18 comments/ 249282 views/ 61 favorites Not Today! By: maninconn "NO!" Everyone froze. The whirl of activity that had ruled this nightmare came to a screeching halt. "NO MORE!" The roars had come from me. Everyone looked shocked. My voice had a volume and command I had just not been able to muster during the events of the last hour. But it was there now, and I was the center of attention, once again. Directly in front of me on the patio table, my "darling" wife Cindy was being pressed under the body of Monica's husband Jake. Just moments ago he had entered her with his enormous cock, sliding in ever so slowly, splitting her to her obvious delight. Over to the left, bent over a patio love seat, his wife Janet and their other good friend Maria stared at me incredulously. Joe, Cindy's husband who had a cock at least the equal of Jake's buried in Janet's pussy from behind, while Cindy was eagerly guiding and stimulating the action orally, licking Joe's shaft on his out thrusts and growling lusty words of encouragement on the way in. Monica and Teddy were directly to my left, where they had placed themselves right by my ear, so I could hear what I was missing. Teddy was also incredibly well-endowed. So you might wonder how I got into this predicament. Here were four couples at a dinner party, seven people immersed in an orgy revolving around 3 massive cocks, and me. I was the odd man out. No booty for me tonight, as I kneeled in the water, bound to a railing in the pool stairs, welts and bruises on my face and body. A camcorder was aimed squarely at me recording each reaction for entertainment at a later date, with a male chastity device firmly clamped to my penis. My penis. That was the flashpoint for this entire mess I was in. Let me bring you up to date. Cindy and I have been married for 6 years. We settled in her hometown, and lived in the house her Grandparents had built and called home until they passed, just before we married. We're both 32, but she was born a month earlier than me. When we were dating, she used to make fun of this, playfully calling me "little boy," telling me to behave or act my age, and remarking how she has to teach me everything. It was all in fun. We were soulmates. We would finished each others sentences and the sex was great. I always made sure to be gentle, but firm in my touch, kept myself well-manicured and groomed so that she would never have a reason to refuse me. She did the same for me, and we were very happy. We lived the American dream, down to the white picket fence. I didn't care much for her friends, Monica, Cindy and Janet. They had all known each other from high school, and by coincidence the three of them and their husbands had all recently moved back to our town. I was made to feel like the outsider. Cindy's friends were hot. I used to get excited when they would first come to our house. They were voluptuous, thin waisted, with "touch me" skin, long legs and heart shaped butts. Always a shy guy around pretty women, they would compete to see who could get me to blush or stammer first. Once they had, Cindy would send me off to my day with one of her "little boy" comments. When Monica invited us to a pool-side barbecue, I was hesitant. What I knew of their husbands was unpleasant as well. Joe and Teddy were salesmen and spent long stretches of time on the road. Jake worked for a construction company as a job-site manager. The few times I had met them they had impressed me as arrogant, and way too full of themselves for my taste. Cindy really wanted me to go, to be one of the guys so her little quartet of friends from HS would be together again, with their families. On the day of the party, she donned a black sundress that looked so hot, when she came downstairs I couldn't keep my hands off her. "Let's just go a little late!" I said as I took her into my arms. I slowly pulled the back of her slinky little sundress up to her ass, where I discovered a very sexy satin thong. "Oh my!" I said as a felt a hard on rapidly build. "Now, now, now, Sonny Boy, you know the rules. First you have to eat all your dinner, then you get dessert." "Nah!" I joked. "I'm putting my hand right in the cookie jar." With that I slid my hand into her plunging neckline. Her breast was so warm to the touch, and her nipples already hard. The back of my hand could feel a satiny material of her bra. "Matching?" I teased as I pulled her neckline away from her delicious chest. I didn't need the visual confirmation to know the bra was just as sexy as the thong, but it was fun getting it. "Later little boy" she giggled. "You be good for me at the party and I'll be baaad for you later." "I can live with that" I said as we went to the car, knowing she had sex on her mind. The party was predictable. The guys went to high school with the girls, but made some attempts to include me. Indeed, they were very full of themselves and carried themselves smugly. After dinner we sat by the pool, and the seven old friends caught up. The wine flowed and the conversation loosened up. As it did, the explanations about the inside jokes to me, the outsider, became more and more rare. A little more wine and no one noticed I was totally bored. The conversation became had taken a "can you top this" turn. I didn't notice, because I was too busy listening to the grass grow. "Do it Tim!" It was Cindy urging me on. I looked blankly at her. "Did you really miss that whole dare? I was telling them all how well you swim and dive," She explained.. "Yeah, I guess I missed it." I said sheepishly. "I guess I had a bit too much wine and zoned out. I'm sorry guys, bring me into the present and I'll take any dare you've got!" "Ooooooh" cooed Monica sarcastically, again humbling me even in my moment of bravado. "I just meant I'll go with the flow, I didn't mean to be cocky!" I blurted out. "Well then, we're about to find out just how 'cocky' you are. Cindy was bragging about your prowess in the water. She told us that you were a competitive swimmer and diver through college, so our dare to you is to show us something dazzling off the board and prove your worth." Monica thought she had me on the spot. Swimmers can lose their muscle tone when they cease racing and divers lose their sense of just where the water is as they twist and flip if they don't practice every day. But I had never totally stopped working out, so my butterfly still had the form (if not the speed) of my racing days, and a twisting flip off the board would be no big deal to achieve. "I'll take the dare, but you'll have to wait until a time when I've brought a suit." I said smugly. "Naked." Janet chimed in. I just laughed. "No thanks. I'm already the odd man out, I'm not too anxious to parade around nude while you all sit here clothed cracking jokes. " "Now I guess I know why Cindy calls you 'Little Boy'" laughed Maria. Everyone roared at my expense, and I indeed felt "small." Cindy jumped to my defense,"Oh no you don't, Tim is a marvelous lover, and he does just fine in the size department. He is a friggin gym rat and works out all the time." I needed that boost. Emboldened by Cindy's pep talk, I kicked of my sandals, stood and peeled off my shirt and unbuckled my belt as I approached the board. Catcalls and whistles erupted from the girls. My workouts had left me trim and in shape, with washboard abs, strong arms and the Y shaped frame that labels you a swimmer. As I dropped my pants the oohs and ahs continued as my legs were hardened and my ass was tight. I hopped up on the board and executed a perfect twisting one and a half in a layout position. As I ripped into the water I knew I nailed it. So I was confused as I surfaced to laughter and jeers of "little boy." "Cindy, if you think he does fine in the size department, you've got to get out more!" Maria roared. Joe, Jake and Teddy all stood and stripped. Cindy's eyes grew huge at the sight of their massive cocks. Joe got on the board, and held his arms out. He had a monster, much larger flaccid than mine erect. Joe was in good shape, though his dive stunk. Unfortunately no one was watching the dive. Teddy was terribly out of shape, but his cock was his equal in length to Joes, and thicker. He covered his lack of skill by executing a ridiculous cannonball, but again, it wasn't the trick or his flabby belly that caught attention. Jake turned towards the water and didn't bother diving. He was massive. He actually looked deformed to me, and I wondered how he could walk toting that load of meat around everywhere he went. "Keep him busy for a minute boys, I want to show Cindy what a real man looks like up close. "Real man." Why did those words sting so? I was a quiet person, but never doubted myself in any way. I earned a good living, had excellent health, got along with everyone I met...until now. Jake walked over to Cindy and she just stared at his hardening dick, watching it grow. The other 3 wives giggled as he drew within inches of her face. Her jaw dropped open, and visions of her going "cock-wild" and fucking all three of them blazed through my mind. I raced for the pool steps. Joe and Teddy caught me there and held me. Monica raced into the house and came back with a small bag. As Joe and Teddy wrestled me to the railing on the steps, Monica pulled several rubber restraints from her bag and secured my hands behind my back and then to the railing. In the meantime Janet set up a video camera. "Let's capture this all so we can watch it later. Again and again," she said deviously. My feet were pinned behind me and trussed up in a way that had me kneeling in the water but looking straight ahead where my wife was hypnotized by the biggest cock either of us had ever seen. She looked up at me and suddenly scurried over. "Tim, I have to do this. This has always been my fantasy, to be filled with a huge cock. I thought they were phony when you'd see them in the movies but look! I love you and can't live without you, but I have to do this. Our worlds are both going to change, but I promise you'll be Ok. I'm going to fuck some big cocks tonight, baby." I could barely recognize her. There was a wildness in her eyes that reminded me of, well, Monique! She looked as if any moment she would sprout fangs and pounce on the enormous male organs surrounding her. "You can't love me and treat me like this!" I cried to her. "You are cheating! It's cruel and humiliating! I can't believe you've let them tie me like this and are going to be unfaithful right in my face, then sit around later and watch the tape like it's a prime time comedy." Cindy pouted "I need this Tim. Love me enough to let me have it" Monique had worked her way around to whisper in my other ear as the women removed their clothing "I know your type Tiny Tim. You are Cindy's "little boy" with an ineffective little cock. I can't believe Cindy thought you were satisfying before tonight. But you know, if you accept your role, and serve us as your masters, you may become useful and find some contentment." She reached around my waist, and before I knew it clamped a tube around my cock and balls. I felt her cinch a strap behind me and pull it tight under my balls as she secured it.. "No cumming for you little boy. You don't get to feel anything with that useless thing. Just relax and accept your new role as our servant." Cindy giggled, and retreated to the chair in front of Jake, "C'mon Timmy, we're just going to have some fun. Can't you just play along?" She reached out and massaged Jake's big cock and began to lick it gently. Jake's groan was a signal to the other party goers. Janet and Maria began to work in tandem on Teddy. Joe had crept up behind Monique. "Cuck, cuck, cuck..." I heard him approach, mocking me with a chicken's call and that filthy word. Joe wrapped his arms around the Monique pressing her naked chest against my back and poked my sides in rhythm with his chant "cuck, cuck, cuck..." Enjoy feeling my naked breasts against you now Tiny Tim. "Monique whispered in my ear "It may be all the action we let you have." "Cindy...." My voice was barely a squeak. Monique looked back at me and kicked the side of my jaw, spinning my head around. "That's Mistress Cindy to you, Tiny Tim. You will address us all as either Mistress, or Master, especially our newest toy, your wife." Teddy slapped my head on the other side as he ascended the stairs, took Monique and began to fuck her before she even had the chance to spread her legs on the pool deck. "We'll make this a complete sensory experience for you Timmy. Teddy and I will fuck and suck her by your right ear so you can hear every smack of lips, every slurp on the cock, and every moan as a real man fucks your mistress so close that you can feel her heat and smell her wet sex." The couples had all shifted to positions where the men could absolutely plow their partner's pussies. It would have made a great fuck film, except the star center stage was my beloved Cindy. "Wait a minute," I thought, Fuck film....there's something I can use." The red recording light on the camera caught my eye. Fuck film indeed! My manhood came rushing back to me. They had taken my wife but they had given me all I would need. There would be no cuckhold here tonight. Jake had been slowly working himself into my wife, and by now he was beginning to pound her pussy. She was in a sexual trance, moaning and begging him for more. "Yeah baby, I got what you need. Your pussy is so tight, your like a virgin. Hey Tiny Tim, you were never in here were you? C'mon lift your eyes and watch your wife love a real man! C'mon bitch! Take it all." "Cindy, Please stop!" I whimpered. Slap. "No one told you to speak, and you had better never order her again" scolded Monique. "Cindy," my voice bolder, "think what you're doing." Joes fist smashed the side of my head, "Shut the fuck up asshole, if you're good we'll let you lick our cum out of these juicy cunts. "Cindy..." more laughter. But that was it for me. I had hit the bottom and was on my way up. "NO!" That's when they froze. "NO MORE!" "Cindy, one way or another this is over. CHOOSE!" "Timmy.....just wait." She said. "Let Jake fill me with what I want, and I'll come over there and let you clean it out of me with that talented tongue of yours. You can make me all clean and fresh," Then she broke into laughter and said "and I can start over with Teddy there." I found a solid footing beneath me, wedged my back up against the railing, and exploded up against it. The entire pipe ripped from its anchors and I flung it my head. The move broke the restraints on my feet and put enough slack in my hands that I slipped out easily. "Sit back down little boy!" Monique bellowed. She stood and wound up to slap me again. She found her mark but I had my feet, my balance and was prepared for them this time. She however was unprepared for my backhand. I caught her solidly and she flew into the pool. "You hit my wife you little wimp!" Jake pulled his mass of meat out of Cindy, and charged me. He looked ridiculous again, with that long erection preceeding him. It made him move so awkwardly, when he got close he was totally exposed and I hit him square in the face with a hard left and he went down like a little girl. Blood rushed from his obviously broken nose. The "real man" broke into tears and writhed bleeding on the deck. Teddy, the second "real man" intended to sneak up on me but he was a bit less than graceful and since he was right beside me was easy prey. I pivoted just as Teddy got to his feet and his roundhouse right dropped dead mid-air when my knee crashed into his groin. He doubled over and I dropped him with an elbow to the back of the head. By then, Joe had extricated himself from his threesome and also charged, but found his place in the row of broken, bloodied "real men." Again, an erect monster cock did nothing to help compensate for neglected fitness, and actually was difficult to maneuver with, especially erect. "You asshole!" Maria yelped at me. "You realize you are wearing your punishment. None of your masters will release your penis from its prison now until you've made amends for what you've done. Get over here and lick my ass, and maybe I'll let you take it off to pee." I walked over to her and grabbed her earlobe. I took the back off her earring and used the post to pick the cheap-assed lock on the cheesy gadget. "Hope you didn't spend much on this" I said. "It doesn't work." I got dressed as Maria and Janet tended to the "real men" wimpering on the blood stained pool deck. I didn't say a word as I went to the camera and collected the memory chip holding my "Fuck Flic." I paused as I passed Cindy on my way out, "Don't come home." I muttered and walked out, never looking at her. The next afternoon Cindy's parents and I were on my front porch. We had talked a great deal since he arrived early that morning, and I was feeling better about my role in the evening's debacle. I had become very close to Cindy's dad, closer than I felt towards my own father, an Cindy's mom was just the definition of a saint. They were truly disturbed about the events of the night before, and had come over to pack her personal things. Cindy's things were neatly boxed and already packed into her car. I had laid the photo Albums we had amassed during our marriage, and left the wedding album on the top of the stack, with our now torn in half marriage license on top of that. I had just fired up the grill to cook dinner for my guests when the moment of truth rolled around. Jake's large SUV rolled up and seven weary, battered people slowly emerged. Teddy wasn't walking very well. Jake and Joe looked like they had been through a war with everything that was bandaged. Monica's face was swollen and she sported a shiner. She looked neither pretty, nor like a dominant mistress now. As a matter of fact, the only one in reasonably good shape was yours truly, Tiny Tim, the alpha dog. "Tim, we have to talk" started Cindy. "That's 'Little Boy' to you Cindy" I responded. "I guess I deserved that," She contined. "But you really over reacted. Do you see what you've done to these friends of mine?" "Friends?" her mom asked incredulously. "They treat your husband like an outsider, ridicule him, gang up on him, restrain him naked, while they turn his wife...my daughter into a crazed whore. You side with them, telling him to sit back and enjoy it, you'll let him lick you clean. I see no friends here. I can't believe I saw my daughter in that! I'm so ashamed." "Mom," Cindy tried to defend herself "are you going to take his word over mine?" "Cindy," her mom responded "I've watched the video!" "Now wait a minute, we can work this out. We have to work this out!" said Monique. "I misread Tim and thought he was submissive. No one really did him any harm. Tim loves Cindy and Cindy loves Tim. No one harmed him enough for him to turn Cindy out on the street, and we have certainly paid for what we did." "Actually, you are quite wrong." Cindy's father was a well respected lawyer. He had a reputation for the wisdom of Solomon and he was the fairest man I'd ever met. "When you physically restrained him against his will you committed assault. When you refused to let him go as he struggled, it became illegal restraint. Filming him without his consent in an exposed maner was a sexual assault." "When you clamped that contraption on his privates in spite of his very vocal objections and subsequent requests and demands to remove it, you committed a second sexual assault. Every time one of you struck him was assault and battery. Pressing your bare chest against him while he was restrained is another sexual assault charge, and threatening to leave that device locked on him indefinitely is another. The criminal warrants have been already been filed with Judge Thompson, who watched the evidence in chambers this morning. As far as civil action, you all may be paying Tim a great deal of restitution." Not Today! Ch. 02 Ed note: The first part of this tale, Not today, contains two errors, one of which readers pointed out both mercilessly when the story first appeared. I used the name "Cindy" twice in the exposition, both as the name of "Tim's" wife and mistakenly in place of "Maria," the correct name for Joe's wife. I apologize for missing this in my proofreadings, and your points to use an editor are well-taken, though I'm probably to stubborn and proprietary a son-of-a-gun to do so. The second error was in not including the footnote "to be continued..." at the end. Tim's actions at the end of the story were intended as a teaser for part two, so actually I am pleased that you objected to Tim's dinner plans. I hope you will read on! Tim had spent an entire year running the events of his night of torment over in his mind. He had questions that needed to be answered, loose ends that begged to be tied. He had removed himself from their clutches on his own terms, his own power. Still, part of him felt empty. It wasn't the absence of sex getting to him. Cindy had always satisfied him, but since their split, he had discovered other women were at least her equal. There were many flavors to sample, and he found several to be enjoyable. Still he had remained single. It wasn't that he was lonely. He ran a successful business, and had poured himself into building it into something he could not only be proud of, but something that had brought him considerable financial security. Building that business resulted in an active social life, with parties, golf outings, and business trips all over the country. There were also his friends at the health club where he continued to swim, and he had become an avid racquetball player. He had installed a lap pool in his backyard, but still he loved the gym. There was also Cindy's family, who still treated him like a son, though they avoided contact with Cindy. Cindy's little sister Cathy had just finished law school, and had moved back home to join her father's offices. She frequently joined her parents at Tim's when he had his weekly Sunday dinner, enjoying both the nostalgic ambience of a Sunday afternoon in her grandmother's old house, and enjoying Tim's company. Tim had moved on with his life, but there were those nagging loose ends begging to be tied. His first act as Monica and Jake's landlord was to answer a request from them to repair their pool. It was an old pool, installed many years ago by a former owner, and the walls were crumbling in many places. Having to be at Monica's beck and call left Tim feeling he'd lost the upper hand he'd so cleverly achieved. Word got around to Joe and Maria, as suddenly their front walk needed repair. Janet and Teddy also discovered small problems and made a point of calling him often. He was able to solve this problem by retaining a handy man to make all the repair calls. The guy was a maintenance guru, and Tim gave him a bonus to make sure he always had the stinkiest cheese or fish available for lunch when on call to one of these houses. Tim snickered when he imagined the look on his "tenants'" faces when the pungent smells lingered for days. Still he decided he needed to cut those ties. He planned to sell the houses back, and carry the mortgages until he could sell them to a third party. Monica was a puzzle to Tim. She was the only one of the bunch that he couldn't fugure out. It was clear Maria and Janet were just happy sex toys. Although very catty when they had visited Cindy at his house prior to the incident, they were never smart enough to instigate and only followed Monica's lead. Monica was devious, and calculating. She obviously thought there was something in Tim's character that was an invitation to be controlled and humiliated. What was it Monica had read in Tim that caused her to move so aggressively and quickly into the role of domme? Was there a plan working in the background, and if so, for how long? Who shared the conspiracy? Were the husbands in on it beforehand? Or did they just go after the chance for a sexual feast featuring m ex-wife Cindy as the fresh meat? Then there was Cindy. This was the agonizing point Tim struggled with. And he had struggled mightily for an entire year. He thought they had shared everything, but now knew she hid much. At least she hid from him her desire to enjoy sex with a larger penis than his. Had she hidden other occasions when she might have stepped out for other men? Or women? Tim put the sizeable research resources of his company to work. He had several college interns that he couldn't keep busy enough, so he put them on the job of finding out everything they could about his tenants. "Only look for public information, or sources in our own databases." Tim instructed. "I don't want you to be snooping anyplace that you don't legally belong." Tim's first dinner "date" with Cindy arrived. She came over early on a Wednesday evening. She felt so out of place ringing the bell. As a child she had always just run right in, usually to find the comfort of her Grandmother's hug and a freshly baked cookie. As a wife, she had always just sauntered in to find the comfort of her husband hug and a kiss sweeter than any cookie. Tim answered the door. "Hi Cindy." He stepped aside to let her in. "Hi Tim." She couldn't read his expressions or his voice. He didn't seem angry or cold, but he really didn't appear delighted to see her either. The past year had been miserable for her. Someone had talked about the event and rumors had spread around town. Not being able to face the many mutual friends she and Tim shared where she worked, she had left her job. She was unable to find anything comparable, and had gone to work checking out groceries just to try to save enough money to get her own apartment. Her family was civil if they met by chance, but never called, and didn't answer her calls. Monica and Jake had tolerated her living in their house, and had been civil. But Cindy was a daily reminder of their failure. Monica had never had a slave turn on her in a way that caused such damage, and the experience had left her quite perplexed and a bit depressed. Neither of the other two couples present that night ever spoke to Cindy. Though they did get together with Monica and Jake regularly, it was always at one of the other houses, and Cindy was left alone that evening. It wasn't as if no one paid attention to her though. She couldn't go into town without noticing the stares and hearing whispering behind her back. Men seemed to come out of the woodwork, constantly hitting on her when she was around. Some propositioned her as if she were a common street whore. At first she turned down the advances with vigor and wit, but as the weeks dragged on she became numb to them. She would continue about her business as if the men didn't exist. She withdrew into the relative solace of a house where she wasn't wanted. When Tim offered her the condo, it was like the heavens opened and rays of sun came shining down just for her. Movers had delivered furniture and boxes which he had sent from her Grandmother's house. As she unpacked each treasure and found a new place for it in her home, she felt her life returning to her. Her home. The phrase resonated in her mind. She had spent a year as an unwelcome guest, and now she was home. She attacked the boxes with a determined glee. As she emptied the last of them and looked around at her own new space she realized it was still empty. Now she knew what her apartment missed. He was leading her to the dinner table. He had decorated the house beautifully. Although there was a masculine touch Grandma would never have considered, it was so tasteful Cindy was sure Grandma would approve. "Can I get you a drink?" Tim asked? "I'll have a white wine." Cindy responded. "Cindy, I want to talk to you with our minds clear," He said, "Can I bring you a soft drink?" She paused to consider what his hidden agenda might be. She noticed that although there were candles in the room, they were not lit, that the lights were not dimmed, and that the music Tim had selected was not the soft jazz or R&B he used to love when setting a romantic mood. "Uh, ok, sure that'll be fine." She stammered. He retreated to the kitchen, giving her time to look around. He had done so many of the home improvement projects they had discussed over the years, including a lap pool in the back yard surrounded by a beautifully landscaped patio. "As much as I this," she thought she was whispering to herself "he gained." "What do you mean?" Tim asked. He had returned with her soft drink. "Oh Tim, I was just thinking out loud! I didn't realize you were even there." "It's ok," He said. "But you should know that I lost an awful lot. I had the American dream, a nice home, a devoted beautiful wife, a good business, two cars in the garage. Now it is empty." "That's just the word!" she said. "It is exactly the way I've felt this year." He looked at her sadly, "It isn't all that comforting to know you feel the same way, Cindy. For me the past year has bee a struggle to understand how that disaster happened. I need you to help me, Cindy. Help me understand. What went on before the party that led us into this mess" He led her to a seat at the table, and took the chair beside her. He began to dish out dinner while she spoke. "Monica was always a control freak," she began with a sigh. "When we were in high school she had this little geeky loser named Henry Wilson who had the biggest crush on her. He would do anything for her, and she got him to do much of her dirty work, even though she humiliated him every time she saw him." "It was Henry who spied for her in the locker room and found out Jake, Joe and Teddy were the best hung guys in the school. When he told this to Monica in a crowded lunchroom, she pulled his head so his face was directly between her breasts and shouted 'Mommies boy has been sooooooo good today.' Henry got all redfaced, and pretty quickly a wet spot emerged on his pants where he had cum from the excitement. The entire class heard and saw this and erupted with laughter and jeers." "Henry ran running from the cafeteria with tears streaming down his face. For the next week he was so badly teased and bullied, his parents pulled him out and sent him to a ritzy boarding school." "Monica decided then and there she would have Jake, for keeps. She also declared that Maria and Janet would have Teddy and Joe, so all the big dicks would be kept in our circle of friends. She told me I'd have to wait until another stud moved to town. Maria and Janet never found thinking to be their long suit, so they happily went along with Monica sucking and fucking their way to marrying their studs." "I guess I wasn't that shook because I did have a brain, and wasn't keen on either accepting Monica's manipulations, especially when it came to picking a sweetheart, or a husband. I always felt bad for her victims, especially Henry" "Did you ever feel bad enough to help them?" Tim asked Cindy hung her head, "No. I couldn't. No one could ever stop Monica, until you. It was amazing what you did, Tim. You broke free from the pool, thrashed three huge men, gave Monica the only rejection she's ever known, actually backhanded her, and had the law on your side the next day. We didn't know what hit us." "There was nothing amazing about it Cindy. The pool walls were crumbling on their own and the three guys were only big between their legs. They were all out of shape and drunk, and since they came at me one at a time. Together they might have had a chance. They were too busy fucking and drinking to think clearly. As for the law, I had done nothing wrong, why shouldn't it be behind me." "Just like in high school, Monica picked on someone she perceived as weak. I could have cared less about my penis being smaller than those guys. I wasn't ashamed, so how could I feel humiliated?" "But you seemed humiliated," she countered. "I was watching my wife dissolve our marriage before my very eyes. How many other feelings along with humiliation do you imagine I felt. How about desolation, despair, rejection, broken hearted." He looked at her with pity. "I wonder, did you ever worry about Henry after he went to boarding school?" "No," she answered. Tim's interns had turned up a good deal about Monica and had talked to many people about wha happened with Henry. Monica had a history of overstepping her welcome with men, but she was somehow a good luck charm for those who stood up to her. It seems those that she had humiliated did lie broken in her wake, but those few who had resisted and even fought her domination instead rose to become quite successful. This was the case with Henry too. "Henry Wilson joined the wrestling team at his boarding school. He became so strong he won their league championship in his weight class. He wrestled through college and was named All-American in his senior year. He was a brilliant businessman too, and now owns a financing company. Yesterday, I sold him three mortgages. Guess whose houses Henry holds title to as collateral?" "You should have seen his face when we closed the deal. Remember their mortgage contracts contained a clause that I could call the note at anytime, and they'd have to pay it? Henry is determined that Monica and her friends will pay for her high school antics, and he is very much in the driver's seat." She remained quiet, taking it all in. "Cindy," he looked her square in the eyes, "I need to know some things." She looked up, responding to his increasingly serious tone. "When did you stop loving me?" "Never," she whimpered on the verge of tears. "Then why?" His blue eyes pierced her as he waited for an answer. It didn't come quickly, in spite of the nervous agony his gaze was causing. She wished with all her being for that moment to pass, but he held her in his gaze. She realized there was no way out, and she'd have to talk. "Monica had her eye on you since they moved back. Jake was as dumb as they come, and though he filled her up when they had sex, he couldn't hold his end of a conversation, and certainly offered her no challenge as a domme. She was bored, and had played with Joe and Teddy enough that she was tired of them too. She had been manipulating Maria and Janet since we were in grade school, so she needed new blood." "We were that new blood, Tim. All my life I had resisted her. Before the party, she had steered our little chats to sex, and eventually penis size. I thought the girls were exaggerating when they described Jake, Joe and Teddy. I had always been happy with our love life, so I let it all go in one ear and out the next. I really didn't care." "So I thought! Visions of huge cocks began to creep into first my dreams, then my daydreams. Eventually it became more than a fantasy, I became obsessed. When the party developed as it did, I couldn't stop looking at Jake's big dick. I couldn't stop wanting him, and got so wet. When I looked for you, you were already bound and looking down. I thought Monica had defeated you, and someplace between my fantasy and all the wine I believed your submission signaled consent." "Tim it was such a blur, and happened so fast. When Jake penetrated me, it was so painful yet felt amazing, and it was all I could think of. I didn't plan on it to happen, and I wish it hadn't. I can't believe I said the things I told you, about loving you but having to go through with my desires. I watched a copy of the video which my father submitted when he filed the divorce papers. It makes me sick to think about what I destroyed." "Everything about our relationship could be a lie for all know," he said. "I find myself wondering how often you saw other men while we were married, while we were dating. I find myself wondering how much of my torment was planned before the party, and how much you may have had a hand in it. After all, did you hear how quickly they picked up your pet name for me, 'little boy' and twisted it into such a sick reference to my penis size? Did you notice how smoothly everyone fell into their roles? They even planned to jump me while Monica conveniently had those restraints right at hand," "I know I betrayed your trust Tim," she answered. "But I really never did anything with anyone else before that night. You were my one and only, and I had nothing to do with advance planning. I suppose all the wine I drank played a role in what I did, in the heat of the moment. But I couldn't have continued with any plan to hurt you even if I had been in on it. I suppose Monica could have contrived something with the others, but I couldn't have carried it off." "I don't know what to say," Tim replied. "The worst thing when I saw the tape was how they abused 'little boy.' I loved calling you that, and never meant it as anything but a playful way of reminding you I was older. They twisted it into something so ugly I shuddered to hear it on the video. Losing that tease was just such a bitter parallel to losing you." Tim looked down at his plate. Strangely Cindy desired his eyes, craved the gaze that had withered her a minute ago. "You were my best friend," he said quietly. You could hear a clock ticking in the kitchen it was so still as he paused. "I wanted to raise a family with you," he continued. "I trusted you. I adored you." "I know," she sobbed through tears which were now flowing freely. "I am so sorry. I miss what I've given up. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" "I loved you too much to hold a grudge forever Cindy," Tim answered gently. "I will forgive you." "Is there hope for us to be a family again? Do you have a second chance for me in your heart?" she continued hopefully. "There is no one in the world just like you Cindy. Still as much as I would like to bring you back home to me, there was a betrayal of love and trust I just can't get past." "I learned over the last year that light comes from darkness and strength grows from weakness. Tables have a way of turning. I do want you back in your family where you belong." She looked at him, stunned. "I talked it over with your parents and your sister, and they agree. We want you to start by joining us for Sunday dinners here in your Grandma's house," he continued. "You've suffered for your choice, and no doubt you will suffer for a long time. You'll have to live with your own demons. We just don't want to be those demons." She was speechless. Suddenly a wave of warmth washed over her. There was a hope alive in her heart. "Tim," she began excitedly, "you won't be sorry. I will do anything for us to be ok again, and maybe someday I can earn your trust. Who knows, maybe we can even resume those efforts to make our own family." He looked at her sparkling eyes. "Cindy, I don't think that can happen," he said. "There was actually another thing I needed to talk to you about." "What now?" she wondered. "I told you I could never meet someone just like you," he began. "I have however met someone. She has your eyes, which was the first thing I noticed, and maybe the first thing I fell for. She talks like you, walks like you, has similar tastes. She is so much lke you, I fell in love quite fast." "Now I don't know what to say," she began to sob again. "I guess I expected too much, Tim. I thought there was a chance for us still. I am happy for you , happy you found love." She inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly as she collected herself. She was determined to be strong in this. It was all the result of her own actions after all, and Tim was being kind by all he had done, setting her up in a home with such familiar cozy furnishings. He had intervened with her parents and sister, and she would now finally be able to be at home with a family. As much as she resented the new woman in Tim's life, she loved him dearly for setting her back on the path to respectability. Not Today! Ch. 02 "Thank you for watching out for me." She said. "You're welcome,: he said. I want you to know I intend to continue to watch out for you, and for this house, which means so much to your family. After all you are my ex-wife and were the love of my life for years. I can't have you sponging off those losers and wallowing in self pity. Besides, we will share a new relationship in three months." "Oh really?" she asked, "What's that?" "Cathy!" he called up the stairs Come on down!" Cindy, was shocked to hear footsteps upstairs. She was more shocked to see the woman come down the stairs, walk to Tim's side and smile at Cindy. Cindy knew this smile, it was her own. The hair, the walk, the voice, even the eyes, were just like Cindy's. Cathy was Cindy's spitting image, a younger version of the same woman. "Sister-In-Law." Tim said as Cindy spotted the rock on her sister's finger. "You'll be my sister." Not Today! "Shit," said Teddy "we'll just go press our own charges. He broke my dick, and I may not be able to satisfy my woman for months." "The problem is" Cindy's dad answered, the tape clearly shows each of his actions to be in self defense. You have no grounds." "But Dad, what about kicking me out of the house?" Cindy asked frantically. "We signed that contract when we got married that if we split up we'd keep what we brought to the marriage, and this was my Grandma's house." "Cindy I wish you'd listen to details. You did sign a pre-nup. I was concerned that you were rushing into things, and since we were giving you Grandma's house as a wedding present, I was concerned that an early divorce might cause it to pass to someone else's ownership." "I didn't know Tim very well when I presented him the contract and explained to him my concerns. He wanted to allay my fears, fears that he might cheat on you and break your heart while taking half of Grandma's house. He asked me to re-write the document to reflect his guarantee of how committed to you he felt. If he were ever found cheating, even on the flimsiest evidence he would pack only his personal things and clothing, and leave the next day to never return. He asked me to include a divorce agreement reflecting this, and he would pre-sign it and leave it in my care. He did this because he loved you so much, he wanted me to know it was for the right reasons." "That was when I started looking at Tim as a son. It was only fair that I had you sign the same agreement. Under that agreement, you not only have to move out, but you and Tim are already in essence divorced. The papers were filed along with the criminal charges this morning." A cloud seemed to gather over them. Sun seemed to shine everywhere else, but all around them it was cold and dark. Cindy's dad continued "As for the rest of you, we're offering a deal. No one lifted a finger to assist Tim, so you all share all the charges as accessories, even if you didn't actively commit the offense. If Tim presses charges you will all go to jail amidst a media circus that will no doubt make you look like depraved animals, and may even get national attention." "You will be charged as sexual offenders and will have to register as suchonce you are paroled. If you have children of your own some day, you will not be able to enter the school facilities without an officer of the court. Your criminal records that may affect your employment. Then I will have a field day with that tape in front of a jury in a civil action that will insure Tim takes everything you own and collects restitution for years." "Instead, you have the option of selling Tim your houses right here, right now for $1 each. You may keep the contents. Tim will make no further claims of restitution. It all stays out of the papers. One of you will make room in your home for Cindy for as long as she needs to start a new life, but if it appears you are using that situation for sex, you'll be evicted. Tim will drop criminal charges on the condition your records will reflect this incident, but no convction will appear. This way, if you play a similar game in the future, the courts will know you've already had your second chance." "You have us by the balls," Jake said. "Big target!" I responded. Cindy moved in with Monique and Jake. Everything in my life had turned around that day when I hit bottom but refused to stay there. My business thrived, and I was opening new offices in neighboring towns. Some big contracts had enabled me to put a handsome nest egg aside. I paid off the mortgages on my "rental" properties and had a handsome sports car in the garage in Cindy's old spot and a nice luxury sedan on the other. I still swam and worked out frequently, putting in a lap pool behind the house. I golfed every Thursday with Cindy's dad. Cindy's parents came over every Sunday for dinner, just like when her Grandma had been alive. Nobody mentioned her, though, or that night. A year after the incident, I contacted my "tenants" and asked them to meet me at my home. I sat them at the dining room table and gave each couple a folder. "Open this, read, then and sign where indicated," I told them. "I'm selling your houses back today. I am no longer your landlord, I am your banker. Your mortgages are for exactly the amount I paid off. Pay your own tax bills, I'm not managing any your escrow. Your accounts give me power to call the note at will should I get wind of you pulling anything like you did to me ever again. I will exercise that power in a heartbeat." As they feverishly read and signed each document I slid a file to Cindy. "I bought a condo down the street. It's just across Main Street from the park, close to town and all your friends. I want to give it to you to help you get a fresh start. I moved in your Grandma's stuff so you will truly feel you have a home, and you'll know her things will stay in your family." "What's the catch?" she asked. "Once a week, you have to have dinner with me." She looked up quickly. For the first time since her eyes glazed over that night by the pool, I saw my Cindy's "look" return. " Really? "Really." "I'd love to Little B...." She caught herself and her face flushed to a deep red. "I'd love that Tim."