23 comments/ 46298 views/ 7 favorites I Can Explain By: rpsuch There is NO explicit sex in this story. "Honey, it's not what it looks like. I can explain." Right! That pathetic bit of sophistry has been around since before the dawn of recorded history. I'm sure the first chronicled account appeared in a set of drawings on the wall of a cave. The first picture would have shown the offended mate catching his woman in flagrante delicto, his club over his shoulder. Her hands are up in a gesture that tells him to wait. "Honey, it's not what it looks like. I can explain," she must have been saying. The next picture would show her explanation. The interloper has a bigger club. He has killed more prey and is better able to support her children. That was probably the most powerful explanation available at the time. It is not, however, available to my husband. I can't believe after all the crap I've had to put up with he does this to me. He's a writer. That means he gets to stay home and do God knows what, while I go to work every day to earn the paycheck that pays the bills. Perhaps I overstate it. He does make money writing, sometimes pretty good money. But it's not consistent, and without my paycheck, our house would belong to the bank. He's actually a pretty good writer. I won't deny that. I'll even concede that he probably works longer hours to produce his stories and articles than I do to produce an income. But he does some really crazy stuff. Last August he insisted I come with him on a stakeout. Who were we staking out? A woman I work with. Why her? Why not her? I took a vacation day to go on an adventure with him and where do we wind up? Outside my office, waiting for her to get off of work. "I could have told you when to show up. She works the same hours as me." "But she might leave early." "She never leaves early. We're sitting out here dripping and thirsty and we could have just showed up at ten to five." "You have to respect the process." "What process? I know where she's going – home. I know when she's leaving – five. What kind of stupid process is this?" "You start with things you know about the subject, and you watch them to learn what doesn't fit the pattern; things that can reveal their secrets." "What if she doesn't have any secrets?" "Then that's what we'll learn." "Can you take me home now?" "No. We'd lose her. Who knows what information we might miss out on?" "Yeah. Who knows?" "Besides, unless I sit out here hour after boring hour, how am I going to be able to accurately describe what it's like to stake somebody out, to follow them? How else can I find the few moments that might be worth writing about except to experience it? How else could I realize I should have brought a bottle of water than to recognize I'm so thirsty it hurts? It might never have occurred to me had I just assumed what it would be like." "I share your pain." Outside of the fact that she treated herself to a solo dinner at the Italian Restaurant around the corner from her apartment, I did learn one extremely valuable life lesson. Before you engage in any important life activity, whether it be following someone you work with for no earthly reason, taking a certification exam, that big meeting at work or getting married, for God's sake go to the bathroom! It wasn't until she got to that restaurant and ordered dinner that I could finally get out of the car and waddle with my thighs tightly pressed together to the nearby Taco Bell for relief. I swear that when I saw myself in the mirror I looked jaundiced. That was far from our only adventure. One night I was awakened by the phone at 3:13 A.M. Johnny was not in bed next to me. The phone call explained why. The police had him in custody for being drunk and disorderly. It made no sense. I had never seen him drink to the point where he lost control. That was irrelevant. He needed me to come down to the station to pick him up. According to the officer, he had no ID with him and it had taken this long for him to sober up enough to tell them who he was and how to contact me. They were kind enough to let him sleep some of it off and be taken home without charging him. The fact that he had no criminal record tipped the scales for them. As surprising as this was, his explanation on the way home astounded me. "How could you let yourself get so drunk that the police had to pick you up?" "I wasn't that drunk." They all say that. Was he a closet alcoholic? "I just did it to get arrested." "Do I look that stupid?" "No, really. I had to find out what it was like to get arrested. But even more important, I had to find out what it was like to stay in jail. That's why I left my wallet home." I was silent. It wasn't that I was angry. This was just too bizarre to comprehend. What kind of questions do you ask when he tells you this kind of yarn? "I also had to pretend to stay drunk for a while in jail because I wanted to know how vulnerable a street drunk is in a cell with real bad guys." Now I was angry. "Do you have any idea what could have happened to you in there?" "No. That's why I had to do it. I'm writing a story." Idiot. Those are the kinds of crazy shenanigans I have to put up with. If he weren't so sweet between episodes I'd have tossed him out long ago. I was not the only one to suffer from his pranks. My family had the Johnny experience as well. We were going to a birthday party for my sister at my folks' house. He excused himself to run into the house before we left to make a quick trip to the "bathroom". When we got there my father came charging out with my mother and brother close behind. "You're staying with us," he bellowed. "I'm not going to let you spend another day with that bastard until he gets help." My brother just glowered. My mother looked at Johnny like a three-day-old mackerel left spoiling in the summer sun. "What are you talking about dad?" "You don't have to hide it from us Sandy. He told us what he did." Oh no. Not again. "What did he tell you dad?" "He told us about the fight; how he hit you and you might not be able to come because you might have cracked a rib." "Johnny, this is too much. You can't do that to my parents, to my family. This has got to stop." "I just wanted to see how they would react if they thought I was abusing you. I didn't know if they would come after me or try to get you away from me or if they would just pretend it didn't happen unless you decided to discuss it with them." "You can't do that to people. It's cruel." "Jesus, Johnny, you're a whack job," said my father. Then he laughed. Sure, go ahead and encourage the lunatic. When my father had his heart attack Johnny, was over there every day helping out. Now he was doing things that could cause a heart attack. He completely baffles me sometimes. If only the craziness had been limited to our family. One Saturday I was baking brownies. I have a bit of a sweet tooth. The doorbell rang and I went to answer it. I looked through the window and saw the mailman. "Certified letter ma'am. I need a signature." When I opened the door, he pushed his way in, gun drawn and was followed by nearly a dozen other men in blue FBI windbreakers with the yellow lettering. They had automatic rifles and rushed through the house looking for Johnny. The mailman put his hand over my mouth so I couldn't cry out. When the agents returned, my husband was in handcuffs. They sat him down on the couch in the living room while other agents could be heard rooting around the house. "What's going on here?" I asked of no one in particular. "You don't know anything about this, ma'am?" asked the mailman. "Anything about what?" He didn't answer. After a time, the remaining agents returned to the living room with our computer. One of them spoke. "We didn't find any bomb-making paraphernalia or components, sir." "Bomb making?" It was nearly a shout. "Why the hell would you think he was making a bomb?" "He took some books out of the library, ma'am." The mailman again. "Johnny!" "I'm writing a story about a guy chasing down a terrorist. I had to know what it took to make a bomb. If they came a few days later, I would have had all the parts except the explosives. I had to know if you could really make a bomb from those instructions. I wouldn't want to put anything inaccurate in a story." The mailman shook his head in disbelief. "Are we going to find evidence you visited links on the internet with information about making bombs?" "Bob, Mirandize him," said one of the agents. "His answer isn't going to convict him. Tell me, sir, so we don't waste any more time if you just turn out to be a guy who drives his wife crazy, what are we going to find on your computer?" "Sure. I've visited sites with information about how to make bombs. I've also visited terrorist sites. You have to know how the bad guys think to portray them properly. I didn't alter any of the history in my browser so you won't have any trouble finding the stuff. You'll also find an outline for the story and a file with all the details I'm going to use to make it realistic." "I've got a bad feeling this is going to turn out to be a huge waste of time. Sir, we're going to need to take you in for further questioning. Ma'am, I'm sorry. I can't tell you when he might be back. And you have my sympathies." If he could see the chaos Johnny was spreading so clearly, why couldn't my husband? I called the FBI later that day to arrange to get a lawyer down there to help get him out. They told me they could neither confirm nor deny that they were holding him. I asked where I should send the lawyer to find out. They told me that, if they were holding him, he was not entitled to a lawyer under the PATRIOT Act. "But don't worry ma'am. If we're holding him and if we decide he isn't an enemy combatant, he should be home before the next solar eclipse." I thought the FBI didn't have a sense of humor. At least I hoped it was a joke. If your husband is missing in the custody of the government for seven years, can you have him declared legally dead? The days dragged on and all I could tell my friends and our families was that the government had him. Nobody laughed. I guess they all knew Johnny pretty well. Finally, thirteen days after they had taken him, the same amount of time it took our government to resolve the Cuban Missile Crisis, they returned him and the computer. I thought an experience like that would chasten him and I wouldn't be subjected to the same kind of craziness I had endured throughout most of our married life. No such luck. You may have heard about his ordeal, or at least the parts of it he can tell. His article appeared in the feature magazine for the local paper and he won a local Newton for investigative journalism. He swears that if the government hadn't censored his article he would have won a Pulitzer. That kind of attitude did not signal that he was likely to back off. Any doubt I might have had was erased one day when I came home to find him lying curled up at the foot of the stairs. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" "No, I'm fine. Have you ever heard the expression 'A dog's life?' Well, I wanted to get an idea of what a dog's life is really like and whether, in some ways, it might be preferable to a human's life. I got the proposal approved by Urban Dog Magazine." "Have you tried drinking from the toilet bowl?" "That's a great idea. Which one was most recently cleaned?" That brings me back to this afternoon. We had a fire scare at work a little before four. While the firemen were checking the building, we were told we could go home. There was no point in sticking around just to wait to leave. When I arrived home I saw a red Taurus in the driveway and I had to park on the street. Johnny hadn't said anything about having a visitor. But then I guess he had never talked much about it before. For all I knew he could have been holding meetings of the local Chamber of Commerce during the day. The house was quiet and I didn't see him around so I went to check his office. He wasn't there. I walked into the kitchen to look into the back yard but he wasn't there either. We don't have a basement, the water table is too high, so I went upstairs, the only place he could be if he were still in the house. I walked into the bedroom and the bedspread and sheets were pulled back. There in the middle of the bed was my husband's bare ass, pumping up and down between the slender legs of a young blonde woman who was pumping back up at him. "What the hell are you doing?" I shouted. In retrospect, I suppose, the better question would have been, "Why," because the issue of what he was doing didn't seem to be in much doubt. "Honey, it's not what it looks like. I can explain." "It looks like you're screwing another woman in our bed." "Gloria. We're just doing research for stories on infidelity." "What?" I shouted. "We're doing research –" "I heard you. I just didn't believe you. How long has this been going on?" "Just today. We scheduled it for today. You're home early honey. We expected Gloria's husband first." "What?" "I sent him an anonymous note that his wife was cheating on him and he could find her here. He was supposed to come in before you." "What are you talking about? Are you insane?" "We met on a writer's site on the internet. Gloria is doing a story on infidelity too so we decided to do our research together. You know a good writer doesn't write a story without doing adequate research first." Gloria lifted a hand and waved. "Hi Sandy." "Don't get up on my account." "Honey, you've got to remember all your emotions and your reactions. I've got a bunch of questions I need to ask you." I didn't respond. Despite everything else he had done, this managed to shock me into silence. That's why we were able to hear the car door slam. "That would be Doug," said Gloria. "I parked the car in the driveway so he would have no trouble finding it." We heard the front door open and then slam. "Honey could you hide in the bathroom? We don't want to lose the full impact on Doug. If he sees you here he may suspect something is going on." They started pumping again. I could hear footsteps on the stairs. I shook my head and walked to the door of the bathroom. I was thinking I could help Johnny research a story about divorce. I Can Explain... Bonus 01 Hey! So this is a bonus chapter, not technically part of my main story, just something fun I decided to write. It's a look into what Suzie went through that made her feel like she had to go see Jack in part 3. All fiction in this story is just that, so if you feel like I'm retelling something that happened to you or someone you know, that's completely coincidental. If you want more of these side-chapters or you want me to keep to the main narrative just let me know in the comments below. Happy fapping! SoftlyPressingOnward ***** It was hot. It was so fucking hot in the coffee shop where Suzie worked, even though she'd never had a problem with the store's temperature before that morning. Beads of sweat were noticeably running down her forehead and, hidden from everyone, down her back and her chest. The bra she'd only had on for a couple of hours was feeling so uncomfortably warm and wet. It was torture. Standing there, taking customers' orders, listening to them yammer on about low-fat this and foam-free that was doing nothing to distract her from her discomfort. Suzie was thinking about something else, something far more interesting. Every time Suzie closed her eyes she was whisked away to the night before. How she'd been rewarded for finally making a move. How her desire had finally pushed her to overcome her hesitation. So she kept taking orders and filling them. Her co-worker noticed something was off, however. Lia was quick to pick up on how flustered Suzie looked. Her hair wasn't carefully straightened like it usually was, her face was flush and she was undeniably distracted. Lia made a note to ask her friend what the deal was later, but in the meantime, offered to cover for her if she wanted a break. Suzie gratefully accepted and said she was just a little under the weather. Inside, Suzie was more turned on than she had ever been. Recalling the feeling of Jack sliding into her holes, and the fullness she enjoyed when he bottomed out inside of her was all her brain could picture at the moment. The sweat was being matched by the wetness her panties were struggling to contain. As she sat in the break room, her legs tightened and squirmed, as she chewed on her lower lip, thinking about the scent of the man she had in her bed last night. Every inch of her ached to be explored by him again. She wanted another chance to stifle her gasps and moans on his toned muscles, and to lick his abs on her way down to her prize. At this point, it was apparent to Suzie that something had to be done. Her panties were soaked through and she knew that this intense fire that Jack had lit under her wouldn't go away unless she could cum and relieve the tension. Suzie made her way to the employee bathroom, putting on an act of normalcy so as to not attract attention. Every moment counted and every moment she wasn't taking care of the the urge to suck and fuck just felt like hell. Each step she took, this girl felt like the world was watching her and knew all about what she was up to. Finally making it through the door, she looked at what she had to work with. An impeccably clean (thank goodness for Lia) toilet, sink and a bucket filled with semi-current magazines populated this small, white-tiled room. Beneath this mountain of celebrity gossip and juicy tabloids was something very important. Suzie lifted the pile to find what she was looking for. What was found was a marble rod, about 6 inches long, with both sides rounded off. The average person might think it was some weird weight to make sure the magazine bucket couldn't slide around. But in actuality, it was salvation. The rod was for the sole purpose of making the night shift at this coffee shop far more tolerable for the all-female baristas who worked there. It was part of the informal initiation that after 2 months of working at the shop, a co-worker would inform the new girl about The Helper and would tell her to keep it clean and ready for the next night-shift worker. Suzie had never used The Helper before. Her night-shifts were pretty busy, and she regularly found herself caught up in a "crisis" that she or her co-workers had unintentionally caused. By the time the thought would occur to her, she would be too tired to bother. But there and then, during a morning shift, in the middle of the coffee-rush, she was going to find out what all the fuss was about. Suzie pulled her pants down and removed them along with her shoes. Then she gingerly peeled off her light pink panties that were stained by a big, wet mark in the middle. She would have to decide what to do with those later, as even the process of getting half-naked was making her impatient. Sitting on the cold seat cover, she scooted back as best she could and then lifter her legs up onto it. Years of gymnastics and dance classes had given her the flexibility to comfortably lower her knees to the side, allowing her easy access to her glistening vagina. Splaying herself not only gave her an easy reach, but also filled the room with the smell of her sex. The cold, stone dildo felt heavy in her soft hands. Her blue colored nails slid against the rock as her finger ran against the length of the toy. She was excited, and only wished she could have Jack here to watch her do this. Suzie guided The Helper to her waiting hole, and as the tip pressed against her opening, she jolted from how cold it was. She should have anticipated that, but she hoped the heat exuding from her body would take care of the problem fairly quickly. She winced as The Helper found its way into her, burying deeper and deeper, slipping past incredible slick, tight walls. Her eyes closed as she imagined Jack. Gorgeous Jack. Big, strong, sexy Jack. In and out The Helper slid, gliding along the river of juices forming around it. Suzie's whole body was tensing from the feeling of finally getting what it wanted. Suzie knew she had to make it a quick one, but once she got going, she began to melt into the warm waves washing over her. The speed of the thrusting increased, and with it, so did the intensity. She grabbed tightly onto the seat, clinging for dear life. Her breath was getting deeper and faster. The marble of The Helper was now warm and wet, and the toy was getting harder to keep in her hands. Suzie pulled out The Helper and attempted to remove some of the lubrication. After covering it with her saliva by licking it up and down, the penis-shaped rock was then sucked clean by the horny teenager, and was then lowered back down, this time to her red, swollen clit. Shuddering with pleasure, the circles she made on her clit made Suzie let out a sigh. Her other hand had made its way down as well. Her index finger entered into her, and then once it could make enough room, the middle finger joined it. Pressing against her g-spot, she bent them and tickled her insides with a bit of force. Combined with the teasing of her clit, Suzie knew she wouldn't be able to keep this up for long without giving herself an orgasm. She continued, trying her best to keep quiet and stay balanced on the seat. Her ab muscles and asshole began to tense as the circles on her clit became wider and lightning fast. Her fingers sank deeper into her and dragged along the slippery pink texture she was so enthusiastically playing with. They were soon followed by a third finger, which easily joined the others in the slippery mess. She felt amazing. It wasn't long before her fantasizing and her rigorous masturbating caught up with her. The increased sensitivity and pleasure told her she was getting close, and she knew it would be a big one. She decided to put the thick piece of rock back inside of her. Suzie repeatedly plunged The Helper all the way into herself and pulled it out slowly, focusing on the sensation of getting filled up suddenly. Her fingers, now tightly together in a row and resting on her pubic bone, flicked and rubbed against her clit. She was so, so close. She thought of Jack on top of her, fucking her senseless while she went to town on her clit. The thought of it being something she could have now, whenever she wanted it, whenever she needed it, sent her over the edge. She came, and bucked, and stifled screams of pleasure and release. Her whole body felt like it was being rocked as electricity ran through it. With eyes shut she twisted on the seat, holding onto it, trying to find her way back to earth. Eventually, she slumped back onto the toilet. Sweaty, and looking as disheveled as she did blissful, Suzie settled on cleaning up and getting back to work. She ran The Helper under warm soapy water, cleaned it, and then added some hand sanitizer to it just to be safe. She then put it back in its hiding spot and got dressed, doing her best to make herself as presentable as she ever was. The pretty panties she had so generously drenched in her own lady-cum was rinsed, patted dry with towels, and put back on. Heading back out of the washroom, Suzie told Lia it was her turn to take a quickie, to which Lia replied only with a big smile and nod. Her grin told her that she knew something, but it didn't worry her. Lia was not a snitch and she generally got along great with her, so Suzie decided to let it go. It wasn't even an hour after she came back to the front counter that the shop started to feel hot again. She couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened and now even the image of her own bathroom adventure was getting her turned on! This was getting ridiculous and she realized it was time to see Jack and take care of things. Her better judgement couldn't talk her out of letting the manager know she was going to have to take a sick day, but it could make her realize all this action would lead to a very sore pussy. Not one to give up due to circumstance, Suzie dedicated herself to a new plan. She though up a way she could have Jack take her again, without worrying about not being able to walk later. Finally, she would get what she wanted. I Can Explain... Pt. 01 Hello friends, so this if the first piece that I have ever written, and I really hope you folks enjoy it. It involves m/f, fairly vanilla sex with both guy on girl and girl on guy oral. I hope to make this a running series but will of course base it on reader response. If you like my work or want to criticize it then you can contact me at the contact on my profile. Happy reading and rubbing! Disclaimer: Any characters or events depicted in my stories are purely fictional, and any likeness to real-life people or events is pure coincidence. This all came from my mind, plagiarism free. ***** There are a lot of things that don't feel right about secretly dating your best friend's sister. The only thing that does feel right is the sex. Passionate, intense love-making that makes the guilt feel less real. Of course I didn't do it with Suzie 24/7, and so the guilt was quite palatable on a regular basis. But I suppose I've gotten ahead of myself. I'm Jack, and this is the story of how I ended up marrying my wife. If all the crazy shit that happened in the meanwhile hadn't occurred, maybe I would consider this a "happy" story, but at least the ending is nice. I think every ending should involve the protagonist getting loving blowjobs, but I digress... My story begins in the early 00's with my now-brother's party in the residence we shared in University back when we were 20. Mike was (and still is) a built guy, worked out often, and was studying history as his major. I'd known Mike for most of my life and he and I always got along great. We liked the same games, played the same sports (Go Habs!) and loved the same nerdy stuff. I've easily watched Empire Strikes Back 40 times with that ass-hat. But that particular party wasn't about Star Wars. That party was about picking up girls, and I was doing terribly. To be clear, I'm not a shy guy, but I also don't like small talk. Getting to know a bunch of scantily-dressed girls when music is blaring over a speaker is not as easy as it looks. But there was one saving grace to my consecutive strike outs, and that was Suzie. Mike's little sister Suzie was just a couple of years younger, still in high-school, and a bombshell. She had the curves of a goddess, brown hair with blonde highlights, and an ass that I currently bounce coins off of for funsies (she doesn't like it). She also has double C's that made two of her girlfriends confess gay feelings during her undergrad. But most importantly, she was a cool person who made me feel comfortable in a sea of awkward. I guess that's why I gravitated toward her that night. So we talked, and as time went on I forgot about all the rejections of the night and began focusing on how my best friend's sister was incredibly smart, funny, and attractive. Granted I was also drunk, which is why her being completely off-limits never crossed my mind until much later. Her smile and that perfect butt were all too enticing for me to care that my best friend would rip me to shreds if I touched his sister. I kept talking to her anyway, and will likely spend the rest of my life wondering if this story would have happened at all had I backed off. I've asked her what she saw in me that night, and she's said that it was the first time she had ever seen me without her brother. Suzie had come to the party because her brother had asked her to bring alcohol from their parents' house, which was about a 30 minute walk from campus. She noticed me talking to some girl and when I showed off my abs to try to win a stranger's admiration, she unconsciously bit her lip. Apparently that's a good sign because her night became all about me the second I came up to her, dejected, seeking sweet-talking and booze. I told her she looked great, and she did. Her black tank top was cut just low enough to let her cleavage show. Her nice tan from her family trip to Hawaii gave her young body perfect tan lines that helped accentuate her bikini area. The short jeans that were working their hardest to keep in the voluptuous treasures beneath them were working their magic on me. I was wearing the college guy's uniform of a t-shirt and jeans. Jeans that I will admit were just as tight as hers, but only as flattering if you enjoy seeing the clear outline of an erection. A hard-on that was inevitable given this party's attendees, I might add, giving credence to the idea that certain men should not dress themselves. Looking at the time, I realized that she would have to be home in the next hour, so I offered to walk her. I wish I could say I hadn't had ulterior motives, but I was also genuinely concerned about her brother getting shit for keeping his sister out so late. She happily agreed and as I took her home, she asked me a question I'll never forget. "Jack..." she whispered, having gotten noticeably closer to me to make sure she had my attention. I could smell her mango shampoo coming off her beautiful hair. "Jack, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked me. I resolutely told her "I think you're very pretty" with my gaze half on the sidewalk ahead, and half on her face, which lit up with my response. She grinned and asked "and you don't think I'm a kid?" I hesitated. I had known the answer to that question that morning and every morning prior since I had met her, and it was a resounding yes. But after that night, I felt that clear-cut distinction between a kid-sister and a woman was being blurred by an amazing body, an amazing time, and a fair amount of alcohol. She noticed my hesitation and went on her tippy-toes to reach her mouth to my ear, and asked "do you need convincing?" I stammered and stumbled backwards, "Suzie, you're like family... besides, Mike would probably try to murder me" as my mind flashed back to our repeated arguments about gun-control. She stopped me and said "you're probably right...I mean it isn't like you're at all interested in an uggo like me." Suzie, the evil genius that she was, knew I would never want to suggest to a girl as pretty as her that she wasn't worth my time, regardless of our relationship. I argued "no, it's not that, you were the prettiest girl in a room full of pretty girls tonight". She blushed, clearly not expecting such as compliment from her baiting. I continued "you've always been an amazing person, but recently you've become so attractive that I can't believe you're single." I struck a nerve. She looked down, turned, and kept walking. We walked in silence until we reached her house. The door was never locked when the Snow's were expecting one of their kids to come home, even though they always went to bed around 10. I walked her in. Despite being stupid enough to have said what I said, I was smart enough to know when I should apologize. Before I could really get the words out, I felt her soft lips on mine. The taste of her cherry lip-gloss (good call, Ms. Perry) and her warmth enveloped my tongue. What surprised me most was how natural it felt, like I had done it before. Without much thought, my hands started climbing the outside of her shift, and my touch caused her to bite my lip. Her hands lifted up to my shoulder and squeezed in response to my tongue wrapping around hers. My hands then slowly drifted downwards, and she moaned as I squeezed her ass. This was the moment I could have bailed, like Mike and any other best friend throughout all of history would have wanted me to. I could have said "goodnight", and walked out the door. I, of course, did the exact opposite and followed through the kind of physical contact that is unsuitable for younger audiences. Her tongue enveloped mine and as I move forward and sat her on the back of the living room couch, she wrapped her legs around me to bring me in closer. I held her tight and wrapped my underserving hands around her amazing ass. We pulled away long enough for her to ask me to carry her to her room, which I had passed by thousands of times before, on the way to Mike's. I was a reasonably fit man, mostly due to Mike's constant requests that I join him at the gym. I was pretty proud of my arms and legs, which were jacked up due to my naturally large frame. Carrying this 5"4 girl up a flight of stairs was no problem, even if I was tipsy. It was getting past her parents room without making a sound which tested my physique. We somehow managed to make it into her room and onto her bed, resuming our kissing. She pulled off my shirt and threw it across the room. I unbuttoned her jeans and they quickly joined my shirt. It seems like we both knew what we wanted to fondle. I slipped one of my fingers in between her legs as she started to kiss and lick my biceps. I slowly teased my index finger into her slit, pushing into her wetness and familiarizing myself with her landscape. Her breasts were pushing on my torso as she pressed against my arm to muffle the moans that she couldn't hold back. I licked my fingers and went back in, this time slowly teasing her clit to make sure she would get to fully utilize my arm's muffling capabilities. She moved up to my face, gave me a quick kiss, and slid down my chest to my pants. Taking them off, she peeled back my underwear to reveal her prize. Any sort of fear one might have with this moment of reveal was removed due to the years of my old, loose swim trunks allowing quick peaks to Suzie and her friends. She knew what she was getting, and what she was getting was the better part of 7 inches disappearing into her wet, waiting mouth. The wonder that had encircled my tongue minutes prior wrapped itself around the head of my dick and I felt my entire body stiffen. Girls in my high-school should have taken a class where Suzie could demonstrate how to properly blow a guy. She made every part of my shaft feel loved as she flicked her tongue up and down the length of my cock. She then licked the tip while stroking my now well-lubricated cock and balls, now covered in a dribble of spit that had been skillfully placed just above it. Suzie went on for 4 or 5 minutes, letting me slide all the way to the back of her mouth, dip down into her throat, and then sliding me back out. I felt a mix of awe and utmost pleasure, accompanied by both our moans. When the pleasure won out I warned her as noticeably as possible without being too loud that I was going to cum. She flashed me a knowing smile and then deep throated me, using her tongue to caress my dick's underside and her hands to stroke my balls. I can't quite pinpoint when I fell in love with my wife, but I like to think I took a first step as I came the hardest I ever had into her mouth. The audible, diligent gulps she made while trying to keep up may have given me a tinge of pride, were I not working so hard not to black out from the climax. She then licked me off, and climbed up to the head of the bed, and rested on my chest, proud of herself and her skills. We lay there for 10 minutes. I was slowly started to come back to reality when Suzie whispered in my ear again, a tactic she will later claim "never fails". She asked "Jack, do you want to know what I feel like... inside?" as she reached her hand to my dick. I closed my eyes and began to wonder just how that warm, wet hole my fingers had previously enjoyed would feel if I fucked it. My dick sprang into action as soon as my speculations became vivid and I knew that there was only way to find out how accurate they were. I flipped Suzie on her back, she giggled at how well her plan worked. I kissed her tenderly and ran my fingers through her hair. While kissing down her neck, I caught the scent of subtle Chanel perfume. This only made me hornier and I quickly peeled off her top and bra. Her tits were as perfect as ever, as I started flicking her nipples with my tongue to get them wet and hard. I then slid down her naked body, past her toned stomach, past those curvy hips, to the place I would one day consider a second home. I licked her pussy lips and tasted dwindling, but still plentiful juices that I had helped tease out before Suzie had started her handy-work. I sent my tongue up and down her slit as I lifted one hand to flick her nipple and the other to expose her clit. Breathing down on her clit and running my tongue in circles on and around it, Suzie began missing my arm. She pulled a pillow to muffle her moans as I darted my tongue in and out of her of her pussy hole. She was so wet that I had plenty to lap up, and knew that any necessary prep work had been completed long ago, and I was just indulging at this point. I lifted up, and placed my hips between her thighs, and aimed my now rock-hard cock at her soaked lady parts. She looked longingly at me as I pushed in, and then reached for me to come closer so I could replace her pillow. She gasped and took me in, each inch sliding deeper into her. I could tell she felt full from how her breathing became slow and deep. I felt like any bad thing that could ever happen to me in my lifetime would not equate to how good she felt wrapped tightly around me. I loved how wet and tight she felt as we lay there wrapped around each other, but knew that my hips were waiting to start their part, and so I pulled out slightly, and slammed back in, making her clamp down hard on me. "I need you Jack" she moaned. I began thrusting more steadily and as my pace sped up, I began to feel that familiar breath on my ear. "Fuck me Jack, put that giant cock inside me and fuck me hard until I cum all over you!" she begged. I figured she was close from when I ate her out, and I was excited to finish the job with my dick slamming into her. She lifter her hips to match my thrusting as I pushed past her wet walls to hit her cervix, and then pulled back to hastily repeat the process. She gave me puppy dog eyes when I pulled completely out, but got very excited when I flipped her over once more, this time onto her tummy, and then lifted her hips. I position my dick and then worked my way into her again, this time grabbing on to her hips for support. I pulled back and began to slam my cock inside of her. She responded audibly, "take me Jack, it feels so good, I need this". I was happy to grant such a polite request and ripped into her with everything I had. Her pussy earnestly engulfed my throbbing dick with every bit of space it could spare. She grabbed the headboard of her bed to have something to hold onto and I gave her no time to catch her breath. Ramming into her from behind, her tits bouncing back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts, I began to feel a familiar sensation. I told her that I was getting close, not bothering to lower my voice anymore, and she breathlessly said "let's cum together then... fill me up with your jizz... I want to feel you inside me even more..." She sent me over the edge with that, and as her pussy squeezed and convulsed around my cock, I shot my load deep into her, obliging her request. We collapsed upon the bed in tandem, exhausted yet satisfied, at no point considering the consequences of what we had done. The glow of the amazing experience we had shared did not leave time for second-thoughts, and as we cuddled and drifted off, we had no idea what laid in store for us the next morning... I Can Explain... Pt. 02 Hello all! It's been a long time since part 1, but hopefully this is enough to sink your teeth into until part 3, which I hope to have out by the end of August. I have to thank the community for supporting this piece and also the motivating requests for this installment. You're all cool, cool cats. Enjoy! SoftlyPressingOnward ***** I opened my eyes. My head was pounding and my eyes were blurry. I was in pain, but I knew where I was. I'd recognize those beige ceilings no matter how hungover I was. "Wha..." I groaned, feeling a slow breath on my chest and hand on my lap. I lifted my head to find Suzie, naked and still asleep. A rush of blood shot through me, but this time not to my dick, but to my brain. I thought of last night and everything that had happened. The passion we shared, the amazing sex and how erotic this 18 year-old-girl was, and how I was going to be brutally murdered by my best friend for partaking in this forbidden fruit. Shit. I slid the delicate hand off of my junk and slowly began to roll out of bed. Sitting on the edge, I looked back at Suzie. My god she was beautiful. The sun-rays beaming in through the windows were hitting her shoulder, accentuating her tanned, supple skin. The blanket was just barely managing to cover her amazing chest. But what struck me most was her face. The curvature of her full lips, that cute nose, and how peaceful her expression was as she snoozed. I could feel my heart beat race in my chest while I looked at her. I needed to change my current train of thought onto something more productive. I tucked and rolled her off of me onto her left side. I reached for my cellphone. It had 5 messages on it, all from Mike. Text 1: "Dude, where you go, there r ladies here who want to c that think you can do with your tongue." Text 2: "Guy come on, theres like six girls here you totally need to meet." Text 3: "Jack...?" Text 4: "Did you already leave with another girl!?" Text 5: "So I'm now being told you took my sis home so thx I guess." I betrayed the best wingman I could ever hope for. Worse, I couldn't bring myself to leave the bed I was sharing with his sister. I had only one option available to me. I slid closer to Suzie, still blissfully unconscious and gave her a light kiss on the forehead. I figured if I was going to tell a girl that it's not going to work out, better she be in a good mood. Suzie lazily opened her eyes and turned to me. "Hey," she whispered. "Hi there," I replied, in a manner that was far more aloof than how I was feeling. I was trying to recapture the tone of voice I'd used for the entire tenure of our relationship before the previous night. She looked at me with those beautiful eyes, then twisted her face into a confused look, and then moved up to my lips and gave me a long, deep, intimate french kiss. My expression was of shock at first, but became obviously pleased the longer the kiss went on. She smiled and said "I knew it..." and then went back for more. We continued to make out until I stopped her. "You knew what, exactly?" She gave me a serious look, adjusted herself so that the blanket could slide right down her body and clearing her throat, tried to mimic my earlier tone. "Jack, you're into me and any bullshit you were about to give me about how we could never do this again, or that you were drunk, or...or any of that..." she paused, "well it can't change the fact that just looking at me turns you on." Suzie's serious look and tone had transformed into something resembling the girl I thought I'd known. She seemed upset, but only a little. Her face almost looked like a dog owner wishing her puppy would realize what their pet had done wrong. I was silent. Difficult questions entered my mind. Is she psychic? Was this some sort of ploy? Why is my dick suddenly so hard? My mind was racing, searching for answers, or at the very least, my next move. Growing impatient she climbed on top of me and put a finger on my lips. She leaned very close to my ear, her breasts pressing onto me. "I won't tell if you won't," was all Suzie had to say, as she skillfully slid me into her waiting pussy. I took a deep breath. "Goddamit Suzie," I muttered, starting to to slide into her while lost in bliss. My body knew what it wanted and since my head wasn't coming up with anything brilliant, it easily won out. I filled her again and again, feeling my balls slap her butt cheeks as I tried to match the rhythm of her bouncing. She started quietly moaning "Fuck yes...oh Jack more," and we sped up. Suzie lowered down onto me, wrapping herself tight around my torso, and excitedly slammed her pussy onto my cock. I instinctively grabbed her ass. Lifting up with my arms and pushing her down onto my shaft, I could feel her getting tighter with every thrust. She teased my nipples with her fingernails, rewarding me for my hard work, kissing me all the while. I was still groggy from last night, but somehow having this girl I had known for years just lay down the law was making me uncontrollably horny. "God, oh my god Suzie you feel so fucking good. You're incredible! I don't know how much more I can take," I said breathlessly. I sped up and the little winces and whines Suzie was making got quicker and louder. "Jack I'm never letting you or this fat cock get away from me. This is so right and it feel so fucking good." Suzie said, clearly losing control. "I can't...oh my god...Jack I want to...shit I think I'm going to..." Moments later, tightly gripping and moaning into my chest she whimpered "I'm coming baby," which sent me over the edge. I shot ropes of hot, white cum into her, my whole body clenching as I came for what felt like an eternity. Suzie bit down just above my nipple and squirmed, moaning as her orgasm rocked her alongside mine. Our time to bask in the glory of how epic our climaxes were was cut short. A knock was heard from the door. My post-cum zen was interrupted by unbridled fear as I turned pale. Suzie put her hand on my mouth. "Um... I am very naked and would appreciate it if you didn't come in, whoever it is!" The deep voice replied, "Okay hon, your mum and I just wanted to know if you were joining us for breakfast before work?" She now looked equally worried. She looked at her nightstand's clock and then looked at me. "Leave out a granola bar or something, I'll be right down." She moved her hand. "You've got to go," she said with a wicked smile, a scenario easier said than done. Suzie lifted up off me and scrambled to get ready. "What about..." I began, but was interrupted. "Remember that time you and Mike were too afraid to go downstairs after the hose incident?" Suzie said with a mischievous smile. I thought back...and then it hit me. "The window!?" Suzie tossed me my clothes and winked. She then scurried into her bathroom, expertly cleaning up the "post-sex look" she was rocking. I looked at the window. "Goddammit Suzie" I muttered again, this time more audibly in the hopes that she'd hear me. Too afraid to make a fuss (lest I be found out by her parents), I got dressed and quickly made my escape using the tree in the backyard. Climbing down, I stealthily creeped around the side of the house, and found the sidewalk. On my way back to the residence building, I racked my brain thinking up of an excuse for having stayed out all night after dropping Suzie off. I reached for my pocket to see if I had any other missed calls, when I noticed my phone was missing. "Oh no," I paused. "No no no," I frantically patted myself down. "No!" I yelled to the cruel universe. I couldn't do much but hyperventilate as I realized that my phone was in Suzie's room. My phone was in Suzie's room and I was fucked. I couldn't just leave my phone there, my whole life was on that thing. I also couldn't risk climbing the tree again and getting caught by a neighbour or something. I casually walked to the house I had just masterfully escaped from. I knocked on the door. I was greeted by a familiar scene, a far cry from anything I had experienced that morning. I saw Mike's parents and Suzie, sitting down the kitchen table. Suzie was ravenously eating breakfast, but nearly choked when she saw me standing in the doorway. "Jack... it is 9 AM on a Saturday. What has my son done this time?" Mike's mom, Alice, asked me. Mike? He hasn't done anything, Alice, he just sent me here to grab something from his room." A lie, but close enough to the truth that the tinge of guilt didn't show up on my face. "Oh! He sent you, did he? I didn't realize the lord-regent himself was too high and mighty to make appearances in his own house. Well come in then, join us for breakfast." I walked in and explained I was in a bit of a hurry. They wouldn't hear of it. "You came all this way, have some eggs, kid," the balding man dressed in a wife-beater and boxer briefs said, not looking up from his paper. Mike's dad James was always friendly, which usually put me at ease, but I wanted to be in and out of there. There wouldn't be much damage-control planning if I was stuck at the scene of the crime. "Let me just grab what I came for and I'll come back down and join you for a bit," I bargained, turning towards the stairs. "Alright Casanova, whatever you want," James chuckled. I froze and my heart sank. He knew. I Can Explain... Pt. 03 See? I told you this part would be out by the end of August. This one is a bit more...involved in terms of getting down to the actual sex. Still just m/f, but luckily I've thrown in some masturbation, voyeurism, shower fun and butt-stuff, so enjoy that. Of course all fiction depicted here is just that. If this resembles you or anyone you know, that's purely coincidental. Same goes for part 2. I'm thinking of making a bonus part where we see Suzie's day at work. If you're interested, sound off in the comments below! Any other comments or criticism are welcome too, but play nice. Stay frosty. SoftlyPressingOnward ***** Once, I was a 20-year-old man. I found myself standing next to a familiar kitchen table, feeling increasingly distressed. My best friend's mother and father were at either side of the table, and at the head of it was their daughter, Suzie. Suzie, the same girl I had spent the most incredible night of my life with just a few hours earlier. Suzie, the girl who had given me the best sex I could ever dream of. Suzie, who was giving me a look that could only mean "Jack, why the hell are you still here!?" That look would have been my primary concern if not for her father smiling and shaking his head at his breakfast. He'd just referred to me as Casanova, and was very entertained but his own little joke. It was clear by his demeanor that he knew something. Though after the shock had settled, I couldn't help but wonder why he'd be in any way happy about what his daughter and I had done. "Don't look so surprised, kid," he pointed to his neck, "I just noticed some vixen left her mark on you." All at once I was horrified and relieved. "James! Leave him alone, it's none of our business," she reprimanded, as she shot me a look of intrigue. Maybe she didn't know I had it in me. Maybe she had noticed Suzie's pupils shrink, a result of her recalling marking her prize while I was sleeping. Maybe she wasn't staring at my neck at all... "Ha ha...no," I was blushing, "I just have a pretty bad rash from some sunscreen I was trying." I remain to this day a poor liar, and that lie was particularly weak, but all that mattered was getting out of there. I darted up the stairs and when I got to Suzie's room, I spotted my phone with a notification for a new email. It was from Suzie. My eyes went wide as I opened a picture on my phone to reveal a shot of Suzie, dressed in half of her uniform, bottomless, sitting on the side of the tub. Her fingers were pulling her lower lips apart with her legs spread wide open. A full frontal view of her pink, wet, pussy was on display. I held the phone tightly in my hands, the world around me fading. On closer inspection, she was still leaking a bit of my cum from that morning's escapades. The green of her shirt contrasted the pink in the center of the image so perfectly, that my eye couldn't quite focus on anything else. I sat and admired this unexpected gift, but my appreciation was cut short by a fresh text from the same number, telling me to come downstairs so she could get me out of there. I ran down the stairs, preparing myself to suffer through some minutes of breakfast with two people whom I could not look in the eye. Suzie suddenly got up and said "Jack, could you walk me to work, I'll be bored if I walk by myself." I had to forcibly remove the smile of relief from my face as I nodded, trying not to seem too eager. I promised to grab breakfast there another time. Suzie and I were finally out the door. Once we were a suitable distance from her house, Suzie stopped walking and started laughing. I nervously chuckled and realized how ridiculous this whole thing had been. I started to have a good laugh too but stopped when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. "Jack, I had a great time last night, and I hope it's obvious that I really like you" she said to my chest. My heart was pounding again. Hugging her close, I wanted to remove any doubt that she might have had about my intentions. "I meant everything that I said last night. You really are beautiful and I like almost everything about you." "Almost?" she asked, the reservation clear in her voice. "Mike and I are more like brothers than friends, I can't do this to him" I told her, wanting to seem earnest, but still make clear how disappointed that made me. My eyes were shut because I could not stand to see her beautiful, sad, puppy-dog eyes. Suzie took a deep, slow breath. She let go of me and took a step back. "No" she stated, resolute. "What do you mean, 'no'?" I asked. "I refuse your refusal," Suzie clarified. She circled around me and grabbed my ass. "At least, not until you've thought more about this" she explained, her firm grip making it hard to argue. I was amazed, somehow this girl managed to make all the guilt that I was channeling moments ago disappear. She had a hold on me, literally and figuratively, and clearly she was not going to let go unless my mind was absolutely made up. "I'll think about it, Suzie, but you have to respect my decision." She was seemingly satisfied with that and began walking away. I turned to look at her, her plump ass swaying, as if to purposefully tease me. She turned back and with a wink said "see you later, cutie." I returned to my suite, tired and contemplative. I was very thankful that Mike wasn't there to greet me. The last 12 hours had been unbelievable. Now, however, I was left alone in my bed with a very serious decision to make and options to weigh. Naturally, I decided to jerk off. I closed my eyes and pictures last night. Vivid in my mind's eye was Suzie, her head bobbing up and down as she struggled to get my entire girth into her mouth. Her tongue providing more and more saliva in a vain attempt to lube up the shaft of my cock to ease its entry into her throat. Her eyes, looking up at me as she watched my reaction to the gulping and moaning sounds she was making. My mind mixed memory with fantasy as I pictured a big, black dildo being placed in her free hand. She was rubbing its latex tip against her clit, letting it tease her and moisten her pretty pink pussy. Suzie moaned harder as the fat, 8 inch dildo pushed past her entrance, and hit against her tensing walls. Her only hope to get it deeper would be to pull it out and push it in with a touch more force. Each attempt to bottom out the dildo, fighting against her tightness, made her suck harder and louder around my aching cock. Imagining her moans, the coupled vibrations accentuating the sensations of tightness caused by her throat only served to intensify the fantasy. Combined with the image of her playing with herself I could feel myself get very close. I shot onto my stomach and my chest, my eyes still closed watching my dream girl bring herself to a finish as well. Somehow I felt like I had made my already difficult decision even harder. The thought of letting her go caused a churning sensation in my stomach. Mixed with the scent of my own sweat and cum, I decided to procrastinate making this choice until I could clean myself off in the shower. While I was mid-wash, a knock came on the door. I quickly dried myself off and ran to answer it on the off-chance someone has pulled the hall's fire alarm again. I hastily wrapped a towel to cover myself up. I opened the door to find Suzie standing in front of me, this time in her full work uniform and looking flushed and sweaty. She smelled like a coffee shop, yet the scent was mixed with something hard to put my finger on. "Is my brother here?" she asked, walking past me and motioning for me to shut the door. She didn't wait for an answer as she began to strip in front of me. "No he isn't he's in a class I think...why are you...?" my confused tone couldn't mask my obvious arousal. Who could start investigating something when there's a strip-down happening right in front of you? Even though I had seen the entirety of her naked, sexy body that same day, the scent of what I came to realize was her pussy juices made me just as flustered as if I were the first time. Suzie walked over to the bathroom, but not before tugging on my towel to let it drop to the floor. She looked back at me expectantly. My penis was at full mast and pointing right at where it wanted to go. So I followed her into the bathroom and into the still warm shower. "Jack, you're a naughty boy. Do you know that?" Suzie said, in a sultry way that sent shivers into me. Soaping me up from head to toe, she waited for her response once she got to me pointed cock. "Ya...I guess I am," I said, lost in her spell. "You guess?! Jack, you made me so bothered, so turned on at my work today that I had to masturbate in the stall just to stay focused!" Her eyes were twinkling with excitement as she got closer to me. "So don't tell me you guess you are, when I know you are." I gulped. The steam of the shower was making me lightheaded. The redirected blood flow wasn't helping. I was at this girl's mercy, and even though I had cum twenty minutes before, my whole body wanted another go. "So you came here, leaving work early, just to tell me that?" I teased. "No, honey. I came here and took the rest of the day off to get some revenge. Making me go through all that and you're not even mine...yet." Her wicked smile was in full-force and she turned around to show me her perfect ass. She grabbed me by my cock and rubbed the head up and down along her pussy lips, pausing at the top of her slit to tease her clit. Rubbing the tip in circles and then up and down her little nub, she got into a rhythm that was evidently hard to quit. Suzie looked at me and said "Now how about you start making it up to me by cleaning up the mess you made?" Soaping my cock up, she bit her lip and looked back at me. I began to line myself up for a repeat of that morning's fun. She stopped me with her hand gripped tightly around the base of her toy and giggled. "Woah there tiger, only very good, responsible boys get to do that. No, you have to go around the back to show me you're sorry." The pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock and the grip she had on me was enough to drive me crazy, but the thought that Suzie wanted me to fill her ass up in my shower was almost too much. Suzie lined me up perfectly against her asshole and made sure the soap was ample enough to ease my entry. I pushed against the puckered, tight hole that I was being told was my repentance. She grunted and began to sigh. I'd never done anything like this before but figured slow and steady would be my best bet. Her hand was keeping me from going in too far or too fast. I felt pressure and warmth, all of it lubricated by the soap Suzie had applied. "I can't believe how tight your asshole is Suze," I gasped. She was concentrating on taking my whole length inside of her. I felt like she was trying to make an impression because she wouldn't stop until every last inch was stuffing her. "Please make sure you get me nice and clean, okay?" Suzie asked once her soft, soapy ass reached my pubic bone. I began to pull out and thrust back in, each time watching her lovely face tense up with a mix of pain and pleasure. Soon that pain melted into a look of release. "You feel so good filling me up, oh...baby it feels good!" It was my turn to play. "Ya Suzie? It bet it does." I sped up. "You come into my shower, out of the blue, use me as a fuck toy and you're surprised that I know how to make you feel good!?" A rush of adrenaline and lust overcame me and made me want to show this enchantress that I could also run the show. Her hand went right to her pussy as she began rubbing her swollen clit furiously. Clearly my change in pace had done something to her because she was getting wild. "Fuck me Jack, make me feel good. Only you Jack, I only want you to do this to me baby. You make me so fucking horny I don't know what to do!!" she said, bouncing onto me. Her asshole was puckering around me and the scent of her pussy's lubrication was easily overpowering the smell of soap the more she rubbed herself. The whole situation had me so rock hard, so desperate to fill this new hole up with soap and cum that I began to tear into her, forcing her to brace herself against the shower wall. One hand was still doing its work, pushing her to the brink. "You want me to fill you up with cum!? You obviously need this, but are you ready for it!?" I was getting very close. "If we do this, then I don't want this tight ass out of my sight ever again!" Suzie was loudly moaning and, as she was panting, she shouted "I'm yours, do whatever you want to me, I need this so bad...I'm fucking...oh...I'm coming!" She came, her pussy pulsating on the other side of the wall I had been rubbing against. I could feel my own cum about to shoot out. I pulled my cock out of her just enough so that the head was still inside of her. I gripped myself and stroked until all of the built- up pressure released into Suzie ass, my other arm wrapping around her to hold myself up as my legs began to quiver and shake. Shot after shot jetted out into her and I knew my balls were just about as emptied as they could be. Pulling out of her completely, I watched as white cum continuously leaked from Suzie in spurts. I watched into fall onto the shower white ceramic, proud, satisfied, and exhausted. From the looks of it, so was she. I spun her around, slowly, standing her under the running water and said words I repeat until today. "I don't want to be without you, Suzie." I kissed her gently and ran my hands through her wet hair. Suzie pulled back but was visibly excited. "So we're doing this?" she asked. "Ya," I began embracing her in the steamy shower, "looks like it." I Can Explain Too This is a sequel to "I Can Explain", a very funny story written by my friend RPSuch. It is written with his permission. Please read his story first, as this won't be clear at all without knowledge of that story. Also, those of you who have read my other stories will think I've lost my mind, more so than usual. Ever since the events my wife Sandy narrated in "I Can Explain", I have been having some problems managing to do the field experiments that are needed to give a realistic understanding to the events I try to portray in my writing. I knew my story on infidelity would be both physically and emotionally accurate if only I could fill out the gaps in my experience. After all, as I told Sandy a number of times, "You have to live it to understand it." I had all the information I needed on the female reaction to finding one's spouse in bed with someone else. Indeed, Sandy must have thought I had missed parts of it, as she never seemed to tire of repeating the way she felt that night. In fact, I finally had to assure her I had no need to listen to her discussion of that night any more and she was wasting my time by bringing it up again. What I needed were the gut reactions of the male. I had depended on Gloria to provide those from interviewing her husband after he arrived. However, Gloria was no help at all. I suppose I should have known that after she called hysterically that same night, telling me Doug had thrown her out of the house. I had asked her if she had managed to take any notes on his reactions but she kept bursting into tears. I really was disappointed in her lack of professionalism. Here she was presented with the opportunity to share not only the extreme actions that Doug was demonstrating, but also her own emotions at being locked out of her own house, and all she could do was weep. Speaking of Doug, his childish reaction to the scenario Gloria and I produced for him was in itself interesting but almost useless. Granted, his physical violence had allowed me to closely observe the working of the Emergency Room staff on a busy night, but his refusal to answer the simplest question about his feelings without curses and threats gave me no insight into the what a man felt under those circumstances. I mused that I should have employed a tape recorder, or perhaps a video camera. Naturally they would not do much towards delving into the underlying psyche during the discovery phase, but they would capture the overt emotions. I mentioned it to Sandy that the next time I would do well to more appropriately use technology. Unfortunately, the comment triggered another rehash of her feelings. I couldn't understand it. I had repeatedly told her I had all the information from her I needed. I restrained myself from telling her to shut up, as previously I had let those words slip, and the resulting scene went on for hours. More valuable time wasted. I did find it very difficult to find another female author to repeat the situation with. Apparently Gloria, or more likely Doug, had been spreading vicious rumors that I was partially responsible for the break up of their marriage. I narrowly avoided being called to court when their divorce hearing took place. In one way I was disappointed, I could have got some great notes on what went on, but I probably would have been too closely involved to record the event dispassionately. Amazingly, after all her extraneous comments, I was astounded one day when Sandy called me and told me she had solved my problem. She had made the arrangements and I needed to be home that afternoon by 6 p.m sharp. I tried to query her about just who the woman might be, but she refused to answer, telling me it would work better if the whole thing was a surprise. I was a bit uneasy, not being in control of the situation, but I reassured myself that Sandy was aware of what I needed and could be relied upon to arrange things. An unexpected meeting with my published ran over and I was almost an hour late when I got home that day. I hoped the woman would be understanding. I also hoped, and was rather embarrassed at the thought, that she was attractive. After all, I wasn't doing this to cheat on Sandy. It was purely professional research and I was glad she understood that. But it would be easier to provoke the proper response of the husband if she was good looking. Noting an unfamiliar foreign luxury car parked in the driveway, I parked down the street. This way only the wife's car would be apparent to the husband when he arrived. I dashed to the front door and sprinted up the stairs. "Sandy?" I didn't hear any response to my low-pitched call. After all, I reasoned, it was possible my late arrival had ruined things and, if so, I didn't want to create a disturbance. I was hoping that was not the case. I was grateful to Sandy for making these arrangements. I had no idea how much trouble she might have had doing this but didn't want her to have to do it again. I did catch murmurs and strange noises coming from the bedroom. Since the door was ajar I walked in without hesitation. Sandy was on the bed, apparently nude. On her back, her head hung over the edge of the bed, Her lower body was hidden by a sheet. Well, a sheet and the body of a good sized male. One of the strange noises I had heard was explained. It was the slapping noise of their bodies meeting as she matched the thrusts of his lower body with upward punches of her hips. At my gasp they both looked up. Or at me anyway, since Sandy was on her back her face was upside down to me. Before I could say anything she spoke sharply. "Good God, Johnny, where in the world have you been? You were supposed to be here an hour ago. Stephen has been performing nobly but I think he's about given up the ghost. Another ten minutes and he would be passed out and we would have to repeat the whole thing another day, and lose the initial surprise factor. "Now I have two video cameras set up. One on the doorway to catch your reaction, the other on me to record the sex here, should you have any questions later. I also put your pocket tape recorder right there at the door. You can record your thoughts on it. Its quicker than writing and I can help you transcribe them later." I stood blankly in the doorway, still unable to comprehend the scene in front of me. "By the way, this is Stephen. He works at my office. He's not a writer but he thinks your research ideas are amazing and was willing to do all he could to help you. Perhaps you can use him as a character in one of your fictional writings. Stephen, this is Johnny." "Hi Johnny. Wow, its an honor to meet you. Sandy has told me so much about you. I'm really proud to be able to help you." As genuine as his admiration seemed to be, I would have felt better had their bodies not continued to pick up speed. "Just a moment honey," Sandy apologized. She looked up at Stephen, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave a wild yell. I jumped as he answered it with one of his own and their bodies locked together for what seemed like thirty minutes, but probably wasn't any longer than one. With a groan, Stephen managed to finally roll of her and sit up. He held his head in his hands for a moment. He carefully shook it, as though worried something was loose inside. He reached for the clothes on the chair and rapidly dressed. Staggering slightly, he paused to thank me for the opportunity to help me with my story. Rather shyly, he asked if I would please let him know when it was published as he wanted to save copies of it. I wanted to assure him I would, as any author can always use another fan, but I seemed to be suffering from speech loss and could only nod. He smiled wearily and descended the stairs, clutching the handrail as he went. I heard the door shut and the car drive away. Sandy had collapsed onto the bed, the sheet still across her midsection. She opened one eye, rolled onto her stomach to look at me right side up and frowned at me. "What are you doing just standing there? Get busy. Write things down. The cameras captured your physical reactions but you need to write down the emotional ones while they're still fresh in your mind. Good Lord, Johnny, I've just spent two hours having sex with Stephen. I think I'll be sore for a week. While I suppose I could do it again if you really needed me to, I'm sure that the emotional reaction wouldn't be the same as it is now." I found that I couldn't even talk. I felt my mouth open and close several times without a sound being produced. Sandy all but swore. "For goodness sake Johnny, get on the stick. You'll end up watching the whole thing on tape several times at this rate, if you don't get that shocked look out of your eyes and concentrate. You've probably missed significant details." I managed to make a croaking noise. I wanted to explain that this wasn't what I planned for, to tell her about the shock and dismay I felt when I came in the door. But that WAS the point of the scenario. Wasn't it? She shook her head. "MOVE Johnny. On the desk over there is the list of questions you asked me when you arranged to have me catch you and Gloria in bed together. I felt I couldn't improve on them. In case you've forgotten my original answers, they're over there also." Finally I managed to speak. It wasn't brilliant. "How could you?" I felt like an idiot. "I mean, I thought that you were setting up something... that is... I didn't think that you would..." My voice trailed off. Somehow I didn't think this was the time to bring up that I thought she was setting me up with another married woman. "What are you blathering about?" She demanded. You've been telling me you needed to know this for your story. And after all, as you always tell me, 'You have to live it to understand it'. Now you understand it, just like I do." It crossed my mind there might be the slightest undertone of satisfaction in her voice. Based on how I was feeling right now, perhaps I should have found another way to research infidelity for my story. It seemed that it was rather disturbing to find one's spouse with someone else, even more so than I had realized from the previous encounter. I organized my spinning thoughts and started to ask Sandy another question. Before I could broach the possibility of there being something beside the stated reason for this scenario, she started to snore. I shut off the cameras and sat at the desk. I stared at my wife, her face peacefully angelic and her body glistening with sweat. Then I focused on the questions and began to write. The End