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What You See Is What You Get

By: PPatrick



A few years after our marriage we began role-playing to bring a bit of spice into our sex lives, the rules were very simple, I would take Polly, my wife, to a pub or cocktail bar outside the area we frequented, she would be sexily dressed, mini-skirt see through blouse, no underwear etc. I would kill some time and turn up about a half an hour later. I would then try to" pick her up" with a view to having sex with her somewhere other than our home!

One rule, to make things exciting for both of us, was that if she got picked up before I got back to the pub, then that was up to her to decide what to do, we had an agreement that she could have any kind of sex she wanted without having to explain her actions to me, or indeed recount what had transpired!

This rule never came into force, except on one occasion.

I will start by telling you of that little adventure, which is an aside to the main narrative of my tale.

We were preparing for a night out and Polly paraded in front of me to show off her outfit, a slightly see-through black blouse which did little to disguise her superb full tits and dark nipples, a bright red belt pinched her in at her slim waist, a very short black leather mini skirt with a zipped opening slashing the side half way up the tight skirt. Seamed black stockings and bright red stilettos finished the outfit.

As she sat on the sofa facing me I could see that all she had on under the mini-skirt was a black lace suspender belt, holding up the black stockings, it also afforded me a quick glimpse of her waxed pussy   (with a tiny inverted triangle of blond pubic hair above the slit, just to show that she was a natural blond) looking pink and inviting.

We set off for a swish cocktail bar about half an hour away from our home and on the way I fondled her tits and pussy, getting us both excited about what was to come.

I dropped her outside the bar and headed off for a spin to kill 30 or 40 minutes. I was sure that the way she looked that night she would have an active time fending off potential suitors, as she had never had any form of serious dalliance in the past( if you don't count the odd grope, feel, or snog).

About an hour later I arrived back, having been delayed by a minor accident which blocked my only approach to the bar.

She was sitting in a corner both looking slightly dishevelled but also very desirable and fuckable.

I slid into the booth muttering apologies about my late arrival.

She blushed and averting her eyes from me she whispered "You are not going to believe what's happened to me since last I saw you " 

She had an empty Champaign glass in front of her so first things first I ordered two more and settled back to hear her news.

So, what have you been up to for the past hour?

Well, I arrived and perched up on a bar stool, as I didn't want to spend a half an hour sitting in a corner with no one to talk to. With the zipped side to my mini, I was showing quite a lot of leg, that and my tits fairly well on view I must have looked like a right tart on the prowl!

A few minutes after I sat down, this really well dressed dishy looking guy sat beside me and as an opener asked, very politely, if I would like to join him in a glass of Champagne.

He seemed charming , and I love a glass of Fizz, so I said I would be delighted to, but I was very bold, feeling pretty but naughty I flashed him a couple of times as I moved around on my barstool, giving him a good glimpse of my pussy, and leaning forward letting hem see my tits through the opening of my blouse- (I had undone a few buttons when I arrived at the bar ), so at the right angle he could see a complete tit- nipple and all! I was getting quite excited by my flirty/dirty behaviour and he was ogling me constantly.

We made small talk for about fifteen minutes, and then out of the blue, he made an extraordinary proposition to me. It went like this, "The way you are dressed, you are obviously meeting some one close to you,, I couldn't help seeing that you are not wearing a bra, and when you swivelled on your bar stool I got a very good look at your beautiful Brazilianed pussy, congratulations on being a natural blond by the way, and I conclude therefore that you are going to let your friend fuck you sometime later this evening.." 

"By the way, my getting a good long look at your lovely pussy - was it an accident or an invitation - but never mind that question for the moment!"

"I have an appointment that I cant break, starting in about half an hour, but I find you overwhelming desirable and would like to make you the following proposition- lets say your date will be here in half an hour, and I will be gone from here also in half an hour, in those thirty minutes if you would consider giving me a blow job I would happily give you fifty pounds- now I know that you are NOT that type of girl, but I cant ask a complete stranger to suck me off without giving something in return.! Any way I can tell from our conversation you are an open minded and adventurous sort, who just might have a little dalliance with a total stranger. So what do you say?

I'll never know what got into me, but I was already getting moist and excited. So I said YES, just like that!

He was very good looking, absolutely charming, and up to his suggestion of oral sex quite polite and respectful.

He led me by the hand to the toilets at the back of the bar, and we locked ourselves into a large spotless cubicle.

The very first thing he did was pull me to him and kiss me deeply on the mouth, his hand fondled my pussy which was sopping wet with excitement, he played with my clit and pussy lips in a truly expert manner, I came almost at once, sighing with pleasure and melting against him.

I slid down his front and opened his fly, and took out his magnificent prick, rock hard and with a pink uncircumcised mushroom type head, which was larger than the shaft. His dick wasn't huge but as much as I would want, any more might be uncomfortable elsewhere!

I slid the plump head into my mouth and began wanking the hard shaft, which grew in girth under my ministrations

He had unbuttoned my blouse which I took off and tossed it to one side; he was rubbing my nipples to a hardness which I thought would make them burst. I was sucking and wanking faster and faster, my tongue doing the round of the smooth skin of his lovely prick head.

He began to cum , hot spurts deep in my throat, then he pulled out to spray my face and tits, then back into my mouth again, squirt after boiling squirt, I never swallowed so much spunk in my life, and still he pumped it into me.

"That was fucking amazing, the best BJ I've ever had!" He gasped.

I was cleaning his dick licking its length, and sucking his shaved balls, he was groaning with pleasure...

He lifted me up onto the cistern, spreading my lags wide apart, and planted his mouth on my boiling pussy, his tongue playing with my clitoris, fingers deep in my pussy, and after a while as I began cumming he slid a finger into my bum-hole. Wanking and licking till I cried out in ecstasy. 

"You have a charming little cunt, and some day soon I hope to put it to another use which we can discuss later!"

"I reload pretty quick!" he beamed, and showing me his stiff rod he offered me that lovely smooth pink head, its foreskin pulled back till the mushroom ridge where it joined the staff stuck out larger and shinierthan the shaft.

I let it slide, one more time, deep in my throat, savouring its silky texture and stiffness. This was a prick to dream about on lonely nights alone.

This time it took a bit longer for him to begin his deluge of spunk, and as before some went on my face some on my tits, and even some dribbles down my tummy.

Again he put me on the toilet cistern and this time removing my skirt, leaving me only my suspender belt stockings and high heeled red shoes and frigging my pussy he sucked and toyed with my excited clit, soon finding my bum hole which he expertly wanked and finger fucked.

I was weak from cumming, and sucking and being finger and tongue fucked and also feeling somewhat ashamed of my carry-on with a total stranger whose name I didn't even know!

As he lifted me down from the cistern I felt his newly hard dick slide easily into my excited puffed-up pussy as he pushed his shaft fully into me up to his groin he whispered, "If you want me to fuck you, be here to-morrow at the same time as to-day, and I'll give you another little present- say one hundred! As to the fuck I promise you'll remember it for some time, your body will get my dick up for action as often as you can handle it inside you , and leave enough time to do the job properly, no quickies- tell your old man you are going to the movies for about three hours or so"

He lifted me off his stout dick and let its bulbous head rub my excited clit before letting it part my wet pussy lips to lunge as before deep inside my excited hole, he repeated this about three times, the tingling sensation of his plump prick head scouring the length of my vagina was incredible

I would have let him fuck me there and then but he pulled out his ridged dick with a sucking sound and then wanking its length he came for the third time rubbing his prick-head on my hairless pussy and my lower stomach, it covered lower tummy , and stuck in my little curly triangle, and ran down both my legs. This guy was amazing; he could recover his erection in minutes and pump huge quantities of cum every time."

He asked if I was OK and leaving a crisp fifty pound note on my little pile of clothing, he kissed me one more time as I stood there dripping with his cum, totally excited and trembling with lust in my sexy stockings and high heels.

His parting statement was "You look magnificent- you're a sex goddess, I hope I am going to see you to-morrow, if not thank you for a memorable interlude, but remember our best fucking is still to come"

I then cleaned up as best I could and came out her about five minutes before you arrived...

I was secretly delighted for her, as I always wanted her to be a bit more liberated with her attitude to sex, so we could enjoy threesomes, and such like. Up to now she had been strictly monogamous.

"Wow what an eventful evening, and you haven't even been fucked yet! Congrats on your first seduction 

And all that"

"The big question, of course, is what are you going to do to-morrow? I think I know the answer to that, from the way you described his cock, and how you felt when he put up your hole, just before he left!"

She ruminated, "If ever I am going to let someone fuck me other than you, its going to have to be him, any one else would be let-down, and I am so excited at the prospect of him inside me I am dizzy with desire, so I think my first real infidelity (blow jobs don't count) will be tomorrow night, if that's OK with you Darling"

I knew she was going to let him fuck the daylights out of her whatever I said, so I agreed wholeheartedly.

She was concerned about her safety with a stranger, even though he was extremely polite and well mannered, what it he turned out to be a psycho? She had never had it with anyone else since our marriage and had not that much experience before that either, she was barely 18 when we were married.

So we set up a plan for her sex romp the next day.

She would tell him she was married and her husband was very conservative and would not dream of making love outside their bedroom ,her all-time fantasy was to have sex in a public place (not unusual I am told)

The place would be in the back corner of the bar's parking lot.

I would be parked in the last but one row from the back.

If things got out of hand I would intervene.

I had a wireless mike at home which I would place under the last car in the corner, and she would set out her wares on the bonnet of that car, so not only would I be able to see everything that was going on but also everything that was being said. 

Flushed and excited she burst out "Let's try the Carr Park NOW! I MUST have a prick in me immediately if not sooner!"

We made our way to the back of the car park which was fairly dimly light, perfect for our purposes,

She backed onto the bonnet of the parked car and hiking up her skirt, murmured "anything you fancy down there big boy."

No second invitation was required; her plump pink little cunt was all puffed up and wet, ready to accommodate my aching prick without delay.

I dropped my trousers and with my dick stiff as a rod I slammed into her wet juiciness, she wailed with pleasure as the one thing she had not had in terms of sexual excitement was a good stiff dick giving her a good fucking, all the rest had served as fore play, now I was getting the payoff!

Within a few thrusts she had climaxed for the first time with me (how many times before with her new fuck friend I could only guess).

I was so excited by her storey and the rest that I soon began my build up to cumming, she told me to pump half into her pussy but to keep the rest for her mouth and face to remind her of her other lover!

I exploded deep inside her hot quim squirt after squirt of boiling cum, and about half way I pulled out spurting over her tummy and tits before finding her open mouth, she sucked and tongued me like never before, wanking my shaft and squeezing my balls and finally she let the last few spurts plash on her smiling face, running down her cheeks and neck.

"The other guy has a nicer prick-head than yours, it's bigger and silkier, but your shaft just as good if not better than his and you made me very happy, not just with your cock and how you fuck but also with your support for my first "away game" ever.

"I now claim my reward" I said

What's that?

A thorough spring clean of my not so spotless prick that's what!

With out further ado she went down on my soiled member, sucking almost all of its slippery length into her hot mouth. 

We fucked again on the car, and later on by the river bank, and finally she gave me head in a bus shelter before we went home exhausted, but very very happy.

Chapter 2

She was as excited as a teenager preparing for a first date, trying to decide what to wear, or what not to wear, what perfume to use, etc etc.

I told her that from previous experience her fuck partner was only interested in her cunt, since he threw her cloths on the floor the last time they met. I suggested a pair of satrapy high-heel sandals, that made her legs look great, and a short button through voile dress, and NOTHING else at all, especially no underclothes of any description.

The effect when she un-buttoned the little dress and stood before him in all her undoubted splendour would do the trick for sure, no further packaging required.

She tried on the dress, and walking up and down our sitting room as if on the catwalk, I wondered if I was mad to let her go to meet this stud with the magic cock, every time she passed in front of a light source I could see through the little dress- as though she was nude. WOW!

I took her to the bar and left her off and then parked the car as agreed. I placed the little cordless microphone under the last car in the parking lot.

I then quickly went to the Bar to see her hero.

I saw them immediately, in a booth in a dark corner of the bar, and I must say they made a stunning couple, she with her bobbed blond hair and dancers figure in a dress that kept no secrets, he tall dark and very good looking, sportily dressed in baggy linen pants and shirt, they were deep in an animated conversation.

I had an evening paper to hide behind, awhile they chatted away, as expected two glasses of champers were served, and after toasting each other they cuddled up and from the expression on her face I guessed he had just put his hand on her cunt, she blushed crimson and closed her eyes. Excited as she was about the whole thing she probably just came in his hand as he stroked her swollen clit.

They were about ¾ way through their drinks when I left the bar by the back door and installed myself in my car, with an uninterrupted view of the car where they were about to cuckold me, and fuck each others brains out.

Soon they came out hand in hand, like young lovers on a first date, and headed to the chosen spot.

She started to unbutton her mini-dress, and twirling before him let it drift to the floor, leaving her standing there with just her high-heels, as she swayed before him seductively.

"Jez what a body!, I have been dreaming about you since yesterday but even my imagination didn't do you justice, you are superb and I want to fuck you to exhaustion and that's both of us exhausted!

He lifted her up and laid her on the bonnet of the parked car, and buried his face in her pussy, and sucking her nosily licking her clit and cunt lips, she began groaning and sighing, its even better to night than last night, now fuck me, put that lovely cock in me as deep and as hard as you can.

He lifted his head from her wet pussy and leaving his pants fall to the floor he held his prick at the outer lips of her quivering cunt and with one thrust sent it all the way home to the depths of her hot gash.

Soon he was rhythmically fucking her to her evident ecstasy, she was cumming noisily and frequently, her dream of vicarious sex comes true! Her legs were locked behind him, and she arched her back to meet his solid thrusts, they writhed in their passion for what seemed like an age to me, as I was sat there a spectator at my young wife's first affair. I had to say full marks to her in her choice of partner as he seemed to know just how to use his equipment; she was on about her fourth orgasm when he started to cum deep in her wet positing till he was almost a blur of speed. Grunting with ecstasy he quickened his shafting going deeper with each thrust, finally he pulled out holding his shaft he spurted over her stomach tits and face, till she took his bulbous knob into her hungry mouth and massaging his balls with one hand she wanked his thick shaft with the other to pump every last drop of cum from him.

He stood back from her to catch his breath, and she lay on the car spread-eagled, legs apart, and cunt puffed up and dribbling cum, more cum glistening on her perfect body. She was superb in a very sluttish kind of way, and infinitely desirable in her wanton dishevelled state. I had a huge hard on and would dearly love to impale her on it right at that moment, but I could not, given the circumstances.

He made her kneel in front of him to begin the ritual cleaning of his cock, in preparation for the next assault on her pubic area.

Willingly she began licking him from the tip of his prick to his hairless balls, sucking him in and playing with him all the while.

Incredibly his dick was up again in a matter of minutes, and lifting her onto the car again he turned her over so he could enter her from behind, which he did without delay, slowly grinding her doggy style.

"Please stop that" se said in a high voice.

"What's the matter with you? I had my fingers in your arse last night and you didn't complain.

"That was part of oral, which is OK, but what you are trying to do now is just not on, PLEASE take your fingers out of my bum!"

She squealed in pain as he obviously shoved the offending finger(s) further up her hole.

"STOP NOW!" or I'm going home "she wailed.

I knew that this was serious as she had never had successful anal sex with me in 2 years of going out followed by five years of marriage. Every time she stopped before I got my dick properly into her hole.

To-night was no different.

"Just fuck me in the pussy or the mouth, but leave my bum-hole alone"

He pulled out of her pussy, rampant prick wet from their mingled juices, and picking up her dress from the floor he muttered "Fuck you and your instructions on how I am going to screw you"


What You See is What You Get



"Look, honey, your Uncle Joe and me, well, we're going to the beach. Wanna come along?"

Anne smiled at the older woman, touched by the obvious concern. "I'll be fine, Aunt Margaret. Honest. I'll read a little, just enjoy the break."

"Anne, sweetheart, you've hardly been out since you got here, and that's over a week ago. You can't hide from the world forever, you know."

Stung, Anne was about to make a sharp retort when she stopped. Aunt Margaret was right, it was time to come out of hiding. Besides, no-one knew her here, halfway across the country. She nodded. "You're right, of course. But then you always are."

"Which is why your mom asked me to invite you to stay for a while, because I'm always right. Well, usually," she said with a sideways look at her husband, who merely smiled. "Come on, enjoy some sun and sea air. Yes?" There was only care and concern in Margaret's face.

Anne smiled. "Okay. It is time I showed my face." At least, I can now, I think; I'm not sure I could when I arrived. Emotional wreck is putting it mildly, after the destruction job that soon-to-be ex-husband of mine did.

"If you're certain, then get your things and we'll be off."

"I'm sure. Let's go! I'll just get my bikini." Although whether I'll actually dare to wear it, I don't know, she thought, missing the expression which flitted across her aunt's face.

The drive took only twenty minutes, the narrow access road twisting through the birch and pines, and they were there. Anne felt the color drain from her face and a trembling deep within her.

"A nude beach! Aunt Margaret, is this your idea of a joke, because if it is, I don't find it funny." Anne was fighting to keep the tears she could feel in her eyes from falling.

Margaret shook her head, her look concerned, reaching for Anne's hand and squeezing her fingers. "Not a joke, hon, definitely. Your mom told us about Don, and what he said. None of it true, of course, we know that. No, Anne, we brought you here for a purpose. Hush, hon, I won't be long.

"Your Uncle Joe and I have been coming here for nearly two years, now, and we wished we'd started years ago." Margaret gave her niece a wry look. "Not that there were beaches like this back then, but there were places naturists could go."

"Why?" said Anne.

"Do you remember Tony and Rosa?"

"Yes?"

"They brought us. They said we'd be embarrassed at first, feel like we stood out, would maybe feel ashamed of our bodies, but that after an hour or two, after we'd seen how relaxed and natural everyone was, we'd enjoy ourselves." Margaret laughed. "Anne, honey, there's no power dressing when all you have is your skin! No clothes to hide the woman - or man - within. What you see is very much what you get, and you can concentrate on the person, not the shell."

There was a long silence. "She's right, sweetheart," said Joe. 

Anne gave her uncle a wry smile. "Maybe she is, but I'd never have the nerve."

"You'll never know unless you give it a try, Anne, but there's a reason we brought you today."

"There is? You mean apart from scaring me shitless, pardon my French."

Margaret laughed. "Yes, apart from that."

"And?"

"Do you know what today is?"

"Today? July fourteenth. What about today?"

"It's National Nude Day."

"National Nude Day? You're joshing me!"

Margaret shook her head. "No way, hon, it's National Nude Day, and the club here have a special promotion. Bona-fide members, that's me and your Uncle Joe, we can take a guest in, and that guest can keep his or her clothes on. The club asks only that you wear a yellow ribbon on your wrist while you're here, to show that you are a genuine guest. You can see what it's like without going naked. We find that most guests strip within the first hour. A few, a very few, leave and we never see them again." 

Margaret smiled. "We brought Todd, Julie and the twins last year. I think it took them about fifteen minutes. Julie was rather embarrassed at first, because she was expecting Lisa at the time, but there were at least three other pregnant women here, all further on than Julie, and that convinced her. I think the four of them chatted for an hour, comparing horror stories probably, but they laughed a lot. The twins, of course, thought it was great."

So cousin Todd had been, had he? There was another silence, until Anne sighed. "I can leave?"

"Whenever you want. You can take our car, we'll get a ride from someone."

"I don't have to go naked?" She was weakening, she knew, but suddenly she wanted to see for herself.

"Not unless you want to, sweetheart. Well, today, anyway. Normal rules again from tomorrow. Guests are expected to strip any other day."

"Okay, let's go. Sorry, Aunt Margaret, but I'm putting my bikini on." 

"Fine, sweetheart. Come on, the ladies' changing is this way. We'll see you inside, Joe."

Five minutes later, Anne was seeing a nudist beach from the inside. Very much like any other seaside beach, except that, apart from Anne and two or three others, everyone was naked. And it was equally clear to her that not everyone had the perfect bodies she might have expected. Far from it. There were all shapes and sizes, of both sexes, all obviously relaxed and comfortable with themselves. It was obvious to her very quickly that her aunt and uncle were liked and respected, because at a conservative count she'd been introduced to at least twenty people in the first fifteen minutes. Twenty naked people, twenty people who obviously felt comfortable in their skin, who took no notice of Anne's bikini, and who were just as polite and cheerful as Anne would expect if she'd been introduced to them in a shopping mall, with everyone fully clothed. They found a quiet spot and settled down, and Anne had a chance to look around. Nobody was paying them the slightest attention, and Anne found herself relaxing.

"Well?" said Margaret, her tone soft. Anne looked at her, really looked at her, and Margaret smiled. "Yes, hon, it's the real me. Drooping boobs, pot belly and all."

Anne laughed. "You're exaggerating." Yes, her aunt's breasts had dropped a little; yes, there was a softness around her midriff, but she could still turn heads, could Aunt Margaret. And a sly peek confirmed that Uncle Joe's prick could give a girl a good time. She looked around again, and then back at her aunt and uncle, seeing nothing but love and warmth in their look. "I'm being silly, aren't I?" Margaret shrugged, smiling, and Anne laughed. "Yes, I'm being silly." She stood, and in seconds had stripped off her bikini, before settling back down beside her aunt and uncle. Margaret nodded, smiling, and Joe reached across to squeeze her fingers.

"You look good, sweetheart."

"But it isn't hard to see I'm new, is it?" said Anne, gesturing to the pale areas on her breasts and bottom.

"Cottontail, we call it," said Margaret.

Anne giggled. "Yes, that one I understand."

"It soon disappears, love, if you keep coming."

That had been a year ago, and disappear it had, her tan smooth and even, without the pale areas now. She was staying with her aunt and uncle again, surprised and touched to find they'd given her a membership of the club as a birthday present. Again it was July 14, National Nude Day, a Saturday this time, so the beach was busier, and her divorce had been final for seven months. The days she'd spent on the nude beach last time had done wonders in restoring her self-esteem, the obviously admiring looks from some of the other members - mostly the men but she'd caught a few looks from other women - going a long way to restoring confidence almost wrecked by her ex-husband's derision, and a well-deserved promotion at the college where she taught had more or less finished the task. The fact that her ex-husband was still at the college as football coach no longer bothered her, as their paths seldom crossed.

Margaret and Joe had a prior engagement, promising to join her later, so Anne had come to the Hay Cove nude beach by herself, determined to shed her clothes for National Nude Day, the first anniversary of her public revelation. The prospect of possibly coming back every day for three weeks during her vacation trip pleased her, but she knew she owed her aunt and uncle for more than a mere membership gift. Their love and foresight had given her back herself.

She'd made friends with some of the members on her last stay with Margaret and Joe, one of them being the club receptionist, Kitty, a bubbly redhead whose personality always made Anne smile, and whose whoop of delight on seeing her left no doubt she was pleased to see her.

"Anne! You came back!"

"You mean you doubted me, Kitty? Shame on you," said Anne, hugging the other girl.

"Naah, I never doubted you, just didn't know when 'next time' was going to be. How long are you staying? "

"Three weeks with Aunt Margaret and Uncle Joe, then a week back home trying to find a new apartment.

"You should move out here. More time for the beach."

"True, but I prefer it as an occasional treat. I'm scared I might turn into an ageing beach bunny if I move."

Kitty laughed. "That's an image to treasure!"

"Many guests in today, Kitty?"

"About a dozen or so." She made a face. "Including some college football jocks who were acting like assholes before they even went onto the beach."

"Gary here?" said Anne, fighting a grin.

Kitty laughed. "Yeah, he is. I don't think anyone needs to worry about some asshole jocks with him around."

"Do you know, Kitty, it's a year to the day since Aunt Margaret persuaded me to come here. She said I'd probably strip off like most of the others did, and she was right. She said most people lasted less than an hour. I think I had my bikini on for a grand total of approximately twenty-seven minutes."

"And never regretted taking it off?"

Anne nodded. "And never regretted taking it off, yes."

"Anne? Tom and I, we're giving a party tonight. Only a dozen, for a barbecue dinner, but all couples except for my cousin, Tad. He just left the Air Force. Staying with Tom and me for a couple of weeks. Would you make the numbers up and be his partner for dinner?"

"Me? Are you sure?"

"Anne, he doesn't really know many people here except me and Tom. I think he's about your age, a little older, maybe, and I promise you he's taller than you!"

Anne laughed. At five feet ten she knew she looked better with a taller escort. She hesitated.

"Please?" said Kitty.

"Just dinner and chatting?"

Kitty smiled. "That's all I'm asking. Anything else has to be negotiated between you and Tad, okay?"

Anne laughed. A chance between slim and zero. "Okay, Kitty. I'll make the numbers up, just for you."

"Thanks, Anne. I owe you. You remember where we live?"

"I think I can find it again," Anne said, smiling.

"Seven-thirty, for eight o'clock dinner. Okay? Dress casual, Anne, smart but casual. Although, with your figure, you'd make any rag look smart."

"Yeah, right," said Anne, her tone dry, and Kitty laughed.

"You would," she said, and held her hands up as Anne made to speak. "But I'll say no more." Some more people had come in behind Anne and Kitty moved away to attend to them. "See you later."

Anne waved and made her way to the ladies' changing area, emerging onto the beach moments later wearing only a smile, and a feeling of coming home. She made her way along to her favored place, near a little cluster of pines. Quiet, because it was a little away from most of the action, it suited Anne. Margaret and Joe, too, because it was their favorite place as well. She spread her towel, set up the folding lightweight backrest she'd brought, and took out her sunblock, beginning to spread it over her arms, moving on to her breasts.

The jeering voice had an unwelcome familiarity. "Well, looky here, boys. How's that for a pair of jugs? Scarcely enough for a martini, never mind a beer."

"Fuck off, asshole," said Anne, her tone even, turning to gaze calmly at her ex-husband, noting with a detached amusement the surprised anger on his face at her retort.

"Hey, you can't talk like that to the coach, bitch," said one of his companions, a husky youth, presumably one of the football jocks Kitty had mentioned. Two of the three other youngsters nodded agreement, glowering at her, but the fourth looked uncomfortable.

"Why not?" said Anne. "It's the only language he understands." She was wary, but she was mad, too, although it didn't show. "You might have noticed I didn't use words with more than two syllables."

"Fuckin' bitch, you think you're funny, don't you?" The sneer would have cracked his face if it got any wider.

"Funny? No. Why would I want to be funny? To amuse gutter rats like you? Grow up, little boy." Out of the corner of her eye she saw Don's face darkening, and got ready to run. She'd already had far too much of his temper. The one who'd sneered stepped forwards aggressively, but she surprised him by stepping forwards, her fists clenched, a rage building in her. Sneer-face stopped, startled, but she felt her arm taken and she was thrown down onto the sand.

Don loomed over her, his face dark with anger. "You don't treat my boys like that, bitch," he hissed. "For that I'm going to teach you another lesson." He raised his hand to hit her, when a new voice broke in. Calm, unhurried.

"Touch her and I'll break your arm."

The tension was sudden and absolute. The newcomer was tall, lightly built, poised, unblinking gaze fixed on Don, who stared back at him, a smile slowly spreading over his face. "You and which army?"

Anne recognized the new voice. "We don't need no army. Leave this beach now, walking, and don't come back. Or you can be carried off. Your choice." Gary Adana's voice was calm, unhurried, no threat in his tone, merely a statement of fact, but at six feet seven and about three hundred pounds, none of it fat, he didn't get many arguments. Muttering, casting angry looks back, the coach and his four jocks trudged away. Anne was momentarily amused to notice that none of the five had gained the nerve to strip.

Gary turned to her. "You okay, Anne?"

She nodded. "Fine, Gary, thanks. Embarrassed more than anything."

"You know that guy?"

She made a face. "Yeah, but I wish I didn't, not any more." 

Gary stared at her for a moment, then nodded. "I'll just make sure they leave. Coming?" he said to the other man, who nodded, gave Anne a smile, and the two men moved off after the retreating jocks. Anne was momentarily disconcerted to realize that the stranger was only a couple of inches shorter than Gary. But a lot lighter. Nice ass, too.

"Anne, honey. You okay?" The speaker was a slender, older woman, her face concerned.

Anne forced a smile. "Fine, Jenny, fine."

Jenny nodded. "If you're sure." She nodded and turned away, and Anne was suddenly aware of several other members moving away, realizing that, had Don started anything, it would have been stopped very quickly. Movement caught her eye, and she looked towards the entrance to see Margaret and Joe hurrying towards her.

"Anne! Are you all right?"

"Fine, Aunt Margaret."

"Was that, um, Don?"

Anne nodded. "It was," she said, her answer clipped, toneless. 

Her Aunt Margaret was no fool and could tell that Anne wasn't going to say anything. Instead, she smiled. "Kitty tells me you're invited to a party."

Relieved at the change of subject, Anne laughed. "Yeah, purely to make the numbers up. Call it a blind date. I know who my partner is, Kitty's cousin, Tad, but I've never met him." Margaret opened her mouth to speak but then shut it again.

"Yes?"

"Nothing, honey. You enjoy the party. You probably will, Kitty's good fun."

Anne spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing, enjoying good company, sunshine, sea air. Reading a little, swimming a little, chatting a little, the time passed quickly, and at six-thirty they were home.

"I'll take a shower," said Anne, "and then get changed. If I remember correctly, Kitty's place is within walking distance, isn't it?"

"About four blocks," said Joe. "Don't worry, I'll give you a ride. If it's late and you don't have an escort, give me a ring and I'll pick you up, too."

"Uncle Joe, you're a sweetie," said Anne, kissing his cheek.

He hugged her. "It's easy to be for you, hon."

Seven-thirty, and Anne was dropped off at Tom and Kitty's by her uncle. "I won't come in, hon. Kitty will want to play hostess, and I'm not the guest. I'll just wait until you're in. Don't forget, ring me if you want a ride back."

"Will do, Uncle Joe. See you later, maybe." Kitty must have been watching, because the door swung open as she approached it, and Kitty was waiting for her. Anne turned and waved, and Joe waved back before driving off.

"Hi, Anne, come on in and meet everyone."

Which turned out to be relaxed and easy, as Anne had met most of the other couples before, most of them at the nude beach. Only one couple were strangers, John and Clara, and they soon made Anne welcome.

"Tad's helping Tom with the barbecue," said Kitty. "Or rather, he was. Tad," she called, "I'd like you to meet Anne Jens. Anne, this is my cousin, Tad McCann."

Anne turned, a smile ready on her lips, a smile which broadened as she recognized her rescuer from the beach.

"Hi, again," she said.

"Again?" said Kitty.

Anne smiled. "He rescued me from some unpleasantness at the beach this morning."

"I think Gary deserves the credit for that."

She shook her head. "He was back-up. You spoke first."

Tad smiled. "True, but Gary was the persuader, don't you think?"

"You were both gallant gentlemen who rescued a damsel in distress."

"Looks like you two don't need an icebreaker," said Kitty. "Excuse me, I need to organize some salad." She hurried away.

"Tell me I'm prying if you like," said Tad, "but I had the feeling you knew each other?"

Anne grimaced, and she could feel the distaste. "You mean me and the oaf on the beach?"

"Not the kid, the older man."

"My ex-husband," she said, her voice cold.

Tad nodded. There was a pause. "We say no more?"

Anne smiled. "Please."

"Okay, so tell me about yourself."

"Why?"

"Because I'm curious."

"I thought that was supposed to be a female trait," Anne said, laughing.

Tad shrugged, smiling. "Maybe I have cat genes."

"Okay, I'm twenty-seven, my teeth are my own, my hair really is this color, and I teach at a small mid-west college, where my ex-husband is the football team coach. Our paths rarely cross, thank goodness."

"Subject?"

"Sorry?"

"What do you teach?"

"Oh, of course. Medieval and Elizabethan poetry, and creative writing." Anne grinned. "I tend not to have football jocks in my classes."

Tad laughed. "Interesting mix of subjects."

Anne smiled. "They suit me. It's fun bringing the use of words in poetry, into a discussion on modern authors. 'Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite'," she quoted.

"'Fool,' said my Muse to me, 'look in thy heart, and write'," said Tad with a grin.

"You know Sidney?" said Anne, surprised.

"Only that one sonnet, to be honest. It stuck in my head in high school and wouldn't go away."

"He's one of my Elizabethan poets, along with Shakespeare, of course, Spenser, Aphra Behn - "

"Ah, the first recognized woman playwright."

Anne laughed. "Ex-Air Force, huh. What are you, a warrior-poet, like Sidney?"

Tad shrugged. "Just because I fly airplanes doesn't mean I can't have poetry in my soul."

"True, I guess. Okay, I've told you about me. What about you?"

"Not a lot to tell. Graduated from college at twenty-two, and went straight into the Air Force. Nine years service, and I was discharged a month ago. So I'm thirty-one, currently unemployed, and bumming accommodation for a week or two from my cousin, Kitty, who told me she had a lovely, lady guest coming tonight who I really should meet."




What You See is What You Get



Let's get the introductions out of the way. Leo and Yvonne Bridgeport have been married just over ten years. They meet all the criteria for this kind of story—both good looking, both take care of themselves, etc. They have two boys, Sammy (8) and Roy (6). They both work and have good paying jobs and both their parents live within an hour of them so the grandparents are no strangers. 

Yvonne works for a public relations firm and she is the Executive Secretary to Alex Kettering. Alex is rather young (30) and unmarried, but he's good at his job. He is a junior VP reporting to Norm Howe, CFO. Everyone working for him likes him, especially after the tyrant they has who retired about six months ago. 

Now let's set the stage for Leo. He works for a large nuclear engineering firm. He is set for a big promotion pending the outcome of the project he is currently engaged in. The contract, a retrofit project, started at the end of February and is due to complete by the end of the coming March. The pressure has been intense, demanding lots of hours and almost an estrangement from his family. Yvonne and the children are aware of the situation and are doing their best to not bother him with unnecessary problems.

However, Yvonne is wrestling with a problem of her own. The problem dates back to before Leo. She had been an absolute party animal in high school, college, and for the two years after college until she met and fell in love with Leo.

Leo was well aware of Yvonne's previous life, history, or reputation, whatever you'd like to call it. In fact he had been heard to say that the way she lived and partied, he didn't know how she had avoided contracting an STD or getting pregnant.

When they fell in love, that seemed to be what she needed and it made a complete change to her lifestyle. She has been absolutely faithful to him since the night they both professed their love for each other and he gave her an engagement ring. (Yes she was still playing the field while dating him until the ring appeared.). Leo was happy with the change he saw and eight months later they were married.

The project Leo was engaged in had quickly cut their sex life from two to four times a week to just barely once a month. Some of the old sexual urges Yvonne had experienced in the past were surfacing again and she spent much time totally frustrated, sexually.

Now the story.

It was Tuesday, the week after the fourth of July and he was very late again when he got home. As he came in through the kitchen and entered the dining room, Yvonne met him gave him a peck on the cheek, said, "Hi," and then pushed by to go the kitchen to warm up his supper. 

He was tired, but not so tired that he hadn't noticed that for several nights he had not received a real kiss. In addition, she usually just called to him from the living room, if she was still up, that his dinner was ready and to put it in the microwave on the way in.

Removing his coat and tie he dropped them on the chair dining room and circled back to the kitchen. Yvonne poured a glass of tea for him and told him to sit down at the kitchen table; she would bring his dinner to him. 

He sipped his tea and relaxed a little while his dinner heated. While waiting, Yvonne sat across from him and quickly tried to stir up conversation by asking questions that he knew she really didn't want answered. He quickly began to feel that something was weird. It was just a sense. The only visible affirmation was that Yvonne seemed to be nervous or worked up over something. But now that he thought about it, he noted that she definitely was not her usual self, and hadn't been for several weeks, All he knew was that he didn't like what he was feeling and God knows, he didn't need another problems added to his plate right now

He finished his diner and she continued with a flow of questions idle chatter. Being tired, he was in no mood to play the game any longer and finally, in exasperation, "OK Yvonne, what's up? You have something on your mind and I have a feeling that it's not good."

She couldn't look him in the eye. "I'm sorry honey. I'm OK. Like you, I'm tired and my nerves are a little frayed." Then she looked at the floor.

"Damn it Yvonne, don't tell me you're OK when I can tell that you are not. What about these frayed nerves? Are the boys in trouble or creating a problem?"

"No honey, the boys are just fine. They told me to tell you they love you when I tucked them in. It's late and we're both tired. Let's go to bed. We can talk later."

Sarcastically, "Yeah, right." Let's ignore the little grass fire and wait for it to become a full blown forest fire. A problem is much easier to take care of that way because you can really see the fire once it has engulfed half the forest. We're not going anywhere until you tell me what is bothering you."

"Please Leo; it's nothing that has to be resolved right now. It's late and it can wait until later. Let's go to bed."

"I don't want to spend a restless night trying to guess what is bothering you. It's obvious that it isn't as simple as an overdraft on our bank account or that you had an accident and smashed the car up. So let's have it. What gives?"

She sat there wringing her hands, looking at the floor and then at the ceiling. Finally a couple of tears appeared and she straightened up. "OK Leo. I thought I had a way of leading into this gently. But I've forgotten what it was. So I'm just going to blurt out a question. Oh God, how do I say it?"

Then getting her courage together, "Leo, what would you say if I asked if I could have sex with other men on occasions?"

He had just taken a sip of his tea, and he spewed it all over the table. Loudly, "What did you say?"

Almost calmly, "Leo, keep your voice down or you'll have the boys in here. You heard what I said. I'm not going to repeat it. You don't have to answer right now. We can talk later." She rose to head for the bedroom.

Almost sputtering, "Not so fast lady. Sit your ass back in that chair. First, we don't have to wait until later. I'll give you my answer right now and then I have a few questions. To answer your question, if we get a divorce, you can fuck anyone you like. Do you want a divorce? Is that what you are leading up to?" Once said he had to run for the bathroom and made it just before supper was served again.

She followed him to the bathroom and tried to soothe him. Once he had finished, washed his face, and rinsed his mouth he looked at her without saying a word. He pushed by her and returned to the kitchen where he sat down, lowered his head to the table, covered his head with his arms and began to cry.

Crying herself, she gathered his shoulders in her arms. "Oh honey, it's not what you think. I shouldn't have let you push me into speaking without explaining it rather than just blurting it out. Please forgive me."

From under his arms, "Honey, I know that I haven't been giving you the attention you need since I have been on this damned project, but I never dreamed it would come to this. What can I do to make it up to you? Oh God this is awful. I'm going to be sick again."

He dashed for the bathroom again, but it was mostly dry heaves. She waited in the kitchen this time cursing herself for having let this happen. There was a problem to be addressed but she had really blown it allowing herself to jump in with her head-on approach.

Leo returned and she suggested that they go to bed and then talk about it in the morning.

He was shuddering but he was able to belt out, "Are you kidding. You are, without coming right out and saying it, basically saying that you want a divorce; and I'm supposed to go to bed and sleep on it?" Then, in total resignation, "Alright, if you want a divorce, we will see attorneys tomorrow. But I still won't be able to sleep. It seems when one thing turns to shit, everything turns to shit." With that outburst he covered his head and went into deep bone jarring sobs.

Yvonne was completely unnerved. She had never, in her wildest dreams conceived of anything like what was taking place. He had completely misunderstood her. She sat there not knowing what to do. She had never seen Leo like this and it scared her. Why hadn't she gone to bed after the news like she usually did when he worked late? Why had she been so bull-headed thinking that she had to get the problem on the table tonight? She knew now that she should have put aside her desire to address her problem until there was a reasonable time to do it. Another day or two wouldn't have made a damned bit of difference. In fact, she could have, and should have waited until the weekend.

"Honey, I'm not going to bed without you. I can't leave you like this. You have jumped to a conclusion that has no merit. I'm not now, nor have I ever been thinking of a divorce. Can we talk and see if we can get a little resolution and then go to bed?"

In a sort of blubber, "You can talk if you want. I'm in no condition to talk right now." 

"Well OK, let me try to explain. You remember what kind of a girl I was when you met me. I think the term wild was an understatement. But we fell in love and everything has worked out wonderfully. That is, until you got slammed with this project almost eight months ago. 

"Our sex life was slowing down before that but I was able to make it was workable. When the project came along, our sex life went to almost zero. Once a month is now a banner month. Honey, from my background you know that I was, and still am, accustomed to and needed much more than what is availablenow, a whole lot more.

Yvonne continued to review their past and then finally got to the main point. She wasn't blaming Leo for this project. But she was having a terrible time with this almost sexless life. She didn't want to cheat on him and had come to the conclusion that maybe her needs could be met if he were to allow her to be with other men from time-to-time until this project was over.

He raised his head and looked at her through blood shot eyes. Somewhat sarcastically again, "Oh sure honey, you just go fuck whoever you want, whenever you want. Good ole Leo can't handle the job so make yourself happy. Go fuck the world."

"Honey, please. I don't want anyone but you. But I've got to have more action. I thought this would be a means for handling my needs. I would be very discreet and you wouldn't have to know when it happened. I thought that way it wouldn't hurt you. I'm sorry to have hurt you so badly now. It was a dumb idea to start with.

With the sobbing almost gone, "I'm sorry too. I will try to make it up to you. Please, if you need me, even if I'm dead tired, tell me and I'll try. Just tell me one thing truthfully. Have you messed around while I've been on the project? Is that what gave you the idea?"

In tears, "Oh no sweetheart. I haven't played around. I promise. But I have to tell you honestly that I have been tempted to cheat on several occasions. Fortunately I just love you too much to do it."

She went around the table and embraced him tenderly. They kissed and went to bed. Neither slept well, but they did get some rest.

In the morning as they were about to go their ways, he pulled her to him and told her that no matter what happened on the project, he would be home in time for dinner tonight and that maybe they could farm the kids out at the grandparents.

She squealed with delight and told him that she would have her folks come get the boys after school. They had an almost honeymoon-like night. They both were happy and they renewed their promises to get their family life back on track.

* * * * * *

Leo did his best to keep the promise and to provide Yvonne with the sex she wanted and needed. But after about a month, the pressures of the project pulled him back into the old track and their sex life was back to the barely once a month routine. The project was still over six months from completion.

It was Labor Day. Alex, her boss, asked her a week before to bring the family and come to his house for games and barbecue in the afternoon, she gladly accepted, knowing that Leo most likely wouldn't be able to get away and apologized for Leo not being able to come. As it turned out, the boys didn't go either. Leo's folks had made plans for an outing to the zoo and that appealed more to the boys than games and barbecue.

Alex owned a beautiful home and used the holiday as an excuse for getting his group together socially. The barbecue was catered and out of a working group of nine people, Yvonne had counted twenty-nine people including herself and Alex. She was grateful that the boys hadn't come because there was only one girl their age present. The other children were considerable younger than they. It was a wonderful afternoon and Yvonne was grateful for the company of her peers on this holiday. It was especially nice since Alex did not encourage drinking like his predecessor did. Therefore, there had been no confrontations as there had been at some previous parties where the drinking was almost to the excess. The party wound down and started to break up and by five-thirty everyone was on the way out. 

Going against her better judgment she offered to stay and help him clean up and straighten up. Her better judgment had said, 'Go home. He has come on to you on several occasions. This might be giving him the wrong signal.' But, she had determined it wouldn't take long and that helping was simply a friendly thing to do.

They got the house back in shape quickly and Alex suggested that they go to a little restaurant a block away and have some supper. He would certainly love her company and not have to eat alone. She agreed and they walked to the restaurant. Having the barbecue, neither was very hungry and they had a sandwich and then walked back to his place. Once there, she told him thanks for a nice day and goodnight, as she headed for her car. He caught her hand and noted that the evening was young. "Come in, have a drink, and watch TV with me for a while."

Again, her better judgment was not heeded. The boys were staying with the grandparents over night, and Leo wouldn't be home before ten or eleven at the earliest and it was only a little after seven now. So, why not?

He poured them small drinks and sat beside her on the couch. In the small talk he said, several times, how nice it was to have company. Shortly he moved his arm on top of the couch over her shoulder and behind her neck, almost, but not quite touching her. Things might have been alright except for the fact that they were watching a love story and the love scenes pushed right up to the boundary of what is allowed on public TV. The scenes were having an effect on Yvonne. 

The sense of his arm behind her felt good and when it slipped down making contact with her neck and his hand started to rub the top of her shoulder, she didn't object. He was now sitting as close to her as he could without being in her lap. There was a long passionate kiss being delivered on the TV and she felt his lips gently touch her cheek. When she reacted and turned her face to see what he was doing, her lips ran smack into his. They hardly touched before they withdrew but she felt just a tinge of wanting more.

After a few minutes, he attempted another kiss to the cheek. This time she turned, on purpose, and the resulting kiss lasted several seconds. With the second kiss, she began having feelings that she hadn't had in quite some time. She gasped when that little voice chimed in, 'You're foolish not to take advantage of his overtures. It won't hurt to cheat once.' She tried to push the thought out of her head, but it wasn't budging. She needed, no, she really wanted some release.

Her head was racing around at dizzying speeds with do's and dont's but when he attempted the next kiss, she met him and she left no doubt in Alex's mind that she was available. The kiss lasted at least a minute and when it broke, they were both panting.

Without a word he stood, took her by the hand, pulled her to her feet, and led her to the bedroom. There were no pretenses and there was no need to speak. They undressed and she was soon elevated into the clouds of sexual fulfillment. His cock was absolutely right. She couldn't tell if it was any different than Leo's, but Alex definitely knew how to use it to the fullest.

Alex pumped her full of his seed and they lay in each others arms and kissed gently. Alex broke the silence. "You are fantastic. Can you stay for a while? Could we have another round?"

She smiled, touched his cheek, and just before her lips met his she answered him softly, "Yes and yes."

The second round was pure dessert. She was completely fulfilled and satisfied. When they finished, she knew that she needed to get home, just in case, being a holiday, Leo got home a little early. When she told Alex that she needed to go and to get cleaned up before Leo got home, he suggested that she take a shower in the guest bathroom. She would find everything she needed in the closet, including travel douche kits.

"Wow, you really take care of your women don't you?"

"I try. But I must not be doing something right. You see I'm still not married." 

She got home and then her acts of infidelity hit her. What if he does come home early, and being a holiday, wants to make love? Would he be able to detect what she had done? 'Lady, you had better get hold of yourself or he certainly will suspect something.'

Well, Leo didn't get off early. She waited for him and worried and condemned herself for letting her marriage take a back seat tonight. She was ashamed of herself, but she had to admit that she was satisfied. Sleep came slowly but she was asleep before he arrived. 

In the morning, while they were together, she had to consciously remember to look at him and not let herself look at the floor or out the window. She suffered with her transgression for several days and then the whole episode began to gradually fade away. 

Two weeks later, her infidelity was reawakened when Alex asked her for lunch. She had pretty much been avoiding him apart from business. She didn't linger in his office as she had done in the past nor did they have small talk in his office or at her desk. But when he directly addressed her, she had to respond. "I'm sorry Alex, but I have errands to run." 

"Well what about supper tonight or lunch tomorrow?"

"I have to get home to take care of the boys and for lunch tomorrow..."

He interrupted, "Well tell me when we can get together. I want to talk to you. I can't tell you what a wonderful time it was at the barbecue."

She blushed and knew that she couldn't avoid him indefinitely. She finally told him that she was pretty sure she could do lunch the day after tomorrow. She was trying to be a good girl and be faithful to her husband. But on the other side, she knew what he had to offer and she was sure why she had been invited to lunch. He was going to try to make a future date with her that did not include lunch. Her needs to be a good and faithful wife were being trumped by the fact that she was a woman and her sex drives were straining under the brake that had been applied by this damned project of Leo's

Mid-morning, before lunch, Alex called and asked her if she could take a long (hour and a half) lunch and go from one-thirty until three. She thought it a little unusual but she saw no problem and agreed. They would meet at the deli downstairs.

They met on schedule and at Alex's direction ordered food to take out. Then Yvonne became an owner of some confidential information that few people in the company knew. The company leased two suites of rooms at the hotel next door on a permanent basis. When the rooms were not being used by clients, several of the top management could use them for personal friends and guests.

One suite was vacated this morning and Alex had acquired it for the afternoon. Yvonne didn't have any question about what was going on. She reasoned that she had done it once and it had been good. And God knows that she needed a good fuck right now. This seemed to be safe and so why not?




What You See is What You Get



When they got to the suite, there was a package at the door. Alex picked it up and gave it to her. She carried it into the room thinking he had given it to her to carry while he got the door. He shut the door and pulled her to him. "I take it that you have no problem with being here?'

Almost shyly, "No."

"Well open the package."

"It's for me?"

"I wouldn't tell you to open it if it weren't."

She opened the package and withdrew a very sexy powder blue night gown. She knew it had come from the shop across the street. She had often drooled over their apparel but had never felt like spending the money on it. She also retrieved a parcel wrapped in a plain wrapper. It was a travel douche. 

She was holding it in her hand and blushing when she asked, "How did you know my size?"

"Doesn't one size fit all? "He retorted.

She broke into a hysterical laugh, but was able to get out, "Not this you fool, the night gown."

He laughed at his joke and then told her, "They (the sales persons) converted it from the blouse size I gave them. I got that on Labor day."

"What if I wouldn't have come here with you? 

Still laughing, "Well I guess you would have to take it home and use it there." Giving her a quick kiss and a light swat on the butt, "We're wasting time. Go to the bathroom and change."

She changed and was almost embarrassed at what she saw in the mirror. The gown almost screamed, 'I want to be FUCKED,' and it wasn't being screamed at her husband. The twinge of the feeling of infidelity came and then passed away very quickly. On the way to the room she had given earnest thought to what she was about to do for a second time. She had no doubt in her mind what was going to happen when Alex explained in the deli where they were going. She also knew that she wasn't going to try to back out.

When they were getting their food and headed for the hotel she had immediately said to herself, 'this is wrong.' But she knew she wanted this sexual release which was being offered. She wasn't mad or upset with Leo for his lack of sexual desire and she wasn't blaming him for her condition. But no matter who was at fault or who was to blame, she was at her wits end. Knowing that if she went with Alex today, he would probably want to repeat it in the future, she had finally arrived at the conclusion that she needed this and that it could serve her needs until Leo finished that damned project. She would be very careful since the last thing she wanted was to hurt or distract Leo or to damage their wonderful marriage. She returned to the bedroom and Alex was lying on his back on the bed wearing only his shorts. The pronounced tent in his shorts said he was ready. She had not had him in her mouth on Labor Day and she crawled onto the bed pulled his cock out of his shorts and found that he was indeed about the same size as Leo. She was able to take the full length into her mouth and throat.

He groaned in pleasure for a very short while and then he pushed her off, pulled his shorts off, and then pulled her back on top in the sixty-nine position. They gave each other oral pleasure until they were both about to explode. He again pushed her off and after confirming that she was on birth control, he slid his cock into her in one long, slow, continuous stroke. She was so ready that she had an orgasm about the fourth or fifth time he pumped into her. Her orgasm triggered him and he filled her belly with his juices.

After a very brief cool down, he asked if she did anal. She responded that she had and didn't mind it at all. She hardly got the words out before Alex was spreading some jelly on her ass and starting the penetration. She didn't get to finish, "But I prefer to reserve my ass for my husband."

It felt wonderful. It had been literally months since Leo had been in her ass. Shortly Alex exploded in her ass and she was now dripping his cum both fore and aft. She didn't know if the way she was feeling was from the sexual pleasure she had just had or from the release of the sexual pressures that had been building. It didn't matter. She was at peace and now she was ready to continue this relationship until the project ended.

As things worked out, she became Alex's slut one or two times a week. On a couple of occasions one grandparent or the other would take the boys on a Saturday for some sort of outing. Leo worked almost every Saturday now and so she spent several Saturdays with Alex. On several occasions she did a reality check on herself and each time determined that she still loved Leo, but she loved the sexual release and pleasure she was getting from Alex. Alex was lowered a little, in her opinion, when she found that Alex could be quite devious at times, something Leo never was.

There had been only one incident that she regretted. Thanksgiving weekend her folks had asked to take the boys to the mountains for three days. Of course, she was invited but she turned the offer down saying she had Christmas shopping to do. As was always the case, Leo worked Saturday but he promised to be home and take her to dinner around seven.

As she was finishing her second cup of coffee, Alex called and asked if she would like to come over until evening. He told her that he had a surprise and they could really have some fun. She didn't need a second invitation. She would go over round noon and then they would have the afternoon together. She would need to be home by five since Leo could come home any time between seven and midnight.

When she arrived, there was another car in the driveway. She recognized the car but couldn't identify who it belonged to. As soon as she was ushered in, she recognized who owned the car. She was standing face-to-face with Norm Howe, the CFO, and Alex's boss. Needless to say she was surprised and confused. This looked like business, yet Alex had talked about having fun.

They had a drink and chatted for a short while. She was beginning to get a bad feeling about the fun that was planned. While they were chatting, Alex excused himself to use the bathroom. As soon as he disappeared Norm, got up from his seat and sat down on the couch, next to her, where Alex had been.

Nothing was really happening, but as Norm was making a point to the story he was telling, his hand came to rest on her bare knee. She was wearing a short skirt and wool sweater without a bra because it was what Alex liked. Presently Alex returned and Norm yielded the seat to Alex and resumed his seat in the recliner chair.

They had talked almost an hour and nothing seemed to be happening. Maybe Norm had dropped by on some business errand and Alex was just waiting and hoping for him to leave. She was beginning to think that maybe Norm wouldn't leave for a while; he sure didn't appear to be getting ready to leave. She was looking forward to having sex with Alex, but maybe it wasn't going to happen today.

It was then that Alex asked Norm to be excused; that he needed to talk to Yvonne alone. He led her to the kitchen and then hit her with a bomb shell. "Yvonne, I want to ask you something and please don't get upset. Have you ever had sex as part of a threesome?"

She didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, but there was definite alarm in her voice when she loudly blurted out, "WHAT?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to alarm you. I just thought that maybe you had or that you had at least entertained the idea." 

"Well I never have." Actually she had not only been involved in threesomes, but she had participated in large group sex orgies. Of course, this was before meeting Leo. Not wanting to sound out of sorts, which she was to some degree, she lied. "No, I have never been involved or given it any thought. Of course, I know it goes on but it has never been something Leo and I have considered."

"I don't want to offend you, but would you like to give it a try? To be honest, that's why Norm is here today. But really, you don't have to."

She paused like she was thinking it over. Of course she would like to do it again. It had been years since she had two men and the memories of those occasions were all good. "Alex, it sounds intriguing but I don't know."

"No, and you'll never know if you don't try it. I promise that we will be gentle."

Another pensive moment and then, "Well OK, let's give it a try, but I may chicken out in the middle."

"Great and I'll promise you that you won't chicken out once you try it." Raising his voice, "Norm, Yvonne is willing to try it."

From the living room, "Great. Let's get started."

They went to the bedroom and helped each other get undressed. Yvonne was amazed at Norm. He was approaching fifty yet he was in as good shape as Alex. In addition he had a cock that was something to behold. By the time he got his clothed off his cock was standing straight out and it had to be at least nine inches long When she reached over and grabbed it, her fingers just barely wrapped around it. It had been a long time since she had seen one this size.

In the next hour and a half they explored about every possible combination and position that they could. She had a load of cum deposited in her pussy, one in her ass, and two in her mouth. It was wonderful. The time was getting late and she innocently spoke up, "I have heard about having a cock in the pussy and one in the ass at the same time. Does that actually happen?"

Norm spoke up, "Yes, it actually happens. It's called 'double penetration' or "DP.' Would you like to try it?"

"Well, I don't know. I'm..."

Alex cut in, "We've tried everything else, why not. Haven't you enjoyed it so far?"

"Oh, yes."

"There, I told you. Norm lie down and Yvonne you get on top and face him, let him slide his cock in your pussy, and then you lie down on him. OK?

"Well, I don't know. Are you sure this won't hurt?"

"Try it."

She straddled Norm and let his wonderfully large cock slide all the way into her. She was thinking to herself that she could take a lot more of his cock. She felt her ass being painted with jelly and then Alex began the entry into her from behind. Floods of memories past popped into her mind as she relived and recalled the wonderful sensation of having two cocks in you at the same time separated only by a layer of skin.

She became a cum depository again and she had one small orgasm followed by a large crashing one just as the two men proceeded to dump.

When it was over, she cleaned up and they talked for a while. At this time she learned that the hotel suite situation was known and shred by only three other execs beside Norm and Alex. Alex was by far the most junior, both in age and position. She thanked them both for a wonderful afternoon and was home before five.

It was a good thing she got home when she did because Leo came in before five-thirty; very early for him. She panicked when he walked in thinking he was home early and would want to have sex. She was completely satiated and was worried whether she could handle him. She lucked out because he had come home early with a nasty headache.

In all truthfulness, though sexually gratified, she was not happy with herself for having participated in the threesome. At issue first was the question of how far was she going to go now that she had crossed the line. She was being unfaithful to Alex, but before she had justified it telling herself that this was a temporary fix until the project ended. Yes, she had truly enjoyed the threesome and she had particularly liked the big cock that Norm brought into the adventure. But the question that was really bothering her was, 'By going beyond her affair with Alex, had she opened the door that could eventually end up with her being a/the company slut?

It was obvious that the five executives shared information. Could her ill advised session be used to blackmail her into having sex with the other three (whoever they were) and to participating in more group sessions? With Leo sleeping his headache off in bed next to her, she just wanted to cry. What had she done, what was she doing to their marriage? She comforted herself by telling herself that she would not damage the marriage so long as she was careful and he never found out. No matter how great the sex was, she still loved this great and gentle guy who was doing his best to provide a wonderful home for her and the two boys. 

Leo was aware that there had been a change in Yvonne. He had noted and even remarked to her that he had noted the changes in her and thanked her for being such a faithful, wonderful, and supportive wife through these very difficult times they were passing through. 

Knowing the real truth, every time he would express his happiness and appreciation, she had to fight back tears of extreme grief and overwhelming shame and remorse for what she was doing. She loved Leo but she seemed to have this need that he couldn't meet right now and so she had sought relief elsewhere. Her daily prayer was that he would never know. 

Christmas was coming. Everyone was planning parties and Leo had to beg off from most of them. This did not set well with Yvonne and she finally told him that his damned company was not going to ruin her Christmas. She was going to attend most of the parties with or without him.

Things were strained at home and Leo kept promising himself that he wasn't going to take any more of this and that he was going to spend time with his family. But the promises were short lived as he was constantly drug in to critical and overtime situations. Decisions were difficult. He knew at the completion of the project, about six months away, that he was in for a big promotion that would take him off the firing line. He knew Yvonne was doing her best but he also knew she had a breaking point. He just didn't know where that breaking point was. If he lost her, what would the promotion mean? Conversely, would Yvonne stick with him if he told the company to stuff the project: that he was going to take time for his family and consequently got fired or remained on the firing line: no promotion they were both looking forward to? The ultimate Catch 22.

One night Yvonne asked him for a direct answer. Her company's Christmas party was this Saturday. Was he going? Since it was a sit down dinner affair, the company needed to know who would attend.

Leo knew that this Saturday night was a major checkpoint in the project. He should really be on the job. Looking at Yvonne he could see that she was near tears. To hell with it, "Yes, I'll go."

She brightened up slightly, gave him a kiss and told him how happy she was. But something didn't seem right. She seemed to be happy but knowing her all these years, she was not the kind of happy he was accustomed to. He heard her later telling a coworker on the phone that her husband would be there. Again, the words were there, but the feeling he expected seemed to be missing. He had thought that she would be overjoyed that he was going to be with her, but her demeanor didn't reflect that. Could they hold out just a few more months? He was troubled but brushed it aside as he thought about how much he had been out of her life recently.

Yvonne was pleased that Leo was going to come to the party. But considering what had been happening the last few months she was preparing herself for him to inform her at the last minute that he was going to have to beg off. Or equally as bad, get to the party and then, as had happened with parties in the past, have his cell phone ring and then he spend hours on the phone, or even worse, have to arrange to get her home because he was going to have to leave and go to the job site. 

Saturday night arrived and Leo was drooling as his beautiful Yvonne came into the living room. She was a knockout and he was wishing right then that they could stay home and spend the whole evening in bed. She teased him by posing so that he could quickly see that she was not wearing anything but the dress, garter belt, stockings and 'fuck-me' heels. There was nothing terribly revealing about what she was wearing, but knowing what wasn't under there had him ready for action.

His rapture was broken when she moved up beside him and told him that they needed to go or they would be late. She said her last quiet prayer as they drove that he would be with her for the entire party. She almost cried when that voice in her head came back saying. "Dream on lady, nothing has changed."

The dinner was wonderful and Leo was feeling more relaxed than he had in ages. Just as the desserts were being cleared and the band starting to play for the dance, that terrible sound crashed in on his thoughts. It was his cell phone. Yvonne looked at him with that all too knowing look and said, "Please don;t answer it." He told her he had to and answered the phone. After a moment of discussion he turned to Yvonne and said, "No, I'm not leaving, but I will be on the phone for a little while. I promise it won't be all night."

She kissed him lightly and told him she was going to find someone to dance with, knowing that these calls rarely lasted less than an hour. Her evening and her dreams were down the tubes. 

While talking from an alcove, he could glance out and see his beautiful wife dancing with various partners. However, he noted that she returned to this one man several times. And, as it turned out, he was on the phone for over an hour. In the process, as the time passed, he had lost track of Yvonne and now with the call finished he started looking for her.

Yvonne, thoroughly frustrated, had danced with several of her peers. Of course, she danced with Alex on several occasions. After about a half hour had passed, and Leo was still on the call and, showing no signs of ending it soon, finally gave in to Alex's repeated request to go to the suite. 

Even if the call ended in the next few minutes, and she knew it wouldn't, she felt that she could cover a half hour's absence if necessary. They went to the suite and he was beside himself when he found she was not wearing any panties. She felt a touch of betrayal because the lack of bra and panties were meant for Leo, not Alex. She let him screw her with her husband a few floors away. It wasn't a quickie, but it was not the slow gentle fuck that she enjoyed so much. But it ended like she liked it to with him pumping her full of his cum. To keep him from having to put his sticky cum-covered cock back into his pants, she had orally cleaned him.

Then the problem arose. She suddenly realized that she had not planned this interlude with Alex into her activities for the night. She had not brought a travel douche, and unlike Alex's home, there were none in the suite. She told Alex of her plight and he said they could go through the bar and go to the drug store with no one noticing them. They took the elevator down, crossed the lobby and were headed into the bar when the catastrophe began.

Leo had searched the dance floor and the accompanying lounge to no avail. He went to the bar, and not seeing her there, decided to look in the hotel lobby. Just as he approached the door to the lobby, Yvonne walked in, arm-in-arm with the guy he had seen her dancing with frequently. When she saw him he detected what he thought was a startled look on her face. He was almost sure he read her lips saying "Oh my God, it's Leo," to her partner who took his arm from hers, said something quickly, and headed out of the lobby.

As he approached her he was surprised at how fresh she looked. She must have reapplied her makeup after dinner. But again, that funny feeling was there. She didn't seem to show the joy at seeing him that he had expected from her when she saw that he was free from the phone and ready to be with her and dance with her. When they came together she gave him a perfunctory kiss and asked him if he could wait a few minutes; that she needed to go to the ladies room.




What You See is What You Get



He held her and told her not to be too long. Then he tried to kiss her and she tried to push away saying she would be right back. He told her that he was sorry for being so long and he just wanted to start the remainder of the evening with a kiss. 

She tried to pull away exclaiming that she really needed to go. Exerting more force than he usually did and more force than she was prepared to handle, he pulled her to him and met her lips. He tried to insert his tongue, but she kept her lips tightly closed. He finally held her at arms length and demanded, "What in the hell is wrong with you?

"Please honey, I really need to go to the ladies room."

He let her go and watched her rush to the ladies room. As she was going, he was wondering what she had been drinking or eating, her lips had a peculiar taste.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she escaped his grip. In the rush to get to the drug store, she had taken a sip of water, but she had by no means rinsed her mouth. As she was hurrying she licked her lips and, sure enough, she was able to detect a slight taste of Alex's cum. She hoped that Leo, if he noticed it, would not recognize what it was. 

With Leo on the scene now, there was going to be no chance to get and use a douche. She grabbed a wad of paper towels and wet most of them. She went into the stall and did the best she could to clean herself out. Fortunately there was a drinking fountain in the rest room and she spent a couple of minutes rinsing her mouth and wiping her lips. When satisfied that most of the evidence was gone, she applied new lipstick and went back out to Leo who asked if she was alright, having been gone so long. 

He took her to the dance floor and tried to hold her very close, but she seemed to kind of stand off. They touched, but that was about it. Regardless, the way she looked made him want to pick her up, carry her out, find a room, and have sex like they hadn't had in several weeks. 

She on the other hand was becoming quite concerned. She knew, after dancing for a bit, that she had not been able to empty herself and now she was feeling little bits of cum ooze out and some begin to run down the inside of her thigh. Under other conditions, the feel of the cum running out would have a naughty erotic effect on her. But now the feel was making her panicky. After a couple of dances they went to a table to sit. Leo was getting horny and he almost had to force her to sit at a table near the back wall where they were pretty much out of sight to the rest of the room. After sitting for a moment she asked if they couldn't move to a table where they could see everyone better. "Hon, we get damned little time to ourselves any more. Let's have a little privacy. Besides, you get to see most of them every day."

She didn't make a fuss. Again, he was having that heavy funny feeling. This time it was saying that she seemed to not really want to be with him right now.

The thought drifted away and he moved over and elicited a careful kiss from her. When he tried to get his tongue in action, she pulled back and said, "Not now, not here honey."

Waiting for a moment, he made another move. This time he started to slide his hand up her thigh. He had hardly moved his hand before she forcefully pushed his hand away telling him to behave in public. Now this was strange. In all of their years together, she had never resisted his advances so long as it wasn't right out in the open and likely to embarrass them. 

He turned to her and told her that no one could see especially with the table cloths hiding everything under the table. She just said it wasn't what they should do at a company function. Now his alarm bells were ringing. He had seen, and he knew she had also seen, some pretty hot action on the dance floor and at some of the tables. What was going on here?

"OK, I'll settle down until we get home. But I have to have a really nice kiss."

"Honey, I'm dry. Get us a drink and then I'll give you a kiss as a reward." She was not certain the water had taken the taste of cum away. The alcohol in a highball would do the trick.

"No, you will have to pay in advance." With that he pulled her to him and started to give her a real kiss. She was holding her lips tight again and he almost had to hurt her to get his tongue in. Immediately he thought he detected that strange taste again, though not as strong as before. 

Catching her by surprise and before she could react, he ran his hand under her skirt and up her thigh. As his hand proceeded towards the target, it ran over some slick liquid. When his finger found its mark there was the slight slurping sound and then his finger was in more of the slick liquid. There was no doubt about what he had found nor was there now any doubt about the strange taste.

As this was happening, Yvonne was saying, "Oh honey. Don't. Please don't." But it was too late.

He pulled back and removed his hand and not sweetly, "Do you have something you want to tell me? 

As the tears began, "Oh Leo, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Can we go home?" 

"Not quite yet. I have some unfinished business to attend to." He signaled a waiter and asked him to bring a small very clean glass. He gave him a twenty dollar bill and said that should pay for the glass, he would be taking the glass with him. When the waiter returned he pushed Yvonne down while he ran his finger into her several times and each time wiped the liquid from his finger into the glass. Through this Yvonne was crying and asking what he was doing. He didn't say a word until he finished.

Pulling her back into an upright position he said, "You probably would like to lick this glass clean, but that's not going to happen. Now tell me who the fucker is."

"Leo, I can't. I know you'll go after him and you'll end up in jail. Please, let's just go home."

"Yvonne, tell me who it is or I will go to the bandstand borrow the microphone and ask, 'Who is the bastard that fucked my wife tonight.' How do you think that will go over at your Christmas party? You know I'll do it."

"Leo, you wouldn't. You would ruin it for everyone."

"Right now I don't give a shit about everyone. This party has already been ruined for me and I don't give a damned about the rest of them. Now, the choice is yours. Give me his name or I make the announcement. No, wait. Let's up the ante. I want the fuckers name and I want you to go get the SOB and bring him back here." 

"Through sobs, "No honey. I can't do that. I'm sorry, please, let's go home and work things out. I know we can work it out. I love you."

"OK, I'm on the way to the bandstand." Leo got up and started through the tables on the way to the bandstand."

"Oh God. No!" (brief pause) "OK, wait and I'll get him. But please don't do anything rash."

"First, what's his name?"

Hesitantly, "Alex Kettering."

"I know the name. He's your new boss isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Is his wife here?"

"He's not married."

"OK, go get him. By the way if he decides to high tail it, I will announce over the speakers that 'Alex Kettering fucked my wife Yvonne at the party tonight."

Crying and looking like hell she went. She was gone quite a while before returning with him. Leo didn't like him the minute he had a good look at him. He was an arrogant wonder boy.

Some of the guest were beginning to gather. Some had seen the way Yvonne looked when she left and many of them saw the looks of consternation on the faces of Alex and Yvonne as they returned. 

As Alex approached he started off, "Hey Leo, I don't know what's going on here but I didn't touch your wife. If she says I did, she's lying."

"OK, if you say so." Holding up the glass for him to see, "The DNA test will show us who really did it then, won't it?"

With a look of shock, "Hey wait Leo, maybe your wife and I did have a little fun. It's not like I raped her. In fact she was the one who started it all. You can't blame a guy for having a little fun when it's offered, can you?"

"Listen sonny boy, you son of a bitch, only my friends call me Leo and you definitely are not a friend. You will call me 'sir' or 'Mr. Bridgeport.' You ever call me Leo again and you will be having serious dental work performed. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah." 

Yvonne was crying and screaming that he was a damned liar. But her screaming was quickly drowned out by a louder scream from Alex as Leo buried his knee as hard as he could into his crotch. When Alex started to bend over in pain, Leo grabbed the back of his jacket and slammed him to the floor. He then bent over and told Alex that he had just paid his down payment; that the full payment was going to cost him his job. Alex probably didn't hear a word. He was fighting through the pain to get his breath. Being slammed to the floor had broken his nose and he was a bloody mess.

A crowd had started to gather. Leo picked up the glass, wrapped it in a napkin and then, looking at Yvonne, "Get your things slut. We're going home now." 

Being called a slut in front of her peers probably hurt her as much as Alex was hurt with the knee lift. 

Except for Yvonne's crying and repeating over and over, "Leo, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," nothing was said.

As soon as they got to the house, Yvonne headed for the bedroom. From the living room, "Where do you think you are going? Get your filthy fucking ass in here. We are going to talk."

"Oh Leo, let me go clean up first. I feel so dirty. I'm so ashamed."

"Damn it get in here and sit down before I have to drag you in. You better enjoy the cum left in you because it's the last you will have in you until you fuck him again."

"Oh honey, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me tonight. I certainly never wanted to hurt you."

"I'll tell you what got into you tonight, Alex's cock got into you and I don't believe he forced you and I have a strange feeling that this wasn't the first time."

"Oh no, Honey, that's not true. I was just overcome with the party and being dressed so naughtily. I should never have dressed that way. I just thought it would excite you. Honey, I'm sorry. It should never have happened. Alex came on so strong and I admit that I was ticked at you being on the phone all that time. I just wasn't thinking and I didn't control myself. But this was the first time I gave in to him."

About then the phone began to ring and neither of them moved to pick it up. Finally Leo answered.

It was Bonnie, she and her husband were friend and she was one of Yvonne's co-worker. 

"Hello Bonnie. I'm sorry, but Yvonne can't come to the phone right now. This is not a good time to talk. Call back tomorrow. 

He was about to hang up when, "Oh Leo, thank God you are home I was worried about what might happen after you left the party. I'm so sorry that you were caught off guard. I wanted to tell you about what was going on, but knowing the stress you were under I just kept putting it off looking for an appropriate time."

With some irritation in his voice, "Please tell me just what has been going on!"

Yvonne screamed and came running for the phone, trying to take it from Leo, "Oh no Bonnie. Please don't. Please, Please."

Leo held the phone and roughly pushed Yvonne away. She crumpled to the floor in a complete hysterically screaming fit saying, "Oh God. No," over and over again.

Leo returned to the phone, but it was dead. Bonnie had hung up. He found her number and dialed it. Her husband Gerald answered the phone and told Leo that Bonnie was too upset to talk now. He could hear Bonnie crying in the background.

"Gerald, just ask her one question for me and I'll leave you alone. Does she know if this affair has been going on for a while or was tonight the first time, as far as she knows?" 

He heard Gerald ask her the question and could hear her say something to the effect that she wished she could say tonight was the first time. She didn't know for sure but she was positive that it had been at least two months. Then he plainly heard her say, "Tell Leo that I'm so sorry to have been the one to break this bad news. He deserved better."

Gerald relayed the information and the message. Leo thanked him and hung up. 

He turned and looked at Yvonne who had by now stopped the hysterical screaming and was just heaving huge gulps of air as she lay on the floor crying. He didn't say anything for several minutes as he tried to gather his thoughts.

Finally, "So not only have you decided to become a slut for your boss, but you have also become a lying slut. I will call our folks in the morning and let them know what is going on and ask them to share the job of looking after boys until this mess is cleaned up."

"Oh Lou, do you have to tell the folks? Can't it wait until after we have a chance to talk?"

"Yvonne, if you want to talk, do it now. In a few minutes I will be out of the house and right now I don't care if I ever see your lying fucking face again."

The tears poured again and she blubbered some incoherent words.

He turned, went to the bedroom and began to pack his suitcase. He was about half packed when she appeared at the door.

Through sniffles and gasps, "Please honey, won't you sit down and talk? You can't just walk out after all we have been through. We have too much invested in our marriage to just throw it away."

"Lady, you should have thought of all of this before you went fucking. We're not throwing it away, you fucked it away. Now get out of my way. My attorney will contact you."

He walked out the door with her crying, "Please don't leave. I love you. Please, please don't leave."

That was the tragic end to their marriage. 

* * * * * *

The divorce was initiated two days after Christmas. Yvonne's parents were mortified. Leo's parents were terribly disappointed to have to witness the divorce.

Three months later, Leo finished his project and was able to spend a lot of time with the boys who were having a very difficult time with the situation. Leo told them only enough for them to know that he and their mother cold no longer live together. He never told them the real cause, and he never spoke unkindly of her. He always picked them up at his folk's house and saw Yvonne on very rare occasions. It really hurt every time he saw her.

In the divorce proceedings the judge interviewed the boys and felt that they were old enough to choose who they wanted to live with. They had a hard time making their decisions but in the end they elected to be together and be with their dad. 

Leo investigated the corporate hotel suite situation. He found that the five executives were, in fact, using it for their own personal sexual gratification. He sued the company and settled out of court for an annuity, not within the divorce settlement, of two and a half million dollars with an income tax clause that would pay the income tax. He would receive a lump sum payment of $250,000 annually for the next ten years. 

The five executives, including Alex and Norm along with three female employees, one of them being Yvonne, were fired. 

With the annuity and his proceeds from the divorce, he resigned his newly acquired vice presidency position and moved, with the boys, to Hawaii. There he occupied his time as an inter-island travel agent. He and the boys enjoyed many wonderful travel adventures. Yvonne was almost never mentioned.

Yvonne, having lost her job, moved to a town near Orlando. There she found work in the tourist industry. Her income and proceeds from the divorce allowed her to live well, but not extravagantly. The first three years were an absolute nightmare for her. She just couldn't get over how stupid she had been and what a terrible price was being extracted for that stupidity. She couldn't help but feel that none of this would have happened if she had brought her feminine hygiene kit with her to the Christmas party.  She has not remarried and doubts that she will. 

You ask, "What about her sexual appetite? Is she sleeping around, or what?" Apparently her big mistake and even larger loss of all that she loved had a negative effect on her sex drives and she presently has little or no desire for sex. Wouldn't you have lost yours if you had to pay that price for sex? 

Leo has thought that he might remarry some day. But remembering Yvonne, the foremost thought in his mind is that old adage, 'You can't teach an old dog new tricks.' Put another way, 'What you see IS what you get.'



What You See Is What You Get



So saying he took her dress, rolled it into a tight ball and threw it over high chain link fence that enclosed the car-park.

"Now listen here you stupid little slapper, you're naked in a public car-park, you are at least a half an hour if not more, from home, as you wouldn't go whoring around anywhere near where hubby might find you, you cant do anything without my say so, lets get sensible and grown up. You are going to get buggered, probably more than once, like it or not. So you may as well enjoy the experience and join in."

"You wouldn't get 500 yards like that before some bloke or gang of blokes fucked you to tatters, including your precious little rosebud of an arse hole, so take the prick you know and love in your shit hole and stop annoying me. You're a nice girl , if a bit naïf and inexperienced, and I don't want to have to slap you about just to end up doing what I wanted to do in the first place anyway, so cheer up you are going to get fucked my way, but good and proper."

She began to cry, calling him a lousy bastard, rapist, pervert etc.etc.

He however resumed his place between her still open legs, and slid his prick into her cunt once more, after fucking away through her sobs for a few minutes he resumed work on her arse-bud, more wailing and cursing from her, till he pulled out of her cunt and judging that her "rosebud" was soft enough to take his tool, he began forcing it into her secret place.

It sounded like she was really in agony as he began shafting slowly in and out, he however said nothing but continued to fuck her steadily.

"It's a great pity you don't relax and enjoy this, as I've got to tell you great and all as your cute little pussy with its blond curls is, its not a patch on your arse! Without question, yours is the best little brown hole I have ever been in, and I've been in plenty. It grips my prick along every inch of its length, and in spite of your protests it's rhythmically wanking me as I fuck you"

"You are a pig, just leave me alone, don't talk to me, have your fun and then let me go home, but get my dress back you bastard."

She whimpered on like that for a while, but I noticed that her arse was rising slightly to meet his long thrusts into her back passage.

After a while she had stopped moaning and began to grunt with effort as things began to speed-up.

"Come on Darling, you're getting into the swing of things, move your arse, I'm going to cum any minute, and boy its going to be huge, thanks to your tight little hole.!" ARRRRRRRGGGGG he shouted as he lunged into her wet softness discharging a great dollop of cum in her fundament. She was responding now pushing back against him to take every inch of prick and every squirt of cum as deep as possible inside her forbidden hole. He discharged every drop in her tight arse tube, and with a "plop" his dick came free of its tight hiding place.

"Now clean it"

"You must be joking, it's been in m arse and it's going to smell of shit, fuck off and lick it yourself"

He slapped her once on the face, the noise reverberated round the carp-ark it was so loud.

"Don't answer me back, and clean my fucking knob you little slapper"

Putting his slimy dick in her mouth silenced the sobbing and complaining.

"Listen up now, here's a reality check for you, you come into the bar practically naked, flirt and flash your cunt and tits at me and god knows who else, you blow me for fifty quid, let me give you a free sample in the cunt, you come back for a one hundred pound fuck, wearing even less, and looking like any one could stuff you if they asked politely, you strip off completely naked in a public car park, let me muff dive you, then fuck you, then you suck me, then you want to be the lady of the manor and NOT have it anal! Get a grip of yourself, you came here to be fucked and that's what happened and will continue to happen for a while yet."

She snivelled "you were so nice yesterday, I was so looking forward to a lovely session with you behaving like a gentleman, but you had to ruin it all with your anal rape and violence and dirty behaviour, I never want to see you again. Now may I have my cloths and I'll go"

"The fuck you will!! I haven't finished with you and your small holes just yet my dear, get down on all fours like the bitch that you are and I'll give you a right good servicing"

"If you don't want another slap gets down!"

She climbed down from the car, and facing away from me got down on all fours, I reckoned she was so ashamed of what was happening that she did not want to face me , and also she did not need rescuing from her current predicament.

Sure enough his prick was rampant again, and without any further ado he lunged it into her back passage, she moaned and whimpered about rape, degradation, bastards, perverts, etc.

But in spite of all the protestations her arse was moving to meet his thrusts, seem to me that anal was not quite as bad as she first thought!

They fucked like that for some time before she had her first orgasm, which was quite noisy and obvious.

"OK Sweetie?" he enquired

"Fuck off!" was the reply.

He soon climaxed and as usual he splattered her arse with half of his copious cum, he then knelt in front of her to have his member sucked clean, this time there was no complaining or moaning just slurping noises as she dutifully cleaned him up.

He made her stand up and encircled her with his arms, and began kissing her on the mouth, cheeks, neck, and tits. "Can we be friends again?

"Not on your life, the way you've treated me to-night I'm surprised you even asked"

"Well in that case I'll just have to fuck you one last time then, wont I"

Amazingly his prick was rampant yet again, and placing her once again on the car bonnet he slid it into her pussy, she sighed with pleasure at having his stout prick head travel the length of her neglected vagina, soon she was orgasming and moaning (this time with sexual excitement) he kept up the same rhythm for about ten minutes, while she was having an ecstatic time of it, and letting the world know about it each time she came.

"Now down on all fours, for your last bit of anal, for to-night any way"

Without a word she got down and offered her perfect arse cheeks to him to penetrate at will.

He shafted into her softness all the way, pulling out to the now open bud, and sliding back in it made farting noises, "Listen its saying thanks to me!"

No reply, just grunting as his prick embedded itself in her rectum.

He was fucking deeply but looking like he was coming to the end of this position, when walking down the centre isle of the car-park having a cigarette break from the bar came one of the young bar-men, who, hearing the grunting and sighing, came to have a look.

"Fuck me, but that's a bit public!" he exclaimed seeing the tableau between two parked cars.

"Hold on there mate, I'm nearly finished here, you can have a go after me if you like"

So saying he began to cum in her arse with huge dollops of cum going deep inside her.

They were now working in unison, she meeting his thrusts with what appeared to be some form of pleasure.

"Listen up there!, My girl and I have had a disagreement about what hole to use, and she has declared that she will never NEVER EVER see me again!I threw her dress over the fence to make her comply, now she wants it back so she can go home in a huff. So if you want a quick fuck off one of the best rides of the century, get over the fence and retrieve her dress, give it to me as the neutral arbitrator, I'm sure she will agree to let you screw her, cause if she doesn't she'll only have to get it later herself, and climbing a fence in the nip isn't such a bright idea!"

The young guy looked at Polly on all fours, saw her excited cunt, perfect tits, and lewd appearance, and was over the fence in one high-speed scramble, and frock in hand he was back in a trice.

"Before you say anything silly, look at the deal: he fucks you, you get your dress back, I leave you alone and don't bugger you any more, you are one hundred quid up on the deal and I am going to add fifty for your arse cherry, you're my first bum hole virgin this year!

Without a word she beckoned the young fellow towards her, without getting off all fours, she smiled sweetly and asked him if he would like "front or back"

"Would back be OK Miss? I've never had that before!

OK do your best!

He took out an impressively big prick for a small guy, which she sucked to even bigger proportions returning to her doggy position ,she, then guided its florid head to the slippery opening of her abused bum-hole he shoved it in her arse to the hilt on the first thrust.

She was by now relaxed and to whatever point she could, was enjoying her anal experiences.

The youngster as very fast and over in a flash, gasping he ejaculated what he had in to her arse.

Mumbling" sorry I was so fast Miss"

"Poor darling "she murmured as she sucked his dick, which responded by stiffening almost at once.

"Here sonny" she said "put it in here for a while, the other hole was a bit too exciting for you!"

On all fours she let him fuck her pussy doggy style, for what seemed quit a while after his high speed fuck of her arse. Cumming copiously in her pussy he gasped his thanks and buttoning up went on his bewildered way.

"Now you fucking degrading Bastard give me my dress, my money, and get out of my life forever "

"The first and second right away! The third - no promises"

"Fuck you, you shit"

He came over to her with the dress, and cash in one hand, the other caressed her wet cunt, and soon it was in her arse, frigging the now relaxed muscle that had guarded her secret for so long, "Yes I'm a right bastard, but I know I'll have my prick in you again before too long. You have holes to dream about and now that you know how to use them you'll be back, and I'll be waiting for you with a stiff dick, as I know you like it. I go to the bar most Thursdays from about 8 o'clock, so if ever..............."

"Piss off " was all the answer he got but she knelt before him and sucked his cock deep into her throat, sucking and wanking a while she took it out saying "Just so you remember how good I am at that, and you'll never have it again with me, thanks to your stupidity and brutishness!"

While she spoke he wanked himself to another climax, spurting all over her face and tits, rivulets of it running down to her blond cunt hairs 

She put on her dress and went back to the bar to clean up, he left from the car-park, and I dutifully followed my sex object into the bar. Just in case she got fucked yet again by some passer by with a stiff prick!

She came out of the ladies looking quite presentable all things considered.

"I want to go home and have a hot bath, I have cum all over me and inside me and I must stink like a busy hooker"

I didn't ask any questions except

"You OK?"

"Given the circumstances, yes"

More chapters later, including some D P