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Marci

By: K.K.



It was a brisk October evening and it had just started to spit rain as I sat in my car about a half block from my house. I was feeling guilty about spying on her like this but I had to find out if my wife was cheating on me. 

The events leading up to that night started six years earlier when I met Marci at a friends wedding. I was sitting at the same table as Marci at the reception and a mutual friend introduced us. Marci made an immediate impression on me. Marci is five feet ten inches tall and weighs about 125 pounds. At the time she had long dark brown hair that hung in curls around her shoulders. She has large, very expressive brown eyes. Her body was beautifully sculpted with high, firm breasts nicely rounded buttocks and shapely legs. Over all she was a very attractive woman. At the time we did nothing more than exchange hellos. It wasn't until several days later that we spoke again.

It was the following Wednesday night that I ran into Marci in a local watering hole. She just happened to be walking past me so I said hello. She looked at me for a minute then remembered meeting me at the wedding. She stopped to talk to me and I bought her a drink and the next thing I knew it was closing time and I was giving Marci a ride home. 

I walked her to her door and asked her if she would go out with me that weekend. She said that she would so I kissed her goodnight and went happily on my way home. 

From that point on I spent every moment I could with her. Although we had not had sex yet, Marci said that she wanted to wait till she was married, I knew I was in love with her after just a couple of months. When I told her that I loved her she didn't respond right away and finally said that she liked me very much but wasn't sure if she loved me. For a while after that it seemed that she wanted to stop seeing me. She didn't stop seeing me completely but she told me she would only go out with me once a week.

That wasn't enough for me. I had to have all or nothing so I started going to the places I knew she would be with her friends and on many of these nights Marci would end up leaving with me, but it also put a strain on the relationship. Marci often got mad at me for following her around.

Then one night we were going to a party at a friend's house after work. Marci got off before I did and was already at the party when I got there. I don't know what started it but Marci seemed to be ignoring me when I got to the party so still being young and immature I ignored her too. Things just got worse as the party went on and by the time it ended Marci and I weren't speaking and she left with her girlfriends to go to a bar.

I went to the bar later and found Marci talking to some guy I didn't know. I got extremely jealous and went over and insisted that she come talk to me. I asked her, "Whose the guy your talking to?"

Marci said, "His name is Stan. I went out with him a couple of times a few years ago."

"Did he ask you out?" 

Marci said, "Yes, but he's married."

I said, "What does that mean? That if he wasn't married that you would go out with him?"

Marci said, "I don't know. Maybe."

I wasn't sure if Marci said that just to make me jealous or if she really would go out with him. I lost control and called Marci a slut. Then I calmed down and tried to apologize. 

I don't remember how but I managed to get Marci to leave with me that night and I drove her home. When we got to her house, Marci said that she didn't think we should see each other anymore. I was heart broken but I kept my mouth shut. 

After that night I didn't see Marci for two weeks. Then I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to talk to her. At the time Marci worked as a waitress so I went to the restaurant where she worked and when I saw her I asked her if we could go someplace and talk. She said that she was working a split shift that day and would be ready to leave in ten minutes. 

We drove around for a while and then stopped near the bay. We got out and went for a walk. We talked about everything except what had happened the last time we were together. Finally as we sat on a large tree trunk that was lying on the beach I asked Marci if she would go out with me again. Marci said, "You make me feel weird." 

That wasn't the answer I was hoping for. I tried to get her to tell what she meant, but she just kept saying that I just made her feel weird. Then finally as I was dropping her back off at work Marci put her arms around my neck and kissed me and said, "I think I feel weird because I am in love with you." Then she kissed me again and got out of the car and ran into the restaurant.

After that things got very much better between us even though we still hadn't had sex. Over the next couple of months our passion grew. For some time Marci and I had been doing just about everything except intercourse. Our passions had become a sort of routine. We would go into Marci's bed and start kissing. I would work my way to her breasts, Marci gets really hot when you suck on her breasts, and then I would go down and bring her to orgasm with my mouth and tongue. After that Marci would stroke my cock with her hand until I climaxed. Then one night I just sensed that Marci wanted more so I got on top of her and guided my cock to her pussy. When I stared rubbing the head of my cock against her lips Marci made no move to stop me so I started pushing the head of my cock inside her. I was able to get in just a couple of inches then my cock wouldn't go any farther. As I started to press harder Marci wrapped her arms around me and held me as tight as she could. Then I gave one hard push and slid the rest of the way in. 

I was so excited to finally be inside Marci that I wasn't able to last very long. As I felt my climax approaching I pulled out and shot my load of semen on Marci's pubic hair. 

Marci didn't say a word as I dressed to go home. I was afraid that maybe I had forced her to do this against her will or that I had hurt her more than she let on. As I got ready to leave I sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her and was surprised to get a very passionate kiss back. I said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Marci asked, "What Time?" I don't go to work until three. Can you come over before I have to go in?"

I told Marci I would come over for lunch, and then I went home.

The next day on the way over to Marci's I was worried about how she was going to react to what had happened the night before. She was no longer a virgin and I wasn't sure if that would upset her or not. When I got to the apartment Marci had lunch ready and we ate and talked about nothing in particular. As soon as we had cleared away the dishes Marci kissed me and asked, "Do you want to do it now?"

I was a little surprised by the question and responded with, "Do what?"

Marci kissed me again and said, "You know, what we did last night." Then she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom. Marci must have been very horny because she couldn't wait to get me inside her. When I entered her she was already well lubricated and we went at it for what seemed like an hour. We had no protection so I had to pull out when I felt my climax starting. Afterward as Marci was playing with my cock she asked me, "Would you like it if I kissed it?"

I said, "Do you want to?"

"Yes"

I said, "Then go ahead. I would love it." Then Marci took my cock into her mouth and in spite of her inexperience she gave me a great blowjob stopping just short of making me cum. Then she jerked me off letting me cum on her breasts.

After that our relationship only got stronger and we were very active sexually. Marci got on the pill so I no longer had to pull out when I climaxed. We even started talking about the future and the possibility of marriage. Everything was going great until one night I picked Marci up to go out and she was in a bad mood. I tried to find out what was upsetting her but I couldn't. As we were sitting in our favorite watering hole having a drink one of Marci's friends stopped by the table and told us about a party at some guys house. Neither of us knew the host but Marci wanted to go. When we got to the party there were a few people I knew so I chatted with them as Marci went off with one of her friends. Marci came back to where I was about a half hour later and said she wanted to go home. 

When we got back to her apartment Marci told me she wasn't feeling well and she just wanted to go to bed so I dropped her off and left. As I headed for home I thought about Marci's behavior that evening. She had been acting like I had done something wrong but I couldn't imagine what I had done. So I decided to go back to her apartment and make her tell me why she was acting that way. As I pulled up across the street from her apartment I saw Marci getting into a car with another guy. They were headed in the other direction so I couldn't get turned around in time to follow them and I didn't recognize the guy so I couldn't imagine where she would be going. 

It was already late enough that the bars were closed so I had no place I could even begin to look for her. So I went home and spent the night wondering whom Marci was with and what she was doing with him. 

I was hurt and angry so I didn't call Marci for three days. When I finally called her she seemed a little distant and I sensed that she was nervous. She agreed to see me that night. 

When I got to her apartment I had already decided that if she didn't give me satisfactory answers to my questions it was over. I sat down with her at the kitchen table and asked, "What's going on?"

She said, "What do you mean?"

I had decided that I wasn't going to make this easier on her by telling her right away that I seen her getting in a car with another guy. "I want to know why you were acting the way you were the other night."

Marci, "I told you. I wasn't feeling well."

"You were feeling well enough when your friend told you about that party."

Marci said, "I thought I might feel better if I was around other people having fun, we weren't having any fun."

"But we were barely at the party a half hour when you had to go home."

Marci didn't look at me as she said, "I wasn't feeling any better so I wanted to go home."

She was lying to me and it was time to play my trump card. I said, "So you were really sick. I though that you were mad at me for some reason and just wanted to get rid of me."

Marci said, "I wasn't mad at you. I just felt lousy."

Then I hit her with it. "I guess if you were that sick that guy I saw you getting into the car with must be someone you called to take you to the emergency room."

Marci looked as though I had punched her in the stomach. She just said, "What are you talking about."

I told her how I had decided to come back to her apartment to find out what the problem was and I saw her leaving with another guy.

Marci said, "Oh my God. You saw me?" Then she started to cry.

I said, "Why are you crying. I am the one who should be crying. I didn't cheat on you, you cheated on me."

Marci said, "I didn't cheat on you. I didn't do anything."

"I am supposed to believe that after you lied to me about not feeling well and wanting me to take you home that you snuck out with this other guy and you didn't do anything. The only reason I can think of that you would sneak out with another guy at that hour of the night would be to fuck him. Is that what you did?"

Marci said, "No. I didn't do anything we just talked."

I said, "Marci, this episode has killed our relationship. There is no point in lying to me because it won't change the fact that you lied to me and snuck around behind my back."

"I am not lying."

"Okay Marci, who was he?"

"John Martin."

"Who's he and how do you know him."

"I used to go out with him."

I asked, "Why did you go out with him the other night?"

"I don't know. I hadn't seen him in a long time and he was at that party. I was talking to him and he asked me if I would take a ride with him after the party."

"But why did you go?"

"I told you I don't know. I was just feeling kind of strange that night."

"Where did he take you?"

"We just drove around for a while and then we sat in the car and talked."

I said, "In your conversation with him did you mention my name? Did you tell him that you had a boyfriend?" Did you even think of me?

"No."

"Is that because I stopped being your boyfriend that night?"

"No."

"Do you love him?"

"No. I love you."

"Bull shit! Now tell me the truth, did you fuck him? Or did you suck his cock or did he put his finger in your pussy? What did you two do in his car that night."

Marci started crying again saying, "I swear I didn't do anything except talk to him."

At that point I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether I believed Marci or not and I didn't know what I was going to do in either case so I just got up and left.

A couple of days went by then Marci called me and practically begged me to come talk to her. So I went over to her apartment that evening. Marci began by telling me that she was very sorry that she had snuck out with John Martin but quickly added that nothing happened between them. She said that she didn't know why she went out with him that night but knew immediately after she got into his car that she should not have been with him. She said that she knew John wanted to have sex with her but she told him that she couldn't. Then Marci begged me to believe her. She said that nothing like that would ever happen again. 

I had to make a decision based on faith and nothing else. Not religious faith but my faith in Marci.

Did I believe that she was telling me the truth? I chose to believe her, not because I was sure she was telling the truth but because I wanted the truth to be what she told me.

It took a while but we were able to put all that behind us. Marci was more loving and gave me no reason to doubt her again. We got married a year and a half after that and for the past three years had what I thought was a very happy marriage.

Then my world began to collapse around me. I had taken a Monday off and was working in my yard. I went into the garage to get a tool when the phone rang. I picked up the extension in the garage at the same time Marci picked up the phone in out bedroom. Marci said hello before I did so I didn't say anything as I waited to see who the call was for. Then a man's voice said, "Marci, is that you?"

Marci said, "Yes, who's this?"

Then the man said, "This is John Martin."

Marci hesitated a moment then said, "John. How are you?"

John said, "I'm doing well, how about you?"

Marci said that she was also doing well. Then there was silence for a few moments. Then John said, "I'm in town on business and I thought that I would give you a call and see if maybe we could get together. Would you be free anytime this week?"

Marci was quiet for a minute and finally said, "I can't do that, I'm married now."

"I know you're married but why should that stop us from seeing each other?"

I wanted to answer his question by saying, "Because I'll break your neck if you come any where near Marci." But instead I listened with my mouth shut.

John said, "Don't you want to see me?"

Then Marci stabbed me in the heart by saying, "I would like to see you but I just don't think it would be a good idea."

Then John floored me with his next statement. "You didn't think it was a good idea the last time we got together, what was that about five years ago, but we had fun that night didn't we? Don't you want to do that again?"

So Marci did lie to me after all. I could feel the anger building in me. I wanted to scream into the phone but instead I waited to see what Marci would do this time. 

Finally Marci said, "I don't think so John. I can't do that again."

John said, "Well, okay. Can I call you again later in the week."

Marci said that he could and John said, "Good. Then you think about it and I'll call you Wednesday and see if you changed your mind." Then he quickly hung up the phone. I waited till Marci put down the phone before I did.

I sat down on a bench in the garage and tried to decide what to do. Should I just confront Marci about what I had just heard and accuse her of lying to me about her night out with John Martin or accept that she had turned him down this time and let what happened in the past stay buried. But if he called her again on Wednesday would she turn him down again? And how would I know? I can't hide at home on Wednesday and wait to listen in on their call could I?

I sat for another half hour and thought about what I was going to do. This time Marci wouldn't be able to lie her way out of it if she went out with John. I was going to catch her in the act. I called my office and arranged to have Wednesday off. Then I went in the house and when Marci came down stairs I looked her in the eye and said, "I heard the phone ring earlier, who called?"

Marci said "Wrong number."

I decided it was time for me to make a bad joke and said, "Wrong number? Oh yea, that's what I told her to say if a woman answered the phone." I pretended to laugh at my joke while I watched Marci's reaction. She seemed to be very uncomfortable. The next thing I did was to make a big show of calling my office to check my voice mail. As I listened to my messages I said, "Oh shit."

Then I hung up the phone and immediately made another call, to my own phone, and pretended that I was talking to my boss. "What time do I have to be there?... For how long?.... I guess it'll by all right. Have Sarah make my reservations and I'll pick up my tickets in the morning.... Okay... You're welcome.... Bye." Then I hung up the phone and turn to Marci who was standing near by watching me the whole time I was on the phone. 

Marci asked, "What was that about?"

I said, "The boss wants me top go to up to Boston for a meeting Wednesday. So I'll have to fly out Wednesday morning and be back Thursday evening."

It struck me as interesting that Marci, rather than looking like this was a good thing looked very unhappy about my going away. I often had to go away on over night trips and while Marci didn't like it she never looked as upset about it as she did this time but she didn't say a word.

I have a little garden shed behind my house where I keep my lawn mower and my garden tools. I used a spool of telephone wire I had in the garage and ran a line out to my shed and hid the wire in the shrubs and bushes around the house. Then I took the telephone out of the garage and put it into my shed and turned the ringer down as low as I could and still me able to here it at close range.

On Wednesday morning I packed my overnight bag and put a couple of sandwiches in a bag with a cold drink. Then I kissed Marci and told her I would see her the next day. I drove the car around the block and parked it then walked back through an empty lot behind our house and slipped into the shed with my sandwiches and a book. The phone I had been using in my garage and had now put into use in the shed was an old office phone and had a line light on it. That is, it had a light that would come on if the phone line was in use. That way I would know if Marci made any calls as well as hearing the ring for in coming calls. 

While I was waiting I removed the mouthpiece from the phone so that it wouldn't pick up any noise from me then I sat back with my book and began to read. In the morning there was one call from the dentist reminding Marci of an upcoming appointment. I ate my sandwich and drank my soda around noon and by one o'clock I had to pee so badly I couldn't stand it. I slipped out of the shed and into the trees behind it to relieve myself. When I came back into the shed the line light on the phone was lit. My heart was pounding when I picked up the phone to hear, "There's no obligation. We'll send this out to you for your 30 day free trial and if you are not satisfied just cancel the account and keep the book as our gift..."


Marci



Jack

My life is a shambles and I don't know what to do about it.

Five years ago I was a banker, a middle management executive at southern regional bank that was taken over by one of the big national banks. We had it all, a four bedroom house on twenty acres, a couple of horses for the kids to ride, membership in the country club, and the expectation of a rich and rewarding life. Marci, my second wife, worked in a real estate office and brought in a nice extra income. I married her 5 years ago when the girls were twelve. Life was good; it turned out to be too good to last. That was when the cost cutters moved in and I was one of the first to go. I was 50 years old and nobody else would match my salary level. It turned out that nobody would even match half of what I made and it eventually came to the point where no one wanted anyone my age. Or any age for that matter, since all the banks were consolidating. Meanwhile the housing boom collapsed and Marci's income, which was based on commissions, collapsed with it. 

We have twin girls, and there is a probability that we will default on our mortgage. My bank account was at zero and we lived on what Marci could bring home. 

Marci

I met Jack twelve years ago; I was twenty five and working for the first time as a real estate broker. He had come to the real estate office looking to find a new home, the old one had too many bad memories and recently he had received a promotion that afforded him the ability to move. He had lost his first wife in an automobile accident on I-95, three years earlier, leaving him with two five year old twin daughters. I didn't know then the circumstances of his wife's demise; I only found that out some time later. I found a lovely semi rural home for him with a small barn and he was delighted with it. It was my first multi-million dollar sale. On the day he closed on the purchase he took me out to dinner to celebrate. He was handsome and also delightful company although I did notice sadness about him. I didn't see him again for several years until I met him again at a charity dinner dance where we ended up at the same table. Maybe it was fate or a meddling seating chairman matching up two single people, but it brought us together. 

After spending another delightful evening we started dating and I was spending time at his place. I hit it off with the girls, I think they were starved for some motherly influence and I came to look forward to my time with them. Finally Jack came to realize that he was in love with me and me with him and that together we would be good as a family. Before he proposed he told me the story of the accident that took his wife so that I could understand why he couldn't think of any romantic entanglements when we first met. She died in a car accident on I-95 on a winter night, in a car driven by a man five years younger than her. The car had driven into a fog bank at seventy miles an hour and rear ended a big rig that had prudently slowed to twenty. The crash sheared off the hood and top of the car, decapitating the driver. Helen, Jacks wife, had her neck broken when her head was caught between the driver's legs and the steering wheel. She had half of his cock in her mouth. When he took me out that first time, it was the first date he had since she died and the few he had afterwards didn't leave him wanting more. When we met at the charity ball and started dating he began to feel alive again and realize how good I was for him and the girls. 

I accepted his proposal with a kiss that developed into a passionate embrace. He said to me, 

"I haven't been with a woman in so long; I may not know what to do." I said,

"It's like riding a bicycle, you never forget. Just don't fall off."

He was a gentle lover. I think he kissed every inch of my body that night. He touched every erogenous spot he could find. I finally said,

"Do it! I need you inside of me. Fuck me."

He slid into me easily, I pussy was flooded. I let out a tremendous sigh.

"I love you Jack and I want to make you happy." and we were.

Jack 

When I met Marci for the second time I began to feel alive again. I had gone for years in a semi fog. I did my job well enough and I made time for the girls but life was just one day after another, just one more day to get through. If it weren't for them I think I might have killed myself. The first bright spot was when I bought this property. I was so happy I took the agent who found it for me out to dinner. She was a lovely woman but it was much too soon for me to even think of embarking on any romantic adventure. I was just too devastated by my wife's death and even more so by the manner in which she died. When I met Marci again I guess I was more ready and when I saw how well she got along with my daughters I fell in love with her. When I proposed she said she wanted to make me happy and she did. Life was good again until I got downsized.

I don't think anyone who has not experienced it can realize how emasculating it is not to be able to support your family. I had gone from making almost half a million a year to zero. Nobody was hiring a man my age in the banking business and I had never done anything else. Yes, I had savings but I also had a big mortgage, wife and two teenage daughters almost ready for college. Marci made about a hundred thousand a year but that ended with the housing boom and as our savings began to run out I fell into a depression. I was useless, but Marci wasn't. She got the idea that she could run a sex toy business, something like Tupperware parties, at our house or other women's house in different neighborhoods. She went out and, I don't know how, hustled up a variety of sexy items and invited some female friends to our house for a party. She even made a couple of hundred bucks. Well she sold all she had and as word got around more women wanted to attend and she had to increase her inventory. Soon I was drafted to help her cart her stock back and forth when she had to have the party at homes some distance from ours. Of course I couldn't stay, so I had to go home and wait for her to call and go back to help carry the left over stock and bring her home. This went on for several nights a week for about six months. Then business stared to fall off. About four weeks later it picked up again. A month or so later as I pulled up to the party house I saw a young man leave and drive away. Usually, by the time I get there after she calls, everything is packed and all I have to do is carry it out. Tonight, she had just started to pack.

"Who was the guy I saw walking out?"

"Oh he is an entertainer I hired to perk up business. It worked; I tripled business in the last three weeks."

"What kind of entertainer?"

"He is a male stripper." 

"Was that him I just saw leaving?"

"It must have been. He was the only man here."

"Where's the hostess?"

"Dianne just went upstairs, why all the questions?"

"Nothing, I was just surprised."

Marci

My party business after starting off like a house on fire slowed up after about six months. After all, I only knew so many people and those I knew were now loaded up with plenty of sex toys. I got the idea of getting some entertainment at my parties. I found a guy, his name was Rick, and he worked part time at a male strip club. He was a hunk, 22 years old and a weight lifter. The women went wild over him and attendance tripled and so did sales. The third night he worked for me was at Dianne's house. When I went to pay him he demanded three times what I had paid him before. I told him,

"No way." to which he replied,

"Look I know I increased your business and I want a share."

"You got it when you got the job."

Dianne walked in just then and asked.

"What share is that?" I answered,

"He wants triple pay." Dianne looked at his package; he was still in his thong and said, 

"How about double, Marci and me?" I looked at her and said,

"Dianne, are you crazy?" Rick said, 

"For both of you, I'll work for pussy."

I thought for a moment and realized that would triple my profit for the night. I gave a reluctant,

"OK, but it will have to be fast. I have to call Jack to pick me up and I can't be too late. Do me first."

I lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties and bent over the display table to display my ass. I didn't want romance I just wanted a fast fuck to save money. I didn't count on the size of his cock. He entered me slowly and I gasped at the width of that salami entering me. My god, he was only part way and I felt stuffed. His hand snaked under my belly and rubbed my clit as he filled me deeper and I came. I couldn't help myself. Jack had been so depressed lately we hadn't made love in weeks and I never realized how starved I was for a good fuck. I screamed,

"Deeper, harder, fuck me you bastard." 

I came for the third time when he finally did. Dianne, who had watched the whole thing, was hotter than hell by this time, said,

"Come on lover boy, eat me first then fuck me like you did her."

He sat her on the edge of the sofa, raised her legs until her knees were along side her head and buried his face in her pussy. He had her screaming so loud I thought the neighbors would call the cops. Then he turned her over, had her kneel on the sofa and fucked her from behind. By the time he was finished, she was limp as a wet noodle. She lay the moaning,

"That was incredible. Why can't my husband have a cock like that? Marci sign him up to a long term contract." Rick replied, 

"I'll work for you every week for the same pay scale."

What had I gotten myself into? I knew I needed the money badly but this would make me little more that a whore. 

"Let me think about this," was all I could say, "I'll let you know next week Rick."

I went to clean myself up and call Jack to come for me. When I got back Rick and Dianne were at it again, this time missionary style. She was very vocal.

"That's the spot. Yes. Yes. Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh gaaaawwwwd. I want more. Fuck me faster stud. AAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I finally said,

"Break it up you two. My husband will be here any minute now and so will yours Dianne.

If you get caught there will be no next week."

Dianne went upstairs to clean up and replace her cum covered clothes and Rick dressed and left. Two minutes later, as I started as I started to pack, Jack rang the door bell and the questions began.

Jack 

Surprised and suspicious, I was once burned, twice shy. I was betrayed by my first wife and now I hope not, by my second. Even worse, she was the bread winner, what could I do if I found out she was a cheater too?

"Who was the guy I saw just saw leaving?" I asked

"I hired him three weeks ago and our business has tripled."

"You never told me about him."

"Yes I did honey, you must have forgotten."

Not wanting to argue the point I helped her pack up and carry the cartons out to the car. When I went in for the last one I heard Dianne say,

"You have to have him back. Please, I can't get enough of that guy."

"I told you I would think about it. I'll let you know after I talk to him." I asked,

"What was that about?"

"Rick wants more money and I am not sure I can meet his price."

"Can't you get someone else?"

"I got him because he was half the price of the others. I'll just see what I can work out with him."

I really had no reason to be suspicious. All I had seen was the guy leaving, the guy she had never told me about, and Dianne's remark but I knew I had to get to the bottom of this. I was going to have to keep my eye on her.

Marci

Some of the women must have told their husbands about my sex toy business and I started to get some offers to show them at bachelor parties. This had never occurred to me. When I told Jack about the offers he asked,

"What's involved when you show your toys?"

"Nothing really, I just tell the women where and how to use them. They catch on pretty fast." he answered,

"Then just do the same at a bachelor party."

So, I accepted the job. As you know, bachelor parties are not the same as hen parties. I started to show my toys and the guys went wild. They wanted a demonstration. They had a stripper there and I asked her if she would help out. She was game for it and I let her show them off. As she did, she was getting turned on and the guys could see that. They started hollering for me to join her and I said, 

"No way!"

They kept shouting and I finally gave in. We showed vibrators, clamps, dildos, bondage gear, the whole works and the two of us were so turned on we started humping and kissing each another. The guys kept egging us on and as we kissed I just lost it. I came and she did too. They want wild. They bought almost two thousand dollars worth and gave me five hundred more for the show. Financially, it was the best night I ever had, up until then.

I had never been with a woman before and never had any kind of sex in public. I was surprised how turned on I got from doing both. Using the vibrators and dildos on myself and on her was hot enough but when I felt her body against mine when we kissed was the ultimate. I swear I could feel her nipples try to pierce my chest and the feeling of mine against her just tipped me over. I came so hard my legs almost gave out. I didn't want to end that kiss and I didn't until my contractions stopped. I was leaking down my thighs and I knew I wanted more, I knew I had crossed a line. Between the hen and bachelor parties I was now working three or four night a week and we were now doing more than just meeting household expenses. Jack didn't seem to like me being out so often but we still needed my income so I decided to make him part of the operation. He was a banker and knew how to handle finances so I made him my CFO.

I came home from shopping one afternoon in May and I heard a lot of laughing and giggling coming from the back room where we stored my inventory. I opened the door and saw my two eighteen year old stepdaughters going through my stock of toys.

"What do you two think you are doing? You have no business opening these cartons."

"We heard about your business from one of our friends and we wanted to see for ourselves. This stuff is cool. Can we have some samples?"

I looked at the two of them and suddenly realized how beautiful they were. Identical twins, 5'2", blonde and built like Barbie dolls. A light bulb lighted up in my head.

"I can do better than that. How would you like to help me in the business?"

"How can we do that?"

"I have to hire people to help me demonstrate the toys at my parties. If you two would do that for me I could save that expense and you could help me carry the stuff in and out. That way your father won't have to chauffeur me back and forth. The business really would be a family affair."

They jumped at the chance. 

Jack

Marci now has my two daughters helping her with her sex toy business and she has put me to work keeping the books. She called me her CFO. At least now I don't have to cart her back and forth and I am sure there will be no hanky panky with the girls to watch over her. Her business has grown quite large and we are beginning to make a comfortable living from it. Thru my banking connections I was able to arrange financing so that were are now able to import our inventory directly from the Orient to greatly improve our margin of profit. Now that I am working productively I seem to have recovered from my depression and have even begun to have an interest in sex with Marci again. She seems not only genuinely happy about that but much more improved in her responsiveness. The girls also are enthusiastic about working with her and don't seem to mind that their free time is now so much dedicated to the family business.

Mardi felt that she needs more space for her parties. The hen parties had grown too big too be held in homes any more and the bachelor parties too wild, so she put me to work finding a more suitable location. I found an old hotel that had gone bankrupt. The bank that now owned it would let it go for the back taxes. It had, at one time, been used for small business conventions and had all the equipment we would need. I won't go into how I raised the money to buy and refurbish it, but being an ex-banker I was able to handle it. I was busy for months supervising the redecorating of the building and getting it ready for the first parties. We only did the meeting rooms to begin with, leaving the guest rooms empty and then the first week we were open I attended my first hen and bachelor parties. What I saws astounded me.

Marci

Now that I had two beautiful assistants business improved exponentially. It literally exploded, especially the bachelor parties. The girls took to it like ducks to water; maybe they inherited their sex drive and lack of inhibitions from their mother. At the hen parties they would strip down to they lingerie and demonstrate the toys even to the point of orgasm. Because I had done away with Rick I didn't have to worry about having any sex involved and they claimed to still being virgins. At the bachelor parties the girls would still do their act and they got the guys really hot but we still had a stripper and she provided any sex any of the men would want.

The parties were getting too large as our reputation grew. Sex really does sell. Jack found us an old hotel and fixed it up enough for us to start using it for the parties. Our opening week was when he first saw what we were doing. After the first hen party he came to me and said,

"What the hell are you doing?"

"For crying out loud Jack, what did you think we were doing?"

"I didn't think you were acting like a bunch of whores in front of those women."

"Whoa there honey, there was no sex on that stage."

"I saw my daughters get themselves off in front of those women."

"That's right, self masturbation with toys in front of women. No men, exhibitionist but no prostitution. Any thing else you have to say, save it for after you see the bachelor party tomorrow night."

We went home that night and the atmosphere between us was positively fridged. The next night he came to the bachelor party. It was a wild one. There must have been a hundred guys there and enough booze to float a battleship. It was the biggest party I had ever thrown and very, very profitable. We had two strippers, who when they were not on stage were giving lap dances for tips and I didn't know what else when I didn't know where they were. Afterwards, the girls had gone home earlier, in the car alone with Jack we started to talk,

"Do you see what you have done to my daughters?"

'They are our daughters Jack; I love them just as if I had given birth to them. I know I saved them from a life of poverty because their father retreated from his responsibility to support them. You left us Jack, not physically but mentally. We were going to loose everything, so I did what I could to keep us together. It developed in to this. The girls claim to still be virgins and I never sold myself for money (I carefully never mentioned Rick) so there are no whores in family. Yes, we are in the sex business, and maybe not so socially acceptable, but it pays the bills and does it damn well. How much did we make on the party tonight?"

"About five thousand," was the glum reply.

"Can we afford to give it up?"

I saw his shoulders slump as he drove.

"Pull over to the side of the road."

When he did I continued,

"Jack I loved you when we were rich and I loved you when we were poor. I love you now and I always will. You are getting better now and that will be better for all of us. The girls will start college in the fall and it will be just you and I. We have a good business going now but I would give it up in a heart beat if you could support us like you did before."

While I was talking my hand had gone to his cheek and I turned his face to mine. We leaned together and we kissed. I lifted his hand to my breast and mine went to his cock. He was hard already and my nipples were standing tall.




Marci



"Put your seat all the way down." I told him.

As he did I slipped my panties off and took his cock out.

"I want you in me now."

I straddled him and sunk down on his rod, it was just what he needed and I knew just what I wanted. He needed his confidence back and I wanted the husband that I had married. I think we both got what we wanted that night by the side of the road.

Jack

That night, after the bachelor party, I came to realize that Marci had not betrayed me nor had my daughters prostituted themselves. It was true, that in a sense, they were workers in the sex industry but they were not whores and I could live with that. We had to replace the girls when the fall came so I hired two girls to help Marci. Well, hired was not really true, we paid them minimum wages with the understanding that they would be the strippers and work for tips. They could also keep any tips they got from lap dancing or whoring. We would provide the private rooms and they seemed to do very well. So well indeed, with both the men's and women's parties, that we had to refurbish more rooms. We were now running a hot sheet hotel. Over time we began to get a widespread reputation in the sex business, we even got investigated by the local legal authorities. I was able to point out that that since we were not soliciting, promoting or engaging in prostitution nothing illegal was going on. One day I got a request from an organization who had heard of our reputation and they wanted to use our facilities for a convention next year. I got a caterer to agree to refurbish the dining facilities for the exclusive rights to host any parties we had that wanted food and drink service and to run a restaurant if he so chose. We now had a full service hotel. Sex really, really, did sell.

Four year rolled by in no time. The girls were finished with college and although Marci was still busy with her party business, she was doing less of the demonstrating. That pleased me no end. Our life was good again until we met John Hamilton at our first BDSM convention. I should say until Marci met him, I only became acquainted with him until after it was too late. He is an extraordinary personality. Women seem to be drawn to him like moths to a flame and they meet the same fate. They are destroyed. I don't mean physically, but rather changed so much mentally, that they are never the same. That is what happened to Marci and then to my two girls.

Marci

I was circulating at the first BDSM convention at our hotel, marveling at the costumes and activities of our guests. They were a wild bunch. As much as we had been in the sex business we had never touched on this aspect of it. I was curious as to how I might include it in our presentations. I watched male Doms control their slaves and females Doms do the same. There was a sexual tension in the air the whole time. To watch the submissives accept their discipline was a very erotic spectacle and some of the Doms, both male and female, were very beautiful people. I was drawn to one man in particular. I heard several people address him as Master John and I hung around on the periphery of the group to eavesdrop. He eventually noticed me and invited me into the group surrounding him. He said,

"I notice you are not wearing any fetish attire."

"No. Actually my husband and I own this hotel and I am here just to make sure that everything is going smoothly." he replied,

"You must be the Marci I have heard so much about."

"I am Marci and I am curious to hear what you heard. He asked,

"Is there somewhere private where we can talk?"

"Sure I replied," and I led him to one of the unused guest rooms.

We sat opposite each other at a small table in the room and as he began to speak I looked at him. He was a magnificent man, broad shouldered, slim hipped, and handsome. It was his eyes that got to me. They seemed to caress me as he spoke; they seemed to undress me as his words flowed over me. Everything about him seemed hypnotic and yet arousing. I can't remember a word about what he was saying but my nipples got hard and I was wet.

I snapped out of it when I heard him say,

"You are a very beautiful woman Marci."

"Thank you." was the only reply I could manage.

"I would very much like to own you."

"I already have a husband that I love very much."

"I don't want to love you. I want to own you. You can keep your husband. I want your body and you are going to give it to me when I want it."

"Why do you want me?"

"Because you are beautiful. Because I want you and because I can have you."

"Why do you think you can have me."

"Your nipples are telling me and I can smell your arousal. Your pussy is soaked."

He was right. I was squirming in my chair and I wanted to cum.

"Please." I said,

"Please what?"

"Please don't do this to me."

"Don't do what to you?"

"Don't treat me like this."

"Treat you like what?"

"Don't treat me like a slut."

"But you are my dear. Look at yourself squirming there in your chair. You want to cum. Your nipples are almost popping out of your bra and your panties are soaked through. I know you want to cum now."

"Nooooooo. Yyyyyyesssssssssssssss."

"Not until you tell me what you are."

"Nooooooooo. Please."

"What are you?"

"Noooooooo. I I I am a slut," and I came. 

Sitting in my chair, in my hotel, without touching my self, I soaked my panties, my dress and my chair. It was a bone rattling experience. When I came down to earth I heard the command,

"Stand up slut." I stood up. I had no control of myself.

"You are not only a slut. You are a dirty slut. Your dress is filthy wet. Take it off, your wet panties too." 

I stood there wearing only my bra. I watched his eyes examining me, I felt like he was fucking me. 

"Touch yourself. Rub your clitie for me ."

"Noooooooooo I can't."

"Do it slut."

Why did my hand go between my thighs? Why did my legs open? Why did I obey him? I rubbed my clit. It was the most sensitive it has ever been. I moaned and I rubbed.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please may I cum?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"I don't know. I just know I have to ask."

"Do you know what my name is?"

"John Hamilton?"

"Close, but not right."

"Master John?"

"Very close."

"John?." 

"No. 

"Master?"

"Good now ask me properly."

"Master may I cum?"

"Yes my slut. Do it for me. Cum hard."

I did, I came hard, so hard I fell right into his out stretched arms. I was babbling incoherently. I had never felt such an orgasm. I think I fainted.

When I regained my senses, I found myself kneeling between his thighs. We were both nude and my head was against his shoulder. I could feel his hard cock against my upper belly. He was whispering in my ear, 

"You came twice for me. You called me Master. You let me control you and you obeyed me. Do you have any doubts about how I can do as I wish with you?"

What had he done to me? I had no idea but I realized that he was right and I wanted more. 

"No, I have no doubts."

He reached around me and slapped my ass, hard.

"OOwwwwwwwwwww," I cried.

"I thought I just taught you how to address me."

"No Master, I have no doubts."

He leaned forward gathered me to him and kissed me and I surrendered to him when his tongue invaded my mouth. He lifted me like I was a feather and sat me on his knees facing him, my legs straddling his, and his hands went to my ass.

"I am going to pull you towards me and as I do you are going to take my cock in your hands and guide it into your cunt."

I had no doubts about what I was going to do. I was going to obey him. I knew what he wanted. He wanted my complete surrender, he wanted me to give myself to him and he knew I was going to do it. As he pulled be towards himself, I grasped his cock and tilted it down, I even rose up a bit and took him into me. My face fell to his shoulder and I moaned as I settled tightly on to him.

"Do you belong to me slut?"

"Yes Master. I belong to you. I am your slut."

And so I committed myself to another man, a man who was not my husband. He fucked me then, or rather I should say I fucked him since I was on top. I used my body every way I knew to get him off as I whispered of my devotion to him in his ear. When he finally came, I came with him. Between the two of us there was a flood that drenched the chair and the floor. He had me clean his cock and thighs with my mouth and my tongue then he dressed and left with a short kiss and the comment that he would be in touch with me. I had no way to contact him. I had to find a maid's smock in the linen closet, sneak up to my office where I had another dress and the return to the convention.

Jack

I wandered the convention floor making sure everything was going smoothly. I knew Marci was doing the same. I checked the girls running the sex toy shop and they were doing a land office business. Everything was going well even the caterer was happy, we were all making money. When I finally looked for Marci I couldn't find her, then I got distracted for a while. When I settled that problem I finally saw her across the room and I saw that she had changed her dress. When I got her I said, 

"I see you changed. What happened?"

"Oh, some creep spilled his drink on me. I knew I had this dress in my office so I went up and changed."

"I see. It looks like this convention is going very well."

"Yes it seems so. We make a lot of money on this one. I hope they come back next year."

Just then a tall good looking guy came up to us. Marci looked a little startled and said.

"Hello MMMr. Hamilton. This I my husband, Jack Thompson, Jack this is John Hamilton. I met him earlier tonight."

"Hello Mr. Hamilton. Pleased to meet you."

As we shook hands I took the measure of the guy. He was just too good looking and too sure of himself. I guess arrogant would be the right word. I noted the stutter when she introduced him and I also noticed a certain tension about her. Was I experiencing the same doubts I had about her when she first went into business?

"Please call me John. I think we can all be friends here."

We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes and promised to meet for dinner tomorrow night at the conclusion of the convention.

On the way home that night said to Marci,

"How did you meet that guy today?"

"I was circulating checking to see if all was going well. Then I stopped to listen to a conversation he was having with some women. They seemed very attracted to him." 

"How about you, were you too?" Jack asked

"Was I what?"

"Attracted to him."

"Come on Jack. How can you say that?"

"You seemed a little nervous around him."

"Jack you are being ridiculous. Stop this now."

So I stopped. I had nothing to go on besides a gut feeling but I knew I had to be on the alert.

Marci

I almost died when Jack started questioning me about Master. Good grief I even think of him as my Master. How did he do this to me? Why am I wet when I think of him? Anyway I returned to the hotel after lunch with the twins to resume my supervision. They went to help out in the store and later I stopped in to see how good business was. While I was there Master stopped in. 

"Hello Mr. Hamilton."

"You may call me John." Just the way he said it made me know it was allowed only in public. "Who are these lovely twins?"

My heart sank as I saw the way he was looking at them.

"These are my daughters. They just graduated from college."

"They don't look like you or your husband."

"Actually they are stepdaughters but I raised them since they were twelve and I love them like they are my own."

"Why don't we go somewhere so I can talk to them privately and get to know them better?" 

"But....."

"No buts. Just take us to one of the rooms."

I did as commanded and led the three of them to an empty conference room. We sat around the table and he started to talk to us. Again I can't remember what he said until I heard,

"Marci, stand up." I stood and I saw the twins standing in front of him, naked.

"Get naked just like the girls."

My clothes dropped to the floor.

"What are you Marci?"

"I am a slut, Master"

"Whose slut are you?"

"I am your slut Master."

"Did you hear that girls?"

"Yes Master," they chorused.

"Are you sluts and do you belong to me like your mother."

"Yes Master, we are sluts and we belong to you."

"Then each one of you crawl to me, kiss my cock, and then suck on it to show your devotion."

All three of us dropped to our knees, crawled, kissed and sucked.

"Marci, stand up, straddle my legs, with your back to me and sit on my cock. I did as instructed and as I sat on that heavenly instrument I came. He told me,

"You came without permission. You will pay for that."

I didn't care. It was just too good.

"Girls stand on each side of her and suck on her tits."

I felt their lips on my nipples and I was transported. I was squeezing his cock with my cunt, trying to make him cum.

"Marci put your fingers in their cunts and make them cum when I tell you to cum."

We worked on each other trying to hold off until we got permission. It was almost impossible. Each of us was trusting and pumping on the intruding objects begging Master for permission until finally it came. All four of us exploded in simultaneous climaxes amidst a chorus of screams and cries. 

"Jane, lick your mother clean. Jill, you do the same for me."

"Marci, you and the girls and your husband will join me for dinner tonight. I want all three of you in cocktail dresses, stockings and high heels. No underwear. Go now and be back for the cocktail hour."

"Yes Master. Come on girls get dressed, we have work to do."

We left and went down to complete our work at the convention.

Jack

Marci and the girls came home in the late afternoon and immediately showered and started to dress for dinner. I watched my wife as she showered and shaved her legs and pussy. She always kept it trimmed but I never saw her pussy shaved. She looked like a little girl except for her tits. I noticed her nipples were erect the whole time. I now knew something was going on but I didn't know what. She sat naked as she put on her makeup and I couldn't help but walk up behind her and cup her breasts. She looked so sexy.

"Not now Jack, we have to get to the cocktail hour on time. I want to be there when it starts. If we can get this convention every year we will be in the chips."

I couldn't argue with her on that one so I went and got dressed myself. I waited downstairs for the three of them and watched as they descended. Each one of them was breathtaking; Marci with her dark beauty contrasting with the girl's blonde blonde loveliness." I was very proud that they were my family.

Marci

We got there just as the first guests were arriving and within a half hour the room was filled. We saw every kind of fetish you could imagine. There were many beautiful people and many more that were not so good looking but everyone was having a good time. The girls and it were on edge until at last Master showed up. He made a grand entrance; his good looks making everyone take notice. He walked up to us, kissing each of us on the cheek and shaking Jack's hand. He said,

"I have ordered dinner to be served in my room, so let's go there now."

All four of us dutifully followed him there and when we entered he offered us drinks. When we sat down he started to speak and the next thing I knew, I heard him say,

"Marci, stand up and strip."

As I complied saw my naked daughters on their knees holding their elbows behind their backs. Jack, my poor husband, was sitting naked on a chair against the wall. He was holding his hard cock in his hand. 

"Marci, you see I own your whole family now."

"Yes I can see that. What have you done to us?"

He slapped my tit--hard

"Have you forgotten your manners?"

"I'm sorry Master. I was just so surprised to see Jack like this."

"He belongs to me now Just as you do."

"But why Master, Why all of us?"

"First, because I can and second, because I wanted you and the girls and I didn't want any trouble from him." 

"Come here in to my arms. I want you to kiss me and show your husband how much you love and obey me."

As I put my arms around his neck and stretched to kiss him, I heard Master say,

"Jack, watch your slut wife give herself to me."

The words cut through me like a knife but the slut in me took over and I greedily gave him an open mouthed kiss. I rubbed my belly against his rampant cock and my tits against his chest. I was the consummate slut wife. I glanced at Jack and I saw his hand stroking his cock even as I saw the pain in his eyes. I was moaning and humping Master's leg.

"Please fuck me Master," I begged. 

"Not yet bitch," he replied. "Kneel." was the command, and I did with my arms behind me, just like the twins.

He walked over to them and stood in front of Jane.

"Make love to my cock." she unwound her arms and gripped his cock in both hands and started stroking as she kissed the tip. She licked from his balls to the crown and then tried to get her tongue into the slit where some precum was oozing. She tried to make him cum but his control was too good. Then he pushed her away and went to Jill for a repeat performance. She was just as good and equally unsuccessful. Then he went and stood in front of Jack.

"Did you see what I did with my sluts?"

I saw his struggle before he said,

"Yes Master."

"You know I own them now and I own you too."

"Yes Master."

My heart was breaking for him yet I knew there was nothing neither he nor I could do.

"Do you give me your wife and daughters to be my sluts and whores?"

Jack was crying now but he replied,

"Yes Master."

"Then suck on my cock and become my slut too." and Jack sucked.

Jack

We got to John's room and after we sat he offered us drinks, then he began to talk. The next thing I heard was, 

"Jack, get naked." I stood up and stripped.

"Do you know why you took off your clothes?"

"You told me to strip."

"Do you know why you obeyed me?"

"Because I wanted to?"

"Yes, you did want to because I am your Master and you will always address as such."

"Yes Master I will."

"I want you to watch while I take your wife and your daughters. I want you to see how they give themselves to me. 

Marci, standup and strip."

I watched her stand and strip and wondered why she did as she was told. I then realized that I was sitting in a chair, naked, holding my erect cock. I heard every thing they said and even saw him slap her tit. I heard him say he owned all of us and watched as she stretched to kiss him and rub herself against him. My heart was breaking but all I could do was sit there and stroke my cock. I heard her beg for him to fuck her and he rejected her and walked to the girls. I watched them make love to his cock, my beautiful daughters acting like cheap whores. He then came to me and asked if I saw what he did and I couldn't help myself as I said, 

"Yes Master"

He told me he owned them and he owned me and asked if I gave them to him. I was crying but I said, 

"Master I give my wife and my daughters to you."

Then he told me I was his slut too and suck his cock to show them what I was. When he came in my mouth he told me to swallow it and I did. I looked at my wife and daughters expecting to see disgust and disappointment instead all I saw was envy and desire. They wanted to be the ones to receive his discharge. I had lost my first wife to another man and it had almost broken me and now I was giving my second wife and my daughters to another. I didn't know why, but it made me feel good and that he deserved them.

I watched him that night as he fucked each woman in my family and I had to suck his cock clean after each one. He destroyed my manhood when he forbade me to ever fuck my wife. We could make love and she could jerk me off or suck me dry but her pussy was his from now on and I was never to enter it with my cock. I could get her off with my tongue or my fingers or any of her toys but my cock was off limits.




Marci



Marci

When Master dismissed us, we cleaned ourselves off and headed home. The car was very quiet, each one of us wondering what we had become and what would become of us. The girls went to their room and we went to ours. Jack spoke first,

"How did this happen?"

"I don't know. He started with me yesterday and with the girls this afternoon. I never expected that you would succumb too. I knew what was happening and I couldn't help myself. I even wanted it to happen. Everything felt so right and I felt such love for him. I love you just as much as I ever did but I have to give him everything he wants."

"It was strange for me too. I watched him control you and saw the way you gave yourself to him. It enraged me but I wanted you to do it anyway. When he asked me to give you and the twins to him I felt like I was happy to give all three of you to him as a gift that he deserved. I love you more than I ever did but you belong to him now and that makes me feel good. I don't understand the whole thing." 

We went to bed and kissed good night and went to sleep. No thoughts of sex, we were both fucked out. In the morning, while we were eating breakfast, the phone rang. It was Master, he was coming over in an hour and he wanted the twins packed and ready to go back to Chicago with him. Needless to say there was a lot of excitement and hurrying and never a thought to denying his request. They were ready and waiting when he pulled up.

He told the girls to go wait in the car then turned to Jack and said, 

"Sit in that chair. Do you mind if I have a quickie with her." I was reduced to being 'her'. Jack, of course replied, 

"No Master, go right ahead." Master instructed me,

"Strip, face Jack and bend at the waist, then put your arms and elbows on Jack's knees." 

I stood there, my naked ass pointed straight back, my tits dangling and my cunt already leaking down my thighs as they discussed my attributes.

"Look at her, Jack. That ass is a thing of beauty. Spread your legs a little wider, slut, I want to see your cunt. Look at the way her tits hang, they would make a dead man come back to life."

He could have been showing off his new car. I felt his hands running across my rump and up and down my thighs. I was an object, a possession. I was humiliated and yet proud that he admired and wanted me. I felt him enter my cunt and heard him command me,  

"Your husband's cock is in front of you. It belongs to me now just as your cunt does. Give it to the slut Jack, give her my cock, and fuck her face for me."

I opened my mouth and swallowed Jack's cock. But it wasn't Jack's any more, it was Master's now and I was being double penetrated by the same man! I can't describe the feeling except to say that I was ecstatic knowing that I could please my Master with my body both ways at the same time. Both cocks emptied into me together and my orgasm was one of most intense I ever had.

Master turned and left, saying,

"I'll take good care of the girls. Jack you take good care of the slut. Remember she is my property."

He was gone, leaving me with a cunt full of his cum, a husband who could no longer fuck me and not knowing when, or if, I would ever see him again.



Marci Ch. 2



Since posting "Marci" I have received many comments and suggestions about Marci and about what I should do. Because of this response I find it necessary to tell the rest of this story.

At the end of my previous account Marci had left to stay with her sister. As she left she gave me a note that, I guess was her attempt to apologize and to explain her actions, which after reading I wanted to throw away. But I couldn't. The anger and hurt she had caused me made me want to do to the letter what I wanted to do to her, that is destroy it. But something deep inside me prevented me. 

* * * * *

I returned to work the next day and acted as if nothing was wrong. I told no one that Marci had left or that there was even a problem. That day I sat in my office with the door closed and tried to understand how any of this could have happened. I knew Marci better than anyone else in my life. She had always been honest to a fault and other than lying to me about the night she sucked that asshole, John Martin's cock in his car there was never any time that I ever suspected that she was lying to me. I am still sure that she lied only the one time. Marci is a kind, caring and generous person. She always had a kind word for anyone who needed one and was ready to help anyone who needed help. As a wife Marci was loving and supportive. She had always been there for me when I needed my spirits lifted or just needed encouragement. She was also my best friend. 

Quite often friends would as me to stop after work for a drink but I seldom did because I would rather go home to Marci and she was always there when I got home. Marci's job was closer to home so she was able to do whatever shopping was needed and be home before me. So you see there was nothing in the last four years that would have prepared me for what I witnessed in my bedroom the night before.

That day I got nothing done and I slipped out of the office early and went home. I got my bottle of Marker's Mark from the liquor cabinet and sat down with the intention of drinking myself unconscious. As I felt the comfortable warmth of that wonderful Kentucky bourbon spread as I swallowed my first big gulp it occurred to me that I was at a cross road. I could continue on the path I was on, one of anger and self-pity, and probable ruin my health and my career or I could take a different path and deal with things as they come. I finished my drink and put the bottle away. 

For the next two weeks I tried to keep my mind on my work. I was able to do this for maybe two hours at a time but something would always remind me of the pain I was in. For instance, I had been reviewing a customer proposal for a colleague and I wanted to write a note on the proposal for the author. I reached for the pen in my desk set and as I picked it up I remembered that the desk set was a gift from Marci for my last promotion. I sat back and let the memory of that day wash over me. When my boss told me that I was being promoted to senior account analyst and would get my own office I called Marci with the exciting news. She seemed excited too, until I said I wanted to go out and celebrate that night. Then Marci’s tone changed, "We'll see."

On my way home that evening I was feeling a little deflated by Marci's response. When I walked into the house I was even more disappointed. Marci was in the kitchen putting dishes in the dishwasher and she was wearing an old beat up sweat suit. I asked her, "Aren't we going out to dinner?"

She said, "Why?"

"To celebrate my promotion. Did you forget about that already?" I responded with a little anger starting to show.

She turned to walk toward the refrigerator and said, "Oh, that. I thought we celebrate that at home with..." she opened the refrigerator and pulled out two of the biggest lobsters I have ever seen. "these. Is that okay? Why don't you go sit and I'll fix you a drink, and then I’ll get dinner started? When Marci brought me the drink she handed me a beautifully wrapped gift box. When I opened the box it contained a gold Cross pen and pencil desk set. As I looked at the gift Marci said, "That should look nice on your new desk."

I said, "Thanks Hon. When I talked to you on the phone I got the impression that you didn't think my promotion was any big deal."

"Well, as soon as you told me about the promotion I started thinking of how to celebrate. I quickly decide to cook you a nice dinner and get you a nice gift but I wanted it to be a surprise so I acted like I didn't care...." Marci came over to my chair and bent over taking my face in her hands and kissed me on the mouth. "I am so proud of you." Then Marci went back into the kitchen.

When Marci called me for dinner she told me we were going to eat in the dinning room instead of the kitchen. So I asked her as I look at her old sweat suit, "Aren't you a little underdressed for dinner in the dinning room. Aren't going to get dressed for dinner?"

Marci said, "No. Actually I was thinking of getting undressed for dinner." Then she removed her sweats. Marci was now standing in front of my wearing just a black bra and panty set with black thigh high stockings. I got an erection almost immediately. 

I reached for her but she backed away and waved her finger at me and said, "No touching me until you eat your dinner."

After dinner I went over to Marci and stood behind her chair. I leaned over the back of her chair and kissed her on the neck and thanked her for a wonderful meal. Then I cupped her black satin covered breasts in my hands and brought my face close to hers and she turned to face me and we kissed. Then the passion took over. As I stood next to her chair Marci opened my pants and pulled my cock out. I was already erect and Marci commented, "I see Mr. Happy is ready." Then she ran her tongue over the head and slowly took me into her mouth. 

As I sat in my office and remembered this I started to rub my growing erection.

Marci bobbed her head up and down on my cock for a few minutes then she stopped and asked, "Does this feel good?" 

When I responded in the affirmative Marci said, "Why don't we go up to bed now so we can take care of each other." Then suddenly my beautiful memory was shattered and replaced with the image of Marci on the floor with John Martin's cock in her hand and hearing Marci say, "I want you to suck on my cunt. I want you to make me cum." 

That's the way things went for a while. So many things would remind me of Marci. Something in my office or something I would hear some one say would remind me of her and what ever fond memory it would recall would quickly be replaced by the sights and sounds of the night I watched her acting the willing slut with that creep.

At the end of that first two weeks my boss called me into his office. I was half expecting him to give me a negative review of my recent work performance but instead he asked me to attend a weeklong seminar in Rolling Meadows, Illinois the following week. I was glad to go. It would get me out of town and maybe give me something other than Marci to think about.

On Sunday evening I checked into the Marriott Hotel and settled into my room. I spent the evening reading the class agenda and session descriptions then I watched a movie on HBO and went to bed at 10:30 PM. Monday was a good day for me. There were several people in the class that I knew from other classes or business meetings. The seminar was interesting and I was able to concentrated on the presentations and keep my mind from wandering back to Marci. That evening I went out for dinner and drinks with some of my classmates then went back to the hotel to sleep. Tuesday had gone pretty much as Monday had until I got back to the hotel after dinner. 

As I sat at the desk in my room trying to read my e-mail I kept thinking about Marci. "How could she have done this to us?" I had to do something so I decided to call her. I opened my brief case and got my address book to get Marci's sister's phone number. As I set the address book down and picked up the phone to dial a business card fell out of my address book and dropped to the floor. As I picked the card up off the floor I noticed the Schaumburg, Illinois address. I looked at the care then dropped it into my brief case and dialed the phone. 

As I heard the phone ring for the third time I felt butterflies in my stomach. I wasn't sure what I was going to say if she answered the phone. I had almost decided to hang up when I heard her voice, "Hello."

"Hi. Is this Janice Martin?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"This is Ben Rogers." There was silence on the other end of the line. "I am sorry to be calling like this but I was hoping we could talk." Still not a sound on the other end. "I wanted to tell you how sorry I am for the way I dropped that bomb on you. I was just so upset and angry that I never thought about how this would effect you." I listened carefully to try and determine if she was still on the phone. She was, I could hear her unsteady breathing. I continued, "I was hoping that maybe we could meet somewhere and talk about what happened."

Janice asked, “Are you calling from work?”

I thought the question strange but answered, “No. I am in Rolling Meadows.”

This time when I stopped I heard a man's voice in the back ground, "Who's on the phone?"

Then I heard Janice say, "It's Debra form work. She wants me to have dinner with her tomorrow night."

Then to me Janice said, "Where did you want to go for dinner?"

I said, "I am staying at the Marriott." and before I could finish Janice said, That would be fine. I'll meet you there. So tomorrow night, seven o'clock at the Outback."

I asked, "You'll meet me at the Marriott?"

"Yes the Outback is fine. I'll see you at seven. Good night."

After I put the phone down I figured that it must have been John I heard in the background. It angered me that he was still with his wife. I would have hoped that she would have thrown him out. That was something I would have to ask her about the next night.

Wednesday evening at seven o'clock I was waiting in the lobby of the Marriott watching for Janice Martin. This wasn't an easy task as there were many women walking around the lobby and trying to figure out which one was Janice looked like it was going to be a daunting task. Then I saw her. I knew it had to be her immediately by the way she came into the hotel. I could see that she was nervous and that she was obviously looking for someone. I took a moment to admire her from a distance. She was a very attractive blonde. She was wearing a pair of black slacks that showed of her bottom very nicely and a white blouse with one gold chain around her neck.

I approached her and said, "Mrs. Martin?"

"Yes, and you are Ben?"

I said that I was and offered my hand. She placed her small delicate hand in mine and said, "I am not sure if it would be appropriate to say that I am glad to meet you. So I'll wait till after our meeting to decide if I am glad or not."

I said, "That's fair. Thank you for coming." I let go of her hand and asked her if the hotel restaurant would be okay for dinner and Janice said that it would be fine. We didn't say anything more until the waitress brought us our drinks. Then I said, "I presumed from what I heard on the phone that you and John are still together."

Janice looked at her hands that were wrapped around her wine glass and said, "Yes, we are still together and whether we stay together depends on you."

I asked what she meant and Janice said, "Let me explain this as best I can. That night when you called I was very upset. I didn't want to believe what you told me. After I hung up the phone I realized that I only had the word of some stranger on the phone that John had cheated on me. I should have asked you to let me talk to him but I hung up on you instead. After that I tried to call John at his hotel and got no answer. Of course that didn't prove anything. I had to wait until I could talk to John. I decided to wait till John called me to ask him what was going on but he came home instead. He got home at ten o'clock the next morning and said that he had finished his business early and caught an early flight. I asked him what had gone on the night before and John just stared at me and said that he had no idea what I was talking about. So I told him about your phone call and he denied everything. He said that he'd never heard of you and this must have been some sick person's idea of a joke. I wanted to believe him but it was difficult. Although I have never caught him cheating on my I have suspected that he has had flings on various business trips but I managed to convince myself that unless I had solid evidence that John was cheating I would assume he wasn't. That allowed me to not have to do anything about it. 

"Then a few days ago John and I were at a cocktail party and one of his friends came over to John and said, 'Boy was the boss pissed that you didn't stay in Baltimore till the end of that meeting a couple of weeks ago.' I knew then that John had lied about why he came home early. But I still didn't have enough proof. So here I am, nearly convinced that my husband cheated on me. Now I am counting on you to tell me the truth about what happened."

At that moment our meals arrived. I waited till the waiter had left and then I told Janice everything from the incident four and a half years ago and then about the phone call I over heard and how I told Marci I would be out of town and then waited in my car until John showed up. And how I snuck into the house and watched the two of them having sex. I even told her how I burst in on them just as John started to climax.

When I had finished I saw a tear running down Janice's cheek. She wiped it away and said, "I believe you. No one would make up a story like that as a joke. You said it was four and a half years ago when he took Marci for that ride. Well four and a half years ago John and I were engaged. So apparently he was cheating on me even before we got married. I am so sorry this happened to you. If I had been less naive I might have been able to keep all of this from happening."

I took Janice's hand in mine and said, "This isn't your fault and it isn't mine. John had the option of not cheating on you and Marci had the option of turning John down on both occasions. We didn't do anything wrong."

Janice looked into my face and when I looked at her beautiful blue eyes filled with tears I wondered how that asshole could have cheated on this lovely woman. Then Janice squeezed my hand and attempted a smile and said, "Shall we go up to your room now? I don't know what good it will do but I would like to get some amount of revenge."

I called the waiter over and settled the bill and took Janice up to my room.

In the room Janice came into my arms and said, "I’ll do anything you want but please be gentle.”

I kissed her on the end of the nose and Janice said, "Correction, you can do anything but that. Don't touch me nose. I don't like that." She wasn't angry but I could tell she meant what she said as she rubbed the back of her hand across her nose.

I took her face in my hands and brought my lips to hers and let my tongue brush across her lips as we kissed. On the second kiss our tongues met. Having this beautiful woman so close to me had me erect in no time at all and it took all of my self control to continue to move slowly. I wanted to tear her blouse off but I open the buttons slowly as I continued to kiss her. Once I had her blouse off I removed her bra and I cupped her breasts and bent to kiss then. Janice ran her fingers through my hair as I sucked on her nipples. After I spent several minutes loving her breasts, Janice lifted my head and kissed me. Then she began removing my shirt. When she had my shirt off she kissed my nipples and began to open my pants. When she had my pants opened, Janice pulled them down my legs and helped me step out of them. Janice then got on her knees and pulled my jockey shorts off. She took my cock in her hand and pushed it up against my stomach then she leaned in and began to run her tongue over my sack and then sucked as much of it into her mouth as she could. The feeling of having my sack in her warm mouth was wonderful. So good in fact that I was worried that I might lose control and then Janice ran her tongue up the underside of my shaft and when she reached the top she took my engorged member into her mouth and began sliding it in and out of her mouth. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations. Janice brought me close to climax then she removed my cock from her mouth and stood up. I kissed her and lead her to the bed where I removed her slacks. I sat her on the edge of the bed and lifted her legs over my shoulders and put my head between her legs. I pulled the gusset of her panties aside and inserted my tongue into Janice's hot honey pot and licked and sucked on her until she had an orgasm. 

After that she said, " I want you inside me. I want you to climax inside me and put your seed as deeply inside me as you can."

Not wanting to disappoint her I pulled her panties off and got on the bed and moved on top of Janice. I guided my cock to her wet opening and pushed myself inside. When I had my shaft all of the way in, Janice wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me in place. The way she was holding me I could only take short strokes but I was enjoying the feeling anyway. As I started getting close to my orgasm Janice began to move her hips making my strokes longer and harder and then all at once we both climaxed together. When it was over we both collapsed on the bed. 

We held each other for another half hour then Janice said that she had better get going. I watched as she got out of bed and started dressing. She put on her bra and blouse then she picked up her panties and looked at them. Then she threw the panties to me and said, "Here. Take these to remember me by. When I get home I am going to undress in front of John and when he asks me where my panties are I am going to tell him."

I asked, "Are you sure you want to do that?'

She said, "Absolutely! I want him to feel a little of what I have felt every time I suspected that he cheated on me. Then I will tell him to leave."

When she had her pants on and was ready to leave Janice came over to the bed and kissed me. Then she said, "Until a new man comes into my life, if you need me I am here for you. You can come see me or I'll come see you. What ever works out best. Then she kissed me again and left.

After Janice left I began to feel guilty but I wasn't sure why. Was it because I cheated on Marci? Even thought Marci and I weren't together we were still married. Or was I feeling guilty because I took advantage of Janice. Maybe if I had left her out of this she could have gone on with her life not knowing that her husband was cheating on her. Now that she knew for sure she would have to face up to it and do something about it.

I made it through the next two days of class and on Friday evening was packing to got home Saturday morning when I decided to call Janice to see how she was doing. I was a little afraid that John would answer the phone but he didn't. Janice answered the phone and I said, "Hi, it's Ben."

Janice asked if I was all right and I told her that I called to ask her that same question.

Janice said, "I'm fine. John is gone and I don't feel as bad about that as I thought I would. I actually feel like a weight has been lifted from me."

"Where did he go?"

"He said he was going to his friends apartment in Chicago but I found out later that the apartment is actually his. Nights when he said he had to work late he took his girl friends there."

I asked her how she found that out and Janice said, "One of his old girl friends told me. As soon as she heard that I had asked him to leave she called me and told me about the apartment and told me who some of his other girl friends were."




Marci Ch. 2



All I could manage was, "Wow!" Then I asked, "What happened Wednesday night when you got home?"

Janice said, "It was really something. When I got home John was in the bedroom watching television. When I came in he asked me how my dinner with Debra was and I said, 'I didn't have dinner with Debra.' As I said that I was taking my blouse off. Then John said ‘I thought you said you were having dinner with Debra. Who did you go to dinner with?’ 

“Before I answered I removed my slacks. The look on his face when I saw I wasn't wearing panties was beautiful. He couldn't even speak for a minute then he finally managed to ask me where my panties were. I said, 'I gave them to Ben as a souvenir of or evening together.'

"John jumped off the bed and asked, 'Ben Who?' and I said, 'Ben who do you think? Ben and I had dinner and talked about you and Marci and then I went up to his room and we had sex. What do you think of that?' I thought he was going to go ballistic. He grabbed me and threw me on the bed and said, ‘You’re lying. Your just making that up do make me jealous.’ 

“So I spread my legs and said, ‘See for yourself.’ He looked at me down there and saw that it was obvious that I had had sex. He started shouting and calling me names and I just waited for him to calm down. Then I told him he had no right to call me names after his behavior and that I thought it would be best if he moved out of the house. What surprised me the most is that he didn't say another word. He just packed his bags and left. The next day he sent me an e-mail to tell me where he was staying."

I said, "Weren't you afraid that he might hurt you?"

Janice said, "No. I figured if he hit me I would call the police on him and have him arrested."

"Well, I'm sorry that all this happened."

"Don’t be. I'm not. I would have thought that I would be devastated if John ever left me but instead I feel free."

I said, "I have to leave in the morning. I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight. This time for us."

Janice said, "Sure. Where?"

"How about the Outback?" I said.

Janice laughed. It was the first time I had heard her laugh. "The Outback would be fine."

I asked, "Should I pick you up at home or meet you at the restaurant. Either way I need directions."

I picked Janice up at her house and we went to dinner. After dinner we went back to her house and we sat and talked about ourselves for an hour or so and then we made love. This time not for revenge but for our mutual enjoyment and nothing more. When I left her house that night I think we both knew that we weren't in love and probably never would be, but we were friends and that was enough for me. 

When I got back home on Saturday I checked the messages on the answering machine and there were several messages from Marci. "Ben I need to talk to you. Please call me,” “Ben, where are you, we need to talk,” etc. Each time she left her sister’s phone number. I erased the messages and fixed myself a drink. As I was drinking and reading the newspaper the phone rang. I almost answered it but then chose to let the answering machine pick up the call. It was Marci again. She said, "Ben I have been calling all week. I left several messages at your office and here. Why aren't you returning my calls? I know you are very angry with me, but please let me talk to you."

As soon as she hung up I erased the message. I spent the rest of the day taking care the things that had accumulated over the last week. Then I went to bed early. I couldn't sleep. I started thinking about Marci again. I was beginning to understand my problem now. In spite of what she had done to me, part of me still loved her. I would start to think that I should take here back then I would see the image of her in bed with that piece of shit Martin and I would feel sick. I debated with myself all night about whether I should give Marci another chance and whether I could ever forget what she did. In the morning I knew that I was going to have to see Marci and decided what to do based on how I felt afterward.

Sunday afternoon I called Marci's sister and told her I would be home that evening if Marci wanted to come by and talk to me.

Marci showed up around seven o'clock. She didn't look well. She looked like she had lost weight and like she hadn't been sleeping well. Somehow that pleased me. I asked her how she was and she said, "Not very well. I miss you. I want things to be the way they were before."

I said, "Things can be the way the were before just as soon as you can explain to me why I shouldn't care about what you did."

"I wish I could do that but I can't. I don't know why that happened. I never would have believed that I would do that and I am sure I would never do anything like that again."

"Even if I wanted to believe that it would it would be difficult. Have you forgotten that you lied about that little blow job you gave shit for brains in his car a few years ago. You swore to me that you did nothing wrong that night. Turns out that was either a lie or you don’t think sucking another guys cock is wrong? "

"It was wrong, I know. I tried to explained about that in my note."

"Oh yeah, I remember that, you said that you sucked the asshole's cock so that you wouldn't have to fuck him. That made a hell of a lot more sense than just telling that dip shit you weren't going to have sex with him because you were in love with someone else, or telling the fuck face to take a hike when he asked you to go for a ride with him in the first place.”

“Why do you have to keep calling John names? This wasn’t his fault it was mine.” 

“Oh right. You want to take all the credit for this? Do you know what kind of person we're talking about here? Do you really know Mr. John Martin? Let me tell you a little about him. That night when you were sucking Mr. Nice Guy’s cock in his car, when he shot his load in your mouth, did he happen to mention that he was engaged at the time?”

Marci was looking at her hands as I was talking and I could tell that the words I was using were having the desired effect. I could see the shame in her face. But when I said that the asshole was engaged Marci looked up in surprise. “He was engaged?” She looked horrified. 

I said the fact that he was engaged bothers you more than then fact that you swallowed his load and lied to me about the whole thing?”

“No. I fell terrible about what I did to you, it just that now I find out we were hurting someone else too.”

“Let me tell you something else about Mr. Wonderful. That night at our house before you told him, and I quote, ‘I want you to suck on my cunt. I want you to make me cum’ did he mention that he cheated on his wife so frequently that he had his own apartment in Chicago so he could fuck any little whore he wanted without his wife finding out. Why would a man intentionally go after another man’s wife? It’s not love. This guy claimed to love his wife and with the number of women he was fucking you couldn’t have meant any more to him than another notch on his belt. But you didn’t see through that. You thought that there was something special between the two of you that was more important than your marriage. And I don’t know if I could ever learn to deal with that.”

“Why do you have to repeat those awful things I said? I feel bad enough as it is.”

“No you don’t. Until you feel worse than me you won’t feel bad enough. I say these things because I keep hearing them over and over in my head.”

Marci asked, “So where do we go from here? Are you going to ask for a divorce? I guess I can’t blame you if you do.”

I said, “I don’t know yet. Half of my brain is screaming at me to throw you out of the house right now and be done with you forever, but the other half is tell me to go slowly and don’t do anything I’ll regret later. For now I won’t do anything.”

“Are you saying there might be a chance for us to get back together?”

“I said I don’t know. I have to think about it some more.”

“If there’s a chance I will do anything to make it work.”

I said, “There is something else you should know. I was in Chicago last week and I got together with Janice Martin. We ended up in bed together. I guess you could call it revenge sex. I was with her again Friday night only that time it wasn’t for revenge.”

I could see that this news made an impact on Marci. She was looking at her hands again but I saw the tears drip from her eyes. Then without looking up, Marci said, “Are you in love with her?’

I said, “Of course not. It was just sex and it was great.”

Again without looking up, “I guess I deserved that. I better go now. Please call me and let me know what you’re thinking. Just tell me what you want me to do. What ever you want I’ll do it.” Marci got up and came over and tried to kiss me on the cheek, but I pulled away. Then she turned and left.

I managed to get through the first part of the next week without thinking about Marci very often. Then on Thursday afternoon as I was returning from lunch I saw a blue 1993 Camaro in the parking lot at work. It was nearly identical to my first car. I had bought it new when I got out of the army in May of 1993. It was two months later that I met Marci. I started remembering the first time we went parking together in that car. It was only our second date. I had parked in a wooded area overlooking the bay and we sat in the car listening to the radio. I put my arm around her and pulled Marci to me and kissed her. As our necking got more passionate I began to massage her breasts through her blouse. This seemed to get Marci really hot but she wouldn’t let me get my hand inside her blouse. We made out for about an hour then I took Marci home. As soon as I got home I had to run into the bathroom and jerk myself off. It wasn’t till about our fifth date that Marci let me get my hand inside her blouse. Her bare breasts felt so good in my hand and I loved the way her nipples felt on my lips as I sucked on them. I wasn’t sure who was enjoying the sensations more, Marci or I. When I sucked on her nipples Marci would throw her head back and pull my face tighter against her chest. Her breathing would get erratic and I thought that she was near orgasm. When I put my hand on her thigh and started to move it up under her skirt, Marci squeezed her legs together and told me to stop. She said she couldn’t do that. She told me then that she didn’t want to have sex until she was married. Marci told me that her older sister had gotten pregnant in high school and she wanted to be sure that she didn’t get pregnant before she got married. I decided to be patient with her because I felt she was worth it. So our sexual activity in the car didn’t progress beyond my sucking on her breasts until after I finally had sex with her in her apartment a few months later.

As I walked past the Camero in the parking lot remembering those early days in my relationship with Marci and thinking about what we did and didn’t do in my car I suddenly had the vision of her sucking shit for brains’ cock in his car. Had he been sucking on her tits and got her so hot she couldn’t stop him. What had started as an erotic memory ended with me getting angry again.

I spent the rest of the afternoon trying not to hate Marci. I thought about all of the fun we had had together over the last four years. Thinking back over that period there never was a time that I doubted Marci’s love for me. Which just made what happened even harder to understand. That evening and actually late into the night I went back and forth between what Marci had done to me and the things that Marci had done for me. On a balance sheet the pros would have far outweighed the cons but that is only because the balance sheet doesn’t account for the emotional pain caused by the cons. I was fighting an internal battle over which path I should take. Should I just dump Marci now and forget about all the good times we had together or should I attempt to save our marriage. I wished that there was somebody I could have talked to about all this but I hadn’t told anyone about my marital problems and I wasn’t about to start. By the time I finally got to sleep I had made up my mind which path to take.

The next day I called Marci at work and asked her to stop by the house that evening. I told her that I would order a pizza and we could talk. Marci was waiting for me on the porch when I got home. We went into the house and I called for a pizza then got a couple of beers from the refrigerator. Marci and I sat down in the living room. I couldn’t stay seated so I got up and started pacing. I looked at Marci and said, “I have made a decision about what I want to do. I want you to listen to what I say before you comment. Okay?” Marci agreed and I started, I have given this a lot of thought. I have thought about all of the best things in or relationship and weighted them against the bad. There was certainly more god than bad by volume but it is easier to forget the good than it is the bad. I know that I am still in love with you even though at this moment part of me hates you. It has all come down to me making a decision. Whether to call us quits and move on or try to save our marriage.”

I paused here to take a sip from my beer bottle then continued, “It wasn’t easy but I have decided to try and save the marriage.” Marci looked up at me and although she didn’t smile I could see relief in her eyes and I could almost sense happiness in her. “This doesn’t mean that everything will be back to normal in a couple of days. We have a long way to go. I don’t know if this will work because I don’t know if I will ever be able to forgive you for what you did, and I certainly will never forget it. So you’ll have to accept the fact that for a while I may throw this up to you and get angry all over again. I have come up with some conditions that you will have to agree to before we go any farther. I want you to move back into the house but not into our bedroom. You can use any of the other bedrooms. You are not to come into my room uninvited. If and when I determine the time is right I will ask you to move into the master bedroom with me”. 

Just about then the pizza arrived. I paid the pizza delivery girl and told Marci that we should eat and I would continue listing my conditions after we ate. I got a couple more beers from the refrigerator and we ate and drank in silence. When we’d had enough to eat I started pacing again.

“If you come back I will expect you to handle all of the household duties and chores that were your responsibility before. You will not have visitors in the house unless I am home. If some one calls you I want to know who called and what they wanted. When you go out of the house I want to know where you are going, with whom, why, and when you’ll get home. You may as well get used to me watching you very closely. I know this seems like I am taking all of your privacy away but it’s the only way I can do this until I feel that I can trust you again. It should go without saying that you are to have no contact with that fuck head Martin. And if there is any other man out there that could have that kind of effect on you, we may as well just end this thing right now. And as far as when we might become sexually intimate again, I will decide that when I think the time is right. Is all that clear? Do you have any questions?”

Marci said, No, I don’t have any questions. I think I understand everything.”

“Do you think you can accept those conditions?”

Marci looked me directly in the eyes and said, "Yes. I’ll do what ever is necessary to save our marriage.” Then she lowered her eyes and meekly asked, “When can I move back home.”

I told her she could move back whenever she wanted to. Marci then asked, “If I go pack up my things right now can I come back tonight?”

I said, “This is your house too, so if you want to come back tonight it’s up to you.”

Marci stood up and said, “Thank you for giving me another chance. I will do anything I have to do to make this work. I am going to get my things and I should be back in a couple of hours.”

As soon as Marci left I sat down and though over what I had just done. I felt it was the right thing to do but I still wasn’t comfortable. I wondered if I ever would be.

So that night Marci move back into the house. She took over the largest of the three remaining bedrooms. Her room faces the front of the house. Her bathroom was across the hall from her room. The master bedroom had its own bathroom so the only time we would be together in the house was when we were down stairs.

We didn’t talk to each other much in the first few days but I could see that the tired look I had seen on her face the first time we talked was gone. Then on the first Saturday night that she was back Marci had gone to bed early and I went up around eleven o’clock, I had just turned off the lights in my room when I heard Marci’s door opened. I opened my door a crack and peeked out in time to see Marci go into the bathroom. She was wearing just a Tee shirt and panties. I waited by the door until she finished in the bathroom and headed back to her room. Seeing her dressed that way, the way she almost always came to bed with me, I wished that she were getting into bed with me that night. When I got back in bed I couldn’t stop thinking about Marci and that she was just across the hall. All I had to do was ask her to come over and I was sure she would. But then the reason she was in the other room came crashing down on me. It made me angry again. So now I was in bed by myself, angry, and very horny. I don’t know how I arrived at the decision about what I was about to do, I just got out of bed and went over to Marci’s room. I went in and sat on the edge of her bed and whispered, “Marci, are you awake?” 

Marci turned toward me. There is a street light in front of the house and although Marci’s blinds were closed, enough light entered the room that I was able to see her eyes. Marci said, “Yes. I’m awake. The expression on her face seemed to be one of hopeful anticipation. She asked, “What do you want?”

I said, “I want you to suck my cock?”

“What?”

“I said I want you to suck my cock.”

“You’re serious?”

“Of course I’m serious. I need you to suck my cock.”

Marci didn’t say anything nor did she move so I took her hand and placed it on my crotch. After another brief period of frozen silence Marci reached her hand inside my boxer shorts and pulled my semi erect cock out and without a word she move her head into my lap and took my cock into her mouth. As she work on my growing member with her mouth I gave her encouragement. “Take it deep. That’s it, Suck that cock. Don’t make me cum yet. I want to shove this cock in your cunt and fuck your brains out.”

When me cock was fully erect and getting dangerously close to climaxing I pulled away form Marci causing her mouth to make a popping noise when my cock pulled free of her lips. Next I pulled the blankets off her and lifted her tee shirt up. Then I pusher her legs apart and with my right hand I pulled the crotch of her panties aside then I laid my cock against her pussy and said, “Put my cock into your cunt. Rub it on your pussy lips and help me find that fuck hole of yours.” 

Marci didn’t protest. She reached between us and guided my cock to her opening and pulled me inside. I pumped her hard and fast. I didn’t care if she was enjoying it or not and I didn’t care if it hurt her a little. After all I wasn’t making love to her, I was just fucking her. When I felt that my climax was imminent I pull my cock out of her pussy and quickly move up the bed and pushed my cock against Marci’s lips. She opened her mouth and took me inside. I started pumping my cock into her mouth. About half of my cock was in her mouth when I felt the first spasm. When that first rocket of hot cum hit the back of Marci’s throat it made her choke and she pulled back and my cock fell out of her mouth. I grabbed myself and stroked my cock through my orgasm. My semen had shot all over Marci’s face, in her hair, and on her pillow. 




Marci Ch. 2



When my orgasm passed and I wasn’t spewing any more semen, I put my flaccid cock back in my shorts and went back to my room. When I got into bed I laid there and listened as Marci went to the linen closet and got a clean pillow case. Then she went into her bathroom and got in the shower. I fell asleep before she finished her shower.

The next day Marci didn’t come down stairs until after I went out side to wash my car. While I was washing the car I thought about what I had done to Marci. I felt a little guilty about the way I treated her but I also felt that I had gotten a small amount of revenge by treating her as an object rather than a person. My thoughts for the rest of that day kept going back to my humiliation of Marci. By the time I got to bed that night I had decided to do it to her again. I waited till almost midnight then I removed my shorts and went into her room. This time I didn’t say a word I Just sat on the bed. Marci was asleep so I touched her arm. She jumped a little then sat up and looked at me. I just pointed at my cock. I could tell she didn’t want to do it so I tilted my head as if to say, “Look down there” then when she looked down I pointed to my cock again. Marci resigned herself to what she had to do and she took my cock into her mouth again. As I did the night before I made lewd and dirty comments about what she was doing and what I was going to do to her. This time I made Marci take her panties off and get on her hands and knees so I could enter her from behind. When I had myself near orgasm I again pulled out and walked around the bed and pushed my cock into Marci’s face. She took me in her mouth and brought me to climax and I shot my load all over her face and hair again. 

As I left the room Marci dropped down and lay on her stomach. She didn’t look at me as I walked out of the room. I closed her door behind me and stood listening for a moment. That’s when I felt the first chink in my armor. I heard Marci crying. It wasn’t loud but it was unmistakable. For the first time I felt really bad about what I had done to her the last two nights. I was almost tempted to go back in and hold her and tell her I was sorry, but I didn’t.

I didn’t see Marci again until the next evening when I got home from work. She was sitting in the kitchen and I could tell immediately that she had been crying. She looked up at me as I walked in and she said, “We need to talk.”

I said, “Okay,’ and sat down at the table with her. 

Marci said, “I said I would do anything to save this marriage but I don’t think I can handle the way you treated me the last two nights. Maybe I deserved to be treated that way after what I did but I can’t let you continue to treat me like an animal. I want to love you and I want you to love me. What has gone on in this house since I came home has nothing to do with love. It’s anger and revenge on your part and submission on mine. I can’t live like this. I have been willing to abide by all of the conditions you set for me but now I have to set a condition for you. I will not allow you to treat me that way again. If you hate me that much just tell me and I’ll leave.”

I felt terrible. I was being vengeful and I knew that if I really wanted to try and save our marriage I wouldn’t be able to treat Marci that way. I wanted to apologize but then again I didn’t. Instead I looked at Marci and said, “I accept that condition. It won’t happen again.

Over the next month Marci and I lived as normally as we could under the circumstances. There were no more late night visits to her bedroom. As a mater of fact there was no sex going on at all.

For a while I had been listening in on her phone calls and checking up on her any time she left the house other than for work. I finally realized that trying to watch her every move wasn’t going to save our marriage. I was going to have to trust her. Give her back her freedom and then if she betrays me the marriage is over. The way things were I didn’t have a marriage; I just had a woman living in my house. So I stopped asking her about her phone calls and I stopped asking her where she was going every time she left the house and I stopped following her to see where she actually went.

After that things started getting better around the house. We started to feel more comfortable around each other and we started talking more. The kinds on conversations we use to have before all this trouble. We even discussed what we would like to do on our next vacation. That’s when it hit me that we hadn’t been intimate, romantically intimate since before the trouble. It struck me as odd to be discussing where we would go on vacation together when we didn’t even sleep in the same room. I decided then it was time for me to take the next step. It was on Friday afternoon that I called Marci at work and asked her if she would like to go out to dinner with me that evening. She said that she would love to. I told her to be ready when I got home from work. On the way home from work I picked up a bouquet of flowers. 

When I got home Marci was upstairs so I put the flowers in a vase in the kitchen. I got a beer from the refrigerator and drank it as I waited for Marci. When she came down stairs she looked great. She had obviously spent a lot of time on her hair and make up and she had put on her best spaghetti strap cocktail dress. It was obvious that Marci understood the importance of this evening as much as I did. When she walked into the kitchen she looked pretty pleased with herself. When I told her she looked beautiful, probably the first compliment I had paid her in the last three months, Marci blushed a deep red. Then she saw the flowers. She went on and on about how beautiful the flowers were. 

We had a wonderful evening. We had a delightful dinner followed by dancing then we went for a walk in the park along the bay. When we got home I put a couple of romantic CDs on the player and poured us some wine. We drank the wine then started to dance. As we were dancing I kissed Marci on the forehead. She lifted her head and I kissed her on the nose then on the lips. After a few minutes of very passionate kissing I stepped back from Marci and asked, “Would you care to join me in the bedroom?”

She asked, “Will I be staying the night?”

“Yes, and tomorrow night and the next night... I want you to move back into the master bedroom with me if your ready.’

“I’m ready.” 

Marci held my hand as we went upstairs. In our room I slowly undressed her and planted kisses all over her body. When I looked at her naked on the bed, for the first time since she came back home, I wanted to make love to her. I quickly stripped off my clothes and joined Marci on the bed. I squeezed, kissed and sucked on her breasts and nipples until she was practically begging for more then I kissed my way down over her belly and through her patch of curly dark brown hair. As I moved my head between her legs Marci spread them to give me better access. I ran my tongue over her vulva several times and watched as her petal like lips opened then I ran my tongue between her lips and pushed it inside Marci’s now very juicy pussy. I locked my lips over her pussy and started flicking my tongue back and forth across Marci’s clitoris. Marci was soon in the throws of a major orgasm. 

Marci turned around in bed so that she could get my cock into her mouth. She held my sack in one hand gently tickling my balls as she ran her tongue up and down my rigid shaft occasionally slipping the knob into her mouth. When she had me nearly crazy she took me deep into her mouth and brought me to the brink of orgasm then she stopped. She moved up my body to my ear and whispered, “I want you inside me now.”

I rolled on top of her and pressed the head of my cock against her slippery opening. My cock slid easily into her and it felt wonderful to be back inside her again. I humped into her for several minutes and was approaching my orgasm when Marci said, “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

I gave her an inquisitive look and she repeated. “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

So, I pulled out of Marci’s pussy and rolled onto my back. Marci crawled over me and straddled my head with her knees and put her pussy just inches from my mouth then she lay down on my chest and took my cock into her mouth. As Marci pumped my cock into her mouth I locked my lips onto her pussy and returned the pleasure. Suddenly there was a small flow of juices from Marci’s pussy telling me she was having an orgasm. That was all it took to set me off and I exploded in her mouth. Marci never took her mouth off of my cock will I was ejaculating. She took everything into her mouth. When it was over Marci climbed off me and I could see then that she must have swallowed most of my load but there was a little running down her chin. Marci wiped her chin with the back of her hand and smiled at me.

I said, “What was that all about?”

“I wanted to show you that I would gladly do that for you when we are making love. I just didn’t want you to force me to do that against me will.”

I said, “I am sorry I did that to you. I was just so angry then that I was a little out of control. But I can promise that I will never do that to you again.”

We fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

That night was the major turning point. Our relationship continued to get stronger as time went.

Then about three months later as I was having lunch with some business associates I saw John Martin walk out of the Hyatt Regency in downtown Baltimore. I felt the rage building in me. I wanted to go over and confront him but I couldn’t with my work associates watching. So I did nothing. After lunch I began to wonder if he had or would try to contact Marci. So being somewhat resourceful I called the Hyatt and asked if John Martin had checked in yet. The clerk was gone from the phone for a minute and returned and said, “Yes. Mr. Martin checked in at 10:20 this morning.”

I thanked the clerk and hung up the phone. He had just arrived so he would not have been able to contact Marci yet. Now what should I do? Should I tell Marci I saw him and warn her to say away from him. If I did that it would be saying I am not going to trust that you can make the right decision yourself. But if I do nothing he may contact her and what happens if she goes to see him. That would be the end of the marriage. I thought about what I should do all afternoon and in the end decided to do nothing. If Marci couldn’t stay away from him on her own then our marriage was doomed anyway. I decided to wait and see what happens. 

I didn’t have to wait long. That evening the phone rang and I answered it. A man’s voice on the other end said, “Sorry, I must have called the wrong number.”

I thought, “That worthless piece of shit is after Marci again.” Right after dinner I told Marci I was going out to work in the garage and she went about cleaning the kitchen. The first thing I did in the garage was to remove the mouthpiece on the phone out there. It was about seven thirty when the phone rang again. I waited till the light went on indicating that Marci had picked up the phone in the house, and then I pick up the phone in the garage. As I picked up the phone my heart was pounding so hard I thought Marci would hear it in the house. When I put the phone to my ear I heard his voice, “Hi Marci how are you?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t recognize your voice. Who are you?”

“It’s John Martin.”

“Why are you calling me? Haven’t you caused me enough trouble already?”

“Listen. I need to talk to you.”

“I don’t think we have anything to talk to you about.”

“What do you mean? I thought we meant something to each other.”

“You know I have no idea how I ever got mixed up with you but it was the biggest mistake of my life and I am certainly not going to make that mistake again.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to see me?”

“That is exactly what I am saying. I want you to stay away from me and never try to contact me again.”

Then the asshole tried to stir things up. “Did you know that your husband came to Chicago and Had sex with my wife.”

“Yes I know and it’s very painful for me to think about that and if it you had left me alone in the first place that never would have happened.”

“You’re blaming all of this on me now?”

“No. I made a very bad decision but I am not the one who started it. I didn’t call you. I never would have come looking for you.”

“So your not interested in getting even with Ben and Janice?”

“Ben was right, you really are an asshole. When I hang up this phone I never want to here from you again. When Ben comes in the house I am gong to tell him that you called so that if you come anywhere near me you will have to deal with him and I think Ben would love to hurt you. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah I understand. I just thought that...”

“Well you were wrong. Good bye.” Then Marci hung up the phone.

I was so proud of the way Marci handle the asshole that I actually had tears in my eyes.

I waited another forty-five minutes before I went back into the house. Marci came over to me as I entered the living room and kissed me then she took my hand and led me to the sofa. She said, “I have to tell you something but you have to promise not to say anything until I finish. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I just got a phone call from John Martin.” 

I couldn’t believe that she was actually telling. I thought she would just act like nothing happened. I said, “That son of a bitch.”

Marci put her hand up and said, “You promised. Anyway he tried to get me to meet him. I told him I never wanted to see him again. Then he tried to make me angry by telling me about you and his wife. Bottom line is I told him that he is an asshole and I never want to hear from him again.”

I said, “I am surprised that you are telling me about this.”

“I don’t want to have any secrets form you. They can too easily be misinterpreted and cause problems.”

I kissed Marci and told her I was glad she told me. After that we went up to bed and made love.

That all happened three years ago. Since then our marriage has been good. Marci has been true to her word. She hasn’t given me a bit of worry since that night I caught her with the shit head. That is not to say things are perfect. I still often think about what happened and without any way of understanding why, it still brings me pain. I’d be lying if I said I had the same level of trust in Marci now that I had before but I am happier with her than I would be without her.



Marci



At this point Marci said, "What part of I am not interested, didn't you understand?" Then she hung up the phone.

I was beginning to think that John wasn't going to call Marci then I suddenly panicked. What if John had called Marci on Tuesday or maybe she called him Tuesday while I was at work. I calmed myself down. John had told Marci he would call Wednesday and he didn't tell Marci where he was staying so she couldn't have called him. So I waited.

It was just after two o'clock when I heard the fait ring of the phone. I waited till the line light came on before I picked up so that I would be sure that Marci picked up before me.

Marci said hello and John said, "Hi, it's me.

"Hi John."

"Can we talk now?"

"Yes, Ben isn't home."

"Did you think about what I said?" 

"Yes, I thought about it and I still don't think it's a good idea."

Hearing Marci say that gave me a bit of a lift. Then John said, "I'm not asking if you think it's a good idea, I am asking if you want to get together."

Marci was silent for a moment then said, "Yes."

John said, "I'm at the downtown Hilton. Just call me from the lobby when you get here."

Marci said, "I would rather you come for me."

"You want me to come to your house. What about your husband?"

Marci said, "He's out of town tonight," then she gave John directions to our house.

Now that brings us back to where I started this story. That is, with me sitting in my car a half block from my house waiting for John Martin to show up. My plan was to follow them when they left the house and eventually back to John's hotel I would give them time to get up to John's room then I was going to leave a package at the desk for John Martin then I would call his room and tell John that he has a package at the front desk. The package contained a bunch of promotional materials for local businesses and restaurants with some discount coupons. It is a package we send over to hotels for visitors to our offices. 

I would wait for John to come down to collect the package and then I would ride on the elevator with him back up to his floor and watch what room he goes into. Then I would wait until he and Marci had time to get started then I would knock on the door. When John came to the door I would tell him I had another package for him and I needed him to sign for it. Then when He opened the door I would burst in and catch Marci in whatever compromising situation she was in.

I was also ready for the possibility that Marci would invite John into our home. In that case I would slip into the garage and up the back stairs to the bonus room above the garage. From there I would have access to the second floor hall. In the hall there is a loft that over looks the living room where I can spy on Marci and John. If they come up stairs I will go back into the bonus room and wait until they go into the bedroom then I can sneak back down the hall. If Marci leaves the door open I can watch them from the hall if not I will listen to them so that I can burst in on them at the right moment.

It was about 8:30 PM when I saw the car pull into my driveway. The man who got out of the car I had never met but I was sure it was John Martin. I watched him ring the doorbell and when the door opened, throw his arms around my wife and give her a big kiss. Marci quickly pulled him inside the house and closed the door. I knew then that Marci was going to betray me in my own home. I knew this because Marci was not dressed to go out. She was wearing the long nightgown that I had bought her for Christmas the previous year. 

I got out of my car and quietly ran down the street to my house. As I walked up the driveway I looked inside the car John had driven. On the front seat was a brief case. As quietly as I could I opened the car door and looked inside the brief case. Inside I found his address book. Inside the address book were several of John' business cards with what appeared to be his home address on them. Then I found several business cards with the name Janice Martin on them and the same address. His wife? I took one her cards and closed the brief case and the car door. 

Next I went around to the back of the house and crept into the garage and up the stairs to the bonus room. I listened carefully at the hall door before I opened it. Hearing no sounds in the hall I opened the door. The hall lights were off but there was plenty of light coming into the loft area from the living room down stairs. I got on my hands and knees and crept to the railing at the edge of the loft and looked down. John was sitting on the sofa and Marci was just setting a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table. She poured the wine then went around and sat on the sofa and curled her legs underneath herself and faced John. John handed her a glass of the wine and took one for himself and said, "Here's to us and to tonight."

Marci smiled at him and took a sip of her wine.

For the next forty-five minutes they sat and talked, drank the wine and listened to the music that Marci had put on the CD player. Then John stood up and walked around the coffee table to where Marci was sitting at the other end of the sofa and asked her to dance. He held out his hand to her and she took it. She slipped her feet out from under her bottom and put then on the floor and stood up. John led her to the middle of the room and put his arms around her and began to sway to the music. Then John tipped his head down and kissed Marci. She didn't resist at all. As they continued kissing John slipped the straps of Marci's nightgown off her shoulders and as he stepped back from her, Marci let the gown fall all the way to the floor. Marci was wearing a white lace bra and panty set and had obviously dressed knowing that John was going to see her in her underwear. John pulled Marci to him and kissed her then I heard him say, "Why don't we go find a bed."

Marci took John's hand and started leading him toward the stairs as I retreated down the hallway and into the bonus room.

I waited until I was sure that they were in the bedroom before I came back into the hallway. As I tip toed down the hall I could see that the bedroom door wasn't completely closed. When I looked in through the crack in the door I could see Marci helping John take his shirt off. As she pushed off his shoulders she kissed him on the nipples. John dropped the shirt on the floor and Marci began to open his pants. When his pants were open Marci pushed both his pants and his under shorts down together leaving John nude in front of my wife. Marci looked up into John's face as she took his cock gently into her hand and began to stroke it. Then I heard John say, "Put it in your mouth." Marci slid down John's body and took his cock into her mouth. Then John said, "I keep remembering that night in my car I have been thinking about how great that sweat mouth of yours felt on my cock and I have been dreaming about having you suck my cock again ever since. But this time I am not going to cum in your mouth I am going to cum in that juicy cunt of yours. I'll bet you'd like me to suck on that cunt of yours wouldn't you?"

Marci mumbled something I couldn't understand and John said, "I want to hear you say it."

Marci let John's cock slip from her mouth and said, "Yes, I want you to suck on my cunt. I want you to make me cum." Then she went back to sucking on John's cock again. 

From a voyeuristic stand point this was some pretty hot stuff I was watching and I have to admit I had and erection. But the fact that this was my wife, my love, my Marci that was sucking on another man's cock was making me physically sick. I didn't know how long I could keep myself under control. I knew that I could burst into the room anytime now and have all the evidence I needed. There could be no denying anything now. But I wanted maximum effect so I waited.

John had helped Marci back to her feet and was asking her to sit on the edge of the bed. Then he got on his knees by the bed and slowly removed Marci's panties. When the panties were off John looked up at Marci and asked. "Now what was it you wanted me to do to you down here?"

Marci said, "I want you to press your mouth against my pussy and shove your tongue inside my cunt and suck the juice from my honey pot"

I had never heard Marci talk this way before. We talked dirty when we made love but Marci never got that dirty. But I guess it had the effect she wanted because John was now eating her pussy with wild abandon. Marci soon had an orgasm and right afterward John got on the bed with Marci and pushed his cock inside her pussy. As John was pumping my wife's pussy with his cock I pulled out the business card I had in my pocket and punched the telephone number into my cell phone but didn't hit send. Then I waited. It was five more minutes before the right moment came.

John was beginning to pump harder and faster and then shouted, "I coming."

At that moment I burst into the bedroom and yelled at the top of my lungs, "Get your cock out of my wife you piece of shit."

The effect was perfect. They both screamed and John jumped back and his cock came out of Marci's pussy just as it started to ejaculate causing him to spray his seed all over Marci, including two spurts that hit Marci in the face, while they both looked at me in horror. As they watched me to see what I would do I pressed the send button on my phone. When I heard the woman's voice on the other end, I said, "Is this Janice Martin and are you the wife of John Martin?" The look on John's face was priceless.

"Yes." Who's this?"

I said, "My name is Ben Rogers and I have the unfortunate duty to tell you I just caught your husband fucking my wife in my own home."

"Is this some kind of joke? This is not funny."

I said, "I wish this was just a joke. Would you like to speak to you husband? He's right her on the bed with my wife spurting semen all over the bed spread." Mrs. Martin said no and hung up but I tossed the phone to John anyway. 

John grabbed the phone and said, "Janice!... Janice!" Then he realized that she had already hung up. Then he looked at me and said, "You bastard." 

"You're calling me a bastard? Did you really think that you could just waltz into my house, fuck my wife, ruin my marriage, and then go home to your own happy marriage. I just hope your wife cleans you out in the divorce settlement. Now get your clothes on and get the fuck out of my house." 

As John struggled to get his clothes on while trying to maintain his dignity and stay out of my reach, Marci sat on the bed with the sheet pulled up to cover herself. I almost had to laugh at the two streaks of semen running down her face. She appeared to be in shock. Other than her initial scream when she first saw me in the bedroom she hadn't made a sound. 

When John had his clothes on I followed him down the stairs. I blocked him from the front door and said, "Well, Marci is yours now, what are you going to do with her?"

John didn't look at me and he didn't answer me. He just stood there until I open the door and let him leave. I watched till John pulled his car out of the driveway and sped around the corner, and then I headed back upstairs to confront Marci.

She was still sitting on the bed with the sheet pulled up around her neck when I entered the room.

I gave her a disgusted look and said, "You managed to ruin two marriages tonight, how does that make you feel?"

Marci dropped her chin down against her chest and as she started to cry she said, "I'm sorry. I am so sorry. This wasn't supposed to happen"

"Wasn't supposed to happen? What does that mean? You met him at the front door wearing a nightgown for Christ's sake. You knew you were going to fuck him before he got to the house."

"But you don't understand."

"What the hell is there to understand? Is there something you can tell me that would make sense of all this? Do you have an explanation that will make me not care that you just fucked that asshole in my bed?"

Marci made no attempt to answer me, so I continued. "I want you to be honest with me one time. Four and a half years ago you snuck out with that asshole after I brought you home from a party. You swore to me that you didn't do anything with him. Now tell me the truth. What did happen that night?"

Marci's mouth started moving but no words were coming out. She finally managed to stutter, "I told you nothing happened that night."

"And we both know that was a lie. Now tell me what happened in dickhead's car that night."

"Just some kissing and fondling. Nothing more."

"Then what did John mean when he said 'I keep remembering that night in my car I have been thinking about how great that sweat mouth of yours felt on my cock and I have been dreaming about having you suck my cock again ever since?'"

"Oh God, you heard that? Then you already know what happened."

"Do you love him?"

"No. I love you."

"That's a little harder to swallow than that load of cum he shot in your mouth, don't you think? You told me the same thing four and a half years ago and I made the mistake of believing you that time. Even though I would have a hard time believing anything you might say right now I would be interested to hear you explain why, if you love me and you don't love him how it happens that you snuck out with him and sucked his cock four and a half years ago and now you brought him into our house, into our bed and fucked him."

Marci looked at me with tears streaming down her face and said, "I can't explain it. I don't know why I did it." 

"And the way you were talking to him. Telling him you wanted him to suck your cunt. I've never heard you talk that way before."

Marci put her hands over her face and cried.

"Then I guess there is nothing more to talk about. The night is still young, so why don't you pack a bag and go join dip shit at his hotel room."

"You want me to go stay with John?" 

I answered, "Frankly I don't care where you stay tonight, I just want you out of my sight. You make me sick."

Marci said, "I don't want to be with him. I don't want to leave."

I said, "You may as well stay in here. I won't be able to sleep in this room again until it has been cleaned and you and this cum stained bedding are gone." Then I left the room and closed the doors behind me and went to spend the night in the guest room. 

The next morning I was dressed and on my way to work before Marci came out of the bedroom. I was confused all day. I didn't know if I wanted to try and save my marriage or not. It's hard to go from loving someone to wanting them out of your life in such a short period of time. If I had known that Marci sucked John Martin's cock that night in his car I might never have married her, but I believed her and loved her, and now I have to decided what to do. 

When I got home from work Marci was sitting in the living room with three suitcases. I wanted to ask her where she was going but I didn't. Marci was the first to speak and all she said was, "Will you help me put these bags in my car?"

I didn't say a word, I just picked up two of the suitcases and carried them out to the garage and put them in Marci's car. She loaded the third bag in herself. I opened the garage door for her but before she got into the car she came over to me. Standing in front of me she opened her purse and took out an envelope and handed it to me. Then she kissed me on the cheek and got into her car and drove away.

I went back into the house and got a beer and sat in the living room. After finishing my third beer I opened the envelope that Marci gave me. Inside was a hand written note addressed to me.

The note said:

"My Dearest Ben,

I don't know how to even begin to tell you how sorry I am for what I have done to you. I know you'll have a hard time believing this but I love you. I hope you will believe that I am telling you the truth here because I have nothing to gain by telling any more lies. You are the only man I have ever truly loved which makes it even harder to explain why those things happened with John.

Other than you John is the only man I have ever had sex with and it was only the two times you already know about. 

That first time happened because I was scared. I loved you but I was afraid that things were moving too fast. My friends told me that they thought you were getting ready to ask me to marry you and I got spooked. I wasn't getting any 

time to think. You were always with me. That night I was mad at you. You didn't do anything wrong it was just that I didn't want to go out with you that night but I knew that if I told you I didn't want to go out that you would want to know why and I couldn't explain it. That upset me more. All that night I just didn't want to be

with you. That's why I wanted to go to that party. So I could be with other people. Then I ran into John at the party. I hadn't seen him in a few years. I don't know what it was but somehow he made me feel wicked. So when he asked me to go 

for a ride I told him to pick me up after you dropped me off at my apartment. 

When John parked the car and started kissing me I wanted him to stop because I felt guilty about what I was doing. I got mad at you because it was you that made me feel guilty so I decided to punish you by not stopping John. In the end 

I wouldn't let him have intercourse with me, so I brought him off in my mouth so that he would take me home. Afterward I never wanted to see him again. 

I didn't know how I felt about what had happened until you didn't call me for three days. Then I was afraid that I had lost you. When you finally called I thought everything was going to be all right. But then you said that you saw me

leave my apartment with John so I had to lie to you about what happened to try to save our relationship.

Then a few days ago John called me out of the blue. I had never expected to hear from him again. I knew that I shouldn't see him and I tried to tell him no, but knowing why he wanted to see me somehow excited me. I had decided that no matter what he said I would not see him but then you told me you were going out of town on business and suddenly I had to see him. I thought that somehow it would be all right for me to have a fling with him and that you would never know about it. I should have known better. The rest you know. I don't know if this helps but I wanted you to know the truth. 

I can't explain the language you heard me using. I guess I just felt dirty cheating on you so I talked like a slut because I felt like one.

I am going to stay with my sister for a while until I can find a place of my own. When I do I will let you know where I am. I hope that someday you will find t in your heart to forgive me, but I'll understand if you don't. 

I will love you always,

Marci"

P.S. Someday I hope you will tell me how you happened to be home last night.

I read the note two more times then I threw it away. Later that night as I got ready to go to bed I fished the letter out of the trash and put it in my desk drawer. 

Is it over? I don't know.



Marcia and Daddy Are Ready To Make Love



One would be wise to read in the following sequence, "Marcia and Daddy Confessions I", "More Confessions From Marcia" and finally, "Marcia Spies on Daddy" in order for this story to have more continuity. 

Regardless, reading just "Marcia Spies on Daddy' will suffice to bridge a natural segue way to this story.

Those three chapters were written specifically for a female friend of mine who confessed she had strong sexual feelings for her farther starting when she was 14 after she discovered her father's interest in incest and specifically in her, while using his computer. Her sexual feelings for her father continued to her 30th birthday. 

Those feelings were never acted on by either Marcia or her father. The segments were written for her as a fantasy way for the father and daughter to communicate their feelings to each other. The segment titled "Marcia Spied on Daddy" has a good deal of truth woven into the story when dealing with her discovery of what was on her father's desktop. That happened when Marcia was actually 14, not 18. The rest of the story is a fantasy.

Because Literotica cannot allow any sexual contact with story characters under 18, those segments needed major editing to conform to that policy. Unfortunately a good portion of the natural continuity of the fantasy relationship was lost due to that editing.

I may rewrite those chapters someday and include the three with this story. Regardless this story can stand alone and hopefully will bring a pleasurable experience to some of those who read it.

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Marcia has discovered several folders on her father's computer dealing with father/daughter incest. She found one folder that had stories written by her father involving the two of then sharing intimacy. She has been looking into various files for some time now and is concerned she may be caught. The story follows.

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Marcia looked at the clock on the screen and realized that daddy could walk in any time now. Frantically, she closed the folder and shut the computer down. She strode briskly to her bedroom, closed and locked the door. She pulled her tee-shirt over her head, removed her bra, and then pushed her shorts down her legs. Her panties came off with the shorts. She stood naked in front of the mirror taking in her nude reflection. Yes, she told herself, she was still the same 18 year old daughter; the same daughter she'd been all her life, but what she just learned from snooping in her father's computer added a new twist to her life. 

She well knew she could get the boys at school to jump through hoops for her if she gave them a sexy look or smile. She had a very good idea of the power a pussy held over the silly guys in her classes who always tried without success to feel her up or beg to have her jerk them off. These were not guys she dated but rather just "boys" who felt the need to try their luck with her.

This was different, very different. She now understood she had the ability to turn on a handsome, virile man who was more than twice her age. The fact that it was her father made it even more amazing to her. "My Daddy wants to fuck me. He wants to cum in my pussy. He wants to do to her what her girlfriend Jean did to her a few months earlier. Daddy wants to eat my pussy! "

She ran her hands up her flanks to her chest She began by cupping her large breasts enjoying their weight in her hands. Next she rolled and squeezed her nipples. She continued to caress a breast with her right hand and moved her left hand across her abdomen and continued downward until she reached her pussy. Using a finger Marcia began to stimulate her clitoris through the sparse curls of her trimmed blonde bush. She put her index finger into her wet opening moving it around to get wet and brought the moistened digit back to her clit. 

Marcia could feel the heat building in her crotch as she played with her clit. She moved her other hand down between her legs and gently pushed a finger into her pussy making sure she did so without rupturing her hymen. She stared at herself in the mirror wishing the hands that were caressing her sexy slit were her father's. 

She needed more, so she squatted not missing a single stroke as she fingered herself. She opened her bottom dresser drawer and reached under the sweatshirts to where she kept the remainder of a candle. She felt around until she found it. She deliberately chose a short candle for her pleasure because she knew it would not go in her deep enough to pop her virgin pussy's cherry. Marcia fantasized it was her father Anthony's cock that she would soon feel in her pulsating pussy.

She took the candle out of the drawer and stared at it for several seconds disappointed it wasn't longer before she ran her tongue over the bottom end. She placed it in her mouth and sucked it like a cock taking its entire length with little effort, fantasizing she was sucking her father's s cock. She got it very wet with her saliva pretending it was daddy's big hard prick in her mouth. 

Marcia wanted more. She pulled her makeshift dildo from her mouth, moved it between her legs and pushed it into her waiting slit. She sinuously moved up and down on the fake cock. Her eyes were closed imagining it was daddy's cock that she was riding. A long, loud groan escaped her lips as she slowly pleasured herself to oblivion. 

The noise caught the attention of Anthony who was in his bedroom changing into some comfortable clothes after coming home from work. Marcia was so into her sex play that she did not heard him come in. She was so worked up at that point she probably would have continued the fantasy of making love to her father even if she knew he was at home. 

Anthony reacted instantly when he heard what was going on in the next bedroom. He discovered sometime after he allowed Marcia to move into the larger bedroom, formerly an office and workout room for his ex-wife Diane, that the placement of the air conditioner vents between the two rooms made it easy for him to hear whatever was happening in his daughter's bedroom. 

If he sat in his closet it was almost like he was in the same room with his daughter. He spent many a night on his bedroom chair, stroking his cock while listening to Marcia masturbate. He knew she had a high sex drive and was fairly sure she was still a virgin. She did not date much and in fact had not gone out on a date with a guy for over a year and a half to the best of his recollection.

More important, he did not think she would masturbate every night if she was fucking someone. Listening to his young daughter pleasuring her body every night before she went to sleep was one of the things he loved about his "Marcia". She gave him ample opportunity with her evening activities to fill an encyclopedia full of erotic thoughts and fantasized scenarios. 

Anthony thought, "Marcia masturbating before she goes to sleep? This is highly unusual. I wonder if something got her worked up. Perhaps she found one of my porn videos and got hot from watching." Anthony could feel his cock swell as he listened to the gasps and moans his daughter made as she touched herself. He slid his boxer shorts off and stood naked by his closet, slowly stroking his stiff cock. 

Continuing to jerk himself lightly, he went to his drawer, reached in and pulled out his trusty pair of panties. He got a tremendous thrill using his daughter's panties for this purpose. The idea of where they were, on his daughters hot pussy, before he sneaked them from the laundry hamper was a huge sexual turn on for him. An added bonus was the way the satiny fabric they were constructed from felt on his cock. He had cum in them so many times he took to secretly hand washing them to get rid of his dried crusty discharges.

He reached into the drawer of his night stand and pulled out a tube of K-Y, squirted some on his cock and began working it up and down his shaft. He was imagining this would be how Marcia's juices would feel around his cock. He moved the chair into the closet taking a hand towel with him. Anthony positioned the chair where the sounds from Marcia's bedroom were best heard. He sat down he began to stroke himself knowing he was going to work his prick until he came. As he played with his cock his head was full of erotic images of him and his daughter fucking. 

Marcia's legs started to ache from being in the squatting position for so long. She decided to stand while keeping the candle/dildo firmly embedded in her pussy. Her cunt was so tight there was no need for her to hold it in place as she walked to her bed and lay down on her back. Now she began to seriously fuck herself. She could feel her climax beginning to get close. She had done this many, many times since discovering how wonderful it felt to play with her pussy. Lost in the mental image if her fantasy Marcia moaned audibly as she thought to herself," Oh daddy," then, "Mmmmmmm. Fuck me with your beautiful cock. I want to feel you fill me up. Ummm, ahhhh, yeeaaaahh." 

Anthony's hand was moving rapidly over his red/purple prick as he listened to his daughter's sexy moans. "God, I wish that was my cock fucking that pussy," he thought. He looked down at his cock and he was certain he could please her with it. He was not huge, but big enough at 6 ½ to 7 inches and medium thick with a nice head. He imagined his cock would be the perfect size and shape for Marcia's petite physique. He so wanted to feel it enter her taboo virgin pussy.

Marcia's pussy lips were large enough to stick out from her mound allowing her easy access to her pussy. When she had something inside her cunt it gripped like a vice. She was imagining that it was her father who was getting that feeling of tightness on his cock instead of the candle, and the wickedness of the thought spurred her arousal higher and higher. 

As she approached her orgasm she began to pump the candle stub faster and faster in her cunt. It was making squishing noises as she fucked herself. These sounds were very sexy to her; they were almost obscene she thought. A series of involuntary guttural groans from deep in her throat told her she was getting close to her climax. 

Then it was there; the now very familiar feeling reaching to the core of her gut and cunt. She emitted a loud moan and caught her breath. For a split second she hung on the edge as she slowed down her movements in an attempt to prolong the indescribable sensations rippling through out her body right before the explosion. With a deep groan her body went into convulsions as a massive orgasm swept her body from head to toe. Without thinking about what she was saying Marcia spoke out loud, "Oh daddy. Oh my God daddy. Fuck me, fuck me daddy." 

For several indescribably fantastic seconds she was overwhelmed with her climax; her pussy exploded on the home made candle/dildo. Her cunt walls were having spasms and contracting much stronger than ever before. Marcia was in a sexual stupor for some time. She came back to reality when she felt the wetness of her orgasm discharge on her hand. 

As he heard the telltale sound of Monica's orgasm getting close Anthony stroked himself harder and harder, feeling the tightening in his prostate as the gland prepared for an ejaculation. When he heard his sweet young virgin daughter shout, "Oh daddy. Oh my God daddy. Fuck me, fuck me daddy," he knew his orgasm was seconds away. With his mind lost in the fantasy fuck, he stroked a few final times then watched as his cock spewed out several strings of cum one of which landed on the hand towel on his lap. 

The first shot flew nearly two feet in the air and the rest went almost as far until the pulsing stopped. The last few were weaker and the last of his cum flowed over his hand.. His body shook as he squeezed out the final few drops of semen. He squeezed his prick to push out any remaining semen and got up to clean himself. He realized it had to be at least a year before his wife Diane left since he climaxed that hard. 

His thoughts went back to what he heard his daughter say as she came. He took a second or two to process what he just heard Marcia say as she came, his brain too caught up with the wonderful sensations his climax was causing. What he heard puzzled him. He was sure he heard her say "Daddy" more than once and was confused by her action. He put the thought on hold as he prepared to clean up the mess caused by his climax.

Marcia stayed on her bed as the afterglow of the massive orgasm waved throughout her hard young body. It had been a first for her. She had many very nice climaxes since she started to masturbate, but never had she cum that intensely, that completely. She felt totally satisfied. She gave some thought about what just happened. 

Marcia understood and accepted the simple fact so obvious to her; she knew the amazing intensity of this climax came as a result of her fantasy of fucking her father. As her wits and focus returned she became aware of movement in her father's room. Marcia realized he was home. 

What had he heard? Not sure if she was more embarrassed than frightened with the knowledge her father may have heard everything, Marcia wondered if he had been home for the entire time she fucked herself. Then a slow, almost sinister smile played across her face as she realized that she didn't care if he had heard her or not. She came to the realization some time during her frantic masturbation session; she had made up her mind. She was going to do it. She was going try to get her father to fuck her. So what if it was incest. She didn't care if it was taboo. 

She needed to be a woman for her "Daddy", and based on what she found in his drawer and his computer, he obviously wanted her to be his woman. He had professed his love for her during the course of the stories about them in the password protected folder. Marcia clearly understood that love was not father/daughter love. It was, "I am in love with you love." Yes, he loved her and wanted her in a carnal way. Marcia accepted a simple truth; she loved him and wanted him in the same fashion. Those odd feelings for her father had started when she was 14. Now, four years later she was sure of what she wanted to happen. She wanted to make love to her father. 

Anthony threw on a pair of cargo shorts added a polo shirt and headed for the kitchen to wrangle up something to eat. He still did not equate what he heard his daughter say or why she shouted out daddy several times while climaxing.

He nearly bumped into Marcia as she emerged from her bedroom. He couldn't help but notice that she was flushed, her hair was tousled and she smelled of sex. He took a long look at his daughter and noticed something unusual about her appearance. 

From the way her nipples were poking through the material of her tee-shirt he was sure his daughter hadn't bothered to put on a bra. That was very unlike Marcia. He could count the number of times she was bra-less since her breasts developed into her now generous cup size. He wondered if she simply forgot or if there was more to it than that.

Marcia had long known that men liked to see women in tee-shirts without a bra, and she figured her father was no different. Truthfully, bras for Marcia were mostly because of her modesty or to keep her nipples from becoming irritated especially when she was practicing with the marching band. There was something about the stiffness of the uniform front that was very annoying to her nipples. 

She was thought by most of the boys in her class to have the biggest and nicest shaped breasts in the high school. She was extremely well endowed, a generous D size cup, blessed with very dense breasts and really did not need a bra for support. Her breasts sat up high and proud on her chest with only a minimum of sag. 

Not finding much in the refrigerator they decided to have pizza delivered. They sat down at the table after the pizza delivery discussing various subjects. Marcia was intelligent enough to know now was not the time to mention anything about what she had found earlier that day. She still had some serious concerns about that. She was not sure how Anthony would react if she told him what she discovered while snooping in his personal computer files.

She didn't want to discuss what she had seen just yet. Marcia wanted to think this through in order to formulate a plan that would culminate with the seduction of her "Daddy". For his part, Anthony was pleased to see her in a tight tee-shirt giving him an ample eye full of her lovely ample breasts. 

As they worked together in the small kitchen cleaning up after eating, Anthony found himself for at least the thousandth time over the last four years tempted to simply take his daughter in his arms and make his feelings known. His cock was hard again with the thoughts he was enjoying about her. He wanted to so badly, but morality issues coupled with the fear Marcia would think of him as the worst kind of sick pedophile pervert for desiring her in a carnal way again caused him to stifle those urges. 

If she were looking at incest porn and fantasizing being with her father that still was not the same as actually wanting to do it for real. Another caveat in need of serious consideration was the fact that if he touched her and she resisted his affection he could very well ruin his excellent relationship they did enjoy as father/daughter. In addition was the fear of being disgraced in his daughter eyes by his actions. 

After getting her lunch ready for school the next day, Marcia kissed her father on the cheek the way she always did before going to her bedroom and was in bed by 9:30. Lying in bed with a hundred thoughts in her head she was conscious of how exciting the day's events were for her. She was about to embark on an adventure.

She still had many questions concerning how she should go about getting her father to make love to her. Added to that was the prospect of doing something so forbidden, the thought of which thrilled her to the core. She had wanted to have sex so badly since the night she and Jean spent exploring each other on a sleep over. That was already several months behind her and yet she was still a virgin.

Marcia knew why she had not allowed any of the boys she once dated to fuck her. She felt they were so immature, especially when she compared their behavior around her with her fathers. They would look at her breasts and body and rudely gawk at her making her feel like a sexual object to them. She had heard a few guys crassly refer to her as a hot piece of meat. Because of that and because of her growing interest in her father she stopped dating almost two years ago.

Daddy, on the other hand, was so much more adult about the way he admired her sexy body. There was just something different about the way he made her feel when he took her in. Somehow when daddy looked her over, rather than making her feel like a sexual object or dirty, he made her feel like an attractive woman. 

Another important consideration was her reputation. A few of her high school girl friends had slept with boys. It didn't take more than a couple of hours for that kind of news to spread through the high school the next day. These girls were immediately the focus of attention from all the "cool" guys who wanted only one thing from them; to get laid. In short order every one of these girls earned reputations as being sluts. They soon were hearing stories about how they had fucked guys they didn't even know. The male need to brag about sexual conquest was far stronger in high school boys than honesty or discretion.

Eventually she was able to shut out the myriad of thoughts spinning through her head. Still sexually charged after all that happened today, she felt the need for another release and masturbated to climax for the second time. Marcia's head was full of positively erotic thoughts about her "Daddy" as she fell asleep . 




Marcia and Daddy Are Ready To Make Love



Anthony waited until he was sure Marcia was sleeping before slipping into the room he used as his office. He sat down at the computer, booted it up and surfed around some before opening his special folder. It didn't take him long to realize someone else had been in the folder. With mounting horror, he called up the log that recorded when each file had been opened and closed. 

When he saw the times he instantly knew who had accessed the files in the folder. No one could have possibly done it except his daughter. When the full understanding and realization of what had happened and, more importantly, what it meant, he groaned, "Oh shit, I'm fucked." It was patently obvious that Marcia had found his folder, figured out a way in and had seen everything he'd put in there including all the Photo Shopped pictures and father/daughter incest stories. 

He spent a minute trying to put together an answer that did not involve his daughter. After running a dozen possible scenarios by it was clear that it was his daughter Marcia who had been on his computer looking in his "special" folder. Anthony quickly searched the time each story had been accessed today and knew from the information Marcia had looked at just about all of the stories he'd had filed away including the file labeled "Daddy's Fantasy Wish". 

In that file he detailed exactly what he wanted to do with Marcia. He was glad that all the fictional scenes of him making out with Marcia happened with his sexy daughter's consent. Many of the submissions he found in incest story web sites had a theme of fathers forcing their young daughter to fuck or suck them. Others had fathers using drugs or alcoholic to put their daughter in a stupor so they could force themselves on their daughters more easily. 

That was not his style. None of the fantasy stories about Marcia and him were stories where his affections being forced upon her. The stories all made her a willing participant rather than an innocent victim of abuse. Should he ever really share intimacy with his daughter he knew that would be the only way he would ever allow it to happen.

Anthony speculated, if Marcia had been shocked or upset by what she'd discovered she surly would have confronted him. He thought if she had been angry he would guess there would have been a big scene when he got back from the office. She was that kind of a person. She always told him if she was upset by any of his actions or inaction as well. A smile slowly filled his face. Just what had she done? 

As best as he could tell she went to her bedroom in the middle of the afternoon and fucked herself silly, climaxing in the loudest, most explosive orgasm he could remember her having while shouting, Daddy, fuck me." She walked out of her bedroom without cleaning up and dressed in a tight tee-shirt, bra-less, her taut nipples straining the cloth of her shirt. Still she behaved as she normally did. She was his usual sweet, friendly, talkative daughter with one exception; she left her bedroom smelling of sex AND had put on a tight tee-shirt that clearly exposed her turgid nipples and full breasts.

Was it possible that, rather than being shocked and angry, his sexy, sweet, hot Marcia was turned on by what she found? Could it be that she might actually consider letting him make love to her? Anthony's cock began to swell as he realized his most cherished fantasy, his fondest dream, his greatest hope might come true. As pleasant as those thoughts were, he forced himself to face the reality of the current situation. Fantasy it might be, but in the real world daughters didn't let their fathers fuck them. In the real world fathers who fucked their daughters went to jail.

He decided to stay off his desktop computer for a while. Even though he was very sure about who opened the files, he figured a way to confirm with 100% certainty it was in fact his daughter accessing the files. He went to the closet and pulled out a small spy video camera he used to record his ex-wife Diane bringing her boss back to their home to fuck during lunch hour. 

In a matter of a few minutes he had the wireless camera working. He rigged it so that it would not come on until the computer key pad was touched. He estimated the 9 volt battery would last over a month with that configuration. He planned to be patient and bide his time while he watched for any activity on his desktop. 

Nothing was said by either Marcia or her father about the event that had taken place in Marcia's bedroom or what was no longer secretly hidden in Anthony's computer. There was no need for her to review what she found since there was absolutely no doubt what daddy had on his mind.

She decided not to return to Anthony's desk top to reopen the hidden folders and files discovered earlier today. Marcia didn't think the risk of being on Anthony's computer two times would be worth having access to what she already knew was stored there. 

Although no mention was made about either the computer or her loud afternoon masturbating session, through the next week they both experienced a change in how they viewed each other. There was a new charge in the air. The both felt it and each wondered if it was only them who sensed it. Marcia was positive her father was spending far more time looking at her. 

This change was not unwelcomed by her. She made a point to always look pretty and sexy for him. She went out of her way to find an excuse to bend over several times each day giving him a view of her hard ass clothed in tight short-shorts. When doing this Marcia feigned being busy with a chore requiring her to bend to accomplish what she was doing. 

Anthony was aware of her ass being waved at him during the times he was at home. Was she doing this on purpose to rub it in my face knowing I can never have her? Is she doing this to let me know it is okay to look at her? He had no clue which, if either was the reason for her constant showing off her sexy ass in front of him.

One evening about a week after her discovery Marcia came up with an idea she hoped would confirm her father's feelings. Marcia got very daring. She had a plan that she hoped would tell her if her father was actually looking at her in a sexually context. After her shower she put on a very large loose fitting pair of shorts she fashioned herself by cutting the legs off of a baggy pair of old sweat pants. She intentionally neglected to put panties on. Going down to the TV room, Marcia deliberately sat across from her father. She picked up a magazine lying on the end table and feigned interest in a random story she chose. 

After a few minutes she casually spread her legs open exposing her pussy. It didn't take long for Anthony to notice her legs were open. He couldn't believe what he saw. "Fuck! is that her pussy?" he thought. He tried not to look for fear of being caught but soon gave in to the sexy visual he was confronted with. 

Marcia noticed daddy taking in her crotch and did something very daring; she spread her legs even wider. She knew she was fully exposed because she could feel the breeze created by the overhead fan on her cunt. "Daddy," she thought, "I am sending you a clear signal. I hope you are receiving it."

She sneaked a look from behind the magazine and what she saw ended any doubt she had. Her suspicions were confirmed; daddy was staring at her pussy and was not being very subtle about it. She felt the familiar tingle starting deep inside her vaginal walls. Along with the tingle she felt her pussy getting extremely wet. Marcia was positive she could smell her womanhood and hoped Anthony did as well.

Anthony felt his cock fill with blood as he stared at his daughters exposed pussy. He hoped there would be no need for him to get off the couch anytime soon because there would be no way to hide his erection from Marcia. He looked again and could not believe what he clearly knew to be true; Marcia's cunt was glistening with wetness. He was sure of that. "Is her being sexual excited causing that," he wondered. He felt his prick swell even more with that thought.

"Holy crap! Daddy has a hard on and I caused it. Wow!" thought Marcia. That knowledge did three things to her; the tingling and wetness in her pussy was more pronounced Additionally Marcia felt the intensity of her love for her father increase. 

She was romantically in love with her father, Anthony. She decided she would try to think of him as her Anthony from now on and not her father. She still liked the idea of calling him her "Daddy", but that endearment now had an entirely new and decidedly erotic meaning to her. She wanted to be Anthony's woman but liked the idea of fucking daddy.

No longer trying to hide what was happening, Marcia left her legs spread wide, put down the magazine and stared directly into Anthony's eyes. As she looked at him her face filled with a beautiful smile. She then directed her stare to Daddy's crotch. 

Embarrassed by his inability to control his cock, Anthony casually placed his folded hands over his lap in an attempt to hide his erection from her. Still smiling, Marcia got up, went to her Anthony and sat cross wise on his lap. "Daddy, I need a hug from you. Hold me please." She knew he would never refuse giving her a hug, never. She also knew he would have to raise his hands to do that. 

When his arms surrounded her she settled down into his lap and felt his hard cock poking her ass. Rather than ignoring it she decided to wiggle her butt against his erection. She heard a small gasp leave her father's mouth. Marcia was enjoying this. She liked knowing she was sexy and attractive enough able to make Anthony's cock hard and swollen. 

Getting even more brazen, Marcia turned in his lap facing him and sat astride his legs. She spread her legs and moved around until she felt Daddy's cock lying between her wet and open slit. She reached up and tousled his hair telling him, "Daddy, I love you so much. You are the nicest person in my life. I really love you! I want you to know I would be lost without you in my life".

"What the hell is happening?" thought Anthony. "Doesn't she realize what she is doing to me? She has to. This is not the actions of an innocent 10 year old. She is 18 and damn well knows her pussy was exposed for me to see. And I bet she can feel my cock rubbing her pussy right now. Is she trying to tell me something? Is that what she really meant with what she just said to me?" He looked deeply into her eyes and felt only love for her. He wanted her so bad it was causing him to miss behave. " As much as I want to be with her I should, I must end this game of hers right now before I do something I will regret. This has gone far enough," thought Anthony. 

He was about to ask Marcia to get up when she kissed him on his forehead and both cheeks, something she had been doing since she was old enough to sit in his lap. He smiled at her as she looked at him and was surprised by her once again this evening. 

Marcia lowered her head and placed her lips on his. She kissed him full on his lips and at first Anthony kept his mouth closed making sure not to move against her pouty lips. He thought, "The hell with this nonsense. I am going to call her bluff and kiss her back." Rather than backing off from the kiss, Marcia reacted instantly by kissing him with more movement and intensity.

Both knew this was not a daughter/father kiss. This was something entirely different. They were kissing like a man and women with genuine desire for each other. He felt Marcia open her mouth and flick her tongue over his lips. This was just too much information for him to process and catalog for one night so Anthony picked Marcia up under her arms and proceeded to get up. 

He said, "I love you too my sweet daughter. I know I would be lost as well if you were not in my life. That was such a sweet thing to tell me Marcia. I have a busy day tomorrow so I am going to go up to my bedroom and go to sleep. Good night sweetheart" 

Marcia went into her bedroom glowing. Yes! She knew what she wanted, what she hoped would happen with her and her "Anthony/Daddy". The thought of her father squirting his hot cum into her pussy was both extremely hot and sexy as well as deeply romantic to her. Just a few months older than 18 and having no desire to be a mother she wanted to take no chances that she'd end up being pregnant by her father; in fact she thought, not by my father or by any man. 

Marcia made a mental note before she fell asleep to be sure that would not happen. She made a decision and early in the week she contacted her gynecologist about getting a prescription for birth-control pills. Because she was 18 the decision was between her and her doctor. Her father would not be informed.

As often happens, life got in the way of Marcia and daddy being able to enjoy living. Anthony had to fly to Chicago for a week and then to London which added up to a total of two weeks of stressful work installing a new and very complicated accounting software program for a multinational corporation with locations in 23 countries. He was busy 18 hours of the day and aside from making time to call Marcia every evening at 8:00 p.m. Florida time, he had no time for anything except work and sleep.

Marcia missed him in many ways. She missed his company, his conversations with her, his physically being near her and oddly, his smell. She went into his bedroom several times while he was gone and found items of clothing that had his smell on them. Fantasizing he was with her, she brought herself to climax inhaling his scent multiple times during his absence. She took to sleeping with a tee-shirt of his she found in the hamper as she prepared to do the laundry shortly after he left for Chicago.

Although she was on her own for two weeks, being busy with school, her after school activities and her part time job in Dillard's Southgate Mall location helped the time pass more quickly. Still, as busy as she kept herself, she thought about her father constantly and wished he were home sharing his time with her. 

Things finally settled into their normal routine about a month after the incident on the couch. It was a Thursday night when, as they ate dinner, Anthony looked across the table at Marcia and asked if she had any plans for Saturday night. 

"No, I don't," she replied. "I get excused from band after the half time show at the football game which should be no later than 3:30, and I am free Sunday from any school activities. Why do you ask daddy?" 

"I just thought you might like to go out to dinner," Anthony said. "I mean why don't we get dressed up and have kind of a romantic evening together. May be it will help me feel better about having to leave you on your own for two weeks. Neither one of us has had a date in so long we've probably forgotten what it's like." 

Marcia was delighted at the suggestion. When her father offered to take her to one of the city's nicest restaurants, a four-star establishment known for its excellent food and a cozy, intimate atmosphere, she felt her stomach doing cartwheels. She couldn't believe he said a "romantic evening". She wondered what he had in mind and could only hope it was what she was thinking. Marcia wanted to be taken out to dinner as daddy's date, not daddy's daughter. 

Marcia day dreamed what she prayed to happen; at some point during their time in the restaurant, in full view of everyone, she wanted to lean on his arm, look up at him, bring her lips to his and kiss him fully on the lips like she had done that evening a month ago while they were on the couch, but this time she would look at him and add, "I am in love you Daddy. I want you to make love to me." If he agreed to that as a culmination of their date Marcia was sure she would swoon right at the table because of her happiness and her growing sexual excitement.

Anthony, too, was excited. He had been thinking about making love to his beautiful and luscious daughter for at least four years. As much as it was a struggle for him to face, he admitted to his conscious mind he wanted this evening to be a "date" whose final chapter would be making love to his daughter. He had been having sexual thoughts about Marcia since she was 14. He was somewhat ashamed to admit that even to himself. He wanted her within a few months after his wife left him. 

Since Diane followed her boss to his new location in Singapore to manage his company's flagship hotel, their divorce agreement left him with 100% custody. Anthony made a conscious effort to devote himself to Marcia. He found it was easy to be in her company, spending all his time exclusive of his job with her. The more time he shared with Marcia the more he realized just how exceptional his daughter was.

Other women, especially his ex-wife, had disappointed him in the kind of relationship that had evolved over time. There was something lacking with the marriage he had with Diane. The problem was it took about 10 years to figure that out and to understand what was missing for him. With Marcia he never felt the need to leave conversations about his profession or day to day matters out of their lives. 

He had slept with a few women after his separation and felt poorly about how he had used those women for his sexual satisfaction. He would take them out as many times as it was necessary to get them in bed and then discard them. Most of the times he was making love to these women he found himself fantasizing how it would be if it were his daughter he was fucking. That was the thought that got his cock the hardest and made his climaxes the strongest. 

Regardless of how hard he may have cum, he always left these women feeling a void, an emptiness at the end of the evening. Something was missing. He wanted it to be more than sex and fucking. He wanted to fall in love again but was realizing day by day he was already in love. He knew his feelings for Marcia were the main reason why he no longer dated and why he spent as much time with his daughter as possible. 

He felt comfortable talking about almost anything with her including his political and religious ideologies. Marcia enjoyed learning the ins and outs of his profession and showed a genuine interest in remembering the people he worked with day to day. She was well read on current events and could hold her own when discussing the state of the nation and the world.

Marcia was a vociferous reader and usually finished two to three books a week, the paramount share of which would be classified as excellent literature for college level students. He was proud of how well read she was and prouder still of her perfect 800 score for the English part of the SAT'S. She did not do as well with the math scoring a 720. 

Still, a combined 1520 put her in the top 2 percentile of all those taking the test nationwide. Counting only those taking the test in Florida put her in the top 1/2 percentile. The girl was smart and she coupled that with disciplined study habits and a genuine desire to learn. She already had offers of academic scholarships from several prestigious universities.

He made a solemn promise to himself; a promise he vowed to never violate. He would be the man Marcia could count on for life; he would be the one man who would never let her down, who would be as devoted to her as anyone could possibly be. He hoped she would be as devoted to him if what he had in mind for the two of them developed into the relationship he dreamed of. 

He thought, "I will always treat her right. I will always treat her as a first class lady. I will always love her without conditions or reservations. I will never drift. If we do become more than father/daughter and this evolves into a sexual relationship I will never cheat on her. Please dear God. I pray she will accept my love and my offer to be her man for life."

Marcia skipped her debate club meeting on Friday to go shopping for the things she wanted for her date with Anthony. She wanted to dress in a classy outfit that was sexy as well. She had always been frugal with her spending money, saving the lion's share of what she got each week from her father along with any money she received for her birthday and Christmas from relatives. Added to that was what she earned from her part time job at Dillard's. She had the means to splurge for this date with daddy. 




Marcia and Daddy Are Ready To Make Love



Marcia was very happy and excited late Saturday afternoon when the clock told her it was time to prepare for the evening. She returned to her home after finishing the half time football game show. Marcia started her toilette with a leisurely bath. She used an entire small bottle of high end bath oil that Anthony had brought back from the Dorchester hotel where he stayed while working in London. She wanted to be sure her skin was baby-smooth for him. 

She washed and conditioned her long blonde hair, carefully shaved her legs, under her arms, then trimmed back her bush. On impulse, she decided to shave her lips and around her mound. Her thinking about what she wanted to happen tonight precipitated the start of the walls of her pussy getting moist. She was hot and felt the need to relieve some of the sexual tension that was building. 

The last thing she did before leaving the bath was to use a finger to play with her clit bringing herself to a quick orgasm. It worked. It did take the edge off her arousal. Yes, it helped, but she was still trembling with desire for her father when she emerged from the tub. 

She saw Anthony pull in the driveway about 5:30 and shortly after that heard the shower in his bathroom running. For just a moment, she was tempted to just climb into the shower with him letting there be no doubt as to what she had in mind for the evening. Marcia refrained from doing that mostly because she had a romantic idea of what a "perfect" date should be and felt making love to daddy would be that much nicer if they went out for part of the evening first. She knew the waiting and anticipation would make it that much more special and probably more exciting. 

Once her hair was dry Marcia brushed it until it shined like polished yellow oak. Next she carefully applied her makeup. Most of the time, she went without wearing much makeup. At school she tended to dress down, not wanting to attract attention to herself. Frankly, with her complexion, she really didn't need much anyway. But tonight she used it wisely, finishing with a pastel red lipstick. She also polished her toenails and fingernails in the same shade as her lipstick. She liked the look. Definitely dressy, classy, sexy with the soft red lipstick and polish giving her a more innocent look than had she used a what she called "bright whore red" lipstick and polish.

Marcia moved to the bedroom and began to dress. She bought a pair of new skimpy thong panties for the date. She thought about buying the exact same pair she found covered in cum in daddy's underwear drawer some months ago as a joke but decided against it, concerned Anthony would not be amused one iota. When she had those on she pulled out the new outfit she purchased with her employee discount off of the closeout rack at the Dillard's where she worked. 

It was a black two-piece made of a silky material consisting of a tight filling skirt hemmed a full three inches above her knee and a rather loose fitting top with spaghetti straps. She was glad the items were sold separately. She was a size two and if sold as a single item she would not have be able to fit in the top because of her large bust.

Her best pair of high-heels and matching earrings, necklace and bracelet completed the preparations. As she gazed at the mirror, turning round and round, she felt a chill run up her spine. It wasn't often she openly admired herself. She knew she was a looker but was not "I'm all that" about herself. Regardless, she had to admit she looked pretty damn good, and prayed the man she wanted to impress tonight would be genuinely appreciative. Her last thought as she left the bedroom was, "Oh shit. What if he doesn't like the way I look. What if he doesn't like me dressed as an adult woman? I will die if that is what I sense from him."

That proved to be an unwarranted concern. Anthony's mouth froze open in the middle of a word as he just stared at her. His eyed darted from her face to her neckline, to her breasts to her hips down her legs and back again to repeat the circuit. His eyes were ravishing her body as he got the first look of his daughter in her sexy outfit. "Christ Marcia, you look great!" he said.

Marcia decided she was not going to play the part of a daughter tonight. She certainly knew how to be assertive enough when in school or at her part time job in the mall. She decided this evening she would speak and act if she were his peer when they were in front of others. Should the opportunity to make love to him become a reality tonight as she hoped she fully intended to be his peer in his bedroom as well. 

Marcia just smiled as she passed her wide eyed father. She deliberately turned around to face him then bent over to retrieve her purse which was lying on a chair for this exact purpose. She knew daddy could see down the front of her loose fitting top, giving him an almost unobstructed view of her bra-less breasts. 

Marcia stood up and smiled sweetly at her father and asked, "Daddy, I want everything to be memorable since this like a real "date" for both of us. This evening while we are out I would like to call you Anthony when there are others around us. I want everyone to assume the young woman my handsome father is with is his girlfriend, not his daughter. Are you okay with that," pausing a second before saying "Anthony?" 

Anthony looked back at her, love and lust filling his eyes and answered, "Absolutely."

As they walked out to the car Marcia turned to Anthony and said, "You look especially handsome tonight Anthony. You always look handsome to me but tonight you are going to cause the ladies to take a double look at you." 

Anthony felt his heart fill with pride and love for this new girl/woman on his arm. He was wearing his best suit, a nice Ralph Lauren Polo dress shirt with a complementary tie sporting a perfect double Windsor knot, dimple and all. He shaved for the second time today before dressing adding after shave lotion which was something he rarely did. 

The smell of Anthony's after shave triggered all kind of pleasant memories from Marcia's past. She took in a deep breath savoring the scent of the after shave mixed with Anthony's natural smell. She smiled as she felt the very familiar tingle starting in her pussy and the accompanying tightening of her abdominal muscles.

When they reached his car Anthony opened the door for her and waited until she was settled in before closing it. When they arrived at the restaurant he waved the valet off preferring to go around the car and open the door for his date. He noticed the valet gawking at his daughter and smiled, pleased at how good that made him feel. He was out on a date with a drop dead gorgeous 18 year old woman and this more than lovely creature was hanging on his arm. 

When they were being seated at a booth the waiter turned to Anthony and said, 'Do you wish to sit across from your daughter or next to her." 

Anthony looked at the waiter and for a second it seemed he did not understand the question. He pondered how he would answer and said, "Young man, this is not my daughter; this is my fiancé. Please be sure that you or anyone else on the staff we have contact tonight does not make that mistake again. I will sit across from her, thank you." 

The waiter, somewhat taken back by this announcement and because of his embarrassment for what just transpired, said, "Please accept my sincere apology for that mistake, sir. Can I offer you something to drink?"

Marcia's eyes filled with tears of happiness when she heard her "Anthony" refer to her as his fiancé. Marcia thought, "Was he just toying with the waiter or was there something more to what he just said?" She allowed her mind to run with the thought. "Fiancé; his fiancé; am I his fiancé? Does he want that? Oh my Lord, I hope so."

Dinner was excellent, and they talked about several things, including Marcia's ambitions after graduating from high school. She hoped to get her degree in pre-med, take the MCATS and go on to medical school with a long term goal of specializing as an orthopedic surgeon. Her interest in that field was the result of her experiences working as a volunteer Sandy Striper at The Sarasota Memorial Hospital and particularly because of her friendship with an female orthopedic surgeon who had taken a liking to her.

She felt she would be excellent physician and was looking forward to going to the University of Florida in Gainesville after she graduated high school in June rather than some more prestigious out of state schools available to her by their offers of academic scholarships. 

That decision was based solely on her desire to be closer to her father, affording her the opportunity to come home on weekends when the work load was light. She enjoyed being with her "daddy" and had no desire to be absent of his company for months at a time. She hoped nothing would happen between them this evening which would cause her to change that plan.

Anthony talked about how he was at the top of what he could expect to earn in his software field because of their location, Sarasota was certainly a nice place to live, but the big money in software development was made in Silicon Valley, California or Austin, Texas. He told Marcia he should have changed jobs a few years ago in order to get the kind of money he knew he should be receiving from his current employer.

Marcia asked, "Why didn't we move there Anthony."

Her father smiled when he heard his daughter call him Anthony in public for the first time. It seemed natural and correct coming from her. He answered, "The only reason I didn't was because of you. I did not want to uproot you from your school and friends. I wanted you to have stability while in high school. There was enough disruption in your life with your mother leaving. I was not going to add to that by making a move primarily for selfish reasons; my wanting to earn an obscene amount of money was trumped by what I felt was best for you." 

For the second time this evening Marcia felt her eyes fill and her heart swell with the overwhelming love she felt for her father. She thought, "How can what I feel in my heart and in my head for this man possibly be wrong. I know what I feel for Anthony is genuine. If he feels the same for me then it has to be right, not wrong." 

They were having dessert and coffee when Marcia grew silent, obviously pondering something. Anthony asked, "Honey, is something wrong?"

She looked up at Anthony giving her father a long, loving stare. "Anthony, I want to know something. I want to ask you something very personal. Please be totally honest with your answer," she said. 

"Wow, this sounds very serious my sweet. So I am required to answer you with honesty regardless of that answer or what that answer may mean? Is that what you want?" Anthony asked not having any idea where this question would lead them to.

Marcia nodded an affirmation to his question and asked, "How long have you wanted to have me, to make love to me, if you will forgive my language Anthony, to fuck me?" 

Her father was silent and focused his eyes on his lap somewhat embarrassed by what he just heard. He was at a loss for words; his worse fears were confirmed; yes, she knew. 

Marcia thought he looked like a lost puppy dog. She felt a need to call him with the more endearing "daddy" at this moment. "Daddy, look at me," Marcia said softly, taking his hands in hers. "How long have you been sexually fantasizing about me? Please answer me." 

Anthony's eyes were moist with emotion and deep in his gut he felt some fear as well. He looked intently at his amazing daughter. He marveled at her demeanor; she was far more composed than he was. She seemed to have gained 15 years' worth of maturity in a matter of a few months. He knew this was not the time to lie to her. 

After the realization she had hacked into his "Daddy's Fantasy" file" on his desk top, he was certain Marcia knew how he lusted for her. "This is the time to discuss this," he thought. "Let's get this elephant out of the bag and deal with it no matter where it goes. I can only pray this information does not destroy my relationship with her."

"Marcia, I have wanted to be intimate with you since a short time after your mother left us," he said in an almost whisper. "That was truly unthinkable at your age and I simply repressed any conscious thoughts about being with you as best I could. That proved to be impossible for me to do as you got older. To me you are the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world combined with incredible intelligence. That combination is the ultimate mix for what I want in a woman."

"Sweetheart, you may not realize this about yourself as yet, but you could have almost any man you want. Why would I not want you? I have fallen in love with you over the last few years. By that I mean I am in love with you and would like to spend my life with you in a relationship as a man and a woman, as husband and wife. You're everything in the world to me." 

"Please forgive me if I have stepped over what a father/daughter should be discussing; I know I already stepped way over what a father should be feeling for his daughter. I just think it is best for us that you know exactly how I feel about you. I apologize if I have offended you Marcia, but I felt it best not to lie to you about how I feel. I know you saw things in my desk top never intended for your eyes. I am sorry for what you discovered about me there as well. Lying about this here would be both disingenuous and disrespectful to you."

There. It was out. He'd said what he'd wanted to say to his daughter for several years. Now she knew without any doubt what he was feeling and think about her. Marcia took his hands and brought them up to her lips and kissed them lightly. Her eyes were alive and her mouth was beaming a beautiful smile. 

She gazed at him for a few seconds then another question she'd been wanted to ask for a long time. "Can I ask you a second personal question?" she said. 

Without waiting for a response from Anthony she asked, "When was the last time you were with a woman? Has it been since the last time you went on a date three years ago?" 

Anthony just nodded his head in an affirmation to her question. Now that everything was on the table, he felt shy, almost inadequate. How could he have ever thought he could please this seductive creature, this beautiful daughter of his? He was aware of the looks Marcia got from every man they encountered that night. 

He'd noticed the smirks some of the young guys gave him, as if to say, "You can't handle her. Let a young man do the job." Even the guy who parked their car at the valet parking looked at him with a raised eyebrow as he drooled over Marcia. How could he think his young, intelligent and beautiful daughter would consider spending her life with him as his "wife"? 

But in the next instant all his doubts were gone. For the second time this evening Marcia brought his hands up to her lips and kissed them. Her kisses and caressing of his hands was considerably more intently this time. "You beautiful man, Anthony" she whispered, "My beautiful man." "I need you too daddy. I want you the same way you want me. Yes, I love you as a father. I will always love and cherish you in that manor, but I also love you because you are a very sexy and sensitive man. What I am trying to say daddy is that I am in love with you as well." 

Anthony looked at her, his eyes now tearing with joy and started to say, "Marcia, I want..." 

Marcia said, "Shush for now. Please let me finish what I have to say before I lose the courage to tell you these things. My heart is full with the love I have for you. Often I have to stop and take a deep breath because what I feel for you can be overwhelming at times. I have been fantasizing about you taking my virginity for a few years." 

Marcia realized she was calling her father daddy as often as she called him Anthony. She wondered if that was because of habit or if she actually preferred "Daddy." I want you to be my first daddy. No boy has ever touched me there."

"I want to promise you I will try very hard to be everything you ever want or need in a woman, a wife, a friend, a lover, a confidant. I will do anything you want me to do, daddy. ANYTHING! Think about what I am saying Anthony, anything. Anthony, please, will you be my man?" 

"Marcia, I'll be your man for as long as you want me to be," he said happily, his eyes watering. "I'll always be yours." 

She looked at her "man", love filling her eyes and said, "Good. Then that is settled. Anthony, please take me home and show me how you love me." She leaned in to be close to his ear and said, "I need you too daddy. I need you to take me home and make me your woman. I need to feel your beautiful cock in my mouth and my pussy. I have been dreaming of this night for a few years as well. No more talking daddy. Please take me home and fuck me!" 

Anthony was both shocked and pleasantly surprised by Marcia's words. He liked dirty talk and her using the "fuck" word for the second time this evening caused a definite reaction to his manliness. Anthony felt his cock rapidly growing. He smiled at her, pleased with the events so far and tried to imagine what was to follow when they got home.

Marcia smiled seductively at her father, her soon-to-be lover. She decided to be very brazen and mimic something she saw in a movie; she hoped would really excite Anthony. She slipped off her right shoe and placed her foot on Anthony's crotch. She moved her toes around until she found his now fully erect cock. 

Next she started to move her foot in small circles over his swollen prick. Looking directly into his eyes, her face beaming, Marcia said, "I need that right now daddy. Is that my cock daddy? Is that what you want it to be? Do you want it to be the cock that takes my cherry? I dream about you cock Anthony but do you have any idea what else I dream about? I also dream about your mouth and tongue on my pussy." 

"Ever since Jean licked me there I have wondered what it would be like to feel you doing that to me. Most nights when I masturbate it is you I fantasize being between my legs eating my pussy until I cum all over you beautiful mouth."

Anthony was stunned. He thought what was going on between them at the table was the most erotic and sexually exciting thing that ever happened to him in his 44 years. His 18 year old daughter asking him if he wanted to take her cherry, to fuck her virgin pussy, to lick her sweet cunt to a climax while she played with his cock under the table!

Anthony called the waiter over and asked for the check. He quickly paid the bill and because the waiter did an excellent job taking care of their table gave him a decent tip. They left the restaurant holding hands. Both knew what they were feeling was something very special in spite of what it was called. Neither cared if other may think what they were feeling and what they were about to do was incest, illegal or wrong. 

When they reached the parking lot after calling for their car, Anthony peered down into Marcia's face with a look that was asking for her permission. A slight nod from his daughter gave him his answer. He gently pulled Marcia to him enjoying the feel of her breasts against his chest as they kissed. It was their first long, deep, loving kiss. Marcia thought about how much nicer this kiss was than the kiss she stole from Anthony several weeks ago while sitting on his lap in the living room. This was a true kiss of passion, both of them fully involved with their lips and tongues. 

Totally unaware of their surroundings, they were still kissing when the valet pulled up with the car. Reluctantly, with both of them giggling a bit, they broke their embrace. Anthony walked Marcia to the passengers' door, opened it for her and waited until she was settled and buckled in before closing it. Anthony nodded at the valet as he handed him a tip. The 20 something year old valet stood there with a look of pure envy on his face as they drove off.