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It Just Is

By: HarryC



The phone rang, shrilly in my sleep-gentled ears, and I thumped my hand hard against the bedside cabinet. A more conscious flail on the second ring saw me just missing spilling my water glass over my alarm clock. I got the phone just as the second ring ended.

"Hello?"

My voice wavered, thick with sleep. The clock told me it was 4am and I felt like it. My hair was piled on top of my head in clotted curls, and my face was rough with stubble. I'd been asleep for about two hours.

"Hey, Jace, sorry to call so early. Or late. Whichever you prefer." It was Michael, sounding really faint.

I mumbled something, which might have been "no problem", into what I assumed was the phone's mouthpiece. It took me a moment to figure out I had it the wrong way round. "No problem," I said, this time into the correct orifice.

Michael continued: "Anyway, the reason I'm calling is the company needs me to go out of town. There's been something of a public relations disaster – you'll hear all about it tomorrow – and they need me there now." Michael was the most successful of all my college friends. While Melissa and I languished as, respectively, a junior copy editor at a fourth-rate advertising house and a struggling freelance writer, he had rapidly risen to the top. He was the young guy on TV, elegant before the cameras, charming to journalists that would otherwise crucify him with incisive questions.

Not that looks and charm were what got him where he was: his real talent, his genius, was for being able to spin anything. I met his boss once at a dinner party Michael had hosted, and he had joked with me that if Enron had had Michael working for them, the public would have seen them as tragic heroes. He was that good. He was the best.

"Will you look after Sophie for me?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied, "you know we're always glad to have her."

"Thanks," he said. "Just pick her up sometime tomorrow... um... later today."

Over the phone connection I heard a woman's voice calling a flight.

"I've got to go," Michael said. "Oh wait... are you still there?"

I, perhaps falsely, claimed I was.

"I left your tape in the machine. The Oscars? Though I don't understand why anyone would want to watch it. All right, Jace, I've got to go. Talk to you next week."

Melissa roughly thumped on my door and opened it anyway. She'd put on a robe, but left it hanging loose and open, so I could see she was wearing a pair of white boxer shorts and a halter-top that scooped low over her breasts.

"That was Michael?"

It didn't happen that often, but when we got a call at 4am, it was almost certainly him. I told her she was right.

"What is it this time? Oil spill or another celebrity pulled over with a little too much of the wrong kind of coke in the car?"

"He says we'll find out tomorrow," I said. "He recorded the Oscars for us."

She laughed, her breasts rocking lightly on her chest. "Oh well, that makes it all okay. Fuck it, I'm not going to get back to sleep now anyway. Want to go get it and the little bitch?"

"You're not nice," I said. "But yeah."

We both dressed, more or less hurriedly. Inexplicably, but inevitably, Melissa brushed her hair and put on some make-up. She didn't ever wear much, and it didn't take her long, but as the only person we were going to meet was the 65-years-old night doorman at Michael's building, I didn't see the point. I put on the clothes of the night before: black suit over a tight black T-shirt.

Geographically, Michael didn't live far from us; socially we were in different worlds. He lived on the top floor of a building with too many floors for me, all glass and steel, shiny and modern like the world's biggest iPod. Melissa leaned against the glass door and I tapped on it gently. Stanley – that wasn't his real name, but I think every doorman by law should be called Stanley – slowly lifted his head from his desk, straightened the cap on his head. Then he saw who was at the door, relaxed and let his glorious smile fill his face. When Stanley smiled that smile, impossible as it was, he looked to be about twenty. Wearing it he looked so innocent and pure, so oddly beautiful.

He fumbled about with his key chain then let us in.

"Mr. Whitford, Ms. Cruz. Always a pleasure to see you."

I grinned at him, "Please, Stanley, its Jason and Melissa."

He nodded, even though we all knew he'd never call either of us by our first names. "Guess Mr. Roxburgh has been called away again. You know he's never once woken me up, and he has to come through the lobby." He called an elevator for us, and we headed up to Michael's home.

It was decorated and furnished with the sort of exquisite restraint that nonetheless screams of the vast amounts of money used to create it. The flooring was a mix of genuine hardwood and wool carpets thicker than my mattress. The majority of the furniture was hardwood too, his bureau, his desk, his tables. His sofa and chairs were a mix of wood and fine, Italian leather. The walls were all carefully chosen shades, designed to make an already expansive home seem positively elephantine.

"Sophie," Melissa called. "Come here girl."

There was a rough skittering, and I winced, thinking of those wooden floors. Sophie appeared, brown eyes glossy with pleasure at seeing us, a big smile on her face, her golden tail wagging furiously. I patted her for a while, rubbing the groove in her head just the way she liked it, and Melissa threw herself down on the sofa with about as much care as Sophie had shown for the floors. Sophie liked Melissa better, though, and soon was pressing her black nose against Melissa's thigh.

"So," Melissa said, "do you want to watch them here, or take the tape home with us?"

I was in the kitchen, collecting Sophie's food and water dishes, a bag of kibble and searching for the lead. "Oh, come on, Mel... oh there it is."

"What?"

"Nothing, I just found the lead."

"You know it's always in the cupboard to the right of the one under the sink."

"I forgot."

"Well," she repeated, "here or at home?"

"Neither one of us can work his system, Mel, you know that."

Another of Michael's luxuries was his home cinema set-up, which incorporated an enormous TV, several DVD players, two DVD writers, a CD player and an amplifier/control box that was so complex Melissa and I had never successfully managed to turn the thing on without Michael's help. Fortunately, as Melissa and I's DVD player was so out of date it couldn't play recordable DVDs, he also had a VCR. Despite the technology being outmoded, his was nevertheless vastly superior to every model I'd ever seen in a store.

With a bit of work, Melissa and I ejected the tape and managed to get Sophie on her lead. The latter was so keen to be patted that I said to Melissa, "that dog's practically going down on you."

"And with a tongue like that... rrowr!" she replied.

When we got back, we shoved the video into the machine and we curled up on the sofa, Melissa's long, sweeping brown hair tickling my chin, our feet mingling around the ankles. I hit play on the remote, then dropped it on the coffee table and wrapped my arms round Mel.

The video stuttered then snapped to life, the TV screen rapidly switching from utter blackness to dazzling summer light. The transition was so jarring, it took Melissa and I a moment to realise what we were seeing. It was obviously from a camcorder and instead of the tacky gold and dark rose of the Oscar's, the screen was filled with pale yellow, vibrant green and dusty pink.

We were watching a young girl, perhaps nineteen, posing with one hand on a railing amongst all the glorious excess of a garden at the height of summer. The flowers were all open, and not yet parched by the sun, bushes glimmered palely and birdsong was picked up by the camcorder's microphone. The girl wore a sheer silk print dress, her small nipples peaking through the fabric, the hemline somewhere just below the curve of her ass.

The girl looked off camera and smiled, her white teeth pressed alluring against her full bottom lip. She placed her hands crossed on her shoulders and ran them down her body, first crossing each other, then hefting her breasts and cupping her nipples. Her fingers danced with each other as they dallied over her flat tummy, then her right hand travelled to the hem of her dress as her left cupped her sex through the sheer material.

When her left hand moved, the silk still clung to her pussy, a dark stain seeping slowly through the material. Using both hands the girl began to shimmy the dress up over her ample ass. She slowly rotated as she did so, until her bottom was pouting sweetly at the camera. She wiggled it as the dress edged slowly up, her legs spread and her arms braced on the railing.

Oddly, I felt my cock stirring. It was pressed right against Melissa's buttocks, but fortunately she was too caught up in the tape to notice.

"Should we be watching this?" I asked, as the girl's olive labia became visible between her spread legs.

"Mmm? Oh, of course," she replied. "And don't you want to see what Michael's dick looks like?"

As we kept watching, the inner folds of the girl's pussy appeared. The dark olive of her labia was a shocking contrast to the candy pink of her intimate flesh. Luckily I had adjusted myself, otherwise my now raging hard-on would be buried up my best friend's ass.

The girl had an exquisite back, over which the dress glided slowly. The muscle and bone moved with utter grace as she swept the fabric over her head. As the garment dropped in slow, fluttering strokes to the ground, her long blond hair swung about her shoulders. She looked over her shoulder – but again, not at the camera – and smiled.

She turned. Her breasts were round and full, tanned all over with tiny pale nipples. Her pussy was bare, with only a thin triangle of blond hair above it. I thought I could smell her arousal.

She began to walk towards whomever her show had been directed to, and the camera followed. Just as she reached him, the camera revealed Michael sprawled naked on a lounger, his arousal fully evident.

Michael had what's known as a swimmer's build. Ultra lean, but all smooth muscle. Like the girl's, his was an all over tan, and the smooth musculature of his chest gleamed like a bodybuilder at a contest.

"My, my," Melissa said, almost throatily.

Between Michael's legs was the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was as tan as the rest of his body and – unlike some cocks – utterly smooth. Instead of the ribbed flesh and huge-veined monstrosities, his uncircumcised cock was utterly without blemish. His shaft was thick – Michael has huge hands, and the one he had clasped and moving slowly up and down his cock was well short of being able to close – and the monster was crowned with an even wider bulbous head. Over all, it looked to be over nine inches long.

As we watched, I noticed Melissa – unsuccessfully – surreptitiously grinding her groin against the couch. On the TV, Michael placed his hands behind his head and the blond girl fell greedily on his cock, sucking as much of it down her throat as she could. She managed much less than half.

For a couple of minutes we watched as she bobbed up and down on him, her hair clumping on his thighs. She varied her routine, sometimes letting his dick spill from her mouth so she could lap at the underside and flutter kisses on the head. Then he relented, and gently guided her head until she knelt on the lounger with him, their lips kissing, his cock swaying gently against her belly. The blonde lifted herself up and grabbed his shaft near the base, its size dwarfing her hand. She guided his cock head against the lips of her pussy and slowly eased herself down.

She began to gasp almost immediately, and Michael muttered something about "slowly". It was well over a minute before her hips touched his again, and they both just lay there for a moment, enjoying the situation. Then the girl began to fuck him, her strokes long and slow and even as a metronome. She never once spoke, but constantly emitted a series of small high-pitched grunts.

Michael turned to the camera man that had been little more than an idle curiosity in my mind at least and said, "I think you can join us now, Ashley." There was a momentary break in the otherwise exemplary quality of the camera work as it was set on a stand of some sort, and then a voluptuous brunette entered the frame. She stood beside the fucking pair for a moment, toying with her huge brown nipples and frantically fingering her pussy through her thick brown bush. Then she straddled Michael and he began to lap at her cunt – just as Melissa turned round and stared directly into my eyes.

"You've been rubbing that hard cock of yours against my ass for the last ten minutes, you know."

She was right, and I hadn't even realised. "You were doing the same to the sofa," I responded.

"Well, I see one outcome at least," Melissa said.

We looked at each other for only an instant, just our eyes locked as we pretended to think this through. I couldn't say who kissed who first, and I honestly think we both moved at precisely the same time. Whatever, our lips mashed hungrily and her tongue forced its way into my mouth at the same moment that her hands were sliding into my underwear. I was tugging at her top, pawing frantically at her breasts. We rolled off the couch and onto the floor, where Melissa straddled me. I worked quickly at the buttons on my trousers and slid them down, and she reared up before me like an angry earth goddess, pulling her top off in one easy motion and revealing breasts that would have made either one of the girls on the tape thoroughly jealous.

She didn't bother taking her skirt off, just shifted her panties to one side and guided my cock into her cunt. On the tape, the blonde and brunette hand switched places, and unconsciously Melissa matched her pace to that of Michael and Ashley.

Melissa came quickly – and apocalyptically. She thrashed and moaned on me, screaming ecstasy at the ceiling and gasping. Her copper nipples jutted firmly off breasts flushed red, and I could feel her tight little pussy clamping and releasing my cock. She sprawled on top of me, her breasts a wonderful weight on my chest, catching her breath as the blonde licked out Ashley while simultaneously being fucked by Michael.

"You haven't come yet," Melissa said.

I admitted as such, and she asked, "Is it..."

I interrupted her by shaking my head and then kissing her.

"I want this," I said.

I rolled her over so I was on top and we fucked hard, long past the point where Michael and the girls were sprawled in a naked tangle of sweaty, exhausted, glowing flesh.

Melissa and I came at the same time, and we both came hard. It was, up 'til that point, the best orgasm of my life. We made love constantly, not even turning off the TV, so that in the rare interludes between our bouts in Melissa's bed we could faintly hear static buzzing in the living room.

In the morning, we sat together on the couch eating croissants, me wearing only a pair of boxers and Melissa just a ragged old night-shirt. She sat on my lap, and I could feel her pussy moist against my cock, which was growing ever harder. Out of interest we checked the news: sure enough, soon Michael was on, somehow convincing us that the cocaine that the police had found on a well-known starlet speeding about L.A. in a convertible was, in fact, nothing to do with her.

Finally, Melissa brought up the one subject that we had never mentioned last night, that we had danced around like rabbits in a minefield.

"Where is this going? I mean, for so many years you've been... my gay best friend."

I cupped one of her breast through the T-shirt, loving the feeling, and yet knowing that I equally enjoyed the taste of a man's skin, the heft of his cock, the smell of his sweat. Just as I loved the all-encompassing heat of her pussy, the soft-hard flesh of her nipples, the smell of her cunt and body.

"I know," I said, "it's a real problem." Melissa looked sad for a moment, and I felt her stiffen against me as she tried to hide her feelings. "I mean," I continued, "my parents were upset enough at me being gay. Imagine how they'll feel when I tell them I'm bi."

She laughed and kissed me then, but I held her away at arms length.

I spoke seriously. "Melissa, I've known you for over a decade. I want you to know this wasn't just a one night thing – I want this to work. I love you."

"Jason, I love you too."

We both called in sick. It wasn't a complete lie – we did spend the whole day in bed.

The End

Epilogue

We put the dog back the day Michael's flight came in. We left the tape sitting on his marbled kitchen work surface, with a post-it-note attached reading "Thanks!"

It Just Smells



For some strange reason, my wife of 15 years thought she knew me enough to try and pull the wool over my eyes. She thought that her constant teasing and tempting and promising to "fuck my lights out" would not make me suspicious that she was having an affair behind my back. Well she guessed wrong.

It started out as probably other couples do; a quick hug with a wet kiss and maybe grabbing the crotch or breast or ass and promising to carry it further later when we were alone. And that was what my wife was doing to me. She would catch me in the kitchen or my workshop and give me a really sexy kiss, grab my crotch and rub my cock and then break the kiss and promise we would resume this all later. Of course when later came she always had a legitimate reason why we weren't able to finish what started earlier.

My wife is 52 years old now and still a very beautiful and attractive woman. She stands 5'7" 130 pounds, blond hair and hazel eyes with a 36c rack. Our sex life had been pretty good. She gave excellent blow jobs, allowed me to eat her till she came and even let me fuck her ass whenever I wanted. For all intents and purposes we were the ideal married couple.

But it all unraveled the year she turned 50. Maybe it was her midlife crisis? Shortly after the first of the year she started the teasing and promising of more fun later on. And for the first few weeks I thought nothing of it. We were both busy with our jobs and managing a home with two kids still living there. So when the evening came and I wanted satisfaction I bought her simple excuses and was very understanding.

Now up until then, when either of us teased the other during the day, that night we had incredible sex. Now we weren't even kissing before we turned off the lights to go to sleep. She thought she could keep up this charade and string me along as long as every few days she teased me enough to think I was satisfied. And I would be complacent until she teased me again.

After about 4 or 5 weeks I had to start to masturbate to get relief from the pent up desire. I tried all sorts of porn to help get me off -- pics, videos, stories, chat rooms, you name it. I even went on Craig's List looking for potential hook-ups that might get me off but I never had the guts to follow through. It was probably my wife's belief that I would be content to have a sexless life now. 

And for that short time she was right. As long as I could masturbate several times a day and get relief from that I was fooling myself into thinking I could deal with this. But a funny thing happened along the way. Several of the videos I watched and the stories that got me off the best were the ones where the wife was cheating on her husband. The dialogue between the wife and her lover made me sit up and take notice. The wives in the stories and the videos were doing similar things to their husbands to keep them from intimacy that my wife was doing to me.

So I began to pay attention to the little things she did or didn't do. I started checking her cell phone and found that now she had it password protected. She changed her password on her e-mail accounts. She was taking a tooth brush and toothpaste to work with her. Not every day but maybe twice a week. She was having after work cocktails with her girlfriends at least once a week and not on a Friday but maybe a Tuesday or a Thursday night. I noticed once when I sorted wash there were an unusual amount of panties of hers in the wash. And there were stains in the crotch area of several of them. They smelled musky. She went on a business trip and came home with new perfume. Odd since I have allergies and she knew never to buy a new scent unless we went together and we tried it to see how my nose reacted. Her rationale for buying it was that she smelled it on a lady who she called on in one of her accounts and loved it and thought I would not mind it.

The pieces were adding up and for my wife it was not a good number I was arriving at. Her business trips went from maybe just one or two nights out a month to two nights a week. At least. Yes her job was giving her more responsibility so I could understand the increase in travel. But when I paid attention to what she packed and didn't pack for those trips I know what was going on. Now all I had to do was prove it.

Let me backtrack here for a minute. When I first met my wife I was divorced and was the VP of Sales for a Fortune 500 company. I hired her as a sales rep to add to my expanding sales team. She was married and had two small daughters. As we spent time together I got to know her and her family situation better. Her husband seemed to be a total asshole. He demeaned her and put her down every chance he got. She told me that when she interviewed for this job her husband bet her a $1,000 bucks she would never get hired. Once she got hired, he said he was only joking and wasn't going to pay off the bet.

So I got a pretty good picture of what her home life was like and tried to be supportive and give her every chance to be a success so she could rub his nose in it. That meant I spent more time with her helping her close business. We traveled together 3 weeks out of every month. We would leave town on a Monday morning and maybe not get back till Thursday night or Friday afternoon. When you start to spend that much time with an attractive and smart woman and you are divorced with no social life it is easy to think about maybe having an affair with her. I mean I was spending more time with her alone then she did with her husband or kids.

And of course our sales day would usually end by 5pm every day. If we weren't taking prospects or clients to dinner it was her and I eating together. I think by now you can see where this was heading. After about 7 months of this schedule we found ourselves in New York at a big Trade Show/Conference. We flew in early on a Saturday to get cheaper airfares. We went on a tour of Central Park and had a great meal at a trendy Manhattan restaurant. Then we began to walk around the lower Manhattan and stopped off in a few bars for a drink or two and listen to music. We finally found a place that had a Beer Garden with a rock band playing out under the stars. We sat for a few minutes, ordered some beers and as we waited she asked me if I liked to dance. I said I loved to dance but had two left feet. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the small dance floor and we started to dance. We must have gone five or six songs and I needed a break. Our beers had arrived and I need some refreshment. I was so thirsty I chugged the beer and realized I had to use the men's room. I had her order us another round and headed off to the bathroom.

When I came back out and was heading back to our table I saw her on the dance floor with another guy. They danced a few numbers together and when the band slowed the tempo down he pulled her into him and they started a slow dance. She looked a little anxious and I quickly saw why. His hands were all over her. Grabbing her ass and pushing his groin into her. He was grinding his crotch into her and whispering something into her ear. She looked like she was trying to break free but he had manipulated her into a dark corner of the beer garden and seemed intent on having his way with her. 

At first I was going to rush to her defense but truth be told I was enjoying seeing her like this. But then I felt I had better stop it and as I rose to go to her aid she broke free and walked towards me. The guy was watching her walk away and when she came up to me she put her arms around my neck and gave me one hell of a kiss. When she broke the kiss she whispered in my ear that she told that asshole she was dancing with she was with her husband so play along.

I grabbed her around the waist and walked her back to our table. We quickly finished our beers; I left enough money on the table to cover the tab and a generous tip and pulled her by the hand to leave. As soon as we got outside on the sidewalk I pulled her back into me and kissed her hard. Giving back to her what she had just done to me. As I broke the kiss I told her I had better stay in character in case he is watching us. She smiled and kissed me quickly and said lets grab a cab.

I flagged one down and we hopped in the back seat. Instead of sliding over to her side she slide right up against me and pulled my face towards her and kissed me again. This one was slow and deliberate. There was no mistaking the message that kiss was conveying. On the short ride back to our hotel I debated whether to cross that line and have an affair or be the stand-up guy and just say no.

By the time the elevator doors closed and she had pushed the button for her floor I gave in to the temptation. I pulled her into me and we kissed all the way till the elevator doors opened on her floor. We walked quickly to her room, she handed me the card key, I swiped it, the green light came on and I pushed the door open. She walked past me and began to undress. She pulled off her top and unzipped her skirt. I was pulling off my shirt and dropping my pants, kicked off my shoes, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off my socks and briefs. Naked, I walked over to her my cock rock hard and sticking straight out. I spun her around, unclasped her bra and slid my hands around so I could cup her breasts. One hand trailed across her stomach and into her pantyhose. I was heading for her slit. I wanted her so bad at that moment I could have cared less about the consequences.

She was wet to the touch and gasping as I let my fingers rub the top of her slit. I pushed her face down on the bed and grabbed the sides of her pantyhose and pulled them down. God her ass was so nice and round I wanted to kiss it, slip my cock between her cheeks and cum all over it but I knew we had all night for that fun.

She flipped herself over on her back so it was easier for me to get the pantyhose off. There she lay, completely naked in front of me. I spread her knees apart and lowered my face into her crotch. I smelled that musky smell of sweat, piss and sex. I slowly and lightly let my tongue slide up and down and around her pussy lips. She gasped every time my tongue touched her. I used one hand to spread her lips open and I saw how her pussy was glistening from her wetness. I let my tongue pull those juices from her and loved how she tasted. I had never had a woman taste as good as her, just a bit tart, clear and thick. As I continued to lick her my tongue probed deeper into her cunt. I teased her clit and made her moan as if she had never experienced this kind of pleasure. By now I was past the stopping point. All those months of being with her and watching her and getting to know her, I wanted all of her. The lust inside me was overwhelming. I slipped a finger into her pussy as I teased her clit. I felt the walls of her pussy close around my fingers and squeeze them. I started to finger fuck her as I worked on her clit. In just moments she started gasping for air. I could tell her orgasm was building.

She was bucking under my tongue her ass bouncing up and down and begging me not to stop. I kept at finger fucking, increasing the strokes and trying to get deeper inside her while still working her clit. She grabbed my head and pushed me down onto her pussy as she let out a low wail. My fingers could feel her pussy spasming around them. Her ass was still bouncing and she was saying oh god of god over and over again. It was a good minute or two before she calmed down. I slowly slid my fingers out and kissed her pussy. I moved to kneel between her legs and looking down on her I could see a fine sheen of perspiration on her. Her chest was heaving as she tried to get her breath back. 

I looked her in the eyes and said now it is my turn. I moved so my cock rubbed up and down her wet slit. I didn't care whether she was on the pill or not or whether I should slip on a rubber. I wanted to fuck her and fuck her good. Her hands went up to my hips and she pulled me into her. My cock split her lips and as my head slipped into her I heard her gasp again. I went slow as I wanted to really enjoy this. I was completely buried, balls deep in her sweet pussy. I leaned down and kissed her. Told her I wanted her. Told her I was going to fuck her all night long if I could. She pulled my face into hers and kissed me so strong I was afraid she was going to break my front teeth. I was able to break the kiss and push up so I was on my hands looking down at her. Then I started those slow deliberate strokes. Pulling all the way out then sliding all the way to my balls. Each time a deliberate stoke. Making sure I felt every inch of her tight pussy. She started to meet each of my downward thrusts with an upward move of her ass. She grabbed my ass and each time I was balls deep she grinded herself against me before she let me pull back up. We were matching each other stroke for stroke. 

Pretty soon I picked up the pace and began to slam into her. I loved the way her breasts jiggled with each thrust. And her pussy was so tight and it had been so long since I had actually had sex I knew I was not going to last too long. Sure enough in just a few minutes I could not hold back and let loose with huge orgasm. I pushed as hard as I could into her and held it there as I felt my cock spasm over and over. I wanted nothing more than to keep cumming deep into her pussy. I almost blacked out the sensations were so overwhelming. I lowered myself down and we kissed a very deep intense and emotional kiss. I didn't want it to end. But I needed to catch my breath and I rolled off her and we just held each other as best we could both recovering from an incredible fuck.

What neither of us had factored into this equation was how late it was and how much we had to drink. Next thing I know I wake up and the sun is streaming in the hotel bedroom window. We are both curled up in a spoon position. How we got there I have no idea. I slipped out from under the sheets and went to pee. When I came back she was lying on her back and stretching. She had kicked the covers off and was naked. I could see some crusty white stuff around her pussy from our fucking the night before.

She reached her arms up to welcome me back to bed and into her arms. She said I guess we got carried away last night. I said I sure enjoyed getting carried away like that. I leaned down and kissed her like a lover would kiss. I wanted her again. But this time I wanted her to know I wanted her not just as a fuck but as a lover. I was deliberate, slow and tender. I kissed her lips, her cheeks, and her neck. I moved down and sucked each nipple till they grew hard in my mouth. I cupped each one and caressed them enjoying how full they were. I was between her legs and she could feel my cock rubbing her slit. She spread her legs and let me slowly enter her once again. I slipped all the way in and just stayed there as we kissed and I touched her, caressed her. I looked into her eyes and told her I wanted her. She said you have me. I told her no I mean I want you. Period. I want all of you all the time. She pulled my face into hers and kissed me as hard as she had done before. I took that as the cue to begin my stroking in and out of her. 

This time I was able to last quite a while. My strokes varied and I could tell she was getting worked up and I could possibly make her cum just from stroking my cock in and out of her pussy. Sure enough she reached up and pulled me down into her and I felt her pussy spasm and squeeze my cock as she came.

Then as she was coming down from her orgasm I increased the pace of my strokes and soon enough I flooded her pussy with my load of cum. I lay on top of her and we kissed. Very deep and tender kisses. She was caressing my face and back and shoulders. I was focused on her lovely breasts and face. 

Once my cock had softened and slipped out of her pussy I rolled off. We knew we needed breakfast and to get on with our day as we had a kick-off cocktail reception that night for the conference we were there to attend.

The rest of the day we spent together. Like new lovers we could not allow any distance between us. We were constantly touching each other when we weren't holding hands. But as the afternoon went on we knew more people from our company would be showing up and it would be best if we went our separate ways until the cocktail reception that night.

I went back to my room and showered and as I dressed for the reception I began to think about the last 24 hours and how my life had changed. For me this wasn't just sex. It wasn't just lust. I felt as if we belonged together. The way we fucked, I had never had sex like that with any woman, including my first wife. To me this was special and I was looking forward to the rest of the week with her and seeing how this would all play out.

I arrived at the cocktail party right on time and greeted the rest of my sales team as each one showed up. We mingled with the guests and sometimes we talked business but for the most part we talked about how we were going to enjoy a week in New York City and all the things we could do. 

I saw her walk in. She looked radiant. She saw me and her smile made my heart go wild. I had never had a woman look at me like that. She went over to the bar and got herself a white wine before joining the group I was with. She stood across from me and I was soaking in how gorgeous she looked. Her dress was tight and appropriately short, showed a decent amount of cleavage and she had on 4inch heels that really made her legs look great. We managed to avoid being alone together. Always moving around but always ending up in the same group for conversation. I was looking forward to what the night would bring once this party was over and we could find a way to be alone.

I saw him moving through the crowd and he was heading straight for the group we were in. I didn't recognize him from past conferences but he seemed to be on a mission. He was. He came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder she turned around, recognizing him; she gave him a kiss on the cheek. She introduced him to our group as Frank a man she had worked with in the past. Since he was at the same conference he had asked her to dinner and a Broadway show so they could catch up on old times. She excused herself and the two walked out with his arm around her waist.

The warning bells went off in my head. I could see dinner to get caught up and rehash old times but dinner and a Broadway show screamed date. The rest of the reception I was not in the mood to be sociable. Something told me they were more than old friends. His arm around her and the way she was dressed. I realized she got made up not for me but for him.

After the reception ended I joined a few of my colleagues and a few clients in the hotel bar for some more drinks and conversation. But before I joined them I had taken the liberty of leaving a message for her that when she returned from her night out to call me so we can get together. The addition of liquor helped pull me out of my funk and I generally enjoyed the rest of the night.

By 1:00am I was done. The long night before and the liquor I had consumed I was ready to call it a night. Plus I was now anticipating having her all to myself and really enjoying making love with her.

I got up to my room. No message light was flashing. I called her room, no answer. There was no answer at 2am, 3am, 4 am or 5am. I finally fell asleep but the alarm woke me at 6:30am. I called her room just before I jumped in the shower. No Answer. The Conference started promptly at 8:00am. I had to get showered, dressed and eat breakfast and be in the Main Ballroom of the Hotel by 8:00am. 

I made it down a little before 8. I found almost all of my sales team and we went inside the Ballroom to get seats. We saved some seats for those on the team that had not yet made it down. By 8:10 all my sales team was accounted for except for her. I finally saw her walk in to the back of the Ballroom around 8:45. She found a seat in the back. 




It Just Smells



At the first break at 10:00 I made a beeline for her. I found her out by the Beverage Table pouring herself a cup of coffee. She looked like hell. I was split between being her boss and reprimanding her for failing to arrive on time and being the spurned lover who was left alone for the night.

She saw me coming and started to apologize right off the bat. She knew she screwed up. Promised it would never happen again. I asked what happened. She said they had a nice dinner, the play was OK and they shared a cab to his hotel and she was going to drop him off and then come to me but when they got to the hotel there were some Conference attendees getting out of cabs that they both knew so she went into his Hotel for a nightcap with him and some of the Conference attendees. She said before she knew it was almost after 2am and she was so tired that he insisted she spend the night in his room to prevent her from being out alone in New York City at that time of night. She said he slept on his pull out bed and she had his King Size bed. She reminded me that they were old friends that had worked together for several years. She knew his wife, he knew her husband it was all above board. The problem was they never set a wakeup call and when she woke up it was already after 7am and trying to catch a cab at that time of the morning was near impossible.

On the surface it all seemed rational and made perfect sense. But my gut was not agreeing with the rational explanation. Something kept telling me he was not just an old friend. I said I would not tolerate another miscue like that going forward for the rest of the conference. I said we had a client dinner tonight and that we will make it an early night and find a way to spend some time alone.

She said that might be a problem as she promised Frank that after her appearance at our client dinner she would join him at his Hotel since his company was hosting a late-night reception for their clients and prospects and she knew it would be a great opportunity to make some new connections and network to see about getting opportunities for new business.

Again the explanation seemed plausible and she also said that it would end around Midnight so we would have time once she got back for us to get together. I didn't see much of her the rest of the day as we were all assigned different breakout sessions. We were to meet at 5:15 in my suite for a recap of the day. It was a mandatory attendance. We were spending quite a lot of money on having my entire team at this one Conference and we needed to maximize our presence so we met our sales goals.

Everyone was in attendance but her. And one of her colleagues that had her in all his sessions said that after lunch she was a no show. By now I was pissed. It seemed that now that I had slept with her she was going to push it to her advantage by sliding on her duties and responsibilities. 

We did our recap and laid out the plan for that night and the next day. After all the reps had left my suite I called her room, no answer. But she was on time for the Client Dinner and she looked just as good as she had the night before. She even looked a little more seductive with the way she styled her hair, applied her makeup, and her dress and heels. I caught her alone and asked where the hell she was at 5:15. She apologized and said that after she ate lunch she felt sick to her stomach. So she went up to her room where she got sick and lay down for just a few minutes and she said she fell asleep. She woke up thinking she heard the phone ring and then realized what time it was and knew she had to be dressed and at the restaurant for our Client Dinner.

Again, the excuse seemed legitimate. I told her she was pushing her luck and putting me in a difficult position. Everyone else was doing the right things she was not. I told her don't put me in a spot where I have to come down on you for this unacceptable behavior. She apologized and said she did not want that to happen. I reminded her that she could make it up to me after she got back from helping her friend at his reception. She winked at me and said she planned on it.

I helped her get a cab once our client dinner was over. We were standing on the sidewalk within earshot of the rest of the sales team. I told her to enjoy herself and call if she needed anything. She winked at me and said she would be sure to call me if and when she needed anything. With that she got into a cab and headed off. I hailed another cab and with a few members of the sales team we headed back to our Hotel.

Based on how she described what was the agenda for the reception she was going to I expected her back by 12:30 at the latest. Maybe pushing it would have been 1:00am. But by 1:30 with no call from her and no answer when I called her room I knew she was in Frank's bed and not mine. She never called. And when 8:00am rolled around and the conference had started she was nowhere to be seen. 

I had a seat with the sales team but once the Conference got rolling I got up and found a place in the back of the Ballroom so I could see who entered and left clearly without being too obvious. Just before 9:00am she came in a side door. She was trying to adjust her eyes to the darkened room. I spotted her and made my way over to her quickly. I grabbed her arm and pushed her back out the door she had just come in. Still holding her by the forearm I marched her to the bank of elevators. When one arrived I pulled her in with me and hit the button for my floor.

Neither of us was speaking. I was furious. When the elevator door opened on my floor I pulled her out with me and walked hurriedly to my suite. Pulled out the Card key and swiped it, when the green light went on I pushed the handle down and at the same time pushed her through the door into my suite. I let go of her arm and turned back to close the door. When I turned back around she was right there. She went to put her arms around my neck and try to kiss me. I grabbed her wrists and pushed her away. I told her you must think I am a real fool. And I must be some goddam idiot for believing there was something more between us then a one-night stand.

I told her that she must remember not to be too friendly with the hotel staff, especially the doorman. He remembered her asking him to get her a cab just around 1:15pm yesterday. You had a small overnight bag with you and the cab took you to Frank's hotel. I told her I am guessing that you spent the afternoon fucking Frank, that the night before you weren't too sleepy. You were fucking Frank all night and last night more of the same. Considering her performance at this conference was marginal at best one more screw up and she was on the next flight home without a job. 

I reminded her that her husband would sure enjoy finding out how his wife lost her job. Her head was down and she was shaking her head back and forth. I told her we had another client dinner tonight and that I fully expected her there for the entire evening and when it was over she would be coming straight back to this hotel. If you want to fuck Frank again, he will have to come here. But if she didn't return directly to the Hotel or left the hotel after coming back from the Client Dinner she might as well just pack her bags and catch the next flight home.

She said she wanted to explain and I told her we were past that. Obviously I was mistaken that we had connected Saturday night. That it was just a fuck for her, nothing more since she seems to be able to fuck multiple people at the same time. Fucking me then fucking Frank and still fucking your husband it must be all just a game to her with no consequences. Unfortunately, fucking around with Frank at this Conference had put her job at risk. I said I hope he is worth it because you will not only lose your job but you could lose your family as well. Then I opened my suite door and told her to get the fuck out of my room. I expect to see you at the rest of the sessions all day, at the client dinner tonight and back in this hotel afterwards. I also expect you at the conference tomorrow at 8:00am sitting with the rest of the sales team.

She had tears in her eyes as she walked by me out into the hall. She turned and said she was sorry. Then she turned back and walked down the hall to the elevators. I closed the door and laid my head against it. It was only a little after 9am and I wanted a drink so bad.

I went into the bathroom and used a washcloth to put cold water on my face. I knew I was fucked. I knew I should not be this hung up on a woman. I was old enough to know better. I felt so foolish and immature. After I composed myself and made sure I was making the right decision I left my suite and headed back down to the conference. The early morning session was just breaking up and the breakout sessions were about to begin. I checked my notes and found out what breakout session she was supposed to be in and headed that way. I figured if she was a no show I might as well can her ass right then and move on.

By the time I found the room the breakout session had started. I stuck my head in the door and to my surprise she was sitting in the front row. I left the room and wandered about from session to session. At lunch time, the sales team gathered in the Grand Ballroom where there was a buffet lunch being served. She was there at a table talking with some of the team. I got a plate and sat at another table where I could keep an eye on her. When she finished her lunch she excused herself from her table and headed out of the Ballroom. I figured she was either headed to the Ladies Room, going back to her room or headed out to grab a cab and go see Frank. If I was a betting man I would have bet the house she was not leaving the Hotel. She didn't leave the hotel she went to the Ladies room and then headed off to her afternoon breakout session.

At 5:15 she was in my suite with the rest of the sales team. We recapped the day's events, planned out our evening and next day. She hung back and as the last rep left my suite she closed the door and asked if she could speak with me. I said you are here and we are alone so say what you have to. She gave me the whole how sorry she was and yes Saturday night was special for her too. She can't explain her relationship with Frank so I would understand but if it prevented us from moving forward she was willing to leave that behind her and focus solely on us.

You know the saying once burned twice shy? Well I stood there looking at her. Weighing my options, on one hand I could not get out of my mind how we had fucked that night or the next morning. I had never had that kind of sex with any woman before. But was it worth the risk to my job to continue an affair with a woman that worked for me and seemed to be rather careless in her actions. Part of me wanted to fucking rape her right there and the other part of me said throw the bitch out and forget her.

I told her I would have to think about it. This was not an easy decision. I said I would let her know once I had made up my mind. She came towards and tried to kiss me but I pushed her back away. I said sorry until I have made up my mind I wanted to remain free of any undue influence. She was prompt for the client dinner and actually made quite an impression on the clients. She was extremely professional and made sure she mixed the conversation between business and general topics. By dinner's end she had two clients willing to expand their relationship with us by a significant amount.

With the clients safely on their way back to their respective hotels, I gathered the sales team together in the bar of the restaurant we were at to review the successes of that night and how to capitalize on this achievement. I bought several rounds and by midnight we were all feeling quite drunk. I reminded the group that 8:00am comes really early and we need to be ready for the last full day of the conference. It took several cabs to get us all back to our Hotel. By the time I got back to my room I was ready for bed. My message light was flashing and when I listened to the message it was from her. She apologized again and hoped that by her performance tonight at dinner she had demonstrated that she was focused on what was important.

Just listening to her voice had my cock rising, even in my drunken state she had me aroused. I deleted the message and hung up the phone. I sat by the edge of my bed and debated if I should or shouldn't require her to come to my room and fuck my lights out?

My cock was winning the decision battle, I was rock hard and I knew I wanted to fuck her again and again. I picked up the phone and dialed her number. She answered on the first ring. I was flat and deliberate. I told her she had less than five minutes to make it to my room undetected by any of our sales team and be prepared to be fucked many times.

Then I hung up not even giving her time to say yes or no. I then undressed and put on the wonderful cotton robe the Hotel made available. My cock kept poking through the front of the robe. I was just reaching into the Mini-Bar for a scotch when there was a knock on the door. She made it in less than three minutes. I let her in and she came by me so quickly I had no idea if it was her or not. But when I closed the door and turned around she stood 10 feet away from, stark naked. She saw my cock pointing out and smiled. She may have thought it was going to be an easy night and we would make love like lovers do. But I was angry and she was going to know how angry I was by how I was going to fuck her.

I undid the robe sash and let the robe fall to the floor then I walked up to her and grabbed her hair on the back of the head and pulled her towards the bed. I pushed her down face first. Grabbed her hips and pulled her ass high in the air. I spit into my fingers and used it to lubricate her asshole. I was going to teach her a lesson and make sure she understood what my expectations were of her. I then spit on my fingers again and used it to lube up the tip of my cock. I used my hands to spread open her ass cheeks. That's when she started to complain and beg me not to fuck her ass. I slapped her ass so hard it left my hand imprint. I told her to shut the fuck up. I told her she was nothing but a cheap whore. That any married woman who could fuck two different men in less than 24 hours had to be a whore and as such I was going to make sure I treated her as the cheap whore she was. And with that I pushed my cock head up against her asshole. With just a little more force it was beginning to split the hole open slightly. Having it positioned at just the right spot and angle I grabbed her hips and with one huge push got the head of my cock and about an inch or two of my shaft into her ass just past the sphincter muscle. 

Her gasp was like someone just punched the air out of her. She started to fall forward but my grip on her hips kept her just where I wanted her. Another big push and another inch or two sunk into. Again her gasp was like I had punched the air out of her. I pulled back just a little and with that move I started to rock back into her. Another inch slipped in. I kept up the rocking motion and each time I pushed forward some more of my cock disappeared in her ass. Once I was balls deep in her ass I held my position and gripping her hips pulled as hard as I could to get me as deep as I could in her ass. It was then I could hear her crying softly. Good. It was just the reaction I wanted. I reached under her with my right hand and grabbed hold of her breast. I found the nipple and getting it between my thumb and forefinger I began to pull and twist it. Not in a loving way but in a way to inflict pain. Serious pain. I wanted her to suffer. To make sure she understood that if she ever did something like that again this would be mild compared to what I would do to her. She cried out as I pulled and twisted her nipple. She began to quietly beg me to go easy to not hurt her that only made me want to inflict more pain. I let go of her nipple and grabbed her hips and begin to slam into her ass as hard as I could. My balls slapped against her cunt as I pounded her ass. Being drunk I knew it would take me quite a while to reach orgasm. That was fine by me. That meant she would have to endure quite a long time having her ass pounded. Every now and then I could hear her sobbing. I was enjoying this way too much but I didn't care. In my mind she was getting exactly what she deserved.

Every so often I would let my hand reach under and push on her clit or grab a tit and squeeze it hard or maybe twist the nipple anything to get a reaction out of her that I was causing pain. Once I felt my orgasm starting to build I increased the intensity of my pushing and increased the pace too. Then I felt it start deep in my balls. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back against me as best I could and then I felt that first spasm as the first shot of cum emptied into her bowels. It wasn't a massive orgasm; the liquor had softened the intensity. But to me it was good enough. The spasms went on for a while and I held her tight until they stopped and my cock softened and fell out of her ass. I pushed her down on the bed and went into the bathroom to wash off my cock.

I was proud of myself. I looked in the mirror and smiled at myself. I had taught her a lesson I thought. She should know by now that it would not be good to fuck me over. When I came back into the bedroom she was curled up under the covers. I got in on my side and shut off the light. I didn't say good night, kiss her or even acknowledge she was there. In a matter of a minute or two I was sound asleep.

The phone rang with my wake up call. I looked over and she was still there. I half expected to wake up and find her gone. I had abused her you could even describe it as rape. But she was still there. She was watching me and trying to figure out how I was going to treat her. I told her based on the time she had better get her ass out of my suite so she would be downstairs by 8:00am. She got up and dressed and was out the door in less than two minutes. I showered, had room service breakfast and was downstairs by 7:45. Today was the last full day of the Conference. At noon the Trade show part would begin and that would last till 5:00pm the next day. My team was set to man the company booth from 8:00am till Noon Tomorrow and then we were free to go. I had planned to spend one extra night in New York City and do some sightseeing and shopping before I returned home on Friday.

There were no breakout session scheduled after lunch that was of any interest to me or the sales team. Our strategy was to seek out key prospects and try to arrange for follow-up visits after this conference. I was debating whether to head out and do some sightseeing or just crash and do some paperwork in my suite before the team assembled for dinner tonight.

As I was considering my options for the afternoon she approached me. She had cleaned up quite nicely in the two hours I had last seen her. No one else was around and she came close to me and whispered if she had satisfied my needs last night. I smiled and said yes and I was looking forward to the next time I would have her alone and we could resume where we left off last night. She softly touched my arm and said just tell me where and when and I will be there. With that she turned and headed for the beverage table to get herself a cup of coffee. As I watched her walk away and I saw that ass swaying I decided that my afternoon was going to be spent fucking her again. When she came back with her coffee I told her that I wanted her dressed to kill and in my room no later than 1:00pm. I gave her my room card key and told her to let herself in if I was not there yet to wait for me. She asked what I meant by dressed to kill. I told her the way she was dressed to go fuck Frank Monday night. Fix your hair, do your makeup, where something sexy and seductive, the highest high heels you own and no panties.




It Just Smells



I looked at her and saw her acknowledge my instructions. With that I walked away and left her standing there. I am sure it was confusing her but I wanted that doubt and anxiety in her. The morning dragged on. We were now on our fourth day of this Conference and it was getting old. I bumped into a few clients and prospects as I wandered outside the Ballroom and over by the breakout session area. But my mind was hardly on business. I was rolling over in my mind what to do with her. When we got back home, how were we going to handle this relationship? I couldn't say I was in love with her. It was too early. I knew I lusted for her, craved her and frankly needed her from a sexual standpoint. But I was her boss and our company had a very specific code of conduct which I had shredded by the events of the past several days. Somehow I found myself outside on a side street next to our Hotel. I rested my back against the wall. My gut was telling me how to deal with this but my brain had a totally different approach. I needed space and distance but unfortunately 1pm was coming closer by the minute.

I walked out on the Avenues of the Americas and low and behold across the street was a nice lounge. I walked over and figured a scotch might just help my brain slow down enough to figure this out. The first swallow burned, it always does, whether it was straight up, on the rocks or with a dash of water. The subsequent swallows lost their fire but the cumulative effect was what I needed. I made the first glass last a whole 20 minutes. By the time I finished the second one in less than five minutes my mind was slow enough that I knew how I would deal with her and us when we returned home. But when I checked my watch I realized it was after 1pm. My treasure was waiting for me in my suite hopefully anticipating an afternoon of sexual adventure.

The elevator seemed to take forever to climb 37 floors to my suite but as the doors opened and I started down the hall to my door I could feel my cock start to stir. Seems my brain was far ahead of me in conditioning me to what was waiting behind those double French doors of my suite. I swiped my card key and pushed the door open. She was sitting on the sofa; her legs crossed showing plenty of leg and thigh. As she stood I could see they were black thi highs with a lace top. Her black high heels had to be at least 4" maybe even 5". Her skin tight red dress with the scoop neckline ended about 6" above her knees. It hugged her body as if it was painted on. Looking that good I was thinking it was shame that I would be the only male to see her right then.

I walked up to her; I held her face in my hands and pulled her to me as we kissed softly. She melted into me as her arms went around my back. Our kiss was intense, deep and full of emotion. I needed her. My hands slide down from her face, across her breasts and then to her waist. I pulled her by the hips into me. I knew she could feel my erection. She pushed her stomach into me and as she did my hands wrapped around her ass cheeks and I made sure I pulled as hard as I could to get her as close into me as I could. Our kiss got more intense. As if we were both starving for the other. I didn't want to break our embrace or our kiss. The passion and desire was building inside me at a furious pace. As we kissed my hands were inching up her dress so in a just a minute or so I had her bare ass cheeks in both my hands. I was squeezing the cheeks and humping her against me. God how I wanted to fuck her and to make mad, passionate love with her. I wanted to erase her memory of the sex she had with Frank by being the better lover.

I had the hem of her dress up around her hips and so I backed her up so she fell back on the bed. I stood above her and between her legs and looked down on a shaved pussy. I lowered myself to my knees and spreading her thighs apart with my hands I leaned in and softly kissed my way up to her slit. I was looking directly into her eyes as my tongue flicked all around her outer pussy lips. Her hands were cupping each of her breasts as she fondled them. I knew from our first time together that I could make her cum from eating her out. I wanted this time to be the biggest orgasm she ever had.

I used my left hand and my fingers gently spread her outer lips apart so my tongue could travel the length of her slit from bottom to top. I flicked my tongue rapidly over her clit and heard her start to moan softly. As my tongue continued to travel down and up on her slit she was getting wetter and wetter each trip. My tongue increased its actions by pushing her inner lips apart and licking out more and more of her pussy juices. Then I used the index finger of my right hand and let it caress the spot of skin just below her slit and just above her asshole. It was slick from the combination of my saliva and her pussy juices. So it was easy to start to rub her asshole and begin to lubricate it up so my finger could push inside her ass.

That attention to her ass began to make her moan more loudly and her hips began to move. She was getting to the point of being so very turned on. I focused my tongue action on her clit as my index finger pushed into her ass. I expected her to try to move to prevent my finger from going deeper but to the contrary she pushed down on my finger helping it go way past the first knuckle. She wasn't fully lubricated so when I pushed my finger up to the second knuckle I felt some dryness so it made it just a little bit painful to accept the depth my finger was at. 

Her hips were now starting to move more aggressively. She was turned on and wanting more. So I forced my finger all the way in. I stopped my tongue lashing of her clit and looked up to see her face. Her eyes were closed she was licking her lips and gasping for air. I knew how close she was to having an orgasm. So I thought it was time to tease her. I made my finger hold its spot in her ass and I asked her if she wanted to cum. Did she want me to keep this up and make her cum. She couldn't speak she just was nodding her head up and down. So I pulled my finger out of her ass and as I did her head popped up with this worried look on her face. It had the look of pleading on it. 

I said if you want me to make you cum you have to ask me for it, beg me for it.

Her head went back on the bed and her hands reached for my face like she was going to pull my face back into her pussy. I pulled my head back and told her that I wanted to hear her beg or I would stop everything and send her back to her room.

"Oh god please don't stop, I need you to make me cum. Don't stop any of it. Do whatever you want to me just let me cum for you."

Just what I wanted to hear. So I slipped my right index finger into her pussy to lube it up and then I jammed it hard up her ass. Her hips jumped off the bed. I began to finger fuck her ass hard jamming it in right up to my fist. My left hand was wrapped around her right thigh so I could push her pussy down onto the bed and make sure she could not move away from my finger fucking her ass. I was pounding it hard and I could hear her gasp each time the finger went knuckles deep into her ass. Then when I had pulled the index finger completely out of her ass I made sure the next stroke had two fingers plunging into her ass. Then I lowered my face back to her slit and let my tongue work her clit over again. Her orgasm was building and I could tell as her breath was in short gasps and her hips were moving all over so it was hard to keep both my tongue on her clit and my fingers in her ass. 

"OHHHH GOD, OHHHHH GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOO."

That was all I had to hear. I knew she was cumming and cumming hard. Her hips were bucking up and down off the bed her hands were both pulling me into and then trying to push me off her clit. I could feel her pussy spasming, clenching tight again and again. I pushed my two fingers as deep into her ass as I could and held them there as she came. My tongue tried its best to stay in contact with her clit but then she began to push her thighs together and roll over onto her side to try and stop my assault. But I wanted it to be a massive orgasm. I was trying to drive the memory of her fucking with Frank far from her brain. And replace it with a fucking the likes she had never had.

"Oh god stop please it hurts this is hurting me you have to stop let me rest stop oh god please stop I can't take it anymore it's too much this is hurting me." She was gasping out her plea for me to let her come down.

I forced her back on her back, pulled my fingers from her ass and drove them right into her pussy. I started to slam them in just as hard as I had done to her ass. Her pussy was slick so my fingers had no trouble getting deep into it. I was pounding her pussy with a vengeance. All the anger I had towards her for leaving me and fucking Frank and making me feel foolish was coming out now. I wanted to hurt her this way. What was supposed to be a loving act was now turning into a form of punishment. Her orgasm that had started to c ebb was now building back up. 

"Please you have to stop, please don't do this to me. I can't take this. You are hurting me. Oh god oh god oh god arrrrgggghhhhhh."

Her hips were bouncing all over as this part of her orgasm reached its zenith. Her hands were pulling the hair on my head so she could drive my face right into her pussy. I bit down on her clit and her scream should have brought down the ceiling. I held it between my teeth and rode her pussy until she collapsed and lay still, letting go of my head. Her breath was ragged as she tried to catch her breath and regain her composure. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and licked them to enjoy the taste then I brought them up to her mouth and rubbed her pussy juices all over her lips and then stuck the fingers into her mouth telling her to suck them clean. She tried between gasping for breath. 

I stood up then and began to undress. Looking down on her I was so filled with desire and still so full of anger. I was going to fuck her and fuck her as hard as I could. God she was such a beautiful and sexy woman. I couldn't fault Frank for wanting her but I was a selfish SOB. This was a treasure I did not plan on sharing with anyone and I was going to make sure she understood that. 

My shirt came off then my belt and then I dropped my trousers and kicked off my shoes. I and slipped off my socks and then lowered my boxers. She was looking into my eyes but she shifted her attention to my cock when my boxers dropped to the floor. My cock was rock hard and a string of pre-cum was dangling from the tip dropping to the floor.

I told her to pull her tits out of the top of her scoop neckline as I wanted to see them and kiss them while I fucked her. I told her to move up on the bed and spread her legs wide apart. I climbed up on the bed on my knees and crawled up between her legs. I grabbed hold of her ankles and spread her legs wide apart. My cock was just above her pussy and I lowered myself down so it was lying on top of her slit.

"You know how bad I want you? You know how bad I want to cum inside you and make you all mine? Don't ever let me catch you even talking with Frank on the phone. From today on you are mine and I will not share you with him. Don't fuck with me and don't think you can get away with it. I find out you ever see him or speak to him again and you will truly regret fucking me over like that. Do you understand that? Do you know what I am saying?"

She nodded her head yes while her hands reached for my cock and she began stroking and caressing it.

"Please make love to me now I won't ever disappoint you again. I was so wrong to do that to you. I love you."

Those last three words she uttered were totally unexpected. And for a brief second or two I was just about to buy into her sentiment. But that little voice in my head was saying not to trust her. Would she say that as a way to try and fool me into thinking that she truly loved me and would leave Frank behind in an instant? 

How I came to mistrust that comment was as a result of spending so much time with her on sales calls. She was very good at gaining a person's trust and confidence. Her flirtatious ways and her ability to say exactly what a prospect wanted to hear had made her a successful sales person. 

Was she selling me? So much of me wanted to believe her words but the other small part was telling me to be cautious and don't overcommit to her just yet.

I tightened my grip on her ankles and pushed her legs as far apart as I could then I worked my cock up and down her slit teasing her. I waited till I felt her hips begin to move as she tried to get my cock to slip inside her pussy.

"Are you going to keep teasing me? I thought you wanted me? Do you want me to beg you?"

I just smiled back down at her and kept rubbing my cock up and down her slit.

"OK, I will beg, please I need you inside me I want you to cum inside me. I want to be all yours, please please fuck me."

She kept trying to move her hips and ass to get my cock to slip inside her pussy. But I was enjoying this. Making her beg, teasing her pussy. I was enjoying the power trip of having her just this way. I mean here is a married woman and a mother of two small daughters on the bed of her boss begging him to make love to her, to fuck her. The feeling of power so was so good. Needless to say, I spent the afternoon making her pay for her dalliances with Frank. I came five times that afternoon. Three times in her ass, once in her pussy and the final time deep down her throat as she gagged on my cock and cum.

She was scheduled to fly home late that afternoon but I made sure she missed her flight and spent the night with me in my bed. We flew home late Friday afternoon. I had the airline bump her up so she flew next to me in First Class. The flight attendants thought we were such a cute married couple. On the way back home I laid out for her how I saw this relationship going forward. I told her I was not going to risk my job or career by getting caught having an affair with a subordinate and especially someone who worked directly for me. My being divorced was acceptable if she too was divorced but she being married caused me the issue I wanted to avoid. Her choices seemed simple to me -- start divorce proceedings against her asshole husband and transfer over to another division in the company. Once her divorce was final, she could quit her job and we would get married. I told her this past week with all that took place should have opened her eyes to what we had and what we could share going forward. If she didn't want to get a divorce then I would make her transfer to another division or fire her.

She said it was a lot to digest and she would need some time to think it over. I said great, you have till the plane touches down and we are home. When we walk off this plane and go our separate ways I want to know what you want. I wasn't going to give her the luxury of stringing me along anymore. It was put up or shut up time for her. I offered her a man that loved her, craved her and treasured her compared to a husband that thought she was worthless and a lover that just wanted to fuck her.

Up till now I knew no man had ever pushed her like I was doing. I wasn't giving her the room to wiggle -- to have her cake and eat it too. As we walked off the jet way into the gate area of the airport she told me she would call an attorney on Monday morning and put in for a transfer when she got into work. Now that I had her commitment to leave her husband I told her we would hold off on the transfer for a month or two and let the dust settle when folks at work found out she was getting a divorce. Making moves like that would raise questions as to why she needed to transfer jobs. Told her we didn't need that kind of scrutiny. 

When her husband got served with divorce papers he went ballistic and beat her up in front of their daughters. She called the police and it made it quite easy for her to get what she wanted in the divorce. In less than 4 months she was a free woman. Of course we couldn't marry for another six months after that due to some arcane state law. But fifteen months after that conference in New York City we were married. She hated being a stay-at-home mom so after about six months of marriage we talked it over and she found a great sales job with a local company in town that allowed her to call on business locally and not have to travel.

For twelve years she excelled at this small company and eventually made it to VP of Sales for them. But as the economy was starting to turn down her company was acquired by another larger competitor and she was downsized.

Fortunately for her and us her track record of success helped her land a job with a company that had a local presence in our town but it would require her to travel several nights a month. We talked it over and considering how strong our marriage had become I felt comfortable with her taking on a challenging opportunity. 

I didn't give it much thought at the time but her new company was in the same industry that we had both been in when we met. She would be calling on some of her old customers and seeing the same competitors and going to the same trade shows we had gone to. By now Frank was such a distant memory to me it never crossed my mind that she and he would cross paths now. It was to prove a terrible oversight on my part.

She had been with her new company about 7 or 8 months when the teasing started. She had been to three trade shows and two conferences in that short time. What I came to find out at the Company Christmas party from one of her co-workers was that she was the only attendee from the company that went to those events. At the time it didn't register the implications that comment carried. But now it was beginning to make sense.

The increased overnight travel, attending trade shows and conferences as the sole representative of the company and the wardrobe she packed for these business trips made we start to dig into what was going on.

In the past twelve years I had done quite well with my company. I was named President of my business unit. I now had responsibility for every department in the business unit. Sales, IT, Customer Service, Operations, etc. you get the picture. I had access to many resources. I tapped into one of them as soon as I found out what my wife had done with her cell phone and e-mail accounts. Her excuse to me on the surface would seem very rational. Her company issued the cell phone and as a result the phone required it to be password protected. Her e-mail accounts that ran on her company's servers also required her to change her passwords every sixty days.

The head of my IT group was a fellow that started at the same time as me. We had gone through Orientation together and from that point on had become very good business associates. We always helped each other out whenever the need arose and I was instrumental in getting him named head of IT over another candidate. 

I approached Terry one day and started asking him some general questions about hacking a cell phone or an e-mail account. He was afraid I was of the opinion that someone had passed through our firewalls and compromised our servers and databases. Once I assured him that this was not the case but was one of a personal nature he relaxed and offered to assist me anyway he could. 

Terry knew my wife; he was here in IT when she was working for me. I knew I could trust Terry so I shared with him my need to hack her cellphone and e-mail accounts because I believed she was having an affair. I needed proof, one way or another to confirm my suspicions or prove me a complete fool for doubting her love and fidelity.

It took some effort, some covert work on Terry's part, and luck in finding her phone and laptop available when she was gone with her daughters for the day and some help from one of her co-workers that felt sorry for me.




It Just Smells



She had grown sloppy. Maybe it was overconfidence that with passwords protecting her cell phone and laptop that she didn't have to delete text messages, phone numbers, dates on a calendar, or damaging e-mails from her lovers. Yes lovers. Not just Frank but new ones and young ones too. Sales reps that worked for competitors, people she met while traveling and even an airline pilot. Thanks to LinkedIn I was able to see pictures of her new lovers and that's how I found out how young they were. Late 20s' and early 30s' seemed to be the average age except for the Airline Pilot who happened to be almost 60.

Her dalliances stretched back almost two years. They seemed to be more like one-night stands though she did hook up with a few whenever they found themselves in the same city. But Frank was back to being the main lover in her life. He was almost always with her at least two of the four weeks a month she was on the road. They stayed in adjoining rooms in the hotels. Made sense since we talked every night around 10:00pm when she was on the road. I figured she did that so she was always available to answer the phone and either join Frank in his bed when she hung up from me or Frank was in her bed just waiting for her to hang up so he could fuck her.

What hurt the most was the tone of the e-mails Frank sent to her. Never once did he say he loved her, never once did he sign off, Love Frank. But what he wrote about was how hot she was, how he enjoyed the way she fucked him, the things he wanted her to do for him the next time they got together. He sent her pictures of couples in various sexual positions telling her he needed her to do this with him when they were next alone. To me it was obvious, she was nothing more to him then a fuck toy. There was no love or care for her as a person. She was just there to satisfy his sexual needs. I was having a real problem believing my wife was allowing this man to treat her that way. 

But what really upset me and set me off was how she wrote back to him. She pledged her undying love to him and wanted nothing more than to give him whatever he wanted or desired. She spoke on and on about how her body needed him and how she loved him and wanted to spend the rest of her life in whatever role she could as long as they could be lovers. She never once made any request for Frank to divorce his wife and marry her. Frank never mentioned that he would consider divorcing his wife and marry her.

I thought I had all the evidence I needed and was going through options as to how to deal with this when Terry asked me if I wanted him to search her hard drive for any deleted data that might be on it. He said there may not be anything there but it was worth the effort.

So one Saturday when my wife was off visiting her daughter at college Terry came over with some gear and he hacked back into her laptop. We sat at the kitchen table with a printer hooked up to her laptop so we could printout any relevant evidence. It took him just a matter of a few minutes and he was accessing deleted files. He created a separate folder and all the deleted data was deposited in there for me to review once Terry had left. Surprisingly it took about ninety minutes to get all the deleted data into the folder. Terry walked me through the steps that once I had printed everything out how to delete that folder and any trace that she had been hacked or deleted files had been accessed.

We popped open the folder once everything was downloaded just to make sure there was readable data there. I clicked on a jpeg file and the picture that opened was of my lovely wife being fucked by Frank doggy style on a hotel bed and her sucking off some fat slob.

Both Terry and I were stunned. We both sat there looking at the picture for at least a minute. As we both came to our senses Terry says that means there was a fourth person in that hotel room who took the picture. I shook my head. It was as if my heart had been yanked out of my chest. I couldn't breathe and I started to shake. Terry pushed away from the table and got me a scotch, straight up. He told me drink this it should calm me down. I closed the picture and in one gulp downed a healthy shot of scotch. 

There were probably 50 jpeg files that she had deleted and there were probably 35 mov. files as well. I sat staring at the screen and tried to fathom just what my wife thought she was doing with this man.

Terry patted me on the back and said how sorry he was. He started to pack up his stuff and I asked him to stay for a while. I really didn't want to be alone right at that moment. He pushed away from the table just as I clicked on the next jpeg file. This picture showed my wife naked, on her knees in front of a naked Frank sucking on his cock. She was looking right into the camera and she seemed to be enjoying what she was doing. Frank had his hand on the back of her head obviously pushing her down on his cock. The next picture she was bent over the desk in the hotel room and Frank was behind her with his cock buried in her cunt. The next picture showed her flat on her back on the bed, Frank between her legs fucking her and she is sucking on a guy who is kneeling right by her head. I clicked on all 50 some jpeg files and each one had my wife, Frank and at times another man involved in some sort of sexual activity.

Terry was sitting beside me and he was telling me to stop, don't go through this, you don't need to submit yourself to this humiliation. I looked at him and clicked on the first mov. file and as it loaded I told him that at this point there was nothing left to hurt.

This first video that loaded opened with my wife on her hands and knees and Frank behind her fucking her doggy style. It had sound. I could hear Frank telling her how good she felt. How tight her pussy was and how much he loved fucking her and sending her home to her pathetic husband with a cunt, ass and stomach full of his cum. The next video showed my naked wife kneeling on the floor of a hotel room with two men, one on either side of her fully dressed but with their cocks sticking out of their zippers. Frank must have been manning the camera as he began to instruct my wife to be a good whore and give the men that they paid for which was a blow job. The video ran about 15 minutes and it ended with both men grabbing my wife by the hair and blowing their loads all over her face, hair and breasts. I could hear all three of them laughing at her and she seemed so pleased with herself.

By nine pm Terry had left and he obviously looked ill from seeing how my wife had performed for this asshole Frank. I stayed at it till almost midnight and saw all 38 videos of my wife being the porn star extraordinaire. 

Frank made my wife do things that were beyond humiliating. I could not believe my wife would allow him to degrade her like this. She was made to fuck total strangers. Allow strangers to physically abuse her breasts, ass and pussy. I saw her throat fucked to the point she threw up multiple times trying to satisfy one sick guy's need to make her deep throat him.

I had ample opportunity to see Frank's cock in these videos. It was at least ten inches long and very thick. I had a hunch that might have been the first thing that attracted my wife to Frank when they first connected prior to us ever becoming involved. But now I was trying to understand what hold this asshole had over my wife that made her become a slut with no shame when he had her alone. But it was late and I was physically and mentally exhausted. I made copies of all the jpegs and mov files and then headed off to bed. I would cover my tracks in the morning before my wife returned from her visit to her daughter at college.

Morning came and now I had the proof; copies of e-mails, pictures, videos, and calendar date entries, expense account reports, phone numbers and text messages. My anger was white hot. I was beyond furious. Death was too easy an out for her and I was not going to sit in jail as a result of killing her, she wasn't worth it. But I needed to exact my revenge and make her and that asshole Frank pay.

Terry stopped by just after Noon to make sure I was OK. We grabbed some beers and headed out on my patio. He wanted to know what I had planned. I was still in doubt about how to exact my revenge. He asked if I was going to divorce her as a way of paying her back or was I going to give her yet another chance? I was convinced divorce was not enough punishment. It let her off the hook and then she was free to be with Frank anytime she could. I wanted to deny both of them the ability to ever be together again. 

I asked Terry was there a way for me to send an e-mail from her company e-mail account and she never know it went out? He said sure he could make it happen and wanted to know just what I was thinking of doing. I said I have an idea but it will need some refinement to make it work.

We finished our beers and went inside to catch the end of a football game on TV. My wife was due home around dinner and I needed to gather my thoughts and put on a game face when she walked in the door. Terry left around 3:30pm and I went and took another shower and changed into work clothes and headed out to mow the yard. Sitting on my rider mower would give me a chance to refine what I thought was the best way to pay them both back.

She came home just before six and I was just cleaning up the yard from my mowing. She got out of her car and came up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek saying she was so tired. She said trying to keep up with twenty year olds wears on a woman almost turning 50. With that she turned and went back to her car and pulled out her overnight bag and headed into the house.

It was then that the way to pay them both back became perfectly clear.

She was turning 50 in just under six weeks. Up until yesterday I had been planning on a very romantic birthday celebration. I could still use the cover of a romantic celebration but use it as a ruse to pull off the payback.

I began to plant seeds with her about celebrating her big day. I ran several different scenarios by her. She shot down any plan that had us going away for a weekend to celebrate. She said since it was so close to the holidays we were better off spending less money on that and save for presents at Christmas.

She was making it too easy to pull this off. My plan was simple. We would have dinner at a swank restaurant downtown and then after dinner have a nightcap at one of our favorite bars and then spend the night in a suite at the new hotel downtown. We both had enough reward points that the room would not cost us a penny. We had a gift certificate for the restaurant so again no money out of pocket and our only real expense would be the drinks we had as a nightcap. I already knew how she would handle avoiding sex with me that night she would drink too much wine and be too tired to make love and promise me we will do it in the morning. Little did she know that when that morning would roll around I wouldn't be worrying about holding her to her promise.

Terry stepped up big time in helping me pull off parts of my plan. I needed to hack her work e-mail account and her cell phone. I booked the hotel room and made sure that I would be able to enter the room prior to normal check-in. I made sure we had a great table at the restaurant and the bar tender at our favorite bar knew what I wanted in her drinks when we showed up for the nightcap.

All that was left to do was find three "friends", send an e-mail to her lover boy and on the day of our birthday celebration send a text to Frank with some specific details.

That Saturday rolled around and I was so primed to make this happen. I was up early and showered and out the door. I went to the florist and bought a big bouquet of her favorite flowers. I checked into the hotel and prepped the room for our arrival later that night. I made sure my three new "friends" were still on board with my plan. I arrived back home just after 2pm and found my wife dragging around the house. She started to complain she wasn't feeling good and maybe we should cancel tonight and do it another time. Nice to know I was prepared for her possible excuse to duck what had the makings for quite a romantic night. I intimated that part of the evening would involve some "friends" that wanted to just stop by and help her celebrate and it would be too late to call it off and ruin all their plans. I suggested she go take a nap and I would wake her in time for her to shower and dress so we could keep our dinner reservation. She readily agreed and went off to our bedroom. That gave me time to hack her cell phone and send a text to Frank with those specific details I knew he was just dying to learn.

Once I woke her and she was in the shower I laid out the clothes I wanted her to wear that night. I also told her I took the liberty of packing her overnight bag with several changes of clothes so she would have options for something to wear tomorrow when we returned home from the hotel. All that I was doing for her was not out of the ordinary for how I spoiled her. She never suspected a thing.

Finally she was dressed and out the door we went. Her birthday celebration was about to begin and my plan on revenge was on track.

At dinner I knew she was working on consuming more wine than usual but she was passing it off with the excuse it was her birthday and you don't turn 50 every day. We had a great dinner and the restaurant even provided us a birthday cake made of Tiramisu her favorite desert. Next stop was our favorite bar for the nightcap. She entered the bar and seemed to be looking to see who else was there. When we sat in a booth way in the back and out of site of most of the patrons she asked when our friends were going to arrive. I said be patient and just enjoy our time alone. We ordered our nightcap drink from the waitress and I saw the bar tender give me a nod as he filled our drink orders. I slid right up next to her and put my hand on her thigh and started to firmly work it up towards her pussy. If she was going to keep the tease going she would allow me total access to her pussy as we sat in the booth. She knew how worked up I got doing this so for me I was still staying in character.

It only took a few strokes of my fingers on her slit to feel the wetness build between her pussy lips. I made her squirm and we kissed and I played with her breasts and tweaked her nipples and we acted like two love starved lovers. Every now and then she would make the comment on how tired she was becoming and all the drinks and the great dinner were making her so sleepy. I said well then lets' finish our drinks and head to our hotel room before it gets too late. She protested that idea by saying how infrequently we get to go out alone and enjoy ourselves besides our friends haven't shown up. Again her logic was understandable and if I was not clued in to why I would have had no reason to doubt her pushing off going to the hotel.

I said I would agree to that on one condition, we have one more drink and then straight to the hotel that I wanted her somewhat awake as we make love to celebrate her turning 50. She kissed me and said it was a deal. My plan was working perfectly. We had one more drink and I paid the tab with a hefty tip for my bar tender friend and off we went the short distance to the hotel. She was somewhat surprised we didn't have to check in but I told her I made sure the room was perfect for our little celebration so I checked in earlier. 

We made it into the room and I made sure I did not pressure her by smothering her with kisses and pushing to get her right into bed so we could make love. There was another bouquet of flowers for her, a bottle of champagne and her favorite dark chocolate candies. I was unpacking my overnight bag when she came up and kissed me and thanked me for being so good to her and spoiling her rotten. I said let's get ready for bed, have a glass of champagne and see what happens.

She went into the bathroom and closed the door and changed into the nightgown I handed her. I was still dressed when she came out and climb into the bed. I popped open the champagne and filled the two flutes and brought them over to the bed. Handed her one flute and we clinked glass and took a sip. I kissed her on the cheek and told her that I had loved her since that day in New York City so many years ago. I sat there just looking at her but the images in my head were of her in other hotel rooms either on her hands and knees sucking Frank or some strangers off or her on her back getting pounded by some guy and Frank egging her on to fill her married cunt so she went home to her pathetic husband full of other men's cum.

I stood up and walked back to the desk and refilled my champagne glass. I turned to look at her and she asked if I was coming to bed soon as she was fading fast with the effects of this glass of champagne. I put my glass down and walked over to the foot of the bed looking down on her laying there propped up by pillows. I got on the bed and started crawling up towards her. I straddled her waist and leaned down to kiss her. She kissed me back and I made sure this kiss would last as I fished under the pillow on the right side for the restraint I had tied to the bed frame. As we kissed I moved my hand to her wrist and before she knew it I had the Velcro restraint around her wrist. As she tried to comprehend what I was doing I kissed her again and this time slipped the restraint around her right wrist. I broke off the kiss and she pulled on the restraints and started laughing. She was wondering if this is how I planned to make love to her as a way of celebrating her birthday. She said it was kinda kinky but she didn't think she would be much of a lover as all the wine and champagne had made her quite sleepy and maybe we could just kiss and cuddle and in the morning when we were both refreshed we could play like this.

I pushed my way off the bed and walked back over to the desk. I pulled a DVD out of my overnight bag and walked back to the flat screen TV. I used the remote and turned on the TV. She started laughing and asked if I was going to play some X-rated movie to get us in the mood. I looked back over my shoulder at her and smiled and said as a matter of fact it was an X-rated DVD and I bet you are just going to love watching all of it. I will even be a good boy and not even join you in bed as it plays. That way you can fall asleep and not have to worry that the DVD gets me so turned on I just have to fuck you and not let you get the rest you need.

I slipped the DVD into the player and hit the run button. I walked over to the desk and poured some more champagne in my flute. I turned to her and asked if she wanted me to top her glass off. The DVD was just starting to play and the first scene of the movie had yet to come on, just music was playing. She offered me her glass and I filled it right to the top. I turned my back to her and to the TV just as the first scene appeared. I heard her gasp and then cry out NO.

I still had my back to her and the TV. I knew what scene was first up for her viewing pleasure. It was the one of her on her knees naked between two strangers with their cocks pointing out of their zippers and you could hear Frank telling her to be a good whore and give the men what they paid for. I turned to look at her. Her face was white, the champagne glass had fallen from her hands and she was shaking and crying NO NO NO. I sat back in the chair by the desk and watched her face. She was paralyzed. Now she was just mouthing the word NO over and over again. I hit the pause button and got up from the chair and went and stood at the end of the bed and in front of the flat screen.

She looked at me and I could see tears forming in her eyes and running down her cheeks. The restraints worked great. She couldn't reach her eyes to wipe away the tears. She asked how did I find out and how long had I known? She said that she still loved me. That what she did with Frank meant nothing. It was just sex. I walked back over to my overnight bag and pulled out a stack of papers. Copies of e-mails she sent to Frank. I read the first one on top.




It Just Smells



"Frank, you have no idea how much it hurts me to be away from you. I hate going home and fighting him off every time he tries to fuck me. I can't wait for us to be back together so you can make love to me with that gorgeous cock of yours."

I dropped that one and then read the next one.

"Frank you make me feel so sexy when you get me alone and make love to me. And I know you must love me when you show me off to friends or find strangers and you let them enjoy me. I can't imagine being with anyone else like this."

I dropped that one and started on the third one. She stopped me before I even started on the first word.

"You still love me? You hate coming home to me? You can't wait to show Frank how much you love him by fucking complete strangers?"

I set the stack of e-mails down on the desk and turned back towards her. I knew there was no way she could explain her way out of this one or offer an excuse that I would consider plausible. She was beginning to cry now. Her shoulders were shaking her head was down and I could see big tears falling onto the bed sheet.

" I told you back in New York City over 13 years ago what would happen if you ever came anywhere close to him again. Well my dear, tonight you will pay for this and in ways even Frank never found to degrade you or humiliate you."

Just then there was a soft knock at the door. I checked my watch and said they were right on time. She asked who is right on time and I said the friends I promised that would help us celebrate. Of course I knew in her mind she thought they were our friends and this would be so humiliating and degrading for them to come in and see her this way and watch that awful DVD I had made of her nights of debauchery with Frank and his friends.

But I knew they were my new "friends". Men I recruited specifically to help me degrade and humiliate her as part of the payback for her betrayal.

I opened the door and greeted my new "friends".

"Come in we are just getting started and you are all right on time." 

They came into the bedroom part of the suite and saw her tied and sitting there. She gasped when she saw the three of them. Karl was the leader of the group. He was 6'5" 230 and all muscle. Barry was his cousin and like Karl was huge. 6'4" 250 and almost all muscle. But my personal favorite was Bryon. Byron was black. He was 6"3 210 and a former professional football player who looked like he could still play defensive back.

I introduced my lovely wife to our guests. I explained that they had answered a Craig's List post I put on several weeks ago and we had been meeting and talking about the best ways to help you turn 50 and also make you pay for betraying me. 

Karl walked over to her and grabbed her face under the chin and yanked her head to the side and then twisted it the other way. Then he reached down and grabbed the top of her nightgown and ripped it open. Her lovely 36c breasts spilled out for all of us to see.

Barry was the first to speak "those are so much better looking in person then what we saw on those DVD's."

Bryon chuckled "Man you ain't kidding we are gonna have some fun playing with those mounds."

She was terrified. She was backing into the pillows and pulling on the restraints. I walked behind Barry and Bryon and reached into my overnight bag and pulled out several gags. I handed them to Barry and said I was sure that they would find one that would keep her quiet while you spent some intimate time with her.

I walked over to the side of the bed and pushed Karl out of the way. I sat down next to her and she was shaking.

"What are they going to do to me?" she asked.

"I really don't know and I really don't care. I am sure they won't be doing anything to you that you haven't done willingly for Frank and his friends. I am going to leave you now for a few hours. Karl has assured me he will take very good care of you. They have you all to themselves for the next three hours before we move on to the next part of your all night birthday celebration. Who knew I would find just the perfect way to celebrate your 50th birthday?"

I stood up and reminded Karl they have three hours and I will be back for the next phase.

"Where are you going? You can't leave me alone like this; they are going to rape me."

"Rape you? Please don't insult my intelligence. What is about to happen to you is exactly what you deserved. You have this coming to you without any doubts on my part. Besides I have hours of tape with you performing as some cheap crack whore with over 75 different men. Trust me, you try screaming rape and everyone sees this DVD of you and how can they say these three fine gentlemen raped you. Hell my dear wife as far as the court will hear you demanded I provide them to help you celebrate this monumental birthday."

I grabbed the room key and wished the boys some fun and pleasure as I made for the door. She had started to scream but Barry had anticipated it and had a gag firmly planted in her mouth. It was a muffled cry I heard as the door closed behind me.

Terry met me down in the hotel bar. He had agreed to join me for a portion of the night just to keep me company and make sure I stayed rationale. We had a few drinks. I kept looking at my watch and counting the minutes my "friends" were alone with my wife. Karl had come recommended and I was told I could trust him and his boys. My wife would be sexually abused in the three hours they would be with her but she would have no visible marks and she would be alive when I returned. It would also be videotaped from several angles and I would get the master tape.

Terry just asked me once as we sipped our drinks if I was sure this was how I wanted to play this out. I just nodded yes. I had given this a lot of thought and analyzed what the results would be and whether those results gave me what I wanted. I always arrived at the same answer -- hell yes. It was almost midnight and time for me to return to the room and wait for the next phase to start. When I let myself in I could hear muffled grunts and a male voice calling her a worthless slut. 

When I turned the corner into the bedroom, Barry was behind her and fucking her ass while her face was buried in the crotch of Karl with his cock stuck all the way in her mouth and down her throat. Byron was sitting on the chair by the window sucking down a beer.

Barry looked over and said "just about finished boss a few more strokes and I am all cummed out."

Karl said he was waiting for Barry to cum before her made her suck him dry and clean his balls. I could hear Barry pick up the pace as he slammed repeatedly into her ass over and over. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back off of Karl's cock as he emptied another load in her ass. He held her tight until his cock popped out of her ass. Then he pushed her forward back to Karl's lap. He grabbed her hair on the back of the head; she was as limp as a rag doll. Karl stood up by the side of the bed and he flipped her over on her back and pulled her head to the edge of the bed as he forced his cock all the way into her mouth. He forcefully face-fucked her for a good two minutes then he just pushed his cock as deep as he could. I heard him grunt a few times and realized he was emptying his load down her throat. Some of his cum was running out the sides of her mouth around his shaft and dribbling on his ball sac.

He pulled out and she slowly rolled on her side coughing and spitting up globs of cum. Karl used a wash cloth he had on the night stand to wipe her face and clean her up.

I said it was time to get her ready for the next phase. Bryon walked over and grabbed her around the waist and threw her up against the headboard. He secured one wrist with the Velcro restraint and then the other. Barry walked over and slipped the ball gag into her mouth and fastened it behind her head. I was standing at the end of the bed and pulled her naked body by her ankles so she was lying flat on her back. 

The boys slipped their pants back on and we all grabbed fresh beers and waited for the knock on the door. Karl had been designated to answer this knock as I wanted our guest to be surprised and taken off guard. I reloaded the DVD and had it running but with the sound muted.

I looked over at the slut on the bed and she looked terrible. I had gotten my money's worth from Karl and his boys. She looked a mess. I was sure that the past three hours had to have been sexual hell for her and yet there was still more to come.

I was about half finished with my beer and my wife looked like she had drifted off to sleep when there was another soft knock on the door. We all looked at each other and nodded. Karl walked over to the door and Byron stood off to one side of the entrance hallway. Karl grabbed the door handle with his right hand and yanked the door open he stepped into the door way and grabbed the guest by his shirt front and yanked him off his feet and threw him into the entrance hallway where Byron was waiting to grab him and pull him to his feet. Then the two of them walked our guest into the bedroom. The commotion woke up my wife and she was looking at the doorway to the bedroom when our guest of honor was presented. 

Frank was beyond shocked. First he saw my wife and his slut naked and tied on the bed. Then he saw me and then the Flat Screen TV playing the DVD of his greatest sexual scenes with my wife. He started to back up out of the room but Karl and Byron pushed him back further into the room. I walked up to Frank and he looked so scared. 

Frank was only 5'8" maybe 160 pounds. I stood at 6'3" 230. I am sure he expected me to begin to beat the shit out of him. I took a sip of my beer and offered him something to drink. He just shook his head no.

I went back over to the desk and leaned my butt on it.

"Frank, you are probably wondering just what the hell is going on here? Am I right?"

Frank just nodded yes and was looking between my wife on the bed, me and the TV screen.

"Well Frank, I have to hand it to you. You have the patience of a saint. How many years did you just wait for the right opportunity to get that cock of yours back into my wife's cunt? What was it, 10 years 11 years? Wow Frank you are some kind of guy."

I pointed to the TV screen. 

"Frank you missed your calling with that cock and that imagination you should have turned pro and done actual porn videos. I mean some of the scenes I saw man you were rocking her world weren't you? Well enough with the compliments. Why are you here? Frank, it is very simple. I found out about all this. Now I had told my dear, sweet, lovely and oh so sexy wife that if she ever crossed paths with you again she could not imagine the punishment I would administer. Well tonight it was time to pay the piper. My friends here helped make her night one she won't ever forget. Now as to why you are here. Frank I am sure your wife has no idea just how much of a sexual deviant you are. So I wanted to make sure you heard it from me, she does now."

Frank looked at me and the expression on his face was as if I had kicked him in the nuts or the stomach. It was such a pained look. 

"Frank you caught a flight out of Denver around 1:00pm today is that about right? And then when your plane arrived you stopped off at the Holiday Inn Express down off of 10th street and had a friend of ours, Paula Ellis come join you for a few intimate hours so you old friends could get caught up. Paula still married Frank? Love to know the excuse she gave her husband to get away for that amount of time on a late Saturday afternoon? Am I right so far, Frank? Of course I am no need to answer as that was more of a rhetorical question."

Frank looked like he could use a drink and I know he needed to sit down as this was just too overwhelming for him to comprehend.

"Your wife dropped you off at the airport and she got home just about the time your plane took off for here. She was met at her home by a lawyer who delivered signed affidavits, a copy of this DVD that is playing, copies of e-mails between you and my wife, copies of text messages you traded, and those wonderful still pictures of you and my wife engaged in all kinds of sexual fun."

Frank stumbled back and Karl let him fall to the floor. He fainted. 

I told Karl to splash his face with cold water and get his ass up so we can finish this. Karl went into the bathroom and came out with the ice bucket full of cold water and dumped it on Frank's face. That woke him up and then Karl and Byron stood him up. He was shaking his head like he was trying to clear the cobwebs.

"Frank as of now you are a man without a wife, a home or money. I have it on good authority that your wife I mean your soon to be ex-wife has changed the locks. Your fancy luxury car sitting in that garage attached to the house she owns is now somewhere else and I guess you are without transportation too. And all those expensive suits, sport coats, slacks, Italian loafers, cashmere sweaters and everything that was in your spacious walk-in closet ended up at the local Goodwill. So you are without clothes too. Man Frank is there anything you have left you can call your own?"

I turned back to look at my wife who I had ignored the whole time I was dealing with Frank. Her eyes were wide open and she had that same pained look on her face that Frank had a minute ago.

"Frank I am a charitable kinda guy and I know that what lies ahead for you is nothing short of a living nightmare. So here is what I am gonna do for you. You get one more chance to be intimate with my wife and then you are free to go. Sound like a good idea?"

Frank looked at me like I had four heads. He could not comprehend what I had just said to him. That I was giving him one more chance to fuck my wife. 

"Frank I am serious. One more time to share that intimacy that only two people, cheating on their spouses, can enjoy."

I looked at Karl and nodded. Karl and Byron walked up to Frank and started to undress him. He tried to resist but Karl grabbed him by the back of the neck and lifted him off the ground. Frank was panicking and he knew that the boys were both serious about getting him naked.

It was a bit of a struggle but in the end they got Frank stripped down. Even Byron commented about the size of Frank's cock.

"Hell I got brothers would love to have that meat stick between their legs. Hell no wonder old Frank was banging your wife, hell he be banging anybodies wife they see that meat."

"Thanks Byron I appreciate the sympathy. Frank, it's show time. There she be all naked and ready. You got 15 minutes to fucking cum in her cunt. If you don't I have instructed the boys to help get the message across that you shouldn't fuck another man's wife. So make it happen or I turn the boys loose."

He walked over to her and climbed between her legs and with one hand tried to feed his very limp cock into her very well fucked cunt. 

"Come on Frank, time is a wasting. You can't be having performance anxiety? Not based on what I saw you do on all those tapes. Come on Frank show us all how you fuck another man's wife."

He started to move his hips and since he was so big it was easy to get enough into her cunt that by moving in and out he was getting hard. He tried to be gentle like he really cared and didn't want to hurt her but I grabbed a belt and wacked it across his ass and told him to pound her cunt like I saw him do dozens of time. Pretty soon he found his rythmm and started to pound her with just a few minutes to spare we could tell he was cumming in her. He held still for a minute and then pulled out of her and got off the bed. I could see right up her cunt crack and see his white cum dribbling out of her slit.

"Well Frank hate to see you fuck and run but time is a wasting. I still have more things planned here for my lovely wife and well you just don't figure into those plans. Sorry about your wife. I sure hope you can patch things up and stayed married." 

With that being said Karl and Byron grabbed Frank and carried him to the door and tossed his naked ass out into the hotel hallway, his clothes followed just a second or two later. I walked over to the side of the bed. Undid the ball gag and undid her wrist restraints.

I sat down as she rubbed her wrists and wiped her eyes.

"You probably think I was a little to hard on your lover boy, I mean involving his wife and all with this sordid mess but to tell you the truth, it sures feel good to me."

She tried to sit up but I could tell she was pretty sore and she was also lying in a very huge wet spot.

"I promised Karl and his boys that if things went well with Frank and I accomplished what I wanted with him then I would give them another hour or two alone with you before they left for the night."

The look on her face was worth every penny. She grabbed my arm.

"No please enough I learned my lesson I don't need any more of this I know I screwed up."

"Sweetie, this isn't about teaching you a lesson. Hell I don't care what you think. This night is all for me. You have no idea the pleasure I am deriving from letting this all play out. Now just be a good girl and let the boys have a few more hours with you and then we can call it a night."

As I stood up I saw Byron dropping his pants and walking towards the bed. I heard my wife begging him not to fuck her any more. I will never forget the sound of Byron's laugh at that moment.

I went down to the parking lot and got in my car and drove home. I showered and had a snack and then headed back to the hotel. When I got back two of the three boys were dressed and I heard the shower running in the bathroom. Byron appeared to be the last one to be getting dressed. My wife was face down on the bed passed out. Karl was tying his shoe and he stood up and walked over to me.

"She passed out about 45 minutes ago. We wore her out just like you asked. It maybe a day or two before she wakes up after this and god knows if she will be able to walk."

I shook his hand and thanked him for the effort. He nodded at his cousin and they headed for the door. With a wave they were gone. The shower had stopped and Byron came walking out drying off his body and slipping on his pants.

"Man I have to admire a guy like you. You put some thought into making her pay. Most white guys, they just kill the bitch or divorce her. Hell man working her over like this and what you did to old Frank man that was a piece of work. Whacha gonna do now with her?"

"I have more humiliation for her so don't you worry. My fun will continue."

Byron finished dressing came over and we slapped skin and he was gone. It was almost dawn and I sat in an overstuffed chair and drank some flat champagne. I sat for maybe a half-hour before I got up and packed my overnight bag. I made sure I left just a few item of my wife's in her overnight bag. I didn't want her overdressed when it came time for her to leave the hotel.

I was tired and hungry and needed my day to begin. I walked over to her and flipped her over on her back. I used the cold wash cloth on her face to wake her up. As she came to she looked at me.

"It's over. Everybody has left it is just you and me. Sweetie, you have no idea how you broke my heart. But it is all in the past now."

I took a one hundred dollar bill out of my pocket and I stuffed it in here soaking wet cunt. "That is a $100 bill, you have two choices. One you use the money to get a bus ticket out of town and I never see you again or you use the $100 to take a cab back to our place. If you walk in the door to my home you will understand that I am in charge and the life you led will be over and you will live it my way or else. Understand?"

She was crying and she nodded yes. I stood up grabbed my bag and walked out of the room and then out of the suite.

I stopped for breakfast and then headed home. It was going to be a glorious Sunday. A little after 2:00pm a cab pulled up in the driveway and my wife got out and carrying her overnight bag walked in the back door to my home.