9 comments/ 160099 views/ 19 favorites My New Wife By: fantasy69 I was going out with Rochelle for about six months. I knew her, and we were friends for 9 years. She is very pretty, slender with hot body, a brunette with big dark eyes and dark naturally tanned skin. She has nice square shoulders, 36 C breasts and a nice wide ass. That comes with the territory because she is of Mexican heritage. During those 9 years she was married and so was I, and just recently we both got divorced. After a few months of going out to clubs etc. both her and I got tiered of the bar scene. That's when we got together for one date and the rest is history. I proposed to her 3 months ago and she accepted. Because of our family situation, I had two kids and she had two kids from our previous marriages, we didn't want a big wedding and decided to elope at Lake Tahoe chapel. After the ceremony we came back to Sacramento. It was Saturday night and since we didn't have a reception we decided to go out and celebrate. We got a babysitter for our kids and went out. We started in a club near the house we were renting. When we walked in, it was evident that my new wife was going to attract attention all night long. She was wearing a short leopard skirt that left her beautiful dark long legs bare, accentuated by the black high heals on her feet. Her brown blouse was buttoned down in front but it was just short of meeting the top of her skirt so it always left her stomach bare with her belly button showing. She wore just the right amount of make up with red lipstick that always left her lips looking moist. She was hot and a lot of guys were checking her out. I felt safe because I knew how she was, unless I initiated something, she wasn't going to start. She attended church every Sunday with her kids and never went out. She was very sexually inactive and always had sex in a missionary position. That was one of the things I was looking forward to, was to try different things sexually with her. My new wife was a 32 year old virgin when it came to sex. I immediately ordered us two shots of tequila each and a beer to chase it down with. "Honey, take it easy, you don't want me to get drunk right away..." She said. "Well since this is our wedding night babe...anything goes..." I answered. She drank the shots anyway and we went out on the dance floor. After a few minutes I could tell the shots were taking affect because she loosened up a lot. She was dancing with her hands above her head, moving her hips to the beat of the music. Her short blouse pulled up now exposed her whole mid section. Before we left that place I had another two shots and she managed to have one more. We went to this bar that I was told sometimes some wild things happened in. My friends told me that one time they saw a girl get nailed right there in the corner of the bar while everyone in the bar was watching and cheering on. Of course I didn't tell that to my new wife. We went inside and I ordered us some tequila shots with beer. We both drank three shots this time and set by the bar. My wife was drunk. I could tell by the way she was swaying on her bar stool. I was feeling pretty drunk myself. The music started playing so I took her by the hand and walked her out on the dance floor. The world was spinning; I held her by her hips and pressed her against me. We danced in the middle of the dance floor. I was grabbing her ass and squeezing it and she didn't mind, I was feeling her up on the dance floor in front of other people. I don't think she knew where she was at that time. The music ended and we walked back to the bar passing a lot of guys that were watching us dance on the floor. I was tugging her by the hand and I gave her a quick look over my shoulder. As I did that I saw a guy reach out and feel my wife's ass. I looked at her face and noticed that she wasn't bothered by it one bit. I stopped pretending to give some one a passage between the crowds, but in reality I peeked again at my wife. It was a black guy that was looking at my wife's ass and rubbing it with his hands. We were in between the crowds and no one else but few immediate people saw what was happening. My wife was just standing there letting this stranger rub her ass. His hands rubbed her ass and in the process lifted her skirt up to the point that her white panties were showing from under the bunched up skirt. He looked at me briefly and smiled, I was continually looking at where his hands were. The people around us started to notice and formed a small circle. I saw another black guy put his hands on my wife's ass and tugged her skirt completely up so it was rolled up around her waist. God, this was getting hot. I felt so many emotions running through me, looking at my wife standing in the middle of horny guys that were slowly undressing her. Panic, anger, curiosity, anticipation were some of them, but most of all sexual bliss. I had a solid hard on from watching this. Her panties were tight and hugged her pussy area well; everyone could see the gash between her legs and something else. A wet mark started to appear on her panties. I looked at my wife's face just to see that her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard. I let go of her hand and she reached out to steady herself. Her hands found some guys shoulders. Another guy stepped in front of her and with one quick move pulled her panties down to her ankles. The feeling of being naked woke her up from whatever state she was in. My wife looked around, still drunk but at least coherent and aware of her surroundings. "Oh my god..." She moaned as she felt her ass being rubbed. She was looking from face to face of the guys that were surrounding her. Two guys grabbed her hands and held them spread, while another placed a hand on the inside of her thigh and slowly ran it up to her pussy. She looked down at his hand and then at him. "Oh God...what are you doing..." Her face showed shock but quickly changed to express pleasure. I looked down and saw that the guy inserted two finger in my wife's pussy and was slowly running them in and out. Her pussy lips spread apart showing her clit. At the same time she was getting her ass rubbed and spread apart that's when I saw a moist finger slip into her asshole. Instinctively she spread her legs apart, stepping out of her panties, giving them better access to her most intimate parts. My wife was looking from face to face as these guys were ravaging her, filling all her openings with their fingers, holding her in front of them as if she was nothing but a play toy for them to explore. They were doing this in the open as if performing a gang rape. Suddenly her eyes found mine and she let out a loud moan. "Aaaahhhhhhh..." I saw her blouse lifted up above her tits and her nipples squeezed and tugged on. She had two fingers in her pussy and a finger in her ass pumping in and out of her. She was looking into my eyes and moaning loud now getting ready to have an orgasm like she never had before by the hands of some strangers and she couldn't stop any of it. She was lifted off her feet and her legs spread wide apart. These guys were manhandling her like a piece of meat. Thick fingers were running in and out of her pussy and ass and everyone had a clear view of it now. Even women that were at first disgusted by what she was doing, were watching in fascination, as my wife was being handled by these studs. My dear bride was hanging on for her life, moaning like a whore, as the first waves of a powerful orgasm swept over her consciousness. "Ahhh...Ahhhh...Ahhhh..." She screamed as she came. This was the first time ever I saw anything stuck in her ass and her loving it. "Oh God...yeahhhhh...fuck...ahhhhhhh" She screamed. All the guys were pumping their fingers hard, her pussy and ass getting worked out. Their fingers well lubricated with her juices glistened in the light as everyone watched my wife getting ravaged. After what seemed like several minutes, she came down and went limp in their arms. Slowly they brought her feet down to the floor and stood her up, withdrawing their fingers. Some of the guys thanked her by giving her a squeeze on the ass or tit and slowly disappeared between the crowds. I walked up to my wife and again took her hand, pulling her towards the bar. As we walked she pulled her blouse and skirt down and covered her naked body. When we got to the bar the bartender gave us drinks on the house. I looked at her and she gave me an unsure look. "I don't understand what happened" She said with apparent guilt in her voice. She had tears in her eyes and I needed to come her down. "Honey...don't worry about it. It was one of those brief things that meant nothing but felt damn good." I said quickly. I leaned over and looking her in the eyes gave her a long sensuous kiss. She responded by kissing me back. She was calm now and I kept holding her hand for reassurance. My New Wife BEN'S STORY I was seriously in love with my new wife. We were in the bridal car going towards the reception when I had this revelation. Of course I loved her, that's why I married her. But looking at her in her beautiful wedding dress looking all shy and demure I realised that there was nothing I wouldn't do to keep her happy. Amber is a tall, lean redhead with beautiful C cup boobs. They look bigger on her frame but with her height they are the perfect size. In her fitted wedding dress her curves looked spectacular. And I knew that underneath she had on something sexy. The wedding was beautiful and so was the reception. I spent the night looking at Amber, pinching myself at how lucky I was. To me she is stunningly beautiful. She carries herself with poise and grace. She could have been a model but preferred the other side of the camera. She is a professional photographer. We met when she was working on an advertising project that my company had commissioned. I am a junior executive with an international electronics firm. We had hired her company to do the stills for the advertising billboards and magazines. We met on the set and hit it off straight away. She was quite shy around men in general and much more comfortable with the female models. She knew what she wanted and how to make the models give it to her. When we finished I asked her out to dinner. We had a lot of fun and continued seeing each other. Eventually we fell in love. I asked to marry her and she said yes. After the wedding reception we stayed at the airport hotel as we had an early flight to Paris for our honeymoon. We had decided to go away for a month. At least two weeks would be for sightseeing and the normal honeymoon things. Then we were catching up with a cousin of hers who lived in Paris. Our wedding night was spectacular. We made love a number of times and I was now in lust as well as love with my wife. She was quiet in bed and at times looked a bit timid but I was gentle and went slowly. I'm pretty sure I made her orgasm. The first two weeks in Paris were more of the same, but interspersed with visits to the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, Notre Dame, the Pompidou Centre, Sacre Couer, and many other Parisian landmarks. Every night we made love. It was a special time for both of us. We then met with her cousin Marcelle. She was very pretty. She had organised a small get-together with some of her friends so we could get to know some people and spend some time with them over the next two weeks. We were gathered in Marcelle's flat with a number of her friends. They were very welcoming, laughing at my poor attempt at French while being quite forgiving of my mis-pronunciations. We were having a great time. The doorbell rang and it was opened to a vision of loveliness. A tall, blond woman stood there. She was magnificent. Everyone seemed to welcome her. I heard an intake of breath next to me. My wife seemed quite taken by her. She came over to us and introduced herself as Michelle. She shook my hand then grabbed Amber by the shoulders and kissed her on both cheeks. Amber went bright red. Michelle then took Amber by the arm and led her to a quiet corner where they sat for the rest of the evening talking and laughing together. I could feel that Amber was much more comfortable with this woman than with the rest of the group of mainly males at the party. Soon everyone went home except for Michelle. Marcelle, Michelle, Amber and I had coffee together. Michelle invited us to her home the next day and said that we could do something together. We accepted her invitation. When she rose to leave she said goodbye to Marcelle and me, and Amber walked her to the door. I went off to our bedroom. It was about fifteen minutes later that Amber came in. I asked her where she had been and she told me that she and Michelle had started chatting again. Amber was happy to have made a friend. She told me that they had talked about just about everything and seemed to instinctively have similar views. She smiled at me, kissed me goodnight, rolled over and went to sleep. It was the first night since the wedding that we hadn't made love. Early the next day Michelle arrived to take us to her apartment. We had brunch with her and then went on a walking tour of her neighbourhood. We arrived back at her place in the early evening. I was really tired so after a glass of wine I was really sleepy. I closed my eyes and was soon asleep. I woke to the sounds of heavy breathing and quiet moaning. I opened my eyes slightly and was shocked to see Amber and Michelle in a lovers embrace, kissing each other passionately. I made a few noises and woke up pretending that I hadn't seen anything. By the time I opened my eyes the two women were sitting in separate chairs. I apologised for falling asleep. Michelle just smiled and offered to take me back to Marcelle's place. When we got there she invited Amber out for a few drinks. Amber eagerly accepted. I went straight to bed. It was after midnight when I felt Amber climb into bed with me. I asked her how the night was and she simply said, 'Spectacular.' I wondered what she meant by that but was too tired to do anything but go to sleep. It was the second time we hadn't made love as a married couple. The next day Marcelle asked me to go to the market with her. We took off and seemed to be there all morning. Just as we were about ready to go home she stopped me so she could send a text message to Michelle inviting her over. When we got back Michelle was already there. I greeted Amber with a kiss. I went for her lips but she turned her head and offered me her cheek. I was slightly annoyed and went into the bedroom saying I was tired. I lay on the bed and had a nap. When I woke up it was about four o'clock. I went out to the lounge room. Marcelle was there alone. I asked her where Amber was and she told me that Michelle wanted to take her out for dinner. I tried to wait up for her but by midnight I gave up and went to bed. About an hour later Amber came in quietly as if trying not to wake me. I pretended to be asleep because I was upset that I had hardly seen her all day. The next morning I woke late. Noone was home but there was a note from Amber. "Darling, Michelle has taken me out for the day. See you later tonight. Love you, Amber" To say I was upset was an understatement. For the third day in a row this woman was spending the sort of time with my wife that I should have been. I decided that when she got back I would need to talk to Amber about it, especially having seen them kiss. This was getting beyond a joke. AMBER'S STORY Paris was spectacular and meeting up with Marcelle was great. She had the party for us, which was really nice of her. When Michelle walked in the room I was speechless. She was gorgeous. When she kissed me hello I was spellbound. I hardly noticed that she put her arm through mine and sat with me in a quiet corner. We talked all night, as if we had known each other forever. I felt so alive talking to her. She was amazing. When she went home after coffee I walked her to the door. She stopped, turned around and kissed me! I mean really kissed me. I felt my heart beat rise as I kissed her back. We didn't say anything but we just kissed for about fifteen minutes. I felt something that I hadn't felt before, even with my husband, Ben. The next day we went to Michelle's place and then for a walk around her neighbourhood. I felt really relaxed in her company. I thought things might be a little awkward but they weren't. When we got back to her place we had a glass of wine and Ben promptly fell asleep. As soon as we noticed we were in each other's arms again. After about ten minutes Ben made a noise so we stopped kissing and sat in our own chairs. He woke up and Michelle took us back to Marcelle's. She asked me if I'd like to see some local nightlife. Ben was ready for bed but I was quite keen. The nightlife consisted of Michelle taking me back to her place, stripping us both off and making love together all night. I was falling for this woman, big time. She kissed me all over and then had me kiss her all over. She attacked my nipples and I attacked hers. She went down on me and licked my clit. I returned the favour. We both orgasmed spectacularly. I felt as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Ben hadn't given me an orgasm even though we had made love every night since we'd been married. It just felt different and, now, I wasn't sure that I wanted it for the rest of my life. Michelle, on the other hand, was soft and sweet. She spent her time making sure I was satisfied and I did the same for her. As a result we were both worn out by the time I was ready to go back to Marcelle's. The day after Marcelle took Ben to the markets. Michelle came over and surprised me while I was still in bed. She got naked and we continued on from where we left off the night before. We explored each other's bodies and made sweet love together. Michelle got a message from Marcelle that she and Ben were on their way home. We had time for a quick shower (together) and got dressed before they got home. Ben went for a nap. Michelle asked me out to dinner and we left before Ben woke up. Marcelle could see what was happening between Michelle and me so she was happy to explain the situation to Ben when he got up. I didn't get back until after one in the morning because after dinner I went back to Michelle's and made love with her for hours. The next day she arrived early and took me away before Ben was awake. We went straight back to her place and into her bed. She stripped off my skirt and panties, pushed me onto her bed and attacked my pussy with her tongue. The things that girl could do with her tongue were unbelievable. She had me squirming and I was totally at her mercy. Fortunately she was kind and gave me a wonderful orgasm. I stripped her clothes and tried to do the same to her. I felt a little inadequate and told her so but she reassured me that I was doing fine. I gave her an orgasm but didn't stop. I kept licking and sucking until she came again. It felt really good to be able to give this beautiful woman two orgasms together like that. We spent the rest of the day in her bed making love. We kissed, sucked, and bit each other all over. We talked about everything. When we talked about the future I honestly told her that I had been happier in these last couple of days than I had ever been. I seemed to have found my soul mate. I was amazed that I could dismiss my husband so easily. Ben was kind and loving but the spark was so different with Michelle. She seemed to know my body even better than I knew it myself. I wasn't sure what the future was to hold but I felt that it had to involve Michelle somehow. BEN'S STORY When Amber arrived back I said to her that I wanted to talk to her alone. We went into the bedroom and I asked her what was going on. "What do you mean," she asked? "For the last three days I have hardly spent any time with you because you are with Michelle. That's what I mean." "Oh, Ben, I don't know what's happening. All I know is that in the last three days I've been more content than ever. I know this will hurt you but I think I've fallen in love with Michelle." Tears rolled down her face. "So you're telling me that the vows we took less than three weeks ago are all shot to hell?" "Ben, I didn't mean for this to happen but it did. She just excites me in ways that you don't. I do love you but I'm not sure I'm 'in love' with you." "So our marriage is a joke then?" "I never meant for it to be like that and I understand that you see it that way but I think I married you because I wanted what everyone else had, husband and kids. You were the one I wanted to do it with." "But not now?" "No, I think I was kidding myself. I never realised what it was but I think I'm gay. What I feel for Michelle is nothing like what I feel for you. It just feels right. I think with you I was doing what was expected. But now I've met Michelle I can't go back there. I'm so sorry, Ben, just so sorry." She left the bedroom. I decided that I needed to go home, straight away. I contacted the airline and found a flight home the next morning. I had no idea where I would sleep that night and I actually didn't care. Amber told me that she was going to stay with Michelle. She packed her suitcase and left me there. Marcelle was happy for me to stay the night there. I got a taxi to the airport in time for my flight the next day and flew home. I was dreading seeing everyone again, wondering what I was going to say to them. By the time I landed it seemed that Amber had let everyone know what was going on. My parents and her parents met me at the airport. Her parents were wonderful. They both hugged me and apologised. Her mother later told me that she and her husband suspected Amber was a lesbian from an early age but thought that she had 'grown out of it' when she met and married me. My parents simply took me home and dad gave me the name of the law firm he dealt with so I could find a divorce lawyer. I did and within a week or so they sent the divorce papers to Amber to sign. She signed them and sent them back straight away. We hadn't even moved in together so I still had my place and all my stuff. AMBER'S STORY Ben seemed to take things well. He flew home the next day. I stayed in Paris with Michelle. Every day was better than the last and we fell deeply in love. I found work as a freelance photographer and Michelle had many friends in the industry. Life was good. I thought about Ben a lot. Then the divorce papers came. I read them over. They seemed straightforward so I signed them and sent them back. I still think of him from time to time but I'm so glad I met my soul mate, Michelle. Our friends can't believe the story of how we met while I was on my honeymoon. They think it's hilarious. So do we. EPILOGUE BEN'S STORY The last three years have been difficult. It's hard to trust women now but I'm slowly getting there. I've dated a few women but I'm still looking for 'the one.' Unfortunately I thought I'd found her but that wasn't to be. I have no hard feelings towards Amber but I truly wish I'd never met her. AMBER'S STORY The last three years have been wonderful. Michelle and I are still madly in love. I still have to pinch myself that I was lucky enough to find her. My parents visited Paris two years ago to meet her. They weren't too happy about what I did to Ben but they seemed to really like Michelle so that's good. They visited again three months ago to attend our wedding. Michelle and I got married in the gardens near Sacre Couer. It was beautiful, so was Michelle. I am looking forward to spending the rest of my life with her. My New Wingman If you are looking for a quick BDSM fix this is probably not the story for you. This is a romance with some S&M elements that are central to the plot. Many readers in romance were unhappy with the rough sex at the end and thought the story belonged here. I'm still learning the ropes, so I moved it. ***** The woman looked up to catch me staring. Rather than smile, I feigned interest in the monitor behind her head. With her raven black hair and crystal blue eyes she was the most attractive women in the building, and she was reading the book I had absentmindedly left at home. We were both waiting at the gate for a flight to Chicago. The flight was a modern-day cattle-car. She had planned ahead and boarded early. My plans were more spontaneous, so I boarded with a limited selection of middle seats. I made the best of the situation by finding the middle seat next to her. I might have been mistaken, but I thought she moved her bag off the seat before I asked if it was free. "Are you going home or away?" I asked. She told me that was traveling to the east coast for work. She was spending two nights and returning to LA on Wednesday. "What about you?" "I'm going away for work as well, but it's like going home. I've known the people I'm visiting for a long time, so I look forward to these trips." I explained that I'd probably still be living in the Hartford area if I hadn't had to move west to be with my wife's family. "My mother was a big help when my wife was sick, and, well, I won't bore you with the details..." I really didn't want to talk about my dead wife, but, for some reason, conversations often detoured to her. The woman was dressed as a professional with classy, understated jewelry. She had a confident air about her that I found very attractive. Rather than dwell on my wife, she picked up the thread regarding my work "...and you still work with these people in Hartford?" "Yes. I had to move west, but I didn't want to quit my job. They figured out a way for me to work remotely." "You must be very good." "I'm good enough, but mostly they trust me. When the guy I work for was sent to overseas I made sure that his girlfriend was still there when he returned." She smiled, "What did you do, lock her up?" "No, no, no. I kept her busy. I couldn't keep her from being lonely, but I could keep her mind off of it." She started to play with me, "You never tried to steal his girl?" She smiled like she knew better. "I would never do that. I was his wingman. I had his six." I must have sounded like a teenager - full of moral certainty and conviction, but she didn't seem to care. "And when your wife got sick, it was his turn to have your back?" "That's it," I touched my nose with my index finger. We listened to the drone of the engines for a few minutes. I gazed out the window and wished that I'd worn something more than jeans and a white t-shirt, and I wondered if I was ready to move on with a new relationship. I then dropped into thoughts of more pressing matters. The company that I worked for, that my best friend once owned, had been bought by a larger company. I had been summoned to the grand meeting where we would all meet our new master. "Did your wife make it?" She quietly asked. "No." "I'm sorry to hear that." "Yea, thanks. She always had my six. I miss her." I looked away. She picked up her book and started reading. Eventually, the stewardess brought our drinks. I restarted the conversation, "So, are you married?" "No, but, worse than that, I don't feel like anyone has my six." She stopped, "Was that my outside voice? I can't believe I just said that." I laughed, "Don't worry. That is one of the cool things about casual intimate conversations, you can tell me anything and not worry about it. Once this flight is over you'll never see me again." She gave a little laugh and said, "Well, I am going to see you on the next leg. I'm going to Hartford too." I rolled my eyes, "Okay, Ms. Pedantic, after that then." With that the conversation returned to more typical airliner fare. We discussed the book she was reading and movies that we had enjoyed. I found out that she lived about twenty minutes from my home. It seemed like we were pretty compatible, but she was so charming that she would probably be compatible with anyone. She used her bag to save a seat for me on the flight from Chicago to Hartford. "What will you be doing in Hartford?" I asked. "I work for a company that buys other companies and then makes them more profitable. It's usually a win-win situation, but sometimes the transition can be tough." My heart sank. The odds of there being two companies in transition in Hartford with a meeting on Tuesday was too small to contemplate. "What aspect do you do?" "I'm just the messenger. I know what my boss wants, and I make sure it happens. To be honest, I hate my job. I feel for every person I fire, and I hate doing it. But my boss says that's what makes me good. My empathy helps me treat the people with respect." I tried not to react. I didn't want her to know that our paths would be crossing again the next day. She must have sensed something, because she asked, "You hate me now don't you?" "Not at all. Actually, I was trying to figure out how to ask you out." While this wasn't what I was thinking at that instant, it was what I was thinking only moments earlier, and it changed the subject, so I went with it. "I'm not looking for a relationship right now." There was the implication that something had gone horribly wrong in the past, but I didn't pursue it. "No, don't say anything until you hear my plan. There is a little diner a half mile from the airport. You're going to have to eat anyway. Eating alone is a drag, and you like to spend time with me. So, we'll rent our cars, converge on the diner and enjoy a meal together." I indicated cars converging on the diner with my hands on the tray table. "That sounds good," she conceded. I stepped back let her down the aisle before me as we disembarked. As she passed me I scanned the seats to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything and saw her book in the seatback. I grabbed it and followed her off the plane. "Here, you forgot this," I handed her the book. "Thanks," she smiled. "I've got you covered," I returned her smile, but I didn't see her reaction. The diner was every bit as good as I remembered. "A greasy fry for dinner is seriously underrated," I said while mopping up egg yolk with my toast. "I can't believe I just ate that," she said, "but I did enjoy it." The conversation through dinner had been carefree. With the potentially disastrous meeting tomorrow I figured that we had tonight, so I made my move. I walked her through the dark parking lot to her car. She unlocked her car. When she turned to thank me I used my curled index finger to lift her chin so that I could kiss her on the lips. She kissed back for a few moments, then said, "There's no rush." She gave me her card and said, "Call me when you get back home." "What if we only have tonight? What would you do then?" "That is a good line," she laughed. "But I'm willing to bet that I will see you again soon." She gave me another quick kiss and drove away. From her card I finally learned her name, Susan. The next day I got to work early. I knew that some of the engineers arrived before dawn, so I wanted to stop in to visit. However, before I could get down to engineering I ran into Steve, my good friend and the former owner of the company. We shook hands then fell into the man-hug that had long ago become a ritual. I asked about his family, and he asked how I was doing. Then he directed me into his office and closed the door. "They're going to terminate your contract today," he said. "I figured as much." "Don't panic. We will make you whole." I knew that he would do everything in his power to cover my back. I also knew that sometimes everything was not enough, but that's not the way you talk to your wingman. "We're solid," I said brimming with confidence. A few moments later the office manager knocked on the door to tell me that I was wanted in one of the small conference rooms. I opened the door to find Susan sitting at a circular table reading through a file. On the table were a box of tissues and two bottles of water. I could see the surprise on her face when she looked up, and then I could see her reassembling our last conversation in her mind. "Please sit," she said. For the next five minutes we sat silently looking into each other's eyes. "I suppose you know why I'm here and why we are in this room together?" She finally asked. "You're terminating my contract." She nodded in agreement; however, she couldn't stay in character. She said, "God, I hate this job." She was close to tears. I handed her a tissue and gave her the best hug I could while working around the chair's arms. "You are going to be all right," I reassured her. "This is just a bump in the road. You'll get over it and be happy as a clam in no time." "You should be firing me," she said with a pathetic laugh. I smiled, "The thought had crossed my mind." She had to speak in front of the whole company in just a few moments, so she pulled herself together, shook my hand, wished me the best of luck and then asked me to leave the premises. At some level I was glad to see her back in character, but mostly I was disappointed. On the way out Steve caught me, "We are going out to dinner tonight, right?" "Why don't we have dinner in at your house so that I can spend some time with your kids? I'll pick up a pizza." Steve said, "I'll get dinner. Be at the house at 6:00." That night I gave Steve's kids some gifts I had picked up that afternoon. They were flashy toys that would be broken and forgotten in a month, but tonight they were special. Kari, Steve's wife, gave me a big hug and a kiss and asked how I was doing. "Well you know, things could be easier." I then gave them the whole story of my brief relationship with Susan. I told of the flight out, dinner and the tears in the conference room. "Do you think you'll call her?" Kari asked. At the same time Steve said, "I wondered what had happened. She was all business when she arrived, but she could hardly put a sentence together at the group meeting." "I don't know," was my reply. We had a couple of beers while he filled me in on the office politics that I had trouble following when working remotely. He told me about the acquisition and how the new parent company, Hadley & Smythe, discouraged the use of contractors, which is how I came to lose my job. "It's not over," Steve said. "The next business cycle is starting. You add the most value at the beginning of the cycle, and we're going to need you. That's your leverage; we need to figure out how to apply it." The obvious problem was the timing. If I wanted to continue working with Steve I needed to rapidly resolve this contractual mess so that I would have enough time to get my job done before we got too far into the cycle. We discussed a bit of national politics and made economic predictions and shot the shit the way middle-aged men do. I left not long after the kids when down. I caught the first flight in the morning. Once again I was in the last boarding group. I found Susan sitting in a window seat. She looked like she had rolled out of bed directly into her seat on the airplane. "Do you mind if I take that seat?" referring to the seat next to her. "Please. Please sit." she said as she moved her bag off the seat. She then straightened her hair and her posture. I put my bags away and sat next to her. "You knew that night at the diner didn't you?" she asked. I just nodded. "I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me." "It's not your fault." I reached out and took her hand. She responded with a squeeze. We sat holding hands in silence for several minutes before I asked the question that had been bothering me since we had first met, "Why do you feel that you don't have a wingman? Surely you have close friends that you can count on." She thought for several moments then turned and put her face very close to mine. She spoke softly so that no one else could hear, "When I was a little girl. Well, no, the whole time I was growing up, my mother was a belligerent, nasty drunk. She had good days, but there were a lot of bad days. My father was there for her every single day. And much later, when my mother was gone, I asked him why he stuck it out. He told me that he had hoped that eventually she would see how much he loved her and that she would appreciate him. I don't need to tell you that never happened." It all made sense. She couldn't trust her mother, so how was she going to trust anyone else. "Ouch, that's brutal," I said. "Now you know more about me than my best friend, Mr. Airliner Stranger that I've known for two days." She let go of my hand and turned to the window. I could see her emotional door closing, so I said, "Look at me." I put my face close to hers and said, "That night in the diner parking lot you made a mistake by shutting me out. You are about to make the same mistake again. Think. Is that really what you want to do?" This woman that had appeared totally together on Monday morning was a complete wreck two days later. She was about to burst into tears, so I held her close and let her bury her face into my neck. We embraced until we got to Chicago where we changed planes. Once on the ground she grabbed her bags and rushed off to the ladies room. By the time we boarded the flight to LA she was recomposed into the woman I had first met. Once again I took the seat next to her. "You look nice." I said. "Thank you. For someone that I just fired you are very kind." "Don't worry about me. I'll be just fine." "There is nothing more sexy than confidence." She gave me a big smile. She was back in character, but I now knew what turmoil lay underneath. I wasn't capable of solving her problems, but I could show her that there were good people in the world. People that she could trust. The actual trust was up to her. "You know, there is a silver lining in all of this. Hadley & Smythe has strict workplace romance and fraternization policies. I would not be permitted to get involved with you if we worked together." "Wow, you guys are harsh. No external contractors and no romance. Where is the fun in that?" It took me a minute to realize that I she was actually giving me a cue to ask her out. Once I clued in I changed the subject, "Are you busy this weekend?" "I was thinking more along the lines of dinner tonight. There is a great little place near my apartment. You have to eat, and I know you enjoy my company." I was pleased that Susan made this parallel to our earlier conversation. "That is a much better idea." I agreed. It was a tapas restaurant. I think the food was good, but, with the wine and Susan there to distract me, I'm not certain. We left the restaurant hand in hand. As we walked to her car she asked if I wanted to see her apartment. We kissed briefly at her car. I stopped by a drug store to pick up some supplies and met her there. "What took you?" She asked after opening the door. I held up the drug-store bag and said, "This way you know that you can trust me." "In many ways we are still strangers, aren't we." Those were the last words she said before our lips engaged. She guided us to the couch, where we awkwardly collapsed while in embrace. My mind drifted to my wife and how specialized my skills had become during our years of marriage. How any skills that I might have had were withered by years of neglect. I decided to go with what I knew - slow and gentle. I broke off the kiss and pulled back so that I could see her face. Silently and slowly I traced my finger along the line of her eyebrow, back to the top of her ear, down the back of her ear and to her mouth. She sucked on my finger for a moment, then I ran it up the ridge of her nose and stopped where I had started. I kissed her lips, then followed the same path with the tip of my tongue while she passively obliged and tipped her head as I needed. I sat up and unbuttoned her blouse; I untucked it from her skirt and removed it. I thought about dropping it on the floor and then thought better of it and carefully put in on the back of a chair. I did the same thing with her bra. I started with my finger tips again. This time I began at her nose and moved straight down her neck, across her shoulder and down her side. She was a little ticklish so moved to her stomach, then ran my palms up the middle of her chest to her neck. Once again I retraced the path of my fingers, this time with tiny kisses down her neck and across her torso. She was laying on the couch with me kneeling on the floor beside her. I unzipped her skirt and slid it down, followed by her panties. "You have a beautiful body," I said as I traced my finger nail in large slow curves across her curves. She obviously worked at maintaining her appearance. She simply exhaled as she smiled. I lightly kissed her left nipple, licked it and took it in my mouth. She placed her left hand on the back of my head and held me there on her breast while I continued to run my left hand across her beautiful form. She turned on the couch, straddling my body with her legs. "Will you go down on me?" she asked. "I wasn't planning on it." "I'm safe, I promise." I hesitated. I'd only known her a couple of days, and my plan was for 100% safe sex. "Please trust me." There it was. All relationships summarized in three simple words. How could I expect her to trust me if I didn't trust her. I had no choice. I spread the lips around her vagina and probed her with my index finger. There was a spot inside my wife that was a shortcut to orgasm. I spent a few moments trying to find it in Susan without success. I then leaned in and kissed her lightly on the clitoris. I licked, kissed, probed with my tongue and sucked with my lips. She held onto my head with both hands and pulled me into her crotch. I heard her cry softly and then she released her grip. "Thank you," she said pulling me up by my t-shirt. She pulled off my pants and gave my cock a few quick strokes. Without hesitation she took me into her mouth. For a few moments she gave me the conventional blow job that I expected. She licked the tip and twisted her lips around the crown of my penis while fondling my balls in her hand. I held onto two clumps of her hair and encouraged her to go further. She slid her hand past my anus up towards my lower back and without warning she pushed my pelvis forward and deep-throated my entire shaft. "Oh fuck!" I howled as I unloaded in her mouth. My body quivered as pleasure coursed through it. At breakfast Susan asked me, "Will I see you again?" I found the question disturbing. "Why wouldn't you see me again?" "I don't know. I guess I have baggage." "Oh, don't be like that. I'm going to go home, but I will be back here tonight for dinner." She smiled, so I thought everything was fine. On the drive home I thought about how we had destroyed the shield of anonymity that would have made our casual intimate conversations meaningless. We were left much more emotionally connected than would have possible on a conventional first date. I felt like I owed her my loyalty simply because she had exposed her broken soul. At the same time, I knew she was damaged goods and that she would test and retest any trust that we were able to build. I hoped that I was up to the challenge. I spent the day trying to bolster my negotiating position with Hadley & Smythe. Steve suggested that I work on the proposals he needed for the business cycle. He planned to press Hadley to restore our contract and thought that I could use the proposals as leverage in the negotiations. I'd already done a lot of preparatory work, so Steve's approach made sense. My New Wingman Things went smoothly for a week or so. I worked at home, and Susan and I got together in the evening and spent most nights together. On Friday evening her office went out for drinks. She called me from the bar, "Come join us, you'll have fun." By the time I arrived they were several drinks ahead of me. Susan stood up and introduced me to her coworkers. There were no other wives or girlfriends, just a bunch of guys from the office, Susan and I. Susan raised her glass and gave a toast to me, "Let's hear it for the loser that I fired but just can't get rid of. The moron who is too stupid to know when to run away, and the sucker that puts up with all of my shit. All three in this one balding middle-aged man. You would think a woman as hot as I am could do better than this, wouldn't you?" All of the guys from the office hooted and cheered. Some of the other people in the bar cheered as well. I was expecting a test, but I didn't expect it this evening. I couldn't let it pass, and I didn't want to get mad. I wanted to take control. I grabbed Susan's drink and raised it over my head as I stood on a chair. I bellowed, "WENCH, I COMMAND YOU TO STOP AND THINK." At 'think' I leaned over and poked her in the forehead hard with my index finger, spilling some of her drink in the process. "IS THIS REALLY WHAT YOU WANT TO DO? IS THIS REALLY WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY? WILL THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?" I then stepped down and took a deep bow. It was like I had sucked all the atmosphere out of the bar. I heard the clink of glass and a door close, and I saw the mood of the evening slide off of Susan's face. "I was just having fun," she pleaded. "I'll take you home." I put my arm around her and picked up her coat and bag. I put some money on the table and said, "Good night gentlemen." "You are being too sensitive," she said as I drove. "Let me summarize what you said, 'Here's the stupid bald guy that I fired, and now watch him take my shit.' How was I supposed to respond to that?" "I didn't mean it like that." "No, what you meant was to push me away and see if I came back. The specific words really didn't matter." We drove in silence until we got to her apartment. "You're not going to come in are you?" she asked. "No, we need to break out of our routine. I can't follow you in tonight." "Can I please come to your place?" I had known she was going to test our relationship, so I wasn't angry. Now that I'd made my point, it was time to move on. "Get your stuff. I'll wait here." I helped her carry her stuff into my house and offered her a drink. My emotions had cooled, and I wanted to talk. "Am I falling in love with the real you?" I asked. It was the first time either of us had mentioned love. She took a second to think, then said, "I don't think there is a real me. I have a lot of baggage that's hard to deal with. The me that you get depends on how I'm dealing with my baggage at that instant." "I'm worried that I'm not strong enough to keep you from pushing me away at those instants." "Let's not talk about this. I want to just be happy while I've got you." The implication that whatever we had was temporary would have bothered me as a young man, but the middle-aged me knew what Susan was talking about. Nothing lasts, so we had to enjoy life while we could. Susan spent the next week in Hartford working with Steve on the transition. Steve filled me in. Hadley & Smythe was more focused on the bottom line than he had been, so many of the changes were significant. However, overall the transition wasn't bad. He told me that Susan was going through every document that I'd written. He said, "I would be concerned if I didn't know that you two were dating." I was concerned. My one chance to sell myself to Mr. Hadley was fast approaching, and Susan could either make or break my pitch. I could do little more than hope that she didn't drop another test on me during the meeting. Susan invited me to dinner the night before the big meeting. She asked me to wear a suit and tie, so I assumed we were going out. However, when she opened the door, she grabbed me by the tie and led me across her apartment like I was on a leash. She pushed me down on the bed and jumped on top of me. "I've been waiting all day for this," she purred into my ear. Then she sat up and ripped the buttons off of my shirt. She held me down by my tie, bit me hard on the nipple and rocked it between her teeth until it bled. I may have gasped a little, but I didn't say anything. She moved to bite the other nipple while pinching the wounded nipple with her fingers. "What the fuck are you doing?" I pushed her off of me and stood up. "That hurts." If I hadn't been tired and stressed about the meeting I might have been able to hold my emotions in check, instead I gathered my ruined clothes and said, "I'm sorry. I can't handle one of your tests tonight. I have to go." As I spoke to her I realized that she was completely naked. The rings and earrings that she usually wore were gone. She wasn't wearing any makeup. I could see the crow's feet at her eyes and lines around her mouth. "Please wait," she pleaded. I should have paused and taken a breath, instead I said, "I just can't handle this tonight, I will call you after the meeting," and I closed the door. The meeting with Mr. Hadley was in a small room that held a rectangular table that seated six. I sat in the middle on one side, while Susan, Mr. Hadley and Steve sat on the other. I tried to gauge Susan's demeanor, but she was unreadable. Mr. Hadley began with a gruff, "Okay, let's hear what you've got." I think that was my cue, but Steve jumped right in. He started to explain my value to the company. Mr. Hadley interrupted him. "If you are going to make his case I want you to sit on his side of the table." Steve shuffled his papers across the table then sat at my right. He continued making my case and after about ten minutes concluded that bringing me back on contract was the right thing to do. Mr. Hadley thanked Steve and said, "How to you justify your rate. You are very expensive." I was just about to speak when Susan jumped in. She said that she had been over all of the records. She said that both my submission rate and award rate were high... Mr. Hadley interrupted her, "You should probably be on the other side of the table too." Susan pushed her papers across the table and sat down at my left. She continued that based on some accounting stuff that I didn't understand I was a good deal at twice the price, or something along those lines. I tried to make eye contact, but she didn't look at me or smile at all. Mr. Hadley looked at the spreadsheets that Susan and Steve had prepared and asked me if I had anything at all to say, "or are you going to let your wingmen do all the work?" "I have very good wingmen." I said. "You do indeed," agreed Mr. Hadley. I tried to talk to Susan after the meeting, but Hadley grabbed me. "Take care of your wingmen," he lectured. "I took care of Smythe. It was the smartest thing I ever did." In the following days Susan didn't return email or text messages. She didn't pick up the phone and wouldn't even answer the doorbell. I worried that I would never be with her again, and I realized that I feared not being with her more than I feared failing one of her tests. Eventually she showed up at my doorstep unannounced on a Saturday night. "I won't take much of your time," she began. "I want you to know that I appreciate you. Even though we've only known each other for a few weeks, I've never had anyone put so much effort into making me feel loved, and I need you to know that you are precious to me." There was a sorrow in her eyes that I hadn't seen before. I replied with a simple, "Thank you." After a moment I continued, "I wish I could have been there for you that night, but it hurt too much, and I couldn't deal with another test," I said. Just above a whisper she said, "I wasn't testing you. I was trying to be more intimate." I was confused. "I know that your wife liked sex soft and gentle, but that doesn't work for me. I need pain to feel connected, and I wanted to be more connected to you. I guess it's just another way I'm fucked up, but when I bit you I was trying to share more with you, not chase you away." She gathered her nerve and said, "I love you." I wanted Susan more now than ever. I did the only thing I could think of and pulled her in close, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. "Is this okay, or do you want me to hit you?" She laughed, "A good, hard fuck is what I need." I picked her up and carried her to the bed. We flopped down, and I started biting her lips while she dug her fingers into my back, pulling at the skin through my shirt. I moved to her ear and whispered, "I am so glad you came back." She stopped, pushed me away and said, "You're talking to your wife. I need you to talk to me." I had to think for a minute before I commanded, "Look at me." I grabbed her chin and held her face so that our noses were almost touching. I could feel her breath on my lips. "You belong to me now. You will never leave me again. Do you understand?" An evil smile crossed her face, "You're a natural." We pulled at each other's clothes until I was naked, and she was in her bra and panties. I bit at her ear lobe and pressed my hand firmly against her breast while she dug the fingers of her right hand into my back. She held my head in place with her left hand and communicated with me by pressing against my head - pressing in when she wanted me to bite harder. I was appalled by how hard she pressed and how hard I bit. She began to perspire under the pain, and I could see the sweat glisten along her hairline. When she finally released my head I sat up and removed her bra. She took my change in position as an opportunity to bite at my neck, but I stopped her, "You are mine tonight. Do you understand?" She answered by laying back down. We could talk about any unmet needs in the morning. I cupped her left breast with my hand, again her hand was at the back of my head. I kneaded the breast way past my comfort level, but her hand never wavered. Her eyes and teeth were clinched, and she was sweating profusely. She began to shudder in pain, and then she released my head. I immediately released her breast and began to lick the salty wetness off of her chest. Licking sweat had never appealed to me before, but tonight it felt right. Somehow it connected me to her pain. After she recuperated her hand guided my head to the nipple of her other breast. I started by lightly sucking its salt, but her hand would have none of that. I sucked in a mouthful of her breast. "Just the nipple." I had mixed feelings about this. I knew she wanted it, but it had hurt me so badly that I didn't want to inflict the pain on anyone. But her hand was unequivocal, so I bit then I rocked her nipple over my teeth and emulated what she had done to me. Her hand was shaking at the back of my head, but it did not release. I bit harder, and then harder again. Eventually she relented and released my head. As I pulled away I did what she had done to me and pinched her wounded nipple with my fingers. She bucked underneath me and threw me onto the floor. "Oh fuck me." She yelled, then dove onto the floor after me. My cock had been hard since our embrace at the door, and she didn't hesitate to impale herself on it. She sat up and rode me like a horse. I plunged as hard as I could with my hips. The rough pounding on the floor was enough to keep my penis erect, but it was not orgasm material. Susan, on the other hand, soon came. She covered my face in kisses, and, after taking a moment to rest, we crawled back onto the bed. I mounted her in the missionary position. My hands were at her shoulders, and my face was a fraction of an inch from hers. Our bodies were slippery with sweat. Her perfume failed to mask the musky odor of her sweat and the mint failed to conceal the alcohol on her breath. I ground at her pelvis with a circular motion. My penis swam in her wetness as it moved. I couldn't remember the last time my dick was this hard. My scrotum pressed my testicles tightly to its base. I was in no hurry, and I had something I wanted to say. "I have your back, do you understand?" I softly asked. Our noses were almost in contact. The breath from my words punctuated my question. I continued to grind at her pussy in a circle. She smiled and dug her fingernails into the skin on my back. She was going to test me, but this time I was ready. I blew onto her face, and began moving in and out of her. I gazed at the crow's feet around her eyes and the lines at her mouth. I marveled at her beauty and how she had become more beautiful as I came to better know her. She sensed my admiration and saw that I wanted to play, so she dug her fingers further into my back. My pledge of loyalty, the low frequency oscillation of our intercourse and the high sting of her fingers in my back were all ingredients with contrasting sensations and textures that made up a spicy delicacy for the body and soul. I arched my back in pain while my cock throbbed as if it needed more of the delicious concoction. She happily obliged by dragging her fingernails across my back, deeply digging into the skin. I expected her to say something, but her full attention was focused on reading me. I found it intoxicating to have such a beautiful woman so intently focused on me, my pleasure and my pain. "You are safe." I purred as I continued to increase the intensity. I pulled myself out of her and then slowly reinserted my stiff penis into her flowing vagina. She slapped my ass, and with that slap she asked me to do it again. I did it again and she gave me another hard slap, this time begging me to reinsert my cock. I penetrated and re-penetrated her vagina over and over again, while she spanked my ass and clawed at my back. Eventually, I changed tack, and I pressed myself all the way in and said "You are loved." I drove my hard cock as far as I could into her accepting pussy. I held it in for several seconds then, without fully extracting myself I re-plumbed her depths. She failed to increase the burn, instead she was consumed with a second, more intense orgasm. I saw the focus leave her face and I felt her body shudder underneath me. It was enough to push me over the edge. As I came I put my mouth next to her ear and whispered, "I am your wingman." Then I began to shudder as well. We lay there for several minutes covered in our sweat and cum. The sadness that had filled her face earlier in the evening had been replaced by what can only be described as joy. She wrapped her arms around me and said, "I have a wingman."