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The Letter

By: BMAC



Dear Brad,

I miss you so much. I have been so horny for you hard cock I can hardly stand it. My pussy is wet all day long and no matter how many times I finger my self it's not the same as having your big hard prick thrusting in and out of my hot cunt. And you know what I get like when I horny. Even right now I am sitting on our deck writing this letter wearing a short skirt and no panties.

I know the paperboy should be along soon and he should get a nice look at my pussy as he walks up the steps. I'm sitting facing the steps with my legs apart. I'm getting wetter by the minute just thinking of the view he will have. I bet you wish you were here to see the expression on his face. I know how much you like to watch me flash my hot pussy at other men. Is your cock hard yet? I hope so, because I want you as horny as I am. Yesterday I went shopping for shoes in one of my nice short sundresses. The one that buttons up the front. I didn't ware anything under beneath and left the top buttons undone.

The clerks were very help full when they found out that I had no panties on. I even took our camera with me and had a couple of the clerks take pictures of me sitting with my foot on the stool and legs apart. I can hardly wait to see how my hot pussy looked to them. They all had nice bulges in their pants when I left. One young fellow even had a wet spot on his pants. I think he came just from looking at my wet pussy. I was so hot from showing off my cunt that I had to finger my self as soon as I got to the car.

Oh my, I see the paperboy coming up the drive way now. I just looked down and my legs are about 8 inches apart at the knees. He should be able to see up my short skirt just fine. My pussy is quivering just thinking of the view that he will get as he comes up the steps.

I believe that he'll be going right to his room to jerk off as soon as he gets home. I wish I could have gotten that on videotape. It didn't take him long to notice that I wasn't warring any panties that was for sure. He stopped part way up the steps to tie his shoe, but that is not what he was doing. I pretended that I didn't notice him coming and kept writing this letter to you. I shifted in my chair a couple of times, which allowed me to spread my legs even wider for a brief moment. As soon as I began to lift, my head his went down as if he were looking at the shoes he is tying.

I immediately close my legs acting surprised as I said hello. He looked a little disappointed when he looked up and saw that my wet pussy was no longer visible and asked what I was doing. I informed him that I was writing you a letter because you were away and would not be back for another two weeks. He held the paper in front of his crotch I'm sure so that I would not see the erection he had, as he approached me at the table. It's payday he reminded me and I said just let me finish this sentence and I will get you your money. With that he turned and took a seat on the first step while he waited. I know he sat there because it gave him a perfect view under the table. I didn't want to disappoint him so when I got up to go into the house to get my purse I slowly moved one leg then the other to the side of the chair so that I could stand and get up. That gave him a short but good view of my now dripping cunt. Fuck!!! I thought I was going to cum right then.

I went into the house to get my purse and took my time to give him some time to think about what he had seen. I looked out the window to see if maybe he was rubbing his cock while he was waiting. To my surprise he had gotten up and was reading what I had already written in this letter. I watched and fingered my pussy until he was done. I started to cum as soon as soon as I saw him reading my letter. Knowing that he now knew that I wanted him to see my naked pussy pushed me over the edge.

I was not sure whether I should let him know I saw him reading the letter or just go on with teasing him, pretending the flashing of my swollen pussy was all accidental.

I decided not to say any thing so that I would not embarrass him and also thought that tomorrow I could do something else when he delivered the paper. Maybe he'll tell a friend! Wouldn't that be hot if he brought a friend to watch my next show?

Once I decided that, I made sure that i got some of my hot pussy juice on the bills I gave him. I also made sure my fingers were still wet from my quivering quiff. When I came out I found him sitting on the same top step. I walked over to him and passed the money to him, making sure my hand touched his so that he would feel the dampness on my fingers. When I looked down I could see his hard cock making a tent in his sweat pants. He didn't try to hide it this time. He looked up and said thank you. I'm sure he could smell my hot pussy as well as see it. Sitting on the step, he was much lower than the hem of my skirt. I stood there with my legs apart as I made small talk with him. He was getting an up close view of how swollen and moist my pussy lips were. I almost asked him if he would like a taste. My pussy sure could use a good licking just the way you do it.

During our small talk I found out that he had just turned 18 a week ago. Doesn't that open some possibilities!! He also asked what I write in letters because he always had trouble knowing what to put in a letter, say to a girl friend. Knowing that he had read part of this letter, I just told him that I just write about the things I have done or what I plan to do, and hope that they are interesting to you. I then said that lots of things go on, and happen every day that you don't expect. Life is full of surprises. "You never know what you will see tomorrow," I said with a wink. Then I walked back to the table and said I must finish this letter to you. As he left he looked back one more time and I spread my legs wide to give him one last look at my bare pussy.

Tomorrow I think I will lie on the couch with my vibrator, fucking my hot cunt. I will leave the door open so that when he drops the paper of he will see what I am doing. He will also get to see my tits as well. I will pretend I don't hear or see him. I wonder how long he will watch.

Any way dear I must go now. Wish you were here to see this. When you get home I will do any thing you want. Write and let me know so I can dress properly. Hot for your cock as always.

Love, Sue

The Letter



Dear Jen,

This is probably the most difficult thing I've ever had to write. I'm writing in desperation and because I love you so much.

I know that I was the one to suggest an open marriage. I had just had my ego stroked by the redheaded woman you saw me with at the club last night. She made me feel like I was still desirable when she flirted with me last week.

It was because of her I brought up the idea of an open marriage. I thought I'd have a fling with her and that would be that. The idea of an open marriage was one that I was supposed to take advantage of, not you.

After much discussion, and after you had agreed, I was over the moon. I thought that I would be able to cope. All my promises that our marriage was strong enough to survive this and that we would become closer as a couple were a monstrous lie.

Last night when you told me you were going out I was surprised. When I saw how you were dressed I was amazed. I didn't even know you owned a little black dress like that. I could tell you had stockings and suspenders on because your dress was so tight. I'd never seen you wear heels so high either. I wondered, fleetingly, why you didn't dress like that for me. Later I realised that I had started to take you for granted and probably didn't deserve it.

When I met up with redheaded Ally at the club she looked amazing. She made it very clear to me that she was willing and available. All I had to do was say the word. Then I saw you dancing with that blond haired man. You looked like you were having a great time, especially during the slow dances. Watching you grind your hips against him like you did made me feel things I'd never felt before. When you alternated between the blond and the dark haired guy I felt the first pangs of jealousy. They were receiving attention from you that I should have been getting.

When Ally suggested we go back to her place I just couldn't do it. I realised then how much I loved you and that the whole open marriage thing was utter crap. I wanted you and no one else. You, on the other hand, seemed to take to it like a duck to water. You had those two guys eating out of your hand.

I came home, leaving Amy high and dry. I tried to sleep but couldn't because my mind kept imagining what you were doing.

When you eventually staggered in in the early hours of this morning I was still awake. I asked you which of the two men you had left with. When you said both, my heart started to crack. Then you undressed, got into bed and proceeded to tell me exactly what you had been doing.

You went back to Jacob's (blondie) place with him and his friend Michael. Your description of them kissing and fondling you while they undressed you almost made me cry. You grabbed hold of my cock and taunted me. You had made me hard, as hard as I've ever been.

When you asked, do you wanna know how they fucked me, I was dumbstruck. No I didn't want to know anything of the sort but my cock was another matter. People say men think with their dicks? Absolutely true. And you taunted me with that fact as you told me of your night. Fucked by Jacob, you had to add that his cock was huge. Mine isn't small but you delighted in telling me how his put me to shame. Your vocal reaction, which you quite happily told me all about, was something I don't think I'll ever forget.

"Fuck me, Jacob," you said. "Your cock is incredible," you said. "So much better than my husband," you said. "Shoot your beautiful cum into me," you said. "I'm not on the pill," you said. And that's exactly what you told me he did. You also described your orgasm in minute detail. "It was more like an explosion than an orgasm," you said. "I've never cum that hard before," you said. "I've never felt that way with my husband," you said.

Then it was Michael's turn. More of the same, more of the, "I've never been fucked like this before." More of, "your cock is so much better than my husband's." More of, "Cum inside me, too." And you described your orgasm again too. "I've never been so horny," you said. "Oh, I've never squirted before. That was amazing. God you know how to fuck a girl."

You went on to describe how you sucked them both and they fucked you again. You described in detail how much of their sperm you drank down your throat and how much ended up in your pussy.

You know that you stroked me to orgasm while telling me of your exploits. "Did you enjoy my night like I did, Scott? Is that why you came so hard? Don't worry, they've invited me to a pool party tomorrow and have promised me that they will invite a whole gang of their friends for me to fuck too. I'll tell you all the juicy details when I get home. I'm going to bed. You can sleep in the spare room tonight."

That's when my heart broke.

When I woke up this morning I had resolved to write this letter to you. I'm not coping. I'll never cope with you going out fucking numerous guys. So I've decided to leave. I've left my phone here so don't bother ringing me. I won't be going to work this week so don't bother ringing there either. 

If you would like to contact me for any reason, email me by Friday at 6pm. If I don't hear from you, I'll know that you have decided that you like your new lifestyle. If I do hear from you then we'll see what happens.

Your loving husband,

Scott.

What I didn't expect was an email so soon. It was waiting for me in my inbox by the time I checked my emails later that evening. This is what it said:

Scott, you prick,

How dare you leave? I have done nothing to deserve you leaving. You wanted an open marriage. Well, you've got it. You wanted to try new partners. Well, me too. How dare you be arrogant enough to think you can just slink off and make me feel guilty like this?

Fuck you. I've let my hair down for the first time in my life and you can't cope. Poor baby! This was all your idea.

You'd better come home tonight or I'll come looking for you. I'll find you too. And when I find you I'm gonna fuck you up real good.

Oh, by the way, I'm just back from my first gangbang at Jacob's pool party. There were eight guys there who fucked me in every hole. And it was good.

Your wife,

Jen

My reply was short and sweet.

Jen, 

Thanks for getting back to me so quickly. Take the week to decide which way you'll go. Let me know by Friday if we've still got a marriage. Shame to let 12 years go down the drain.

Scott

I checked my email every day but nothing. Friday morning, still nothing. 5pm nothing. 6pm deadline and no email. I did wonder how hard she looked for me because she didn't find me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Just as I was about to write an email to Jen to explain what I was about to do, I get mail.

Scott,

We need to talk. Come over at this time on Monday.

Jen.

I sent her a one-word reply

Okay

My sense of relief was palpable. I had just about accepted that it was all over and decided what my next option was. I loved my wife with all my heart and was too stupid to know it. I had opened a Pandora's box and didn't know if I could close it. At least with the meeting on Monday I had some sort of hope.

I was on tenterhooks as I walked up to our front door. I went to grab the door handle, then hesitated. Then I went to knock, and hesitated again. "God, is this what I've become? An indecisive, hesitant fool?"

While I was trying to decide what to do, the door opened. There was my beautiful wife, wearing a simple sundress and flat sandals.

"Come on in. We've got plenty to talk about," she said. "First things first, don't you ever forget that it was your idea. Also, I re-read your email and yes, you have been taking me for granted and yes, you didn't deserve the dress I wore last week. I bought it especially for that night, the stockings too. And the shoes. I wanted to dress like that so men would find me beautiful, and available. I'm telling you, when I got to the club I felt truly alive. Men's eyes out on stalks and tongues were drooling when I walked in. I felt fabulous. Then Jacob and Michael paid me the sort of attention you used to. They made me feel like I was the only woman on earth. That's why I went home with them, and that's why I went back the next day. I felt like you used to make me feel - the emphasis on used to."

"I know, Jen, I know. I fucked up. I thought that by coming tonight we'd be able to move forward together, but apparently not. Thanks for seeing me. Don't get up. I'll let myself out."

With that I rose to leave.

"Hey, where do you think you're going? This isn't over, not by a long shot. Sit down."

I sat.

"Just what part of what I just said did you hear?"

"That two other men made you feel alive and it made you feel fabulous. I don't think I can compete with that any more."

"You ass. I also said that it made me feel the way you used to make me feel. I had hoped that you might be able to feel like that again. That's why I told you all the sordid details, that's why I went back the next day - to provoke you into some sort of reaction."

"But I did react. I told you I loved you and let you go to do what you wanted."

She looked at me with what I thought was contempt. "Yeah, you reacted alright. You left. You didn't even put up a fight. Do you have any idea how it feels when the man you love gives up without a fight? I spent all last week seething, I was so angry with you. I read your email and I saw red. I rang all of your friends. I even threatened your best friend with a broken leg if he didn't tell me where you were. But he didn't budge. I kept on thinking, 'He's brought this on himself, the weak prick.' And I stewed, then seethed, then cried, then moped and felt sorry for myself. I was expecting you to crawl back to me. But you didn't. I even contemplated not emailing you at all, just to see what would happen. You know me, control freak. I need to be in control. I really thought that by not contacting you I was in control and you would eventually crawl back to me. Eventually I decided to contact you, but just outside the deadline you gave me to see what would happen."

"I left because I knew this was all my fault. I left because I didn't think I could convince you to stop without you telling me to go fuck myself. I left because I felt like nothing, like a piece of shit on the ground. I opened up a can of worms and you took of never to look back. Our marriage is over because of me. I don't blame you at all. I'm not surprised at what happened last week. You are a beautiful woman, and the way you were dressed it was simply a matter of time before you hooked up with someone, or in your case, two someones."

"Hey, hang on," she interrupted. "What do you mean our marriage is over?"

"Jen, you made it pretty obvious you had a great time last weekend, and probably this weekend too. Isn't that why you wanted to meet today and not Friday? Anyway, you loved it and I can't sit by and watch it happen. So I'll leave. The divorce will be simple. I won't contest anything, everything can be split fifty fifty and you can get on with your new life. I love you Jen but I can't live with you like this."

"This weekend, for your information, I could have had the chance to go out again, or get together with Jacob, or Michael, or both. But I didn't. Just after I sent the email saying we needed to talk I realised something. I was getting ready to go out again and all I could think about was that I wished I were going out with you. And I cried because I was afraid it would never happen again. And I realised something else. I love you, only you, and I'm determined to do whatever it takes to make you see that. I won't lie, last weekend was great, but it isn't you, and it's you I want."

"But I thought..."

"Whatever it was, you thought wrong. I don't want that kind of life. I want what we have."

"But my asking about an open marriage?"

"If you can forgive me last weekend's stupidity, I'm willing to forget about the whole 'open marriage' thing. I've tried it, and it's not for me."

"Jen, I'm speechless." I really was. I had no idea what top say.

"We've still got a long way to go. I know what I did to you, especially when I got home on Friday night, will take you a long time to get over, and I'm still angry that you didn't put up a fight for me. But I'm willing to try."

I sat in my chair with tears rolling down my face. My beautiful wife wanted me.



The Letter



It all started with a letter from the hospital, I had had an accident in my car I must have blacked out for a second and hit a tree. The car was written off but I was physically ok, or so I thought. I was taken to hospital by ambulance to be checked out and was kept in for just over a week. It turns out that I had a COPD attack (chronic, obstructive, pulmonary, disease) and they needed to get it back under control. This unfortunately meant that my driving licence was suspended for a minimum of 6 months so I was put on sick pay and not allowed to work.

About a month into my sick leave I received a letter from the hospital asking me if I would like to go on a trial programme testing if half the dosage of a drug they used for COPD would work just as well as a full dosage, as I wasn't taking the drug I would be an ideal candidate.

So here I was at the hospital waiting for someone to tell me more. A young nurse called Kate asked me to follow her, I guessed that she was in her early 20's with an athletic type of body and a lovely friendly smile and manner. She led me into a typical doctor's room, desk, bed, sink and everything else that you would expect to see. There sat at the desk was a woman in her 30's it was hard to guess her age due to the way she was dressed, she wore an open white coat, black knee length skirt not too tight and a white blouse under which you could vaguely see the outline of a white bra. Her hair was blonde and curly and about shoulder length, whereas Kate's was the similar except hers was more of a brown colour. She introduced herself as Dr Jane Bowers and told me call her Dr or Jane and then explained that the trial involved taking a pill each day and writing down if I suffered any side effects and how I felt, it could be a real pill or a placebo and that even she did not know which was being given to me and that if I agreed I was to sign a letter saying that I agreed to complete the course if required and undergo any medical tests that they may need.

After I had signed they wanted to check if my medical records were correct, name Dave Woods, aged 60, address, and contact telephone number, finally they wanted my height 5ft 10ins and weight measurements 19 stone 12 ounces. It was whist Jane was measuring me that I saw what a beautiful body she had, curves in all the right place's and with the top 2 buttons of her blouse undone a very nice cleavage. I'm sure she saw me admiring her but never said anything. I was told that one of them would ring me up every day to see if everything was ok and to see them both in 2 weeks. So every day one of them would ring me and I started flirting with both of them just for a laugh not thinking it would lead anywhere, but unbeknown to me it did. Kate rang me on Monday my appointment was for the following day so I told her I wanted a cup of strong tea waiting for me the following day. 

So the following day Kate greeted me with her happy smile and led me to Jane's consulting room and there to my surprise was a hot mug of steaming strong tea and told me that they could now have a break, so we started chatting and flirting with each other, I could feel something mischievous was going on in the air but not knowing what it was. Tea finished I was told that they had to weigh me so I jokingly replied dressed or undressed then I saw that mischievous glint in Kate's eyes as she looked at Jane who casually smiled and said undressed today please. I had just set myself up to being naked in front of 2 very attractive women. As I slowly undressed I thought to myself no problem they have probably seen hundreds of naked men and I would be just another. I was then weighed and expected to get dressed again but they had other ideas. I was told to spread my legs apart and bend down to try and touch my toes, Jane then ran her hand down my spine to check it's curvature, I was then told to stand up with my arms behind my head on doing this I noticed that both women had opened a few buttons on their uniform and blouse revealing a lovely pair of breasts covered in white bra's on both of them, my cock slowly started to rise to about 5 inches long, on seeing this both women just laughed and said how small my cock was and said would it get much bigger. After this humiliation I replied yes to about 7 inches once they were both naked like I was, I also stated it not what you have got it's how you use it that matters.

Jane then turned very serious and asked if they could have a semen sample for another trial that they were both involved in, to which I replied ok providing both women were naked and one of them had to let me fuck them to get the sample. They chatted for a few minutes and agreed to my demands; now it was my turn to be in charge. Jane then said that it had to be Kate who was to obtain my sample and could only do this orally until a specimen was received as she was the supervisor on the trial and couldn't be involved at this stage. So I told them both to undress and let me see what I would be getting into.

So there before me was stood 2 beautiful naked women, Jane with about 36C breasts, slim waist and about 38-40inch hips with a small landing strip of hair over her pussy. Kate being about 2 inches taller had 34 B or C size breasts, very narrow waist and hips with a shaven pussy. I had to pinch myself a few times as I thought that I was dreaming. I slowly walked round them both my now fully erect 7 inches standing hard. I told Kate to lie on the bed and play with herself until I was ready, then put my arms around Jane and firmly kissed her on her lips. She responded with great passion and when after gently caressing her breasts started to moan quite noisily. After kissing and biting her nipples I realized just how sensitive they really were as they grew to about 2 centimetres long and were rock hard, whilst doing this I had slowly slipped 2 fingers into her soft wet pussy making her squirm and moan making me want her even more. She then pushed me hard away from her saying NO more until they got their sample.

Kate in the meantime was sliding on the bed in her own juices and when ordered to get on her hands and knees to suck my cock was there in a flash. My pre cum dripped onto her lips as she slowly put my hard fat cock into her mouth, I was now in heaven as she expertly milked me. She got me to the edge of Cumming that many times I thought that my brains were going to blow out of my head. Then BANG my cock began to start gushing, Jane caught enough in a tube and the rest just covered their faces, hair and bodies, what a lovely mess. I collapsed into a chair totally drained and saw them laughing at each other before cleaning each other up using their tongues and fingers. After a few minutes we all got dressed and I was told to leave and carry on as normal, so off I went with a huge grin on my face.

*

If you like this story please let me know and I will carry on with it as there a few twists and turns before it ends.



The Letter



Here we are sitting in the coffee shop at the airport, trying to act as if everything is fine. When we both know that these last two weeks were the fasted days of our entire lives. I can’t help to wish we were here alone, instead of having your sister here with us to see me off. I’m glad you decided to sit across from me so I can continue to look into your eyes as we speak.

We’re finally alone as your sister leaves to make a phone call. You tell me that you appreciate my coming to Scotland to visit, and that I will never know how much this meant to you. I can tell by the way that you are playing with your coffee cup, you are nervous. I just look at you and smile. You then thank me for taking care of you while I was there. I reply that I always have, even before my visit. You look at me and say softly “I know you have, I just don’t know what to say.” I answer “Why do you have to say anything?” You smile in return. As your sister is coming back to our table, they announce the boarding of my flight. You take my hand as we stand up, and use your thumb to rub my hand while we walk to the terminal. 

We walk as far as you are allowed to go. The sign above the next entrance reads: TICKETED PASSENGERS ONLY. As we hug I start to cry. You whisper in my ear that everything will be all right, and promise to come to the States as soon as your stint in the Royal Reserves are over. We step back from each other and I notice you too have tears in your eyes. I say my good-byes to your sister, and turn my attention back to you. We hug once again, only this time the embrace is so strong that I can not breathe. I start crying again, only this time you let me. You cup my face in your hands and kiss me. Your mouth covers mine, and I feel your tongue enter my mouth. It doesn’t last as long as I would have liked, but any kiss is better than no kiss at all. You wipe the tears off my cheek, and tell me to have a good flight home. You smile at me, and tell me to get going before I miss my flight.

I turn around and start walking down the corridor towards the entrance of the boarding hall. Tears are running down my face like a broken faucet. I stop midway, and turn around for one last look before rounding the corner, and see you walking away with your head slightly down, and your hands in your pants pockets. I turn back around and finish the short walk to the plane. 

After finding my seat, I start to sob. The smartly dressed businessman beside me is glancing my way, and probably thinks I have lost my mind, but I don’t care who sees me in this state. I stare out the window during take off, and see your car in line at the traffic light. I wonder if you have read the letter that I wrote you? I continue crying until we arrive in London. I gather myself the best I can, and leave the airplane. Walking through Heathrow with nothing on my mind except the fact that you were suppose to be with me on this return flight home, but are unable to right now for reasons out of either of our control. As I sit waiting for my connecting flight, I think about the letter I wrote you. Leaving it in the front seat of the car for you to find when you returned to it. The letter read:

My Love,

My time here has been heaven on earth. I’m glad you let me take a turn in travel. Since you are the one who always comes to me for our time together. These months apart has been such a test of our love, and I am so glad we pasted.

I will always remember our walks along the River Clyde, slow dancing in the dairy isle at the grocery store, and our memorable trip to Dumbarton Castle. How can you forget our Dumbarton Castle experience? The way we laughed and joked as we climbed the 230 stairs to the top. How after we reached the top, and after we took a few photos, I sat down at the base of the sundial, and unzipped your jeans. The look on your face was priceless when you realized that I was going to suck your cock right there, out in the open, on top of the castle. When I reached in to free you from your jeans, you were already hard. I loved the feeling of your hands on my head as I slowly placed your firm tool into the depths of my waiting mouth. The feeling of your prick gently sliding over my lips has always been such a turn on. I still remember the way my mouth glided with ease over every inch of you.

You told me that people were coming, and I wouldn’t stop what I was doing to you. So, you decided that since no one could see me, and it looked as if you were standing up there alone, you started taking more pictures. You even took pictures of me, with your cock in my mouth, but had to stop as you were reaching climax. Stroking your rod as I continued sliding my wet mouth up and down your shaft until I finally felt your seed rush into my mouth made me so incredibly wet. I loved the look on your face when I spit your fluid out under the sign that read “WHITE TOWER”, then grabbed the camera and took a picture of that.

Of course, I will never forget how you came up behind me, saying it was my turn. Then, feeling your hands lift my skirt. Having you remove my thong, and tossing it over the wall, spreading my legs, and sliding your still hard cock into my waiting pussy. When you told me how hot and wet my pussy was, all I could think was, I know. My hands holding onto the sundial, bracing myself with ever thrust. Feeling your arms around my shoulders, so those on lookers would think you were hugging me as I studied the writings on top of the sundial. When I close my eyes, I can still feel your warm breath on my neck as you lean in to kiss it. You gave me a shiver down my back when you did that. That’s why I suddenly turned towards you. Wrapping my left leg around your hips. My back pressed up against the hard, cold stone almost hurt, but as you noticed it didn’t stop me from enjoying you. Did I care if people knew what we were doing? No, I didn’t. Placing my hands under your arms, and holding onto your shoulders so I could hold on while receiving every hard stroke you had to offer. The way you placed your hand under my sweater, to rest it on my firm size C breast, squeezing my ever so hard nipple, pushed me over the edge. Looking into your eyes, as I felt your prick running its course in and out of me, as my body trembled with waves of orgasms was great. I love to look at you when we are making love. I can see how much you love me, and can feel it too as your strokes becomes more powerful. You are such a wonderful lover; you know exactly how to bring me to climax every time we are together. I can never get enough of you; it’s if I am addicted to you. 

I will miss you during these next 2 months we are apart. I never like having to say good-bye to you, and look forward to the day that we never have to say good-bye again. Until then, I promise to keep every moment of our visits just as exciting as this last one. 

All my love,
Val

I hear my mobile phone ringing, bringing me back from my thoughts of you. When I answer, I hear your voice on the other end. You tell me that you just read the letter I wrote, waiting until you were back home, and alone. Knowing I would still be at Heathrow waiting for my next flight, you took this time to tell me that the effect of my letter left you hard. I let out a small moan, telling you I wish I were there to lend a helping hand. You tell me that you started stoking yourself before you phoned. That bit of information was more than I could take. I get up and start walking to the nearest restroom. All the while, listening to your hasten breath. Once inside the restroom, I find an empty stall. Locking the door behind me, I tell you where I am, and that I too have started rubbing myself. I am standing with one foot resting on the toilet, with my skirt up while my free hand roams the now moist valley between my legs. 

No words are spoken between us now. All that can be heard is each other’s moans, and heavy breathing. With my eyes closed, and my head resting against the wall of the stall, I listen to your breathing, and imagine you lying on the sofa, caressing your throbbing member. This makes my already wet pussy even more slick. I am now rubbing my clit faster as I continue listening to what have become quick bursts of sighs. My breathing is becoming harder and louder as I maintain the rhythm of my clit rubbing. You tell me you want to hear me cum for you. Without answering, I can feel my body start to tense up, and I let out a loud cry of pleasure. Hearing me, is just what you needed to bring you to that state of bliss. It isn’t long before I hear your very loud groans as you release your seed. Feeling a bit weak, I lean fully against the door of the stall now trying to catch my breath. You ask me how I feel, and my only response to you is a slight laugh. The same laugh I give you when I am too exhausted to talk after we make love. You thank me for writing such a great letter to you, and add that you plan on re-reading it again later tonight. “Glad you liked it and thank you for sharing it with me” I answer. “Any time baby, any time” you say. 

I leave the stall and quickly wash my hands, and straighten my hair. As I am leaving the restroom, I hear them announcing the boarding of my flight. We say our I love you and good-byes as I walk to my gate, and hand over my boarding pass. As I put my phone back in my pocket, I can’t help but smile, thinking how well I will now sleep on my long flight back home. Thanks to the letter.



The Letter



Dear Mr. Turner; Hot & Cold Pool Services:

First of all let me start off by telling you how happy I am with the services your company provides. My pool and Jacuzzi have never looked better. I am writing because I would like to nominate one of your serviceman for Employee of the Month. Since your employee, Shane, has been coming to fulfill my needs every week, I have been a very satisfied customer.

Although Shane is a hard worker and performs his duties with skill and precision, I am most impressed with his ability to fuck me until my cunt drips with the juices of my own passion.

Every Monday afternoon I wait out by the pool for his weekly pool cleaning, wearing my string bikini which accentuates my heart-shaped ass and huge tits. This past week, when I heard his truck pull up my driveway, my pussy lips actually quivered with anticipation.

"Calm down, girl," I whispered to my snatch, "all good things to those who wait!" I watched him from my perch on the lawn chair as he entered the backyard through the gate. One large, manly hand was tucked in his front pocket, snuggled next to the trouser snake on which I was dying to impale myself.

Shane approached me with the confident swagger of a man who is about to be fucked blue.

He set his pool equipment down by his feet and leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"Will it be the usual service this week?" He purred, sending a bolt of lighting down my back. Instead of answering him with words, I ran my tongue along my full, pouting lips and wiggled slightly in my chair, letting him catch a whiff of the sweet aromas from my moist pussy which his presence created. His hands reached out for my tits and I let him take it from there. I was totally in his control. I was a bitch in heat, paralyzed with my own wanton desires for this studly poolman. If he wanted to suck my cunt slowly like a virgin bride, or ride me like the whore that I am, it was up to him. I was completely at his mercy.

Shane straddled me on the lounger in one swift movement. I gasped as I felt his rock-hard cock graze my bare belly. He went to work on my breasts, taking a swollen globe in each hand. He kneaded them roughly and rubbed his thumbs against my nipples. Slowly at first. Then faster. I strained my neck up towards his beautiful face, my lips searching out his luscious mouth.

"Not yet." He commanded, slowly pushing me back into a reclining position. His right hand continued to fondle my tit as his left creept slowly downwards. My pussy was on fire, waiting for his touch. If it could have reached out and grabbed his hand, it would have. My cunt knows what it wants. And at that moment, it wanted Shane . His index finger gently began to prod my clit as he rammed his thumb up my hot, burning snatch. "Ohhhhh," I moaned. I could feel his thumb in the depths of my very being. Moisture started to ooze its way out of my cunt like butter dripping off a hot biscuit. And just when I was getting dangerously close to blowing my whole load right then, he pulled his thumb out and shoved it into my mouth. I licked the salty lotion off his finger with relish. You see, I'm one of those girls who loves the taste of her own cunt. To reward him for the taste of heaven he'd just given me, I started to unbutton the fly of his shorts. His red hot cock was straining against the fabric, trying to ram its way into my hand. When my fingers finally made contact to the tender skin of his cock, he moaned softly and licked his lips.

We stroked each other for awhile. Shane kept moving the fingers of his right hand from my cunt to my mouth, making each orifice beg for contact. While his other hand grabbed and kneaded my breasts, I started to stroke his cock. I love the feeling of power I have when I have a guy's cock in my grasp. I wrapped my fingers around his rigid rod and stroked him, first slowly, then I began to pick up speed. I could feel the muscles of his ass tighten up as his cock became more and more engorged. His hips began to sway back and forth and my own pelvis followed suit.

Lying there in the lawn chair, being finger fucked by the Pool God, I was getting so hot my pussy released its goo, reading itself for the grand entrance of his cock.

Shane was not ready yet for the consummation. His tongue lodged itself in my ear suddenly and then proceeded to glide its way down my neck and then my torso, leaving a slick track in its path. When I felt his warm breath fluttering my pussy hair, my lower body began to tingle. And with one swift movement, graceful as a panther, he was eating me. He probed me furiously, with the determination of a baby suckling his mother's breast. His tongue was so powerful, it seemed to elongate up my cunt, but gentle when it flicked my clit back and forth.

I was so lost in my own pleasure that I barely noticed when he swung himself on top of me and worked his hips over my face. With the weight of his pelvis on my face, his cock automatically slid into the warm cave of my mouth.

Our bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces, his face planted firmly in my pussy as he choked me with his cock. Thank God for good gag reflexes. I focused solely on giving him pleasure, the sweet sensations he was giving me were floating on the perimeters of my consciousness. I released his member from my throat long enough to swirl my tongue around the sensitive skin of his head. He groaned as I prodded the tender flesh with ferocious intensity. His hips began to sway and he began to fuck my mouth. I sucked him like a pro as he sunk further into my face, as if I would swallow his entire body.

As his tongue sank deeper and deeper into the core of my being, my desire heightened to enormous proportions. I felt tingling in my toes, my angles, between my thighs. A film of slick sweat glistened my body, adding a juicy lubricant between our tangled limbs. The slickness of our perspiration made the ride all the more enjoyable. I moaned and grunted like a rutting animal, dividing my attention between the cock in my mouth and the face in my cunt. 

I roamed his muscular backside with my hands, worshipping the perfect shoulders and tight ass. My index finger glided down his spine and reached the cheeks of his perfect ass, running the length of the crack before ramming it into his asshole.

"Yes, yes!" He panted, and it dawned on me that we were both torturously close to coming. I was tempted to let myself go and spray my cunt juices all over his face, but I held back. I wanted to be fucked. Hard. As if reading my mind, Shane slowly eased his rigid cock from my mouth and swung his hips around. Our eyes locked as we anticipated the final consummation.

And then he entered me. In one violent surge, his rod jammed into me so powerfully that I gasped out loud. My pussy practically purred with satisfaction. I felt completely consumed with my lover, as if his penis was penetrating every cell of my body. My hips swayed with the rhythm of his pumping. The harder he pounded my pussy, the harder I wanted it. I grabbed his ass and dug my fingers into the velvet steel of his cheeks, pulling him into me as if willing my cunt to swallow him whole. His hands were clasped on my shoulders, using my body as a brace with which to anchor his thrusts. Shane's pumping quickened and I knew I was about to be released from the sexual whirlwind which brewed inside me. 

I had reached the point of no return. It began my center, shaking me, rattling me senseless. My cunt began to spasm and jerked as a fireball shot down the back of my spine.

"Oh Jesus!" I screamed, feeling more out of control than I ever had before. I was coming and coming and coming. Juices flowed out of my cunt like a geyser. The contractions seized my whole body, becoming more intense as Shane surged inside me. My cunt seemed to burst into flames with the sensations shaking body. It was the longest orgasm I ever had in my life. When the frenzy inside me subsided, Shane collapsed on top of me, drained from his own climax. 

We lay entwined for a long while, both exhausted from our lovemaking. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the heavy bulk weighing me down, my fingers playing with his hair. At that moment I was certain that no one had ever been fucked like I had just been. I knew that I just had a sexual experience the likes of which very few women are lucky enough to have. With the sun on my face and my lover on top of me, I fell asleep right there beside the pool. When I awoke the sun was starting to descend beyond the distant hills. I knew I had been asleep for a few hours. 

Shane was gone. I looked at the pool and realized it had been cleaned. I grinned, thinking, "Wow, after servicing me he had enough energy to service the pool!" So you see now why I am writing this letter. I highly recommend Shane as Employee of the Month of the Hot & Cold Pool Services. His precision, enthusiasm, and skills place him far and above the rest. As long as you have workers like Shane in your employ, you can consider me your most satisfied and devoted customer.



The Letter



AUTHOR’S NOTE: As my profile states, I don’t really have any fetishes. And, yes...my definition of fetish is slightly broader than what most people think of as a fetish. That this piece ended up being about a master/slave relationship is a bit of a surprise to me. I didn’t begin it that way...but, somewhere, it took on a life of it’s own and I thought...who am I to dissuade it? Since my knowledge of such things is so very sparse...if I have, in any way, disparaged the sub/dom community in my ignorance...please, accept my apologies. 

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Dear Sweet Master,

I will do my best to serve you...and service Master Cock.

Read these words and sample my desire to be with you...to please you.

See as I walk to where you sit at the computer. Watch as I kneel before you, my head bowed.

I kiss your feet...caress your calves...slowly nibble my way up your leg. I massage your knees as I spread them open to trace my tongue along your inner thighs.

My hands tenderly run up your thighs as I bury my face into your heavy balls. Gently, I rub myself there. I can feel them rolling in their sack...rubbing against each other and me.

Not able to resist my Master's treasures, I lavish them with kisses and licks, covering them completely. My lips part wider and wider. Finally, I suck one testicle into my mouth. My tongue explores it...measures it...pushes and pulls it. I can feel the other testicle hitting my lips...knocking to come into the warmth. I stretch my mouth as much as I can and suck him in. 

Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My mouth is so full of your sheathed sperm! I pump and mouth fuck myself with your balls, knowing that soon the sheath will be gone and I will taste your salty seed.

As I suck you, my nose bangs softly into Master Cock's hilt...the soft hairs there, brushing my skin. I reach up to feel the triad columns of inner flesh that engorge him with blood...making him swell and loom rock-hard. And, oh yes! He is so hard!

Letting your sack roll out my mouth, I slide up wanting even more from my Master. I throw you a knowing smile. We servants can be so demanding. How do you manage to live with us? 

You watch as I rise a bit. My breasts are obscured from view by your own body...but you can see the soft upper swell of them and, in your mind, you follow the line down to my nipples. You can feel them softly slapping against your thighs and balls...swaying as I lean over to make love to my sweet Master Cock.

You see my lips moving sensually. You hear me speaking...whispering adorations.

"Oh, Master Cock...you're hardness excites me...your velvet caresses me! Feel as I lay my cheek along your shaft. Let me stroke you for a bit that way. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I can feel your veins pulsing under me!"

"Dear sweet Master Cock! Touching you makes my nipples tighten...my pussy quiver open! You have no idea the power you have over me! How much I want to be ravaged by you...to feel you invade my moist tight fortress!"

"I see you...a thick, hard battering ram...poised at my gate...laying siege to my walls as you thrust in deep. You conquer me as my cunt walls suck you in. Finally they collapse in an earthquake so full with spasms that I can only lay limp in your arms...moaning...riding through the final assault...the vicious thrusts."

"Your hips slap into mine so hard. Both of us are breathing hard...gasping. Your eyes pierce through me. Then you throw back your head and I hear your grunts of sweet victory as a hot wash of sperm floods my deepest sanctuary!"

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It wasn't enough that you tumbled down my inner walls...now you set fire to them as you continue to explode, launching volleys of your flaming seed deep inside me!"

"I grab you in a tight embrace...arching up...screaming my defeat and surrender! Hailing the victor! Welcoming you as Master!"

"Oh, Master Cock! These are the things you make me feel and see...even before you have so much as touched me!"

I open my mouth now. You see my lips seal smoothly around your swollen purple head. Mmmmmmmmmmm...Master Cock is soooooooooooooo ready! 

I go down on him slowly...savoring every moment...every inch. I can’t help but moan my pleasure.

You feel my mouth work it's wonders on you... feel as my tongue wraps around and strokes you...feel my teeth, cushioned by my lips, getting caught under your head and pulling you...sucking you in tighter. 

OH! Soooooooooooooooooo...delicious! 

I giggle in my mind, thinking that the reason Master Cock's head is so purple is because I am sucking one massive hickey onto it!

I hear you let out a long moan. 

Your hands grab my hair and roughly push my head down onto Master Cock. I'm not quite ready and balk...but you won't accept such insolence from your conquered slave and just push harder, forcing me to take your full length before I'm ready. I gag and swallow...but that just spurs you more as my swallowing muscles grip and stroke Master Cock with a tight rippled motion!

You hold my head in place...refusing to let me pull up. I gag and swallow again and again. Now I know why a Master is not only to be adored...but feared as well!

You moan in agonizing pleasure and demand more! The pressure on the back of my head is intense as you push even further...this time, thrusting Master Cock up from below as well...determined that he not only hit the back of my throat...but push past it and slide down towards my stomach!

I know that my active participation has been usurped by your animal lusts. A true slave at last...I am but a vessel now and nothing more...to be fucked and ravaged until your loins are fully spent. 

I grab your hips and hold on for what I know will be the roughest mouth fucking I will have ever received! 

You pump me like you were fucking my cunt...forcing my swallowing reflex to stroke you over and over again! Every swallow sucks Master Cock deeper and deeper down my throat. 

Your hilt easily rubs my lips...but having your full length taken is not enough for you! With gravity working against you, I feel you trying to force your balls in too! The mere thought of it drives you wild and you piston me mercilessly!

Finally, I hear you gasp in a deep breath. I feel your body tensing...recoiling. I brace myself! Master Cock swells unbelievably thick! I feel a final lunge...so deep it scares me! I need to breathe!

A split second later, your grunting screams fill the room as you expel load after load of white-hot sticky cum right down my throat

Your iron grip slackens and I push myself off...falling to the floor...coughing and gasping.

Gentle arms scoop me and cradle me. My face is pillowed by a strong chest and hands tenderly stroke my tangled hair back in place. Like a vulnerable child, I curl into your body and bask in your touch. You cup my chin...lifting my face to you...smiling as you lean in to brush your lips softly to mine. The contented look in your eyes makes me glow inside and I smile happily as I reach up to once again embrace your kiss.



The Letter



I was sitting in my office when an unmarked envelope showed up in the mail. Inside was a note from someone I didn’t know. He dated my wife and said she sent him this letter when he went off to college. Since her tenth college reunion was coming up, he thought I should know more about my wife’s college days. We had been married five years and I have to admit I didn’t know much about her earlier years. I waited until I was home, then sat down to read it.

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Dearest Kevin,

I didn't want to write this letter, but I can no longer live with myself without telling you what has happened. I don't expect you to understand or forgive me, and I know it will be the end of our relationship, but I cannot lie to you or hold inside me such a terrible secret. I know we pledged our eternal love for each other when we went away to college, but now I've ruined all that. I just hope you can remember the wonderful years we did have together.

The whole thing started one Saturday morning when my roommate, Linda, asked me to come along that night when she visited her boyfriend, Randy, at his school. Randy's roommate, Steve, needed a date for their big fall frat party. His girlfriend couldn't make it. I mean, we did agree to date other people being thousands of miles apart. Since he already had a girlfriend I figured it would be okay. We were going to stay in a spare room in the basement of their frat house set up for out of town visitors.

We got there late and the party was already in full swing. Randy put our stuff in his room to keep it safe until everyone left, then led us back downstairs. I was a little nervous at first. Steve got me a drink and then I had another. We danced and I loosened up. After two more drinks I felt lightheaded. Steve took me over to the couch to sit down. He told me how much he appreciated my coming and how much it meant to him since his girlfriend had just sent him a "Dear John" that week. 

He put his arm around me and pulled me close. I figured that would be okay. When he started kissing my neck I closed my eyes and pretended it was you. I guess I had too much to drink. When he kissed me I forgot who I was with and opened my mouth wide shoving my tongue against his. I could feel his hands squeezing my breasts as he wedged a leg between mine. I pressed against his thigh and felt the hardness of his manhood press back. My panties were getting soaked. I guess I was really horny from several months of abstinence. Suddenly I was gasping for breath in an intense orgasm that caused my whole body to shudder.

I opened my eyes and realized that I was with Steve and not you. I pushed him off me and began to cry. He tried to comfort me and apologized over and over again. He said that he too thought I was his old girlfriend and had got carried away. He told me a few jokes and made me laugh so I forgave him. I was feeling a little woosey and said I wanted to lie down for a while. He said I could use his bed until the party was over. When my head hit the pillow I was out like a light.

I don't know how long I slept, but the loud screams and moans from Linda in the next alcove woke me up. I could hear the bed slamming against the wall and knew she was getting a good screwing from Randy. When I opened my eyes I saw Steve sitting on the bed looking down at me. He told me how beautiful I was, how much I reminded him of Cathy (his old girlfriend), how much he missed her and how good it would feel if he could just hold me and close his eyes and pretend I was Cathy. I felt so sorry for him so I said it was okay and that I would close my eyes and pretend it was you. Besides, we both had all our clothes on so it wasn't like something would happen or anything.

Being held felt really good as we lay side by side in a tight embrace, our bodies pressed together. In the background Linda was still moaning loudly and was shouting at Randy to do all kinds of really nasty things to her. Steve said that they were beginning to make him really horny. I could feel his manhood growing hard against me. All kinds of crazy things were racing through my mind. An intensity of feelings rushed to my loins as I imagined I was Linda with Randy's hardness deep inside me except somehow it became you and me making love in that crazy, uninhibited way we always did. I found myself grinding my loins against Steve's hardness and barely noticed as he slipped his hands over my butt to pull me even tighter against him.

Then I remembered where I was and who I was with, but when I tried to push away Steve held me tight and whispered Cathy's name over and over again. When he kissed me and shoved his tongue in my mouth, it felt so good I stopped resisting and started kissing him back. I felt his fingers digging into my cheeks and the hard bulge in his jeans rubbing between my legs. I could feel my panties getting soaked. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. 

It was kind of like when we first started dating. We'd get real hot kissing and you kept putting your hand between my legs. I kept saying no but then I felt this burning urge in my stomach and I began to move against your fingers even though I was still saying no. Then your fingers were inside me and I gasped with pleasure and begged you not to stop and had this incredible gushing orgasm that completely soaked my panties. Anyway, that's what it felt like with Steve, so when he shoved his hand under my white stretch pants, inside my panties and across my bare cheeks, rather than object I spread my legs and tilted my hips so his fingers could reach my private places. I bit his tongue when his middle finger rubbed against my butt hole, hoping he would shove it in like you used to do when you would lick me between the legs. Instead he slipped two fingers down to the moist lips of my womanhood. I tilted back as they slid deep inside me. I began to gasp for air while his fingers pumped in and out of me bringing me to the edge of a huge orgasm.

Just as my insides were about to explode, Steve pulled out his fingers and started pulling my pants down over my butt. My head was spinning. I was totally confused. All I can really remember was begging him to put his fingers back in me. I hardly noticed when he pulled one of my legs free or when he unbuckled his jeans and freed his bulging manliness. All I knew was that I needed to be filled so I could cum. When I felt something large and hard and warm pressing against my panties, I sat back on it. Then his fingers pulled my panties to the side. I felt the head of his huge shaft open me wide. I rocked back and forth several times before he was all the way in me. 

I felt completely stuffed and knew I would be cumming in a matter of seconds. As he moved in and out I felt that warm churning in my stomach. A tremendous orgasm came crashing down over me. I lost all control. I was shrieking at the top of my lungs as Steve's huge tool repeatedly filled me. I don't know how long this went on, but at some point I regained my senses and realized where I was and what I was doing.

"Please...no.....no.... Please stop, Steve.... No... Oh, God... what have I done... please..." I said as I rolled off of him. He looked absolutely stunned.

"Jesus, you can't leave me like this. You gotta finish me," he replied desperately.

I did feel sorry for him and decided it would be all right to finish him with my mouth after everything else we had done. I mean it’s not like a blow job is such a big deal or anything. Besides, I had done it to other guys I went out with that time we stopped dating our junior year. I guess I never told you about that. Anyway, Steve's big, meaty shaft looked really tasty as it stood fully erect and throbbing with need. It must have been ten inches long. I could barely get my hand around it. 

Kneeling on the side of the bed, I leaned over and guided him into my mouth. My lips stretched around him. I finally managed to get four or five inches in my mouth. Sucking him was getting me really hot - you remember how crazy I would get when you would do me in the mouth - and I couldn't help but reach between my legs and rub myself. Then I felt another sensation and realized someone had removed my panties and was licking me gently with their tongue. I wanted to protest, but Steve had his hand on the back of my neck shoving his thing deeper in my mouth. Besides, it felt soooo good. Whoever was behind me really knew what they were doing. You know how much I loved it when you used to lick me there. 

I knew Steve was getting close. I could feel him grow bigger. I was working really hard on making him cum and didn't even notice at first that something hard had replaced the tongue at the entrance to my womanhood. Suddenly I felt it shoved deep inside me. I let out a muffled grunt which caused me to gag. The vibrations in my throat sent Steve over the edge. I felt a his hot semen fill my mouth. I tried to swallow but choked because he was so big. I pulled him from my mouth to get some air and got my face drenched with his sticky stuff. I finally got him back in my mouth and had to swallow quite a bit more before he was finally done.

The guy behind me was hammering me good and I could feel another orgasm churning in my stomach. I couldn't look to see who it was because Steve's stuff covered my eyes. I could also feel it drooling off my nose and chin. I reached between my legs to touch my sensitive spot. Suddenly my head started spinning as another orgasm jolted through my body. I was totally out of control, screaming like a banshee, as I experienced one orgasm after another. It felt like a jackhammer was pounding into me. I couldn't escape from the almost painful spasms of pleasure from each thrust. Finally, I heard a deep grunt and felt several powerful squirts of warm semen fill me.

I collapsed forward over Steve gasping for air and completely worn out. I was half in a trance when I realized that another tongue was between my legs licking the goo from inside me. I know it sounds gross, but it really felt good. I was so exhausted that I just let whoever it was continue without moving a muscle. Finally, curiosity got to me and I turned my head only to receive another shock. It was my roommate, Linda, who had her tongue in me. She was sucking out the juices that her boyfriend, Randy, who stood next to her, had deposited inside me.

"Linda, what are you doing here?" I moaned groggily as I rolled onto my back. Smiling, she climbed up between my legs until she was on top of me with her face a few inches from mine.

"Hello, roomy. I'll bet you never thought we'd have this much fun, did you.”

She lowered her head and licked Randy’s semen from my eyes, then kissed down my face until her lips were against mine. I’d never been kissed by a girl before, but her soft lips felt really good. By now I was really mixed up so I opened my mouth and kissed her back. The strong taste of sex in her mouth was like an aphrodisiac to me. My entire body was consumed with an animal need to be used for wild, uninhibited sex to the point of exhaustion. 

Linda and I were getting really hot as we kissed, groped, humped and fondled each other. Linda kept telling me what to do and soon I was sucking on her nipple with my arm wedged between us and my fingers in her steamy sex hole. She was humping my fingers hard. My whole hand was drenched with juices which poured from her. 

I felt something hard and smooth pressing against my fingers and realized someone standing behind us wanted to screw Linda. I wrapped my fingers around this huge hunk of meat, which I was sure belonged to Steve, and guided it into Linda’s moist opening. She stiffened as his huge tool entered her and gasped with pleasure as he slowly buried himself deep inside her body. When he was most of the way in, I unwrapped my hand and gently massaged his testicles. I could tell he was getting excited.

“Oh, baby... my balls are filling up. Oh, yeah... keep squeezing ‘em. Oh, shit... I’m gonna drop a huge load in your hot fucking cunt... hold on...” 

Everyone was using really nasty words like fuck, cunt, cock and cum getting me even more excited so I started using them too.

Steve grabbed Linda’s hips and repeatedly slammed his massive cock (yes - I said cock!) into her juicy cunt (and shit and piss and fuck and cum too - I love talking dirty). She looked at me, breathing heavily, with an expression conveying pure animalistic pleasure. “Watch me get fucked, Sue. His big cock fills my pussy so full... I want you to look into my eyes when he cums in me… then I want you to hold me tight while I cum... shit, it feels so fucking good...”

I still had my hand on Steve’s balls and I actually felt them shrink just before he let out this really loud roar and buried himself deep inside Linda.

“Look at me, Sue... I can feel him squirting my cunt full of cum... I’m getting close... ooohhhh... rub my clit... hurry..... aaaaahhhhh..... that’s it.... oh, shit.. I’m cuuummmming.... aaaahhhh...”

Linda began thrashing about just as Steve pulled his cock out of her pussy. Linda was far from finished and needed more.

“Do me with your mouth, Sue... finish me with your tongue... please...”

Without waiting for an answer, she quickly slid up till she was straddling my head, then lowered her drenched pussy onto my face. I had never done this before and wasn’t quite sure what to do. All I knew was that I had to do it soon because gobs of sticky sex juice were pouring from her slimy gash all over my face. I opened my mouth and clamped it over her opening, sucking the remaining juices and running my tongue up and down her slit. She seemed to like that and gyrated her ass over my face. Then I remembered the things you used to do to me with your mouth that would drive me crazy, so I just tried the same things on Linda. In no time she was gushing in a continuous orgasm as I sucked on her little clitty and shoved three fingers deep inside her. When I worked a finger up her butt, like you used to do to me, she went absolutely crazy until she finally collapsed with exhaustion.

About that time I felt my legs being pushed back and suddenly someone else was inside me. I tried to look, but it was dark and I was groggy. I’m sure it was someone new. Then two hard penises showed up on both sides of my face. Without even thinking, I put one in my mouth and sucked for a while before switching to the other. I went back and forth between the two while my pussy was getting pounded by a third. And then, as though my body had a will of its own, I found myself gasping with another orgasm. The guy fucking me squirted a huge load into me causing me to cum again. One of the guys I was sucking quickly moved to fill my soaking wet pussy and very quickly dumped another load in me. The guy in my mouth followed shortly and I felt his warm creamy seed splash against the back of my throat as I gobbled it all down. 

I looked over at Linda who was also entertaining three guys at once. She was bouncing up and down on Randy while sucking two guys standing in front of her. While I was watching, one of the guys pulled out and sprayed several streams of cum all over Linda’s tits. I knew then I wanted someone to do that to me before the night was out.

I felt someone roll me over onto my stomach so that my knees were on the floor. With my legs spread, I felt several fingers sloshing around in my sloppy cunt. He then pressed the tip of his finger against my butthole and slowly worked it inside. Then he put a second finger in, and while it felt really tight, it didn’t hurt at all. He finger fucked my ass for a while and I was surprised at how good it felt, and even more surprised when I had another orgasm. 

When he took his fingers out, I knew what was coming next. I turned my head and asked him not to hurt me and he promised he wouldn’t. He lathered up his cock with my slimy juices, pressed the head to my anus and shoved forward. The tip went in surprisingly easy, but I wasn’t so sure I would like it as he kept inching his way deeper into my ass. I kept trying to push him out, but it didn’t want to go. By the time he was all the way in me I had loosened up and figured out the rhythm. I never thought getting fucked in the ass would feel so good, but I had two incredible orgasms before he flooded my insides with hot cum. Kevin, I’m really sorry I didn’t save my ass for you because you were the first one for everything else. 

I wish I could say that was the end of the night, but moments later I had another larger cock in my ass and two more were dangled in my face. One dumped his load in my ass, another flooded my pussy and the third pulled out of my mouth and drenched my hair and face with streams of sticky cream which kept gushing from his cock. I don’t even know how many orgasms I had, or whether I could even separate one from the other. I was on this incredible sex high and my body just wanted more and more.

Linda, who had also gone through a series of partners, pulled me over on top of her in a sixty-nine position and buried her face in my cum drenched pussy. I did the same to her, savoring the taste and aroma of sex emanating from her cunt. I was getting really worked up when Linda bit down on my clit and shoved two fingers into my slimy, cum filled ass. My whole body shuddered in yet another powerful orgasm and I heard myself scream out with four letter words.

“AAAHHHH.... FUCK... LICK MY CUNT... UUUUNNNGGGGHHH... OH SHIT... I’M FUCKING CUMMING... AAAAHHHH..”

I was sure my screams could be heard throughout the frat house, but I just kept cumming and cumming. Sometime during all this someone had poked a semi-limp cock at my face and my screams of pleasure became muffled as I gobbled it into my mouth. He tasted of pussy and cum, but not Linda’s, so I assumed he had probably fucked me recently. I sucked him until he was hard, then he pulled out and shoved his cock into Linda’s pussy. I licked her clit and found it was an incredible turn-on to feel his cock sliding across my lips and tongue as he fucked her. 

Linda was cumming big time. Her juices were gushing everywhere. Occasionally, I would pull his cock from her pussy and suck on it to clean off all her delicious juices before putting it back in. Behind me I felt a massive throbbing cock slip into my cunt and knew it must be Steve. He alternated between my pussy and Linda’s mouth, bringing me to the brink of orgasm. 

Just as I was about to cum, he pulled out and pressed his huge engorged penis against my asshole. Linda clamped her mouth to my pussy as Steve shoved hard, almost splitting me with his cock which slid part way up my tight shithole (God I love using dirty words!). The mixture of pleasure and pain from Linda’s tongue and his cock which kept sliding deeper into my bowels caused me to have another really powerful orgasm. I hardly noticed when the guy fucking Linda pulled out and spayed cum all over my face, only to be replaced by another which slipped into Linda’s hot cunt.

I don’t remember how long my orgasm lasted, but I vaguely remember Steve pulling out and spraying cum all over my ass which Linda eagerly cleaned up with her tongue. Then the guy fucking Linda pulled out, shoved his manhood between my lips and started cumming. Rather than swallow, I let him drain his huge load into my mouth, losing only a little out the corner. I spread Linda’s pussy, leaned down, put my mouth over her fuck hole and spit his warm seed into her cunt using my tongue to stir it in with her own juices. I took my time and savored the treat, slowly sucking it back into my mouth and swirling it around before swallowing.

Linda and I slowly cleaned each other with our tongues. When I felt her lick my asshole and probe gently into it I shuddered with a mini-orgasm, then returned the favor. I was exhausted and thought the night was over, but the guys had one more treat in store for us. Two guys, I can’t remember which two, laid side by side on the bed, their heads and feet in opposite directions, and had Linda and I mount their cocks. Then two other guys came up behind us. I felt my ass being fingered, then something larger pressing into it. Soon both my cunt and ass were filled with cock. It was the most incredible feeling and I knew I would start cumming soon. 




The Letter



I looked at Linda and could see the same out of control expression on her face. We kissed passionately, moaning and gasping into each other’s mouth as we shared our respected orgasms. We felt something poking at our lips and looked up to find Steve’s and Randy’s cocks in our face. I quickly enveloped Steve and was determined to take him all the way down my throat like I used to do with you after we saw that movie. 

I was concentrating so hard on Steve’s cock that I almost forgot about the two that were fucking me until I felt a warm flood of cum spraying into my ass. He pulled out and was quickly replaced by a shorter but much thicker cock which sent me into another orgasm. I caught my breath and went back to work on Steve’s massive fuck pole. After gagging and choking several times, I finally worked his incredible width and length all the way into my mouth and down my throat. 

He grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my mouth like it were a pussy. I took him all the way in each time. I massaged his balls and ran my finger up the crack of his ass, inserting the tip into his tight anus. I felt his cock expand as he got ready to explode with cum, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it. Just as he was about to erupt, I pulled him from my mouth and pointed him at my tits. With the two cocks pounding my cunt and ass, I could feel another explosion rapidly building in me. The warm spray of Steve’s cum landed on my sensitive nipples at the same time both my pussy and ass being filled with cock cream. I lost it.

“Oh Shit... AAAAHHHHH... That’s it... Fuck my ass... OOOOHHHH... fill it with cum.... UUUUNNNNGGGHHH.... I love your hot cock in my pussy... AAAHHHH... shoot your cream up my cunt... OH YEAH... OOOHHH... OH, GOD... I love your cum all over my tits... OH SHIT... HERE I CUM... AAAAAAHHHHH... UUUUNNNNGGGHHH.... AAAHHHH...”

That was the last thing I remembered. I awoke the next morning naked and alone with a throbbing headache. Dried cum was caked throughout my hair and all over my face, tits, thighs and ass. I felt a dull pain in my pussy and ass from the pounding they took the night before. I found a robe and staggered to the bathroom down the hall where there was a shower. I sat on the floor of the shower as water washed away the evidence of my sins from the night before. I started crying and sobbed uncontrollably for a good thirty minutes. I thought of you and knew I had ruined what we had. But then I thought, he doesn’t have to know. I could just write this off as a bad learning experience that I would never do again. I began to feel better, got out of the shower, put the robe on and returned to the room. 

And that was when I discovered it could never be the same. Some really well built guy I had never seen before was rummaging through Randy’s CD’s wearing nothing but a tight pair of jockey shorts. When he stood and faced me after being startled by my entrance, my eyes went immediately to the huge bulge in the front of his briefs. I just kept staring with my eyes wide and my mouth open as though a spell had come over me. I felt a tingling in my loins and was becoming confused again.

“Hi. I’m Jeff. Is there something I can do for you? Something you want maybe?”

I looked up at him and could tell by his wicked grin that he was inviting me to make the next move. I didn’t even hesitate. I walked over, squatted in front of him and pulled down his briefs. Dangling before my face was this really huge thick slab of meat, and it wasn’t even hard yet. I reached up and touched it softly with my fingers, then gently kissed and licked it until it began to grow. I put him in my mouth and worked his cock with both hands. His manhood continued to expand and soon it was even bigger than Steve’s. The thought of sucking and fucking this beautiful cock was getting me hot. I could feel juices beginning to seep from my pussy.

When Jeff was fully erect, I had to stretch my mouth to get all the way around him. I managed to get him part way down my throat without gagging, but there were at least four more inches I couldn’t handle. He had to be twelve, maybe thirteen inches in all. I put both hands around the base and started bobbing up and down, fucking him with my mouth and throat. He started talking dirty to me. “Oh, shit, that feels good... that’s it... swallow me you little cock sucker... oh, fuck yeah... God, you’re good... you love it, don’t you… you cock swallowing cum slut... make me cum baby... oh, fuck...”

By this time my pussy was gushing and I could feel my juices seeping down my ass. It needed filling quickly. I pulled Jeff from my mouth and stood up, dropping my robe to the floor.

“Fuck me. Please...” I begged, still holding on to his massive cock.

“Sure, baby. After you let me cum in your mouth and after my friends are finished with you.”

I turned around and saw three guys behind me with their pants down stroking their cocks. Jeff sat on the desk and I leaned over to finish servicing him. Behind me someone spread my legs, then I felt a tongue licking my pussy. I was already close to cumming just from sucking on Jeff’s massive cock \, so the added stimulation sent me over the edge. I shuddered with my first orgasm that morning. When a stiff cock replaced the tongue I came again, this time gasping for air as I struggled to keep Jeff’s cock in my mouth. I went back down on him, working him hard with my hands, tongue and throat. I was desperate to taste his cum, but he had good staying power and seemed to be really enjoying the throat fucking I was giving him. 

The cock in my pussy was the first to shoot. When I felt his warm semen squirt inside me I had another strong cum. He was immediately replaced with another thicker cock. The second guy lasted about a minute before he spewed his seed up my cunt. Cum was streaming down my legs when the third guy dipped his meat in my gooey pussy, then pressed it against the nub of my asshole. I was still sore from last night and shrieked when he entered me. But I loosened up quickly and had two more orgasms before he dumped his load in me. 

Just as he pulled out I could feel Jeff’s cock expanding in my mouth and knew he was close. I grabbed him tightly with both hands and jerked him off while bobbing quickly up and down and sucking hard with my mouth. Jeff grabbed the back of my head and let out this blood curdling roar. A powerful blast of hot cock cream sprayed steadily against the back of my throat and I also started cumming. A second and a third and a fourth blast followed. I couldn’t swallow it while gasping in orgasm and most of his cum gushed past my lips, down my chin and over my tits. I continued to suck him until he finally started to go limp.

“That was great. You’re one heck of a cock sucking cum slut. Now you let the boys here finish with you and I’ll give you a fuck you won’t soon forget.”

They took me over to the bed where I sucked them all back to hardness. I took turns fucking and sucking them, cumming several times in the process. Then I climbed on one guy’s cock while the second entered my ass from behind and the third did me in the mouth. I brought the guy in my mouth off quickly, this time swallowing it all. The other two came within seconds of each other sending me into a really strong orgasm which I’m sure woke up anyone who was still sleeping.

I fell back on the bed weak and exhausted. I opened my eyes and saw Jeff’s massive cock, fully erect, swaying above me. He ordered me to roll onto my stomach and I did so without protest. He kneeled behind me, leaned forward, positioned the tip of his gigantic cock at the opening of my cunt and slowly rocked back and forth until the first few inches were inside me. I could feel the walls of my pussy stretching to take his massive girth. He kept rocking back and forth, feeding me an inch at a time and my pussy kept stretching until I thought he was in as deep as he could go. 

He started to slowly fuck me, slamming up against my cervix on each thrust. The mixture of pleasure and pain as he continued to shove himself deeper into my body soon had my pussy gushing with a continuous orgasm. I was shrieking with loud, high pitched wails on each thrust as the bed slammed repeatedly into the wall. Finally, he pulled out, flipped me over, pinned my legs to my shoulder and shoved his engorged ramrod back up my cunt. This set me off on another wave of orgasm and I just kept shrieking and screaming as he pounded into me. I could feel his balls slap repeatedly against my ass which was soaked with pussy juice. 

I was on the verge of passing out when he pulled out and told me to get on top and ride him until he cums. I straddled him, positioned his long, thick meat between my legs and slowly impaled myself. I can’t even begin to tell you how good it felt to have his large cock sliding up inside me. I was out of control as I rode him wildly, bouncing, grinding and gyrating with every fucking motion I knew. I pinched my own nipples, threw my head back and started to cum in gushes. Jeff grabbed my slimy ass and shoved a finger deep up my butt. I fell forward gasping for air as my orgasm reached its peak. Jeff began rapidly pounding his cock into me and I started seeing stars. Through a fog I heard him grunt loudly and felt my cunt being flooded with warm semen. Then I passed out.

The next thing I remember was Linda shaking me and saying we had to leave. I found my pants and top and somehow made it to the car where I slept all the way back. Jeff called the next day and asked me on a date for the next weekend, and just the sound of his voice had my pussy drooling to where I had to get myself off just sitting there in the chair. Linda walked in just then and caught me and asked if she could finish me with her mouth. Then she introduced me to her sex tools and we spent most of the night getting off on them and each other. On our date Jeff had me give blow jobs to most of the Rugby team before he would fuck me and on Saturday night I had to make six guys cum in twenty minutes to win him as my prize at the frat party (I did it in ten). Then I let him fuck Linda while I licked her clit. She came so many times she passed out.

Anyway, as you can see, I have a new boyfriend who really understands me and my special needs. You will always have an important place in my heart. If you ever want to get together for old times sake, I‘d be happy to see you. But after reading this letter I doubt you will ever want anything to do with me.

Well, gotta go. I will always remember you.

Love - Sue 

I finished. My cock was about to rip through my trousers. There was something exciting about thinking of Sue stuffed full of cock. But could this be the same girl I married? She was definitely hot between the sheets, but so prim and proper otherwise. She was on a business trip for another two days. I went down to the basement to rummage through her old boxes to see what I could learn about this new woman I had married. 



The Letter



I lay on my soft bed, my long brown hair spread out on my pillows. I hold in my hand a single piece of note paper that was discretely handed to me just hours before. I had read the words on it once before in the restaurant while I had lunch. As I read the erotic words, my body became hot and my breathing deeper. I couldn’t wait to get home.

Unfortunately, I was at lunch with a dear friend that needed someone to listen to her problems and give her advice. I tried my best to concentrate on what she was saying but it was difficult considering my mind kept wandering to the neatly folded sheet of paper in my coat pocket and the person behind the words written on it. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the moment.

He and I had one very sexual encounter in the parking lot after class months before when he masturbated for me. He sat in his truck and stroked his cock while I stood by the door and watched. It was incredibly naughty watching him perform for me when people were walking by. I still can’t get the image of the look on his face while he shot his load all over his chest out of my mind.

I finally got my friend calmed down enough to leave her without feeling guilty so I got in my car and immediately unbuttoned my pants. It is about a half hour ride home and I intended to spend that time wisely. I read through the letter once more before leaving the parking lot and I could feel my juices begin to soak my panties. 

I eased my car on to the highway and let my hand stray between my legs. I teased my clit not really wanting to get off I simply enjoyed the sensations I brought forth. I felt my orgasm building so I quit playing with my clit and moved my hand to my breast instead. My nipple was rock hard as I pinched and flicked it. I continued this subtle torture all the way home.

Now that I am home and reading the words he wrote, my fingers slowly begin to trace a path from my lips to my neck and down across my breast. I can feel my nipple begin to pucker and peak again so I start unbuttoning my shirt. Opening it, I reveal my breasts bound tightly in a black lace bra. I bring my finger back to my mouth and swirl my tongue around it to moisten the tip. I slip my wet finger inside my bra letting it graze around my already hard nipple making it harden even more.

I feel the wetness between my legs increase caused by the words I am reading and the sensations emanating from my nipple. I close my eyes and as I spread my legs apart I can almost feel your hands pushing on my thighs as you lower your wet tongue to flick my clit. My hand slips inside my pants relieving the urge I feel so deeply to be touched. I imagine my hand is your mouth, and my fingers your tongue. 

I arch my back pushing my breasts toward the ceiling as if begging you to touch them. I put my hands behind my back and release the clasps on my bra. My mounds fall and begin to sway as my body moves. I slide my pants and underwear down my legs leaving them in a pile at the end of the bed. I lay back completely naked and imagine that you’re there watching me.

Again, I spread my legs wide so my pussy lips spread apart revealing my swollen bud. I put a finger on each side of my clit forcing it up so I can flick my middle finger up and down on it. I image that it is your tongue and flick my finger faster causing my hips to buck. My head is thrown back and my mouth is open as I moan over and over.

Using my other hand I slowly insert a finger into my wet, hot pussy. I fuck myself first with one finger then I add another. I close my eyes and imagine you crouched between my outspread thighs with your face buried in my cunt. My fingers are moving at a frantic pace back and forth across my clit, as your tongue would, to bring me to my peak. 

My head thrashes on the pillow and my hips buck wildly as my orgasm claims me. I spill my sweet juices imagining you are there savoring every last drop. I moan out your name as my pussy clenches around my fingers.

I lay still as I come down from my orgasm. I look down at the crumbled letter that lay forgotten on the bed beside me. I pick it up smooth the wrinkles and read it once again smiling as your face comes to my mind.



The Letter A



[With humble apologies to Walker Percy.]

You might not believe that anything so insignificant as a single letter of the alphabet could matter so much.  But it all depends on the context.

I was sitting at our desk one evening, looking at my daughter Katie's medical forms.  Katie was about to start kindergarten, so the pediatrician had given her a complete physical, and my wife had left the forms for the school lying on the desk.

Glancing idly at it I saw the letter that ended my marriage.  Under "Blood Type" it said "A".

I sat frozen—for ten seconds, a minute, I have no idea.  Then I went over to the filing cabinet and pulled out two sheets of paper from our medical file.  It was just as I remembered.  The summer before, my wife and I had both donated blood to the Red Cross, which had given us each a receipt showing our blood type.  There it was on the two sheets: mind was "B", hers was "O".

So there was no way Katie could be my daughter.  If my wife was her mother—and I'd seen Marie deliver her!—then someone with type "A" had to be the father.

The kids were in bed, Marie was upstairs watching TV.  I got a beer from the fridge, and went and sat in the back yard, thinking.

How was my marriage?  I would have said, "OK.  Pretty typical.  Good, and bad.  Depends on what day you ask."

When we were dating, and in the first months of our marriage, Marie and I were passionately in love.  We made love all the time, sometimes wildly, and even away from bed we touched each other constantly: held hands, walked arm in arm, stroked one another's necks or backs as we passed by.

Of course it died out after awhile—didn't that happen in every marriage?

But now that evidence of her infidelity had hit me right between the eyes, everything I ever thought about our marriage was up for grabs.  I sat and thought.

Had things changed gradually, or suddenly?  It seemed like both.  The slowdown of our sex life was gradual, for awhile.  But about six years before—which would have been a few months before Katie's conception—there were a couple of weird months.

Marie, my open and loving and affectionate wife, had behaved very erratically.  She came home quite late from work one night, briefly allowed my affectionate kiss, went straight into the shower, and avoided me the rest of the evening.  The next morning was the same—cold and brusque.

Then that night she was a changed woman.  She got home early, made a special dinner, took me to bed early and lovingly fucked me half to death.  She lingeringly sucked my cock, which she usually resists doing, and then we made love twice, with an eagerness and excitement I had thought we'd lost.  We cuddled happily before sleeping, and Marie told me how much she loved me.

Several more times that week we had passionate sex together.  Then soon after there was a repeat of the "cold night": late home from work, not a word to me, quickly into the shower.

For the next couple of months I hardly knew from one day to the next who I was married to.  Marie was passionate and loving, Marie was cold.  Marie was attentive, Marie was distant and preoccupied.  Marie was patient, Marie was short-tempered and explosive.  I asked her several times if something was wrong—was something between us bothering her, was there a problem at work?—but got nothing more in reply than, "I don't know Bill, I guess I'm just feeling a little stressed-out.  Sorry!"

When things finally settled into a pattern, after three months or so, the pattern was far less pleasant than the start of our marriage had been.  Marie was less moody, but almost never sweet and loving any more.  And her interest in sex had seemingly disappeared.  We made love no more than once a week, sometimes not more than once in two weeks, and only when I asked pretty firmly.

Any gentle request, like "maybe we could fool around tonight?" was met with a sharp refusal.  I pretty much had to point out in a serious tone how long it had been since we'd done it; then Marie would have sex with me, but in a way that made clear she was just doing me a favor.

Did all marriages fall into such a sad pattern?  This was the only marriage I knew well, so I couldn't say.

Of course I wondered what was going on, and my wonderings included the possibility of an affair.  But soon after that Marie was pregnant; and our shared excitement about the coming baby, and our joy at having our wonderful Katie, drove most of my concerns about our marriage from our mind.

After Katie was born both Marie and I were always tired, so her lack of any interest in sex seemed easier to understand, though I still wasn't happy about it.  And when Katie was three, Marie conceived again, and we had Brian just after Katie's fourth birthday.

So Bill and Marie, the lovers and spouse, turned into Bill and Marie, the parents of two wonderful, exhausting children.  We both adored our kids, and though I realized now I had been deeply unhappy about the state of our marriage—and our virtual lack of a sex life—I didn't realize it consciously at the time.  Or if I did, I just figured it was what all couples with young kids went through.

Now—armed with the shocking knowledge that my daughter was not mine—the events of six years earlier didn't seem so mysterious.  Marie must have begun an affair around then.  That explained the coldness, and the sudden rushing to the showers.  The passionate sex and warm affection in the days that followed could presumably be chalked up to guilt—or even, if I was being charitable, to a determination to keep her marriage happy while continuing the affair.

As I sat in the yard, watching the darkness fall and the stars grow brighter, my inital shock gave way to a rising anger.  My "loving wife" had not only cuckolded me, but she'd given me some other guy's baby to raise!  And perhaps not only one—maybe Brian wasn't mine either!

If all I had cared about at that moment was punishing Marie, I would have raced inside, confronted her with the blood type evidence, forced a confession out of her, and thrown the lying bitch out into the street.

But it was complicated.  I adored my kids—regardless of whether they were biologically mine or not.  If we divorced Marie would surely get sole custody, once it came out that they weren't mine.

I sat and thought.  I asked the question, What do I want?  And the answers were surprisingly clear:

First, I want to know exactly what Marie has done.  Was it a brief affair?  Does she not even know Katie isn't my child?  Or does she know all about it, and has she been screwing some guy for years behind my back?

And second, I want to raise my kids as mine, and never let them know I'm not their father.

Once I knew what my goals were, planning how to get there seemed surprisingly easy.


**        **        **        **        

I went back into the house and found the Q-tips.  Going into each of the children's rooms, I carefully took a swab from the inside of each of their cheeks—without waking them up—and wrapped each one up separately.  I labeled Katie's "2" and Brian's "3".  Then I went down to the kitchen, used a swab on my own cheek, and labeled it "1".  I had a friend who worked in a chemistry lab at the University, and I'd arrange for him to test the DNA for me.

That was the first step, the beginning of information gathering.  When I had my first answer, I knew what I would do next.

A week later my friend called me.  He didn't know whose samples they were—I'd told him I met some people with the same last name, and we were trying to figure out if we were distantly related.

"Hey, Bill," he said.  "Your '2' and '3' are definitely related: they're siblings.  But your '1' isn't related to either of them.  I guess those people aren't your cousins after all."

I thanked him and hung up.  So Katie and Brian were brother and sister, meaning they shared both parents.  Marie had made two babies with the mystery asshole.  But did she know she had?  Obviously she knew she was screwing the guy—but was she aware that he was the father of our kids?  There was an easy way to find out.

I went into the kitchen, where Marie was washing the dinner dishes.

"Honey, I want to ask you about something," I began.  Without turning around she told me to go ahead, and I continued.

"A colleague of mine at work has a biologist friend who's doing some DNA research, and he needs samples from people who are related.  I told him I'd get him swabs from you and me and each of the kids.  I'm going to do each of the kids now before bed, and then you and I can do ours later, OK?"

From behind I watched Marie very carefully as I told my tale.  Partway through it she stiffened, and nearly dropped the pot she was washing.  Then she recovered herself, and continued to wash.

When I'd finished speaking there was silence for a minute, and then she turned around and looked at me.  With elaborate casualness she said, "I'm not sure I like the idea, Bill.  How do we know what this biologist guy is going to do with the samples, or whether our information will be kept private?"

I started to disagree with her, but she basically ran right over me.  "No, I'm just not happy about this idea.  Please tell your colleague that we're not willing to participate."

"OK, honey," I relied mildly.  "It's no big deal either way."  Her reaction had told me everything I needed to know!

**        **        **        **        

My next step was to learn whatever I could about her affair, or affairs.  The who, the where, and the when.  Maybe even the why.

I wasn't at all sure, but it seemed possible that Marie might have something hidden somewhere in the house that would give me a clue.  But I'd need some time to search carefully.

We were planning to drive to her parents' house that Saturday to spend the afternoon.  A few minutes before we were due to leave, I went to the bedroom, called our house on my cell-phone, then picked it up and pretended to have a conversation with my supervisor from work.

When I'd finished I went to Marie.  "Honey, I'm really sorry.  There's a crisis at work, and they absolutely need me for at least four hours today.  We're looking at a major shutdown otherwise."

"Dammit, Bill, my parents are looking forward to seeing the kids!"

"I know," I said soothingly.  "I'm really sorry.  You go ahead—just make my apologies.  You and the kids will have a nice time, and I'll get myself some dinner and see you later tonight."

She accepted this change in plans without further protest, and soon she was off in the car with the kids.  I now had a number of hours for a systematic search of the house.

I figured there was not much sense looking anywhere that I normally went in the house, since Marie would be unlikely to hide anything there.  So I skipped the kitchen, the living room bookshelves, etc.  I likewise ignored my parts of the bedroom and bathroom, but checked carefully all of her part of the closet and her dresser drawers.  All I found there that surprised me were a couple of very sexy pieces of lingerie—pieces that I'd never seen her wear.  They were tucked far into the back corner, beneath the everyday things, so she didn't want for me to know about them.

What was left were the kids' rooms and the attic.  Figuring the kids' rooms were less likely, I climbed into the attic.  There were various old and long-forgotten pieces of furniture, a couple of lamps, and some boxes of books and things that dated back to before our wedding.  It was a lot to check through, so I looked around carefully first.

I noticed that one set of three boxes off to the side looked less dusty than the rest.  Peering at them more closely, I could see that they'd been lifted and moved more recently than the rest of the attic junk, which apparently hadn't been touched in years.

So I devoted my attention to these three boxes, and found all that I was looking for.  They were all old things of Marie's, mostly letters from friends and boyfriends dating back to college.  I found a bundle of letters and souvenirs from me as well—mushy birthday cards, that sort of thing.

Pretty far down near the bottom of one of the boxes, and obviously meant to be hidden by the older letters above, were a thin packet of more recent notes and two videotapes.  I pulled them out.  The tapes were unlabeled; the notes were from "Harry", and they were brief but overtly erotic.  I took the notes and the videotapes downstairs for a closer look. 

Twenty minutes with the pile of notes told me pretty much all I needed to know.  Marie had been fucking Harry, her supervisor in the office she worked in.  The affair had started, as I thought, about three months before Katie was conceived, just at the time Marie was behaving so strangely and erratically at home.

All of the notes were from Harry to Marie, and they were crude and forceful.  There was no love in them, but a lot of lust.  From the beginning it appeared to be almost a dominant-submissive relationship, with Harry calling the shots.  Some notes told her how to dress on a particular occasion: to come to work without panties on a given day, or to wear a sexy cami under her blouse without a bra.  In others he described how he'd fuck her in the ass the next time they stayed late at work, or commanded her to come into his office the next day at 10 am, take all her clothes off, and give him a blowjob.

A couple of notes congratulated her on the birth of "their" kids, and scornfully referred to me as the poor fool who'd be unknowingly raising them for him.  It was clear he had no intention of claiming the children as his.  I knew that he was happily married to a nice woman named Caroline, and they had three kids of their own.  Obviously Caroline was as ignorant of his affair as I had been.

My jaw tightened as I read.  It was clear that Harry dominated Marie, but that she'd gone along with it willingly—there was no hint of rape or blackmail.  It sounded like she enjoyed playing the slut for him, and being told what to do.

Likewise, it was obvious that they both knew who the father of Marie's two children was; and it seemed that both of them enjoyed the secret knowledge that they had over me.

I couldn't get any of Marie's side of the story from these notes, but it was no longer possible to doubt that she had played me for a fool for more than six years, and knowingly had another man's children while pretending to be my loving wife.

One note made clear that Harry had ordered Marie to cut me off—she hadn't fully complied, and he was pissed about it.  He wrote, "I agreed to let you fuck your loser husband once a week, so that he wouldn't be suspicious.  But last week you seem to have have fucked him twice!  So I am punishing you: you cannot fuck him again for two weeks.  During that time you have to give me a blowjob every other day, and you get no orgasm from me during that time.  No masturbating either, slut!  If you don't do what I tell you, you lose access to MY dick—permanently!"

I had already been full of anger for days, but these notes brought that rage to a boil.  My plans for revenge on Marie would have to encompass Harry as well.  I thought a while, then took the videotapes to the VCR and began to watch.

Both of them were tapes of Harry and Marie having sex.  The older of them, to judge from Marie's haircut, was made in a room I didn't recognize—perhaps in Harry's house.  The more recent one was made in my own bedroom.  I wondered when Marie had had a chance to do that, and it occurred to me that I'd had a couple of business trips in the last year, and maybe she left the kids with her parents.

In general the tone of the tapes confirmed Harry's sexual dominance over Marie, and her eager willingness to comply.  The lighting was not so great, though the two of them were clearly recognizable; but the sound was surprisingly good, and I could hear every word and every moan and groan.

In the first tape, from early in their affair, I could hear Harry giving the commands.  At the beginning he sat on the bed and ordered Marie to give him a sexy striptease, which she smilingly did.  Then he made her blow him until he was nearly ready to come, after which he bent her over the bed and fucked her hard from behind.  The sex was rough, not gentle or affectionate, and he talked to her crudely, ordering her around and calling her a slut.

It saddened me to see that Marie clearly loved the treatment she was getting.  Her arousal was obvious even when she was sucking his dick; and when he fucked her from behind she moaned and thrashed wildly, apparently coming several times before he finished.

While they rested, he gave her some orders: now that she was pregnant (it must have been with Katie), she was to cut me off: I got no sex.  She protested that she had to fuck me occasionally, or I'd suspect something.  He reluctantly agreed that she could let me fuck her once a week.  But I couldn't come in her mouth, and I couldn't fuck her ass—only he could have those treats from her.  Marie promised to do as he said.

Then, recovering after his rest, he had her suck him again, then he propped her on the bed on some pillows and fucked her in the ass.  He wasn't even gentle, sticking fingers roughly into her to loosen her up, then using some of their combined juices out of her pussy for lubrication.  When he stuck his cock in I could see her expression of pain—but he paid no attention, thrusting vigorously and deep.  After awhile she seemed to relax, and Marie's pain gave way to the same excitement and pleasure I'd seen earlier on the tape.

The second tape had much the same sort of sex scenes, but a couple of interesting new bits of dialogue.  They were lying on the bed, having just come after a bout of 69.  Marie asked Harry why he didn't mind that I was raising his kids, and he said, "Bill's a good enough guy, and according to you he loves the kids.  I've got three of my own, and no need for any more to bother with."

"If it weren't for that," he went on, "I'd just tell you to leave him.  What is he good for, besides changing diapers?"

Marie said, "that's not fair, Harry.  Bill is a good and sweet man.  He has loved me faithfully and been a great provider for me and the children."

Harry leered at her, and said sarcastically, "and that's why you've been letting me fuck your ass off for all these years, right?"

She smiled at him, and hit him lightly in the arm.  "You are a bastard, you know that?  You've never been tender or kind to me the way Bill is—and I guess that's why you turn me on like he never has."

"Yeah, baby—I treat you like the slut you are.  Now get on your knees and suck me till I get hard again, then I'm taking your back-door before I have to leave."


When I'd finished viewing both tapes I sat and thought.  What arrogant jerks they were, both of them!  Not only to make those tapes, but to have the stupidity to leave them and Harry's notes where I could find them!  

My revenge was going to be total, and it would be on both of them.  I used the scanner to scan each of the notes into my hard drive.  Then, using some fancy software I'd borrowed from work for a project I did last summer, I converted each of the videotapes into a digital file on my hard-drive, so that I could return to them later to edit them.  When I was done I took the notes and tapes to the trunk of my car, hiding them beneath the spare tire.  Finally I tidied up the attic, carefully putting everything back as it was so Marie could not tell I'd been there.


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Over the next two weeks, I systematically went about making and carrying out my plans.  I found it much easier than I'd expected to be totally false to Marie, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.  It occurred to me that she had been deceiving me for six years, so why should it be hard for me to do the same to her?




The Letter, a Renegotiation of Love



She should have left well enough alone. Never realizing how good she had it, a bitchy, spoiled wife wants more and gets less. 

My Dearest Isaac,

With you always so busy, instead of talking to you in person, which is what I'd prefer to do, I'm writing this letter to you because we see one another so infrequently lately. Moreover, with so much to discuss and with you so very tired all the time, falling asleep in your chair and not even listening to me, by the time you finally arrive home, I forget all that I wanted to tell you. This way, putting my thoughts to paper not only relieves them from my mind but also allows you to read them at your leisure. Thusly, writing to you seemed the best way to explain my request for the need to renegotiate our pre-nuptial agreement.

Why we even still have a pre-nuptial agreement is absurd, Isaac, after all we've been through. When we were married nine years ago in Hava Temple, I was young, naive, innocent, and blinded by love. Moreover, proof that money means nothing to me, you didn't have the fame and the fortune that you have now. Still, I married you anyway, knowing you were a good man and eventually would be a good provider. 

The pre-nuptial agreement drawn up before we were married, generous to me then, at the time, is no longer adequate now. Since we will soon be celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary, if you'd insist on keeping the agreement intact, then I'd like to discuss the possibility of making changes to a few line items in our pre-nuptial marriage agreement. Nothing big, hardly worth mentioning, but the changes will allow us to live a happier married life for the rest of our lives, until death do us part.

You work so hard, my poor, dear husband, and your dedication to having a successful career is the reason for our wealth and our good life. Thank you for giving me such comforting security. How so proud I am that my husband is the most prestigious neurosurgeon on the East Coast, perhaps in the country. A pride to the Jewish community, Mother and Father are very pleased with our match. Their son, the famous doctor, is all they talk about to their friends during the social hour at the synagogue and in their retirement community in Boca Raton, Florida.

"Our son, Isaac, the brilliant doctor, blah, blah, blah...," they say. Oh, they do so love to brag about you to anyone and everyone who will listen.

I'm hoping that the suggested changes spelled out in this letter won't create a need for you to work even more hours than you already do. Must you work every weekend and holiday, except, of course, for the Jewish holidays? Just once, Isaac, my beloved, I'd love for you to sit down to dinner at a decent hour to dine, instead of flopping in front of the television and having your meal there. Just once, I'd love to go out with you to dinner, to a movie, and/or for dancing. Just once, I wish you weren't so dog tired all the time. I'd love to have an intimate time in bed in the way that we used to do, when we were first married.

I realize it may seem unnecessary to you, frivolously silly and, perhaps, wasteful, but the first thing I'd like to discuss in our pre-nuptial agreement is our redecorating budget. Our home is a direct reflection on your professional success. Conceived at a time when you weren't earning as much and we were entertaining much less, we have a need to showcase our home in the way that you market and highlight your medical skills. I'd like to change the house redecoration clause from redecorating the house every twenty years to every five years, with a clause that every Spring and Fall, we buy a few timely, yet, elegant and stately pieces, antiques perhaps, switching out the old with the new. Coming home in the dark and leaving in the dark, you may not have noticed the horrible shambles our home has fallen in because of the long hours that you spend at the hospital, but it is embarrassing to have a home that has furnishings below the furnishings of others, especially those, who have less fame and fortune than we do.

In addition to the new redecoration clause, now that our family has grown, we need a new construction clause and a corresponding construction budget. Fully aware how much you love this house and with no intention of moving, the addition of a construction clause would give us the dream house that we both will enjoy for the rest of our lives. With 12 rooms, 6 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms, what was once a large house, when we were first married and when it was just the two of us, has now become so very cramped. 

We should consider an addition to our home because the kids are almost teenagers. We need a media room, so that our children can entertain their friends and have overnight sleepovers, as well. We could hire Mel and Shava's architect, Harvey Goldstein, to draw up a little something up for us to see? He did Miriam and Hiram's house, too. Don't you just love Shava's new master bedroom suite? Grand enough to die for, opulently luxurious, it's so divine. While we're adding the media room, we could add a closet extension in our bedroom and maybe a spa tub in the master bathroom? My back has been bothering me lately and the tub would most likely fix that. Lastly, I'd like to expand the garage from a two car garage to a four car garage.

Hardly worth mentioning, but our jewelry addendum needs a little tweaking too. Everyone has already seen and commented on my jewelry. There have been so many more social occasions to attend lately and I can't imagine that you'd want your wife to appear at more than one fundraiser wearing the same accessories, now would you? Thinking more about you than about me, sweetheart, how would having me wear the same old jewelry reflect on your prestigious position in the community and within the medical society? Easy enough to correct that, I'm thinking we could triple the amount stipulated in our wedding prenuptial for my jewelry budget. I had no idea, when we signed the prenuptial paperwork, that our marriage would include so much entertaining and required attendance at dozens of social engagements.

Now that I have your focused attention, by the way, as for my personal allowance, really Isaac, we spoke about that last year and you wouldn't budge an inch. With everything costing more, the food, the utilities, gas for my Mercedes, even the housekeeper, the cook and the gardener are looking for raises. I'm just glad that I pay them from the household fund rather than from my personal allowance. I think that doubling my personal allowance may sound unrealistically extravagant now but not so much in a year or two from now. You should hear the amount of allowances Beverly, Judy, and Sheila enjoys.

Two thousand dollars a month for this and for that hardly covers my hair, nails, dry cleaning, make-up, and clothing expenses. How in the world am I suppose to cover country club lunches and gifts for my friends with that meager personal allowance? I feel like such a peasant when I'm out with the girls. With my eye to my budgetary restraints, I can't even order what I'd like from the menu because I don't want to cut into the money that I need for clothes and shoes. Doubling or tripling the amount you give me would show my friends how you never want me to go without and how much you love me.

While we're having this renegotiation, Isaac, how about looking into buying me a new car too? My Mercedes is five years old and it's a disgrace. Of course I wouldn't want anything like that but Saul bought Andrea a new Bentley and you know how much they cost. You're the best at what you do and your wife is driving around in such an old, nasty car. I know it's a very expensive model, but five years really dates a vehicle and makes us look like we're having financial difficulties. Oh, my God, when pulling up to the valet parking, what must people think of us and of me?

Of course, this brings us to the part where you'd like to know about the changes in our agreement that would effect and benefit you. Of course, you get some goodies, too. I'd never propose something so one-sided. I'd like to see you buy some new things, too, such as new clothes, golf clubs, and a golf cart. Also, your Lexus is a year older than my Mercedes. We both need new cars.

A given, of course, I'll continue accompanying you to any and all medical conventions you want me to attend. I'll make sure that you and the children are well fed, clothed appropriately and, hiring the best tutors, are educated. I'll also make sure the children attend the right parties and participate in those gatherings that will help them later in life.

As far as our bedroom activities are concerned, I'm willing to renegotiate those, too. Never one much into sex, I realize you have your sexual needs. So long as you go along with all of my other changes to the prenuptial agreement, I will allow you to have sex with me once a week instead of twice a month, as has been our previous agreement. Also, so long as we don't do anything sexual, we can cuddle with one another twice a week instead of once a week, and I will let you pick out the lingerie you'd like me wear, when we're together as husband and wife.

Now, you must agree, this is a huge change in our sexual arrangements and I'm willing to renegotiate even more, if there's something else you'd like to change. I know oral sex is an important issue and you've never been happy with my blowjobs. Instead of cumming in my hand or on my breasts, you can cum in my mouth, so long as I can spit out all that you ejaculate. Now, if you agree to the changes in our prenuptial agreement, as a special bonus surprise for you, I will try swallowing, but I can't guarantee that I won't gag and spit. Of course, as always, the barbaric act of anal sex is still out of the question, as is spanking, sex with other people, dirty talking in bed, and/or flashing my lingerie and/or naked body to others. My parents raised a good Jewish girl and not a whore.

I will also finally agree to let you decide where we vacation each year. Even though I know my choice and accommodations would be superior to your choice, I'm willing to make this concession and not complain about the choice and accommodations you make, so long as it's not camping somewhere out in a forest. I prefer room service to bugs. Any other trips we take during the course of the year would, with me arranging the first class flights and making the hotel accommodations, of course, will be of my choosing.

Please respond to my requests before our tenth anniversary next week. I'd like to have the details worked out before we go to the attorney's office for the annual CPA's review and audit. Time is money when we meet with Ezra Nussbaum, and if we have an agreement before the meeting, we'll save money on renegotiating ourselves, rather than with him being the third party. Do you see how thrifty and careful I am with your money? Besides, the money we save on the lawyer can be used to buy art, especially that painting that I've been coveting at the Cohn Museum of Modern Art.

Your loving wife,

Esther

My Dearest Esther,

Where do I begin to address your request for renegotiation? Hmm... let me think for a millisecond. Nah, I just can't go along with any of your requests at this time. Sorry. 

I'm dragging myself around in a body that feels like a man twice my age because I work like a dog to meet your material and social demands. Pray tell, why aren't you satisfied with our beautiful home that you must redecorate it every five years? Leave our children alone. Instead of enlisting them and using them as your social standing tool to ingratiate yourself with people, who obviously don't even like you, please stop. Even though your car is barely five years old, may I remind you that I bought you the top of the line Mercedes model, one that cost more than twice the amount of any other Mercedes? With me paying for all the household expenses, your allowance is more than adequate to take care of your personal needs. If you want and need more money, I suggest you get a job like everyone else and earn it. 

Would I like to improve our home? Nope. Would I like to sell more of my soul and spirit to give you more money and possessions? Nope. Would I like to have more conjugal rights to your cold, skinny body? Are you kidding me? Absolutely not! I can barely tolerate your sudden migraine headaches now.

You are cold, uncaring, greedy, ruthless, critical, and, frankly, an impossible to live with bitch. Nothing that I do for you is never good enough. Worse than even your mother, you are an impossible woman to please. Emasculating me with your endless demands, you make me feel as if I've been castrated and am only good to serve you as a money-making machine. 

What you don't know, my dear, is that the thought of having sexual relations with you or cuddling up next to you in bed is repulsive to me. I'd rather work 18 hours a day than to be home and in bed with you. You make me feel so used and abused, when you could care less about having sex with me and about how I feel. I've only tolerated having sex with you so that you wouldn't discover what has really been going on in my life.

I no longer want you, Esther. I don't love you anymore, Esther. Now just smoky embers, the flame of desire for you slowly extinguished with your demands from me. The only bond that we still have is the beautiful children you gave me. If it wasn't for them, you would have been gone from my life a long time ago. 

I have a wonderful woman in my life now, someone who treats me with a caring and loving heart. She makes me laugh and is generous of spirit, mind, and body. She asks me for nothing and appreciates everything she is given. She is the one that I should have married, instead of you. She is the one that I should have in my life, instead of you. She is the one that I want. I don't want you Esther.

So telling that you don't know and never picked up a phone to find out, but I haven't been at work every evening, every holiday, and every weekend. Many times I've been in her bed being held in her arms and thanking God for giving me such a wonderful woman in my life. She is your polar opposite. She is my true love. Forgive me for repeating myself, but I need for you to understand. I don't love you anymore, Esther. 

Yes, Esther, I would like to meet with you next Thursday, preferably the day of our tenth wedding anniversary at Ezra Nussbaum's office for a different kind of meeting. The only negotiations that we will need to discuss are those relating to our divorce. It would be beneficial for you to get your own attorney by then, because I've already secured Ezra as my divorce attorney. A conflict of interest, he cannot represent you too.

My only regret is for our beautiful children and the pain they will surely suffer. I hope that we can remain civil and present a united front for them. They will need us to be strong, helpful, and loving.

The day our divorce is final, I will feel a tremendous weight has been lifted from me. My only regret is that I didn't have the courage to end this Hell of a marriage several years ago. Please, Esther, if ever you find another husband to love, be kinder and more loving towards him. It will improve your own spirit and soul and his life will be better than mine has been with you.

Your soon to be former husband,

Isaac

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The Letter A



So I was sweet and loving, took care of the kids, acted affectionate to Marie as before, and even asked her for sex once or twice.  But I tried to do it in a tentative way, making it easy for her to say No to me.  I really had no desire whatsoever to touch her ever again.

A big day in Marie's life was approaching.  She had been elected the new President of the Key Society, an important charity in our town, and would be formally inaugurated at a dinner where she would give a speech, outlining the charity's plans for the coming year.  Marie had served on the Key Society's Board for three years, and her elevation to President was a big honor.  

She was nervous about her presentation, and asked for my help in making the Powerpoint part of it that she planned to use.  This was my golden opportunity!

For a week or so I worked with her every evening, letting her show me her slides and other materials and arranging them into a smoothly-flowing presentation.  She practiced it several times in the month before her big night, and it always went fine.

At the same time, I had made my own, very different Powerpoint presentation, and had it ready to substitute for hers.  The night before her dinner, I deleted Marie's file and put mine in its place.  I also added a lock, so that once the file started to run she would not be able to turn it off.

My only other bit of preparation was to make sure that Marie had invited Harry and his wife to the dinner.  I casually asked her: yes, she said, they would be there.


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On the big night I was excited as Marie, though for different reasons.  We got there early, Marie dressed elegantly in a black evening dress, looking terrific.  I helped her set up the laptop, and do a couple of tests to make sure it would play.

We all enjoyed a nice dinner, and some introductory remarks.  Then the outgoing President gave Marie a warm introduction, and she walked to the podium, looking shy but proud, as everyone applauded.

She began to speak, and started the Powerpoint file.  At first it behaved as she expected, showing photos of the Key Society's charitable projects, and then pie-charts with revenues and expenditures.  Then, as I'd programmed, it changed the subject suddenly.

First there was a series of still photos—shots I'd chosen from the two videos—of a couple having sex in various positions.  Some of the photos were a bit dark, but the overall effect of seeing ten or twelve of them confirmed that they were Marie and Harry.  In one photo she was on her knees, blowing him; in another his cock was shoved halfway into her ass, while she looked back at him, mouth wide open in excitement.  There were shots of him licking her pussy, and several of them fucking in different positions.

Marie had gone on talking about Key Society business for a few moments; then, noticing the sudden murmuring of her audience, she turned around and looked at the screen behind her.  She gasped, and a sudden movement of her arm knocked over the water glass on the podium.  She stood stock still a moment, in utter and complete shock.  Then, a bright red blush quickly covering her entire face and neck, she frantically started pressing buttons on the laptop, hoping desperately to get the file to stop playing.

By then the still photos had been replaced by short video clips.  In one, Harry was busily thrusting in Marie's ass, while we could hear her moaning, "fuck me, you bastard—come on, fuck my ass!"  

In the next, they were lying together naked on a bed.  Harry said, "how are you going to keep Bill from finding out I'm the one who knocked you up?"  Marie replied, "as long as I keep giving him a little pussy from time to time, he'll never suspect a thing."  And Harry said, "but not too much pussy, baby—your cunt belongs to me."  And he leaned over and stuck his fingers roughly into her cunt.

There were two or three more clips, of Harry and Marie fucking and sucking, but by then the point had been made.  Finally the screen went dark.

The room was in an uproar.  There was laughing and hooting from every table.  Marie stood in total shock and disbelief, too stunned at that moment even to be embarrassed.  At the next table I could see Harry's wife Caroline pick up a vase of flowers and smash it down on Harry's head, then stalk out of the room.

Amid laughter and shouts, people gradually emptied from the ballroom, looking back at Marie, gesturing to each other as they replayed the astonishing scene.  In a surprisingly short time, Marie and I were alone.

She stood, defeated and lost, at the podium.  I sat at the table ten feet away, a broad grin on my face, gazing up at her.  Finally her eyes rose and she looked at me with an expression of terrible sadness.

"Bill ... how could you do this to me?  I thought you loved me!"

In the circumstances I found her question hilarious.  I broke out into gales of laughter and, still laughing, walked out the door.

**        **        **        **      

No, No, of Course Not!  It didn't happen like that!

It was a nice fantasy, but it couldn't happen like that.  The whole town would know that Harry was the father of my kids, and I'd lose them in the divorce—plus it would be miserable for them to be known as Marie's bastards.

No, I had to handle it more subtly.  And I did.

**        **        **        **      

First, I made several visits to a divorce lawyer I knew, and worked with him to prepare some documents for when I would need them.

Then I created exactly the Powerpoint file I just described—but I didn't wait until the night of Marie's dinner to play it.  Instead, I installed it and had it ready for Marie on a night four weeks before the dinner.

That evening after the kids were in bed I called to Marie.  "Honey, I want you to come in and see the draft version of the Powerpoint file I made for your talk next month."

"Can't it wait, Bill?" she asked grumpily.  "I'm dead tired tonight."

"No, honey," I said firmly.  "I need to see what changes are required, so I'll have time to make them.  Please remember that I'm doing all this for you in my own spare time."

That brought her into the study, where I sat her in front of the computer.  "Just press the letter 'A' when you're ready, and the file will run on its own," I said, smiling to myself.

I watched her carefully.  At first all was well, and she practiced her remarks to the first few Key Society slides.  Then she gasped, and her face went pale as she saw the still images of her and Harry fucking.  She turned to me, her mouth wide open, but no sound came out.  I just looked back at her, expressionless.

Then came the video clips: Harry fucking her ass, them talking about how he'd fathered her kids and kept me in the dark, and more scenes of fucking.  By now Marie was trying desperately to make the file stop running, but I'd locked it.

Then the screen went blank—the whole thing had taken about two minutes to run.  Marie sat slumped in her chair, her head down.  She couldn't bring herself to look at me.  I calmly enjoyed every moment of her misery.

Finally she spoke, lifting her head to look at me.  She had aged twenty years in five minutes.  "Bill, I ... I didn't ...

"Oh, Bill, I'm so sorry!"  She started to cry.  "I'm so very sorry ... can you ever forgive me?"

"Forgive you?" I said coldly.  "For what? Well, let's see, shall we?  For having an affair with Harry Dorner that seems to have gone on for the last six years we've been married?  For letting him fuck your ass and come in your mouth, pleasures you have always denied me?  For having two of his children and letting me think they were mine?  For laughing at me and speaking scornfully about me behind my back?  For denying me sex at Harry's insistence?  Is that about the list, Marie?  Is that what you want me to forgive you for?"

She was sobbing energetically now.  "Bill, I don't love him!  You're the man I love, the man I have always loved!"

My anger was cold, controlled.  I said nothing, but what I was thinking was, "no, Marie, that's bullshit.  You love the life we have together, you love how I do things for you, how I take care of the kids, but you don't love me.  No woman could possibly love a husband and behave behind his back the way you have."

I sat back and let her cry.  It gave me  considerable pleasure to see it, and I didn't say a word for the twenty minutes it took for her to cry it all out.

Finally she subsided to a few sniffles.  She wiped her face with her hands and looked at me.  "What are you going to do, Bill?  Are you going to divorce me?"

"No, Marie, I won't do that," I lied.  "I care too much about Katie and Brian, even if they are some other man's kids."  I let those words hang in the air a moment, then went on.

"But things are going to be mighty different around here, you can bet on that. Starting right now.  Get that asshole Harry on the phone and tell him to be here in fifteen minutes."

She looked at me in horror.  "But ... I can't do that!  He's at home with his wife and children!  He won't come!"

I smiled.  "Say whatever you need to, but get him over here.  You might tell him from me that if he's not here in fifteen minutes, his marriage will be over by tomorrow."

She looked at me, perhaps in fright at the cold intensity in my face.  Then without another word she went into the kitchen and called her lover.

When Harry arrived he spared me the bland, insincere smile I'd expected.  Marie must have told him what had happened, and he looked jumpy and worried.

 "Come into the study and sit down, Harry.  You too, Marie.  We have some talking to do." 



As soon as we were seated I began.  "Okay, Harry, here's the situation.  You've been fucking Marie   and making a fool of me for a very long time.  Now it's over.  Everything's changed, and it's time for you to pay the piper." 

 He   started to reply, but I cut him off .    "Sit—watch—and listen."  I replayed the Powerpoint file, and was pleased to see him gasp in horror at what it contained.  When the file stopped there was a long, wonderful silence.  I think I enjoyed it more than they did!

"Now you are going to do what I tell you to do--exactly what I tell you to do--or your happy marriage to Caroline will come to a sudden and very public end.  Got it?  Don't say a word—just nod your head."

He nodded unwillingly, looking angry.

"Good.  Now listen to me and keep your mouth shut.  I have a number of documents for you to sign.  I'll pass them to you one at a time.  You may want to have your lawyer look at them, so I'll give you 48 hours to return them to me, signed, or Caroline will be invited to a little video screening.

"The first one says, basically, that you acknowledge being the biological father of Katie and Brian, and that you agree to pay child support for them until they turn 21, plus a lump-sum payment for college.  The amounts are listed right there: $10,000 each per child per year, plus $100,000 each in the fall of their freshman year of college.  The money will be paid into a trust fund of which I am the sole trustee, and I am authorized to use it as I see fit for the needs of the two children."

Harry rose up out of his chair, furious.  "Listen, Bill, this is absolutely absurd!  I have no intention ..."

I pushed him back in his chair.  "Shut the fuck up, Harry.  You have the money, as we both well know.  This isn't your show anymore.  It's mine, and you are all out of choices.  Now SHUT UP, until I tell you you can speak."

I saw Marie gazing at me from across the room, with a kind of horrified fascination on her face.  This was a side of her loving husband she hadn't seen before!

"The second document grants me your authorization to adopt the two children.  Both you and Marie will have to sign it—I'll have her do it after you return it to me.

"This third one is an affidavit in which you forever relinquish your parental rights to Katie and Brian, and swear never to divulge, to any person whatever, that you are their biological father.

"And the last one is a private admission that you sexually harassed my wife in the workplace, compelling her into an affair with you."

"What?!"  Harry jumped up again.  "That is a total lie—she wanted it as much as I did!"

"Sit down, Harry," I said grimly.  "That may be so, but Marie will be signing a complaint of sexual harassment against you anyway—that's one of my conditions for not divorcing her.  Is that clear, Marie?" I said, turning to her.

Marie, looking terrified, glanced back and forth between me and Harry.  She said nothing.

"Let me explain," I said to both of them.  "I have no intention of doing anything with either of these documents.  But they are my insurance, Harry, in case you ever think about going back on your financial commitment to the two children—YOUR two children.  Or in case you get the idea that you might like someone else to know who their biological father is."

I handed Marie the sexual harassment complaint my lawyer had drafted.  "Sign it, Marie".

Still looking frightened, she silently took the pen from my hand and signed the complaint at the bottom.

"Now, Harry, we're almost finished with your part of tonight's proceedings.  I will expect to have those documents, signed, back in my hands within 48 hours.  You can bring them here to the house.

"And if you ever get some dark, crazy idea, like having me killed, I assure you that several copies of your incriminating tapes and love-notes to Marie are in safe places; and several people have instructions to make sure they come to light if anything happens to me.

"Any questions?" I concluded, looking at him sardonically.

He stood, slowly, looking angry and frustrated.  "You are a real son of a bitch, Bill, you know that?"  He started for the door, not even looking at Marie.

"Oh, not yet, Harry—we're not quite done."  He turned to face me.

"You've been humiliating me with my wife for six years.  At first I thought I'd beat the living shit out of you for six minutes—one minute for each year.  But I realized that I'd probably kill you by the end of that time.  So I'm going to make it 60 seconds—just 10 seconds per year.

"Just a little pain after all that fun, you lowlife cunt!"

Harry just stared at me, unable to believe I was serious.  He was several years younger than I was, along with being 2 inches taller and probably 25 pounds heavier.  On the other hand, he wasn't nearly as angry as I was.

"Marie, leave the room," I barked.  "Close the door behind you."

"No, Bill, please—please don't do this!" she begged.

Without another word I grabbed her by the arm, pushed her through the door, and closed it.  Then I turned to Harry.

"Feel free to defend yourself, Harry, if you can."  As I walked towards him he pulled his arms up in front of him in a defensive position, looking at me wide-eyed.

I slammed a quick right and a left into his belly, beneath his arms, and he crumpled in pain.  I began to work him over, with a series of blows to the body—no sense hurting my hands on his face more than I had to.  He tried feebly to fend me off, but the combination of fear and pain left him without much of a chance.

Keeping an eye on the clock above my desk—don't want to go past the time-limit, do we?—I enjoyed the feeling of my fists in his midsection.  He was gasping, bent over, trying only to get away from me.

When only 10 seconds remained I suddenly stopped, and moved back a step.  He tried to straighten up, thinking I was finished, and I hit him with two quick jabs squarely on his nose, then a powerful right-hand punch just below his left eye.  He fell to the floor, howling in pain, and rolled to his knees.

I went to the door and let in Marie, looking even more terrified than before.  I told her to get Harry a wet washcloth.

Ten minutes later I pushed him out my front door.  He was still holding a cloth over his bleeding face, and saying, "how the hell am I going to explain this to Caroline?"

"Not my problem, Harry.  Have a great night!"

Taking Marie by the arm, I led her back into the study and sat her down.  I had never seen her this way before—she was trembling with terror.

"It's all right, Marie—I would never hit you.  You don't have to be afraid."

"God, Bill, what's gotten into you?  How could you have done that to Harry?"

I looked at her in some surprise.  "Do you really not get it, Marie?  Do you really not see that what he did with you—what he did to me—is vicious and wrong?"

She blushed.  "Yes, yes of course.  It's just ... well, you seem so angry it's like you've gone crazy!"

I didn't have any answer to make to that, so I was silent for a minute.

"Marie, I said I wouldn't divorce you.  But our marriage is damn well not going to continue the way it's been going.  From now on things will be quite different.  Do you understand me?"

"Of course, Bill.  I will do anything to make up for what I've ... what I've done to you."  She looked at me pleadingly.

"All right," I said.  "Let's begin with a couple of groundrules.  You will find a new job within two weeks—I will not have you seeing Harry every day at work anymore.

"It should be obvious, I hope—but you will have no further personal contact with Harry of any kind, at any time.  No touching, no kissing, no fucking, no phone calls, no emails, no nothing.

"Next.  If our marriage is to continue, it will be on a very different basis.  I am no longer willing to put up with your bad moods, your coldness or your indifference.  I expect you to be a cheerful, affectionate, and loving wife.  

"Each and every day, you will show by your attitude and behavior that you love me and are grateful to be married to me.  

"And all that wild, uninhibited sexuality you shared only with Harry?  I expect you to be sharing it with me now.  I look forward to seeing you in the sexy underthings I've never seen you wear, the ones hidden in the back of your drawer."

I looked meaningfully at her, and she lowered her eyes in shame.

"And I expect that you will be ready, willing, and eager whenever I want to have sex.  If you really love me, Marie, you have a hell of a lot of lost time to make up for!"

She moved across the room and kneeled at my feet, putting her arms tightly around my legs and looking up at you.  "I do love you, Bill—more than I can say!  And I'll show you how much, I promise!"

I looked at her—at her pale face, streaked with tears, and her frightened eyes.  Somewhere inside me were the remaining shreds of all the love and devotion I had felt for this woman I'd shared so much with.  But they were overshadowed, reduced to insignificance, by my rage at her selfishness and hypocrisy.  She deserved everything she was going to get!

I pretended to soften a little.  "Listen, Marie," I said more gently.  "Your big Key Society dinner is in four weeks.  Let's use these weeks to start over, to make something new, maybe even better, out of our marriage.

"If all goes well, then the dinner will be our chance to celebrate the success of our new beginning.  What do you say?"

She nodded up at me, hugging my legs more tightly.  "Yes, Bill—thank you!  Thank you for giving me a chance!  And I'll be everything you want me to be!"

I pulled her up into my arms and, crying, she kissed my lips and face over and over.

"Now you just give me ten minutes to get cleaned up a bit, and then let me start making up to you for everything!" she said as she got up, smiling.

She left the room and I sat back, grinning to myself.  Watching Marie twist herself into a pretzel trying to please me for the next four weeks was going to be a lot of fun!

It sort of surprised me that she didn't notice what I had not done—I had not asked her anything about the affair, how it started and so on.  I guess the whole evening had been such a shock to her, she hadn't had time to think about it.  But the reason I didn't ask, of course, was that I simply didn't give a damn.  I was done with Marie—she just didn't know it yet.




The Letter A



When I came into the bedroom a few minutes later the bed was turned down, the lights were low, and Marie was lying on her side in an incredibly revealing red shortie nightgown.  It didn't go much past her hips, and through the panels in front I could clearly see her beautiful breasts and the dark triangle of her pubic hair.

She had washed her face, brushed her hair, and fixed her make-up.  She looked terrific, as beautiful as ever.  She also looked really nervous, as though I was about to give her a test.  I noticed that a bottle of lube was out on the night table.

"There you are!" she said in a sexy voice, but with a slight quaver in her voice.  "Come to momma!"  She held out her arms to me, and I quickly pulled off my clothes and took her in my arms.

We began kissing; her body was hot, and she writhed around like a snake.  Whether it was genuine arousal or pure acting, I enjoyed it.  I found I was completely able to put aside the rage and loathing I felt for Marie, and lose myself in the pleasure of sex with her.  She had a beautiful body, and her eagerness was a turn-on, especially after so many years of indifference.

I rolled onto my back and let her take the lead, which she seemed happy to do.  She climbed above me, putting her breasts on my chest and rubbing them back and forth, her nipples hard.  We continued to kiss, with our tongues swirling in each other's mouths, and I slid my hands up her thighs and into her pussy—one from the front, the other from behind.

As my hands met she groaned into my mouth.  I used one hand to slide a finger into her vagina, which was already wet, and the other to tease her clitoris.  Marie's groans increased, and her hips began to move in circles, encouraging me to keep stroking her.

I enjoyed what we were doing, but my cock wasn't getting any attention, so I decided to try the Harry approach: direct and crude.  Pulling my mouth away from Marie's, I said, "why don't you suck my dick now?"

In the past six years of our marriage, words like that from me would have earned me an angry rebuke, and the end of all sex-play for the night.  Now, she smiled at me and immediately slid down to the end of the bed, putting her knees on the floor and reaching for my cock.

I'd had the dubious pleasure of seeing on video what a skillful cock-sucker Marie could be, and now I was the beneficiary of those talents, for what felt like the first time ever.  It may be a cliché, but she treated my cock like a lollipop.  She gave it long strokes of her tongue from base to tip, then alternated by taking the head into her mouth and swirling her tongue deliciously around it.  When I got close to coming she backed off and devoted some time to my balls, licking and stroking them gently, then went back to my cock.

She worked me up to a frenzy, and finally urged me into an explosive climax, keeping her mouth firmly over my dick and swallowing the masses of cum I pumped out into her mouth.  The best blowjob of my life, without question!

I lay back and relaxed, feeling Marie slide back up onto the bed and nestle against me.  I sighed and said, "that was great, honey"—meaning it—and she beamed at me.  We rested for a few minutes, and then she said, "I was thinking that maybe you'd like to ... have my ... rear end tonight?"

I looked at her.  "What, Marie?  You can say 'fuck my ass' to Harry, but not to me?"

She blushed deeply, looking thoroughly embarrassed.  "I don't know, Bill—I just got used to ... talking dirty with him.  I'm sorry.  I guess I just felt ... shy talking like that with you."  Then she gathered herself.

"Baby, will you fuck me in the ass?  I want to feel your big hard cock all the way up my ass."

I had to laugh to myself, seeing her struggle to use dirty words with me the way she had with that jerk Harry.

"Yes, baby," I said.  "I'm looking forward to having your asshole tonight.  Why don't you get me hard, and we'll get to it?"

Foreplay was even more fun this time, because it took her longer to get me ready to go.  She shrugged out of her nightie and rubbed me all over with her breasts, purring like a cat, using her hands to stroke my arms and legs.  Then gradually she made her way down to my cock, first using her hair to stimulate it lightly, then breathing on it gently, and finally settling down to some serious sucking.

I enjoyed it, in no hurry for her to stop, and made no move to shorten the fun.  Even when I was rigid, I just lay there and let her continue.  Finally, Marie looked up at me and said, "now, honey.  I want this beautiful thing in my ass!"

She got up on her knees, her shoulders and head down on the bed, and waited for me.  I grabbed the bottle of lube and worked some it thoroughly into her ass, using one and then two fingers to open her up, taking my time.  Then I lubed up my cock and pressed it firmly against her anus.

Given all the ass-fucking she'd apparently been getting from Harry, I didn't expect much difficulty—and I didn't find any.  My cock opened her easily, and I slid smoothly in, going very slowly to savor the feelings.

Marie groaned voluptuously, low in her throat, a clear sound of pleasure.  "Ohh, baby!  I love how you feel inside me!"

I held still for some moments, my hands on her hips, letting her heat and tightness arouse me further.  Then I started thrusting gently, taking my time, wanting to enjoy each moment of my first ass-fuck with Marie in years.  

I basically didn't give a shit about her pleasure, but she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was.  She groaned and murmured, she arched her back to get me in deeper, and she even reached back with her hands to my ass to pull me in tighter a couple of times.

Having come once already, I was able to prolong my pleasure for many minutes.  I built it up gradually, until I was thrusting fast and hard into her, pushing as deep as I could at the end of each in-stroke, my balls banging against her pussy.  At the very end I leaned forward over Marie's back and pinned her wrists to the bed with my hands.  She hadn't been trying to get away, but it excited me to feel her pinned down and completely at my mercy.

My final strokes were crazed, wild, excited, mindless.  And my orgasm burst out of me like a bomb, flooding my whole body with sensation as I shot my cum into her bowels.  Without pulling out of Marie I collapsed forward, falling face-down on top of her.  She probably couldn't breathe too well, but at that moment I didn't much care.

When she truly began to lose her breath, Marie gently rolled me off her.  I lay on my back, still breathing hard, my eyes closed.  In a minute I saw that she had gone into the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth, which she used to clean off my cock.

When she was done, she put the washcloth back in the bathroom, turned off the lights, and snuggled up against me under the covers.  She kissed my neck tenderly and said, "I love you, sweetheart.  Sleep well!"

As I drifted off into a satisfied sleep, I looked forward to more of the same attention over the next four weeks.

**        **        **        **        

I truly enjoyed the following weeks, as Marie put all her energy into "rebuilding our marriage".  She woke me the next morning with a cheerful smile and a loving kiss, asking me if I wanted a blowjob before my bacon and eggs.  I passed on the blowjob but enjoyed the breakfast, watching with interest as Marie did more than her usual share of the work in getting the kids up and ready for their days.

That evening I came home to a fancy meal, some recipe Marie had found in a cookbook and decided to try.  It was not so appealing to Katie and Brian, who clamored for hot dogs and macaroni and cheese, but I enjoyed it.  And Marie took the initiative in getting the children bathed and to bed on time, so we two could enjoy our evening.

Our bedroom romp that night was a pleasurable variation on the night before.  Marie had a different sexy nightie, and we enjoyed a leisurely 69 and then a hard fuck in missionary position, but her enthusiasm, affection, and energy were just the same.  Despite my secret feelings I couldn't help noticing how much we were behaving like two happy honeymooners.

Day after day, Marie's loving attentions persisted.  She was cheerful and helpful in the mornings and with the kids, and a tiger in the bedroom.  Several new sexy pieces of lingerie appeared, and were thoroughly enjoyed.  A number of new positions were explored—I don't know if she'd been looking in a sex-book or what, but she suggested combinations with our legs every which-way around one another, and a few of them were great!

In every way my life had become like a happy fantasy.  Except of course that I no longer trusted my wife an inch; that beneath my happy acquiescence to her attentions I was filled with rage; and that I was only pretending to share her loving feelings (for all I knew, she was only pretending herself).

The signed papers from Harry turned up in my mailbox within 48 hours, as I'd demanded.  I promptly got Marie to sign the adoption consent, and took it to my lawyer.  He arranged a private hearing in front of a judge that same week (in which I explained why I was applying to adopt children who were apparently mine!), and ten days after that the legal adoption was finalized.  Then I got my lawyer started on the divorce papers.

**        **        **        **        

One morning I was surprised at work by a visit from Denise Reynolds, a co-worker I share projects with from time to time.  At 28 she was five or so years younger and I, and a real knockout.  I knew she was divorced, and from time to time her remarks to me passing through the office seemed a bit flirtatious, but I had never thought much about her beyond noting to myself that she was near the top of my "women to sleep with in my fantasies" list.

I expected Denise's visit to be about work, but it wasn't.  "Bill," she said, "what is different about you lately?  Have you been working out?  It's not your hair, but you seem ... I don't know, younger, or more fit, or something."

"Thanks for the compliment, Denise," I said with a smile.  Then, thinking 'what the hell', I plunged on.  "In fact, something is quite different, but I can't talk about it here.  Any chance we could have a quick lunch today?"

"Sounds great," she replied.  "How about 1 o'clock?"

We went to a salad bar, then took our lunches to a table in the park and enjoyed the sunshine while we ate.  I said, "the difference in me that you noticed is probably that my marriage is in terrible shape."

She looked puzzled.  "And that makes you look BETTER?  Explain please!"

I gave her a carefully edited version of the story.  "I found out a couple of weeks ago that my wife was screwing a guy from her work.  It's been going on for a long time.  I gave him some 'gentle persuasion' with my fists to leave her alone, and since then she's been doing her damndest to make it up to me.

"I'll tell you the truth in confidence, Denise: Marie thinks that she can win me back, but I've already decided I'm out the door in just a few weeks.  There's no way I can live with a woman who's betrayed me like that.  But in the meantime, she's been treating me like a king—both in and out of the bedroom.  That's the difference you noticed today."

She regarded me appraisingly.  "I'm impressed that you're handling it so well.  When I found out my ex was balling someone else, I pretty much fell apart.  It was months after that before I had my emotional balance back."

"I'm sorry," I said.  "I didn't know you'd been through that, just that you were divorced.  Well, part of the time it has been pretty awful.  But I've taken control of the situation at this point—it's going to play itself out the way I want it to, not anyone else.  That is helping me feel a lot better."

Again saying to myself 'what the hell', I added, "one of the nice things about my situation is that although I'm not yet officially single, I know I'm about to be.  So I don't have to restrain myself from expressing my admiration for the very lovely lady sitting in the park with me today."  And I gazed at her, smiling.

She blushed a little and looked away, then back at me.  "Jesus, Bill, you've managed to embarrass me—I didn't think it was that easy to do."

"I'm sorry, Denise, but you are so beautiful, and so much fun.  I've been attracted to you since I met you—it's just that saying anything about it was off-limits until now."

I waited a moment, then said, "is there any chance you'd have dinner with me on Saturday?  I know a lovely Italian place overlooking the river—it's got a great view."

She looked at me very seriously.  "Bill, I like you too, and you've always been easy to be around.  Can I trust you?  Is your marriage really over?  Or is this the usual bullshit to get in my pants?  Forgive me, but I've seen that scene before."

"Denise, I've never been anything but straight with you—and as you know, I've never come on to you before.  I'll be separating from Marie in about two weeks, and filing the divorce papers the same day.  There's no going back on that.  But I'll understand if you want to put me off—I'll just be a little disappointed!"

She smiled.  "No, Bill.  Now that you've made the offer I'm pretty eager to accept, before you change your mind!"  She looked steadily at me, and with a little hesitation I leaned forward and we kissed, lightly and sweetly.  It was not a hot sexy kiss, but it felt like a wonderful promise.  When it was over I grinned at her like a happy kid.

Telling my wife that I had a date for Saturday night certainly brought out the bastard in me.  I made it clear that I'd be out with another woman, and that I expected her to stay home with the kids.

"Bill!"  Marie was shocked, and looked ready to cry.  "But ... but I've been trying so hard to ... make things up to you, to save your marriage.  How can you see someone else?"

"It's simple, Marie.  You not only 'saw someone else', you fucked him behind my back for six years.  You've been terrific lately, and I'm feeling a lot better about us—but that doesn't mean you've earned my total faithfulness at this point.  It seems pretty obvious that I'd have to fuck someone else for quite a while before you and I would be even!"

She started to cry a little.  "Are you ... sleeping with her?"

"No, but I might.  And that's just something you're going to have to accept.  If it makes you feel awful, well, it will help you understand what you made me feel."

And with that I ended the conversation, by leaving the room.

My first couple of dates with Denise were delightful but cautious.  We took our time, both perhaps sensing that we felt more for each other than just sexual attraction.  We talked and laughed, complained about our co-workers, told stories about growing up, and just got to know each other.  It felt comfortable, easy.  It even sometimes reminded me of my early days with Marie—that thought saddened me, but I pushed it aside.

It was after our third dinner date, as I was opening the car door for Denise at her apartment, that she said quietly, "why don't you come in for a drink, Bill?"

We both knew what that meant, and I was instantly excited.  When we got inside she was immediately in my arms, and we kissed and hugged like two teenagers.

She pulled back from me a little, and said seriously, "I really want this, Bill; but I'm really nervous, too.  It's been a long time.  Will you be ... gentle with me, and take your time?"

"Sure I will," I said with a smile, gently picking her up in my arms.  "Which way is your bedroom?"

Sex with Denise was amazing, but completely unlike the vigorous fucking and sucking I'd been having with Marie lately.  She was very excited but a little bit shy; she wanted the lights down very low, and at first she was pretty passive, letting me stroke and caress her breasts and body.

She was so gorgeous, though, that I enjoyed every bit of it.  When I finally slid one hand into her vagina it was very wet, and she groaned as I fingered her delicately.

I teased her with my lips on her nipples and a hand in her pussy for a long time, only very gradually increasing the intensity.  It excited me like crazy when her breathing quickened to short gasps, and I kept touching and licking, bringing her to what sounded like a very nice orgasm.  She shuddered and cried out, before relaxing back on the bed and pulling me into her arms.

"Wow, Bill!  I really was nervous, and you were ... just perfect.  God, that felt good!"

Without another word I slid on top of her, aimed carefully, and entered her as slowly as possible.  We both sighed, enjoying every millimeter of the penetration.
Our first fuck was relaxed, soft, tender—it felt infinitely more loving than the athletic sex I'd been having with Marie.  It felt, in fact, like two people who cared for one another pleasing each other.

When we'd finished Denise kissed me several times, and asked me if I could stay the night.  I happily agreed, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning she was a little shy again, so we didn't make love; but we did say our goodbyes with real fondness, and some tender kisses.  

My big marriage-ending night with Marie was just a few days away.  I didn't reveal any of my plans to Denise, but I did tell her that pretty soon I'd be officially separated, and on my way to divorce.

When I came in the door, about 9:30 that Saturday morning, Marie was quietly crying at the kitchen table.  It was obvious how I'd spent the previous night.

Pretending far more sympathy than I felt, I hugged her gently.  "I'm sorry, Marie; I know how you're feeling, believe me."

"God, Bill, it's just awful!  The very idea of you in another woman's bed, it tears me apart!  I was so selfish all those years—how could I not think about you and how my ... affair would make you feel?"

She looked at me and said, "thank you, thank you for giving me another chance!"


**        **        **        **        

Marie's big night, and mine, were fast approaching.  In a small way I almost regretted this—four weeks of geisha-like treatment from Marie, including some very exciting sex, had been a lot of fun, and I would miss it.

But the fact was that nothing she had done had even begun to cool my outrage and anger.  Her complete betrayal of me went far beyond anything she could have done to make up for it.  When I looked into my heart, there was only the smallest thimbleful of love left for her, and only the tiniest bit of sympathy for what was about to happen to her.

As I worked with her on the Powerpoint presentation for her talk, I also secretly prepared my own version—not quite the same one she'd seen, as I needed to conceal Harry's identity and the fact that he'd fathered the kids.

But the overall approach was the same: first a series of very graphic blowjob, ass-fucking, and fucking shots (without showing Harry's face), and then some marvelous video.  

The first clip showed Marie doing a strip-tease for her lover, then falling to her knees in response to his command and beginning an energetic blow-job.  Next came a clip of Marie grunting as she rode her boyfriend's cock. 

Then I put in a piece of carefully edited conversation between a naked Marie and her unseen lover: she said, "as long as I keep giving him a little pussy from time to time, he'll never suspect a thing."  And he replied, "but not too much pussy, baby—your cunt belongs to me."  And he leaned over and stuck his fingers roughly into her cunt.

In the final clip, the unidentified man was busily thrusting in Marie's ass, while we could hear her moaning, "fuck me, you bastard—come on, fuck my ass!"  

I had rigged the laptop so that Marie's presentation would play every time she used the machine.  But by pressing a combination of keys (including, of course, "A") I could lock her presentation out and replace it with my own special file.




The Letter A



Both the days leading up to the dinner, and on the night itself, Marie asked me fearfully if I'd deleted that "horrible file" I'd played for her four weeks earlier.  Each time, with a loving smile, I assured her that it was gone—and I went to the laptop and showed her that her presentation was there, and would play at the touch of a button.

The last few days were particularly sweet at home.  Marie was beginning to feel more confident that she was winning me back, and her loving attentions felt more settled and calm, somehow, and less desperate.  At the same time, the pain she'd felt when I'd stayed out all night with Denise spurred her to greater heights in our bed.  She fucked and sucked me half to death, and I even had to refuse her once or twice.  Knowing that it was all about to end, I savored every moment.

When the big night came, we were there early—me in my rented tuxedo, Marie looking glamorous in a black spaghetti-strap evening dress that showed off her neck and shoulders.  We ran through her Powerpoint presentation twice, so she felt reassured that all was well.  When she bent over to put her purse beneath the podium, I quickly entered the combination of key-strokes ending with "A".  All was in place.

And it all went just as I had anticipated.  We ate a nice dinner, chatting amiably with our friends at the table.  There were some dull welcoming remarks, then the outgoing President gave Marie a warm introduction, and she nervously went to the podium to the sound of everyone's applause.

By my watch her excitement and happiness lasted precisely 54 seconds.  That's how long it was between the start of the Powerpoint file and the moment that her audience began seeing still pictures of her naked body, with an anonymous cock sticking in its various orifices.

Marie didn't freeze, and she didn't knock over a water glass.  But she did whirl and stare at me, horror and disbelief in her eyes, before she tried frantically to get the file to stop playing.  It was locked, of course.

As the video clips began and their sound filled the room she just stood, slumped, blushing beet-red, looking at the floor.  And she made no movement as the audience's surprise was succeeded by outrage mixed with laughter, nor any response to the lewd catcalls that were sent her way by some of the departing crowd.

In only a few minutes we were alone.  I sat looking calmly up at her from my seat at the table.  She finally spoke—the question from my fantasy.

"Bill ... how could you do this to me?  I thought you loved me!"

"Yes, Marie," I answered her.  "For the past few weeks I have loved you exactly as much as you loved me for the six years before that."

I walked to the podium and put several folded sheets of paper in her hand.  "I'm divorcing you.  Consider yourself served.  If you stay in town you can have joint custody of Katie and Brian; otherwise I'll fight you for total custody, and you know I'll win."

When I was nearly to the door I heard her cry out, in anger and pain, "But you said you wouldn't divorce me!  You said ... we could try to work it out!!"

I turned and looked back at her.  "Yes Marie, I did.  I guess, after all those years of you lying to me, I told one lie of my own."