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Gone Wild

By: CSimmon39



My name is Sara Lee no relation to the cake people. I have been married for twenty one years to the same man and I have two children. Ken age twenty and Jill age eighteen. My husband Jack is 43 this year and we all live together happily. Jack is in real estate and owns his own business. Ken goes to the local junior college while Jill took a position at her Dads' company. I stay home and do every things Mom's are supposed to do. So there you have it we are a normal happy family with out issues or any great amount of stress and since my husband makes a fair living we are considered to be upper middle class. 

Not too long ago I was browsing the internet looking for answers to a few health questions about aging. Not that I am that old yet but we girls do have issues as we approach that magic mark of forty. 

I got into Google and either missed typed or screwed something up because I got a list of local nudist camps. Curiosity got the best of me and so I went into it deeper. Jack had at one time talked about getting a motor home to do some traveling both local and long distance. One camp that was in the northern part of our state said it was clothing optional and a (close knit group) I of course had no idea what that meant until I got down to the fine print at the bottom of the opening page. There in small print was a note that said "Swingers welcome." And the swingers had there own part of the park to stay in that was exclusive and private. 

I am neither stupid, naïve or unknowing about such things as alternative life styles. But I am not well educated about such things because I have never come in contact with any one that openly admitted to swinging or being into wild or gay sex. As I went into the Adult page I saw pictures of couples holding hands and sitting with other coupes supposedly in the private section of this campground. There were pictures of girls hugging girls and one picture of two couples with the ladies sitting in their husbands' laps and another picture of the same ladies sitting in the other mans lap. I guess this was to suggest that they were willing to change partners. Then the pictures got more expressive but only in a suggestive way. One lady was kneeling in front of a man but there was a large shadow so you could not see what she was doing but it was obvious that she was engaged in oral sex. Then another picture the same lady was bent over at the waist and a different man was behind her but here again the actual point of contact was blocked from view but he was supposed to be making love to her from the rear. 


I wondered if those people really did that or if this was just a lot of bull. But at the same time why would they do this and have there picture taken if it was not true. 

That the bottom of this page there was a (click here) if you wanted to go to a more sexual explicit site for adults only. I was really getting into this so I clicked.

Now don't get me wrong I have had a happy marriage and Jack is a good lover. We enjoy a full range of sexual encounters and we freely express our sexual desires and often play sex games such as roll playing. For us it is fun and gives us a different way to express ourselves. We are both into oral sex and if Jack wants to have anal sex with me I let him because he is gentle and takes his time to get me relaxed and enlarged. So we are not in great need of sex from others and I have never found I needed to go out side the home for sex or love. If jack has ever gone out on me I don't know about it. Neither of us has ever shown any sign of being jealous but on the other hand we have never needed to be. 

At the country club there are a few guys that tease me and flirt in front of Jack but Jack had never shown signs of it bothering him and the same goes the other way as well. When Jack is at the pool there is little doubt about his manhood and I have seen more than one of the ladies looking at him. But it has never bothered me. Jack shows his love for me every day and I for him. 

As the site popped up there was a list of things to see on the side bar and you had to click again on what you wanted to see. I had no idea want I was doing or even why I was here. But one of the listed sub-sets was "Mature" so I clicked again. 

The first thing to come up was a picture of a woman about my age with a sizable cock in her mouth. No big deal I had watched myself in the mirror many times. Then the next was a lady that was a little older with large breasts and a rounded belly but still a fine figure with two men. A series of pictures included her holding each mans erection and her sucking each in turn and then her with one man screwing her and her sucking the other. The picture showed one man with his cock in her pussy and the other man with his cock in her behind. I looked at this and wondered if she was really enjoying this or was she just a paid participant. I went through several grouping when I clicked on one that stopped me cold. 

There was a picture of a lady I knew. I did not know her personally but I knew who she was and where I had seen her. She was the lady that takes in clothing at the Dry Cleaners I use. Her name is Ester Carr. A handsome lady a few years older than me I believe. 


Ester is a tall handsome lady with dark hair, bright blue eyes and a wide smiling mouth. She is busty and she dresses to show off her fine figure. It never occurred to me she was really advertising herself. But now that I see her fully naked I can understand why the men would enjoy her. She really has a nice body. I was taken in by the way she looked so happy with these two men that were happily enjoying her charms. One was between her long shapely legs licking her very hairy cunt and she was sitting up looking very sexy with a thick cock on her mouth. I let my eyes roam over the pictures over and over again. I started to feel aroused and slightly excited by feeling what happiness she was enjoying. At the end of the picture array she has her mouth open and both men were spurting cum into her mouth. There was cum on her face and breasts and I was really feeling aroused by this series of pictures.

It was only mid-day so I quickly found a few items that needed cleaning. I drove the short distance to the cleaners and was thrilled when I saw her standing at the counter all alone. I was almost shaking as I laid the garments on the counter. She said "Hi Mrs. Carter. How are you today?" 

I stood there my mouth a gap and too full of excitement to say a word. She repeated her "How are you today?" 

I said "I am fine. I am fine." I was making stupid child like sounds but I could not take my eyes off her.

She saw there was something different and asked again "Are you alright? Is there something wrong?" 

I was so excited I never thought I would not be able to handle this but I was simply out of my mind. I said "I saw you on the computer. You are so beautiful naked and you looked so sexy. Your, your so. Oh my oh my; I am so sorry I should not have said anything. I am so sorry. Please for give me. Please." I stood there like a dummy just looking at her. 

Ester broke into a wild smile and said "Would you like to go have a cup of coffee and relax a bit?" 

I must have said 'Yes" because a few minutes later we were seated in the diner across the street in a back booth. A cup of coffee sat in front of me and Ester said "Don't be upset okay. I am not shamed of what I enjoy and I enjoy sex fully and completely. I don't mind if they take pictures and publish them on the web. I love sex and at my age I really don't care who knows. But you seen disturbed by it for some reason. Why is that?"

Words did not come quickly but Ester sat there waiting for me to find the right words. 


Finely I said "Ester I have been happily married for over twenty years and I have never fooled around or even wanted to. But some thing happened seeing you with those men. You looked so happy and so engrossed in your own pleasure. It set me on fire and I was very excited by it. You looked so beautiful and sexy. I think it was because you liked doing what you were doing." 

Ester said "Look Sara I know you and I have seen your husband. I think you're happily married. But I also believe that there is always room for a little fun in a woman's life. I bet if you had one afternoon with me and one of my friends it would make you feel like a whole new women. It is not that you and your husband don't have a great sex life because I bet you do. But there is something about doing what other think of as Taboo that makes it so exciting." 

I blushed and said "I never could do any thing like that."

Ester stood taking me by the arm and said "Come on; my apartment is just around the corner. Come on and I'll show you a video that will knock your socks off."

I didn't want to go but the next thing I knew I was in her apartment holding a drink while Ester pushed a VHS tape into the VCR. This was much different because it was like a XXX movie. Jack and I have watched XXX movies many times but what made this one special was that the girl in it was sitting next to me. The movie was into the good part were Ester was on her knees suck a guys cock when Ester said "Pull off your panties and we can masturbate while we watch." 

I did and was enjoying the movie and getting highly excited at the same time. I was fingering myself and I was near having a climax when a guy appeared out of no where. He was naked and he had a long hard cock pointed at Ester. 

"Sara this is my friend Tony. Tony say Hi to Sara. Sara is a customer at the store." Ester said very casually and I stupidly looked at his cock but did not say a word.

Tony came and sat between us on the sofa. I as so shocked, embarrassed and ashamed I could not move. Tony said something to Ester and she quickly bent down and started to suck his manly cock. I was watching the video and what Ester was doing all at the same time. But I was still fingering my self. Then Ester straighten up. She reached across Tony and cupped her hand behind my neck pulling me down. 


I took hold of Tony's cock as I went lower and lower until I opened my mouth and this cock was in my mouth and I was sucking a stranger's cock as intently as if it was my husbands.

Ester moved around so she was beside me and I was now on the floor in front of Tony. Ester was there beside me kissing me on the neck. A moment later I was grabbed from behind and a cock was forced up my wet pussy from behind. I again was taken by complete surprise and I was so shocked I could not move or reject the temptation to see what it was all about. I was being forcibly fucked and the cock in my mouth was swelling rapidly. I felt Tony was about to cum. I some how did not want to disappoint him so I kept on sucking his cock as deep as I could. The rather large cock in my pussy was ramming me fast and hard. Who ever it was sure know how to please a lady. Even though right now I did not feel much like a lady. 

Tony came first and his thick sperm was so sweet I was again surprised by it. Sucking cock and swallowing sperm is nothing new to me so I happily sucked all he had for me. Then I felt the rapid fire cock in me start to spit strong warm rivers of sperm deep inside of me. I could not stop myself I let go with a climax that shook me to the bone. I choked on Tony's sperm as I jerked my own spasm of cum out of my fully cock filled pussy. 

The guys left as quickly s they had come. I was left lying on the floor breathing heavily and still not fully aware of what had happened. Ester sat beside me and hugged me to her. 

"Well you handled that well." Ester said.

My cloths rearranged I staggered to the door. I found my car and race home crying and not sure yet had happened to me. A quick shower and douche helped me get back to feeling like myself again. 

When the kids came in I was so afraid I looked like a lady that had been well fucked and it showed. But it was as usual a "Hi Mom" and off to their rooms until supper. Jack had left a call that he was going to show a house later and would be home about seven o'clock of so. 

I placed dinner on the table and told the kids I was going to wait on jack and retired to my bedroom. 

I was so shocked at what had happened to me and I was shamed at myself for allowing it to happen I started to cry. But as I played the whole thing over in my mind I realized that I had not done one thing to stop it. 


I had not tried to stop it and not once did I say any thing to stop the guys from doing what they wanted with me. I had even climaxed and I must say it was one hell of a climax. I had swallowed Tony's sperm and enjoyed it. I even enjoyed the rather large cock in me. I never asked who he was. All I wanted to do was get out of there and quickly. I would see Ester later when I picked up the dry cleaning. I was not hurt and nothing showed to give a way my afternoon of indiscretion. I started to laugh at my self. After all I did not have to look at that web site. No one forced me to go with Ester to her apartment and at any time I could have said "No" but I did not. So it was all my own fault. 

Jack came in late and was tired so after he ate and we sat around talking about his day; thank heavens not my day Jack went to bed early. I watched TV not really watching but using the sound as a back drop for my thoughts. One moment I was up and excited the next I was down and totally ashamed of what I had done. The next I was excited all over again and at one point I even thought of calling Ester but gave that thought up quickly. At last I turned the TV off and just rested in the dark. I must have fallen asleep for a while after all I needed it. I woke and felt my way up stairs. I was about half way down the hall when I saw my daughter slip into Ken room. At first I thought nothing of it because I knew the kids were close and often talked to one another about deep serious subject like girlfriends and boyfriends...

I paused at the slightly open door. Ken was saying "Come on get in here I have been waiting on you." Still nothing registered. 

Jill said "I can see you have been getting things hard for me. Do you like to jerk off waiting for me?" 

Ken replied "Oh shut up and suck my fucking cock." 

Jill laughed and said "What wrong didn't you fuck your teacher today?"

Ken said "Christ you're beautiful now suck my cock." 

I was dumb founded and scared at what I had heard. Was my son and daughter having sex? Were they engaged in a unholy incest affair? My knees gave out and I all but fainted I slumped to the floor and sat there for a long time. I was sure I had fainted after I sat down because when I came too it felt like it was much later. No voices came from Ken's bedroom but there were sounds that were unmistakably a bed being used for something but not sleeping. On hands and knees I peak in through the crack. The night light seem to be like a beacon as I saw Ken's bare ass bouncing up and down between Jill's legs and Jill moaning happily. My son was fucking his sister and she was helping.


Ken jerked and rolled off Jill quickly. Jill sat up and move to take Ken cock in her mouth. Jill was sucking the cum out of his cock as fast has Ken could cum. I watched fascinated and in awe of my daughters eagerness to suck her brother off. But it was better than having Ken cum in her. Ken told Jill she was the best cock sucker he knew. Jill said something and moved so I got up and moved quickly to my bedroom. 

No sleep that night. I was so shook up and unsure of what turn my life had taken in just one day. I did not get up the next morning and when Jack came in to kiss me goodbye he asked if I was feeling alright. I said I was then added it was a female thing. Jack laughed.

Jack was gone off to work taking Jill with him and Ken was off to college and I was again alone to cry, scream and feel sorry for my self. I stomped around the house crying like a kid having a tantrum and yet I had no idea why I was so upset. I knew the kids were old enough to have sex and I had thought they were having sex for some time but not with each other since both kids had boyfriends and girlfriends. 

I drove about aimlessly and thoughtlessly until I ended up at the cleaners. Walking in I stood there looking at Ester. Ester grinned and said "Hi Sara. How is it today?" I think she meant my sex. 

I said "Can we talk?" 

"Not now I am short handed today." Ester said.

I was about to say more when a neighbor came in and started to talk to me. Ester handed me the key to her apartment and said she would be over for lunch and we could talk them. I left my neighbor while she was still talking. This was rude I know but I was too upset to stay. 

As I reached the third floor and had the key in Ester's door Tony came down the hall from the other way. I took this to mean he lived here also. He followed me into the apartment. I told him Ester would be along soon and I was just there to wait so we could talk. But Tony was not having any of the talk only stuff and came up to hold me and kiss me.

I did not want to react to his advances but he was so young I saw that now in better light. Tony was no older than my son but when he place my hand on his crotch I was set on fire. His kisses were like flames rekindling me to a hotter fire than the other day. His hands were on my breasts and I fumbled for his zipper. 

Tony picked me up and carried me to the bed. He slowly removed my clothing and his own. Naked we were in each other arms holding one another tightly. Tony was rubbing a finger tip along my wet crack and I had a hand full of his rock hard cock. His cock was no larger than Jack's but it seemed to be harder. It felt so different and so hot to my touch. 

"Sara, turn around so I can lick you cunt and you can suck my cock." Tony said. 

We were soon head to foot with me on top with his cock in my mouth and Tony under me with his head up between my legs licking my pussy. This was one thing I had always enjoyed and I was very quickly near a climax. Tony moved to get out from under me. He got me up on all fours and plunged into me from the rear. I lowered my head to the bed and let Tony have his way. 

This boy was a good fuck and I was again very near a climax. Tony must have sensed this and again pulled out before I could climax. This time he rubbed his cock head up over my rear entrance and pushed the head hard against my anus. Jack had not fucked my ass for a few weeks so I said to Tony "Take it easy and use lots of lubrication. Work a finger in first until I get relaxed." 

Tony did as I asked and I was sure this was not his first ass fucking. Tony worked a finger in my ass and spread the opening until he got two fingers in me. He found some K-Y jelly in the night stand and covered his cock and pushed some in my ass. Tony said "You got a great ass I am going to enjoy this."

Tony started slow and allowed me to build to a state of arousal as he grew larger and penetrated deeper. I was reaching a wonderful high and it was so fantastic I was screaming for Tony to fuck me harder. I cried out "Oh God." And then shuttered with a tremendous climax. Tony felt me squeeze his manly cock as I climaxed and this set Tony off. His wonderful cock exploded inside my bowels and flooded me with hot sperm. Tony cried out "yes, Baby, yes." As he filled my ass with cum. 

"What a great ass fuck." Tony said just before his cock slipped from my ass. Tony got up and went to the bathroom and I wiped cum from my well rimmed ass. 

When Tony returned he laid down beside me and said "I think you're great Sara." 

Blushing I thanked him. I looked into his young blue eyes and wondered if he was as old as my son. I reached for his cock and held it until he became erect again. I was just feeling his cock and milking it slowly. I was just playing and it felt good to feel such a young hard cock.


Gone Wild Ch. 02



Before we get into this let me say that I loved every E-mail I got in response to part one... I had not intended to write a part two until I got so many requests for it. I only hope I can do justice as a follow up. Also thanks to the 61,135 by my counter that at least looked at my story... made my day...

After Jack saw how uncomfortable I was even though I had had oral sex with my son. Jack made the kids back off and Jack held me as we went up to our bedroom. There Jack talked and reminded me we had over twenty good years of love and togetherness. He reminded me how eager we were to have sex when we were younger and also that neither of us were virgins when we met. I began to relax and see the world through less narrow views and my eyes opened to see that Jack truly loved me and what had happened with he and our daughter was mostly her doing encouraged by our son. 

I had to cry a little and when Jack came to hold me I did not resist him at all. He made love to me that afternoon and I felt loved more than I had in many years. We always had a good sex life but as many that have been married for many years we had become slightly complacent. He explained that he had to go to the office and he would be home later to take me out for dinner at the country club. He said nothing about the kids coming along and I thought this might be a very nice evening just for the two of us. 

Jack showered and left for the office taking Jill with him. I showered and rested on the bed to let all that had happened these last few weeks sink in. I had had sex with two strangers and one as young as my own son. I had allowed myself to be dragged into an incestuous relationship with my son and here I was thinking of how much I loved my husband who had been having sex with our daughter. This was just too much too think about and I fell asleep crying and feeling the stress of the whole situation. 

I woke as the bed shook and beside me was my son naked and hugging me to him. I pulled back and said "This was not appropriate and had to stop." 

Ken said "Mom you owe me more than that little blow job in the kitchen. You owe me a fuck and that is what I want now." 

I struggled to get free of his arms but he was too strong for me. He wiggled a leg between my legs and forced my legs apart. Ken was quick and knew just what he was doing as he rolled up and slithered down until his cock was touching my wet pussy. I stiffened my legs holding him at bay for a few minutes but he flexed his legs and pushed down I felt this cock enter me. I said "Ken Please not now ... Please let us think about this." 

But it was too late Ken lifted my hips up and off the bed ramming hard into me. He was longer than his father and it felt larger as he seemed to fill me up. I felt something rip inside me and I knew I was tore open some where deep inside. I cried for Ken to stop but he was all crazy and not listening to me. I pleaded with him to stop but he only raged on. It started to hurt and I felt the ripping as he pushed deeper. I thought that if I had just relaxed this all would be over and I would not have been hurt. My resistance was what caused the damage inside me. Ken was just a little crazy with need. Need for his mother. After all I had sucked him off willingly. 

I cried out for him to not cum in me and this some how got his attention. He moved more slowly but never stopped. The pan lessened and I felt he was close. I again repeated my demand for him not to cum in me. He looked at me for the first time. Then lifted him self up pulling free of me. He sat up with his cock aimed at my belly. He lifted himself up on one leg and on one knee he offered me his bloody cock to suck. He wanted me to make him cum so I did. I tasted my blood and his sperm all mixed together. I just wanted to finish this episode and get away from my own son. 

Ken was still crazy and roughly forced his cock into my mouth jerking his hips and wildly fucking my mouth. I gripped his cock and held him from going down my throat. He started to climax and his sperm was hot, pungent and very strong. It reminded me of something that happened along time ago... he finished and pulled free. Ken looked down at me and for the first time he looked apologetic. I think his brain kicked in and he knew he had just raped his mother. He looked so ashamed he left the room without another word. I found it very hard to get up but made my way to the bathroom were I filled the toilet with blood. I douched and the pain subside somewhat and the bleeding stopped after a while. 

I found a box of Tampons and used two. I took two pain pills and went back to bed. Again a cried and wondered how I was going to tell Jack what our son had done to me. 

I fell asleep and woke to the ringing on the phone on the night stand. I had been sleeping deeply and was in a fog when I picked the phone up.

It was Jill; she sounded so strange she said "Mom," then started to cry uncontrollably. 

I was still some what in a haze and it took me a minute to ask "What it is Jill? What is wrong?" 

She dropped the phone and as I called into an empty receiver a male voice came on. "Mrs. Cater? Mrs. Jack Carter?"

I said "Yes"

This it EMT Towers I am at your husbands office. I am sorry to tell you but your husband has had a heart attack. He has been transported to General Hospital. He seems to be responding well and should be find. You can call the hospital or go there I am sure the doctor can give you more information than I can. Your daughter is badly shook up and may need to go the hospital as well. If you want to come by here I and my partner can wait for you. The local police are here as well if you would like to talk to them?" 

My knee became weak and I fell back on the bed. I had not even known I was standing. The young man on the phone asked if I was alright. I said I was and that I was on my way to the office to get my daughter and then we would go to the hospital together. He said again he would wait and I said I would be there in ten minutes.

I pulled on Jeans and a T-shirt and flew out the door. Once in the hall way I poked my head into Ken's room but he was not there so I ran to the garage and drove to Jack's office.

Jill had recovered herself and seemed much better. She was still crying as we got into my car. Jill grabbed my arm as I reached for the key. 

"Mom, its was all my fault. I made Dad have sex when he returned from showing a house. I made him; I made him have sex with me. It's my fault." She was screaming and shaking so bad I could not get a grip on the steering wheel. 

I grabbed her and we hugged and cried together until she settled down and I told her it was not her fault and for her to settle down. Jill seemed to pull herself together some and fell back in the seat still crying.

We arrived at the hospital and were told Jack was still in intensive care but we could wait in a room near by. 

Jill and I hugged and before long we were talking and Jill again repeated her assumption that is was her fault. But I told her it was not and she seemed to feel better. I wanted to change the subject so I asked her if she knew a young man named Tony that worked at the college. 

She looked at me and I could see her brain working and it was turning away from the matter at hand. 

Jill said "Tall dark haired guy with a really nice smile?" 

I nodded "Yes" 

"Yes he is very nice guy. I have talked to him a few times. I think he likes me but he has never made a pass or tried to date me. I think he knows I date Ferguson and don't want to get in the middle. But he is cute and much nicer that Ferguson. I think his last name is Carr. Yes; that's it Tony Carr. How do you know him Mom?"

There was a knot in my stomach as I realized Tony must be Esters' son. "My God was the whole fucking world screwing there own children?"

I smiled and said "His mother is the lady at the cleaners we use." 

A doctor came into the room I stood and I felt a wave of nausea hit me. I remember looking at Jill and that was it until I woke later in a hospital bed. It was much later and the room lights were set on low. A curtain was pulled part way around the bed. Jill was asleep in a chair with her pretty head all twisted and hanging over the back of the chair. I knew she would have stiff neck when she woke. I looked at her and was happy she was my daughter but was not too happy when I thought of all that was going on in our lives. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

I woke to the touch of a nurse holding my arm with a blood pressure cup attached. I asked what had happened. She smiled and told me I had lost a lot of blood and had needed a transfusion. I asked how long and she said over twelve hours had passed since I was admitted. I asked about Jack and she said as far as she knew it was recovering nicely. I asked about Jill and she said she had gone home to change cloths and would be back later.

All this told me nothing at all. Food was brought in and a Doctor followed telling me I had hemorrhaged and that it had taken some repair to stop the bleeding. He said I would be sore for sometime and I would not be able to have sex for even longer. He asked if I had been raped. I said "No." He did not believe me but let it go at that. 

I was told Jack was doing well and in full recovery. I made my way to his room the next morning in a wheel chair. He was asleep and when I thought about it I left. It was a dumb idea because Jack would have wanted to know why I was in this chair. So maybe I could get back out the door and walk in just as far as the edge of the bed. As long as I did not move around too much I was sure I would be okay...

I visited Jack and that went well. Jill returned and she seemed to be much better. So all in all we there doing well and Jack did not know I was also in the hospital. Jill came and took me home two days later and it felt good to be home. Ken was not there and Jill said she had not seen him since Jack's heart attack. 

Two months later we three were home and living a normal life once again. Jill would bring home papers and information about work. Jack had a really good lady to manage the business and all seemed as if it would work out for us after all. Ken had e-mailed us that he was traveling with friends from college for the summer and would keep in touch. Jill told me she had never told Ken father had a heart attack so when I e-mailed Ken back I did not tell him either and I did not say anything about what he had done to me.

One evening after a light dinner Jack asked if we could have some kind of relationship again. I told him in time I thought but not until his doctor said is was okay. Jokingly he asked if a blow job would count as sex. I said I though it would and even a hand job would be too much. We had made it through nearly three months without sex. This had to be some kind of record for us. 

Jill had heard us talking and joined in saying that she had a new boy friend and smiled at me as she said she was seeing Tony Carr. I was jolted and my nerves jumped like a Mexican bean. But here was noting I could say just then. Jack asked if she was having sex with this young man. Jack was asking in a joking way and because he wanted to feel some kind of sexual involvement. Jill looked at me and said so her Dad could hear. "Do you think this old man can handle a little sex story?"

Jack was hurt by the word "Old" but he was smiling and so was Jill. 

Jill jumped up on the corner of her Dad's bed and said "Daddy; you want some kind of sex to see if you can handle it and I want to tell you about this wonderful man I met. So if you promise to not get overly excited I will tell you about our first date and how Tony's mother caught us in bed."

In my mind I guessed it was a set up and not an accident that Ester caught Tony and Jill screwing. 

I could see this was leading to something else and I had to wonder just what Ester and Tony were up to. I some how guessed that this might lead to a two family get together for sex and debauchery all around. But going with out sex had been as long for me as it was for Jack and I felt my needs spring into high gear as I remembered now well Tony had serviced me twice. 

Jill started her story of how they met and how Tony smiled and acted so shay then how Jill had mentioned her going to a movie later that day. Of course this was like an invitation for Tony to join her. He had and they had there first kiss in the movie. Tony had also felt her breasts as they kissed. This was followed by our brazen daughter's eagerness to feel his cock. Jill had opened his fly and played with his cock in the movie. Jill said it was so hard she just had to go down of him. So their relationship went from a smile to a blow job in one afternoon followed by a long lingering fuck at his apartment where his mother just happened to walk in on them. 

Jill explained how excited this made Tony. Seeing his mother looking at him naked and with her some how excited them both and before we knew what was going on Ester was naked and in bed with us. 

Jill said because of our family's incest relations this did not bother her at all. Ester was eager to suck Tony's cock. Jill was pushed by Tony into going down on Ester and licking her pussy while she sucked Tony off. Jill said Tony then fucked her until he filled her pussy with his sperm and then Ester licked her out. Jill said in that one afternoon she had enjoyed sex more than any time in her life. I could believe that. Hell I was so not I was busy fingering my self as Jill told her story. Jack was hard and playing with himself. Jack seemed to doing well so I started to suck him while Jill slipped her pretty head between my legs and licked my very wet dripping pussy. 

I wondered how I was going to tell my daughter that Tony and Ester have been fucking for a long time and Ester seeing Jill with Tony was not the first time. 

I guess I better go see Ester and have a talk about our kids and what we are going to do about any further relationships between our two families. Besides maybe Tony will be home. Oh my, what would Jill think if she knew her mother was thinking of fucking her new boy friend?

Jack got his rocks off and I sucked him gently so there was as little stress as possible. Jill thrived in the fact that she could get her mother off and enjoyed every drop of my sweet juices. 

Jill went to the office for her Dad and I went to the cleaners the next morning. Oh what a great day this could turn out to be......

Next part III soon: A visit to the nudist camp. 

Camping can be such fun...



Gone with the Wind



Hi folks. I have lots of warnings about this one. First off this is a long story. So those of you who'd been looking for one of those can be happy, everyone else should probably break it up into chunks and read it at their leisure. Secondly after all of the wild and crazy things I've done over the past month or so, this story has no time travel or alens or sci fi. This is a story about normal people going through an abnormal situation and moving on. Last week AlleyKat and I lost a person that was very dear to us. For a few days I didn't write a line, Kat had to pretty much make me start writing again. I was also unable to hook up with my usual partner in crime becuase she celebrated a very big very important birthday and had to paint several towns red. So for this story I received help in the editing department from a friend of ours Callista Fornio (her internet handle is CalliFornio) be nice to her because she's a college student (Go Blue) majoring in English and this is the first thing she's ever edited. Any goof ups in the story or plot are mine, but if you like it say nice things about her in your comments. SS06

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I stood there with tears in my eyes as I watched the two men. One of them was David...my David. He held the other guy, Steve Windham, down and pounded him, while a few of Steve's friends looked on in shock.

The worst thing about all of it was that it was my fault. I don't think it was totally my fault, I think it was mostly the storm. Let me go back. 

I married Dave Thomas ten years ago when I was twenty three years old. I'd been a waitress after dropping out of college and Dave started coming into the restaurant I worked at. He was handsome and friendly and we knew a few of the same people. We ended up dating and things just got to the point where I couldn't imagine living the rest of my life without him.

Luckily, he felt the same way and after living together for a year we got married. We have all of the typical things that most young couples have. We have our house, of course, two beautiful children, three cars and a fairly good nest egg put away. Or at least we did until the storm came along and changed all of that.

The storm was awful. Michigan isn't one of the usual tornado disaster states. We usually have a few small twisters that do some damage in a limited area but nothing like the one we had last year that started all of this.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I'd gotten up that morning and made breakfast for the kids before they left for school. I didn't have to make anything for Dave because he was out of town on business and I was pissed about it.

That business trip had really angered me because it had made me take stock of my life. I actually had no life. I had no identity. I'm not Lisa Thomas. Lisa Thomas doesn't exist. At least I didn't exist as a complete and independent person. I felt like I only existed as a reflection of the people around me. I'm Dave's wife, not Lisa. I'm Kyle's mom, not Lisa. I'm Wendy's mom, not Lisa. I couldn't remember the last time I'd done something alone and by myself or for myself. No matter; I don't exist. 

Okay, I did have lunches with my friends every once in a while. But those only made the problems worse. Those lunches only served to further illustrate, how little I mattered in the world. Most of my friends worked outside of their homes. And most of my friends weren't married.

So every time we got together all we talked about was their jobs or their careers or some new guy they were chasing. Or some guy or guys they'd hooked up with. To tell the truth, before I met Dave, I was kind of a slut. But now it was ten years later and all of my once steady college friends had caught up to me in wildness and left me behind.

When I compared my life to theirs, mine seemed dull. I mean I love my kids and I truly love Dave, but there are times when I wish I'd met him later rather than sooner. There are times when I also wish that we'd waited before having our kids. 

And I know that lots of you are thinking that since my kids are in school, I could go out and get a job. Well, I tried that. The problem is that while I was in school, I wasn't really good at it. I wasn't anywhere near serious enough about going to classes and I bombed out big time and wasted a lot of money. I ended up quitting college and becoming a waitress.

So a few years ago, I registered for classes at the local community college. Dave was very supportive. He encouraged me to go and bought me a laptop and helped me with my homework and everything. The problem was, of course, me. I just didn't have the focus for even the remedial classes that I needed to establish a baseline. 

They started me off with the basics. They gave me Literature, Creative writing, and Mathematics. After those I'd have Algebra, History and a general Science class. Those basic six were prerequisites for the more specialized and intense courses I'd need to take once I declared a major. They were important though, because they contributed to my overall GPA. Failing one of them, might've resulted in needing to repeat it, to get into some of the classes I needed when I figured out what I was going for.

My faculty advisor assured me that I didn't need to worry though, because any high school kid could pass the classes. They were intended to just get me back in going to school mode. The problem was that I just couldn't do it. I couldn't sit in that classroom with a bunch of kids and young people and read page after page of drivel. I don't like poetry. I found Shakespeare to be boring and not even vaguely connected with real life. I don't know where commas go and no one uses them anymore anyway. I couldn't write three pages about what I'd done over the summer to save my ass. Dave ended up dictating my entire paper to me. I had never, ever at any time in life been good at Math. I still think that LCD's, either have something to do with TCBY, or you listen to music on them. Dave was beyond helping me at that point. He was coming home after working all day, and spending another two or three hours trying to explain my Math homework to me. After a while, it was easier and less time consuming for him to just do the problems for me.

Of course when the time came for the tests, I failed them all because I had no clue of what was actually going on in any of the classes. School just wasn't for me. That meant that the jobs I was most qualified for had something to do with my life experience. I considered going back to waitressing and eliminated that from consideration. Why the hell should I stand on my feet all day catering to people when I did that at home already anyway?

So after dismissing school and work, I looked elsewhere for stimulation. I decided to spice things up with Dave. For months we experimented with slightly kinky sex. Dave was willing to try everything I suggested, until I brought up swinging. He shut me down so fast I still get dizzy thinking about it. 

Maybe that was what made it seem so attractive. Dave is a good guy. He rarely ever refuses me anything. He works his ass off so that his kids and I can have almost anything we want, whether we need it or not. Swinging was the first thing that Dave ever just abjectly refused to do for me.

So I decided that I'd slowly move him away from his abject refusal. I brought up the possibility of us doing a threesome with one of my more attractive single female friends. I figured he's go for that in a heartbeat. After all, what man doesn't want to have two women, right?

My husband Dave that's who. Dave wanted no part of a threesome. So that shut down all of my aspirations in that department. He also started looking at me funny. I should point out here, that there was nothing wrong with our sex life. Dave had always been a very good lover. He was probably the best I'd ever had. The problem was...well when you eat steak every night, you start to want some chicken or some fish. 

When we had our next luncheon and I told the girls about it, they were disappointed too. I didn't find out until later, that they'd been hoping that I'd have picked one of them to be the third person in my threesome.

For a couple of weeks Dave watched me intently. I didn't figure out why until I noticed the computer one afternoon while I was cleaning up the office. Dave had been reading a bunch of stories on the internet by writers like, CPete, Saxon Hart, FD45, HueDogg and some guy named Just Plain Bob. At first I didn't figure it out until I noticed that they were all stories about women who cheated on their husband. After I figured that out I noticed that not very many of them ended up with the guy forgiving his wife and moving on with their lives together. Most of them ended up with the women pretty miserable. That Just plain Bob guy did apparently believe in forgiveness but he was in the minority and some of the things he did in some of his stories, Dave was never going to even consider.

When Dave got home that night, I confronted him. 

"I'm not cheating on you Dave," I told him. "I have never even considered being with another man since we got together." The look of relief on his face was very clear. He hugged me then for the first time since I'd asked about the three-way.

"Lisa," he said. "I love you so much. I think I'd just be too jealous to ever share you, even with another woman. I want you all to myself, forever."

He went up the stairs to change out of his work clothes. I felt so much better that I couldn't believe it. The problem was that I didn't know why I felt better. I still felt like there was something missing in my life. I still had that feeling that the world was passing me by and that everyone else was doing exciting things and I was just stuck in the mud.

More and more I found myself daydreaming about my carefree college days. So that was the mood I was in on the day the storm hit. 

My kids are very bright. So they go to a special school for gifted children. It was put together by the under-secretary of education under the Clinton administration. Charles Xavier had a lot of interesting theories about childhood development and helping children reach their full potential. Xavier's school for gifted children is one of the best schools in our area. To be truthful, I really wasn't sure what all of the hype was about. The most gifted thing about most of the brats that attended the school was the fact that their parents had the gift of being able to afford to send them there.

Anyway, we lived in the suburbs that were pretty far removed from the inner city. The school was located downtown near the river front. It was a long bus ride of about forty minutes for the kids every morning. I always offered to drive them but they loved being on the bus with their friends.

As spring had finally sprung, the grass was getting greener and the days were getting sunnier. We'd also had a lot of rain and a few thunder storms. That morning I'd decided to go and try shopping at the new farmer's market they'd set up near the river front. I had visions of buying fresher fruits and veggies and paying far more reasonable prices for them. 

Of course that wasn't what happened. I got down there and was victimized by a group of yuppies who'd all bought farms and retired because they couldn't handle the stress of the rat race. They all swore that they were growing pure organic fruits and veggies that had never been sprayed with pesticides or any type of chemicals and therefore were far healthier for my family.

It sounded good when they said it. And when they described how they had lovingly pampered each and every single apple through each and every day of its growth, I was sold. The problem came when I discovered that these fruitcakes had actually given every fucking piece of fruit a name and treated them like family members. That also meant that there was simply no way they could let them go for anything less than five dollars per apple. So I ended up not buying nearly as much fruit as I'd thought.

I later also found out that pure organically grown fruit doesn't have any preservatives, so it goes bad a lot faster. And when I say a lot faster, I mean a lot faster. Those beautiful apples with names went bad overnight. I also read a report on a study from independent farmers that proved that organically grown fruit is actually no healthier for you than any other fruit.

But back to the story, I was there in the market trying to arrange financing for a package of strawberries when the sky started to go dark. I could tell it was going to rain and soon. Some of the farmers were loading their produce and then their kids, in that order, into their trucks.

I grabbed my bags and put them in the back of my SUV. I decided that it might be smart to get home too. I'd been planning on stopping off at the kids' school, but decided to let that wait for another day. 

Almost as soon as I got into my truck the wind started howling and blowing things over. I smiled and thought about how lucky I was that I'd left when I did. As I took off down the road headed for home I was glad to be in my giant truck. It was a gas guzzler but it was very durable and very stable.

Before I even got on the road the rain was coming down in sheets and the winds were stronger than anything I remembered driving in. I decided to get on the freeway to get out of town and there were police cars with sirens blaring almost everywhere I looked.

I turned on the radio to get some news about the storm and couldn't believe what I heard.

"Conditions for Wayne, Oakland and Macomb counties are conducive to the development of a funnel cloud. Listeners are advised to seek shelter immediately..."

"Great," I thought. "A possible tornado and I just put our lawn furniture out. I needed to get home ASAP."

Before I'd driven even a mile the water on the ground was rising. I smiled again because my truck has huge ground clearance. Too bad for those people in their tiny sports cars, it sucks to be them. Many of them had to drive around seeking alternate routes as the level of the water swiftly rose. I tried to go down a ramp onto the freeway but the cars were backed up and not moving.

I saw a siren as a cop on a motorcycle slowly drove by and told us to get off of the ramp and seek shelter because they were closing down the freeway due to flooding. I put the truck in reverse and that was when I started to worry. If I had to drive all the way home via the surface streets, it would take me a lot longer. Shit, my lawn furniture would be gone. It would probably be destroyed or simply blown away by the heavy winds. 

I started driving through the city as slowly as I could. I looked out for trouble and found it often. Things seemed to be getting worse by the moment. The winds were howling so loudly that I could hear them through my closed windows. My SUV's high profile wasn't making things any easier either. I could feel the truck threatening to blow over at regular intervals. 

There were also a couple of times that I saw trees blowing down and one of them blocked the road I was on and caused me to have to backtrack a couple of blocks.

The man on the radio was absolutely no help. He scared me more than the weather did. He made it seem as though the end of the world was occurring at that moment.

A crash of thunder, so loud that I thought my head would split open, rent the air. I saw lightning strike a power pole off to my side and wires were down and crackling. Before I knew it I was trapped in the car with no way to move either forward or back. To the front the downed power pole blocked my way. To the rear the live wires which could possible electrocute me. I rolled down my window to try to see behind me.

The rain poured into the window soaking me. I looked behind the truck and could see the wires crackling. I got out of my truck and heard a scream. "Move lady," someone shouted. At the same time I heard a cracking sound. Instinct took over and I just ran blindly. The shout, coupled with long forgotten genetic memory and my blind dash probably saved my life.

The loud cracking that I heard was the sound of another tree coming down and it landed squarely on the roof of my truck. If I had hesitated, you'd be reading my obituary now instead of this story.

The wind was blowing so hard I could barely stand against it and my clothes were soaked to the skin. 

"Over here, lady," I turned in the direction of the barely audible shout. There was a man who looked vaguely familiar to me standing just inside of a building that looked like it had seen better times. But it did have a heavy metal door and it was made of concrete. I headed towards the building as fast as my legs could carry me, which with the winds I was fighting wasn't very fast.

As I got near the building, yet another tree came down near where the lump of twisted metal I used to call my truck stood. The man grabbed my arm and pulled me inside of the building where thankfully it was dry. 

The building turned out to be an outdoor storage unit for a construction and landscaping company. There were four other men huddled inside of the building. One of them was in his early twenties and another had to be at least sixty. They were all shaking their heads and talking about how terrible the storm was. They had a small radio and were getting disaster reports and weather reports.

It turned out that the storm system that had moved into our area had produced several tornados already and the national weather service was asking that everyone remain indoors for the next three hours.

Even as that registered some large object blown by the wind crashed into the side of the building. All of the lights went out. Two smaller dim bulbs that were anchored to the wall came on.

"Main power is probably down," said my companion. "Those two are probably on some type of battery powered emergency circuit."

I looked at him and nodded. He smiled. "You really don't remember me do you Mrs. Thomas?" he asked.

I shook my head. "That's actually a good thing," he smiled. 

"Why is that a good thing?" I asked.

"Let me use my psychic powers," he said. "Your name is Lisa Thomas. You have two children; a boy and a girl. Your son's name is Kyle and he wants to be a baseball player. Your daughter's name is Wendy. You don't live in the city, but your kids go to Xavier's..."

"How do you know all of these things about me?" I asked warily.

"Your daughter Wendy has two friends that she hangs out with in school. The twins, Melinda and Belinda are my daughters," he smiled. "Wendy has been to my house several times."

I recognized him then and felt more at ease. "Why did you say that it was a good thing that I didn't remember you?" I asked. 

"Because I'm not often home," he began. "So when you drop your daughter off or pick her up you wouldn't see me. The last time that you and I laid eyes on each other was at the PTA meeting about extending the school day. You were totally for it and I was totally against it. You and I ended up having a shouting match across the floor and they had to silence us. After the meeting we saw each other from a distance and you called me an insufferable asshole. I heard you and called you a bitch."

I laughed. "And you still saved my life?" I asked.

"We may be on different sides of some educational issues, but basically we're the same sort of people," he said. "What we both want is what we think is going to make life easier and better for our kids."

"You're right about that," I said. I looked him over.

"Steve Windham," he said, extending his hand.

Just as I took his hand there was another huge crash as something large and heavy hit the side of the building again. 

"Holy shit that was a car," said one of the guys.

"Close that God damned door and lock it," said one of the other guys. "The winds are too high out there and I have a really funny feeling."




Gone with the Wind



"Push everything you can against the doors, just in case the locks don't hold," said someone else.

All of the men started running around the storage building moving things and dragging them against the doors. Just when they finished doing that the glass in the one small window in the building shattered. They got a heavy cabinet and pushed it in front of the hole.

I was more frightened than any time in my life before that. 

"We're going to be okay," said Steve. "Your biggest problem is going to be getting your insurance guy to prioritize the claim on your truck."

"I'm scared," I said. There's this weird thing about men. Even when they're scared shitless they try not to show it. Some of the men had gathered around one of the two emergency lights and were playing cards while all hell broke loose around us. I didn't understand how they could concentrate to play a game while the building we were in could be destroyed at any second.

"It's okay," said Steve. He wrapped his arm around me and hugged me. Just as I started to tell him how good that felt, something else crashed into the building and this one hit with much more force. It actually cracked the cement in the rear of the building. We could tell because you could see a splinter of light through the crack that hadn't been there before.

I freaked out. I grabbed Steve like he was a life preserver. The storm's intensity was rising outside. "We're going to die!" I said.

"We'll be fine," said Steve. He had dropped his arms but I was still holding him like there was no tomorrow. The other men were paying us no attention. Steve pulled us into a shadowed corner.

"Try to think about something else," he said.

Another huge crash hit the side of the building and I pushed myself even more firmly against him. My breasts are fairly sizable and they were pancaked against his chest. He tried to back up but I grabbed him and wouldn't let go.

"Uhm, Lisa," he said. "I'm uh..."

"I don't care," I hissed. "Please don't let go of me. I'm really scared." He wrapped his arms back around me and another huge thunk hit the building. This one was closer to us. I don't think the guys that were playing cards could see us. They looked in our direction and then back at the cards. 

I noticed then that Steve had an erection from our close quarters and I knew that I probably should have moved away from him right then. But my fear of death and the storm made me forget about anything other than my own comfort.

And Steve, bastard that he was, knew what was going on, so he took full advantage of it. He started pressing his erection directly where it would do the most good. Before I knew it he was dry humping me. The arms that had previously hugged me, as a gesture of humanity, slid down my back and cupped my ass cheeks, pulling me into his now rampant dick.

"It's just the storm," he said. But somehow the smirk on his face made it seem far more sinister. 

I don't know when he did it but he had lifted my skirt and was rubbing the bare skin of my ass. My panties were soaking wet. 

He moved a few inches away from me just as another crash hit the side of the building and I tried to yank myself back against him. He smiled. "Relax baby," he said. "I'm not going anywhere." He released his belt and his pants dropped around his knees.

That was another time that the screaming in my head told me to move away. But my fear, mixed with the boredom in my life screamed just as loudly. "No one will ever know," I told myself. Steve had shed his underwear as well as his pants. His dick was so engorged that it looked angry. It was probably no longer than my husband's dick and definitely not as thick. But it was a different dick. And it was attached to a different man, so that made it exciting. 

I won't lie. I knew what was going to happen and I let it. As he eased himself back against me, I leaned back against the wall and removed my sopping wet panties. I dropped them in the corner as he wrapped his arms back against me. He leaned in and nuzzled my neck while pushing his naked dick against my slit. My pussy was so hot and so wet that it was bubbling over. He tried to kiss me then but I twisted my head away. Somehow, I had subconsciously, decided that letting him fuck me was okay but kissing me was out of the realm of possibility.

His mouth took a firmer set then. It was like my refusal to kiss him had insulted him somehow, or turned what he'd taken as a romantic moment and turned it into just a fuck. It didn't bother me because that was the way I had viewed it from the start.

He lined himself up and pressed forward. His dick sliced into me but the angle was wrong and it came out. It didn't hurt or anything it just felt strange. I think that should have told me something, but a wet pussy just wants to be filled.

I canted my hips back and lifted one leg to give him a better angle. He held the leg I lifted and then slid home. One he got inside of me he started thrusting himself in and out. We just looked at each other as we grunted our way through it. 

We were having sex. I knew that of we continued for a few more minutes I'd have an orgasm, but it just felt empty. It was thrilling, it was exciting, but I really believe that all of those feelings came from the fact that what we were doing was wrong. He knew it and I knew it. It was that whole stolen fruit is sweeter thing.

Then I turned my head and noticed that all of the other men, all four of them were watching us. That, more than anything Steve was doing, made everything hotter. Involuntarily, I grabbed his ass and urged him to pump me harder and faster. My squeals of pleasure came out naturally. Not because the sex was good, but because as I've mentioned before, I'd been kind of a slut before meeting Dave. And the thought of having sex with a man I wasn't married to, while four other men watched, turned me on big time. 

They started to come closer even as the storm outside grew in intensity. The next thing I knew they were all around us. One man, one of the older men, reached out and squeezed one of my breasts. He started tweaking the nipple and then lowered his head and sucked it. His rough tongue drove me wild. 

Another man grabbed the other breast and squeezed it. "I've got next," said another guy. Even as he declared his intention, Steve stiffened and let out a yell as he let he sperm go, deep inside of my pussy. 

"Oh Shit, that was good," he said.

The other man a shorter, fatter man had already undressed. He pushed me down onto my back and pushed my legs apart. The next thing I knew he was fucking me on the dirty bare concrete floor of the storage building and I was letting him. Even in my days as a college slut, I had never had more than one man at a time, so I was going out of my mind with lust and excitement. 

Guy number two didn't last very long. My back was sore from him pounding me into the floor. But I was in such shock at the nastiness of what I'd done that I didn't care. The old man pulled me up and got me on my knees. He positioned himself behind me and pushed his small thin dick into me doggy style. For an old guy with a small dick he was energetic and he had me going. I was sure that if he kept it up I was going to cum again. 

As he sawed in and out of me he started to tease my asshole with his fingers. I had never been much for anal. Dave and I had done it a few times over the ten years that we'd been together but it had never been something that either of us was really into. But as the old man sawed his magical dick in and out of me, I stopped caring about the finger trying to get into my ass. 

Then when I was on the verge of that orgasm his finger pushed itself past my anal sphincter in one quick movement. A wave of pleasure so intense that I almost blacked out flashed across my nervous system. He kept on driving his dick in my wet hole and that finger up my ass and I was powerless. I started pushing my ass back against both of his appendages, I just wanted to cum badly.

But before I could reach my climax, the old man failed me. He pulled out and sprayed his thin sperm across my back. The next guy flipped me back over and started fucking me again. I didn't care who it was or what he did to me I just wanted to cum.

This guy was the biggest one of them and he just pounded me like a piece of meat. Strangely it didn't get me off, it just hurt. As he pounded me someone stuck a dick in my face and pressed it against my lips until I opened them. The dick was moist and smelled awful and I realized that it was one of the guys that I'd already fucked. I was sucking a mixture of spent sperm and pussy juice and sweat off of it.

The guy pounding me got off of me and I was glad. The old guy was pulling his pants up but Steve and another guy were grabbing my arms. The short fat guy got down on the floor on his back and Steve guided me down onto him. That was much better. This way I could control things or so I thought. Steve pushed me forward and then got behind me. He eased his dick into my open asshole as the other guy fucked my pussy. That was it. I think my eyes rolled back in my head. The two of them worked into some kind of rhythm that had my pussy throbbing and me screaming out in pleasure. The big guy stuck his dick in my mouth and just grabbed the sides of my head and fucked my face like it was a pussy.

"Shit, her ass is tight," said Steve. He didn't last very long. When he got off of me he slapped me on my ass so hard I was sure he'd leave a mark. "God damn what a slut," he cried. As I looked over at him I realized that the last guy in the room. The younger one had never touched me. He was still some distance away staring at me wide eyed as he recorded what was going on with his phone. 

The old guy had gotten dressed. He opened the door and we noticed that it had stopped raining. The storm was over. The old guy waved and went outside leaving the door open. The big guy left too, but he didn't even bother to wave. The short fat guy was still fucking me. He reached up and squeezed both of my breasts together. Then he pulled me down and he tried to kiss me too. I was horrified at what I'd just done. Even if no one ever found out about it, I couldn't believe what I had done.

The next thing I knew a jet of warm fluid dribbled into my pussy. The man under me just pushed me off of him and started getting dressed. "I gotta get out of here and get home," he said to Steve. He didn't bother speaking to me. I suddenly realized that to all of these men I was just a whore. I was some piece of meat who'd let anyone fuck her. I didn't even know their names but I'd let all of them do whatever they wanted to me without even putting on a condom. How did I even know whether any of them had any type of diseases?

As the true details of what I'd done cut through to my consciousness, it was as if someone had punched me in the stomach. If Dave ever found out about this I'd be in the worst trouble of my life.

Even as I got up and started to pull my skirt down Steve pushed me back down onto the floor. "Come on slut," he said. "One more for the road."

"No!" I said sharply. "I don't know why I did this in the first place. I'm not this kind of woman."

He just laughed. He backed me up to the wall and started rubbing my tits and my body betrayed me again. 

"Come on baby, I'll be quick," he slurred. "And I'll give you a ride home."

I just nodded and started to get down on the floor. 

"Just stand up and bend over," he said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "I wanna fuck that tight ass again. It's way better than your pussy. Plus I'm the only one that got you there. You can't be too careful. Who knows what they shot into your pussy. Plus if you don't mind me saying it your pussy is kind of loose. Your husband's dick is probably bigger than mine." He bent me over and just rammed his dick up my ass. He was thrusting away comfortably. It took longer that time because he'd already cum twice. The whole time I kept seeing Dave's face and how hurt he'd be if he ever found out about any of this. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I silently cried.

It took an event like this one and what had happened to me to make me realize exactly how stupid I was. All of my whining about how boring my life was and how I felt like I wasn't a person was bullshit.

I had been a person all along. So what if people sometimes called me Dave's wife. That's who I was to people who knew me through Dave. Being Dave's wife was a badge of honor and a title that I should have embraced whole heartedly. It meant that out of all the women that Dave had ever met, he'd narrowed them down to the few that he'd dated. He 'd further narrowed those few down to the even fewer that he'd had long relationships with and had narrowed those down to the one woman that he'd wanted to spend his lifetime with, have kids with and grow old with. That one cherished woman was me and I had defiled that honor.

Sure, little kids called me Kyle's mom or Wendy's mom. But that's who I was. I gave those kids life. They had grown and developed in my womb and were a physical part of me. They were wonderful kids and I was proud to be their mother. 

Then I thought about not having a career or a job like my friends did. I had suffered through going back to school and failed. But even then, it didn't mean anything because most of the people there were desperate. They needed school and career to define them and to make their lives better. I had didn't have that level of need or desperation because every time I got home, my husband was waiting for me. Every time he saw me he just lit up like there was no tomorrow. And I knew, in fact, I'd always known that he'd do anything on the face of this fucking planet to make me happy. I didn't need a career because I already had one. Some of my friends were dying to move up the ladder to become an office manager. I was already ahead of them. I was a family manager. Dave might have brought in the money, but where it was spent was up to me. I'd been such a fool not to see it before. 

And all of my friends...they actually WERE smarter than me. They constantly pointed out all of the things I couldn't do anymore. But every God damned one of them had jumped at the chance to be the third in my threesome. Each and every one of those bitches wanted to be where I already was. That was why they were always going out to clubs and every other place that they thought they might find a guy. I didn't have to do that anymore because I'd found my guy a long ass time ago.

"Oh Jeezus, Ah'm gonna cum," grunted Steve behind me. How's that for excitement? I was so lost in my thoughts that I'd forgotten he was back there. A few seconds later he shot a few warm drops of semen into my bowels and then pulled his rapidly shrinking dick out of me. I pulled my skirt down and he found his pants and pulled them on. A few minutes later we stepped outside of the building and into a nightmare zone.

A couple of people came running over to us. There were more people around my demolished truck. 

One of them stuck a microphone in front of me and started asking me questions. I kept my face down. I didn't want to be seen on TV and especially not on the fucking news. If Dave ever saw that news report, he'd have all kinds of questions and my husband is nobody's fool.

We didn't talk to the TV crew but Steve did do an interview with the newspaper crew. They proclaimed him a hero and took us over to a local hospital for treatment. From the way I was acting and the story Steve told them, he was some kind of knight in shining armor. They believed that Steve had saved my life and helped me through the nightmare. Meanwhile, I was a damsel in distress and was probably suffering from some type of shock.

* * * * * *

Dave

As I looked out over my audience, I could tell that my presentation was going over really well. The audience was engaged and listening and asking great questions. I had expected my presentation to last for about thirty minutes, but with all of the questions between slides and me trying to give thorough answers, I'd already been speaking for just over an hour. There was a lot of nodding of heads and conferring amongst the audience members as well. My boss Ted, who was also a friend, had the biggest dumb assed smile on his face. I could see dollar signs in his eyes and hopefully some of those dollars would roll my way.

As I started to wrap up my presentation, Ted's assistant Darlene came into the room with a really intense look on her face. She whispered something in his ear and they both stared right at me. I knew then that something was wrong and it involved me. 

I did the last segment of my presentation and started taking questions. Ted shook his head no and made that rolling gesture with his hands that told me to wrap things up. I told my audience that they could go over terms with the finance guys and if they had any further questions for me there was a stack of my business cards with all of my contact numbers on the table with our brochures.

I stepped off the podium to a round of applause and Ted grabbed my arm and guided me out of the room.

"Dave, there's a car waiting outside for you," he said. "There's a major storm about to hit back home. They think there's going to be a tornado. You'd better get back to Lisa and the kids. Here's the key to my house. I live further out from the city than you do, so my place should be safe. But stop by and check on things for me if you can. I'm going to stay here and rake in all of this money that you shook loose. Great job, Bud, now get home to your family. Dar is going to pack your stuff from the hotel. Your plane leaves in twenty seven minutes, so get the fuck out of here before they close down air traffic to Michigan."

"See you in a couple of days, Ted," I said. Then I hurried out of the auditorium. Darlene had pre-boarded me so all I had to do was go through security, present my credentials and get on the plane. I think I'd only been in my seat for ten minutes when they closed the gate and we taxied onto the runway. While I'd been waiting I'd checked the local weather on an app on my iPhone and the most severe parts of the storm were supposed to be center around the city with the possibility of severe winds and hail in the outlying areas.

I was pretty sure that my wife, Lisa would have kept the kids home from school that day. I checked my phone before the flight attendant let us know to turn off all electronic devices, but except for the call I'd gotten earlier this morning, I had no calls from home. The storm hadn't really arrived in the area yet and the flight was only an hour and a half so there was nothing to worry about yet, but I had a bad feeling.

The flight was uneventful. I left the airport pretty quickly since I had no bags to retrieve. I checked my parking ticket and went to lot A-14 outside of the Davey terminal. When I got there I remembered that I'd driven my Jeep to the airport because I refused to leave my Mustang anywhere ever. My car had not only, never seen snow; it had never been rained on. And with Ford whining about going away from the retro design for the next generation of Mustangs, my car would be a classic soon.

I got into my Jeep and drove to the gate. After paying my parking fees which were almost as much as the flight, I headed for home. 

I decided against calling Lisa. I thought it might be fun to surprise her. Even as I made the drive towards home the weather began to change. It had been cloudy while I was leaving the airport, but those clouds had thickened and even though it was barely afternoon, it was getting dark. The wind had also started to rise.

Detroit Metro Airport isn't actually in Detroit. It's in the Detroit Metropolitan area, near Romulus, Michigan. I called Lisa again and still got no answer. Then I realized that I'd been calling our home number. If she was out of the house she'd never answer it. Out of curiosity, I tried calling the school that our kids went to. 




Gone with the Wind



That was when the funny feeling I'd had got worse. It turned out that my kids were at the school and the principal suggested that I come and pick them up before the storm arrived. I told him that I was on my way.

I figured that Lisa was out shopping somewhere and had no idea of what was going on. I'd been married to her for ten years, so I knew her like a book. Lisa made schedules and decided what she wanted to do in advance. Once she'd scheduled something, like a shopping trip or to paint the garage, something as minor as weather wasn't going to dissuade her. She probably had no idea that the storm was coming. That was probably why she'd taken the kids to school. I loved her but sometimes I just couldn't figure her out.

I was, however, looking forward to seeing her. I'd been away from home for two days but it felt like much more. I guess when you love someone as much as I love Lisa; any time away from them is too long.

I turned on the radio as I drove. The first voice I heard coming out of the speakers was a guy who was screaming so loudly that it sounded as if his head would explode. I started laughing. It was Mike Valente screaming about MSU football as usual. And while he screamed at the top of his lungs, as if he was debating the fate of the world, his on air partner Terry Foster, played both calming influence and Devil's advocate at the same time. The juxtaposition of Valente's East Coast bred histrionics and Foster's urban and urbane cool made them a very unique and successful radio duo. I never missed their show when I was in town.

Besides sports they delved into other areas like local politics and men's issues. But before I got into the show enough to find out what was wrong with MSU, Valente was interrupted mid-rant for an update from the national weather service. The storm was going to be far worse than I'd thought. 

It took me a lot longer than I expected to reach the school. By the time I drove into the school's parking lot the winds were blowing trees down. I didn't trust the parking lot so I pulled around to the rear of the building, put my jeep in four wheel drive and parked right in the lee of the building itself. The Jeep was close enough to the building that I was almost scraping the paint. I figured the kids and I would just all get in on the driver's side. 

But by parking that close, the building offered shelter from both the winds and falling trees. I got out and ran around to the front doors. Just as the winds whipped higher and the lighting started to flash, I pounded on the door. 

One of the custodians let me in. The principal came running out as we closed the door.

"Hey," he said. "You'd probably be better off waiting the storm out here with us. All of the kids and the teachers who haven't left yet are in the auditorium. It's the safest place. It's in the center of the building so we have walls around us on all sides and no windows. If things get really bad and the building's walls are breached there's that area under the stage that would put us underground with another added level of safety. We'll be fine there until the storm blows over."

I thanked him and followed him into the auditorium. Once there I looked around the room and saw several familiar faces from Parent/Teacher conferences and school events. Then I saw the two faces I'd been looking for. Kyle came running over to me and hugged me around my legs. A few moments later, Wendy who was slightly older at almost eight and therefore needed to act cool, reached me, followed by those adorable twin girls she always hung out with.

"Dad, I'm bored," she said. "Where's your iPad?"

"Outside in the Jeep," I said.

"Can you get it?" she smiled.

"Nope," I said. "I can't believe you'd send me out into the storm just to get you my iPad. We're in the path of a dangerous storm and possible a tornado, Honey."

"But you're like Super dad," she smiled, wrapping me around her little finger. And to be truthful she had me considering it. 

"Here," I said grudgingly. I handed her my iPhone. "It's got all the same games and apps. The screen is just smaller. Let me know if your mom calls." She and the two twins took off for a corner of the room where they could play games. Once they'd found something to erase their boredom, bothering to talk to the rest of us was no longer important.

The principal had, of course, been correct. The auditorium was a great place to ride the storm out. The most severe part of the storm had only lasted for about forty minutes. Inside the auditorium, there was so much concrete and steel between us and the building's outer shell that we didn't even hear the winds or anything else. 

When we emerged from the auditorium after about an hour, the landscape outside had totally changed. The large wooden playground structure had been blown to bits. There were several damaged cars in the parking lot, including two that had been crushed by falling light poles. There was an uprooted tree that blocked the road in front of the school too.

"Well Mr. Peterson," I said, shaking his hand. "It's been fun. I assume that you're going to do a damage assessment. After that if you need any help putting things right, give me a call. I'm sure most of the parents would pitch in to help too. But for now I'm going to get the kids home."

"I've already thought of something you could do to help," he said. 

"Name it," I said.

"Your daughter's two best friends are here too," he began. He lowered his voice then so no one would hear him. "Their parents are about to divorce. Their mom threw their father out of the house. We don't have a bus driver available to run them home so if you could...?"

"No problem," I said. "I've taken Wendy to their house a couple of times. I've never really met the parents but I remember my wife getting into a shouting match at the PTA with their father. It's sad to see any family torn apart by...whatever it was."

"Is your car okay?" he asked. 

"Let me go outside and check before we move the kids," I said.

I quickly ran around to the back of the building and except for being covered by a few tree branches and a coating of mud my jeep was unscathed. I started it up left it in four wheel drive and pulled it away from the building. I drove back over the curb and around in front of the building. I saw an opening in the fence near the play-scape that I could get out of, and by doing so avoid the tree blocking the road in front of the school.

I went inside the building and grabbed the kids. They oohed and aahed at lots of things on the way to the twins' house. There were uprooted trees, crushed cars and demolished buildings all along the route. I tried Lisa's cell phone and it went straight to voicemail.

The twins' neighborhood, like ours, was far enough from the city that it hadn't been hit very hard. There were a couple of branches blown down but no major damage.

Before I even turned off the motor, the twins along with my daughter, Wendy, went bounding up to the house. The door opened up and a woman ran out and scooped the twins into a three-way hug. She was very attractive. She didn't have my wife's boobs but she made up for in other ways.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Thomas," she said. "I thought that I'd probably have to take a cab over to the school and bring them back. That would have cost a fortune."

"It's Dave," I said extending my hand. "And your house was on the way. Tell your husband that he can borrow..." I stopped in mid-sentence and shook my head.

"Sorry," I said. "I didn't think."

"It's not your fault that my husband is a serial asshole," she smiled. "What were you going to loan him?"

"Well if you call a tree service to cut that split branch down and to cut up the ones that have already fallen they'll charge you and arm and a leg. And the split branch is kind of hanging over your house so your insurance company will want it cut down. I was going to say that he could borrow my chainsaw and do it himself. It would save a lot of money," I said.

"So could I borrow your chainsaw?" she asked, smiling.

"Uhm, sure," I said. "I'll bring it by tomorrow."

"And I'll come over and play," interjected Wendy. "And you can make us lunch," she said to the twins' mom. "Of all of my friends' mothers, you make the best lunches ever."

On the drive home, I called Lisa a couple of more times and got no answer. I drove home and except for our new lawn furniture being blown all over the yard our house was undamaged. Two of the chairs that came with the umbrella table were bent so badly that they'd need to be replaced, but they were no big loss. I'd just go to Home Depot and replace them.

I got the kids inside the house and started making them a snack when the phone rang. By the end of the phone call I was white as a sheet. I ran next door and got the old lady who lived there to come over and watch the kids for me.

The woman on the phone had been from the hospital. Lisa had been out in the storm and seemed to be suffering from some kind of shock. 

I drove to the hospital as quickly as I could. Avoiding obstacles and damaged road surfaces made the trip take far longer than I'd have expected.

I was shown to a room where Lisa sat in a chair. Her hair was disheveled and her make-up was smeared and runny but she seemed fine otherwise.

"She wouldn't let us examine her," said a nurse. As soon as Lisa saw me she jumped up and leaped into my arms. 

"She was really lucky," said the nurse. "From the way I heard it, a power pole went down right in front of her. There were live wires all around her vehicle. A guy from one of the buildings nearby got her out of the truck and into a small storage building where they waited out the storm with a group of other people. Right after he got her out of her truck, a tree fell on the truck and crushed it. Then he got her to the shelter. If he hadn't gotten her out of that truck, she'd be dead."

"Wow," I said. "I'm really grateful to this guy, whoever he is." I noticed that Lisa stiffened in my arms then.

"Dave, I want to go home," she said. "I'm so glad you're here. You came home early from your trip for me?"

"I came home as soon as I heard there was a dangerous storm," I said.

"Oh shit!" she said. "The kids!"

"I stopped off and picked them up and took them home," I said, looking at her. "The school called me almost as soon as I got off the plane. They said they'd tried calling you several times. I actually sat the storm out inside of their school." Something was starting to bother me about this whole situation.

I filled out some paperwork for the hospital, despite the fact that they hadn't done anything for Lisa. I was sure that they'd figure out a way to charge me for things they hadn't even done. We were probably being billed for breathing their air and standing on their floor.

Lisa seemed to be fine though so I wasn't overly concerned.

As I got her into the Jeep and we started the drive home, our conversation did nothing to make me feel better about the situation. 

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" I asked. 

"I left..." she stopped suddenly. "I left my phone in my truck. I was shopping at first and I left it in the truck while I looked for...Oh shit! I bought us a lot of organic fruit. It was all in the truck. My purse is in the truck too."

"Honey, don't worry about it," I said. "You've been through a lot. I'll take you home and you can watch the kids. I'll go back to where the truck is and see if I can get your purse and your phone if they haven't been destroyed."

"You're too good to me, Dave," she said. "That's why I love you so much."

"I thought you loved me because I'm going to have to let you drive my Jeep until we replace your car," I laughed. "I'll try to get an insurance investigator to meet me at the truck. I'll even fill out the claims and paperwork. We'll start looking for another truck for you online tonight. Or do you want a car this time?"

"I was happy with my truck," she laughed. "You wouldn't believe how many cars were getting stuck or couldn't make through the water as it rose. Your Mustang would have been useless, Dave."

"You're high," I smirked. "My Mustang is so fast that I wouldn't have gotten caught in the storm. As soon as I found out about the weather I'd have driven to a different state."

When we got home I helped Lisa upstairs and into our room. I called the insurance company and they told me to meet one of their local claims guys at the truck. I was glad I'd called, because the woman I spoke to told me that if I'd waited until the next day, It might've been days before I could schedule an appointment. The cops might've moved the truck by then and it would be a lot more difficult to prove that the damage had happened the way Lisa and the witnesses claimed.

I started a tub of warm soapy bath water for her as she began to undress. She threw her tennis shoes away, they'd been ruined. She'd been wearing some of those footies under them and they went into the trash as well. 

As she pulled off her skirt I noticed that she quickly pulled it back up. She hadn't pulled it up quickly enough though.

"Lisa, where are your panties?" I asked.

"When I fell in the water they got soaked," she said. "I took them off because my skirt was long enough to cover everything and they were really uncomfortable. I was more worried about whether I was going to live or die than I was about modesty."

I noticed then that she didn't look me in the eye. I knew Lisa well enough to know that she was probably lying.

I turned and left the room. "I'm going to the truck," I said grabbing my keys off of the desk.

"Dave can't you do that tomorrow?" she asked. "I've been through hell. I need to have you here with me."

"I won't be gone for very long," I said. "And I need to be there when the insurance guy gets there."

I drove slowly across town to the place where Lisa and the report from the hospital had claimed she'd been picked up.

I had to look around for a while before I found her truck. It was awful. My heart started beating faster as I looked at the mass of twisted and crumpled metal, plastic and rubber that had once been my wife's vehicle. The tree had landed cross-wise on top of it. The whole truck was bent in the middle. The entire passenger compartment behind the driver's seat had been flattened. Strangely enough, I was able to pry the driver's side door open. As I started looking through the wreckage I heard the sound of a gun cocking behind me.

"Get out of the vehicle with your hands up," said a voice. "I can't believe the nerve of you bastards. How can you live with yourself...looting after an accident is the lowest...?"

"Officer, I think you've made a mistake," I said.

He grabbed the purse I fished out of the truck from my hand and went through it. He found Lisa's wallet and looked at her ID.

"The license that you're holding belongs to Lisa Thomas," I said. "But the truck doesn't belong to her. If you look at the registration for this vehicle, you'll see that it belongs to her husband, David Thomas. If you'll let me, I'll get my wallet out and show you that I'm David Thomas. So I'm not actually looting. This is my truck. I just came down here to find my wife's purse and her phone." He nodded at me and put the gun down. 

"Get your wallet out," he said in a much more polite tone.

Then there was a voice behind him. "Is either one of you Dave Thomas?" asked a guy who was just walking up. 

"He is," said the officer looking at my license. 

"I'm the insurance adjuster, you're schedule to meet with," said the new guy. The cop handed me back my license and just walked off. He didn't offer an apology or anything else. I had to call him back.

"Officer, can I have my wife's purse back? It doesn't go with your outfit," I said. He nodded and handed me the purse and then walked away.

I spent the next few minutes explaining to the insurance agent everything I knew about the accident and how it had happened. The insurance guy was trying to tell me that if Lisa had simply abandoned the truck in the roadway, that the insurance company wasn't liable for the damages. I assured him that she'd been driving the truck until the power lines and the fallen pole forced her to leave the vehicle. He wrote it up but he wasn't too happy about it. 

I looked through the truck and found Lisa's phone and a few other items belonging to her and our kids. I put them in the Jeep and was about to leave when I saw a guy standing in front of a small storage shed. 

He was a younger guy and was telling some other guys about going through the storm in that shed. Even though it was concrete you could tell that it had been through hell. They were all looking at something on his cell phone and were giving him money.

I joined the group but saw only a video that looked like the person holding the camera had been walking out of that shed.

He looked up at me and smiled. "Want to see something?" he asked.

"What?" I nodded.

"Just a video I shot during the storm," he smirked.

"Why are those guys paying you money to watch it?" I asked. 

"Samples up to a certain point are free," he said. "If you want to watch the rest of it you have two options. You can watch it once on my phone for 5 bucks or for fifty I email you the file and you can watch it forever."

"What is there about a storm that's worth fifty bucks?" I asked.

"Watch the free sample," he said. I shrugged my shoulders and looked at his phone. He pressed a couple of icons and the video started. At first all I saw was a scene from inside of the storage shelter. He showed some guys playing cards. As the video panned across the shed I could see a man and woman in corner together and I got pissed. They were clearly hugging each other and the woman was definitely Lisa. As I watched the man tried to back up and Lisa pulled him back against her. His hands dropped to her ass and I was grinding my teeth so hard I thought they'd break. 

He pulled up her skirt and had his hands on her panty covered ass. The next thing I knew he'd pulled his pants down and she'd pulled her panties down and dropped them in the corner. The guy stopped the video then.

"Five or fifty," he asked me, smiling. I looked around to see if the cop was still in the area and he wasn't. I punched the kid in the mouth as hard as I could. He dropped the phone and I picked it up.

"Look guy," he said. "I don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to make a buck."

"What else happens on the video and how did you get it," I asked.

"We came in here to get away from the storm," he said. "The woman was the last one to come in. She was in here with all of the guys. Steve saw her out in the storm and called her to come in there with us. They knew each other because their kids go to the same school or something. I knew Steve already because we both work for the company that stores equipment in here. He used to be a big shot at some other company but he lost his job and he's working for the landscaping company with me. That's why we had the keys."

"Anyway, we were waiting the storm out and the guys were playing cards. I was just playing with my phone and when I saw Steve and the woman I started recording it. He fucked her. And then the other guys did too. All of them fucked her and she let them. I didn't because, I'm engaged and I really love my fiancé and I was also scared of getting a disease. What kind of woman goes around fucking strangers? She has to be a really nasty whore. Steve even fucked her in her ass. He was really into her. He must've fucked her at least three or four times and..."

"Does your video show all of that?" I asked. He nodded.

"How much did you pay for this phone?" I asked him. 

"Two hundred dollars, plus a two year contract with AT&T," he said. I reached into my pocket. I didn't normally carry much cash but I'd been out of town and I learned a long time ago to carry at least some cash with me when I'm on the road.




Gone with the Wind



"Here's five hundred dollars," said. "Call the company and report your phone lost. They'll sell you a new one. You can even keep your old phone number after they turn this one off. I pulled out my check book and wrote him a check for another five hundred dollars. His eyes lit up. 

"I'm not complaining," he said. "But what's this for?"

"Consider it a retainer," I said. "...Just in case I have to call on you to testify. If you're needed I'll double this. If you're not, you still got a new phone and a thousand dollars."

"Dude I'm fine with it," he smiled. "I'm just wondering why you'd pay so much for some badly shot porn of some local whore."

"I'm the local whore's husband," I said. "And instead of me having to pay some PI ten or twelve grand to get proof for a divorce, I just paid you one tenth of that. And I got irrefutable evidence."

I walked through the storage shed and as I got near the back the smell of sex was still very thick in the air. I walked right into the corner and picked up Lisa's panties. On the way home, I tried my best to calm myself down. I had hundreds of questions that I needed answers to. 

I was able to distill them all down to only the two or three most serious though. The bad thing about it was that no amount of thinking and wondering made me change my mind. I pulled off the road and watched the entire video in the privacy of my Jeep. When I got done watching it, I no longer cared why she'd done it. I wondered how long she'd been doing things like this behind my back though. It could have been years. It was almost two years ago that Lisa had tried to interest me in swinging. When I'd said no, she'd waited a few months and tried to offer me a threesome with one of her friends.

I'd figured out right away that she was only offering that, to try to gently nudge me into something I had no fucking interest in. She'd start out by letting me fuck some hot chick she knew. The next step would be to tell me that it hadn't hurt our marriage at all. Then she'd tell me that it was only fair that she got to try another man, just to even things up. Before you knew it, we'd both regularly screw whoever we wanted and there'd be no real intimacy left between us. 

I'd shut her down as soon as she'd offered the threesome and I'd thought that had been the last of it. Obviously she'd been doing it behind my back. What Lisa hadn't realized is that from the very beginning I'd wondered what the hell would make her offer that. I'd read all kinds of stories on the internet and done a lot of research on the subject. 

What she really didn't know was that I'd taken my research further. Last year at our Christmas party Lisa had invited some of her old girlfriends. A couple of them had been too drunk to drive home and Lisa had volunteered me as the taxi.

It was really enlightening to hear two drunken women telling me how attractive they thought I was and how lucky Lisa was. I'd assured them that I was the lucky one, but they'd continued. They even told me that they hadn't thought that Lisa would ever get married, especially not to someone as nice as I was. I didn't have to wonder why for long. They continued and told me that to the best of their knowledge, most sluts didn't marry well. And those that did, ended up divorced because they just couldn't give up screwing around. They almost always ended up cheating on their husbands, or they married men who cheated on them. It had given me a lot to think about, because up until I hadn't been aware that my wife had been a slut or a former slut, as it was.

Since there had been no repeats of the requests to join swing clubs, or for threesomes, I eventually let the matters slip from my mind, but I had clearly been fooled.

I sat there in my Jeep, seething with anger. I knew I needed to calm down before I went home. I called my job and asked for one of my friends who worked in our legal department. When he got on the phone, I asked him if he knew of any competent lawyers who handled divorces. He sucked in a breath and asked me if it was for me or just for a friend.

After I told him, he recommended a woman who'd handled his brother's divorce. I set up a meeting for Monday, three days away. I also needed to talk to the twins' mother. Because that bastard Steve, whom I'd recognized from the video as being the guy Lisa had argued with at the PTA meeting, had at least an ass kicking coming for his heroic rescue of my wife.

As I calmed down, I realized that like the guys in the stories I read on the internet had discovered, if I wanted a chance at keeping my assets and my kids, I needed to be smart. I needed to speak to the lawyer and get her advice on the best way to proceed, BEFORE I confronted Lisa. That was another place that the twins' mother might be of assistance. Since she was already divorcing Steve, she could possibly give me some insight on exactly what to do and how to go about it.

With as many of my ducks in a row as I could manage, my blood pressure dropped back to something resembling normal, at least outwardly. I started the car and then drove home.

My kids were playing in the yard as usual. All of the excitement of the day hadn't fazed them at all. They'd probably already forgotten about the storm. Lisa came out into the yard to greet me as I got out of the Jeep.

She was freshly scrubbed and had her blond hair tied back in one long pony tail. She wore a T-shirt and obviously didn't have a bra on and her large breasts moved around under the shirt like two cats. She had on a pair of loose shorts and her legs and feet were bare. She was smiling and clearly in a playful mood.

She reached up to kiss me and although I'd prepared myself for it, I cringed. She noticed immediately.

"What's wrong, Dave?" she asked nervously. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," I said, still trying to pull myself together. I couldn't help it as I looked at her, deep in my heart I still loved her, but I kept seeing her in that video taking on one strange man after another and I was just disgusted.

"It's...uhm...It's not you it's me," I lied. "I just came back from the truck and God Damn it, Lisa...you could have been killed. The truck is crushed beyond any hope of repair. I got your purse and your pa...I got your purse and your phone back." I'd almost said, "Your purse and your panties," I really needed to get it together before I tipped my hand.

"Don't worry about that crap," she smiled. "It's just stuff. Stuff can always be replaced. The important thing is that we're all here together. We're all safe and fine and together, Honey. Nothing else is important. I think we should just grill something tonight, because I don't feel like cooking. And then we'll all settle down together until the kids fall asleep and..."

"Hold that thought," I said. "Maybe we should just order a pizza or something, because I still have a couple of things I need to do..." She looked at me as if she was really disappointed. I'd been expecting anger. Her failure to get angry at me was even more proof that she was feeling guilty.

"Let's just get the food, like you said." I told her. "Then we'll settle down with the kids and after they go to sleep, I'll head over to the office then..."

"Why do you need to go to the office?" she asked, clearly holding her anger back.

"Because I left in the middle of an important business trip, so I could come home and get our kids. Meanwhile you were so busy shopping or whatever else the fuck you were doing, that you never bothered to call to check on them, or even to answer your God damned phone when the school did call," I hissed. She shrank back from the venom in my voice.

"So yes, Lisa," I said, trying to calm down and failing. "I have to go to the office for a couple of hours to process some of the data and customer info I picked up and to send a few e-mails to answer some questions that some of those customers might have about my presentation. I know as well as you do that we've been through a traumatic experience, but our bills won't stop coming because of it. They still have to be paid and we still have to eat, so I still have to do my job"

"I'm sorry Dave," she said. "But I love you and I depend on you. Right now I'm still shaking from what I went through and I need to spend some time with my husband. Is that too much to ask?"

"Lisa, I just need some time to myself," I said. "You just don't get it..."

"I'm sorry," she whined. "It's not my fault. It's the storm..."

"Lisa, I know you count on me to be strong, but I love you," I said. "When I saw that truck, it did something to me. I imagined you crushed inside of that truck. I saw you dead. I saw your funeral and I imagined trying to raise our kids alone without you. It scared the shit out of me. I even imagined myself turning into some kind of mean assed old hermit after the kids were gone and...I don't know how I'd live without..."

She smiled then. "Okay, Honey," she said. "I guess I didn't realize how bad this was on you. You take some time if that's what you need. But it's over. None of that will happen. And the accident isn't as bad as you thought."

"Oh yeah!" I said. "I saw the truck. If that guy hadn't pulled you out of there...we owe him a debt to gratitude. Do you have any idea who he was?"

"Dave he didn't do as much as everyone is making out," she said. "He didn't pull me out of the truck. I had already stopped when the pole fell. I looked out of the window when I saw the live wires behind me. I saw a clear path to walk away from the truck since I couldn't back out of there without running over the wires. I knew enough to know that the tires would have insulated the truck, but the real danger was if even one of those wires hit a metal surface on the truck it could have possible fried me."

"So I already knew that I had to get out of the truck. All he did was to call me to come into that shelter where he and some other people were already gathered," she said. 

"But kept you from freaking out and helped with your fear, didn't he?" I asked. "I'm guessing that you and the other women there needed someone to let them know that things would be okay."

"I guess that's true," she said. She didn't admit that she was the only woman there.

"So for that alone I think we owe him something," I said. "Are you sure you don't know him or remember anything that might help us to identify him?"

"I've never seen him before," she said. "And I was kind of in shock, so I'm not even sure I'd recognize him if I did see him again. He was just a guy."

"No Lis," I said seriously. "He prevented me from losing the most important person in my life. He's way more than just a guy. He's a hero."

She started crying then and ran back into the house. Truthfully, I knew that I'd laid it on a bit thick, but I was enjoying watching her squirm. That was going to be my plan from then on. I was going to kill her with kindness. But at the same time I'd make my plans to get away from her cheating ass.

I ordered the pizza and played in the yard with my kids while we waited for the Dominos guy. I also thought a lot about what would make Lisa do something like that. Was it just a one time lapse of character brought on by fear or was this her true colors manifesting themselves again after years of trying to keep them below the surface.

I really believed that not only was this the real Lisa coming out, but that it would only get worse over time. I thought back to the previous incidents. The first time she'd actually asked me about swinging. That time, as bad as it had been for me was at least an honest attempt to communicate something. Perhaps I should have sat down with her then and discussed the matter more fully, instead of wasting all of this time. But I'd truly been hurt by that because it implied that after all of those years and our kids and everything else we'd gone through, none of it was as important to her as getting her hole stuffed. 

I wish that we'd gone ahead and had that talk, because by now all of the drama would have ended and we'd both be better off.

But we didn't and a while later, she came back at me and this time she tried to trick me into it. Even her drunken friends had tried to warn me that leopards don't change their spots. What an idiot I've been. She's probably been doing this all along. At that moment I truly felt blindsided, like one of those poor guys in the stories I read on the internet. 

You work your ass off trying to make a nice life for yourself and your family, only to come home early one day and find your slut of a wife screwing the neighbor. If I hadn't come home early from my trip I probably wouldn't even know that any of this had gone on. Lisa would simply have lied about it, or just not told me and I'd have continued to be in the dark.

After the kids had filled up with pizza and we'd watched one of those inane shows on the Disney channel, Lisa reappeared. She looked like she'd been through hell. There were bags under her eyes that hadn't been there a couple of hours before.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded and hugged me. 

"Dave, sometimes you just don't know," she said tearing up again. The tears just rolled out of her eyes and seeing her like that even made me feel bad.

"I mean you tell me that you love me all the time," she said. "You buy me presents for birthdays and sometimes just for the hell of it. But it doesn't really register. I mean a husband is supposed to do those things. But what you said back there before and the look in your eyes, it just all became so clear to me all over again. You really do love me. I'm not just someone to wash your clothes and take care of your kids. It's real for you, I'm not just someone for you to have sex with and cook your meals. You really love me. The whole thing, us growing old together and spoiling our grandkids if we can get these two to grow up and have some...it's all real."

I just nodded. "Dave, I'm so sorry," she said. "I'm so absent minded sometimes. I go out shopping and just forget about everything else in the world. But it won't happen again. I'm going to do my best to do better...to be better. I'm going to become the wife that you deserve."

"Lisa, you're already..." I started, but she cut me off.

"No Dave, don't even say it. I'm not. You work so hard and you never complain. You deserve so much better," she said. She shook her head and wiped her tears and hugged me again.

"I'm going to go ahead and go to work," I said. "I won't be gone long. I have to be up early tomorrow."

"Why?" she asked.

"I promised to loan my chainsaw to the twins' mother. Wendy wants to go over there too. Since she and her husband are getting a divorce, I'll probably have to help her. I feel kind of sorry for her," I said. I watched Lisa's eyes as I told her and there was definitely fear there. 

"Why do you have to do it?" she asked. "Even if they're getting a divorce he can still go back to his own home where his children stay and help take care of the place. This is bullshit."

"No Lisa," I said smiling. "It's doing the right thing. Just think where we'd be right now if that guy hadn't helped you. I just want to do my part. I want to help the twins' mom the same way that guy helped you. In fact I'm so glad about what he did for you that maybe I want to help her even more."

I thought that she was going to vomit when I said that. The irony hadn't been lost on me. I continued to smile even as she slowly walked back down the hall. She deserved it. And although I had no intention of doing anything like what was going through her mind, letting her think that it could happen made me feel great.

I didn't really have to go to work. There were a few e-mails that needed to be returned but they were nothing that couldn't wait until Monday. The truth was that I simply didn't want to be around Lisa. I also needed to think about what was going on. There just seemed to be two completely different women in that same body. There was the Lisa that I loved with all of my heart, the one who'd cried realizing that I do love her that much. But she shared a body with that whore who thought so little of our marriage that she'd fuck four men in a storage shed while another guy videotaped it. I didn't know which one was really her. But I just didn't think I could live with her anymore.

Maybe a divorce would be good for both of us because that way she'd be free to go out and get all of the sex and excitement she needs. At the same time I'd be able to find someone who didn't need any more excitement than my kids and I could give her.

In the back of my mind I was also wondering whether or not this was a one-time aberration. Even if that were the case, I couldn't go through my life wondering when the next time she'd go off the wagon would be. And it wasn't a case of couldn't it was a case of wouldn't.

By the time I slipped back in the house and into our bed, Lisa was fast asleep. From what I could see she wasn't sleeping comfortable either. She was tossing and turning and talking. She kept saying things like, "Why," and "Stupid." I had an idea of another way to twist the knife in the morning. I almost smiled as I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning I jumped out of bed and showered. I threw on a pair of long cargo shorts and started grabbing tools. I got my good Poulan Pro chainsaw out and put it in the Mustang's tiny trunk. I also grabbed my bar lube and my premixed gas can that had the correct mixture of gas and oil. To that I added a couple of fifty foot coils of rope and my electric chainsaw. I also got a fifty foot extension cord for the electric saw.

I went back inside of the house and woke Wendy up. She was sluggish at first until I reminded her that we were going to visit the twins. Kyle opted to go as well. I guess the chance to watch me cut down part of a tree, beat staying home pretty easily.

I made us a breakfast of microwaved bacon and frozen waffles and we sat down to eat. Lisa breezed into the kitchen in another T-shirt and shorts combo smiling from ear to ear. She leaned over to hug me and I stiffened and pulled away from her.

"You used to like it when I did that," she said. She was referring to the way she rubbed her breasts all over me while the kids weren't looking. 

"Yeah I used to," I said.

"What changed?" she asked, looking hurt.

"The fact that I don't know who you're doing it for," I said, sharply.

"What are you talking about, Honey?" she asked.

"I can't tell if it was meant for me or Steve," I said, watching her out of the corner of my eye. She visibly stiffened and her eyes got huge.

"Who's Steve?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. "But you were tossing and turning all night and you kept saying Steve, over and over so maybe you should tell me who Steve is."

Her mouth dropped open but no words came out. I got the kids and we left leaving her standing there.

When I pulled into the driveway of the twin's house I took a really good look at the place. It was a nice house. It looked like it had been lovingly cared for. It did need a bit of help though.

As we got out of the car, the door opened and there she was. Apparently short-shorts and T-shirts without bras were in style this season, because she was rocking that same look. The smile she gave me could have melted a rock.

"I didn't think you'd really come," she said. Her expression was a mixture of surprised, happy and intimidated all at the same time.

"You don't look completely happy that we're here," I said. "Don't worry, if you made other plans we can always come back a different time."

"You're staying?" she asked. Her expression changed again. The happy part seemed to overshadow the rest. "I had planned on it, but if you're rather we didn't..."

"Oh, no!" she said quickly. "I definitely want you to stay. Yes definitely!"




Gone with the Wind



I just looked at her. "Dave..." she said in a very little girl type voice. "I don't really know how to use a chainsaw." I just started laughing.

"Oh, don't worry," I said. "I'll teach you...uhm?"

"Amanda," she smiled.

We got the saw out of the trunk and I gave her a pair of gloves and some safety glasses. I showed her how to set the choke and prime the saw. Then I show her how to start it and how to do a basic cut. She smiled and tried it herself. At first she had the choke in the wrong position so it wouldn't start. Then she couldn't really pull the cord because the hand she was supposed to brace the saw with kept moving. Finally the saw sputtered to life and as soon as she touched the trigger button and the chain started up she screamed and dropped the saw. Luckily it was on soft grass, so no damage was done. I laughed at her and she turned red in the face.

"Don't worry about it," I said. "I brought you a girl's chainsaw." As we looked in the trunk and she saw the smaller chainsaw her eyes lit up. 

"Where's the pull cord?" she asked. 

"It's electric," I said. "And it's a lot quieter."

She punched me in the arm. "Why didn't you start with this one?" she asked.

The girls had disappeared in the twins' room and had taken Kyle with them. They were really too small to help and would only be in the way so we let them watch their cartoons.

I climbed up the tree tied a rope over the far end of the heavy branch that hung over her house. I looped it over another branch that was about five feet above it and then tied it off on another tree near the base. Then I did the same thing at the opposite end of the branch, near where we'd have to cut it.

When I got back to the ground another man was standing next to Amanda examining what I'd done.

"That's never going to work," he said. "That branch is going to fall and damage her house. You ought to leave things like that to the professionals."

"If it doesn't work, I'll either pay for the damages or fix it myself," I said. "Are you here to help? If you have a better idea, I'm listening." He just grumbled and walked off.

I looked at Amanda who shook her head. "He's been hitting on me for a while, but ever since I threw Steven out he acts like he just wants to move right in."

"So which saw are you taking up there with you?" I asked seriously.

"Daaa-aaave.." she whined. "I'm afraid of heights. Didn't you hear the girls yesterday? I do lunch. I'll help you, but I'm not getting up in that tree. My butt is kind of big but it's not big enough to cushion my fall from that high up." I let it slide. Amanda is the perfect girl next door type. She has medium sized boobs that aren't in Lisa's league but her legs and ass can stop traffic. Since she'd walked out of the house, I'd been wondering exactly how she got into those shorts.

"Okay," I said. "Here's how this works. The two ropes are looped over the good branch above the damaged one. They're both tied securely to the damaged branch using the upper branch as kind of a makeshift pulley. When I cut the damaged branch free the ropes will catch it. They're tied to the tree so you won't have to hold them. Once I get back on the ground, we'll slowly lower the branch and guide it to the ground. Then we'll cut it into small sections so you can either use it as firewood once it dries out or just throw it away."

"Firewood," she said smiling. "I think Robert is just jealous because he didn't have a plan. I'm sure it will work."

I climbed the tree hanging my saw hook a hook on my tool belt. I got onto a comfortable perch in the tree and started the saw. I cut a notch from the bottom of the branch and then got to a position that was slightly higher. I cut through the branch from the top. When I was part way through the branch started to fall but was still tied to the tree by the ropes so it couldn't fall. The far end dropped about six inches and then held fast because of the rope.

"Amanda, make sure you're clear," I shouted. She backed away a little bit but continued to watch. I also noticed that Robert was watching from his window. I cut through the rest of the branch and it dropped until the entire branch was held by the ropes. I climbed down and Amanda was clapping.

"I told you it would work," she said, smiling.

"We can't really say that until we get it safely on the ground," I said. "Do you have any neighbors?" I asked. "We might need more muscle than you and I can muster."

"Tina Barrett's husband is a firefighter," she said. "He's home and he'd help. I'll get him."

I checked on the kids and by the time I got back outside Amanda was there with a guy so big he looked like he could have just broken the branch off of the tree alone.

"Jason," he said extending his hand. "This is Tommy," he said pointing to another guy standing next to him. "What are we doing?"

As Amanda pointed to things while talking to a tiny woman who was obviously Tina, I explained things to Jason and Tommy.

"Why didn't the branch fall when you cut through it?" asked Jason. 

"I'd tied it off before we cut it," I explained. 

"That was pretty smart," said Jason, scratching his head.

"Yeah," said Tommy. "I thought that maybe he'd tied the ropes on, AFTER he cut it."

"Me too," said Jason. "That's the way I'd have done it."

"Guys, we don't exactly know how much the branch weighs," I said. "So, all three of us will hold onto the rope. I going to release about two feet of the rope and re-knot it so if we can't hold it it'll only drop about two feet."

The two burly guys just looked at me and then at each other and said, "Okay."

It turned out that the weight of the branch though heavy was manageable by any one of the three of us. So I grabbed one rope. Jason grabbed another and Tommy waited under the branch and guided it safely away from Amanda's flower bed. 

Amanda was jumping up and down, she was so happy. Both Jason and Tommy grabbed my saws and started cutting the branch into smaller sections. I carried the pieces into Amanda's garage, where they could dry out.

Amanda and Tina busied themselves making lunch. The kids came out to get lunch and ran back to the TV. Just as the adults were about to sit down on Amanda's back porch, Robert re-appeared and he was angry.

"Is that hat you came here for?" he asked loudly. "..Just to start trouble? Because trust me, we don't need any troublemakers in this neighborhood."

"Robert, what are you talking about?" I asked.

"You purposefully excluded me and you know it," he shouted. "You could have come to me for help. I was right next door." I was speechless.

"Robert, he asked you point blank if you wanted to help," said Amanda. "When you told him that what we were doing wouldn't work, he even asked if you had a better idea. You just turned and went back into your house."

"I never said it wouldn't work," said Robert loudly. "I was the one who came up with it, Amanda, and you know it. Is that why your husband left you? Was he tired of you lying all of the time?"

Amanda's face clouded and she ran into the house. 

"Robert, I think you should go back to your house," I said. "You should go home before you can't."

Jason and Tommy continued to eat. Tina got up to go after Amanda. When she came back in about ten minutes, she walked right up to me. "Your kids are adorable," she smiled. "I'm going to take my two, uhm...kids with me. Did they leave any food?"

"Maybe I should grab my kids and go too," I said. 

"Why?" she asked. "Robert's the one causing trouble, not you. Besides, I think she wants to talk to you. I hope to see you again, Dave." And from the way she smiled at me, I could tell that she meant it.

I went inside the house to find Amanda sitting at her kitchen table. "No good deed goes unpunished huh?" she said. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Sorry I bailed," she said. "But that one really hurt. I guess this isn't something that someone like you could understand, but I take the failure of my marriage personally. Dave, Steve didn't leave me. I threw him out. He cheated on me for years and it got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I just couldn't go..."

"Shhh," I said. "I understand far more than you think."

"He keeps telling me that he's changed and all he needs is one more chance," she said. "But I just don't believe him."

"You shouldn't," I said. 

"What do you mean?" she asked. I pulled out my phone and showed her the video.

"When did..." she began.

"Yesterday," I said.

"And that woman is..." she said. 

"My wife Lisa," I said sadly.

She shook her head and the expression on her face told me that she understood everything I was going through. We had in common the pain of the betrayal and the sense of wondering what we could have done to prevent our partners from cheating on us or what we'd done to cause it.

And in that same glance a bond was formed. The next thing I knew she was in my arms and sobbing. Hearing her, crying her eyes out and letting all of her pain out was somehow good for me too.

"So what are you going to do?" she asked.

"I have an appointment Monday with a lawyer who specializes in divorces," I said. Her eyes widened.

"Just like that?" she asked. "Isn't this only her first time?"

"How do I know?" I asked sharply. "I'm not an expert on cheating. I don't know what the frigging rules are. But what I am an expert on is how I felt the first time I saw that video. And how I felt when I looked through that storage shed and found her panties, right where she'd left them when she took them off to fuck your husband. And no one who really loves me would ever do anything to make me feel that way. So I'm doing what I'm doing for both of us."

"I didn't mean to make you angry," she said. "It's just that I've..." She looked down at her feet. "I've been through this several times and..."

"And you shouldn't have," I spat. "You're far too special and beautiful a woman to have to put up with this bullshit even once. I don't understand how you could take him back after that."

"Well...Our kids need him," she said sadly. "And, I always wait a while before I let him come home. I keep hoping that he'll miss us enough to change and that if he goes without us for a while he'll want to change to get his family back."

"Amanda, he isn't changing at all," I said. "Maybe he can't. Maybe they can't. Maybe it's just the kind of people they are. You saw that video. Did it look like he was regretting being away from you and your kids? Or is he just grabbing all the strange pussy he can while you guys are on a vacation. When he's had his fill he'll come dragging his ass back to you and be a good boy for a few months. Then it'll start all over again." She nodded and another tear rolled down her cheek.

"This is the first time I've caught Lisa in the act. And she doesn't know that she's been caught yet, but she's hinted around before about us trying other partners," I said. I told her about Lisa's two previous attempts at changing things.

"You turned that down?" she asked, incredulously. "I thought that having two women was every man's fantasy."

"Some of us just want one woman who loves us," I said. "If you have that you don't need anything else."

She nodded her head and for the first time since Robert left her smile came back out. Seeing her smile again was like the sun coming out after a storm. It just made everything better.

"I guess I should grab my kids and my chainsaws and head home," I said. "I'll be back next weekend to show you how to cut your grass, but you can call me during the week if you just need to talk. That is of course unless Steve comes homes or Robert moves in."

She punched me in the shoulder and shook her head. "Hey wait a minute," she said. "I do cut the grass."

"Well in this century, we have these things called trimmers," I said. "And there's one called an "edger" that you might not have heard about either."

"I think it's a scam," she said. "You're just making up tools that don't exist so you can come back over here."

I started to say something but before I got a single word out. "But it's okay," she smiled. "You go home and invent the trimmer and the edger and bring them over. It saves me some work."

"Oh, you're going to work," I said. "We're going to do the grass together."

"No, Silly," she smiled. "I meant that this way I don't have to make up a way to get you to come back."

"All you ever have to do is ask," I said.

* * * * * *

Lisa

I'd spent the morning and afternoon finding a way out of my problem. I didn't want to over play my hand so I didn't mention it when he first came in. I looked at Dave as he walked in with two armfuls of sleeping kids. As he awkwardly kicked the door closed behind him and headed up the stairs, I looked at him and realized again what a fool I was.

My husband was tall and boyishly handsome. He made a good living, so I didn't have to work. He was generous and honest. And most of all he loved me more than anything else I can think, except maybe our kids and that Mustang.

I don't know what had come over me for the past few years. Maybe it had been seeing myself as some sort of soccer mom and chauffeur, while my friends were out living their lives. The whole incident with the storm had brought back true memories of what my life had been like as a single slut. 

I went out often and it's easy for women to bring a guy home. But most of those guys, just wanted to fuck me and steal from me. And after they'd done that they'd tell their friends what an easy lay I was. When I did meet a guy who wanted more than one night, there was always the problem of running into some other guy I'd had sex with. Or sometimes there was the problem of having to get rid of guys who thought they owned you because you fucked them one time. 

The thing I remember the most though was the loneliness. That feeling that no one and I mean no one, not one person gave a half a damn about me. The guys I dated were only being fake nice to me because they wanted sex and even my girlfriends only wanted another person to go out and chase guys with.

Any and all of those bitches would have stabbed me in the back in a heartbeat for a chance at some guy I was dating that they wanted. Dave took me away from all of that. From the first second that I met him, I'd always felt all of that love just pouring off of him. And that started before we ever even had sex.

And sex seemed like such an insufficient word to describe what Dave and I did. It was warm and wonderful and magical. The problem was that sometimes I didn't want warmth and magic. Sometimes I just wanted him to grab me by my hair and ride me like a rented pony. But if I had to pick between wild sex and Dave, there was really no choice. I followed him up the stairs and watched him. He dropped Kyle off in his race car bed and then went down the hall to Wendy's room. He put her in her bed and then gently kissed her. Then he went back to Kyle's room and with his arms free, he rubbed his son's hair and kissed him too. He picked up a couple of Kyle's toy cars off of the floor and then came out of the room.

I reached up to hug him. My body reacted the same way it always did around him, but it was especially bad after seeing him with the kids. It had to be some type of genetic memory thing. Seeing how great a father he was, only made me want to make another baby with him. 

Even as my arms snaked around his neck, the expression on his face changed. He turned and walked away. I wasn't giving up this time. I followed him.

"Dave, where are you going?" I asked him calmly.

"I need to wash my car," he said.

"Good idea," I said. "There's mud and bird shit all over that Jeep."

"Not that car," he smirked. "Jeeps are tough. They look good covered in mud and dirt. It adds uhm...Jeep cred."

"Didn't you wash the Mustang just before you left on your trip? I asked. And you only drove the car like three miles to the twins' house. It didn't rain. I'm assuming that like always you didn't drive through any water or mud so...?" 

"Dust," he said interrupting me. "There's probably dust all over it."

"Okay, I'll give you dust," I said. I had to play my next part really well. "But it just seems like you're avoiding me. Why?"

We were in the kitchen and he'd almost reached the garage. He stopped and turned around to face me.

"Dave, you were gone for two days. Even after an over-night trip, when you get home you usually roast my pussy. Yesterday, I got it. We were both stressed out and you were in shock at the thought of losing me. But now...? I mean, the kids are asleep, I clearly want you...Hell, I always want you. But I'm stewing my own juices here and you just need to go out and wash your God damned car because there's dust on it...?"

"Dave, let me clue you in on something? There's dust everywhere. There's even dust in our garage," I said.

"So now you're an expert on dust?" he asked. "Did you learn that from Steve?" His eyes bored into mine looking for traces of a lie or a reaction. I'd practiced for this moment all afternoon. I'd also scoured several used bookstores to find exactly what I needed. My face remained neutral. And then I smiled.

"I love you Dave," I said. "But sometimes..." I grabbed his hand and dragged him up the stairs to our bedroom. I pointed to the nightstand on my side of the bed.

"What?" he asked. 

I went over and picked up a dog-eared paperback that was open about mid-way through. The book appeared to have been casually thrown on the nightstand.

"Dave you bought me this book at the supermarket when we stocked up before you went out of town," I said, being purposefully vague. He looked me in confusion. I had in fact bought a book with him at the supermarket. Of course this wasn't that book, but to men all of those romance novels look alike. "Read the back of the cover."

He looked at me trying to figure out what the book had to do with anything. "I fell asleep reading the book last night. The woman in the book is looking for her lost love. A guy named Steve."

He looked a little skeptical but his face did soften. And this time as I moved towards him he didn't pull away. So that was something. I took his hand and pulled him over to our bed. I kicked my shoes off and lay down and pulled him down next to me. I recognized the look in his eyes. He was thinking. I wondered what the hell he had to think about. I rubbed my hand over his chest casually and looked him over. By now there should be a tent in the front of his shorts, but there wasn't. I'd started out by rubbing my hands over him and she should have joined in by now. 

If he wanted to play hard to get, that was fine. I sat up and pulled my T-shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. "Let's see him play hard to get now," I thought.

Dave reached for my breasts and rubbed across them half heartedly. That was when I knew that I was in trouble. Since long before I'd met Dave at twenty-two years old. Even before I'd started having sex at nineteen years old, I'd never met a man who could resist my titties. But right now the man who worshipped them, the man who owned them; had. I was in shock. I rubbed the front of his pants and there was no sign of an erection.

I wondered if he had any clue of just how badly I needed to have sex with him at that moment. First off I was a normal, healthy female in the prime of her life. Sexual release helped to keep me normal and healthy. But when you added to that the fact that I'd done something awful and I needed to unload at least some of the guilt I felt over it, my need multiplied. Right then I was feeling like there was something wrong between Dave and I, Sex would have told me that things were at least okay. 

But there was something else going on too. Those guys had used me like a cheap whore. Not even one of them cared about me or whether I got off. Dave always made sure that I did. And there was more to it than that. I didn't like walking around feeling like I'd done some nasty, shitty thing. I wanted to feel loved and cared for. And finally, there was that bastard Steve. His comment about my pussy being too loose had hurt my feelings.