0 comments/ 13292 views/ 0 favorites What Do I Do? By: Compliant1 "How come you've stopped talking to me?" It was bound to happen. The company is huge, but we were bound to cross paths sooner or later. It just happened to be in an elevator. "I have no reason to speak with you. Bob and Kenny are gone, so there's no reason to be nice to you for their sake. You were never nice to me. In fact, you've always been despotic, snide and just plain rude. I have no reason to put up with that any longer." Donna was the belle of Shipping, Receiving and Transportation. She was a cog in mid management. She was also the only woman in that department. Because of this, all of the guys, including my two friends, were mad about her. Personally, I wasn't impressed. She was short, somewhat stocky and on the backside of forty. She wasn't ugly; she had one of those faces that could look pleasant or frowsy, depending on the light and the time of day. Her ass wasn't bad, considering her height and age, but her one outstanding feature were her breasts. They were large, round and firm. They were impressive, despite the frumpy sweatshirts that she wore to work. They were the kind of tits that women pay good money to have, but never achieve. It was her big tits and lack of competition which made her so popular with the apes in her department. Perhaps I was the exception, but she treated me like shit whenever I was there to visit my friends. Out of respect for them, I'd always been more polite to her than she deserved. Since Bob and Kenny left the company, I'd been shining her on whenever I saw her. I knew she was surprised when I walked by her without a word on the few occasions I'd seen her. Her snide comments turned into quiet hellos when she realized that I was ignoring her. She was not only rude and abrasive, she just wasn't my type. I prefer tall, slim girls with small breasts. I just love small titties, the smaller the better! "Excuse me, for not dropping everything to chit chat with you, but I'm under a lot of pressure. Unlike you, I have deadlines to meet." "There's always time to be polite. Besides, I'm sick of hearing how "poor Donna is so stressed out because of the long hours she works." I've been with the company long enough to know your type. You create your own stress. You don't have to be here late. You're here because you don't want to go home. There's no one at home to kiss your ass, is there?" Her demeanor changed in an instant. Suddenly, I was riding an elevator with a tired, lonely woman who had nothing to look forward to but another day on the job. She had to crane her neck to look at me in the small little room that was climbing to the fifth floor. "It never occurred to me that I was so rude to you. I always liked you. You and Bob and Kenny were the only guys that treated me like I wasn't an ugly old slut that would go out with any of one of them." "From what I was told, that's exactly how it is." The elevator door opened and closed just as quickly when Donna pressed the button for the first floor. "That's not true! I never did anything with those guys. I've never seen any of them outside of work." "I can understand that. A bunch of fat old truck drivers and dock workers are bound to tell stories to each other. But that doesn't change things between the two of us." "What can I do to make this up to you? Just say the word." You could start by saying you're sorry, I thought to myself. "I'm not a forgiving person, Donna. I try to be nice to everyone, but once you're off my Christmas list...well; I can't think of anyone that I've made peace with." "Maybe we both need to change our ways. Come on, Mike, anything you want. I can't stand having someone mad at me. I could make you dinner, what do you say?" Just say you're sorry, I thought once more. Instead, I thought I'd see just how far this little bitch would go without saying those two little words. "How about dinner and a movie?" "I'd like that, Mike." "How about dinner and a movie, and then we'll go to my place and think of something you can do to make up for your ill manners?" There it was, my cards were on the table. How far was she willing to go to make peace, or should I say piece? The elevator doors opened and I stepped out. She didn't hesitate to answer. "What shall I wear?" "What you have on is fine, just be sure to wear a pretty set of bra and panties." I reached in and hit the button for the fifth floor. I produced a business card and handed it to her. She stared dumbly at it. "Friday night, seven o'clock. Email your home address. I'll pick you up." * * * * Dinner was nice, but uneventful. We ate pizza and talked about Bob and Kenny. It was about the only thing we had in common. Donna was obviously nervous, so I encouraged her to have some wine with dinner. I was driving, so I stuck with iced tea. Donna surprised me by making herself more presentable. She still wore jeans, but they were nicer and more expensive than the jeans she wore to work. She'd opted for a tight cashmere sweater, instead of a cheap sweatshirt. The V-neck displayed her ample cleavage admirably, but as I said, large breasts weren't my thing. She'd even applied a little makeup. I'd never noticed she had such pretty eyes. Instead of thanking me for dinner, she looked down at the red checkered table cloth and asked, "What now?" "That is entirely up to you. I can drive you home, and this will be the last time we speak to each other, or you can come home with me, and we'll see what you can do to make amends for your ill mannered behavior." We drove in silence to my condo. * * * * * "Make yourself at home, while I put on some music." She sat on the edge of the sofa while I put on some soft jazz. I turned the volume down to an acceptable level and sat down in the armchair, facing her. She was so nervous; I doubt that she noticed there wasn't a coffee table. I'd removed it before I left the house. "Now, do you know what it is that I want from you?" "I don't know, but I'll do anything you want me to do." "There is only one thing that I really want from you, and you should know what that is. So, until you give me that one little thing, I'm going to have some fun with you. You can start my taking off your shoes." Shortly, her white socks and Nike sneakers were parked on the floor beside her. "Take off your jeans and fold them nicely. You can set them beside your shoes." For the first time since we'd left the pizza place, Donna looked me in the eye. "Do you want me to take off my sweater, too?" "Not for now; I want to have a look at your legs." I knew I'd taken her by surprise. No doubt, she was probably accustomed to a man mauling her big tits. Donna's legs weren't long and slim, but her thighs were strong and shapely. She has a fair complexion, and they were pale from a lack of sun. "Come over here and stand in front of me. Come a little closer, I want to have a good look at you." Despite her sturdy build, I could feel her tremble as I ran my hands up and down her legs and thighs. "Be a good girl and turn around for me. Could you bend over, just a little? My goodness! Look at your pretty panties. They're so soft and perfectly contoured to your bottom; very lovely." "I bought them for you. Would you like to see the matching bra?" "Maybe later; I'd like to feel your bottom up a little longer." Her butt was round and amazingly firm. Even so, her skin was as soft as a baby's...well, you can imagine. "Turn around and face me Donna. Do you have something to say?" "What do you want me to do?" "Why don't you kneel and remove my shoes and socks?" When this was done, she looked up at me, expectantly. "Unbutton my fly and take off my jeans and boxers. I'd like you to have a look at my cock." This done, she knelt in front of the throbbing erection that waved in front of her face. "Don't be afraid, it doesn't bite. Take your right hand and wrap it around my cock. Take your left hand and cup my balls." I watched her stroke my cock for a few minutes before I sat back in the armchair and spread my legs. "You're awfully quiet, Donna. If you have nothing to say, why don't your take my cock in your mouth and suck me off? There's nothing like a good blowjob to loosen the lips." Whatever Donna's shortcomings, sucking dick was not one of them. I have to admit that I've never had better. She smeared the precum with her tongue and bobbed her head as she sucked my cock. She even managed to take it down her throat like no one ever had before. I was soon holding the sides of her head and fucking her throat while she looked up at me, apparently hoping for my approval. She had it. Without giving her warning, I pulled out of her throat and emptied my load into her mouth. When she realized what was happening, she opened her mouth like a baby bird, hungry to be fed. She swallowed my cum and licked my cock clean. She wiped her lips and sat back on her haunches. "Now, can we be friends?" "You still haven't given me what I want. Lie down, raise you knees and spread for me. I want you to play with yourself. I want to see you spread the lips of your pussy wide open. I want to watch you finger yourself until you cum for me." Before she lay back, she took hold of the bottom of her sweater and began to pull it over her head. "Stop that! I didn't tell you to remove your sweater, and I didn't hear you ask." "Please, Mike, I'm so hot! Please, let me take it off." "Go ahead, but the bra stays put." I reached under her and roughly tugged her panties off. Now, lie back and masturbate." Of course, I've seen women finger themselves on the Internet, but I'd never seen a women get herself off, especially laying on the floor in front of me. I was amazed at the precision, the strength of her fingers as she brought herself to orgasm. Eventually, she stopped and licked her fingers, a sign to let me know that she'd fulfilled her task. "What do you have to say for yourself?" Donna peered between her spread legs and moaned. "Mike, will you fuck me now? Please, Mike, fuck me with your big cock!" "Certainly; roll over and kneel with your head down and your ass in the air." She was so wet that I slid in easily. She moaned as I drove my cock to the hilt inside her pussy. She whimpered as I withdrew it and then used the head to rub her clit. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her back and forth on my ridged cock. She sighed and groaned as I slammed my cock into her. I lifted her knees off the floor with every thrust until I filled her tight pussy with my hot semen. I used my T-shirt to wipe of my cock. "Clench your pussy and squeeze my cum out. I don't want to stain the carpet." With a grunt, she emptied her pussy while I caught it with the shirt. I wiped her clean and sat back in the chair. Donna lay in a crumpled heap at my feet." "I'm still waiting," I said. "Oh god, Mike; I want to be more than just friends, I want us to be lovers. Please, Mike; please let me love you! I'll do anything you want. Please, Mike!" "You still haven't given me what I want." "Tell me, please; what can I give you that I haven't already?" "Stand up and face me!" She stood up, her muscular thighs shaking, her knees threatening to buckle. I grabbed her by the arm and in one swift motion, pulled her over my knee. I proceeded to spank her. To her credit, Donna tried valiantly to remain silent and not struggle. I spanked with an upward motion, catching the bottom of her rear. Her ass was so firm, that it barely moved and bounced back instantly. I was afraid my hand would give out before I finally broke her. "Ow, oh, god it hurts! Please, Mike, no more! Please stop! I'm sorry, Mike. I'm sorry that I was ever mean to you! I'll be good, I swear! I'll never be mean again! I'm sorry, Mike! Oh god, I'm so sorry! Please stop spanking me!" I stopped spanking her and let he lie across my knee and catch her breath. When her breathing slowed, I lifted her to her feet and looked at her tear streamed face. "Go stand in the corner. I need a moment and you need to calm down. You may rub your bottom, if you wish." I sent her to the corner for my own sake. I was worn out! It had been an eventful evening. When I'd composed myself, I gazed at Donna's bright red ass. I could still see my handprints. I stood up and put on my jeans. "Donna, come over here." When she reached me, she knelt at my feet and looked up at me. "What do you want me to do?" I smiled and lifted her to her feet and put my arms around her. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You've given me what I needed." "You wanted to spank me?" I had to laugh. "No, sweetie, you gave me an apology. That was all I really needed, to hear you say you were sorry." "So...so now we can be friends?" "I thought you wanted to be my lover." "Oh, Mike; I do! I want to love you. I need you to love me!" I had to lean down and raise her up to meet my lips. I kissed her long and deeply. I could smell her scent on her neck. Not the scent of perfume, or of sex. I inhaled the aroma that was hers alone, until now. I knew she was mine. Finally, I released our embrace and unfastened her bra. "Now," I said, "Let's have a look at those beautiful tits!" What Do I Do? "Charles, I have a problem," announced the Lady Margaret Spendmore. Charles Spendmore regarded his sister with surprise and suspicion. "You, Lady Margaret, engaged to, and very shorty due to marry, the Earl of Havalot, have a problem?" queried Charles. "And you've come to me regarding it? Why not to the parents?" "Because it concerns the marriage bed and the duties therein," snapped Margaret. "In a nutshell, I have no idea of what takes place in the marriage bed or what I'm supposed to do, and you are going to help me resolve the matter." Charles regarded his sister, somewhat taken aback. How could she know nothing? "Margaret," he said patiently, "we have a home farm. We also have a horse stud, hunting dogs and cats galore. How can you possibly not know about sex? The marriage bed is just about sex, you know." Margaret glared at her brother, blushing slightly. "I know that marriage includes sex. Or at least, I know it in theory. But what on earth do I know about sex? When have I ever had a chance to learn? The home farm or the stud? I've never been allowed near them if something as unmentionable as sex is going to take place. If they take a stallion out to the mares they also take me for a long walk in a different direction. I know nothing." "Then why don't you get mother to talk to you about it?" asked Charles in some exasperation. "Why come to me?" "Right. Talk to Mother. Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head over it, darling. The Earl will know what to do. Well, hooray for the Earl, but that doesn't mean he wants to sit down and explain to me what I should be doing." Charles laughed at the impersonation of their mother. He had to admit that Margaret was right. Their mother would avoid a discussion about sex as though it was a contagious disease. "Point taken," he allowed. "Still, why can't you discuss it with the housekeeper or one of the maids?" "Our housekeeper?" scoffed Margaret. "I tried. She's worse than mother. Just close your eyes and let the Earl do what he wants, was her advice. And it's really not something I could discuss with the maids. They'd laugh at me. It would be a terrible loss of prestige." Charles was amused. "So you've run out of options and have come to me for instructions on what to do in bed?" "Not instructions, as such," said Margaret, looking innocent. Charles knew his sister and totally distrusted that look. "Then what precisely do you mean, as such," he demanded, his suspicion plainly on display. "I was hoping more in the lines of a demonstration," Margaret calmly informed him, and watched with interest as Charles choked. "Damitall! You're my sister! I can't touch you that way and you damn well know it," snarled Charles, once he got his voice under control. "Really, Charles, I'm shocked at you. The very idea. And please don't swear. It's ungentlemanly." Now that she had Charles off balance, Margaret went in for the kill. "My idea was that you should take one of the maids to bed and I could observe. That way I'd know exactly what was going on. It wouldn't be any hardship for you, either." Charles was relieved but still highly dubious. "Oh, no worries," he said. "I just wander in, grab a maid and drag her off to the nearest bed. Or maybe just push her down to the floor." "Not exactly," said Margaret. "Tomorrow is fair day. Most of the staff have been given permission to attend the fair and there'll only be a couple of people here. The parents are duty bound to attend the opening and after that they'll go the Squire's place for drinks and dinner. The only maid on my floor will be Ella, the new girl. The one I've seen you watching. We only need to wait until everyone heads off to the fair and you can come upstairs, grab Ella, and give me the demonstration." Charles was impressed. Margaret had put some thought into this. And she'd chosen a nice piece of bait. He'd actually been considering trying to seduce Ella. "I see. A reasonable plan," he admitted. "Possibly one small flaw. What if Ella doesn't want to be part of your demonstration?" Margaret gave him a surprised look. "So what if she doesn't? She's a maid. She'll do as she's told, like it or not." "You don't mind if I have to force her a little?" asked Charles. "She's a maid," repeated Margaret. "You don't have to force them. Just make her do as she's told. From what you've told me she'll enjoy what you do, so it doesn't matter if she's a bit reluctant." Amused, Charles decided to go along with Margaret's ploy. It wouldn't be the first time he'd had to use a little muscle to assist in a seduction, and Ella was a nice little package. He found himself looking forward to the next day. Fair day broke with clear skies and a slight breeze. The staff hurried through the essential chores, eager for their rare day off. By mid-morning they'd gone, leaving the skeleton staff who had the misfortune to remain on duty. During the afternoon the unlucky few would swap with another unlucky few, but they'd still miss out on that early rush. Lady Margaret watched the staff leave, a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. Charles stood by her side, amused and anticipating a little fun. With the last trailers walking out Charles turned to Margaret. "Why don't we wander along to your room and you can summon a maid." Margaret nodded. "Have you worked out how you're going to tell her what is required from her," she asked, curious. "Oh, I thought I'd just dispense with the asking," Charles said. "When she comes in I'll just push her over the end of the bed and toss up her skirts. Then you can see what I do and how she reacts. I'll try to remember to explain things but if I forget feel free to ask." Ella groaned when she heard the bell ring. She'd never actually done for Lady Margaret before, but she'd heard that she could be a bit of a tartar. Ella would have to be on her best behaviour or she might miss out on going to the fair completely. She entered Lady Margaret's room, a polite smile on her face. Charles stepped up behind Ella as she approached Margaret. A sudden push and Ella was stumbling forward, falling face first onto the bed. Bending down, Charles seized the hem of her skirts and lifted, resulting with Ella in very short order finding herself bent over the bed, skirts up around her head, bare from the waist down, apart from her stockings. Ella bucked and screamed, uselessly. Her voice was muffled by the encumbering skirts and a hand pressed firmly against her back was holding her down. What was worse, a hand had closed over her privates and was playing with them. "You see, Margaret," said Charles, "Before I can properly service Ella it helps if her body is ready to receive me. So playing with her like this helps her body prepare itself. You'll note that she is wriggling and squealing. This is fairly standard when you're taken unawares. If I had let her know in advance she'd probably just lie there and let me get on with it." "Then why didn't you warn her in advance?" asked Margaret. "Because she might not have agreed and done a runner," said Charles. "Besides, it's fun to take a girl unexpectedly." Ella could hear the conversation but found it rather hard to believe. She could fully understand Charles jumping her. She'd been warned to be careful around him, but to have Lady Margaret there discussing it? Charles continued to caress Ella, teasing her pussy, slowly causing her body to adjust, her lust juices starting to flow despite herself. Ella squealed louder, struggling harder than ever. Charles winked at Margaret. "It can get irritating if they carry on wriggling and squealing for too long," he said. "When that happens you have to quieten them down." Charles hand swept up and came down with a firm spank on Ella's bottom. "Be quiet," he snapped. "Just behave yourself." Ella then had a moment of peace. A peace that wouldn't have been nearly so relieving to her if she'd know Charles was using the break to undo his trousers. Ella heard Lady Margaret gasp and wondered what was going on. What was going on was the Margaret was truly shocked at what Charles withdrew from his trousers. She had never really appreciated the difference between men and women, and now she found she definitely didn't appreciate the difference. How had Charles managed to hide all that in his trousers and what was he going to do with it? She watched with interest as Charles moved Ella's lips apart and then pushed the end of his manhood into the space provided. She didn't blame Ella for shrieking and starting to struggle again. She thought it was really unfair of Charles to give Ella another spank to make her calm down. While she watched with increasing astonishment, Margaret saw Charles slowly push his erection into Ella. Margaret had though he might just push it in a little, but to her surprise Ella seemed quite capable of taking the entire thing. Reluctantly, from the sound of her squeaks and protests, but taking it. "Is that it?" Margaret asked once Charles had finally come to a halt, cock firmly in place in Ella. Charles grinned at her. "No. Now comes the fun part." Reaching up, Charles pulled Ella's skirts down away from her head. Not satisfied with that, he pulled at where the dress crossed over Ella's breasts, pulling it down so her breasts came free. Taking hold of them, Charles commented to Margaret. "Most women like to have their breasts held while they have their fun. Isn't that right, Ella?" "No," squealed Ella. "Please, leave me alone." Charles laughed. "Don't be silly. Now remember to move with me." With that he pulled back and plunged in again. "You'll find the man does this bit quite a lot," he told Margaret. "The idea is that the woman should try to move in unison with him. If you watch, you'll see Ella lift her bottom and push against me, helping me to drive in nice and deep." "The hell I will," snapped Ella. "Of course, I could also smack your bottom hard, to help you get the right rhythm," pointed out Charles, resulting in Ella muttering something rude but pushing her bottom back to meet him. "You'll probably find the rest of this rather boring to watch," Charles said, happily thrusting into Ella. "Ella and I, on the other hand, intend to prolong it for as long as possible." From the look Margaret spotted on Ella's face, Margaret suspected that Ella wouldn't mind finishing early. She settled down to watch. Ella, resigned to what was happening (and planning revenge), duly humped her bottom, pushing back to meet Charles. If she couldn't prevent it she might as well get some pleasure out of it. Charles drove in hard and, despite herself, Ella couldn't help getting excited. He obviously knew what he was doing and enjoyed doing it. She suspected that he also got pleasure out of having her respond to his expertise, even though she was being taken unwillingly. Cursing quietly to herself, Ella pushed to meet Charles, relishing the feelings he was engendering within her. Charles was grinning. He was having fun, he was actually getting to perform in front of a witness, and his unwilling assistant was enjoying his attentions, no matter what she might like to pretend. He upped the tempo a notch, feeling Ella immediately respond. Watching, Margaret was amazed that they were still going. She had assumed that the whole messy business would be over fast, but the pair of them just kept on going. The only change that had taken place that Margaret could see was that they were now moving faster. Even as she considered that, Margaret saw Charles speeding up yet again, with Ella's bottom bobbing to a faster beat. Charles was breathing hard and Ella could tell he was approaching his finish. She started pushing back harder than ever, wanting to have a climax of her own. The unexpectedness of the affair had left her handicapped, not really ready for the ride. She had some catching up to do. Margaret saw Charles suddenly stiffen and seem to go rigid, shaking slightly. Moments later Ella gave a loud squeal and seemed to shudder, before slowly collapsing forward onto the bed. Charles rose slowly to his feet, straightening his clothes. "I trust that gives you some sort of idea of what goes on," he drawled. He glanced down at Ella. "You'd better leave her there for a short while. She'll need time to recover from the pleasure I gave her. What say we order a cup of tea in the library?" The pair strolled out, leaving Ella to sort herself out in her own good time. "So, Margaret, will you be going to the fair?" asked Charles. "One must," said Margaret with a smile. "I'll get changed and drop over after lunch. I'll probably be asked to give away the prizes." "Sooner you than me," said Charles. "I'm heading over now. I'll just make an appearance and then be off for more rewarding pastimes. Um, I assume you won't be requiring any more lessons?" Margaret shook her head, blushing slightly. "I believe I have an idea of what's required," she said. "Far more so than I did previously, anyway." Charles grinned and took his departure. Margaret rang and requested a light luncheon. After lunch, Margaret went to her room and summoned the maid. To her amusement, Ella arrived, with a large footman just happening to be walking behind her. "Silly thing," thought Margaret. "As though we would jump you again." "Help me get changed," she snapped. "I have to go down to the fair." "Yes, milady," came a subdued reply, and moments later Ella was busy unfastening all the small buttons at the back of Margaret's gown. With her dress off, Margaret directed Ella to fetch her green crinoline from her wardrobe. She watched in irritation as Ella opened the door. "Not that door, you fool," she barked. "That's the passage door. Over there," she indicated. Ella turned and smiled and Margaret looked at her startled. Then the very large footman who'd followed Ella earlier entered. "How dare you," gasped Margaret, shocked. "Leave this room instantly. I'll have your job for this." "Ah, milady," said Ella. "This is my brother, Joe. He wants to return the compliment that your brother paid me earlier. And if you want to squeal, go right ahead. There's no-one else in earshot." Joe, Margaret found, had a different style to Charles. Maybe he had an advantage as she was standing there in her petticoats. Whatever the reason, he was somewhat more direct than Charles and just ripped them off her. His muscles, Margaret idly noticed, were definitely real. Margaret was pushed back onto the bed, lying flat on her back. Joe grabbed her wrists and forced them above her head, where Ella promptly took hold of them. Margaret struggled and found, to her surprise, that little Ella was fiendishly strong. She held Margaret's wrists effortlessly, laughing at her struggles. "Try scrubbing floors for a week, milady," came a mocking comment. "You'll find it will strengthen you no end." Now Margaret found her attention turning firmly towards Joe. He had pushed her legs apart and was standing between them, leaning over her. His hands were on her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing her nipples. Squealing and wriggling, Margaret found, had no effect. Neither did pleas or threats. Joe was amusing himself. Margaret was further incensed to find her nipples hardening and her breasts swelling slightly with pleasure. When Joe's hand closed over her mound Margaret gave a panicked buck. While she was confident that Joe wouldn't really rape her, she felt ashamed that he should touch her like that, as though she was a common maid. How dare he? Quite easily Margaret found, with Joe's hand squeezing and rubbing her. He palpitated her mound, massaging and stroking. Margaret found herself protesting vehemently when a finger slid between her lips and inside her. She squirmed as his finger explored her, nearly screaming when he touched something that sent waves of feeling roaring through her. Joe just grinned. "Like that, did you?" he asked, and did it again. By the time Joe took his hand away, Margaret was hot and wet and unbearably excited. She almost groaned with relief and disappointment when Joe drew back. Her relief didn't last long, being replaced with horror as she watched him undo his trousers. "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, eyes widening as she looked at what he had produced. Maybe it was the fact that he was threatening her with it that made it look so big. "Bigger than your brother's, isn't it," observed Ella cheerfully. "You're going to have fun with that." Terrified, Margaret waited, expecting to be turned on her tummy and brutally taken in the same manner that Charles had taken Ella. To her shock, Joe just pushed her legs further apart. "It's like this, milady," murmured Ella. "We thought as that as this will be a first for you, you should at least see what you're getting." Eyes wide, Margaret watched as Joe pulled her lips apart and pushed the head of his thing inside her. She jumped as he took his hand away and her lips seemed to snap closed over him. She could feel him inside her and, worse than that, she could see him going into her. Margaret squealed a protest and tried to pull away, but had nowhere to go. She heard Ella laughing and then Joe was pushing forward. She could feel him moving deeper inside her, and as she watched, his erection shrank, getting shorter and shorter. Not shorter, she realized, just hiding inside me. Joe moved in going steadily deeper. At one point he looked up at Ella and shrugged. "It's all that riding they do. Pops their virginity like nobody's business. Any time a lady isn't intact, they blame the poor horse." "From her reaction, probably right in this case," said Ella. "She doesn't know what to make of it." A true observation. Margaret was watching stunned as Joe continued to push forward. How was she able to take that inside her, Margaret wondered, already feeling stretched and full. Still it came and Margaret squirmed under that steady advance, wanting it to stop. With a last firm push hitting her, Margaret saw that Joe's groin was now pressed firmly against hers, with his shaft buried inside her. She was horribly aware of just how large he was. She could feel every inch of him, and as far as she was concerned there were far too many inches. "Well, milady," murmured Ella, "I'm sure you know what comes now. It's what your brother called the fun bit, isn't it?" Margaret flicked a furious glance towards Ella but her main attention was on Joe. She knew damn well that this was where Charles had started pushing his thing in and out of Ella. She just didn't know what it meant. She swallowed nervously as Joe's big hands closed over her breasts, squeezing them. She felt Joe withdrawing from inside her, the dragging of his erection against her insides doing terrible things to her nerves. The forceful return was worse, agitating her and drawing a squeal of surprise. She heard Ella's hateful voice again. "If she doesn't lift her bottom to meet you, Joe, you have to spank it. When you do, make it hard." Remembering how Ella had been forced to move her bottom to help Charles, Margaret gulped. The next thrust from Joe was met by a lifting of her hips, helping to push herself onto Joe's plunging cock. To Margaret's surprise, pushing up to meet Joe made it easier to handle him. She quickly found herself falling into a rhythm, moving in unison with Joe. Joe seemed to go on and on, pushing in, pulling back and pushing in again. At some stage, Margaret found, he'd started moving faster. She was gasping now as she pushed up against him, working harder than she thought she'd ever worked in her life. Margaret squealed when Joe started hammering into her even faster. Strange feelings were raging through her, tying her nerves into knots. Joe was moving faster and she was struggling to catch up to him. Something was going wrong. She was losing control. She didn't know what was happening. What Do I Do? Margaret screamed as her climax came sweeping over her, leaving her stunned, not noticing Joe driving home and releasing his seed. Ella looked down at Margaret, only half conscious on the bed. She shooed her brother out of the room and fetched Margaret's things for her visit to the fair. Taking the wash basin she carefully washed Margaret down, watching her slowly gather her senses. Margaret finally sat up. "You realise I'm going to have you and your brother arrested for what you did," she snapped, letting her anger show. "No, are you?" asked Ella. "That will certainly interest the Earl of Havalot, won't it? Not a virgin bride? I wonder what he'll do?" Margaret cringed internally. Have people find out what happened? She'd be ruined. Socially disgraced. She'd never be able to take her place in society. And the Earl. If he even suspected he'd break the engagement. She'd never get married. Or if she did it would be to some old widower looking for a mother for all his brats. "I'll tell you what," said Ella. "I won't tell anyone about what your brother did and you do the same about mine." Margaret glared at the smiling maid. She was stung, and she knew it. What Do I Do Now? Just a short story to make you think. What if it happened to you? Would you do as Angie did? Edited by LadyCibelle with typical care and comments. * Angie makes a discovery. Angie Harmon sat on the floor of the laundry room, holding one of her husband Cliff's T-shirts in her right hand. The perfume was the first thing that caught her attention, but then she noticed the lipstick stain she found around the collar. The color was called Passion Pink, one she was familiar with from shopping with her daughter. It matched the shade she found on the white dress shirt she held in her left hand. Both were in the laundry she collected this morning and were on top of the pile, indicating they were placed there last night before Cliff took his shower. Shaking with anger, Angie stood up, threw the offending articles of clothing across the room to land on the floor beside the ironing board. "That son of a bitch!" she thought to herself. "That dirty rotten selfish son of a bitch is cheating on me!" She stared at nothing in particular as she digested that painful fact. Angie and Cliff Harmon had been married twenty one years. They had one daughter, Sophie, now twenty, who still lived at home with them. She was 'finding herself' before heading off to college. Right now she was working at a local clothing store catering to young people. Sophie was a beautiful young woman and never gave her parents trouble. She was saving as much as she could for later, when she did go to college. Angie and Cliff had what she once believed was a happy home. She and Cliff met in college where they attended the Kokomo branch of the University of Indiana. She was majoring in education while he was pursuing a degree in engineering design. She lived nearby in Marion and had family there while Cliff lived further away in Ft. Wayne. They dated their senior year and their relationship became exclusive by mutual agreement. When they graduated, they continued their relationship and worked hard to find jobs where they could be together. Cliff found a job working at the Chrysler Delco plant in Kokomo and she was able to land a teaching job in the city schools there. After a year of living together, Cliff proposed and Angie accepted. They were married soon after in her hometown with a beautiful ceremony planned by her mother and sister. Angie's family was a close one with her mother Cecile Walker, her sister Rachael and a younger brother Paul. Her father had been killed in a car accident when Angie was just starting college but fortunately, there were extenuating circumstances and there were lawsuits. Cecile was awarded a major payout which allowed Angie to continue in school. Rachael turned down the offer of college to go into a beauty salon business with one of her friends. Paul graduated college with Rachael and Angie helping pay for some of the expenses. Paul was now a practicing attorney and had his own practice specializing in family law. They continued to stay close, even after all the years apart. Cliff's family was more traditional. His father was a doctor, a surgeon specializing in cardiology. His mother was a full time society maid, hosting all kinds of charity affairs. Together, they were in the society pages most of the time. Cliff did not share their refinement and tended to be more conservative in action and needs. His degree in engineering was a small rebellion against his father but there was no animosity between them. All of this ran through Angie's mind as she walked out of the laundry room toward the kitchen. She went to the pantry, moved some cans aside and pulled out a bottle of Scotch. She took the bottle to the counter, grabbed a water glass from the cupboard, walked to the refrigerator for ice cubes, then back to the counter where she poured a good three fingers of the scotch over the ice. She swirled the amber colored fluid over the ice, just chilling it before taking a healthy swallow. She waited for the inevitable, and shuddered as the grimace overtook her. The heat scorched her throat and mouth, even as it settled in her stomach. She hated scotch: she really, really hated it, but it had the kick necessary to drown her pain. She looked at what remained in the glass, then drained it with one more swallow. She almost threw the glass into the sink, but pulled it back at the last minute. She carefully set the glass aside and put the scotch back where she found it. Thus begins the story of Angie Harmon, pudgy housewife, angry woman, vengeful spouse and scorned lover. With the discovery of Cliff's cheating, Angie's life was about to change. The first thing she did was ask herself what she felt. Did she love Cliff, even with his cheating? Could she live the remainder of her life without Cliff in it? Could she divorce him? Did she even want to divorce him? And what did she need to do? Should she confront him and demand he stop? Should she continue to monitor his activities and gather evidence? Should she get even by having her own little fling? All excellent questions. There was more. It seemed so easy in the stories in the magazines when she read about infidelity. It was just a matter of confrontation, apologies, sometimes revenge and then move on stronger than ever. It seemed like a lot of bullshit to Angie. She had so many questions it would take her weeks or months to figure out all the answers. And she wanted those answers. To divorce Cliff was not an answer since she really loved Cliff with all her heart. That was something she couldn't change. It made her hurt when she found out about his cheating but she couldn't help herself. A divorce would hurt her as much as it hurt him. Angie went through a lot of turmoil, blaming herself, blaming Cliff, wondering why he would do this, wondering what it would be like to have her own lover. But to make her story a lot shorter than it actually is, we'll skip a lot of that useless crap. Let's see what she does first. Angie went upstairs after finishing the scotch; shaky and unhappy. The scotch had filled her with warmth and some liquid courage so she walked into the bathroom, took off all her clothes, stood in front of the full length mirror embarrassed but determined, and looked hard at herself: body and face. After a good long, piercing look, one word escaped her mouth: Yuck! Angie had to face facts. She was drab! From head to toe, she was drab; dull, overweight, slump shouldered and slovenly. Her hair, once a deep reddish brown was now just drab brown. No luster, no shine, no body. And there was some gray beginning to streak it. That had to change. And her body: where had all those folds come from? That was just fat, plain and simple! And her breasts: her breasts were sagging, even more than they should at her age. They were large enough, but now that they were unrestrained by her support bra, they sagged! Who would want a woman who looked like this? Certainly not her husband! That was clear as shown by the proof. Certainly not a lover who would be repulsed by what she saw. Angie was ashamed at how she had let herself go over the past few years. The mirror didn't lie! It was there to see, and it was no wonder that Cliff had strayed. And she had allowed it to happen! Wasn't that why he looked elsewhere? If she was a guy, would she want to have sex with her if she looked like this? Hell no! While that didn't excuse what that asshole Cliff did, she could certainly see how she had made him look elsewhere. The important thing was her body was not something that she could use as a weapon to lure him back home where he belonged. Angie sat there on the bed that fateful day after seeing what she had become physically and thought of herself as a wife. What had she done to fulfill her role? She tried to think of the last time she and Cliff had made love. It was. . . . . . Interesting, she couldn't remember the last time. It was more than a year at least. That thought drove the heat from the scotch right out of her stomach. It replaced that heat with a chill so cold it frightened her. Over a year since she had made love with Cliff! My God! No wonder he had run from her to the arms of another. And one much younger by the looks of the lipstick. Over a year! The knowledge of what she had become was almost enough to destroy Angie's self confidence. But thanks to the recent warmth of the scotch, and the inner strength forged from the early trauma of losing her father at a critical time in her life, she was able to pull herself back and decide on a strategy of change rather than one of surrender. Of all the things that our Angie did, that was the most important and the one that makes this story worth telling. Angie first began a careful accounting of Cliff's times. She knew his work schedule and knew when he took lunch. She also knew where he normally went and who he was with, so that was the place to start. She set up a diary and every day, she wrote down the time he left for work and the time he came home. Any discrepancy was noted. Next, she began to call him during the day at work just to say hi and check to be sure he was in. He seemed confused at first but came to expect the calls and look forward to them. That was perfect for Angie. And it gave her the first hint of hope. Hope that her husband still loved her. On at least two days during the week, Angie drove herself downtown to sit across the street from the café where Cliff normally took his lunch. His habit was to go with one or two of the guys that worked with him, but now she noticed a woman there as well. She was a young blonde who seemed quite comfortable with the other guys, and she noted that she seemed to sit close to Cliff more than the others. On one occasion, when the others left, Cliff and the girl remained for a while longer, their heads close together, talking. When they came out, they walked closely together back to the office, Cliff's arm around her waist. There was nothing more than that, but it was apparent they were closer than employer/employee. She returned several times over the next month, finding nothing more than she first noted. She made note of that for her records, and at the end of the first month, found no evidence that Cliff had done anything more. But she knew there was a woman and she knew what she looked like. From the day Angie put all of her plans into motion, she also began her membership in the body building classes at the local Y. She met and signed on with one of the trainers, a young man named Will who promised to give her back a body to be proud of. He was said to be very good by some of the other women. He was also quite good looking so that helped considerably to make the pain more tolerable. Angie began a very aggressive diet and exercise routine and within six weeks, had lost over fifteen pounds of pure fat. With the exercises Will suggested, she could feel her thighs and calf muscles firm up and slim down. She lost three inches on her waist and she noted that her breasts had gone from a 38D to a 36C and they tended not to sag as much. While all this was happening, Angie had begun to make some overtures to Cliff at night. The first real effort was two months after she began her exercise program. She was feeling good from her workout and fresh from a shower, she snuggled up to Cliff, putting her arms around his waist. She felt him tense up, then relax and turn toward her. All he said then was that he would love to respond but that he hadn't taken a shower and he had to stay up for another hour or so to finish some work. He suggested she hold that thought until the weekend. As she went up to bed, Angie was disappointed but noted it down in her diary. First contact! That weekend, Angie waited until after dinner to move over to Cliff where he sat on the couch and sit herself down beside him. Sophie was out and wouldn't be home for hours. She leaned her head on his shoulder and smiled as his arm came around her shoulders. She stayed that way for a minute more before she let her hand slide down to lay on the inside of his thigh. She moved her hand up and down his leg, each stroke becoming longer and moving higher. Finally she slid her hand over his swelling erection and squeezed her prize. To her delight she found him already getting hard. She began to move her hand up and down his shaft, squeezing as she did. It took only seconds before she knew he was fully engorged. She turned her face upward to look at him and was rewarded with a huge smile. His hand dropped down from her shoulder onto her breast and he returned the favor with a squeeze of his own. At that, her nipples became hard and rubbed against her bra as his hand began a circular motion over her blouse. In order to make sure this continued, she reached up with her free hand and unbuttoned the blouse completely, letting it slip off her shoulders down to her waist. Cliff then deftly moved his hand behind her, unclasping her bra, lifting it off her breasts and pushing it down to join the blouse. She sighed in contentment as he now began to kneed and squeeze her nipples and the soft flesh of her breasts. While she was helping Cliff free her breasts, she had also been busy with his belt and his zipper. His cock was now exposed and was being stroked by her hand. She heard his sigh as she began to move her hand faster and faster, but she modified that with a reduced pressure, making it pleasant but not overly stimulating. She didn't want to waste a perfectly good necking session with sex. That was for later. Now she wanted to make him feel good and to feel good herself. Just making love to each other without the ultimate joining. Cliff seemed content to follow her lead and together they stayed this way for almost ten minutes. Angie felt her own climax growing inside and let it grow, knowing that she could be ready again almost immediately. Cliff was good for one, maybe two climaxes and she didn't want either one of them to be in her hand. She decided to make it happen quickly by taking his hand and moving it down between her legs. When he cupped her mound, she took her hand away and used it to cup his balls while she continued to stroke him steadily but loosely. Cliff understood her unspoken request and began to bring her to a climax with his fingers. He slid his hand inside her jeans and slipped two fingers inside her, bringing a loud groan of approval from her. Once inside, he began to finger her to a strong climax, her legs squeezing his hand until he almost complained. But this was what she needed and she slumped back against the couch in contented exhaustion. Cliff watched her face, a smile on his own. Once she recovered, she stood up, holding her blouse with one hand and taking his hand with the other. She pulled him toward the bedroom as he followed. She moved directly to the bed, sat down on the edge while removing her jeans and underwear, then leaned back, naked and waiting. Cliff had removed his pants and shirt and now stepped out of his boxers, his erection standing proudly on display. She dropped her eyes to it and licked her lips, reaching for it as he stepped forward. He stopped in front of her, his cock now only inches from her face. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking him fully inside in one motion. As she knew, he fit perfectly, almost as if he were made just for her. Angie wanted this one to be special for Cliff but also to be quick. She really wanted him inside her, but she wanted him to have some staying power. To do that, she wanted to bring him off first with her mouth. Cliff loved that and she rarely let him cum that way but tonight was special. As she began to move her head up and down, her hand twisting the shaft on each stroke, she took his hands and placed them behind her head. Cliff took the hint and began to use her mouth as she liked. As Cliff's hips began to move, Angie moved her hands to his butt to pull him in. Cliff was groaning in pleasure and the motion of his hips increased as he held her head stationary. As he felt his balls tighten and the incredible pleasure of a climax approaching, he tried to push Angie's face back but she resisted. She held on tightly and continued using her mouth and tongue to bring on the climax she was waiting for. Cliff gave up and suddenly went rigid, his hips jammed against her face and his hands holding her head tightly against him. She felt the spurts of liquid hit the back of her throat and she swallowed as fast as she could. When it was over, Angie was sitting on the edge of the bed, a huge smile on her face as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Cliff was standing in front of her, his legs bent at the knees, his face covered with a sheen of sweat and his eyes glazed. He finally collected himself and sat down beside her. "Holy Shit! Where the hell did that come from? My God Angie, that was fantastic!" "I'm glad you liked it. I just realized we haven't made love for a long time. I thought it was time we got back to it. "You're right it has been some time. I should have mentioned it myself but I've been so busy. And it seems to me that you have been doing something different lately. You look different and you feel different. I mean that in a good way." "Thank you for noticing. I've started working out. It makes me feel good and I have more energy." Cliff sat down on the bed beside Angie and they began to kiss and touch each other like lovers once again. Before too long, Angie felt Cliff's cock come to life and this time she wasn't going to waste it on foreplay. She pushed Cliff back onto the bed, smiling at his surprise. As he lay back, she moved up to her knees, swung one leg over his hips straddling him. She rose up over his now engorged cock, took it in her hand and guided it into her waiting labia. She rubbed it a few times to wet the tip and then sat slowly down taking him inside. It felt gloriously tight and she had to stop to accommodate its size. She remembered how big Cliff was now: how had she ever forgotten that? She rose up, waited a breath and then lowered herself again. This time it slid fully inside without discomfort. Cliff was amazed at the tightness and how wet Angie was. And she was riding him! This was a night for surprises but they were pleasant surprises. He felt her slide fully down taking his whole length inside her. He groaned in pleasure as she began to ride him, up and down, each stroke massaging his cock like a warm, wet glove. God! How had he not missed this? How could he have forgotten what she was like? Angie was pleased with her night with Cliff. She had given him something to think about and it seemed to be working. All weekend he looked at her with renewed interest and they made love again that Sunday night, this time waiting till they were in bed together since Sophie was home. It was good and both were satisfied. Angie felt she was beginning to recover her marriage and get her husband back. Maybe this was all it took: taking pride in herself and pleasing her man. That was until almost a week later when she was again doing the laundry and found the same lipstick stains and the perfume on his white dress shirt and undershirt. She was furious! How in the world could he make love to his wife at home and then fuck around with some floozy from work? Angie spent a few days checking up on Cliff as before. Again, he was with the same young woman and they were acting very close as they walked back to work together, the girl bumping her hips against his in a suggestive way. She decided they had some way of doing it during the day, probably in a locked office somewhere. So be it! Cliff would have to understand that there was a price to pay for cheating. She loved him still so she had to give him something that would get his attention. Up to this point, our Angie has been very controlled and sure of herself. She made great progress in her quest to win back her husband, but now she was going to make some decisions that would be better off not made. What Do I Do Now? The following day, she completed her exercises and decided to stay and talk to Will. In the six months since she started, she had come a long way. Her body was toned, her breasts were once again firm and not sagging, her stomach was flat and her hips were narrow. Her legs had always been one of her best features and now they were really gorgeous: long, shapely and toned. Her ass was now smaller and more shapely and more than once she had seen Will checking it out as she worked. Maybe he would like to do something more? She showered and put on her slacks and top and went out to see Will. He was putting away some of the loose exercise equipment and she watched his muscles ripple as he moved. Not only that, his ass was nice and tight and when be bent over it was a wonderful sight. She felt herself becoming more interested as she watched. When he was almost finished, he stood up and saw her watching. He smiled and moved over to where she stood. "I didn't see you were still here Mrs. Harmon. Is there something you wanted?" His smile was more than friendly now that it was after hours. Angie had to be very careful how she handled this. It was too soon for what she planned. "Not really. I was just wasting some time until I had to leave. I wanted to ask you if you were satisfied with my progress. Maybe we should add some other moves to what I'm doing now?" Well now, if that didn't sound suggestive. "You are doing very well Mrs. Harmon. I wouldn't suggest any changes. Your hips and thighs are perfect and your muscle tone is very good. No, I wouldn't change anything. Your husband must be very happy with how you look." His smile was designed to make a girl's heart throb with desire but all Angie could think was that she had to get away before she got herself in trouble. "Thank you Will but I think you can call me Angie now. After all, we've been working together for over six months." Angie smiled but began to move away. There was a small trickle of nervous sweat dripping from under her arms. God, was he hot! "OK Angie. I'll see you Thursday. Good night." She hurried out, relieved that things hadn't gone any further. At least not yet. She and Cliff made love again three times that next week. They were like young lovers Saturday night when Sophie was out on a date. Cliff surprised her when he was able to bring her to a climax four times. And he was able to stay hard after two times in less than four hours. She wondered if he had gotten a prescription for those little pills they advertised on TV. Whatever, she liked it. It was Monday when she found the undershirt with the lipstick. She held it up, the smear of color making her face flush with anger and she began to shake. This was it! No more! He had to learn a lesson that she could not be taken so lightly. He was either going to stay faithful to her and stay married or she would divorce his ass! She had to force his hand. Tuesday was her regular day for the gym and she went in late in the afternoon. It was late enough that she would be finishing just at closing. She made sure Will was there and that he saw her. She asked for his help twice during her workout and took the opportunity to lean against him with her breasts pressing against his arm. She was sure he noticed. She made sure by doing it again. She put a great deal of effort into her exercises that afternoon to burn off some of the anger she still harbored. After her shower, she slipped on an extra large T shirt and a pair of slippers: nothing else. She waited in the locker room till she was sure the place had emptied out. She knew Will made a check of the building before he left and she intended for him to find her like that. She moved over to the lockers and placed the video camera she brought from home inside one of the open empty lockers and pointed it so that it covered the entire locker room. She intended that whatever was going to happen would happen there. Her heart was beating hard and she felt warm all over as she made sure the focus and distance were set. She pushed record and walked over to the bench and sat down. She counted to three, walked back and rewound what the camera had recorded, playing it back just to be sure: it was perfect. She sat down on the bench and waited. Her heart was still pounding in her chest and she felt flushed. She had to do this to save her marriage. Damn Cliff! This was his fault! As she was arguing with herself, Will walked into the locker room. She looked up just as he rounded the lockers and saw her sitting there. The look on his face was one of speculation. He smiled at her, that smile the one that was for after hours. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Angie. What are you doing here? Don't you know it's past closing?" He moved toward her, his hands in his pockets. See looked down out of instinct to see a bulge forming in his pants. Angie swallowed, stiffened her shoulders and mentally steeled herself. Now it was for real! "Hi Will. I've been waiting for you. I knew you'd be back here sooner or later." Angie stood, the T-shirt falling just below her hips and her nipples, already stiff, poked through. She smiled at him, giving him the sexiest smile she knew. As a woman, it came naturally but for her it had been a long, long time since she had to use it. She held out her arms to beckon him to her. "Damn!" she thought. "This is harder than I remembered." Will now smiled the smile of the predator who knew his prey was not going to resist. He walked to her and took her in his arms, pulling her body against his. As she pressed against him, she felt his erection and just had time to think to herself that it didn't feel as large as she expected. He pressed his lips against hers as his hands slipped under the T shirt to slide up to her breasts. She instinctively started to resist but remembered why she was doing this. Cliff would see the recording and then she would give him an ultimatum: stop his affair and come back to her and she would stop hers. Even if this was to be a one time thing, Cliff wouldn't know that. Instead of resisting, she moaned into his mouth, letting him know this was alright. Will stepped back, reached down to the hem of the shirt and lifted it up. Angie raised her arms straight up to allow Will to pull the shirt completely off. She was naked now, wearing only a pair of slippers. Will licked his lips as he saw her body completely on display for his pleasure. Will dropped to his knees and grabbed her hips to pull her pussy toward him. He began to lick her thighs before working toward her pussy. This was more that Angie wanted and she began to panic. She didn't want this to become a love fest: this was punishment for Cliff! Damn it, what Will was doing felt awfully good. Maybe she could enjoy this a little more before. . . . . No! She grabbed his head and pulled him up by the ears. "Stop that! I want you inside me, right now! I don't want you to make love to me; I want you to fuck me! Come on big man! Fill me up if you can!" Angie moved back to the bench behind her, sitting down with her legs on either side of it, looking at Will to make sure he was directly between her and the camera. This way when he climbed between her legs, the camera would catch her face and his ass pumping into her. Will grinned, wiped his face and then unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his ankles then stepping out of them. She was surprised to find he wasn't wearing underwear. His hard cock popped out as his pants dropped and she had only a few seconds to look at him before he walked over, straddled the bench and positioned himself. She looked him in the eye and reached for his cock to assist him. Will slid inside her rather easily and she wasn't even that wet. As he pushed inside her, only the second man to ever do that, Angie compared him immediately to Cliff. He was much smaller! Will was a big man, heavily muscled but in the cock department, her husband was superior. She smiled to herself as she felt Will begin to pump into her. She was surprised to find she didn't feel much as he fucked her. Will was beginning to move faster and faster and Angie felt she should say or do something. As he grunted, plunging his cock into her, Angie began to make small encouraging noises. She wanted to say something but nothing came to mind. Finally she just said, "Oh, Oh, Oh" over and over, thinking this would convince him she was enjoying it. As he continued, making those grunts of his as she tried to keep up the "Oh" sounds, she was beginning to be uncomfortable with this whole thing. She felt enough guilt to make this whole affair cheap and tawdry, and as she was being banged against the hard wooden bench, she offered up a small prayer hoping to be forgiven for doing this. After all, it was to save her marriage wasn't it? Even so, she was considering telling Will to just stop when he grabbed her hips and started to stroke her rapidly. Well now, she thought; this was more like it. Just as she began to feel something, he tensed up and unloaded his semen inside her with three quick pumps. She felt it as it jetted into her and had a moment's panic before remembering she was well past her prime time. Cliff had a vasectomy several years ago so she had stopped with the pills. She was safe. Will pulled out, smiled at her and made some inane comment about her being a super lay. She reached out one hand to pat him on the cheek before asking him to leave so she could clean herself up. He seemed surprised at her dismissal but he did leave, telling her he would wait for her to lock up. He walked out, Angie watching him go. She got up, went to the camera, turned it off and then went into the bathroom to clean herself out. Fifteen minutes later, Angie walked out to find Will waiting by the door. He started to say something but Angie stopped him with a finger to his lips. "Just forget this ever happened. I enjoyed it but never again. I forgot that I'm a happily married woman and this can never happen again. Do you understand?" At his nod, she walked to her car and drove home. Now she had done it! This was probably over the top but to win Cliff back from his young lover Angie was convinced she had to shock Cliff into seeing what he could lose. Was she right? We'll see. She reviewed the video at home and made a few modifications before pulling the CD from the camera. She erased the beginning and the end and kept only the actual fucking part. In it, her face was clearly visible but only Will's head from the back was visible. There was no need for Cliff to know who she had fucked, only that she had. She decided to show it to Cliff tonight after dinner when Sophie would leave for the evening. She almost reconsidered but decided that her marriage was too precious not to do everything she could to save it. If this didn't make Cliff stop his affair, she had no more ideas. She would have to accept that her marriage was over. She changed clothes into something nice for dinner. She had ordered Italian for delivery so she had little to do. She loaded the CD in the player, checked to see that it was ready to play and then went in to wait for Cliff and Sophie. She was tense but hopeful. Maybe this would be the beginning of a new period for them: a good one. She smiled to herself thinking of the things they could do together. She was in a good mood when Cliff got home and she stayed that way through dinner. Sophie even noticed and made mention of it but Angie just pleaded innocence. Dinner was a pleasant affair with conversation and discussions of plans for the summer. Sophie went upstairs to change and Cliff went in to sit down with his paper. Angie joined him and waited until he put his paper aside. She wanted to set the stage before she did anything. "So, how has work been lately? I haven't asked for some time." She smiled to show him it was a casual conversation. "Work's just work. Nothing new and nothing different. You know how it can be. Why do you ask?" Cliff seemed puzzled but unconcerned. "Well, I just thought you might have found some entertainment there to make the day go faster. Maybe a new friend or something? Some young thing to make you feel young again?" The smile remained in place but she had made the first step. "No, not that I know of. That's a strange thing to say." He was still confused. Angie took the remote and turned on the TV. "I have a new CD that I wanted to play for you tonight. It's a little risqué so I thought we would wait until Sophie leaves. Then it'll be just the two of us for a little fun." Angie smiled again and Cliff returned it, his tongue swiping along his lips in anticipation. Angie handed him the CD remote. "As soon as she leaves, just push play and then we can have some fun. Ready 'Tiger'?" Cliff grinned in anticipation. "I'm ready." He was tapping his shoe showing his eagerness. Just then Sophie came pounding down the steps. She stopped at the doorway to look in. "OK family, I'm heading out for the evening. I've got my key so don't wait up." Cliff stood up before she could leave. He motioned to Sophie that he wanted to say something. "Hey little girl. I just wanted to tell you for the tenth time: Stop wearing my undershirts and my white dress shirts after you take your shower. You've gotten your lipstick and that damned perfume all over them several times and I have to have them washed or dry cleaned all over again before I can wear them. I'm surprised your mother hasn't said something to you." "Hey, OK pop. I'm sorry and I'll quit. It's just that they feel so good after a shower. I 'specially love your cotton undershirts. They feel great! Mom, I'll wash them if you set them aside 'cause it's my fault and I'm sorry. OK, gotta' go. Bye!" She flew out of the house and into her car leaving Angie stunned. "Seeing Sophie reminded me. The boss put his daughter Emily in my charge a few months ago. She's married now you know but she wanted to learn the business, so Pete put her in my department. She's a real worker but awfully friendly. I've had to make her back down a few times. It's all innocent and she's happily married so there's nothing to worry about there. So, finally! Let's see what you've brought me lover." As Cliff sat down and pointed the remote at the CD player, all Angie could say was, "Oh, shit!"