to stretch more than I'm used to."

"I can tell. Take your time."

Her face began to relax, and she looked at us where we joined. "How hard are you going to fuck me?" she whimpered.

"Pretty hard."

"I'll be tired when we're done, won't I?"

"Hopefully," I said, pulling out a little, and then pushing gently back to the bottom. "Are you on the pill?"

"I have a boyfriend. Of course I'm on the pill."

"Good." I pulled back about halfway, and pushed in to the hilt.

"Do that again," she said, a huge grin on her face.

I did it again, twice, the second time faster than the first.

"Watch us!" she giggled. "Look at how wet your cock is."

She was right. I pulled out again, and began to pump slowly in and out of her, pushing hard enough at the end of each stroke to make her tits bounce. Holding her by her pelvis, I pulled her on and off me, deeper and faster. The moisture on my shaft began to foam, her breasts bounced in circles, and her eyes were glued to our sex.

As she moaned, I grunted, and our wet groins smacked together. The room smelled of shower gel, fresh sweat, and sex. I watched the perspiration bloom on her forehead and her throat until drops began to roll down the valley between her breasts.

"Have you ever had your tits fucked?"

"No."

"I think you should. Not today, maybe, but sometime soon," I said, continuing to thrust relentlessly into her grasping, wet little pussy.

"No one's ever fucked me like this."

"Do you like it?"

"Yesssssss," she hissed, grinding her nipples between her fingertips as she climaxed on my cock.

Somehow, I managed to wait until she was calming down, and then I rammed into her about a half-dozen times and came at least as hard as I had in the shower.

"Alex!" she wailed, shuddering though a brand new orgasm. When it was over, I moved her so I could lie down.

She cuddled up against me and I held her, stroking the smooth skin of her shapely ass. Soon, she began to doze.

"Hey," I said, pulling her to me for a kiss. "This isn't the time for a nap. We need to get cleaned up, you need to change your sheets, and I need to finish that roof."

"You're no fun," she said, playfully smacking my chest.

"I agree. Now get up."

She did. "That's so cool," she said, running a finger through the mess on her bruised-looking sex.

It was pretty cool. I had done something I knew I might do sooner or later: cheat on my boring, selfish wife. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be with a girl fresh out of high school who looked like a centerfold. Memories of this day would keep me entertained on those boring nights when my wife played bridge with the girls.

We were in the shower again, all business this time. "Alex? I'd like to do that again."

"So would I."

Goldie said, "I think I'd like to try titty-fucking you, too. I can probably lick you at the same time."

"I'd like to try breaking in that sweet little ass of yours."

"I wonder if Mom does that with Dad. He's always grabbing her ass when he thinks I'm not looking."

With good reason, I thought. I'd sure as hell fuck her mom, if I could figure out if she really wanted it. Hell, why not? I've gone this far.

Three days later, I was finishing installation of the sauna enclosure that was delivered that morning. I was taking a load of packing materials out to my truck and looked up toward the house. None of the curtains were closed now, although they all had been when my guys were here earlier helping with setup. I had heard Goldie's car leave, which meant Marsha Cameron should be home alone.

Movement caught my eye in the master bedroom. The sun made a glare on the glass, but it looked she was putting on a black garter belt and nylons, and I didn't see panties. A pair of heels followed. Then, she dropped a simple blue dress over her head and left the room.

The intercom from the house buzzed. "Yes?" I answered, pushing the button.

"I saw you looking," a tinny female voice said. "I always see you looking. I like that. You should come inside for a better look." The intercom clicked off.

The back door was open, so I walked inside. I could hear her heels on the hardwood floor at the entrance to the master suite.

"Don't just stand there," the intercom near the door crackled. "I'm upstairs."

Sitting on her parents' bed was Goldie, wearing her mother's dress. "That answers one question for me," she laughed.

"What's that?"

"I wondered if you would fuck my mother. I think you would."

"I thought you were her. She took off in your car."

"She took it to get it serviced near her hairdresser. My other question was, what would you do to her?"

"Should I tell you or show you?"

"Show me."

"Maybe we should put some towels on the bed. I'm pretty sure your folks wouldn't be pleased if they could tell their bed had been fucked in."

"I already thought of that," Goldie said, pointing to beach towels that were folded on the dressing table chair. "Look what I found." She opened a nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube of personal lubricant. "I didn't find any toys, so I guess I was right about Mom and Dad."

"Could be." I spread the towels on the bed, and then lifted Marsha's dress over her daughter's head. I was right about the panties. The garter belt and nylons could stay. So could the heels. I pulled her against me and kissed her hard, probably harder than I had when we fucked the first time.

"What would you do if I was my mom?" she asked.

"Something like what I did to you the other day. Maybe harder since Mom's older."

"Harder? Is that even possible? I was tender all the next day."

"Maybe I'd fuck her ass, if I knew she had this," I said, grabbing the tube of lube.

"I've been thinking about that," she said.

"So have I." I dropped my shorts and showed her my hardness. She knelt in front of me and began to lube me with her sweet mouth. God, could this girl suck cock! I was getting lost in the sensation of her tongue as my penis rubbed across it when I saw the tube of lube again. I pulled my cock from her mouth, slapped her cheeks with it a few times, and pulled her to her feet. "Ready to get your virgin ass fucked?"

"Don't hurt me," she said as I mauled her big breasts.

"I'll try not to." I turned her around and pushed her face first onto the bed. Grabbing her ankles, I dragged her to the side so her belly was on the edge of the bed, legs over the side, and ass in the air. I spanked it lightly, first with my hand, and then with my cock. "Relax and enjoy this," I said, spreading her butt-cheeks and smearing lube on her puckered star. My middle finger probed her, and she struggled to loosen her muscles to admit me. I finger-fucked her ass until she started to moan, and then added my index finger. With my other hand, I stroked her clit.

"Oh God, Alex, I think I like that."

"Good," I said. I squeezed more lube onto my fingers and worked it inside her, stretching her little asshole to prepare her. A generous dollop of lube went on my cock, and I used it to smear the goo on her ass. "Ready?"

"I don't know," she whined as I pushed my manhood against her. At first, her sphincter resisted me, but it began to open as I fondled her button and massaged her wet slit with my hand. "OH, JESUS!" she yipped as I finally penetrated her. "How deep are you going to go?"

I kept pressing myself into her until I felt my scrotum against the hand I was using to finger her. "This deep."

"Oh God, it feels like a damn tree trunk!" she said through clenched teeth.

"Relax. You're too tense." I stretched the elastic of one of her garters and let it snap back against her buttock.

"Ow!" she squealed, pulling herself off me a little. I grabbed her by the hips and pushed back into her, strumming her little clit as I did. Then I snapped the other garter. "Ow!" she squealed again, moving forward more, pulling more of me out of her tight depths. This time, I smacked her ass with the palm of my hand before thrusting back inside her. That's how we got a rhythm going. I pushed in until my balls were against her pussy and then spanked her. She pulled away and allowed me to drive into her again. She was getting into it.

"Can a woman cum like this?" she gasped.

"Some can. Will you?"

"Maybe. It's starting to feel pretty good."

I pulled out and rolled her onto her back. Grabbing her ankles, I bent her in two and rammed my cock back into her ass and two fingers into her wet pussy. Pumping her hard, I let my thumb play on her swollen clit while I bit down on her left nipple.

"OH, GOD, FUCK MY ASS!" she squealed as I drove into her again and again. "You're gonna make me cum! Oh, oh, oh, fuck me, fuck me!" Her internal muscles started pulsing on my fingers as her eyes rolled up into her head. I just kept plowing her. When she was done, I pushed both her legs up even farther, and took long, deep strokes into her, kissing her as furiously as she kissed me, until I filled her rectum with cum.

Exhausted, I pulled out and lay next to her on the bed, my wilting cock still shiny from the lube and our juices in the afternoon sun. "That's what I would do to your mom."

Goldie and I continued our affair throughout the summer. On golf nights, when her parents and my wife were at the country club, I would take her in every room of the house. Other times, she would meet me at the building where I stored my equipment, and I would fuck her in the bed of a truck or on a blanket spread on top of a pile of plywood. It was great dirty fun, but risky as hell, which may have been part of the thrill.

When college started, Goldie spent a lot of time on her studies. She was a hard worker, committed to her dream of becoming a doctor. I got her a present for her nineteenth birthday, which came about a week after she aced all her mid-terms. I picked her up after her last class one chilly autumn afternoon.

She bounced across the parking lot and got in my truck. "Where are we going tonight? I'm horny!" she said.

"A new place. Here, I have a present for you." I opened the glove compartment and handed her a small gift box, the kind a bracelet could be packed in. "Don't open it yet." I drove to an older part of town and parked on the street in front of a large house that had been broken up into apartments. "Open your gift."

She pulled off the bow and tore at the wrapping paper. Inside the box on a pad of white cotton fill was a door key. She gave me a confused look. I said nothing until I had gotten out of the truck and opened her door for her.

"Let's see what it unlocks," I said, taking her hand and leading her across the sidewalk.

Still looking very uncertain, she put the key in the lock and turned it. The door opened into a small apartment. The main room had a sofa, TV, and a kitchenette at the far end. The bedroom had a king-sized bed and two nightstands. On one were two champagne flutes and a bottle chilling. On the other was a small bowl of strawberries.

"Winter is coming. I didn't want to have to take you to motels, so I got this. I bought the building, and I'm going to remodel the whole thing and rent it out, but I'm saving this space for us," I said.

"I... I can't move in with you, Alex," she said.

"I can't imagine two people actually living here, and I'm not asking you to move in. My wife might not like that any better than Brian. But if you want to keep seeing me, we have a place of our own."

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. That may have been the first time we made love.

We used the apartment a lot. I "played poker with the guys", and she "studied with the girls" as much as possible. On nights when my wife had to work and Goldie's parents were away, she would sometimes tell her boyfriend that she went with them.

When Goldie turned twenty-one, I took her to get a tattoo she wanted. Only certain people would see it -- a small and finely detailed design of rosebuds surrounded by ivy, high on her left buttock. Brian thought it was great that her "best girlfriends" chipped in to get it for her.

Things changed during her senior year. We had sworn to each other early on that we would be friends with benefits, fuck-buddies, and nothing more. We cared about each other, more deeply than we planned to, but we knew our lives weren't destined to stay the same.

One night, after a particularly tender session of mutual pleasure, she was cuddled on my chest. "Alex?"

"Hmmm?"

"I got a letter today from another medical schools I applied to."

"Which one?"

"Stanford, in California. That's my first choice. I already have my acceptance to Johns Hopkins, which is kind of my fall-back school. That's only an hour away."

"What did Stanford say?" I asked.

"I didn't open the letter. I wanted to be with you when I did." She got out of bed, pulled an envelope out of her backpack, and burrowed under the covers with me again. "Should I open it?"

"That's the first step toward finding out what they said."

She gave my cock a playful squeeze and tore open the envelope. In the nightstand light, I could read over her shoulder. Goldie was accepted by one of the finest medical schools in the country, three thousand miles away.

"I don't know what to do," she said.

I pulled her to me and kissed her hair. "Yes you do. You already told me that Brian is going there for their business management program. Stanford is the best school for what you want to do, and the boy you love wants to go there."

"But you're staying here."

"Yes."

We lay quietly in each other's arms for a while.

"Can we sleep here tonight?" she asked.

"I had hoped to."

After our shower, I spooned with her until she fell asleep. I stayed awake for a while, admiring her curves, feeling the soft skin of her breast in my hand and her ass against my groin. Sleeping here with Goldie was better than sleeping at home next to the mannequin my wife had become.

I woke up before she did. The early morning sun brought soft light to the room through the curtains. I got out of bed and made coffee. When I returned, I found her lying on her back, her legs slightly spread, the covers down to expose her beautiful breasts and just the top of her bare slit. I wanted her more at that moment than I could stand.




The Cheatin' Side of Town



"Baby?" I whispered as I lay down next to her.

She didn't respond. One thing I had learned about Goldie over the years was that she liked to sleep.

"Do you want to wake up?"

"No," she mumbled. She kicked the sheet down further, and resumed her steady slow breathing.

I propped myself up on my elbow to look at her. Her blond hair was scattered across the pillow, a lock of it covering one eye. Her nipples, even in sleep, were dark pink, perky, and delicious-looking. The smooth skin of her abdomen trailed off into her valley. It called to me. I knew how I would wake her.

I moved to the foot of the bed and stared at her womanhood. Easing her thighs further apart, I traced a path with my tongue from the bottom of her sex to the top. On about the tenth pass, she began to stir. Her legs moved farther apart, and her breathing changed. I licked her more firmly, tasting the moisture she started to produce.

She stretched and mumbled, "What are you doing?"

"Licking you."

"Mmmm."

I kept eating her gently, savoring the pleasured sounds she was making.

She whispered, "Cock."

"Hmmm?" I replied between passes of my tongue.

"Cock. Want it. In my mouth."

I turned in bed, and she began suckling on my member as I lapped at her. This wasn't the frenzied blowjob I sometimes got from her, and her orgasms on my tongue were quiet and luxurious. When I came, she cleaned me thoroughly after she swallowed.

"That was a lot more fun than my alarm clock at home," she sighed when I moved to hold her again.

At Goldie's graduation, I stayed in the shadows. Brian surprised Goldie with an engagement ring after they got their diplomas.

The next night in the apartment, Goldie and I agreed that we had to stop doing this. I decided it was time to try to save my marriage, and Goldie resolved to be faithful to the man who gave her the diamond. On our last night together, she cried as she rode me.

**

Working on my marriage was a waste of time. I wasn't the only one in my house with lying eyes. After nearly twenty years together, my wife left me for a younger man, one she had been seeing for almost as long as I had been involved with Goldie. The divorce cost me a lot. I wound up living in the old building I was renovating, eventually finishing the other apartments but staying in the little unit that had been our illicit love-nest.

Building houses is hard work. Talk to any older construction worker. Look at his body. It may look toned, fit, and strong, but it will be scarred, too. My worst scars were from back surgery. I developed a pain in my leg that wouldn't go away the day after I turned fifty-five. It felt like a cramp in my calf muscle when it got bad, even though the muscle was relaxed. Walking helped, but it got to the point that it was a challenge to even sit through dinner.

When the pain got bad enough, I went to my doctor. He referred me to a surgeon who, after a zillion tests and pictures, justified cutting me open. After the excruciating surgical pain died away, and I completed physical therapy, I went back to work. Six months later, the pain returned. The surgeon opened me up again and removed more material from the herniated discs that were pressing on my sciatic nerve.

With two back surgeries and all the time I had missed from work, my business was in trouble. Grimly, I tried to re-build my little company. I had to pay a lot of sub-contractors to do work I normally would have done, which nearly bankrupted me.

When the pain started yet again, I went back to the surgeon. This time, he said my pain was caused by scar tissue from the other two procedures pressing against the nerve. More surgery to remove it wasn't an option, since new scar tissue would likely grow and cause the pain to return. The solution? An electronic neuro-stimulator implant. It's a device about the size of a pack of gum that is placed under the skin with a cable pushed through the fat layer over the muscles of the back and connected to a bundle of electrodes on the spinal cord. My surgeon called in a specialist to do the procedure, a Dr. Jessica O'Connor.

Dr. O'Connor was beautiful even without make-up and with her long brown hair in a bun. Her credentials indicated a woman of about forty, although you would never have thought that to look at her. She was all business when she bustled into the examining room.

"I'm Dr. O'Connor, Mr. Masterson. From consulting with your surgeon and studying your MRIs, I believe you are a perfect candidate for an implant. With proper programming, you should be virtually pain-free and able to return to normal activities, provided you do nothing to unduly strain your back. The insertion of the unit will be done under general anesthesia. When you recover, we will program it to give you maximum comfort."

It sounded good to me. I was tired of pain, and scared of living the rest of my life dependent on the painkillers that made me a zombie.

Before my discharge from the hospital, Dr. O'Connor worked with a laptop computer to program the micro-computer under my skin. Using a paddle that she rested on the scar over my implant, she was able to test and stimulate the electrodes, finding the right balance of micro-voltages to send to my spine to mask the agony of my pinched nerve. Then she sent the settings to a small remote that I wore in a holster on my belt. With that, I could make some changes to the signals, depending on my comfort level.

One evening, my phone rang. "This is Dr. O'Connor. How are you doing, Mr. Masterson?"

"Not too bad. I'm getting better with the remote control unit."

"If you're not busy, I could come over and work with you on it. Your address is on your chart."

I was a bit surprised to hear a doctor offer to make a house call, but any help I could get with my new toy might get me back to work sooner. "When do you want to come over?"

"Will half an hour be okay?"

Thirty minutes later, she knocked on my door. Her hair was down now, and her lab coat was gone. She wore a simple white blouse and a short charcoal pencil skirt, and she looked stunning. For the first time, I appreciated what a phenomenal figure she had.

She set up her laptop and had me loosen my pants and raise my shirt so she could put her electrode paddle on my skin. She ran a diagnostic on all the leads, and then began adjusting settings. As she worked, she talked. "Do you have any other health problems or concerns? Your chart really doesn't talk about much except your pain, and the fact that you're otherwise very healthy."

"Nope. Blood pressure is good. Heart is good. I'm healthy except for my back and all the trouble.... Wow, that's a weird sensation," I said when she changed a setting.

"What do you feel?"

"A warm tingling feeling on my shin. Oh, now, wait, you changed something. Now it almost feels like water dripping on my toes."

"Some people report all kinds of odd feelings, depending on what settings they run." Her nails clicked on her keyboard, and suddenly, I got a jolt of pleasure in my groin. It felt like a dozen tongues were all licking me at the same time, and I was instantly rock hard.

"Feel anything unusual?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Can you describe what you feel?" She was looking at my groin, a naughty smile playing on her mouth. "Maybe I should save that setting."

"Doctor, I'm sorry. I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be. It's normal, Alex. So is this." She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, exposing a large pair of breasts straining against a white lace bra. "I think you should call me Jessica now." She turned and walked into my bedroom. Of course, I followed. I had no idea what was going on, but I sure as hell wasn't questioning it.

Her hands freed my straining member from my clothing and began stroking it lightly. "I don't know whether you've had any trouble in this area," she said as she started to lick it, "but you won't now."

"Doctor, I mean, Jessica, what are you doing?" I gasped. This woman was damn good with her tongue.

"I can't leave you in this condition, can I?" she purred as she took me deep into her mouth.

I reached behind her to unclasp her bra, pulling it off her so I could knead her impressive breasts. Her nipples were hard, and getting harder under my fingers.

She unzipped her skirt, worked it off her hips, and stripped off the lacy white panties that matched her discarded bra. Going to my open closet, she pulled some spare pillows from a top shelf. An old shoebox fell to the floor and opened. Inside were things I had never had the heart to throw away -- Goldie's old rabbit vibe that I bought her for Christmas one year, a forgotten pair of her panties, and her college graduation announcement. Jessica glanced at the items for a moment in silence, then repacked the box and put it away.

She undressed me the rest of the way, propped me comfortably with pillows, and mounted me. My cock, harder than it had been in years, slid blissfully inside her wet, clean-shaven pussy. She rode me to a hard, pulsing orgasm, allowing me to fill her with my seed, and then turned, with me still erect inside her, to ride me once more, her hands on my ankles for support.

That's when I saw the tattoo of rosebuds and ivy, the one I had bought for Goldie on her twenty-first birthday.

"Oh my God," I said. "That tattoo!"

"I've never forgotten you, Alex," she murmured as she pumped her drooling sex up and down on my shaft. "I think I was falling in love with you when I was in college. When Brian gave me my ring, I thought I could put you out of my mind, but I failed. I've tried to change. I've been faithful to him all these years, but when I saw your name on your chart, all the old feelings came rushing back.

"You saw I kept a few mementos," I said. "I was very happy when we were together."

"So was I. When I realized you were my patient, I thought I could stay professional, but I was wrong."

She said nothing more, allowing both of us to savor the old sensations of our bodies joining. After her second orgasm, she turned to face me again, kissing me, giving me access to her magnificent breasts.

"I thought you looked familiar, but your hair and name convinced me I was wrong," I said as I pulled her down for a passionate kiss.

She straightened up to ride me again. "I let my hair go back to its natural color, started using my middle name instead of Goldie, got married, and became a surgeon. I use my married name now, since that's what's on my degrees. When I saw the name and address on your chart, I almost said something, but I didn't know what you would think.

"I think I'm glad you're back," I groaned, filling her again.

She left soon afterward with a promise to return often to check on me. As she walked to her car, mist was swirling through the wet, bare trees on my street. I heard a passing vehicle's radio playing that old Eagles' song.

"My, oh my, you sure know how to arrange things. You set it up so well, so carefully. Ain't it funny how your new life didn't change things? You're still the same old girl you used to be."



The Cheating Bride



For my friend Michael who patiently endures my disappearing acts, and who's private photos have given me many pleasant dreams.

"We'll be back!" my bridesmaid's said as they scurried from the room. I could hear them giggling all the way down the stairs. They left on a mission to find a bottle of liquor.

It was thirty minutes before the big event. I was nervously pacing the floor in one of the two small rooms upstairs at the Inn. Soon I would be called downstairs and out into the lawn where my handsome groom waited for me. I would marry my fiancé - the love of my life. 

I was alone, save for Marie, my maid of honour who was in the room across the hall. She was having another "crisis" with her boyfriend. I could hear her shouting into her cell phone through the thin wall.

I peered out the window. There were over a hundred guests. Most of them had already been seated in one of the rows of white folding chairs on the lawn. I could see the minister and 4 handsome gentlemen in black tuxedos standing up at the front of the crowd. I couldn't ask for a more beautiful sunny day to get married.

My fiancé, Errol, was a successful business man. I had met him on a cruise in the Bahamas eight months ago. He was a handsome man, if a little dull. Our love life too was unremarkable but he was kind however and I loved him.

I stepped away from the window and looked at myself in the tall mirror again. I admired my beautiful wedding dress. It was pure white, with hundreds of tiny sequins and trimmed with delicate lace. I pulled my veil down over my face and admired myself through the mesh fabric. 

The front of the dress was cut low enough to show off my ample cleavage, yet remained tasteful enough to be worn in church. It wasn't easy to find a dress to fit a thin yet "top heavy" woman like myself and it took a lot of alterations to make it work. I think my favourite piece however was probably the lace gloves. I stood there adjusting the dress and pushing up my breasts when suddenly there was a knock at the door. 

"Who is it?" I asked turning around.

The door opened and to my surprise in walked my ex-boyfriend, Dave. "My God," he said with a smile, "Karen, you look breath-taking!"

My heart began to beat faster. Dave was a last minute addition to the guest list. Our short love-affair had been so powerful, I had decided not to invite him even though we were still friends. It was only at my fiancé's insistence that we send him an invitation.

"Hi, Dave," I replied uncomfortably. "You look quite handsome yourself in your tux." I looked him up and down again. Just the sight of him was beginning to stir up feelings that I really didn't need right now.

Dave closed the door. He crossed the floor and put his hands on my shoulders. "I couldn't have imagined how beautiful you would look until I saw you just now." Dave continued to run his eyes all over me.

"Dave, you're sweet, but you can't be in here," I said, flipping the Vail up and off my face.

"Nonsense!" Dave replied. "I have every right to see what I'm missing. Every man in the place will be watching you tonight. You're going to break a lot of hearts!"

I could see right through Dave's flattery. He was a smooth talker. Even so, I got a warm feeling as he spoke.

"You already know what you're missing, Dave," I said. I then said something I would immediately regret. I added "You've seen me naked like a hundred times, remember?"

How could I say that? Why would I open the door for him like that? I began to blush.

Dave smiled a crooked smile. "A thousand times," he said, "but who's counting."

"OK, I'm officially embarrassed now!" I said with a smile. "But you should go."

"Of course. But first let me give the bride a hug," Dave said stretching his arms out. I paused for a moment, then gave a sigh and stepped into his arms. Dave wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I rested my face against his shoulder. I would certainly miss our intimacy, but I knew in my heart I was making the right decision.

I lifted my head. We looked into each other's eyes. My heart was pounding. Through the thick folds of material that made up my wedding dress I could feel Dave's cock begin to inflate. Dave put his hand against my cheek. I stepped, breaking our embrace. I took his hands in mine. 

"I'll always have feelings for you, Dave," I said, "but right now you have to leave. I can't get caught talking with my ex-boyfriend before my wedding."

"I understand," he said. He looked me up and down again. "Before I go, do me one small favour."

I shot him a dirty look but before I could say anything, he spoke.

"I've always wondered what a bride wears under her dress."

His words hung in the air. My eyes grew wide. "Excuse me?" I exclaimed.

"Show me, Karen, and I'll leave. My curiosity will be satisfied," he said. Dave always had his nerve. It almost surprised me that he wanted one last look at me.

"Are you crazy?" I said in a hushed tone. "My mother could walk in any second! Or my mother IN LAW!" I pointed my finger to the floor indicating that at any time, someone could climb the stairs and enter unannounced into the room. "Plus," I added, "You've had your chance. It's over between us."

"Please Karen," Dave said, "Let me see what another man will be enjoying tonight." 

My breathing quickened. I pictured Dave on his knees sliding his hands up my legs. I imagined his hands reaching mid-thigh where my stockings ended and bare flesh began. I imagined his hands sliding behind me and gently caressing my bare ass. 

"Absolutely not!" I told him. But Dave didn't move. He stood there smiling and pretended to pout. A moment passed. The room was silent. I listened for any footsteps on the old wooden stairs. I could still hear my maid of honour of the phone in the room across the hall. I could feel my face getting red.

"Come on, Karen," Dave persisted, "for old time's sake. Let me have one last look at those sexy legs."

I told myself that it was alright. I told myself that he had already seen me naked in every conceivable sexual position, and that showing him my legs or even panties was not a big deal. I took a deep breath.

"Will you leave immediately after?" I asked. Dave nodded in agreement. "Sit," I said, motioning to the only chair in the room. "You will NOT touch me."

Dave wasted no time in sitting on the creaky wooden chair beside the desk. I tried to forget that in twenty-five minutes I was about to be married to another man, and that what I was about to do was very wrong.

I walked up to him and stood there. I gave a heavy sigh as if to say that he was such a bother. I looked him in the eye. "This is the last time," I said. Dave grinned. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I said under my breath. Then, slowly I bent in half and took hold of the bottom of my wedding gown. I gathered it up in folds and carefully stood up. Inch by inch I exposed my long stocking-clad legs. I stopped at mid-thigh where my stockings ended.

"There you go. So do you like my stockings?" I asked Dave.

I could tell by the look on his face that he was trying very hard not to reach out and grab me.

"Very.... sexy," Dave said. "More please."

I rolled my eyes and paused for a moment. I slowly lifted my dress another few inches revealing the lacy tops of my stockings and stopping just below my panties.

I could hear Dave's heavy breathing and I watched as his eyes took in the details of my soft flesh and sexy white stockings.

I turned to look at the window to make extra certain I could not be seen by anyone on the ground. I paused again to listen for any steps on the creaky stairs. Then I looked back at Dave. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I should have dropped my skirt at that point. Instead I pressed on.

"And this," I said, pausing for dramatic effect, "is what a bride's panties look like." 

I slowly pulled my dress up to my chest.

Dave's mouth dropped open. "Wow," he said. 

I looked down at Dave's pants. I recognised the big bulge I'd seen many times before. The sight of it made me feel woozy.

"I love how they're sort of transparent," he said. The panties I wore were mostly white sheer material with a solid white patch covering my pussy.

"Cute aren't they?" I said looking down at them. I remained there holding my dress up letting Dave have a long look at my body from my belly to my toes. I was hoping he would also notice my new belly-ring.

"Let me see the back now," Dave said.

"Oh I don't think so," I said laughing and dropping my dress.

"Why not?" Dave said in a disappointed tone.

"No." I said firmly.

"How come?" he asked. Was he serious? How could he not understand my reluctance?

"Well first of all, Dave, I'm getting married in twenty five...." I paused glancing at the clock on the wall, "twenty minutes. Secondly, there is no back to these panties to see."

Dave raised his eyebrows and we both burst out laughing.

"Oh REALLY?" he said. "So you're wearing a g-string down the aisle today?" I shrugged and said nothing at first. Then I said, "It's a thong at the back. It's really small though." I was grinning as I spoke. I loved the reaction on his face when I told him I was wearing a thong.

"Oh I see," said Dave nodding his head and tapping his chin with his finger.

"No," I said shaking my head, "you don't see." I wanted to show him so badly but I did not want to betray my soon-to-be husband.

"One little look. I won't touch, I promise," Dave said. A moment passed. I kept staring at the big cock pressing against Dave's black suit pants. 

I broke the silence with an exaggerated sigh. I turned my back to him and over my shoulder I said, "One peek."

Dave seized the opportunity. He leaned over and grabbed the bottom of my dress. He stood pulling the dress up and pressed it against my shoulder, holding it firm. I felt the cool air of the room on my bare bottom and a warm sensation up my neck and face.

"My God, Karen, what an amazing ass you have," Dave said, "so round and perfect."

"You're supposed to be looking at my thong," I reminded him. I was so excited I felt my legs shaking. I loved having Dave look at my bare ass again. I could feel my nipples stiffening against my lacy bra.

"I love how the white string disappears between you little ass cheeks," he said. Suddenly I felt his warm hand on my bare ass. I let out a gasp. Dave squeezed me and gently patted my bare flesh. He moved his hand from cheek to cheek. Part of me wanted to turn and slap him. Most of me wanted him to force me to the bed and finish what he started. I remained motionless for a full minute while Dave's hand explored every inch of my bare ass.

"Dave that's enough!" I hissed, pretending to be annoyed that he had broken his word.

I spun around to face him and Dave dropped the dress.

"There, now you have officially felt up the bride. I hope you're happy," I said in mock anger. I decided I had to put an end to this before things got out of control. "Come with me," I said. I took him by the arm and led him to the door. My white high heels echoed in the small room with each step on the hardwood floor.

We stopped in front of the door. I put one hand on the knob. "Here's what you're going to do," I told him, "You're going to cross the hall to the other room. You remember my friend Marie, don't you? Well Marie is in there having a fit with her boyfriend on the phone. You're going to go hit on her, and believe me; she'll have your cock in her mouth so fast you won't know what hit you."

Dave looked stunned as I opened the door. He paused and then let out a sigh.

"Out!" I commanded. Dave sighed. He shrugged and walked out the door. I closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. I slowly walked back to the mirror. My heart was pounding but I knew I had done the right thing.

I knew Dave well. I knew that once he had his cock sucked he would lose interest in me and I could focus on the wedding. I also knew my friend Marie very well. I knew she was a huge slut, and that given the opportunity she would drop to her knees for him in a heartbeat.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I started to regret what I had let Dave do to me. I had let my ex-boyfriend feel up my bare ass on my wedding day.

"You're an idiot," I said to my reflection. My mind was racing. I thought of my soon-to-be husband, Errol and how trusting he was and what a good provider he was. Then I thought about Dave, and what a pounding he could deliver in bed. I remembered one of our last dates. Dave fucked me at a party. He stripped me naked and fucked me on the bed where everyone's coats had been stored. We were interrupted over and over by guests walking into the bedroom to retrieve their coats but Dave never once stopped fucking me. 

I closed my eyes and ran my hands over my small waist and then slid them up over my large breasts. I remembered back to a year ago when I was sucking Dave's cock every night. I imagined the sound of his voice as he came in my mouth. I was sure I was soaking my panties.

"I want you so bad," I whispered to myself. I felt my nipples pressing hard against my lacy bra. 

I looked again at the clock and then back at the mirror. I closed my eyes and slipped a hand down the front of my dress. I loved the sensation of the thin glove over my soft skin. I found my hard nipple and pulled gently on it. Suddenly I noticed Marie's voice had gone silent. I expected Dave had worked his magic and was now getting his cock sucked by my maid of honour. How I wished it was me on my knees right now, sucking Dave's big cock. 

Quietly I reached behind my back and unzipped my dress about six inches. I carefully relaxed the front of the dress pulling it down and out, as much as the stiff material would allow. Then I reached down my top with my right hand and slipped my left breast from its lacy home. Then I did the same with my right breast. The stiff collar on the dress made for a shelf, holding my oversized breasts up and pushing them together in an unnatural way. I looked again in the mirror. The light from the window made my bare breasts glow. My dark stiff nipples provided a contrast to my pale white skin.

"Do you like my big tits, Dave?" I said to my reflection gently shaking my chest from side to side. "Should I walk down the aisle like this? Would you like that?" I dropped my hand to my crotch and pushed. God how I wished Dave was licking my wet pussy at that moment.

"Would you like to watch my big tits bounce with every step I take?" I said to the mirror. I reached up and clutched both breasts in my hands. I spread my fingers to I could see my hard nipples. "Maybe you'd like to fuck me one more time before I get married?" I loved how the word 'fuck' sounded. I repeated myself slowly, leaving emphasis on the word 'fuck'. 

"Maybe you'd like to FUCK me one more time before I get married?" I said to the mirror.

Suddenly a voice spoke behind me. "She wasn't there," the voice said. I jumped and spun around on my heels. I let out a cry and lost my footing. I slipped back and tumbled, my arms flailing to catch the desk to break my fall. 

Dave leapt across the floor toward me. "Oh my God, Karen!" he shouted. 

I landed flat on my ass on the floor beside the desk. One breast had slipped back into my dress, the other still heaving over the top of my collar. I started to laugh.

"Are you ok?" Dave asked as he helped me to my feet.

"Ya," I said still laughing. "Stupid high-heels!"

I brushed my dress off and adjusted my veil but made no effort to cover my exposed breast.

"I'm ok," I said. I turned to face the mirror again. Dave stepped aside so I could see reflection. I reached into my dress and pulled out my other breast so both tits were completely exposed again.

The room went quiet. Dave's eyes were locked on my bare tits.

"That's not quite right," he said. He reached behind me and lowered my zipper another few inches. I felt the front of my dress relax. Dave went to work pulling the dress down and making it sit flat against my body. He gently adjusted my big tits so they hung more naturally. 

"Better?" Dave said standing back. I looked at in the mirror. I picked up my flower bouquet and held it in front of me.

"Sexy," I said.

I looked over at Dave. He had unfastened his pants and pulled his cock and balls out. He was re-fastening the button on his pants so his genitals were framed in black material.

"Oh my God," I said staring at his thick shaft and tight ball sac.

Dave motioned to the chair with his hand. Without a word, I turned and sat down in the chair. From my position in front of the window I could see most of the guests on the back lawn. I could see the musicians were in place and starting to play. I turned back to Dave who had moved in front of me now. His cock was huge. It somehow looked bigger than I had remembered. I lifted my glove-clad hand and cupped his big ball sac. I lifted it and in doing so, pointed his hard shaft at my face. In the bright light from the window I could see every detail in his long fleshy cock.

I let out a gentle sigh as I rolled his balls in the palm of my hand. "This...I will miss," I said looking up at Dave. 

Another moment passed. Neither of us spoke. I lifted my other hand and began to gently stroke Dave's cock. "What does that feel like with my gloves on?" I asked him softly.

"Feels different, but nice," he replied.

I continued to gently stroke his cock. I watched a drop of pre-come collect at the tip of his shaft.

"Are you wet?" Dave asked.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation.

Another moment passed. I started to stroke Dave's cock a little faster. I tried to imagine how many times I had jerked him off in the past. A hundred? How many times had I swallowed his come?

"Karen," Dave said. I looked up at him. "Put that cock in your mouth," he said softly.

My heart jumped. "I can't," I said, "Dave, I can't cheat on my husband on my wedding day."

Dave reached out and gently touched my cheek with his fingers. "Karen," Dave said again, "Put that big cock in your mouth and suck on it." His words sent a chill up my spine.

"I want to Dave. God knows I want to but I can't," I told him.

I released his cock and cupped my breasts. I pulled gently on my nipples. I felt so comfortable playing with my tits in front of Dave.

"Sweetheart," Dave said after a moment, "Suck that big cock."

I looked up at him. A tear was forming in the corner of my eye. He took a half-step closer to me. 

Taking his cock by the base Dave lifted it and tapped it against the side of my face. Then he started on my forehead and slowly traced the wide head of his cock down my nose, and pressed it gently on my lips.

"Open your pretty mouth and suck my cock," he said softly.

I looked up at him. Tears were rolling down both cheeks now.

Then I opened my mouth and with only 10 minutes left before my wedding, I slid Dave's big cock inside my mouth and began sucking.

Dave gasped. "God that feels good," he moaned. His cock fit perfectly into my mouth. I continued to stroke him with one lace hand as I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. With my other hand I played with his heavy balls.

"Get on your knees when you suck cock, you little slut," Dave whispered. Without missing a beat I slid off the chair onto my knees. That's when I really started to suck him hard and fast.

Dave groaned. "You are so... fucking... good at that," Dave said quietly. I popped his cock out of my mouth to look up at him, all the while maintaining a rhythmic stroking with my hand.

"Am I the best cock-sucker you've ever had?" I asked him breathlessly.

"Yes, you are the absolute best little cock-sucker in the world," he replied. My veil slipped down over my face and Dave grabbed it and pulled it back again. "Did you miss sucking me off?" he asked




The Cheating Bride is Exposed



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Actions without thought = disaster - my ending to kgardner's The Cheating Bride (7/2/11)

http://www.literotica.com/s/the-cheating-bride

A simple story. She's about to tie the knot. Her ex-boyfriend walks in as she's putting on her wedding dress. She blows him, she fucks him, and rushes out the door, fixing her dress, to get married. Brilliant.

A simple ending, not unlike another. Short & sweet.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.

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" . . . man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

The minister's voice cleared through the fog of delicious after-sex that had enveloped me. I smiled and accepted my fiance's kiss. It wasn't any little peck either. He went for my tonsils. At least he did for a few seconds, before he suddenly jerked away.

"Karen? Care to explain to me why your mouth tastes like cum?" he asked softly.

I'll admit it. I was stunned. I was having difficulty coming up with an answer.

He leaned forward and smelled me. I could feel the blood rushing to my head. "And while you're at it, why do you stink of sex?" He was a little louder that time. Too loud, in my opinion.

The minister leaned forward. "Please sir, this is inappropriate under the circumstances."

"I'm sorry, but smell for yourself. She REEKS of adulterous sex."

Yes, definitely too loud. We'd be talking later, but I wasn't going to let his rudeness ruin my day.

The minister had the decency to blush, but the inhabitants of the nearest lawn seats were starting to chatter, and I heard gasps and giggling. 

"Please, Errol," I whispered, trying to calm him. "It's not what you think. We'll discuss this later. In private."

Suddenly he was on his knees before me. I had a moment of relief, until he reached up my wedding dress, pulling the front nearly up to my chest. My efforts to push his hands away were ineffectual. His heart broken sigh was agony to my ears. "I'm concerned, Karen. It would appear you have someone's semen dripping from you. How is that possible? Could you explain that please?"

Dad stood up for me, bustling forward, for all of a few seconds, until he saw Dave's cum running down my leg. The look of disappointment on his face killed me. "Karen? Baby, what have you done?" he gasped, rushing forward to pull my dress back down.

"Daddy, it's not what it looks like! You have to believe me!" I assured him, straightening the lay of my gown.

He turned to Errol, and the defense I hoped for never appeared. "I'm sorry," he said.

Errol shook his head slowly. "Not your fault, sir. I was forewarned. I should have listened when I heard she had engaged in coitus in view of nearly a dozen people at one party. I didn't want to believe she was the slattern others claimed." His voice lowered so only my father, and I of course, could hear. "A slut, I was told. I wouldn't believe it."

I reached out for him, hoping to save something of what should have been our magical day. "I'm not, Honey. Not even close. I don't sleep around. I never have. You know my past, I've never kept anything from you! This is just a mistake."

He had turned away from me, scanning the crowd. Dave was trying his best to slip off to the side when Errol pointed him out. "That man. I'd like to talk to him please." His voice barely rose in volume, but it cut through the cacophony like a knife through butter. 

People stood and stared. Chairs toppled in a noisy raucous, fingers were pointed.

Dave took off running, but the ushers, mostly friends of Errol's caught him pretty easily. The last I saw of him, they were dragging him into the inn.

Errol turned to the minister. "Sir, I beg your assistance. Is it possible to end this farce before it proceeds any further? I married her under false pretenses. I assure you, there will be no consummation of the marriage."

Farce? We were married! Everyone heard it. He was mine now, and I was his. Alright I screwed up a little. But that was BEFORE our vows. He had to understand that.

"This is quite unusual," the minister admitted. "I believe it is in my power to call this off, since the papers have not been filed. It's extremely awkward. I'll feel better after talking to my superiors."

I stood quietly, dazed, listening to them discuss the remnants of my life so casually. Mother was there, trying to drag me away from my husband, while Father stood gallantly between the onlookers and myself. This couldn't be happening. This was my day. My dream wedding. 

Errol continued his chat with the minister. "I'd be so very appreciative if you'd do whatever you could. I trust you understand my predicament. I will NOT be married," his accusatory stare, up and down my body hurt, "to THAT."

"Certainly. A bride-to-be who would engage in extra-marital sexual activities and come before God, bathed in the aftermath could hardly be trusted to be faithful. We'll do what we can." He glared at me, as if somehow it was my fault that his ceremony was ruined. I was getting pissed off. Errol could have had the decency to wait until we were in private to expose our dirty laundry. He needed to get off his high horse and listen to reason.

I almost smiled. Dirty laundry. Like Dave had been wiping his tears with.

Mother was still tugging at my arm. "This way, you idiot. The back entrance."

I tried to fight her off. "I can't. We still have the receiving line and the reception."

"Are you daft? There will be no reception, or anything else. You've pretty much put paid to all the rumors, and now you've destroyed your marriage, and wrecked a good man. I hope you're proud of yourself."

I let her tow me along, while Marie grabbed my train to stop me from tripping on it. "I told you, didn't I? I TOLD you you'd get caught. Jesus, Karen, what the fuck were you thinking?"

"I wasn't. I didn't plan on it. It was just that Dave . . ."

"Good ol' Dave. Two-timing Dave. Have you already forgotten why you dumped the asshole?" Marie sneered.

No, I hadn't forgotten. It was convenient, in the moment to only remember the great sex, not the rest of him. Shit, he was slick, getting past all my defenses. I knew I shouldn't have invited him. I didn't want to in the first place. It wasn't even my idea. 

"Hey, this ISN'T my fault! Errol will understand that. I told him I didn't want Dave here. He was the one that insisted on inviting him."

My mother almost blew a gasket. "NOT YOUR FAULT! Sometimes I'm amazed you have the brains to walk and breathe at the same time. Go ahead. Try to use that excuse with Errol. I'm sure he'll agree."

"But it's true!"

I was shocked when she slapped me as soon as we were out of sight of our guests. "Listen to yourself. It's not your fault? You screwed another man, and apparently blew him as well, on the way up the aisle to your marriage!"

"It wasn't in the aisle, Mother. It was back in my dressing room. It was a mistake, and it was BEFORE we were married. I'm his wife now. He has to know I'll always be faithful! I'm not a cheater."

Mother threw her hand up in the air, theatrically. "You take her, Marie. I'm certain you had some part in this. Take her out of here, before I slap the shit out of her! I'm going to see if we can get any of our money back."

"It wasn't my fault!" Marie shouted after my retreated mother. "I told her not to do it. That there wasn't time for it. I tried to stop her!"

"Time?" mother repeated, shaking her head.

"Errol looked awfully mad," I admitted to my maid of honor. "I guess I should find him and explain things. I'm not looking forward to the browbeating I'll be receiving. I hope it doesn't last too far into our honeymoon."

Marie sighed. "I wouldn't worry about that. I doubt he'll be talking to you at all, and there won't be any honeymoon, at least none for . . . I-I-I have to run now, Karen. Just go up to your room, and change. I'm sure someone can help you." Without another word she lifted her dress, and with her shoes in the other, started running across the lawn.

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Epilogue:

Don't feel sorry for me. Okay, I screwed up my wedding, was publicly humiliated, and lost the man I loved, and everything that came with his success.

I still had Dave. 

Admittedly, Dave wasn't up to performing for several months after his discussion with Errol. Apparently on the way out of the Inn, he fell down about a hundred flights of stairs. He's still not up to par, but I'm hoping for the best.

We're not married. I'd consider it, if he'd just keep it in his pants. I did agree, once. I wore his ring for almost two months before he brought home a gift that kept on giving. Bastard.

Between the hospital stay, the recovery, and the forced abstinence from my STD, we haven't been having a lot of sex. I'm sure it will get better. 

I figured Errol would get over his little temper, and come crawling back to me. No way he'd find anyone as good as me. He hadn't managed to until our cruise now, had he? 

That bitch Marie had other ideas. I don't know how she finagled it, but she went on that cruise with my husband. And he IS my husband. I don't care what the church says. He said I do. The minister said 'Man and Wife'. So there.

I will admit to being more than a little irritated when I wasn't invited to her wedding. Shit, she had been my maid of honor! She never would have known Errol if not for me. 

Some thanks, huh?

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The Cheating Bride



I nodded enthusiastically. "I missed your taste, and how your hard cock fills my mouth completely," I told him. I pushed his wet dick back into my mouth and let it slide into my throat.

"Do you still think of my when you masturbate?" Dave asked. 

"Mm-hmm," I replied.

"Do you still use that big pink dildo when you fuck yourself?" he asked. I could feel Dave was breathing much harder now.

"Mm-hmm," I replied.

I felt spit collecting at the side of my mouth and it was dripping down my chin. I continued to work his cock in and out of my mouth.

"Does your husband like your blowjobs?" Dave asked.

I froze in place. The realization of what I was doing came crashing down on me. Here I was in my wedding dress on my knees, tits-out, sucking my ex-boyfriend's cock.

I paused for a moment, and then resumed sucking Dave's cock. I decided to let the feeling of cheating add to my excitement.

"Mm-hmm," I answered.

"Ya? I bet he loves your perfect blowjobs." 

"Is his dick as big as mine?" Dave asked.

"Nnn-nnn." I replied shaking my head 'no'.

"Ya, I guess not," Dave said, "You do love a big cock. Do you think of me when he fucks you?"

I only paused for a moment before I answered.

"Mm-hmm," I replied. I could tell Dave loved that answer. He let out a low groan and I squeezed his balls gently.

"GOD that feels SO good!" Dave said through clenched teeth. "I'm gonna come in your mouth, understand? And you're going to swallow every drop."

Before I could answer the door burst open. There stood Marie.

"Oh... my... GOD!" she shouted. I whipped my head around to see her, Dave's fat cock still twitching in my hand.

"Karen, what the FUCK?!" she shouted.

"Quiet!" I hissed! "Close the door and come here."

I jumped to my feet and pulling Dave by the cock I dragged him to the small bed. Maria closed the door and took a few steps towards us.

"You need to stand guard," I explained. As I spoke I hiked my dress up and grabbing my white panties pulled them down to my ankles.

"Jesus, you... you're going to fuck him right now?" Marie said in disbelief.

I climbed on the bed on all fours and flipped my skirt up off my bare ass. Dave wasted no time. It was as if Marie wasn't standing there at all. He parked himself behind me, lined up his stiff cock with my wet opening and with a single push, drove his wide cock into my slick pussy as far as it would go.

"God, YES," I moaned, "Fuck me! Fuck me one last time!"

"Do NOT fuck her, Dave! I'm warning you!" Marie cried. But Dave ignored her. He screwed me slowly at first, then built up to a steady rhythm.

"You love this don't you?" Dave grunted, "You love my big cock inside you, don't you - you dirty little slut."

"YES!" I blurted out, "God, Dave, don't stop! Make it hurt..."

I could hear Marie let out an exasperated sigh. "We don't have time for this!" she said looking at her watch.

Dave released my shoulders and grabbed my bare hips. He switched into "jackrabbit" mode, doubling his speed and filling the small room with the wet sounds of slapping flesh.

I could see Marie dash over to the window and look out. She shook her head. "Fuck," I heard her say. She looked over at me. Dave was in high gear, fucking me hard and fast. He held my hips tight. I heard him let out a little gasp with each stab of his thick cock. I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my face. I hoped my makeup wasn't running too badly.

Marie grabbed a tube of lipstick off the desk and ran over to me. She whipped my veil off my face and dropped to her kneed beside the bed. Dave stopped pumping for a moment as Marie quickly re-applied lipstick to my lips. Lipstick that I had left smudged on Dave's big cock. The moment she was finished Dave resumed pounding me.

"God, that feels so GOOD," I moaned. My voice bounced as I took each of Dave's thrusts. My big hanging tits bounced in every direction.

"You stupid slut," Marie said, "You're going to get caught." I looked up. She was standing beside the bed with her arms folded, shaking her head.

Suddenly I felt Marie's hands on my bare breasts. She was pulling my dress up and sliding each of my wobbling tits back into my lace bra. I felt a zing of pleasure as her hands pressed against my engorged nipples. When she was finished I felt her pulling up my zipper.

"I'm coming... Where do you want it?" Dave grunted.

"NOT ON THE DRESS!" Marie and I cried at once.

"Just dump it in her pussy you fucking idiot! We're late!" Marie exclaimed.

Dave's body went stiff and I heard him groan. I felt his big cock pulse over and over inside me. I pushed my bare ass back against him and squeezed my pussy tight. I could feel his tight ball sac pressing hard against my clit. Dave pumped me three more times quickly. Finally I felt him relax. He loosened his grip on my hips.

"Ok, show's over!" Marie said. As Dave's cock slipped from my pussy, I felt Marie grabbing my hand. She pulled me off the bed. My legs were still shaking as I tried to stand. I felt her pulling my dress back down over my bare ass.

Marie ushered me to the door. She turned to face me and spend another few seconds looking me over. She adjusted my veil, and tugged my dress this way and that.

"You smell like a goddamned whore," she muttered. She opened the door and we flew downstairs. Two minutes later I found myself outside on the lawn marching slowly down the aisle. A hundred people were standing, watching me. As I slowly walked I could fell Dave's warm come running out of my bare pussy and down my legs. I hoped no one would notice. I prayed I wasn't leaving a trail.

I met my fiancé at the end of the isle. He was beaming. "You look beautiful," he said.

As the minister began to speak, I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Dave sitting in the crowd. He was smiling and wiping away his tears...with my panties.



The Cheating Game



My brother and his wife were settling in to their new home. They had been married now for just over a year. Living in a studio apartment was tough for them. They didn't get many visitors, it was so tight in their place. Now they had moved to their freshly built home. It had lots of room. The weekend they moved in I went over to watch a game with him and to check out his new place.

Jimmy was my little brother. He was two years younger than me. He had waited to marry until he was in his thirties. I was married shortly after high school. I married my girlfriend when she got pregnant. We had divorced after ten years. Our daughter was just over sixteen now.

But Jimmy had a fairly new bride. I mean, they married just over a year ago. It was a grand wedding. Our whole family was there, and my ex and our daughter attended too. His wife, Ginger, was in her late twenties. I heard from friends that she had been active in the bar scene. But she seemed to settle down when she and Willy hooked up. They married after just a year of dating.

She was a feisty little thing. Just over five feet tall, with silky blonde hair. Natural too, Jimmy told me. He would know of course. Her breasts were juicy looking and they were fine. She liked to wear tee shirts without a bra. No one complained. Certainly not me. I was always happy to see Ginger. And she seemed to like me. I mean, she always hugged me tightly and gave me a kiss on the lips.

She wore bright red lipstick. So enticing I always thought. But Jimmy seemed happy with her, so the rest of the family was happy for him. Now they had their own home and I was spending the evening. Spending the evening with my brother and his sexy little wife. With the legs that would not fucking quit.

We three were sitting on the over stuffed sofa. He had a large screen TV. Everything was brand new in the house. I knew they were in hock to the gills, but she was happy, or so he told me. And he had a few of his own little toys. Like the television and the package of all the sports networks. Personally I lost interest in sports when I left high school. But I could watch a game now and then.

Anyway, Ginger was sitting between us. She hand her right hand on Jimmy's thigh. I noticed that because I was sitting on her left, and I glanced over, you know, to check out the tits in her tight shirt. She was squeezing his leg but he was interested in the first quarter of the basketball game. Her left hand was by her side. I picked it up with my hand and felt how hot it was. She looked up at me, and smiled.

"I'm going to get us some chips, Jimmy. You have your beer. I expect you want some snacks don't you?"

"Yeah, sure. That's fine, Ginger. Oh, shit! Did you see him miss that simple fucking lay-up? Okay, okay. Get some stuff to eat. Let me watch this now. Bring me another beer too."

"I'll help her, man. Let me know what happens."

I got up and followed Ginger as she walked out and down to the kitchen, down the hall from the den. She was leaning up against the counter as she reached up to open a cabinet. That must be where the chips and snacks were. She had that tight tee shirt on, and her little short skirt too. Man, her legs were choice. I was getting hard just looking.

If you wonder what I was doing you're a little slow. I was checking out my brother's wife. What the hell, I knew hot pussy when I saw it. I'd wanted to test her for months now. She was fucking ripe. I just needed to see how she felt about playing with her brother. Now was a good time. I was hard for her already. I wanted to see if she cared or not.

As she reached up to the cabinet door I moved up behind her. I had one hand on her right hip as I lifted her skirt. She was wearing a thong.

"Now, Jeff. Don't get naughty. Let me get these chips."

"Don't be like that, Ginger."

I slipped her thong away from her ass, and her pussy was there, soft and moist to my touch. I ran a finger up the pussy, with its short and curlys, then lifted the finger up to her lips. She opened her mouth and tasted herself. I was pulling down my sweat pants, and releasing my hard cock.

"Oh, damn, Jeff. Don't do that. Now don't. He's right in there, man. Oh shit."

My mushroom head of a prick was touching her wet slit, and I was slowly easing in. I had both hands on her hips now, and I rammed my cock up into that hot pussy.

"Ah, oh, fuck. Damn you, Jeff. Oh shit. Yeah, fuck. Fuck. Fuck me, yeah, fuck me, oh fuck."

I was grunting now. I wanted this pussy. I was deep into that moistness, and I felt it clenching my prick. She was needing this, I could tell. I fucking needed it too. Yeah, I needed that pussy, and I was taking it. I mean, she didn't fucking object. So I was going to fuck her as much as I could.

"Please, Jeff, please, of fuck, please, deeper. Rough now baby. Rough. Oh shit, fuck that pussy baby."

I keep a tight grip on her hips and fed her all my long cock. I was pumping in and out so fast, and she was pushing back, taking all I had. That little girl loved to fuck. To fuck me, anyway. That was fine pussy. My hands left her hips and moved up to massage those tits. I could feel the hard nipples as I slid up under her tee shirt. Damn, they were nice tits. I wanted to suck them, badly. But I continued fucking her wet slit.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh shit, shit, cumming, cumming. Oh fuck, yeah, fuck me Jeff, fuck me. Cumming."

This was good. A fast cummer. This was good. I liked that. I was humping her as hard as I could. Her whole little body was shaking as I fucked her hard. And she kept crying out that she was cumming. That was good.

I was not ready to cum. I liked to take my time. But I did love a little girl that would cum fast for me. Yes, I did love that. I kept pistoning into that pussy. She was trembling and shaking and finally she almost collapsed. But I caught her. I rammed my prick up into her pussy one last time. I held her from falling and pulled my cock out.

Now I pulled up my sweats and dropped her skirt down. Her thong was running up her ass crack again as she turned around and put her arms up to hold my shoulders. I leaned down to give her a kiss. We grabbed the snacks.

"Oh, he wanted another beer. You better get that, Ginger."

She opened the fridge as I was carrying the bags of snacks down the hall to the den.

"What's the score, dude?"

"Oh, 50 to 46. The Celtics are ahead. Damn, where you been? Where's my beer. Oh, there it is. Gimme, baby."

She gave him the can, took her place in the middle, and I sat beside her. The game continued.

One of her hands was on his thigh now, but the other was holding my hand. And her finger was tracing little tracks in my palm. I knew what she needed. I needed it too. I was not finished for the night. I had a load of spunk I needed to give to someone. I preferred to give it to my sister.

Half-time came, and you would think that break in the action was a good time to resume our play. You would be wrong, of course. My brother was not watching the game now. He was alert to what was happening around him. We were talking about a family reunion set for next year. Ginger was learning the dynamics of her adopted family. Then, finally, the game resumed.

I let it go on for about ten minutes, then I rose and said I had to go to the john. I went down to the bathroom, took a piss, and then passed by the kitchen on my way back to the den. I glanced in, and she was there, of course. Waiting for me. My precious little toy needed more of what I had. She smiled at me as she leaned against the breakfast table.

"You're just what I want right now, Ginger. But you know that. You know it, little girl."

"Maybe. Maybe. I don't know. What do you mean, Jeff?"

I was right in front of her now. I picked her up by the waist, sat her down on the table, and pulled down her panties past her knees and to the floor. I wanted full access to that sticky pussy. My prick sprang up as I pushed my sweats down once more. My arms lifted her legs up and put them on my shoulders. Her legs were spread and that pussy was open for use. My cock slipped right in and her pussy was clenching as I slowly slid in. It was moist the way it always seemed to be, for me.

Now I began fucking her the way I really wanted to. I wanted to cum in that pussy. So I was ramming her hard and she was moaning into my ear as I held her close with her legs up on my shoulders, pressed down against her, jamming her pussy with my long prick.

"God, Jeff, so big, so big. Oh shit, I need this, need it, need it. Fuck, fuck, fuck me Jeff. Oh damn, fuck me."

I was grinning and grimacing and feeding all of my cock into that pussy. My brother's pussy, but it was mine now. Yes, my pussy now. Grunting and fucking that sticky slit. Fucking her and fucking her. Oh, god, she was so fucking hot. So hot.

"HEY, GINGER, WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BEER?"

Faster and faster. Ramming it into that pussy. Oh, god. I wanted to cum. I was going to cum. I was fucking cumming. Yes, cumming.

"Yeah, take it, baby, take it, take it. Oh fuck. Cumming. Cumming now. Oh fuck, yeah fuck."

"Ohhhhhh...Jeff...baby, fuck. Fuck. Oh god. Oh god. Oh fuck. Yes, yes. Oh shit, cumming."

Now I was giving her my spunk. Now she was getting what she needed. I knew that now. She needed my cum. She needed a good, hard, rough fuck. She did. I gave it to her. I gave her what she needed. Oh shit, such good, fucking pussy.

"Ahhhhh, oh, shit, I feel it, feel it, cumming in me, you fucker, you fucker, oh shit. Oh god...OKAY BABY. OKAY BABY. COMING."

"I jerked my cock out of her pussy. She was up on the table, and her pussy was dripping my sperm out. I grabbed a hand towel from beside the sink, and I gave it to her. She began wiping up the mess leaking from her slit. I lifted her up by her waist again, and sat her down on the floor. She looked up and licked my cock for me. What a good girl she was.

Now she rose up, and I leaned down to give her a kiss. I tasted my own cum on her lips. I didn't mind. My tongue was in her mouth. We broke up after a minute or so. My brother needed his beer. We adjusted our clothes and she grabbed a beer for Jimmy. I took one for myself. I would need it to finish watching the game.



The Cheating Game 01



Anne: Life is hard for a single mother but it gets harder when you have a daughter who is seventeen and dating, especially when you are not. I stopped dating when Kristy's father left me ten years ago. Most people who know me think I am a prude or gay because I never date. How little do they know me! I am very heterosexual and I have all of the urges that any other-red blooded female has, plus a few that most don't have. I don't date because I have put that part of my life off until my daughter is grown. My job as a nurse keeps me busy when I am not concentrating on raising a daughter. I take care of my urges through masturbation and porn. I am a voyeur. What gets me off the most is watching others have sex. I also love to be watched. I have even visited a sex club on occasion and masturbated in front of a room full of people while on vacation. Best sex I ever had. 

I was walking through the local mall with my daughter and I noticed a man leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets watching the crowd. He was an attractive man, six foot tall with dark wavy hair and he looked fit. He was about my age, maybe a few years older and so I added a bit more sway than was absolutely necessary in my walk, hoping he was still looking. It occurred to me that maybe it was time to think about getting back into the dating pool. I had no idea how deep the water would be with this particular man.

We ran into Kristy's friend Beth and we split up, no daughter would pick shopping with Mom over her best friend so I went off on my own telling her to be home in two hours. I only had a few more things to pick up and with my daughter gone my mind wandered back to the handsome stranger. I wondered if he was still around and if I might run into him before I left. Two stores later and loaded down with shopping bags I literally ran into him. He was stopped and looking in a window at a display of cameras. I apologized and turned beet red.

"I'll forgive you if you have lunch with me."

I saw the wedding ring and coldly told him I don't date married men.

"It's not a date although it may look like one," he said, "I just want to talk to you. I may have a proposal that might appeal to you and you'll get to hear an interesting tale."

"And if someone you know sees us together won't they tell your wife if it looks like a date?"

"All the better, I can explain over lunch if you're curious." and he smiled an enigmatic smile. 

My curiosity got the better of me. I said yes.

Phil:I sat across from this intoxicating woman wondering what had come over me. She was about 5' 7" tall with beautiful long red hair and curvy all over, especially that round ass. It was, after all, what I had noticed first about her. Looking into her deep green eyes I felt drawn to her in a way I couldn't explain. I had been playing my "cheating game" for years and I had never felt this kind of attraction for any of the women I came in contact with, escort or otherwise. I had a few lap dances and some of the escorts had stripped for me in hotel rooms to give me "spank bank" material but I had never touched them or wanted to get to know them. But this woman...she had captivated my imagination. I found myself telling her things I had never told a soul before.

My wife Elaine is cheating on me again. It has been almost two years since the last affair. I had started to think that maybe, just maybe, she was done. That she would be faithful, finally. Wishful thinking I suppose. I know she loves me. I doubt she would ever consider leaving me. It's just that she has needs. Needs I am unable to fulfill. So I do the next best thing, I let her find that fulfillment elsewhere. It tears me up inside but there really is no choice for me. Have you heard that country song Just to See Her Smile? Well, that's me. Maybe I'm a wimp but I love her enough to do anything to make her happy, give her anything she needs. 

We met in college. I was pursuing a business degree and she was studying economics on a diving scholarship. A friend of mine was dating her roommate who was also on the diving team and talked me into going to a swim meet with him at a school two hours away. When they walked out of the locker room to meet us I was stunned. At 5'10"Elaine stood almost as tall as I did, something I wasn't used to. She had short cut black hair and a pale complexion. I was smitten. We all drove back together and while the roommate and my friend made out in the back seat we talked. She was smart, funny and had a beautiful smile, not to mention a lean athletic body. She liked to play with her hair when she talked and I almost ran off the road twice because I kept staring at her. When we got back to our school to drop them off I asked her out on a date and got a firm no. She explained that she liked me plenty but that she didn't have time to date anyone at the moment due to studies and her diving. I figured she was blowing me off and I was very disappointed but I respected her work ethic and told her so. 

I lost track of her when my friend broke up with her roommate and didn't see her for a few months but one day the next semester I ran into her waitressing at a local diner and asked her out again. This time she said yes. It seemed she had had an injury that, while not terribly serious, was enough to ruin her chances of being a competitive diver so she was working to pay for school now that she no longer had her scholarship. My family had always had money so her struggles to pay for school showed me just how important her education was to her. Once again I was impressed and told her so. We dated until we graduated but once she found out my family's net worth she was adamant that she pay her own way. I think she was afraid my parents would think she was a gold digger. Most of our dates were Dutch. My parents thought it was silly and they loved her but she insisted. 

A year after college we got married. The wedding was a modest affair but only because that was the wedding she chose. I bought her a house when she fell in love with it after driving by on a random errand and seeing a For Sale sign in the yard. We could afford bigger and better, but this is the one she loved so that's where we lived. That was the pattern of our lives together. If she wanted something, a necklace in a shop window, a new car, whatever, she would mention it, and if we could afford it, she would get it. I started an investment firm right out of college with a loan from my father and it took off. 

Once we realized that she didn't need to work we decided that she would quit and we would start a family. It turned out that she was unable to have children so she started volunteer work and focused on taking care of me and the house. We had a great relationship and were always smiling or laughing together. Some of our best talks were while working out together in our home gym. She would surprise me with lunch dates or notes in my suit pocket; I would surprise her with weekend trips all over the country to hike mountains or swim in the ocean. I had never felt so loved, she was my soul mate. We spent most of our time together but never crowded each other. We both believed that in addition to our lives together we both needed "me time" so we both had hobbies that occasioned us spending time away from each other. Mine were work and Golf. Hers were coaching young divers and volunteer work with her sister Susan. We had a good life and good friends, everything seemed perfect. 

About three years into our marriage I began to think she was cheating on me. She started to get distant, spent less time at home and seemed to snap at me for no good reason. She was never a great liar and she knew it, so she started avoiding questions to avoid an attempt to lie. I hired a private investigator to find out the truth. 

A week before a work trip to New York I met with the private investigator I had hired. He gave me the evidence. He had videos and pictures. I thanked him, paid him, and went home to review the tapes knowing that she wouldn't be home for hours. With my heart breaking I watched the first video. It showed my wife drive up to a cheap motel and go to room 204. The door was opened by a naked man and she went inside. The tape cut to a view through partially closed curtains but it was clear enough. My wife riding what looked to be a huge cock. She screamed her way through four orgasms before he came. She got dressed and the tape cut again to her leaving the room. I felt like I was dying. The next tape was better quality. The P.I. had obviously put a hidden camera in the room in advance of their next tryst. I was treated to a repeat of the previous scene but there were things I hadn't noticed before. She was acting very clinical, except for during the sex of course. When he tried to kiss her she pulled away from him.

"I was clear in my ad on the dating site. I am here to be fucked by your big cock. That's all I want. No kissing, I only kiss my husband, the man I love. No blowjobs, I don't like to do it at all and my husband only occasionally gets one. The same goes for my ass. If you aren't happy with a quick fuck and an open pussy I am outta here." 

He seemed surprised but didn't want to pass on sex with a blazing hot woman so he just turned her around, bent her over and slammed in. She grunted and groaned through three orgasms this time before dressing and leaving. The tape shut off leaving me with more questions than answers. 

If she loved me than why was she cheating? Just to have a big cock for a change? I was average sized, maybe a bit bigger than average actually. I'm no porn star but maybe that's what she wanted. The third tape ruined that idea. He was a different man and smaller than I was. She only came once and only by playing with her clit after he came but before he pulled out and threw away the condom. She thanked him for a good time and left, leaving him looking rather sad and forlorn. 

I didn't find out why she was cheating on me until I bugged her phone. I managed to avoid her most of the week and then I was off to New York on business. After a day of meetings with nervous investors I went back to my hotel room and replayed her cell phone conversations. Most were uneventful but finally she talked to her sister and I got the whole story.

Elaine: I think he knows. He has been distant and won't look me in the eye.

Susan: I told you not to do it. 

E: What do I do? I can't lose him. I love him so much.

S: Not to say I told you so but...

E: Knock it off. That's not going to help.

S: Why? For God's sake why? He is a good man and he loves you. I thought you got the slutting out of your system in college. You fucked most of the campus. 

E: I thought I could give it up. I really did. But I need the anonymous sex. The no strings fucking. Being treated like a slut. It's a side of me I can't change. He treats me like a queen. We make love and it is phenomenal but we only make love. Sometimes I just need to be fucked like an animal.

S: What will you do?

E: I just don't know. I wish...

S: What?

E: I wish he would have an affair. Just sex, you know? I would hate if he fell in love with someone else. It would kill me, but I wish he was wired differently. It would be easier if we had an open marriage or if he just fucked someone else and confessed I could tell him "It's just sex. I love you. Humans are weak. If you still love me I'll never leave you." Then I wouldn't feel so damn guilty. It's tearing me up inside but I know I can't quit. 

S: Why not?

E: I don't know. It's like an addiction. I can only hold out so long and I need a fix. A new cock. That's why I never had relationships. I knew I would cheat. I really love him and I thought I could change but I just can't. I'm going to go to bed and pray he doesn't know. Pray that I don't lose him. I don't deserve him but I don't want to let him go.

There was a sob as she hung up.

I was in turmoil. I had wanted so badly to know why and now that I did I was going to have to figure out what to do. I loved her and she loved me. I remember our wedding vows, to love each other forever and to never give up on each other through good times and bad. Would I leave her for smoking? Or drugs? If she got a disease? Hell no! Did I love her enough to forgive her, not just for this, but for future affairs? After a lot of thought I realized that I did. And then I knew what I had to do. She needed the sex but the guilt was destroying her and our marriage, our closeness. She needed her affairs but she needed me to have them too. So I devised a plan.

I arrived home from my trip in a somber mood. I waited until bedtime and then told my wife those dreaded words. "We need to talk." 

For the first time ever I lied to my wife. I told her a tale of a drunken night with the clients at a strip club. That I had been so drunk I paid a dancer for a blowjob. That I felt like I had betrayed her and I would understand if she hated me. I would understand if she wanted to leave me. Then I sat back and waited, hoping against hope that my plan would work. That I had given her what she needed. That she would jump at the chance and that I hadn't misjudged her response. I was telling a lie, but the hurt I felt was real and so were the tears. After what seemed an eternity she spoke.

"Look at me". 

When I looked up she had tears in her eyes as well. 

"Do you still love me?" 

When I said yes she beagn to speak.

"It was just sex. It doesn't mean you don't love me and it doesn't mean I don't love you. It doesn't mean I want a divorce. I can even understand you getting something I almost never do for you. Come to bed honey."

When I climbed into bed she attacked me. She started by sucking my cock like she was on a mission and swallowed my cum, which was a first for her. Then she kissed me hard and went after my cock again, sucking it hard before climbing on and riding me. Having just cum I was able to hold out for a long time and each time she came she kissed me and told me how much she loved me. That she would never leave me. I finally finished after her third orgasm looking deep into her eyes and showing her all the love I had for her before drifting off to sleep. 

That's how our marriage has been for the last sixteen years. The cycle goes like this. She cheats, has her fun, starts feeling guilty, and then finds out that I cheated somehow. We have awesome make up sex and it is never mentioned out loud but we both know what's going on. The truth is I have never cheated on her. I have actually turned it into a game all the ways I "inadvertently" let her know I have been unfaithful. A strip club receipt or a local hotel receipt will fall out of a pocket for her to find. A friend of hers will see me on a dinner date. Escorts are very helpful and will gladly let you pay them for a date that doesn't include sex. I even paid one to make a scene at the office one day knowing it would get back to her. 

At first I used her bugged phone and her computer to keep track of her affairs but the cycle is so consistent that I now just go by her moods and actions. When she starts being distant or bitchy I know what is wrong and how to fix it. So I do.



The Cheating Game 02



Anne: To say I was stunned was an understatement. I could not fathom that kind of love for a woman who cheated on him, not to mention why he went through such an elaborate scheme to get her to think that he cheated. Hell, he could have. She wanted him to. I could not help but feel an intense attraction for this man. Why couldn't I have found a man like this instead of an asshole who left me to raise a child on my own? 

I hated his wife more than I had ever hated anyone, including my ex, and I had never even met her. I could tell this was something that hurt him deeply despite the almost joking way he told me his story. His hazel eyes had sparkled when we met and when he talked about his early relationship with his wife but at the cheating part of the story the sparkle went out. I didn't know what this man wanted from me but in that moment I was ready to do anything for him that he asked. 

That's when he gave me his proposal. He wanted to "date" me a few times until someone "caught" us together. I would get a free meal or three and some pleasant company while he played his cheating game. Sensing an opportunity to satisfy some of my own urges I asked him how far he would go with a woman and not consider it actually cheating on his wife, something I had realized he was unwilling to do. Would he be naked with her, no touching? Would he watch her masturbate or masturbate in front of her? I explained that I was a single mother who was not interested in dating until my daughter turned eighteen but still a woman with needs, and I explained that I was a voyeur. 

"As long as there is no physical contact I could. I've got to be honest, I find you insanely attractive and I wouldn't mind seeing more of you" he replied, "Hell, I wouldn't mind seeing all of you. Is tomorrow night good for you?" 

His grin was infectious. I found myself smiling back at him and said yes. Then I gave him my number and told him to text me with the hotel details. With a smile on my face I headed home.

When I told my daughter I had a date tomorrow she told me that it was about time I dated someone. That night I must have cum five times as I masturbated over and over again thinking about our date. The next day I waited anxiously for his text and when I got it rushed to the hotel to meet him. I was so wet I was afraid it would look like I pissed my pants. He met me at the door to his room and as soon as he let me in I said "Let's do this you sexy hunk." 

With a smile I started to strip and after a moment he grinned and took off his clothes as well. I leaned back on the bed and started playing with my pussy with my right hand while pinching my nipples with my left. I was on fire and I could tell by the way he was drinking in the sight of me as he stroked his cock that he was turned on too. My fingers were a blur as I watched him. He looked better without his clothes than with them. He was built without being overly muscular, hairy without looking like a bear rug, and had big strong hands stroking a nice sized cock. His eyes devoured me as I jammed three fingers in my cunt and ached to have his hands on me. My first orgasm surprised me how fast it came and how hard it was. My eyes clenched shut and I arched my back trying not to scream as the feeling overwhelmed me. When I looked up he was slumped in the chair opposite the bed, he had cum already. I had missed it! 

"No fair" I said but he just grinned. 

"It was your fault!" he said through heavy breaths, "How was I supposed to hold out while watching you cum like that? You blew my mind." 

We had a drink to calm down and we talked a little more before going again. This time I held off cumming until I got to see him ejaculate all over his chest and stomach which sent me over the edge again. We made plans to go out to dinner and have a repeat masturbation session afterwards one night next week. Then it was time to shower, separately, and go home; me to my daughter and him to his wife. It wasn't till the ride home that I realized that I had better be careful. I could really fall hard for this married man.

Phil: Driving home I was astonished at what we had just done. I had never thought about watching a woman masturbate, much less doing it myself in front of one. What was it about this fiery haired woman that fascinated me so? I found myself looking forward to our next date. This was very different from anything I had done in the past no matter how many "dates" I had been on. I found myself humming a happy tune and when I got home it didn't bother me as much as usual that Elaine was being bitchy. We did not make love that night but I was in a consistently good mood. When we finally did make love two days later she still seemed distant. 

Anne and I had dinner and our version of sex once a week for the next month. I found myself thinking about her at the oddest times and we texted constantly whenever I was alone. It was on our next date that I realized just what I had been doing. When we were leaving the hotel restaurant to head upstairs I kissed her. We both froze for a second and with my head spinning I pulled away. What was I doing? Oh my God! I was falling for this woman. This wasn't pretend dating. It was dating. I hadn't even thought about how to let my wife find out because I didn't want her to find out. I didn't want to stop. Anne must have seen the horror on my face because suddenly she looked very sad.

"Just dinner tonight then? I was afraid this would happen. It was too good to be true."

She then turned and walked out to her car. I don't even remember driving home. I called Anne and told her we had to stop seeing each other. I apologized for letting things go that far and that I didn't think I had the willpower to see her again without falling for her and that it would destroy my marriage. I just couldn't be casual with her without wanting more. I could tell she was hurt but she said she understood. I cried when I hung up. I still loved my wife but I had very strong feelings for Anne. I was feeling terrible guilt for what I had done to Anne, because she obviously had feelings for me as well, but also for how I had treated Elaine. I had done something I had never thought possible. Something that in its own way was worse than what Elaine had done to me. She had been sharing her body but I had been sharing my heart. I didn't know what to do but it turned out that I didn't have to do anything. Elaine did it.



The Cheating Game 03



Elaine: I grew up in a home without much affection or supervision. My birth was a surprise for my parents who had just shipped my sister off to college and thought that they could finally relax. I suppose I acted out and partied to get attention but they were just tired and left me alone. My friends weren't the best influence either. I started having sex at fourteen and liked the attention I got from it. 

In high school I was the slut. I changed boyfriends more than most girls changed their shoes. The only thing that got me into college was my diving. Once I got to college I stopped all the partying and worked hard on my grades but I was still the slut. I didn't want boyfriends, just a quick fuck. 

That all changed when I met Phil. He came to a swim meet with his friend who was dating my roommate. We rode back to school together and talked the whole way. He was the first guy I ever interacted with who didn't try to get into my pants almost immediately. I guess he hadn't heard of my reputation. He said things that made me laugh and things that made me think. It was the longest conversation with a guy I had ever had. For the first time in my life I was really impressed by a man. As he was being his charming self I actually imagined for a minute what it would be like to have an actual boyfriend instead of a fuck-buddy but quickly realized that I was being foolish. I was way too busy with diving and school to invest time in a guy, no matter how cute and charming. Fuck-buddies were easier and didn't interfere with my plans. I also figured he would ask around about me and find out how easy I was and decide not to bother so when he asked me out I turned him down.

A few months later I got hurt, lost my diving scholarship and had to get a job to pay for school. One day he came into the diner where I worked and asked me out again. This time I said yes before I had a chance to over-think it. There was a pretty good chance he had heard about my reputation and wanted to score but I took a chance. We went out on a few dates and he didn't make a move at all! He just gave me a quick kiss goodnight. After our third date I had to make a booty call just to get laid. What was wrong with this guy? 

On our fourth date though, wow. We went back to his place after dinner and he rocked my world. I had fucked thirty or so guys but I had never had a man make love to me. He started slowly taking my clothes off and kissing every inch of my body. When he laid me on his bed instead of climbing on he took me to the brink of orgasm again and again with his fingers and tongue until I was panting and begging him to fuck me. When he finally entered me he gazed into my eyes and for the first time I truly felt special and loved. My orgasm was life changing. I knew this was the man I wanted to marry and have babies with, something I had never really considered before. 

Letting all my buddies know I was off the market wasn't easy but I was hooked on Phil and stayed faithful which was another first for me. When I found out his parents were rich I was determined that they wouldn't think I was after his money. I set out to be the best girlfriend a guy ever had. Before long I was being the best fiancée ever and then the best wife. I truly loved my man. We had so much fun together no matter what we were doing, finished each other sentences, laughed at the same jokes, enjoyed working out and made love every day. 

Then things changed. His business grew and we decided I would quit work and start a family. I was so excited to be a Mom and was determined to make sure my children always knew how much I loved them but we received devastating news. I was infertile. This destroyed me. All of a sudden I felt like I was useless and less of a woman. Everywhere I went I saw mothers with their children and I began hating myself. I was useless. What man would want a worthless woman who couldn't even give her man a child? I started to worry that Phil would leave me for a real woman who could give him what I couldn't. 

Then it happened. I ran into a guy I used to hook up with at college. He either didn't see my rings or didn't care but he was a man that wanted me. It took him all of five minutes to convince me to fuck him in a motel. This was something I was good at, cheap easy mindless sex. I remembered what it was like to know I could have any man in my bed. They all wanted to fuck me and I guess I figured that it was all I was good for now.

I put an ad on a swinger's site looking for random sex partners and the replies rolled in. My self-worth skyrocketed at first and I started pulling away from Phil and resenting him because I was sure he wouldn't want me anymore. It wasn't until I saw him looking at me with sadness in his eyes whenever I came home that I realized what I was risking. I had a great marriage with the best husband a woman could ask for and I was throwing him away, but I was also hooked on the rush of sex with strangers. The power I had over them, they wanted me so much they would do anything I said for a chance to fuck me. I decided that I wouldn't give up the sex games but that I would limit them to every so often when the urge got too great. After all, it was just sex. It had nothing to do with love. My husband got all of my love. 

About a week before he was going out of town for business he came home and it seemed like he was ignoring me. This was unusual to say the least so I tried all week to get him to open up but he didn't seem interested. He didn't even want to make love. That's when I knew that he must have found out. He left the next day and I called my sister in a panic. She wasn't much help. I thought that maybe I could convince him that sex was just sex, maybe try an open marriage or something. It's not like I would mind if he got some pussy on the side, as long as he loved only me. I was getting desperate. 

When he came home though, it was if my hopes came true. He had cheated while in New York, had gotten blown by some stripper. I could tell he was upset and feeling like he had betrayed me. He looked so sad there that it broke my heart so I comforted him. Told him I loved him and then sucked his dick like I was a contestant in the world's best blowjob competition. Then I fucked his brains out and told him how very much I loved him. Life was good. I had my affairs and he had his. We still had so much fun together and a marriage that was the envy of all of our friends.

Two years ago a friend of mine got caught cheating and her husband divorced her. It really was a wake-up call for me so I started going to therapy. Months of therapy helped me to understand how risky my behavior was and that my self-worth had nothing to do with whether I could have children or who wanted to fuck me. That it came from the type of person I was, the life I had built with my husband. I threw myself into a renewal of my marriage and resolved to never cheat again. Phil and I were making love again as often as we did when we were first married. Of course, mistakes can always come back to haunt you. 

Some guy I fucked years ago recognized me on the street and wanted to hook up again. He wasn't interested in hearing that I didn't do that anymore and got very belligerent. It took a strangers intervention to keep it from getting violent. My depression resurfaced and I started therapy again. 

Then I started noticing that Phil was acting funny. It almost seemed like he was hiding something from me. Had he found someone else? Not just some hook-up, someone he would leave me for? I checked his phone and he had been texting some woman named Anne. He had been texting her a lot. This was different than he had ever acted before. So I followed him. 

He was meeting her at a hotel for dinner and then they went upstairs together. The hypocrisy was not lost on me. Here I was following my husband and upset about an affair when I had fucked countless guys. But this felt different and I was worried. He met her the next week and I saw them kissing after dinner. My heart was breaking and I guess my intellect and reason went right out the window. I followed her home to confront her, to tell her to stay away from my husband and that I would fight to keep him. 

As I walked towards the door a young girl came out with a friend complaining that her mom had come back from her date early and ruined their plans to invite boys over. As they walked away it hit me. She was a mother. She could give him children and I couldn't. Was this his child? How long had he been seeing her? I knocked on the door in a rage.

Anne: I was devastated. I had fallen hard for Phil and when he kissed me I thought I would melt on the spot but then he pulled away and I saw the horror on his face. He called to tell me goodbye. He was falling for me as well and thought he was betraying his wife, that cheating slut. It was supposed to be casual but a man like Phil is never casual. I knew I had lost him. He had too much honor to continue to see me. My head was spinning so when I got home I sent Kristy out with her friend Beth and sat down to think. 

Then someone knocked on the door. When I opened it, although I had never seen her, I realized who it had to be. The whore who was married to the man I was in love with. She started screaming at me to stay away from her husband and who did I think I was trying to break up her marriage. I just lost it. I was an emotional wreck already and this undeserving whore was accusing me? I started yelling back. 

"He deserves someone better than a wife that has been fucking around on him for his whole marriage. He loves you and you break his heart every time you fuck around. He has known all along and keeps forgiving you. A slut like you doesn't deserve a good honorable man like him." 

She laughed in my face. "He has affairs too. He always has. I didn't care if he fooled around every once in a while but he has started acting like he has someone new in his life for the first time ever. I am not going to lose my husband to you. I can fuck him better than you ever will and I love him. I'll never let him go." 

My temper was now out of control and I spoke without considering the trust he had placed in me. "He has NEVER cheated on you; you stupid whore. It was all an act. It always has been. He overheard you telling your sister what you wanted and he gave it to you. He does it so that you won't feel guilty for fucking every dick you come across. You break his heart and he not only covers for you but lets you get away guilt free. You'll never deserve a man like him. I love him and I'll never have him because of you. I could make him happy and I would never cheat on him but he loves the slut who betrays him every chance she gets. We've never fucked. He won't even touch me because of you. He felt guilty for a kiss when you spread your legs all over town." 

The enormity of what I had just done washed over me and I clasped my hands over my mouth. I don't know which one of us was more shocked, me for ruining a secret he had kept for almost twenty years or she for what that secret had been. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. 



The Cheating Game 04



Elaine: "Can I come in and sit down with you? We need to talk."

I was stunned at what this woman had told me. I wanted to rage and laugh in her face again, tell her it wasn't true. That he had lied to her. But the memories were flooding back. That trip to New York when I was so worried that he had found out and was leaving me. He had found out, he just loved me enough to forgive me. He even lied to make me feel better. What had I done?

I turned to Anne and said "First things first. Your daughter and her friend are making plans to hook up with some boys tonight. I overheard them talking about it when they were leaving." She made a quick call to Beth's mother to thwart those plans and had her daughter Kristy stay at Beth's house for the night. 

When she walked back in to the living room she was carrying a bottle of rum and two glasses. She poured us both a drink and I asked her if she loved Phil. She nodded. I asked her if he loved her and she hung her head. 

"I don't know. He has never said anything but when we kissed...I could feel it. But he loves you. He almost ran from me after that kiss. I could tell that he felt as though he had betrayed you. The pain in his eyes...it broke my heart to see him in pain like that." 

So I told her the story of how we met and our life together. Why I cheated again and again. My therapy and what I had learned about myself. That I had been faithful for the last two years and that I would never cheat on him again. I said what confused me most was, if he only pretended to cheat when he knew I was having an affair, why he had started up with her. I had been faithful. 

Her explanation was simple. Phil went by my moods. If I had been withdrawn or distant he assumed it was guilt and manufactured an affair for me to find out about so we could make up. It hit me. I had been depressed after meeting an old hook-up who wouldn't take no for an answer after I had thought it was all behind me. That's why he had done this. We polished off half the bottle together as we talked. I realized that Phil had loved me enough to share me for almost twenty years. So I knew what I had to do.

Phil: Several hours later I was still on the couch with my head down. My thoughts were spinning out of control. I heard Elaine pull up into the driveway and I knew I had to talk to her. I didn't know what to say but I was going to try. She walked in and I looked up. Oh my God. Both of them were standing there. I opened my mouth but Elaine cut me off.

"Don't say anything. We have some questions for you. Just answer them so we can decide what to do about this mess."

I couldn't tell by either of their expressions what they were thinking. They were both looking so serious. Anne asked me if I loved her. I hung my head and said "I think I do. Meeting you was the most wonderful thing that has happened to me since I met Elaine. I love your laugh, your smile, the way you look at me, and the way I feel when I look at you. I never meant for it to happen and I am sorry I've hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you." 

Then Elaine asked me if I still loved her. When I looked up at her I could see the fear in her eyes, waiting for my answer. "I have loved you since I met you. We have built a life together and I couldn't imagine a day without you by my side. You are my other half. I am incomplete when you aren't here. I don't know what to do. Confused isn't enough of a word to describe me right now. I didn't know it was even possible to love two women at the same time." Her next words shocked me.

"It's a wife's duty to give her husband what he needs. I know what you need Phil. You shared me for most of my marriage because it was what I needed. Now it's my turn." 

She said you have two women that love you. One has shared your bed. The other deserves a turn. She and Anne each took a hand and led me to our bedroom. Then she let go and turned me to Anne. 

"Love her like you love me. Show her what she means to you." 

And she sat down in the chair facing the bed. When I looked at her questioningly she giggled. 

"I heard she likes to be watched. I want to see this." 

My head was still reeling but everything came into focus when I looked at Anne. She was slowly undressing. I stopped her and said "Let me." I took off her blouse kissing every inch of flesh as it was uncovered. Each breast was my playground as I kissed and nibbled her in all the spots I had wanted to touch since that first night in the hotel. Her eyes were on fire and my passion was building, I even forgot that Elaine was watching. When I took off her pants I laid her on the bed and kissed my way from her feet up to the nirvana between her legs. She was panting now and I could smell her arousal. When I licked her outer lips she shuddered and when I playfully swiped my tongue across her engorged clit she hissed. I didn't just eat her pussy. I made love to it. Taking my time, building her up and letting her cool off again and again. She was thrashing on the bed and finally grabbed my hair and pulled my head up.

"If you don't put your cock in me soon I am going to rip it off and fuck myself with it." 

The hunger in her eyes was unmistakable. I tore off my clothes and mounted her, sliding my cock between her lips and brushing her clit with each movement. She was dripping wet with my saliva and her need so I pushed in all the way in one stroke. We both groaned as I hit bottom. I started stroking her gently but picking up speed as I went. Looking into her eyes I moved faster and faster. Driving into her velvety walls and feeling my pleasure build to the breaking point. Each of our desires fed the others making us move together in unison until finally we climaxed together. We collapsed on the bed, locked together and breathing hard. I said "You were amazing!" As we lay there recovering I remembered my wife and looked over at her just now noticing that she was naked and looked very aroused. 

She smiled at me and said,"That was beautiful." 

She walked over to the bed, took Anne's hand for a moment and then kissed me with a passion she seldom displayed. I felt my dick start to respond and I pulled her into the bed with us. I could feel Anne's full breasts on my back as she kissed the back of my neck and whispered to me.

"Show her she hasn't lost you. Love her."

She got up and walked over to the chair and she smiled. 

"I like to watch almost as much as I like to be watched," she said as one hand dipped to her swollen pussy and the other pinched her right nipple. With an almost feral voice she said, "Fuck her good." 

Anne:He was even better than I had imagined. His eyes pierced my soul as his dick pierced my pussy. I was in love and in lust as he moved in and out of me; driving me crazy with need until we exploded together. 

When I moved over to the chair I couldn't help playing with myself and pinching my nipples as I watched his muscular body entwine with hers. Her lean athletic physique was the perfect counter to his body. Watching two very attractive people make love had me charged up in no time. They fucked slowly, looking into each other's eyes as their passion built to a crescendo. I brought myself to climax again as I watched them love each other. When they were done I started wondering whether I should leave but Elaine beckoned me to the bed. I climbed in and the three of us drifted off to sleep spooning.

One year later:

Phil:The new house was much bigger than the old one. It had to be. We needed the room. There was no way we could fit me, Elaine, Anne, Anne's daughter Kristy, and a baby nursery in the modest house I had lived in for twenty years. Kristy had taken the arrangement better than any of us expected. The flexibility of youth I suppose. She was starting college in the fall but knew she would have a home here as long as she wanted. 

It hadn't taken Anne and Elaine long to become fast friends. They were the ones who decided that we would all live together and picked out the house. I was worried that there might be problems getting along but arguments get resolved fairly easily when there is a third party to mediate and all the participants love each other. It also helps when you have two women who love you and have no problem joining forces to bully you into giving up bone headed ideas. I call them both my wives and they both refer to me as their husband. It's not legal but we did have a beautiful ceremony in which Anne formally joined our union. 

We have a master bedroom that I sleep in every night and each of my wives had their own bedroom as well. My wives don't have sex with each other, they are strictly heterosexual, but while they take turns spending the night in the master bedroom with me, whenever I am intimate with one of them, the other is usually there to watch and we often sleep three in a bed. We aren't a typical family or a perfect one but there is a lot of love and laughter in our home. My friends are firmly divided between the "You're the luckiest man in the world." camp and the "You have got to be insane to have two wives." camp. I know which camp I sit in. It took our female friends longer to accept the way we lived, a few never did, but seeing how the three of us treat each other won most of them over. 

Looking out over the back yard party from the deck where I was manning the grill, I could see my wife talking with some of our friends near the pool where Kristy and her boyfriend were swimming with Beth and hers. Anne walked up and put her arms around me and gave me a kiss as I rubbed her belly and felt my son give a kick.

"Don't you distract him again," Elaine called out laughing. "He'll burn everything and we'll have to order pizza again." 

"That only happened once" I yelled back, "and it wasn't my fault." I said as I gave Anne a fake glare. She laughed and punched my arm.

"Dinner is served everyone" she called out as we took the burgers off the grill. Elaine brought me a new beer and gave me a kiss as we all crowded around the deck table and started getting plates of food. I am a lucky man.



The Cheating Game Ch. 01



Jane sat before the mirror, applying lipstick to her rosy lips. Her fiancé Paul watched her thoughtfully.

"Why do you need all that, just to see your sisters?" He asked.

"Paul, you know what Emily and Lynn are like, they'd jump on me if they saw the slightest imperfection!"

Paul shook his head. He loved Jane but he would never understand her relationship with her sisters. The Clark sisters seemed to bring out the worst in Jane. He disliked how they inflamed her competitive streak. Once, they had dared her to dye her hair the colours of the flag. She'd done it, knowing full well that she'd lose her job for contravening the prohibition on 'unnatural hair colorants'! She was the brain in the family, but even she could lose all perspective where they were concerned.

Actually Emily wasn't too bad and Paul was usually able to get along with her. Unfairly God had neither blessed her with looks or brains. The combination meant that she was vain, insecure and apt to follow either of her sisters' crazy plans.

Lynn was the one he disliked. She knew she was the hot one. Jane, the youngest sister, was classically beautiful but Lynn, even at 35, always looked as if she could have just come in from nude modelling at the beach or something. She had come tops in the height and breast department too. In Paul's opinion, she dressed like a tramp. She ran her own business and was very successful too. He had heard somewhere that some business people often tested with mild symptoms of psychopathology and he could believe it of Lynn. Her determination and drive were scary and there was a hard look in her eyes sometimes, like no one else existed.

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When Jane got to the house she found Emily trying to console a tearful Lynn.

"What's the matter?" Jane asked Emily, after Lynn had been unable to answer her due to the floods of tears.

"Graeme is cheating on her, she thinks." Emily replied quietly.

"I think he's been having an affair since he found out he was sterile. All the heat's gone from my marriage and I can't do anything about it." Lynn sputtered between sobs.

"She's not going to ask Graeme about it. She's too scared what his answer will be!" Added Emily.

"Paul would never be unfaithful to me." Jane added, a trace of smugness in her voice.

Well, thought Lynn, if you can't count on family for support, who can you count on? She stopped crying at once and fixed a steely gaze on her sisters.

"Time for liquor I think!"

After a short while, and several shots later Lynn leant over to Jane,

"What do you mean that Paul would never be unfaithful?"

"Me and Paul tell each other everything right? I think I shocked him when I told him I'd cheated on Brad Carmichael, remember him?"

The sisters nodded; casting their minds back to the pimply teenager Jane had dated.

"I was a bit puzzled by how upset Paul was. He only settled down when I told him I was 16 and I'd never done anything like that since." Jane continued,

"Well then he told me that his father had cheated on his mum, left her for another woman and broke her heart. He swore at the age of fifteen that he would never be the type of man that let his penis rule his heart. He's never cheated on a single girlfriend."

"Jane, do you have to say penis? It's so middle-class respectable." Complained Lynn, "what about Simon, Emily?"

"Oh, I don't know. Ummm possibly..."

"Possibly? God Emily" Jane muttered. 

"Well! Come on, you know Simon. I doubt he has the brainpower for an affair! If a woman came on to him it might be a different story.... how likely is that, though, really?" laughed Emily.

Jane and Lynn both brought up an image of dependable Simon. He didn't have a bad face but he was bald, wore glasses, and was of average height and skinny. They couldn't help joining in with Emily's laughter.

"All men want to cheat. If they think they can get away with it, they will," Said Lynn, "most of the time though they're too scared of getting caught."

"That's not true! Come on, I'm the only woman that Paul wants!" Jane interjected.

"If you gave him permission to cheat, I'm sure he'd do it, I don't have a doubt!"

"He wouldn't." Jane replied angrily.

Lynn leant forward conspiratorially.

"Care to wager?"

Jane couldn't help being intrigued. Emily just sat there, bewildered.

"Well..."Lynn elaborated, "how about...each of us tells her man that she'd forgive him if he were to cheat on her.... then we try to seduce them..."

"Yeah, that's all well and good, but how far would we have to go?" Said Jane.

"Come on, don't be prudish, I know you both enjoy sex!"

"What if Paul or Graeme told Simon?" Emily asked, worried.

"They wouldn't. Don't you see? They all have too much to lose. Look, if we all promise not to get uptight about this it could be interesting." Said Lynn, glancing at her sisters, knowing she had them on the hook.

"Okay." Smiled Emily, dumbly.

"Wait," Jane interrupted, " you said something about a wager...."

"Yeah, okay. How about I gave each of you $10,000 if you snag one of our men, and a further $10,000 if your man stays faithful...." Explained Lynn.

"What do you get out of this?" Queried Jane, suspiciously.

"Nothing, 'cept that I'd be comforted by the fact that I wasn't the only one of us with an bastard unfaithful husband."

"Jane's not married to Paul, yet...." Exclaimed Emily, smiling at her own cleverness.

Her sisters both rolled their eyes.

"Okay..."Replied Jane thoughtfully.

"You sure?" Responded Lynn, eager for confirmation.

"That $20,000 sure would be handy." Said Jane.

"You're that confident that Paul won't take one of us offered to him a plate?" Added Lynn.

"Absolutely!" Said Jane, and she was.

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"How'd it go with Lynn and Emily" Asked Paul when Jane returned home.

"Lynn thinks Graeme has slept with someone else."

Paul was shocked. He didn't know Graeme well, but had seen the way his soon to be brother had an eye for the ladies.

"God, is she alright? Is she going to confront him? Divorce him?" Paul asked his fiancée. However he felt about Lynn, she didn't deserve this!

"Hell no, she's just going to pretend that she doesn't know anything." Jane answered.

"I can't understand how any one can just forget about something like that. I'd be devastated if you cheated on me."

"Aw baby, you know I'd never cheat on you, but it's different for women. We understand that it's sometimes just about sex with you guys and that you can love us and still sleep with someone else. I'd hardly bat an eyelid if you made a silly mistake, if you couldn't help yourself."

"God Jane! Really? It's all about decisions, whether you're a man or woman. You can decide to stay faithful or to cheat. I know that I'd never cheat on you; I just wouldn't decide to stray. A man can keep his penis in his pants, if he wants to, you know?" Paul said honestly. He was a little shocked at Jane's attitude towards fidelity, sure that he'd never given her any reason to doubt him.

"Oh I know you wouldn't cheat. I guess I meant that our marriage, when we get married, will survive anything." Jane had added hastily.

She kissed him to appease him. She leant over and turned off the lamp and pushed him on to the bed. In the darkened room she pulled of his vest and ran her fingers over his chest. She loved how smooth he was, muscled but not solid, soft really, but hard in all the right places.

Her hand was there now, stroking him through his pyjama bottoms. She continued to idly masturbate him as she kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear. He whispered sweet nothings to her, his breath becoming shallower.

"Make love to me, Paul." She sighed as she lay down.

He ran his hand over her satin-sheathed body, getting excited as her nipples responded to his light touch. He cupped and kissed her breasts in the darkness.

He passed her musky crotch, only glancing it with his mouth, smiling as she groaned as he passed on.

He kissed her toes provoking soft giggles from a ticklish Jane. As Paul began to creep back her body he glided up the long fabric, touching her now naked legs as he went. Pushing her legs apart rested above her, supported by his arms. She pulled her gown over her head and Paul lowered himself onto her, and into her.

Kissing the whole time he was stroking into her, they came together and feel asleep in each other's arms, happy and blissful.

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Over the next week Emily and Lynn also told their men that they'd forgive them if they cheated.

The game was on: all it needed was someone to make the first move!



The Cheating Game Ch. 01



He was really quite repulsive. In the dim light, she looked down at the man lying next to her, snoring softly into his favorite pillow that was older than their middle-school-bound son. She noted the bald patches, between which sparse black hair attempted in vain to shelter a scalp riveted with little brown moles. His gut, along with the waistband of his pants, had increased exponentially each year since their wedding night. Wistfully she glanced at the golden photo frame, so out of place in the dreary room laden with black furniture because he had claimed the color would "go well with anything." 

The photo frame had been her idea - after all, a black frame would have been absolutely morbid for housing their wedding photo. She thought of how he had been back then - a full head of dark hair, muscled, fit, and adventurous; nothing like the man next to her who had to sleep with compression socks every night because his ankles were so weak he could barely move. Well, there was no point in staring at something that caused so much discomfort. She turned off the light, closed the sultry romance novel she'd been reading before her mental excursion, and got into bed.

"I love you, dear," he mumbled in his sleep.

"Mmmhrmmmooo," she replied, in what she hoped could be translated as a suitable response. She didn't like sounding like a rabid cow, but after high school she had vowed never to say that she loved someone if she didn't mean it. Closing her eyes, she let her mind wander to the wild nights (and sometimes days) with her tall, chiseled co-worker at the office. She'd vowed never to be a cheater, but that man had been too good - better than this one would ever be, anyway. Plus, they had both agreed that the affair would be covert, dangerous, and unpredictable. They both figured it would bring some excitement into their mundane lives, him with a wife that resembled an overfed bulldog and her with a husband that could pass for a fat-bellied toad. An intelligent affair, they called it. One where they didn't have to be married to be together. Meanwhile they could still fulfill their duties to their families. It comforted her moral misgivings, and she slept soundly as she had done every night since she'd fallen in love again.

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Papers went flying as he flung her onto the coffee table. He pinned down her arms, studying her curvy body in the glow of the overhead lighting. Her chest heaved with desire as she stared up at him, her dark brown eyes deep with lust. In the struggle to get her on the table, one of the buttons on her blouse (which had already been at critical tension) had popped open, revealing a peek of a lacy black bra. He felt himself harden immediately.

"Won't your wife hear us?" She asked breathlessly, putting a hand on his firmly muscled chest. Almost as if against her will, her fingers traced the outline of his pecs and softly brushed his nipple. In response, he guided her hand down to the front of his pants, where his cock was straining to get out of the confines of his dark dress slacks. She bit her lip, trying to stop a moan of desire.

"Oh, baby, tonight I'm going to fuck you until everyone in the neighborhood hears us," he whispered into her ear. She arched her back at his words, rubbing her crotch against his swelling member through the fabric of their clothes. He grabbed her breasts and fondled them roughly, causing her to give a purr of satisfaction. Unable to wait, he ripped her blouse open and pulled down her bra. Her dark brown nipples were already stiffened in extreme arousal. He urgently undid the zipper of her pants and pulled them to her knees. She was wearing a black lacy g-string that barely covered the pink swelling of her aroused lips. Sliding the flimsy string aside, he plunged three fingers deep into her wet pussy. 

She moaned loudly. "Oh God, Eddie!" 

She had shaved her entire pussy for him, just the way he liked it. There was no mistaking the erect pink clit and the way it made her entire body shake as he sucked on it. She moaned and thrashed on the table as he finger fucked the shit out of her. Her juices were flowing down her sleek thighs and onto the table.

"Eddie, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" She yelled, grabbing the table for support as her body quaked in spasms of pleasure. He felt her contract around his fingers, and the thought of sticking his cock in that tight space caused him to groan in anticipation.  

As if she could read his thoughts, she sat up and unfastened his belt. As she undid the zipper and pulled down his boxers, his erect cock hit her in the face. She grabbed all eight inches and took him in her mouth. He groaned as she twisted and sucked. 

"Charice, I've gotta have you now," he moaned, pushing her back onto the table and ramming his dick into her dripping wet pussy.

She screamed in ecstasy, both of them gasping as he pummeled her over and over. 

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He yelled, feeling like the king of the world as he stared at her beautiful, flushed face helpless in the throes of pleasure. Her massive tits bounced with every thrust. She moaned again, screaming his name as they both came at the same time.

There was complete silence except for their gasping at the intensity of their lovemaking. Slowly, he pulled out, and felt a surge of pride at the creamy white liquid spilling out of her cunt. 

"Fuck, you're too good," she whispered. "We've made such a mess."

"Does it matter?" He whispered back, nibbling on one nipple. It immediately hardened again. He gave it a long suck, which caused her to moan again. There was a twinkle in his eye as he pulled back and saw the mix of longing and frustration in her eyes. "Wait here, I'll get you cleaned up."

He took off his sweaty shirt and left for the kitchen as she got up and attempted to fix herself. The lacy black g-string was completely soaked through; she pulled it off and stuffed it into her handbag. Eddie came back from the kitchen with a roll of paper towels and Lysol. Gently, he wiped his cum from around her legs, making sure he stopped at her clit to give it a good rubbing. He rubbed harder and faster, causing her to shiver and moan. As he sensed she was nearing climax, he smacked her pussy with his other hand. He felt himself starting to become aroused again as he watched her hands clench in orgasm. He shook his head to clear it, avoiding staring at any part of her tantalizing body. It was late, and they actually did have work to do at some point tonight. Charice sat up silently and understood his hesitation.

"There'll be more later, if you can handle it," she whispered, gently caressing his balls.

"Don't tempt me, love. How about we get these accounting figures drawn up, and then I reward you for being patient?"

She giggled like a schoolgirl, and started to pull up her pants over her naked ass. He diverted his gaze and concentrated on cleaning the table, trying not to play back the jiggle of those marvelous cheeks as they slid into the fabric. She made sure to give him a glimpse of her sleek cleavage when she leaned over to gather papers, some soaking wet with both of their juices. She licked a page, never releasing her eye contact with him.

"Stop it, you," he said, rolling his eyes and trying to tame his eager dick.

"But I'm so horny," she said, sitting down on the couch and spreading her legs wide open. 

"Just once more?" She started rubbing the outside of her pants, where Eddie knew underneath lay her naked cunt. He swallowed hard as she moaned with pleasure at the sensation of the rough fabric moving against her clit. A wet spot grew larger and larger at her crotch as she pleasured herself. 

He had lost the will battle. With a cry, he leapt on her and pulled off her pants once more. He flipped her over so that he had a view of her ass, glistening and dripping with shiny wetness.

"Face down, bitch," he ordered, and she obediently conceded, wiggling her ass at him. He grabbed it and rubbed the tip of his dick against her sopping wet pussy.

"Put it in! Fuck me, please," she begged. 

He slid his cock into her ass, and felt her freeze in shock at the sensation. It was tight, even tighter than her pussy. As he began to pump, he heard her scream with ecstasy. He was going to cum real soon. He reached over and began playing with her clit. She collapsed, nails scratching at the floorboards as her body gave in to a huge orgasm. He kept fucking her up the ass, relishing the sound of her loud moaning and the slap of their wet bodies against each other. The force with which he came actually forced his dick out of her ass. Little spurts of cum spilled out of her pink hole. She lay on the floor, gasping.

"Did your wife really sleep through all that?" She asked him, giggling. 

He laughed too, kissing her fully on the lips.

"See? Don't mess with sleep aids. Why don't you give your husband some so we can do it right on that ugly black corduroy couch of yours?" 

"You're quite malicious," she said, rolling her eyes and running her hands down his bare chest. 

"What if that kills him? He's already on pain meds."

"Oh come on. You know there're plenty of celebrities that do worse. I'm just kidding, anyway. What would happen to me if you were thrown in jail for forcing someone to abuse prescription medication? I don't think I'd be able to take it."

To ease her mind, he slid his fingers down into her wet cunt again, playing with her swollen lips and her erect clit. She moaned, ready for another round. He could feel the blood pounding in his head, letting him know that he was ready, too. Her moans got louder and louder as he worked her pussy in and out.

"Just do me! Do me anywhere!" Charice moaned. He pushed her against the wall and continued to rub her clit. "Fuck! I'm going to cum - "

They both heard a creaking on the stairs. 

"Oh shit," he breathed, as they both froze.



The Cheating Game Ch. 02



Emily smiled nervously as she entered the bar where Lynn had told her Graeme liked to hang out. It was dark and did not appear to be very woman friendly. She could feel the eyes of the men watching her, perhaps wondering what this short, slightly overweight woman was doing here.

She had decided that Graeme was her target. Part of her told herself that it wasn't really wrong; Lynn already thought he was cheating on her and the game was her idea after all. As an unfaithful husband already he was far more likely to go for her than Paul, who was 20 years, her junior. It would also serve as a demonstration that she was not as undesirable or stupid as she knew her sisters thought she was!

"Hello Graeme." She said, spotting her brother at a corner booth.

"Emily, what are you doing here?" Asked Graeme, thinking he had never seen a person looking more out of place.

"Oh, I was just passing and fancied a drink after work." She tried to say nonchalantly but fooled neither Graeme nor herself as she joined him at the table. 

She looked at Graeme and thought that this wouldn't be so bad. He had black curly hair, eyebrows that tended to rise devilishly offset by his neat goatee. He wore a sharp suit but Emily knew that it covered a muscle-bound body. Her brother was something of a fitness freak, perhaps trying to keep his 40 years from showing.

"What's really going on?" Demanded Graeme, not afraid to be direct and to the point.

"You're right.... I came here looking for you..."

"And why was that?" Said Graeme, enjoying his sister's nervousness and discomfort.

Emily was lost for words; she had expected this to go a lot differently. Graeme caught her look at his crotch, where his cock, though flaccid, made a visible bulge.

"Ho ho, you came here for some fun...?"

Emily could only nod her agreement. She breathed out, after realising that she'd been holding her breath. She was relieved that Graeme was doing all the work.

"Come with me." He said, getting up and walking away. He didn't even look behind him to check that she was following.

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Emily stood anxiously, leaning against a fence in the alley behind the bar as Graeme took of his shirt.

"I thought you'd be hairier..." She whispered inanely as she took in his chest.

"I shave.... everything..." The last word was said with added emphasis as Graeme dropped his pants.

Emily saw that Graeme was completely hairless. There was nothing there to obstruct her view of his 10-inch cock.

Emily grew nervous at his size. He was so much bigger than Simon.

"Someone might see us," whined Emily, beginning to have second thoughts.

"It's dark and no one comes out here. Don't worry" He consoled her as he shoved her skirt up to her hips and pulled down her big knickers.

Emily shivered as the cold hit her vagina. She looked around at the dirty alley, littered with garbage and resolved to herself that $10,000 was worth this degradation.

As Graeme shoved his condomed meat into her, it hurt. With no foreplay her hole was dry and she couldn't hold back her tears.

Graeme didn't look at her once. He gripped the fence and pounded away. Emily had never felt so used, just a willing cunt to be abused. If she could have admitted it to herself, she'd have realised she liked feeling this way. 

Graeme was speeding up now and Emily thought that he was going to cum. As he shot into the thin material over his cock Emily noticed a man holding two trashcans watching everything. Her shame complete, she whimpered to her own climax.

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Now in the alley alone Graeme dressed himself. He looked over at his bedraggled. She was breathing hard, her face red and swollen, her raw slit still exposed to the world.

"Now, want to tell me what's really going on?"

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Graeme and Simon sat watching the game and drinking beers.

"I fucked Emily yesterday." Graeme said bluntly.

"You're kidding?!!!" Asked Simon.

"Now, don't get upset, mate. Listen to me..."

Simon was looking at Graeme as if he wished that he could kill him.

"The girls are playing some silly game..."

"Game?" Simon asked furiously

"Yeah, and now that we know we could have some fun to..."

Simon stopped glaring and blinked,

"What do you mean?" he asked, hopefully.

"Well, if I understand correctly, it means that Jane has to sleep with you...."

"Jesus..." Simon whispered, his 45-year-old cock twinged at the thought of the beautiful 25 year old.

"Yeah, Lynn has to fuck Paul and little Miss Goody Two Shoes gets $10,000 if she gets you to bed her..."

"Good God, our wives have...become...whores!" Cried Simon, relishing the naughty word he had used.

"So you're in?" Questioned Graeme.

"Absolutely! What did you have in mind?" Replied Simon.

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Later that night, at Lynn's house.

"Hah, we already knew Graeme was a son of a bitch," Said Lynn as Emily told her sisters that she had fucked Graeme, "That cock's quite something, though, isn't it?"

Emily nodded as she accepted the $10,000 cheque from Lynn.

"I didn't think you'd be the first winner Emily" Said Jane incredulously.

Emily flushed with pride at the disbelief in Jane's voice. "I'm definitely looking forward to having a go at Paul..." Said Lynn.

Jane could have been afraid about her sexy big sister making a play for her man, but she knew how loyal Paul was and how much he disliked Lynn. There was no way she could lose.

"Sure you can afford to pay out if he rejects you?" She asked.

"The money's nothing." Lynn answered abstractedly, thinking about something else.

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Later that night Jane went downstairs, leaving her sisters painting each other's nails. As she was mixing up some daiquiris Simon entered the kitchen.

"Hey Jane."

"Simon."

"Do you think Paul would like to come round to mine over the weekend? Me and Graeme think we should include him more, you know, get to know to know him as he'll soon be joining the triumvirate of brothers."

Jane rolled her eyes. God, who uses a word like triumvirate?

"That's nice of you guys, I'll ask him."

"Well, you know that Lynn and Emily are going to see your parents...?"

Jane nodded.

"Just thought, as it was just me and Graeme here, we'd have a bloke's weekend..."

Jane's eyes lit up. She'd just had the perfect brainwave! Emily may have had Graeme but she could take both of her brothers! It meant a cool $20,000! $30,000 when Paul laughed in Lynn's face.

Simon looked at Jane's beaming face and left the kitchen with a smile on his face.



The Cheating Game Ch. 03



Simon answered the door to his house and let Jane in.

"Paul's sorry he couldn't make it. He's got some work to finish, but I thought I'd stop by." She said to Simon and Graeme in the lounge.

"This is supposed to be a man's weekend, Jane..." Said Graeme. He waved his hand over the beers, chips and porno movies that were spread over the room. He was eyeing the normally conservative blonde. Today she was dressed in a short skirt and her blouse was unbuttoned down to her cleavage.

She bent over the table, flashing her cute behind to the men. She decided to add a little wiggle for emphasis. 

"Oh my...Anal Virgins...Bukkake Sluts...and Horny Housewives...these all look great...." She said with gusto, looking at the men. She was puzzled that they didn't appear surprised at her behaviour; in fact she thought she saw Simon nudge Graeme and wink. She shook it off, it was obvious from the way that they were looking at her that she had their complete attention.

"But," she continued, "These are nothing compared to the real thing, are they boys? That's why I've come round, to provide a little live entertainment...agree to do things my way and there's no reason why we can't enjoy ourselves..."

Simon's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets and Graeme licked his lips as she shed her top.

"What do you say...?" Asked Jane.

The two older men nodded and Jane walked up to them. She sucked at Graeme's mouth, their tongues caressing each other then she turned her head to Simon. As she kissed him both men moved a hand to her ass and squeezed. Jane put her hands to their crotches and began to rub them, Simon sure wasn't endowed but Graeme had enough cock for both of them she thought.

"Let's go to the sofa," She said, breaking from Simon's eager lips.

Both men sucked on a tit each, their hungry tongues teasing a nipple each. She had freed Graeme's monster pole and was stroking it distractedly. From their groans of pleasure Jane got a massive sense of approval and got really turned on, so much so that she hitched up her skirt to play with her gash. 

Simon got up and disappeared and Jane moaned as her left nipple was neglected. Obligingly Graeme took over fingering her, freeing her hand, which began pinching and squeezing her nipple.

Simon returned and through half closed eyes Jane realised he had a long red dildo in his mouth. As he knelt before her Jane spread her legs, turned on by how kinky the normally mild-mannered accountant had become.

Graeme leant up to her ear and whispered,

"It's Emily's you know? She bought it a couple of days ago..."He said suggestively.

Jane took in his words and she thought to herself, 'after she'd had your cock, Simon's own 5-inch penis could no longer please her...'. It turned her on that she was being penetrated by her sister's own dildo.

She was moaning wildly and she had just noticed the dildo had stopped thrusting into her when she was suddenly jerked to her feet.

"Hey." She gasped.

"We're going to fuck you now."

"No, we have to do this my way..." Jane complained feebly.

"We don't have to do anything." Hissed Graeme.

Graeme lifted her effortlessly and hoisted her on to Simon's small cock. She was so wet and he was so small that she hardly felt it all. Poor weedy Simon could hardly support even her light body and she was afraid that she'd fall over backwards when she felt Graeme's rock hard chest against her back.

Graeme's long hard meat was easily able to enter her pussy from behind as he held her in the air.

Jane had planned to take the men one at a time and she couldn't believe that they were both penetrating her. She was no longer in control of her body. Graeme was able to lift her then drop her back down their cocks easily.

Jane's tits were bouncing wildly and her arms were flailing around. She realised that neither man was wearing protection.

"Don't come in me..."She pleaded.

Graeme lifted her off their cocks and there was an audible sucking sound as she was freed.

Graeme laid her down on the floor.

"Tell us what a slut you are." Commanded Graeme.

"I'm...a slut."

"A whore?" Added Simon.

"I am a whore..." breathed Jane. Looking up she could see both men wanking over her face.

She shut her eyes as she felt their warm cum spurt over her face. They seemed to take a long time to finish. When she could no longer feel them cumming on her she wiped her eyelids and opened her eyes.

Her brothers were sat on the sofa, watching her.

"I haven't cum..." Jane wailed petulantly

"Do it yourself, bitch."

She needed to cum so badly that she didn't care how sordid she was. Cum dripped off her face as she fingered her orgasm-craving pussy.

She came twice then crawled up to face the bastards. Some dignity was returning and she was going to give them a piece of her mind.

They were gone!

Dejected, she forced on her clothes and ran from the house.

She sat in her car and made sure she had gotten all of the cum off her face and out of her hair. Okay, it hadn't gone to plan, she thought, still $20,000 for a couple of hours wasn't bad! She smiled as she thought of her sisters' faces when she told them.



The Cheating Game Ch. 04



"I have to say I'm impressed. Both of them at once? I never realised you could act like that. Good show Jane!" Lynn said as she wrote the cheque for $20,000 and handed it to Jane.

"I can't believe that was Simon you were describing. Maybe I should try to get him that excited..."Said Emily.

Lynn and Jane looked at each other doubtfully.

"I've just got to see if I can Paul's cock and the game will be finished..."Said Lynn.

Jane grinned, confidant of another $10,000.

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Paul was missing Jane. She was staying with her folks for the weekend, checking out the place where their wedding reception was going to be held. He wished he could be with her, the bed felt empty without her.

The doorbell rang and Paul pulled on his boxers and pants and went to answer it bare-chested.

"Hello Lynn, Jane's not here..." Said Paul when he saw Jane's sister standing before him.

"Can I come in?" She asked, already half way through the door.

He figured that he should go easy on her if Graeme really had slept with another woman.

As he made her a cup of coffee Lynn admired Paul, his floppy brown hair, easy smile and boyish face. She watched his broad shoulders trail down to his hot ass. When he turned to her she took in his flat stomach with its little line of hair running from his navel. God, she thought, that really is the Glory Trail; I can't wait to follow it down to his pubes and juicy cock.

"Lynn, what brings you here?"

"Oh I didn't know what you wanted for a wedding gift..." She said, apparently unaware that she was tracing one finger over her breast.

"We'll be giving out a wedding list when Jane gets back." Paul said.

"The wedding's only two months away, you know?"

"Believe me, I'm counting down the days, till we're man and wife." Said Paul beaming.

"Committing yourself to one person for the rest of your life isn't easy." Said Lynn.

Paul thought about her situation at home. He wondered if she had come to check him out before he married her little sister and gently said,

"It's going to be okay between me and Jennifer, we're going to be happy."

Lynn smiled and embraced Paul in a tight hug. Paul could feel her huge breasts against his skin, only the fabric of her thin summer dress between them. Paul thought that this hug was going on longer than was appropriate when Lynn pulled back slightly, her arms still around his neck. Her breasts were no longer against him and found that he was a little relieved.

Paul thought that maybe the state of her marriage had softened her up a bit. This certainly wasn't the Lynn he was used to. When he looked in her eyes, he saw a thoughtfulness that hadn't been there before.

"Oh Paul." She whispered as she moved her body against him again. She rested her head on his chest. Paul thought that he could her breath on one of his nipples. He shivered at the sensation. She's about to cry, thought Paul and his heart filled with compassion and put his arms around her. She began to rock in his strong and comforting embrace.

Her motion against him, against his crotch, was causing his cock to stir. There was no way that Lynn could be unaware of it touching her belly.

Paul's cheeks were reddening as he lightly pulled away.

Lynn smiled, glanced his bulging pants and up at Paul. She used a hand to pull his head down to hers and kissed him.

Paul kissed her back. She kissed fantastically and soon their tongues were each other's mouths. They were smooching passionately, barely taking breath at all. Their bodies were rocking to the rhythm of the moment. She had clasped his ass and was used her hands to pull his body closer to her.

"What are we doing...?" Said Paul as he broke for a breath.

"Nothing you don't want to." Said Lynn.

Paul looked down at himself, his cock tenting uncomfortably in his pants. It was throbbing for attention. He had unzipped his fly and held his cock through the fabric of his underwear.

Hell, he thought to himself. I can't do this to Jane!

He had nearly given in to lust but now what he saw broke the spell. Lynn was smirking wickedly and the coldness was back in her eyes. He disliked the way she was looking at Paul like he was dinner.

"God, you duplicitous cow. You've been trying to seduce me." He shouted, as he struggled to stuff his engorged cock back into his pants.

"Paul..." She replied.

"No! How could you do this to Jane? She's your sister! I think you should just leave, don't you?"

As he heard the door shut behind her he gripped onto the kitchen surface and willed his cock to deflate.

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"Paul didn't want me to come tonight. I wonder why?" Jane said to her sisters but they all knew who it was aimed at.

"Okay, I give in. You win, Paul didn't cheat on you."

Emily and Lynn watched bemused as Jane did a little dance in front of them, yelling,

"My man is faithful and yours aren't! Ha ha ha."

When she finished she noticed the other two staring at her.

"What?" She asked, naively.

As Lynn was leaving she thought that the game's not yet over.



The Cheating Game Ch. 05



Paul stared at the rain pouring down outside and thought about Jane, stuck in the city by a landslide on the country road leading into their town. He hoped she was okay in the motel she had found.

"Christ it's tipping down out there!" Paul heard someone exclaim in the hall.

Going to investigate he came across Lynn, dripping on to the carpet and said,

"What do you want?" He asked gruffly.

"We need to talk...please?" 

He relented, too chivalrous to send her back out into the weather.

She sat by the fire with her head down.

"Listen Paul, about last week...thank you for not telling Jane."

"However I feel about you, you're still her sister." He said sternly.

She looked up, tears streaming from her hazel eyes. Paul looked at her cautiously, as if she could pounce on him the moment his back was turned.

"Paul...I think I should show you something..." She said as she pulled a video from her bag and pushed it into the VCR.

Chris shrank to the floor as he witnessed and heard all that had transpired between Jane, his fiancée and her brothers. He was speechless and blinking back his tears.

"See, I saw this tape and wanted to do you what Jane had done my husband. I'd get the satisfaction of knowing we were betraying her behind her back as she did to us." Said Lynn, talking to the top of Paul's bowed head.

"I need to be alone" He croaked, not looking up.

Lynn went into the kitchen and poured two double scotches. She could hear the sex tape replaying in the lounge.

After awhile Paul entered the kitchen and accepted the drink numbly.

"Would you have told Jane?" He asked, looking at Lynn with red, swollen eyes.

"What?"

"That we had slept together?" He sighed despondently.

"No Paul. I don't want to lose Jane and I think you don't either." Said Lynn.

"I wouldn't be so sure." Laughed Paul bitterly.

Lynn took Paul's head and drew it to her shoulder.

"Listen I've spoken to Graeme and he told me that what we saw was a one-off thing. Jane was just getting rid of some pre-marital nerves."

"You're forgiving Graeme?"

"Baby, that's what people do when they love each other." Lynn told him.

"What about Emily?" Paul asked as Lynn held him like a baby.

"Simon can do whatever he wants, he's not my husband."

Paul had begun to cry again and he pulled away from her, not wanting her to see him cry.

"Is the offer still open?"

"What was that Paul? I couldn't hear you.

"The offer to sleep together."

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea..."

"Why?" He said, turning to face her.

"Would it make you feel better?" She asked him, her pussy tingling at how well this was going.

He nodded vacantly and she took him by the hand and led him upstairs.

"Paul, I'll just be a minute. Why don't take you clothes off?" Lynn asked the docile man.

When she returned, he was naked. His hands covered his crotch. He was embarrassed to be naked in front of Lynn.

She watched him avoid her eyes and shiver, as she looked him over.

" Can we turn the light off?" He asked, sheepishly.

"You don't fuck with the light on?" Lynn asked, shocked.

He shook his head and Lynn enjoyed how lost he looked.

"Look at me Paul. Look at me."

Paul looked at Lynn and saw that she was naked before him.

She ran her hands over her body and pushed up her breasts, saying, 

"In the dark you couldn't see these... or this ..." She said as she turned to display her ass. She bent over and ran her hands from her ankle to her thigh.

"You like what you see?" She asked. She smiled as he nodded. "Why don't you move your hands Paul?"

"My penis is not as big as Graeme's..." Said Paul as he slowly released his cock and balls.

"8-inches, I'd say and it is a lot thicker than Graeme's. You've got a lovely cock Paul. I'm getting wet just looking at it." She said as she appraised him.

She kissed lightly on the cheek and stroked his chest.

"Listen, may be I should talk to Jane instead? This still seems wrong, somehow..."Paul said timidly.

"Paul," she said, an impatient tone creeping into her voice, "Remember what she did to you and me..." and as Paul's eyes went blank she continued. "She was meant to be yours and yours alone, wasn't she? Instead she had two men in her at the same time and then they came over her face..."

Paul kissed her to shut her up and she pulled him onto the bed.

"Just lie there and let me make you feel better..." She crooned.

The power of her mouth on his cock was unbelievable. The sensation focused his entire mind to his manhood, dispelling all the images of Jane and the whore she had become. He looked down and she looked up at him, her mouth smiling around his prick. He raised his middle up and down as the urge to cum began to build. She finished him off by hand so that she could direct his warm salty load over her lips and chin.

He lay back with his eyes closed, gasping for air and she lay down next to him, her head turned to watch him.

"God, you're good to go again!" She exclaimed as his cock returned to hardness.

"Yeah." Smirked Paul before turning to reach into the bedside drawer. He pulled out a condom and an impatient look of concentration on his face as he sheathed his dick. 

He turned to her, supported on his right elbow. With his left hand he raised her left leg and tried to enter her from the side.

Lynn and Paul both laughed as he struggled to penetrate her.

"Help me put my penis in." He pleaded till she used her hand to lead him into her steaming cunt.

"You're so hot and tight." He shouted into the room. "I've been thinking about you all week, even though I knew I shouldn't." He whispered in her ear as he pushed and pulled out.

She shoved a juddering tit to his mouth and he sucked on it, sweat making their bodies slick and salty.

"Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ Paul....Jesussssss!" Lynn screamed as she came loudly.

Paul lacked the breath to laugh, but he would have. He had an image of his next-door neighbours hearing a woman in the throws of passion. They'd know it wasn't Jane. He didn't care.

"Jesus, God, yeahhhhh, yes!!" Howled Lynn cumming again.

This time the contractions of Lynn's tunnel walls made Paul climax too. He continued pumping into her awhile after he had stopped cumming and then flopped down beside her.

"It's stopped raining." He said, looking at the window.

Lynn giggled at the stupid remark.

"You're a much better lover than Graeme..."

"Really?" Paul asked. "The size of my penis?"

"Cock Paul, cock. You pee with your penis and fuck with your cock, or dick..."

Paul gulped, "Okay, was my...cock...enough?" He was unfamiliar with using such language.

"It was so tasty Paul and the thickness? Hmmm.... Graeme only thinks about his own satisfaction."

Pleased Paul fell asleep, exhausted and blissful. 



The Cheating Game Ch. 06



Lynn smiled as she woke up her sister's bed. The room smelled of sex and ...bacon? She rose from the tangled sheets and trotted downstairs.

Paul was in the kitchen cooking breakfast and listening to the radio.

Lynn leant over and kissed him, saying sleepily,

"Morning, lover."

She rubbed his naked back and snuggled against him, her arms around his waist.

He pulled away from her, exclaiming,

"Breakfast's ready!"

"Paul...?" Said Lynn.

He heard the question that had gone unvoiced and looked at Lynn.

"I've been thinking a lot. Last night was great, really, really great... I really think that I can move on with Jane, now that we're on an even playing field." He said, beaming.

"You're going to go ahead with the wedding?" Lynn wondered aloud.

"Of course, she's the woman I'm meant to spend the rest of my life with!" Said Paul, smiling as he forked some eggs into his mouth.

Lynn played with food in silence.

"Hey, they've just said that the road's been cleared!" Cried Paul excitedly, " I'm going to ring Jane and see when she'll be back."

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"Everything on course for the big day, Paul?" Asked Emily.

"Yep, all on track. Sure takes a lot of organising, though. Jane's always on the phone, to your folks, the florist, you name it." He answered. "Listen, I'm going to leave you girls to it and do some stuff in the garage."

"Okay Paulie..." Emily said, as the dressmaker entered, ready to re-take her growing measurements.

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Paul was bent over a workbench, with his shirt off, when he felt a hand on his back. It began to slide down below the waistband and gently stroked the top of his asscrack.

"Jane..." he said smiling but not turning around, "your sisters gone home?"

"I'm not Jane," the woman breathed huskily to his back.

He turned quickly, his tools left running.

"Lynn!!"

"I couldn't resist."

"What if Jane had come in?!!"

"Emily's taken her to lunch in town. They called to you, but maybe you didn't hear them over the noise of your drill...they thought I had some errands to run but I decided to stay here and see what else you fancied 'drilling'..." 

"No, Lynn. What happened on Wednesday was a one-off, not the start of an affair!"

"Listen Paul, you think you're even with Jane, hmmm? You've fucked one woman whereas she fucked two men, still seems unfair to me..."

"I've put it behind me..." Said Paul, truthfully.

"You're such a good man Paul and such a good lover. I've been thinking about your hands on my body and your mouth on my tits. Feel how wet I am right now..." she said as she took his hand and guided it up her skirt to her bare pussy.

"Lynn...." Gasped Paul, unable to stop himself putting two fingers into her.

"Finger me Paul."

He grasped her waist to support himself and get better access. He watched intently as the usually strong woman melted on his hand. He smiled as he saw the abandon in her eyes. This woman who intimidated him, was at his mercy. He slowed his digits and she moaned, he frigged her hard and her hand on his shoulder gripped harder reflectively. She came explosively, juices gushing over his fingers, and her knees nearly gave way but Paul caught her.

"Take me to bed." She pleaded as she clung to him.

They stumbled upstairs, kissing each other urgently as they fumbled out of their clothes.

He put her on the bed and rolled a condom over his cock. He mounted her, gasping as her cunt lips swallowed him down to his balls.

Lynn looked into his lustful eyes and at the cross that swung from his neck. She put out her tongue to lick it, the sinfulness of it sending an orgasm shivering through her hot sweaty body.

Paul was thrusting into her and grunting loudly.

"I don't want you to cum yet." Said Lynn and pushed him off her.

Paul looked at her with frustration in his eyes.

"I need to tell you something first." Lynn said as she straddled his hips. Paul's cock twitched impatiently below Lynn's slit.

Lynn put her hands on his chest and lowered herself onto the tip of his cock. She began to turn left and right, rotating round his purple head.

"It all began when I found out Graeme had cheated on me. He begged me not to leave him. I agreed not to divorce him, but told him that there were going to be a few changes...." She said, breaking off to kiss the befuddled Paul.

"I told him I wanted to you..." She continued.

"Wait, Graeme knows?" Asked Paul, the sensations on his cock meant he could hardly understand her words or speak.

"Oh yes. He was reluctant at first, till I told him that I'd give him my sisters. His eyes lit up. I told him that with subtle hints and the right incentives I could turn those bitches into sluts eager for his cock..." Lynn paused to look at the horrified Paul below her.

"Yeah, Emily fucked Graeme first and the Jane, well you already know what she did," Lynn laughed, "$ 10,000 a man. A small price to pay to watch my sisters become common prostitutes, to make them betray the men they love. It was Graeme's money anyway..."

"You... you...you.....aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh, God, aaaaaah!" Screamed Paul as Lynn finally sat on Paul's sensitive member, her muscles constricting around it and making him cum. He came harder than he had ever done before. 

He lay there, catching his breath and coming down from the awesome high. Looking up at the self-satisfied face up above him, he threw her to the floor.

He was standing in front of her. He was red-faced and furious, the used condom dangling from his now deflated cock. It was so comical Lynn laughed at the sight.

"You! It was all you?! You manipulated all of us. I could kill you, right now....I'll tell Jane everything!" Paul raged.

"No you won't." Said Lynn smugly as she put her panties back on and located her bra.

Paul knew that she was right and it knocked some of the wind from his sails.

"I never, want to see your evil face ever again!"

"I'm going to be at your wedding Paul... I'm a bridesmaid..." responded Lynn as she began to pick up her clothes strewn throughout the house.

Just then they heard a car pull onto the gravel drive.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Paul swore, as he pushed the still semi naked woman out the back door.

He had just finished zipping his fly as Jane and Emily came in.

"Margaret, at the restaurant gave us these flowers. Isn't that the sweetest thing?" Jane beamed and kissed her fiancé. "God Paul, you're all hot and sweaty from working in the garage. Maybe you should shower..."

Paul could feel his sticky dick clinging uncomfortably to his boxers and said,

"Hmm that's a good idea. Jane, Emily, excuse me."



The Cheating Game Ch. 07



"There are your keys Mr and Mrs Taylor." Said the dumpy middle-aged lady at the counter.

Jane and Paul finished checking in to their honeymoon hotel and headed to the bar, keen for a drink after their long flight. 

Sue, the co-owner of the resort, turned to Bob and looked at him wistfully, sighing,

"They look so in love don't they?"

"Honeymooning couples usually do, dear..." He answered his wife, "It's the nicest part of this job."

"Do you know what she told me? Their wedding rings are both inscribed with 'Our true love will last forever'. Isn't that beautiful?"

Bob put his arm around his wife and said, 

"Just like our love." He said absently, his mind elsewhere.

"Bob." She replied and hugged him.

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"Listen to this," Said Paul as he leafed through a brochure he'd picked up in the lobby, "There's a firework display on the beach later. How romantic would it be, you and me, under the stars, the waves lapping the sand, the lights in the sky...?"

"Sounds lovely baby, but I'm feeling really sleepy all of a sudden. You go though, I don't want you to miss anything." Said Jane, yawning. " I'm so sorry but I think I need you to put me to bed first."

"Okay, darling. Think its jet-lag?" He asked as he led Jane to their room.

She could only nod, unable to keep her eyes open. She was fast asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The phone rang and Paul answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi Paul."

"Lynn? What do you want? I'm here with Jane and there's nothing you can say or do about it." He hissed, careful not to wake Jane.

"Really? I'm right next door." 

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Paul flew through the door. He saw Lynn standing there, naked and illuminated by candles.

"Good God, you're not happy just being a scheming bitch, you've decided to become a stalker too?!" He cried.

"Graeme bought me a ticket so that I could fly out and see if you were happy."

"How thoughtful of him." Sniped Paul. "I am happy, so you can go now!"

"Are you really happy? How can you be happy with her? She can't do what I do to you, can she?"

Paul was lost for words, and only managed to stammer,

"Jane was the woman for me."

"Was?"

"Is." Paul gasped but he sounded far from certain as Lynn put her hands to his hips and pushed her crotch against his.

"Aren't my tits bigger and juicier?"

Lynn smiled as Paul looked down at her huge melons. When he looked into her eyes Lynn saw the confirmation she required.

"My ass is better than hers, isn't it?" She continued, moving one of his hands to her full behind and was delighted as he squeezed it.

"So much better isn't it?"

"Yes." Paul agreed, unable to stop himself. 

"And my cunt? That's tastier too, no?"

"And tighter." Paul said as the desire took over.

"Am I the woman that you want to fuck?"

"Yes I want to fuck you." Admitted Paul.

"And Jane?" Interrogated Lynn.

"She's...." Paul paused, unable to bring himself to say more.

"Yes?"

"She's.... nothing to me ...any more." Paul confessed, as he surrendered to her.

"Brother...?" 

"Yes?"

"Give me your wedding ring."

Paul hesitated, a tiny futile part of him resisting.

"You want me Paul? Give me the ring and you can have me..." Encouraged Lynn. "Look." She added as she scooped up one tit and sucked on her own swollen nipples.

Paul worked the ring from his finger quickly and handed it to her.

"Lay on the bed Paul and I'll give you the fucking of a lifetime."

He shed his clothes and lay down on one side as she went to a drawer. He was so, so hard that he couldn't help thrust his hips, uselessly fucking the air.

He couldn't see what she was doing. He didn't care; he was enjoying the view of her anus and shaven pussy.

When she turned to him he saw that she was wearing his wedding ring on a chain around her neck, it nestled between her jugs.

"It looks good there." He said, a wicked smile parting his lips.

"I've got something for you." She said and handed him a ring.

It was identical to the one he had given up, bar the inscription. In tiny letters it read 'remember that you are mine, now and always'.

"Its true, isn't it Paul? I own you, mind body and soul, don't I?

Paul thought about her words and as the very last part of his self-control died, he answered her.

"God yes!"

"Fuck me Paul. I can't wait for your dick any longer."

Paul grabbed her waist and pulled her onto the bed. She gripped the headboard as he spread her legs from behind. He paused.

"God, what are you waiting for?" Cried Lynn.

"You really are a naughty little whore, aren't you?" Paul snorted before he prodded his prick into her fuck-tunnel and began to thrust into her doggy-style, one of his hands on her waist helping him build up a frantic rhythm, the other reached around and pulling and working at her clit.

He felt her insides clenching against him, clenching harder as she howled out an orgasm. He sped up the pace, grunting and groaning.

"I'm going to cum." He informed her. "I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum inside you."

She came again at his words.

"My married cock is going to cum inside you, you wanton slut." He shouted hurriedly before he became powerless to speak. He kept ramming his cock into her till the last drop of his cum was ejaculated inside her.

They rested for a while, and then Lynn sat up. Using two fingers she opened her raw hole.

"Paul. You've gotten me all dirty... want to clean me up?"

Paul smiled lazily, sated from his climax but not too tired to drag his head between her thighs.

"Lick up your cum that's leaking out of me." Lynn commanded.

"It'll...be...a...fucking...pleasure." He said between licks. The mix of his cum and Lynn's juices was unlike nothing Paul had ever tasted before. It was nasty and he loved it, and tried to swallow so much it was soon smeared over his lips and chin.

Lynn came again and refreshed the juices that he was lapping up.

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Paul lay there as Lynn called for some room service.

He was naked and exposed, his soft cock lying against his belly. Both his dick and his face were covered in their drying cum.

Lynn had just gotten out of the shower when there was a knock at the door. She grabbed a short robe and flung the door wide.

Bob Stanton surveyed the room in its state of disarray. He looked at Lynn and over at Paul on the bed.

"Evening Miss Clark," He cleared his throat, " Mr Taylor. Here's your room service."

"Thank you Mr Stanton." Lynn said sweetly. She leant to the hotelier's ear and whispered,

"I haven't forgotten what I promised to do to you for all your help with the room and the sleeping pill. I'll find you tomorrow night."

"Thank you miss." Bob said under his breath. As the door swung shut he walked down the empty corridor slowly. His head was full of images of the hot young woman and the spanking he hoped to receive.

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Bob reached the stairs and stopped. His perverted mind was working overtime. He hesitated, just a moment, before he crept back up the corridor.

He reached the door of the room where Lynn was staying and put his ear against the door.

He could hear moans and giggles, only slightly muffled by the wood.

He began to picture, accurately as it happens, what was going on inside. He thought to himself, this is the nicest part of the job as he began to rub his erection through his pants.

Paul was pinning Lynn against the wall that divided her room from his own. He fed her a strawberry and said to her,

"I think my father was stupid."

"What?" Asked Lynn, keen for her stud to fuck her once more.

"My father was stupid. He ran off with his mistress instead of fucking her on the side. This way is much, much better. Would you agree?" He said evilly.

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Jane woke with a start. The screaming sounds of pleasure coming from the next room were so loud! She couldn't resist rubbing at her panties, as she heard the muffled voices. Graeme's long cock jumped to the forefront of her thoughts. The walls of the old hotel were thin enough that she could even make out some of what they were saying! She came, biting her lip so that they wouldn't hear her own orgasm, when she heard the man moan, 

"Yeah fuck me with your tits. I want to cum on your hot, slutty face!"

God, she had to find Paul. She had to have a cock right now!

Throwing on some clothes she left her room and saw Mr Stanton in the hall.

"Mr Stanton!"

"Mrs Taylor...oh my God..." He said, deeply embarrassed to have been caught eavesdropping and sporting a hard-on.

Emboldened by her recent climax Jane winked at the hotelier and nudged him.

"Pretty hot huh?" She said indicating the noisy room.

"You have no idea!" Said Bob.

"I really need a cock in me tonight. Do you know where my husband is?" Jane asked desperately. 

"I doubt you'll find him. You know, the hotel offers room service." Bob asked salaciously.

Jane looked the old man up and down, thought for a second and dragged him into her room.

*

Epilogue

"I thought Graeme was sterile?" Jane asked Lynn. There was a trace of horror in her voice, as she thought of Graeme's dick cumming inside of her that afternoon in the seedy motel.

"Maybe it was of those one in a million conceptions. You see them on TV all the time!" Suggested Emily.

Lynn said nothing and Jane grimaced.

"How's the daddy feeling about it?" Jane asked, meaning Graeme.

Lynn turned away from her sisters, fingering the ring around her neck.

Turning back to them and stroking her pregnant belly, she said,

"He can't wait till I start lactating!"