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Unfaithful

By: Vezzo



Almost without realizing it, I drummed my fingers on the table by the side of the sofa. A minor delay, five minutes or so, a thing which would never bother me in other circumstances. But of course that wasn't a regular situation. I leaned my head against the wall, closed my eyes and maybe sighed. Through the door, a loud and clear female voice. Hard to let it go. Normally I would have waited in the hallway, keeping distance from others' problems, but this time I was too anxious to do that. It was a relief to finally hear them say goodbye to each other, and then a footfall. As soon as the door was open, a lean woman left in a hurry, eyes fixed on the floor. Maybe she knew I had been outside listening to everything that was said in the room for a while. 

The man now was waiting for me.

"How are you?" Jake asked me. 

"Good, thanks. How are you?" I said automatically. Without facing him, I went across the room and settled on the divan.

And then the silence. He never asked why I didn't sit on the couch as usual, but I could feel his inquisitor look at the back of my neck — that stare which demands some statement, as trivial as it could come out. 

"So?" he asked.

I didn't know where to begin. All that hurry, and now complete silence. Maybe I just wanted to be there. 

"The subject of our last meeting. Your wife's friend," he insisted.

"Yeah... This weekend was awkward."

"What happened?"

"Anna and I planned to go out with some friends on Friday. She wanted to also invite April and I didn't know how to get that idea out of her mind. Or else I didn't really want to. I don't know, it might be more comfortable for me if we had more people around us. But eventually the others couldn't make it, and once again it was only the three of us."

"I see."

"The club was packed. At a point of the evening, April disappeared in the crowd and only showed up again when Anna went to the restroom. We were alone on the dance floor."

"And then?"

"There was this sexy song playing, a song with a wild beat and an intense riff. April began taking small steps forward with the rhythm, her body gracefully turning to one side then to the other. She was coming closer and staring at me with her chin slightly up, as if she was challenging me, and then turned around. It was not a hump, she moved her hips only up and down in time to the beat while her whole body was taking a slower turn. And I enjoyed every angle, but tried not to stare, apprehensive that it might be some kind of test which the two of them had agreed to submit me to."

"Do you really think Anna would do that?"

"She has done before."

"Are you sure?"

"She told me so, long ago. Well, she did that to an ex-boyfriend, but we have been arguing out of jealousy so often that I don't doubt she would do that to me too. Women are too sensitive to be suspicious for no reason. Anna knows I don't get through a day without fantasizing about other women, and also suspects of consummated cheating." 

I paused for a moment. It was really strange that they seemed to have switched places and April and I were too conveniently alone for about four songs. Without any doubt it could have been a set up and, if so, I knew Anna well enough to expect her to do it checking if I wouldn't be hit by a glimmer of decency and give up at the last minute.

"What happened next?" Jake asked me.

"I took a look around to make sure she wasn't observing me from a distance. No sign of her. Then I couldn't help drooling over April, those curves, those moves, thinking that a woman who dances with such confidence and control over her body must be like a hurricane in bed. The very moment this idea crossed my mind, she smiled knowingly, you see?"

"So you're saying she read your thoughts."

"Oh, she knew. She just knew."

"Okay. Go on."

"Soon after, she turned around once again, very slowly, looked at me and extended her hand in my direction. Maybe she was calling me with her finger, but I couldn't be sure because of those damn flashing lights."

"Did you go to her?"

"I was so eager to. I think I've never desired a woman so badly in my whole life. My imagination went wild. I pictured myself grabbing her arms, kissing her and pulling her close to me so that she could feel what she had caused with that crazy game of hers. But all I could do was imagine. Meanwhile, she kept spinning, spinning, holding her hair in her hands. I don't know why, but I've always found something interesting in a woman with arms up like this."

"Maybe it suggests vulnerability."

The idea sounded true and yet somehow inaccurate in that context. I kept silent for a moment, trying to find out what didn't fit, and suddenly realized my arms and legs were crossed. This gave me a hint.

"Well, then the result was more like the other way around," I verbalized. "She lifts her arms and it's me who feels vulnerable, she whirls and it's me who gets dizzy. I must have acted like a dork, standing still in the middle of the dance floor with a woman dancing like that in front of me. A woman who couldn't be mine, but didn't want to be anyone else's."

"Why do you say that?"

"She had already turned down four or five guys earlier, and those were only the ones I knew about. As for the others, I could even picture the hair at their necks standing up merely at a matched gaze, because their faces were a mix of surprise and admiration and desire and embarrassment and confusion all together. And now this woman was trying to drive me crazy. Why me?" 

"It could be that thing you mentioned before, or it could be another kind of test. A test of her own."

"How can I know whether it is?"

"I don't know. I guess you just won't."

I probably sighed once more. The worst part was the doubt.

"Oh, but that waist, those feet! And the hair, curled, wild and long. With that hair and that light dress, she seemed to have strolled out of an Art Nouveau poster. I know I can't do this, I love Anna... But I'm weak, Jake. I'm weak and I'll fuck it all up. Even if it's a trap, there will come a time when I'll turn into a brute. Right there on the dance floor, when she turned her back to me..." 

I stopped talking to avoid telling that I almost kissed her neck, pulled her panties aside, opened my trousers and fucked her right there, among all those people. That I pictured myself doing it slowly, a little deeper each hump, in a way which would make it look like — in my dreams — we were only dancing. 

The fantasy started causing embarrassing effects, not for the first time in that week. It was time to change the subject.

"I'm no good. My wife doesn't deserve what I'm doing to her," I admitted.

"Then you should avoid this woman."

"As if it was an easy thing to do. Last afternoon, Anna's cell phone rang while she was driving and I had to answer. It was April. She wanted to know what were our plans for that evening, so I made up that we would be at home watching a movie." 

"There you go."

"Right. Then she asked me what I would be doing on Thursday. In shock, I laughed nervously and said I didn't know."

Replaying the scene, I once again tried to imagine whether Anna had been suspicious of that conversation, and once again considered the possibility that maybe she already knew exactly what April had called her — or me, since she wouldn't be available — for. That's when another phone rang, the one in the office, and soon Jake came into my sight to check the caller ID on the table in front of the divan.

"Sorry. I have to answer this," he said. 

It seemed something serious. His facial expression changed during the brief call.

"It's an emergency. I'm so sorry. I have to leave as soon as possible," he told me right after hanging up.

"Alright. Is it very bad?"

"I don't know yet. I hope not. Oh, and we will reschedule our session, don't worry."

I agreed, despite grumbling to myself that I didn't want another session. I needed that one. I was even more tense than before, tense and frustrated. As I was leaving the building, I turned left without knowing why and walked aimlessly until stopping next to a bar. What I had not finished saying to Jake was that April had quietly given me her whereabouts at eight o'clock Thursday evening and that I was thinking about going there, even if only to ask her to stop teasing me. 

The hardest part was to avoid Anna at night. In that state of mind, if I made love to her it would be thinking about the other woman, and that I didn't want to do. But I kept getting aroused just at the memory of April dancing in the club. I tried to calm myself down in the shower, tried to think of a solution, tried to ask the closest friends for advice. None of this changed what, in fact, was already more than resolved in my mind. 

The rest of the week dragged on endlessly — no news, all expectations. And, on the big night, there I was at the bar of the chosen pub, watching the bartender prepare drinks. I had gone straight from office and had been drinking non-stop since seven o'clock, even though I had promised myself not to deal with this under the influence of alcohol. It was already getting to my head when I realized fingers jamming through my hair, holding up firmly and gently pulling my head back, then sideways. There was not a look, nor a word. She simply did whatever she wanted to, as she did from the very beginning, and I had no strength to say "no, I'm married".

"Damn... Now it's all fucked up, it's just hopeless," I murmured to myself instead of giving her the rehearsed speech. 

I paid the bill, left my half finished beer and we snuck into the first cab that passed by. Within minutes, we were alone in a motel suite, where she began to undress. It was a strange version of the striptease I longed for, as there was no music, dance or smiles, but no less exciting. When she was finally naked, I went down on my knees and hugged her... No, I grabbed her, grabbed her as if she would run away at any moment. I kissed her belly, her thighs, her legs, her feet. Those delicate feet... She lift one of them, ran its fingers over my mouth and put it on my shoulder, spreading her legs before my eyes as I watched amazed of what was about to happen. My cock so hard it was aching. My mouth watering in anticipation. 

Without using my hands, I went all the way up her inner thigh, licked her wet pussy lips, parted them with the tip of my tongue and teased her clit. I wanted to suck it, but couldn't help licking her juices instead. The taste was very faint, a bit salty, so good that I instinctively started moving in and out in search of every drop. Fucking her slit with my tongue, massaging her clit with my finger, while she held my hair and looked at me from above with a somewhat ironic smile of approval to what I was doing. But gradually the smile faded away, her breath became irregular and the pressure at the back of my head increased. Her whole body looked tensed up now. I could tell she was about to cum and, as she did, her legs trembled a little bit. 

She closed them, pulled my tie and so dragged me to the bed, making me crawl. Asked me to put a condom on, and guess whether I had bought some for us on my way to the pub? A woman that gorgeous flirting like crazy, how could anyone not go for that? No, it's a lie. I didn't have to do shit. I wanted to. Because I'm a slut. 

That's what I was telling myself while looking for the condoms in my wallet in the living room, right before hearing a cell phone. I confess it took me a while to recognize the ring tone of my own device, because I couldn't understand how I had forgotten to turn it off. I immediately ran back to the room, but, to my surprise, April had already answered the call.

And, even before seeing the disdainful look on her face, I knew who was across the line.

Unfaithful



David poured a scotch from the mini bar and sat down on the bed watching his wife carol finish her make up.

He watched her glide the crimson lipstick across her full lips, her long blonde hair hanging straight down her slender back.

That new dress cost him a fortune, shoulder strap fasteners with a low front, it couldn’t be worn with a bra, “spoil the look” she had said, her full 36c breasts filled the front and he could see her large nipples pressing into the fabric

“Be a dear and light me a cigarette “she asked him as she brushed rouge across her cheeks.

He handed it to her and she held it between her long crimson nails and putting it to her lips, inhaled deeply. Blowing a long stream of smoke out she put it in the ash tray and continued with her make up.

The side split in the dress opened as she crossed her long legs to show the top of her silk thigh high stockings, he had watched her glide them onto her legs earlier, watched her slip into a lace blue thong watched how it sank between her legs, whisps of her blonde pubic hair peeking out from the sides and skip around the room in nothing more than her stockings, her thong and a pair of 3” stiletto heel blue pumps dancing to the hotel radio music.

She stood, picked up her cigarette, inhaled and asked “how do I look?”

She looked so sexy, and she knew it.

They were at the hotel with three other couples, three girlfriends of Carols and their husbands. David didn’t really know these men, he knew Wayne from the gym where he trained and had been to a bar with him a couple of times, but had agreed to the dinner and dancing in the hotels night club to please his wife.

David found dinner boring, carol and her friends chatted to him and the other husbands but he somehow felt out of it.

He noticed Wayne paying her more attention than he was comfortable with. Even flirting with carol and dancing with her more than with his own wife, and they seemed to dance over the far side of the floor, past the crush of bodies swaying and writhing to the music, where David couldn’t see them.

He seemed very familiar with where he rested his hand when he leaned in to chat with her. Always his hand would rest just above her knee on the inside of her thigh. Carol seemed not to notice so David said nothing.

He was drinking from carols glass from time to time, always making sure it was from where Carol had left a lipstick ring on the rim, and occasionally he would pick her cigarette up from the astray and smoke it.

David went to the mens room, from his cubicle he could hear Wayne and one of the other husbands talking, and he nearly let them know he was there until he heard the other man say that he thought carol looked stunning.

He heard Wayne say “Oh yes, If I’m lucky I’ll fuck her tonight, “ both men laughed, Wayne went on “can just imagine my big fat cock sliding into her sweet little pussy, bet she gets so fucking wet”, laughing again.

They left and David came out, a sick feeling starting in his stomach, he had to get carol out of here. He knew she would have no idea about any of what he had heard. They had to get out.

“Don’t be ridiculous David, I’m enjoying myself go and have a walk outside if you’re not feeling well “

David daren’t tell her what he had heard in the men’s room, the last thing he wanted was to cause a scene with so many people around. He had tried telling her he wasn’t feeling well but she wasn’t having any of it. The worst thing was he had to leave alone and follow her suggestion and have a walk to cover up his lie.

He decided to go to their room and lie down, decide what to do.

He ordered a bottle of scotch from room service, deciding to get hammered, just worrying and waiting. Of course nothing would happen, if the man tried, Carol would slap his face, she wasn’t like that, she had never been unfaithful in all their 12 years of marriage. He decided he was worrying for nothing, he laughed to himself. That was it, it was just boasting by Wayne.

He took his drink onto the room’s balcony and sat looking out at the cities lights.

David went inside the room, sitting in the chair deciding to wait for an hour or so and rejoin the party. He must have dozed off because he heard voices outside of the door, it was Carol and a mans voice, he jumped up and for some unexplainable reason decided to hide.

He settled himself inside the built in closet and slid the door to just as he saw the bedroom door open. Carol came in followed by Wayne.

“He’s not here “she said, “Thanks for coming to look for him with me, that was sweet of you Wayne.”

“Happy to help “Wayne replied.

Carol went and stood in front of the dressing table mirror and to David’s horror he saw Wayne lock the door.

Carol, looking in the mirror, slid her lipstick across her lips.

She lit a cigarette and turned to face Wayne

Wayne was standing very close, a smile on his face. “That was nice what you did in the elevator Carol “

“You mean this” she replied, and pecked him on his lips.

“Well that and the other thing too”

“Do it again for me”

Carol smiled at him and holding her dress raised it until David could see her stocking tops.

Wayne looked down between her legs, then leaned to his right and slid his hand onto her stockinged thigh.

Carols face looked mesmerised as she allowed Wayne to slide his hand all the way up her thigh.

“Lift it higher Carol” he said.

She did, David could now clearly see her thong, so could Wayne, David watched as his wife closed her eyes and Wayne cupped her pussy with his large hand.

Lost from his view now, Wayne’s large frame was almost completely covering his view of his wife; David could only imagine what the man was doing between carols legs.

She moaned loudly as David saw Wayne’s arm moving in and out, he imagined the man had his fingers inside her pussy and was fingering her in and out.

With his other hand he undid the strap holding her dress on her right shoulder, the dress fell down exposing Carol’s right breast and nipple which was clearly aroused.

His rough fingers pulled and twisted her nipple sending tremors through her body. She was moving her hips in time to his fingers, pushing back at him.

“We should go Wayne, the others”

He stopped her with his lips, roughly kissing her. David saw his wife open her crimson lips, accepting Wayne’s tongue to lick and slide inside.

His hand left her breast and started to undo his belt and pants. His pants fell to the floor along with his boxers exposing the longest cock David had ever seen. 

It wasn’t fully erect yet but was already longer and thicker than his.

David was horrified, his wife was going to be fucked with that monster, it would hurt her, he was sure.

Wayne began to slide carols panties down her thighs, “take them off” he said.

Carol leaned on his chest with her hand and slid the thong down her legs and off one foot, then the other, the material catching on her stiletto.

She freed it and bunching the silk in her palm let them fall to the floor.

David watched, fascinated, the only protection between his beautiful little wife and that monsters huge cock was now lying crumpled on the floor.

Wayne’s hand returned to her now very wet pussy, his fingers immediately slipping inside her making her moan loudly.

Carol spread her legs wider and squatted slightly to allow her lover better access to her cunt.

Her bottom was resting against the edge of the dressing table; David could see where it dug into her creamy white skin. Carol couldn’t move away from where the man had her. David watched Wayne’s cock get harder; her hands were resting against the edge of the table.

Wayne took her cigarette from her and crushed it out, holding her head in his hands he kissed her again, moving forward to let the tip of his un circumcised cock stroke across her thigh.

David watched fascinated as a long trail of pre cum leaked out of the mans cock and trailed across her thigh.

Carol rested her arms on Wayne’s shoulders, Wayne’s cock now stuck out from his body obscenely, curving slightly upwards it looked to be 8” and very very fat.

David watched as he moved closer to his wife.

Sill kissing her, Wayne took his cock in his hand and slid it across her pussy lips, carol moaned into his mouth, David could see her slide her tongue past her crimson lips and search for her lovers tongue.

She held his arm as if to urge him to touch her again. 

“I’m going to fuck you” he grunted at her, “I’m going to fuck you and cum in you”

David was now very hard and his hand was stroking along the length of his cock, he would cum soon, he was sure.

Wayne pulled his foreskin back exposing the large purple mushroom head and positioned it at the entrance of carols tight but very wet cunt.

David saw him push forward; the head forced itself in, folding his wife’s pussy lips in with it. He pulled out again and rubbed it along her lips again.

“Oh Christ Wayne, that’s fucking wonderful when you do that”

David had never heard his wife use language like that before.

Wayne pushed again, this time with a hand on carols bottom to hold her in place.

David could practically hear a pop as the mans huge cock opened his wife’s cunt, he saw with horror the cock head disappear inside his wife’s body.

Carol was looking down between her legs, looking where they were joined; she had a strange look on her face, a very dirty grin.

She slid her hands onto Wayne’s bottom and lifted her right leg, hooking it on his hip.

This made her open a bit more and as Wayne pushed, more of his cock slid into her.

She was kissing him again, he started to fuck into her, short stabs, pulling out and pushing further in.

David saw the creamy white ring round the mans cock every time he pulled out.

She was kissing his neck now; Wayne’s only intention was impaling this little slut on his cock. He sucked her tongue, licked her lips, anything to make her wetter and open up for him.

Loud moans were coming from deep within her, Wayne was grunting every time he pushed into her.

“AAAhhhhhhhhhh” he grunted,”Im all the fucking way in you now”

David couldn’t see anymore where they were joined, he could only see a mesh of pubic hair, soft and blonde against course and black.

“Christ you’re sooo fucking tight” Wayne was cursing now with every thrust, carols could only hang on as her body was pushed up against the table from the fucking she was getting from this man.

She lifted her other leg and wrapped it round his waist, she started humping her hips sliding herself up and down this beautiful cock that was very soon going to bring on her first orgasm.

David watched, his own cum now covering his hand, as her high heel shoes crossed behind Wayne’s waist. Wayne was now holding her tight to him, his huge strong arms completely wrapped round her.

Her bare breast jumped up and down at every thrust, Wayne leaned down and started to love bite her breast, she screamed with the pain as he bit and sucked.

David watched as the bruise began to come through.

Wayne was close now, Carol grunted “OOOHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh “as her orgasm washed through her, her lips on his, kissing, tonguing him, giving herself to him. All the time the hard cock fucking her, they kissed through her orgasm.

Wayne gripped her tighter, he grunted an animal growl from deep within himself, David saw his buttock clench, the muscles contracting as the sperm flowed out of the end of his hard cock deep into his wife’s tight wet cunt.

Wayne thrust inside her three more times, short stabs, making sure all his semen was gushing into her.

Then held her tight, his cock still buried deep.

David could see where their pubic hair was matted together with their combined cum.

He watched as his wife’s lovers cum started to leak out past the base of the softening cock.

They kissed deeply, passionately, like lovers.

They stayed locked together for what seemed like hours, kissing, Wayne making slow fucking movements in and out of her, more and more of his cum leaking out and dripping onto the carpet.

Finally she let her legs fall, Wayne’s cock softer now plopped out of her wide open pussy, David saw a large black hole where Wayne’s cock had just been, the entrance brimming with his wife’s lovers semen.

The cum was running down her leg onto her stocking top, she looked down as Wayne wiped the sticky end of his cock on her pubic hair. Carol cupped her hand between her legs and went into the bathroom.

Wayne dressed himself and waited for her, she sat at the dresser and fixed her make up and David watched them kiss one last time and leave.

He couldn’t believe what had just happened, he had just watched another man fuck his wife and he did nothing.

He washed himself and went down to join the others.

They were sat chatting and drinking and carol was smoking. Wayne was sat close to her.

“Here you are darling” she said, kissing David’s lips.

“Drink my friend?” Wayne handed David a large scotch, he seemed to be grinning at him.

“Where were you David” asked carol.

“Asleep on the balcony of our room, but I had a really weird dream, I dreamt you were fucking another man in our room and I could do nothing to stop you. But the thing is I loved it.”

Carol smiled and glanced over at Wayne.

They got up to dance.

David saw the love bite on her breast; he could smell the sex on her, his hand between her legs confirmed what he already knew.

Her pussy was very wet and slippery and very open.

He looked at her and smiled.

“Anytime you want to carol, its ok with me. As long as you come back to me and I get what’s mine.”

She kissed him and smiled, already planning her next fuck with Wayne or anyone else she wanted.

I always welcome comments, this is only my second story.



Unfaithful



As I sit here fuming, the clouds have the nerve to look fluffy and float by with out a care in the world. Who do they think they are, being all full of life when I feel like I have been shot dead in the heart? I start my car and start to drive. I need to see that fucker face-to-face for myself.

An hour a go I found out that not only is my husband of 15 years cheating on me, but he has been cheating the whole time. The dirty bastard! Seems he prefers to have a submissive at his beck and call. I guess I was just the cover story.

I started my day innocent enough. I had a presentation with a potential client and I needed to map quest the address that was given to me by their secretary. Since my husband had left his account up and open on the computer, I thought it was no big deal if I used his id.

I was sending the directions to my PDA when his instant messenger pinged. I would have thought nothing about it, if it hadn't been for the message itself:

whiteslutNeedsBLKCK:"May I remove the anal plug now, Master?"

WHAT THE FUCK? May I remove the...WHAT? I thought well, this has to be a mistake. I will just let them know so that they don't embarrass themselves further with more details. I thought of something tactful to respond to the message.

BLK_ZEUS:"I am sorry but you must have the wrong person. Sounds like fun, though. Enjoy your day."

I thought that would be the end of it but the person wrote back.

whiteslutNeedsBLKCK:"LOL. Will, you are such a joker! But really, I feel like I need to have some time on the potty and I can't do it with this huge plug up my ass. I promise that I will put it back in before you get back over here."

Will? WILL? AS IN MY FUCKING HUSBAND, WILL? That dirty muthafuckin' bastard! I can't believe this shit. I almost went out and spent a couple of grand on a new pair of golf clubs for Father's Day.

I had to get my composure together. This person obviously knew my husband and had been with him at least one time. I didn't know how to proceed but I knew I wanted to know what the hell was going on.

BLK_ZEUS:"Yeah. LOL. You know I like a good joke. Go ahead and take it out if it is that bad." I was scrounging, trying to figure out what to say to find out a little more about their situation. "What time did I say I was coming back?

whiteslutNeedsBLKCK: "You are always so forgetful, Will. You said you would be back over after you went to see your dad and drop off your Father's Day gift. Don't forget you are bringing the wine for dinner. My dad loved the one you brought to the cookout at their house last weekend. My parents are looking forward to seeing you again."

I start to hyperventilate. I think an artery in my eye wants to pop. My gosh, I think hives are starting on my chest! I can't take this. But, if I really wanna know, I have to finish this out.

BLK_ZEUS: "Hey, I forgot all about the wine. Text your address to this number and let them know I told you to get them to send over a bottle of my favorite wine. The wine will probably beat me there."

Of course I put my cell number in. Sure enough, there was a text from a number I didn't recognize coming though to my cell phone in less than a minute. I couldn't believe she gave me her information so fast. I called to reschedule with my potential client, citing family illness. There was no way I was not going over to this woman's home.

The message, along with her address, includes her name and number along with directions if I got lost. Bitch, you are around the fucking corner. You don't even know how lost I am not getting.

Taking a deep breathe, I remind myself: OK. She is not a bitch. She probably doesn't even know about you. Don't make this about her. It is about that bitch-made muthafucker that you are married to, at the moment. At the moment..? My heart skips a beat. Then I think about it. Yeah, at the moment.

Ten minutes later I pull up to her home, bottle in hand. From her message, I know that my husband is supposed to be there around the same time. I make sure that I park my car in front of someone else's home so that he wouldn't notice it.

Janelle, that is the bitch's, uh...I mean 'chick's' name. Her home looks normal enough. Pink awnings that make me wanna throw up all over her ugly pink flamingos. But, this isn't about me and her. So, I man up and ring the doorbell.

When the door is answered, it is not Janelle. It is a tall, white guy. He kinda reminds me of the tall guy that was on Northern Exposure when it was still on TV. John Corbett was that actor's name. He didn't even ask my name as he welcomed me in. "Hey, please bring that on out back. We have been waiting on you."

Taken aback, I let him lead me though Janelle's pink house, past all the soft pink walls and dark pink furniture onto the patio. I have never been so happy to see green grass before in my life. As my eyes are adjusting to color, folks start coming up to me and smiling and introducing themselves.

The last person to come up was Janelle. "Hey, Crystal. It is so nice to finally meet you." She envelopes me in a big hug. How can someone smell pink? I take a moment to look at her. Why is he cheating on me with this big white woman who is so damn pink? I just can't get this one.

I can't believe the whole clan of them know me. How in the hell do they know me? Is that muthafucker Will so kinky that he has been planning to introduce me to a life of swinging and swapping? Nasty bastard!

"Uh...Hi. But, I have to know, how do you all know me?" I try not to look if I am completely on the defensive.

Janelle comes up to put her arms around me for another tight, pink squeeze. "When Will finally popped the question, he showed me pictures of all his family. He told me that since you were his favorite sister, you guys had a lot of pictures together." She is just smiling and hugging. Hugging and smiling.

I think I am going to be sick. "When do you expect Will?" As soon as the words are coming out of my mouth, who is coming through the back door but Will. That dirty rotten rat bastard, Will.

Through all the "hi's" and "hey Will's", I move toward him in a daze. He sees me and his whole face goes slack. I turn to the crowd of Janelle's family. I don't want him to be able to pull me away before I let them know the real deal.

"Everyone, I am not Will's sister. I am his wife. I have been his wife for 15 years." The crowd falls silent in various states of shock. "Will and I have four children together. He does not have any sisters and only one brother who is in prison for raping boys." I see Will heading for me with eyes furious. Fuck him. I am getting this out. "I just found out today when I was in our home on our computer that he is putting butt plugs up Janelle's ass." I turned to Janelle. "It was me you talked to on the computer. It was my phone that you sent your address to."

Will tries to yank me into the house, but the sexy John Corbett look-alike stops him. "Hey Will, man, is this true? Is this your wife? Have you been lying to our family all this time?"

Before Will can deny anything, I pull out my wallet, showing my name and pictures of our lives together over the past 15 years. "See here. My name is Crystal King-Darnell on my driver's license. My name wouldn't be hyphenated if I were his sister. These are pictures of our children." I start to break down and cry. "This is a picture from my wedding day that I carry with me all the time." I start to crumple over with sobs.

As the John Corbett look alike tries to comfort me and help me gather up my pictures of my family, Janelle comes over to me. "I am sorry. I really thought you were his sister. I didn't know." She looks at Will, who looks as if he stuck in a bad version of the Twilight Zone. "I can't believe he looked into my face and lied to me like that." She looks back at me. "I am hurt and I know you are too. But, I must warn you. Although he hurt me, I can't leave him." I hear her father start to shout expletives about how she is not going to stay with Will far off in the background. "He has been my master for almost 15 years. I can't live without him. I know you don't understand. Just know that I am sorry."

Will finally decides it is time to say something. Anything. "Look Crystal, I am sorry. But, don't think you can throw this in my face the next time we fight. White girls are a dime a dozen. I will drop this one and be more discreet next time. That is no reason to throw away our marriage"

I don't really know how it happened or when I went from sitting and sobbing to standing and jabbing. But, the next thing I can remember is standing over Will with my fist balled and him on the ground. Seems I knocked his ass out cold.

*****

Three months later, divorced and feeling a little bit beat up, I still smile when I think of how I hit that piece of shit ex-husband of mine with everything I had.

I am having that flashback and smiling in the middle of Borders bookstore when someone called out my name. I look up and found myself staring into the eyes of the John Corbett look-alike from Janelle's party.

I feel so embarrassed on about a gazillion levels. "Uh, hi," is all I manage to mumble and try to pass him without holding a conversation.

He makes a move to stop me "Wait,". My skin is crawling thinking how much I don't want to wait. "I need to apologize for the circumstances under which we met."

I look at him incredulously. "No, no. It is me who needs to apologize. I need to apologize to your whole family for making a scene during a family get together. What happened had nothing to do with you all. I didn't have the right to disrupt your day like that." There, I said it. I apologized to someone in Janelle's family. I smile up at him ruefully. "And, after all, you all did cover for me when the cops came."

We laugh at that. Will got so mad about being cold cocked by me that he tried to press charges against me. Every single person at Janelle's home, including Janelle, told the officers that Will ran into a low tree branch.

"That was the right thing to do. My mom said she woulda kneed him in the groin while he was down if she were you. You are a heroine in my family's eyes." He gestures to the counter serving up hot pastries and yummy coffees. "May I buy you a coffee or a bagel?"

I try to gently extricate myself from the situation. "Thank you for the offer but I just came in to grab a quick book and head back home. I am not dressed for public really." I glance down at my attire. In my yoga pants and "Just Did It" tee-shirt, along with my pony tail, I look more like one of my teen-aged daughters. "Besides, I don't even know your name." I smile what I hoped would be a nice goodbye smile.

"Greg." He held out his hand to me. It was huge. "My name is Greg Saunders."

At 5'5, I am not exactly a midget. But, I felt like it as his big paw engulfs my little hand. Add that to looking up a foot or more into his eyes and I feel like a Lilliputian. "It is nice to know your name, Greg. But, I still can't stay." No matter how sexy I think you are. "Thank you very much for the offer though."

I smile and head to the counter to pay for my books. Too bad his is Janelle's brother. I laugh to myself. Heck, if he wasn't, he would be completely doable. Yeah, baby!

I am thinking about what to unthaw for dinner tonight as I walk to the car. Since my older girls, Tiffany and Diane, discovered boys, dinner has become an iffy affair. Always about what they won't eat and what it will do to their waistlines. Pul-lease! At least my two younger ones haven't fallen into that tr...

"Hey Crystal!" I turn around and there is Greg, holding my purse. "You might wanna take this home with you. I picked it up and thought it matched your eyes." He smiled at his own joke.

I am mortified yet again. How in the heck could I get so air-brained that I forgot my purse. At least Greg was nice enough to bring it out to me. After being blown off, I don't know that I would have done that. "Oh Greg! You are a life saver! I don't know what I would have done if I had lost my purse!" I reach out for my purse and give him a little hug. "Thank you."

Greg smiles down at me. "In some cultures, when someone saves your life, you are indebted to them until you save theirs, Pretty Brown Eyes." He still has his arm slightly around me. I can feel sexy coming off of him. Yum! But I know I can't play with this particular fire.

"Tempting. Quite tempting." I run through all my excuses that I usually use for not going out with a guy. I know instinctively that none of those will work this time, though. "Honestly Greg, I think you are sexy guy. But, I don't think I can get past how you and I met." There. I said it.

"That is too bad. You are a sexy woman. Very sexy. Just because you used to be married to a jerk and I have a sex addict for a sister shouldn't keep us from getting to know each other." He pulls out his card. "Tell you what. Why don't we email or become pen pals or phone buddies? I have a brilliant personality." He smiles with all his teeth showing and waggles his eyebrows outrageously.

I know that if I don't agree, I am going to be here talking to him for another half an hour. So, I take the card and agree to think about it. I know I am not going to call him. Heck, reader, even you know that I am not going to call him.

*****

OK. Before you think I just gave in and called him, let me tell you my side. This is what had happened.

I was at home, minding my own business and cooking dinner when Will The Bastard (that is his official name now, as far as I am concerned) called the house for the children.

It seems that the company that he works for got tickets for a concert that all the kids had been bugging me to take them to. Had I answered the phone and the kids didn't know who it was, I would have cursed him out and played crazy when the kids checked the caller id. (Yes, reader, my ass is still a tad bit bitter.) But, they were there being their nosy selves. So, I had to let them talk to him. And, as much as I hated it, I had to let my girls go with their dad for the night. I mean, I can be a bitch to him, easy. But, I can't tell my girls no.

That is why I was at home on a Friday evening all by myself with nothing to do. Then, the girls called to say they were doing a sleep over at their dad's that night. That really is what had happened.

So, I thought, what the hell? I haven't been to the spa in a few weeks. Let me mosey on down and do a spa hour or two for myself.

After being at the spa from six in the evening until they closed at ten, I was all milky soft and pampered from head to toe. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is where I went wrong.

I went home and through on some Miles Davis. I sat on the bed, naked as a jaybird. Take out was sounding good. I had a menu from the Chinese take out place from work in my purse. I had to dump my purse on my bed to find it. Seems my purse was collecting quite a bit of paper these days.

I never found that menu. But, I did run across Greg's number. Tall, sexy, with the big hands, Greg. Yum! I mean...uhh...

Anyways, so I was sitting there, sipping on some Chablis and trying not to look at Greg's card. Well, mostly pretending to sip and fooling myself about not looking at Greg's card. I already had the number memorized.

Around 11:30, I thought, OK, Crystal, this is ridiculous. Just call the guy. He sounded lonely. Maybe he just wants to talk.

Yeah. Mr. Yum wants to talk. OK Crystal...keep lying to yourself.

After having this silly conversation with myself, I called him. I had planned how I was going to leave a message on his answering service. I was going to be so clever. I was going to ....

"Hello," Greg sounded so sexy over the phone. Yum-my! I could hear the gravel in his voice even over the phone lines. "Hello? Anyone there?"

"Oh, yeah. Hello," I tried to make a graceful recovering. "Sorry about that. I didn't hear you say hello." Or just be a goof...whatever. "I just thought I would call the guy who saved my life by returning my purse." A pregnant pause. "This is, uh, Crystal, by the way."

I heard Greg laugh into the phone. "I know who it is. I am just surprised you called." I heard him rustling around on the other end. "I was hoping that you would call."

My palms were sweaty and I was becoming a little queasy. Too much Chablis. "You know, why don't I call you in the morning. This was too late for me to call." I suddenly felt awkward and wanted to just sleep this feeling off.

Before I could gracefully distract myself from this ill placed phone call, Greg made a suggestion. "Look, I know you still feel weird about how we met. But, why don't we just go for a drive and talk about it and clear the air. That way, we can be friends and not feel weird. I want to be your friend."

The way he said friend, I knew he didn't want to be girlfriends. It had been a long time since a guy wanted to be my friend. Too long. Suddenly I was feeling old and lonely and divorced and unwanted. It was nice to feel wanted again.

Before I knew it, I had agreed to a drive. "But just one drive," I told him. I didn't want him to think this was going to be an all the time thing.

*****

Sitting here in his convertible Porsche, I don't know why I am here. Surely because a guy gets your motor running a little bit doesn't mean you should go driving with him. Not in the middle of the night to a lake with a full moon shining and the crickets singing.

Stormin' Norman Brown is crooning to me softly, along with the crickets. I thought Greg would be talking my head off. Instead, he is drawing light circles on the inside of my palm and being quiet.

I break the silence. I can't just sit there. "Greg..."

"Shh..." He moves my head over to his chest. "Just listen to the music and feel the breeze."

And I do.

And it is so seductive how the wind caresses my skin. It sound be against the law how the wind mingles my perfume and Greg's cologne to make a new scent of its own. Greg's heart is beating so strong and true, I find myself preferring that beat over the sound of Stormin' Norman. I drift off, lulled by the thump-thump.

I feel like I am on a deserted island when I wake up. The sky, inky black, twinkles all her stars, just for me. I can feel the cool breeze coming off the lake, makes my skin goosebump. I can feel Greg's...Whoa, hold up. Wait a minute! I shouldn't feel anything of Greg's because I am at home.

Then I look up and Greg is holding me and looking down at me with a tender smile. When he knows that I am fully awake, he kisses me. I don't know if even that is the word for what he is doing. It is so soft, I almost can't feel his lips. It is like his breath is caressing mine. I slowly slide my tongue out to barely caress his lip. His tongue comes out to barely caress me back.

I pull back a little to look up at him. He looks down at me and grins that sexy half-grin that he has. I reach my hands up slowly and pull his face back to mine. His lips and mine meet firmly this time. Both giving. Both taking.

I can feel his arms encircling me, making me feel warm inside. His body, heated in contrast to the cool night air, feels so solid beneath me. As I move my hands up to his silky brown hair, I enjoy feeling the softness run through my fingers.. So different than what I am used to but feeling so right.

Greg starts to work his way down my neck, finding all of my spots to suck and gently nibble. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he finds a particularly erotic spot. I moan softly against his hair.

My silk tank top, perfect for a summer's night drive, seems to be in the way. Greg is trying to go lower to kiss and lick my skin, but the silk is not moving. I start to take off my shirt. But before I can get a good grip on it, Greg starts to suck my nipples through my shirt and my bra. I can feel him nibbling on them and it feels marvelous. My vaginal lips are swelling and I can feel moisture forming from the excitement. My fingers forgot what they were going to do, but Greg's didn't.




Unfaithful



He starts to slide his big tan hands, rough with a callous or two, up my midsection and under my shirt. I feel his fingers pulling at my nipples. Twisting and turning, he is heating me up even more.

I can't take it and find myself acting like a wanton as I hurriedly pull my tank top over my head and slide my bra straps to the side. Before I can do it myself, he has my bra undone and is looking at my breasts.

I never felt they were special, just big. But now, seeing how Greg was looking at them, I never felt more sexy. Watching Greg slowly circle each nipple with his long tongue is erotic. I can't tell you how turned on I am as his teeth graze the sensitive skin of my aureoles. Even tanned, he looks pale against my dark brown nipples. My breasts are overflowing in his hand. He takes his time to enjoy every bit of my breasts.

I try to touch him. I want to caress him. He stops me. "Lay here. I want to make love to you. I want to worship your body." He starts to kiss my navel and suck on it. "Let me worship your luscious dark body."

Before I can say yea or nay, his hand is under my short jean skirt. My thong is pulled to the side and I can feel him rubbing my clitoris. Not hard or rough, but like he really wants me to enjoy it. I can feel my love pouring out on his hand. Right when I think I am moments away from the best orgasm of my life, he stops.

"Wait, I have an idea". Greg gets out of the car and starts around to my door.

I am thinking "no wait. Why are we waiting" when he pulls me out of the passenger side. He lays me back on the hood of his Porsche. "Your skin looks incredible against the white of my car, baby," he mumbles before he moves my skirt up to my waist.

Instead of his nimble fingers, he moves back into my special spot with that long tongue. I am so happy no one is out here to hear the things that I am screaming as I cum on his tongue over and over again. I can't believe he is making me come so very much. I can feel the cum running down my full brown ass cheeks and onto his car.

I am on the verge of passing out when he stops just long enough to unzip his jeans and pull himself out. I want to see how he looks and suck him but I can't articulate that because now he is fucking me. Fucking me with the thickest dick I have had in a while. I feel like my insides are being stretched out. It doesn't hurt though. It feels like heaven. My ankles are on his chest and he is holding me up and fucking me as hard as he can.

'Please yes, more more!" I know all the woodland animals know we are here with all the yelling that I am doing. He is moaning and grinding his hips into me, slowly, deep and hard. I can feel his balls tightening up against my ass as he starts to play with my clit again.

I almost throw him off me with the intensity of my orgasm. I feel like I have peed on myself, I came so hard. Greg stopped pumping while I came and just held me.

But, when I stopped shaking, Greg lay me back against that white car and fucked me so hard and rough, I knew I could fall in love with him fucking me. I started to talk dirty to him. I wanted him to cum as hard as I did.

"Fill my black pussy with your hot cum. Give me all of that dick. You know you want to cum for me." Greg started to grunt and growl as he fucked me. I know he was on his way to cumming hard.

I start to play with my nipples. "Will you please fuck me harder? I would love it if you came on my pretty black titties and let me lick your hot cum off of them. You want me to lick your cum off my chocolate nipples don't you?"

Greg's eyes got big and he grabbed me hard as he emptied all of his sperm inside of me. When I knew that he had gave me all he had, I slipped down the the ground and sucked my cum and his off of his dick. I looked up at him, mouth full of dick, playing with my pussy. I felt his dick jerk again. I knew we were just getting started.

*****



Unfaithful



Ryan had just made it back to the couch, drink in hand as his phone beeped. 

"Busy?" the message said. It was from Lacey, an old friend that he had been close to for some time. 

"Nope. Watching baseball" he replied to her. 

"Alone?" she responded. 

"Of course. You okay?" he texted back.

A second later, the intercom to his apartment buzzed. 

"It's me Ryan" Lacey's voice came over the speaker, and it was apparent she was upset. 

"I'll be down in a second" he said as he started down the stairs.

He reached the door and he could see Lacey standing outside, visibly upset. Her blonde hair blew around in the brisk evening breeze as a storm front was blowing in. She had a tote over her shoulder, trying to shield it from the light rain that was beginning to fall. He opened the door and she turned and faced him. She had been crying. Her eyeliner was running and her eyes were red. 

"I'm sorry I didn't call you before" she started "but Eric and I got into a huge fight and I had to get out." Her voice was on the verge of breaking as they reached the door to his apartment. 

"It's ok. You know you're always welcome" he said as he gave her a hug. She clung to him as she fought the tears. He felt terrible for her.

She stepped out of her sandals and dropped her bag at the front door, and headed to the couch. He sat next to her and turned the TV down. Baseball wasn't that important he told himself as he pushed the record button. 'Besides, I can DVR it.' he thought to himself. 

"So what happened?" he asked as she sat there fidgeting with her rings, before taking them off. 

"It's her again. Danielle broke up with her fiancé so she's been wanting to spend time 'talking' to Eric. When I told him I didn't like it because of everything that had happened before, he blew up. We got into a huge argument." 

"I see" Ryan responded, as he took a sip of his drink. "Oh, I'm nice" he started sarcastically. "Would you like something?" he asked her.

"Sure. Mix it up" she said with a half smile that made him laugh. Even when she was sad or upset, he always could make her at least crack a smile.

He mixed her a drink (but took it easy on the alcohol content since she is a self-proclaimed lightweight) and headed back to the living room. She was furiously texting on her phone as he came back up. She looked up at him with a fired expression as she sent the message. 

"He's such an ass" she said as she switched the ringer off. "He said that he was going out with people from work and she was going to be there. I told him to get fucked." she said as she accepted the drink. She started to tear up. "Of course, he probably will now that I said that.. I'm so stupid!" she said as she contemplated sending him another message. She decided against it. "Well, I guess I'll know tomorrow where things stand." 

Over the next hour, he let her vent about everything. He'd offer an opinion or advice as she asked for it, and once she settled down, her cute smile returned again. 

He kept wondering to himself how he was able to have her as a friend. They had first met when she was 19. They'd been friends ever since. Initially, they were friends with benefits, but over the years, they had actually become close friends. She was adorable. Not breathtaking, but still cute. She was about 5'3, blonde, with beautiful hazel eyes that were always full of expression. He caught himself tuning her out accidentally with thoughts of what he wanted to do to her running through her head.

"Okay, so now that I made you miss the entire ball game and ruined your night..." She said as she started to stand up and head for the door. 

"You didn't ruin my night" he said as he stood to meet her. "Where are you going?" he asked. 

"I don't know" she replied, the emotion in her voice too apparent. She stepped forward and hugged him again, her body pressed firmly against his. He held her tightly and he could feel her frustration. 

"Don't leave" he said as she looked up at him. They stared at each other for a moment as he leaned in and kissed her forehead. "You shouldn't be driving when you're upset. And the weather is bad" he said quietly as he nodded toward the window and the thunder rolling outside. 

She watched the rain for a minute and turned back to him as lightning struck nearby and the power flickered. "You're right" she agreed. He leaned in again and kissed her lips, slowly. He could feel her react to his kiss as he pulled away. 

"I'm sorry" he said as he released her and stepped back. For an instant, he felt that he was taking advantage. 

"Don't be." she replied. "I wasn't protesting."

A loud crack echoed through the air and the lights went out. He felt her jump as the lights went out. He still held on to her, his hands on her hips.

She stepped forward and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on her toes to reach him. She pressed against him again as he responded. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants as she pressed her hips against him.

He pulled her down onto his lap on the couch, and she straddled him. His hands ran over her back, her hips, her ass, back to her breasts, and down her sides. He ran his fingers through her hair as the kissing continued. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and soon she slowly began rocking her hips back and forth over his growing erection. His fingers reached for the buttons on her shirt, undoing them swiftly, revealing her soft pink bra. His mouth ventured from hers, down her neck, across her collarbone and to her breasts as he pulled the cups down to reveal them. Her small pink nipples were already hard and she gasped as he took them one by one into his mouth. 

She ran her nails down his chest through his shirt, and reached for the tent in his jeans that she was on top of. Her fingers traced the outline of his manhood straining against the denim. He groaned softly. "Keep that up and you're going to have to do something about it." he teased. She looked at him defiantly as she stood up. 

She dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for the zipper. As she undid his pants, she reached for the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down. His cock was standing at full attention as she looked up at him. "Lacey, I was only joking -- "he started, but was cut off as she took him into her mouth. 

She bobbed up and down, taking most of him with each move. Her hand wrapped around it intently and she matched motions with her mouth and her hand. Her tongue swirled around the head, around the shaft, she would pull it out and lightly blow on it before taking it all the way down her throat. He groaned from time to time as she worked him over. 

After about fifteen minutes, he stopped her. He was about to blow his load in her mouth and he remembered that she had told him she wasn't good at swallowing. She stood up and leaned over his lap to kiss him again. 

He reached forward and undid her belt and her jeans and pushed them to the floor. She stepped out of them, revealing her pink and purple striped bikinis. Not what he was used to seeing out of her. The previous times, she had always worn thongs for him, because that's what he liked. But this wasn't bad either. They were low cut, and still looked good on her. With one hand, he slid the material aside and ran a finger along her smooth shaven pussy. 

She shivered as he touched her, gently at first, then started to explore more. Soon he slid one finger inside her. She was on fire. So tight, so wet. He knew he had to have her. But he wanted to make her beg for it.

He pulled her down on the couch next to him, and pushed her back. he moved so that he was on his knees on the floor, his cock protruding in front of him in agreement with his thoughts. He pulled the underwear off and tossed them next to her jeans on the floor. 

He spread her legs, sliding one finger inside again and lowering his head to her sweet pussy. He slowly moved his finger in a come hither motion, feeling her pulse, and her hips jerk as his tongue slid from her opening to her clit. He took it in his mouth, sucking gently, teasing it with his tongue as she moaned softly in approval. He could feel his dick getting harder by the moment as he tasted her sweet juices. She raised her hips and moaned again as he slid another finger into her. 

"Do you like it, baby?" he asked. 

"Yes" she replied, in a voice that was bordering on a breathless growl. 

"How much do you want?" 

"All of it.. now... I want it all" she cooed, the anticipation obvious in her voice. 

He grabbed her hips and moved her to the edge of the couch. He pulled her down, balancing her hips on the edge of the couch. He rubbed the head of his penis against her, covering it in her wetness. 

"How bad do you want it?" he asked as he slowly started pushing inside her. 

She moaned in response, and pouted as he withdrew from her. "Ryan" she panted "It's not nice to tease."

"But it's so much fun to tease you" he said as he slowly pushed partway in. 

She felt so hot wrapped around him that he couldn't take it any longer. In one swift motion he pushed himself all the way into her. She cried out and he could feel her pussy throbbing around him as she struggled for control. He stayed still for a minute before starting to pump in and out of her, slowly at first and then faster, harder, until she was panting and whimpering in pleasure. 

Her hands reached out for him, her nails digging into his arms. Her moans fueled him more. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her off of the couch and on top of him. 

"That's it... ride it" he growled as he worked her hips. She rocked her hips back and forth, occasionally throwing a circular movement into it. She'd occasionally stop and to slow the pace down a bit, slide off and then slowly slide back down his pole. 

Soon, the feeling of his thickness buried inside of her became too much as she reached orgasm. She dug her nails into his chest, threw her head back and moaned loudly. 

"Fuck yes!" she cried out as her body shook, throbbed and spasmed around him. He thrusted his hips up deep within her. "Ryan... Ryan!!" she cried, struggling to hang on. 

She had totally lost control and he loved every second of it. She collapsed onto his chest, panting. 

He laughed at her softly. "Worn out already?" He asked. He was still rock hard, buried inside of her.

The power flickered back on and the television came back, showing the final of the game. It was 4-2. He reached for the remote and turned it back off, leaving them in dark silence. 

After she caught her breath, she slid off of him and then went straight for his manhood. She took it in her mouth, cleaning all of her juices off of it. She looked up at him as she licked up and down the shaft. He sighed as she took the head into her mouth again. When she finished, she moved up and kissed him again, sliding her tongue into his mouth so that he could taste the semi-sweetness of her fluid on her tongue. 

"So what's next?" she asked, flirtatiously.

He couldn't believe she was totally letting go like this. Without a word, he flipped her over onto her knees, grabbed her hips and thrust his hard member into her. He felt her body tense and her pussy clench onto him. With each thrust, she grew hotter and pulsed more before breaking into all out throbbing as he slammed into her repeatedly. 

"Harder Ryan.. fuck me harder!" Lacey cried out, arching her back and shoving her hips back toward him. 

He groaned as he slammed into her harder, hearing her moans and gasps reaching a fever pitch as he reached for her hair and pulled. 

He could feel her body shaking as he drilled her. She reached out in front of her, sliding her hands on the carpet, raising her hips and pushing back against him. 

He could feel his load boiling inside of him. He wondered if he should stop and shoot it on her, but her moans as she climaxed again changed his mind. He grabbed her hips with both hands, digging his fingers into her soft skin and thrust as hard as he could. Her screams and moans pushed him over the edge and she cried out again as she felt his hot, thick load exploding inside of her. 

"Oh you feel great, Lacey" he moaned as he flooded her.

She sprawled out onto her stomach, and he lay on top of her for a moment. When they both had caught their breath, He moved off of her and she sat up. 

She looked to the side. "I should get a shower and get going" she said "I don't want to outstay my welcome." 

"You're not overstaying" He started. "And you've got to be tired by now" he said, half jokingly. "The last -- two hours have been pretty busy." 

She laughed as she grabbed her bag and walked to the bathroom.

She walked back out to the living room with the towel wrapped around her, her hair wet, slightly curly, hanging at her shoulders. She had washed her makeup off, and her eyes were clearer. She sat next to him on the couch and made idle chit chat about the game he was watching, 2 hours behind air time. 

"I bet they win 4-2" he said as he scanned past commercials. 

"Hmm, I don't know" she said with a smartalec tone. "Want to bet on it?" 

He laughed and asked her what she was bringing to the table. 

"Whatever you want" she said. "Pick something, anything." 

He stopped and thought a moment. He had tomorrow off. No plans. And she was hiding. His mind wandered. "Okay, deal" he said. "I win, you stay all night, and I can have my way with you. You win, you can do whatever you want." 

"Deal" She nodded as she fidgeted with the phone. "I'm lying about where I am right now. Apparently Eric is worried. Oh well. I'll let him think I'm at Dad's and that I'll be back sometime tomorrow." She sent a text and set her phone beside her on the couch. She looked upset. 

"What did you say?" he asked. "At Dad's. Back Tomorrow. Not sure I can do this anymore" she read. 

He put his arm around her and consoled her as best he could. The game was in the final inning and down to the last pitch. "Told you... 4-2. Now pay up" he said with humor in his voice. 

"Okay, you win" she sighed. "But first, I'll be right back" she said as she left the room. She came back a couple minutes later and had ditched the towel for a pair of fleece pants and a tank top. "The towel was getting... cold" she giggled.

They sat up and talked again for another hour or so, and polished off another couple drinks before she finally said she was tired. 

"Sleep in my room" he said. "I'll sleep on the couch." 

"Are you sure?" she asked. "I don't want to feel like I'm putting you out." 

"Not at all" he said as he took her back to the bedroom. 

"Okay, if you're sure it's not a problem." she said as she gave him a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. 

"Goodnight" she said as he headed back to the living room with pillow in hand.

He laid out on the couch in the dark, thinking. About her. That tank top and how he could see the outline of her breasts, no bra. How she smelled after the shower. How innocent she looked. She came out, right here, in just a towel. And I did nothing. She must think I'm crazy! Or maybe she thinks I'm a good friend, interested in more than just the sex. But damn it was good. 

He overanalyzed himself for a little bit and then realized the more he thought about everything, the more aroused he was becoming again. He wanted to have her again. But differently. Slowly. Every other time they'd been together it was always quick. He wanted to explore her, tease her, feel her. Without all the panting, groaning and screaming. His member stirred to life under the blanket, becoming harder with each thought.

Finally he got to the point he couldn't take anymore and started for the bedroom. She was asleep on top of the covers, curled up on her side. He lay down next to her, careful to keep his hardness from pressing against her. He covered her up with a blanket and she stretched a little. 

"How long have you been here?" she asked, sleepily. 

"Just came in. You okay with this?" he asked. 

"Yeah. It's been kind of hard for me to sleep. I feel bad I kicked you out of your own bed." 

"No worries" he replied. He stroked her arm and they talked quietly. He leaned close to her and kissed her bare shoulder. She smelled amazing. Like Orange, and a bit of coconut. He kissed up to her neck, stopping at her cheek. 

"Are you trying to seduce me?" she asked. The longing was obvious in her voice. 

"Possibly." He responded. "Are you wanting to be seduced?" 

"Maybe" she replied, with a tinge of shyness in her voice.

She rolled over to face him, and smiled. She could see the outline of his erection in the dim light that shone into the room. She reached down and traced her finger along it slowly. "I take that as a yes" she whispered. 

He stopped her. "Let me do this." he said as he kissed her, slowly. He had a feeling that she hadn't had someone really pleasure her in a long time. He intended to change that tonight.

"All yours" she said quietly. 

He ran his hands all over her body, caressing her. Her smooth legs, soft skin, nice ass. He took it all in. She sighed happily as he started trailing kisses down her stomach over her shirt. When he reached the bottom of the tank top, he pulled it up with his teeth. He slowly slid his hands up, feeling her heartbeat increase as he reached her breasts. 

She fidgeted a bit in anticipation as his mouth worked up to them. She let loose a small gasp as he gently took each one into his mouth. He pulled the tank top over her head, tossing it aside. He lavished attention on each breast, feeling her body reacting underneath him as he licked, teased and touched her.

He reached for the waistband of the fleece pants she wore and slid them down, running his hand over her legs as he came back up. As his hands reached her inner thigh, he could feel her shake gently as she looked up at him. 

"Just enjoy it." he said quietly. "Just relax and enjoy it." 

She laid her head back down, but still watched him intently. 

He slid his boxers down as he moved between her legs. He slowly ran a finger over her slit. He wanted to make sure she was ready for him. She was moist, and he could feel the heat already coming from her. 

He hovered over her, kissing up her stomach to her neck, to her chin. As he kissed her soft lips, he slowly lowered himself inside her. He felt her kiss change as he entered her. 

He felt the passion and anticipation as she let out a soft moan. He realized he had moaned himself as he came to rest inside of her. The feeling was amazing. So soft, delicate.. it was perfect. 

She adjusted her hips underneath him as he slowly moved in and out of her. He could feel the changes inside of her as she reacted to his hardness. He filled her completely; his head hitting her spot as he slowly pushed in and withdrew from her. Her legs wrapped around his, tilting her hips up a bit, allowing him even deeper. 

She moaned again. He could feel her shaking around him. Her face was flushing pink as her breath quickened. He felt little shudders magnified inside of her as he slowed down his pace even more.

She groaned quietly as he paused for a moment "don't stop... please don't stop." 

"Shh... I'm not" he whispered as he pushed deep inside her. 

He kissed her neck and he felt her pulsing softly around him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up as he leaned back. He held her in place on his lap, slowly grinding her hips against him. A few times she tried to quicken his pace but he stopped her.

"Let me do everything" he said. 

He laid her back down onto the bed and removed himself from her. He lowered his head slowly kissing from her knee up to her thigh, and back down the other leg. She shook in anticipation of where he might go next. 

His tongue came closer to her pussy and her breathing skipped. He slowly licked the length of her slit, gently sliding his tongue into her. Her hips rose at the attention, and another gasp left her lips. 




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"Ryan --" she started, the anticipation hanging on her voice. 

He ignored her as he took her clit into his mouth again. He tongued around it delicately, deliberately. He felt her shake and her hips move from time to time as he teased her. 

He moved up to kiss her again as the head to his hard prick pushed against her opening. He slid in easily. He loved the feeling of being so deep inside her and taking his sweet time. No furious thrusting, hard fucking. This was tender. Slow. Deliberate. He felt himself get harder inside of her as she moaned again. He reached down and slowly began rubbing her clit with his thumb as he moved within her. 

Soon, her soft moans became more frequent, the shaking picked up and her pussy clenched him. 

"Ryan!" she called out as she fell over the edge, her hands reaching for his arms. She climaxed around his thick shaft deep inside her, spasming, throbbing, shaking and her hips bucked against him. 

"That's it baby... let it go.. come for me." She grabbed at the bedspread and bit her lip to keep from screaming.. She seemed to not be able to stop. Her orgasm soon pushed him to the edge of his own. 

"Where do you want it?" he asked her as she still convulsed around him. 

"Wherever you want, just do it!!" she pleaded with him as she seemed to be teetering on the edge of multiple orgasms. 

With a few more light thrusts, his load came spewing forth inside of her, thick ribbons of his come hitting her pussy walls. She cried out a little louder this time as she shook even harder. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and she pulled him deeper inside of her. 

He pulled out of her and watched her chest heaving as she came down. "I didn't know it could be that intense" she said breathlessly. 

He gave her a few minutes to regain her composure. 

She came out to the living room where he was sitting, still naked. 

"I want to do something for you." She said as she knelt down on her knees in front of him. She put her arms over his legs and looked up at him. "You've been amazing. I want to do something that you want. Anything. You name it." 

She stuck her tongue out and gently flicked the head of his semi-hard cock. Instantly it seemed to come back to life as she took it into her mouth, tasting their combined juices on it.

He groaned as he looked down at her, and smiled.

"Tell me what you want.... and I'll do it."



Unfaithful



I was spending my Sunday afternoon as usual, watching football, when the doorbell rang.

"I got it babe," my wife Trish called out from the kitchen.

I heard her open the door and greet someone but was too far away to hear the conversation.

"Babe, this is Melissa. She wants to take a look at the SUV," Trish said as she walked into the living room.

I paused the game and turned to introduce myself to the potential buyer and was shocked when I realized that Nikki was standing next to my wife, hand outstretched.

"H-Hi, I'm Chris," I managed to get out while shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you Chris," Nikki said with a sly smirk on her face. She was really enjoying making me sweat, I just hoped Trish didn't notice.

"Can you show her the truck? I was just about to jump in the shower," Trish said, giving me a kiss on the cheek and heading upstairs.

"Sure," I said, trying to keep my heart from beating out of my chest.

Trish quickly ascended the stairs and once out of sight I grabbed Nikki by the arm and dragged her into the garage, closing the door behind us.

"Are you fucking crazy?" I said, yelling and whispering at the same time.

I had met Nikki almost a year ago when I was out with some friends from work. She approached me while I was at the bar and bought me a drink. No woman had ever done that for me before and on top of that, she was absolutely gorgeous. Twenty-two years old, 5"3, Italian, green eyes, perky tits and long black hair that fell just above her tight ass. I was wearing my ring but that didn't stop her for a second. Our affair began that night.

"What the fuck are you doing here!?" I asked.

"I missed you. I needed to see you," she said.

We had not been able to 'meet' for the past two weeks because Trish had made plans for the past two weekends, making it impossible for me to see Nikki. I looked into her bright green eyes and any anger I had towards her just disappeared.

"Wait here," I said, before walking back inside and grabbing the keys to the Tahoe. I walked upstairs and Trish was still in the shower.

I opened the door to our master bath, "Honey, Nikki wants to test drive the truck. I'll be back in a few."

"Who?" Trish asked.

Fuck! What did she say her name was?

"Melissa! She's waiting downstairs, we'll be right back." 

I quickly went downstairs to find Nikki leaning with her back against the Tahoe. She had hiked up her skirt, moved her blue thong to the side and was fingering herself. Nikki had pulled her shirt and bra down on one side was was playing with her exposed nipple.

"Nikki! Jesus! Get in the truck!"

She didn't move, she just watched me in my panic. This was clearly a huge turn-on for her and would be added to an already long list: sucking dick, swallowing cum, dirty talk, watching porn, girls, sex in public places, cum anywhere on her body and now giving me a heart attack in my garage.

I had to basically force her into the truck before I could open the garage door and speed out of my subdivision.

Nikki turned in the passenger seat and climbed over the center console. Her skirt was still up around her waist and if I didn't have limo tint on the windows, half of my neighborhood would have seen Nikki's ass.

She was clawing at my sweatpants, desperately trying to free the object of her desire. I lifted my hips so she could pull my pants down and within seconds I felt her warm mouth envelope the head of my cock.

"Fuck," was all I could say, as I managed to stay on the road.

Nikki purred in my lap, as she took me deeper into her mouth. I kept my left hand on the wheel and smacked her ass with my right.

"Don't think your not gonna pay for this little stunt," I playfully threatened.

We were now well out of my neighborhood and I pulled into a deserted parking lot. I let my seat recline and watched Nikki worship my black cock but after a minute or so she stopped and started to climb over the center console.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I need you inside me right now," Nikki said intently.

"I didn't bring a condom. Do you have one?"

"I went on the pill a month ago. I wanted to surprise you," she said. Nikki moved her panties to the side and started sliding my cock into her wet cunt.

She easily took the first half inside her, than slowly worked the rest in until her ass cheeks her touching my thighs.

"I'm gonna cum," she moaned, grinding her pussy into me.

She came quickly, arching her back so far that she actually hit the horn for a second. I glanced up, hoping no one had noticed but Nikki didn't care. She placed each foot on the driver's seat and started to bounce up and down, taking my entire length with each stroke.

"I want you... to shoot it... deep inside me... please cum in me," she begged.

Nikki leaned back so I could watch her work my black pole. This was the first time I had been inside of her raw, besides two minutes on a very drunken night that I barely remember. She was going to make sure I remembered this.

"Give me... that black cum... I need it so bad," she teased.

I don't know if it was the view, fucking in public or no condom but I was nearing an orgasm faster than ever before.

"Nikki... Oh fuck... Fuck!" I yelled out as the pressure in my balls shot up through my dick and flooded Nikki's womb with my seed.

"Oh my god... I feel it," she said as a second orgasm swept through her body.

I could feel the thick ropes of semen pulsing out of my cock and into Nikki's depths. It seemed like an impossible amount of cum was being drained out of me as she used her pussy muscles to milk my cock for every drop.

When Nikki was convinced that I was completely empty she laid against me, breathing heavily.

"That was amazing but we have to get back, Trish is gonna start to wonder," I said.

I could feel our juices running down my balls and onto the leather seat.

"I didn't realize how messy it would be without a condom. You are the first guy to cum inside me," Nikki said, with adoration in her eyes.

I knew she was in love with me and I didn't want to admit it to her but I felt the same.

She climbed off of me, using her hand to catch any cum that might ooze out.

I pulled my sweat pants up and reached behind the seat for my gym bag. I pulled a towel out and handed it to Nikki as I drove out of the parking lot headed back home.

"Did she like it?" Trish asked me as I walked in from the garage. I almost choked.

I was using the gym bag to cover up the wet spot on my pants.

"She wants to have her mechanic check it out on Tuesday," I lied.

"Oh, how long should that take?"

"Just a couple hours," I replied before heading upstairs to wash Nikki off of me.



Unfaithful



Introduction

This is a bit of a departure from what I normally write. I hope you enjoy it. Whether you do or not, please rate the story. Your feedback is always welcome. Maximillian

Chapter One - Club Noceur 

The night it happened Kayla Burch was sitting at her favorite table at 'Club Noceur'. The club, although new, had already gained a reputation as one of Atlanta's most notorious swingers' hangouts. 

Normally Kayla didn't go there by herself. However, on this particular night, her usual partner in crime and her long time friend, Chloe Daniels, was busy preparing as Chloe had put it 'something special' for Kayla's birthday. 

Kayla was a predator, a fact visibly revealed under the red glow coming from the light directly above her table. 

She was dressed in three-inch tall black high-heels, sheer black thigh high stockings with matching garter belt. On her hips was a black satin skirt that was so thin, when she stood up, it became transparent enough that everyone looking could tell she wasn't wearing panties. It also just covered her gorgeous ass. Above that, was a see-through black sleeveless blouse with a teardrop opening in the front. No pasties were covering her nipples. On her neck was a short, silver chain necklace. Hanging down from the chain and resting just above the top of her blouse was a one-inch, oval black onyx stone resting in a silver setting. Around each wrist were matching thin silver chain bracelets. Draped over the back of her chair was the collarless, button-less, long sleeve black leather jacket she'd worn to the club that night. 

It was the garb of a prowling cougar in heat and everybody could see it, but then, dressed as she was there much else they couldn't see. 

With the eyes of a wild, sexual animal hunting for her prey, Kayla surveyed the crowd of patrons. Scanning the room, her hungry gaze first searched the massive oak bar in the center of the building. 

'Fucking college kids!' She thought to herself. Kayla didn't like college boys and considered them as nothing but fast shooting gunslingers that couldn't go the distance with her. 

She continued searching the room. No one on the dance-floor looked any better. 

Kayla turned her attention to the ten foot deep stage protruding from each of the four walls. 'Fuck! More kids! What are they doing, handing out fake I.D. cards at the door?' 

Her patience fast running out, Kayla continued scanning. 

In each of the four corners of the room was suspended, three feet above the stage, a metal cage. Attached to each cage's door was a sign. Printed on the signs were the words 'Couples Only!' Usually the cages were used for dancing. But sometimes, dependent upon how much alcohol had been consumed by those inside, they were used for other things. 

Examining the cages one at a time, Kayla discovered that all but one were empty. That cage was located in the right rear corner of the club. There was a very attractive mixed-race couple inside. Kayla recognized them from another club. 

The man was six feet tall and Caucasian. He was handsomely bald and had blue eyes. He wore navy blue dress slacks, a light blue long sleeve shirt, dark dress socks, a black belt with gold buckle, and a pair black low-top dress boots. 

The woman with him was five foot six inches tall and Hispanic. She had very short curly black hair and green eyes. Covering her body was an emerald green, strapless wrap-around dress; and on her feet was matching green open-toed shoes. 

At first glance, the couple appeared to be kissing lustfully as they danced provocatively together. The woman's back was to her man and, his arms were wrapped around her. But it was his hand placement that told the true story of what was going on under the flickering lights above them. 

When Kayla looked closely, she could see quite clearly that the man's left hand was cupping his companion's bare right breast. Kayla could also see that the man's right hand was between her legs and inside the opening of the wrap-around dress. The couple turned sideways revealing to Kayla enough bare thigh and pelvis to assure her that the woman wasn't wearing panties. She could also tell that the man's wrist was moving slowly up and down. 

'What a turn on! He's getting her off right there in plain view of everyone! I'm getting wet just watching them!' 

Indulging her voyeuristic tendencies, Kayla watched and imagined herself in place of the woman on stage. When she looked up at the couple to examine their expressions, to her pleasant surprise, they smiled back at her knowingly. 

Kayla tried to decide what to do next. One possibility she considered was opening her purse, removing the lipstick vibrator she carried with her and placing it between her legs. It was a sure way for her to advertize her availability to the couple. But before she could do so, her cell phone rang. 

It was Chloe. 

Kayla was forced to yell into the phone just to be heard. "You've got lousy timing Baby Doll!" 

"Where the hell are you?" Chloe demanded. 

Yelling again, Kayla replied, "I'm still at the club. Things were just about to get interesting." 

"Well get your hot little ass over here birthday girl. You don't want to be late for your own party do you?" 

Hoping that her surprise was going to be at least as promising as what she was walking away from, Kayla promised Chloe to be on time, ended the call; and then, jacket in hand, exited the club. 

Chapter Two - Camping and Phone Calls 

When not spending her weekends in Atlanta, Kayla lived with her husband in the city of Columbus Georgia, about a hundred miles south-west. 

She had been very careful to keep her nocturnal sexual exploits in Atlanta secret from everyone in Columbus... especially her husband Alex! 

Kayla was confident that he was totally unaware of her swinging. She was also confident that he had no idea that she'd never been satisfied with their sex life. She loved Alex, of that she was sure. He was just too sexually conservative for her. 

Deep in her heart, Kayla was positive that if he ever found out what she'd really been doing in Atlanta, he'd dump her so fast the ink wouldn't even have time to dry on the divorce papers. 

She'd often daydreamed of telling him how much she wanted more out of their sex life... more in variety and more in quantity; but because she knew it would hurt him too much, Kayla never did. 

Her weekly trips to Atlanta had begun two years ago when Alex told Kayla that he wanted to buy a motor home. To his surprise, her response wasn't what he expected. He thought she'd be excited by the prospect of traveling. She was not. Instead, Kayla politely told him she had no interest in bugs, fishing, beer buddies or living in a tiny, cramped motor home. 

Kayla could see that he looked hurt. So she said, "Don't let that stop you from getting it. As hard as you work, you need some way to relax. If that's what you want to do, then do it." 

"And what are you going to do while I'm gone?" Alex asked cautiously as he thought to himself. 'She's full of surprises.' 

Kayla answered, "I'll go see Chloe. Ever since she moved to Atlanta she's been begging me to spend some time with her." 

"I wish you had told me this earlier. We could have been going to Atlanta together." 

Knowingly, Kayla told him, "Honey, we both know how bored you'd have been." Then she added mischievously, "Don't worry about me. I'm sure Chloe and I will find something to get into. It'll be like old times." 

At the time, her intentions were actually quite innocent. Kayla had no ulterior motive when she proposed it. 

Reluctantly, Alex agreed and nothing more was said of the matter. 

Two weeks later, it was a Friday afternoon, Alex took his new motor home out for the first time. Ten minutes after that, with a full tank gas and an overnight bag in the trunk of her car, Kayla left for Atlanta to visit her friend. 

The night before, Kayla called Chloe to ask if it was okay for her to stay the weekend. "Hi Baby Doll! Done anything really nasty lately?" 

"Does having a man's head between my legs while I talk to you count?" Chloe replied. 

At first, Kayla thought her friend was joking. Then she heard Chloe whisper, "Stop it! Can't you see I'm talking on the phone?" and she wasn't so sure. 

A man's voice, which Kayla recognized as Chloe's boyfriend Eugene, whispered back, "Then I guess you'll have to concentrate harder, won't you?" 

There was a brief sound of someone struggling. Kayla waited for it to end and then asked, "Is he your gynecologist?" 

Kayla was still not convinced they weren't kidding her. 

"UMMPH! NO! HE IS NOT!" Replied Chloe excitedly. The words sounded as if they were said through gritted teeth. 

She laughed, "I'd say that qualifies." 

"Kayla dear, as much as I'd love to talk, you kind of caught me in the middle of... OHHH YOU DIRTY DOG YOU!" 

Realizing that last remark was obviously not directed at her, Kayla began to wonder whether Chloe had told her the truth about what was really happening at the other end of the phone line. 

Meanwhile, in Atlanta, Eugene had just placed an egg vibrator inside Chloe's wet pussy. There was a wire attached to the vibrator and at the other end of the wire was a remote control. He'd pulled the wire gently until the vibrator was snugly jammed against Chloe's g-spot. Then, while Eugene used his right hand to apply tension to the wire, he resumed rolling his tongue up, down and around Chloe's labia and pea-sized clit. 

Back in Columbus, Kayla waited silently. She could hear her friend moaning between deepening breaths. Then there was a buzzing sound, followed seconds later by even louder moaning. Realizing, at that point, that Chloe hadn't been joking, Kayla thought, 'That kinky little minx! She was telling the truth!' 

She smiled and waited and during that time, decided to have a little fun of her own by seeing how long she could drag out the conversation. "Oh come on, it's been so long since we talked. We've got a lot of catching up to do." 

Between Chloe's moans and with the sound of buzzing in the background, Kayla heard Eugene say, "Yeah Chloe, don't be rude, talk to her. It's not like you've doing anything better right now, is it?" 

'Ah! So they're on a speakerphone! This just gets better by the second. I wonder how long she'll be able to keep the conversation going?' Thought Kayla. 

The buzzing became much louder. 

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Chloe exclaimed suddenly. 

All sound stopped abruptly and, for a second, Kayla thought she'd lost the connection. But then she heard panting followed by the ruffling of clothing material. 

What Kayla didn't know was that, without so much as a word, Eugene had turned off the egg vibrator and pulled it from Chloe's wet pussy. Then, before she could react, he began climbing between her still open legs so he could mount her. 

Chloe's eyes, which had been closed, opened. When they did, she gasped for she saw coming in the direction of her pussy Eugene's cock Eugene's erect cock. On it he had placed, about an inch away from the base, a small vibrating cock-ring of the kind specifically designed to penetrate the vagina. It was positioned so that once inside her, it was sure to stimulate her g-spot. Eugene had put it on while Chloe was distracted, which wasn't hard to do. After all, she had been busy trying to carry on a phone conversation with her friend at the same time as both a vibrating egg and Eugene's tongue was tormenting her unresisting pussy. 

Eugene grinned and then reached down with his right hand and turned the device on. 

"YOU WOULDN'T DARE!" She said through gritted teeth. 

He smiled and continued moving forward. "Just keep telling yourself that." 

In reflex, Chloe tried to close her legs. It was a futile effort, which she discovered when Eugene grabbed her knees and pushed them towards her. Once he had them apart, he resumed moving forward again. Chloe tried to use her hands to fend him off but, with her wrists tied to the bed-rails, that too was a futile effort. 

"DAMN!" Chloe cried out in frustration. 

When she had started playing this little game, Chloe assumed that if the phone rang, Eugene would stop whatever it was he was doing long enough for her to get rid of the caller. But that wasn't what had happened. Kayla was being uncooperative, and refused to take the hint. As a result, Chloe had been forced to talk to her friend through the cordless speaker phone that was precariously resting between her breasts. Worse even still, was the fact that Eugene, knowing she could say nothing in the way of protest, decided to take advantage of the situation. When he did, incapable of stopping, Chloe had found herself completely at his mercy. All she had been really able to do was lay there and watch while he inserted the vibrator inside her and resumed licking her pussy. As if that wasn't bad enough, he was going to take even more advantage of the situation by fucking her. Inwardly she was smiling. Chloe knew that were their positions reversed, she'd do the exact same thing to him! 

Not fully realizing the futility of her predicament, Chloe tried in desperation to evade Eugene's oncoming manhood. She began moving her hips around as much as she dared; but, there wasn't much she could do without sending the phone spiraling to the floor. 

When she unintentionally drove her sensitive clit forcefully against the hard blunt head of his cock, Chloe discovered what a bad idea struggling had been. 

The contact sent a jolt of electricity to her clit that was so powerful her body reacted reflexively and tried to retreat of its own volition. Her pelvis rolled upwards in an attempt to avoid another jolt like the first one. When that happened, the blunt tip of Eugene's pleasure prong fell right to the entrance of her love tunnel. At first, Chloe still stunned from the not unpleasant stinging in her clit, was unaware of the position she was in. She soon discovered that Eugene was not! 

"OHHH MY GODDD!" Chloe cried when she felt Eugene thrust his cock deeply inside her warm, wet, unresisting pussy. When he stopped, his pelvis was pressing against her clit and she could feel her labia contracting around the girth of his manhood. She also was acutely aware of a rumbling inside her shaking her like a jackhammer. The last was caused by the tiny but powerful vibrator he was wearing pounding against her g-spot . 

Bound and pinned to the mattress the way she was, all Chloe could do was writhe erotically beneath him as wave after wave of powerful orgasm rolled over her body with the force of an avalanche. It overwhelmed her so much that should couldn't even breathe, let alone speak. 

In Columbus, Kayla was trying to picture in her mind what was happening to her friend. 

As Chloe's orgasm began to subside, she heard Eugene say tauntingly, "Go on, don't be rude, talk to her." 

She took a few deep breaths and then tried to turn back to her conversation with Kayla. 

Kayla, who in the meantime had been doing her best not to laugh hysterically into the phone, asked casually, "So, have you seen any good movies lately?" 

"Not really. You?" Chloe replied in an embarrassed tone of voice as Eugene began deliberately moving his staff in tortuously slow, deep strokes. 

She gave him an evil look. 

On the other end of the phone, Kayla could tell from the faint sounds of bed springs her friend was being fucked. "Nothing new. But I did catch a really good remake on cable television the other night." 

"UMMPH!" Chloe moaned as Eugene reached under her, grabbed her ass and raised it with both hands changing the angle of his penetration. The increased pressure on her g-spot seemed to magnify a thousand fold the vibrations emanating from the sex-toy rubbing up against it. 

Struggling more than ever to carry on the conversation, Chloe asked, "Really..." "UMMPH!" She grunted, he was sucking her left nipple. "What was it called? Maybe I've seen it." 

Disregarding the phone entirely, Eugene moved his mouth to her other breast and then picked up the pace. The sound of the bed springs became even louder. 

In the most serious tone she could muster, Kayla replied, "Shaft! Have you seen Shaft lately?" 

After laughing into Chloe's right breast, Eugene turned his head to the phone and said, "Yeah, she's seen Shaft! In fact, she's watching it now. Aren't you Honey?" 

Chloe didn't respond. One reason was because she didn't know what to say. Another reason was that Eugene had quickened his pace again and, she was enjoying it so much that she was losing herself in the passion of the moment. She was, however, moaning loudly! 

Eugene said, "Chloe loves Shaft. Don't you Honey?" 

Then to make his point, he sank his cock hard into Chloe as deeply as he could. 

"AHHH! YESSS!" Chloe wailed into the phone. A horrified look on her face appeared when she realized what she'd done. She tried to cover up... 

"I... ah..." Chloe tried to say something. However, every time she went to open her mouth, Eugene thrust his cock deeply inside her. She gave up when he began a series of quick, short strokes causing the vibrator on his cock to rub continuously back and forth against her g-spot as his pelvis bounced on her clit. 

"FUCKKK!" Came Chloe's voice over the receiver. 

Kayla giggled and then asked feigning concern, "What happened? Are you okay?" 

"YESSS! OH GODDD YESSS!" 

Deciding to take pity on her friend and let her enjoy herself, Kayla responded, "You sound busy. I just wanted to make sure that you'll be home at 9:00 tomorrow night. I'll give you a call then. You will be home won't you?" 

Not too surprisingly to Kayla, the next voice she heard was Eugene's, "She said to tell you that something's come up and that she'll definitely be here tomorrow night to take your call. Nice talking to you. Bye now!" 

The words had been hurried and he was breathing heavily when he'd said them. 

As soon as the phone went dead, Kayla began laughing so hard she almost peed herself. 

"What's so funny?", asked Alex, who was sitting in the bed next to her at the time. 

Between laughs, she replied, "Oh, nothing. That was just Chloe. You know what a kidder she can be." 

By then, Kayla had already made up her mind to surprise her friend by showing up unannounced. Something told her they were going to have a ball together when she got there. She wasn't wrong. 

Back in Atlanta, Chloe's phone was laying on the floor. There was a dial-tone coming from it but, neither her nor Eugene cared. 

Neither did they care about the pillow laying beside it. Near the end of the conversation, taking pity on her, Eugene had placed it over Chloe's mouth to muffle the sounds she was making. When he did, Chloe immediately had begun screaming her cries of ecstasy into it. Seconds later, when it became obvious that the pillow wasn't working, Eugene ended the call. He then promptly threw both pillow and phone onto the floor.. 

With no further distractions to stop her, Chloe had thrown herself totally into the moment. She wrapped her powerful legs around Eugene's waist. Once there, she used her ankles to lock him into position. She might not be able to escape him, but he wasn't going to escape her either. 

Luckily for Eugene, before they'd started, he had applied a cream designed to desensitize his penis and prolong his erection because Chloe didn't let him go until she'd cum five times. 

Chapter Three - Crashing The Party 

The next night, at 9:00 sharp, Kayla arrived unannounced at Chloe's front door. When she rang the doorbell, Kayla was astonished when the door opened and she was met by a man dressed only in a dark brown silk robe. 

After looking her up and down, the man greeted, "High gorgeous; welcome to the party!" 

"Eugene?", Kayla asked, assuming she knew the man's identity. 




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He looked at her cautiously, "You're not an ex-wife or girlfriend are you? Because, if you are, take it somewhere else. We don't want any trouble here!" 

From the man's response, Kayla deduced she'd been wrong in her assumption. Which lead her to ask herself, 'Who is he then? Is Chloe seeing more than one guy?' 

"No, I'm Kayla, Chloe's friend from Columbus. I just thought you might be Eugene. Isn't she home? She said she'd be." 

The man smiled again. It was a friendly smile, "Chloe had to go to the store; but she'll be back soon. Come on inside so I can close the front door. While you're at it, take your clothes off and make yourself at home." 

"Excuse me?" It was an odd way to greet someone. 'Is that the they say hello here in Atlanta?' Kayla thought to herself as she entered the house. 

The man closed the door behind her. 

Taking the bags from her hands, the stranger said. "Let me put those in the guest bedroom for you." 

And without further ado, he headed down the hall towards a door on the right. She followed a few steps to the rear. 

Once at the door, he opened it and entered the room. There were five women inside. They were in various stages of undress. None of them seemed startled by her presence or that of the man. 

There was a blond, two were brunettes, and one was a redhead. The last woman was a Nubian who was dark brown in skin and black in hair. After he sat Chloe's bags down, the man called out, "Hey girls, this is Kayla. She's Chloe's friend from Columbus. Something tells me she's new at this. Am I right?" 

At that point, all the women in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at her expectantly. 

"Huh?" Kayla replied, and stared at the woman for a second through her glasses. 'What am I supposed to be new at?' She wondered. 

The Nubian woman asked, "Have you ever been to one of Chloe's parties before?" 

"No. I guess this is my first time. I talked to her yesterday but, I didn't tell her I was coming. I decided to surprise her instead. She's been begging me to come for a visit. Do you think she'll mind I'm crashing the party?" Kayla told them. 

The blonde laughed, "Are you kidding. Her motto is 'The More The Merrier'." 

Then, the redhead, seeing the man in the robe ogling them, said to him, "Go on, get out of here pervert. We'll tell her what she needs to know." After which, he left, closing the door behind him. 

When he was gone the redhead said to Kayla, "First, my name is Jackie. The dumb blond over there is Tammy." 

Tammy responded by giving Jackie 'The Finger'. 

Jackie ignored her and continued, "Aunt Jemima over there goes by the name Daisy." 

"Fuck you white girl!" Daisy said. Kayla could tell Daisy knew it was a joke. 

Jackie replied, "Did you bring your strap-on?" 

"Got it right here." Daisy was patting what looked like a gym-bag as she said it. 

Jackie's response was, "Look me up later." causing everyone in the room to begin laughing. When it ceased, she continued again, "The tall brunette there is Samantha; and the midget there is Tracy." 

"Hi girls!" Kayla greeted and waved. 

Jackie continued, "Here's how it works... You don't have to do anything..." 

"Or anyone!" Interjected Daisy. 

Jackie added, "Or anyone, that you don't want to. If someone asks you to do, or tries to do, something you don't like, just tell them 'no thanks'. Don't worry about hurting their feelings. You won't be saying anything they probably haven't already heard." She paused a second, obviously in thought. "That's pretty much it. Now hurry up and get undressed. The party's about to begin." 

'OH SHIT!' Kayla thought to herself when she realized what she'd done. 'I'VE JUST CRASHED A SWINGER'S PARTY!' Her next thought was, 'If I didn't know this was Chloe's house, I'd swear I'm in the wrong place. I had no idea Chloe was this wild.' Then something else occurred to her, 'Gee, this is exactly what I've been looking for.' Mentally, she began debating whether she should leave. 'If I leave now, I can forget this ever happened. I could stay and indulge myself this one time. Wait, what if these people aren't safe?' 

She made up her mind when Tracy handed Kayla a robe saying, "There's a pack of condoms in the left hand pocket. Just remember to drop your spare change into the donation bowl later." 

Chloe didn't show up for another hour. 

As she walked in the front door, someone called, "Well, shit! She's back! What took you so long?" 

"She probably ran out of change again and was busy giving the bag-boy a blow-job to make up for it." It was Jackie. 

Bags in hand, Chloe closed the door behind. Then headed down the hall towards the living room. "That's not funny. He was only fifteen and... "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Chloe yelled to Kayla upon seeing her friend naked on all fours in the center of the room. Behind Kayla was Eugene, his vibrator clad cock buzzing as it moved in and out of her pussy. Since it was her first time, she got to choose who she paired off with first. After the phone conversation the night before, it wasn't a tough choice. 

"What does it look like? She's playing hide the bone with Eugene!" Called Tammy. 

He responded with, "Ruff, ruff!" After which he began panting like a dog. 

And then Jackie said, "Yeah, he's been using that toy of his to make her howl!" 

To which Daisy added, "You go girl!" 

Smiling, Eugene said to Kayla, who hadn't been paying attention, "Say hello to Chloe!" 

Kayla opened her eyes, grabbed her glasses from off the floor and put them on so she could see who they were talking to, "Hi Chloe! You don't mind me crashing the party, do you?" 

"Of course not. Come anytime!" At that point, there really was nothing else Chloe could say. 

Kayla, who paying more attention to the sound of pelvis smacking against her ass than what her friend had said, began screaming wildly. 

Someone called out, "I don't know about 'anytime' but she sure is cumming now!" 

The resulting laughter was riotous. 

When she returned home, at the end of the weekend, Kayla promised herself that it wouldn't happen again. She kept that promise faithfully the entire week, the drive back to Atlanta, and right up until she walked in Chloe's front door. But then, after Kayla entered the house, Eugene said hello by dropping to his knees, reaching up under her dress, pulling her panties down to her ankles and sticking a small vibrator in her pussy. As his tongue rolled around her clit, Kayla thought to herself, 'What difference is one more time going to make?' 

And so it was that for the next two years, each time Alex went camping in his RV, Kayla drove to Atlanta for a weekend of sex and, occasionally, shopping. 

Chapter Four - Preparations 

Kayla's cell phone rang just as she was pulling up to Chloe's house. It was Alex. Ever the considerate husband, whenever he was out with the motor home, he'd always made a point to call her the same time every night. 

"Hi honey! How's the fishing at Florence Marina?" She asked. 

Disappointment in his voice, Alex replied, "Lousy. But I took a nap and I'm going to go out with a buddy and do some night fishing. How's Atlanta?" 

"Nothing new here." Kayla answered. Then thought, 'Unless you're into swinging! In which case I can introduce you to lots of new fish!' 

Of course, since he couldn't read minds, he didn't respond. What he did say was, "So what are you going to do tonight? 

"Chloe is throwing a birthday party for me." 

Puzzled he asked, "She does know it was Wednesday, doesn't she?" 

"Yes. I told her; she still insists on throwing one anyway." 

There was a short pause, and then he said, "At least you'll have something to do. Sure you don't want to come with me on the next trip?" 

'No, I'm going to drive up here and do a different kind of cumming!' Kayla thought; but she didn't say that either. Instead she replied truthfully, "No thanks, I like our arrangement just the way it is." 

In a sincere tone, he said to her, "Just thought I'd ask. Well, you have fun. I'll call you the same time tomorrow. Love you." 

"Love you too. You and your buddies have fun playing with your worms." And after she'd hung up, she said to herself, "And I'll have fun playing with mine!" 

Kayla got out of her car and walked to the front door. 

It opened upon her approach and, Kayla naturally assumed they'd been eagerly expecting her. Before Kayla could say anything, Chloe handed her and a blindfold and whispered, "Time for your birthday present. 

You're in luck! It just happens that this weekend we have a visitor from another club. On such occasions, there's a special ceremony we like to call 'The Great Introduction'. 

Since first impressions are so important, we go out of our way to make the experience as memorable as possible for our guest of honor. Normally we draw straws to see who gets to be the greeter. However, since you're the birthday girl, we've decided to let you do the honors. Happy Birthday! 

"It sounds like fun!" Kayla said excitedly. 

Chloe put her hand over her friend's mouth and said, "I'm not finished yet." After removing her hand, she continued, "Usually, the guest would be both blindfolded and wearing earplugs and the greeter is unencumbered. Things are going to be different tonight. Both the guest and the greeter will be handicapped." She paused to let her words sink in, then continued, "By the way, the next time you call me and I tell you I'm busy, take the hint!" 

"You're not still mad about that, are you?" Kayla asked. 

Chloe replied, "After tonight I won't be!" Seeing a concerned look appear on her friend's face, she added, "Don't worry, I promise, you're going to love it. Now shut up, time is wasting!" She went on to explain. "The rules are simple... Neither of you are allowed to remove your blindfold or talk until you have been instructed to do so." Chloe paused again, "Oh yes, one more thing... when we address you we will call you 'Jill' and our mystery guest we will call 'Jack'. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." 

Satisfied, Chloe ordered, "Alright, you can put on the blindfold now." 

Kayla did, and despite being a bit apprehensive, she was more excited than she had been in a long time. 

Once the blindfold was in place, Chloe took her by the right hand and added, "Now I'm going to take you to the guest bathroom. Once you hear the door close behind you, remove your blindfold, get undressed, take a quick shower, and then put the blindfold back on. Daisy will be in there to help you. Whisper to her if you need anything and she'll get it for you. When you're done, she'll escort you to the guest bedroom where your preparations will continue." 

The guest of honor arrived while Kayla was in the shower. After receiving similar instructions from Esmeralda, his companion and sponsor for the night, 'Jack' was blindfolded and quickly spirited to the master bathroom. 

As he stood there undressing 'Jack' realized that, other than Esmeralda, everyone else he met that night was sure to be a stranger. Normally, given what was about to happen, he would have considered such an undertaking too risky and declined the invitation. But, he had known Esmeralda long enough to trust her judgment in such matters. If she said it was safe, then he believed her. As he undressed himself, he reflected. Over the years, their relationship had grown beyond one based solely on mere mutual sexual satisfaction into something more and, he wondered if she felt the same way? 

They had spent much of the early night in one of the local swinger's clubs. The pickings were thin and mostly 'jail-bait'. Although, he did see one tempting morsel that, had Esmeralda allowed him to do so, he would have tasted. 

"Save it for tonight's festivities! It wouldn't do for the guest of honor to be too tired to enjoy his own party, now would it?" 

He knew she was right. 

In an attempt to appease him, Esmeralda let him feel her up while they danced erotically. He considered it more like a torture and all it had done was make him hornier. 

As instructed, 'Jack' showered. When he was finished, Esmeralda lovingly helped him dry off. Once that was done, she placed the blindfold over his eyes sending him back into total darkness. 

He heard her say, "I'm going to take you into the other room where your preparations will continue. Remember, remain silent." 

The bathroom door opened and he was led by her back into the master bedroom; after which, he heard her voice say soothingly, "Relax and enjoy." 

He felt moist, strawberry flavored, female lips on his mouth and recognized them as Esmeralda's. As she kissed him, several hands, also female, began gently massaging something wet and warm all over his body. 

Sometime later, he had no way to tell how long, while feminine hands continued gliding over his skin, Esmeralda allowed her tongue to enter his mouth. It was no coincidence that, at the same time, he felt the delicate fingers of a female hand wrap gently around his awakening manhood. 

The hand around his cock begin moving slowly up and down. For the first few seconds, it seemed cold and didn't move smoothly. Then, he felt something slippery and wet rolling down his penis. As the liquid coated his cock, the hand massaging his member began sliding up and down his shaft smoothly like a cylinder around a well lubricated piston. 

He noticed a tingle in his gland, which became stronger the longer he was massaged. About two or three minutes later, he guessed, the tingling in his cock was replaced by a numbness and it wasn't long before he could barely tell there was a hand around it at all. 

"He's ready, go ahead and dry him off." Ordered a Esmeralda. After which, he felt something he thought was a towel brush lightly over his manhood. As he was trying to make up his mind whether his perception was correct, whatever it had been was replaced by what he was sure was a woman's mouth. 

"STOP THAT! YOU KNOW THE RULES! IT'S NOT YOUR TURN!" Esmeralda said insistently." 

The mouth was removed and he heard and unfamiliar female voice say, "Party Pooper!" 

"Don't worry, you'll get your chance later. Now put some more on and dry him off again. Just don't overdo it or he won't be able to feel anything at all." It was Esmeralda again. 

The process of massaging liquid onto his staff was repeated. Only this time, without the aid of mouths to dry off afterward. 

In the guest bedroom, Kayla was undergoing a similarly ritualistic preparation ceremony. 

Masculine hands sensually applied oil to almost every square inch of her body. After which, she felt something cold and pasty being smeared over each nipple causing them to become erect and sensitive. There was a mouth upon hers, it was Eugene. As he began French kissing her, Kayla felt male fingers begin moving softly around her clitoris, alternating between circling and going up and down motions. Within seconds, her love button became swollen and sensitive. Her juices began trickling slowly down her inner thighs. It was unlike any feeling she'd ever had before. 

Eugene's lips left her mouth. "She's almost ready. Get back and I'll give her the good stuff now." 

Hands left her body and she could just make out what she thought was people stepping away. Following that was the sound of a rubber glove being donned. 

As her heart raced, someone stepped towards her, placed an arm about her waist and pulled her to them. From the way they were kissing, she was sure it was Eugene. He placed his other hand, between her legs and then inserted a finger as deeply inside her as it would go. Once it was there, it began moving in and out in a fucking motion. 

After a what seemed like an eternity, he began probing for her g-spot. He found it causing Kayla to start grinding herself against him lustfully. 

Taking it as a sign that she was ready, Eugene pulled away from her leaving her standing there, hungry for more. 

Sternly, he said to her, "Kayla, I'm going to hand you a pair of ear plugs. When I tell you to do so, put them in your ears. We're going to lead you to Jack and you will shake hands with him. After that, other than touching or kiss 'Jack' above the neck up, you can do whatever you want. Got it?" 

"Yes!" She acknowledged. 

Satisfied, Eugene instructed, "Alright then, go ahead, put in the ear plugs but leave one turned off." 

"What do you mean?" 

Eugene explained, "They generate white noise. So, once you turn them on, you won't hear anything. There's a tiny switch on each one. Can you feel it." 

She did and said so. Understanding what to do, Kayla did as she was instructed and was led blindly into another room. 

Chapter Five - Greetings 

From what she could tell, Kayla was back in the living room. 'Jack' on the other hand, being unfamiliar with his surroundings, wasn't so sure. 

On the floor beneath their feet was a two inch thick foam mat. It was 72 inches by 72 inches square. Chloe had picked it up at a factory outlet store operated by an Atlanta based adult furniture manufacturer. 

Neither 'Jack' nor Kayla knew it at the time but they were standing facing each other at arm's length. 

Through their earplugs, they could just make out a female voice. She was saying, "To welcome you to our little group tonight 'Jack', we have chosen 'Jill' here. 

"'Jill', shake hands with 'Jack'." It was barely audible. 

Kayla felt someone take her right hand by the wrist and put something in it. It wasn't hand. It was a penis! 

They did however hear the laughter that followed. No earplugs would have kept that out. 

Chloe instructed, "Please turn on your other ear plug now." 

They did. 

Kayla, fascinated by the throbbing hard penis in her right hand, ignored the laughter. She would have dropped to her knees without hesitation and taken it into her mouth. But she was too horny even for that. Kayla was burning with lust and that if she didn't get something inside her fast she was going to go stark raving mad. She didn't want to be kissed! She didn't want her nipples sucked! Hell, she didn't even want her pussy licked! All Kayla wanted to do was get fucked! So, when someone put a hard cock in her hands, she reacted to it. 

Tugging firmly on his penis, Kayla pulled 'Jack' down to the floor and onto his knees. Before 'Jack' knew what was happening, Kayla pushed on his chest with both hands sending him backwards to the mat. 

Fumbling in the darkness, Kayla carefully crawled forward like a lioness dominating a weaker mate. She didn't stop until she felt 'Jack's' stiff penis sliding through the furrow of her outer labia. As she reached beneath her and grabbed its shaft, Eugene called to everyone, "Watch this! This is going to be priceless!" 

Neither Kayla nor Alex heard it. 

The group watched as Kayla lubricated the head of 'Jack's' cock by rubbing it around the entrance of her love tunnel. 

"Why's that?" Inquired Esmeralda. 

Ignorant of what was being said, Kayla relaxed her leg muscles allowing her weight to drop suddenly downwards. 

"FUCKKK!" Kayla screamed. 

'Jack, who had extremely good hearing,' could just make out the scream. He smiled. Numb or not, he could still tell how tight 'Jill' was when she impaled herself upon him. 

"What the hell was that?" Asked Daisy. 

Grinning, Chloe answered, "I had Eugene give her some of this." She held up a tube of cream for Daisy to see. 

"That's not the stuff you normally use! What is it?" It was Daisy again. 

Chloe handed the tube of cream to the brown woman. "I ordered it from Europe. It's much stronger and it lasts a lot longer. Right now, she feels like she's got an twelve inch dick inside her!" 

"It's not painful is it?" One of the other women asked. 

Smiling, Chloe replied, "Not at all, it doesn't hurt a bit. It makes you feel like you've just been stuck by the biggest cock in the world." 




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It was an accurate description because that was exactly how Kayla did feel. 

In fact, Kayla felt so stuffed that she was afraid to move. 

'Jack', on the other hand, had no such reservations. He waited for several long seconds to see what she was going to do. When Kayla didn't start moving, he decided to do it for her. He placed his hands on her waist, bent his legs up and planted his feet on the mat. Then, using the floor for leverage, 'Jack' pushed his hips, and her, about four inches into the air. 

"OHHH!" Kayla exclaimed in surprise. Feeling herself teetering, she grabbed his wrist to steady herself. 

As soon as he felt her grip tighten, he lowed his hips causing his thick shaft to retreat with them. When his ass hit the mat, an inch of him was still left inside her. 

He waited a few seconds for her to take the hint; when she didn't, 'Jack' pushed his manhood up inside her again. With the earplugs on, he never heard her gasp for air. 

Atop him, Kayla was still trying to adjust herself to what she perceived to be the massiveness of his cock. Things were exactly as Chloe said, 'Jack's' cock wasn't hurting her. It was intimidating her. Yes, Kayla was intimidated by what she thought was the most massive cock she'd ever had inside her. 

It ended the moment 'Jack' withdrew his rigid member a second time and then drove it deeply inside her again. 

"AHHH FUCK THAT WAS DEEP!" 

"WOW! I've never seen her react that way. That stuff must really be good!" Daisy was both impressed and envious. 

"I thought she was supposed to be quiet?" Asked Esmeralda. 

"Could you?" Retorted Chloe. Esmeralda shook her head no. Chloe continued, "I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you... this isn't the first time we've played this little game. We always tell them to be quiet... and one, if not both always fail. The harder they try, the more it hits them like a ton of bricks when they finally give in. Besides, it's fun to watch. Just look at the expression on her face! Have you ever seen a woman fight so hard to keep from showing how much she's enjoying herself? Can you imagine what's going to happen once he starts really fucking her?" 

It was then that 'Jack' started moving in and out of Kayla in a steady, but slow, rhythm. After about ten good strokes, during which Kayla had been gritting her teeth, she began wailing like a banshee. 

"See what I mean? She can't help herself." Chloe said, pointing out the obvious. 

"Aren't you worried they might hear each other?" The Hispanic woman asked. 

"Not with those noise canceling earpieces they're wearing. Those are the best ones money can buy." 

Changing the subject, Eugene turned to Esmeralda said, "By the way, did I mention that this is 'Jill's' first experience with a tightening agent?" 

"And you gave her the most potent stuff on the market?" Esmeralda said in astonishment. 

Chloe confessed, "It was my idea." 

"Isn't that a bit of a dirty trick?" Esmeralda asked, 

Without answering her, Chloe said, "Does she look like she's complaining?" 

As if expecting to find an answer, everyone looked at Kayla. 'Jack' was still holding her at the waist and fucking with the timing of a machine. The impact of his pelvis on her's, while not hard, did cause her tits to jiggle slightly up and down. It looked something between erotic and comical. However, the look on her face was one of tortured bliss. 

Esmeralda watched Kayla for a few seconds. Then looked over at Chloe to see her reaction. She could tell that Chloe was taking especially perverse pleasure in seeing Kayla lose control. 

"Okay, what's the real story?" 

Chloe explained, "She's learning that when I say I'm busy, and have a man's head between my legs, not to purposely keep me on the phone." 

"When did this happen?" Daisy asked curiously. 

Casually, Chloe replied, "About two years ago." 

"And you waited until now to pay her back?" Inquired Esmeralda. 

The response was, "It seemed the best time." 

"AHHH! FUCKKK!" It was Kayla again. She leaned forward slightly allowing 'Jack' to nail her clit on his next upward thrust. Kayla sat back up so fast it looked as if she'd been hit by lightening. 

Seeing Kayla's reaction, Eugene laughed, then said, "Stop worrying, I wouldn't have given it to her if I didn't think she could take it." 

"Oh! She's taking it alright! I just wonder for how long?" Daisy queried. 

Esmeralda laughed, "Not as long as he can. I put enough numbing agent on him to keep him up for the next two hours." 

"Are you crazy? What if she tries to fuck him to death?" It was Daisy again. 

Esmeralda, who had just started stroking Eugene's cock replied, "Then I guess he'll go with a smile." 

"Very funny." Daisy was not amused. 

In a more serious tone, Chloe proclaimed, "I'll tell you what. We'll stop her before it goes that far. Then, I'll go get that industrial sized bottle of lube from under the sink in the guest bathroom; the guys will roll her over onto her back and hold her down while you introduce her to that strap-on of yours!" 

"Smart Ass!" 

Everyone turned back to Kayla when they heard... 

"AHHH... AHHH... AHHH!" Which was followed by a high pitched scream that let all present except 'Jack', who couldn't hear it , that Kayla was cumming. 

Totally oblivious to that fact, he continued fucking her with all the energy of a robotic sex machine prolonging Kayla's orgasm even longer. 

She could feel her inner walls gripping him tightly as one great spasm after another shook her entire body. It took her breath completely away. Finally, as the spasms began diminishing in intensity, she gasped for breath. Mere seconds after the spasms had disappeared, having had almost no respite, she felt the tingling in her loins again. Not having cum, 'Jack' was still moving inside her. 

"HERE WE GO AGAIN!" Kayla screamed. 

Under her, 'Jack' could feel the numbness in his manhood slowly fading away. Enjoying her insides more, he quickened the pace of his fucking. When he did, the tingle between her legs became stronger with each repetition into her. 

"FUCK ME BABY!" Kayla demanded, having completely abandoned any idea of remaining silence. 

Then 'Jack' did something unexpected. He let go of her hips, placed one hand between her legs and began rubbing her swollen sensitive clit. The contact shocked her so much that, despite the fact that there was nothing holding her, Kayla was unable to lower herself. She was too busy quivering. 

Kayla screamed and commenced cumming immediately with an intensity that was much stronger this time. It just didn't last as long. 

As the last wave receded away from her, 'Jack' pulled Kayla onto her left side and then re-entered her from behind. As he fucked her from behind, he reached round and grabbed her right breast. 

Eugene said to Roger, who was sitting next to him on the couch, "Nice move! What difficulty rating would you give say?" 

"Without a blindfold... 4. With a blindfold... 6 and 2 points for the penetration!" Roger replied. 

Having stared at the tent in his robe long enough, Esmeralda knelt before Eugene, opened it and said, "And what difficulty rating would you give this?" Then she took his erection in her mouth and proceeded to blow him. 

Eugene turned to Chloe and was about to ask her for her opinion. However, with her head was bobbing up and down in Roger's lap the way it was he knew she wouldn't be stopping to answer him. 

Down on the mat, 'Jack' had rolled Kayla over on her stomach and was fucking her from behind. She'd accommodated him by raising her ass so he could penetrate her pussy deeper. 

When he hit her g-spot, it drove Kayla crazy and she began trusting her ass against him wildly as he fucked her. 

"FUCKKK!" 

She was cumming again! 

Conversely, 'Jack' was not. However, the numbness in his cock was almost gone. 

After she finished cumming, Kayla pushed herself up sending him flat on his back and wasted no time re-mounting him again. 

Able to control things now, she rode him like a cowgirl on a bronco. 

"THAT'S IT BABY! RIDE ME!" 'Jack' said in the heat of passion. After which he reached up blindly and took her breasts in the palms of his hands and began gently squeezing them. 

Kayla responded by going faster. 

Daisy called to Chloe, "How long are we going to keep them in suspense? 

She raised her head from Roger's cock, started stroking it with both hands, and after looking over her shoulder at 'Jack' and Kayla said, "I'd say about two more minutes more. Esmeralda, what do you think?" 

After examining the situation, Esmeralda replied, "That should do it!" 

To which Chloe said, "We better get in position then." And added apologetically, "Sorry guys, you knew this was coming." 

"It won't if you stop now!" Roger protested. 

Lacking compassion for him, Eugene called back, "Stop whining Roger. Nobody's going anywhere, they'll be right back. Won't you ladies?" 

Taking pity on Roger, Daisy sat down next to him, and as she began massaging his cock said mockingly, "What's the matter baby? Did the evil white bitch leave you hanging?" 

"Uh huh." He replied in a boyish tone. 

She smiled, said, "Let me show you how we black women treat our men." and then lowered her head and took him in her mouth. 

By then, Chloe and Esmeralda were in position on the floor next the 'Jack' and Kayla. Chloe was on her knees next to Kayla, and Esmeralda was kneeling just behind 'Jack's' head. 

Chloe called out, "Somebody dim the lights so they can see when the blindfolds come off." 

It was done. 

Esmeralda put her head next to 'Jack's' ear and yelled, "If you can hear me, shake your head from right to left." 

He did. 

She continued, "Good! I want you to nod just before you start cumming. If you understand, shake your head again." 

His head moved from right to left again. 

Then she carefully turned off the white noise generator in his left ear giving him partial hearing. 

While that was going on, Chloe was doing the same thing for Kayla. 

Kayla continued fucking 'Jack'. Hoping to make him cum first, she had been holding back her own orgasm but it was becoming a losing battle. Kayla knew that she was so close it wouldn't take much to send her over the edge. 

Beneath her, 'Jack' knowing he had passed the point of no return and was about to explode, nodded. 

When Esmeralda could tell he was cumming, she signaled Chloe and each woman removed the blindfold of their charge. 

"You can open your eyes now." 

As his seed pulsed up inside her, 'Jack' opened his eyes. When his vision cleared enough to see who he was fucking, he cried out to her... 

"Kayla?" 

Chapter Six - What Happened Next 

She had intended to see who she was fucking after Chloe removed her blindfold, but then he came. When he did, his member swelled inside. It was just what she'd needed to throw her over the edge. 

But once she heard someone calling her name, she was compelled to see who it was. Kayla looked down at the man. 

They made eye contact. 

"Alex? You're in Florence Marina!" 

Eugene laughed, "No Kayla, he's inside you. Can't you feel him?" 

The room exploded in laughter.

Kayla didn't reply. Too captivated by her own orgasm, she continued fucking him. It ended. Since Alex was still filling her with his seed, she kept bouncing up and down on him until she'd had pulled every drop of seed into her. He didn't complain. 

When it was over, both spouses said to the women they were sure was responsible, "You set this up didn't you?" 

"We thought it was time you two got to know each other." Esmeralda replied. 

As if it weren't already obvious to everyone, Kayla said, "But we're married!" 

"And you've both been leading a secret life for the last two years haven't you?" Chloe added. 

Kayla looked at her husband in astonishment, "Wait a minute, you mean all this time you've been..." 

"Swinging?" Esmeralda finished it for her. Then asked Chloe, "Hey, Chloe. Tell me what Kayla's been up to while Alex was out 'fishing'?" 

As if on cue, all the other men in the room raised their hands at the same time. 

Seeing them, Daisy called, "She said 'WHAT' not 'WHO' morons!" 

The hands went back down. 

Esmeralda' laughed, "Never mind, I think I made my point." 

Kayla rolled off her husband and sat on the mat near his feet. 

Daisy and Roger had paired off sometime during the conversation and were busy pleasuring each other in a sixty-nine position. 

Ignoring them, Kayla asked, "So, what do we do now?" 

Chloe reached under the mat and produced a sealed plastic bag containing a damp washcloth. After removing the washcloth, she said to Kayla... 

"Well, unless you have an objection, I'd like to give that thing a test drive? 

Kayla looked at Alex, "Be my guest!" 

The fucking and sucking that ensued went on until almost 1:00 in the morning. 

When the party ended, the only ones left in the house were, Chloe, Kayla, Esmeralda and Alex. 

After everyone had showered, they all met at the dining room table to discuss the night's events. 

Alex went first... 

"I met Esmeralda at an RV park about 22 months ago. At first, we just talked. Once we started discussing places we'd been, I realized she knew a lot more about RV-ing than I did. I asked her if she knew of any good sites that I could go to and she told me about a private park in North Georgia. The next trip out, I met her there. It turned out to be a park devoted to swingers. I enjoyed it and, after that, when we weren't at one of the swinger's parks, we went to parties together." 

Kayla went next... 

"My story's a lot simpler. I accidentally crashed one of Chloe's parties that first weekend you took the RV out. What about you two, how did you two meet?" It was directed at Chloe and Esmeralda. 

Chloe answered for both of them... 

"She was a member of this group until her job forced her to relocate out of Atlanta. We've known each other for about four years now. As to how you two ended up here tonight, Esmeralda called me to catch up on old times. Eventually, the subject of swinging came up and we started sharing 'war stories', that's how your names came up. The rest is history." 

Since she'd met Alex, Esmeralda had become more than, as the expression goes, his 'fuck buddy'; she was also his friend and part time lover. Her mind was filled with feelings of both hope and fear for she knew the night's activities would be a defining moment in their relationship. 

After Chloe finished speaking, Esmeralda asked, "Do you two have any idea what you're going to do now?" 

"Well," Kayla began, "I think I'll try my hand at fishing. Something tells me those worms you've been playing with are a lot more fun that I first thought." 

Believing her friendship with Alex may have just ended, Esmeralda frowned. 

"Come on, smile. Nobody's pushing you away. Do you think I'm blind? I can see what's going on between you two. I don't mind sharing him, and obviously you don't either." She paused, "I do have one question though." 

Esmeralda asked, "What's that?" 

"Is there room on that bed in the motor home for three?" Kayla inquired. 

Alex replied, "Actually, I widened it last year. It'll accommodate four quite comfortably!" 

"Really?" Kayla was impressed. Her next words surprised everyone. "Hey Chloe, when's the last time you went on a vacation?" 

Her friend answered, "It's been so long, I really don't remember. Why do you ask?" 

"I just thought you might like to travel a little. That's all!" 

Looking suddenly pained, Alex muttered, "Can you cook?" 

"No. But I give a really wicked blow-job. Will that suffice?" She said, licking her lips. 

He smiled, "Can you offer any references?" 

"No, but I can give you a demonstration." Chloe said as she slid under the table.

When he felt her mouth sliding up and down on his cock, Alex turned to Kayla and exclaimed, "Okay, she can come." 

"Not before you do!" He heard from under the table. 

Both Esmeralda and Kayla laughed. 

Epilogue 

A lot happened during the next week. Alex tried to teach Kayla how to drive the RV and quickly found that she drove it better than he did. When he realized that, Alex insisted on Kayla assuming the driving responsibility. She told him he could handle the cooking. Alex didn't complain, he knew he was the better cook. 

Esmeralda spent the next week with Alex and Kayla. When Kayla realized how very much Esmeralda cared for Alex, she was relieved to know someone would always be there to take care of him should anything ever happen to her. Kayla didn't view the woman as a threat to her relationship with her husband; she thought of her more as an addition. 

The next Friday, Kayla, Alex, Esmeralda, and the RV showed up at Chloe's house. Chloe had her bags packed and was ready to go. After she boarded the motor home, the four of them left Atlanta for a swinger's resort in Florida and a weekend of fucking and fun. 

As they pulled out of Chloe's driveway, Esmeralda proudly told Chloe that she had moved in with Alex and Kayla. It would prove to be the beginning of a wonderful relationship. 

The End



Unfaithful: A Romance



[Note to readers: this isn't my favorite of my stories, but I love parts of it. Some readers have been put off a bit by the ending. No. It's not extreme. Let me know.]

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(1) The Incident

When Michael thinks about it after the fact it seems all jumbled, and time heaves in huge blocks. Sometimes it is as if everything happened instantaneously. Coming down the hall, home a night early. Surprise her. Sarah will be so happy. She must be in the bedroom. What are those sounds from back there? A man is grunting? "Unnh!" he's saying, complete with the aspiration. Then, "Oh you're good, you're good, keep it up, keep it up!"

Hurry now! Something's happening! Why don't they hear his steps? Michael half turns the corner into the bedroom and that's when his whole world is torn away and he's frozen to the spot, he's floating somewhere in space, he's unable to comprehend the simplest thing.

It's George, who works with Sarah, standing, half leaning back against the footboard, and he's naked. Sarah is kneeling naked on the floor in front of him with his dick sticking in her mouth. George is grunting again. He seems close. His hands are on her head, grabbing some of her hair, and he's moving his dick in and out. She's moving sinuously, back and forth with the motion of his dick, like a mermaid swallowing an eel. He's looking straight down at her and she's looking up at him through her eyelashes and her face shows desire. She pulls back and he says, "Don't stop," and she answers, "I don't want you to finish too quick." It's Sarah's voice, not that of a mermaid. It's her voice when she's especially excited. She begins taking his dick in deep and pulling it out, keeping her lips tightly around it, the way she eats popsicles.

George's dick is huge, much bigger than Michael's. Even his balls are huge. Michael is amazed at the size, at the thickness even more than the length. It makes the scene even more surreal. He can only watch, can't move, can't say anything. He watches his wife pleasure George and taste and enjoy him, and somehow neither of them notices the third person, the witness. Then George takes a breath and moans "I'm gonna cum," and Sarah takes him back in her mouth all the way, and holds him there and pumps him into her, and finally, way out in right field, Michael yells, "What are you doing?"

Later is seems obscenely lame and stereotyped. It's obvious what they are doing. But what do you say?

George yells, "Oh shit!" and pulls away and Sarah has a profound startle reaction, jerking around toward Michael faster than he would have thought possible, shrieking and trying to cover herself with her arms. She stares straight at Michael. George had started to ejaculate, but when they jerked apart he shot a line of semen across her cheek. Now he crouches back, as though to defend himself, and his big dick pumps spurt after whitish spurt on the new carpet. Won't it ever finish? How much can there be?

No one says anything, or moves, for how long? Yell at them! Throw something! Hit George! Hit Sarah! Instead Michael staggers against the door frame. The room starts to spin. He rights himself and inches away, then stumbles all the way back out to the kitchen where he leans against the table. He waits. What will he say? What will he do? 

There are sounds of scrambling from the bedroom, tense voices, one high pitched and one deep. Sharp, short words. Michael hears Sarah's voice over George's, saying, "Just go now." What can he do? They'll walk out right past him. Michael pushes through the screen door and staggers again, out to his car, gets in, and drives away. He leaves his suitcase and briefcase behind.

He drives to his office. The whole way there he's trying to control his driving, trying to stay in his lane, to stop at intersections, to keep the car going. At first he forgot to turn on the headlights. He wishes he hadn't left. Now that he's out he can't stand not to be there, but he can't bring himself to turn the car around either. On campus he walks up to the department through the stairwell, and the echo of his footsteps is the only sound in the world. What's Sarah doing? Has George left yet? Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

In his office there's a couch he can sleep on. Hah! As if! He turns on a desk light and his computer. He goes to the couch. He goes to the desk. He looks at the phone. Should he call her? What would he say? She could call him, but she doesn't. She won't. He doesn't consider that she wouldn't know where he's gone. Should he go back home? He paces and sits, paces and sits. He starts a CD that he won't listen to. His mind just won't stay still. He goes to the bathroom then hurries back, afraid he may have missed her call. Go home. You've got to see her. He has started to get over the shock, he thinks, and to get angry, but he finds himself being awakened at 4:07 a.m. by the cleaning lady. 

In this part of the memory, everything is slower for Michael. It flows over him with no particular rush, what has happened. He really had thought maybe it could be a nightmare. No, it's real all right. It happened. What do you do about it? 

Michael may as well go home now and get it over with. Face Sarah. He doesn't have any idea what will happen. He knows only that he isn't angry at all. He's depressed. He's mourning. He washes his face in the bathroom and trudges away with the cleaning lady staring after him.

It's worse the closer to home he gets. He almost can't go all the way there. Half a block away he actually stops for several minutes and stares down toward their house before he finally resolves to drive past it and around the block-but when he gets to it her car isn't there. Only then does he realize he hasn't really been breathing. He turns up the driveway. 

Where had George parked his car?

Sarah has put a note on the door on a sheet of torn notebook paper. It's in her handwriting in blue ink, written with the calligraphy pen Michael bought her last Christmas. It's as though she had intended to write him something poetic and grand that would make everything okay, but when he reads the note there's no style to it at all:

~~~* * * * *~~~

Mike,

I'm so ashamed. I can't explain myself. Please forgive me. I love you. I'm sorry. Please believe me. 

I love you, 

Sarah

~~~* * * * *~~~

Below the rest, at the bottom of the sheet: "I'll spend the night at a motel. I'm not with George. Please forgive me, Mike."

Michael walks all the way through the house to the bedroom, to the place he saw them, his and Sarah's most private place. The carpet has been washed where George came on it. It looks like someone scrubbed it hard. He touches it and it's damp. He goes into the master bathroom to wash his hand.

What should he do? 

He wanders around the house, looking at everything, wondering how it is so different from when he left the day before yesterday. It was just a simple professional meeting, the kind of thing he's gone to dozens of times. He didn't want to go because he wouldn't know anyone and he'd been hoping almost to the last minute that Sarah would be able to go with him. He remembers that when he called last night she had sounded happy to hear from him and had said she loved him, like she always does. Was George here then too? Was he here during other meetings? Were other men here?

His suitcase isn't where he left it. That's a subtle change, not like the overwhelming difference to the house itself. There's a ghostly presence, something hollow and cold, a strange emptiness, and silence. There are shadows he's never noticed, and he hears the floor groan when he walks. 

He finds his suitcase. It's in the bedroom closet, right where it should be, empty. Everything has been put away. Everything is tidy. His shirts are hung and the top buttons are buttoned. He almost never buttons them on the hangers. In the armoire, his clothes are folded and neat, much neater than he would have left them. The little cornhusk doll he got Sarah as a present is on the étagère in the den, still wrapped. Michael vaguely remembers putting it on the dining table just before he went back to the bedroom to surprise Sarah. He has a stray thought that he should put it with her doll collection, but he does nothing.

Breathe in, breathe out. His chest seems to be unlocking just a bit. His thoughts slow down more. He won't have to face her just now, won't have to worry about not knowing what to say or how to handle it. He's already growing accustomed to the thought that his marriage is over, or he thinks he is, but when he walks back to the bedroom he can't stop staring at the spot on the carpet where George came so lushly. The moisture makes it a little dark. 

Finally Michael starts to cry. He fights it. He really does. When he gives in he tries to do it quietly, but he can't really succeed even at that. He can't help gasping and making the sounds of grief, and his shoulders and chest shudder and shake. He leans back against the door frame and tears stream down his face. 

Sarah. Sarah. Please don't leave me. 

It takes a while to cry himself out, but everyone goes dry eventually, and after enough time has passed he simply leans there, staring into the room at nothing in particular and wondering how he lost his wife.

By and by he is caught in a wave of exhaustion. He strips down to his underwear and drops the clothes on the floor, careful to avoid the wet spot, then crawls into the bed. He leaves his reading light on. Soon he's almost asleep in that half-lit room, occasionally opening his eyes a little to look up at the ceiling fan, and his thoughts are slowing, slowing. He's thinking only of Sarah, of what he should have done, of what he did, of what he could have done. Then, when he begins to drift, an image brings him back. Yes, it's Sarah. George is spurting into her mouth and she's loving it. She's excited.

Most women don't drink semen. The majority find it sickening. Sarah is like most women that way. She doesn't like it either and hasn't done it once in all the years he's known her. Until now, he thinks. He asked her to once or twice and she said no, she couldn't, so he joked about it and then dropped it. You don't impose that on your beloved. Some things aren't going to happen. You make your compromises with real life. 

Sarah likes sucking on George, though, and she is practiced at it. Michael can't stop seeing it happen. He was so big! How wide she'd had to open her mouth to take it in. She wanted it. He remembers her expression, what she said: "I don't want you to finish too quick." She'd been breathing those fast breaths when she said it. She'd wanted it to go on. 

It wasn't the first time. It wasn't the first time! Michael is wide awake again with that knowledge and with the other things coming to him, his mind working fast again but more focused than before. She'd been dressing better and been more careful with her make-up, for the first time in years. He'd noticed that. He wasn't completely blind. And there were the spots on her blouse, the ones that night she'd gotten home late from work, that looked like she'd spilled a few drops of milkshake. It was, what, two or three weeks ago? She'd gotten terribly upset when he'd mentioned them, to the point that her face and neck had turned red, and she had taken off the blouse to hand wash it right away. It had been excessive, but he hadn't thought much about it then. Now he knows what the spots were, and how she got them.

She loves Michael. She's sorry. That's what she wrote. But she loves George's meat, and his cream, and she doesn't want any of Michael's. She's been supping there awhile, getting satisfied awhile. 

He can't stay here, to be here when she returns, but he's too, too tired, and that's the end of the memory.

* * * * *

(2) First Meeting 

He heard the fumbling at the door and stood up because he didn't think he could stand to be sitting when Sarah saw him. Then she was in the door and they were both of them just looking at each other and he was paralyzed again. He had rehearsed what he would say, but on seeing her it fled him. He almost said "Hi" but it seemed so banal that he couldn't manage it. Just inside the door, Sarah stood with her feet close together, holding one hand with the fingers of the other, not looking at him, not looking away. Her lips were tight and her chin quivered. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail, the way she did it when she was cleaning the house. She was wearing jeans, a pullover sweater, and her running shoes. No make-up. Her eyes had bags, like she hadn't slept. She looked awful. She looked wonderful.

They were standing in an otherworldly place that crowded out everything they knew of the world. Michael was all empty where his heart should be and the silence could almost swallow them. Then Sarah's voice came from somewhere, a tiny sound, almost nothing at all. 

"I'm so sorry, Mikey."

She waited for a second, and when he didn't reply she went on, "I know you hate me, and you have every right to. What I did was horrible. I only hope you can forgive me."

He still didn't say anything.

"I love you so much. I'm afraid I've lost you. Please let me try to make it up. Please? I'd do anything to undo what I did, to save what we have."

She had to let loose her grip on her fingers to wipe her eyes, first one side, then the other, then back to the first side. Michael couldn't answer. It was too complicated. He couldn't say anything because everything got in the way of everything else. Finally Sarah said it in that shakiest of voices that sounded like it was coming through water,

"Aren't you going to say anything, Mike? You could tell me you hate me. Tell me I'm a whore. Please say something."

He tried to say something, sighed, tried again, took a deep breath, tried again. "I don't think I...there's not...what can I say?" A pause. "I don't hate you." Another pause. "I don't think I can talk to you. I can't talk to you right now."

"Mike?"

A pause while he tried to formulate sentences. "I'm going to stay somewhere else. Please don't try to see me." Still another pause. "I'll come get my things when you're not here."

He wiped his eyes and brushed past her and out the door. He saw her in the doorway, heard her calling, "Michael, please don't go. Please! I'm sorry!" as he backed down the driveway. He almost stopped. He had to press on or he couldn't do it.

* * * * *

(3) The Argument 

What did it come down to? There were so many things. He argued with himself about it while he walked along the river road. He was walking because he couldn't stand to stay inside.

It isn't a matter of just forgiving her. There's more to it. It's complicated. I can't see all the parts. I mean she's always been loving.

She has? Well she was sure loving George's dick!

No, damn it! I mean she's never been like that. I don't know what happened.

She was slurping it pretty good. 

That's not it, damn it! I always knew other guys would want her. Anyone could stray.

Stray? She was drinking cum!

I know! But what was going on?

Don't you know?

I just don't know.

So what's the point you can't get past?

The big point? It's that she sucked him. That's the big point! That she didn't just fuck him. She wanted to do things to him she never ever wanted to do to me!

A couple came along the road walking in the other direction, holding hands, looking happy. He nodded to them as they passed.

But oh shit. Anyone can stumble. She's only human. 

Yeah, but she sucked him and she did it in our house. There might have been others, too.

But am I so pure? I'm not. I sexed two other women since we were married. I fucked Susan at three different meetings. I didn't even feel guilty. I loved it. I just worried what would happen if Sarah found out. It was ... shit ... it was exhilarating. What if Sarah had found out? The only difference is I found out and she didn't. 

Would she forgive me? 

I think she would, but she would have been awfully hurt. She'd forgive me after she hurt me back awhile. 

Do I want to hurt her? 

Yes. No. Fuck off! It's not that simple. I can't make it square one again. I could really push her nose in it, but I can't. I can't push her nose in it when my nose should be there too. The whole time I was making her confess I'd know I should be confessing too.

He pondered this while he walked a few steps, then: 

Shit. I'm all fucked up.

Yeah. I know. That much I know. But what if she found out about what I'd done after I made her crawl? What would she think of me then? 

She won't find out. 

But what if she did? 

She won't find out. 

I'd know. I'd know it forever.

Is that the only thing? 

No.

What's the other thing?

Shut up. 

What is it? 

Drop it!

Say it.

It's that I never did anything with the others I wouldn't offer to her. I never held out on her sexually. It never interfered with our lovemaking, never once. But Sarah! Damn it, I don't want to go where this is going. 

Yeah, well say it anyway.

Sarah loved drinking George's gizz and she was doing it-how long? A month? Maybe more? Maybe more. But never once did she do that to me. Oh no! The bitch never said, "Mikey? I'd like to try something different, something I never did before." No, nothing like that. She loved his dick and she loved sexing him! The look on her face. She was worshipping the goddamned thing!

Why? 

I don't know. I don't know. 

Maybe I didn't treat her right. I know I could have been better to her. Been sweeter. Paid more attention. Maybe she was getting even for something. I wish I could put everything together. I can't think straight!

Maybe he's a better fuck. 

That's not it!

No? 

No! I don't know. I just don't know.

Well, maybe it's that his dick is so big. It's humongous! She loved it because it's a monster. You can never compete with that. 

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! That can't be all of it! How did she do any of it at all? Sarah never even tasted cum. She didn't and now she does. At least his. She must have a belly full of it! Why'd she start doing that now? 

Why not? 

Why? What made it happen?

You know, don't you? You know what it has to be.

No. Just that it's something about George. Something that's different from me! 

Maybe it's his personality. Maybe he's more charming, or more outgoing, or more sure of himself, more dominant, more masculine, more of a man. Maybe she wants a man like that and she's tired of men like me. Maybe that's how he got her to suck his dick and like it. 

Maybe she couldn't get off to someone more warm and sensitive.

You're not so damned sensitive.

He stopped thinking and exhaled. He started to shiver, and the next thoughts he spoke out loud. 

"Oh God. I know. I'm not much of anything. Whatever it is, he's got it and I don't, and I can't compete with him for her." 

He started to cry because he read the equation and knew that in every way he came out less than George, and that he really had lost Sarah. That was what it finally came down to. He had promised himself he wouldn't cry again, so he made himself stop. Be a man about it. Shit.

But she wanted to come back.

"Yeah. Because she got caught and she's afraid of what everyone will think. If she came back she'd know it soon enough, what she got from him and not from me. What she was missing. If she stayed it would be from guilt or pity. Every time we did it she'd be comparing. I'd always come up short."

And narrow. Don't forget narrow. 

Oh shut the fuck up! It wouldn't be any good for either of us. I may as well let her go now and try to keep a little dignity. 

Well there's that. You can pretend to have dignity, now that your wife is sucking other men in your bedroom.

Damn it! I can try to be a grown up. Not be a total jerk. At least I can keep from demeaning myself.




Unfaithful: A Romance



Sure. Be "Miss Congeniality." That's the "B" prize.

Yeah. Yeah. I know. But what can I do? Sarah already chose George. He gives her something I can't offer. Something I haven't got. 

* * * * *

(4) Purgatory

Michael saw Sarah once. She came to his office the second day as he was busy trying to keep from thinking about it. Not very successfully. He'd been by the house when she was gone, like he said, and had left a note on some practical matters. He'd added a postscript, asking her not to come see him, but there she was in the doorway.

She was dressed smartly and had used make-up. He could tell she was scared and it reminded him how much he loved her. Everything became jumbled for him again so that nothing was going to be easy. He wanted to crush her to him and tell her he couldn't live without her. He wanted to beg her to take him back. He wanted to shout at her and tell her to stop fucking with his heart, to leave him alone so he could shrivel up without having to deal with her. Instead he managed to say, "Hello," and make his voice normal, but right off she made a big mistake.

"Mike, I know what I did was terrible, but it's just something that happened one time, and it'll never happen again. I promise it won't!"

Little things can change your world, things much smaller than finding your wife with another man. In the realm of all that could be, this was a very small thing indeed, finding your wife trying to lie her way back in. Such a little thing.

Outwardly Michael merely winced. Inside he was outraged. Bitch! Bitch! Fucking, lying bitch! Somehow that made it easier to talk, so he really did shout out loud at her, and everyone must have heard.

"Jesus Christ, Sarah! Do you think I was born yesterday? You can't even be honest about what went on? The very first thing you tell me? God damn! There's nothing to say. How could I ever believe anything you said?"

He watched her shrink down inside herself. Oh shit. I didn't have to do that. I didn't have to do it. I didn't have to pound her.

"Mike, no..." Sarah looked around, and put her hands up in a supplicating gesture, but Michael was too wound up. At least he lowered his voice.

"Go away. Please, Sarah. Just go away. Think about what you really want. Go back to your wonderful fuck. Don't come around to lie to me. It's bad enough you've got another man, but you couldn't even respect me enough to tell me the truth."

So she left. She gulped twice and seemed about to cry, but then she set her mouth and, looking neither left nor right, walked back down the hall.

* * * * *

One day led to the next. 

He lectured days, because he had to. He tried to write. He sat in his crummy little efficiency night after night and wondered what Sarah was doing to George. He went to a movie but left in the middle and didn't go to any others. 

There were practical issues of living apart, so he called several times to leave messages on the answering machine. One day the message in his voice was replaced by one in hers. Another time he called and Sarah picked up the phone and he hung up. He started shaking. After that he didn't call anymore, but left written messages on her door. He didn't tell her his address and he didn't list his new phone number. Sarah didn't come to the office again and she didn't call there either.

* * * * *

One week led to the next.

There was this singles club Michael found his third weekend, when he was crazy with loneliness. He met a woman and they talked and he could tell in five minutes where it was going. They went to her apartment where they sexed. During it he stood, half-leaning back against her desk and she knelt in front of him and sucked him off. It was wonderful. It felt marvelous and the thought of her swallowing his sperm gave him a stupendous orgasm that left him reeling. She seemed to like the whole thing, too. Afterwards, of course, he realized he had just copied George and Sarah. Really he'd known it all along, but he'd been too caught up in it to care. That came a little later.

He went to another singles club the next weekend, where he met another woman. He could tell pretty quickly that he was going to score with her, too. He'd never dreamed there was such a pool of available women. He'd known but he hadn't. 

When she found he was a professor and she didn't have to play dumb, she told him her hobby was collecting English antiques. She said she identified with Elizabeth I, because that was her name, too, and because her hair was red. 

Michael said, "Not a virgin queen, I hope."

He went to Elizabeth's house and they fucked. She gave him a blow job, too, and it was nearly as good. He wondered if all women at singles clubs sucked cock, and resolved to find out. Elizabeth was different from the first woman, though. She was interesting and funny, and her house was packed with prints and old objects, and books. She liked antique furniture. She wasn't just a sex toy to Michael. Not just. 

They were sitting on Elizabeth's couch, naked, with the lights off, watching "Antiques Road Show" while they kept each other bothered. When Elizabeth was distracted by an 18th century Chippendale dresser, Michael pushed two fingers up inside her. It was almost better for him than fucking her. She lay her head back and closed her eyes and had just enough presence of mind to moan, "You bastard." He masturbated her for a few minutes, enough to get her most of the way there, then they watched the show some more while he smelled his fingers. When an appraiser asked the owner of a frontier doctor's case if she knew its dollar value, Elizabeth leaned down and took Michael's penis in her mouth. A few minutes later she asked him if he had noticed the value.

"Who cares?" He answered. "You're worth far more than it."

He liked her, enough to call her during the week, and a few weeks later they flew to DC for the weekend, to an exhibit at the Smithsonian and "The Taming of the Shrew" at the Shakespeare Theatre. 

Elizabeth brought sex toys along. One was a cord with seven balls attached in sequence. Michael got a hard-on the moment she pulled it from her suitcase. Sarah would never do something like that, he thought. Maybe for George.

The sex toys gave Michael an idea. He told Elizabeth, "This weekend, I'm Petruchio and you're my sweet Kate, and you have to do everything I tell you."

She looked blankly at him for a second, then smiled and pulled out her ancient copy of the play. "Wait a minute." She looked up the lines she wanted. Then, "I am bound to serve, love and obey." 

* * * * *

Elizabeth is kneeling, her head on a pillow, her ass high in the air, waiting for the enema to act. 

"Petruchio, my Lord, it is time."

"Then be quick, Katherina."

Shortly, Elizabeth is kneeling again and Michael is playing with her vagina and her ass. He takes the cord and a tube of lubricant and begins pushing the balls into her rectum, one, another, another. She gasps with each one. When all that remains outside is a short length of cord, he rises.

"Get dressed. It's time to go to dinner."

"My Lord! No!"

"Come."

She gasps again several hours later, after dinner, after the play, when he finally pulls the balls out, one by one by one. She gasps and moans again when he fucks her ass while using a vibrating dildo in her vagina. Afterward they lie together with Michael on top, and the room seems to rise and dip. He doesn't think of Sarah at all, not even that he hasn't done sodomy in years, not since Sarah told him she didn't want to do that anymore. No, not Sarah. Not Sarah. Not her.

* * * * *

When they slept together afterward, he found Elizabeth liked to touch. Like Sarah, she would be touching him when he awoke during the night, her forehead or her feet or a hand. Once he woke from a dream, disoriented, and found himself on the edge of the bed, and she was pushed up against him.

"Sarah, honey, you need to give me a little more room." 

Oh shit!

"Huh? Did you say something, Michael?" asked Elizabeth. She yawned.

"Yeah, Lizbeth. We need to move back to the middle of the bed."

"Oh, okay." They moved back and she fell asleep again, with a hand on his chest.

She slept like Sarah. 

Michael stared at the alarm clock for awhile. He put a hand atop Elizabeth's. It felt like Sarah's hand.

* * * * *

They would have seen each other again, and something might have come of it, except for a coincidence. It was almost Sarah's birthday. He'd thought of it now and then, and it hit him when be brought Elizabeth home from Washington, because she had an area by her front door planted in Calla Lilies.

It might have been different if they'd been any other sort of flower, but Calla Lilies were Sarah's favorites. After she and Michael had seen an exhibit of Georgia O'Keeffe's flower paintings, she'd torn up a good part of the garden to plant them. O'Keeffe had claimed her flowers weren't sexual, but Sarah wasn't fooled. She knew they were abstract visions of vaginas, and that knowledge made her love them more, so Michael had surprised her with a book of O'Keefe flowers for her birthday. She'd gone through the entire book at one sitting, and then had attacked him. That's why they'd gotten a large print of a Calla Lily for the bedroom, and why he'd taken to calling Sarah's vagina "Lily." It became part of their love play, a term of sexual affection.

* * * * *

Michael is sitting on the rocker in the den, reading a book on the role of disease in history, when Sarah walks past behind him, pauses, and bends over. She's just going to give him a peck atop his head, but no, she lets her hair cascade so that it flows on both sides of his face, tickling his ears and his cheeks, spilling all the way down to his chest. She's the only woman in her office to still grow her hair long. She runs her hands down her hair, across his shoulders, to his chest, leaving them right over his nipples. Her hair lets them move smoothly, as though over silk, to where she makes gooseflesh on his chest, and Michael is aware of all these things about Sarah, her hands, her mouth on his hair, her murmur, "Sweetheart, Lily needs to be fed," and he's hard before the book is down.

* * * * *

The memory flooded through the car as he drove home from Elizabeth's. He replayed it over and again, all the way home. At a stoplight the car behind him honked because he didn't notice the light change. It wasn't a distant memory. It had happened just before he'd left for that last meeting.

He remembered all through the night. He wasn't going to sleep, so he thought of Sarah. Sarah was distant, Sarah was gone. Sarah crowded out Elizabeth. She wouldn't let him go. He finally made up his mind to do something he had resolved before not to do, get Sarah a present. 

Isn't it unforgivably cold to ignore a birthday? It's necessary, Michael argued. She'd see it as a sign of desperation. It would just make things harder before she decided to make that official break that was bound to come. Doubtless George would give her something. Oh yes, George would give her something. Toward morning, though, it seemed that Michael should do it, give her something special.

He bought Calla Lilies, of course. He never thought of anything else. Would this somehow mess up what was beginning to happen with Elizabeth? When the time came he almost didn't leave them. Idiot! Idiot! Drop it. Don't cling! He left them on her doorstep, the doorstep of the house filled with the memories the two had made, that was alien now. George's fuck house. He left it with a note:

~~~* * * * *~~~

Dear Sarah:

Please have a happy birthday. Though it may be time for our lives to part, I'm grateful for the days we had together.

Yours with affection,

Mike

~~~* * * * *~~~

He'd worked hard to get the words right. It must have been over an hour, with several cards ruined, before he had given up.

* * * * *

(5) Face to face 

Sarah should have been a detective. Twenty minutes after she got home she took the arrangement to the florist and demanded to know the address of the man who had bought it. She said he'd been stalking her and she'd go to the police if they didn't tell her.

Shouldn't Michael have expected Sarah to do something? He had, after all, given her a loaded present. But he did and he didn't. Sure, he fantasized this and that, but he didn't consider the real possibilities. He shouldn't have been as surprised as he was when she knocked at his door. He truly didn't expect her, hadn't a clue. For a moment, looking through the peephole, he even thought of playing possum. You'd think he would be more self- assured, now that he knew women found him desirable. 

What did she want from him? She had no special make-up this time, no special clothes. Her face was pink around her eyes. She looked different somehow. She looked drawn. He had to open the door to her, and when he did it was like no time had passed at all. Was she gathering courage to tell him goodbye?

Sarah did gather her courage again, the way she had that first morning, and had again at his office. She began talking, rushing the words out before he sent her away again. She was naked emotionally, eyes wet, voice quavering, and even Michael could tell. 

"Mike, let me say what I have to say before you slam the door on me. Please come home. Please. I'm miserable without you. I hate myself and I'm lonely for you."

Michael should have fallen at her feet. Part of him wanted to, but he didn't trust her. He didn't understand. He thought she couldn't be serious, not really. What should he say? Was there a line inside him somewhere? A phrase from a punishment fantasy jumped out. "Well it can't be for lack of good sex...oh shit!" Michael grimaced and shook his head. Bite my damn tongue! "Damn! Damn! God damn me, Sarah, I'm sorry. I'm not very good at this."

She'd flinched. Yes she had. But she responded to the hidden question. "The truth is, I haven't had any sex at all since you left."

With everything swirling in his head, he couldn't resist upping the ante. "That's ironic, Sarah, because I have."

Stop it you asshole! Stop hurting her! She's defenseless. Call it a win and move on. Sarah would have been impressed by the battle going on inside her husband. She wasn't finished. When she continued, Michael came to realize she was much braver than him.

"There's no one at all. I don't want anyone else. I keep waiting for you to call or come back. Now you've sent this card saying you want to leave me forever. Please Mike." Her voice dropped, became soft, weak. "I'm begging you for another chance."

Then she looked him in the face, wide eyed, wet, and defenseless. He could have smashed her if he wanted to. What did that birthday card say? Why did she want him? He still didn't understand, not completely. He subdued himself and recovered his soul, but he had to ask something that could be ugly. Don't be vicious, but ask. He made his voice as soft as hers, 

"Sarah, I don't know. I just don't know. Are you sure you know what you want? What of George?"

Sarah sniffed and wiped her eyes, then her nose. "I told him I can't see him anymore. That I won't see him anymore. That I want my husband back. I want you back. I want my marriage back." Her voice broke during the last sentence, but she regained her control and finished. "I quit my job, because I couldn't work around him. I interviewed for a new job, and I think I'll get it."

Oh God. Is this real?

So of course Michael opened the door and let Sarah in, but he was careful they didn't touch. He brought her a tissue and offered her a seat at one end of the couch and asked if he could get her anything, while he tried to remember what he had vowed to say if this ever happened. He was polite and formal as he sat on the other end, and he tried to keep his voice from shaking. How easy it had once been to talk to her. 

"Sarah, I need to say something first. This is hard, so let me try to say it right. The thing is, I don't know if we should try to get back together. Whenever I think about it I go round and round. I'm not sure...I don't know..." 

Try again.

"The truth is, I don't know that I can give you what George could. That you'd be happy with me. So I have to know the truth about it. The whole truth. Whatever happens I can't stand any dishonesty. I just can't."

"Mike..." 

"Let me finish. Please. Please." He waved his hand spastically in front of his face. "I don't need to know about any other men, but I need to know..."

"Mike, there weren't any other men. Please believe me about that. This was..."

"Sarah, I don't need to know...okay. Okay. Look. Okay. Oh Jesus. Before we go any further." He took a deep breath. It was time. "Sarah, I was unfaithful to you."

"I know. You just said..."

"No. Before that. I slept with other women before that."

She didn't say anything at all for a minute. She was completely still. Finally she asked, "Why are you telling me this? Do you want to punish me more? Believe me, Mike, you can't hurt me more than I'm hurting myself."

"No. No Sarah. I really don't want to hurt you. Part of me did, but not anymore. But I don't want anything false between us. I'm confessing...because I'm not pure...and I love you too much..." His eyes were watering and he was breathless. No, not that! That was all he did for Sarah. No wonder she'd left him. "I love you too much...I don't know...to hold anything over you." He screwed his eyes and mouth shut, pulled his head down into his shoulders, and made a fist at his side. He didn't move for several seconds.

"Mike?"

He held his other hand up, his fingers spread wide. Give me a minute, he thought. I can do it. He was so deep within himself, trying to keep control of himself, that he didn't hear her ask, "You still love me?" Finally he took another deep, deep breath, looked at her, and continued. "I thought about this a lot, Sarah. I can't judge your doing something when I did things. Maybe we can't work things out, but I'm not going to try to do it with a lie. If I held something over you when I'd done the same thing...well...you can see. It wouldn't ever be right. It couldn't. So....So...I can't lord it over you. Everything has to be a clean slate."

He didn't want her to see him like this. Damn me! He closed his eyes again when he finished and turned away from her, which kept him from seeing her lean to him. The first he knew was when Sarah took his hand.

It's a good sign for togetherness when you can cry together. It wouldn't seem to be true, would it?.

* * * * *

(6) Confession

"Are you ready for me to tell you about what happened?"

"I think so." Kissing Sarah's temple, smelling her hair, running his hands all over her, holding her close. It was enough to have her. What would he do if he could tell she lied now? Would he keep her, even if? Even if he knew not to trust her again?

"Well, I did lie to you about how often I'd been with, you know."

"Uh huh."

Sarah picked his hand off her hip and pressed it to her mouth. Then she continued, but she didn't let go of his hand. "We were together five times. Four that we...this is hard, Mikey. Four times that we went all the way."

"It's okay, babe. It's okay." He kissed her forehead. She smelled like lilacs.

"Okay. Well. Well, the first time he just masturbated me. We'd been flirting on and off for a while. It was almost innocent. Then one afternoon we were alone in the supply room and the flirting got out of hand and he just kissed me. No. That's not true. I don't want to admit it to you. I kissed him. I'm sorry, Mike, but I did. It was an impulse. When I did it he grabbed me and I got excited. Then he reached up under my skirt and.. you know ... played with me."

She stopped for a moment to kiss Michael's hand again, as though it were a good- luck charm. He kept one arm around her, holding her close so she'd know it was okay.




Unfaithful: A Romance



"I told him to stop it, and I pushed down on his hand, but I didn't really try. You know how 'no' can mean 'yes?' Well it was as much my idea as his. Maybe more. It was something I let happen because it was so thrilling. He told me he would see me alone the next day, and I didn't know what to do. I felt guilty and I was sure you would be able to tell something had happened, but the excitement wouldn't go away." 

"So, what was it about him, honey?"

"He's funny and, oh, impetuous, and I don't know. It's hard to say. He was there every day to joke with and flirt with. Being with him was dangerous, and it was so much fun to take chances. I don't know now exactly why he seemed so entrancing. I know you hate him, but he's really not a bad person. Not in most ways."

"I suppose. I know how a man could want you. And I've acted liked he did before, so I guess I'm not in a position to judge."

"Anyway, after you caught us I lost those feelings for him."

"Ah, what about his, oh boy, his size?"

"Huh? He's not particularly...oh...you mean his..."

She looked away, and when she looked back she had a sheepish smile. "I saw it for the first time the next day. I didn't know they came that big, and it did make it hotter. It was, like 'oh wow!' But really it...oh, Mike, I don't know if you'll believe me, but it scared me a little too, and it made it a little uncomfortable when he...oh lord...when he entered me." She took a deep breath after she was done. Michael, though, liked it that she had trouble saying the last words.

"I believe you. I believe you."

"Well, anyway, it got completely out of hand. We did it with me lying back on a spare desk in the supply room, and after I had finished he made me...do fellatio."

Here's where it came up. Michael tried to keep his voice soft.

"Sarah, that's something I don't understand. You always told me you couldn't do that."

"I didn't think I could. But it made it dirty."

She laughed. It was a short and bitter laugh. She squeezed Michael's hand harder. "Don't ever underestimate the effect when a good girl discovers the thrill of being sleazy. Plus the fact that we were sneaking around. It made me want to do everything. So I did it. I wanted it. Mikey, I'm sorry. I really did. I'd think about it at night, in bed, instead of sleeping. And I kept doing it." She sighed, then, "The next time was three days later. He had me lean over a desk and did it from behind."

Ask her. Ask her. You have to know.

"Sarah." He paused and she looked at him with worry on her face, as though she thought he'd come be a final verdict against her. "Even after you started, you never did that to me. It was only for George."

"Oh, Mikey, I couldn't do that to you! Don't you see? I couldn't let you know anything was different! Don't you think I wanted to? Here I was sneaking around, afraid of being caught. If it wasn't you, someone else would have caught us. I couldn't do something that might give you a clue. As it was I thought you'd caught me the next time."

"That's when you got some on your blouse."

"Yes. Oh that was horrible! It was about a week later. We were working late and George wanted to do it again, but I was in my period, so he pulled me back to the executive men's room and told me to give him a blow job."

"And you did."

"I did whatever he wanted." Her eyes grew damp again. "Mike, you wanted to know everything. If you tell me to go away, it won't be because I lied to you. Yes, I gave him felatio, on my knees while he sat on a toilet in the men's room. It wasn't so good that time because it was only for him. I really felt like a whore that time. Like I was servicing a client. But..."

And she paused.

"...I still got turned on. I was horny almost all the time, and doing that turned me right on. I thought maybe you'd make love to me when I got home, because you're not turned off when I bleed, but it was a fiasco. He'd pulled out and squirted on my face a little. That's part of what made me feel so cheap. I didn't know any had got on my blouse, but when you saw the spots I could imagine everything blowing up. I was mad at him and excited and scared and guilty feeling, all at the same time." 

She turned and looked him in the eyes, her face almost touching his. 

"But I couldn't stop. When I saw him the next Monday, and you were going out of town, we set it up to have a time when we wouldn't have to worry about getting caught. Pretty ironic, huh? Anyway, you saw the rest yourself, so that's pretty much everything. My life as a slut. I'm still ashamed of myself. I'd always felt so superior to women who ran around like that."

He pulled her head down to his shoulder and held her there gently with the palm of his hand, while he ran his lips around an eye, her cheek, her bangs. He knew she hadn't held back, but he still had to know one last thing. "Sarah? What would have happened if I hadn't caught you?"

Sarah raised her head and looked straight at him again. Her hand rose to his face, but she didn't answer. "I'm sorry. It's all right. You don't have to say." He kissed her mouth, but in the middle of the kiss she pushed his face away and looked at him some more, her hand still softly on his cheek. She sighed.

"I don't know, Mikey. I think...I know it would have gone on a while longer. I don't know what else could have made it end, at least right then. Maybe he would have tired of me. A girl at work had a fling that she kind of bragged about, and she said it just burned out on its own. I don't know. Maybe I'd still be doing it. But I'm not, Mikey. I'm not. It's in the past. I want you. I want us."

"Well, you see..." and for the life of him he couldn't continue. He couldn't stop the tic that began in his eye, or the quiver in his chin. It was going to happen yet again, and all those thoughts about not showing her how weak he was came roaring back.

"Mikey? Say it. You have to be honest too."

"I thought..." Breathe slowly. You can make it. "I thought probably you wanted to leave me. For George."

"Oh honey, no! No! I never stopped loving you! I never stopped wanting you!" Sarah began to kiss Michael all over his face. "The worst part was that I knew it could make me lose you. You have to believe me, darling! I always knew you were my love."

Then Sarah stopped kissing and stopped talking. She raised her head and looked at him with enormous eyes.

"Michael! That's why you never called!"

"Uh..."

"And I thought it was because you wouldn't forgive me."

"Oh Jesus, Sarah. I could have forgiven you that first week. I just didn't think you'd want me anymore."

"Honey! My darling, empty-headed husband! Please don't ever do that again! It's too much like a soap opera. The thought that I could lose you not because I had an affair, but because we misunderstood each other. Promise me you'll always be open to me. Promise!"

"Okay. Okay." They began kissing again, but he was embarrassed that she had married such a wuss. 

* * * * *

(7) After

After the distance, after the emotions, after the confessions, after everything, comes the sweet. Tender touches. Kissing lightly here, and here. Murmuring absurd things. 

"You know, hearing you talk about sleazy sex has made me awfully horny."

"Thank goodness! After telling you all that, I didn't know what I'd do if you didn't want me tonight."

"I want you to be my slut, tonight."

One thing leading to another, one button following another. Sliding clothes off arms and legs and bodies. Feeling the one they each thought never to know by touch again, her skin waiting for his mouth and his hands, his flesh cooled and warmed by her breath.

He lifted his lips off her ear. What a soft ear, and cool. Her ears had always been cool, except when she drank alcohol, when they became red and warm to the touch.

"I'm glad you came to me and forced me to listen," he said, and moved his mouth over the soft lobe. He blew lightly into her ear, "But why the detective work? Why didn't you just come to the office?"

Sarah pulled her ear away and replaced it with her mouth, sucked on his lip, slid her tongue over his, moved to his cheek and rubbed her mouth over his whiskers.

"Mikey, you told me not to." She sounded self-conscious about it, a little embarrassed. "And I couldn't bring myself to see you with anyone else around. It had to be in private. You don't know how many times I almost turned around and went home today. I couldn't have done it at all if you hadn't left that note saying it was over between us."

He had to look at that note again!

Michael was on his back, leaving his cock convenient to Sarah's hand. She stroked it, the whole red thing, from the tip, past the head, all the way down to his balls. Michael breathed through his mouth while his penis rocked upward.

"Look. John Peter is happy to see me again." She petted him all along the penis again and it surged again, and Michael made a little sound. "Maybe I need to punish him for what he did to all those other women."

Michael caught her hand before she could give him a third stroke. "Not all that many women, Sarah. And there's one I'm going to have to hurt a little."

Sarah smirked at him. "My husband the heartbreaker. You know a lot of women have always lusted for you. I can't feel too sorry for whoever she is." She stroked John Peter again.

He took her hand again. "She's not bad. She only went with me because I was separated. Now I have to tell her I'm going back to my wife."

"Well do it quickly. And you know you have to tell me the things you did, too." 

"Yeah, when you need it to get sexed up."

"You're going to wait that long? Well maybe you're not good enough to come back to me."

"We'll see how good I am."

Michael rolled over and pinned Sarah. He moved his face to her underarm and nipped her, and his reward was to hear her little gasp and see her chest jerk a fraction. He moved his face over her chest slowly, to one of her small, pear shaped breasts, and sucked the nipple into his mouth. He sucked until it grew, and he flicked it back and forth, back and forth with his tongue. He felt her bring a hand to his head and hold him to her breast.

"Harder! My Mikey. My sweet man. Ow! Not so hard."

He trailed fingers down Sarah's belly, through her hair and lightly between her lips. They were slick and oiled and he knew they had her scent, so he reluctantly left her breast and moved further down, sliding his whole face over her belly, nibbling and licking and tasting her, to her mound and her curls and down to her vagina. He licked all the way down Sarah's slit, then moved his body down until he was facing her vagina right on. She was breathing fast. He could see her breathing in the movements of her belly. 

"I didn't think I would ever taste Lily again." He flicked his tongue over her clitoris, then all around it, and then lifted up his head.

"Oh you're a bastard, Mikey. Don't leave her now that you've found her."

But when he kept his face above her to torture her, giving her little licks on her hood and blowing long, slow breaths on her clitoris, Sarah reached down to pull his mouth to her.

"Is that how you treated those women? It's a wonder they...oh...!"

He sucked Sarah all the way in, her labia and clitoris, everything, and moved all the way down to her mouth, then up again, smelling and tasting everything, pushing two fingers inside her while he licked her, and getting re-acquainted with how she felt inside. He stopped just once, to look up at her and murmur, "My Lily," and then he finished her, sucking in both labia again and running his tongue up and down, over and again, biting Sarah so she would hold herself still, then sucking her again so she would move, and she started to make those sounds he always loved, always had loved about her, half gasping and half crying. She made them faster and faster and higher pitched and then she came loudly, as though crying, holding Michael's head to her crotch so hard he could hardly breathe, crying on and on. God she sounded beautiful!

He crawled up beside her while she was still gasping, so he could see her face. Her eyes were closed and she didn't see his expression, full of something like wonder. He brushed his lips all over her face. He knew she could feel it, though she couldn't respond just yet.

Finally her breathing eased. Her eyes opened, just barely, and she half rolled to her side and put a hand on Michael's waist. "I'm going to be sooo sweet to you, my darling."

After they kissed some more, she began to inch down the bed, toward the foot, until she was far enough down to take his penis in her hand and pull it toward her face.

"No," said Michael. He put his hand atop hers, over his penis.

"What?"

"Don't do that." 

"Mikey, you really do want to punish me."

"No. Just don't do that. Not now. I don't want that."

"Oh-oh," she said in a sing-song voice, and she switched to the high-pitched baby-talk voice she used when teasing him. "You know what I fink? I fink my sexy but vewy siwwy husband finks I won't wike John Petah."

Sarah grabbed his penis like a microphone. "Does you fink I won't wike you, John Petah?" She shook it side-to-side. "Me neiffer." In her regular voice she said, "Believe me, honey, I'll make it worthwhile to you."

"I believe you. I do. Just not this time. Some other time."

Sarah let loose Michael's prick. She knelt upright and looked him in the eyes, put a hand to his cheek, and bent to kiss him. Just a light kiss. Michael sat up to her and put both arms around her, his left around her waist and his right around her shoulders. Sarah didn't take her hand from his cheek the whole time he was moving. Now she looked directly into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mike. I made such a mess of everything."

"Don't say that. It's not all your fault. You know that. Some things just take a little time."

She sighed. "Is there anything I can do?"

He was afraid she was going to cry again. No, please don't.

"Just love me, Sarah. I'll be okay. I promise."

"Okay. I can do that. I can love you. You know I can do that."

Sarah lay her head on Michael's shoulder and put both her arms around him. After a minute she lay down and pulled Michael down to her. She spread her legs to welcome him home.

End.