3 comments/ 29921 views/ 3 favorites The Wages of Sin By: LeCoach Pam and Christina returned from the Brownies outing later that afternoon and weren't surprised to see Bob's car not in the garage. What her husband saw in this insane game of chasing a white ball around a field for several hours was a mystery to Pam. He seemed to enjoy it though, and she certainly didn't need him underfoot all day on a Saturday. Pam put the groceries in the cupboards and set about preparing dinner. She was cooking lasagna, Bob's favorite dish. It was a lot of time and trouble in the preparation but she really didn't mind. She'd even started a small herb garden in the back corner of the yard. With little Tina watching her favorite afternoon show on their new television set, Pam ran out to the garden to harvest some fresh basil for the lasagna. She picked out just the ripest leaves for there was way more than they would ever need. She'd considered tearing out a section of the lawn to grow a full vegetable garden but Bob nixed the idea. The lawn was his pride and joy. He was now pushing for one of those new gasoline powered lawn mowers since the grass grew so fast out here in California. Actually it grew fast because their automatic sprinklers watered them every day which Pam considered a waste but, she had to admit, the lawn was beautiful. Pam was finished picking the basil and preparing to head inside when she happened to look over the back fence. Something caught her eye. There...on the ground...by the orange tree. What was Bob's orange picker doing over in Stan and Lucy's yard? Several miles away, Bob McGregor was just leaving Griffith Park. Of course it was way too late to play golf, especially there where you couldn't even sneak in nine. Harding and Wilson were true 18 hole courses. Once you teed off on one, you never got anywhere near the clubhouse until the eighteenth hole. But Bob wanted his alibi to be pretty tight so he walked around and tried to mentally invent his afternoon. Not that Pam ever inquired about his golf Saturdays. As he made his way down Riverside Drive, Bob again recalled the events that had transpired earlier. "I've gotta go over there and...and..." Bob didn't really know what to think. He was now wondering just who Lucy's husband Stan really was? He seemed to recall having met him once very briefly, but he wasn't sure. Was he some kind of insane lunatic who would come after him with a meat cleaver if he found out what had happened? Did Lucy now think they were "Lovers" and would she interfere in his life, or worse yet, his marriage? All these things were preying on his mind as Bob turned onto Lankershim, taking his usual "Shortcut" home. All these things and one more: the cocklurching sensation of Lucy's soft warm mouth as she knelt there before him, sucking him off! The way she'd pulled down her panties...as if the sight of her splendid nudity would spur him on. Which it did! Bob's cock began to harden in his pants as he replayed the encounter in his mind. "I really have to stop this..." He wanted to talk to Lucy but he really wasn't sure what would happen if he went over there again. He turned onto Victory and followed it all the way to Reseda where he could cross the railroad tracks. "And no more of those screwdrivers!" He promised. "Boy! They pack a whollop!" Bob pulled his Desoto into the driveway and, leaving his clubs in the trunk like always, entered the house. Pam was still wondering why that contraption of Bob's was lying in their neighbor's yard but decided against asking him point blank about it. "It's probably nothing." She figured. "Hi honey!" He greeted his pretty brunette wife with a peck on the cheek. "Daddy!" Cried little Tina already running towards him at the sound of the front door. "Hey there Sugar! How was the Brownies meetin' today?" His sweet little daughter proceeded to regale him with all the amusing details of her day and Bob did the best he could to act interested. Tina finally went back to her TV show and Bob opened the ice box and took out a can of Rhinegold beer. He fished through the junk drawer until he found the opener. As he was puncturing the can Pam asked "So how was your golf game today Bob?" Pleased that he'd prepared his alibi so well, Bob launched into his "Day" complete with a typically frustrating final hole. "Who did you play with?" She said without looking at him. Bob was suddenly flustered. He hadn't even considered that question at all. He couldn't very well name any of him usual golf buddies because Pam knew them all. It could come back to haunt him. An awkward silence followed as Pam's question hung in the air until Bob managed to reply "Oh...just some guys I met at the course." He quickly tried to shift gears, returning to his "Round" that day but the damage was done. Pam made no further mention of it during dinner but, to her, Bob seemed awfully chatty. Something was up. Pam's intuitive nature was sure of it. It was the following Wednesday when Bob decided it was time to have a "Little Talk" with Lucy. Pam always picked up Tina from school on Wednesdays and met with some other young mothers for a children's play date. The prestigious aerospace company he worked for allowed their employees to more or less come and go as they pleased. Creative thinking and time clocks didn't mix was their general theory. So making a visit to his hot blooded neighbor wouldn't present a problem. He decided to call her first to make sure the coast was clear. Bob got Lucy's phone number from the operator and dialed his neighbor's number. "Hi Lucy...it's Bob...from next door...I mean, uh, behind...uh I mean..." "I know who this is!" She interrupted. "So, how's tricks Mr. Screwdriver?" She teased. "Heh heh!" Bob couldn't help but picture the sexy little blond, standing there in the kitchen, probably wearing those little shorts again, that teasing little tone in her voice. "Well...uh...actually Lucy I was hoping to get together for a...a little chat about...about the other day." "Gee, I was planning to go out for lunch Bob. There's a new restaurant on Ventura Blvd. I've been wanting to try." Bob thought for a moment. At a restaurant there was virtually no chance of any nosy neighbors seeing them together. And no chance they would end up in the sack. "Sounds good Lucy." He decided, "Where and when?" "How about 12:30?" She responded. "It's on Ventura near Laurel Canyon. The Tail of the Cock." It took a few seconds for the name to register. Then Bob slowly repeated: "Tail...of...the...cock?" They both dissolved into nervous laughter. "Oh there you go again Bob!" Lucy chided. "You just have such a dirty mind!" "Well that makes two of us Lucy!" Bob replied. He had to admit he liked her wild sense of humor. "OK then, twelve thirty...see you there." Bob easily drove from his Burbank office to the Studio City restaurant since there was very little midday traffic. "Gee this place looks kind of swanky." Bob noticed. He parked his Desoto and, just after entering the restaurant, spied Lucy waving from one of the plush red booths near the back of the dining room. Bob found himself wondering if Lucy often dined alone. Seemed a bit unusual to him but then she wasn't your usual suburban housewife. As he approached the table he was struck anew by her ravishing good looks. She was dressed smartly in a yellow polka dot dress with her short blond hair styled in a page boy. Her dazzling brown eyes flashed at him as he sat down in the booth. "Hi Lucy!" He greeted her with a smile. "Hi yourself!" She retorted. She gestured to the busy lunchtime crowd and shook her head. "Boy, the word gets out fast doesn't it?" Bob didn't particularly feel like engaging in chit chat but, since he was more or less committed to lunch here with Lucy anyway, he went ahead with the small talk, commenting on modern restaurants and people's changing eating habits. He gulped when he saw the prices on the menu. "Geez! Three bucks for a hamburger steak! And this is the lunch menu!" He thought to himself. "Lucy sure has a taste for the high life." Lucy managed to catch the attention of a waiter and called out "Two Screwdrivers please! Oh, and one Bloody Mary!" "Hittin' the sauce a little early aren't you Lucy? Three drinks?" "Oh, one of my girlfriends will be joining us for lunch today." Lucy commented as she opened the menu. "I think you'll like her." "Her?" Bob was already familiar with Lucy's quirky...Hell, Kinky ways! He wondered who would be meeting them for lunch. It would be difficult to say the least to discuss the lewd encounter that had taken place last Saturday. With a stranger sitting there it would be impossible. He figured he'd better get it over with before Lucy's friend arrived. "Listen Lucy...about the other day..." But Lucy wasn't paying attention. She was waving towards the door where a dazzling young brunette stood, her eyes searching the room. "Debbie! Debbie...over here!" Lucy motioned to her guest who finally saw the stylish blond and began to approach the table. "Hi honey!" Lucy greeted the young woman. "Here...sit down. Debbie, this is Bob. Bob...Debbie." Both parties looked a little chagrined as they exchanged "Howdja do's." Debbie was pleasant enough, but seemed to be shooting "What is This?" looks at Lucy who simply chatted on while perusing the menu. Bob quickly saw his plans for a heart to heart talk with his pretty blond neighbor going out the window. Several minutes went by with Lucy carrying the conversation while Debbie and Bob avoided each other's gaze the best they could. Bob eventually noticed the knockout movie star looks of the uncomfortable brunette who sat across from him. "Boy! Lucy can sure pick em!" He finally said to himself. "What a dish!" The cocktails arrived and the waiter placed icy screwdrivers in front of Lucy and Bob. As he served the Bloody Mary to Debbie she blurted out "Oh! No, none for me please!" Actually Bob had no plans to start up with the screwdrivers again either. He was supposed to be back at work, well, sometime this afternoon. "Oh Debbie don't be such a prude!" Lucy said pushing the drink towards her friend. "Let's live a little!" Reluctantly, Debbie grasped the cool drink. She stared at it as if uncertain where to go from here. Bob chuckled to himself as he watched Debbie's indecision. "She's in the same boat as me." He concluded. Lucy held her drink up as a toast and said "Cheers!" All three took a drink. Debbie's expression seemed to change after just one sip of the potent red drink. She settled back in the red naugahyde booth and took a deep breath. Bob's reaction was similar. He liked Screwdrivers because he couldn't taste the alcohol. But it was there and he felt it almost immediately. He quickly drank again, downing almost half of his drink. All three parties continued to sip their cocktails while studying the menu. Debbie was the first to finish her drink...and the waiter hadn't even made it back to take their food order. Her dark brown eye eyes were heavy lidded now and Bob noticed she appeared to be eyeing him. "So Bob..." She began, "Where do you know Lucy from?" "We're neighbors Debbie." He replied, drinking in the beautiful brunette's face as he smiled at her. "Yeah." Lucy interjected, "He helps me with my gardening and...and some other stuff too!" She said, almost giggling. "He's handy with a... screwdriver!" Bob was swallowing the last of his drink when she said it. Was she going to spill the beans? To this stranger? He sat there nervously...unable to think of something to say. Debbie also wondered what her friend had meant by that last comment. "Oh. Are you...are you helping Lucy out with some projects at home this afternoon?" She offered. Lucy set down her menu and looked across the table at Debbie. "No Debbie." She winked. "He wants to watch me lick your pussy!" "Lucy No! Debbie hissed in fury. "That's private!" Just at that moment the waiter arrived to take their lunch order. An extremely awkward silence settled over the table. "I'll try the Waldorf salad." Lucy addressed the waiter. She seemed unconcerned about the stunning announcement she'd just made moments before. Bob stared at her from across the booth. "What did she just say? Did Lucy just say what I think she said?" His mind whirling, Bob somehow managed to order a hamburger, medium well with french fries. Debbie sat quietly...eyes downcast. "I'm...I'm really not hungry." She finally spoke without lifting her head. "Nonsense!" Insisted Lucy. "She'll have the club sandwich and another round of these." She said gesturing to the cocktail glasses now sitting empty. When the waiter had left the table, Debbie turned to Lucy and said "Lucy I need to speak to you in private for a moment." "Oh Debbie please!" Lucy shot back. "Bob and I have no secrets. Besides, he's a very curious guy. I'm sure he'd get a kick out of watching while I..." "Please Lucy! That's enough! Debbie interrupted. The distraught young beauty was turning beet red from the uncomfortable position her friend had put her in. Bob was beginning to believe what Lucy had so indelicately announced could very well be true. Lucy was a wild one. He knew that from personal experience. Debbie, however, didn't seem to be "That Kind Of Girl." He studied the embarrassed young woman across the table who now seemed to be studying her Bloody Mary as a way of avoiding her fellow diner's eyes. She was naturally beautiful and, other than her red lipstick, she wore little makeup. Her stylish pink sweater had those pearl buttons and her ample breasts filled it out quite well. Her dark brown hair was parted on the side and cascaded down over the side of her face. She looked a lot like that hot young actress, Natalie Wood. To see Lucy lick Debbie's pussy would be a dream come true. "Nah! Never happen!" He decided. Lucy was nutty and all but Debbie would never engage in anything so kinky as that. "So...Bob..." Lucy turned to speak. "What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?" Suddenly, it was Bob's turn to squirm. He couldn't very well bring up the delicate subject of their encounter last Saturday in front of Debbie. Curious now, Debbie looked over at Bob who was downing his screwdriver in an attempt to kill time. He set down his glass and, as casually as possible said, "Oh...That can wait Lucy." He moved his eyes around the room, hoping to avoid hers. Lucy sipped her vodka beverage and, using the same casual tone asked "Was it something to do with all that sperm you made me swallow last Saturday?" The knowing smile she flashed at him quickly made him understand that she was holding all the cards now. "Honestly! You two!" Lucy shook her head. "All we've done is have a little fun and you act like we're all going to Hell or something! Debbie, if your husband is always traveling around the country on business, don't you think he has some fun himself while he's gone? So why make such a big deal out of it if you do likewise? He shouldn't be neglecting you honey. You have needs too!" She looked over at Bob and spoke. "And you, Bob. Your wife certainly keeps that house clean and I hear she's a terrific cook, but does she ever give you anything other than the good old 'In and Out?' Well, my husband travels all the time and I decided a long time ago he doesn't run my life and he isn't responsible for my happiness. I do what I please and so should you. Just then, the waiter arrived and set their lunch plates in front of them. Bob dug into his hamburger, his head still spinning from what had just transpired. He glanced over at Debbie and wasn't surprised to see her looking back. They both seemed to be under Lucy's power now. He really didn't know where his afternoon was heading but it sure wasn't where he'd intended when he entered the restaurant. Lucy ordered another round of drinks to which there wasn't even token resistance on the part of either of her intimidated dining companions. She then turned to Debbie and said "Now Debbie, remember me telling you that Bob is a curious guy? Well, believe me, he is! And I think he might be interested to know what color panties you're wearing today." Debbie almost choked on her bite of food. She looked across the table at Bob who was almost as surprised at Lucy's question as she was. Knowing she had to answer, she replied "White" in a quiet voice. "OK..white panties! I think Bob likes white panties don't you Bob?" Bob nodded his head, wondering what Lucy was up to now. "Would you like to see them Bob? Would you like to look at Debbie's white panties?" Bob was beginning to realize the role Lucy was expecting him to play in her friend's humiliation. He also felt he had no choice now but to reply. "Yes, I would Lucy." "Now, why don't you be a dear and go to the ladies room Debbie." Lucy's eyes were flashing now as she read the shocked expression on Debbie's face. "You can't very well take off your panties right here now, can you?" Afraid of what might happen if she refused, Debbie quickly slid across the naugahyde and made her way to the ladies room. Lucy took the opportunity to explain Debbie's situation to Bob. Apparently, her husband was in the movie business and doing quite well. But his work involved going on location for sometimes, months at a time. He was quite a bit older than Debbie and, in fact, she had once worked for him in a clerical position. Debbie had at first loved the life of luxury he'd introduced her to after his divorce was final and they were able to marry. But, over time, he seemed to lose interest in her, both socially and sexually to where Debbie now considered herself "Unattractive" to men. "Well she sure isn't 'Unattractive' to me!" He replied after hearing Lucy's explanation. They both saw Debbie reappear from the ladies room walking, a little tipsy, towards the table. She sat down and, before returning to her lunch, she pulled a wadded up bundle of white fabric from her clutch purse and handed it to Lucy. Bob was unabashedly staring now at the two ravishing women sitting across from him. She'd done it! She'd actually done it! "Oh Bob..." Lucy began, "You have a spot of ketchup on your lip!" She handed the "Napkin" to Bob who took Debbie's panties and pretended to wipe his face with the soft warm cloth. He then "Wiped his nose" using the opportunity to inhale Debbie's vaginal fragrance. Debbie watched closely as Bob enjoyed her panties. He then carefully folded them and put them in his slacks. His cock was hard at the thought of Debbie's pussy...now bare beneath her ruffled black skirt, and the scent of her fresh young cunt in his nostrils. By the time the check arrived, all three parties were ready for more fun and games. "Why don't we adjourn to your house Debbie?" Lucy suggested. "No one will bother us up there." Bob was judged to be the best able to drive and the three all piled into Debbie's cavernous Lincoln. Bob couldn't wait to drive the baby blue beauty. "Damn!" He thought. "What a car! All leather inside, radio and everything! This thing must have cost five thousand bucks! Her old man must be really doing well!" The Lincoln handled so smoothly it almost drove itself. Bob maneuvered the luxury sedan up Laurel Canyon's winding curves and made a right onto Mullholland drive. They drove a short distance further and then pulled up a long steep driveway which revealed a large, two story home accented with flagstone at the top. "Geez! What a pad!" Bob couldn't help but gush as he took in the view. They entire San Fernando Valley was laid out before them. "That's nothing!" Lucy responded. "You can see Catalina from the upstairs bedroom windows. When they heard Lucy mention the "Upstairs Bedroom," both Bob and Debbie realized that was where they were headed. They followed Lucy who seemed to know the layout well. She climbed the circular stairway with Debbie just behind her. Bob was ogling the jiggle of Debbie's unpantied butt...hoping, but still not quite believing, that he would soon be seeing her splendid body in the nude. The Wages of Sin, Revisited Pt. 01 Author's Foreword: I return to the people who DO NOT live next door in this story - although the climax of Part 1 actually did happen. And again, there are no hot scenes so please read someone else's submissions if that is your forte. Also thanks again for reading my short stories as I continue to teach myself how to write. ***** Prologue: Article in Harbison Community News: "April 18, 1982. Norman Rounder, an 11-year old star catcher for his peewee league, was hit beside the head with a bat in a freak accident. He was rushed to Greenway Hospital where the attending Physician told this reporter that he had suffered a mild concussion but should be back on the diamond in a few days." Ten days later their family physician said to his parents, "He has lost 85% of his hearing in the left ear. My guess is that its permanent, and my suggestion is that he quietly begin lip-reading training so that he will appear to be a normal boy when he becomes interested in girls and, later, when he pursues a career. The alternative is to fit him with a bulky hearing aid." Norman's Mom and Dad were the only two people who ever knew that he had mastered lip reading before he entered high school, where he ultimately was voted both , "'Most Likely to Succeed' and President of the student body." ***** Norman Rounder and his wife of 10 years, Jill, were dressed to the nines for this gala Christmas Party for local resident alumni of BBA in New York. Snow was blowing outside and the hall was chilly for this annual shindig of 2003, as icy wind found its way into the hall. Fraternity and sorority members of ten years ago grouped together mostly after milling around and chatting with old classmates. The Rounders were talking to Jill's very close friend through the years, and former sorority sister, Susan. Jill asked her husband, "Darling, will you go back to coat check and get my shawl because I am freezing?" "Sure, Dear. I will be back shortly." Norman's return interrupted their intense low-level conversation and he said, "Here you are dear. I am going to find some Frat brothers to chat with." Neither woman paid any further attention to Norman while deep in their conversation. But he only went to a dark spot a few feet away and turned around to face his wife. He was beside two strangers who ignored Norman. He could see clearly his wife's face. Reading her lips he was shocked and dazed at what she had just said to her Sorority Sister, "Helen, don't tell me you have two men on the string and manage to keep it secret from your husband! Tell me how." After a pause to listen to her companion whose back was to Norman, Jill continued, "What a clever idea for keeping Jeff from knowing. My pastor and I get it on about twice a month if we are lucky. And he is a hunk. I will tell you something funny that you will appreciate. Both my Hunk and I are non-believers, but I force Norman to go to church with me because I want to see my lover. Norman thinks we are there to worship. And, I am quite sure the whole topic of the Deity is nonsense in my Norman's private mind." Both ladies laughed big over her expose statement. After another pause, Jill said to Helen, "Oh. I am very active in our church and I am even a Deacon. Hey, look at me I am a pillar of the community as well. Norman was recently promoted National Sales manager of his company at 31 years old. He has worked and traveled 20-hour days to get where he is. I am so proud of him. But that imposes some community obligations on me, as you might imagine. And that reminds me; I have spotted another Hunk in one of the non-profits I work with. Hmm. I just might get invited to his bed using your technique. Thanks for the tip." Norman was shocked and sick to his stomach so he went to the men's room and sat in a stall to figure out what to do with this new information. He knew she had been cool to him and their two children, 6 and 8 years old, for the past year, but he honestly had thought that it was because she was so busy with her church and non-profit activities. He reasoned that since she hadn't worked in five years and surely had to be busy doing something, she must be busy with her volunteer work. After all, they had a daily Nanny to take care of the children. He sketched a preliminary plan in his mind, washed his face, and bought a stiff drink from the cash bar. He spotted a group of his Frat brothers chatting, and he walked up to them. One guy called out, "Hey a celebrity has joined us. I saw your picture in business pages, Mr. Rounder, stating that you had gotten a big promotion. Congratulations!" There were several handshakes and pats on the back as the chatter went on and on until Jill found him to say it was time to go home. "Jill, if you will hold on just a moment because I want to ask John Massey a question?" He went to the tutor who literally pulled him through engineering school. He was very close to John Massey ten years ago who had been the student everyone affectionately called the' Wizard.' He whispered to John aside from the group, "I would like to buy you dinner soon if you allow me to pick your brain? Say meet me at the Starbucks near West Park at a time of your choosing," as he pressed his business card into John's hand? John stated a good time and both men shook hands and said good night. He then rejoined his wife and they walked out side by side. Norman Rounder sat at a Starbucks table awaiting the college friend. John Massey had been the engineering Frat Brother that had pulled all the struggling engineering students through the tough courses. Basically a third of the members were in John's debt for not being washed out of engineering school. This was especially true of Norman who was, as John Massey once said, 'Engineering Challenged.' Massey came in about five minutes or so late, got his decaf and sat down beside Norman. He said, "Greetings again, Norman. I cannot believe you want to talk about partial differential equations again, did you? Heh heh" Norman chuckled, "No. Well back at BBA I didn't think I would graduate until you spent all night reviewing previous final exam questions with me. And I never forgot your kindness." John said, "I remember that. I also remember you paid me well." "Yes, I had forgotten. But a miracle occurred. I passed the test and the course with a solid C, graduated, got a job designing circuits. But soon I really learned the extent of what I didn't know - i.e., I couldn't design. So they put me into technical sales trainee position and I have done well for the past 9 years, as you know." "I am very happy for you." "I asked you to come because I need more tutoring about something unrelated to engineering. I was drinking enough Saturday night to imagine that you might be generous enough to 'tutor' me on some life's lessons ten years later for the price of the best steak dinner you ever had." "Well, Norman, you gave engineering school the proverbial 'college try 'and succeeded to some extent in spite of your right brain orientation. Let's hear your problem as I am currently alone and have lots of time." Norman felt much better already and smiling asked, "Since you are still a steak and potatoes and salad bar man, let's go to my country club then." After both were stuffed and enjoying a coffee liqueur in a nearly empty dining room of the Northside Country Club restaurant, Norman said, "My wife is having an affair - I only found out at the party Saturday night." John thought for a moment and said, "I am not surprised, Norman. She showed scant interest in you at the party. Beautiful still, as she was for sure in college, but she was a party girl and you knew that before you married her - and it wasn't a shotgun wedding either! Sometimes that kind doesn't ever stop being that kind. And she, being a Number Ten, was always in the crosshairs of the popular Loverboys on campus. Couple that with the modern psychosis many have of only hitting on married women, they really must hit on her now, I suppose." He replied, "Yeah. You have her pegged exactly right." John asked, "Are you sure about the cheating, though?" Norman replied, "Yeah. I was near and stood silently with two guys arguing politics faking participation, while she and a sorority sister talked about the 'men they have on a string.'" "I am very sorry. You are such a hard working, super guy!" "John, I read people well - which has made my career blossom and once netted me Jill when the competition for her was keen; plus I have used that same skill in my sales career," as Norman pointed to his custom-made suit and waved his arms to indicate they were in the plushest country club in the city. " John said, "Of course. Nothing speaks as loudly as the public record. And your dilemma is?" "I don't know how to tackle a problem like this - just like the advanced circuits final exam all over. My thinking is that John Massey has been divorced twice in 10 years since college, he can help me solve a problem like this; hence, I asked you to be my guest for dinner." "Actually, Norman, it was three wives in 10 years although one didn't last long enough to count. Heh heh But I can tell you what not to do and what end goal you might consider pursuing visa vie your party girl wife. Interested?" Seeing Norman's approval, John said, "My first advice is don't seek revenge because nature provides that. The most important reason for that contrary advice is that in the long run you not only don't get your wife's love back, you embitter your children, not to mention yourself." "W...wait, John, does the correspondent walk away free and she gets to continue to spend my money freely?" "To a certain extent, yes. That is the way society is organized, Norman. Get over it!" The second piece of advice is don't look at divorce through your eyes. Rather, look at it as an honest judge looks at it - i.e., what is in the best interest of your children? And yes some attorneys are better at telling the judge what to think than others." "Finally, the best divorce scenario is don't file. Rather, engineer a scenario where she asks you for a divorce - i.e., she files after you have prepared, and not you. And take your time. In the mean time, poke her from time to time the way several Frat brothers did when she was a co-ed. Just think of each lovemaking session as just a wet fuck: and be damn sure you don't accidentally satisfy her sexually while you execute your plan." An idea plopped into Norman's mind as he asked, "You are saying a proper divorce will take months?" "Yes. Months of secrecy while you grow close to your children and gradually move assets off shore or otherwise secure them. In the meantime, you're still the smiling, inadequate husband while her real thrill continues to be the man or men she has on a string - you know it and she knows it so B-F-D. It's important that she not find out that you know it, however." Both relaxed and started sipping a fresh drink because the unspoken result was that John had given him all the advice he intended to give. So in a lighter mode, Norman asked him, "Mind telling me what kind of sex life you have now after three marriages?" "Oh. I don't mind. I buy it when I need it from one of two fuck buddies." "You mean 'buy' as in paying cash?" "No, no, no. There is dinner, a show and dancing, and presents and at the end of the day I have bought her. Then every time we get it on, I only need to make damn sure I satisfy me. That way, she has no complaints and awaits my next phone call." "You are amazing. John Massey! For a Wizard like you though, what's in that kind of life for your soul when the long span of time is considered?" John displayed an obvious look of disappointment and said, "Not a thing, Norman, but someday a princess will come and we will click. I keep looking." " But, the kind of sex life you enjoy now might be a good future start for me, come to think of it." They finished their drink and chatted some more small talk and then said goodbye. The next morning Norman visited his successful real estate investor, Dad, and his Mom who were in their early 50s. After he told them of his experience at the party last Saturday night and his planned divorce, he asked, "Do you mind if I open a couple of off shore accounts in your two names and quietly move some assets over there during the next few months?" His Mom asked, "Offshore, as invisible to the IRS?" "Yes. Its not illegal. My divorce just may become bitter and expensive, so I want to reduce my on-book assets gradually, fall behind on my mortgage, and present a picture to my wife and friends that I am barely surviving in this new manager position. At that time my guess is that Jill will ask for a divorce." "Good luck, son. Just don't run afoul of the law." It was July of 2004, seven months later, when Jill and Susan had met for lunch to exchange gossip. After they talked about home life and trivia, Susan said, "You know, Jill, I think Jeff has figured out that I am balling at least one man and doesn't seem to mind. Hell, I don't even clean up anymore when one of my toys get off of me." Jill replied, "I never thought of Jeff as a Pervert. Be that as it may, Norman has changed somehow. For example, many days he flies out early in the morning and comes back late at night rather than the next day. The mornings when he is not flying he is up early playing with the children at least an hour before the Nanny comes. I saw a late notice on our house payment and his explanation was that he was spending money he couldn't voucher competing with a newcomer in our industry but that he was driven to maintain market share so he had to spend some money until the budget is adjusted by corporate at which time he will get it back. Worse, we only go to the country club on rare occasions and he has lost all interest in golf." Susan replied, "That just sounds like the stresses of business to me, Jill. How is your love life, both and at home and otherwise?" "You are right, Susan, it's just business. Love Life? Norman is never forward about sex anymore the way he use to be. If I grab his cock he will first put on a condom and then get on top and stick it in. Less than 3 minutes later he is finished. Its almost as if he wants to fuck in a hurry before he gets soft." "Does he know about the Reverend?" "No! Only three people know about that, so he couldn't possibly. Speaking of my Hunk, the church secretary now senses that something is wrong, I think. But she is off work today and I will visit him later on. We meet now once a month, at most, as he is really, really secrecy conscious now. The best other news is that last week was my second feast on the new hunk's cock - he is the one who runs the non-profit I told you about at the Christmas party. He has enlarged my pussy and Norman just may have picked up on that, though I don't think so." "How do you manage that, Jill?" "It's a variation on what you said you did. I sign in over at his office and then we two call on possible corporate donors asking them for donations. We make a diversion to his bed - he lives alone in a downtown loft - and have a really wild experience. We then continue our funds solicitation calls. I could really get use to this but I know I am not exclusive, and that bothers me because I don't know if or when he will be in the mood for me again." Susan replied, "Jill, out here in our real world damn few of us are exclusive to someone anymore." At this point Jill was both disturbed and bored on hearing that. She manufactured an excuse to cut their usual two-hour lunch short. The two ladies chatted uncomfortably as they walked towards the parking lot. Meanwhile in Philadelphia at that very moment, Norman Rounder and his local salesman had closed on a major order and both felt very good. Norman said, "Drop me off at the airport will you. I brought my bag so I can get home a day early." At home the Nanny met him at the door as the two children rushed toward him screaming, "Daddy's Home!" The Nanny said, "I am still here because Mrs. Rounder called and apologized for being late but that she was stuck in traffic." Norman smiled and told her, "Sorry to hold you up. But I will pay you double time for the two hours. The children and I will take you home so you don't have to wait for the bus." After the three returned home a half hour later, he played with his children for an hour. After he made them dinner, he left them watching Kid's TV. Norman went into his office to compose a letter. After typing in the addressee and the salutation, the letter said: "I have proof that you, Dear Pastor, and fellow Parishioner, Mrs. Jill Rounder, are having carnal relations in your parsonage. Obviously you two love each other or else you wouldn't do that. As one of God's humble servants I insist that you two announce this to the congregation Sunday along with what you two plan to do about it. Otherwise, I will print photo flyers, displaying your adulterous behavior for distribution in the church parking lot. Yours in the work of The Lord, A concerned Parishioner. " Norman carefully penciled in the Pastor's name and marked the envelope "Personal and Confidential." He then put the sealed envelope in his brief case. At that moment he heard the garage door going up, and so walked downstairs to meet his wife at the kitchen garage door. She was not there but presently came out of the pantry room carrying an empty plastic bag. She immediately started chattering, "I am so sorry I am late. Bad accident..." Smiling, Norman said to himself, ["Lets see. She expected me tomorrow but here I am early. Obviously she has nothing on but her summer dress and has just deposited her soiled underwear into the washing machine. And damn! She even smells like sex. Keep your cool, Norman, and greet her like you mean it even now when she is lying."] "Hello Dear. Oh being late is O.K., Jill, as the children and I took their Nanny home and visited. I hope you are glad to see me home early?" "Oh but I am, Darling. But I am hot and sweaty and probably smell like a horse - it's a very hot July, you know. So I need to hit the shower before you touch me." Norman said to himself, ["'Horse is not the word, Bitch!] and smiling, said to his wife, "Good idea. I will have dinner on the table by the time you are finished." In bed later, Jill kept expecting her husband to reach out and touch her but, as usual, he proceeded to face away from her and went to sleep. Her circling thoughts had become torrents in her mind and she never slept at all that night. The next day, Saturday, Norman was driving home and made a detour to their church. It was locked up. So he pulled up to the Parsonage behind the church to find that the Pastor's car was gone and his mailbox had mail in it. He got out of the car and knocked on the door as anyone would expect him to do, and of course there was no answer. Norman, then slid the envelope he had prepared the day before under the door and drove off. At the family dinner later the kids talked about their day at summer camp, while their Mom and Dad were mostly silent. But finally the TV time was over and it was bedtime. Their Daddy sat on the floor while both children read to him. He then kissed each goodnight and left the children's section of his upstairs. When Jill saw him walking downstairs, she said, "Mrs. Gillicuddy from the church - Remember I told you about her losing her husband recently - is having a nervous breakdown. Our pastor asked me if I could go over and comfort her." She showed Norman the Pastor's text message to her indifferent husband and asked, "Do you mind? I shouldn't be too long?" "Of course not, dear, take your time. I will try to find a good movie and relax after a tough week. Pass on my regards to the dear lady." Norman picked out a lengthy fantasy shootem-up movie and started playing it in the den. He then went into his office. There he made some off shore gold purchases for both his Mom and Dad's account and reviewed his assets. He said to himself, ["I am ready for what comes']. He went back to the Den, muted the sound on his TV and opened his eBook reader to where he had left off and chilled out while reading. The Wages of Sin, Revisited Pt. 01 Jill sped directly to the Parsonage where her pastor, Dave, was waiting for her at his door. After the door was closed behind her, the pastor said, "You BITCH! You have been mouthing off to someone about us. Why would you do such an irresponsible thing? That jeopardizes my position, your marriage, and your working for the non-profits. Jill, you are not that stupid, why did you do it?" Shocked and red faced and angry Jill screamed, "I have done no such thing..." and then she remembered doing so to her best friend, Helen, and continued, "Oh no! This can not be happening." Both were shaking at this time, and the Pastor showed her the anonymous letter and threat. For the first time in her life, Jill felt like a piece of shit and said out loud, "What have I done to my children, myself and my dear husband? Oh No. I want to die." "Jill, just Chill out. If you go home and confess everything, you are finished and I am finished. We both know Norman is a no nonsense businessman who works very hard and he has the means to paint you in court as a 7th Avenue whore. But there is a way out of this, I think. " "W..what are you saying, Dave?" " I think the message is real and that a snooper has seen us and even photographed us. I noticed that I had left a window unlocked in my forgetfulness. But I cannot do anything about that now. But, suppose that in the Sunday sermon I confess to being deeply in love with you and you with me. I further announce that you and Norman are in the process of a no fault, no contest divorce in support of our love?" "If you don't shut up, Dave, I will throw up on your carpet. You and me married?" "Don't jump to conclusions! We could take our time about when we actually got married after your divorce was final. But of course, that presumes that Norman will give you a divorce like that." "Dave, Norman would give me a divorce pronto if I were to ask. The children are very attached to their Dad and he will probably go along with joint custody. His father's company holds the mortgage on our house and we are already two payments behind, so I would have to move out - I am sure my Mother would allow us to move back in with her for a while. Dave, I am going crazy. Why did we get involved with each other?" "Sometimes we are all weak and succumb to temptation. This is a disaster for me, in that my career in the Ministry is over and I am wholly unqualified to do anything else." "You haven't considered my plight, you Bastard! I haven't worked in 5 years and all that I can do is work for low wages for a non-profit. Just how stupid can one woman be?" The Pastor said, "Well it's getting late. How about going home and having that chat with Norman?" Jill sat still alternately crying and moaning but finally said, "Dave, I think you are right. I see no other way. Any other choice I make will only pain my children more." Jill stood up and walked to the door while Dave sat frozen in his chair." Driving home late, Jill called Helen's home phone. The husband answered, "Hello." "Jeff, its Jill. May I speak to Helen its very important. " "She is asleep, Jill. She went to bed exhausted after what must have been one hell of a day. Can this wait until in the morning?" "Jeff, its vital. Please wake her." In a moment a sleepy voice said, "What is going on, Jill?" "Helen, have you told anyone about my balling my Pastor since I first told you at the December party?" She yawned and thought for a minute and said, "Yeah. I told Jeff and another couple with whom we were partying and tipsy one night. I told it as a very funny joke and we all died laughing since you said neither of you are believers." Outraged, Jill broke the circuit. But then Helen called right back, and said, "What the hell, girlfriend, can't all of us have a laugh? Those people don't know you." "Helen please don't call me again." Jill broke the circuit again. At home Norman looked at this watch when he heard the garage door going up, and then turned the volume of the movie up loud. When Jill walked into the Den, a major battle between a space ship and aliens was taking place on screen with crashing drums and cymbals working overtime in the movie's orchestra pit. At this point his dear wife walked in and sat down beside Norman, and said, "Can we talk?" The husband muted the sound and looked at his unkempt wife and asked, "How is Mrs. Gillicuddy doing?" Finally Jill spoke. "Please stop it. Norman would you give me a divorce?" "Are you serious?" "Yes, Norman, I am serious." Her husband with a painted face of anxiety asked, "What terms of a divorce did you have in mind?" Jill said, "I would prefer a no contest, joint custody of the children, even split of our assets type divorce. Lets present a friendship front to the children and to the community." "Jill, I want you to pursue whatever it is that you want out of life. I have sensed for the past year that you have not been happy with me, so sure. I will agree to a divorce as you have stated. I can hire the Nanny to move into here with the children. They love her and she is trustworthy. What about you? Where do you plan to live?" "I will move in with Mom as she needs my help more than ever now since her operation. I will set up a room for the children when they are visiting me." "That will work, I think. Jill, why don't you go to bed and I will sleep in the guest bedroom tonight and lets both think about this to be sure? I am sorry I have been unable to make you happy lately, but the first 7 years of our marriage were wonderful. That is what I will remember." Jill shook violently but finally forced herself up the stairs as Norman started the movie again. She kissed both of her boys in their sleep and had to leave the room when she broke out crying loudly. She texted the Pastor, "Norman agreed to a simple divorce." She finally lay in bed and counted teardrops and sheep all the sleepless night. The next morning was Sunday and everyone dressed for church. The kids talked incessantly during the drive. The two adults were mostly silent. Walking from the church parking lot the couple greeted several people that they knew and displayed a painted smile to those they met. The children soon joined with chums and left for the youth organization meetings that were held in the church basement. The Rounders sat near a first row Pew and then moved forward onto the padded Kneeler board and then sat back down, as was their normal practice. After the choir singing, announcements, and other routines were over, the Pastor approached the ornate pulpit. He said solemnly, "Welcome to God's house. I have an announcement to make. As you all know I am unmarried and have been blessed with some wonderful introductions to ladies that many of you have provided. For that I thank you, again. But I have found a lady who I have asked to marry me and she has agreed to be my wife. It happens that she and her husband are in the process of getting a divorce as I speak. There is no animosity between the three of us. In fact Jill and Norman are here together this morning, and many of you know them. They are Jill Rounder and her husband, Norman. Say hello to Jill who will stand beside me after the service is over. And now for today's sermon..." There was a collective gasp in the audience and chatter amongst the congregation for a moment. A dozen or so people stood and left the church. The pastor continued his sermon and shortly the congregation quieted down ostensibly to listen. Afterwards the members filed out the door shaking the Pastor's and Jill Rounder's hand. Norman stood at some distance chatting to a buddy he once played a lot of golf with and said, "I think I have time to meet with you guys for a foursome next Saturday if I can barge in again?" "Sure, glad to see you back on the green." The End Epilogue: Jill and Norman went to an attorney together and spelled out divorce terms as planned. It was sharing of the asset book values equally; dual custody of the children, and Norman would continue to live with the children in his father's house. They both signed the boilerplate forms. Norman helped Jill move into her Mom's house and the Nanny jumped at a chance to move into Norman's house to be a live in Nanny to his children and otherwise run his fine house. Jill reluctantly took a job with a large non-profit that paid a good base salary. Her new Hunk had greased the skids for her to get this somewhat lucrative job as a fundraiser. In the course of interacting with managers of corporate committees, Trust Funds and government agencies for the solicitation of funds, a whole new world of available men was opened up to her. She became so busy until in a few months she drifted away from her children. Norman found himself head over heals working. Business was good. In time he fell in love with a prospective customer while business was growing. ***** Author's Note: Norman's future will be the theme of Part 2. The Wages of Sin They entered the bedroom and moved to the windows where they took in the promised view all the way to tomorrow: The sunny Pacific ocean with the gleaming jewel of Catalina Island clearly visible in the distance. Bob moved up behind his two female companions and, emboldened by the earlier cocktails, placed one arm around each woman's waist. "Well," Lucy noted, "I see someone's ready to get started. Kind of hot for that sweater isn't it Deb?" Lucy taunted as she began to undo the pearl buttons one at a time. Debbie was unceremoniously drunk at this point and offered no resistance, teetering on her heals against the bed. Button by button, her white brassiere was revealed. "You really don't need to wear a bra honey..." Lucy just reached back and undid the clasp, allowing Debbie's full breasts to tumble free. She then finished removing the young housewife's pink sweater and, finally pulled the bra from her shoulders revealing her proud breasts for all to see. Debbie self consciously tried to cover her nipples but Lucy was having none of that. "Just because Barry isn't interested anymore doesn't mean nobody is Debbie!" Debbie looked nervously at Bob who was devouring the sight of her Beautifully pale breasts. Debbie's nipples were almost like individual tits themselves rising almost an inch and a half above her fleshy mounds. They were a delicate pink color and Lucy began to massage them almost immediately after pushing Debbie to a sitting position on the bed. "Oh, they're getting all hard Debbie..." She cooed. "Would you like me so suck on them like last time?" She didn't give the subservient brunette a real chance to answer and, instead moved to Debbie's left nipple and gently took it into her mouth. With Bob looking on keenly, she began to pleasure her friend who helplessly closed her eyes and began to enjoy the sensations Lucy's lips were bringing her. Lucy's lipstick left telltale red tracks on Debbie's nipples as she alternated from side to side, subtly applying pressure to force her onto her back on the bed. Lucy moved up to kiss Debbie full on the lips and Bob was surprised to see how eagerly Debbie responded, encircling Lucy with her bare arms and pulling her even closer. The two women began to french furiously as Bob noticed Debbie beginning to twist her legs together sensuously on the bed. Finally Lucy turned and looked up at Bob. "Isn't she something Bob?" She needlessly asked. Even lying flat on her back, Debbie's magnificent tits refused to sag to the side, remaining prominently upright with her glorious nipples pointing towards the ceiling. "He likes your body Debbie..." Lucy addressed her lover. "But, like I said, he's a curious guy. I'm sure he wants to see your pussy. Don't you Bob? Wouldn't you like to see all of Debbie's body? Her hairy little cunt and the sweet pink lips?" Bob nodded in agreement, anxious to see what would happen next. "So, if you'd really like me to lick your little pussy, I think you should show it to our friend here. I know he's curious." She eyed Bob with a knowing smile. "Does he have to watch Lucy?" Debbie seemed suddenly reluctant to allow a man she'd virtually just met to watch this intimate encounter. Lucy eyed her young female friend. "That's why he's here Debbie." She coldly answered. "And don't tell me your little pussy isn't getting wet at the idea of him...watching." Knowing she had no choice, Debbie reached for the hem of her ruffled black skirt. She began to slowly raise it, exposing her knees...then her thighs...then the dark colored tops of her nylon stockings and finally, the creamy white skin that spilled out above them. Her garter belts pointed the way as Debbie continued to raise her skirt, allowing Bob and Lucy to see more and more of her shapely young thighs until, finally, her skirt was poised just below her vagina. Bob found himself wildly excited at the prospect of what he was about to see. He was half expecting to see Debbie's panties before realizing he still had them in his pocket. Debbie was afraid to look at Bob but, knowing he was watching, she pulled her skirt up even further exposing her hair covered pussy to him. Even with her legs modestly together, Bob could make out the little cleft of her sex among the curls of her dark brown pussy hair. "That's very nice Debbie." Lucy teased, But Bob is...really curious and I know he'd like to see more." Understanding what Lucy wanted, Debbie began to separate her thighs to bring the fleshy pink lips of her pussy into view. "C'mon now Debbie," Lucy insisted. "He wants to see everything you've got!" Lucy used her fingers to push Debbie's legs even further apart until Bob could see a glistening line of moisture appearing at the center of Debbie's vertical division. "See that Bob?" Lucy asked him. "She likes to show off her cunt! Is it exciting to you Bob? Is your cock hard?" With Debbie now looking to see and hear Bob's response, Bob simply answered, "Yeah, it is Lucy." "Can Debbie see Bob? Can Debbie see how excited you are to see her naked body?" Bob was beyond modesty and just unzipped his slacks and, reaching in for a second, fished out his stiff penis. "See that Deb? You can't be too ugly or he wouldn't be all randy and ready to fuck!" Debbie drank in the sight of Bob's thick cock standing upright as it stuck out of his pants. She began to raise her knees and then let them fall loosely apart. Bob could easily see desire in her excited face as she saw how her lewd display had affected him. She then looked up at Lucy and spoke quietly: "Please Lucy...I've let him see..could you...could you please..." "Oh my, my Debbie!" Lucy smiled. "And here I thought it would take some coercion to get you to go through with this! OK well, Bob, could you help me out of my clothes?" Bob helped unbutton Lucy's yellow polka dot dress and then slipped it off her shoulders until it lay puddled up on the floor. He then unsnapped Lucy's bra and removed it as well. Clad only in lacy flowered panties, Lucy returned her attention to Debbie who had remained spread open on the bed while her older friend disrobed. Bob removed his shoes and dropped his pants and shorts hopefully as he watched the two women embrace on the bed. "Now...what was it you were about to ask me to do Debbie? I don't seem to recall..." "Oh lick my pussy Lucy!" She gasped in defeat. "Oh please lick it all over!" A self satisfied smile crept over Lucy's face as she lowered herself between Debbie's exposed and widespread thighs. Bob's cock jerked as he saw how well Lucy's ass cheeks filled out her little panties. And those fleshy pussylips were again clearly outlined between her legs. The pretty short haired blond leaned forward and tentatively began to swipe her tongue up on either side of Debbie's impatiently waiting vagina. She concentrated on the area where Debbie's sensitive flesh turned from white to the rosier pink color of her naked pussy. Unable to help himself, Bob began to lightly finger his cock as he took in the incredible sight unfolding before him. He was also waiting for Lucy to just go ahead and stick her tongue right up into the desperate little furrow of Debbie's pussy. But Lucy was in no hurry. She looked back at Bob from time to time to make sure he was watching. After her initial reluctance to have Bob watch as Lucy licked her pussy, Debbie now also found herself fascinated at the sight of the dark haired and handsome man stroking his penis as he watched this obscene encounter. Debbie had been patient but she was ready to feel Lucy's tongue right at the core of her feminine heart. She reached down and took her pussy lips in her fingers and slowly spread herself open...knowing Bob could now see virtually everything she had. Lucy didn't hesitate and drove her tongue right up in her friend's salaciously exposed pussy which brought a gasp from her lips. "OH! That's it Lucy!" She exclaimed. "Oh lick my little pussy!" Saying those words made it all the more exciting for Debbie. Lucy had taught her that several weeks ago. It's OK to just lie there, but if you actually use those awful dirty words, it just made it even more exciting! Bob approached the bed now, standing just to the left of where Lucy was now working hard on Debbie's fleshy little groove, swiping her tongue repeatedly from her asshole to her clit, bringing little cries of joy with each pass. She moved her hands up to caress Debbie's panting tits, rubbing them sensuously and paying special attention to her now fully erect nipples. Debbie and Bob locked eyes as the come striving brunette read the unvarnished desire in his face. She saw him stroking his penis softly. She knew where he wanted to stick that big cock too. Looking directly at the only male member of this odd menage a trois, she began to lift her pussy to meet Lucy's tongue which was driving her wild. "She's a hot little minx isn't she Bob?" Lucy stopped to say. She saw Bob's hand on his penis and decided to help him out. "Here Debbie," She said bringing her hand down to cup her oily little cunt. "How about we help Bob get his kicks too?" When her hand was fully lubricated with Debbie's freely flowing natural lubrication, she reached out to grasp Bob's overstimulated cock. "Oh Lucy!" He cried out in response to her soft warm hand encircling his hardon. His eyes remained locked into Debbie's as Lucy lewdly began to masturbate him as she returned to lick her girlfriend's pussy. Lucy then began to savagely tease Debbie's desire swollen pussy as she stroked Bob's hardened rod with her slippery hand. Bob's nostrils flared as he detected the scent of Debbie's now well lubricated pussy on Lucy's hand. She seemed to know instinctively just how he liked it...using soft smooth strokes to excite his rigid cock. Beside himself with lust Bob began to beg: "Oh Lucy...let me fuck her...you can see she wants it." Debbie's eyes brightened as she heard his words. But Lucy wasn't quite ready to turn Debbie's pussy over to Bob. No...it wouldn't be that easy. "Well now! That's all well and good for you two but what about me? After all, this little party was my idea remember?" No one spoke as Lucy's words echoed through the room. "Oh Lucy please!" Debbie finally said. Bob realized what an effort it must have took for Debbie just to say that one word: Please! Here she was, naked in her marriage bed with another woman's tongue in her pussy while a complete stranger looked on. Now she was reduced to begging to be fucked. "Debbie are you finally willing to return the favor?" Lucy looked directly into the panting brunette's eyes when she asked the curious question. "Oh Lucy! I...I've never done that! You know that! I...I don't think I could!" "Oh, I see! So it's OK for me to lick you but it's a sin for you to do me?" Bob began to understand what was going on here. In order for Debbie to be fucked, she would have to kiss Lucy's pussy. He felt his cock swell as he realized what might be about to take place. The seemingly innocent young housewife would have to commit a lesbian act in order to have her pussy satisfied with cock! Debbie appeared to be on the verge of tears as she considered her situation. It was when she turned and saw Bob's bloated hardon that she knew what she had to do. "OK Lucy...you win." She conceded "It would be nice if you could show a little more enthusiasm Debbie, but it just might come with time. Like they say: "Don't knock it if you haven't tried it!" Debbie rose from her supine position on the bed and reached for Lucy's panties. She carefully pulled them down, baring her red haired pussy to anyone who cared to look. "My goodness Lucy! It's...It's beautiful!" Debbie had to admit. It was the first grown woman's vagina she'd ever seen and she found the sight...inviting somehow. Lucy's stunning red pubes just naturally drew one's eye to the pouting pink lips that waited just below. Lucy assumed Debbie's previous position on the bed and spread her legs wide apart allowing both of her lovers to view her naked vagina. Debbie was stunned at the salacious sight now before her. She couldn't believe the feelings that were now overpowering her natural modesty. She found a growing desire in her inner being. A desire to pleasure Lucy! To kiss her pussy and to be fucked while doing it! Oh! how she wished Barry hadn't left her alone so many weeks ago! Lucy's pink lipped cunt seemed to be calling to her. she licked her lips in anticipation as she knelt down and slowly began to lower her face to the tight little slit between her older friend's legs. Closer and closer she moved until her entire sight of vision was nothing but the plump little lips of Lucy's hair trimmed pussy. She could smell Lucy's sweet feminine fragrance and knew that Lucy could feel her hot breath on her cunt. She glanced up at Bob and saw him begin to move up behind her. She knew she didn't have to worry about him. He knew what to do. Returning to the unspeakably nasty task at hand, she stuck her tongue out and slowly approached the fleshy opening before her. But then, she suddenly heard Lucy's voice: "Now Debbie...you know my pussy is only for Stan. I couldn't very well have your filthy little tongue in there now could I?" Debbie was suddenly confused. What was this? She had been poised to descend into lesbian sex with this domineering blond and actually been eager to do so. But, incredibly, Lucy was quickly up and then over on her belly, her ample ass cheeks resting on a pillow. It was now becoming apparent what Lucy expected her naive young friend to do. "Oh don't act so shocked Debbie." Lucy said as she settled into position. There was a trace of anger in her voice. "Now, if you want to get fucked, get busy." Debbie looked up at Bob who's cock was now outrageously hard and leaking precum from the tip. It slowly began to dawn on her...She would have to lick Lucy's asshole! The thought sickened her! Nothing in her 24 years on the planet had prepared her for something so obscene! Sensing indecision in Debbie's face, Lucy called back to Bob: "Go ahead and warm up our little virgin Bob. Rub your cock on her pussy." Bob was able to stand on the carpet at the foot of the bed and reach Debbie's frustrated vagina with his stiff penis. He tenderly rubbed the head into her slippery opening and then teased it up and down the little pink ribbon of flesh. Debbie's reluctance began to melt when she felt the thrilling touch of Bob's cock on her sensitive pussy lips. It had been so long! Her flesh began to react to Bob's teasing cock and Debbie knew she had to have it. She placed her hands on Lucy's upturned buttocks and, using her thumbs, she pulled the cheeks open to expose her anus. It was a tightly puckered, dime sized opening that glistened with Lucy's pussy cream. Lowering her head without stopping to think, the pretty brunette tentatively swiped her tongue over Lucy's asshole. "Oh that's the idea Debbie!" Lucy called back. "Keep it up...go on...lick my asshole!" At that point, little Debbie Saunders just gave up and drove her tongue deeply into her mentor's tightly compressed hole. She swirled it around the best she could and then withdrew it and lapped the tender pink opening repeatedly...drawing moans of appreciation from the perspiring blond. Bob stepped up and placed his purplish cockhead right at the entrance to Debbie's hairlined pussyhole. Then he shoved hard and, after a few seconds of futile resistance, drove it balls deep into her eager little cunt! "Mmmmph!" Debbie responded as she kept her face buried in Lucy's soft warm ass crack. She would have preferred a bit more loving preparation but, after all, this wasn't about love. This was just plain nasty sex and all three were now enjoying it. Bob made several vicious thrusts until he managed to sink the entire length of his manhood into Debbie's virgin tight pussy. He then began to rapidly fuck the young wife, spearing her helpless little cunt with every centimeter of cock he had. The sight of this seemingly reserved young woman tongue fucking his slutty blond neighbor's asshole was driving him crazy. He knew he couldn't last long. He didn't even want to! He could tell Debbie was about to come too! After all the sexual stimulation she'd been subjected to she was ready to explode. Bob wondered if the lovely young woman had realized when she'd removed her panties at the restaurant that she would end up getting fucked while she licked another woman's asshole. Debbie was delirious with pleasure now. The sheer dirtyness of her depraved situation added to the thrills she was experiencing. She had to express herself! Right out loud! She knew that would send her to the orgasm of a lifetime! Lifting up from between Lucy's saliva coated ass crease, she turned to Bob and called back to him: "Go ahead and fuck me Bob! Fuck my bare pussy while I lick Lucy's nasty little asshole!" Fired by her words, Bob began to savagely drive himself deeper and deeper into Debbie's willing young pussy as she returned to Lucy's forbidden little hole. On and On he fucked, watching Debbie's depraved act of analingus until finally he felt movement deep in his balls. Then, with a triumphant cry of joy, he pulled his cock from Debbie's spasming pussy and began to send streams of gism onto her kneeling form. White lines of bleachy sperm cris crossed Debbie's ass cheeks as she stabbed her tongue as deeply into Lucy's anus as she could. "Oh now you've got it Debbie!" Lucy gasped. "Get it right in there good and solid!" Lucy rubbed her neglected little pussy to provide the final spark she needed for her own perverted release. Bob pulled Debbie's swanky Lincoln back into the restaurant's now nearly empty parking lot and the three lovers prepared to head home. He turned the car back over to Debbie and found himself at a loss for words as she looked up at him from behind the wheel. What do you say to someone you just met a couple of hours ago and ended up fucking to within an inch of her life? Debbie came to his rescue, handing Bob a small torn piece of paper. On it was Dickens 3-3043. "Trade you Bob!" Debbie smiled. "This phone number for my panties!" "Oh my god yeah! Bob began fumbling in his pocket. "I'm sorry Deb!" He couldn't very well be bringing these home now could he? Debbie gave him a little wave as she started her car. He watched as she drove away. There was no sense in trying to get back to work now. He drove down Ventura Blvd. to where the pavement ended, then he headed back in the other direction. Just killing time. Pam would wonder why he was home so early. Bob realized that, if he called Debbie, he would end up not only cheating on his wife but also kind of cheating on Lucy. He wasn't sure Lucy would even mind. She seemed to enjoy manipulating him. How did his life get so complicated? The following day at work, his fellow engineers wondered aloud about his absence. He knew management "Understood." But the gang of guys he worked with weren't above giving him a hard time about it. He managed some lame excuse, "I felt a little dizzy," and hoped they'd let him slide. "I felt dizzy all right!" He rationalized. "Drinking three screwdrivers and then fucking a knockout young housewife while she's licking her girlfriend's asshole will do that to you!" He reached into his coat pocket and found the scrap of paper with Debbie's number on it. "I really ought to throw this away. I really should..." Bob's mind knew best but a different part of his anatomy had been calling the shots lately. "Who are you kidding?" He finally had to accept. He called Debbie from a pay phone at the Gulf station on the corner. She was thrilled to hear from him and their affair began in earnest. Always on the sly. Always fueled by plenty of cocktails. No declarations of "Love" for each other. No. Just dirty sex and plenty of it. Bob taught Debbie how to suck cock and she took to it like a duck takes to water. He convinced her to take his turgid cock in her asshole and she loved that best of all. He saw Lucy from time to time but she no longer seemed interested. The Wages of Sin So it was just Debbie and Bob. Heading down the highway to hell at a hundred miles an hour. When Barry came home unannounced one day they were caught. The shit hit the fan to say the least and Bob's marriage was over in a heartbeat. He continued to drown his sorrows in alcohol and illicit sexual encounters but his life spiraled out of control. His buddies at work did the best they could to warn him that he was on thin ice but it no longer seemed to matter. Bobby McGregor's days as a husband, father and successful engineer all came crashing to a halt. Bob's name came up in Debbie's divorce from Barry and, when Pam found out, He was quickly out on the street. His poor performance at work resulted in his firing shortly after Pam had thrown him out. Defiant to the end, Bob insisted he "Didn't give a shit" as long as he had a bottle to comfort him. Yeah. A bottle. Bob quickly went from Johnny Walker Green Label to ninety nine cents a bottle rotgut red wine. Drifting. Stumbling. Convinced that he was somehow better and smarter than all the lowlife hoedads he ended up hanging out with. Bob's life just got worse and worse. Pam and little Tina? He didn't need them. No longer employable, Bob turned to petty crime which, from time to time, provided him with a few weeks of sobriety. If you can call a jail cell "Sobriety." He'd lost all hope. The future? He had no future just like he felt he had no past. All he had...was...that bottle.