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Fly On The Wall

By: DJBlax



Tina could never understand the appeal of "The Mile-High Club." What was the actual point of it? So you're in an airplane, and it's usually not a G5 so there's no proper bedding. You're on a seat that is excruciatingly uncomfortable (just for sitting, mind you), with a scratchy blanket that was probably used for this countless times before, barely covering your most personal of areas. There are passengers or staff strolling by, knowing exactly what was going on with every twist and shift. Knees hitting armrests, shins scraping body parts, it's really more S and M than fun. Just attempting to enjoy something so carnal in what amounts to a public place is, at best, annoying. 

Or worse, you're in one of those overhead luggage bins they call a "bathroom," desperately trying to find a comfortable way to lean, stand or brace, while attempting not to lose any jewelry down the chute, let alone falling in there yourself! Of course, the guilty looks as some mom was taking her kid for a proper use of the facilities are inevitable, and the walk of shame as you find your way back to your seats, flight attendants noticing an incorrectly buttoned blouse or a skirt partially tucked inside panty hose. "Humiliation" doesn't even begin to describe it.

In addition, in either scenario, there was the requirement of being as silent as possible during it all. This was an addition that rarely, if ever, could be fulfilled.

Tina thought a much more exciting concept would be sex while skydiving! Falling at terminal velocity, wearing just a helmet and a parachute, just the power of the wind whistling between her lips would probably be enough, but the thrill of that sort of on the edge fucking made her mind reel.

But, no. It could never happen. To get up high enough to have a decent amount of time for everything would be too freezing cold in that upper atmosphere to be naked. Finding a partner willing to try it was yet another matter. Finding one on solid ground was tough enough! And if there were some sort of mishap, "going out with a bang" would have a distinctly dirty meaning, permanently attached to her obit.

It all remained an impossible dream until she had a business trip to Las Vegas. After landing and getting a cab to her hotel, She glimpsed a billboard for company called "Fly On The Wall." apparently it was a service specifically designed to simulate the feeling of skydiving in an indoor environment!

When Tina arrived, even before she checked in, she immediately hauled her baggage to the concierge area, to ask about what this new thing was.

"Oh, yes," he nodded, sliding a full color brochure across his desktop, "It's only been open for a few months, but it's already quite an attraction."

After getting her bags up to the room, she called the number listed and went over to the place to check it out.

The cost of 400 dollars for an hour-long session seemed rather steep. But what an unforgettable hour it would be! 

Obviously, the problem would be that the ride operator and whatever safety instructors were on duty would know exactly what was happening before it happened. They would have to OK the concept and hopefully look the other way. That might not be so bad. Tina was always one part exhibitionist and this was a really kinky world. Why not share the thrills?

Then again, maybe this could be a thing better served after hours, when everyone had gone home.

As Tina heard the explanation of the one hundred and forty mile winds giving you the ultimate blow, she wondered who and how she would do. 

Maybe just flying naked would be enough. Tuck a vibrator in and work the remote control, while the air lifted her like a feather, two or three stories up. Gaah!

But how hot would it be with a partner to do things to in the air? That was the point!

Tina decided she needed to quickly find a suitable someone with which to do this. She wondered about the staff. They probably get constant requests for that sort of behavior. Who knows where they've been? Besides, they all looked just ever so slightly transient. Like maybe they missed their parole hearing and landed a job here.

Nothing against the convicted, Tina quietly thought to herself, and maybe one of these guys actually would be the way to go. After all, they had access to the controls. It would only be for this one time.

Tina shook her head rapidly, waking up from that bad dream. Was she really considering flying pork sausage with one of these short odor kooks?

Just then, she caught the eye of a fine specimen. He wasn't too tall, about 5'8 she guessed from that distance, but he was very muscular and didn't look like some sort of freak. This could be the guy!

He was signing up for what they called a "flight training session." Tina didn't even know what that was, but she immediately added her name to the list and handed over a credit card, signed a waiver and was in a "jump suit" in moments.

In this first training session, you get to fly for about five minutes, while the rest of the members of your class observe and learn how to maneuver in the air. It's all basic stuff if you had ever skydived, so Tina was almost an old pro at this already.

Mystery guy, who Tina was already calling "Orville" in her head, had never jumped, so everything was new to him. She made the most of this opportunity by the use of gentle reassurance and a firm and steady hand on his body to encourage him and guide him on his way.

It was like a lightbulb was suddenly illuminated.

Mere seconds after the training session was over, they were both in a changing room together, wildly making out, their bodies still fully stimulated from the winds, the touch of each other so intensely heightened. Tina was being careful not to rip or shred the material of the suits, even though it was one of the most difficult things she had ever attempted in her entire lifetime. When they disrobed it was clear that Orville had the Wright Stuff.

"No!" Tina hoarsely whispered to her aerialist in his ear. "I want to do it, up there!"

He backed off. Then, he waited a moment until he could once again fit into his jeans, put on his muscle t and left the room.

Tina let out a shudder that rivaled the wind machine. How could they do this? It had to be done. And not tomorrow or in a week or even tonight, after hours!

After a moment of poking around in the room, Tina found an oversized flight suit. Perhaps she could fit them both inside? Would that be the same effect? Perhaps that would be even better? But at least buried inside a jumper, the odds were good that things would be a bit more private.

Tina imagined that she was in this cocoon with Orville, moving about as they floated midair on their invisible cushion. They would turn, twist, and clutch out as each of them were gratified, their screams of ecstasy obliterating the sounds of the massive rotors holding them in space!

Maybe it would be like sex inside a cloud! Crawling around on all fours, on absolutely nothing! This was the dream she had!

Just then, the door opened. He grabbed her hand and took her back to the platform just outside the wind tunnel.

"What's happening?" asked Tina.

"Told them you are my fiancé and we wanted to do it in the tunnel. They're only gonna charge half price if we let them tape it. K?"

For once, Tina was speechless. It was one thing getting it on with a hot hunk, but another to actually be an erotic star! She could be right up there with Pam and Paris. Hey! She'd be FURTHER up there! Those two were on boats or beds. How pedestrian!

Apparently, the gang hadn't had a couple doing this in a while, but there was a special harness hookup that allowed you to display all of the "good" parts and still make the most of the wind tunnel lifting effects. A special shirt had fabric that ran from sleeve to bodice on each arm, but fully cut out from the shoulders to navel. The pants were designed with a large fluttering fabric leg and, of course, crotchless. 

The workers eagerly set up their patented "three camera shoot." The first camera was positioned on the floor of the wind tunnel, looking up towards the ceiling. A second camera was positioned at the second story observation deck, usually used by friends and family to watch the progress of the "jumper" as they flew, but ideally suited for close-ups. And the third cam was positioned at the top of the room, and tilted downward towards the center of the tunnel. All cameras had remote pan and zoom ability, which would be controlled by the wind machine operator.

Tina was so randy, nothing would have stopped her at that point. Before she even got inside, she could feel herself starting to ooze.

In preparation, they turned up the heat inside the tunnel to a balmy 88 degrees Fahrenheit. That was to permit the wind to be turned on maximum when needed.

They both were lying flat on the tunnel floor and Tina could see that he was in full "go" mode. Liftoff had happened, and they hadn't even turned on the fan.

Slowly, the whirring sound began. Tina readjusted her goggles so that they felt comfortable on her face and so she could clearly see the effects all of this was having on her partner.

"Houston, we have liftoff!" yelled one of the guys as the two of them left the earth and began their journey.

The workers called out suggestions on what to do: The guy should lie as flat as possible and she should come down on him!

After flipping over a few times, they managed to perfect the technique of the female superior position.

But who knew the missionary would be such a turn on? With the wind blowing straight into her asscrack, and his hot body hovering mid-flight over her, weightless and the wind going all around them, and then the gasp of insertion! The intensity!

She came immediately.

But this was just the beginning. Throughout the hour, they were able to perfect a doggie style by having her make an inverted V shape with her body and her arms sticking straight out to catch the wind, while he leaned over in the same way.

They managed to do a rotating 69, by somersaulting through in one version then flipping sideways in another, all the while the rushing air adding more to the experience, the constant feel of it supporting her body made Tina tense and squeal over and over!


At the end, they turned up the fan to maximum and they hugged tight as they closed their arms, fell one level just as they both tensed and exploded then opened their arms and floated up to heaven before the machine was turned off and they gently settled back down to the ground.

Tina only rarely looks at the tape of that session, since reliving the experience in her mind, from her point of view, was so much more incredibly intense. The video got the back of their heads and had other unfavorable angles. And granted, it showed you what happened, yes. But in the moment, in that glorious ether of air, they were two angels, together for just a tiny slice of time, suspended forever in the torrent of air, magic, sex and space.

Fly On The Wall



Sorry, no sex in this one. Maybe one of these days, but not today.

A fly on the wall. That's all I wanted to be from the start. I was amazed that one lawyer allowed me to be a member of the jury, let alone two. I will never permit a lawyer on any jury in front of which I try a case. I explained that to the fellow members of my jury when they, sensibly, tried to make me foreman.

"There is a reason you don't want a lawyer on a jury. Whenever any legal issue comes up, or many issues related to the proceedings, people are likely to give deference to the opinion of a lawyer. They're more likely to be swayed. That's even more the case when you make the lawyer the foreman. He's likely to control the deliberations. It increases the risk that, instead of having twelve people combining their judgment and wisdom, you'll wind up with only one. I'd rather stay in the background and just give my input like everyone else."

"Come on, Jack. Do you think we're such sheep that we'll do whatever you say?" Sarah Reynolds, 38, teacher, housewife with two daughters. "We all have our own lives, make our own decisions. We're not going to be bulldozed."

"That's not what I said. I wouldn't want a doctor on my jury in a medical case. There are things he knows that the rest of the jury doesn't. They'll assume that if he understands something in a particular way, he's probably right, certainly more likely to be right than they are. I have full confidence in this jury. That's why I don't want to do anything that could remotely taint our decisions."

I think I allayed their concerns about my motives. We elected Vince DeMeo foreman. Vince was a pharmacist. I wouldn't have wanted him on a jury in a case rooted in drug reactions, but we were going to be deciding about attempted murder and, as far as I knew, he had no personal experience.

This was what I wanted: to see and understand the processes by which juries came to decisions so I could use that knowledge in the future when I was in front of a jury. Bless those two foolish men who were the beneficiaries of my not trying to control the process, not because they had made a wise decision to include me, but because it suited my own interests. That was how I felt when we sat down to start deliberations, but they took me through a series of surprises from which I learned more than I ever could have imagined.

My first surprise was the jury's view of the professionalism and effectiveness of the two attorneys. Heading into the jury room for deliberations, I thought they had done an admirable and workmanlike job. Adding together all the jurors who agreed with me, that made one.

The prosecutor, Stephen Bishop, had Garrett Crowley, the victim, on the stand explaining his near brush with death.

"Mr. Crowley, please tell us what happened on the afternoon in question."

"Well, I'll be the first to admit I ain't no angel. I was there with Irene in her bed engaged in relations. We were all like missionaries and I was on top. I don't hear nobody come in and so I'm assumin' we're all alone. All of a sudden, I hear this loud bang and splinters of wood are flyin' at me from the bedpost. So I raise up and turn around and there is her husband, Leon, with this huge f-, uh monster gun in his hand. And I'm payin' attention now. And he says, 'You've been chasin' around after my wife, and other wives, for a long time now and you've finally found a husband who won't put up with it.' And he raises the gun, points it at me and shoots. And he hit me in the chest. But for some reason, it doesn't go into me. And he's like all snotty like, 'You're a lucky man, a misfire. Do you think it could happen twice in a row?' And I saw what the first bullet did to the bedpost so I just jumped up and run the hell out of there without even tryin' to get my clothes. And I hear him hollerin' at me as I'm flyin' down the steps and I just grab my keys from the table by the front door and I whip out of there naked to my car and peel on out of there.

"And so later, I talk to Irene and she tells me he said he better not see me cause I know what he's willin' to do to me."

No objection? This is hearsay intended to prove the truth of a threat made against him. Is Leon's attorney awake?

Garrett furnishes a few more details and a little background and Leon's attorney finally gets involved.

"You said you were engaged in relations with Mrs. Granger. What were you doing, plotting to become relatives?"

"Objection! He's trying to insult the victim instead of asking questions."

"I'm only asking him about his smarmy affairs and his predatory behavior."

The judge is banging his gavel. Neither of these guys seem to have much interest in order in the court. They just want to go at each other. Mr. Granger's champion, Blake Blake, I swear that's his name, you can't make this stuff up, compares Steve Bishop to the Soviet secret police. He's trying to jail a man for trying to save his marriage. Steve, he wants to make himself more accessible to the jury than Stephen, says, "Blake Blake Blake will do anything to put a homicidal maniac back on the street." After a little more shouting they finally hear Judge Andy, that's how I think of him given the conduct of the trial, tell them that if they don't stop they'll both be in jail before the defendant. It's a nice turn of phrase, but the defendant is out on bail. Is he intimating to the jury that we should find him guilty at this early stage of the evidence?

Blake asks Garrett how many husbands were willing to put up with it and Steve launches into another objection, starting to tick off a list of what's wrong with the question, but Judge Andy cuts him off and warns Blake that he's very close to the line. Blake rephrases.

"Isn't it true that you often go after other men's wives behind their backs?"

"Objection. Beyond the scope of the direct evidence, irrelevant and immaterial."

"Your honor, I'm asking about acts of deception; acts which require lying, sneaking, sniveling, covering up the truth. Surely that kind of behavior, if confirmed by the answers of the witness, calls into question his reliability for telling the truth, which is one of the key things to be evaluated by this jury in deciding what happened and who to believe."

Steve doesn't have anything further to say. It sounds like a pretty good argument to me. I wonder what Judge Andy had for breakfast.

"Overruled." Probably a very healthy breakfast.

Blake gets to ask about three other married women before Judge Andy says we get the idea and he should move on. He asks Garrett if he ever thinks about the lives he is destroying, the homes he's wrecking and Steve objects. Blake continues to ask about the children he's destroying by his actions as if no objection has intervened. Steve accuses him of having no respect for the court. Blake accuses Steve of trying to make the world safe for scum of the gutter to perpetrate their shameful acts against decent, law-abiding citizens. Steve says Blake will work for any slime that has the money to pay him. Judge Andy, kind of slow on the uptake, finally tells both of them that the way this works is they make objections to him, and he rules on them.

It seems to me that Blake has gotten in some good points about the quality of the victim and he has put Steve off his game. But when we're discussing the case later in the jury room, it seems I've missed the point entirely.

"That Blake man was really nasty. I don't like him one bit. I don't trust a person who would hire a lawyer like that," says Mrs. Horowitz. She is not alone in her assessment of Blake Blake.

We're supposed to be evaluating the defendant, and I guess that is part of what's happening. We're taking the benefit of the doubt away from him because we don't like his lawyer.

"That other lawyer was pretty nasty himself," offers Mr. Cruz. "But I felt bad for him when that Blake guy got him so upset. He's just trying to enforce the law."

The jury wants lawyers to be nice and polite? This isn't the British judicial system. They mix it up politely and respectfully. We come at each other with everything we've got. It's supposed to be adversarial, but maybe we take that to mean "nasty". Big lesson number one: the jury is going to be more favorably disposed to the lawyer they like better, and therefore to his client as well. They're not thrilled about sarcasm and tone of voice either. Boy, am I going to have to change.

Irene gets to testify. Blake puts up token resistance, citing marital privilege. But Judge Andy says it is not a privileged marital communication when made in front of a third party you're shooting at. I thought the privilege didn't apply in front of a third party you're not shooting at as well, but I guess the judge didn't feel he had to address that hypothetical situation.

Irene confirms the veiled threat directed toward Garrett and says her husband threatened her as well. He told her, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, who can say what will happen when an angry man owns a gun?" I'm beginning to like Leon Granger. He has some style.

Steve puts on a firearms expert who identifies the bullet that bounced off of Garrett as having come from Leon's gun. Steve asks him nothing about that obvious anomaly, but Blake has more curiosity on cross-examination. The witness agrees that is it unusual, there's an understatement, but that it has been "known to happen." I wonder how the rest of the jury will interpret this. "Known to happen," and the inevitable affirmative response to, "Is it possible," are really the equivalent of, "I seriously doubt it." But lawyers use them as if they reveal an epiphany.

The witness also testifies that a shot from a .38 revolver at that range is typically fatal. Steve apparently thinks he has done enough, and the prosecution rests.

Blake Blake calls Leon Granger and the fun really begins.

"Did you shoot Garrett Crowley in the manner he described?"

Steve breaks out a smile like the case is now over.

"Kind of. I shot, the bullet hit him, but it didn't penetrate."

"Did you plan to shoot him in this manner?"

"Yes, I did."

"Did you intend to harm him?"

"Certainly not."

Steve's smile is starting to change direction.

"Can you explain how you meant to hit him but not harm him?"

"I took .38 special ammunition and removed the bullets from the cartridges. I emptied out the powder, replaced the primer and put back a portion of the powder and reassembled the cartridge. I tested different weights of powder to make sure the bullet would exit the muzzle. From there, I tested different powder loads to find a point at which the muzzle velocity would not be sufficient for the bullet to penetrate a person. I attached pork chops which I had sliced thin, to a wood frame to simulate ribs and skin and muscle. When I determined the likely charge, I loaded some cartridges with powder and tested it with my Smith and Wesson .357 by shooting at a squirrel. If it didn't penetrate the squirrel, it wouldn't penetrate a person. I hit a squirrel and it squealed and ran off. I found the bullet on the ground where I had hit the squirrel and there was no blood so I knew I had a charge that could not penetrate the son of a bitch. I used the .357 with its five inch barrel because I wanted accuracy; I didn't want to hit the wrong place.

"The day I shot him, I used an untampered shell for that first shot into the bedpost to make them believe I had deadly loads. The second one was to scare him away. I didn't fire a third, though it wouldn't have penetrated him either. I made the comment to make him believe that if he kept it up with my wife, I would kill him."

"You said you used a Smith and Wesson .357, but you also said you used .38 ammunition?"

"The Smith and Wesson .357 is made to fire both kinds of ammunition."

"You put in a lot of effort to scare him. How did you come to be there at that time?"

"The idiot bragged he was nailing my wife. He bragged about when he was going to nail her again and a bartender heard him and told me about it. The jerk actually used the word 'nail.' Anyway, I target shoot and I'm already familiar with making my own custom ammunition. So I planned this out to scare him off. I also wanted to scare my wife. I wanted her to believe I'd kill her if she did it again, with him or anyone else. Unfortunately, I got prosecuted, so now everybody knows I'm a pushover. I guess I'll just have to settle for a divorce."

"Your witness." Blake could have elicited more detail. It was a good, if difficult to believe, story. More detail might have made it more believable.

"Mr. Granger, do you really expect us to believe that you intentionally shot Garrett Crowley point blank, but you never had any intention of harming him?" Steve's tone was condescending. I thought it was a colossal mistake. His innuendo and his mocking question could easily be defeated with a simple, "Yes." Then what? But Blake must have prepared him.

"Certainly. And if you doubt me, bring in the gun and shoot me with it."

Quite a bit of chatter erupted in the courtroom and Judge Andy had to gavel it away.

Steve was not a stupid man and he recovered much better than I would have. "It's easy for you to say that, Mr. Granger, since you know the Judge would never allow it."

"Is that a question? Have I lost all conception of the English language or is Mr. Bishop testifying without the benefit of taking the oath or having any actual evidence pertinent to this case." I thought Steve's tone was condescending, but Blake Blake made it sound courteous by comparison.

Steve started to argue that Blake was mocking him, which he was. Blake argued that Steve was taking inappropriate liberties, which he was. The judge argued that, well, we couldn't hear him because Steve and Blake were shouting at each other and ignoring him. The gavel put an end to that. He warned them both. They both proclaimed penitence, though you would have had to look under a rock to find their sincerity. It was as entertaining as a court show on TV.

Steve was not quite done with Leon. He had that look on his face, the one that says he's got a killer follow up question. That look is usually followed up with the stupidest question in the case. "You fired at his chest, but couldn't you just as easily have hit him in the throat or somewhere else that may have killed him?" No, it was probably the stupidest question I had ever heard in court.

"Hey, at that distance I could have circumcised the prick."

The judge finally got the courtroom under control and admonished us all to refrain from further outbursts. But I was looking at him when Leon made the statement. A quick puff of air expelled from his lips before he got himself under control. If he had been drinking at the time, he would have sprayed both attorneys and probably the first row as well.

Not many witnesses after that I got my opportunity to decline election as foreman.

Mrs. Horowitz ushered the jury to their first consensus: Blake Blake was really obnoxious. Steve Bishop was just unpleasant by comparison. "It's much harder to believe the evidence Blake's putting on when you know what a creep he is. I mean, doesn't it seem like he'd be willing to put on any kind of evidence that would help his case, even if it wasn't true?"

"I never thought of it that way," said Sarah Reynolds.

Neither had I, because it seemed a stupid way to think of it. How do I get these people to talk about the actual evidence? I needn't have worried.

"I think he deserved it. Hell, I think he would have deserved it if the bullet hadn't misfired. You don't be messin' around with married women. If I caught my wife like that, she'd be lyin' in a pool of his blood." Terry Robinson wasn't married, but if he does marry, his wife had best be faithful.

"That's not what happened," said Harriet Turner, the librarian. "The judge told us about this. It would be completely different if he walked in on them and shot him. That would be in the heat of passion, he said. This guy planned it out. I don't know if he did all that stuff with the bullets, but he knew when they'd be there and he had a plan. He could of stopped her if he wanted. But, no. He wanted to shoot the guy. Don't tell me! That's completely different."

Mr. Cruz agreed. "I don't know what I'd do. I'm not sure you really know until it happens. But this guy knew and he was waiting for them. That's premeditated."

Mrs. Horowitz couldn't leave Blake Blake alone. "Did you see what he was wearing? I mean I have no problem with spending a lot of money on clothes, you ladies know what I mean. But his suit and tie were so gaudy. I think he'd glow in the dark."

"Too true," said Harriet Turner. "I wouldn't let that man even try to sell me life insurance."

They discussed Steve Bishop's clothing and demeanor. He dressed just fine, but he was contentious enough that he might have fared badly with a less unpleasant opponent.

I was starting to feel nauseous. What kind of case did you have to put on to make these people pay attention to the facts? Around the time I was starting to despair, Vince DeMeo did what a foreman should: he started talking about the case.

"All that other stuff aside, and however much you believe a guy or the witnesses somebody calls, what we know for sure is that Leon knew that Garrett had been with his wife before and that he was going to be with her again. He made some kind of plan, and he surprised them and he shot the guy. Nobody disputes that. So it seems to me that what we have to decide is what he intended to accomplish by shooting him. Did he plan to kill him? Did he plan to scare him? What was he doing?"

"All that bullet stuff doesn't make sense to me," said Raymond Jackson. "I work construction and there's a lot of stuff you gotta know. But what kind of guy knows all that stuff about making bullets? You practically have to go to school to know all that. I think he just got lucky with that bad bullet misfire thing."

"He didn't bring in any evidence about the bullets or anything. He just told us what he wanted us to believe," said Mrs. Horowitz. "I kind of think he meant to kill the guy."

"I'd have meant to kill him." For Terry there was only black and white.

"Isn't there some kind of compromise?" said Sarah.

"They only gave us attempted murder. Why do you think they did that Jack?" asked Vince.

"So we couldn't find a compromise. If they had given us any kind of assault with this loser victim, we might or might not have convicted on the assault, but they knew there was no way we would find attempted murder. They wanted all or nothing because they believed we'd give them all."

"Well, he had it coming," said Harriet. "But that doesn't mean you can just go around shooting anybody you want. You walk in and catch them, that's another thing. You make plans and you surprise them, well, he meant to do it."

"I don't even know if this thing he's telling us about the bullets is possible," said Mr. Cruz. "I think maybe he made that stuff up. Maybe he read some story in a magazine or something."

"Why don't we take a vote and see where we are?" asked Vince.

He passed out slips of paper and we all wrote down guilty or not. Vince started reading them. "Guilty. Guilty. Guilty." He read it eleven times. He unfolded the final one. "Not guilty." "I know this is a secret vote and you don't have tell us, we can keep talking, but does the 'not guilty' want to identify himself or herself and tell us why?"

I raised my hand.

"Here we go," said Mrs. Horowitz. "Big shot lawyer."

"Does anybody not think the whole issue is whether he fixed up those bullets so they couldn't hurt Garrett?"

There was murmuring but nobody offered any contradiction.

"Well, I think we have conclusive evidence that he was telling the truth; that those bullets couldn't have hurt him."




Fly On The Wall



"What are you talking about, man?" This was the first time Jason, the bus driver, had joined in. "Nobody but him said a single word about those bullets. Why should we take his word for it?"

"Because nobody but him said a single word about those bullets. Nobody. I've often found that the most important evidence is the evidence you don't hear. If you thought of it, you would expect to hear it, but you don't. For most people it's just a nagging feeling that something is wrong. When you finally figure out what it is that's missing, it's completely obvious. Do you remember what the firearms expert said about the bullets remaining in the gun?"

They thought about it and Sarah said, "He didn't say anything."

"Exactly. I know you guys don't have any legal training, but imagine yourself as the prosecutor. Your firearms expert comes to you and tells you he has tested the remaining bullets. One of them is an original, unchanged. He may even have told you that none of them have been changed, but let's just assume there was only one. Would you have him testify to that?"

"Of course," she answered.

"Absolutely," said Vince.

"If there had been even a single regular bullet left in that gun and he had testified to that, would we convict Leon?"

"Yes," said Mr. Cruz.

"Yes," said Raymond.

"Yes," said Terry.

"Is Mr. Bishop stupid?"

No one answered.

"Were all the remaining bullets in his gun made by Leon with the special load?"

Irene Granger was leaning across the fencing, what used to be called the bar that lawyers had to pass, holding her husband's hands. She looked genuinely concerned for him. She looked devoted to him. Maybe she was just scared to death of him or had come to the understanding that she should stay true to her vows to him, particularly in light of the fact that he was an expert marksman. I didn't know if she had been seduced or was just ready to party. I didn't know if this was a brief mistake or an indictment of the state of their marriage. She squeezed his hands and sat down.

We were walking to our seats in the jury box. I don't know what the others were thinking.

I was resolving to be more courteous in court. I was resolving to reserve the sarcasm, enjoyable as it might be, for gatherings with my family and friends who might put up with that annoyance. 

"Has the jury reached a verdict?"

I would not hurl personal epithets at witnesses or opposing counsel. I would treat people in court with as much respect as I could muster, or fake.

"We have, Your Honor," said Vince.

I would not tell a witness he was a liar, unless he demonstrated it repeatedly. I would tell him he was lying or that his statement was untrue. Hate the sin, not the sinner.

"In the matter of The Commonwealth versus Leon Granger, on the charge of Attempted Murder, what say you?"

I would say it in a pleasant tone of voice, revealing myself to be a genuinely admirable human being. But if the bastard kept lying and evading my questions, I would rip him a new ... Old habits die hard.

"We find the defendant not guilty."



Fly on the Wall



"Bad news honey. I really wanted to go to the party, but it doesn't look like it's going to happen." I reported to her over the phone as I walked towards long-term parking. I had just flown back in on the eight o'clock flight and looked forward to getting home. I was returning from a week of meetings on the merger the company I work for had been working on the past few months. It was a hectic time at the office, so time with my wife Faith was at a premium. Tonight, we were supposed to go to a party one of our neighbors was having. 

"Damn it Tim. The party's already started. I finally convinced Ruth to get out of the house. She's been moping around and needed this tonight. It's three weeks since...you know." Faith tersely replied.

My wife Faith had been "entertaining" her sister Ruth. We called it that despite all concerned recognizing it for what it was. Ruth left her idiot husband. Three weeks prior, Ruth called Faith bawling her eyes out because of her soon-to-be ex-husband's latest indiscretion. Ruth had married young, straight out of college. Her husband just never grew out of frat boy mode. So, after four years, Ruth garnered enough courage to call it quits. Faith didn't want to leave her alone on a Friday night while we went to a neighborhood party.

Ruth's staying was not a problem. In fact, I was ecstatic. The thought of my hot sister prancing around the house was an inviting thought. Well, "prancing" was hardly the best way to describe it. She really just walked around depressed all the time. My wife's mission in life was pulling her out of her funk.

"You think I don't want to be there? Look, I'm heading to the office now. Richards is waiting for me. I'll talk to him. But no promises." I said. 

"Do your best baby." She then lowered her voice. "I miss you; if you know what I mean."

She didn't have to explain it to me. Faith and I had a healthy sex life. I was lucky that she enjoyed sex as much as I did. I smiled and replied, "Yeah, I know what you mean." I looked forward to making love to—no—fucking my wife. Attending a party meant that she'd drink, which would certainly spice things up. A couple of drinks and my relatively modest acting wife was willing to drop some of her puritanical catholic inhibitions. 

"You know I'll do my best. If I'm not home by nine-thirty, go to the party without me and I'll meet you guys there." I said, dreading the talk with my boss. Franklin Richards got to the top on the backs of a lot of us. I could have tried some actual optimism, but I was only trying to fool my wife. I would be writing a report for key shareholders until the wee hours of the morning. On a Friday. Damn, Richards was a dick.

Images of me walking into the party with Faith and her sister Ruth on my arms danced through my head as I drove to the office. Man, it would have been nice. My wife is hot—a spitting image of her baby sister, only four years older. She wasn't one of those skinny barebones women. She had curves and wore them well. Her 5'4", 140 pound frame turned more than its share of heads. She was a real woman. I would give it the old college try, but I was sure my daydream of going to the party with my wife and her equally beautiful sister was just that: a daydream.

My boss confirmed that he was a dick. I made it to the office at nine and before I could even explain my desire to go home, he explained that a few major shareholders wanted reports on the results of my meeting by tomorrow morning. He then had me give him a detailed account of the week's occurrences, as if I hadn't emailed him twice a day. When I was done, he closed his notebook and walked out of the office before I could say a word. Man. I would have to work literally all night. I looked at my watch. Nine o'clock had already turned to ten-thirty. I had to break the news to Faith. With me not at the party, I'm sure she had already figured it out. 

"Hey baby, I..." I began on the phone as I reacquainted myself to my desk and booted my laptop to start working.

"Yeah Tim. Hey, you can go to the party, but we're not going to be there. It looks like Ruth got lucky all on her own. She's with this pretty hot guy. A friend of one of our neighbors. He and his friend want to take her away from the party. Go to a club. I don't want her to go alone." She seemed happy, but her last statement came out more as a question. She was asking to go out with them. My angels told me it was to watch her sister. My devils made me nervous.

I trust my wife. I know that she can be flirtatious, but it all seems innocent and we get a good laugh out of it. The difference is I'm usually there. I was apprehensive, but I didn't want to appear like a jealous ass. "I take it you want to be there for her. Go. Have a good time. I'm going to be here all night anyway." I said, swatting away the butterflies in my stomach.

"Oh really sweetie? That sucks. But thank you for being so understanding. I'm so lucky to have you. Ruth looks so happy right now." she said.

"Go! Have fun. Hey, wait. What club are you going to and what time should I expect you home so I can tell the cops when they find your bodies," I joked morbidly.

"Ha ha!" she responded sarcastically. "I'm not really sure, but we should be home around two. I guess that hardly matters to you though. You'll be home tomorrow morning then?" she asked.

"Yeah, should be. I'm going to pound away, but I have to reorganize my notes, put it all in a memo, create a powerpoint presentation, blah, blah, blah. You know the drill." I said. "I'll try to be home by sunrise. I need the rest." I admitted. Man, I didn't want to hang up. Her voice sounded so inviting. "So, is this guy nice? What's he like?" I asked curiously.

"Ruth really likes him. God knows the girl's self-esteem needs the attention." Faith said.

"No, no, no. His wingman. His buddy. The one who's going to be hitting on my wife all night." I half-joked.

"What? You're nuts." she laughed at my suggestion of possible funny business going on. When things got really hot and heavy between us, we'd dirty talk about my wife being with other men. Faith was apparently not in that mood. "I'm going to keep this guy company while his friend tries to fuck my sister. Let's be real. The girl needs it." she said, more directly than I expected. "Anyway, I'm getting laid tomorrow morning. By you. You're getting a big, wet reward for this." She was cute when she wanted something.

I acquiesced. "Alright. Just keep me updated and call me if you need me. Seriously. I love you."

She answered, "I love you too." She hung up right afterward.

Despite worrying about Faith and Ruth and being more than a little jealous at the fun I knew they were having, I knew I had to get after my work or meeting my "home by sunrise" promise would turn into a lie.

Five minutes into my work, my boss walked back into my office. "Timmy. It's almost eleven on a Friday. Do this on Monday." He smiled.

"Frank. You fucking with me?" I said a bit dumbfounded.

"You look tired. You've been gone all week. After you briefed me, I called the interested shareholders. I gave them a quick update. Told them they'd have to wait until close of business Monday for your detailed report. What am I? A dick?" he asked. 

I stifled a disrespectful response. "No, uh, wow. This is great! Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get out of here before I change my mind." he said.

I walked out towards my car in a daze as the adrenaline I had summoned for my full-night's work quickly wore off. I was, all-of-a-sudden, beat. I couldn't wait to get home and sleep. A part of me wanted to call and try to catch Faith and Ruth, but I knew I'd only slow them down. Plus, Faith seemed like she was pretty happy. She'd be even happier and surprised to find me at home. I decided to keep my coming home to myself. 

It took me thirty minutes to get home, but I was so tired it felt like forever. All I wanted to do was sleep. I parked next to my wife's car in the garage. I was glad to see they took Ruth's car. Faith wouldn't know I was home until she crawled into bed. I took a shower, crawled into bed, and was asleep in a matter of seconds. 

I was awoken by Ruth's familiar cackle laugh coming from the living room. I took a deep breath and looked at the digital clock beside the bed. 1:30. Apparently, the night ended early, but at least Ruth sounded happy. I sat up and decided to go out and hear about their fun. Then, I heard the muffled sounds of a man's voice. And then another. What the fuck?

Our bedroom door, when opened, provided a pretty good view of the living room and the couch that faced the television. It was about fifteen feet from the door. I could see everything...if the door wasn't shut. Damn it.

I tried to hold my breath to listen. I was pretty damned pissed at the prospect of strange men in my house at 1:30 in the morning. Even so, I didn't want to embarrass myself by barging out and being an ass. Plus, I was now curious as to what was going on. I got up and stepped into the closet, the door to which stood opposite the closed door to the bedroom. I left the closet door cracked and slid backwards into the dark.

I was shocked when Faith quickly came through the door. She walked past the bed into the bathroom. I squinted to see in the dim light. Through the crack of the bathroom door, I watched her lift up her short skirt, part of a smoking hot outfit that she had worn in my absence. She pulled down her panties and took a long piss. Her next move was intriguing and a little disconcerting. She kicked her panties off and hung them over the towel rack in front of her. Next, she shimmied out of her skirt leaving her naked from the waist down. Finally, she removed her blouse top and her bra. "What the fuck is she doing?" I thought to myself, watching her standing momentarily naked in the bathroom.

She answered my question by pulling on a silk pair of pajama pants that she usually kept hanging on a hook in our cluttered bathroom. Next, she pulled on a ratty t-shirt that used to be mine. It read "Red Raiders Lift-a-Thon". Man, she was wearing my old high school t-shirt she loved to wear to bed because it was big and baggy. It was sheer in areas due to its age. What I like most about it is it allowed me easy access to her large breasts. Now, that fact just bugged me. She looked at herself in the mirror and primped her hair for a second before turning and walking back out of the bedroom. I pondered revealing myself and asking her what was going on with the guys in my living room. Something caused me to stop. Curiosity? Maybe. I still don't know.

Faith blocked my view for a second as she walked out. She pulled the door closed behind her. I'm sure she thought she had shut it securely. I quietly praised the door I usually cursed for being so unreliable. The bolt clicked indicating it was closed, putting me in relative darkness for a second. And then, as I expected, it clicked again as the door began to slowly expose the scene occurring in my living room. From my vantage point, I had a perfect view of the couch and the love seat that was to its side. The group was moving to their seats. Ruth with her new beau moved to the love seat where they cuddled up. The other guy, who I had already categorized as a douche, sat closest to me on the couch, leaving a cushion between himself and Faith who had her feet tucked in under her. The light had been dimmed and the reflection coming from the television was shining on their faces.

I began to size up these guys. The guy who Ruth seemed linked up with was huge. He was at least 6'3" and obviously spent some time at the gym. The other guy was shorter, but solid looking. He wasn't exactly ripped to the bone, but he was hardly a fat guy. He was about 5'10" and probably around 190. Both looked about Ruth's age. "I could take him," I reassured myself knowing that a fight would more than likely end up with me on my back. The guy was stout. 

It was all of two minutes before I saw the behemoth guy sitting with my sister to run his hands up her stylish shirt. Ruth obviously didn't mind the attention. She was busy rubbing her hand on the crotch of his jeans. After two more minutes, Ruth stood up with the guy's hand in hers. "Hey, I'm going to show Nathan my room," she said and quickly pulled him out of my field of view. Faith nonchalantly said okay, but the last thing I saw really caused me a little rage. Nathan gave his friend a point and a wink. At the end of his gesture, he slid his glare from his friend to my wife. There was no doubt he was encouraging to his buddy to "tap that ass" or "get all up in that"...whatever phrases younger guys use to say "you need to fuck her" without saying it. 

My heart was beating a million miles an hour now. Yeah, I was a little pissed. At the same time, I was intrigued. Faith loves sex, but she was hardly a nympho. She liked to drink, but never got out of control with other men. She flirted all the time, but never cheated. "She's helping out her sister. No big deal," I said attempting to calm my nerves.

There was a silence between the two until the guy broke it. "Your sister and Nathan really seem to like each other." he said.

"Yeah. Ruth needs the fun. Oh man, that sounds weird. Forget I said that." Faith said.

The guy laughed. "No. It's alright. She said as much at the club. Divorce and all."

"I just want her to have fun. She a great girl. She just needs to believe it. DAMN! I'm going to shut up now before you think she's broken." Faith said. I was surprised at how conversationally clumsy she was being. Maybe she was nervous at her situation.

"Faith, it's all good. You did your job. Perfect, uh, wingman. So to speak." he said. They both laughed at his characterization.

"Yeah, well, you too." she said through a smile.

"Hey, do you think I can get another beer?" el douchebaggo asked.

"Yeah, no problem." Faith got up and walked toward the kitchen. The guy waited a second and then followed her. 

The entrance to our kitchen gave me a view of the fridge and half the counter adjacent to it. Other than that, I couldn't see anything else. At that distance, I certainly couldn't hear the conversation. I leaned forward so I could see better past the couch. I was happy to at least see what was going on.

Faith bent over to grab a couple of beers from the produce drawer at the bottom of the fridge. She gave the guy a great view of her ass pressing against her silk pajama bottoms. The t-shirt hung low, but I couldn't see into the gap her position allowed to view her free hanging breasts. By the time the guy got to the entrance of the kitchen, Faith had stood up and moved deeper into the kitchen, out of my view. The guy turned and leaned against the fridge while talking to her.

The two were obviously having an interesting conversation. The guy laughed and was giving Faith his best James Dean pose. After about five minutes, the guy turned around and grabbed a couple of more beers from the refrigerator. Faith slid by him as she moved back towards the living room and did something that made me want to crawl out of my skin. She playfully smacked his ass as she sauntered out to the living room.

She smiled and said, "That's for the spanking I got tonight on the dance floor." 

"Hey I can't help it. My partner was hot and being more than a little naughty." he responded.

"That's the only way I know how to dance." she said.

"What? Like a freak?" he playfully teased.

"I can't believe you went there. All's fair on the dance floor." She laughed as she spoke.

"Well, when you began your dirty dancing routine...let me just say: 'freak' is a compliment." he said.

The two of them were both holding beers and standing behind the back of the couch. I was uncomfortable, but this was bearable. I'd seen Faith dancing at clubs before. She can really groove and since I hardly ever dance, I've had the pleasure of watching her rub against strangers and occasionally our friends. We've always just laughed about it and used it as sexual spark between us. Of course, she'd never come home with one after our club visits.

My wick was about to burn out, but now, I was too far into this investigation. I actually wanted to see how far this would go. Besides, I could hardly run out of the bedroom with the hard on I was now sporting. The image of my wife dancing sensually with this goon was making me frustratingly horny. Plus, I had a feeling that Faith was just being polite as this guy's friend was, no doubt, railing my sister elsewhere in the house. 

The guy continued his prospecting. "Damn, I wish you were wearing that earlier."

"What? This? This is what I wear to bed." she answered.

"Well, almost." the guy egged.

"What does that mean?" Faith asked.

"You know you take off those pants before getting into bed. You wear underwear?" he asked, I felt, inappropriately. Apparently Faith thought it was cute.

"Now who's being naughty? That's nobody's business but my husband's." Damn right! Man, I was proud of her response. He wasn't done though.

"Well, I was just wondering. Seeing your thong poking out from above your skirt on the dance floor puts your underwear high on my mind. Just wondering when they come off." he said slyly.

"Well I hate to burst your bubble Jason, but they're not coming off tonight." Slam. I was never more in love with my wife than at that moment. "Sorry to come off like a bitch, but I'm a happily married woman whose husband is due home any minute." There wasn't a terribly huge amount of angst in her voice, but she was putting this chase to an end.

Jason quipped, "Well, then, I'm happy for you. What if he wasn't on his way home tonight though?"

There was a pause. I held my breath as I awaited the answer. Finally, it came. "Let's just say I'm happy that he is," she said.

"What the hell did that mean?" I wondered.

They both moved to the couch and sat in their previous positions opposite each other. The room was still dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering television screen. They both sat silently for a couple of minutes, nursing their beers.

"So, what did you mean by that?" the guy asked. He asked the question that I wanted to ask. Of course, I would have liked to be the one doing the asking.

"By what?" Faith acted like she didn't know what he was talking about.

"You know." he encouraged.

"Look, I've never cheated on my husband." Faith said. This was good to know information. It's not exactly a conversation most married couples have.

"C'mon. The way you were dancing tonight? I know you've at least come close. You're not one of those women that think that giving a guy a handjob or a blowjob isn't cheating are you?" the guy continued.

Faith responded with silence. The guy had not only touched a nerve with me, but apparently with her too. She took a deep breath and exhaled. "I can't believe I'm telling you this. Alright. My husband and I dated back in college. On his twenty-first birthday, I set up this great big party at my apartment. I went a long way to make this a nice party for him. Well, his frat buddies were there and he got extremely tore up. He passed out about three hours before the party ended. Anyway, I ended up seriously pissed because my apartment was a mess and no one stayed to help clean up. Also, I expected a, how do I put this, a special night."

The guy and I waited for her to continue the story. "Go on," he said.

"Shit. The only reason I'm telling you this is I'll probably never see you again. I've never told anyone this. Not even Ruth." She exhaled heavily again and began telling the rest of the story. "Well, one guy, a guy I went to high school with that lived in the same apartment building was coming home from another party. He saw the door was cracked and came in to make sure everything was okay."




Fly on the Wall



"Long story short, he helped me clean up the apartment. I thanked him and told him how much it meant to me and gave him a hug. He, in return, thanked me. He said that the party he had gone to was a bust and he was left "high and dry" by the girl he took. Now, I had a big night planned. You know what I mean? I was a little horny and it had only built the entire night. I had no intentions of doing anything with this guy, but, in my excited state, I let a smartass comment slip. I said, 'I bet I know how you want me to repay you then.'" Faith had now turned herself on the couch and was facing him directly. She paused and looked down at her beer.

The guy seemed to be channeling me. The only difference was I was stroking my cock in the cover of the bedroom's darkness. "Oh no. You can't stop there. You have to tell the rest of the story." he said as if a television drama had just ended its season with a cliffhanger. I knew the guy Faith was talking about and was beginning to understand why she was always a little tense around him. 

Another sigh from Faith. "The guy—his name was Larry—laughed and said it was hardly his motive. He was just helping an old friend. Then he said 'but I have to admit that I've had a crush on you since high school.' The guy was so sweet. He had really helped me out and I felt a little obligated to him for some reason. I stepped closer to him and told him I'd love to show him my thanks."

Faith continued after sipping her beer again. "It started so innocently. He told me that back in high school he used to fantasize about me. I was still young when he was telling me this. No guy had ever really put it that way. 'Fantasized', I mean. It really intrigued me." She giggled for a couple of seconds. "I needed to know what he meant. I practically had to drag it out of him. After ten minutes he told me that he had dreamt about catching me naked and watching me masturbate. Man, I can still remember the instant goosebumps and well, 'excitement' him telling me that brought." 

"It made you wet?" the guy almost whispered.

Faith responded by rolling her eyes and saying, "Yes."

"Don't stop. It's probably therapeutic for you to tell someone all this." the guy said.

Faith laughed again pointing her gaze to the guy's bulging crotch, on display with his right thigh up on the couch as he leaned over to listen to my wife. "For you too apparently." she said alluding to the mound growing under his jeans. He pursed his lips in false anger and dragged the throw blanket off the back of the couch to cover his lower body. They both laughed lightly before Faith continued recounting her memory.

"Well, I went into the room to check on Tim. Really, at this point, I knew something was going to happen with Larry and I didn't want Tim to come out and make a scene. I had to make sure he was asleep. As luck had it, Tim was dead to the world. I think I even lifted him so he was sitting straight up and he flopped back down. Part of me wanted Tim to wake up; I really didn't want anything to happen between me and Larry. But I don't think Tim woke up until four the next afternoon." she recounted.

"I came back out and asked Larry if we could go to his apartment so we could continue talking, but he told me his roommate was probably in the middle of banging his exceptionally loud girlfriend and talking wouldn't be easy up there. So, I just decided we'd sit down and hang out on the couch." Faith said.

"Like us right now?" the guy asked.

Faith picked up on his efforts. "Stop! I'll stop telling you my story." Faith teased accusingly.

"Okay, okay. But you can't stop until you tell me everything that happened." the guy pushed.

Faith continued. "Well, we sat down and compared memories about high school—teachers, classes, favorite people, et cetera. You can guess considering our earlier talk and my horny state that we eventually started talking about sex. Our firsts, craziest places we'd done it, favorite positions. Stupid stuff like that. I was soon more turned on than ever. I could tell he was too."

"After the party, I had changed into my sleep clothes to clean up the apartment and then roll into bed, so all I was wearing was a baggy t-shirt and some loose, stretchy flannel boxer shorts." she described.

The guy asked, "No bra? No underwear?"

Faith smirked at his boy-like inquiries. "You heard me." She then continued. "So, my nipples were pretty hard and I'm sure they weren't going unnoticed by Larry. At the time, I was more worried about the problem of, well..." Faith paused. She then continued with a vengeance. "Damn, why am I holding back? My pussy was seriously wet and I was afraid it was starting to show."

Her latest unabashed admission took me and the guy a little by surprise. "I knew I either had to get Larry to leave or one of us would have to make a move. Luckily for me, Larry did. He asked me if I'd been joking about 'repaying' him. I laughed and told him it depended on what he wanted me to do. He reminded me of his fantasy and asked if I'd mind taking off my shirt so he could see my tits. Like my husband says, they are my best assets, so I wasn't surprised. I felt a little bit guilty about Tim, but the situation kind of overcame my apprehension. So I pulled off my shirt."

"So I'm sitting on the couch opposite Larry wearing nothing but my flannel shorts. I leaned back on the couch and put my feet onto his lap. I don't know who was more surprised: me or Larry. I asked him, 'Are we even now?' Fucking Larry. He says, 'Well, I did clean up those bottles in the bathroom.'" Faith laughed at the memory as did the guy sitting with her.

I watched Faith and knew that her retelling of that night's occurrences was having an effect on her. Her cheeks were flush and her ears had become red. I'd been with my wife for over a decade and could recognize it when she was getting turned on. I had a mixture of anger, jealousy, and sexual anticipation. I was a little confused, maybe even disappointed at myself. I was stroking my rigid cock and anticipating the rest of her story.

Faith continued the story. "I asked Larry what would make up for his generosity. By this time, I was half-hoping he'd just take me, but also really not wanting to cheat on Tim. He told me, 'Well you know my fantasy.' With that encouragement, I stood up and pulled down the flannel shorts. I have to tell you. I was a seriously shy girl before this. I mean, I was no virgin by that point, but I'd only been with Tim and things were a bit tame. We'd done it in a few positions, but we were pretty much straight sex people at the time. Young still I guess."

I took a little exception to this, but was more concerned about my throbbing cock and hearing the extent of Faith's infidelity that night. Faith did not disappoint.

"I'd never really masturbated in front of anybody, so I wasn't sure how to start. I was horny, but also very nervous. I knew that's what he wanted me to do and I certainly wanted to do it, so I started slowly. I stood in front of him with my legs together and pushed my hands down through my bush and started to rub my clit with my middle and index finger. Larry's eyes were huge! It really turned me on to see how into me he was. I think that he was getting frustrated though, because I wasn't really letting him see what I was doing except moving my hand. I was a little shocked when he grabbed the hand I was using and pulled it away." Faith paused and opened another beer. She then took a deep breath to compose herself before continuing.

"He pulled me to the couch, forcing me to sit in the place I was previously. I couldn't believe it when he pushed on my upper chest, causing me to lie back. Next, he pulled one of my legs up onto the back of the couch while my other foot remained on the floor. I remember I couldn't believe how wet I was. Uh, this might be a little gross, but I could smell how horny I was." Faith admitted.

The guy gulped and barely got out, "Not gross at all."

"I'd gone from this girl, limited in sexual experience, to lying with my legs spread-eagle in front of a guy I knew, but not really all that well. I was wetter than I'd ever been. I knew this because out of shyness I had my hand covering my pussy and it was drenched. Larry reached to pull it away and I stopped him. I mean, I didn't stop him." Faith, for the first time, seemed flustered. "I asked him to turn off the lights first and he did."

"I'd have felt a lot more comfortable had he not pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his pants on his way back to sitting opposite me between my legs. When he did, he reached out for my hand again. I told him, 'No touching. That's our deal. Okay?" He nodded yes, but kept one hand on my ankle that next to his face up on the back of the couch. 

"Once I felt comfortable with the limits I had set and the fact that the room was barely lit by the outside streetlamp, I continued. I started stroking my clit with the hand that was covering it. I started slow, but couldn't help but speed up a little. The smacking sounds that were coming from between my legs only made me want more. My eyes were closed when I put two fingers in me and continued stroking my clit. I was now rocking my hips up to meet my fingers' thrusts. I knew I was close and then it happened." Faith stopped much to her audience of two's chagrin.

"What?" the guy asked for both of us. I looked at him. His right hand was below the blanket he'd used to cover himself up previously. I knew he was stroking his cock under the blanket right in front of my wife who didn't seem to mind in the least. I was angry, but things had progressed too far now and I was busy stroking my own tool. 

"Larry kissed the inside of my calf and then slowly began to move his head between my legs. Believe it or not, at that point Tim had never gone down on me, so Larry's kisses on the inside of my thigh were a foreign feeling to me. He'd brush his nose on the inside of my thigh and my hips would buck up towards his face. I couldn't help it and it was driving me crazy. So when he reached under my thighs and grabbed my wrists, I was in no position to stop him. He pushed his face into my pussy. I had never felt that before. He was licking my clit which was now thick and hard. He pressed down on my mons and pushed fingers into me. Finally, he curved his fingers and pressed my g-spot and sucked hard on my clit. I have to tell you Jason, I was young and probably had cum before, but when you're young you don't really know and you and your friends talk about it and wonder if you'd really cum or if it was just being really turned on..." Faith stopped, recognizing her rambling speech. "Anyway, I came hard and for a long time."

"I grabbed his face, shook, and bucked for more than a minute." I always wondered why Faith asked me soon thereafter to go down on her. "I had never come like that before. In the midst of my orgasm, I failed to recognize that Larry had positioned himself between my legs. I'm glad I did because he had his jeans pulled down to his knees and had put the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. If I had not stopped him...anyway, thank God he was a gentleman. He asked me if he could. I really wanted to but couldn't do that to Tim." Her words were little solace.

Jason, the guy my wife was pouring her secrets out to, had pulled the blanket away from him and was now openly stoking his cock in front of my wife. Faith smirked. "What are you doing Jason?" she asked.

"What happened next?" Jason asked. Faith rolled her eyes slightly at his bold behavior and continued.

"I told him that I'd suck him instead. It seemed only right at the time. I was amazed at how quickly he scurried from between my legs and kneeled to position his cock in front of my face. I was surprised at how forward he was. He put the tip of his cock against my lips before I could say anything. I was beyond having a choice so I just opened my mouth and took him in. I would have been angry...I wasn't that experienced at that. Tim was the first and only guy I'd ever given a blowjob and I wasn't that good to tell you the truth. He'd complained and out of anger I just stopped doing it for him. For some reason, I took this as an opportunity to get better. Like I said, I would have been pissed, but Larry was stroking my wet pussy and rubbing my tits like an expert."

I couldn't help but notice that Faith was now emphasizing her words, using inflection in her storytelling. I think she was enjoying turning Jason on by retelling her memory. She was far beyond being disturbed that this guy had his cock out and was stroking it in front of her. I think she was actually enjoying it. 

Jason encouraged between choppy breaths, "So what happened next?"

"Larry was now fully thrusting his cock into my mouth. He wasn't necessarily huge, but it was large enough that it was hitting the back of my throat. I had heard my friends talking about deep-throating a guy, but I was still an amateur. I think Larry sensed this and he did something that totally caught me off guard. He leaned to his left and put his mouth back on my pussy and started eating me out." Hearing my wife talk like that was a rarity. She only talked dirty to me during sex.

"I had never done a 69! But on that night, Larry pulled me down on top of him while I still had his dick in my mouth and pulled me onto his face. The feeling was incredible; so much so that I actually sat up and watched his mouth and tongue moving underneath me. I did this until he pulled me back down onto his dick. He licked me, sucked me, and touched me everywhere. I wasn't so inexperienced that I didn't know when a guy was about to cum and I knew that Larry was about to. I thought about what would happen if Tim woke up the next morning and found dried cum somewhere on the floor or on the couch and did the only thing I could come up with before this guy exploded. I remembered my more experienced friends telling me to relax the back of my throat and let the head of the dick just enter. Well, that was some of the lamest advice I'd ever received because after the first squirt of cum hit the back of my throat, I pulled off of it coughing like crazy, but trying to stay quiet all at the same time. Larry's cum was squirting everywhere—on my face, my hair, my neck. I had never seen so much cum in my life."

"I felt so dirty that I sat up, straddling Larry's face. I was ready to run to the bathroom, when he stopped licking my pussy and ran his tongue between the crack of my ass. If I'd felt dirty before, Larry made me feel even dirtier; but in a good way. I was pushing my open wet pussy down on his chin and was now moving my hips in response to his tongue flicking against my asshole. It was absolutely incredible. Earlier, I had cum harder than ever in my life convinced that I had reached the pinnacle of orgasms. My second time cumming that night proved me wrong. I came and my juices ran all over Larry's face, neck, and chest. At that point, I didn't care about Tim catching us, because I was moaning and breathing as loud as I wanted to." she recounted her story, looking directly at Jason, who was now bucking his own hips at her every word.

"After I came down from my high, I quietly collected my clothes and started toward the bathroom. I turned to Larry and thanked him for helping me clean up the party. I had to leave quickly. It was so awkward in that room. He just sat dumbfounded on the living room floor." Faith recalled.

I also was dumbfounded. I had pulled a sock up from the floor and blew my wad into it. Faith's infidelity burned me, but I had already reasoned that it was so long ago. Plus, it was so fucking hot to hear my wife describe a wilder side I never knew about. Besides, she hadn't fucked Larry. Man, even I could hardly believe my reasoning. As pissed as I was about this Jason character, if something was going to happen, it would have already happened.

Then, Faith continued. Her guest Jason continued lightly pulling at his hard cock, now fully exposed to my wife. Faith had pulled the blanket over to cover her bottom half. "I just could not believe what had happened and that I would have let things go that far. I stood in the bathroom across from my bedroom where Tim was knocked out from the booze. I was beginning to catch my breath when I looked in the mirror. My naked torso, neck, face, and hair was full of Larry's cum. The hair between my legs was matted from the moisture our little action had produced. I would have felt really guilty, but I was too busy being turned-on and frankly wanting some more action."

That's when I noticed Faith's hand moving below the blanket she had covering her silk pajama bottoms. She stared at Jason intensely while presumably stroking her pussy under the blanket. "I had half-a-mind to just go back out, find Larry and fuck him all night. Unfortunately, he had left already. Mmm..."

"Did she just moan?" I asked myself. Her continuing story cut me off though.

"He hadn't left though. I found that out when the bathroom door swung open and Larry was there. He wasted no time coming up behind me and putting his rock hard cock between the cheeks of my ass pointing straight up. He used his hands to stroke my nipples. Hmm..." Faith moaned. There was no doubt about it now. Faith was touching herself in front of Jason while recounting her college affair. One of her hands moved with increased vigor below the blanket while the other was stroking one of her ample breasts under her t-shirt. MY t-shirt. 

Jason now reached his free hand and grasped one of my wife's naked feet. The contact made her inhale strongly and continue the unsteady breathing she had already started. Jason said, "Don't stop. What happened next?"

"Hmmph. I know I should have stopped him, but I couldn't. I didn't want to. I looked in the mirror and so did he. Our eyes met and we made a decision without even talking. We had to do it. I told him to close the door but he just smiled and pushed the door all the way open. I was worried that we'd get caught because the bedroom door was cracked open. Before I could think about it, Larry pushed the head of his dick between my pussy lips." Faith's head went back at her latest admission. Her breathing broke up as her body began to succumb to the assault she was making on her covered pussy. Meanwhile Jason scooted closer to her and began to rub the back of her lower legs, his cock still exposed and hard. He was now pushing his hand up below the bottom of her silk pajama pants.

"Did he fuck you?" Jason asked.

Faith exhaled hard. She shut her eyes in a wince and opened her mouth. She finished her response by biting her lip. Then she answered. "Yes." She didn't miss a beat and was now moving her arm vigorously in her efforts to pleasure herself. I didn't like it, but my cock betrayed my shock at her revelation. It stood rock hard as I pounded my fist upon it.

Jason spoke again, asking, "What did he do to you?"

Faith answered, "He lifted my leg up on the counter and began pumping me from behind, mmm. We watched each other in the mirror." In her heightened state of arousal, she didn't seem to notice that Jason had pulled the blanket off of her completely. The scene confirmed what we both knew anyway. Faith had her hand plunged deep into the top of her pants. The more aroused she got, the further she pushed the top of her pants down her pelvis, the back of her hand helping the effort. Her legs were bent and her legs slightly spread. Jason, her guest, had now moved to within a foot of her and was now rubbing the silk-covered back of her thigh. He then lifted her lower leg up and put it on the back of the couch, not unlike how she had described her experience with Larry.

My emotions were the ultimate mix. The hardest acid in my anger was toward Faith's past infraction and the one I was sure was approaching. The opposing base was my need to see this to fruition, if not merely for my own physical satisfaction. Jason asked her through his own uneven breaths, "Did you like it?"




Fly on the Wall



Faith gave him a possessed look and answered, "Mmm, fuck yeah!" My disbelief was now solid. The situation was like that of an oncoming train. You know you're going to be hit, but you still hold out hope that some miracle might occur. Jason then destroyed the notion of any miracle occurring.

Much to her surprise, he quickly slid his hand under her ass. Even so, she lifted herself slightly as in one deft pull, Jason had her pajama bottoms completely off. Through this, she continued rubbing her swollen clit. The only difference was it and her wet pussy was now exposed for all to see between her outstretched legs. 

Jason squared himself up and now lay between her feet staring at my wife intently. He only stopped to pull off his shirt and throw it aside. He got up on his knees and when he did, his body was exposed to his knees and his cock stood pointing up towards his torso. He began putting on his own show for my wife, naked from the waist down and pleasuring her wet cunt.

Jason continued his motivating speech. "You liked it when he squeezed your tits didn't you?"

"Oh fuck. Keep talking Jason. Yeah, I did. He fucked me so hard." Faith admitted.

"Show me them titties," he said, his use of language showing his youth.

Faith didn't seem to care by this point. She pulled the t-shirt over her head. The scene was incredible. My wife was spread-eagle on our couch, completely naked while a younger stranger knelt between her legs. On demand, she had exposed her gorgeous 38 D breasts. It was only a matter of time now. And I was frozen by my myriad of feelings.

Jason took a second to push the pants the rest of the way down his legs, leaving him completely nude. He put his hands on each of her knees, steadying himself as he began his approaching crawl. He slid his hands up to the sides of her pelvis and pulled her toward his body so she was flat on her back. He then put his hands at the sides of her torso and held himself above her, poised to push himself into her. Instead, though, he shifted his weight onto one hand and took my wife's in his other. He guided it towards his cock as he requested, "Put it in you."

Both of them looked down between their naked bodies at the point their bodies would meet. Faith pursed her lips and then licked them in anticipation. She stroked his throbbing cock a few times causing him to raise his face upwards and open his mouth. A glistening drop of pre-cum laced the tip of his cock, ready to lube her entrance.

"I can't. I want to Jason, but I can't." Faith said.

They both exhaled heavily and Faith pulled her naked body from under him. The relief I felt was palpable. Faith had come terribly close to repeating the ultimate infidelity and, surprisingly, stopped herself. I smiled as Jason huffily plopped back in his seat and reached for his t-shirt and aggressively put it back on. "Please don't be like that." Faith almost begged.

Jason, obviously aggravated, finally slumped his shoulders. It probably helped that Faith was now rubbing one in apparent sympathy. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I guess things just got a little out of hand." he responded. I couldn't believe how nice she was being to him. She sat with her knees pulled into her chest, surprisingly comfortable despite her nakedness. He continued, "...not that I minded. It's just after dancing and listening to you tonight, I just thought...you know."

"Wow. This guy sounds like an idiot." I thought to myself. I was hoping he was on his way out.

Faith practically whispered back at him, "I know. It would have been nice. I just can't."

"You're damn right you can't!" I thought.

Jason reached down and grabbed the blanket. He pulled it around Faith. She said, "Thank you. I was getting a little cold."

"Yeah, well, it was more about me covering my view. If I have to look at you anymore," he paused. "Let's just say I wouldn't be able to stop next time."

Faith giggled at the compliment. My wife, periodically a hardass to me, was like a schoolgirl with this asshole. He then quipped, "Plus, I could tell you were getting cold," referencing my wife's hard protruding nipples now covered by the blanket.

That caused Faith's face to turn red. Faith smirked and replied, "Well, it wasn't just the cold." The two laughed again. The guy probably didn't know this, but Faith was pretty proud of her lovely, full breasts and liked the attention they received.

Jason asked, "What do you mean?"

"Whenever I'm really turned on, my nipples become 'diamond cutters'. At least that's what Tim calls them." she answered. I winced at her telling our secrets to this stranger.

"Well, I would have liked to see them more tonight. They were the first thing I noticed on you. The things I wanted to do with them." Jason admitted. He picked up his drink and took a couple of sips.

"Send this fucker home Faith," I thought. He was figuratively stroking Faith's psychological weak point.

Faith bit her lip. There was silence in the room. The two seemed to be posturing, contemplating their next moves. All this while Jason's semi-hard cock was out for both of them to see. Faith turned to Jason with a serious look on her face. "Look Jason. It's almost three. My husband's going to be home soon." Faith was finally calling this near-debacle off. "Your friend and my sister are fine, but you can't be here or my husband's going to flip out."

"You're goddamn right I will," I thought. It was a stupid thought considering I was already there and doing nothing.

Jason looked at her like a boy being chastised and more than a little shocked at her seemingly sudden change of mood. Faith's face then softened. "I think you are a great guy." Butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. "You've been a complete gentlemen. I thought I'd just be keeping you occupied for my sister, but I really enjoyed our time tonight."

"Me too," Jason replied.

Faith gulped and then began to stand up. "It's only right that I give you something before I send you home. It's the least I can do."

I couldn't believe this was happening. Her language was limiting, but I wondered what Jason's reward would be. Faith answered me by lowering the blanket to her waist, exposing the breasts they had just been talking about. Jason's mouth parted slightly, showing his shock at the recent turn of events. Faith stood with her hands gripping the blanket. It hung low on her pelvis, just covering the top of her puffy mons. Her breasts hung low, but were accentuated by Faith holding them together with her upper arms. Her nipples were hardened in anticipation; of what I wasn't sure. The intensity of the situation was apparent by the quick rise and fall of Faith's chest.

Jason stood up in front of Faith. He began to reach for her right breast and stopped. "Can I?" he asked while looking into her eyes.

Another lick of her lips and Faith answered in a raspy whisper, "Yeah."

Jason continued his reach until he cupped the bottom of Faith's heavy breast. Faith's eyes closed and she put her chin into her chest. Her mouth opened wider than normal to facilitate her breathing. Jason then moved his palm to her nipple and pressed against it. Faith's response was to push her head in the opposite direction. Her mouth was now fully agape as she took in the feeling of Jason fondling her. He then matched his action with the other breast. "Mmm..." she moaned.

Jason raised one of the breasts and lowered his mouth to its nipple. He expertly began sucking, licking, and lightly biting it. The move was not expected by Faith who gasped, "Oh fuck that feels so good." There was a split in the blanket that covered Faith's lower half. Jason deftly slid his hand between it. "No wait..." Faith said, attempting to stop him from touching her, but it was too late. Jason began rubbing the length of his index finger along Faith's wet slit. His rubbing caused Faith to quiver and further broke up her already erratic breathing pattern. Jason lowered the hand holding Faith's breast up to his mouth and used it to grab her wrist. When he pulled on it to pull the blanket away from her, Faith relented. The blanket fell to the floor.

Faith's hands, now free, went to Jason's strong shoulders. Faith seemed apprehensive about looking at her new partner, but fully accepted his fondling. Her eyes were shut tight as her face tightened in response to the pleasure she was feeling. I couldn't help but feel aroused at what I was watching. Any apprehension that Faith was feeling earlier was obviously dissolving quickly. She began to push her hips forward, her body seeking to facilitate Jason's attention to her puffy mound. In addition, she began mouthing, at least to me, nonsensical responses to Jason's actions. Jason increased the heat of the moment by lifting the foot closest to the couch onto it. Faith's pussy was now totally spread open to him.

"We have to stop now." Faith whimpered. As if his authority was challenged, Jason pushed two fingers into Faith's pussy and began to rhythmically and gently fuck her with his fingers. Faith's mouth opened as she sucked in a deep breath. When she did, Jason stepped closer and put his mouth against hers. He then pulled his mouth from hers, but only to begin kissing her neck, now exposed when she rolled her head back to look up at the ceiling. "Please. We really can't do this. My husband will be home any minute." she whispered breathily. Faith's weak pleas were just words. Her body told a different story. Her arms were now wrapped around his head pulling his face against her exposed neck and upper chest. She didn't object to him moving his hardened cock nearer to her. She didn't lower her one leg bent and standing on the couch, leaving her pussy still exposed to Jason's fingers which continued to ram into her, now making an obscene wet slapping sound.

I knew there was no way this guy was going to stop now. I was not happy about my wife facilitating her own seduction, but the slow crescendo of sexual action in front of me caused me to stroke my cock again. I knew that my wife was going to get fucked in front of me tonight by a younger, attractive guy. What a day. For some reason, though, the motivation to stop it all was gone. Faith and I had always talked about this, albeit in an effort to stoke our own mundane sexual encounters. I could never condone this completely, but seeing my wife with this guy helped me to see her in a new light. I recognized that she was not just merely attractive; she was hot and obviously the potential object of desire for other men. I don't know if pride was the right word for what I felt, but it felt close. I accepted that this was going to happen.

Right then, Jason took both of his hands and wrapped them around Faith's back. While continuing his exploration of my wife's neck and upper chest with his mouth, he began his slow descent, creeping towards her exposed ass. Once he was at the small of her back, he immediately grabbed each of her ass cheeks and squeezed. He pulled her toward him, causing his cock to stab into her lower abdomen. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." Faith emphatically announced. She pushed him arms length away from her and stood. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her uneven breath. The standoff began for all of us. All that could be heard was her breathing. 

I wasn't sure what I wanted now. I had decided that the seemingly inevitable would be occurring within seconds, but when Jason called his checkmate, Faith made a master move to oppose him. Faith stood up straight and stared directly into Jason's eyes. Her face now took a disturbed look. Was she angry? "I told you my husband is coming home." she tersely began, raising her voice a few decibels. "You're going to have to leave." she said, continuing her annoyed tone. I looked at Jason. I joined him in his shock.

Jason stood there looking dejected in nothing but a shirt, his quickly slackening cock exposed for anyone to see. Faith picked up her pants and shirt and swiftly walked past him, but grabbed his hand as she did. She said in stride, "in thirty minutes," ending the sentence she began five seconds earlier.

They entered our dimly lit bedroom. Faith was now in control of the shocked younger man. She pushed him, causing him to fall onto our bed with his cock straight up. Before his feet even landed, Faith had positioned herself between his knees. I was now four feet from my wife's illicit cheating. My cock loved it. I wasn't used to seeing Faith so aggressive. Jason scooted his ass forward, putting it at the edge of the bed. In a split second, she had gone to her knees and wrapped her hand around his thick, six inch cock. She looked up at Jason, now pushed up onto his elbows. She said, "I told you, you're not getting laid tonight." With that final statement, she wrapped her lips around the head of Jason's cock and began to suck. It was now her turn to make obscene sounds on Jason's body. My eyes were saucer-sized as I enjoyed the sight of my wife's brown hair hanging around her face, covering her oral assault on his thick cock. The smacking and throaty gulping noises made it clear that Faith was wasting little time attempting to get Jason off. Jason held her hair up so he could watch her devour his cock. I benefited from him doing so.

Jason was no doubt getting close. I was sure that he'd grab Faith's head and squirt his seed either into her mouth or on her face, but to my surprise, he didn't. He sat up and put his hands under each of her arms and caused her to stand. It was his turn to take control. "We may not fuck, but I'm going to taste that pussy." His abrupt statement only increased the existing tension in the room and showed his frustration with her restrictions. He grabbed one of her hands and pulled her towards him, only to flip their positions. Faith caught her balance by putting her hands on the bed in front of her leaving her with her ass up in the air. Before she could turn and react, Jason had grabbed her hips and had pushed his face into her puffy wet pussy lips.  

Faith's head whipped back as if she had been injected by a lightning rod. She then looked back toward him and reached her hand back to pull his head into her. In a whispered whimper, she reacted with, "Ah yeah. Lick my pussy." Her words drove me closer to my own orgasm as I quietly hacked away at my hard cock which pointed toward the crack in the closet door in front of me.

Jason then forcefully pushed Faith forward onto the bed. The quick push caused her to squeal and then giggle a bit. She was now enjoying this. The whole scene was already dirty. Jason made it more so. He removed his shirt in a quick jerk and then quickly moved to position his head adjacent to my wife's matted bush as he drew parallel to her on our bed. Faith instinctively pulled Jason's ass toward her and engulfed the swollen rod in front of her. Jason began returning the favor, but not before grimacing and exclaiming, "Ah fuck." Little did she know, but Faith didn't have to worry. I wasn't going to "come home" until I saw this through to completion.

The couple moaned increasingly as each grew closer to climax. The 69 position was not a popular one in our marriage, but Faith showed it was popular tonight. I could recognize the all-too-familiar look on her face of near climax as she forcefully rolled Jason onto his back, released her mouth from his cock and began to gyrate her hips against Jason's face. Jason obliged the pressure growing within her by wrapping his arms around her thighs and fingerfucking her from behind as he alternated licking and sucking her swollen clit. Faith forgot to be quiet. She forgot her situation. She seemed to forget everything. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohmuhgud. Don't stop now damn it." she screamed. Finally, she screamed out, "Yes, yes, yes," consecutively until she began to shake uncontrollably and spill even more of her juices onto Jason's waiting face below her.

After a couple of minutes of small convulsions, Faith rolled off of her new partner in a daze. Her hand was pushed between her legs as she seemed to be collecting herself from what had just occurred. She didn't seem to notice Jason kiss one of her upper thighs and turn his body. Slowly he climbed over Faith whose eyes remained closed as she recovered from her earlier climax. He placed his knees between hers and then lowered himself until his cock rested on the back of the hand that now covered her spent pussy. Faith licked her lips and instinctively raised her knees as Jason pulled her hand away by the wrist and laid it at her side. She was now ready to accept him, her wet pussy splayed open to his cock, which ominously rested with its thick head between its lips.

Jason put his right arm under her left knee and drew it up towards her torso. I could see it caused her pussy to spread open even further. Faith wearily whispered, "Wait, wait," but it was too late. Jason plunged into her. Faith's loosened wet cunt easily accepted his entire length in one thrust. Faith arched her back as did Jason as their pelvises finally met after all of his cajoling. He froze, seeming to enjoy his conquest for a second. He whispered, "You okay? I'm sorry, but I needed this...needed you. I haven't come yet." He then began to move in and out of her. The sound of their snapping and popping fluids, and the occasional crimping of bed springs was the only thing that filled the void of silence in the room.

As Jason picked up his pace, he lifted himself into a push up position and began dropping his pelvis hard into my wife. "Oh damn, you feel so fucking good." Jason announced. He then ran his other arm under my wife's other knee, forcing her legs open more. He sat up and began to plug her with significant force. Faith's apparent angry silent treatment ended with, "Oh yeah baby. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy." Her use of a pet name stung me a little, but I was really more concerned with pushing my own pleasure agenda at the time. Faith hardly ever used that kind of language and hearing it now only made me more ready to explode.

Jason dutifully answered her request and began forcefully ramming her pussy as if trying to force her moans to come out louder. "Hurry baby. Hurry up and cum." she huffed at him between his strides.

"I'm gonna cum. Ah shit. Do you want me to pull out?" he asked her surprisingly.

"Mmm...go...ahead...and cum...can't...ah fuck baby...have...the mess..." she answered.

That was all Jason needed. He sat straight up and held Faith under her thighs, causing her ass to rise off the bed. His thrusts were direct and his position caused the head of his cock to rail the sensitive top part of Faith's vaginal walls. "Ah, ah, ah, ah yes." Jason's exclamation signaled his climax. He never pulled out, planting his balls against her clenched ass cheeks, his hairy mound against her swollen clit while squirting his seed deep into her. Faith shuddered and let out a guttural call, signaling her final orgasm with her younger lover.

They both collapsed their sweaty bodies on the top of the bedspread, attempting to catch their breath. After twenty seconds of being sprawled apart from each other, Faith rolled over and saw the red glow of the digital clock. It read 4:15. "Oh shit Jason! You gotta get out of here. Now!" The two of them scrambled to collect his clothes, which Faith shoved at him. She began pushing him towards the bedroom door. He caught himself at the door frame and turned to her.

"Can I see you again?" he asked.

"No." she answered plainly. His face registered his disappointment. "Yeah. Okay. Maybe. I don't know. We might see each other through my sister." Faith's answer caused my stomach to churn. She again pushed at him, but he turned, grabbed her and pulled her toward him. The two shared an intimate five second kiss which only made me certain that this wasn't their last rendezvous. He turned, began putting on his clothes, and started towards the front door, apparently his friend be damned.