3 comments/ 13450 views/ 3 favorites Deep Within By: Dark_Kadra Iliana stared out at the waves as they build and grew before breaking on the shore. The multitude of colors hidden within their depths always fascinated her. She could see shades of blue, greens and purples blended perfectly into the ocean's majestic beauty. Stepping closer she marveled at how it seemed to be calling out to her, beckoning to her soul. Bending down she picked up several colorful seashells and held them close to her heart. She longed to give into the gentle lulled tugging at her. Her deepest wish was to explore the ocean, to swim along the reefs and dive into the deep sea caverns. Closing her fingers tightly around the shells she wished with all her heart. Smiling to her self, she tossed the shells back into the sea, man did she feel silly. Just as she was about to turn around she heard singing coming from the ocean, soft melodic voices, singing in strange tongues, yet somehow familiar, she found herself humming along to the voices. "Wake up, Iliana," she heard her mother's voice, as she pulled the covers and tried to snuggle deeper into her bed. Her mother's voice sounded far away, barely a whisper as it faded into the recesses of her dreaming mind. She knew she was dreaming; she had been dreaming the same dream for over a month. Ignoring her mother she clung to her dream forcing her mind to keep contact with her fading subconscious. "Iliana!" The sound of her mother's yelling jolted her with a start. Sitting up in bed, she looked around the room half expecting to find her mother standing over her before yelling back that she was already awake. Looking down at her alarm clock she groaned, the clock read 8:30 a.m., she had stayed awake until 5 a.m. making sure her suitcases were packed before her trip tomorrow. Falling back on the bed she muttered a few curses before dragging herself to the bathroom. Most of the day had been spent helping her mother run errands, that by the time her best friend Amy texted her inviting her out to a local club, she jumped at the idea. She was thrilled to be able to spend one last night with her friends. Going home she felt bad that she wouldn't be spending her last night with her family but then again she was only leaving for a month maybe two at the most. After taking a long shower she quickly applied mousse to her black hair letting her long soft curls air dry as she expertly applied her eye make up. Going by the aqua green of her short halter dress she decided on blending teal and purple shades on her eyelids with a fine line of black eyeliner just over the rim of her upper lashes, for her lips she chose a coral lip gloss that nearly matched her natural lip color to emphasize the effect of her eyes. Slipping on a pair of strappy brown sandals that wrapped around her tan and shapely calves, she grabbed her purse and headed out to meet her friends. *************************************** Nate watched the women on the dance floor. One in particular caught his eye, she was wearing a form fitting aqua colored dress that clung to her full breasts and voluptuous ass, every time she moved the skirt rode up her shapely legs exposing more of her tan thighs. She was with three other women dancing and jumping to the reggaeton beats. He smiled to himself every time she turned down one of the young guys that tried to rub up against her. Who could blame them? With an ass like hers even he was eager to grind and blow his load on it. She had been watching him all night, goading him with her young sensuality. Every time her hands roamed over her full breasts her eyes locked with his and she smiled. At first he thought she was just teasing him but then she allowed one of the guys that had been drooling over her to wrap his arms around her small waist. It infuriated him to see the usurper grind his bulge against her bouncing buttocks but something about the way she sensually moved her body while their eyes locked made his cock twitched, her hips undulated smoothly, almost serpentine as she grinded into her partner. So that was it, he thought as he grinned at her. It gave him a perverse sense of pleasure knowing the little bitch was putting on a show for him. As the song came to an end she excused herself from her friends and headed his way. Drinking the last of his whiskey he put the glass down and decided to walk up to her; it was the chance he had been waiting for. As he hurried to meet her, someone pushed him from behind causing him to crash into her. Quickly he reached out to grab her arms to steady her. "Are you alright," he asked her. Iliana watched the man standing before her with a critical eye, although she had to admit he was handsome. He was older than the guys who frequented the club, somewhere around his mid thirties, with a tall husky build. He had dark blonde hair which he kept loose and shaggy framing his eyes, his face was a bit scruffy but it did nothing to detract from his sexy grin and hypnotic eyes. She couldn't decide if they were bluish-green or greenish-blue, she just knew they reminded her of the sea. She continued to stare at him, until his lips began to move. Her lips parted into a silent o, before she managed to compose herself. "I'm okay," she said as she looked at his hands still holding her arms. Letting go of her, he nervously slid a hand across his tousled hair. "I noticed you watching me tonight and I wanted to buy you a drink." "I guess I can join you but first I have something I need to take care of," she said as she walked off to the ladies room. He waited by the entrance to the ladies room, his hands crossed over his chest as he boyishly grinned at her. "Ready for that drink now," he asked her as she stopped before him. "Um, sure but only one drink alright, I have to get back to my friends." "Then one drink it is," he said as he wrapped his hand around her waist and guided her to his table. Leading her inside he turned around to signal the bartender to send his usual champagne and strawberry service. Smiling back at her, he pulled the silk tassel that held the curtain up, letting it fall into place shielding them from the rest of the club. Iliana watched him as he sat across from her, something about the way he looked at her made her body tingle with both nervousness and excitement. "Wow, you must be loaded," she blurted out. It wasn't the smartest thing to say but then again how could she think with all her nerve endings skyrocketing in his presence. Nate chuckled at her words, "Not really, I just happened to be a good friend of the owner." Taking her hand in his, he softly brushed his fingers over her palm, "Now I believe it is my turn to ask you a few questions," he said. "Go ahead," she smiled back at him as she entwined her fingers with his. "Well first thing first, my name is Nate, what's yours?" "Iliana," she said. "I like that. It's a bit exotic just like you." They continued taking turns asking each other questions that by the time the waitress came around with the wine and strawberries, he had already told her he worked in marketing and she had informed him that she had just earned her Bachelors in Marine Biology and was leaving for a short trip to the reefs in the Bahamas to study before working on her Master's degree. Taking the tray from the waitress he placed it on the table. Pulling out his wallet he gave her instructions for them not to be interrupted before giving her a twenty dollar bill. He waited for the waitress to leave before picking up the silk tassel and moving closer to Iliana. "Care to play a game, baby?" Iliana smiled her most seductive smile as she nodded her head. Standing up she quickly turned around and waited for him to blindfold her. She thought the moment the blindfold was secured he would try to ravage her but instead he moved away. She could hear him popping the cork and pouring the champagne into the flute glasses, then silence again. She was about to reach up to remove the blindfold when she felt his warm breath lightly behind her right ear. He continued to let her feel his warm breath along her neck and shoulder. The intimacy of his closeness had her aching for his touch but still he desisted. Instead he brought up a strawberry to her mouth, softly tracing it back and forth over her lips, letting her feel the cold firmness against her soft pliant lips. Her body began to respond to his soft but swift ministrations; already the sweet contrast of his warm breath and the cold fruit had her nipples hardening under her dress. Moaning softly she parted her lips to take a bite out of the strawberry but again he had other ideas. Pulling the strawberry away he quickly dipped it into one of the champagne flutes before offering it to her once more. Iliana sank her teeth into the succulent fruit and moaned even more at the crisp sweet taste that burst into her mouth. He continued to tease her as he fed her, sometimes even pressing his hardening erection between her ass cheeks. Each time he did so, she pushed back into him achingly. Nate smiled as he watched her close her lips around the strawberry, he loved the feel of her tongue as it stroked over his fingertips, and it felt soft and silky smooth. Picking up a flute he brought it to her lips, letting her drink deeply before placing it back on the table. His cock was so hard it was starting to strain against the front of his pants. Pressing up against her he pushed her long hair back over her left shoulder, while his other hand began to loosen the knot holding her dress up at the back of her neck. He needed to taste her, to enjoy what she so deliberately flaunted to him and the other men. Sliding his hands around her he cupped her full breasts, his fingers tightening as he began to squeeze and knead them firmly, making sure to rub his palms over her pebbled nipples before pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Iliana cried out as his hands began to squeeze her breasts expertly, letting her head fall back to rest on his shoulder, she gave herself to his touch and caresses. He began to trace kisses and bites along her jaw line, neck and shoulders, making her squirm with delight. Every movement of her hips made the fabric rub against her sensitive clit. She could feel her wetness begin to spread and moisten her panty. Taking her hands he placed them on the table as he continued to fondle and caress her. Ileana gasped as he lifted her skirt and pushed her panty aside. She thought he was about to take her just then but again he had other plans. He could smell her arousal and it was driving him mad, he wanted to drive deep within her over and over again but he knew he had to keep her crazed with want. Pushing his finger into her opening he began to work her pussy with his index finger, as his thumb brushed and flicked her already engorged clit. He prodded and penetrated her, opening her up for a second finger. Feeling her walls begin to ease he slid his middle finger inside of her. Iliana cried out even more, her walls began to contract and pulse around him. He knew she was closed to reaching her climax, the sloshing and wet sounds coming from her pussy assured him he was correct. Pulling out his fingers he marveled at how slick and wet they were with her juices, before quickly lifting her up on the table and ripping her panty off. Laying her back against the cool table, he parted and spread her legs wider apart. Picking up a strawberry he quickly dipped it into her open slit and circled her clit. Moving his hand slowly up and down, teasing her, forcing her to raise her hips if she wanted to feel more. Every time he coated a strawberry he would eat it and start with another. He had repeated the process five times and each and every time Iliana begged even more. Her whimpers were becoming louder as she succumbed to his domination. Lifting her legs he placed them over his shoulder and slammed his cock deep within her pussy, making her cry out from the force. He was so close to cumming; he didn't know how long he would last. Drilling her pussy he moved in and out, fucking all of himself within her swollen and tight cunt. Her body began to writhe on the table as she begged and moaned for him to fuck her. She needed to cum, to feel his hard cock or any other cock deep within her. Calling out his name she reached up for him blindly but he pushed her hands away. She could still feel him, slamming into her; she was so close, just a little longer, she thought, when she felt him explode inside of her, her walls instinctively milking his seed deep into her waiting womb. He laid over her kissing and sucking her breasts fueling her frustration; upset that he left her like that she pulled the blindfold off and climbed off the table. She needed to go home and get herself off! Straightening out her dress, she tied the knot at the back and stormed out of his alcove. Nate watched her walk out of the club with her friends and smiled as he noticed her purse still on the chair. *************************************** Iliana waved goodbye to her friends as they droved off. The night had been almost perfect if not for that jerk, she thought. Taking off her sandals she placed them on the front porch and went to walk along the beach instead. Nate parked a few yards from her home, he was about to ring the doorbell when he noticed her sandals on the floor. Looking around he spotted her on the beach, her hair was blowing in the wind as she stared out into the waves. He quickly placed her purse by her sandals and walked softly to the beach. Sneaking up behind her he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. He groaned as his shaft snuggly wedged between her buttocks. "Did you think you could escape me, baby?" "Why are you here? Haven't you played enough for one night," she asked him. "We're not done till I say we're done and since you moved you lost. Now I get to do what I want," he growled at her. His words both scared her and made her pussy ache. She felt her traitorous body begin to respond to his will. What the hell was wrong with her, she wasn't a submissive, she thought. She tried to think rationally but her thoughts were starting to follow her body. Her mind and her body screamed for her to sate her lust. Looking at him, she reached up to undo her dress once again, this time she let it pool at her feet as she stood there naked. Her panty having been lost at the club during their game. Nate smirked as he watched her stand before him completely naked; grabbing a fistful of her hair he tugged her head back. "This is how you should always be." He crushed her lips hard, with a kiss meant to punish. Gone were the caresses and softness from before. All he wanted was to use her body for his pleasure. Breaking the kiss, he began to trail his tongue down over her cheek and jaw, further still along her neck and chest. Tugging even harder on her hair he forced her to arch her back so that her breasts jutted out. "Mmm... do you have any idea how many times tonight I've wanted to bury my face and cock in these orbs," he asked her. He waited for her whimpered reply before taking one of her nipples into his mouth and suckling on it. Iliana cried out the moment his lips closed around her swollen nipples, the hard suction was making her knees buckle. If not for his hand in her hair, she would have collapsed already. He continued to lick, bite and suckle on her nipples voraciously, giving them both the attentions of a starved man. Reaching up she held his face to her chest as he greedily tried to stuff as much of her areola into his hungry mouth. He continued to alternate between sucking and biting, one sent bolts of pain coursing through her while the other nursed and soothed. Pushing her back he quickly spun her around and led her to a huge rock on the sand, where he ordered her to bend over and spread her legs apart. Standing behind her he began to slap her ass cheeks roughly, over and over again his hand landed on her flesh. The redder her skin became the faster each slap connected with her skin, once he was satisfied her buttocks were sore he started to knead them hard, letting his fingers sink into her flesh. He could hear her cries of pain but it only spurred him on. Spreading her cheeks apart he dropped to his knees to trail bite marks over her buttocks and pussy lips before driving his tongue deep into her opening, making her cry out with pleasure. For awhile he continued to tongue fuck her creamy opening, slowly sliding his tongue up and down, letting it circle and flick her clit, teasingly drawing it between his lips and sucking firmly. He could hear her moans as he continued to eat her sweet wet cunt. Even with his cum and her flowing juices she still tasted of strawberries! Iliana closed her eyes as she felt the first blow of his hand on her ass cheek. She tried to keep silent and just bare it but as more and more connected with her behind, she lost control. Her eyes began to sting with tears she refused to shed, he had told her it was his turn to do what he wanted and he surely was doing that! One moment she was swearing and crying out how much she was going to get even the next he would change his tactics and again she would be moaning and begging him for more. He was driving her crazy! Just when she thought he was going to devour her pussy he spun her around and ordered her on her knees. Staring at his long thick cock standing proudly between his legs, she eagerly complied. Looking up at him she slowly began to lick up and down the underside, letting her tongue run flatly over his rippled shaft. Feeling her soft ministrations Nate closed his eyes and gave himself to the pleasure her mouth was giving him. Her tongue moved over him covering every inch of him with her spit. Pursing her lips together she pressed them to the sweet spot right where the bottom of his head joined the underside. She began to nibble and suck teasingly, letting her teeth scrape lightly as she moved lower, her fingers closing around his girth, stroking him firmly while she flicked her tongue over his sac. She wanted to please him, to drive him just as mad as he had done to her. She began to part her lips wide to draw his sac into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she began to teabag him as her hand stroke him firmly, which pleased him. Feeling his cock begin to twitch, she looked up at his closed eyes and quickly allowed her forked tongue to lash around him, drawing him into her hungry mouth. Nate opened his eyes as he felt her silk tongue wrap around him almost snakelike, but seeing her mouth stuff with his cock pushed all thoughts from his mind but one. Roughly he grabbed a hold of her head and forced his sac into her mouth, holding her head in place until she began to gag and cough for air. He repeated his motions a few more times before he pushed his shaft into her mouth. It didn't matter to Iliana that he was roughly fucking her mouth. She loved sucking cock; it made her so hot to drive him wild with her mouth. Her teeth lightly scraped his rod as he piston his hips against her face, forcing her to take him deeper. She knew what he wanted, so she began to relax her throat muscles, taking him completely down her throat. In and out, back and forth he continued to thrust into her mouth, pushing his cock deeper within her throat as his sac slapped hard against her chin. Iliana felt like her head was about to snap off when he stopped and pulled out of her mouth. Pulling her back up he turned her around to bend over the rock again. "I want to blow my load so badly on your face and mouth but first I have another hole to fill up," he said as he spread her ass cheeks apart and enter her from behind. "Damn all your holes are tight," he said as he started to thrust within her forcing half his cock pass her anal ring. This was his promised land, looking down he grinned, if only those guys could see how good my cock looks embedded deep within her big round ass. Grunting loudly he pushed the rest of his cock into her ass. The sight was strong enough to intoxicate his senses, he didn't care that she was squirming under him. Her ass was made to be fucked by him, all he wanted was to stretch and fill her bowels with his seed. "Your ass is mine, bitch. All mine," he yelled as he moved his hips back and forth. He was determined to mark her as his whore! His hands reached around her to fondle her breasts and rub her clit. He wanted her to cum at his command to prove what a dirty slut she was. His right index finger stroked lightly under her clit, eliciting a low guttural moan from her. That was the key to her obedience he thought as he continued to stroke lazily back and forth. "I want you to cum, do you hear me you little cunt?" Deep Within For a brief moment she was going to argue with him but then she felt the first jolt of her impending long overdue climax, god, she had been wanting this all night. His finger began to rub faster over the bottom of her clit, sending another pulsating jolt through her, sweat began to dot her forehead as she tried to keep her legs steady. His shaft was pounding in and out of her abused ass like a jackhammer, while he tormented her swollen and sore clit; the myriad of sensations was enough to send her over the edge. Iliana screamed out in pleasure as he drove into her, wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, she couldn't stop herself from convulsing during her climax. She was drowning in pure bliss as she succumbed to the growing darkness that began to swallow her whole. Nate watched as Iliana slumped against the rock, he knew her powerful orgasm had caused her to faint. Seeing her slumped body only made him harder, he felt his cock hardened and thicken as he continued to pound her ass. Her anus continued to resist his intrusion, holding tight even while he pounded and slammed into her, driving her body harder into the rock. He kept drilling her until she began to stir. He wanted her to feel his cum sloshing inside of her ass before he drained the life out of her. Grunting loudly, he wrapped his hands around her neck tightening his grip as she thrashed under his weight. Her hands flailing as she struggled to push him away as he began to cum spraying spurt after spurt of hot jizz deep in her asshole. Iliana felt the last of her air leave her lungs and her survival instincts kicked in. Her eyes began to change into narrow slits and glow with an eerie green yellow color. Pushing back with all her strength, she knocked Nate several feet away onto the sand. Her body ached all over. Bruises and swelling began to form on her knees, neck and ass cheeks. With her mind no longer clouded by her strong lust, she felt fire and fury spread through her. "What the hell," he stammered as he quickly got on his feet. "You're going to pay for all you've done," she said. "Listen bitch, if someone is going to die here, tonight it's you, "he said as he pulled out a hunting knife from his boot and charged towards her, knocking her down on the sand. The bitch was no match for his strength he thought as he kneeled beside her to grab a fistful of her hair. Iliana hissed as she felt the blunt impact of his body slamming into hers. Reeling from the blow, she felt him grab at her hair and yank hard on it. Exposing her poisonous fangs she quickly sunk them into Nate's leg. He tried to get up at the sharp pain but found that his body wouldn't respond. His body was frozen with the paralyzing toxin in her venom. He could only stare in horror as she began to morph into a massive twenty feet or so monster with the body of a serpent and the face and torso of a woman. Her teal colored skin was covered with blue and purple scales. "What... are you," he asked. "Your judge and executioner," she hissed as she moved closer to him. "While you prey on innocent women, I prey on men like you." Nate stared back at her in horror, as she wrapped her serpent body around him and began to crush his bones. His beautiful eyes slowly losing their light as she crushed his head like a melon. Later that morning, she slithered out to sea, smiling to herself, poor Nate had wanted her to take him deep within and that's exactly what she did! Deep Within My Heart This is my take on a theme from Loving Wives about revenge gone wrong. Due to the nature of this story, I will telling it through the eyes of 3 of the characters. This is a fictional story, and is intended for entertainment purposes only. Rick My name is Rick. I am a 39 year old mediation attorney. I am a partner in a pretty successful firm with 2 other attorneys. We mostly do business and corporate mediations. Occasionally we will do some family and divorce mediations. We also employ a couple of attorneys, and some paralegals in the firm. Jenny is my paralegal. She is 33 years old, and a very beautiful woman. She also has a very nice pair of tits that I try very hard not to look at. Hey, I am human. She is literally my right hand man. She is very good at what she does. She knows her business, and helps me tremendously in our negotiations. She is a professional through and through. Jenny is married to Ron, an investment banker. They have 2 beautiful children, and are very happily married. My relationship with Jenny has never been anything except professional. I say this because I think my wife is jealous of her. My wife's name is Sara. We have been married for 17 years. She is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. I thank God everyday for bringing her, and our daughter into my life. I could not imagine my life without her. Sara is also 39, and is a teacher at a private, college prep high school. She teaches AP English. Sara is not as beautiful as Jenny, but she is very attractive, and very sexy. I swear she has the sexiest voice I have ever heard. We met our Junior year in college. For me it was love at first sight. I was on the baseball team, so at first she was leery of me because of the reputation of some of the "jocks" around the school. Her fears were soon alleviated when she realized I was a pretty nice guy. I was also pretty smart, carrying a 3.9 GPA into my senior year. I think that impressed her, and before long we became a pretty serious couple. I think my proposal of marriage was pretty cool. It was early March, and our last semester of school. We would both be graduating in May. We were playing the last game of a road trip, which was televised on one of the ESPN channels. Sara was unable to go, so she was watching the game on TV back at her apartment. Her parents were also there watching with her. I had a great game, going 3 for 4, with a home run in the top of the 9th that was the difference in the game. They were interviewing me after the game, when a thought suddenly popped into my head. They were about to cut away when I asked if I could say something. They still had time, so the reporter said sure. I looked right into the camera and said, "Sara, I love you with all my heart and soul. Would you please marry me?" The camera cut away, and the reporter said, "good luck, I hope she says yes." Several of the players were standing near. They started acting like they were crying, and carrying on. They laughed for a few minutes, then they all came over, and said what a cool thing to do. We went back in the dressing room to shower, and get ready to go the airport for our flight home. I had just got out of the shower when our head coach yelled, "Rick, there is a phone call for you in the office." I walked into the office with a towel around my waist and said, "hello." The voice on the other end yelled, "Yes! Yes! Yes! I love you to Rick, and yes I will marry you." "I yelled out to everyone in the dressing room, "SHE SAID YES!" Everyone came over and congratulated me, shook my hand, and patted me on the back. Finally the Coach pointed at the phone. "Oh!" I put the phone back up to my ear and said, "Sara, baby I love you so much. I hope you're not mad at how I proposed?" "Are you kidding? You just told everyone in the United States that you are in love with me. I just became famous. I love you so much Rick. When you get home, I am going to show you." Her parents left right after that. They were ecstatic because they really adored me. I got home that night and boy did she show me her appreciation. We barely made it to class the next day. We were married in July, and Sara started her new teaching job in September. I decided to go to law school instead of continuing playing baseball. I was drafted, and offered a minor league contract. It wasn't for much, plus I didn't think I would ever make the big leagues. I wanted to be a lawyer, so that is what I did. It was a little over 2 years when Cathy was born, or Cat, as we call her. I guess it was kind of a mistake. We didn't plan it, but we are so glad she came along. What a blessing she has been. She was our only child, due to some complications in delivery. Cat is very intelligent, and very mature. She takes great interest in my work, and usually spends her summers working in our office. She says she will be attending law school after college. Over the next 15 years we became a very close family. Sara has always been my best friend, and I love her more everyday we are together. Sure we have had some ups and downs, but nothing major to speak of. We also have had an amazing sex life. No matter what, we always make time for one another. I know Sara sometimes gets a little jealous of some of the women I come in contact with, but there is absolutely no basis for it. I am totally committed to my wife and marriage, and would never do anything to jeopardize it. I know that she would never do anything also. With all that being said, here is what occurred after 17 years of marriage. It was Thursday morning, and I was packing for a business trip to San Antonio. Our firm was involved in a mediation with a couple of big oil companies. I was taking Jenny, and a young lawyer in our firm, Jesse. Our schedule called for a preliminary meeting Thursday afternoon, then meeting all day Friday. Hopefully we could reach a settlement, and be finished Saturday morning. We planned on leaving around 10:00, as it was about a 2 hour drive to San Antonio. Jesse was driving all of us in his car. Sara was always a little sad when I had to go out of town on business, and so was I. We didn't like to be apart very long. She also mentioned the fact that Jenny was going, again revealing her jealousy. I laughed it off reminding her that it was strictly business, and that I loved her more than anything in this world. None the less, Sara still seemed concerned. She looked at me and very seriously said, "What if she were to come onto you Rick? What if she came to your room, took her clothes off, and asked you to fuck her right there?" Again I laughed it off and said, "Honey, you don't have anything to worry about. I love you, and I have always been, and always will be totally committed to you." Sara laughed and said, "Well you better be, or I might just cut that monster between your legs off." I had an idea, "Honey, why don't you drive down after school Friday? I should be through Saturday morning. We will spend the weekend on the Riverwalk. Cat is spending the weekend with one of her friends. It would be a nice romantic getaway for us." "Oh baby, I would like that so much, but I have to help judge that debate contest Saturday at school." "Couldn't you find someone to take your place?" I pleaded. "I can try, but don't hold your breath," she said. "No one is going to want to give up their Saturday to judge a debate contest." I was so hoping she could work it out, but I wasn't really expecting it. "Well if not, then we can go out and do something Saturday night," I said. We left about 10:00 as scheduled, and arrived in downtown San Antonio about noon. We checked into our hotel, had lunch, and met with our clients. That night we had dinner, a couple of drinks, then we each retired to our rooms to work on the mediation. I called Sara, and we talked for about an hour. I asked her if she had any luck finding a substitute for Saturday, but she said, "none yet, but I will keep trying." "Keep trying honey, I really would like for you to come down." "Are you just saying that just so you can have lustful motel sex with me?" She said. "Absolutely," I said. "You bad, bad boy. I will see, but don't get your hopes up." "Alright, but I will be thinking of you. I love Sara," I said. "I love you Rick, and I miss you." I hung up a little depressed. I knew it was a long shot, but I was still hoping she could come. The next day was a long day, but it went well for us. The whole team worked very hard, and by 6:00 that evening we pretty much had an agreement from both parties. All we had to do that night was put everything together, and have everything ready to sign the next morning. After dinner, we each retreated to our hotel rooms to do our respective part of the agreement. Jenny's husband Ron had come down to spend the weekend with her. I could tell he was anxious for her to finish up her part so they could play, if you know what I mean. I tried calling Sara, but there was no answer. I had pretty much given up hope now on her getting here. I tried again just before going into the shower, but still no answer, so I finally left a message. I had been doing most of my work on my bed the past couple of hours. I prefer this over a table. I pulled the covers down, and got comfortable as I worked. Around 9:00, I decided to take a shower. Just as I was getting out of the shower my phone rang. I ran to answer it, hoping it was Sara. It was Jenny telling me she needed some notes I had to finish up what she was doing. I told her to come to my room, I just needed to throw on a robe, as I had just got out of the shower. She said she also had just showered, and had her robe on also. "It will just take a second," she said. I put on my robe, and answered the door a few moments later. Jenny and Ron's room was only a few doors down. Jenny looked so beautiful. Her long blond hair was down, and I got a glimpse of some cleavage sticking out of the robe. Her robe was not tied very tight. Of course I tried not to look. I walked over to my bed and sat down. Jenny followed and was standing pretty close to me. I put together the notes she needed, and was about to give them to her, when the door flew open, and Sara yelled, "Surprise." She had somehow convinced the clerk to give her a key so she could surprise her husband. Jenny jumped, and when she did the top of her robe opened up. You could see her tits, and you could also tell she was completely naked under the robe. She quickly tied it back. Sara's face went from a big smile, to a look of extreme anger. "What the fuck is going on here Rick?" She asked. "What are you talking about Sara?" I said with a confused look on my face. "Well it's obvious to me. Looks like I caught you boinking your little assistant here." "No Sara. Honey you are jumping to the wrong conclusion here." "Well let's see. I walk unannounced into your room. I see you next to Jenny with smiles on your faces. You are both in a robe. She has nothing on under the robe." Sara then walked over to me and jerked my robe open. I had nothing on under the robe. I quickly closed my robe. "Just as I suspected, it seems you have nothing on either. I think I can put 2 and 2 together here," she said angrily." "I also see there is an open bottle of wine sitting there. Looks like I interrupted a nice little party here." "Honey, I know this looks strange, but I swear nothing is going on. Jenny had just walked in a few minutes ago. She just came to pick up some........" That is the last thing I remember. The lights suddenly went out for me. Jenny had this bag in her hand. It had some of her night clothes, and other things in it. It also had a pretty solid bottom to it. Before I could finish telling her what was going on, she swung as hard as she could, and caught me on the side of my head. I never saw it coming. The blow was hard enough to knock me off balance. As I fell to the floor, my head caught the edge of a night stand. I felt blood and sharp pain in my head, and in my eye. I was unconscious by the time I hit the floor. Sara was out the door as soon as she swung the bag. She didn't know the extent of the damage she had done to me. Jenny I watched in horror as Rick fell from the blow Sara delivered with her bag. She was out the door in an instant. She obviously didn't know exactly what she had done. I wanted to run after her, and explain to her what was going on. She totally misunderstood the scene she had walked in on. I turned and looked at Rick, and realized he needed my immediate attention. Sara's explanation would have to wait. Rick was bleeding from the head, unconscious, and his breathing seemed shallow. I ran to the bathroom and got a wash rag to place on his bleeding head. I was right next to the phone, so I managed to call Ron in our room. He was knocking on the door in a few seconds. I'm sure I sounded hysterical. He immediately called 911. The paramedics soon arrived and took over. They started an IV, placed a brace on his neck, and put a pressure bandage on his head. He was also going into shock. They worked quickly to get him ready to transport to the hospital, which was nearby. I called Jesse and told him what was going on. We both agreed he would have to take care of our clients tomorrow. Ron stayed to make sure he got everything he needed, then came to the hospital. I rode in the ambulance with Rick. I had picked up Rick's cell phone and wallet before we left the room. I helped with all the paperwork once we reached the emergency room. They asked about his wife, or family, and I told them I would contact his wife as soon as possible. After all the paper work was done, I tried to call Sara on Rick's phone. She didn't answer, so I left a message briefly explaining what had happened, and asked her to call for more details. After about an hour a nurse came out and informed us that Rick was still unconscious. His vital signs were good, but they were still a little worried about possible bleeding in the brain. They were going to run test to determine the extent of his injuries. They knew for sure that he had at least a severe concussion. An hour later there was still no call from Sara. I guess she was so mad she wouldn't answer a call from his phone, or listen to the message. The nurse came out again and said Rick had regained consciousness, and was starting to remember everything. They were about to do a CT scan of his brain. All other test were negative, however, his right vision was blurry, and they put a patch on his eye. The nurse said they hoped it would recover back to normal. It was about 3:00 that morning when the nurse informed us Rick was being sent to a room. He would be held until the next afternoon, assuming everything looked good. They were keeping him there to observe, and make there were no complications. If all looked well by the afternoon, he could be released to his wife, if she can be found. He would not be allowed to drive for several days. I decided to try her again on Rick phone, but still no answer. I did not leave another message. She is going to be real sorry when she finds out about everything. We walked into Rick's room and boy did he look bad. His head was bandaged from the 14 stitches he got. He had an eye patch on his right eye, and his face was very swollen. He was starting to turn black and blue from the swelling. He looked like he had been in a fight, and lost big time. To top it off, he had the saddest look on his face. The first thing he asked was, "Where's Sara, did she come back?" I told him, "No, I tried to call a couple of times, but she didn't answer. Rick, I'm sure she will listen to my message soon, and will be here before you know it." He just looked away. I could see some tears rolling down his cheek. Not only did he have to deal with the physical pain, he had to deal with the fact that his wife still thinks he was cheating on her. I told Ron he could go back to the motel and get some rest, but he told me he was staying with me. We stayed in Rick's room, and both nodded off for a little while in our chairs. We awoke at 6:30 when a nurse came in to wake Rick up. They would wake him up periodically to take his vitals, and check him out. They wanted to make sure he responsive, and could still remember everything. It was about 6:45 when Rick's phone buzzed . He had a message, or something coming in. He looked at his phone and gave us a puzzled look. It was a video from Sara. "Why would Sara be sending me a video?" He asked. He pushed play and the video started. We could hear the sound, but only Rick was watching. It wasn't hard to figure out that it was 2 people having loud, heated sex. The voice sounded like Sara. We heard Sara say, "fuck me Paul, show that cheating bastard what it's like to know your spouse is cheating on you." Sara was very animated. It sounded like she was really enjoying it. She was yelling, "fuck this married pussy, and let that cheating husband see me being satisfied. You feel so good inside me." Rick threw down the phone just before it ended. He was crying uncontrollably. I felt so sorry for him. I didn't know what to say, or do. He finally regained his composure and tossed me his phone, I guess he wanted me to see the video. I pushed replay and watched. There was a man on top of her, and they were having sex. There was a sheet over them, but you could see their bare shoulders. She was already having her revenge fuck. Finally I said, "Rick, it's time Sara learned the truth about everything. Since she won't answer the phone, Ron and I are going to your house and straighten this out." Rick was just staring at the wall, not saying anything. He was crying, and probably very confused. If Sara would have been 5 minutes earlier, or 5 minutes later, this would have never happened. I could see where Sara could have jumped to the conclusion she did, I probably would have also, but there is no excuse for her not to at least listen to our explanation. We never got much of a chance to say anything. Sara also didn't know that my husband had been patiently waiting in our room to fuck my brains out. Ron and I quickly went to our hotel, packed our bags, and headed straight to Rick and Sara's house. We made pretty good time, arriving at Sara's front door at 9:30. Sara As I headed for the elevator, all I could think of was why would Rick do this to me, to our family? I love him so much, why would he do this? I'm surprised I didn't catch them in the act. Either they had been doing it earlier, or they were about to, or maybe even both. I wonder how long their affair has been going on? I was really crying when I got to my car. I just wanted to get away from there and think. I had to figure out what I was going to do. I didn't want a divorce, but what if that is what Rick wants? Maybe he and Jenny are already planning a life together. I wonder what her husband is going to do? I definitely will be sharing what I found with him tomorrow. I got in my car and headed for home. After about an hour, I was beginning to wonder why Rick wasn't calling? Well fuck him, I don't care if he calls or not. I don't want to talk to him anyway. A few minutes later my phone rang. It was Rick. So now he calls, an hour later. I did not answer my phone. He left a message, but I didn't listen. I will just let him worry until tomorrow. I was about 30 minutes from home when I decided I needed someone to talk to. I called my friend Paul, a colleague from school. Paul went through a divorce last year, and I sort of became his sounding board. He needed someone to talk to, and give him advice, so he and I became good friends. Deep Within My Heart It was about 11:30 when I called. I told Paul the whole story. I explained how upset I was, and that I really needed someone to talk to. I asked him to come over and help me make sense of everything. He was a little reluctant, but agreed since I had been there for him. I told him to come over in about 45 minutes, which would give me time to get home and open up the house. I was home about 30 minutes later. I turned on the lights, and decided to open a bottle of wine. I really needed something to drink. About 15 minutes later Paul knocked on the door. I offered him a glass of wine, and we sat on the couch. I told him the story again, and then started crying. Paul asked, "Sara, did you actually see them having sex?" "No, thank goodness, but it was easy to see what was going on." "Did they give you any kind of explanation?" he said. "I never gave them a chance. I hit Rick with my hand bag, then stormed out." "You hit him with your handbag?" Asked Paul. "Yes, and he went flying, I guess. I didn't stay around to see the results," I said. Paul seemed to think maybe I should have stuck around and found out more details, but that was the last thing I wanted. I finished my glass of wine, and had another. Paul had another glass, while I had 2 more. I was starting to get pretty drunk. Suddenly a thought came to me. "Paul, I want you to help me get revenge on that cheating bastard." "What did you have in mind?" He asked as I poured myself another glass of wine. "I want to send Rick a video of me getting a revenge fuck, and I want you to be the one fucking me." Paul jumped up and said, "Hold on now Sara. I will not have sex with you to get revenge on your husband. I will admit I have fantasized about having sex with you, but I would never do it while you are married to Rick." "Relax Paul. I don't mean have real sex. It will be simulated. I could never cheat on Rick for real. I will not break my marriage vows, plus I love him to much to do that." "I still don't like it Sara, and I think you will come to regret it." "No way Paul. I want him to see how it feels to have your spouse cheat on you. I want him to feel what I am feeling now. You either help me, or I will just call someone else to come do it." Paul finally agreed, so I told how we would do it. He would take his shirt off, and I would pull my dress down to my bra. I would pull my bra straps down, and we would pull a sheet up to our shoulders. We would expose part of our shoulders so it would look like we were naked under the sheet. I would be on bottom, and he would be between my legs. We would still have our clothes on. I finished my wine, and we walked up to mine and Rick's bedroom. I was feeling no pain, and probably wouldn't have done this if I wasn't drunk. We got ready and crawled in the bed. I set the phone camera so it had a good shot of us. I told Paul not to make any noise, but I would be making lots of noise. I reached up and started the camera. Paul started pumping like we were having sex. I could tell he had a pretty good boner, and could feel it when he landed on my crotch. I started my theatrics, like I was really enjoying it. I would even look at the camera to emphasize some of the things I was saying. "Fuck me Paul. Show that cheating bastard what it's like to know your spouse is cheating on you." Then I said, " fuck this married pussy, and let that cheating husband see me being satisfied. You feel so good inside me." I should get an academy award for this. We continued about 30 more seconds, then I faked an orgasm, and turned off the camera. Paul really got into it when I did my orgasm. He was really pounding. Paul put his shirt on and said he should probably go. He wanted me to send him a copy of the video. I was reluctant, but he promised not to share it, and would delete it the next day. I finally agreed as long as he would delete it tomorrow. My guess was he would go home and masturbate while watching it. I guess I owed him that. I put on my pajamas and robe, then laid on my bed. I had my thumb on the send button, but had not yet sent the video. I fell asleep with the phone in my hand. I woke up about 6:30 still holding my phone. I pushed send, then fell back asleep. Around 9:30 I was awakened by the doorbell, then a loud knock at the door. I walked downstairs to the front door. My head was really hurting from the wine I drank. I opened the door and there stood Jenny. I noticed her husband standing behind her. "If you came to apologize, and get me to forgive my husband, forget it. Do you know what your wife and my husband were doing in San Antonio?" I asked as I looked at Jenny's husband. "As a matter of fact I do," said Ron, as he and Jenny walked in. "Sara, I have a lot to tell you so let's go sit down. You need to listen very carefully to what I am about to tell you." Jenny explained about what happened after I left the room. I was horrified that I had put my husband in the hospital, but that still didn't excuse the fact that he had cheated on me. Then Jenny explained what I had really seen in the hotel room. "Sara, what you saw was not what it looked like. First of all, my husband had arrived that evening to spend the weekend with me. He was in our room when you came in. In fact, he was patiently waiting for me to come back, and eventually fuck his brains out" I suddenly went pale. What was going on here? Could I have been mistaken about what I saw in that hotel room? Jenny went on, "I had just taken a shower when I realized I needed some notes from Rick to finish my portion of the mediation. I threw on a robe and called Rick. Apparently, he too had just stepped out of the shower. He said come on to his room, he just needed to throw on a robe also. That is why we had nothing on underneath our robes." I looked at Ron, and he told me that Jenny was telling the truth. She only went to his room to pick up some notes, then would come back, finish her work, then they planned on making love the rest of the night. I started to cry. I had really messed up. How could I be so stupid. Rick was sitting in a hospital room thinking I was the worst wife in the world. I suddenly remembered the video. "Oh shit, the video. Jenny, did Rick see that stupid video I sent?" " Yes he did, and quite frankly, I was appalled that you could just go out and have sex with someone just to get revenge." "No, you don't understand. It wasn't real, it was just simulated. I got a friend of mine to fake it. I would never cheat on Rick. I love him too much." "You sure have a funny way of showing him how much you love him. You walked into his hotel room, saw me, and assumed the worst. Then you put him in the hospital, storm out, and worst of all, never give him a chance to explain anything. Then you not only destroy, but humiliate him with that senseless video. Even if it was fake, it was a cruel thing to do. I will also tell you that Rick sure thinks it is real." I was crying hard now. I was so ashamed of myself. Jenny was right, I had done all those things to Rick. How can he ever forgive me? I may have destroyed a great marriage, and really hurt the man I love more than anything in this world. Then Jenny said in a compassionate voice, "Look Sara, I know that Rick loves you very much. He is always talking about you. He was saying all day Friday how much he hoped you would be able to come this weekend. You need to go to him and explain everything. Besides, he needs you to bring him home this afternoon." "I will Jenny, and thank you so much for coming here today. I am so sorry for suspecting you with my husband. I know now that you're not the type to cheat on your husband, or try to take another woman's man. My husband is lucky to have you working for him. I just hope I'm not too late to save my marriage." Jenny and Ron left, and wished me good luck. I quickly changed into my clothes, and headed for San Antonio. I had 2 hours to figure what I was going to tell Rick. Rick I sat in my hospital room in stunned silence after watching Sara having sex in that video. I remember Jenny saying something about going to see Sara, and straighten her out about everything. This whole thing had gotten way out of hand. What started out as a simple misunderstanding, was now threatening to end a wonderful marriage, and break up a happy family. How could Sara do something like that? How could she be so cruel, and heartless. Maybe she has already found someone new, and wants a divorce? I had a terrible headache, and my eye was really hurting. They tried to get me to eat breakfast, but I just didn't have an appetite after watching that video. The doctor came in and said all my test looked good. I would probably be able to go home this afternoon, if nothing new popped up. How about a broken heart? Does that show up on my test? For the next 3 hours I just laid there trying to figure out what I should do. I would at least like to talk to Sara before anything was decided. It was about 1:00 or so when Sara walked in my room. I was mad, and glad at the same time. I was mad at the video, and I glad she finally came to see me. Sara took one look at Rick and started crying. He had bandages on his head, and eye. His face was quite swollen, and pretty black and blue. Worst of all was the look of hurt on his face, and the unmistakable look of someone who had been crying for quite awhile. Sara took a deep breath, and started talking first. She sat down next to my bed and said, "Rick, I am so sorry. Jenny told me everything. I know I should have listened to your explanation, but I was just so convinced you were cheating on me." "Sara, you have inflicted so much hurt and pain on me you cannot imagine. First there is all the physical pain. I have 14 stitches in my head. My head hurts really bad, as does my eye. Look how black and swollen my face is? That is nothing compared to the hurt I feel because you didn't trust me enough to even sit down and listen to what was really going on." "I know Rick,and I am just so sorry I don't know what to say." "Then there is the matter of the video you sent me," Rick said. I can't believe it took you so little time to go out and fuck someone else." Sara jumped up and screamed, "NO RICK, that was not real. I didn't really have sex with him. It was all simulated. We still had our clothes on. I could never really cheat on you. I love you so much Rick. You have to believe me." "Oh, so you want me to give YOU the benefit of the doubt, even though the video clearly shows you fucking some guy in our bed. Yet when you walk into my hotel room where absolutely nothing was going on, you assume the worst, and never give me a chance to explain." "I know it looks bad Rick, but I swear it was fake. That was my friend Paul from school. He would be the last guy I would ever have an affair with. He was even very reluctant to do it." "Yea, I bet," was my reply. "It's true Rick. I only wanted you to think I was having sex so you could see how it feels. I still believed that you had been having sex with Jenny. I was going to call you later to let you know it was fake." "Fake or not, it was still a mean thing to do Sara. The things you were saying in that video, it sounded like he was a much better lover than me. You sounded like you were enjoying it so much." "Yes, I guess I over did it, but it was all an act Rick. I didn't want to hurt you, I just wanted you to see what it felt like." "I guess since I never really did anything, then you accomplished more than you set out to. It hurt like hell Sara, and still does. I don't want to talk anymore right now. My head hurts so bad I can hardly stand it. I'm hoping they will finally be able to give me some pain pills when we leave." Sara didn't say anything else. She just sat there sobbing and starring at me. About an hour later the doctor came in and signed my release. They did give me some pain medication which put me to sleep on the drive home. It was a good thing because I didn't want to talk to Sara anymore. When we hot home I informed Sara that I would be staying on the couch the next couple of days. I still had visions of her with Paul in our bed, even if it was fake. I could tell Sara was very upset, and didn't know what to do. She brought me food, and whatever I needed, but otherwise left me alone. She told Cat I had tripped and fallen in my hotel room. Cat knew something was up, and would probably figure it out. Monday afternoon I was working while sitting on the couch. The doorbell rang, and it was Paul. He asked if he could talk to me, so I invited him in. He had a laptop with him. "First off Rick I want to apologize for what happened with Sara. She was drunk, and I also had a couple of drinks. When she explained her plan, I tried to convince her it was a bad idea. She insisted, mainly because she was absolutely sure you had cheated on her." "You do know that what she thought happened, did not actually happen," I said. "Yes, she explained everything to me today. Rick I just want you to know how sorry I am about that video. I would never do that for real with a married woman, much less with you and Sara. I want to prove to you that it was fake." Paul started his laptop and brought up the video. "I'm not going to show the whole thing, or even turn on the sound. I just wanted to show you something here at the end of the video." Paul fast forwarded to near the end of the video. He then froze the frame and showed it to me. "Here, you can see the sheet fly up, which clearly shows us with our clothes on," exclaimed Paul. I looked at the video and sure enough you could see that they were dressed. "You're right Paul, this does prove that it was all simulated, but it does not excuse the fact that she intentionally tried to hurt me when I had done nothing wrong." "At the time Rick she truly believed you had. Rick, Sara loves you so much. She feels terrible about this whole mess. She wants you to forgive her, and she wants to make it up to you." "Thanks for coming Paul. You did clear up my doubt about the video, but there are a lot more issues here that Sara and I must deal with. I just have to sort everything out before I can move on." We shook hands and Paul left. I actually kind of like the guy. A little later Cat came out of the kitchen. I wonder if she heard all that? I still didn't discuss anything with Sara that night, but I sure could feel the watchful eye of Cat. I could see the wheels turning in her head. The next night Sara came in the living room and sat beside me on the couch. She said, "Rick, you have had enough time to think now. We have to talk about this,and decide what we're going to do." "I agree Sara. It is time to talk." Cat walked in and said, "Good, it's about time you two sat down and talked. The best way to solve a problem is get the 2 sides together, and come to an agreement. I am going to make sure we do that tonight." We were both amazed at our little girl. Looks like we had ourselves a mediator. Cat started out by saying, "I think I pretty much know what is going on here, but I want each side to tell your story. I do not want anything left out. We cannot reach a settlement unless everything is on the table. We will start with you Mom." Sara told her story with nothing left out. Then I told mine. Cat took notes during both our testimonies. After we finished Cat looked over her notes a few minutes before she said anything. Finally she said, "OK, on issue number 1 where Mom walks into Dad's room. Dad? Did Mom ever convey to you her worries, or jealousy of Jenny and you traveling together?" "Yes, she mentioned that it bothered her a little." "And did you address it, and if so, how? "Well, I guess I sort of laughed it off. I told her she had nothing to worry about." "Dad, Mom had a legitimate concern. Did you not take her serious?" "I guess I didn't. I mean, I thought it was cute she was jealous. There was no reason for her to be." "Obviously there was some merit to her jealously in the way she reacted when she came into your room. What would you have thought Dad, if the positions had been reversed?" I thought a minute and realized I may have jumped to the same conclusion, especially if I was suspicious to start with. So I said, "I probably would have had the same reaction." Cat said, "So here is my proposal to solve issue #1. Dad, from now on if Mom brings up any fear, or concern about anything, you have to promise to take it serious, no matter what. Can you agree to that?" "Yes, I will agree, and will also promise to be a good listener, and never take for granted any concerns your mother has." "Good, and Mom you must do the same. Now we need some compensation for Mom, so I suggest that you take her out to an expensive steak house for dinner this weekend. Can you agree to that Dad?" "Yes, I will make reservations for Saturday night." "Next we have the issue of you hitting Dad, and not sticking around to hear his explanation. Both of these fall on you Mom, so I am going to put them together. I am also going to find you at fault, and go straight to compensation. Mom, you deserve some punishment, and you will have to do something to make it up to Dad." Cat thought a moment, then spoke. " Dad, mom caused you a lot of physical pain, so you will get to give her some. Mom, you will have to remove your clothes, bend over Dad's knee, and he will give you 20 swats with his hand. Do you think 20 is enough Dad? Sara and I both sat there with our mouths open. We couldn't believe what we had just heard, but we knew Cat was dead serious. "Yes, I think that will be sufficient," I managed to say. "Good. Now the compensation. After the spanking, Dad will take off his clothes and lie on the bed. Mom, you will be required to massage, rub, and sexually please him in whatever fashion he requires. I think it goes without saying that various forms of oral sex should be in order. Do you agree to that Dad? "Yes, I think I can agree to that." Sara and I were shocked, but we were also trying very hard not to laugh. Cat on the other hand was very serious. Where did she learn all this? "Good. The last issue is the video. It is a tough one. Once again Mom I think you have the most blame here, however, since you did it thinking Dad had cheated, there are some mitigating circumstances. Here is my proposal. First of all, the video in question, and any copies, will be completely deleted, and will never be brought up again. It will be replaced with a new video." Sara and I both looked at each other wondering where this was going. Cat finally let out a little snicker as she continued. "After you finish your 1 hour session for Dad, you will set up your camera by your bed again. You will make a video of the both of you making love. It needs to be representative of just how much you 2 love each other. I will leave the house tonight so you won't hold back. I will go to the library to study, and will be back at 10:00. I assume you can accomplish everything by then?" We both looked at each other and answered, "Sure." "Also, I will not need verification, so the video will only be available to the both of you." "We agree," we said as we tried to contain our laughter. "Good. One last thing, I don't see a need to put all this in writing. We will consider it a verbal agreement sealed with a hug," Cat said. Sara and I both took Cat in our arms and gave her a big hug. What an amazing daughter we have. She will be a partner in my law firm someday. Then I gave Sara a big hug and kiss, and a little wink. "Oh, I almost forgot, my fee. There is a concert next month I really want to go to with my friends. Tickets are about $150. I think that should cover it." Deep Within My Heart "Consider it done sweetheart, with a little extra to buy a T-shirt at the concert." With that Cat walked out the door, and Sara and I started for the bedroom to begin completing the terms of the agreement. I bet your wondering if I really did spank Sara. Yes I did. I gave her 20 pretty good swats on her bare ass. She enjoyed every minute of it. It was also the best lovemaking we have had in a long time. I love her so much. Epilogue Now your probably thinking that we lived happily ever after. Well, not so much. Three years later Sara was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Despite numerous treatments, and the best doctors we could find, she died 6 months later. She was the love of my life. There is not a day that goes by that I don't miss my beautiful Sara. I do have all my wonderful memories, and I still have our video.