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A Marriage

By: H. Jekyll



A story in nine 'flash' scenes.

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Scene One: "Poker Night"

(297 words)

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"There's three stages of sex in marriage," announces Don.

"Yeah," says Milt, "Dating, engaged, and who cares." Tom is reshuffling the deck. Ike is pouring himself another Irish.

"The first stage is the kitchen stage."

Peter passes some popcorn to Bill.

"That's when the newlyweds do it all the time, trying every conceivable position and location, even the kitchen table."

Peter and Bill yell "boo" almost in harmony. Milt adds, "If they'd try inconceivable positions, there'd be fewer kids!" Tom keeps shuffling. A few cards fall on the table and he has to start over.

"Next is the 'bedroom' stage. Wanna know why?"

"No!" yell Peter and Bill.

"Because they always do it missionary style, on Saturday night, and..."

"I know!" yells Tom. "In the bedroom! Right? Do I win?"

"Tommy earns an 'A.' Now the last stage is the 'hall' stage."

"'Cause It takes place in the hall?"

"Shut up, Tommy. Wanna know why?"

"Please, please tell us why!" chime Peter, Bill, and Milt.

"Okay. Every so often you pass each other in the hall and yell 'Fuck you! Fuck you!'"

General booing. Tom shoots cards at Don and some fall to the floor. Milt growls, "So my wife is normal?" Ike asks, "Will you pick up the freakin' cards, Donnie? I gotta win more of your money."

When Peter slips into bed, Maria stirs. He kisses her and runs a hand from her shoulder down to her hip.

"Hi sweetie." Yawning. "How'd you do, tonight?"

"It was fun, honey." He caresses her thigh.

"That's nice. Fill me in, in the morning." Maria gives him a peck and turns on her side.

Peter lies in the dark, his hand draped over Maria's hip. After a while he sighs quietly. The joke got it all wrong.

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Scene Two: "Domestic Life"

(300 words)

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Peter asks Maria, "Are you sexy?"

"I'm sorry, honey."

"That's okay."

The next night they're lying in bed, talking and touching. Peter kisses Maria and caresses a breast with his fingers.

"I'm sorry, honey. I have a little headache."

"I'll massage your head."

"That would be nice."

Maria lies with her head in Peter's lap and he plays with her hair, massages her temples and forehead, and runs his thumbs lightly over her eyelids. It's not long before she breathes her first contented moan. After a while he asks, "Would you like me to get you anything?"

"That's okay, sweetie. You're so good to me. You're all the medicine I need."

"Well, get your sleep. I hope you feel better in the morning."

The next night they begin kissing and Peter touches his hand to the triangle at Maria's mound. She grabs his penis through his underwear.

"You're wearing too many clothes," she says, and they strip.

"I want to kiss you all over your body." He sits up and moves his face down toward her vagina, kissing her nipples and belly on the way, but she stops him with her hand.

"Not there," she says softly. "Come inside me."

There's a flash of disappointment on his face. He turns his head until it passes, crawls between her legs, and kisses her before he begins to pump. She sighs a little. When he's done he says, "I'll get the vibrator."

"No. That was just fine. You is my sexy wuvver."

They kiss and talk for a while, and then Maria turns on her side to go to sleep. After a minute she reaches back for Peter's hand and places it on her waist, where he keeps it for a while.

The next day Maria tells Peter her period has started.

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Scene Three: "Poker Night: II"

(292 words)

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Peter's stomach is bothering him tonight. He has to leave the game early.

At home, though, there's a strange car in the driveway. A gray Camry. The house is dim and the kitchen door is locked.

By now, Peter's chest has gone tight. He opens the door quietly and closes it without a sound.

"Do it, you bastard! Do it!" It's Maria's voice, coming loudly from the bedroom. "Fuck my ass! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

She's shouting. A man's voice responds.

"You fuckin' slut! I'm gonna fuck your ass off!"

Both scream out "ohhs" and "ahhs" and other sounds. Peter puts his hands to his face. After a few minutes he turns around and leaves quietly the way he came. Before he drives off, he looks at the license plate on the Camry.

Back at poker the guys are surprised to see him. "Well," he explains. "How often do I get a chance to take your money?"

But he has to go home sometime.

Maria stirs before he gets to the bed. "Hi, darling. Was it fun tonight?"

"Not so much. My stomach was bothering me a little."

"Well, you should have come home. I'd have fixed you something."

"That's all right. How was your evening?"

"Quiet. Mom called and we talked for awhile."

When he's in bed there's a hesitation before he leans to her for his goodnight kiss, then Maria turns away to go to sleep.

Peter doesn't touch Maria. He lies on his back and stares into the darkness. He hardly breathes. When he does finally move, it's to wipe his face with his fingertips, but after more time has passed he eases out of bed and tiptoes to the den, where he cries for a good long time.

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Scene Four: "A Room With A View"

(297 words)

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"Have fun at poker." Maria gives Peter a kiss. "Win enough to take me to Paris!"

Peter drives half a block, parks, and switches on a little device. He doesn't have to wait long. Within a minute there are seven beeps. She's dialing. A man answers.

"He's gone, Ron. I'm all yours."

"Good. Prepare to get reamed out completely tonight."

"Big words!"

"From a man with a big sausage."

"Oh, sausage man, give me your mustard!"

"You'll swallow my mustard, you slut, and get it in your buns too."

"You'll have to make me, you Neanderthal!"

"Oh, I'll have fun making you. You're my bitch! My come-sucking bitch. You better get your mouth and ass ready!"

A car turns the corner and pulls into the driveway. Ron has been talking and driving. The lights begin going off inside the house, so by the time Ron gets to the door the house is at rest. Peter can just make out Maria opening the door for him.

Peter stays away until midnight, driving in circles. He passed the house twice, and Ron's car was gone by 11:00. Before he gets down the darkened hall, Maria calls out, "Hi, honey!"

"How was your evening?"

"Quiet. How did you do at poker?"

"So-so." He fumbles at something in the dark. "I'll be up awhile longer. I'm pretty wired."

"Oh sure. Make me spend the night alone and then sleep alone, too."

Peter gets fresh underwear and a tee, and carefully lifts something tiny from atop the armoire. He closes the bedroom door, carries it into the den, connects it to a port on the computer, and watches. The video lasts about two hours. He doesn't move the entire time.

"That bitch!" he whispers. "That come-sucking bitch! That no good, come-sucking bitch!"

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Scene Five: "The Letter"

(296 words)

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A man is standing in the driveway when Maria gets home.

"Can I help you?"

He hands her two envelopes. "These are divorce papers. This other envelope is a personal letter from your husband."

Maria hardly breathes until the man has gone, then staggers against her car. She tears open Peter's letter.

Hello Maria:

I know all about your sex sessions with Ron Brightman. Frankly I'd have thought you could do better. I'm through, though. Peter the patsy. If you had asked, I'd have given you a no-fault divorce. I'd have given you anything! Well, we're far past that point. I don't care to ever see you again.

Now: business. I cleared out our joint checking and savings accounts, including our CDs, mutual funds, and IRAs. Did you know there were substantial penalties for early withdrawal? Was that a problem with Ron? I cancelled our credit cards. Get your own. I got an apartment and I'm through paying for the McMansion. I took photos I wanted, jewelry I gave you, papers of mine, etc.

You'll notice the CD-ROM. I set up a nanny cam on the armoire and made a video of your coupling on Friday the 13th. It's amazing how long you two can go at it, and how loud you are. Imagine my surprise! I took the liberty of sending a copy to Ron's wife. I'd sure like to be a fly on the wall when she shows it to him! I also sent a copy to your boss, since Ron is in your office. Tsk!

Oh! Right. Almost forgot. I sent it to everyone in our email address book, including your mother and some names I didn't recognize. They've all gotten it by now.

Is there anything else? Just this:

Fuck you!

Peter

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Scene Six: "Hail Maria, Full Of Grace"

(299 words)

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The last thing Maria's mother said before she hung up: "You should get down on your hands and knees and beg him to take you back, if it isn't too late!"

"Thanks for nothing, Mom!" Maria is debating with the air. "Take his side! As though he had nothing to do with it! As though no woman ever made a mistake before!" She's crying and talking and walking at the same time, down the hall to the den, kitchen, living room. Sit down, Maria. Get up. Back to the den. Turn the TV on, off. To the bedroom. Pick up a book. Throw it down.

Later, she rises slowly. The sun is gone, the house now full of shadows. A lamp pushes them back a little, and she avoids them. In the lamplight her eyes are swollen. Her footsteps echo faintly, but when she stops to listen it is deathly still.

Maria wipes her eyes with her palms and stands in the hall, halfway to nowhere.

In the kitchen, she pulls a paring knife from the rack and stares at the blade. She draws it across her thumb. A scarlet smile follows it. She carries the knife to the master bathroom, smudging blood on her slacks as she walks, and opens a medicine bottle. She starts filling the bath. She strips. Her crying has an odd, keening pitch now. When she wipes her face she leaves a red smear. There's another smear on her body. She swallows the whole bottle, washing the pills down in batches, steps into the tub, and holds the blade to her wrist.

The phone rings. Maria turns her head. Two rings. She starts sawing. Three. Blood dribbles into the water. Four.

Then: her mother's voice. "Pick up the phone, Maria. Please!"

Rivulets of blood.

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Scene Seven: "Before I Wake"

(300 words)

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Peter stands in the doorway looking down at his wife. She is unnaturally pale and tiny, head on a small, unrumpled pillow, hands crossed over her chest. There is a faint hum but almost no other sound.

"How did it happen?"

"She took pills and cut her wrist. I called just as she was doing it."

"Is she sedated?"

"It's the pills. They'll take time to get out of her system." His mother looks away, then directly at him. "Take her back, Peter. Please."

"I'm not taking her back."

"If I hadn't called she'd be dead now."

"Is that my fault, Margaret?"

"That's not what I meant. She was devastated. She really loves you."

He gazes over at his wife but his eyes are hard when they return to his mother.

"She loves my money. She loves to fuck other guys."

Margaret recoils at the word 'fuck.'

"You don't know that. That there were others."

"Well, I know all about this one, don't I?"

Maria stirs. She moans. Her left forearm and hand are wrapped in a balloon of bandages. She pulls the bandaged wrist to her forehead and twists rhythmically. Peter walks to the bed. He has just arrived when she tries to open her eyes. She can't quite manage it, not quite, against the weight of the drugs, but eventually she can see a little.

"Peter!" Her voice is drugged. She isn't all there. "You came to me! My Peter! I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I couldn't live without you. I'm so sorry!" She reaches her good hand to him and grabs his at the bed rail, and squeezes it until the drugs pull her back under so that, slowly, slowly, she releases him.

"Shit!" It's under his breath. "Shit!"

His mother tries to suppress a smile.

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Scene Eight: "The End Of Something"

(300 Words)

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"Can't I make it up to you? I'm sorry!"

"All I want from you is freedom."

It's going badly.

"How could you become so cruel? It's not like you."

Peter, laughing, "You starved me for sex and slept around."

"I made a mistake. I love you! You know that! When I saw you in the hospital, I knew you still loved me!"

Peter doesn't respond.

"Was I fooling myself?"

"I was the one you fooled."

"I'm sorry!"

"Whatever. I'm not your sucker anymore. Don't worry, though. Lots of guys would love to have you, if they haven't already."

"Don't say that!"

"Well, how many did do you?"

Silence. Maria's lips go tight. Oh no.

"Can't you remember them all?"

She looks sick to her stomach.

"That many! My, you were busy."

"No!" Suddenly Maria is screaming. "No! It wasn't like that! I just made a mistake!"

"How many?"

She's fumbling, quaking, stammering. "Couldn't we just start over? Please? I'll be faithful! I promise! Forget the past!"

"How many?"

"No!"

"The number!"

"No!"

"The goddamned number!"

"You'll jump on it! Any number!"

"You fucking bitch!"

"Three!"

Something passes and it becomes suddenly quiet. Maria wipes her eyes with her bandaged wrist. Peter exhales.

"There were three." She says it softly, woefully.

"The truth."

"There were three. None for very long." She won't look at him.

"I want their names."

"Don't make me. Please." Staring at the floor.

"Their names."

A few seconds pass. "All right."

"And I want to know every single thing you did. Everything!"

She starts weeping again: "You'll never forgive me, will you?"

"We'll see. I'm going to do everything to you they did. Not just once or twice. All the time!"

Maria looks up. She tries to speak. Finally, a quavering little reply, "That would be okay..."

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Scene Nine: "Moving On"

(299 Words)

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It isn't as though it's unusual to see a couple walk hand-in-hand, but after Maria heads off toward the parking lot, Milt sidles up.

"You two look like a couple of space cadets. Don't give Marlene any ideas."

Peter grimaces. "How's things?"

"Okay. We miss your moolah at poker."

Peter shrugs. "Well..."

"I know. You're too busy selling your house." Milt frowns. "Seriously, I'm glad it's working out for you guys. After that video..."

It's Peter's turn to frown.

"Don't worry. I deleted it like you asked, though you know it'll end up on the Internet."

Peter shrugs again.

"But my point is, if it was Marlene doing all that... I don't know..."

The words hang in the air.

Peter finally responds. "You can't know what you'll do." He mulls something. "Besides, would Marlene kill herself for you? Maybe kill you..."

Milt laughs. Peter doesn't. Meanwhile, Maria returns, waves hello to Milt, and passes into the pharmacy.

"Well, you're a better man than I am, Gunga Din. To give her another chance."

"Her? Me."

Peter eventually catches up with Maria. He hands her a basket full of items, including a rubber enema bag, packs of ridged condoms, and mentholated ointment. She stares into the basket.

"Is this all for me?"

"Nothing's too good for my girl." He's smiling.

"What will the clerk think?"

"Whatever. Well... are you going to ask?"

Maria glances out the door.

"How was Milt?"

"He's just fine. The hypocrite."

"Do you think he knows?"

"He doesn't have insight, empathy, or a clue. I felt like destroying him."

Maria take's Peter's hand.

"I'm glad you didn't. Marlene doesn't need to know. And if it weren't him, it would have been someone else."

Peter kisses Maria's hand, her wrist, her mouth.

End.

A Marriage Compromise



Her scream echoed down the hall. Inside the room, Karl's tongue lapped up the last of Zoë's creamy excitement. Looking up at her flushed face, Karl wickedly suckled her clit again, making her moan and squirm against him. 

The fireplace, the only light in the room, glowed in Zoë's eyes, which were dilated with passion. Her hands had crushed the fur pelt that lay under her. Zoë's dark brown hair spread out around her like a pool of ink. Karl climbed up her body, his muscles rippled with the fluid motion like a jungle cat. He paused and lavished attention on her ample breasts. 

Licking, sucking, and nibbling her already hardened nipples, Karl made sure to give both breasts the same amount of attention. Zoë whimpered and ran her fingers and pulled Karl's thick hair forcing his head to her. Karl's massive cock spasmed with her reaction, pre-cum dripping down from the head sliding down the shaft. Releasing her Karl sat back on his heels, and surveyed the openness of her legs and the wetness that lay between. His nostrils flared as he picked up her scent causing Zoe to shiver with need. 

"You're ready for me." Karl growled holding her hip steady with one hand while guiding his cock to her moist center. Leaning forward, he sank balls deep into her sheath. Zoë closed her eyes and bit her lip as she groaned deep in her throat. Watching her lip slide between her teeth plump and red made Karl lurch forward grinding against Zoë's swollen clit so he could capture the afflicted flesh into his mouth. 

Drinking her down, Karl withdrew from her tightness then teased her opening with the head of his cock inching the head in then removing it. Refusing to give her his full length and girth again. Zoë wriggled again and tried to impale herself, but Karl held just out of reach chuckling at her eagerness. The knowing masculine grumble made Zoë turn away from Karl's mouth to his neck where she bit. Startled, Karl jumped and Zoë laughed with feminine triumph as she slid down onto his dick.

Not one to let a mere woman get the better of him, Karl grasped her hips with both hands and took over control of her motions so that every time he bucked forward, his penis's shaft bumped her pleasure button. Sweat beaded on Karl's brow as he concentrated on restraining himself. She would come violently before he'd allow himself to follow. 

Nuzzling her breasts one after the other he suckled her with the intent of driving her over the edge. Zoë's head thrashed side to side her legs clamped around Karl's waist pulling him deeper so that he bumped the inner most parts of her. Every brush caused Zoë to claw his back and shoulders, her eyes rolling back into her head. Soon Karl's pace picked up, faster and faster. 

Suddenly Zoë hit the height of her climax, clamping down hard on Karl's manhood screaming his name. The contractions inside Zoë made Karl's hands dig into her hips as he threw himself against her. Thick ropes of cum shot into her unprotected womb. Collapsing onto Zoë, Karl smoothed her hair out of her face. 

Staring into her contented eyes, he said simply "Mine."

Relishing his possessive weight, Zoë quietly agreed, "Yes, as you are mine."

Karl opened an eye. "Don't test me woman, I belong to no one."

"Your body belongs to me, as mine belongs to you. Admit it, Karl. I could no more lay with another warrior," that caused Karl to snort, "Than you could with another woman."

"Do you wish me to prove you wrong? I could call a wench here and take her right next to you. Would that make you stop this 'I belong to you' nonsense?"

"You wouldn't be able to get it up."

"You think not, do you?" Karl flexed his hips and used Zoë's drenched body to arouse himself. A few strokes into her tightness that still oozed their combined cum was all he needed. Erect, Karl smiled at her and pulled the bell and to summon a maid. 

The door opened, Kiara stuck her head tentatively in. "You called?" She asked sleepily rubbing her eyes.

"Yes, come in." Karl called. He watched as Kiara entered, the light from the fireplace making her nightgown transparent. Karl shifted; her lithe body caused his cock to become fully engorged and heavy, ready to mount this young girl. Kiara came to stand next to Karl's side of the bed.

"What is your will? She asked.

"You look tired Kiara. Climb in." Karl lifted the covers, exposing his hardness to her view. 

Startled, Kiara took a step back. "What?"

"It is all right Kiara," Zoë's tone was pleasant, but her gaze was lethal. "My husband only wishes to fuck you."

Karl sent a dark look over his shoulder. "I would not have put it like that, Zoë. But," He turned back to Kiara and caressed her body with his eyes. "I would like to slake my excessive lust with you. My wife is unable to keep up." Karl winced at Zoë's hard pinch on his ass.

"I-uh." Kiara was immediately filled with lust as she watched her lord grip his cock in his hand and rub the dripping white liquid around the head. Kiara flushed and flicked her eyes back to Zoë.

"If you'd rather not, we understand and will not hold it against you." Zoë replied smoothly, noting the girls' interest.

Kiara was no fool. Even if she didn't remember that Zoë was a warrior in her own right, or just that morning she'd threatened every female servant with a painful punishment should she find out any of them had fucked her husband. The daggers shooting out of Zoë's eyes would be incentive enough not to get involved in their fight for dominance.

"My lord, as much as your offer appeals," Kiara gulped as she spared a moment to enjoy Karl's naked muscular tanned form. "I must decline. There is much to do for the hunt tomorrow, and I must rest. Thank you for thinking of me my lord." Kiara backed all the way out of the room.

"I believe you are losing your touch, my lord." Zoë laughed.

Karl turned to face her and growled, "I suppose to you this is humorous."

"Don't sulk. You just aren't her type."

"What do you mean by that? I have a powerful body, a decent face, and a large manhood. What more could a wench want?"

"For you to be unattached. Now that you are married, the women around here will find you less than savory to lie with."

"What have you done, woman?" Karl gripped Zoë's shoulders and he shook her.

"Staked my claim. You belong to me. Perhaps one day I'll feel open to share you, but not now. If any woman lies with you, she will answer to me."

Karl's hands slid to her neck. "Woman-!"

Zoë smiled. "If I can't have another warrior, you can't have another woman. Simple as that. Now if you'll be gracious enough to allow me one of your handsome warriors, I will personally call Kiara back. I may go look for Rue."

"You are not his type."

Zoë wrinkled her brow. "What do you mean?"

"He likes to lay with a woman, not a bitch."

Zoë bristled. "Unlike you then."

"I know how to make a bitch heed my words."

Zoë smiled getting wet again. "Do tell."

"First I restrain her to let her know who is in charge." Karl rolled on top of Zoë pinning her down "Then I get her accustomed to my voice and touch. The only one she will ever obey is me." Karl began stroking Zoë's body putting one then two fingers into her spreading them as he pulled out gently. Which stretched her tight sheath and Zoë moaned. 

"Enough foreplay, finish it."

"I make her beg for my attention before I give it to her. The only one who can fuck her as well as I could only be the devil and he isn't around. And to remind her who her master is. I show no mercy unless she earns it." With that Karl removed his fingers and rolled off Zoë.

"Karl, get back here! Right now!"

"No matter how my bitch whines or snarls she will get no attention from me unless I choose to give it." Karl continued to move around the room pulling on clothing ignoring Zoë angry screams. "Sleep well, my dear. I'll be back eventually." The door closed after him. Karl paused outside the room for the crash. As expected, something fragile smashed against the door. Karl chuckled and walked down the hall.

****

Later that afternoon in the kitchen, Kiara regaled the other servants with what had happened that morning. "And I thought mistress Zoë was going to gut me then and there."

"Well don't keep us in suspense, girl, tell us! Is the master well endowed?"

Kiara blushed. "Very much so. It was overwhelming to see his nakedness but the two of them together was too much."

"Any time you want to relieve any, tensions, I am here for you love." Tristan leered.

"No thank you, Tristan. I'm just concerned that the mistress will be angry with me." Kiara murmured worriedly.

"Oh, there's no reason to be afraid. I don't believe she's at all angry with you." A silky voice floated into the room. 

Everyone visibly jumped then turned to see Zoë glide into the kitchen. "My ladys'" filled the air as everyone scattered. 

"Kiara, could you help me?" To Kiara, Zoë's voice seemed deceptively calm.

"Of course my lady." Kiara replied and steeled herself for the beating that was sure to come. She followed Zoë back to the master's bedroom. Zoë closed the door behind them and locked it.

Kiara jumped when she heard the click of the lock slide home. She turned quickly, expecting the first blow to land any moment.

None came.

Zoë walked past Kiara to sit on the bed. "Come sit down Kiara." Hesitantly she did as she was told. "I wish to thank you for this morning. I know the temptation was great. My husband can be quite persuasive. Do not you agree?" Zoë smiled at Kiara's enthusiastic nod. "Yes but you were able to resist him." 

"I remember what you said. I am no fool."

"Do you know what I wish to do now?"

"I am not that wise my lady."

"I want to fuck you."

"What?" Taken aback, Kiara gasped. "But you're a woman, and so am I and..."

Zoë stopped Kiara's mouth with a finger. "There are many ways to fuck. I want to suck your clit until I bring you off. Then I'll lap you up with the flat of my tongue."

The pulse in Kiara's neck sped up, as did her breathing.

"I know my husband wants you, but only I will have you. Now let's get these clothes off you." Zoë stripped Kiara completely, but only took off her own outer dress leaving her corset and undergarments and stockings on. Nervous, Kiara tried to cover herself with her hands and arms.

"Oh, no, not cover such a gorgeous body. I won't allow it." Taking her arms Zoë pinned them over Kiara's head. Zoë ran her eyes down Kiara's lithe body. Keeping the girl's hands above her head, Zoë caressed her gently. "Hard work does your body good." She smiled.

*****

Karl climbed the steps and walked down the hall to his room. The hunt had taken a lot out of him. Dirty and tired, Karl just wanted to bathe quickly and climb into bed for a nap. He tried to open his bedroom door, but it was locked. Cursing Karl went through Zoë's room and tried the connecting door. When the knob turned, Karl smiled thinking Zoë was a fool for forgetting this door. He walked into his room ready to tell Zoë as much, when he saw his bed. He staggered for a moment, from overwhelming lust and almost fell to his knees.

His wife's face was buried between the maids, Kiara's, legs. Kiara was holding Zoë's head while her own thrashed from side to side. Her body lifted and undulated against Zoë's mouth. Little kittenish sounds came from her open mouth.

Karl was next to the bed holding his near bursting cock without even remembering when he moved. The smell of female arousal had him panting.

"Hello my husband." Zoë said lifting her head for moment.

"Make an opening for me or by the Gods I'll make one." Karl growled out. Reaching back Zoë pulled down her under-things and splayed her nether lips. "Enter here my dear, for she is mine." 

Karl climbed onto the bed and mounted his wife, sinking deep from behind. Her tight sheath enveloped him. Grasping her hips, Karl thrust into her without considering Zoë's pleasure. Watching Zoë's tongue lick up and down Kiara's slit then disappear inside was too much. It wasn't long before his balls were slapping against her, a wet, meaty sound mixing with the moans and cries. 

Then Karl threw his head back and screamed as he came deep inside Zoë's womb. She clamped him milking his cum. She moaned into Kiara's cunt, which was already on the verge. Kiara came watching Karl spasm into Zoë. They all collapsed in a heaving pile.

"Welcome home, my husband." Zoe murmured as they all drifted into sleep.

The End



A Marriage Finds Love Ch. 01



Their first meeting was innocuous, at an official get together hosted by Shuba's husband Vijay's company. The cocktail part was hosted in one of the city's posh hotels and attended by several leading businessmen. For Shuba it was it was a very new experience. She was a small town girl, recently moved to Mumbai after her marriage to Vijay.

Shuba was a tall, willowy girl of 22 years. Unlike most Indian girls she was quite leggy & slim. Her dance practice (most traditional Indian girls are trained either in classical music or dance if not both -- it improves their marriage prospects); and lucky genes had given her a slim, yet curvy figure. She carried firm 34 inch breasts on a slim tall frame of 5 feet 5inches -- quite tall by Indian standards. For a south Indian, her complexion was quite fair and a flawless complexion was enhanced by beautiful dimples whenever she smiled. She certainly attracted a second or even a third look from anybody who met her.

She had just graduated the previous year in English literature & wanted to continue her studies to pursue journalism. Her conservative parents thought that graduation was sufficient to get a job as a school teacher -- which was the limit of their professional vision for a daughter. Journalism & interaction with strange men was simply not acceptable for a girl! The search for a husband had begun even as she was in her final year of college. Vijay was the first boy who had come to "see her" after horoscope had matched. Like most young men, he was immediately smitten by her looks and the wedding was performed as per traditions.

Vijay was an engineer, who like most young Indians was working in a leading information technology. He had recently returned after a 6 month stint in the US and had started a new assignment in Mumbai. His company had allotted him a small bedroom flat in Worli seaface. Unlike his parents, Vijay considered himself quite modern and liberal. He wanted his new wife to have freedom and opportunity to pursue her own interests. They had agreed to defer starting a family for the next 5 years -- to allow them to enjoy life and for Vijay to build his career. Obviously this secret was not shared with either parents -- it would have led to strong protests and continuous pressure. No Indian marriage is considered complete until the couple presents the families with a grandchild.

Both Vijay and Chitra were virgins. Even today premarital sex is rare amongst Indians. Their initial attempts at sex were hesitant, and the couple was yet to become familiar with each other. For Vijay, sex was penetration followed by ejaculation. He enjoyed playing with Chitra's breasts, which aroused her, but the lovemaking rarely lasted long. Once he began thrusting into her and got release, Vijay would rarely bother to see if Chitra had an orgasm. He would start sleeping within minutes. Chitra knew that as a dutiful wife, she had satisfied her husband and felt that she had done her duty -- yet found herself vaguely unsatisfied. Living in a new city of Mumbai she had not yet found friends to confide or share her feelings. Talking about sex to parents is still taboo in Indian society!

The party had just begun. Vijay was introducing his new bride to colleagues & guests. Chitra was dressed in a purple saree and with her two inch heels, she made a fine par with the 6feet tall Vijay. Some of the young men looked wistfully, even jealously at Vijay. The reaction from the women varied. The older women were happy to see this slim & beautiful girl. The younger ladies were initially jealous, but soon found themselves at ease. Even if Chitra was a stunner in looks, it was obvious that she was not used to such gatherings. She appeared a bit self conscious and lacking in confidence -- which perversely made the other younger ladies feel happy and pleased.

Amongst the persons she met that day was Ramji Rao -- one of the city's leading industrialists. Ramji was a short, pot bellied man of dark complexion. His physique could not hide an imposing personality -- which he derived from a combination of brains, charm & good conduct. At 62 years of age Ramji Rao had achieved financial success beyond the dreams of most Indians. Although highly successful in his business ventures he was generally a social recluse. A widower for over 30 years, he had single handedly brought up his son & daughter; both of who were now settled in the USA. He had condescended to attend this party as the owner of Vijay's company was an old childhood friend.

After a casual greeting to Vijay & Chitra, Ramji Rao slowly gravitated to his own circle. In all social parties, after the initial churning, people like water find their own level. Pamji Rao was mingling with the elite -- read rich & influential among the crowd. Vijay & his age mates were in a group of their own, enjoying the free choice alcohol on offer. Segregation between the sexes happens automatically in India. The ladies had their own space. Although not as hierarchal as that of the males, here too subgroups had formed. Chitra as the newcomer was trying to be a part of a subgroup, without wanting to intrude. She spent the evening nodding her head politely at the conversation, smiling at the right places and trying to be a part of the group of ladies although she did not feel she belonged. 

As always, the most important guests are the first to leave parties or functions. Ramji Rao was amongst the earliest. Everybody got up to see off the important -- rich & powerful people. As he was leaving Ramji Rao was greeting everyone. He suddenly spotted Vijay & remarked -- ' Congratulations on your wedding!" Chitra had come and stood by Vijay. It was at this point that Ramji Rao took a second look at this young girl. Suddenly he felt a strange emotion stir in his heart. It lasted but a fleeting moment. Ignoring & pushing aside the strange feeling, Ramji Rao went towards his car & soon went away. Chitra too was surprised. She could feel the power radiate from this man. Physically he was unimpressive, yet she had observed how everyone was literally lapping at his words, paying attention to his gestures and yet without seeking, the waiters were constantly hovering around him.

Like two ships which pass by the night, the story of Chitra and Ramji Rao would have ended here, but destiny willed otherwise. This is a love story with a difference. If readers wish, I will continue to share the saga that followed.



A Marriage Finds Love Ch. 02



Chapter 2 

The pot is stirred!

The second meeting of Chitra with Ramji was at a shopping mall. It was a few weeks before the festive season in India -- Dushera -- an event marked today by dancing. Chitra was alone and lonely. Vijay was away on a business visit. Time hanging heavy on her hands and feeling lonely in their small flat, Chitra sought out the comfort a sparkling new shopping arena. She had come intending to do some window shopping and while away a few hours. A keen student of literature and poetry, she was browsing some books in the huge bookshop. 

To Ramji Rao, like many men, shopping was chore to be quickly dispensed with. However he too had a weakness for books. A bookshop was the only place he liked to aimlessly meander, picking up paperpacks, weighing heavy hard bound literature, classics and management books. An ardent reader with a wide spectrum of interest, Ramji Rao, whenever the opportunity arose, never missed a chance to enrich his vast library. His interests spanned poetry too, & it was here that the two literally ran into each other. Ramji Rao was reaching for a slim volume of modern poetry placed on the top shelf. Being a short man, he had to stretch on his toes to reach the book. His innate pride prevented him calling an attendant for help. Chitra was standing nearby turning pages in a book. Dressed in a bright green saree, she was totally engrossed in a book she had in her mouth. Suddenly her attention got distracted by the movements besides her. Looking on, she saw with the beginnings of a smile, the efforts of Rao to pick out a book, an effort that seemed beyond his reach. 

" Good day, Mr.Rao", said Chitra trying desperately to convert her amused smile to one of greetings. Ramji Rao suddenly became aware of the beautiful young lady standing next to him. Blessed with an excellent memory, he quickly responded, "Hello, Chitra, how are you? " Outwardly cool, suddenly Ramji Rao could feel a strange emotion. Being an intelligent man who brooked no hypocrisy, he quickly recognized his feelings for what they were -- lust! Lust for this young girl, who was several decades younger than him. A person of his stature & wealth had the experience of women trying to entice him all the time. He had never had felt attracted to anyone since his wife had died. Yet this girl seemed to evoke and rekindle a desire he had long forgotten.

A successful man, Ramji Rao maintained his outward composure and enquired about Vijay, Chitra's husband. He learnt that Chitra was just doing window shopping to pass time. Chitra shly offered to pick out the book she had seen Ramji reaching for. A man of pride and vanity, Ramji would have been offended at this offer, but coming from Chitra he accepted, wishing to extend the time he was near her.

Even as she strove to pick the book, Ramji was observing her slim figure and soft contours. He was drinking her beauty, when he heard a small scream. Almost automatically he moved and just managed to catch Chitra and prevent her from falling as she lost her balance while reaching for the top shelf. In the process of stalling her fall, he held her tight and one hand was around a warm breast and the other on her bare waist. For an altogether brief moment Ramji had the pleasure of holding the young girl in a tight embrace. It took a moment for Chitra to recover. She tried to quickly rise to her feet. Ramji, to steady her, held her arm and assisted her. Chitra could feel the strength and firmness of his grip. It felt very strong and stangely exiting. Brushing her feelings aside she began to profusely apologise and thanked Ramji for preventing a nasty fall. Ramji was politeness personified and waved away her apologies. He did however take advantage of her feeling of gratitude to insist that they have a coffee stating it will help Chitra steady herself.

As the two sat in the cafeteria, each was silently taking a closer look at the other. Ramji, a mature man saw in front of him a very pretty young lady -- for whom he realized he had developed feelings of lust and desire. He was honest not to try and analyze his emotions or reasons. He decided to allow events to unfold, accepting that he would love to spend more time with this young girl. Chitra saw an elderly man, old enough to be her father, but a man who radiated power. Ramji had the personality and carried the innate aura of a rich and powerful man. When he held her, Chitra could feel his physical strength, which belied his age. Chitra's breast was still throbbing from the touch of Ramji's hands and she felt the impression of his fingers on her waist. She wanted to quickly get away to be by herself, yet knew that it would be rude to refuse Ramji's offer of coffee after he had helped her. When the waiter came to take the order, Ramji asked for coffee without sugar. Chitra was not a coffee drinker, and instead chose a milkshake. Ramji remarked that although he had a sweet tooth, his doctor had warned him against sugary drinks as he was diabetic. The two were enjoying their drinks, when Chitra caught Ramji looking longingly at her milkshake. She jokingly asked Ramji if he jealous and wanted to taste the milkshake. Ramji was very happy and quickly took the opportunity to sip a taste -- trying to see if he could taste her lips on the straw, not the milkshake. When Chitra repeated her thanks to Ramji, he immediately asked her if she would help him select a dress for his granddaughter. He explained that he wanted to buy a new dress as a gift and had stopped at the bookshop as he never enjoyed shopping for clothes. Chitra was initially reluctant, but decided there was no harm in acceding to this request. It would she believed, offer a way to return the favor Ramji did when he saved her from falling.

They entered one of the biggest and most expensive ladies garment shops in the mall. Being a few weeks before the oncoming festival season, the racks were filled with an array of dazzling dresses. Like most men, Ramji considered shopping another business transaction to be done as quickly as possible. Chitra like all women was more specific and choosy. She questioned Ramji about the age, build, complexion and preferences of his granddaughter and then led him to the section which had the latest skirts/blouses -- the traditional ghagra choli so popular during the season for the festive dances. Here too the obvious differences amongst the sexes came out quickly. Ramji picked out a few dresses, which were very traditional in color and cut. Chitra, knowing that Ramji's choices would only invite scorn in a young girl, cleverly steered him to the more modern varieties. Suddenly one of the shopping attendants came forward. With an intention to help, she suggested that Chitra may like to try out the dresses selected to decide her purchase. Before Chitra could reply, Ramji agreed and requested the lady to assist Chitra in carrying the 4 dresses to the change room. Rather than protest and make a scene, chitra agreed.

It was only when she was inside the trial room, did Chitra notice her predicament. She was dressed in her saree and blouse and had to strip down to her lingerie to try the new garments. She realized that the blouse of the dresses she had selected had very deep cuts around the neck and shoulders.They were meant to be worn with strapless bras and there was no way she could come out of the trial room shop wearing these. Ramji was waiting & she asked him to call the attendant. When the lady came, Chitra explained the problem. There was an exchange of whispers. The lady explained to Chitra that these new dresses did not require a bra, as thick lining was already stitched into the dress. Not fully convinced, Chitra finally wore the dress and examined herself in the mirror. She was both pleased and unhappy with the result. The dress was very seductive and classy. The waist of the skirt was low and it had a matching blouse, with a deep neck that showed her cleavage and the swelling of her proud breasts. The saving grace was the dupatta or shawl, but this was a thin transparent piece of silk and did not do much to cover her charms. It was a dress meant to show off, seduce and attract. This was the first time Chitra was wearing such a costume. Like every girl, she too had dreamt of dressing sexily but never had the opportunity. Now she had a chance, but knew that it was not the right place and certainly not in front of the right person. She was wondering whether to refuse coming out, before she heard an impatient call from Ramji. There was a knock on the door of the trial room. Another person was waiting to try out their selection.Chitra took courage in her hands and stepped out. Ramji Rao was totally bowled over. He had to exercise all his control to stop his lust from showing. He tried, without being obvious to take a very good look at this beautiful girl. He saw her lush torso, the bare navel. Without appearing to stare, his eyes tried to drink in the image of her breasts, straining under the confines of her blouse. He searched to see if he could make out her nipples without making his intentions obvious. Moving down, he could see the curve of her hips, the narrow waist, and the slim arms which were almost bare till her shoulders.

Suddenly there was an announcement on the public address system. A bomb had exploded in the car park of the mall. Similar events had taken place in a nearby area. Terrorist attacks were suspected and everyone was warned and instructed to quickly exit the mall in an orderly fashion. Pandemonium broke out. There was a mad stampede. Ramji quickly held Chitra's hand and began to guide her to the nearest exit. There was a huge crowd and in order to keep close to each other, Ramji kept a firm grip on Chitra's hands. She too was in panic. In the midst of this melee, Ramji, quickly remembered something. He told Chitra to wait and that he would return in a few minutes. Chitra was pushed by the crowds and had to keep moving. Near the exits, policemen were stopping everyone and asking for an identity proof as they let them out. Chitra was stopped by a swarthy and lecherous policeman. Her handbag was in the trial room. She tried to explain, but the policeman decided to bully her and asked her to stay besides him, stating that he needed her proof of identity to release her. The policeman just saw a very pretty and sexily dressed young woman, a woman who was in a state of fear and decided to take advantage of the opportunity. Chitra was almost in tears, begging the policeman to let her go, but he just, held her while allowing others to pass. Everyone was rushing to exit the danger zone and nobody bothered to ask the policeman why he was holding on to the lady. 

Suddenly Ramji appeared at the gates. He had been searching for Chitra and unable to locate her inside, he too had come near the exit gate. "Chitra!" he shouted. Never had Chitra been so happy to hear her name called out. "I am here" she said. "Please help me.". The policeman was not happy. When Ramji came, he immediately took hold of Chitra's hand from the policeman. " Who are you?" asked the policeman. Ramji quickly explained his identity and told the policeman that Chitra was with him. Although he was reluctant, the policeman too could sense the air of authority and command in Ramji. He decided not to push matters and said he had asked Chitra to stay back as she appeared to be alone and wanted to be sure she was safe. Not believing a word, Ramji smilingly thanked the policeman for his kindness and shepherded Chitra away.

The roads too were choked. Ramji quickly made a few calls. He asked Chitra where she lived. On hearing her reply, he told her that there was no way she could get back home, as the authorities had declared a curfew starting in one hour to clear the area and allow them to search for any other devices present in the area. Chitra was standing looking confused and helpless. Ramji quickly started walking to the roadside. He hailed several taxis, but most were occupied. Finally they were lucky to find one and Ramji instructed the driver. It was only then that he releases Chitra's hand and placed the bag he was carrying on the seat of the cab.

" I want to go home" , sobbed Chitra; who was now in tears. Ramji, told her to calm down. He informed her that there was no way she could go home as the curfew time would start. He told her that they were going to his (Ramji's house); and he would arrange a car to take her home as soon as movement was allowed. 

Ramji's house; luckily was close to the mall. It was one of the best residential buildings in the city. It was a tall tower of 25 apartments. Each floor had only one apartment and every residence had a view to the sea. The security at the gate would initially not allow the cab inside, until Ramji identified himself. The lobby was huge and they quickly ascended the lift to his penthouse on the top floor. As soon as they were inside, Ramji telephone his cook to come. The old lady had been with him for over 30 years. He explained the circumstances and asked her to make them some coffee. He also asked the cook to take Chitra to one of the guest rooms to freshen herself.

Chitra had just come out of the toilet when her phone rang. It was Vijay. Unaware of the developments in Mumbai, Vijay asked Chitra how she was. Suddenly Chitra was in a dilemma. She did not want to explain to Vijay that she was in Ramji's house. The circumstances were too complex to explain on telephone and she was worried as to what Vijay may think. She just spoke about the events of the day. She cleverly omitted details and conveyed information about the bomb explosions and curfew in the city. She neither informed him that she was in Ramji's house & nor did she say that she was at home. Successfully avoiding a lie and yet not telling the truth, she saved her conscience and told herself that this was the best way in the circumstances. 

The cook came to inform Chitra that coffee was ready. By now Chitra had freshened and washed her face. She was feeling much better and the relief of having safely escaped both the mall and the policeman was evident. She was feeling relaxed after talking to Vijay and her face was literally glowing. The cook complimented Chitra on her beauty and she accepted the comment from the older lady in good grace. Ramji Rao had freshened and changed. His heart gave another jolt when he once again saw this beautiful young lady. The shared experience of the past few hours plus the authority Ramji displayed in dealing with the lecherous policeman had impressed Chitra. She too felt more comfortable in his presence. Like any female she could feel his eyes wandering across her body, but she did not feel any revulsion. On the contrary, perhaps because of the way he had extricated her from the policeman and the danger of the mall, she felt safe and protected in his presence. When the cook set the coffee tray down, she decided to make the coffee for both of them. She already knew Ramji did not take sugar and handed him his cup first before picking up her own. As she stirred her sugar into the coffee the two, while not exchanging words were busy thinking about each other. 

The pot had been stirred! 



A Marriage Finds Love Ch. 03



Two persons, joined by circumstances, circumstances that seemed to be evolving into a shared destiny, sat sipping their coffee; each grappling with their own thoughts. Chitra was confused. It felt strange, a married woman sitting alone in an apartment with a stranger. 

Yet Ramji did not feel a stranger to her. He was her savior and protector. She was not sure how this relationship was developing, and what she wanted out of it, and whether at all to continue.

Ramji was feeling very happy. Luck seemed to be favoring him. He now had the opportunity to nurture his relationship with Chitra. He was determined to go for broke. He was alone with Chitra and wanted to make best use of this opportunity to express his feelings.

To break the sudden silence they were caught in, Ramji got up and switched on the TV. The broadcast was mainly about the events of the day. A total of 4 bombs had exploded and several people had died. The police had found and defused another dozen bombs and the search for more explosives was ongoing. The whole city was tense and almost on the boil. Politicians' speculations about a plot from across the border spread like wildfire. Suggestions that a religious community was involved led to a flare of communal tensions. 

The government decided to calm the situation, imposing a dusk to dawn curfew, with the police given "shoot at sight" orders. Ramji was inwardly gloating with happiness. The curfew meant that Chitra would have to spend the night at his home. He had no intentions of forcing himself upon the girl, but he was certainly not going to forgo this chance to get closer to Chitra. He had accepted the feelings of lust & desire he had for Chitra. 

Ramji's attention was drawn to the TV when he heard a reference to his own locality. Live coverage showed the bomb squad defusing an explosive close to the building Ramji was living. Almost without thinking, Ramji called to Chitra and taking her by the hand drew her to the huge balcony of his apartment. He pointed her in the direction where the bomb was being defused. From the lofty heights of his apartment, a lot of lights could be seen and sirens were blaring. A small crowd had gathered and the police had a tough time keeping the spectators at bay. A few police dogs, presumably to sniff out hidden explosives were also present. The two stood close to each other trying to lean and peer from the balcony railing. Chitra, almost instinctively held on to Ramji and he too was happy to throw a protective arm around her. Suddenly they heard an explosion and bright lights. The distance muzzled the noise slightly, but the dazzling lights seemed to be like several firecrackers had been set off. Chitra gave a sudden shriek and snuggled closer to Ramji. He drew her into a tighter embrace and squeezed her to him, almost crushing her breasts to him. He protectively covered her back and patted the entire length of her back and shoulder, feeling the softness of her flesh and the contours of her form. 

Chitra started sobbing. The strongest and wisest of men is always rendered helpless by a woman's tears. Ramji did not know the reason behind Chitra's tears or how he ought to react. He decided to play safe, not saying anything, but continued to hold and comfort her, patting her back. After a few minutes, Chitra stopped, and extricated herself from Ramji's embrace. 

Ramji apologized and asked her to forgive him, if he had done anything wrong. Unknowingly he had said the right words. Profusely apologizing, Chitra came nearer and took Ramji's hand in her own. She stated that she felt sad and was just crying about the senseless violence and loss of lives. She added that she was scared that she would not be able to go back home. Ramji assured her that there was nothing to be afraid of; and given the circumstances, he considered himself fortunate that he could help her. He told her that she was safe and should feel comfortable to stay the night.

In order to divert her mind, Ramji, then led Chitra inside. They sat beside each other on the sofa and he changed the channel to some music. He called his cook and asked her to prepare dinner. The cook, seeing Chitra asked him he had any particular items in mind. Ramji glanced at chitra and seeing no reaction asked the cook to prepare a light dinner of soup and salad. 

Ramji then invited Chitra to change into something comfortable for the night. Chitra blushed and reminded him that she was not at home. Ramji then gently led Chitra to a gigantic walk in wardrobe. He opened a door and told her that she could choose any night dress from his late wife's wardrobe. In amazement she asked him if he had still retained all his late wife's dresses. Ramji replied that he had given most of the clothes to charity & his daughter had taken a few dresses. He explained that the dresses still remaining were those he had retained for sentimental reasons. 

Chitra objected saying that she would not wear any of the dresses since she did not want to hurt his feelings. Ramji quickly reacted. He gently lifted Chitra's chin and looked into her eyes. Chitra was taken by surprise. Her initial reaction was to pull away; but her body refused to react. She looked up and met Ramji's eyes. She could see in Ramji's eyes, desire and yet it seemed more than desire. For a minute she herself felt lost and carried away. Slowly her eyes drooped, unable to meet his, and yet she remained silent, standing quiet.

Chitra's body felt warm, and her legs were trembling, but she knew it was not fear. The silence lasted almost a minute. Speaking in a soft yet commanding tone Ramji told Chitra that he would feel honored if she wore the dress he had selected. He went on to say that he wanted Chitra to be comfortable and said that she may like to freshen up and change. Ramji then turned away and left the room.

Chitra felt like having stepped into a fairy tale or in today's context a Bollywood movie. Every piece of furniture was exquisite and she almost felt afraid to touch anything. She slowly scanned the huge chamber, the sprawling bed tastefully covered with a decorated bedspread, the flat screen TV opposite the bed, two sofas into which a human being could disappear, fancy paintings and artistic decorations. 

The bathroom was almost as large as her sitting room with a built in Jacuzzi, and a huge bathtub. Chitra immediately decided to take a nice shower and was feeling relaxed as she wiped herself in the softest and fluffiest towels she had ever seen. Although the bedroom had a huge dressing table, Chitra found no cosmetics -- obviously the room had not been occupied for some time. She picked up and wore the night dress left for her. 

After donning the garment, like any woman Chutra strode towards a mirror. Not having a comb or any accessories, she just patted her hair in place in front of the large mirror. Peering into the mirror, she felt satisfied as she inspected her face. Only when her eyes moved lower, did she gasp. He soft breasts were straining at the dress and suddenly she felt her nipples stand erect under the dress. Chitra had removed her bra at the shopping mall while trying a new dress. She crossed her arms across her chest and went to the living room.

Ramji was sitting on a plush sofa, sipping his favorite scotch on the rocks. He rose and greeted Chitra, who self consciously sat on a different sofa. He offered her a soft drink. Chitra was immediately relieved as she feared that Ramji would try to ply her with alcohol. Although she felt attracted and safe, at the corner of her mind, she had some doubts regarding his intentions. 

They started conversing about Chitra's childhood and how she was enjoying life in a big city. A man of experience, Ramji cleverly allowed Chitra to relax as she spoke. He continued the conversation by asking her how she felt married life compared to her student days. Chitra too began to open up to this new friend and vented her feelings including the loneliness she endured, as Vijay was frequently travelling and she had no friend to share her boredom. Ramji then volunteered to be her friend and asked her to call him whenever she wanted. 

Chitra suddenly became silent. Ramji waited patiently, knowing not to interrupt her thoughts. After a few minutes, Chitra in a serious tone asked Ramji what he meant and what his intentions were.

It was decision time for Ramji. He could gloss over her question with an evasive reply or tell her an unconvincing lie. However, he decided to use the best tactic. As a man of the world, and a very successful entrepreneur, he had found that the truth, stated politely and kindly works much better than a clever tale. 

Ramji spoke about his life, the death of his beloved wife, bringing up his daughter as an only parent, and the loneliness in his life. He explained that he had decided not to remarry as he was not sure how his daughter would react. He concluded by admitting his fondness for Chitra, adding that she was the first woman after his wife that he felt desire for. He asked Chitra to forgive him if he had hurt her feelings and would understand if she felt offended by what he had said.

Chitra was perplexed. She felt a surge of pride that Ramji , who had kept away from women in the past, could not control his desire for her. She also admired his honesty. She had seen the respect and power Ramji commanded in society and the manner with which he had imperiously commanded the policeman outside the mall. Yet she could feel the plea in his voice as he spoke to her.

Conflicting and confusing emotions swept over Chitra. She suddenly felt attractive, powerful and maternal. She wanted to comfort Ramji and yet was afraid whether her marriage was in danger. Ramji, meanwhile had moved next to Chitra and taking her hand in his, softly raised her face and looked into her eyes. 

Chitra met his gaze for a moment and then shyly looked down. She told him in a soft voice that she was a married woman and could not spoil her reputation nor destroy her marriage. Ramji then promised to keep their relationship secret and promised that it would never damage her marriage. Chitra, still feeling unsure, responded that she was afraid.

Inwardly Ramji was sensing victory; at least she had not declined or reacted violently. All he had to do now was to coax her and allow her to relax. Comforting & reassuring her, he kept telling Chitra how fortunate he considered himself to have met her. He felt the moment was right and drawing her close to him, he began stroking her shoulders and patting her back. 

Chitra did not resist, neither did she move closer. Ramji was patient. He did not tighten the embrace as he did not want her to feel forced or threatened. He continued to caress her softly with one hand while holding her hand in another. Ramji slowly rubbed her shoulder and back. He moved his hand to her head and slowly moved his fingers in her hair and massaged her scalp.

Chitra felt her body respond to the gentle touch. Without realizing she moved closer. Ramji continued to move his hand along her hair, and slowly touched her ears and the back of her neck. His other hand moved to her face and he slowly caressed her cheeks, chin and neck. He lifted her face to his own, but Chitra shyly looked down. 

Ramji then slowly moved his face forward and lightly kissed her quivering lips. Again he felt no response, but there was no resistance either. He decided to continue showering light kisses all over Chitra's face, on her eyes, the tip of her nose, her ears, cheeks, neck and chin before returning to her lips. This time he slowly tried to insert his tongue into her lips.

Chitra's lips parted and soon the two were locked into a kiss. All along Ramji was careful to hold Chitra close, but not tight. He slowly moved his hand to her waist and along the curve of her hips. Encountering no resistance, his hand continued to move over the length of her body and curved around her soft breast. Ramji's hands were shivering as he slowly felt her soft globes and soon his finger was rubbing her erect nipples. Chitra was also lost in passion and she pressed tighter against him. Her hands were around his head and she too was running her fingers through Ramji's hair.

Slowly Ramji slipped his hands inside her dress and began to gently unbutton the night dress. As the buttons fell open, the dress parted. Ramji ran his hands over Chitra's breasts, squeezing, moulding the globes and gently tugging at the erect nipples. He bent down to kiss one nipple. Chitra pulled him to her breast and held him tight. Ramji began softly sucking as he kept switching from one breast to the other. 

Both lovers were excited and caught in the thrall of passion. Ramji, even as he kept one hand on Chitra, extricated the other and strove to remove his clothes. He was unwilling to release Chitra's nipple from his lips, nor remove his hands from her body. As he awkwardly struggled, Chitra took pity on him and with her own hand unzipped his trousers and loosened his belt. She felt him and moved a hand to touch his erect cock as it rubbed against her body. It felt like as though she was feeling a living steel rod -- the cock was rock hard and yet she could feel the energy and life flow from it. It was much bigger than Vijay's and she was worried whether it would be too big and hurt her. 

Chitra gracefully slipped out of her night dress and she helped him remove her panties by raising her hips as Ramji drew them down her legs and tossed them on the floor. Ramji vowed his love and promised Chitra that he would never do anything to harm or cause her pain. He slipped a hand between her creamy thighs, explored her pussy and felt the wetness of her passion. He slowly stroked her thighs and rubbed his fingers around her clitoris. 

Ramji gently laid Chitra on the sofa and placing his cock at the pink velvety entrance slowly began to push forward. He moved slowly, not wanting to spoil the moment by causing any pain. He kept moving back and forth, not pushing forward with force. Chitra was getting more and more aroused and whimpering in passion. As he could feel her excitement Ramji continued and soon he was deep in her. He kept his piston like movement slow and steady. He wanted this moment to last forever. 

The passion built up into a shuddering climax as Ramji could feel her vaginal muscles tightening. Chitra let out a small squeal of unalloyed joy and pleasure as Ramji felt his seed shooting up her womb. Chitra's secretions drenched Ramji, and the two exhausted lovers relaxed in each other's arms. 

Although the room was air conditioned, both were drenched in the sweet sweat of sex. Ramji bent to her face, flicked his tongue and licked her ear. Chitra giggled and her pink tongue shot out to capture a drop of sweat from the tip of Ramji's nose. She naughtily showed him her tongue and slowly rolled the ball of moisture into her warm mouth. They lay there in each other's arms knowing they had crossed a threshold and entered new territory. 

Ramji's eyes were closed and he seemed asleep. Chitra, like most females, was more energetic after lovemaking. She saw him lying by her side and slowly moved closer. She drew Ramji to her and hugged him. Ramji rested his head on her breast and almost instinctively searched for her nipple. Chitra knew what he wanted and fed a nipple into his mouth and as he was sucking, she patted his head and made soft comforting sounds like a mother would soothe her baby

In a few moments Ramji's sucking stopped, but his lips were still glued to her nipple, even as he dozed. Chitra smiled and fondly looking at him, yet careful not to disturb him, planted a kiss on his forehead.

Chitra was lost in contemplation. She had found love, but was married to another man. Suddenly the physical & emotional energy expended in the passionate encounter caught up with her and she too fell asleep, keeping a firm grip on Ramji's head. Now even if he wanted to turn his head, Chitra's hand gripped him firmly to her breast! 



A Marriage Finds Love Ch. 04



A Marriage Chapter 4 

Quo Vadis?

Ramji was the first to wake up. Initially he was disoriented. He could feel something soft and round in his mouth and a firm hand clasping his head to a soft breast. It took him a moment to realize where he was and he felt a glow of warmth as he felt Chitra near him and her warm breath as he lay nestled in her bosom. Not wanting to disturb Chitra, he nevertheless began a slow sucking of her nipples, as though he was a newborn baby trying to draw milk from a mother's breast. 

Meanwhile Ramji's cook had peeped into the room. She was shocked to see her boss entwined in the arms of a woman young enough to be his daughter. Never in her experience spanning several decades had she witnessed such an event. She had always marveled at how Ramji had lived since his wife died. Although Ramji may have had liaisons outside the house, never had he entertained any lady in the house. The cook was a beneficiary of Ramji's generosity and largesse. She was determined to maintain absolute secrecy and pretend ignorance about what she had seen. Going back to her quarters, she telephoned the land line in the house. This would alert the two lovers and she could give them enough time to get dresses and then announce dinner.

The telephone bell came as a rude interruption to Ramji. He was loath to release Chitra's nipple, but he knew that the call could be important. Ramji was surprised when he answered the phone only to meet silence at the other end. The cook had disconnected the call as her purpose was served! Ramji came back to the couch and met a startled Chitra who had just woken up. 

Ramji discreetly sat on a different sofa allowing Chitra time to get up and adjust her clothes. Chitra was feeling extremely embarrassed. She had just violated the most sacred rule of an Indian woman – chastity and fidelity. Suddenly she felt ashamed and angry with herself. She saw Ramji sitting in front of her and looked angrily at him. Without speaking a word, she got up and rushed to the bathroom, where she adjusted her dress and washed her face. Suddenly she began to sob as the implications of her actions sunk in.

The cook walked into the room to announce dinner. Ramji told her to go back to her room and wait further instructions. After a few minutes, Ramji realized that Chitra was still in the bedroom and was not likely to come out quickly. Ramji knew this was a delicate situation. He knew he had to console Chitra and at the same time convince her she had not committed any crime. He also had to ensure that Chitra did not begin to hate him and persuade her to continue their relationship. By now Ramji was convinced that Chitra was the woman he wanted and Ramji was ready to do anything to keep her, but without hurting Chitra in any way.

Ramji walked into the bedroom. Chitra had come out of the bathroom, but was sitting on the bed, crying silently. Ramji stood away, keeping a safe distance and wondered what he should say. A few moments later, Ramji was literally saved by the bell. Chitra's telephone rang. She saw that the call was from Vijay! Almost automatically, Chitra picked up the call. By mistake she had pressed the speaker button on the phone and Ramji could hear the entire conversation. Vijay was frantic and worried. He had seen the events in Bombay on the news and wanted to be sure Chitra was safe. Before Chitra could answer, the line got cut.

Suddenly Ramji had a flash of inspiration. He quickly went across and rang the bell for his cook. As soon as she came, he just instructed her to tell Chitra's husband that she, Chitra was safe and staying the night at her house. The cook rose to the occasion. When the phone rang again, the cook answered. She picked up and answered that Chitra was safe at her house. She added that Chitra was agitated as she was caught in the disturbance and due to the curfew, she could not return home.

There was a brief conversation during which the cook answered all of Vijay's questions. She even gave Vijay her address, carefully substituting her own one bedroom flat for Ramji's palatial residence. She reassured Vijay that Chitra was safe and would return home the next day. The telephone was then passed on to a very relieved Chitra. Feeling guilty, Chitra consoled herself that she personally not lied to her husband. She promised herself that once she got home, she would dedicate herself to Vijay and her marriage. 

The cook retreated to her quarters leaving Chitra & Ramji alone. Suddenly Chitra exploded. All the pent up guilt in her blew up in a violent show of temper. She accused Ramji of taking advantage of her and vowed never to have anything to do with him. Ramji was taken aback by Chitra's attack. He was so stunned that he kept quiet, not knowing what to say. His silence probably saved the situation. After raving & ranting for several minutes, Chitra once again exploded into tears.

Ramji oce again summoned his cook. He asked her to take care of Chitra & went back to his bedroom. The dinner was left unconsumed as nobody was in a mood to eat. Seeing Chitra's disturbed state of mind, the cook decided to stay with her, sleeping on the floor while Chitra kept tossing & turning through the night. 

The next morning, Ramji deciding that discretion was the better part of valour stayed away. Chitra got up, changed and after accepting only a coffee from the cook, returned home. Chitra was determined never to see or talk to Ramji again. She just wanted to erase the memories of yesterday and revert to her life. 

Ramji was in deep despair. He had developed a deep affection, even love for Chitra. Judging by her words, his feelings were obviously not reciprocated. In business Ramji never knew defeat. However he knew he had lost in love. He was too much of a gentleman to pursue Chitra if, as he felt, she despised him. Ramji felt that love was not a part of his life.

Man proposes, but God disoposes. Our lives are often determined by factors beyond our control. Indians call this 'kismat" or fate. Both Ramji & Chitra had decided to part ways, but destiny had other plans.

What does the future hold? The story continues!



A Marriage Finds Love Ch. 05



Chitra returned home and immediately went for a shower. She wanted to wash away all the smell of her steamy sex with Ramji. The water also cooled her mind and she felt better as she changed into new clothes. She swore that she would make a similar mistake. Her initial thoughts were to confess everything to Vijay and seek his pardon. 

Second thoughts persuaded her to keep her tryst a secret. Vijay may erupt in anger and walk out on her leading o social humiliation and shame for her family. Even if he decided to forgive and accept her, Vijay may want seek revenge on Ramji & get into trouble.

Deciding that secrecy was her best option, Chitra decided to await Vijay's return and be the best wife a man could have. As the telephone rang, she went eagerly hoping that it was Vijay's call. Even as he spoke, Chitra knew that something was wrong. Vijay's voice was listless and sans enthusiasm. He spoke briefly, just stating that he would return home the next day. Despite Chitra asking he refused to reveal the reason for his sudden return.

It was a miserable night for Chitra. She was scared that Vijay had come to know what transpired between her & Ramji. She knew it could only be Ramji who had leaked the news to him, perhaps with an urge to separate the two. Perhaps Ramji thought that Vijay would desert Chitra and he could move in. Chitra swore to herself that under no circumstances would she ever have any relationship with ramji. She cursed herself for having agreed to go to his house and fall a victim to his ploy.

A tired and scared Chitra got Vijay's favorite lunch ready for him. She feared the worst but was determined to throw herself at Vijay's mercy. She hoped and prayed that Vijay would grant her a second chance to prove her love. Setting the table, she changed into a dress Vijay was fond of. Despite all her efforts, she still felt that it was not the door bell but the death knell of her marriage as she went to open the door.

Vijay entered, looking disheveled and tired. He too seemed to have had a sleepless night. He almost brusquely ignored Chitra and went straight for a shower. The lunch too was a quiet affair. Vijay was in no mood to make conversation, and Chitra was afraid to talk. The suspense was building and Chitra almost hoped that Vijay would vent his anger and get it over with.

Chitra meekly asked Vijay if he was feeling all right. Vijay seemed lost in his own world and for a minute did not reply. When Chitra repeated her question, Vijay rudely replied that it was all over. Chitra softly replied that they could still be together and she would do anything to keep Vijay happy. Vijay looked bewildered. He looked at his wife as if she was mad and asked her what she meant. Chitra was too ashamed, and simply told Vijay that she knew he was angry, but she would try her best to make up for what had happened. Vijay violently replied that there was no way he would allow Chitra to do anything. 

Fearing the worst, Chitra sat quietly; contemplating a bleak and lonely future. She tried to control herself, but a tear rolled down her cheeks. Suddenly Vijay came near and took her hand. He told Chitra that she should not worry and he would take care of matters. He added that Chitra had nothing to fear.

It was a relieved and happy Chitra who sat beaming by her husband. She could not believe her luck. She thanked her stars, her parents and all the Gods in heaven. She cried in joy and hugged her husband. Suddenly Vijay pulled back. He told Chitra that they still had a few issues to sort out.

Like a deflated balloon, Chitra came down to earth. She waited expectantly, prepared to accept any punishment Vijay may choose to impose upon her. Chitra asked Vijay what he wanted her to do. Vijay replied that all he expected Chitra was to remain cheerful, and not to bother her parents about their problems. Chitra happily agreed, and blessed her good luck that her secret shame would not be exposed to others.

Suddenly Vijay's mood changed. He told Chitra that he had some important work to do and she should not disturb him. Chitra was curious about what Vijay intended, but decided that discretion was the better part of valour. So far, events seemed under control and she did not want to precipitate any crisis. She retired to the kitchen planning a dinner that would melt in Vijay's mouth. 

A sudden call sent Chitra rushing to the table where Vijay was working on his laptop. He showed Chitra his new resume and asked her to proof read it for corrections. Surprised and confused Chitra read the bio data and pointed out a few grammar and spelling errors. Vijay made the corrections and pronounced that the resume was satisfactory and he would start posting applications.

Gathering courage Chitra asked Vijay what he meant. Vijay, with a sheepish look replied that he may lose his job, but was confident that he could find a new assignment very soon. Sensing that Vijay was not telling her the full truth, Chitra pressed forward, forgetting her own transgression. Slowly vijay confessed.

During their last assignment, Vijay and his team had gone out on a party. They had invited some female staff from their customer's office. The project was nearing the end and the atmosphere was boisterous. Drinks were flowing and loud music was blaring. Suddenly one of the persons, Vijay could not remember who, suggested that they try some LSD to bolster the mood even more. 

Before they knew it, everyone was literally in high spirits. Unfortunately one of the younger team members got fresh with a lady staff from their customer's office. She resisted, but he refused to let her go. Very soon a brawl broke out and the police came. All the people were arrested for misbehaving under the influence of drugs and drinks.

Vijay and the others were released the following day. The client was furious and reported the incident to Vijay's company. The company immediately recalled all the staff and Vijay feared the worst. As the team leader, not only was the project left incomplete, but he had tarnished the image of his company. Vijay was asked to stay at home on suspension pending the company's final decision.

Chitra was flabbergasted. On the one hand she felt sorry for Vijay. At the same time, she now knew the reason for his strange behavior. Forgetting her own indiscretion, she wanted to know if Vijay too had misbehaved with any girl. The very thought made her furious. Emotions of anger and relief competed in her mind. Finally relief won. She decided that since Vijay seemed unaware about her dalliance with Ramji, she would keep quiet. She justified her silence by consoling herself that Vijay was already troubled about his job. She knew that this was not the only reason, but felt satisfied that she was not adding to his problems.

After hearing Vijay, Chitra decided to play the role of the sympathetic and understanding wife. She decided that there was no harm in gathering some brownie points now as she herself may need it later. She told Vijay not to worry and that he would soon get a better job. Vijay was happy that Chitra was composed and not showing too much stress over the prospect of his losing the job. Little did he know that Chitra was more worried about losing her marriage!

Husband and wife cuddled up to each other. Both were feeling relaxed. They lay near other, in comfort and peace. Vijay asked Chitra if she had missed him. Chitra responded that she was scared during the riots. Vijay caressed the curve of her waist and drew Chitra nearer. Bending forward, Vijay kissed Chitra and his hand moved to cup her breast. He moved his fingers to locate her hardening nipple and gently rubbed it.

Chitra asked Vijay to hold on and gently removed her clothes. Vijay too discarded his garments. He pulled Chitra to him and mounted her. The love making was brief and intense. Vijay came soon and shot his seed into her womb. Chitra's desire was just building. Even before she could reach a climax Vijay had finished. She felt frustrated and compared it to the pleasure she experienced with Ramji. 

Her thoughts were unholy and blasphemous. Yet Chitra could not but help thinking back to the previous night. Not only had Ramji built up her desire with prolonged and sensuous foreplay, the very act of love was for mutual pleasure, not what she experience with her husband. Her body yearned for the same enjoyment and yet her mind told her it was a sin. 

Chitra wondered if the one night with Ramji was to be the only time she experienced a true orgasm and sexual fulfillment. She wondered whether Vijay had sex with others during his tours. Suddenly her feeling of guilt was replaced with anger, suspicion and disappointment.



A Marriage in Crisis



An introduction: 

This is my first shot into the world of Loving Wives. The story below is pretty close to being a factual retelling of something that happened a few years ago. I didn't put any dates on it except for the months in which it occurred. There is some mention of recording devices and GPRs at one point. They aren't an intrinsic part of the story, and were largely unavailable when the events described actually occurred anyway. 

Further, at the end, if you get that far, I'll explain the fictional pieces. As I say, this is a largely true story. I've doctored it for reasons I'll try to explain at the end. I hope you read it all, and I hope you both enjoy it and take something worthwhile away from. 

Before you start; we aren't burning any witches here, and the guy might seem like a wimp, but real people don't do all the shit I've read in a lot of the Loving Wives stories that are out there. 

Last, before you read, I've written several other things in the past, but have put them up incrementally. Regrettably I have a couple stories I lost interest in and never finished. This tale is complete, and all future things I write will be put up fully finished.

And also:

I started a story titled Love in the Cross Hairs, but never submitted the final chapter. It's done. I'll get it on line once I find it.

Gosh I hope someone reads this, and I hope they find it worthwhile. Well here goes nothing.

Please read the story below and tell me what you think. E-mail me if you like. 

Sandy and Tommy: A Marriage in Crisis

Part One: Dawn:

It started out as kind of an itch; something she sensed, sort of felt, something that was there, an irritant, an annoyance, an almost irresistible urge. She just couldn't name it, she couldn't put her finger on it, but it sure was there, oh how she knew it was there. 

She and Tommy had been married just over four years, and up to just a few months ago it had been a storybook life. Tommy was the perfect husband; he doted, he spoiled, he adored, and he worshiped. Everything and it seemed anything she wanted she got.

She, her name was Sandy, and Tommy had married right out of college. They'd both gone to the same state university, both had majored in education, and they'd both landed jobs in one of the richest counties in the country. 

Tommy:

Tommy's content majors had been History and Political Science, but he'd kept his employment options hot by performing as a varsity athlete in soccer, volleyball, and lacrosse. In Maryland where they'd grown up and attended public schools lacrosse was the golden key that opened all doors. Tommy got a coveted position as an eleventh grade U.S. History teacher in one of the top tier high schools in the northern sector of the county just south of the Pennsylvania line. Yes sir, he was on the fast track to glory; all he had to do was coach and teach and keep his nose reasonably clean. 

Tommy was the perfect fit. As a classroom teacher he electrified his students; he made history come alive. On the athletic field his leadership was unparalleled; he could the take most recalcitrant self-seeker and mold him into the classic self-denying team player. Parents, teachers, and students; they all loved him.

Tommy was smart too. As an undergraduate he took several Psychology courses, was tested, and turned in an amazing I.Q. rating of 143, genius. 

Tommy's other greatest attribute was loyalty. If someone became his friend, he or she was a friend for life. Needless to say, like all men, his closest and most adored friend turned out to be his wife. 

Tommy worshiped the ground his lovely wife walked on. She was everything he ever wanted, every dream he'd ever conjured had come true when she agreed to become Mrs. Tommy Campbell.

Tommy stood a modest five foot eleven, and weighed a slight, but solidly muscular, one hundred seventy pounds. He kept fit and trim by jogging, swimming, and with calisthenics. He never was much of a weight lifter or body builder in the traditional sense, but he could do things. He was a peerless gymnast. He could walk on his hands, do flips, and work magic on the high bar and rings.

He had wide set big green eyes, sandy hair, and a well framed face. He cut a handsome figure, and in college he was well liked and popular with the girls.

However, Tommy had a down side, all men do somewhere. Tommy was incredibly shy. Raised an only child by a widowed grandfather on a farm on the lower Eastern Shore; he was very much the quiet reflective type. To be sure, talent and intelligence aside, Tommy, raised a lonely little boy by a taciturn old Scotsman, had an inferiority complex a mile wide and as deep as the Marianas Trench. Of course, that sense of inferiority, that single personal frailty, played havoc on Tommy when it came to girls. He might have had the pick of the litter. He might have had dates for every event, every dance, for every single activity if he'd just had the gumption, the courage, to step up and ask. 

Sandy:

Sandy was everything Tommy was and more. First she was gorgeous. Like Tommy she had that Gaelic DNA which, in her case, produced, the best, the most beautiful girl imaginable. She had fiery red hair, captivating pale green eyes, and that classic pale, almost translucent, complexion that, when mixed with just the tiniest smidgen of freckles made her the most devastatingly beautiful girl in six states.

Sandy was smart; maybe not as smart as Tommy, but she was certainly smart. She got good grades. She studied hard, and by graduation day she was ready to take her place with the best in elementary education. In fact she was good enough to land a second grade teaching post in a tier one primary school that was just a quarter of a mile from the high school where Tommy started.

She had personality too. Sandy was the classic extrovert, and she had that almost frenetic concupiscence that made her the center of attention everywhere she went. She was the school party girl. That didn't mean she was promiscuous, not even close. Sandy's maiden name had been MacDonald, and like Tommy, she'd been raised in that strict Scottish Presbyterian tradition that absolutely forbade delivery of any carnal product of any kind before marriage. By the time she graduated she'd certainly been kissed a lot, and some of the boys may have been lucky enough to get the slightest passing wave at one of her succulent little 34B perfect pear shaped breasts, but no one had come anywhere near close to her most sacred places. Those treasures inside her panties; that sweet little vagina with its curtain of soft labial flesh, and her tight little anal cave were as pure and clean as they were on the day of her first nativity.

Sandy was adorable, effervescent, pretty, chirpy, bouncy, and absolutely pure. Only one person would ever be destined to reach inside one of those soft blouses and caress those delectable breasts. Only one man would ever lower those panties and take full measure of the most perfect red fringed Mound of Venus God had ever created, and that one man the pert littler Sandy MacDonald had decided would be Mr. Tommy Campbell.

Sandy zeroed in on Tommy about halfway through the second semester of their junior year, and, for sure, she closed him in on him like a U-Boat that had sighted an unsuspecting merchant vessel off the coast of a well-lighted American shoreline. The boy never had a chance.

She saw him first while he played midfield for the varsity lacrosse team. To her Tommy was poetry in motion; a young Greek God. She arranged to have a friend introduce her, and after that, Tommy, the poor innocent was labeled, stamped, and delivered grade A choice USDA Sandy MacDonald prime rib. He never saw it coming.

Happily Ever After

They both graduated cum laude, and when Sandy's parent's put together the classic Christian wedding, big cake, long lines of ushers and bridesmaids, and of course, the classic traditional service with all the old fashioned vows everyone knew this was one marriage made in Heaven. No man, no beast would ever break up this happy family. 

As was said at the outset everything went perfect for the first four years; then something, or some things, began to go awry. Be sure it was Sandy; poor Tommy didn't know a thing until, like that devastating morning August 8, 1945, it hit, and like Hiroshima it hit with catastrophic clarity.

Dark Skies?

Sandy had been unbelievably happy, or at least she thought she was. She had the perfect man, the ideal sensitive lover, a terrific career, and all the things that were supposed to make for a perfect life. Still something wasn't just quite right.

Oh the loving was right out of a Harlequin romance. Tommy knew all the ways how to make her happy. 

He was heavily into foreplay, only the most affectionate cuddling followed by the best, had she known, cunnilingus any woman could dream of. Tommy knew where her G-spot was. He was like an al-Qaida terrorist when it came to her delicate little clit. He knew just the way to slowly stroke his fingers up and down the sides of her swollen moist fleshy labia. He knew just where to put his tongue, just how much pressure to apply with his lips. And using his fingers and thumb in those oh so special ways he could get her to jump through all the right sexual hoops, and that with just the most minimal vaginal penetration. 

Tommy's only real fetish, a fetish Sandy learned to love, was his love of her mound when it was freshly shaved and then softened with soothing creams. Her vaginal cavity was small and tight, and it seemed like the creams he used made her even more sensitive when he went to touch her. Though the complete absence of hair made her private area appear childlike and virginal she learned to love his gentle ministrations. After all she thought, his were the only eyes, his were the only hands, and his penis was the only one that would ever touch or penetrate her sacred treasures. 

Of course, always, after a long and delicious foray of tongue and finger Tommy knew precisely when to rise and mount his loving sweetheart. Sometimes he went in missionary, sometimes he rolled her over and went in doggie style, and sometimes he sat back and pulled her atop him. Afterward, they'd lie side by side, and as reliable as Big Ben he'd slowly regain his full manly size. Hard and erect, he'd then pull her close to his side and oh so slowly and gently slide back in till the full length of his manhood engulfed her. Tommy had a splendid organ; neither so large as to cause damage or gross pain, but thick and long enough to give her the sensation of complete utter and total fullness. 

They'd lay there, together, in full and complete harmony until, through nature's whim; he'd ejaculate one more time. Those last special moments, with him in her, together side by side were her favorite times. She could always feel him get larger and larger just prior to his final orgasm. It was the most profound build up and climax any woman could ever imagine let alone actually experience, and with Tommy it was a regular event. 

It was always those moments, those final moments when they lay in embrace, him fully inside, her pressed tightly against his manly frame, that she felt the most complete, at one with nature and nature's universe, in harmony with her man, the man she loved beyond all humanly measure. Sandy had no idea just how wonderful a lover Tommy really was. No matter, when he was finished she was always utterly and completely exhausted. 

Tommy was a considerate lover. He asked her for an occasional drop down for some tongue and mouth work on his solid little eight inch soldier, but once he realized she was just a little too fastidious about his occasionally unexpected outflow of semen he graciously stopped asking. He also believed that anything that had to do with her anal cavity was just too degrading so he never asked for, and she never volunteered that orifice. He didn't care, and he believed she didn't either; after all, he was too much of a gentleman to ever leave her without the requisite number of orgasmic experiences. 

To be sure, Tommy was good in bed. He was damn good, God damn good, and no other woman, if they'd ever had the chance would have ever doubted that Sandy got the best, the very best sex any mortal woman had a right to expect. 

Maybe that was one of Sandy's problems; it was always good, maybe too good. Tommy it seemed hit a grand slam home-run every time he came to bat, and he hit it with regularity. They hit it on Friday night, Tuesday night, every single Saturday afternoon, and sometimes on the occasional Sunday right after church. 

Sandy never got a quickie; for Tommy it was always the longie, only the best for his girl. But like too many trips to the Louvre, too many eighty yard passes for the touchdown, too many long exquisite evenings of fondling, loving, cuddling, sweet talking, and total fulfillment Sandy grew bored.

Then there were other problems. Sandy could expect like clockwork at least one or two surprise presents every week. Somewhere during the week there was the inexpensive box of candy, the loving card, the spray of flowers, the carefully saved for piece of jewelry, the unexpected scarf, a favorite book or DVD, the unanticipated pretty little nightie, and, without fail, every gift was accompanied by a torrent of hugs and kisses. 

Of course, money was tight. They were planning a family and would need every cent for a house and children. Sandy managed their finances. Tommy had a strict allowance. She knew exactly how much money he had, and she knew all too well every single extra penny he had went into presents for her. It was almost unbelievable; nobody could be that affectionate, that deeply in love; that overawed that they spent every waking moment thinking up ways to make her happy, but that was Tommy. She often asked him why he didn't spend more on himself. His answer was reliably the same; the only thing he really liked was the happy expression on her face when she received a present. Sometimes it made her feel a little guilty.

Oh they had their arguments, their fights, but even they were miner. Sometimes she'd even pick a fight just to get Tommy's dander up, but he was just too God damned smart. He'd always see right through her. He'd make peace, make her happy, and once in bed, he'd make her wish she never started anything. 

She couldn't even make him jealous. For one thing everybody they knew liked Tommy so much no one ever even considered trying to hit on her. She was Tommy's, and that was that. He was just too attentive, too loving, too caring, too perfect; no one dared try to penetrate their idyllic life. 

That bothered Sandy in another way. While men kept their distance out of respect for Tommy, she was always deflecting the passes of her wanton girlfriends. It was like she had to be on guard twenty-four hours a day seven days a week just to keep all the sex starved women away from her man. Of course she knew Tommy would never cheat. He even laughed and told her sometimes how this or that woman thought she was getting somewhere when in fact he had nothing to do with any of them. After all, he loved his Sandy.

Then there were other things. Tommy did the dishes. Tommy did the laundry. Tommy vacuumed, Tommy washed, cleaned, scrubbed, he tidied, he nurtured, he spoiled. Tommy was the perfect slave, and what was really scary was he knew it, and he enjoyed it, anything, and he meant it when he said he'd do anything for her.

But alas, there was the money. There never seemed to be quite enough money. Both of them were school teachers so they knew they'd taken a kind of vow of poverty. They'd agreed to save every penny they could. Aside from being Scottish, they wanted to save up enough to start a family as soon as possible. 

They both wanted children; they wanted them desperately. Tommy said he'd prefer girls so he could dress them up like their mother and show them off all around the neighborhood. Sandy didn't care; she figured three maybe four kids, boys, girls, it didn't matter. She sort of preferred having boys. She had this mental picture of Tommy coaching his boys, training and molding his little men into the kind of man he'd become. 

Here was the real fly in the milk. Sandy knew the time when she'd have to start churning out the little munchkins was just around the corner. It scared her. It scared the living shit out of her. Babies, oh she wanted them, but babies meant she'd give up her job, she'd gain weight, there'd be stretch marks, she'd stop being sexy and pretty for Tommy, and she'd have to go through the hell of child birth. 

Of course poor Sandy never understood most men, and especially men like Tommy, found women to be their most beautiful when they emitted that soft life announcing glow, when they evinced that new soft rounded curvature and that unique genteel moisture only a pregnant woman could give. No, she only thought about the lascivious looks of other women as they gazed longingly at her man. How could she fight them off if she was fat and tired with a growing baby inside? 

For sure, she wanted to please Tommy. More than anything she wanted to build him a big family; she was just so afraid, so terribly afraid. 

Married four years; time was up. Sometimes she felt like she was a suicide bomber walking around Times Square with a rack of dynamite strapped to her chest. But she couldn't articulate the fears she felt, not to Tommy. 

She was terrified of ever telling Tommy how scared she really was. Sure they talked about everything. Communication was one skill they were terrific at. But if she told him how scared she really was, she knew she'd be letting him down, letting him down big time. She decided to just close down around it, hide her senseless fears, keep them to herself. Tommy wanted kids. She wanted kids. The time for her to step up, stop taking the pill, and start planning for the next chapter in their lives was just weeks away, and she was scared super shitless. 

The Serpent in the Garden

Long about middle of their fourth year of married life Sandy's school got a new vice-principal. His name was Bill Moyers. He was married, in his mid-thirties, with two teenaged kids, a hot wife, and a tongue that could've sold matches in Hell. Good old Bill was the classic sexual predator. He could size up a woman, and immediately tell where her weaknesses were. Worse, he was one of those guys who took a special sadistic delight in piercing a girl's armor, turn her blissfully happy home life into a humiliating deceitful travesty, and most satisfyingly turn an unsuspecting happily married man into a hapless cuckold. Bill was one heartless son of a bitch.

Bill took one look at Sandy, saw the insecurity, and knew he'd found fertile soil. It was time for the bastard to go to work.

The first thing he did was to arrange his lunch break to coincide with hers. Then, one by one, through the sleight of clever scheduling he moved Sandy's closest friends to other time frames. Once she was isolated he slowly, carefully, and methodically went to work.

Sandy wore nice clothes, but not everything was brand new. She had what she considered an especially nice plaid suit, a little worn, but she still thought it was quite nice. Of course Bill very sympathetically and very discreetly found the fray in the collar. The next day he gifted her with a pretty little gold piece of jewelry. It covered the minuscule blemish perfectly.

Sandy, of course, was delighted but she said she had to decline it, "Oh I think it's lovely Mr. Moyers, but my husband doesn't approve of my receiving gifts of jewelry from strange men." 

Bill was the gentleman, "Of course, no man would like that. I agree. Why don't you just wear it while you're in school? Put it on when you're at work. Take it off when you leave. Your husband will never know, and if he doesn't know he won't be offended."  




A Marriage in Crisis



Sandy considered it and agreed. It never occurred to her it was her first act of deceit. It might have been a little thing, an insignificant thing, but it was a first step.

One thing led to another; a tiny charm bracelet, a simple white handkerchief, a tiny aerosol mouth spray. Of course the mouth spray required a friendly sniff from the giver; just a faint little whiff of Sandy's sweet breath; oh so close to Bill's fresh brushed mouth. 

He bought her a new kind of perfume just to wear at work, something that was mild, feminine, incredibly expensive, and something impossible to hide from a soon to be cuckold husband. 

Then there came that first post-Christmas professional day; a long morning and afternoon of tedious lectures by boring specialists. Bill offered to ease Sandy's pain by taking her to lunch. They went to lunch. Of course one midday off campus lunch led to another. What was the harm, they always ate at inconspicuous inexpensive restaurants always close to school, often it was Dutch treat, and they always got back to school on time. 

Then Bill suggested Sandy join him in some of the many after-school meetings he attended. After all Sandy was a gifted teacher. She had administrative potential. What was the harm in a few post school meetings where she could rub elbows with the shakers and movers of the system? Sandy was flattered. Of course she accepted. And to be sure, each afternoon meeting meant a brief post meeting lunch date. 

Sandy was a little chary of these afternoon lunches at first. She told Bill, "I don't want Tommy to find out. He might get jealous."

Bill was always right there, "Not to worry we'll always finish up and get you home before Tommy gets home. He'll never know." 

At these afternoon meetings Bill was a true gentleman. He offered sage educational advice. When she mentioned her imminent intent to soon quit and start a family he responded about how sad it would for the system to lose such a talented fresh new teacher. His remarks played right into her fears. He stoked the simmering fires of discontent.

He listened to Sandy's occasional complaints about her family and her husband. It was these miniscule tidbits of unhappiness that Bill honed in on. Always the considerate, polite, sympathetic, slightly older, more mature helper he was quick to agree with Sandy's every complaint. He'd smile and shake his head, "Some guys just don't know when they have a good woman."

It was like gasoline on a smoldering fire. He fed Sandy's every complaint with more fuel. Sandy ate up every caring comment. Every agreeing nod, every sympathetic smile lured poor Sandy deeper into his web of deceit. It was as though Bill understood her. He understood her unhappiness. 

He elaborated, he extolled her about the dangers of childbirth, the disruptions it would cause to her life, the dangers inherent in pregnancy and delivery. He sympathized; some husbands just didn't care or understand the fears and concerns women on the cusp of motherhood had to grapple with. 

Sandy started to look forward to her afternoon lunch sessions with Bill. He was so understanding, so sympathetic. Meanwhile he kept adding, item by item one more here, one more there, each outing, some reason why she should be unhappy with her home life. 

Sandy started to look for things at home. Tommy was too gastric. He unconsciously and unnecessarily scratched and fidgeted. After a long afternoon on the field coaching and helping kids he sometimes came home filthy and foul with body odor. Bill never smelled. Once in a while Tommy even came home flatulent. Bill never passed gas. Was it the after coaching treats he provided the boys, or was Tommy just less concerned about how he behaved around her? 

Bill never scratched. Bill never had morning mouth or late night hiccoughs or coughing spells. Bill was a gentleman, a real man. She bet Bill never had to bend over and clean a shitty toilet bowl after a bowel movement. For sure Tommy always wrapped the Q-tips in toilet paper after he cleaned his dirty ears, but she knew the yellow scum was in there. Tommy sometimes had shit stains in his boxers. Oh she noticed how he tried to hide them; he'd immediately scrub out the soiled pants so she wouldn't see, but she saw the evidence of poor hygiene anyway. Though he always used a Kleenex she saw how he discreetly picked his nose. Oh she never saw the evidence, she never saw a dirty bougar, but she knew they were there just the same. 

Tommy had a habit of reaching in the cereal box with his hand and dragging the cereal out manually. She'd watched Bill at work at one of their school breakfasts. His hands never touched the cereal inside the box like that. He just shook his cereal out. No filthy fingers touched the cereal others might want. When Tommy ate fried eggs he cut them up completely in the southern fashion before eating them. She bet Bill used the more sophisticated method of cutting a piece of white and carefully dipping it into the yolk. That's why they were called dippy eggs. Yes, she saw Tommy increasingly as the pale unsympathetic carbon copy of the mature professional she worked with every day. 

Then Sandy started to unload about her sexual inadequacies. If she'd known the truth, hers was a fairytale sex life, but good old Bill had been quietly poisoning the well. When Sandy started to complain about her imagined unhappy sex life, Bill was ready to offer a warm, loving, nonthreatening shoulder. He was always ready with a sympathetic remark. He reminded her of her lack of experience. He told her how men often differed in their sexual styles, and how she'd never had the chance to make the marvelous discoveries variety offered. 

Sandy started to wonder what sex might be like with another man. She'd never had sex with anyone but Tommy. She'd been a virgin when they went to bed together on their marriage night. She'd been proud of her purity, but had it been a mistake? Was he all that good? Could she have gotten better? Was there something else? Was there something more out there? She wondered. She wondered about Bill.

Red Flags at Home

Tommy was no fool. He might be somewhat naïve about some things, but he started to see the signs. Sandy was becoming distant. They used to talk all the time about everything. Lately she wouldn't talk, and when she did she was short and curt. She'd started to criticize, find fault where no fault should be found. He could tell she was getting home later than she used to. Once she used to stop by and watch him coach; she never did that any more. Sometimes he could tell she barely beat him home. He started to check the hood of her car. It was always hot now when he got home. 

Something wasn't right. Sometimes he smelled liquor on her breath. Not hard stuff, something less, maybe just a glass of wine. It worried him. Sandy wasn't a drinker. Neither was he. She seemed more tired at night. Their sexual adventures were less frequent, and she seemed distracted, even bored. He tried harder, but she only got worse.

And she couldn't fool him about the gifts. He'd seen the handkerchiefs, the costly brooches, the skanky little charm bracelet, he smelled the perfume. He also noticed for the first time she started to paint her nails, he noted the darker mascara, the brighter redder lip gloss. Who was the war paint for?

Once she came home and her lipstick was slightly smeared. He asked her in a jokingly sort of way, "What your lipstick looks smeared. Somebody give you a big kiss?" Normally a comment like that would have elicited a laugh and a joke. Not this time. Sandy retorted, "What, are you accusing me of something?" 

That's when Tommy knew! His bowels turned to ice.

Trying to Plug the Hole in the Dike.

Tommy was at a loss. His wonderful wife, his sweetheart, his perfect little girl couldn't be planning an affair. Not her Not his Sandy! He had to act. First he did some snooping.

Tommy had friends all around the school district. He asked about any changes in personnel at Sandy's school, and that's when he found out about Moyers, the man had a history. He'd been transferred to Sandy's school after rumors had spread about another young woman at his prior school. He knew he couldn't bring it up to Sandy, but at least he had a name.

Tommy decided to go the tried and true route. Sandy loved presents. He went to the bank and pulled several hundred dollars from their housing fund. There was an expensive tennis bracelet Sandy had tried on at the mall. It wasn't cheap. It would cost a king's ransom, it would set back their plans for the future, but he had to do something. He bought it.

The night he decided to give it to her Sandy actually got home after he did. It was a first, and it terrified him. He held up the little packet with the bracelet, "Sandy I got you something I know you'll like."

Sandy looked at the box. She knew it was jewelry. She bet, from the size and shape of the box it was the tennis bracelet she'd admired. A year ago she would have been ecstatic, but not now. They were too close to the...the time...the time when her life would change forever. She knew the money would have had to come from their housing account, and second she instinctively knew this was a bribe. She knew her Tommy, and she knew he was tense about something. For once she wondered if he was having an affair. No not her Tommy; they were too much alike. Just that thought caused her stomach to quake. She looked back at the box, "Oh, jewelry. Put it down. I'll look at it later."

She wanted it. She'd loved that tennis bracelet, but she couldn't take it. That was money wrongly spent, money for a bribe, money they'd need later for when...it scared her. If she told Tommy the truth she'd have to face her real fear, that wouldn't do. She'd have to blow this off some other way. Why did he put her on the spot like this? It made her mad.

Tommy was completely nonplussed, "I bought it today. Are you sure you don't want to at least look at it and see?"

Sandy snapped, "I said not now. Put it aside. I'll check it later." She saw the pained look on his face. A few weeks ago she'd have rushed to him and apologized. Not today. Her secret fears and her talks with Bill had readied her for this. Tommy was trying to buy her off. She would have none of it. This was a wrongful bribe.

She spewed even more venom, "Don't give me that hang dog look. I said I'd check it later."

Tommy put it on the kitchen counter.

Sandy had just to put him in his place; she never bothered to open it. She left it where he'd placed it. It made her feel guilty, but it was his fault.

The next day at work during their afterschool get together Sandy told Bill about the gift, "Bill you should have seen him. He was standing there with this box like it contained the Hope Diamond. I knew what it was, just a tennis bracelet. He thought I'd jump in his arms and smother him with kisses. I showed him."

Bill agreed, "You were right not to open it. You should leave it right where he put till he's good and sorry for trying to buy your love. 

Sandy agreed.

August 7th, 1945. The Enola Gay is on the Runway.

Sandy had just about decided to let Bill have sex with her. She felt like she was in a kind of fog. She knew it would be wrong, well sort of, but it was as if all her moral forces were on stand down. It could hurt Tommy, but in a few weeks she'd be starting down the road of motherhood. Once that began there'd be no turning back. If there was something better she had to find out now. She wondered; could anything be better than Tommy? She told Bill again, "You know Bill I've never slept with anyone except my husband."

Bill had been waiting for this, "Sandy they say variety is the spice of life. I wouldn't want to push you, but if you're interested in adding a little something new to your life I'd be glad to please you. I mean I'm not trying to force you, but I think I can help."

By then Sandy was so malleable she believed anything Bill said. Sex with Bill would be like a helping hand, "How about tomorrow night? It's Friday. I'll make up some excuse. We can meet somewhere; maybe spend some time together." 

Why did she say that? It scared her; do something with someone other than Tommy? Was she crazy? Well she could meet with Bill, and decide then. Besides, like Bill said, she'd be putting Tommy in his place. What place was that she wondered?

Bill had an even better idea, "Why don't we meet at a restaurant right after-school first and try something I bet you've never done before?"

"What would that be?" asked Sandy.

Bill replied, "Let's make that a special surprise. It could be fun. Then you could go home. Clean up, and we'll meet back at say the Holiday Inn at around 6:00 p.m. We'll have a small supper, then go someplace private."

Sandy felt something unusual, it was like butterflies in her stomach. This was all new. It sounded exciting. A tryst, a secret rendezvous, something like they showed in the movies. She'd have her own secret private adventure, "You're wife?"

"She won't know. It'll be our secret. No one else will ever know. You'll get a new experience, it'll help you compare and better understand men, and neither your husband nor my wife will ever know." 

Then he lowered the boom, "I'd only be doing this to help you out. In fact it'll probably make your marriage better."

Sandy had a moment's misgiving, "You think it will. I mean make my marriage better? What if they find out?"

Bill was confident, "Oh, I'm sure it will make it better. And don't worry. They won't find out. We'll be careful, and even if they do, if we explain it right, they'll understand."

Sandy thought about it; Tommy would never know, and if he ever did find out she'd explain it. She knew her Tommy. She could do anything. He loved her. He'd go along. He'd understand it was for their marriage. That gave her pause; how would it make it better. Well Bill said it would. She looked at Bill, "All right tomorrow afternoon and then tomorrow night. But I'll have to make something up, and I'll have to be home before 10:00 p.m.

Bill held out his hand, "Deal."

Sandy took it and shook his hand. His hand was smaller and softer than her Tommy's, "Deal" 

She was going to have her own secret romantic interlude. She'd have her own private adventure. Tommy would never know, and even if he ever found out he'd understand. Heck, she thought she might even tell him anyway. She was going to become a better, more sophisticated lover. She was sure he'd go along. Then she thought better of that. Better keep it a secret; it would be more fun that way. 

She was glad she'd met Bill. He was really smart.

Bill and Sandy got up and left. They'd picked a time and a place to start something new. Sandy was incredibly excited. So was Bill, but for entirely different reasons.

Zero Minus Ten: Count Down!

Sandy got home just ahead of Tommy on Thursday. She kept thinking; one more day, one more day. Tomorrow would be the big day. I'll begin my great adventure. I'm so nervous. It'll be great. I've got to get control of myself. Tommy mustn't suspect anything. Get hold of yourself.

Tommy walked up to the door. He'd checked the hood of her car and he knew she hadn't been home long. He had this premonition. He felt like they were on the brink of disaster. Something just wasn't right. He walked in, "Sandy I'm home."

Sandy tried to control herself, best not to be too friendly, "Yeah, I see."

He smiled, now he was certain something was absolutely terribly wrong, "How about spaghetti tonight?"

That was the last thing she wanted. She wanted a quick quiet supper, and she wanted to get to bed early. Tomorrow was her special day, "No, how about just soup and sandwiches?"

Tommy put a good face on it, "Soup and sandwiches coming up!" He looked over at the counter. The jewelry box was still there, "Hey Sandy why don't you open the box I got you?"

That was the last thing she wanted, a loving evening with her naïve innocent boy husband. Just the sight of the box made her feel funny. Was it guilt? She replied, "No I'll check some other time."

He tried to be pleasant, "I think you'll like it?"

She looked away, "I said not tonight."

He watched her. There was definitely something awful going on, "Sandy I think we need to talk."

Bill had warned her about the 'big talk', "No not tonight. I don't feel too good."

He smiled, "Want me to give you a massage?"

She flipped back, "No, I want you to leave me alone."

"What if I just combed your hair?"

She snapped at him, "No damn it; leave me alone!"

He watched her, then he snarled, "Fix your own fucking sandwiches." He got up and went into their small living room.

Sandy gasped, he just cussed at her! He never cussed, never! But that was what she wanted. He was finally showing his true colors. She slapped a couple pieces of cheese between two slices of bread, pulled out a bottle of water, and went back to their bedroom.

He knew he'd been done. This was serious. He wondered if she was about to do something they'd both regret. He had to bring it up. He followed her to the back bedroom. He went in, "Sandy you've changed. I can tell something's up, something's really wrong and I don't know what to do about it. I bought you a $700.00 bracelet and you could give a shit. You've gone out of your way to be the classic bitch. This just isn't like you. Now what's wrong?"

She was lying on the bed and facing away from him. She wondered if he knew. He couldn't, nothing had happened yet. She lied, "I just don't feel good. Now leave me alone."

He knew that wasn't true, "Sandy that's bull shit. I know you get home late every evening. You couldn't have been home for more than five or ten minutes before I got here. I've smelled alcohol on you a couple of times lately. Sandy you don't drink! You know what I think? I think you're seeing someone."

She stiffened but didn't turn around, "Don't make me sick. Tommy that's just stupid. You sound stupid. Why would I do something like that?"

He sat on the bed, "I don't know. Why would you?"

She rolled around and gave him a savage look, "What now you're the Gestapo?"

He backed down just a little, "Sandy we have good marriage. We'll start having our own children soon. Don't mess this up."

He'd hit the nerve. She unconsciously shivered.

He got back up, "I'm worried. Remember what the promises we made. Love, honor, cherish, forsake all others? Don't ruin this."

She curled up tight in a little fetal ball, "Go away Tommy. I'll open the damn box this weekend. Nobody's ruining anything. I told you I feel bad." 

Jesus she thought, he had to mention how close they were to the big change in their lives. He had to bring up their wedding vows. It scared the shit out of her. Maybe she should say something? No, she was too scared to talk about anything, especially that night.

He stared at the back of her head. He knew something was dreadfully horribly out alignment, "Sandy you know I love you. I'd do anything for you. You're the reason why I get up in the morning. Please don't do anything stupid."

She replied, "Good night Tommy." She thought about what he'd said. He was worried. Yes he was suspicious, but he didn't really know anything. She'd go out tomorrow night. She'd listen to Bill some more. If she liked what he said, she'd have her little fling, her secret tryst. Tommy would never know, and if he ever found out. Why, he never said anything really threatening. If she got caught, which she knew she wouldn't, she knew she could explain it all out, just a little secret fun. Heck, Bill told her it was safe and he was smart, she trusted him.

Neither Sandy nor Tommy slept very well that evening. Sandy kept going over what she and Bill had planned in her head. She kept thinking about Tommy. She kept going over everything Bill had told her; how this would be a good experience for her, how it would make her marriage better. Bill said it was safe and sure; nothing could go wrong. 




A Marriage in Crisis



Tommy lay awake all night; he felt so helpless. He loved her so much, but there were some things... He made up his mind. He'd fight this. Sandy was his wife. He wasn't one of those wait and catch her after it was too late. He'd track this down. He'd fight for his wife. She was upset about something; he just didn't know what. Sandy was his girl. If he had to, he'd save her from herself. Wasn't that what real men did? He thought so.

Of course, across town Bill was as smooth as silk. He poured it on with his wife. He'd done this before; she'd never caught on, not even once. But then again he didn't think she really cared anyway. He knew she'd had her little liaisons. If anyone was a cuckold it was him. Why shouldn't he make some other poor slob feel the same pain? Tommy and Sandy had it coming.

Impact!

Tommy got up first, fixed coffee and toast, and waited for Sandy.

She came down her usual time. Kissed Tommy on the cheek, picked up a piece of toast and a travel mug filled with Folgers, "Oh by the way. I'm going to a baby shower tonight. I'm helping to decorate right after school; so I'll be a little late. When I get home I'll have to change in a hurry and get off around 5:30 p.m. I shouldn't be too late. I should be home by 10:00. Bye!"

Tommy only nodded. He knew her story was preposterous; normally anything like a baby shower would have been a topic of conversation all week. She was lying, but he figured he could thank the Lord for small favors. If she was actually going to do anything it was most likely that night after dinner and not in the middle of the day. He knew tonight he had his work cut out for him.

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The day dragged slowly for Tommy, but even more slowly for Sandy. Sandy wondered what surprise Bill had in store for her. Tommy wondered what he should do.

Right after school Bill and Sandy slipped down to Appleby's. It was late afternoon so the usual weekend crowd hadn't shown up yet. Bill found them a booth in the back. It was well concealed; ideal for what he had planned. First they had a drink. Then he pulled out a black silk scarf, "Sandy have you ever done anything with cloth?" He was careful not mention they were out in public.

She looked over at him and smiled, "Like what?

He held out the scarf, "Sandy have you ever touched Tommy through some soft material, say something like silk?"

She answered, "Well no not actually." Already she thought something new!

Bill gave her his best most sincere smile. He handed her the scarf, "Here take this, open my fly, and wrap it around my penis."

She looked at the scarf, then at Bill, "Bill I..."

He smiled so affectionately, "It's a chance just to touch something new. I think you'll like it."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

He replied, "Well touch and hold me through the cloth, no direct contact. You'll be able to try something in a new nonthreatening way."

He put the scarf in her hand, "I want you to reach under the table, pull down my fly, pull out my penis and I want you to use this to rub me. It's not really sex, just touching through some cloth."

Sandy was surprised, for a second put off, but then she thought about it. She'd never done anything like this before, and like Bill said it would just be cloth on skin, kind of like shaking hands with gloves on. 

She gave Bill a silly grin. She reached under the table and unzipped his pants. Sandy carefully put the scarf in her hand. She used the scarf, reached in and pulled out his penis. It was already sort of hard. It was a lot smaller than Tommy's, but she didn't care. She wrapped the silk scarf around his dick and started to masturbate him, "You mean like this?"

He leaned back a little, "Yes, like that."

It didn't take long. Bill's penis wasn't that hard when he shot his load into the scarf.

She pulled back, "Oh."

Bill took the scarf from her. He looked at her, "Where's your purse?"

She showed him.

Bill reached over, opened her purse and after wrapping the scarf in some paper napkins he pushed it in her purse. "I want you to save this for later tonight."

Sandy looked at her purse, then at Bill, "Bill, that's crazy."

He grinned, "No it's not. Take it in with you tonight when you go home. Put it on the table and leave it till you come back out. Your husband won't even notice, but it will remind you of our secret rendezvous."

Sandy looked at Bill. She studied her purse. This was really scary. What if she got caught? But what if she didn't? This was really risky, it sounded exciting, she replied, "OK."

He grinned, "Don't chicken out. It'll be part of the adventure."

She thought how crazy this was, "I'll do it."

She put her purse on the side and tried to forget about it. This had to be the craziest thing she'd ever done. It was almost like daring Tommy to notice, and if he did, to do anything.

They went ahead and had a quick bite to eat; shortly before 5:00 they left. 

Bill told her, "Call me on your cell phone after you leave tonight, and I'll tell you where to meet me in the restaurant." 

After Sandy left Bill thought about the scarf. This wasn't part of any adventure; it was a snare for her. The presence of the incriminating scarf just made it that much more likely she wouldn't back out. Though it was cruel he thought it was funny. Her poor fool husband would have the evidence of his wife's infidelity right on his kitchen table, and he wouldn't even know it. 

Sandy sheepishly smiled and answered, "OK."

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Sandy got home a little after 5:00. 

Tommy was waiting at the kitchen table, "Get the decorations set up?"

Sandy looked up in alarm. She'd forgotten the lie she'd told him the night before, "Oh yes. They're all ready. It's supposed to be a surprise."

Tommy smelled the semen right away. He looked at her purse, but quickly looked away. Jesus he thought, this is a mess, "Yeah, I bet this'll be some surprise."

Sandy nervously put her purse on the seat of the chair across the table from her husband. She wasn't quite ready to risk the on the table trick Bill suggested, "I've got to clean up and get ready. Be back in just a minute."

He smiled, "I'll wait here."

Sandy flew down the hall to get a shower.

While Sandy was showering Tommy walked around and opened the purse. He verbalized his thoughts, "Oh God. This is too much." He pulled the filthy napkins and scarf from her purse. He thought; this is really for shit. He took the filth and wrapped it in a clean tea towel and hid it under the sink. Then he took the wash cloth on the sink and stuffed that in her purse. He felt like he wanted to cry. It was like his whole life was unraveling right in front of him. He told himself, get a grip. Nothing that big has happened yet, but he knew if he didn't act tonight it was probably all over. Tommy had never been in a fight in his life; he'd never really hit anybody in anger, but he wanted to find this Moyers guy and punch him right in the nose. He also felt like he was going to throw up. 

Sandy took a while to get ready. She put on her best little black dress; she really dolled herself up; mascara, blush, red lipstick. She walked back into the kitchen and picked up her purse. She leaned over to give Tommy a kiss on the cheek. 

He leaned forward to take it, "Don't forget, tonight's a love night."

She looked at him a little askance. She felt a second of panic. She'd have already had something planned with Bill. Tommy would get sloppy seconds. That was something she'd read about, but never thought would happen with her. She knew she couldn't let that happen to Tommy. She gave him her best artificial smile, "We'll see."

He smiled back, "Yes we will." He walked her to the door, "You know I love you Sandy."

She blushed. She almost stopped and decided not to go, but then... She'd told Bill. She'd promised herself, one night of excitement. Then she'd start to make babies. Heck, this wasn't so bad anyway, just one night, one time. Tommy would probably understand if he found out. But he wouldn't find out. She walked down to her little Camry and got in.

Tommy watched from the window; he already had his keys in his hand. He had the filth rag in the other. He'd have to follow pretty close, but he was gambling she wouldn't watch too closely.

As she pulled away he ran out, got in his Volkswagen and took off after her. He was right, she wasn't concerned at all. She took her time, obeyed all the signals. He managed to stay about two hundred feet behind. There were a few other cars on the road so it wasn't like they were the only ones. It didn't take him long to realize she was headed for the Holiday Inn just about a quarter of a mile from where they lived.

How novel he thought. The scene of the crime was just around the corner. He watched as she pulled in the underground parking lot. He slowed down to wait till she found a place to park. This was going to be too easy; he had her spare car key with the attached beeper. He waited a few seconds and drove in. He drove about a hundred feet, rolled down his window and pushed the button on her beeper. He saw the light up ahead, not more fifty feet away. He drove up and parked beside her car.

He got out. He bet they probably planned a short meal, and then the trip to some room. He waited in the parking garage for abut ten minutes; just long enough he figured for them to get in and get settled. 

He walked into the Holiday Inn. There were two restaurants; one well lighted, the other more subdued. He went for the darker restaurant. He walked in. It was pretty crowded. He'd be forever just looking. He got out his cell phone and dialed her number. 

Just as he thought, the big dumbbell hadn't even turned her cell off. Some secret lover he thought. He heard it sing out over to the left. She'd installed an ABBA song, "Mama Mia" on her phone, it was distinctive, and for tonight it seemed to have special poignancy. 

He followed the sound. He saw them. There they were!

In that instant Tommy lost all his aplomb. There she was, his wife, hiding in a restaurant with another man, a man she thought she was about to have sex with. She was getting ready to give away everything they had. He wondered if she even knew what she was doing.

He started to cry. No! Not here. Not now. He walked deliberately, forthrightly, and directly to where they were sitting. He had a whole spiel planned. He was going to give that guy what for. He still didn't really quite believe Sandy knew what she was doing. He just knew her too well; she was just too damn naïve. The guy she was with was a real pro at this; Sandy was just another stupid sheep. 

He got up to where they were. He was standing right in front of his wife, his sweetheart, the person he loved more than anyone else in the world, the person he loved more than all the rest of the world, and he couldn't think of anything to say.

Sandy looked up. She saw him. She was speechless too. He immediately saw she wasn't the least but sorry. He didn't see any guilt or shame or anything. Either she really didn't care, or she was just that innocent. He almost cracked. He reached in his pocket and yanked out the filthy scarf. He threw it at the man at the table. Of course it just hit the edge and fell on the floor. He grimaced; varsity athlete and he couldn't get a scarf loaded with spew to land on a damn table. It didn't matter. They saw it. 

Sandy looked at what fell on the floor but didn't recognize it.

Tommy looked from the man to his wife. He didn't think she quite comprehended what he'd just done.

Sandy looked at him all innocent eyed, "Tommy, what are you doing here?"

He didn't know what to say. He was numb. It was like a cloud was closing in around him. His legs felt all weak and rubbery. He got all nervous and started to shake. He felt physically weak, helpless. He had to do something, say something. 

He looked at his left hand. He saw his ring. He pulled off his wedding band. He threw it at the man, "Here! You win!"

Tommy turned and started out of the restaurant.

Behind him he heard Sandy, "Tommy!"

Then he heard the man. "Sit down, relax; he'll probably just go home and stew a little. You can work it out later."

Sandy looked at Bill. She watched as Tommy walked away. She thought this was her chance; Bill was probably right. She looked at Bill, "OK."

Bill got up, "Come on. Let's skip dinner. Let's go to the room." Bill was upset and a little pissed. Her husband had possibly screwed up his plans. If he was going to get in her panties, he needed to move fast before she realized just how precarious a situation her marriage was in.

Sandy got up and followed Bill out of the restaurant. She asked him, "What did Tommy throw at you?" 

He handed her the ring.

She looked at it, startled.

The couple walked down the hall to the elevator. They took the elevator to the fifth floor, and got out. Sandy followed Bill room 511. She kept wondering; what was she doing? What was Tommy doing? They went on in the room. Bill turned around and started to unbutton her blouse.

Sandy watched Bill. He had this look in his eyes. She'd seen that same look on the faces of a hundred fraternity boys; that dirty look of sexual excitement. She'd despised that look back in college, and she despised it even more right now. This was no warm caring kind of thing for Bill; he was almost drooling. Christ she remembered how the boys would brag after they nailed some trusting innocent girl. She remembered the humiliation on the faces of the poor girls they'd deceived. She'd never allowed that kind of thing to happen to her back in the day, and she wouldn't let it happen now. Damn, back then she had Tommy's arm to cling to. Nobody fooled with her; she had him! She stopped Moyers, "No wait Bill. I'm worried about Tommy. I don't think he looked too good. This might not be a good idea."

Bill smiled, "Don't worry babe. He'll be fine."

Babe, he said babe. She knew this was bullshit. This was a mistake. She looked at Bill, "You planned this." 

He smiled, "You did too."

She backed away, "You had this all planned; you'd worked all this out I bet weeks ago." Somewhere a light went on. She spoke again, "This is all just a big trick isn't it?"

He grinned. He knew then he was fucked, "Look we're not children. You went into this with your eyes wide open."

She pulled away, "Well now I'm getting out of it." She had to get to her husband. Tommy had messed up her plans, but damn, he must have known something like this was about to happen. Shit if he hadn't shown up she'd be in bed with shithead here and her good reputation would be ruined. Where had her brains been? Sandy had to get a move on; she had to catch Tommy, she was sure once she explained everything Tommy would understand. She knew her Tommy; he might not even be mad.

She walked out of the room and back down to the elevator, and then toward the garage.

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Tommy ran back out and down to the garage. He reached Sandy's car. Then he did a terrible thing, well a terrible thing for him. He took out a pen knife and punched a hole in one of her tires. He thought; just one tire, just enough to slow her down. Somehow he knew if they tried to talk at that moment everything would just fall apart. He wasn't too clear, and he was sure her mind was somewhere out in right field, that didn't excuse anything though. He ran back to his Volkswagen, got in and sped out of the garage. Damn he thought, new tires are expensive. He could have just let the air out.

Tommy drove as fast as he could. What was he going to do? Sandy might be in bed with another man, his Sandy, his wife, his life. His life? His life was over. At least that life. He started to cry. There was no other life. He whimpered, then stopped. No! I can't cry, can't break down. I've got to get this together.

He decided; he'd go home, no not home, back to their, no not their, her apartment. He'd get everything that belonged to him, all his clothes, his lap top; he'd get their banking information. He'd load it all in his car and drive away. He'd get a motel room for the next couple of nights; then find a room, an efficiency, he'd start over. Start what over he wondered. He'd never spent a night alone anywhere in his whole life. He'd gone from his grandfather's to a college dorm, to their apartment. He'd never been alone, like really alone, his whole life. 

Tommy started to shiver and shake. He felt incredibly cold. His head wasn't right; he felt like he would pass out. He pulled to the side of the road to get his shit together. It took a few seconds; he knew he was a mess. What was wrong? He had to think, but it was like everything had frozen up. He remembered he'd gotten knocked out once playing lacrosse. That's how he felt right now; all flaky and woozy.

He sat there in the car and thought he'd figured it out. He turned the car back on and pulled back in the street. If he didn't see her, didn't hear her, then it would be like she didn't exist anymore. He started to cry again. He stopped himself. No Tommy, she's gone, she doesn't exist. It's like she never happened. Put a box around her memory. Put the box in the back of your mind, and leave it. You can do that. Yes you can. You don't have to think, you don't have to feel, you don't have to do anything except maybe eat and breathe. Eating; food, that's the last thing he wanted. He felt like he was trapped. 

He pulled over, and took out his wallet. He got her picture out and stuffed it in the glove compartment. If he didn't have her picture in his wallet he wouldn't want to look at it. He couldn't throw it away. Sandy might get mad. Shit! What kind of thought was that?

++++++++++++

Sandy ran out and down the garage aisle. She found her car. Oh God no. Tommy had flattened one of her tires, but that would be like him. He knew she'd only have one spare, or in this case the donut. He'd flatten one to make her stop, but he would never let her be high and dry alone at night in some dangerous parking garage. She popped open the trunk. One thing her Daddy had taught her was how to be self-reliant around cars. She went to work. If she moved fast she'd get home and explain things to Tommy. He'd understand. She persuaded herself this wasn't that serious. They'd get beyond this. She'd get home and fix a nice pot of coffee. She'd bought that almond flavored sweetener for him. He'd like that. They'd talk. Damn she thought; how did she let herself get in this fix? That Bill Moyers was one clever fellow. 

++++++++++++

Tommy got back to the apartment. He opened the cupboard under the sink and pulled out a bunch of black plastic trash bags. He went to the bedroom. He was really surprised; all he owned, all the possessions he had in the world could be fit in four black bags. Well five, he had to get his shaving supplies. He started to cry again. No, stop! You can't cry! He saw there were still some whiskers on the edge of the bathroom sink from shaving that morning. He whisked some water around to clean them up. He didn't want to leave a mess for Sandy. Oh shit!

He wondered if he shouldn't double wrap the bags so nothing would fall out. Shit, the one thing he really possessed was somewhere else; maybe trying to fix her car. Shouldn't he wait till she got home so she could check what he'd loaded? What if he'd forgotten something he'd need later? She'd remind him. Damn! Where were his brains? He was supposed to be running away! 

Maybe he should go back and fix her tire so nothing happened to her. Hell, what was he thinking? Was he thinking? He got scared. What if she needed his help? What if that guy tried to hurt her or something? Shouldn't he get back there? What was he doing? He started to choke up again. No! You can't cry! He got it back under control. It was like he was some kind of robot.

He got everything together. He looked around, the banking stuff. He'd get it, check it out, and then mail it back to Sandy. She handled all that stuff anyway. He knew their marriage might be over, but he also knew he could trust her. She'd never cheat him. Cheat him, cheat on him...he started to cry. No! He stopped. 




A Marriage in Crisis



He felt like there was this cloud closing in on him. He felt like he was losing touch with everything, who he was, where he was, everything, it was like he was slipping into this hole; a nice safe, dark, deep, painless, hole, no Sandy, no marriage, no life, no pain, no nothing. 

If he didn't know better he thought he might be slipping into shock. When somebody got hurt bad their body would start to turn everything off. If it was real bad they could even die. It was like a car, if you got in an accident what was the first thing you did. You shut off the engine. No shock happened when it was something physical. This was mental. Damn, it sure felt physical. He sure felt confused. No don't think. Just get away.

He looked around one more time. There on his end table was his cell phone charger. He didn't want that. He took out his cell phone. He opened the refrigerator door and threw it in. He wouldn't be calling anybody, not for a long time. He wondered if he broke anything when he tossed his phone in the frig. He reopened the door and checked; no everything was OK. He didn't want to leave a mess for Sandy. Sandy. Oh shit. No Tommy, you can't cry, now stop it! 

He had to pee. He ran to the bathroom and lifted the seat, he peed, he carefully shook his thing so nothing splattered on the floor, and flushed the toilet. The swirling water made him nauseas. He knelt down and tried to puke; all he got were drive heaves. His whole body shook. Oh Sandy! He wanted to cry again.

Tommy loaded his car and pulled away. As he pulled away he caught sight of Sandy's Camry. He guessed she got her tire fixed. She only had the damned donut. Later he'd have to get her a new tire. Damn, what was he thinking? That was her problem. No it was his; he'd fix it later. Christ there might not be a later!

He just made it away just in time. Now what was he going to do? He knew. Find a motel, get a room for the night and sleep, just sleep. Hell, sleep all weekend if he could. He didn't want to think. He couldn't think. He sure didn't want to think about her, or their marriage, all he wanted right now was oblivion. Just the same he hoped she'd be all right. He forgot; had he put the seat back down after he peed? She'd get mad if it was still up. Wasn't this some fucked up shit.

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Sandy got out of her car and ran up the steps to their apartment. She opened it. It was unlocked. She looked all around, "Tommy? Tommy!" No answer.

She walked to the back bedroom. She threw her hands to her face, "Oh my God! All his stuff; he's gone." What was she going to do? She hesitated; she'd figure something out. She knew, no matter what, he belonged to her. She checked the laundry basket. Oh thank God he hadn't taken any of his dirty clothes. Saturday was their laundry day. He'd be back for that. She'd fix a nice lunch, and they'd have a long talk. She guessed she better bring up her fears about children. Shit, damn, crap; she should have done that a month ago! This was all so confusing. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. OK, she messed something up here, but where was he?

++++++++++++

Tommy drove around for over an hour until he found a suitable place. He couldn't drive around too long because they had given each other a limited gas allowance. Gas wasn't cheap, and they were on a tight budget. Was he confused or what? 

Tommy thought about the motels. He could have gone to one of the two Holiday Inns in the area. There was a Marriott, but he knew if anyone started to look for him they'd look in those places first. Besides they were too expensive. They were trying to save money. 

He figured; this was Friday. He didn't have to be anywhere until Monday, and that was school. Hell he had tenure; they couldn't fire him. He had three days worth of emergency lesson plans. He'd sleep someplace till Monday. He'd call out sick for three days next week; he'd use those days to sort out what he needed to do. He hoped Sandy would be all right. He wished he'd kept his cell phone. He was worried about her. He bet she was worried too. What was his problem? 

He found a Motel just off Interstate Eighty-Three. It wasn't the greatest, but he wasn't in the greatest shape anyway. He left most of his gear in the car. Carried in some clothes, pulled down the bed spread and collapsed; already, even as he was falling asleep, his mind was at work, he was going to buy a lot of new clothes. He'd always wanted a motorcycle. Sandy said they were too dangerous. Well she wasn't the boss of him anymore. He'd get a smaller one. He choked up, no! No crying. He'd show her. He'd buy a big motorcycle, a real hog, a Harley hog. Shit, the Harley Davidson Factory was just up the road in Hanover. 

Yeah, he'd get a big Harley, a real juicer, and he'd stop wearing suits and ties to work. Sandy always made him dress up, not anymore! She said he had to look like a principal because that's what he'd be one day. Shit, he forgot to bring a tie. Sandy what were you thinking? 

There was a pants and shirt shop in Hanover, Kleffels he thought. Yeah, no more suits, it would be jeans and Tee shirts from now on. He liked those boat neck Tee shirts sailors wore. He'd buy a dozen of them. He worried about that; a motorcycle, new clothes, they couldn't afford it. He shouldn't have bought the damned bracelet. Sandy needed some new dresses. Jesus H. Christ! Couldn't he do or think of anything without her in the picture? 

Tommy was alone, his own man. He was about to step out. He choked again; he'd do this. He'd go it alone. He didn't need anybody. No he didn't need anybody. He cracked up again. No! No tears! He didn't want to be alone. He wanted his wife.

He felt himself drift back into the Night and the Fog. He remembered there was an old French film called Night and Fog. It told the story of the Holocaust. Yes, Night and Fog, that's where he was; adrift in the night and fog, no cares, no worries, no one to love, no one who would love him, not now, not ever again. Sandy I miss you so much already.

Tommy drifted off to sleep.

++++++++++++

Sandy was at a complete loss. She needed to talk to someone. She decided to call her mom and dad. When she got her dad on the phone she started, "Hello dad?"

She could feel his warm smile over the airwaves, he responded, "Is that my favorite little girl? How're you and Tommy getting along? You two coming over for dinner Sunday? Mom's got a big roaster out ready to cook."

She stammered, "Uh, um, no Dad. Tommy and I had a little tiff."

He was incredulous, "You and Tommy? That's hard to believe."

She broke, "Oh Daddy."

He replied, "Where are you?"

"At home."

"Don't move. I'll be right over." Her mom and dad lived about five miles away, so when said he'd be right over, right over was what he meant. He called out to his wife and their nineteen year old son, "Hey you two! Sandy's in trouble. I think she and Tommy had a fight. Come on."

Both mother and brother dropped what they were doing and started for the car. Another twenty minutes and they were outside Tommy's and Sandy's apartment. Dad knocked, "Sandy? You there?"

Sandy pulled open the door, "Oh Daddy! Tommy and I had the most horrible misunderstanding."

Sandy's brother Barry asked, "Where's Tommy?"

Sandy cried and bellowed, "I don't know where he is. He ran away."

All three MacDonald's looked at each; Tommy never ran away from anything, and if he and Sandy were on the outs he certainly wouldn't leave her alone. Barry inquired, "What's this about?"

Sandy looked at her mom, dad, and brother, "You won't get mad?"

Mom answered, "No we won't get mad; not at you. Now what's wrong?"

Sandy started in, "Well I was bored with, you know, things, and I was kind of scared about some things too. So a man where I worked told me to the best way to ease the boredom was to have an affair, and..."

Dad burst in, "An affair?"

Sandy nodded her head.

Dad added, "Like in someone going outside the marriage for sex?"

Sandy nodded again, "Sort of I guess."

Mom interrupted, "I don't think Tommy would do a thing like that."

Barry caught her up, "I'm not so sure it was Tommy."

Dad looked at Sandy, "You..."

Sandy nodded, "Well almost."

Mom piped in, "Almost? What's almost?"

Sandy started again, "Well we had a lot of lunches together where we talked about how mean Tommy was to me, and..."

Barry jumped in, "When was Tommy ever mean to you?"

Sandy started to reply. She had to think about it, "Oh he wasn't. But Bill the man I talked to said he probably would be some day."

Dad scratched his, "That makes no sense."

Barry popped up, "Yes it does. I mean if you're a man who wants to get in Sandy's panties it does."

Dad reflected, "So this man was trying to talk you into having sex with him because he said Tommy would be mean to you one day."

Sandy nodded again, "Yes, that's right."

Mom asked, "Well did he?"

Sandy replied, "Did he what?"

Mom asked, "Have sex with you."

Sandy murmured, "Kind of."

Barry said, "Sandy you can't kind of sort of have sex with someone. You either do or you don't."

Sandy tried to clarify, "Well Friday afternoon he kind of jerked off under the table at a restaurant."

Dad, "He jerked off?"

Sandy, "Well I took this scarf and wrapped it around his thing; then I jerked him off."

Mom asked, "Tommy knows this?"

Sandy nodded.

Barry interjected, "You wanted to end your marriage?"

Sandy sobbed, "Oh no. I just wanted to have some fun without Tommy knowing."

Dad yelled, "You stupid? You know you probably ruined your marriage doing this."

Sandy sniffed, "Oh no. I don't think so. You know Tommy loves me. He'll understand. It'll be all right. I'm sure."

Dad looked at Mom, "She's your daughter. No daughter of mine, after four years of college, on the Dean's list all four years, could be that God Damn stupid."

Barry took his sister's hand, "Did you and this man do anything else?"

Sandy nodded yes, then no, "Well, Tommy found us at this restaurant. He cried and all, and told the man he won. Then he threw his wedding ring at the man." She turned around and picked something up, "Look I have it here. The man, his name is Bill Moyers, and I went to a room to have sex, but I stopped before we did anything and ran after Tommy, but he was already gone. He put a hole in one of the tires of my car so I wouldn't catch him. That's the last I saw of him. Dad, Mom, Barry, you've got to help me find him so I can explain that everything's all right."

Barry looked at his sister, "Honey, everything's not all right."

Sandy gave her brother a confused look then sort of nodded, "Oh no not right now, but once I explain how I only wanted to, you know, break the monotony, you know have a break before we started to have kids, he'll understand, and it'll all be OK."

Mom started to cry.

Sandy looked at her like she was crazy.

Dad spoke to Sandy, "Sandy you probably killed your marriage."

Sandy interrupted, "Oh no Dad. You don't understand. Tommy loves me like crazy. He'll understand."

Barry pulled up a chair, "Sandy sit down. Let me explain something here."

Sandy sat down, "Don't start with the your vagina is mine and nobody else gets it. Tommy is not like that."

Barry put a finger on her lips, "All men are like that. Do you know what you did? You did the absolute worst thing you could ever to your husband. You gave away the one thing he, or any man, considers the most sacred treasure his wife has to give. You gave away his mead of honor, his worth as man. You handed another man Tommy's manhood. Shit he only sliced one tire; most men would have set the damn thing on fire."

Sandy was crying but answered, "There you see. Tommy could've set my whole car on fire. He could've cut all my tires, but he knew I only had one spare. He wouldn't have left me alone and trapped in some parking garage. He watched out for me. See. That's one way how I know it'll be all right."

Mom looked at Dad, "I think she's on something."

Barry stopped that, "No, I think she's in denial. She hasn't grasped the enormity of the problem yet. It's like her mind has put up some kind of emotional barricade. She can't see it, because if she did she'd know what she really did and just how bad it is."

Sandy's eyes started to shine, "You think it's really bad?"

Barry answered, "Yeah it's really bad."

Sandy kind of thought, "Look I only touched him through a scarf. We never actually did anything."

Barry stopped her, "You let Tommy walk away."

Sandy, "Yes, but..."

Barry, "But what?"

Sandy, "I hadn't thought it through yet. It wasn't till I was in the room with Bill that I realized I'd done something dumb."

Barry, "Dumb is the polite word for it."

Dad stopped the conversation. "What we have to do is find Tommy before he does something he'll regret. Then we've got to get the two of them together. This hasn't gone as far as it sounds. I think, knowing Tommy, and knowing how he feels about Sandy, and how Sandy feels about him, we've still got a good chance."

Barry positioned himself, "A lot could go wrong."

Dad continued, "The biggest thing is if Tommy hooks up with some macho asshole who'll start talking about cuckold and revenge, and stuff like being angry forever."

Sandy tried to help, "Tommy doesn't know any men like that."

Barry stopped her, "All men are like that. What we've got to hope for is Tommy's love for you."

Sandy smiled through her tears, "Then we'll be all right."

Barry grinned, "Yeah, you're the San Francisco Forty-Niners. It's fourth and goal, and you're up against the team with the staunchest goal line defense in the league with Ray Lewis, Terrell Suggs, Ed Reed and Bernard Pollard looking down the barrel at you." 

Dad said, "Go Ravens."

Mom said, "We've got to root for the Forty-niners on this one."

Barry answered, "Or Sandy's the Ravens and she's fighting a goal line battle to keep her marriage out of the shitter."

Dad, "Sandy's not alone."

Mom, "No, she's got us."

Barry looked at his sister, "Well sister dear you're in a tight spot, but I'm with Mom and Dad on this one. I think we'll pull it out. I believe in Tommy."

Monday, Monday

Tommy finally awakened. He looked around. Oh Christ I forgot. What am I going to do? Yeah, get a motorcycle, buy some jeans and Tee-shirts, strangle my wife, spend the rest of my life alone. 

He sat up, "What day is it? Monday? Did I sleep all weekend? OK, I'll see a lawyer, get a divorce started. He looked at all the financial shit. I've got to send all this crap back to Sandy. I don't know what to do with it." 

He looked around. It was 6:00 a.m. Not bad. He had to call in sick to work. He'd take off Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. 

++++++++++

The phone rang at Wyatt and Coady. A secretary picked it up, "Good morning Wyatt and Coady."

Tommy was on the other end, "Hi, I need a lawyer."

The secretary affirmed, "Well that's us."

It's about getting a divorce. My name's Tom Campbell. Your boss Bill Coady knows my father Dan MacDonald. I'm divorcing his daughter, and I know Mr. Coady is a good guy."

The secretary raised her hand and waved at the secretary seated beside her. She pointed to the phone and whispered, "Get Mr. Coady." She put her mouth back to the phone and asked, "When can you come in?"

Tommy checked his clock, "I could be there in an hour."

The secretary checked her log, "How about 2:00 p.m."

Tommy thought it over. He could buy the cycle and get some clothes, then drop down to Towson, Maryland. Towson was a satellite city just outside Baltimore. He replied, "Sounds pretty good."

The secretary answered, "See you then."

The secretary turned to Mr. Coady, "That was the boy everybody's been trying to find. He's coming in at 2:00 p.m."

Bill Coady replied, "Good call Dan MacDonald. Tell him we've got our young man hooked. We'll get him here. They can follow him back to where he's hiding out, then they can talk to him."

The secretary looked up at her boss, "I don't want to pry, but isn't this the girl and boy who got married a few years ago."

Mr. Coady nodded, "That's them."

The secretary folded her hands, "They've been here a couple times. I remember them. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. She was so tiny. I remember she was all giggly, and I thought his jaw would burst the smile he wore was so large."

Coady shrugged, "You got em." 

++++++++++++

Tommy showed up at 2:00 p.m. sharp. They knew he was there because everyone for a half a mile could hear the deep rumble of his brand new Harley Davidson. When he dismounted everyone got to see a tall lean muscular young man, a man in the prime of life, a man about to confront and make the biggest decisions of his life. What they didn't see was the confusion, the heartache, the ennui, and the all-consuming overarching apathy of a young man still stunned, shambling around in a state of shock over what had so recently happened. 

++++++++++++

Tommy walked into the lawyer's office. Mr. Coady stood, smiled and said, "Good afternoon. I hear you've come in to talk about a divorce."

Tommy took the man's hand and gave it a firm handshake, "That's correct."

Coady started, "You're sure that's what you want?"

Tommy replied, "I'm sure."

Coady added, "You know Dan MacDonald is a good friend of mine. I've known his daughter since she was in diapers, been to most of her birthday parties. I attended your wedding."

"I know that," answered Tommy.

"Your father called. I know a little bit about the circumstance that brought you here. I know what you think you know, but I don't think you have all the facts."

"I know enough."

Mr. Coady offered, "Tommy this is off the record. I've talked to your brother and your father-in-law. You know there was no intromission, no penetration, no direct contact other than a hand holding a scarf around a penis."

Mr. Coady added, "I have a suspicion you picked me as your lawyer because deep down inside you know I'd help you find a way to save your marriage, not end it." 

Tommy hadn't known the part about the absence of penetration; it bothered him about the scarf, but the other thing was good news, and Mr. Coady's remarks about why he chose him to be his lawyer sort of rang true, still he replied, "I don't care."

Coady continued, "You're throwing away an awfully good marriage on some pretty skimpy evidence, and evidence I might add all based on the actions of real charlatan. I've had all day. I called around and looked into Mr. Moyers' background. He's a real Casanova that one and your wife is at a pretty vulnerable stage in her life, and your life too I might add."

"You're trying to get me to change my mind."

"I won't lie to you. We've called half the lawyers in the area to be on the look out for you. I'm just trying to help two people who I know who are deeply and madly in love, but who've hit a bump in the road."

"You say it's a bump; some might see a chasm."

Coady looked at Tommy closely, "When was the last time you had anything to eat?"

Tommy replied, "I don't remember."

Coady asked, "You've done a lot of sleeping lately haven't you."

Tommy just nodded.

Coady offered carefully, "Now is not a good time to make any big decisions. You might want to go a little slower."

Tommy knew he wasn't thinking real well; he knew even after two days in bed he was still desperately tired, and there was something else he couldn't put his finger on, but it disturbed him, "Mr. Coady all I want you to do is write out my options. I want you to set out the steps for divorce. I want you to set something up that will give my wife everything she needs. I haven't made any final decisions. I haven't even come to terms with what my problems are yet. I do know though that I'm very unhappy."




A Marriage in Crisis



Mr. Coady looked down at the paperwork on his desk, "Well that seems reasonable. I just don't want you to put yourself in a long term world of pain because of a short term crisis."

Tommy looked at Mr. Coady, "I love my wife. Right now I'm unhappy with her, but I don't rightly know why or what to do about it. I do know I don't want to hurt her, but I want my dignity."

Mr. Coady responded, "I'll have a set of options laid out for you that you can look over tomorrow morning. That sound fair?" 

He paused and went on, "I'd like you to think about something too."

Tommy grumbled, "Yeah?"

Coady added, "There's something called pride, and then there's hubris. A man needs his pride; it's a part of self-respect. But there's hubris. Let me tell you a little story."

Tommy was polite and nodded.

Coady went on, "It was near the end of World War Two. Some GIs were clearing a German death camp when they came across this SS officer. He had a sub-machine gun on his hip so one of the GIs shot him. It wouldn't have been fatal if he got some plasma. A medic ran up to save his life. The SS man said, 'If that's Jew blood I don't want it.' The GI couldn't tell what kind of blood it was so he didn't give him any. The Nazi died.

Mr. Coady eyed Tommy, "Don't be like the Nazi Tommy. Sandy's a good girl. She might have made a mistake. Tommy we all do dumb things. The Nazi died. He might have turned out to be a pretty good man, but we'll never know." 

He repeated, "Hubris killed him. Tommy, don't be like the Nazi. Son, we all make mistakes; give your girl a chance."

Tommy thought about what Mr. Coady said. He stood up, "Can you help me with something else."

Mr. Coady stood also, "If I can."

Tommy placed a small metal box on Mr. Coady's desk, "These are our financial records."

"You want me to go over them?"

Tommy very seriously and sincerely replied, "No I want you to give them to Sandy, my wife."

Coady looked at the boy with mild disbelief. "These are the things people usually fight over."

Tommy answered, "I know, but honestly Sandy knows more about it than anybody. She's the best qualified to fix things in the fairest way."

Coady studied the young man, "You know she could fix it so you got nothing."

Tommy smiled, "Not a chance. I know my girl, I mean my wife. She'd never do that to me."

Coady looked at the young man. He was either supremely accurate in his judgment regarding his wife, or he was the biggest fool in fifteen states, "I'll see that she gets them."

Tommy grinned, "That's a relief to me." They shook hands and Tommy left.

++++++++++++

Outside Barry sat quietly in his blue and white 1968 Camaro. It was his job to trail Tommy to his hideout so the others could close in and get to work.

Tommy kicked his Harley into action and pulled away. Barry turned the ignition on in his Camaro, the supercharger kicked in, and he was right behind. It was hard to tell which engine made the most noise.

Tommy saw Barry's blue and white Camaro not far behind. He considered; should he kick it, slide off the main drag and lose Barry in traffic, or should he let his brother cruise along in the rear at a safe distance. Better he thought should he reflect on the real question; did he want his wife to know where his current hideout was? 

It was a real conundrum; he loved her with all his heart and soul. She was the very air he breathed. To live without her was to not live at all. He didn't want to end up like the Nazi the lawyer mentioned. But did he want to face her; did he, could he look at her without that awful, that terrible feeling of being emasculated again. 

Tommy's heart cried out; cruise more slowly, be the wimp, let Barry follow, risk future heartbreak, and take the chance she'll have the answers he needs so desperately to hear, the answers that could offer a lifetime of happiness. But his mind, his pride offered another response; lose Barry in the traffic, fly away, never see or speak to Sandy again, stand like a man and live out the rest of your life an emotionally scarred husk, proud but lonely and drained. 

What was it to be; perhaps humbled but happy, or arrogantly proud and forever miserable? He tried to think but just couldn't concentrate. Something kept clouding all rational thought from his mind. 

What terrible force was it that was eating at his heart and soul? The tight gnawing pain he felt at the pit of his stomach was a real affliction. Yes, he'd figured it out; his affliction was love; his love for his wife. It was a pure unadulterated, undiluted adoration; it was like a vast deep liquid aquifer lying just beneath the surface of his tormented heart, a kind gentle restorative fluid that could revive his broken soul. 

Oh please God he cried out; could that vast reserve of ever binding affection be contaminated? He had to know. If he lost Barry there would no winners. He wanted to win. He turned back on his speed. Barry would follow and find his sanctuary. 

++++++++++++

Barry knew he couldn't keep up; he knew he wouldn't be able to follow Tommy's cycle as he nimbly caromed from lane to lane. If Tommy didn't slow down Barry would lose him. What would Tommy do? 

Barry silently prayed; come on Tommy don't give up on her. Give her a chance. Let her in; let her in just once more. 

Barry knew Sandy's love was boundless; she'd suffered a brief but understandable, just understandable, aberration, an aberration that resulted not from boredom or loss of love, but an aberration that came as result of fear, fear of the decisions she knew she and Tommy had to face. He and his sister had talked all weekend. There were choices, big choices, life choices, choices that loomed like a giant Tsunami. Maybe Tommy didn't see them, but from Sandy's perspective those choices were right there on the horizon.

God Tommy, give her a chance, give her one last shot. You both need it; you're both entitled to it.

++++++++++++

Tommy pulled into the parking lot of the motel just off the Interstate. Barry pulled up and parked just down the road. He got out his cell and called his Dad, "I've got him. He's at the old Hanover Motel just east of Interstate 83." His father said something. Barry unconsciously nodded, "Yeah his car's there too. It's still loaded with his stuff."

Sandy and Barry's dad looked over at Sandy, "We've found him honey."

Sandy started to tear up, "You won't leave me alone. He's so big and strong. I won't be able to hold him." She started to cry, "I won't even get a chance."

Dad wrapped his arms around his little girl, "No we won't leave you. He won't get away. Just remember everything Barry told you. Jesus your brother's been on the Internet all night reading up on this shit. You've got to keep Tommy's pride at bay, keep his anger in check, and stave off that all too self-destructive self-righteous indignation. Remember what Barry said, no apologies, that'll only pour gas on the fire. No tears, no begging, no promises. Your promises now will sound hollow to him."

Sandy nodded, "I'll remember."

Dad added, "Remember Tommy's a man. Men succeed by working together to achieve some common noble purpose. Women like to talk, to analyze. If you try to analyze every feeling you have you'll lose. You've got to set a target; aim for the heart, aim for the future. You know what that is."

Sandy wrapped her arms around her Dad, "I do Daddy."

Dad added one last remonstrance, "Remember what Barry said. It's OK to admit you were stupid, you did, or almost did a really dumb thing, but you're not sorry for anything you did to him, only for being dumb and stupid. Don't talk about being sorry; aim for the brass ring. Don't let him work himself up. You're there to save a marriage, not explain how you might have ruined it."

Sandy squeezed her Dad's shoulders, "I know, but pray for me anyway.

Together they climbed in her Dad's old 1996 Chevy Suburban Pick-up. They were headed for Ground Zero.

Ground Zero

Tommy peaked out the partially closed curtain. They were here; all four of them, Mom and Dad MacDonald, Barry, and Sandy. He watched as Mom stood by his car. He saw her use Sandy's key to open it. He watched as she started to unload all his rumpled clothes and carefully lay them in the back of her 2003 minivan. God he loved that old woman; always the practical one. When he married Sandy he'd married a whole family; that was something he'd never had. Jesus, if he gave up on Sandy, he'd miss that.

He watched as Dad and Barry led the way. They climbed the concrete steps and walked down the outside walk ramp to his motel room door. One of them rang the bell. Tommy walked to the door, opened it, and peered out, "What do you want?"

Dad MacDonald answered, "You need to let us in Tom."

He'd used the more manly aspect of his name. The older man's voice had a resonance to it; a resonance that only came with age and experience. He loved that old man. Tommy opened the door and stepped back.

Sandy rushed inside. She looked quickly about the room; she saw the chair she needed, her operating chair. Without a word she grabbed Tommy's arms and started to push him to the chair. Once she got him where she wanted him she stepped back a foot or so.

At first Tommy started to resist. But he saw his father and brother. He knew he'd have to suffer through the usual crap that came with this shit, the usual apologies, the customary self-defeating recriminations. Yeah, he'd been on the Internet too. 

He looked at his wife. Damn, did he look at her! He looked at her and what she had on. Just the sight of her put him at the point where, if she just kept her mouth shut and stood there long enough he'd promise to forget everything and take her home. Hell, if she waited long enough he'd ask her to forgive him!

She had on her favorite forest green pleated mini-skirt with its matching long sleeved pale green button up blouse. Just through the cloth of her cotton blouse he could faintly glimpse she had on one of her frilly white bras; one of the ones that pushed her tiny breasts up just enough to add to her pretty pert insouciance. 

He saw she'd put on a pair of dark green wool knee high stockings that went well with her brown penny loafers. It was one of his favorite outfits. 

Her hair was pulled back and done up in a tight bun with a big brown barrette in the back. A few errant tendrils of her silky red hair crowded around her cheeks and big green eyes. He watched as she batted her eyes; the way those long lashes flipped up and down crowded out all his thoughts. 

She had tiny ears; she was wearing the garnet earrings and matching necklace he'd bought her for her birthday back in October. He'd bought them for her because he thought they almost exactly matched the shade of her hair. 

Sandy's single solitaire diamond engagement ring glittered against her gold wedding band. She'd painted her fingernails with a clear polish. He always thought she had exquisite little hands and fingers. 

He could tell she'd put a lot of time in on her face and make up. It was still winter so the freckles were few and far between, but the faint traces of mascara and eye shadow went really well with her creamy soft complexion. She was wearing pink lip gloss. He stood there mesmerized. At the moment all he wanted to do was kiss that sweet little heart shaped mouth. 

Sandy had contacts, but today she'd worn her tortoise shells. They were down low on her nose. He watched as she took one delicate finger and pushed them further back. He saw her go a little tiny bit cross eyed as she followed her finger to the glasses and up her nose. He thought her glasses always made her look more scholarly, like the prim little school teacher he loved so much. 

Jesus, did she know how utterly and totally beautiful she was? He felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest. His soul kept whispering; nobody this perfect could ever do anything wrong. This all had to be some crazy mistake. 

Sandy pushed him to the chair and, using the weight of her tiny body got him to sit in the soft cushions of the big lazy boy. She plopped down on his lap and unapologetically wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He watched as she unconsciously bit her lower lip. Tommy thought; sweet Jesus make this agony stop!

She tried to lean forward to kiss him.

He expected that. He didn't want to, but he flinched back.

She ignored the flinch. She expected that too, "Tommy I'm not here to apologize. I just want to tell you how I feel, sort of very briefly describe my almost mistake, and then I want us to talk about our future."

Why did her soft voice have to sound so lyrical, so melodic? He looked off at the far wall, "There is no us. There is no future." 

He discreetly watched hiss. He figured he'd have to put up with her shit for at least a few minutes. He sort of cringed; damn, what if she talked and talked and then gave up and left? Then what would he do? This was so totally fucking unfair!

She didn't hesitate, "Listen first. You remember when we got married how we talked about working a few years before we started our family. Well it's just been four years. I realized a few weeks ago time was up. I started to get scared. I mean I'd be having the babies. What if I'd missed something?" 

No she didn't want to say that, "No I mean, what if I didn't think I was ready yet." 

She didn't mean that either, "What I mean Tommy is that I got scared about getting pregnant, starting to have our kids, you know changing the way things are right now. I got scared about the future."

Tommy figured something like that. Where was the apology?

Sandy hugged him more tightly, "Getting pregnant would mean me staying home. I'd have to quit my job. I'd have to become a full time housewife. Tommy I got really scared. I like my job. I like teaching. I like working with children. What I mean is I started to feel helpless, sort of vulnerable, but I didn't know where to direct my fears, my feelings of uncertainty."

Tommy looked at her for the first time, "You could've said something to me. I'm the man you married."

She sniffed. She couldn't let herself cry. Barry told her crying was like cheating to men, it was a cheap woman's tool. She had to stay with the program, "I know what I should have done. I guess I just got stupid. No I mean got real stupid. I tried to hide how afraid I was, but the more I tried to hide my fears the more scared I got. Then I started to blame you for how I felt. That was the really stupid thing. 

You could've put all my fears about our future to rest. I had your big strong arms, but I was just too dumb and too stupid to open up to the wonderful man I have."

Tommy frowned, "This isn't getting us anywhere."

Sandy hugged even tighter. She knew her physical presence could help, "Listen. Remember the old movie Pulp Fiction?"

Tommy looked off, "Yeah. I remember."

"Remember what Uma Thurman said?"

Tommy replied, "No what did Uma Thurman say?" He said it real sarcastically.

Sandy ignored the sarcasm and answered, "She said there are two kinds of people; those who listen, and those who wait to talk. I want you to be a listener."

He turned around, "OK, I'm a listener." He sighed like he was really bored.

Sandy ignored the deliberate sigh. She'd talked to Barry. He'd warned her that was a man tool; she went on, "OK, well I was scared. I felt really vulnerable. I know I want children, but I got scared. I was afraid to start. It's a big deal for a woman you know. Our bodies change. We get fat. We get sick, and then we have all this pain. Tommy it just scared the living shit out of me. I wanted to run. I wanted to find a way to put all that off."

He growled, "Look if you didn't want to have children."

She interrupted, "You promised to listen. I want children Tommy. I want our children. I want them more than anything, but that doesn't mean I can't get scared. And when people get scared they do and they think things that don't always make sense. I took a lot of what I was afraid of out on you. I wasn't even sure at the time what it was that scared me. I just knew I had you, and I could blame you."

He turned and started to listen, "That wasn't fair..."

She ignored him, "Worse, there was that man, Bill Moyers. He showed up right after Christmas. He picked up on me right away. I've given him a lot of thought Tom." She felt Tommy stiffen at the mention of Bill Moyers.

"Come on Tommy. I was way out in right field. Moyers was the vice principal. You know what he did. He got all the other teachers rest schedules changed so it ended up just me and him. Then he started working on me. Look, I checked this all out on the Internet. I found out what a sexual predator is. I didn't know then, but I know now, he was circling me like a shark. He wanted in my panties. He knew all the right buttons. He knew all the right words. He fed my insecurities, and I fell for it right up to the end...almost."

Tommy really looked at her. His eyes got real wide. He felt really angry, but he felt really helpless too, "You really hurt me Sandy. You had lunch with that man day after day. You lied to me. You made up stories. You jerked the motherfucker off in a restaurant." 

Tommy was ready to burst. He was so angry at her. He was filling up with the fury he'd held in for a whole bunch days, he hadn't cried or anything. Men don't cry. Shit he was Scotch; Scottish men didn't do anything emotional. That wasn't true; they held grudges, and they spent a lot time feeling sorry for themselves. Shit he got scared; he didn't want to spend the rest of life alone feeling sorry for himself. Damn it, why didn't she just say she was sorry?

For Sandy it was the moment of truth, all or nothing at all; total victory or utter annihilation, "Yeah I lied, I made up stories. I deceived you. But you know what? You knew. You know me. You saw something was wrong, and then you know what you did?

Tommy's eyes were filling up with tears. He couldn't hold out much longer. He'd either throw her against the wall or just break down. He hoarsely replied, "No what?"

Sandy hoped, she prayed, "I read up on it. Most men liked to wait. They like to let their wives go off the cliff. They buy shit like listening detectors and stuff. They get pictures and shit. Then they flay their wives and their own lives till there's nothing left. You didn't do any of that. You walked right into that restaurant. You walked right up to where I was sitting and you threw that filthy rag right at Moyers. Well you missed the table, but I got it. Not the rag I mean; I got what you were doing. You threw the rag at him. Not me. You threw it at him. You knew what I didn't get. Then you threw your, no our wedding ring at him. You told him he won!

Tommy's eyes were brimming over. He was either going to kill her, choke the fucking life out of her or break right down and cry his fucking eyes out.

Sandy saw Tommy's torment, "Tommy you saw what I didn't see. You saw the shark. You weren't mad at me. Oh I think you were mad at me, but you were mad at me for being so stupid. No, I think you were just ashamed of me. And you should have been. But you went for the marriage murderer, not your stupid idiot wife. It was kind of like you put your body between me and the jaws of a shark. Tommy you saved our marriage, you saved me. Tommy you standing there at the table; you were like Galahad you were my strong white knight. You were my hero! I didn't see it at exactly that second, it took this little asshole maybe another whole five minutes, but I got it. You weren't there in that restaurant to catch me. You were there to rescue me!" 

She squeezed him as hard as she could, "You were all the best things a man could ever be. Oh I was still in some kind of fog. I was still stupid, but pretty quick I saw it. I ran away from that guy, and I ran to the parking lot, but you'd cut one of my tires."




A Marriage in Trouble



This is not a 'traditional' romantic story, but bear with me. It is about people and the choices they make for each other.

*****

"Joyce, did you hear me? My jerk of a husband is seeing somebody on the side. We fight like cats and dogs and I cut him off until he behaves better. And he goes out and finds a hole to bury that prick of his in.

"The budget has been down about $3-400 each month. I pay the god damn bills, I see it disappear. A couple of more dollars at the grocery store cash back, a cash station here and there. That bastard. First he fucks up at home and now he's fucking somewhere else."

Her sister Joyce shook her head. Deb thought it was in sympathy for her plight, but it wasn't because Deb was wronged. It was because Deb was the one that was destroying the marriage. Something she wouldn't ever allow herself to see.

Joyce went through it herself with her husband Terry. He had the patience of Job, but it was too much for him and he filed for divorce about 10 months ago. It was not yet finalized, but they had quietly been going to marital counseling for the past 9 months. She only started when she realized that he was not going to come back on his own. It's been a tough road for Terry and he moved out long before he filed. It was a year of living without a husband and with two shaken adolescents. It took about 3 months for her to realize what she had and what she could lose forever. In therapy with him, she found out who she really was to others and how she needed to change. Their kids suffered more than anyone else. That hurt the most because she knew was the cause. Terry's been clear that he considers himself free and could choose to go out if he wants to, and has on occasion. That has shaken Joyce to her core. She goes to bed alone every night. Somehow, all of this was lost on Deb.

Deb broke back in, "I heard Jack on the phone with a woman to meet at the Hyatt at 1PM instead of 12 noon on Tuesday. I saw him relax. That fucker lost all the tension in his body, that fucking jerk. I saw him in the mirror smile when talking to that bitch Jenifer."

At this point Joyce suggested that they follow him and meet up with him and his lover. "Deb, if you are going to do this, we have to go all the way. We need to see this Jenifer. Both of us. It's not going to be a 'he said, she said'. It won't be a 'this is what happened', 'no it did not'. I'll be a witness. There won't be any getting away from this. No matter what. Are you in for the whole thing, or nothing?"

"Joyce, I'm gonna hang that bastard and you'll be right there besides me. He's gonna get more hell than he's been getting."

Tuesday at noon, Joyce and Deb meet at a Starbucks on Michigan Avenue by the Hyatt. This is the Magnificent Mile, the hoity-toity part of Chicago. High end, real high end. Much higher that a building maintenance engineer and a receptionist at a dental office could afford, or even dream of.

Deb immediately started complaining about the price of the coffee, the wait in line and anything else she could find. The world was wrong, only she was right. Joyce clenched her teeth and waited patiently for 12:40 to roll around. Waiting for Jack to cross the street.

At 12:50, he came walking across the street, not a care in the world. Even looking happy. "That fucking bastard. He's never happy when I'm home. He's getting some and he's happy. He's gonna pay. He's probably paying for it anyway, who the fuck would want that piece of shit of a husband."

Deb and Joyce kept their distance, but followed him to the elevators. They watched as he got into an empty elevator. As the doors were closing, Deb and Joyce charged in. 

"You fucking pathetic lowlife, gonna see Jenifer? Well, we're coming with you. If you're man enough to see somebody on the side, you damn well better be man enough to have your wife and sister see too!"

Jack listened patiently, and was not a bit ruffled. This started to unnerve Deb a little bit. "No problem with that Deb, and you too Joyce." And the elevator became eerily quiet. With all the yelling and screaming and anger leaving Deb's mouth in the past several years, the silence was deafening. Finally the door opened and he walked to an office door and they all walked in. There on the waiting room wall a sign, "Jennifer Constance, Social Worker, Individual, Family, Couples and Group Counseling". Hearing them enter, 60 year old Jenifer came to the waiting room and smiled.

The only one not aware of what was going on was Deb.

Jenifer reached out her hand to Deb, who has suddenly lost her voice. "Deb, it is so nice to see you here. Jack has been working very hard. Your marriage and your family are so important to him. I see..."

Suddenly, Deb got her voice back. "What the fuck is going on here? Who the fuck are you and what about..." 

Joyce cut her off. "Now sit down and shut up." Deb was shocked. She's fought with her sister, but now she's realizing that Joyce was in on this all along. Joyce raised her hand to quiet Deb. "It's time for you to listen. So stop those voices, stop those comebacks, stop trying to be in control of everything. Listen to me. Really listen to me. This is the last chance for your marriage. Let me tell you about your future." 

Deb was having none of this and attempted to get up. Joyce pushed her back down with a force that stopped Deb cold. "IS A DIVORCE WHAT YOU WANT BECAUSE YOU GOT ISSUES? WELL HONEY, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE A WHOLE LOT MORE ISSUES, PRETTY NASTY ISSUES UNLESS YOU SIT DOWN HERE AND DROP THAT FUCKING ATTITUDE. GOT IT? THERE AIN'T NO MORE CHANCES IF YOU LEAVE NOW."

Deb is shocked, and speechless. She mumbled out "There's nothing wrong with me, it's him, his att..." 

"I SAID SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN." In a softer voice, "This is you and me. I'm gonna tell you your future. First off, Jack already has Terry's spare bedroom. All he has to do now is walk out of here and you'll all alone. Do I have your fucking attention now?" 

This was a slap in the face to Deb, a bucket of cold water. She'd been so angry that she never even considered that he'd have the balls to leave. He loved his kids and always interceded on their behalf. Drove her fucking nuts. He always took what she dished out. Only now was she putting together the little changes in behavior in the past several months. He was more independent, he confronted her more. She hated that. The last couple of weeks when she saw the money start to disappear from the checking account, she thought it was for alcohol, gambling or lately, a piece of ass. Never considered that it would be for therapy?

"You've seen me in the past year since Terry left. Yea, you and I soothed each other's egos saying what a shit he was. He ain't the shit, we are. I've never really told you about what it's like without him around. I've got two kids who know that I was the one that made his life hell. Just like you've been doing to Jack, making his life hell. Want to know what it's like to see their faces day after day? They know, they know all too well. But then again, I'm a little luckier. We've just started to go to family sessions. That's the only time the only time we're together. And I get righteous shit from them from what I've done. Nobody gets a pass. It's painful, but we've only begun thinking like a family, and it's been a year.

"It's the little stuff that really sucks too. Something around the house breaks, it's me to fix it. And don't get me talking about the lack of money. Remember Christmas? It was pretty empty. We only got a dinner because Jack here demanded we be there, not you. You couldn't be bothered.

"I was pretty proud and full of myself. Damn good way to cover what I felt. I doubt that even you know what the fuck is going on inside of you. I can tell you what it was with me. Our dad leaving, abandoning us when we were 8 and 10. And you're setting it up to happen for you right now. Just like I did. Fuck up another generation? You're on your way.

"Best defense is an offence. Problem is that Jack is a much better parent that you are. He's got the balls to do something constructive about it. Do you? 

"We aren't great wives. I've almost lost my marriage because I was full of myself. And I still don't know if it'll survive. Look at all the people that I hurt. Look at the people that you've hurt. Is that what you want? You treat Jack like shit, just like I treated Terry. In fact, Terry and Jack have kept in contact. Probably have the same lawyer. Is that what you want?" Deb started to protest a little when Joyce came back. "I'm your fucking sister, don't bullshit me. Don't even try to bullshit me."

Deb was sitting there, deflated, caught in the cross-hairs. Her whole world was the exact opposite of what she thought it was going to be this day. She sat there in silence for a few minutes, not knowing what to do.

Jack started talking. "Yes I've been seeing Jennifer, been doing that for months. You've been angry, you've cut me out, you've been impossible to live with, you've made it impossible for our kids to function normally. I had to do something, something to get my feet back under me.

"I've got it together enough to either go through counseling with you, or divorce court. I want to do the first, but it's your decision now. I've never been able to make you do anything, never been able to make you listen.

"But here, in front of two other people, you're hearing the truth. Do you know what you want to do? You don't have to answer now, or even today. I'll be moving to Terry's apartment now. Take your time, I'll tell the kids what's going on. We need time apart.

Deb realized that if he moved out, it would be for... forever? She was looking at real failure of her life. All the things that Joyce had been telling her over the past year, now she heard. It was now her ox being gored. She couldn't pretend anymore. She sat there for a couple of minutes when Jennifer asked her what was going on inside.

In a soft voice, a voice tinged with tears, Deb slowly put her feelings into words. "I don't have to ask you. I know that I've been that bad, and that scared too." Looking at Jack, "You got Joyce to do the heavy lifting because I wouldn't listen to you. I tried hard to not listen to you. What I'm afraid of is that I don't know if I ever can? I'm 41 years old, I've always been this way.' With that, she started wailing.

She was wailing for the damage she was doing to her family, to her kids, to her husband. Wailing for the loss of her father and the bitch of a mother who barely held it all together with her daughters for those years. It took several minutes for her to compose herself when she spoke again. "I don't know where I can start. I really don't know."

Jack spoke up. "Why don't you ask Jenifer?" 

For the first time in a long time, Deb felt a little bit of hope. Deb looked around at the three of them and then focused on Jenifer, "When can we start?"

"Jenifer answered, "Next Tuesday at 7PM, just you and Jack. We'll lay the ground rules and set our goals."

The session was near it's ending and the three of us were getting up to leave. Joyce stayed behind to speak with Jenifer, she was also the therapist for her and Terry and the family.

Deb and Jack rode the elevator together, alone, down to the ground floor and Michigan Avenue. They never said a word to one another, never made a sound. On walking to the street, Deb looked at Jack and asked "Why did you do this. Maybe for the children? Maybe to buy some time? But why did you get my sister involved? Why did you not leave? You had a place to go, you got place and support. Why?" She was starting to cry. 

Jack smiled, "Yes, it was for the children. Yes, it was because we don't have any money." Deb was still crying and became sadder if that was possible. "But it was also to see if the woman I married would come back to me. It was to see if we could have a better life together. I wanted to give that woman a fighting chance, and I was going to do everything in my power to break what we turned into, into what we should be. 

"Your sister and Terry have come a long way. She was worth it to him. I had to give you a real chance to be worth it for me and the kids. It's still up to you, and me. We have a lot of hard work ahead, and we both can bail any time we want to.

"Your sister asked you if you were in for the whole thing, or nothing? The hard work starts now."

"I'm so sorry Jack, all I can say is that I'll do my best. I'm scared."

"Me too honey, me too."



A Marriage In Turmoil



Their marriage break up was a long time coming, but still a shock to both when they finally made the break. Cath and Martin had been married ten long years, the first nine were good, the last not so good. The trouble first started when Martin flirted with a girl named Trish at a party; well it was a bit more than flirting really. To be fair, it probably wasn't all Martins fault, a few drinks too many and Trish, a pretty girl with no morals coaxed him outside to a secluded part of a garden. When Cath found them, her husbands hand was up the skirt of Trish who in turn had a hand down his trousers. An unbelieving Cath stood and watched a few seconds as their lips touched briefly; then she walked up her husband and hit him as hard as she could.

Over the next few days, no amount of apologies could console Cath. She felt betrayed and hurt. While Martin had explained what happened, and that it was just a little bit of harmless fun that wouldn't have gone any further, Cath just couldn't let it go. The trust had gone and gone forever, and it ate away at her. She knew that women were attracted to Martin; he was tall, handsome, blonde and blue-eyed. He had the gift of the gab and a ready smile. But a big part of marriage was being faithful, and now Cath considered that he couldn't be trusted. Before that eventful party, Cath used to think it was quite entertaining to watch the opposite sex ogle her husband, although the wedding band on his finger should be enough to warn them that flirting was only just acceptable, anything further was not. While some people may consider that any flirting was unacceptable by married spouses, the fact was that Martin was a natural charmer. As a marketing manager for a large company, he had to be. Martin was just plain friendly, he liked to smile, laugh and have a good time; people were naturally drawn to him, and unfortunately around half the population is female, with only a small percentage being lesbian.

What was probably unfair about all this was that Martin had never been unfaithful to Cath. He enjoyed the flirting but had in most cases managed to extract himself from sticky situations by flashing his wedding band. It would be true to say that it didn't deter some women, but he avoided any further complications by simply walking away. The truth was that he loved Cath, and while he'd bedded many women before he met her, he was content with her in every way. She was his kind of woman; tall, pretty, brunette, big busted with a curvy figure and shapely legs. She was intelligent, a software programmer for a successful company, her common sense blended with an irresistible sense of humour. And she loved sex, there was nothing like waking up in the morning with her warm lips firmly around his erection, it caused him to be late for work usually once a week. Another one of her favourite tricks was to try and distract him while he was watching his favourite sport on TV. She would sit opposite him, lift her skirt and slide a vibrator down her panties. She wouldn't say a word, just look at him with a lustful smirk to see how long it would take him to turn off the TV.

As time went on and Cath's anger dissipated, it was replaced with distrust and possessiveness which began to eat away at both of them. They tried counselling several times, and for a while everything would be okay, then things would just deteriorate again. The option of separation was discussed for a few months before they agreed that it was probably for the best, although the reality of it was hard to accept for both of them. The night before the separation, they made tender love for the last time, and then cried in each others arms. The next morning, Martin left their apartment for the last time. They avoided each other for a whole month, but were drawn back together to discuss the sale of the apartment; an offer had been made, but was it good enough? 

It had been a difficult month for Martin, he thought he'd enjoy all the fruits of freedom, but after bedding two different women, he found it not to be. He realised that sex with Cath had been something special; the more recent promiscuous condomed romps with two attractive new partners were not. More than that, he missed Cath's company, her closeness, laughter and thoughtfulness as much as the good sex.

They agreed to meet for lunch in a hotel restaurant on a Monday; he arrived early and waited nervously for her arrival. He picked a secluded table so they could talk freely. He watched the male heads turn as Cath entered the restaurant; she looked beautiful as she smiled and moved towards the table. A dark blue business suit sat perfectly on her, the dress reaching just below her knees showing off tanned legs below. His heart fluttered as she unexpectedly bent down and kissed him on the cheek, her familiar perfume bringing back instant memories.

"How are you?" she asked settling down into a chair opposite him.

"Okay. How about you?"

Cath smiled, "I'm fine."

They sat and looked into each others eyes for the first time in a month, Cath's hand trembled noticeably on the table and Martin reached across and hooked a finger around one of hers. She smiled and his heart fluttered, he would have been heartened to know that hers was doing the same. Who knows what might have been said at that moment if the waiter hadn't disturbed them and returned them to the present world. Over the next hour, they ate and talked; both enjoying each others company, and agreed to turn down the offer on the apartment on the grounds that it wasn't high enough. In reality it was market price, but there were other reasons also, like maybe it was too final. It was probably at the time they should've been thinking of returning to work when the sex thing came up. 

"How do you like being single again?" Cath asked out of the blue.

He pulled a face, "I don't really like it to be honest."

Cath smiled, "Don't tell me the opposite sex has abandoned you in your hours of need?"

He smiled, "Do you really want to know?"

She took a sip of her coffee and pondered the question for a few seconds.

"Yeah, go on tell me."

"I've done it twice."

"And?" she inquired not quite liking his answer.

He shrugged his shoulders, "I can't say I didn't enjoy it, but…." 

"But what?" she asked when he didn't elaborate further.

"It left me feeling empty inside, and I couldn't wait to get away."

"Why, were they dogs or something?"

Martin shook his head, "No, it's just different without any love."

Cath smiled, "That's nice to hear."

"How are you going anyway? Met anyone special?"

Cath's demeanour changed slightly, but enough for Martin to pick up on.

"Well?" he asked.

"Do you really want to know?" she asked turning the tables.

"Yes." he lied.

Cath looked around to make sure that no one could hear and then leaned forward across the table, "I got laid last night."

Martin's heart sunk with despair, the thought of another man between her lovely thighs made him nauseous, his heart almost stopped beating.

"And you're right." she continued. "Sex ain't all that great without love, exciting but not great."

"Anyone I know?" he mumbled coming to terms with her confession.

Cath shook her head, "Nope, met him at a party at Wendy's. One thing kind of led to another."

"What happened?"

"Do you want the overall picture or the blow by blow account?" she asked.

"The latter I think."

Cath smiled, "Do really want me to tell you all about it? I don't wanna hear all about your recent exploits."

Martin toyed with the idea, he knew he should just walk away from this, but he couldn't. He wanted to hear all about it, knowing full well how much it would hurt.

"Yeah, go on tell me."

Cath leaned back and dabbed her mouth with a paper napkin, then she swapped chairs so that she was sitting close to Martin on his left.

"Okay, this is what happened. But if you want me to stop, just say so. As I said, I went to Wendy's for a BBQ. There were some of the usual crowd there, but others I hadn't met before. Ben was a friend of someone else and was invited to come along. We struck up a conversation on the deck while we were eating. I guess I sort of encouraged him at first. He was kinda of cute in a rugged sort of way; and he made me laugh. Something that I haven't done much of lately. He'd recently broken up with a long term girlfriend, and the conversation drifted around the getting over it all. He already knew about me, Wendy had already told him that I was recently separated. We just sat and talked hours the hours away." 

"Being a Sunday, everyone began to drift away about eleven I guess. Ben lived closed by, and I ended up at his place. To be honest, sex wasn't on my agenda, I just thought we'd carry on talking like we'd done all night. We were sitting on the couch in the lounge, when out of the blue; Ben just leaned over and kissed me. It caught me by surprise, but it was kinda nice and I didn't stop him."

Cath stopped talking and looked directly into Martin's eyes, "Do want me to keep going?" 

He swallowed and nodded.

"Okay, you asked for it." she said and leaned close across the table again.

"We just kissed for awhile; then he put a hand on my breast, just trying to gauge my reaction I think." 

"What were you wearing?" Martin asked.

"Black top and jeans. Anyway, he soon had a hand up my top playing with my breasts and I didn't stop him. Then his hand was on my leg and moving upwards, I can remember thinking whether I should stop him or not. But my legs were soon spread and his hand playing with my pussy. He was a real sharp operator, because minutes later, my jeans and panties were undone and around my ankles before I knew it. He leaned down and removed them over my feet and knelt between my legs. I thought he was gonna try and do it to me then and there without a condom so I stopped him. I let him go when I realised he was only gonna give me a licking. It was good too, he was at it for quite a while but I was too nervous to cum. Then he stood in front of me with a big bulge in his jeans. I knew want he wanted me to do. I unzipped him and let his cock out."

"Was it big?" Martin interjected.

Cath laughed, "It was an ugly looking thing really. Not so much long, but really fat with bend that went like this."

Martin watched her hand as it curved to the left and slightly upwards. 

"You want me to keep going?" she asked.

Again Martin nodded; she'd gone too far to stop now.

"I sucked him for a while, well more licked him really. His knob was too big and it hurt my jaw if I tried to suck it for long. Next thing he's flapping a condom packet under my eyes. Thing was, I was too horny to stop. I opened the packet and rolled it on his cock. It was kinda difficult because it was so fat, but I made sure that it was on right to the base. He got down and gave me another licking for a few seconds before he stuck it in. Gave me a bit of a fright really, pushed it in all the way in one hit. He put my legs over his shoulders and gave me a good hard going over for quite a while. When his knees got sore, we changed placed and I sat on his lap. He soon had my top and bra off and he liked playing with my tits. I didn't last much longer after that, you know how condoms dry me out and I didn't have anything I could use as a lubricant. I only had oil based hand creams in my bag and they're too dangerous to use with condoms. Anyway, I told him to hurry up, but he had trouble finishing because of the condom. In the end, I took it off and gave him a little hand job with a bit of tongue work. Funny thing was; he didn't cum much. Not like you where it flies everywhere, he just dribbled a little bit out the end. After we cleaned up, he wanted me to stay the night, but I wanted to get away, just like you did."

So, was it good?" he asked.

She tilted her head sideways and looked at the ceiling while contemplating the question.

"I suppose it was exciting because it was with someone new. But there was no finesse and he didn't make me cum. It's not like when we were together, we were always relaxed and without inhibitions. It felt strange having someone else kiss me and play with my good bits. But I suppose that he won't be the last man I sleep with; I guess I'll get used to it."

"Did his cock feel different inside you?"

"Yeah, it stretched my insides a bit more, and I could feel the bend in it."

"So, was it fatter than mine?" he asked.

Cath lifted her right hand and made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, "I couldn't close my hand all the way around it. It was more like this." she said opening the gap between the tip of her thumb and finger.

It looked much bigger than his own, Martin thought to himself.

"Did it feel better than mine?" he asked, now beginning to torture himself, but unable to stop.

Again Cath contemplated before answering, "No, not really. I don't think size matters. That red vibrator of mine is bigger and I can take that okay. While yours might not be as big as Ben's, I still prefer yours. Any more questions? I should be getting back to the office and so should you"

"Tell me more about when he first put it in?"

Cath looked deep into his eyes and then smirked, "Is this turning you on or something?"

Martin grinned, "I've got a raging hard on beneath the table if you must know."

Cath's eyes moved quickly around the restaurant and returned to his face, reassured that no one was watching, she grinned mischievously and leaned forward just a little. He felt her hand slip under the table, across the front of his trousers and briefly caress his erection. 

"Mmmm, so you have. Well, what else can I tell you? Ben's quite a big guy, you know, wide shoulders and hips. It was okay when he was licking me, but when he was going to stick it in me, I had to open my legs really wide to accommodate him. Then he had a bit of trouble getting his cock in the right place. I had to put it in for him. Then he just leaned into me and it went in all the way. It didn't hurt, but it gave my pussy a big fright stretching it so far, so fast."

"Are you going to see him again?" he asked.

"Probably not." Cath answered as she glanced at her wrist watch. "I'm not looking for another relationship. The sex just happened last night, I wasn't looking for it. No regrets though, I'm a free woman now. Anyway, enough of this talk, it's starting to get me horny, and I've got to get back to work. "

"Hey, you can't go yet. I can't walk out of here with a hard on." he said with a smirk. "How horny are you?"

Cath leaned across so that their faces were close, "My panties are pretty wet if you must know."

His hand moved over to and down her legs, but she quickly removed it as it slipped between her knees. 

"Oh no you don't. You're not trying that, someone will see." she said forcibly.

He smiled, "Which one's have you got on?"

Cath had to think about that one, "Green ones."

"Why don't we get a room here, and you can show me how wet they are?"

Cath's demeanour changed and she leaned back in her chair, she stared at her estranged husband with her big eyes.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

He held her stare, "Deadly serious."

"I don't think it's a good idea, considering our situation and all that."

"I still have feelings for you, we're both in the mood and we're both adults. And there's no one else in the world I'd rather take upstairs than you."

Cath tried unsuccessfully to keep a straight face, but a second later the corners of her mouth turned upwards before breaking into a grin. 

"You bloody flatterer. Okay, I can do this, but only because it's you and I'm horny. But it's only a quick shag, nothing else." she lied.

Martin grinned excitedly as he hadn't expected Cath to go for it. He took hold of his suit jacket from the back of his chair and carefully held it over his crotch as he stood and followed Cath to the hotel reception. 

Minutes later, they stood toe to toe next to a double bed in a small guest room. They gazed into each others eyes as a sense of urgency took over. Cath kicked off her shoes as Martin undid her jacket and slipped it off her shoulders. She turned around so that he could unzip her dress.

"Be careful with the dress, it creases easily and I've got to wear it back to work."

Martin unzipped her and eased the dress off her shoulders as she turned to face him. She noticed his eyes follow her dress downwards and settle on her breasts, his hands eased the material downwards and he briefly knelt before her as she stepped out of her dress. He then folded it neatly and placed it over a chair. Stepping close to Cath, he placed his hands over her large breasts as she undid his shirt and tie, and dropped them on the floor. His belt and zip were soon undone and his trousers pushed downwards, Martin stepped out of them and left them where they were. Their lips met as he reached around and unclip her bra, without breaking the kiss, they both leaned back a little to allow it to fall between them. They moved closer again, the skin contact only further arousing them. Cath could feel Martins erection stabbing her in the stomach through his briefs; her hand fell and caressed it as she'd done a thousand times before. Only this time, it somehow felt different and more special. 

With both hands, she pushed his briefs down over his buttocks and let them fall.  She pushed him gently backwards towards the bed and grinned when he fell onto it, then stood still watching him look up at her. He gazed at her full figure, her large pale breasts hanging low with gravity, a narrow waist flaring out to beautiful big hips, her thighs also full in shape tapering downwards to her knees and slim ankles. His eyes moved upwards to her panties; the elastic forging a slight gap between her lovely thighs, the shape of her large lips clearly visible below her pubic mound.  He licked his dry lips in anticipation of what was under that thin material.

"I though you said you were wearing green panties." he stated.

Cath looked down at the yellow panties she was wearing and grinned.

"Does it really matter?" Cath asked as she mounted his thighs and dropped her breasts on his chest.

"Of course. I feel cheated, green's my favourite colour." he joked.

Cath leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips, "We shouldn't be doing this you know."

"Yes we should." he replied. "We both want this, and right now I need you."

Cath looked down at the man she once loved; did she still do so, she asked herself. She had missed him terribly over the last few weeks, and now he was under her, his hard cock pressing into her once again. I want this too; she admitted and gave him another peck on the lips. She then moved slowly downwards kissing his nipples and navel as she went. Trapping his cock between her large breasts, she bent own and ran her tongue over the eye and felt him tremble in appreciation. Moving her body further downwards, she then took his thick shaft and kissed it lovingly before lowering her mouth over it. For the next few seconds, she sucked and licked him before he reached down and pulled her up on the bed beside him. He moved around into the 69 position and Cath obediently moved on top of him and took his cock back into her mouth. 

Martin was soon looking up at panty covered pussy; he kissed her inner thighs and worked his way upwards, Cath's familiar odour only arousing him further. Her yellow panties covering her pussy lips were damp, he pushed his face into her pussy and ran his tongue over the flimsy material; he could taste her excitement. His fingers pushed the material aside giving him his first glimpse of her pussy. Her lips were covered in dark curls, her pink lips dissecting it. Her lips looked a little swollen and her opening a little agape, and then he remembered that less than twenty four hours ago, Ben's big thick cock had been inside her. He suddenly felt sick, was it jealousy, or did the fact that someone else had been there excited him?  Reaching up, he eased Cath's panties down over her buttocks; she gently lifted each knee in turn from the bed as he slipped them off completely. She lowered her pussy onto his face and rubbed it up and down his nose; he latched on to her clitoris with his lips and sucked hard. Cath whimpered with pleasure and her teeth gently raked the head of his cock.  The more Martin's mouth worked on her pussy, the less Cath was able to concentrate on his cock. The pleasure just flowed through her as his tongue ravaged her clitoris before sliding up to her opening. 




A Marriage in Turmoil Ch. 01



Thanks to 'Techsan' for editing this story.

Where do I begin? I guess when I was just a young buck of nineteen freshly out of high school on his way to college. Like a lot of kids at that time I guess I thought I was hot stuff. I dated a lot and tried to see how many pairs of panties I could get into. God, I loved the challenge. Will she or won't she? That is the question. I had as many wills as I did will nots. 

I started college but like most young guys at that time I dropped out eventually. My mind was on the pussy challenge, not studying. I did learn enough in college to land some good jobs.

I was in sales which put me in a lot of homes. Damn, I like that. Most places I stopped were just for business and I took care of it, being one of the top salesmen. Then there were the pussy stops. That's when you could smell it upon entering a residence. The woman, usually alone, dressed in sexy clothes or robes and nightgowns. In these cases I usually got the sale quickly and then did what comes natural with a young buck and a lonely or horny woman of any age.

The hardest thing to judge was determining if the woman was flirting or wanted sex. I didn't want to lose my job for a piece of ass when there was so much out there. I usually let the ladies take the lead. If they brought up sex or made the first move I jumped their bones. I probably passed up a lot of pussy just to be on the safe side.

I eventually met a really nice gal when I was doing a little shopping at the mall. She was just a sweet little thing standing a little over five feet tall, a big bubbly smile and big boobs. As she waited on me I used my charm and tried to get a date. After about the tenth time coming in the store she agreed to go out with me. I was really falling for this girl. I was just hoping she was doing the same.

I still kept my sales job while dating Nancy. We got along great together and eventually made love. Yes, it was love. It was so much different than the sex I was used to. I wanted to please this woman, not just myself. After about ten months of dating, she became pregnant. She was on birth control but I guess we were that one in ninety-nine chance.

In her fourth month of pregnancy we got married. Looking back I guess I wasn't ready to be married. I loved Nancy, I really did, but I was twenty and pretty immature. I thought with my dick. I had sex with a few gals after getting married just because I could. It was different from the loving sex I had with Nancy. More than anything I still believe it was the chase. Just to say I was able to get into a girl's pants and then do it.

I didn't brag about it to anyone but I believe people knew. I was a married guy with a kid on the way. I know people want to call me a bastard, prick, lowlife, and all the other adjectives. I deserve to be called them all. I know that now but then it was just trying to get into any woman's panties. I was an immature kid. 

One day Nancy found out I banged one of the girls at the office. She cried and cried and we talked about it. She thought about divorcing me and probably should have. She eventually forgave me. I really began feeling bad about the affair. For some reason at twenty years old I didn't think about my actions until it was too late. Then after I found out what it did to my loving wife, it tore me apart. I vowed never to cheat on her again if she would forgive me. 

I kept that promise and tried to be a good husband. The baby was born, a son we named Jacob. We were now a family. We had our problems like any family. We could always use more money. We didn't agree on what to buy. Like any young couple we had a big difference of opinions. But we were able to work them out. 

One thing was for sure and that was that after my affairs my love grew for Nancy. I might not have always showed it but it was there. I would die for that woman. Making love to her was fantastic. I believe it was because of the effort both of us put into it. I would do anything to make her climax. To this day, hers is the only pussy I ever ate. I loved sticking my tongue deep into her pussy until she climaxed.

We even tried anal sex about three times. It wasn't all it was hiked up to be. Her ass was so tight it hurt my dick. I used some KY jelly so I could at least get the head in. It did feel good shooting a load in her ass though. She preferred good old-fashioned pussy sex. Didn't make any difference who was on top or if I got her from behind, it was all good. She didn't like to give head. She tried it a few times but I could tell she hated it. I wasn't going to make her do it when she didn't received pleasure from it. I did continue to eat her out. I know it made her feel great.

A couple of years later we had another son, David. We couldn't have been happier. We were truly a family. Probably as normal as they come. 

I always wanted to own my own business. To be able to control my own destiny. Nancy and I talked and talked about it. Money was kind of tight with having the two boys and all the other expenses. We finally found a small hardware store. We bought it on land contract and made the business a success. Not a lot of money but enough to survive. I was really happy to have fulfilled that dream of having my own business. A wonderful wife and two sons. Life was good.

Nancy didn't lose all her weight after the second baby. She always talked down about herself. I told her she looked fine. I loved her heavy, skinny, it didn't make any difference to me. Of course she never really believed me but it was true. When I looked at her I didn't think about her weight. Granted that a beautiful sculptured body looks great but I loved Nancy regardless of the weight factor. Besides she was a little overweight, not obese. Hell, I was thirty pounds overweight myself. She would go on diet after diet. Always trying something to take the weight off.

We would argue about it over and over again. She always ended the arguments by throwing the affair up at me even though it was years and years earlier. I guess even though she said she forgave me deep down the negative feelings were still there.

She worked part time in her job while the boys were growing up. After the boys were in high school, she took a promotion in her job. She was a department manager and would make a lot more money. She decided to get back on the diet kick and also joined a health club for women. I didn't mind this since it was an all woman exercise place. Whenever a woman joins a health club and the husband doesn't, it seems to lead to affairs.

I was surprised she stayed with it. She began to lose weight and was feeling good about herself. That made me feel good. I liked her to be happy and if being thinner made her happy then I was happy. Our sex life started to rear up again. Like most married couples it waned for a few years while being busy with the family. Whenever we made love it was good. I guess after so many years of marriage you just sort of take the sex for granted. Sometimes we might go as much as two months without having sex. But then when we made love it was great.

She liked her job and new found body. She just seemed so much happier. Then it happened. She came home and asked if I would mind if she went out with her friends. I said of course not, you've been going out with them for years. She mentioned they were having a girls night out on Saturday and wanted to make sure I didn't have a problem with it. This just seemed strange. I knew something was bothering her. So I asked her what the problem was.

She just said she was probably going through a menopause phase and her mood swings were probably getting to her. I hugged her and said I loved her and I would always be here for her. She just hugged me back. I felt her shudder a little. I knew we had a problem but it wasn't the right time to face it. I would just have to think about it and decide how to approach her. 

On Saturday I watched to see how she dressed to go out with the girls. She just wore a pair of black slacks and a nice blouse. She looked good but to me she always looked good and I often told her so.

She told me where they were expecting to go in case I needed her for anything. Then her friend Pam picked her up and they left. It was bothering me. I had to know what was happening to her. I waited a few minutes and headed out myself. I really didn't want to spy on her because I always trusted her. There just seemed to be something wrong with her demeanor. I had to find out what it was.

Nancy and her friends went to a combination dance hall-lounge-night club. It was really big. It was easy to get lost in the crowd. I went up to the second floor on kind of a balcony where I could over see the lower level. I was able to spot Nancy and her girlfriends sitting together in two of the half round booths. They seemed to be having a good time. Maybe I was wrong, maybe this wasn't part of the problem. I ordered a drink and just kind of watched Nancy. I felt bad being there but I needed to know for my own well being.

Nancy's friends were a mixture of married, single and divorced women. Most I have met at one time or another. There were a few there that I didn't recognize. I figured she met them at the health club. After about a half hour a few guys came over and asked some of the girls to dance. The first couple of times Nancy shook her head 'no' but after she had a few drinks she agreed to dance a little. I really didn't have a big problem with her dancing but because of the possible problem she might be having, it made me nervous.

She was starting to spend more and more time on the dance floor. I didn't recognize any of the guys. They could have been from work or just strangers out for a good time. I decided to stay for a little while longer to see what was going on. She started to dance a few slow songs with one guy and he was holding her close. I saw him slide his hands down to her ass and pull her toward him. She just reached back and gently pushed his hands away. He did it a number of times and she continued to just push it away. The last time he grabbed her ass she left it there awhile longer before pushing it away. Then I saw him reach up and touch her breast. He held it there a few seconds and then she again pushed his hand away.

It was bothering me. Should I say or do something? Should I confront her in some way? She wasn't suppose to know I was even here. I was wondering if this went on before or maybe she just didn't want to make a scene. I just didn't know. It wasn't like her to do nothing about it After the song ended she went back and sat with her friends. I was too far away to hear any conversations but some of the girls were laughing or smiling. It could have been about anything.

A few minutes later the girls were finishing their drinks and were getting ready to leave. They were saying goodbye to the other girls and the guys. The guy Nancy was dancing with reached over and gave her a light goodbye kiss. Nothing special, just a light kiss, but it really bothered me. Was I reading more into this than I should have? I know I will never forget it no matter how innocent it was.

I got up quickly and left out the back door, got into my car and headed home. The boys were already in their room watching TV. I just said hi to them and went and made myself a drink. I already had liquor on my breath and figured it would be a good cover. 

Nancy arrived within ten minutes and I greeted her. I asked her if she had a good time and she said she did but she seemed a bit nervous. I looked her in the eyes and said, "Nancy, do we need to talk?"

To the best of my knowledge Nancy has never lied to me. I'm sure she has secrets like everyone else but I have never caught her in a bold lie. I could see tears form in the corner of her eyes. She looked at me and said, "Jim, I have a problem and I don't know what to do." and she started crying. 

I held her close and hugged her and I asked her if it had anything to do with her girls night out?

She said, "Yes. . .No. . .Maybe. . .I don't know? Let's sit down, I think we need to talk."

I said, "Nancy, tell me why you are so upset. Start with this evening, what happened?" I wanted her to tell me about tonight because I saw what was happening and could guage her truthfulness.

"Well," she said, "We arrived at the club and were drinking. I started dancing with a few guys. One in particular. He was touching my butt and breasts and I should have slapped him but didn't. I let him feel me up and didn't stop him. I pushed his hands away and when he put them back I really didn't get mad."

"Nancy, why didn't you stop him? Push him away or something." 

She was crying lightly and said, "I liked it, Jim. I wanted him to touch me. I'm so sorry, I can't get these feeling out of my system. It's making me crazy."

"Was this the first time it ever happened, Nancy?"

She started crying again and said, "No, this has been happening the last couple of months and I can't shake it. I want to be touched. I want men to want me."

"MY God, Nancy, have you been having affairs? Have you been fucking other men? Have you been cheating on me?"

She was crying and answering me at the same time, saying, "God, no, Jim, I haven't ever cheated on you. I have never had another man. Never but as of late I have let men touch me. I was hoping it was just a short phase I was going through and you would never find out. I just can't hide it anymore. It's tearing me up inside. I can't live like this. I had to tell you. Jim, I love you so much but I feel like I missed something. You're the only man I've been with. I know you have had other women."

"Stop right there, Nancy. You have thrown that affair up to me for the last 15 years. You are not going to use it against me now to have an affair. Is that what you want, Nancy? My permission to cheat on me, to cuckold me, to make a wimp of me? It isn't going to happen Nancy. I love you with all my heart. I always will but you will not make a fool of me just so you can have some strange fucks. Someone to compare me to."

"Well, Nancy, is that what you want? A chance to have your little flings and then come back home to me after your pussy gets satisfied?"

Nancy replied, "I don't know Jim, I just don't know" as she was crying.

I had tears in my eyes as I told Nancy that she was right. Neither of us could live like this. We both needed time to think. I told her I was going to separate from her for approximately two months. She could live in the house with our sons. I would live in the apartment above my hardware store.

She said, "Jim, I love you. I don't want you to go. I'm just all mixed up. Please don't leave me."

"Two months, Nancy, two months to decide if you want your freedom and new found sex libido or if you want to stay married to me. I have no idea what you are going to do but if you decide to be a fuck slut for anyone I'll apply for a divorce immediately. This two months is for you to decide what you really want, not to see how many affairs you can get in. I will just take it 'A day at a time' and suggest you do the same."

"Since tomorrow is Sunday I'll gather my personal things and take them to the apartment. I'll also talk to the boys in the morning."

The next morning I told Jacob and David to come into the living room. I think they heard some of the conversation from their room the night before. They sat down as I explained that their mother and I were having some marital difficulties and that I would be living above the store till we got things straightened out. I explained that this was not their doing but was a problem between their mother and I. Nancy was standing behind them with tears in her eyes but not saying a word.

I explained to them that we both loved them very much and that they could talk to either of us at any time. I would still attend their school events. Nothing has changed other than I wouldn't be living at the house. No matter what the future brings they will always have a roof over their heads and won't have to worry about moving and losing their friends. 

They wanted to know more but I told them that was all I could tell them for now. I said that their mother and I had some major problems to work out. We would know within two months what the future holds.

My boys were sad as they helped me take my personal stuff to the apartment above the store. I told them everything would be alright and for them to help their mother as much as possible. She needed their love if we were to stay a family. I instructed them to not ask her questions about the separation and help her around the house. They were good boys and I knew they would do what they could. I was only a mile away if they needed me.

Nancy needed time to work things out. I was in a world of turmoil myself. What if I lose her? My life was beginning to turn to shit. What could I do? What could I do? I guess it was all up to Nancy now.

End of Ch.1

Comments welcome

Thank you for reading my story.

DG Hear



A Marriage in Turmoil Ch. 02



Thanks to 'Techsan' for editing this story.

I have some major problems to overcome. I have a wife who has never really cheated on me that I know of and I believe her. She stuck with me through my bad boy days and kept our marriage together. To the best of my knowledge she has always told me the truth. Even though the last truth she told me could end our marriage. 

I truly love her and don't want to lose her. I'm not a wimp and never will be. I am willing to fight for her but have no idea of what to do. This is the biggest decision she will ever make in her life. To have an affair or save her marriage. I will not let her do both.

I moved into my apartment above the store. It was lonely there. I missed Nancy so much. I was trying to give Nancy space to make her decision. I spent as much time in the store as possible just to keep myself busy. Business was really picking up and I had a hard time keeping up with all the damn paper work. I liked the sales part but despised the paperwork. I decided I would have to hire someone to take over the bookkeeping soon. I put an ad in the paper for an office person with a background in business. I would interview people in the coming weeks.

My sons stopped by about every other day to help me put up stock and make deliveries. I only had two full time employees beside myself working there. I asked the boys about their mother and how she was doing. They told me she cried about every night and was really down. They said she finally made an appointment to see a doctor. 

About two weeks after I moved out, I was in my office doing paper work when Pam came walking in. Pam was Nancy's best friend since childhood. If anyone knew Nancy better than me it was Pam. She has been divorced for a couple of years but she and Nancy were closer than sisters. There is very little that they didn't share.

Pam walked up to me and just blurted out, "You stupid son of a bitch, what in the hell is wrong with you? How could you do this to Nancy?"

I said, "Hold on there, Pam. You don't know. . . ." Then she cut me off.

"No, you hold on, you stupid bastard. Nancy loves you. She has always loved you. She is having problems and she came to you with them., the only person she loves and what the hell did you do? You moved out on her. How stupid can you be? Instead of helping her, you throw her to the wolves. I'm so mad at you I could kill you."

"But, Pam," I said, "she doesn't know what she wants. I can't just let her have affairs. I'm giving her time to work it out, to come to a decision."

"You idiot, she needs love and companionship. She's confused and vulnerable right now. Can't you see what you did? Instead of helping her, loving her and caring for her, you threw her to the pigs. God, I just can't believe you were that stupid to walk out on her. The guys at the store are taking bets on who she will go with. They can all see how vulnerable she is. The one person she loves turns his back on her and says work it out yourself. Jim, you better get your head out of your ass if you expect to save her."

I was stunned to say the least. I thought I did the right thing but now after listening to Pam I think I may have been wrong. I did tell Nancy I'd always be there for her. Then I did walk out. Damn, Pam was right, what a stupid ass I am.

I looked at Pam and said, "What should I do? I'm lost. I just don't know what to do to help her. You know I've always loved her more then life itself. You're her best friend. Didn't you see this coming?"

Pam replied, "Nancy and I have been talking about it for months. Nancy could be going through some kind of change or something. All women are different in their mood swings. Since Nancy joined the weight class she has been around other women who might have influenced her in some way. Made her think differently. Then after her losing fifty pounds other men began to notice her more and complimented her on her looks."

The last thing Pam told me before leaving was to make sure that I was at Ramon's Restaurant Friday at 9:00pm. I could either take Nancy home or kiss her goodbye.

I was in shock. "What the hell did that mean? What are you talking about, Pam? What's going on?"

She replied, "The bosses are having a business meeting Friday at 7:00pm. All middle managers are required to be there. After the meeting there will be dinner and cocktails. It was for management employees only, no spouses. The word out is a couple of managers are going to get Nancy drunk and try and seduce her. I'm not allowed to go because I'm not in management. So there will be no-one there to protect Nancy. They also kind of hinted it's a dressy affair. I think you can guess why."

"Doesn't Nancy know about this, Pam?"

"Yes, but she is part of management and is required to go. She said she would watch her drinking and try to stay out of trouble."

"Pam, thank you for being such a good friend to Nancy. I'll guarantee you one thing. Someone will be there to protect Nancy Friday at 9:00pm. It will be her stupid idiotic husband who doesn't deserve her. No spouses, my ass! This husband will be there."

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Nancy speaks:

I met Jim when we were just teenagers. I was working at the store in the mall when he came in. He kept trying to put the make on me. It was kind of funny. He would come back day after day trying to get me to go out. Then one day I just decided to say yes. He looked at me as though something was wrong since I had turned him down so often.

"Do you really mean it? Are you really going out with me?" as he smiled.

"Yes, Jim, I'll go out with you," I said, "but no funny business."

We started dating regularly. We started making out. He would kiss me and I started letting him fondle me outside of my clothes. I was falling head over heels for him but never wanted to show it. After a few months he started rubbing my breasts inside my clothes. I knew we were going to be getting intimate so I made an appointment at the doctors to get some birth control pills.

I had taken them for about three days when Jim asked me out to the beach. I wore my two piece bathing suit. It was getting late and the beach was almost empty. I can remember it as though it was yesterday. It was when I lost my virginity to Jim.

We were lying on the beach on our blanket when he started kissing me. Then he put his hands under my bathing suit top and started rubbing my breasts. He pulled my top up and exposed my breasts. He took my nipples in his mouth and started sucking on them. I was becoming hot and pulled his head down against my breasts. As I was doing that he slid his hand down into by bathing suit bottom and grabbed my pussy mound in his hand. I had never allowed any man in my pants. This was a first for me.

He started rubbing my mound and then slid a finger into me. I started breathing hard. I have never felt this way before. I knew I was going to let him have me. He slowly slid my suit bottom off me and I figured he was going to mount me but he didn't. Instead he got between my legs and buried his face into my mound. It felt so good. He then had me spread my pussy lips as he drove his tongue deep into me. That is probably why I love him going down on me so much. That was the first sex I ever had.

I was holding his head hard against my vagina. It felt so good. Than he got up on his knees and place the head of his cock against my pussy. He slowly pushed the head in till he felt resistance. I knew it was my hymen. He looked at me as I closed my eyes and he pushed in hard breaking my hymen and taking my virginity. I screamed out load 'AAAHHH' then he started a slow methodic motion in and out, in and out. I then felt my first orgasm coming as I screamed out again, only this time in pleasure.

Jim started pumping harder and harder as I was coming and then spewed his love juices deep inside my pussy. He pulled his soft cock out of me and pulled his suit back up. I had tears in my eyes. He asked me what was the matter? I told him I was worried that after he got what he wanted he wouldn't still love me tomorrow.

He said, "I will always love you, Nancy. I will always be there for you." 

From that day forward we made love almost every time we were together. I missed two of my periods in a row and went to see the doctor. I told him maybe it was the birth control pills I was taking.

The doctor looked at me and said, "Nancy, you're pregnant."

I said, "But, Doctor, I'm on birth control."

He told me either I started it too late or I was that one in a hundred that got pregnant regardless of the pill. I left his office in a daze.

I went to see Jim and he could see I was upset. He asked me, "What is the problem?"

I had tears in my eyes and said, "I'm pregnant."

He looked at me and said, "I thought you were on the pill?"

I told him, "I was but I got pregnant anyway. I'm going to keep the baby regardless if you want anything to do with me and the baby. I love you but would never trap you."

Jim then got down on one knee, looked at me and said, "Nancy, will you marry me? I promise I'll always be there for you and the baby."

Of course I said, "Yes" and that's how our life together began many years ago.

In the last couple of months I have had a few life changing events. Small in nature, but still life changing. I got a promotion at work. More money, more prestige, I became one of the bosses, part of middle management.

My sons were at an age where I wasn't needed quite as much which gave me more independence. I started working out at a health club to lose weight. I was actually succeeding. I had lost fifty pounds and felt much better about myself.

Jim, my husband, said it never made any difference what I weighed to him. He was my husband and loved me, so he was looking through rose colored glasses. What else could he say? Other men noticed me more and more. I was always being complimented which of course made me feel good. I didn't want an affair with these men but it was nice to be complimented so often.

At the health club I heard different women talk about their sex lives. How men came on to them. How they would tease the men so they would get more attention. Some women would compare the men they had sex with. The penis size and shape, what the men would do just to get in their pants. How many orgasms they had. It was just woman talk but it does make you think.

Looking back on the conversations I noticed that these women talked about sex, not love. Not about relationships and husbands and family. They just talked about sex. When they asked me about my sex life I just smiled. My sex life wasn't a big ball of orgasms, multiple partners or any type of group relationships. It was a loving sexual communication between husband and wife. Not always gentle but a meeting of two minds and two bodies molded into one. A lasting relationship that went far beyond the fuck and suck that these women talked about. As we said in our marriage vows, to have and to hold, during good times and bad, to cherish and love, to be honest and true to each other till death do us part. I did my best to live by those vows.

Pam and I talked a lot. She knew I truly loved Jim even with his old bad habits. She is a true friend. She helped me understand, even when Jim turned his back on me. He just didn't understand what I was going through. Pam and I talked about my life over and over again. She was the one who suggested I see a doctor. She even suggested a shrink but I told her Jim wouldn't pay out that kind of money just to tell a stranger your problems.

When we had our girls' night out Pam told me in private to watch what I was doing. I was giving in a little too much and might regret it later. 

I told her, "The girls at the health club say that they give in a little to get more attention."

Pam just looked at me and said, "Think about it, Nancy. Is attention from strange men really what you want?" 

I knew she was right but it felt good to be admired. I let some men touch me just outside my clothes so I could get more attention. I promised myself I wouldn't go any further. After about two months of this type of living, it began to get to me. Men would whisper in my ears how much they wanted me. The things they would do to me.

I told them, "No, I would never cheat on my husband." I made the mistake of telling one guy at work that just because my husband cheated on me doesn't mean I would cheat on him.

I often wondered what it would be like with someone else. Jim was my only lover and as far as I know he was great. I had nothing to compare him to but he made me feel so good. I was never obsessed with sex like you read in the stories. But I did have times I wanted it. Jim could be gentle or he could be rough but it seemed he always put me first.

Hey, guys, a big flash for all of you. Women have fantasies too. Yes, we do. Everyone has fantasies but the problem is when a person wants to live them out. If anyone tells you they don't have fantasies, then they are probably lying.

I started getting hot flashes or something, I was having mood swings and didn't think Jim paid enough attention to me. I was thinking all kinds of crazy things, some of them even sexual. It didn't make me feel good. It scared the hell out of me. I needed help. I didn't know what was happening to me. I felt I was going crazy. I couldn't overcome these fantasies in my mind. That's when I finally decided to tell Jim. I needed his hugs and kisses, his warmth and understanding that he always gave me. That safety net he seemed to have, a blanket of comfort and protection.

Instead he gave me an ultimatum. If I had an affair, he was going to divorce me. Then he told me he was moving out and I had two months to make a decision. I was devastated, I had no idea where to turn. If it wasn't for Pam standing with me those first couple of weeks after Jim left, I have no idea where I would be today.

Pam is divorced. She caught her husband in bed with another man one day when she came home early from work. She couldn't believe it. Her husband sucking another guys cock in her bed. She ran to the end table and grabbed a gun and pointed it at both of them. She said she never saw two cocks get so soft so quick. She told me it took every ounce of energy she had not to pull the trigger. They were married for seven years and she said she didn't have a clue that he was bi sexual. They were divorced soon after. She dates again but is very suspicious of who she goes out with. She is now dating a guy named Ray whose wife left him for another man about three years ago. They seem to be a good couple and I sure hope they succeed. Pam deserves a better life. She is one fantastic friend and a lady you can trust.

I made an appointment to see a doctor on Wednesday. I had a meeting Friday and wanted to try and have my senses. When I went in to see the doctor, a woman, she wanted to just talk to me for a few minutes first. 

I told her about my mood swings, the constant crying, my out of control hormones. Then the talk got more serious. I told her about the sexual side, my husband's ultimatum, and even about a possible affair.

She smiled at me and told me I should have come to see her months ago. If I would have I probably wouldn't have all these problems facing me. She took me off my birth control pills and put me on some type of hormone relaxer. It should help control the mood swings. Because of the weight loss I no longer needed to take some of the pills I was taking. She said everything was clashing in my body. I was starting the change of life but it would be a number of years before it would be over.

Then she looked at me seriously and said, "What you told me about your husband is a bit sad. He should have stood with you. I see too many loving couples get divorces just because they don't understand. Men will always go after a good looking women. You as a wife and mother have to understand that all they want is the sex. There is no lasting relationship for a lot of these men. It sounds like you and your husband need another talk. I think when he learns the facts that he will be right there with you."

Then she mentioned that if I had any problems to call her immediately otherwise she would see me in two months. I actually cried after talking to her. She just hugged me and said, "Everything will work out for you."

Now if I could get past this stupid meeting Friday, maybe I could see Jim Saturday and have our little talk. I sure missed him, the lug head. 

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Back to Jim:

I was a mess after Pam left. God, how could I do this to Nancy? I tried to call her but the boys said she was at the doctors. Well, at least that was a start. I just wish I could talk to her.

I called her at work on Thursday.

Nancy said, "I'm so glad to hear your voice. Can you stop by Saturday so we could talk?"

I asked, "What about Friday?"

I wanted to verify this meeting. She said, "I would love to but I've got to go to a mandatory meeting and won't get out till late.

I said, "Nancy, I love you. I just wanted you to know."

"I love you, too, Jim. Please come by Saturday. Please," she cried.

"I'll be there, guaranteed!" I replied. "I'm not going to fuck up this time," I thought to myself.

Thursday night was horrible. I was having dreams or nightmares. I dreamt I showed up at the restaurant and Nancy was sitting on a couch between two men. She was half drunk and had her dress pulled down over her tits, and the bottom pulled up to her waist. She had her panties off and her brown bush on display for whoever wanted to look. The two men had their lips on her tits and their hands on her thighs pushing them up toward her pussy.

One guy slipped a couple of fingers into her waiting cunt. She had both of her hands around their hard cocks, saying, "Give these to me, please give these to me." One guy said, "What about your husband? He's standing there watching you?"

She said, "I don't care, he left me and I need cock now. Please push it in." With that said one guy got down and slowly shoved his cock deep into my wife's waiting pussy. As she was moaning,. the other guy climbed up at her chest and told her he wanted her to take his cock into her mouth.

She replied she didn't like to give blow jobs. He just told her no blow jobs, no cock in your pussy. With that said she took him in her mouth. The guy in her pussy came so the one in her mouth removed his cock and slammed it into her pussy. She kept yelling for more.

Then an Asian and a Porta Rican came over and took a turn. They had her completely naked now lying on the couch while anyone who wanted to could have her. I just stood there and watched all these men take a turn fucking my wife. She had cum all over her body, her tits were covered and her bush looked a sticky white. Then the black busboy came out to clear the tables and asked if he could fuck her? She looked at him and said, "Put that black rod in me if you want. I don't care if you make me pregnant."

In this dream I had my cock in my hand and when this black man came in my wife's pussy I exploded cum all over the floor with all the bosses laughing at me.

I woke up in a deep sweat and noticed I just came all over the sheets. My God, I was glad it was a fantasy. If that really happened, I'd never be able to handle it. Somebody would die. How can any man just give his wife away like that? What would a woman really think of a husband who let her live out fantasies like that. There sure couldn't be love there. It would be just a raw sex marriage. Well, I guess to each his own. It won't happen in my marriage. I have too much love and respect for Nancy to see her turn into a slut. I would make sure I would be at the restaurant tomorrow.

It was now Friday and a very busy day at the store. I had trouble keeping my mind on business. I wanted to go see Nancy and tell her everything would be all right. I'd be there to protect her. I called her office three times and her bosses said she was in meetings or out. Damn it, I would have to wait till tonight unless she returned my calls.




A Marriage in Turmoil Ch. 02



I asked Milton, one of my employees if he could work the rest of the day today and also Saturday all day. I wouldn't be in. He said there would be no problem. He was a good employee. I told him I would send my sons over to help him that evening and Saturday. 

I went to the mall to see Nancy. The receptionist said the bosses were out and wouldn't be in until Monday. They had some district meeting to attend and then another meeting for just their store management tonight. She said I could leave a message and she would be sure Nancy would get it. 

I just told her I would call Nancy Monday. I didn't want to raise any suspicions. She was just the office girl. I know she wasn't part of this plan against Nancy. 

I went out to the floor and found Pam. She was a little nicer to me this time. She said she spoke to Nancy before she left for the meeting. She was so happy that I was going to see her Saturday.

I asked how she looked and was feeling. 

Pam looked at me and said this is both good and bad. She said Nancy was feeling much better since seeing the doctor. She was getting back to being her old self.

I said, so what's so bad about that?

Pam looked at me and said, "She looked fantastic! She had a low cut black mini dress on. She looked hot. Every guy would want her. Thank God we have a few bosses with brains. Only her bosses Edward and Ryan are going to make a play for her. The rest of the guys didn't want to mess up their own lives or Nancy's. They really like her as a person. You do have to understand this is grapevine information, maybe true, maybe rumor. Only problem is Ed and Ryan are the big bosses so no one will probably go against them." 

I thanked Pam for the information and told her what a true friend she really was and thanks for getting me to take my head out of my ass and do what is right.

Pam just looked at me and said, "You two were made to be together. I don't want anyone to mess that up. You both are really my best friends." Then she said her boyfriend Ray was pretty special too.

I went home to my apartment and cleaned up a little. I would be going to a fancy restaurant and at least had to dress up some so I could get in. I put on a pair of Docker's and a sports blazer. I wasn't a tie wearing sort of guy. I was a hardware store owner. I called my sons and asked them about working that night and Saturday. They just said no problem dad, just tell Milton we'll be there to help him.

It was now 8:30pm and I headed into the store. Milton had my sons stocking shelves. They were good workers even if they were my sons. This store might be theirs someday. That would be kind of a dad's dream. Having your sons taking over the family business. I turned to Milton and asked him to give me a roll of nickels. He looked at me kind of strange but handed me the roll. I then left the store.

I was on my way to the restaurant. 

End of Ch.2
Comments welcome

DG Hear



A Marriage in Turmoil Ch. 03



Thanks to 'Techsan' for editing this story.

I left for the restaurant.

As I entered the main dining area I was surprised to see Pam and Ray sitting there eating dinner. Pam smiled at me and said, "We may not be in the private dining area but we're as close as we could get."

She mentioned, "A lot of the bosses are starting to leave. I haven't seen Nancy, Ed, or Ryan yet."

Pam asked her supervisor when she came out, "Have you seen Nancy?" 

The supervisor said, "Ed and Ryan wanted to speak with her privately and asked her to please wait." Then her supervisor left.

That was the first time I really saw Ray close up. He was a big guy, maybe 6'2" over the 210 pound mark. He just mentioned that if I needed anything he would be there to help. I thanked him for his support and then headed for the kitchen. That was another way into the reserved room, through the kitchen.

When I got to the entrance of to the reserved room and the kitchen I just stood there a few minutes. I didn't want to barge in if there wasn't a problem. A black busboy came up to me and said, "Sir, you're not allowed in here."

I shuddered for a moment remembering the dream from the night before. I handed him ten dollars and said I'd only be a few minutes. He accepted it and looked through the door to see what I was staring at. 

He saw Nancy and said, "What a beautiful woman she is. But I feel sorry for her because I could tell that the two men in the room were throwing unwanted advances toward her the whole evening and I knew she was not comfortable with it."

I told him, "I'm here to put a stop to it but I had to pick my time."

The busboy just smiled at me and said, "I like men like you that don't take shit from guys like those two pricks."

He went back into the kitchen to do his work. I just stood at the door biding my time. 

Then it started. Ed said, "Have another drink, Nancy, Ryan and I have been waiting for this day."

Nancy said, "Please let me go, Ed. If you let me leave now, I won't tell anyone what went on. Please let me go."

Ed said, "Take the damn drink, Nancy, I'm your boss and you will do what you're told."

At that moment there was a knock on the front door. A Matre'D asked to speak to Ryan. He told him that his car alarm was going off and that his front window was busted. He needed to turn off the car alarm. Ryan left the room and went to see about his Mercedes.

Nancy took the drink and threw it in Ed's face.

"You fucking slut," Ed replied. "You've been teasing me with that ass of yours for too long now. It's time to pay the piper. You don't have that no account girlfriend and wimp husband to protect you now," as he reached down under her dress to grab her pussy."

That's when I reached into my pocket and grabbed my roll of nickels and barged through the door. Nancy turned around quickly and yelled, "Jim!"

Ed turned around and I said to him, "Nancy's no account wimp husband is about to kick your ass," as I hit him with my fist with the roll of nickels in it. I broke his nose on contact and maybe even his jaw. There were nickels flying everywhere. Ed fell to the floor and then Ryan came running back into the room.

Ryan yelled at me saying, "I'll sue you for every damn thing you own. I'll own that hardware store of yours."

Just as I approached him and was about to flatten him out also. Nancy said, "Wait, Jim. I have something better."

Ryan and I both looked at her as she pulled out a tape recorder and played just a snippet for us. Then she said, "We'll see who wins their lawsuit. I'll be filing my sexual harassment charges on Monday." 

Nancy then said to Ryan and Ed who was still lying on the floor, "The only reason I put up with your shit tonight is so I could have it on tape. Maybe, just maybe, it might save another woman from your harassment. I'll see you in court," and then she kicked Ryan dead center in the balls. He screamed out as he fell to the floor to join Ed. 

Then Nancy yelled out, "You two are pathetic, nothing but a couple of pigs. You aren't man enough to carry my husband's jockstrap. Go fuck yourself or each other." 

I took Nancy by the arm and as we were walking toward the door, there were a number of people standing at the door watching the events that were unfolding. They started clapping for Nancy and I as we were leaving the restaurant. The busboy just smiled and gave me a high five.

Nancy and I walked out the front door hand in hand. 

Sitting in their car in front of the restaurant was Pam and Ray. They were both smiling as Pam got out to give Nancy a big hug. 

Ray looked at me and said, "As we were leaving, we heard a big commotion and a car alarm go off. We thought we would stick around a few minutes to see what was happening."

I looked at Ray and said, "Thank you."

He just said, "You're welcome."

After Pam and Ray left, Nancy and I headed for my car. Then I realized I hadn't said a word to her through all of this. I just stopped in my tracks and looked at Nancy and said, "You look beautiful. I'm the luckiest guy on God's green earth to have you. I'm so sorry for the way I acted. Please forgive me."

Nancy started crying and hugging me. She asked, "Are you going to take me home?"

I said, "Are you kidding? I'm not letting you out of my sight for the rest of this night. We'll send the boys after your car tomorrow. I think it will be pretty safe here for the night even though Ryan's Mercedes was damaged," and we both laughed.

When we got home we headed straight for the bedroom and locked the door. As Nancy was taking off her dress she looked at me and said, "What is it, Jim? What are you thinking?"

I said, "Honey, why did you dress so damn beautiful for those bastards?"

She looked at me and said, "I didn't dress for them. I dressed for you."

"What? I don't understand" I replied.

"Pam told me you would be there for me when I talked to her today." I just trusted that you would keep your promise to protect me. So I dressed for you. I wanted the other men to know what you have that they never would and to look good for you when you got there. The bastards just were lucky to be there until you arrived."

"God, Nancy, I love you so much." We both took off our clothes and lay on the bed. We kissed and hugged. I rubbed her all over her body. How I missed touching her. I got between her legs and started kissing her pussy. First gently then harder and harder. She spread her pussy lips so I could tongue fuck her. She was going wild. She climaxed all over my face. I didn't care. I wanted more of her. I kept pushing my face all over her hairy pussy like a madman. She grabbed the back of my head and held it against her pussy for what seems like minutes but was probably only a few seconds.

I rolled over on my back with my cock sticking straight up like a monument. I asked Nancy if she wanted to ride it. She smiled and grabbed my cock in her hand. She lowered her mouth around it and started sucking the head of my cock. I said, " Nancy, you don't have to do that." 

She pulled her lips off my cock and said, "I want to," as she lowered her glistening lips back down around the head of my cock. She was just sucking it like a lollipop, slow and easy. Pre-cum stringing down from her lips to my cock head. God, it was great. It wasn't a blow job, it was so much more erotic and sensual just watching her suck me.

Then she raised up and straddled my cock and slowly lowered herself down on it. She started to speed up and her tits were bouncing with her. She was riding me with everything she had. Her juices were flowing down over my cock. Then she stopped and pushed her pussy down on my cock, pushing down harder and harder until I shot everything I had up into her. She screamed out, "I love you, Jim, with all my heart," as she climaxed.

She rolled off of me, both of us in a total sweat. We just lay there together and fell asleep. I woke up sometime later and began rubbing her breasts. She had her back to me so I took my hardening cock and put it against her pussy from behind. She pushed her ass back until my cock slid into her pussy and we did a nice slow fuck. My cock sank into her every time I pushed forward. My pelvic area slamming against her ass. I shot another wad of cum into her pussy as I heard her moan. I fell asleep with my cock buried deep in her.

The next morning was Saturday and when we got up our sons had already left for work. I got up to use the bathroom then walked into the kitchen and read a note on the fridge. It said, "Welcome home, dad. We missed you." They signed it Jacob and David.

I was making coffee when Nancy came into the kitchen and saw the note. She picked up a pen and wrote the words, "Me too, Nancy" on the bottom of the note.

I grabbed her and kissed her. We sat down and talked a little over a cup of coffee. Then she got up to take a shower. When I thought she was about half done with her shower, I entered the bathroom. She asked me if I was going to wash her back?

I told her only if I could wash the front also. She smiled as I entered the shower. We haven't showered together for years. It was like a whole new experience. I grabbed a bar of soap and started rubbing her back and quickly worked my way down to her ass. I dropped the sponge and just used my soaped up hands and I went between her thighs and soaped up the area between her ass and pussy. Then I pulled her back to me and rubbed her breasts with the soap. I spent a few minutes on her nipples till they got hard. She was really feeling it. Then I heard her say the magic words, "Jim, please fuck me!" She didn't want love this time she wanted raw sex, and raw sex she got.

I leaned her forward with her hands against the wall and she spread her legs as much as possible and I slammed my hard cock into her wet soapy pussy. I said, "Is this what you want?"

She screamed out, "God, yes, fuck my pussy. I love it."

"Who do you want in this pussy?" We were really heating up now.

"You, honey, just you."

"Who else has had this pussy?" I was going into fantasy mode.

"No one, Jim, honest, only you."

"Do you fantasize about strange cocks in this pussy of yours." I knew I could ruin the mood but I couldn't help myself.

"Yes, Jim, I've never lied to you and I won't lie now. Yes, I have fantasized about strange cocks taking me. White, Black, Asian, I thought about all of them but no one but you will ever have me. I know now that you are all I'll ever want and all I'll ever need. Fuck me in the ass, Jim, take me now."

I had both of my hands on her hips as I pulled my cock out of her soaking wet pussy and put the head of my cock against her ass, the water of the shower beating down on both of us. 

I pushed the head of my cock into her anus. I got the head in, damn it was tight. Thank God for the soap and water running down the crack of her ass.

"More, Jim, push it in more. Give it all to me for having bad thoughts. Take your frustrations out on my ass, Jim."

I did just that. I pushed my cock all the way into her tight ass. I have never been in her all the way. It was so tight it actually was hurting my cock.

Nancy screamed out, "God, it hurts," as she was almost crying. 

I started to pull out but Nancy said, "Don't you dare pull it out. Just cum in me quickly, please."

I grabbed her by the hips and pushed my cock as deep as it would go into her anus till my balls were slapping against her pussy. When I came with a burst, I screamed out, "Oh, my God!" I let out one of the biggest loads ever deep into her ass. My cock quickly got soft and, as I pulled it out, we both heard her ass pop closed while my cum ran out of her anus and down her thighs.

She told me to get out of the shower so she could get cleaned up this time. I got out and went to get dressed. When she came into the bedroom after the shower she was walking very delicately. I looked at her and said I was sorry. She kissed me and said she deserved it for her past actions and thoughts. Then she smiled at me and said, "Don't expect it on a regular basis."

She looked at me and said, "What is it, Jim? What's bothering you?"

"You have done things last night and today that were out of this world. We have never had that kind of raw sex before. It was so fantastic, I shouldn't say this but I was wondering when and how you learn all this?"

"Honey, I have been going to the health club. All those women constantly talked about their lovers and what they do for them. How it makes their lovers feel. I fantasize too. I wondered what it would be like to be a slut and just have raw sex once in awhile. I was always afraid to tell you. I didn't want you to think of me as a slut but I needed to try. That was part of my confusion. I wanted to be a slut but only a slut for you."

"God, Nancy, I love you so much. I'll do anything sexually with you as long as it's just you and me. You are one fantastic woman. My lover, my slut, and my wife, I love all three of you," I said as I smiled. 

The rest of our weekend went great. Our sons helped me move back into our house and went to get their mother's car. When they got back, they said a black guy asked them what they were doing by the car. They said they told him that it was their mother's and came to retrieve it. They showed the black guy the car keys and he said it was okay. He was just watching over the car until it was picked up. He told our sons that they had a couple of swell parents. He loved the way they kicked ass and then gave them a high five. 

My sons then asked, "What happened, dad? We always miss the good stuff. The busboy also said to say 'thank you' to you for the roll of nickels."

Nancy and I just laughed and said, "We always protect the ones we love."

I got up for work Monday morning. I dreaded leaving Nancy that day. It was like two lovers starting over. I had a lot of work to catch up on and Nancy went to see our lawyer. Once she played the tape of how Bob and Ed acted toward her all evening the lawyer said it was a slam dunk harassment case. She took a leave of absence till the harassment case was settled. 

Milton and I were interviewing applicants for the bookkeeping position. No one seemed quite right. Then Milton came into the office and said he just interviewed the perfect person for the job and told her she could start the next day.

I said, "What? You just hired someone without even asking me? My God, Milton, I can't believe you would do such a thing. I'm sorry but I have to talk to her first. Please send her in."

I looked up at the door and in walked Nancy. She looked at me and said, "I have all the qualifications and I can give you a lot of side benefits that no one else can. Do I get the job?"

I just looked up at her, kissed her and said, "Life is great."

Nancy went back to the doctors about a month later like she was asked. The doctor talked with her and said how happy she felt for her. She has her hormones under control and leaving the previous job took away a lot of the stress. The doctor was so glad that Nancy and I were able to work things out. But now Nancy has a another problem. Since she was off the birth control pills she was now pregnant. Nancy went into some kind of shock, she was happy but crying. She didn't know how I would react.

When Nancy came back to the store. She looked at me and said, "Jim, do you love me."

"Of course I love you. How could you ask such a stupid question? Do you have another problem? I'll stand beside you, I'll be your rock. Please tell me Nancy. I'm here for you."

With tears in her eyes she said, "Jim, I'm pregnant and I want our baby."

"When? How? What happened?" I asked. All stupid questions.

Nancy looked at me with a half smile. "When? On our renewed love for each other. How? We made passionate love to each other. What happened? I got pregnant with our love child."

"Yes," I screamed out, "Yes, I want our baby." We both started crying. "I'm going to be a daddy again" I cried.

Epilog:

It's been nine months since all the problems took place. We are now the proud parents of a beautiful baby girl who looks just like her mother. Nancy brings Pamela (our baby) to the store with her. We named her after Pam since she helped save our marriage. Nancy has been a wiz with the bookkeeping. I might have to start paying her. She does the books so she can just pay her self if she likes.

Our lawyers got back to us and the store where Nancy worked decided to settle out of court after hearing Nancy's tape. We got a six digit settlement. Enough to put all three of our kids through college if they decide to go. 

Ryan and Edward were both fired. The store found out that wasn't the first time it had happened with them. After Nancy came forward, so did a number of other girls. They all called Nancy and thanked her. They were glad to get rid of the burdens they were carrying.

It looks like Pamela and Ray are going to get hitched this coming summer. We all hang around together. We're really happy for them.

Darrell, the black busboy is now our favorite waiter at the restaurant.

A couple of other little things. Nancy's doctor made sure that Nancy had a normal weight gain during the pregnancy. As far as sex and love, we have a lot of both. We made love within days of the delivery. Damn, I never realized how sexy and glowing a pregnant woman could be.

As Nancy says, to have and to hold, during sickness, or health, during rich times and poor. Love your spouse and don't lie to them. This is what our marriage is based on. "Life is Great"

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Thanks for reading my story.

Comments welcome

DG Hear. 



A Marriage In Turmoil



Cath rested her face on his navel, her hand still wrapped firmly around his cock. Every now and then she would give it a stroke or a soft squeeze. It wasn't much, but it was all she could manage. There wasn't much better in life than having a good pussy licking. And Martin was good at it, real good. Her favourite position for a good licking was on couch, with her legs spread wide and Martin kneeling between them. He was content to seduce her pussy for long periods of time, his capable mouth and hands taking her on a journey to heavenly places. Sometimes it was a short journey, but the long ones were better. More recently, she'd watch a porno flick while he worked on her, a good group sex scene or a well endowed man helped do the trick. When her orgasm neared, she would throw her head back and close her eyes, her mind then blind, with the exception of the most pleasurable sensation in the world.

He was the only man who really understood her sexual needs; there'd been other men before they met; not many but enough to satisfy her curiosity. Then Martin appeared in her life, the excitement of a new partner slowly turned into the delights of passion and respect as they explored each others inhibitions. Even after marriage, the sex just got better and better, they introduced toys and fantasies to stave off boredom. They used every room in the house, the lounge, dining room, kitchen and bathroom. In the summer months, they'd use the balcony, but always in the dark to avoid being seen.

"More on my clit." Cath urged as she began to build towards an orgasm.

Obediently, Martin adjusted his lips to her clitoris; he sucked deep it into his mouth and lavished his tongue over it. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, that's it. Just like that." she whispered. "It won't take long now."

Martin's hands clasped Cath's outer thighs to hold her still as she began to tremble; he suckled on her clit as his tongue maintained a steady flicking rhythm. Her juices now running freely over his face and running into his mouth, he swallowed without hesitation as her orgasm neared. Cath hissed and rocked back and slowly back and forth.

"Ohhhhhhh shiiit. Here it comes." she whispered as her trembling intensified.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh holy fuuuuuuuuuck."

Martin gripped Cath's thighs tightly as she shuddered with pleasure, her juices poured from her onto his face and cheeks. He felt her lips around his cock as she relaxed, sucking and nibbling at the head as her breathing began to return to normal. She turned around and sat astride his thighs leaving his cock sticking out in front of her navel. Her hand encircled and stroked it, the palm of her of other hand rotating over the eye causing him to wriggle. 

"Please don't take offence, but are you safe? If you didn't use condoms with those other bimbo's, I don't want you inside me." 

Martin looked up into her eyes, "Absolutely, cross my heart and hope to die. You know what I'm like about things like that."

Cath looked into his eyes and only saw the truth. When they were together, they had often talked about being single again, the mandatory carrying and use of condoms a must. Martin had always dreaded catching any undesirable infection from a sexual romp. Martin realised her concern and quickly flipped her onto her back, he knelt between her open thighs and gazed down at her lusciously wet and tempting pussy, her lips open and her erect pink clitoris sticking proudly out.

"I promise, you don't have to worry." Martin reassured her as he manoeuvred his body over hers.

She reached out, guided his cock to her pussy and wiped the head up and down in her juices ready for insertion. Placing the head at her opening, Martin slipped inside her as he'd done thousands of times before. But this time it was more special, having the woman that he cared so much for beneath him once again. The image of Ben's big thick curved cock doing the same flashed through his brain but was promptly replaced by the warm wet sensation of her pussy. 

Cath wrapped her legs around him, their bodies moulded together like a well worn glove. In the long month just passed, this was what she'd missed the most, the closeness and warmth of their bodies. How could this have happened to them, she once again asked herself? It wasn't so long ago that they'd been perfectly happy, then the split and then an admission of new lovers from both parties. And then to make it even worse; drawn back into each others arms in a moment of need and passion. It just didn't make any sense.

Martin rode Cath slowly and passionately, while he savoured the sexual feelings, it was the emotional togetherness that he felt most. Perspiration soon gelled their bodies as they slapped noisily together with each thrust. From time to time, Martin's cock slipped out of her wet pussy, Cath quickly reaching down and restoring it to its rightful place. Cath didn't want it to end, her legs and arms firmly holding Martin against her. They kissed periodically, but each seemed too embarrassed to prolong lip or eye contact. 

Eventually, Cath eased Martin off her and slipped on top of and astride him, reaching down she pulled his cock upwards and slipped her pussy down over it. He reached up and fondled her breasts and licked each nipple in turn. He loved her big breasts and promptly buried his face between them; Cath laughed and lowered her body smothering his face further in her cleavage. Making herself comfortable, Cath then settled into a rhythm, her buttocks sliding backwards and forward on his erection. Martin's face appeared from her breasts and he kissed her on the chin, lowering her lips to his, they kissed tenderly for a considerable time.

Cath then sat up and leaned backwards, Martin raised his knees instinctively providing a back rest for her, a favourite position for both of them. Cath then settled back. Pushing her legs out forward, Martin began to rock slowly his pelvis back and forwards. Her spread thighs gave him the perfect view of his cock sliding between her thick pussy lips, her flattened curls glistening in wetness. He reached forward and ran his finger over her clitoris and got and immediate moan of appreciation. 

"Mmmmm, that's nice." she whispered.

"Want me to keep going?"

Cath opened her eyes and smiled, "Yep, go for it. I'd like to cum again if I can."

For the next few minutes, Martin continued working on Cath's clitoris; she wriggled and squirmed under his efforts, her groans and moans encouraging him onwards. The rising and falling of her pussy on his cock became more erratic as her orgasm edged closer. Again and again, she would frantically reach down and replace his cock when it fell out. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, it won't be long now." she urged

As she got close, Martin slipped a finger alongside his cock inside her pussy and placed upward pressure towards her clitoris, the effect instantaneous.

"Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuck." she exclaimed noisily as her body began to shudder violently. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, that's so nice." she then whispered as the pleasure swept though her. "Take your finger out, just on my clit, please just on my clit." she urged frantically.

Martin obeyed and removed his finger from her while continuing working on her clitoris. Eventually, she relaxed with a big sigh and gently removed his hand from between her lips.

"Mmmmmm, that was deliciously good." she commented a few seconds later with her head thrown backwards and her eyes closed.

Martin gazed down at the sloppy mess between her legs, his cock still firmly ensconced between her shiny pink lips. Using his muscles, he made his cock twitch inside her causing her to smile.

"I can feel that." she said flicking her eyes to her wrist watch. "We'd better sort you out and then get back to work. "How do you want it? Blow jobs out, no tooth brush. Can't go back to work with cum breath. It's either fucking or a hand job, your choice. Do you wanna try like this?"

"We can try."

For the next minute or so, Cath slapped her pussy noisily up and down on his erection while Martin rocked his pelvis in time with her. He soon began to feel the stirring of an orgasm, a fact not lost on Cath.  His attention was transfixed on Cath's pussy, its lips reddening under the onslaught of the last half hour. He watched as her lips narrowed as he withdrew and then opened as his cock disappeared inside her. A shiny cream slickness was clearly visible on her inner lips at the point of contact between pussy and cock, her clitoris above standing red and erect. Cath watched Martin's contorted but eager face as he neared orgasm. She picked up the pace to further encourage him, the loud slapping of their bodies loud enough to be heard in the hallway outside their room for anyone who cared to listen.

"That's it." she whispered. "C'mon, fill me up. I love it when you fill me up."

As Martin orgasmed, he pushed hard into Cath, it was unfortunate, but his cock slipped out of her pussy. Quick as a flash, Cath whipped her hand down and pushed his cock back between her pussy lips with her fingers. It missed the entrance and slipped up and down the length of her sopping lips. Using the tips of her fingers, Cath massaged the head and glands of his throbbing cock and was rewarded with the gushing of his warm cum between her lips and over her fingers. 

"Awwwww, holy shit." Martin exclaimed as he shuddered with pure and intense ecstasy.

Cath kept up her work until he stopped erupting, then took his cock in her hand and pumped him dry until he settled back on the damp sheet below. 

Raising her buttocks, Cath slipped his cock back inside and settled down on it. She always liked feeling his cock shrinking inside her; it gave her a sense of satisfaction of a job well done. Martin smiled up at her, his hands roaming over her body; he cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples.

"Satisfied? Cath asked.

"Mmmmm, sure am."

"Good." Cath replied as she reluctantly got off his torso, her pussy giving a loud slurp as his cock fell out and onto his navel. "Time to get up, you haven't got time for a snooze." she added knowing that he liked nothing better after a good romp.

"Mmmmm." he replied as his eyes slowly closed.

"Oh no you don't." she said grabbing his ankle and pulling him on to the floor beside the bed.

He replied with a loud guttural snore from the carpet.

"Liar." she said, chuckled and headed for the shower.

They showered together taking turned to soap each other down. They smiled and pretended humour both knowing that it shouldn't be so. They dried each other and then dressed. Martin watched as Cath leaned over the vanity to get closer to the mirror to make up her face.  He leaned close and nibbled at her neck, then slipped the zip on her dress down to her bra strap and nuzzled her smooth skin. He knew that she liked that. His hands dropped to her thighs and eased her dress upwards, kneeling down he ran his tongue up the back of her smooth thigh and around the edge of her yellow panties. His tongue was soon lapping at where her lips and thigh met; he took in the warmth and the fresh aroma of scented soap. Cath put up with for a few seconds and then leaned into him to push him away.

"Go away, you're a bloody menace." she said unconvincingly.

But he was soon back, he hands sliding around the outside of her thighs and his teasing tongue lapping between them. Cath gave up on her makeup and leaned on the vanity as Martin teased her willing body.

"Martin, please not now." she pleaded.

"But when?" he asked.

Cath froze with the significance of the question; they were supposed to be separated with divorce in mind. Here they were just finishing fucking each others brains out, and now contemplating repeating the act. What the hell were they playing at? She looked down at Martin, their eyes asking the same question. Cath bent down and kissed him on the lips, their tongues connecting and swirling. Cath then broke the kiss and gazed into his eyes.

"I think we need to talk." she commented and watched Martin nod in agreement.

Fifteen minutes later, Martin guided his Jaguar towards Cath's place of work. She sat silently trying in vain to put everything into perspective, eventually she reached and placed her hand over his. 

"I'm sorry Martin, I'm sorry for everything." she said quietly.

"It's okay." he reassured her.

"NO, IT'S NOT OKAY." she yelled startling him.

"Hey, hey, calm down. What's it all about?" he asked quietly steering the jaguar to stop beside the kerb.

"I should've trusted you more, I should've." she cried. "I know you were never unfaithful to me while we were together. I know that night at the party that you were drunk, and that girl Trish was a tease and a flirt. I know that but I couldn't help myself being jealous. I know that nothing else would've happened; that you would've come to your senses and stopped it like you've told me a hundred times before. And now I've fucked up everything. I've pushed you away for ever.  I've given you to other women, and now I've been stupid enough to let someone fuck me for christ's sake."

Cath sat quietly for a few seconds before continuing, "And it's only now I know how easy it is to get seduced. I had no intention of letting any other man near me, but Ben had my pants off before I knew it. It was just so easy. So now I know how easy it would've been for Trish to get her hands in your pants, and tempt your hand up her skirt. I'm so, so sorry Martin. I've managed to destroy us." 

"Is it really too late?" he asked.

She looked up at him with tear filled eyes, "How can you still want me after all this?"

"How about we talk about it tonight, when we're both a bit more rational?"

It took a second two, but her lovely face turned into a smile, "Maybe we should. If you don't mind, I'll walk from here." she said and opened the door of the car to get out.

Martin watched as she closed the door and walked away from the car, she then stopped and returned. Martin opened the passenger side window as she bent down and smiled. 

"I forgot to tell you that I still love you." she said and then walked away.

Over the next week, Cath and Martin spent considerable time together. They talked not of the past, but of the future. Sometimes, they had sex before they talked, it helped relax them and put them at ease. They agreed that they wanted a future together. They returned to counselling, first separately and then once together. The counsellor, a wise old lady in her sixties peered over her half frame glasses at the couple before her and grinned.

"I've spent time with both of you, and to cut a long story short, there's just four words I want to mention, forgiveness, trust, honesty and love. I know that you've been through hard times, but the future's yours to do want you want with. So, I want you to go through that door and I hope you never grace it again. Now be off with you."

Four days later, Cath and Martin renewed their wedding vows; it meant just as much the second time as the first. Thirteen months later, a son Joshua was born to them and eighteen months further on, a daughter Chelsea. As the years passed, the doting parents became closer as they brought their cherished offspring up in a loving environment.  

As Martin got older, his hair became sprinkled with age giving him a more distinguished look which the opposite sex seemed to like. He avoided all advances and distanced himself from any ill thought of temptation. Cath looked on with interest and without fear. She would remember one day with good humour. It was a day when she attended a conference with her husband. She watched as an attractive woman became familiar with him, the smiles, the closeness, the hand on his arm. Cath watched as he extracted himself from the situation and was soon at her side. He looked down and winked at her as he took her hand in his. She leaned over and planted a kiss on his left breast leaving a perfect lip shaped lipstick mark on his white shirt. He smiled and wore it the rest of the day with pride.



A Marriage Made in Heaven? Ch. 01



"Are you serious?" Rachel gasped at her husband Neil. "That's your all time sexual fantasy?"

"Yeah," he replied, putting on a brave face while deep inside himself he felt squeamish for finally admitting to his wife of two years his one true wish.

"Wow!" Rachel gasped further. "I don't know what to say. I mean ... sure it's hot and I have fantasises involving strangers, but to actually do it while you watch ... I don't know what else to say."

"Well, maybe we could join a website and see where it takes us." Neil suggested nervously.

Rachel had met Neil through work. He was her team leader and when she first met him they both sensed a spark. It was a silent one but it was there deep in the affectionate gaze they shared. Despite their obvious attraction Rachel made no attempt to fuel the fire in fear of the inevitable office rumours that would follow. Fearing being labelled the office slut trying to sleep her way to the top Rachel avoided being alone with Neil as much as possible. Neil had other ideas however and took every opportunity to flirt discreetly with the busty brunette without making her feel he was sexually harassing her. 

Everybody who met Rachel couldn't help but notice how beautiful and curvy she was. She was the perfect height standing 5"7 with her athletic build. Her waist was a modest size 10 but she always felt that her 32E bust was too large for her body. Whilst no man that had ever met her would agree with her on that one, there probably weren't too many women either as most were envious of her for having such large yet firm breasts. But it wasn't only her body that Neil was attracted to, no, her long wavy brown hair added to her elegance while her green eyes glistened like emeralds, completed with an infectious smile Rachel truly was beautiful.

She enjoyed the flirting. She loved Neil chasing after her and soon she developed feelings for him. She began to wonder about what it would be like to be with him. What kind of date would he make? Was he a good a kisser as he liked to brag? What did his body look like? He looked strong and athletic in his shirt and trousers, but was he the Greek god she was beginning to fantasise about? Would he cuddle up to her at night after they had made love? 

Finally after six months working together the Christmas party arrived and Neil finally had his chance to catch Rachel at her most vulnerable, drunk and merry, to ask her the sort of questions about her personal life that would otherwise be deemed inappropriate around the workplace.

Rachel admitted that she had split up with her boyfriend right before she had joined the company, much to the delight of Neil who was quick to inform her that he had long been single and was now ready to date again, hence his obvious affection for her.

Neil offered her the shoulder to cry on as it were as he listened to her every word on how her boyfriend had dragged her down emotionally and had tried to control her. Neil could hear the free spirit within desperately trying to escape. With the drink obviously affecting Rachel, Neil took his opportunity and led her outside to the smoking area where they could smoke and talk more privately.

With her guard down and longing for any kind of affection Neil moved in and gently kissed her softly on the lips, hoping for the right response. He quickly got it as she closed her eyes pulled him closer and slipped her tongue into his mouth. They kissed passionately like teenagers, Neil using all of his strength to refrain from rubbing his hands all over her body. He was desperate not to let his testosterone alcohol fuelled state ruin his chance with Rachel, so instead he cupped her face and broke the kiss.

"I'm sorry." She apologised, stepping back from Neil.

"Why?" He asked. "I'm not," he added to reassure her, "I think your beautiful Rachel. I knew it the first moment I laid eyes on you. I think you feel the same way but are afraid to trust another man again.

"It's not that simple." She moaned. "You wouldn't understand."

"Well, try me," he offered, "I've been listening so far haven't I?"

"It's my boyfriend." She paused, lighting a cigarette, "He still texts me nagging me to get back with him."

"Do you love him?" Neil asked bluntly.

"I did once," Rachel said with regret in her voice, "it's just ..."

"Is he violent, Rachel? Is that it?" Neil said with anger in his tone, cutting her off before she could finish what she was saying.

"Not exactly, but he gets very aggressive and possessive towards me. But I swear he has never raised a hand towards me." She tried to justify.

"That's no excuse to be a shit head." Neil said, frustrated. "You left him. The guy needs to grow a set and get over it." He told her.

"Maybe your right," She suggested.

"Come home with me tonight, Rachel." Neil said, cupping her chin and raising her head softly to look at him.

Rachel smiled at Neil and they kissed again, but this time his hands wandered to her bum cheeks as he grabbed her and pulled her in tight, squashing her large breasts against his body.

That night would be the first night for the rest of their lives as they made love all night in every position imaginable. The following morning Rachel asked if it was now official, if the office banter would stop and they could start dating properly. Neil kissed her passionately giving her the answer she wanted whilst making no guarantees he would be able to stop flirting around the office. They both laughed before Neil lifted her up onto the kitchen table and slipped between her legs, entering her willing body once more.

Following that evening they never looked back. Eight months later Rachel moved in with Neil and a further eighteen months later they were married. A lust filled crazy in love honeymoon to the Caribbean followed before they headed back home and settled into married life. Rachel loved being a wife. She loved being a Mrs and while she still felt too young to have children, only being twenty-five, she loved playing the role of a hard working wife. 

By now Neil had been promoted and Rachel had left the company to work somewhere else for better pay and working hours. This meant she would often arrive home before her husband and she enjoyed cooking romantic meals for the pair before retiring to bed early for a night of passion.

The marriage continued like this before both of their respective employment roles changed and with it came added pressure and stress. They still found time for each other but it wasn't long before the passion faded and routine set in. They both swore to each other they would never let it happen having witnessed its destruction to the marriages of their friends. But in the end it became harder and harder as they juggled work, friends, the gym and other things in their lives. They still loved each other but making love was reduced to twice sometimes once a week and this seemed to suit them both, for a while.

Neil then started to work away during the week and found his loneliness comforted by internet porn. He had no plans to cheat but frequented chat rooms trying to find lonely horny ladies to satisfy his sexual fantasies. Watching porn regularly opened up his mind and he quickly found himself drawn to the amateur videos of married couples having threesomes with men and women. The further he delved the deeper he became turned on by the videos of husbands filming their wives with other men. He imagined his wife Rachel was the sexy wife in the video being used and pleasured by these hung strangers. 

Whilst Neil was average in the manhood department and had no problems satisfying his wife sexually, he began longing to see her with other men. This fantasy led him back into chat rooms where he would pretend to be his wife chatting to other men. Sometimes he would even pretend to be him and Rachel as he read the words of strangers telling him what they would like to do with his wife. 

Neil felt embarrassed by his online activity, especially pretending to be his wife, even adding photos of her from their honeymoon in her sexy outfits and bikinis to his profile. But no matter how many times he tried to stop it he couldn't. Being away from Rachel and alone most evenings he felt excited by the prospect of going online and he needed more of it to fuel his fantasy and reach his own powerful climax. 

He loved to read what guys thought of his wife's impressive tits. He had always enjoyed the way guys checked her out whenever they were out in a bar, club or restaurant. He tried hard on holidays to get her to go topless but she never did. Rachel loved her 34E chest but having such large breasts on a slim figure made her feel conscious of the attention they drew.

This behaviour continued up to a year before eventually one night Rachel unknowingly presented her husband with the opportunity to come clean about his ultimate fantasy.

"Join a website?" Rachel mused.

"Yeah," Neil said, "like an adult dating site but for swingers." He explained. Knowing full well what site he wanted them to join. "We could set up a profile chat to some guys and see how we feel about possibly taking it further."

Rachel had to admit that she was turned on by her husband's idea, but thinking it wasn't a very realistic one she decided to have some fun probing his mind as she gently stroked his cock and cupped his balls. Neil went on to explain the roles of a hot wife and a cuckold husband before explaining that all he was really interested in was watching her. She understood what a voyeur was and couldn't hide the fact she had become extremely aroused, more than usual in fact, as her husband described how he wanted to see the pleasure on her face and witness another man enjoying her body, especially her massive tits.

That night they signed up to a free swinger's website and filled out their profile stating that they were looking for single guys who were experienced with couples for Rachel, whilst Neil would watch. They posted a few photos of themselves but kept them hidden as hoards of cock pictures came flooding in from desperate guys hoping to get a sniff. The first half an hour was soul destroying for Rachel as she quickly grew bored of the immaturity of most of the male members. Neil was desperate to find a suitable guy however and soon enough an older guy of thirty-eight named Paul popped into their inbox with just the kind of message they were looking for.

He was courteous and polite describing how he could be the guy they were looking for and Rachel liked the fact he posted a face photo first. They got chatting and quickly swapped more face photos before eventually Paul showed how well endowed he really was. Neil cursed and Rachel burst out laughing as the guys nine inch cock flashed up on their computer screen. 

"God," she gasped, "I only thought they came in black."

Again they both laughed before the guy politely asked for a picture of Rachel topless. Having uploaded some sexy photos already, expecting to have to show them, Neil added a sexy topless photo of his wife in just a thong kneeling on their bed. The guy messaged back sounding very delighted with her rack, explaining how he hoped to sample them in the flesh one day. More photos were exchanged with Rachel naked displaying her tight shaven pussy before they eventually signed off for the night and fucked each other's brains out. 

The next morning Neil came downstairs to be greeted by his wife handing him his breakfast. His favourite poached eggs on toast with a large cup of coffee. Rachel sat down took a sip of her own coffee and lit a cigarette.

"How serious are you about this swinging malarkey?" Rachel asked with a serious gaze.

"I'm deadly serious," Neil answered, are you?"

"I want to but ... I don't know." She said. I mean I want to ... it's just can we really handle this?"

"Well, if we have to ask the question then maybe we aren't." He said, immediately regretting his encouragement of her obvious doubt.

"Could you really handle sitting there in a hotel room while some stranger we met over the internet fucks me?" She said without holding back.

"Mmmmm," he joked, "when you put it like that."

Rachel smiled. "I'm serious Neil, because let's face it this isn't going to be your run of the mill sex. This guy might be polite and respectful but he only wants one thing."

"Whatever happens I love you Rachel and I always will." He told her, placing his cutlery down on the table to engage with her.

"I know," she smiled at her husband, "and I love you, no matter what."

"We could arrange a social meet with Paul," he suggested, "a coffee, a drink, night or day. We don't have to do anything just see how we feel."

"Ok," She agreed, "I guess there's no harm in doing that first."

The following Friday evening they agreed to meet Paul at a local hotel bar. It was frequented by locals who weren't staying at the hotel so they all felt they wouldn't look out of place, just friends meeting after work.

Neil wore his grey suit and white shirt without a tie and looked very smart with his hair cut and styled. Rachel very nervously had slipped into a tight fitting low cut black dress which showed her legs and cleavage without looking slutty. Hard to imagine with a girl packing a 32E bust but her bra underneath held her breasts tight so they didn't wiggle about with the impression they would fall out at any minute.

They immediately recognised Paul in his black pin stripped suit and shirt sitting at the bar. Rachel's heart began to race as she went to meet him, the man who had seen photos of her in all her naked glory, for the first time. Paul smiled at Rachel before extending his hand out to greet Neil first with a respectful firm hand shake. He knew this was Neil's fantasy having met several first time couples before, and he knew Neil was the man here; he was just a piece in this lovely couple's jigsaw. 

Paul then leant down and pecked Rachel on the cheek greeting her like any man would great his friend's wife. He then ordered a bottle of champagne and led the couple to a booth he had pre-booked. Unbeknown to Rachel Neil had booked a room at the hotel and had informed Paul that it was a back up should he and his wife feel ready on that evening to take things further. Paul acted concerned for Rachel informing Neil he would not pressure Rachel into anything she didn't want to do, but deep down he was grateful for Neil's forward thinking.

The trio chatted over a glass of champagne discussing work and life. Rachel felt totally at ease with Paul discussing her life as if he were a neighbour or one of her husband's friends. They sat opposite Paul as he fought hard to keep eye contact with Rachel. The allure of her breasts were becoming too much as he desperately wanted to look down. His cock was stirring as the champagne flowed and he welcomed her decision to slip outside for a cigarette.

With Rachel gone Paul quizzed Neil on how he felt so far. Neil reassured him he was still up for it and asked Paul how he intended to get the subject comfortably onto swinging. Paul smiled and told the eager husband to relax and be patient. 

When Rachel returned she sprayed some fresh perfume and mouth fresher before Paul gently took her hand and asked her to sit with him. She felt nervous all over again as she looked towards her husband for direction. He smiled and nodded.

The young, beautiful wife sat next to Paul in the corner of the booth and out of view of most of the people in the bar. As she sat Paul noticed her black dress had ridden half way up between her knee and waist. Her toned legs were bare and freshly shaven, smooth as silk as he waited for her to pick up her drink before placing his hand softly on top of her right thigh. 

Neil couldn't see but he could tell from his wife's expression and Paul's movements that another man was touching his wife's bare skin. His cock grew instantly hard as it was now his turn to get a good view of Rachel's cleavage. 

"You have a beautiful wife Neil. "Paul complimented him whilst looking seductively at Rachel.

"Thank you," Neil beamed, adjusting the bulge in his tight trousers.

"Thank you," Rachel also said with appreciation.

He rubbed her leg very, very softly sending shivers from the base of her spine right up into her head, and mixed with the champagne she felt giddy and smiled. 

"Have you guys discussed where this might lead tonight?" Paul asked, turning to look at Neil. 

"The ball is in Rachel's court." Neil said, as both men looked at Rachel.

"That's a bit unfair," she moaned, "I'm not making the decision." She said childishly.

The three of them laughed.

"Of course not Rachel," Paul reassured her, "that would be too much pressure for any one person."

"Thank you Paul." She smiled, again childishly. 

"Although," Paul suggested, sliding his hand upwards and pushing Rachel's dress up closer to her waist, "we are two willing men waiting on one beautiful young lady."

With that he leaned in and nibbled on Rachel's earlobe whilst sliding his hand in between her thighs, spreading her legs slightly. It happened so quickly yet softly Rachel didn't feel it was a bit invasive. She welcomed his large hand rubbing softly against the inside of her thigh. Rachel then closed her eyes waiting and expecting his hand to rub up against her panty covered pussy, but it never came. Instead Paul withdrew his hand and offered the couple to his room.

Neil looked at Paul and smiled, grateful that he didn't have to explain to his wife why he had secretly booked a room behind her back. 

"Neil already has my room key," he told Rachel, "so if you want to and you feel ready your husband can go on up and make himself comfortable whilst we finish our drinks."

"We can go upstairs," Rachel grinned, "but I'm not promising anything will happen."

Neil grinned and excused himself as he made his way into the lift and up to his room. He felt weak with excitement as he punched the floor number into the lift pad, the adrenaline pumping hard and fast around his body.

Back at the hotel bar Paul grabbed Rachel and turned her face towards his and kissed her. She welcomed his tongue and kissed him passionately as she panted for breath, her own excitement reaching boiling point.

"Remember this is your husband's fantasy, Rachel." Paul told her.

"It's mine to." She giggled.

"Yes, I know," he grinned, "but you must remember that essentially this was his idea." He told her.

"I know." She said seriously.

"Tonight I will fuck you like you have never been fucked before." He said assertively, "Your husband will get jealous and that's his fantasy, but he must also feel secure that you still love him. Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand." Rachel replied, quivering at his statement.

"Tonight you are my woman to do with as I please, but you are still Neil's wife." He said sliding his hand back between her legs and over her panty covered pussy.

Fifteen minutes later Paul and Rachel entered the hotel room to be greeted by Neil sat naked in a chair facing the king-size bed. He had expertly managed to handcuff himself to the chair and Paul grinned like the Cheshire cat knowing he would get his wish tonight.

Rachel placed her bag on the bedside table before Paul ordered her to stand facing her husband. As she walked around the bed and stood in the centre of the room both Paul and her husband looked her up and down. Neil's cock was rock solid, probably the hardest his wife had ever seen it as she gave her husband a nervous smile. 

Seeing her husband like this quickly sobered her up and she began to wonder if they were doing the right thing. Paul sensing her doubt quickly moved behind her and cupped her large breasts over her dress. For the first time Neil was witnessing his wife with another man as Paul proceeded to kiss the back of Rachel's neck before moving his hands slowly to her back to unzip her dress.




A Marriage Made in Heaven? Ch. 01



Rachel's mouth suddenly went dry as she felt the small zip being inched down her slender back. It seemed to take an eternity before finally Paul had reached the base of her spine and allowed the dress to relax on her body.

With the back of her dress sagging and the clasp of her bra exposed Paul quickly unclipped it and slid his hands inside her dress and round to the front of her body. Neil and Rachel's gaze never left each other as their breathing increased.

Slowly and gently Paul worked his hands into the young wife's bra and began cupping and caressing her large breasts.

"How big did you say these were again?" Paul asked quietly, knowing full well what her bra size was.

"They are a 32E," she said, watching her husband's cock twitch.

"Very nice," he whispered in her ear, before nibbling on her neck and rolling her erect nipples between his fingers.

Neil's cock was bright red with a large protruding vein coming up from the shaft. His cock was engorged with blood and glistening droplets of pre-cum, which were seeping out of the tip. Rachel could see it and so could Paul as he slid his right hand down into her panties. Rachel jolted with shock as another man who was not her husband had his hand inside her pants rubbing her wet swollen labia. She began to pant as Paul slipped a finger inside her body and slowly started to finger fuck her.

Neil could feel his heart racing at the site, thumping hard against his chest as if it were trying to escape. All he could see was movement under his wife's dress, her cleavage getting deeper as her breasts were about to spill out and the expression on her face. Her eyes were opening and closing, her mouth the same as she gasped for air and her body swayed ever so slightly with the movements of Paul's hands and fingers. 

Suddenly remembering her husband's desires Rachel lifted her hands up to her dress and pulled the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. The dress fell to the floor and pooled around her feet quickly followed by her bra. 

More pre-cum seeped from Neil's cock as his brain tried to process the site before him. His beautiful wife was standing in just her heels and black panties with another man's hand inside them fingering her juicy pussy. Her breasts were big and swollen, round and full, more than enough for any man and he wished he could just reach out and touch them. 

"You look sexy as fuck, Rachel." Neil groaned.

"She certainly does." Paul agreed as Rachel remained silent but for her soft whimpers for breath. 

A few moments later Paul removed his hand from the young wife's panties and turned her to the side. He could know enjoy the sight of the front of her naked body while still allowing Neil the same privilege.

Paul looked her up and down once more, his eyes burning into her flesh. More of Rachel's juices flooded into her already soaking wet panties before Paul ordered her to remove the thin garment. 

Following his instructions she squatted down and removed the thin fabric whilst turning to give her husband a warm smile. He smiled back and Paul stepped a little closer to the wife and told her to unbuckle him.

Rachel comfortably positioned herself onto her knees and then nervously unbuckled Paul's trousers. His bulge was impressively noticeable as he removed his jacket and shirt in time with Rachel. Hooking her fingers inside the waistband of Paul's boxers Rachel paused for a moment and looked back at her husband. Neil nodded towards her and she began to peel them down.

Paul's nine inch pole sprang free almost hitting her in the face before she grabbed it in her tiny hand and gently started stroking him. It felt amazing and Paul wanted to tell her how beautifully slutty she looked, but he wanted to control her. He knew she would want to please him so he held off from telling her. He didn't want her to know how easy it was for her to satisfy him; he wanted her to work for it.

Rachel took a deep breath then instinctively took the swollen head of Pauls cock into her mouth. She teased the engorged gland for a few moments before running her tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft. Right from the base and up to the tip and then back down again.

Paul uncontrollably groaned and grabbed a handful of her long wavy brown hair. He desperately wanted to force his cock down her throat and fuck her face but instead he gritted his teeth and clenched more of her hair.

Remembering her husband's fantasy again Rachel cupped her oversized breasts and gave him a better view as she moved her head back and forth along the big cock in her mouth. Paul placed both his hands on top of her head and gently swayed his hips in time with her movements.

"Oh fuck, Neil," Paul gasped, "your wife is hot little cock sucker."

Rachel moaned her appreciation at his comment and began to suck a little harder and deeper. Neil cursed at the excitement wishing he could stroke his own cock. 

The sight before him was far more erotic and powerful than he could ever have imagined. His wife naked in just her heels kneeling before an older well endowed man, sucking the man's cock to perfection while she groped, cupped and massaged her big tits. Pauls cock was much bigger than his own, longer, thicker and much harder.

"Get on the bed, Rachel." Paul told her as he reached down and tweaked her stiff nipples.

Rachel eagerly sprang to her feet and smiled before giving his saliva drenched cock a few tugs with her hand.

"Fuck her!" Neil burst out loud.

They both turned to look at Neil and smiled. Paul was hoping to taste Rachel's married pussy but seeing how worked up Neil was he climbed on to the bed with Rachel and spread her legs wide. She led flat on her back legs spread as wide and as low as she could get them as Paul positioned the tip of his cock at her opening. 

"Oh yes, fuck me." She moaned as Paul teased her pussy by rubbing his cock up and down her slit. 

Placing a thumb on her clit he slowly began circling it whilst using his other hand to tease her pussy further with his cock. Rachel grabbed her tits hard and began squeezing them together with her eyes closed and mouth wide open. 

"Fuck me!" She screamed, forgetting about her husband. "I want you to fuck me with that big cock."

Neil almost shot his load as a large dollop of pre-cum plopped out from the tip of his cock and ran down the side of his shaft. 

"Do you think you can take it all, Rachel?" Paul teased inching just the head of his cock inside her. 

"Make me take it all!" She gasped loudly.

"Look at your husband," he told her, "look into his eyes as you feel my cock filling your pussy."

Again more pre-cum leaked from Neil's cock as his wife turned her head and opened her eyes. Their gaze could have been frozen in time as Rachel felt only desire, a need, and a desperate urge to be fucked by anyone willing to put their cock inside her. Neil on the other hand felt confused, excitement, nervous and an overwhelming urge to watch her come.

With the married couples eyes fixed on each other Paul removed his thumb from Rachel's clit and pushed his cock into her tight married pussy. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh fuck!" Rachel screamed, finally breaking the gaze from her husband. "Ohhhhhh fuck it's big, ohhh yes, yes, yes, oh don't stop pushing!"

Paul had no intention of stopping as he very calmly and slowly inched his cock all the way inside her body. 

"Ohhh shit I'm coming, ohhhhhhhhh fuck yes, yes, yes ohhhhhhhhhhhh I'm coming!" Rachel gasped over and over, clutching at the bed sheets with her freshly manicured nails. 

Paul was now in to the hilt enjoying the sensation of this young wife's tight pussy coming and convulsing around his thick cock. He took pleasure and pride from the fact that no man had been this deep inside her, not even her husband who sat quietly and shamefully watching.

Grabbing her tits, Paul massaged them whilst she came down from her climax, enjoying their sheer beauty and size on such a fine figure.

"Now fuck me!" Rachel barked, thrusting her hips up and down.

Paul loved how rampant she was and quickly withdrew before slamming back inside her. The room filled with the sounds of a happy whimpering wife and her squelching pussy as it seemed to keep lubricating for the huge cock that was pounding her.

Lifting her legs onto his shoulders Paul gave Neil the most incredible view of his thick muscular shaft covered in his wife's pussy juices as it slammed in and out of her body. Pauls cock went even deeper as he ploughed through her opening, spreading the sensitive walls inside her pussy like a knife through butter as he hammered into her womb and pushed her deeper into the mattress. The force was such that her slender body would spring back up from the mattress only to be slammed back down into it again as Paul worked her pussy harder than ever.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Rachel kept panting as the big cock inside her pussy fucked her to another mind blowing orgasm. 

By now Rachel couldn't think or see straight as her body seemed to be on fire. Paul, close to reaching his own orgasm quickly flipped her onto all fours and shoved his cock back inside her eager little pussy. 

"Oh yes," she gasped at the deep penetration, "fuck me hard." 

Paul grinned and happily obliged the married little fire cracker as he grabbed a handful of her brown locks and yanked her head back and upwards. His cock was so deep that Rachel thought she would pass out if she came again and Paul hoped she would as he continued to give her the fucking he promised. 

Back and forth he rammed his cock into her pussy enjoying the sensation she was giving him. She still felt as tight as when he first entered her and it wasn't long before he felt his spunk boiling deep within his balls as they banged violently against her clit. 

"Tell me where you want my hot cum, Rachel you dirty fucking bitch!" Paul grunted with forceful thrusts of his hips. 

"All over my big tits," she moaned, "I want to see you shoot all over them." 

"No, do it inside her!" Neil shouted.

"What?" Rachel shrieked.

"Are you sure?" Paul grunted. "Oh fuck here it comes."

"Yes," Neil told him, "fill her fucking womb with cum."

Neil was salivating at his words. Like a man possessed he was trembling in the chair with his cock about to explode without a single touch. 

"Ohhhhhh fuck yes!" Rachel screamed as another orgasm ripped through her body.

Paul quickly let go of her hair and allowed her to collapse onto the bed as he grabbed her hips and kept her arse in the air, pounding her pussy as hard and as fast as he could. 

"Yes, take it, Rachel, take it all." Paul grunted. "Arghhhhhh fuck, yes, argggggggh, fucking take it bitch, take it deep."

Paul lost all control as his cock swelled up and exploded thick jets of his fertile sperm deep inside Neil's wife. She was protected against pregnancy by the pill but both men imagined the young married brunette catching pregnant as the stallion like cock flooded her womb with seed. 

Before Paul climbed off of Rachel he leant down and kissed her head, whispering into her ear. "Remember your husband, sexy; remember how much you love each other."

Rachel murmured softly as Paul climbed off her and began to get dressed. He looked at Neil who seemed confused with his eyes fixed on his wife. Once Paul had dressed he left without saying a word.

"Did you enjoy that?" Rachel asked her husband as she finally sat up. 

"I fucking loved it." He grinned at her. "Did you enjoy it? It looked like you did."

Rachel stood up choosing to ignore his question. Neil gasped as he saw the evidence trickling out of his wife's pussy and down the inside of her thigh. Stepping closer her shaven pussy looked a mess with its swollen red lips shiny and glistening with another man's cum all over them.

Finally reaching her husband Rachel dropped to her knees and licked all the pre-cum from his cock. She realised for the first time that night how much smaller it was compared to the one that had fucked her only moments ago, compared to the cock whose hot seed was now swimming around inside her womb searching for her eggs. 

Neil groaned his approval as his wife engulfed his cock and swallowed him right down her throat.

"Oh fuck, Rachel!" He gasped, and that's all it took as he shot a huge load down into his wife's belly as she swallowed every drop.



A Marriage Made in Heaven? Ch. 02



"Are you sure about this," Rachel said to her husband as she stepped out of the shower.

"I'm sure if you're sure." Neil replied, hoping his wife wouldn't back down at the last minute.

"You don't think it's too soon for us to be going to a swinger's party?" She checked.

"You're asking me that as you stand before me naked with those big tits and shaven tight pussy on show?" He joked as she reached for her bath robe and covered herself up. 

Rachel chuckled at him as she pulled the robe tight around her body and tied it securely.

"Come on, Neil I'm being serious." She said.

"So am I." He stated. "Listen; if you don't want to do this then we don't have to. You know I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to do."

"I know." She smiled.

"Besides," Neil started to say as he put his shirt on, "we are going with Paul, and he even said himself that we don't have to do anything. The members are seasoned and respect peoples wishes, especially newbie's."

"No, you're right," Rachel said, "It's just last minute nerves." 

With that she suddenly seemed chirpy and left the room to finish getting ready.

Neil dressed first as always went downstairs to grab a beer from the kitchen. Closing the fridge and removing the bottle lid he gulped a large mouthful down before noticing the invitation stuck on the fridge by a holiday magnet.

Reading it for the 1000th time his heart began to flutter. It didn't give much information other than the theme was a masquerade party instructing the men to wear black tuxedos and the women to wear a masquerade gown. 

Not specifying any colours to be worn by the women Rachel had picked out a dress that Neil was yet to see. Suddenly the doorbell buzzed into life startling Neil back into reality. 

"Are you ready, Rach?" Neil called up to his wife as he approached the front door.

"I'll be down in a few minutes." Her soft voice shouted from inside their bedroom. 

Neil opened the door and greeted Paul, who he had been expecting, with a smile and firm handshake.

"Hi." Paul said as he stepped inside the couple's home for the first time. "Are you both ready and excited?"

"Excited and nervous," Neil answered, "but we are ready."

"Excellent," Paul grinned, "and remember what I said Neil, no means no. Ok?"

"We got it," Neil replied, "and thanks for all the advice."

A few weeks after the couple had met Paul at the hotel Neil began to press his wife on the idea of taking their swinging to the next level and visiting a club, but not just any club, a swingers club. 

Rachel was shocked and turned on but felt it was too soon. She had enjoyed her experience with Paul in front of her husband, and both of them considered it a success for their first time. But Neil wasn't satisfied in stopping there. 

After weeks of more fantasising and talks Neil decided to get back in touch with Paul to discuss the whole idea of visiting a swingers club. Paul was thrilled the couple had asked for his advice and quickly gave them all the hints and tips they would need as first timers.

The couple grew to trust Paul very quickly as he spoke like a friend discussing financial advice rather than a stranger who had fucked Rachel discussing swinging. Not once did he suggest meeting up for a second round with Rachel or accompanying them.

The idea of tagging along was Neil's when Paul suggested a club forty minutes away in the next city. The couple agreed with Paul that visiting the closest swingers club to them would increase their chances of bumping into somebody they knew. The thought horrified Rachel. 

After some minor research Paul suggested they use the masquerade party weekend for their first experience. He knew somebody who could get him some spare tickets as it was a gold member's only night. 

Rachel questioned the fact that being newbie's would surely highlight the fact they weren't gold members. Paul told her to relax and that even hardcore swingers had nights where they simply want to watch and not play.

As Paul entered the living room Neil went to fetch a beer, remembering this time to tuck the invitation safely inside his tuxedo.

"Ah cheers, Neil," Paul said taking the beer.

Both men gulped down the ice cold liquid before Rachel finally stepped into the room dressed in her attire for the evening.

"Well, what do you think?" She said before giving the men a twirl.

"Holy shit!" Neil burst out.

"You like it?" She pressed looking for compliments.

"Do I like it?" Neil chuckled, "You look bloody incredible."

All the while Paul stood with one hand in his pocket whilst holding his beer in the other and smiling. Rachel noted his smile and gave a second slower twirl.

Rachel stood in a black, knee-length sleeveless dress with a spaghetti strap neckline. As she twirled Paul noticed the zipper back before she faced the men again with her fantastic cleavage on show. The dress' built in bra held her breasts firm while making it obvious she had no bra on under the dress. Her four inch heels completed the sexy stylish look along with her designer purse.

"Come on then guys, let's get going," Paul said grinning.

Neil left the house first so Paul took the opportunity to pull Rachel to one side. 

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on." He told her.

Rachel smiled, appreciative of his compliment. "Why, thank you."

"You're very welcome." He said, before reaching the car and helping her into the back.

Sitting in the back of Paul's car Rachel and Neil cuddled up together like a love struck teenage couple. Paul smiled at them through his rear view mirror before catching another glimpse of Rachel's cleavage. His cock stirred in his pants as he hoped to get a second bite at her that evening. 

Finally, after making some good time on the road Paul turned the car down an alleyway before taking a sharp right behind a tall building and into a car park.

Rachel's mouth suddenly went dry with anticipation at the amount of cars already parked up. Taking note at how many of them looked expensive she relaxed slightly. Not one to judge a book by its cover, or a person by what car they drove, but first impressions did help.

"Right," Paul said as he turned the engine off, "It's time to put our masks on. After all it is a masquerade party." He grinned.

Neil took his mask from Paul which he signalled was the same as Pauls. Paul smiled before telling him every man had to wear the same mask and that it wasn't some trick to confuse Rachel. Well, at least it wasn't Pauls trick to confuse the ladies. 

Rachel looked at hers and gasped. "It's beautiful." She said.

"I'm glad you like it." Paul said. 

It wasn't cheap and plain like the men's. Instead this handmade mask was an authentic Venetian mask. Rachel ran the tip of her manicured nail around the particularly wide eye holes which she thought would look incredibly flattering. Punched all over in a delicate filigree design and then triple dipped in both black and silver shimmer, its subtleness wooed Rachel. 

Slipping the delicate mask over her pretty face both men watched before she fastened it with its black organza ribbons

"There," Neil smiled, "now nobody but us will know who you are."

Rachel grinned as her head felt suddenly light. "Let's go."

Approaching the rear doors of the club a large door-man stepped forward and asked politely for their invitations.

Rachel checked him over expecting him to return the favour. Disappointed he hadn't she was quickly grateful for his professionalism, dispelling some of her fears that all swingers clubs were dirty, dingy places full of sex pests.

Inside the club Rachel held her husband's hand tightly as they accepted champagne cocktails as their welcome drink. The club was surprisingly big with a dance floor that looked half full with smooching couples. 

Around the walls of the club were tables and chairs but mostly sofas. The club had been decorated in traditional Venetian style. Rachel had no idea what the club would look like as all the photos she saw online had been of various theme nights, but she was mightily impressed as she nervously finished her cocktail and headed towards the bar for another.

Despite the amount of people in the room Rachel didn't have to wait long to be served. The barmen handing her two large vodka and cokes before she quickly clung to her husband's side again.

Paul showed the couple around the club pointing out the toilets and smoking area before leading them upstairs to show them what the club had to offer. 

Rachel felt a little tense at the stares and smiles she received from men and women as she passed them. Her petite frame and over-sized bust never went un-noticed and with her dress revealing more than usual it took some time and a few more vodkas for her to relax.

Paul pointed out that behind each closed door, there were seven in total, that there would be something for everyone. Back downstairs he warned the couple again not to be pushed into anything they didn't feel comfortable doing. It was safe to enter any of the rooms and they would be able to leave whenever they wanted with no pressure he told them.

Paul shook Neil's hand and wished the couple a lovely evening before he excused himself to go meet a couple he had arranged to meet. Neil noticed the disappointment on his wife's face and squeezed her hand gently. It wasn't that she wanted Paul again she just felt safer having him around. He had been their guardian angel up until that point.

"Come on," Neil said, "let's have our own look around.

Rachel followed her husband who led her into another much smaller bar in the next room. The furniture was littered with bodies kissing and groping each other. The speakers in the room played out soft classical music which gave the place an erotic Venetian touch.

In the far corner Neil spotted a two seated sofa that was empty. Grabbing his wife's hand firmly he hurried her across the room to quickly claim it.

"Are you nervous?" Neil asked his wife.

"A little." She smiled.

"Do you want to leave and catch a taxi cab home?" He suggested.

"No, no way," she replied, leaning in to kiss him, "we can stay a while and see how we feel."

From across the room a man watched the couple. He could tell they were a little on edge and it aroused him. His cock stirred in his pants as he watched the young wife's cleavage and scanned the length of her bare legs up to the hem of her dress. 

"Sorry, Neil but I need a cigarette." She said with a childish frown.

"Its ok," he said, "you go and I'll wait here and save our seats."

Rachel handed her husband her drink and kissed him on the cheek. The man who had been watching the couple took his opportunity to approach Neil as he sat alone.

"Hello, is this seat taken?" The man asked, pretending he hadn't seen Neil with his wife.

"Oh ... urmm ..." Neil stuttered as the man sat down without waiting for a reply.

"Are you alone too?" The man asked turning to face Neil.

"Urmm no actually I'm with my wife." Neil replied, a little annoyed the man had taken his wife's seat.

"Oh lucky you," he smiled, "are you both enjoying the evening so far?"

"It's our first time." Neil said.

"You're not gold members then?" The man raised his eye brows.

Shit! Neil thought. Forgetting it was Paul who had specially got them invitations.

"It's quite alright," the man chuckled, "I won't tell management."

Neil relaxed and swigged his drink.

"So, please tell me what kind of couple are you?" The man asked.

"Excuse me?" Neil sat back stunned by the man's boldness.

"Oh come now my friend, we are all here for the same thing right?" He chuckled.

Neil frowned showing his displeasure at the unwelcome question.

"Please forgive me, I meant no offence." The man apologised. "I was just curious as you said you were here with your wife as to what fun you both like."

"It's ok," Neil said, "like I said it's our first time in a club."

"But not your first time swinging?" The man quickly pushed.

"No ... we ... we have done some things." Neil was beginning to choke on his words.

Keen to hear more before Rachel returned the man decided to make Neil's confession a little easier.

"So do you swap? Are you looking to swap with another couple or just have sex in front of another couple?" He asked.

Neil felt his throat go dry as he became slightly aroused at the man's line of questioning. He was being asked the same questions as he always was online, except now he was in a swingers club being asked in real time.

"Urmm ... not exactly," Neil finally mumbled.

The man knew what kind of husband Neil was and he smiled at the thought. He had been around the game too long not to notice the sought of man Neil was.

"Do you like to watch your wife with other men?" He asked.

Before Neil could answer Rachel suddenly appeared and sat on her husband's lap, saying a polite hello to the man talking to her husband.

Rachel sat facing the man unintentionally displaying her full front for his viewing pleasure. Not wanting to scare the couple he offered his hand to Rachel and she accepted it with a soft handshake.

"You are beautiful, miss," he smiled politely, "you are a lucky man, sir."

"Thank you," Rachel replied.

"Yes, thanks," Neil sheepishly said. 

The three of them looked around the room but it was dark so could only make out some of the things that were going on. The sight of scantily clad women in their expensive frocks, hands up their dresses and tongues rammed down their throats while others watched on was starting to arouse Rachel.

Neil could sense it as she rocked softly on his lap, and so could the man sat beside them as he looked into her eyes through her mask. The holes in her mask were perfectly trimmed to show off her eyes like sparkling diamonds, and sparkle they did.

With his sudden arousal Neil grabbed his wife softly by the chin and pulled her head towards his. The man watched as their mouths opened and their tongues became tangled. Rachel sighed as her husband kissed her passionately in front of everyone, the excitement building faster and faster inside her tummy. 

The man smiled and sat back to enjoy their little display, wondering how far they would go. He watched amused as Neil's hand slid up his wife's leg and caressed her exposed flesh. 

Deep in their embrace Neil eased his hand further up her thigh revealing more of her freshly shaven legs. The man could see how soft her thighs were as he imagined caressing them himself.

Neil's hand kept creeping upwards under her dress and for a moment the man thought he might get a glimpse of her panties before suddenly she broke from the kiss and knocked her husband's hand away.

"Stop that." She giggled in a whisper.

"Oh don't mind me." The man grinned.

Rachel smiled politely at the man who was ogling her with a lustful stare. She knew her dress had drawn his attention to her breasts as she watched him imagining he was touching them.

"I need another cigarette," she said, casting the man a gleeful look.

Neil sighed. He didn't know what to do to get Rachel in the mood. He didn't know how to play it. The two men watched as she stood up and walked out of the room towards the smoking area.

"Don't be long," Neil called after his wife.

She turned to look over her shoulder and gave a girly wave.

"You like to watch your wife with other men?" The man asked Neil again.

"Don't think she is playing tonight my friend." Neil sulked.

"You want the ultimate wife watching experience?" He whispered, shifting closer along the sofa.

Sensing some arrogance Neil gave the guy a stern look.

"No, no you misunderstand me," he reassured Neil, "lose your wife."

"What?" Neil exclaimed.

The man stood up realising his time was wasted on the couple and finished his drink.

"Next time your wife pops outside for a smoke ... lose her. Leave her but keep an eye out for her. Watch what she does. She will be safe in here I promise." The man said before shaking Neil's hand and leaving.

Neil looked up and even through his mask the man could sense Neil's anger at his suggestion.

A few moments later and Rachel returned holding another two double vodka and cokes.

"You might want to take it easy." He lectured his wife taking one of the drinks.

"What's gotten into you?" she scowled.

"Nothing, nothing I'm sorry." He said leaning forwards to kiss her forehead.

Neil and Rachel finished their drinks and with the sofa all to themselves resumed their canoodling, as she loved to call it. Some eyes were on them but most were too busy watching other couples who were putting on much more of a show. 

From the darkness two men watched the couple intently.

"Tell me, Ben, what are the like?" The one man said to the other.

"Husband is definitely into watching her getting fucked but I don't know, Lee" He replied.

"So what's the problem?" Lee pressed.

"They are new, and she isn't too keen on playing tonight." Ben mused.

"They all say that," Lee chuckled, damn look at those legs."

"You got to see her tits close up." Ben said enthusiastically.

"I can imagine." Lee said.

Neil's hand was back on his wife's legs smoothing her soft flesh and raising her dress as he moved his hand higher and higher. Her breathing was heavy as she felt herself being exposed. Her arse was on show now before Neil snaked his hand inside her panties and the dress fell down slightly. 

Lee nudged Ben in the arm as they watched Rachel gyrating on her husband's fingers probing her wet hole. Breaking the kiss Rachel squashed her cleavage into her husband's face and moaned as he licked between the deep valley of flesh.

"Fuck!" Neil suddenly spat.

"What, what is it?" Rachel stopped moving as her husband's fingers vacated her pussy.

"I need a piss." He moaned.

"What?" Rachel laughed as she slid from husbands lap and let him up.

Rearranging her dress Rachel finished the last of her drink whilst pointing mischievously at her departing husband.

A few moments later Lee approached her and politely asked if the seat was taken.

"Yes, I'm sorry but my husband is sitting there." She answered confidently.

"Oh, he is brave leaving such a beautiful and sexy woman all alone in such a place." He joked warmly.

"Thank you," she smiled up at him, her eyes rolling slightly.

"Let me guess, he has left you to go for a cigarette?" He flirted.

Rachel laughed. "No I'm the smoker actually. He has gone to use the toilet."

Having fallen for it so easily, Lee grinned. "Excellent, do you fancy joining me for a quick one before your husband returns?"

"Yes, why not I could do with one actually." She said naively, grabbing her purse as she stood up.

Making his way back across the club from the toilet Neil quickly realised his wife was missing. Panic struck him as he quickly did a three hundred and sixty degree turn of the club hoping to spot her. Her drink was empty and her purse gone. Suddenly he thought she had gone outside for a cigarette and quickly made his way to the smoking area. 

The terrace was so thick with cigarette and cigar smoke that Neil wanted to wretch. It was mainly men but for a few women standing around talking and laughing. He noticed no sexual play as he excused himself through the crowd of smokers. 

Then, at the far end of the terrace leaning against a wall he saw his wife talking with two men. Dressed the same as everyone else he had no idea that one of the men was the guy he had previously been talking to, neither did Rachel in fact as Lee did most of the talking. 

She looked safe and happy appearing to laugh with the men. The body language of the two men signalled their intentions but they weren't standing too close or touching her, so Neil decided to stand back and see what might unfold.




A Marriage of Convenience



Hi, readers! This is my first attempt at a submission here. This will be a multi-part story, otherwise it would be really long. It starts a little slow and will build with time... but hey, the long, slow tease is the best! Amirite? ;) I welcome and value feedback. Enjoy!

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Sara came to in a most unbecoming position.

The first thought that impinged on her consciousness was that her shoulders and knees ached, a sort of half-numb griping of joints held in an unnatural position. The tips of her fingers and toes twitched, pins and needles stinging as sensation came back to her extremities.

Her head was killing her.

It wasn't for several minutes that her brain began pulling the scattered puzzle pieces into order.

Sara realized that she was upright, sitting on her knees, ankles tied and hands bound at the wrist. Her hands were loosely clasped together, a mockery of prayer, hanging in front of her face.

Naked. She was naked!

Adrenaline poured through her system, icy and clear. Confusion and fatigue slithered away under its chill touch, and Sara rapidly began to think through the pain.

What was going on?

Why was she like this?

Where was she?

No immediate answers were forthcoming, so Sara rewound her tape a little more.

Her last few memories were hazy.

A party? A club.

Dance music had pounded, pulling her heartbeat into sync. The darkness there was a living thing, glistening with the sweat and breath of dozens of writhing bodies under strobing lights.

Her body had twisted and spun, glancing off the flesh of strangers as she danced, brain buzzing, her skin hot and slick to the touch.

A drink had been pressed into her hand, which she laughingly guzzled. She had been so thirsty.

Hands grasped her hips from behind, pulling her close, moving her into rhythm with a new dancer. Closing her eyes, she had let herself be swept into his lead.

Anonymous pleasure of contact with someone she'd never meet again.

Uninhibited catharsis.

The stranger had held her close while he spun the world around them. It had felt so good.

* * * *

That night, she had been celebrating her last evening as a single female.

Well, mostly her friends had celebrated. She had wondered, partly, whether she was making the biggest mistake of her life. The other part of her had been wondering whether she could escape the squealing women guzzling mixed drinks from penis-shaped straws without being missed. It seemed pretty unlikely.

Sara was a 25 year old virgin. As such, her friends considered it their duty to gleefully rectify her ignorance. Sex had been the topic all evening. It had been sharing notes on toys, and lamentations about the inadequacies of men, and whispered confessions about how frequently they shaved their upper thighs.

So excruciatingly dull. Horrifying? Not to mention. If she had to hear anything more about Jenna's husband and how much he liked to reprise and act out fantasy movies in sex-play, she really might end up committing a homicide and locking herself up in therapy.

They didn't get it. Her friends didn't understand that she wasn't completely ignorant about sex; she just wasn't interested. She had been on a few dates, engaged in some awkward fencing with tongues, let a few paws slip up her shirt. She had not been stirred during these excursions into the dating scene; the guys were like eager puppies, and it was boring and crude.

Sara privately questioned what right she had to be getting married when she didn't give a damn about things like what underwear would please her man, but she said nothing and sucked on her Cosmopolitan, letting conversation wash. Her fiance seemed content with her the way she was. Then again, Sara's engagement had been more like a business transaction than a pronouncement of feeling—a fact she had carefully concealed from her friends and family when she announced her good news and intentions to elope. Johann's request, of course, but one she was happy enough to oblige. He was a successful businessman and an aspiring major-league politician. Also... big, ostentatious weddings sucked.

Their entire relationship seemed to play out like a game of chess, or maybe a string of favours. She expected the sex to be no different. I'll dutifully spread my legs for you on this Thursday at 10 pm after our appearance together at your fundraiser. You give me an allowance for being your devoted wife in front of the camera and let me go about my business otherwise.

Distasteful, but eminently doable for the big payoff. No more questions about why she never brought a boyfriend home, or whether she might be gay. Room and board, security money towards retirement, and someone to have dinner with that maybe someday she might actually really feel something for. Arranged marriages worked for people in the Indian culture, after all. Why should she be any different, as long as she had no prospects of her own?

The evening dragged on with games, giggling, and copious amounts of alcohol. Sara had already had so much to drink she was beginning to feel sleepy.

And then there had been a stripper.

Sara assumed he was reasonably attractive, but she wasn't interested enough to take a serious look. In fact, she had barely looked at him at all during his routine. Bless his heart, he had taken that as a challenge. He made himself impossible to ignore.

Sara was yanked out of her chair and pulled face-to-chest with the man; he was well over six feet tall and she was a piddling 5'4". He forced her thighs apart with his knee before she caught her balance. Startled, she looked up into his face, seeing a satisfied smile on his lips and green, green eyes. He took her right hand and set it on his well-defined shoulder as he splayed his palm in the small of her back. With a quick tug, he pulled her off-balance again and caught her weight on his thigh.

That had gotten her attention.

She held on to him, her other hand pressed to the hard planes of his chest. He felt like steel sheathed in flesh, hot to the touch and lightly glazed with oil and sweat. He danced with her, was leading her motions with brute force, using his hand on her back to pull her hips towards him in erotic mimicry. The muscles of his thigh rubbed hard against the crotch of her jeans and the friction set her ablaze.

Her friends were forgotten; her vision shrank to encompass a world no larger than a piercing green gaze and his Mona Lisa smile. The man watched her with an intent, almost clinical detachment as her pleasure skyrocketed. In the mere seconds that he had her under his control, he had brought her to the throbbing brink of orgasm.

Before she could tip over the edge, he abruptly deposited her back into her chair, segueing ever-so-smoothly into a lap dance. Her friends cheered. Dazed, Sara's eyes glazed over as she realized how close she had come to cumming in front of an audience of her closest friends. Adrenaline raced through her system, pushed along by her thundering heart as she slumped in the chair.

The stripper had thawed the ice queen, and he wasn't about to let her forget it. Straddling her, he fisted his right hand into her hair, holding her helpless while he mimed making love to her mouth in exaggerated thrusts, the other ladies egging him on.

While the stripper was pretending to fuck her face, Sara had an epiphany. Under the eyes of others, caught by the hair, suddenly... Somehow, everything began to fall into place, complete in a way it hadn't been before.

She was turned on.

Really turned on.

It had been like a train wreak. Sara's eyes gravitated to the bulge in that bedazzled, banana-hammocked crotch thrusting itself into her face; she couldn't look away. She brought her hands up to stroke the pattern of downy blonde fuzz drawing a path south from his navel. Before she thought better of it, she set her hands to peel back that flimsy excuse for a garment and have a better look.

Quick as a blink, the stripper caught her hands in his own and knelt in front of her, pulling temptation out of reach. The sudden laughter of her friends brought her back to awareness, and with that realization that they were avidly watching her reaction, she felt a curious jolt of electricity run through her veins. To take the sting out of his rejection, he nuzzled her ear and met her gaze. A half-smile lurked on his lips, but his eyes were unfathomable.

A rush of feelings too complex to identify swamped her. She dropped her hands, chagrined. God, she was such a basket case.

The stripper had left, and Sara felt drained enough to want to call it a night, but the mood among the girls was supercharged. After a parting round of shots of tequila to recharge, they enthusiastically packed Sara up and went to a night club of questionable repute where the booze was cheap, the bass was heavy, and someone had managed to slip her something in her glass.

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Sara no longer worried about such trivialities as nudity. In the haze of her hangover, she was more worried that her arms were going to fall off if she couldn't put them down.

This was assuming that her skull didn't explode first. Or she died of thirst.

She glanced upwards again. Her hands were bound facing each other in thick leather cuffs attached to a chain that dangled from a hole in the ceiling. Sara was almost positive, judging by the metal collar on the hole around the chain, that there was a spooling mechanism up there that she couldn't see. Right over a king-sized bed, on which she was kneeling.

Squinting a little in the light, she examined the leather cuffs around her hands. The manacles hung tantalizingly close. The buckles were on the far side, but perhaps if she lifted herself up she could get enough slack to undo them with her teeth.

The sound of a door shutting behind her startled Sara so badly that her vision went grey and sparkly. She turned her head injudiciously fast, flinching at the stabbing pain behind her eyeballs, unable to see over her shoulder clearly. Then a mechanism ground to life, retracting the loose chain.

Sara whimpered as her arms were drawn up, and then she was forced to stand on her knees as the chain pulled her even higher. She never felt so exposed and vulnerable in her life, bound and unbalanced, naked and under the eye of a stranger she couldn't see.

"Leave me alone," she rasped, thick-tongued, "or I'll scream."

The voice that responded was male and accented. "You can scream if you like, love," he said. "It won't be worth the effort."

While she was deciding whether or not he was bluffing, a heavy weight descended on the bed behind her, and a warm hand slid up her lower back. Startled, she shrieked. And then, since she had already started, she threw a fit, twisting in her bonds, and screaming at the top of her lungs.

It was a short-lived tantrum. The effort exhausted her, and the pain in her head was blinding enough to subdue her quickly. Hair fell into her eyes, sticking to the perspiration on her forehead.

"I told you so," he said, the hand continuing to caress up her spine with overt familiarity.

"Don't touch me, you ass."

"I hate to point out the obvious, sweetheart, but you're hardly in the position to make any demands." He continued to trail his fingers over her lightly, following the curve of her hip while she dangled. His feathering over her skin made her break out in goosebumps. "You know, you've got the sweetest little pair of back dimples I've ever seen, lovey," he bent down to kiss them with an open mouth, flicking them with his tongue. The warmth of his breath on the wetness sparked an intense pulse of pleasure through her.

Sara gasped as her nipples peaked hard, and she tried to pull away from his questing tongue.

"Mmm. Did you like that?"

"No!"

"You're a liar, lovey," he murmured, running fingers up her neck and fisting into her hair. His other hand slid around her face, sifting her earlobe through his thumb and fingers. "But I don't mind testing your outer limits to see how long you can deny it. You are going to be so much fun to play with."

Alarm began to jangle through Sara's nerves.

"You're a crazy serial killer," her voice shook. "You're going to peel my skin off and make a

coat or something."

He laughed at her, but gently. "No."

"Why are you doing this to me? Is it money? I can get you money."

"No." He nibbled lightly along one of her shoulders.

"Are you going to rape me?" she whispered.

"Maybe," his voice rippled with amusement, "but I don't think I'll have to."

Indignation began to replace the alarm. "You think I'm just going to spread my legs for you? You sure think a lot of yourself. Get bent."

The bed shifted; she felt his warmth radiating against her back as he moved closer, pressing his chest up against her. "Really? You wouldn't even consider it if I promised to let you go?"

Sara hesitated. "Would you let me go if I did?"

"No."

Exasperated, she tried to turn her head to look at him, but she was held fast by her hair. "Stop playing games with me," she ground out. "What do you want?"

"Right now? Just you," he said absently, his other hand beginning to stroke lazily up her thigh to her hip. Her skin felt strange where he touched her, glowing with its own heat. An echo of that inner fire started in her belly. Her heart was beating so hard she was sure he could hear it.

She scoffed, trying to cover up her nervousness. "And you couldn't have me unless you drugged me tied me up, asshole. You probably couldn't get any woman to sleep willingly with you. Does it make you feel more manly to club me like a neanderthal and drag me home to your cave rather than seduce me like a normal human being. What a big score for your male prowess."

"Mmm." He sounded amused. His hand caressed the front of her thigh, stroking lightly over the front of her hip. "I think you agree that the caveman method isn't without its own charm."

Sara twitched, trying not to moan or laugh at the intense tickling of his fingers. Her brain was running a million miles an hour in circles, and she was trying to ignore the sensations of his fingers. Impugning his honour and arguing was getting her nowhere. Time to beg.

"Please. Please let me go?"

"In good time, love. As much as I would like to, I can't keep you here forever," he breathed in her ear.

Sara hoped that meant he'd leave her alive when he was done toying with her. "Do you promise?" she asked, clinging to hope.

"Mm hm." His hand slid around to her lower belly, feathering a line upwards over her navel.

She quivered in response.

"I don't like—I can't have sex with you."

"Relax, love. You may as well enjoy it."

"No, you don't understand..."

"If I was any ordinary guy, no doubt you would be right. But if I were an ordinary guy, you and I... we wouldn't be in this situation. Relax, love. I know you better than you think." His hand continued up along her breastbone, the inside of his wrist gliding over her left nipple. It hardened again, so quickly that the pucker of flesh made her gasp. He pressed his crotch closer against her backside, and to her mortification, she realized a smouldering fire was burning between her legs, perilously close to combustion. "See?"

Sara panicked. "If you want me to cooperate, I will, as long as you don't hurt me. Just let me go. I'll do whatever you want. Please, let me go!"

She imagined he was smiling. "Stop trying to bargain with me, Sara. We're playing by a set of rules that don't require any cooperation on your part at all."

"Why are you doing this?" She asked again, shaking.

"You keep asking that. Is it a philosophical question? How about, 'because I can?'"

The hand began to travel downward again, towards her groin. It threatened to stir the coals into flame. She felt intensely ashamed of herself and her response to his touch.

Oh god, what if he noticed that she was aroused?

"Stupid reason. Let me go!"

"Mmmm... no." His breath warmed a small spot on her shoulder that chilled between exhales.

She tried another tack, feeling desperate. "Please, I have a boyfriend. I'm supposed to be getting married."

The hand holding her hair let go, and the bed creaked as he moved.

A shadow crossed into her line of sight. The man was tall and lean, with a perfect physique hiding in plain sight behind a tight t-shirt and fashionably distressed low-riding jeans. He was beautifully built and doubtless vain about it; his clothing was as carefully cultivated as his dirty blonde hair with the platinum highlights gelled into a stylish bedhead. But it was his eyes that arrested her thoughts—stunningly green and cunning. His generous lips slanted into a predatory smile and all he said was: "I know you're getting married."

Sara thought her heart might seize. "You're the stripper!"

"The very same." His smile grew wider.

A hundred questions crowded into her brain, but what blurted out was, "You followed us to the club after you left?" Then her brows drew down. "You drugged me. You think what happened at the party was a good enough reason to slip me a Mick and cart me off for a romp before I go off and get married, and for whatever reason, you think maybe I'll keep this secret for the rest of my married life? Well the joke's on you, buddy! I'm a virgin," she crowed, "and my fiance knows it! When he takes me to bed you'd think he'd notice a little thing like, oh, not being a virgin anymore!"

Of all the possible reactions he could have given to her rant, she did not expect him to smile like a Cheshire cat. It made her blood run cold.

Oh. Shit. Okay, I'll just shut up now.

Maybe he was planning to rape her, snuff her, and dump her in a ditch after all. The bondage equipment she was tied up to wasn't exactly a pair of fuzzy pink love cuffs from the local Adam and Eve. This was some serious stuff. The hair on her neck prickled painfully.

He laughed at her. "You look like I plan to eat your liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti."

Sara averted her eyes.

He walked back to the door, retrieving something, before he stepped back into her line of sight holding a cup with a straw in one hand and a couple of pills in the other. "I come with a peace offering of Asprin and water. Relax, love. I don't work as a cannibal psychiatrist."

He put the pills to her lips until she took them, reluctantly, and washed it down with the water. She sucked at the straw greedily, wanting to drink as much as she could in case he decided not to be so generous later. She flicked her eyes to his before dropping her gaze again. "You're a cannibal stripper?"

He leered at her. "I only moonlight as a stripper on special request, but I do frequently eat women," he made a rude gesture, wriggling his tongue between his fingers in the age-old gesture of eating pussy.

Sara's head throbbed, and she felt ill equipped to wrestle her way through riddles and half-truths. "So what's your real job?"

Ah, well. I suppose you could say I'm in human resources," he said jokingly.

For a moment, she was baffled. "Human resources?"

"Yes. I manage and train personnel." His hand slid up and squeezed her left breast, hard, making her cry out involuntarily. He winked at her.

She hung her head.

"How long are you going to keep me like this?"

He smiled. "Until I'm done with you. You need to accept that your place, until I tell you otherwise, is with me."

Around and round in circles. Sara realized that she didn't really want to hear any more. She was being held hostage by insanity, no longer sure there was any possibility she'd escape from this without losing something of herself.

Even as she absorbed her defeat, however, her blood began boiling. Goddamnit. She might not be able to escape now, but if she gave up, she'd never be able to. There was no reason to just roll over and spread her legs without making him fight for it.