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Follow Me

By: rhj4



I was standing in a park smoking a joint and listening to a blues-jazz band play on a warm summer afternoon when I first saw her. She was standing about ten feet away, and I knew with my first glance that she was an exceptional woman. Her tall, lean body and wide shoulders, her dark blonde hair and her gentle curves were by themselves enough to get my full attention; but what really grabbed me were her eyes. She looked directly at me and even through me with her clear, large, green eyes. As she held me in her gaze without blinking, her eyes seemed to smile gently, and peacefully, but with a clear presence that told me this was a woman of great power and purpose. She was also (as I learned later) a woman who loves excitement... and especially loves to take risks that put her right out on the edge.

I cocked my eyebrows as I held the joint out to her, asking her without words if she would like to join me. Responding without a word, she walked purposefully towards me, took the joint from my hand and inhaled deeply, staring me right in the eyes the entire time. There was a twinkle in her eyes as she gently exhaled the smoke from the joint right back into my face. Without a word, she took another deep hit, and then turned the joint around so the flame was inside her mouth, placed her face and lips up to mine and gave me a double barreled "shotgun" with the smoke from her lungs and the smoke from the joint.

While I was trying bravely to not to cough my lungs out, she calmly removed the joint from her mouth, handed it back to me, and gently said, "Follow me." Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked away.

She was almost twenty feet away before I recovered sufficiently to start after her. As I walked behind her, her hips swayed gently in her Levis, and she seemed to glide across the grass towards the parking lot nearby. She never looked back to see if I was behind her, but she seemed to know I was there. As we approached the parking lot, I caught up with her, and tried to say "Hello." I tried, but my mouth seemed paralyzed. My lips were numb, and my throat dry and parched. Instead of "Hello", what emerged was more of a meaningless moan or sigh. Without pausing in her purposeful stride, she looked up at me and started to slowly unbutton her blouse. 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing as first her top button and then the next and the next slowly came undone. Her braless beautiful breasts bounced gracefully, and her nipples started to grow as I watched, pushing the thin fabric of her blouse further outward. 

Just as she undid the last button on her blouse, we arrived at the side door of her van. In what appeared to be a single movement, she slithered out of her blouse and into the door of her van. She turned to look at me as I stumbled into her van, and I found myself eyeball to nipple with the most incredible sight. Her breasts were full and round, but without a trace of sagging, and her nipples were almost an inch long!

She reached out to me and took the joint from my hand. Somehow an ember was still burning, and she soon had it glowing brightly. She inhaled deeply, and then pulled my head to her and kissed me deeply, exhaling her smoke-laden lungs into mine. 

Without letting go of my head, she slowly leaned back into the large couch-like seat in the rear of her van, and guided my mouth to her breasts. As I sucked gently on her nipples, I felt them harden to the touch of my lips; and as I licked and kissed her breasts and belly, I felt her hands reaching between my legs and gently but firmly caressing my now raging hard-on. Somehow, she unbuckled and unzipped my pants with what seemed a single, smooth movement, and placed one hand firmly on my cock while with the other, she gently stroked the base of my balls.

I was starting to unbutton her pants to pull them off her before it dawned on me that the door to her van was still wide open, and that I was bare-assed naked in the broad day light of the parking lot. I started to reach up to close the door, but she seemed to anticipate my movement and squeezed my cock and balls so tightly I could not possibly move towards the door without suffering a major amputation.

Feeling a mixture of pain, fear, confusion and lust, I looked into her eyes, and she just smiled softly and warmly. With one hand, she let go of my balls and placed it on the back of my head, firmly but gently guiding my lips to hers.

Somehow, her pants seemed to just disappear. Did I remove them without knowing it, did she, or did they simply float away? Given what had happened so far, I wasn't really inclined to spend too much time or energy trying to figure it out; instead, I found my head between her legs, sipping her nectar from the trough of life. 

As our lust mounted, so did we, and with her legs wrapped tightly around my back, I rode her for all I was worth, erupting like a volcano to the feel of her fingernails in my back, her tongue in my throat, and her vaginal muscles squeezing and massaging my pecker more tightly than my hand ever could.

We just lay there, locked in each other's arms for what seemed like hours, staring into each other's eyes without saying a word, until she finally she gently pushed me away and slid the door shut and got into the driver's seat. It was still daylight, and we were both still naked as she started the van and drove out of the parking lot. For a moment, I thought of my own car, and wondered whether it be OK until I got back. But being a student of the moment, I quickly let go of my fears and slid into the front seat to enjoy the ride.

As she drove, it occurred to me that she had spoken only two magical words to me since the moment we met. I didn't know her name, or anything about her except what I had experienced with her; and I had no idea where she was taking me. She seemed to sense my thoughts, because she looked over to me and smiled softly and deeply. And the twinkle that appeared again in her eyes was all the explanation I needed.

As she drove through traffic, it seemed somehow that she was invisible to the other drivers. Her hair was streaming in the breeze, her breasts swaying to the rhythm of the road, and her nipples still hard and erect; but none of the other drivers seemed to be aware of her presence. It was a truly amazing mixture of feelings. The excitement of driving stark naked, the afterglow of some of the most amazing sex I had ever experienced, and the almost mystical feeling of safety she seemed to create with her extreme confidence and poise blended together to create an other-worldly experience even stranger than some of the LSD trips I took in my younger days.

After about twenty minutes, we arrived at a house in the suburbs, and she pulled the van right into the garage, shutting the door behind her with the remote control in the van. Without bothering with her clothes, she smiled at me, got out of the van and walked into the house. I followed her in, only to see her walk out the back door into her fenced in back yard, and then right into the large, inviting swimming pool in the middle of the yard. 

I didn't need a second invitation to follow her into the deep end. As I swam up to her, she slid beneath the waters, and wrapped her mouth around my cock. The cold of the water had shriveled me up, but in barely a moment, her mouth had me hard as a baseball bat again.

Instead of surfacing in front of me, as I expected, she let go of my cock, and then swam under me and to the edge of the pool. With body movements that were strong, but smooth and graceful, she glided out of the water and lay down on a large blanket on the lawn. Slowly spreading her legs, she started stroking her pussy with the fingers of one hand while she caressed her breasts and nipples with the other.

Unable to move, I floated in the water, transfixed by her beauty, passion and grace, watching intensely as she brought her self to one orgasm after another, her juices erupting from her pussy in pulsating bursts. I felt my body almost levitate from the pool and found my mouth opening and my tongue probing deeply into her throbbing pussy, and I drank again and again from her fountain of passion. 

She twisted her body and in a single move, swallowed my entire cock. I felt the head of my penis slide deeply down her throat, and felt her lips lock and slide up and down on the base of my cock. With her hands, she spread my legs, and stroked my balls and my anus, circling her finger nails around the super sensitive skin of between them. 

It seemed like only moments before I came again, deeply in her throat. As I did, she too climaxed, spraying my face and mouth with a torrent of her juices.

After a time, we lay side by side, staring into each other's eyes. I wanted to speak, to ask her name, anything; but each time I started, her eyes commanded me to silence. Before long, I was asleep in her arms, only to wake up alone to the feeling of cold evening air on my naked body.

I got up and walked into the house, and followed the sound of music until I found her in her bedroom, standing before the mirror as she brushed her hair. She was dressed in a black cotton top with thin spaghetti straps that seemed to want to fall off her shoulders. It was thin and tight, and I could clearly see the outline of her soft nipples and full breasts. 

She wore a white linen skirt that fell almost to her knees and buttoned up the front. Only half of the buttons were buttoned. The skirt was thin and smooth, and it was clear as she moved that she wore nothing beneath it.

My clothes were laid out neatly on her bed, but my underware were missing. Somehow, I knew they weren't missing by accident. She offered me a tooth brush and a towel, and nodded towards the bathroom. 

The warm shower felt wonderful but I didn't stay in for long. I quickly brushed my teeth and hair, and then dressed for what I couldn't even imagine was coming.

We were in her van, backing out of her driveway, when she looked at me and said, "Do you like French?" Since she already knew I liked French loving, I could only assume she meant French cooking, so I smiled and said, "Of course."

Not wanting to break the mode, I honored the silence until we arrived at a small but very expensive French restaurant.As we entered, the host recognized her immediately, smiled and guided us to a booth in the corner. Strangely, he didn't offer us a menu, and nobody asked us for our drink orders; but in a few moments, both food and wine simply appeared. 

As she lifted her wine glass, she turned to me in a toast, and said, "To spontaneous, exciting, outrageous, passionate sex!" Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she stared intensely into mine, and drank deeply from her glass. As she drank, I noticed that the straps to her top had both fallen off her shoulders and that her nipples were clearly protruding through thin fabric. It seemed as if her breasts were even larger than before, and her top seemed to shrink as she breathed. Somehow, by softly moving only her arms and shoulders, her top started to work its way downwards on her breasts until her hard nipples were only a fraction of an inch from being exposed. 

I watched in fascination as her right hand reached into her lap and slowly unbuttoned one button and then another. With each button, her skirt opened further, exposing more and more of her tall, elegant legs beneath the table until I was looking at the very tops of her legs. One more button, and her pussy would be fully exposed!

But before she could complete her act of public undressing, the waiter arrived with our main course. Although he couldn't see what was happening under the table, her breasts and almost exposed nipples were enough to catch his attention. I watched with amusement as a tent pole materialized in his pants, and he slipped and almost dropped her plate into her lap.

Her eyes traveled directly to his obvious erection and seemed to lock on like fire control radar, as she leaned forward across the table to pick up her wine glass. As she grabbed her glass, it seemed to slip from her fingers and drop onto the table. The full glass of white wine splashed onto her almost naked chest and soaked her thin top and drenched her lap.

Her reaction appeared to be a natural one: she pulled back and stood up, all at once. But as she did, her top fell down, fully exposing her right breast. The waiter almost lost it, but recovered quickly, grabbing a napkin and quickly applying it to her now naked chest. Instead of pulling away, she leaned into his hands, and with her left hand she pulled her top up, then grabbed another napkin and started patting herself off. But with her right hand which was hidden from view of the rest of the restaurant by the waiter's body, she reached forward and grabbed his cock and gave it a big squeeze. It happened so quickly that I almost missed it, but I realized as I saw her hand move, that the spilled wine had not been an accident.

As she excused herself to go to the bathroom, the waiter seemed to be in shock. He couldn't turn around and leave the table without exposing his erection to half the restaurant, so he puttered around our table trying to clean up the mess her wine had made, all the while trying not to look me in the eye. Pretty soon, he realized that he had to take his chances and retreated towards the kitchen.

Soon afterwards, she returned to the table. Her top was back in place and the top few buttons of her skirt were closed again, but her skirt was thoroughly soaked. And white linen, when wet, is almost transparent. I could clearly see the outline of her bush as she walked through the restaurant towards me, and I am sure that everyone else in the restaurant could too. A little light flashed on inside my head, as I realized that this fabulous woman who's name I still didn't know, but who's body I had thoroughly explored was a brazen exhibitionist of the first order. And all my adult life, I had fantasized about meeting and watching her!

As she sat down, I looked into her eyes and smiled deeply and confidently as I placed my left hand onto her thigh and slowly unbuttoned her skirt again. And this time, I didn't stop until it was entirely unbuttoned and lying open on the seat. As I gently stroked her upper thighs, she spread her legs slightly to give me access to her pussy. I dipped my finger into her vagina and twirled it around, then removed it and placed it on her lips. 

"Follow me," I said, as I got up and headed towards the front door of the restaurant. I gave the cashier $100 which more than covered what we had already eaten, even given their expensive prices, and walked out the door. This gave her time to get a couple buttons in place on her skirt and follow me out the door and into the parking lot. But instead of getting into her van, I crossed the parking lot and lead her into a crowded bar playing good but not too loud music. The bar had two stories, with an open dance floor in the middle. 

I lead her onto the dance floor and we started to dance. Her hips moved so smoothly and sensously that her whole body seemed to ooze with passion. As she danced, the straps fell off her shoulders and her top started working its way down her breasts. Then she moved in just the right way so her right breast became fully exposed. I was watching another couple watch her as this happened, and their eyes almost popped out of their heads. But she just calmly reached down and pulled herself back together, only to repeat the performance several more times in the ensuing dances.

After awhile, we needed a break, so we worked our way to a corner booth upstairs, where we immediately started to make out like a couple of teen-agers. She was all over me, and in just a couple of moments, she slid to the floor underneath the table, pulled my cock out and swallowed it whole. As she was sucking me off, a waitress came up and asked me for my order. Either she didn't see what was happening right below her eyes, or she chose to ignore it, but she didn't seem to miss a beat. 

But the two guys at the table across the way didn't miss what was going on. Although they tried to act casual, they just about broke their necks trying to follow the action.

I looked down at her and smiled, and she looked back at me as she sucked. I told her she had an audience and tilted my head to indicate the two guys at the nearby table. She smiled and I saw that twinkle appear in her eye, and I knew something was about to happen. With her left hand, she exposed and started stroking her left breast. Then she took her mouth off my cock, and turned to face the two guys directly. She stared them right in the eye while she caressed her boob with one hand and my cock with the other, then she calmly returned to feeding on my cock. 

I watched them watch her, and they were now totally hooked. No more pretense. They turned to focus their entire attention on the show we were putting on, and I felt myself coming once again. 

As I climaxed into her mouth, she let some of my cum drip down her mouth and onto her chest. She rubbed it into her boobs, and then reached between her legs and stroked herself just briefly, all the while staring straight at the two guys across the way.

Pulling her top up, she emerged from beneath the table, stood up in front of me and took my hands in hers. Pulling me to my feet, she looked at all three of us and said, "Follow me."

Follow Me...



The drive to work was a mundane one, the same 32 miles, the majority on a dual carriageway and insufferably dull. I made the journey 5 days a week and had done so since April when I had started my new job as a manager of a team in Birmingham. It was a good job, perhaps not the most exciting but a good job nevertheless. 

I tended to try to beat the morning traffic, I knew that if I left before 7am I could be in around 8am. If I left it much later, everything seemed to back up and I could struggle on occasions to get there for 9am. So after a few months I dropped into a routine, get up, shower and shave, cup of tea and some cereal and then in the car in time to catch the 7 o'clock news. I drive a black Ford Focus, mid range, but comfy enough and very economical. I had been single since my separation the previous year, we had grown apart after 20 years of being together. My wife was in a new relationship but we remained good mates -- we'd had plenty of good times together but simply worn each other out.

Even with the early start there was always a slight back up, one stretch of the journey had recently had installed a 60mph speed limit, it is for about 5 miles and it is controlled by average speed cameras. The result being that everyone drops their speed to 63/64 mph and we all cruise along together, variously passing each other very slowly. At the end there is a large island and as the two lanes approach it, there is invariably a 3 -- 400 yard queue. It moves fairly quickly but it is a bit frustrating, at that time in the morning you just want to get across the island, back onto the quicker part of the dual carriageway and into work.

I first noticed her about a month ago, I think she passed me first, on the 60 mph section, she cruised past me a couple of mph quicker than me. She was in a 4x4 so was a bit higher up but I could see that she was blonde -- platinum blonde, pretty and her nails were immaculate as she gripped the steering wheel. It was a couple of days later that I saw her again, once more she cruised past me, this time she had more than got my interest, so once she had pulled in front of me and slowed slightly I gradually pulled out and passed her. She didn't seem to notice me checking her out, her hair was just beyond shoulder length and there appeared to be a healthy swell of her chest. She was well tanned and perfectly made up with pale pink lip-gloss and French manicured nails. As we approached the roundabout she stayed behind me so I continued to check her out in the mirror. She didn't notice at all, but I enjoyed the view and it made my journey brighter. Eventually though the traffic moved and we crossed the roundabout. Once on the faster section she soon pulled out and zoomed past me, she would be at work before me for sure.

About a week later I saw her again, this time there was an accident ahead and we were backed up. I was fed up but had the radio on high and was singing along to Meatloaf. As we crawled along, I glanced sideways and there she was, my vision of beauty, also singing along as Meat belted it out. This time we both glanced at each other at the same time, realised we both been caught singing along without a care in the world. The banality of it tickled us both and we both stopped and laughed almost apologetically. She had a beautiful smile and laugh it was just a random moment, we sort of waved at each other and looked away -- concentrate on the road I thought. I had though been able to hold the glance long enough to confirm my fleeting view of before that she did indeed have a full chest, her seatbelt was stretched across and between her breasts and they filled her blouse impressively. Once past the roundabout though, she was off again, I began to wonder where she worked. 

I looked out for her as I drove home but never saw her. The following morning I followed the usual routine got into the car just in time for the news, and set off to work. I kept checking the mirror looking out for the red 4x4 and my anonymous blonde but there was no sign, I wondered where she was and where she worked. 

It was 2 weeks last Friday when I saw her again, I was almost into the city when she whizzed past me, I had a bit of time so I thought I would try to see where she was going. As we got into the centre it was easy to see where she was going the bright red Kuga stood out a mile. I had reached my normal parking area and was just about to pull in and park up when saw her indicating left. What the hell, I could always do a loop around, so I carried on a little further and turned up the same street. Just in time, I saw her pull into a private underground garage. She sure had my interest. 

The day didn't go as planned, I was looking to get away at 3pm but was told early on that I was needed in a meeting with the boss at 4pm. That was likely to go on until at least 5, still that meant I had the opportunity for a leisurely lunch. It was a lovely late spring day so I decided to walk into the square and grab a sandwich and a juice. I was sitting there minding my own business when she walked straight into the coffee shop. A couple of minutes later she came out clutching a sandwich and a coffee. It was busy but there were a few spare tables, but she came straight over to me. 

"Hi" she said, "I think we have sort of met but then again we haven't, I'm Penny." 

"John" I mumbled, "please, feel free", I gestured to the empty seat.

She was even more beautiful than I had realised, petite -- about 5'2" but with a gorgeous figure. Her full breasts filled her silk blouse and pushed out the lapels of her navy suit jacket nicely, she had tight matching trousers on that were immaculately tailored. As she bent to put her bag on the floor, I had an excellent view of her behind, round and homely. A perfect shape for me, I started to wonder what it would be like to fuck her in the shower.

I was brought back to earth when I caught her say something about Radio 2. 

"Sorry" I said,

"So you listen to Radio 2 on the way in as well do you?" she asked

"Yes, sorry, I was miles away, I'm afraid I do, can't say my singing is up to much though, probably as well we were in separate cars, it could have been a painful experience for you." 

"Really?" she said with a mischievous grin, "I might have enjoyed that."

We chit chatted whilst we ate our sandwiches and drank our coffee, I learned she was a lawyer, loved her job, hated her journey and was single and had a teenager lad who had just gone off to college. I was doing the calculations, he had to be 18 minimum, she really didn't look old enough...

"39 " she said, as if reading my mind, "It's my fortieth in 3 weeks." 

I managed to mumble something about her not looking a day over 25 and that all his friends must love coming around to see him. She laughed and there was a definite twinkle in her eyes. We continued chatting, it seemed very natural and easy to talk to her and the conversation became increasingly flirtatious, she certainly had my interest! Before we knew it though it was time to get back to work. I thanked her for sharing lunch with me and I promised to carry on singing -- with the windows very firmly closed.

I went back to work a spent most of the afternoon wondering whether we really had made a connection, whether there was an opportunity and whether we would meet again. 

The 4pm meeting was a bind, too many people have too much too say and not making much sense, my thoughts kept drifting, especially when the Assistant Director popped a button and revealed a little too much cleavage -- nice but not as good as my goddess from the coffee shop.

Finally I got away at 5.20pm, right at the peak of the rush hour. I crawled out of the city and finally made it to the dual carriageway but it was still slow. I had the radio for company though and was looking forward to a cool beer once I got home. Then the traffic news came on, accident on the road I was on, one lane blocked and long delays -- it was right ahead of me, no chance of escaping it, the traffic was already drawing to a halt. Ah well, nothing I can do about it but to sing-a-long. I moved about a mile in 30 minutes, the outside lane seemed to be moving a little faster though, I kept checking out the drivers as the meandered past. And then there she was -- her 4x4 gradually came up alongside -- I was singing to Tom Jones - so was she, we exchanged glances, and laughed -- shrugged shoulders at each other and smiled again. Then, without warning she looked straight at me and mouthed very clearly "Follow me!". 

I just nodded, and we both smiled, her lane moved and I managed to pull in behind her. My mind raced ahead -- I wondered what she had in mind and I felt a definite stirring.

The traffic took an age but finally we cleared the accident and began to build up speed, it was difficult to keep up with her, but I just about managed it. Eventually she indicated left and slowed slightly to take the exit. I followed at a reasonable distance wondering what she had planned I didn't think for a minute about the risks of following a complete stranger into a part of the town I was not familiar with. She continued for a couple of miles and then indicated right and turned into a modest modern housing estate. Her car slowed again and she turned into a drive in front of a detached house. There was space on the drive for two cars, so I pulled right alongside. I looked over and smiled, she smiled back grabbed her bag and stepped out of the car and walked to the front door. I jumped out of the car, trying to gather my thoughts. 

"Quick" she whispered, "don't let all the neighbours see."

I stepped into the house and she closed the door behind me, dropping her bag onto the low table next to the door. She walked past me and started to climb the stairs, I stood rooted to the spot. A few steps up, she stooped, looked over her shoulder straight at me and whispered "Follow Me!" 

I started after her. I was now fully aroused. At the top of the stairs, I caught her shoulder, she turned and I bent my head to kiss her. She inclined her neck to me and our lips met. It was a gentle caress, a brush of our lips. My hands reached behind her and I held her to me, and I slipped my hand beneath her hair and to the back of her head. We kissed again, more urgently this time, our mouths parted and our tongues touched. Her body was pressed against mine, my erect cock was straining in my trousers, she must have felt it as we held each other tightly, it was pressed firmly into her tummy. She broke our kiss and pulled me through the door and into the master bedroom. We grabbed each other again and kissed, deeply, moving towards the bed. The backs of my knees hit the bed and I fell back onto it. She stood up from me, I reached for her. 

"Wait" she said and stepped away from me. "I'll be back in 2 mins. There is another bathroom on the landing if you need it." I almost ran to the bathroom. I figured I ought to pee and clean up. But it was mighty difficult with a rock hard cock. 

Eventually though I managed it, had a quick rinse of water, kicked of my shoes and jacket and went back to the bedroom. I sat back on the bed. Within a minute or so she appeared from the en suite. A stunning vision of beauty. Her suit jacket and trousers were gone, her hair cascading over her ivory silk blouse that had several buttons undone, her bra had disappeared as well but the fabric of her blouse was still stretched taut by the swell of her breasts, the outline of her nipples clearly visible through the silky blouse. Her knickers were plain and white but high legged and she had kept her heels. She had re-done her make and her lips looked so kissable. She walked towards me as I sat at the end of the bed. I started to rise to meet her but she pushed me back and sat astride me as we kissed again. My hands ran up and down her back under her blouse, allowing my fingernails to lightly scratch and tickle her back, from the nape of her neck down to the tops of her knickers. We continued our deep kiss, tongues battled each other. Her chest was pushing into mine and she was grinding herself onto me. 

Then she stopped, pulled herself off of me and stood in front of me. He blouse still fastened by a few buttons. 

"Stand up" she said. I rose and reached for her. 

"No," she said, "stand still, you have too many clothes on." 

She reached up to the knot on my tie and pulled it open, she dragged the tie and pulled it out from around my neck. 

"That may come in useful later," she said as she dropped it to the floor. 

She began to unbutton my shirt, from the top down pulling it out from my trousers as she went as she was doing this I unfastened the cufflinks and dropped them on the bed. Once undone she pulled it off from my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her fingers now went to my belt, expertly she pulled the leather strap out of the buckle and unfastened it. She popped the button on the trousers and slowly, so slowly worked the zipper down. My trousers fell to the floor and I was stood there in front of her in my socks and tight boxers, massive hard on jutting out of the front and a large spot of precum at the tip of my cock. 

Now it was my turn, I tipped her chin up to my face and kissed her. At the same time I began to unbutton the few buttons left on her blouse. As that slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor, her breasts were magnificent, well rounded firm and topped off with large brown nipples that stood out to a point about half an inch proud. I ran the backs of my nails around the edges of her breasts, I so wanted to grab and squeeze them but wanted to savour this. Gradually I worked my fingernails inwards in a circular motion until I was circling her nipples. The skin of her nipples reacted and firmed up, if anything her buds grew larger. Finally I gently scraped my nails across the tops of her nipples, he legs buckled and she groaned. She fell onto the bed and I alongside her, ridding myself from my socks as quick as I could. We lay facing each other and we kissed, whist we did so my free arm was caressing her, down the middle of her back, across her shoulders, tickling the nape of her neck, running down her legs as far as I could reach, along her bum, lightly tickling and scratching either side of the material of her knickers. 

I moved over her propping myself up on one arm, allowing my access to the front of her body. I alternated the tickling and light scratching along her tummy and beneath her breasts, again circling her nipples, though again avoiding touching them. I ran my fingertips across the top of her knickers, so close to her pubis and then away again, sweeping my fingers down her legs and back up her inner thighs, teasing and avoiding her most sensitive areas. Her breathing had deepened now and she lay on the bed, hair splayed, chest heaving. I gently leant over and kissed her and then moved my mouth lower, placing little kisses onto her chin and beneath it onto her throat. I gently licked and kissed her earlobes and then onto each shoulder. My tongue moved down towards her breasts kissing and lapping gently around each nipple. Finally I could resist no longer taking each nipple in to my mouth in turn, swirling it over the firm bud, gently grazing my teeth over each as she arched her back and moaned in appreciation. 

I started to move lower and her breathing increased in anticipation. At her bellybutton I swirled my tongue around the outside of it before dipping it in and lapping causing her to whimper as it tickled her. I carried on lower, now my eyes were focussed firmly on the tight white knickers that covered her pussy. I hooked my finger into either side and gradually began to lower them. Her hips rose simultaneously to allow me to remove them and finally I knelt between her legs, the glory of he pussy in my view. Her bush was well trimmed, light coloured and wispy but around her lips she was smooth and hairless. Her outer lips were puffy and engorged, a trickle of juice ran down over her perineum and onto her little hole. It was absolutely stunning. I lowered my head and gently flicked her lips with my tongue, barely touching them. She immediately flinched and took a sharp intake of breath. I flicked out again, this time a little more purposefully, flicking my tongue from side to side over the length of her slit. 

Gradually her lips began to part slightly and as they did I had a wonderful musky aroma fill my nose as the juices of her arousal were exposed. I needed to taste her sweetness so dipped my tongue right into to the warmest and wettest part, running her juices up and down her slit but all the time avoiding her clit. I tongued her in and out and tasted her sweet juice, coating her pussy lips and my face with it. Her breathing had increased, she was close, and I began, ever so gently to flick her clit with my tongue. Side to side and up and down I flicked my tongue over it at top speed. I felt her hand on my head, guiding me and urging me on. I slowly increased the pressure, flicking and licking harder. She was close now, her breathing had increased and she was thrusting her hips towards my face. I continued to lick and lap as quickly and as hard as possible, barely pausing to take a breath. Then it hit her, she bucked and screamed and came on my face. A shuddering orgasm that seemed to take her breath away. 

I stayed where I was as her legs gripped my head until she relaxed as the orgasm subsided. I pulled my head away a little and gazed in awe at her beautiful gaping pussy, lips spread with a bright pink slit soaked with juices and my saliva. It was pulsing gently. I blew on it gently and watched it contract and throb as I did so. I dipped my head and started to kiss it ever so gently, she moaned and sighed with pleasure. I kissed and nibbled all around before dropping my tongue to her ass hole, a few little flicks on that and she was trembling again. I continued to lap away, steadily increasing the pressure and then gradually I raised my tongue back up her slit up to her engorged clit, as my tongue flicked over it there was an instant response and her back arched again, her hips driving her pussy onto my face, I licked and lapped and flicked again until with a scream and a moan another huge orgasm crashed through her body, she shuddering as she shrieked as she clamped her legs around my face. I could barely breathe until at last she subsided and went limp. 

Of course I was anything but limp but she was spent. She beckoned me up to her and kissed me deeply tasting her own juices in mouth and on my face. We hugged tightly and said nothing, she was complete in my arms and I knew I had to be patient. 

After a while, probably about twenty minutes she pushed herself off me and went to the bathroom calling for me to follow. I heard the shower running so I went to join her. It was a great big power shower with plenty of room for two. She kissed me deeply and began to wash her hair. I took over, massaging her head as I rubbed the soapy shampoo through her hair. I took the gel and soaped her back down beneath the crack of her bum and her legs. I reached around her soaping her breasts, finally squeezing each of them and rolling her nipples between my thumb and fingers. My hands worked lower between her legs and I soaped her twat, running my fingers through her pubic hair and along her slit. My cock was once again back to full attention and was pressed between her arse cheeks into the small of her back. As I continued to caress her pussy she turned and kissed me before moving her mouth to my chest, licking and biting my nipples. Her hands were now on my cock and balls, pulling the foreskin back and scratching my balls. "Condom?" I asked. 

"In the bedroom," she whispered, "but I have something else in mind first' she continued and with that she slid down my body and knelt in front of me. 




Follow Me...



As the hot water from the shower cascaded over us both she tentatively began to lick the tip of my cock, before circling her lips around the head of my cock and slowly easing it into her mouth. Now I don't have a big long cock, but it is very thick and she was struggling to get it into her mouth. As I looked down at her I could see that her mouth was open as wide as it could be to accommodate me. Slowly she started to bob up and down whilst all the time I could feel her tongue swirling over the head of my prick. It was a delicious sensation, enhanced by the warm water crashing over us both and her fingernails lightly scratching and tickling my thighs and bum. She increased her pace. 

"Please" I said, "I can't hold out much longer, if you don't stop I'm going to come." 

That only seemed to spur her on and she began to move even faster, her hand tickling my balls as she bobbed up and down on my cock. "Oh god," I exclaimed, "I'm coming" and with that my knees buckled as I felt the semen erupt from me spurt after spurt shot out. She managed to take most of it in her mouth but the rest fired over her neck, throat and breasts. I was totally done. She stood up and I took her into my arms and gave her the deepest of kisses. 

"Wow" was all I could muster. 

We rinsed off in silence then grabbed a large towel to wrap ourselves in before staggering back into the bedroom. We fell onto the bed and wrapped ourselves in each other's arms. I gentle caressed her wet hair as she rest her head on my chest and I felt myself dozing off as her breathing matched mine and we drifted off to sleep. 

I awoke after what seemed to be half an hour or so, she was still sleeping, I gently disentangled myself, moved her head to a pillow and went of to the bathroom to relieve myself. On my return she was stirring. I kissed her gently on her forehead and ran my fingers down her front, over her breasts, lightly tickling her tummy. "Mmmm" she said as she wriggled and slowly opened her legs as my hand moved lower. I let the backs of my finger trace an imaginary circle on her tummy and gradually moved it lower until my fingers were running through her pubic hair gently tickling her mound. She pushed her hips towards my fingers and I ran my index finger down her slit, parting her lips. Her wetness and arousal were readily apparent and I dipped a finger into her pussy before lifting it up to lick of the juices. She was so sweet, I had to taste her again, so I scooted around to the foot of the bed and lay between her legs. My tongue parted her lips further and I lapped away at her juices, running my tongue from top to bottom, flicking at her perineum and then up to her clit. 

She moaned quietly and as my hands traced upwards to her breasts they were met by hers as she was twisting her nipples. I concentrated on giving her an enormous orgasm, gradually increasing my pace and then slowing again, teasing her clit and exploring the soft warm folds of her pussy. Steadily her arousal built and I increased pace and pressure on her clit. I was barely breathing myself as I focussed on tonguing her clit. Within a matter of minutes her back arched and she let out a out groan as her orgasm crashed through her, her legs gripping my head as she spasmed through a huge cum. As she relaxed, I raised my head and met her gaze. 

"Wow" she said with a broad grin on her face. "Condoms, top drawer, bedside cabinet, please fuck me, fuck me hard!" 

I hopped of the bed, erection bobbing in font of me. I pulled open the drawer, located the condoms and quickly rolled one down over my cock. 

Back on the bed, I grabbed a pillow and raised her hips before kneeling between her legs that were stretched wide. Slowly I ran the tip of my cock up and down her slit, lubricating the tip of it with her juices, then I started to ease my prick into her. She was incredibly tight and hot, I withdrew slowly and then eased in some more, trying to be gentle. 

"Please," she said, "Just fuck me hard and fast". 

With that I slammed into her eliciting a massive shriek from her. But she wanted it hard and fast so I began banging her as hard as I could. Her arms pulled me on top of her and I felt her nails clawing at my back as I slammed into her as fast as I could, going as deep as my balls would allow. I knew I would not last and as she continued to scratch at my back I thrust a few more times before letting out a groan of my own as I came and came and came. 

I was almost delirious with pleasure as I continued to spurt into the condom inside of her. As I relaxed and started to come to me senses, I felt her kissing my neck and shoulder. I opened my eyes looked into her eyes and kissed her deeply. I felt my cock slip from her, so unwillingly I jumped from the bed and went to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. When I came back she was snuggled beneath the duvet, I slipped in behind her, spooning her and nuzzling her neck. We were silent, I think we were both totally sated. We both drifted in and out of sleep and I awoke to find her slipping into a robe. Outside it was getting dark. 

"I'm afraid, I haven't got a robe big enough for you." She said. 

"No problems" I mumbled, "I suppose I ought to be going, thank you and wow!" 

"I'll get us some water whilst you dress." she said as I began to hunt for my clothes. 

I dressed and met her downstairs, I certainly needed the water. She still looked so beautiful, small slim, no make up, just naturally beautiful. I was unsure whether I was about to be dismissed and that would be that. She broke the silence by simply saying "Mobile number? I'll text you." 

We swapped numbers and I kissed her again briefly as I left. "Don't hang around on the front" she said, "neighbours..." I set off and made my way back to the main road and set off for home. As I drove, my 'phone bleeped. I glanced down at it.

# You left your tie, I told you I could think of a good use for it!! Bring another!! Sunday? X Penny #

I drove home with a huge grin on my face!!



Follow Me Down Scene 01



Author's Note: I know this is a bit tame, but I promise to write more hardcore stuff in the future! ;)

Named after Follow Me Down by The Pretty Reckless

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"Kneel." Ian's words echoed in her ears, and she obeyed.

This was no longer new to Vanessa. Not that she was "used to it" per say, but she was more ready when he wanted her. When he wanted not only her, but the submissive part of her. It was a delicate thing, this control he had over her. One wrong move and it could - would, break her. Her whole spirit.

She jumped slightly as his hands grabbed her wrists, gently but firmly. It was definitely true what they say, Vanessa thought to herself. Your senses get heightened when you no longer have your sight. She was currently wearing one of those silk "sleep masks" around her eyes. He had put it on her, of course. He wanted her to FEEL what he was doing. He wanted to have the advantage here. She heard the metal CLICK of the handcuffs snapping onto her wrist behind her.

Ian's smooth voice made her bite her lip gently. "Trust me?" It was a question.

When she spoke, her voice was so hoarse with need that it sounded like a whisper. "Of course."

She felt his smile deep in her soul, even if she couldn't see it. She loved pleasing him. The click of the other handcuff on her wrist made her shiver in anticipation. Ian ran his fingertips up her back slowly from behind, until he reached her hair. He grabbed a fistful and pulled her head back so her lips met his. She moaned softly into his mouth. As Vanessa started to really get into it, Ian pulled his lips back and she pouted.

Ian stood straight up and circled Vanessa like the predator he was. He stopped in front to her, smiling at the masterpiece he created before him. His lover, his life, kneeling naked on the hardwood floor, blindfolded, and with her hands handcuffed behind her back. The sight was absolutely lovely.

So lovely, in fact, that he hardened immediately.

He smiled and gripped his hard cock, stepping closer to press it against her lips. She had to stretch up a little bit to reach him, but she did like a good little sub. She stuck her tongue out and licked the tip gently. He pulled away suddenly, making her whimper and lick her lips.

He smiled and said, "Open up, Lover."

Vanessa smiled and opened her mouth. Such a pretty little mouth, Ian thought. And he couldn't wait to fill it.

He slide the bottom of his tip against her tongue, moving it in and out, causing her tongue to massage one of his most sensitive parts. He suddenly slid his dick into her mouth, her moaning causing vibrations through his shaft. She began to go to work on his cock, her tongue massaging the underside, while her hot, wet mouth moved back and forth.

"Mmmm..." Ian smiled, brushing her hair away from her face. "That's my good girl."

After a few minutes of sucking, her saliva caused his dick to become slippery, and he pulled it out slowly. They were both breathing hard, both hot and ready. But they had to wait. Those were the rules.

Ian grabbed her arms and pulled her upright, only letting go when he knew her shaky legs were steady enough to hold her. He smiled and gently pushed her shoulder, telling her to move. She stopped when she hit the edge of the bed. He helped her onto the bed and whispered, "Get up on your knees."

She obeyed, the side of her head resting on the many fluffy pillows beneath her.

He positioned himself on his knees behind her and pressed his leaking cock to her bare pussy. He usually had her shave while in the shower so she was silky smooth when he went down on her.

Vanessa moaned and pushed her hips back.

SMACK! Ian's hand came down hard on her ass. "No moving." He ordered. "You move, and I stop."

THAT was a punishing smack on her ass. His pleasure spanks are much, much more fulfilling. 

He slowly slid inside of her, making them both moan in unison. Ian began pumping his cock in and out of her quickly, and Vanessa was careful not to move an inch while he did so. 

Soon, their moans echoed off the walls and the scent of sex filled the room.

"Fuck, baby!" She screamed out as he hit her g-spot again and again, her juices gushing out on every down stroke.

"Yes...that's it...scream my name!"

"IAN!" She cried out.

"Fuck!" Ian dug his nails into her hips and moved impossibly faster. He knew he was going to shoot inside of her any minute, so he quickly pulled out, causing Vanessa's juices to squirt out all over his cock and the sheets underneath them.

"Baby!" She whimpered.

"Just a little longer, Lover."

"But-" SMACK! He spanked her ass hard.

"No. Keep it up and I'll gag you."

She smirked a little.

"Is that funny?"

Her smirk dropped. "No."

"No what?"

Vanessa bit her lip, then released it, knowing he wouldn't wait long for her answer. "No, Sir."

"You didn't answer right away."

Shit. "Please, Sir. I want to moan for you."

Ian didn't say anything. She felt him reach for something beside her, his weight shifting on the bed. His weight shifted back and he put the cloth gag between her lips. She instinctively bit down on it gently like she usually did when he had to gag her - which was rare. Ian tied it behind her head and resumed his actions.

He spread her wet lower lips from behind, and smiled at how pretty and pink she was. How swollen her flesh was with need. He leaned forward and licked her clit gently, making her jump. He positioned himself behind her once again, laying his chest and stomach on her back, one hand on her left breast, the other rubbing her clit. She gasped at the feeling, then moaned. He rubbed her in small, quick circles, causing her to writhe underneath him. When he started pinching her nipples, she nearly came undone right then.

When Ian felt that she was close, he straightened and pulled his hands away from her. She cried out in protest and he spanked her again, so she kept silent, but was still breathing heavy. Suddenly, he slammed two fingers inside of her and she cried out again, but this time for a different reason. He warned her not to move again, and curled his fingers inside of her, causing her to cover his hand in her juices. He began moving them in and out of her pussy as fast as he could. She was nearly screaming behind the cloth gag. It didn't take long for her to cum, and when she did, Ian grinned and moved even faster.

"That's my sweetheart." He said as he unlocked the handcuffs, tossing them aside while Vanessa came down from her orgasmic high. He rubbed her wrists gently and rolled her over, pinning her hands above her head. Her chest was heaving, her breasts moving up and down with each breath she took. Ian leaned down and sucked on her pink nipple gently, causing her to tense and bite the cloth that was between her lips.

He looked up at her with his big, innocent eyes that had seen way too much and said, "Are you ready to have my cock deep inside you again, Love?"

She nodded fervently, which was the only confirmation he needed before he rammed his dick into her soaking pussy. He was thrusting hard and fast against her g-spot, and she was moving her hips up on every thrust and with every lift of her hips, Ian smacked her ass again and again. When he was ready to cum, he opened his eyes to look down at his lover.

"Ready for me to cum all over you?"

She nodded, smiling behind the gag.

Breathing heavy, he pumped his cock in and out, again and again, until he felt his balls tighten and he pulled out, and the feeling of her juices squirting on his cock as he did so caused him to groan and spill his cum onto her stomach and breasts.

They were both breathing heavy when he propped himself up on one arm and moved the gag away from her mouth to give her a gentle kiss.

"I love you," he said as he looked into her eyes.

She smiled. "I love you, too."

THE END



Follow Me Down Scene 02



Vanessa heard Ian open and close the front door across the house and quickly ran, naked, into the bedroom. She closed the door as softly as she could, her heart beating wildly against her chest. She was supposed to be in Ian's bedroom ten minutes ago, but she was busy putting makeup on her face to look beautiful to him. Now she was late, and Ian was going to punish her if he heard her not exactly where she needed to be when he walked in.

She tried to calm her breathing, and just as her heart rate went down, she heard Ian's footsteps behind the door, and it sped back up again. She knelt down, her back facing the door, and put the blindfold over her eyes. The doorknob slowly turned. The anticipation was killing her. He opened the door and she made a point not to turn towards him, despite being blindfolded. She remembered what happened last time.

Ian was silent as he closed the door and walked around her. She heard him opening and closing drawers, then heard the sound of his belt buckle being undone. She felt him in front of her. Suddenly, Ian took the blindfold off of her and tossed it aside.

"Hello, Vanessa."

Her big blue eyes looked up into his hazel ones. "Hi." She smiled.

Then she noticed the three things in his hands. His belt, a flogger, and a hair tie.

He handed the pink hair tie to her and she took it, putting up her dark auburn hair in a tight ponytail.

Ian smiled and took the remains of his clothes - his boxers - off. He tossed the belt on the bed and watched as her eyes followed it.

"That," he said. "Is for your punishment if you get out of line."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now, what are your safewords?

"Green, Yellow, Red."

"Good girl."

She then noticed what else was on the bed. Lots and lots of leather.

"Oh," Ian said, as if just remembering they were there. He picked up the strapless leather dress that had a rather large V in the cleavage, size small. She also noticed a pair of fishnets and size 6 ½ black stilettos.

"Stand." Ian said and she obeyed. "Put them on. I want to fuck you in them."

Vanessa instantly blushed and Ian started towards the door.

"I will be back in two minutes if those are not on, expect to be punished."

She gulped. "Yes, sir."

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Exactly two minutes later, Ian stepped back in, a glass of red wine in his hand. He set it on the end table and turned to look at his sub. He instantly hardened at the sight. She looked so damn fuckable.

He walked over to her and tilted her chin up. "I see you put makeup on for the occasion."

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

"It looks beautiful."

She smiled brightly. "Thank you."

Ian patted her head. "You're very welcome, pet."

He sat on the bed, and invited her to come over to him. She immediately obeyed. He suddenly grabbed her and bent her over his knee. Vanessa braced herself for the blow, but it never came. Instead, Ian was rubbing the backs of her fishnet-covered thighs. He moved his right hand up over her exposed ass. The leather dress was just short enough that it barely covered her. He gently squeezed her almost-bare bottom and moaned in appreciation.

He stood her up and kissed her forcefully.

"I'm only semi-hard, pet." He mumbled against her lips. 

She didn't have to be told twice. As he lay back, she knew exactly how he wanted her. She was on all fours on the bed beside him, her ass facing him and her mouth down towards his dick.

She gripped him in her hand and began stroking a little, then bent to lick at his tip. She took the head into her mouth and sucked softly, earning a moan from her master. He began stroking her head as she took him deeper the harder he became. She was hesitant, but greedy. She tried to take him down, but Ian could tell that she was afraid of her gag reflex.

"That's it, baby girl. Keep going."

She began moving faster.

He tilted his head back in pleasure and gripped her hair. She moaned and he raised an eyebrow.

My little pet likes her hair pulled? He was in pure delight.

Vanessa then hit a sensitive spot on his cock with her tongue and he gasped, at full hardness now. He gripped her hair tighter and shoved her mouth down on his cock. She moaned and whimpered in pleasure, which only got him stiffer.

He pulled on her hair to lift her head up off his cock.

She looked up at him with those innocent, wondering eyes. She licked her lips and Ian ground his teeth together in need.

He tried to compose himself, but he wasn't quite ready to have his cock out of her sweet little mouth yet. "Tell me, pet...have you ever done a 69 before?"

"Um..."

He raised his eyebrows.

"No, sir."

That made him smile.

"Get up here. Now."

"Yes, sir."

She crawled on top of him, her back facing his face. "Um..." She was hesitant, and he could tell Vanessa wasn't quite sure what to do at this point.

"Move up to me, Vanessa. So your pussy is level with my lips."

She blushed and bit her lip, but did as she was told. Ian ripped the fishnets in the crotch, making her gasp. She slowly lowered her hips down until Ian grabbed her and yanked her down to his mouth, ramming his tongue inside her wet depths.

She cried out in pleasure and her torso fell forward towards his dick. She was made for this position, he thought with a smile. Vanessa was moaning, but was still slightly skittish of this new arrangement of theirs. So he thrust his hips upward towards her face and flicked his tongue quickly up and down her clit.

"Oh!" She gasped, and bent down further to lick at his tip.

No, no, Ian thought. This gentleness was not going to do. He grabbed her dark ponytail and pulled with force while he sucked hard on her clit. Vanessa moaned loud in pain and (mostly) pleasure and he felt her juices slicken her entrance even more.

"Suck my cock, baby." Ian commanded.

"Yes, sir..." She said breathlessly, moving her hips slowly up and down his mouth and chin.

"That's my good girl." He let go of her hair, and resumed lapping at her soaking wet pussy.

"Oooh..." She moaned and took Ian's whole cock down her throat in one swallow.

"Fuck, yes, pet!"

He began sucking and licking all over her clit and entrance, and Vanessa was rubbing her pussy all over from his nose to his chin, soaking his face in her juices as she got more and more comfortable with what they were doing. She was deep-throating Ian and he was loving every moan and taste that was coming out of her.

He was just thinking it was a good thing he had a rather strong endurance or he would have cum a while ago, when she suddenly exploded with her own orgasm, her juices spilling out onto his chin and down his neck. She didn't even bite down as she did so, and she kept him in her mouth, the vibrations from her moans nearly bringing Ian to the edge himself. She was such a good little cocksucker.

"Vanessa!"

She immediately lifted her head, thinking she was in trouble.

He smiled as her face turned over her shoulder to look at him.

"Oh, honey, you're not in trouble."

She visibly relaxed, and he easily lifted her lithe body up and off of him. She shakily stood and blushed as she saw Ian licking his pussy juice-covered lips. "Mmm..."

She began breathing even harder.

"Come, pet."

She followed him to the end of the bed. He grabbed her and bent her down at the waist. He grabbed the rope out of a drawer and tied her hands to the bedpost. He smiled at her curious expression. She was past the point of being afraid of new things Ian wanted to try with her, mostly because she knew it would please him, as well as her.

He grabbed the black ottoman and placed it underneath her. He lifted her legs and placed her knees on it.

"Perfect," he purred at Vanessa and she grinned.

Ian walked over to grab the flogger and walked back to a shivering submissive. She was so ready for him.

He positioned himself behind her after making sure the rope he had tied her up with was secure. She wasn't going anywhere. He slowly entered her, groaning at her tightness. He began pounding her, her moans and the smell of sex and sweat heavy in the air.

"Mmm...IAN!" she cried out.

"Yes, pet!" He threw his head back as he thrusted into her. Once. Twice. Three times. On the fourth thrust, he gripped her hair, twisting it around his wrist and tugging on it.

"Oh, yes!" Vanessa inner walls squeezed deliciously around his twitching cock, causing him to thrust harder into her.

She began to moved her ass against him, thrusting her hips quickly backwards to meet his thrusts.

Ian dug one hand into her hip and raised the one with the flogger.

SMACK!

The flogger made contact with the part of her back that wasn't covered by the leather dress and she gasped in shock, then stopped her movements. Ian, however, did not. He continued thrusting.

"Do. Not. Move."

She shuddered and then bit her lip in pleasure. "Yes, sir."

Panting now, Ian rubbed Vanessa's ass as he fucked her. "Good girl."

The sounds of skin against skin, as well as Vanessa's moans and gasps filled the room, and Ian grinned, his balls filling.

"Does my good girl want to be spanked?"

"YES, SIR!" She moaned louder.

He smacked her fishnet-clad ass with an open palm, the loud SMACK making her gasp, then moan. He groaned in pleasure, then smacked her ass with the flogger, testing her limits.

He half expected a "yellow," but it never came.

But heaven knew he was about to.

He smacked her with the flogger once more before dropping it to the floor with a loud thud.

He gripped her hair once more, pulling her head back and leaning forward.

"You like my cock ramming into you?" He whispered in her ear, his thrusts getting more and more forceful.

"Yes, sirrrr..." She moaned.

"Good...Now cum for me."

Her mouth dropped open and she tried to lean her head forward, but he pulled her hair once more, and her inner walls squeezed him as tight as humanly possible, her juices slickened her pussy as she came hard.

"Oh, god...IAN!"

He thrusted forcefully again and again until finally, with one last thrust, he groaned her name and spilled his hot cum deep inside her.

Panting, Ian rested his head against her sweaty back.

"That's my good girl."

THE END



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Not every story is for everyone. If you don't like cheating wives, Mafia type bosses, Private Investigators and a man with a lot of mixed emotions, then this story isn't for you. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. Even though it is in chapters, the full story is here. A big 'Thank You' to WanderingScot for editing this story for me.

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Chapter 1

My name is John Miloski. I'm sitting here in my Lounge - actually it's a Gentlemen's Club - waiting for a PI (Private Investigator) friend of mine. I asked him to come incognito - I didn't want anyone to recognize him.

He was of average height and weight, bald, by choice so he could disguise himself pretty easy. In fact he came over to my table and asked me to buy him a drink. At first I was about to tell him off till I saw it was Joe, my PI friend.

We had a light crowd this evening but it was still early. Our dancers were some of the best around. They not only looked good but could really dance. Before I was married I used to fool around with a number of them. I sure missed that old part of my life but I promised my wife that she would be the only one I would have sex with.

"So John, why am I here tonight in disguise? Apparently you don't want someone here to know who I am."

"That's what I like about you Joe, always thinking. You're correct though; there is a man in booth twelve on the left side. Don't look now but I need to know more about him and soon."

"I'll take a walk to the restroom and get a picture of him on my phone. Are you going to tell me the problem or do I have to figure it out?" asked Joe.

I laughed. "He joined the club about a month or so ago. On his registration form to join the club he listed his employment as private security. The problem is I think he's following me; in fact I know he is. I could just go ask him or beat the shit out of him but I think he's working for someone. I want to know who?"

Joe was back in no time from the restroom and said he would keep in contact with me. He would do most of it by phone unless it got real personal. I told him to make sure this guy didn't know he was being followed. I did tell Joe he registered as Kent McCarty.

As I was sitting in the club, Bob Arndt sat down at my personal table. He was my lawyer who I've known for a number of years. He asked me, "Who was the guy that just left?"

I told him it was a new member who just wanted to meet me. I wasn't going to tell anyone about Joe till I knew what was going on. Not even my inner circle of friends. It was kind of funny because Bob had met Joe a half dozen times. Usually Joe wasn't in disguise.

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I need to tell you a little about me and why I might seem paranoid. My family the Miloski clan goes way back to the time of illegal businesses. My grandfather was like a Mafia leader. I hate using that word, Mafia, but it's one that readers understand or can relate too.

Granddad Miloski wouldn't think twice about knocking off a man he thought might be following him. He ran his businesses with an iron fist. He made Tony Soprano look like a boy scout. He did make money and lots of it. He led a fast paced life and died of a liver ailment.

My dad became the Don, or leader of the family. He continued the businesses but he began to legalize most of them. The Authorities tried to get him on a number of charges including tax evasion but weren't able to do it. When I got out of college he told me he wanted me to go straight.

We were selling off the illegal businesses and only keeping the legal ones. Dad is now retired and he and mom live out of the country. I keep in contact with them and dad says he's living life to the fullest. I go see them a few times a year. Only a few people in my inner circle are the only ones who know where my parents live. It's more for safety precautions than anything else.

There are families from the days of my grandfather that would like to still get even with my dad. I seem to be pretty safe here on middle ground. I own this club, a bakery and a packaging plant. We package anything for small businesses and major corporations. We pay well and give health insurance to all our employees.

I'm forty-nine and have been married three times. I have two sons by my first marriage and a daughter from my second. My sons are both vice presidents in the packaging plant. I have an uncle who is the president of the company and I totally trust him. He's my mother's brother. I'm the CEO, (Chief Executive Officer) but that's just to draw a paycheck or to make any final decisions if there is an argument.

Marlene, the first wife, and I had a knock- down, drag- out divorce. She said she was going to tell everyone about my family and I would pay deeply. I wasn't sure what to do. If she were to die unexpectedly, I would be the one they would suspect. Besides, I would still have the two boys to raise without a mother.

One day my dad went and talked to Marlene. Shortly after that she agreed to the divorce. Dad told me later he offered her a million dollars to give me the divorce and she could go her merry way. He never told her the alternative but I'm sure she knew what it was.

She moved about forty miles away. I did give her a thousand a month in child support and I saw the boys most every other weekend. Marlene got remarried to a doctor a couple of years after the divorce. We hardly ever talked unless it was about the boys. 

My second wife runs the bakery and of course my daughter helps her. It's what my wife wanted in our divorce settlement. We own the bakery fifty-fifty but I don't get too involved unless there is a problem.

Irene and I weren't married very long. She knew of my lifestyle and knew I was having sex with the women at the club among others. One day she asked for a divorce. She said she thought she could overlook my cheating but it was just too much for her. I did care for her, hell I think I loved her and she really didn't do anything wrong. When she told me that all she wanted out of the divorce was the bakery, I said okay. We get along better now than we ever did while married.

I put all three of my kids through college and made sure they were well taken care of. I may not be the type of guy most people like but at least they show their respect, at least to my face.

Oh, I forgot to mention I own an import, export business also. It's run by my cousin Gregg, but I own the business. Gregg is excellent and I do trust him. We get products in for everyone from large corporations, small businesses and even for individuals.

We're watched pretty heavily and I told Gregg to keep the products above board. His name goes on every invoice, not mine in case something should go wrong.

Now about how I met my third wife Zoey. We've been married a little over six months now. She came in and applied for a job as a dancer. Damn, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She looked so sexual. She was from Kuwait. She came here to go to college. After receiving a degree in the Arts, she could play instruments, dance and even sing, and she was looking for a job.

Her visa was good for a year but she wanted to stay in America. My friend Bob had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her. He told me one day, too bad he was married because he wouldn't mind being with Zoey.

We hired her and she was one exotic dancer. I do have to say she was good for business. The one thing I noticed was that she would flirt with the customers but wouldn't go upstairs where some big money could be made.

We never pressured any of our girls to have sex or lap dances with the customers. Some chose to because they knew they could make some really large tips. Some of our girls were pulling in over a thousand or more a week. The house got a twenty percent kickback on the tips. The customers were never told this.

We ran the most private and safest Gentlemen's club in the area. Ours girls were kept safe and our customer's privacy was of the utmost importance. Needless to say we had all the doctors, lawyers and business professionals join our club. I think every politician in the city belonged.

Back to Zoey, - whenever she wasn't on stage she was at my table. She was olive skinned and had a very, how can I say it, a very exotic or mysterious look about her. She was on the thin side but yet had quite the build. She surprised everyone when she shook her hips like a belly dancer. She could make me hard just watching her. 

I talked to her quite often about her past. Her parents were killed during the conflicts in the Middle East. She had a couple of brothers and other relatives who still lived in Kuwait. I have to say she was special. I've had sex with most of my girls. I never forced any of them and always paid them.

Zoey was different. To the best of my knowledge she never slept with anyone at the club. I will say many would have paid her dearly to get in her pussy but she wasn't interested in just anyone.

I kidded her about her maybe liking women and she told me she was with a couple of women in college but it was just for fun. She told me she liked older men. They knew what they wanted and always treated her with more respect and lasted much longer.

One day she was sitting at my table and told me that she would make love to me if I asked her. She didn't want to be paid like a whore but wanted to be touched and loved.

I have to say I was a bit surprised. The beautiful woman was half my age but I knew she didn't just want sex. She wanted a lover or boyfriend. I told her that I didn't know if I was ready to be with just one woman. I had to laugh when she told me, "That's because you've never been with me."

I had a penthouse apartment and took her home with me that night. I have to say she was right. The sex with her was like no other I've ever had. She undressed me and began to lick my cock. I don't mean a blowjob. I'm saying she made love to my cock and balls. She was even able to hold my cock and such a way that held me back from coming.

After she took off her clothes I looked at this fantastic body. She was one woman that definitely looked better naked. Breasts that weren't overly big but very firm. Big dark areoles and nipples that stuck straight out when rubbed with an ice cube.

After that first night together I had to have her at least three times a week. I didn't want any other woman. Hell, Zoey was all the woman I could handle. She always came up with new positions. My favorite was still her on top and moving up and down on my cock.

I would hold on to her hips and help her move up and down. Other times she would just rub her pussy and mound against me while I was buried in her. I could play with her beautiful tits at the same time.

Over the next few months we tried many positions and I even got her ass. Damn! It was tight. I never wore a condom and she loved it when she could feel my hot cum inside her.

I did brag about her to a few close friends. I knew it made them jealous, especially Bob. His wife was a little overweight and ran the roost when it came to sex. He paid to be with some of the girls at the club. He said it was a hell of a lot better than anything he was getting at home.

I asked him why he didn't just divorce Flo and he told me he never had a pre- nuptial agreement and she would take him to the cleaners. He did say if he could meet someone like Zoey it would be worth it.

Even though Zoey danced at the club, word got around that she was my woman and it would be best not to proposition her. After about four months she asked me if I would marry her. Her visa would be running out and she couldn't renew it again unless she went home for a while and came back.

Of course she told me she loved me and would make a good wife. Now I had kind of a problem here. I loved the sex with this woman and I know I would surely miss her. I guess it was my own kind of love.

I talked with my accountant and with Bob, my lawyer. We decided to set up a pre nuptial agreement. I left all the issues with Bob to deal with. Zoey was as happy as can be. She said she could stay in the USA and could study to become a citizen. I figured this was the main reason she wanted to get married.

She agreed to the pre nuptial agreement but asked me if I would stay true to her after we were married. I told her I was ready to settle down with one woman as long as she was honest with me. If she at any time wanted out of this marriage I would let her go. She just better not cheat on me or she would leave with nothing.

Life for me was great. Eventually Zoey stopped dancing at the club. I was tired of letting all the other men see my wife shaking her ass half naked. It's surprising how I didn't care until we were married.

She started taking classes to become a citizen and also joined the community orchestra. She played a number of stringed instruments including the violin.

We talked a couple of times a day but I stopped by my businesses regularly and didn't always get home early. She had no problem keeping busy. She even joined a health club. I belonged to it also but didn't get there very often.

We made love regularly. She never said no or disappointed me. I took her to a number of plays and other events happening in the community. I knew most guys were jealous of me and I have to say that made me feel pretty good.

About a month ago Zoey became a US citizen. We threw a party for her at the club. It was the first time she danced with so many of my friends. It almost made me jealous. That was until we got home and she made it up to me with sex. I took Viagra that night. I wanted it to last.

****

I got a call from Joe and he said he needed to see me. This Kent McCarty was indeed a Private Investigator. He had followed him following me the last two days. Once I got home he would leave.

I went out the back door of the club. Kent was still inside. Joe met me and we left in his car. "John, I don't know who he's working for but we need to plant a few bugs. He knows when you're home or gone. I figure he has bugs planted somewhere. Is your wife home now?"

"No, she has band practice right now and then will be going to exercise class."

"Let's go to your apartment and see if any bugs are set. We just have to be quite until we locate them. We'll also have to check your cell phone and vehicle."

"How would this guy get bugs planted around me like that. It doesn't make sense."

"Maybe he doesn't but we have to be sure. He's finding out where you are somehow."

We went to my apartment and Joe took out his de-bugger. We went through the whole apartment and he did find a bug in my office phone and in the kitchen phone. It bothered me that he would have been able to plant them.

Joe said we should leave them so we don't let on we know. Joe planted his own bugs. One in my office, one in my bedroom and one in the kitchen near the phone.

"John, these are a lot more powerful than the phone bugs. We'll know if anyone comes or goes out of this apartment. They will pick up any noise above a whisper in the room they're placed in."

"Joe, I don't want anyone knowing my personal business and what I do in my bedroom."

Joe laughed, "John, these are voice activated recorders. They will pick up sound for up to six hours. You will be the only one to hear them unless you want me to listen to anything specific. The actual recorder will be in the closet in your office. Just change the disks each day you see them full."

We headed back to the club. When I got there I noticed Kent was gone. Joe and I went out to my car and he used his debugger again and found a bug under my right wheel well. He said it was the type that hooked up to a GPS. It would let them know where my vehicle is at any given time.

Joe did check my cell phone and said it was bug free. It was starting to bother me. Someone wanted to know where I was at all times. I had to wonder if Zoey had anything to do with it since bugs were planted in my apartment. No one else knew the codes to get in our apartment.

Damn, I knew things were too good to be true. Now I had to keep an eye on Zoey. When she came home, everything seemed normal. She took a quick shower and we had passionate sex, just like always. She was even more vocal than usual.

"Fuck me John, fuck me, I need it, my pussy needs to be fucked John. Give me that cock. That's it, fuck me, fuck me hard," replied Zoey.

I fell asleep after we were finished. The next morning after she left I had to laugh knowing I had our love making session on tape. I never thought about it while we were having sex.

****

For the next couple of days I checked out the tapes at home. Other than our standard conversation and having sex, nothing appeared different. Joe and I met and he told me he followed Kent and told me everywhere I had been. I was starting to get pissed and was just going to corner this Kent guy and put an end to the bullshit.

"John, I found out some information you're not going to be happy with. Kent was in the service and was stationed in Kuwait. It might be just a coincidence or he might have known Zoey."

"Son of a bitch! So why doesn't she just leave me? She's got her citizenship papers now."

"First, we don't know if they are acquainted, and second we need to know why bugs are being planted. John, can you go away on business for a couple of days? I want to see if he follows you or stays here. It might tell us something."

"Sure, there's an import business Gregg wanted me to go see. They wanted to deal with us. I'll leave on Thursday and will be back on Saturday. Do you think this will tell us something?"

"I don't know but hopefully it will bring the cockroaches out of the wall. Make sure you use your home phone when you call Gregg. We want whoever is doing this to know you'll be gone. Also make sure you put in new disks on our bugs."

I did just like Joe suggested. I even asked Zoey if she wanted to go but she said she had a concert Friday night. I did tell her I'd be home sometime Saturday and expected to get laid when I got home.

She smiled at me and said, "I'll be here waiting for you with my legs spread."

Damn, I was hoping she wasn't involved but there were still too many unanswered questions. I used my office phone and let Gregg know that I would be picking him up. I called my secretary who let me know I had reservations at the Holiday Inn. I've known Susan most of my life and was one woman I really did trust.

I stopped at the club and let Bob know I would be gone for a couple of days. I also told the manager at the club. I let them know they could always reach me on my cell phone.

I was finishing my drink when Bob asked if he could use my cell phone, he said he had left his in the car. I handed him the phone and he walked away to make a personal call. He was gone for a few minutes and when I looked around for him he was coming toward me. I also noticed that Kent must not have followed me in the club today. I thought that quite odd.

Bob gave me my phone back and I went and picked up Gregg. It was nice spending time with an old friend albeit a cousin. I let Gregg drive my Lexus, I wasn't all that big on driving. I thought I would give Joe a call and let him know I was on my way.

I couldn't find my damn phone. Fuck, where the hell was it?

"What's the problem?" asked Gregg.

"I can't find my damn cell phone. The last time I used it was at your office when I left Zoey a message. Shit, I think I left it on your desk."

"Hell, don't worry about it. My secretary will find it and put it in the drawer till we get back. I'll stop at a drug store and you can get one of those cheap track phones to use till we get back."

That's what we did. I called Joe to let him know we left. I also called Zoey, leaving her a message giving her the number of my track phone. Lastly I called the club and left the number with Brad. I told him if anyone needed to get hold of me to use this number.




Follow Me, Follow You



We spent Thursday night in New York at the lounge and having dinner. Gregg found a couple of women to talk too. I was considering maybe getting a little strange myself. We were a long way from home and no one knew us. As we were buying the ladies drinks my new cell phone rang. It was Joe.

"John, just letting you know that I followed Kent. He was at the exercise club and came out with Zoey."

"Dammit!" I said. "Where did they go?"

"He followed her to the apartment but didn't go in. They stood outside and talked a few minutes. I was close enough to hear him say he would see her Friday. It may seem odd but he said he had to go to New York. Isn't that where you are?"

"Yes, I'll keep my eye out for him. Maybe he's trying to find out if I'm cheating on Zoey or something. I can't believe she would hire someone to follow me."

"John, do you want me to follow him or stay here and kind of keep a watch on Zoey?"

"Something's fishy here? Kind of keep an eye on Zoey. Something isn't right. Call me if things seem strange. In the meantime I'll keep an eye out for this asshole Kent. I've about had it with him."

Gregg and I took the women out for dinner and I told him to take the ladies up to his room and I would see him later. He left with the women and I sat in a booth just watching the people. I thought I saw a guy that looked out of place. He wore a hat and had a beard. I thought that it might be Kent but couldn't be sure.

My phone rang and it was Joe. "Yeah, what is it Joe? What's going on?"

"You said to call if something out of the ordinary happened. I saw Bob, your lawyer go into your apartment building. He was buzzed up. Do you know if he knows anyone beside you in your building? Someone he might visit?"

"No, and he knows I'm not there. He must have wanted to see Zoey for some reason. I'll call her and see what she says. You stay there and let me know how long he stays."

"Ok, but if you want me to go up there just say the word."

"Thanks Joe, but Bob would never hurt Zoey." Then it dawned on me how much Bob cared for Zoey. Surely she wasn't having an affair with him.

When I called the apartment I got the answering machine. I just left Zoey a message letting her know I missed her. I ordered another drink and as I drank it I got another call for Joe.

"John, Bob left. He stayed for about an hour or so. Is there anything you want me to do?"

"No, I called there and told Zoey to call me back when she got home. My cheap ass phone has call waiting. It's probably Zoey now. I'll talk to you tomorrow, Joe."

I hung up on Joe and took the other call, it was Zoey. "Sorry I missed your call John, I was in the shower and heard the phone ring. I figured it might be you and would call you when I got out. In fact, I'm standing here naked talking to you"

I knew some of what she said was a lie. I would find out what happened when I check my bugs on Saturday. I still told her I missed her and don't forget about our sex come Saturday.

"You mean our making love, don't you Sweetheart?" said Zoey.

"Right, I'm going to make love to that beautiful ass of yours," I replied.

After hanging up I was a bit pissed. Why was this asshole following me? Why did he follow Zoey home? How long had he known her? What did he mean when he said he would see her Friday? What was Bob doing at my apartment? Joe was right, all it took was for me to leave for the cockroaches to come out.

I had enough of this Kent guy. I went out to the garage and took his GPS bug and put it on another out of town vehicle. Let him follow someone else for awhile.

I finally said 'Fuck it' and went to Gregg's room and joined him and the ladies. A little while later I took one back to my room and fucked the shit out of her. I forgot how good strange pussy was.

Chapter 2

You have to understand that I've always lived another kind of life. There have been very few people that I have ever trusted. I had a lot of people that I considered friends but that doesn't mean I trusted them.

Joe and I go way back to high school. I've always had his back and he had mine. We even went into the service together and stayed friends. If there is one person I'd trust more than any other it would be Joe.

When I awoke Friday morning I gave him a call. I asked him to wait till Zoey left the apartment and I wanted him to go take the bugs out of the phones. I then wanted him to listen to the bugs we planted and I needed to know if there was anything I should know. Mainly I wanted to know why Bob was there.

I further told him to leave our bugs in so I would know if anything else transpired before I got home the following day.

"What's up John? Do you think you have enough information?" asked Joe.

"No, that's why I want our bugs left in. I pulled the bug on the Lexus and put it on a car going to Virginia. If this Kent fellow is following me he will be a couple of states away before he finds out." It actually made me smile.

"I also want you to go to Gregg's business and get my cell phone. Bob used it before I left for New York, I want to know who he called. I'll call you later today and you can fill me in on what you find out. I have a suspicion it's not going to be pretty."

"Ok John, whatever you want. Do you want me to trail Zoey later today?"

"No, she has that concert tonight and I don't think you want to sit through it. You might check back late this evening to see if she gets any visitors."

"Will do John, you take care. I'm sure we will get to the bottom of this mess," replied Joe.

Gregg and I drove to meet the owners of the import/export business. I didn't see any sign of being followed so I figured Kent might be on his way to Virginia about now. Our meeting went well. Gregg set up the paper work to work with this company. It would be a joint venture on new products.

It was late afternoon on Friday when Gregg asked if we could take in a gentlemen's club. It sounded good to me - I like to know how the competition operates. This particular one was pretty nice. The girls weren't as classy as the ones in my club and offered sex almost off the bat. We told them maybe later. For now we just wanted to watch the dancers and have a few drinks.

It wasn't long before Gregg was buying one of the girls drinks and had his hand on her upper thigh. I guess my cousin didn't get out all that much. I put a few folded hundred dollar bills in his hand and told him to have fun. I had other things I was thinking about.

I stepped outside for a few minutes and called Joe. "Have anything for me Joe?" I asked.

He didn't sound very happy. "Sorry John, I have news but it isn't good. I did take the bugs out of the phones but through our bugs I heard a conversation between Zoey and Kent. He said that he thinks you found the GPS bug and that he was in Virginia. He would be coming by later tonight to see her."

"What else Joe, what did he say?"

"He told her he loved her and she said the same to him. She then said she couldn't wait to see him tonight. He did say he didn't get anything on you that would help with a divorce and wanted her to just leave you and go with him. She said something about, not without the money. I have no idea what she is talking about."

"Me neither. I had a pre-nuptial agreement but I didn't promise her anything that I know of. Bob wrote it up and I just signed it. Looks like I'll be talking to Bob real soon. Did you listen to all our tapes yet?"

"No, just the one near the kitchen phone. I'll listen to the others next but I want to get out of your apartment first. I think Zoey will be coming back to get ready for her concert. I stopped by when I saw her leave for the gym."

"Call me if you hear anything else on our tapes. I need to know why Bob was at my place."

"Will do John, take care, see you tomorrow."

I went back inside the club and said 'Hell with it', got the cutest dancer and had myself a lap dance. Later, Gregg and I went out and had a nice dinner. I tried calling home and there was no answer. I figured the concert should have ended hours before. We stopped at the lounge and had a few more drinks, then off to bed I went. I'd deal with the problems in the morning.

****

I got up and showered. I called home and Zoey told me she had gotten home late. She got my message but thought it was too late to call me back. I could tell I had just woken her up. I just let her know I would be back by evening. She didn't say anything like "I Love You", or "I can't wait to see you." I could feel that things had changed just by the tone of her voice.

I hung up and called Joe and left him a voice mail to call me. I let him know I was going out for breakfast. It was a little over an hour later when I got a call back from Joe.

"Sorry I waited to call you back but I have some bad news and wanted you to at least enjoy your breakfast," said Joe. "I listened to the tapes and it isn't good. Zoey has been cheating on you."

"Ok, we figured as much. Give me the short story and I'll listen to the tapes later."

"This Kent fellow it seems was an old friend the way they were talking. I figure old lovers. When he returned from Virginia he went up stairs to the apartment. He spent the night and left a few minutes ago."

"The mother fucker will pay for fucking with my wife. What about Bob? Why was he there the other day?' I asked.

"You're not going to like this John but he was having sex with her too."

"What? Bob was fucking Zoey, why would she fuck him?" I asked.

"I'm not sure exactly. Has something to do with changing your pre-nup and her getting money if she divorces you. Best I can figure out by the little bit of conversation is she gets a million dollars if you are caught fucking around on her. Bob's payment is her ass."

"Mother fucking son-of-a-bitch. Bob was trying to set me up just so he could fuck Zoey? He'll pay for this. Thanks Joe, I'll talk with you later."

Now my fucking day was ruined. I've dealt with shit like this before but this just got real personal. How the hell do I pay them all back? Gregg came down and saw that I was upset.

"What's wrong John? Anything I can do?" asked Gregg.

"No, personal problems. Go ahead and have breakfast and I'll just have a couple more cups of coffee. I'm not in the mood for conversation.

After breakfast we left for home. Gregg drove and I was planning my revenge. In grandpa's day he would just kill all three. Dad would probably use a little torture. I wasn't sure exactly what I was going to do. I knew I wanted to get the truth out of all three of them before deciding their fate.

This was going to be one fucking bad day. I met with Joe as soon as I got back in town. We met at the club and went back to the office to talk.

He had our disks and we fast forwarded through the disks to some of the conversations and sexual activity. Joe gave me my phone and told me that the call Bob made before I went to New York was to my apartment. He was setting up a meeting with Zoey.

After listening to the tapes I called Bob and told him I needed to see him at the club. I wanted to hear from his own mouth why he fucked my wife.

I greeted Bob at the bar, I was sitting with Joe. I asked him into the office and asked Joe to come along.

"What's up John? How was your trip to New York?" asked Bob.

I didn't answer him. First I played the bug where we could overhear his conversation with Zoey telling her he would be over in a little while.

I then stared at Bob, not saying a word. "I can explain that call," said Bob.

"I'm sure you can and you will get your turn to talk." I then played the tape of him telling Zoey to get naked. He was going to fuck her again.

We listened to his words on the tape. "Listen, I'm doing you a big favor here getting you a million dollars. All it's costing you is a few fucks and a couple of blowjobs. I'm also taking a big chance helping you. If John were to find out about any of this, he'd kill me."

The tape went on for the next fifteen minutes of Bob fucking Zoey and telling her how good she was. It even sounded like she was enjoying it. Bob sat in his chair with his head hanging down listening to the tape. Finally I stopped the tape and looked very seriously at Bob.

"Ok, you want to talk, so talk. Why were you fucking my wife? What's this million dollar favor you're doing for her?" I asked.

Bob stuttered and was half crying. "Don't kill me John, please don't kill me."

"Give me some fucking answers, and I mean now. If I think you're lying to me I'll kill you right now, so talk."

Bob talked in a very shaky voice. "It started a couple of months ago. I saw Zoey with this young guy."

"What's his name?" I said harshly.

"Kent, Kent McCarty, I saw them kiss at a restaurant I was at. Zoey came over to me and pleaded with me not to tell you. She was going to ask you for a divorce when she got the courage. Then I did something really stupid. You know how much I always liked Zoey even before you got married.

"I told her she wouldn't get anything out of the divorce because of the pre-nup. I told her I could change the pre-nup and get her a million dollars. All she had to do was get a picture of you having sex with another woman."

"So you hired this Kent guy to follow me till he could get a picture of me fucking some broad."

"No, I didn't hire him. Zoey said her boyfriend was an MP in the service and was now doing Private Eye work on his own. He would do it for nothing. I had nothing to do with him following you. It was all Zoey."

"But, you knew about it. My wife was going to divorce me and you didn't even tell me. She has me followed and you know about it but don't inform me. All this just so you can fuck her? What's this shit about the pre-nup? I checked and there is no clause in it that if I have sex with someone that she gets anything."

"I made it up. I took my copy of the agreement and changed it to read that if you were caught cheating and she divorced you because of it, she would get a million dollars. I told her I took it to the courthouse and had their copy changed."

"Did you? Did you take a copy to the courthouse?"

"God no! I showed my forged copy to her. It wouldn't have been legal without your signature and also notarized. I swear I just wanted her so bad." He was crying now. "Please don't kill me John. We've been friends for many years. I've been your private lawyer for years. I've done all your legal work. I figured when she applied for a divorce and found out she wouldn't get anything she would be too embarrassed and scared to mention me fucking her."

One thing I didn't mention about Bob. He was the prosecuting attorney in our county. He did do some legal work on the side for me. I was one of his main clients.

"Here's my problem Bob. You lied to me. You kept important information from me and you go fuck my wife, I don't know how many times and you want to be forgiven."

Bob was crying. I just kept quiet while he pleaded with me not to kill him. The odd think is since I took over the company I hadn't killed anyone. I had a few put in the hospital but no deaths. People seem to remember the days of my father and grandfather. Today it would be much harder to get away with.

"I'll tell you what Bob. I'm going to let you go for now. I'm going to check out your story but if I find out you've contacted either Zoey or her asshole boyfriend, I'll have you shot where you stand. Now get the fuck out of my club. I never want to see your sorry ass in here again."

Bob got up and hurried to the door and left. He was even too scared to say thank you. Joe looked over at me. "Are you going to let him go?"

"For now; we know where he lives and works. Besides we need to talk to this Kent guy and of course I have to have a talk with Zoey."

****

I decided I needed a couple of days before hitting Zoey with the evidence that Joe and I found. When I got home she looked a little nervous but greeted me with a kiss. I took her to the bedroom and started having sex with her. She just smiled and told me I must really be horny.

I fucked the hell out of her. She never let on that she didn't like it. She even sucked my cock when we were finished. I really had to wonder how she could love this Kent guy and fuck me like there was no tomorrow. I've been with a lot of women and I know she wasn't acting.

After the sex I was too tired to go out and eat. We ordered in Chinese and she told me about her concert and going out afterwards for dinner with some of the members of the group.

She didn't know that I knew better and that she spent the night fucking Kent. I know she had to wonder about the bugs missing out of the phones but there was no way she could ask me. I liked the idea of her wondering exactly what I might know.

I never talked business with her but I did tell her that my trip to New York went well and we took on some new partners. After taking a shower I was ready for bed. She watched me pop a blue pill and knew we were going another round.

All the time I fucked her I had to think what Kent would think if he knew she loved fucking me and even Bob. She had really surprised me that she was such a slut. She sure had me fooled.

On Monday I went to the courthouse and checked the on-file copy of my pre-nup. Bob had told me the truth and if Zoey and I divorced, she would leave the marriage with what she brought in. A few thousand dollars in savings. She would also get to keep the clothes and gifts I bought her.

Knowing this I figured it was time to end this relationship. I stopped by to see a judge friend of mine who often came to the club. I told him my wife had married me under false pretenses and wanted his opinion.

He told me I could ask for an annulment if I had the evidence to prove it. He could grant it and the marriage could end almost immediately if she didn't fight it. I asked him if her telling him that she only married me so she could stay in the USA and become a citizen would be a good enough reason. He is a member of the club and has seen Zoey.

"John, if she admits to marrying you just so she wouldn't get deported would be a reason for an annulment. You do realize that you can't force her to say it. She has to admit to it." The Judge knew about my family's past and was really trying to protect me. He was probably worried about what I might do.

Well, it was time to have my talk with Kent. I couldn't believe he came into the club. Didn't he know I was on to him yet? I called Joe and when he arrived I had him ask Kent to come to the office. When they entered the office I told Kent to sit down.

"I'm not afraid of you," remarked Kent.

"Don't be so stupid. Set your sorry ass in this chair and tell me what the fuck is going on between you and my wife," I replied.

"People saw me come into your office. If I don't leave the same as I came in people will wonder why," said Kent.

"What the fuck is the matter with you. I can shoot your sorry ass, ship you out the back door and you'll never be seen again. Now, the only chance you have at staying alive is to tell me what's going on with you and Zoey. Believe me, it's your last chance. I won't think twice about torturing you and then burying your sorry ass."

He went to get up and Joe gave him a chop across the back of the neck. He went down. When he came to after Joe threw a glass of water in his face, he found himself handcuffed to the chair.

"Now, Mr. McCarty, what is going on between you and my wife. If you don't tell me then I'll let you watch me torture and kill her, your choice."

He was nervous now. I guess this asshole really did care for Zoey. "Please don't hurt her. Do what you want to me but please don't hurt her."

"Tell me everything you know and I might just divorce her and let you both go. Now tell me everything."

"How do I know you won't still kill us after I tell you everything?"




Follow Me, Follow You



"You don't, but it's your only option." Damn, this guy was a hard ass.

He began to talk. "I met Zoey while I was stationed in Kuwait. It was love at first sight for us. You probably know her parents were killed. She asked for a visa to go to college here. I still had almost a year to go before I would be coming back. I missed her so much when she left, but I knew it was the best thing for her. I promised her that I would find her when I got out.

"I found her at college when I came home on leave. We spent time together whenever we could but I was sent back on a second tour of duty. She told me she would wait for me. God, I didn't want to leave her but she was in college and I still had my commitment in the service.

"When I located her a couple of months ago she told me she was married. I was really hurt but she told me she still loved me. The only reason she got married was so she wouldn't get sent back to Kuwait. She told me she would get a divorce after she got her citizenship.

"I got a Private investigator license and worked for myself doing small jobs. I joined the gym so I could be with Zoey, I love her so much. After she got her citizenship papers I asked her when she was getting divorced?"

"She said that she had talked to a Lawyer named Bob and he told her if she could prove that you cheated on her that she would get a million dollars through the divorce.

"I told her I didn't want the money, I just wanted her but she said it wouldn't be that long. That's when I told her I would follow you and hopefully get the evidence she needed."

"So, what did you find? How much evidence did you get?" I asked.

"You know I didn't get anything. I know you found the GPS bug and sent me on a useless trip. I also know you removed the bugs from your phones. How did you know?"

"I'm not here to answer your fucking questions. I have ways of finding out a lot of things like you fucking my wife last Friday." Kent looked surprised.

"So is this where you have your friend kill me?" asked Kent.

"You've seen too many old movies. Actually I'm going to let you go. I know where you live and work. I'll be going home to have a talk with Zoey."

"Don't you hurt her or I'll..."

"You aren't going to do Jack Shit. So shut the fuck up with all this or you'll get me mad. If Zoey tells me the truth and that she loves you I might just let her go. Of course she won't have anything but the clothes on her back. I also might need a couple of favors from her."

"What kind of favors?" asked Kent.

"None of your fucking business but you might get to see her then. If I find out that you contact her before I talk to her I promise you her life is over. Is that understood?"

"You won't hurt.."

"I said is that understood?"

"Yes, when can I talk to her?"

"I'll let her call you if she chooses too after I talk to her. If you contact her anytime before, you will be responsible for the results."

"Joe, uncuff the man and let him go. He has a lot to think about."

Kent left the office. Joe asked me if I was doing the right thing in letting him go.

"He knows Zoey's life could be in his hands. I think he'll at least wait a few days to see what happens. I have to go home and have a talk with Zoey. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know what happens next."

Chapter 3

It was all about to come to a head now. I headed home to deal with my cheating wife and hear her side of the story and then I had to decide how I was going to deal with this whole matter. After all I was somewhat the leader of the family and it's quite different from being an average Joe, no pun intended. I have to make decisions that keep the family's reputation strong and not lose the respect necessary to hold my position.

When I arrived home Zoey was already there. I asked her how come she was home so early. She usually stays at the gym longer. I figured her lover Kent wasn't there and it bothered her. She said she wasn't feeling like exercising and came home early.

"Zoey, we have to talk. Sit down in the living room and I'll be right back."

Now she looked very nervous as she went into the living room. I came back into the living room and brought my previous recording and the new ones that were recorded today.

"What are those?" asked Zoey.

"Zoey, I found that someone had come into our apartment and set two bugs on our telephones. Before removing them I went to the trouble of planting my own listening devices in the house and near the phones to find out who broke into our apartment."

Zoey looked scared now. "Is there anything you want to tell me before we listen to these tapes together?" She just sat there looking down at the floor.

"So you know, these bugs I planted are voice activated and pick up any sounds that happened in the rooms they are planted in. I put one in my office, one in the kitchen near the bugged phone and one in our bedroom."

Zoey still had not said anything as I put today's tape in. I fast forwarded it till we heard voices. It was Zoey making a phone call. "Kent where are you? I just came from the gym and you weren't there. I tried calling you on your cell and left you messages. Please call me, I'm worried." Zoey was crying now.

The next message she was leaving for Bob at his office. "Bob, you haven't gotten back to me. I did what you wanted, I need a copy of that pre-nuptial agreement. I'm worried that John knows something. Please get back to me as soon as possible."

"Well Zoey, do you want to tell me what this is all about? If you like I can play the tapes from Thursday, Friday and Saturday for you."

With the tone of my voice she knew I probably knew everything. I guess she was wondering if I had the recordings about her having sex with Bob and Kent on our bed. Before she started talking I told her I should let her know that the sex we had on Saturday was on the tape.

"You didn't hurt Kent did you?" were the first words out of her mouth.

I laughed. "You marry me and then go fuck around on me and the first thing you ask is about Kent. I ought to have him killed just to teach you a lesson."

"Please don't hurt him John, I really do love him. I'm sorry for what I did to you. I should have told you the truth from the beginning but I was sure you wouldn't marry me and I would have been sent back to Kuwait."

"But, then you decide that you're going to try and blackmail me for a million dollars. I want the story from the beginning and if I find out you're lying to me your boyfriend is dead. This isn't a threat, it will be a fact."

Zoey was still a pretty smart woman and she saw I had all the tapes sitting there. It doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure out what I knew. Zoey started out by telling me about her life in Kuwait.

"I know about your past, I know Kent was your boyfriend in Kuwait where you met him. I want to know what happened when he found you here in our fair city."

She told me everything. They had sex at the club most every time they were both there. Kent had told me the truth. He wanted her to tell me and just forget about the money but when Bob suggested it she got greedy.

Her story was almost identical to Kent's. They really did love each other but Zoey had some pretty loose morals. Maybe it's what she learned from childhood. She had the looks, brains and knew how to get what she wanted. Usually it was by using her body. She did tell me that the only men she had sex with since she met me was me, Kent and twice with Bob. She also mentioned that Kent didn't know that she was paying Bob for his lawyer work with sex.

"What now John? I've told you everything. Are you going to kill Kent and me or can we work out some kind of deal to save our lives?" asked a very dejected Zoey. "I know I hurt you and I'm so sorry, please find a way for me to make it up to you. I'll do whatever you ask. Just let Kent and I go. If not me, please let Kent go."

I told her that I had a way that she could make it up to me but if she didn't go through with it, she would never see Kent again.

"Anything John, I'll do anything to save Kent."

"Tomorrow you and I are going to go talk to a judge friend of mine. We are going to have our marriage annulled. It will be as though it never happened. You have to tell the judge in your own words that you married me under false pretenses and that you did it to stay in this county.

"I won't file any charges against you and you are now a citizen so you will be free."

"Oh John, I promise to tell him the truth. I'll say whatever you want me too."

"That's the first part of this oral contract between us. The second part is retribution for what you did to me."

"What do I have to do John?"

"I'm throwing a private party Saturday. You will be one of the girls to work the party. These are my special customers and they get pretty much what they want at the party. You will do what is ever asked of you. The other girls are getting paid but you will be doing it for nothing. If you get any tips you can keep them except for my twenty percent take.

"I know many of these men have wanted to have sex with you since they first saw you dancing. I expect you to oblige my customers by keeping a happy face. Just so you know, you will not be hurt. You will be having sex most of the night but I never let anyone abuse my girls. You'll be given the same courtesy. If you do this I will let you and Kent go. You will take nothing but your own personal things and I want you out of the state the next day."

She knew I meant business and her body would get more sex in a night then it usually gets in a month but she didn't have much choice. She used her body to get where she was today and now she would have to use it to be free of me.

"Can I call Kent and tell him about the annulment? I don't want him to know about the party but I will tell him I have to work at the club Saturday and we can leave town Sunday."

"There's the phone, call him and tell him whatever you want. Also tell him if he sees or calls you before Sunday, all bets are off. You know what that means."

I walked in the kitchen and got myself a beer. I could hear Zoey talking to Kent. I could only hear her side of the conversation and she was almost whispering. "Yes, he told me to call you." "Honey I love you too." "He said if I do what he asks he will let us both go." "We're going to go see a Judge friend of his tomorrow and get our marriage annulled." "I don't have any choice but trust him."

"I have to work for him at the club on Saturday and he said we could leave Sunday." "Kent, I have to, it's the only way he will get the annulment and let us go." "One other thing, he said for you not to contact me in anyway till Sunday or all bets are off." "Kent, if he was going to kill us or do bodily harm, he would have done it by now." "I better hang up now, I love you Kent and by Sunday we will be together forever."

She hung up the phone and was crying. "John, you are going to let us go if I do what you ask, aren't you?"

"If you don't double cross me in some way or your boyfriend tries to get involved, I'll keep my word. By the way, until tomorrow you're still my wife and I'm going to expect a lot of sex tonight. Don't disappoint me."

That night I fucked her every way I could. Blowjob, anal, missionary and her on top. I made sure she saw that I took a blue pill before we started. At first she acted like she was doing her wifely duty but then she really got into it. It almost felt like I was fucking someone else's woman. In a sense I was but she was my wife.

The next day we were a lot more serious. She heard me call Joe and ask him to keep an eye on Kent. I wanted her to know that this wasn't a game she was playing.

"He'll do what I asked him, John. Please don't hurt him," asked Zoey.

"If he does what he was told, there will be no problem. I even told Joe to let your boyfriend know that he is being followed."

The comparison between Joe and Kent was like a Pro against an amateur. No one knew Joe better than me and he wasn't one to fuck with.

To say Zoey was nervous would be an understatement. I introduced her to the judge and he asked me to wait outside of his chambers while he talked to Zoey. About a half hour later the Judge called me back into his office. He said that after talking with Zoey he was signing the annulment papers. He told me in front of Zoey that I had a legal right to press charges.

I told him I just wanted it over with. He told us the papers would be delivered to the courthouse that day and that the annulment would be effective in twenty-four hours.

When we left the courthouse, Zoey thanked me. "It's not over yet, you have another night to sleep with me and then there is the party on Saturday. I won't be taking part in it but I will be there."

I pulled into a Red Lobster Restaurant. "What are you doing?" asked Zoey.

"You're still my wife for twenty-four hours and we do have to eat," I replied. It got a slight smile from Zoey.

I stopped by the mall and picked up some extra luggage for Zoey. She asked me why I was being so nice to her after what she had done to me.

"I don't know, I really don't. My grandfather and father would have had you both killed without blinking an eye. Maybe I had some feelings for you. Maybe what you did isn't bad enough to be killed for. Then of course I try and keep my word and you have been doing everything I asked so far."

When we got home I told her I had business to attend to. I didn't want her going anywhere or talking to anyone but me. I let her know my bugs were still planted and she had better not go looking for them.

I left and went about my business. I stopped by the club and told Brad about the special party for Saturday. I gave him a lowdown on what kind of party it was going to be. We had them maybe three times a year. Admission to them was a thousand dollars a person.

It was pretty much special invitation. We almost always had at least fifty men. Once they found out Zoey was going to be one of the girls we expected at least seventy-five or more. Brad let everyone know that the marriage between Zoey and me was annulled. 

I had Brad call around to make sure we had enough girls willing to be guests at the party. When I got back to him later he had twenty-five women so far willing to be part of the party. They each get a thousand dollars and any tips they made on the side. They knew to pay me twenty percent of the tips.

I got a call from Joe. He said Kent came up to him and asked if he could leave town till Saturday. He had to follow a man cheating on his wife. How ironic life is. I told Joe to let him go but we wanted him here Saturday.

Joe came back to the club and asked me how come everyone was getting off so easy.

"It's not as easy as it seems. We'll be making a ton of money from pimping Zoey out Saturday, with her approval. What she doesn't know is we are going to cuff Kent to a chair behind the two-way mirror. He's going to get to see his lover fucked time and time again by strangers."

"What about Bob? He shouldn't get away with no retaliation. It's like he's getting off Scott free."

"That's about to change. I wanted to get some of our other problems out of the way before dealing with Bob. Here are the tapes of Bob fucking Zoey. He says in them how much he hates his wife and calls her a pig. He even says he wishes she were dead.

"I want you to edit the tapes. Take out any mention of Zoey or my name and see to it that his wife Flo gets them. Let him try and explain his way out of them. He knows better than to contact us. Let's see what happens there. She could make his life miserable."

Zoey spent her day packing her suitcases. She had bought a lot of clothes in the short time we've been married. She had five suitcases and four boxes full of clothes. I had Joe get a mover to come over and deliver her clothes to Kent's apartment since he wasn't home. She had one suitcase left for the remainder of her clothes that she needed till Saturday.

When we had sex that last night I knew I was going to miss her. She was one great piece of ass. I probably shouldn't have ever married her but just fucked her on the side. But, at the time we were worried about her visa.

We did fuck again that night and I think she did everything she could to make me come. It was like in the back of her mind she wanted me to miss her. She was one hot exotic woman. How she could fuck me like she did and still love another, Kent in this case, I'll never understand.

Saturday came and I drove her to the club. She met with all the other women upstairs in the party room. There were thirty women in all. The party started at nine. If any woman wanted to leave after midnight, she would be allowed to go. Anyone leaving before midnight would forfeit their thousand dollars. Zoey had to stay because of our agreement.

Brad said the men were showing up. There were over a hundred men saying they would be there once they found out Zoey was going to be part of the mix. I guess it's like fucking a celebrity. She was my wife and I guess some men felt it was like getting a woman they weren't able to touch.

Brad said he got a call from Bob but told him he was no longer a member of the club. Hell, he was lucky I let him live.

We had enhancers for the men that wanted them. There was ecstasy and other drugs available to enhance the libido. It was for both the men and women. A couple of the women told Zoey she should take it. Come about mid-night she would be glad she did.

The party started out with some women dancing and others were serving the gentlemen. I made sure Zoey was one of the dancers. The men wanted to see her do her belly dancing. I have to say she was good.

Joe showed up with Kent. He took him to the room with the two-way mirror. He told him as long as he was quiet he could sit and watch the show. If he started to cause any trouble he would be cuffed to the chair. We also had a couple of bouncers in the same room to keep an eye out for anyone abusing the girls.

When he saw Zoey up on the stage he asked if he could leave. The bouncers told him no and decided it would be better if he was cuffed. They felt he wouldn't take it too well when his woman started fucking anyone that asked her.

At first Zoey was being a little offish but I reminded her of our agreement. She had to act happy that she was there. After the sexual inducement drugs Zoey looked like she was having a good time. I watched as the first few men began to feel her up and began rubbing her pussy.

It didn't take much for her to start getting turned on. The Judge was one of the first members to take her to the side room and have sex with her. After that she was fucking and sucking anyone who wanted her. 

I watched a couple of guys fucking her and I really didn't get any enjoyment out of it. The way the party room was set up was that there was a main room in the center where the main party took place. There was a corridor going around the outside all the way around the room. There were basically cubicles with beds in them and a curtain for some privacy.

Every cubicle had a two way mirror in it. That way the bouncers could see all the action without bothering the guests. Kent was set up by the cubicle with Zoey in it. He spent the whole night watching his woman getting fucked every which way but loose. The bad part was she seemed to enjoy it.

I walked up to Kent during the party and said, "Now you know what it feels like to know your wife or girlfriend enjoys fucking another man. That's what you did to me. Payback is hell isn't it."

"When this party is over I'm going to let you take Zoey with you. I never want to see either of you again. Just be glad neither of you are in a body bag. She held up her end of the deal. So far she has gotten over four grand in tips. She'll end up with a good chunk of change."




Follow Me, Follow You



"Another reason I let you go instead of killing you is because you're a vet. I don't know if you know it or not but Joe and I are both veterans also. That's part of the reason your life was spared."

Kent's head was just hanging down. The party pretty much ended at two in the morning. I can't say how many times Zoey was fucked but she looked quite a mess. I had showers for the girls so they could clean up. Some asked to spend the night since they were so tired.

A couple of the girls helped Zoey clean up and get dressed. She was led to the corridor and that was the first she knew that Kent had seen everything. She began to cry but Kent put his arms around her. One of the bouncers handed her an envelope; it contained five thousand dollars. Her share of her tips for one night.

Zoey and Kent were led out to their car and one of the bouncers told them that I never wanted to see either of them again.

Brad paid the girls that wanted to go home. Some went home with some of the gentlemen. I had my bouncers order cabs for anyone going home. I didn't want any accidents leading back to the club. They could always come and get their vehicles in the morning.

Joe came in and sat down. "It was quite a night John. The club made more than at any other party."

"I don't know if I made the right decision or not Joe. They fucked me over but I think we got our revenge on them. It's something they will both have to live with forever. The funny part is I truly believe they love each other. Now we have to deal with Bob. Do you have the tapes ready for Flo?"

"Yep, I'll see she gets them tomorrow morning while Bob goes golfing. Have a good night John. I'm going home and get some sleep."

I was tired and had no one to go home to so I just slept in the office. In the back of my mind I kind of hoped that Zoey and Kent would make it. The only woman I ever deeply loved and let go was my second wife Irene. Why was I thinking of her now?

Morning sure came early. I had the chef make breakfast for all the girls and bouncers that spent the night. The clean- up crew were already busy cleaning the party room. The girls looked tired but were grateful for the breakfast and coffee. After they ate I paid each girl a thousand dollars and her share of her tips. They all made a lot for one nights work. None made quite as much as Zoey but that was expected.

We were closed on Sunday so the girls who worked for me had a whole day to get rested up. Some of the temporaries that Brad had brought in said they would like to work at the club if there was ever an opening. We really did treat our employees good.

I spent the day at the club going over the books and catching up on paper work. Joe showed up at noon and said he delivered the tapes to Flo. He told me he wore a beard, sunglasses and a hat. Flo wouldn't be able to recognize him.

"John, she's not a bad looking woman. She may not be thin but she's far from being fat. What the hell is wrong with Bob? She's a damn good looking woman."

"What? You like Flo?" I asked.

"No I'm just saying. For a woman in her forties, she looks pretty damn good. I get tired of all the young chicks. Sure they are great for a fuck but we don't have a lot in common with them. Now Flo is the kind of woman I'd like to take out sometime," laughed Joe after he realized what he had said.

Joe and I were sitting back at the club watching a football game when the phone rang. I wondered why anyone would be calling here on Sunday but I went ahead and answered the phone. It was a woman half hysterical.

"John, I killed him! I took his gun and shot him six times. What am I going to do? Please help me." It took me awhile but I finally recognized the voice. It was Flo.

"Flo, what did you do. Did you shoot Bob? Calm down and tell what happened."

"A man with a beard and sunglasses dropped off some tapes and told me I needed to listen to them. I did and it was Bob cheating on me. He was having sex with this woman and telling her he wished I was dead. He called me a pig and an old bitch."

"So what happened?"

"I asked him about it when he came home from golfing and he laughed at me and said it was all true. I couldn't take it and I kept shooting him till I ran out of bullets. He's lying here dead on the Persian Rug. Can you help me John? I don't want to go to Jail."

"Calm down Flo. What were your plans for today?"

"My sister Sue and I were going to go to the movies, but now I'll be going to jail for killing this bastard."

"First Flo I need for you to calm down. I'll help you out but you have to get your senses back. Can you do that?"

"Yes, but I have Bob's dead body on my floor. Should I call the police?"

"No, don't call anyone. I want you to go to your sister's and go to the movie. Tell your sister that Bob is staying home because you have a carpet cleaning company coming by today."

"I don't understand," replied Flo.

"Flo this is going to cost you some big bucks. Do you have ten thousand dollars in cash at home?"

"Yes, in the safe."

"I want you to take ten thousand dollars and put it in a large envelope and put it on the end table. Then I want you to write a check for two hundred and fifty dollars. Make it out to Ray's carpet cleaning. Later I'll need a thousand dollars for another Persian Rug. But we'll get that later."

"Are you coming here John?" asked Flo.

"No, I can't be seen there. I'll send a crew to clean up the mess. The money is their payment. The check is for actually cleaning your carpet. Now whatever you do don't say anything to anyone. Go to the movies with your sister. Stay away for at least six hours. Can you do that?"

"Yes, but what do I say about Bob?" she moaned.

"We'll go over that later. As far as you know he came back from playing golf and was there while the carpet cleaners were there. You got it? You have to stick with this story. Your life depends on it."

"I'm calming down some now, John. Thank you, I'll call you as soon as I get home in about six hours."

"Good, and call me on your cell phone. Wait, stop and get one of those track phones so your calls can't be traced."

"Thank you John," she said before hanging up.

"What the hell happened? asked Joe.

"Bob came home from playing golf and he and Flo got in an argument and she killed him."

"Damn! My kind of woman! Do you want me to handle this John?"

"Sure. Contact Ray's Carpet Cleaning and explain the cleanup. His money is on the end table. Make sure they get rid of the Persian Rug and clean any signs of blood on the bare floor. Have them stop by my cousin's import store and pick up a used Persian rug to replace the other one. Make sure it's used and that they clean it."

Joe made the calls and took care of everything. When Flo called me when she got home she said the place looked great and even the rug they replaced her old one with was similar to the one she had. She wanted to know what to do next. I gave her Joe's number and said he was going to handle it from this point.

I talked with Joe after he met with Flo. He knew better than to go to her house so he met her at a little diner about thirty miles away. Here's what he told her.

"Flo from this point on you have to act concerned that your husband is missing. I want you to call the police and tell them about going to the movie with your sister and out to eat, just like you did. Stick as near to the truth as you can. It's much easier to remember.

"Tell them your husband came home from playing golf and was mad that he had to stay home for the carpet cleaners. They will take it from there. You can tell them you left a check for Bob to give them. After that you know nothing and we aren't going to tell you anything. The less you know the better.

"The police will tell you that you can't file a missing person report for twenty-four hours. Make sure you call them back as soon as the twenty-four hours are up. You must act concerned about his whereabouts.

"Eventually his body will be found and you will be a suspect; spouses always are. You have an airtight alibi. Don't screw it up. Tell them everything you know about his business dealings. You can even mention you thought he could be having an affair but you don't have any proof of it.

"Give me the tapes the stranger gave you, (she didn't know it was me) and I'll destroy them. From this point on, we can't have any contact except by the track phone you bought. You will be watched once the body is found.

"John told me you had a daughter from a previous marriage. Ask her to come and stay with you. But, do not tell her anything. Invite your sister over to be with you. You don't want to be alone. If your neighbors are questioned which they will be, they will probably verify seeing Bob coming home from golf and the cleaning van."

"What happened to Bob's car? Won't they ask about it?" asked Flo.

"Yes they will but you weren't there when Bob left in it so you don't know. We aren't telling you anything because the less you know the better. This will end up being an unsolved crime. It's just that the first couple of months are going to be hard. After all he was the county prosecutor."

"Will I ever see you again? You've been so helpful," said Flo in a sweet voice.

"I sure hope so but it won't be for awhile. I'm available to talk to you at any time. You have my number but make sure you use the track phone."

Flo did just as Joe asked her. She called the police and she reported Bob missing. She called them back in twenty-four hours and they sent an officer to her home to take her statement. Flo kept Joe aware of everything that went on.

She told the police about going to the movies with her sister and it was verified. They also checked with the neighbors who said they were away most of the day but when they got home they did see a carpet cleaning truck in the driveway. Flo produced the check receipt where she paid them. She mentioned it cost extra to have the carpets cleaned on Sunday but it's the only day someone would be home.

Flo called the police everyday just like Joe suggested. After the third day Flo said the police stopped by her house to say they found Bob's body. It was in his car out in the strip mines and he was shot a number of times. They had no clues.

She cried and called her daughter to come and be with her during the days following the finding of Bob's body. They planned the funeral which a number of us from the Gentlemen's Club attended. We all paid our condolences and told Flo the usual, 'If there is anything we can do, let us know'.

The police asked if they could talk to me. I told them that Bob hadn't been around for about a week. They told me they had checked his phone records and he had called my club from his house the Saturday before he came up missing. I told them we had a party and he said he was going to come but never showed up.

I also mentioned that I got a call from Flo on Sunday asking me if I had seen Bob. I told her I hadn't. I did remind them that Bob was the County Prosecuting Attorney and did have a few enemies. I didn't know any by name but the risk came with the position.

After the funeral Flo said they wanted to inspect the house. Joe had told Flo to go along with the police and don't fight anything they wanted to do. She was supposed to be in mourning and wanted the people responsible for his death.

A month went by and the police told her they had no leads and the trail was becoming colder. Flo was a teacher and went back to work after a short leave. She told the police it got her away from the house and she knew she had to start a new life without her husband.

Joe had told me that she had called him most every day. He said he looked forward to talking to her. He did tell her that he couldn't see her for at least another month, maybe longer. The police were probably still keeping an eye on her.

She did spend more time with her sister and even spent a couple of weekends with her daughter and her husband. She had a granddaughter that she liked to spend time with. They lived forty miles away in another town.

I just went about my business and stayed clear of the whole situation except the updates that Joe gave me. I could tell he was falling for Flo in his own way.

As for me, my sex life was fucking some of the girls once in awhile. I had to agree with Joe that having a more mature woman seemed much nicer. Someone you had a common interest with and liked a lot of the same things. When Joe talked about Flo, it made me think about all the things that Irene and I had in common.

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Three months had gone by and the police told Flo that they weren't any closer to catching his killer. She decided to go out with some friends who worked with her at school. It was Joe's idea. He wanted to date her but thought it best if she dated a couple of other men first. He was sure the police would be checking out her first couple of dates.

She went to a birthday party of one of the teachers at school. She danced with a few of the men. A couple of them were divorced and she went on a couple of dates with them. It was pretty much dinner and a movie. 

She did tell Joe that she kissed them goodnight even though they wanted to go further, she didn't let them. One day she called my office using her Track Phone. "John, I think you know that I'm friends with Joe. He tells me that the two of you are closer than brothers. Is that true?"

"Yes, it is. In fact if anything ever happened to me he would take over leadership of my businesses. That's how much I trust him. What's this about Flo?"

"I would like to go out with him and wonder if you could arrange it somehow. We agreed that we would like to go out but we don't run in the same crowds and we need some way to meet each other."

I laughed. "Flo, call your sister and ask her to lunch tomorrow at The Olive Garden. I think I'll go there for lunch tomorrow with Joe and introduce you to him. Let's say about noon. It shouldn't be too crowded on a Saturday afternoon. By the way, don't tell Joe. I want to surprise him. Oh, when you see us, invite us to sit with you."

I called Joe and asked him to lunch. I told him I had someone I wanted him to meet. He asked if he should be in disguise and I told him no, just be himself.

"John, I hope this isn't a woman. You know how I feel about being set up on blind dates."

"This isn't a blind date but it is a woman who has asked to meet you. That's all I'm going to say about it. See you tomorrow."

Joe came by and picked me up and we headed over to The Olive Garden.

I was smiling as we pulled into the parking lot. "Ok, is this some kind of joke, John?" asked Joe.

"No, it's for real. This woman I know called me and asked me if I would introduce her to you. She didn't know of any other way to approach you. I'm not lying Joe, I'm being honest with you." I laughed again as we got out of the vehicle.

"It's not like you to do something like this John. What's the catch?"

"No catch, let's just enjoy lunch. No commitments here, just friends having lunch."

We walked in and as we waited to be seated I saw Flo and her sister. Joe hadn't noticed her yet.

"There she is. Joe come and meet my friend. She has recently lost her husband."

Joe looked over and saw Flo.

I spoke first. I knew Flo's sister and of course had seen her at the funeral. "Flo, it's nice to see you out and about." I said hi to Sue and then introduced Joe to Sue and Flo.

"Nice to see you again Flo. You probably don't remember me from your husband's funeral. You have my sincere sympathy," said Joe.

"We better get back in line so we can be seated. It was nice to see you again Flo and of course Sue, it's always a pleasure to see you," I remarked.

"John, why don't you and your friend join us? I'm sure Sue doesn't mind, do you Sue?" replied Flo. "It would be nice to have some male company."

"Of course I don't mind," replied Sue. I have known Sue and her husband for years. They were a happily married couple with two teenagers. We were friends but never ran in the same circle.

I waved to the waitress and told her we were joining the ladies and to put it all on one check. The waitress set down place settings for Joe and I. Without hesitation Joe sat next to Flo and I sat next to Sue.

"You don't have to pay for our lunch," replied Sue.

"I insist, we're all friends here," I replied.

It wasn't long before we were all talking about old times and Flo and Joe acted like new friends. We enjoyed a nice lunch and I picked up the tab. Sue and Flo both thanked me.

Joe looked at Flo and said, "It was really nice meeting you again. I'm not sure if it's forward of me but I would like to see you again."

Sue took a napkin and wrote her phone number on it and said, "That would be nice. I'm trying to get my life back on track. If you're a friend of John's then you're a friend of mine."

We walked the ladies to their car and then headed back to Joe's vehicle. Joe thanked me all the way home. He knew he needed an in to start a relationship with Flo and I got it for him.

On Sunday I decided to go see my daughter and of course Irene, my ex-wife. I knocked on the door and Sammie answered it. I always like boys names for girls so Irene decide to name our daughter Samantha.I call her either Sam or Sammie.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" said Sam with a smile.

"I just came to see my two favorite women and wondered if they would like to go out for dinner and maybe even take in a movie."

"Come on in Dad, Mom's in the kitchen. I'll let her know you're here."

I sat down and Irene came into the room. Damn, why did I ever let her go? I knew I still had strong feelings for her.

"John, you're looking well. Sammie said you want to take us out for dinner. What brought that on?" asked Irene.

"You want the truth? You won't believe it but I miss you two. You know I had my last marriage annulled. Since then I've been alone a lot and have been doing a lot of thinking. I would like to know if I can stop by once in awhile and maybe we can go out sometimes."

Irene was one woman that could read my thoughts. I think it was because we liked so many of the same things. I hate to say we think alike because I hope she doesn't think like me.

"Damn, you're serious aren't you? What's the problem John, you seem a bit different."

"I guess I'm finally growing up. I miss being with a woman I can have conversations with that are meaningful. Listening to music and dancing to the older tunes."

"Sure we can have dinner and we'll let Sam pick the movie. There's a few she has been wanting to see but we just haven't had the time. It's been busy at the bakery. I've been meaning to talk to you about hiring a couple of more people so Sam and I can have more time off.

"Irene, I know I'm a partner but you don't need my permission to hire anyone or make changes. The reason I stayed a partner was so I had a reason to come and see you. I know I can see Sammie but I want to see you too once in awhile."

"Wow, you sure are in a downer," said Irene.

"No, I feel as good as I ever have. I just like to be near someone I love. It's just been too long. So, let's head out and find a good restaurant."

"Dad, can we try the new Japanese place that just opened up? They cook the food right at your table."

After dinner we went to see a movie. I sat next to Irene and we all shared a big bowl of popcorn. Irene was in the middle and had to hold it. I have to say I had a wonderful time.

When we got back to the house Irene asked me if we could talk a little business. She said we needed to replace one of the ovens and would like to get a larger one.

I just smiled, "Irene, get whatever you need. If the business doesn't have the money to buy it then give me a call."

"John, you haven't even picked up your last three months checks. You used to have Bob pick them up but since he died, no one has been there to get them."




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"Honey, keep them and use them to buy your new ovens and help pay for your new employees. Just keep me abreast on how the business is doing. By the way, would you like to have a barbeque next weekend? I'll do the grilling."

"Sure John, come by around noon. You'll have a chance to meet Sammie's new boyfriend. You'll like him, he's a bakery chef and Sammie wants us to hire him so you'll have a chance to make an executive decision." Irene smiled after she said that. Sam's had a lot of boyfriends but this one sounds pretty serious.

Epilogue:

It's been over a year since Bob's death. Joe and Flo are getting married next month. Irene is my date for the wedding; I'm the best man.

The police said Bob's murder is now in the cold file. They said they haven't gotten any clues as to who might have done it.

Sammie got her wish and hired her boyfriend, soon to be husband. They are getting married in six months.

We never heard from Zoey or Kent again. One of the girls at the club heard a rumor that they moved out west somewhere. For some reason, I hope they make it.

That leaves me and Irene. She won't marry me, at least not right now. I do have a standing invitation every Sunday when we get together. Most every weekend we end up in bed. There is just something special making love with someone you really care for.

Life sure is fickle. I do my best to just take it a day at a time.

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