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An Eye for an Eye

By: w_blake



I grinned to myself as I watched Ben watch Andrea. My wife had just bent over to pick up an empty cocktail glass from the low table near the patio chairs, and the short denim skirt she wore showed off a large expanse of tanned and toned thighs. With Ben's wife's Julie's good looks, the fact that he still eyed-up Andrea whenever he could was definitely a complement.

Julie herself held up her empty glass for Andrea as she walked by. Julie was shorter and more compact, lounging in the chair in her sleeveless tank top and jean shorts, a sliver of her bikini top visible whenever she moved her arms, the rest a shadow under the white top. Julie smiled up at Andrea showing off white, even teeth as she handed off her the glass, then back and Ben and me as we tossed the ball back and forth. Her eyes were a pale blue, framed by thick lashes, and they mostly followed the ball but would often stop and linger on us.

Ben caught her eye on him and posed with mock ferocity, beating his chest like an ape. He was wearing swim trunks and one of his outrageous Hawaiian shirts, unbuttoned to show a patch of chest hair that could hide third world nations. Julie laughed, and he bounded over to her like an ape and proceeded to tickle her.

Her arms and legs were flailing about under his onslaught, and I watched the appreciatively. Julie was curvy in all the right places, and just a touch softer then Andrea. She was gasping for breath when he stopped and landed a quick kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Hey Theo, any more to drink? This heat is a killer", he called to me while still watching her deep breaths.

"Yeah, let me see what's keeping my better half."

I ambled past them towards the kitchen, enjoying Julie's breathing myself. I slid open the glass doors and stepped inside onto the cool tiles. I padded on bare feet farther into the house, entering the dining room with the pass-thru to the kitchen. The whir of the blender greeted me.

"Hey hon, any more to drink?"

From under the counter-level I heard the heavy clink of a glass pitcher. "Just getting clean glasses, I'm mixing up a batch of strawberry daiquiris."

I entered the kitchen and then stopped to appreciate the view. Andrea was down on elbows and knees fishing extra glasses from deep in the bottom cabinet. Her short skirt was riding high, and with a dip of my head I could make out a bit of pale orange panties.

I walked close, reached down with both hands, and gave both butt cheeks a good squeeze. She rocked back on her haunches and straightened up, her curls whipping with the fast movement. Laughing, she reached up and swatted the front of my trunks. "Naughty Theo."

As usual, that didn't help matters and the front of the trunks tented out a bit. She held up her hand to be helped up, and as she did so she teasingly rubbed against me the entire way up.

"No fair, my lovely lady. No fair."

"All's fair in love and war", she quipped back.

In response I waggled my constrained dick against her hip. She grabbed a handful of the crushed ice and daiquiri mix from the open blender and shoved it down the front of my trunks. The cold ice slid past my member with a breathtaking chill and the netting pooled them around my balls. Her hand, frigid from the ice, encircled my member. She pumped three times, spreading both cold and warmth, before my stunned reaction set in and I jumped back.

"Whooaw!" I exclaimed as her chilled fingers slipped off my member. "Hey", was all I could get out next.

She threw me an impish look, which quickly became mock innocence.

"Yes?", she inquired, fluttering her eyelashes outrageously.

I broke into laughter which she quickly joined. I reached up one leg and pulled the wet netting away from my balls. A few chunks of ice tumbled onto the floor with a series of cracks.

"Hey, don't get those all over the floor. You're going to need to change anyhow, you're all wet."

I'm sure my face lit up wickedly as I ditched the trunks right there on the floor and jogged naked towards the bedroom, my manhood flying at half staff and shaking back and forth. I heard her crystal laugh again as I left the room.

I stopped briefly in the bathroom and wiped off what I could of the sticky mix, my hand on the wet washcloth mimicking Andrea's earlier motion. I finished, clean but once again hard, and headed into the bedroom. I rooted around for a minute looking for my other suit without any luck. Shrugging my shoulders I grabbed a pair of jean shorts, pulled them on, buttoned them, and stuffed my still hopeful dick inside before zipping them closed. I looked around the room one last time for the trunks, noticing a flicker of movement out the window.

Looking closer, Julie was bouncing on the diving board as if ready to dive, but not going in. She had stripped down to a brief blue bikini, and the motion of the board was jiggling her heavy chest in pleasing ways. But her eyes were what drew me, and she gave a little wave when she saw me looking before diving in.

I cursed softly and good-naturedly. The bedroom wasn't visible from the patio area, and the nearest neighbors were half a mile away, so I hadn't worried that that blinds weren't closed. I wondered how long she has been there, if she had seen me walking around in the buff, or perhaps even the whole show with me cleaning up. In any case, there wasn't much I could do about it, and truth be told it was more then a little exciting.

I walked back through the house, chaffing more then slightly inside my jeans. Andrea was back on the floor, this time with a dishtowel wiping the spot I dropped my trunks.

"Need any help?", I asked contritely.

"Nah, I'm almost done", she replied. "Remind me not to stuff sticky things in your pants."

"I'll remind you of no such thing. I like when you get my cock all sticky."

She raised her head to glance at me, and took in the outline of my dick bulging against the shorts.

"I guess you do, I guess you do at that.", she said knowingly. With a mischievous note in her voice, she followed up with "Hey, where are Ben and Julie?"

"The pool I think, I can't see them from here."

"Ah, good", she breathed as she reached up and unzipped the shorts. "Time to make you all sticky again."

My dick sprung out of its confinement, bobbing briefly in front of her face before she reached out and steadied it. She kissed the tip, the side, down to the base, and then worked her way back to the tip. She rolled her tongue around it once, twice, three times, and then engulfed it in her mouth.

I leaned heavier against the countertop and closed my eyes. Damn that felt good. One finger and thumb encircled the base, and her head bobbed up and down on it, her curls swinging back and forth.

My reverie was broken by Ben's voice. "Hey Theo, drinks ready yet?"

He was leaning in the patio door, trying not to drip inside. I wrenched my attention to him since Andrea showed no intention of stopping.

"Alm-almost ready. I'll bring them out in a nonce.", I managed to get out.

"Okay-dokay.". And mercifully he left.

I glanced down at Andrea, noting with very real relief that the pass-thru would have blocked everything from sight.

Andrea stopped and pulled her head back off my manhood. "You know, when you thought you could be caught you seemed really into it."

I didn't have a quick answer, and with a wicked gleam in her eye she called out loudly towards the patio. "Hey Jules, can you help me carry the daiquiris?"

With that, she lowered her head and again began to suck at my member. Lower down I saw her hand snake under the edge of her skirt and start to rub herself.

With alarm I looked at the blender, not two feet from me, but it was gone. I looked around and saw the daiquiris and fresh glasses on a wicker tray on the dining room table, about ten feet from me.

The patio door slid open, and Julie walked in. She had a towel wrapped around her, and her dark hair hung wetly over her shoulders. I could feel my balls tightening.

"Hey Theo, where's Andi?"

With a feigned nonchalance I replied, "She'll be back in a second. The daiquiris are right there." Even to me it sounded a bit rushed.

There must have been something in my voice, as she tilted her head quizzically as she padded forward to the edge of the dining room table.

"Everything okay?"

"Ah, yeah."

She started closer to the pass-thru, stopping at my frantic hand gesture. To cover it up I turned it into a point at the table. "We'll be right out in a minute, the drinks are there."

I could barely think with Andrea's ministrations on my dick. She kept changing up the rhythm, slowing down as she felt me get near orgasm. I saw Julie glance down and realized my hips were bucking slightly, trying to regain the old tempo. I froze, but Julie turned and walked back towards the tray. She glanced through the entertainment room towards the door to the patio then turned back and winked broadly at me.

Man, I was caught. My thoughts spun, but the only thing that I could focus on was just how good my wife's mouth felt. I opened my mouth to say something -- I'm not sure what -- but Julie spoke again.

"Okay, I'll just take the drinks outside", she said, but she did anything but. With another glance towards the patio door, she reached up and peeled down the top of the towel and bikini on the left side. She flashed her heavy breast, the large aureole a pale red against her skin. Even from this distance I could make out her erect nipple, straining forward. She gave her breast a jiggle at me, then tugged up her towel and turned to leave with the tray.

The dam burst, and I flooded Andrea's mouth with my jism. Her throat contracted as she swallowed after each spurt, pulling it from me as frantically as I tried to supply it. Finally I shuttered to a halt, pulled my half-mast staff from her mouth, and dropped down on the floor next to her. She braced herself against me as I moved, and I could smell her own musky scent. Her hand still worked under her skirt.

I slid on the floor until I was behind her, legs splayed to either side. She sat back hard from her crouch, leaning against me and trapping my member against her. My arms encircled her, one reaching high under her top to cup her bra-enclosed breast, and the other reaching low under her skirt.

She pressed firmly against me. Even through the thin bra it was obvious her nipple was at attention. Under her skirt I had no such barrier to my attentions, her wet panties has been pushed to the side, and her hand stopped rubbing and spread her nether lips with her fingers to give me better access.

I tweaked her nipple then gently massaged her breast, but my main focus was lower. I ran the ball of my index finger over her nub, round and round. With my teeth I nipped at her ear.

She grabbed my hand and roughly pulled it lower. I hooked the tip and poked it inside of her, feeling the muscles squeezing tightly. I ran my finger in circles around the edge, and then began to pump it in and up. I bent and wiggled my finger each time it was deeply in like I knew she liked. I could feel her muscles contract, and she arched her back against me. I continued, raising the tempo a little more, and was rewarded by a gasp and a wet flood against my hand.

She squirmed against me and to the side, turning her head over her shoulder to give me a close-mouthed kiss.

"You go out; we don't want them to catch on. I need to clean up a bit."

She rested against me for a moment longer then stood. Freed from between us my manhood waved, trying to rise to the occasion but needing a little more time.

I watched Andrea walk out of the room, then wet a paper towel and cleaned up myself and the floor. I stuffed my soldier back inside his tent and zipped it closed before heading outside.

Julie was spread out on one of the lounge chairs. I exited the house behind her, giving myself a good view of her cleavage and the rest of her curvy lines. The bottom of her bikini was pulled tight, giving her a subtle double hump of camel-toe. I wondered if it was an intentional show, since even from a distance her nipples tented her brief top.

Ben on the other hand was doing laps. I thought of Andrea and her cleaning up, but he wouldn't have line of sight from inside the pool. Still, I noticed she hadn't closed the blinds any more then I had.

I called to Ben and headed up on the diving board. I got out onto end and tried to glance inside without seeming to. I could see Andrea changing into her suit. She had already taken off her clothes, and I watched her high breasts, fairly firm even without the support of a bra. Idly I compared the two; her aureole was much darker the Julie's, smaller in size though bigger compared to her breast.

Andrea looked out the window and saw me looking in. She grinned at me, and reached into a drawer where I knew she kept a few battery-powered friends. Knowing her, she was going to give me a show.

"Hey Theo, you comin' in?", Ben called up at me.

I made a show of sitting down on the edge of the board and dangling my toes in. The water was a bit frosty compared to the heat of the day, but it was pleasantly so instead of just cold. Ben's eyes followed my gaze towards the house, but from in the water I couldn't see much more then I could sitting on the board.

With a disappointed shrug I slid into the water.

We horsed around in the pool for a few minutes, the Andrea came out. Considering how short of a time it was she probably didn't enjoy one of her vibrators without me there to show off for. Probably.

She was wearing a backless red one-piece. While it covered significantly more then Julie's bikini, the neckline plunging to her navel made it more titillating. She was carrying a platter with the meat on it. The steaks were bright red while the chicken had been marinating since last night in the brown of teriyaki sauce.

Andrea dumped the platter near the grill and waved me over. I notice that both her and Julie watched me as I levered myself over the closest edge instead of swimming to the ladder. Water dripped to the concrete as I strode to the grill. It took three wooden matches to light it, and I resolved again to replace the igniter.

The grill wasn't much of a vantage point -- I could see the yard, part of the large ranch-style house, and the old carriage house we had converted into a guest cottage, but not the two women talking to each other in lowered voices. When the meat started smoking Ben came over, snagging Coronas for us both from the cooler.

"Beautiful.", he exclaimed as he pushed a slice of lime in the bottle.

"What's beautiful?"

"What isn't? Beautiful day. Beautiful meat. And we've got a pair of gorgeous women sitting behind us and giggling."

"Ain't that the truth."

"Man, I think Andi's suit is illegal in thirteen states and the District of Columbia."

I glanced over at the reclining women and turned back with an agreeing grin on my mug. "Yeah, wanted for manslaughter. I'm ready to drop dead just looking at it."

Ben propped his butt against the low wall around the grill area so he could see me but was facing the two women. He didn't say anything for a moment; instead he took a swig from the bottle. When he spoke again his voice was lower.

"T, you need to watch the shades in your bedroom."

I looked at him for a moment and he continued. "I was diving in the pool before you came back out and I got an eyeful of Andi as she went to change."

His voice was studied neutral, but I could hear a note of worry behind it. There were a few ways I could take this, but considered that his wife had flashed a tit at me not half an hour ago I figured I could afford to take it easy, so I grinned at him.

"Then count yourself a lucky man, you can die happy now. I noticed the blinds when I went for a dive myself."

Ben nodded at that. "I didn't stay up and watch, jumped in and stayed in."

"Well, I could try to deck you,", I said with my voice light, "but since you've got two inches and forty pounds on me I don't think that's the best idea. Look, you got an eyeful of choice woman-flesh. Enjoy it."

Ben smiled. "Glad you're not going try to deck me, it wouldn't have been pleasant to tie you in knots."

I laughed back, "Yeah. Anyway, I don't get mad, I get even." I winked theatrically. "Gotta convince your wife to reciprocate some time."

I said it jokingly, considering that in my mind we were already even, but he got a serious look on his face for a second then switched the topic to last night's game.

Soon enough the meat was done and we all sat down to eat. Julie had wrapped a sheer blue sarong around her waist and I threw on a tee, but Andrea ate in her suit and Ben didn't bother covering the hair thicket with his Hawaiian shirt.

The late summer sun threw long shadows over the table as we worked our way through a goodly amount of food and a greater amount of drink. By the time even Ben was full the sun was a red ball that was already kissing the top of the mountains.

Andrea and I cleared the table and while inside I took a moment to bring her up to speed on what Ben had told me.

"He peeked on me through the window?", her tone more amusement then anything else. "Hmm, I wonder how much he saw."

"I think he saw you in the buff."

Carefully she replied, "And you're not jealous?"

I thought of the incident earlier, and took the same path I did with Ben. "Look, I've known him since law school. He wasn't peeping-tomming, he just caught a glimpse of prime USDA grade-A woman flesh while he was diving. I'm not gonna crucify him for it."

"Especially when the chance to get caught really did it for you this afternoon."

"You too if I recall. You soaked through your panties."

"Yeah. I guess I'm not angry. In some ways, it just makes the risk of getting caught that much realer."

She turned for a quick kiss, which ended up lingering a bit longer then I think either of us expected. There was definitely an underlying sexual tension, even after our escapades earlier.

"I would have to say it makes it more thrilling if there is a bit of real risk."

We finished loading the dishwasher and headed out. Julie and Ben were standing embracing by the pool, out of sight from the patio doors. When the door slid open they slid from a sensual to merely intimate stance with a guilty start and waved to us.

"Hey folks, Jules and I were just talking and we were wondering if we could take you up on the offer of the guest house. This way we don't have to tone down the party to sober up for the drive."

Andrea immediately smiled. "Of course, of course."

I brought another round of drinks and we sat around bullshitting for a while. I could see Ben and Julie brushing against each other like a pair a teenagers. I had an idea what had turned each of them on, and it looked like they were looking forward to tonight.

Not that I could blame them -- the appetizers during the afternoon just whetted my appetite for the full course. I could tell Andrea felt the same; she was shamelessly flirting with everyone. Julie was watching the two of us together with a smile that kept threatening to turn into a grin of 'I know what you were doing before'. It seemed to turn her on as she kept teasing Ben. It was obvious to me, and I'm sure more obvious to the women who had an extra point of interest, that he had a serious hard-on. Finally as the dusk shaded into night Julie mentioned it was chilly and she was going to change.

"Come on Ben, you need to carry the bag from the car. Andi, T, we want to settle in, we'll be back in half an hour", she called as she headed around to the front.

Ben rose to follow, and whispered in my ear "an eyeful for an eyeful" as he hurried after her.

Andi was watching me with a question on her face, but I waited until they were out of sight to relay to her what he said.


An Eye for an Eye



Laura and I had been married now for over five years and to me it was as if we were still on our honeymoon. Yes we still made love daily and sometimes more than that; we still cared for each other as much as we did the first day we were married. I was so much in love with her that when I was quietly working (I am a translator of law books and other official documents) I would often take a break and dream about my wife and how we were going to make love when she came home from work.

My work place was a large room above the three-car garage; I had converted it into a working space and office. It had two large widows, one giving a view on the front of the house and the other which allowed me to see the backyard. It also had a small kitchen and a tiny bathroom in my office so that I didn't have to go into the main part of the house whenever I was hungry for a snack or felt the need to use the toilet facilities. It even had an independent gas heating system for the winter as well as a separate unit of air-conditioning during the summer. 

I also had the telephone company installed a private line in my office with no extension from the house line going into my office. I didn't want to be bothered with house calls while working and certainly didn't want to be interrupted by work related calls when I was with my wife in the rest of the house. My office also had a small library for my reference books and a sound system since I love soft music while working.

You see, I am a professional translator and I usually work on translating documents from French to Spanish or Spanish to French. I am a fourth generation American, my parents died when I was young, after the death of my parents I was sent to live in Canada with an aunt that spoke mostly French. I even attended a French school there. 

When I was fourteen my aunt died and I had to go and live with my grandmother (on my dad side) in a small town a few hundred miles from San Diego. She was Spanish speaking and naturally I learned speaking the language, even most of my friends were speaking Spanish. So now my French and Spanish are excellent while my English is ok I suppose.

I met Laura while attending university and we soon felt in love with each other. She was very shy then and was studying to be a teacher. She never talked about her previous boyfriends but I am pretty certain that I was her first one. For one thing, she was a virgin when I first made love to her, plus the fact that she knew practically nothing about sex that first times was ample proof of that.

Laura is tall and has nice long straight legs with sexy firm thighs; her bum is very round and very attractive while her waist is small. But her hips are just a little out of proportion being a little wider than they should be and this gives her a voluptuous look as if she had been made for enjoying sex. 

But by far her most attractive features are her lovely face and her large breasts, which are very firm with no sagging at all. She is a brunette with plump lips and high cheekbones while her voice is soft and just a little lower – and sexy – than what one would expect from a woman. She definitely does attract attention when she walks on the street, more than once did I notice men turning their head over to watch her go by.

As mentioned earlier, we had no children yet but now after five year we were thinking of starting a family soon. Neither my wife or I had any family left alive after we got married. So after reading an add in the newspaper that the canadian government was looking for translators to translate the trade agreements documents that the Canadian government had signed with the South American countries I applied for the job. 

Since the Canadian population is one third French speaking they needed someone that was perfectly bilingual in French as well as in Spanish and of course that person had to know English also. That fitted me perfectly so I applied for the job and got it. 

Laura also got a job there as a grade two teacher in a primary school in the town where we lived. The money was good since teachers in Canada are paid much more generously than they are in the states. We were living just on the outskirts of a small town in the Gatineau hills across the river from Ottawa and I was also making very good money working mostly from my home. 

We owned a two hundreds acres wooden lot with huge trees of all kinds. The large house we were living in was situated just in front of a small river that led to a large lake. Life was good; I really loved the four seasons of Canada. In summer we enjoyed boating and fishing on the lake while in winter, when the lake froze over, we went exploring on our snowmobiles across the lake and into the hills on the other side. Of course there were all sort of game to hunt but I am an animals lover and so is my wife, so we never went hunting.

My story begins just after our fifth wedding anniversary. It was in October and Laura had started a new school year, she loved her new class and for some reason, lately she seemed much more happy than usual. Of course I didn't complain since we were still fucking like rabbits wherever we could. But I could tell that each morning she seemed very eager to go to work while in the last month she had taken to the habit of going back to her school each Saturday afternoon. She would go there either to either changes the decorations in her classroom or to work on her class preparations. 

I didn't mind of course since she was always back home by four or five in the afternoon. When she would get home she would change and we then would go out to eat. Later in the evening, we either went dancing or returned home to watch television and have sex. Yes life was good.

Then one evening, on a Wednesday, after having work in my office for an hour or so, I went down to the main kitchen of the house to get something to eat from the fridge, I heard her talking on the phone. Usually I wouldn't pay attention to what she would say but when I distinctly heard her say, 'Was your wife angry with you Tom? '. I knew that she was talking to Tom Higgin who was also a teacher in her school. 

Of course there was nothing to it, but as soon as she saw me appearing in the kitchen she said to Tom that she had to go and she quickly hung up the phone. When I asked her to whom she was talking, she said that it was Nancy – another teacher – from her school. For the first time that I could remember, I knew that she had just lied to me. But why?

For the rest of the week I kept trying to figure out why she didn't want me to find out she had been talking to Tom on the phone, the more I tried to explain this to myself, the more confused I got. The following Saturday afternoon, after she had left for her school, I even drove there so as to check if her car was in the parking lot. It was there. 

I then drove to an electronic store and bought telephone wire and a flashing light telephone. It took me only an hour to install an extension telephone line from the basement phone entrance to my office with the wire passing through the garage. 

Whenever someone would be on the line in the house, the light would flash but the bell of my telephone wouldn't ring since I disconnected it. I hid the phone in a drawer of my desk that I locked it. So whenever the house line was in use, I would see the red light flashing on the phone in the drawer of my desk. 

Since Laura came in my office often to clean or just to have a chat with me, I didn't want her to hear the house phone ringing and thus know that I had installed an extension line in my office.

It was Sunday evening the very next day about eight. I had been working in my office for just over ten minutes – I had left the drawer containing the house extension phone open – when I noticed the light flashing. I immediately picked up the phone and listened. It was Tom all right and Laura had been the one to call him. They talked about school matters for a few minutes then all of a sudden Tom asked her if she was sorry about what had happened on Saturday, the previous day.

"I think that letting you kiss me was wrong," she went on to say, " we are both married and even if it was only a little kissing, we shouldn't have done it Tom".

"But I know that you did enjoy it as much as I did Laura. We are both adult, it made me feel like a teen once again and beside I have been wanting to kiss you ever since the first day I met you."

Laura began to laugh at his comment and I could tell that she was not angry with him, far from it she was sending him all the signals of a woman who wanted more, much more.

"You are being naughty Tom, what would Ruth say if she knew that you kissed me? We were half an hour late again going home, she must have asked you to explain?"

" No, she was not mad at me for being late. She will never find out about me and you kissing, it is our secret now. Beside, Ruth and I we do kiss often but our love life is so much different than what you would expected from a married couple of two years."

"What do you mean by that Tom?"

"Well I know it is hard to believe but I don't think that Ruth will ever be able to have a baby. As you already know she is just a little over five-foot tall, her body is almost that of child. Since I am so tall and... large, I have to be careful when I try to make love to her, she claim that it hurt her. As a matter of fact we have never made love properly yet."

"You are joking are you? "

"I wish I was Laura but it is the truth. I am exceptionally large down there and with Ruth being so small...well you can imagine how it is I suppose. I bet you and Jack don't have this problem."

There was a long pause as neither of them talked for many seconds. I could hear Laura's fast breathing and she sounded kind of exited. Finally she did asked him.

"Are you so big down there Tom? How big are you?"

I was shocked and getting angrier by the minute. Here was my wife talking on the phone to a married man and asking him about the size of his cock.

"Well to be frank with you, I am above average in that department. But I bet it would fit nicely in you Laura."

Had he been standing in front of me, I am sure that I would have hit him. How dare of him to even make such a remark to my wife? I came very close then to reply to him and at the same time to make a fool of myself.

"Tom Higgin, don't make joke like that." She was faking anger and I could tell, it barely lasted a few seconds as she went on. " Imagine what each of our spouse would say if they heard you talk like that." But she was now laughing and I knew that her reaction would only encourage him to continue with this kind of talk.

"Well you did ask me how big I was Laura. But to tell you the truth, when I was attending university, a bunch of guys had a party once. Since we were more than half drunk we did measure our...equipment down there and believe it or not mine was nine and a half inches long at the time and I do believe that since then it got even bigger still. I had by far the longest and fattest... one of the group even then."

Again there was a long pause on the phone and finally Laura change the subject and they began to talk about school matters once again.

That evening while in bed, Laura was wild; she even asked me what was the size of my cock. I knew that she was trying to figure out if I was smaller than average, after all I was the only one she had ever seen or touch down there. I know that with my seven inches, I am about average and this is exactly what I told her. 

We ended up fucking once again that evening. But I could tell that the seeds of curiosity had begun to grow in her mind, I was now afraid that this curiosity might lead her to investigate more about that matter. To make things worst, I just didn't know how to prevent her from asking herself questions such as, 'how would it feel to experiment a bigger cock? Would it stretch me or would it fit perfectly?'

From that day on I became very worried and I suppose it did show a little. My wife even made that remark once as she asked me if something was wrong. How could I tell her that I had heard her talking to Tom on the phone? I was pretty sure now that it was be only a question of time before she cheated on me with him and I didn't know what to do. One thing I knew though, I was deeply in love with my wife and I didn't want to loose her. But at the same time I certainly didn't want to be a cuckold. I couldn't do much work that week and as Saturday got nearer I felt worst.

She left for school at a quarter past one on Saturday afternoon. As soon as she was out of the house I got into my car and drove to her school. I was so close behind her that I even saw her entering the building. There were many other cars in the parking lot since it was Saturday, there were many sport activities going on outside as well as in the gym. I managed to park my SUV at the other end of the parking lot and still have a view of her green Toyota as well as that of the main door of the school. 

Less than fifteen minutes later I saw her walk out of the school accompanied by Tom. They got into his car and they drove away. I followed them and I soon found myself on a small country road leading toward the lake. After a couple miles on that road they turned into the driveway of a small wooden cottage which I figured must have belong to Tom. 

He was certainly not taking her there to prepare classes, no they were going there to fuck. I drove past the cottage a few times and I finally stopped half a mile further. My dinner was now trying to come out of my stomach and I had to throw up outside before I made a mess in the SUV. It is impossible to describe what I felt then. It was as if my whole world had been shattered; it felt like I was at the end of my existence. 

Laura was my whole life, my only reason of living and now she was with another man probably fucking him. I won't say that I didn't shed a few tears that afternoon because I did. I realized that I didn't own her or her body but it devastated me to think that she would allow another man to take her sexually when she had promised herself to me on our wedding day. I did take that promise seriously and I thought until then that she did also.

When you discover what I had just found out, it does makes you question your whole value system and you ask yourself it you have been a fool your whole life to believe in fidelity and love and all that goes with it. No matter what anyone says, the most damaging aspect of a cheating partner isn't that they had sex with someone else. 

It is rather that you no longer can believe in them or in anything they say or do. You have no more trust in them. Throughout your whole marriage you thought you were first in their life and now it leave you vulnerable and frightened.

For a few seconds I felt an urge to get out of the car and walk to the cottage so as to see exactly what they were doing through one of the many windows I had seen while driving by. But I suppose I already knew the answer and seeing my wife naked under another man would have been too much for me. So instead, I just slowly drove back home as I once again passed in front of the small wooden cottage where she was with Tom. I knew that I had to think carefully about my next course of action but I was too much in pain at that moment to plan anything.

When Laura walked into the house around five, it was easy to tell that she had been doing something she shouldn't have done. For one thing it was evident that she had some trouble walking normally since she took only short and slow steps. She was also extremely nervous and more important still; she just couldn't look at me in the eyes as I sat around the kitchen table observing her. 

Even while she was preparing supper – I didn't feel like eating out that day – she kept dropping things. When I tried to make casual conversation with her, I had to repeat myself often and her answers to some of my questions had no relation to the question I had asked her. It was easy to tell that she had important things on her mind at that moment. After a while I just gave up and went to sit in the living room while she continued with the supper preparation.

As soon as we were done eating and the dishes were put away, she went upstairs and took a shower. Gradually, during the evening, she became her usual self again and we watched a movie together. 

For a while I was tempted to tell her that I knew where and what she had done in the afternoon but I figured that I had to think carefully about what I should say or do. In my mind I killed Tom a dozen times that while sitting next to her and I also imagining myself beating the shit out of Laura, but I knew that this was not a solution to our problem. 

It would makes this situation infinitely worst. Without even knowing it then, I had probably made up my mind that I was going to work thing out with her and try to save my marriage if at all possible.

That evening Laura initiated sex with me and she was unstoppable in bed. I knew that she felt bad about her cheating on me during the afternoon and she was trying to make it up to me with sex. 

But I also noticed, when I first got into her, that she was extremely stretched, I hardly could feel any friction around my hardness when I poked my seven inches cock into her. A very big cock had definitely stretched her passage that afternoon – thus making me a cuckold – and I only hoped that it would contract back to its pre-cheating size after a while.

Life went on and Laura kept fucking with Tom every Saturday afternoon. I never could find the courage to confront her about her cheating, worst still I didn't try to prevent her from meeting him again each and every Saturday afternoon.

I know that most people would say that I am a wimp and a coward for tolerating a wife that cheat on me. But I knew that if I was to let her know that I was aware of her affair with Tom, there was no way to predict how things were going to turn out. 

I really loved Laura and I was not ready for a divorce yet. I truly believed that her affair with Tom would eventually burn itself off and gradually things would be as they were before. Of course I was sad most of the time and I could tell that she was worried about me. I suppose she truly thought that I was completely ignorant of her affair and she couldn't understand why I was in such a low mood. This went on all through the winter and until the end of June. Then one evening she dropped a bombshell on me. 

Throughout the previous years we had often discussed about starting a family, she was always the one that wanted to wait a little longer. So on that infamous evening while we were sitting on the couch in front of the television she suddenly said to me.

"I have a surprise for you honey." Her body was pressed against mine as we sat on the couch in front of the television; she was holding one of my hands with both of hers. 

For a few seconds my heart stopped beating since I really thought that she was going to admit her affair with Tom.

"What is it?" I suppose she mistook the look of shock on my face for fear or even anger.

"You will be so happy Jack when you hear what I have to tell you. I did something that will please you. For the last two months I have stopped taking my pills and I am pregnant now."

Saying this she threw her arms around my neck and she kissed me, before I had a chance to say anything she had my cock out of my pants and she took it in her mouth. I must tell you here that Laura gives fantastic head, her deep throat technique is just about out of this world. 

Before I could process in my mind what she had just said to me, I was in the grip on intense pleasure. Even after I had spilled my wad into her mouth, she just kept on sucking me until I was in the grip of pleasure once again fifteen minutes later. 




An Eye for an Eye



Saturday afternoon was her last time to meet Tom before the beginning of the summer vacation and I finally made up my mind that I was going to have a talk with her as soon as she got back home. I wanted to catch her off guard when she came back from her session of fucking.

As soon as she entered the house at five, she kissed me and said that she would go change into jeans before cooking supper. She had left the house wearing a short skirt and a blouse immediately after dinner and I knew that right now she was in a hurry to take a shower so as to remove some of the traces from her leaking cunt. As soon as she began climbing the stairs to our room I began to follow her. When she noticed that I was behind her in the room she became very nervous and she asked me if there was something wrong.

"Yes indeed my dear, something is very wrong. Sit on the bed and we will have a talk."

"What is it Jack? You look so serious, it scare me to see you with that look in your eyes."

In all evidence it was plain to me that she still really believed that I was completely ignorant of her affair with Tom. After the first few times that she had met him at his cottage, she soon became very confident with her affair and all traces of guilt that she had felt at the beginning were completely gone by now. I am sure that I took her completely by surprise on that day.

"You can bet your butt something is very wrong. As a matter of fact our marriage depend on what is about happen here in this room right now."

The look on her face was astounding. Her facial expression went from one of relaxation to one of shock in the time frame of a few seconds. I could tell that she had never expected me to talk to her like I just did. I then saw the seed of fear appear on her pretty face.

I was now sitting next to her on the bed and all of a sudden I place my hand on her knee and slowly began moving my hand under her short denim skirt. Her hands immediately went over mine so as to try to prevent me from reaching higher up her thigh.

"Wait Jack, give me a minute I will take a shower then we can make love. I did perspired a lot while changing the decorations from the classroom this afternoon."

Her lips were trembling now and her facial complexion had gone from a healthy pink a few seconds earlier to a scary white now as the blood drained from her face.

"Either you let me feel your cunt right now or you can pack your things and leave. I want to see your cunt now, before you take a shower."

Even as I watched, I saw the tears forming in her eyes as she opened and closed her mouth a few tune trying to say something but words wouldn't come out. The pressure she exerted on my hand became even more intense as I continue to stare in her ash-white face. I could tell that she was going to resist me. In the six year that we had been married she had never once tried to stop me from touching her cunt, I think her reaction even surprised herself.

"But...I...I... Wait Jack please, it will only take a minute."

I could tell that she was very close to a fit of crying now. At that moment I wanted to hug her so much and to kiss her lips, but at the same time I knew that in her eyes it would only indicate weakness from my part.

"Laura, think very carefully about what you are going to do now. If you want to remain my wife and continue to live with me, you will let me feel your cunt now. If I leave this room without examining your cunt we are finish as a couple. Make up your mind this minute."

Her tears were falling freely now. I suppose that by now it had finally sunk in into her mind that I knew something about her cheating. As she began sobbing freely, I gradually felt the pressure decrease on my hand and she finally removed her hand completely thus leaving me access to her cunt.

Right away I took the opportunity to slowly slide it higher up her thigh until I felt the edge of her panties, then I shoved my hand over the crotch of her panties.

What a mess, the crotch over her cunt was all soaked and slippery. I then made her lie on her back on the bed while both of her legs were hanging down over the edge. I then I proceeded to lift her skirt around her waist. 

She was wearing sexy, laced, light blue panties that I had never seen before, but what attracted my attention the most was the large spot of shinny wetness over the front part. It was quite evident that she had been fucked and her cunt had leaked some of the evidence unto her panties.

With her upper body lying on her back she was crying out of control now while hiding her face with both of her hands. When I stood up so as to pull down her panties I realized that I had an erection and I did manage to hide it from her. The sight of the cunt of my wife very full from another man's cum was exiting me and this made me mad at myself. I knew that I should be disgusted and angry but certainly not exited. 

I had trouble pulling her panties as she refused to lift her bottom from the bed, so I just grip the material over the elastic band and gave a sharp pull. Her panties just ripped off. 

Then I saw thick, white jism leaking from between her cunt lips; I certainly was not the one that had put it there. For a long time I just stood there between her legs listening to her crying while my eyes focussed on the strange spectacle of her oozing cunt. 

"Who have you been fucking behind my back Laura?"

"Oh . . . God . . . honey. I am . . . so very sorry. Will you ever forgive me, I don't love him, it was only . . . sex with him. There is no love involved. It is you only that I love Jack please believe me. This mean nothing."

She went into a fit of crying and moaning again as my eyes continued to examine her leaking cunt staining the bedspread. What a strange situation I was telling myself. Here was my wife crying her heart out while trying to convince me that she love only me while at the same time the evidence of her cheating slowly leaking out of her.

"We have to talk, you have a lot of explaining to do Laura. You must tell me everything and all the truth. I want to know who he is and how long this has been going on. Most important still, I want to know if he is the father of the child you are now carrying?"

The instant that I mentioned the child that she was carrying, she started to sob even louder. I couldn't get a word out of her for the next fifteen minutes. Her crying and mumbling were constantly interrupted by fit of moaning.

At last I went to the bathroom and I got a wet towel which I place on her forehead after wiping her face with it. I then made her sit on the side of the bed, but when she tried to lower her skirt so as to cover her cheating cunt I prevented her from doing so. I knew that the spilling evidence from her cunt was making her feel very cheap, the fact that she knew that I was looking at it most of the time was making things that much difficult for her. I sat next to her on the bed and continued to ask her questions.

"Who is he Laura?"

"He . . . is . . . Tom Higgin."

"How long has this been going on. Don't lie to me because if I find out you did then we are finish you and I."

She looked at me with pleading eyes. I could see the tears and pain in them but I had to make her tell me even though I already knew the answer. Her telling me the details of her affair was one way for me to make her feel bad about her cheating and even though I certainly didn't want to hurt her physically I wanted to cause her pain just like she had done to me.

"It began . . . a while back hon. It mean nothing, it's just something that happened. There was no love involved at all."

"When did it begin. When did he first fuck you?"

"It was the beginning of. . . November."

"And today is the end of June. You have been fucking him for eight months now and you are three month pregnant. Is he the father of the baby that you are carrying? Tell me I want to know now?"

Crying, more crying. Moaning, mumbling, tears and excuses telling me how sorry she was. But finally she did answer me.

"I don't know Jack. It could be either him or you, I just don't know."

Well that was it. I didn't know either and he certainly didn't know and Laura was also uncertain as to who could be the father of the child she was carrying, I felt cheated and very angry with her. But I still loved her and wanted to stay married to her but at the same time I wanted her to suffer for cheating on me.

"Well I want you to tell me how it all began and I want all the details then I will decide what I will do. You must tell me everything do you understand? I will not accept any deviation from the truth." 

"Jack, I love you so much! This had nothing to do with you, with us. Please try to understand this was something that just happened. These are events that are outside of our marriage and have nothing to do with you or my love for you."

"That makes no sense, Laura. How can your cheating on me and cuckolding me, not have a thing to do with me"

"That was something that just happened, Jack. One day I found out that I had this tremendous urge to...to try his...large size . . . It has nothing to do with the way I feel toward you, with my love for you!"

I sat there looking at her, how beautiful she was and how sexy she looked even now with her cunt so exposed with her oozing infidelity so evident.

"Well . . .Wife . . .Tell me why one day you felt that you had to try his cock. Did it warranted breaking your wedding vows to me? Did he force you to have sex with him?"

"No! Oh no, he didn't force me Jack. He is not like that at all. What he did was only because he wanted to satisfy my curiosity. I knew that he had a very big . . . thing, I wanted to know how it would fell in me. I am the one that initiated it all Jack."

"So you begged him to fuck you. How did it feel Laura to be stuff with his oversize cock? Was it good? Did you enjoy it? Tell me I do want to know."

I knew I was pushing her, she was getting close to another fit of crying. But I had to know.

"It... It was different. I must admit Jack that I did enjoy it. I could actually fell it touching me in places that had never been touched before inside me. The sex was great Jack but there was no love at all, you are the only one that I will ever love."

The more she described her cheating with Tom the easier it became for her to tell me the things she had done with him. I learned that she had suck his cock each time they met on Saturdays and that they fucked in all possible positions. After their third or fourth meetings he even managed to fuck her in her rear hole with his extra-large cock. 

In between fucks, while they rested, they also spent a lot of time talking. During these pauses he explained to her what exactly he was able to do with his wife. He had never managed to push more than half of his cock into her cunt since it caused her too much pain but he did fuck her in the ass without causing her any discomfort. He fucked her cunt about once every two weeks and even then, he said that she would walk with much difficulty the following day.

When I asked her how many times they fucked when they met each Saturdays, she said that he usually came three times and they would fuck for three hours with only a few breaks to clean themselves and rest.

"Why do you make it such an important issue Jack? I told you there was no love between Tom and me, it was only pure sex, you are the only one I will ever love Jack."

"Tell me Laura, how would you react if I was the one cheating on you with another woman? Even if I told you when I came back home to you, that I didn't love this woman. How would you react?"

I could tell that she didn't like hearing what I had just said. She shook her head in negation half a dozen times while looking at me with pleading eyes. When she tried to say something, words wouldn't come out of her mouth.

"Well Laura you can now understand how I feel about your cheating. After that first time with him, which you say was initiated by curiosity from your part, you casually gave yourself away to him again and again. How many dozens of time did you fuck him after that first time?"

"Will you ever forgive me Jake. I promise you that I will never talk to him again. I will even go and teach in another school in September, as for the baby, I will go see a doctor and if it's not too late to have an abortion, I will have one."

"No! Definitely not! The baby could be mind and I don't want you to have an abortion and even so, you are over three months into your pregnancy Laura, it is much too late for that now. As for teaching in an other school, it wouldn't change anything since you and Tom were not fucking in the school building, what would prevent you from meeting him again at his cottage, even if you were teaching in another school?"

She seemed desperate now as she looked at me with pleading eyes as tears dripped along both cheeks. She began to sob again. 

"Please Jack, tell me that you won't leave me. I will die if you do. Say it please"

"Laura listen carefully. You have been cheating on me for many months now; you made me a cuckold. To make matters worst, there is a good chance that you are carrying this man's child as we speak this very minute. I want revenge, not necessary against you because I still love you too much to hurt you physically, but I want my pound of flesh from Tom."

"But I told you it was as much my fault as it was his. He wouldn't do anything willingly to damage my marriage, he is not like that at all believe me."

"Well, if he was too honorable to ask you to break your marriage vows, why did you volunteer to do it and cheat on me?"

"I already told you honey, he is not to blame. At first it was only curiosity from my part, had I known then that I was going to cause you so much pain, I certainly would never have started this. I had no intention to hurt you Jack."

"Don't worry, my revenge will cause you pain also, not physical pain at least, but you will not like what I plan to do. I will hurt Tom in the same way that he hurt me. I will make a cuckold out of him. I will impregnate his wife just like he did to mine. An eye for an eye it is the only way I will ever get over your infidelity."

"NO! NO! Please don't say that Jack. It will kill me if you do that. I will do anything for you Jack. We can move to another town and I swear to you that I will never talk to him again for as long as I live. I will insist that the doctor abort the baby."

Laura's body was trembling with emotions now, her head shaking her disapproval of Jack's intentions. She seemed to have shrunken in on herself, her shoulders hunched down, her elbows clasped inside her knees, her face buried in her hands, her hair falling over her face.

The long, long moments crept on; Jack was sitting silently, brooding beside her, his wife now devastated next to him. With the window blind pulled almost all the way down, the room was in the half darkness and the only sounds were those coming from the outside world; a world where the neighborhood was enjoying a quiet, sunny Saturday late afternoon. Not a sound was heard coming from inside the bedroom other than Laura's crying.

"Listen to me Laura and listen carefully. If you ever have an abortion then we are finish as a couple, I will never forgive you. That baby could be mine and I want it. If you want us to remain together you will accept what I intend to do and you will also help me do it. Then there is something else that you must do. You must swear to me that you will never under any circumstance, tell Tom that I am aware of your affair with him. I certainly don't want him to know that I have accepted you cheating with him. These are the conditions that I set for us to remain together, if you refuse to accept them then we will start the divorce procedures on Monday."

Laura was more than willing to accept all of my conditions. I could even detect a certain relief on her face and a ray of hope in her eyes. I knew that she probably figured that as time went on she would try to make me change my mind about impregnating Tom's wife.

"Now let us go and eat out, it is too late to cook supper and we will talk no more of this for today."

My wife wanted to take a shower before we went out to eat, but I insisted that she simply put on a pair of panties under the skirt she was wearing and comes dressed as she was. I knew that her cunt was going to leak as we ate, it was going to be a reminder of her infidelity. Even though I had no intention of talking anymore of her affair for now, I wanted her to be reminded about it so that she would feel bad about what she had done to our marriage.

Life went on after than black Saturday and of course she no longer met Tom. I didn't dare make too much of a fuss about her cheating after than day since I was afraid that it could affect her condition. 

But once in a while I did talk to her about it and I gradually learned that she must have enjoyed his large cock a lot judging by her reference to the great pleasure that she did derived from it. 

I do believe that her lack of experience with others men before we met was also responsible for letting Tom fuck her. I was the only one she ever made love with before meeting Tom and from her own words she wanted 'to know what it would feel like to do it with someone else'. The more we talked about it, the easier it seemed to be for Laura to describe to me what she had done with Tom. 

Of course she also would constantly swear to me then that she will never do anything like that again and that she loved me more than life itself. She always referred to the baby that she was carrying as 'our baby', I suppose that she wanted me to accept that as a fact. I had already made up my mind that I would do exactly that and I promised myself to do, I was never going to test the baby so as to see who the father really was if she accepted my conditions. No, I was going to raise it as my child and never question that fact.

By the time she began teaching again after her two months vacations in September, she was over five months into her pregnancy and her bulging belly was quite evident now.

She gave birth to a baby girl in mid January. I know that I could have gotten a swaps of saliva from the baby's mouth and from mine so as to find out if I really was the father, but I promised myself never to do that. Deep in my mind I wanted the child to be mine. I was going to raise her as my daughter and give her all of my love.

After the birth of our daughter, Laura didn't go back to teaching until the following September, Kim – that was the name that we gave to our daughter – was almost nine months old now. 

So far I hadn't talk to my wife about my plan to seek revenge on Tom by cuckolding him and I now figured that it was time to discuss this with her. One day just a week before she began teaching again in early September, I reminded her of the conditions that I had set on her for my not divorcing her. Getting Tom's wife pregnant with my baby was one of them. I suppose that by now Laura must have thought that I had given up of my revenge. She was extremely disappointed when I brought back this matter to her.

It was eight in the evening then and she had just put Kim to bed for the night. We were both sitting on the couch in front of the television.

"Laura there is something that we have to discuss now."

She looked at me with pleading eyes for a few seconds; she then turned her head away from me and bent her head down looking at the floor. I could tell that all of a sudden she became very nervous. I even detected a trace of fear in her eyes as she looked away from me. But I didn't let that stop me.

"You must admit that I have been very lenient with the way I have dealt with your affair with Tom. I know also that you remember that I did set a few conditions for our staying together after what you have done."




An Eye for an Eye



She had tears in her eyes now and I could see her lips trembling. I paused for a few seconds so as to give her time to absorb what I had just said, but before I could continue she cut me off in with tears and sobs as she began to mumble.

"Jack ... please! I have never been with Tom since . . . then; I don't even talk to him in school. Let us forget this whole thing, we are so happy now with Kim, why change things?"

"No way dear. I have a score to settle with him, remember. One of the conditions for our remaining together was that I was going to cuckold him and impregnate his wife, do you recall. I still want this and it will happen. If you help me, every thing will be easier for both of us but if you try to stop me, then you know what will happen."

I had made it perfectly clear to her when she admitted cuckolding me over a year ago. If she should ever back down on any of the conditions that I then set on her for our remaining together, I was going to get a DNA test done on Kim and on myself. If it turned out that I was not her biological father then I was going to divorce her and sue Tom, thus ruining his marriage as well as his career as a teacher. 

On the other hand if the tests confirmed that I was Kim biological father, I was still going to divorce her and fight for the right to have the guard of my child and at the same time I was going to reveal her affair with Tom. It was a no win situation for her and she knew it. Her best option was to cooperate and help me cuckolding him.

Finally, after much discussion and pleading from her part, we came to an understanding. She was going to start talking to Tom again in school and also get to know his wife so that I could get to meet her. 

Of course I knew that there was a real danger than she could become intimate with him again, but I was willing to take than risk and accept the consequences. By now it was well over a year that she had last fucked Tom and it was time for me to work of my revenge on him. 

I could tell – judging by the way she always insisted when we made love that I should shove many fingers into her cunt – that she did miss the pleasure that his large cock had been giving her when she was having sex with him. Strangely enough, I didn't feel jealous at all. 

It was not that I loved her any less, but in my mind it was as if the fact that he had already fuck her many times made it more acceptable to me. It would have really bothered me if I had learned that she was seeing another man, I am sure that I would have left her immediately then. Anyway I was only looking for a way to even the score; I no longer hated him.

So Laura began to talk to Tom again in school, I went so far as suggesting that she meet him again in his cottage on Saturdays. At first she was horror stricken by my suggestion but I could tell after a few weeks of my discretely letting her know that now that she had already fucked him it would no longer be such a big deal as long as no one was to find out about it. 

Did she have sex again with him again? I am sure that she did judging by the changes that I noticed in her. She was much more enthusiasm in going to work each morning after a while, then at home she once again had this 'joie de vivre' that she exhibited when she was seeing him before Kim was born. Then each time she would arrive home on Saturday late in the afternoon, she would enter the house and hurry up to her room to take a shower and change clothing. 

I never bothered to ask her if she was with him or not then since there seemed to be an unspoken agreement between us that I wouldn't ask her questions about her activities of her Saturday afternoon. But I did get to meet him after a few months and the four of us began to eat out together almost every Saturday evening after that.

The first time that I met Tom's wife, Ruth, I was impressed. She was indeed a petite woman with short black hair. She looked more like Tom's daughter than his wife. She was just barely over five feet tall with a very beautiful and child-like face. Her large green eyes seemed to smile all the time and behind her sensual lips she had perfectly white and even teeth that she exposed all the time when she smiled. I knew that it was going to give me a great deal of pleasure fucking her. 

I was looking for a reason to have more contact with her and the opportunity occurred when the babysitter that took care of our daughter Kim, told us one day that she and her husband were moving to Vancouver. I already knew that Ruth didn't have a job and she loved children. 

So without even talking to Laura about it, I phone Ruth one day and I asked her if she was willing to take care of our daughter while my wife was working. Of course she was very interested and after talking to her husband about it, she phone my wife the next day and she made the arrangement with her to start watching over Kim the following Monday.

Laura was shocked when she learned that I had taken the initiative of hiring her without even talking to her about it.

"Jack why did you do that? We should have discussed this matter first. Ruth seemed very surprise when she learned that I was not even aware that you had offered the job to her."

I could tell that my wife was not in favor of having Tom's wife taking care of Kim. She had probably trying to delay the inevitable for as long as she could. 

"Now you listen to me, I do hope that you do remember the conditions that I set on our remaining married. In case that you have forgotten, let me remind you that one of them is that I have to get Tom's wife pregnant. So what better opportunity for me to do this if I can bring Kim to her house every morning and then go pick her up in the afternoon?"

Laura started crying and she ran to her room. When she came out an hour later I had a long talk with her. She finally agree that she would not try to stop me from doing what I felt I had to do so that we could go on with our lives together.

After than day there was no more discussion with Laura about my determination to get Ruth into the family way. I suppose she simply accepted the fact that it was going to happen and she must have figured that it would be best for both of us if she just simply pretended that it was not going to happen. 

As soon as Laura left for school each morning I would start getting Kim ready so that she could stay with Ruth until four when I would pick her up. 

Laura continued to 'work' in school every Saturday afternoon. I know that she did go to Tom's cottage on these occasions since I checked on her a couple of times and I was able to see her get into Tom's car just a few minutes after she got to school. She was fucking him again but the sex I had with her was fantastic when we made love on Saturday evening and also during the week. She became very devoted to me and I knew that while she and I were making love, she was simply fucking Tom for the pleasure that his extra-large cock gave her.

Gradually I began to spend more and more time with Ruth when I went to her house to drop Kim. At first I could tell that she was not at ease with my remaining in her house for fifteen minutes to talk with her, but as the days went by, it became evident to me that she was enjoying our daily talk. Soon I would remain in her house talking with her for an hour or more and gradually she began telling me about her problem with Tom. One day she declared to me that she probably would never be able to have a baby of her own.

"Why is that Ruth? You are a healthy woman and there is nothing wrong with Tom that I know of, so why are you so sure of that?

"It's not a problem with our health Jack. It is rather a problem of size."

Of course I knew exactly what she met but I pretended otherwise. I wanted her to talk about her and Tom's sex organs so that we would become more at ease with each other with this line of talk.

"I really don't see what you mean Ruth. I know that Tom is much taller than you but surely that shouldn't be a problem with your getting pregnant."

She looked at me straight in the eyes for a while then she went on to tell me exactly why there was a problem.

"You see, Tom has a very large penis. To make things worst, I am much tighter than average down there, so I think that you can imagine the problem that we have. Every time that we try to make love it is very painful for me and . . . well we just don't do it that way."

I pretended to sympathize with her as I took her hand in mine pressing it within both of mine.

"I am so sorry Ruth. It must be terrible for you with your having to take care of my baby daughter and having no hope of ever having a child of your own. But you are aware that there are other methods of impregnating you, why don't you try them?"

"I know there are other means, but they are all expensive. With Tom's salary it is not enough, that is why I decided to take care of your daughter, I put all that I earn aside until I will have enough for Invitro fertilization."

She had tears in her eyes now and it was a simple matter for me to pulled her head against my chess and let her cry out as I gently rubbed the back of her head. As the days and weeks went by, Ruth and I became very good friends and I learned that her husband Tom often talked about my wife. She was even afraid that he was falling in love with her. I also learned that most Saturdays afternoon he went to his school to work on his class preparations and he would come home just a few minutes before supper. Of course I didn't tell her that Laura did the same thing and that they were then fucking at the cottage.

The more I talked with Ruth, the more I liked her. She did a lot of reading and was well informed about politic. I could tell also by the way she took care of Kim that she loved children, so one day in November I made my move on her.

She had just put Kim to bed for her morning sleep and I was still there in her house sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee that she had made for me. As she came out of the room where Kim was sleeping, I asked her to come and sit in front of me at the table.

"Listen Ruth, we have been friends for many months now and as you probably can tell I feel very at ease talking with you, if I am not wrong I think that you also enjoy talking with me."

She had that look of surprise on her face and she was getting a little nervous as she sat there in front of me. But I went on.

"I know that you would love dearly to have a child of your own and by what you told me it seem that Tom will never be able to impregnate you. I have a suggestion to make, you can accept it or reject it, but after I make this proposal to you I do want us to remain friends whatever you decide."

Saying this I reached for one of her hands and held it tightly between my two open hands.

"You don't have to make up your mind today but I do want you to think about what I am about to propose to you." 

I paused for many seconds as we both looked at each other in the eyes. I think that at that moment she was starting to figure out what I was going to tell her.

"I think that I am falling in love with you and there is nothing that would please me more than to make you pregnant with our child. Before you answer let me tell you that Tom never need to know about the paternity of your baby and if it is your wish I will stop making love to you the instant you discover that you are pregnant. My penis is a lot smaller than Tom's and I know that we will have no problem with this."

Again I pause so as to let my proposal sink into her brain. I was a little worried at this point since she had that strange look on her face; I could even detect fear in her expression. 

"Jack . . . I . . . But we are both married. This could ruined both of our marriages."

"No one has to know Ruth except you and me. We both know that this is you only chance of being a mother and your getting pregnant with have the opposite effect on your marriage. It will probably save it."

I almost could see the wheels turning inside her head as she continued to look at me with that serious expression. Still pressing her hand in-between mine, I got up and I stood next to her as she sat there looking at the top of the table now. I knew that this was the break or win moment now and I made my move. Holding to her hand with my left hand I place my right hand on the back of her neck and I began to stroke her soft skin just below her hairline at the back. She never tried to stop me and I knew that I had won. 

We made love on the couch that day. When I first press her naked breasts in my hands it was a great shock to me. I had expected them to be very small but to my great surprise and joy, I discovered a pair of tits that were extremely firms and very proportional to her small frame. These were the breasts of a woman and not of a young girl. Later I had no problem whatsoever entering her tight hole, judging by her reaction as I pumped her love cavern that first time, I could tell that she was experiencing a lot of pleasure from my normal size cock. 

From that day on it became a regular exercise for us. We fucked almost every day and two months after initiating sex with her she became pregnant. 

Of course Tom – believing that he was the father – was overjoyed about her condition and the four of us were now two happy married couples each with a family to raise. Nine months later Ruth gave birth to a healthy baby girl. My intention now is to get both Laura and Ruth pregnant at the same time.



An Eye For an Eye.



Many thanks to Renee and Kent for their editing of this story.

*

I'm Glen Caballo. I live in a small Scandinavian town and when this story begins, I had a good job as production engineer at a local branch of a big international company. Caballo is Spanish for horse. It was my great grandfather who took that name while he was an actor and found out that his real name, Ericsson, was too common to be remembered by the public. He thought that a Spanish horse name was much better for his profession.

I met Caroline Stilman at a friend's wedding. Nothing happened there but I got her phone number and she got mine. To my great surprise she rang me a week later and invited me to dinner at her place. I accepted and went with a bottle of wine and big red rose. 

Her place was in a good order, her cooking was great and we had very good time. In fact, such a good time together in her bed that I even got breakfast before going home in the morning. To my great pleasure, she even sucked me hard again immediately after our first fuck. That was a surprise because in my old fashioned Scandinavian town it is very unusual that girls suck cocks on a first date. 

Of course I was happy I met such a sexy girl and why I continued dating her and getting more great sex. After a few further dates, Caroline told me that she was in love with me and demanded me to be honest and tell her about my feelings for her. I looked straight into her eyes and told her the truth. I was in love with her too.

After just four months we agreed to live together in my house. A house I been able to buy thanks to a little money from Lotto I had won. I had been lucky enough to increase that ten times during the IT boom at the stock market. I had sold out everything when they were on top and invested all of it and then used that as down payment for a nice house. 

After moving in together, Caroline suggested a great wedding at the ten month anniversary of our first date. That was okay with me. I even accepted her demands about separate bank accounts and let her print out very detailed conditions about who should pay what. Though it looked a bit weird, I accepted her suggestions mostly because that got my house protected as private property if we went separate ways. 

Some small warning bells were ringing during our time together right after she moved in to my house. I was an average guy and not a skilled Casanova and that's why I had some doubts. I was concerned that if a guy like me could get laid by her after the first dinner date, what could a real skilled womanizer get Caroline to do. This is especially true if he met her on his natural hunting grounds such as conferences, company parties or girls nights out?

Of course, I never suspected anything had happened and soon the warning bells switched off because Caroline and I were having a good relationship. In fact, it was much better than what many of our friends had. Caroline and I promised to keep our family out of problems and for every divorce we witnessed among our friends, we even got closer. Caroline got pregnant and we had our daughter Alice.

However, nobody is hundred percent perfect forever and that's why we got into our first serious family problem; after eight years and seven months together. Just as in many other relationships, it was economic matters what got Caroline and me on the warpath. 

Our problems began when the company where I worked moved all its production and most of the local administration to Portugal. My job and more than six hundred other jobs were lost forever in our town. Of course it was impossible to find so many new jobs in a short time in a small Scandinavian town like ours. The first three months as unemployed, I got my salary from the company as usual. But after that it became hard because now I only had my limited savings and the small monthly payments from my unemployment insurance.

It was hard times but I kept it rolling on. Caroline paid her expenses exactly due to our agreement and to my surprise she did not offer or showed any intentions of helping me by taking an increased share of our family expenses. 

Then one terrible month shit hit the fan. We had with several unexpected problems. An expensive service for my car, both fridge and the dishwasher broke down and had to be replaced, and a high bill from my dentist. Then, worst of all, Caroline and I had agreed go to an expensive show one weekend at our capital city along with Melanie and Tom, old friends of Caroline.

Without talking with me, Tom had bought tickets, express-train tickets and booked rooms at a five star hotel to the four of us. I knew for sure that my economy was down to zero and even a small loan from my relatives would be necessary for paying all my bills. I had no interest of using any loan to go to a five star hotel and a damn show. Neither did I want to use any part of my last reserve, shares in a profitable company, that I intended to save for more important matters if my house got in a real trouble. For very simple reasons, I had no options and couldn't afford going to that show. 

I told Caroline that I couldn't afford that trip and why we had to skip it. She got furious and shouted, "Never in hell. Not my problem if you can't afford to go and have to stay home. But I'm want to see that show and I'm going with Melanie and Tom, that's for sure."

I had expected Caroline to offer me some economic assistance to solving my problem for the weekend trip but as she didn't make any attempts or volunteer to do that so I decided to swallow my pride and ask her.

"You know how much I have to pay this month for all those unexpected expenses, but if you really want me to come with you to the show, could you please pay my share of the trip and I will pay some equal trip for you when I get a job again?" I asked her.

Her chilly reply really surprised me, "I expected you to flip out, that's why I've already talked with Tom and he promised to sell your ticket to somebody else."

"So you are going to the show without me rather than staying at home with me or caring to help me when I have this temporary economic problem? We've turned to a very nice couple, haven't we?"

"Tom says that you have still time until tomorrow to find the money, I'm sure you can fix it some way if you really want to come with me." Caroline said with a chilly voice.

"Okay, I got the message that you don't care a shit about me any longer. I'll take that as your final decision about you and me not doing anything together any longer. The time has come to get our damn problems solved once for all." I said and rushed out to my car and went off. She ran after me screaming something that I didn't hear. 

Some distance from my house I parked the car and tried to calm down and think about the situation. Caroline and I had been living together for little more than nine years, we had a child together and we had plans about getting married in a big wedding at our tenth anniversary together. Everything had been fine with Caroline and me as long as I had my well paying job with a good life. Probably a bit too good a life because my savings ought to have been much higher to help get past unexpected hard times such as the present.

What hit me hardest was that now when I had some temporary economic problems, it was obvious I wasn't worth a shit in Caroline's opinion. No doubt that she nowadays only regarded me as a poor bastard who would cause economic problems for her. Even her interest in our sex life had suffered from the present situation. To my own surprise it took me only a few minutes to decide what I ought to do to fix Caroline's and my problems. 

I went to see Melanie and Tom. They seemed a bit surprised to see me, so after some polite small talk I went straight to my errand and told Tom, "I can't afford to pay the tickets and Caroline refuses to help me to do that so I'm coming to you about that weekend trip. I'm going to skip both the weekend trip and dump the greedy bitch that's living in my house. However, she is coming with you but without me. By the way, she even told me you had already fixed her up with some stud as 'replacement' for me. Who is he?"

Melanie said, "Caroline has plenty money and I can't understand why she is doing that to you. I'm sorry that we are not able to help you in this matter because even we have many unexpected expenses after moving to this new house. Tom's old friend, Michael Gillman, has promised to buy your share and join us."

I shouted, "That damn whoremonger is courting Caroline and will have a night in a hotel room with her after some dining and lots of wine. Does Caroline know who is replacing me?"

"Yes and it was okay with her." Said Tom.

"Who suggested that horny pussy hound to be Caroline's escort? Isn't he married?" That was my next question.

"He is a good guy who's got an unfair reputation. I met him by coincidence, he agreed to buy your tickets tomorrow if you hadn't done that until then and Caroline accepted." Explained Tom.

"I've lost a job but not my pride. You can bet that my economic problem is only a temporary matter and I can promise you that our nine years together with that now shameless slut Caroline will get a final solution this very evening. She can have her damn big wedding but it will be without me. Be sure about that." I told them with a loud voice and saw in their faces that they had not expected me to react as hard as I did.

Tom understood my anger and did attempt to calm me down by saying, "No, no, it's not what you think. Michael and I are sharing a room and the girls in the other room, that's the agreement. You can trust my word that nothing nasty will happen with Caroline and Michael." 

"Do you two really regard me as an idiot who will believe such damn crap talk? Do you believe that a skilled pussy hound like Michael Gillman would miss such a great opportunity to fuck Caroline. She is pissed at me because I have economic problems and that's why she prefers to go there with him. But I can promise you that I don't give a shit if my ex slut Caroline fucks him. She can even get further customers from the nearby whore street. I think it's high time to call Michael's wife for a friendly chat." I said before asking if they still had any cardboard boxes left from their moving to their new house.

Melanie said, "Please calm down, it is not as bad as it sounds. Tom and I can swear and promise you that Caroline will not do anything stupid. Why do you need the boxes?"

"Michael Gillman's fuck slut shall get out of my house. If I would accept her fucking for a night with a whoremonger without throwing her out from my house, I would be a real laughing stock among all my friends. Never in the hell, never. Can I store her belongings in your garage while you are away on the trip? Otherwise they will be stored on your lawn." I asked

Melanie objected loudly to my intentions to kick Caroline from my house but Tom gave me ten folded cardboard boxes and a spare key to their garage. I got a feeling that he really enjoyed the situation.

I knew that Caroline got a phone call with a report about my plans as soon as I left Melanie and Tom and expected a furious Caroline to be meeting me at the door. Instead I found her crying at the kitchen table.

As soon as she saw me she began sobbing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me for being stupid and egoistic. I'm truly ashamed about what I said before you left. Please forgive me. Of course I understand your problems and of course we are a family that shall fix everything together. I've already told Melanie that we are going together on that trip and there are no need for her to worry about any payment. Tom must been stupid when he offered your ticket to Michael but please believe me that he wasn't my choice. Melanie and Tom didn't tell me who wanted to buy your ticket. Please believe me and forgive me."

I replied, "Tom told me a quite different story about the damn ticket. Feel free go to your damn show with that gigolo as you really want to do, but you must be an incredible naive bitch if you are thinking that you, after a few drinks, can share a bed with one of the most successful pussy hounds in our town during a whole night without be seduced to having sex. Please save me from hearing further silly crap and lies because I don't give a shit about what you are doing any longer. Enough is enough and I've got enough crap from you and can't take any further."

Now she began crying loudly and sobbed after a while, "Please forgive me for everything what I've said and done in this matter. I love you, only you and please come with me to that show, but if you don't go, I don't go."

"Hell no, I wont go to either to that damn show nor anywhere else together with your damn, so called friends, and I don't give a damn shit any longer where you are going nor with what horny whoremonger. You really wanted to humiliate me among all my friends and acquaintances by spending a night with Michael Gillman. As I told Melanie and Tom, 'I've lost a job but not my pride'. Why in the hell are you still sharing my bed if you don't care a damn shit about me and my feelings any longer?" 

Caroline skipped the trip and stayed at home with me. But it was a chilly weekend although she did her best to cheer me up. 

Later it came to my attention that Michael Gillman had bragged to his friends that his old pal Tom, had fixed him up with a great married pussy. They were going to stay at a nice hotel during a weekend trip when his wife was away at a spa. Afterwards, when his friends teased him to be a dreamer because the married woman didn't go and he went there with his brother instead, he got angry. Rumors said that Michael then promised his friends that he would get the last laugh and fuck that married pussy some other time instead. 

When I told Caroline about Michael's bragging and promises she got a good laugh and promised me that it wouldn't happen, at least not before Sahara desert turned to a swamp.

I calmed down after while but I still had serious doubts about Caroline's love. She did plead with me to give her a second chance. To my surprise she even, without any arguing, accepted my condition that Melanie and Tom should never be invited to our home and certainly not invited to our wedding and wedding reception.

Less than a month after our arguing about the show trip, I got a new well-paid job and Caroline celebrated it by inviting me to romantic weekend trip to Paris. On good reason, she paid for everything; flights, hotel and a great show at the Moulin Rouge. We had a good and very romantic time along with great sex. Caroline pretended to be a French girl and did a lot of what they are famous for. Great trip indeed, but I had begin to get a feeling that our relationship would never be back to the level it had before the cancelled weekend trip with Melanie and Tom. 

Right I was about that matter and only a month later Caroline gave me the next surprise. 

On Saturday morning she told me that Melanie and she had agreed to go shopping in our county capital. It's about 80 kilometers from our town and she needed our car to that trip, it would be without children. That surprised me and I asked, "Why without children this time? Melanie and you are always going shopping with children and I'm sure that Alice needs something?"

"Because Melanie will be buying a birthday present for Tom and we are even going too many fashion shops during the busy day. It would be too boring for the kids."

Our car was in fact, my car because I paid for it, when I asked, "Why my car? Both Melanie and Tom have cars, why should I pay Melanie's expenses for getting a present for her damn creepy husband. The man who did his best to set up you with his pal Michael Gillman?"

"Because Melanie's car is out of order and Tom had some important errands to do today and don't worry for the gasoline, we shall pay for it." She said with a snooty voice.

She was slightly better dressed than usually for a shopping trip and had even little more make up than usual. That, together with my car for Melanie's shopping, gave me a strange feeling that something could be wrong. When Caroline went to the bathroom before leaving, I got the idea for a simple trick and switched off the ring signal on Caroline's cell phone.

Following Caroline to the door I noted that she was wearing high heels. No sane woman would wear high heels during a day in an old town center with lot of cobblestones. I gave her a hug and said, "I've got a strong feeling that something you intend to do today is really silly and wrong. I can't stop you from going to where you intend to go but please don't put our wedding in jeopardy by dating Michael Gillman today."

She got ashen gray and left without any further comment. I checked out Tom on the web and found out that his 38th birthday was 71 days ahead. Hardly any reason for a big celebration with valuable presents I thought. 

Living in a small town means many advantages but even some disadvantages. Even average people can know a lot about each other and there are even those whose main interest is to know a lot about friends and acquaintances. After the cancelled weekend trip, I began to use all available sources to find out something about Melanie, Tom and Michael. But not Caroline, because a spouse was a limit even I understood.

I knew that Michael Gillman had had his driving license cancelled three months for speeding. Then I had even got some useful nasty gossip about Melanie that I didn't intend to spread unless Tom and she tried to ruin my relationship with Caroline. 

About twenty minutes after Caroline had left, I pretended that couldn't find Alice's favorite clothes that she wanted to wear to a birthday party later that day and called Melanie on her cell-phone. 

She replied immediately. To my surprise I could hear her daughter and Tom arguing in the background for a few seconds and it was obvious that she rushed into another room and closed the door behind her. Now I understood that something was really wrong and Melanie wasn't in the car because I couldn't hear Caroline's favorite music from the car stereo.

It was obvious that Melanie and Caroline weren't together. However, I pretended that everything was okay and said, "Caroline's cell phone seems to be out of order for some reason, would you please give your phone to her for a few seconds because I have a very important matter to ask her about?"

"Sorry, but at this very moment we are at a gas station because Caroline got some problem with her belly and needed to go to the ladies room, but I'll tell her to call you as soon as she's back again" Melanie told me with a slightly worried voice.

No doubt that Caroline was alone or together with somebody else doing something I wasn't supposed to know and Melanie was at her home acting as back up for her. But the switched off cell phone had created an unexpected problem for them. It wasn't necessary to be any Einstein to guess what Caroline was into. A bet on Michael Gillman would be a low odds game.

 What could Melanie do? Call Caroline without getting a reply. If Caroline was with Michael, and Melanie didn't knew his number it would take her some time get his number from Tom and call Michael, but it would be some problem for Caroline to call me in a reasonable time. 

Melanie did a good job, because eight minutes later Caroline called me. After we had cleared up my main reason to call her I said, "Please give the phone to Melanie because I have some important things to say about Tom's gift."

Now Caroline sounded worried when she said, "She in the ladies room at the gas station, I'll ask you to call her when she is back."

"What the hell are you really doing, have you set up a camp at a damn gas station just out of the town. Aren't you going to the county capital for shopping or have you other plans?"




An Eye For an Eye.



Caroline switched off the call and Melanie called me five minutes later. I told her, "It is obvious that Caroline and you are not together. Where in the hell is she? I can bet that you are at home and she is at some shabby hotel fucking that damn whoremonger Michael Gillman at this very moment. If you are together with her, please give your phone to her for a few seconds. Otherwise it is no doubt I'm right."

Melanie's short reply was, "Go to hell."

I didn't go there that but I called her husband Tom. "Melanie confessed that she is a back-up for Caroline who pretends to be shopping with her, but I can bet that Caroline is with Michael Gillman at this very moment. It is high time for you to skip all bullshit and tell me the whole truth."

"Tom replied, "Cool down man, why should I care a shit about what your slut is doing?"

"Because I do care about your slut wife. Ask her why Anders Jantén is bragging that he got her virgin ass two years ago at their Union Conference trip at that famous spa on the west coast?"

Tom and I had not been friends since my cancelled weekend trip and had not even talked since then. He had tried to set up Caroline with his friend Michael and he was involved in Caroline's doings at the present time. In my opinion he couldn't blame me for telling him the truth about his wife, though he refused to tell me the truth about my spouse. 

Ten minutes later a furious Melanie called me and accused me for destroying her happy marriage. I told her that the only thing I had done was to get even because she had assisted Caroline in canceling my planned wedding. If she had immediately told me about Caroline and Michael during my first call to her, she had still been a happy wife. 

Then she shouted, "Go to hell and take your damn slut and bastard child with you."

That line hit me hard. Really hard, indeed 

I called Caroline's cell phone and now she took the call. I asked her, "Melanie just rang me and said that Alice is a bastard child. Is that correct?"

She must gotten a shock, because she screamed, "Why did she say that to you?"

"Because Michael Gillman and you have fucked up even her marriage, I presume. Why don't you ask her?"

A call to Michael Gillman's wife gave me his cell phone number and the information that he was playing golf. I rang the mentioned number and when Michael replied I told him, "Caroline Stilman's spouse is searching for you with a shotgun."

Those two calls ought to calm down the two lovebirds for a while.

I found a private laboratory on the web and did order a DNA Test kit.

Caroline returned back home less than a half hour later and shouted at me, "Have you gone totally mad for threatening Michael Gillman with shotgun and accusing both Melanie and me of cheating. 

I told her, "Shotgun? What shotgun? I've never owned any shotgun. Tom teased me for living together with a cheating slut. He didn't care a shit about our relationship when he accepted that his own slut wife would be a back up for you in your cheating today. He had to pay just as some Holy men say, 'an eye for eye, a tooth for a tooth'. Don't blame me; even I'm a victim in this damn crap." 

Michael Gillman's wife got very angry when I old her I knew about Caroline and her husband. She said that Michael had had several chances and now it would be an end for him.

Then our neighbor, Dan Olson who is some kind of section boss at local police, rang our doorbell and asked if he could come in for a small talk? I had no objections and we sat down at the kitchen table.

He asked me if I been out for hunting and I told him the truth that I had been baby sitter at home the whole morning because Caroline had our car for a shopping trip with her friend Melanie Lindén. Then I said the truth again that hunting wasn't my game and I had never owned any weapon and didn't have any plans for purchasing any either. 

He said he had gotten some wrong information but we could go hunting together now and then if I would be interested. After some small talk with Caroline and Alice he left.

It was obvious that my call to Michael Gillman had scared the shit out of him and gotten him to call the police. Dan should have been clever enough to do a discrete checking instead of sending the 'whole cavalry'.

Caroline continued nagging about why I had told Tom about Melanie's one time fling with Anders Jantén. I caught her attention and said, "You ignored my warning about your date with Michael Gillman though you knew it would terminate our relationship. The only possible thing I can say to you is: Many thanks for all the good times we shared together during our nine years and I'm sorry that you ended it in this dirty way. You can live in the spare room until you'll find an own apartment somewhere and feel free to fuck that rabbit Gillman as much as you want, but not in this house."

She had not expected that from me and began to cry and rushed to the bedroom. After a while when she calmed dawn a little she came back and sobbed, "You can't do that to me. Please believe me because the truth is that I've never had any sex with him nor anybody else than you since we met. You're overreacting without any reason to do that."

"Sorry Caroline, but I can't marry or live together with a woman I can't trust. You lied to me about your shopping with Melanie and went straight to pick up Michael Gillman in my car after I had warned you of the consequences. Both Melanie and Tom have confessed that you dated him today. Why in the hell do you keep lying about it to me?" I asked her.

Still sobbing she replied, "Please believe me, Michael is only a friend and yes, I met him today but I have never had sex with him. That's for sure."

"Maybe not but only because I put a stop to the two of your attempts is all. The show trip with him was almost too weird to be a serious attempt but today you had everything much better planned. Your minor mistakes got me convinced that shopping was not included in your intentions for the day. But the old saying says 'the third attempt will get it'. Therefore it is high time to skip this relationship before you get any chance to get it happening." I told her.

"Please don't do that to me. I have never cheated on you and promise to be your faithful wife if you will give me a chance to show that." Caroline said.

I replied, "I've regretted several times that we didn't split up when you intended going to that damn show and spending a night at a hotel with Michael Gillman. You used my temporary lack out of money as an excuse for going with him and wanted to do that for economic reasons. If you had wanted to do s, you could have afforded pay for that trip for at least a hundred people without any problem. But you refused to assist the man who you claim to want to marry, although he begged you for help with his temporary problem. I gave you a second chance even though your show trip intentions with Michael still hurts but the mess with him today was the last straw on the camel's back. I'm probably not even the father of Alice." 

"I'm still ashamed and sorry about my actions during the time you were unemployed and I've never complained because you refused to go that show. You are my only love since we met and of course Alice is your daughter."

"A woman who loves her boyfriend and fiancé would never lie to him and book dates at two hotels with a pussy hound like Michael Gillman. Things you've done behind my back."

"What about our wedding? Don't you care about what we have agreed to do? I've already booked many things," She exclaimed

"Michael Gillman will probably be dumped by his wife so you can feel free to marry him instead of me." I told her.

Caroline had fucked up our big wedding plans that we had planned for our 10-year anniversary. She had already booked the church, a Rolls Royce and a very popular Inn for the reception. 

It was one of worst days in my life and I felt like pile of crap. My decision was made and no third chance would be given, Caroline's and my split-up was irrevocable and nothing could stop it.

So this ended a once in a life-time happy family relationship. I will never deny that it felt like hell. Caroline was a beautiful girl with many good qualities and that's why I would miss her very much but I couldn't take her cheating attempts. I knew that lot of people would regard me as an asshole for not forgiving Caroline for her failed naive attempts with Michael Gillman. But I had already forgiven her intentions for going with Michael for the weekend trip what since then had remained as a wedge between us.

A few days later Caroline confessed what she had done with Michael Gillman and I had been right about him. He had worked hard on her and sent a big bunch of roses to her job with a card saying he was sorry if his interest for the weekend trip had caused her any problems. A week after that he had invited her for lunch. After that they had lunch together once or twice a week. 

Of course, the lunches had began as innocent meetings with pleasant small talk but their feelings for each other had slowly increased to some kind of sexual desire they couldn't deny or stop. One problem had been Michael's cancelled driving license and that's why it was up to Caroline to fix the car. Michael had booked room at a small hotel he had used before. 

Caroline said she had begun to regret the whole thing already at our door when I warned her for a cancelled wedding if she dated Michael Gillman. She had told him that I suspected her for cheating with him and wanted to cancel the whole thing but Michael, who already paid for the room, had persuaded her to go on. She did. The room wasn't ready when they came to the hotel, so they went to a café where they got a call from a worried Melanie who suggested her to skip it. 

When Caroline called me and I asked her to give the phone to Melanie, she had began to fear the worst and when she rang Melanie for to get her to call me, Melanie had shouted to her, "Skip the damn fucking date and go home before it is too late". She wanted to do that but Michael had refused to go so they had began arguing until Melanie called again and told her that I had found out exactly what Caroline was doing . 

A furious Michael began to understand that all his plans about sex were fading away. Now even Caroline had lost her temper and told him she regretted as hell to have accepted that damn date with a high risk for canceling her wedding and relationship with me. Then a totally mad Melanie rang again and screamed about me crushing her marriage. My last call, with questions about if Alice was a bastard child, had caused her screaming in despair and began running to get the car. Then Michael got a call with a warning about me hunting for him with a shotgun. That call had turned him into a wreck and he didn't dare to get back home with Caroline in her car so he took a taxi. Now, a crying Caroline said that she would never in her remaining lifetime be able to understand why she didn't stop her stupid date when she still could saved her wedding and future together with me and Alice as a family. 

Then the shit really hit the fan when I got results of the DNA test that said that "A" and "B" were not relatives, but "A" and "C" were. In other words, Caroline is Alice's mother but I'm not her father. Now I found it best to connect a lawyer before taking it with Caroline. 

Now when the game was over, a shameful Caroline preferred to confess to me at home rather than at the court about how she came to be pregnant and who did it. She was off the pill when we doing our best to get her pregnant. During that time she had been at a conference and after a jolly party she had spent a night together with a Niclas Albertson, a handsome married man with three children. 

Neither Caroline nor I had ever suspected that I wasn't the father of Alice. My lawyer began the long legal process to get Niclas Albertson to pay my money back and take over the payments until Alice got 18 or 25 if she went for higher education.

A shared custody for Alice was out of question but Caroline and I agreed that she could see me as much as she wanted and keep her room at my house. I wasn't her real dad but I was the only dad she knew and I would always be there for her. It wasn't Alice's fault that her mom had cheated me.

Tom had taken Melanie's cheating with hard feelings, very hard indeed. After Melanie's confession he had gone straight to Anders Jantén and beat the crap out of him; sending him to the hospital for a week. Because Tom's vengeance was witnessed by Jantén's wife and his two children it would be very difficult for Tom to avoid spending a few months in jail

Caroline earned a new nickname, "Divorce Queen" because her failed attempts of cheating on me with Michael Gillman caused five divorces, what at least, in our town, was the best-known top score for a failed cheating group. All these people split up: Melanie and Tom, Alice's father Niclas Albertson and his wife, Melanie's conference lover Anders Jantén and his wife, Michael Gillman and his wife and of course, Caroline and me. 

I suppose that it will be a rotten time for all involved though time will probably, sooner or later, heal the wounds for all us. After all, nowadays we are not alone with such experiences, far from that because almost half of the population has been through divorce. 

My family had no winner but three losers and I was very sorry about the problems we had caused for Alice, who continued to spend more time with me at her old home than in Caroline's new apartment. She paid a high price for what Caroline had done. As far as I was told, Caroline was still hoping that I would forgive her and take her back. I myself didn't feel well after all the crap I've been involved in a such a short time; losing my job, economic problems, Caroline's cheating attempts, parting from her and the worst of all, to be thrown in my face that I wasn't the father of my daughter. 

Though I'm getting some invitations from interested females, I have not dated any girl yet, probably because I'm still mourning my lost family that hurts like hell. Through lot of thinking, I still can't understand how Caroline could be so eager to get a fucking date with a such pussy hound as Michael Gillman. That she, even after my serious warnings, didn't hesitate to risk and dump our wedding and everything we had together. One of the strange mysteries in this sad story is that now, when both Caroline and Michael are free and living by their own, they have lost all interest for each other and have not dated at all. The only sure thing I know is that though Caroline Stilman is a lovely girl, she will never be my loving wife.



An Eye For An Eye



Author's Note: I know, haven't been around in awhile. Let's just say my offline life has been crazy busy and leave it at that. :) 

Anyway, while this is a Halloween story, it's not part of the Literotica Halloween contest. This story was published here a few years ago for that contest and I didn't think it would be fair to submit the same story a second time. Thought I'd put it up this time, just for kicks. And just to let people know I'm still around. :)

Hope you enjoy it and have a safe and happy Halloween!

* * * *

"Halloween is tomorrow, Steve. It's been a year, you gotta get over this," his ex sister told him as they sat outside Starbucks. It was an unusually warm day for late October.

"I won't ever get over this, Marie. It's my fault Diane is dead. If I would've just listened to the cops, she'd be here now."

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you, it's not your fault." Marie took another sip of her Pumpkin Spice Latte. Her thoughts drifted back to the day, nearly a year ago when her younger sister's life was snuffed out before her time.

* * * *

"I can't believe I won the costume contest, Steve!" Diane's excitement filled the car while they drove home from her company's annual Halloween party.

"Baby, you had the best costume there. I knew you'd win as soon as we walked in." Leaning over, he stole a kiss from kiss his wife while they were stopped at a light.

Steve took his foot off the break slowly, pressing it down on the gas pedal when the light turned green. He coasted through the intersection then began to pick up speed once more.

"Marie looked pretty good as a female pirate."

"Yeah, but nobody could top a zombie bride, sweetheart. Everyone loved your costume."

"I think I'm gonna put the five hundred I won in the bank. We're all caught up on our bills. We can save it for when we need it."

"Do whatever you want to with it, Diane. It's your money. I think you should splurge and buy the laptop computer you've been wanting."

"Well, maybe—" Diane trailed off, looking out the window as they drew closer to their home.

When Steve turned onto their street, they both saw several police cars with their flashers going. The closer they came, the better they could see. It was a shock when they realized the cop cars were parked in front of their house! Steve rolled down his window cautiously when he approached his driveway. He motioned for one of the officers and offered his ID, which was quickly returned.

"What's going on?" Taking his ID back, he waited for the officer's response.

"It seems someone broke into your house, Mr. Anderson." 

"Okay, but what's with all the cop cars—and the ambulance?" Steve watched the ambulance drive slowly past and pull up into the driveway.

"One of your neighbors saw what was going on and when he went to investigate, he was shot by the intruder." 

"Who?" Diane leaned over her husband to join in the conversation.

"Roy Barker." The officer squatted down to be level with her.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Steve's concern was apparent. 

"Yeah, we think so."

"Oh my God! This is terrible, Steve." 

Steve turned and laid a comforting hand on his wife's shoulder. He spoke to the officer without looking away from her.

"Officer, can we go inside yet?" 

"Not at this time, sir. The intruder got away and we believe he's still in the area. The risk of him coming back and harming you or your wife is very high."

"So what are we supposed to do?" Diane looked at the officer with tears in her eyes.

"Is there anywhere you can go ma'am? Family perhaps?" 

"I suppose we could give my sister a call." Diane pulled her cell phone out of her purse.

Steve spoke with the officer for a few more minutes then handed him a card with his cell phone number on it. 

"You'll let us know when it's safe to return?" 

The officer nodded before Steve put the car in gear and headed toward his sister's house, unaware of the fact they'd never actually make it there.

"Marie said she could put us up in the guest room, Steve." Diane slipped her phone back into her purse and leaned back against the headrest. 

"That's wonderful, sweetheart, but what about clothes? We're going to look awful funny wearing our Halloween costumes to work tomorrow. Not that my beautiful wife doesn't look fetching in her zombie bride costume." He leaned over and pretended to nibble on her ear.

Giggling, she slapped at him. "Isn't Wal-Mart in Howell open twenty-four hours?" 

"Yeah." Steve had a pout on his face, making it clear she'd disrupted his fun.

"Then we can grab something there since it's on the way."

"Okay. But I'm gonna hit Burger King first though, I'm starving. Does my sexy 'zombie' want anything?"

"A Diet Coke is enough, I'm not near as hungry as my hunky firefighter is."

It was fairly late in the evening and with the long line at the drive-thru, Steve decided to go inside. It looked relatively deserted.

"I'll be right back." After giving her a quick kiss, he exited the car, leaving the engine running.

"Okay."

She laid her head back on her seat and closed her eyes, tired from the long day and the excitement of the Halloween party. A few minutes later, she heard the door open but didn't open her eyes. Holding her hand out to him for her drink, she expected to feel the cold surface of her drink.

"Where's my Diet Coke?" 

When Steve didn't answer her and the car began to move, Diane opened her eyes. She opened her mouth to protest when a man wearing the popular Scream mask revealed a large gun. Handling the car and gun with ease, he barked out a warning.

"Just keep your pretty mouth shut and you won't get hurt." 

"Who are you? Where's my husband?" Diane struggled to open the passenger door. 

"No! You ain't going anywhere, bitch!" Cursing, the man grabbed her arm as she was about to jump from the car.

"Let me go!" 

Her scream filled the interior the car. Hitting and clawing at him, she froze when he shoved the gun against her temple. With a shake of his head, he adjusted the mask she'd nearly knocked off his face. 

"Shut up! Just shut your damned mouth!" He sped down the road, one hand on the wheel, the other keeping his gun pressed against her.

"What do you want from me?" Tears slid down her face, ruining the carefully applied Halloween makeup.

"I want you to shut up and quit your damned blubbering." 

* * * * "It's a dark gray 2005 Dodge Intrepid, Officer. License number 8CGX49." Steve pressed the phone tightly against his ear and listened to the clack of keys on the other end.

"How long did you leave the vehicle unattended, sir?"

"I was only gone for five minutes. I stopped to get some food for me and a soda for my wife. When I came out, my car and my wife were gone."

"I need to place you on hold for a moment, sir."

"Hurry it up, man! My wife is in that car!" Steve knew he was being short with the man but fear was eating at him. He needed his wife back, now. The "muzak" played in his ear. He drummed his fingers on the top of the trashcan and cursed the delay. With a click in his ear, another voice came through the phone.

"Sir, this is Detective John Starlington. The dispatcher said you don't have a description of the suspect?" 

"No!" Steve's shout drew stares from an elderly couple who were exiting their car to come inside the restaurant. "I already told him when I came out, my car and my wife were gone!" 

"Sir, calm down, please. I know this is frustrating and you fear for your wife but I need you calm if we're going to help her."

Steve closed his eyes and listened to the officer. Saving Diane was the most important thing, not yelling at an officer for doing his job.

"I'm sorry, Officer Starlington."

"I have the information you gave the dispatcher. Your name is Steven Anderson?" 

"Yes."

"All right, Mr Anderson, we've dispatched officers and they're already en route to your location."

"Thank you! I hope you've got someone out looking for my car."

"Yes sir, we have officers in the area and they've been informed of the situation. With the recent attack at your home, we're concerned it might be the same person who broke into your house."

* * * * Pulling into the driveway of what looked to be an abandoned mobile home, the man motioned for Diane to get out of the car. She stumbled out of the car, and stared at the broken windows and unkept yard. Her captor reached in the pocket of his jacket and pulled out his cell phone. 

Keeping the gun pointed at Diane, he dialed quickly and brought the phone to his ear. "Yeah, I'm here." There was a long pause as he listened to the person on the other end. "Will do." He flipped the phone closed and put it back in his pocket. "Let's go." Pressing the gun to the small of her back, he gave her a shove. "Don't try anything funny. I won't hesitate to shoot you."

Diane turned her head slightly, trying to get a good look at him, but he pushed the gun further into her back.

"Eyes ahead and keep walkin'."

She stumbled when she reached the steps. A cry escaped her when he reached down and pulled her up by her hair. The air was driven out of her when he pushed her up the steps and she slammed her into the side of the trailer.

"Damn klutz." 

With the voice no longer muffled, Diane figured he'd removed the mask and that was the reason why he didn't want her looking at him.

"What do you want?" The need to understand why she'd been taken built inside her.

"Your husband has something that belongs to a—colleague—and he wants it back." 

The man slipped a key in the knob and turned. "I'm sure you're the one thing he'd be willing to give it up for. We're going to make a trade. So if you do everything you're told, you'll go home unharmed."

Diane wondered exactly what it was her husband had. She didn't know what he was talking about. As far as she knew Steve wouldn't have anything that would get them into this kind of trouble. Keeping her body turned from the man, she slid her hand inside her purse slowly, intent on finding her cell phone. She could dial 911 and hope they traced the call.

"Ah, ah, ah." The man knocked her hand away and took her purse from her. He tossed it out the door. "You didn't think I'd make it that easy, did you?"

Between the darkness of the mobile home and a hood pulled over his head, the man's face was concealed. She situated herself on an old lumpy sofa. She tried to get a better look at him, only to have him turn away from her and head to what Diane thought was the kitchen.

There was only one small lamp on an end table next to the sofa, but as soon as the she turned it on, the light burned out. She cursed. The brief flare of light had only shown bare floors and no other furniture. The musty smell in the air was overwhelming and she knew if she made a run for it, the sagging parts of the floor would more than likely cause her to trip on her costume.

She tried another angle when her captor returned. "Look, I'm sure if you tell my husband what he has of yours, he'll gladly give it to you. There was no need to kidnap me."

"Don't you think we already tried that, lady? He refused to give it up."

"What is it you want from him?"

"He witnessed something he shouldn't have and taped it. All we want is the tape, but he refused to cooperate; now we've given him an ultimatum."

"Which is?" She swallowed as the knot of fear tightened in her stomach.

"Isn't it obvious? In exchange for the tape, we let you go unharmed. If he refuses, you die."

* * * *

"So you're telling me you've been getting threatening phone calls and you never reported them, Mr. Anderson?" The officer looked up from the tablet he'd been writing on. 

"Yeah, I assumed it was just someone playing a joke. Until they told me they'd killed the woman who they'd raped in the alley, then I remembered the video I had taken of the incident." 

"Why didn't you turn the video in immediately?"

"I did. I even got a nice note from a detective telling me the quality of the video off my phone was so bad it was inadmissible and they couldn't use it. When I got the first call, I explained I couldn't give them what I didn't have. I never dreamed they'd kidnap my wife." His shoulders slumped.

"Do you still have the video on your phone?" 

Steve shook his head. "But I do have it at home on my hard drive. I sent it to myself as an attachment to a text message."

"With any luck we can ID the suspects off of it and find your wife before they hurt her." The officer snapped shut his notebook. "Come over here and pull up your email. You can access it from there, I assume?"

He nodded. After pulling up the attachment on the sergeant's desktop, he stepped back. The sarge hit a few keys to send it down to the lab for analysis.

"In the mean time, what do I do?"

"You do nothing, let us handle this. Go to your sister's and we'll contact you when we hear anything."

"I can't sit around and do nothing. This is my wife we're talking about here. There's no telling what they'll do to her. I don't know if I can live with myself if they've already hurt her in some way." 

"You can't think like that, Mr Anderson. Why don't we go grab a cup of coffee?"

Steve nodded. On their way back from the small break room with their cups, another officer stopped them.

"Hey, Sarge, Jennings got a couple of good screen captures from the video, he's running the images through the computer right now." 

"Thanks, Boyd, let me know when he's got a positive ID." The sergeant turned to Steve, smiling before he spoke. "See? A break already. Why don't you head to your sister's? Quite frankly, you look like you need a hot shower and sleep."

Steve nodded his head at the sergeant. He gave the impression he was going home when he really wasn't. He was going to borrow Marie's car and find his wife. He refused to spend even a single night without her. The only crinkle in his plan was where to start looking.

* * * *

After he told Marie what was going on and the lack of progress by the police, she willingly offered the use of her car. At first she wanted to go, but Steve asked her to stay near the phone in case the captors called. He'd had the phone company forward all calls to her number. Aside from that, he didn't want to worry about both her and Diane. 

He made a quick stop at Wal-Mart to pick himself up a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, tossing his firefighter costume in the back seat. He drove back in the direction of the Burger King where his car was stolen from, and went from there. He questioned people inside, asking if they'd noticed anything suspicious from earlier. When he struck out there, he followed the route back toward Marie's house.

He stood next to Marie's car in the parking lot of the only gas station between his house and hers. He'd shown a photo of Diane to the woman behind the counter and she said she didn't recognize her, but she did mention seeing someone driving a gray Intrepid wearing a mask pass by as she was pulling into work a few hours earlier. 

She told him the direction the car was headed and Steve got into the car and headed in that direction. He drove for what seemed like an eternity when in reality it was only about half an hour. He saw his own car in the driveway of an old run down mobile home. Parking about a hundred yards away, he cut off the engine and headed toward the trailer on foot.

He knew he could access the video from any computer and use it as a bargaining tool to get his wife back unharmed. He just didn't plan on telling Diane's captors the police had already seen it and were closing in on finding out who they were.

* * * *

"You just won't shut up will you?" Diane's captor pushed her back against the couch.She struggled and pushed at him when he pulled her to her feet and set her down harshly in a small wooden chair he must have found in the kitchen. He pointed the gun at her again. It had the desired effect; she stopped struggling and let him wrap her hands in duct tape behind the chair. After wrapping both ankles to the legs of the chair, he stood up and covered her mouth. Diane's heart beat furiously in her chest. 

The man's hood had fallen off and she got a good look at his face. His eyes were a steely gray and he had three scars down his left cheek, looking like someone had dug their nails into his face. His teeth were yellow and rotting and his breath smelled horrendous. He was a hulking man, standing probably around six foot three with a stocky build. If she'd been afraid before, she was now petrified. Somehow she didn't think he was going to let her walk away after seeing his face.

"That oughta keep you quiet." He tossed the tape on the couch and dragged the chair into the kitchen. "If you're husband's a smart guy, he'll come through and I'll let you go." He took a seat at the small table in the kitchen.

Diane struggled with her bindings, wincing at the pain they caused when she tried to pull her hands loose. She knew it was useless to try and escape. Even if she could get loose, this maniac would probably kill her before she had a chance to get out the door. She figured it would just be best to sit and wait for help to arrive, which she hoped would be soon.

She turned her head in the direction of the small window in the kitchen when she thought she heard a noise outside. Her captor must have also heard because he stood with his gun drawn and looked out the same window. When he saw nothing, he sat back down at the table, setting the gun beside him, but keeping his hand resting on the handle.

Diane looked again after the man sat down and saw Steve peeking in the window. He made a shushing gesture with his finger and she glanced in the direction of the front door, indicating he could slip in there unnoticed.

Steve took his wife's cue and walked slowly up the dilapidated steps to the door, pausing and taking a deep breath before he put his hand on the knob and turned it slowly. The man left it unlocked and Steve pushed the door open, stopping cold when the door made a loud creaking sound in the quiet of the night.

"What the fuck? I knew I heard something!" The man rose to his feet and rushed to the door when heard it open. He saw Steve peek around the door and kicked it closed, sending Steve tumbling down the stairs.

"Asshole!" The curse reverberated through the night air. 

"Let her go and I'll give you what you want." Steve pulled himself up off the ground, not bothering to brush off the dirt from his pants.

"You had your chance for that, shithead. It's not gonna be so easy now."

"If you just come with me, I'll get the video for you." Steve stepped on the first step then stopped when the man pointed his gun at him.

"Not yet. Before we go and get the video I'm going to have some fun first. I bet the only way you can shut her up is by gagging her with your cock. I think I'll try it. I deserve a reward for listening to her yap."

"I'll kill you if you lay a hand on her!" Running up the stairs and tackling the man to the floor, Steve vented his fury. The gun fell from the man's hand while they wrestled and Steve grabbed it, only to be nailed in the crotch. Curling up as agony washed over him, Steve was vaguely aware the other man retrieved his gun.

The man pointed it at him before grabbing Steve's collar and dragging him into the kitchen. Diane watched with horror while the scene unfolded before her eyes.

"Now you get to watch your wife wrap those pretty little lips around my cock, asshole." 

The man pulled the tape off her mouth before grabbing a fist full of her hair with his free hand. He laughed when she cried out in pain. "You make another sound and I'll blow your head off, bitch. You got me?"

Diane nodded with tears in her eyes, glancing at Steve who was still reeling from the pain in his groin. He was curled up on the floor beside her, his eyes closed, holding his crotch. As the pain subsided, Steve pulled himself to his feet then lunged for the man, only to be met with the barrel of his pistol again. 




An Eye for an Eye



I stopped. My heightened senses working overtime, listening, smelling, my eyes peering into the darkness checking for anything that could spell danger. I knew this room as well as I did my own, I knew every stick of furniture in it as well as my own. I had spent hours studying the floor plan of this room, watching a 'fly around' video of this room until I had committed this room to memory. It was my job to learn as much as I could about my target and where he lived before I went in and got the information vital to the next phase of the operation, which was illegal, the information gained could not be used in court, but then a court was the last place that it would be used, that had been tried in the past and failed.

I was on one knee and slowly 'scanned' the spaces, searching for a threat, was it my imagination, or had I heard the soft breathing of someone in the large bed, hopefully asleep, I'd have to risk waking her, I knew that it wasn't the man in question, it couldn't have been, because I had seen him not more than half an hour ago and there was no way that he was going to be in that bed and that quiet. I raised myself into a crouching stance and moved silently to the door at the other side of the next room which would lead me to my target, the room that was the centre of his world, the room from which he controlled his empire, the room that I had to penetrate if I was to succeed with my mission, my mission to bring him down.

My gloved hand reached for the door handle, I held it for several seconds before slowly turning it the quarter turn necessary to open it. I felt the tongue of the lock slide into the door frame and free the door. Slowly I began to open it, not expecting any alarm to activate because I had disabled the alarm system before I entered the house, but you can't be certain that there wasn't a secondary system in place to protect such an important room. So far so good, the door moved silently open and I eased myself into the room, closing the door behind me, placing a wedge under the door to, if not prevent, at least slow down, any person trying to enter while I was inside.

Moving around the periphery of the room to avoid the motion sensors that I knew covered the area just inside the door, these I knew were on a back-up battery and remained active even if there was a power outage. I reached the bookcase that concealed my goal, the safe that contained the access codes to his computer system. He didn't trust the on-line storage systems that so many men in his world were encouraged to use, fearing that, despite assurances that it could never happen, someone would hack into such a cloud based system and he'd lose everything. For someone with his taste in books, the least likely was the one that hid his safe. I placed my finger on the top of the spine of a leather bound copy of the 'Complete Works of William Shakespeare' and pulled it toward me. There was the quietest of 'clicks' as the lock was released and the panel swung open. I shone my small LED torch on the combination keypad and punched in the pin number followed by the 'A' key and the green light shone, telling me that it was open.

Reaching in I removed the small black book that contained his codes and replaced it with an identical one that I had in my pocket, one that was identical in all but one important aspect, the codes were just a little different to his. It had taken some time to get his codes, but it wasn't enough to gain access to them, I had to substitute them for codes that would not allow him access to his system, I needed time for the next phase of the operation. I also wanted him to panic when he couldn't get into his system, I knew that he was prone to losing his temper when he lost control. I was counting on this to happen because I also knew that, when he lost his temper, he also lost his confidence and began to make mistakes. These mistakes were what I hoped would lead to me getting enough to bring his world crashing down. An eye for an eye.

I closed the safe door and the panel. Turning, I began to slowly and silently retrace my crouching steps. Through the office door and into his bedroom, across the floor I crouched, to the far door and my escape. My hand reached for the door handle. "You are good, I'll give you that." I froze. Damn! The sleeping person was now awake, she hadn't gone with him tonight, but who had, who was it that was with him at that Industry function? A torch beam crossed the room to light my face. "Stand up and let me see the man who thought that he could penetrate my husband's security system."

I stood, my hands up, palms facing her. I blinked at the light and she switched it off, reaching for the bedside lamp.

"You can put your hands down. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything silly like scream. Come, sit here." She patted the bed beside her. I sat, I couldn't be sure that she didn't have a gun in her hand that was hidden under the covers. "I'll give you this, you were very quiet, the only sound that I heard was when you shoved something under the door, I assumed that it was to prevent me or someone else from interrupting you doing what it was that you were doing. I won't even ask what that was, because I don't care, even if it leads to my husband's death, I no longer care what happens to him."

"Why would you not care?" I was puzzled by her statement.

"For the simple reason that I've had enough of him and the way that he treats me. A woman should never have to put up with what I've been forced to over the past ten years. If I could have found a way to hurt him without endangering myself, believe me I would have." I took a closer look at her. I could understand why he would have married her, if not for the worry lines on her face, she would still have been a beautiful woman. The cares of her world had proved too much for her, she needed to be released from this life and was obviously looking to me to help her escape. "How did you plan to get away from here?"

"The same way that I came, through the conservatory, across the lawn and down the stormwater drain to the other side of the park, I have my car parked there."

"Take me with you, please." While the lines on her face were those of a woman some ten years older than she was, her breasts were those of a woman of her real age. The reason that I mention this is that when she pleaded with me to take her with me, she let the sheet that she had held in front of her, slip down, her nightdress did nothing to conceal her breasts from my gaze, and gaze I did. For a woman in her late thirties she was amazingly well preserved, her pink nipples poked at the transparent fabric of her nightdress, if I didn't know better I'd say that she was aroused by my presence in her bedroom.

Bringing myself back to reality with a jerk I said, "You can't go anywhere like that now, can you?"

"No, but I can change into something more appropriate in a few minutes, and I won't even ask you to turn around while I do it, I want, I need, to experience once more the feeling of a man who is interested enough to watch me dress."

I could no more ignore her dressing than breathe, there was something sensual about the way that she went about it, milking it for all that she was worth, and I was responding, I couldn't stop my reaction and decided that I didn't want to. Somehow I wanted her to know that at least I thought that she was a beautiful woman.

She finished dressing, track pants and top, no bra or panties, sneakers and a baseball cap, in a matter of minutes and came to me, stroking my engorged cock. "Thank you for that, thank him for that, I must reward the both of you. But not now, we'd better make a move, the bastard should be home anytime soon."

I led her through the darkened house and out across the back lawn to where there was a sump at the opening of the stormwater drain. I raised the grating and pointed inside. "Do you think that you can crawl down that pipe?"

"If you can do it, I can. Do you want me to go first?"

"Yes, I have to replace the grating after us. Don't worry, the pipe is clear, just be careful when you get to the end, there's a drop of about a metre into the open drain." She dropped into the sump and crawled away while I replaced the grating behind me. 

About halfway along I bumped into her, my head ramming into her. "That felt good, that's the first time any part of a man has touched me there in I don't know how long. Do it again."

I moved forward and my head once more pushed against her, I suppose it was her pussy that was the target, all I knew that it was soft and caused her to chuckle. She resumed her crawl, and soon stopped at the end of the pipe. I saw her framed against the soft moonlight and didn't bump into her. "Spoilsport." She chuckled.

"There'll be plenty of time for fun and games when we're right away from here."

"Promise?"

"I promise." 

"I'll hold you to that." She swivelled around, and, grabbing the lip of the pipe, swung herself out and stood in the open drain. I followed suit and found myself in her arms. "I like this feeling of freedom." Her lips brushed mine, paused and pressed against mine, her arms around my neck prevented an escape, but that was if I wanted to escape, which I didn't. This was an unexpected complication, one that I had every intention of taking advantage of. The thought of taking something of his added excitement to the job.

"Come on, we'd better make ourselves scarce." I led her up the drain to the edge of the park and where I'd parked my car. Half an hour later we'd parked the car in my garage and entered my house. "It's nothing like your place, but it's all mine." This was in reference to the fact that her husband had recently re-mortgaged his home to finance his latest deal.

"The less that I come into contact with the world of high finance the better as far as I'm concerned. I have lived in that world, and believe me it holds no attraction for me. He, on the other hand, would be lost without it, it's what he lives for every waking moment."

"I could never understand men who play games with money, usually someone else's, everything that they do is about the big earn, but they produce nothing but the illusion of wealth, a financial downturn can wipe them out completely."

"I know what you mean, you wouldn't believe how many times he has been financially in the red and having to scrape the bottom of the barrel to put food on the table. But then he always seems to find a way out. Do you know what his first money making scheme was?"

"I hate to think."

"He sent out literally hundreds of letters to people, offering, for the small sum of $25, to teach them how to make lots of money with very little effort. When the greedy replied all that they got in return was a flyer explaining that all that they needed to do was to send out literally hundreds of letters just like his. The amazing part was that his success rate from those letters was around fifty percent."

"Greed is an amazing thing, it causes ordinary, rational people to do stupid things."

"Tell me about it. He got onto the dot com bubble in its infancy and set up a scheme that involved multi-level marketing of dot coms. Then he read in, of all things, a computer magazine that predicted that the bubble was about to burst in the US, so he sold his company to another for an obscene amount of money just before the bubble burst here in Australia. He got death threats after that one, but that didn't bother him at all. Hide like a rhino that man, I tell you."

"I bet that there's one thing that will get under that thick skin of his."

"What's that?"

"You not being at home when he gets there. Guys like him are driven by their own opinion of their own self-worth, take that away and they lose the plot big time."

"Do you think that will happen this time?"

"You bet, especially when I've finished with him."

"That leads me to a question that I should have asked when I first saw you. Just what were you doing in my husband's study?"

"I was borrowing his security and transaction codes."

"But he'll notice them missing when he goes to his safe in the morning."

"He won't notice anything until he goes to use them, you see I replaced them with a book of similar codes, which of course won't work."

"What do you intend to do with those codes?"

"Let's say that I'm going to redistribute some of the wealth that he has 'borrowed' from other people."

"But why? Who is employing you to do this, presuming that you're working for someone and not for yourself?"

"Who it is is irrelevant, let's just say that he has upset far too many people for far too long to continue to get away with it. Certain people have looked at his finances and have reached the conclusion that, in the not too distant future he will no longer be able to service his outstanding loans. They are taking steps to ensure that he will no longer be able to obtain funds from legitimate sources, and are also taking steps to ensure that, when he defaults on his next repayments, which he has already planned to do, they will have covered their arses. In order to do this they will remove from his offshore bank accounts sufficient to cover their exposure."

"But isn't that against the law?"

"Technically yes, but these funds are secreted in offshore accounts and they represent moneys that he has acquired from my principals by means that could be construed as illegal. They are moneys borrowed for a purpose and which he had no intention of using for that purpose, in other words, fraudulently obtained funds. The legal processes and time involved in recovering those funds by legitimate means are something that my principals have decided do not fit into their timeline, hence this operation. He has obtained funds as a hedge against his retirement, and because he has mortgaged his house against those borrowings, there will be little left for you when he disappears."

"Disappears? What do you mean disappears?"

"We know that there will be a yachting accident. His yacht will disappear somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. There will be a mayday call to AMSA (Australian Maritime Safety Authority) that he is under attack from pirates, not an uncommon occurrence in the waters around the Philippines, and some days later wreckage will be found that will be identified as his yacht. It's marvellous what can be achieved with self-steering yachts and an inflatable tender, false papers and a new identity."

"How do you know this?"

"From purchases that he has made over the past month. His yacht, that trapping of wealth that he uses to smooth talk prospective lenders into lending, has now been fitted with self-steering gear and distinctive new sails, supposedly in preparation for the next single-handed offshore race. He has bought a tender that he will pick up along the way north. We know that he has acquired, through contacts, a high powered rifle similar to those used by pirates, and that he will use to shoot up the yacht to add authenticity to his story. We believe that he has obtained a device that will deploy his EPIRB (emergency beacon) some time after he has 'abandoned ship' and around the same time that AMSA receives his distress call. It will be shortly after that time that he will find that he will not be able to access his funds."

"But won't he try to get funds before he leaves?"

"No, he has already taken sufficient from his account for his immediate needs. He plans to set sail the day after tomorrow. With your disappearance, which we did not factor in by the way, he will have an even better reason to make a run for it, he will assume that you have discovered his duplicity and are going to the authorities and he needs to make himself scarce before they can investigate."

"One question." She had a worried look on her face.

"Yes?" I had a worried look on mine.

"Your skills at breaking and entering, where do they come from?"

"I was hoping that you wouldn't ask that, you do realise that if I tell you I'll be forced to kill you." Her face went from worried to scared in a nanosecond. "Not really, it's no secret that there are sections of the military that are trained in such skills, to be able to infiltrate and obtain information, plant bugs and bombs, and get away without being caught, as well as the usual grizzly bits like killing people, I just happen to have been in one of those sections. Now my skills are in demand by various people, including I might add, law enforcement, but not in this case. I'm strictly freelance, but you won't ever see me in the Yellow Pages, my business is strictly by word of mouth, and I research the hirer before I take the assignment. My fee is commensurate with the risks involved and the outcome, it would upset your husband no end if he knew that the fee for this job is modest to say the least."

"So all you had to do was to get into his study, steal his code book and then what?"

"Getting the code book was just the beginning, this is the second time that I've taken it, the first was for me to photograph it so that I would be able to make a passable duplicate, and return it un-noticed. Having got it, now I have to use it to retrieve the money that he has stolen and return that to its rightful owners before he needs to access his accounts."

"How much time have you got?"

"Probably the best part of a week, he has to get well away from the country and somewhere near where he intends the yacht to be found, so a week should do it."

"But you're going to gain access quicker than that, aren't you?"

"How did you guess? I'm going to begin work on it first thing in the morning. I figure that I need to get onto it ASAP because I suspect that he will use the satellite phone he has installed to access his accounts in the Caymans. He won't do anything for a day or two and when he does he will discover the phone that he paid good money for doesn't work. I fried the connection before I went to your house. "

"What are you going to do until then?" She had a funny look on her face now.

"I'm going to bed, and I suggest that you do the same. I've got a spare bedroom and the bed is actually made up, so sleeping arrangements aren't a problem."

"Damn!"

"Why damn?"

"Here I was hoping to be able to share the bed with my knight in shining armour."

"Do you think that wise?"

"Maybe not wise, but I like the idea. Do you have any objections?"

"Hundreds, but you won't agree with any of them."

"Well then, shall we adjourn to your bed?"

"Very well, but let me warn you, I fully intend to go straight to sleep."

"That gives me hope. Now if you'd said that you would go straight to sleep I would have worried. You can intend all you like, whether you succeed is another thing. When you've been on short rations for as long as I have, you take it where you can get it, and I fully intend to get it."

"Do you mean to tell me that someone as gorgeous as you cannot convince her own husband, or someone else, to make love to her?"

"He spends upwards of twenty hours a day finding new and creative ways of making money, that doesn't leave a lot of time for him to make love to me. As for the other, none of our friends interest me and I have no desire to go looking for casual sex."

"And you've never thought of looking for it anywhere else?"

"Oh I've thought about it, but you obviously don't know my husband very well. He does not allow me to leave the house at night without him, and during the day it is only to go to the supermarket to buy food. His trappings of wealth and leisure do not extend to me."

"If you're playing on my sympathy, it's working." We met and kissed, me tentatively, she hungrily. My intentions were denied, not that I'm one to complain, after all I'd been on short rations for a while myself, not every woman is impressed by the strong silent type, many of them look for SNAGS, and I sure as hell wasn't one of those.




An Eye for an Eye



"I haven't seen one of those for a while." She said as she took a long look at my body.

"Haven't seen one of what?"

"A six pack."

"Oh. And here I was thinking it was my impressive cock."

"Oh he's very nice, don't get me wrong he's more than nice. I can't wait to have him."

"Okay, I surrender, do with me what you will. I can see that I won't be allowed to sleep until after I've satisfied your carnal appetites."

"Oh no you don't, if you're going to make love to me you're going to have to earn the privilege, you don't get something for nothing you know."

"You're a fucking slavedriver, do you know that?"

"I couldn't have put it better myself. Now slave, lick my pussy!"

"Yes Ma'am." I bent to the task with enthusiasm, as I did when obeying any command.

"Why on earth did your husband neglect you to the point that you hadn't made love for months? There is absolutely nothing wrong with your technique or enthusiasm." This was some time later in the night, after we had made love.

"When it comes to love I was well down on the pecking order. His love for money was marginally ahead of his love for himself, followed by his love for the sexual conquest of new and attractive young persons of the female persuasion. I'm afraid I have become a distant fourth on that list."

"More fool him. Now, if I were he, you would have been way out front in number one."

"Aren't you sweet, and good in bed." She was feeling for him to encourage him to new heights.

"I seem to remember, way, way back in the deep dark past, mentioning something about getting something called sleep, do you remember that?"

"I'm trying to forget it, but go on."

"I'm having to insist on it, now go to sleep."

"My, aren't you the masterful one. Oh well, I guess that I can do without you for a couple of hours." She turned away from me, I don't know whether she was sulking or if it was resignation to the inevitable. I cuddled her to me and she sighed. "Go to sleep and stop teasing me."

She was still asleep when I woke at around 5:00am. I kept it that way and headed for my study to begin the next phase of my work. Accessing his banking records was easy, he seemed to have made little effort to cover his tracks which surprised me, given the amount of money involved. I began transferring funds into the accounts that I'd been instructed to, and that was when I discovered something very interesting, the amounts I was to transfer into one of these accounts were remarkably similar to amounts transferred out of that account a few weeks ago. I wondered about this, did my employers not think that I could access transaction records of their accounts? Was this a part of a convoluted frame designed to shaft him big time? Was I being set up myself? After all I was responsible for the intermediary account used to transfer and if the operation went pear shaped there would be total deniability on their part. Pontius Pilot would have nothing on the hand washing that would go on in their individual and collective board rooms, and guess who would be left carrying the can? Yours truly. I needed to think this through.

There was a noise behind me and I turned to see a naked apparition, a beautiful naked apparition with an unhappy look on her face. "What is it with men, computers and money? You have no idea of priorities."

I hit the kill button on my computer and grabbed her in my arms and literally ran for the bedroom with her struggling, (not very hard) squealing, (not very convincingly) body and threw us onto the bed. "I didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful there." I kissed her to prevent her answering while my fingers explored her pussy. After a few minutes of manipulation she gave up the struggle and flung her arms around my neck.

"You have a lot of time to make up, you do realise that, the way that I feel right now breakfast and dinner will be one and the same."

I made love to her before I broke the bad news that not everything about my job was as it was supposed to be, and that I had work to do if I was to save my worthless hide from incarceration. "There is the distinct piscatorial aroma about this whole deal, and I get the feeling that I'm going to be hung out to dry."

"What do you mean? Didn't you tell me that you checked everything out before taking an assignment?"

"Because I've done work for these guys many times in the past, and they've proven to be kosher, I naturally enough assumed that this one would be the same. This will teach me to check each out individually and not rely on past experiences."

"So what do we do now?"

"The first thing that we have to do is to get you some clothes. I don't think it would be a good idea for you to go back home to pick up clothes because we want him to think that you've run away with someone."

"I have, or hadn't you figured that out yet."

"As I was saying, you need clothes, and underwear."

"Why?" She was enjoying this.

"We can't have you wearing skirts with no underwear, what if a gust of wind blows it up?"

"It'll give some people a heart attack and others a thrill."

"You're incorrigible, do you know that? Sometime I'm going to have to get on board your husband's yacht before he takes off. It wouldn't surprise me if there wasn't a surprise waiting for him, something that someone else has set for him."

"What sort of thing?"

"They know, because I told them, that he planned to fly the coop and has plans in place that would see him get away with it. I have a horrible feeling that they won't allow that to happen. My feelings tell me that his yacht will catch fire not long after he loses sight of land, and that his radio will not be able to transmit his SOS, and probably his EPIRB will not work."

"What do you plan to do?"

"I don't believe in killing people or allowing anyone else to do it. While I think your husband is a total arsehole, and I have no qualms about relieving him of his ill-gotten gains, I draw the line at bumping him off. I plan to get on board in the wee small hours and dismantling the booby trap and making sure that his radio and EPIRB are both working."

"That leaves the rest of the day to do not a lot. Now how do you suggest we fill in all that time?" Her hand on my cock was telling me loud and clear what she wanted to do with the time, oh well, back to the salt mine.

Sometime mid-afternoon I called a temporary halt to the festivities and we went out while I made several purchases, clothes for her, and importantly, electronic equipment, not all from the same place, I wasn't taking the chance of someone taking an interest in me realising that I wasn't following the script anymore. On return I registered, in his name, the EPIRB that I'd bought to replace the one that I was sure had been nobbled. I also set up a satellite phone of the same brand as his, my new 'bestie' had her uses providing the relevant details, including the make of marine radio. I was as ready as I could be. 

We had dinner and sat around talking, and other things, until it was time for me to leave. She insisted in coming with me and standing guard while I did what I had to do.

The yacht was locked, but it was a pretty standard lock and only took a couple of seconds to pick. I made my way to the hatch over the diesel auxiliary engine compartment and found what I'd expected, no imagination these guys, it was all by the book stuff. I disconnected the detonator from the lump of C4 and replaced it with a dummy that would stand all but intense scrutiny. I exchanged EPIRBS, Satellite phone, to replace the one that I'd nobbled, and radios for those that I was sure would not work when required, before removing the latex gloves and packing up the gear in my back pack and leaving.

"A car has done a couple of laps past here in the time that you were in the marina, I think they're keeping a watch to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

"I would have expected no less from this lot. When I've done work for them in the past I was certain that they were keeping a watch on what I was doing, just to be sure that everything went to plan. This time they have 2 crews working for them, me to do the important stuff like getting their money back, and another crew to make certain that he will be in no condition to come back to haunt them. As it stands, not only will they not get their money back, but he'll be alive and kicking, especially after he finds that he can't access his funds."

"Aren't you the clever dick then?" I didn't know whether she was referring to me, the person or my cock, which she was holding firmly in her hand. "Let's get home so that I can get some more of this." It looked like my cock was the cleverer of the two.

I'll give her this, when she takes the task in hand, or mouth, or pussy, she shows amazing concentration and enthusiasm. I was having a great deal of trouble working out which of the many positions we found ourselves in during the course of the rest of the night was her favourite, all seemed to be the favourite at the time we were involved in them, and her orgasms were many, and powerful, and a tad noisy. I was glad that my house was situated sufficiently far from my neighbours to have not disturbed their sleep.

A late breakfast was followed by my setting up a money transfer loop that saw the funds being moved from one country to another and occasionally passing through Australia and an account recently established by both of us. Each pass saw a smallish amount syphoned off the large amount in circulation. I figured that the principals would, if they could trace the transactions from the original, not likely given the convoluted protection in place, they'd pay little attention to those small amounts involved. Like they say, small drops will eventually fill the bucket, and by mid-afternoon there were enough small drops for my, our, purposes. For the first time in I don't know how long, I had found a woman that I could develop feelings for that were strong enough to have me thinking of a less than celibate future, and it wasn't just the sex, although I have to admit that I'd never in my entire life experienced anything like it.

We both came to the realisation, just before raiding the pantry for something to sustain us, that we had never addressed each other by name, even though we knew them. "Why is it that you've never once called me Brendan?"

"Oh, is that your name? Actually I've never called you that because I don't see you as a 'Brendan', it doesn't fit. The only Brendan I've heard of was one Brendan Behan, a drunken Irishman, and you're neither of those. I could go on calling you Lover, or possibly 'Bren', which of course is a powerful gun, which I suppose is sort of appropriate. Truth be known I was waiting for you to call me Faith, although, given the haste with which I deserted my husband, faith would hardly be my strong point."

"I'll reserve judgement on the faith bit, you never know, you could be faithful to me for the rest of your life and live up to your name."

"Are you trying to tell me that you want me to be with you forever?"

"Would that be such a bad thing?"

"No, in fact it would be a good thing. You and I make a good team don't you think?"

"I think we make a great team. Now let's see what we can cook up for dinner, we need to keep our strength up." We rummaged around for the ingredients for a meal that defied everything that the TV chef's would recommend, but which to us tasted perfect. Hunger will do wondrous things to confuse taste buds. Replete, we returned to bed and made love only twice before exhaustion took control and we fell into a long and deep sleep.

"Hello," I mumbled into the phone sometime the next morning.

"What the fuck are you playing at?" The voice was not a happy one.

"What, what are you talking about?"

"You know what the fuck I'm talking about. The money that you were supposed to put into our account isn't there. We've just checked the balance and it's not there, you've fucked up and, if you expect to be paid for this job you'd better fix it pronto!"

"Hold on a minute, you said that you checked your balance and the money wasn't there, is that right?"

"Yes."

"Did you happen to check the transactions to see if the money went into your account? I suggest that you do that before you ring me at some ungodly hour in the morning with threats of not paying me for the job that I've satisfactorily completed. Once the money goes into your account it becomes your responsibility, not mine. You are to then, as agreed, transfer the sum of $250,000 into my account immediately, or I will make sure that you live to regret going back on our contract."

"But I haven't got that amount in my account."

"And you're blaming me for not doing my job, I find that extremely insulting. I would suggest that you look 'in house'."

"What do you mean?"

"It would be obvious that, in an organization like yours, more than one person would have access to your accounts, your Division Heads for starters, then there's you Chief Finance Officers or whoever pays the bills and arranges the payment of staff wages. Any one of those could have access to your accounts, and any one of those could have stripped your account of that money."

"But there's a very large amount involved, I need that money and I need it now."

"Tough titty mate, I've kept my part of the deal, now you'd better keep yours, or word will spread that you can no longer be trusted, then let's see how long you can stay in business. Have you checked on our soon to disappear sailor's account to see if he's second guessed you?"

"No, and I don't think that we'll be able to do anything about him."

"And why would that be?"

"I don't think that he'll be with us for very long."

"Now you haven't done anything stupid as far as he's concerned have you?"

"Let's just say that he may not get a chance to pick up his new tender."

"And that would be why?"

"You don't think that you're the only iron in the fire do you?"

"Don't tell me, you've hired someone else to carry out some other form of revenge on him, haven't you?"

"That information is on a 'need to know' basis, and you don't need to know."

"In that case, I'll have to insist on my money as soon as possible because I don't trust this other mob to do their job." I could hear him banging away on a keyboard. "You've checked your bank and seen that the money went in as promised."

"Yes, but it went out again just hours later." 

"Not my problem."

"Fuck, what's happening here? I don't suppose that you can track where the money has gone to, can you?"

"I might be able to, depending on how strong the encryption is and the security of the transactions. It could take days, and at present I don't think that you can afford my fee." I caught a glimpse of the amusement on Faith's face, she was enjoying this.

"Leave it with me, I'll get back to you." He was still not happy but found himself with no wriggle room, and this was an unfamiliar position for him.

"Sure thing, but I won't be holding my breath waiting for your call." I ended the conversation.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Faith asked as she kissed me.

"Which this, you and me or the money thing?"

"Both. You're an amazing man, do you know that?"

"Not really, I just don't like being shafted, that's all."

Faith sat and watched as I traced the company's accounts back several months. They were shifty bastards, I'll give them that, on the surface they were very solvent, but this was an illusion. Like my movement of their money around the world from account to account, tax haven to tax haven, they had a circular accounting system in place that moved money from division to division, always being in the right place for the scheduled reports to reflect their solvency. If the Fraud Squad were to pay them a visit they'd be in deep shit. They were in fact trading insolvent. One particular transaction caught my attention and it hit close to home. I was going to enjoy bringing these bastards down, especially the bank that was an integral part of their empire, a bank with commercial washing machines installed.

"Something's bothering you, what is it?" Faith asked as she saw the change of expression on my face.

"Just something that has made this vendetta a very personal one. My father up there," I pointed in the general direction of where heaven is supposed to be, "will thank me."

"For what?"

"A couple of years ago I was on a contract overseas. While I was away the bank foreclosed on my father's mortgage and kicked him off. I couldn't understand it at the time because I'd been sending regular payments well ahead of the due date of the mortgage loan repayments. The bank claimed at the time that they hadn't received any payments for months and were forced to foreclose. I didn't believe them but couldn't prove anything, now I can. I've found the records of the funds that I transferred to the bank for the mortgage payments, but they didn't go towards the loan, they were placed in a holding account. The money was there but not there, if you get my drift."

"But why?"

"The farm was a profitable one, and had been for decades. My father borrowed against it to finance new technology in land management that would increase the bottom line and make it even more profitable. We had discussed it and crunched numbers to the point where we knew exactly how much money we needed, how much we could afford, and how long before we were back in black. We discussed it with the bank's manager and he agreed with us and fell over himself to lend us the money. I should have seen the signs, it was all too easy."

"What are you going to do?"

"Put it on my 'to do' list for the future."

"You must have a plan in mind, surely?"

"I think that it's time I played silly buggers with them, get them running around like chooks with their heads cut off. If I can keep them off balance I should force them to re-think how they do business."

"This is going to prove interesting, I can't wait."

"You'll have to, I haven't worked it all out yet."

"Do you need me to do anything?"

"What are you good at? And I don't mean that." I had caught the sudden change in her look from thoughtfulness to mischievous, and knew exactly what she was thinking.

"I'm a good listener and may be able to offer helpful suggestions. It might be good to take my mind off my physical need for you, and I like the idea of being a part of this, something that my soon to be ex would not allow, I was for decoration only, not for my brain."

"That must have hurt you, being under-estimated like that. I think that underneath your beautiful exterior is an active mind just busting for the chance to prove itself."

"I'm used to grinning and bearing it when it comes to misogynist pigs like him, so I smiled sweetly and took his bullshit."

It was breakfast time and, that over we adjourned to my office to throw the cat among the pigeons. This took most of the morning and, after a cup of coffee to sustain us, a kiss to wake us even further, came a race to the bedroom which, being the gentleman that I was, she won, and the sight of her laying on her back issuing a very open invitation led to the first of several sexual encounters, each different and each, in the context of our growing love for each other, perfect. 

"Faith."

"Why do I get the impression that I'm not going to like what you're about to tell me?"

"Probably because I don't like what I'm about to tell you."

"Then don't, don't say a word, let's go on as we've been doing for the past days."

"I'm sorry, but I can't."

"Why the fuck not? Are you telling me that you don't love me, is that it?" She was getting angry.

"No, that's not it. Will you listen to what I have to say?" The emphasis was on 'have'. Faith remained silent, staring at me with confused eyes. "It's my lifestyle that's the problem, I'm a Merc, a mercenary, a gun for hire. I go where the work is and what I do, if caught, could see me behind bars or worse, dead. I do not want to put you in the situation of either talking to me through the glass panel of the visitor's room in some prison, or sobbing at my lonely funeral. I don't want that, I can't have that. Do you understand what I'm telling you? My life is a lonely life and I have no room in it for you. Just remember this, for one brief moment in my life I found someone to love, and who I believe loved me in return, but my lifestyle will only bring hurt and sadness to that person, to you. I'm afraid, much as it pains me to do this, I have to end this before it goes too far."




An Eye for an Eye



"Now you listen to me. This is bullshit, this 'noble' decision of yours to 'protect' me from the inevitable. I don't need your protection, I don't want your protection, I want you, and all the sanctimonious crap about your lifestyle leaving no room for a relationship doesn't take into consideration the wants, or the needs, of the other half of that relationship. You said that you wanted out before it goes too far, but, get this through your thick skull, it already has gone too far, at least as far as I'm concerned. I know what you do, I've known for some time what you do, I know how dangerous it can be, and I don't care about that! I want to be with you, to help you in your work, I can help you in your work. Think about it, you claim, rightly enough, that yours is a lonely life, but then the same applies to everyone in your profession. It applies to me. What could be a better cover for you than to be a happily married man? I'm not demanding a marriage, just the pretence of marriage would be good enough, although I wouldn't say no to the other. If everyone in your line of work is a single man adrift in the world, who would suspect that a married man could be one of them? The bottom line is this; I am not going to give you up, I am not going to walk away from this relationship just because of your selfishness. You claim to be thinking of me, but you're wrong, you're thinking of yourself and the easy way out of a situation that you cannot control, and that scares you more than you care to admit. Ever since you broke into my house and disturbed my sleep, we have worked together, as a team, a good team, and yet you refuse to admit, that as a team, we achieved more than you could have on your own. If you have the intelligence that I know you have, surely you have to concede that in our case, two heads have worked better than one. The other thing that you've failed to consider is, what to do in the downtime between contracts. Wouldn't that time be better spent with me, the woman that I know you love, than with some casual, fashion accessory tart, who you'll forget in an instant once the moment has passed?"

I took her in my arms, her eyes told me just how scared she was at this moment. "I knew that you'd say that, I wanted you to say that. I have just given you an out clause and you refused to take it, and this proves to me what I knew, how I hoped you'd react." Her eyes changed from scared to puzzled. "You were right when you said that I was scared of finding myself losing control of the situation, but the more that I thought about it, the more I became convinced that the only way that I could regain control was to include you."

"You sure have a funny way of doing that. You scared the crap out of me."

"I had to be sure that you were strong enough to survive in my world before I included you in it. You did that, for which I am relieved. Now having said that, I'll make a promise to you."

"Oh yes, and what might that be?"

"I am going to ease my way out of the industry. I have a few loose ends to tie up and then I'm out of there, we're out of there."

"What will you do, and where will you go?"

"Don't laugh, but I am going to become a gentleman farmer."

"You're kidding me, right?"

"No, the loose ends involve wresting the family farm, the farm that has been in my family for generations, back from the multi-national corporation that bought it for a song from the bank while I was overseas on assignment. I didn't know anything of this until I returned home and found Mum and Dad had been evicted. It has taken a couple of years, but I can now put in place my plan to take it back. Don't worry, it's legal and involves proving that the bank had no legal right to sell the property in the first place. You see the money to pay the instalment on the mortgage had been forwarded to the bank well before the due date, they conveniently forgot to record the receipt until after the due date, so that they could record that my father was in default. The bank manager got a huge kick-back from the purchaser in return for his deceit. It took a while to get a copy of the transactions, but I have them now, and I'm going to pay a visit to the bank tomorrow. There will be blood on the carpet in the Manager's office, his head will roll, especially as I'll have a member of the Fraud Squad with me."

"Can I be there, please, can I?" Her eyes were alive again, she was relishing this moment. "I would love to see some scheming bastard cut down to size, it will be almost as good as seeing my bastard of a husband crucified and, because I missed out on that, I don't want to miss this one."

"Okay, you can be there." 

I found myself flat on my back on the floor. In the past I have had to fight off strong men, and men who were experts in the martial arts, but in those cases I was prepared for the onslaught. In this case I either wasn't, or I allowed it to happen, because I wanted it to happen. Faith had launched herself at me, her arms around my neck, her lips on mine, and the full force of her body against mine. I fell under the force of it, under the force of her, and I gave up without a struggle, returning her hug, returning her kisses, returning her love and regaining my life. A life that up until I'd met her was, I now realised, was hollow and meaningless.

"Now you listen to me Mr Bren Gun, if you think that I'm going to let you just walk away from this job that you love you've got another think coming."

"What do you mean? I thought that you wanted me to get out of this and live a life of leisure with you."

"Shows just how little you know about me, and I'm going to have to do something about that, she says with a smile of anticipation on her face. I know you well enough to know that you're going to be bored out of your tree in no time, and looking for action. I have a solution to this problem, you can come and work with me."

"Work with you? I didn't know that you had a job."

"Well I do, and it's pretty much the same as yours but on the other side of the fence."

"You mean that you're a crook?"

"No mate, you're the crook and we have the evidence to prove it."

"If you mean the B & E on your house, what punishment can I expect, a slap on the wrist and told to mend my ways before it's too late?"

"We have a lot more than that, and I have the authority to make you an off that you'd be stupid to refuse."

"And that is?"

"A job with us and a clean slate as far as your previous misdemeanours."

"Go on?"

"To start from the beginning, you and I have been working on the same problem from different directions, you've been employed by a consortium to recover money paid to 'you know who' to facilitate a sell-out of certain of their assets to International interests. We, on the other hand, were gathering evidence that they were attempting to circumvent the Overseas Ownership regulations by separating these transactions into individual divisions to give the appearance that these were smaller, unrelated transactions and not one large one that would not get past the regulations. Their divisional financial merry-go-round was part of the plan to give the impression that the individual companies were performing much better than they actually were, and therefore more attractive to a potential buyer."

"Where do you fit in?"

"Some time ago we got word that this was their plan and I was sent in to work for my future husband. I went there in the full knowledge that he would most probably hit on me, and this was part of the plan. I was to get close to him and find out as much as I could about his operations. I got too close, and when he proposed marriage I went scurrying back to my boss to see if I could get out of it. I was told to go along with it, and that when it was all over the marriage would no longer exist. I lied to you when I told you that I'd been married to him for ten years, try three months, and then in name only. There was paper work involved, but nothing else, you see no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it up. There was no sex involved. I knew this before I agreed to the whole deal, it was because of this that I did agree."

"You agreed to that?"

"I had no choice, When I was recruited I was in the same situation as you find yourself in, caught between a rock and a hard place with but one way out. We knew about you when you paid your first visit to the house, I mean, a Real Estate Valuer who came complete with a miniature radio controlled helicopter to take 'fly around' pictures of the house, especially the master bedroom and his office. I checked after you'd gone and you'd been in his safe, but nothing had been taken, moved yes, taken no."

"This explains your cool attitude when you caught me in your bedroom, you knew that I was coming."

"Well it figured didn't it, that you'd come on a night when you knew that he wouldn't be there, the fact that you didn't know that he was married was because he saw it as advantageous not to make that fact public. It would have done his image as a super stud no good if it became known that he had a little wifey waiting for him at home."

"So that was why, the first time, you introduced yourself as his PA and you were there because he was out of town."

"Yes, but I wasn't lying, I was his PA before we got married. One question that has been bothering me, you didn't take his little black book, yet you were able to make a copy of it, how?"

"I had a miniature camera, the one that was on the helicopter, I just unclipped it, took the happy snaps, and put it back on and carried it out when I'd finished."

"We've just got to have you working for us, you're good."

"We should take a trip to the marina to make certain that the 'man' goes sailing as expected, and to see who else is there. I think photos of the interested parties will lead us back to the consortium and you might be able to add attempted murder to the charge sheet."

"We might not be able to get that one to stick, but it's a thought."

"Better than a thought, I have a plan. Now you said that when this is all over your marriage will no longer exist, even if he's in gaol, and you'll still be able to marry me, right?"

"If I want to that is." She looked at me with that mischievous look of hers and then burst out laughing. "You should have seen your face. Of course I'll marry you. Now, what is your plan?"

"If we wait for him to set sail and after he's left the harbour, we can get the Water Police to intercept his yacht and tow it back to their base. This will probably cause a certain amount of consternation among those that planted the gear on board, but that's their problem, we'll get to them in due course. When the police search the boat and find the C4 and the dodgy radio equipment, I predict that when he sees that someone wanted him dead, he'll be willing to cough up the evidence that you need. We'll have no need to squeeze him financially, but that doesn't mean that we won't keep his money."

"That's right, because it is evidence."

"That's not something that I wanted to hear. You did say something about a clean slate, when does that begin, and I hope that you're going to say 'from my first day of work' because that will mean that I can keep it."

"Don't you have enough already? The last time that I looked you had enough to retire on."

"What? Have you been rummaging around in my bank account?"

"Only the one that we know of, you might have dozens of accounts spread around the world that we don't know about, and as far as I'm concerned, we don't need to know about."

"Is that official?"

"No, it's off the record, just like this interview."

"What? This has been an interrogation has it?" I was hurt by this news, really hurt.

"No, silly man, this has been us comparing notes on a case that we're both working on, in order that arrests can be made and charges laid, and a lot of nasty guys spend some time in grey rooms with bars on the windows."

"I guess I can live with that. Now we have a departure to attend. I'll wheel out the van, it'll be necessary for evidence collection."

Faith and I found ourselves parked on a street above, and overlooking, the marina. "He's just leaving his berth now." I said. I was watching him through powerful binoculars. I also noticed someone else who was taking an interest in proceedings. "We have company." 

"Where?" Faith was scanning the area through her binoculars.

"He was standing at the end of the marina trying to look inconspicuous, he's heading back now. Do you see him, he's wearing a blue spray jacket?"

"Got him. I'd better get ready." I heard the rapid fire clicking of her camera with the massively impressive telephoto lens. She slipped between the bucket seats and picked up a set of earphones and cranked up the radio scanner. A minute later. "Got it, I'll put it on speaker." The van came alive to radio chatter. 

"Condor to Albatross, do you read me?" 

"Albatross, loud and clear."

"Party has just cleared the marina and is in centre harbour under sail and making around 6 knots in a light breeze."

"Copy that, I'll give him 45 minutes and then I'll take off on a south-easterly heading before turning north to intercept him about 30 kilometres out, then I'll do my civil duty and report an explosion on his yacht."

"Perfect, see you back at base."

"That sounds like he's going to use a seaplane to get close enough to use a radio signal to detonate the explosives. I'd love to be there when it doesn't go off." Faith said.

"We'd better contact the water police and let them know what's happening." I reached for my mobile and spoke to the Duty Officer. "We have a situation about to go down in around an hour and about 30 Kilometres offshore." I outlined what we knew and the radio message to the seaplane.

"Okay, what we'll do is dispatch a chopper to monitor the seaplane and send a patrol boat to intercept the yacht. What frequency was his radio on?" I told him. "Good, we'll monitor that channel and listen in to his conversation. You did say that the bomb won't go off, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"I won't ask how you know that, but we'll check it out when we bring the yacht back in. We'll also have a chat to the pilot when he lands and see if he has a radio device that he can use to detonate a bomb. If he does then he'll be charged with attempted murder."

"It would take nothing more than a mobile phone to set off a bomb."

"Again, I won't ask you how you know that, probably a CSI type TV show or even Wikipedia, they all have a lot to answer for. We may need to talk to you at a later stage." He signed off. I looked at Faith, both of us had that look at satisfaction over a job well done. It was now up to the police to round them up and us to provide the evidence to gain a conviction.

"It would appear that our work here is done, what would you like to do now?" I asked Faith.

"What's with the stupid questions? There's enough room in the back, why don't we make use of it?"

"I'm sure the residents of this posh suburb will be impressed to see a parked van bouncing up and down and you giving vent to your orgasms. You're not quiet, you know?"

"Oh alright, we'll go home, but you'd better be ready for some serious loving."

I was as ready as I'd ever be, but plans were placed on hold as soon as we got back to my place. A deputation from her work was waiting for us. "Well faith, how is it going?"

"Who are you and what do you want?" I had a good idea who they were but wanted them to spell it out for me.

"Faith works for us, I guess that you didn't know that."

"I know it, and I know a lot more about you than you'd like to believe. It would appear that you and I have been tackling the same organisation from different ends, and I should tell you that I have completed my end of the assignment, my involvement has turned out not to be what my contract stipulated, but then they were not entirely honest with me. As a result I have done an awful lot to make your end easier to tidy up. We, that's Faith and me, have even given you attempted murder charges to add to your already thick files on these guys. But I do have one request to make."

"What might that be?"

"I want you to hold off for 24 hours before you start swooping on them, I have a personal matter to attend to."

"I don't think we can wait that long."

"Of course you can, don't worry they can't get out of the country, at least not if you watch the airport departures and any private planes that might have accepted charter bookings from the Directors. We do have a little time because it will be some time before their minions can contact them and tell them that everything has gone pear-shaped, enough time for you to get the necessary warrants and raid their corporate headquarters. We can give you evidence of systematic fraud that will do for starters."

"Show me." 

I led him inside and showed him the printouts that I'd made of his transactions. I pointed to one that I'd highlighted. "This one is the personal matter, you see they defrauded my parents and foreclosed on the family farm, my father took his life not long after, and my mother has lost the plot and is in a nursing home, probably never to emerge, I want to get it back."

"How do you intend going about that?"

"Oh it's perfectly legal, I'll simply confront the manager with this evidence and make him an offer, his head for theirs. If he agrees to drop them in for this, to tell me that he was coerced into doing this. I might go easy on him, but then I might not, it depends on how he reacts and how I feel about him."

"You've got until close of business this evening." He wasn't happy about me making demands. "In the mean time we have some work to do. Faith?"

"Sir, I need to speak with you, in private." They wandered off and a whispered conversation ensued with both of them, from time to time, glancing at me. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable under their scrutiny. The conversation completed they walked back towards me, him with a thoughtful look on his face and Faith positively radiant, she had won.

"I don't know how we're going to organise this, but I have been told that if we don't Faith is prepared to hand in her notice. We do not want to lose her so I suppose we will just have to accede to her wishes and offer you a job. Believe me, if what she has told me about you is only half true, we would be crazy not to make such an offer. She did make one demand that I'm not happy about given the current state of play, and workload constraints. She has demanded at least three weeks' vacation, it seems that she wants to spend some time with you while we arrange for her present marital situation to disappear. Somewhere in those three weeks, which doesn't leave us a lot of time, she wants to marry you. I presume that you go along with this plan?"

"Very much Sir." I couldn't say anything else for some minutes because her lips had got in the way of free speech. By the time the kiss had finished we found ourselves alone. After a celebratory bed session we cleaned ourselves up and set off to pay a visit to a certain Bank Manager. The farm would soon be back in the family, a little too late for Dad unfortunately. "I'll take you out to show you over the farm as soon as the paperwork is done, you'll love the place." I whispered to her after we'd made love again.

"I'd love that. What's the bed like?"

"Is that all that you can think of?"

"No, there's the sofa, the living room floor, bent over the kitchen sink, the list is endless."

"I hope that your boss is prepared for us doing it on your desk. You're insatiable."

"Actually I'm not. It's just that I have a little catching up to do, once I've caught up on lost time I'll turn out to be pretty boring in bed." There was that mischievous look again.

"I find that hard to believe. Now where was I?" Her hand led me back to where I'd been on and off for the past few days. I couldn't believe how much my life had changed in such a short time, and for the better I might add. I now had a wonderful woman in my life and had avenged my father's eviction in the best possible way, sort of 'an eye for an eye'. Those responsible were about to pay dearly for what they had done to him.