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Priceless

By: MidnightWriter



The look on her husband's face was priceless, that submissive mixture of shock, surprise and arousal, when he walked back into his living room and saw what we were doing -- right there in his favorite recliner.

Tara was in my lap facing me, slowly, seductively wiggling her firm ass over the huge bulge in my tight faded jeans, her arms around my neck, sucking worshipfully on my thick, meaty tongue. His presence, of course, only increased my passion, causing me to tonguefuck her mouth deeper, letting him see his wife's surrender, Tara whimpering lustfully as she suckled at my mouth and tongue, her hips wiggling a bit faster. She had already opened her blouse and toyed with her tits for me while Brad was getting our drinks, so I slid the flimsy garment off her shoulders while our long, lewd fuckkiss continued, our tongues twisting, turning, tangling nastily together, her groan growing louder as she too realized her husband had returned, turning the kiss sloppy for his benefit, our tongues lapping lewdly at each other outside our mouths so he could clearly see trickles of saliva dripping down onto the smooth, firm globes of her bare tits.

I slid forward a bit in the big recliner, the leather squeaking under us, giving Tara room to wrap her toned, tanned legs tightly around my waist. Feeling her tighten her athletic young legs around me I took a long, lewd lick into her mouth, making her groan again, getting as sloppy as her this time, leaving her chin shiny with my saliva, hands sliding up to cup those firm 34c tits tenderly, thumbs rubbing and rolling her taut nipples. "Tell him baby," I mumrured, sucking her lower lip wetly, kissing my way across her pretty young face to her neck, massaging and molding her tender titflesh as my mouth found her most sensitive spot, suckkissing it wetly, whispering encouragement. "Tell your husband what you want."

"I-I want him to fuck me," Tara moaned obediently, her wedding ring glittering wickedly on one hand as she caressed my lean, bare chest and tight muscled stomach, turning slightly in my lap to face her wide eyed husband, giving me a chance to jerk the little mini skirt up to her waist, letting him see how she was massaging the bulge of my bullcock with the firm, soft warmness of her asscheeks, left bare by her tiny thong, the front of which was soaked as I reached down with one hand to cup and caress the moist patch of silk, her heat radiating clearly through the skimpy material. With my free hand I lifted a firm tit slightly, whispering "Tell him everything baby" as I slurped the hard nipple greedily into my mouth, suckkissing it wetly, deeply, tongue washing nastily over it before letting it drop heavily from my mouth.

"Ohgoddddd," Tara gasped, grinding harder down onto my huge, hard bulge while pressing her soaked snatch tighter to my hand, my fingers almost instinctively teasing the wet silk into her soaked slit, sliding up to stroke her clit with the sensuously soft, wet fabric, Tara shivering and gasping as she blurted out the words we'd practiced as best she could. "Oh fuck Brad I want him, want him to fuck me in our marriage bed, its so big, it feels so strong, oh honey I need it, want it so much more than I want you, so much bigger."

That was close enough to what we'd practiced for me. I cupped her smooth, firm asscheeks in both hands and stood, Tara's arms going back around my neck, her legs tight around my waist. "Lets go to bed baby," I said before we fell into a fiery hot fuckkiss that continued as I walked her into the bedroom she shared with her husband, who was following behind us quietly, his eyes still wide with shock and lust.

The hot, wet fuckkiss didn't end until I gently sat Tara down by the edge of the bed she normally shared with her husband, who was standing in the doorway, still watching us with that same excited glow on his features, staring intently at us as he fondled himself through his dress pants while holding his wife's discarded blouse in his free hand. She remained on tiptoes as I sat her down, nuzzling and suckkissing at my hard, hairless chest. "God I'm so wet, so hot, so hot for you," she sighed as she kissed across my chest, her hands sliding from around my neck and immediately going to grope and grasp at the big bulging bullcock straining my worn jeans. I continually cupped and caressed her perfectly sculpted asscheeks in both hands as she smeared her hot, wet kisses over my bare flesh, finally sliding my hands around to her waist, toying with her thong, using it to tug her tight, 24-year-old body closer to me.

Tara got the hint and sensously stroked her tits into my chest, slipping her hands up to my face, caressing it softly as she stared adoringly up at me, rising up on tiptoes to once more suckle worshipfully at my mouth and tongue, groaning deeply as her tight, tanned tummy rubbed into my bulge. I let the waist band of her thong snap back into place, making her groan over my hotly probing tongue once more, then grasped both those firm, silky smooth asscheeks, kneading and squeezing slowly as she sucked deeply on my tongue, nasty noises of our wet, adulterous fuckkiss filling her bedroom. Tara released the suck-hold her hungry married mouth had on my tongue and started skimming her mouth across my chest again, this time sliding lower and lower, until she was kissing at my muscled abs as I flexed them for her, gently taking a fistful of her thick, shiny dark hair in one hand as she sank to her knees, careful to never let her lovely mouth lose contact with my flesh until she was working open my belt buckle with both hands. I reached down and brushed my index finger across the glittering setting in her wedding band as her trembling hands worked open my belt, causing her to look up into my face with a nasty smile. "It doesnt mean so much now, does it?" I asked, running my finger over the once sacred ring again.

"No," she moaned immediately. "God no, not as much as this." Still looking up into my face, her brown eyes glazed with lust, she licked her lips lewdly then sent my heavily muscled tummy into an involuntary roll when she suddenly leaned forward and flicked her soaking, silky soft tongue into my belly button while peeling my jeans down past my hips.

I don't know whose gasp was loudest as it spang out of my jeans -- Tara's or Brad's, but I do know my fat, heavily veined 10-inch fuckmuscle had never looked bigger or harder, jutting out from my lean body obscenely, the bare bloated head shining with my cockleak. Tara rocked back on her heels to keep the huge hard fuckstick from slapping her in the chin. "Oh god, oh damn, oh baby it's huge," she moaned softly, her hands grasping it at the base as she leaned forward slightly once again, her eyes once more looking up into mine as her lips slowly slid over the hard, sticky helmet, her tongue fluttering against the underside of my dickhead as she sucked it deeply, passionately. She was so beautifully slutty, this young, pretty and beautifully built bride of less than two years on her knees for me, the engorged, exposed head of my bull-size prick in her hungry married mouth, her hands stroking my thighs as her gorgeous face bobbed back and forth. I looked over at Brad, whose expression was now one of nothing but pure unbridled lust, his wide eyes focused on his wife as she pushed deeper, faster, moaning over my fuckpole as she sucked more and more of the heavily muscled pussypleaser into her mouth. "You need to be on your knees too wimp," I snapped at him, his eyes widening even more as they jerked away from his submissively sucking wife to stare into my own.

Brad did as he was told, dropping to his knees, his wide eyes glancing back and forth from my face to the sight of his 24-year-old wife on her knees, both hands stroking my massive bullprick as she sucked and tongued the fat, bare head wetly, drooling around it heavily, causing trickles of her spit to ooze down the long, thick, thickly veined shaft. "Thats it Tara, suck on that big cock baby, show your sissy ass husband how much you want it," I moaned softly. I looked over at Brad, also on his knees, rubbing the little lump in his trousers with both hands. "Crawl over here and get a good look candyass," I told him. "Worthless wimp husband like you needs to get a good look at his wife enjoying a real man's cock." Brad started crawling awkwardly toward us, but it was Tara's response that rapidly riveted my attention. She whimpered wickedly, one hand flying between her legs to stroke her soaked pussy through her equally wet thong as her lips slid faster and deeper onto my throbbing, totally engorged dick, gasping and coughing a bit as the broad, bloated head nudged the opening of her throat, the muscles in her neck tensing as she strained forward, finally fucking her face fully on my huge hard dick.

Tara gagged and sputtered a bit on the first couple of strokes but then started deep throating me easily, gliding back and forth effortlessly on my long, thick cock. Brad waddled awkwardly over to her side, his eyes fixed on the sight of my big dick disappearing down his wife's throat. As her husband joined us near the bed Tara started whimpering sexily, slowing the movements of her mouth dramatically, her lips sliding slowly back and forth over my thick, vein-filled shaft, moaning appreciatively each time the fat cock knob pushed into her tight, soggy throat. She strained to look out the corner of her eyes, making sure Brad was nearby, then stuffed one hand into her thong, frigging her pussy frantically even as she continued to savor my fuckmeat with slow, wet sucks.

It was obvious to me that Tara liked showing off in front of her husband. I held her head with one hand, keeping her impaled on my big dick for a moment, her hot wet throat muscles rippling erotically over my throbbing shaft. Even though I was holding her head motionless, Tara's hand continued to fly up and down her slit, the tiny thong doing little to conceal her efforts. I worked my fat, aching fuck-tool back until only the head was left in her sweet married mouth, Tara letting out a soft groan of disappointment, her eyes darting up to look into my face. "Nurse on that big dickhead baby, clean all that cockleak off and hold it in your mouth, it's almost time to feed your candyass husband."

Tara whimpered wantonly as she started suckling my bare, gooey cock-crown worshipfully, slurping and smacking loudly, her hot, dripping tongue swiping every inch of my smooth glans before I finally jerked it free with a soft popping sound. Continuing to caress her own cunt under her skimpy thong panties, Tara tilted her head back to look up into my face, opening her mouth to show me the thick coat of cockleak as she held it carefully on her tongue. "Now let me see that hand honey, show your husband how wet that little married pussy gets for me," I said softly.

Tara's trembling hand glistened with her own adulterous pussy juice as she jerked it out of her thong and held it up for me to see. Brad gasped in shock as the rivulets of his wife's nectar trickled down her fingers, pooling in her palm. "Now spit my leak into your hand baby, mix our juices together," I said. Without hesitation Tara daintily drooled my cockleak into the pool of juice which had already formed in her little palm. Cupping her hand carefully so as not to spill a single drop, she looked up into my face expectantly, her big brown eyes literally glowing with lust. "Feed him," I said, jerking my head toward her kneeling, wide-eyed husband.

Tara held her cupped palm out to Brad, her hand shaking slightly from excitement, her firm bare boobs rising and falling as her breathing became heavier. Brad looked questioningly into his wife's face for a long moment. "Do it honey, you know you want to," she whispered, her desire apparent in the strained, tight tone of her voice. The slightest trace of a grin creased the corners of Brad's mouth just before he bent his head and started licking at the slimy wad of juices in his wife's palm.

"Oh my god," Tara sighed sexily as her husband began to lap at the goo in her hand with increasing fervor, her taut, tanned body visibly shuddering. She jammed her hand back into the front of her tiny thong panties, once more rubbing her pussy vigorously as Brad worked to clean her other hand, grabbing her wrist to hold it steady as he started sucking and slurping nastily. "Oh god yeah honey, do it," Tara murmured. "God yeah that's so fuckin' hot."

When he was satisfied he'd gotten it all Brad looked into his wife's face with a shy smile, his lips glistening with traces of our combined cream. Tara's fingers continued to move rapidly under her skimpy panties as she pulled her other hand free of her husband's grasp and grabbed the base of my fat, 10-inch tool, still soaked in her saliva, her hand sliding slowly back and forth on the thick fuck-stalk as she looked up into my face again. The instant our eyes connected Tara eased my bloated dickhead into her mouth, sucking deeply, her smooth cheeks hollowing as her tongue stroked around the hot, hard head before slipping into the groove of my peehole. I could feel the vibrations from her soft, sexy moan running up the length of my cock as she nursed nastily on my once more sticky head, gazing submissively into my eyes the entire time, her hand continuing to frig her panty covered pussy.

Movement from the corner of my eyes told me that Brad was about to get busy with his hand as well, opening his pants slowly, as if he didn't want either of us to notice. "Your husband wants to play with his weak little pecker baby," I said, continuing to stare into her big brown eyes as I gently grasped a fistful of her hair and eased her hungrily sucking mouth of my aching dickhead with agonizing slowness. "Maybe it's time we showed him how a horny little wife fucks for her big-dicked stud." My words caused Brad to freeze and Tara to begin scrambling to her feet, her firm, tanned tits bouncing delightfully.

"Yes, let's do, let's show him," she babbled excitedly, her hard pink nipples grazing my chest as she rose to full height, her mouth suckling at my chest and neck between her lustful words. "I want him to see, want him to watch us, let's do it baby, fuck me with that big dick while my husband watches us."

Grabbing Tara's asscheeks hard in both hands, I pulled her tightly to me for another quick but thorough tonguekiss, both of us moaning and groaning. Then I spun her around so that she was facing her kneeling husband, one hand caressing her flat, firm tummy, the other moving from tit to tit, stroking and softly squeezing, murmuring into her ear before I started sucking and kissing along the length of her smooth, slender neck, keeping my eyes on Brad's face the entire time. "Look at that fuckin' wimp down on his knees, he ain't man enough for you honey, he don't deserve this sexy little body, he can't satisfy a hot blooded woman like you."

"Oh fuck," Tara groaned, letting her head fall back onto my shoulder, tilting it to the side to offer me her sensitive throat. "Oh fuck no he can't, need my stud, need my big-dicked lover." With that Tara reached back and grasped my huge, hard fuckstick positioning it so the fat length ran up the crevice of her asscheeks, then grinding back onto me with a deep, low groan, wiggling her ass slowly, using it to massage my massive member. She then covered the hand that was still stroking her tight young tummy and slid it down until it was firmly cupping her thinly covered cunt, her toned thighs squeezing it hard, trapping it in place on her pussy.

"Tell him Tara," I moaned as I suckled her sweet, lightly perfumed throat, letting her hand guide mine as it stroked her pussy through her thoroughly soaked panties. "Tell your sissy husband what you want, who his wife really wants to belong to."

"Yesssssss," Tara hissed sexily, her other hand covering mine as it fondled her heavenly breasts, both her hands guiding mine in caressing her boobs and cunt. She lifted her head from my shoulder to stare directly into her husband's face, pushing her glorious buns tighter back against my pipe-like prick. "Oh god Brad, it's so big, so much bigger than you honey, so much more manly, oh fuck honey, it feels so huge and hard rubbing against my little ass, oh Brad, I want it honey, want him to fuck me deep with it, want him to be my stud honey." Still guiding my hands with hers Tara then turned her face sideways, sucking and kissing at my mouth and grinding her bottom harder against me, the length of my cock burrowing deeper into the warm split of her asscheeks, her entire body shivering and shuddering, both her hands squeezing mine tightly as she guided them over her smooth, soft tits and hot, throbbing cunt. "Oh you hung bastard," she slurped out her words nastily, sucking wetly on my tongue, her lips lewdly sliding along its glistening, slippery length just as they'd been sliding along my cock moments earlier. "I'm so hot for you, so ready for your big hard dick."

"Tell him," I answered, nodding toward Brad as I freed my hands from hers and hooked the waistband of her panties in both hands, jerking them slowly down over the curve of her ass, pausing to admiring its perfection, then sliding them on down her thighs, helping her out of them as she began to speak.

"My stud's gonna fuck me now honey, I need it so bad," Tara whimpered, stepping out of her panties, reaching back instinctively to me for balance without looking away from her husband. "He's gonna give me the kind of deep, nasty fucking I've always wanted, just like we talked about honey, you're gonna see your little wife giving it up for a better hung man."

Holding her tiny, cream-coated panties in one hand, I moved behind the now nude wife, kissing and sucking deeply on her neck and shoulders as my other hand moved down to squeeze and knead her firm asscheeks, Tara groaning and gasping, reaching a hand back to run her fingertips gently along the length of my huge, hard fuckmuscle. "Oh fuck I love the way you play with my ass," Tara panted, her head falling back against my shoulder again, wiggling her smooth, shapely buns against my hot, hard hand, gripping my shaft a bit tighter. "I'm so close, could cum just from you touching me, could cum just from playing with your big beautiful dick."

Still palming and fondling her perfectly formed asscheeks, I guided Tara toward the bed, Brad shuffling on his knees to watch. Giving those firm, beautiful buns a loving pat, I stopped in front of her kneeling, panting husband and suddenly swiped the soaked panties over his face, leaving a clear trail of pussy juice on his cheek. "She ever been that wet for you?" I asked.

"Uh-n-no, no she hasn't," Brad stuttered out his words.

"Fuck no," Tara sighed as she settled back on the bed, spreading her shapely legs wide and stroking her clit with gentle movements of her fingertips, turning her face to watch us.

"Suck your wife's panties clean and we might let you jack on that little babydick of yours Brad," I said softly, dangling the dripping thong into his face, the heavily stained crotch brushing his quivering lips. With a quiet grunt Brad opened his mouth and slurped the soaked, silky fabric into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out comically as he sucked and chewed the wet, wispy thong.

"Oh shit, oh goddamn baby that looks so fuckin' nasty," Tara hissed from the bed, her hips bucking upward as her fingers fondled faster, strumming her clit with rapid, rhythmic strokes, her firm thighs opening wider and wider until her soaked slit parted, her pink inner folds shiny and swollen. From the almost desperate movements of her gorgeously naked body I could tell Tara was getting closer and closer, and I didn't want to waste another second.

Crawling between her smooth, straining thighs I promptly planted my bloated, slick dickhead at her oozing opening, nudging just the tip of the bare sticky, crown into her equally gooey hole. Tara writhed wildly, straining upward, grunting as she forced her tight, aching pussy to stretch over my hard, invading head, then sobbing tearfully as it popped fully into her, prying her open to a wideness she'd never before felt. She stiffened, her eyes squeezed shut, biting her sensuously thick lower lip, and I shoved two more inches into her deliciously steamy tightness. Tara winced, her hips jerking back in shock, her mouth opening wide in a silent scream, her lips moving though words weren't coming, her entire body tense, strained, her tight, torridly wet fucktunnel tingling and throbbing as it squeezed my thick, vein-filled shaft. With a groan of my own I eased forward, unable to resist the soaking, snug grip of her almost supernaturally tight womanhood. Tara remained rock-still, unmoving as my wide, hard horsecock penetrated her gooey depths, the hot, wet tightness of her wildly pulsing pussy massaging every milimeter of my massive member, her face contorted as it tossed from side to side, her eyes still squeezed shut, her lips still widely parted in a wordless scream that was nothing but a tearful whimper when her voice finally returned and her body slowly started to relax, the pleasure of the big, powerful fuck-pole penetrating her virgin-like cunt starting to overtake her.


Priceless



I haven't always agreed with my wife on some of the decisions she's made in our twenty years of marriage. But I'll be forever in her debt for the promise she made to our twin nieces when they were in grade school. She told them, "When you guys turn eighteen, we'll take you on a cruise." At the time it sounded like an expensive, boring proposition. But back then our nieces were still little girls. They are young women now, as I found out on the 'birthday' cruise.

There's no doubt that Britney and Bev are twins. They have matching long, dark hair and matching tall, shapely figures that first got my attention about three years before the cruise. Although the girls are similar in appearance, their personalities are quite different. Britney is a bookworm—Bev is a party animal. She was the one we expected to have trouble controlling once she was set loose on the ship.

The cruise line we have used for ten previous cruises has a drinking age limit of twenty one. This was good news to us, distressing news to the girls. It wasn't until the second day of the week-long trip that I realized just how good the news was for me.

We flew to Miami and boarded the ship in mid-afternoon. The first job was finding our cabins. My wife and I reserved a balcony cabin and we put the girls in an inside cabin across the hall from us. They complained, of course, about the size of the room, the size of the closet, the size of the bathroom…ad nauseum. We asked if they wanted to go home. The room suddenly became acceptable to them.

Long before dinner on that first day, the girls were in their bikinis. I had seen them many times back home in t-shirts and little shorts that barely covered their sweet asses. But to see them for the first time in their new swimwear was a little bit of a shock. They were gorgeous and my forty-something cock reacted accordingly. It was going to be a long week, I decided.

Britney has always been my favorite. Besides her laid-back personality, which more closely resembles my own, she has always had a slightly better body than Bev, particularly up top. She likes to wear t-shirts that accentuate her breasts. They are perfectly full with flawless skin. They seem to beg you to touch them and squeeze them and the nipples are constantly pressing out against the material of her shirts.

And then there's her ass. God. It is so tight and rounded in just the right places. Her bikini showed just enough to entice any man of any age.

This is not to say that Bev isn't cute. They're twins, after all. And twins in bikinis are pretty much at the top of my list of favorite things.

The first evening went fairly smoothly. At dinner, my wife took it upon herself to remind the girls that their mother—her sister—would not appreciate it if we sent them home pregnant. They both assured her they were 'safe', so my wife could sleep better knowing she had done her job.

After dinner, the girls took off for the various lounges on the ship. We only heard from them one time before we went to bed, but that was fine. We trusted them…kind of.

It was the next morning, at breakfast, that I heard the first complaint about the drinking age limit. Bev, in particular, was outspoken in her grief. I found it kind of humorous myself, but tried not to show my delight in their angst. My wife and I tried to assure them there would be plenty to do on and off the ship to keep them occupied. It didn't seem to appease them much.

We had an island beach excursion that day that took most of the late morning and early afternoon. It was a beautiful day and I had a good time watching the girls…my wife…and every other babe I could get my eyes on. It was even fun watching all the guys stare at my nieces as they sunbathed and floated in the calm water on their rafts.

We got back on the ship around three in the afternoon. My wife was the first to use the shower so I decided to head down to the onboard computers to check my e-mail. As I was walking out of my cabin, I noticed that the girls' door was open.

"Hey! Uncle Steve. Do you have a minute?" I heard Bev ask.

"Sure," I replied, stopping at their room.

"C'mon in, we're dressed," she said.

"Darn," I said, pushing the door open and entering their tiny cabin.

Britney gave me a disgusted look.

"Close the door," Bev ordered. When I turned back around, she said, "We need to ask you to do us a favor. But if you don't want to, we get it."

I stared at her blankly when she hesitated. "Well?"

"Well…we're kind of bummed we can't get a drink. We tried everything with the bartenders last night, but nothing worked," she whined. "We're going to go nuts all week if we can't get just one drink, you know?"

I smiled. "Oh, sure. You guys would be a lot of fun to be around if you were hung over all day. They put that age limit there for a reason—to save the adults."

"We wouldn't get drunk," Britney chimed in. "We've gone to parties at home with alcohol around and we survived."

"I'm sure you have." I was looking more at Bev and the sheepish look on her face.

"Uncle Steve, we're begging you," Bev said. "Can you get the drinks for us? Maybe bring them here so we…or you…won't get in trouble?"

"Please," Britney pleaded.

As soon as I saw the precious looks on their gorgeous faces I knew I would do it. But my mind instantly started to plot HOW to do it. What were the consequences? What were the opportunities?

They seemed a little worried at my delay in answering. Then I said, "IF I do this, you have to understand that I'll be the one determining how many drinks you get, and when."

Their eyes were already wider, anticipating that I might actually give in to their pleas.

"OK," they said in unison.

"I'll need assurances from both of you that you'll handle this like adults and not get any of us in trouble," I said.

"Of course," Bev said excitedly. "You can count on us."

Britney was nodding as she sat Indian style on her bed. God, she was beautiful. Was it too obvious that I was looking down on the breasts trying to burst out of her tiny bikini top?

"Alright. I'll think about what kind of deal we can strike. I need guarantees from both of you," I said sternly.

"Anything," Bev said. "You name it."

"When do you want to start?" I asked.

They looked at each other and shrugged. "Tonight? After dinner?" Britney suggested.

I nodded. "It's a deal. I'll talk to you after dinner. I'd like to keep Jan out of this as much as possible."

They agreed, looking like they were about to explode with excitement.

"OK. See you later," I said, leaving the room.

As soon as the door was closed, I heard the yelps of joy inside. I smiled.

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The girls were exceptionally cheerful at dinner, which I'm sure surprised my wife Jan. She certainly wasn't going to find out from any of us what prompted the good moods. But if things turned out the way I was beginning to plan it, everybody would benefit from this in some way.

When dinner was over I told Jan I was going to make a stop in the casino before coming up to the room. I caught the eyes of the girls and signaled them to stay close-by. After Jan left, my nieces and I found a quiet corner.

"OK. What do you guys want?" I asked.

"One of those tall, fruity things that they sell by the pool," Bev said right away.

"With lots of alcohol," Britney added.

I frowned at her. "Don't push your luck. Where are you gonna be?"

"In our room," Bev said.

"OK. Give me a few minutes."

They simultaneously kissed me on both cheeks and sped off. My next chore was making sure Jan went to the evening show. That was easy, as she never failed to go…with or without me. Tonight it would be without me. A note on the dresser inside our cabin confirmed that she was gone. Time to put the plan in motion.

I went up one deck to the closest lounge, ordered two of the daily 'specials', and headed for the girls' cabin. My cock ached at just the thought of making my delivery.

I managed to knock on their cabin door without spilling either drink, not an easy feat. The door opened quickly and a beaming Bev let me in. Both girls cheered at their apparent success in obtaining the much sought-after refreshments.

I immediately noticed that the girls had changed from more formal dinner attire to t-shirts and shorts. It still amazed me that they couldn't find a bartender to serve them when they went around dressed like that. Maybe it was just me that found them irresistible.

When I got inside the room and didn't hand over the drinks, I received questioning looks from Britney and Bev.

"Now, the deal was you are going to handle this like adults," I reminded them. "Right?"

"Right," they both said.

"You realize, of course, that I'm risking quite a bit in doing this. Jan would be mad. Your mother would be mad. We would all be in trouble with the cruise line," I said. "There's actually very little in this for me, other than making you guys happy and risking a marriage."

"Uncle Steve, how much do you want?" Britney finally inquired in a totally frustrated voice.

"Oh, it's not a matter of money. It's a commitment on your part that you appreciate what I'm doing."

More blank stares from my nieces.

"Alright, here's my offer," I said before taking a deep breath. "I'll buy you the drinks and deliver them whenever you want. The cost: one piece of clothing per drink."

The worst case scenario would have been two complete and total refusals. I didn't get that. I got surprised looks, followed by an exchange of glances by the girls. Then Bev asked, "Does that mean one piece tonight and two pieces tomorrow and three the next day?"

"Excellent question, Bev," sounding as much like a professor as I knew how. "I think one piece of clothing per drink is sufficient. If you want a second drink tonight, that will cost you a second piece of clothing. Tomorrow we start over."

The girls seemed relieved and nodded. "Who chooses the piece of clothing?" the ever-thoughtful Britney asked.

"Well, I think it's only fair that that would be me."

The girls attempted to look scornful, but when Bev giggled, so did Britney.

"And another thing," I continued. "When I'm making deliveries, no bras or panties allowed."

Both girls shrugged, then nodded. The bras were no big deal—neither one seemed to wear one under t-shirts. I didn't know about panties.

"Are you thirsty?" I asked.

"Yes," they said. 

"T-shirts, please."

The silence in the room was deafening. I saw their eyes go from the drinks, to me, to each other. Bev, naturally, was the first to reach for the bottom of her tank top. Britney and I both watched as she deliberately lifted the top, pulled it over her head and tossed it at my feet.

I just stared. Her breasts—seemingly at a stage somewhere between teen and woman—were magnificent. They were firm with beautiful, pink nipples and faint tan lines from her bikini. While certainly not made for Playboy, they were just full enough to make my mouth water.

"Well? Give me my drink," she said, reaching toward me. I gladly handed over the glass, all the while watching her breasts hang down from her youthful chest.

Bev took a long sip of the drink and smiled at her sister. I would have been perfectly happy if nothing else happened. Just sitting there with Bev topless was sufficient. But then I looked over and Britney was taking off her top, too.

As I had suspected, Britney's breasts were slightly larger than Bev's. If there was a word to describe them, I couldn't think of it. I really didn't want to act like a total idiot, but I felt like a kid in high school who just walked into the girls locker room.

Britney reached for her drink and I mechanically gave it to her. We might have exchanged looks, but I don't remember. I was lost in her body.

"It tastes good, doesn't it?" Bev asked her sister after they both took a couple drinks.

"Just right. Well worth the price, I think," Britney answered.

My cock was beginning to feel the pressure of being confined by my shorts. I didn't want to look, but I suspected the budding erection was noticeable. I would have paid any price for the opportunity to move my cock to a more comfortable position.

"Are you just going to sit there and stare?" Bev asked me. "Can't you at least say 'You girls look awesome' or something?"

"You girls look awesome," I deadpanned. "Ready for another one, yet?"

"Pervert," Britney said quickly, causing Bev to almost spit out her drink.

"Just trying to be helpful. If I'm going to get in trouble for buying these for you I might as well get full benefit."

"I wouldn't want to be the cause of that erection popping right out of your shorts," Bev said, staring directly at my crotch.

"Beverly!" Britney shouted.

I laughed. "It's not MY fault. You're the ones half naked."

"Sometimes when I drink I can't stop," Bev said. "I might want three or four."

I looked at her. "And if you're wearing a bikini?"

"You still get to choose. Right?"

"Always," I confirmed.

Bev got off the edge of her bed and moved over to me. She put her drink on the table next to me. Bev used both hands to gently push my legs together. Then she straddled them and sat on my knees. I watched her hand move toward my swollen cock, eventually touching it through the material of my shorts. She skillfully found the outline of it, then used her hand to reposition it so it pointed toward my stomach, causing great relief—and increased hardening.

She gently placed her palm on the length of the shaft. "Better?" she asked quietly.

"Much," I said.

Bev rubbed me for a few seconds. I caught a glimpse of Britney looking on silently, sipping her drink. Then I gazed at Bev's beautiful, young breasts…easily within reach now. I was tempted to touch them, but Bev eliminated any reservations I had. She took my right hand and placed it on her left breast before rubbing my cock some more.

I'll never forget that feeling: the soft, supple skin that I could mold to any shape; the warmth of her body; the rigidness of her nipple. I wanted to be gentle, but Bev kept massaging my cock and I found myself kneading her breast harder and harder. Neither of us begged the other to stop.

Bev stopped to take a long drink. As she tilted the glass back down, she let her tongue linger on the rim, licking it erotically.

"Mmmmm," she mewed. "That's good."

"Don't spill any on you," I said.

"Would you lick it off?"

"Like this," I said. I leaned forward, pulled Bev closer to me, and got my first quick taste of her breast. After a couple licks, I opened my mouth and took in a larger portion of the luscious tit. Bev leaned into me and tilted her head back. I held her bare back while sucking harder on her nipple and taking nearly her entire breast into my mouth.

Bev moaned, then blindly…frantically…grabbed for my cock and squeezed it. The tip was almost sticking out from the top of my shorts now, but only Britney was in a position to see for sure. My head was buried in Bev's chest and her eyes were still closed. I bit her lightly and she moaned louder. This girl clearly loved having her tits played with. And I certainly didn't mind having my raging hard-on worked over by her small hand.

"God, you're going to make me cum, Uncle Steve," Bev finally said, starting to pull back slightly.

"You started this," I said, looking up at her.

Bev and Britney both took drinks. The glasses were just about empty, from what I could tell. I wondered to myself what was next. All I knew was that I wasn't going to initiate much—it was up to them to take it further or wait until tomorrow. My cock voted to take it further.

"Uncle Steve, we appreciate the drinks and all," Britney said from her seat on the bed, "But don't you think it's a little unfair that we're the only ones undressed?"

"Yeah," Bev agreed. "Get us half drunk and take advantage of us and then leave. Something's not right."

The whole time she was complaining in her mocking tone, Bev was slowly running her palm and down my shaft. When she was waiting for my reply, she even slipped her fingers inside the top of my shorts and made contact with the sensitive head of my cock.

"So you want me to take off my shirt?" I asked.

Bev didn't bother to answer. She was opening the button, then the zipper of my shorts. "Not exactly," she said, looking down at me with those tempting eyes of hers.

I was wearing tight fitting briefs and the outline of my hard cock was clearly in evidence. Bev only touched it once before pulling down on the top of the underwear to reveal my penis. It sprang free and pointed up like a tree trunk once she had the shorts and briefs half way down my thighs.

"Jesus," Britney sighed.

Bev didn't stop. She had me naked from the waist down in no time. She stood at my feet and took one last drink before looking over at her twin sister.

"Britney, I think we should thank Uncle Steve for buying our drinks this week. What do you think?"

"It's the least we can do," Britney said.

Bev moved to my right side and got on her knees. She motioned with her head for Britney to take the other side. A second later, my two topless teenage nieces were on either side of me, staring at my rigid erection.

"You really don't have to…," I began to say.

That's when both Bev and Britney touched my cock and leaned their heads in so that they both had room to put their mouths on it. The sensation of two tongues on either side of my penis caused me to bend backwards with my eyes closed. I clung to the edge of the chair and groaned as my cock disappeared for the first time into the wet, warm mouth of one of my nieces. I didn't even care who it was, but peeked anyway to see that it was Bev.

They alternated long, deep sucks while their hands played with the base of the cock and my balls. Britney was the first to comment on my salty precum: "Mmmmm, yummy. It's nice and salty after my drink. I love it."

I let them have their fun for a minute or two. I was surprised I lasted that long.

Then I said, "Uh, girls, I hate to interrupt you but I'm not sure I can last much longer. You can stop now."

Bev unwrapped her lips from around my shaft. "Nah. I want to see you cum. You can cum on my tits."

"Hey, what about me?" Britney complained.

Bev smiled. "Oh, OK."

They never stopped giving me the blowjob they were intent on finishing. If one was better than the other I couldn't tell. Soon, I was on the brink.

"Girls…this is your last chance…to stop," I managed to say between gasps.

"Before what?" Bev asked.

I thrust my hips forward. My balls contracted within Britney's hand. "Before…I cummmmmm."

I let out the longest, deepest, most intense sound I could ever remember making during sex. I opened my eyes just in time to see both of my nieces stroking my cock while aiming it directly at their chests. They kneeled directly in front of me now, waiting for the first blast of cum…which I felt rising from my balls.

A long, white stream of cum exploded from my cock and splattered across both of Bev's tits. The second shot got Britney, with the many subsequent blasts managing to add to the layers of cum on all four breasts. The girls' giggles and squeals of delight almost made me laugh, but the intense need to continue cumming won out. I surprised even myself with the number, and intensity, of spurts that flowed from my cock.

By the time it was over, cum dripped from each nipple and Bev was wiping a string of cum from her neck. She looked at her finger, then slowly sucked it clean and pulled it out.

"That is SO good," she murmured. "Wow, Uncle Steve. You REALLY cum a lot."

I wasn't sure I could talk. "You guys had something to do with that."




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"Can we do this again tomorrow?" Britney asked with a devilish grin.

I was pulling my briefs and shorts back on. "Jan is shopping on the next island all afternoon. How about if we plan on meeting in my cabin."

"I'll be really thirsty after being at the pool," Bev said as she emerged from the bathroom with towels for her and her sister.

"In bikinis?" I asked them.

"We promise," Bev said, wiping her tits clean as I watched.

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The girls convinced my wife at breakfast that they would rather hang around the pool with the guys they had met the night before than go shopping. They were only half lying…the guy they met was me. When I said I'd rather spend the time at the fitness center, Jan seemed relieved that I wouldn't be there to prevent her from shopping as long as she wanted. Everybody was happy.

The morning seemed to drag on forever while I waited for my wife to leave the ship. When she said she wanted to eat lunch onboard first, and then leave, I wanted to kill her. But the four of us met up at the designated time and I couldn't complain about 'having' to eat with my nieces in their tight tank tops and shorts. It was so much more enjoyable knowing now what was hidden under the tops. I spent the entire meal flashing back to the night before. By the time we left I was semi-erect again.

Finally, Jan said she was getting her stuff to head for the island stores. I took that opportunity to get with the girls. They said they wanted a half hour at the pool first. I agreed and told them to meet me in my cabin when they were done. That would allow me to get the drinks and have them waiting for my nieces when they arrived.

"Remember your promise—bikinis," I said.

They agreed, knowing they were going to change into them for the pool anyway, and then hurried into their cabin. I changed into my boxer-style bathing suit, waited twenty minutes and then headed for the lounge. Soon, I was back in the cabin looking out over the balcony at the calm, blue ocean, waiting for my beautiful girls to arrive. A pair of tall, frosty glasses awaited them.

The tap on the door was almost too soft to hear. When I opened it, Bev and Britney stood in the hallway with beaming smiles.

"Time to party," Bev said.

I let them in and closed the door, staring at their tan, bikini clad bodies the entire time. The tops they wore tied in the back with no other straps. They clung snugly to the girls' breasts, leaving no doubt how they were shaped…or the size of the nipples. The bottoms—barely large enough to cover their pussies and asses—tied on both sides.

Britney turned to face me, saying, "Well? Do these meet the qualifications?"

"They are definitely bikinis," I conceded. "Very nice."

"Wow! Next time we do this we're getting a balcony, Britney." Bev was looking through the sliding glass door leading to the veranda. "Can we go out?"

"Of course," I said, following the girls outside.

They instantly stood at the railing looking in all directions, including straight down at the side of the ship and the water nine decks below. Their bikini bottoms began to disappear between the cheeks of their asses as they bent over, and my cock couldn't help but notice.

"This must be cool at night," Britney said. "When we're moving."

"It is. One of these times Jan goes to the show maybe you can come over," I said.

Bev was looking back into the cabin. "So, can I have my drink now?"

The naughty look in her eyes told me the fun was about to begin.

"As soon as you pay up," I said.

"We better go inside," Bev said to Britney. They both re-entered the cabin and I followed, taking a seat in the overstuffed chair closest to the balcony.

Bev seemed to enjoy playing the roll of stripper as she leisurely started to untie the top of her bikini.

"Hey. I thought I got to choose," I said.

Bev held her top in place as soon as I spoke. Both girls had concerned looks on their faces.

"Tops, please," I said, much to their relief.

I watched as Bev let her top gracefully fall off, revealing the perfect breasts I remembered from the night before. Britney was doing the same, about five seconds behind her sister. I switched my eyes to her just in time to see her tits come into full view. The bikini tops were tossed aside and they both eagerly grabbed a drink.

After their first long drink, Bev looked outside again and said, "Can we sit out there and get really good tans for a change?"

Luckily, the sun was shining brightly on the balcony. I grabbed a third chair for myself and followed them back outside. Bev and Britney sank into the chairs already out there, spreading their legs out in the process. A round table in the middle of them held the drinks. I felt my cock react again to the sight of the two girls stretched out, wearing nothing more than tiny strips of material between their legs.

Metal dividers separated our balcony from the ones on either side. But it wouldn't have taken much effort by anyone in close proximity to see us. I didn't care if the girls didn't.

Bev pointed out towards the nearby island. "I wonder if anybody with binoculars is looking at us?" she asked.

"Or on that boat?" Britney said while pointing at a yacht as it lazily floated by in the distance.

"Would you like that?" I asked.

Britney shrugged, but smiled a little. Bev said, "Kind of. If it was a good looking dude."

"A young, rich one," Britney added.

"Well, that rules me out," I said, looking at the yacht.

"You're different. You're allowed to look any time you want," Bev said, once again using the straw in her drink to simulate her superlative sucking and licking skills.

"I'm not sure I'd want to share you two with anybody," I said. After hesitating, I added, "But if I did, I'd want to watch."

The girls giggled. I noticed their drinks were already about half gone. I wondered if last night was a once-in-a-lifetime thing or if new adventures awaited us.

We managed to find stuff to talk about for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. The hot sun pounded down on us and I thought I noticed a deepening of the girls' tans, especially around the breasts. Neither one looked like they sunburned, which eased my mind a little. I didn't want anything interfering with my ability to savor those lovely tits.

"I'm almost done," Bev said, holding up her glass to look through it. "What about you, Britney? Could you go for another one?"

Britney had a nervous, tentative grin that clearly showed she was thinking about the consequences. "I'm awfully thirsty still," she said.

"Me, too," Bev answered. They looked at each other some more. This was going to be Britney's call. There was little doubt which way Bev was leaning.

"It's going to cost us, you know," Britney said.

"I think it's worth it."

Britney nodded. I didn't think she wanted to be the one to say it. But she did. "OK. We'll take two more," she said to me.

I smiled. "I'll be right back."

I said a little prayer of thanks as I entered the hallway and saw nobody coming towards me. My cock was pressing against my swimsuit just hard enough to be noticeable. By the time I got to the stairwell, I was back to 'normal'. I bought the drinks and headed back to the cabin, almost shaking with anticipation.

Once inside, I almost didn't know what to do. The girls hadn't moved and I placed the two full glasses next to their empty ones. I wondered what they had talked about while I was gone. Were they scheming? Talking about young, rich dudes on yachts?

"These are really good today," Britney said, looking at the drinks.

"Especially out here in the sun," Bev added. She ran her hand over one bare breast, then the other…lingering at the nipples. She looked at me with that sexy look of hers.

"We shouldn't let them go to waste," Britney said seriously. I had come to love her sense of humor, always dry and quick.

Bev stood up, took her new drink, and said, "Let's go inside."

Britney followed, with me close behind. I left the sliding door open, but reached for the curtain that slid in front of it.

"No. Leave it open," Bev said. "OK?"

Her intent was perfectly clear. When Britney didn't protest, I felt a surge of excitement flow through me like never before. It was a side of them I didn't expect. Although nothing should have surprised me any more.

I sat back down in my chair. I didn't need to speak and they didn't need to be told. There was no choosing to be done. A second piece…the only piece left…had to come off.

In unison, Bev and Britney pulled on the strings tying together both sides of their bikini bottoms. I saw the small patches of material separate from their bodies. They dangled in front of the girls' pussies for a second or two, then were pulled away.

No amount of my imagination could have possibly created two more perfect bodies than the ones standing a few feet in front of me. I stared with no embarrassment whatsoever. I loved my wife and thought she was beautiful, but the eighteen year old girls I was looking at were in another class altogether. I studied every curve; marveled at the skin.

They each had very narrow strips of closely shaven dark hair directly above their clits. Just a patch. The rest of their pussies were as clean and smooth as anywhere else I could see.

I don't know how long they stood there before I said, "Turn around, please."

They obeyed as if I had some sort of control over them, which of course I did not. Maybe they wanted to show me. I hoped that was the case.

What I saw were two small, tight asses with cheeks that gently curved up from their legs. They stood with their legs together so I didn't have a clear view of the back of their pussies, but this was sufficient.

They turned back around simultaneously.

"Wow," I exclaimed. "You two are…uh…gorgeous."

"Time to drink," Bev said, breaking the silence that followed my statement.

Each girl took a glass and sat on the couch. Britney pulled her legs up under her while Bev put her feet back on the table…still with her legs together, unfortunately. It took another minute or so to completely get used to the sight of their naked bodies.

"I think these are stronger than last night," Britney said, taking a long sip.

"Yeah. I'm feeling it pretty good right now," Bev said.

"Many more and you'll be getting naked or something," Britney said.

"Or something." Bev looked at me for a reaction.

My cock was doing my speaking for me. I could tell from her eyes that Bev already noticed.

"Poor Uncle Steve. We've been making him very uncomfortable this cruise," she said.

"Yeah," Britney agreed. "But I would have been disappointed if he wasn't hard now."

"You don't have to worry. I may never be soft again if you walk around like that," I assured her. "I'm a very lucky guy."

Bev suddenly took her feet off the table and stood up. Britney and I watched her walked toward the balcony. She stopped at the open door. "Maybe we need to do this for a bigger audience, Britney," she said.

"I'm not sure I have quite that much courage, yet," Britney admitted.

"Just think of all the guys on that island, or on the boats out there, getting hard and jerking off to our naked bodies." Bev was staring off into the distance, her feet spread beneath her as if to show off even more of her young pussy.

My cock strained against the suit, eventually getting stiff enough to point up toward the waistband.

"What do you think, Uncle Steve?" Bev asked me without turning around. "Do you think anybody's watching?"

I stood up and moved behind her. I got close enough to let my hard cock brush against her ass. Then I put my hands around her and covered her breasts with my palms. I felt her nipples harden.

"I think a man would be crazy not to want to see you naked. Either one of you."

I rolled Bev's nipples between my thumbs and fingers. First she moaned, then pressed her ass harder against my cock. Warm air rushed over us as the wind picked up, reminding us we were inches from the outdoors. My hand instinctively fell over her stomach, past her navel and onto the patch of hair above her clit. That's when I stopped, uncertain of whether to continue or not.

Bev didn't move at first. Then her legs separated an inch or two farther apart. My hand slid down and my fingers were at her pussy, my palm against her clit. I clutched at her breast with my other hand. I heard her sigh loudly right before my finger found the opening to her pussy.

She was damp, not quite wet. I didn't insert the finger—just collected the moisture and ran it up over her clit.

"Oh, God. Yes," Bev hissed.

I rubbed her gently, but found myself pushing my cock against her a little harder the more she responded to my touch. I could feel my shaft nestled between the cheeks of her ass, resting on the top of her crack. I desperately wanted my suit out of the way.

Apparently Britney caught those thought waves, because she stood up and walked behind me. Before I could react, Britney was pulling down on my swimsuit. I pulled back to let them free of Bev's ass, then felt them being yanked down my legs and off my feet.

The moment I was naked I put my cock back on Bev's ass. Her bare skin was cool against my warm erection. The feeling stimulated me so much I moved my hand back down to her pussy and rammed a single finger deep inside her.

"Ahhhh, fuck," she cried out.

Now she was soaking wet and I began fucking her with my finger. At the same time, Britney was pressed against me from behind, firmly stroking my cock. I felt her hard nipples on my back and her pussy on my ass. I had never before experienced so many different sensations in so many different parts of my body at one time. It seemed to all collect in my cock, which wanted to explode.

"Have you ever wanted to fuck in public?" I whispered into Bev's ear.

"Not until now."

"Liar," I said softly.

She half-laughed, but her moaning got in the way. "Well, maybe once."

"Do you want to?"

I removed my wet finger from her pussy and rubbed her clit. Her body stiffened. I kneaded her breast. "Yes."

"Yes, what?" I said into her ear.

"Yes, I want to fuck!"

She practically yelled it. I was so hard it hurt. Then I thought about Britney and the pleasure she was giving me. How could I satisfy them both?

I let go of Bev. Britney removed her hand when she felt me move. I grabbed the handle of the sliding glass door and closed it, with both girls looking on anxiously.

"Britney, put your back on the door," I ordered.

She quickly did as I said with Bev moving aside. Britney's beautiful naked body faced us.

"Bev, get on your knees." She did so, with her face directly in front of her sister's pussy. "I want you to make her cum. I want it to be long and hard. Eat her until she screams."

"But…I…," Bev started to say.

"Do it!"

When Bev moved her face between Britney's legs, Britney spread like they'd been doing this their entire lives. I watched Bev nervously place her mouth near Britney's clit, then began licking. That's when I moved behind Bev and spread her legs. I took a quick look at her wet pussy before placing the tip of my cock at the entrance to her hole.

I waited for the head of my cock to enter her, then thrust forward. Bev's face was buried against Britney, who slammed backwards against the glass door. Both girls moaned with satisfaction as my cock drove like a piston in and out of Bev's pussy.

She was extremely tight, but wet enough to easily accept my cock. As much as I enjoyed their mouths and hands on me, nothing was this good.

"They're watching, girls. Everybody's watching you have sex," I panted.

Britney's eyes were clenched shut, expressions of pleasure showing up each time her sister plunged her tongue inside her pussy or dragged it across her clit. Bev held Britney by the ass, pulling her closer to her face. I just kept fucking her, hearing her moans grow louder each minute.

I reached down and found Bev's clit. I heard her muffled squeal when I rubbed her and drove my cock in even deeper and faster. I prayed that her admission to my wife that she was on the pill was right, because I was about to cum inside her.

Surprisingly, to me anyway, Britney was the first to start cumming.

"Oh, God, Bev. Yes! Yes! Right there."

Her hand was on the back of Bev's head, holding her in place. Her face contorted and her mouth hung open.

"Yes! Now! I'm cumming!"

I watched intently as the young girl drove her body forward, trying to fuck Bev's face. Bev hung on valiantly while Britney came in waves. I could only imagine the sweet juices that Bev must have tasted as Britney orgasmed again and again.

That was enough for me. Without any warning, other than frantic grunts, I rammed into Bev and slapped my body against her ass. The first shot of cum poured out endlessly, followed by another thick load.

"Yes! Cum in me, Uncle Steve!"

I filled Bev's pussy until I felt it flowing out and, presumably, down her thighs. I saw Bev put her hand on her clit, then scream out, "Now! Yessssss!"

I held onto her hips as she came. Her head was nearly down on the floor now, her ass pointed up at me. That made it much easier to continue fucking her and she came long and hard, louder and louder with each orgasm. Her muscles continued to clamp down on my cock, keeping me hard throughout the entire ordeal. I could have gone on but she begged me to stop after a while.

I pulled out and the three of us tried to recover. Bev stayed on the floor and I leaned against Britney on the door, kissing her softly.

"Oh…my…God," we heard Bev mumble below us.

"Enjoy it?" I asked Britney quietly.

"It was wonderful. Thank you," she said, kissing me again.

"Hey, no fair kissing," Bev said.

"Then get up here," I told her.

She struggled to her feet and I hugged her, kissing her passionately. "How about your sister?" I asked Bev.

She understood my meaning and, after a second's hesitation, the sisters kissed each other while I looked on and smiled.



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(The day that changed everything...)

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"Hey, Jolene! Get your head outta the clouds and get your butt in gear! Come and get this order!"

Jolene Conaway gripped her order pad tightly and headed toward the back counter. She cut her eyes at the heavyset man leaning through the partition to the kitchen. "Archie, them eggs ain't going nowhere," she said under her breath, "so what's the rush?" 

A rapidly balding Archie Dunbar wiped his hands on his stained apron and leaned over the back counter. "I heard you Jolene! If you don't like it, you know what you can do? You can walk, 'cause I sure don't need no sassy waitresses in here!"

Jolene grit her teeth as she snatched up the plate filled with runny eggs, greasy buttered toast and much-too-crisp bacon. Needing this week's paycheck to pay for her Grandmother's heart medicine, she bit her lip to keep from forming an even sharper retort.

"Don't worry about him," Alice said as Archie ducked back into the kitchen. "He's just being a jackass as usual." 

For nearly a year after her high school graduation, she'd toiled at Archie's Diner with Alice, the second waitress, serving food with enough lard to make a person's arteries scream in submission. She also had to endure sore feet, low wages, even lower tips and Archie's alternating orders and come-ons.

Though it was Friday morning, there was no TGIF anywhere in Jolene as she delivered the hot plate to the older sheriff in the booth next to the front door. The thought of another long shift on Saturday made her let out a deep sigh as she went back to retrieve the next order for his deputy. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized what her fate in life was actually turning out to be. 

She sighed again. "Why in the hell am I here?"

~~~

"Why in the hell am I here?"

Eve Jessup sped along the highway as she again checked the GPS perched on the dashboard of her rental Lexus. She peered at the display. "Now I'm somewhere near Edgerrin, Tennessee?"

The new Janet Jackson album in the CD changer and the air conditioning on full-blast, she drove even faster, trying to make it to Nashville before sundown. "I hope this trip is worth it," she mused as she turned up the volume. She looked out the window and admired the late morning sun shining in. 

"Of course, it's worth it," she smiled, remembering her mission, and went back to singing along with her favorite pop icon.

Then her stomach rumbled. 

She sighed as she checked the GPS yet again. "I'm nearly lost and now I'm starving?" She gripped the steering wheel as she picked up speed again. "Fuck it. I'm stopping at the first food place I see."

She drove a few miles until she saw a sign that said "Restaurants, Next Exit." She took the exit and found herself heading down a deserted road for what seemed like forever. Finally, she saw a large, yet rickety structure to the side of the road. "Archie's Diner?" she murmured, looking at the rusted sign on top. "Great."

She parked in the gravel lot, cut off the radio and slowly got out. She drew in a breath as she looked at the forsaken building.

She guessed that the deep slate gray on the building's concrete walls had long ago been white. The roof was leaning dangerously to one side and the front steps had several large chunks of concrete missing. While the inside door was shut, the outer wooden screen door, fully off of its hinges, lay propped up right next to it. 

"Oh, hell no," she said, shaking her head. "I'm not eating at this place."

However, just as she was about to get back in her car, she glanced right next to the diner. She was surprised to see a good-sized plot of land off to its side. She walked over, took a second look, and was surprised even more.

In the large space, were rows and rows of fresh fruits and vegetables planted in the rich soil. 

Eve's mouth began to water as she saw rows of fresh spinach, peas, green beans, cucumbers and plump tomatoes, alongside ripe, luscious strawberries and blueberries. To the side, she saw rows of lettuce, along with sweet potatoes and collard greens. In the back were several stalks of what looked like fresh, sweet corn. She grew giddy at all the fresh produce.

Her hunger overtaking her, she went back to her car and got her briefcase and purse. "I guess I'll give this place a try," she said as she started up what was left of the steps.

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Jolene heard the tinkle of the bell above the door and instinctively turned to see who walked in. She tilted her head at the striking black woman that strode inside and stopped at the front counter.

The curvy woman wore a chic navy pantsuit, with four-inch navy and white stiletto heels. Her white silk blouse was opened to the middle button, showing just a hint of a lacy black bra. Her makeup, in pretty gold and bronze tones, had been skillfully applied and her nails were mid-length and decorated in an artful French manicure. 

She wore elegant, yet tasteful gold jewelry, had an expensive handbag slung over her shoulder and a matching briefcase in her hand. As she waited to be seated, she reached into her purse, pulled out her BlackBerry and began to tap on the keys.

But more impressive than the woman's wardrobe and accoutrements was her natural beauty.

Her dark mocha skin, smooth and luminous, gleamed in the intense heat. Her jet-black hair was cropped, leaving soft curls that kissed the nape of her neck. Her full, rounded breasts strained against her blouse and jacket. Her hips were curvy and her thighs were thick and luscious. The woman was elegant and graceful and had a businesslike quality that unearthed in Jolene a distinct sense of pride.

Jolene felt her palms begin to sweat as she studied the beautiful woman. Quickly, she shoved her order pad in her apron pocket, wiped her hands on her skirt and went to the front counter.

"Hi," Jolene said. "Welcome to Archie's. Can I get you a table?"

The woman smiled with pretty white teeth, sending a jolt through Jolene. "That'd be nice," the woman said. "Thanks."

"Follow me."

Jolene scanned the room for Archie. Lucky for her, he was in deep in conversation with the sheriff and the deputy. She led the woman all the way to a small table at the opposite corner of the diner, right by the women's restroom, just out of his sight.

"Is here okay?" Jolene asked, her heart beginning to pound at the woman's beauty.

"Here's just fine," the woman said as she put her jacket onto the back of the chair. She set her briefcase and purse in the other chair and slid smoothly into her seat.

Jolene stood there for a moment, lost in the woman's deep brown eyes. Then she snapped back to the present. "Well, let me get you a menu."

The woman plucked a menu from the holder on the table. "Here's one here."

"Oh yeah, right," Jolene said, her voice cracking with nerves. "Anyway, I'll be back to take your order shortly."

"No need. I know what I want. I saw the fresh vegetables outside, so I want a salad."

"A salad? Sure," Jolene said, taking out her pad and writing it down.

"Yeah," the woman said, checking her watch. "It's a bit late for breakfast, so I'll have an early lunch, so a salad's fine." Then the woman grinned. "After that, however, I want a bacon cheeseburger and fries."

"A salad, a bacon cheeseburger and an order of fries. Got it," Jolene smiled. "Coming right up."

~~~

Eve stared at the petite honey-brown young woman as she walked away, and was taken aback at her ravishing beauty. 

The girl looked to be in her early twenties and was slender and lean. Though her uniform was tattered at the edges, it was neat, clean and had been carefully ironed. 

She also noticed the girl's natural beauty. She had soft, honey-brown skin and no makeup, not that she needed it since her skin was clear and radiant. Her dark hair was done up in thin braids that had been pulled back into a long ponytail. Her uniform fit like a glove, hugging her slight curves. Her skirt was short, showing off lengthy, sturdy brown legs.

She caught the girl's forlorn expression as she hustled around the counter, and back and forth to the kitchen. "You don't belong here," Eve mused as she watched the girl's hurried movements.

Eve kept her eyes on the girl, oblivious to the rest of the diner. "Let's see where this goes," she said as she settled into her seat.

~~~

A few minutes later, Jolene came back with both a glass of ice water and a glass of sweet iced tea. She placed them gingerly on the table. "It's pretty hot outside, so here's a cool drink of water. Or sweet tea if you want it." Suddenly nervous at the attraction that was growing in her, she turned to leave.

Eve spoke quickly, before Jolene had a chance to scurry away. "Thanks, but what's your name?" Eve asked.

Jolene turned back around. "Huh?"

"Your name. What's your name? You're not wearing a name tag."

"Oh," Jolene said, embarrassed. "I usually wear one, but I couldn't find it this morning. Anyway, my name's Jolene."

Eve smiled. "Jolene," she said, luxuriating in every syllable. That's a pretty name."

"Thanks. It's Hebrew. It means 'God will increase.'" She looked around at her modest circumstances. "I guess I'm still waiting on that one." 

Eve smirked. "Don't worry. I'm sure your time is coming. Anyway, my name's Eve."

"Nice to meet you, Eve." Not wanting to break the contact, Jolene decided to try her luck. She looked into Eve's dark, sultry brown eyes again. "So...what brings you to town?"

"I'm a producer. I'm here scouting a location for a TV show." 

Jolene's eyes grew wide. "Producer? You mean Hollywood?"

Eve chuckled. "Yeah, Hollywood. You ever been there?"

Jolene shook her head. "Never been out of Edgerrin. But I will someday."

"Good for you. You seem like a bright young woman. You deserve to have everything you want in life."

Jolene blushed. "Thanks." Then she paused. "That's the first time I ever heard someone say something like that to me. Besides my family, of course."

Eve pointed in the direction of the garden. "What's with the vegetables outside? I seriously doubt that Archie's responsible for that. Was that you?"

Jolene beamed. "Yep. That was my idea. No need of bein' in the country and not planting a few things."

"Very smart. You like to garden?"

"Yeah, and I'm a pretty good cook too. But he doesn't let me anywhere near the kitchen. But I guess that's okay. It's too hot back there anyway."

"Archie?"

Jolene motioned over to the overweight man. "Yeah, him. Anyway, I've been here a year, ever since graduation, and I haven't cooked yet."

Eve paused. "Wait. So how old are you?"

"Nineteen. Graduated from high school last year. You?"

Eve laughed, surprised she'd missed Jolene's age by that much. She cringed at her true age, twenty-six. "Let's just say that I'm older than you. Significantly."

Jolene laughed. Then she looked at Archie again. He was still occupied with the sheriff and the deputy. "Let me go get your order. I'll be right back."

Jolene hurried into the kitchen and, conveniently disobeying Archie's orders, cooked Eve's meal herself. She used the utmost care, making the plate of food the best she'd ever prepared. 

Just as she was finished cooking, Alice sidled up next to her. "You know, you really don't belong here," she whispered. "You're much too good for this place."

"Thanks," Jolene said softly.

"Anyway," Alice said, nodding toward Eve, "you want me to keep ol' Archie busy while you finish entertainin' your...your lady friend?"

Jolene nodded. "Please?"

Alice picked up the phone, dialed quickly then waited. "Hey, Mona," she barked into the receiver. "Tell Bobby Lee and Billy Joe to get on down here to Archie's. The sheriff and his deputy are here and I wanna hear some more of them fishing stories they got there."

Alice put her hand on the receiver. "That'll keep ol' Archie busy for a good little while," she whispered. "So go have fun!"

Jolene smiled as she took the plates and brought them to Eve. She watched silently as Eve devoured the salad, then went right in for the cheeseburger. 

"This is great," Eve said between bites. "Tell the cook this is good."

"I cooked it," Jolene said proudly. "I said I could cook, so there you go."

"Thanks!" 

As Eve continued eating, Jolene suddenly wanted to know more about the mocha goddess in front of her. "So what do you do in Hollywood, again?" Jolene asked as she stood there, shifting from one foot to the other.

"I produce a TV show for a cable network."

Jolene was intrigued. "What kind of show?"

Eve leaned in close. "I do a show for women."

"Oh, like the Lifetime Channel."

Eve smirked. "No, not quite."

"Like what, then?"

Eve's voice was curiously low. "Ever hear of The L Word?"

Jolene blushed. "The show about the...um...girls?"

"Yeah," Eve nodded, looking at her carefully. "The show about the girls."

"Yeah, I've seen it." Then Jolene frowned. "Not a lot of sistahs on that show."

"Not really," Eve smirked as she leaned back in her chair. She took a sip of water. "Then hopefully you watch my show, Pledges?"

Jolene gasped. Then she looked around for Archie. Thankfully, he was still at the front entertaining the sheriff and the deputy. She slid into the chair across from Eve. 

"You do 'Pledges'?" Jolene asked. "The show about the black sorority? I watch that show every week," she whispered excitedly.

Eve laughed. "Yeah. So do a lot of people."

"How does a show like that get on the air? You know it's about...um...you know."

"Lesbians?" Eve winked. "Yeah, well, it started as an online series. You get the Internet out here?"

"Yeah, but we don't have a computer. Cable's all we got."

"We?"

"Me and Grammie," Jolene answered, suddenly noticing the slight crinkle underneath Eve's eyes when she smiled.

"Grammie? You mean, your grandmother?"

"Yeah. She's seventy-one and just can't live alone."

"What about your mom?" Eve asked.

"She died a year ago," Jolene said softly, holding back her tears. "Cancer."

Eve gasped. "I'm so sorry to hear that," she said as she reached out and took Jolene's hand.

Though the pain of her mother's death shot through Jolene, as it always did, she was warmed by Eve's touch. Smiling, she decided to go with the warm feelings. "Tell me more about your show."

"Well, I heard about an amazing black lesbian author named Stephanie Rose and I became a huge fan of all her short stories. When she wrote the Pledges online series, I immediately thought it'd make a great show for cable. I contacted her, and made her an offer she couldn't refuse. She wrote the scripts for us and we started production for an Internet show less than a year later. When the Internet series became a huge hit, we got picked up by the cable network, and it's been smooth sailing ever since." 

Eve's face fell a bit. "Trouble is, season one was a huge success. The best numbers for any show on that network, ever. But season two, which we're shooting in a few months, and I'm scouting locations for now, is in jeopardy."

Jolene was confused. "Why's that?"

"The network claims that our show costs too much," Eve said, looking sad. "It's bullshit, but it's hard trying to go up against such a huge machine like that network. We have tons of fans all over the world, and a huge online presence, but they don't want to pony up the extra money to make the next season even better. So now I'm here in Tennessee, looking to see if I can move the show here. I landed in Memphis a couple of days ago, and I've been looking at locations from there all the way to Nashville. I want to stay in Los Angeles, but it's so expensive to shoot there that I may have to sacrifice that."

Jolene couldn't hide her feelings for this lovely and smart woman. "Well, if I had the money, I'd give it to you for your show."

Eve's face softened. "That's such a nice thing to say."

"I like to help people I care about." Then she blushed. The words had tumbled out before she could stop them.

"You care about me?"

Jolene couldn't answer that. "I also care about my Grammie," she said, deflecting the attention. "If I could afford it, I'd put her up in a really nice house. She loves the water, so I'd get her a house where she can see it every day."

"And what about you?" Eve asked gently. "What would you do for you?"

Jolene was struck that a perfect stranger was interested in her life. Thankfully, she'd already decided what she really wanted to do. In fact, thanks to her mom and Grammie's instruction, she'd known since the third grade.

"I'd go to culinary school," she said proudly.

"Culinary school?" Then Eve pointed to her empty plate, having wolfed down everything on it. "Well, you certainly have a natural talent! That food was excellent!"

"Thanks!" Jolene blushed. "Mom and Grammie taught me everything I know!"

"And you learned well. And after culinary school, then what?"

"Then I'd start my own restaurant," she continued. "Right here in Tennessee." 

Jolene grinned, elated to finally tell someone other than a family member about her dreams. And that fact made her want to know even more about Eve.

"So tell me more about this show," Jolene said. "The show about the...the..."

"Lesbians?"

Jolene looked down at her hands and noticed them trembling. Unable to speak, she just nodded.

"You seem very interested in...lesbians?"

Jolene turned a deep red. Is it that obvious? she wondered. Could she tell how hard I was looking at her?

In the next moment, Jolene reached way down and got some backbone. "So are you if you're doing a TV show about them." Then she took a deep breath. "So are you a...a...well, you know?"

Eve laughed. "You're pretty forward."

Jolene blushed even harder. "Sorry."

Eve placed her hand on Jolene's. "Well, today's your lucky day. I just happen to be a...well, you know."

Jolene grew warmer at Eve's touch. "Really?"

"Really." Eve stroked her hand. "And what about you? Are you a...well, you know?"

Jolene gasped. Though she enjoyed the hot kisses she'd shared with GinaLynn Norwood in the stairwell between the third and fourth floors of their high school, that proved to be a one-time only event. And even though Gina never mentioned it again afterward, it didn't stop Jolene from dreaming about it every night since. She blushed as she thought about Gina's smooth, toffee-colored skin and soft lips and how much more she wanted to do to her if she had the chance.

"Let me get you something for dessert," Jolene said, needing a reprieve from the erotic tension she felt. She took Eve's plate, got up and went to the counter to slice a piece of sweet potato pie.

As she cut the slice, Jolene looked at the doorway. Archie was still trying to impress the sheriff. A few minutes later, she saw Alice open the door to let in the boys. In the next instant, she watched as Alice quietly and gently turned the Open sign to "Closed." Then Alice winked at her and went to sit with the men.

Once they were occupied, Jolene went back to Eve's table and set down the small plate of dessert. She eyed Eve carefully, looking for some sort of sign of attraction.

Eve lifted her eyes and caught Jolene's gaze. Almost immediately, Jolene sensed a camaraderie with this woman, and a deep sense of the companionship they could have. 

Jolene decided to test the waters. "I don't know much about...well, you know," she said in a low voice. "But there's a lot I want to learn." Then Jolene held her breath and waited.

She didn't have to wait long. Eve looked her straight in the eye. "I could teach you."

In an instant, Jolene made her move. "Come on," she said, hurrying from the other side of the table. She took Eve's hand and led her to the women's restroom. Once inside, she locked the door, pulled Eve close and planted a sizzling-hot kiss on Eve's lips.




Priceless



Every single one of Jolene's senses exploded at the sight, sound, touch, taste and feel of this beautiful woman. She closed her eyes, wrapping herself in the lustful moment, and moaned against Eve's soft lips. Her mouth was clean and fresh, but hot and steamy all at the same time and Jolene unabashedly took her tongue and slid it deep inside.

"You're so bad, baby," Eve grinned when they caught their breath. "So, so bad!"

Jolene wrapped her arms even tighter around Eve's waist, pressing her body full against her new lover. Eve's scent invaded Jolene's very being, and she reveled in the fresh rose fragrance.

Their kisses grew in intensity and Jolene was enveloped in a heightened sense of sensuality and passion. Her head began to spin as she felt Eve's hands roaming all over her body, grasping, pulling and tugging at her clothes.

"We need to take these off," Eve said, matter-of-factly.

Taking control, Eve pushed her into the last stall and shut the door. Hold still," Eve said as she knelt before Jolene. Eve reached up, underneath Jolene's skirt, and pulled down her panties.

"I'm keeping these," Eve chuckled as she tucked them into her pants pocket. Then she slid her hands up Jolene's thighs, until she cupped her full, taut ass.

"Ohhh," Jolene sighed. Eve's touch was light, but sure, and Jolene's heart started to race.

To Jolene's surprise, Eve pressed forward and placed her lips right on Jolene's pussy. "Mmmm," Eve moaned, as she stroked the soft, smooth skin with her lips and fingers. She then snaked out her tongue to get a taste of Jolene's warm, sweet honey.

"Oh God!" Jolene exclaimed at the wet, wiggling sensations coursing through her. "That feels so good!" she hissed.

Eve drank deeply from Jolene's erotic well. She licked and sucked the hot nectar that flowed from her core. Her lips, tongue and fingers were busy, touching and teasing her lover into a frenzied, passionate state.

Low moans continued to escape from Jolene's lips. "Oh God, Eve! Oh yes, baby!" Every nerve in her body was on fire, threatening to consume her in a blazing-hot inferno.

Eve flicked her tongue even faster. "Hurry, baby!" she urged as she took long laps at Jolene's wet pinkness. 

Jolene's moans increased in intensity as she gripped the back of Eve's head and pressed it against her pussy. Jolene rotated her hips, then began to buck them back and forth as her body began to tremble.

"Let me taste it," Eve said seductively, "Let me taste that hot, sticky juice!"

"Oh God," Jolene groaned. Everything she'd ever dreamed of was coming true. A beautiful, sexy, wanton woman was giving her all of the pleasure she'd ever desired. The thought of finally getting what she'd always dreamed of gave her a heady feeling.

Eve licked even harder, trying to draw out the young woman's climax. "Give it to me, honey! Now, now!"

Jolene threw her head back, lost in the exquisite sensations coursing through her body. "Ohhhh," she moaned at Eve's swift licks and nips to her swollen gem. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

"Cum for me, baby," Eve breathed. "Cum for me, sweet baby!"

"Yessss!" Jolene cried out at the erotic vibrations that began deep inside of her and consumed her entire body. "Ahhh!" she called out as her body tensed, then exploded into an exquisitely carnal bliss.

Finally, Eve had drunk every drop of Jolene's sweet nectar. She planted a soft kiss on Jolene's pussy and stood up. She pulled Jolene into a warm embrace, comforting the trembling woman until she gently calmed down.

Several minutes later, without a word, Eve slipped out the door, leaving Jolene to catch her breath alone. 

When Jolene was able to compose her self, she looked in the mirror and smiled. Her reflection was suddenly calmer, brighter. She straightened her uniform, smoothed down the incriminating wrinkles, and left the bathroom.

As she walked to the counter, she tensed up as she looked for Archie. Her shoulders relaxed as she found him still in the same place. She went to the cash register, her eyes now on Eve.

Eve gathered up her jacket, purse and briefcase and coolly walked up to the register. She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. "How much?"

"It's on the house."

"No, I have to pay you something. I don't want you to get in trouble."

"All right. Five bucks. For everything."

Eve slid a black American Express card over the counter. "And I want to make sure I leave a tip for you," she winked.

Jolene bristled. "You trying to pay me?"

Eve held up her hands. "No! I was just..."

Jolene nodded, embarrassed for thinking such a thing. "Of course you weren't." She toyed with the keys on the cash register, trying to draw out their time together. "Well, about the tip, it's not like I'd get it anyway. Archie doesn't give us our tips off of credit cards."

Eve looked shocked. "What? That's illegal. You should report him!"

"The sheriff? That's Archie's brother, so lotta good that'll do me. Anyway, our credit card machine's broken, so that's that."

"Damn. Guess that takes care of that. Thank goodness I've got cash." She opened the next compartment on her wallet. "Oh shit."

"What?"

"I only have enough cash for the bill. Six singles."

Jolene shrugged. "Not too many people leave tips anyway."

Eve handed the bills to Jolene. "So that means I've only got a dollar for your tip. Sorry." Eve looked around the diner. "So you're really in a bad situation here, huh?"

Jolene shrugged, trying to hide her disappointment at Eve's leaving. "Not forever. Just for now."

"Well here's my number," Eve said as she pulled out her business card and gave it to Jolene. "And give me your number."

Jolene pulled out her order pad, wrote her number on the back of one of the tickets and handed it to Eve.

Eve smiled as she put it in her pocket. "Thanks. Well, about the tip, I'm sorry I couldn't give you more. But make sure to take that dollar and do something special. Buy a lottery ticket, even," she joked. "Seems like today's your lucky day!"

"Well, thanks for everything," Jolene said wistfully. She wasn't sure if she'd ever see Eve again and it made her somewhat sad.

"What are you thanking me for?" Eve asked as she started for the front door. "You're the one who made my day."

"No," Jolene whispered as she fondled the business card. "Thank you. Thank you for giving me something to look forward to."

She tucked the card in her pocket and gave Eve a small, barely perceptible wave as she walked out of the diner, and possibly out of her life forever. 

For several long moments afterward, Jolene watched the door, wondering what might have been, and fought back a storm of hot, sorrowful tears.

~~~

Late that night, after her shift, and without a car, Jolene walked the two-mile trek back to her grandmother's house. Just before she got to her house, she passed the local gas station on the corner. Following a hunch, she went inside, walked past the thin man behind the counter and looked at the brightly-lit lottery display.

The week's grand prize for the Magical Millions lottery was one hundred and eighty million dollars.

On an impulse, she pulled out her dollar bill, set it on the counter and pointed to the lottery machine. "Give me one of those tickets, please."

"What numbers you want?" he asked in a gravely voice.

Jolene thought for a moment. What numbers should I pick? 

Then a thought hit her: Why not birthdays?

"All right," she began. "Three for my birthday. Twelve for Grammie's. Twenty-seven for Mom's, bless her soul, and eighteen for Auntie Millicent's. 

"One more," he said, punching the buttons on the lottery machine. 

"One more?" But which one? Ten for Auntie Ruth or Thirty for Uncle Randall?

She quickly decided in favor of Girl Power. "Give me number ten for Auntie Ruth."

"And the bonus number?" he asked.

She smiled. "Seven. Today was my lucky day."

~~~

"I need you to come back in tonight, Jolene. And I don't want any arguments!"

That Saturday night, Jolene lay on her couch, drifting off to sleep in front of the TV. Her feet were on fire, her back was sore and her head throbbed after her long shift. Having only laid down for a couple of hours or so, the phone had jolted her out of her nap. She'd run to answer it before her grandmother was woken up.

She looked at the clock. It was ten minutes after eleven. "The restaurant's closed, Archie! What the heck you want me back down there for?"

"I need you to help me with some...inventory." 

"I'm about to get into bed, Archie. Can't I do this in the morning?"

"Jolene? I'll be here for thirty minutes. If you're not down here, don't even bother coming in tomorrow. Or ever!"

Jolene thought about trying to find another job, given the current economy of Edgerrin. Making up her mind, she took a deep breath. "All right."

"Good. And wear that short skirt I got you," he said, breathing heavily into the phone. "Them legs you got is so, so sexy!"

She jumped as he slammed the phone down in her ear. Slowly she got up off the couch and went to put on her coat. As she was shrugging her arm in the sleeve, she heard a voice from the television.

"And the first number, ladies and gentlemen, is...Three!"

Jolene froze. Then, coming to her senses, she ran to her purse in the kitchen, pulled out her ticket and ran back into the living room. She sat perched on the edge of her couch watching the spotty reception on her 13-inch TV screen. Adjusting herself on the tattered fabric in order to get more comfortable, she winced as one of the springs poked her in the bottom. Ignoring the sharp pain, she looked down at the ticket in her hand.

"Hey," she smiled. "Three? I got that one. Cool!"

The glamorous pecan-colored model on the television screen plucked the next white ping-pong ball from one of the two machines on the stage. "And the second number is...Eighteen!"

Jolene looked at her ticket. "I got that one too."

The model held up the next white ball. "And the third number is...Twenty-seven!"

Jolene tilted her head. "That one too? Wow!" Beaming, she remembered from the Magical Millions lottery brochure she'd taken home, that matching three numbers automatically netted her twenty dollars. "Wow!" 

The model smiled as she glanced at the next white ball. "And the fourth number is...Twelve!"

"That was your birthday, Grammie! Thank you!" Jolene yelled. She was now barely on the edge of the couch. Her mind began to spin. Could it be? Could this really be happening to someone like her?

The model's smile grew even brighter as she held up the next white ball. "And the final number is...Ten!"

Jolene's heart nearly leapt out of her chest. "Oh my God! I won! I won!" she yelled, leaping into the air. Because she had matched five numbers, she knew she'd just won one hundred thousand dollars.

The model then turned to the machine on her left where there was a spinning collection of royal-blue ping-pong balls. In an instant, one of the balls shot up to the top, and the model pulled it out. 

"And the Magical Millions mystery number is..."

Jolene froze in place as she watched the model turn the ball toward the television. "Oh my Lord..." 

"...Seven!"

Jolene clutched her chest. Then she screamed as loud as she could.

"OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!" She jumped up and down. "I won! I really won!"

Suddenly afraid she'd wake up her grandmother, she quieted down. But she quickly went out to their backyard, kicked off her slippers and danced around the soft grass. "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Then the rhythm hit her and she started doing the "Uh Oh" dance she'd seen her favorite singer, Beyonce, doing all those years ago.

Then a thought hit her and she was filled with glee.

She looked toward the sky and screamed at the top of her lungs. "Kiss my ass, Archie Dunbar!"

~~~

Jolene's next several weeks were filled with a collection of attorneys, financial planners, accountants. She also signed more documents than she'd ever had in her life. 

The sole winner of the jackpot, she turned down the twenty-year annuity option in favor of receiving a lump-sum cash payment. Now the proud owner of one hundred and twenty-six million after-tax dollars, she set out to redo her life as she saw fit.

The first thing she did was buy a brand-new cell phone. Once the news of her winnings got out, the house phone had been ringing off the hook so bad, disturbing Grammie's sleep, that she'd had it disconnected immediately.

Then came the late model used car, and a new wardrobe.

Next, in the first of many meetings with her financial team, she made sure that her Grammie was taken care of, setting her up with a generous bank account to provide for her every need. She also hired two of Grammie's younger church members to serve as her live-in nurse and cook. Finally, she purchased a new house for her right on Rosewood Lake, just outside of Nashville. She even made sure Grammie's new master bedroom had a great view of the calming waters. 

Jolene also set up various trusts and investments for herself and the rest of her relatives, insuring that they'd never be broke, as was the fate for many other lottery winners and their families.

Next, she sent an anonymous check to the cashier at the gas station who sold her the ticket. She then sent a generous check to Alice with a note that read, "Take that job and shove it!"

Next, she donated part of her winnings to renovate her old high school and elementary school, and set up scholarships at each. She also donated funds to renovate the town's library, which included installing Internet access for the residents. 

She then used her brand-new laptop computer to scout out culinary schools. After a whirlwind application process, she was accepted into her first-choice school, located in a brand-new city. Excited, she quickly found a new apartment in the city, shipped her belongings and made her final plans to leave Tennessee.

Just before she left, on a whim, she decided to use a portion of her winnings to buy the rickety structure known as Archie's Diner. "Wait'll he finds out," she chuckled as she signed the final real estate documents. "I wish I could be there to see it!"

Once all of her affairs were in order, she took a mini vacation in order to complete the last item on her agenda. Bundled up in a soft, fluffy robe in the penthouse suite of a swanky Nashville hotel, she tapped the keys on her new laptop. 

"Now, I finally get to really take care of me," she said as she typed as fast as she could, conducting the most important Internet search of her life.

~~~

"Eve? There's someone here to see you."

Annoyed, Eve looked up from the thick stack of papers on her desk. "Who is it?" she barked to the feminine voice on intercom.

Her assistant, Jackie, answered. "She says it's personal."

Eve took off her reading glasses. For the past two months, having little else to occupy her time and missing Jolene with every fiber in her body, Eve had buried herself in her work. 

She'd tried to call Jolene the very evening they'd met, and the next, but Grammie had told her she wasn't back from work yet. She dared not call the diner, so she decided to wait. A few days later, she was back in Los Angeles and still hadn't heard from her. Not wanting to wait any longer, Eve tried her home number again, but the phone had suddenly been disconnected. Unable to reach Jolene, and not having heard from her, Eve's patience had worn thin. Last week, she'd even made a trip back to Edgerrin, only to find the diner closed and boarded up.

"I'm pretty busy here," Eve snapped, her mind not only on Jolene, but on how to get season two of Pledges underway and under budget. "If she won't tell you her name, I'm not sure I even have time to see her."

A moment passed, then Jackie came back on the line. "She says it's about...Edgerrin?"

A slow smile spread across Eve's face as she got up from her desk. "Show her in."

A moment later, The door opened and Eve caught her breath at the beauty before her.

With a confident stride, the young woman entered the room. She wore a sharp navy pantsuit with a matching pair of four-inch Jimmy Choo stilettos. Her thin braids had been unraveled, leaving a wild wavy mass of hair. However, wanting a more businesslike appearance, she'd pulled back her tresses into a ponytail that had a bushy, wavy pouf at the end. She wore elegant jewelry and artfully applied makeup. She had an oversized leather handbag slung over her shoulder.

"Glad to see me?" Jolene asked with a wry grin.

"Baby!" Eve ran to her and embraced her in a warm hug. "I missed you so much. I never thought I'd see you again!"

Then Eve pulled back. "Look at you! You look..."

"Fantastic?"

"Yeah. You look like a true corporate diva! But you looked great before. Anyway, what's been going on? And why are you in Los Angeles?"

Jolene was cool. "May I have a seat?"

Eve suddenly found herself flustered. "Sure." She pulled out one of the chairs at her desk. "Have a seat."

Jolene sat and crossed her legs. She now had an undeniable confidence, which translated into an immense sex appeal. She was sure of herself, poised and elegant. However, she hadn't lost any of her youthful appearance, nor any of her Southern charm. Eve found the new Jolene to be incredibly appealing.

Eve watched her carefully as she took a seat behind her desk. "How can I help you?" Eve asked.

Jolene smoothed back her ponytail. "I want to repay you."

"For?"

"For saving my life."

Eve frowned. "I don't understand."

Jolene took a deep breath. "When we met, I was a poor waitress in a shitty diner in rural Tennessee. And you saved me."

"I still don't understand."

"Well...that tip you left me? That dollar?"

"Yeah?" Eve said slowly.

Jolene leaned forward. "Well...I bought a lottery ticket."

Several beats passed. Eve blinked, understanding suddenly coming to her. "You don't mean..."

"Yeah!" Jolene squealed, temporarily abandoning her cool, business-like demeanor. "I won!"

"Oh honey, that's fantastic!" Then Eve's eyes softened. "I couldn't think of a better person that it happened to."

"Thanks. But I have something for you."

Jolene reached into her handbag. She pulled out an envelope and handed it to Eve. "Here. I'm just sorry it took so long, but I had a lot of stuff that had to be worked out first."

Eve opened the envelope, pulled out the slip of paper and gasped. "Oh my God!"

"That's my gift to you," Jolene beamed. "That's for everything you'd done for me that day. And I mean everything!" 

Eve's hand trembled as she held the piece of paper. "Five million dollars?" Eve was floored. "This is a cashier's check for five million dollars?"

"It's for your television show," Jolene said proudly. "For Pledges." Then she paused. "The show about the lesbians. Us lesbians," she added with a wink.

"Oh my God!" She grabbed Jolene's hand and squeezed hard. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" She stared at the check for several long moments, until Jolene's words sank in. "Wait. You said 'us lesbians'? So you mean..."

Jolene grinned. "Yep! We'z family now!"

The two women cracked up laughing. Then they settled down and stared at each other. Eve felt a protectiveness well up in her for this bright, surprising, generous young woman. Her feelings quickly growing out of control, she tried to calm herself.

"Well, what about you?" Eve asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "What are you going to do now?" A tinge of fear gripped Eve's heart when she realized that with all of her fortune, Jolene was free to walk right out of her office and go explore the world. 

Jolene wore a bright smile. "First, I'm goin' to culinary school. And while I'm there, I'm gonna open up my own restaurant."

Eve held her breath, not wanting to ask her next question. "Sounds great!" she said with more glee than she felt. "That must mean that you're going back to Tennessee?"




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Jolene twirled a random strand of her thick, poufy ponytail. "Noooo..."

Eve got up from her desk and knelt beside Jolene's chair. "Let me guess," Eve said softly. "You're going to study in Paris?"

Jolene giggled. "Noooo..."

Eve pressed close to Jolene's neck. She held her breath as the realization began to set in. "In Miami?"

"No, but you're getting warmer..."

Eve flicked out her tongue and gently swiped Jolene's earlobe. Then she nipped and nuzzled the soft flesh. "How about New York?"

Jolene shivered at the delicate touch. "Getting warmer...."

"Let me guess," Eve breathed in Jolene's ear. Needing the erotic contact, she slid her hand underneath Jolene's blouse and cupped her firm breast. She fondled the rigid nipple. "You're going to culinary school right here in Los Angeles? To be with me?"

"Bingo," Jolene sighed as she closed her eyes. "I love you Eve. I love what you did for me and I just can't be without you, sweetheart. I never want to be without you."

"I missed you so much, baby," Eve exhaled as she pressed her lips to Jolene's. "I love you too and I need you to be with me always."

Eve released Jolene's breast, slid her hand through Jolene's hair, pulled her tight and devoured her soft, full lips for what seemed like an eternity; tasting, touching and teasing her sweet flesh.

"And thank you, baby," Jolene replied pulling back, as she took a much-needed breath.

"For?" Eve asked, drawing back closer to nuzzle her neck again.

Jolene looked deep into Eve's eyes before responding. 

"For saving my life."



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Everyone wants to be in love don't they?

You get that euphoric warm and fuzzy feeling while your stomach flip-flops when you see or even think about that special someone in your life. Your palms start to sweat, your heart skips a beat, and your blood pressure gets dangerously high. Sound like you're coming down with something doesn't it? You are, and it's called love.

At this point, your fragile mental balance is directly affected by your emotions and physical state, which seems to change by the hour. And if you think it's only women that this happens to, you're terribly wrong. Even the most macho of guys feel at least a few of those symptoms when they're truly in love. 

But, with a guy it gets a lot more complicated. There is this inherent primal competitiveness for his selective mate, which is directed by a gene that drives him to mate and reproduce. And I think God, in his infinite wisdom, made it something that even the most primitive of men would enjoy. Think about it, if mating weren't so damn pleasurable, would you want to do it all the time? 

I once read an article written by some psychologist who stated that there are three types of love. Sex love which you can basically call 'lust love.' Romantic love the likes of which I wrote about above. And finally, the love in which you have this strong and deep attachment for your partner. To me, this last one sounds like number two, but hell I'm no expert. But what he said is that it all boils down to is, if there isn't sexual satisfaction in a relationship, there isn't going to be a long lasting relationship as one of the two is going to eventually look elsewhere to satisfy his needs or her needs - in one fashion or another. Hell I wasn't worried about that, I'd never had a complaint before and if needed, I could always pop a little blue pill and last the entire night. 

No matter, when you're in love, life is wonderful, as you seem to walk on air. It's like one of those commercials where the costs of certain things like dinner, flowers and a card are all added up. But in the end it calls, "the love of your wife PRICELESS!" It's cute and even something like that makes you smile.

Now, let us go to the dark side. The opposite of love is hate or a facsimile there of. They say there is a fine line between love and hate and right now I know what they're talking about. As with love, your blood pressure also goes up and your heart pounds in your chest, but instead of doing flip-flops your stomach tightens up into a ball. Your body temperature rises and you feel the burn, both physically and mentally. At that point however, life is not good and you sure as hell aren't walking on air. 

Right now I'm somewhere in the middle. I still love my wife Carol, but I'd still like to put my hands around her throat and choke the life out of her at the same time for what she's put us through. The only logical reason I think she did it was because she thought she could get away with it and if she got caught, well I'd forgive her. And besides, as she put it, we weren't even married yet at the time. I'd like to say she couldn't be that stupid but in fact I think she is. But now I've got the monumental task of trying to make sense of what she did and figure a way to move on or travel down a different path.

Our life together started out like ten thousand other college couples around the country on any given Friday night. A party that we both attended, and one in which the two of us got a little out of control.

My name is Steve Moore and although I've already graduated from college; it never stops me from attending a college party or two. Friday was the day before Home Coming and there must have been fifty parties going on both on and off campus. Two friends of mine, who were on the six-year college plan, invited me over to their place for what they said would be a real blow out. They were renting a four-bedroom house so they said if I got too hammered I'd have a place to crash. 

It started somewhere around eight and by ten o'clock I was feeling no pain. I remembered watching the chugging contest, five guys and five girls, and I'm not sure, but somehow I got roped into it. I don't know if I won or lost, because the next thing I knew I was waking up in a strange bed and I wasn't alone.

My body immediately started paying me back for last night so I knew I was still alive but someone must have taken a dump into my open mouth because that's what it tasted like. Even though my head was pounding and it hurt to even open my eyes I had to see who or what was in bed with me. I looked and then thanked dear Jesus for my good fortune. Blonde hair, I assumed blue eyes, and a fantastic body no less was lying naked next to me. When I moved slightly she snuggled in even tighter. It was like having a big warm puppy next to you in bed but much better. I must have raised up the blanket four or five times, memorizing exactly what she looked like. Too bad my cell phone was out of reach because I knew my memory wasn't going to do her justice. Hell, I didn't even mind the little trail of drool coming out the side of her mouth and collecting on my chest.

To this day how I got unconnected from her without waking her I'll never know but I did. She then just grabbed my pillow and hugged it instead of me. I know I'm a guy but I had to take one more look especially at that nice ass of hers. This time my cell did the honors.

"Keith," I softly yelled at my friend who also was entertaining some young thing in his bed.

"Hey man, what time is it?"

"I don't have a clue. All I want to know, is who is the girl in bed with me?"

"You got a girl?" He was a big help. I told him to go back to sleep.

I hit the bathroom and even rinsed my mouth with the mouthwash I found in the bathroom. I was starting to feel human again. I snuck back in, climbed back under the covers, moved in close, wrapped myself back around her and waited. She was soft, warm and her nipples were reacting to my touch as I lightly raked my fingertips over her left one. 

She stirred and then started to come awake. I faked being asleep

"Holly shit," I heard her whisper to herself as she looked around and found out she wasn't in Kansas anymore. She raised up the blanket and must have noticed she was naked with one of my legs wedged in between hers. I was laughing on the inside but I kept my eyes shut, only grabbing a peek every once in a while. Lying on her back, she tried to pull her legs away from mine but I wasn't done having fun just yet. I snorted and rolled over almost back on top of her, making sure I had my arm around her waist. I was enjoying this immensely. I let it go on for a few more seconds before moving my right hand up to her left breast. I couldn't hold it back anymore as I heard mouthed, "oh my God."

I don't know if she heard me snicker or felt me start to laugh but I did feel a punch to my side and the word ass spoken.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Probably about twenty minutes," I replied.

"And you've been feeling me up all this time?"

"Nope, just watching you sleep. Do you know you drool when you sleep?"

"I do not!" she said indignantly. "I do not drool!"

"Do you want to see the pictures?"

"You better not have taken any pictures of me or so help me I'll..." she started yelling.

"Don't worry, what kind of asshole do you think I am?"

"The kind that takes advantage of a drunken girl, that's what kind."

"Look, the first time I saw you was about a half hour ago. You were the one hanging on to me. How we ended up in the same bed together is still a little sketchy. To tell you the truth though, I don't remember much past ten thirty last night. Besides, as drunk as I was last night, I don't think I was even capable of doing what we're both are wondering at this very moment. And if we did, I don't remember but I'm sure I wasn't wearing a condom." She wasn't looking too happy at the moment.

"Look, my name is Steve Moore for what it's worth. And you are?"

"Carol, and that's all you need to know right now. I don't know how this happened? I was with two of my girl friends last night and I know they wouldn't have just left me here." She was getting more than a little worried.

"Does one of your friends have short red hair?"

"Yes," she said a little hesitantly.

"Put something on and follow me."

Three minutes later we found the first of her two other friends, in Keith's bed."

"Connie, what the hell are you going?" she said pulling on her friend's arm who wasn't moving.

"Leave me alone," she started to say but before she could finish she jumped up and ran for the bathroom. I swear I think she hocked up a lung or kidney by the sound of it. She was still in there when we left to find friend number two.

Rachel wasn't asleep or drunk and she and Tom were enjoying the moment so to speak when we walked in on them. She was riding him and giving him instructions, which if I were him I'd be following because she had a set of knocker that were as nice as any I'd ever seen.

"Rachel? What the hell are you doing? Do you know that he's not wearing a condom?" Isn't it funny what girls seem to notice? Me? Well I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts.

"Carol I'm on the pill and if you don't mind, can you give us a little privacy?" We took the hint.

"My friends are sluts," she said leaning up against the wall. I snickered. "Steve, I'm not a slut and I can almost tell you for certain that we didn't do it."

"I think you gave me a blowjob though and I know for sure I went down on you," I replied looking at her.

"And how do you know that? You said you don't remember a thing from last night?"

"I didn't say I remembered, I just know that I did."

"And how pray tell?"

"Because I woke up with a distinctive taste in my mouth and it wasn't from all the alcohol I drank. There were no pubic hairs and the reason I guess is because you are as bare as a baby's bottom."

"You've got to be shitting me?"

"Nope, and since I had no pussy juice on my dick, I guess I can only assume you gave me a blow job in return or before. Which ever it was, it doesn't make any difference at this point other than we probably didn't do it." I could tell that was load off her mind and I guess mine.

"Good, because I'm not on the pill and I hate to tell you, but I'm menstruating so it couldn't have been all that enjoyable for you." Now it was my turn to want to puke, but thankfully I didn't. I wouldn't want to see what would come out and what color if you know what I mean.

"Why don't we go grab breakfast? It's a cinch your friends aren't going to be ready to leave for at least an hour or so and I could really use something in my stomach." By the look in her eye she debated for a second or two and then told me what the hell.

We were full into breakfast when I made my actual move on her.

"Since we're almost intimate, why don't you let me take you to dinner this weekend?"

"Look, you seem like a nice guy, but I don't go out with frat boys or jocks."

"Great, neither do I!" I replied in a smart-ass tone of voice. "By my five foot ten, one hundred and eighty pound build, you have to know I'm no jock and I graduated two years ago. Tom and Keith are just good friends of mine but are basically lifetime students. Me, I didn't have any rich parents to pay my way. I did two years in the service before going to college and the G.I. Bill paid for about half my tuition and the rest? Well I'm paying that off a month at a time. So, since I'm neither, you don't have any legitimate reason not to go out with me on Saturday do you?" Her mind was going a mile a minute.

"Okay, one date and we see how it goes. And don't think that just because I'm going out with you that I'm going to sleep with you."

"Never entered my mind." I lied.

Dinner was great. The food was good but the conversation was better. Carol was a second semester junior majoring in international marketing. She had a two-year-older brother, a year and a half younger sister and came from an upper middle class family. By the end of the night I could tell she was a daddy's girl who got basically whatever she wanted. I gave her the ten cents version of what it was like coming from a family of seven and let it go at that. All in all we had a pretty good first date. 

When I pulled up to her house I watched the drapes open a bit, then close - nothing like having an audience. I went around, opened her door and did the gentlemanly thing of walking her to her door. I kissed her once, then twice more before she stopped me.

"My dad's watching us," she whispered.

"You want to give him a show?"

"What are you nuts? That's my dad you're talking about." I guess that meant no.

"You want to go out again or was this my first and only shot?"

"We can go out but remember I'm still in school and that comes first. Also, I do plan on going out with other guys so if you can handle that yes I'll go out with you again." Be still my heart I thought as Carol laid out the ground rules.

"Well let me know when you're free and available and I'll figure out something fun to do," I said handing her my phone number.

"You want me to call you?" said a shocked Carol.

"Well it's your schedule we have to work around, not mine, so you'll have to let me know when you can fit me in." She handed me back my number.

"Friday, eight thirty and dress nice."

"Friday it is and you're sure you don't want to give your dad even a little show?" I kissed her again. That's when she pushed me away and said she'd see me Friday. The girl was hot.

After Friday we started dating for real. I met her parents and she met my family and neither of us were surprised when both families liked the other. Like I told her, I was a real catch.

Okay, I wasn't the greatest catch in the world but at least you didn't have to beat me away with an ugly stick either. I was good looking, had a full head of light brown hair, and a body with tight abs which I was kind of proud of. I was a graduate mechanical engineer working for B & H Enterprises and was making twice what my friends were, even the ones that actually had a real job. I was going places and wanted someone special by my side.

She on the other hand was a catch if for no other reason than she had a killer body and for a blonde was as smart as they come. She was carrying a full class load and had a 3.5 G.P.A.

Everything for the next four and a half months went great. I didn't see her as much as I'd like, but we made up for it when we were together. The first time we made love, sober, was something out of a porn movie. We did it all but anal and that I was told, that was not on the menu. I was falling head over heels for my blonde headed minx. And then things went to shit.

Carol said she was busy Friday so Keith and I headed out to a sports bar and then to dinner at an out of the way restaurant. I was checking out this place to take Carol the following weekend. It was something like a bed and breakfast with an intimate restaurant attached. The restaurant had only ten tables and was connected to an old Victorian house with only five guest bedrooms.

"I don't care if you're buying me dinner or not, I'm not sleeping with you and that's that," Keith said with a laugh, looking at his menu. "Not a lot of selections and everything seems to be a little pricy. Maybe you should take her somewhere else," was his final comment before ordering. He picked out a steak while I chose the salmon. We were tipping back a few with our meal when he stopped eating and just stared out into space and then at me.

"What?"

"Steve, I think Carol is here," he said almost questioning his own eyes.

"Where?"

"In the far right corner in the back." I turned around and although it was pretty dark I could make out a blonde girl, but her back was to us.

"How can you tell from this distance especially since she's got her back to us."

"She was turned side ways and was doing some major kissing on that guy."

"Change places with me," I asked moving our food around.

I spent the next fifteen minutes staring at her. If I'd had the balls I would have walked over and found out for sure but right now I didn't really want a reality check. If I just stayed here and wasn't really sure I was happy. Then I saw the kissing.

"Fuck," it was her. I lost my appetite and Keith could tell from the look on my face he had been right.

"Let's get the hell out of here," he said starting to stand up.

"Sit your ass down, we're going nowhere. The bitch sure as hell isn't driving me away from this expensive fucking meal so eat up and then we'll leave." Keith could tell from my tone not to push the issue. 

I nibbled on my food and waited. For twenty fucking minutes I waited and then I got my break, they finished and got up to leave. The exit was behind us so they had to pass by our table whether they wanted to or not. I took a deep breath and waited.

I sure as hell knew I was the last person she expected to see and I was surprised she handled it as well as she did. As she approached our table our eyes met and I saw a little bit of a shudder and maybe a little fear. I said nothing; I just followed her with my eyes. She never turned around.

The guy she was with was black, in great shape and good looking as hell. If I were a woman I'd probably give him at least a double take or maybe even a tumble. I told Keith to sit tight as I got up and followed them out. I watched them walk out the front door and go next door to the bed and breakfast. At least I now knew what she was busy doing tonight. We finished our meal, had another drink and left.

"I thought she was your girl?"

"So did I. Guess I was wrong."

"You want to go back and fuck up the dude?"

"You saw him, he'd probably kick both of our asses. Besides, there's not a girl around worth that much pain." Keith drove home.

Our date that Saturday didn't happen. I didn't call or show up. I did think about going, but I figured I'd probably make a scene and get my ass in some kind of trouble, so I stayed in and felt sorry for myself.

I did like her - up until last night anyway and I would have used the love word - but not tonight. What's that phrase? Assuming everything is perfect can sometimes make an ass out of you and me? Well I was feeling more than a little shitty.

I've got to hand it to her Carol was cool about it. Her e-mail asked why I stood her up Saturday night and never even mentioned me seeing her Friday. Her final question was to ask if I wanted to do something either Friday or Saturday next week. 

All right it was ugly and probably over the top but I was angry and feeling a little humiliated. "Will I have to strap a two by four to my back now?" She wasn't dumb and would know what it meant. I hit enter.

I'd always had a thing for red heads and Friday night I was lucky enough to find two. The first one was nice looking but had a bit of an attitude. I dumped her after only one dance. The next one was a tad bit chunky but had flaming long red hair, a milky white complexion and a set of knockers so big I almost thought about calling her mommy. After leaving the club, we ended up spending Friday night and most of Saturday at my place.

Since Carol was on the pill and neither one of us were sleeping with anyone else, I had had no reason to buy condoms any more. A quick check of my night table produced two but they were both long gone by one o'clock in the morning. After that we took a sleep break.

Somewhere around four I felt her get out of bed and make her way to my bathroom. I heard her flush and then gargle with my mouthwash. Looks like she was done sleeping. I got up myself, drained my kidneys, took a slug of mouth wash and made my way back where she was waiting for me.

Oral and plenty of it happened over the next couple of hours. She wasn't bad, not as good as Carol, which made me now think about how Carol got to be that good. The one thing I wasn't used to was a full, and I do mean full bush. I could have used a weed whacker but after a minute or so I found what I was looking for. It was long, pink and awful damn sensitive to the touch, especially when it got hard. Without any more condoms we had to improvise, and we did.




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She finally pushed me away after her third orgasm and thankfully so, because my tongue was starting to get numb. 

"No more," she said laughing pushing me over on my back. "With a talented tongue like that, I'm surprised some woman hasn't snatched you up by now." 

It took her a while this time but she did finally get me off. It took so damn long because Carol kept popping into my head and I kept losing my hard on even with what she was doing with her lips and tongue. After that, we took a much-needed rest and by two in the afternoon I was driving her back to her car.

"Call me," she said handing me her number through the window. "But next time I hope you're a little more prepared." I knew what she meant but I knew I wouldn't. I waved as she drove off.

I was buying some dress shirts at the mall when I heard her voice behind me.

"Steve, we need to talk." Without even turning around I replied that there wasn't anything to talk about. "Steve I do care for you but I never said we were exclusive." She was right and had even said that she was going to date others when she had laid out her terms and conditions.

"Carol, I thought you were my girl that's all. And I don't even want to think about how many times I got sloppy seconds. It makes my skin crawl."

"I never did that to you," she said raising her voice a little too loud as people passing by were looking at us. "We need to talk but not here." She was right, I'd been embarrassed once in public and wasn't about to let it happen again. We met at a corner bar nearby and took a booth in the back. After we had our drinks she started in on me again about how she wasn't cheating even though it looked that way.

"Have a fun night with your boy toy? And I thought you didn't go out with jocks?" I added just a little dig.

"He's not a jock but we did met at the college gym. We'd only been seeing each other for a little while and yes we've been to bed together." Even though I knew, it hurt a lot more hearing her saying it.

"Well, what is it you want to talk about anyway?"

"Us! You and me."

"There isn't any you and me any longer. There's only you and you're your fuck buddy."

"His name is Rick!"

"Okay, then you and fuck buddy Rick." I wasn't backing down.

"Steve, even if you don't believe it, I really do care for you. It's just that I care for Rick also; I'm so confused."

"Let me unconfuse the situation. You and I are no longer an item. I don't share especially when there is sex involved. So you can fuck Rick to your hearts content and don't have to feel confused or even bad anymore." The words were dripping from my lips.

"But I thought you cared for me?"

"Did, past tense. Everything ended when you walked into that bed and breakfast with RICK. I hope he had a big dick and it was worth it." She had no reply; I guess he did have a big dick. "So if we're done here, I've got a date for tonight and I don't want to be late and RICK is probably waiting for you as we speak. Enjoy," was the last thing I said to her. I really didn't have a date...

Her e-mails and phone calls stopped. About two months later I happened to run into her mother in the grocery store. We kept meeting aisle after aisle and she looked annoyed with me even though I'd greeted her with a smile and a friendly hello. On the cleaning supplies aisle she let me have it.

"How could you dump Carol like that? For no reason you just stop calling and start dating someone else? Steve, I never thought you were that kind of man." I was speechless for all of ten seconds.

"Donna, how is the little tramp?" That set her back on her heels. "I didn't dump Carol, she cheated on me and when you go home tonight, ask her about RICK! By the way, it was nice seeing you again." I regrouped. "Look, I have nothing against you or anyone in your family with the exception of Carol and I know for a fact you didn't raise her that way. So just tell her hi for me and that I wish her well." I smiled again but this time I headed for the checkout line. I'd become the bigger man.

I had an ugly e-mail waiting for me when I got home the following day. Something about it wasn't cheating and how dare I call her a tramp. I answered, "Do you like the word slut better?" She didn't reply.

It would have been a lot easier if we lived in a large city like New York but in a college town everyone seemed to congregate in the same places. Hanging out with Keith and Tom I ran into Carol on more than one occasion. I was pleasant, I smiled, but that was the extent of it. It had been almost nine months since our blow up when it finally dawned on me, she was always with a group or with her girl friends. No Rick.

I wanted in the worst way to ask her about Rick but we were no longer an item thus it wasn't my place to ask anymore. So I did what every guy who needed answers did, I asked Keith's new girl friend, Dania, to do it for me. Not too cool but it worked anyway.

"She dumped him shortly after the two of you broke up," she started. "He was only out for one thing and after he got it he could care less about her. By Carol's account it got pretty ugly and according to her, he's going to have a few scars on his left arm to remember her by. Did I do good or what?"

"Girl I owe you big time."

"Big enough to buy me a pair of shoes?" I dug into my wallet and pulled out sixty dollars. She gave me a look. I took out another twenty-five and handed it to her. "By the way, she's also pretty sorry the two of you broke up, that is, if you're interested." I wasn't sure if I was at this point.

Now came the ten thousand dollar question, was I better with or without her. Keith and Tom voted without and I voted with. I won the vote but still had to figure out if one, I could trust her, and two, was she worth all the trouble.

The next two times I saw Carol; I made it a point to smile at her. The first time she gave me the strangest look almost like saying, "what the hell's your problem." But the next time she smiled back at me, I'd broken the ice. It was another two more weeks before I'd see her again.

I ruled out me approaching her. In my eyes she'd been the one to screw it up and I wanted her to make the first overture no matter how long it took. Two more smiles and after the third, I found her approaching me at the bar where I'd gone to get a refill.

"How you been?" was her first casual line. "I just want to say I'm sorry..." I stopped her.

"Water over the bridge. You had your idea about the relationship and where it was going and I, well I had my own ideas, too bad they didn't match." I was playing it cool.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"You don't have to, but I'd like to buy you one for old times sake and just to let you know there are no hard feels anymore." I smiled again. That was the first of many nights we just happened to run into one another. Each time we met, we stayed together longer and longer until finally we spent the entire night talking, laughing and even dancing a few songs together. It looks like she wasn't sure where this was going and I guess neither did I.

"Do you want to go out sometime? You know, go out to dinner or something?" I asked the next time I saw her. Her eyes lit up.

"Sure, just give me a call. You still remember my number don't you?"

"It's in my speed dial," I showed her flipping my phone open.

I waited until Wednesday before calling, no use giving her anymore notice than I had to.

When her mom answered I knew immediately she knew who was on the other end of the line.

"Good evening Donna, is Carol around?"

"Why?" That took me back a little.

"Because I'd like to talk to her if it's not too much of a bother?"

"Why Steve, why do you want to talk to her?" Damn I hate getting the third degree.

"Just put her on the phone if you don't mind!" I heard her scream for Carol.

"Hello?"

"Hi Carol its Steve..."

We spent the next twenty minutes shooting the shit and talking about nothing but meaningless dribble. It was like two thirteen year old teenagers talking on the phone for the very first time. Finally I asked her to dinner on Saturday. After saying yes we spent the next ten minutes each trying to get off the damn phone before getting into anymore-senseless conversation.

"Well then I guess I'll pick you up about seven thirty." Thank God that conversation ended when it did. Was I always that lame?

I thought about a hundred different restaurants and even the one I saw her and Rick at but figured that would make for an awkward evening, even though it would serve her right. I finally chose a non-descript mom and pop type place that I knew wouldn't be crowed.

I got more than a once over picking her up. Her parents were pleasant but wary about my intentions especially when it came to their daughter. I was nice and put a smile on my face even though it was phony as hell. I just wanted to grab Carol and get the hell out of there.

"They're not happy about tonight but Carol sure is," her younger sister whispered in my ear, giving me a hug. I mouth the words thank you just as Carol finally showed.

With a 'have fun' we were out of there.

"Sorry about that."

"No problem, they're just looking out for their little girl and concerned about our past history."

Dinner was nice, the food was fantastic, and after a bottle of wine we'd both started to settle down. She was going to say sorry again for probably the fifth time tonight when I stopped her dead.

"One more I'm sorry and I'm taking you home, understand?" She nodded.

"Steve, from day one I said I was going to date others. You do remember that conversation we had don't you?"

"I do, but after four months and everything we did I just thought we were, you know exclusive. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine you were dating and even sleeping with someone else. You never said a thing about anyone."

"You're a hundred percent right. I guess I was operating under the military verbiage, don't ask don't tell. I had started dating Rick about four weeks before you found out."

"How many others were there?"

"Just two others, but I never slept with either." I was thinking thank God but it didn't make it easier. "And if you're wondering if you ever got sloppy seconds? Well you never did and neither did he." We were putting it all on the table now.

"I just didn't want to get serious with any one guy until I got settled."

"How did that work?"

"Not well. All Rick wanted was a steady girl who would put out whenever he had a couple of extra minutes. When I found out I was only one of many I lost it. Let's just say when he looks at his arm in the mirror from now on, he's going to remember me." 

Afterwards we stopped for coffee and had the heart to heart talk we'd never really had. I told her she had cut me to the core by what she'd done and because I had feelings for her, I wasn't into sharing. 

"Carol, I didn't want to have to think or worry about what you were doing when I wasn't with you. When you'd say you were busy on this night or that, I now look at it now like you were lying to me. I was your boyfriend not Rick!" I was starting to get angry all over again but I kept my cool.

"I know you hate the word sorry, but I do regret what I did to you. You didn't deserve it." For once tonight she was right.

We took it slow and started dating again. We weren't exclusive at first but when she saw me out with other women she was the one that asked to be exclusive. I didn't agree at first but relented when she told me that it was that or nothing. I did however make her wait almost a week for my answer.

Anger fades especially when happiness takes its place but the one thing that doesn't come back quite so fast is trust. Trust doesn't just happen; it has to be earned, especially after it's broken. 

At first I wanted to know wherever she was when we weren't together but after a while I was making us both crazy. All this following up and all the checkup phone calls were pulling us apart instead of bringing us closer together, so I stopped. I couldn't keep following her around and if she was going to cheat there was nothing I could do about it. So, I just let our relationship follow its natural course and see where it took us.

Carol secured an entry-level position in a midsize marketing firm. She was the gopher for the first year and got all the grunt jobs, but she was smart enough not to complain and did whatever was asked of her. When she got her chance, she shined. It wasn't easy but she worked hard and made strides. She wasn't just a pretty face. And the blonde jokes? Well, they didn't last long.

When we moved in together it was a decision we had kicked around for about six months. Neither parents were happy about it, being old school, but understood that we needed to know if we could live together. We were almost living together anyway so we just made it official. 

It worked out better than even we expected. I thought we'd get into maybe a tiff or three but thankfully we didn't, well not big ones anyway. We divided the household tasks and agreed that the first person home would be responsible for cooking dinner. Somehow Carol always seemed to beat me home, even if I had to stay for a second beer after work with friends.

No one was surprised at this point when I proposed and we tied the knot. Everyone was happy and Carol said it was about time I asked her. I wanted a small intimate wedding but I got out voted. Daddy's girl wanted a splash because it was to be her one and only, I just wanted her and a peaceful life-moving forward. We really didn't need much since we'd combined both household furnishings but that didn't stop her from registering at every conceivable store.

Even though I wanted a fall wedding I relented when she said every girl dreams about a June wedding. I followed both my fathers and her dad's advice and kept my mouth shut. 

"Just go with the flow and it'll be over before you know it. Relax, smile, and remember that this is something a girl dreams about all her life, so don't throw cold water on her dream," and I didn't.

Thank God for work, or I would have gone nuts. It became my salvation and kept me grounded as I smiled and nodded my head when asked about this floral display or that silverware pattern.

My buddies threw me a stag to end all stags but I told them no women. I don't remember everything, other than I must have had a great time. I didn't get sick but after Friday night's festivities, I never saw Saturday morning and most of the afternoon. Carol's hen party was Saturday night and I told her to have fun but not too much as I was still feeling the effects of mine.

Sunday morning she looked worse than I had Saturday morning. What time she got home I wasn't sure, but she didn't move until almost three in the afternoon.

"Have fun last night?" I asked when she finally got up and made her way into the kitchen. She'd showered and her hair was still wet as she sat at the table. "What time did you get home?"

"Not a clue, all I know is that I lost dinner and most of what I drank last night in the parking lot." She put her head down on the table. Must have been one hell of a night.

Our wedding went on without a hitch. The bride and mothers were stressed to the max and the men? Well with a drink in our hands we just sat back and watched with a smile on our faces, thankful that it was now over.

The honeymoon was relaxing. Being at a tropical resort we did nothing but lie in the sun, eat and make love every night. I really didn't want to leave but I guess, even living at a place like that would get to seem ordinary after a while, but I was willing to try.

For the next year and a half everything was hunky dory. The life of a newlywed was wonderful. And then things went to hell. One of her friends were getting married and three of the brides friends, including Carol, were planning her hen party.

Their plans went in one of my ears and out the other. Besides a morbid curiosity about what went on I couldn't have cared less. That's when I overheard two conversations that quickly changed that.

"Why don't we plan on using the same strippers we used at your party," Fran asked as they sat around the kitchen table. 

"Just make sure Greg is one of them," Carol replied. "Kathy deserves the best and take my word for it, he's the best there is! He does what other men dream and fantasize about doing; and does it so damn well." They all broke up with that statement. I didn't.

With the party in one week, I needed to find out all I could about what was planned, and about, 'GREG' too. It isn't that hard if you know the right people to ask and don't give a shit of the cost so to speak.

"Dania I have another job for you," I asked as Keith, Dania and I were having a few cold ones. 

"I've had my eyes on a new skirt." She left the words hanging out there but I got the message.

"You get me the information and the skirt's yours." 

"I feel so cheap being bought for the price of a damn skirt." We all looked at each other and laughed.

"This is what I need. There was a stripper that worked Carol's hen party two years ago and all I know that his name is Greg. I overheard that they're planning on using him for Kathy's party next week and I need to talk to him before then."

"That's not a lot to go on."

"Look, you know most of them and it's not like they're not going to tell another woman about a hot guy. I just need to talk to him and soon."

Dania missed her calling; she should have been a private detective. It took her just forty-eight hours to get his full name, address, phone number and the date and place of the hen party. I probably could have offered less but I may not have gotten the results as fast. The damn skirt was a hundred and twenty five dollars.

I didn't have time to play around so I just picked up the phone and called him. 

"Greg Colman?" I asked when he answered.

"Yeah this is Greg."

"Greg, my name is Keith Peterson and I'm a good friend of Kathy."

"Kathy?" He sounded a little hesitant, I guess wondering what I wanted.

"You know, Kathy's hen party next week." I waited.

"Oh, that Kathy. It hasn't been cancelled or anything has it? I've got three other guys hired for that night." He sounded worried.

"No, it's just that I want to make sure you make her night memorable, if you catch my drift and I'm willing to pay you a little extra to make sure that happens." I'd set the hook and started reeling him in.

"How much extra are you talking?"

"Meet me and I know you won't be disappointed." We set it up for tomorrow right after work.

My eyes never left Carol all night. I needed answers and there was no way in hell I was going to ask her, well not yet. I needed my ducks in a row before I said anything; especially knowing she was going to lie anyway.

I watched the clock all afternoon. "Come on," I kept saying until it struck five o'clock. I raced over to Pat's Pub and he was already there waiting for me at the bar. Can you say Rick?

It wasn't Rick but looked a lot like him only a little bigger. Six foot two or three and probably weighed two forty. He had long braids he kept fucking with as we talked.

"Usually it's the brides maid's that do this, that's why I was a little leery when you called."

"Well they're picking up the general tab, this is just a little bonus to make sure there are no problems."

"Don't worry, as soon as we start dancing she'll be putty in our hands. We've never let a girl go to her wedding without being totally satisfied, if you know what I mean." I ordered another round.

We shot the shit and I just let the asshole talk. He told me that they bang almost seventy five percent of the brides to be, but always use condoms. "We can't have a black baby coming out of a white wife's pussy nine months down the road can we? Besides, that would be bad for business." I had reeled him to the side of the boat and it was time to gaff him.




Priceless



"Damn I'd love a job like you've got. Hell I heard you had a wild time a couple years ago with a girl I used to know before she got married, her name was Carol. Hell, that girl could give a blowjob to die for and was hell in bed." I saw that he was trying to think.

"Short blonde hair with a killer ass?" I nodded yes. "Shit man, she was hell on wheels and wore Danny and I out before the night was over. For a small girl she sure could take a lot of cock. We even double-teamed her before the end of the night. The guy she married is one lucky son of a bitch that's all I have to say." He laughed and I faked one to keep him off guard. "Yeah she was a dynamo in bed that's for sure." I paid him his blood money, we shook hands and I went out to my car and died. This was going to be one hen party that none of them would ever forget.

Keith, Tom, David, Kathy's fiancée, and myself met at a bar just off college row.

"No fucking way in hell!" David screamed at us. "Kathy would never do what you're suggesting. She's so damn shy we still do it with the lights off. You're trying to tell me that she's going to have sex with this Greg guy and maybe a few others? No fucking way."

"Well then you'll have no problem sneaking in and watching; that is if you're one hundred percent sure that Kathy wouldn't even look at another guy?" The wheels were turning.

"Okay, I'll go, we'll all go and I'll show you that Kathy isn't like all those other sluts. I'm going to make you eat your words."

"And I'll be glad to do it if you're right."

For the next three days I stayed as far away from Carol as I could. I told her I thought I was coming down with the flu and didn't want her to catch it. More than a couple of times she asked if anything was wrong because I was acting a little distant. I just smiled and told her that I loved her; and I still did at that point.

Saturday I bribed the bouncer to get us into an adjacent room just off the backroom they had rented. 

"You gave the guy two hundred dollars? Are you fucking nuts?" Keith said sneaking into the room.

"Not nuts, I just need to fucking know that's all," I replied hoping against hope I'd be wrong tonight.

Boring, that's what the first hour was. It was all hen talk about the wedding as Tom snuck out and got us another bucket of beers.

"The bouncer said that if something happens and we go nuts we're on our own and he's going to play stupid when the cops come. I told him nothing was going to happen, I didn't lie to him did I?" he asked David.

We agreed no matter what happened that it wouldn't be worth going to jail for. Well I hoped not anyway. Then the strippers came in and the party really started.

Drinks flowed and everyone got into the party mood. A lot of her single friends did everything but fuck the guys on the make shift stage. When they brought Kathy up to the stage she was already feeling no pain but still looked a little uncomfortable. After her brides maids brought her out three more straight shots of something and the rest of the animals started screaming the party got into full swing. 

I thought guys were bad, but even when we were drunk, it didn't compare to what was going on. These women were going nuts and it appeared mob mentality had taken over. I hoped that there were cabs being called for afterwards, because there was no way in hell that any of these women should be getting behind the wheel.

After two more shots, and with a little encouragement from her supposed friends, Kathy was grabbing handful after handful of what was being dangled in front of her.

When she started stroking Greg's cock he dribbled oil all down his front of his body, which made it a lot easier for her. When he slipped off his thong, or what ever he was wearing, the crowd went wild as more than one guy was seeing a lot of action.

Carol came up, kissed Greg, slipping him a lot of tongue, grabbed his package and started pumping it until it got fucking huge. I about lost it when Kathy got down on her knees and started giving him a blowjob while Carol made lips with him as he now felt her up. David however did.

"That fucking bitch," was all he got out as he paced back and forth inside our hidden room. When Kathy let him feel her up, both top and bottom, we had to literally sit on David.

"Don't you want to see how far she lets him go? This way you'll know once and for all."

When Greg started to dry hump Kathy and lowered her shorts we all decided it was time to stop this dead in its tracks. We broke in just as he pushed her underwear to the side and was getting ready to give her the meat so to speak. Looking back I'm not sure if she even knew what was happening at this particular moment she was so drunk.

"You fucking slut," David screamed at the top of his lungs, as the party got real quiet. "Don't fucking call me or try to fucking see me ever again, do you understand? The God damn weddings off." She just looked at him through her drunken stupor as he stormed out with Keith and Tom in hot pursuit.

"Don't mind us, just go back to what you ladies were in the process of doing before we so rudely interrupted you." I didn't smile but I gave Carol a look that told her I fucking knew everything.

It took five more beers to calm David down. We took his phone and car keys away and decided it would be best if he didn't go home tonight. Everything was fuck this or fuck that or that God damn bitch. I was thankful when he finally did pass out.

"Well that was a fun and exciting evening," Keith said after putting David in his guest room. "I'd hate to be in Kathy's shoes tomorrow or for that matter any of the girls who put this shindig on."

"You okay?" I told him no, but I'd survive.

Keith and Tom had baby-sitting duty while I got my shit together and headed for home without even a plan of what I was going to do.

Carol wasn't there when I got home so I just cleaned up and hit the bed after locking the bedroom door. No use getting into it tonight when we were both tired and wired. It took a while but I eventually did fall asleep and surprisingly I got almost eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

By ten o'clock I was showered, shaved and heading down to breakfast. Still no Carol. I fixed myself a big breakfast and was reading the Sunday paper when she came barreling in.

"Real nice Steve," she yelled walking through the door. "It took us most of the night to get Kathy to settle down after your little ambush. How could you? You know they're probably not even going to get married now don't you?"

"Not my problem."

"Not your problem? What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"Just that. If he wants to marry the tramp it's up to him, I don't have anything to say about it."

"Kathy's not a tramp!"

"Couldn't convince me by what I saw last night. Hell she was just getting ready to fuck Greg when David said he had finally seen enough."

"It was her hen party and Kathy's last time to be wild before she tied the knot and you can't tell me David didn't get a little from some stripper the night before at his stag."

"No, in fact he didn't. He told everyone he wasn't going to do anything because he wouldn't have been able to look Kathy in the eye on their wedding night. I guess he was a wimp, wasn't he? And just for argument's sake, did anyone bother to ask Kathy what type of party she wanted? Maybe, just maybe she might have wanted a quiet night with a few friends? Or did you just assume she wanted to get laid by a complete stranger?" She didn't reply.

"Well I do hope they get back together anyway. Whatever possessed you guys to do what you did anyway?"

"Just wanted to see what kind of sluts our wives and girlfriends really are and you guys sure didn't disappoint us. Too bad I didn't bring a movie camera along, it would have made for some excellent viewing for a few guys I know." 

"And you?"

"Oh I saw enough last night but what really opened my eyes was my conversation with Greg the other day when he said how lucky I was to be married to you. Well he didn't exactly say it in so many words, since he didn't have a clue who I was. It was more like the way he described what he and Danny did with you the night of your hen party. About how you wore them out after taking them both on at once. I think his exact words were something like you were the hottest piece of ass he'd had in a long tine and that he envied the guy she was married. But you know what? I don't feel so lucky about now. Now I wish I'd had a bachelor party with about ten hookers instead of just going out for drinks with my good buddies."

"I'm sorry you had to find out that way but it was only that one night and I haven't so much as looked at another guy since that night. You've got to believe me about that."

"Why should I and how many other lies have you told me? Now I'm starting to doubt everything you've ever told me. Remember our last discussion about being exclusive? What about only you and me didn't you understand?"

"Steve, it was before we got married and like I said, I haven't done anything since."

"So making lips with that son of a bitch, letting him run his hands all over your body and getting him hard for Kathy is what every good wife does for a friend? What if I was kissing on some girl and fingering her so she was all hot and bothered for someone else to fuck her? Would you say that was all right? I did find it was a nice touch that you jacked him off with the hand that you wore your wedding rings on? Class, nothing but class."

"Steve," she started to say but I stopped her, holding up my hand.

"Carol, I think it would be best if we don't talk right now, or at least until I have a chance to cool off and get those pictures out of my head. Right now I feel like our marriage has been one deceitful lie from day one. How many other hen parties or girl's nights out were you the good friend?" I'd said what I wanted to say and right now she had nothing I wanted to hear.

I didn't move to our spare bedroom and neither did Carol. We slept together but were physically and emotionally apart. We talked about nothing but the insignificant details of our lives and had sex only when we were both climbing the walls, but that's all it was; something to do when you got tired of hand jobs and fingers.

David and Kathy? Well they are still together but the wedding has been put on hold much to the chagrin of her father, who lost a bundle of money on down payments. She's on a short leash, and David hasn't a clue when or if they'll get back to where they were before this nightmare started. Too bad she went brain dead and let others blow her chance at happiness.

Our so-called life has gone on unchanged for the last three months. We're still physically together but that is about it. We eat together, sleep together, but only talked to one another when we absolutely have to; life sucks. We've both spent more time with our friends than we have with one another. 

I for one am getting tired of that damn look she gives me every time we sit down to dinner, which is getting to be a rarity. It's like she's saying, "All right I made a mistake, get over it and lets move on.' The problem is, I believe I still love her but the trust is all but gone and I don't know if I've got the wherewithal to wait to see if it's going to come back. 

Saturday I asked her not to go out with her friends and we'd stay in, order a pizza and try and talk through this.

"Talk or yell?" was her quick reply.

"Probably a little of both." She rolled her eyes and went upstairs I guess to get ready to go out. 

When she came back downstairs she was dressed in her party/dance clothes.

"We'll talk tomorrow," is all she said walking out the door without so much as a kiss on the cheek.

I went to my desk and took out the envelope and set it on the counter. It had her name on it and had been sitting in that desk drawer for better than a month. My ring came off pretty easily since it hadn't been on that long anyway. It was now my turn to go upstairs and change.

Maybe by Monday I'll know where I'm going to end up but right now I feel like I've wasted the last three years which I'll never get back. Keith and Tom think I'm a wimp and tell me I should have tossed her ass to the curb the night of the hen party. But they're still fucking anything that breathes and neither one has been with the same girl more than six months so I don't value their opinion too much. So I waited hoping I guess for some miracle.

Is Carol going to go nuts tonight if and when she gets home? Maybe but at this point I'm not too sure anymore. Is there any chance of us starting over again? Not after her walking out that door tonight. 

A pretty great marriage, a stupid laps in judgment and a lack of trust, Priceless, just fucking PRICELESS!!!