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Yesterday

By: Harddaysknight



After twenty years of marriage, you can read the signs. Cynthia was preoccupied much of the time. She had to work late a several times a month. Her interest in her family seemed perfunctory, at best. I had hoped it was a phase, a chemical, or hormonal thing women go through. After a few months of hoping, I decided it was time to learn the truth, regardless of the pain that went with it.

The agency came very highly recommended. They were thorough, discreet, and very professional. I met with a manager for an hour and told him my fears and suspicions. Then I gave him a pretty good chunk of cash I had stashed away over the years. 

Originally, I was saving the money on the side to take Cynthia on a nice vacation for our twentieth anniversary. That was before the nagging doubts surfaced. Now I was spending the money on detectives to follow Cynthia and report any "inappropriate activity" back to me. 

'Inappropriate' encompasses such a wide range of activities. The truth was I wanted to know if she was having an affair, and the agency understood that was what I wanted to know. We used euphemisms because it was less embarrassing, but we all knew the deal.

"I have to work late tonight, Gil. Feed the girls and don't wait up for me, okay?" blurted Cynthia as she headed for the door. I dropped my spoon into the cereal and then dropped a bomb in her lap. 

"You can make me believe it is work when you do it with me, Cynthia, but I think it is anything but work when you stay out late and do it. Or do you get paid for it?" I asked calmly.

Cynthia stopped dead in her tracks. She stood with her back to me for the count of ten and then she slowly turned around. Her face was unreadable. That would have been more proof, if I had needed it. An innocent woman would have spun around madder than hell. 

'Just what are you saying, Gil? Are you suggesting something?" she asked.

"Well, yeah! If it is work you are doing, you should get paid for it. We could buy a new car if you had been charging," I replied.

"For what, exactly, should I be charging?" she countered. 

It was the old 'admit nothing till the other guy shows all of his cards gambit' she had mastered over the years. I had played a few of those games and my cards were going to be slow in turning.

"I would fully expect you would know better than I, Darling. Do you want me to draw up a price list so you know what to charge?" I shot back. "I guess a hand-job could be $25, a blow-job about $50, standard sex $100 and anal could be $150. I never actually paid for it, but we have to start somewhere. Want to make any revisions?"

"Have you lost your mind, Gil?" snarled Cynthia. "Do you think I am walking the downtown streets when I work late? You need to get some help. That was a really cruel thing to say."

"Are you telling me you are not going to have sex tonight?" I asked bluntly.

"That's for goddamn certain, not after the way you just spoke to me, asshole!" retorted Cynthia. "Not tonight and not the foreseeable future."

"That's good to hear, Cynthia. There is no reason for you to come home late then, is there?" I reasoned. "As long as you are taking the night off, you can be home at a decent hour. I'll make dinner and you can help clean up afterward." 

Cynthia just stood there, mouth open but no words forming. Then she turned and left.

I was taking the roast chicken out of the oven when Cynthia entered the kitchen. One glance at her told me she had a change of heart.

"I guess I have been working late quite a bit lately. You and the girls deserve more attention, Gil," Cynthia admitted. "I am taking you up on your offer. It sure smells good."

Cynthia was a very attractive 42-year old woman. Time had only improved her curves. She looked great and when she was in the right mood, a lot of fun. That was the first 21 years of our marriage. It was only the past six months that she had become distant and aloof. Before that she had been a wonderful friend, lover, and companion. That was what really made the present situation so difficult.

We had a pleasant dinner, as a family. As I listened to our two daughters talk with their mother, I realized how much she meant to them. They loved their dad, but they shared things with their mother a man can't really understand. Shopping is much like water torture. Talking about shopping is more agony than a man should be expected to endure. The three of them managed it throughout the entire meal!

When we went to bed that night, Cynthia slid in with only her panties on. That had always been a signal that she was looking for a little love. The thing was, I wasn't even close to being in the mood.

"I thought you said you weren't going to have sex tonight," I reminded her. "You told me not in the foreseeable future, either, as I recall."

"You were behaving so oddly this morning. Your comments were less than kind and I got angry," Cynthia confessed. "I thought about it and realized it was probably frustration on your part. We haven't had the time to be intimate in a while. That is at least partly my fault, Gil. I don't want you to think I don't love you."

"Then you do love me, Cynthia?" I asked. "It has been three weeks, two days since we made love. It didn't seem to bother you."

"Wow! You have been keeping track? I didn't realize it has been so long, but I will make it up to you tonight, okay?" she smiled.

"Are you saying you do love me, Cynthia?" I repeated.

"Of course I do! You are the only man I have ever loved, or ever will," avowed Cynthia. "You know that."

"Would it be reasonable to think that if you loved me you would be faithful to me, totally?" I continued.

"Absolutely, Sweetheart," she answered. "Why are you asking these questions? You seemed to suggest this morning that I was having sex with someone, and it sounds like you are again tonight."

"You are totally faithful to me, Cynthia. You like being married to me and don't want to play the field?" I pressed.

"Yes! I am, but I am really beginning to resent your line of questioning," snapped Cynthia. "You've spoiled my mood."

"That's a real fucking shame," I growled back. "These may put you back in the mood. They're quite stimulating!"

I had reached under my pillow and pulled out a manila envelope and tossed it in front of Cynthia. I saw her hand tremble as she picked it up and slid its contents out.

Cynthia gasped as she looked at the pictures. She was the star, along with one Kurt Dugan, a fellow teacher at the local elementary school. They were in color and the quality was excellent. Her lips appeared to be cherry red as she wrapped them around his hard cock. You could see the moisture around her pussy as he readied his cock for entry. She had to admit they were good!

Cynthia quickly looked at the picture and flung them toward the wastebasket. The she started crying. I wasn't feeling all that well either, but my tears had already been shed. I sat in bed and waited. It took almost ten minutes, but Cynthia finally stopped her sobbing and was able to speak.

"Gil, it was just a fling. I don't love him. I love you! Please forgive me. I am so sorry!" she blubbered.

"You just agreed that if you loved me, you would be faithful to me. Now you're telling me you can fuck around and still love me. I am having a little trouble following your logic, Cynthia," I admitted. "Which is it?"

"I was lying to keep you from being hurt! The sex was just that. No love, no real connection. It was a biological function. That's all," she reasoned.

"You mean like shitting all over me is a biological function? I shouldn't take it personally?"

"Gil, please think this over before you do anything rash," pleaded Cynthia. "I could lose my job. Kurt could lose his job, and his marriage. His parents are our neighbors. All kinds of terrible things could happen!"

"Is this something you just realized, Cynthia, or did you expect to have all those things happen when you were caught?" I demanded. "Whose fault would it be, if you and Kurt were both fired, both divorced, and both embarrassed in front of your families? Whose fault, Cynthia?"

"Ours. Kurt's and mine, really," sobbed Cynthia. "No one would blame you."

"Was the sex that good, that much better than with me? If it wasn't love, was it about great sex?" I suggested.

"It wasn't better, Gil. It was like when we first dated. It was exciting. He isn't better than you, just different. I'll tell him I can never see him again, okay?" Cynthia begged.

"What the hell kind of prick do you think I am? It would pretty damn selfish to stand between you and some great sex, wouldn't it? I've had a couple weeks to think about this situation and I've come up with a solution," I replied.

"My God! You've known for a couple weeks? You never let on. I had no idea!" moaned Cynthia.

"Actually, I've been suspicious longer than that. I have shut you off for three weeks and two days. Sadly, you haven't noticed. That speaks a lot about our situation, doesn't it? If I hadn't been so bitchy this morning, it may have gone on for years with Kurt getting all your best, and me getting shit upon."

"I wasn't thinking straight, Gil. I didn't mean to neglect you. It would never have gone on for years, I swear. It was just a fling," assured Cynthia.

"Interesting comment, Cynthia. How long is the shelf life of one of your affairs? What is your average? A few months? A year? Several years?" I asked cruelly.

"Gil! I have never been unfaithful before Kurt! I am not a common slut that jumps from bed to bed. That may sound strange at the moment, but it's true!" Cynthia retorted. "This was my first, and last, affair. We didn't have any time frame, but we both knew it was a temporary thing, nothing long lasting. He'll understand when I tell him I can never see him again," 

"There you go again, Cynthia. You are painting me to be pretty bad here. Did I say anything about ending the affair?"

"Wha... what do you mean, Gil? You have the pictures. The jig is up. It is over between us, I promise. Give me the chance to show you how much I love you, please!" cried Cynthia.

"I've given you over twenty years and I'm far from convinced, Cynthia," I replied. "How long do you think it should take? I'm lucky if I have another thirty years left."

"Gil! I don't know how long! I hope a few months or a year. I'll do anything you ask. It could be a new start for us."

"That would be something new, for me. From the pictures, there really isn't much that could be new to you. It might be new if you did it with me, but you are a very experienced woman now. It would be difficult to find something new for you, wouldn't it? I bet you could teach me a few things you have learned, couldn't you?" I suggested.

Cynthia looked at me. I could see she was attempting to decide if I was serious or not. Was she considering taking me up on my suggestion! When she looked away, I could see she had realized it wouldn't be smart to propose anything at the moment.

"I have the impression that you felt you would be able to talk, and fuck, your way back into my heart and life when, not if, you were caught, Cynthia. You said it might take you up to a year to make it up to me. Am I that shallow? You think I am that pussy-whipped? I can see you have no idea what you have done to me. The problem is I can also see that revenge, or whatever it may be called, would hurt a lot of people and not really be worth my effort. I am not going to take that road."

"What are you going to do, Gil? I am a few years from my pension and Kurt has over ten years to go. We need our jobs! I need you and the girls, and he loves his family, too."

"Please save that shit for someone that doesn't know the truth, Cynthia. You told me this evening that a person would remain faithful to someone they loved. I can only surmise that you and Kurt do not love your respective spouses, or families, by your own admission," I concluded.

"Gil! You have to believe I love you with all my heart! It was one mistake in over twenty years. I'm only human," cried Cynthia.

"You seem to feel that you should spend a few minutes in the penalty box and then get back in the game," I observed. "Are couples that remain faithful their entire lives inhuman, sub-human, or superhuman?" 

"What are we going to do, Gil? What are you going to do?" asked Cynthia.

"Here is how it's going to be. If you can't accept my terms, we divorce immediately, the school board learns of the affair of two of its married teachers, as do the families of both offenders," I began.

Cynthia remained quiet as I laid my cards on the table.

"You are having great sex, so keep having your affair with lover-boy. I don't want to be the cause of an unsatisfied libido, at least not again. I have been to blame for that for over twenty years and the guilt is tremendous."

"You are to meet with him twice a week, as you have been. I just don't want you to fuck him in my bed, or my house again. You cannot tell him that I know what a prick he is and that he has been fucking you. This doesn't sound too bad, does it?" I asked. "Essentially, you will do as you have been, except you won't be sneaking around and cheating."

"You will be his lover, whore, slut, dream-girl, or whatever you consider yourself to be. You will always keep me informed as to where and when you are fucking and sucking him. In return, I will help you keep your secret and not reveal your adultery to the world. Is that fair enough?" I asked.

"You want me to keep seeing him? What kind of husband would do that? Do you have weird sexual fantasies or something?" Cynthia wondered out loud.

"I am sure I do, but they don't involve you anymore, so rest easy," I smiled. "I think you planned on fucking this guy until I found out. Then you expected me to have a shit-fit and then forgive you. I don't want this to go as you expected. Even if it has gone better than you expected, it isn't what you thought would happen. That is my goal at this time. We have an agreement then? You don't tell Kurt I know, and you keep putting out for him. And you never lie to me again?"

"This is really weird, but count me in, Gil. I don't see what choice I have, to be honest. How long will this go on?" Cynthia asked.

"I would say one year from today, or until I decide you have to end it, whichever comes first," I replied. 

"Okay, I'll do it, but no one would ever believe this," marveled Cynthia.

So began the great experiment. I had given the entire thing a lot of thought. I had loved Cynthia without reservation, and she had betrayed me badly. I needed to make her see what she had done, and tossing her sorry ass out would have had all kinds of ripple effects on the kids, and even Kurt's family. I knew his parents, his wife, his kids, and destroying their lives was not a worthy goal. Besides, it was always an option I retained, if it came down to it.

Cynthia was very nervous around me for a few days. That was to be expected, though. I am a patient man. One evening she told me that Kurt wanted to get together with her on Saturday. His wife was taking their three kids to visit her grandmother for the weekend. She was returning Monday, so Kurt was not making the trip with her. 

"I think we can work something out, Cynthia. Suppose I take the girls someplace for the weekend? You can spend the night with him and fuck him silly," I suggested. "We'll tell the girls you have to work and can't come with us. See how much better this is than sneaking around?"

"Sure, Gil. It'll work. Where will you take the girls?" asked Cynthia.

"I was thinking of going to Philadelphia. We'll go to the museum, see Independence Hall, have a dinner in one of those great restaurants and maybe see a show," I mused. "We'll see a few more sights Sunday and come home. You should have Kurt fucked out by then, don't you think?"

"I wish you would find a new way to phrase my meetings with Kurt, Gil. And why can't you do that stuff when I can make it, too?" whined Cynthia. "They're all things I like to do."

"We're both adults, Cynthia. You fuck the guy. He fucks you. You suck his cock. You get the idea. Don't get indignant at this point," I snapped. "I am taking the girls to get them out of your hair, even if it's your pubic hair."

The weekend was more fun than I had ever imagined it could be. The girls were delighted when I suggested the trip to them. By Sunday afternoon, I had a new appreciation of my daughters. They had been growing up and I was missing it. They had wit, humor, charm, and beauty. I decided to be a bigger part of their life. I wanted them to always carry a warm place for me in their hearts.

Cynthia was home when we returned. The girls spent the first two hours telling her about what they had seen and done. I had allowed each a hundred dollars to buy clothes. By the time they were done, it had increased to two hundred dollars. That was when I began to realize how much charm they had! I was a pushover.

They showed Cynthia their clothes selections and she was properly impressed. I felt great as I settled into my chair, listening to the girls go on about the fun they had.

We settled into a routine. The nights Cynthia had to "work late" I would watch a movie with the girls, or go to a school function with them. I became a concerned parent, participating in my kids' lives. I realized I had been missing some really great times and would have continued to do so, if it hadn't been for Cynthia having her affair. The silver lining was beginning to show!

The other strange thing was Cynthia and I began to get along better. She always told me what she was doing, and not just her trysts with Kurt. We discussed her work and mine, the kids, our parents, and even politics. I treated her as a man should treat his wife at all times, except in the bedroom, and who could know about that? Our relationship had actually gained more solid footing, though our marriage was total shit.

One night I was sitting in bed reading, when Cynthia slid in between the sheets. She ran her hand over my cock and it began to respond. I reached down and took her hand off the little guy.

"Wouldn't you like to make love, Gil? It has been a very long time. You must want it by now," suggested Cynthia.

"Cynthia, I cannot, and will not, compete with another man in my own bed. He may not be here, but his presence is. I feel it, and I am sure you do as well. I would have to try to outdo the guy, and frankly, you have pretty well pointed out that I can't. You have a viral lover, so you are satisfied. Please don't worry about me."

"No, Gil! I never said he was better! I just said he was exciting and different. No one is as good as you," she offered.

"That sure sounds like bullshit, Cynthia. If I had been better, you would never have tried Kurt the second time, or even the first, for that matter. You would have missed sex with me before I told you it had been three weeks."

I went on, "I honestly don't think I could even do it with you now. I keep seeing you sucking his cock and offering him your body in ways you never did for me. I saw the pictures. Remember? We have an arrangement that works for everyone, so let's not ruin it," I reasoned.

I think Cynthia was actually surprised that I refused her, but I really didn't have any desire to be intimate with her. The very thought made me queasy. 

Cynthia seemed quiet and reserved for the next few days, but she gradually got over the rebuff. A couple weeks later I was sitting in bed, doing a crossword puzzle. Cynthia broached the subject of her ongoing affair once again.

"Gil, I think he is getting tired of me. He has started coming up with reasons why we may not be able to get together as much. The truth is, it makes me feel glad. I miss being with you and the girls," complained Cynthia. "I would much rather have you make love to me, Gil. I always felt loved in your arms. I feel like a chunk of meat with Kurt, like I am a pussy with other parts attached. All he wants is the pussy, and not the rest of me."


Yesterday



"That wasn't the way you felt a few months back when you tired of me and took up with Kurt," I reminded Cynthia. "Would you like me to help you find a new lover, one that would renew that feeling of excitement? I have a few ideas."

"No! I don't ever want to have sex with another man, only you, Gil. The idea or being with anyone else is repulsive to me now," responded Cynthia. "Could I please stop seeing Kurt? He won't mind and I could spend more time with you and the girls!"

"I don't know about this, Cynthia. The girls and I have been having a pretty good time. It would be a shame if you suddenly got involved and messed it all up," I hesitated.

"I won't mess it up, Gil. I'm their mother! I can be a part of everything, too. It isn't unusual for both parents to participate in their kids' lives. I'll be very good to you in front of them, and in front of everyone else, for that matter. I promise. Please?" begged Cynthia. 

"It isn't that easy, Cynthia. If I allow you to stop fucking Kurt, it will have to end your sex life totally. You would have to be tested for all possible diseases. My tests already came back negative," I revealed.

"You were tested? Why? Do you think Kurt, or his wife, have been infected by someone?" worried Cynthia.

"Cynthia, how would I know anything about their sex lives? I do know that having sex with you meant that I was, in essence, exposing myself to everyone, you, Kurt, or his wife ever had sex with. That leaves a lot of room for problems, at least in my book. Does she have a lover, or lovers? Does he have more lovers than you? Do you have other lovers? You lied to me and cheated. Could they do the same to each other? Obviously Kurt can."

"I think it is unlikely, Gil. They are clean, intelligent people," reasoned Cynthia.

"Yeah, and the odds in Russian roulette are one in six, but I still don't want to play. Actually, things have been going pretty well for me lately. The girls and I have bonded and my life, except for one rather obvious area, is just great. 

"You'll just have to suck his cock harder, so lose some weight, or get a new hair-do... you know, all the things a woman does to entice a lover. You can do it!" I patted Cynthia on the back as I spoke.

"Gil, the truth is, I am tired of him. He just uses me like some slut and leaves. He has no respect for me. He doesn't care if I'm in the mood or not. He even hurts me at times because he doesn't even try to get me ready for him," Cynthia revealed.

"Let's remember to get you some K-Y Jelly, Cynthia. I am not an unfeeling monster. I want you to be comfortable when he ass fucks you."

"Gil, I am trying to make him stop that. It is another reason I want to end this stupid charade," complained Cynthia. "I really don't enjoy that, even if it looked like I did in that picture."

"Cynthia, this is all a little late. You should have considered everything when you decided to cheat and lie to me. It is obvious you didn't give a great deal of thought about the effects of your actions. Now you can consider them. You reap what you sow," I reminded her.

"You realize this is extortion, or blackmail, don't you, Gil" Cynthia argued. "It is a low thing to do. I am your wife! You should be fighting to keep me away from another man, not insisting I fuck and suck him, as you so politely phrase it."

"It is a form of blackmail, Cynthia," I admitted. "However, I'm not going to let you lecture me on how a husband should behave, so don't go there again, or your ass will be gone before you finish the sentence! I've tried for twenty years to do everything a husband and father should do, and you shit all over me. You are the one that fucked up our marriage and are certainly not qualified to tell me how things should work in a marriage! Do you understand me?"

I think Cynthia was surprised at my passion. She was silent for a while as she considered my words.

"You are right, Gil. I apologize for the things I said. I apologize more for the horrible situation I have created. It is my fault, not yours. I know that," she sobbed. 

Things went along about a week. Then one evening as we finished dinner, Cynthia asked the girls to remain at the table after we had finished eating.

"Girls, I have been having an affair. When I told you I had to work late, it was really to meet with someone. I have seriously jeopardized my marriage to your father. I want to apologize to him, and to both of you. All of you deserve better than I have given lately. If I could change it, I would, but I can't. It is over now, and I ask you to consider forgiving me," finished Cynthia.

I never saw that coming! I was taken totally by surprise. I guess the girls were, too. They sat there trying to digest what their mother had just told them. Then they both started crying, quickly left their seats and fled to their rooms. I just sat there, stunned.

"That is the only way to handle blackmail, Gil. I realize that now. I am done playing the fool. Everything you have been telling me the last couple months has been slowly sinking in. I told Kurt I was done with him forever. Funny, but it hardly bothered him. I meant nothing, nothing at all! But, you know what? That's okay, because he was just a piece of meat to me, really. We were like a couple of goddamn animals with no intelligent human thought."

Cynthia dabbed at her eyes and continued, "I know you can still report our actions to the school board, and tell Kurt's family. That is entirely up to you, but I am done behaving as a sub-human, I think was a word I heard you use. With you, or without you, I am going to get my self-respect back, even if I lose everything else. I have been so worried about disease lately, that I haven't been able to sleep. I made an appointment with the doctor for Friday." 

"I did a very stupid thing, something I will regret, and pay for to my dying day. You have every right to hate me, to ruin me, to divorce me and find a woman that you can respect. That is up to you, as well," sobbed Cynthia. "I pray, and beg even, that you can find it in your heart to give me a chance to be a part of your life, but I'll understand if you don't. I realize now how much I love you and how very good I had it, and what a horrible thing I did."

"I haven't a plan for this situation," I replied. "The girls are in pain now and we have to help them. My pain has dulled a little, and I fear that means my love for you has dulled as well, Cynthia. I'm glad you are concerned about your health and will do what it takes to be certain you are well. I can't tell you everything will be okay. I really doubt it will be."

"I know that and it rips me apart to know it is all my doing, Gil," Cynthia responded tearfully.

"We will just try to take it slow and not do anything in anger or pain. We may not get over your betrayal, but your admission is a beginning."

"Did you know it would work this way? That I would risk everything to stop acting like a common slut?" asked Cynthia.

"I had hopes that you would regain your pride, but I didn't know if you would. It will take a long time for me to believe you have, Cynthia, or to believe anything you tell me, unless I have another means to verify it. I just don't trust you. Maybe I never will."

I stepped to the refrigerator and took out a beer as Cynthia quietly sat at the table and sobbed. Life had become complicated.



Yesterday



Oh my god, Becky, you would not believe how crazy yesterday was. I mean, seriously. It was the weirdest fucking day of my life. You remember how crazy it was when Lucas dropped acid in class and we had to stop him from going up and asking the professor if she knew she had a koala on her back? Yeah, it was weirder than that.

No, it started after classes. You know how you asked yesterday morning if we could hang out at the mall after school, and I told you that I couldn't because Casey had called in sick, and Mister Hunt had absolutely begged me to cover for her afternoon shift? Right, so I go in to work yesterday, and the store is just about dead. And I'm thinking, "Well, why did I have to come in to cover for Casey if everything's so quiet," because there are already four other people scheduled that day--Mister Hunt, Marco, Anne and Trudy--and if it stays this dead, we're going to be crawling the freaking walls. And then who do I see?

Casey! Freaking Casey! And okay, this is where it starts getting seriously freaking weird. Because I see Casey, and I'm like, "What the hell is she doing here?" And then like almost at the same time, I'm like, "Where the fuck is her shirt?" Because she's not just wandering around the store like she's a customer instead of someone who should be working instead of making me cover her shift, she's wandering around freaking topless.

No, I am not shitting you. She had nothing on above the waist. No shirt, no bra, no nothing. Totally topless. And here's the really freaking weird part. The even weirder part, I mean. Her tits were huge! I mean, you remember Casey, right, from that time you came to drop off my purse after I left it in Professor Cowert's lab? She just had these little freaking bee stings, and now she's wandering down the aisles with boobs the size of cantaloupes. I mean, we're talking porn star tits, here. Massive, jiggly...they were even perky! She had boobs to kill for.

No, that was what I thought for a second, too, but they didn't look fake. I mean, you know, if she really called in sick so that she could get a boob job and then came in to take off her shirt and show everyone how it looked, and oh my god it tells you so much about how yesterday went that this was the least crazy possibility running through my head...no, if she really did that, you'd expect to see scars or something. Or at least they'd be stiff. But they jiggled like real tits, and they were huge.

And then she looked over at me, and I'm like, "Oh my god, she is going to get so fired!" Because her eyes were all wide and kind of glassy, and she had this big, dreamy smile on her face like the whole world was one big happy. She looked so totally stoned, Bex. And I'm thinking, she must have taken something, like ecstasy or oxycontin or something, and come in to work stoned off her ass. And unless the same doctor who gave her the instant ginormous tits also prescribed it for her, Mister Hunt is shit-canning her ass so fast her head will spin.

And this is all super weird too, by the way, because Casey is totally straight edge. She's nice about it, you know, she won't get all up in your grill just because you mention you're going out to a bar after work or anything, but she doesn't even drink pop because of the caffeine. So my brain is doing flip-flops just adjusting to the idea of Casey as a drugged-out topless sex bomb, let alone one who's wandering around the store like that. So yeah, it's weird that it's happening, but it's even weirder than weirder than weird that it's Casey.

And she looked at me, like I said, and her smile got even wider, and she said, "Joy! It is so wonderful to see you, sister." I know, but I swear I'm not making any of this up! She didn't say it like, you know, "sistah," she said it like...like, remember in Sociology when Professor Billings was talking about religious movements, how a lot of religious sects call each other brother and sister? Yeah, she said it like that.

Then she headed over to me, and oh boy, her tits were bouncing up and down like Pamela Anderson in Baywatch. Only, you know, even more, because she was braless. I was seriously worried about back strain or something, but she said it would never happen because--no, sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. The point is, she just about ran over to me, and she said, "I have something wonderful to show you, Joy."

And my mouth is waaaaay out in front of my brain at this point, and I say, "I can see it already, Casey." Because the way those boobs were sticking out, you really could not look away. I mean, they were front and center, you know? Oh, hush. If you were there, you'd have looked too. 'Perv dyke' my ass.

But Casey smiled, and she said, "I was like you once, Joy. I saw, but I didn't really understand. But the Sisterhood showed me the true way. They showed me the beauty of the female form, the power of the Goddess Sappho. And now the Goddess has decreed that it is time to open the minds of all to the glory of her love! No longer will she be a secret cherished by the sacred few. It is time for all to embrace the Goddess Sappho!"

I know, I said the exact same thing! I was like, "Sappho was a poet, not a goddess." But she just gave me another one of those big dreamy smiles, and explained that she became a goddess after she died. And I actually kinda had a hard time arguing with that one, because that's totally a thing out of Greek mythology, like with Hercules. And, of course, the whole thing made no sense and it wasn't really worth arguing about, especially not with someone who was tripping out of their minds on God knew what. You know?

So I was just like, "OK, Joy, smile and nod," and I said, "Oh, that's nice, good luck with the whole 'embracing the Goddess' thing," and I kind of started to walk away to look for Mister Hunt--and then she started to fondle her tits, right there in the store!

Seriously, she's just standing there, groping herself, and she's moaning about how good "womanflesh" feels...and yes, that's actually what she called it. Womanflesh. The whole thing was like a huge trainwreck. I just could not look away.

And then I realized that she was actually talking to me. I mean, like, not just talking about how much she liked her boobs, but actually telling me how good her tits feel, and how much I'd love to run my hands over them, and how soft they were, and I was like, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, I think we might have gotten some mixed signals here or something. I mean, you're nice and all, but--"

And she just looked at me and said, "It's alright. I felt the same way at first. Then Sappho's power sank into my mind and turned my thoughts towards pleasure. Towards arousal. Towards need." And every time she finished a sentence, she took this big, heaving breath, and it almost looked like her tits were getting a little bit bigger with every word or something. I know! She was totally coming on to me!

And I was like, "OK, Joy, it is really time to check out here," and I tore my eyes away from the weirdness and went to find Mister Hunt. I told Casey that I really needed to get to work or I'd be in trouble, but I think she knew from the way I was blushing that it wasn't just that. But she just kind of gave me this little coy smile, and told me she'd be waiting for me when I was ready. And oh, yeah. That was creepy.

So I went to find Mister Hunt and tell him that he should call the cops and have them haul Casey away, but he wasn't in his office. Instead, I find four customers...all women...all naked...having a freaking orgy on the floor! Yeah, you know what? I didn't stick around to find out. I just opened the door, said, "Excuse me!" and closed it again. Honestly, I don't even think they noticed me. They were, um, pretty into each other. With three fingers, in one case.

And so now, I'm officially freaked out, here. I'm thinking there's something in the water, or maybe I'm being punked by the Spice Channel, or I dropped something before work and didn't realize it, but it is time to find my boss and hand the whole mess off to him. So I started looking. But not anywhere near where Casey was. She was still over in women's clothing, playing with her nipples and moaning loud enough that I could hear it in sleepwear.

I finally found Marco, and I could not fucking believe it. He was folding merchandise! No, you don't understand. This was fucking Marco we're talking about here. Honestly, on balance, I'd say that Marco actually doing work around the store was even weirder than Casey getting stoned and having her tits embiggened. I don't know, but every time I complain, they just say that we shouldn't be running to management all the time whenever we have a problem with an employee. I'm like, hello, what the fuck are you here for, then?

But anyway. Marco. He was actually folding clothes and putting them back, and Mister Hunt wasn't even watching. No, I never did find Mister Hunt. I guess he was probably helping out in another department or something. All the men in the store, even the customers, were being really helpful like that. Yeah, I found customers. Just hang on, I'm talking about Marco.

So right, I asked Marco what was up with him suddenly being Mister Dedication, and he gets this smile on his face just like Casey's. And he says, "I understand now. This is what I am meant for. I never understood just how good it can feel to serve the feminine ideal, but..." And he shivered. I mean, he shivered like he'd gotten a hot flash or something. "Now the Goddess Sappho has shown me her truth. I will serve in all ways. Only then will I feel the bliss of her will."

Yeah, totally fucking creepy. Oh, and he had a hard-on, too. Big, huge boner under his pants, complete with a little wet spot where his dick was leaking through. Just from folding clothes. God alone knew what happened when he Z'ed out the cash register, probably had an orgasm or something.

But I didn't stick around to talk after that. I just kept looking for Mister Hunt or Anne or Trudy or someone not crazy, but everyone I found was like that. All the guys were doing the work in the store like it was better than sex, and the women...Jesus, Becky. I never knew there were so many places to sneak off and have sex in that store until yesterday. I didn't find Anne or Trudy, but every female customer we had in the place had found somewhere quiet to go and fuck each other. In twos, threes, fours...they were energetic, they were inventive, they were kinky, and they were going at it like bunnies. I didn't even know you could do shit like that with a scrunchie. No, don't ask. Let's just say that I wouldn't have been able to stay in that position without help either.

And by this point, I was blushing all the way down to my toes, and I'd gotten something like six invitations to join in, and I could not find Mister Hunt anywhere. I decided it was time to just get the fuck out of Dodge. I called his office with my cell and left a little "Oh, sorry, couldn't make it in" message on my way out...but by this time, I was pretty convinced it didn't matter. Mister Hunt was probably happy to fake a time card for anything with a double-X chromosome, you know?

But of course, the exit is through women's clothing. Specifically, through Casey. And when I walked back that way, she gave me another one of those come-fuck-me smiles, and said, "Been thinking about what I said, hmm?"

And I mean, I had, because she'd said that she was showing everyone the way of the Goddess Sappho, and now here are all the guys being thrilled to just think nice thoughts and whack off, and all the women banging each other. It doesn't take a rocket surgeon, you know? So I was like, "What did you do to them?"

And she ran her hands over her tits again, and said, "It's the power of the Goddess. She concentrates it within our breasts, so that they are beacons to the minds of the uninitiated. The more they look, the more they cannot look away. The perfect beauty of the female breast saturates their mind, their thoughts, their will, filling them with arousal and lust...and then that need becomes worship, and that worship flows back into the servants of the Goddess, making us even more sensual, more seductive. My breasts become more mesmerizing with each convert, Joy. Even now, you are feeding their power with your own surrender."

And I was like, "My what?" But I had to admit, I'd been looking at her tits the whole time she was talking. I mean, when she said it, I kind of was able to look up because she was pointing it out to me, but it was a lot easier to look away than it was to keep looking away. I'd be like, "Got to stop looking at her tits, got to stop looking at her tits..." and then I'd realize I was looking at her tits again.

No, this wasn't 'power of suggestion', Becky! The power of suggestion does not turn someone from an A-cup into an F-cup overnight! When people looked at her tits, they got bigger. I know how it sounds, but it's one hundred percent true. I don't know, I guess until they're, like, the best tits ever or something. I mean, I don't think they get so big that they're disgusting, because that would kind of defeat the purpose. But they never sag or droop or anything, either once they get to the right size.

And I realized my hands were kind of twitching, like there was something I wanted to do, but I was forgetting what. And then I realized I hadn't even really been listening to Casey for about a minute. I'd just been standing there, thinking, "Tiiiiiiits," like some kind of sex zombie, and she'd been talking and I'd totally tuned out. But I kind of remembered. She was talking about how the men would just see her boobs and become all blissed-out and submissive, and happy to do whatever women wanted. But for women, it was different. They'd see her breasts and want to touch them and fondle them and stroke them, and from there it'd just be a few minutes until they couldn't stand it anymore and they became full-on lesbian sluts. Then they'd give in and become servants of the Goddess.

Yeah, that's what my hands wanted to do. They wanted to see how Casey's boobs felt. But I knew if I did that, it would be pretty much it. No going back, instant rug-muncher, just add pussy. And I mean, by then, thinking about that was getting my panties all sticky, but I wasn't quite ready to go lez just yet. I knew I needed to get away from those tits, just for a minute or two, so I slipped into one of the changing booths. No, I don't know why I didn't just leave. I wasn't thinking straight, okay? I'm pretty impressed I was able to make it to the changing booth.

But oh, wow, did that turn out to be a mistake. Because that was where I finally bumped into Anne and Trudy, and "bumped into" was not just a figure of speech. I was in such a hurry to get away from Casey that I closed the door before I realized why it felt so cramped. The two of them were in there jilling each other off with both hands, and the only reason I didn't hear them moaning was because they were frenching each other and it muffled the sound.

And they stopped and looked at me, and I could see it in their eyes. They were already so totally gone. They were Sisters of Sappho big time. And Trudy smiled at me, and she took one of her hands away from Anne's clit and licked it off, slow and sexy, and ran it down over her nipples. They hadn't grown at all, but they started out pretty big to begin with. And she said, "Room for one more, sweetie..."

And my eyes just sort of drifted down to her tits, and I swear to God--I swear to fucking God--they got bigger as I watched. They actually swelled up like water balloons, right in front of my eyes, and it was so hot to watch, and I knew that the hotter I got watching it the bigger they'd get, and the bigger they got the hornier I'd get, and pretty soon I wouldn't be able to stop myself, I'd just have to join in. My skin felt like I was on fire, I was so turned on.

But I made it back out of there. I closed my eyes tight shut, whimpered out a "Sorry!" and burst right back out again...right out of the frying pan into the fire. Before I could even get my eyes open, I bumped into Casey, and just feeling her breasts smoosh against my body made my pussy cream up like I was watching porn. My eyes popped open again, and they just zeroed right in on Casey's huge tits and wouldn't move.

I tried to think of something else, anything else. I tried to think about school, work, mom and dad, old song lyrics, but none of it worked. It didn't matter what the mental image was--it could have been half-naked exploding porpoises for all it helped! Every thought just led right back to Casey's hot, huge, suckable, lickable, lusciously gorgeous breasts.

Casey just stood there watching me for a while. She knew there was no hurry. I was already too far gone to get away. She just had to wait while her magic boobs did their work. After about five minutes, when my hands were shaking like a junkie who needed a fix, she whispered, "Joy...it's alright to touch."

They were so smooth, Becky. They felt like silk under my fingers, soft and warm and I just had to feel them all over. I had to. I ran my fingers down to the nipples, felt the way they were so hard and tight and firm and felt so good when I flicked them with my thumbs. I never realized until that moment how perfect a woman's body felt, but it made total sense to me all of a sudden. My mouth was watering, and as soon as I thought about licking her breasts, it was happening. I couldn't stop myself even for a second.

And that was only the start. Once I realized how good her body tasted, I had to keep licking. I kissed my way down her belly, pulled up her skirt, and absolutely buried my face between her thighs. I felt her legs go all rubbery from the pleasure, and it felt so good to know that she was literally riding my face with her pussy.

And then Anne and Trudy were behind me, fingering me, licking me, and I couldn't see anything but Casey's skirt and her pussy, but I didn't care. It all felt so fucking good. I didn't care anymore that I'd given in. It just felt too good to ever resist. I must have come about six fucking times before Casey finally pulled herself off of me.

When I finally did climb out from under her dress, I could actually see the difference that my surrender had made to her tits. They were even bigger, Becky. Even more perfect. Even more mesmerizing. I felt kind of inadequate compared to her, you know? But even though I've got a lot of catching up to do, I think my breasts are more than up to the job. They're so soft. So sensual. So beautiful.

Becky...it's alright to touch.

THE END



Yesterday Afternoon As Usual...



Yesterday afternoon as usual, was our playtime since both of us are usually free on Saturdays. So as she does from time to time when the mood strikes, my girlfriend tied me up to the bed, had me blind folded and had my ears plugged with headphones and music on. My girlfriend is 18 years old and drop dead gorgeous. She has the perfect set of orbs, firm and round. Orbs you just want to squeeze and suck on all day and night. 

After some foreplay and edging for I do not know how long, she told me she was going to leave me like this and go grab some things from Kroger and would be back in an hour. We had her mom coming over for dinner later on so she needed some stuff. As I said before my girlfriend is fucking sexy but compare to her mom she is like a six and her mom a 9. My girlfriend's name is Samantha and her mom's name is Jasmine. Jasmine has bigger boobs than her daughter and better looking. She has the curves in all the right places and just enough meat on her. I hate the fact that Samantha gets me all turned on and so near an orgasm and leaves me like this but deep down I know I love it. So I waited for her to come back and hopefully have her way with me and let me empty my balls full of love juice.

After some time had passed I heard something, was not sure what though. Couple of minutes later I felt my nipples being twisted and pulled. Then I felt my neck bitten lightly, next I felt my earlobe being sucked and then I felt parts of my body being kissed from top till my groin. Finally she kissed me, the kissing left me breathless and by the end of it my big thick cock was rock hard without being touched there. Then I felt nipples on my lips so I started lapping at them, I could feel the weight of her smooth robust boobs. Soon I smelled her pussy which did not smell like her apparently but before I could ponder on that her full weight was on me and she was rubbing her pussy on my face like she was ready to cum at a moment's notice. As I lay there being used I thought and came to the conclusion that her pussy tasted differently and as a matter of fact when I was kissed that had felt different too. As all of this was going on through my mind the headphones were taken off, I started hearing her as she was moaning with passion and then my eyes were uncovered, and right then two things happened, I got squirted on which just turned me on like crazy and then my heart nearly stopped because the woman on top of me was not whom I had expected but my girlfriend's mom.

As I got a hold of myself and was able to breathe again, I asked all the usual questions a situation like this would require. Jasmine's answer was, she knew I lusted after her and she wanted to get herself off and today she was presented with an opportunity. I know I should have tried to get out of restraints and should not have been turned on, I love Samantha and she is a blast. But my girlfriend's mom was another ball game and this situation was just too hot.

After being showered with her love juice, I was too turned on and maybe I was not thinking correctly (as they say with my right head) so I told her to untie me so I could fuck her properly. I love squirting and even though Samantha squirts, I wanted to feel Jasmine's squirt again. At the same time I wanted release too, after my girlfriend teasing me and now Jasmine squirting on me, it was enough for my heavy balls to explode.

Jasmine on the other hand had more fun in mind. She said since she had not made up her mind about letting me cum, I was to service her again. She looked around and found our toy collection. She took out nipple clamps and put them on. I started to feel my nipples getting hard and feeling a growing burning sensation in my nipples. She proceeded to tying my balls... tight. Then she placed a face dildo and told me to fuck her and if I did a good job she would let me empty my balls. After she had settled on that big dildo I fucked her with the dildo attached to my face as hard as it was possible. After a while she took over and started grinding herself on that face dildo like she meant business. Soon she was depositing her nectar on the dildo and I felt it dripping down to my neck. 

I was so turned on and could not wait any longer so I asked her to make me cum since I had more than fulfilled her needs. She said she had one of the best orgasms but Samantha will be coming back anytime so she had to wash up and get downstairs. She took off the face dildo as I watched her big beautiful firm tits jiggle. She then put me the way she had found me and left the room. I was fucking boiling with anger and at the same time was so turned on, my neck was fucking hurting from face fucking her but was helpless. All I could hope was my girlfriend will let me cum when she comes back.



Yesterday in My Fantasy



In gratitude to M, who dare to ask and dared to act.

I had been living almost five months under a painful spell of celibacy. For a guy who wanted out of our marriage, Bill didn't seem to be in any hurry to move out of our house and on with his life. We'd separated sleeping arrangements on July 4th. I know it's supposed to be Independence Day but I was feeling anything but free of his tyranny as Fall approached. I felt trapped in this role he preferred to reality, playing a 'good wife' for appearances only, in a marriage that existed only on paper. Our children weren't supposed to know, nor our friends, nor the professional community in which he marked his real worth to the world. And the only reason I stayed in my trap was because I hoped to avoid the financial and emotional costs of a contested divorce. Negotiations between us were ongoing.

On September 6th that year, he barely wished me a happy birthday, certainly not a card or a gift. My fortune cookie the weekend before had read, "A friend is a gift you give yourself." At the suggestion of an online confidante, I decided to give myself a very special birthday present. I posted my profile on one of the online services. I sought only erotic email or chat. This seemed safest given Bill's hovering presence and his intermittent threats of custody battles over our son.

On the very first day, perhaps the very first hour my profile became available online, I received an email from you. Without even intending it, you began to break through both spells of celibacy under which I'd found myself living. The one (which only got worse after exchanging steamy emails with you and other online lovers) was the celibacy of my body. I began to trust you and found myself placing a call to your office, almost without meaning to go that far. We began to speak over the phone almost daily, and when your number appeared on caller I.D. my clit would throb and my breath would catch in my throat, anticipating our conversation. Whenever your voice reached out to me over the miles between us, my pussy ached for you. The real surprise was that other spell of celibacy that I didn't even know had been cast over me until you removed it. You ended the celibacy of my heart. You gave me permission to care about you.

It's winter now and cold here. Bill recently bought himself a down comforter at Costco so he has the heat down to 65 degrees all day. Ever since moving into the spare bedroom he has become more and more oblivious to my needs, not just sexually. My room has the high cathedral ceilings and gets chillier than his which is a normal height. I decided to get into bed in my clothes and undress underneath my quilt. I was wearing a pair of Danskin tights and as I put my hands in the waistband and began to lower them, I imagined it was your hands removing my clothes and exposing my body to your touch. I pulled them down very slowly, stopping every few inches to stroke the bare skin as I imagine you might do. This was getting me very aroused. Once they were down near my knees, I imagined you stroking me gently from waist to knees, barely touching me, just feeling me respond. I actually began to moan at this point.

For a while you had me imagining you running your hands up and down all the exposed surfaces of my body. You decide you need more of me and begin to lower the tights further down past my knees. You part my legs so you can stroke the insides of my thighs now that the tights do not bind me around my knees. You don't ever directly touch my pussy but just stroke near and around it. I began to roll from side to side and imagined you were stroking the backs of each of my thighs from my ass to the hollows behind my knees. This all seemed incredibly real to me at the time, like you and I were somewhere together learning each other's bodies. I'm trying to keep my moaning down because I'm not alone in the house but everything feels incredibly hot.

At some point you go back to my breasts. You lower the straps half way down my upper arms and begin to stroke my shoulders and the part of my chest that is exposed. It's hard to be quiet now. You do this slowly and gently and I feel myself getting so caught up in it, it's hard to believe that our words and my re-enactment can do this to my body. My hands are beginning to feel like your hands as you slide them under the edges of my bra. You lower the straps even further and continue teasing me with your light touching and gentle squeezing and stroking. At some point, my arms come out of the straps and you lower the cups over my breasts until I'm fully accessible to your touch. You're still gentle but more insistent. You take possession of my breasts and mold them to your hands, more of the bra is lowered down. Even as you lower it, you are still stroking the bare skin everywhere. As the bra reaches my waist still fastened around me you stroke me above and inside of that, I feel incredibly aroused wearing it like a waist cincher around the naked skin.

You run your hands down my body once more and remove the tights from around my knees and kick them out of bed. Now I'm completely bare except for the girdle of my bra still fastened around my waist. You stroke me everywhere you can reach. I get into a higher and higher state of arousal, moving my body to give more access to your hands. You remove the bra at last and pull your focus back to my breasts. You haven't touch my clit at all but when you run your hands past my pussy I can feel how wet I'm getting.

At this point you begin to really work on my breasts, stroking them, squeezing them ...all your attention goes to the nipples and you begin tugging gently, letting go and stroking again. Alternating this until I'm sure there is nothing to me but that. As you are doing this I begin to experience the connection between my pussy and what you are doing to my nipples. Tugging, making them even harder, pinching a little, twisting just enough to make the shock waves travel right down my body to my clit. I begin raising my hips up and down as I imagine you there watching me get more and more flushed. Slowly I feel the beginnings of an orgasm building. As you put all your energy into teasing, tugging and twisting my nipples, I begin cumming and continue cumming for several minutes. I knew this was possible but I couldn't remember when or if it had last happened to me. God, it felt so incredibly wonderful that as I finish I curl into a ball and begin to cry. I am still incredibly aroused and I want a hard cock to wrap around as I continue throbbing and moaning. I miss the connection of two bodies together, cumming in someone's arms.

Warning: I have been known to break into tears after orgasm or to resolve into uncontrollable laughter. I think it's physiological but it can be disconcerting if you're not expecting it. Sign of a cosmic experience.

My husband had two predictions, he's half Italian so I'll call the first one a curse. "Without me, you'd be living out of a shopping cart or lying dead under a bridge." I suppose that was intended to entice me to stay with him for the promised economic benefits and so he wouldn't have to mar his facade of respectability. Funny bit of reverse psychology. On a better day, he'd speak out of his Irish half and send me a blessing, "You'll just have lots of lovers and then remarry." I'm supposing that relieved him of his guilt over being the one to call it quits without giving me so much as a backwards glance. But Bill is not the focus of my story, so I do not write to call attention to his errant ways. I came filled with gratitude to you for being the first to show me the way to Door Number Two. And when I do remarry I hope it's someone just as open and genuine as you have always been with me. 



Yesterday Morning



I got some new socks yesterday. This isn't what the story's about, but socks always excite me and it's something I feel like sharing anyhow. All together I got seven new pairs, but I think my favorite ones are the ones I'm wearing right now. They're striped, of course, like all of my favorite socks. Black and a soft lavender alternate all the way up to just about the tops of my thighs, and most importantly they're soft. I haven't made my husband kiss them yet, but I'm sure he'll appreciate that when his lips are feathering across my toes.

Of course, I'd have loved to have that pleasure last night, but we went to bed pretty early. I slept in my lovely new socks, which is pretty normal for me. I'd live every moment of my life in thigh-highs if I could; I just love the way they feel wrapped around my legs and that fair bit of extra sexiness I enjoy even when I'm not showing them off. Anyhow, I got up pretty early for work since I went to sleep so early, leaving my husband and little son in bed, grabbing my phone and slipping out to go get dressed and ready.

That's my infant son, to be clear, not my "Little" son. I'm sure you understand, but some assholes like to make jokes like that. He's a year and a half old, not an inch and a half tall, so don't even start with some dumb comment.

So. I rather like it when I wake up early like this. I can afford to let myself get distracted and catch up on my messages and DA comments and other correspondence, and that's how I ended up sitting on the toilet for ten minutes staring at my phone with my toothpaste on my brush, just sitting and waiting for me. It's a bad habit, but at least today I could afford the wasted time.

In between e-mails, though, I noticed a Little down on the tile by my right foot. I'd seen a few in the kitchen over the last couple days while I was cooking and just smashed them under plates or covered them with paper towels and squashed them between my fingers. I didn't really have time to play with them properly before, but I certainly don't want them in my food.

He was afraid, obviously, and I still don't know why he was out in the open like that. Maybe the space heater flushed him out. I almost always turn it on when I'm in there just because I like the warmth on my skin, but today it had given me an unexpected surprise. I stretched out my toes and knocked him over as he tried to get up and run, allowing myself a little grin as he kept trying to get around my foot and kept ending up on his back. It was totally getting me a little riled up, especially since I already felt kind of sensual and playful in these hot new socks anyhow, but I really wanted to finish my e-mails.

I don't know what happened, but one time I looked up and he was just gone. I didn't think I'd care so much, but suddenly I was looking all over the bathroom for him. I stood up and set my phone aside. I leaned over the bathtub and looked behind the toilet. No Little bastard's going to get away from me.

Finally, I picked up the corner of the bath mat and pulled it back. Here's another surprise. There's a Little girl there with my tiny escaped plaything. She wasn't moving, and I couldn't tell why she was there. Maybe she was hurt, or maybe she was resting, but either way I was definitely excited to see the two of them down there at my feet, totally exposed and helpless.

I slid my foot along the floor and pressed my toes into the back of her body, and I couldn't believe how quickly she'd shot to her feet and started to run. Maybe they'd discussed this plan, but there was no planning for me. I angled my foot, dropped my toes in her path and dragged her back into the middle of the floor.

It was easy. I'm sure they knew it from the start, but they were nothing to me. The guy seemed pretty upset. I think she was his girlfriend or something. All I really knew at the time was that I was really enjoying showing off my new tall, striped socks for him, and I was going to enjoy showing him what they could do even more.

I couldn't see her. I don't know if he could. Her Little body was completely covered by my foot, and I tried to be as careful as I could. I hadn't stepped on one of them in a really, really long time, but I was pretty sure she was right under the ball of my foot. I heard him scream, but her I couldn't hear. I couldn't even feel her as I just slowly, firmly pressed my foot down for a second. God, they're so damn tiny and so utterly fragile.

I lifted my foot and at first I didn't see her, but there she was, stuck right in the middle of one of my sock's lovely lavender stripes. Her bottom half was mashed flat, a bit of wetness and split fabric mingled with the threads of my sock, but she wasn't dead. I could see her arms stretched out, clawing at something or anything in utter desperation.

Honestly, it kind of grossed me out. I stretched out my leg and scraped her off on the rim of the toilet seat, but again she just kind of stuck there. I took care of it with a single square of toilet paper, brushing her into the bowl. The water soaked through the paper in an instant, and I could see her still struggling beneath it and the surface of the water, her two remaining limbs still scrabbling about uselessly.

I leaned back against the edge of the bathtub to watch her drown, and that really only took a moment longer. I spent at least twice as long admiring the bottom of my beautiful foot, staring at the tiny dark, wet spot where she'd been stuck to my sole. Nobody else who saw it would have the faintest idea, or even really know there was anything there to see.

I'd know, though. My godlike foot had crushed her and killed her and I didn't even feel her squish beneath me. What a fragile, useless fuck.

I was pretty hot by that point, but the things that I wanted and the time I had left weren't in agreement. I had to go pull some pants on, grab my boots and get to work, but obviously I let the scene play out over and over in my mind all day. I want more, and I want so much.. Littles to grind beneath my heels. My husband to crawl at my feet, kissing my awesome socks and worshiping me like the unstoppable giantess I am. I'll step on him and I'll step on them and every second of it will just be so good and so fucking right.

I lost track of the Little man during the whole ordeal, but I'm sure somewhere in my house, the tiny bastard is sobbing uncontrollably, unable to get the sight of those adorable purplish stripes and the half-crushed body of his girlfriend out of his mind. He'll come out eventually, though, and I'm sure his useless Little life will end beneath my foot as well.



Yesterday Once More



This is my first try at granddaughter/grandfather. One of my readers suggested it. I hope you like it.

"Get it in gear, Marsha! We don't want to be late." Her mother shouted.

"I'm coming. Geez, you'd think this was a big emergency. It's just grandpa's birthday."

"We don't want to be late. You know how grumpy your grandpa can be. Try not to make him mad this time, okay?"

Dan Thorpe sat in the swing on the back porch. His daughter and grand daughter would be over to help him celebrate his birthday. Celebrate? Hah, that was a laugh. He could see nothing good about turning sixty. He looked at his watch. They were late as usual. Tardiness really annoyed him. He had run a radio station for the last eight years until he retired a year ago. That required split-second timing and no tardiness. He heard his daughter Penny's car pull into the driveway.

"Grandpa, where are you?" He heard Marsha yell.

"I'm on the back porch," he yelled back.

She bounded through the house and jumped into his lap. She kissed him on the lips. "Happy birthday grandpa!"

She was a pretty, vivacious young lady. Just two weeks ago they had celebrated her eighteenth birthday. She wriggled around on his lap and he felt his old pecker start to rise. It was poking her in the bottom and there was nothing he could do about it.

His daughter stepped through the back door. "Happy birthday dad. Marsha get off of your grandpa."

"No, no that's okay. Stay where you are." He knew that if Marsha got up Penny would spot his hardon. He wondered if he could cum with her on his lap.

"Daddy I've got to go into town for a couple of hours. I'll be back with your present and your cake. Okay?"

"So now I'm your baby sitter huh?" 

"No dad, it's not like that. It is noon now. I promise I'll be back by four."

Penny walked through the house, got in her car and left. Marsha was still sitting on her grandpa's lap. She was still wiggling.

"Marsha, you'd better get off me and stop that wiggling."

"Why, grandpa? Don't you like my birthday present?"

"I haven't seen my birthday present."

"That's because I'm sitting on it!"

"Oh no Marsha baby. We can't. I'm an old man. You're a very young, barely legal teenage girl. Please get up!"

"What's that poking my butt grandpa? I know you really want me. You want to do things to me. I want that too. We have the perfect opportunity. Why pass it up?"

"What do you want with an old geezer like me? Besides, if they caught us, I would go to jail forever. We just can't."

Marsha reached between her legs and stroked her grandpa's nuts. When he groaned she knew she had him. Her lips pressed to his and she French kissed him.

Dan responded to her kiss by sucking on her tongue. She tasted so good. He could feel the heat of her sex on his cock. He knew he shouldn't. He knew he was going to. His mind drifted back over the years. He was twenty once again. He squeezed the girl in his arms and his hands sought her breasts. He picked her up and carried her inside to his bedroom. He unbuttoned her dress and let it fall beside the bed. He unsnapped her bra and her bare breasts were exposed to his inspection. His hungry eyes took in every square inch of her flesh.

He felt her hands on his zipper. She unzipped him and then turned the top button loose. His pants fell beside the bed. She got to her knees and slowly pulled his boxers from him. His eight inch cock was less than an inch from her hungry red lips. She tenderly kissed the head, licking up a drop of precum from the end. Carefully she sucked him into her mouth. He wasn't completely hard yet so she swallowed all of him.

His fingers found her nipples and he squeezed them, making them hard. His big hands enveloped her breasts as she sucked him to a full erection. She pushed him over on the bed and slid in beside him. He pulled her panties completely of and flung them to the floor. He caressed her pussy, running a rough old finger up and down her slit. 

Remembering the good old days, he kissed his way down to her nipples and sucked fiercely on them. He left a little tongue trail down her body to her navel. She was writhing in earnest when he reamed her navel, sticking his tongue in it and kissing it. His greedy lips slipped down to her mound. She had a light smattering of hair. When he licked her cunt she levitated off the bed and screamed, "Yes, yes, yes!" He found her clit and sucked it in between his lips. While he sucked on it he caressed it tenderly with his tongue.

Marsha was no virgin, but she had never felt anything like this. She recognized the onset of a major orgasm just before it overtook her senses and blotted out everything but the sensations flowing from her pussy.

Dan felt her shudder and knew she was cumming. She screamed and released a river of girl juice into his waiting mouth. He was able to suck it all down.

She was somewhere else and he was some when else as they coasted down from the height of ecstasy and prepared for the real assault to follow.

Memories of other pussies flooded his sex driven brain as he slid up her body and kissed her hard on the lips. "Are you ready darlin'?" 

"God, yes! Let's do it!" she whispered. Spreading her legs, she invited him in.

He mounted her and slowly let his throbbing cock slide into her wet pussy. She grunted when he bottomed out and started to pump into her. He was a driving force between her legs, His cock pistoned in and out of her pussy. Once again she forgot her location. She forgot everything except grandpa's cock and her pussy. Her labia felt like they might burst as his prick slid past them. He felt the bottom of her pussy with the end of his cock. He was pumping her hard trying desperately to make her cum.

She was determined to make her grandpa cum in her first. She wanted all of his cum as deep into her as she could get it. She felt what little control she had slipping away. Her cunt was throbbing, massaging his cock as she tried to milk him dry. She screamed her release. Her head flopped back and she clung to him as hard as she could. Her legs were wrapped around his ass, pulling him in deeper and deeper. She felt his cum squirting into her cervix. There must have been a gallon of it. He was board-stiff over her, driven as far into her as he could get.

He felt his cock shrink deep within her. He suddenly returned to the present and was almost shocked to see his granddaughter lying under him with his flaccid cock in her. He looked down on her. She smiled up at him. "Happy birthday grandpa!" 



Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow



I was a kid. I was just a damn kid of nineteen out with his friends when I met Wendy. We were all at a buddy's house whose parents were conveniently gone for the weekend. The beer and wine flowed and that night I met the love of my life.

Wendy had just turned eighteen and a senior in high school and looked it. Young, pretty with her long straight brown hair and beautiful big brown eyes that seemed to follow you no matter where went in the room. I waited for her glass to go empty before making my move.

"Get you a refill?" I asked with my best smile.

"Sure, wine not beer, though."

I brought back the whole bottle of wine and sat down next to her. We had a great time and no, I didn't get her drunk and jump her bones. I wanted to, but didn't; at least not that night. I didn't have a steady girl and I found out she'd broken up with her long-term boyfriend two months earlier.

"Well, looks like I'm in the right place at the right time," I said before realizing how dumb that actually sounded. But hell, like I said, I was a stupid kid whose hormones were now in overdrive. We exchanged numbers and before we parted I did get a kiss, no tongue but at least a kiss.

Wendy was fun, a bit moody at times, but still a lot of fun. We dated for about six weeks before I made any move on her. She wasn't a virgin, but told me straight out she wasn't a tramp either. 

We had gone out with some friends and ended up back at my buddy's apartment. We were getting into it hot and heavy, on a chair in the dining room, when I went a little too far for her liking.

"Steve, there's people all around and they're looking at us," she said hiding behind me with her top opened. "If you want to go any further it's not going to happen here." We ended up parking on an isolated rode up by a lake near my house. 

I grabbed a blanket out of my car and we had sex for the first time under the stars. We didn't make love; it was something like two teens rolling around on a blanket trying to act grown up. I did make sure she got off first, because once inside I wasn't going to last too long. It had been a long time since I'd been with anyone and was so worked up I was ready to burst at her first touch. 

We did everything by feel because it was very dark and there wasn't much of a moon. There was no oral but a lot of kissing and finger play. Luckily I had a box of Kleenex in the car for cleanup. We fooled around once more that night before she said it was getting close to her curfew and had to get home before her father went nuts.

"Steve, my father is kind of protective, and if I'm late it will be a cold day in hell before he'll let me go out with you again." I broke a few speed limits but I made damn sure I got her home on time. We were having the time of our lives when it happened.

I was working for a construction company just outside of town when Wendy surprised me at lunch.

"Hey babes," I said kissing her before I realized something was wrong.

"Steve, I'm late this month," is how she blurted it out. "I'm about three weeks late and I might be pregnant," she said starting to cry.

She cried as I held her and I even felt like crying myself. There was no way she could be pregnant; we were always so careful.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Steve, I think I'd know if I got my period, it's not something you can over look. I don't want to go to a doctor because it'll get back to my parents so I bought a home pregnancy test on my way over here. I'll know for sure this afternoon."

She left and I went back to work but it was the longest afternoon of my life.

"Steve, it was positive. What are we going to do?" I didn't have an immediate answer but I knew who to talk to.

"Mom, we've got a problem," I said as Wendy and I sat in the dining room the following day. "Wendy's pregnant."

"Oh my. Are you sure, dear?" Wendy nodded yes. "You two didn't use any protection?"

"We did mom, I don't know how it happened."

"Well I guess it doesn't make any difference how, but you two need to decide what you're going to do. Wendy. I know your parents aren't going to be very happy and Steve, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when your father gets home. However, it needs to be addressed because it's not going away, at least not for another, what seven months?"

I, or should I say we hit my dad when he got home that night. After hearing the word stupid a couple of dozen times he cooled down enough so I could talk to him.

"Son, I hope you're going to do the right thing by her?" he asked me.

"Dad, I haven't decided anything yet."

"Steve, there's nothing to decide. You two will get married and become almost instant parents. Wendy, I know your parents aren't going to want to hear anything about getting rid of it so you don't have much choice. At least you'll be able to graduate before you gives birth. Your parents know yet?" I told him no. He took out his cell phone and my life, as I knew it ended. "Hank, Don here. We need a little meeting with you and Mary, now if you've got the time. Ok, we'll see you in twenty minutes." We drove in separate cars. Wendy cried and I tried to make her feel better.

Wendy's dad used a lot stronger words than stupid when he addressed us, especially me. I thought for a moment he was going to hit me with his clenched his fists, but his wife kept him in check.

"Hank, I've told them I think it would be best for them to get married immediately," my dad told everyone.

"Hell yes, he's going to marry her. He'd not going to knock up my daughter and just walk away," he shouted looking right at me. "And the sooner the better."

At this point it was out of our hands. They never asked us if we wanted to get married, what type of wedding we wanted or where we wanted to live; the four of them made all those decisions, without any input from either Wendy or myself. I liked Wendy a lot, but I wasn't sure if I loved her. Guess it was a little late for that now.

Our wedding was planned in less than three weeks. It was to be kept small and we could invite only a few of our closest friends. Neither one of our families were very large so we had the ceremony at her parents' house and the reception at mine. Hell, I was just nineteen and wasn't even old enough to drink but my dad slipped us a couple of bottles of champagne and wine anyway. We spent our wedding night in a room at the Hilton Hotel, not even the bridal suite.

We hadn't had sex in weeks and I was looking forward to having a staple diet of it from now on. There was no white wedding dress but I did carry Wendy over the threshold. We both laughed when I stumbled and almost dropped her. We put our stuff away and opened one of the bottles of champagne; it was awful. 

"Isn't champagne supposed to be good? This stuff tastes like crap," she said downing the glass anyway and pouring another. I opened up one of the other bottles of white zinfandel that we also had.

"I think you'll find this more to your liking," I said handing her a glass. We drank that bottle and half of another before getting ready for bed.

We took a shower together. Neither one of us had seen the other totally naked in the light, and when she stepped into the shower I was more than satisfied.

"You're beautiful Wendy," I said kissing her. She however couldn't take her eyes off my now hard dick.

"Steve, are you about normal? You're only the second person I've been to bed with and my ex-boyfriend was a lot smaller."

"Honey, I guess I'm about normal but it's not the size it's what you do with it." I said asking myself where I'd heard that stupid phrase I'd just dumped on her.

We soaped up one another and for once we didn't have to worry about anyone bothering us or getting caught, we were legal. When I slipped in one finger she stiffened and told me she wasn't going to do it in a damn shower on her wedding night when there was a perfectly good bed in the other room. With a towel around her, she ran for the bed throwing the towel at me when I got close enough.

We made love for the first time that night and it was wonderful. We no longer had to worry about a condom and that in itself was an improvement. We'd done oral a little bit but neither one of us had any real experience so the first time I just got her wet, played with her clit until she was more than ready before slipping in. When I started slamming her she told me to go easy.

"Steve, we've got all night you don't have to hurry. I just want to feel my husband inside of me flesh to flesh for the first time." So we kissed and tenderly made love until we both climaxed. I don't know if it was love I was feeling, but it was something special.

We took three more showers that first night as we started getting a little bolder. When I went down on her, she promised that the next time she would at least trim it up since I kept pulling hair out of my mouth. She became real vocal when I licked and sucked her clit until she came but also wanted to know how she tasted. I went up, kissed her and slipped my tongue in her mouth.

"You know what, I expected something different. I don't know exactly what, only something different."

It was my turn now as Wendy started to give me a blowjob. I gave her pointers until I finally told her to pretend her mouth was a super tight pussy. After that she tip she did a hell of a lot better but told me no way she was going to swallow.

"I may let you do it in my mouth but I'm going to spit it out," and that's exactly what she did. "My ex tasted like a rusty pipe but yours is a lot different. I can't say tastier only different." She tried to shove her tongue down my throat afterwards but I fought that one. "Steve, what's good for the goose is good for the gander; remember that the next time you kiss me after going down on me."

We spent two days getting to know one another and not only sexually. I guess there were a million things we didn't know about one another and we both started learning what made each one of us tick. We moved into a tiny apartment that our parents furnished and life went back to normal, what ever that was. The only big change was that Wendy and I were a we instead of a you and me.

Wendy started to show about the fifth month. Everyone had already figured out why we got married so it wasn't a huge surprise. The biggest change is that Wendy was no longer your typical teenager. She found socials, dances and pep rallies awkward but I told her to go anyway. We got into our first tiff when she didn't want to go to her senior prom because she was now showing a lot.

"Babes, you're going to regret not going. It's your final dance and I'd be honored to escort you, prom dress and all."

"Steve, I'll feel like a whale in a huge sack cloth. Everyone will be staring at us and feeling sorry for me."

"Honey, everyone will be jealous that you have something already that they may never have; a husband who loves you to death and the makings of a beautiful baby that will soon be here." It appeased her a little, but she still refused to go. 

Wendy graduated and was as big as a house in her gown. Two weeks later she gave birth to a five and a half pound baby girl she named Anna Marie after her grandma. We were now a family but life was by no means easy.

"I'm tired of being stuck in the house while you're out every day," Wendy yelled at me. "I'm taking care of our baby but I'm bored silly."

"I got my mom to watch Anna and I took Wendy out to dinner and a movie the following weekend but that didn't satisfy her.

"Steve, I'm going with Carol to a concert next Saturday. You can watch Anna if you don't mind." 

"No problem babes, go have fun and I'll see you when you get back." Back being the key word because she didn't return home until way after two o'clock in the morning and was high as a kite. She was in no condition to talk to so I let it slide until Sunday.

"Steve, I know you're mad but it wasn't my fault. We met up with a group from school and Carol was in no condition to drive home."

"And you were?" I questioned her.

"I wasn't nearly as bad as her, and her roommate gave me a ride home. I guess we drank too much."

"Wendy, it wasn't booze that you were doing, I could smell the grass on you."

"I got carded so I couldn't get anything to drink but a few of the guys had some weed so I just had a joint or two."

"Or three or four? One or two joints doesn't do that to you unless you were doing hash also."

"Steve, I guess I don't know exactly what I was doing but I'm sorry, and it won't happen again." We had a great makeup session that afternoon while Anna slept.

Run-ins became the norm rather than the exception. She blamed me for her being cooped up all the time and that if I hadn't knocked her up she would be in college with her friends. One minute we'd be lovie dovie and the next she'd let me have it. I knew she was frustrated but I didn't need a Linda Blair twisting her head around three hundred and sixty degrees when things didn't go her way.

"Hon, go to night school. I get home by five thirty and there's plenty of time for you to go." I don't think she wasn't really interested in going, only bitching about it. She did however love Anna to death that was certain; loving me that I wasn't so sure about.

We started growing apart. No matter what I did, it was never enough. We still made love, but lately it was more sex than lovemaking. I guess that was the one staple we both enjoyed in our marriage; we did it for each other in bed. It was two years, five months and three days after the day Anna was born that Wendy lowered the boom on me.

"Steve, I'm not happy and I want a divorce. There isn't anyone else and no I haven't been cheating on you; I just want out."

"Wendy, this is a joke right?" but it wasn't.

She didn't want to talk about it because all I'd do is try to change her mind. Well duh, what did she think I'd try to do. She said she was moving back home and that we could split up what little we had fifty-fifty.

"How about Anna?"

"Steve, she's still your daughter and you can see her whenever you want; that won't change." What did change was when her father took charge of the divorce. 

I don't think he ever liked me because of what I did to his daughter so he tried to rake me over the coals. Whatever relationship I thought I still had with Wendy, he ruined. When I came over the following Saturday to see my daughter he refused to let me see her. When I put up a fuss, he called the cops on me. I fought it for a while but he hired a good lawyer and started putting the squeeze on me. After garnishing fifty percent of my wages, for initial child support, I got mad, quit my job and moved back home. Both of our names were on the lease so they not only went after me but Wendy also.

"Steve, they're saying I owe a month and a half of back rent, didn't you pay it?"

"Talk to your lawyer. I quit my job because your dad and lawyer were fucking me over and after he wouldn't let me see Anna I told him to fuck himself."

"My dad wouldn't do that. He would never keep you from Anna; you're her father."

"No shit, sweetheart, but that's what he did."

"You can come over now and see her if your interested." I told her I'd be there in ten minutes.

When I walked up the walk her father handed me a restraining order saying I wasn't allowed within one hundred yards of the house. I guess I lost it, sucker punched him knocking him flat out and walked into the house. Wendy got scared, started crying and hung onto Anna.

"You set me up you fucking bitch. I never knew you hated me this much. I gave you nothing but love and this is how you repay me. Fuck you and fuck your fucking family." She yelled that she didn't know anything about it but I was halfway out the door. I kicked her father in the balls on the way out for good measure and left.

I was surprised that no charges were ever filed. There was no way I was going back to work so her father could screw me over again. I decided to head to a place far away; I joined the Army. I said nothing about a wife and kid and within two weeks I was long gone. My father thought I was stupid but I couldn't sit around and wait for the next shoe to drop.

Compared to working for my last boss, boot camp was a breeze. I was surprised that so many recruits were in such bad shape. They had no endurance, and were weak as little girls when it came to upper body strength. At six feet I wasn't huge but was worth at least two of these wimps. 

All right, I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. I wasn't a grunt but didn't have brains enough to keep myself out of harms way. I didn't volunteer for Iraq but I didn't fight it either. One year after signing on the dotted line I was stepping out the door of the transport plane in Iraq. However, before I left, not knowing what I was in for, I made a few contingency plans.

"Dad, Anna is on my life insurance policy and I'll be sending home money just for her. Make sure that bitch Wendy or her asshole father doesn't get a dime and don't tell them where I'm at. I hope the two of them burn in fucking hell."

My dad chuckled a little and told me to tell him exactly how I felt. I knew my mom and Wendy's mother still talked and were close. She saw Anna a couple of times a week that way I did get a picture once in a while.

Why can't people learn to live with one another? It only took a month in country to figure out that this religious war was going to go on for the next hundred years. Everyone in our squad looked out for one another first and everyone else second. When a roadside bomb took out our hummer I dragged out two guys who were hurt. I had a few pieces of shrap metal but nothing serious. When we came under fire from an ambush I drove through a metal hut to get our asses out of there. Thank God, no one got hurt this time. When a boot lieutenant almost got us killed I told the Captain I was a heartbeat away from shooting the son of a bitch myself. I wanted to survive if for no other reason to see my daughter grow up.

I was in country ten months when I found out we'd be stuck there for another five more. I wrote my mom and she didn't take it too well. She did however say that Anna was doing well and that Wendy and her father had a real blow up and weren't talking any more. Be still my heart, they fucking deserved each other.

After the thirteenth month every thing seemed to settle down. We still took fire and the patrols still scared the shit out of us because we didn't know whom to trust. A week later we stumbled onto an enemy safe house. We went in the front door and walked into a wall of gunfire. We let loose with everything we had. Hell, there were women, children and old men right in the line of fire. I made my one and only bad decision of the last fourteen months. I knocked out a window and tossed three kids and two women out, but in the process I had turned my back to the open door. I heard a blast and felt a burning sensation in my waist area. I turned around firing full automatic. I hit one rag head and the other ducked out of the doorway. I took off through the door and ran into two guys from my squad. We were just lucky none of us shot one another. We cleared the house of whoever was left and found a cache of small arm and ammunition. Reinforcements including the bomb squad had arrived by the time we were out the door. 

"Steve, do you know you're hit?" 

I then felt that burning sensation again. I was hit just above the belt in a place where the two pieces of my flack jacket met. It had raised up just enough when I lifted the last woman out the window. I don't know if it was luck or unlucky; but I was alive. I was patched up and went home with my company two months later. Fifteen months was far too long in that god forsaken country, at least I wouldn't have to go back. I would go back home and two months later be discharged. I couldn't wait I'd had enough. 




Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow



Two purple hearts and a bronze star were the only metal I brought back. My dad said my mom was going nuts after she found out about the stupid things I'd done. "Son, I guess I shouldn't have shown her your metals."

A thirty-day leave was just what the doctor ordered. I was bone tired and had grown-up too much in the last fifteen months. I thought about my life and what I wanted to do after I got out. There wasn't a chance in hell I'd be re-enlisting; you'd have to be figgin nuts to reup and then get sent back to that hellhole.

Dad picked me up at the airport. "Nice tan, what'd you do just lie around on the beach sunning yourself?" he said with a smirk. I grabbed my duffel and headed out to the parking garage. 

"How's it going on the home front? Just tell me there's no surprises waiting for me," I said not knowing what my mom had planned.

"You know your mom. She's planning a big meal tomorrow because she feels you deserve a good home cooked meal after being gone this long."

"How's my girl? Do you have any new pictures? The last one I got was three months ago?"

"Mom sent out another set two weeks ago, you probably passed them on your was back. You'll be able to see her for yourself. Also my local VFW post wants you to join. I think I kind of played you up a bit so they want to stop by and thank you for serving your country." I guess my dad was proud of me. "I gave the money you sent home to either Wendy or her mother with specific instructions that it was to be used for Anna only."

"Good, Wendy would have probably spent it on weed or going out to concerts and parties."

"Wendy's grown up believe it or not. She's in school and is about half done on her associate's degree. She says she's only got three semesters left after this one."

"Will wonders never cease?"

I didn't think my mom would ever let me go as she hugged me and cried all at the same time.

"I thought I told you not to do anything stupid and then your father started telling me war stories and showed me your metals. Does it hurt where you got shot?"

"No, mom. I'm ok, believe me," I said kissing her on the head.

"Well tomorrow we're having a BBQ in honor of your coming home. Don't worry, it won't be big, just a few friends."

"How's my girl?"

"Pretty as a picture and she'll be here tomorrow."

I put my stuff away and sat on the back deck with my dad having a beer.

"Not much fun over there was it."

"No fun at all," I replied. "People are just nuts sometimes. I don't think I'll ever understand how people can kill one another in the name of God, Allah or some damn religion; it just doesn't make scene."

"Steve, sometimes life doesn't make scene. At least you won't have to go back." We clicked our bottles together at that statement.

"When I get out I plan on going to school for electrical. I'm not the office type of person but I need a job with a future. Construction pays well, but I want something I can take with me where ever I decide to go," I told him.

"You plan on going some where?"

"Don't have a clue, but there's nothing here for me anymore."

"You still have a daughter."

"Like I'm going to be able to see her with that asshole Hank around."

My dad started to say something but stopped and took a log slug of his beer.

"You know you're still married."

"I thought that shit was final a long time ago. I tore up the papers Wendy sent me but I figured it still went through anyway. Dad, you should have seen the fucking garbage in there. They wanted alimony, thirty percent of what I made, medical, life insurance for the both of them and a bunch of other crap. I emptied a full clip into that document before throwing it in a dumpster. I was going to send it back to them that way unsigned but I just tossed them," I said with this big grin on my face.

"Well, it's something you'll eventually have to address."

"Fuck them all. I hope I never see any of them again." I was now angry just thinking about it. "She took Anna and just fucking left to move back in with her parents. No warning, no discussion she just booked."

"You guys were pretty young."

"Dad, I did my fucking best. I came home after work instead of going out with the guys and did the best I could for her and Anna. She whined about what her friend were doing and I guess she missed her single life; well now she has it again and I hope she fucking chokes on it." This conversation was done as I got up and went into the house for another beer.

I guess I shouldn't have taken it out on my dad, but every time I thought about it my stomach knotted up, I saw red and wanted to punch something. I could see my dad talking to my mom and they both looked over at me. Mom still saw the good in everyone but I guess I wasn't as angelic as mom.

I slept great that night, maybe the five beers has something to do with it. For me sleeping in until nine thirty was a real treat and having a home cooked breakfast waiting for me just added to my good mood.

"Steve, everyone will be here by six tonight. We're doing chicken on the grill so I'll need you to help your father. You know how he burns every thing he cooks on the grill."

"When will Anna be here?"

"Just before six. You know she hasn't seen you in two years, she may not recognize you. I've showed her pictures of you, but you've got shorter hair now so don't go nuts if she doesn't run into your arms."

"Don't worry, I'll go slow."

"How many people are coming tonight?"

"About twelve besides us."

When I asked who they were, mom just smiled and said I'd know everyone. 

By five o'clock the food was on the grill and I was having my first brew of the day. I was basting the chicken when my dad came out on the deck.

"Taking over for me are you? You don't think your old man knows how to cook chicken on the damn grill?"

"Just making sure we have something to eat tonight,"

At about a quarter to six I heard the front bell. My dad said he'd get it but I told him not to bother because it was probably Anna. When I opened the door, all I saw was Hank.

"You've got thirty seconds to get the fuck out of here or I'm going to put a bullet between your fucking eyes," I said. He got nervous and tried to say something.

"Steve, these are our guests," my mom said pushing me to the side and inviting Hank, Mary and Wendy into our house. Wendy had Anna in her arms but all I could see was red.

"What the fuck are they doing here?" I shouted.

"Steve I will not allow that kind of talk in my house and please lower your voice," she said, as everyone appeared more than a little tense. "They are our guests."

"I never thought I'd get blindsided by my own mother," I said looking directly at her while I grabbed my car keys and walked out the door. I heard a few people call my name, but I wasn't hearing a thing; I just wanted out of there.

The beer was cold and went down mighty easy as I spent the next five hours asking myself why my mom had done what she did. I knew why but it didn't make it any easier. I spent the night in the back seat of my car down by the lake. It was the same spot where Wendy and I had done it the first time. Good memories and bad ones all at the same time.

I walked into a hornet's nest the following morning. My mom was more than primed. It was how could I have done this or that and where was I all night? There was a lot about how I embarrassed her and something about forgiveness but she was going a mile a minute so I just let her rant and rave as I calmly poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. It took her all of ten minutes to finish. She was flushed and ended up fanning herself to cool off.

"Are you done?" I asked fully expecting her to start in on me again. "Why didn't you tell me that Hank and Wendy were invited?"

"I figured you'd tell me no way and get angry."

"Well, isn't that about what happened?"

"Steve, he's sorry that he overreacted. He was just trying to protect Wendy, that's all. I figured you might be a little angry but I never expected that type of reaction; I guess your father was right. I'm sorry about last night, but you never got to see Anna and we had her all ready to see you. She didn't understand why everyone was yelling and crying."

"Mom, can't you just go get her for me and bring her over here?"

"Up until last night that might have worked but now everyone has an attitude again. Do you know how long it took Mary and I to get your dad and Hank to just talk to one another again? Whether you like it or not, Anna has two sets of grandparents who love her dearly and two parents that need to talk."

"Not going to happen mom. I want nothing to do with Wendy; been there done that. She bailed on me and she can fuck herself."

"Steve, enough of that foul mouth talk in my house. I know I didn't teach you to talk like that and I won't have it in my house. Is that understood?"

"Yes mother dear," I said mocking her.

"Good, now that we have that straight, we can talk about Anna. Wendy is bringing her over at about eleven o'clock when she goes to class. You'll have her to yourself for about two hours if that ok with you?"

"Mom, that's all I wanted since I've been back."

I made sure I was scarce when Wendy dropped her off. It looked like Wendy was looking for me, but I was in no mood to talk to her. I came downstairs and called out to Anna.

"Anna, come here, it's daddy," I said resting on my knees.

She looked at me, then my mom before she was led over to me. She looked at me, touched my face while my mom said that I was her daddy. The clinker came when she showed Anna my picture.

"See, this is your daddy," that clicked in her brain and he gave me a big hug.

"You got a kiss for your daddy?"

Anna gave me a big wet kiss and started leading me around by the hand all the while telling my mom this was her daddy; I was in heaven. For the next hour and a half she never left my side. I read to her, ate with her and just looked at her. She was just about two and a half when I'd left and had grown so much. Now, I was the one to feel bad that I'd missed so much. I was so consumed with Anna, I never heard Wendy come in the room. I guess she'd been standing in the doorway for about five minutes before Anna saw her.

"Mommy, look daddy," was the first thing she said dragging me over to Wendy by the hand. She put her hands up, so I picked her up. She looked at me then her mom before giving me another kiss. She then reached out to Wendy. She grabbed Anna and gave her a big kiss before wanting to be let down. She walked over to my mom and led her into the kitchen asking for a drink. I was now an official part of her life.

"Hello Steve, you're looking well. It looks like you've put on a few pounds."

"I'm doing fine, I hear you're in school."

"Almost half done with my AA. It's been a little tough but thanks to your mom, she helped make it possible. I'm sorry about yesterday, I thought you knew we were all coming over."

"I guess everyone knew but me, but no matter."

"You know we still have to talk."

"Wendy, you said it all two years ago when you walked out. You've moved on and now it's time for me to think about my future."

"Steve, I'm sorry for what I said. I was really confused and feeling more than a little sorry for myself. You don't know what it was like to be cooped up with a baby while all my friends we out enjoying themselves. I guess I felt kind of cheated. I wasn't ready to be a mother."

"How about me? Do you think I was ready to be a dad? I also had a life but it all changed when you got pregnant. I didn't leave you; I did the best I could for you and Anna. Whether you believe it or not, I loved you and Anna more than anything else in the world, but I could see you weren't satisfied with me."

"Steve, back then I didn't know what I wanted. I wanted my old life back."

"Well, I guess you got what you and your asshole father wanted; me out of the picture. But I'm coming back, and if your dad gives me a hard time about seeing Anna, we're going to have more than words again."

"Steve, he's sorry and wanted to apologize to you last night before you left. He never even knew you were sending money to me for Anna. I guess he thought you were a low life that got his baby girl knocked up and left her to fend for herself."

"I didn't leave Wendy, you did."

"Steve, I'm sorry," is all I let her get out of her mouth.

"Wendy, just leave me the fuck alone all right. You and your God damn friends and family can do what ever, I don't care anymore. I just want to be a part of Anna's life."

"Steve, I've never denied you that."

I just gave her a look that would have froze the sun before she could say another word.

"Wendy, I've got to go. I'm meeting some of my real friends and I don't want to be late." I gave my girl another kiss, bit her ear and said I would see her later. She gave me a big hug and I got my first wet peanut butter kiss.

"Well, I guess what they say is true, only the good die young," my buddy Carl said and four of us tipped back more than a few. 

"How much time you got left?"

"Two months and I'm going to be officially discharged. Then it's trade school to learn electronics. I need some type of skill that I can take anywhere I decide to go. Hell, I could go back as a civilian and make more money in a year that any of you could earn in five years."

"But there's always the chance of getting shot. I'll take my measly wage and a safe place to hang my hat at night."

"Here, here," was what everyone to a man told me.

"Besides Steve, you've got a wife and kid to worry about."

"A kid yes, but no wife," I replied.

"Connie tells me you two aren't even divorced yet."

"Just a matter of signing on the bottom line. Hell, she'd probably been fucking every stray dick around since I've been gone. I was with her for almost three years, there's no way that girl could have been celibate; I know her."

"Sorry to bust your bubble buddy, the word on the street is that she was hands off. She went out with her group of friends but told everyone she was married."

"Bull shit."

"Hey man, you can ask Connie or anyone else and they'll tell you the same damn thing. But I guess after you sign the papers she be the new hot commodity around here, and I know more than a few guys that would love to tap that ass of hers."

We spent the rest of the night drinking, eating and bull shitting one another. By midnight I'd had enough and took a cab home. My mom was waiting up for me.

"Honey you got a minute to talk?"

"Sure mom, where's dad?"

"Where do you think he is? Sleeping and that's where I should be too."

"I need to know what you plan on doing about Wendy. I know she's sorry about what she did and by the time she realized what an idiot she'd been, you were gone. When you didn't come home before you went overseas we were all mad at you. If something had happened to you I never would have forgiven you."

"Mom, if something happened, I would have been dead and you couldn't have yelled at me."

"Steve, you know what I mean."

"Mom, she never wrote me in the entire fifteen months I was over there. The only thing I got from her was divorce papers."

"Honey, her father sent you those papers without telling her. When Wendy found out she went round and round with her dad and didn't even talk to him for almost a month. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying she was right or would excuse her for what she did, just sit down and talk to her before you go off half cocked again."

"Don't worry mom, I'll listen to her lies like I did for the three years we were together. So if you don't mind, I'm going to do what dad's doing but in my room, goodnight mom," I said giving her a hug before going up to my old room.

I saw Anna every day after that. Even if Wendy didn't have school, she still dropped her off at moms. We did everything a father and an almost five year old could do. The park, the zoo, but I put my foot down on the giant roller coaster; even though she said her mom said it was ok. The last two and a half weeks had flown by and I still was avoiding the elephant in the corner.

"Mom, can you watch Anna tomorrow night? I plan on taking Wendy out to dinner and need to be alone with her." My mom gave me that look. "And no it's not for that either, it's just to talk. Maybe I should tell dad you think about sex all the time?" That put her back on her heels.

"Wendy, you want to go to dinner tomorrow night and talk?" I asked her when she picked up Anna. "Mom said she'd watch her for us; how about it?"

"Sure, why not. We need to get a few things worked out anyway," she said in a snotty tone of voice.

"Look, if you don't want to go just say so," I said getting tired of her attitude. "You were the one who said you wanted to talk."

"All right, my class ends at seven o'clock so I should be here no later than twenty after. I'll be in jeans so let's make it casual." Damn, she sounds like she's doing me a favor going out with me; things sure have changed in two weeks.

Antonia's had great food and was romantically quiet. It had been one of our favorites before we got married. I dressed casual but nice and Wendy wore a short top and had on jeans the showed more skin than fabric. I thought it was crazy to pay good money for damaged jeans, but in this case they were worth ever penny.

After we ordered and got our bottle of wine I asked her what she had on her mind.

"It doesn't make any difference any more," was all she said.

"All right, so if there isn't anything on your mind or nothing you want to talk about, we can have a nice dinner and I can take you home," I said sipping on the wine before looking at the bottle and then showing her. "Do you remember, this is the same wine we had on our wedding night," I said laughing. "Two underage kids trying to look grown-up by drinking champagne."

"And it was the worst, wasn't it?" Wendy replied.

"Well, you drank it anyway."

"That's when you opened those bottles of white zinfendale. I was crazy scared and needed something, anything to calm my nerves."

"Wendy, you never told me you were scared; I thought I was the only one. I wasn't sure what to do so I suggested the shower. I figured it was as good as anything to break the ice."

"I wasn't sure if you'd be disappointed, you know, in my body. I'm not the bustiest or have all the curves some of the other girls have."

"Wendy, you were beautiful and I told you so."

"I just thought you were saying that to make me feel good."

I grabbed both of her hands in mine. "You were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen."

"Steve, how many other totally naked women had you ever seen in the shower before?"

"Well, none, but that's not the point," I said starting to laugh which brought a huge smile to her face also.

"So, is that your new line, come on baby, let's take a shower together?" she asked laughing.

"No, you're the only girl I've ever said that to," I replied pulling my hands away. I didn't laugh this time.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it and besides, hell, Steve I don't want a divorce. I know we had problems but I care for you and want another shot at it."

It was quiet between us for what seemed like hours before I spoke.

"I care for you, you care for me and we've got Anna; sounds like the making of a good relationship doesn't it? But not the old one we had."

"But Steve." she started to say before stopping her.

"Wendy, hear me out before you say anything. Our old marriage is dead. The one we had died when you left two years ago. We probably never would have made it even if you'd stayed. To immature kids and a baby, it never would have worked the way we were going at each other. I've thought long and hard at what I want and mostly need out of a relationship be it with you or someone else."

"So you're saying that you've found someone else?"




Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow



"No I'm not saying that, only that I'm not the same person I was back then and neither are you. We've grown and believe it or not have become adults. I love Anna to death and no matter what always want to be a part of her life regardless of what happens between us. What I'm proposing is this. We end what is left of a failed marriage. I'll support Anna but not you also. Wendy you'll have to fend for yourself like everyone else in this world. I'll be back in two months and during that time you need to decide if you want to start over. Just to give you a heads up, I'd like another shot at it but we need to take it slower this time and get to know who we've become. If not, we can go our separate ways, be friends and both have Anna."

We talked until they threw us out of the restaurant; we then went to Denny's for coffee. We worked out a fair split of what we had and what each of our roles would be in regards to Anna. This isn't what Wendy wanted but this was all I was offering. By the time I left our one page divorce decree was done and filed. The following week I was on my way back to Texas to finish my last two months.

Wendy wrote me all the time and we got closer through the letters she sent. She told me a lot of things she was afraid to say in person to me and I hit her with all the hard topics that needed to be addressed when I got back.

It's now been six and a half months since I was discharged. I'm in trade school and working harder than ever. It's been a long time since I'd been in school and I had to relearn how to study. It's a two-year course and then there is a year of fieldwork before I can take the state certification test. I've already lined up a job that will qualify for my fieldwork portion; things are finally starting to look up for me.

My dad understood why Wendy and I got the divorce but my mom went nuts.

"Steve, what if she meets someone else? Don't lose that girl Steve or you'll regret it until the day you die." 

I think she just didn't want to lose Anna who was the apple of her eye. Wendy's dad was still an asshole. He said the divorce was the best thing that could have happened to Wendy and about had a cow when I came over to take her to dinner; her mom only smiled.

You see, Wendy and I are dating and have been since my second day back, but we're trying to take it slow this time; I guess you can say I'm courting her. The only condition is that we're not exclusive. We can and have dated others but are not to ask the other about our dates. My mom thinks we're nuts and Anna doesn't understand why her mom and I aren't together but is adjusting to the two households.

It was a little awkward when we both met up at the same restaurant. We both watched each other all through dinner and I guess kind of ignored our dates. Now if I see her out on a date, I go the other way to give us each the opportunity to see if what we had once is still there.

The one thing that didn't change is that we still both rang each other's chimes. It was on our second date that we just fell into one another. It started off as a simple kiss and the next thing we knew we were at a motel having sex. It wasn't love making more like animal lust. I still owe her a new blouse because somehow hers kind of got damaged when I removed it rather rapidly. It was her first time since we'd been apart and she about killed me. We didn't finish until after two in the morning and I told her I'd bring Anna back the next day instead of waking her. It seems now that every time we go out we end up back in the sack, not that I'm complaining.

It was after a rather strenuous and vocal session that things got a little complicated. We were coming down from what had been an over the top love making session and were cuddling and kissing when she dropped a bomb.

"Steve, I don't want you to get mad, but I need to know what were doing."

"Well I'm resting up before I can do it again unless you're too tired," I said with a kiss and smile.

"You know what I mean. Where do you and I stand or it going to be just like this from now on?"

I sat up at this point and flipped on the side lamp.

"Wendy, do you have something you want to say to me?"

"Steve, I've been dating a guy on and off and he told me that the only way he'll go out with me anymore is if we become exclusive."

"Are you sleeping with him?"

"Steve, are you sleeping with the other girls you're taking out?" she snapped back at me. I was with one of them but saw her point and remembered our agreement.

"Wendy, what are you asking me? Do I love you? I think I do. Do I want to marry you? Maybe, but I'm not sure yet. And no, I don't have a time frame right now."

"Well, I guess that answers my question," she said getting out of bed.

"Wendy, what do you want from me?"

"I guess nothing you're willing to give me. If you don't mind, it's getting late and I need to get Anna home and into her own bed tonight."

The ride home was quiet. She looked out the window and I was in deep thought. When we got to mom's house she grabbed Anna and tucked her into her car seat.

"I'll call," I said kissing her on the lips, but she didn't return my kiss. She didn't even look at me as she got in her car and drove away.

I waited three days before calling her. I guess it had been a reasonable question on her part. We weren't exclusive and I was just going with the flow for now.

"Hi honey," is how I started it. "You and Anna want to go out and grab a bite tomorrow?"

"Anna would love to, but I'm busy." 

"Well then, how about Friday night then?" I asked.

"Steve, like I said, Anna would love it but I'm busy."

"By busy you mean you don't want to go out with me anymore?"

"Steve, I'm not going to play games with you. What you want I can't give you anymore. I'm finishing up school next year and have to think about Anna's future and mine. I can't hang my hat on maybes any more I need to look forward and not dwell on the past like you once told me. So if you want to pickup Anna, just let me know and I'll have her ready for you." The conversation was short and not so sweet.

"I'll get back to you," I said before hanging up. That began my month from hell.

I saw Anna only when Wendy dropped her of at mom's house. I think you can say I went into a bit of a depression and it was my dad who first noticed and put his boot between my butt cheeks.

"You're walking around like a homeless puppy. Either get your head out of your ass or move on but do one or the other for Christ's sakes. You're twenty-four years old, start acting like it instead of a damn teenager."

I was sitting at Wendy's kitchen table having breakfast with Anna when Wendy made her way down the stairs. She was startled to say the least.

"Steve, what are you doing her, is there something wrong?"

"There's a lot wrong but I can only fix one thing at a time," I told her.

"Steve, I don't understand."

"Anna and I have been sitting here thinking what was missing. We both came to the same conclusion, you. You see, we want you to be having breakfast with us every morning and dinner every night."

"But mommy has to cook," Anna said before taking another bite of toast.

"That's right mommy has to cook, but for all three of us. I guess what I'm doing a bad job of is asking for another chance."

"Steve, I can't go on dating forever not knowing if and when you'll ever make a decision."

"I guess mommy is the one who doesn't understand now." I dropped to one knee and pulled a little box out of my pocket. "Wendy, what I'm asking is to be Anna's full time dad again and your new husband."

"Steve, I thought you said you weren't ready."

"If I wait until I'm ready and have all my ducks in a row there is a chance that you'll be gone, and I couldn't live with that. I want to look into those brown eyes when I go to sleep at night knowing they'll still be there in the morning when I wake up. But if you want to think about it, I guess I'll understand but please not too long." I said standing up handing her the box and walking towards the door.

"Anna, your dad is an idiot do you know that?"

"Momma said a bad word," Anna said covering her mouth trying not to laugh.

"What makes you think I wasn't going to say yes? I've been waiting for those words for too long. I was just afraid I'd never hear you say them. Yes, yes I will marry you again, but since this will be my final wedding, I want a real one this time." And that's what we had.

Anna was a beautiful flower girl and even her asshole of a father came around. I'm not sure if he liked the idea of getting stuck for a big wedding but never said a word. We spent seven days on a cruise ship and even made it out of our cabin once in a while.

On the final night of our honeymoon we were on deck looking at the moon hating that it would soon be over.

"No," she said kissing me with just the right amount of tongue.

"No what?"

"No I didn't sleep with him. We got close a few times but we never did it. Remember years ago, I told you I wasn't a tramp? I only go to bed with someone I really love and that my friend is only you." 

I know we must have rocked the ship that night. Did I feel guilty about not telling her about going to bed with Tammy? Yes, since she'd come clean but there was no way in hell I was going to take a chance on screwing up what we had at this very moment. If she ever asks me I'll tell her if not, I'll take that secret to the grave. Starting over will be hard enough without complicating matters. I loved her and Anna to death and would never do anything ever again to hurt them. I guess you can say I finally grew up.



Yesterday Was Not The Last



One year ago....

Yesterday was the last day I was going to mess with John. I am so tired of dealing with his attitude. Sometimes the sex just isn't worth it. Although, sex with him, was always an adventure. John was the type of person that truly knew how to piss people off. I think he got off on it. He was always talking about how smart he is, how good looking he is. He is a smart man, but his looks were just average. He is tall, short hair cut and just a slight hint of muscle. Average. Yet he walked around like he was the best gift placed on this earth. Yuck. Just thinking about him upsets me. I got to get him off my mind and out of my life. I decided to jump in the shower.

As I was in the shower I couldn't help but to think about John. He is intoxicating like that. The harder I try to clear my mind of him the more I end up thinking about him. Yesterday was the last day but I can't seem to get it out of my head. Sex with John was amazing. He knew what to do and how long to do it. Some men find a spot that makes a girl scream a little and then he continues to hit that same spot for the entire time. I mean damn! I got other spots too. Not John. He knew all my spots and he knew how long to stay there. I felt my nipples getting hard and my pussy was getting wet, and not by the shower. I felt myself needing a fix. I knew that if I were to please myself with John on my mind I would never be able to shake him. The urge was too great and I slowly began rubbing my inner thigh. 

The phone rang. Good thing for me, I needed a way out of this trance.

"Hello?" I tried to sound as calm as I could.

"Hey -- You ok? I know I put that thang you last night!" You guessed it. It was John.

"John, I thought I told you not to call me? What do you want?"

"I told you. I wanted to make sure you were ok. The way you were shaking and screaming, I figured either you would have a headache or your voice would be gone." He laughed as though he was the funniest man on earth.

"John, you are good but not that good. Look I was in the shower. Can I call you back?"

"Shower? Good, then I am just in time."

"In time for what?" I asked.

There was a knock on the door. I opened it, there he stood. It was John. Naked. Not one stitch of clothing on. This is what I am talking about. He does certain things that are exciting and daring. The risk alone is something that takes my breath away and makes me weak every time.

"So are you going to let me in? You want every one to see my dick swinging?"

"It doesn't look like it is swing to me." More like standing at attention ready to be saluted. "Where are your clothes?" I just noticed that he didn't have anything in his hands, just his car keys.

"Let me in and I will tell you."

I stepped back and allowed him to walk past me. I caught the scent of his cologne. Damn he smelt good. Damn I am so wet right now. No. I am not going to let this happen.

"John, you have to leave. I told you yesterday that I can't keep doing this."

"I know. I heard you. That is why I am here. I am going to stop you from making the biggest mistake in your life." 

Just then he grabbed me, ripped my robe off and picked me up. He placed me down on the kitchen table, pushed my legs open and starting eating me like I was his last meal right before execution. He was making a statement and I was making a mental note of his every move. Suddenly he stopped. I looked at him with utter disappointment. His eyes assured me there was more. 

He stood up and walked over to my glass patio doors. Open the blinds and pulled a chair in front of them. He motioned for me to come over and sit. I will admit, I really didn't want to. What if someone were to see us? I did it anyway. Like I said, there is something about John.

I sat on the chair. He knelt down in front of me and pulled me forward. Right there, in front of the doors he ate me out. At first I was scared. People started walking by.

"John, people are walking by. What if they see us?"

"So." That is all he said.

One couple did see. They stopped, pointed, and moved closer. That turned me on. The closer they got the more I started to moan. I closed my eyes and let him do what he came here to do. When I opened them the couple where standing right outside of my window. The woman was staring with lust in her eyes, her man started rubbing on her breasts. That was just what I needed. I stopped John, who was still eating me, and told him to sit down on the chair. I stood in front of him and bent over to give him some pleasure. I wanted to place my ass right in the couple face. I wanted them to lust for me as I fucked John. As I sucked on John's dick I rubbed my ass and pussy with my fingers. Showing everyone involved how wet I was. I could tell John was ready to cum so I stopped and sat on top of him. I was facing John, we locked eyes. I bounced on his dick fast and hard, my ass was bouncing up and down in the air. By this time couple where so hot, that I noticed them, run off. John and I continued. He grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed them tight. Helping me bounce just to add that extra feel to it. We were both moaning with lust and excitement. 

While he was still inside of me he lifted me up, slowly pulled out and then bent me over the couch. He rubbed his dick down the crack of my ass to spread my wetness around for easier access. I loved when he fucked me in the ass. I reached around and spread both butt cheeks, to let him know it was ok, and he rammed his dick in my ass. I liked it rough and he knew the only way I would let him do this to me was to do it hard. As laid there, bent over the couch for easy entrance he continued to fuck me. This is the shit I can't seem to live without. H placed one hand on the small of my back and reached around with the other hand to finger me. We went at it like this for hours, fucking, switching locations and positions. 

His stamina was every women's dream. He knew when to give me a quickie and when my body longed for hours of loving. Some how we ended up in the bed and that is were we exploded together. John had me on lock and I didn't know how to break free. 

We laid there, breathing deep. Smiling from ear to ear. What we had done broke unspoken rules of sex between friends. Hell, the broke rules that the rules had. If he wasn't so damn egotistical I would try to date him. 

"John. You have to go." I really didn't want him to, I needed him to.

"Why?"

I had to tell him the truth. "I am falling in love with you John, but I know I could never be with you because you are too damn stubborn."

"See. Here I am stupid enough to think that you would love me for who I am and take what I say with a grain of salt. Especially since everything I do I aim to please you." He was sitting up in bed at this time looking at my eyes, showing me a side I had never seen before.

"So what are you saying?" I asked. I wanted him to get to the point.

"I am saying that you are the first female I have been with who allowed me to be me. You let me do things to you that no other woman ever allowed. I am saying I think we need to get married."

What the fuck? Where in hell was this shit coming from? Married? We haven't even had a real date. Married? What was he talking about? He lost his mind.

"John, I think you need to go drink so water. You sound dehydrated."

"I know it sounds crazy but hear me out. We have been doing this for 2 years now. It is true that we have never been on a real date but I have cooked for you and you have cooked for me. I have stayed over for several days and visa versa. We have been doing the boyfriend/girlfriend thing for a while without the actual title. Now I want you to have my last name."

"Are you serious?"

"I am."

"I need you to leave so that I can clear my head and think."

He left. The same way he came in. It was funny watching him walk back to his car. Two older women were startled by him but looked at him with want in their eyes. 

After he was gone I thought to myself. This morning you were saying yesterday was the last time. Clearly that was a lie. Now you are thinking about marring him? Have you lost your mind! He is clearly not the right person for me. The sex if amazing but I can't let that be the deciding factor. I can't marry someone because they are good in bed. I mean true, we have been spending a lot of time together, for a couple who really isn't a couple. I just have to tell him no. I have to. This isn't right. Ok, I am going to tell him no. Yep, I am going to say no. 

That was a year ago. As you guessed, I couldn't say no. Today, I am on my honeymoon with John. This is the happiest day of my life. 

"I love you." John said.

"I love you too."

Was this the beginning? His cell phone rang and a familiar name popped up. Or was this a rocky start to the end?



Yesterday's Affair



I went for a long drive today, and ended up, mid-afternoon, at Daly's Bay, watching the whitecaps on the Hudson River...along the way, I had called a few "play" friends to see if they were available to "help a girl out". None were, as usual. So I texted my "coffee friend"...the married man that I have been "on the fence" over...and pondering an intimate affair with....

Sure enough, it was very difficult for him to get away from the wife and kids on a Sunday afternoon...but within a half hour, he texted me to let me know he was on his way. I had not planned on HIM being the one that would be able to get away...I assumed it would be one of the three single men that I...get together...with on occasion...

When I read his, "Cn b thr in 20 min", I wasn't sure what to do...I nearly panicked, knowing that MY text had said I wanted to fuck and that nobody else was available...Did I really want to fuck this man? Oh, gawd, what had I gotten myself into this time? Well, what I had gotten myself into was a sexy, tiny thong, no bra, and a very horny state...and here it was going to be satiated by a married man? YIKES!

I called my husband to let him know that I was at the beach and would be walking along the trail, without the cellphone. Then I waited. And absolutely FREAKED! I nearly drove away! When Steve arrived, he left his car parked at the beach and joined me in mine, a minivan being roomier than a BMW. We chatted for a while, completely comfortable with each other, and again, I wondered what was holding me back from fucking this man...

Oh yeah, the wife and two kids!! But, is that not his issue? Not mine? I told him, in frustration, how the last 24 hours had panned out for me and my hormones (hmm....being stood up works so well!!) He was, as most married men I know, quite understanding of the single men's' issues and lack of consideration...and at that point, he told me that a walk and a crisp, cold breeze would do me well... I laughed at him trying to diffuse my anger, but went along with his suggestion...a walk would do me good! I could vent through exercise!!

We locked up the van and began walking. As I told him more and more about my day, I got more and more frustrated with the single men I know. One, while still considered a friend, had been severely absent lately. Another had had a death in the family that I was not convinced was true...me cynical, or him lying?? ...still undecided...and yet another had had a BBQ to attend -- over sex?? Could I be blamed for feeling less than sexy and feminine? 

But as I discussed my frustrations, Steve moved closer, laughing at my misery, and making me laugh at it too! That was the best thing about him...he could make me laugh at myself, and never took me seriously! He howled at me getting stuck in the old friend with benefits' driveway, and laughed more at me getting OUT of the driveway!! I had to laugh with him! 

Then, while we were both laughing, the dynamic changed....it was as though the air had been deflated, and we were both left looking at the other in the deflated image, trying to decide how to proceed...Steve took the choice away by leaning in to kiss me...the kiss was so passionate and "furtive" that it nearly had me wet enough to receive him then and there! As he kissed me, my hand rubbed across the fabric of his jeans, feeling his hardness...

I suggested going back to my van to continue what we had begun, telling him about a "toy" I had in the van...a vibrator that attached to my tongue. Once in the van, I placed the toy on my tongue, as he undid his jeans...and sat relaxed into the back seat. On my hands and knees in front of him, I brought my head to his lap, with my tongue vibrating and buzzing...I blew hot, moist breath on the head of his cock, slowly moving my mouth down the length of the shaft, without touching him...

After about 5 minutes of running my open mouth up and down over his cock without touching it, I finally allowed my lips to brush against him in a feathery wisp of contact. Slowly, I put more pressure, still running my tongue and lips over his length...Finally, I placed my lips around the head and sucked the length into my mouth. When he started to thrust his hips upward to meet my mouth, I knew I needed to fuck him, to feel him...I slid my mouth off his cock, leaving a trace of saliva down my chin...and moved beside him on my hands and knees, opening a condom for him.

He took the invitation as it was intended, and quickly moved behind me, plunging his middle finger inside my wet pussy while unrolling the condom over his length with the other hand. Once he was fitted in the condom, he replaced his finger with his cock, sliding in deeply, thrusting quickly, and resuming the rhythm I had interrupted when my mouth left his cock. At the same time, he rubbed his finger against my ass, slowly increasing the pressure.

I started to move against him more, rocking back and forth on my knees in front of him, getting more and more turned on by his touches...I could tell he was getting very close to orgasm by the speed, the depth, the moans and groans...by the finger, now in my ass, playing quickly but gently...and I too was getting quite close...and began to move away, slowing the intensity and depth...

He pulled out with a groan, to my horror! Fuck, fuck, fuck!! I was SO close!! But then, he removed a hand from my hip, and I felt the head of his cock against my ass, gently pushing, seeking, and stretching...until he was in...then he started to thrust, still gently...pushing further and further, until I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy. He increased the pace, working faster and faster...when he leaned into me to put his arm around my waist to reach my clit, rubbing it with the same frenzied pace, that was my undoing! His too, by the weight of his collapse into my back, the moans and curses into my hair...

For moments, he stayed there, collapsed against me, stretched out on my back with his head over my shoulder, panting hot breath down my neck...then finally he gently lifted himself, and eased his flaccid penis, condom still in place, out of my silky wetness. I moved to take the condom off, and he spasmed at the touch...Quickly, I moved my tongue (still with the vibrator) to his bare cock, and sucked on him a few times in appreciation...

See, there are also benefits to a married man, I thought...and I had certainly enjoyed myself more than with any of my single "friends"!!